#black! reader

[tvgals]

gojo hates when you’re mean to yourself.

and yet your daughter hates it even more.

you were picking up a few stragglers from the clothes you’d brought upstairs when you noticed a breeze on your back. for some reason, your pants didn’t fit like before.

you walked back into your shared bedroom and stripped of all the clothing besides your bra and panties. you sighed when you saw how wide your hips had gotten, how the cellulite on your legs was so noticeable, and how your face started to look older.

tears welled in your eyes. maybe having another kid was a bad idea if this is how you looked after one. you can’t help but see the way your stomach got pudgier and how your arms got thicker. eventually, the tears started to flow. you sat on the floor, holding your face in your hands. gojo walks in, a cheery smile on his face, that was until he saw the state his wife was in.

“baby, baby…what’s wrong?” gojo asks, pulling you into a hug. it takes you a while to respond, but once you catch your breath you can’t help to look at gojo. “i’ve become so different since we first met. i’ve gotten chubbier, my face looks so different…” you ramble, the tears flowing out like water from a dam. “oh baby…” gojo mumbles, rubbing circles on your back.

gojo lifts your face up and smiles. “you getting chubbier doesn’t bother me at all, in fact it’s kinda cute. seeing how your body has changed from our daughter, seeing how strong you’ve became…” gojo says, smiling. “and your gorgeous face!” he grins, pressing kisses to your cheeks and forehead. “it just shows how much life you’ve lived. i can’t wait to see how it wrinkles up when we’re old.” you sniffle, the tears starting to stop. before gojo can start his rant again, your 5 year old walks into the room.

“why are you guys on the floor?” she asks, her eyes curious. “mommy just needed a hug.” gojo smiles. “oh! i drew this for you and daddy.” she says, holding the paper out to the both of you. you grab it and tears well up once again. it was a poorly drawn yet thought out picture of the three of you. an arrow pointing to you that read: “my very pretty mommy :)” you beam at the drawing bringing her in for a hug. “i love you!” she says, hugging the two of you back.

[kaciidubs]

Versace Crowned Prince

❣ Summary: A fashion weekend with the Prince of Versace, what more could you have asked for? ❣  ❣ Word Count: 2.7k ❣ Warnings: Implied Black! Reader, smut with feelings, fluff, mention of alcohol ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Hyunjin is referred to as My Prince/Versace Prince, Hyune, Baby, Reader is referred to as My Goddess/Love/Muse, this one turned out very romantic, he brings out a faux poetic side of me ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

If you could describe the past few days as anything, it would be a dream - no, a fairytale, a life you never thought you’d find yourself living yet here you were, going up in a fancy elevator to a fancy hotel room with your dashingly handsome boyfriend after attending a party honoring one of the most well known fashion events for one of the biggest brands in the world.

“Did you have fun?”

You hummed happily, leaning your head against Hyunjin’s leather jacket clad shoulder as your conscience floated through the warm buzz of the drinks you had at the party - not quite drunk, but a pleasant tipsy that strung your words together and made your giggles that much more frequent.

“Mm, yeah - it was amazing.” You drawled, squeezing his hand that was currently entwined with your own, “I already know you had fun, Mister Versace Prince.”

He scoffed out a laugh, pulling you to stand in front of him as he leaned against the elevator wall, “It was only fun because you were there, my love.” His fingers caressed the smooth, ruched fabric near the waist of your skirt, “Thank you for coming with me.”

The warmth of his palms seeped straight through your clothes and settled on the skin underneath, sparking goosebumps to spread along your arms while your alcohol addled brain soared with your - ironically - heightened senses.

Sliding your hands up his chest, wrinkling the designer shirt in your path, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as a dazed smirk curled your lips. “Going to Milan to watch a Versace fashion show with my breathtakingly gorgeous, ambassador boyfriend,” playing with the hair at the back of his head, you tilted yours to the side, “how could I have said no?”

It was bold, being in this position in the elevator where one unexpected stop could spoil everything, but neither of you seemed to care, not with the way his hold on your waist tightened as he leaned forward to fully invite himself into your space.

“Does that mean you’ll be my plus one for the next event?”

His husky murmur made your toes curl in your heels, though you didn’t back down, arching into him with a gaze that could only be read as a challenge.

“If the prince requests my presence, then so be it.” Gaze flicking to his full lips, you leaned in just enough to graze them, “Anything for you.”

The chime of the elevator floated through the charged atmosphere and Hyunjin chuckled, a low, sultry sound that made your heart flutter.

Untangling himself from your hold, he slid his hand into your own before leading you through the sliding doors toward the specially booked suite that had been your home since the beginning of the eventful week.

With a swipe of the key card - which wasn’t easy with your barely muffled giggles and wandering hands - you were finally welcome to the privacy of four walls yet again; stumbling through the door with your new goal set on removing your heels first and foremost.

Hobbling your way to the large king bed, you watched as he shrugged off his leather jacket in record time, breathing a sigh of relief as he dropped it to the couch before unceremoniously following suit with a loud “Oof”.

You giggled to yourself, managing to undo the straps to let each shoe fall one at a time, humming softly as you flexed your slightly achy feet until something shiny caught your eye.

Resting atop his suitcase was a familiar golden crown he’d received mere hours earlier, and you found yourself padding over to the accessory instantly.

The second your hands touched the plastic gold, you instantly brought it to your head and placed it atop your curls, feeling the coils cushion the new weight before sauntering around the back of the couch with an extra sway in your hips.

“How do I look?” Placing your hands on your hips, you carefully angled your head like the models you’d seen on the runway, “Am I fitting enough for the prince of Versace?”

You’d expected a fit of giggles, a bemused chuckle even, but when your eyes met his, you were subject to a gaze that had your breath catching in your throat.

Hyunjin’s hungry stare traced your face before trailing down, taking in the black corset top that was so simple in design, yet held a level of elegance on your body that he couldn’t begin to comprehend as it further accentuated the curve of your waist while the neckline cradled your breasts. Observing further, his tongue peaked out to lick his lips as he scanned the skirt that was just under his fingers mere moments ago, admiring the design as if it were a sheet artistically draped around your hips, yet despising the tantalizing hint of your right upper thigh in its slight asymmetrical fitting - it had taken an ungodly amount of willpower to keep himself from leaving the party early just so he could get you to himself.

All of that, paired wonderfully with gold accessories that matched his shirt and the accessories he had on himself, combined into a recipe for his downfall - and, boy, was he falling.

“Fitting enough for me?” He breathed as his eyes flicked up to meet your own, “Baby, you should’ve been out on that runway,” reaching his hand out, his fingers wrapped around your own before gently tugging you closer, “if it were my show, you would be the only model I’d need.”

His sentiments sent waves of chills down your spine, though it did nothing but feed the growing desire the high of the alcohol left in your system, curling in your abdomen and sprouting warmth that bloomed like a spring flower.

Wetting your lips, you squeezed his fingers softly, “Those are bold words from the Prince of Versace.”

The words fell in a whisper, dipped in honey and wrapped in the finest silk crafted by the wisest hands.

“I can only hope my words are enough for a goddess like you, my love.”

His voice was crowned in gold and anointed with the sweetest nectar, the sound dancing from lips that held their own form of enchantment.

“Why hope,” slipping your hand from his, you made a slow path to the side fastens and hidden zipper of your skirt, “when I can show you what your words do to me, my prince?”

It was all too easy to let the skirt fall to your polished toes, just as easy as it was to undo each tedious hook of the ribbed corset until you were able to take a fuller breath of the lust-tinted atmosphere - all the while, the golden crown remained in its place amongst your curls.

In the same breath, it was all too easy for him to undo his pants just enough to free his hardening length from the leather confines and boxer briefs.

You took your rightful place in his lap, a throne unlike any other, specially curated just for you, and eagerly accepted his confident touch; warm palms following the curve of your thighs to the width of your hips, up the flesh of your stomach to the dip in your waist, higher and higher until his fingers were playing with the simple gold necklace resting against your sternum.

“It’s a shame,” Hyunjin murmured, one hand working the necklace through his fingers while the other slid down to cup your breast, “even the most elite designer clothes don’t hold a candle to you wearing absolutely nothing.”

“You’re one to talk, Hyune,” bringing your hands to the hem of his shirt, you gently dragged the material up, “everything makes your candle burn brighter - it’s no contest.”

“Then let me take it off so we can burn together.” As his hands left your chest to meet the ones resting against his stomach, you tightened your hold on the hem of his shirt, prompting him to raise a brow. “My love?”

“I… I want you to keep them on.” Widening your stance against the couch, you dropped your hips to grind along the underside of his cock, the thin lace of your panties leaving nothing up to imagination. “Please, keep them on?”

Hissing out a short breath, his hips canted up into the slick mess dampening the gusset of lace, bringing a breathless chuckle from the depths of his chest.

“Anything for you.”

Anything for you - it echoed as you rose to your knees just enough to use your fingers to tug your panties to the side, paying no mind to the way it hugged your hips just a bit tighter in the process.

A slow drag of your bare cunt along the underside of his dick brought a shivering breath from the two of you, and he worked a hand between your thighs to catch the tip against your fluttering walls, licking his lips in preparation for what was to come next.

Breathless moans filled the room as you slowly sunk down, relishing the stretch you’d been craving since the beginning of the party - though, if you were honest with yourself, the desire had been simmering since the runway viewing.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, eyes trained on where you were both connected as his hand caressed your thigh.

Lifting your hand from his, your fingers instead found their new home on his chin, gently tilting his head back to have his fiery gaze meet your own, a new heat enveloping you in the process; igniting, burning.

“Gorgeous.” The word escaped him like a sacred prayer, a whisper intended only for the sole recipient before him.

You ran your thumb along his bottom lip, toying with the plump flesh before he dipped his chin to press a slow kiss to the pad, and if his effect on you wasn’t shown through the catch in your breath, then the clench of your pussy was a clear indicator.

There was a tentative roll of your hips, a slow rock to seat him as deep as he could go, before you began to ride him in languid, hypnotizing bounces - kindling the all consuming fire that only served to burn brighter and hotter with each bump and grind.

Hyunjin’s hands made their home on your hips, squeezing the supple flesh as he guided you with each rise and fall, his sharp gaze bouncing between your bliss-wrapped face, the sparkle of the jewelry whenever it caught the light just right, and the short glimpses of his arousal-coated dick leaving and entering your heavenly cunt.

Each panted moan that left you was mirrored by a breathless grunt by the man underneath you - an airy cry of his name floating by when his tip would graze that spongy spot just right, and a whimper working its way into the mix with each sinful roll of your hips.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, further wrinkling the designer article as you fought to keep yourself upright, your head dipping slightly as pleasure steadily rendered your limbs useless.

“Chin up, my love,” he moaned, velvety voice invoking your attention with ease, “keep your crown on for me.”

The crown - you’d forgotten about it the minute you sat in his lap, and him turning your demand on yourself had your abdomen clenching.

The subtle correction of your head hadn’t gone unnoticed, nor did the way you tried to spread your legs that tiny bit more to meet his hips more flush.

Licking his lips, Hyunjin moved his hands to your forearms before tugging gently, leading your torso to rest against his and the once thorough bounces turned into short back-and-forth rocks.

Resting your forehead against his, your lidded eyes met his with ease, countless emotions floating in the blown out brown of his irises, unsaid words understood through the beating of your hearts.

You brushed your lips against his, languishing in the feeling of them as if it were the first time all over again, until your body jolted with a sharp thrust that had your lazy kiss connecting.

Whatever sound that intended to leave you was now muffled against his mouth as the thrusts continued, his hands interlocking at the base of your spine as he fucked up into your heat, the soles of his feet digging into the poor leather of the couch for leverage.

The room was soon filled with the noise of straining leather, the wet drag of your walls along the length of his cock, and needy moans broken up by the messy smack of lips and tongue.

It wasn’t long until your body was trembling above his, your face dropping to his shoulder in hopes of catching the loud cries against his shirt, “H-Hyune, I’m- oh fuck, don’t stop-”

“I won’t,” the needless promise came through gritted teeth as he splayed his left hand against your lower back while his right slid to your ass cheek, squeezing the swell graciously, “come on, love, give it to me - please give it to me.”

Your body reacted before your mind could even process, the sound of threads snapping at the seams under your relentless tugging at his shirt going unnoticed as you came with a cry of his name on your tongue.

He did his best to ride you through your orgasm, but the rhythmic pulsing of your walls quickly shattered his resolve as he found himself chasing his own climax with heated breaths against your bare shoulder.

