#i just felt like designing a little i gotta go in between before i take on their canon and godswap designs xD But it’ll be similar for sure

[aureum-cordis]

Lost & Found, Part 4

A/N: Hey! It’s been a short while since my last update, college got a little hectic for me. But I’ve gotta admit, this has been my favorite part to write so far. I really have to thank everyone for checking out this little fic and I appreciate all of the reblogs and follows, as well as the notes! Thank you all so much! Check out the other parts here: Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

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You were more than content to have an audience as you drew an amalgamation of little doodles on the page you were provided. CraftyCorn was offering you any crayon, marker, or pencil you even vaguely gestured to while Bobby BearHug rested her head on DogDay’s shoulder.

The dog was unbothered by this, especially since this was the happiest he had seen the other two in what felt like years. He was grateful for this little moment of peace, even if some nagging thought attempted to plague his mind with negativity. It wasn’t as if he would ignore the thought that this could be stripped away just as quickly as it came, but he refused to feed into it.

Even he was surprised by the way he felt fiercely protective over you and the others, not that it was a negative form of surprise at all. You, and that precious little smile on your face as you lifted the page to show the trio of Smiling Critters that you had drawn them, had caused the little amount of hope in his heart to flourish. If you had survived then it was possible that they all could, that this situation wasn’t impossible to walk away from.

He wrapped his arm around the bear that rested her head on his shoulder in a side hug of sorts, allowing his own head to gently press against hers. The two watched as you gestured for CraftyCorn to join you, to which they happily accepted.

You still sat cross-legged on the ground but the unicorn laid on her stomach to join you, taking a crayon between their hooves and helping you in drawing the scenery of your little drawing of the Smiling Critters as well as yourself.

DogDay and Bobby BearHug watched you and the unicorn as you both drew an adorable image of the strange yet endearing quartet they had formed through chance. You and CraftyCorn were passing crayons and markers of various colors between each other, a wordless understanding between the two of you.

The leader of what remained of the Smiling Critters was more than content to just rest against the bear of the group as he watched you enjoy yourself, even if your hands were now covered in various colors from your composition.

You were far from deterred nor were you upset from such a thing, even going as far as admiring the smear of vibrant colors that covered your palms and fingers.

It was something so small yet noticeable that the dog and the bear couldn’t help but laugh softly at the little display, even more so as CraftyCorn lifted her hooves to show you that their luck with the crafts wasn’t all that orderly either.

The unicorn muttered her praises, admiring the way you drew each of them as well as the background they had been helping you design. You shook your head, pointing at yourself and then the Smiling Critter that had joined you.

She paused for a moment, watching your gesture before it finally clicked what you had meant. “Oh, I didn’t contribute much, this was all you. I could never take credit for it.” They replied in an amused yet genuine tone, it wasn’t fair when you had done the majority of the artwork.

You shook your head again, more enthusiastic this time and bent down to point at the paper. One of your small fingers rested on the drawn unicorn on the page, before you pointed at the real one in front of you. CraftyCorn raised her hooves in a manner that bordered on compliant, yielding their stance on rejecting any credit.

The white furred member of the Smiling Critters shifted from the prone position they were in to a seated one as she spoke. “While I still think I didn’t do much, I appreciate that you let me join you. Together, we created something that easily beats anything I have ever drawn alone.” You were positively beaming as you heard the final agreement that left the artist of the quartet.

Slowly, you moved the papers and the art supplies out of the way as you stood up. CraftyCorn was about to speak when you suddenly wrapped your arms around her torso and squeezed her in a warm embrace.

The unicorn was stunned, unsure of what to do at that moment, and turned to look at DogDay and Bobby BearHug. The dog was about to speak when the bear at his side hugged him in an instant, whispering as she did so. “Hug them!” It was a hushed shout in anything but you seemed unphased, nuzzling into the soft fur that was the unicorn’s chest as they gently wrapped their arms around you in return.

The touch was featherlight, as if you would break should any force be applied. Regardless, you were more than happy to be held even if it was by an incredibly careful unicorn.

A tired yawn left your mouth, the sound still audible despite the fact that you hadn’t, or perhaps were unable, to speak a word. With a balled up first, you rubbed one of your eyes which grew teary from the drowsiness that overcame you.

DogDay knew that you would crash soon when he had found you, the bags under your eyes were more than a sign of the sleep deprivation you suffered from. CraftyCorn allowed her arms to fall to her sides as you broke the hug and backed up slightly. Still rubbing your eyes, you turned to look at the duo that were still close together.

Bobby BearHug hadn’t let go of DogDay since she had first hugged him and he was content enough to not stop her. He didn’t have the heart to do so, not when she had been so distant until you came along, and because he didn’t mind the contact. With a slow and sluggish gait, you walked over to the two of them.

The orange dog was a little puzzled as you approached, extending the arm that he didn’t have around the bear at his side to you. You grabbed his arm and used it to steady your wobbly steps before you promptly sat yourself down in his lap. The suddenness of your action caused some of the wind to be knocked from him, but not a word of protest left his mouth.

He watched as you curled up in his lap and gently pulled the arm you had been holding onto earlier closer to you. He was more than willing to allow you to do such a thing and if he were able to cry in that moment, he would’ve. You wrapped your little arms around his as his hand rested against your back, supporting you to keep you from falling should you stir in your sleep.

A tired smile rested on your face as you looked up at him, before nestling up against his leg and closing your eyes. Together, all three of the Smiling Critters watched as your little chest rose and fell, falling entirely silent to keep from disturbing you as you rested. Collectively, they could all see how exhausted you were, which was exactly why they were more than willing to let you sleep.

For several long moments, they all remained where they were, simply observing you as you clung to the leader’s arm as if they would vanish if you let go. Carefully, CraftyCorn slowly approached the trio and sat down on the side of DogDay that was unoccupied.

There, she rested their chin on his shoulder and looked down at you, nothing but sympathy and a warmth that would soothe anyone in her gaze. They shifted slightly, resting against the dog with her body to be closer to him and you. He was more than pleased with the action, a happiness that he hadn’t felt in a very long time came to the surface, warming his heart and bringing with it an unbridled sense of joy.

You had brought forth a side to himself and the others that he feared was long gone, yet in this very moment it returned. It wasn’t until he heard a steady and rythmic thumping against the ground did he realize what was happening. His tail was the cause of the sound, wagging openly as a display of his happiness and how overjoyed he was that the others had finally been able to find a beacon of hope in this otherwise grim situation.

None of those around him stirred at the disruption nor did they seem bothered by it in the slightest. DogDay himself was embarrassed by the physical reaction that displayed his elation, but it faded as Bobby BearHug continued to embrace him and CraftyCorn’s head now rested on his shoulder and their sides pressed against one another. They were just as content as he was and that only made the thumping of his tail increase in pace.

The only sounds that filled the room were the quiet inhales and exhales of your sleeping form and the sound of the orange dog’s tail as it met the floor as those most important to him were surrounding him. Despite the fact that they had all met you today, they all shared the same sentiment as their leader did. You were now a very dear member of what remained of the Smiling Critters.

[agirlandherkinks]

Hypnovisor: Beta Test (TGTF, Hypno)

James had always been a tech super-fan. The newest phone, newest headphones, shiniest laptop, he had to stay abreast of and on top of the current trends. So when he read about some fancy new VR company that wanted beta testers for a headset, provided for free (minus shipping), his vision blurred and he signed up before he even considered finishing reading the ad.

Three weeks of anticipation and waiting passed until his doorbell finally rung, accompanied by the corresponding buzz of an email notification on his phone. Scrambling from his couch he flung the apartment door open, and to his mild surprise saw that the postman was nowhere in site. There was just a nondescript cardboard box labelled "Fragile", which fortunately bore none of the expected dents and scratches one would associate with the postal service and delicate freight. Practically bouncing with undignified delight, James scooped his parcel up and dashed back inside, barely remembering to lock the door behind him.

The headset looked even better than he had imagined. Sleek plastic curves surrounded a central visor that was just translucent enough to see through, meaning you could walk around safely if you turned a program's opacity down. It fit beautifully when he tried it on, more comfortable than anything he'd ever worn. Wearing it felt wonderful and... right, somehow. His only complaint was that the black headset was decorated in hot pink highlights, although it still looked futuristic enough to sooth his fragile masculinity. His roommate and best friend Erik certainly agreed, interspersing James' insightful comments with appropriate "Ooh's" and "Aah's". Waiting for the battery to charge seemed to take a thousand years, although chatting with each other about what it could do replaced their boredom with swiftly growing excitement.

