#I love how round his hair makes him eheh

[boba-beom]

YOUR THEME!!!! I LOVE IT SM IT LOOKS SO COZY

THANK U BHIEEE URS IS SO CUTE N PRETTY TOO! I love the blossom wind chimes 🎐

cutieful smiley beomgyu for u

[hoeforhao]

hi hello so i looked through the prompts and LET ME TELL U. prompt 1 and 4 with a bratty reader and mean dom wonwoo or joshua? instant brainrot for me. also i love ur writing ehehe <3

okay this is my first one for the prompts, thank you sm for all the thirsty requests!!!😼 i initially wanted to do this with joshua but there are already three joshua requests so 😵‍💫prompt list

Being the bratty little girl you are and walking in on wonwoo playing games with his friends, when he had specially warned you several times not to ; dressed up in a tight silk skirt, straddling his lap while his friends were on a video call with him, meant landing onto his satan side - the only difference being this satan will take away all the senses in your pussy rather than your soul!!

"What did I tell you love, hmm?" wonwoo places one of his fingers under you chin harshly pushing your face up from burning holes into the floor to meey his face, his eyes which have now turned from soft kitten orbs to dark sinister ones.

You were so engrossed into the anticipation of the doom that was gonna shower on you soon, that the sudden shift of your eyes from the dark tiles to his red beads made your own ones blink in sensitivity.

"I-I'm so..sorry wonu" your last game plan to escape from his wrath was to give him those puppy eyes, but alas this time you've truly got on the last of his nerves and nothing could save you now.

"That's not the answer to my question honey" wonwoo's grip on your chin tightens, ensuring to leave his mark on there later.

Realizing that there's no running away from the fruit of your actions this time, you give in to his lordship."You t-told me not to...not to disturb you while...." you took a long pause before saying out the keyword to your answer, too long for wonwoo's liking.

"Did cat got your tongue sweetheart? Hmm? You know I don't like to wait" wonwoo drawing his nails through your tightly shut lips made a whimper escape the dark caves, making your blurt out the last word from the sudden pain.

"Gaming. You told me not to disturb you while you were gaming"

"And what did you do? The exact thing that I you from, right?" you could only nod in response while being harshly pushed to your knees onto the cold floor, your face perfectly aligning in front of his bulge.

"You do know how much I hate bratty girls, don't you love?" wonwoo's hands now shift from your shoulders to the drawstrings of his sweats, untying them in one quick swish and pushing the grey piece of clothing along with his boxers down his waist ; his painfully hard cock springing up against his stomach in the process.

No matter how many times you've see his cock, no matter how many times you've jumped on the same, blew him off, you're still taken aback everytime at the beauty of his length - pink veins running down the tip to his balls and connecting them with those on his abs, perfectly rounded mushroom head...

“This cock isn’t going to suck itself” wonwoo's sudden remark brings you out of the trance of admiring your boyfriend's perfect dick, as he firmly grabs onto a bunch of your hair, instantly pushing your mouth onto his throbbing length.

Getting what your lips have been wanting since the very time you saw him in those gray sweatpants, you waste no time in moving your mouth up and down his girth, as if the sole purpose of your cavity was to fill his cock into and give him the most tantalizing head of his life.

Your tongue decides to be all bratty again as you momentarily take his cock out of your mouth to lick the precum leaking down his tip, while you hand ghosts above his balls, giving them a tight squeeze in the way.

Wonwoo's groans grow impatient as he has finally had enough of your shenanigans and decides to not let you loose anymore. He yanks your hair back again, forcing his entire length into your mouth, and holding you in place constantly with the grip on your head, leaving only the minimum amount of space required for you to bob up and down his cock.

"F-fuck fuck fuck such a slutty mouth, taking...taking me all in into its warmth" his hold on your scrap stiffens as you are now left incompetent to speak, his tip hitting the absolute back end of your throat, making you gag for some sort of air into your lungs.

Your movements begin to slump as you feel wonwoo start twitching inside your mouth, his hand on your hair slowly relieving itself, while the veins on his cock go from strained to a relaxed state. And with that without a single warning, he shoots all his load into your cavity, some of it already making its way down your throat and the rest of it dripping down onto your lap.

"So fuckin pretty" wonwoo opens his eyes to now look at the picture he has painted in front of him - the cum stained face of his bratty girlfriend, dried out tears still pooling at the corner of her eyes while his juices leaked down her maroon lips.

"You came, but what about me wonu?" your panties were leaking wet from your own slick, pussy throbbing from the heat building up inside your stomach, wanting to be filled up by the warmth of wonwoo's cock.

“If you want to cum you have to beg, love” wonwoo's hands land on your shoulders again to pick you up from the praying position of worshipping his dick, and pushing you onto the bed, buckling up for the long night that's about to ensure now.

[sparkles-and-trash]

dabihawks nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Depends strongly on the sex. Keigo's kinda good with whatever, he takes a cuddle if he can get one, but he understands if Dabi needs space. Dabi gets super clingy if he came more than once tho.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

Keigo LOVES Dabi's long legs more than anything, Dabi is a sucker for Keigo's ass.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Keigo loves to cum inside, and Dabi loves it when Keigo does as well. Keigo's not a fan tho, but he enjoys it when Dabi cums all over him (esp on his face ehe)

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

They both love the idea of public sex, but the every time they try they're nervous and stressed as fuck lmao

E = Experience (how experienced are they?)

Before each other they had very little, I imagine Dabi might have used sex to get his way a time or two before the league, nothing non-con, but def nothing romantic either. Keigo was a total virgin and had no idea how much his bird traits would affect his sex life!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Keigo loves to ride Dabi, Dabi's a secret sucker for some missionary turned mating press eheh

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment?)

Totally depends on the mood. At first they were very serious, but the more time went on, the more light hearted they can be if the mood is right!

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

Both of them are trimmed, Dabi's is white and Keigo loves it. They both have a bit of a snail trail but Keigo's more visible as it's a little darker than his other hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? in the romantic aspect)

When things are intimate and romantic they're super into eye contact, and if the mood is right they'll be as sappy as holding hands and gazing into each other eyes. They usually giggle about it afterwards.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Keigo only did it to relive tension before he started fucking Dabi, but afterwards he's learned how to really enjoy it on his own. Dabi struggled with it for many years bc he hated his body sm, but now he loves it, esp if Keigo watches or listens

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dabi totally has a wing kink, Keigo enjoys basic bondage and being tied up. They're both dom/sub switches and enjoy either on different days and at different times.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Keigo's big on the classics, bed, couch etc, Dabi's a sucker for the shower.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The other being possessive over them. This 100% goes for the both of them. Keigo might also have a tiny thing for blood.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Keigo would never insult Dabi in bed, even if he asked for it. Dabi's not comfortable using his quirk as anything other than making some very light marks on Keigo's ass or thighs, for obvious reasons.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Keigo loves sucking dick, almost as much as Dabi loves having him suck his dick. Dabi's really good at eating Keigo out, he also quite enjoys it, and naturally Keigo loves it as well.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Depends on the day and mood. Dabi's more of a quick and rough top tho, while Keigo is more of a slowly, deeply top.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc)

They often start out planning out a quicky, but it always turns into a full session.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? )

They both love to try new things, but they're also very open about it when it's not for them.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Keigo can go on forever, he's the type to need very little recovery time, while Dabi can come lots of times as a bottom, but he'll only go once or twice as a top.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them?)

Yes, and yes. Nothing too weird, but they def have a toy basket, and Dabi def uses a lot more toys when he's alone than Keigo does.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Dabi LOVES to tease, but cannot take being teased lmao. He WILL cry, and Keigo WILL give in.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Keigo's very vocal, but not loud. He chirps and chitters and coo's, he moans and whimpers, but he prefers to do it into Keigo's ear or into his neck. Dabi's just LOUD.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Keigo's a subby, whiny top. Dabi's a bossy bottom. Keigo's more of a chatty, encouraging bottom, while Dabi loses himself when he tops, in the best way.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Keigo's body is strong, but not as sharp or sculpted as expected. He's soft to the touch, but his muscles are right below, and Dabi loves running his hands all over him. Dabi's long and lean, and actually stronger than he seems. When he gets the opportunity to, he'll go a little soft around his stomach and thighs and Keigo LOVES it. Their dicks are pretty average, Keigo's a little shorter but thicker than Dabi.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

For each other? All time high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Keigo loves to lie around and watch and touch Dabi, while Dabi conks out right away lmao.

[sdr2lovemail]

In which Ace brings the first years to TP Main Street and end up getting caught. Most of the dormleaders (And Crewel) are angry.

Platonic! & Gender Neutral MC!

First year shenanigans!

“Ace, are you sure this is a good idea?”

In one arm lies a half asleep Grim, in your other was a few rolls of toilet paper.

Ace had rounded up the group of first years to pull what he claims to be a hilarious prank. Though you don’t get what’s so funny about throwing toilet paper around Main Street. Crowley would just make you clean it anyway.

The red haired Heartslaybuyl student knudges into your side with his shoulder, startling Grim awake. “Aw, Come on! Don’t tell me you’re gonna chicken out now. It’ll be funny!”

“Fnyah! Couldn’t we do this tomorrow. I need my rest if I’m gonna be the greatest mage out there.” Moans Grim as he almost falls back asleep.

Sebek frantically nods. “I agree with the cat monster! If I am not properly rested, I might fall asleep during class! It would be a disgrace to the Diasomnia name if I were to fail an assignment! What if I were to fall asleep while protecting Lord Malleus?!”

“Hey! Keep it down. If Vil knew I was out this late, I would never hear the end of it.” Epel huffs. He was supposed to be in his room by 11pm per Pomefiore’s beauty regimen.

You sigh and pick up the pace. “We should just hurry and let Ace get this out of his system. The quicker we finish, the sooner we can get to bed.”

The group makes it to Main Street and sets down their supply of toilet paper. Epel, Ace, and Grim are quick to start throwing, while the rest of you are more hesitant. With a questioning look, Deuce picks up a roll. 

“This just doesn’t seem right…”

“Don’t wimp out on me too, Deuce!” Ace calls as he chucks another wad of paper into a tree.

“I’m not wimping out!” 

Jack lets out an irritated growl as his ears flatten on his head. “Did we have to come out here in our pajamas?” His thin nightshirt did little to protect the beastman from the chill air around campus.

Rolling his eyes as if it were the most obvious thing, Ace explains. “It would be suspicious if we left our dorms all dressed up. We can just say we were leaving to get a glass of water.”

“Why would we all be getting water together at the same time? That sounds even more suspicious than us being dressed. And how would we even explain all the toilet paper we were carrying?” You question.

“Less talking and more throwing, Prefect!” As Ace winds his arm back, a familiar Lash of Love whips around his wrist. The mere sight of it sent your stomach dropping.

You all turn to see your Headmaster standing with a glowering look on his face. “What…are you all doing?! Defacing the wonderful sanction that is Main Street! To my office, Immediately!”

Everyone paused to glare at Ace, the redhead giving a sheepish smile. “Don’t look at me like that guys. It was supposed to be funny, ehehe…” Looking as if he may burst a vein, Sebek takes a bitter step towards Ace. “Ah! Race you to the office!” The Heartslabuyl student takes off with Sebek trailing close behind him.

Once everyone has made it to the Headmaster’s office, you all sit in chairs in front of his desk. He’s been scolding you guys for what feels like forever.

“As punishment for this terrible act, you will all get up before classes to clean up Main Street. It wouldn’t be fair to the ghost janitors to clean up your mess. I want it to shine before the first period tomorrow!” 

Shooting up from his chair, Deuce bows nearly in half. “I am truly sorry, Headmaster! I should’ve worked harder to keep Ace from starting something so stupid!”

You slightly bow your head. “I’m sorry as well. As a friend of Ace I shouldn’t have gone along with his stupid ideas.”

“Huh?! Now you’re ganging up on me!” Shouted Ace.

Deuce sets a firm hand on the back of his red pajamas and lifts him out of the chair. “I’ll make sure he heads straight to bed, sir!”

“Ah, not so fast Mr. Spade. I have contacted your dormleaders to come escort you. They should be here shortly.”

There’s a long, deafening silence.

“Ya did what?!” Epel shouts whilst clenching his fists. To the side, Sebek seems about five seconds from a panic attack.

Jack snarls. “I knew I should’ve just stayed in bed…”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sucks to be you guys.”

“Nyahaha! Ramshackle doesn’t have a dormleader. Looks like we’re off the hook!” Cheers Grim.

Crowley tsked. “I wouldn’t look so happy. Crewel’s on his way to pick you two up after all.”

“He’s what?!” You both cry.

“Off with your head!”

Collars clamp around Ace and Deuce’s necks by a fuming Riddle. Even in his rose patterned pajamas, he still held a threatening aura. “Why must it always be you two! The rest of your punishment will wait till morning. Go sit in the hall while I apologize to our headmaster!”

They shuffle out into the hall with a quiet “Yes, Dormleader Rosehearts.” Once out of Riddle’s view, Deuce delivers a swift slap to the back of Ace’s head. 

“I’m very sorry for their behavior, sir. I will make sure they reflect on what they have done.” Riddle quickly turns to you and the other first years. “I apologize to you all as well for being brought into this. I hope you all have a good night.” The second Riddle turns away, his face goes bright red with anger. The Great Seven can only hope to see Ace and Deuce in the morning.

As soon as the door shuts, it’s slammed back open to reveal Crewel and Vil. Their pajamas looked impossibly expensive, probably costing more than anything you’ll ever own.

“Having to be woken up at such a late hour to come pick you up? You’ve sure got some nerve, potato. You were supposed to be in bed hours ago. We’ll have to bring out the color corrector for how dark your eyes will be in the morning.” Epel can’t get a word in as Vil drags him out of the office by the wrist.

A loud yawn is heard as Ruggie side steps them. He rubs his bleary eyes before glaring at Jack. “You need to learn to be more secretive if you’re gonna cause trouble. I’m charging you a one hundred madol fee for having to get up.” With his tail between his legs, both figuratively and literally, Jack follows Ruggie back to Savannaclaw. 

A sharp, pinching feeling grips onto both you and Grim’s ear. “I knew hanging around these naughty pups would be a bad influence on you, Prefect. I will be waking you both up in the morning to supervise your cleanup and you will write one thousand lines each apologizing for ruining my beauty sleep.”

“But Professor Crewel!”

“Watch my adorably cute flame ears!”

“No whining, you bad dogs! Now come along, you’ll need some rest for all the work you’ll be doing tomorrow.” With a firm grip still on your ears, Crewel drags you and Grim to Ramshackle.

Crowley sighs as he leans back in his chair. Being a headmaster sure was tough. He stretches before his eyes land on Sebek. “Huh? What are you still doing here, Mr. Zigvolt?”

“.....”

“.....”

“...Oh right! I forgot to call your dormleader. One moment please.”

I finally got acess to my computer again! Wohoo!