“Muse, I’m- I-” Hyunjin choked back a whine, trying to blink away the fog clouding this mind, “I-I’m gonna come, fuck-”

His arms wrapped around your back once more as he held you as tight as he could, rutting his hips against yours until he came with a shivering moan, coating your walls with his release.

Littering whatever place you could reach with kisses, you slowly lifted yourself up to admire his euphoria filled features; basking in the glow of his sweat-shined face and rosy cheeks, and marveling in the contrast of your lipgloss’s tint against his skin - that is, until your eyes trailed to his shirt.

Immediately recognizing the stain of your foundation against the black fabric, you didn’t try to hide the embarrassed laugh that breezed past your lips.

“I might’ve flown too close to the sun here, baby…”

Clocking the insinuation without bothering to look himself, he shook his head with a dazed smile on his perfect lips, “I don’t care - make a mess of it, ruin it, I’ll just get another one,” bringing his right hand to your face, he cupped your cheek softly, “and when that one gets messed up, I’ll buy another one.”

You scoffed incredulously, lips curling into a small smile, “The prince of Versace ruining his clothes for me? How scandalous.”

“If it’s by the request of my goddess, then so be it.” His eyes sparkled as he ushered you closer, leaning in just enough to graze your lips, “Anything for you.”

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[i-spit-on-your-garage]

Somebody needs to write for (actually inclusive) x black reader fics. Too many "neutral" fics are written (often unintentionally) as white coded far too often. I can't even always relate to the x black!reader fics because I'm half black and half white so there still plenty of descriptions and such that are almost as unrelatable for me. If any body has some good author recs send them my way please 🙏🏽

[archivedzeke]

rengoku would try his absolute best to be the most amazing husband in the world for you ! i mean he isn’t the best but he tries and that’s all that matters to you. he’s so adorable.

there are times where he needs help because he isn’t use to being a good husband , but he does have a prime example of how not to act because of how his father use to treat him.

he is autistic coded ! so take your time with him when it comes to teaching him how to cook and care for the home you’ve built , certain things aren’t his strong suit so you would face to help.

but imagine coming home from a long mission , stripping yourself of yourself if your haori and sword. rengoku would be waiting , that big smile painting his face and his pretty eyes wide while he patiently sat in the garden , minding his own.

he would feel your presence , the happiness rolling off of you in waves. you were home. content with sitting your home garden , talking about your day until he pulls you inside for dinner.

it’s chaos but it gets done. you two don’t live far away from kyojuro so senjuro stops by and has dinner with you two as well , he loves that you take good care of his older brother. you even let him spend the night because he’s just adorable.

you treat senjuro as if he’s your own and kyojuro loves that. i just know he would be an amazing husband to you , he’s already a sweetheart.

[s-sugustar]

Mean!Sasuke w/thigh reading.

"C'mon, you can do better y/n." Sasuke muttered, his eyes pinned on you as you grinded against his thigh. Tears dripping from your chin, as your gripped onto his leg, steadying yourself.

Such an odd way how you ended up on his leg and in Naruto's office at that. For almost the entire day, you had been teasing Sasuke by flirting with Naruto; not only had the yellow haired man oblivious to your advances but he groveled in all of them sent his way and poor Sasuke was there to witness all of it. His jaw clenched as he heard the back and forth between you and Naruto. The sickening laughter and friendly banter between the two of you or the way your finger glided against Naruto's arm.

Sasuke had enough and was so close to bending you over the table right in front of Naruto to show him who you belonged to. "Some of the villagers are in need of your assistance Hokage." Sasuke murmured, quickly catching Naruto's attention before he hurried out of the office. Once he left the room, Sasuke walked behind the Hokage desk and sat in the chair, legs spread. The room was silent, nothing but the wind blowing through the room as your eyes focused on Sasuke. His face void of any emotions and his eyes not showing you anything. "Lock the door then come to me." Sasuke rasped, no hint of play within his voice.

Maybe you had gone too far with your flirting. When Sasuke was jealous it wasn't any easier on you during sex. Times before you woke up with bruises all over your body and an ache between your legs when you pushed the raven-haired man to close to the edge.

You shuddered once you remembered what had happened the last time you tried to piss him off. With quick strides, you walked over to where he sat, you stood tall between his legs as you looked down at him for his next move. "Sit." Okay maybe he was going to go easy this time. As you hooked your legs around his waist, he pressed a hand on your stomach, stopping you from sitting down fully. You paused in confusion, not understanding what he meant until. "You don't get that privilege to sit on my dick. Get on my thigh." You looked back in shock, expecting him to change his answer but with a pointed look and the raise of an eyebrow, you huffed quietly, moving back until you were on his thigh.

"Ride my thigh y/n. Since you want to like a whore, get off on my thigh like one." he spat, not sparing you another glance as he pulled a paper from the desk to read through. You took initiative and rolled your hips against his thigh, catching a rhythm before speeding up.

After a few minutes, you were close to cumming and Sasuke could see that. The whimper in your voice and the subtle shake in your legs; "Sasuke, he-help mee." you whined, trying to gain his attention so that you could get some sort of release. Placing the paper, he had forsaken long ago on the table, Sasuke looked at you, a wicked smirk and his face. You knew that meant he was up to no good. "Help you? You didn't need my help when you were all over Naruto, now did you?" he asked, already knowing the answer but wanted to hear it from you. You whimpered, trying to get an answer out but the words fell from your mouth in babbles. "I don't understand baby talk. C'mon, you can do better y/n."

[xsapphirescrollsx]

Hallows' Eve

Written: Oct 2 2020

Pairing: dark!Bucky Barnes, dark!Steve Rogers, dark!Clark Kent x Black Female Reader

You expected a nice night on the eve of Halloween with your boyfriend, Bucky.

A/N: Ahh shoutout to my bff @titty-teetee for indulging me with this idea lol. I love ya >:D

October 30th, middle of somewhere, Texas.

Well, there was a house-- rickety as it was, the home stood in a clump of mesquite trees, accented with tufts of Johnsongrass, springing up through the cracks of the stone walkway and leaning against the stairs to the front porch. It had never looked darker than this night had. But even so, the jagged wood roof  rose high to a second story, long windows looked like eyes with the small front door for a mouth. A steady breeze moved through the trees, shaking and whishing the long thin branches, slicing through the air. The whispering of nature speaks to you, like God to man, invoking what has been and what was to come. An unexpected thin place perhaps, the house, having not been filled for quite some time looked like it could have been haunted. Maybe a part of you wished it was. Like the walls and foundation had the ability to make up its own people within, or remembered who once lived there. 

Bucky’s fingers nudged your lower back as you walked alongside him. The duffle bags zipper clinked against the fabric and you were suddenly aware of how quiet it was out here. The crisp autumn air, slowly contorted to that spikey chill of early winter lingered on your skin. So you walked closer to him for some quick warmth. 

“They should be--” said Bucky, lights glowed up from the dirt road. The paleness glowed over both you and Bucky, the house, the dormant land. “There they are.” he said pausing for a moment and then continued once again.

“You had to pick the spookiest spot huh?” you said under your breath. 

He shrugged as he stomped up the stairs. “I was here yesterday, I got it ready. It’s a perfect spot for a quick get away.”

“But did you have to invite company? I was looking forward to it just being you and me.”

Bucky rummaged for the keys in his pocket as a couple of car doors slammed behind you. 

“‘Come on babe, Steve doesn’t have anywhere to go really.”

“I’ll start the fire!” shouted Steve. 

You didn’t turn around, your eyes stayed on the shadows of Bucky’s face where his eyes should have been. 

“Okay, I get that. But what about the other guy? What did you say his name was? How do you know him?”

Bucky jabbed the key with the lock, he chuckled a bit before answering. “Clark Kent, his name is Clark.”

“So you’re picking up strays now?” 

“Get to know him, you’ll like him. He's a great guy, hardly a stray...”

You followed Bucky into the house slowly, he flicked on the switch flooding the living room with light. Okay, you thought, doesn’t look so bad. At least the furnishing appeared to be from within the last ten years, the walls looked newish, with sharp borders, and reasonably decorated. 

“Besides, I picked you up, remember?”

You dropped your bag flat on the ground. “Hey, now. Are you trying not to get lucky while we stay here?”

Bucky continued into the house with the grocery bags. “I’ll get lucky regardless.” he cut his eyes over his shoulder back toward you. It sent another chill, this time up your inner thighs. He wasn’t lying.

“Oh god, not that stupid-”

Bucky ducked in close, the flimsy plastic mask buckled under the pressure of nuzzling your neck. You gazed into the bathroom mirror at Bucky who’s rubber Michael Myers mask was staring lifelessly back.

“I know you wanted to try something different….but….”

His hands kneaded your sides, higher he climbed over your sweater to your breasts.

“You look ridiculous…”

One hand left your nipple and began tugging at the top of your leggings.

“Shh…” he tried to stifle a laugh. “..just go with it..”

And you did, by leaning your head back against the blue denim jacket as his fingers wondered underneath your underwear.

“..let daddy have a feel.” his breathy question muffled through the mask. Slowly he began to circle your clit, mouth hanging open your hand held the top of his black gloved hand and pushed him to press harder.

“Look at yourself...how needy you get.” he whispered.

You try to peer beyond the mask, the slits for eyes but there was nothing. Only darkness met you there. Bucky brought up his hand, held it in front of the mirror and you. He split his fingers, thick wetness strung between them like webs.

“Bend over-- hold on to the sink.” he ordered, with his hands disappearing behind you. The sound of his clothes ruffling you stared back at the mirror.

Bucky stepped forward, knocking your ankles apart with his shiny black boots and yanked your pants, underwear down and gently, he tipped into you. His long length traveled against your folds sinking further inside.

Ghostly scenes are made from the smoke casting up from the flickering fire being fed from lava colored coals. The metal chair underneath you feels cool on your bottom, because even though you are sitting on a blanket the cold night air hangs around you. 

Steve was ending his story. Though hardly a spooky tale, it didn’t have to be, for his tales were based on true events. Speaking of blood and gore the morbid tone grew in his voice and brought a shadow of delight in his eyes. You carefully watched him, observed his hunched over shoulders, his eyes turned to yours sometimes while he spoke but mostly stayed on the fire. 

You chugged from the bottle of hard cider as Bucky ate, that stupid mask was pulled up over his brows. But Clark Kent, this stranger, sat nearly directly opposite. You moved your eyes to him ever so often while Steve told his story. One of the two thought about food on the way here, chicken, you guessed was their craving. Clark leaned back, his black jacket bunched at his waist as he rose a hand to his mouth. The crunch of the crust of fried meat did not break Steve’s momentum. 

When he finished, Bucky nodded to the accuracy of the amount of soldiers, to why the only man left was brave and courageous. Clark’s eyes met yours over the flames, his skin pale, the wavy dark curls framed his face. He smiled at you as he chewed. You noticed it then, unsure why you wouldn’t have before, he held the grey cooked bone between his fingers and stuck the end in his mouth. You blinked, maybe you were seeing things -- this was your sixth cider for the night.

“Are you eating the bones?” you asked.

Clark continued to gnaw on it till it broke off in his mouth. “Waste not want not,” he said through a mouthful.

He continued to stare back at you and at the same time a chill coursed its way down your spine. Shivering in the gentle breeze the urge to go to the bathroom shot through you. 

“I’ll be right back,” and excused yourself from the fire.

Had to be a bit past ten p.m., though this was supposed to be a pleasant fall break, it didn���t truly feel that way. Not with two extra guests. You tried to not feel so desperate to be alone with Bucky. You finished washing your hands and opened the bathroom door. In the dark, lit up by the light of the bathroom a figure stood. You jumped so hard, grasping at your sweater, bent over grabbing your waist, the boogeyman mask simply stared back at you without moving.

“Bucky I swear to -- why would you? -- take that stupid thing off-” and you reached for the mask but his hand grabbed your wrist. Slowly he walked over the threshold, leaned over and flicked off the light. 

“Oh no!” you feigned a plea. “Seriously..--help..help.” you giggled through another.

The door slammed behind him trapping the dark inside. He pulled you close at first, residing to his strength, you let him touch, grab, pluck at your body. Backing you back up against the sink the rubber mask pushed against your neck, smiling in the dark you could hear him attempting to kiss you there. 

His hands ran around the waist of your leggings, one big hand gripped and caressed your ass, slipped toward your split and rubbed your asshole. You jumped again, this time wrapping your arms around his neck. Different, he had never done such a thing before, but you went with it. 

His finger crawled passed it, his other hand pushed down the front of your legging and circled your clit. 

“..help...a big bad man...help..” you chuckled under a moan. 

He jerked you away suddenly, pulled down your leggings and underwear, with a hand on your shoulder he forced you to bend over. The room filled with the sound of a smack to your back side. 