Two hours later, a soft buzz from the headset in the corner signified its charge was complete. Erik cheered, his sandy-blonde hair bouncing behind him, and even James couldn't suppress a soft whoop of excitement. Erik unplugged it and handed it to James with a flourish and a bow, who accepted it with a suitable stuffy speech. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he was so giddy with anticipation he felt he could match Erik's goofiness for once. The advertisement had promised unmatched realism, a luxurious fit, and cutting-edge, groundbreaking technology. Normally James would have discounted claims like that as corporate claptrap, but the headset fit so well he actually believed the rest of it.

Booting up the headset brought a perky, relaxing jingle in his ears and wall of settings text in his vision. He would have read it, but between his own excitement and Erik's infectious enthusiasm he left the settings on default and skipped to the main menu. The feedback for the buttons was amazing, it felt just like he was pressing down on them whenever he touched one! Another little jingle sounded as he confirmed his choices, and a few games and applications bubbled up into his view, imposed over a hot pink background.

"So Erik, what do you think I should try," James asked. "We've got a music player, interior design app, some sorta idle monster game, and a few RPG's." "Surely try out the RPG's man! You've gotta see that high-definition you were yammering about when we called." Erik's voice came back surprisingly muffled, as if he was speaking down a long tunnel. "Bro, I can barely hear you, the noise-cancelling on this headset's insane! It's like I'm in a world of my own!" James took a deep breath, recovering a little of his composure. "Alright, an RPG it is. Fantasy, sci-fi, or modern day?" "Go fantasy! You know we've both got a thing for elf chiiiicks. Hell, with the kind of feedback you were telling me about, you might even get to grab her" Erik's distant voice sounded playful, with a ting of desire and jealousy. And it did make James hard, at the thought of getting to look and squeeze and fondle some busty elf bitch, made entirely to his wishes~

To James' horror a quiet moan escaped his lips, accompanied by faint hysterical laughter from his friend. Brushing it off angrily, he slammed the icon for 'Silverflame: A Magical Journey' (the button felt like thick moss to his touch). Instantly a soft flute begun to play in his ears, accompanied by the gentle lull of a harp and a quiet sparkling. James felt himself relax, all the tension draining out of his body. Erik must have noticed too, because James heard his laughter die down to be replaced with a slightly concerned silence. "Don't worry man," James said, "music's just really pretty..." He trailed off with a slight giggle, but heard Erik give an affirmative just before a silky, sultry voice started to speak.

"Welcome traveler, to the beautiful world of Silverflame. An untamed paradise where strange beasts roam the land, noble adventurers go forth in search of treasure, and the most wonderful magic [James shuddered] is woven. You are the latest brave, beautiful heroine [Heroine? Shouldn't I get to choose my character's gender first?] to step foot into this land. But first, tell us a bit about who you really are."

Pink sparkles rained across the screen, superimposing his view of a vibrant meadow with a series of stats. Physique, IQ, Wisdom, and Charisma, fairly standard stuff. And next to it, a human man with a blank, slightly happy expression on his face [...did he look familiar?]. James gasped, he looked just like a real person! Erik was suitably impressed by this information, and urged him to pick some stats so he can get to the body modification. "You can always change them later man, might as well pick a couple of stats now and get a move on. Sounds like you're not gonna get to pick your gender for a while, which kinda sucks. Buuut if we're being horny about this, you might as well go for a slut scaffold so you make less changes later." James chuckled at this, remembering the build they discussed one night while both sloshed beyond belief. For this game it would be high Physique and Charisma, low IQ and Wisdom. James touched the slider for Physique, and gasped as he felt himself feel... better than he had in a long time.

Not trusting his senses any more, and worrying about Erik being exposed to whatever was happening from the other side of the headset, James brushed off his concerned questions (which he could barely hear now, past the soothing, soothing, music) and suggested he went to the toilet, since he'd been holding it in since he got here. Erik grumbled at missing out, but mercifully left. James was actively sweating from what just went through his body, but couldn't muster the energy or concentration to feel the level of panic he knew he should be. The music was just so, so calming, that fear was harder to feel than usual. The prompt told him he still had to change two more stats, so he decided to turn down Wisdom. He gasped again and his vision went blurry, and when it cleared he felt a bit, fuzzier? In the head. But it wasn't too bad, in fact it was perfectly manageable. He felt even calmer now, so maybe changing another stats would make him feel better. Why not IQ? He tapped the slider.

He groaned as an immense pressure wrapped around his brain. Thoughts, aspirations, memories felt like they were melting from his head faster than they appeared. The pressure seemed like it lasted forever, but eventually it trailed off and he was left panting in his chair. It had felt, really good? Like, tots good, even. James giggled to himself. Something was different about him, but he couldn't think what. Oh well, it'll probably come to him later. He squealed in delight as he realized he could get a step closer to the body modification page, although he looked longingly at the IQ slider. He could come back to it later, for now it was time to make his super-hot elf slut a body!

James clapped to himself with delight as a cute little melody played, a shower of sparkles spiraled [spiraled...] across the screen, and the man on the side moved to the center of the screen. "Firstly", the sultry voice said, "choose what race you want to be." That was an easy choice. He clicked on the 'Elf' button, and shivered as he felt tingles run through his body, intensifying in his ears. Reaching up to touch them, he inhaled as he felt long, pointed tips. In fact, his whole body seemed a bit slimmer. This doesn't quite feel right... he thought. Oh I know! It must be making me an elf too! Maybe we'll be in a party together! Between the strange fuzziness and the pulsating heat in his groin, James quickly flicked to the next page and made his choices. Long, silver hair, gorgeous big purple eyes, and some giant perky lips. "Combination unlocked!" the narrator exclaimed, "+1 Charisma, -1 Wisdom!" James giggled again as the mental fog settled a little tighter around his brain and naughty thoughts about cute girls and boys filled his brain. Boys? Well I guess I've never minded swinging both ways... This felt natural to him, because of course he'd always been bisexual. Next screen!

"Choose your voice young heroine," the woman commanded. James felt a little strange, like her voice was echoing around his head. And why were the sparkles still there, spinning and spinning around the screen. He felt confused, but knew he had to obey that voice. He picked the sexiest combination for his own voice; high pitched, breathy, perky. "Combination unlocked! +1 Charisma, -1 Int." He moaned as that wonderful pressure wrapped his brain and his weekend plans changed to eyeing hunks at the beach. Girls were cool and all, but men had always been more interesting to him [and their pulsing, hard...].

"Now heroine, can you tell me: Are you a girl, or a boy?" The question sent shock waves through his brain. He was a he... right? Why did it feel like there was some longing, some need to acknowledge the woman in him... her? The fog, the music, the spirals, all the feelings he had been having, James could hardly think. Maybe he should think less. Being a girl sounded fun, it's just a character after all. And he needed to be sexy. "Wonderful choice young lady! Now, are you a dominatrix, a super-switch, or a bimbo slut?" Bimbo slut~ James giggled as the words echoed in her brain. She was a bit of a slut, now that she thought about it. It felt odd to pick it, but why not for funsies? "Bimbo slut selected! Wonderful choice, just wonderful. Hold still while your stats are adjusted, and then we'll begin on giving you the perfect, sexy body you've always wanted."

The spirals filled her view and began increasing in speed. James was taken aback at first, but quickly felt oddly calm and receptive to that sultry voice.

"Physique +1, Physique +1, Physique +1." James felt wonderful, like every ache and blemish in his body had faded away.

"Wisdom -1, Wisdom -1." Thinking was fuzzy, but Jamella felt so content she didn't care.

"Charisma +1, Charisma +1, Charisma +1, Charisma +1. Charisma +1." Jamella gasped as visions of sexy men, pecs and abs and juicy, throbbing cocks filled her mind. A desperate heat filled her, and she began touching her groin against her will to try and ease it.

"IQ -1." She moaned, feeling light.

"IQ-1." Empty. She was so, wonderfully empty.

"IQ -1." This was like, so much funsies! She didn't know what was going on, but everything felt so nice~

"IQ -1. Congratulations Ella, you now have the 'Bimbo Slut' build."

Ella giggled absently. Thinking was like, so hard, and she felt like, so hard~. The fun spirals had disappeared... But the nice lady was talking to her again! With great effort, she listened in. "Now that your mental changes are complete, it's time for the physical changes!" Ella rubbed her thighs together and cheered in excitement. She couldn't wait to have more fun! "Unless you choose so now, the process will be au-to-ma-tic [...why was she using such big words?]. You can choose to take over at any time, or wait until the end and adjust as you please [...please. That word felt funny in her brain]".

"No user input detected. Body adjustment commencing."

