#food for thought in this au.... tsk tsk.......

[bruhstation]

younger henry cringe compilation

[papajohnnyspizza]

Stress Relief with Jeonghan

Summary: You're having a terrible day and Jeonghan decides to make you feel better.

category: fluff, smut

au: Established relationship, Jeonghan x f!reader

wc: 1.9k

a/n: was supposed to be 500w but I got carried away lol.

Warnings: smut, (breastplay, p-in-v, spanking, fingering), reader has female anatomy and uses she/her

The first thing Jeonghan hears when you burst through the door of your shared apartment is a pained yelp. It only takes a second for him to respond, leaving the romantic dinner he was cooking simmering away on the stove as he rushed to your crouching figure in the hall. 

“Y/n?” He placed a hand on your shoulder and started rubbing soothing circles. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” You stood up with a groan, he could see there was a prominent coffee stain on the front of the new blouse you had just bought. “My stupid heel got caught in the doorframe and I twisted my ankle.” You reached for your injured foot and started not-so-gracefully pulling your heels off. “Because of these stupid shoes,” you flung the heels rather forcefully on the floor. “that I wasted my money on!”

Jeonghan could see what was happening from a mile away, your boss had been putting your entire team under major pressure to finish your latest project in record time and it was driving everyone insane. He thought he would make a nice romantic dinner tonight to help ease your mind, but it looked like you might need something more serious.

“I made your favourite.” He said, watching you move into the kitchen and pause. Breathing in the delicious smell of his cooking.

“Oh,” Your moan from the smell was borderline pornographic, and Jeonghan took the opportunity to wrap his hands around your waist from behind and place a few kisses to your hair and neck. “Jeonghan what did I ever do to deserve you?”

He just shrugs and moves to turn the stove off, you take a seat at the table. The food is perfect, if Jeonghan does say so himself, he got the recipe exactly how you like it. You go over the horrible events of your day, not sleeping enough the night before, traffic making you late, your coworker spilling their entire cappuccino on your outfit, realising you had a typo in an email you sent to the entire company, and finally your boss pulling your team aside just before work finished to let you know he needed to bring your deadline forward to next week.

“I don’t know how he expects us to sleep until then,” You said, rinsing your plate in the sink. “I can’t get my mind off of work, it's driving me crazy.”

“I could run you a bath?” He suggests.

“I don’t want to clean the tub, and besides it’s getting late.” You let out a dejected sigh, leaning back against the counter, and despite your mental anguish Jeonghan can’t help but think how sexy you look in your little work skirt and blouse- even if it’s stained.

“What are you staring at?” Your voice knocks him out of his trance, and he suddenly gets an idea to try and cheer you up.

“You need a way to relax?” He slowly starts moving towards you, eyeing you like a predator does its prey.

“That would be nice.” You fold your arms in front of your chest, accentuating your chest and Jeonghan’s mouth begins to water.

“Well I happen to know an excellent form of stress relief,” Jeonghan’s arms cage you in against the counter, leaning over you until you could feel his breath hot against your cheeks. His hands move to your hips, squeezing lightly. “Would you like to try?”

Your mouth feels suddenly dry, and it takes a moment to finally nod your head as his hands untuck your blouse from your skirt.

“Tsk, Tsk. I need words baby,” Jeonghan’s nimble fingers start unbuttoning the bottom of your shirt, while his dark, bottomless, brown eyes stare into your own, as if he’s trying to memorise your face at this exact moment.

“Please, Jeonghan,” You whine, his hands brushing lightly over your breasts. “Please fuck me.”

Jeonghan pulls away slightly, and you’re almost about to scream when you think he did all this just to rile you up after the day you’ve had. But instead he reaches for one of your hands, raises it to his face and gently places a kiss against your knuckle. “Of course, all you had to do was ask.”

That’s when Jeonghan smashes his face against yours, his hips painfully pushing yours against the edge of the counter. You groan as soon as you feel his warm lips on your own, finally able to let out some of the pent up energy that’s been building up inside you all day. You shrug the blouse off your shoulders and Jeonghan throws it somewhere on the floor. His lips begin trailing down your neck now and you let out a gasp, your hands snake into his long hair and you pull lightly, receiving a deep groan in return.

His hands begin skimming over your bra, mouth sucking at a vein on your neck and leaving your mind completely blank. All you can think about is how good his fingers feel caressing your breasts, roughly pulling down your bra so he could attach his mouth to one of your nipples. Your back arches, pushing further into his face and one of his hands begins circling around your other nipple. Afraid you’ll hurt him, you remove your hands from his hair and grip onto the counter instead. Nails digging into the surface as he moves his mouth from one nipple to another, suckling and kissing and even biting, you notice his hips beginning to grind into you. Your hands reach for his waistband without thought, but your wrists are immediately captured by his hands and held tightly in his grip.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asks. His pupils are blown wide, lips red and swollen, hair mussed up from your ministrations. He looks gorgeous, you can’t take your eyes off him. The cool air of the room heightened from the saliva he left on your chest, it almost hurts.  

“I wanted to help you.” Your voice feels tiny in the silent room, Jeonghan’s eyes light up and you’re not sure whether to be excited or frightened.

“You do?” Jeonghan’s hand comes to trace along your jawline. His thumb comes close to your mouth and you automatically open your lips, thinking back to all the times you’ve been in a situation like this before. But instead he just chuckles slightly, closing your mouth for you. “Turn around.”

You do, you lay your front against the cool kitchen counter while you hear Jeonghan shuffle out of his own clothes. He doesn’t bother taking off your skirt, pushing it up until it’s bunched up around your waist. He pulls your panties down and lets them fall to the floor while you open your legs a little wider for him. For a moment he does nothing, and you feel pathetic again being left on the edge like this, but then you feel his cool fingertips running up along the inside of your thigh before stopping at the fullest part of your ass and squeezing. 

“You’re so wet baby,” He chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss right in the centre of your spine. “Is all that just from me.”

“Yes,” you groan into the counter, he moves a finger inside your walls, thrusting lightly and curling to meet your sweet spot.

“So sweet,” He removes the finger, hands gripping firmly on your thighs. “Are you going to be a good girl and take whatever I give you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir!” You’re voice is breaking, unable to take any more torment. “I’ll take it all.”

“Good girl.”

Jeonghan sheaths himself entirely inside you in one go, pulling out almost to the tip and slamming himself back inside again. You’re not sure what to hang onto from this angle, Jeonghan’s cock perfectly dragging along your walls was making it difficult for you to think. You lost all control of your voice, letting out small pants and moans with every thrust of his hips. You didn’t even have the space, or the energy, to try and meet his hips. Giving him full control and allowing yourself to just turn your mind off and relax.

One hand moves from your hip and you don’t even notice until it’s circling your clit like your body is a toy. Your back arches with the feeling, you try to stave off your approaching orgasm but it’s futile against his fingers and his cock. You feel the heat simmering in your stomach and you know that Jeonghan can tell you’re close because he won’t let up. The coil in your stomach turns tighter and tighter. Jeonghan moves behind you like a man possessed, grunting and moaning in time with his thrusts. His fingers circle harder around your bud and suddenly the dam breaks and you cum, clenching down hard around Jeonghan and moaning loudly. He continues moving, much slower now, gentle movements sending you into oversensitivity. You can’t see his face but you can imagine what it looks like, face contorted in pleasure from the feeling of your tight walls pulsing around him.

“Hng, Jeonghan,” Your hand reaches behind you to try and still his movements. “I’m still sensitive.”

Jeonghan grips your arm, reaching for the other one and bringing them to rest in the dip in your back. “Y/n do you remember what you said earlier?”

“I would take everything you gave me-” You were interrupted by Jeonghan speeding up the pace of his hips, arms pinned firmly behind your back. Already you can feel the coil in your stomach building up again.

“That’s right, and you’re gonna do it,” He reaches a hand down your front to start rubbing at your clit. All you can do is let out a mixture of hiccups and cries as you clench down again, another wave of pleasure ripping through your body. Your forehead falls against the counter, sweat dripping down your face, you feel Jeonghan’s movements behind you getting sloppier, both hands squeezing around your hips again.

“Where do you want me?” His voice is shuddering, you know he’s not going to last much longer.

“Inside me.” Is all you can manage. Jeonghan’s hips still as he bottoms out inside you, and you can feel his warm liquid filling you entirely. It takes a moment for his breathing to calm, but eventually he manages to step away from you. 

Your body feels boneless but somehow Jeonghan manages to guide you over to your shared bed, laying you flat on the soft bedding and placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“Sure you don’t want a bath?” He says, laying beside you.

You laugh, and then you remember that you really will have to clean up before you go to sleep, which means you’ll need to clean the tub too, and you’ll have to go to bed late. You sigh realising the wonderful, relaxed spell you were under is now broken.

“What’s wrong?” Jeonghan asks.

“Oh, nothing,” You shrug, sitting up again to go to the bathroom. “Just thinking about work.”

You’re about to leave when Jeonghan grabs onto your arm and pulls you flat against the bed, crawling over your sprawled body.

“You’re still focused on that?” He tuts. “Guess we’re not done here yet.” His fingers enter inside your sopping pussy again and the sensation makes you gasp and reach for his wrist.

“Jeonghan I already came twice, I can’t take any more!”

“Oh yes you can,” He says, pistoning right into your G-spot. “And you will. You’re taking everything I give you tonight Y/n. And I guarantee you, you’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight.”

[pianokantzart]

Seeing @keakruiser making AUs in a bullet point storytelling format inspired me to take a crack at my own AU that I've been thinking about for a bit. What would happen if, in The Super Mario Bros. Movie, after Mario and Luigi are separated, Mario was the one who ended up in the clutches of Luigi’s eventual arch nemesis, while Luigi teamed up with some of his own close allies to go rescue him? Essentially The Super Mario Bros Movie, but with the brothers' roles reversed. So, without further ado...

The Super Mario Bros. Redux (Pt. 1)

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 ________

The beginning is much the same as it was in the original Super Mario Bros. Movie until they are separated in the warp pipe, with two exceptions: 1. When their van breaks down, Luigi's first instinct is to take the tool kit and try to fix the motor (mechanic Luigi, my beloved). But before he can get a good look, Mario insists that there's not enough time, and heads to the job on foot. Luigi closes the hood of the van and follows him. 2. After Mario leaves the dinner table, the focus goes to Luigi's conversation with his dad rather than Mario holed up in his room.

"What did I say?" "''You're bringing your brother down with you'?" Luigi asks, finally able to get a word in now that his uncles have shut up. "Why would you say that?" "Luigi, be honest. How much did that commercial cost? How many new clients has it gotten you? Huh?" "It's only been a day! And Mario'll figure something out. He always does." Luigi insists, taking his brother's plate of pasta and picking it free of mushrooms. "I just want to help him out along the way."

Pio sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "You can't hide in your brother's shadow your entire life, Luigi. One of these days you're gonna have to man up and start making your own decisions." Luigi doesn't answer, he simply finishes removing the mushrooms from Mario's plate, and gets up from the table to deliver the food to his despondent brother.

After Mario and Luigi attempt to save Brooklyn, after they end up in the warp zone, and after they are ripped from each-other's grasp, Mario is dragged into an unsettling looking pipe surrounded by purple smoke and overgrown with gnarled branches.

Luigi flies onward, emerging from a pipe inside what looks to be another sewer, not too different from the one back in New York. No sooner does he regain his senses does he find himself dragged away by a powerful blast of suction. Flying backwards through the air, he stops suddenly as his back clogs the nozzle of a strange vacuum-like contraption being carried by a little old man.

"Oops! Sorry, Sonny! I thought for certain you were gonna be a ghost!" the old man apologizes, releasing Luigi from the vacuum's suction with a flip of a switch. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small device that loosely resembles a hand-held vidoegame console, reexamining the numbers flashing on the screen. "When my readings showed that pipe 983 had suddenly reactivated, I thought for sure King Boo was trying to use it to send his band of ghosts to Sarasaland!"

Before Luigi could ask one of the thousands of questions on his mind, the old man introduces himself: Professor Elvin Gadd (E. Gadd for short.)

Luigi introduces himself in return, then asks about his brother. He tells the professor about their situation in detail, describing the warp pipe that Mario had disappeared into.

E. Gadd tsks sadly and shakes his head. He explains that particular pipe leads to "Evershade Valley," and though the valley used to be perfectly habitable, ever since King Boo shattered The Dark Moon nobody who has set foot in that land has ever returned.

"Wait, what do you mean? Who's King Boo?" Luigi asks "Well! You truly are out of the loop!" E-Gadd chuckles, "Then again... I remember how little I knew when I first arrived in this world." He continues to talk while leading Luigi through the underground, casually clearing a path for them with the powerful blowing and sucking functions of the vacuum. "King Boo is nothing less than the lord of ghosts! He is the master of illusions, the reigning tyrant of the undead, the loather of all living flesh, and– at the moment– the sole ruler of Evershade Valley."

This description unsettles Luigi. He retorts that if that's the case, he has to get to Evershade Valley as soon as possible. As frightened as he is, he's never been so frightened that he couldn't help his brother out of a tough spot, and he knows Mario would do the same for him in a heartbeat.

"Well! In that case I suggest you stick with me for a bit. And keep those tools with you." The old scientist gestures toward the tool bag Luigi had dropped on the ground in the mayhem, "I may have a few uses for them."

Just as Luigi comes to the question of where they are currently, Professor E. Gadd opens a sewer cover and leads him out into the middle of a big bustling coastal city in Sarasaland. Think the Daisy Circuit from Mario Kart, but way larger and more crowded (and missing the romantic statue of course.)

Luigi struggles to keep up with the elderly scientist, who weaves his way effortlessly through throngs of turtle men, snake monsters, insect soldiers, giant sentient heads made out of stone, and a vast array of other strange and fascinating pedestrians.

