#any kind words for a little bunny guy in his time of need would be much appreciated

[insociometry]

"Some of the guys would honestly probably get off on jacking off on her thighs or something while she ignores them too so there’s always that as an option" ron!hyunjin would be so willing to do this 🛐🛐🛐🛐

(Referencing this ask!)

NSFW, vaguely post-RON/future fic, ~2k words

You’re lying on the couch on your phone when a shadow falls over you. You ignore it, at first; the summer heat is making you sleepy and lazy, and your boys come to check on you near-constantly as they come in and out, lingering and watching you without any participation needed on your part until something clicks in their alpha brains and they leave you be, satisfied.

This doesn’t seem to be that kind of interaction, though. “Hi bunny,” a voice murmurs sweetly, couch cushion deflating with added weight, “I missed you.”

When your eyes flick up, you find Hyunjin, as expected: kneeling between your legs still in his outside clothes, jeans hanging low on his hips and t-shirt sleeves pushed up to his shoulders. His hands hover loosely over your knees, but when you look at him, they lower, thumbs rubbing loose, light circles into your thighs.

His blockers are wearing off, a smoky, urgent tinge of arousal coloring his scent. When you take a cursory peek, you find a telltale bulge in his jeans.

“Hi, Jinnie,” you say back, smiling at the bashful tinge to his grin, the way he bites his lip cutely. “How was your day?”

“Good,” he murmurs, maintaining eye contact even as he bends down, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of your knee that nonetheless makes your pulse flutter. “Need you.”

As he speaks, his eyes flick down your body — nearly bare, only covered with Jeongin’s t-shirt and a pair of panties, unwilling to dress further in the heat. The house has air conditioning but you like letting the temperature stay a little high when you’re home mostly alone, and even with this level of proximity, you warm fast from his body suspended above you.

It’s obvious what’s on his mind, especially as his big hands take to kneading at your thighs, moving steadily down. He subtly spreads your legs in the process, kissing your knee again, then just a little higher, then again, lowering himself each time. At this rate, he’ll be on his elbows in no time — and he knows it, too, eyes already laser-focused on your panties, pierced tongue swiping quick over his lip.

He’s so sexy, and you consider him thoughtfully. Minho fucked you to exhaustion this morning before his later schedule, and you’re still feeling a little shaky in the legs, but—

Then your phone buzzes, and he loses your attention, just like that. Automatically, as you start to read your new text, you bend your leg to pull it closer to yourself, knocking off Hyunjin’s hand in the process.

He pauses, cocking his head to the side, voice soft. “No?”

You hum, reaching out to pat his arm soothingly. “Sorry, Jinnie,” you say, still looking at your phone, “I’m kind of busy.”

It’s not really a no; you all have your own ways to communicate varying levels of disinterest. But it does mean you’re not about to have a full-on romp on the couch. Hyunjin lets you go, sitting back on his knees, thinking.

“Can I just,” he breathes, and when you look up, you find him just as hard, his scent just as pressing, biting his pretty lip and looking at you with big, pleading eyes. As you watch, he hooks his thumb in his waistband, fingers hovering over the bulge in his jeans. “I won’t bother you, but can I…?”

His eyes flick again down your bare legs. You hum, watching him: his pretty face, the elegant line of his nose, the way his bangs are just long enough to fall into his face again. As you watch, he takes a break from the baby-doll eyes to blow a lock away — which makes you laugh, which makes him laugh, beaming at you crescent-eyed like he isn’t asking to jack off over you.

“If you want,” you shrug, continuing to grin as your eyes drag slow down his body. He shivers at even that much attention, hands clenching into fists on his thighs.

Then you flop over, almost kicking him in the process, and return to your phone. There’s a second’s pause before Hyunjin adjusts with the change, hovering above your knees.

You really do go back to your text conversation, so you’re not paying much attention to the sounds behind you: a zipper and a quiet exhale, the sound of spit and then a wet slide. You’re aware of it, in a vague kind of way — but you’re more focused on looking up noodle restaurants with Mikyung. You think Hyunjin would pout to death if he knew — but then, you guess he does. He’s just so desperate to get off that he doesn’t care.

Some time passes — enough that it startles you when Hyunjin’s hand lands on your thighs again. “Sorry,” he mumbles when you jump, pulling away — but you just shake your head, peeking over your shoulder at him.

“It’s okay,” you say, taking the opportunity to check him out again — oversized shirt bunched up under his arms to get it out of the way, muscular chest and abdomen exposed, jeans unzipped and underwear pulled down, his pretty cock clutched in his fist. It’s red and weeping, and when you lick your lips without thinking, it twitches, more pre-cum dripping pearly down his knuckles.

Then you turn back around and wiggle your butt. “You can touch a little,” you say absently, returning to your screen. “Just not too much, okay?”

“Okay,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to your tailbone over your shirt before slowly, gently pushing it up. “Thank you.”

You lift to help him bunch it under your waist, exposing your lower back and panties. It’s kind of nice; it’s getting hot quickly with Hyunjin’s body above you and his hand on your skin, settling firm on the small of your back as though to hold you down the way he sometimes does when he fucks you. You arch your back in response as an absentminded, instinctual response. Hyunjin gives you one last kiss — to your shoulder, this time — before returning to his previous spot hovering above your knees.

It’s a little harder to pay absolutely no attention this time, because now that he has permission, Hyunjin is touching you: not excessively, and not even overtly sexually, just the occasional brush of fingers along your thigh, or a hot palm settling above the back of your knee. Still, texts keep coming, so Hyunjin and his lovely hands and lovely cock occupy only a back corner of your mind, even as his pre-cum drips onto your skin, even as little sounds fall from his lips.

It’s taking him a little longer than usual today, made evident by the impatient huff he lets out. Still, his voice when he speaks to you is perfectly sweet and wheedling. “Bunny,” he asks, desperate, nearly shy, “can you talk to me about what you’re up to?”

You glance at him over your shoulder — the sweat on his brow, the pout on his lip, his bangs still falling into his eyes. “It’s really boring,” you say, eyes already straying back to your screen. “Not sexy at all.”

“Everything you say is sexy,” he objects, and you can hear the pout so clearly, even though you aren’t looking at it anymore.

It makes you giggle. “Well, Mikyung wants to hang out soon,” you say absently, “and she has a whole list of places she’s been looking at, so I’ve been looking them up…”

Your voice trails off as a new message comes in. Hyunjin prompts you just a few seconds later, needy and breathless. “Do any look good?”

“They all look good,” you mumble, typing your next message in. “That’s the problem.”

Hyunjin whines at your inattention, but when you continue looking at your phone, he settles down. His hands wander more, though: grabbing at you instead of just touching, taking handfuls of your thighs, kneading at your skin. When he wanders high enough, you jerk — hips jolting up, thighs pressing together. He takes a breath — and at that same moment, you realize, suddenly, that you’re turned on.

It makes sense, you think as you ignore the wandering hands with red cheeks and a bitten lip. A very handsome man that you happen to be in love with is kneeling above you touching you and jerking off. Anyone would be turned on, you decide.

Still, it’s — distracting. Hyunjin never quite goes beyond your ‘not too much’ instruction, but he definitely grows increasingly bold as the scent of your arousal blooms in the air: thumb tucking between your thighs, increasingly high, fingers digging possessively into the flesh, even slipping his fingers under the bottom edge of your panties or grabbing at your ass.

And as a result, it’s harder and harder to focus on your messages. You eventually give in and tell Mikyung your replies might be sporadic, pushing your hips up and back into Hyunjin’s touch. Hyunjin swallows, his scent thick in your throat, hand pushing so high up your leg that it just barely brushes the gusset of your panties.

You gasp, and Hyunjin does, too. “Bunny,” Hyunjin says, raspy and nearly begging, “bunny, can I—”

His hand hovers over your panties, and when you don’t object, he presses his knuckle shallowly into your entrance through the fabric, wet with your slick. You gasp again, head dropping, forehead pressing into the couch — and Hyunjin moans before pulling your underwear to one side and sinking his thumb inside you.

You swallow your moan as best you’re able — but Hyunjin hears it anyway; of course he does. He laughs, breathless and almost disbelieving, the sound of him touching himself growing louder and wetter.

“What about your friend, pretty girl?” he breathes, a teasing, dominant edge creeping over the obedient taffy-pull of him. “I thought you were busy.”

Twisting to glare at him over your shoulder, you say, just as breathless, “And I thought you weren’t going to bother me.”

His thumb crooks inside you like a hook, knocking any thought from your head. His giggle is high and silly, but his voice is dark.

“Is that what I’m doing?” he asks. “Bothering you?”

This time, you don’t bother replying, shakily picking up your phone and unlocking it with the determination that only pure brattiness can supply. Hyunjin laughs again and pulls out of you obligingly, hand leaving you entirely for the first time in a while — only for you to immediately hear the sound of him sticking his thumb in his mouth, sucking on it around a loud, shameless moan.

You’re suitably more distracted for the short period of time it takes for Hyunjin to come, made somehow worse by the fact that he isn’t touching you at all anymore. Instead, you can tell just by the sound that he’s using both hands on himself, and you picture it, because you’ve seen it so many times before: one attending to the head and the other stroking the shaft, wet with his own pre-cum, flushed and thick and pretty. You can picture his expression, the way his brow furrows and his head tosses back, exposing the long line of his neck, his vulnerable throat and bitable Adam’s apple. And you can smell him hurtling towards his peak, especially when you open your mouth to taste it behind your fangs: musky and thick and smoky over that distinct rosy scent, increasingly hot and urgent, making your heartbeat stutter and slick drip down your thighs.

When you’re touching him, you can get Hyunjin so loud it feels like it should be shaking the walls. This time, when it’s just him, he’s quiet; you don’t even realize what that long, drawn out whimper signifies until you feel the hot spill of his come on your thighs.

It’s so much — and it’s always so much, but it surprises you every time, dripping down your skin, pooling where your twitching thighs are pressed tight together. Hyunjin doesn’t even give you the chance to catch your breath before he’s dipping his fingers into his own mess, rubbing it into your skin until you’re absolutely drenched in his scent.

“Mine,” he sighs dreamily, still in that post-orgasm high as he strokes himself a few more times to come down.

And you have a smart reply ready on your tongue — but before you have to chance to actually say it, Hyunjin is yanking your hips up and your panties down, uncaring of the way it makes his still-hot come drip down your legs on its inevitable descent to the cushions below.

“Are you still busy?” he asks, face so close to your now bare pussy that you can feel his breath hot on your skin.

Your pride holds out for about five seconds before you throw your phone to the other side of the couch.

[sproutsrs-furrycodes]

unfortunately ah. chose to make this account at the. at the wrong time

college is fun but the crazy thing about disability is it disables you soooo im having much less fun than i would like to :/

double unfortunately i have very little free time and energy! i’m swamped! how’s a man supposed to learn how to code and post silly furry drawings in this economy! bah, humbug.

[pinkboaclub]

Sweet Thing

Summery: You and Harry are best friends, despite your 15 year age gap. One night, when your blind date goes wrong, he wants to make sure your night still ends in pleasure. {Older!Harry}

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: smut, age gap (15 years), mention of alcohol consumption, fem!reader

“Oh, what’s wrong, pretty girl?” Harry asked, his voice warm with concern as you trudged over to him from the bar, exhaustion written across your face.

The music in the background blared so loudly that it felt like it was vibrating through your bones, drowning out everything else. Every Friday night, Harry rented a private room at the local club for your group of friends to unwind, drink, and let loose.

You collapsed into his lap, resting your head against his shoulder, letting out a soft sigh.

“I’m just so tired…” you mumbled, your voice barely audible over the thumping bass.

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer with a gentle smile. He knew how alcohol always made you sleepy and affectionate, especially after just a few drinks.

“Poor thing,” Harry teased, his lip sticking out in a mock pout. He was used to giving you the same spiel every Friday—how he knew even a little alcohol would knock you out.

“I wasn’t even planning on drinking tonight,” you giggled drunkenly. “But then Eve and Clara dragged me to the bar, and I had one drink… and then two… and then three…it really wasn’t my fault.”

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll get you something to eat, at least. You need to balance out that alcohol.” He reached across the table to grab a small bowl of pretzels and nuts he had sent to the table the moment he saw you take your first shot, but the thought of eating made your stomach churn.

Despite the 15-year age gap between you—23 and Harry 38—you had always been close. You were just friends, of course, and had made sure to clarify that to everyone around you, but it didn’t stop people from speculating.

But could you blame them? You practically lived at his house, spent most of your free time together, and took care of each other like an old married couple.

You half-heartedly munched on a couple of pretzels, trying to settle your stomach. Just then, a waiter appeared with a glass of ice water, which you drank down in one go, the cold helping to ground you.

As your friends continued their chatter, some heading to the bar, others to the dance floor, you stayed in Harry’s lap, drifting in and out of sleep with your head tucked into his neck.

“We can head home if you want, bunny,” Harry murmured, his hand gently rubbing up and down your back.

“No, I’m okay,” you protested sleepily, keeping your eyes shut as you snuggled deeper into him. “Let’s stay for a bit.”

Eve, Clara, and a few others returned, laughing as they took their seats around the table.

“You’re the only person I’ve ever seen fall asleep in a club with barely any alcohol in their system,” Eve said with a teasing smile.

You managed a sleepy chuckle. “I can’t socialize without a little buzz,” you admitted, blinking your eyes open for the first time in a while as you sat up.

“As long as we get you on the dance floor later, I don’t mind,” Clara said with a wink, sipping on her margarita.

"Speaking of socializing," Eve began, eyeing you playfully, "Do you remember that guy we met at Jolie’s art exhibit? Elijah?" You nodded, though your memory of him was hazy.

"Well," she continued, "he kind of asked if I could set you two up on a date... but I told him I’d check with you first. It’s totally your call."

Maybe it was the alcohol, or just the idea of finally getting laid after months of dry spells, but before you could think it through, your words came tumbling out.

"Sure, why not? I think I remember him being cute. Is he nice?" You caught Harry’s gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly as his jaw clenched.

"He’s a friend of Jolie and me from University," Eve said, her voice light. "He was closer to Jolie, but he’s sweet. Really into art and music. I think you’ll like him." Eve’s tone was upbeat, though the surprise among the other girls was palpable. You'd been known to avoid dating for months, and yet here you were, agreeing to a date in the blink of an eye. Without hesitation, Eve texted Elijah to let him know you'd accepted.

The next hour passed in a blur of laughter and bad jokes that were 10 times funnier thanks to the alcohol coursing through your system. After a couple more drinks, you, Eve, and Clara decided to hit the dance floor again.

"You’re coming with me?" you asked Harry, slinging your arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Not really feeling it," he bluntly replied. "But don’t let me stop you."