A nice shiver went through Ella's body as she felt her headset warm against her face. Looking at the boring young man she'd begun to customize (her reflection, of course), she couldn't wait to begin! She sighed happily as waves of pretty silver hair drifted into her view and cascaded down her back. It felt especially nice against her smooth, soft skin, and she couldn't help but gently shake her head to watch it sway. A cool feeling brought her attention to her face, and the alluring amethyst eyes now set in it. Her face itself became much more elegant [but cutesy, too!], and she puckered her lips as a lovely pressure made them swell and bulge out, giving her a sexy and kissable pout [the boys'll love this look! boys~]. She felt herself shrink a few centimeters, gulping as her Adam's apple disappeared into her body. In fact, her whole body had become even more slender, with narrow shoulders, adorably small hands [pretty purple nails!], and a tiny little waist. She gasped, then clasped her hands over her mouth in delight. Her voice was so high and cutesy! She couldn't stop herself from giving out tiny, high-pitched giggles, just to hear how cute she was!

"Basic body structure altered. Adjusting outfit in preparation for primary and secondary sexual characteristics."

Ella ooh'ed appreciatively as a stream of sparkles enveloped her body. And when they disappeared, she squealed in delight! Her drab t-shirt and denim shorts were gone! In their place was a beautiful silver mini-dress that shimmered like starlight when she moved. She frowned in vexation, though. The plunging chest and shoulder-less design was very pretty, but her chest was flat! [shouldn't I have tiddies? The boys won't like me like this...] And the way it clung to her waist and hips would have been sexy, but as it was there was barely any difference between them! Her ass wasn't nearly big enough to justify how the dress cut off barely past it, and with how tight the fabric was Ella could see how achingly hard she was [wait, why do I have a cock? I'm supposed to get cock! In my mouth, in my ass, in my tight little pussy~]. It wasn't right!

"Thank you for your patience sweetie. Optimal figure calculated. Prepare for adjustment of sexual characteristics."

Ella let out a moan as a wave of heat and pleasure washed over her. With how horny she was she could barely keep her eyes open, but she knew she wanted to watch herself become the sexy little [cum] slut she was meant to be [I want it... I want to be~]. The heat settled in her hips, her ass, and her chest, and she moaned again as the changes begun.

Her nipples grew first, more than doubling in size and stiffening through the soft fabric of her dress. Tentatively touching them induced a gasp of pleasure [so nice~] and sent her rocking backwards. The motion made her giggle, because in that time she'd grown a cute pair of B-cup breasts that jiggled when she rocked. Jiggle makes me giggle. I like giggling. I like jiggling. Ella nodded thoughtfully to herself, feeling very wise. Her boobies grew to C-cups. She jiggled some more. She giggled some more.

A tightness around her hips distracted Ella from her tiddies. They were growing! She groaned as fabric and flesh tightened around them, too euphoric to feel pain. Sliding her hands from her waist to her hips made her squeal happily. She had such a sexy hourglass figure, she knew any girl worth her money would be jealous [and the boys would wanna hold me and squeeze me and fuck me raw]. Thighs thickening dramatically in response to her growth, she slapped her ass in impatience. Why won't it get bigger already!

But get bigger it did, swelling out in response to her touch. She fell forward as sheer pleasure blanketed her mind and weakened her knees. Squishing her boobies against the ground made her feel even nicer, until she was panting and moaning for somebody to help, to hit her again and make her bigger~

A slap landed on her booty, and she groaned in delight as it and her thighs swelled again. More. More! I NEED MORE! She moaned in ecstasy as blow after blow landed, making her swell and grow and grow and swell and feel so gooooood! Her tits inflated to D, then E-cups [good for the boys. I can jiggle so well for them~]. Her hips widened and thighs thickened, until she looked ridiculously large compared to her waist [ridicu... ridic... really, really sexy...] And her ass kept growing, and growing, and growing and growing and growing and growing! Tighter! Around my cock! Cock... I... oh~ Too... too... much! Too much! I'm~ I'm!

OooOOoOoOOooOoOoooOOOOOHHH~

Ella screamed in delight as she came, just cumming and cumming and cumming her tiny little brain out.

"Wisdom -1. IQ -1. Charisma +1. Charisma +1."

She was desperate, humping against the ground as the flow of cum abated from her cock. Everything she had been was flowing out of her messy stupid brain, and everything that she should be was coming in. Boys... Cock... Need fuck... Breed~ I'm such a dumb little cum slut~ She giggled to herself.

"Final adjustment required."

Ella stood up shakily, the bottom of her dress a cum-soaked mess. She squealed with delight as the mental fog settled even tighter and she felt an intense heat in her groin. She could see the tops of nipples trying to break free from her dress, and could feel the air drift over her ass, which had mostly escaped the fabric in her growth. So sexy. Hehe~ Boy can take me~ Don't even need dress off~ Thinking hard... Her ass and hips had pulled up so much fabric that her cock was visible now, deflating and still leaking from her orgasm, but she gasped in pleasure as it began rising up again. And, as she felt something long and hard brush her booty [cock? Boys? Fuck?].

A pressure like hands on her shoulders forced her to her knees, and she whimpered in desire as she felt an unseen cock touch her cheek. At the same time, something began intensely stimulating her own. She reflexively opened her mouth in a moan, but was cut off as she felt the cock shove inside [Feels~ Feels!].

All thought stopped.

Her mind was blank, full of pleasure and desire and happiness. Her cock felt good like it never had before, and the dick in her mouth tasted wonderful~ This was what Ella was made for, what she was meant to be. Feeling good, feeling sexy, feeling a pleasant emptiness that could only be filled with cock. Her haze reached a crescendo. Dimly she was aware of her own cries of ecstasy, muffled by the cock fucking her mouth and mind, as she came harder than she even had before. And as she came, her dick shrunk with each spurt until it went inside her [inside me!]. The cock withdrew from her mouth, filling her with a desperate longing. Emma moaned for her unseen hero, then gasped as she felt him once more. And blinked in surprise as the pretty meadow and her sexy reflection disappeared.

She was kneeling on the floor of an unfamiliar room. Shaking off a little of her confusion [don't need know much anyways...], she gasped as the tell-tale smell of pre-cum filled her nose. There was a man standing in front of her!

Sandy-blonde hair. Body like a surfer hunk! Naked. With a massive, sexy cock, dripping with her saliva and it's own juices. Ella moaned in desire, falling on all fours. Visibly trembling with lust, he tenderly cupped her cheek and slowly moved behind her.

Touching her with his [cock!].

Ever so gently, on the edge of her [...pussy!!!!]

He rammed inside her, and she screamed as an absolute feeling of rightness, of sexiness and pleasure and single-minded happiness rushed through her [MORE! HARDER! COCKKKK~]. Riding his dick she felt herself go into a trance, with nothing, absolutely nothing, disturbing her feelings. Ever. This was right. Ella moaned and surrendered to herself, drifting away on her lover's cock and mindless pleasure.

[backwzzds]

ೃ⁀➷ 5 in the mornin’, trafalgar law (nsfw)

law never gets mad when you call. even if its to have phone sex with him at 5 in the morning.

only back to drop for my baby daddy’s birthday <3. might feed y’all some more later today i gotta see how tired i am 🙇🏾‍♀️

it nearing 5 in the morning when you’d started to grow restless. usually you pulled all nighters on the night where law had to pull doubles at the hospital, most lasting anywhere from 36 to 48 hours. but no matter how many times he told you to stop waiting up two days straight for him—you didn’t listen.

you were sure that sleep was coming soon. law only worked four days a week, ranging at 96 hours of being head surgeon, and most of that time, you spent it awake, up and waiting for him—you were insane. you checked the time and figured that he’d finally be on his three hour break, permitting him to finally get at least a nap in his office quarters designated for senior doctors.

you began to grow irritable as you felt your body heat up randomly. you couldn’t remember the last time you had sex; it’s been a couple weeks due to how busy both you and law were. though the sun would be coming up soon, you’d felt the sudden urge to masturbate and hopefully release some tension like you usually did in order to sleep, but knew your fingers were nothing in comparison to law’s.

contemplation picked at your brain. you bit your lip, waging a mental war with yourself on what you should do. you were sure law would be napping right now—getting the little bit of sleep he usually did before his next and last surgery at eight in the morning, just a few hours from now. he always answered the phone whenever you called, but you felt so bad for disturbing him, even if it was just to get a nut from the sound of his voice alone.

you decided to try and settle it out yourself in hopes that you could have at least one orgasm before sleep naturally came over you. but with your plush legs spread open to the wall full of pictures of you two, you screwed your eyes shut in frustration when you couldn’t get yourself to cum. twenty minutes had passed by and you were growing annoyed for the lack of a nice orgasm.

finally giving into your nasty desires, you picked up your phone and clicked on law’s contact to facetime, resting the phone on the pillow by your ear, hand still between your hands and rubbing at your clit. you’re breathing heavily when he finally answers.

“hm?” you look over at your phone and notice that law is laying down with near closed eyes, the room to his quarters barely lit. “you alright baby?” his voice is groggy and tired. you felt bad for bothering him.