"Stop your dilly-dallying, youngster!" E. Gadd eventually calls, getting fed up with Luigi's slow, bewildered pace, "I've got a meeting in The Birabuto Kingdom, and my train– our train– leaves in fifteen minutes!" "Birabuto Kingdom?" Luigi asks, allowing himself to be shoved along, "What's that? What about Evershade Valley?" "So impatient! Do you think I'd send you into such a place unprepared??? No no, first I'm going to perfect my equipment, then I'll help you find your brother."

E. Gadd purchases their tickets and they board the crowded 64 Express. Once seated, Luigi's eyes are immediately drawn toward the window. He stares out, deep in anxious thought as the train chugs along, traveling from the coastal city into a desert landscape.

Then, we switch over to Mario. Standing up and dusting himself off, he looks around to find himself in the gloomiest place he'd ever seen... for the little he is able to see. There is a thick purple mist hanging in the air, and the path before him is shrouded in the branches of a forest long dead.

Loudly calling out his brother's name on the off-chance he was somewhere nearby, Mario follows a light in the distance until he stumbles across a lone boo. More confused than frightened, and feeling a little sorry for the white specter shyly covering its face, Mario bends down for a moment to examine it, assuring "hey, don't worry! I won't hurt you, I'm just a little lost is all."

Suddenly, he is ambushed by a colorful trio of ghosts: a greenie, a slammer, and a hider. He tries to fight back, but every time he attempts to shove them off or swing his fists he phases right through them.

His attackers knock him around a bit until Mario succeeds in slipping away. Now in a panic, he continues rushing toward the distant light, far faster and more recklessly than before.

Eventually, he gets close enough to discover the glow was coming from the lit windows of an old mansion. He enters and – for the little good it will do – shuts the door behind him.

He wanders the halls for a long time, roaming from room to empty room, all the while haunted by the shadow of something following him. Something big.

At last, he reaches a towering portrait room. Unlike the rest of the mansion it is teeming with life, full of frightened faces pressed against picture frames, begging for help.

Mario is frozen in a moment of fear and confusion, but quickly snaps out of it. He rushes to the nearest portrait– an image of a strange little mushroom man– to ask what is wrong and what he can do.

Before the toad can give a coherent answer, the eerie presence that Mario had felt when he first entered the mansion casts a looming shadow over him.

He turns around and raises his fists in helpless hopes of defending himself. The candles of the surrounding sconces go out all at once, and in the pitch black darkness a cacophony of cackles fills the air....

[wildestdreamsblog]

Hiraeth II

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: You had always been his, and no one could take you away from him. Idol!AU

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Slight age gap, Murder intention, Mention of death, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: you know what, Kim Seokjin just hits different to me. I miss him and I’m taking u all down with me in my I-miss-u-jin-era.

Masterlist Hiraeth I

After you got over your initial shock in which you thoughtlessly swung your fist to his handsome face, you found yourself sheepishly walking to the kitchen where you could hear him moving. He looked up as soon as you entered the room, one side of his bruised lips tilted up. He watched you moved with a secretive smile on his face that you so badly wanted to erase. Jin looked like he was thoroughly enjoying this. You couldn’t help but notice how much he changed. He matured, no longer the young man who had soft cheeks and undefined body. Instead, your eyes roamed over his sharp features and his muscular back that couldn’t be hidden by his shirt. In front of you was a man who was confident. And you didn’t know how to handle him.

You didn’t know how to handle him when in the first place, you thought you would never see him again, not after you ran from him. Not after he begged you to come back.

“What are you doing here?” You finally asked after enough time had passed and he was still looking at you as though he was waiting for you to crack. And you did. You could’t take his heavy eyes, couldn’t take the silence as he watched you.

Was he this insufferable when you were younger?

Were you just too blind to see him for how he really was?

Additionally…was he this beautiful when you were younger? Or was time just unfairly favorable to him?

He gestured to the noodles he was stirring. “I’m cooking us breakfast, princess.”

His old name for you hindered you from reacting quickly. You blinked owlishly, memories of him calling you that playing in flashback.

“Yes….but why here?”

He turned off the stove leisurely as if his answer wouldn’t rattle your whole world before leaning his body on the counter, his eyes focused on yours. “Where else would I be? I live here.”

“What? B-but, your mother- she didn’t tell me…”

He shrugged, busying himself with plating the food and bringing it to the simple yet elegant dining table. “Do I make you uncomfortable?” He asked in a nonchalant voice, his movements precise and calm.

When you didn’t answer, he tilted his head to the side, his hand inside his pocket as he stalked slowly to where you were standing near the door. If he noticed how you seemed to be one push away from running, he didn’t comment. Instead, there he was, his tall form towering over you. “Do I make you nervous, princess?”

“J-Jin-“

“Tsk,” he shook his head, his dark, unfathomable eyes focused on yours. His hair was pushed back from his forehead, giving him that regal look you always thought he possessed. “What happened to ‘Oppa’?” He asked in what one would thought of as a sincere question, but the mocking glint in his eyes could not fool you.

“I-I don’t-“

“Hmm? You don’t what?” He whispered sweetly, his fingers stroking your hair. He was transfixed with the way time changed you. Yet, he hated how he wasn’t there to experience growing up with you because you took yourself away from his grasp. But no more. He took a deep breath to calm the demons in him, before flashing you his usual, carefree smile.

“Do I still affect you, princess?”

“N-no!”

Jin regarded you for a moment too long, his eyes sparkling with something akin to mischief and danger. “Perfect,” he beamed at you before pulling your wrist to the dining table. “There’s no reason for you not to stay here, then. Come on, let’s eat.”

Despite him acting as though no years passed between the two of you, you simply couldn’t. You could feel the weight of seeing him in person sitting heavily on your shoulders, could hear the unspoken words no one had the strength and courage to say, could feel the guilt and anguish in your heart.

“So,” you began, your eyes focused on the chopsticks in your hand. “H-how have you been, Seokjin?”

He scoffed, his dark eyes boring on yours. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”

“It’s just that…it’s been so long.”

“And whose fault is that,” he stated tonelessly, his large hand closing to a fist before calming himself down. He needed to remind himself that he had you now, that he wasn’t going to lose you this time.

He had to remind himself that he needed to forgive you if he wanted a clean start with you.

“Never mind,” you sighed, clearly discouraged with his response. What did you expect? You practically ghosted him the moment your turned eighteen, turning your back on your closest childhood friend, to your remaining family just because you were in pain.

Perhaps, you should acknowledge that you hurt him in the process of healing yourself. You didn’t know if you wanted to fix the ruined relationship between the two of you, didn’t know if you could redeem yourself. You had so much buried feelings that you didn’t know if this was worth it.

You quietly ate your food, already internally planning your living situation. You would sort out your living situation today. You could not live with Jin, not when he made you feel things you thought you had long killed. You could not-

“I’m sorry.”

You blinked owlishly as you looked up at the man sitting in front of you. Your astonished and lost expression softened his resolve, it melted his anger.

Only you could silence the dark thoughts in his head. Ironically, you were the reason why the demons in his mind were born.

“I shouldn’t have said that. You were just trying your best to heal the way you know how. It’s okay,” Jin stated, his eyes trained on you, willing you to see his sincerity. Except that it wasn’t okay you left. Yet, he knew it was the best for you despite it destroying him so monumental it took him years to feel normal.

Should you leave him again, he knew the carefully reconstructed sanity of his will tumble down.

“I’m just sorry you had to do it all alone,” he whispered sadly.

Aside from your therapist, you had never spoken about this with anyone. To you, it was something so tragic that saying it would make you relive the pain, loneliness and desperation it caused you. This was the first time in almost a decade that someone acknowledged your pain, you strength, and the sacrifices made along the way.

“But princess,” he continued, his hand reaching across the table to clasp yours. And once he did, he felt peace the moment he was able to touch you. “You don’t have to be alone. Not anymore.”

It was an hour later when you emerge to the living room where Jin was drying his hair. His movements slowed down when he saw you after you ran once again from him. After he said that you didn’t have to be alone, you walked to the bedroom without a word. You didn’t know how to handle your emotions, and the only way you knew how was to run.

And so ran, you did.

He raised his dark eyebrows at you when you didn’t say anything. “Going somewhere?”

You nodded, looking anywhere but him. Was he always this handsome even when had just showered? Was this fair? You looked like a drenched cat when you finished showering, and yet he looked like he was shooting a commercial.

“D-do you know where the nearest bus stop is?”

He nodded, “It’s more than an hour away.”

“What about taxi?”

He blinked innocently, “This is an exclusive neighborhood, princess. Taxis are not allowed here,” he shared in a thoughtful manner.

You swore under your breath. You had grown up in Korea, but you lived your whole adult life in abroad that you were no longer confident with yourself here. You were so certain that you would get lost.

He watched you with a smirk in his face, “You can borrow one of my cars,” he offered with an innocent look on his face.

“I don’t know how to drive.”

He knew that.

“In that case,” he sighed as he stood up, stretching his hands upwards. You didn’t even have it in you to not look at his toned abs, didn’t have it in you to look away from his leaned, yet muscular arms. Jin smiled innocently at you when he noticed your wandering eyes.

“In that case, I need to drive you,” Jin shook his head slowly as though he was burdened by this when the truth was that this was his plan all along.

Jin sat patiently at the hotel lobby, his legs spread out. He was smiling indulgently as you walked near him with a defeated expression in your face. Jin was wearing a black cap to hide his identity, and besides that, an inconspicuous bodyguard was trailing after the two of you at Jin’s command. He wouldn’t risk his princess, after all.

He looked up at you as you stood in front of him, your expression confused and tired as you informed him that there was no available room. This was the seventh hotel you went to, and so far your plan hadn’t been successful.

“So?”

You shook your head, clearly apparent that you wouldn’t move out today. You were stuck. And you loathed depending on anyone, more so you hated depending on him again just like when you were younger. Just like when he would always take care of you, regardless if he was reluctant or not. You became overly independent when you moved away from everyone. It was a thing that your therapist was still trying to resolve. However, you just couldn’t let yourself depend on anyone on anything ever gain for the fear that one day, they might leave you alone too.

“I’ll just stay in a motel-“

Jin stood up, his proximity effectively cutting you off. He tilted your chin up, his eyes serious. “I’m not making you leave, princess. You can stay with me as long as you want,” he offered with a sincere smile in his face when all he wanted to say was that your place was beside him, and it should have been the case since the beginning if only he didn’t lose control. He could see the battle in your eyes, the weariness and the stubbornness to not to give in to him was apparent. You needed a nudge.

You entered the quaint restaurant, your eyes roaming around the area as you waited for Jin. He dropped you off in front before parking his car. The restaurant had a homey vibes to it. Sunlight was freely flowing to the room, and the windows were open which allowed the customers to feel the pleasant breeze. You could see customers enjoying their food and talking animatedly with the other- more so the one group on your right who had their heads bowed down, too engrossed with their food while talking and laughing among themselves. You felt a hand on the small of your back. You looked behind you to see Seokjin smiling at you with his cap still on. He was guiding you in when you heard the sound of utensils falling on the floor. You looked to your right where the group of men were eating and realization dawned upon you.

Jungkook’s eyes were the first ones you met. His doe eyes were even bigger from shock, his mouth agape with his chopstick suspended in the air. Beside him was Taehyung who looked at you and Jin with knowing eyes before smiling that rectangular smile of his. Jimin and Hoseok both looked at you in surprised.

“H-hyung?” Jungkook called Jin with confusion in his face as he looked down at Jin’s hand on you. He had never seen his hyung touched someone from another gender willingly. To be honest, Seokjin didn’t care much about anyone outside the members and his own family. Seeing him looking at you with too much emotion in his otherwise emotionless eyes made all of them curious about who you were.

Jin sighed before looking at his members. “You’re all here. Again.”

“We were starving…” the man you recognized as the leader explained sheepishly. He turned to look at you before smiling, “Hi. I’m Namjoon. And you are?”

—

You found yourself sat beside Seokjin who was busy putting food on your plate. If he noticed his members looking at him as though an imposter took his place, he didn’t comment. It was as if the six men looking at the two of you with mixture of bewilderment from Jungkook and Jimin, curiosity from Namjoon and Hoseok, amusement from Taehyung and strangely, indifference from Yoongi, didn’t bother him.

But it bothered you.

You broke eye contact with Taehyung who was sitting beside you with his chin resting on his hand as he examined you with twinkle in his eyes to look at the other man beside you.

“Are you sure it’s fine for me to sit with you? What if someone sees?” You leaned to whisper at Jin.

He merely shrugged. It didn’t matter. In fact, he wanted the world to know you were his. “Eat, princess.”

“I can’t,” you whispered once again, hyperaware of the six pair of eyes on you and him.

“Why?”

“Why are they looking at me?”

Seokjin craned his neck up, frustration evident on his face before looking at his younger members with a terrifying glare. “Why are you always here?”

“We were hungry-“

“And you ate. Now leave.”

“Is that how you treat your customers, hyung?” Jimin teased with a pout before looking at you innocently.

Wait, this was his?

“You’re not my customers because you all rarely pay!”

Chaos ensued as the men bickered and teased each other. You could see the familiarity and the love between them that came with years and years of companionship. You were unknowingly smiling before eating your late lunch. You didn’t realize how hungry you were until you actually ate. They were all still arguing, albeit without any claws to their words, when you felt a finger poking your arm.

“I’m Taehyung,” he introduced himself before offering you his hand. You shook his hand warily. “I’m Y/N.”

“So, Y/N, how did you know my hyung?” He asked, uncaring of the bickering of the men in front of him. He was more interested with who you were. His hyung never did once look at any woman, never once did he touch them. In fact, he was irritated whenever some woman would sauntered to him and flirted. Behind his hyung’s pleasant personality and contagious laugh lied his cold persona reserved for people who didn’t matter to him.

