#I forgot I wanted to put like feathers around him like he just had his wings ripped out but I forgor

[anicehomicidaltree]

What’s this? New Priest au angst?? In the year 2024???

[sweet1delusi0ns]

Naruto boys random headcanons──☆*:・ﾟ

Sfw

Characters: Naruto🦊,sasuke🗡️,Itachi🥀, kakashi🍃, kiba🐺, shikamaru🀄️,shino🪲,neji🎋,Lee🥋,choji🍥,gaara⏳,kankuro🪆

Naruto🦊-*

Hes lazy at home. Not because he’s tired he just wants you to take care of him, but when you call him a baby for all these requests he gets mad “I AM NOT A BABY! I AM A GROWN MAN! NOW SPOON FEED ME!”

He tries to prank you but fails, your too smart to fall for it. He always tries to trip you in public while walking and every time he is the one on the floor and your the one laughing some how-

He likes the idea of drawing and being an artist he just can’t draw. He can only draw stick people with different hair, one time he tried to draw you, gave up and instead gave you a picture of a stick person with your hair. It’s now on the fridge LOL

He tries to act cool around his friend with you but just makes a fool of himself. “Yeah this my bae so what?” “Yeah I’m his bae and he’s my baby, my big, soft, smiley baby!” His soul is now crushed and his friends all laughing

He sleeps like a ANIMAL. he full on can’t sleep normally, You both go to bed the same time, one of you is always gunna wake up on the floor, mostly you. Then he wakes up like “why you on the floor?”

Sasuke🗡️-*

He may seem cool but he gets very flustered. He doesn’t cover his face though he just closes his eyes so he doesn’t get more flustered and so he can ignore the fact that he is red

He CANT Dance, don’t EVER take him dancing. It’s not because he’s bad at dancing he just never learn. If there is music he will bop his head to the beat though, if you try to get him to dance he will freak out and freeze. He just doesn’t like it ok!

His waist is weirdly sensitive, you could barely touch his waist and he will start giggling. He isn’t ticklish anywhere else but if you take a feather to his waist he will start LAUGHING

He will kick your feet when he wants attention. If you guys are out to dinner with friends he will kick you under the table to get your attention, he thinks it’s funny until you fight back and stomp on his foot. He made you kiss his pain away at home, atleast he got attention LOL

He forgets the silliest things one time he forgot how to tie a knot so anything he needs to tie like his clothes or shoes you had to do for him. You don’t know if he actually forgot or if he just wanted to be babied-

Itachi🥀-*

He can’t handle heatwaves. If it’s over 90 degrees he’s gone for. One time you woke up on a heat wave morning waiting for him to wake up and walk out but he never did, you went to find him and he was in bed, sprawled out, shirt and covers off soaked in sweat. You had to rub ice on him to get him conscious -

Unlike naruto, he likes drawing and can ACTUALLY DRAW, although he can only draw plants but he doesn’t mind he likes plants! He will draw you flowers instead of buying you some which is like equally as cute~

He has very sensitive eyes. Like how he can’t handle heat he cant handle the sun either. If it isn’t cloudy he will have to squint to keep his eyes from hurting. When you told him to wear sun glasses he said “I still want to see you clearly though love…”

He’s not a big fan of skin care but he likes those face roller things. He bought one just so you could use it on him, he likes that it’s cold but also massaging!

He sneezes like a girl- he has the cutest, most petite sneeze you’ve ever heard out of a man which is cute and very funny. He doesn’t even realize it either “a-choo!” “That was crazy out of character” “huh?”

Kakashi🍃-*

He’s allergic to cats, he likes cats sure but he never hangs around them because he’s allergic. You didn’t know that and one day you brought a stray inside and he instantly turned puffy (poor thing)

Once he gets home and discards the mask he puts lip tint on. He has pink lips for that reason. When he first puts it on he will find you and kiss you just to leave a mark before waiting 10 minutes then whipping it off

He needs reading glasses but never uses them, then complains to you when he gets a headache as if you didn’t tell him to put them on

He takes a lot of baths. If he showers it bound to end up a bath. And he doesn’t care if your using the bathroom if he wants a bath he’s gunna make a god Danm bath. One time You were just washing your face and he busted in the door and ran to the bathtub, You washed your face as fast as you could-

He is EXTREMELY tired when he first wakes up, he doesn’t move for like 20 minutes so if he needs to get up and do stuff your gunna have to make him, like actually you’ll have the carry him out of bed.

Kiba🐺-*

He bites his nails from stress so you have made it a habit to smack his hand away when he does. It worked since all you have to do is tap him softly and he will stop. He’s so glad you help him get over bad habits

He decorated akamarus ears when he’s bored, one time you walk in on him giggling like a little girl and akamarus ears were pulled together in a little ponytail! You joined in on the fun🤞

He comes back from a casual walk along a complete mess, you have no idea how but one day he came back with half a bush stuck on his leg. He always cleans up though!

He sometimes transforms akamaru into himself to prank his friends or you, mostly you. One time akamaru came up to you as Kiba and started licking your face “EW OH MY GOD?!” “AUUFF AUF!” “KIBA YOUR NOT FUNNY”

He always has tan cheeks and nose. Compared to the rest of his face, his cheeks are cute and golden!

Shikamaru🀄️-*

He lets you win at intelligents based games to make you feel better. Except one time he actually tried and lost. He’s convinced you cheated

His hair is straight but gets very frizzy if not cared for. (You care for it since he’s lazyy)

He draws on himself when bored, mostly just trippy designs like swirls and stuff. Will also let you draw on him, only if your good tho he doesn’t want “bad drawing” on him😔

He has a box FULL of hair ties and will notice if you take one. “This one you literally stole from me?” “Don’t care put it back!!!”

He gets Freezingly cold at night, like really really cold. When he snuggles up to you to warm up you could feel how cold he really is and you don’t understand how since you are both under covers-

Shino🪲-*

He keeps bugs in the house so they can watch over anything, they are basically his security cameras-

His hair is so cute and wavy! Also gets very frizzy because of the texture like Shika. He also makes you take care of it, he just really likes you touching his hair

He gives you bugs as gifts, not like freaky beetles but cute little bugs like lady bugs or fuzzy green caterpillars. You find it cute that he gives you things that mean so much to him

He shockingly has a sensitive neck, only to you though. Bugs can crawl all over it and he doesn’t move but if you try to kiss it he gets chills. Also shockingly he has really soft skin idk maybe he sheds skin (IM JOKING)

When he gets home and can finally undress he lets you take his glasses off since you love his eyes and he loves that you love them. He gets insecure about it sometimes!

Neji🎋-*

He speak really highly and intelligently but he’s honestly a little dumb sometimes, or maybe he’s just dumb with you to be silly we don’t know

The only jewelry he really wears is an ankle bracelet you got him

He loves hair charms, he likes decorating his hair! He likes putting clips and braids in it, sometimes even put color streaks in it if he wants to be festive

He really likes pottery and making things out of clay, he’s very creative and he finds clay the perfect outlet. He even makes pots for you!

He has a flower garden that NO ONE is allowed in. He treats them like they’re his baby’s, because they are! He’s favorite plant he has is his cactuses.

Lee🥋-*

He’s extremely energetic and powerful yet he has asthma, he denies it. But if it’s really hot outside he runs out of breath REALLY fast which makes you worry

He’s scared of spiders you kill the spiders for him or he runs! If you trap a spider and chase him with it he will almost start crying (he will start crying) he’s ashamed to admit spiders are his weakness

He wears mascara, he gotta make them lashes voluminous yk. He stole his mascara from tenten too. You made him give it back to her and bought him his own

It’s pretty obvious but he is FLEXIBLE! Backbend, splits anything he can do. You thought he broke his spine onces-

He’s not much of a plant guy but he has the TINIEST succulent in your room that he cares for, every other plant he has had died but not that one~

Choji🍥-*

He loves finger painting and is actually really good at it, you’d think it was made by a professional and an actual paint brush but no it was Choji and his finger paint😭

His hair is so thick most hair ties he uses break. He has to use hair needles instead because it’s the only thing that holds if he wants his hair up for a while

He thinks pillow fights are actually entertaining he could have a pillow fight with you all day and never get bored. He goes crazy if he’s over at someone’s house and they suggest pillow fights!

He loves bath bombs!!! He basically died when you run him a bath and put bath bombs in it, his favorite scent it lavender. Even if you didn’t add a bath bomb he loves when you make him baths he thinks its adorable

He paints your cheeks like his in your sleep, that’s his idea of a prank even though it’s basically him just being a cutie “look now your like me y/n!!”

Gaara⏳-*

He turns the black rings around his eyes to cat eyes sometimes. He looks ADORABLE with cat eyes. He sometimes even uses eye shadow too, if he can’t change it he thought might as well make it look cutee

He’s scared of mosquitos, he just doesn’t like bugs that can fly and go after human blood it freaks him out

He wears one of those scent bracelets and puts your signature scent in it so he always smells like you~

He gifts you plants all the time

He collect the silliest things, there are these cute little cat charms at a near by store and he’s working on collecting them all!

Kankuro🪆-*

Shockingly he really likes reading. He likes fiction books the most, he asks you for suggestions

He asks you what new make up design he should try, sometimes he just gives you the brush and lets you go wild. But you always make him look cute~

He fidgets with the ears on his hat when he’s bored. It rubbed off on you so now if he’s around you with his hat on you start messing with them-

He steals your clothes and hides them so you have no choice but to ask to use his for the day. After the day is over he comes up to you smiling and hands you your missing clothes “found em!” “By found em do you mean took them out of the hiding spot?” “Yeah-”

He paints his nails either black, pink or purple. He also lets you paint them, it honestly just ends up a mess. He would totally whip nail polishes on your nose~

[sweetnans]

Stuck in the moment || Bakugo, K. (pt.6)

Pairing: fuckboy Bakugo/hopelessly romantic fem. reader

summary: You made a mistake, a huge mistake. You fucked the most cocky, annoying, bastard, fuckboy you knew. Bakugo Katsuki. And that fact was against all your beliefs. Now, after the rumor (truth) spread like a pandemic virus in college you'll have to live with the stormy consequences of your acts and whatever trash was brought with it.

a/c: Hey, it's me again. Here we are in a new series I plan to continue. I really hope you enjoy it. I put my favorite man in action (bakugo) being a selfish bastard that you would love eventually and I couldn't help to put another "trope" I'm a sucker for (guardian/father figure Aizawa) I'm so sorry if that bothers you. Once again, I'm sorry if I misspelled something, English is not my first language. (Not proofread yet)

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 -> Pt.7 ♡

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Bakugo was kinda fun to be around with. He actually made you laugh and not because of his faces every time you blurted the most unhinged question for him. He made you laugh verbally, with his own words, and the sentence wasn't one full of hate and despise. He was, without wanting it, fun.

For you, it fell like a truce, and the thought of being friends with him didn't scare you anymore. The second thoughts and plans of getting rid of him just by ignoring him disappeared along with the security that he was going to try something with you. He didn't.

You felt lightweight. Like a feather being carried with the breeze. Or that was Denki told you when you tried to verbalize what you felt. There was no weight on your shoulders anymore trying to dodge every bullet Bakugo threw at you just by being himself. You were walking on eggshells, and now it felt amazing that you weren't feeling distraught by just thinking of bumping into him in the hallways.

Somehow, that relieved your anxiety of having an upcoming date with Todoroki. You were planning on what to wear very calmly with Jirou's help and fantasizing how it would be.

You've made your peace.

Back in your real life, outside the mess of your head, you had to complete your homework and study for midterms. So you were genuinely happy that you could accomplish that without feeling so rachet about yourself.

"Is college more difficult than school?" Eri asked while you two were both doing your school/college chores in Aizawa's apartment.

"I don't know. I think you have to find a steady pace and find a good method to study, and everything should be fine. " You hummed your response, and she squinted at you. "What?"

"But you're like a genius, that doesn't count"

Eri had entered the age where she hated school. The rebellious phase for every teenager. She was still a cute girl who didn't give Aizawa any problem, but that didn't mean that it was easy trying to get her to do her homework.

"Well, you have brains too," you shrugged. "I know you don't like to do this stuff but at least we can spend some time together, like old times"

You loved her with your entire soul, and she welcomed you with open arms when Aizawa introduced you two. You both treated each other like sisters.

"Yeah, I think you're right." She smiled and directed her eyes to her assigment. "You've been kinda missing lately"

"It's been messy, not going to lie about it," you continued your writing while she was fidgeting with her pen.

"A boy, right?" She raised her eyebrow and smirked.

"What?" You dropped your pencil and looked at her nervously. You knew that Eri was very prone to hearing things without meaning it, and that was because Aizawa and Hizashi usually forgot that she's around when they speak things about college.

"I heard Aizawa talking to...I can't remember actually who, but he said something about a guy named Bakugo. I think I remember him, a loudly blonde guy with a grumpy face"

The thing about you two is that you always shared secrets. She constantly overheard things and never stuttered on telling or asking you whatever the topic was.

You constantly forgot how she was there before you. Like you were the older and you acted like an older sister for her but it was really weird that she, when she was little, used to be around them most of the time. You knew the war provoked that the grown-ups had to take their time to fix the world, so they asked students to babysit her. Mirio, one of the oldest, always stayed around. Even now, he made sure to have time to take her out. They went to amusement parks together, to the movies, to the arcade. Mirio had a busy life as a hero but never forgot his roots.

"Uhm, I don't know exactly what you heard, but it's just a friendship, nothing romantic, I swear." You were afraid that she had heard something about the one night stand you had with him, but you knew that even if Aizawa was oblivious about Eri eavesdropping, he would never share that piece of information with anyone.

"I don't mind. Your last boyfriend was a jackass so the set bar is pretty low." She said, waving her hand mindlessly.

With the teen years and rebellious age, as you can tell, she became savage.

"Accurately rude," you stated. "Anyways, just so you know and because I love you, I'm having a date this friday with the son of Endeavor"

The way she looked at you like you were joking made you cackle. You nodded, reaffirming your sentence, and she denied not believing you.

"The guy with the mismatched eyes?" You moved your head up and down, and she put both of her hands in her mouth. "He is cute"

"I know!" You giggled while she quickly closed her books.

"I need to know everything"

Aizawa scolded both of you for not finishing your chores before dinner but it was totally worth it.

...

On the other hand, Bakugo was still reminiscing the moment you appeared in his room the day before. His bento, clean and empty, was forgotten in his desk while he could still pictured you spinning in his chair.

The moment he watched you disappear, running after Todoroki was a decisive point in his mind. He only knew two emotions when it came to you, utterly giddy feelings that he didn't know he had, and that made him feel in constant denial and the second one, rage. Those feelings evolved in things more complicated. Rage evolved in stubbornness, prideful and insecurity. Why wasn't he good enough?

But then, you turned the things in your favor again, and he felt, aside from happy, vulnerable. Was that the only thing it took to have him back? A few 'I'm sorry' and a bag of cookies? If it was anyone, he would close the door at their nose, but it was you, and he couldn't help feeling the sincerity in your actions.

"What do you think about her?" Bakugo asked Denki, who was very busy trying to win a race in Mario Kart against Sero.

They were hanging in his room. After all, it was the only place available for stuff them all without annoying anyone. Sero and Denki were challenging themselves on Mario Kart, Kirishima was reading a sports magazine, and Mina was painting her nails.

"She is my best friend. I mean, aside from Jirou, " he answered, calculating a drift and avoiding a banana peel.

"Isn't she your girlfriend?" Sero chimed in, stumbling in the banana peel that Denki avoided before. "Oh man," he whined, seeing how toad twirled many times.

Mina started talking about you, how you seemed very nice but a little shy and how she was pretending to invite you for a drink or five. Bakugo's friend knew how he was, so he didn't mind asking about you with all of them there.

"Yep, but she's also my best friend. Anyway, forget about Jirou. " he turned the conversation about you again. "She's a very good friend, loyal. She's very attached to her past, but I don't blame her. She stays in between Jirou and me, like she's goofy funny and likes to throw silly jokes, but unlike me, she can ground herself very quickly, she doesn't need a Jirou to stay put. She's always supportive, and I'm really happy to have her"

Denki meant every word he said. He was very fond of you because you were so easy to be with. You didn't judge him for his lack of intellectual (academically) it was actually the opposite. Every time he felt down, you were the first one cheering him up and highlighting some other qualities he had.

"That's very manly bro" Kirishima threw both of his thumbs up with a big smile plastered on his face, completely forgetting he had a magazine on his hands.

"I really hope that you talk about me like that too, bunch of assholes!" Mina mumbled.

"Nah, we mostly talk about your lack of reasoning when you decide to wear animal print. That's so last decade!" Sero joked.

"You son of a bitch!" Mina yelled throwing him a pillow who ended up being one of the many reasons he lost in the race. "Haha, you deserved that loser." She stuck her tongue out, and Sero mimicked her.

"Please don't tear up my fucking room" Bakugo scolded them and they returned to their activities.

"Also, about Mina saying she's shy, she's not... she's chaotic in a way that no one expects her to be. You always see her so composed, but she's an entire other person once she's in his comfort zone. " Denki laughed at a memory that came back to his mind from one of the nights you two went out.

The last sentence of Denki had him motivated. He didn't need an excuse when it came to you, but he was eager and stubborn, and he needed to see with his own eyes that hidden part of you.

He knew exactly what he had to do.

...

You made your way back to your room when the sun was far from down. Eri and you turned the study session into a pancake dinner day. Save to say that Aizawa's white roof would never be white again unless he put all his soul to clean the stains of the batter away.

Rubbing your eyes because of the lack of sleep, you entered your building and walking like a zombie to your floor. You were happy to be alone. Jirou sent you a message that she would be staying at Denki's room for the night and you could never be happier. You were tired in a way that was draining your soul. Midterms were coming like a wave ready to crash adding the past event in your life that wreck the normality of it. But now, you had studied all the afternoon, you sure would have a good night of sleep and the Bakugo topic was more than solved.

Everything was making sense again. Oh and don't forget your upcoming date.