“i’m sorry,” you choked out. “just wanted to hear your voice is all. go back to sleep.” you’re prepared to hang up and just deal with your orgasm yourself but stopped when law hums in decline.

law opens one eye and furrows his brow as to why he was staring at the ceiling. “it’s alright. you okay?”

you breath out, rubbing your clit at the sound of his voice. even that was enough to get you to cum. “yeah, i’m good. just miss you.”

your man lets out a yawn as he finally sits up a bit and eyes the camera. “i miss you too. you sure you’re okay? you sound like something is bothering you.”

“law, please talk to me,” you whisper softly, “say something sexy, please baby. how was your day at work?”

“it’s fine. had a knee and back surgery today. the back one nearly blew me out from how intricate it was. one wrong move and you could nick an artery in the spinal cord and permanently paralyze the patient…” it doesn’t take long for your doctor boyfriend to hang onto your words once he hears your unsteady breathing grow louder. “you in bed right now?” you hum out a response and nod your head, forgetting he couldn’t see you. now law was more awake as the topic of conversation intrigued him. his voice remains low as he thinks about you in all your glory. “you touching yourself?”

“mhm,” you let out. “keep—keep telling me about your day, baby please.”

“you really couldn’t wait, huh?” he chuckled lowly. it was just like you to be impatient. “thought i told you i’ll deal with you when i get home in a few hours, hm? you know my work days are boring.”

“fuck,” you drew out. it wasn’t unusual for you to be the perverted one in the relationship. law was more of the quiet one but you never had a problem with expressing yourself—oncoming orgasms included. “c-couldn’t wait. g-gonna cum soon.”

your chest is heaving up and down as law responds, dominance slowly peaking into his still hoarse vocie. “alright. you gonna do everything i tell you to, baby?”

you slip your middle finger into your cunt, slowly teasing yourself in hopes of tricking your body into thinking it was law touching you, but your body knew better than that. no one could ever replace the surgeon of death’s hands. “yes daddy, just make me cum please,” you whisper, eyes fully closed now.

the sound of a zipper is being heard from the phone, and you could only assume that law was mirroring your actions in the confinements of his own room, pulling his fat cock out the tent of his pants. with a heavy breath, he mutters, “rub that clit for me. nice and slow, okay, baby? just let me take control.”

you nod your head and do as told, handling your little bud with the utmost care as law would have. a few seconds into doing so, you can’t help but ask, “you touching yourself?”

small grunts and moans from law’s end of the phone tells you all you need to know as he breathes heavily. “no other choice but to,” he grits out, referring to your irresistible personality that only got more attractive during your mutual masturbation sessions. only you could wake the surgeon three hours before his next surgery for some phone sex and an orgasm. “go ahead ‘n put a finger in for me just the way i do it.”

“as long as you rub your thumb over your fat tip,” you whisper, pumping your middle finger in and out of you. “can you do that for me baby? nice and slow.”

“mhm,” law hummed, nodding. “fuck,” he whined lowly. and just like you said, he rolled the D of his right thumb finger right over his reddened tip, sticky with pre-cum as he savored your voice over the phone. “take your tits out. squeeze them just the way you like it.” with your free hand, you opened your robe, revealing your already naked body. “add one more finger.”

you let out a gasp as you feel yourself stretch with the addition of another finger, but not in the same way it does with law’s. “wish i can show you,” you wheeze out. “show you how wet my pussy is for you.”

“i know, mama,” law coos as he talks you through it. “but i’m not there right now so you’re gonna have to work this one out on your own in the mean time. rub your clit clockwise. you know how i do it,”

you frown. “‘s not you, daddy,” you whine, “‘s not gonna work.”

“stop talking and focus,” law’s voice is stern as he practically bites down on his tongue to prevent a loud groan from escaping from his lips. “you wanna call me at 5 in the mornin’ knowin’ i got a surgery to prepare for soon? mhm hmm, shove those fingers up that cunt and be a good girl now.”

you immediately do as told and stuff yourself with another finger. you curve your thumb upward to rub at your clit, causing you to jolt with extra stimulation. “oh fuck,” you whined, kicking ur knees up to the ceiling. you begin to feel a large knot tie in your stomach as you sped up your pace. “keep talking, baby. please.”

“yeah? you like that, mama?” law’s voice is taunting and teasing as he himself begins to lose control of his breathing. “you like it when i talk to you mean like that? you little minx.”

“yes,” you dragged out in a whining tone. “need you so bad, papa, i miss you.” you hadn’t seen your man in four days—of course you were gonna be acting like this.

“fuck,” the young doctor’s straining himself to hear your words. with a few more pumps of his shaft to the sounds of your wet pussy and whiny cries, law finally comes undone, shooting thick ropes of his hot white cum all over his delicate fingers and scrubs.

the proof of his affection continues oozing out the slick red slit of his tip as he bites down on his lip, trying his hardest not to let his sounds travel outside his sleeping quarters. “you gonna cum baby?”

“law, ngh—i’m coming!—“ you’re gasping for air once you finally feel the knot in your stomach come undone once more. fingers soaking up your juices like prunes, your eyes flutter shut when you feel your heart finally slow down. you and your man are both are breathing heavily over the phone when law finally sits up from his position.

“i’m on my way home.”

[cal-flakes]

Completely obsessed with dealer!rafe. 😍

Can we please have him take his angel on a shopping spree. Like he buys her anything she wants, from food to designer jewellery. Anything to see the smile on her face.

okay so i love this.

╰┈➤ shopping spree with dealer!rafe

warnings: a tad nsfw if you look closely.

summary: rafe treats his princess to anything she wants for the day.

the sound of silverware scraping against dishes filled the restaurant while y/n twirled the pasta around her fork. she huffed slightly, hoping it would go unnoticed. it didn’t.

“angel, don’t worry if you can’t finish it, if you’re full you’re full..” he soothed, reaching across the table to stroke her hand.

“but i feel bad, it’s super expensive!” she whined, guilt ridden. y/n always felt bad spending rafe’s money, despite him having too much for his own good. “shh, i told you today was all about you, i don’t care about the money..”

after a bit of back and forth, rafe settled the bill before leaving the restaurant.

“okay princess, where do you wanna go?” he asked, gesturing towards the open street, filled with stores.

her face twisted in thought, stroking her chin amusingly. “ooh! bookstore!” she squealed, throwing her hands in the air excitedly.

he wiped a hand over his face as he chuckled, grinning at her childlike behaviour.

“books? i’m offering to buy you anything you could possibly want, and you want books?” he laughed, exasperated.

she frowned slightly. “i mean, yeah! you just bought me new shelves, i need to fill them?” she spoke, as if he should’ve known. “okay, okay..whatever you want baby..”

interlocking her hand in his, she pulled him through the bustling crowds of people and turned down a little side street.

she beamed up at him as he grimaced at the tatty old store they’d stopped in front of.

“baby, i love you but why would you wanna get old books from here? you don’t want me to get you brand new ones?” he suggested,

“rafe..second hand books are so much better!” she whined, smacking his chest lightly. he held his hands up in defeat before ushering her inside.

he sat patiently in the corner as she browsed the shop, trailing her dainty hands along the worn spines.

“hey baby, i gotta make a few phone calls, i’ll come and get you when you’re done..” he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. she nodded, turning back to the books.

thirty minutes passed, and she had read countless blurbs and descriptions before rafe returned.

“hey princess you done?” he asked, smirking as he slipped something into his back pocket. “almost! can you give me a hand with these please?” she groaned, struggling to carry the stack of books to the cashier.

he rushed to her side, shifting the weight of the books from her arms to his, lifting them as if they were a pile of feathers.

she leant into his chest as he handed the cash over to the lady, thanking him in a whisper.

after visiting a few more shops, they decided on taking a stroll along the docks, rafe followed her footsteps, arms clad with bags.

they stopped at a bench outside the island club, enjoying the sunshine for a minute.

“hey princess?” he turned, brushing some hairs out of her face. she responded with a hum, leaning into his touch. “i got you something..” he grinned, reaching for his pocket.

“what? why? you already spent so much..” she gasped as her brows furrowed.

he pulled out a white, rectangular box, lifting the lid tentatively.

her hand clamped over her mouth as she stared at the accessory, glistening under the sun.

“rafe?” she uttered, almost breathless. a tight lipped smile crossed his face as he glanced between her and the chain.

“it’s a necklace princess, it has my name engraved on it, so i’ll always be close..” he muttered sheepishly, the passionate display of affection almost unnerving him.

he was so deeply enamoured by her, every single day. he couldn’t get enough of her, and he certainly couldn’t buy her enough jewellery to properly display how much he adored her.

[m-jelly]

Levi x ballerina reader. Like theyre already together and reader was warming up and levi got all blushy and didnt know how to tell her...

@kenkopanda-art <3

Stretching

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, fluff, romance, being a couple, ballerina reader, flustered Levi, suggestive.