Which was exactly why you were a puzzle to the group. For the first time since they met him, they saw their hyung smiled so genuinely at a woman. For the first time, they saw the darkness that somehow terrified them in Jin’s eyes vanished.

“Oh uhm. We’re childhood friends. His parents and my dad were the best of friends.”

Were?

Yoongi, who hadn’t said a thing yet, tilted his head when he heard you. He looked at you with indifferent eyes before slyly shifting his bored gaze to his only hyung who visibly stiffened from your words.

Interesting.

You watched him as he took his pillow and RJ in his arms. Seokjin really looked comfy and yet, so beautiful despite wearing only his pajamas. “You know I can take the sofa. I don’t mind. I really don’t want to be an imposition on-“

“Nonsense, princess. I want you to be comfortable here. You’re my guest after all,” he turned to look at you before smiling. He walked towards the bed where you were sitting. He leaned down and softly placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Good night, my princess,” he whispered, and before you could even react, he was out of the room.

You opened your eyes, and you were back to that nightmare. You saw your father walking away from you to that damned lake. You felt your heart skipped a beat, your legs moving faster and faster to stop him.

You knew what would happened.

You had seen this before.

You had lived this before.

“Dad! Please. Stop!” You shouted on top of your lungs, but it was as though he didn’t hear you. He kept on walking and walking, until he was in the middle of the frozen lake. He paused his movement to look at you. He never aged. His looks frozen in time.

“Run, my daughter,” he said with a serious note in his voice. This was different. He never said this in all your nightmares. “Run far. And don’t come back.”

“What? Dad, please! Just come here!” You shouted, and now you felt tears falling freely on your face. You knew what would happened.

You knew his destiny.

And you could never do anything about it but to see him fall to the icy water.

“Y/N! Wake up.”

“Princess, please. Wake up. It’s okay. You’re safe with me.”

“Wake up.”

And then you woke up. Your breath were ragged as though you were running for your life. You could feel his fingers wiping away your tears. You were full-on sobbing in front of him. And before you knew it, his arms were around you as he maneuvered your body to rest on top of his chest. Your hand fisted his shirt, wanting anything to ground you. Your heart was beating faster despite escaping the nightmare, and for the life of you, you didn’t know why you still felt unsafe.

Soothingly, he was running his hand on your back. Seokjin was patient as he waited for you to calm down. You felt his lips on top of your head. You heard him whisper how you were safe with him and that he would never let anything bad happen to you ever again.

And that night, he didn’t let you go.

—

“My baby looks so handsome!” His mother cooed at the four-year old Seokjin. She fixed his hair gently before holding his tiny hand in hers. She followed her husband inside their closest friend’s home. His wife had just given birth a month ago and this was the first time they would see the little bundle of joy. She was so ecstatic when she learned that the baby was a girl, much to her son’s disgust.

‘Girls are yucky, mommy!’

“Do you wanna see her?”

Did he? He looked thoughtful for a moment, his adorable pout ever so present in his lips. Perhaps, he should see what the fuss was about. He was almost certain- no, he was 100% sure that he was more endearing than that little elf who did nothing but cried.

But fine, he supposed he should look at her one time, then never again.

With a reluctant nod, his mother patted the seat beside her. Once he was fully sat down, his mother lowered the baby to his level which allowed him to peak at the crying Y/N.

Seokjin’s eyes widened at how could someone as little as you cried so loud?

Additionally, how could someone as little as you looked so…wonderful?

As though he was in a trance, Jin moved his face closer to you. His little hand was on its way to caress your hair when he heard his mother gently warn him to be careful. And so, he did. His little hand touched the sparse hair on your small head. He caressed it once, twice, and to the adults’ surprised, you stopped wailing your heart out as thought you were finally at peace.

“She likes you,” your father observed, his eyebags made it apparent that you weren’t letting your parents sleep.

“I think we should keep him with her so she would stop crying, right Jinnie?” He teased the little child.

Jin, on other hand, didn’t say anything. His focus was solely on you. Little Seokjin deemed it okay to stay with you.

It was a sweet moment, really it was. Until Jin dove down to peck your lips, and then chaos ensued.

Hiraeth III

[aiizenn]

strawberry lollipop. gojo satoru.

ₓ˚. ୭ cw: none? fem!reader, college au, some bits of jock gojo.

will probably make this into a series, idk yet?

tsk “i knew it, you’re all talk and no action satoru.”

gojo smirks “alright, just say who.”

“her”

gojo turns towards the direction sukuna was looking. there you were, looking so bright — full of joy. you were handing out flyers to students on campus. he’d never seen someone show so much enthusiasm on something before.

“piece of cake” he says as he removes the lollipop from his mouth. “you do know i like challenges, right? you’re making this too easy. i’ll have her wrapped around my finger before you know it.”

“we’ll see about that. you have a few weeks, win her over only to break her heart in the end, until then you can live up to your reputation.”

suguru just sits next to his best friend shaking his head at the situation. “this is ridiculous, just leave her alone.”

“oh come on suguru, it’s only a bet. what’s the worst thing that can happen? fall in love with her? as if! just watch and learn.” gojo makes his way towards you, getting ready to win your heart and the bet.

“please take the flyer and consider signing up for the make it green event our campus is hosting. you can donate supplies to plant trees or participate by planting them with many others. you’ll be making a huge difference.” every word left your lips filled with excitement. by far you have done so well in handing out multiple flyers and getting participants for the event, nothing could ruin your mood.

“may i have one?”

“of course” you turn around and for a split second your smile drops. you take back what you were thinking just seconds ago, something... no, someone can ruin your mood. the white haired, 6 ft tall guy with a bright smile standing right in front of you. anything he does is trouble, and you know it. what is he up to now? your thoughts are interrupted by him clearing his throat, snapping back to reality you hand him a flyer.

“where can i sign up?” he looks up after reading the paper.

sign up? did you hear that right? gojo satoru actually wants to help? or is he looking for something to make himself look good? whatever his motive is doesn’t matter, the more the better.

“here, you can write your name under the options provided. you can choose one or all, it is up to you.”

“hmm, i’ll do all”

you were skeptical, but you let it go. “okay then, take this wristband and wear it on the day of the event. many will have different colors, each one indicates a different task. yours means that you’ll be helping out with almost everything.” as you glanced over to him you saw his face with an expression of disbelief for a brief second. “you can wear anything comfortable and of your liking, both food and drinks will be provided. this card has all the information, just in case if you have any questions.”

“cool…what will you be doing?” okay, now you’re starting to build up your walls even higher, what’s with him? why is he interested? you decide to tell him, maybe then he’ll leave.

“same as you” you said as you turned around to hand out more flyers. you swear you heard him mutter jackpot, it could just be the excruciating heat that’s affected you after many hours outside walking and talking. ‘just one more hour’ you thought, you were determined to see this through, you had your reasons to do this under the hot sun. just a little more to go.

“looks like you haven’t had lunch yet” says the annoyingly—good looking, tall, now next to you guy. not that he has to know. you turn to give him a smile that clearly and kindly says to leave. of course you haven’t had lunch, doing this on your own was nice but exhausting as well. leaving you with little to no time for yourself, again, just one more hour.

“here”, you turn to see him with his arm extended towards you with a lollipop on his hand—strawberry flavored. you look up to him with confusion. a soft yet playful smile plastered on his face.

“it’s an extra one i had” he says as he shrugs. now you are dumbfounded, everything he’s done within the last few minutes has made your brain go crazy. gojo satoru has not only shown “interest” in something that isn’t games, partying, or anything that walks with something in between their legs, but he was also…caring?

“you need some sugar, love. hours without eating can cause you to faint.” he says ever so sweetly as he takes your unoccupied hand and places the very delicious looking lollipop on it. looking down to your hand and up to him again, he has a toothy smile, a rare sight. he places one of his hands in his pocket while the other gets a sticker from the table. he walks away and turns around while walking backwards.

“see you in a few days” he semi-shouts given the distance. gives you a wink and walks away. you look down, getting the lollipop closer, you notice tiny letters in the bottom left corner of the wrapper. G.S, you scoff as you look up in disbelief. this isn’t going to be easy.

[cindol]

Pizza boy!Ino Takuma <33

tw— ino is taller than you sorry,fluff, nanami has his own pizza company/restaurant in this au, pet names(baby,babe,)

synopsis— a local pizza boy enjoys some pizza with his girlfriend.

y/n smiled hearing the soft knock on her front door, she was so familiar hearing that knock now as she stood up from her velvet red couch and unlocked the front door to see her boyfriend in his all black clothes, black beanie on top of his brunette hair with a smile adorning his mouth. Looking down at his hands she could see 3 pizza boxes from the beloved Kento Pizzeria place in his one hand. She didn’t even have heart eyes for him right now, poor ino thought she was drooling and happy at the sight of him but her attention completely shifted to the cardboard boxes of pizzas in his hand.

Just when he thought she came in for a warm imbraced she stole the pizza right out his hands licking her lips and giggling. It made a silly pout come on ino’s face as he followed her inside her home to her kitchen connected to the living room. He sucked his teeth.”tsk tsk.. thought my baby loved me but alas… she’s just usin’ me for pizza.” He gripped his chest for dramatic effect also making y/n giggle as she set the pizza boxes on the kitchen counter.”I’m sorry baby, you know how crazy I get over Kento Pizzeria’s pizza you know! Best damn pizza to ever exist in like the history of pizza.”

He chuckled at how his girlfriend rambled on about the pizza, he agreed though. Ever since he started working as a simple employee for Kento Pizzeria pizza honestly has been his favorite fast food.”can’t disagree with that baby.” He moved to open up one box of pizza and to y/n’s surprise, the one pizza pie was in the shape of a heart. It made a bright grin show on y/n’s lips as she wrapped her arms around ino’s neck.”a pizza shaped in a heart.. you’re a love bug sometimes y’know?” She jokes then softly chuckled.”thank you baby”

Ino smiled.”anything for the future wifey right?” He jokes but loves the happy expression on his girlfriends face. He knew she was a pizza addict so he also knew bringing a heart shaped pizza to her place would drive her crazy even if she had a calm attitude and face. The both of them stared at each other till ino said something.”sit on the couch though yeah baby? I’ll prepare the pizza for the both of us.” y/n nodded and went to the couch to sit and wait. With any other guy she would find it to be a ick for some man thinking he could just act like a “caretaker” but she loved being taken care of a man like ino honestly.

Ino perpared their pizza with some drinks and sat right next to y/n and handed her plate while he has his. Eventually after moving around y/n had ino cuddled on her chest while she ate and watched her sitcom. She loved when ino got like this, after going around delivering so many pizza’s it would have any normal man burned out and ino was a example of that. He got whiney also, when y/n even was about to get up to pee he whined making her giggle.”baby! It’s just a bathroom break.” But he shook his head wrapping around her tighter.”jus’ stay here with me till I sleep.” Luckily for y/n he’s a quick heavy sleeper.

When she came back from her bathroom break ino was sleeping peacefully like a baby with his beanie halfway off his head. It made her smile to see someone who travels all day and all around the town to quiet down and slow down. Moving to him she took his beanie off and ruffled his hair a bit and covered his body with a red blanket. Yes, she loves her Pizza boy!Ino Takuma .

[kisscara]

may i request a fic of scara being a domestic bf for reader?? like super the way of the househusband type of domestic :0 if thats ok w u??

househusband in training ★ [scaramouche x gn!reader] ⎯⎯ fluff, modern au, college au

a/n: HIHI this idea is soso cute mima and ty 4 requesting! i love myself some domestic bf scara.. ( ´ ω ` )

when your boyfriend of two years moved in with you in a small but comfy apartment, you surely hadn't taken him for the type to do everything around the house. scaramouche has always had the ability to get quickly tempered, but you didn't know that that would apply to chores as well.

after a month or two, you got used to his constant nagging that always fixated on the dishes in the sink and the state of the bedroom. the thing is, he never makes you do it. "tsk, there's a spoon in the sink, (name). you know how i want the sink to be empty at all times," he would say, all the while putting on his rubber gloves and apron.

you peek from the doorframe of the kitchen. "it's a single spoon, scara. plus, i'll do it if-" he stops you short with a raise of the hand. "no, no. that won't be necessary." and the conversation ends there, or so he thought. you muse, "hm, i've been thinking about something for awhile."

scaramouche doesn't look up from his work as he scrubs the spoon with a soapy sponge, "yeah?" as he reaches forward to open the faucet, you add, "you're kind of like my little househusband in training." you pause when you hear the clatter of the spoon. scaramouche slowly turns to face you, "what did you say."

you laugh, amused by his reaction. "i mean, you kind of got the part down." scaramouche takes off his gloves and apron to make his way to you in a few strides. he holds your face in one hand, squishing your pudgy cheeks with his lithe fingers. "if i'm to be the househusband, that means you have to play the role of my spouse, no?"

scaramouche also takes care of things like meals. unlike his mother, who could blow up the entire world if she even touched the buttons of the stove, he's fairly good at cooking. breakfast, lunch, dinner, you name it. he'll be calling you from the kitchen to come and eat and you'll be greeted with a table full of meals.

once in a while, he'll let you help him. he prefers it whenever you take a part in baking rather than cooking, since it's less dangerous, in a way. speaking of your well-being, scaramouche always checks up on you, possibly more than your own parents do.

whenever he feels as if you've been studying too long, he'll pry you away from your screen to spend time with him. "c'mon, i'm more fun than words on a screen." he'd say, cuddling with you on the couch in the living room. feeling overwhelmed? scaramouche is your go-to guy.

he'll turn off the lights, only leaving the television set as the two of you snuggle beneath the blankets. scaramouche comfortingly strokes your hair and whispers endearments, your head resting in his lap as he soothes all of your worries away.

and even though scaramouche manages most of the house chores, he somehow is able to balance his college life as well. he wears reading glasses whenever he studies but he finds that he focuses better when he does it with you. he'll pretend that he doesn't know an easy question and makes you help him out from that point.

every night is spent with him in your arms or you in his, words of affection exchanged and kisses shared before the sleepiness gets to you two. scaramouche can be mean sometimes, but he's big on being soft when it comes to you. it's almost like his lips are made for yours, considering the way they perfectly slot against your lips is heavenly.

in the morning, he'll be awakened by you peppering kisses all over his face and clinging onto him like a koala to a tree. that is, if you wake up before him. every other morning, you'll rise to the smell of freshly cooked food. though the point is, scaramouche is the ideal domestic boyfriend and maybe even a househusband... ♡

© kisscara

[kkanabel]

caffeine addiction - chapter 9 Bakugou Katsuki x Reader / Coffee Shop! AU

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You rose before the sun did; the air was still chilled with dew and the streetlights were reflecting light off of the streets. It sucked– making yourself look like a functioning being as soon as you woke up. It was a small price to pay for your mornings, however. These mornings were fresh, calming, and slow. The air always seemed cleaner in the morning.

