#he already knows what house is going to say and he's tired and h o r n y about it

[lazybakerart]

House: Wilson - Wilson:

[bluecollarmcandtf]

M O O N L I G H T ™

Chapter II

On my last sweep of the house, I check each pledge before the party. Moonlight™ is now partnered with Greek life on campus, and it's the perfect tool for hazing. As president, the app recognizes me as their manager, so I alone get to boss the mind controlled idiots around!

"Pledge!" I snap.

"Yes, brother, sir!" he barks back, yelling it loud and clear without any reservations.

I forget what his name is; Jason, maybe? As long as he's being puppetted around by the Moonlight™ app, it doesn't matter. He'll answer to anything I call him with a rigid smile and a purple stare. He might technically be asleep, but honestly I prefer underclassmen this way. They're much less annoying.

"Scrub these toilets good!" I sneer enjoying the way he hangs on my every word, "You're the janitor for Delt-Ep-Phi's party tonight! I don't want to see any shit or puke unless you're mopping it up! Got it?"

"Yes, brother, sir!"

Just like that, my obedient janitor agrees to my orders and resumes mopping like his life depends on it. At the very least, Moonlight™ has made these pledges more effective. It would have been impossible to force menial work on a freshman without getting a half-assed result. Too many of the guys at this school are rich kids from prep schools: the kind that would be mortified to be near a mop, let alone clad in some sticky maintenance uniform. I bet Jacob, or whatever the fuck his name is, would be mortified to find out that this thing hasn't been washed in years. We just keep throwing it in the closet for the next pledge we have moonlight as janitor. The only thing that makes the dank BO of the garb bearable is the accompanying scent of cleaning chemicals.

I ignore the smell and give the guy a slap on the neck, leaving him to mop the bathroom in silence. My next stop is the kitchen, where I check on my younger cousin Tristan. Tonight, he's just the dishwasher.

"Sup, dude," I say, "Grab me a beer."

"Yes, brother, sir!" he yells back like an army cadet, obediently fetching a bottle from the fridge and opening it for me.

"How's dish-duty?"

"It's amazing! I love being the dishwasher, brother, sir!" my cousin beams.

It's weird to see him like this; with glowing eyes and forced grin. The Tristan I know is charming and unbothered, normally gliding through conversation with subtle looks and gestures. He's normally got this cool style that wins over girls and intimidates guys, so it doesn't help that he's all dressed up in the frat's old dish-boy uniform. I really hate that an upperclassman wrote on his forehead. That'll make classes next week a bit awkward. I suppose it's just a normal part of hazing, and I'm not going to make an exception just because he's my family.

"You gonna be a good dishwasher for the party tonight?" I probe, taking a sip of beer.

"Yes, brother, sir!" he declares, "I'll be ready at the sink for anything that needs cleaned, and I'll be ready to refill any of my brother's drinks."

"That's right, and remember only brothers can get a refill. Girls have to ask one of us to get it from you," I make sure to clarify. It makes it a lot easier to pick up girls when they have to approach us for their next drink. If only I could use Moonlight™ on them to put them to work as the frat's strippers or something. That'd really be getting the most out of the app!

Heavy bass blares from the other room: the party's getting started. I've already spent too much time with Tristan, so I say bye to my cousin and head on out to the main area.

Standing by the door is our coat rack: his name's Kyle, and he's much better as furniture.

"Your arms tired yet, Kyle?" I sneer.

"No, brother, sir!" he grins back.

I laugh a bit when I notice someone wrote a 'kick me' message, pointing at his crotch. A guy like Kyle could definitely use a good kick in the nuts. The freshman came to our call-out with an insanely high opinion of himself. He seemed to think he had every right to get in because he was a legacy. Apparently, his dad is rich alumni so we couldn't refuse him, but that didn't make him immune to our new hazing ritual via Moonlight™. He definitely got the worst job in the house. He might not be scrubbing toilets or cleaning dishes, but his arms are sure to be sore as fuck by morning; not to mention all the kicks in the groin he's guaranteed to get!

"Are you gonna hold those coats, pledge?" I snarl in his face, getting only a cold smile in return.

"Yes, brother, sir!"

"And why is that?" I spit menacingly.

"Because I'm a coat rack, brother, sir!"

"That's right, and coat racks don't react when they get a kick in the balls, right?"

"No, brother, sir!"

With a chuckle, I swing my foot into his crotch. Kyle jerks, but his lips remain stretched across his face in a toothy grin. His body can't help but flinch at the sudden pain, but it only takes a second for Moonlight™ to reassert control. Barely a few seconds have passed and he's back, stiffly holding his arms out, sweating from the effort of being completely still.

"Thank you, brother, sir!" he manages to say. I guess one of the upperclassmen told Kyle to thank anyone who gives him a kick. That'll be a fun little party trick!

I give the guy a little slap on the face before I leave. Tonight's party is gonna be off the hook! I've still got some time before it starts, maybe I can catch a minute to relax in my room. It's not that late yet, but I'm starting to feel the effects of a long day. I'd love to just lay down, even just for a second.

Unfortunately, I fall asleep...

The next day, I wake up when my phone dings with a notification from the frat group chat...

"What the fuck!" I jump out of bed, "What is this picture?"

Though I don't want it to be true, the picture appears to be me. I'm dressed up like some stupid waiter, with the same cringe smile and glowing eyes as any the other Moonlight™ employee, but that can't be right. We only use the app on pledges! There's no way in hell any of my brothers would sign me up like this!

I rack my brain for any memory of last night's party, trying to recall any clue that'll tell me this picture is a lie. The endeavor only hurts my head, but I do notice that I feel unusually sweaty for having just gotten an entire night's rest. My arm feels sore, and my pajamas feel awkward like I was drunk pulling them on.

"Dude, you were a great manservant last night!" one text reads.

"Totally think you should quit that finance degree and be a full-time butler!"

"I could get used to you fetching us drinks and giving us foot rubs!" another adds, "We should have done this years ago!"

I stare at the texts in horror and step into my bathroom. Sure enough, I see the word 'buttler' written across my forehead in sharpie. Someone must have thought it was hilarious to draw a stupid goatee on my face as well. My eye twitches as I stare at my reflection, rage boiling up inside of me.

"Why the fuck did you do that to me!" I text back, "I'm the fucking president!" Even through the phone, my words drip with malice.

"Don't dish out what you can't take!" one replies simply, "Just a prank, bro!"

I try to slow my breaths, but my fists are clenched painfully tight. I'm gonna beat whoever's idea this was! It's one thing for us to use Moonlight™ on freshmen, but I'm a senior and I refuse to spend my last year in this frat moonlighting as a butler! I'm supposed to be getting drunk and laid at these parties! Not marching around with a bowtie and silver tray, serving drinks and whatever the fuck else!

"I wouldn't get yourself too worked up, dude," a guy texts, "You might be in control now that your awake, but remember you're at our whim the second you fall asleep. I could have you scrubbing the floor with your toothbrush tonight if you don't behave yourself. Lol."

The message makes me see red, but he's right. An overwhelming sense of helplessness falls over me. I could beat those fuckers up now, but what would that make them do later? They already wrote on my face with permanent ink! What if they made me shave my head or get a tattoo! Fuck!

This can't be legal, but honestly, I have no idea what the contract stated when we signed up for the app! How do I even go about cancelling this Moonlight™ job? The tech is so convoluted and hard to use!

In the meantime, I'll be lucky if all they make me do is serve them their drinks and do their chores. I guess I can live with that for a short while.

With a grimace of resignation, I text back, "Good one, guys."

[shinestarhwaa]

SAN NSFW ALPHABET

A - Aftercare (how is he after sex)

San is super sweet and gentle to his lover after sex, he'll ask a thousand times if they need anything and hold them in his big, strong arms.

B- Bodypart (his favourite bodypart on you)

I think we all know it can only be one thing and that is the 🍑. San loves your ass, and will touch it the entire day long, sexually or just out of love (or if he wants to be annoying).

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

Sannie loves to cum inside you and breed you like the good pet that you are-

D - Dirty secret (his dirty secret)

He loves your ass and wants to fuck it (even if he knows you won't let him, he'll still think about it cuz he be obsessed)

E - Experience (how experienced is he?)

I think San has some experience. I don't know if his bodycount is necissarily high but with the ones he did have sex with he's done a lot with soooo

F - Favourite position

Doggy style/reverse cowgirl🍑

G - Goofy (how he acts in the moment?)

This depends on the mood cuz he can be a little silly sometimes but more often than not he's serious about sexytime.

H - Hair (how groomed is he?)

He's either completely bare or he trims it for you. I cannot decide.

I - Intimacy (how passionate is he?)

San is super intimate, even if it's not about sex. He's very loving and will initiate gentle touches, naked cuddling, bathing together etc.

J - Jack off (how often does he masturbate?)

Bit more than average? 4/5 times a week? 6? 7? I don't know, it might depend on how his mood is but I think he's fairly horny most of the time lmao and he might go twice in a row-

K - Kink

San loves spanking, he wants his hands on you all the time but he won't mind a spanking if he's subby himself either👀

L - Location (what's his favourite place to have sex?)

The bedroom allows him to be most comfortable so probably that but he enjoys fooling around in the shower a lot.

M - Motivation (what keeps him going?)

Nothing's as good as the feeling of you getting more aroused.

N - NO (what is a no-go for him/turn-offs?)

He will NOT have sex with his family in the house. His family is holy and he will not stand the chance he'd get caught.

O - Oral (giving or receiving, skill etc.)

He's fairly skilled in oral and loves to give but I would say it's 50/50 because he wants his mouth on himself everyday.

P - Pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

He's usually more on the fast and rough side, he'll grope you everywhere to hold you in place and ruin you.

Q - Quickie (their opinion on quickies)

He's more a fan of long sessions but once in a while he doesn't mind it.

R - Risk (experiments, taking risks etc.)

Is a bit shy about trying new things so you might have to lead a little in that, but he's open minded.

S - Stamina (how long does he last?)

Lasts quite long, at least 3 rounds I'd say. Even if he gets tired he'll still wanna prove his strength to you.

T - Toys (do they own toys? does he use them with his partner or himself?)

I think he's the type to use toys on himself rather than on his partner (but he would occasionally! He just prefers to do the work himself). He might own a fleshlight or a dildo/vibrator if he is into that

U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

He's a tease but he cannot last long. He gives in too easily.

V - Volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make?)

Okay no cuz San can get pretty loud. Be it dirty talk or moans, groans, grunts and all the other animalistic noises escaping his mouth.