Levi goes with you to practice because he adores watching you dance. This is his first time watching you stretch and as he does he starts to feel things he shouldn't in public.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

Watching you was like watching a Goddess design and create a magical world. No matter how many times Levi watched you, he was always left speechless. It just brought a smile to his face because you were so happy when you danced, it was just in your blood and soul.

The pain you would get in your feet sometimes was bad, so Levi did everything in his power to help you. He made sure he bought the best products and would massage it all into your feet and ankles. Every time you felt doubt or tired, he would praise you and give you the boost you needed. Levi always had a bag full of everything you needed to keep you going.

Today you had practice and you invited Levi to go with you, which he was excited about. Levi was the CEO of a company that supplied wonderful tea and coffee that was delicious and the trading was fair. Every single person he employed was paid fairly and had rights.

Levi helped you take your jacket off and then knelt before you and swapped your boots for your shoes. He was never asked to do this, he just loved doing it and you always felt flustered as his talented fingers moved as he tied up the ribbon.

You let out a shy whine. "Levi."

He glanced up at you with pure adoration in his eyes. "Yes?"

"You don't have to do this."

"I know." He leaned closer and kissed your knee. "I want to. I enjoy it."

You hummed a little laugh. "You're cute."

He leaned up and kissed you. "Have a good practice. I will be right here if you need me. I have your drinks and snacks."

You giggled. "Thank you. You take such good care of me."

"Because I love you."

You felt your cheeks heat up. "I love you too." You rose to your feet. "I gotta warm up."

"I'll be here. You're doing amazing."

The other people coming in didn't even register with Levi because his eyes were on you. Every move you were making was so elegant and smooth. He took a seat and admired the way you worked. A sweet smile graced his lips as you stretched your joints.

Levi blushed hard when you lifted your leg in the air and grabbed your toes. Something heated shot through him when he saw you doing the splits standing up. He tried to look away from between your legs, but it was hard to not look at how stunning and sexy you were.

Every move you made and stretch was intoxicating and attractive to him. The two of you were very physical with each other in bed, it was hard to keep your hands to yourselves. You both wanted each other and enjoyed loving and touching the other. It was not like he'd never seen you in sexy positions before, but something was setting his heart and body on fire.

He shifted a little and realised he was getting more and more needy for you. He grabbed your bag of drinks and snacks and then placed it on his lap. Now he was more comfortable, he watched you for much longer and felt himself drooling at how incredible you were. It was hard to hide his blush on his cheeks and as soon as you looked over him and smiled, you seemed to register the blush he had and simply giggled.

Levi enjoyed watching you practice and as soon as you hurried over he offered you a drink. "W-Well done."

You downed some of your drink and hummed. "We're you checking me out as I stretched?"

"I-I've never seen you stretch before. I-It was uh...n-nice."

"Nice?" You smirked and leaned closer. "Nice how?"

He gulped hard and tried to avoid your gaze. "I ah...you...well..."

You kissed Levi and nuzzled your nose against his after. "You are so cute. It's okay to admit you got horny watching me."

He groaned a bit. "I feel like an animal."

"My hungry wolf."

He looked at his lap as he blushed. He released a long sigh before speaking. "I l-loved what I s-saw. Mm...it made me...feel things...good things..."

"Well, I know how you feel. When you work out in the gym in our home? My word does it make me tingle inside." You released a long sigh. "You're incredible."

Levi got up and growled. "Maybe next time I can use you to work out. I could lift you."

You shivered. "Y-Yes."

[whiskey-bumblebee]

Hii<33 I'm the one who asked for requests lmao

So... I just had this thought and I can't shake it off </3

dbf!Hotch is having a bad time. Haley had been complaining about his schedule at work for a while, their love life wasn't going well, and Hotch starts to realize that he could feel something for his best friend's daughter. 👀

So when Haley tells him that she wants a divorce, (and to consider themselves divorced immediately, they just have to sign the paperwork) he doesn't have a place to live, and when his sweet, lovely, and caring best friend hears him, he suggests that he might move in with them for a while 👀 (Reader is happy that he's coming to live with them, even if she doesn't yet know why)

I really don't want to make this long (and I'm sorry ughh) but what about Hotch having a nightmare about losing Reader, but she somehow notices that he's not feeling well, and they sleep together?

You know, some flirt around the house and some fluffy and the end 🥹

Feel free to ignore this, I know it's a bit meh LMAO

would it be a sin?

Pairing: dbf!Aaron Hotchner/Reader

Accessibility/Diversity notes: Gender neutral reader (let me know if you want me to change the pronouns, nonnie!), reader's dad is a minor character.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: dbf!hotch (reader is an adult), brief mentions of Jack and Haley, allusions to masturbation.

A/N: Thanks for your request! If you like this, feel free to send another 💃Postscript designed by @saradika (thank you!!) Also I listened to 'Can't Help Falling in Love' while writing this (specifically Haley Reinhart's version), if anyone wants to listen to that while they read :)

Tagging: @ssamorganhotchner @hotchsdoormat

It's bad timing. All of it is bad timing.

Fine, it could have been worse. The case was much like all the others, not one of the ones that wrenched Hotch's heart out of his chest and tore it into little pieces. Although maybe it would have been better if it had been one of those, seeing as the outcome of the day was the same.

"Get out. Me and Jack can't take this anymore."

"Haley, please, let's just talk about this. I'm not going to try and change your mind, but we need to talk about the details-"

"No, Aaron, get out. Just get out. And don't come back."

That gets Aaron's attention. Haley had kicked him out before, but never with the stipulation not to return. His wide brown eyes settle on her, assessing her.

"Haley... This is my house."

"God, you love throwing that back at me, don't you? If it's your house, why are you hardly ever in it? It's your house, but it's Jack's home. He didn't even recognize you when you came home."

"He was watching TV and called me by one of the characters' names. It's developmentally appropriate-"

"I'm filing for divorce, Aaron."

"Daddy?"

Jack walks into the room, clutching his teddy to his chest. He's in his blue astronaut pajamas.

"Can you read me a story before you go again?"

"I'm not going anywhere, buddy."

Jack's face lights up. "You mean... even two stories?"

Aaron grins. "Yeah. Even two."

Haley glares at him. "Actually, Jackers, daddy is leaving. He's gotta go."

Jack looks between his parents, clearly confused by their conflicting words.

"But he said-" Jack starts.

"Go to bed, Jack." Haley rubs her forehead.

"Haley, it's not even seven yet, let me-" Aaron takes a step towards Haley. She takes a step back and looks over at Jack.

"Bed, Jack. Now."

"But daddy's home."

Aaron's heart twists in his chest. He's always felt like the luckiest man alive to be the person that this sweet kid calls that, and the disappointment on Jack's features is sharper than any knife.

Haley shoots Aaron a look that says 'this is all your fault', and Aaron's stomach drops. Maybe he should have slept on the couch in his office. How could he expect Jack to handle this? The constant coming and going, the late nights, the missed soccer games...

"Okay. Alright buddy, I'll see you soon."

Jack's face crumples. "No story?"

Haley scoops Jack into her arms and starts walking towards his bedroom. She glances back over her shoulder and mouths 'out'.

And that's how Aaron finds himself back in his car much earlier than he'd expected to be. He scrolls through his contacts three times before he finds someone he feels okay about calling at dinnertime on a weeknight.

"Hey, Aaron. What's up?"

"God, I don't know where to start. Uh, so it looks like I might need a place to stay tonight. I'd book a hotel but with the concert tonight-"

"Fuck, man. Haley again? It's no trouble. I'm actually out of town for a few days, there's a conference in Dallas, you can stay in my bedroom."

"I'll sleep on the couch-"

"No, my kid's visiting this week, I think they'd prefer if you stay in another room."

"Oh, of course."

You, Aaron thinks. Lovely, intelligent, kind. Of course you're visiting your dad. Of course your dad forgot to block out the time to see you.

"Alright, you know where the spare key is. Let yourself in. Stay as long as you need, I'll be back Friday morning though. Hopefully Haley's cooled off by then."

Three days alone with you. Aaron feels guilty for intruding into your space like this, but he's just about out of options. There's a feeling low in his belly, hard to ignore and harder still to admit, but he pushes it down as far as he can.

He drums his fingers on the steering wheel and watches the streets pass. Soon enough, there's your house. He rings the doorbell as a courtesy, but eyes the potted plant that he knows has a hollow base.

"Oh! Mr. Hotchner."

"Hi, uh, I just called your dad-"

"He called me too. Come in," Your smile is inviting, if the way you swung the door wide open wasn't enough.

You turn on the kettle and take out two mugs, then tap the instant coffee and the box full of teabags in turn. Aaron nods towards the tea. You gesture for him to take a seat. He calls out from the living room.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I know it's short notice."

"No, no. I only cancelled my birthday party."

Aaron winces. "Oh my god, please, I'll hide out in your dad's room."