 You ensured your hair was out of your face, wore simple anti-slip shoes, and clothes that were easy to move in. You didn’t bother with full makeup today. You put on enough to ensure you didn’t look fully dead. 

But the first breath of air you took as soon as you stepped outside your apartment was always the best. The slight nip of the winter air bit at your nose as you started your walk. You took it slow. There was no need to rush.

But your mind was frazzled. As soon as you’d arrived at your destination, you had drank a cup of coffee and you finished setting up for the day. Yet, you sat at the counter with your mind in a foggy haze. 

“Hm. The lights look pretty. It’s still so dark outside.”

The jazzy lofi playing in the background was a great addition to the aesthetics of the place, but you just blinked, staring into the abyss while your brain felt as if it were hollow. The deep beats of the music melded into your thoughts. It slowly started to drift into daydream, making up incoherent thoughts and ideas. Thoughts about food and thoughts about what your dream was last night. Was it something with unicorns and bologna? Or was it a pony and bologna?

Wait, does that rhyme? Pony? Bologna? What…

Your vision blurred and you were in a completely different world. Time seemed like it didn’t pass while your mind drifted into space onto a cloud of murky thoughts. You sat slouched on the stool as your brain drifted far away. But your posture didn’t matter at the moment. You weren’t even going to open for another ten minutes, but you still took in a deep breath of the aromatic coffee scent in the air that you’d become so accustomed to. 

“Ehhh…” you groaned like a zombie. You didn’t even realize you’d made that noise out loud until from behind you, a guy made a “tsk” noise and dropped a paper bag in front of you. You stirred from the crinkle of the bag and blinked back into focus. “Hm?” 

You looked at the man who’d just snapped you out of your trance, and he stared at you with an annoyed look. “Grabbed some croissants from Starbucks . ‘Said you liked ‘em on the chat, so here.” The blonde grumbled at you before turning around to grab his mug and slowly sip at his espresso.

You were on autopilot mode while helping him open today. It was officially the last day of your training, so you were caught up to speed with everything. You weren’t even functioning enough for you to deny or question the croissant out of politeness, so you just picked up the bag and let the smell of the fresh pastry absorb into your mind while looking at the layers of the croissant and listening to Bakugou’s footsteps behind you. 

You took a moment to breathe in its doughy, slightly sweet scent before taking a bite.

It was buttery, crispy, and soft all at the same time. It was heavenly. You mindlessly ate it until you got to the end, crumbs all over your mouth. The croissant was even better with your espresso con panna. 

Just a bit more time before the café opens. 

When you finished your croissant, you were finally back to reality. “Mm. It was delicious. Thanks, Bakugou-kun.”

The hours were really flexible. You’ve worked at a café in the past but left because the management was horrible. But here? Bakugou gets you breakfast everyday (great employee treatment), paid breaks, pretty good hourly wage, and free unlimited drinks! Goodness, the benefits are almost better than your nepotism-baby job over at the new boutique. 

You come on days when you don’t have class. You’re in for the opening shift, but Bakugou finishes most of the things that are needed to open before you can even start.

With your mind cleared a bit from its haze, you made yourself an americano for more caffeine. Bakugou eyes you for a second, making sure you weren’t making too much. He tries to keep an eye on your caffeine consumption so that you don’t have a heart attack mid-shift. You don’t notice the way Bakugou’s eyes linger on your face for a little too long. You’re too focused on the smell of the freshly brewed espresso for your americano.

After preparing a mug with ice and water, you gently pour the espresso over it and bask in the flavor, letting it seep into your bones. You felt the caffeine coursing through your veins.

But your dazedness was contagious. As soon as you started coming back to reality, Bakugou started slipping out of it. He watches your carefully manicured hands shake as they move to pick up your mug of liquid death. You’ve already drank too much caffeine. He’s immediately anticipating the bout of anxiety that’ll pass over you for the next two hours. He’s going to need to cut you off soon, and it’s only been a couple hours. 

But just a couple more seconds…

The way your lips caress the edge of the mug makes him bite his lips. The sigh you released after a sip makes him mind blank. He’s never wanted to be a cup so badly in his entire life. The simple sight of your smaller hands wrapped around the mug makes him want to drown himself in you. He’s already dreading 11:30 am– the time you leave. 

Bakugou is ashamed to admit that he puts in a little (a lot) extra effort into his appearance on the certain days of the week that you come in for a shift before your shift at Kindeki’s boutique next door. He rolls up the sleeves on his silky black button-up, making sure his watch is strapped on his wrist correctly. He can smell a little bit of his cologne when he does this.

By this point, he’s only known you for two months, but his heart clenches every time he sees your face. It’s starting to physically hurt, even. 

When he realizes it’s starting to hurt, he quickly tears his gaze away from your form. 

—

“Hah? You wanna work here?” Bakugou asked, incredulous. A well-groomed eyebrow shot up his forehead, and his red eyes widened in genuine surprise. The gears in his head were turning so hard that it was almost visible. “Uhh… aren’t you already busy with other shit?” 

He peered down at your cheerful figure, wrapped in a puffer jacket and earmuffs rested around your neck. A cute Michelin man. 

“Well, I’ve got some commitments, but I’m going to work at the Kindeki boutique opening next door!” You beamed at him. He melted. “And I was thinking– wouldn’t it be good to multitask by working here and also working on that new line with you? So, on the days I don’t have class, I’ll be doing a shift here and then move next door.” 

The spiky-headed man (er- boy, with the way you were making him feel) didn’t know what to say. This girl is destroying herself. Isn’t that an insane amount of work? Shouldn’t you relax? It’s also way too attractive– the way you’re so focused on your goals. He doesn’t know whether he wants you to relax or not. After all, if you started working at this café… he’d be able to see the way those eyes of yours light up every time you were happy with the smallest of things. 

When you’d drink a sip of a drink he made for you.

When you’d come up with an idea for a new design.

When you’d find a ladybug on your finger. 

‘“Oh, and here’s my resume!” You handed him a folder with your resume neatly tucked into one of the pockets. He was going to hire you without a resume anyway, but he looked through the words on the paper and choked on his saliva.

Your qualifications were almost terrifying. “You’re hired.”

“W-Wait. No interview? I got ready and everything.” You frowned, gesturing to your pinstriped blazer that was resting on your shoulders.

“I already know what your work ethic is like. No need to explain it to me. What days ‘ya wanna work?”

And from then on, you found yourself working at Bakugou Katsuki’s café as the cute barista behind the counter that everybody gives their number to.

Just kidding.

Bakugou has been glaring off anybody who gives you so much as a second glance.

But either way, he knew he was more screwed when he started working with you more and more. There was too much to like about you.

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[sugolara]

𝙎𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨

ft. K.B x S.T x I.M x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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When Shoto found a map resting near his feet, he gave it to Katsuki, “We seem to be getting close.”

A day had gone by and Izuku refused to talk to Katsuki. Katsuki, on the other hand, refused to apologize. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, it was just that he was bad at communicating. He felt childish. He remembered when he was little how his mother would scold him for being mean to Izuku.

He wondered how his mother would make him apologize if she were to hear what happened now.

“A day.” Katsuki gruffly said.

Yesterday when they pulled to the side of the road to switch driving, Izuku had found a 12 pack of water as well as dried up berries, nuts and fruits in a basket placed in the trunk. Although he was also mad at F/n, he eventually forgave her when she explained that the boy had a bite on his calves as his jeans were soaked in blood.

Izuku didn’t remember the boy having a bite since he was too busy arguing with Katsuki, but he took her word. He hadn’t realized the way she looked at him as she lied.

“Any second and the car will run out of gas.” Shoto said, eying the gas meter.

“Tsk.” Katsuki pointed ahead, “Told you we should’ve took the backstreets”

Leaning forward, F/n let out a groan, “Great. Who knew the freeway would be blocked.”

Pressing the brakes, Shoto tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, “Now what? We can’t move all of them.”

“And we can’t take a detour.” Izuku added, “We're already too far from any other street.”

The four gave each other a knowing look, “Walking it is.”

Getting out, Izuku stayed by F/n as she walked further towards the cars. Katsuki and Shoto grabbed the duffel bag of ammo, guns and what little food they have left. Shoto eyed Katsuki from his side, “Are you ever going to apologize to Izuku?”

“Are you ever going to mind your damn business?” Katsuki walked off.

Rolling his eyes, Shoto closed the trunk and followed after. Seeing F/n on top of a car, Shoto passed her the binoculars, “You see anything?”

She scanned the highway and wasn’t pleased, “Just loads of cars.’

“Any dead?” Izuku asked.

“Are you dumb?” Katsuki rhetorically asked, “There’s going to be dead everywhere.”

“I’m sorry?” Izuku glanced at Shoto then at F/n, “Do you hear something? I think I’m losing my humanity since I can hear these flies talking.”

Shoto and F/n raised their arms in a surrendering way, “Don’t get us involved.”

Katsuki barked back at him, “Now you’re just being fucking childish!”

“Swear, I’m losing my mind.” Izuku hummed and walked to a nearby car.

F/n jumped off the car and gave Katsuki a look, “I already apologized.”

Shoto patted his back, “Better do it sooner.”

Rolling his eyes for what seemed like the millionth time, Katsuki marched after them. Katsuki stayed next to Shoto, not wanting to be near Izuku. If Izuku wanted to play a game, then so be it.

While F/n waited for Izuku to finish searching the truck, she munched on some stale pistachio, “You know…you’re going to have to make up with Katsuki. Preferably sooner.”

Izuku didn’t say anything and instead let F/n continue, “I don’t exactly know your whole history with him, but you two are friends and you both mean a lot to each other. I remember when you first saw him, you were shocked yet relieved and happy.”

She eyed Izuku and continued, “I know he said some pretty mean stuff, but he doesn't mean it and we can’t start getting mad and turning on each other. That’s how groups began to crumble. We’re all that we have. We made it this far because we have and rely on each other. I don’t want to die, Shoto doesn’t want to die, Katsuki is too stubborn to die and I’m pretty sure you don’t want to die.”

Izuku then stared at her for a few seconds before looking away, “You’re wrong.”

“About?”

“Since yesterday, I’ve noticed how right Kachaan is.” He glanced down, ” I have been living in my head because I’m scared to face reality. I’m scared to live in this world where we have to survive everyday and not turn into those things. And I can’t wake up and face reality because I don’t want to.

“I still cling onto the idea that there is still hope and that one day we’ll awake from this horrible nightmare. I’ll wake up and see my mom, my dad, my friends and everyone else including you living a normal life.” He let out a small sad chuckle, “Could you believe how stupid that sounds?”

F/n swallowed harshly as she looked away and let him continue, “I’m 18 years old, heck my 19th birthday probably passed already and I’m still wishing like a child. Still wishing that the moment I wake up, I’ll see mom in the kitchen making my favorite food.

“I’m so scared that there'll be some days where I don’t ever want to wake up.” A tear glided down his cheek before he quickly wiped it away, “Kachaan is right. If he didn’t say it, I am weak. It’s always someone saving me and before you know it, I’ll be the one to die next.”

Foolish, was all F/n could think as she hugged him and without hesitating, Izuku hugged her tightly.

Slowly looking away, Shoto placed the butterfly in his pocket and figured he’d give it to her later. He walked back to Katsuki and watched as the blonde threw papers out the car, “You’re littering.”

Katsuki gave him a look, “Like littering is the least of our worries. I don’t see no damn cops out here rushing to give me a ticket–and where the hell is F/n and Deku? We’re wasting daylight.”

Shoto shrugged, “They’ll be here any minute.”

“What the hell are they doing that’s taking so long.” Katsuki rolled his eyes and looked away.

Hearing Izuku and F/n walking towards them while chatting, Shoto strolled off. Katsuki followed Shoto, “‘Bout damn time.”

“You guys find anything?” F/n asked.

“Shit load of cars is what we found.” Katsuki replied.

Shoto pointed ahead, “There's this RV I found. Figured we would stay there until tomorrow. The sun's beginning to set and since we haven’t seen any rotters, they’ll soon probably come by. Better to stay hidden than to be at a disadvantage.”

Agreeing with the plan, they head to the RV and drop off their stuff in there before searching the cars around. As minutes passed by, gray clouds began to form. Looks like tonight will be a big storm.

[oreo-oro-orero]

Bad Ending Prelude

A bed ending excerpt for @redrum-alice dating sim au

"A Predator Lurks"

Ekko laughed, a sweet sound that you've grown attached to ever since you started to hang out with him. You couldn't help but notice that when he was around everything seemed to get so much brighter.

Ekko: "You know, I'm happy you were able to make it. usually it's just me and Jinx at these god awful pep rallies but it's nice to have another friend to share our misery with."

You chuckle and agree but a small part of you lingers on that "Friend" word. It's odd really, you didn't even realize you were falling for him that's how he gets you. Just like a sweet dessert, you take one bite and then you're hooked.