W - Wild Card (random headcanon)

San has you naked over his lap as he orders you to count the slaps he's giving your ass. It's slowly turning red and it's starting to hurt but the vibrator inside you and the willpower to make Sanie proud of you gets you going. "That's it baby? Number 10 already, aren't you such a good pet for me?"

X - X-Ray (what's going on in them pants?)

He's average to a bit bigger than average (I can't decide but this is based on a set of pics I've seen of him not wearing underwear under his sweats lol) but he's definitely thick and girthy.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sexdrive?)

Honestly, he probably has the highest sexdrive out of all the members. Even in regular videos or videos from tour theres a hint of sexual tension or arousal.

Z - ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

If he's done multiple rounds he'll fall asleep quite fast but he'll make sure that you're okay first, even if he's already half asleep.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Silver Lining 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes

Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You yawn as you look into the barren depths of your cup. Bucky sits up and rolls his shoulders, a dimple in his cheek. He looks you over as you furrow your brow curiously; do you have something on your face?

“W-what?” You bat your lashes.

“Should've got ya something with caffeine,” he says.

“Oh… little l-late,” you look over as the baristas wipe the counters. It's almost closing time, “s-s-speaking of-f.”

“Mm, yeah, I suppose,” he slides over his stapled papers, “you got all my notes. When I get back, we'll figure out the final draft and get the mic going.”

“S-sounds g-good,” you stutter and swallow another yawn. When you're tired, you can barely speak straight. “I sh-should head ou-out.”

You chomp down as yet another yawn rolls up your throat and your eyes nearly roll back. You smile as best you can and stand, grabbing your bag to pack up. He gets to his feet and pulls on his jacket.

“I'll give you a ride,” he offers.

“No, n-no, it's o-okay–”

“You shouldn't walk,” he looks outside as the night contrasts the white ground, snow still piling high.

“J-just as bad d-driving,” you comment.

“I got snow tires,” he insists, “really, I'd… I'd feel bad if you walked.”

“Y-you would?” You snort.

He gives you a look. That look. The one that warns caution. You put your hands up defenselessly.

“Fine, I-I'll let y-you drive m-me,” you surrender. “B-b-but you should know, I'm n-not that h-ho-hopeless.”

“Never said you were,” he pulls a beanie over his gray hair, “not a big fan of the cold myself.”

“Yeah, i-it probably m-makes your b-bones hurt,” you slide your arms into your coat.

“You making fun of me?” He scowls.

“No-o, I just… my st-stepdad always says–”

“It's fine. It does,” he sniffs, “cracked a few ribs playing ball in college. They never heal right.”

“Ouch,” you hook your bag on your shoulder.

“You got a curfew?” He checks his watch.

“Wh-what? I-I'm thirty,” you exclaim.

He chuckles. That takes you off guard.

“I know, I'm not too old to make jokes too.”

“Y-yeah, I w-wasn't–”

“Relax, it's fine. Better go before we're snowed in,” he leads you to the door, thanking the staff as he opens the door and waits for you to go ahead of him.

Well, there might blizzard brewing outside but he seems to be thawing.

🩶

You get home to a quiet house. Your sister, Kira, hushes you as you come upstairs, her children already asleep. She has a clay mask on as she hogs the bathroom going through her nightly routine. You dip into your room and hide.

You didn't expect them to wait up for you. That's ridiculous, but no one even asked about the job. It must be the excitement of a full house. Your sister does everything right so of course they'd want to focus on her. Maybe tomorrow.

You get in your pajamas and settle into bed. It’s hard to still your mind and the jittery energy still swirling inside of you. You put on a lofi video and let it play as you close your eyes. You have the weekend to make the last tweaks and you’ll finally be onto the next step. You hope.

You spend Saturday penned up in your room, hunched over at your desk as you go through the notes from your meeting. As the clock ticks close to noon, your phone vibes, drawing you back to the land of the living. You rub your eye sockets and groan. You need to eat.

You check your phone; you have a message. You flick your thumb up and blink at the text. It’s Bucky. You still haven’t saved him as a contact, recognising him only by the last four digits of his number.

‘Quick pitstop. Forgot to ask last night. How can I pay you?’

You chew your thumb as you think. That’s the awkward part. Even though you’re doing work, it’s still a bit strange. It isn’t like a company where the money just pops into your account on schedule. 

‘I can give details when you get back. Hate to add stress to your trip.’

You hit send and sit back, stretching your neck. Your phone buzzes again. You don’t expect a quick response.

‘Asking now. Will be heading into no reception. Wanted to pay you for scriptwork. Will pay rest after recording.’

Your stomach knots. You’re trying to be polite but you can’t deny that you could use the money. With Christmas tiptoeing closer, you should really get on gift shopping.

‘Right. I have Venmo.’

You tap the arrow and wait. He doesn’t answer right away. When he answers, it’s just the thinking emoji, followed by another text.

‘I’ll figure that out. Do I need your email or something?’

You sweep away the chat and tap into your app. You copy your payment code and paste it into the chat. You follow it with a quick message; ‘should prompt you how. If you need to wait, it’s fine.’

Thumbs up. That’s it. You accept that. To be fair, from him, it’s an improvement. It seems you’ve found a tenuous truce with him. You’ll take that if it means you’re not scooping into your savings.

You can hear your sister and mother gabbing as you leave your room. You stop at the top of the stairs and brace yourself. Things didn’t exactly leave off on the best terms.

You descend and sneak past the dining room where they sit and sort through your mother’s vast Christmas card collection. You’re careful not to draw any attention as you enter the kitchen and quietly pop a pod into the keurig and set your mug on the tray.

Your coffee brews with a grind, giving away your endeavour. You don’t look back as you hear the scuff of slippers. Kira enters and clinks her empty cup down on the counter not far from you. She couldn’t wait until you finished.

“So, how was your job? A bit late to be rushing off to work.”

“It’s f=freelance,” you say. “It’s g-g-good.”

She scoffs, “ah, well, that’s great. You can get out of mom and dad’s hair soon enough.”

“Y-yeah,” you agree, cheeks scalding with embarrassment, “w-working on i-it.”

“Oh, I’m sure. You know, Catherine called me the other day…” she mentions your previous coworker, her friend from college, “guess she got a promotion.”

You nod. She’s goading you. What does she expect you to say? Does she expect you to apologise for leaving a bad situation?

You take your cup of coffee and sidle away. She chuckles, the way she always does when you don’t feed into her drama. Her mug hits the tray heavily.

“I’ll tell her you say hi,” she preens.

You keep going without an answer. You yawn as you come upstairs and hear whispers ahead of you. You rush forward, sloshing hot coffee onto your hand as you approach your open door. Why didn’t you close it?”

As you get to the threshold, there’s a sudden clatter and you gasp. Jamie sits in your desk chair as your laptop lays face down on the floor. Casey is underneath the desk tugging on the power cord. You shriek and sloppily slam the mug onto the shelf mounted just beside the door.

“W-w-w-what are you d-d-doing?” Your emotion overwhelms your voice, “how–”

You hear footsteps rush up the stairs and Kira hisses as she marches down the hall, “shhh, my kids are sleeping.”

“No, th-they aren’t,” you hurry forward and take Jamie out of the chair. As you shoo Casey, your sister enters your room.

“Don’t hurt him,” she demands.

“Wh-what? I w-wouldnt–”

“Don’t touch my kids,” she comes forward and scoops up Casey then takes Jamie’s hand, “they’re just curious.”

You bend down to pick up your laptop. You turn it over and find lines streaked up in a spectrum. Smashed. Broken. Demolished.

“They b-broke it,” you whimper.

“Ugh, whatever,” she hauls her kids back to the door, “it’s just a computer.”

You stare at the ruins and shake your head at her back. What are you going to do?

[buccini555]

— 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝟐

︵͡ ⁺ 𝟎.𝟏 — 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡

︵͡ ⁺ 𝟎.𝟏 — 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

౨ৎ . You ended up having an argument and after they said something rude to you, you left and during the night they found you drinking in a bar with someone else

✧ 𝅄 ׁ ˳ H e a d c a n o n s !!

⁀➴ 𝑭𝒕. Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Kakucho Hitto, Manjiro Sano, Kazutora Hanemiya and Takeomi Akashi

tw: alcohol citation, alcohol abuse, fights with insults, excessive jealousy, offensive words

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

"What the hell is wrong with you? Shut the fuck up, please, you are so fuking boring, girl." Ran didn't like wasting his time on silly arguments, so he just behaved as coldly as possible, after getting tired of his attitudes, that night you went alone to a bar you used to frequent, so as not to waste your night, you asked some drinks.

After a few drinks, you were already high enough, when unexpectedly Ran finally found you, as soon as he saw you talking to a guy who by an unfortunate coincidence, belonged to a rival gang, at the same moment the tallest one went to get you, dragging you out of that bar.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Shit! Don't you get tired of giving me disappointments?" Ran said while holding you, then taking you to your house and taking care of you throughout the night.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

"You don't love anyone but yourself, you know how I feel? What the fuck!" Sanzu told you in the middle of the worst argument you and him had, getting up from that bar table and leaving, leaving you completely shaken, but, to simply not waste that night, you made the decision to order some drinks, just to calm down .

After a few bottles, you knew you had exceeded your limits, when without waiting, Sanzu returned to the place, as soon as he returned, he saw you still drinking, but to make matters worse, you were talking to one of the bosses of one of the city's gangs, Haruchiyo took a deep breath and patiently took you out of that place.

"...When you're behaving like a fucking decent person, we'll talk." Sanzu said, taking you home and making sure you were okay.

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

"Sometimes I just can't deal with you!" Kakucho definitely did his best to avoid arguments, but at that moment, he simply couldn't contain his words, it honestly hurt you, despite that, you wouldn't end your night, for that reason, he went to one of the bars that were close to your house.

After a few drinks, you were almost completely out of it, after spending a few hours looking for you, when Kakucho finally found you, you were sitting next to one of the members of one of the most dangerous gangs in the city, as soon as he saw you, Kakucho didn't hesitate to pick you up.

He remained completely silent the entire ride home, staying up all night taking care of you until you got better.

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

"I don't want to hear your voice anymore, don't you understand what I'm saying, stupid bitch?" At the height of that argument, you no longer wanted to hear him, so you just left, during the night in search of distraction, you went to one of the bars in the city, ordering some drinks.

After a few hours, you were already completely drunk, not caring about anything, when suddenly, Manjiro just walked through that door, as soon as he saw you with another guy, he definitely didn't think twice before taking you away.

"I really can't leave you alone for a second, can I?" He said as he carried you home, spending the night trying to at least take care of you.