You pouted, leaning closer to him. "You can go home, if you’re done. We could go home together." Your lips kissed all over his face, guilt creeping in as your drunk brain wondered if you'd done something wrong.

"No, no, sweet thing, I’m good. Just haven’t had enough to drink to feel loose enough to show off my moves," he chuckled, planting a quick kiss on your head. "Go have fun."

With that, you strutted away, immediately getting lost in the rhythm of the music. You couldn’t help but notice each of you was drunkenly dancing to a different beat.

"Hey!! Elijah texted me back!" Eve shouted over the thumping music. "He wants to take you out tomorrow!"

"Sounds good!" you yelled back, not even pausing in your wild dancing. "Any time after five works for me!"

When your legs finally felt like they’d given all they could to the dance floor, the three of you retreated back to your private room.

"I can tell by your face that you’re getting tired again," Harry teased, his voice warm as he glanced over at you. You sat down next to him, leaning into his side. "Time to go home?"

You nodded, already feeling the weight of your headache catching up to you.

"Okay, let’s go, sweet thing." Harry helped you stand, offering you a smile.

As was the usual routine after a night out—one of you sober, the other tipsy—the sober one would drive the drunk one home. When you were both drunk, however, it became a game of scissor -paper-stone to see who’d get the front seat in the Uber.

He gently assisted you into his car, a sleek black Range Rover, securing your seatbelt as you leaned back, closing your eyes in quiet exhaustion.

When you arrived at his house, he was there again, unbuckling your seatbelt and guiding you to the door with steady care.

“I’ll grab you some water and Ibuprofen. Why don’t you head upstairs and get ready for bed?”

You nodded in gratitude, your body heavy with fatigue as you slowly made your way up the stairs. Once inside his room, you went straight to the dresser, where you always kept a few pairs of pajamas for nights like this.

In his bathroom, your extra face wash, moisturizer, and toothbrush were neatly arranged….maybe people weren’t wrong to wonder if there was something more going on between you two.

Your hangover symptoms the next morning are what woke you up, head pounding and nausea. You opened your eyes, seeing Harry sitting up next to you, reading his book, shirtless.

“What a beautiful site to wake up to.” You groggily joked.

Harry looked up from his book, a quiet laugh escaping his lips as he marked his place and set the book aside. His eyes softened as he noticed you, his hand gently your messy hair away from your face.

“How’s your head feeling?” he asked, his tone low and soothing.

You let out a groan in response, your mind scrambling for some semblance of clarity. Slowly, fragments of last night came rushing back. The dim, pulsing lights of the club. The laughter. The dancing. You winced at the ache in your feet, a silent reminder of how long you'd been on your feet. And then, a sudden, jarring memory surfaced—one that made your stomach churn in a different way.

“Wait… did I really agree to go on a date today?” You asked, barely believing it yourself.

Harry couldn’t help but chuckle, his fingers still gently massaging your scalp as he looked at you with a mixture of affection and amusement.

“You did,” he said, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You groaned again, sinking deeper into the pillow, willing the world to stop spinning. “Jeez, I can’t even remember the last five minutes, let alone a date,” you muttered, half to yourself.

Harry’s chuckle turned into a laugh as he shifted closer to you, his thumb brushing lightly over your temple in a comforting rhythm.

"I think you’re going to be just fine," Harry teased, his voice still soft with affection. "But I’m not gonna lie... I am interested to see how this date goes. Since you've been avoiding dating for so long"

"Yeah, well, let’s just say I’m not expecting anything amazing," you sighed, stretching your arms above your head.

Later that day, you found yourself standing in front of your full-length mirror, nervously adjusting your outfit. You weren’t exactly thrilled about the date, but you didn’t want to look like you didn’t care either. You settled on a simple black dress—something that was easy but still flattering.

You took a deep breath. It wasn’t as if you had something better to do. You could always call Harry afterward to complain about how terrible it went.

You arrived at restaurant where Elijah had suggested you meet. It had that typical artsy vibe—exposed brick walls, vintage furniture, and food that probably cost more than it should have. As you walked in, you spotted Elijah immediately.

He looked up as you approached, a confident, almost smug smile spreading across his face. “Ah, you made it,” he said, standing to greet you.

"Of course," you replied, offering a smile.

"So, what do you like to do?" Elijah leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the edge of the table, his gaze more smug than ever. "What’s your thing? What are you into?"

The question hung in the air, a little too casually thrown at you. You hesitated for a moment, then smiled politely. "Well, I enjoy a bit of everything. Not really an expert in anything, though. I like books, music… anything creative, really."

He waved a hand dismissively, clearly not too interested in your response. “That’s nice. But honestly, I think everyone has their own version of what ‘creativity’ means. I think it’s just one of those things that gets watered down by society’s need to put things in boxes.”

You nodded, trying not to laugh at how seriously he was taking his own thoughts. The guy was talking in circles, as if he had an actual dissertation on his mind.

At some point during the evening, you realized that Elijah wasn’t going to ask about you or show any real interest in anything about your life. He kept dropping vague hints about how "complicated" he was, how misunderstood artists like himself had to suffer for their brilliance, and how he was just waiting for the world to catch up with him.

The only thing that really seemed to get him talking was his apparent admiration for himself.

Eventually, the awkwardness started to wear off, and he invited you to his apartment. Not that you were expecting anything from it—but you hadn’t been with anyone in a while, and the loneliness was starting to hit.

The two of you ended up sitting on your couch, sipping wine, your conversation moving toward more personal topics. It felt... comfortable, even though you knew it wasn’t exactly what you'd been hoping for. Still, you found yourself kissing him a little while later, your mind racing with that familiar nervous excitement.

Things moved quickly, and before you knew it, you were in his arms, both of you tangled up in each other in the dimly lit space of your apartment.

Time passed—minutes, hours, it was hard to tell. Eventually, you found yourself at the door, your dress wrinkled and your head spinning.

"Stay. Please," Elijah urged, his eyes softening slightly as he leaned in closer. “We could talk more. I really want to see you again.”

You bit your lip, your thoughts muddled. But, remembering the hours of excruciating conversation, you knew you needed to leave. "I have work in the morning," you said, even though it wasn’t true. The lie slipped out before you could even think about it.

Elijah’s face fell slightly, but he nodded. "Well, I guess that’s alright. But next time… Let’s make sure we have more time."

You smiled softly, but your mind was already elsewhere, already home and away from him.

You stepped out into the cool night air, pulling your coat tightly around your shoulders, feeling that familiar sense of discomfort slowly sink in. The date had been a total bust, and you couldn’t help but feel the sting of regret.

At home, after a quick shower to wash off the lingering feelings of awkwardness, you picked up your phone and texted Harry, hoping that he’d be up for a late-night rant.

"Can I come over to vent? This date was so annoying."

You didn’t have to wait long before his reply popped up. "Of course, pretty girl."

And so, you drove over, already thinking about how you were going to explain all the cringey moments to Harry, secretly hoping he wouldn’t say, “I told you so."

“You look like you had a blast,” Harry remarked dryly, opening the door for you.

You suppressed the urge to launch into a full rant. “Oh, yeah, great time,” you replied with equal sarcasm.

You both collapsed onto the couch— you sprawled out, Harry sitting up beside you like you were about to start a therapy session. Without missing a beat, you let the floodgates open.

“He literally talked about himself the entire time,” you began, voice dripping with frustration. “He asked me what I like to do, and as soon as I told him, he started lecturing me on his ‘interpretation of creativity.’ And it didn’t stop. For the entire date.”

Harry grinned, clearly entertained, as you continued your rant, eyes narrowing as you remembered every detail.

“And every conversation has to be this deep, philosophical, soul-searching dive— like, ‘We’re just floating on a ball in space,’ you know? The kind of thing you'd hear from the most insufferable kid in a first year psych class.”

You huffed, running a hand through your hair as the memory played in your mind. “Do you want me to continue?” You looked up at Harry. “It gets a little…18+.”

Harry's jaw slightly clenched, but he let out a chuckle. “Oh really? His personality wasn’t enough of a red flag?” He teased you, you burst out into laughter.

“Okay, okay, you have no right to judge, we’re both victims of making bad decisions when we’re horny.” You joked.

“Mm, I don’t know, I would’ve left after the ‘We’re just floating on a ball in space’ comment.”

“First of all, he didn’t actually say that…..that was just his vibe.” You corrected, both of you continuing to laugh. “And second of all, I KNOW you still would have slept with him, especially if you hadn’t been with anyone in four months.” You reminded him.

“Oh would I? No amount of horniness would have even made me go back to that type of person’s house.”

“You’re a liar. “ you said, dying of laughter. “Do I have to remind you of that girl you slept with, the one who kept saying ‘actually’ in front of very compliment, that you hated? ‘You’re actually funny. You’re actually kind of cute. You’re actually smart. What was her name? Lily? Lucy?”

“It was Laura.” He sheepishly corrected you

“And if I remember correctly, it wasn’t just one night, even after she described your sex as ‘actually good’, so I don’t want any judgment from you.” He surrendered, and let you continue.

“I’ll spare you the intimate details…I’ll just say, I didn’t necessarily leave satisfied.”

“Did you finish?”

“He finished. I didn’t.”

“Y/N.” He titled his head towards you in disbelief.

You stayed silent, almost trying to hide a smile out of embarrassment. He shook his head in disapproval.

“This is why I don’t go on dates. All I got was a shitty dinner and I still haven’t had a non-self inflicted orgasm in 4 months.”

He held his arm out as an invitation to invite you closer to him. Accepting his invitation, you leaned against him, head resting on his shoulder.

“Did you go home and…help yourself?” He asked, rubbing your back in consolation.

“No! I went home, took a shower, and then came straight here!” He chuckled, pulling you into his lap, making you straddle him.

“You don’t have to end the night unsatisfied,” he teased, his voice low with a playful edge.

“You promised no judgment,” you laughed, giving his shoulder a gentle shove. His silence, paired with the look in his eyes, made it clear he wasn’t entirely joking.

“I’m just saying... there’s an easy fix,” he replied, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Both of you laughed, though the underlying seriousness in your tones couldn’t be ignored.

“An easy fix? Like what?” you asked, your voice dropping slightly, the flirtation slipping into your words.

“Well, let’s say you wanted to,” He guided you off his lap, sitting you next to him. “You could lay down right here.”

You lowered your back onto the couch, your heart pounding harder than ever.

“Is this okay?” He clarified. You nodded and he continued. “I could come up here, make you feel better.” He crawled up to your neck, laying kisses along your neck, down to your collarbone.

He kneeled down on the ground in front of the couch. His hand shifted down to the button of your pants, slowly unbuttoning them and lowering them down your leg.

“You're in control here. Anytime you want to stop or do something else, you let me know, I want to make you feel good.” Your chest quickly moved up and down and you hummed in acknowledgment.

He grabbed your leg, placing it on one of his shoulders, kissing the other leg until he got to your inner thigh. Before he could continue you grabbed the ends of your top, quickly pulling it off to reveal your bra. Harry gave you a cheeky smile before he continued.

He kissed the insides of your thighs, sucking the delicate skin until a string of tiny purple bruises dotted your thighs.

“Please, Harry.” You whined in an impatient tone.

His eyes shot up to your face. “What do you need, sweet thing?”

“Everything. Your tongue. Your fingers. Please…please Harry.” The eagerness that had been building up in you for the past four months started to come up all at once.

“You need to learn patience, baby.” He teased you, lightly grazing his lips along your inner thigh. Finally, he grabbed your underwear and helped you out of them.

He planted his lips over your clit, expertly curling his tongue around the swollen area and flicking until your hips bucked. His arms curled around your thighs, pulling you to him and splaying a hand over your stomach to keep your hips still. He flattened his tongue against your clit to give you the pressure that you desperately craved.

“You’re so beautiful, bunny. So wet. Is this all for me?”

You hastily nodded, unable to speak.

Your hand tugged hard on his hair as his tongue worked delicately hard across your clit. Harry took one last look at your flushed face before moving his fingers at a punishing pace, driving you closer and closer to the edge. He could tell that you were holding back a bit, since you two had been friends for a while, yet this was your first interaction past a simple cuddle. He lifted his mouth from you.

“It’s alright, sweet thing. I got you, I want to make you feel good.”

He went back to pleasuring you, his ability to make you feel this good felt so natural. You focused on him, trying to push any nerves to the back of your head. His hand that rested on your stomach grabbed your hand, wrapping his fingers around your hand, giving you a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

A shudder rippled through your body and a deep moan erupted from your throat as you came around his fingers. Harry focused on you, helping you ride out your orgasm.

He climbed back up to you, sweeping your hair from your face and kissing your forehead, your nose, and your cheeks. “It’s okay, sweet baby.” He cood, your eyes stayed closed as you catched your breath.

You mindlessly pulled him closer to you, hiding your face in his neck, needing immediate aftercare after your powerful orgasm.

“Wanna go upstairs…an-help you.” You breathlessly begged, kissing his neck and lowering your hand down his abdomen.

“Okay sweet thing, let’s go upstairs.”

[read part two here!] [read a prequel blurb here!]

[alaia777]

movies i’d pair with the blue lock guys

how to lose a guy in 10 days - oliver

i just think how to lose a guy in 10 days fits oliver so much. i can imagine him making a bet with his friends about how he can get any woman he wants to fall in love with him. he meets you, and coincidentally, you’ve made the same bet with your friends. the difference? you need to drive him away in 10 days.

he’s kind and charming, planning dates he knows you’ll love. you, on the other hand, show up to his practice with a cute lunchbox covered in cartoon characters and a smoothie in a hello kitty bottle. as if that isn’t enough, you yell, “go for it, sugar booger!” every time he needs to concentrate, throwing him off completely and causing him to make mistake after mistake.

you take things further, showing up while he’s out with his friends, carrying an album of “your future kids together,” complete with photoshopped pictures of your faces. when he gets home from that hangout, he finds his house decorated with flowers, pictures of you, and stuffed animals, along with a note on the table: “take care of them as if they were our babies. i’m going to check on them! — your honey bunny :)”

he’s already at his wit’s end with your antics. but then comes the moment. you know the one—when ben saw andie in that yellow dress and placed his hand on his heart? that’s him when he sees you wearing that exact dress, standing as his plus-one at the gala he was invited to.

you find out about his bet first, and you’re furious—even though you were doing the same thing. when he finds out about yours, he’s just as angry. but after the heat of the argument dies down, neither of you can deny the truth: somewhere along the way, it stopped being about winning and became about each other.

and maybe, just maybe, neither of you want the game to end.