"Well..you know what they say...misery loves company"

You say as your hand slowly but surely makes its way onto his thigh. He gives you a quick smile and soon focuses his attention back on the rally.

Just then a shiver ran down your spine and you instantly recognized the feeling. It's exactly the same as when she walked you home, the darkness in her eyes, the uncaring gaze that somehow pierced your soul, the hint of pink that mixed with cold blue. She didn't say much when she was staring at you. Her hand gripping your wrist almost threatening to break it. She only said two words.

"He's Mine."

You quickly excuse yourself and make your way to the bathroom, your breath fast and nerves on edge.

You lock the stall door and calm yourself as best you can. What were you thinking? Of course she would be watching, for God sake you knew she would be. She said she wanted to go up the second level of the gym to get a better look at the rally but she....Then it hit you...this was a test...a test to see if you would take her advice. That you would stay away but you didn't. You took a bite of that dessert and now you wanted more. It was a test and you failed it with flying colors.

You steady your nerves enough to leave the stall and exit the bathroom. You'll just go home, yeah that's it. Sneak out the back of the school and run home as fast as you can. You can text Ekko and tell him you had a stomach ache an-

Jinx: "You know...I told you that you should've packed your own lunch, damn near everybody knows to bring food from home on casserole day."

Your heart stopped and that familiar feeling of dread coated your spine. There she was, standing right in front of you, leaning on the wall. Her ocean blue braids scraped the floor as she fiddled with her candy colored nails.

Jinx: "I have to say, you were getting pretty handsy with my Tuff-Tuff." Jinx said not even looking up from her nails.

"Jinx I...you know that I would never-"

Jinx: "tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, even after we had our little talk and even after you promised that you wouldn't try any more shit, you still test your luck. I expected better from you."

Her words were cold and blunt, this was a far cry from the energy filled ball of chaos that you've grown to know

"Jinx I know I messed up but it wasn't anything like that, I swear....I...I"

You try to find your voice again but your throat has gone dry.

Jinx: "Ekko really seems to like you, so we'll just call this strike two, I'll tell him you got a bloody nose and went home."

You look at her in shock, she's...she's letting you go?

"O...okay...but my nose isn't bleeding, what am I gonna tell the teachers"

And just like that you find yourself on the ground, Jinx standing over you. You smell metal and soon a sharp pain rings throughout your face. You instinctively hold your nose as blood gushes from it and as you do you see through tears stained eyes that your blood is on Jinx's knuckles. How did she get over to you so fast? It felt like you just blinked and-.

Before you could finish your thought you felt a cold hand grab your busted nose and squeeze but before you could let out a scream, your mouth was covered by another hand. Soon you find yourself staring at eye level with those Azure eyes and that cold stare.

Jinx: "You tell them you have a broken nose silly."

Jinx says a hint of glee peaking out from the ever present coldness she's meeting you with up until now.

Jinx: "I don't like repeating myself but I'll do it anyway. I'm not going to let you take him away from me. We've already been split up before and I'll be damned if I'm going to let some wannabe street trash split us up again, he's mine mine mine mine. Do I make myself clear.

You nod your head and Jinx lets go of your broken nose and uncovers your mouth

Jinx: "Good, run along now and oh!"

Jinx goes into the bathroom and emerges with a clump of paper towels in her hand, she dumps them on you ask she walks past you to the rejoin the rally and Ekko

Jinx: "For the road. That's pretty nasty break, you should really be careful next time. Those bathroom floors are always so wet."

She says that hint of glee peaking out again. Blue braids disappear up the steps and you slowly get up and cover your nose with tissues.

"strike two...how many...how many do I have left"

[hobeemin]

sticky sweet

🍭 genre(s): smut, pwp, e2l, bakery au, fluff if you squint

🍭 pairing: pastery chef!song mingi x confectioner!poc (f) reader

🍭 summary: song mingi has always been the bane of y/n’s existence. well no more. it’s time she take matters into her own hands.

🍭 rating: 18+

🍭 warning(s): swearing, dom!mingi, teasing, oral (f receiving), food play, breast play, spanking, cum play, cum shots, gagging/choking on fingers, licking, doggy style, protected sex, dirty talk, pet names, exhibitionism

🍭 word count: 2.7k

🍭 credits: many many thanks to @darklingjeon​ for looking this over and giving me much-needed feedback. you are amazing!!!!💜💜

banner resources found here: 1, 2, 3

🍭 a/n: okay i got no excuse for this fic. its just pure filth. you’ve been warned lol

“SONG MINGI!!”

The door swung open as a male looked up in quiet amusement as a woman stormed in. 

“I thought I locked that door,” he said with a smirk. The bakery was in the process of closing, so the lights were dim in the front.

She ignored his words, stomping to the counter and slamming a box on the tabletop.

“A present? For me?”

“Don’t hold your breath,” she hissed.

Opening the box with an angry flourish, she gestured as Mingi peeked inside to see a variety of fudge blocks.

“Okay–“

“This is your fudge, Mingi! You stole my recipe!”

His eyebrow lifted, staring at the box and her intermittently. “That’s quite the accusation, Y/N.”

She huffed, shaking her head. “It tastes like mine. I can’t believe you’d do this. It’s my livelihood at stake!”

Mingi put his hands up in defense as a slight frown formed. “You think I’d steal your recipes? Ouch, Y/N. Listen, we went to the same pastry school, but I’d never do that to you.”

“Then why make fudge anyway? You have plenty of pastries here. Let me have my thing.”

Mingi sighed heavily as his eyes bore into hers. She bit down on her lip, trying to maintain her anger and eye contact. It was true she and Mingi graduated from pastry school together. Still, the usual competitiveness got the best of them, and they became rivals, even opening their businesses on the same street.

Mingi watched as Y/N continued to ramble and pace in front of him. Fed up, he came behind the counter, letting her run into him. Her face smacked against his chest, noting how hard it was, almost wondering what was underneath that shirt. She rubbed her nose after letting out a pained noise. He rolled his eyes with a sigh.

“Can you shut up for once, please?”

Y/N looked up in shock as her mouth fell open. 

“That wasn’t so hard, hmm?”

“You piece of shi–“

“What did I say, Y/N? Let me explain, alright?”

Her mouth clamped shut as he stepped back to lean against the counter. Jerking his head towards the box of fudge, he stared at her.

“I wasn’t trying to steal any of your recipes. I planned to come to your candy shop with a business proposition.”

“What?”

He sucked his teeth, shaking his head. “How did you get this anyway? I had it locked up.”

“Jongho showed me,” she answered.

“Imma kill him,” he growled.

Y/N tried to hold in her snort as she watched his facial expression. Still, she was curious about this business proposition.

“So what were you offering?”

“A partnership. I wanted us to open a business together. Double our profits and whatnot.”

“Mingi–“

“Y/N, you’re a talented chef and a great entrepreneur, and I’d be an idiot not to want to work with you.”

She was at a loss for words. Damn. 

“You…you really feel that way about me?”

“Duh. I’ve always felt that way about you, but we’re both too stubborn to admit we like each other.”

She felt the warmth creep into her cheeks. Y/N coughed, looking down. “I-I don’t like you,” she mumbled.

“Tsk. Liar. I know you do, Y/N.”

Mingi closed the distance between them, taking in her appearance. She always wore her chef’s uniform at work, switching between running the front and back of the house. The black chef jacket was accented with fuschia buttons, and the trim was streaked with powdered sugar. He noticed the small streak of chocolate on her cheek, which only added to her adorableness. Though he knew if he mentioned she'd snap at him. But that's what he loved about her, that fiery personality. Equal to his own. Jolting back to the present, Mingi blinked, staring at her.

Standing her ground, she gave him a defiant glare, but her resolve slowly disappeared. 

Damn, he was gorgeous. 

Dark hair styled perfectly on top of his head. That modelesque oval-shaped face framed by clean arched brows. His sharp brown eyes seemed to bore into her very being. She noticed how he’d scrunch up his nose, sculpted and well-defined. And then there were his lips. 

She fantasized about those full plump lips many nights–not that she would say that aloud.

Fuck.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she gave him a skeptical stare.

“Let’s say I did admit that there was some sort of attraction…what then?”

“Well,” his tongue swiped across his lower lip, eyes focused on her, “One part of me wants to ask you out on a date and do that song and dance. But–”

“But?”

That familiar devilish smirk appeared once more.

“Honestly, I want nothing more than to bend you over this counter while I lick chocolate off your tits.”

“I–”

He cocked his head to the side as his smile grew wider. “Nothing to say? Shocker.”

“You’re such an asshole," she exclaimed.

Y/N knew she was failing at this game they were playing. Mingi knew too. It was too much fun to see her get flustered.

“Well, you wanna fuck me, so that says much about your character.”

“Fuck you, Mingi,” she snarled.

“Just say the word, doll.”

There was barely a pause before they crashed into each, lips bruised, wrestling for dominance. Mingi gripped her ass, squeezing it possessively in one hand and the other wrapped around her locs. He gave her soft globe a firm smack making her jump against him. He smiled into the kiss pulling away to look at her, searching her face for any resistance. As much as he wanted her, he would stop if she asked him to.

“You good?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good,” she answered after a moment.

“You can back out at any moment,  you know. I’d understand,” he explained.

Y/N rolled her eyes at him with a chuckle. “Don’t get all sentimental on me, Mingi.”

She brought his fingers to her lips, suckling the middle and ring finger. Mingi let out a sharp gasp watching her actions.

He let out a snort, taking control and pushing his fingers deeper. Y/N relaxed her throat, wrapping her tongue around the digits. Mingi set to work, unzipping her jeans with his free hand. Reaching her underwear, he pulled the fingers out her mouth with a soft pop as strings of saliva dripped down her lips.

“Damn it, Y/N. Gonna make me just fuck you now,” he whispered.

Tugging her panties to the side, he dragged a finger along her seam. She tensed, gripping the countertop. He chuckled darkly.

“I barely touched you.”

He slipped the finger past her slit, finding her clit with ease, drumming against it. She let out a breathy moan, trying to get some friction. He watched with amusement.

“Already wet for me? Damn. Can’t wait to be buried in you.”

“M-Mingi, s-stop teasing,” she rasped.

“Say please, doll,” he cooed.

“Fuck you,” she hissed.

He paused his movements as his eyes narrowed dangerously. “I’ll leave you just like this–needy and craving me. Don’t try me, doll.”

When her mouth closed, he leaned it and kissed her gently. “Good girl. Now hop on the countertop for me.”

She did as instructed as Mingi lowered himself to his knees, pulling down her underwear. Humming in approval, he bit down on his lip.

“Damn. Your pussy is mouthwatering.”

His mouth encompassed her mound, tongue probing her slit. Her hips bucked against his tongue, her fingers gripping his hair. 

With a wanton moan, he delved in, enjoying the feast before him, lapping at her essence greedily. Hands wrapped around her thighs to keep her in place. He slid two fingers inside in tandem with his tongue swirling around her clit. The strangled cries she made only made him continue further. With some reluctance, he pulled away, looking up at her. She cried out, sitting up on her elbows, brows knitted in frustration to glare at him. He returned the stare with a predatory gaze.

“Could eat your pussy all day. Damn Y/N.”

His fingers caressed her skin, noting the goosebumps that trailed along. 

“Feels good, huh?”

She could only nod, making a smug expression appear on his face. Mingi stood up from his position, looming over her hungrily.

“Remove your top,” he instructed darkly.

With a silent nod, Y/N worked at the buttons on her chef’s jacket. Underneath revealed just a tank top. With little strength, he ripped the fabric quickly. Her breasts bounced from their confines, making him hum in pleasure.

“Tsk. No bra? Naughty girl.”

The heat rose in her cheeks under his sinful watch. He cupped her breast, squeezing them in approval. 

“Fuck, these tits,” he whispered.

Y/N felt like putty in his hands. Mingi knew precisely how and where to touch her. He reached over, grabbing a bottle of chocolate syrup. Her eyes darted from the bottle to his face.

“You serious?”

“I know you’re sweet enough already, but nothing would turn me on more than to do this, but only if you’re okay with it.”

She nodded slowly. “Yeah. Go for it.”

Grinning like a kid in a candy store, Mingi popped open the lid and drizzled the syrup over her breasts, following the dips and curvatures. The chill of the chocolate made her shiver as she watched him work quietly. With a hum, he added two drops on top of her nipples and placed the bottle away.

“Beautiful.”

Y/N tried to turn away, and he clicked his tongue. “Nuh, huh. You’re gonna watch me fuck and please you, doll.”

She watched under a hooded gaze as he removed his shirt and unzipped his pants, pushing them down urgently along with his boxers. His cock sprung from its confines, precum dribbling down. Veins thick and red from neglect. 

His chest was equally magnificent. Chiseled abs with a similarly deep Orion’s belt. Such a piece of art.

And all mine, she thought selfishly.

She licked her lips, ogling at the sight. “You got a condom?”

“Of course I do. I may be many things, but irresponsible, ain't it.”

Secretly that turned her on more; though she was on birth control, the little things turned her on more. Being safe was a top priority.

He bent down and grabbed his pants, pulling a foil square from the back pocket. Wasting no time, he ripped it open with his teeth, rolling it on quickly. He gave her a toothy grin when it was secure. He spread her legs, propping them on the glass. Grabbing his shaft, he tapped it against her clit; he slid the head down, parting her lips slowly. “You ready, doll?”

“M-Mingi,” she whined, squirming against him.

He winked, biting down on his lip as he inched in. Y/N breathed through her nose, trying to relax her muscles. Mingi massaged her calves gently.

“Fuck, you're tight,” he grunted.

“M-Mingi…fuck me,” she mewled.

“Gladly.”

He bottomed out and let out a low groan. He bent down, flicking his tongue over her nipples, swirling to get the chocolate off. She gripped his arms, moaning.

He could feel her hips push against him as he began to thrust. 

Slow, deep strokes.

