#*bashes u over the head with a run-on sentence

[theblueeyedeagle]

Alright, team, I’ve discovered a new power, but alas I must go to work, therefore I have yet to test its limits. So stay tuned!

[heartfeltcherie]

i had this idea pop into my head a couple nights ago and i finally put it into words! hope u all enjoy <33

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yet another meeting.

charlie had gathered everyone in the hotel’s lounge area for a rundown of new team building exercises that she wanted to explain to everyone. it wasn’t that you weren’t interested in helping out, you were.

it was just the fact that the couch cushions you were currently sat on were providing the utmost comfort and it also wasn’t helping that you were trying not to nod off in between sentences — you swear you closed your eyes at “trust fall exercises” and opened them back up at “writing out your feelings is also important”

and then there was the red radio demon you were sat beside.

alastor.

everyone feared his presence, wouldn’t dare to even look in his direction. but the way he was with everyone else, he wasn’t the same way towards you. you didn’t know how to describe it; sitting beside him right now, you felt a sort of… warmth. and of course with that usual smile he has plastered on his face, you don’t know which emotion he’s feeling.

but it doesn’t make you wanna run away and hide. instead, you feel contentment. you feel safe next to him, even though you know that he could have you dead in cold blood within seconds.

and this is perhaps the fifth time he’s watched you, out of the corners of his eyes, nod off for what seems like five seconds, only to almost jolt awake again in what seems like… panic? oh you poor little thing.

“you know, cher” he’s not even focused on charlie’s tangent anymore, instead on you, the tired little doe that can barely keep her eyes open. he still keeps his eyes trained forward. “if you’re feeling so out of sorts, i could provide you with a tad bit more comfort, if you truly desired” his voice is a low whisper, careful not to disturb the other hotel stayers as he’d rather not bring attention to the fact that he maybe cares about someone. how preposterous.

you look up at alastor through your tired eyes. he has one leg crossed over the other, his hands resting on his kneecap — you think he looks so handsome sitting this close to you. he meets your gaze with a turn of his head, careful not to cause such a commotion as he glances between you and his shoulder.

oh?

it’s a very sweet gesture. especially coming from the radio demon himself because you know he hates when people invade his privacy. and even though you’ve always wondered what it’s like to fully be in his touch…

you’re scared, shy, all of the above.

and you think the dust of pink on your cheeks gives it all away.

“no need to get so bashful on me, sweetheart, it’s just a simple gesture. besides i can’t have a belle like you being exhausted all day, now can i, hm?”

alastor trains his focus back towards charlie as you shyly take his offer, slowly laying your head down on his suit-clad shoulder and it’s… very cozy, you decide. the small amount of contact feels very serene as you nuzzle your cheek against his shoulder. and god forbid anyone looks in your direction, otherwise you probably wouldn’t hear the end of it. especially angel dust who’s been bugging you about your little crush on the radio demon.

you decide to go a bit further and link your arm around his, only for a bit more warmth your mind declares is the perfect excuse while your heart fluttering in your tummy, watching for any disapproval alastor has. but he shows none. it’s the greatest feeling in the world to be this close to him. you shouldn’t get used to this… but god, do you want to, so bad.

“you gonna put me to bed too after this?” you whisper jokingly in alastor’s ear, seeing his ear twitch just the slightest. how can an overlord be this adorable?

“don’t push your luck, cher”

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[currentfications]

Ocean Eyes | Part 4

Pairing: Bada Lee x Producer!Reader

Synopsis: At the dinner date with Bada, you discover an unpleasant truth.

Warning: Swearing, flirting, no angst (I know how the synopsis sounds but I can’t bring myself to write angst, at least not in this economy >_< let me know if y’all actually want something heart breaking and I’ll see if I can do some one shots for those of you who just want to see the world burn??¿)

AN: Thank you for reading >////<

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You’ve always been a safe rider when it comes to motorcycles, but this may be the safest you’ve ever drove in your whole life. Hands clenched, eyes straight ahead - you glided through the night streets of Seoul.

Bada throughly enjoyed the joy ride, sailing though the city with you like a raven. She was a little bashful at first, holding onto you from behind - but perhaps the adrenaline coursing through her help eased the anxiousness, as she soon settled into a comfort position to secure herself onto you like a backpack.

When you finally pulled into the destination, you finally relaxed your tense shoulder from all the concentration. It was then you realised just how tightly the dancer is clinging onto you - her thighs pressed against yours for warmth, her fingers laced together around your waist. You silently thanked Latrice for her service, before remembering why Bada was here in the first place.

When the dancer peeled herself off you, you missed the warm embrace as a gust of chilly wind brushed past you. Dismounting from the vehicle, you quickly unzipped your leather jacket and tossed it over her shoulder.

“It’s okay I don’t-” Bada was about to politely decline your offer, before the warmth engulfing her is so cozy she swallowed the rest of her sentence. Noticing the tank top you had underneath hugging your figure, she’s definitely not complaining about you losing your jacket at all.

“Sorry about this,” you gestured towards the bike, “didn’t plan for a date.” If only Latrice could’ve given you more than a couple hours to organise, you would have tried to get a more reasonable transportation; but still, she got you a dinner with the famous Bada Lee, so you couldn’t really get mad at her either.

“A date?” Bada chuckled, slowly getting used to your bluntness. It didn’t stop her cheeks from warming up though. “Okay then, what’s the occasion?”

You pulled out the keys to your recording studio, absolutely delighted. “I start work tomorrow!” You chirped excitedly, “they just finished setting it up this morning.”

“God! who gets this excited to work?” The blonde scoffed jokingly. Something about the way you get excited reminded her of a Doberman wagging it’s tail. She unconsciously reached over to ruffle your hair, immediately stopping herself when she realised what she’d done. “U-uh should we go in?”

You hummed and nodded at the suggestion, heart fluttering from the little touch.

Bada nodded approvingly at your choice of venue, “Oh this place is nice, you’ve been here before?”

You shook your head no, “Found it online. I took off running from my local guide, remember?”

Bada laughed and navigated you inside, “Now that you’ve stopped running, I can finally have the honour of showing you around. This place is a good find.” She handed you a menu and you slid the little sheet back to her.

“What does the local guide recommend?” You asked cheekily, noticing an opportunity to discover her preferences. The blonde smiled, thrilled to show you a few signature dishes.

While you waited for your food to arrive, Bada proceeded to list off a few more dining and event venues. You made a few mental notes to check these places out in the following weeks while admiring just how personable and adorable this famous dancer is.

Pulling out your phone, you snapped multiple photos of the dishes when they finally arrived, “Latrice missed out. Food looks amazing.” If Bada ever considers an alternative career path, she should really become a food blogger.

“Just the food?” Bada teased back.

You turned the camera towards her and snapped a few pictures as well. Of course she looked amazing as always, beaming a squint eyed smile at your camera.

Bada is right - the food is delicious. “I think I need to take you out for dinner more often,” you wondered out loud, nodding at your own ingenuity. The dancer raised you a thumbs up, delighted by your willingness to try out almost everything. Bada felt extremely accomplished as a guide for the night.

“Thank you for dinner,” the blonde looked up at you, and you noticed a tiny bit of sauce on the corner of her mouth. You hummed and gestured her forward.

Bada instinctively reacted to your two finger ‘come here’ gesture and leaned forward; her eyes widen when you gently tipped her chin upwards, wiping away the mark with a serviette. The blonde had to took a few sips of her cold drinks to regulate her breathing again after that. Not used to being the flustered one, Bada is determined to up her game on this date. “Careful there, or I’m gonna start thinking that you’re flirting with me.”

You tilted you head slightly in confusion, a slight pout taking shape on your lips. “I am flirting with you, for a while actually.”

Y/N: 1, Bada: 0. The blonde sighed and hung her head in defeat.

You smiled at the sulky choreographer, patting the top of head back. “Thank you for coming out tonight, lovely.”

Bada raised her head gloomily, sighing dramatically. “We have Latrice to thank,” she pondered for a moment as you hummed and nodded. “And probably Redlic.”

Your gaze hardened as you heard the last word. “What did you say?”

The tall dancer was confused at your sudden change in vibes, as there’s now something dangerous about the tone you’re taking, reminding her of the first night she met you. “Redlic, why?”

“What did that bitch do this time?” You tried to maintain your composure and keep your tone neutral, but no amount of self control can hide the poison dripping from your words.

Still confused by your change in demeanour, and frankly, offended by the word choice you’ve used on her colleague, Bada raised an eyebrow at you bemusedly. “What exactly is your problem with her?”

Knowing that the dancer in front of you is just collateral damage to your despise for the Mannequeen member, you took a deep breath and composed yourself. “She made Latrice cry, didn’t she?”

Bada’s expression immediately soften upon understanding your animosity against Redlic. “Ah that,” she sighed, running her hand over her hat, “yeah you right about that, she was a real bitch for that.”

You hummed and nodded, patiently waiting for Bada to continue dragging her name through the filth.

“Wait-” Bada suddenly perked up with realisation, looking at you with hesitation. “You… didn’t know?”

Your brows furrowed as it became your turn to get utterly confused. “What do I not know?”

Bada’s hand clasped over her mouth as she thought - fuck, “Latrice hasn’t… told you they’re dating, has she?” Bada trailed off, knowing that you probably should’ve heard this from Latrice yourself, but at the same time figured that it’s probably better for her to rip the Band-Aid off sooner rather than later. The silence was deafening as she mouthed a ‘sorry’ at you.

You shook your head at the blonde, understanding the predicament you’ve unintentionally placed her in. “It’s not you,” you sighed, rubbing your temple in frustration. “Latrice have a track record for going after assholes.”

“Is that where you learned how to beat up a-holes so efficiently?” Bada smirked.

You nodded in defeat, sighing once again. “Do you know any good remote places? Preferably one with little to no people and very soft soil. I may have to hide evidences of a crime after tonight.”

“Your local guide does not support criminal activities, unfortunately. Can I try to convince you to rethink your stance on Redlic?” Bada pressed timidly.

You rolled you eyes at her jokingly, “Thread lightly.”

“She fucked up, I’ll admit. We all gave her hell for it after filming actually, Harimu almost walked her like a dog. But-” she paused for a moment, tentatively sizing you up to make sure she hasn’t broken through that thin, thin ice into freezing water. You remained unreadable as a glacier. “But that’s just how she is, constantly blabbering first before considering her words, she has no ill intention.”

“That’s the best you could do? She’s not a cunt, just a twat?” You huffed and rolled your eyes, plopping your head onto the table. No wonder Latrice avoided talking about her date all day.

Bada shrugged in resignation, “How about ‘I don’t like prison food so you can’t commit crimes against Redlic?’”

You nodded, that’s a common ground you can agree on. “Yet. Second offence and I’m taking her for a swim with cinder blocks.”

The blonde chuckled at your fierce protectiveness, your guardian angel energy matching that to a hen shielding its chicks’. She’s heard people throwing around that phrase before, but it was then she realised what people meant by ‘mother is mothering.’

Tag list: @bada-lee-ily @lil-elliesgf @rubywonu @wiselight

[lovetorn]

dream’s birthday bash [roommate!dream au]

Roommate!Dream x Reader

summary: it’s dream’s birthdayyyy!!!

warnings: alcohol, swearing

w/c: 2.9k+

a/n: happy birthday dream!! i’m in love w this. i hope u are too. also, there is a few references to past roommate!dream blurbs & one-shots, so i recommend reading those before you start this one or you may be a little confused at some things the characters say. thanks!! <3

roommate!dream masterlist

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Dream’s birthday is something you haven't experienced yet since you moved in together in September last year.

Dream had promised the football team that his birthday party was going to be the biggest of the year, so you, being the party planner, had vowed to make it the best because Dream can’t organise—he disagreed and said that he only made you the party planner because he knows you’re good at it?? You gave him a confused look; you’ve never planned a party before.

Anyway, the 12th was approaching quicker than you anticipated and the only things you’d organised so far is the alcohol (thanks to George) and decorations. You had little notes on your phone with multiple checklists and you had yet to tick every last box off.

Organising food was probably the hardest thing. You knew that there were going to be around 100+ people squeezing into your apartment, drinking, so food is essential. You asked Dream what types of food he wanted, his reply?

“Chicken wings, not spicy.”

You rolled your lips between your teeth and nodded. Great. “Anything else? There’s gonna be a lot of people, Dream.”

He brought his fingers to rest on his lips as he thought about it. You knew when he got an idea because then he clicked his fingers and pointed at you. “Sandwiches. You know, like the little ones?”

Squinting at him, you sighed. “You think that’s going to be enough for more than 100 people?”

Dream nods. “Easy.”

You shake your head in disbelief and add sandwiches, along with other finger foods, to the list. “Thanks.”

Next to organise was Dream’s present. You spent days racking your brain, trying to figure out what he would want, eventually coming up with nothing.

So, you asked Sapnap, who was no help. “Fuck if I know, the man buys anything he wants himself these days.”