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

"If I knew our shitty relationship was going to be hell, I would never wish I had met you." Kazutora said, being as cold as he could be, making you leave that night, despite that, you didn't want to just waste that moment, so, you went to a bar near your house.

Soon, after a few good drinks, you were already drunk enough when Kazutora showed up to get you out of that unhealthy place, realizing that you were drinking with one of the bosses of a rival gang, making him take you away at the same time.

"...I wonder if you don't think so, do you? I should never have said those things, but what the hell!" He said as he took you home, Kazutora would remain by your side throughout the night.

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

"Stop behaving like you mean something to me, you're nothing but a stupid doll to me." Was all he said before you left, Takeomi was really going to ruin your night, but in order not to waste any more time, you just went to have fun at a bar near your house.

After drinking more than you could, Takeomi felt sorry and went to look for you, but as soon as he arrived at the place, he saw you talking to a member of another gang, he immediately dragged you out of the bar by your arm, making as big a fuss as possible.

"You're nothing but stupid! I should leave you there." Takeomi said as he made you walk, taking you home and staying by your side throughout the night complaining about your behavior.

[dekus-naughty-dikon]

Naughty Puppy(NSFW)Pt.1

Izuku Midoriya x Female Reader

By: Dekus-naught-dikon

TW: sex, degrading, edging, masturbation, ‘daddy’, roughness, angst, anything else I forget.

🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤

“Y/n, I’m home,” Izuku says with a tired sigh. He doesn’t get a response like usual, looking around from the doorway he just entered, searching for any sign of you.

Walking through the house, looking in each room downstairs, he sees no sign of you. He becomes more worried the further he goes, remembering his days in UA and how villains would do anything to get to the heroes. He decides to go upstairs, hoping you are just in the shower or napping. Sure a nap at 10 pm. Getting upstairs he looks in each room till he gets closer to the bedroom you both share. He started hearing some interesting noises and get curious instead of worried. Izuku opens the door slowly peeking in, seeing you.

You, on the bed, are horizontal and doing something you know better to do. Back arched, head thrown back, mouth hung open, with your d/h(dominant hand) between your legs. Those weird noises he heard? Moans, as you rub your sweet spot in between your legs. Not realizing your surroundings or that Izuku came home an hour early because he finished his hero paperwork.

Izuku smirks sadist like slowly walking in front where your legs are open, seeing you slowly rub. His head tilts as you still have no idea he is there. Oh how cute you look but he doesn’t let that stop him from what he has planned. Seeing you arch more and rub a bit faster he gets closer catching your wrist which stops you from climaxing. You gasp from the hand knowing them from just the touch.

“I-I-Izuku!?” you say loudly looking up at him with wide eyes. Him being happy you finally realized him- even from just his hand- pins your arms above your head on the bed. “W-When did you get h-h-home?” you asked stuttering as he climbs on top of you, you are naked and he has his casual clothes on he wears after work… ‘he came home early? Why didn’t he tell me’, you thought being a flustered mess.

“Oh, just a few minutes ago, I was looking for you because I didn’t get a welcome home like normal?” he says with a mischievous tone.

He grabs the hand you were using to rub your clit and puts it in his mouth, sucking on your fingers. That alone makes you quiver and more aroused than you already were. He makes you whimper and let out a quiet gasp and moan. He smirks when your fingers make a ‘pop!’ sound comes out of his mouth.

“Hmm~, You take so good, baby girl.~,” he says lowly. “You going to tell me what got you so horny, puppy? Or do I need to find out myself?” he said lowly into your ear.

“I-I…um…I s-seen your f-fight o-on t-tv,” you say, getting more flustered and aroused. You start to remember the fight you saw him in on the news- his hero costume got burnt off, which caused him to be half-naked through the rest of the battle; he didn’t get hurt; he just lost the top of his costume. He knows that you love seeing his scars and that they turn you on, but he didn’t realize that fight would have done this to you.

“Hmm, oh, the fight? Is that all, puppy?” ask lowly, getting closer to you. “You are usually such a good girl for me, but seeing me fight made you so tempted to break a rule?” he says as he lifts getting off the top of you. He backs up, making your once warm body from his body heat cold.

“Huhhh~” he sighs, “Bad girl~,” he says lowly, looking down at you. You knew better than to touch yourself without him knowing or his permission. You're his baby girl, after all, and he comes home to you about to cum without him knowing. Now you know what you are up for tonight, as he has tomorrow off.

“Up!” he says lowly and deeply; he always talks deeper and huskier when dominant. It makes you weak and so turned on that you would do anything to hear it. You do as he says, sitting up and kneeling on the bed- facing him. “Good,” he says, looking down at you, still smirking.

“Now…” he starts, grabbing your chin gently but hard enough to make you look at him, “…Are you going to be my good girl and do as I say? Or are you still going to be a little naughty slut that needs to be taught to listen?” he says, growling at the end.

You whimper at the throbbing between your legs, feeling already overstimulated from not cumming. “Yes, Daddy,” you say, looking him in the eye. He raises an eyebrow as he isn’t pleased with the response.

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl,” you say louder and still look him in the eyes. He smiles, letting go of your chin and stroking your hair softly.

“Good,” he says, making sure not to say ‘girl’ at the end. You haven’t earned it yet. He slowly lowers his lips to yours, kissing you gently but then grabbing your hair at the right spot, making you gasp. “But you’re still getting punished, puppy; you didn’t listen to me. Now..” he says, then gets close to your ear, “I’m going make you beg to cum all over my cock while I eat, suck, and fuck that little cunt of yours.” he whispers. Licking your neck and pulling your hair back to make you look at him more.

All this puts you on the edge as you want him, and he knows that. He knows how badly you want to cum. But he doesn’t allow it because you’ve been a naughty girl.

He holds your hair into a ponytail and looks at you deep in the eyes. “Tell me, puppy, is someone thirsty?” he says deep and mischievously with a smirk. Your mouth starts to water; know what he means by saying ‘thirsty.’ He pulls your hair lightly, “Answer, puppy.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you say, gasping as he pulls your hair after. “Yes, Daddy, I’m thirsty, I’m really, really thirsty, Daddy,” you say, almost moaning from his grip on your hair.

“What do you want to drink puppy?” he asks deeply.

“Your cum, Daddy, please,” you say almost desperately. He smirks at the nearly desperate tone in your voice. He sits up straight, his waist and opening of his pants in front of you. Your hair is still in his hands like it’s your hair tie. He tugs your hair to make your eyes meet his.

“Look at you so desperate for my cum; it’s so cute. Tell me, puppy, what do you want to do to Daddy for his cum?” he asks deeply and gently. Looking at you and stroking your cheek with his other hand.

“Please let me suck it, Daddy,” you say, looking at him with puppy eyes and breathing heavily as you become more overstimulated by the second. He smiles down at you using the hand that was stroking your cheek to your lips, rubbing his fingers down to your chin, making your lips move with the motion of his thumb.

“And why should I let you?” he asks with amusement. “You’ve been a bad girl, yes?” you shake your head yes to respond. “Mhm, so why should you be allowed to suck Daddy’s cock when he could make himself cum?” he asked teasingly. He wants you to do as badly as you do, but he must ensure you get punished.

“I-I... I’ve been a bad girl. I don’t deserve to suck daddy’s cock.” you say, looking at him with his thumb still on your chin, hand holding it gently.

“Exactly, puppy, you’ve been a naughty girl. Bad girls don’t get to suck their daddy's cock, do they? No, they get throat fucked and taught a lesson, right puppy?” he says lowly and sternly.

“Yes, Daddy, bad girls get their throat fucked. Please fuck my throat, Daddy,” you say, almost begging and trying to control yourself so you don’t rub your legs together for friction.

“Oh puppy, look at you, beg. So cute. You will suck Daddy’s cock and get your throat fucked. Such a naughty little slut for Daddy.” he says deeper and sternly. You shake your head, yes, breathing more heavily. “Awe~ look are pant like a little puppy. Go on, puppy, take daddy’s cock out and show him you can be a good little slut.” he says with a smirk looking at you.

You do as told and start to undo his pants, pulling his cock out and having it almost slap your cheek. You open your mouth, licking the precum off his cock, then slowly placing it in your mouth. Sucking the head so tenderly, making sure to suck all the precum that comes out. He groans lowly, gripping your hair tighter. This makes you lightly moan on his cock head, and you hear a gasp from him.

“Suck a good little cocksucker, aren’t you?” he says, moaning lightly as you still suck his head. You go deeper, deepthroating his cock in a way to respond ‘yes,’ making him groan and growl in pleasure. “Fuck, look at you, taking all of daddy’s cock- mmm.~,” he says with a low moan. You suck his cock for a few more seconds, swirling your tongue around his head every time you bob up. He moans more and growls in pleasure as you do this.

“Fuck,” he says, growling. He pulls your hair tighter, pulling your mouth almost off his cock, “Tell me, puppy,” he says, and he slowly starts to thrust his hips, “…tell me why exactly did my fight turn you on so much?” he asks fucking your throat slowly. “Was it the fact I was shirtless?” he says, going faster. “Or was it because I was beating up someone?” he says, going faster and harder. “Tell me, puppy,” he growls fucking your throat at a medium pace and hard enough for it to make a ‘pop’ sound with each thrust. You sit on your knees, looking up at him sucking his cock while he faces fucks you lightly. “Tell daddy,” he goes faster, hitting the back of his throat multiple times now, as he wasn’t going all the way at first. “Why,” thrusting then pulling back as he says, “did you,” thrust harder, “break,” thrusting harder and faster, almost making you choke, “Daddy’s,” he moans as he started thrusting faster, “fucking,” thrusting hard enough to make tears begin to form- you don’t mind as you love the way he faces fucks you, “rules?!” he thrusts so hard it makes you choke and tears run down your face. You hum on his cock to make sure to tell him you are okay as he gets worried he will be too rough. He breathes heavily and faces fucking you so hard, and short tears run down your face, and you gag ever so often, making him closer. He pulls your hair tighter so he can face fuck you more.

“Oh, look at you,” he says, moaning and groaning, “Good slut, such a good little slut for me,” he says while face fucking you. “You want to drink daddy's cum?” he asked lightly, panting and moaning. You can feel his cock twitch in your throat, making you suck a little harder. “Yes, you do, because that’s what good little sluts want, right?” he says, moaning more, thrust getting more sloppy. “Fuck-fuck… shit, puppy. Drink daddy's cum, drink it!” he says. After a few more thrusts, he cums deep in your throat. “Ohh~ Fuck~ Drink it, puppy, all of it.” he moans, breathing heavily.