“Bucky!” 

The stinging lingered but white hot pain replaced it with another hit from his gloved hand. 

“Okay!” you rushed out. Maybe he was just being kinky, perhaps your pretending might have put him out of the mood. 

He hit you again making you grip the lip of the sink harder. “I’m sorry daddy..” you hissed.

He was back behind you again, his whole body pressed against you, scratching at the skin of your ass he plunged two thick fingers into your entrance.  Heavy breathing billowed from under the mask, hot air pooled over your shoulder and around the back of your neck. The weight of him bent you forward. He pulled out his fingers from within you and began to prod with something warmer, and far thicker at your slit as his other hand tangled with your fingers on the sink. 

And he pushed in, “..damn!” you moaned.

Jerky, irregular thrusts stretched you more than what you remembered. “Bucky!” you gasped, hoping he would slow the pace. But the other hand grabbed for your throat, squeezed tight and pumped you harder. 

“Daddy, please..” you half begged, half needingly whimpered. 

That changed his stroke, and soon the ache descended into bliss. 

“Fuck...daddy…”

His hand on yours returned to your clit, pushing hard and swiping steadily, your knees nearly buckled. Thicker for sure, veiny too, you thought, god what the loss of one sensory can do on a drunk mind. Your body bucked back against him as you rode out the orgasm. He squeezed harder, hissing and groaning under the mask you could nearly imagine him as someone else. And when he stilled inside of you, even his hiccups of pleasure could be thought of another. You shook the fantasy away as he stepped back. 

Before you could even turn around, the door opened, your eyes shot to his brown boots and then up to his back. And he left you there.

You stuffed pieces of a premade popcorn ball into your mouth. Bucky sat there weaving a tale of spirits walking through walls, of ancient gods embedded into objects best left to rest where they laid. Still buzzing hard you stayed captivated by his tone. It was something about the secretive way his voice projected that kept you staring at him, wondering if it could be true, but knew it mustn’t. 

It was still cool out, the shabby blanket thrown over your sore legs did little to keep the wind out. But it made for a good catcher, which is what you were doing toward the end of his story. Picking up pieces of fallen popcorn, and pizza flavored chip crumbs somehow made it to your mouth despite the only source of light was a waning fire.

“So if you ever hear your name called..don’t ever answer back, unless you can see it’s a actually living person.” Bucky finished and glanced over at you proudly.

“I hate that story.” you slurred your words a bit and shook out the blanket on your lap. “I hope you’re happy, you have to walk me everywhere until we return home.”

You picked up the last bottle off the ground and drank the last bit. The clash of flavors swirled on your tongue leaving a bitter after taste.

“Babe do you have any gum?”

“There’s a pack in the middle console--” Steve spoke up. “Back there in the truck..” he said hooking his thumb over his shoulder.

You rolled your eyes over in Steve’s direction. A smug grin, and a wrinkle on the side of one eye simply gazed back at you. 

“You’re fine,” he said finally. “You’ve got us here...nothings gunna get you.” he reminded smoothly.

And the moment was quiet, poised on the end of the gentle breeze blowing through the heat of the fire. The rustle of sleeping honeysuckle vines, somewhere near the old rotted out shack Steve’s truck sat was the only identifiable sound for a few seconds. 

“Fine.” you huffed and stood up to get that gum.

You walked down the dirt path the short way from the front of the house where Bucky, Steve and Clark sat. The tin roofing of the old shed rocked, and slapped against itself the closer you got. And of course Steve parked on the other side, out of the sight of the house and fire. But you walked quickly, or rather, as fast as two aching legs could in the cool weather. 

The knocking sound only got heavier, louder as you squinted in the dark toward the blackest corner of the area. Steve’s truck was within a few footsteps and you batted away any imaginings of spooky phantoms. You slipped passed the door, your hand flipped up the middle console and snagged up the pack of gum before slamming the door back. And when you turned around, just off from where you had previously walked was a figure. The white, deathly pale mask was the only part you could really see.

“Fuck!” you shouted, dropping the pack of gum. “Bucky!” you hissed and reached back down to retrieve it. 

The yellow fire light was at his back when he moved forward toward you. 

“Okay...no more mask!”

You stuffed the gum under your arms and went to yank at the mask. But he caught your arm and squeezed down like a vice grip. “Hey--easy there..” you said quietly. 

He pulled you toward the shed, but just outside of it, along the rotten wall of it a few old deep freezers were lined up against it collecting weeds, and dust. 

“Oh no, Bucky..those look super dirty..” you tried to jerk your arm away but he only pulled you harder. “...Really? You’re this committed to fucking in that mask?”

This time your hand grabbed enough of the back of the mask to rip it fully up over his head. At that same moment you were jerked forward between the rusty freezer and him. Your eyes now bulging and fighting for light to correct what you were seeing in the dark stared up at him. You blinked several times once more before you realized the angular features did not belong to Bucky. Thick curly hair, messy all over haloed around his face, and of course, you weren’t sure why you hadn’t noticed before, he was taller. It was Clark.

You made to quickly move away from him but he snapped you back, “Get off me!” Your voice shook, and so did your body. 

“Bucky’s right over there...all I have to do is scr--”

The air whipped out of your lungs so fast as Clark slammed his palm over your mouth and rushed your back down on to the freezer. 

“I’ve been waiting all night for this..” he whispered.

No amount of squirming could equal the might Clark welding against your struggling. It was like a man made of iron held you down, even when his other hand disappeared between your legs, the tearing of your legging, your underwear did not loosen his hold. And then the unfolding of his clothes paired with the gentle brushing of the vines against wood near your head sent you into hysterical kicking. Your legs on either side of him squeezed, and jerked to no avail. 

“-don’t act so innocent. You’ve already fucked two different men tonight.”

You stopped kicking, eyes wide above his hand you glowered at him through the dark. “You won’t mind..will you?”

Shaking your head you held your breath. The thick end of his cock began to push past your folds. 

“Slut.” 

He lowered his forehead on to yours, what you imagined was him staring back down at you but could see only the tip of his nose. A shuddering breath pulled through your nose as he sank further to his balls. “You’re wet from it still…”

He started snapping into you, hard and fast, slapping his lust into your unwilling cunt. Clark’s hand slipped to your chin, his lips hovering above yours. 

“Are you going to call me daddy too?” he asked, with his breath steadily huffing into your mouth. “..Say it for me baby..” 

“Let me hear that little desperate voice..” He kissed you, slipping his tongue along the inside of your lower lip and then against your face as you turned your head. “Come on..” And then he started jabbing, a feral thumping into you. Sharp pains up your thighs shot further into your core. You denied him and he lowered his head to your neck. He sucked on your skin, flicked his tongue around and inside your ear. “Say it,” he whispered. 

You whimpered in response as his teeth began to snag on the wet skin of your neck. He sucked hard, drawing out needle points of pain. 

You pray to god Bucky could hear this, you’ve been gone too long certainly either Steve or him could. Clark kept nibbling, and groaning in between thrusts. When you refused once again he shoved his palm back over your mouth, the other brought your wrist up and twisted it into a bone breaking angle. 

He stopped moving inside of you as his deep voice raked over clenched teeth, “What was that?” he asked. The warm palm slid down to your chin. 

“..daddy.” you shivered out.

You could hear the satisfied smile in his voice. “Good..girl.” he whispered. 

“That wasn’t so hard to say was it babe?”

The sound of Bucky’s voice from the darkest, most grown up side of the shed sent your eyes reeling in the dark. Clark put his hand back over your mouth and kept going. 

Bucky stood at the edge of the freezer, in the dark the features of his face were smudged. A gentle hand caressed the top of your forehead. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Let Clark finish.”

At Bucky’s words, Clark released your mouth, he rose up and held your upper arms down as he continued to fuck you roughly. Your eyes stayed on Bucky’s silhouette, high pitch whimpering up at him did not go unheard. 

Bucky cupped your chin and head. “Shush,” he hushed down your sobbing face. 

Another pair of hands tore at the front of your sweater. To his right, another figure stepped to your side. The figures loomed over you while your breasts chilled, and peaked in the cool night air. A deft hot hand kneaded and groped at the nearest one. 

“You told us she was good….” Steve pinched your nipple hard. “She’s fucking outstanding.”

Bucky leaned over you, he grabbed for your thigh but you kicked away. Clark relinquished some leverage to pull your thigh up so Bucky could hold your ankle. “Yeah, get in there good.” Bucky’s voice rose above your strangled cries. Steve got your other leg, held it folded it in high and tight, that allowed Clark to pound you deeper. 

He grinded his hips into yours burning his stiff cock into your core. His grip tightened around your arms pinning you for good below him. “Where am I going to empty my balls?” Clark demanded on a puff of air. 

Tears slid down the corners of your eyes. They rolled from the darken outlines of Bucky above you to Steve at his side and then back to the man between your legs. 

“..in me.” you sniffled out. 

“And who are we--” Bucky asked softly. 

You didn’t bother to look in the direction of his voice, Clark’s head threw back, a deep moan started in his chest as his hips kept pumping. “Say it baby..” Clark whispered.

“..daddy.” you whimpered.

[supernatural-dreamer]

The Unnatural and Unexpected (Embry Call x Black! Reader) Pt. 4

A/N: Hiya everyone! We're baack with another installment. School just started back for me and it's been kicking my butt so apologies for any delays. This part changes focus a little from the main character and is little bit of a filler, but rest assured it's getting juicy... Enjoy! Cheers!

~Lauren

This is set during Eclipse around newborn battle. This is tailored for a African American/Black female reader specifically, however all are welcome to read..

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Masterlist

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Imagine being Embry’s imprint and tagging along with the wolves to their newborn training session. However, you’re always in for an unexpected surprise when you’re around Bella..

Unfortunately she was right. The wound was deeper than anticipated. No wonder why it was hard for you to stop the bleeding. As much as you cared for him, you were silently cursing Embry and Jasper every which way. 

Damn superhuman strength.

Not even fifteen minutes after she walked in the door, Emily had your wound disinfected, helped clean you up, and even started heating up leftovers she brought over. Bless this woman.

“Just one more stitch, I’m almost done, hon. Hang in there.” You winced in pain as she covers up your fresh stitches with a bandage dressing. 

“I at LEAST owe one of them a slap for the fight. This is crazy.” Sitting up gently from the living room couch, Emily helps you into the kitchen. 

“Deal.” She pulls out a small bottle of vodka from her bag with two shot glasses and places them on the counter. You raise an eyebrow, smirking. 

“This is JUST for now until I can get you some painkillers tomorrow. Unfortunately, you’re out of Tylenol and the drugstores are closed.” She shrugs her shoulders at your slight shock and amusement. 

“Being an ex-nurse has its perks. Food’s almost done, you hungry?” 

——

After finishing up eating and graciously accepting the little alcohol. It was only then you remembered the days earlier events.

As much as you wanted some time, you thanked your lucky stars that the one person you probably needed showed up at your doorstep.

“Sorry about how I answered the door earlier.” Sheepishly, you start to look down at your kitchen floor.

“Nothing to apologize for. Sam told me everything that happened and I came straight over and don’t worry, they don’t know I’m here.” 

“I appreciate it. How’s Embry holding up?” Sighing heavily, Emily places her plate and yours in the dishwasher. 

“Sam, myself, and their partners let him have it after finding out he hurt you. Is he justified in his anger, yes, but he shouldn’t have let it get the best of him.” At this, you bury your face in your hands. This is such a mess. You didn’t mean to cause any of it.

You hear her shuffle to sit next to you as she gently pulls your hands from your face. 

“Hey, NONE of this is your fault. You never asked to be in this situation. The only people at fault here are Embry and Jasper. Jasper chose to keep it from you and both of them hurt you. As much as I love the pack, they do not get to decide anything for their imprints, especially after they hurt them.” It was then you looked up at her. The fluorescent light of the kitchen made the darkness outside look endless.  For the first time, at least to you, her scar was more prominent on her skin. 

“I made the choice to stay with Sam, but you don’t have to. As much as I’m not a big fan of the vampires, I value yours, and the other imprints, well-being above all else.” She pats your shoulder. 

“Now, for the most important question, Comedy or Rom-com?” 

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tags: @fckwritersblock , @zoexme , @abluejay-comments , @solar2solstice

[riatheghoul]

Got My Right Hand On Your Girly

Pairing: Bang Chan x Black Reader

song: Goosebumps By Travis Scott (Chase Atlantic remix)

Warnings: Just pure filth, p in v, lots of praise, pet names used: baby, pretty, pretty girl, honey and daddy for chan.