Y/N was in a sensory overload. Between Mingi’s tongue and cock, she didn’t know what to do with herself. She watched in a stupor as his cock disappeared into her pussy. He nipped at her flesh, in a state of euphoria from the chocolate smearing his lips. His hips snapped with such force she almost fell off the counter. Balls slapping against her ass, he wanted to ruin her.

Hissing, he removed himself, squeezing her leg. “Come stand up for me, doll.”

With his assistance, Y/N slid off and turned around. Breasts smushed against the glass, leaving streaks of chocolate syrup. Mingi poured more chocolate down her spine as he buried himself in her cunt, trailing his tongue down her back. His fingers dug into her sides as her body jiggled against him.  

“Make that ass bounce…fuck Y/N,” he growled.

He barely kept himself together. The sounds of skin slapping filled the small bakery. He was close, oh so close. Y/N wasn’t too far behind. But he wanted to see her come undone, had to. He yanked her by her hair, placing sloppy kisses as their tongues rolled while the syrup smeared her face.

“I want you to come for me, doll. Milk me dry. Scream my name.”

He punctuated every word with his hips. Y/N choked out a cry as she quivered around his cock. She began her descent, dissolving into pleasure. 

“Fuck! Mingi!”

The fire pooling in her abdomen released as she jerked against him. Mingi watched in amazement, trembling at her sight. As he felt her grip tighten, he bit back a moan.

Knees buckling, he slid out from her pussy, frantically taking the condom off. 

“G-get on your knees.”

Y/N dropped to the floor, turning to look at him in a haze.

Fisting his cock, he stroked himself to completion, letting out stuttered breaths, twitching as his swollen head spurted his seed onto her tits. She opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out as some landed in her mouth, and swallowed it. 

Mingi groaned as he painted her body until tiny droplets fell to the floor. Y/N’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she scooped some of the cum and chocolate with her finger and popped it into her mouth.

“Delicious.”

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he gasped.

With a soft groan, he fell next to her, breathing heavily. 

Y/N rested against the countertop, trying to catch her breath. Shutting her eyes momentarily, she didn’t notice how Mingi’s eyes softened, staring at her as the minutes ticked on.

Not liking the silence, he directed his attention back to her.

“Why you playing hard to get? You know this isn't just hooking up.”

She sighed steadily, remaining quiet to gather her thoughts. Was he really asking her this? Right now? Covered in chocolate syrup and cum. Cum he dripped onto tits not too long ago. 

“Mingi–“

He rolled his eyes, sitting up. “One minute you’re hot, the next cold. Do you even like me?”

“Why would I waste my time doing any of this with you if I didn’t?”

“You got a fucked up way of showing it,” he mumbled.

“Shut the fuck up, Mingi.”

He snorted, glancing at her fondly. “I’d take you seriously if you weren’t covered in chocolate and jizz.”

“I hate you so much,” she huffed.

“You don’t, but that makes me like you more.”

“Ugh.”

He really was insufferable.

Giggling, he dragged her up, kissing her lips as he nuzzled her neck. “So I’m guessing we're legit?”

“I didn’t say that,” she answered stiffly.

He pouted, giving her a nose a bop. “Don’t be like that.”

She squirmed against him, trying to feign ignorance. “Be like what?”

Mingi smacked her asscheek with a frown. “Y/N, you’re full of shit. Stop playin’ with me. You know I been feeling you for a long time.”

“I know,” she said smugly, but seeing his expression drop gave her a bit of guilt. She traced abstract lines on his bicep.

“Truth? I'm curious to see what this is for us, but…I guess I’m afraid of what could happen?”

He nodded in understanding.

“You’re afraid it won’t work out?”

“Maybe,” she answered with doubt. 

Mingi lifted her chin as he gave a reassuring smile. “The future is uncertain, but I can confidently say I’m not letting you go so easily. You’re mine. And I hope you consider me yours.”

Damn it.

“Who are you, and what have you done with Song Mingi?”

Mingi snorted as he threw his head back, laughing. Kissing her once more, he bit down on his bottom lip.

“Oh, he’s right here, doll.”

Y/N tried to mask her smile unsuccessfully but rolled her eyes.

“You get on my nerves.”

“You love it.”

Shaking her head, Y/N pecked his cheek. “Sure I do. Now how am I gonna walk back to my shop looking like this?”

He scoffed, grabbing their clothing off the floor. “Who said anything about that? I’m not finished with you yet. We’re going back to my place, where I plan to fuck you all night.”

“I–”

“Hmm? Speechless? Trust me; you won’t be, doll. You’re gonna scream my name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.”

If there was one thing Y/N was sure about Mingi, he always got his way.

[xxkitty13]

Vampire Au pt.6

Vampire Law x Human Luffy

Previous -> Part 5 Next-> Part 7

It was of course an awkward breakfast. Luffy sat in silence as his crew avoided eye contact. Their captain on the other hand, did not care, as he continued to stuff his face like nothing never happened. The obnoxious chewing is the only sound that filled the dining room.

Sanji breaks the silence by clearing his throat. “So uhhh, Luffy. . .” he mumbles, taking a puff from his cigarette.

“Hmm?” The straw hat captain whips his face towards the cook as he gobbled on a piece of meat.

“Are you okay?” he said, pointing at the numerous bite marks on his body.

“Oh, these? Hmmm, I thought they would be gone by now.” Luffy furrows his brows as he checks his limbs and torso.

Usopp looks at him in utter disgust. “What did that vampire do to you? He’s not mind controlling you, is he?”

“Well, not exactlyyy,” he trails on.

“What do you mean by that?” the snipper asked.

“Mmm, it’s complicated. He mated with me and made a bond.”

“We know that! But you’re not like a zombie, right?”

Luffy cackled, “I’m not dead Usopp. You’re funny.”

“Say, wouldn’t your skin return back to normal?” Robin asked out of curiosity. “Rubber reshapes.”

He lifts his right arm up and examines the deep indents. “Now that you mention it. . . these marks are lasting longer than usual.” Not thinking much of it, he shrugs and continues to eat.

“Who would’ve thought that vampire would be so hardcore,” Zoro snickered.

Chopper approached Luffy and inspected the teeth imprints. “Ouch, are you okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry guys, I’m fine.”

Nami sighed, “Well it looks freaky. You should tone it down a bit, you know.”

Luffy ignored her comment and continued to munch on his food. Nami of course, did not appreciate this. She sends a fork flying to his face.

“Ow, what was that for?” he groans, rubbing his forehead.

“We’re just not used to seeing our captain completely covered in bites! Do you not see yourself?”

“Eh, let him be. He clearly likes it,”— Zoro gets up from the table and walks to the exit— “besides, I’m starting to dig the vampire. He’s a much stronger training partner compared to—"

“Don’t you finish it!” Sanji yelled out.

“Where are you going Zoro?” Luffy asked, dodging Nami's complaint.

“Heading out to see this island.”

“Okay! By the way, where’s the rest of the crew?”

“They’re at the dock, the Heart Pirates are managing repairs with them. Also, Law is out there,” Zoro teases.

“Oh, he is!”

With that Luffy barges out the dining room. Leaving the rest of the Straw Hats appalled.

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Both the Heart and Straw Hat pirates show off their gadgets on their ships. Franky was in awe at the technological equipment inside of the Polar Tang. Shachi and Penguin made sure to boast about every minute detail on board.

Law stands at bay, observing the pirates mingle with one another. As he listens to the crashing waves of the ocean, an approaching clacking sound catches his attention.

"Torao!"

The vampire begins to face the voice of his mate but is instantly thrown onto the sandy beach. He grunts at the impact and was about to scold his lover before opening his eyes to the warmth of his life. Luffy looks down at him with a wide toothy grin, embracing the taller male. A smile that Law cannot resist.

"You didn't have to be so rough," Law sighed, cusping Luffy's face.

The straw hat chuckled, placing his hand over Law's. "I'm sure you're tough enough to take a tumble."

"Sure." He playfully rolled his eyes.

Law sits up, placing Luffy on his lap. That's when he noticed all the bite marks on his body. "Oh, how are you feeling? I didn't realize I bit you that hard," he says, running his finger over his bitten arm.

"Everybody keeps asking me that, but I feel fine."

"Oi, captain! Oh. . ."—Penguin's face turns a deep shade of red— "I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff. . ."

Embarrassed, Law swiftly removes Luffy from his lap and stands in front of him. "Tsk, nobody asked you."

"Oh, sorry. I just wanted to let you know that we're having technical difficulties with our navigation system."

"Bepo is having issues fixing it?"

Penguin nods.

"Tsk, this isn't good."

Luffy peaks from behind. "What's going on?"

"We can't sail if our navigation system is broken. It's our eyes when we're submerged."

"Sailing?"

"Law didn't tell you? He's finally ending his hiatus."

The vampire gawked, giving a death glare to his subordinate.

"What? I didn't think it would be this soon," Luffy gasped in excitement.

"Well, not if the system isn't fixed," he muttered.

"Ah, is Franky onboard your sub? He should be able to help," Luffy says.

Law rubbed his chin. "Is that so?"

"Oh yeah, the cyborg is pretty crafty. I'm sure he will be able to help Bepo out," Penguin replies.

"Still, I need to see what's going on,"— he turns his gaze to Luffy— "come on, I know Bepo showed you the sub, but I'll give you a proper tour of it."

The straw hat's eyes glimmer in joy. "Then what are we waiting for?" He grabs Law's and Penguin's hands and drags them to the docked submarine. The two men brace themselves as they're hauled across the beach. Reaching the edge of the shore, Luffy jumps on the deck and throws the men on board. They groan as their bodies land on the solid flooring.

"Ouch Luffy, you didn't have to do that," Penguin moans.

"Oh, sorry," he giggled.

“Hurry up, I’m dying to go inside.”

“Yeah, like weren’t just slammed onto the deck,” Law huffs, getting up from the floor.

“You’ll be fine,” Luffy grinned.

Once recovered, they finally enter inside the Polar Tang. The straw hat stares at the high tech machinery that builds the inside of the submarine. He looks in awe, geeking at the cool layout. “Wow, everything seems complicated,” he says examining the metal material. He goes to touch the lit buttons on the wall and Law immediately slaps his hand.

“You can’t just press buttons.”

“Why not?”

Law facepalms and guides him to the navigation unit of the submarine. With even more complex systems and high level machinery, Luffy is stoked.

“Ah, so cool!”

“Luffy?” Franky says, stopping his work to face the voice.

Everyone in the navigation room stopped their tracks and face the two captains. Bepo is delighted to see Law and goes to hug his captain. "Captain! Are you okay?" he says squeezing the vampire tightly.

"Yes, I'm fine,"— Law managed to free himself— "Why do you ask?"

The polar bear looked at him and then Luffy. "Uhhh." His face turns red as he turns his gaze to the floor.

"Everyone heard you two last night," Shachi blurts out. The rest of the Heart Pirates burst out in laughter, including Franky. "You two were a moaning mess."

Not wanting to hear another word, Law immediately shambles out of there with Luffy.

In his headquarters, Law bangs his head on the metal walls of the room. Luffy managed to land a soft landing on his bed. "Hey, what was that for? I still wanted to look at the cool equipment," he exclaims. The vampire continued to bang his head, taking Luffy by surprise.

“Torao, it’s okay. They were just teasing.”

"Everyone knows about our intimate matters."

"Weren't you the one who wanted everyone to hear?"

"Tsk, shut up." He removes his hat and runs his hands through his hair. Luffy pouts at his comment and Law sighs. "I may have let myself go last night."

The straw hat grins and extends his arms to grab the vampire. He reels him towards him, making Law lay above him. "You don't say," Luffy says, displaying the multiple bite marks on his body. Law winced by looking at his bites, feeling guilty. "It's fine Torao. I had fun."

Towering over his slim figure, the vampire nuzzles his face. "Huh, you're a freaky little man." Luffy laughs and wraps his extended arms around him. He takes the chance to look around the room they're in. The walls are built from the same metal material as the rest of the submarine. Shelves with books and decor fill the space. Like his castle, souvenirs of his journeys are displayed across the shelves and walls.

"Say, why did you stop sailing?"

Law takes a brief pause before kissing his forehead.

"I was afraid."

Intrigued, Luffy furrowed his brows. "Afraid?" he repeats.

"I've lost my family a long time ago, speaking of it brings back painful memories. . ."

"Oh, I'm sorry, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"No, it's okay. It's just hard to dwell on the past." He holds his mate in a deep embrace and gently rubs his arm.

"My whole city was massacred due to this contagious disease, called White lead disease. There is no cure for it, and it is fatal. The government exterminated everyone, but me. I don't know how I managed to survive, but I was so distraught that I seeked the now tyrant, Doflamingo."

"Doflamingo?"

"I was stupid, I should have never sought that man, but I would have never met him."

"Him?"

"His brother, Corazon. He's the one who helped me sub come the disease by giving me the Op-Op fruit; however. . ."— his breath shaky— "he was killed for saving me, by his own damn brother." His fist grip the bed sheets. "I hate him. He took my last hope for life."

Luffy cusps his face and pecks his lips. "You have a crew that adores you, wouldn't that be something to live for."

He gives him a weak smile. "Precisely, especially now that I have you." His hand caresses his cheek, stroking his scar with his thumb. "I don't want him taking the people I love away from me again."

"He won't. I'll make sure of it."

Law, felt a heavy weight be released off his shoulders as he felt himself be truly free in his arms. Exactly what he needed after all these years.

"Do you want to go again?" Luffy says out the blue.

Dumbfounded, Law looks at him puzzled. "Again? Are you not worn out from last night?"

His mate gives him a daring smirk. "Are you? Don't tell me you're too weak to go another round,” he snickers.

"Weak?" The vampire's eye twitches in annoyance. "I'll show you who's truly weak once I'm done with you."

In a swift motion, Law pulls Luffy's shorts down his legs, revealing his cute boxers. He takes no time in ripping them off and exposing his soft member. "Aw, look at you," he teases.