After he takes his cock out of your mouth, looking at you catching his breath after just cumming. He grabs your chin opening your mouth, and makes you look at him- showing him all the cum in your throat. “Swallow it, puppy,” you do as told, breathing heavily and looking at him, showing him you swallowed all his cum. “Mmm~, good. Does my girl want to cum?” he asks lowly but gently, letting go of your hair and stroking your head softly.

“Yes, Daddy.” You say, looking at him. “Please make me cum, Daddy, please I’ll be a good girl,” you say, almost begging. Your clit is throbbing, and you can practically feel your juices drip out.

“You will be, huh?” he asked, amused. You shake your head; yes, he smiles and lowers down, kissing you passionately and roughly, pushing your back against the mattress.

He kisses you more passionately the longer it goes on. He slides his hand down your body, lowering it to your wet pussy. Feeling how wet you are, the kiss stops, and he looks at you amused and mischievously. “Look how wet you are, baby girl ~ Soaking my fingers! So fucking cute. So sexy, baby girl~.” he whispers near your ear.

He sits up, leaving you lying there panting from the kiss like a dog in heat. He puts his fingers in his mouth, making eye contact with you while doing so, sucking your juices off his finger. “Mmmm~,” he says as he pulls his fingers out his mouth. “My tasty, little treat,” he says, lowing to where your sweet pussy is glistening with your juices.

You whimper as you feel his hot breath on your pussy, making you squirm till it lightly spanks the inside of your thigh. “No moving puppy, or else daddy won’t let you cum tonight~,” he says lowly and deeply breathing and vibrations hitting your pussy.

You whimper more, not moving as you want to be a good girl. “I’m going to have my meal now, and you aren’t allowed to move. Only allowed to lay there- arching your back and be a moaning mess for daddy, understood?” he says low and sternly.

“Yes, Daddy. I won’t move,” you say, still panting.

“Good,” he doesn’t let you catch a breath as he starts to lick up and down your slit, making sure to avoid your clit. You gasp each lick feeling his warm tongue and hot breath on your pussy make you dizzy from the pleasure.

He continues this torture until he finally starts to flick his tongue on your clit fast, making you moan and arch your back lightly. He smirks while flicking on your clit, deciding to suck on the little bud after a few seconds.

Sucking so tenderly, making your back arch more and moan louder, he switches from flicking to sucking repetitively till he decides to slide his tongue down and tongue fuck your hole, flicking his tongue while it’s in you, hitting the right spot each time.

You are a moaning mess when he goes to your clit again. Grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer so he can continue his meal closer. You arch and throw your head back, moaning loudly and repeating ‘fuck’ every so often when he sucks on your clit. You can feel yourself getting closer, and you never want this to stop.

“I-I’m go-going to- cum- d-daddy!” you say, moaning loudly.

“Nu-uh, not yet, puppy,” he stops making you whimper, but you control yourself almost immediately as you know he won’t allow you to cum if you whine.

“That’s my girl. Look at you being so obedient now~” he says, smiling. “Does my girl want to cum? Does she want to cum all over her daddy’s face and have him lick her clean?” he asks, vibrations going through your pussy and body.

“Y-yes, d-daddy! Pl-please- please-please!” you beg, tears already coming from the edging and overstimulating.

“Mmm~ Then cum baby, cum all over daddy’s face,” he says as he starts to suck and lick your pussy again, making you moan and back arch. He sucks harder on your clit and flicks his tongue faster, making you dizzy and roll your eyes back in pleasure.

“Cum for me, baby girl~,” he says, licking your slit, “cum for daddy, cum all over daddy’s tongue!” he says, sucking your clit.

That was your breaking point as you came, hard, all over his face. It didn’t stop him from torturing your clit as he was still sucking through your orgasm.

“Good girl~,” he says, going up to your lips and kissing you softly and passionately. He kisses you more as he lifts you up gripping your ass firmly making you wrap your legs around his waist. He holds onto you as he turns around and sits on the bed making you sit on his lap, where you feel his hard cock sit under you as well. You grip onto his shirt in a way to ask him to take it off which he stops kissing you to take off his shirt quickly, going straight back to giving you passionate deep kisses. Holding your head and waist with his hand, deepening the kiss as you wrap your arms around his neck. You both soon have to apart for air…..

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I ran out of space 😅

[deluxewhump]

Just Being Curious

Elle gives Carlo a mini interview thinking she could use it in a piece for Valley at some point. Takes place before she and Carlo’s relationship gets weird and applies the revised canon. Max is present.

CW: clearly mentioned whump of a minor, slave/pet whump, mention of hypothetical torture, possibility of death and other serious harm

This is something that just got in my head yesterday and wanted to be written down. Idk if Max would allow this type of thing even so informally as this, but I wanted to write it, so he did for this piece’s sake

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“So,” Elle said to her interviewee. “This is obviously very informal.” She gestured around their private booth in the dimly lit restaurant. The three of them were the only ones in the section, and their plates had been cleared already, leaving only their drinks behind.

“But, one more time, I’ll tell you that you can be as candid as you want to be. If you misspeak, change your mind about something, or want something redacted, just let me know.” She snapped her fingers. “Like it never happened.”

To her right, Max was leaning back with his arms over the sides of their circular booth, watching Carlo instead of her. He’d asked her to go easy. He reminded her this was totally out of bounds of what he’d normally allow, and she was only getting the opportunity because she was his girlfriend, and because Carlo was so open to it. He also insisted on being present, which Elle didn’t love simply because it was highly unlikely she’d get the same answers from Carlo that she’d get if Max was not present. But he wouldn’t budge on it. So she agreed.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Yes ma’am,” said Carlo. He sighed and stretched as if he was tired from the meal but made a point of sitting up straighter. “Roll it.”

She pressed the record button on her cell so it started counting seconds on the screen. “Contextualize what I already know for me. When did you come into the possession of Mr Holstrom?”

“You’re gonna pull that name, right?”

“Of course. This is just for ease of speaking with you. There will be no personally identifiable information, if I ever even have the opportunity to use this in a piece at all.”

“I was eleven. 2011.”

“And was this in Baltimore?”

“No. Palo Alto, California. He saw me with a man, followed us upstairs, and beat him at cards for me.”

“What then?”

“He took me to his hotel room. He was on a business trip.”

“Was this regarding the gun running or other illegal activities he was involved in?”

“I don’t think so. Just for O&H, as far as I know. There wasn’t a lot of that going on yet.”

“When did the illegal activity start?”

“I wasn’t close enough to that to be able to tell you. I don’t know.”

“That’s okay. Did he do or say anything to you that you can recall in the hotel room?”

She could see from the corner of her eye that Max was now looking at her, but he did not interrupt.

“Nothing unusual,” Carlo said. He was relaxed, confident. “He introduced himself and asked my name. He got me food and put me to bed.”

“Were you afraid?”

“Yes, but not as much as I should’ve been.”

She glanced up at him, her pen still scribbling across her notepad. “Why’s that?”

“Because I didn’t know anything. I was afraid out of… instinct, I guess. Like a basic knowledge that my life was no longer strictly normal. That it might not go well for me. Strangers are dangerous, people are bad, that sort of thing. But I didn’t know all the things that happen to pets at that point in any kind of detail.”

“He took you home with him on the return flight?”

“Mhm. Also uneventful.”

“Did you like it at Erik Holstrom’s house?”

“Elle,” Max said quietly. It was a nudging warning, rather than an outright objection.

“I guess. I had no other option. It was lonely, at first. But I understood my place before long. I had tutors. I played piano.”

“He gave you an education?”

“Yeah. He had me tested to know what level to start me on, and after I could pass a highschool level he let me pick what subjects I continued with and what I dropped.”

She took a few quick notes. Max took his arms off the sides of the booth and sat forward to pour himself the remainder of a bottle of wine they’d split with dinner. Carlo hadn’t had any, on Max’s instruction. Not before Elle’s questions, he’d said.

“What else did he instruct you in?”

“That’s it, really. I helped… mm. I can’t really say much about what else I did without it being personally identifiable, can I?”

“Try. I’ll scrap what I can’t use.”

“I worked in a warehouse with some of his men when I was a teenager. He’d assign me shifts to complete. Mostly sorting stuff. Inventory. Cleaning. Some light lifting.”

“What did the men working in the warehouse think of you?”

He paused to think. “I…think they thought of me more like a spoiled rich kid than a slave. Resented me a little.”

“Did they ever bother you?”

“Yeah, a few times. I don’t want to go into detail on that, though. And it’s probably too specific of a situation to even be helpful to your piece, if you ever do one.”

Max was likely quite proud of him for that stern little boundary he’d just given her, but he didn’t show it. She moved on.

“Did he pay you for your work?”

“Not directly,” said Carlo.

“Indirectly, then?”

“I guess. I mean I had… things.”

“What kinds of things?”

“Clothes. Books. A laptop. Just, whatever.”

“At what point were you given internet access?”

“Uhm. It was never off limits, but… I think I was twelve? He gave me an iPod when I was twelve.”

“And you never tried to reach out for help?”

“Help?” Carlo raised his eyebrows, genuinely surprised. He took a drink of water. “What was I gonna do, call the cops? He didn’t kidnap me. I was a pet in California and a pet in Maryland.”

“Organizations, helplines? You could make friends and ask them for help.”

Carlo laughed. “Things like that are more dangerous than the situation I was in.”

“Can you tell me what you mean by that?”

“It’s just ridiculous to expect someone in that situation to find, vet, and trust some outside person or…entity. I don’t think Erik would’ve killed me if I’d done that but he would’ve made sure I was fucking sorry. A lot of pets would be killed if they got caught trying to pull something like that. And what if these people offering to ‘help’ aren’t who they say they are? That’s way more likely than the other way around. No way. Better the devil you know. I was…” he hesitated, and his next words were less spirited. “I was in a stable environment. Erik was a lot of things, but unpredictable was not one of them, at least not when it came to me.”

“That responsibility can’t possibly be placed on the pet,” Max muttered. “Not when the law backs the owner.”

She wondered if her phone was able to pick it up clearly. She wanted to tell him that yeah, she understood this, but it is what people ask. She stayed focused on her interviewee.

“You felt he was good to you, all things considered.”

Carlo searched her eyes. He was still only twenty-one, but seemed to defy every category her mind tried to place him in. She’d heard from Max he was underfed, bruised up, and terrified of him when he’d arrived, but her mind had trouble conjuring that image. A few years with Max and he was unrecognizable. He even moved like Max, sometimes. Said things in a certain Maxlike cadence.