You let yourself breathe again and expand the capacity of your lungs like you were inhaling oxygen for the first time. It felt actually nice, it was like rebooting yourself just by doing so mundane like breathing.

"About time"

Nevermind.

Bakugo stood beside your room door looking hot as ever. He was wearing a black hoodie with his cap on, a matching jogger in his lower part.

"What are you doing here?" you whispered. It was late and there wasn't a soul around.

"I was running and decided to check on you" he shrugged when you stood in front of him squinting your eyes in disbelief. "Fine, there's one lie and one truth in that sentence"

You crossed your arms on top of your chest and he couldn't help eyeing your neckline.

"The truth is that I was running" he smirked and you rolled your eyes trying to hide your smile. Damn bastard. "Are we going to talk here? on the hallway?"

Taking the keys out of your pocket you reached to put them inside the lock, turning the knob after. Switching the lights, you dropped your bag in your desk and sat in your bed exhaling and laying yourself on top of the duvet.

"Did you bring food?" you asked to say something. Your stomach was full of pancakes but the thought of his cooking had you almost drooling.

"Nah, I have a proposal for you and if you say yes maybe and just maybe I'll reward you with a dish"

A proposal? You pushed your body up ready to read him. Was he joking? Maybe it was just like when he asked you to be friends or maybe it was something worse, like breaking his promise. You knew that accepting his friendship would have its perks, like the possibility of him trying to get under your pants. You were making mental jumps because of it. You knew very well the men like him, cocky, unreachable with superiority complex.

"It's not what you think" he huffed annoyed. "I'm not going to start an argument because of your lack of trust"

If you thought that you could read him, you were wrong and the worst part is that he could do that to you instead. Were you that transparent?

"I'm listening" you said trying to maintain your face neutral.

The vibe in the room changed, there wasn't that fun and easy-going atmosphere anymore. You were expecting the most mischievous proposal but instead, you were surprised when he opened his mouth.

"My mom is hosting a party and she's making me go with a plus one. I invited everyone but they all have plans. If I show up by myself she's going to be the death of me for the entire night" he murmured loud enough for you to hear. It seemed that just by saying that he was losing at least half of his pride.

"So you want me to go with you..." you stated the obvious.

"You're my last resource, don't let the invitation get over your head" he said breaking eye contact with you and rumaging through your stuff.

"Oh you do know how to make a girl feel special" you said sarcastically.

Laying down, you went back to your positions now, instead of just resting, thinking. The truth was that after imagining the worst case scenario you couldn't come with an excuse good enough to said no to him.

"What's the dress code?" you asked watching at your roof. You heard how he was picking every stuff from your desk as well as you did with his stuff on his room.

"Don't worry about it, I have something for you to wear" he answered nonchalantly

Of course he has. You said under your breath in exasperation. Now you were actually caged. There was no opportunity of saying no.

"Fine" you hummed in response.

Bakugo felt like his heart was about to explode. When he asked Denki about you and came with that idea he was expecting that you would be hard to crack. He had at least three different forms of convincing you to go to the party with him. He didn't use one.

"I'm going to pick you up tomorrow at six, be ready by that. I'll send the dress first thing in the morning"

He was finding hard to keep his neutral facade with you, like he wasn't excited about it.

"Tomorrow!?" you exclaimed standing in a quick movement. "Are you fucking with me?"

The look on your face was between a bottle of water in the middle of the dessert and a loudly clown in a silent room. He didn't know that he needed to see you in distress until now and he was quite amused at your panicked state.

"Yeah it's nothing just a stupid party with a lot of people" he rolled his eyes acting bored.

It didn't sound like nothing to you. You knew Bakugo's parents were important in the fashion industry and now he was dropping a bomb like it wasn't going about to explode in your face.

He grabbed the knob of your door and twisted it until the door was open in front of him.

"Don't you worry, it's not like there will be the most important people of Japan" he paused and then a wicked smile appeared on his face. "Oh shit, yeah there will"

He left you dumbfounded and alone with the train of thoughts that appeared right after he closed the door. And you thought you will be having a nice night of sleep? The world was messing with you again.

In his room, hanging in the doors of his closet, Bakugo had the stunning dress he had picked that afternoon after he kicked out all of his friend out of his room. A red satin long dress with an opening in the right leg. He didn't know if you had matching shoes but he make sure of that when the assitant of the shop handed him the dress. Lacy high heels he knew you would love.

Everyone knew that Bakugo was a smart man, and being in the industry for years without wanting it made him learn things unconsciously like what size people were only by looking at them. He was sure that the dress and the shoes would fit you and, of course, make you way more gorgeous than you already were.

Your night was summed up in pacing all night. You walked through your room, you rearranged your desk three times, you even changed your bed sheets a week earlier trying to succumb the anxiety rising up from the pit of your stomach.

Well, what's done is done. You already said yes and there was no enough amount of excuse that would prevent you from going.

You've never attended a nice party before. You looked up Bakugo's parents on the internet and the sight of them smiling in a picture wearing haute couture made you shrink in your position in bed. You thought about biting your nails but then a reasonable thought appeared on your mind, there was no way that you would go to that party and meet those people with your nails all bitten.

Finally, the sun was up in the sky and you made it through the night sleeping the vast amount of four hours. You felt fresh like a rotten veggie rusting in the back of the fridge.

Just as he said, a few little knocks on your door startled you right after you opened your eyes.

"Why is Bakugo sending you this?" Denki raised his left brow while raising the dress covered in a gray bag.

No hello, no how are you's, straight to the damn point.

"Uhm, where's Jirou?" If you were going to explain yourself you'll rather doing it just once.

"She went to the bathroom, she's coming tho, what's going on?" He took a step inside of the room and left the dress on top of your dresser removing the wrinkles with his hands.

"Here I am! I took a piss almost standing with a feet inside the stall and the other outside the bathroom, what the hell is going on!?"

Curious Jirou was your absolute favorite when you weren't involved in the thing she wanted to know because you were almost sure that she was just a few seconds away of grabbing your bedside table's lamp to hold it above your eyes to interrogate you.

"Bakugo invited me to this thing of his parents because no one was able to go with him, not a big deal" you waved your hand at them like it was actually nothing when you were boiling on the inside.

"Not big deal??" She exclaimed. "I took a peak of that dress and girl, that didn't seem like not a big deal" she quoted you in the air and you walked to the dress to pry inside.

The way both of your hands rose to clap your mouth shut proved Jirou right.

A red satin dress whose fabric and lacy straps screamed money and luxury to you laid flat and still in your hand-me-down duvet.

"It also came with these" Denki appeared above your shoulder with a pair of strappy heels.

You shook your head several times in disapproval. No. When Bakugo said that he had a dress, you never expected for him to casually lend you a, you could guess, a few pairs of zero dress. And heels that would match its glamor and price.

"What are you doing?" Jirou asked Denki in a hum.

"Looking at the price of this thing" He scanned the dress with his phone and shook his head and then he scanned the heels. "The dress is nowhere to be found but the heels, oh my god, don't even touch that"

"Don't be ridiculous, I don't think is that exp-" Jirou's eyes widen, and you could swear that they were about to pop out of their sockets. "Don't touch them? More like, don't breathe near them!"

"Dial his number Denki. I need to talk to him now. " You rushed to your friend while he was taking his phone out of his jacket.

"Put him on speaker," Jirou commented side eyeing you.

After a few rings, the sound of static and him clearing his throat startled the three of you.

"If something happened to that dress I swear to god-" Bakugo gruff voice echoed in your room.

"It's not that! When you said a party, I thought you meant like a casual party, almost as a jeans and top party, not a champagne toast, chandeliers and limousines party" you freaked out.

"Oh, so you liked the dress," he said, and you could practically see the smirk plastered on his face.

"There's no way I'm going to use that. The shoes cost more than my whole tuition!"

"I don't see the problem. Besides, you're not that clumsy to tear them up in just one night. I assure you nothing is going to happen, I'm going to pick you up, help you walk, and stay by your side, taking care that no one put a damn finger on it, if that is your concern"

In his own room, he was trying to keep it cool while the mere possibility of you bailing it out made his leg tremble under his desk. This was his shot. He had accepted the weird feelings he had toward you, and now he needed to taste the waters to see if there was any chance for him.

"I'm picking you up at six. Don't be late, " he hung up.

He wouldn't give you the opportunity to leave him hanging.

Classes were slower than usual. Fortunately, you had most of them with Jirou, so if you thought that she would drop the incident of the morning, you thought wrong.

"I don't know what's on his mind, but the bright side is that you have the chance to wear a nice dress for once without having to sell your soul to the devil" she said while scribbling some notes. You raised your brow at her, and she gasped. "He's not the devil"

"Since when are you a Bakugo defender?" You asked, leaning on your head on your open hand.

"I'm not his defender is just he's just behaving like a normal human being, acting like a friend, and don't forget he ate that crap the other day, for me that's like the ultimate act of love" she exaggerated.

"I wouldn't go that far," you rolled your eyes at her. "I'm with you on that, except for the latter, but I still think that he has hidden intentions." Jirou titled her head in confusion. "He's used to getting everything he wants, and normally he does, and when I appeared and opened my mouth, everything went downhill for him"

"So you think that he's only using you? For revenge? I don't think he's that wicked. " Jirou bit the tip of his pen giving it a profound thought.

"I don't know"

And for once in your life, you didn't want to know.

The same afternoon, you were at your room with your makeup and hair done. Jirou helped you to look like a decent person, and she also helped you put on your dress without leaving any stains.

"I swear to god, this is gorgeous," she exclaimed.

You admired yourself in the mirror. The fabrics traced the shape of your body in a way that almost made you faint. Growing up in an orphanage, you never had the opportunity of dressing nice. This was the first time that you actually felt like a princess.

Three knocks on the door echoed in the room. You looked at the clock, and you still had a whole fifteen minutes before Bakugo's arrival. Maybe something happened, you wouldn't have the chance to know because you didn't have his number.

You hurried to pick up some jewelry, a pair of golden earrings with a matching necklace that lay on your desk.

"Sensei?" Jirou asked and gave a step back to let Aizawa enter the room. Aizawa looked for you, and when he caught the glimpse of you dressed to the ninens, he was utterly confused.

"What's going on?" He asked slowly.

"I'm going to a party," you said, clicking the earrings to your lobes. You had a few more piercings, so you decided to look for new ones to combine.

"With Bakugo," Jirou chimed in giggling at your death stare.

"What?" Aizawa turned from Jirou to you.

"He asked me to be his plus one to one of his parent's events, no biggie," you said, clasping the back of your necklace while the two of them were talking with glances. "It's not what you are thinking"

"What am I thinking?" He pretended not having understood.

"It's not meet the parents, I swear, I'll just go, eat some boujee shit and look pretty" you shrugged.

Aizawa nodded in acknowledgment and then smiled a bit.

"You do look pretty," he said like a proud dad. "You should send a picture to Eri"

"Why don't I take the picture of the two of you?" Jirou said, excited. "You didn't have any proms, right? This could be the replacement of family photos"

You wouldn't lie. The mere idea of it made you excited, too. You had your best friend and your father figure with you in a moment you never thought you would ever have.

"Fine, but I want you out before Bakugo arrives, I don't want the: bring her in one piece show"

"Oh, don't worry, I'm going to have a serious talk with that boy," he joked.

Or that's what you thought.

Bakugo was ready to pick you thirty minutes before the time he set, so now, he had thirty minutes to pace in his room with his tux on and a lot of thoughts running through his mind.

The palms of his hands were sweating, and he restricted himself to apply more perfume on his collar. He didn't want to provoke you a headache, but he didn't want to smell like caramel either.

He went straight to his car, and although your building was almost in front of his building, he waited in the car, blasting loud music to keep his nerves on the line.

When the clock marked six pm, he made sure to lock his car and, with big steps, made his way to your building, playing with the keys on his fingers he stepped into the elevator and clicked the third floor.

The door of your room opened at the second knock, and Denki's girlfriend was the one on the other side of the wood.

"Are you ready?" She smiled widely, and Bakugo felt the emotions running in his stomach.

"Don't make a fuzz over it"

You appeared in slow motion. Well, that's how he recalls it. He was absolutely right about the dress and the heels. He felt his mouth drying just at the sight of you in front of him. Your makeup was subtle but remarked the main factions of your face. Your eyes were stunning and sparkling, and your mouth highlighted with a subtle shadow of light brown lipstick and gloss on top.

"You -" he stuttered. He cursed himself on his mind for acting like a teenager. "You look beautiful"

You smiled at him, and your cheeks went red in an instant but this time it wasn't for shame, it was purely because of his compliment.

"Let's go," he offered his arm, and you happily clung to it. You needed the balance.

"Have fun!" Jirou screamed from the door when you two walked away from her.

The ride in the car was nice. The spring breeze made you shiver a few times, but he was quick enough to pull the windows up. You thanked him in your mind.

On the other hand, Bakugo was sweating like a pig. He knew he needed to look at the road, but he was so mesmerized by your beauty that he couldn't help staring at you, giving you subtle glances.

He didn't want the ride to be silent, but he didn't know what to say without giving away too much or making a shame of himself.

He was a nervous wreck.

The two of you arrived at the venue with the sun setting on your backs. You had your arm locked on Bakugo's to maintain stability in your heels. With the heels on, he was only half of a head taller than you, so know you could actually see his eyes without killing your neck in the process.

The thematic of the party was classic and luxurious. You weren't wrong about the chandeliers and the champagne because the first thing you saw above your head was an enormous chandelier hanging from the roof, which was very far from the ground and about the champagne, after your mouth almost fell from his junction at the sight of the warm light, a waiter dressed in black waved his tray with multiples flute cups urging you to take one.

Bakugo was kind enough to take two of them and nodded at the waiter, who continued to offer them to the other guests.

Man, you needed at least three of them to just adjust yourself to the atmosphere.

"D'you like it?" He asked, offering the beverage.

"I mean, yeah, it's amazing, and I can't even begin to think the work your parents had to put on this, but I feel like an ant in a shark tank"

He smirked at your comparison.

"You look good," he assured you.

Before you could say anything a tug in your shoulder made you both turn around.

"Who's this?"

The femenine image of Bakugo was in front of you, looking at you with awe and sparkling eyes.

"I thought I'll have enough time to sneak out before bumping into you, mom." he rolled his eyes, and his mom didn't waste time smacking his shoulder with her hand.

"Don't talk to me like that, Katsuki. I'm your goddamn mother, " she flicked his son's forehead and then, like nothing happened, returned to you. "Who are you, darling?"

"She's my friend," Bakugo said before you could open your mouth. He looked constipated like he was trying so hard that you didn't talk.

"Hi, Mrs Bakugo, I'm very pleased to meet you," you said after giving her your name.

"Katsuki, I thought you'll bring your friends, this is a nice surprise." she was genuinely excited. "Are you his girlfriend or his girl-friend?" she waved her arms, stating the comparison with a playful wink that made you blush.

"She's just my friend," Bakugo answered, annoyed. "Where's dad?"

"Oh, he's over there sweeping away the candy table, I swear that man loves too much those little macaroons," she smiled at the sight of her husband. "Anyway, enjoy the party, I hope to see you again, darling," she squeezed your shoulder in her way out.

"She's cool," you said once she was out of sight.

Bakugo snorted and shook his head.

"That's because she doesn't scream at you, c'mon, let me introduce you to my dad" he grabbed your hand this time pulling you through the crowd and you didn't know how to feel about the sudden interaction.

Bakugo's dad was visibly the opposite of his mom. He was quiet, very calm and nice. He asked you about college and about your quirk. The three of you talked about random topics for almost half an hour, and you could tell that Bakugo was more relaxed around his dad than with his mom.

The party began after a speech from both of Bakugo's parents talking about the fashion industry and his own company. The start of it, the challenges they went through in the way of what was today and everything. They thanked their employees, which you found very modest of them, in the best sense of the word.

Then everyone was in their world talking to each other and laughing at the memories they shared. You and Bakugo were leaning in the bar table, asking for something else than champagne. Your tongue wasn't used to refined alcohol.

"Is it always like this?" You asked watching everyone from afar.

"Yeah, the best part is that they only do this twice a year, I need to use the bathroom. Can you stay here and wait for the drinks?" You nodded and gave him a small smile that he gave back.

In his absence, you took the time to look at your phone and replied to Jirou's text since it was just one text you needed to reply to. You started scrolling through the apps and watching stories from your friends. Mina's story appeared just after you accepted on being her friend.

The image of her and Bakugo's friend appeared in an instant. They were hanging together and playing cards in a bar while drinking beer. You felt the champagne in your stomach twirl and made you nauseous.

Why did they tell Bakugo that they were busy?

You were thinking about telling him or not when he appeared and looked above your shoulder.

"What are you doing?" He asked, raising his brow at you.

He didn't give you the time to hide the evidence, so he was very stunned when he watched his friend's story.

"I'm so sorry they lied to you," you said sadly.

His reaction took you by surprise. He wasn't sad or angry. Instead, he was stoic, he standed there thinking and looking at the abyss shuffling the options in his mind.

"It's okay, I didn't invite them," he shrugged and sat on the bar stool, taking the glass of something in his hand.

The look on your face was epic.

"What? But you told me-" you were dumbfounded.

"I know what I told you," he interrupted. "I just didn't want you to say no and I really wanted you to come"

The last time someone was so eager to spend time with you was when you were in charge of the twins, and the couple who adopted them wanted to be by their side all the time.

"Why?" You said confused by his actions.

"I wanted to know you better, like friends do." he wasn't even looking at you, focused completely on sipping from his glass. Yours was in front of you when you realized that it was a Cosmopolitan that you haven't ordered. He remembered.

"Well, I don't know what to say"

"It's okay if you're mad" he mumbled under his breath. He didn't want you to be mad.

"Mad? I'm flattered. I mean, yesterday I was the last option, and now I'm the only option you had in mind since the beginning, " you said toying with your fingers.

You didn't like any sort of lies, but you could understand why he did that. You weren't very open with anyone but your friends so it was very difficult to reach you sometimes. At least he was trying.

"So, do you like to dance, or am I just going to use this dress like a mannequin?" You said batting your long lashes at him.