13 going on 30 - rin

i always imagined that the person rin would end up with would be someone he knew as a kid. with this one, there’s a little twist—besides the whole waking up in the body of a 30-year-old. rin is the one who finds himself successful, with the football career he always wanted, finally stepping out of his brother’s shadow. he had everything he ever worked for, so why did it still feel like something was missing?

one night, while scrolling on his phone, he came across a post from a mutual friend. they mentioned that you were in the same city as him, and without thinking, he tracked you down, looking for some kind of closure.

when he saw you again, he couldn’t believe his eyes—how much you’d changed, how much you’d grown, and yet, how you were still just as beautiful as he remembered. you, on the other hand, didn’t recognize him at first. it had been years since you’d last seen each other, and while you weren’t holding a grudge against him for leaving, you hadn’t forgotten that he chose his dream over you. and the years that followed? he never checked in, never reached out—not even once. so when he showed up, you weren’t exactly keen on welcoming him back into your life.

still, something in his eyes made you pause. despite the hurt, you decided to hear him out, agreeing to spend the afternoon catching up. the two of you wandered the city, sharing recommendations and reliving bits of the past. you even ended up at a sports bar, where they were replaying a match rin had played in just a week ago.

“you’re a star now. why are you hanging out with someone like me after all these years?” you teased, a light smile on your face. but the words hit rin differently, pulling him deeper into thoughts he wasn’t ready to face.

by the end of the day, he finally found out why you were in the city—the reason you were here in the first place. your engagement.

the word hung in the air, cutting through the quiet between you. you said it casually, like it wasn’t earth-shattering, like it didn’t crack something deep inside him. you smiled as you mentioned your fiancé, your plans for the future, and rin felt something cold settle into his chest.

he didn’t know why it hurt this much. after all, he was the one who left. he was the one who chose football, who walked away from everything that could’ve been. but standing there, looking at you and the happiness in your eyes, it hit him—he hadn’t just left you behind. he’d left behind a part of himself.

and now it was too late.

the proposal - sae

honestly, while writing rin’s part, i couldn’t help but feel how well it would fit sae too. but i had another idea in mind, something a little more fun, and somehow, the theme of the proposal came into play. imagine this: you’re the intern to his manager, always being looked down on by him, ridiculed for your “stupid” wardrobe, and treated like you’re invisible.

things take a wild turn when, through a series of unfortunate events, sae almost finds himself getting deported back to japan. the reason? his visa wasn’t sorted out in time, and his team just couldn’t get everything in order. in a desperate attempt to solve the issue, his manager hatches a plan—you two are engaged and about to be married.

you hated the idea. absolutely disgusted by it. and sae? well, he couldn’t care less, as long as it got him out of the mess. before long, he found himself sitting at your family’s table in the middle of nowhere, in a tiny village with almost no phone signal. the plan was simple—tell your family the engagement is real and keep up the charade for a while.

before that though, there was the immigration officer incident. sae, in his usual overconfident way, tried bribing the officer to smooth things over, but instead almost landed himself in jail. somehow, that’s how he ended up stuck at your family’s house, with no way out of this ridiculous engagement ruse.

things started to go awry right away. sleeping on the floor, waking up at the crack of dawn because of him, and having to endure his morning yoga routine like it was some kind of ritual. you really couldn’t imagine how anyone could fall for someone like him.

but your family? they were determined to make the best of the situation. they dragged him to the bar, took him fishing, and tried to include him in everything else. sae grumbled through it all, but he didn’t hold back on his frustration. he even ended up reluctantly playing football with them, but everything else? no chance. he hated it. the awkward family dinners, the endless chatter, the ridiculous games—he was done with it all.

and then there was your ex-boyfriend. perfect in every way, smiling at things like tree branches, wearing ridiculous clothes, and seemingly so happy in ways sae could never understand. he watched you together, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn’t explain.

the whole situation was supposed to be temporary. sae just had to play along, pretend to be the future husband, and somehow make it through without drawing attention to how forced everything was. but somewhere between the early mornings, the family outings, and the odd moments of silence, something started to change.

by the time everything was sorted and sae was on his way back, you weren’t sure what to make of it all.

the door closed behind him, but somehow, you knew things weren’t as simple as they seemed. something had shifted, and you couldn’t tell if it was just the act or something more.

ೃ༄ i wanted to leave the endings open, to give room for interpretation. what do you guys think? :)

ೃ༄ i’m going to do a part 2 with different characters, but this time the movies won’t be rom-coms !

[ladsheadcanoncorner]

domestic things ♡ - lads headcanons

prompt: random domestic headcanons about your life with the boys (i feel like we need this after the announcement of the new valentine's banner, like pls let me picture our boys as sweet and kind before i get too feral) rating: sfw cw: mentions of food and eating ✉︎♡: ask box open, tumblr users + anons

Xavier: -Three of his favorite activities with you are as follows: cuddling on the couch, playing video games with you, and cuddling on the couch while playing video games with you -He’s good at literally all of them. If you’re good too then he’ll get pretty competitive, and if you’re not then he’ll make sure to let you win once or twice so you don’t want to quit -Has two mini bunny plushies holding hands on his desk at work. If any of your coworkers confront him about it, he’ll just smile and tell them that they’re a rare, inseparable pair -Will instantly fall asleep if you play with his hair at all. Even the slightest head scratch has him dozing off. Playing with his hair is the most comforting thing in the world -He used to give you bites of his food whenever you would ask at the beginning of the relationship, but now he purposefully leaves the parts he knows you’ll want on his plate. The crispiest french fry, or the juiciest dumpling, or the piece of cake with a little bit of extra frosting are yours every time -If you confront him about it, he’ll just shrug and say that he’s full, but the smile on his face when he watches you happily eat it says otherwise

Zayne: -Nothing is more relaxing to him than coming home from a long day, snuggling together on the couch, and reading books -He always asks you to describe the scene you just read whenever he hears you gasp or smile, and you have him summarize the latest findings in his medical journals -Has photos of you in his office, and little trinkets from your time together. He even has a stash of old receipts, ticket stubs, and those paper admittance bracelets safely stored in a memory box -The two of you try to go out and get fresh air whenever you have days off together. Even if it is as simple as walking through the park, Zayne loves any excuse to get to hold your hand and see the world together -Likes playing board games and will get adorably frustrated if you aren’t listening to the rules or don’t take your turn in a timely manner. This TikTok is literally him

Rafayel: -Names all his fish after things that remind him of you. One is named after your favorite dessert, your favorite color, the first place you went out to dinner, and that noise you make when you’re surprised (that one is your least favorite fish, evidently) -This man cannot tie a tie. I said what I said. Before he met you, he rarely wore one anyway, but now if he has an extremely formal art auction to attend, he always comes to you for help -Will kiss your forehead and tease you whenever you tie it for him, but you can’t deny the way his cheeks flush with gratitude -Most likely of the boys to have multiple conversations going with you across multiple platforms -You’ll be texting about your plans for the weekend, sending each other funny videos on social media, and having a whole ass different convo complete with detailed drawings on SnapChat all at the same time

Sylus: -Likes to have themed dinners with you. Most of the time he’ll let you pick the menu, but he also has his fair share of good ideas -Think like 1920s Speakeasy, Build Your Own Pizza Night, Around the World Buffet, etc. etc. -Makes playlists specifically for driving around town with you. Of course, he will sing along to all of the words and he makes sure to sing the love songs directly to you -Of course you guys have a housekeeper, but on days where the housekeeper isn’t there, Sylus likes to clean with you -It’s mostly just an excuse so he can chase you up the stairs with the feather duster, pinning you to the ground to tickle you until you squeal

Caleb: -Loves to dance with you, even if no music is playing -If you’re in the kitchen getting a midnight snack, he’ll sneak up behind you and spin you into his arms, letting the refrigerator light flicker on the floor as he twirls you around -Even though he’s a successful colonel now, he still loves going thrifting with you -The two of you make it a mission to find outfits for each other, and will do a mini fashion show when you get home -Aside from Xavier (because canonically sleepy), Caleb is the most likely to fall asleep while watching a movie or TV with you -You: “Wow! I can’t believe that just happened!” Caleb: “Mmm…yeah…crazy.” -Cue you playfully smacking him with a pillow to wake him up, and him adamantly protesting that he was awake the whole time, all while he snuggles your waist even closer

[m-musings]

Hii, so excited to find someone who writes for Jack Frost! Could you possibly write some headcanons for him with a s/o that's a fairy that cares for the forest. They are easily flustered by his charms despite how far in denial they are about it...

A/N: love me some good ol' frosty boy headcanons lol hope you like these! :)

NOTICE (7/10/24) : NO LONGER WRITING FOR ROTG

Word Count:635 Warnings: none, all fluff

Headcanons: Jack Frost X Forest Fairy! Reader

Jack has been flirty with you since the very first moment he saw you.

He had been flying through the countryside to give a nearby town one final snow day for the year when from the corner of his eye, he saw you entering the treeline in a soft green outfit.

Being the curious guy he is, he decided to follow you, just to see what you were doing alone in the wild.

When he found you, you were growing some new spring flowers on the forest floor and after he had introduced himself, he seized the opportunity to use a flower themed picked up line.

And while it was kind of a dumb line, it still made a few butterflies erupt in your stomach.

That’s where your friendship (and mutual crush) began!

Once you get more comfortable in each other's presence, Jack will take every chance he gets to spend time with you.

He’ll try and help you with things around the forest or even help you relax if you’ve been working a little too hard.

In his typical fashion, Jack will lay on the charm and banter 100x’s more than usual just to see you try and hide the bashful expression on your face

You try your best not to be affected, but with how smooth he is, you almost always end up swooning as he flirts his way further into your heart.

Jack is enamored with every little thing you do and isn’t afraid to tell you exactly how he feels. He’ll even use his powers to create things for you as a way to show his affection and ask you to be his significant other.

And while you may feel the same way, you refuse to give in to his advances that easily. After all, You’re very busy and won’t let your fondness for him get in the way of your responsibilities to the woods.

Even so, you will also give him small plants and flowers with a subtle smile etched on your face as you thank him.

There are times when Jack will invite you to North’s workshop so that you can meet the Guardians and tell them about all of your experiences while taking care of the woods (and so that he can show you off to Bunny).

It’s important to him that you are always comfortable with and around him so if he feels like he’s overstepping any boundaries with you, he’ll take a step back and give you any space you may need.

But, If you or the forest are ever in any kind of danger, he will gather up the others as quickly as he can and rush over to help you beat whatever villain was threatening you. 

In the moments after, his only thought would be making sure that you’re safe and will frantically scan over your body to make sure you got through unscathed.

Seeing the normally joyful winter spirit so distraught over a simple nature fairy like you fills you with a need to break away from your typical hesitancy, so to calm him down, you’d carefully place your palm against his pale face and redirect his gaze to yours.

When he feels your gentle touch and finally makes eye contact with you, Jack’s panicky breathing would begin to even out with a relieved sigh as he realizes that you’re okay.

He’d give you a soft smile and gingerly pull you into his chest for a chilly but still somehow warm hug, which you end up accepting even if you still deny just how much you actually care for the snowy spirit man.

He would playfully tease you about loving him the next time he comes to see you and notice that this time, you aren’t as quick to shut down the idea.

[meathunt]

Sea bunny pt.2

Hope you enjoy! pt.1 PART TWO- THE BROTHER TW: parental neglect?, light kidnapping, manipulation, emotional abuse --------------*:・ﾟ ₍ᐢ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ᐢ₎*:・ﾟ--------------

Caspian knew from a young age that the best way to get what he wants is to be on people's good side. A calm and assertive voice, and a smile will get you far, those were some of the words his mother told him, and even if he was young, he remembers her teachings very clearly. Caspian was the student council president, like his father he was an attractive guy, with a warm and kind personality to most people, but a part of him the he usually didn't show was how stubborn and entitled he could be, learning from a young age that the best way to get what he wants is to entice the people around him to please him, learning his talking skills from his dad, plus some help from the genes from his mother, so he was capable to charm unsuspecting people. He showed an exterior of being kind, patient and compassionate, a caring sweet man that would do no harm. And don't get him wrong, he wouldn't in his day to day, however, he also had no qualms on doing whatever it takes to get what he wants.

He remembers the first time he met you, it was in the middle of his sophomore year when he saw you, just a meek little thing that looked very out of place, too shy to go up to someone to ask for information. Jumping a bit when he asked if you needed any help, so cute, just like a little spooked bunny.

He instantly had his interest picked as he guided you to the teacher’s office, at first he thought you were in elementary, but when he was told you were a freshman he was very surprised, after being given the normal start of school talk, he offered, insisted, to give you the school tour. You weren’t very talkative at the star, very silent and nervous to even look him in the eyes, but with a little charm he got you to open up, learning more stuff about you and your life. Even if you didn’t say it, he could tell you weren’t really happy, a constant shadow enveloping you, he tried to get your attention into other things, making small jokes and lighting up the mood when you didn’t want to talk anymore about your life. Thanks to his efforts he earned a small smile from you, he was blinded, he wanted to see more of those in your face, being happy suited you better.

You started to attend class normally, having problems with teachers once or twice the week for being late to the first class, he kept close tabs of you in school, the people you talked to, what you did in your free time, how your class were going, every single spec of info he could get in his hands. Thanks to that he noticed you tended to be a bit of a loner, spending time by yourself, and being mostly quiet, he could also see that you didn’t go to the cafeteria, most times eating just a fruit or some crackers for the day. He ended up approaching you again in your break, hanging out with you more, inviting you to hang out with him, sharing his lunch because he was given just too much and he wouldn’t be able to finish it all on his own. You two started to get closer, and you were most trusting with him, sticking to his side when you could, hanging out with his group and what not, he was elated to say the least. He started to walk you to the bus stop and wait with you, but one day he found you crying after class, and having reached a high level of trust between you two, you just told him everything going on between sobs as he held you close. Oh his little bunny, he was hugging you and rubbing circles on your back, responding when asked something, and talking to you in such a loving, caring manner, making you feel heard at last, giving you encouraging words, but on the inside he was fuming, absolutely furious and heartbroken for you. Not enough with having to live a tragedy of that magnitude, the people responsible for you chose to ignore your needs for so long, how he hated them. How dare they just leave you forgotten like furniture, he just had to do something! He decided to bring it up to his dad, if he presented his case well, he knew he could convince him that you just needed to get out of that situation, you needed true support, someone who would protect you, and someone who could accompany you, holding you close when you needed it. Once his father said yes, he started to look up more into you, masking his need to be the first one you went to and hogging your attention, with the concern of a friend, maybe older brother, convincing you that only he was there for you, that if you had any trouble you should go to him. Without you really realizing it he was the center of your social life, his friends always had eyes on you, even the teachers trusted him to deals with any issue or things that had to do with you. Most of the school started to treat you both like you were siblings. And the rumors only got stronger when his dad got you living with them.

When you started living with them he made sure to look ready to help you overcome your issues, but in reality he was terrible for your emotional progress, he feed into your insecurities, when you were scared of storms or the darkness he had no issue telling you to sleep next to him, when you got anxious about him or his dad leaving for any amount of time he made sure to reward that type of behavior. Making sure his little bunny always needed him, looked up to him.