You rolled your eyes and took a trip to Target. Whilst there, you decided on an excess of small gag gifts: a Ron Swanson dishwasher magnet (so you and Dream can stop arguing over who put dirty dishes in with the clean ones), an engraved bottle opener, a ‘do not disturb sign for his bedroom door (chosen based on one too many run-ins), a Minecraft ice cube tray, a toothbrush holder (so both of your toothbrushes stop touching in the cup), and a pack of Minecraft socks.

You put the small presents into a gift bag, covering them with tissue paper, and then put in the final piece that wasn’t a joke gift—a mixtape of your and Dream’s favourite songs for his car. You brushed your thumb over the plastic case and let out a breathy laugh at the photo on the front—a selfie of the two of you in Dream's car, energy drinks in your hands and toothy grins with the text, ‘Dream & Y/n’s Gr8est Hits’ written in bright pink marker. You're excited to give it to him, but you're nervous and embarrassed, too—is it lame?

You shook your head and placed the bag in your closet.

George delivered the alcohol earlier in the day: 18 cases of beer and the same in White Claw, and a few bottles of vodka and rum for the close friends. You couldn't thank him enough for helping you, even more so after he helped put the covered trays of food in the refrigerator from the delivery truck downstairs.

You had (reluctantly) asked Sapnap to organise music because you had no time in between making sure the food order was correct and getting yourself ready. He agreed immediately and waved off your hesitance and told you he'd make the best playlist to ever exist—you put too much trust in him.

Before the party, you and Dream had taken a few shots together, just to get you to stop stressing over the planning of the party and Dream to stop worrying for you.

"Ready?" Dream smirked, his shot glass hanging loosely from his fingers. You nodded and then, at the same time, tapped the glass on the counter before you threw the shot back. The acetone taste of the vodka slid down your throats and you made disgusted faces at each other before a knock at the door indicated that your first guests were here.

Now, the party is in full swing and it's safe to say, there is definitely enough food.

When you see Sapnap at the food table, aka the kitchen counter, he thanks you for ordering non-spicy wings. You shake your head, laugh, and hug him tightly. "I'm serious," He mumbles with chicken in his mouth. "These are so~ good!"

The living room is cramped, but nobody seems to be complaining. Almost everyone from the apartment block is in your flat right now, with a few from other complexes. You lost sight of Dream a few hours ago, choosing to stay with your own friends while he hangs with his as the two groups don't usually mingle together.

“Niki!” You laugh whilst the girl finishes her second shot and passes the bottle of rum back to you. Shaking your head, you bring the large bottle to your lips, already regretting mixing different alcohols. You’d already had a few White Claws, thanks to Sapnap who kept challenging you to shotguns at the start.

Karl comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist before he snatches the bottle out of your hand and takes a swig.

“Karl!” Now, all three of you are laughing together. He slides his hand off of your stomach and stands to his full height, putting his lips to the White Claw can he holds in his other hand. You warn him about mixing alcohol, but he waves you off and assures you that he's fine.

The three of you stand on the dance floor, grooving to the beat of 'Super Freak' by Rick James. You grab Karl's hand to spin him around and then do the same to Niki, laughter filling the small space you have created in the middle of the crowd. You wouldn't admit it to Sapnap, but his playlist is actually good.

"Mi Amor!" The sound of Quackity's voice pulls you from your little group with Niki and Karl and you smile when you see his wide grin as he pushes past a few football players.

"Q! When did you get here? I didn't see you come in," You engulf him in a hug and giggle when he laughs loudly.

"I came in through the window," You pull back slightly to give him an incredulous look and shake your head. God, you are tipsy. "Nahhh, I had an exam, so I just got here."

You nod and feel the rum going straight to your head. Quackity then notices Karl and Niki behind you and gives them hugs too. You watch as your friends greet each other and turn to look at the clock on the wall in the kitchen. 10:33 pm.

“Guys, it's time for cake!” You shout over the music to Niki, Quackity and Karl and they smile and nod, all three of you migrating to the fridge to collect Dream’s cake and get it ready.

You pull a 3 layered vanilla cake out of the refrigerator. It is slathered in white icing and has rainbow sprinkles on the top with the words, ‘happy birthday dream’, in piped icing. Karl's mouth waters at the sight of the dessert and when he goes to get a dollop of icing from the side, you don’t smack his hand away—you have a plan.

Other guests see you preparing the candles and lighting them and turn off the lights for you. You smile at the 21 lit candles and pick up the cake, being careful not to trip on anything.

The entire room starts singing the ‘Happy Birthday’ anthem, their phones out to film as you spot Dream’s messy blonde hair over the crowd. He scrunches his face up in embarrassment and switches his beer from his right hand to his left to give you a side hug and a peck on the cheek when you approach him. The room sings and all attention is on him, but Dream only has eyes for you as you inch the cake closer so he can blow out his candles.

After he does so, the room erupts into cheers and then you give Dream a mischievous grin. There’s a little fear in his eyes and you launch the cake towards his face. Everybody laughs and hollers when you pull the cake stand away from him to see his face covered in white icing and rainbow sprinkles. Dream stands frozen for a moment, wiping his eyes with his free hand, before he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him, rubbing the icing in your hair and on your cheek.

“Dream!” You cackle, trying to push him off, but failing and eventually succumbing to his hold. The phone torches shine brightly at the two of you as people continue filming. His laughter is music to your ears.

Dream smiles down at you, eyes lazy and cheeks flushed. “Thank you,” He whispers. Your heart flutters in your chest and butterflies swarm your stomach as you nod. Everybody disperses and carries on with their previous antics, leaving you and Dream together.

“I got you a present, I’ll give it to you when everybody’s gone.”

The sentence makes the present seem more sensual than it actually is, and it makes Dream’s heart skip a beat—but he knows it’s not what he’s thinking. You pull away from Dream and wave back at him, knocking into a few people which elicits a laugh from him as he watches.

“Dude, you’re so fucked,” George says, smirking as he follows Dream’s gaze on you. Dream elbows George in the bicep.

“Fuck off.”

“Yeah bro, if you don’t make a move soon, someone else will,” Sapnap comments, coming up to stand on Dream’s other side. The urge to punch the both of them is strong, but instead, the blonde groans and skulls the rest of his beer as he loses sight of you in the crowd.

—

“Bye, guys! Thanks for coming!” Dream tries his best to look composed, but he’s so drunk. As soon as the door closes, he locks it and lets out a huge sigh. You come out of your room with the gift bag in your hands. Dream raises his eyebrows and attempts to give you a surprised look. “Wow, a present?”

You giggle and lead him to the couch. He flops down, throws his feet up and puts his hands behind his head. You sit next to him and shove the bag into his hands. “It’s not much, but you literally have everything already, so this is what I came up with.”

You hold your breath and you watch him pick through the bag. A smile breaks out on his face when he sees the CD. He flips it around to show you as if you haven’t seen it before and opens the case. “A mixtape? How romantic.”

The heat that rises to your cheeks is scolding and you stop yourself from choking. Dream, however, doesn’t look at you as he digs through and comments on every item. When he’s gone through every gift, he picks up the mixtape again and looks you dead in the eyes.

“This is the most thoughtful thing I’ve ever gotten for my birthday. Thank you, Y/n.”

You’re surprised. “The most thoughtful? It’s only a CD.”

Dream’s face contorts into one of confusion. “Only a CD? You made this for me with your own blood, sweat and tears.” You wouldn’t go that far.

“Oh, well, you’re welcome, I guess,” You laugh, reaching down to grasp his large hand. The action causes Dream to tilt his head and shift closer to you.

“Seriously, thank you. You mean so much to me,” He confesses, although you can barely hear it. You feel tears pricking your eyes as you watch him wipe his own. “Fuck, why am I getting emotional? It’s that fucking vodka, that’s why.”

“Don’t make up excuses, D,” You tease, squeezing his hand a few times. He wheezes lightly then sighs. His green eyes are so bright and there’s still a little smudge of icing on the side of his nose from the cake. You reach up and wipe it away, licking your thumb beforehand. Dream closes his eyes as you do so, biting his lip as you pull your hand away. 2:29 am.

“Okay, I think it’s time to get you to bed,” You mumble as you stand up, the moment broken. Dream nods, collecting his presents and chucking them all in the gift bag before he follows you to his room, a little disappointed.

Dream stands in the doorway and watches as you pull back his bed covers and turn on the lamp on his nightstand. “Okay, I’ll leave you to it. Goodnight,” You push past him before you turn. “I’ll have Gatorade and Advil ready for you in the morning, okay?”

Dream gives you a loving smile and nods, still holding the bag in front of him as he stands in the middle of his room. “Goodnight, Y/n, thanks for everything.”

You close the door behind you and when you get back to your room, you kick yourself for not making a move. You peel your clothes off of your body and throw them in the corner of the room, the space becoming too hot for your liking—maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the fact that it's summer, or maybe it's your utter embarrassment and regret; you don't bother to choose which one.

You flop down on your bed, half-naked, and stare at the ceiling. Why didn't you make a move? It was the perfect opportunity—

Your thoughts are forgotten when there's a soft knock on your bedroom door. You scramble to put some pyjamas on as you call, 'just a second!', and then you're swinging your door open.

Dream stands there in his sweatpants only. You resist the urge to rake your eyes down his torso.

"Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" The question surprises you—of fucking course it surprises you! The only reason he comes to your room at night is to vent; not like this.

"Uh, yeah," You reply, cracking the door open just a tad wider so he can slip through. Once he's inside, you sigh in confusion and close your door quietly. Dream is already sorting out the bed situation behind you, throwing your hundreds of throw pillows onto the floor and lifting up your duvet so he can slip under.

You tilt your head at him when he looks at you expectantly—you assume he's waiting for you to get in bed, which you do.

You rest your head on your pillow and turn your head to look at Dream, who is already staring at you. Your skin is hot and your heart is in your throat when you see how green his eyes are in the warm glow of your lamp.

"What's up?" You whisper although you didn't mean for it to come out so low. Dream's eyes trace your face; your eyes, eyebrows, nose, freckles, lips. "Dream?"

He's silent for a while and you guess it's because he's trying to figure out his drunken thoughts. "I just wanted to be with you, you know," He says, his voice breaking slightly. You suck in a breath, turning onto your side so you face him. "You planned my party all by yourself and I'm so happy you did."

You don't have the heart to tell him that George and Sapnap helped you, he looks so content. "I'm so glad, Dreamy," Your voice is velvety, and you can't help the warm feeling blooming in your chest. Dream's eyes travel from your own to your lips and stay there.

“C’mere," Dream mumbles. You barely nod before you lean closer to him.

You can tell Dream is figuring out what to do by the way his lips part and then close suddenly a few times, so, for the second time this week, you take things into your own hands.

You scoot closer to him, your breaths mixing in the small space between your lips and his nose bumping yours. You were so close. But not close enough.

"Dream, I'm gonna do something crazy, okay? Don't hate me," Here goes nothing.

"I could never hate you, baby," Dream murmurs, adjusting his head on his pillow. The pet name goes straight to your head and throwing out any and all rational thoughts, you lean in and place your lips softly on his.

It takes him a few seconds to react and in those moments, you fear you've made a huge mistake, but when his hands find your hips and pull you impossibly closer, you're glad you kissed him—are kissing him.

This is nothing like wine night a few weeks ago.

Your hands find the back of his head and tug on his hair lightly, earning a throaty groan. The sound makes you clench your fists and pull a little harder. You move your lips across his jaw and towards his ear. "Happy Birthday, birthday boy," You whisper.

Dream lets out a breathy laugh and hugs you closer. His face presses into your neck and you feel him leaving feather-light kisses on your skin. The feeling makes you giddy.

"I'm one lucky birthday boy, aren't I?" He mutters, pecking your neck firmer now. You giggle softly, running your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck.

"You bet your ass you are."

[pondslime]

hey hi been tryin to write a fic from ick man's POV for only like 30 minutes and it's like repeatedly running into a wall

how tf you write 14k words with this man's brain u are.......magical??

dsfjhfdsjhfdsj YELLING!! also um??? 👀👀👀a bo pov fic from ur galactic mind???? consider me 👀👀👀👀 about that OMG

ur so fuckin right!! writing in his pov is like. crash BANG BOOM cartoon sound effects. it really REALLY is like running into a brick wall @ top speed and then repeatedly bashing ur head into those bricks!! again and AGAIN!!

there's so many times while writing his POV where I literally pause in the middle of a sentence and go "that is STRAIGHT UP the DUMBEST shit u could possibly think/say" and then feel the immediate urge to backspace bc WHO would be that embarrassing?? and then I remember that oh, it would be him! he WOULD!! and then I write another sentence and he says something else deranged and stupid and the experience repeats hfdsjhfdsjhfdsj AD NAUSEUM forever

he's just so dumb lmao like so stupid jhsdjhdfs

I truly have 2 be ready to flavor my coffee w/chernobyl pond water whenever I write for him. just VAULTING over all rational thought into unhinged horny insanity

I can't wait to see what u cook up UGH 👀🫠👁👄👁

[angstyclowns]

So another idea Alpha Dragon Bokugo noticing his treasure has been taken from his nest and finds Oméga reader with some of his treasure in a market but instead of being mad he starts finding more gems and jewelry to give to them to court them. And I’m go add a sign off to the prompts I send you so if you get annoyed at any of them you can ignore them-🔮

When I tell you I was so excited to write this, like I started planning immediately.