“I didn’t feel he was going to kill me,” Carlo said. “He didn’t torture me or rape me or loan me out to his friends. That’s where the bar is, when you’re a pet. So, yeah. He was fine.”

“You good?” Max asked him quietly from across the table.

Carlo reassured him with a quick nod. “Yeah. I’m sorry, Elle. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“Not at all,” she answered. “Set me straight. That’s perfect. So when you were sold to Max,” she continued, crossing her legs, “what did you feel?”

Carlo’s gaze dropped from her to the table. “Not good. I knew by then exactly what sort of things might happen to me in that situation.”

“So you were strangers. You and Max.”

“That’s right.”

“And you assumed he had bought you for…?”

Carlo smiled, tilted his head. “No idea.”

“What did you think he might do to you?”

“Elle.”

Carlo shook his head at Max. “It’s okay. This is what people wonder. I thought he might want me for work, or sex, or… some people are into torture, snuff films, sex parties. That sort of thing.”

“What do you mean ‘into torture’?” she pressed as gently as she could.

“You know, people who buy pets just to torture them, really. They have interests or urges they have no outlet for, don’t want to get caught, whatever. Buy a pet and you can torture it to death, no one will ever know.”

“That is illegal, though.”

“Oh yeah. But there’s plausible deniability. Just say the pet ran away. They usually don’t even notice for years. Social workers are busy enough as it is with non-pets, they don’t do welfare checks unless someone calls in a complaint on someone.”

“So it’s supported systemically.”

“Yeah, I’d say so.”

“So what did your first week with Max look like?”

He huffed softly, but didn’t look at Max. “I was a mess. I didn’t trust him. I was reeling from being kicked out of the only home I’d known for eight years.”

“Were you homesick?”

He winced. “I felt… displaced. But Max was great. He had that part time maid, Cecelia. She’d come by with groceries and cook, clean, that sort of thing. She sort of took me under her wing and told me all this stuff about Max and what a nice client he was. That he wasn’t a pervert and gave her tips on holidays. That she knew him and some of his friends. Trying to get my confidence up about him.”

Elle gave Max a cursory glance, wondering mildly if he’d ever fucked his maid.

“It just seemed so unlikely to me, at first. Like oh, this man is just gonna help you because he can? You know? That was very unlikely to me. But I started to buy the Stella Abend thing, because I knew she was real, I’d met her when she worked for Erik, and I heard him on the phone with her. And then when I allowed myself to start trusting him a little, it snowballed really quickly.”

“Into what?”

“Kind of how we are now.”

“And what are you now?” She pointedly did not look at Max. “Is it like a parental thing, big brother, master and slave? I can’t quite figure it out myself.”

“He never acted as a master to me. No. But he would make a good one, if you take it from my perspective. Ideal. I know that’s not a compliment really, but I mean it as one. But it’s those kind of people who don’t have pets in the first place.”

“Does part of you still identify as a pet?”

“Yeah. It’s a little hard not to. I know I’m not, though. I fully understand.”

“Would you reprise your role as a pet for the right master?”

“Alright,” Max interrupted. “That’s good.”

“I can answer.”

“You don’t have to. She's got enough. She’s just being curious now.”

He turned back her. “No,” he answered. “I wouldn’t. Not now.”

She closed her notebook and stopped the recording before Max got any more annoyed with her. He was sometimes slow to forgive. “Thank you, Carlo. I know it’s not easy to talk about.”

“It’s not so bad when it’s you,” he said. He even smiled at her, even after she’d prodded a little too far with her needle at the end. Such a forgiving creature.

God, she thought. I could love him like Max does. It’d be easy. He is lovable, he wants to please. He wants to reciprocate.

Maybe. But there was something in the way, and she couldn’t quite work out the shape of it in her mind. She’d tried feeling the contours of it for jealousy, pity, disgust. She felt it again when Max helped Carlo into his coat and said something close to his ear that was inaudible to her.

[lilithkirei]

A little sneak peak of my story, if you guys want to read more my full story is on wattpad. It's still in progress though

"I didn't know you could sing!"

Younger Gregory said, smiling big and clapping.

I blushed a bit and nodded slightly.

"O-oh, y-yeah, I'm not fully good at it, but you know.."

"Not fully? What do you mean? You're absolutely incredible!" He spoke up, taking my hands in his, making me blush more.

"Though, must you have to wear all black all the time? Why not wear some color? I can't imagine wearing a single color all the time." He says as he looks me over

"I think blue would be a suitable color for you, brings out your eyes, don't you think?" He suggests softly, and he raises my hand to his lips, making my heart pound.

"Y-yeah.. sure.." I say softly, blushing more. He smiled softly and tucked a strand of my black hair behind my ear and I looked up into his eyes and I got lost in them those beautiful eyes that were unlike anything I've ever seen.

He smiled lovingly before he tugged my hand.

"Come on, let's go to the library. There's a book I found I know you'll enjoy." He spoke full of joy and energy yet also sophisticated at the same time.

I sighed softly as I followed him as we held hands.

"You're quite something else, Gregory." I remarked, giggling, and he laughed.

"Yes, well you adore all sides of me, right?" He asked teasingly, and I can't help but blush.

"Yes, of course~"

*end of memory*

"Lils? Lils! Hello earth to Lils!~"

I heard a velvety like accent speak. I shook my head and realized we were at Craig's house and stood before me was Gregory, who was still carrying Thomas' corpse over his shoulder.

"Darling, you've been zoning out quite a bit. Are you alright?" He asked, leaning down to meet me at eye level, given he was 6'2 almost 6'3 and me being 5'5 I blushed heavily as his gloved hand touched my forehead.

"O-oh yes.. I'm fine.. just a little tired is all." I reply and sigh softly as I scratch the back of my head. Gregory raised an eyebrow and looked me over from head to toe.

"What did I say about you wearing mostly black? You really need to wear more color, you know how I feel when you wear mainly black all the time." He scolded a bit annoyed.

"H-hey, I'm wearing a bit of blue!" I show the laces in my dress that were blue, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Alright, blue laces, but honestly, don't think I haven't seen you during your high school so far.. you've worn black only 𝐴 𝐿𝑂𝑇." He says, clearly not amused.

"You know damn well that after you died, I was an absolute mess, so cut me some slack, would you?" I hissed, catching him off guard before going into the house with Estella, who was already upstairs in Craig's room.

[deus-ex-mona]

Sister⇔Change!: Chapter 7

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previous part (chapter 6)

next part (epilogue)

After the read-through for the drama had ended—

Mona (in Sena’s body): (Next up on my agenda is a meeting and a rehearsal for a fashion show, right…?)

Mona (in Sena’s body): Big Sis’s schedule is way too tough…

Mona (in Sena’s body): (I can’t say that my training and dance lessons aren’t as tiring as this, huh…)

Mona (in Sena’s body):  Wait, hold on a sec! I haven’t returned to my own body yet!

Mona (in Sena’s body): (What do I do if I can’t return to my body as mona before my live…?)

Mona (in Sena’s body): (Will Big Sis have to perform onstage in my stead?)

Mona (in Sena’s body): (I know the show won’t flop if Big Sis is the one performing… But it’ll still be frustrating if I can’t be the one to perform…!)

Mona (in Sena’s body): Did Big Sis feel this way too when she saw me off for work…?

Mona (in Sena’s body): Wait, it’s already gotten this late?! Oh no! Rehearsals are about to begin…!

Mona (in Sena’s body): (I absolutely can’t be late! I gotta hurry…!)

Yujiro: Eh?

Mona (in Sena’s body): Yujiro?! O-outta my way~!

Yujiro: …!

Mona (in Sena’s body): Eek!

Mona (in Sena’s body): (Ouch… I rammed into Yujiro at full force… How’s he faring…?)

Yujiro: That hurt… Hey, watch where you’re going when you run… Wait.

Mona (in Sena’s body): (What a relief. He doesn’t seem to be hurt… I should apologise for my carelessness…)

Mona (in Sena’s body): (H-huh? My head feels woozy… My consciousness is—)

Aizo: O-oi! Are you okay?!

Yujiro: Narumi… wait, no…

Yujiro: You’re mona… aren’t you?

Mona (in Sena’s body): (Ah, that’s… my name…)

Mona: Ah! What about my rehearsals…?!

Mona: Huh? I’m in my room…? How come…?

Mona: (Huh…? The one reflected in the mirror… is definitely me.)

Mona: (Wait, does that mean… all of it… was just a dream?)

Mona: Haah~, thank goodness…!

Mona: (The thought about wanting to live as Narumi Sena did cross my mind, but living as myself is definitely the best life for me…)

Mona: (This way, I’ll be able to perform onstage too…)

Mona: Wait a min! My live’s today! I don’t have the time to space out like this!

Sena: Mona, you have a live today, don’t you? Take care and have a good day ahead!

Mona: Yup! But you don’t hafta worry about me, Big Sis. You should get ready yourself!

Mona: You’ll be busy with stuff like a magazine interview, a photoshoot, and a read-through for a drama, won’t you?!

Sena: Eh? How did you know?

Mona: Uh… W-well…

Sena: Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. My schedule changed, so everything starts in the afternoon now.

Sena: I won’t be able to watch you perform, but do your best, okay?!

Mona: …Yup! I’ll be sure to enjoy myself.

Mona: (If this had happened in the recent past… I’d prolly be leaving the house visibly depressed after reading those hate comments.)

Mona: (But I won’t pay them any mind anymore. There’s a side of me that I want everyone to see…)

Mona: (So I’ll stand onstage as the cute idol mona!)

Mona: I’ll be off!

mona: Thanks for coming today, you guys! Let’s have a ton of fun, shall we?!

mona: (I’ll stand up straight and look straight ahead… and I’ll show everyone a smile!)

mona: (I gotta work tirelessly with all I’ve got if I want others to feel like rooting for me!)

mona: (Maybe swapping bodies with Big Sis in my dream turned out to be a good experience after all.)

mona: Fall in love with me! More! Look at me! More!

mona: (I won’t cower in fear from anyone’s gazes anymore. I wanna continue to be mona, the idol who’s able to give dreams to everyone.)

Male Fan: monaaa! I love you~!

Female Fan: Look my way!

mona: (The whole place is filled with penlights… it’s so pretty…)

mona: (All of my fans who’re here at this moment are the ones who are granting me this scenery…)

mona: If I stand here, everyone will be here for me.

mona: (To think that this many people are supporting me with their smiles and warm words…!)

mona: Here I go!

mona: (I’m so happy to be an idol…)

mona: (I really do want to… shine as “mona”, just the way I am!)

mona: And in return, I’ll “blow you a kiss packed full of love”.

mona: And then! I’ll send you a mona beam filled with love!