He had always wanted a sibling, being jealous of some of his friends for the close relationship they had with theirs, and now he was finally going to get it.

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I had the chance to name this parte the son, and i would have been so tempted to put in the third part the spirit KJASKJF

[bunnyinvanilla]

Hi sweetie!! i love the way you write price sooo freaking much!! truly you are amazing!! (sorry if it has any typos english is not my first language) what about price seeing reader crying and really upset after a customer were mean to her? said something rude or a mean comment on her appearance

hiii pudding!! absolutely do NOT apologize, and thank YOU sm for the compliments, they mean a lot to me cause I really hope you like what I write, I need validations and praise to function :,) love this idea, you’re just a sensitive emotional lil bunny, n big old daddy price wants to protect you from mean, rude ppl ;(

you love people, you’re basically a social butterfly, despite your shyness, you just love smiling at strangers and giving them compliments — that made working part time as a waitress easier, that until you found a rude costumer.

poor baby, you kept thinking everyone in this world was as nice and loving as you,

“can you make me a vieux carrè?” the costumer hadn’t even greeted you before he plopped on the barstool, and that already made you feel upset :(

“good evening,” you retort gently, picking your usual pink notebook up but not writing anything down yet “what…what is that?”

he frowned, the kind of look that you always wanted to hide from, judgment all over his face, like he was considering your lack of intelligence. hard for a girl who kept seeking for approval and praise.

“you don’t know what a vieux carré is?”

“uhm…” you shrugged timidly “no, im sorry, I don’t drink” you replied sheepishly, tempted to call one of the boys and let them handle this conversation “and I don’t make drinks here, I only serve them. Simon is the one who mixes-“

“so you’re dumb and useless?”

the word was blurted in such a spiteful manner that made you want to flinch, but you’d been taught to remain polite and kind even with people who were not — your poor, sensitive glass heart though, felt a tiny crack on its surface.

“they probably put you here only for your looks, if you can’t even make a damn drink” with every word he said, you felt more and more warmth invading your chest, your cheeks practically burned with heat, and the back of your throat stung, like hundreds of tiny needles poking through it.

he stood up with a heavy, bored sigh, grabbed his wallet and buried it right back into his pocket, but not without casting you a disapproving glance first, from head to toe. “as flat as a table, you’re not even useful for that”

another crack made your poor, fragile heart shatter down completely, and your eyes grew watery, the promise of upcoming pearly tears that laid still on your pupils, but that threatened to come down your rosy cheeks with a single blink.

they started pouring out when you hid in price’s empty office, knowing no one would find you there. You sniffled, quiet sobs that echoed around you and seemed to cling to you. You’d forgotten to take a handkerchief with you, the little, sweet tears staining the fabric of your uniform shirt.

“what bloody happened?” john’s voice was a deep grumble, thick with worry and confusion. You hadn’t heard him walk in, but that was his own office, and he hadn’t expected to find his pretty girl crying there.

“doll, what’s wrong?” he walked close to you, grabbing you by your waist and turning your body towards him. You keep sobbing silently, crystalline tears smudging your mascara and the glitters you’d put on your eyes.

“nothing, sir, ‘m, ‘m- fine, ‘s just..” tiny hiccups interrupted your feeble speech, and when you finally lifted your eyes to meet his, and he saw your doe, sweet eyes filled with tears, he wished he had brought his rifle with him — to shoot anyone who’d made his sweetheart cry.

price was a gentleman, he only ever wanted to see you cry from pleasure, not sadness.

“what happened, angel? come on, talk to daddy” he cupped your face with a large, warm hand, his thumb catching a tear that spilled out and wiping it away.

“that guy- he-he said i was dumb because i didn’t know how to make him a drink, I apologized, ‘n i know it’s my fault because i didn’t know if it was on the menu but..” your chin wobbled at the memory, your already weak self esteem had been completely crushed by that guy’s words. “he said that im useless and im..im flat as a table,”

john’s eyes hardened, his brows frowning as he listened to your explanation, and he clenched his jaw. You sniffled again, sobs that made his heart clench, and his free hand tickle with the need to punch him in the face. He was fuming, but had to confort you.

“oh, love” he murmured gruffly, his thumb wiping away some glitter from your tear stained cheeks. “oh sweetheart, come here”

lowering his hand he took yours in his, gently bringing you closer to him, walking towards the little sofa chair, the one he’d added to his office for when you wanted to read while he worked.

he sat down and brought your body on top of his, swinging your legs around his sides. You lifted you hands and rubbed your tears away, like bunnies did when they cleaned their soft faces ;,(

his hands rested on both of your legs as you sobbed, slowly moving up and down to caress your bare thighs. “doll, you’re the most beautiful angel I’ve ever seen, the prettiest little thing,” he filled your ears with reassurance, his rough, raspy and low voice speaking gentle and loving words to you. You blinked down at him, sad puppy dog eyes that pulled at the strings of his weary, war burdened heart — he’d seen the worst and cruelest things within his line of work and during missions, but nothing compared to seeing you cry on top of him.

he lifted his head and buried his face on your neck, his mustache tickling your skin as he left a trail of kisses all the way down to your chest, stopping where the neckline of your shirt set a limit to his affection. “the kindest, sweetest girl in the world, intelligent and smart, the cutest fuckin’ baby” he rasped those word between the kisses, against your flushed skin. “my princess, my pretty lap bunny, aren’t ya…”

“don’t ya worry your pretty little head over that meanie, alright, babydoll? He’s lucky I didn’t hear him, I would’ve cut his hands and shoved them down his thr-“

“daddy!” you called him out, a little laugh between the tears, finding his colorful language amusing. “don’t say that”

he grinned against your chest, pressing a kiss right where your heart was and looking up at you again. “listen to me, love. You’re the most precious girl that exists, don’t ever, ever doubt how beautiful and clever you are, understand daddy?”

you let your eyes fleck between his own, nibbling on your pouty lip, and nodded lightly.

“good girl, pup. Say it f’me.”

“I won’t..”

“that’s my girl. Give daddy a kiss, cmon”

you lowered your head and pressed a delicate kiss above his mustache, and when you pulled away, he brushed the back of his finger right under your eye. “no more tears, stay here and rest for a bit, daddy’ll get you some water”

needless to say, you did in fact snuggle up on the sofa, waiting for john to come back with your water — what was taking him so long?

just him finding out who that bastard who’d made you cry was. He’d found him sitting on a stool, complaining to his friend about the waitress — let’s just say that by the time he came back to you, his scarred hands weren’t cold anymore, but were red and pulsing, and Johnny and Gaz had found a way to relieve some boredom. only orders from the captain, after all.

‘’just make him regret what he said, aight boys? and don’t tell my missus, she’ll feel bad.”

[dyna-mights]

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓮 ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

x f!reader.

cw: none, pure fluff.

Being friends since high school it was no surprise that you ended up falling in love with each other, although no one had to know, not even yourselves, right? But deep down you knew, because even though he was chosen as Divine Visionary he always made time to answer to your letters as soon as he could.

You, other than Max, were the only one allowed to get near his bunnies to take care of them and even pet them when he couldn’t.

After graduating it was kind of inevitable that you ended up parting ways with him, his job being as demanding as it is made it almost impossible for him to spend time outside of it; and with you getting your own job too things became a little too complicated.

Missing him, you decided to pay a visit to him before Christmas to give him a gift, you weren’t even sure if you’d be able to give it personally, but it was worth giving it a try.

You decided to go to the Bureau of Magic first, since it would be most likely to find him there, and after being interrogated as to why you wanted to see him by quite a few persons you were finally cleared and instructed that you would find him at the Magical Items Department. One, two, three knocks at the door. You took a step back and waited patiently, hugging the box closer to your chest, sighing deeply while trying to stop your heart from beating so fast. When was the last time you saw each other? Not even six months ago, yet it felt like ages for you, was it the yearning you’ve been feeling that intensified your feelings? “Hello, Miss (lastname)” His voice took you out of your trance. He sounded, and looked, much more surprised than you would have expected (because being honest, he’s not one to show many emotions on the outside). “Is there something I can help you with?” You needed a moment to breathe. The sight you encountered you were not prepared to, his hair looked kinda dishevelled, his voice was low and heavy and his eyes slightly puffy… Wait, was he sleeping? Shaking your head you noticed the seconds have passed and you’ve yet to speak a word, and so you did. “Hello Ames, can I come in?” You spoke softly, as if to a baby that just woke up, and he stepped back a little wating for you to enter his office. “And no, I don’t need anything. In fact, I brought you something, you know, a little early Christmas gift” Faking nonchalance you shrugged a little, patting the box that was now laying above his desk. “For me?” He had followed you after closing the door and was now standing just a few steps away from you. “It wasn’t necessary, you know. Besides, we haven’t even spoken for months, why would you get me a gift?” His voice now a little more awake and less heavy, one brow somewhat arched, and his head also slightly tilted to the side. He took a moment to look at you, to actually look at you, it felt like you were looking more mature, but he could still see the girl he fell in love with, all smiles and giggles, but just for him. Deep inside he relished in that fact, the fact that you seemed to ignore almost every guy that looked your way but not him, never him. “Can’t a girl give a gift to the guy she’s been in love with since forever? Maybe it’ll make him realise…” you said, smirking and arching a brow, while leaning on his desk, basking in the glory of his shocked face. He did have expressions, didn’t he?

And that was the start of your love story.

With him being a traditional man the passage from being his girlfriend to being his wife was rather quick, he didn’t feel like he needed to waste any more time given the fact that he has known you from many years already.

Since you got married he started to make an effort to spend a little more time at home, raising his rabbits with you and doing mundane tasks made him feel a warmth that he didn’t get to feel growing up.

He’s a calm and collected guy, but anyone that knows him knows for a fact that they can’t even dare to mess with you, he’s a Divine Visionary after all, he can and will end them in a split second.

Contrary to popular belief, he really enjoys cuddles and you being clingy with him (he’s clingy too, just don’t tell anyone).

He doesn’t get jealous often, only when like Renatus or Kaldo say something about you but, in reality, he knows you wouldn’t leave him for men like them anyway. He trusts you with all his heart after all.

He really enjoys taking baths together, drinking some wine or tea, eating some chocolate, or just basking in each other’s warmth and presence. He likes helping you wash your hair and is more than happy and grateful if you do the same for him but would never ask for it.

He likes to listen to you rant (more like yap?) to him about anything and everything, be it something that happened at work or the latest book you’ve been reading, he’ll always listen to you with a little smile on his face and, even though he doesn’t speak much when you do, you know he’s more than happy to do so.

Given the fact that he didn’t have parents for the majority of his life he expects to have at least one or two children to give love to, but he will always respect your decisions and if you don’t want to he’ll respect your wishes and would never stop loving you for something like that.

He values that you seem to love his brother almost as much as him, he knows Finn is a very lovable person and there’s not a person that could not love him, but he’s still grateful and happy anyway.

Overall, he’s a good husband, he raised his brother on his own, so he had to learn how to survive after all, he knows his way around house chores and likes to help whenever he has time and you don’t.

A 10/10 husband if you ask me!

PS: the gift was a Netherland dwarf rabbit in case you were wondering ♥

dividers © @/strangergraphics.

[taylormarieee]

Drunkenly Yours Drew Starkey

Summary: You and Drew go out and you get drunk and he confesses...

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: None, Just pure fluff, Mentions of Alcohol, Slightly Sober Drew, Drunk reader, Confessions, Kissing, Sweet ending.

A/N: This is a second fic dedicated to @ribbonprincess for her birthday! shhhh i'm a lil behind but love you beautiful<333

BIRTHDAY FIC 2/2

You and your cast members went out for drinks tonight. You are celebrating because you just finished filming season 3. You played as Rafe's love interest and supposed savior.

You got really close with Drew more than anything given the amount of scenes you guys had together. Granted you grew close with everyone on the cast, Drew was your favorite but of course you would never admit that.

You guys went to a little mini bar by your apartment complex that you all lived in, (Seperate floors and rooms of course) and you guys got all dressed up.

You were met by some paparazzi and some fans on the way out of your hotel but you guys didn't mind as you guys weren't in any rush. You all took pictures and posed and even signed things if asked.

Once that was over you all got into the car and drove away. You guys listened to music and jammed the whole way there.

Once you guys arrived at your destination, you are so excited yet nervous at the same time.

You loved going out but it was always hard especially when the love of your life was always going to be there and always suggesting to go out.

"Drew! Put me down!" you scream out while laughing as your conversation with Madelyn about something was interrupted.

"Nope, no can do peaches, gotta make sure you don't get your princess shoes dirty." Drew whispered in your ear.

You nervously giggled holding on to him tighter. He holds you in his(Big, handsome, strong and sexy) arms for a little longer while Chase confirms the reservation for tonight.

Once you guys were in, Drew finally put's you down. "M'lady." he says as he bows in front of you to let you walk first. "Hm. Thank you kind sir." You say in the best british accent you can muster up.

He chuckles and you giggle as you walk closer to Chase and put your arms around Chase.

"Hey bunny." He says to you wrapping his hands around your waist and furrowing up your hair.

"Heyyy! I told you not to call me that anymore Chase!" you say puffing your bottom lip out and stomping your foot down.

"Ok fine, then should I call you thumper? You do know how much you act like a bunny right?" He says laughing.

You punch his arm and sit down in the booth that the waitress guided you guys too.

Your in front of Chase but next to you is Drew. You look up at him and admire him as he sits down and takes his order.

The waitress is going down the line of your cast mates before she finally get's to you.

You give her your order which is the same as Madelyn's. She was your best friend, you could talk to her about anything. She was like a sister to you.

She was the only one out of the entire cast that knew you liked Drew. You didn't exactly tell her she kind of figured it out on her own.

She was a bit of an observer and she would watch how much chemistry (as she likes to call it) you and Drew had on certain scenes, or just being together in general.

You loved Drew, you could say it a million times and it would never sound like a lie.

Drew was the best person in your life right now. Yes, you had Maddy but there was something about Drew that just made everyday a better day when you were with him. Everyday was never dull when you were with Drew. It was filled with happiness and fun.

"Alright guys. I don't know about yall but i'm trying to get hella wasted." You say and everyone starts laughing and aggreeing.

"Wait but someone needs to stay sober to get us all home." Madison says.

"1 2 3! NOT IT!" Everyone except Drew says. "You guys are doing this like i'm not the one that drove you all here in the first place." He says chuckling at everyones childish behaviour.

"Drinks on me?!" You yell going up to the bar while you guys are waiting on the food.

"Bet!" Jonathan and Rudy say at the same time before bursting out laughing. You laugh and scoot out of the booth after Drew gets up.

"Hey I'll come with you, can't hold all those drinks yourself girl." Madelyn says.

You smile at her as you both walk away to the bar to get 12 shots of tequila.