Also, if you haven’t - sorry if I’m annoying you- read @plainbrunettelbl fanfics with dragon Bakugo. they make my heart swell.

Alpha! Dragon! Bakugo x Thief! Omega! Reader

To say he was livid was the understatement of the motherfucking year

He was prepared to burn down the entire fucking country when he found select fire opals, rubies and carnelians missing. 

A dragon’s hoard was sacred, and he knew the exact number of gems in his. As of currently though, seven gems were missing. 

seven.

That’s seven villages he would burn down as collateral.

First things first though, finding the dumbass who had a death wish.

Whoever it was left a scent- meaning alpha or omega- and judging by the sweeter tone it had, he was gonna go with omega.

Though it didn’t matter, he was going to obliterate them.

So he changed into his dragon form quickly, letting out such a loud roar it shook the earth below him as he soared, following the scent.

And to whoever’s credit, they made it much further then he would’ve expected, traveling a good four villages away from his den.

You must’ve had a horse.

So he wasn’t the first dragon you’ve stolen from. 

The thought made him snarl as smoke escaped his nostrils.

You were going to perish slowly and painfully.

Once your scent began to cloud over a special village, he turned back into his human form, stomping his way to the bazaar, no one dared step in his way

He was a dragon on a mission.

And that mission was to find you.

And he did. 

Just as you were handing a bright red carnelian to the bazaar man, getting a hefty bag of coins in return.

And though he wanted to be angry, he just...couldn’t.

All that steam he had propelling him earlier suddenly disappeared as he saw you.

You were breathtaking in every way. He couldn’t even describe it, you were just...beautiful. 

So he decided to follow you... keep an eye on you in a way.

He still had his gems he had to collect payment on.

So he watched as you got on your horse- his assumptions proving right about the horse- following you in his dragon form as you rode home. 

To the saddest shack he had ever seen.

As you rode up, an army of kids ran up to you- Katsuki assuming this was an orphanage of sorts.

His assumptions were proven correct when an older woman walked out, thanking you profusely as you handed her the satchel of coins. 

 Only for it to be snatched as a mean looking man chuckled.

Katsuki hated tax collectors- even before he met you- but watching your face go from bashful to distressed, burnt sugar entering his sensitive nostrils., made him despise them.

You had jumped and swiped at the bag that was held a little out of your reach, looking close to snapping. 

Katsuki decided he had seen enough.

Changing forms, he stalked over to the tax collector snatching the bag of coins from behind him.

When the tax collector turned around to snap, his words caught in his throat before the beta was sprinting away- his alpha goonies behind him.

Katsuki’s ruby eyes then turned to you, his inner alpha straight up dying as you whimpered, shielding the children behind you.

“Please, I know what I did was wrong, and I’ll rightfully suffer for it, but please, let them keep the money. They need it more than you do.”

He huffed, smirking at the fear the children showed. 

But not at your fear. 

He tossed the bag to old bat before turning, changing forms and flying back to his den.

Hatching a plan in his head to get you to be his.

You were immaculate- more so than any of his gems- just in the way you acted, let alone looked.

Willing to take any punishment so that those pups could eat?

He hadn’t remember why he was so angry before. 

They were just mere gems- and that was it.

Taking a quick U-turn, Katsuki made his way to the dragon gem mines, knowing just how to win your heart. 

Given you were super confused when gems of all shapes, sizes and colors started appearing places where you would find them.

You knew they were courting gifts, but from who?

You kept each one, nonetheless, using it to fix up the orphanage were you lived, and keep that bastard tax collector off your back for a while.

Of course, all good things must come to an end however.

Just as you found another bright red ruby- your admirer seeming to have a liking with red, reminding you of the rather handsome dragon- it was pulled out of your hand before you could register.

“Stealing from dragons, tch tch. You know that’s an offense punishable by death.”

“I didn’t steal it.”You snapped, grabbing the gem from Maverick, the tax collector.

“Then you went to the dragon mines, which is still a felony.”

His hand snacked around your neck as he sniffed your scent gland, nearly making you puke. 

“Of course, no one would have to find out about this. Though I’ve dreamed of the day this orphanage closes, I could wait a little longer...”

A small explosion near Maverick’s ear made him drop you, giving you the chance to hide yourself and the jewel behind whatever saved you.

funny enough, it was that handsome dragon.

Your omega chirped in happiness at the man before he turned to you with a smirk, a purr leaving him before he turned to the tax collector.

“Stay the fuck away from this orphanage and my omega, got that dickbag? Or do I need to burn it onto your forehead?”

Maverick quickly shook his head before running with his tail between his legs. 

Katsuki then turned to you. 

“Your happy to see me-”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence before you were launching yourself onto him, Katsuki smiling as he wrapping his arms around you.

“Come on, let’s get you back home. I have a feeling you need to spend a little time with your dragon and not just his hoard.”

“I’m sorry!”

[ahundredtimesover]

I promised an essay and i WILL write it even if it's 9am and I'm at work <3 and now that I can finally send pictures on asks, Mimi pls consider putting this on your angst from now on thank you:

OK now about chapter 9 ^^ haha ^^

i DIDNT KNOW YOU CAN PUT ON KEEP READING TAB ON ASKS

first of all i didn't realize you mentioned me in your A/N bc I was too caught up on preparing myself to be hurt <3 second, goSH the thing this chapter makes me feel 🥲🥲 when I told you I'd need at least three business days to recover I mean it spiritually; at least I don't feel like bashing my head against the wall because I understand where everyone's coming from.

Usually reading series like this I end up annoyed most of the time because they often use miscommunication as nothing but plot device--no background whatsoever. But this? Jin & OC both have their own internal conflicts and they're both complicated in their own way. The ghosts of their pasts hunt them in ways that anyone would understand that they hurt and they hurt bad.

Unfortunately, I relate way too much with OC and her overanalyzing ways 🥲 but of all things, there's one that struck me the most.

“Okay, not that I defend the lying because I’m still gonna give him shit for it,” Jungkook replies, “but he’s clearly way better than those fuckers. And fine, even if it’s not Jin, or the heck, it can even be Joon but what I’m also trying to say is that ___, you deserve love and yeah, it may hurt a bit but the right one won’t hurt all the time. I just hope you won’t have your wall up forever and actually see that some things and people are worth getting over your fears for.”

I didn't expect to be personally attacked like this Mimi 😭😭 but what he said rings something within me that i didn't expect to. I think it's important to note that, yeah, love is going to hurt one way or another. If you're inclined to romantic relationships, it's never going to be filled with happiness and happiness only. It's going to hurt and perhaps it's worth the pain if it helps your relationship grow. I'm not glorifying fights and emotional distress, but... yeah, it may hurt sometime but until when will you distance yourself from the chance of much more happiness in return?

(and also, Jungkook I will baby you if you want)

Next, WHAT THE HELL

YOU SAID YOU WILL HURT ME AND YOURE REALLY KEEPING YOUR WORDS HUH? YOU KEEP ME ON MY FEET HUH

the way my heart DROPPED?????? like i literally recommended the song so i KNEW. i KNEW WHATS COMING. but was i hurt any less? No <3 i kinda expected... it but i never thought he'd jump right into the d word WTF KIM SEOKJIN?? I KNOW YOU WANT TO BE UNDERSTANDING BUT?????????? gosh rereading their goodbyes after knowing what's coming after hurts in its most pure sense.

one sentence resonates with me for some reason:

“Could you, uh, could you let me know when you land?”

will OC still call him?? will she pretend like she hasn't seen the letter? how will she face joon after that??? it's kinda cruel, tbh, giving that letter knowing it'll throw her off and mess up her mind when she's about to talk the talk. but perhaps if he believes OC doesnt feel that way, Jin probably thinks it'll feel liberating for her. WHICH DOESNT MAKE IT BETTER FOR ME.

ok i rambled long enough alrd ciao

I’m so touched you went off anon for me 🥹🥹 did u buy the tickets to Manila yet?? Hahahaa just kidding, I know where you’re headed to 😉 but plssss u make me laugh and u make me happy! I love hearing your thoughts and picking out the things that stuck with you: It's going to hurt and perhaps it's worth the pain if it helps your relationship grow. - this whole thought of love hurting but not always is true; it’s how we learn; I think that’s what separates healthy relationships from toxic ones.

Also, asking OC to tell him when he lands ajdjajzjaja I 😢 in that part, too. They have so much baggage and it’s all coming to a head (as we’ll see more later on) and we just want them to run to each other and finally be together 😩 but yes, lots of things happening here. I’m just so happy you dropped by and not as anon this time ☺️☺️🥰

[akakeiiji]

Hi it's me again hehehe may i request a sugawara one shot where the reader is a new manager for the team and they have like a massive crush on sugawara and they walked into the gym with him changing his shirt while the others are already training IADKSJSNSSIJSSNS AND THE READER GETS FLUSTERED AND ALL THAT this is too detailed thank u 😗 ilysm

HI SUUNI 💕 I had a lot of fun writing this, it’s so chaotic and cliche but I still love it 

-`,✎ Shirtless Shenanigans — Sugawara Koushi

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Suggestive-ish themes but not really

✂︎・・・masterlist

Suga is always early. All throughout your years of being his classmate, he was never once listed as late in class, sure there were a few close calls but he still managed to keep his record clean for the most part. Perhaps he was aiming to get the perfect attendance award at the end of the year, or maybe he’s just naturally a punctual person.

Despite all this, he was absent today, even Tanaka had arrived already, which is definitely saying something. Suga was usually the one who arrives first during morning practices and opens the gym for the others, but when Daichi and Asahi arrived that day, the gym was, strangely enough, still locked. Luckily, Daichi had the spare key but it was still odd not having him there to greet them.

Asides from that, he wasn’t responding to anyone’s messages, nor did he send any about him being absent that day. You checked your phone again, frowning at the lack of notifications.

The rest of the team just shrugged it off and concluded that he was either playing hooky or had a fever, they continued on with their drills like usual, but your mind kept wandering back to the missing third year.

Perhaps it was the way you kept checking your phone or the way you kept looking over at the gym entrance or the way the corners of your mouth were pulled downwards, because Kiyoko had already deduced what was plaguing your mind.

“Looking for someone?” She said in a teasing tone. A knowing glint in her eyes. You freeze mid-action as you were pulling your phone out again, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “Maybe?”

Kiyoko lets out a small chuckle, as you groan frustratedly at being caught, practically pulling your hair. “I just can’t help but worry, you know?”

You continue rambling, waving your hands around as you tell your friend about how ridiculously intense your crush is on the setter, that you don’t even notice the dash of grey zipping past the gym doors.

“—it’s so dumb! I always get distracted when he’s nearby but now I get distracted even when he isn’t even around?!” You let out a defeated wail and rest your head on Kiyoko’s shoulder. “What’s wrong with me?”

Your attention was taken away from your woes when Ennoshita runs over to you and Kiyoko. “Can you guys grab the extra towels in the clubroom? Hinata accidentally spilled his water.” He says, shooting an irksome look at the bickering first years behind him.

Kiyoko goes to stand but you beat her to it. “Nah, I’ll do it, don’t worry.” Maybe getting up to stretch your legs would help you take your mind off of Sugawara, but you decide not to disclose that last bit.

You head out of the rowdy gym and towards the clubroom, only to stop in your tracks when you see the door to the clubroom was left ajar. You scoffed, you made a mental note to lecture the boys later that day and climb up the stairs.

However as you approached the room, a jolt of fear ran down your spine when you heard shuffling from inside. You stood a few feet from the door, eyeing the unfamiliar slippers thrown hastily on the ground in front of it.

You were about to run back and call your cavalry of boys for assistance but when you heard a distant thump and a loud cry of “Ouch!”, you instantly recognized the voice and wave of relief immediately washed over you.

It was only Suga. You clutched your chest as your breathing steadied, thanking the gods that no one had been robbing you guys.

You walk over to the door, chuckling to yourself, and slide it open. “Fashionably late, aren’t—”

Suga immediately whips his head over his shoulder, an aghast look etched on his face. You couldn’t blame him, that would be your reaction as well if someone had just walked in on you changing.

You caught him in a very awkward position. He was standing with his back faced towards you, his light blue pajama pants were pulled down at his ankles, exposing his black boxers. His arms were held up over his head as he was pulling off his grey t-shirt. He was almost completely naked.

You two stand there—frozen, like a deer caught in the headlights—not even able to process the situation. Your wide eyes scan his body before realizing—

Your crush.

Basically naked.

In front of you.