[pixlokita]

Oh yea small not on your small art style shift in the last two pages!!! I mentioned before I adore how you draw Gregory(the bean!!! And his hair ehehe cute), and I absolutely love Evan as well(also bean!!!! wanna hug him so bad), and on the newest page I really love the way you drew Henry as well(he really does look like Santa, very comforting seeming in appearance, and the small details that changed in him since his last appearance really suit him!), but like, Michael tho!!!! His general face proportions n everything just got a lil squished and changed, not by an awful lot or anything but noticeable enough, and his eyes look bigger and everything and I'm just really enjoying that hehxhejdjw He looks adorable like that :DDD

Honestly tho now whenever I try to imagine teenage Mike, your style n way of drawing him is the mental image that appears in my mind first and I cannot shake it ^^"

Anyway yea I just can't stop gushing over your art style it lives in my head now <3

Thank you ;0; heck yeah gotta make everyone squishy ;w;💖 gotta make them cute xD I was worried because people said they looked older and that was not on purpose but thankfully making everyone round helped :’v ✨💖💖

[giggly-squiggily]

Great In Theory, Bad In Execution (Moriarty The Patriot)

Two fics in one weekend- whoop whoop! So Moriarty the Patriot. A gem of an anime filled with equally shiny characters! I love Sherlock so much, so naturally I have to write him! I hope you like it! :D

Summary: After one too many incidents of his ticklishness being discovered, Sherlock decides to create a "remedy" to make himself immune. Of course- how will he test it? Watson finds himself dragged in to help.

“Dreadful, shameful, an embarrassment to my reputation, how’d I let myself slip so easily-” Sherlock was pacing about his room, one hand shoved into his pocket while the other pushed his hair out of his face. All these hours later and his cheeks were still tinted a stubborn pink, deeping whenever the memory of that night replayed in his mind. “I should have never- I could have- UGH!”

“Sherlock?” A pajama clad Watson peeked in, cringing some at the glare his flatmate shot him. “Are you well? You're making quite a bit of noise. Miss Hudson-”

“Sherlock Holmes! If you don’t stop that insistent pacing I’m putting you on the street!” Said woman stormed in, tugging her robe tightly over her. Much like Watson, she was dressed in her nightwear, her sleep mask crooked against her forehead. “What in god’s name has you so excited?”

“Oh come now, you two! It’s only…” Sherlock looked at the nearby clock, blanching at the hour. “Eh…eheh. I hadn’t realized how late it was.” He cleared his throat, grinning sheepishly at his companions. “Well, I should be off to bed now. Goodnight you two-”

“Oh no you don’t!” Watson blocked his path. “You woke us both up with all your noise! Knowing you- if I leave you be, you’ll just go right back to pacing!” The doctor took him in then, brows furrowing at Sherlock’s outwear. “Did you just get back from somewhere?”

“Yes- the local pub. I had some business there when I ran into Moriarty.” Sherlock waved the details off, a gesture that would have seemed nonchalant if it weren't for the pink still staining his face. Watson and Miss Hudson shared a look.

“Well, I’m off to bed.” Their landlady announced, figuring what was about to be spoken should stay private. “Keep the noise down, will you Sherlock?” She smiled kindly at Watson before disappearing down the hall. Upon her exit, the detective seemed to relax some.

“It’s just the two of us now, Holmes.” Watson prompted. “Wanna talk about it?”

Sherlock groaned, walking towards the nearest couch and flopping down. “No. But…”

~~Earlier that evening~~

“Aha! Professor- what a pleasant surprise!” Sherlock grinned when his eyes landed on the familiar blonde man sitting by. “I take it you’ve finished your evening classes at the local university?”

“Hm? Oh, Mr. Holmes. A pleasure to see you too, yes.” Said man smiled, the expression a bit tired. “I’ve been stuck at the office for quite some time today-  I’d much prefer teaching my students over grading their work.” Turning to the bartender, he ordered a round of drinks for them as the detective sat down. “How are things with your profession?”

“Boooring. If I get one more missing cat case, my head’s gonna explode.” Sherlock groaned, leaning into a hand as he vented about his most recent cases. If Watson were here, he’d probably scold him for speaking so crudely about his work. At least with William he could be frank. The Professor never seemed to be phased by Sherlock’s lack of filter.

“I suppose that’s the cost of popularity. You gain more work, but it lacks the intrigue you’re searching for.” William smiled behind his whisky as he watched Sherlock shoot his back, slapping his cup down with a satisfying nod. “Surely it’s not all boring?”

“Eh, I suppose. We did uncover quite the cheater! This lord- heh, he really thought he was slick.” Sherlock turned, something sinister in his tipsy grin. “He was sneaking women into his bedchambers almost every night! You know how he got caught? We found him in the bu-”

In Sherlock’s excitement, his hand accidentally knocked his empty glass towards the ground. Both men reached for it at the same time, William’s reflexes faster due to sobriety. Sherlock missed altogether.

What didn’t miss was William’s hand accidentally brushing the detective’s side.

“Gah!”

“Oh? Apologies, Mr. Holmes. Did I hurt you?” William looked up at the other, eyes curious at how red the other looked then. “Mr. Holmes?”

“I-It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Sherlock turned back to the bar, arms crossed around his middle in a failed attempt to look casual. That certainly sobered him up. William tilted his head curiously before his easy smile returned.

“Very well- I shall take my leave. My brothers; they tend to grow worried for me if I’m out later.” He gathered his bag and hat, leaving a coin for the bartender with a nod. “We’ll have to pick up where we left off next time, Mr. Holmes. I’m intrigued to hear how your riveting story ended.”

“Oh? Yeah, sure, definitely.” Sherlock nodded, unable to look anywhere but that blasted whisky glass. William passed by from behind. As he did, Sherlock felt something like a prod to the ribs, making him shoot up with a yelp.

“Apologies.” William smiled, eyes dancing with devilish delight. “I tripped.”

Sherlock was left sitting there at the bar for quite a long time.

~~Current Time~~

“That’s all?” Watson asked, blinking at his friend. “Sherlock, with all due respect, don’t you think you’re overreacting to such a small gesture?”

“Overreacting?” Sherlock sat up, his glare hot. “That was no small gesture, Watson! Moriarty, I could see it in his eyes! He knew what he had discovered!” Sherlock started to stand, pausing as if remembering Miss Hudson’s warning before easing back in his seat. “I felt like a fool- for something so, so childish!”

“Sherlock, many people are ticklish.” Watson reassured him, wincing some when Sherlock cut him another look. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, and besides- the likelihood of Moriarty using it against you is slim.”

“That’s not the problem, John! It’s not that he knows I’m…” Sherlock stumbled, squirming in his seat. “Sensitive- It’s how annoying it is in my everyday life! I can’t even get fitted for a suit or checked at the department without being reminded of it!” The detective huffed, crossing his arms. “I was cursed with this dreadful ailment- a trade perhaps for my intellect. Given the ability to solve cases but now I must live with too sensitive skin!”

“Yes. Unfortunately there isn’t anything that can be done for that.” Watson mused. “No potions or medicines exist to remove ticklishness from the body.”

Sherlock nodded glumly, and then stopped. Eyes widening, his brain went into overdrive. “John, you ol’ chap, you’re a genius!” Sherlock grinned, making the doctor look up with a blink. “A medicine to stop being so sensitive! It’s perfect!”

“Sherlock I wasn’t being serious-” Watson began, finding himself being pushed out the room gently by the detective. “Sherlock?”

“No time! I must get to work, Watson! Time is of the essence!” Sherlock smiled before shutting the door in Watson’s face, leaving the other staring at old mahogany.