'So, when are you gonna tell him?" Madelyn asks. Your head immediately spins towards her and your eyes are wide.

"Uhmm ha, real funny Mads, i'm not doing that." You say turning back to all the dancing people.

"But this could be your only chance to tell him!" Madelyn says. You look back at her.

"Oh really, and how do you suppose I actually grow the balls to do it. Plus, this is supposed to be a fun, calm night with all of us together. Celebrating season 3 of Outer Banks. I don't wanna embarrass myself on this wonderful night in front of everyone." You say to her before the waiter comes around with your drinks.

"Hey, can we also get some beers please and thank you!" Madelyn says to prolong this conversation. The waiter nods and smiles at you both.

"But, what if I made a plan? Created like a diversion maybe? Like idk invite evryone to dance but then you keep Drew waiting and then you guys talk for a bit." She suggests with a smile on her face.

"Yea that could work, but you know how much drew loves to dance." You say already taking a shot or two.

It's as if a lightbulb appeared over Maddy's head the way her face lit up. "What if, you get so wasted that you confess to him. I'll still let everyone go dance once we get enough shots in us and then you can confess to him." She says taking two shots with you as well.

You face screws up but before you can say anything Madelyn speaks, "Yea that decision is final." She says with a smile on her face before bringing the shots towards the table.

You smirk and shake your head before grabbing the beers that the waiter passed towards you.

When you make it back to the table people are already taking shots and interacting. Everyone seems a lot more loose now and more livid.

"WHO WANTS BEER!" You yell over the music so they can hear you. They cheer and so does the crowd, but there cheering for a different reason.

You pass out some beers to everyone and then chug down some shots.

Your a lot more loose now that your tipsy and you feel like doing something spontaneous.

You walk over to the bar and stand on the table with the permission of the waiter and he helps you up since your in high heel black boots.

"I have an announcement to make my fellow partyers! ALL DRINKS ARE ON MEE!!!" You yell out and everyone starts cheering and you pop open a bottle of champagne filling everyone's cups.

You ask the waiter for a couple beers and tell him that everything is gonna be on your tab. He smiles at you and nods.

You hand beers to people in the crowd and your taking more shots. Your turnt now. Dancing on the table still and then hoping down to dance in the crowd.

Your dancing when you feel a hard chest behind you and hands on your hips. You don't even look to see who it is and you start grinfing and dancing on them with a shot glass in your hand.

You dance on this perosn for about five minutes before you turn around and put your arms around there neck. You open your eyes and realize it's Drew.

Your eyes widen and you lightly push off him muterring a sorry.

"Your hype aren't you?" He asks with a smirk on his face. Your face is hot now and you can't control the smile that appears o your face.

"Even though your drunk you still look so adorable." He says putting his hands back on your hips and bringignyou closer to him.

Drew has been teasing you like this all night. You just wanted to tell him how you feel. You wanted to say it so badly that your throat was burning and not just from the alcohol.

"Hey Drew!?" You say his name so lovely that he melts. "Yes princess?" He replies.

"I'm in love with you. I've loved you for a while now and I just never had the courage to say it. I know i'm like really fucking drunk right now but I'm so in love with you it makes my heart hurt! Everytime I see you I get butterflies in my stomach. I love you Drew Starkey, I always have." You say dancing slowly with him.

He stares at you with a goofy lopsided smile on his face.

"Hey, I'm still sober but i'm a bit tipsy and I heard everything you said and my input on that is I love you too. Not platonically but romantically. I've thought about you all the time. It was like love at first sight. I fell in love with you from day 1 and I wanna be the one that is in your life forever. Will you make me the happiest man on earth and be my girlfriend?" He confesses.

You smile so much that your cheeks hurt. You feel like crying! You shake your head yes and grab his face and kiss him. You kiss him so hard he's stumbling back a bit but he catches himself.

He slips his tongue between your lips and you both kiss passionately on the dance floor.

You hear cheering behind you and you see Chase and Madelyn and the rest of the cast cheering for you and Drew.

Some others who are most likely fans are recording the moment as well.

Today was a good night. You finally got your prince and you were going to make sure you guys had your happily ever after...

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[novaawayne]

I love my fans but I love more || Izuku Midoriya

pairing: pro hero! Izuku Midoriya x fem assistant! reader

summary: Izuku loves his fans but he loves you even more even if you haven't realized it yet

warnings: NSFW. Riding. Soft dom! Izuku. Pet names (bunny). Assistant x boss. Bad grammar. One bed. Fluff. A little angst(? maybe. Izuku is the sweetest men in word <3

wc: +5.4K

a/n. english is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes.

masterlist

Izuku was always very nice to his fans. Being the number one hero, he had an image to maintain but it never bothered him. He always had time for a photo or an autograph when someone asked him for it.

However, it was complete chaos when Izuku had an event out of town and had to stay at a hotel. Social media was always following him everywhere and there were some pretty crazy fans following Izuku's every step and quickly finding out which hotel he would be staying at.

It was so that as soon as he got out of the car, he already had a crowd around him waiting to get a photo or an autograph from their favorite hero. It was even enough for them that Izuku looked at them for a couple of seconds.

He didn't need bodyguards, he was a hero, so he didn't really need anyone to protect him unless the event they were attending assigned some.

But this was where your work came in. You were Izuku's personal assistant and you had a pretty tight schedule to keep up with. You understood that it was important to maintain an image for Izuku, so you allowed him to stay for a few minutes but if people kept stopping him with every step he took, it was you who kindly intervened, mentioning that Izuku still had things to do and they could see him another time. Maybe at the event the next day, where he would even answer a few questions.

That particular night, it had been a heavy day and a rather long and tedious flight to your destination. So it was obvious that Izuku was exhausted and needed a good eight hours of sleep from him to stay fresh for the next day.

Unfortunately, when the car stopped in front of the hotel, they saw the crowd of Izuku's fans waiting for him. The green haired boy tried to show a huge smile but it was obvious that he was really exhausted.

The only "bad" thing about the intense fans was when they harassed the poor guy. Some girls would very blatantly come on to him or reach out to touch him in inappropriate parts. A few others gave her their panties or bras. Izuku always blushed at that but in the end he accepted it somehow.

You didn't really care that Izuku had a fun night with any girl he wanted, the problem was when those girls wanted to take advantage of it. They would upload indecent photos to their social media to get more followers or blackmail Izuku to get something in return. There were few girls who really enjoyed that night and left to continue with their lives.

You gave your boss a smile and he responded in kind. So you opened the door and went out first, Izuku came out right behind you and the crowd rushed at you.

You tried to keep everyone at a fair distance and it more or less worked. But there were really a lot of people around him. You looked at your watch, you would allow it to be there for five minutes and then you would drag it if necessary.

Also, Izuku was one of the people who found it difficult to say 'no' and that night was no exception. He was really tired but still he showed a huge smile as he signed some autographs and took photos with some other people.

You made sure that everything was kept in order. You looked at your watch again, ten minutes had passed and you decided that it was enough.

"Sorry guys. Izuku has to go now but tomorrow you can see him again" you raised your voice and everyone seemed to understand.

Izuku gave you a grateful look and they both went into the hotel, where the security guard didn't allow anyone who wasn't staying to enter.

The green haired man sighed tiredly.

“Go sit while I order the rooms”

"Okay, thanks"

The man dragged his feet into the waiting room and you went to the counter, where a man was looking at his computer.

"Hello" you greeted kindly.

The man took his eyes off the computer and gave you a friendly smile.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"I have a reservation"

He looked back at the computer as he asked, “whose name is the reservation in?”

“L/N” you answered. You always said your name for Izuku's safety.

The man checked his computer.

"Oh yes" he smiled and looked at you again "a double room, is that correct?"

You frowned at him and pulled out your tablet.

"No, actually I made the reservation for two single rooms" you spoke while looking for your reservation record.

That man also looked a bit confused as he went back to check his computer.

"I'm sorry lady. Here I only have the record of a matrimonial room”

You found your record, where it actually said that you had booked two single rooms. You showed the man the tablet and he soon looked embarrassed.

"Is right. I'll call my manager to find out what happened."

"Yes, thanks"

The man left after giving you back your tablet. You started to hit the wood with your fingers and looked at Izuku who was falling asleep on the couch. Maybe you could give the room to Izuku and you would manage otherwise, besides you could just rent an extra room and the problem would be solved, but you were worried that that man seemed very concerned about that mistake. The most important thing to you was Izuku's safety and comfort.

The man from earlier returned to a smaller, chubby man with a large mustache.

"Hello Miss. My employee told me that there was an error with your reservation”

You nodded.

"Yes. But it doesn't matter, I just want one more room”

Both men looked at each other.

"I'm sorry, but due to the hero event starting tomorrow, we don't have any more rooms available," he explained.

You looked at him worried and a little annoyed. It was they who made the mistake not you.

"Not a room? It doesn't matter if it's the most expensive or the cheapest”.

The first man who answered you looked at his computer but quickly denied it.

"Very sorry. We can give you a fifty percent discount coupon for your next visit”

“I don't need a coupon” You didn't want to sound upset, but you were. You felt tired and Izuku had to go to sleep immediately. "I want a room. I wasn't the one who made the mistake."

“I understand and I really apologize. In addition to the coupon, your room service will be free”

Before you could answer, Izuku was already behind you.

"Everything is alright?" he asked you, he sounded a little sleepy.

"Not really. There was an error with the reservation and they will only give us one room instead of two”

"Oh..." was all he said but he cleared his throat "well... we can share"

You didn't want to upset him. Much less when Izuku had such an important event the next day. But it was already late and you were too tired to go looking for another hotel with available rooms. Which was very complicated due to the event.

"Good" you gave up.

You finished arranging the documents with the manager and he handed you the key card. You and Izuku headed for the elevator but before you could get in, a girl approached him. She looked very shy as she kept her gaze downcast and her cheeks were an intense red color. She was wearing a pastel pink skirt that was too short for her along with a white top.

Izuku gave you an all-okay look so you stayed a bit away while they talked. You didn't hear his words, but you did catch how your boss's neck turned red. You were already getting an idea of ​​the conversation they were having and you felt a little uncomfortable.

It was obvious that Izuku might need to relax somehow and might want to sleep with a girl.

That girl gave him a gift bag, Izuku took it curiously but as soon as she saw its contents, even her ears turned red. They were probably panties. Those were the gifts they gave him most frequently.

You sighed tired. It was your cue to give them their space. You approached them carefully, getting their attention.

"Deku, sorry to interrupt" you cleared your throat and handed him the room access card. He took it without understanding why you were giving it to him “I just called the hotel that is two blocks from here and they have a free room. I'll go there and we can meet here first thing tomorrow morning in the lobby."

That girl got closer to Izuku, clinging to the man's shirt.

The green-haired man looks at you, trying to reflect on your words, but he wasn't able to say anything because the mysterious and pretty girl is already taking him to the elevator. You raise your hand in farewell as they leave.

You sigh tired and return to the lobby to take a seat on one of the sofas and take your laptop out of your small suitcase that you carried hanging from your shoulder to work for a while. You can't sleep there, but they won't kick you out if you're just working. Also, the guy behind the counter is still engrossed behind his computer and hasn't told you anything about not being there.

However, it's not like you could do much. Your work was complete because you never liked to leave anything to the last minute.

You stared at the screen, deciding to review for the millionth time the schedule of the next day's event. Maybe you can have a coffee along with a power drink in the morning and you will be as good as new. You would only have to take a bath and change your clothes but it is something that you would fix when the time comes.

You read the document but you had barely reached the second page when you heard the elevator doors open revealing a very tired Izuku.

They both looked at each other for a fraction of a second. Izuku hurried over and before you could react, the man had taken your laptop shut along with your suitcase and slung it over his shoulder.

"Come on, we have to rest" he said simply.

You had to run after him to the elevator without being quite sure what had happened. Once inside the metallic box, you looked at Izuku.

“Ummmm,” you stammered, “I…thought you might want some alone time with that girl.”

He looked at you with some curiosity.

"Why would you believe that?" He was genuinely curious.

You shrugged.

“It has been a stressful week, especially today. I thought…” your cheeks started to feel hot “that maybe… you would want… you know. Spend the night with someone” you muttered the last part.

You didn't dare look at him after saying that. It was a bit embarrassing. Furthermore, you had perfectly concealed your feelings towards the man. You had fallen in love with him a long time ago but you were only his assistant and he could be with beautiful models or whoever he wanted. Why would you be?

Izuku placed a hand on your head gently and shook your hair.

"Not really," he said at last. Still, you didn't dare to look at him “I just want to sleep and I'm sure you need rest too. You've done so much lately that I even feel a little guilty."

You quickly denied. He never bothered you about your work, in fact you were happy to do anything he asked of you.

"I'm fine" you assured and looked at him for the first time. Izuku noticed the decision in your eyes "I just want everything to be perfect for tomorrow and your well-being is more important to me"

The doors opened and Izuku placed a hand to stop them from closing as you walked out.

They walked down the hall and stopped in front of the door that had the number 37 on it. Izuku took out the access card and opened it. Once again, he let you go first. You immediately noticed the lights on and Izuku's suitcase on the floor.

It was quite a small room. Upon entering, there was a small corridor, to the right, in the middle of that corridor there was a door that took you to a bathroom with a shower. Further on, at the end of the small hallway, you found the double bed that took up most of the space. Opposite the bed was a chest of drawers and on the wall was a screen. In one corner was a small glass table along with two small chairs. On each side of the bed, there were two nightstands with a lamp on each. And that was it. There wasn't even much sleeping space on the floor.

Izuku carefully placed your suitcase on the floor and the laptop on the glass table.

"If you don't mind, I'll use the bathroom and then you can use it," he said.

"Oh sure. Take all the time you need".

You saw him look for something in his suitcase and then he went into the bathroom that they had passed. You sighed heavily when you heard the door close. At least the bed was big enough and they could put a barrier in the middle to avoid any awkward situation.

You took care of that before Izuku came out. You placed the pillows in the middle, leaving a little more room on your boss's side since he was bigger than you and he needed a little more space. You also pulled out an extra sheet that was stored in the dresser and reinforced the little barrier.

Proud of your work, you headed to your small suitcase to get out of your pajamas and wait for Izuku to come out.

The man came out almost immediately and was a bit puzzled to see the large divider on the bed.

“Is it okay to sleep on the left side?” You asked while looking at him.

You almost felt your heart jump out of your chest. You've seen your boss in every way there is. In his hero suit, in a suit, in his normal clothes, even in a bathing suit for some photo shoot. But this time... seeing him in his pajamas and in such an intimate situation... was strange. He wore a white shirt that fitted perfectly to his body like a second skin, making every one of his muscles stand out. His sweatpants hugged his hips perfectly even though they were dangerously low, leaving little to the imagination where a small bulge would show. He probably wasn't that little but you didn't want to think about it too much.