[motheatenscarf]

I think I'm almost done with Post-Shadowbringers stuff

I just did Paglth'an, so here are some catchup thoughts.

Holy shit, Alisaie figured out the cure for Tempering and between her, G'raha, Y'shtola, and Master Matoya, they've figured out how to mass produce this shit so that Tempering is basically no longer an obstacle. Go team!! Ga Bu's! little! voice! He sounds like he's about to ask if please, sir, he can he have some more porridge. Tragic little urchin. Outright Dickensian. So cute ;_; But more importantly,

This has led to the Alliance leaders finally, F I N A L L Y, making peace with and inviting the Beast Tribes to the table. They all seemed to start moving in on it at the same time, but credit still goes to Lyse imo for being the first one to insist, no, we mean everyone gets a seat at the table with the Ala Mhigan republic they're creating. Granted, they modled that on the republic Aymeric built and he was also talking to the Vanu, so. My goodest noodles. I love them so much! I liked Merlwyb getting some character development, but also the entire time she was talking about how to make amends to the Kobolds, I just sat there going, "Land back. You can give their land back. Land back???" But she managed to get them to agree to join up anyway, so... fine :T

Estinien's back! \o/ And he's maybe staying this time? We freed Tiamat and watching Talia, Estinien, and Alphinaud try to figure out how to put a software update on a 3,000 year old phone was way funnier than it had any right to be. Buncha dingdongs. Also, holy shit, Estinien meeting Alisaie was everything I hoped it would be and more. He mistook her for Alphinaud and gave her a noogie. She fucking H A T E S him. It was clear she was envisioning a heroic knight based on Alphinaud's descriptions and then Estinien made the worst mistake of his life. Amazing restraint on her part that she only yelled at him, I thought for sure that was the end for him. But he's actually grown a lot and had a good moment with Fordola where he basically said, "There are enough assholes out there who are good at killing like you and me, but what the world NEEDS is idealists like Alphinaud who actually plan to BUILD something out of the ashes we leave behind." Out of the Scions, I think Estinien is the one who groks Talia the most for this reason alone. That mentality of, I am not good. But you are. I was mostly joking when I said Estinien is her best friend/wingman now and he doesn't get a say in this, but yeah, they would definitely be the "We still never talk sometimes" kind of friends who can just chill in comfortable silence because they're on such a similar wavelength. Which I will say, did make me start to wonder about him and Aymeric and that very gay religious art way he was carried back to Ishgard. Like, oh no, do they maybe have some history there? But then Estinien said, verbatim, "I don't want to go to the Alliance meeting, Aymeric will be there and I don't want to be lectured," so... probably not! Also, the one instance where Talia can't relate to Estinien. Keeping the people you care about at arms' length because you're scared to let anyone in after what you've lost? Tired. Recklessly devoting yourself body and soul to protecting the people you care about because you'd rather die than be alone again after what you've lost? Wired. Get on her level, Estinien, in this house we listen to the Moogles' advice that the fuel powering dark edgelord shit is love.

Anyway, with the Tempering cure in the works, a LOT is shifting in the status quo, which I like. Fandaniel is boring and continues to be just... the fucking most, and I'm tired of him. I'm so tired of him. I have thoughts, but that's for another post.

Zenos keeps making a big deal about wanting a new weapon and they keep deliberately not showing it, and I know Reaper was introduced in Endwalker, so I think that's what they're teasing there, and if he winds up going Reaper I am going to SCREAM. He's already Talia's dark mirror and I already headcanon that her dumb Dark Knight sword that's too big for her was yoinked out of his stupid golf bag. So if he just goes "uno reverse, bitch!" and is now copying her by going Reaper, they are going to be in danger of being legit frenemies and I don't know how to feel about that! That is the exact kind of escalating rivalry I've wanted out of a good nemesis for her!

But also like, Zenos' plans seem so fucking stupid. I don't know what he's got in the works with Fandaniel, he says all he wants is to fight the WoL again, but I don't get how facilitating the apocalypse accomplishes that?

Like, buddy, if you want a fight, roll up and ask her. I brought a character who started her existence as a fucking Sith into this game, you are never gonna find another WoL more eager to drop whatever she's doing just to kick your ass.

[theabominable]

Hello, this I don't think is very triggering? But it has some doubting self worth. Could I request Levi x reader where while playing games with him, and reader just randomly asks why he gets so upset at them sometimes? Like they don't sound offended or angry, but there's pain in there voice. And they ask if Levi ever actually liked them at all? (If this doesn't make any sense I'm sorry)

"come on, come back and revive me!" you yell at leviathan, your hands glued to the controller.

"okay, fine!" he yells back, his avatar running back to your fallen one.

you both fall into silence again as you concentrate on the game. it's nighttime at the devildom, and you're sitting beside your boyfriend, levi on a couch, playing some random game like you always do. your relationship is pure and new, there are a few problems here and there, but you've always been willing to work on them just because of how much you like levi.

yet there's something on your mind about a disagreement last night that you can't stop taking over your thoughts.

"hey, levi."

"yeah?"

"why do you get so upset with me sometimes?" you blurt out.

there's not a hint of anger or sadness in your tone, but the complete lack of emotion makes levi loose all focus on the game as he turns his head to you.

"h-huh? where did that come from?"

"i don't know. i was just wondering. do you actually like me at all?" you say, eyes still focused on the screen.

"what? of course i like you? i wouldn't be d-dating you if i didn't?"

but his answer doesn't really satisfy you enough, because you already know he's just going to be randomly upset again and won't communicate with you about it. you sigh and begin to get up.

"y'know, i think i'm just gonna go now, m' pretty tired."

levi's dumbfounded as he watches you, but he catches your hand before you slip away - but immediately blushes afterwards.

"h-hey! please don't go, let's talk about this!"

"i've been trying to talk to you about this for weeks now, levi, but you never want to."

"what do you mean?"

blinking back tears you sit back next to him and try and hide your hurt. you've tried so hard with him but you're not sure if he's even trying too anymore.

"i just.. i feel like you're upset with me all the time and when i wanna talk about it, you just shut up completely and won't talk," you begin.

levi's heart sinks. he really thought everything was going well so far, but he didn't know you felt like this.

"and..i'm meant to be your partner but i feel like you're putting a wall between us when you don't communicate."

but he really didn't mean to. in a moment full of regret, levi reaches out and takes your hand in his and gently strokes it, trying to offer some sort of comfort as your tears fall out. you're taken aback, because he's never been the one to initiate contact like this, but you don't retract your hand.

"listen.. y/n.. i'm sorry. i know it doesn't seem this way but i'm trying really hard because i really, really like you," he's furiously blushing as he said these words but tries his best to maintain eye contact.

"..and i know i really don't deserve someone as special as you but i'm going to try my best for you, o-okay? i promise i'm going to communicate from now on. promise." he shakily says, still stroking your hand.

your tears have stopped and your warm smile is slowly being brought back to your face, because you can hear how genuine he is as he says those words.

"a-and i promise to be the best b-boyfriend you're ever gonna have, got it?"

you both immediately cringe at his words but that doesn't stop you from suddenly latching yourself onto him, hugging him tight.

"w-woah! atleast give me a warning!" he yells but sheepishly hugs you back.

"sorry, i just love you so much."

"i..love you too."

you pull apart from him and flush a little before saying,

"levi.. can i sleep with you tonight?"

"h-huh? what??" he yells, and you swear he's just woken up the whole house.

"not like that!" you laugh, "can i just sleep in your room?"

"o-oh..yeah."

levi scolds himself for ever thinking that way, but forgets about it all once you're curled up on top of him in his bathtub under various duvets and blankets asleep, so warm and soft, and the only thing he thinks before he drifts off to sleep is how lucky he is to score someone like you.

a/n: pov levi learns communication is a great thing

[buccini555]

“𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝐸𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔𝒉” - 𝐾𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑐𝒉𝑜 𝐻𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑜

✮ H e a d c a n o n !

✮ 𝑭𝒕. 𝑲𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒐

✮ You were feeling insufficient and your boyfriend wasn't around to comfort you because he had to go to another city to sort out gang issues.

𝟎𝟎:𝟎𝟎 — It's already late at night and the only light that subtly illuminates your room is the one coming from the moonlight, in your bed, this you, with thousands of thoughts running through your mind disturbed by the cruel longing you feel at that moment, you check your cell phone several times sometimes, waiting for just one message from Kakucho, despite unfortunately knowing that he is busy, not because of him, but because of the fate he chose, gang matters demand a lot from his boyfriend, but even so, Kakucho always finds one way of communicating with you and saying everything is fine or at least lying about not getting into trouble and stuff like that.

Unexpectedly, your phone on the bedside table rings, you open a smile amidst a sea of ​​tears because you know who that long-awaited call is coming from, Kakucho can't send you messages all day, so the anxiety just grows to finally hear his voice.

— I'm sorry I didn't call earlier, I was busy, I missed you, baby!

The boy speaks excitedly on the other end of the line, you can hear the tiredness in his voice despite the animation and you just answer him calmly.

Kakucho couldn't help noticing your tearful voice, he knows you very well, he always ends up finding out when you're sad no matter how much you don't want to show it.

— Baby? Are you crying?

He questioned and you can feel your boyfriend's concern, but you just replied that you was fine and just missed him.

— I miss you too, we'll see each other again soon, okay?

— Yes, Kakucho...

—Aren't you sleepy? Or did I wake you up?

—I've been waiting to hear from you.

—I'll do my best to get home soon.

Strangely, a feeling of melancholy washed over you, and clutching your cell phone tightly, tears started coming out of your eyes again.

— My love? What there was? Kakucho gets even more worried, but you just stay silent.

— B-baby?

The boy says repeatedly.

— Come home soon, please!

You make the request in a shaky voice as you try to wipe away the tears that fall onto your pillow.

— I will come back.

Kakucho tries to reassure you while planning something.

— I'm feeling so…sad…I feel like I'm not enough.

The call ended suddenly, you found it strange that your boyfriend had simply hung up, but this fact only contributed to your crying continuing, you just hung up the cell phone, thinking that Kakucho would have run out of patience and you closed your eyes to try to sleep and soon fell asleep.