You just smile and laugh easily. "I'm just kidding. I thought you knew my birthday wasn't for another few months."

Now that Aaron thinks about it, he did know that. Your birthday was closer to his than this time of year.

You bring out the two cups of tea, setting out a little plate of cookies.

"Have you eaten anything? You look like you're wasting away."

"Thanks," Aaron huffs a laugh. "A week of takeaways will do that to a person."

You look Aaron over. "Hmm. Strong Southern boy like you... How about some green bean casserole? It's just leftovers, but..."

The humility in your eyes, matched with your robust generosity, your effortless thoughtfulness, makes Aaron swoon.

"I can even sweeten the deal with some mashed potato."

He wonders how long it's been since you saw him last. Maybe a year? It's not often you're in town. And this is how you greet him.

"If it's not too much trouble."

You shrug.

"Be trouble. It sounds like you've had a rough day."

Aaron sighs. So your dad told you.

"Jack looked so sad. Haley is, well. I understand that I'm not enough for her, but my son... I should be there for him. He needs a father."

"You are there for him," You cock your head.

"Not enough."

"If Haley isn't capable of parenting him on her own, she shouldn't have settled down with you."

Your tone is cool, but you're not saying it to be cruel. Hotch knows you're right. Haley knew what she was getting into.

"Anyway. You probably don't want to talk about it."

Aaron nods. "Your life is probably much more interesting than mine."

You shrug. "Trying to find the right combination of work and play. Much the same as yours."

Your lives couldn't be more different, but Aaron sees what you mean. You understand.

You finish the last of your tea with one large gulp and head for the kitchen to heat up some dinner for Aaron.

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Aaron can't hold back. His heart is full from your conversation, and the food you'd given him sits warmly in his belly. He knows this room shares a wall with the guest bedroom, where you're sleeping, so he bites the fist of his right hand while his left hand is... occupied.

A grunt slips from his lips, and he can't help it, it sounds like the first syllable of your name. He scrunches his eyes shut, ceasing his movements. He waits for you to bang on the wall, or to knock on his door, but nothing comes.

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Three nights pass that way.

You used earplugs on the first night, but your curiosity and desire dissolve your ethics. He's breathy, a practiced quiet from nights in hotel rooms beside his colleagues. They could almost be the breaths of sleep, but they come slightly too quick, slightly too sharp.

[Aaron wonders why you haven't said anything. He's not exactly trying to be loud, but...]

The thought of your mouth on him makes you feel electric. You bite your lip, willing your mind to think of anything else. This is completely inappropriate. You'd hate to make him uncomfortable. It feels like a violation of privacy.

Later that night, Aaron bursts into your room, trembling. He's been sleeping in a pair of sweatpants, shirtless.

You blink slowly, willing the heavy sleep from your limbs.

"Aaron?"

He takes a seat on the side of your bed.

"I'm sorry, I know it's the middle of the night-"

You shake your head. "Is everything okay?"

He rests his hand over your own.

You lift the covers, the same way you've always done for friends, close family. You pat the bed beside you and he slips in. You sit hip to hip with your backs pressed against the wall behind you. To stay warm, you keep the covers pulled up to your chest.

"Haley's going to leave me."

"It's a hard situation-"

Aaron shakes his head, cutting you off.

"Haley's going to leave me, and instead of dreaming about her, I was dreaming about you."

He can't look you in the eyes, instead staring at the foot of the bed.

"What did you dream about?"

"Psychologically, it would be sensible to dream about losing her. But we were on this ship, and there was all of this swell, and a wave came, and I couldn't save you. You were just swept right off the deck and I couldn't save you."

"Hey," You coo. "You're okay. I'm okay." You wrap your arms around him. "I'm right here."

"You're important to me," He breathes. "I didn't realize it until now, but-"

He turns to face you, and you realize too late that your faces are very, very close together. He glances at your lips, then back up at your eyes.

"Aaron," You breathe.

"Kiss me?" His voice is soft from sleep, but there's a plea in his eyes.

You shake your head. "I don't want to take advantage of you."

He smiles. "Take advantage of me? When I came into your bedroom in the middle of the night?"

"Okay, okay. And you're older, and more experienced, and whatever. But you're tired. I can see it in you. And you just had a nightmare."

You run your index finger over the creases in his brow.

"What does it mean, that the dream was about you?"

A more conscious Aaron would have known the answer, but he's exhausted, sleep-deprived. Without his typical routine, his kitchen, his suits lined up by colour. He's missing his armour.

"Think about it in the morning."

"Can I stay?"

You run your fingers through his short hair. You'd daydreamed of this moment for years. All of your logic is telling you that it's not a good time, he's not in his right mind, he has a room he can easily go back to, and he's still married. The golden band is still on his finger. He sees you seeing it.

He slips it off, letting it clatter on your bedside table.

"Don't let her make the decision."

"So, stay."

Aaron gestures for you to lie down, and you do. He lies down on his back and you move to rest your head on his chest. You drape one of your legs over his own.

"I'm not going to be a rebound."

"I wouldn't let you. You wouldn't let yourself."

You nod.

"Try to get some sleep. God knows you need it."

Aaron nods.

You count the glow in the dark stars that glow on the ceiling. You count again, and again, waiting to wake up. The sun rises before you do.

When your father walks into his bedroom the next morning and finds it empty, the sheets rumpled, he's confused. Aaron isn't the type to leave a bed unmade.

He pushes the door to the guest bedroom open slowly, just enough to see inside. You're in bed, which he expected. What he didn't expect was seeing his best friend beside you. You're both still asleep, curled around each other like you've known each other all your lives. Your dad supposes you have known Aaron all your life, and he's known you all of yours.

He expects anger to well up inside him, or betrayal, or grief. But seeing your bodies entangled in the sheets, he only feels peace. You fit together like this is what you were made for. Your dad smiles and closes the door gently.

[huihuiheart]

Inked Up - Tattoo Artist! Song Mingi

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Pairing:  Tattoo Artist! Mingi x Fem! Reader

Genre: Tattoo Artist Au, Smut

Summary: Your first tattoo might just be what gets you addicted to them, well at least if you could get a replay of events next time you walk up to Mingi’s door.

Warnings: Protected sex, tattooing, slight subdom themes, fingering, dirty talk, praise, nipple play, mirror sex, slight overstim, honestly very tame for my smuts.

Word Count: 2791

Your hands were shaking as you reached for the door, though whether it was from nerves or excitement you weren’t quite sure. You’d carefully planned and selected not only what your first tattoo would be and where it should go, but also who exactly your artist would be. The interesting thing was that he didn’t typically take appointments, yet when you reached out to ask to see if he would even be willing to do it considering the design and the location he made a plan with you hearing that it would be your first so that you could mentally prepare. So here you were a special exception as you built up the courage to finally open the door and walk in. 

“Well hello there, pretty thing, you made it.” Mingi chuckles from behind the little counter, stunning you not only with the rasp in his voice but also his appearance. Standing tall with his hands on the counter pulling the unbuttoned sides of his shirt farther apart and exposing just a tad more of his chest with pretty linework across it, decorated with pretty chains. “I have the design all setup and ready to get on a stencil, but why don’t you come take a look at it again first?” 

“You sure? If you’re in a rush I understand.” You insist, to which he raises a brow moving to help you with your coat rather casually. 

“Oh for you beautiful I have all the time in the world, we don’t rush art. Especially not on such a perfect canvas. I’m prepared to take all the time necessary for us to get it exactly how your pretty little heart desires love.”  Mingi practically purrs into your ear before pulling away to hang your coat now, leading the way to where he had the piece sketched out for you to look at in person finally.  

With a few minor tweaks, the stencil was ready to go and Mingi had you take a seat at his workstation, getting you some water before stepping away to make sure he had everything he would need already there and ready to go. Setting up his station before turning to you with a smile and looking over your shirt.

“Whenever you’re comfortable, go ahead and get ready and lay back for me.”  Mingi smiles at you before turning away in case you felt nervous under his gaze, busying himself with his tools and the stencil he would soon lay onto your skin. Giving you time to slip off your hoodie and bra, laying back, and taking a shaky breath to calm your nerves about being like this in front of such an attractive man before clearing your throat to bring his attention back to you. Mingi takes a moment to appreciate the sight before him, eyes darkening just slightly before he’s moving to lay out the stencil, laying the ink onto your skin before bringing a mirror over to let you take a look at how the design sat across your sternum and underboobs. 

You look over it before nodding and laying back again, “It’s exactly what I wanted, I’m ready whenever you are.” 

“I’m not going to lie to you sweetheart, this piece is gonna be intense especially since it’s your first. So before we start I need you to promise me that you’ll be a good girl and follow directions, okay?” Mingi questions, tsking softly at the tiny little nod you give, “Now that’s not going to work love, you gotta talk to be baby.”