You let out a loud screech and you didn’t know it was even possible but you somehow managed to choke on air.

Suga, despite his embarrassing position, acts on his motherly instincts and goes to rush by your side, forgetting that his pajamas were still on his ankles. He trips over his own pants and before you know it, he crashes onto you, unceremoniously landing with a loud thud.

“Ow!” You groan, your eyes shut tight in the pain of the impact. “Suga, I—”

Your words die in your mouth as you take in the situation. Your eyes widen as you realize that you were laying flat on the ground and that Suga was hovering over you, his arms at either side of your head.

Your brain legitimately short circuits.

Suga looks distressed as he focuses on you, making sure you weren’t hurt or injured, not even paying attention to the fact that you were in such an incriminating position.

“I’m sorry! Are you hurt? Are you—” His eyes widens comically as he begins to process what you already had a few seconds ago. That he was half-naked, laying on top of you in the middle of your clubroom.

He immediately turns a deep shade of crimson and pushes himself up so that he’s kneeling over you, his hands clutched at his red cheeks as he lets out a fervent string of apologies.

You couldn't utter a single word, your ability to speak lost in the overwhelming embarrassment and shock you were feeling. You attempt to get up to run away and throw yourself off a building, but your legs, shaky from the sheer distress you were feeling, gave way.

Just like earlier, you both crash onto the tatami mats again, this time not as loudly and painfully as before.

You open your eyes, this time to find Suga staring up at you a speechless and bashful look on his face.

You swear you could practically feel your soul leaving your body and rising to the afterlife.

You didn’t know how but you turned even redder than before and your heart somehow started thumping in your chest more violently than you could ever remember.

You immediately push yourself up, your hands flat on Suga’s bare chest. “I—I’m sorry—!”

Suga chuckles and pushes himself up with his elbows, you’re about to get up when footsteps suddenly approached the room. You and Suga instinctively freeze, your heads both turning towards the person standing by the wide-open sliding door.

“Hey, you were taking long, what’s the hold u—” Daichi freezes mid-step, the last syllable of his sentence being drawn out as he stares wide-eyed at the scene in front of him.

You realize how bad it looks. Suga was half-naked on the ground—his clothes littered carelessly all over the room—while you were on top of him, straddling his hips, your hands on his chest, both of you visibly red and breathless.

Daichi’s jaw goes lax as his water bottle slips from his hands, the impact of it hitting the ground being the only sound in the room.

“I’ll—I’ll leave you two alone.” He faltered out, pointing back to the gym, he quickly shuts the sliding door and runs away, screaming internally to himself.

You and Suga stare at the shut door for a few seconds, barely believing what had just happened. You two then look at each other before letting out a simultaneous, quiet:

“Oh shit.”

Bonus:

Daichi bursts into the gym, slamming the door open, startling the rest of the team in the process. His breathing was labored and there was an alarmed look in his eyes.

The team can only stare in shock and apprehension as he calms his breathing and rapidly beating heart.

“You guys will never believe what I just saw.”

[plant-flwrs]

hi idk if you write for hermione (if not you could do luna?) but could you do one where the reader has a crush on hermione and is talking to harry about it and hermione overhears? then she askes the reader to go to hogsmeade with her?

library confessions // hermione granger

masterlist!

a/n: drarry. lesbian pinning. blushing. longing glances. yes this is gay. i love u anon.

summary: Hermione overhears you confessing your feelings about her.

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Harry Potter was the chosen one, the boy who lived, the star of the wizarding world, but the boy was painfully daft in most situations.

Especially in matters of romance.

“Harry,” you said slowly, looking into the boys eyes hoping he would see your desperation and urgency, “I need you to listen to what I’m saying.”

Harry huffed in annoyance, rolling his eyes at his friend, “I am listening, Y/n!”

“Obviously you are not,” you said slowly, leaning back in your chair but still looking at the boy, “because if you were, you would understand what I’m trying to tell you right now.”

You had found the situation entertaining some 20 minutes ago, but as time went on and Harry still didn’t understand the simple thing you were telling him, your entertainment ceased.

“You’re speaking in riddles! How am I supposed to know if Hermione listens to ‘lesbian’-” he quoted you there, “-music! I wish you’d just talk to her about this, I mean, its just music!.”

You groaned and felt an embarrassed blush come over your cheeks at the mere mention of Hermione. 

“Harry! Keep your voice down,” you scolded him, looking frantically around the common room that Hermione could be in at any second.

The two of you sat in annoyed silence, making sure no one heard you, before continuing. 

“I was an awesome wing-woman for you with Draco! You owe me!”

“Wing-woman, what are you-” Harry’s sentence ended as soon as the realization hit him. His eyes lit up from behind his glasses. His mouth opened and closed like a fish.

Harry, after 20 minutes of hinting at it, just realized you were confessing a crush on your best friend, Hermione Granger.

He sat back in his seat, unable to form a coherent sentence as his mind attempted to absorb the information. You rolled your eyes with a certain kind of relief, waiting for Harry to speak again.

“You mean-” he finally started again after a few minutes, leaning forwards again.

“Yes,” you finished for him, not wanting him to say it out loud.

“Our Hermi-” 

“Yes,” you finished again, wanting Harry’s epiphany to end sooner so you could talk about the pressing topic.

“Why are you asking me about this?” he asked, an entertained smile on his lips.

“Like I said, you owe me.”.

You and Hermione were in the library studying for an upcoming Charms test. You two had an unspoken agreement for a long time that entailed you studying together, and you never once complained when she dragged you away to the library. You could be watching the Quidditch World Cup, but if Hermione had to study, you would be there in an instant. 

You sat across from her, trying very hard not to stare at her. Her curly and unruly hair was pulled off her face with a muggle pencil, a few pieces framing her face. When she wasn’t writing, she twirled a piece in her fingers, succeeding in mesmerizing you and completely distracting you from your work. 

You shifted in your seat, trying to make yourself focus on the Charms essay in front of you. You crossed your legs, accidentally grazing Hermione’s shin with your foot. You felt your face get warm at the small touch, and Hermione looked up at you from her paper.

“‘M sorry,” you mumbled, cringing at the slight tremble in your voice.

“It’s alright,” she whispered back, looking back down at her paper. 

You let out a deep breath, closing your eyes and not letting yourself look up at her. You bit your lip, tensing in your seat. These days, it was incredibly hard to get any real studying done when you were with Hermione. Everything she did made you fall even more in love with her. 

“Harry?” Hermione whispered in a slightly annoyed but curious tone, causing you to look around for the boy.

“Hey guys,” Harry said, smiling, as he slid into the seat next to you, “was wondering where you were, found ya.”

You fought the urge to wince at Harry’s awkward greeting, giving him a small smile as Hermione turned back to her paper.

“What are you guys up to?” Harry pressed, leaning closer to you to look at your paper.

“Charms,” Hermione said, still sounding annoyed, without looking up from her paper.

“Oi, Hermione,” Harry acted as if he just remembered something, “I’ve been meaning to ask you this; you remember that book you read a few weeks back, about werewolves? Would you let me borrow it?”

Hermione’s face lit up at Harry’s request. She dropped her quill and looked to him.

“You mean Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockheart?” She said excitedly, the corners of her mouth lifting in a faint smile.

You felt your heart beat faster when Hermione smiled, watching her eyes fill with joy. 

“Yeah,” Harry said reluctantly, forcing a similar excited smile.

“I got that here, in the library,” Hermione talked fast, looking around at the books around her, “I returned it already, should be back on the shelves for you.”

“Would you get it for me? I’m rubbish at finding books,” Harry pleaded, taking advantage of Hermione’s excitement. 

“Of course! I’ll be right back,” she got up from her chair and walked quickly to some shelves a few rows over.

“You don’t read, let alone read books by Lockheart. What’d you do that for?” you asked Harry, seeing through him.

“I wanted to talk to you about Hermione,” he said lazily, watching Hermione as she ducked between two tall shelves and began thumbing through the tons of books by Lockheart.

“Harry-” you scolded him, looking around frantically to make sure Hermione hadn’t heard. She was still looking at the books, her back to you and Harry

“What? She’s not listening. Anyway,” Harry began, smiling devilishly at you, “I talked to Draco-”

“You told Draco?” you had to stop yourself from screaming at him, only so Hermione wouldn’t hear and come over.

“Of course I told Draco, he’s the romantic one of the two of us! He had a great idea. If you’d stop interrupting me, I might tell you,” Harry said, waiting for you to calm down.

“Fine, right, I’m sorry,” you said, looking down at your fingers as you nervously fidgeted with them. 

Harry’s comforting hand rested on top of them, “What’s the matter?”

“I’m really bloody nervous, Harry,” you started, looking up at Harry to see his quirked eyebrow telling you to go on, “I mean, she’s my best friend. If she doesn’t like me back, and I tell her, we won’t be the same,” you paused, taking in a deep breath, “But, I don’t think I can stand to be friends with her anymore, I want more.” 

Harry nodded knowingly at you and rubbed your hand soothingly. You sighed, looking up and smiling gratefully at him. 

Behind you, Hermione put her ear against the bookshelf closest to you and Harry, the book about werewolves clutched in her hands. She blushed as she listened to your confession, biting her lip to hide a huge smile. She peeked through books, listening to Harry comfort you with old stories about him and Draco before they finally confessed to each other. Hermione’s heart swelled, a feeling of relief coursing through her body. She played with her fingers nervously as she waited for Harry to leave, a sense of boldness coming over her that she had never felt before.

After a while, Harry left you at the table. Hermione ducked when you looked around for her, hiding behind a thick stack of books. She waited for a moment before standing again, turning and walking from behind the shelf, only to run straight into you. The book about werewolves fell to the floor, but neither of you cared much about it anymore. You stared longingly into each others eyes, and Hermione spoke first.

“Would you go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” she blurted out, eyes widening as the words spilled from her mouth. 

“Sure, are Ron and Harry coming too?” you asked, figuring she wanted to go to Hogsmeade the same way you and the group of your friends had been going for years. 

“No, just us,” she said, smiling nervously at you.

“Ron? Passing up a Hogsmeade trip?” you joked, swallowing hard as you realized you were still standing extremely close to Hermione.

“A date-” she blurted out again, this time louder, like she had been forcing herself to say it, “I want to go on a date with you to Hogsmeade.”

You felt your mouth open in shock, slightly upturning your lips in surprise. You nodded your head vigorously, causing Hermione to duck her head down in a bashful sort of way. 

“Perfect,” she said, walking past you back to the table you both shared. 

You followed her, watching as she packed her things into her bag. She couldn’t stop smiling, and neither could you. She was careless with her things, nearly crumpling her newly written Charms essay. Her cheeks were pink as she smiled shyly at you before walking out of the library. You watched her leave, waving back at her when she looked over her shoulder for one more glance at you. 

[sohin-ace]

Doppio - Frog Princess

Fairy tale AU and lots of love for my small man.

Doppio dragged his feet across the garden, restless and desperate. He sighed and whined to himself, taking the opportunity of being all alone to voice his pain and concerns, something he was never allowed to do.

"Aww jeez... This prince life isn't made for me..."

He huffed again and tugged at his very uncomfortable, gold adorned collar that was almost suffocating him.

Doppio looked around him, sure enough, the tall trees surrounding him did a great job at hiding him from the potential workers on the castle grounds that could possibly be looking for him.

He could finally have a little moment for himself and sneak out, maybe to cry to himself a little bit.

"O-ow... That still hurts..." The boy whined and rubbed on his bruised fingers, the results of angry professors punishing him for each mistakes he made. "I'm no good, I can't do anything right..."

That's right. Prince Doppio was a clumsy and anxious boy who lacked capacity in every domain. He always tried his best and obeyed every and each order, he wasn't undisciplined, oh no, young Doppio was a good boy.

He was just bad. He hardly managed to keep the required straight stance for more than ten seconds, was better at petting the horses than at riding them, couldn't follow etiquette at all, or protocol, was extremely forgetful and sadly, mother nature did not grace him with the strongest physical traits a young man his age was expected to have.

"Tch... Trish was so popular everyone courted her and she was so easy to marry, but me... No one would want to marry a good-for-nothing like me..."

He angrily kicked some rock and held his back that cracked at the movement, in pain, squeezing his eyes shut and sobbing at the sore feeling. That last lesson of fencing went so terribly wrong, how did the others do it?

"I'm so tired... Why meee...?"

"Ribbit!"

"Huh?" Doppio was startled at the very sudden but intriguing croaky sound and approached its direction near the pond.

He couldn't see anything at first, but then a tiny little creature jumped out of its hiding place. Doppio's honey eyes widened and he quickly wiped his warm tears, crouching down towards the animal.

"A frog!" He exclaimed happily, almost like a small child, new to the world. "Hi! You're so tiny, what's your name?"

"Ribbit!"

He knew very well the animal couldn't respond to him with actual words, but just the feeling of having even a one-sided conversation soothed a bit of his loneliness down. He cupped his hands together to invite the frog in, and the animal obliged by jumping on them.