You stopped navigating your dirty thoughts when he spoke.

"Oh… sure" he mumbled and sat on the edge of the bed "but you used all the pillows and I really would love to have at least one under my head" it wasn't a complaint, in fact his tone was amused but for a second you had forgotten that little detail, more focused on establishing a division.

“Oh… you're right” you cleared your throat “take the pillows you want and you can keep the extra sheet as a divider. Now I'll take the bath."

You didn't wait for an answer and you ran away with all your things.

Your visit to the bathroom was quick. It was quite a nice and spacious bathroom but you didn't admire it too much. You washed your face and brushed your teeth before changing clothes. Fifteen minutes later, you had emerged from the bathroom in shorts and a rather skinny tank top. It was very hot even at night, so you wanted something light to sleep in but you never imagined that you would sleep in the same room as your boss.

Izuku had already settled on his side of the bed but he was leaning against the headboard looking at his cell phone. He turned to look at you when he heard you close the bathroom door and his cheeks began to turn a deep red as he watched you.

He chose not to say anything as he urgently looked at his cell phone but now his brain had a tattoo of you in tiny pajamas. And not only that. You would sleep next to him dressed like that.

You turned off the lights and settled on your side of the bed. The lights on the table lamps were still on.

"Good night" you muttered as you lay on your side, turning your back to Izuku.

"Good night," he murmured in the same way.

You turned off the lamp next to you and squeezed your eyes shut to try to sleep but you couldn't. A pain spread between your legs and although you squeezed your legs a bit, the image of Izuku did not disappear from your mind. The worst thing was that you had him on one side and you couldn't do anything to ease the pain.

You heard Izuku turn off his lamp and get comfortable on the bed. Maybe you could wait for him to fall asleep and ease that pain a bit.

The minutes passed and you heard your boss's soft breathing indicating that he had fallen asleep.

"Izuku?" You murmured in the dark and when you didn't get an answer you sighed with relief.

You settled on the bed and one of your hands traveled under your shirt to one of your nipples to caress it. Your other hand went to the inside of your panties where you felt all the accumulated moisture. You quickly began rubbing your clit while biting down hard on your lip to catch any kind of sound.

The mere thought of having Izuku on your side and the possibility of him getting you, turned you on even more. You rubbed harder on your clit and twisted your nipple for more stimulation.

Your whole body burned with pleasure. you were close you just needed a little more but you felt like it wasn't enough.

A moan escaped your lips and although you didn't notice it, the sound alerted Izuku. Who widened his eyes in concern but held his ground when he heard the wet sounds you were making.

His cheeks heated up and he felt his cock start to get hard. Your breaths were heavy and you could no longer control your moans. Izuku felt a bit guilty for hearing what you were doing… but it wasn't his fault that you decided to masturbate in the middle of the night.

His hand went inside his clothing and he began stroking the length of him as he imagined what you were doing. He could just flip over and remove that stupid barrier you'd tried to put up but now there was just a sheet that was probably going to be gone in the morning.

The pre-cum began to drip and he used it to lubricate all of his cock. He traced small circles with his thumb in the slit and he had to bite down hard on his cheek to keep from gasping when he heard you moan louder.

“Izu…” he heard you groan and stopped abruptly. Did you hear right? Or was it just a hallucination? Did you find out that he woke up? “Please…” you begged. Izuku got even harder if that was possible.

He wanted you. In all possible ways. You were his cute secretary that he has been in love with for some time now. He loves to masturbate while looking at a photo of the two of you together that was taken at an event two years ago, where you were wearing a suit similar to his but yours was a mini skirt, with a top that exposed your midsection and you were wearing some pretty bunny ears. Damn, I loved that photo. That day I just wanted to bend you over the interview table to fuck you in front of everyone and show them who you belonged to. But he held back.

He respected you and admired you for the hard work you did for him. But damn, how can you not fall in love with someone as perfect as you? At least, he saw you as the most perfect being that has walked the earth.

That night, when that pretty and shy girl approached him to ask if he wanted to spend the night together, he got a little confused when he saw you handing him the room card. He knew that you knew about his small encounters with his fans, because you were the one who always ended up fixing all the problems that arose later. But it had been a while since he stopped doing that, mainly because now he had you and he didn't want to betray you in any way, even though they weren't even together. His hand and your photos had been enough for some time but lately Izuku felt like he needed more.

And now, for reasons of the universe, the hotel where they were staying had only one double room that they would have to share. It could be better?

When that girl took him to the elevator, they stopped at a random floor and he explained that he wasn't interested in her. He even returned the pretty panties she had given him in a gift bag.

That girl seemed sad, even a little upset but she went back to her room with her friends. Izuku for his part, went to the room to leave his things and go looking for you. He knew there wouldn't be any rooms available and he knew you wouldn't risk going out so late at night, so he was relieved to see you at the front desk in front of your computer.

Returning to the present.

Izuku continued to pump his cock as he listened to you moan his name like it was some kind of mantra. He loved it. You were driving him crazy.

"Ugh" you complained. Your hand was not enough.

Izuku felt a bit bold and decided to speak ignoring the possibility that things between you two might not be the same again.

"Do you need a little help, bunny?" He asked.

You froze in place. Izuku had discovered you? You noticed that you had no longer held back your moans due to the intense pleasure that consumed you.

"Bunny?" He tried again.

fuck it You needed it.

"Yes, please" you murmured.

In a second, you felt the bed move a bit and Izuku was on top of you. His intense eyes looked at you with hunger willing to make you feel good.

You lifted your hands to his cheeks and raised your head to capture his lips. Izuku accepted it immediately.

You couldn't think about your actions, not when you desperately need to relieve your arousal. For a second, you even thought it was a dream.

It was a rough and needy kiss but Izuku tried to do it a little more gently to lengthen the moment. he didn't want to wake up the next day and have you think this was a one night stand. No. He wanted to make it clear to you that he loved you much more than that.

He put a hand under your waist and turned them so that you were sitting on his waist. You looked down at him for a moment while you controlled his breathing.

"You are so beautiful" Izuku spoke in a whisper "can I touch you?"

You nodded. It was all you needed.

Izuku made himself comfortable by sitting against the headboard and bringing his hands to your waist. His calloused fingers ran over your soft, warm skin very carefully. For one of the strongest and most powerful men in the world, it was surprising how soft he was.

Slowly he raised your little tank top until it was removed from your body. There was nothing below and for a moment he was mesmerized by the sight of you. You almost get embarrassed but he didn't give you enough time because Izuku grabbed your waist again with force and leaned forward to put one of your tits in his mouth. You gasped as your back arched and your hands went to his hair.

That felt so good. You needed more from Izuku. Much more.

He did the same on both sides, licking and sucking on your nipples as if he were a hungry man. When he finished, he began to leave a trail of kisses and marks from your chest to your neck, passing through your shoulders and up your beautiful face to end on your lips.

You moved your hips and finally realized how hard Izuku was. You didn't think much of it when you reached your hands to the hem of Izuku's shirt to lift it up. You broke away from him gasping and he helped you remove the garment.

It was your turn to admire it from your place. It was beautiful. Izuku blushed a little embarrassed, thinking that maybe you would find it unpleasant to see all the scars that adorned his body. But it was not the case.

You bit your lower lip gently and took your fingers to his chest to trace one of the scars. Izuku sighed at the action. Your fingers were soft and gentle and he liked that.

You leaned in as you took his cheeks and gently kissed his lips. Izuku put his hands on your hips and his kiss began to deepen more and more.

Both had the urge to feel each other's body more and more. They parted after a moment with ragged breaths. But you quickly leaned in to kiss Izuku's neck and he couldn't help but moan when you got to that sweet spot that was driving him crazy. You started to go lower and lower and when he realized what you were going to do, he stopped you while he panted. It took a lot of courage for him not to give in to his pleasure.

"Wait" he murmured "tonight... I wish you would ride me" his cheeks were bright red "I want to feel you squeeze me"

You agreed. You would do anything to make him feel good.

The rest of both of their clothes disappeared in a second and you placed yourself on top of Izuku's cock. You gently took it in your hand and rubbed it against your wet cunt. They both groaned. Izuku squeezed your hips hard, silently asking you to end his suffering.

"Please, bunny," he stammered, "please, I need you so bad."

Seeing him below you and also hearing him beg made you reach your limit. You placed a hand on his shoulder for balance and began to slowly lower yourself. They both gasped as they tried to get used to the sensation.

Izuku was breathing heavily, probably trying with all his might not to cum right then. Your soft walls were so warm and hugged him so tightly he was about to lose his mind. He leaned forward to suck on your nipple.

You still couldn't get used to the size of him. Izuku had a really big cock and he was stretching you in a way you didn't know was possible. There was pain and pleasure combined that made your eyes sting from the tears that trickled down your cheeks.

It wasn't long before you started moving your hips. Izuku pressed his fingers more on your skin but he didn't stop licking and sucking on your nipple.

"That's it bunny" Izuku spoke as he pulled away "you feel so good. You are so beautiful"

You couldn't think. The compliments were going through your head.

You brought a hand to your clit to rub it but Izuku removed your hand and they both looked into each other's eyes for a moment.

"Let me do it" he asked "let me make you feel good"

You couldn't talk. Izuku's cock inside you was making a complete fool of you. You just nodded.

Izuku stuck two fingers inside your mouth that you filled with drool and licked like it was a delicious candy. As Izuku pulled his fingers from him, he brought them to your already sensitive clit to rub.

Your mind went blank. You could only feel the pleasure that Izuku was granting you at that moment and that was it.

Izuku kept telling you how well you were doing as he began to set the pace himself. With his great strength, you were probably lighter than a feather. You were like a rag doll to him and you just wanted him to use you however he wanted.

"Izu..." you gasped "please... I want you to cum inside me"

The very thought made Izuku almost come on the spot but he tried to hold on a little longer.

"Are you sure?" he asked you.

"Yes, yes please. I need it so much"

The pounding of skin against skin echoed throughout the room along with their gasps and moans. They were both close but Izuku wasn't going to cum until you did.

"I'm going to…"

"Yes, bunny. Cum on my dick. You make a mess"

And that you did. A loud moan escaped your lips but Izuku didn't stop his thrusts and he didn't stop screaming at your clit, causing you to be overstimulated.

"Bunny" Izuku groaned "I'm close too. Please tell me that you really want me to cum inside you."

Your walls tightened around his cock.

"Please Izuku. I want your sperm inside me" you managed to say when you started to come down from your cloud "I want it to slip between my legs even tomorrow so that the whole world can see who I belong to"

Your words drove him completely crazy and the mere image of you, with his own semen dripping from your beautiful legs made him cum instantly.

They both breathed heavily. You flopped onto Izuku's chest as he caressed your back. They were both sweaty and sticky but that didn't matter right now.

"Come on bunny" Izuku spoke softly "let me clean up this mess a bit"

You nodded, but your eyes were closed and you had no strength to move. Izuku was warm and you didn't want to be separated from him.

He smiled when he realized it and continued leaving soft caresses on your back. In the end you woke up while letting out a deep sigh and fell on the bed.

Izuku stood up to put on his underwear and ran to the bathroom. He came back with a wet towel to clean you up a bit. Immediately he took a bottle of water that was on the glass table and asked you to drink a little.

It seemed like a dream and you never wanted it to end. Izuku helped you put on his shirt so you could cover yourself up a bit and then he arranged the covers over your body. Immediately he settled on his side of the bed and looked at the ceiling for a moment before speaking.

“Can I… can I snuggle with you?” He asked you. His cheeks felt hot with embarrassment.

You let out a laugh and it was you who approached him to lie on his chest. Izuku sighed in relief and hugged you, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“Just so you know… I love my fans but I love you much more”

"I love you very much too, Izu"

He smiled. They were the only words he needed to hear.

I'm not really sure what this is but I'm practicing my smut writing a bit. I hope you liked it even a little <3

[obsessivelyloved]

Day 1: Monster

The prompt is from this list. Hope you guys enjoy!

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There were scratch marks on your porch this morning—big, deep ones. You called out of work. You called animal control. There was nothing they could do.

A set of large footprints circled your house. They wrapped around it over and over, as if something was pacing. They stopped, deep, in front of your bedroom window. There were claw marks on your windowsill.

You had slept with your curtains open.

“Sorry,” The man from animal control had apologized, wringing his hands. “More than likely, it was a curious bear smelling food from your house. It’s long gone into the woods. But if you hear anything at night, hide up in your attic and give us a call.”

You numbly nodded your head. “Will do, thanks for- thanks for your time.”

The man left and all you could do was stare down at your porch, at the large footprints, with fear stuck in your throat. It wasn’t a bear. Bears didn’t have such large claws or feet like a coyote. Or the kind of feet bunnies have, whatever it was.

You didn’t want to stay home but you had nowhere else to go. You had recently moved to this dreary part of England, a little away from the city. It was in your grandmother’s will for you to inherit the house; you couldn’t turn it down. It was completely paid off, all you had to pay was the normal stuff like electricity and water. But now, well, maybe you should have waited until you your friend's lease was up. You would have been dealing with this stress better with someone.

Trees lined the back side of the house, but your grandmother had never been worried about animals. She didn’t even have a backyard fence, not having too many neighbors out here.

“I should go see if the hardware store sells cameras,” you say to yourself.

With a shaky breath, heart still hammering inside your chest, you gather what you need and head out. Thankfully, there’s a couple of stores ten minutes away. They’re mostly the necessities, anything but the basics and a few variety items, you have to drive to the city for. It’s a tad annoying but it’s nice to be able to own a house. Something you thought was going to be impossible in this day and age to do.

You feel as if you're in a fog, entering the small parking lot. Watching through a camera as you enter the hardware store.

Fuck you were so scared that the thing was going to come back. What if it turned out to be the Rake? That thing had haunted you for years. Stuff like that has always scared you even though you know it’s not real. Or, hope it’s not real.

“Hi! Need any help today?”

The cashier snaps you out of the fog a little, but you’re still freaked out.

“Hi,” you say, your voice cracking a little. “Do you guys sell cameras here? Like, the ones for outside?”

The lady, Jess, her name tag helpfully supplies, hums a little. She looks off to the side as she thinks.

“I um, have an animal problem,” you add. “The animal control services think it’s a bear, but I’m not sure.”

Jess lit up. “We should still have some trail cams leftover from hunting season. They’ll be right this way.”

She led you through the small store, the small aisles feeling suffocating. The cameras were on an almost completely bare shelf, the words 50% in bold hung on a banner above the shelf.

“Now that hunting season is over, we can’t really sell these. This-“ she grabs a black camera off of the shelf, “-model is the last we have. I’m not going to lie, it kind of sucks but it’s better than nothing if you really need it.”