“Oh dear…” The doctor yawned, suddenly too tired to deal with this. “This will only end in disaster, won’t it?”

~~~

“John! John! Come quickly!” Sherlock’s cries shocked Watson out of his morning routine. The doctor raced towards the bedroom, panic setting in. Has Sherlock hurt himself? Did an experiment go wrong?

“Sherlock, what is it?” Watson sprinted into the room, finding Sherlock in mint condition before him. In his hand he held a beaker containing a ruby red liquid. “Erm..you have a drink?”

“What? No, this is no ordinary drink, John!” Sherlock shook his head, presenting the glass to the other. “This is my creation! A cure for the dreaded sensitivity afflicting my body!”

“What…oh. Your remedy for being ticklish.” Watson felt his body relax, glad to know no real danger was before him. “I’m glad you’re- What are you doing?”

Sherlock, after presenting the cup, chugged the entirety of its contents in one go. Wiping the drips of red from his lips, he nodded. “Oh yes…I feel it, John. My genius is working!”

“You’re mad!” Watson cried, running over and grabbing Sherlock’s collar. His skin looked fine, no sudden changes in color or texture. “Why would you drink that? Oh no- where’s the charcoal? Tell me you have charcoal!” John yanked open the nearest drawer, searching for the tablets. “We need to get you to the hospital before you-”

“John, John, easy!” Sherlock took his arm, pulling him away from the drawers. “I’m fine! If the solution was dangerous, clearly I’d be dead now, wouldn’t I?”

“Poisons work differently, Sherlock!” John grabbed the beaker, bringing it to his nose. “If we can identify the chemicals-”

“John.” Sherlock cut him off, finally silencing the other. “I assure you I’m fine. I know my way around a lab, thank you.”

The doctor was quiet, still staring at the beaker in hand. Finally, he sighed, putting it down on the table and turning to his flatmate. “Alright. I trust you. So, this magical medicine you made?” John gestured to Sherlock’s body. “Does it work?”

“I don’t know. That’s the thing about humans, we can’t exactly test ourselves regarding our sensitivity.” Sherlock looked thoughtful before making his way over to the couch, shrugging off his jacket and shoes. Once comfortable, he sprawled out along the cushions, tucking his arms behind his head. “Come on now.”

“Erm…what?” Watson asked.

“Do it.” Sherlock told him. Watson stared some more. “Come on now- we don’t know how long this remedy will last.”

“You want me to…tickle you?” Watson asked. Sherlock flushed at the question, but nodded. “Are you sure?”

“Yes yes! Now hurry! Before the solution wears off!” Sherlock fussed impatiently. Watson sighed before walking over, stretching out his hands.

“Very well. Just remember, you asked me to do this.”

“Hah, no worries! If this worked, I’ll be imu-uuhhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuuhuhne!” Sherlock spasmed when Watson’s fingers touched his body, clawing at his stomach and sides. “Aheahhahahahhahaha! Whahahahhahaht the hehhehehehhheehhell?”

“Did it not work?” Watson asked, brows furrowing as he continued dragging his fingers along Sherlock’s torso. “You sounded so sure. Should I stop?”

“Nohohoohoohhohoho! Keehehehheheep gohoohohoohing! Mahahhahaybe it neehehehheds tihihiihime to kihihihihck ihiihih-IIHIHIN!” The detective all but squeaked when Watson pinched his lower ribs, his hands shooting down from behind his head to guard his torso. “Johohohohohoohn, dohoohoohohon’t!”

“Don’t what? If I recall, you weren’t even that ticklish here.” Watson mused, starting to smile. He let his other hand creep up Sherlock’s open side, walking up his ribs one bone at a time towards his armpit. “Or ticklish here? Maybe your medicine made it worse?”

“Perehehahhahhahahahps? Ihiihihihihihi nehehehehhehed to dohoohohoho mohohohore reeheehehshehehehharch! Aheahhahahhaahaha!” Sherlock squirmed to and from on the couch, batting at the hands. His cheeks were bright red now, his hair growing messier by the minute. “Geahhahahaha, ohoohoohkay! Ohoohohohkay, Wahahahhahatson, stahahhahap ihihiiihhit!”

“Already? But shouldn’t we check all the usual spots first? You never know- the medicine might have numbed a few.” It was absolute bull, what Watson was saying. Really, he was just starting to have fun. Sherlock could be quite the disaster when he wanted to be, driving him and poor Miss Hudson into his antics. It was nice to finally get some much needed revenge.

“Gohoohohohohohd pohohohoohint! Prohohohohoohcehehehheheed!” Sherlock nodded, arching with a cackle when Watson’s hands dug into his armpits. “AHEHAHHA I TAHHHKE IT BAHAHAHCK! I TAHHAHHAKE IT BACK GEHEHHET OHOHOHOOOHOHUT!”

“Hmm…nope, that’s still the same.” Watson dropped his hands down, grabbing Sherlock’s waist. The brunette all but shrieked, nearly jumping off the couch in his hysteria. “That’s the same too. Actually, I think your waist got worse, Sherlock!”

“WHHAHAHHAHAHTSON PELAHHAHHHAHAHSE!” The detective squealed, practically hugging himself to protect his tickle spots. No matter how tightly he pressed his arms in, Watson found a way past his defenses. “MOHOOHOHOVE SOHOOHOHMEWHERE EHEHHHEHLSE!”

“Okay okay…how about here?” Watson grabbed his hip, nearly getting a fist to the eye from Sherlock’s wild squirms. “Okay, definitely still ticklish. Here?” He squeezed his thigh, giggling some at the snorts he earned. “Yep, that’s still normal.” He even dared to tickle his feet, running a single finger down Sherlock’s sole.

“JOHOHOHOOAHAHHHHAAHAN!” Sherlock’s voice cracked from how bad it tickled, eyes wet with mirthful tears and voice fading in and out.

“Yep, you’re still ticklish everywhere.” Watson laughed, finally pulling his hands back. “Looks like your new medicine was a bit of a bust, ol’ chap.”

“Eheh…eheheh…heheh….” Sherlock groaned weakly, body limp with exhaustion against the couch. His hair fell in his face, matted with sweat and blocked his vision. Watson reached out to move it away when Sherlock proved too tired to do so. “Shahame…and heheere I thoohhought I did sohohomething…”

“Perhaps you should count yourself lucky you didn’t die from it?” Watson offered, earning a light pinch to the arm. “If anything, I think it made you even more ticklish than before.” “Drahahats…that’s ihihit. I’m leahhahving medicine to ohohohothers.” Sherlock groaned, closing his eyes. “I…I need a moment. Mahahaybe several.” He was out moments later, soft snores puffing out his lips. Watson smiled before standing.

“Here I was thinking you were killing him.” Miss Hudson’s voice made him jump. Watson turned to find her leaning against the doorframe, a soft smile on her lips as she watched Sherlock sleep. “Can’t blame you if you were. I’d want to kill him too.”

“Did we disturb you? I apologize.” Watson began, stopping when she waved him off.

“It’s fine, truly.” She walked over to the desk, picking up the beaker. “He drank it too. Such an idiot.”

“Yes. Though I have a feeling you knew he would.” Watson walked over, a secret smile touching his lips when their eyes met. “Wine, Miss Hudson?”

“It looked similar enough.” She winked, tucking the glass in her skirts. “You really think I’d let him drink whatever that concoction was? He’s bad enough alive. Imagine what he’d be like dead?” She shuddered. “He’d haunt us for all eternity.”

“He certainly would.” Watson agreed, laughing. “Would you like to have some tea with me, Miss Hudson? I’m curious to know what other interference you’ve done for the sake of Sherlock.”

“But of course, John.” She nodded, turning to the door. “That would be lovely.”

Thanks for reading!

[kannymaei]

Steamy Love (TPG! Special Chapter 1) Kamisato Ayato x Reader

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Author's Note: IT'S HERE IT'S HERE, SMUT CHAPTER MINORS DNI! I can't believe we reached 1000+ reads! I'm rushing to finish this special Chapter soon! Also, what is your opinion regarding the latest chapter? I believe it's quite… heavy and dark but hey at least Childe and Diluc confessed indirectly to Y/N? IDK how's that any better but 🧍🏻‍♀️ Ok so! This chapter is a special one since it's not connected to the main storyline because this is a smut chapter (eheh~) Yeah, we're kinda lacking Y/N and Ayato sweet moments… I'll allow you guys to think this happened inside Y/N's mind while she's in a coma pf!

Synopsis: It's spring vacation and you took your sweet time to try out the new hot spring in Inazuma City. Little did you know that one of the staff wasn't aware that Kamisato Ayato rented the hot spring the whole day. 

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"Welcome to the Narukami Hotspring! I hope you enjoy your stay!" One of the staff nervously said you could tell this was their first time working here. 

"Is your manager here?" You asked the staff, they were startled because they think that they did something wrong that prompted you to call the manager. 

"N-no, the manager left a while ago. Though they didn't say anything before they left." They scratched their heads trying to remember something. 

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"We wouldn't be accepting any customers today because of Kamisato Ayato's reservation today!" The manager said too bad the staff who's Y/N talking to right now was in the bathroom. 

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You went to the female locker room and started to undress as you put your clothes and undies into the basket and wrapped yourself in a towel. 

You stepped out to the hot spring to admire the scenery, it's a little steamy and foggy. You thought of a joke to yourself there's probably no one that's hiding beyond those steam right? 

You let out a loud sigh as you stretch your back before you remove the towel revealing your perfect body that has a perfect waist and a perfectly round breast. The temperature is hot but perfect when you stoop down the stairs of the hot spring. 

When your body was fully submerged in the water it truly was a relaxing feeling after all of the stress you felt in school. It's also peaceful that no one was here, you thought to yourself that you should have invited Lumine and Yanfei today but you didn't have the chance either since they're also busy. 

The thought of Kamisato Ayato entered your mind, let's say that… you started to have feelings for him a while ago but he has been bullying and teasing you for quite some time. You remembered how he pinned you on the wall multiple times in the janitor's closet because he wanted to see you embarrassed yourself. Other students already got the wrong idea whenever he does this because what if you and Ayato were secretly making out? 

The temperature of the water in the hot spring is hot but you, yourself, have been feeling a little too hot inside your body. The thought of Ayato pulling your hair 

"Hmm, what do I even think of Kamisato Ayato?" You said, talking to yourself. This has alerted the man on the other side of the spring and instead of bothering you, he decided to listen to your thoughts on him. You bent over to the corner of the hot spring and rested your head. 

"I hoped the rumors were true about us kissing each other in the janitor's closet! I can't even confess my feelings to him, I'm so scared of his reaction, what if he stops bullying me—" "*gasp* I-I wonder what does he look like w-without the shirt o-on. Is he sexually active? H-he's probably sleeping with a lot of girls—" You went imagining him in that image that made your body feel hot inside, you're starting to desire something lustful. You imagine how his long fingers would fondle your breasts as you start to touch yourself beneath alongside your other hand playing with your right nipple. 

You turn your back from the edge of the hot spring and spread your legs while your left-hand stop rubbing your clit and fingering yourself. Little did you know that the position you're in at the moment was the perfect spot for Kamisato Ayato as he's seeing his crush's whole body in front of him. Seeing you play with yourself while letting out small moans was enough to make his cock hard, he couldn't keep it to himself and decided to swim quietly towards you.

Closing your eyes was your greatest mistake as you were about to hit your climax. 

"Wanna find out if I'm sexually active? Coming from the reserved Lady of the L/N Family?" 

(T-that voice!) You opened your eyes immediately and lost the knot below your stomach as you saw the man of your dreams in front of you… topless. He has a toned body, everything that you'd want to dominate you, and his wet hair makes him extra hot as if those eyes are luring you to his trap that you would gladly accept. You were so distracted by his eyes and body that you somehow forgot that you don't have any clothes on in front of the person you've been admiring for a long time? But wait, does that mean that…

(H-he d-doesn't have anything beneath!) You thought to yourself! There's no time for admiring him. 

"K-kyah! Pervert!" You said and grabbed the nearest wooden bucket and threw it at him but because of his fast reflexes, he was able to catch it with his hand. You're so unlucky that the next wooden bucket you could throw at him needs you to get out of the hot spring then it would mean he would have a full view of your exquisite body. You could recall your mom saying that no boys should see a girl's body if they aren't married but what would you tell your mom the moment you get back home that the man you're adoring just caught you masturbating while thinking of him? (A/N: Special chapters would also mean no one died/ Y/N's parents are alive :)!)

"Shhhh, you wouldn't be wanting anyone to hear us right?" Ayato said as he covered your mouth with his index finger, it's also the same finger that you'd want rubbing inside of you. Due to your embarrassment, you tried to cover your chest with your arms but who knows if he already saw everything the pearls that you've been hiding. 

"The audacity of you calling me a pervert. I wonder who was talking to herself about her crush without the shirt on, she didn't even get contented since she also got curious about my sexual life." Ayato teased as he began to put away the sakura petals that fell on your head. You let out a small moan when his hands went beyond your head and took off the flowers on your shoulder. The feeling of his hand touching your bare skin gave you the shivers. 

"Y/N why did you bottle up all these feelings for me?" He said but you remained quiet. 

He went up closer to you and pulled you gradually closer to him while he placed some of your hair to your ear so he could have a clear view of your face. He is surprised that you weren't stopping him from pulling you closer and fixing your hair, could this hold a different meaning? 

He looked down at you and said. 

"Y/N, the reason I love annoying you is that I… I also like you. I love every bit of your reaction." He lifted your chin so both of your faces would be closer to each other. Both of you are in trance and probably forgot for a while that you don't have clothes on. 

Uncontrollably, you just went in wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders, and pulled him for a kiss that he gladly accepted. He was shocked at first but then closed his eyes to savor the moment the two of you were sharing. 

You felt something hard touch your lower abdomen which made you moan a little in the middle of your kiss, Ayato noticed what you felt and inserted his tongue to divert your attention to his growing problem. You gladly accepted his tongue and wrapped yours against his. Your erected nipples have been rubbing his toned body for quite some time but you wanted more than kissing, you wanted him. 

You wrapped your legs around him, to his surprise he immediately let go of the kiss between the two of you. Your folds hug his cock in between rubbing it. His gaze was glued to your form, you were fondling your breasts in front of him as you pleasure yourself by rubbing him and he wasn't left with much choice but to pull you again and hug you. 

"Y-Y/N, w-we c-can't do this—" Ayato wasn't able to finish his sentence due to you closing his lips by kissing him before you let go of him again and look at him with your eyes. Ayato's heart was racing although he already knew what you wanted, and he can't believe to himself that he might have sex with the woman of his dreams right now. 

"Y/N, b-before we continue to do anything. I'm asking for your consent; and once you agree to it, I'm not going to hold back." Ayato managed to finish his sentence as he watched your pretty face nod to the part where he was going to rail you. 

You let out a loud moan when you felt his cock slide inside you, it wasn't gentle, it was rough. This was so much better than using a sex toy to grant your sexual desires for him. He wanted you as much as you do, he didn't start slow at all.

"Rail. me. senseless. until. I. tell. you. to. stop, A-Ah~" You said each word with each thrust of his cock inside you. 

Ayato moans in-between yours as he thrusts inside you at a normal pace. 

"Water isn't a good lube Y/N but since you were fingering yourself earlier while thinking of me it slid off easily inside," Ayato said but you can't comprehend what he was saying due to his cock has been hitting your g-spot recently and all you did was fondle your breasts massaging your nipples in a circular motion that prompted him to grab one of your breasts and suck your right nipple while his other hand was grabbing your ass so you wouldn't be able to escape each thrust he gives you. 

This went on for a couple of minutes and none of you was saying a thing but all moans and pants in between. Ayato has been wary of the sound of your moans becoming different, he decided to speed up his pace a little to see your reaction but he was right all along. 

"A-Ayato! M-my love! I'm going to; a-ah!" Ayato pulled out and gave you a smug face because he wasn't going to let you finish without him. Your eyes widened at him and gave him a death stare because he doesn't want you to cum early or by yourself. 

He stood up and carried you in a bridal manner as he walked towards the room behind the hot spring before throwing you down on his bed with a towel to dry yourself. 

You glanced at Ayato whose lower half is wrapped with his towel, it looks like he didn't try to dry himself up since he was busy getting something to drink. Your face reddens at the fact that you just had sex with the man of your dreams, the love of your life. 