A few hours passed and it was already dawn, when without waiting you woke up with the sound of a car parked at the door of your house, you quickly got out of bed to see what was going on, when you opened the window and looked at the street, Kakucho simply he was getting out of a car that you had never seen in your life with a bouquet of flowers and a smile on his face, quickly you went down the stairs and went to receive him, as soon as you saw him you questioned how he would have arrived so fast and in such a car you had never seen, he didn't even respond when he hugged you right after delivering the bouquet of flowers, you soon realized that your boyfriend had simply stolen that car and driven as fast as possible against all existing traffic laws just to make you stop to cry and feel good again.

— I told you I'd come home, didn't I? Kakucho smiled and hugged you even tighter, later handing you the flowers he bought in the morning to give you as soon as he saw you again.

— You are more than enough for me!

Kakucho gave you a brief kiss and finally you went up to the room, the tallest one was extremely tired from the rush trip, so you just ended up sleeping together and that was one of the many proofs of love you received from the best boyfriend.

[snowflakeanimelover]

Hi Kate hope your doing well today can I request Gray , Byakuya and zenitsu with a male reader who is really overworked both at their job( his boss is great just gives him way to much work) and having multiple household chores to do and having personal creative projects he wants to do (drawing and story writing) but can’t due to being so tired and having very strong back pain. And what do they each do to help their loving husband/boyfriend ?

Sorry, this is late! I hope you like this :)

Overworked HCs (Gray/Byakuya/Zenitsu)

—Gray

Seeing you so worked up like that was like a punch to the gut.

He didn’t care if he just got home from a tiring day, he’d do whatever he could to help you out.

You were so stubborn, too.

Gray would have to rip the broom out of your hands to get you to stop doing the chores. He could see how tired you looked, your eye twitching from the pain in your overworked body.

“Would you stop doing stuff? Go relax!” He would try to convince you. And after the tenth time of ripping a tool out of your hand, you sigh and sit on the couch to relax.

And while Gray finishes the chores for you, you can hear him complain under his breath about Natsu and Happy, talking about how annoying his day was.

That only made you feel bad and try to grab the broom from his hands once again. But he’d only yell at you to go relax.

You could tell how worried he was for you. Not to mention care about you deeply.

—Byakuya

Byakuya is a busy man already, being a captain of a squad took its toll sometimes.

Seeing you work so much made him proud, but worried for your health.

Often, he’d call a doctor just to make sure you were okay.

And when he does see your aching self still working, he has to command you to relax and have tea with him.

“What about the house? It’s dirty.” You would say.

“That’s the maids job. Come. Let us have some tea.” He would counter back.

And really, you can’t say no to him.

Tea times were very relaxing for you two. Sitting down and talking about each other's days.

—Zenitsu

Zenitsu can’t really read the room. And he doesn’t have the compacity to clean the house himself.

But he can easily hear the creaks in your bones and short groans under your breath from the aching pain.

He gets very worried about your health.

“A-are you okay?! Oh, please God, don’t die!” He’d yell in worry.

“I’m not going to die.” You deadpan.

“W-well, at least rest! H-have some tea, okay?! Just stop working so hard!” Zenitsu didn’t know what else to do.

“But then the house won't get cleaned.” You counter.

“You can wait till tomorrow, alright! O-or when you feel better!”

With a sigh, you would put your chores aside to relax with Zenitsu, drinking tea and talking about life.

Zenitsu may not be that supportive, but the thought is there. That’s what counts.

[fairytheo]

enhypen as your boyfriend.

boyfriend!enhypen x gen!reader. fluff. 1.9k. curse words. mention of bugs, food. not requested.

🐈 ⸝⸝ HEESEUNG ˙𐃷˙

super-duper caring !!

he’s so whipped for you — he smiles just by thinking about you

also very giggly around you

LOVES lending you his beanies

(aka. you stealing them..)

+ you steal his earrings as well ! not that he minds

absolutely adores singing for you / he loves singing you to sleep :D

hold up, is being heeseung’s s/o just being his personal ramen cook 🤨🤨

he aaalwaays bugs you to play games with him (especially wii and nintendo switch lmao)

either that or you’re playing animal crossing while eating takeout at your dinner table

you’re the only person in the world who he’ll ever do aegyo for. 

he secretly enjoys it, but shhh you didn’t hear that from me

i think he likes calling you names like cutie, cutiepie or just a shorter version of your name <3 (if there is one !)

booping your nose is on his everyday to do list ☝️

lowkey therapist & boyfriend in one ngl

WAIT he loves making playlists for you two,, 

“y/n! i made another playlist, do you wanna listen to it? i made it while thinking of you.” <//3 

the type to write cheesy lyrics about you, then later cringes at his own writing bUT then leaves it like that because you like it !

you have his cover of lauv’s “i’m so tired” either set as your alarm or play it on loop everyday 

(random but for some reason i can picture him giving you a cassette with his cover on it just for the vintage vibes)

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAY ˙𐃷˙

the mom-and-boyfriend in one ;] 

f a s h i o n  c o u p l e 

you are literally fashion icons. no disagreements. 

you have matching clothes or accessories ! even if it’s really subtle, the gesture behind it is super adorable <//3

cooking pt. 2 :D but this time there’s a gorden ramsay in your relationship

i can just SEE how you both two impersonate gorden ramsay while cooking which makes everything 10 times funnier !! checks every 5 seconds if the food is ready tho because he doesn’t wanna risk anything

never cleans up afterwards, either you do or no one does

since you’re both fashion icons your social media followers are going 📈📈📈

literally couple goals.

he loves taking pictures of you,, but also wants you to take pictures of him 

jay gets flustered easily so please make him flustered with sudden compliments, hugs, kisses, etc. !!

he’s also the only member i can really see calling you babe

confident but shy about pda at the same time ??? he’s both LOL 

you always tease him with his RAS moments and randomly quote them when you’re in the middle of a conversation with him lmao

random and idk if this fits here, but he likes making your lunch — leaves you encouraging notes too <3

last but not least: jokingly gets angry at you when he wants something from you, and you do the same thing back ♡

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAKE ˙𐃷˙

sweetest and softest boyfriend to ever exist. i’m so soft for him JSHSHS

definitely calls you sweetie and darling. 100%. fight me if you think otherwise. 

shows you pics of layla everyday (it’s become routine for him >_<)

a tiny bit cliché BUT lends you his jacket whenever you’re cold (even when you’re inside !!)

random thought: jake puts his hands in your hoodie pockets...

💔💔💔

it’s his personal goal to peck your cheek and forehead at least twice a day — gets pouty if he wasn’t able to do that ))):::

talks in english a lot because you love his accent !!

if you’re an english speaker, you’ll have conversations in english all. the. time.

if you’re not an english speaker, no worries, he’ll teach you !

+ reads you bedtime stories in english (jake’s australian accent >>>) 

dreams of travelling with you to australia <33  

if there’s a bug in the house you better know that jake will NOT be removing them and runs out of the house

WILL stay over at one of the other member’s houses untill that bug is REMOVED . 

so if you’re afraid of bugs as well,,, i’m sorry bae, but it’ll be your task to remove these little... creatures 😐

ngl you have more photos of layla than of him on your phone lol

(spams you with her pictures and captions them with “y/n!!! look!!! layla with a flower!!!! layla with a butterfly!!!!” it’s just so sweet aaa)

we need some “””drama””” so you make jokes about him being a “🥶💸🔥💪” boy a lot in your relationship LMAO

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNGHOON ˙𐃷˙

ice skating dates.

this has been mentioned in other headcanons a lot already but i just HAD to include it,,

convinces you to eat ice cream after your date LOL even if it IS winter

btw. fashion couple nr. 2 !!! 

MIRROR SELCAS

MIRROR SELCAS 

ugh the visuals and the power you two hold,,,, i can’t,,,,,

has better clothes than you ngl so you share clothes lmao

it started with him lending you his sweatpants, but then you didn’t want to return them forgot to return them and BOOM 💥 here we are

extremely awkward and shy at first — don’t worry though, he becomes much more chaotic in the later phases of your relationship

he teases you SO MUCH. LIKE. SO MUCH.

always has small smile (smirk?) on his face when he’s about to make a cocky remark (so beware)

you tease him back just twice as hard which 1.) results in him in becoming flustered 2.) fails LOL

off-topic but he’d love a s/o that has a similar style to him ??? a more elegant, classy, dark style perhaps

when he’s away / busy he’ll send you some selcas and captions them with “how r u doing??” “did you eat yet?” “cheer up :P” 

kinda shy about pda but likes showing off too ???

i mean,, men... 🙄🙄 /lh

whenever someone mentions your name near him, he’ll just try to hide his smile while biting his lip (yk what i’m talking about???) and you’ll see his dimples and the affectionate look in his eyes and just AAAAA

the type of boyfriend that calls you love~

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNOO ˙𐃷˙

skin care routines with sunoo 24/7 🤝

he does your hair (if your hair is long enough to do different hairstyles with it ofc !!) 

send you daily weekly skin care products he thinks you two should try out / that’d be good for your skin <3

spa nights every friday at 9pm — he only lets you in if you wear a stylish pyjama LOL

you buy him peach items because they just remind you so much of him (｡•́︿•̀｡)

SELCA TIME !!! his phone is always ready !!! (apart from his storage maybe?)

PARTICIPATES IN SELCA DAYS OF YOUR FAVOURITE IDOLS AAA

loves to go on walks w u

does A LOT of aegyo,, 

and i know that you knew that this point will be in this headcanon.

for eg. instead of saying goodnight or bye he’ll just do aegyo for you not that anyone minds tbh

stages of sunoo flirting (?):

a — tries to compliment you (it sounds more like a flirty remark tbh)

b — realizes then blushes

c — cringes and runs away LMAO

playfully acts jealous, so you know it’s a joke but deep down he’s actually jealous

you two match each others vibes a lot — if one is sad, the other is sad as well

+ tells you your posture is bad when you sit like a banana or tells you to go to sleep early and when you don’t listen to him, he’ll show you an article that proves that (abc) and (xyz) is bad for you and says “i told you so.” 💀

🐈 ⸝⸝ JUNGWON ˙𐃷˙

impresses you by doing kicks (does the kick cap challenge on tiktok and/or you play kick it by nct 127 for the funzies) 

poking his dimple is a MUST . 😩😩

though gets super shy when you kiss him and also if you buy him gifts !!

cheers you up whenever you feel down or are upset

compliments you a ton ))): will randomly come up to you and tell you that your fit is cute or that you look brighter today,,, little does he know it's because of him ;]

HUGS!HUGS!HUGS

poking his dimple comes first, then hugging

the other members tease you two everytime you’re over LOL it’s like there are two koalas clinging onto each other

our yang garden gained another sheep +1

you two randomly play sheep,,,, like,,, everyday ???? sheep cosplays 👍

idk why ig it’s just fun to imitate sheep and go “mmmeEeEeeEhh” to annoy others

talking of that, even THOUGH he is a responsible leader he will not hesitate to do stupid shit with you

“hey how about we ring on that house there and yell “sheep for sale!” do you think they’ll open the door?”