"Your wishes are my commands, ma'am," he offered his hand, and you took it without hesitating.

"Oh my god, you're so damn cocky"

Your cheeky tone made butterflies erupt in Bakugo's body. That shithead of Kaminari was right. You were absolutely fun to have around.

After a few dances and a lot of drinking, at least for your part, because Bakugo had to drive you back, you were a giant mess. You felt the heat in your body and your feet staring to swell because of the dances. Bakugo was a great dancer, he knew how to sway and how twirl you without leaving you on the ground. You made fun of him multiple times and he took advantage of your state giving you the false sensation that after a spin he would actually drop you.

"I'm a mess right now," you stated the obvious. The drink was way over your head, and it made your legs feel lightweight.

"Yeah, you've stomped in my feet three times," he grinned grabbing you firmly by your waist.

"I'm sorry," you pouted. "I needed to make sure you weren't feeling so confident about your dancing skills. What a bummer! Do you really have to be good at everything? It's exhausting, Bakugo"

The way he laughed at you made you feel whole. He was genuinely laughing, heading back and relaxed shoulder. The whole starting pack of finding you funny.

"Katsuki," he returned to his normal state.

"What?" you asked. Your mind was working slowler than usual.

"You can call me Katsuki after you crushed my feet and almost teared off my arm when you thought you were falling, I think we are okay with first name basis"

Your emotions were in a state of haze. You could blame the alcohol in your veins, but you could also blame the stunning man in front of you, glancing your figure and never letting go of your skin.

He looked as hypnotized as you, but he was more in his right mind to make a subtle move.

Leaning and entering in your space, he took a loose lock of your hair with his fingers and carefully placed it behind your ear, taking the moment to hang in there for a while.

You gulped at the feeling of having him so close.

"I think we should dance one last time before we go," he whispered in your ear.

The slow music played through the speakers. Katsuki grabbed your hand, who was tiny against his big one. He placed the other hand in your waist while yours stayed in his shoulder. The intense look you were sharing gave you enough time to look at his eyes and memorize them. In the warm and fainty light, they looked brighter than other occasions, or maybe it was just because you now were taking your time to really look at them.

Katsuki felt the same way, he sweep your entire face with his eyes while guiding your dance. Your big eyes looked at him like he was the only thing in the world, the tip of your nose little red just as well as your cheeks and your lips, slightly apart and puffy, he wanted to kiss you so bad.

Would you let him? Kiss you?

He wanted to ask, but he was afraid. Bakugo Katsuki was afraid of asking a girl to please let him kiss her?

At that point, he didn't mind begging you to let him taste the sweet of your lips. He was dealing with his own devils inside of his brain. He promised you that his only intention was to be your friend, and now, after a splendid day, his own instincts were about fuck everything up or make it better.

Without even noticing, he started to lean towards you, and you were leaning as well to meet him in the middle. When he realized you were halfway to stamp your lips on his. Your eyes fluttered in between staying open and closed and he sucked his air because it was about to happen.

Ride or die, he thought.

You were inches away from each other when abruptly you shrinked in your position and your eyes snapped open in pain.

Your ankle sabotaged you.

After a little fuzz about it, where the two of you decided to forget the previous situation, you were situated in Katsuki's front seat with the help of his dad and a waiter. Your ankle was getting bigger and bigger and Katsuki couldn't stop looking at it.

"We have to go to emergencies," he stated.

You waved him off, rolling your eyes and internally screaming because of the pain. Damn high heels, you would never use them again.

"It's okay, I'll go to recovery girl tomorrow morning, and she'll do something about it"

That was the main plan. Katsuki felt stupid because with the preoccupation of you in any sort of pain, he forgot that you had all the possibilities with Aizawa being your guardian.

Once you reached your building, he made sure of leaving you safely and tucked in your bed. He even wanted to carry you bridal style to your room, but you adamantly opposed the possibility of being the main gossip of the week.

"Are you sure you don't want me to go with you tomorrow?" He asked for what it seemed the tenth time. Jirou, who was at his back, had a finger lifted for every time he asked that.

"It's okay, Jirou can take me, right?" You said calmly.

"Sure," she faked innocence, hiding his hands behind his back.

"Here, my number." he took your phone from his jacket and put his number on your contacts. "Text me tomorrow, or you'll have me here all day"

God forbid.

"Fine," you smirked. "I had a good time, thank you"

He tucked his hands on his pant's pockets and nodded in agreement.

When the door closed, Jirou watched you with her eyes wide open in amusement.

"I know, don't say anything," you curled up to touch your ankle and see it closely. "This look nasty"

"Girl," she stated, not believing a thing she had just seen.

...

You didn't sleep a wink from the pain. Jirou stayed all night with you icing your entire feet to deflate it, but it didn't work.

The sun was getting up in the sky, and the both of you were tired and sitting in your bed with your backs against the wall.

"Thank god the only class I have today is skippable," she said, yawning.

"Mine is not skippable but I'll make it skippable" you said changing the ice pack to your other hand. "I'll talk to Aizawa"

"Did you asked why he was here yesterday?"

You've forgotten about that.

"No" you shook your head. "I didn't even give it a thought"

She hummed in response and the two of you fell in a comfort silence where you took the chance to close your eyes a little.

"Don't you think you are playing two teams?" Jirou asked while taking the ice pack from your hand and icing your ankle herself.

Her voice startled you less than his ask.

"No," you hissed when she hit a sensitive spot. "I mean, Bakugo invited me to that thing, I said yes, we danced...very close and intimate I'm not going to lie about it and then I sprinted my ankle and now I'm here, what's that of two teams"

"You are practically panicking because of your ankle, I know you have a date with Todoroki, but maybe this is a sign." She said reading your mind.

Todoroki had crossed your mind just once and it was when you started to think in your classes and how you'll go to them in one foot.

"I can't leave him hanging." You said. "Besides, Bakugo invited me as his friend. He asked me to be his friend not a week ago, there no reason to not go to my date tomorrow"

"Fair point," she nodded. "Aren't you betraying yourself with this? Like in that blubbering mess you were last night, you explicitly told me that you felt your stomach doing a flip every time he pressed his hand on your waist"

You blamed the pain and the alcohol.

"If I don't remember, that means it didn't happen." You grinned at her, and she bumped her shoulder at you playfully

Oh, but you did remember, and it brought you mixed feelings that you didn't know how to deal with. With the sun rays of the morning stepping in your room through your curtains you couldn't help but think how fucked you were.

(Not proofread yet)

End note: I know I made you wait, but the waiting had its purpose. My winter break is over :( and since I've been updating on Wednesdays, I needed to re-schedule this to Fridays. For the wait, this chapter is longer and involves more scenarios and the "date" that I know you didn't see it coming. Bakugo surpassed Todoroki without knowing it! Devil works hard but Bakugo wanting reader works harder.

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[entertaining-two]

Upon yet another re watch, episode one really is wild because I feel like we all forgot how much of a little romantic dork Colin was for the first two seasons. Like this man was still the younger brother of his two older brothers, he was seen as immature, kiddish, and too young to really be a man.

His whole journey season 1 is setting up how he wants a romantic connection but is deceived for his naivety in this situation despite warning.

His journey season 2 is to try and become a man, having traveled, trying to gain purpose and prospects through investing and being a protector to the feathering tons he feels noble. Yet he still wonders what the point of it all is: ie, he’s missing the heart of his purpose which is to love someone undyingly.

Season 3 everyone is so shocked when he shows up, looking older, looking and acting confidence and suave and flirtatious something he NEVER was before. They are shocked and also not mocking him for his travels and he knows now not to even divulge his passion for it because he knows while his family loves him, they do not truly care for the inner workings of his mind. Leaving him still missing something. That something is a true partner.

I just feel like we all really truly forgot how Colin was never the one to be smooth, the one to know the exact thing to say and when, or even the confident hot one. The man spent hours talking about plants he saw traveling to his ex’s husband for gods sake like this man is not suave he is dorky and adorable. He had always been dorky younger brother of the two catches in the Bridgerton house. Forgotten amongst the diamond of the season, the viscount, and the flirtatious artist. Who was he? He had no clue.

He wandered and came back a new person hoping people would now accept him and clearly he feels it has worked because everyone praises him for it! So when his facade starts to crumble around Pen, and when she throws back at him that he has put on this mask of a person, and tells him she just wants the true man she loves, for once Colin is feeling seen for who he actually is. I think that is why he kisses her so aggressively after the “I love you!” Statement by the modiste. He’s seen, and loved. Now he just had to figure out how to accept the lady Whistledown stuff.

All I’m saying is people don’t get Colin and I will die on the hill that he deserves more praise. He’s far more complex than people give credit and I love his character.

[yourfavblondy]

How they would react if they saw you wearing their jacket

the tittle is pretty much self explanatory

characters: rindou haitani, mitsuya takashi, draken, mikey

RINDOU

It was cold outside and you like usual forgot your jacket at home. And oh how convenient it was when you saw Rindous jacket just laying around. While your boyfriend was talking to some people you swiftly grabbed his jacket and put it on. The jacket provided you with warmth and comfort, it smelled like Rin, intoxicatingly sweet. "Hey babe have you seen my-" Rindou asked turning around but stopping mid sentence when he saw you. He wanted to put on his jacket but how could he take it from you when you looked so damn cute. A light blush crept onto his face and the tips of his ears. One of the most scary people almost everyone feared was fumbling with his words and blushing profusely just because you wore his jacket. "Rin are you alright you kind of froze." you asked waving a hand infront of the blondes face. "Yeah, I'm fine you just look so damn cute." he chuckled wrapping his arms around you lovingly.

MIKEY

You constantly stole your boyfriends hoodies, I mean it was his fault really why did he have to have such comfortable and pretty hoodies. But despite always wearing his clothes you never wore his Toman jacket. At this point Mikey had gotten used to seeing you in his hoodies, I mean yeah sure butterflies always pooled in his stomach and yeah his heart skipped a beat now and again but he was used to it. What he wasn't used to however was seeing you in his Toman jacket, so you can imagine his shock when you showed up to a Toman meeting wearing his jacket. The words leader Mitsuya embroidered on the sleeve were on full display for everyone to see. Everyone knew you were his and if they didn't already now they knew for sure. Mikey shuffled closer towards you wrapping the jacket more around you. His face was dusted with a light pink blush but they didn't need to see that so he choose to bury his head in the crook of your neck wrapping his arms around you waist.

DRAKEN

You were with the gang at some random party Izana decided to host. Everyone was having a great time dancing and laughing, making out and drinking. You were also having a wonderful time singing at the top of your lungs. The alcohol you had drank earlier provided a nice kind of buzz to the already exiting atmosphere. For the party you decided on wearing a short black mini skirt a sparkly silver top and black heels. To Draken you looked out of this world. Everything matched up perfectly, the skirt showed of your ass which was probably Drakens favourite part of your body, he could just stare at you for eternity and never get tired. And thats exactly what he did he kept a watchfull eye on you the whole night just to make sure some creep woudldn't try anything. Once some creep did try to hit on you thinking you didn't have a boyfriend Draken came and politely led you out of the house. "Thanks babe." you said getting up on your tip toes to kiss you taller boyfriend. "I think this is like the fifth guy that hit one tonight." you said chuckling. "Well I can't blame them, you look stunning." Draken complimented nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. He left feather light kisses while wrapping his arms around your waist. "I know how we'll solve this." he let go off you and took off his jacket. "Here." he draped the jacket gently over your shoulders. He let go off you and took a step back. Immediately when he saw you wearing his jacket Draken melted. Such a strong and large man was like putty when it came to you. He was obviously much taller and bigger than you and the jacket which fit him perfectly was oversized on you. Rosy blush crept up on his face. "How do I look?" you asked twirling around nuzzling into the fabric. Draken felt his heart swell at the sight of you. "Better than ever." he stepped close and held your waist before placing sweet kiss to your lips. "Come on let's go inside." you grabbed his hand and led him back inside. Now everyone would know you're his, especially with the words VICE PRESIDENT embroidered on the sleeve.

MITSUYA TAKASHI

Mitsuya had sown a lot of pieces of clothing tailored just for you. He loved seeing you happy while wearing clothing he put so much work and effort into making just right, for you. Currently you were in a train with your boyfriend going on a date. You wore a beautiful jacket that he tailored, but it was a little too hot since the train was crowded. So not wanting to boil alive you opted to take your jacket off. As you were sitting down you layed it gently across your lap. You'll be getting off in two stops anyway so what could happen especially with Mitsuya sitting next to you. A lot apparently because one stop before you were supposed to get off someone ran by you and snatched your jacket. You quickly realised what had happened and tried running after him but it was too late. You looked sadly back at your boyfriend. "Hey, it's no big deal. I'll make you another one." he comforted you. "Yeah, thanks Mitsuya." you said leading him off of the train. As you made your way up the stairs and into the open street you suddenly realised how bloody cold you were. The cold air sent shivers down your spine, it chilled you to the bone. Mistuya noticed you lightly shaking before he, like a true gentleman that he is, took off his jacket and wrapped it snug around you. You glanced up at your boyfriend nuzzling further into the soft fabric. Mitsuya felt like he could explore with adoration. You looked so pretty, he truly didn't deserve you. Mitsuya wrapped his amrs around you holding you close. His cheeks were red but his heart was full of love.

[erenjaegerwifee]

Summer In Pandora 🌸 Day 2 - One Bed 

Paring: Lo’ak x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, explicit language, p in v, orals (f receiving), jealous Lo’ak, friends to lovers, mentions of courting, passionate sex, Lo’ak feeling guilty and in love, sensitive Lo’ak, body worshipping, sweet aftercare

Word Count: 3.5k

Index: ma kalin - my sweet, sevin - pretty.

Disclaimer: All my characters are aged-up! If that makes you uncomfortable do yourself a favor and scroll, don’t bother reading or interacting with my account, thank you!

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You decided to have a sleepover with your best friend and everything was going fine. You played board games and got into little arguments about how much rent you owe Lo’ak while playing monopoly. You played pranks on his brother while he was chilling out in his room.  

Everything was seemingly normal for a sleepover. Your parents never seemed to care that much when you and Lo’ak would spend time together. They knew well Lo’ak was your closet friend and you liked being around him so sleepovers were not an uncommon thing. You both were never without the other growing up so nothing would change now. 

Even though you have both grown into adults, both exceptional hunters and both single, it was never really an issue to be around each other. It’s not that you haven’t noticed the way Lo’ak would glance at your chest sometimes staring a bit too long. Or the way you would admire his chiseled abs when he would pull back his bow to shoot his prey when you were hunting. No, you were well aware of how hot he was and vise verse, but you never though it would be an issue. 

That was until tonight when you crawled into bed with him after a long day and then some of your playing around letting your limbs stretch out into the comfortable blankets. Lo’ak jumped onto the bed bouncing you up slightly as he looked down at you, “Awe are you tired already eveng(girl)?” he teased you as he seemed to not be tired at all. 

“You’re all talk bitch, when your head hits the pillow, you are gonna be out like a light, it happens every time.”  you look up at him smiling at the thought. “Whatever...” Lo’ak replies while he lays down next to you, “Wanna watch some TV?” he asked you. 

A couple years back, he had a TV installed in his room with movies downloaded on it for this reason specifically. Lo’ak never liked watching T.V alone, he always wanted someone to be with him usually opting between his brother and you, “Aren’t you tired?” you say with a yawn. 

“No but I take it you are, are you getting old? You never go to bed this early” his comment made you laugh. “Oh Lo’ak, I’m just an adult, it sucks but at least I get to have sex so” you shrug watching the TV as he flips through the selections. Lo’ak pauses immediately he felt like his brain lagged, “Sex? You are having sex? With who? Why didn’t you tell me?” he started off and turned his body to you. 

The TV now long forgot, the remote sits beside him as his attention is directed at you. The faith glow of light makes him look beautiful, his freckles shine in the dark but at the same time they don’t. You find yourself tracing the pattern on his face, something that was unique to the na’vi, no one is alike in this way. But Lo’ak was even more special with his extra fingers and toes. Some people may think he is dangerous because of his human feather but you like it a lot. Lo’ak has done nothing but protect you in all the time you have known him, not one day since you knew this man have you felt unsafe. Even though he can be quite reckless, he never has and never will put you in a position to get hurt, and it is not just something you know, it is something he has told you. 

“With no one specific, and I don’t know, I didn’t know how you would take it. You never told me when you had sex, if you did, I still don’t know” you answer him. You lay in your back and turned your head to the side on his pillow looking at him. Lo’ak’s entire body faces you and his head is propped up on his wrist and he watches you, “Ok fine is that what it’ll take? I had sex with, you remember Nila? She was my first time, then a couple more chicks after from the Metakayina clan.” his words upset your stomach but you ignore the feeling.  

“Well when you and your family when to the metakayina, I was lonely and it just happened, after that it never happened again” the sully family had only been with the metakayina clan for about a month. After they were attacked there Jake realized it made no sense, they run away from home is the sky people will find them where ever they go, he didn’t want to put people who do not know war in danger. So at least they decided if they stayed in the forest the Omatikayan are strong. They can fight for their own.  

“Your moving so sudden Lo’ak I was very sad watching my best friend leave with the rest of your family that I love every much.” you try to explain but he stopped you, “with who? Who did you lose it too ma kalin? His voice was soft, almost a whisper and his gaze doesn’t falter, “Adrik, we went to a party and met up there and I was feeling a bit awkward and he stayed with me so I wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. The next few days he’d spend more time with me and he was sweet, but when he requested to court me, I declined, it was the day before you came back home.” 

Lo’ak didn’t say anything, he just took in your words. Yours eyes started to flutter as you drifted away to sleep waiting for his response. Lo’ak watches you drift off to sleep right in front of him but his brain didn’t even process it. He admired your features but he wasn’t thinking about that, no. 

Lo’ak was thinking about how you fucked someone else, his entire life he stayed by your side and the moment he leaves you fall into bed with another man. He doesn’t blame you though, it natural you were alone and someone took advantage of your kind and submissive nature. It was his fault, he should have never left you. Maybe then you would have fallen into bed with him. 