You've admired him for quite some time, his body looks so good as if he dedicated his whole life shaping it. You groaned a little bit because your lower abdomen has been hurting after the knot inside you wasn't able to undo itself. 

"What are you thinking darling?" You got spooked a little when you felt his presence behind you. 

"N-nothing!" You replied to him and decided to play off little tantrums. Instead of making him confused, he grinned at you. 

"Y/N L/N, can I court you?" He said and kissed your hand while his eyes were fixed on your face. 

"Y-yes! Hmph!" You looked at him, pulling his face towards you as the both of you fell onto the bed, kissing him. 

You turned yourself over him and pinned him on the bed as the two of you shared a hot make-out session when you're positioning your opening to his hard cock. A small moan was heard when the tip of his cock entered you, little did you know that Ayato was amused by the reactions you're making when you felt strong hands holding your thighs and pushing your thighs down immediately instead of going in gentle he always wanted it the other way around, the shock made you press on his chests, making your way up to his face before kissing him again. You could tell that Ayato was doing this on purpose to annoy you! 

You started slowly bouncing on his cock letting out small moans while he looked as if he was avoiding moaning and admiring the scenery he's currently feeling. He found it attractive that you held up both his hands while in that position.

"A-Ayato! It's so good!" You said while moaning as his cock is hitting your core with each bounce you make. 

"O-oh no! My hips are moving on its own~" You added as you paced up a little while Ayato fondles your breasts with his fingers playing with your nipples

Ayato moaned loudly and sat up so he would have more control over you, he couldn't hold back when you were the one fucking yourself to him. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your neck as he fully took control of you. 

"A-Ayato!" You shouted since his thrusts were strong and hard, it wasn't slow or fast. Each of his thrusts has a meaning of how much he loves you, it's so meaningful that Ayato took it seriously when you said that you wanted him to fuck you senselessly until you tell him to stop but you don't want him to stop at this point. You don't know what would happen if he keeps up with the strong thrusts at a faster pace, you might as well have a more intense orgasm that was subdued earlier because of his cunningness. 

"I'm going to c-cum!" You said when your fingers are starting to grab the back of his head after wrapping it around him tightly. 

"I-I'm also going to..c-cum!" He said that made him moan when he felt that you've become tighter than you were earlier because you're about to finish already. 

Ayato decided to switch your position to a missionary one and you grabbed the sheets of his bed tightly when he was ramming his length inside you roughly but it was hitting your cervix either way. 

"Y/N! My love! Darling! I'm going to cum!" He quickly said as he was thrusting you faster than he was before. 

"Inside me— do it inside me!" You said and locked your legs and arms to him. 

Ayato paused from his thrusts and looked at you with assurance. You just nodded at him that you were sure that you wanted it inside. His heart raced that filling you up with his love juices, that impregnating you, breeding you was a feeling that he'll love for a lifetime. 

"Inside me! Inside me! Cum inside me!" You screamed followed by moans because his pace was fast, strong, and hard. This is something you can't even do with a sex toy that you bought a long time ago. 

"Ayato!/Y/N! I'm cumming~" You said in unison as his one final thrust, you felt a very hot liquid was being shot deep inside your core. Ayato moaned a little more when he let out more cum as you squirt on him. 

"Ayato, it feels so good. So fucking good~" You said before he pulled out his cock with his cum dripping outside you.

"Darling, I must tell you that I am not content with cumming once inside you." He said after he composed himself a little. 

"W-what?" You asked him. 

"Y/N, after I finished inside of you. I remember that you didn't tell me to stop after that" He said and grinned at you. 

"A-archons~," You said before Ayato kissed you. The two of you fall into the bed after the intense session you just had. 

"I love you so much" You felt Ayato's breath crawl on the bare skin behind your neck. You faced him and curled up to him as you rested your face on top of his chest.

You dozed off for a while until your heard the love of your life wake you up by kissing your neck.

“What is it? My love?” You said, your body felt cold with the air conditioning of his room which made you hug him.

“Do you want to do another round?” He said that completely woke you up, maybe you’re still asleep?

“Y/N? Do you want me to repeat what I said?” He said kissing your forehead and brushing your hair with his long fingers.

“You’d have to find out then~ Try to make me say stop~ Hihi” You teased him pinching his nose, the man next to you smirked and decided to pin you in bed. 

“Oh Y/N~ I’m only sexually active for you~,” He said and began touching the sensitive parts of your body.

“You wouldn’t mind if I tell you that I want that monthly stock of your love juices inside me?~ I’m in my safe day afterall~” You said alluring Ayato with your bewitching eyes even if he has seen you with no clothes on, you still managed to make him flush. 

“My love~,” Ayato said and hardly kissed you with your tongues clashing.

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This went on and on after a couple of hours with breaks in-between before he always successfully turn you on each time. Meanwhile, in the staff’s quarters, the staff that took you in was being scolded by their manager for how they didn’t listen when they announced that only Kamisato Ayato is allowed and he doesn’t want any visitors in the hot spring. 

The staff has been impatient while waiting for Sir Kamisato to pick up the phone, on the contrary, Ayato seemed pissed off that someone was bothering your sweet time. He gets off you and walked towards the ringing phone.

“I’m so sorry! You may have met the uninvited customer! I’m sorry for the inconvenience!” The staff pleads for forgiveness.

“No worries, I wouldn’t say the uninvited customer is an inconvenience.” He said and took a glance at you completely destroyed, legs wide open in bed with a lot of hickeys from your neck to your thighs while a lot of his cum dripped outside your sex before hanging up the phone. He then walked towards you smiling at how sexually satisfied you are based on your eyes looking straight upward. 

“Still not telling me to stop?” He teasingly asked you but all he saw was your beautiful face nodding at him wanting him to go on until you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.

<3

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A/N: I FINALLY MANAGED TO FINISH IT AUGHSH IT TOOK ME 3-4 DAYS TO WRITE THIS THING!! I HOPE YOU ALL LIKED IT. I also find it funny how Chapter 7 was so dark then here comes the Special Chapter <3 Thank you so much for the support! <3

[maniacwatchestheworld]

More Legendary Vessel AU because this is what I've been doing instead of everything that I should as of late. >.<

Fun fact, the markers I was using here are scented markers. Because why use good art materials when you can instead use something that smells like spearmint?

It occurs to me that maybe I should probably start explaining what the hell is going on in these, since they're now starting to get into areas that are less obvious to understand at first glance. So explanations under the cut? That's probably a good idea.

From left (top) to right (bottom).

Rei eventually becomes a True Vessel for Shaymin. Because friendship. And cute. And I just love the mental image of flowers blooming in his hair when he's happy.

Cogita used to be a Vessel for Enamorus. But that was a long time ago, hence no bags under her eyes. Want to know how to make Lady Cogita not look like herself? Well, this certainly is one way to go about it! I tried, okay! >.<

I probably should have said this from the outset, but Dawn is the main character of this whole AU lol. Arceus yote her into Hisui to A) Stop Giratina getting a Vessel in Volo and B) Prepare her to become its own Vessel. Is this a good thing? A bad thing? I dunno! I haven't decided yet! But here's a bit of Beta Arceus Dawn! I want to use this somehow, but no idea how. :p

So Lord Electrode doesn't offer much in terms of physical attributes for Melli to take advantage of as a True Vessel... I mean, Lord Electrode doesn't really have limbs so what do you do with that? Make Mell round? AHAHAHA! No. I sure as hell ain't doing that! But one thing that Melli can do as Lord Electrode's True Vessel is turn into wood! Makes him less susceptible to getting electrocuted, I guess. But probably the most handy application of this is that it means that he can photosynthesize! Means that he doesn't need to eat food as much as he would need to otherwise. But when I came up with this, the first thing that came to mind is just... Knock on wood. So that's why I made that. Ehehe. Good luck deciphering my handwriting!

Mai be very stronk. She picks up the boys and carries this Clan! No matter how much Melli might not like it and complain.

[tom-whore-dleston]

Spoiled

Pairing: sugar daddy!Simu Liu x f!reader

Genre: smut (lemon)

Warnings: sex toys, mutual masturbation, daddy kink, making out, overstimulation?, preludes to face sitting, sugar daddy/baby relationship turned romantic relationship, implied round 2

Summary: Your sugar daddy/boyfriend spoils you for Valentine’s Day.

Word Count: 2.1k

Beta Read: N/A

*All mistakes and errors are mine*

Notes: Happy late Valentine’s Day sexy friends 😘😘 This fic was inspired by this moodboard I made for a previous sleepover. I ended up really liking the concept and said 'yolo swag lets make it an AU 🤪🤪' I'll make an AU post like how I did with Teach Me Tonight in the near future and maybe give a new and improved moodboard idk ehehe Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

Fuckuary Day 14: Mutual Masturbation + Toys - sugar daddy!Simu Liu

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Dating the Simu Liu has been a dream come true. The way you two met was kind of a funny story. You ran into him almost a year ago, gawking over how he inspired you to get back into acting after dropping out of college. He offered to help pay for your student loans, claiming that you should be focusing on your acting classes instead.

Dating the Simu Liu has been a dream come true. The way you two met was kind of a funny story. You ran into him almost a year ago, gawking over how he inspired you to get back into acting after dropping out of college. He offered to help pay for your student loans, claiming that you should be focusing on your acting classes instead.

Of course, the handsome actor stayed true to his word. However, over time, he started buying you jewelry and dresses, and all the things you never thought you would own. Part of you wanted to question all the extra gifts, but at the same time, you didn’t want to be seen as ungrateful. Especially when it was Simu Liu that was catering to you. As expensive as these items were, you realized that you really loved them. More importantly, you realized you loved him.

Before Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings was released in theaters, Simu offered to take you on the press tours so you could see firsthand what they’re like. At the press tours, he’d show you off and make a point to introduce you to everyone at the events, telling them that they’d better remember your name because you will be just as famous as him. As the press tour came to an end, you finally asked him why he did all this for you of all people. You claimed that you didn’t deserve any of his gifts, let alone his kindness, because you were just some ordinary girl.

Simu responded by pulling you into the most breathtaking kiss you could possibly experience. Just like the movies, time slowed down and the rest of the world ceased to exist as your lips moved in unison. Once you broke away, you were left speechless, which allowed Simu to explain himself.

“You deserve all of the finest things in life, success included. I don’t think anyone else can give you that.” You stared longingly, and he combed his fingers through his silky hair. “Safe to say I fell pretty hard for you and this is me trying to prove it to you.” He didn’t need to say anything else. It’s not like you wanted him to anyway. All you wanted was him and only him. And that's how you became Simu Liu’s girl.

Your first Valentine’s Day has been a real treat. You were used to being spoiled and treated like royalty by Simu, but this time, it came from a place deep in his heart. When you woke up, you were greeted by a million balloons scattered around the room you shared. Following the rose petals on the floor into the kitchen, your boyfriend met you with a hearty breakfast. You were so enamored by this gesture that you jumped onto the kitchen counter to make out with him. Before you could snake your hand down his pants, Simu pulled away from you with a teasing laugh. You sighed in frustration as your nose grazed against his.

“I know, honey. So eager to take me now,” he taunted, mischief painted across his face. “Just you wait, baby girl. I have plans for you tonight.” He winked, causing your eyes to light up in excitement. “Let’s just get through the rest of today and I promise I will make you feel so good, you’ll need to call off work the next day.” You ate your breakfast alongside Simu, pondering the endless possibilities of how your Valentine’s evening could go.

When you arrived home after an intensive acting class, you found Simu reading over a script for an upcoming project. You creeped up behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Your lips ghosted over his earlobe, a spot that he didn’t realize turned him on until after the first time you both had sex. Simu began to melt under your touch, yearning for your mouth on his ear.

“I’m home, Daddy,” you purred seductively, gently engulfing your lips around his earlobe. You calling him daddy was his absolute weakness. It took all his willpower not to slam you onto the couch and fuck you senseless. Simu didn’t want to cave into your temptations. Not when he had the whole night lined up for you.

“Hello to you too, honey. How was your class?” Simu turned his head so he could peck your lips.

“It was okay.” Simu nodded, waiting for you to continue. “All I could think about was what you plan on doing to me tonight. I was imagining how good you’re gonna make me feel and it just made my pussy so wet.” Your finger traced his sharp jawline, angling his face towards yours. “Tell me Daddy. What are you gonna do to me?”

Simu was two seconds away from stripping you and fucking you right then and there. He snapped himself back to his senses, keeping his dominant demeanor.

“Actually, before we get started, I have something for you.” He paused. “Make that some things. Go upstairs and open the first gift I got you–I think you will know what to do with it–Then, I’ll give you the second part of your little gift.” You giggled like a schoolgirl before spinning around to head upstairs. Simu bit his bottom lip as he watched you run up the stairs.

In your room, you found a pink box wrapped in a red ribbon. Unraveling the present, you opened it to find a lacy lingerie set that only covered your most intimate parts. You removed your work clothes to put on the lingerie set that hugged you in all the right places. Even after dating him for a couple months, it still surprised you how well Simu knew what you felt comfortable yet confident wearing. You circled around yourself, admiring your own reflection in the same fashion Simu would have. After a final glance over, you headed downstairs where he waited for you.

As your foot left the final step down, Simu turned his attention towards you, his jaw falling slack and his eyes widening. You licked your lips as he stared at you with hunger and lust.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy, honey. Come here to Daddy.” You strutted towards him, crawling into his lap and linking both legs on either side of him. The palms of your hands rested on top of his chest as Simu scanned his eyes over your lace covered frame. You were so delectable that he had to swallow the lump in his throat.

“Mmm, I meant to treat you this Valentine’s Day,” Simu said, reaching to the side to grab another box almost identical to the one that held your lingerie. “But this…” His finger trailed over your bra straps, “is as much of a treat for me as it is for you, honey.” He handed you the next gift, which you wasted no time in ripping open. What was hidden behind the wrapper made you breath hitch.

In your hand was a box that carried a vibrating wand, one that you had been looking at on the online sex shop that you were too nervous to purchase from. Your panties dampened, picturing how the vibrator would bring you to a mind blowing orgasm. The sound of Simu’s smug laughter pulled you back to reality.

“I know you wanna try it out, huh, baby?” You nodded meekly as his brown eyes stirred with desire. “Why don’t you sit on the love seat and put on a little show for Daddy?” Your cheeks warmed up at his words. Your legs were jelly, but you managed to get up and obey his orders. Once you were settled on the loveseat across from Simu, you yanked your panties down until they dangled from one of your ankles. Your wet pussy was on display for your boyfriend, which caused his jeans to tighten.

You sucked in a breath as you pulled out the wand from its box, testing your grip on the device. Your thumb swiped over the switch in the same manner Simu’s fingers would over your pussy before penetrating your sopping hole. Before your mind could wander further, you flipped the switch on, the buzzing sound filling the room. You brought the head of the wand to your cunt, chills creeping up your spine from the vibrations on your most sensitive area.