He looked down and observed the chubby little creature. It had the cutest, roundest eyes, almost sparkly in the dim forest light, its green color was so bright and homogenous, there weren't any marks or patterns that frogs usually had on their skin. Even its limbs were tiny and soft, Doppio couldn't help but pet it with one careful and shaky finger.

"O-ooh! Oh my god!" He squealed uncontrollably. "You're so squishy!"

"Ribbit ribbit!"

The quiet and high-pitched croak felt so pleasant to his ears, it meddled with the sound of the water next to him and made him feel so much at peace. He loved to hear that cute sound and how the frog's belly puffed up like a balloon with each croak.

"What are you? A boy or a girl? I'd say you're a girl because you're super pretty and have a tiny voice."

"Ribbit Ribbit! Ribbit Ribbit!"

Doppio gasped loudly. "D-did I get it right?! Oohh yes!! That's so cool! Well... Not like I would have minded if you were a boy... Or both... Wait, do frogs have genders? Oh it doesn't matter."

The young prince felt like this frog was currently the only thing keeping him sane. He had no one else to talk to, there was no one who actually cared for his own well-being and he had no friends.

The only real person to actually show him some kind of recognition and love was none other than the King Diavolo himself. But even his sweet words and affection seemed somewhat back-handed and laced with pressure and severity.

"You know, you're lucky, little thing..." Doppio started with melancholy. "You don't have to worry so much about your life... I'm bad at everything and I'm all alone... I don't know what to do..."

"Ri-rib, ribbit!"

"Even if a nice princess wanted to marry me, I would turn her down because she would deserve better... Sometimes I wish I could disappear..."

"Ribb-ribbit!"

Doppio's eyes softened on the small frog. That's how sad and pathetic he was. Talking his problems out with a frog.

"Why do I feel like you actually understand me...? Thank you for listening to me and being my only friend."

Without even thinking, he lifted the small frog and brought it towards his face, giving it the tiniest of pecks. He smiled at how weird the feeling was, the animal was cold and slightly humid, a bit sticky too which he did not mind surprisingly.

He sighed and looked up mindlessly before his eyes were suddenly striked by a blinding flash of light.

"Wh-what the hell?!"

The light flashed brighter and brighter, coming from the frog in his hands. What was going on?

Doppio could only drop the creature and shield his eyes with his arms desperately as the frog sparkled like a thousand fireflies and grew in size.

The boy squinted his eyes shut and fell back right onto his butt before he felt a strong weight pressing on him, the mass eventually pinning him down onto the ground.

"U-uughh..." He groaned and rubbed his head, a sharp headache from the harsh light hitting his sensitive eyes still slowly fading.

He looked down only for his eyes to widen like saucers. He couldn't believe what he was currently witnessing and thought that maybe he went blind from the flash and was hallucinating right now.

The weight on top of him revealed to be the figure of a girl laying unconscious. He couldn't see her face buried in his chest, but he could make out her beautiful hair, smooth skin tone and the very frilly green dress she was wearing.

And that wasn't just any dress either, the golden ornaments, the tulle, the silk, the lace, the satin... That was an expensive dress, was she...could she be... A nobleswoman? A baroness? A...

...A princess?

"A-aah..." The girl moaned quietly before pushing herself up, not without struggle and Doppio gasped.

"A-are you okay signori-..." The boy could barely finish his sentence and only mumbled open-mouthed nonsense.

He was beyond mesmerized at the beauty who had just ever-so-slowly lifted her face up to look at him. Her shining wide eyes, her innocent glossy lips, her rose dusted cheeks and her hair framing her perfect face made him believe he just stumbled into some sort of forest Goddess.

"Ah-I... U-uuhm.. Y-you...uh.. W-ah-...eh... I-I'm..." He stammered awkwardly, his brain melting like ice in summer as his face and ears burned a crimson red, his breath catching in his now dry throat.

"Ah! My stars!" The girl gasped as she hovered over the immensely flustered prince. "I am so sorry! I must be crushing you!"

The young girl fretted anxiously before trying to scramble over on her knees and straighten herself up to give the poor man some much needed space, but as soon as she did, she was hit with a wave of dizziness and lost balance again. Doppio was quick to sit up and catch her against his chest, wrapping careful arms around her.

"A-are you okay, miss? What happened to you? What's going on?" The boy asked worriedly, regaining his composure slowly.

"Ah y-yes... It's just... It's been so long since I've been glamoured..."

"You've been... Glamoured?" Doppio couldn't be more confused than this, but the girl explained further as she leaned back slightly.

Her name was Y/N L/N, daughter of the King L/N. Many years ago, she had been the victim of a curse cast by the one and only sorcerer Dio, who was overcome by fury and rage against anyone affiliated with the Joestar Empire, or those who refused to become one of his pets, casting spells after spells, and curses after curses.

"He turned me into a frog and swore to me that nobody would ever come to save me from my demise... But you..." Y/N looked up at Doppio's honey eyes and couldn't help the tears pooling at her eyes.

She was free, at last.

"I was all alone... And you came here... My savior..."

Her soft voice cracked with thick emotions and she stared into Doppio's golden eyes with soft ones, her vision blurred by warm tears. Doppio gasped lightly, moved by her story and she shyly wiped her tears.

"A-ah, forgive me! How shameful of me, to weep in front of a prince like this... I'm just.. So..."

"No, princess, don't apologize." He gently held her wrists to pull them away from her timid face. "You have the right to be overwhelmed... Nobody's here, besides... I cried too, earlier, in front of you. Nothing wrong with showing your emotions."

She sighed dreamily at his gentle words and soft touches, the now more confident boy stirring her heart. "What is your name, my prince?"

"Doppio." He gulped, stiff as a rock at her saccharine gaze and tone. "Doppio Vinegar."

"You're a good person, Doppio..." She breathed out, her words dripping with warm sincerity. Doppio's heart could only skip beats at each and every one of her actions.

The boy may be clumsy and bashful, he surely wasn't dense. He well knew he was deeply falling in love with this frog princess, but something in him told him she may not be completely disinterested in him either, despite his overall appearance and personality.

But maybe, just maybe, it was because she didn't know him enough. She didn't know this extent of his foolishness, how worthless of a man he truly was. This was the perfect opportunity for her to just push him away and run back home, only to never see him again.

But against all he could have ever expected, he was completely shaken out of his low self-esteem filled transe when he felt her leaning her delicate hands and head against his chest, closing her eyes and relishing in his warm hold still on her.

"Prince Doppio... I feel so safe when I'm in your arms... I'll forever be grateful for granting me my deepest wish..." She lifted her head just enough to look at his blushing freckled face, his mouth agape. "How could I ever reward you?"

Was she... Really serious? Nobody has ever told him they felt good around him. Nobody has ever felt safe around the small and skinny man that was Doppio. Could he be strong enough for her?

Well one thing was positive, he didn't want to let her go, and if he had to eat razor blades to protect her, he would do it without batting an eye.

She actually wanted to, or at least seemed to, stay with him. She felt grateful, for him, of all people!

He hoped she wouldn't hear his heart go feral in his chest. She would do... Anything for him? Could he be selfish? Could he ask the inimaginable? Would she say yes? He wouldn't force her but... He would love to think about himself only, just this once in his life.

He had nothing to lose.

He gently grabbed both her hands in his surprisingly big ones, squeezing gently and rubbing his thumbs over her soft skin, as if to want to imprint his love onto her.

"Ma-... Marry me, Princess Y/N!" He confessed with loud yet clear determination. "Please, be mine! I will cherish you like my most prized treasure, you will never be alone and feel unsafe again! I promise my entire life to you, please promise me yours!"

She widened her eyes at his sudden assertiveness and his strong, meaningful words. The pink boy in front of her shook her heart in so many ways, and she had already lost everything to Dio in the past. She had absolutely no reason to deny, now did she?

The girl smiled bright and slowly pulled her hands out of his grasp, only to immediately wrap her arms around her hero's neck, nuzzling her face against him lovingly.

"Yes! I accept... my sweet Doppio."

[yandere-sins]

Birthday shinsou fic where his friends kidnap y/n for him??? Thank u(^^)

I like that, friends helping out their friend :D Thank you for requesting!!

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“Where are we going again?” Shinsou asked, innocently enough to be believable. But Deku was clever enough not to bite the bait, putting his pointer to his lips, signaling they were sealed. Shinsou sighed internally, giving in to his fate of being dragged out of the dorms in the middle of the night - on his birthday nonetheless!

One would think that at least this day meant something. That he’d at least get a break from all the people nagging on him lately. Ever since the joint training they did, he became friends with everyone involved, and though they were pretty okay people to be around, their enthusiasm often struck a nerve with Hitoshi.

All the more, it bothered him that they kept him from doing something he actually wanted to. Especially because it was his birthday, people had been around him all day, giving him little to no chance to see you. The only time had been in the morning as you walked to your classroom, Shinsou sending a longing glance after you. But after that, his day had been packed, and now, that he had planned to sneak over to your dorm, he’d been caught by Midoriya, who promised to show him something great.

“What could possibly be so great-” Shinsou muttered, when Deku made a sudden stop, signaling him to stand right there before he went to check the door, they were standing in front of. “-that you need to show it to me right now,” he finished his sentence sighing. From what he could tell, they had snuck into a warehouse from the back entrance, following a long corridor to a room inside of it. Deku knocked at the metal in a certain rhythm, reminding Shinsou of knock-codes from old movies, and for a moment, nothing happened at all.

Until suddenly, the door opened up a small gap, bright yellow light falling into the hallway. “There you are - finally!” a familiar voice groaned, Monoma’s if he guessed right. With a mighty drive, the door got pushed open, Midoriya running in quickly to stand in position as three different voices called out, “Happy Birthday!”

It took Shinsou a few blinks to get accustomed to the bright light before he could see anything, the faces of Monoma, Midoriya, and Kaminari falling into his field of view first before something else grazed his vision.

You.

Bound up and pretty, stirring at the sudden commotion, you could only let out muffled words, head moving side to side as you couldn’t see what was going on behind the blindfold. Still, he’d have recognized you everywhere. To think he’d ever get to see something so beautiful as you, wrapped in red ribbon just for him, blew his mind. Hitoshi felt almost close to tears as you sat there on a chair, surrounded by a few more wrapped gifts.

“We thought we’d make you a special present this year,” Monoma snickered, his intention as sinister as he was haughty. Hitoshi could see it in his face that his friend was more than pleased with what he had done, already believing he would get the best friend award for that year. “Hope you like it, Bro!” Denki called out from behind Hitoshi’s darling, putting a hand on your shoulder and making you flinch from the sudden touch.

“It wasn’t easy, but we know how much you like [Name]!” Midoriya added, picking up one of the presents on the floor and pressing it into the hands of a still baffled Shinsou. “Open up!”

Hesitantly, he navigated his fingers to the ribbon - the same red, vibrant ribbon that you were wrapped in - the box opening up to reveal tightly wrapped ropes and a pair of handcuffs in it. “Oh. My. God.” Shinsou muttered. Any normal person would have realized latest now how crazy all of this was. Not only you served to him on a silver platter, no, but you also came with a wide selection of tools to keep you.

But not Shinsou, and not that night.

He was delighted.

“I don’t know what to say,” he admitted, looking from one boy to the other. Monoma grinned even wider, knowing the had hit the right nerves with the usual so stoic Shinsou, seeing his eyes shine and a sincere smile on his lips. Kaminari only shrugged as if all of this wasn’t as big of a deal as it felt to Hitoshi, and Midoriya had a bashful expression, relieved to have made his friend happy. “We knew you’d like this, don’t be sparse with the ‘Thank you!’s.”

“Thanks, guys... really,” Shinsou only mustered to say, and the three exchanged knowing glances, their hearts full with pride and joy from seeing him so unusual sentimental. “Well, that’s that!” Kaminari announced, picking up another present to stack on top of the other as he approached Shinsou, the other two guys setting themselves in motion too.

“We’re sure you want to have fun with your presents, and you know how it is... we gotta, uuuh...”

“Be somewhere too!” Midoriya finished Denki’s sentence, snickering knowingly.

“Do have fun, my Friend,” Monoma chuckled as he passed Shinsou, the three disappearing behind the door he had just come from, calling back their farewells without another glance back at the birthday boy.

Not it was only you and him. You still were as confused as you must have been when they brought you here. Three true friends, always looking out for him and knowing exactly what Shinsou could desire in his life. Slowly he rounded you, taking in every struggle you made, how your legs and shoulders moved as you tried to wiggle out of the tough restrains around you. They hadn’t even undressed you, still keeping you in your uniform, pure and pretty. Just how he liked you the best.

Subconsciously, he began to unwrap the second present Kaminari had given to him, this time ripping the ribbon off unceremonial. Out came... his Artificial Vocal Cords, polished and clearly enhanced by someone. They even went out of their way to fix the broken part on the side from when he got beaten in the last training, making them as good as new.