Lo’ak didn’t mean to sleep with those other girls, after Nila he realized how much he really wanted that to be you and he regretted it ever since. When he left for the metkayina he wanted to take you, but he didn’t want to put you in unnecessary danger, no matter how much you cried for him to take you. That was the first time in his adult life he actually cried, it was because he left you.  

Now here you are sleeping comfortably in his bed, looking gorgeous as ever after you told him he made you lonely, “baby no I’m sorry...” Lo’ak whispered, scooting his body closer to yours. You had already fallen into deep sleep but it didn’t stop him from waking you. His large palm rested over the blanket on your hip shaking you slightly while calling your name.  

Lo’ak’s head came down to your neck, he rested his head on the pillow behind yourself and pushing his head into your skin meeting it with his lips. He kissed and whispered into your skin, “wake up kalin please” his voice was strained, desperate, “have to tell you something.” when your stir your body and open your sandy eyes you don’t see Lo’ak, you feel him. 

His body was pressed up against yours even though he’s bigger than you, his feet almost hang off the bed as he finds solace in the feeling your skin, you listen to him sweetly ask you to wake up so he can talk to you, you feel his hands squeeze your hip but they don’t really move from the spot, only to shake you. You feel his breath kiss your neck, the coolness that settles every time he inhales and the heat you feel when he exhales.  

“Lo’ak” you whisper and his head whips up to look at you, his body shuffles up so your lay face to face but he didn’t pull back to give you space, he stayed pressed up against you, “I’m so sorry I left you kalin, I should have fought harder for you to come with us, I am sorry” his apology catches you by surprise. “Lo’ak you do not need to apologize for that it is okay you are back-” 

“No but it is not okay, it’s my fault you slept with him, your first time shouldn’t have been because you felt alone, because I left you alone, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” Lo’ak cut you off desperately trying to win your forgiveness, every pause in his sentence he kissed you on your cheeks, both sides got equal love he even kissed the corners of your lips at one point, it was like he wasn’t thinking straight.  

“I shouldn’t have slept with those girls, I’m sorry they weren’t you, when I left, I searched in every girl for even a little sliver of you but no one was the real thing, I’m sorry you had to find comfort in someone else I promise I’ll never leave you again.” you take in his words, not fully processing but you tried to find a way to understand.  

“Lo’ak want are you trying to say?” your voice comes out a bit mean but you don’t think anything off it. He does though, he pulls his lips away from your face to look at you, his ears are pinned down as he looks into your green eyes due to the dark room. Even though his are almost the same shade, Lo’ak thinks yours are so much more beautiful. The slight difference in your eyes makes it all the more beautiful in his opinion, he has never seen this color on anything in his life, no plant, flower or vine has ever come close to how beautiful the shade of green your eyes are.  

You seem to finally process how mean you sounded and brought your hands up quickly too his face, his hands were still situated around your waist, and the rest of his body was still pressed up against yours except for his face and chest, “wait, I didn’t mean it like that, you just- you woke me up apologizing for something I have never blamed you for, I want to know the reason is all” you pull him closer and rest your forehead to his. 

Lo’ak sighs into your touch, your voice is so soothing to him, he could listen to you talk all day. He closes his eyes and takes in your words letting them resonate with him, you don’t blame him, he shouldn’t blame himself. Lo’ak raises his head from yours and looks you in the eyes, “I- I love you; I was waiting for the right time to tell you but I don’t think any time could be better than this, holding you close to me, in bed, this is all I want for the rest of my life I love you” his words are nervous but you couldn’t have been happier hearing them.  

“Oh Lo’ak, I love you too-” he doesn’t wait for you to finish your sentence, just pulling you close, kissing you on the lips. The action surprises you but you don’t push him away only melting into the feeling of his soft lips. You only break the kiss to get some air and again he tried to kiss you almost immediately. It makes you giggle how sweet he looks wanting to kiss you so bad, cute blush on his face as he looks at you, “Patience Lo you will get whatever you want, but first I wanna know what brought this on” you tease him. 

Your hands run down his neck to his chest and back up, you watch him close his eyes feeling your touch and it makes you giddy, you’ve never seen Lo’ak look so fragile before, it is quite loving to see him relax with you into such a state, “I made a mistake, you shouldn’t have slept with him, I wanted to be the one to do that. I know it sounds selfish and you had every right to do what you did but I can’t help but feel like if I was still here, it would have been me”  

His words make you melt, “It is not your fault. Do not blame yourself you can still make me yours; it was only one time and if I’m being honest the only way I got through it was thinking about how much I wanted it to be you...” you voice is soft, shy as you confess to him, you lean towards him and press a soft kiss on his nose. 

“Let me make it up to you” his words are almost slurred and his blush deepen from the kiss. Before you could protest Lo’ak slide his was between your thighs flipping your loincloth up exposing you to him. You try to close your legs but his big body stopped your movements, “Please, I promise I’ll make you feel good, please let me get a little taste”  

His words make your cunt gush, you hoped he wouldn’t notice to way you got wet so easily but it didn’t matter much when you gave into him nodding your head for him to touch you. “Want to hear you say it kalin, tell me you want me down here”  

This man is down bad for you and you both know it, the thought makes you clench around nothing, “Want you Lo, make me feel good” your voice comes out as a softly but he hears it, not wanting to wasting anymore time he licked a stride up your slit sucking on your clit, you weren’t expecting it to feel so good when you agreed but damn he is amazing, you don’t want to think about where he learned to do this so well but it benefits you entirely. You whimper and feeling his tongue glide along your wet folds and flicker at your clit, it doesn’t take long before he throws you into your orgasm making you gush in his mouth. Lo’ak is reeling between your thighs as he shoves his head in deeps almost disappearing from your view when you clench on his tongue repeatedly, he doesn’t waste a drop. 

When he licks you clean, he raises his head panting, his lower face is messed up with your essence making you turn your head from him shying away. Lo’ak chuckles as he watches you blush and bite on your middle finger glancing at him. He kisses and sucks his way up your body leaving marks on your thighs, hips, abdomen until he makes it to your covered chest.  

“Can I take it off please?” his voice is so sweet but you let him do it anyways. He wastes no time getting you naked after he got your verbal confirmation. Lo’ak takes a minute to admire your bare body before him, his hands run up and down your slim, sexy waist thinking about how soft your skin is, how amazing you look in the dimly lit room, he sees everything so clearly as if the sun was shining down on you. Thats a thought, imagine having you sprawled out naked in the forest taking his cock, he can’t wait for all the fun that comes with being in love with you.  

He snaps out of his thoughts when your hand reaches down to palm him in his loincloth noticing the obvious bulge. Lo’ak groans when his feels your hand squeeze him, “wanna make you feel good too Lo” you bite your lip looking at his strong figure above you, your voice was soft but not a whisper you wanted him to hear how much you wanted to please him and he certainly did.  

“Fuck baby, you’re just perfect aren’t you, wanna suck on my cock for me to feel good...Eywa you really are fucking perfect aren’t you.” he doesn’t move your hand from his covered cock but brings a hand to stroke your hair sweetly. This man just had a way of making you feel submissive for him, his hand runs through the strands of your hair petting the top of your head occasionally. You looked up at him with such lust, you want him so bad, “yea Lo, wanna be good for you” you say sweetly looking right at him. 

Your words make his cock jump under your touch which in turn make you giggle while you look at him, neither of you have broken eye contact yet when he bends his body over yours brining his lips down to kiss you sweetly on the mouth. Lo’ak makes you swoon in that kiss, when he pulls away you raise your head chasing his lips. 

“Kalin, as much as I wanna feel this sweet mouth on my cock, tonight is about you. Tonight, I want you to have everything you deserve” his voice is calm, soft but steady, you know he means what he is saying to you. Lo’ak removes his hands from you and unties his loincloth letting his harden cock bounce freely in the air. The exposure makes his hiss and he strokes it slowly.  

You watch him pump his cock in his hand, he is huge, a little on the thin side but his cock was still thick and the length...he was so long you think he could possibly touch the inside of your belly button. He lines up his cock with your slit pushing in slowly, his gaze shifts from your tight hole taking him in and your screwed up face. He feels the way your small cunt stretches to accommodate him and he drops his head on your collarbone when he bottoms out, “Fuck kalin, did you- are you sure you’re not a virgin? You are so fucking tight” he mumbles into your skin. 

“You-you’re so big Lo-” your voice stutters and he’s not even moving yet, you definitely boast his ego but you sound so good talking to him like that, he almost cums in the stop. He knows what you are trying to say, he understands but he wants to hear you say it, “Hmm, you think so sevin?” he raises his head to look at you watching you bite your lip and nod your head. 

Lo’ak pulls back giving and experimental thrust and when you moan, he swears he hears paradise. Lo’ak takes it as a sign to set a nice pace for it, it’s not too fast but enough to make you mewl out for him. Your arms come to wrap around his neck pulling his down to meet your lips. Lo’ak doesn’t want to muffle your sounds he wants to hear everything, but he just can’t resist his sweet girls asking for a kiss.  

When his lips touch yours your body stutters, you clench on him unintentionally making him moan into your mouth. Lo’ak quickens his speed feeling the way your lips no longer kiss him, your sounds travel from your mouth to his, lips touching sweetly as you tell him how good you feel. “Yea? Feels good? You feel so fucking good too baby, clenching on my cock like that, you’re gonna make me cum”  

His words send a jolt of electricity through your body, his lips travel down to your neck sucking on the sweet spot that makes your legs weak. You whimper loudly into the air when you feel your orgasm creeping up on you. “Lo- Lo’ak wanna cum!” your voice is pitched another octave when you speak to him, “Cum baby, wanna feel you cum in my cock, doing so fucking good for me, such a good girl, cum for me” Lo’ak groans when you gush on his cock clamping down in him tightly.  

He follows right behind you pulling out and aiming to cum on your stomach, but his cum shoots out landing of your naked tits. The cool air makes your shiver as you come down from your high. You watch him pant above you as if he’s so worn out now, he drops beside you on the bed reaching for his discarded loincloth to clean up your body. Not that he would be needing it now.  

Lo’ak sits up dipping the cloth into some warm water then swiping it on your cunt, the feeling making you flinch but welcome the feeling when he pulls away and you’re clean again. You never thought he’d be one for such aftercare but here he was surprising you again.  

You yawn cutely catching his attention and he crawls into bed next to you tossing the cloth aside. He pulls you close your back against his chest and he kiss your shoulder and neck whispering how good you did for him, how amazing you felt, and sweet compliments that would make you blush if you weren’t so tired. You drift off to bed in his strong arms listening to him tell you how much he loves you, you really couldn’t have felt more loved than you do in this moment.   

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06:43pm | kim mingyu

SYNOPSIS. in which you ask your sleepy husband the *most* important question in the world. PAIRING. husband!kim mingyu x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, tiny bit suggestive at the end, established relationship WARNINGS. kissing, terms of endearment, implied that he’s um shirtless WORD COUNT. 916

"Gyu?"

Mingyu stirs slightly right next to you, and you would think he would open his eyes up to his name, but he doesn't. You see the way he falls back into his napping state, and it makes you chuckle softly. Reaching a careful finger out, you faintly trace the line of his cheekbone, mapping out to the mole to his cheek, while relishing the soft warmth of his skin beneath your touch.

You notice a faint smile quivering of his lips from your feather-light touch. It's a heartwarming sight, knowing that even in his dreams, he seems content, peaceful. However, your gentle touch eventually awakens him from his slumber, and he shifts once more, this time more noticeably.

With a soft groan, his eyes slowly flutter open, gaze meeting yours, and he manages a tired, yet affectionate smile, hands coming to grab at the sheets to cover over his bare upper body. Your finger is still tracing down his jawline, and he shivers with a pleasant shudder at your touch.

"Hi," You greet him softly.

"Hey," he mumbles with half-lidded eyes, voice still husky from the long nap.

"I have a question for you," You tell him, keeping your tone serious. "It's very important, and I want you to be fully, one-hundred percent honest with me right now."

He yawns, letting his arms stretch as he lets out a deep breath, before encircling back around you and pulling you closer to him. You watch the way his sleepy grin transforms into a contented smile as he holds you close, feeling the way his chest rises and falls with each breath that left those pretty lips of his.

"M’kay," he responds quietly.

There's a playful glint in your eyes that he swears he sees, but he's too tired to fully register it and way too comfortable to say anything more, so he just watches you in anticipation.

You lean in closer, voice dropping to a whisper.

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

Mingyu's drowsy gaze meets yours, and he blinks slowly and furrows his brows together, as if he's processing the question like he's hearing it for the first time, or like a puzzle he has to put together in his sleepy mind. You swear you could see the way the question bounces around in his half-awake thoughts, playing in his brain like a delightful riddle.

"Sweetheart," he murmurs. "we're married."

He's right, of course. His words hang in the air for a moment, and then a knowing smile spreads across your face, realising how absurd it may seem to ask such a question after all this time together, but you know you just asked for his reaction. You can't help but burst into a fit of giggles at his groggy yet utterly adorable state. Mingyu only blinks at your laughter, looking momentarily puzzled before a small smile crosses his lips.

"Oops," You quip teasingly. "I guess I forgot."

He pouts exaggeratingly at this, and not just a pout, but a pout pout. "How could you forget that?"

His sulky expression tugs endearingly at your heartstrings. You reach out to gently cup his cheek apologetically, your thumb brushing over his lower lip.

"Aw, my sweet baby," You coo amusingly. "I didn't forget, I promise. I'm just teasing, and I love hearing it from you."

Even if you've been married for years now, the way his cheeks flush a soft pink at your words, and the way his eyes light up with adoration, makes your heart flutter just as it did when you were just young, dumb, and in love. There's something about hearing those reminders that yes, you are married𑁋you married the love of your life, the same man who you've been pining for since the moment you laid eyes on him and who still makes your heart skip a beat after all these years.

The journey from strangers to friends, to dating, to finally saying "I do" had been filled with ups and downs, but it was a journey you wouldn't trade a single second of it for anything in the world, all because it led you to this exact moment.

"Hmm, you better not forget ever," he warns, letting out a faux grumble, but you notice the corners of his lips are fighting back a smile. You know he can never stay mad for long, especially when you tease him like this. "or I'd have to remind you every day."

I wouldn't mind that, You think, chuckling softly before leaning in to plant a loving kiss on his pouty lips, which seems to melt away any lingering sleepiness surrounding him instantly. I wouldn't mind that at all.

When you press another kiss to his lips, he responds by deepening it almost naturally, his strong arms coming to wrap around you more tightly. You feel the way he smiles under the kiss, the warmth of his body enveloping you completely. And when you feel his fingers start to dance along your back, you let out let out a soft, breathy sigh against his lips, and there's a smirk that forms at his mouth from the response he elicits from you.

His lips part from yours, and he trails a line of soft kisses along your jawline, each one causing your heartbeat to quicken. He nuzzles his face against your neck, peppering it with affectionate kisses that make you lightly giggle, before coming to the sensitive spot behind your ear.

"And you're not just pretty, honey," he whispers between kisses, warm breath caressing against your skin, and you tilt your head back slightly to grant him more access. "You're goddamn breathtaking."

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Moving in

Moving in (part 2 to the start)

You never thought moving in with Hobie would be so hard.

Fluffy!

Hobie x Gn!reader

Tw!: British and bad grammars (and capitalization mistakes and slightly suggestive (//∇//) )

After a year and a half you and Hobie finally decided to move in together! Only problem is that you have two birds, and he has a cat, Most people know that’s an absolute horrible combination. Hobie’s canal boat isn’t the biggest, so you had to make do with what you had.

You were currently in Hobie’s room, your birds in a travel carrier, as you think of where you should put there cage. Pinkie jumps up into your lap and curls up in a ball, you sigh as you pet the black cat with a little pink Mohawk, still curious of how he even got it.

Soon enough Hobie walks in a smile softly at you and his cat before walking over to you, sitting down on the bed as he pulls you closer, “Still haven’t figured out where your gonna put the lil buggers?” He ask as he strokes you hair gently 

You sigh, nuzzling your head up into his hand, “Yeah… I’m thinking of putting them in here but I don’t know. Don’t want them to get traumatized, you know?”  You giggle and shake your head

Hobie shakes his head a laughs a little a well, “Tsk, don’ want ‘em screaming as you scream.” He says as he watches you choke on air and cough.

“You’re feral Hobie.” 

“Yeah I know. But ‘cha love it~” his moves his face towards yours, puckering his lips expecting a kiss, but you instead push him away, causing him to pout.

You laugh at his reaction and cup his face before he pushes your hands away. You scoff, “No kisses for you then.” You say as you turn away, standing up as you pick up the carrier your birds are in.

Hobie stands up after you, following closely behind you as you walk into his living room, the bird cage already set up in the middle of it, “I think they’d be fine in here lovey, Pinkie never really has even watched a bird outside.” you think for a moment and nod.

“Alright then, they can go infront of the window then.” You say as you set the carrier down on the couch, before moving to the cage, it has wheels, and pushing it towards the window, the sun already setting. 

“Ya need help love?” Hobie asks as he walks over to you, nuzzling your hair

Giggling and shaking your head, “No I got it.” You smile softly before moving to pick up the carrier and checking on your birds, they were doing just fine, happy and content.

You soon walk back over to the cage and open it, then open the carrier, nudging your birds gently into the cage that has been filled up with toys and perches. Your birds soon step in and look around it, you smile happily at the cockatiels.

“So what’s there names again..?” Hobie asks as he watches them with awe.

“After a year and a half you forgot their names?” You scoff.

“What! I just forgot!” Hobie laughs as he looks at you gently.

“Alright fine, that one is Pikachu.” You say as you point at the yellow cockatiel with orangeish red circles on its cheeks. “And the other is Stormy” you say pointing at the white cockatiel with grey and black spots on its feathers.

“Pikachu and Stormy..” he repeats as he holds onto your hand, gazing fondly at the birds as they eat and drink some water. “Cute. Like you.” He smiles and pinches your cheek playfully.

You giggle pushing him away fondly “Hobie Stoopppp!” You plead with a big ass smile.

“How about that kiss now?” He asks as he wraps his arms around you.