“Holy fucking shit! Woah!” You didn’t mean to, but you snickered at how overwhelmingly good the device felt touching you. Simu palmed his bulge through his pants as he studied your reactions to the toy.

“How does it feel, honey? That pussy feel good?” His voice was deep with fervor and it only added to your arousal.

“F-feels s-so good, Daddy!” Your voice cracked and you let out a flustered whimper. “Thank you for my new toy, Daddy!” You tossed your head back and curved your back into a C shape. This allowed your pussy to ride against the vibrator, which made Simu growl like a rabid animal.

He grunted a faint “fuck it” before undoing his pants to whip out his hard cock. Spitting into his rough palm, he rubs the thick liquid all over his girth while lightly squeezing his balls. Precum glistened over the tip as he slowly stroked over his length. His dark eyes drooped as he admired the way your pussy ground against the buzzing toy. Your gaze locked with his and you gasped at the sight of Simu jacking himself off. The view was so delicious, your carnal instincts took over, aggressively rutting your hips over the vibrator.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy! You’re so hot when you stroke your big cock for me. You’re gonna make me fucking cum.” Now, your moans were louder than the vibrator that sloshed against your wetness. The sweet mixture of sounds was something that would be ingrained in Simu’s mind for eternity. Still, he wanted to hear more of those pretty noises.

“Me too, baby girl. You’re so sexy when you play with yourself.” He huffed in desperation. “I love watching you fuck yourself with your toys. Maybe I’ll get you more if you’ll be a good girl and cum for me.” This led you to plunge your fingers inside your cavern while pressing the vibrator harder against your throbbing clit.

“I’ll be your good girl and cum for you. Holy shit! I-I-I’m gonna, oh god-” Your fingertips brushed against your G-spot at the same time the wand quivered on your engorged bud. You shut your eyes and cried out, letting the waves of pleasure wash over you. Simu was not too far behind you. He grunted your name like a broken record until hot cum erupted from his swollen tip. His pulsing cock and taut hand is covered in his seed.

Both you and Simu sprawled out on the furniture, slick with sweat and panting for air. He was the first to pop his head up and check on you. Still bathing in the afterglow, you laid there humming and giggling to yourself. It didn’t hit you that the vibrator was still on until you felt the buzzing on your thigh. Clicking the device off, you tossed it to the side, letting it roll out of your hand.

“You like your present, baby girl?” Simu’s calm voice returned along with his soft face.

You sighed in bliss. “I love it so much! Thank you Daddy for always treating me like a princess. I love you!”

Simu laughed, his dimples forming by the corners of his mouth. “I love you too, honey.” He gestured you towards him, reeling you in with his index finger. “C’mere and gimme a kiss.” You hopped up and immediately attacked him with a searing kiss. His tongue slid into your mouth, flicking against yours, causing drool to drip from your lower lip. You moaned as he pulled away to suck your neck, your pussy growing with need once again.

“I have something for you too, Daddy.”

“Oh really? What is it?” He cocked an eyebrow, pretending to be dumbfounded just to see what you would do next.

“Lie down and I’ll show you.” You shoved him flat on the couch and climbed over his face. He smirked below you, taking in your scent. That familiar darkness in his eyes clouded his tender gaze.

“Oh baby girl, you really are a sweet treat. I don’t call you ‘honey’ for no reason, ya know.” With that, Simu gripped your hips and pulled you onto his tongue.

[seiyasabi]

Doppio’s Wants, Diavolo’s Guidance

(Here’s Yandere Diavolo (Platonic) x Female Reader x Yandere Doppio fanfic! Ehehe these two are scary af tbh lol. Anyways, this isn’t exactly canon bc Doppio and Diavolo are two separate entities in this fic! Meaning, they don’t share a body!!!

TW: !Noncon!, manhandling!, creampie!, breeding kink!!, gag!, bound hands!, humiliation (not towards you)!, etc.. 

Please proceed with caution!

I hope y’all like this :)) I know I, like, dropped off the face of the Earth again, but I promise that I’m trying my hardest!)

“Come on, Doppio, I know you can do better than this,” Diavolo’s muscular form presses against yours, practically smothering you from behind. His large hands grip the fat of your thighs, and tilts your swollen pussy up towards the nervous male. His inexperienced fingers play with your clit and slit, trying to prepare you for his thick cock. 

“I-I’m trying my hardest, Boss! I promise to be good,” He plunges two fingers into your unprepared cunny, causing a surprised grunt to escape your gagged lips. Your chest heaves, as tears drip down your face. Noticing this, Doppio gasps, “Don’t cry, Lovely! I promise I’ll make you feel good!” 

Shaking your head, you try to move away from his invading fingers, causing Diavolo to tut mockingly, “Look what you did, Doppio. It seems that your princess doesn’t like what you’re doing. Maybe I should stop you, and find someone who will please her.” 

The freckled boy moans at Diavolo’s harsh words, cock practically gushing precum, “Boss, please! Please let me have her! I love (Your Name) so much!” His nimble fingers find your g-spot, causing your body to jolt, and a keen to escape your throat. He rubs your clit in fast, short movements, trying to make you as wet as humanly possible. Glancing down, Diavolo is pleased to see that his right hand man is causing you to drip pathetically onto his trousers. 

“Hmm, maybe I will,” The younger man’s eyes light up, “Maybe I won’t,” His face drops into a pathetically sad frown, and Diavolo swears he can see tears beading his puppy-dog eyes. 

Increasing his fingers’ pace, Doppio practically forces you to orgasm. Your entire body jerks at his ministrations, juices squirting onto all of you. The gag stops your noises from being fully heard, as you cry even more than before. You just came at the hands of your ex-best friend. The man who secretly stalked you for months. Whose boss encouraged his actions. The same boss you became friends with by accident on an internet forum-

Doppio’s moisturised lips kiss away the tears dripping down your face, a sweet smile on his horribly adorable face, “I made you cum, (Nickname), can I cum now, please? I promise I’ll give you a baby!” You rapidly shake your head, your bound hands trying-and failing-to push him away from you. Pouting, he looks up to his Boss with pleading eyes, “Boss, she isn’t being nice to me,” Crocodile tears drip down his countenance, as he caresses your face with smooth hands. 

A sigh of amusement escapes Diavolo, as he releases one of your thighs, hand trailing up to your vulnerable throat. He grabs your windpipe harshly, causing you to choke on your overwhelming amount of spit, “Be nice. The poor lad wants a family with you,” He moves his mouth beside your ear, hot breath causing you to shiver, “And I’m sure you know what’ll happen if you refuse him.”

Gulping in fear, more sobs rattle through your chest. Diavolo grips your chin, forcing you to nod in agreement. Doppio immediately jumps at your ‘consent,’ “Thank you so much, Princess! I promise to give you my best sperm! I haven’t touched myself for weeks!” 

Chucking your legs over his slender shoulders, he immediately aligns the head of his cock with your slick entrance. He rubs his precum against your hole, before forcing himself in at a slow pace, savouring the way your walls pull at his cock. A shuddery moan escapes his throat, as he cums on the spot, filling you with hot, virile cum. 

Diavolo laughs meanly, ridiculing him almost immediately, “You’re so sensitive, Doppio, are you sure you’ll bring her pleasure? I highly doubt she wants your pathetic, watery cum-much less your tiny cock.” 

More tears drip down the sweet looking male’s face, as he starts a rapid fire pace. His hips slam against yours, heavy balls slapping against your slick ass, “I will! I will!” You can feel his previous orgasm splurt out of you, coating the both of you in a pearly white liquid. 

Everytime he moves inside of you, he has a mini orgasm, tip digging into your g-spot. Before long, you’re moaning and keening like a whore, womb loving how full it feels. 

Doppio reaches down to rub your clit, causing you to grow tighter than before, forcing a pressurised squirt of cum to hit your cervix head on. Thus, sending you into your own premature orgasm. Your own juices fly out around his thick cock, soaking the pink haired man’s pelvis and abdomen. 

Your unwanted lover is practically shaking at the feeling of you orgasming. His slim body covers your top half, head resting against your exposed breasts. You try to catch your breath, but before you can, Diavolo laughs, “Awe, poor (Nickname) is so sensitive,” He reaches under Doppio and taps your clit, causing your entire body to jolt, “Too bad, it seems she’s squirted out your cum. How will she ever be round with your child now?” 

Doppio goes rigid, immediately standing at attention, “Then-then I have to try again! Right, Princess?”

Diavolo grabs your hair, forcing you to nod. 

Doppio wants a family-

Diavolo wants new henchmen. 

And Diavolo always gets what he wants. 

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

How would Raven react to... oh, I dunno, hearing a certain eel humming "Kiss the Girl"?

WELL, since you didn't quite specify which eel--

Raven briskly made her way down the hall, her feet so flighty that they barely touched the ground. She patted down the dark tufts of her hair that stuck up, and silently prayed that she would still look professional and presentable despite the rush.

An erratic hum rounded the corner, slowing her jog as she veered. The source of the sound? A lumbering eel blocking her path.

Raven gulped, stepping back to stare up at the wall, at Floyd Leech. The very last thing she needed before an important date: trouble.

“Mm? It’s Black Pearly!” He grinned, leering down at her. His voice still held a trace of singsong, residual music from his humming. “What’s up? Where’re you going? What’cha doing?”

Raven eyed him suspiciously.

He’s in a surprisingly chipper and perky mood today. I wonder if something good happened to him recently...? Although, knowing Floyd, he might be happy about having scared some poor mob student into handing over their lunch money, or beating someone in a fight...

She would have to tread carefully so as to not ruin his fragile felicity. (Either way, he would be a headache and a half to deal with.)

Maybe I can bore him to go away.

Raven cleared her throat and adopted her most authoritative tone. “If you must know, I’m on my way to a vice dorm leader meeting on behalf of the headmaster. Dull, diplomatic stuff that I’m certain you wouldn’t have an interest in.”

“What, you were just running to catch a meeting?” Floyd’s face fell—much to Raven’s delight. However, it was not half a second later when a certain slyness crept into the curve of his mouth. “Tell Jade I said hi then~”

“... This isn’t about him specifically. We will be discussing a wide range of topics which will impact all seven dorms in the coming future. Find someone else to be your delivery person, or tell him that yourself.”

“Aw, don’t be like that, Black Pearly! I’m basically giving you a free excuse to talk to him. You should be more thankful. Azul would’ve asked you to pay him for that opening! Aren’t I so nice?”

“I feel like I need to emphasize to you—once again—that this is strictly business, business!!”

But her protest never reached Floyd. He had returned to humming cheerily, his attention focused on a figure approaching from the end of the hallway.

“For goodness’s sake, will you stop with... whatever song that is and listen to me?”

“Ehehe. Never heard of it, Black Pearly? A famous composer from the Coral Sea wrote it. It’s a love song about animals helping a mermaid princess and a human prince share a kiss of true love.” Floyd’s eyes brightened. “And look! Here comes the perfect partner in crime~”

Before she could ask what he meant, the eel had already darted off at a breakneck speed. He launched himself at the student coming down the corridor, playfully slamming his hands against their belly—as if playing them like a drum set.

His victim jolted back.

“Whoa! Thanks for the free massage, but I think I can make do without it,” Trey insisted. Despite his joking and easy tone, he, too, regarded Floyd warily. “You need something? I’ve kind of got something to go to, so it’d have to be quick.”

“Yup!! You’re just in time!” the merman chirped in response. “We’re gonna sing! It’ll help set the mushy mood when Black Pearly makes out with Jade during the meeting.”

“H-Huh?! SING?!” Raven and Trey cried in unison, equally as flabbergasted as the other.

“I’m... not the best choice for that. I’d sound like a seagull in a flock of flamingos,” the vice dorm leader admitted. “And what’s this about... weird stuff happening at the meeting?”

“Ignore him,” Raven pleaded in a shrill voice, “Floyd is just talking nonsense!!”

“No I’m not! It would be fun because Sea Turtle-kun sucks at singing!” the eel cackled, rubbing his hands together gleefully. “Come onnn, let’s wingman together!!”

“Wingman? Sorry, that isn’t in my job description.” Trey passed the raven a sympathetic look. “You’re on your own with this one.”

Panic clawed at her throat, and she instinctively lunged at her senior. Raven gripped onto his sleeve and tugged with such desperation that his armband almost came undone. “No!! No, please...! Help a bird out, senpai!!”

Trey opened his mouth to turn her down—and felt another pressure on his other arm. Floyd had a hold on it, giving a squeeze to his bicep. “Sea Turtle-kun... You’ll help with the ambience, riiight? Then we can point and laugh at them together!”

“I WANT ABSOLUTELY NO PART IN THIS.”

[heybeybey]

Promises

I should probably be working on the three multichaps I've been balancing but ehehe oh well *throws a new fic to the fandom*

Summary: As the Scouts gear up to retake Shiganshina, Captain Levi makes a promise to the mother of his child. [Canonverse where Petra lives]

Words: 1,425

Pairing: Rivetra | Levi x Petra

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“I’m marrying you when I get back.”

His voice was a hush, but the words were loud enough to make Petra pause on her self-imposed task to saddle in his horse. He’s sure that he’d scolded her for the nth time already, telling her that it’s not her job to do so.

Not now when she’s three months into her pregnancy.

It all started the same night after the 57th expedition. Their squad’s death led to passionate sighs and grief-stricken fucks in his office. This was promptly followed by nervous stutters the morning after.

They decided to never talk about it ever again, not when they’re anticipating Petra’s upcoming promotion to become his second-in-command with her being the remaining veteran in his team. The last thing he wants is people questioning the position that she more than deserved.

Three weeks later and Levi found himself barreling towards fatherhood.

He’d always considered himself a callous man, but seeing the heartbroken look on Petra’s face when she had no choice but to step down from his squad had been more than enough to break something inside him.

It was his very first time to sleep with a woman then and he’d already fucked it all up, and now he’d dragged his best subordinate down with him.

Levi had left the choice all up to her, not really knowing how to approach Petra when they weren’t even together. All he could do was promise to support her in whatever decision she’d take.

But Petra was insistent, her face fearful but voice filled with resolve when she announced that she’s keeping the child. Their child.

“Levi, you don’t have to,” Petra reasons, her hand now cradled on top of her rounding belly. “I’ve told you as much before.”

Levi gives a cursory glance at his surroundings, seeing both soldiers and the only civilians in on the plan buzz around preparing for the Scouts’ biggest mission yet. He hesitates for a moment, not used to showing any type of affection in public, but he still reaches out to tuck a stray copper hair behind her ear, his finger lingering and trailing down the back of her earlobe.

Petra visibly shivers, and it takes them both back to the night their child was conceived.

An accident, but to the both of them, not a mistake.

Not when he’d see Petra light up with the kid’s every kick after the initial discomfort on her face. Not when he’d enter the apartment he’s renting for her and how it always felt like he was coming home.

She used to stay back with her father in Karanese but after the Military Police started targeting her with rumors of Levi’s involvement in her pregnancy, he made sure to drop by and hide her away in the most secure spot he could find near the Scouts’ HQ before he went on the run.

Petra was not happy with being treated like a porcelain doll, and he’d had to buy her grilled chicken with goat cheese and a slice of cheesecake as she nagged him down. Damn woman had been too obsessed with cheese since they learned she’s pregnant, but he’d found it more endearing than annoying.

He knew then that he’s probably too far gone.

Fatherhood was never a part of his plan, but he’d be damned first before he allows this child to be fatherless and leave the woman who’d always stood by him hanging.

Levi had never defined his relationship with Petra. For so long, she was his subordinate and she’d been brave enough to push past the boundaries to offer friendship. She became his lover for a night, the next thing he knows, she’s the mother of his child.

He wants more of her. He wants it all. A family, a house he’d come home to after each mission, a kid eager to welcome him back and a wife who’d kiss him and ask about how his day went.

Was he in love? Who the hell knows. He’d never been in a relationship before to even have a direct comparison. His shitty childhood didn’t help at all. But one thing he’s sure of is that whatever Petra’s willing to give him, he’d gladly take it.

“Who says I feel like I have to?” Levi finally replies as he pulls out something from his pocket, placing it on her palm. “Here.”