Luffy pouts at his remark. "I can make it bigger than yours."

Law ignored his comment and grabbed the soft member. It takes a few seconds for the vampire to feel Luffy’s blood rush down his groin, making his cock harden. At that moment, he goes down on his mate.

“Ah,” Luffy hitched at Law’s warm mouth engulf him whole. He hums as he bobbles on his needy erection.

The straw hat bucks his hips, fucking the vampire in the mouth. It almost made Law gag, but he was determined to continue sucking him dry. Law is careful to not cut Luffy with his sharp fangs as he roughly bucks up. He doesn't mind the straw hat's impatience and instead feeds to it. Using his hands, he gently pumps the base of the shaft.

"M-more," Luffy moans in pure ecstasy. He bucks harder, letting his cock hit the vampire's throat. It is risky, to be cut, but he does not care.

The vampire goes to fondle his ball, cupping them with enough pressure to add to the pleasure. The loving tension makes the human mewl as he throws his head back. Law opens his eyes to watch the erotic scene. He chuckles to himself knowing that his next move will bring his mate to cum.

Using one hand, he cups his ass and trails his thumb to his hole. He pushes it in and feels his digit be swallowed by the hot walls. Bobbing down on the swollen erection, he fingers Luffy and hums to match his pretty moans.

Luffy's core becomes increasingly tight as he loses his ability to think clearly. The one thing he wants is to chase that high. Law continues to work his magic with his large hands and hot mouth. It all becomes too much to bear. No longer holding back, Luffy shoots his hot cum in Law’s mouth. The taste is rather salty and bitter due to his diet, nevertheless, he swallows every last drop.

“Torao, that was amazing,” he pants.

Law clears his throat as he wipes the salvia off his lips. "That was quick."

"Mmm, shut up."

He laughs at his remark.

"Let's clean you up, I'm sure our crew will ask about us soon."

.𖥔 ݁ ˖౨ৎ.𖥔 ݁ ˖-`♡´-.𖥔 ݁ ˖౨ৎ.𖥔 ݁

The navigation system was shortly fixed, and Law made sure to shut anyone up who brought up last night's events. That being said, it did not keep Shachi and Penguin from pestering him. When it came to the Straw Hats, they only added the events to the continuing growing list of odd things they've endured with their captain.

As the Heart Pirates make their final touches to the Polar Tang, the Straw Hats enjoyed the evening on the sandy beach. Law stands before his yellow submarine and ponders about the ocean. They are to depart in a few days, but he no longer desires to hide. He turns to face Luffy and his crew, who partake in a game of volleyball. They all seem free. It is time to make a decision.

"We should leave right this instant."

The pirates all look at Law. Nobody was more surprised than his crew. The Heart Pirates all look in dismay at his words.

"Then what are we waiting for," Luffy grinned, launching the volleyball over the net and knocking Franky down in the process.

"Captain, are you sure?" Bepo said.

Law did not look at his navigator and only smiled. Bepo understood what that meant and saluted. "Aye-aye captain. We will prepare the sub right away."

"Luffy are we really leaving?" Nami asked, a bit annoyed by the sudden request.

"Why not? This island got a bit boring, it's time we move to our next destination."

Jinbe, who was already onboard the Sunny, calls out to Law. "You do know that you will lose your warlord status once the World Government finds out about the alliance."

"I know that. I never cared for that title anyway."

Jinbe's lips curled. "I see," he cackled.

Zoro approached Jinbe and yawns. "See, I told you Luffy made the right choice," he smirks. The fishman nods in agreement. "Now I wonder how long his sanity will last with our captain." The swordsman snickers to himself knowing Law has not seen the chaos of a mess they are as pirates.

It did not take long for both ships to be ready for departure.

"We should get going, a storm will be approaching soon," Nami yelled out.

Law takes one last look at his castle. It is time to finish what he started and that is to take down Doflamingo once and for all. He turns to face the Sunny, where Luffy sits on the lion's head. The straw hat turns his gaze towards him, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Everyone, prepare to sail!" Law commands.

"Aye-aye captain!" The Heart Pirates respond back.

Law teleports himself to the deck of the Polar Tang and takes hold of the helm. As both ships leave the dock, Law stares at the horizon of the setting sun. He closes his eyes and lets the salty breeze of the sea hit his face. It has been so long, he opens his eyes once again, now more determined to reach his true goal. Before long, the island is no longer seen.

A new adventure begins.

[dreadsuitsamus]

Quiet Night In | Kensei Muguruma x Reader |

author's note: this is a little dabble into the bodyguard idea i had a couple weeks ago!

pairing: kensei muguruma x fem!reader

warnings: bodyguard au, bodyguard kensei, socialite reader, no smut but very suggestive at the end, MINORS DNI

"I thought I told you to dress casually, Kensei." The party is loud, the bass booming and the drunks singing— and he's not having a good time, judging by the bulging vein throbbing at his temple and the way his jaw looks screwed shut and particularly sharp tonight.

Kensei's silver brows are knitted together tightly and his eyes are closed as he leans against the wall, one boot-clad foot propped up against it as his large, muscled arms cross over his broad chest. "I am."

"You look like a drill sergeant!" You tug at the hem of his tank top with a tsk on your tongue, shaking your head at your dear bodyguard's inability to relax. He's got a night off at a luxurious party with food, drinks, women and more all around him, and he's sulking in the corner like he's on duty.

"I was."

You huff and cross your arms, scowling at the large man. He's never been a chatty type, not at all, but these two-word responses are annoying. "I don't think I've ever seen you with this big of a stick up your ass."

It's hardly possible, but that vein bulges against his hot skin even more as you pluck his every last nerve. "I'm only here at your request, brat! If you really think this is how I relax, you're as dumb as that guy that tried hitting on you earlier."

"You saw that?" Embarrassment flushes your cheeks with heat. He's been sulking in the corner for an hour and had his eyes closed the entire time. How on earth could he have known about that man's poor attempt at flirting??

"I see everything. Like that your shoe is untied."

A soft gasp passes between your lips, but as you catch the glimpse of the pretty pink nail polish on your toes just as Kensei starts to laugh, heat creeps up the back of your neck and you swat at his large bicep. "Asshole."

He shrugs, unbothered by your embarrassment or the way you strike him. Your touch is largely soft and he thinks babies have hit him harder. "Gotta make some fun for myself somehow."

"So your idea of fun is teasing me instead of boozing, dancing and enjoying the people around you?" Your life as a socialite is pretty much just that; you've been curated to enjoy this type of scene all your life, and the idea of something else, something far less exciting and social being fun is just odd.

"That's one of them." Kensei's fingers flex tightly around his arms, his eyes still frustratingly closed, and you take the time to hum appreciatively at how good he looks in a tank top. Normally he's dressed in a suit when he's on duty and faithfully by your side to protect you, and even now as he's meant to be off the clock, it seems he'd rather make himself available as your bodyguard still, even without pay.

He can be a bit of a jerk, but you've truly never had a better guard.

"Tell me what a fun night is for you, Kensei. I'm intrigued now."

"I'd rather show you." And it seems his back can be non-surgically removed from the wall as he pushes off, opening his warm eyes that often betray all his secrets of mirth and hurt despite the stony mask he wears.

Two of Kensei's fingers poke your forehead, knocking you just enough off balance to make your stiletto wobble and have Kensei laugh as you grip his strong forearm to steady yourself. "See what happens when you wear stupid shoes?"

"As long as I have you around to lean on, I won't fall. And besides, these shoes make my ass look fantastic."

Tch, Kensei thinks to himself as he ignores the burning warmth around his heart and walks out to the car with your arm wrapped securely in his, you don't need the shoes for that.

Kensei's apartment is much nicer than you expected, not due to any sort of financial status but rather in the way he doesn't seem like he knows what the color chartreuse actually is. A penthouse is also not at all what you thought he'd be living in, but the view of the city lights from the sectional on the balcony is dazzling as he prepares two glasses of wine inside.

"Not bad for a bodyguard, mm?" Kensei says over the rim of his glass once you've taken hold on your own. Your eyes meet for a moment as you take in the wine's fragrance, humming with approval at your bodyguard's taste.

"It's definitely not what I expected." You tip the glass and experience the wine's flavor, though your senses aren't truly tuned in to the glass. No, it's your eyes that demand every functioning brain cell you possess, and they're quite liking the way Kensei's strong fingers hold the stem of the glass so carefully and with an air of sophistication you haven't quite seen from him before. He was a high ranking officer in the military at one point, after all, and you suspect he's had his fair share of galas and dinners to attend and be presentable for. "Though you've always defied any ideas I ever had of you."

Kensei's lips curl into a bit of a smirk, one of his brows arching curiously. He takes the chance to have some more of his wine instead of responding, though the gears in his mind turn as he attempts fathoming your original ideals of him.

He loves being defiant.

"So is this it?" You hum before another pull of wine, your tongue swiping the length of your lower lip as your expectant gaze finds Kensei.

"Just about." He does, however, lean over to flick on a little radio that belts out slow jazz, which is yet another thing you didn't expect from him. You've seen him work out before, you've worked out with him several times, and it's heavy metal as expected during the grind. Something smooth and yet still powerful and even sexy… It somehow makes all the sense in the world, yet you never thought the two dots would connect.

"Hmm… It's not exactly exciting."

"You underestimate the power of the point." Kensei's warm-colored eyes roll and the way he slowly twirls the little volume knob between his fingers has a threatening haze lingering at the back of your mind that forces a light grazing of your teeth over your glossed lip. "Have you never taken time to relax?"

"There is no time to relax, Kensei. You should know! You're always with me, everywhere I go." The tight straps of your sexy heels start to ache, your poor feet ready to burst out of the stylish stilettos. And you indulge yourself, quickly tugging the leather from the loops and freeing yourself with a great sigh of relief. "There. That's relaxing for me." Your painted toes wiggle, though the strain in your calves doesn't ease up.

"And yet I bet if you got up right now, you'd fall right back down with a cramp."

"Beauty is pain." Kensei finds the way you shrug off such a stupid saying mildly infuriating, and as such he takes hold of your ankle, his strong fingers tugging your toned leg with ease to sprawl over his lap. Your squeak, not of protest but rather surprise, is quickly shushed as your guard squeezes various parts of your leg, finding the whole thing to be oddly tense. Though he supposes he's never had to accompany you to any spa, so perhaps it's not so unusual. You're quite the workaholic, despite his typical views of what 'work' is and your lifestyle not quite aligning as the same.

"You were a few steps away from a nasty charley horse." He mutters, removing his orange fingerless gloves and feeling your smooth, hairless skin beneath his palms entirely. His thumb presses harshly against the taut muscle and you flinch, kicking lightly against his thick chest. It's nothing to him though, as if you didn't strike at all while he massages and relaxes all the pent-up tension and eases you into a near-lethargic state.

Your eyelids grow heavy as a nice breeze washes over, the ease Kensei's working into your muscles beginning to develop an uneasy wetness between your thighs. Sleeping with your bodyguard is a no, surely, but the urge to defy such a boundary is only fueled by just how good his hands make you feel. Swallowing thickly, you allow a deep few breaths before you even dare to speak.

"So where did you learn to be so good with your hands?"

"Natural born talent." Hot palms graze the length of your leg, stopping just short of your rather small dress. The hammering of his heart in his chest is heavy as the scent of your pretty perfume blows his way, wrapping his head in a haze of wanting to feel more and more of your silky skin under his hands, his chest, his mouth…

Damn it, Muguruma! This is so low of you! Kensei's inner monologue demands of him, urging him to stop touching you and stop thinking about getting you naked, and to stop getting hard, little by little as you hum and groan and shift further into the cushions and that little black dress exposes just a little bit more of your glowing, pretty skin…

"Can you do this one too?" Your neglected leg is hardly up a second at all before he's wrapping his hand around your calf, using the same ministrations as he had before while you hook your other leg over his strong, broad shoulders.

"Oh!" The outburst catches you by surprise as Kensei's thumb finds a particular spot that lights up your libido just as much as your muscles. Embarrassed, you turn your head and hide in the palm of your hand. "I… didn't realize how tense I was."

Kensei's will absolutely crumbles at your sound, the involuntary mewl that escaped your lips forcing a twitch out of his cock that's starting to feel quite warmed up. His deep voice is strained, nearly hoarse now as his brown eyes flick to your direction— and he's never quite fucked up like this before, as your panties call his name in a velvety tone he can actually almost hear; he's lost his goddamned mind because of you!

"Happens to the best of us." His reply comes far too late, and he's still staring at your clothed cunt, the pervert. His flushed cheeks at least have the decency to be abashed, and those sinful fingers inch up the length of your thigh, rubbing small circles into the flesh instead of sinking his teeth into it like he would prefer. "You should stretch more so this doesn't happen again."

"Hmm… Like this?" Flexibility isn't something you lack, and it's with ease that you lean forward with a smirk on those glossy lips, touching your toes and bumping the tip of your nose against the cut of his jaw. Kensei inhales sharply with a groan, the pressure of your leg pressing right onto his erection and then he snaps— before you know it, he's bent you in half with your ankles to your ears and his bulge pressed to your sopping cunt.

"I really can't fuck a client." He hisses, the thick desire on his breath tickling your neck with goosebumps. "So stop it, brat."

Your nails play with the short, silver hair on his scalp and you merely smirk back with a roll of your hips that forces a beautiful, breathtaking, slutty moan from your bodyguard.

"Well in that case, Kensei, you're fired."

Mischief pulls at Kensei's features, his smirk up to no good and those brown eyes give away every little detail as usual: he's never been fired before, and will do anything to get his job back.