“Fine.” You say in defeat, still smiling as you look up at him before you lock lips.

He hums into the kiss as he holds onto your face, swaying side to side with you in his hold.

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you and me forever | christian pulisic

had a thought, didn’t turn out great, here it is anyway x

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“come on sweetheart, give me one more, I know you can do it.” christian cradled her face with his hand, keeping his eyes on hers till they fell to the back of her head, her mouth dropping open as his name left her lips.

“christian, oh baby, fuck,” she squeaked out, him having successfully worked her through the sensitivity till she was feeling pure bliss again as he moved between her legs.

he looked down between the two of them, marvelling in the sight of her swallowing his cock. little groans escaped from his throat as her warm walls clentched around him and he felt himself approach his high that he had been holding off for longer than he could now bare.

christian drunk in the image below him, her hair fanned out on the pillow, eyes clamped shut as moans continued to leave her mouth.

“yeah? you like that, princess?” he muttered into her ear, not stopping the perfect pace he had built up, hitting her sweet spot every time. the light stubble of his beard brushed up against her skin sending shivers up her body, despite the heat radiating from her skin.

she managed to get out a small whimper making christian chuckle slightly. “my good girl, that’s it, gonna come all over me again, baby?”

his words were all too much for her and with a moan of his name she clenched around him, seeing stars as she hit her high for the third time that evening. the sensation of her pulsating around him paired with the sweet sounds escaping her lips spurred christian on as he finally let his release take over, filling her with ropes of his come as he groaned into her ear.

christian collapsed on top of her causing y/n to erupt into giggles at the heavy weight of her boyfriend laying on top of her. she loved it when he did this, it was almost as though he forgot quite how much he weighed as he nuzzled his face into her neck.

she wrapped her arms around him, bringing one hand up to trace her fingertips across his back, drawing aimless shapes onto his skin and just loving the feeling of his skin under hers. christian equally adored the feel of her fingertips on him as he buried his face further into her neck, softly leaving light kisses over the purple and red marks that had already begun forming from the evening’s events.

after a few minutes, y/n begun struggling with christian’s body on top of her, reluctantly speaking up. “babe, you’re kind of crushing me now.” she giggled, not wanting him to feel bad. she loved the feel of him on top of her but her body couldn’t take it much longer.

christian was quick to use his arms to take the majority of his weight from her before slowly pulling out, enjoying the sight of his come slowly leaking out of her.

he hovered above her once more to plant what he intended to be a singular feather light kiss to her rosey lips, y/n taking the opportunity to slip her tongue into his mouth to deepen the kiss, christian only pulling away when his lips curled upwards as he tasted himself on her tongue. his head spun just as much as her’s from the evening’s activities, completely and utterly in love with her.

christian told y/n to stay put whilst he quickly left the room to get a damp cloth. not even a minute later, he returned and carefully wiped y/n clean, only stopping briefly when quiet whimpers left her mouth at the cold sensation.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart, i’m almost done.” he promised, guilt evident in his voice as he gently wiped at the stickiness coating the insides of her thighs.

she just smiled, “mhm, it’s okay, i suppose it was worth it.” she beamed, christian finishing up and tossing the cloth to the side.

he planted a gentle kiss to her lips, y/n looking up at him as he pulled away, a sleepy smile plastered across his face.

hovering over her still naked body, he couldn’t help his eyes taking over her, taking in every inch of her. she felt the heat rush to her cheeks as they flushed pink once she clocked christian’s gaze, quickly moving her hands down her body to try and cover herself. she suddenly felt self conscious, even if he had just seen every inch of her.

christian shook his head and grabbed her wrists with his hands, pulling them away to place them to the side of her body. upon her face was a sheepish smile at his actions, her eyes fluttering closed every now and then as she struggled to fight the urge to let slumber overcome her.

christian felt his stomach do a flip as his eyes reached y/n’s face once more. he would never get over the way she made him feel and recently all he had been able to think about was making her his forever. so much so, he had gone out and bought her a ring.

the pair had joked before with y/n showing him pictures of rings she liked, but after only being together for just under a year, y/n thought the idea was far too ludicrous to be anywhere near his mind.

she would’ve never expected christian to have bought her the ring that sat tucked away in the box at the back of his bedside drawer.

not the best hiding place, christian didn’t care. he almost wanted her to find it so he would have an excuse to give it to her seeing as he couldn’t pluck up the courage, nor could he find the perfect moment.

as she led underneath him, all he wanted to do was pull out the ring, confess how he wanted to make her his forever and officially do that by asking her to marry him.

his heart fluttered at the thought of her going to bars, to work, just out and about with his ring on her finger. everyone would know she was taken. that she was his.

neither of them were into big romantic gestures, both perfectly content with keeping their relationship fairly private. it was for that reason he found himself contemplating right there and right then, pulling the ring out and asking her to be his forever.

he was snapped out of his trance when y/n uttered his name, eyebrows furrowed together as she watched the expression on his face as his mind went at a million miles an hour.

“are you okay, baby?” his heart melted at the pet name she always called him.

“sorry babe, i was just getting lost in your eyes.”

she let out a small laugh, rolling her eyes. “we both know that’s a lie because i’ve been struggling to keep my eyes open.”

he chuckled at her catching him out. “okay, you got me there.”

“what were you thinking really?” she asked, furrowing her brows slightly as she watched on at her boyfriend looking deep in thought.

christian raised her eyebrows, doing his best to distract y/n with a playful comment. “i was just wondering if you think we could beat 3 tomorrow?”

y/n’s mouth flew open with a gasp as she chucked before replying, “mhm, i think you could give yourself a good run for your money.” she giggled as she felt her heart rate get a little faster at the thought.

after a little longer of laughing and cuddling, y/n reluctantly pulled herself away from christian and the cosy comfort of his bed to head to the toilet. she picked up christian’s previously discarded jersey from the floor and slipped it over her head, breathing in his scent as she padded off, feeling completely and utterly in love with the boy.

christian stayed lay on the bed watching on as she headed into the en-suite. his heart fluttered seeing her wearing nothing but his jersey with his last name and number on the back, a smile creeping onto his face as he thought about his surname becoming hers one day.

his eyes glanced over to his bedside drawer as he contemplated what to do next, his mind going crazy. was he really going to propose to her in their bedroom, wearing nothing but his boxers, following an evening of sex?

christian took a deep breath as he pulled back the drawer to his bedside cabinet, easily locating the square black box.

hearing the toilet flush and the tap run, he quickly made the decision, deciding there would be no time better than right now. he closed the drawer and pulled back the duvet, putting the ring down on the mattress behind his back.

christian wasn’t paying much attention when y/n returned, his mind too busy trying to scramble together the right words to ask the biggest question he would ever emit. she climbed in under the duvet to join him, frowning when she attempted to snuggle up into his chest and he didn’t move to welcome her in like he normally did. she looked up to face him, jutting out her bottom lip to give him a playfully angry look.

“excuse me, do i not deserve a cuddle?” she pouted up at him and he felt his heart start to go crazy as he realised what he was about to do.

“chris? are you okay, baby?” she asked, slightly concerned as she tried to make sense of what was going on.

“i just, i don’t want you to be upset that i’ve not made this a big deal. but to me it feels right, there is nowhere i’m happier than when i’m at home and it’s just me and you.” he spoke, eyes fixated on the space between them in the bed as he was unable to look at her.

“did you knock your head when i was in the bathroom?” y/n laughed with a confused look still spread across her face, completely dumbfounded as to what her boyfriend was going on about.

he continued, “i don’t want to do some big grand gesture just for the sake of it because that’s not us.” he gathered us the courage to look at y/n, her nose scrunched up in confusion. “all i want… all i want is you. i just want you, forever and ever.”

she let out a small, unsure laugh. “you’ve got me, baby.” she spoke softly, still perplexed where this had all came from, and where it was going.

“no, you don’t understand.” he took a deep breath before continuing, “i want you to be with me forever, to be the one waiting for me at home when i’ve had a shit day at training, to be the one i look for pitch side when i win a big game… to be the one who looks after me and brings me soup when i’m sick, and not just because that’s all you can cook.”

she let out a little laugh at that before letting him continue.

“i want you to be the one i watch walking down the aisle to me, waiting for you to take my hand and tell me you want to spend the rest of your life with me just as much as i do you.”

all the pieces started to fall into place and y/n’s heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest. she watched on as christian reached behind him to retrieve the black box, tears filling in her eyes as she clasped her hand over her mouth at the realisation of what was happening.

christian climbed off the bed and walked round to her side of the bed, crouching down onto one knee as he opened the box, a beautiful oval diamond, similar to the ones she had jokingly put in his instagram dm’s, shining in the low light coming from the bedside lamps.

“y/n, baby, will you marry me?” his brown eyes glistened as he nervously looked up at y/n, her eyes now watering too as she stared at the man who she loved with all her heart. suddenly she felt all her dreams coming true. all the time she had spent thinking about starting their own little family together, growing old together. it was all becoming a reality.

y/n let out a sob, tears now streaming down her face as she nodded. she didn't try to say anything, knowing full well the lump in her throat wouldn't allow her to.

a bright smile lit up christian’s face as pulled the ring from the box, his hands just as shakey as hers as he slipped the beautiful diamond onto her finger.

“oh my god.” y/n choked out, her heart feeling like it was ready to burst as she moved her hand back and forth, watching at the diamond dazzled.

he was now her fiancé. his glistening dark eyes were wide with love and his hair a total fluffy mess from y/n’s hands tugging at it earlier on that evening. he looked so beautiful, and she couldn’t believe he was all hers forever.

she opened up her arms and christian gladly met her embrace, pulling himself off the floor and falling into her arms in a cuddly mess on the bed.

“it’s you and me forever, baby.”

[hongjoongtime117]

Legos or My Dick?

This is my first fic, so any feedback or suggestions are welcomed! Special thanks to my beta reader for helping this come together!

Pairing Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa

Genre SMUT (MDNI)

Word count 3.9k

Dom!Hongjoong Sub!Seonghwa, pet names, choking, orgasm control, probably other shit I forgot, lemme know lol

If there’s one thing Hongjoong knows, it’s his boyfriend’s love for Legos and he decides to test just how deep that love is.

Hongjoong has just arrived home after a long night in the studio to Seonghwa building an Animal Crossing lego set at his desk. He missed Hwa dearly and came up behind him in his comfy chair, gently wrapping his arms around his neck, kissing the top of his head.

“Hi, my Star. How was your day?”

Seonghwa looks up at Joong so his forehead is resting under his chin, Hongjoong lightly kissing his lips.

“It would have been better if I hadn’t spent most of it alone.” The slight bitterness in his tone makes Hongjoong’s heart sink a little.

“I’m sorry, my love. I was working on guides and lost track of time” Joong pouts into his boyfriend’s mouth. He places feather light kisses to the tip of his nose, each cheek, and then on his forehead.

“You always lose track of time in the studio. I feel like I spend more time with my Legos than with you.”

Hongjoong pulls up an extra chair to sit with Hwa at the desk, and says simply, “Well now you can spend time with both.” He picks up the discarded instructions and begins reading them, a confused look quickly spreads across his face.

“Joongie” Hwa sighs, “It’s really not that difficult.”

He softly giggles as he scoots some of the pieces over to his boyfriend.

“Let me show you what to do!”

They spent what seems like hours building that damn Animal Crossing set. Joong getting frustrated at times by the sheer amount of Legos involved in the build. Seonghwa would giggle as his boyfriend would bite his lip and knit his brows in pure concentration. He reveled in the fact that he was getting to share one of his favorite hobbies with one of his favorite people.

The closeness and the joy radiating off of Seonghwa made Hongjoong crave him in a different way. Fuck, he was so attractive when he was focused on these damn Legos. He grabs the arms of the rolling chair and pulls Seonghwa to him, until they’re knee to knee. Seonghwa startled a bit, pulled out of his focus on the almost completed set. Looking up, he focuses on his boyfriend’s face and sees the look in his eyes that he can immediately decipher. Hongjoong seats himself on his lap and begins trailing soft, open mouth kisses down his boyfriend’s long, gorgeous neck.

“Joongie, we’re not even finished with this yet” he pouts, as he tries to stop the current attack on his neck.

Hongjoong pulls back, looking at Hwa with a contemplative look. He tilts his head to the side and bites his lip.

“My Star, I have a question for you. And give me an honest answer.” Hwa raises an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Ok, shoot.”

“If you had to choose, Legos, or my dick, what would your choice be?”

He puts his hand on his chin, looking like he’s giving it some serious thought.

“You truly want to know that answer?” he snickers. “If I HAD to choose, definitely Legos.” Seonghwa knew that would absolutely not be his choice, but he had to tease him somehow for leaving him alone all day.

Hongjoong’s mouth drops open slightly at the pure shock of what his boyfriend had just said. After his brain comes back online, he looks at Hwa with a hunger in his eyes that say he’s intending to change that answer.

Hongjoong grabs a fist full of Seonghwa’s long raven hair, and pulls hard, causing his eyes to roll back. “Wrong answer, love. After I’m finished with you, my dick is going to be the only thing on your mind” he whispers into his ear before he gently bites down. Seonghwa shivers in anticipation for what’s about to happen. He knew what buttons he was pushing when he “chose” Legos over dick.

“This pretty little neck of yours is so bare, my precious star” Hongjoong growls lowly into his ear. He sinks his teeth into the unmarked skin of the pretty boy beneath him and begins to suck, causing Seonghwa to let out a gasp he was trying so desperately to hold back.

He takes a break from the very visible purpling bruises already forming on Seonghwa’s neck. Nuzzling him, speaking into his soft skin “You want to rethink your answer?” The older shakes his head, wanting to continue this game and see just how far he can push him. Hongjoong was enjoying the stubbornness, because the more stubborn he was, the more satisfying it would be when he finally broke his beautiful boyfriend and had him crying on his dick.

“Such a shame” Joong smiled condescendingly as he straddles him. “I REALLY wanted to give you a treat since you’ve been such a patient, good boy all day” he says with a mocking pout. Seonghwa squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lower lip so hard, he thought he might draw blood. “Good boy” always goes straight to his head. Both of them.

Hongjoong begins sliding his good boy’s t-shirt from his slender, toned body, ridding him of it. He tosses it to the floor of their pristine room, which he knows will drive the other insane. “Now be my good boy, and keep your hands on the arms of this chair, and DON’T MOVE. Do you understand me?” Seonghwa stares at him with wide boba eyes, audibly gulps, and nods his head while doing as he’s told. Seonghwa is now fully hard under Hongjoong, the latter runs his hands slowly from Seonghwa’s slutty little waist, upwards, until his thumbs reach the perfect little nubs just waiting to be teased. He begins rubbing feather light circles around them, and they perk up at the touch. He takes one into his wet, warm, and waiting mouth, going between flicking it expertly with his tongue, and pinching it lightly between his teeth. He never stops the assault moving to the other nipple, making sure that each receives equal attention. Seonghwa’s breathing is starting to become labored as he’s making the smallest of noises. Hongjoong, unsatisfied with this, knows that Seonghwa is holding back, trying to drive him insane, Hongjoong re-doubles his efforts. He kisses a trail, hot and sloppy, right down the middle of his body, while dropping to his knees in front of him. He stops when he reaches the waistband of Hwa’s sweatpants and notices the twitch it causes. The younger looks up at him with that damn demon smile.

“Still sticking with that answer, precious?”

Seonghwa’s lips lightly parted, looking down at the man before him, again nods his head. Hongjoong clicks his tongue is disapproval.

“Lift your hips.” He commands, as he quickly pulls off Seonghwa’s sweatpants and boxers in one go.

Now with Seonghwa fully naked Hongjoong can’t help but admire the absolute god he’s kneeled in front of. As bad as he wants to impale this beautiful man on his hard cock, he wants to drag this out until his boyfriend is crying with need.

He grips Seonghwa’s hips, licking and kissing on either side of Seonghwa’s steadily leaking dick, making him buck his hips and remove one of his hands from the arm of the chair.

“Joong, please” he whispers breathlessly.

Hongjoong stops his ministrations and harshly grabs the wrist of the hand currently in his hair holding on for dear life.

“Someone’s not being a very good boy, are they? I thought I told you to keep your hands to yourself, star.”

Hongjoong stands up from his kneeled position quietly and walks away as a low whine leaves Seonghwa’s throat.

“No, Joongie, I’ll be good, I’m promise” fear in his voice that his boyfriend was going to leave him there, embarrassingly hard and dripping.

Hongjoong finally reaches the dresser and pulls out a couple of ties and a cock ring. He returns to his desperate boyfriend, once again dropping to his knees in front of him, and begins expertly tying the ties he had brought around Seonghwa’s wrists, effectively removing the use of his hands.

“This is what happens when you decide to be naughty and not listen to what I told you” he smirks up at him.

Hongjoong dangles the cock ring in between his thumb and forefinger, showing what else is in store for his precious little star. He places it in his mouth, and Seonghwa’s eyes go wide, clenching and unclenching his hands, nervous, but excited for what he feels is about to happen.

With the cock ring in his mouth, Hongjoong places his hands on the toned, tan thighs of his pretty man and in one go, deep throats his dick while also using his perfect teeth to fit the cock ring in its rightful place. Seonghwa lets out the most guttural moan Hongjoong thinks he’s ever heard come from that stubborn mouth. His shining eyes glazed over and panting heavily, Seonghwa still manages to be a little brat.

“Still choosing the Legos, Captain” he manages in between pants, mouth quirking up just a little bit at the edges.

Hongjoong pulls his mouth off his beautiful dick and begins undressing himself. Slowly and very teasingly.

As soon as his upper body is full uncovered, Seonghwa runs his tongue over his plump lips, thinking of all the things he’d love to do to the man in front of him, if only he was allowed to touch.

“Fuck Joong, you’re so gorgeous. Please, can I touch”

Hongjoong chuckles. “You think you’ve earned that, dear Hwa?”

Seonghwa pathetically whines, knowing from this point on, he’s about to lose this battle. He’s hardly hanging on as it is and Hongjoong has BARELY touched him. In the midst of their conversation, Hongjoong has rid himself of his pants and boxers, giving Seonghwa full view of his stunning body, and his red, swollen, delicious looking dick.