“i don’t know... let’s find out!” 🤝

let’s just say that this didn’t end well..

also kinda bullies you (in a loving way ofc !!) pand teases you nonstop

either calls you asshole or love aHA

in conclusion: a very unpredictable relationship,, would 10/10 recommend.

very random but i feel like his love language is acts of service

🐈 ⸝⸝ NI-KI ˙𐃷˙

oh look it’s our tsundere 😼

can’t go a day without dancing so you two have vibing sessions at 2am everyday ft. the others telling you to go to bed

you’re the only one that can make him soft lol

if you’re older than him, you would definitely take care of him like your own baby !! 

if you are the same age as him or younger it’d be awkward for him at first, because he isn’t used to taking care of someone younger, so he’d treat you as if you were his best friend at the beginning

you love to watch him dance !! it’s so satisfying,, LITERAL asmr.

pranks you 24/7. boy has NO mercy. will not care if the others will scold him later. he will do the prank smoothly (?) — doesn’t care about the consequences LMAO

probably sets your alarm to someone screaming or a cringy aegyo song <//3

wants to film dance covers with you !! you don’t have to be the best dancer either !! as long as you have fun ^__^ 

the other members find you really cute but are also vERY TIRED OF YOU,, two energized teens in a relationship was not a good idea ☝️

likes to randomly hold your hand and swing it around 

probably distant at the beginning of the relationship because a.) he doesn’t want to pressure you/make things awkward b.) he doesn’t really know what to do either ???

(if you’re not japanese or don’t know how to speak japanese) he’ll definitely teach you some japanese phrases and words !! introduce you to his culture as well :DD and he really wants to know more about your culture too <3

teaches you phrases like “sunoo is a dumbass” for the funzies LOL

randomly makes micheal jackson impressions,,, it’s hilarious LMFAO

[taro-im]

When the haikyuu boys overhear that you like them

featuring: MSBY:!Sakusa, Atsumu, Hinata, Bokuto

Sakusa: you were texting one of your best friends at his house while he was taking a quick shower, freaking out that you never thought you would be at your crushes house before, your bestfriend making you nervous and saying things about you and him might finally be together and you saying that he would never have feelings for you that way you telling her to calm down and that nothings going to happen and that you aren’t trying to make him uncomfortable, he opened the bathroom door smelling like cologne giving you a little wave sitting on his bed while your heart was beating out of your chest and you needed to calm yourself down “u-um can I please use your bathroom Kiyoomi?” “Y-yeah sure” he said knodding his head, you entered the bathroom checking the mirror washing your face with cold water to reduce that red tint on your face from how flustered you were, while Kiyoomi was already nervous that your in his home till he heard your phone buzzing with many notifications, he checked it curiously noticing your phone was unlocked… “y/n shoot your shot, you’ve like Sakusa for two years already, and if he doesn’t there are better men out there for you” His eyes widen seeing the text messages “does she feel the same way for me?” He said to himself not noticing you exited his bathroom your eyes wide open from the curly raven haired man on your phone… “Kiyoomi what are you doing?” You said trying to take your phone but out of reflex he raised it up high so you couldn’t get it “is it true?” “What’s true?” You said scared “is it true that you like me y/n” he said face slightly pink looking you in the eyes “y-yeah I do I really like you Kiyoomi and I’m sorry” you said in the verge of tears embarrassed “why are you sorry?” “Because I know you don-“ “i never said anything, and I like you too y/n” he said flustered slumping his forehead onto your shoulder “I’ve liked you for so long, if i told you a before we wouldn’t be in this mess” he chuckled making you laugh too

Atsumu: you work for Osamu at his Onigiri shop, everyday Atsumu would come and barge in and he would always talk to you, it’s been like this for nine months the both of you always had so much tension and Osamu was annoyed by how is older twin brother distracts you from work “ya know y/n ya don’t have to talk to him every time he comes into the shop” he said tired “what do you mean? It doesn’t bother me” you said giggling face heart beating faster thinking of Atsumu and that cocky smile he always gives you, little did you know Atsumu was planning to surprise you but he was hearing his little brother and you talking about him, “yeah yeah, so when ya gonna tell him?” “Tell him what?…” “ya know that ya l-“ “Osamu stop that sentence you know I can’t tell him what if things get awkward? I don’t want him to stop coming here because of me” You said feeling a uneasy feeling in your stomach thinking of if he turned you down “i don’t think that’s gunna happen” The gray haired male said “oh yeah? Imagine me saying Atsumu I’ve had a crush on you for so long will you please go out with me? I’ve heard the stories of how he rejected those girls in your guys Highschool” you groaned embarrassed and hurt from your overthinking… while Atsumu was shocked you felt the same way, he tried exiting the store only for the ginger haired male to make a commotion “Atsumu! Why’s are you standing there? Why not just come in, you’ve been like that for 5 minutes” you flinched at what you just heard seeing the blonde male look at you in the eyes cheeks red “u-I’m well I gotta go” you said taking off your apron embarrassed frantically passing by Atsumu while he was just standing there taking in what just happened, he ran to you and surprisingly caught up “wait! Y/n don’t run for a sec it’s hard to catch up” he laughed gently grabbing you by the arm “so why ya run? Ya didn’t hear my answer yet?” He said taking one final breath while your heart was beating at a rapid rate “because I know you’ll say no” “well don’t start overthinking y/n I like ya too!” He said flustered “y-you do?” “Yeah I do! I really like you now com on let’s go somewhere better” he said kissing you on the cheek laughing

Bokuto: all of you were drunk, well this time Bokuto wasn’t drinking you and your group of friends were having a congratulations party for team MSBY JACKALS win all of you guys partied and drinked, you were sifted next to your crush Bokuto and by your best friends “Koutarou! Can u get me water?” You said drunk giggling at the silver haired boy with black highlights face tinted pink “yeah of course y/n” he laughed getting up from his seat “y/n~ I might just steal him away tonight” your friend teased you only for you to pout from anger not noticing Bokuto was on his way back holding a cup of water “you can’t take Koutaro away from me! I really like him you just like him cuz he’s cute!“ you said outloud noticing the spikey haired boy eyes widen “u-um sorry everyone” you rushed out of the bar only for Bokuto to secretly go with you “I’m such an idiot” you muttered sort of sober hitting your head only for Bokuto to come out of nowhere “hey y/n..” he said with a big smile on his face waving awkwardly only for you to hide yourself trying to avoid looking at Bokuto “h-hey don’t be like that, that was pretty cute” he laughed trying to comfort you “was it true? Do you actually like me?” “Y-yeah I do” you said looking at him only to notice he had a wide grin on his red flustered face “I like you too y/n” he said pulling you into a hug kissing you on the forehead “now let’s go back in, it’s way too cold to stand out here” he chuckled holding your hand tightly

Hinata: You and your bestfriend was going to one of Hinata’s matches to supper and cheer for him, before the match you and your bestfriend were by the locker room waiting for Hinata to come out to wish him luck “hey y/n” she said giving you a devilish grin “what is it (bestfriends name)?“ “ if they win the match today you should finally confess to him” “b-but-“ “y/n you’ve like Shoyo for so long, you have to at least confess to him or your going to be in the sidelines forever” she said the both of you not noticing Hinata was already out and he heard the both of you… no way y/n chan likes me? He said flustered squeezing his hands “good luck Shoyo” you said face red greeting your bestfriend before the match started “thanks y/n” he said smiling at you giving you a wink… the game ended and MSBY won two sets all the fans were cheering them on but Hinata’s only thought was you… you waited outside for him only for him too surprise you from behind “hey y/n” he said laughing “hey Shoyo” “I-I like you” he said randomly “w-wait what?” “I really like you and I was wondering if you would go to a coffee shop with me tommorow?!” He said taking your hand noticing your face was pink “o-of course I will- and I like you too!” You said laughing at his straightforwardness “so it’s a date?” “It’s a date”

[o3o-aya]

Hello. I saw the uzui post and I loved it and I was wondering if you could do a yandere uzui tengan with a reader that is often lost in thought and wonders a lot I don’t know like they’re chasing a butterfly or following a cat somehow going under the radar and being unnoticed when the leave at first? And could you also include the wives too? I love your writing I saw the tanjiro one too so keep up the good work.

Aww!! Thank you for your sweet words! I'm glad you enjoyed it! A lot of people seemed to like Tengen! ^^

O h b o i

He knew you tended to wander off whenever but that didn't really bother him before.

He thought it was cute like you!

If he ever lost sight of you because you wandered off- He'd freaked out! And he has! Many many many times.

When he's out, he asks his other wives to make sure you're safe.

He asks Suma to distract you with things

He's just a concerned husband! A very.... concerned husband.

The last time you wandered off, someone tried to take you away from him! Despite you saying you were happily married!

Someone from the village went missing that night and it was the talk of the village for weeks.

Tengen told you and the others that there had been a demon in the area and that he had already taken care of it.

It was a lie there was no demon

It put you on edge for a while, but after a while you were going back to your normal self, very much to the relief of Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru.

They missed your cheerful, careless self.

So did Tengen. He blamed your personality shift on that man that tried to take you away from him.

When you got pregnant, it only got worse.

While your pregnancy was celebrated yes! The other 3 wives were y/n proofing the household.

While Tengen went on missions, it was there job to make sure you didn't wander off.

And you were doing such a great job saying put, they gave you a break.

bad mistake-

You found a pretty blue butterfly, and while clutching your swollen stomach, you followed it.

Tengen arrived home from his mission and was immediately greeted by his wives!

All of them.. But you...

Now maybe you were napping!

The pregnancy made you tired after all!

So when the 4 made their way to your room-

You were gone.

Tengen could feel his heart drop in his chest.

You were gone! and most importantly.. You were carrying his child!!

He ignored his wives apologizes as he rushed out of the home and set off to find you.

Once he did, he let out a sigh of relief.

You were sitting down making a flower crown with a smile.

He loved the way your eyes brightened as you noticed him before you stood up and placed the flower crown on his head.

Before you paused and realized-

You did it again-

You couldn't help the tears sliding down your face.

Tengen paused as he looked at you before he gently lifted you.

As much as he loved you, and your adorable personality.

He couldn't let you keep doing this...

What if a demon had gotten to you!?

He would've lost you and your unborn child!!

He wasn't EVER letting you out of the house ever again...