You take a deep breath. The panic sinks in a little harder. “How does it suck? I actually really need something. I-I want to be prepared to call animal control if the bear comes back tonight.”

She gives you a sympathetic smile.

“It has a three minute delay. Most hunters hate these since their prey tends to scatter by the time they’re caught on the feeds, but this should work for you since bears aren’t too fast when they have nothing to do. I’d recommend trying to set at least one up further from your property, so you can catch the bear quicker.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.”

“Of course! Let me know if you need help with anything.”

Jess sets the box back onto the shelf, leaving you to your thoughts. Even at fifty percent off these were expensive…..

In the end, you could only afford three. Jess rang you up and wished you well with your bear problem.

You didn’t want to go home. Somehow, you did. One moment you were sitting in your car, staring blankly at the woods, then the next, you were setting up the cameras as best you could.

One was set as high up as you could get it onto the trees behind your house. Another went next to your porch light. And the last, you put above your back door.

After you set them up, connecting them to your laptop, you waited. You waited and waited. Restless, pacing the house with your laptop plugged in and open. Night falls and you distantly think you’re going to be sick. You don’t make dinner. You hardly drink. All you can do is wait.

Eventually, you move your things up to the attic. You turned all the lights off in the house before moving some blankets and pillows upstairs. You’re so thankful there were plugins in the attic. Your laptop dying would have stressed you out more.

By 12 a.m., you start to relax a little. Nothing has triggered your cameras. Whatever it was probably won’t come back. Nothing of worth laid outside your house.

You blink and 1 am glares at you from the corner of your screen. You curl into your blankets and drift off to sleep……

Your laptop beeps.

You bolt awake, scrambling to pull your laptop close. The furthest camera caught movement. Something big was making its way past the tree line. Next, your back door caught it. The night vision didn’t help you at all in trying to figure out what the hell was out there.

If it didn’t have horns above its head you’d thought it was a bear.

Fear crawled up your chest as it sniffed the back door, pawing at the wooden steps. As it moves towards the side of the house, your brain starts to work again.

You scramble around for your phone, desperate to call animal control. But…. you left it downstairs.

Tears prickle your eyes as your laptop beeps again. The porch camera caught it.

You press your hands tight against your mouth. Tears and whimpers escape as you can only stare at the screen.

Sharp purple horns jutted out from its head, dark purple scales lined it’s body. And it’s face….. It had sharp teeth and one black eye.

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It was inside the house.

[mitternacht]

I’ve still been trying to gather my thoughts and it hasn’t quite processed that it’s over! But what a beautiful last chapter, and such an emotionally fulfilling series that has come to mean so much to me in such a short period of time.

(some final thoughts under the cut for spoilers!)

The parallels and fulfillment of this finale to the first chapter and Loop 100 in general…… were so beautifully executed. This was such a wonderful fulfillment of UU’s themes and I am so appreciative that it stayed true and faithful to its characters and their happy endings until the very end.

While I do still feel that the final Ragnarok arc was lacking in some areas, at no point was there any betrayal of the story’s core values and message which is more than I feel a lot of series can claim.

(And there’s not to mention the bigger conversation of the uncertainty of continued serialization by Jump which is likely why some corners were cut near the end, but it’s clear despite that Tozuka was able to tell the story that he wanted to even if he didn’t quite have the time to flesh everything out as much as he would’ve liked)

Anyways! I wanted to talk a little bit about these guys and their final appearances because they mean everything to me genuinely.

What a perfect conclusion for Rip! At his core he has always only ever wanted to help and heal everyone around him, and what a great way for him to continue doing this for those who desperately need it completely non-profit. To be completely honest I was never the biggest fan of the idea of him going back to Iseult after everything was said and done, because he’s never seemed the kind of person who would only help those who could afford a big fancy hospital, and this choice for his character is so faithful to who he truly is and I adore it more than words can describe.

And him and Andy remaining so close at the end as well! They both had such a significant impact on each other throughout the series, and it makes me so happy to see them working so close like this. It’s such a lovely showcase of the lasting bonds that were forged through every hardship and accomplishment for the characters in this series.

All in all, I couldn’t have wished for a better endgame for Rip. He’s happy, he’s doing what he loves, and he’s got so much support around him. Enough to make a guy cry, genuinely.

Latla, Leila, and Akira!! The fact that Akira has stayed such a close family friend makes me 😭😭 I’ve already talked about it in a previous post but the impact Akira had on Rip and the fact that they’ve stayed so close is so special to me…… And Leila becoming a writer!! That wasn’t on my bingo card but honestly it makes so much sense for her, thinking about it she probably picked up writing as a hobby to keep herself occupied while she was bedridden. And the fact that her and Akira can bond over that as well!! It’s so. It’s so good.

ALSO LATLA GREW HER HAIR BACK OUT !! I’ve been crying over that also, it’s such a significant thing for her character. She initially cut her hair in Loop 100 after Leila had died, which in my personal opinion was a way for her to feel just a bit closer to Leila (I have…. A whole other essay I could write about the pain of losing a twin and how the survivor likely sees them in their reflection all the time but that’s a whole other post). And Latla growing her hair back out after regaining her memories of Loop 100 is very symbolic of her healing, of her not needing that physical tie to Leila because she’s still here!! And Leila cut her hair short again so she looks more like her Loop 100 self, which makes me very emotional too.

And they’re such a cute happy little family !! It looks like Bunny’s hair is kind of a split between Latla’s and Leila’s to show her connection to both of them in this loop 🥹

Overall what a beautiful conclusion to this series. I’m so happy over the endings for each of these characters, and couldn’t ask for more (except my Rip/Latla kiss….. damn you Tozuka for not giving me that in the end).

Let’s continue living, and enjoy what life has to offer!!

[foxfirestarlight]

Friend

3000~ words.

@bluebearial writes lovely and cute things that inspired us :3

It might be a little scuffed cuz we wrote most of it at 9 pm and the rest at 11 pm the same day but it was fun to reimagine us meeting in something like Bee's world of plushies coming to life with the power of love.

It….Was a dumb idea. Bringing a stuffed toy to college orientation.

Certainly didn't give off a very masculine first impression but like? Could anyone blame you if they knew what steps these shoes have walked?

You were just out of high school when lockdown hit, and took your first year and a half online.

Now, you weren't ever a social butterfly, but even then you at least tried to talk to the people in your classes when they ran into you. That wasn't really an option when you had to ration sharing the family computer to do your coursework.

But you always had Agni sitting nearby to talk to.

…Well, talk isn't really the right word, he was just a doll and you couldn't say anything out loud or mom would think you were going bonkers from her recliner watching her medical dramas. You more just thought up something funny while trying to force yourself to figure out what a letter plus a number in parenthesis minus another number under that funny squiggle and-

Okay long story short you hated math and couldn't wrap your head around it but!! You were GONNA pass if it killed you!!!! But that's, uh, besides the point-

Point is, lockdown wasn't kind to ANYBODY'S social skills and Agni was the closest thing you had to a physical friend in that lonely, scary year, so…why not bring him along? He fit comfortably enough in your backpacks second pocket, though his ears were a bit scrunched.

…And the rest of his head, too. Oog, that had to hurt. You knew it was just a stuffed toy and they had no bones or nerves - well, actually Agni had an armature to make him posable but that's besides the point - you still felt bad enough to open the zipper and let him breathe. And then forgot about that as you headed to the assembly building.

Your eyes promptly went wide as you saw a white ear out of the corner of your eye while swinging your bag around to take a seat. You contemplated shoving him back in or hiding him under your hoodie but in your still teenage panic you were more worried about drawing attention to yourself than anything so you just acted like you.

Meant to bring a cute white stuffed bunny with you to orientation at a big college. Like it was as regular as a beanie.

And nobody really noticed! Or if they did they thought nothing of it. By the time you were at your dorm you were almost ready to pass out from nerves but! You made it!!!

Then your roommate walked in. Was just an ordinary fella, big frame, in glasses, took one look at you hugging your stuffed bunny in your big puffy hoodie, went “it'll get easier, mate”, went to bed, and started snoring worse than your dad.

Grea-tuh.

Lucky you had earbuds.

Your first few weeks were just more orientation and easing into your classes. You took a whole variety of courses cuz…to be honest you were a little bit directionless and had no idea what you wanted to do.

Ish, you wanted to get into YouTube before you learned just much work and luck you needed to put in to even get a FOOTHOLD to succeed kinda. Put the brakes on that one. Hhhh.

You found your hand squeezing Agni’s ear as you listened to your 8th professor this week drone on about something or other. It wasn't like a real bunnies ear, flat like a piece of cloth - it was stuffed. And the only part of him without an armature so it was nice and squishy.

You ran your thumb down its length, squeezing occasionally as you tried not to let the class “loud moans = peak humor” guy get to you.

‘He has to get bored of it eventually.’ He was why you bought noise cancelling headphones. And later quit a class.

Thankfully neither he nor anyone else gave you any crap for carrying around a stuffie of a popular character. Shockingly the same was said about having his little red head poke out of your bag.

You even worked up the courage to try carrying him in your jacket when it got colder out! It was a little wonky because he started slipping but how could you NOT with him looking at you like that?

…..WERE you going a bit bonkers? You could've sworn his vacant expression took on a pleading appearance when you went to take him out. A blink, and he was back to looking doofy confident. With his loose smile and slightly crossed(?) eyes.

As the days wore on and got colder, you felt more and more glad you brought something along with your pillows and blankets. Agni was a special plush, a microwaveable kind, which was good since it was the only appliance the college provided with every dorm.

It was odd, though. It kinda felt like Agg’s was still warm, even hours after sitting in your uninsulated backpack next to a broken heat vent.

Honestly, you started noticing a few odd things surrounding the little….Hang on, you SWORE it could fully fit in your bag last month. Now he could only go neck deep…Did. Did someone replace him with a bigger version?

Uhhhh???

As much as you wished otherwise, taking so many different classes meant you had a butt ton of options for friends….And only one class to work on each. Min-Maxer you certainly ain't. Er, Weren't. Point was, you weren't really a prank target. And your roomie certainly wasn't the type to burn up to 35 dollars buying a limited run doll from halfway across the world.

Back on topic, apart from the apparent size increase, there were a few more oddities to this doll. For starters, you swore it was starting to pose itself. If you dropped a pencil, it almost always wound up near its little nubby fingers.

When you plopped your bag on the dorm desk and flopped onto bed after an exhausting class, by the time you got up to get water the pocket Agni was in was almost completely open with him falling out.

Another odd thing was, it looked like he was steadily becoming overstuffed. Shockingly his stitching held up well against the strain, but unfortunately….

*SHRRRP!* “Aw, No!” It seemed it wouldn't last. With a sigh, you dialed mom to let her know you'd be sending him down to get his legs fixed up but…Something stopped you.

‘Nah, that looks simple enough to fix.’ a little voice whispered to you. ‘Cmon, let's give it a go, those old socks were probably getting tight.’ …Socks? Huh, now that you looked at it again they did look kinda like socks.

Hm.

It was, in fact, not quite that simple to fix up, you ended up buying out the fabric store’s entire sparse black fabric, but they had a surplus of Red, so you had a lot more material to work with.

Eventually, you did manage to make him a new pair of legs. They were a bit loose, and you'd removed and lost the armature somewhere along the way but they held the microwave safe cotton stuff well enough.

And without the armature, Agni was softer and squishier than ever. Though….Okay you DEFINITELY did not add that much stuffing to his chest, and no matter what you tried it didn't smooth out.

Oh, whatever. That'd been your entire weekend and change, at this point you were just glad there weren't any holes in him.

Thankful that your roomie had graduated so you wouldn't feel his concerned gaze as you drove yourself mad and gave yourself several calluses, You quickly passed out in bed clutching your warm, soft, pillow sized friend.

The next morning, you woke up in bed at noon, groggy, dehydrated, hungry, and alone. Odd, you weren't a fitful sleeper, and none of your other plushies had fallen out of your arms before.

Strange, but you did spend half a week driving yourself mad learning a brand new skill during a break….Not your smartest move. Fumbling for your glasses, you thoughtlessly mumbled “Sorry, Aggs,..” to nobody as you toss to your left to look over your bedframe at the floor and likely at your friend.

Nothing.

Huh.

….Maybe they're between the bed and the wall? You toss in that direction, peeling your parched tongue off the roof of your mouth when a voice carries through your haze. “Whatever for? You fixed me up perfectly, why are you apologizing?”

What.

That snapped you to attention, sitting bolt upright and scrambling to press your back to the wall.

Or. You tried to, at least. You unfortunately are a Freezer, rather than a Fighter or Flier, so you instead suffer a jolt throughout your entire body, hug the lip of the covers to your face, and frantically dart your eyes down the length of the dorm room, looking for the intruder.

“Oh dear….I guess that took a bigger toll on you than we both thought, huh?” The deep, womanly voice murmured. Your adrenaline fueled ears heard a shuffle, a tap shut off, some gentle weighted thumps, and sensed motion. In a panicked haze, you squeezed your eyes shut and waited.

*Thmp…Thmp…Thmp…*

*Clink!*

*Creaaaak…* That was your bed. You cracked one eye. You laser focused on the tall glass of grape juice milk set on your bedside. An odd combination but you loved the combination of fruity tang and rich smoothness all the same.

You quickly bounded for it, spilling half of it but quickly guzzling the rest. “Woah-” Ohhhhh that was the stuff…. It was only a second after you noticed the dumbfounded white face framed in red immediately in front of you. “Lucky you we haven't moved our electronics there, ya goof.”

“A…Agni??” Every ounce of levity immediately drained from her round face. “Yeah, you're definitely in no condition to do that final tomorrow.” A glance at the clock. 8:15 PM. A day before one of your summer courses finals was due. Aw fuck…

“Lucky you I got up at your usual time.” You actually managed to process what was folding its arms and pouting in front of you, stretching their big red legs out, and it was. A sight for tired eyes.

It was Agni, as you had fixed him up at least 12 hours prior but a lot bigger. About the size of a Flemish giant you guessed? Or. Or bigger…. Especially in the uh.

Chest.

And tumm- wait was that a zipper? And a heart??? “Um, Sorry about your backpack.” “Did you- waiwha- buh- huh?? Uhh?????”

“.........Uhhhh. Yes, I ate it, don't worry, I think I can pass as one well enough, no, I don't know how I became animate, no I didn't wake you up because you pulled at least two all nighters trying, failing, trying again, nearly giving up, then finally getting my legs right and you deserved it, and no I don't think I need to eat but yes you do smell pasta.”

He…She…The likely figment of your dreams flopped backwards onto your outstretched legs - WOW they were heavy but like a good heavy - to let you see a pot of steaming water on the hotplate you used for a stove. “I figured you'd need it, even if I had to stash it in Tupperware for tomorrow.”

“....When did you turn into a mini my mom.” You were too dumbfounded to add a questioning intonation.