Hongjoong perches himself back onto Seonghwa’s lap, and the latter has his head down, trying to avoid looking at Hongjoong because he’s losing all sense of self control. He feels a grip on his chin, and his head being lifted to meet the dark, hungry eyes of his boyfriend.

“I want you to look at me as I break you and make you cry for my dick.”

Grip still steady on his chin, eyes locked, Hongjoong begins grinding into Seonghwa, the friction causing his eyes to roll back and his useless hands to clench so hard his knuckles turn white. Hongjoong finally releases his grip from Seonghwa’s chin, only to move it between the two of them, gripping their dicks slick with pre cum and jerking them off together. Seonghwa’s eyes are closed as he’s letting out a string of breathy moans and whines.

“I still want your eyes on me, Hwa.”

Seonghwa opens his eyes to look at the man currently stroking their dicks and tears are beginning to form. Hongjoong admires the way it makes it look like the stars shine in his eyes.

“Good boy” Hongjoong purrs, and the praise goes straight to his head.

As Hongjoong has set a low, torturous pace, Seonghwa is growing frustrated due to the feeling rising in his gut, and remembering that he indeed has the cock ring still placed at the base of his dick.

“Joongie, please. I need… I need to cum” he whimpers.

“Awww, you think you can beg your way out now, pretty?”

He strokes them once more and completely halts. Hot tears have now escaped Seonghwa’s eyes and are rolling down his flushed cheeks.

“What’s your answer now, my love? Still the same, huh?” Hongjoong questions as he licks the salty tears from Seonghwa’s face.

“Yes, still my Legos” his voice coming out raspy from the dryness that has settled in his throat.

Hongjoong trails another series of wet, open mouthed kisses down Seonghwa’s body, shiny with sweat, until he once more reaches this throbbing dick.

He kitten licks every inch of skin on Seonghwa’s very angry dick before engulfing it in his warm, slick mouth. He inches down until his forehead was flush with Seonghwa’s rock hard abdomen. He swallows hard around him, as Seonghwa throws his head back and lets out a scream of Hongjoong’s name.

Hongjoong pulls off and looks up at the mess that is his boyfriend.

“That’s it, let me hear your pretty voice screaming my name.”

Hongjoong’s eyes search for a bottle of lube, and he finds one within reach on the shelves under Seonghwa’s desk. The click of the cap had Seonghwa’s heart racing a million miles a minute. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take this. His need to cum overwhelming any other thoughts in his brain. Yes, even Legos. But he’s not about to outright let Hongjoong know that. He also wasn’t going to let him know that the lube wasn’t necessary, as he had prepped himself thoroughly earlier, putting in Hongjoong’s favorite plug, in hopes of having Hongjoong’s dick stuffed deep inside of him. He’d let him figure that out on his own.

Generously coating his fingers, he instructs the older to place his feet on the chair to give him better access. His mouth drops open as he wasn’t prepared for the sight he saw in front of him. The chrome silver plug with the star gem, sitting snugly in Seonghwa’s tight hole.

“Fuck, Hwa. You drive me fucking insane, do you know that?”

Seonghwa gives him a knowing smile.

“That was the plan, Joongie”

Hongjoong stands up and immediately unties Seonghwa’s wrist restraints, pulling him to his feet and bends him over the desk. Seonghwa gasps loudly as Hongjoong places his hand on the dip of his back and not so gently pulls the plug out just enough to stretch before shoving it back in. His voice dripping with lust.

“You knew you were going to be stuffed full with my dick tonight, didn’t you my precious star?” Hongjoong taunts, still toying with the plug.

Seonghwa chokes on a moan trying to come forward as Hongjoong is roughly fucking him with the plug.

“Yes, Captain, yes!” The tears have returned to the corners of his eyes as the pleasure is taking over.

“You enjoy being a little stubborn brat, so I can fuck you stupid on my dick, don’t you, baby?”

Hongjoong finally pulls the plug out completely, tossing it aside where it falls with a gentle clang. He pulls Seonghwa up so his back is against his chest and he strokes his dick with one hand, as the other comes around to play with his perked nipples. All that comes from Seonghwa’s mouth is a string of unintelligible syllables.

“Already can’t form a thought and my dick isn’t even inside you yet” Hongjoong scoffs, grabbing Seonghwa’s long, shiny hair and pushes him forward until his cheek rest on the desk. Seonghwa throws his arms wide searching for a handhold, trying to ground himself and in turn, destroys the Animal Crossing Lego set they had been working on beforehand.

“Joong, look what you did” he pouts and whines.

“No baby, look what YOU did. You had to push my buttons. You being a naughty boy did this. Don’t worry, we can rebuild it later after I’ve fucked you senseless.”

Hongjoong shoves his long, curved dick into Seonghwa’s hot hole dripping with the lube he prepped himself with earlier.

“Fuck, you made it nice and wet for me, huh pretty?” Hongjoong snakes a hand around Seonghwa’s front to put a pleasant pressure on his throat that had his head swimming.

“Oh god, Joong. Harder, please.” He wasn’t sure if he meant his hand, or his already toe curling thrusts, so he gave him both. One particular thrust hit Seonghwa’s prostate dead on and had him drooling and babbling underneath Hongjoong. Hongjoong lifts up one of Seonghwa’s legs, bending it and placing it on the desk, giving him an even better position to abuse his lover’s sweet spot.

Hand still gripping his throat tightly, but making sure he’s still able to breathe, he kisses down Seonghwa’s back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He continues to piston his hips full force into the man below him, the sound of slapping skin, whines, growls, and moans filling the room. Seonghwa doesn’t know up from down at this point and is sobbing from the relentless abuse on his prostate.

“Joongie, holy shit… please… let me cum. I’ll be such a good boy. I… I promise” he manages between his sobs.

Hongjoong pinches a nipple with his free hand, while pulling him back by his throat until Seonghwa’s back meets his chest.

“You’ll take what I give you, my slutty little star” he whispers sweetly into his ear.

Although Hongjoong can feel he’s close to the edge, dragging this out also being pure torture to himself as well.

“You feel so good, so tight around my dick.” Those words make Seonghwa clench hard around him. “Jesus Christ, are you trying to take my dick off?”

Seonghwa lets out a low, long whine and he can feel Hongjoong throbbing inside of him as he keeps clenching, trying to milk everything he can from the man fucking him stupid. The friction and the deep, methodically placed thrusts are driving Seonghwa mad.

Hongjoong isn’t quite ready for this to end, so he immediately pulls out and drops to the floor. He grabs Seonghwa’s plump ass cheeks, so hard that he knows it’ll leave bruises, and spreads them apart, admiring the leaking, gaping hole in between them. He then lets go to watch them jiggle back into place, and sinks his teeth into each one. Seonghwa squeaks at the mix of pain and pleasure, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back. Once he’s left very visible, red, swollen, perfect teeth marks in each of his boyfriend’s cheeks, he spreads them apart again, and with absolutely no warning to Seonghwa, sticks his tongue right inside that beautiful hole and begins fucking him with it.

“God fucking damn, Captain. Your tongue feels amazing” he purrs at the man on his knees, knowing the title strokes his ego.

Feeding off of Seonghwa’s words, he re-doubles his efforts, and Seonghwa harshly pulls on Hongjoong’s dark hair, trying to push him closer, almost suffocating him. This doesn’t stop Hongjoong at all. If he dies, this will be one hell of a way to do so, and you would hear no complaints from him.

Seonghwa’s legs are like jello and he’s sure they will give out at any moment from the sheer amount of pleasure that has been coursing through his body. Hongjoong can sense that he is incredibly overwhelmed at this point so he decides to end his worship of the tight hole of his pretty boyfriend, and instead sits in the chair and pulls Seonghwa to him.

“You want to prove you’re a good boy and you deserve to cum for me?” Hongjoong’s half lidded, dark eyes looking up at the fucked out man above.

“Yes, Captain. I can prove I’m your good boy. Your perfect star.”

“Then come here, pretty, and ride me. Show me how much you want it.”

Seonghwa’s hovered over his boyfriend’s beautiful dick in an instant. So quickly that the desperation in him makes Hongjoong chuckle. Seonghwa decided to be just a little bit of a brat, trying to gain back a hint of control, and painfully slow, slides down Hongjoong’s dick. He glares at Seonghwa, fire in his eyes and he lands a loud, sharp smack to his ass. He lets out a scream, tears stinging his eyes yet again, and drops his head onto Hongjoong’s shoulder.

“I was just being a good boy, and doing what you asked, Captain” he says innocently into his neck.

“Mmm, malicious compliance, my dear Hwa. I want you to ride me like this is the last time you’ll get a taste of my dick.”

“As you wish, Captain” a bit of mocking undertone in his voice.

Seonghwa sets a steady pace, grinding his hips and making sure to drive Hongjoong mad by clenching as hard as he can. In an effort to keep focus off the overstimulation he’s feeling from the teasing he’s earned himself tonight, he licks into Hongjoong’s mouth, entangling his long, wet tongue with his. The kisses are hungry and desperate as Seonghwa is well past his limit and Hongjoong very closely reaching his own.

Hongjoong breaks their kiss, a string of saliva still attaching them. “You ride me so well. You were fucking made for me. See, THIS is you being a good boy. And good boys earn treats.”

“Oh god, please, please, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

Hongjoong FINALLY pulls the cock ring off of Seonghwa’s hot, angry, profusely leaking dick. Seonghwa is absolutely sobbing now at the thought of release being SO CLOSE. Hongjoong picks up the pace in his thrusts, slamming into Seonghwa with fervor. Seonghwa can feel Hongjoong throbbing inside of him, his hips stuttering.

Hongjoong kisses the tears of his shaking, sobbing little star before whispering in his ear “Cum for me, Hwa.” Seonghwa chants of Hongjoong’s name as they cum at the same time. Seonghwa sees stars and swears he momentarily passed out. Hongjoong biting into Seonghwa’s shoulder to ground himself from the pure electricity of his own orgasm. Seonghwa slumps, absolutely exhausted, against the man he loves more than anything. Yes, even more then Legos.

Hongjoong carries Seonghwa to their bed, donned with comfy silk sheets, while he goes to gather some things. Seonghwa sniffles as he tries pulling Hongjoong back onto the bed with him.

“Where are you going?” He looks at Hongjoong with pleading eyes. He really hopes he’s not even THINKING about leaving him to go work on something.

“Baby, we need to get cleaned up, and I’m grabbing you some water and a snack.”

“Oh.”

Seonghwa felt silly for thinking that Hongjoong would just leave him all alone.

Hongjoong returns with a warm damp cloth, a water bottle, and a bowl of strawberries. He wipes down his lover as gently as he can. Seonghwa winces, still feeling the aftershocks of his intense orgasm.

“I’m so sorry, my love.”

“It’s ok, Joongie. It was so worth it” he smiles contentedly at him.

Hongjoong kisses his nose and smiles back at him, his perfect smile melting Seonghwa’s heart, yet again.

“You need to eat your snack, and please drink your water. You definitely need it after that” concern lacing his voice.

Hongjoong climbs behind Seonghwa on the bed and wraps his arms around him, placing gentle kisses on the marks and bruises he had left earlier, as Seonghwa enjoys his delicious strawberries.

“Thank you for always taking care of me, my love.”

“Seonghwa, there is nothing more I’d rather do in this life. Or my next one.”

Seonghwa finishes both his strawberries and his water and Hongjoong lays them down together. Ah, how he loves being the big spoon.

“My star, I do have a question for you though” He is giggling before he can even ask it.

“What is it, my love?”

“Legos, or my dick?”

“If me choosing Legos gets me fucked like THAT, then I’m sticking with the Legos.”

They both fall into a fit of laughter before snuggling in closer together and finally letting their exhaustion take over.

[angelicpoison12]

finding out about Valentino ❤︎︎☁︎✧₊⁺

It was nearly three in the morning, and Angel wasn’t home. You were getting worried. I mean, you knew Angel’s job was time consuming, but.. Did it really have to take this long to do a single scene?

MFM/MFA, SFW, MENTIONS OF ABUSE, BONE CRUSHING ANGST, PILLOWY COMFORT

reverse comfort fic, small argument, Angel has walls around his heart have mercy y’all, wholesome cuddles, sfw

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you heard the hotel doors swing open. you rushed downstairs, still in your pajamas. you excitedly chirped, “Angel! baby, i-“ he walked right past you, making a small bit of your heart shatter. uh, okay.. that wasn’t normal. not at all. you followed behind Angel, not necessarily nagging him, but kind of acting as a makeshift shadow. “c’mon Angel, what’s wrong?” you asked finally after five minutes. Angel wouldn’t look at you. he had on a huge pink feathered robe and his pink sunglasses. you were getting upset that he was ignoring you. “damnit, answer me-!” you nearly wailed, tears welling up in my eyes. Angel was still as a statue, a staring contest ensuing between the two of you. “look, you’re gonna have to take off your glasses to take off your makeup. you do know that, right?” “course’ I do, toots.” finally. he’d finally said something to you. but there was a bitter edge to it… why? your eyes saddened. “Angel, what’s wrong? baby, please, tell me… was it something I did-?” “no! it wasn’t you, toots, i promise.” Angel assured you. you crossed your arms.

“was it the shoot tonight?”

“no..”

“was it tips?”

“no!”

“then what was it?”

“i can’t tell you! jus’ leave it, okay?”

“why not?!”

“i just can’t!” Angel bellowed at you. you flinched slightly, wincing at his tone. you sighed, growing tired of arguing. “look.. i’ll be in bed with Nuggets, okay? i love you,” you tried to peck Angel’s cheek, but he squirmed away, and it made you want to sob.

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Angel spent at least twenty minutes in the bathroom. you didn’t want to annoy him, so you didn’t bring it up when he lethargically climbed into bed. Nuggets oinked and nosed at Angel’s arm, sliding underneath one of his arms. slowly, you wrapped your arms around Angel’s waist, whispering, “Is this okay?” all he did was nod. you could tell he wasn’t in the mood to talk. with a soft sigh, you whispered, “look.. I’m sorry for interrogating you. i didn’t think about how it’d make you feel. it’s just-Angel, when you come home like that, it worries me..” your voice cracked a little at the end, and you buried my head into his chest lovingly. Angel wrapped his arms around you, sighing. “i was in the wrong too. i’m sorry, toots,” his voice was tender, his lips soft against your forehead.

“it was Val…”

“i’m sorry?” you asked, perking up and looking at Angel.

he sighed tiredly, chuckling dryly. “right.. i forgot you don’t know who my boss is. he just put me through the ringer tonight-nothin’ too bad,” you quirked a brow at that. “are you sure, Angel? you don’t seem okay.” Angel gazed at you, asking with a bitter snort, “i thought you were gonna stop interrogatin’ me?” “and i thought you were gonna stop hiding your feelings?” you retorted back. you two weren’t cuddling anymore; now fully sitting up, looking at each other with venom dipped daggers in your eyes.

that’s when you noticed Angel had a black eye.

you slowly cupped his face, silent as you observed the damage. you then quietly asked, “…who did this?” “it’s nothin’ ta worry about, i promise-“ “Angel.” your voice was firm. he stopped talking, and actually swallowed. you’d never fucking seen him look so terrified in your time of knowing him. you realized just how dangerous this situation was, becoming aware of the piranha infested waters you were willingly submerging yourself in. “Angel, i need you to be honest with me.” all he did was nod in response. taking in a shaky breath, you asked, “did Val do this to you?” he nodded quietly, just once. “are you absolutely positive that you’re okay for the most part?” he nodded again, only once, again. you pecked his forehead, whispering, “then I won’t worry too much. just.. keep me updated when you’re out for that long again, okay?”

as the sky grew darker, you whispered, “i love you, Angel.. i promise, you’ll be free. i’ll find a way.” you felt Angel’s nose nuzzle my hair, mumbling, “good luck, toots. he’s got me in a hell of a fixin’.” “i’m sure it’s nothing i can’t handle.” you told Angel in a soft yet confident voice.

you were going to find a way to get him free. even if it took you taking his place.

— ❤︎︎ —

[artxsticsuper]

[AU] 4☆Town: BirdTown & Headcanons

The long awaited 4*Town AU is finally here! I honestly forgot I had this in my drafts. Although I’m not so active in the fanbase anymore, I do want to share this in case if I don’t return any time soon. But the designs of each member may still be in development. So enjoy!

Also, if I do return to the 4*Town fanbase and expand on this AU, I might add more headcanons to this post in the future.

About BirdTown is an AU where each 4Town member is a bird species linked with their spiritual and symbolic meaning based on personality. All members are able to shapeshift into their bird and they have their own outfits based off of them which will be posted later in the future. I’m still working on their designs!

The personality traits are part of my headcanons for all members but they are specifically linked with the bird itself.

NOTE: This AU is only made for fun just to get an idea of what bird each member would be related to. A good portion of the headcanons are a bit random but they are created to closely fit with the members.

Robaire - Indian Peacock

Personality: outgoing, confident, friendly, dramatic, expressive

Symbolism: royalty, confidence, strength, power, divinity, respect, honor, beauty

Headcanons

✰ Robaire is an absolute show-off; like the peacock, he’s the type to constantly put on a show by expressing himself with what he does. One thing Robaire and peacocks have in common is being able to attract others.

✰ His outfit and feathers match his signature color but still has similar colors to the Indian peacock.

✰ 100% a Charmer

✰ He’s somehow able to fly with his big ass tail and he loves carrying people bridal style when he does.

✰ Robaire is romantic and an absolute flirt. He can become a tease by brushing you with his own tail feathers or revealing his entire chest if you do manage to become his soulmate.

✰ He sometimes even bounces his pecs 😳

(it’s rare for him to do that publicly because his fans go absolutely apeshit when he does that)

✰ If you do tend to stare at Robaire (specifically his chest, abs, feathers, etc.) for too long, he would say things like “My eyes are up here mon amour.” or “See something you like?” This man likes to tease you moments before you snap out of it [if you get flustered, he finds it cute so don’t worry about apologizing].