Letting the box fall to the ground, he put them on, knowing exactly why they had made it a big deal to present them to him now. His now free hands drove over the back of your shoulders, feeling your warmth against his fingertips and taking in the flinches of your muscles under his touches. You were so alive, so real, right there in front of him.

You never gave Shinsou much mind when you met him in the hallways. The closest he came to you was when he laid beside you at night, watching you sleep. But now you were there, and you were all his. Switching on the device to enhance his quirk, he positioned himself in front of you, both hands combing through your hair before settling at the back of your head, unclasping the gag in your mouth.

There was nothing he wanted to hear more right now than your lovely voice, especially if it was in response to his questions.

“How about you wish me a happy birthday, [Name]?” he asked, all too curious as what would be words that would force you to fall in love with him forever.

[peach-pops]

Roommate HC

Request:  hi i love ur account! do u think u could write a HC with kuroo, oikawa, and bokuto on how they would be as roommates! thank you!

Author’s Note: This request had me dying thank u so much! I made this to be platonic but if u guys want a part 2 to make them like each other/you want to see other roommate hc with other characters, let me know!

Warning: mentions of sex, adult language, reader thirsting over iwaizumi cause same 

Pairing: Kuroo || Oikawa || Bokuto 

Part two

-Kuroo-

You can only be roommates if you’re hella close with Kuroo because if you’re living in a closed space together, shit is bound to happen. He’s basically you’re best friend so nothing is off-limits. 

Exhibit A: Shower rants

“ And I told her to mind her own damn business before I kicked her ass!” You said loudly as you sat on the counter of the sink while Kuroo was showering

“ You liar I know you didn’t say all that. Also, can you hand me my toothbrush?”

“ Mm, okay, I didn’t say it but I was thinking it!” You grabbed Kuroo’s toothbrush and opened the curtain to hand it to him,” it’s the thought that counts but then she told me that I was being a bitch! In front of the whole class!” 

Kuroo opened the shower curtain to poke his head out,” She called you a bitch in front of the class? What a fucking bitch.” 

I feel like Kuroo sleeps in a bit and waits until the last second to wake up so you’re basically his alarm clock 

Your favorite way to wake him up is to just bash his head with a pillow until he grabs it from you and hits you back with it ten times harder

“ I think you gave me a concussion.”

“ I- It’s a pillow, you big baby.” 

Getting ready in the morning is always pretty chill since Kuroo practically rolls out of the bed, looks at his hair, and decides yep, this is stylish 

If he has extra time in the morning, he’ll sit on your bed and watch you do your makeup/hair as you tell him your schedule for the day just cause he can 

Can we please remember that Kuroo is a big nerd so that means a lot of all-nighters at the dinner table. If you know he has a big test coming up, you order takeout from his favorite restaurant and you have to physically sit across from him so he actually takes a break to eat dinner

Sometimes he falls asleep at the table while studying so you always grab his phone to set a 15-minute alarm because while he needs to sleep, he also needs the time to study too 

On chill days, Kenma usually comes over and the two play video games until the middle of the night. While they’re always super loud, that’s a lie it’s just Kuroo, but whenever they get too loud you come out of your room and you just glare Kuroo down 

“ What’s wrong with your face?”

“ My face? This face will be the last thing you ever see if you don’t shut the fuck up. Kenma sweetie, ✨you’re doing great✨!”

OH okay this is just a bonus

so your upstairs neighbors are like bunnies if ya know what I mean. Like they go at it 25/8 and you and Kuroo can’t stand it because how are yall supposed to concentrate 

One night while you and Kuroo are watching a movie, you can literally hear your neighbors having crazy-ass sex and Kuroo gets so petty. He grabs a broom from the kitchen and starts hitting it against the ceiling like

 ‘ Shut! The! Hell! Up!” 

“ STOP! What if they get mad?” 

“ Who cares? I haven’t had sex in months. If I can’t get laid than no one can get laid!”

“ I don’t even want to think about you and *gags* sex in the same sentence.” 

So all in all, Kuroo is probably the easiest roommate to have and you two just work so well together

-Oikawa-

Oikawa isn’t as bad as a roommate as people might think. He’s surprisingly clean and not only does he clean up after himself but he always cleans up after you. He will sass you on how messy you are though

“ Y/N-Chan, I can’t even see the floor to your bedroom, you’re disgusting! I can’t even look at you the same way!” 

“ If it’s bothering you then get the hell out of my room!” 

“ Your room is a biohazard, how can you live like this?” 

“ I SAID GET OUT SHITTYKAWA!” 

There’s only one bathroom in your apartment so it’s always a battle to get ready in the morning. His side of the sink has way more stuff than you and you even try out some of his products if they happen to find their way to your side

You can’t even hide it from Oikawa because once you leave the restroom, he notices right away 

“ Are you wearing that SPF moisturizer I bought from that new skincare store the other day?”

“ Wha- how did you know?”

“ I can smell it you rat, stop using my skincare products!” 

He says that but the next day when you wake up to use the restroom, you see that he bought you your own moisturizer and there’s a sticky note on it ‘ because you desperately need some’ 

Oikawa also always manages to lose his glasses in the morning so when he’s late, he always wakes you up to help him find his glasses which are somewhere around the apartment 

“ Bitch, how hard is it to keep it next to your nightstand before you go to bed?” 

“ I forget” 🥺👉🏼👈🏼Oikawa pouts as he squints back at you cause he’s a blind bitch 

If Oikawa is your roommate, that definitely means Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki are always over. One time in the middle of the night, you went to go get a glass of water and you screamed so loud when you saw a dark figure sleeping on your couch 

Your heart literally dropped to the floor but when you squinted your eyes, you could make out that it was Hanamaki just crashing on your couch 

Thank god, you actually thought there was a stranger-

What you didn’t know was that Matsukawa was sleeping on the floor of the living room and you tripped over his huge, built ass body 

“ Y/N? Is that you? Are you okay?”

“ I’m fine-”

“ Ow! Y/N, that’s my hand!”

“ Shit! Sorry- wait, Hajime? Is that you? What the hell-Who else is sleeping here?”

“ Meeeee!”

“Toru?!?! What are you doing out here?” You asked as you turned on the lights to find all four boys camped out in the living room. TF is this? Summercamp???

“ Duh, it’s a sleepover! Wanna join? You can lay next to me Y/N-Chan!”

“ Fuck no you weirdo. Except for you Hajime😚 my room is always open for you!” 🤩🥰🤪🤰🏻 

Oh speaking of frick fracking, you and Oikawa have a solid rule that if you’re planning on having sex, please let the other roommate know so there’s not a repeat of that one incident you’re not allowed to speak of 

Toru: Can you be out of the house from 8:30-9:30? I’m bringing someone over👉🏼👌🏼

Y/N: You bastard I was going to bring someone over!

Toru: Oh yeah? Who u trying to fuck?👀👀👀

Y/N: Hajime 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Toru: STOP THIRSTING AFTER MY FRIENDS

Y/N: BUT IT’S TRUE LOVE!

Besides all of that mess, Oikawa is such a fun roommate. If yall could live together forever, you definitely would because the banter never stops between the two of you, yall are like an old married couple uwu 

-Bokuto- 

JESUS you two take a while to mesh 

You two are best friends so when he suggested to move in together, you were all for it 

But it just took some getting used to 

Bokuto wakes up sooooo early to go run and this means blasting music in the shower at 5am & him blending the shit out a smoothie in the kitchen 

One time, this dude barged into your room around 5:20 in the morning and had THE AUDACITY to ask if you wanted to go run with him 

“ I feel bad leaving you here in the apartment alone, what if you miss me?”

“ If you ever wake me up this early to go run out of all things, I will shave your head do not test me owl.” 

He never asks you again don’t worry but he does walk in your room to whisper, rather loudly, that he’s leaving to go run just to give you a heads up

On some mornings when he knows you’re going to have a long day at school, he’ll make you breakfast and it’s actually super sweet cause you two will eat together in the kitchen and talk about what the plan for the day is 

If he’s ever too lazy to make breakfast, he’ll grab your favorite pastries during his run and bring it home cause he’s just that type of person 

Bokuto is a bit messy and you find yourself cleaning up after him a lot but he makes up for it by being an absolute sweetheart 

He assembled all the furniture in the apartment because he likes building stuff and he claims it’s manly. Don’t Mind my language but ✨U couldn’t give a shit ✨about building furniture so you were 100% okay with it

Akaashi came over to help put the couch together and that was arguably the most entertaining thing you had ever seen

“ Bokuto-San, I’m pretty sure these pieces don’t fit.”

“ Akaashi! Are you doubting my ability to read and follow instructions?!?!”

“ I think he’s right, those don’t fit at all.”

*cue emo bokuto ughhhhhhh this bitch*

Whenever Bokuto gets emo at home, you drop everything to help him get out of his funk. Not because what you’re doing isn’t important but if you don’t help, this dude will show up next to your bed full on close to crying

“ Ko, it’s two in the morning, why are you awake?”

“ Are you angry at me that I broke that plate earlier?”

“ Wha- no I’m not mad over a cheap plate. Just go to bed PLEASE!” 

No matter how busy yalls schedule gets, you two always make time to have a movie night at least once a week because he claims it’s good for roommate moral 

It’s just an excuse for him to snack through the pantry but whatever

He’s also the worst at grocery shopping. Like he notices all the snacks and desserts you like so he’ll buy so much of those things but will fail to get actual protein and vegetables 

I know it seems like I’m shitting on Bokuto and I’m not, I feel like Bokuto would also be such a fun roommate. There are some nights where you two will dance around together in your pajamas and camp out on the couch together and those are the moments where you’re thankful he’s your roommate

But he snores so loud I’M SORRY I HAD TO SAY IT 

[thenickelportrust]

Sorry if you are not accepting 'what if' scenarios or the like, but what would each RO's reaction be to the MC doing the 'quick, kiss me!' thing for a distraction? Especially if they aren't in an established relationship yet because the trope-y-er the better

Hey nothing to apologize for! I’m slow but I like to answer these when I can! They’re fun for everyone! Finley: It’s only a half second pause as their gaze flickers over your shoulder, seeing what you need to hide from. Then they take your cheek, tilting your chin up with the side of their palm as their lips find... not your lips, but the edge of your cheek. Almost tantalizingly close to a real kiss. Close enough that, by any outside perspective it would look like a full kiss. Once the object of your worry is gone, Finley pulls back, just a bit, their face still close enough that you’re sire they could feel the heat that had rushed to your cheeks as their gaze watches the other leave, making sure both of you were in the safe zone. Then, and only then do they pull back, a brow quirked your way, “Are you okay?”

Raf: You’re not sure his face could get a brighter red, and you’re also not sure he’s actually going to move. You can practically see the gears spinning in his head as he tries to catch up with what you’ve asked of him. “I... uh... o-okay...?” But he still doesn’t move. Still, with his confirmation, you reach over and take his head in your hands, placing your lips to his. You can feel him stiffen, a jolt of surprise running through him, before relaxing against you. Much like before, it would have to be you that would make the first move to pull away.

Jacob: “Kiss you?” He repeats, his mouth open slightly in shock. “Don’t question it just--” You look behind yourself, and he follows your gaze, slowly putting two and two together.  There are hands on your shoulders, pulling you in as Jacob wraps you up in a tight embrace. Which wasn’t... what you asked for. Still, you can feel his cheek against yours as he lifts his head to whisper in your ear, and his skin is hot to the touch. “S-sorry. Didn’t feel right kissing you, y’know, for that, uh, deception?” There was a slight stammer to the edge of his voice, but his hands are secure around you, “But d-don’t worry. I promise I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

Lucy: That was... direct. But Lucy only laughs, her head cocked and her hands on her hips. “I mean, I would prefer a date first, y’know? Then, depending on how that goes, maybe I might give you a kiss or two.” You can feel your face flush, but now isn’t the time. “Lucy-- please,”  In fact, you were running out of that very thing. Time. Another laugh, and her hand finds your waist to pull you forward, no hesitation in her kiss, which is as bold and warm as the woman herself. When she pulls away, she gives you a wink, “A bit out of order, but I guess this just means we’ll schedule the date for later?”

Yolanda: Yolanda waits for a moment as she stares at you, and you’re worried that she might reject you. Which is quickly assuaged as your lips are captured, suddenly, by hers. You find your eyes closing, and for a moment you’re so wrapped up in it that you forget why you had asked her for the kiss to begin with. You’re almost remorseful when she pulls away, lifting a thumb to brush over her lips, make sure her lipstick hadn’t smudged-- your own lips having captured some of her tint. “You’re very direct, you know,” She speaks idly, her eyes swinging away from you as she looks over the crowd, “And I can’t say I mind that.”