[the-curious-cat24]

Food for Thought (Gojohime AU)

Utahime is at the right age to get married and have her own family, at 32 years old, her parents wants her to find a man and get married, give them grandchildren, some of her colleagues and friends are having their own family. Peer pressure and the feeling of being left out whenever there is a family gathering or her friends no longer join her saturday night outs due to taking care of their children. Except Shoko her beautiful and kind junior who is now a Doctor who always shares her time with her and going out with her, Shoko is always there with her. She is younger than Utahime and having friends with benefits with Geto, her high school class mate  and friend, they are cool with their relationship (even though they’ve been together for almost 10 years already) Utahime don’t see Shoko having a hard time in dating. 

One night as they are having their girls night out with Mei Mei and Shoko, Utahime talks about having someone to impregnate her and get done with the demands from her parents, all they want is to have a grandchild right? and Utahime has been thinking for a long time as well, since she is not getting younger, she also wants to have a child, someone she can nurture and love unconditionally, she may not admit it but she feels envious seeing her colleagues at work talking about their children, the pictures and all. She has not picture herself out of having a husband, due to an accident, there is a lingering scar on her face, and she knew that some men find it unattractive. 

“You are being pessimistic again Hime” Shoko sighs as she drinks her glass of beer “You are beautiful and you will find a sperm donor in any seconds” 

“What a weird way of complimenting her Shoko” Mei Mei taps Shoko’s forehead lightly “Anyway, Hime are you really sure of not giving a chance to go dating? you really want to get knock up by stranger?” 

“Knock up by a stranger?” a deep voice coming from behind startled the girls and look at their back. 

“Geto, what took you so long to come here?” Shoko move her bag from the empty seat and gestures the young man to sit beside her

“Sorry Shoko, I am with Satoru right now and he is joining us today” Geto move towards his seat and standing behind him is Gojo Satoru, His white hair stands out from the crowd and with his signature sunglasses and a black biker jacket with black shirt underneath, he is stunning and beautiful as ever. 

“What is this ‘knock up by a stranger?’ you talking about?” Gojo sits beside Utahime without waiting for her approval and by the looks of her annoyed face, he is liking the reaction already. 

“None of your business Gojo” Utahime ‘tsk’ as she finish her glass of beer. 

Without knowing, two pair of eyes looking at them with mischievous look on their faces and a plan is already formulating as seeing the two starts talking to each other. Shoko knows that look from Mei Mei and nods her head with agreement. This will be an interesting night, Shoko thought as she raise her hand and order for  another glass of beer. 

TBC

[topazshadowwolf]

GoopTales Part 16

Nightmare returns home from his mission with Sci

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16(you are here)

AO3: Ch 1 (1-4), Ch 2 (4-8), Ch 3 (9-12), Ch 4 (13-16)

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With Sci feeling like he had a better grasp of the potion and how to reverse it, Nightmare dropped the scientist off in his lab. The over-the-top display of hugging and kissing his lab and equipment while apologizing for being gone for so long was mildly amusing, at best. Rolling his eyelight at the scene, Nightmare left for home.

It was silent in his castle. He thought for sure he would have heard Killer at least…

He looked at his pocket watch and saw it was past 1300 or 1 pm. Perhaps it was so quiet because they were still having lunch? Testing this theory, he went to the kitchen but saw it was empty. There was evidence that someone had been there, as some dishes were soaking in the sink, but that was all.

Frowning, Nightmare stepped back into the hall. Where were they? He trusted Lyra but couldn’t help but worry… for her and his boys. Searching for the nearest source of emotions, he found them. They were all outside. The bitterness of positive emotions resulted in a soft “tsk” even if he was happy they were feeling good.

Melding into the shadows, he made his way to them and reformed a short distance away before walking up. Before him, he saw that Lyra had set out a large blanket she was sitting on. Horror was cuddled on her lap, napping. Ferrous was curled up with Dust snuggled against him, though he was awake and watching Killer and Cross running around. Those two were chasing those blasted butterflies the boys had insisted on bringing home from a dying AU nearly a year ago.

“Be careful not to damage their wings,” Lyra said. The two chimed back that they would be careful at the same time.

It was… cute… domestic…

He hated to ruin the scene, but he needed to let her know he was back.

“It would be an acceptable loss if they did damage a few… those things have started taking over,” Nightmare huffed. 

Dust looked at him with wide eye sockets, a hint of fear was present until he recognized who was speaking. He started fidgeting with the striped tee shirt Lyra had dressed him in. Looking around, he saw that Killer was in red and white, Horror was blue and white, Dust was green and white, and Cross was black and white. That would be far easier to figure out which is which.

“That just means you need to rebuild the ecosystem of your home,” She chuckled softly.

Nightmare hummed thoughtfully, then grinned. “Are you hinting that my home is out of balance?”

“I may,” She said with a smile.

“Once things have… settled, perhaps I will consider making this a proper ecosystem,” He replied.

“In the meantime, would you like some lunch? There is plenty left over, as the boys were hoping you would be back in time to join us,” Lyra said with a smile.

“mr. night!” Two young voices yelled as Cross and Killer came running over. Dust snuggled tighter against Ferrous, and Horror yawned before he nuzzled his face against Lyra.

“you’re back! we missed you sooooooooooooooooooooooooo-” The “o” just kept going for a surprising amount of time from Killer.

“you gotta have some lunch! you are hungry, right?” Cross said as he grabbed Nightmare’s hand and “pulled” the dark guardian over to the blanket. “here, sit, i’ll make you a plate!” He happily announced as Killer started gasping for air.

“-oooo… much!” Killer finished between gasps.

“I did not think I was gone that long,” Nightmare replied with amusement in his tone.

“you were gone for-e-ver!” Killer stated while accenting each syllable.

That made Nightmare chuckle as he used a tendril to pick up the exaggerating child. “If I truly were gone for-e-ver, then I would not be back now,” He said as Killer squealed and started laughing.

Lyra helped Cross get food on a plate as Nightmare sat down with Killer playfully climbing and wiggling around his tentacles like a jungle gym. Dust then crawled over and leaned against Nightmare with a contented sigh. “we did miss you….” He said softly. “we only just met… but it’s like i’ve known you longer.”

“uh-huh!” Killer confirmed as he wiggled his way to Nightmare’s shoulder. The wiggly child then flopped over Nightmare’s shoulder like a towel.

“What are you doing?” Nightmare asked Killer as Cross handed him a plate. “Thank you, Cross.”

“just hangin’ out… oh! try the potato salad! it’s really good!” Killer said as he wiggled around more, standing on a tentacle while leaning over Nightmare’s shoulder to watch what he ate.

“Hmmm, I suppose I will, but not with you leering over my shoulder,” Nightmare replied before a tendril wrapped around Killer’s midsection. He lifted the child off of himself and placed him on his back on the ground. Nightmare started to eat as another tendril then started a tickling assault on the child, remembering that those areas on the feet and under the arms were very ticklish when he and his brother would get into tickling fights.

Sure enough, Killer started to squeal in protest before bursting into unstoppable laughter. He tried to get out a “stop,” but Nightmare sipped his juice casually, “Hmmm? Sorry, I did not hear that.”

Both Cross and Horror watched with giant smiles on their faces, but Dust tugged on his jacket. “please, mr. night… don’t hurt him anymore….”

worry, concern, fear

“I am not hurting him, Dust,” Nightmare said while putting an arm around the small child.

He ended his ‘merciless’ attack on Killer, and the child wheezed and lied there, dazed from laughing but with a smile. Cross then jumped forward and grabbed the tentacle with a laugh. “don’t worry, killer! i’ll avenge you!”

“Oh, will you?” Nightmare mused as Cross pinned down the tentacle and tried to tickle it. He wasn’t expecting to feel much, but those tiny fingers did send a ticklish sensation traveling through the odd limb. It flinched and then started to squirm. That will not do, so Nightmare grabbed Cross with another tendril and proceeded to give him the same treatment he did Killer.

Horror excused himself from Lyra and ran over to help cross. Unfortunately, he forgot there were more tendrils, and another grabbed him. The two children were now squealing and laughing as they rolled around on the blanket.

The positive emotions they emitted stung… but he enjoyed watching them so happy and carefree. Even Lyra started to laugh at the silly little scene of childish joy. All the while, Nightmare casually ate his lunch. Dust grew more curious, but that concern was still there as he didn’t understand what was happening.

“oh no! it’s the tickler!” Killer wheezed as he started to stand up.

“That I am,” Nightmare replied as he pinned Killer down again. Killer seemed prepared and wiggled free and began to tickle the limb.

“Ah! A crafty one we have here!” Nightmare grabbed Killer from behind with a different limb, which started its own attack. Killer still held to the tendril he caught but was so distracted he could not begin tickling. Good… they didn’t need to know he was apparently ticklish after all.

“dust! help!” Squealed Cross. And that did not settle any of Dust’s nerves.

“mr night?” Dust softly pleaded.

Nightmare began to set his plate aside, but Lyra offered to take it. Handing it over, he used the arm around Dust to pull the child onto his lap. Dust squeaked, and Nightmare smiled down at him. 

“I think it is time for you to learn what tickling is. I would say to relax, but you will naturally try to wiggle and squirm. Such is the game of tickling. But I will say, you just need to trust me. Do you?” Nightmare asked.

When Dust slowly nodded his head, Nightmare got a slightly fiendish grin as he wiggled his fingers and then began to tickle Dust’s feet. Sure enough, the child squeaked again and then started to laugh as he began to kick and wiggle.  “No escaping, not yet,” Nightmare teased as he moved his fingers under Dust’s arms, allowing him to better hold the child in place.

Once each child seemed exhausted entirely from laughing, Nightmare eased up on all of them and then took his plate back from Lyra. “I suppose that is one way to calm a roundy group,” She mused, and he just grinned as he started to eat.

“It was how I would get Dream to settle down at times,” Nightmare replied.

“Is that so? And what about you?” She asked.

“I am no longer ticklish,” He replied.

She coaxed a tendril to curl around her hand, then softly touched it with her other. Again, Nightmare felt a ticklish sensation travel through it and to his spine. They have always felt so numb to touch before. He was aware of touch but nothing so delicate and nothing like that. 

That’s when it dawned on him. Intent! No one has intended to tickle him in years. Most physical contact he has is limited to violent attacks and what gentle interactions he might have with his gang or Lyra. Something as playful as tickling, he has not experienced since he was very young.

“I do not know, Nightmare, this limb is squirming like the children were,” She teased. “You might not be squealing and laughing, but I can see you feel something.”

Annoyed she was reading him so well, Nightmare pulled the limb away. “Nonsense. It is simply reacting to a new sensation,” He huffed.

“Hmmm, I am not sure I believe you. I suspect this will be something to investigate further… at a later time… when you least expect,” She teased.

He inwardly denied he was blushing at that, even if his face was warm, “Here I am, trying to eat my lunch, and I am being threatened with assault in my own home?”

“Does seem that way,” She said as she scooped up Cross to place on his lap next to Dust. She then picked up Killer and Horror to sit on her lap.

…

This… 

It was nice…

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[5uwabbit]

Boring class at 7, so my brain gathered…

Food for thoughts!

(Context: What ifs in role swap-ish AU, that one art of researcher Kate I did)

It would be funny if Kate was with Isaac in the oil rig. We can even count Kellyn too. 3 genius in one place but two being problems?? Bro’s gonna change the name from Team Dim Sum to Team Day Care (They can’t rid these kids cuz they’re too damn smart!). Also because crystal corruption is an interesting topic— Blake hall incident — to explore!

Not only you get Kellyn and Kate destroying the sinis trio in Isaac coding lessons, we can get Kate being silly and upgrading the tools in the office (Insert Kincaid screaming after he found out the hairspray was upgraded to razor blade 2 in 1).

Plus.. we have an interesting mix of personalities. Isaac being easily encouraged and dive right into the research not knowing what’s up. Kate as the middle ground between the other two, seems relaxed and going with the flow. Then you have Kellyn who is more critical, he tends to act on his own, a bit stubborn so they have to convince him to do things. You’re gonna be almost convinced he’s doing all this for the sake of imported, special newspaper from Fiore or other regions. He’s so unseriously serious… aka He got his own agenda and nobody in the office knows why! (Insert him sneaking around the base to find out whats up).

You bet Kate realizes something was up first because Kellyn was busy “theorizing” and “overthinking” things. (Insert her running across the hallways and stumbling into Team Dim Sum mission things). Whoops.. sorry teach.. uh.. boss?

Well typical story would be… they found out and this big show down ensues but you know what? Those three are smart minds. Yeah, Kate would pretend that it’s just a normal thing and continues to do stuff like regular. Ohhh but now Kellyn knows and they’re probably trying to convince Isaac. So wowzies, three teens plans behind the back of Team Dim Sum.

Other possibilities:

to be honest I know they can’t convince Kellyn to be a researcher. If I were Kincaid I’d look at his progress over the union and be like… tsk.. it’s a loss that I couldn’t put influence on that child. He has super great prospect, but hard to convince unlike Isaac is.

But I’m going with putting him in the lab because it’s so much funnier. I’m not missing out on him being savage to Sinis Trio (that would be hella funny).

What if we count Keith in? He got his job as a ranger and guess what? He’s breaking into the oil rig. Insert this: unexpected reassemble. Omfg you guys became nerds??? (He’s not rude, just silly like that). Now now, the showdown will be much more epic. Either

(1) it’s messy as hell. Everyone is just surprised. Maybe they ended up going back with Sven boat and bringing back important data.

(2) “Oh yeah, we were about to leave.” Keith thinking oh I’ll rescue you guys! Nahhhh we got this. Kellyn signaling Kate and Isaac to activate the showdown buttons and they just. Smoothly goes away with some diving equipments they stole from the boss. Oh shit I forgot Sven 💀 UHH maybe he’ll be driving the boat alone back.

Okay that’s it. That’s how far my brain goes. Thank you for the kind words.. I’ve been brainrotting for ages. You bet I’ll be super duper normal about them all 😭

I’m still figuring things out here hehe.. I think I’ll find out how to do a poll and do that sometimes