✰ Robaire can be extra, but he means well. He doesn’t do this in an arrogant manner.

✰ He can sometimes be dramatic, sometimes in order to gain the band their attention; if any of the other members pluck at least one of his feathers, he will either act like he’s in pain or release a full out moan [Robaire mostly does this jokingly]

✰ But the chances of him moaning are low since he only does that when the feathers are pulled too hard.

[T would probably yank the feathers on purpose just to get him to moan 😭]

*in a whiny voice* “Broooo, be careful with the feathers!”

“Dude, I didn’t even pluck them that hard!”

✰ Robaire can be overprotective with his tail but he doesn’t mind if anyone wants one of his feathers as long as they don’t overdo it. He will tell them to be careful because he is sensitive.

✰ Speaking of his tail, he has a big one 👀

✰ The tail length is around 6’2” if you count his full body (I think he would be around 5’9”). Because Robaire is still a human, his tail is longer than the average length of a peacock.

✰ When touching his tail, it usually feels soft. This man takes care of himself 👍

✰ When Robaire opens his tail feathers, he will do a “mating call” (specifically just starts singing) to grab people’s attention, especially if he finds someone he likes or his future soulmate. If his target is uninterested or annoyed, he will eventually stop.

✰ Robaire can still somehow dance whether his tail is opened or not, but it becomes more challenging due to the extra weight.

Jesse - Mountain Bluebird

Personality: Intelligent, territorial, patient, gentle

Symbolism: Joy, fertility, loyalty, fulfillment, hope, prosperity, serenity

Headcanons

✰ Jesse is a gentle, but slightly overprotective soul. Bluebirds almost enjoy people’s company as long as they’re not a threat to their territory.

✰ His outfit is covered in different shades of blue, mixed with white and a little bit of cream.

✰ Usually, Jesse would wear light teal sapphire jewelry.

✰ His forearms would usually be covered in paint but they have small little patterns that resemble a mini version of his feathers.

✰ His kids absolutely LOVE playing with his wings. They sometimes even use them as blankets whenever Jesse lets them sleep in his room.

✰ Jesse would sometimes carve little drawings into trees. Besides being able to do pottery, he is an artist.

✰ Jesse’s feathers are definitely soft, especially after he takes a shower and dries himself.

✰ He’ll let you touch his wings but he might start blushing if you end up touching around his marginal covert feathers. He gets caught off-guard by it and he may be a bit ticklish in that region.

✰ The size of Jesse’s wings are large enough to cover up most of his whole body.

✰ His feathers can puff up when he’s in a flustered, alert, or embarrassed state.

✰ If you were to be his soulmate, he finds it adorable when you bury your face in his chest or his wings 😭💕 It makes him feel safe and it urges him to protect you at all costs.

✰ He would sometimes make gifts for you! (Decorated cups, mugs, some of his feathers, etc.)

✰ While he’s alone, he loves singing with other birds.

✰ He has the ability to mimic some bird species, usually by his whistling.

✰ Jesse can also be as extra as Robaire, but only to a degree. He can be neutral about what fits with his style and tries not to do too little or too much.

✰ He loves the rain! If he finds out you also love the rain, he’ll offer you to dance with him 👀 Jesse can dance without the rain but he has a thing for it (unless it’s heavy rain cuz he’ll get fussy)

✰ We all know Jesse smells like literal milk chocolate and wet rocks right? His scent is all over his body, including his feathers. It rarely leaves him.

✰ Speaking of rocks, he has a habit of skipping them in lakes while he’s either bored or watching the view.

Tae Young - White Dove

Personality: Friendly, loyal, empathetic, gentle

Symbolism: Love, peace, freedom, renewal, transformation, hope

Headcanons

✰ Tae Young’s a sweetheart, no exceptions… UNLESS you piss him off; he can spit out a handful. Doves are usually gentle and friendly as they represent a symbol of love, peace, renewal, and spirituality.

✰ This is a bit of an obvious pick since Tae fosters injured doves. But he definitely gets along with them and other birds. He also gets along with other animals 💕

✰ Tae’s whole outfit mainly consists of white and pastel shades of pink.

✰ Similar to Jesse and doves, Tae is also gentle for the most part.

✰ He is usually quiet but doesn’t mind a quick chat with a few people.

✰ As much as he is usually not the type to be aggressive, he can get irritated easily when people test him, including those who treat him like a child.

✰ Definitely an animal guy 🐾 He has the ability to charm other animals. He’s kind of like the Pied Piper of New York who was able to summon raccoons with a flute.

✰ His wings are mostly white but the feather tips are pink!

✰ Some of the feathers on his wings look so fluffy, they almost resemble fur rather than actual feathers.

✰ Tae has a thing for hanging out in trees. One time, he tried rescuing someone’s cat from a tree. It took a few tries but he eventually got in the hang of his own grip.

✰ If you tend to spot him in places like parks, do expect him to sometimes feed birds he comes across.

✰ Just like Jesse, he loves singing with birds alone. He may have a few of them sitting on his shoulders or his head.

✰ Bro somehow manages to be friends with the whole entire forest regardless of how much effort he does.

[He might secretly be Snow White 😳]

✰ Tae can get startled easily; when in this state, his feathers puff up similar to Jesse’s.

✰ He has a thing for lotus flowers! If he manages to give you one, TAKE IT.

✰ Literally the only reasons why he has doves on his head is because 1. His hair is so damn soft and 2. He would occasionally put seeds up there while feeding them.

✰ Similar to Jesse, Tae makes gifts for you! However, he would occasionally send little messages, especially if he’s willing to hang out with you.

Aaron T. - Scarlet Macaw

Personality: Playful, active, outgoing, energetic, affectionate

Symbolism: Power, visibility, good fortune, grace, ease, peace, trust

Headcanons

✰ Aaron T. is an absolute goofball and very extroverted. Scarlet macaws are known to be energetic and can get affectionate when being with loved ones.

✰ Bro’s outfit and wings are FILLED with bright colors. Very colorful and stylish ✨ he’s like a walking rainbow.

✰ It is uncommon for this man to be quiet for at least a day. If you see him being more than quiet than usual, then something is wrong. Unless, he is alone or just bored.

✰ T can be loud at times, but he can pipe down a bit after annoying the shit out of people, especially if he is annoying any of the other band members.

✰ Just like Robaire, he can be a show-off with those bright ass colors on his wings. They pop out a lot better during the day.

✰ He Doesn’t mind getting messy, but still takes care of himself.

✰ Speaking of messy, HE CAN PAINT. I can picture him doing paintings for and with his siblings.

✰ He loves taking people out on flights! Keep in mind, he can and will go fast. That’s his usual speed but T can go slower or faster when asked.

✰ T may go overboard at times while flying but he makes sure anyone he takes out is safe.

[This man is not up for lawsuits or jail time 😭]

✰ I can picture him flying with all of his siblings. Just like Jesse’s kids, they love playing with his wings! Except, they’re a lot more energetic. They would be constantly begging T to fly with him until he accepts it. But trust me, it is rare for him to say no.

✰ He can be a bit of an attention seeker; everyone can be minding their own business and then T would try something like balancing himself on a skateboard with only his hands or try out anything he finds on the internet. He does this publicly, but mostly with the band group because he already knows how his fans behave.

✰ Expect him to be a drama king like Mr. Robaire over here; a drink or something he’s enjoying spills on him or the ground, he’s devastated. He’ll be dead inside.

✰ He sometimes takes his siblings on flights! Not anything too extreme though.

✰ Like Tae, T has a thing for trees. Like he has no problem going up a tall tree and then proceeding to hang upside down or do several positions on the branches.

✰ T can be very impressionable when trolling the fuck out of people. He won’t be saying shit like the n word though because that’s an immediate death wish 💀

[His race isn’t specified but I think him being hispanic works best]

Aaron Z. - Victoria Crowned Pigeon

Personality: Shy, territorial, docile, intelligent

Symbolism: Prosperity, fertility, transformation, peace, faith

Headcanons

[This was a bit of a hard pick since there is not a lot of bird species I could find with the personality that matches him. So to any Aaron Z fans, sorry if you don’t like this bird or if you don’t think it fits him.]

✰ Aaron Z. can be a bit shy and territorial at times, but can still handle socializing with people. Victoria crowned pigeons are usually docile by nature and can be gregarious (sociable).

✰ He has a crown! Each side contains a set of crest feathers.

✰ Z’s outfit is covered in shades of dark blue to purple and hints of burgundy.

✰ His feathers are shiny, especially at night ✨

✰ When they’re soaked, they look even more beautiful. Luckily, the feathers aren’t shiny enough to blind you if he’s ever surrounded by light.

✰ Z would be the type to be annoyed sometimes when Robaire gets extra with his looks, even in situations where it is unnecessary.

✰ HE LETS YOU GIVE HIM HEADPATS 💕 btw, if you ever give him head pats or play with his dreadlocks, he’ll lose his shit (in a good way). Now that’s when you bring out the sweet side of him. He’s almost like a cat because don’t get me started on the kind of noises he makes 😭

✰ The tips of Z’s dreadlocks are dyed white and purple to match his feathers.

✰ I can see Z and Robaire combining their feathers and swapping their outfits. They’re both similar but Robaire shows a little more skin than Z.

✰ Similar to Robaire, Z is also a charmer.

✰ His voice; borderline, ANGELIC. I can see him doing a little serenade with you, kind of like that one scene from The Book Of Life

✰ He definitely takes care of his own feathers [All of the members do usually take care of their feathers]

[sleepyelliee]

jack marston x reader.

before you read !

FEM reader, not really proofread, mostly contains fluff but mentions his parents and past, couple small mentions of the van der linde gang, reader is mentioned to have long hair that's normally braided - no specific hair color! no y/n used. this is my first time writing fanfiction like this, so lmk if I did an mistake or forgot to add another warning !! <3. also you're a farm girl !

credits.. @reddorkredemption for the Jack header! @/xxxbimbobunny @/v6que for the dividers.

<3.

your father always spoke about not to get yourself into wrong groups of people, he always mentioned to stay away from outlaws, gangs or bad men in general, to be aware of people whenever you go out in public because he claimed that people weren't always truthful about their status and reputation.

you always went along with his rules — he was right, there was always something on the newspaper you would receive in your mailbox of your ranch stating another missing girl or someone getting shot or killed. Normally, you would try to avoid any of those circumstances happening to you by staying in your ranch and helping out your father with duties along with your younger siblings.

That all changed when you met a certain boy around your age, Jack Marston. He was a lean man with a slightly muscular build, he seemed to be those cowboys from the past with his hat that was black and gray with a feather poking out from the brim ever so slightly, he always had a serious expression on his face and hardly ever shown a sign of vulnerability. You thought he was good looking, but you would never admit that to anyone with how he carries his gun around his hip in a threatening manner for someone who lived in a sheltered life like yours.

You didn't know how you managed to get yourself tangled into an *outlaw* — something you tried to avoid your whole life but here you were, laying in your bed as you fantasized about the young man and how cute he looked whenever he would visit your farm to buy different diary products off your father because how cheap the price was. This small crush you thought you had eventually became a *huge* and noticable crush as time went on and how often he would visit your families ranch.

....

The cold breeze brushed against your body as you wiped off sweat from your forehead, sighing as you felt the hard labor in today's work before you heard a familiar horse riding up into your ranch. Turning your gaze away from the horses you were taking care of today onto the young man deemed as a gunslinger.

"Hi, miss. Wonderin' if I could get eggs, sorry to disturb you, notice that your father wasn't out here today." He spoke, instantly sending butterflies into your stomach with his quiet grumble when he noticed that his horse wasn't staying put like he told it to be.

"Hey, mister, sorry to inform you but we are out of eggs recently." You muttered as you moved to stand where he was leaning against the fence. You swore you could feel his gaze on you for a brief moment, analyzing each move as your fingers moved to comb the messy strand of hair that managed to slip out of your braid.

Jack stayed quiet for a minute before nodding as he replied, "Alright, then. Thank you for ya help anyway." He soon started to walk away from the fence and mount onto his horse before he called out to you, "Have a great one, miss." Then he quickly left the ranch, the horses footsteps slowly but surely, going quieter as he rode into the distance.

...

Ever since that day, he has been visiting your ranch more and more often, sometimes even ordering large batches to keep the conversation going. You thought he was quiet, but he looked so memorized anytime you would speak about your day in your tired, raspy voice. Jack always claimed that it was just due to not wanting to go home because his *parents* grounded him. But even your younger siblings could've sworn that he had the biggest crush on you and they would tease you endlessly for it.

Your denial of liking or loving an outlaw was soon evaporating when he started to invite you out to different places. As time grew on, he soon found himself more comfortable to take you out to play Blackjack and have you comfortable in his lap, his free hand that wasn't holding the cards would protectively wrap around your waist and hold you close. Jack would soon also allow you to hold his guns, but he would make sure that you wouldn't accidentally pull the trigger and shoot yourself — he was afraid of loosing you too. You start to notice that the initial of your first name would be carved in all of his guns in the same exact spot — on end of each handle so it felt like he was holding you whenever you weren't with him.

God, what would your father think about when he found out about you and your gunslinger of a boyfriend? That question was always back of your mind each time you were with him.

Yet, you guys weren't really dating yet, he was very paranoid and protective of you. That's what you were trying to convince yourself to believe for a very long time before one late night when you were riding together.

...

Jack told you to get off your horse and told you that he had a surprise for you, something very out of the ordinary since most days he was much more direct of whatever he speaks about.

He takes your hand in his, interlocking each finger of yours with his rough hands as he shows you the beautiful stars above you. You were about to question his motives before you got caught off guard with a soft and gentle kiss on your cheek, almost jaw dropping from how gentle he was with you — let alone seeing him this vulnerable.

...

Soon enough, your relationship status was a secret, your father, friends nor your younger siblings knew you were with an outlaw most days. After all, you would simply lie and say you would hang out with your girl friends.

You never imagined to be visiting his ranch, or whatever you want to call it since the land was dry and it was quite dusty, also you noticed that there was hardly any animals living on that farm.

But here you were, sprawled out on his bed as he clung onto you like you were going to disappear magically at any moment as he muttered about the truth about his parents.

"...My mother? Well she...." Jack went silent like a lasso pulling at someone's throat, he was trying to suffocate a cry, to try not to look so vulnerable in front of his sweet girlfriend that he believed he didn't deserve. He knows he killed a man, he was an outlaw, a gunslinger, and a young boy raised in a gang before he became a monster he thought he was.

"Mhm." You hummed, listening to him speak as your free hand that wasn't wrapped around him combed through his black tangled locs. "it's okay, baby." Your lips found his forehead, pressing a couple kisses before you pulled away and rested your head on his chest. You tried to never push him to speak about his past whatsoever, you just listened most of the time and that's what he absolutely adored about you.

thank you sooo much for reading! sorry if this was kinda bad, this was my first time ever writing something like this. ALSO I HAD TO WRITE HIM SINCE THERE IS LITTLE TO BASICALLY NO WRITTING ABOUT HIM!! also, please don't post or copy my writing anywhere else. masterlist.

[cherrygummycandy]

Roommate wanted

DHMIS main trio x Roommate!Reader

(I lied, I was going to post a different pic but forgot I had this in my drafts!)

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Bright colors shine through the windows of the small pink house, cascading off the checker print tiles. This light however, was suddenly dashed with a grunt from a green feathered bird as he slammed shut a curtain. "Ugh, can't the sun move somewhere else, it's ruining my light..." The bird grumbles, readjusting the mirror he has set up on the kitchen table. "Y'alright?" A tall red man asks absentmindedly from the other side of the table, not bothering to look up from his paper. "No! I'm not alright. I'm trying to brush my hair, and the sun is blinding me." The third and final member of the table perks up at this, now interjecting.

"But, you don't have hair, you're a bird." The yellow boy says, head tilted in confusion as he shovels cereal into his mouth. "Feathers are hair for birds, idiot." Duck snaps, The yellow one looks down sadly at this, a slight whine as he goes back to his cereal.

After a few minutes, Red sighs and puts down his paper. "Y'know, I thought something would have happened by now." He says. Duck's brow furrows as he looks up from his mirror, setting down his comb. "You're right, I'm bored. Someone do something. Call someone." He orders. "Call someone? Do we have a phone?" Yellow asks. "Nah, I think that electric person took it a few days ago, remember?" The three shiver at the memory of the small electric girl, and the sounds she made when they swapped her batteries. Duck snaps out of it first, and throws his mirror off the table. "Well, find something to do-" "What's this?" Yellow interjects, picking up the newspaper.

"DON'T INTERRUPT ME!" Duck screeches, only to be ignored by Red. "It's a newspaper." "But what's this say?" Yellow points to an ad, that reads 'Roomate wanted, apply at address below'. Red takes the paper from him, looking closer. "S' a roommate ad. Y'know, for people you live with, like us." He explains, before pausing. His eyes narrow. "Huh. This is our address." Duck snatches the paper. "Our address-" He looks up, even more annoyed. "You put out an ad for another roommate? Am I not enough?". Red shakes his head. "I didn't put out an ad, and he probably didn't either." He glances at yellow. "I don't even think he can read." Red continues to examine the ad, trying to ignore Duck's squabbling. In all this noise, Yellow seems to be the only one to hear a knock on the front door. He hops down from his chair, and heads out of the kitchen. "Where's he going?" Duck asks. The two follow him and peek around the doorframe, watching as he opens the door.

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"Uhm, hello?" You greet, looking down at the odd yellow fellow. "Hello!" He greets you, staring up at you blankly. You wait a few moments, but he doesn't go on. "Oh, for god's sake-" A green bird in a tweed jacket pushes him aside with a grunt. "Who're you?" He asks, eyeing you up and down with furrowed brows. "I'm Y/N, I saw an ad in the paper." You reach into the bag hanging at your side and pull out the scrap of paper. "Yeah, says here 'Roomate wanted'.". You try to hand the bird the paper, but he swats it away. "We've seen the ad, we didn't send it! Go away!" He squawks, attempting to shut the door. A red foot stops it from closing all the way, and a much larger red figure looks down at the bird. "Hold on now, come on. You wanted something to do today, maybe we could use a new roommate." The red man proposes.