The ring was a simple copper band, and a box couldn’t even be seen in sight. He’d bought it during Historia’s coronation and it was the only piece of quality jewelry he could find that won’t completely blow the budget he’d set out for her and the upcoming baby.

It’s a cheap-ass ring, but Petra cradles the band in her hand as if it’s worth a thousand gold coins.

“I don’t want to tie you down,” Petra argues, tears now welling in her eyes the more she gazes at the ring on her palm. “You willing to raise him is more than enough—”

“Oi, kid,” Levi said, kneeling down on one knee to level his face with her growing belly. Petra’s breath hitches, amber eyes blinking wide at how the captain was willing to show his soft side when he’d always hidden behind a stony demeanor. “Your mom’s being stubborn. Can you ask her if she can marry me? Maybe she’d listen to you. She’d been insubordinate since you popped up.”

Levi gives her a pointed look, although he spares her a playful quirk of his lip.

He notices that the other soldiers were sneaking glances at them now, while the 104th brats were full on staring at the scene. Levi throws them all a glare to mind their fucking business, which draws out a quiet chuckle from the woman before him when they see Eren and Jean scamper off.

“You’re going to be a great father,” Petra notes, before quietly adding, “And husband.”

He snaps up, eyes as soft as it’s intense as he looks at her, “Is that a yes?”

She bites her lip, the sunrise illuminating her cheek makes her blush all the more breathtaking. She carefully slips the copper ring on her finger, and Levi couldn’t help himself from raising her hand to give a soft kiss on the back of her palm.

“Maybe you can take me out on a date first when you get back from Shiganshina?” She asks as she straightens the cravat underneath his scout cape.

“Levi, time to go,” Erwin calls out from behind them. Hange was busy rambling to Moblit while the newer squad leaders herd all their new recruits for a final briefing of each team.

Petra looks at the horizon, at the way the green expanse meets the golden glow of the rising sun. He sees how the melancholy sparked in her eyes for a second when she takes a glance at all the other Scouts, and Levi felt that familiar tinge of guilt—the self-hatred that he’d done this to her even when both parties were consenting.

He leans down, giving her a kiss on her forehead and runs a thumb against her lower lip. He doesn’t know boundaries at this moment. They’d never fucked or even kissed since that night, but as she melts into his touch right now, he hopes to whoever deity’s out there that he’s doing something right.

“I’ll find a restaurant where you can eat all the cheese and chocolate that you want,” he promises instead.

“You better. You just proposed,” she teases him, but her voice betrays her as Levi hears the familiar nervous hitch in her tone. “I can’t be a widow when I’m not even married yet.”

It’s stupid to make such a promise, especially with how risky this mission is compared to all their previous attempts. But for the first time since he joined the scouts, Levi has this unwavering resolve that he is going to come back. Whatever it takes, he’ll come back.

He’d kill all the fucking titans if that meant his kid won’t grow up without a dad.

His hands settles on Petra’s waist to reassure both her and the child growing inside her, “I’ll be back here in no time.”

[infrequent-creator]

From the list, #19 w/ Ojiro and Midoriya? 🥺💖

Summary: Midoriya noticed Ojiro is having some trouble practicing his dojo moves, so he offers some help.

A/N: Ahhh I'm finally over my wicked sinus infection, so back to work I go friends! Hope you like it!

((Also pls check the sneaky link at the end 😉 @boku-no-t-academia is the author of the linked story in green))

Word Count: 1,322

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"Are you hiding from me?"

"Huh?" The tail hero looked slightly confused cocking his head like a pup. “I haven’t seen you all day Ojiro. Are you doing alright?” “I’m sorry Midoriya, I’ve got a tournament coming up. I’ve just been very busy with all the practicing.” “Oh yeah, you do martial arts on the weekends! I’ve always been interested in that. My mom and I loved ninja movies, especially All Might’s ninja movie: Blade of Justice!” He struck a ninja pose, the same as the one on the All Might movie cover. He return to a regular stance as he laughed softly at the fond memories. “Yeah I do, and I’ve got semi-finals for nationals coming up. I still can’t land a couple of my moves.” “Oh I’m sorry to hear that. Maybe I could help you.” Izuku suggested.

"You know, that's not a bad idea. How about you meet me tomorrow at my dojo. I'll give you the address."

"Perfect! I'll see you tomorrow."

“Wow! This dojo is so cool!” All these photos of students! Aww Ojiro, is that you? You’re so little!” Izuku cooed at the photo.

“Oh god, that’s so embarrassing. It was the first time I won a tournament. I just turned 7.” He had dashed over to try to hide the picture. It was him as a kid , smiling ear to ear. There was a gold medal around his neck, and a trophy balanced on his tail. He was also missing a couple of his baby teeth in the front.

“No, it’s adorable. You look so happy! I’m glad you love this so much.”

“Yeah, it’s really fun.” He tossed his bag down on the edge of the large floor mat.

“Are you ready? Just take your shoes off before you come on the mat.” He reminded his excited friend.

“Of course, I’m coming.” He giggled, getting one last look at the picture before going to stand in the middle of the mat with Ojiro.

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The two boys tussing around on the mat, Midoriya being gently thrown around by his friend.

"You holding up alright?" Ojiro bend down to look at Izuku, who was giggling flat on his back.

“Yeah this is nothing compared to training with Kacchan. He throws me way harder, thanks for being so gentle.” He smiled sweetly up at Ojiro.

“Oh of course! What kind of hero would I be if I hurt my fellow heroes?” He chuckled, using his tail to poke playfully at Izuku’s middle. The shorter boy let out a surprise yelp and swatted lightly at his friend’s tail.

“Haha, sorry Mashirao, j-just a little…well…” As Izuku stuttered, his cheeks started to heat up noticeably.

“Ticklish?”

“A-Ah! M-More like sensitive but…yes.” He couldn’t look at the blonde still standing over him.

“Haha, it’s ok Midoriya, let’s do one more move before we head home. It’s just an easy takedown move.” He held out a hand to help up his friend. Izuku smiled and hopped to his feet.

“No problem. Let’s do it!” He nodded in excitement.

“Ok, so I’m basically just going to tackle you, pinning you with my elbows against your ribs & hips. It won’t hurt, it’s just going to hold you against the mat.” He explained, gesturing to the back of his upper arm.

“Sounds good.” He nodded again, getting in a weak defense stance, pretending to be an opponent.

Ojiro bowed, taking an offensive stance. In an i stand, he tackled Midoriya. Ojiro’s body curled around his opponent’s middle. His arms exactly where he said they’d be, both the blonde’s knees were against the other side of his ribs & hips. Neither hurt, but he was definitely not going anywhere.

“Wow, this is a pretty good hold.” Izuku giggled, looking at Ojiro’s face.

“Yeah, hey do you think you could try to struggle a bit? I want to make sure I have a good form.”

“Oh sure no problem.” With that, the little hero started to wiggle and thrash with all his might to try and escape. No such luck, he was indeed stuck.

“Haha no can do man. You got me pretty good here.” He chuckled, resting his arms out on the mat.

“Cant get out at all?” The blonde double checked.

“Nope.” He shook his head no.

“Good.” With that, Ojiro moved his elbow out to hold Midoriya’s left out and away from his ribs, leaving his whole left side exposed. The blonde playfully started pinching and poking at Izuku’s side.

“AHAHA! W-Whahahaha Ojir-ohohoho!” The green haired boy squealed, struggling to get away from the sensation sending Izuku into hysterics.

“Aww what’s the matter? Your little sensitivity wouldn’t happen to mean you’re ticklish, would it?” Ojiro teases, both hands now squeezing up and down the green haired hero’s sides and lower. Poor defenseless Midoriya erupted into sweet laughter

“EHEHEHEHE NAHAhahahahhaa! Nononohoho!” His feet kicking against the mat as he tried to protect his sensitive torso.

“Really? It doesn’t? Then why are you so giggly, Izuku?~” The blonde’s quick fingers migrated to Midoriya’s tummy, already playing with the new ticklish territory.

“ snort EEP! Ohohohojiroooohoho!” Izuku started to push against his friend’s back

“Oh god did you snort? That’s adorable Midoriya!” His hands slowing down a little to utilize his secret weapon…

“EHEHE hehehey! No tahahahail! Nohoho tahaha-AHAH!” Ojiro’s mischievous tail launched an attack on Izuku’s poor neck, ears, even his chin. The squealing greenette thread this fingers through the hair on Mashirao’s tail. The action did tickle on Ojiro’s end, but not enough to deter him from his objective: making Izuku Midoriya scream with laughter.

“Nohow, let’s see where your death spohot.” The blonde giggled through his statement.

“I dohohon’t have ohohone!” He whined through tittering giggles.

“You know, you’re a pretty bad liar De-ku~” emphasizing the nickname with a poke to each of his slender hipbones.

“AHAHA WAHAHAIT NOHOHOHONONONO! PLEHEHEASE NAHAHAHT THEHERE!” He bucked harder than ever before trying to shake his evil tormenter.

“Oh no, I believe I’ve just won. What do you think, Leezuku~” Ojiro teased, rubbing his thumbs deem into the grips of his hips.

“NAHAHAHAHHAHAA YEHEHEHEHES YEHEHES! YOU WIHIHIHIHIN NO MOHOHOHORE!” His hand repeatedly slapping the mat as a tap out. His round cheeks bright red with laughter and embarrassment. Also what was with that nickname? Leezuku, here did he even think of that..?!

Ojiro took that as a sign to stop. He sat back on his butt to watched Midoriya wind down from his laugh attack and ghost tickles.

“You ok buddy? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He checked, helping the smaller boy sit up slowly.

“Y-Yeah, phew. Just a little tihired.” He was still twitching with adorable soft giggles.

“Those hips are pretty bad, arent they?”

“Yehes.” He instinctively covered them, suddenly the phantom tickles hit him there.

“Here. Let me carry you back. Thanks for all your help Midoriya, I really just needed to blow off some steam and have fun.”

“No problem buddy.” He yawned, nuzzled his head into Mashirao’s fluffy collar. His arms were lazily wrapped around the blonde’s neck.

“Man, you got tired quick..” he chuckled softly, no response. The only thing he heard was soft breathing.

“Goodnight, Leezuku~” he shook his head as he walked them both back to the dorm.

[mirkosintern]

Crawlin’ back to you

pairing: dabi x fem!reader

genre: smut with a lil angst and fluff if you squint

notes: reader is a member of the lov, set in the meta liberation army arc (before the war!), possessive dabi, wowee this is my first work!! I never expected myself to be able to write a piece but here we are ehehe this was inspired by a certain tiktok actually. U may have already noticed but the title is from the song do I wanna know? by the arctic monkeys<3

warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, breeding, cum play, dubcon-ish?, toxic relationship, degradation, vulgar language, alcohol

word count: 3k

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That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day Crawlin’ back to you Ever thought of callin’ when you've had a few? 'Cause I always do Maybe I'm too busy bein’ yours to fall for somebody new Now I've thought it through

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Dabi wasn’t one to do feelings. He’s screwed numerous women, but they were nothing more than some toys to fulfill his sexual needs. Neither did he want to have feelings, nor did he need to. Afterall, his side hoes who begged to stay with him even after all the degradation he’s given them disgusted him the most. He would snicker at their pathetic attempts and cut them off ruthlessly.

However, you were an only exception.

No, he did not have feelings for you, he swears he never did and never will. But you were different from his other disposable sluts--he kept you around. He didn’t ghost you, instead, he kept coming back. It is only because you’re a member of the lov as well, he thinks. You are easy to access since you’re always around the lov base, and he doesn’t even have to worry about getting caught by civilians or stupid bitches who suddenly decide to turn him into the police. You guys were practically co-workers with benefits, fuck buddies where the “buddies” part is questionable.

Dabi didn’t mind that he made an exception for you until that night. That very night where you sleepily decided to crawl into his arms after a rough round and whispered him how you loved the rough texture of his skin against yours. That very night where you pressed delicate kisses beneath his jaw. The moment of intimacy—making his heart pound and warmth spread beneath his cold skin—was threatening. You were threatening.

That’s where he cut you off completely. He did not knock on your bedroom door located in the lov base anymore. He stopped sending those “you up?” texts at 3am. He didn’t even lock eyes with you or talk to you anymore.

It feels as if something heavy dropped inside you, squashing your heart to the point where it’s painful. You try your best to ignore the pang in your chest and remind yourself that you guys were nothing more than co-workers with benefits. However, the enduring heartburn only functions to make you realize how attached you were to him. He’s Dabi, the biggest scumbag you will ever meet, what did you expect? What were you thinking? It should be no surprise this happened, right? But having to encounter his stupidly handsome face every day was not doing any help. You are a girl with dignity, you tell yourself, trying your best to ignore his strong scent of campfire and cologne drowning you every time you guys are in the same room.

The pain is suffocating you for weeks, and you finally decide to completely get over him. The night Dabi brings a bimbo to his room and fucks her loud enough for everyone in the lov to hear—for you to hear—you’re done with everything. You step outside, get drunk, do anything to numbify the pain the raven-haired guy has caused you, and even meet a nice-looking guy who seems to be interested in you.

You are doing good without Dabi.

You don’t need Dabi anymore.

You are not letting him get to your head.

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A party.

League of villains is all about privacy, but they also started having some fun after uniting with the meta liberation army. Now they had sufficient money, people and place to throw parties every now and then without the danger of getting caught by civilians. Afterall, a number of heroes were in their side as well.

“Not gonna lie, you guys do know how to host parties.” Keigo smirks, picking up a glass of bourbon whiskey. “It’s fuckin’ lame,” Dabi answers as he downs a glass of liquor.

“So, what happened with y/n?” Keigo throws a suggestive smile.

“The hell you mean what happened with her?” Dabi frowns.

“Y’know, didn’t you guys used to be a thing or something?”

“Nah, she was an occasional fuck and that’s it.”

“Oh really? The Dabi I know never fucks a same bitch twice though. I thought she was something special.”

“Special?”

“Yeah, thought maybe you actually wanted her.”

A smug grin appears on Dabi’s face. “Never even liked her.”

“Have you seen her and her new boyfriend?”

The smile is quick to vanish from his face after hearing the word boyfriend. Dabi’s eyes widen, immediately glaring at Keigo. Before he could say anything, Keigo tilts his chin to point something.

“There they are.”

Dabi turns his head only to find you clinging onto some guy’s arm. Your cheeks are flushed –a pretty, pink glow on your face—as you bat your eyelashes at the guy. Bubbly giggles escape from your lips while you stare at him through half-lidded eyes. The guy’s arm is secured around your waists, pulling you closer to him.

Dabi sees red.

His entire body freezes as his grip around the liquor glass tighten. Dabi doesn’t say anything for a moment, but there is no way Keigo wouldn’t pick up how his cerulean eyes are flaming at the sight. “Well, I thought you knew.” Keigo pats Dabi’s shoulder. “Wouldn’t matter anyways right? You never liked her.”

“…Right.” Dabi takes another sip from the liquor, his eyes still fixed to you.

Keigo’s words are true; at least they are supposed to be true. Dabi didn’t have feelings for you. He doesn’t do romance. No feelings were ever involved with any of the women he’s slept with, and he made sure of it. It was so clear for Dabi without a question.

But why is it unable for him to erase the sight of you with some guy as he forces himself to sleep that night? Why are your sweet giggles echoing his head? Why can’t he get rid of the thought of you in that tight, black dress that perfectly complements the curves of your body? Why is the moment where the guy places his hand on your inner thigh replaying in his head? Why are thoughts of you messing with his mind?

“Fucking hell.”

Dabi gets up. This was fucking annoying. You were truly fucking annoying.

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You tilt your head to check the glowing digits of your digital clock on the nightstand. 2:15am. It’s late, and you haven’t even taken off the dress you wore to the party. You are too tired both physically and emotionally. You’ve done quite a decent job in entertaining the man who’s accompanied you through the whole party, but it was truly an energy-consuming task. You and him walked around as if you guys were the happiest couple in the party; but the truth is that you guys aren’t even properly dating yet. Solely because you have constantly been refusing to properly answer him asking you to be his girlfriend. It’s not that he’s bad looking or anything, but the idea of being with him just doesn’t sit right with you. Ever since you’ve met him, he couldn’t keep his hands off you without asking you anything about consent. You always had to pull his hand away with an uncomfortable smile, yet he never took a hint. However, when a dating rumor about you and him started and spread quickly, you didn’t try to correct anything. Maybe it was because you wanted to pull out a reaction from a certain villain. Maybe your unusual actions at today’s party; clinging onto the guy and laughing at every single word he spoke; was to make Dabi witness how happy you were.