At that, former Agni busted out laughing. A low, quick, nattering sound as she tossed her head back. With a sigh, she added. “Well, since you needed her, of course.” “Huh.” “Uh….Okay where to begin. Uh. So it started when you started leaving a hole for me to let my ears breathe.

Until then, I was just content to be along for the ride, but the night after? I could just…I dunno. I picked something up, then. That night, I could…Hear the voice of your heart?” She sat up, cocking her head to the side. “It was…strange.. Before, when you talked at me while you worked, I didn't feel anything. But since you got here, it just…cried. Cried out for something, anything to try and connect to it.

But you were scared. And after a year without it, who would blame you?” Even if it was true, it didn't sting any less…Nonetheless, you tried to stay tuned into her voice instead of the feelings.

“...And, yeah. I started trying to reach out. Little by little as you held me close to it, I listened. I wanted so badly to help.” You were never one for eye contact. Unconsciously, your eyes turned out the window, at the sparse stars a small amount of light pollution permitted. You could feel her gaze out at them as well.

“I'd like to say it was a wish on one of those, but….Nah. What's important is that I'm….here.” You feel a weight land on your hand and you turn, finally sitting up. “Whatever comes after, comes after.”

With a gentle tug, she pulls you from bed and to your chair, before going to work straining that pasta. You finally have time to rub the crust from your eyes and drink it all in.

This had to be the most elaborate, strange dream ever. God you needed to actually call home, maybe finally go pay mum and pop a visit, see if Iane is-

*Clnk!*

“Here you go! You'll sleep easier with a full belly.” Little miss Agni plopped a beautiful bowl of fresh spaghetti in front of you, then clambered up next to it expectantly. Without anything else to do, you….ate it.

“....Sho-”

“Swallow first.”

“…….So, where's all my stuff if you are…ate my backpack”

“Eheh. No, you were right the first time.”

“Oh, cool.” You quipped, before almost spitting out your spaghetti as she unzipped her tummy and proceeded to pull out your sketchbook from her neon pink innards.

“I think I still have all your pockets as well. There's one on my left leg, between my tummy and chest, in my maof…” As she spoke she pulled out your pencil case, notebook, and charging cables and earbuds.

“So. So I just inexplicably have a new backpack designed after my signature stuffed rabbit, who ripped essentially in half last my few peers know.” “Yup.” “And they know I've been working nonstop to repair it since then.” “Apparently so.” “And that “backpack” has done my summer homework.” “Not really, I just followed your outline with what was in your notebook.” “...Geez, can you slap me?” “No, nevermind, I'll do it myse-”

*PSSH!*

OW!!

“. . . . . Sooooo this isn't a dream, then.”

Clunk.

Your head hit the desk. Uuuuuuhhhhuuu you were way too out of it for this and she seemed to know it. At least you got halfway through the food before crashing.

When you came to, your face was wet, and little miss Agni had marinara around her mouth. “Morning, sleepy!” “...There better not be marinara on my earbuds and charging cable.” “Oh, they're fine, I just accidentally got some on me while cleaning up.” She says, wiping it. “Well, cool.”

You stand up, hearing and feeling SEVERAL pops and clicks as you stretch and scan the room. Looks like she started cleaning while you were out, the whole place had been a mess of red fabric, memory foam, little microwave beads, and who cares what other refuse a hyper fixated college student produced, and now it was all gone.

“...How did you. Do all of this?” You ask, fishing a can of OJ from the fridge and cracking it open. The wonders of the modern age-

“With my paws?” It was then you noticed the Velcro on them, and then the open computer she sat in front of. “What are you doing on my computer?”

“Uhhhhhhhhhsecret.” She scooted in front of it when you leaned to peek. And again. This went on for several minutes. Eventually you got fed up and scooped her up. “OI!!!” She kicked quite hard for a weighted Flemish giant plushie. “ Don't be so liftable next time, nerd.” You tease, causing her to twist from licking your chest to your face-

“Wha, OW, HEY!!” you half chuckle, dropping her like a sack of flour as you read the page she was on.

Names.com.

Opened to the page “Rei”. Long story short, in Japanese it means “Beautiful” and in Hebrew it means “Companion”.

Kicking you in the shin hard enough to knock you over, she brought you down to her level. “Don't pry into a girls business!”

“Do…Do you not like the name Agni?” She…Looked away. “...I think I've outgrown it. And I don't like it anymore.” That made you pause. “Is it because its-”

“Yes.”

“Hhhuh. Well, alrighty then Rei.” Her face lit up. “So, Rei, wanna go back to bed then? I dunno how much I'll sleep but I probably shouldn't stay up all night, right Rei?” At every utterance of the word the child-sized stuffed toy bounced on her feet more and more until she was hopping in place.

“I'll take that as a yes.” You mutter as you slip under the covers. She's there with you half a second later, warm as a bun fresh from the oven. Hah! Wordplay.

You expect to feel your things clattering around inside her as you cuddle up, but no surprisingly, it's like hugging a cloud!

A very warm, dry, soft, cushy cloud……..

Before you know it, you're drifting off. And as you do, you start to hear another steady thrumm alongside that of your heart.

Maybe “hear” is the wrong word, more “feel”. “Sense”? But it's there. And it stayed there for 3 more long years. But they didn't seem quite so long.

And Rei kept growing. And growing. And growing, until she barely fit in most buildings. Quite honestly you're glad it stopped there, it was getting harder and harder to explain to people why you had a 12 foot bunny doll in your house-

But you were glad. Glad that, no matter what happened, you'd always have a Beautiful, Cushy Companion in Rei.

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announcement/sneak peek

ahhhhhhhhh I'm so excited to be announcing another series for you guys! imdoing this a little different in that im not quite as far written out this time as I usually am but that does open up the possibility of you guys kind of helping me mold and shape some of this story! there might be moments where something you might message me or comment that could inspire something for an upcoming part! while im a little nervous that im not as preplanned out as usual, these possibilities make me so excited!

but anywayyyyyy starting August 18th I'll start posting the new series here on Tumblr! im still working on naming it so shfhusfhsuhf but its a bodyguard h fic! y/n is a tabloid bunny/socialite who's father believes she needs more guidance in the form of a security detail and harry has been tasked w the job! I also have a Pinterest board up for it that you can take a look at if you want to get an idea of what I have in store and what kind of characters we have! below I have a sneak peek for you guys!

On my patreon rn though, there is an extended sneak peek up and the new series will begin being posted next Friday, August 5th! they will be getting early access of 2 weeks before Tumblr and will get the first chance to help me plan some of the unfinished parts of the story! if you're at all interested in taking a look at the story a bit early or what to get involved some, pleaseeeee WAIT to sign up for patreon until august 1st! that way, it'll keep you from getting charged back to back right away!

super excited to be posting this as this is the most ive posted series wise like ever so thank you guys for taking the time to read nad be supportive and yeah! thank you!

lmk if you have any questions or anything!!

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"Remember when we decided you wanted extra guidance, (Y/N)?" her dad asked, bleached white smile on his face, "After everything with Damien recently?" 

Ice touched her spine as she took in his sticky sweet words. She knew where this meeting was going now. 

As much as he tried to hide behind the "we" words and his fake smile, (Y/N) knew this wasn't some investor sitting beside her now. 

Harry was her new cage. 

"I remember," she offered, her own voice sounding far away. 

"Well," he continued with a flourish leaning over his desk with his elbowed propped on the wood, "Harry, here, is that guidance we were looking for.  He used to work for Camila and Monroe as their head of security, but he's agreed to be your personal bodyguard until you're back on track." He looked too proud of himself as he spoke. "He's going to take good care of you, sweetie."  

Bodyguard. 

Her personal bodyguard. 

When her father pitched this whole idea and sent her to her room like a child, she honestly figured it would be another handler he would find for her. While it wasn't ideal, she knew she could deal with a handler. She could deal with an uppity woman bossing her around from a distance; she could deal with painting a facade and adhering to her father's guidelines through a handler. 

But, a bodyguard—or personal security, as he so delicately put it—was a different story. 

Harry would be tasked with following her everywhere. He'd have access to her home, access to the person she was around her friends, who she was around her father. Downtime would no longer be a thing with Harry around—recovery and privacy being thrown out. 

Francesca had a bodyguard when they were teenagers. Though it was only over the summers when they weren't away at school, those months he was present were... odd to (Y/N). He wasn't a mean man, but he was always there. Franny wasn't as bothered as she was, but (Y/N) felt like there was no privacy—no space to talk to her best friend about anything. He was always there listening, watching, and anticipating any need for protection. She felt exposed in his presence, no secrets truly secret or downtime when someone constantly had eyes on them. 

If this arrangement was anything like that, (Y/N) didn't know if her sanity was going to survive these months. 

Despite her insides beginning to churn, her glossy-lipped smile stayed in tact with stiff cheeks. "Wow! That's amazing!" 

Her performance must have been subpar if the way her father flashed his gaze at her, a glance that hardened a little too much. She needed to be trying harder, was what he was telling her. She wasn't being perfect like he wanted. 

"I've already warned him about your history of outbursts," her father said, a stealthy jab at her, "and, we discussed everything with Damien. I think he's up for the challenge." 

It was an interesting feeling being called a "challenge" by her own father, knowing he must have shared much more degrading comments behind he back disguised as warranted advice. It was all preparation, he probably thought. A proper warning. 

She shoved that feeling down—whatever that feeling was called—and instead focused n her role. As long as she bubbled, chirped, and smiled, she could get out of this room sooner rather than later. 

"Good," she said, a breathy laugh floating out with her voice, "I'll try not to give you any surprises, then." Looking to Harry, she leaned into her persona and played along. He didn't glance at her once, keeping his gaze forward on her father as if he were watching a movie. 

"There won't be any surprises, actually, right (Y/N)?" her father said, a tad too sharp under his act. 

"Right," she settled, calming under the weight of the room. 

Silence settled over, neither she nor her father plucking up the words while Harry stayed an observing pillar. 

This was her opening. If she acted fast, she could get out of here before either of them could stop her. 

"It was really nice to meet you, Harry," she said politely, her fingers curling around the arms of her chair, "Thank you for coming to work with us. I actually have early breakfast plans with Fran tomorrow morning back in the city, so I should probably start hea—" 

"Actually," her father cut her off sharply, his eyes hardening as they landed on her, "I was hoping you would stay for dinner tonight, sweetie. After Harry and I finish ironing out his contract, I wanted to talk to you some more before he officially started with you." 

Instinctively, she wanted to fight him on this. Spending another night here less than a month after the last time she had a breakdown here wasn't on the top of her list of wants, currently. But, knowing there was someone here already expecting the worst from her, forced her to settle. If she talked back it would only reinforce everything her father probably spouted off about her earlier. 

"Okay," she smiled, standing to her feet before inching towards he door, "I'll wait in my room then and give you guys some privacy." 

While her father offered a small dismissal to her in the form of a stuff smile and a promise to call her for dinner, Harry didn't bother to look twice at her. She didn't waste a moment before she was rushing back to her room. She didn't care if they could hear the pacing of her heels over the floors, knowing she was all but running away from that room. 

After twisting the lock on her bedroom door, (Y/N) collapsed onto her bed. Her breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling a little too fast for her head to stay clear. Pinpricks of static began to dance on her palms, fingertips beginning to go numb. A hole began to develop in the pit of her stomach. 

This might be one of the last real moments of alone time for the next couple of months, and she was spending it on the verge of a panic attack. 

(Y/N) knew her dad didn't trust her, but to have someone on his payroll who's only purpose was to follow her around stung more than she was willing to admit. She wasn't a stupid child despite how much he wanted to believe that. 

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What kind of pet (if at all) does each party member prefer? Either the idea of owning one or actually having one

Siffrin could get attached to anything. You could put an ant in a jar and he would go to the library to look up what ants eat, like yes they eat anything you leave out but what are they supposed to eat how much of what oh stars what if he forgets to feed it maybe he should just let it go but what if it's already too far from home and it would die without its ant family?? But anyway, they'd love any pet, but a snuggly mammal would be best for them. I think a couple rats would be cute... Imagine a rat peaking out of the high neck of his cloak! He could build them little obstacle courses and teach them little tricks! Or they could have a cat that sits on their chest at night and purrs, or a dog that licks their face their morning... But they wouldn't get any pet until they had a home to share with it.

Mirabelle gets a bunny!! I just think she would like them. Afaik they're a lot of work, but not like too hard as long as you're willing to do that work..? And she's a very hard worker!! She definitely wouldn't commit unless she can commit, though, and rabbits need a lot of space and a lot of rabbit-proofed space, so it depends what her life is like... but let's say she had a bunny as a kid! Her parents did most of the taking care of it though, because everyone knows that when a young child asks for a pet they don't actually understand the work involved, so you can't expect them to do it reliably. Better to just do it all themselves in the first place than risk Mirabelle forgetting something important! Someday Mira will feel confident enough in herself to get her own pet as an adult...

Isabeau is obviously a dog guy, he gives off friendly dog energy on purpose, and he would love the excuse/company to go on a morning run and throw a frisbee at the park. I think either his family always had at least two dogs at a time, or someone was allergic so no dogs allowed and it made him sooo sad. Hm.. Let's go with, yes dogs, but Isabeau wasn't allowed to get one personally because there was already enough of them in the house, but he really loved an older sibling's dog, but then they moved out and took that dog with them, and then he wasn't even allowed to get a dog then because a younger sibling got priority bc she's younger and you're so old now Isabeau, don't be jealous, your sister has been begging for a dog for months and months, well yes I believe you that you asked for one three years ago but how was I supposed to remember that? And then he was busy with defender training, and working odd shifts, and his place in the city was kind of cramped... But! Someday! He will get his dog!!

Odile is definitely a cat person. Cats are perfect for having a little company when you don't want actual company! I don't know if she loves them enough to actually get one – litter boxes are a pain – but if she was gonna get a pet it would 95% sure be a cat. (The other 5% chance is a reptile.) Maybe she assumed she would get one after she came back to Ka Bue, done with her traveling and no family left. But now she has a whole new family! Probably still wouldn't say no to a cat if one came into her life, though.

Bonnie wants a wolf, except you can't do that, so a husky would be good enough they guess. Or maybe a snake!!! Or a hissing cockroach. Or a big old fluffy cat, or like ten hamsters, or a turtle. A turtle would be awesome. But maybe not as awesome as a parrot that they can teach to say rude words. Or a monkey, sometimes people have monkeys as pets, right? Or fish, a whole bunch of them! Nille is not super thrilled at the idea of having another creature to take care of, but would probably eventually allow a dog or a turtle or maybe a couple chickens.

Loop leans a little more towards dogs I think, as opposed to Siffrin who leans a little more towards cats. Assuming a post-canon scenario where Loop is wandering on their own, I think it would be nice if they found a lonely stray dog to wander with them!