Eileen: As soon as the words leave your mouth is Eileen flushed a bright pink. “I-- oh-- um--” She reaches up, playing with the ends of her short hair as she rocks back on her heels, then up to her toes, fidgeting in her nerves. “U-um, well, if that’s-- if you’d like to-- then I suppose-- that would be o-oka--”  You were running out of time, so you lean down, holding gently onto the sides of her arms as you lay a kiss to her lips. Eileen blinks, but stands up on her toes to lean into your lips as well. Her eyes are closed, tightly so, and she’s still leaning towards you even when you pull away. Once her eyes finally do open, and she falls back flat on her feet, does her face go from pink to red, swallowing up each and every last freckle on her face.

Informant: You can see his brows furrow behind his glasses. He leans down, and kisses your cheek lightly, before pulling back-- the tips of his ears are red and he looks away. “... Like that?” You... you can feel your own cheek growing hot, and for a moment your mind slips from what you need to do as it focuses in on that warm spot he left behind. But you shake your head, “I-- I need you to kiss me on the lips.” From his ears to his cheeks to the bridge of his nose, that pink dusting slips over his skin. But he nods silently and leans towards you again, tilting your chin up-- pausing just a hair’s breadth away from your lips. He was waiting, letting you make the last movement, you realize. You don’t know if they’re still behind you, if you still even necessarily need to do this but... well, better safe then sorry... right?

Erin: Erin has always been the bashful type. There were many ways to ensure they were left speechless and red, many very easy ways, too. This, it seems, is one of them. But it’s been a while since you’ve seen them, and in that time they must have gotten more confident, because the Erin you know would’ve never been able to, despite their silent redness, cup your face in their hands and kiss you first. It shocks you, for a moment, because part of you expected you would’ve been the one kissing them, but the other part of you is... admittedly a little thrilled. And as you close your eyes and lean into them you can’t help but think that something about this feels like so much more than just a brief cover. But you’re too busy to dwell on that now.

Ricky: Ricky’s glare is cutting, “No.” The outright and direct rejection is even more cutting, and you’re tempted to wince against the frigid bite of his words. “Please, I just need-- I need cover, a distraction--” He turns away from you, straightening his tie. “Then find someone else, or do something else.” “Ricky I don’t have anyone else--” “That is not my problem.” He brushes past you, and you can do little else but watch him go as he ignores you and steps deeper into the crowd. You’d reach out, and tell him to stop-- to at the very least help you in some manner-- but before you can, he’s already sparked a conversation with someone else, smiling in his usual manner. The manner you know to be plastic, fake. But, you also notice, the person he’s grabbed-- you don’t know if he did this on purpose, probably not, it was probably just lucky coincidence-- but somehow he’s still managed to make a distraction for you, even if it wasn’t the one you wanted. You should feel happy, or at least relieved. So why do you feel disappointed?

V: As soon as the word ‘kiss’ has left your mouth V’s lips are on yours. The rest of your sentence is smothered behind their lips as they take you by the waist, and you feel your body dipped back ever so slightly while they kiss you. It’s certainly... a distraction, because with their theatrics you can hear more than a few shocked gasps from the crowd.  It is, perhaps, even more of a distraction then you intended, and you feel your face burn with what you tell yourself is just the embarrassment of being kissed in front of so many people. It is not an embarrassment your partner shares, As V swings you back to your feet and pulls away to kiss your cheek-- an excuse to whisper in your ear, “Is that all you wanted now, hm?” They wink as they pull back with a laugh, and your brain, now thoroughly short circuited, tries to once again catch up with what it was you meant to do with that distraction. But, you know, maybe if you take too long remembering that, you might have to ask for another. Which wouldn’t be so bad.

[wonderland-in-bloom]

riddle, ace, deuce, and malleus watching a meteor shower w/ the reader

anon asked: hi! may i request hcs for a reader who's a super nerd for everything related to space and stars (as in. they'd talk about it for literal Hours if u'd let them) dragging out their friend (who maaybe has a crush on them lol) ace, deuce, riddle and malleus to stargaze after hearing there's gonna be a meteor shower that night, perhaps from astronomy class? how would they react, would they enjoy such an activity + how would they deal with such an excitable and odd person such as the reader? tysm!! 💖

im bacccccccc from deeeeeeeed,, hey guys how are y’all doing? i think this will be the last request i’ll do before i focus my attention on the summer beach bash writing collab event held by the amazing, the lovely @nonsensical-twistedriddles​ anyways i hope you all are doing alright and enjoy these headcanons ❤️

for a better visual/image of what the meteor shower is like, refer to kimi no na wa or episode 6 of violet evergarden “somewhere, under a starry sky”

headcanons under the cut :))

riddle rosehearts

being the dorm leader of heartslabyul means that he’s always busy and he has tons of things to do, so when you first approached him he was a little hesitant 

“i....i don’t know (y/n)...” “pleaseeeeeeee”

you gave him your signature ‘cute puppy dog eyes’ and that was when he knew he couldn’t resist, so he agreed

that night he was surprised to find himself in a hill at the back of the school. you had laid out a blanket and brought a couple of pillows and a telescope just in case. a couple books about the whole meteor shower, and books about stars and space in general were sprawled across the grass as well

“ah riddle! you’re on time!” “of course. those who are late have to be taught a lesson” 

you patted the empty space next to you and he sat down beside you

“i’ve actually read about tonight’s meteor shower in one of my books. it happens once every 300 years! i’m just getting super duper excited just thinking about it! the fact that i get to see a comet that happens once in 300 years! aaaah! it’s amazing!”

personally, riddle didn’t know too much about comets or meteors or just astronomy. he just knew what he needed to learn for the subject. but seeing you being so happy and hyped about the meteor shower made him want to learn more

as you continued to ramble, riddle let out a small chuckle, causing you to focus your attention on him

“sorry, sorry. it’s just...you’re so cute rambling about these things. please tell me more.”

riddle saw a light in your eyes as they seemed to sparkle and you continued

he didn’t really understand half of the things you were saying but he enjoyed it

“and...and then it said that-” your sentence got cut off as the meteor shower started. an array of colors filled the sky as the sight before your eyes was the most beautiful thing you’ve seen

you stood up and just gazed at the whole thing in amazement, riddle followed but half of the time, he was looking at you. he was amazed at how passionate you were in this and how he wants to see you smile like this all the time

“(y/n). thank you for inviting me.” “it’s no problem, really!” “they say that when two people who are truly in love are together gazing at a meteor shower...their love for each other will be known to both and it will continue to grow.”

riddle blushed and so did you. were you saying...?

“well it’s just an old legend, though. we should head back.”

the next day in class, riddle approached you out of nowhere and handed you something. it was a crystal necklace in the shape of a star

“i really hope there’s another meteor shower soon. and i want you to come along with me.” he smiled before quickly running to his own class. 

and as the legend went, after spending time with riddle during that meteor shower, your love for each other grew and grew 

ace trappola

“haaah? a meteor shower? what’s so interesting about that?” “oh come on ace! you owe me one anyways! remember that one time-” “okay! okay! i’ll go.”

truth be told, ace really doesn’t mind doing anything and going anywhere as long as you were there. but his big ego doesn’t allow him to agree that easily. 

 you were both snuck into the astronomy classroom and went out the window to the balcony. a perfect view of the meteor shower

“what’s so cool about this meteor shower, anyways?” “a lot of things actually!” you continued to ramble on about it

ace could care less about space, stars, meteors, all that jazz, but since you were the one talking about it, he really doesn’t mind. there was one sentence which grabbed his attention though

“tonight’s meteor shower is called ‘the falling stars’” “what? so like...stars come falling from space? or is it just one big ass star?” “no! it’s called ‘the falling stars’ because they say if you make a wish while gazing at the meteors, it’ll come true.”

“what the-that’s all-” “ace! it’s starting!”

he glanced up at the sky, and truth be told, he never saw a scene as beautiful as that. it was really as if the stars from the sky were falling down. 

“it lasts only for three minutes! hurry up and make your wish!” he turned his head to face you and saw your eyes closed and face scrunched up. some wish. “alright then~”

once the meteor shower ended you giddily asked ace what his wish was

“hmm...maybe i’ll tell you someday.” “what?! why not tell me now?!” “my wish is something you should figure out on your own.”  “what?! hey! that’s not fair! ace! wait for me!”

the next day, ace was delighted to find you skipping through the hallways with a bright smile on your face

“good morning guys!” you smiled to your two best friends. “what’s with the smile, (y/n)?” deuce asked you. “nothing! just feeling happy.” “so my wish did come true.” ace whispered to himself. 

“what did you say?” “nothing. now let’s get to class.” “ow! ace that hurt!” “it was just a playful slap, you big baby.” 

now what was ace’s wish, you may ask?

i wish for (y/n) to always be happy, and to let me see her beautiful smile on her face each day

deuce spade

“what!? it’s tonight?!” “jeez you never keep your eyes open in astronomy class, do you? but yes! it’s tonight. so we should go together, okay?” 

you and deuce were known to be the chaotic, nerd-like duo over these things. you were much more invested than deuce however, but he just likes to listen to you talk about it. 

he helped you up the roof of the ramshackle dorm where you both could get a good view of the sky

truth be told, you were trembling a bit. heights weren’t your thing and now here you were sitting on top of a roof which could’ve collapsed any second. 

you clung onto deuce’s arm, causing him to blush slightly but he assured you that you both were going to be fine

the sky changed from a dull dark blue to a bright, glowing purple and light blue, and you both knew that the meteor shower started

“it’s...beautiful.” the both of you whispered in amazement. you and deuce just stayed up talking about astronomy and how the both of you got interested in it as the meteor shower continued.

“you know something about this meteor shower?” deuce shook his head. “...no? what?”

“it says that you’re granted good luck if you’re under the sky of this meteor shower.” “that means everyone in night raven college gets good luck huh?”

“i don’t know. it’s not specific! they didn’t even say how long the luck lasts or...yeah. it’s just not specific. it’s just an old saying anyways.” you and deuce laughed. 

you both felt something slip under your feet. “uh oh.” it was a roof tile. 

this caused you both to slide from your position and started tumbling down the roof. 

“deuce! do something! summon something soft so we don’t fall!” “u-uhhh, okay!” 

it was his and your safety in his hands so he prayed that he was able to come up with something appropriate 

“i summon...a big fluffy pillow!” you and deuce managed to fall off the roof without any harm and landed on the pillow, slightly bouncing even

you both laughed in relief as the both of you were okay. “hey, you managed to summon something good!” “well..maybe it’s the good luck from the meteor shower.”

“and you know, i’m feeling pretty lucky. so...i can do this.” he leaned in and pecked your cheek. your cheeks instantly burned up as you buried your face in your arms. 

“deuce you idiot! you should consider being lucky that i don’t slap the heck out of you!” he just laughed at your cute behavior and attacked you with a big hug

you two ended up accidentally falling asleep on that big, fluffy pillow and you both woke up to find yourselves in each other’s arms 

malleus draconia

“(y/n).” he called out to you. “yes?” “i heard there’s going to be a meteor shower tonight.” 

“ah! yeah...about that. i was thinking...if you would want to come see it with me?” you fiddled with your fingers. “me? i’m...invited?” “yes! i wouldn’t want to invite anyone else in the whole world.”

malleus felt delighted and was just looking forward to that night. he didn’t really matter what else happened during the day. 

“but i don’t really know where we can watch it from. the other students are planning on watching it too...” “we can see it from the diasomnia observatory.” “WAIT, YOU HAVE THAT?!” you shrieked a little too loudly

“i mean....if you don’t mind.” “of course. it’s alright.”

you were shocked to find yourself in a neat and organized observatory. bookshelves surrounded the whole room and a big telescope was in the middle of it. “this is amazing...”

“you could always come here if you want.” “WHAT?! WAIT, REALLY?” you beamed as you followed malleus. “i know your love for space, (y/n).”

you mentally slapped yourself, was it always that obvious? am i just too loud about it? ugh damn it. 

“you shouldn’t worry about it. it’s fascinating to learn all about it.” you were always there for malleus when he was in depth into talking about gargoyles and you treated him with the utmost respect. you also joined in the conversation and actually asked him a few things. he wanted to do the same for you. 

“i was the one who invited you, yet here you are doing everything.” “i don’t mind...” if i can spend time with you, i’d do anything. 

“malleus, look!” you pointed at a golden glow coming from the sky. it was starting. 

you two stood in silence for a while, enjoying the view of the night sky and each other’s presence

“you know...i’ve seen this meteor once. when i was a child.” “really?” you scooted closer to him. “sadly, back then, i didn’t have anyone to enjoy it with. i didn’t have anyone who is as passionate talking about it as much as you. and now, i’m glad you’re by my side, (y/n).” 