 Truthfully, you were dying inside.

 What was even worse was that none of your attempts seemed to bring an ounce of reaction from Dabi. When have you become so pathetic and desperate? You feel tears welling up in your eyes, hot and burning, but you don’t want to cry. Not for an asshole like him. You take out your phone, find the guy’s name, and text him that you don’t want to see him anymore. You feel a little guilty, thinking that you may have used him to provoke something from Dabi, but your thoughts are too worn out for you to comprehend anything. You flop onto your bed and bury your face in your pillow. You huff out a deep sigh, and the soft texture of your cotton pillow feels warm on your cheeks. In all honesty, you were thinking about Dabi the whole time you were at the party. Whenever the guy’s hand creeped up your thighs or gripped on your ass, you imagined it was Dabi’s, trying your hardest to feel something from the contact.

 You weren’t over Dabi. You never were. Realization hurts, leaving a sour feeling in your mouth.

 Your body shoots up at the sudden, loud slamming sound emerged from your door. Your teary eyes widen at the lean man slamming the door shut. “Dabi?” You ask, not believing your eyes. “What the hell are you doing here?” Without an answer, Dabi’s one hand reaches for your throat as his other hand grips your wrist. His large body is towering over you, and you feel your bed shift as he dips one knee in the mattress. His sapphire eyes pierce through your soul, and you can feel his raging anger just from looking at him.

“You’re such a pain in the ass, y’know that?”

“Dabi, what are you-“

He doesn’t let you finish the sentence, pulling you in for a heated kiss. Your lips open reflexively, enabling him to deepen the kiss. The kiss is aggressive, and he doesn’t know whether it is because of his anger or his pent-up desires towards you that he has been suppressing. The kiss gets sloppier over time, hot and wet with saliva and tongue. He lets go of the grip on your wrist and starts tracing your inner thigh with his thumb, and you let out a soft moan. You finally pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, but he doesn’t cease to caress your thigh. Instead, he lowers himself to your ear. “You seem to really love thigh touches, don’t you?” His low voice and hot breath brushing the shell of your ear sends chills down your spine.

“Huh?”

“I always knew you were a slut, but never knew you were this much of a whore. You would bend over any guy who offers you some touches, right?”

Tears swell in your eyes again at his vile words, but it’s hard to talk when his knuckles are repeatedly brushing your clit.

“I’m… not a slut…nngh.” Suppressed moans escape your lips.

“Yeah? Why are you making those sounds then?”

“Dabi…”

He yanks your dress up and dips two fingers inside your lace panties, making you let out a weak yelp. Dabi raises his brows with a smug grin on his face.

“Oh, so she indeed is a slut huh? You get this fucking wet from a kiss?”

His two digits start pumping inside you, and you grip on his white shirt at the sudden sensation. Your gasps and moans get louder, and you suddenly feel his wet lips against your neck. Dabi sucks hard, making sure to leave dark purple marks from your jaw to your neck and shoulder, as he repeats the step of curling his fingers and pulling them inside and out your hole. “Dabi…too fast.” You whine out. “Yeah?” A sadistic grin appears on Dabi’s face. “Be a good slut and take what I give you.” His thumb reaches for your clit, making your legs shiver.

“Nngh…stop, I’m gonna… Dabi I’m gonna cum.”

“Stop? You want me to stop?”

“No!”

“Do you deserve it though?” he slows his pace while teasing your clit. “Beg.”

It’s humiliating, really—but do you have any other choice when you are this close?

“Please, Dabi… I’ll be your good slut. Please let me cum!” Your desperate cries have him pumping his fingers fast again, and soon you’re seeing white. Hot drops of release coat Dabi’s fingers as he pulls out.

“Say ah.”

“A-ah.”

You obey, and Dabi sticks his digits inside your mouth. Your mouth wraps around them immediately, sucking as if it’s a pacifier. “Good girl,” Dabi says as he pats your head, and it makes your stomach swoop with sick pride.

The bulge in his pants is becoming painful, and he contemplates on fucking your mouth. But he’s too impatient; He feels the need to abuse your cunt right now. He wants to hear your screams and cries as he proves who you belong to.

“Take that off.” Dabi gestures at your dress, and you start undressing as he demands. Dabi pulls down his sweatpants and boxers, causing his cock to spring out. It’s so pretty, you think, and you can’t help but admire his red tip, glistening with precum. He pumps his length a few times and lines it up with your entrance. You inhale a sharp gasp as you feel his whole length inside you. It feels so full; it feels as if he’s gonna split you in half if he starts moving.

“Ah, too big.”

“I know.” Dabi looks down on you. “Take it like a little slut you are.”

Before you could even talk back, he is moving inside you. Your moans blend with the noise of the bed creaking; a perfectly harmonized orchestra to Dabi’s ears.

You knew Dabi wasn’t one to prep you or go slow, but you feel like he’s going way rougher than usual. His wild thrusts have your head lolling backwards, and Dabi does not miss the chance to take a hard bite on your neck. You scream out of both pain and pleasure, and you feel two hot streams of tears on your flushed cheeks.

“Aww, she’s crying.” Dabi says in a mocking tone. “Bet you love the pain.”

Humiliation fills your chest and you turn your head away, but Dabi quickly grabs your chin with one hand, forcing you to directly face him.

“Who’s the one making you feel this full?” he asks.

“Y-you.”

“Did he ever make you feel this way?”

Wait, he? Who does he mean by he? Your alleged boyfriend? Could it be possible that Dabi was doing this out of jealousy? You try to comprehend, but it’s impossible for you to think clearly, not when Dabi is fucking you stupid. “No!” You shout.

Dabi’s free hand reaches for your clit and starts rubbing circles. “Tell me, who does this pussy belong to?”

“You…” You try to answer, but he suddenly lifts up your lower body and slams into your cervix in the right angle. It has you moaning even louder, your insides spasming around his cock.

“I can’t hear you.” He smirks sadistically.

“You, Dabi, it belongs to you! I belong to you!” You’re screaming his name like it’s the only word you know, making his cock twitch. “That’s right. You are all for me, all for me to use. Just a pathetic little slut for my cock.” A satisfactory grin appears on Dabi’s face.

Dabi lowers his body down and grunts directly into your ear as he thrusts even faster. The sound of his skin slamming into yours is so erotic, and you can feel how close you are.

“You wanna cum huh?” His words have you nodding frantically, babbling incoherent words. Yes Dabi—wanna cum so bad—wanna be yours—wanna be your good girl—please, dabi.

“Then do it. Make a mess on my cock.”

“Nngh, Dabi!” You scream out his name as euphoria washes down your body. His release follows you soon enough, painting your walls white. You feel warmth filling your belly while his groans echo in your ear. You’re still sobbing and panting after he pulls out, without any energy left to move. As your blurry vision starts getting clearer, you feel his warm skin and the sting of his cold staples against your back. His long arms wrap around your oversensitive body, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re messing with my head.” Dabi rests his forehead on the back of your shoulder.

“Huh?”

You’re confused, but Dabi doesn’t elaborate. His ego doesn’t let him do such thing.

“When you said you belonged to me, did you mean it?”

You bite your lower lip, not knowing how to respond to his sudden question. Millions of unspoken words and feelings are hanging in the back of your throat, creating a huge lump. You swallow them all and spit out a question instead. “Do you want me to belong to you?”

“Yeah.” Your eyes widen at his unexpected response, butterflies fluttering inside your chest. “Be mine.” His low voice vibrates against your soft skin. Your heart melts at his words, and you cannot stop your feelings from overspilling anymore. At that moment you both realize; you and Dabi were meant to crawl back to each other, no matter how hard you both try and struggle.

“I’m yours.” You smile, “I’m all yours.”

[mobagehelllocal]

“i can hold the world in my hands” ver vi - ace, jack, epel & sebek

If you're still doing holding the world writing— how about with Ace, Ruggie, Jack, Lilia and Epel?

- from Anonymous 

Hi there!~ May I request "I can hold the entire world in my hands." with the first years boys? (Maybe Trey in exchange of Deuce?) . I love your writing!~

- from @silizu​

Hi! If you haven’t gotten requests for this yet, I was hoping you could do the world prompt with the remaining 1st years. I love your writing with the TWST boys so much!

- from @tullia-daragona​

A/N: Alright! I decided to just compile these three requests because they’re for the rest of the first years!~ These are the last “i can hold the world” requests in my inbox~ We’re almost completely done with this series! I’m a little sad that it’s almost over, but I’m also excited to share other projects--! I don’t want to spoil anything so please do look forward to it! 

@silizu​, thank you so much for loving my work! 

@tullia-daragona​ thank you so much! i always worry if i capture their characters well, so messages like this really cheer me up! ^^ 

Without further ado, let’s go!

other versions: ver i (dorm leaders), ver ii (deuce, leech twins, silver),

ver iv (ruggie, rook, lilia), ver v (trey), ver vi (this)

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Ace grinned as he spotted you from across the gym.

“Lemme just greet them!” he said to Floyd and Jamil (the former of which had to be held back by the latter, because he saw you too and ‘but I want a hug from Shrimpy!’ ‘Yeah, no’).

"Hey!” Ace panted as he reached you, “were you watching practice?” 

“Yeah!” you smiled up at him. “That was amazing Ace!” 

“Stop feeding his ego...” Grim huffed as he curled up in your lap and promptly dozed off. You laughed as you stroked Grim’s fur.

“Can you stay the whole time?” 

“Yup!” You raised your fist into the air. “I’ll be cheering you on Ace!” Ace shot you a self-satisfied smirk, and drew his face closer to yours.

“Won’t you give me something to encourage me by?”

“Eh? Is the promise of cheering not enough?” He shook his head rapidly.

“Hm...” your gaze wandered off briefly, before you looked back at Ace with a grin.

“Then, how about I tell you a secret~” 

“Ah?” Ace tilted his head, “it would depend on the secret.” 

“I can hold the world in my hands.” you whisper to him, and he pulled back--brow arched high.

“That can’t be possible. You said there wasn’t anything magic in your world.” 

“Come on, humor me Ace.” 

“Alright.” he crossed his arms, and cocked his head to the side. With a grin, you reached forward, and cupped his cheeks in your hands. His brows jerked upward.

“Tada~” you giggled at him. “I’m holding the world in my hands!” 

Ace felt the heat rise up his cheeks as soon as your words sunk in. His heart skipped a beat at the way you grinned at him with genuine affection.

‘Cute,’ he thought, ‘too cute.’ 

He pulled away, his eyes flickered in the other direction. 

“Whatever.” he said, with a pout. You raise a hand to your own face, as you giggled into your palm at his cute expression. His expression was embarrassed, and there was a bright red flush rising to his cheek.

‘Ace is cute too.’ You thought with a grin.

When he noticed your expression, his pout grew severe and he grabbed your face in his hands too. 

“Ace--mhmp!” 

He aggressively pressed your lips together, and your eyes instinctively slid shut. Ace nibbled lightly on your lower lip, and you felt the blood rush to your head at the sensation. When Ace pulled back, your lips were redder than usual--and so was your face.

He grinned, pleased with himself. 

“Now, that’s encouragement.”

“Ace!” you protested, as your hands raised to your cheeks--you felt the heat that radiated from them. He winked, and with a snicker began to walk back to the rest of the team players. 

“Hey [Name]!” you looked up, and he sent you a gentle smile that made the affection in his eyes shine brightly.

‘You’re my world too.’ He mouthed. Once you blushed, Ace felt his cheeks heat up too at his actions. He quickly turned away, and from a walk escalated his movement to a jog.

EXTRA:

You stared after your boyfriend, with loving eyes.

Grim, who had been jostled at your movement, just shot you a grumpy expression. 

On the other side of the court, Floyd began to squeeze the life out of Ace.

“Aaaaaa~ Aaaaaaaa~ What was that? That was so disgustingly cute, I’m going to squeeze you--” 

“Floyd, please let go of him...” Jamil sighed. 

“Good work out there, Jack.” you clapped your hands for him as he finally stopped in front of you. He gave a soft grunt of acknowledgement as he began to steady his breathing. He bent, and placed his palms onto his knees as he panted. When he turned to you, you were already holding out his jug. 

“Thanks.” He said, as he popped it open for a drink.

“Wanna sit and take a break? I sliced some peaches for refreshments.” He did as you suggested, as he sat beside you. You handed him a small lunch box set with a fork for him to use. He hesitated for a moment.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.” 

You smiled at that.

Though Jack sounded dismissive, it wasn’t that he didn’t want you doing these things--it was more like he didn’t need you to do these little things for him. He might not actually understand why you even want to always watch him during his morning runs--hang around with water and fruit during his breaks. 

“Nah, I want to do this Jack.” you said, and when he furrowed his brows, you added “you’re my boyfriend after all. I want to these things to show you that I’m cheering you on.” 

He immediately raises his unoccupied hand to hide the lower half of his face, his eyes flickered away from yours in embarrassment. However, with a quick glance--

‘Yup. His tail is wagging.’ you thought joyfully, before quickly making sure that when he turned back to you--you were looking at his face. No need for your boyfriend to know that he instinctively moves his tail around when he’s happy. 

“I know you’re cheering me on.” He finally said, “but it’s fine if you don’t show up sometimes okay? I don’t mind if you sleep in... or something. A lot of the seniors tell me that I wake up insanely early so...” 

“It’s fine. If I can make it, I will, if I don’t, I won’t.” you reach to lace your fingers with his. “I’m okay Jack. Anytime with you is worth it.” 

He doesn’t look particularly convinced, but he nodded, and turned his gaze back to the fruit you had cut for him. 

‘How do I convince him?’ 

“Hey Jack.”

“Yeah?” he asked, as he stuffed a fruit slice into his mouth.

“I can hold the world in my hands, you know.” 

“Hah?” he turned to you, confused. “Is that... possible?”

“Sure is.” you chirped, “want me to show you.” 

“Alright.” he answered slowly, as he ate another fruit slice.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, you slid one hand underneath his chin, and slowly turned his face to look at you. He looked at you strangely, one cheek round, because he had stopped chewing at your action. You slid your other hand to his other cheek and beamed at him.

“Like this.” You said, “I can hold the world like this.” 

He furrowed his brow in confusion, as he seemed to try and comprehend your statement. You see how he gets it by the way his ears and tail stiffen. 

“Wait you--” 

Then he proceeded to choke on the fruit slice in his mouth. He pulled away and doubled over as he coughed.

“Oh no--Jack, are you okay?” you frantically offered him a handkerchief and brought him his jug as his cough subsided to a wheeze. 

“I’m--” he wheezed, “okay--just, give me... a minute...” he raised his other hand to his to feel his heart, and the way it’s rhythm had increased because of your statement.

‘How--how do you shake my heart so effortlessly?’

He wondered, as he glanced at you from the corner of his eye. When you notice his glance, you shoot him a relieved smile, which made him feel his blush rise even further up his face. 

“You--” You leant forward.

“I--what?” you tilted your head, and he cleared his throat.

“Did you mean that?” 

“That you are my world?” You asked, and he blushed. Amused, you nodded, “of course I did Jack.” His eyes flickered away again, and you looked at his tail to notice that it began to wag gently.

Unfortunately for you, you weren’t quick enough this time. When his tail suddenly stilled, you looked back at Jack to see his face was beet red.

“Was my tail...?” 

“Eheh...” He abruptly stood up and began to walk off. “Ah! Wait! Jack! I’m sorry! I can’t help it! It’s so cute I didn’t want you to stop!” 

“Don’t call me cute!” he called back, his ears folded back lightly against his head, and you barely thought of an ‘awww’ before he growled at you, his face becoming an even brighter red shade. He quickly came up to you, and wrapped you in his warm embrace.

“You... you make my heart beat so fast... and you’ve always... just known how I feel--I” your face flushed red (from his statement, or the way you’re pressed against his muscles--you don’t know) “I--I want to know your heart too.” he finished softly, and you giggled against his pecs (his pecs!)

“Silly Jack, you already know my heart!” you pulled back to look up at his flushed face. “I told you right? I love you.” he turned away, his ears twitched and his tail moved again.

“K..keep quiet. Please.” 

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Epel offered you another carved apple, which you happily took.

“Is it fine to eat such a pretty thing?” you sighed, as you stared in awe at the detailed rabbit in your hands.