Word count: 853

Disclaimers: I do NOT own any of these picture credits to the owners and this is PURE FICTION

Tag list: @cookiesdiaryx @penny44224 @heeyboooo

“Poppin’ a pill with my left hand, got my right hand on your girly.”

The speakers blared and your vision blurred. You didn’t mean to piss him off, well, you didn’t mean for it to go this far. You thought it would be fun to flirt with the waiter just to test the waters. It was all fun and games until he gave you that look then you knew you were in for it.

“No keep your eyes on me” he said slapping your face just hard enough to get your attention your eye rolled back to look at him as his fingers plunged into you. “You wanted to play games earlier thinking I was gonna go easy on you” all you could do was squirm and whine “Awwww baby did I fuck you dumb?” he question know good and damn well what he was doing to you “I- I- oh god~” you tried to get words out but it was no use your brain was complete mush and you your eyes were so far back that you feared they’d stay there. “Your gonna cum huh?” he coed “Your gonna cum all over daddy’s fingers again? Huh?” he chuckled leaning down to suck your clit causing you try to close your legs. He pushed your legs open “Open. Your. Fucking. Legs” he said in between each lick.

You were starting to see stars and getting louder and louder there was feeling in the pit of your stomach was unfamiliar but his finger and his tongue felt so damn good. “Come on pretty cum for me. Cum.” He repeated the word which was sending a vibration through your entire body and after a few more licks you came but it felt different then all the other times he’s made you come. He grabbed you pulling you in to him kissing you like he needed and damn did he need you he pulled away looking at you with pleading eyes “Can you do that again for me just on my dick?” he asked. You nodded “Yes please I want more~” you begged he gave you a quick peck taking himself out of his boxers.

No matter how many times you’ve seen him he never ceases to amaze you. Your mouth watered watching the pre cum dribble down his dick “Are you sure you can take it?” he questioned and you nodded in confirmation. “If it’s too much you use your safe word am I understood?” you nodded again “Unh uh words pretty girl” he demanded you sat up to show him that you were ok enough to answer his question “Yes I can take it please put in~” you begged.

He grabbed you by your waist pulling you close to him while grabbing your throat “Open” he commanded. You opened it sticking out your tongue letting him spit in your mouth “Take your treat doll” he instructed. You swallowed it letting a whimper fall from your lips “Good girl” he praised aligning himself with you. He took his time sliding into you making sure you felt every inch your mouth made a o shape feeling your walls stretch around him.

After bottoming out inside you he pulled out of you running his length down your folds making you shiver. “Beg for me honey” you grabbed pulling him closer to you “Please daddy I’ll be so good I need you so bad~” you pleaded he grabbed your hair pulling it until you looked up at him while he was towering over you. “Don’t look away from me” he said slamming into you. He kissed you hard and fast moaning into your mouth making you clench around him. Your legs began to shake and your moans got louder he pulled away from you and bought his lips to your ear and began to whisper to you. “your such a good girl” “you feel so good baby” he said making sure leave a few hickeys

“Oh god~ I’m gonna cum” you said digging you nails into his back. “Don’t you dare. Wait for me let it buildup” he ordered puling away from your ear you shook your head “Please I can’t take it~” you whined he sped up hitting the spot that made you arch with every thrust. “Yes, you can your gonna fucking take it and don’t you dare come until I do” he declared not stopping. After a few more strokes he started to speed up and get sloppy rolling his pelvis just to make sure to his every angle your body was shaking in the best ways “I’m gonna cum baby where do you want it?” he asked trying to hold in his groans but failing. “Inside me please~” you answered “Fucking cum” he said “Cum all over my fucking dick baby” and you did just that.

He came painting your insides a pretty silky white. After you both came down from your high you grabbed him and kissed him “I love you so fucking much” he smiled at you giving you a kiss on your sweaty forehead in return “I love you too princess”

A/N(before official post): i promise it gonna hit good dw

A/N(after official post): here it is i hope you like it i tried to be more descriptive and get better with my smut its only gonna go up from here ok byeeeeeeeee~

[will0waesthetic]

Me when the reader gets pregnant :

[chaibewriting]

PART SIX — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄

prince! enji todoroki x black-coded! (poc friendly) fem! reader x platonic! todoroki kids

content warnings: brief depiction of violence, domestic violence mentioned, suicide mentioned, child neglect mentioned.

notes: this is long overdue, my bad y'all I was dead— hope ya enjoy today's chapter 🕵️

word count: 5.2k

summary: enji gets a taste of his own medicine and an old enemy is coming to the light.

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IT’S hand continued to squeeze the throat of the King, unwilling to let go of the man who’d struck you. Surely, you would be leaving a bruise on him.

Whilst the entity continued to grip Enji’s throat in a vice grip, glaring at his face. His lightly tanned skin was slowly turning blue, your terrified son soon broke from his fear-struck state upon seeing you. This new figure seems to make his fear disappear and he isn’t afraid anymore. Afraid of what? Perhaps his father, or more so, what your father could do to you in his blinded rage. As he looks between you, or the creature holding you, and his father, he realizes that there would be dire consequences if you were to accidentally kill the man.

Silently, the little boy lurches forward, sprinting towards the shadowy creature and jumps onto one of its inky black, tree stump legs, wrapping his little arms around it and hugging it. From what he was able to see, you were covered in the blackest flames he'd ever seen, and he had willingly thrown himself into danger at the prospect of being potentially burned as long as it meant you would stop. To his surprise, there was no burning sensation. In fact, he had squeezed his eyes shut, tears pricking at the corners, preparing for the searing pain of being set ablaze. However, instead of such an unfortunate fate, he was met with an overwhelming warmth that soothed him immensely; he felt protected, safe, comfortable, and… happy. All of the feelings you had introduced to him ever since you’d made your way into his life was what he felt in that moment, except it was tenfold. He never wanted to be brought out of this fire, his entire body relaxing as he continued to hold onto the creature’s leg. However, the sound of gurgles and grunts reminded him of his current goal, his father’s life was still being threatened. And as much as he deserved to be hurt like he hurt others, he shouldn’t be killed.

In his moment of clarity, he opened his eyes and looked up at the creature’s face and didn’t know what to do. However, he acted before he could think much more. “Mama!! Mama, come back please!! Y-you have to let go!!” He called out, hoping to reach you from wherever you were currently. “Mama, please!!”

The sound of his pleading causes the creature to pause momentarily before looking down, finally noticing the small child who was currently clinging to its leg, fresh tears running down his chubby cheeks. Pain. Hurt. Need. Heartbreak. A child so young shouldn’t be feeling these things.

Everything that comes after happens in just mere seconds, though it feels like it occured in slow motion. Enji was dropped to the ground, gasping for air, catching up on some much needed oxygen, and the creature reached down to scoop Dabi up into one of its hands, pushing him into its chest where you currently were. As soon as he was safe within the confines of the creatures body you were quick to bring the small child to you. The shadowy figure made space and held the two of you inside of it as you cradled him in your arms as best as you could with your belly still in-tow. Shakingly, you cupped Dabi’s face in your hands and began to wipe away his tears with your thumbs. “I’m so sorry, Dabi. You shouldn’t have had to do that. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” The sound of your voice and the concern in your eyes causes Dabi to sob, fresh tears beginning to fall as he wailed. “Mama!! I-I thought you were g-gonna kill… kill dad an’— an’ get e-e-executed..!!”

“What? Oh no, no, baby. It’s okay, you don’t have to worry. Mama’s here, okay? We’re okay, everything’s gonna be alright.” You were quick to reassure him, holding onto him for dear life. Nothing else seemed to matter to you in the moment, not even your husband’s gaze that was staring at what you had become. You were more focused on making sure that Dabi was okay and safe.

Inside of the creature was where the two of them currently resided, the creature remaining as it was as it discreetly observed its surroundings. Surprisingly, the ‘room’ you were in was completely black but you were still able to see things clearly around you, including what was going on outside of the creature’s body, almost like you were in a protective glass box despite the outside of the creature’s body being jet black and opaque.

Enji had managed to catch his breath again, a hand on his throat as he measured the level of damage you’d done. The crumpled man stared at the creature that swallowed you and Dabi up with an unreadable expression, his mind swarming with thoughts that even he couldn’t fully comprehend. The most prominent thought that seemed to prevail above all was the fact that he was proud.

Proud of the fact that his wife, his Queen was strong enough to defend herself when her safety was threatened, this new form, whatever it was, reminded him of his own technique where he would engulf the entirety of his body in flame, the fire going as far to even engulf his skeletal system with flames- the sight of it was simply his skeleton on fire.

Slowly, he stood on his feet and the creature seemed to watch him closely, taking note of every move he made, no-doubt ready to strike defensively if it called for that line of action even while still remaining in its squatting position it was still towering over the King.

The two of them, the creature and Enji, appeared to be in a silent staring contest of sorts, almost daring each other to do something even remotely hamrful to the other. As one would expect, the Hellflame user had many questions he wished to ask, but he wouldn’t get the time to ask said questions as the creature began to speak despite its lack of mouth.

“If you bring harm to my user again, I will have no other choice than to consider you as a threat and will eliminate you if such action is called for. I will strike you back with the same force, and perhaps more.”

It’s voice was androgynous, his eyes squinting with each tonal transition of words as they pointed a smokey finger at your husband who appeared to be taken aback by the sentient creature. You had been stunned as well, still holding Dabi in your arms as the creature proceeded to sink down towards the ground, its lower body pouring into a river of smoke that steadily fell until you were back on your feet, currently propping Dabi on one of your hips as you held him. Terrifyingly enough, as the smoke cleared, fanning itself around your now standing form, you scowled at the man in front of you, piggybacking off of your protector’s words. “I don’t wish to see your face now, later, or even after that. You disgust me. You need to leave right now." You stated, leaving no room for argument as you glared at Enji, your resolve and irritation was as clear as day.

He stood still. Staring at you, scrutizining your facial expression and whatever may be going on behind those fierce eyes that had gotten you married to him in the first place. And then, without a word, he turned on his heels and walked away from you, soon passing through the doors that led out to where you were. As soon as he was gone, you relaxed, letting out a breath as you carefully put Dabi onto his feet and then sunk to your knees, digging your nails into the dirt as you attempted to wrap your head around what had just happened and why it had happened. You’d never done such a thing before, and no one had ever told you you could even do something as remotely as possible this. Your awakened power had a sentient being attached to it? Did it lie dormant inside of you at all times? You had to speak to your parents as soon as you possible could to try and get those answers.

…

From Enji’s perspective, this power appeared to have been awoken by your maternal instincts and the need to protect yourself and the life within you. As he walked down the castle halls, he rubbed at his neck, taking note of the tender, irritated skin, this had been the last thing he'd expected to happen. On one hand, he was glad she’d managed to strike back at him, but on the other hand, he grew excited wondering what their child would have once she was born, would she have a combination of their powers or would she inherit only one in its entirety? Under his pride and excitement was also bewilderment.

Passing by a few servants on his short journey to his office, he paid no attention to the others who seemed to be tripping over themselves to try and move out of his way, though a great majority had taken note of the bruising on his neck as they looked towards his back. Where had he gotten that from?

Once he was in the privacy of his office, he shut the door behind him and approached his desk, taking a seat as he began to further ponder their situation. He had reacted like his mother. He struck Y/N just like how his mother would often strike his father when he didn’t do something correctly to her. He never struck back, no matter how many times Enji would question the late King, wondering why he never stuck up for himself and just took the abuse with a smile. Distinctly, he remembered asking the older man one day when he had just turned around ten why he allowed his mother to hit him without consequence.

"She means well, I know it’s difficult for her to express her emotions verbally so physically expressing it allows me to understand her better.” The man had explained with a smiling bruised face, groaning when he’d stretched his split lip a little too far to offer a reassuring smile.

You had done something his father failed to do, you had struck Enji in retaliation and didn’t just sit back and take what he’d given you. It filled him with a sense of uncertainty, as well as… exuberance.