“and i’ll continue to be by your side! i promise, we’re going to see as many meteor shower as possible! we’ll go stargazing, go chase clouds, everything! and--ah sorry. am i rambling too much?” 

malleus took your hand in his and placed a gentle kiss atop it. “hearing  you talk about these things makes me happy, (y/n). and i’m glad you’re by my side. i promise we’ll do all these things together. i’d do anything with you, as long as we’re together.” “thank you.” you smiled back (trying your best not to lose your composure)

and you both spent the whole night in the balcony, hand in hand, with your head resting on him as you watched the stars in the night sky and as the sky turned from a dark blue to a bright blue

just like the way you both wanted it to be 

and now i wanna go stargazing uuuugggghhhhh or watch kimi no na wa/violet evergarden again efjwoejfowe. FAIRY GALA EVENT TOMORROW!!!! the best of luck to everyone who’s scouting !!!

love, a♕

[arminiloveyou]

hiii i’m so excited i love matchups :)

can i get romantic and both aot and jjk men pls!! i hope this is an okay amount of information haha

i’m pretty short and i have short brown hair and hazel eyes. some of my fav things are reading/writing, going to the gym and getting coffee. i also like painting once in a while and listening to music <3 my fav animals are cats hehe. i’m super organized and clean, like it’s honestly both my best and worst trait bc i am constantly planning and making lists to an excessive amount. im pretty quiet and have a dry sense of humor but i’m more talkative when i’m around my friends i just like having alone time :) i’m also a gemini sun virgo moon istj 6w5 if ur into typology/astrology lol

hiii yes it is!! i hope you enjoy your matchup!!

for jujutsu kaisen i match you with…

inumaki toge n fushiguro megumi

originally, i picked toge but, i could see you n megumi gelling well as well. toge was picked simply cause i can see him really enjoying being around someone enjoying the “simple” pleasures of life. to someone else the daily tasks yall do in each other’s company may seem boring or unfulfilling but to toge his heart is literally expanding when he’s around you. he couldn’t be happier. he texts you random shit sometimes just in case he forgets to bring it up later “baby. when we r older we will get a cat!! our cat!! i’m going to take a nap now::DDD dream of u n our cat!!” . megumi came into my mind cause i think he really needs a calm s/o. also, i think you having dry humor would suit him super well. like you’d like “oh maybe that went over his head” or “damn, i might’ve seemed like a dick there” but his face is adorned by a bashful smile whenever he hears you. he himself can’t even fully comprehend just how much your humor aligning means to him - it brings him a warmth he’s never felt before. he can let him guard down with you. also!! he loves to lay in bed n the pair of you read your respective books (whenever you read in bed with toge, on the other hand, he just curls into a ball on your lap which is very cute as well heehee). megumi tends to get distracted by glancing over at you… which turns into a look, then a stare, n then you notice… “ah.. sorry, i just love lookin at you… concentrating… it makes me consider how you hold so much in your mind… sorry…i love you” he blushes soooo much. that’s how he ended up telling you he loves you for the first time n he beats himself up for letting it out so “lamely”

for attack on titan i match you with…

armin arlert

pretty boy armin strikes again. he’s just the best boy. you two have soooo many shared interests - library dates with coffee!! if you invite him to go on a run or to the gym with you he’ll freak outttt deciding what to wear (you make him nervous🥺) but will be so honored that you’re allowing him to accompany you in a big part of you life!! “go to the gym with you!! are you sure? 🥺🥺🥺🥺i mean i will i want to!! it’s just i don’t wanna slow you down or anything!!” he’d be soooo extremely excited if you ever asked him to read your work!! “omg your writing?? babe i’ve always wanted to read it but i didn’t wanna invade on your personal space/craft or make you uncomfy🥺i’ll read anything you show me - whether it’s a sentence or eleven million pages🥹💌🫂i bet it’s amazing!!”

[evilzoldyck]

Inked Skin

“Ah that feels so nice, babe.” Rich baritone groans from below vibrated beneath you. You hummed as you worked on Uvogin’s tense muscles, straddling his form from the back as he laid on his front, smiling contently at his sweet girl rubbing his knots. Though the previous mission he was assigned to was more than manageable, the unprecedented amount of time he was crammed in a small space for travel was quite burdensome. 

Of course you didn’t need to know the full details behind the meaning of his business trip, or his infamous affiliation, or a myriad of bodies he’s killed with his bare hands. Uvogin’s actually quite invested in you and so he’s got to keep you in the dark if he wants you to stay, if anything sets you off running he won’t hesitate to utilise a more drastic measure to make sure you can’t ever leave him. 

Running your soft fingers across the great expanse of his back, you were ultimately mesmerised by every curvature formed by his muscles and continued to rub the areas where he reacted the most. You always wondered how your bear of a boyfriend got so big and how he maintained his physique so well, though you weren’t complaining at all not when you felt so good every time he embraced you with those tree trunk arms on most nights you were with him. 

Reaching over to grab a copious amount of lotion, you traversed your massages lower and mindlessly traced the large tattoo that covered the lower portion of his back that stretched to his sides. Uvogin couldn’t help but feel apprehensive when your touches and attention turned to his tattoo.

Turning his head to look at your dazed stare he spoke up, “something on your mind?” He was relieved when you shook your head softly in return and merely returned to the giant spider. 

“Does it mean anything? I didn’t take you for an arachnid enthusiast,” you softly laughed and raised your gaze back to him. 

“Spiders are just cool, and you could say that eleven is a lucky number.” He replied, trying to appear nonchalant and hope that you leave it alone for now. To his displeasure you continued to lightly touch his inked skin. 

“Did it hurt?” You asked innocently. 

Uvogin couldn’t believe the naive questions slipped from your lips sometimes, maybe if you knew the full extent of his power and strength you might not treat him so well. In your defence though, it was quite a huge tattoo. 

He gave out a lighthearted chuckle before turning around on his back to face you. “No, but I got this painful ache in my muscle I need you to relieve.” 

“Which one?” You tried your best to conceal your flustering self with a cool facade from his predatory gaze. Looking everywhere but his face, Uvogin smirked and guided one of your hand to his crotch. 

“The biggest one.” 

That earned him a playful slap to his chest as he laughed mirthfully at your composure slowly falling apart from his poor advances. Truth be told, you missed him desperately when he was away for one of his work, and so as you let your hands tug down softly at his briefs, you’ll let it slide just this one time.

Uvogin watched from the front as he hissed a gasp once you enveloped his cock with both of your cool and slick hands from the lotion. Without a word, you began to stroke him gently whilst looking up from your lashes to watch his reactions. Uvogin hummed out in content at your actions, you took that as an encouragement to back up slightly and brings your lips to his dick.

You held one hand on his hip and the other on the base of his member, you tried tiny licks around the head and you could tell your effects on him as he hitched his breath at your actions. When you were finally ready to take his head, you swallowed his tip and licked his slit that was slightly leaking out salty fluid as he groaned unabashed, letting his head fall backwards. 

“That’s feels so good baby- ahh keep going.” You hummed as he guided your mouth deeper with his hand on your head lightly bunching up your hair. You weren’t sure if you could swallow anymore though, his dick was honestly so big that the way you could take him all the way in was through another entrance. 

When his head reached the back of your throat, you did everything in your power not to choke. Instead you worked tirelessly with both of your hands now rubbing the parts of the base where you couldn't reach. With tears blurring your vision, Uvogin pulled you up from his cock with one hand and rubbed your cheeks affectionately before kissing your soft lips.

“Uvo,” you sighed in between his passionate kisses as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You felt yourself falling gently on your back on the soft mattress as he readjusted the position, and once you opened your eyes, Uvogin was all you could see. 

“You’re so pretty,” he absentmindedly commented. Feeling his calloused hands haphazardly ripping off your your flimsy shirt and quickly tugging down your shorts and panties from your body, you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed at his intense gaze from up above. 

“Uvo,” you called out faintly, thankfully it was enough for him to snap out of his daze as he returned back to your lips with your hands buried in his thick hair. His frenzied kisses soon began to lower down your neck, making you cry out as he suddenly bit lightly in a particularly sensitive area. 

You felt one of his hands to your hips, propping them up just a bit to meet his member. Gasping when he pressed his head to your wet cunt, Uvogin smirked as he continued to fondle and suck on your tits. 

“U-Uvo,” you moaned out weakly when his teasing became too much. “Uvo,” you called out again desperately when he didn’t listen while lightly hitting his broad shoulder, nearing tears this time. In the meantime he seemed to enjoy himself as you writhe and moaned from beneath him.

“I’m not a mind reader, Princess. What do you want?” He asked, feigning sincerity as you glared up at him trying to come off as intimidating but with your lips swollen, cheeks hot and eyes glassy it must’ve been a pathetic attempt. 

He let out a low chuckle before wrapping your legs around his waist and pressed harder against you. Gasping at his ministration, he merely cocked his brow up and leaned closer to your face. “Come on, help me out here.” He encouraged.

Biting your lip, you turned your head to the side as to not meet his smug face. Sighing, you relinquished as you realised he wasn’t going to please either of you once you let him hear what he wants. 

“I want your cock.” Your bashful weak voice declared.

“My cock.” Uvogin parroted, as if he didn’t quite get the meaning behind your request. Had you not been in such compromising position you would have stormed out of the room in frustration, but for now you threw your pride away for the sake of it, knowing he could draw this out for even longer.

“Yes, your cock! I want it inside me.” You begged as he smiled triumphantly. Without a moment to waste, Uvogin slid inside you with ease, though because of his size, he didn’t entirely bottom out just yet as he wanted to accommodate his size for the sake of your comfort. Nevertheless, the action left you breathless as you curled your back, gripping the thin sheets as if they were your very own lifeline. 

Uvogin moaned out, feeling the familiar tight squeeze around his cock, on his life he swears he’ll never get over just how soft and warm you are around him. “F-fuck,” he breathed out as you moaned blissfully at the stretch. 

He brought both of your hands together above you with one hand as he squeezed and took a hold of your hip. Gently pacing himself back and forth, dragging your walls with his every movement, you writhed and moaned out more making him hid a ghost of a smile, you were always a noisy girl for him.

Once he’s finally bottomed out, he groaned aloud as you held onto his hand, most likely leaving marks afterwards but to him it merely felt like a kitten scratch. 

“God babe, you’re so fucking tight,” he moaned out, thrusting more harder now. You felt yourself bouncing along with his thrusts as he looked down with half-lidded eyes, appreciating the view from above with your hair pooled around you, mouth slightly agape with such a lustful debauched face you wore, looking like a fucking angel all pretty and pliant around his cock. 

“Uvogin,” whimpering our through his thrusts, you begged him through your eyes. “More.” You couldn’t rely on yourself to string our comprehensive sentences but you hope he wouldn’t tease you anymore as you were nearing the end of having any vestige of patience within you.

He sighed out your name, bringing out the beast in him he worked hard to suppress and held back whenever it came to you. “Fuck you drive me so crazy.” Suddenly his thrusts were deeper than ever before making you cry out in response. Uvogin returned his lips on top of yours, releasing your hands so you could hold onto him instead.

Playing with your lips as he slipped his tongue in your mouth, feeling your soft tiny muscle shyly reciprocating his intrusion. You buried your fingers and tugged on his hair as you pulled away every once in a while to catch your breath, but he would never allow you to separate for too long. 

It was when his head brushed your cervix, you whined aloud, breaking the kiss as he wolfishly smiled. “You feel that?” He thrusts again and you whimpered and nodded quickly with toes curled and back arched. “Does it feel good?” He asked as his thrusts became more needy and desperate. 

“Yes,” you moaned out, eyes rolling back as he chuckled at your shameless state. It was too much, you could feel your end nearing soon and you could tell he wasn’t far from behind too. 

Uvogin held your writhing body in place, making the stimulation all the more overwhelming and unbearable. “Please Uvo,” you sobbed out as he continued to thrust wildly in you. 

“Take it, Princess.” He groaned, grilling on your hips which will surely leave bruises for the next week to come. “Take it.” He grunted harshly as he continued to thrust, your breasts moving in unison with his pace. 

You squeeze him and feel yourself getting nearer to release. His groans and your moans entwined together in your small apartment , seemingly away from the rest of the world and into you own private domain where only the two of you existed.

True to your word, you squeezed tightly around him and with a call of his name you felt yourself fall into euphoria as a wave of orgasm came crashing through. Sobbing, he relentlessly kept up with his thrusts, overstimulating your body beyond what you were used to. Silently begging him to finish, you now couldn’t care less if he came on or inside you. 

In the meantime your orgasm exacerbated his pace as you tightened so deliciously around him. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He growled as you felt his vibrations from his chest. His rough pace became frantic and desperate as he suddenly gasped and groaned, letting his head loll forward into the crook of your neck in utter pleasure. Warmth coated your inner walls as you felt himself spill thick cum into your cunt.

Dazed in bliss, he gave you a sweet kiss as he lazily pumped his cock inside you before pulling out, leaving a small amount of white to trail after him and spill down from your pussy. 

“You okay?” For the first time he asked a genuine question as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and lightly rubbed your tear stained cheeks. 

“Yeah,” you replied, voice small and lost due to the amount of screaming from your previous activity. Uvogin dragged your tired form close next to him as he laid next to your side. You let yourself relax with your head on his chest, feeling the rhythmic beats of his heart lulling you into further unconsciousness. 

Peacefully, you succumbed to sleep with Uvogin’s tattoo being the last thing you had in your mind.