“It’s fine.” Epel smiled at you, and you know how much he hated it--but your heart beats a little faster at the way the sunlight hits his lavender hair, and eyelashes. They make his blue eyes shine all the more--and it leaves you breathless.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Epel tilted his head, and blinked--his pale lashes tangled ever so briefly. 

“I’m just glad I have you for a boyfriend.” you tell him with a smile. At that, a light flush rose to his cheeks. 

“I’m not particularly strong, or masculine.” he finally said, as put down his knife. He frowned at himself in the mirror. “Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

Your heart twisted.

You’re lucky he lets you see his much more tender expressions--but Epel always struggled with his looks. Being someone who was raised in the farm, you could sort of understand that this perception was built by how his delicate features meant he was often coddled. Epel probably grew up with this perception that being skilled was better than being pretty--and that the scales weren’t in his favor. 

It didn’t help he was placed in Pomefiore, where they prized beauty above all else. 

But, Epel was forgetting one thing.

If anything, he truly did suit the House of the Beautiful Queen. 

“Epel,” you leant forward. “Listen--I do really think you fit the House of the Beautiful Queen above all else.”

“What? What do you mean?” he frowned. 

“The Beautiful Queen prized her beauty above all else, but.... being beautiful isn’t just about looking the part.” you said as you struggled to remember one of Vil’s many lectures, “Vil said it too right--that you have to also be skilled, to truly be beautiful.”

“I’m... I’m having a difficult time understanding.” 

“I’m saying Epel--if there’s anything you really need to take away from the Beautiful Queen is this--it’s owning, claiming your beauty, and finding a way to use it to your advantage to come out stronger.” His eyes widened in response. “Being beautiful doesn’t mean being weak. You just need to learn how to use it to make yourself stronger.” 

“Really? Is that what you think?”

You nod vigorously. 

“Epel, you--” you paused, “look, I know how to hold the world in my hands.” He stared at you quizzically at the sudden change in topic, but you only smiled. 

“Huh?”

“Here.” you gently cupped his face in your hands, and he froze--his already wide eyes become bigger as he looked at you. “You’re my world Epel. It makes me sad that you don’t see--you’re both beautiful and strong Epel. You’re not just one or the other. You’re both.”

Epel stared at you, startled--and in awe. The light hits your face, your eyes shimmer with pure love, and your smile is so kind. 

His heart skipped a beat--at your unfaltering love and devotion, despite his own insecurities.

He doesn’t understand why people still call him beautiful, with you right by his side. 

“I--thank you, [Name].” you beamed as you see that the way he looked at you meant that you had gotten your message across.

“That’s good!” you beamed, and as you pulled back your hands, Epel grabbed one and pressed a soft kiss against it. He reached his other hand to brush your cheeks as well.

“[Name]... I want you to know that you’re incredibly beautiful too,” he paused. “and I’ll kick anyone’s arse if they think otherwise.”

You felt yourself blush at that, and you ducked your head--you felt bashful.

“Thank you Epel.” 

“And...” 

You looked up at him, and he sent you a heartrending smile.

“You’re my world too.” 

--

"Choose Sebek!” You demanded, with your arms wrapped around yourself. “Malleus or me?”

Sebek immediately sputtered in response, his face contorted into an uncomfortable expression which proved to you that he couldn’t choose. 

(Somewhere behind you, Lilia let out a low “oooooh”, and Silver snorted himself awake, muttering “whazzat.” To which the fae actually ‘shushed’ him.)

At any other time, you would’ve shot Lilia an incredulous look, but you were busy staring at the stuttering student.

“That is... I--” he swallowed, his eyes darted around nervously before he met your gaze again. 

“It’s fine Sebek.” you sighed, as you shot him a false smile. “I was joking.” 

“You were?” Sebek perked up.

(”Of course she wasn’t!” Lilia said, the telltale sound of crunching made you twitch--was he eating your popcorn? Watching this confrontation? Like a drama?)

Sebek glanced behind you then looked at you again.

Of course you weren’t joking. 

Well, half-joking really.

You had, earlier, complained to Lilia that Sebek would often still chose Malleus over you.

(”Then test him!” Lilia said, with an excited gleam in his eyes. For real--that old man loved his drama.)

So after being hyped up by Lilia, you had decided to ask him this question. You had wanted to know if he’d pick Malleus or you in an instant.

Some very insecure part of you worried endlessly that he’d immediately pick Malleus without a second thought, so it took all your courage to actually see what he’d chose. On the other hand, you really didn’t want to do this. Malleus was important to him--you got that but sometimes--

You wondered if you were any important to him as he was to you. 

That he had difficulty choosing--’Well that meant something right?’ you thought to yourself. ‘That there’s a chance he might chose me.’ 

Though you were disappointed he hadn’t chosen you instantly, you tried to tell yourself to be satisfied with his indecision at least. 

However, you’d make one thing clear to him...

“Listen, Sebek.” he flinched and met your gaze again.

“Yeah?” 

“I can hold the world in my hands.” You hold his gaze steadily. “This is something Malleus probably cannot do.”

He bristled lightly at that, his instinct was to defend his lord--that is until you stepped closer and cupped his face in your warm hands. 

“I’m holding my world.” You confessed, and he more than feels his face reddened at the realization--what you’re trying to get across to him--

‘I chose you Sebek.’

‘I chose you.’ 

Your eyes glimmered.

‘Could you choose me?’ 

Just as quickly as you held him, you let go of him and shot him a weak smile. 

“Well, that’s all I wanted to say.” you said before you moved to take the seat next to Lilia. Sebek hesitantly took the seat next to you, and he would glance at you then down on his hands again. 

‘You chose me... without thinking twice... I...’ his fist clenched, ‘why can’t I do the same for you...?’ 

--

[formenis]

Score of zero: Love (”Gym” pt.2)

@ everybodyhatesluh asked: “I need part 2 of "gym"! Plss! Where the reader tells her love for L! And then her dad askes her who is her boyfriend! I would Love! Luh~💫💛🦋" 

Tennis references~

I like putting L in a difficult position, ehehe~

pairing: L x Yagami!fem!reader

warning: fluff I guess?

requested: yes

Remember English is not my first language (and it’s a bit late here) so I’m sorry about the mistakes in my stories.

«"Chocolate Covered Strawberry Brownies"? No, I don't have the mould»

Flip.

«"Heart-Shaped Cake"? Too obvious»

Flip.

«"Strawberry Shortcake Fudge"? It's too pink»

Y/N closed the book and groaned. «Ugh! I can't get my head round this! The fact that he loves all sweets bothers me…»

It was late afternoon at Yagami house. Orange sunbeams lighted up the kitchen and the living room creating a relaxing atmosphere, all despite the narrow space of the house. Y/N was alone in that moment: Light was somewhere with Soichiro, Sachiko was visiting one of her friends and Sayu was at school for some project.

Y/N took advantage of the situation to bake something for Hideki on the occasion of Valentine's Day. However, she sensed that Hideki would never reciprocate her feelings: he gave her the impression to be out of her reach.

«Come on! I'm a Yagami, after all! At least I have to try» Y/N leafed again through the cookery book when she heard the front door open.

«I'm home!»

It was Sayu, she came back earlier from school. Y/N quickly tried to hide the cookbook but Sayu entered the kitchen in a rush. «Y/N~ What are you doing?»

«Me? I wanted to bake something…»

«Really? For who?~» Sayu asked with a strange smirk.

«For myself I guess?» Y/N lied hoping Sayu would go away. But her little sister's smirk just grew wider.

«I don’t believe you~» the two sisters stared at each other for entire minutes. They were secretly hoping the other would give in.

Y/N sighed. «Fine, it's for a boy…» she admitted after a while, Y/N couldn’t lie at her cute sister.

Sayu, on the other hand, was squealing like a fangirl. «I knew it! I knew it! My sis has a crush!»

«Sayu please! Don’t yell…and don’t tell dad!»

Once again, the youngest Yagami smirked mischievously. «I will be as silent as the grave…at one condition»

Y/N sighed again. «What condition…»

«You have to help me with homework for a month»

Y/N complained loudly but if it was the price for Sayu's silence, she had to accept it. So Y/N agreed with her sister and together they started to choose a good sweet to give to this mysterious boy. Y/N told her about how they met and how she became infatuated by him despite most people would define him as "weird".

«Since you played tennis with him, why don’t you do something that recalls a tennis match?» Sayu said casually while browsing through the cookbook bored. At first Y/N didn’t pay attention to what she said but then, after a long reasoning, she hugged Sayu very tightly.

«Sayu, you're a genius!»

♰ TIME SKIP ♰

Something in L's plan went wrong. Impossible, nothing planned by him went wrong…but what happened?

Originally, his intention was to get closer to Y/N Yagami in order to find some evidence about his involvement in the Kira case. More in particular, a proof that Y/N's older brother was, indeed, Kira himself. L would appear in the right places at the right moments, he would always say the right things and he would always be a great listener. Of course he already knew everything about the Yagami family so every confidence Y/N would do to him, the greatest detective L was already informed about it. But he acted as if he never heard anything.

Initially, it went well. Y/N was getting closer and closer to him, her confidences became more intimate and she opened more to him. L was even touched when he heard from her –during the period of surveillance- that she was in love with him, he found her cute. In this exact moment everything fell for him. And L fell too…yes, he fell in love with Y/N Yagami.

In this situation we shouldn’t forget about Soichiro. He, being Y/N's father, was more than bothered by what he heard from the cameras in his house. But not because he didn’t trust his Y/N but mostly because he didn’t trust this "boy" she talked about.

«Uhm Chief…are you sure about this?»

«Matsuda, we have to investigate. This boy could be Kira!»

«But Chief…I think your daughter would never date a potential Kira» Aizawa replied looking at his superior with shock.

«Aizawa is right, Yagami-san. Please, focus your energies on the Kira case and not on your daughter's romantic life»

Soichiro snorted, not fully convinced, but Ryuzaki was his superior co-worker and he had to obey. At least for now.

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.

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«Casual or formal attire?»

«Casual of course. It's not a date…yet»

«Sayu!»

The two sister, together in Y/N's room, were deciding the outfit for Y/N's love confession. Now she understood her classmates' nervousness about Valentine's day.

«Dress or not dress?» Y/N asked unsure in front of the mirror with two cute dresses in her hands.

«Y/N, wear whatever makes you comfortable…even your school uniform if you want»

She nodded at Sayu and chose F/C shirt / blouse / sweatshirt / hoodie paired with F/C pants / skirt / shorts and favourite shoes. In her bag / small backpack she put all her belongings and the cake she baked for Hideki. Y/N applied a little bit of makeup and brushed her H/C hair in a cute hairstyle.

«How do I look?»

«Gorgeous sis~»

Y/N smiled at Sayu and thanked her for all the advices. Shortly afterwards she would confess her feelings for a boy met at the gym.

♰ TIME SKIP ♰

And then, the day came. 14th February. Y/N decided to meet Hideki after one of his tennis matches at the To-Oh University. She was so nervous, she could sense how sweaty the hands were and how the heart was beating fast.

She was going to come back home and to postpone everything when she saw Hideki at the door of the gym.

«Y/N-chan, hello» Hideki walked closed, slouched as always with his tennis racket in one hand. He hadn’t no sweat on him despite the other athletes behind him were tired.

«H-Hideki-kun! Hi…how was the training today?» Y/N wanted to slap herself for the stutter when she greeted him.

«Quite boring, the others were not skilled as you or your brother» he smiled at her clearly moved by that sudden shyness from the second-born Yagami.

«Would you…would you go to the nearby cafeteria? I heard there's a special menu today»

«Gladly Y/N-chan»

And together they went to this new cafeteria near the To-Oh. However, the too much mushy aspect of the place made Y/N regret the offer she made to Hideki.

«Ah today is Valentine's Day…» Hideki said once inside the cafeteria, looking curiously around like a child inside a toy store: pink and red hearts everywhere –even sweets and candies had that shape-, a strawberry scent filled the air and on TV there was a famous musical.

The waiter asked if Y/N and Hideki were a couple and Y/N quickly said they were only friends. With a fast look, Y/N noticed that Hideki didn’t flinch at that statement. Maybe he really didn’t fell anything for her. A wave of sadness and disappointment hit her like a train and suddenly she started to hate that day.

Hideki and Y/N, once the waiter showed them a table, sat down they talked about many things: sport, University, school and about Kira too.

«What do you think of Kira, Y/N-chan?»

«Well…» she thought for a bit before answering. «It doesn’t matter how noble their ideals are, killing people is always a crime. So I hope this L will catch them»

«Yes, I hope it too»

The two of them were so much focused on their conversation that they didn’t notice someone recognised them from the shop window.

«Matsu look! Isn't that Ryuzaki?» Misa was looking at the shop window searching for something to buy for Light when she spotted a familiar black haired boy who was crouched on the chair instead of sitting.

Matsuda, who was with her according to L's orders, spied inside the cafeteria and he recognised not only Ryuzaki but Chief Yagami's daughter too. «That's Light's sister! So the famous "boy met at the gym" is Ryuzaki! I have to tell the Chief»

In that moment, Y/N grew nervous when she remembered the cake in her bag / small backpack. And Hideki must have noticed it.

«Are you alright, Y/N-chan?»  his monotone voice distracted the young girl from her nervous thoughts.

«Well…actually no»

«Is something bothering you?»

«I…have something to tell you, Hideki» she shifted anxiously in the chair.

«What is it?» again, Hideki's emotionless voice didn’t suggest her what he was feeling. Had she to continue? Or was it better to end the "date" there?

Her shaking hands curled into fists, determination was clear in her E/C eyes. «If I tell you I… You know… Care about you… Would you laugh at me? I never felt so good around someone…for once I was not Light Yagami's sister or Chief Yagami's daughter. With you I can be just Y/N, a girl who clearly cannot even choose a proper place to confess, eh!» she chuckled at the last part, maybe her attempt to wash away her current nervous state.  

Then she took a cute pastel purple box from the bag / small backpack and placed it on the table. «I made this…for you» she didn’t dare to look up at him, scared of his reaction.

Y/N heard he took the box and slowly he was opening it. Its contents were chocolate-covered cake balls that recalled tiny tennis balls. «Since I first saw you after a tennis match, I thought it would be nice doing something in memory of that day» she added shortly after, her gaze was still focused on her lap.

On the other hand, despite from outside he would appear calm and composed, L was panicking inside. He knew Y/N was going to confess, he knew what day was…so why that confession, those simple words hit him so hard?

"Internal check: sweaty hands, dry mouth, quickened heartbeat and…warm face. Wait…warm face?" L thought while observing the tiny cakes in front of him.

Yes, L was blushing and his brain was in tilt. Too many thoughts, too many emotions so suddenly. It floored him.

«But it seems…I imagined everything» Y/N broke the embarrassing silence that filled the air between them. Her voice cracked showing how much hurt she was. «Thank you for your time, Hideki-kun…and sorry» she stood up and bowed at him.

She was going to leave the cafeteria when a strong grip at her wrist stopped her. She turned and a tint of pink painted her cheeks, in front of her one of the cutest sight: a tomato-red Hideki who was looking away embarrassed.

«Excuse me, Y/N-chan, I have to say something against what you said earlier…»

«Uh?»

«I apologise if I didn’t reply to you but…hm…I don’t know the protocol for this kind of situations. Few moments ago I had so many thoughts in my mind but my mouth wasn’t able to formulate a proper phrase» L started to say, now it was his turn to be embarrassed, something so rare for him. «And about what you said before…I accept them. Your feelings, I mean. People like you are rare and precious…and since I always want the best, I want you by my side» he moved his dark eyes on her noticing she was even redder than him.

Y/N was staring at him in disbelief. Did she hear it right? He said…he accepted her feelings. She wasn’t dreaming, right?

«So…would you eat those sweets with me?» Hideki asked her and she nodded with a bright smile on her face.

At the same time, at the HQ, Matsuda informed Soichiro about what he saw at the cafeteria. At those words, Soichiro became gloomy and baffled.

«Ryuzaki is my daughter's boyfriend and my superior co-worker…this is even worse than I imagined»

Aizawa and Mogi were looking at him concerned. «Matsuda…you owe me 30.000¥» (A/N: something like 275$ USD with the actual exchange rate).

The young detective sighed defeated and gave the money to Aizawa.

«I knew I was right all along»