…

Back outside, you had slowly regained your strength, sitting back slowly on your legs as you noticed Dabi staring at you with a hairy look in his eyes, making you fully remember what you were doing and who you were currently with. “Ah sh- shoot. I’m sorry you had to see… whatever that was, Dabi– Ah, fuck, where’s Keigo? Keigo!” “‘m right here, Your Majesty!” You felt a slight gust of wind to your right and took note of Keigo who had flown down from a tree nearby once the King had disappeared, making his way over to where the two of you were currently. Sharply inhaling, you were quick to apologize again. “I’m sorry for scaring you both. I didn’t mean to turn into a monster-” “No! You weren’t a monster! You were… were-” Dabi had cut you off in an attempt to make you feel better but couldn’t seem to figure out what word he wanted to use, thankfully, he wasn’t alone. “-cool!!” Keigo yelled, striking a quirky pose after he’d finished Dabi’s sentence for him. “You went like- ‘pow pow’! And then ya turned into fire ‘n were so freakin’ tall!!! I thought ya were gonna set the trees on FIRE!” The tiny blond rambled, attempting to reenact the ‘fighting moves’ you had done, swinging wildly at the air as he continued to babble about how cool you were. You and Dabi watched as he continued his little reenactment, no-doubt dramatizing what had really happened, you couldn’t help but laugh quietly, the mood rising thanks to the little boy’s excitement. Moving to sit beside you on the grass, Dabi gently grabbed your hand and held it, even with your hand easily dwarfing his tiny one, hoping that the gesture would make you feel better as Keigo continued his story. You were glad you weren’t alone at the moment, but you were a bit apprehensive about the fact that the two of them had witnessed such a traumatizing scene. You were unsure of what to say, you could think of a million and one things but none of them seemed right.

A few minutes had passed before Keigo had finished his excited retelling of what had occurred, the little birdie boy seemed to have tuckered himself out from shadowboxing whatever invisible entity he’d created with his mind. Soon after, an idea came to mind as you looked to your side and down at Dabi with a small smile, deciding to use this difficult situation to your advantage.

“How do you feel about us going to visit grandma and grandpa? I’m sure they’d be plenty happy to see you.”

The sudden question caused the boy to instantly spark up with joy, eagerly nodding his head with a bit of a twinkle in his eyes. Even before your marriage to Enji, your parents have treated Dabi like their first grandchild, smothering him with all sorts of affection and material things— something he had yet to receive from his blood grandmother. Though you were saddened briefly by such news, you didn’t exactly like Enji’s mother, she wasn’t someone you’d sit down to have tea with willingly, but you tolerated her for the sake of everything else.

After hearing Dabi’s answer you were quick to nod and stand up, eager to clean up and leave, however, to your surprise, Minji had appeared out of thin air, almost as if she had a sixth sense, picking up the bottom of her dress to hurriedly approach you, you had nearly missed her entrance but thankfully Keigo was quick to call out to her and ran to hug her middle. As soon as she was in front of you, she began to speak, moving her hands around wildly which was something you had learned the woman had a tendency to do when she was feeling overwhelmed with emotion and also had a tendency to ramble.

“Y/N! What in the world?! The other servants told me you were out here and about the King coming to confront you… Are you alright? Shall I fetch some coolant gel or bandages or gauze or perhaps some ice or should I get the castle doc-“

You were quick to grab a hold of her hands, cutting her off as you encased them both between your hands and gave them a gentle squeeze in an attempt to put her mind at rest, and fortunately, it seemed to work when she stopped fumbling over her words and simply looked at you expectantly. Sharply inhaling, your jaw clenched for a split second before relaxing again, a small smile appearing instead. “I’m fine, Minji. I promise. I just plan on spending a few days in Tenebris with Dabi and my parents, perhaps my brother if he’s not busy with his suitors.”

Minji was quick to nod, taking a quick glance around at the surrounding area before taking note of the remnants of your impromptu picnic that had been all but demolished by the two growing boys nearby, as well as yourself. “Kei Kei and I will clean up here. You two can run along, please tell your mother I said ‘hello’.”

“But-“

“Nope. Nada. I am not going to let you clean, baby bird and I can handle it. Can’t we, baby?” She asked, looking down at her son with fondness, he chirped in agreement and she reached down to ruffle his fluffy locks of blond, nodding with determination immediately afterwards. “See? We can handle it. You two run away now or I’ll chase ya off with a broom.” She threatened, although her words had a playful edge to them, you knew she was serious, earning a light chuckle from you as you squeezed her hands one last time and then let go of them, allowing her to immediately roll up her sleeves. Despite having such a rebellious set of traits, you had gone quite close to Minji in the last several months, mostly because her words of your souls being connected had interested you, however, you had come to the conclusion that getting to know her had to be one of the best decisions you’d ever made, now considering her a dear friend. And although you were friendly with all the staff, treating them as actual human beings, she had managed to crawl her way into a special part of your heart and you were forever grateful for her in a variety of ways- from helping with morning sickness, to rubbing your back when you were randomly crying because of hormonal imbalances, and also prepared your nasty little cravings whenever you wanted them, even if you’d tell her you didn’t want her to bother doing such trivial matters.

“Goodness, I’m starting to think you’re even more stubborn than a bull… fine. I don’t want a broom on the back of my kneecaps…” You murmured, feeling a tiny hand slip into yours after you had let go of Minji‘s. Looking briefly to the side you smiled at Dabi. “Ready to go, hun?” He nodded and then exchanged goodbyes with Keigo and Minji, then the two of you were on your way, heading back into the castle and ready to pack for a few days out.

…

Through the grace of some kind of universal power, you had managed to avoid the servants all-together, stealthily packing yourself a bag of necessities with Dabi’s help, and then went onto pack a bag for Dabi, making sure to bring an extra because you just knew your parents had some kind of gifts waiting for him when the two of you would arrive.

And with some luck, as well as a few breaks here and there for you to catch your breath, you’d manage to get yourself a carriage with a driver, thanks to Keiko, aka Minji’s husband and Keigo’s father, who also happened to be the head of the castle’s farm. Before you know it, your bags are packed into the carriage, and you and Dabi are comfortably sitting inside of it, watching as the forest passes you by, the sound of the carriage wheels rolling and the rhythmic click of horse shoes. It’s enough to soothe you to sleep somehow, even the rock of the carriage had abided in lulling you to sleep. Following your lead, Dabi slumps over into a deep sleep as well, carefully leaning against your side with his head against your arm. It was probably for the better that the two of you would remain asleep, seeing how the trip to Tenebris would take quite a bit of time, you’d be lucky if you reached the castle before the sun fully set. Not that you minded, it would distract you from yourself and the road that had led you to this point. Would you tell your parents about what Enji had done? Or would you keep it to yourself, you had yet to decide, your tired brain emptying itself as you further fell into a dreamless sleep.

The amount of time you’d gotten to shut your eyes seemed to be cut short at the sudden gentle call of your title, along with a light rasp on the carriage door that you sat closest to. Stirring in your sleep, your eyes slowly fluttered open, blurriness soon morphing into shapes that you could now comprehend. With a slow blink, you managed to register the sight of the Driver’s face who looks a bit nervous, though he does relax a bit upon seeing your gaze shift to him, immediately, he looks down and away from your eyes, the tips of his ears red as he repeats himself.

“We’ve arrived at your desired destination, Your Majesty.”

Taking heed to his words, you carely sat up straight in your seat and covered your mouth to hide a bit of an abrasive yawn, your eyes watering just the slightest in retaliaton, you then nodded thankfully to the Driver as he disappeared, only to be replaced by the Coach who came to open the door for you, ready to help you down once you were ready to step out. Noticing the sleeping preschooler who was just on the brink of drooling on your dress sleeve, you reached up and lightly ruffled Dabi’s hair, chuckling at how adorable he looked passed out on your shoulder with his mouth ajar. “Time to wake up, kiddo. Your grandparents are gonna be so happy to see you, unless you want me to call someone to come and carry you to be-” “Mm mm… ‘m awake!” He drowsily shouted and sat up as quickly as he possibly could, only to go veering off the side and nearly toppling off of the seat. You were quick to use your awakened power, creating a hand of shadows to cradle his sleeping form that sprouted from your back like a tree branch. This had become a bit of a common thing, Dabi was a bit clumsy, but then again, what four year old wasn’t? You would have been more surprised if he had the balance of a flamingo. With a soft laugh to yourself, the Coach opened the carriage door a bit wider and you slowly stood up, a hand under your belly as you furrowed your brows together, focusing on keeping your own balance as you descended the carriage steps with the help of the Coach, the shadowed hand cradling your son soon following after you. The Coach then shut the door behind you, bowing as you thanked him, making sure to tip him and the Coach handsomely with a few gold pieces, which they joyously accepted with bright smiles.

Soon following, your personal guard, assigned from the Ignitis Kingdom dropped from his white steed that was following behind the carriage and exhaled, handing the lead to a servant from your kingdom that had come running down the front steps of the castle to greet the unexpected guests. Ah, that’s right, you had no time to tell your parents that you would be dropping by, you could only hope they were actually here and not somewhere else, no-doubt doing diplomatic duties.

Takeo, your guard, came to stand silently by your side, the dark haired man had a tall, rugged stature, with unblinking, deep set carmine eyes, a prim and properly trimmed beard and mustache covering half of his face, nursing a scar that went from one side of his face to the other, directly across his nose. To match such a burly man was a pristine outfit made for a modern techoknight of his ranking, the red signifying one's loyalty to the Kingdom of flames.. He rarely spoke, only to answer any questions that he was asked, even then he barely said a few words at a time. You had appreciated his hardwork but it was almost like he was a shadow of sorts, often frightening you when he made himself known to you randomly.

Yet another maid, began to descend down the stairs, heading directly for you, a bright smile across her face.

“Princess! Oh, no, I mean, Queen Y/N, it has been a long time! Your parents will be elated when they see you’ve come by surprise! Please come along! Ah! Shall I fetch Freya to come and carry you?” Blinking, a smile slowly spread across your face as you instantly recognized the older woman who was also the headmaid, she’d been around since before you were born, but still had the energy of an excitable child, along with a mouth to match. Abashsh, directly translating to friendly, talkative, and affable, it was almost as if her name had bestowed upon her unwavering future.

Soon enough, she had stopped in front of you, a bright and cheery smile adorning her face as she makes it a necessity to grab a hold of your cheeks, giving them the softest squish as she coos about how much you’ve grown since she’s seen you, as well as how much you appeared to be glowing thanks to the blossoming bud in your stomach. Her rambling would go on for hours if Takeo hadn’t cleared his throat, causing the older woman to look briefly from your face and then to him, blinking in surprise as he opened his mouth to speak, timber voice matching completely with his mysterious aura.

“Apologies. I don’t mean to interrupt your heartfelt reunion, however, I don’t think the Lady should be standing on her feet for too much longer…” He murmured, glancing between you and Abashsh. The older woman then gasped, realizing what she had been doing. Rather dramatically, she slapped a hand over her mouth and cursed in Arabic, quickly apologzing as well for her rambling. “You’re right! Let’s get you up these stairs and somewhere to sit, my dear! I still can’t believe you were just a baby one day ago and now my tiny royal jasmine is having an even tinier royal jasmine. Oh my goodness, I think I’m finally getting old…” The woman whined, knowing damn well that she didn’t look a day over twenty-five thanks to her awakened power that directly involved mother nature; straight bleach blonde hair fell down her back and over her front, perfectly framing her square shaped face, brown almond eyes, smooth bronze skin and hooked nose. She was quick to grab your hand afterwards and began leading you up the front stairs, Takeo following closely beside you while you continued to carry Dabi up behind you through the use of your own power.

…

Enji sat in deep thought behind his desk, his elbows propped atop his desk as he remained deep in thought, hardened gaze seeming to map out the intricate carvings on the wood door that was currently closed, his chin resting atop his interlocked fingers. There were many things running through his mind, however, his self-reflection is soon interrupted by a knock on the door, causing him to blink and wet his drying eyes. Letting out a gruff affirmative noise, he signaled that whoever was behind the door could enter. And so they did, quite shakingly I might add as they held a tangerine-colored envelope in his hand, which only meant one thing. Just the sight of it had the King of Ignitis flaring his nostrils, already catching a whiff of the disgusting smell of tangerines, his least favorite fruit, belonging to his least favorite Kingdom that his father had created a treaty with and forced Enji to be allied to for reasons that he was ashamed to admit well after his father's passing. With a quick swipe of his tongue over his bottom lip, he spoke.

“Are you just going to stand there staring at me or are you going to bring me that letter?”

Squeaking, he rushed over and presented the letter with a quick bow, holding the letter out with both hands, thumbs atop the envelope, while the rest of his fingers curled into fists, presenting rather submissively. Enji took the letter, and immediately, the servant disappeared, hurriedly shutting the door behind him, though he made sure not to actually slam it.

With clear frustration, a grim expression, Enji turned the envelope to further examine it, taking note of the sender.

The Kingdom of Solis, King Toshinori Yagi.

Enji had to resist the urge to tear the letter up and throw it like confetti, purely out of bitterness. Thankfully, there was a better alternative, causing him to slice open the top of the envelope to retrieve the letter tucked away inside of it. While holding the letter in one hand, and the actual envelope in the other, he set fire to the envelope and watched with satisfaction as it turned into dust, fluttering down onto the top of his desk. He then exhaled, hesitating to glance towards the letter and actually read it. However, his eyes betrayed him as he began to scan over the words, his face going through a variety of emotions. He was coming.