"What, No! There's three of us! Just three of us!" The bird exclaims. Once more, the two characters argue back and forth, leaving you confused and feeling awkward on there doorstep. "I'm Yellow. It's nice to meet you, roommate!" The yellow man says, extending a hand happily. "Wha- Oh, no! My name isn't roommate, my name is Y/N." You correct, shaking his hand gently. "So Roomates your last name?" Before you can respond, the duck coughs loudly to get your attention.

"Alright, Roommate. We have decided to allow you to stay here, as long as you're entertaining to me." Duck says. "No, I made the decision you could stay, I pay the rent." Red says. "Do you?" He rolls his eyes. "We've got a spare room, upstairs, to the left. You can set up there." Red offers. "We can have bunk beds!" Yellow exclaims, and Red shakes his head. "No, they'll have their own room." Duck nods in agreement. "But... how can you have bunk beds in two different rooms..." Yellow trails off.

"Thank you! I'll go drop my stuff off now." You thank them and head past the duck, into the house and up the stairs. "You think they'll last?" Duck asks, glancing at tred. "W-what?" Yellow asks, worry evident in his voice. "I mean, anyone new we meet pretty much leaves at the end of the day, so they probably will too." Red shrugs. "I mean, I guess it's possible. Just enjoy it while there here." He heads back into the kitchen. "But, I don't want them to leave, I like Roommate." Yellow whines. Duck only scoffs. "Please you just met them." He moves to follow Red, before stopping and turning back to say,

"and there name isn't roommate."

[mxqlss]

HEATHER — QH43

Sypnosis: In which, you wish you were in Heather’s shoes instead of being the third wheel in Heather and Quinns relationship with each other.

Pairing: QH43 x HEATHER // BSF!READER x QH43

jess' song choice:

December 3rd, 2023

I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater You said it looked better on me than it did you Only if you know how much I liked you

It was the third of December while Quinn and I were taking a walk around Vancouver sightseeing all the places in Vancouver I wanted to go check out and see.

"Y/N, you're freezing!" Quinn said as he pulled me to a stop, my body slightly shivering. I was wearing a jacket that wasn't made very well for the winter in Vancouver, "I'm sure I'll be fine!" I reassured him.

He shook his head at me while he took his sweater off and handed it to me. "Quinn, you'll be freezing!" I said shaking my head no as he offered me his sweater, "I'm wearing a more winter-style jacket for Vancouver, I'm sure I'll be fine" he smiled at me.

I gave in as I took his sweater and put it on, "It feels so funky, how are you comfortable in this and at the same time look good?" I asked as I fixed it to make it more comfortable around my body.

"Not sure, but I know for a fact that it looks better on you than me" he let out a soft chuckle. As we both stood there, Quinn's mouth let out a heavy breath. I looked at him in confusion as I turned around and saw one of our friends, Heather.

But I watch your eyes as she Walks by What a sight for sore eyes Brighter thank the blue sky She's got you mesmerized while I die

As she walked past she gave us a smile and wave, Quinn handing one back as he watched her walk away, he looked at her like he was in love with her every time he would see her.

Every time we would hang out with her, he would be so focused on her, mesmerized by her all the time while he forgot all about me, during parties or as a matter of fact. Anywhere we were with her, he would forget about me. She would have him mesmerized by her while I stood off on the side like a third wheel, dying on the inside.

Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty

July, this year. Quinn had kissed me at the lake house while everyone was gone out doing god knows what. Quinn kissed me, but why me? I wasn't even half as pretty as Heather. Compared to Heather I was nothing, so why did he kiss me and not Heather?

Did Quinn kiss me just to imagine him kissing Heather? I never looked like Heather, talked like her or even acted like her and I can't even be compared to her. No one can be compared to Heather, she was just so pretty and mesmerizing. Why did he ever kiss me when I was nothing like Heather at all?

You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester But you like her better Wish I were Heather

December fifth. It was the day where Quinn, Jack and Luke would play against each other, I was invited to watch on Jack and Luke's behalf while Quinn had invited Heather. I had rode with Jack and Luke since I spent my day with them leading up to the game hour

When Quinn and Heather arrived I felt my heart drop, she was wearing his sweater. The sweater he gave to me to use a few days before when I felt cold. The sweater made me feel closer to him. Heather was wearing it.

Watch as she stands with her, holding your hand Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder But how could I hate her? She's such an angel But then again, kinda wish she were dead as she

They were together, Heather wearing his sweater as she held his hand. Quinn had put his arm around her shoulder, and I felt more colder and more distant. I wanted to hate her, but she was such an angel I couldn't. I wanted to cry in Jack and Luke's arms at that moment

I wanted her dead, but she was such an angel, so sweet and yet so caring. How could anyone hate her? She was Heather, always sweet and light as a feather. No one hated Heather, they all loved her to bits and pieces which made me want her dead even more

Walks by What a sight for sore eyes Brighter thank the blue sky She's got you mesmerized while I die

As Heather walked away to sit in the WAGS box, I stayed behind to give all three hughes boys a good luck hug, but as Heather walked away I saw Quinn do it again. I watched him as his eyes followed her walking away to the box

It had hurt me to see him mesmerized by her and yet only see me as a friend, or best friend. I felt Jack's hand on my back rubbing him softly as he knew how much I liked Quinn. Jack and Luke were the only people who knew I liked Quinn, and they didn't mind me liking him

But Quinn didn't seem to like me back so I hid it away and just stayed as his best friend for years on end, supporting him throughout his career of hockey. I always wished I was Heather, having Quinn look at me the same way he looked at Heather. I wanted to be Heather, but I guess there were different plans for me and it was to stay as his best friend.

Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester But you like her better I wish I were Heather

I had gotten a new job, out in California. I had packed my stuff as I heard a knock at my door, I turned around in confusion slowly opening the door to be face-to-face with Quinn.

"You... You're leaving? For California?" Quinn asked me, I never told anyone except Jack, which I'm sure Jack told Quinn and Luke. I nodded in response "Yeah, they offered for me to work on the Anaheim Ducks Social Team"

"So, this is goodbye?" Quinn asked, his voice slightly cracking, making me want to sob in his arms right then and there. "Yeah. I guess it is" I let out a small smile. Most of my stuff was in the moving truck and I had my suitcase in hand since my flight was for today

"Oh, I forgot to hand this to you. I'll see you soon, Quinn" I said giving him a hug and handing him a little letter. There was where I had put my feelings away and left.

'I know you like Heather and that you both are together, but I just want to say I love you so much. But you like her better, right? I just wish I was in Heather's place. I really wish I was Heather. xoxo y/n'

authors note! : I lowkey just choose a song from an angsty playlist I had made with my friend and wrote something that just seemed to fit a specific hockey player. (In this case, it was Quinton)

Anyways! I'm trying to get my writing more fluent and better than it is currently, so tips would be greatly appreciated!!

xoxo, jess

[fanofstuff01]

THIRD CHAPTER BABY!

So recall for people who didn’t read the first part: Adam fell and accidentally sold his soul to Valentino, he became one of his favorite whores. And became coworkers with Angel. Also this has 2 more chapters. (first part second part)

Does this include a liitle Adamsapple? Maybe one-sided? I have no idea

This has little to no in real life Valentinos, just whatever trigger warning you think that one Angel voicemail scene has applies here. Also you can punch me, I’m an ignorant on alcohol and I might’ve wrote Angel’s exact same voicemail scene on Adam…

Tags: @woah-why-i-am-here @rius-cave @candyhoiic @puparella @fightinsoda @foreverpeachy2010 @dlf24866

I hope you all have a fantastic day/night <3

“You are NOT pretty by any way!” A pink figure screamed.

Angel was running away from an exorcist. He was out of the Hotel and to his luck, he stumbled to her. Normally he’d shoot her, but he knew she wouldn’t hesitate to bring him with herself to the double death. He saw someone trying to stab her, but she just killed him. He guessed she wanted to see Angel try escaping, get tired and then kill Angel sadistically, because she wasn’t flying.

“Oh shit.” He stared at the wall. It was a dead end. This was it. End of his 138 years. He leaned to the wall and closed his eyes but the pain he expected didn’t came. Instead, he felt something on his legs. It was the exorcist. She was unconscious. Maybe even dead.

“I’m sorry Daisy.” Someone familiar spoke. “Come here bitch.”

“Adam?” He asked. He couldn’t believe it.

“I told you to come here. You are fucking bleeding.” He held his hand out to him and Angel took it.

“Did you just..?”

“Don’t think you mean anything to me. Valentino would fucking end me if he finds out I let something happen to you.” He helped him getting up and led him to a place nearby, it seemed like a hotel.

“How did you even know I was there?”

“L- Some other of them chased me down. You were near my hotel. I saw you.” He simply said, looking away. “Are you gonna get inside? You need treatment.” He stood at a door.

“I-I guess.” He was still shocked. What?

“Good. Follow me.”

He kept following the first man and inspected him. Most of the feathers on his right wing were torn off, his clothes were ripped and he had lots of tiny scars all over his body, one on his forehead looked a bit serious, still sort of bleeding. Why is he is more caring about me when he himself is bleeding? He definitely went through something. Maybe something with the angel he said that was following him?

“How did you even managed to take her down so fastly!?”

“I was their fucking leader. I trained them before. Of fucking course I know their weak spots.” He opened a door for Angel. “Get inside.”

“Ooh.” He sat down to a messed up bed as the sinner went to get medical supplies.

“Give me your arm.”

Firstly, he cleaned and disinfected his arm, causing a low hiss. He then took a bandage and started bandaging his left arm as he just stared at him.

They weren’t exactly on the term of friends at that moment. Angel still didn’t forgot who he was, and the other sinner was still hating the whole hell, so they just tolerated eachother. However, he was on the gray area for now to Angel. He knew it could be hard to drop your pride and accept this was your place now.

But no matter which area he was in, he would NOT expect him to be the one to protect him.

“What happened to your wing?”

“None of your fucking business.”

“Are you going to fix that?” He pointed to his head.

“Maybe.”

“Why did they even show up? Today’s not the extermination day!” Angel was starting to get annoyed.

“I have no fucking idea. And done. You have to be more careful, slut.”

“Ii… Will.” He looked around the room as the former exorcist went to put the supplies back. It was a cool room at all, but it was messed up as hell. Maybe even worse than the one they were in.

“Soo… Do you think there are more of them?” He carefully asked. His colleague didn’t seem to be in the right mindspace. Not that he cared though.

“As I said, I fucking have no idea.” He lied down to his bed and pulled his blankets, completely ignoring the other demon.

“Do you want me to go?”

“Do whatever you want. I don’t care.” He closed his eyes, supposedly trying to go to sleep.

“Hey. Get up.” Angel realized the torned part of his wings were bigger when he lied down, and so was the bleedig point.

“What the fuck.”

“I dunno much about wings, but DO know you can’t ignore the blood lake on your forehead. Sit down. I’ll take care of it.”

“Why would you do that.”

“What do you think Val would do to me if he found out I let YOU die? Was that because of angelic steel?”

“Oh. Yes.” All of his words were blank and emotionless. Even when he asked questions, he wasn’t curious or surprised or any other kinds of things a question could carry. He just wanted the information, and when he got it, it was over. No reaction.

“Okie.” He brought back the supplies he used to the bed. Like he did, he cleaned the blood first. But the other porn demon didn’t flich like he did when he pressed the disinfection cotton to his face. Just one of his eyes twitch. Lastly, he bandaged it. “Is there somethin you can do for your wings?”

“No there isn’t.” He lied down again. Well he could use something to ease the pain but he deserved it.

“Okay… I guess I’ll go then.” He collected the medic kit and put it back.

See you tomorrow?”

“I guess. Goodbye.”

“Bye” What the fuck happened to this fucker?

— Continuing —

“Seriously, you need to stop drinking THAT much at nights. One day you’ll get a hungover on a work day and Josh says Valentino becomes an even bigger piece of shit if he realizes.”

“C’moon, I AM being careful! I’m almost as old as the fuckin Earth is!”

“Just a warning.” They sat down at the bar and Adam put his mask on the table. “Where’s Husker?”

“Him and Bambi left for some important shit I gue-“

“Hey gays!” Someone behind them cheerfully said and alarm bells started to scream in Adam’s head as he recognized the voice. “Why are you so dirty? Do your clothes need washing?”

“Hi Niff! And no, we’re fine. Did you saw that GIANT cockroach on the third floor second bathroom?” Angel calmly said while Adam was frozen.

“No, I haven’t. I should end it!”

“I will never get used to that gremlin.” Adam watched her spinting away, subconsciously putting a hand on his stomach. There were like 9 x’es as a reminder of what got him there. He shook his head and got up from his seat, wanting to get him and Angel a thing or two.

“Can’t expect you to I guess.” He took out his phone and checked his noftications. “Hellify says Verosika released a new single… 10 messages from Husk… I can check them later…”

“You have to right?” He teased. He couldn’t help himself. They weren’t dating at the moment, but he knew how the cat and the spider had a special bond.

“Can you not.”

“Okay, okay. Do you want some? I’m filling for our missing bartender today.”

“I can have one glass. Wine.” Adam took a bottle for himself and one to prepare Angel’s.

“Here it is.”

“Thanks.”

He took a mouthful and opened his own phone. He didn’t have a lot of messages. Just Valentino’s. Luckily there were only five. He sighed, he’ll listen them later. He put the phone away and watched Angel who looked like he was waiting someone. Well he did.

“When do you think they’ll be back?” The spider drank down his glass and kept looking at the door.

“I dunno. Sad because your bartender is not here to listen you and tell you sweet shit no friend says?” He smirked.

“I am. Sad because you don’t have someone to do that for you?” He said mockingly.

“Meh. Who needs a partner. They always end the same anyway.” He looked away from his friend, drinking endlessly.

“I saw Steve looking at you like that last week.” He scoffed.

“Steve can lick his ass. I’m not gonna get together with anyone. I’m fine like this.” He pretty much muttered the last part to himself. Well he DID wanted someone in his life… But it wasn’t gonna happen. There was no way he’d ever view him in that light anymore. And Adam was not the type to chase impossible dreams.

“Your subconscious hugging your pillow says otherwise though.”

“WHA- Do you fucking watch me when I sleep?!”

“Relaax, I went to wake you up once. You were snuggling to it too much that I was surprised you weren’t tryna fuck it.”

“Oh please.”

They chatted together for a while when they saw someone unfamiliar. A short blue angler fish demon with big red glasses. He looked at the pornstars suspiciously. They returned the favor.

“Who the fuck are you?” The first man asked. Though he seemed familiar to him.

“Who the fuck are YOU? I came here today. I’m a guest.” He coldly asked.

“So are we, smartass.” Angel rolled his eyes. “He asked your name. Mine’s Angel and that’s Adam.”

“Adam? As the-

“First man, yes.”

“Oh. Baxter. Can you give me a whiskey?” He sat down to a seat of the bar. He still didn’t looked like he was comfortable.

“Suure.” He still tried to recall where he remembered the guy. And it hit him.

“Here Val. My best inventor did what he could do in three days. Right, Bax?” The screen-face said, handing out Adam’s new torture to his owner.

“I did, sir.” He said. He looked as bored as Adam was.

“Awesome! You know Voxy, you should let me borrow your employees more~” He purred.

“Nuh-uh. This guy is useful. Come Baxter. We have our own job. See you Val.” They walked away, leaving Adam with the worst boss in the world.

“Waait… You work for Voxtech don’tcha? You are the fucker who designed this torture!” He pointed at his mask.

“Yes, and? My boss just gave me what I needed to do, I didn’t even knew it was for you.” He looked bored. “Now can you please give me that whiskey?”

“How about-“ He was gonna tell Mr Serious Shithead to go grab it on his own, but Angel gave him a “Just fuckin do it, Charlie would be happy” look. He groaned, he was right. Princess Rainbows wasn’t that bad when you get used to her, not to mention she was the only fucking person in the hotel -besides Angel- who understood he was in depression when he showed up for the first time and didn’t bother him until he was in the right headspace again. He could at least try being nice to her guests.

“Here.” He forced himself to smile “What are you doing here so late anyway?”

“Last time I checked 10 wasn’t late.” He sipped from his glass.

“Whatever.” He shrugged and finished his own bottle. “I’m heading off to bed now. And,” He took his belongings from the table. “Don’t come into my room ever again.”

“What? Worried because I can saw you doing unspeakable?”

“Please.” He chuckled and went to his room. Locking it in case the cyclops might try some shit again when he swas asleep. He lied down to his bed and took his phone out, smile fading. Do it. It’ll be over. He said to himself. It’ll only be worse if you don’t.

He sighed and opened the first one. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t around that much for the last few hours, I missed you so much… But they told me you went to your stupid little hotel early when I finally managed to go there… And that makes me sad…”

“YOU FUCKING PRICK! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING!? YOU ARE FUCKING SUPPOSED TO STAY FOR ANOTHER HOUR AFTER OUR JOB IS OVER! DO YOU THINK THIS IS SOMETHING YOU CAN DO?!”

“Of course I get it, you were tired… But you could stay for another hour right… Do you want to play my nerves on purpose..?”

“Oh don’t you worry your head about this baby, I WILL FUCKING MAKE YOU PAY FOR THAT!”

“See you tomorrow, Addie~ And don’t forget: People like you CAN’T have healthy relationships. Partners of people like you are ALWAYS pretending. They are always lying to your face, always knowing you are not ‘special’ for them, always just wanting a piece of a good cake, always using how naive you are, always-“

He got up harshly and threw his phone to the wall. When the fuck did he start crying?

Lilith, Eve, Lute… They all left him. For something better. Something more worthy than him. They saw nothing in him but a toy to play with. And then there was him… Of course he would chase something better, SOMEONE better, he was just dumb enough to think it meant-

Alcohol. That’s what he needed. It might not be a solution, but it was an escape. Escape from reality. Things hurt less when he wasn’t in control of his body. He went to his closet and took out five bottles, completely ignoring the Angel-voiced part of his brain.

Did ya like it? :>

I gotta say this might be my favorite AU of Adam.