"Okay. I'll listen." You speak quietly, Mingi reaching out with a gloved hand to place it between your breasts and gently holding the skin so. The machine clicking on in his other hand, but not yet touching your skin.

"Keep still and keep your breathing slow like this pretty thing. It'll make it easier, and if it gets to be too much then you just let me know." Mingi assures before finally marking your skin for the first time causing you to hiss softly between your teeth trying to keep your breath steady for him. Feeling as though your eyes are playing tricks on you when you catch a glimpse of the proud smirk on his face before it's hidden by his black cap as he ducks down closer to focus on the details of what he's doing.

You're sure he's taking his time for your sake, marking your skin a little until he notices you start to twitch and pulling back to wipe it off even if he doesn't quite need to yet. You're grateful if not feeling a bit guilty over him needing to go slower than you're sure he's used to. That feeling bubbles up as he pulls back even further with a soft sigh.

"Why don't we take a break sweetheart?" Mingi asks, watching as you suddenly sit to grab his wrist and catch his attention. Though the sudden motion causes you to sway, slightly lightheaded after laying there for so long. Mingi helps you to gently lay back again, urging you to take it easy.

"You don't have to take a break for my sake, I'm okay. Really." You insist, causing Mingi to chuckle though it's not cruel by any means, stopping when he notices how you unconsciously pout. 

“Sweetheart... you can’t keep still and as much as I’d like to think that it’s due to how attractive you find me... I know you need a break. So let’s both have some water and stretch and then we’ll get back to it.”  Mingi stands, helping you get up as well, “Also... there’s nothing wrong with needing a break. It’s not a problem at all.” 

“But I want to get it done today...” The way your pout deepens makes him chuckle as he hands you a bottle of water, “Besides it doesn’t hurt too bad... I just... It’s weird and like stings a little so it’s a reflex.” 

Mingi reaches out and strokes over your hair before moving to cup your jaw in his hand, “I understand, still breaks are okay so just be good and listen to me, okay?” Your little nod makes him snicker before continuing with the next order, “Drink your water sweetheart.”

He watches out of the corner of his eye as he moves to get a water bottle of his own, humming in approval as he sees you bring the bottle to your lips, smirking as he decides to add to it as well, “That’s a good girl for me.”  

You nearly choke on the water, giving out a little squeak and making his smug expression only grow. Though he gives you time to settle yourself again, as well as himself time to stretch due to how long you both had been at it. Taking your laying back once again as a sign that you were ready and coming back over as well. His hands move to grip your hips, skin brushing against yours as he does.

“Ready to start again? Gonna behave for me still?” He chuckles when you nod, already knowing that it was only a matter of time before you start to squirm again. This time though when he moves the needle away it’s not to take a break, but instead to move where he’s at. Swinging one of his legs over your hips before settling his weight down enough to keep you pinned still and resuming. 

"What happened to staying still sweet thing?" Mingi teases looking up from underneath his hat, smirking at you, "Be good for me and I'll reward you however you like." 

"Oh, however?" You hold back your chuckle, staying still, but the teasing lilt is more than obvious in your tone. Though Mingi looks at you more seriously now.

"I did say, however, didn't I? Don't tell me your mind is going somewhere scandalous sweetheart. Are we both thinking about each other in such a way right now?" Mingi leans back finally, wiping off the design one last time before setting down the machine. 

"Both of us?" You question before hissing softly through your teeth as he wipes it off with alcohol now.

"Oh, of course, someone as sweet as you is before me, how could I not be thinking such things? So sweetheart, what will it be? How shall I distract you from the pain? A sweet simple kiss? Or something... more delectable? Perhaps you'll allow me a taste? Or perhaps you want my fingers? After how you've been staring at them it seems as though you do want them."  Mingi licks his lips at the thought before his hat is off along with his gloves and he's running a hand through his hair. 

"Offering me everything, hm? You don't trust one would be enough to finish the job?" Your words are met with a pinch to your nipples.

"Don't get mouthy now that I've offered you something sweet," Mingi warns in response to your coy question, undoing the button on your pants before looking up for your approval before continuing and actually removing them. The man did not even wait another second before removing your panties as well. 

Two of his fingers slip down and tease through your folds, before a smirk fills his face once again, "Oh so wet. Is this because you have a little thing for pain? Or a thing for me?" 

"For you." You nearly whisper, but the sound of you only makes him that much smugger.

"Such a good girl speaking for me, but I feel like we're forgetting something." Mingi hums, pretending to think as he brings his fingers down between your folds again, rubbing your clit softly, "Oh right, you have to see the finished piece."

Your brows knit in confusion as you look up at him. Surely he wouldn't rip away the pleasure he's finally now giving to you. You yelp in shock as he begins to move you both, turning you to face the mirror he brought for you to approve of the stencil and slips behind you, his fingers dipping lower now to slip inside as he whispers in your ear while his eyes remain locked on you through the mirror.

"Well, sweetheart? What do you think of it? Do tell." He encouraged as if his fingers weren't working to make your brain blank at this moment. The slow steady drag of his fingers made your head fall back onto his shoulder, something he wouldn't allow. His free hand gripping your jaw to tilt your head back down and focus on the mirror once again.

"Love it." You finally moan out, eyes glazed over and just slightly misted with the thinnest prick of pleasured tears. 

"It is beautiful isn't it, but not nearly as lovely as you look all fucked out like so. Such pretty bliss painting that face of yours." Mingi praises, kissing the shell of your ear as his fingers pick up their pace, "Watch how pretty you look falling apart for me sweetheart. Be a good girl and do that for me. Okay?"

"Yes sir." Your voice is breathy caught between moans, but the groan Mingi lets out in response to your words makes the efforts entirely worth it. Mingi's fingers working you up so close to the edge, and yet it's not quite enough even as his voice in your ear adds to the pleasure.

"So fucking pretty just for me, behaving so well and listening to my every word. Now I want you to tell me what it is you need. Tell me so I can give it to you." Mingi encourages, knowing that you're toeing the line of release and just need something...anything to make it happen now. He just has a plan of his own as well.

"More, please. I need more. It's not enough." You plead the tears lining your eyes getting thicker by the second as your release is dangled right in front of you like this.

"Oh sweetheart, I need you to be specific. That or I'll have to choose for you just what exactly more is." Mingi's words may be a warning or a threat, your brain isn't sure in its hazy state at the moment. What you are sure of however is that you don't quite care. 

"You choose, I don't care. Just please give me more. I need it." Your soft begging makes him chuckle, in the next moment however his fingers are gone and you are blinking through the tears to see him bring them to his mouth a whimper leaves you when you see the way his tongue moves around them to get every drop of you from them. 

"That's for another time sweetheart." Mingi smirks, free hand moving up your back now until it's between your shoulders and pressing down, making you lean forward and your back arch, "Stay just like that for me." 

You're about to say something again until you look into the mirror to see Mingi working on slipping off his shirt now. Further exposing the pretty linework decorating his chest and waist, some dipping below his jeans and making you wonder just where it goes. Your curiosity is soon answered, however, as he takes his pants off next revealing the rest of that art, along with some decorating his thighs. Mingi leaves only his chains on as he leans over your form, looking into your eyes through the mirror as he rolls on a condom.

"Keep those pretty eyes on me while I make you feel good, hm?" He requests as he teases his tip through your folds before pushing in too slowly for your liking, with how his praise makes you tingle though you don't dare disobey him by moving.

"So good." You moan your own praise as he bottoms out, his arms taking a place on either side of your head. Letting you watch how they along with his other muscles flex as he starts to thrust, chains dangling between his form and yours and swaying as he slowly picks up the pace.

"Already so tight around me, don't tell me you're going to cum that quickly." Mingi teases slightly, but his pace picks up knowing how his fingers kept you on edge for a while. One hand slipping down beneath you to let his fingers rub at your clit quickly, "Go on then. Be a good little slut for me and cum."

With not another second to waste you do as he says and cum around his cock, twitching beneath him as you swear your vision goes out for a moment feeling oh so perfectly full and pleasured at this moment. 

"There you go... that's my good girl. You're going to keep being good for me though and this time you're going to cum with me. Do you understand?" He isn't satisfied when all he gets is a moan and a nod, pinching your clit harshly in response loving the way you cry out, "I said, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir. I understand. I'll cum with you. I will! I'll be so good for you I promise. The most perfect little slut you could ask for." You promise looking at him as a few tears finally start to fall when he goes even faster now chasing his own release.

" Oh you certainly are sweetheart, you most certainly are. I'm close now sweet thing, so cum for me. Give me that and push me over the edge." He practically growls into your ear, cold chain dancing along your back for a moment as he moves to lean back again and get better leverage to hit the spots that truly will throw you over the edge for him. The way you spasm around him through your high in effect sends him into his own release as he whispers soft curses under his breath as he rides you both through it. 