His rival, a man who’s strength he was threatened by despite being four years younger than the man who probably had no idea that Enji constantly challenged him in his mind. Why did his rival need to come to his castle to personally congratulate him on his marriage as well as his upcoming heir? He was never friendly with the man, in fact, the alliance was proposed by Enji’s father whilst he was still alive, was King Toshinori planning on waging war?

Alas, it seemed he would never be able to get a moment of peace when his office door was suddenly opened, revealing his mother and her personal servant, who opened the door, quaking in her boots at the fact that she was forced to intrude upon the King’s privacy because of the old Queen’s inability to understand boundaries.

With a huff, Eiko sauntered over towards where her son was upon spotting him with the opened letter and snatched it from his hands, diligently reading through it without asking him if she could do such a thing. The words caused her to snort, unbelieving of what she was reading.

“Hah! What are the odds? The King of Solis humbly apologizes for not attending your wedding and wants to give you a gift. I wonder what it could be. A blade to the throat? Or perhaps he’ll set my castle ablaze.”

“Mother- don’t you know how to knock? This doesn’t concern you.” He growled at the older woman, standing to snatch the letter back from her to fold it up and tuck it away into one of the drawers in his desk.

“Hah. How do you plan to rub your victories in his face? I would hate to admit it, but perhaps your bride will work nicely if you flash her around him. She is conventionally pretty, after all. And you will have another heir soon, be sure to milk that for everything you've got. How old is he again and still does not have a queen or heir? Something must be wrong with him. Perhaps he is sterile… how unfortunate would that be, if he were to produce a heir, that child would be something to reckon with—”

Enji begrudgingly listened to his mother ramble, a blank expression across his face as he stared through her, an oncoming rush of thoughts swarming through his mind. There was no telling when Toshinori would appear. How would he be able to show off his Queen if she were giving him the cold shoulder?

At first, he did plan to give her her space, but this was an urgent matter. However, he was unsure of what to do to get back on your good side. He couldn't look to his mother for her advice, she never seemed to regret what she did, no matter how many times the late King would seem to slowly break under pressure. Before he could stop himself, a burning question rose and asked itself aloud for his mother's ears.

“Do you ever regret making Dad drive himself to the breaking point of taking his own life to escape you?”

[briology]

you take them to the hair store: shinra, arthur, benimaru, vulcan, ogun genre: comedy, a little bit of fluff pairing: w/ black! fem reader cw: cursing

SHINRA KUSAKABE

he went with you because he likes the way it smells for some reason

will probably try to lick one of the products

his signature smile will probably scare a few people but as he keeps coming, they get used to it

he likes to mess around with the makeup section of the store

will build a bond with the owner and workers of the store to get you a discount (it works)

everytime you would go without him, the workers will ask "where's your lil boo thang?"

the workers will jokingly say "you can't come in without him sis"

ARTHUR BOYLE

you were getting ready to go, you told arthur that you will be back after running to the hair store

he insisted on going with you because he says "your majesty should be accompanied by protection" or something

when you take him, all of the workers were shocked because they didn't expect you to come in with him

since you were close to them, you talked frequently about your relationship with arthur, to which they told you to bring him to the shop sometime

though, they didn't know the time would be now

when you and some customer was going for the last hair gel, HE DREW HIS DAMN SWORD saying "let it go, peseant"

at least you got it

the maniquenns be throwing him off because he's all like "DID THEY GET BEHEADED

overall, 10/10 experience with him at the hair store

BENIMARU SHINMON

at first, he didn't want to go because he's lazy, but since you bribed him with sukiyaki, he took the offer and went with you

boy was that a bad idea

this nigga had everybody staring at both you and him (yall compliment each other so well)

so many people didn't know if they wanted to be you, or be him

will probably complain that you're there for a while

i know this nigga got some nice ass curls before he got that damn silk press

so you got some hair products for him as well because you wanted to see what his hair looked like

he was against it at first, but gave in to your persuasive nature

safe to say, them curls were GLORIOUS

VULCAN JOSEPH

he interested in how you do your hair and wants to learn how to do it and which hair to use

he will accompany you because he just loves being there with you in public

he's fascinated by the way you instantly know which hair to get for each hair style

"get red so we can match" is a common phrase FOR EVERY HAIR STYLE

will tell you to get a certain hairstyle because he knows you will look great in it

tell you to get a product because it smells nice

the man loves animals, so he got beef with gorilla snot

"THEY TAKING SNOT FROM A GORILLA?! HELL NAH"

yea, quite the experience

OGUN MONTGOMERY

he went because it's like a chore going with you

he constantly complains about not having enough products for his hair, especially conditioner

so when he goes with you, he instantly goes into the section with durags and conditioner

he will also get some little gold accessories to put in his hair and will get you some for your hair

he wants to get matching bonnets and durags with you because he thinks that yall will be like them black couples on pinterest

will offer to pay for everything (to which you object to sometimes but he still pays for it)

HE KNOWS HOW TO DO YOUR HAIR

will pick out the color of the braiding hair because he knows which ones will suit you better

mmm, that's a black king right there

©2022 brihisagi. all right reserved

[nicollean]

𝙓𝙊𝙓𝙊

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙧𝙖 𝙠��𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙗𝙚 𝙭 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚

↳ Met when he was saving you from an infernal

↳ before he could ask if you’re okay this boy was at loss of words 😭

↳ your glossy lips , curls/locs shaping your face , your skin was just glowinggg

↳ this boy was heating up rqq , which led to Arthur making fun of him

↳ on days off when they’re not doing any paperwork or dealing with infernals he’d come meet you in that same spot where he saved you

↳ y’all would talk for hourss about the most random things

↳ if he’s real comfortable with you , he’d probably bring up Sho and his mother

↳ sometimes y’all would have a lil picnic and you’d bring him some food to eat 😭

↳ he’d beg you to make more btw

↳ 9/10 he’d ask about your culture or how it was like growing up , especially in tokyo

↳ sometimes hinawa would scold him for returning so late

↳ when him and arthur are in their rooms about to sleep he’d beg shinra to tell him what happened on y’all picnic/date

↳ The whole Company 8 would tease him about y’all lil relationship

↳ Arthur would tease him smm but deep down he’s a lil jealous

[kaciidubs]

Hair Journey

❣ Summary: If he had to choose one thing he adored the most about you, it was your hair. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 2.6k ❣ Warnings: Black! Reader, fluff, slice of life, comfort, Chris has insecurity over his hair, hair talk, low self esteem, slight humor, discussion of future family ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Chris is referred to as Christopher, Chris, Baby, and Channie, Reader is referred to as Baby ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

Christopher loved you more than words could ever describe - there weren’t enough languages in this universe that could even begin to express the hold you had on his heart; from the top of your head to the very soles of your feet, he adored you.

Of course, if asked about any particularly favorite parts about you, he would always start with your smile, something that was just so undeniably you it made his heart soar - or, for a non-physical attribute, he would choose your voice, reminiscing on the way your warm tone would guide him out of his loud thoughts, and how your soft whispers would lure him to sleep better than any ASMR could try.

However, the part of you he adored the most was your hair, something he never thought he’d ever find himself caring about on a person until he met you.

He could still remember the first day you met, how he found himself getting lost in the beautiful, ringlet curls that framed your face and seemed to defy gravity everywhere else. A few weeks down the line he’d encounter you again, but this time the curls he’d dreamt of were nowhere to be seen, instead, in their place were beautiful braids done up into a ponytail - but, what truly caught his eye, and ears, were the captivating sounds of the beads decorating the ends.

Mentally, he swore he would use the sound they made when they clacked together whenever your head would move with each laugh he charmed out of you in a song one day.

Eventually, he would get used to seeing you with a different style every other time you’d meet, and when you eventually got together and subsequently moved in with him, he found himself absolutely excited over learning your routines, and how they differed to his.

He’d learned that ‘wash day’ didn’t only reference laundry, and realized why whenever that time came around, you claimed you’d be busy the whole afternoon; it was truly a day, and the act of simply watching you go about your routine - with your permission, of course - had him feeling like he had gone through the carefully carried out tasks of detangling, washing, and detangling once more. 

Not to mention the time variation of either styling your hair from that point, or the arm numbing job of blow drying your hair in preparation for the appointment he’d always convince you to let him pay for - there was no way he could let himself not cater for you, especially after seeing the dedication it took to even prepare for it.

Hair appointments - those were probably the days he looked forward to the most, seeing the grand reveal of what style you chose to pamper yourself with for the next month or so. It didn’t matter to him if it was the simplest blowout, or the wonderfully blended tones of extensions set into twists or braids or locs or even a weave - which he was both amazed and terrified of when you’d first told him of the installation process, but you kissed his worries away as you reassured him that it was something you were completely fine with.

It had taken an embarrassingly long amount of time to find a hairdresser who was able to provide for your hair needs, but it was all worth it in his eyes whenever he’d get a notification on his phone while he was at work; a simple selfie with your new do and the following text ‘you like it?’. 

Thus, followed a blush that crept onto his ears, and the flying of thumbs across his screen as he gushed about how beautiful you looked while trying not to giggle like a giddy schoolboy - something his ever loving members never failed to point out.

In the end, no matter how many styles you’d have done, his favorite sight would always be when your hair was in its natural state; fluffy curls trained after a simple twist out that always left the apartment smelling like your products, pomegranate and honey following after you like the fresh waft of a freshly baked pie.

He loved your curls, and he’d never forget to remind you whenever he had the chance, they were the purest form of you, and nothing would ever surpass that in his heart.

But, his love for your hair seemed to be a double edged sword with the hatred of his own.

Well, hate was a strong word, but he wasn’t in love with his hair like he was with yours - your hair was beautiful, lively, cared for in a capacity he wished he had done for himself, but sadly he could only do so much when it came to his own head.

He leaned against the bathroom doorway as he watched you carefully take down this week's twist out, oiled fingers gently tugging and untwisting the sections as you went, eyes trained on your own reflection in the mirror.

“Channie, if you keep staring at me like that, you’re gonna burn a hole in the side of my face, baby.” You teased, turning your head to catch his eye with a glittering smile.

Shrugging, he didn’t even try fighting the smile that graced his lips as he stepped further into the shared bathroom, “I can’t help it, I was lucky enough to have a girlfriend as beautiful as you, it feels like a crime to not stare.”

Your shoulders shook in a light laugh as you shook your head, fluffing out the root of the twist to make sure it was fully undone, “You’re too much for me, you flirt.”

As you went back to tending to your hair, he took his new place by the counter to continue watching from an up close perspective.

Eventually all of your twists were out, and you started the next step of separating and fluffing to give your hair more volume, lips pursed as you thought of the final layout.

“I love your hair.” Chris breathed softly, utterly awestruck with the way some strands bounced back into place as you tugged and pulled.

A small smile curved your lips, “I love your hair too, baby.”

His heart clenched as the voice in his head suddenly came to life, refuting your statement like it was a debate based on false pretenses.

“You do? I thought you liked the orange?” He brushed a strand of black away from his forehead, recalling the night he decided to dye it black since his roots had been showing more than the orange could pass up.

“I mean, I did, but you know me,” shrugging lightly, you gave him a warm side eye, “your hair looks good in any color in my eyes, and as long as you like whatever style you’re going for, and it’s healthy, that’s all that matters.”

“So, if I said I wanted to cut-”

“Aht- Don’t even say those words, be quiet.”

He laughed at your diversion, fully aware of how you liked it when he had at least enough to run your fingers through, “I’m kidding, baby, I’m safe from the scissors… for now.” Running a hand through his hair, he sighed softly as he leaned further against the countertop.

If only it wasn’t curly…

“What?”

Chris froze, eyes widening while a rush of embarrassment washed over him - did he seriously say that out loud?

Clearing his throat, he shook his head, “I- Nothing, it wasn’t anything important.”

Of course, he couldn’t expect you to not notice the subtle change, not when his eyes fell from your face to focus on the small rips in his jeans, fingers looping through the threads nonchalantly.

“Chris?”

Guilt sunk his shoulders as he slowly looked up at you once more, his heart clenching at the worried dip of your eyebrows and the soft pout of your lips.

“Baby, do you really not like your curls?”

You’d been through the surface of this topic every now and then, from the introduction of his personalized hair care to the worried, late night discussions of the state of his hair and the reaction of stays whenever the stylists would introduce a new hair color for a comeback, or his own experimentation - but, you never thought his woes ran this deep.

“I… I mean…” He scrambled for an excuse, something to rationalize his completely irrational thoughts, but his mind ran dry and he sighed, “A little bit? It’s just- I showed you what my hair used to look like before, back when it was healthier, and my curls were easier to deal with because they were fine! I was used to dealing with them as often, but now it’s like… I don’t even know how to style my normal hair anymore and it’s aggravating because if I keep treating it, it’s just going to make things worse, you know?”

Now it was your turn to sigh, turning on the faucet to wash off the product from your hands before drying them with a paper towel, “Have I ever told you how I got my hair to the point that it’s at?”

Pausing, he wracked his brain for any hint of a memory, but when he came up empty he shook his head.

“Alright, well, I didn’t always have my natural hair,” you leaned your hip on the countertop, “at some point when I was young, my mom started to perm my hair - a perm that makes your hair straighter, easier to manage, especially for a little girl back in the day, perms were everywhere.”

Chris scanned your features, trying his best to imagine a version of you without the curly mane he’d loved so much; even when you straightened your hair or got a weave, he knew your curls would always come back eventually.

“Back then, I didn’t really think too much about my hair because I was still young, you know? As long as I had pretty barrettes, or, eventually, long straight hair like the girls I saw on TV, I was perfectly fine - then I got into high school and things changed.” A soft smile curled your lips, “One of my friends told me how she was going ‘natural’, and when I learned that she wasn’t perming her hair anymore and was letting her natural hair grow out, I wanted to do the same thing! I was tired of sitting in the kitchen chair with those gross smelling chemicals in my hair, and her hair was shorter, but prettier - she looked more like herself and I wanted that too.”

Despite how long ago the memory was, it still felt fresh whenever you thought of it, recalling the way the signs of your perm wearing off started to show, and how your hair slowly started to change with each passing week thereafter.

“Long story short, I went through a lot of stages with my hair, from straight, to this awkward phase of straight hair and fuzzy roots because I refused to cut my hair, to the first time I thought I found my true curl pattern, to the time I actually found my pattern and started feeling like I was me - no longer trying to fit an image required of me.” You tilted your head slightly, “I know you don’t have complete control over how you’re supposed to be publicly viewed with your hair, and I know how it feels going from something you were used to, to a completely different situation, but you shouldn’t start to hate your natural hair over it - you shouldn’t start to hate yourself over it.”

Chris bristled, taking a sharp breath as he looked down at his hands, his thumb rubbing at the pads of his other fingers anxiously.

Pushing away from the counter, you stepped in front of him, taking his hands in your own, “I understand it’s stressful trying to balance what you want and what’s required of you, but I want you to know that I love your hair; damaged curls or healthy, weird fuzzy phase or the prettiest pattern known to man, you’re doing what you can and I love you for it - just as much as you love me for mine.” Squeezing his hands, a soft giggle shook your shoulders, “And I’m sure there’s a lot of stays out there who agree that curly haired, natural Channie is the best.”

He managed to let out a watery chuckle, sniffling as he turned his head up to finally look at you, brown eyes swimming in unshed tears. “Even if they aren’t as fluffy as they used to be?”

“Especially if they aren’t as fluffy as they used to be, baby.” Bringing a hand to his cheek, you wiped away a stray tear, “You told me first hand, your hair was getting healthier, now it’s just a matter of time for your curls to follow suit, yeah? Plus, you’ve got me, I don’t mind helping you figure out how to style your hair, even if it’s just between me and you - anything to help you love your curls again.”

Nodding, he took a slow breath to calm his nerves, the guilt melting away to hopefulness the longer you caressed his cheek, “Does… Does that mean I’ll get to use your hair products too?”

You laughed heartily, shrugging, “I guess I can use some things on you, but there’s no way all of my products will work on your hair, Channie - we can go shopping and figure it out, but be prepared, it’s a long process.” Bringing your hand up to his lightly tousled hair, you tucked a few strands into place, “I actually can’t wait to use my peppermint oil on you, I think that’ll be the first step we take.”

“The one you use after your leave in conditioner?” He beamed, easily recalling the calming scent of the oil that - embarrassingly - put him to sleep faster than the occasional sleep routine you introduced him to. “I love that one, it makes your hair smell so good!”

“Yeah? Well your hair can smell like mine now!” Grinning up at him, a spark of mischief flashed in your eyes, “And, you know, when we figure out your curl pattern…”

Chris nodded, urging you to continue as he settled his hands onto your hips, “Mhm?”

“We’d have a good idea for whose hair our future kids would have.”

You pressed your lips together in an effort to contain the laughter shaking your shoulders, but when his eyes widened as he registered your words, you fell into a fit of giggles.

“You can’t just say things like that out of nowhere!” He whined, tugging you closer to lean his head forehead on your shoulder, extremely aware of the heat rising on his face and undoubtedly turning his ears red.

“But I’m not wrong! There’s no way we’re not gonna have curly-headed babies, Chris, we might as well try to figure out what they’d look like!”

��You’re going to be the death of me, baby.” Lifting himself from your shoulder, he silenced your laughs with a kiss, smiling against your lips as you kissed back without hesitation. He pulled away not long after, gazing at you with eyes filled with adoration, his heart swelling as you smiled up at him with the same look. “I love you.”

You hummed happily, “I love you too, now, can you help me make sure I got all the curls separated in the back?”

With a nod, he let you slip out of his hold to face the mirror once more, sliding behind you to carefully readjust any out of place curl while you fluffed out the front and sides - glancing up every now and then to see the adorably focused furrow of your brow.

Maybe one day he could picture himself standing next to you, styling his own, less curly hair, but he knew for certain he could picture a smaller combination of you both sitting on the counter with your eyes and his personality.

Hopefully, they'd have your hair, too.

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[aglassoforangejuiceee]

Old Skool #2

Summary: steve introduces bucky to a girl he’s sure they’ll both like

Warnings: dark themes, non-con/dub-con elements, mentions of drug use, reader deals/struggles with mental health, dealings with trauma, single parenthood, single mother reader (has a genius 4 year old), slow burn (kinda), blackmail, stockholm syndrome, angst, more tags to be added…

(2) Tell Me Something I Don’t Know

“Bucky?” the concern could be heard for miles, the sharp clap of a car door meeting its seal. You look to your left, surprised to see Steve looking around the damaged vehicle.

“In here,” you shudder at the feel of eyes on you. You force yourself to brush it off as you walk away from the sergeant. “Uh, hi Steve.” you naw on your bottom lip, anxiously teetering on your toes as you meet him just past the garage opening.

His blue eyes soften as he looks at you, pale cheeks reddening in embarrassment. The earlier anger you saw when he walked up shocked you, reminding you of the last class. His going to say something, but the other man speaks. “Thanks for answering my text, glad to know you’d still pick me up.”

The ire in James tone has you turning. You look between the two super soldiers. The tension palpable between the two. “We’re not doing this here,” The whisper spoken so personally, it felt like you were intruding.

“Mommy?” You face is pinched as you turn to your daughter. She’s eyeing you skeptically, and you honestly return a look of confusion. You’re by her side within a moment, shaken that there were witnesses to your swiftness.

“Hey baby, I need you to go to your room, go get your blueberry. wait for me.” The secret was conveyed perfectly. You watch her, you pay close attention to her eyes.

You kiss her on the top of her head. The tiny hairs on your back raise sharply. It’s too quiet as you watch her disappear down the hall, but you know they’re there, watching.

When you turn to face them your muscles are taught. You vision sharpens as you pay close attention to them both. “I’m not going to pretend like this was some accident,” You roll your shoulders, “So what do you want?”

“Y/n,” Steve starts, eyes startled, alarmed in a way that makes you watch him closer. His hands are held up placatingly, your eyes dart to James. He’s taught himself. “Please calm down, we just want to talk-“

“Get to the point Steve,” your tone is harsher than you wanted it to be, evident at his stricken expression. The silence is tense, you’re hearing sharp, listening out for your kid.

“It’s really not what you think doll,” The stoic soldier speaks up, his voice raspy from its momentary absence. You narrow your leer at him taking in his entirety. He looms in front of your tool shelf. The blue of his eyes are conflicting, dark and yet dangerously inviting. There was a hunger in his stance, like a predator stalking its prey… further unnerving you.

“Bucky, stand down.” Steve pleads softly. “I don’t want you to scare her, she’s-“ He cuts himself off. A grimace on his face as he looks back at you, ashamed, bashful. “Just stand down-“

“You gonna stop me Stevie?” Bucky’s tone was further unsettling now. Joyful and murderous. A creak in the floorboards throws you into over drive.

You’re behind the door connecting your house and garage in a moment, locking the door and shifting alarmingly fast to your daughter. As the door kicks in your already in your room, slinging your duffle along your body as you cling tightly to Nineve.

“Mom-“ she whimpers but you shake your head hard, silencing her fears. She’s burying her face in your shoulder as you silently slip through the window, closing it behind you with delicate diligence.

Your senses feel like live wire, your body electrified as you speed around the back of the house as you hear the two super soldiers argue and cause a rampage through your small quaint home.

“Buck stop!” Steve sharply reprimands. “She’s not supposed to be like the others, she’s different.”

A dark chuckle shakes the frames of the house as you sneaky into your car. “Then why’d you wait so long to introduce us, mhm punk?” There’s a pregnant pause. “You know I don’t like you holding out on me. Otherwise, I’ll start looking for myself,”

“They’ll kill you if you did. If they found out-“

“You’re gonna tell them?” Another pregnant pause, “Because if you do, you have to tell them what you did too.” Two heavy steps forward.

You clutch Nineve and quickly cover her mouth before she begins to cry. Just a moment baby, Please, you beg with your eyes as you listen to the bickering men.

“You know I wouldn’t do that, but Buck,” There’s further commotion, more rampage. “Buck-“

“Where the fuck is she?” James angrily snarls, “Come out doll.” He taunts.

“Bucky,” Steve hisses sharply. A few powerful thuds and bangs makes Nineve shake violently. Your hand is drenched in tears. Your heart begins to race but you stifle your breathing, calming your self. You’re sympathetic to her senses, but you can’t chance them catching you too soon.

The air becomes densely silent. You turn the key and shift gears, pulling out the garage in seconds. As you’re in the street, shifting gears and pulling off you see the both of them charge after you. Scrambling over themselves to get in their car.

But the head start was all you need. You’re whipping through traffic unnaturally fast as you make your way to the interstate.

Nineve clambers out of your hold, crying and screaming. “What was that?! Momma what was that! Why were they here?”

“Nonny please, stop screaming-“

“Mommy!” She squeals.

“Nineve stop yelling at me.” You reprimand sharply. Her cries quiet immediately. She hiccups and wraps her arms around herself. “I’m sorry.” you immediately apologize.

She’s quieter than normal. “I know that was scary. And I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry you had to hear that.” You let out a shaky breath. “And… and I’m sorry for snapping at you. I shouldn’t have, but I needed you to stop screaming.”

Nineve hiccups, but scoots into your side, clicking the seatbelt over her small lap. She snuggles closer as she wipes her tears. “I’m scared too. And the last thing I need are the bad men coming after us and the superhero’s getting involved.”

“B-but mommy,” She asks, voice shaky with tears. “I was scared of the superhero’s.” her small hands squeeze your side as she tries to hide beside you.

You rest a trembling hand on top of her head, doing your best to sooth her as you turn sharply off the interstate into the forest line. Honking horns and screeching tires the least of your worries. “I know baby, me too.”

—

When Nineve wakes up, you stop for gas in some fairway station, in the middle of somewhere Minnesota. She rubs her puffy eyes, taking in her surroundings. The area ear achingly silent as you turn off the vehicle. “Where are we mommy?”

“Minnesota, somewhere.” You tell her unsure. You reach to the glove box and grab the envelope. You thumb out enough money to fill the tank. You get out with the key, locking the door as you walk around your car to the pump.

You tense as you pump the gas, looking over your shoulder repeatedly, alert and ready to make a mad dash.

How has life managed to catch up with you so suddenly? You know you can’t keep running forever, but super soldiers? How did they even find out?

Your heart drops to your stomach. It was right in front of you. Steve was in your class, and despite your disregard of titles and accolades, you should’ve been more aware of the circumstances. But still, you felt blindsided. Why? Why target you? And why come after you now? And why was he so unsuspecting at first?

Your thoughts are interrupted but the shift in the silence. It’s impossible for them to have found you, or even caught up to you. Quickly you shake the nozzle and put it away. You close the gas tank opening and hurry to climb into your car. Nineve is dozing again, she’s tightly clutching her stuffed charmander. No doubt her mind is replaying the recent events. Softly your reach out to her as you pull off sharply. “Nonny,” you murmur, you shake her lightly to wake her.

“Yes mommy?” she whispers and rubs her eyes. “Your dreams, they’re scary aren’t they?” you ask carefully.

“Yes.” She says with a weep. You slow the car down to a crawl before turning off into the woods again. You stop when you’re far away enough from the road. You turn to Nineve in the dark of the early morning.

“Listen closely Nineve.” You tell her softly, “I won’t ever let the bad men get to you ever again.” She weeps more and you pull her close, holding her in your arms and cradling her. “I promise, I’ll keep you safe. We’ll never go back to the bad place ever again. Never, ever again.”

“But mommy-“

“No one is ever taking us again. I’ll keep you safe.”

—

“We should be close.”

“She could be anywhere,” The voices alert you, they’re dangerously close. You look down at Nineve, carefully laying her on the floor of the car. You cover her with the blanket you keep in the back, hiding her and keeping her warm from the chill outside.

You make a rash decision. Locking the car manually so not to alert them of your location. You listen to their feet crunching on the twigs and fallen leaves. Easily sneaking up behind them, watching them and listening from afar.

“You shouldn’t have gone to her house.” Steve grumbles. James scoffs. “I wanted to see her for myself. You got to see her, it was my turn.”

“You were going to grab her. The fuck is wrong with you Buck?”

James stood and turns to look at Steve. He gets in his face, “You know as good as me what it’s like now. How far removed we are from the world around us. And how the horrors we face have gotten to us,” James is sneering now, “Don’t you go cursing at me, you think you’re better than me? Huh? You think because they all trusted you and your heroism that that makes you better than me Steve?”

“I didn’t mean it like that Bucky.” Steve acquiesces. James takes a pause, “I’m the only one who actually knows you Steve Rogers.”

You shudder at the intensity in which they stand. James words eerie as he speaks them with a chill. “Don’t you ever forget that.”

You step back, unaware of your steps. The crunch of leaves and twigs makes them sharply turn. James cheshire grin makes your cheeks got hot, Steve’s blue eyes fill with relief.

James is the first to move, but Steve is close on your heels. “Don’t come any closer.” you step back two feet for the several steps they took.

“I’m sorry we scared you doll, that was my mistake-“

“Save it.” You defensively snap. “Who sent you?” You ask them sharply, gaze shifting between them rapidly. They pause. Confusion as clear as day on their faces.

You’re stunned. Their reactions weren’t at all what you were expecting. “We came here on our own,” Steve speaks up. “I’m sorry, I should’ve went about this a completely different way.” Steve begins to plead, James rolls his eyes.

“Just spit it out Steve.” James agonizingly encourages. “Spare her the bullshit, clearly she can handle it. Right sweet face?”

You give him a pinched look, but nod anyway. His grins darkens. Steve stalls, eyes remorseful. “I- I don’t even know where to be-“

“We’ve been watching you doll.” James says proudly. “Stalking you is the right word. Stevie here has a stuffy for you,” He dramatically stops and leers suggestively, eyeing you up and down, up and down, patiently slow. “And I have to say, I have one for you too. You look great after the kid.” He winks.

You feel raw, unprepared for this kind of confession, you’re completely at a loss of words. Suddenly exposed in a completely light. This couldn’t really be happening.

“No fucking way.” You utter and drop your defensive stance. “You show up to my home, unannounced, ready to what?-“ You look at them incredulously, “Kidnap me?! Terrify the fuck out of my child, because you want to get your dicks wet?”

James chuckles, Steve at least has the decency to look ashamed. James clears his throat, “You’re a smart girl. You’re right Steve,” he hums, “I like her.”

“You’re not serious.” Your blood boils beneath your skin. You feel the heat rise off you rapidly. “No no, you can’t be serious” You repeat sinisterly.

“Y/n,” Steve says your name softly. You level him with a dark glare, your vision tunnels, a red ring firing behind your irises. “Y/n,” He says your name softly again, “Where’s your daughter?”

The questions puts out your flame of fury immediately. Again displaying your hidden strengths your to her within the blink of an eye. She’s waiting patiently as you walk up to the door. You unlock the door and smile at her. She smiles back. “I knew you would come back.”

“Of course I would.” You reassure her. You run your finger over her cheek, catching a stray tear. “Mommy, you were really angry just now?” She asks slowly.

You look over your shoulder, “Yes, I was.” You look back to her, “I need you to get back down okay, stay there until I come back to get you.”

“Are we safe mommy?” She asks worriedly. You nod quickly. “We are, we’re just being followed by idiots” You admonish the two genetically manipulated men. “I’ll be back.”

And surely within the moment, you stop them mid trek in your direction. “Shit doll, don’t scare us like that.” James laughs lightheartedly.

“Is she okay?” Steve asks gently, blue eyes searching your dark ones. He’s intent in trying to gauge your reaction. “She’s fine, she’s safe.” You assure him.

“I’m sorry for scaring you both.” He apologizes. “I- I’m just sorry.”

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” You tell him softly. You look between him and James. The later standing against the trunk of a tree, amusement in his eyes.

“Who are you running from if you don’t mind me asking sweet face.” James asks with a dark grin. He stands straight and walks carefully to you. You allow him to get close, and he towers over you. “Why? Don’t you know?”

“Humor me.” He challenges playfully, the mirth in his eyes contrasting the danger rolling off his shoulders. “Buck.”

“Cmon Stevie, she’s a big strong girl.” James is captivating as he speaks, but you don’t miss the way Steve comes around you, the both of them sandwiching you. You shudder, becoming overwhelmed with them so close. “Right doll?” James eyes become so soft, melting you on the spot.

You nod slowly, finally finding your words when he repeats his question. Completely hypnotized by his gaze, you don’t shy away when Steve presses himself to your back, hands firm on your arms. “Tell us babydoll.” Steve murmurs against you, lips at the top of your head.

“Ethos.”

[iknowyuu]

don’t be angry!

// beomgyu tries to win back your affection !

choi beomgyu x gender neutral!black! reader

note: though this is a black!reader fic, it’s only mentioned once and the story does not revolve around the race of the reader- that’s to say anyone can read it!

tags: established relationship, black!reader, reader box braids, lots of affection, non-specific conflict, kissing (like a lot of it LOL)

♡

you try your best to keep a frown on your face as your boyfriend wraps his arm around your waist, keeping his eyes on you as you keep your eyes glued on the television, the long forgotten movie still playing, none of you bothering to pause it even though you weren’t paying attention.

“[naaammmeee],” he whined, “don’t be angry anymore, okay?” you just roll your eyes and shake your head, crossing your arms.

“please?” he moved closer to you, his hand reaching behind your back to your farthest cheek, softly guiding your face towards him. he moves in to place soft kisses on the side of your face repeatedly, moving from your jawline to the corner of your lips. “please, hm?” he mumbled against your cheek, looking at your eyes. he waits for your reaction, fully expecting you to give in as he twirls one of your braids around his finger. he knows what he’s doing to you.

you try your hardest to maintain your resolve, turning away from him to hide your smile. he smiles and takes this as a sign to keep going; moving in to rub the tip of his nose slightly on your neck, then softly kissing it. your smile only widens as you turn your head and make eye contact with him, his smile widening too. “yeah, okay.” you uncrossed your arms and leaned it, and he chuckled as you kissed his lips, his hands going up to hold your cheeks. “you’re so cute,” he mumbles against your lips when you part for air, not wasting time to bring you back in for another one.

you don’t notice as one of his hands leaves your face and goes to roam your body, landing on your side, softly pinching it. “ah! beomgyu!”

[s-sugustar]

𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 — 𝖲．𝖦𝗈𝗃𝗈𝗎 ＆ 𝖲．𝖦𝖾𝗍𝗈𝗎

🎧﹒𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬﹒✢﹐— high out of your minds, both you and Suguru make cookies for Santa, unaware of who’s watching.

🎧﹒𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬﹒✢﹐— Gojou Satoru x black! fem! reader x Getou Suguru

🎧﹒𝐜𝐰﹒✢﹐— non curse au, weed usage, for shits and giggles

🎧﹒𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞﹒✢﹐— drabble

🎧﹒𝐰𝐜﹒✢﹐— 1k

“Shhh! You’re gonna wake Toruuu!” you tried whispering to Suguru. The two of you had spent the latter of the day smoking blunts that Shoko had pre rolled for you whilst Satoru had been on a mission. By the time Satoru had reached home, the two of you were higher than a kite which caused the white haired man to sigh in exhaustion before dragging both of you back to bed.

Whilst in bed, you had been on one side of Satoru while Suguru was on the next. You looked over to check the time and in bright red colors ‘9.34 p.m.’ causing you to huff in annoyance. An idea suddenly popped up in your head, causing to giggle. “Hey Suguru, you awake?” you whispered, trying not to wake Satoru from his sleep. He had a long day and you wanted him to enjoy his rest.

“Yea, I’m up. Why?” he whispered back, turning slightly so that he could peak over to look at you. You heard the movement and turned your head to face him, excitement gleaming in your eyes. “Wanna bake cookies for Santa?” And with the same excitement that could be seen in your eyes now filtered over to Suguru who nodded excitedly.

The easiest part had been over, now they had to get from under Satoru’s arms or well you had to since Suguru had made it seem so easy when he slipped out from under the white haired man. “Hey, raven boy. Come help me.” you whined, struggling to push off Satoru’s hand from around you. Suguru tip-toed over to your side before cautiously lifting Satoru’s arm from around you. Before the two of you knew it, the two of you were already in the kitchen, setting out all the ingredients that you two needed.

“You turned the oven on yet, Sugu?” you asked, kneading the dough with your hands before separating it into smaller pieces to cut out the shapes from the shape cutter. Suguru had been nowhere to be found in the kitchen but rather in the living room sprawled out in the couch, cheeks squished against the arm rest of the couch. You looked back over to where the oven had been and saw that he had it turned on. After you finished separating the dough into much smaller pieces, you walked over to where Suguru had been lying down.

“C’mon Sugu, help me cut out the shapes for the cookies.” you whined, poking his arm in hopes of walking him up again. You stopped poking when you saw that it was no use, a pout adorning your face when he didn’t wake up to your calling. Reluctantly, you were about to head back over to the kitchen before a hand reached out for you and pull you back, causing you to squeal in shock.

A giggle you knew so well sounded from behind you causing you to look back at your attacker with squinted eyes and with your lips in the form of a pout. "Sugu, the cookies." you wailed, trying to stop the onslaught of sloppy kisses that were coming your way. One thing about the two of you when you were both high is that you were whiny and Suguru was more a trickster, always finding ways to make fun of you, just so he could hear you whine and complain. After a few minutes of being stuck in his hold, Suguru decided that it was time to cut the cookies.

With you over his shoulder, the raven-haired man made his way over to the kitchen, pulling you onto the counter to help him with the cookies. With Christmas tunes on low, both you and Suguru cut the shapes out from the dough, pulling off the excess before rolling into a ball before flattening it again. 'Hey, what if Toru is Santa' s secret love baby. Y'know, with the white hair and everything?" you questioned without much thought, not realizing how Suguru had stopped cutting the shapes altogether. When you finally realized, you looked up at him in curiosity, seeing the why his eyes dwindled in concentration and thought.

"What if he is?" Suguru asked, eyes widened in excitement and in shock, hands full of flour finding your face, squishing your cheeks together; charcoal eyes that seemed like an endless void of abandonment and despair, piercing yours, yet the excitement made such a difference in his eyes that the normally charcoal-colored eyes seemed to brighten at the sudden thought that his boyfriend being Saint Nicholas or widely known as Santa Claus.

A pregnant pause fell over both of you before breaking down in fits of giggles, thinking that there is no way that Satoru could be Santa Claus. "What are you two doing up at this hour?" the laughter immediately died down when you heard a voice neither of you wanted to hear at this time. Freezing like a deer in headlights, both you and Suguru stopped laughing to look at your now fully awake boyfriend.

None spoke as you all started at the other, hoping that one would say something. "Are you Santa's secret love baby or are you Santa?" you asked, pointing an accused acrylic nail at the man in question. Satoru tilted his head in confusion unsure of what conversation either of you may have had before he arrived. Yet with a silly smile adorning his face, he decided to indulge in whatever theory the two of you came up with.

"So what if I am Santa Claus?" he questioned, making both of you gasp in shock. "But, if you want gifts for Christmas, you have to go to sleep, otherwise you'll end up on the naughty list with no presents under the tree." he smirked, knowing right where to poke the two of you. Series of "no's" and "but I've been good" rang out in the kitchen, before you and Suguru dashed out of the kitchen towards the bedroom. Satoru chuckled at both of your antics before turning the oven off, knowing that the cookies will be finished in the morning.