His hands catch you before your tender chest can fall onto the seat and he turns you over again. Going to get something to gently clean your legs. Getting dressed and helps you with your pants before he washes his hands and moves to sanitize your tattoo with alcohol again. His touch is delicate as he puts second skin atop the new inky design once it's clean once more.

"It'll be sore for some time and the itching will drive you mad, but I promise it'll be worth it. Come I'll give you care instructions. Though if you forget or need a distraction from the itch... I could always make a home visit." He winks, handing you a paper of instructions with his personal number scribbled at the top, "And don't worry sweetheart... for you, I'll pick up anytime."

[rockanroller]

i actually watched the first two episodes and i just gotta say they left me feeling just kinda…meh?

beautiful BGs, props to the animators and designers, some really good character acting.

but the plot flow… was so… empty? yeah, they packed in a lot of exposition and character intros but to the point there was little room for you to like…sit with the info, laugh, or enjoy a moment before having to listen for the next piece of lore or story point. not to mention some of the lore was straight up confusing.

some shots gave enough pause, just overall it felt very like… bloated/rushed/one thing and then the next with no real interest or entertainment taking place inbetween (to me) if that makes sense?

i can see how less critical folks that are attached to the characters would enjoy this though. but of course it leaves the question of how would this experience be for fresh new audiences who *don’t* know all the lore?

ironically Adam had me dying. i was not expecting to laugh at him after reading his various lines showing a misogynistic douche but the way they were executed slayed me—though tbf i suspect it was due to the ep already had worn me down combined with his first batch of lines being more “Preppy Jock Thinks He’s Cool But He’s Clearly A Dumbass” vibes to me, then of course the misogyny trickled in and it was like ok jerk villain got it.

other occasional moments gave me a chuckle i can admit as much.

Katie Killjoy was awful. to me she was completely out of place with Brandon’s voice, that was just…him. she only had a few lines so who knows if she’ll show up and they felt it was fine for a one-time gag—idk we’ll see.

Valentino… …bro… his accent was all over the place… i couldn’t even tell what it was “supposed” to be until he delivered some pre-song lines but until that he was slipping between accents i couldn’t place, back to a flat American “Just Some Guy” accent then back to a deeper accented voice that I couldn’t place…woof, just odd.

Angel’s trauma felt sudden/forced in like a lot of things in the episodes did.

the whole redeeming sinners thing i felt wasn’t executed great either, i had a hard time understanding Charlie’s outlook as it was shown in the episodes. and her values? she literally **applauds** Sir Pentious for his performance in a growth exercise for declaring that he will not do drugs and he will wait to have sex until after marriage, and Angel Dust is standing right there like…girl what?

does Charlie believe that shit or is she just going by what she thinks will get sinners into heaven? it’s unclear. she also seems generally off-put and disturbed by several of the sinners in the Happy Day In Hell song that she allegedly wants to redeem so badly/cares so much about so…what does she see in them?

idk, thems my first impressions. opinions subject to change.

[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

Tipsy and Turned-On Part 2

Gibbs x Reader Oneshot

Prompt: Gibbs invites you to dinner at his place..

Notes: @love-affair-with-fandoms and Anon, Your comments and likes have encouraged me to make a part 2. Thank you! ☺️ -Soft smut, fluffiness.-

Part 1

“Yeah. Alright. On our way.”

You heard Gibbs’ voice speaking but you were currently in the limbo of sleep and consciousness.

“Hey.” A hand gently shook your shoulder, pulling you completely out of sleep and into the state of a massive hangover. Your throat felt like you had sand for dinner and the slight leftover taste of tequila reminded you that you forgot to brush your teeth before bed.

“We’ve got a dead naval sailor aboard a carrier. Plane leaves in 2 hours.”

“Oh, the words I love hearing fresh out of sleep,” you grumbled, peeking your eyes open to see him smile and get up from the bed, completely dressed already.

“I’ll go get us some coffee. I’ve left you some aspirin on your bedside and some water. Your room number is 197 by the way.”

You groaned a thanks as he closed the door behind him and turned to lay on your back, staring at the ceiling and going over the events of last night. Did you really go to his hotel room at 2 in the morning? And did you two actually kiss?!

As you laid there slowly convincing yourself it was all a dream, you suddenly remembered him asking you to dinner at his place tonight and smiled like an idiot. You weren’t gonna miss that date, even if this hangover was trying to kill you.

You took the aspirin and slowly got up from the warm bed, seeing your dress hanging over the desk chair, your heels placed nicely next to them. You definitely weren’t going to change back into that just so that you could go back into your hotel room right down the hall.

So picking the items up, you opened the door and looked down both sides of the corridor, seeing no one. If you ran into McGee or DiNozzo, you’d never hear the end of it.

Taking a chance, you stepped out and quickly made your way down to your designated room. When you went to open the door, the little sensor pad turned red and that’s when you realized you never took your key card with you.

“Kill me now,” you whispered to yourself.

You tried the handle again as if the sensor would just magically let you in on the second attempt and frowned when it buzzed red again. You leaned against the door and sighed, not expecting it to open and making you stumble at the feet of Elenor Bishop.

“Quick, get in,” she said, practically dragging you in and shutting the door behind you.

“What the hell Ellie! Give me a chance before you shut the door on my toes!” you hissed, getting up from the floor and throwing your dress aside. The hangover was definitely making you cranky.

“I was saving you from Tony or Tim seeing you…like that,” she defended, gesturing at your appearance. Looking down at Gibbs’ pajamas you understood.

“Thanks.”

“So, what happened?” She asked excitedly as you made your way to the shower and turned it on as hot as it would go.

“Nothing. I just fell asleep in his bed.”

“What do you mean nothing? He just let you sleep in his bed for the night?”

You weren’t sure you really wanted anyone to know what happened. And the fact that you planned on seeing him again later on that night. It’s too soon and you have to play it all safe.

“I didn’t remember my room number so he let me stay. He..slept on the couch.”

Your fib seemed to work as her face fell in disappointment.

“Huh. I really thought you two would hit it off. I mean the tension between the two of you is-

“Alright! Im gonna shower and try not to throw up. When I come out, you gotta be gone.”

She threw her hands up and turned to leave, making a point to set your keycard down by the tv. Once the door closed, you locked it and sighed, knowing the day was gonna be a long one.

>>>>

“So how well did you know the Ensign?” Gibbs asked our dead sailors XO. You just took a sip of coffee and tried your best to look like you weren’t fighting the urge to throw yourself overboard.

“Not very well. She kept to herself, did her job well and I’ve never had any complaints.”

“But you did. Except it wasn’t in favor of Ensign Mathers. It was against her. They came to you complaining that Ensign Mathers had gotten into a physical altercation and you did nothing about it, why is that?”

The XO looked visibly nervous and then it hit you.

“You and the Ensign were together weren’t you?” you asked, interrupting Gibbs, avoiding his look and continuing interrogating.

“You two had been seeing each other in secret. Petty Officer Suarez came to you expecting you to reprimand Ensign Mathers except you didn’t. You defended her and made sure the Lieutenant didn’t find out. Am I getting close here?”

“Alright! Look. It wasn’t suppose to happen. But somehow it did, details don’t matter but it has nothing to do with her death.”

You look at Gibbs with a little smile at the confession and he gave you a small smirk back.

>>>>

You pushed the front door open and stepped in, still disbelieving at the fact that Gibbs just leaves his front door unlocked. The house looked cozy, but also like a bachelor definitely lived there.

“Down here!” Gibbs voice rang through from the basement. You took a steady breath and descended the steps, seeing him working on a literal boat.

“Wow. They weren’t kidding when they said you have a boat in here.”

“Nope.”

He was dressed in a grey shirt with one of many different military insignias on the front you’re sure he served apart in and some dark jeans. Even dressed down he looked good.

“Hope you like steak,” he said, putting down the hammer and wiping his hands.

“Love it actually.”

The two of you went back upstairs where he prepared some steak, a baked potato and cob of corn, all by fireplace. It was definitely different but such a Gibbs thing to do. You got about halfway through and he cleaned up the plates before sitting on the couch beside you with a beer in his hand. The anxiety bubbling in your chest was getting worse the longer the night went on. At least the last time you kissed him, you had the help of alcohol.

“Can I try?” You asked him referring to his beer.

Just like you in the hotel room, he took a slow drink from it, eyes never leaving yours and then handed it over to you, turning you on instantly.

You could feel his blue eyes on you as it was your turn for a long swig before handing it back to him.

The two of you just stared at each other until he leaned forward, putting the empty bottle on the coffee table and then reaching over for your waist, eyes focused on your lips. Responding instantly, you met him halfway, hands reaching for his face as your lips connected in a breath stopping kiss. Everything about his movements were smooth, from nipping your bottom lip to ask for entrance, to the way he easily pulled you onto his lap and held you tight as your tongues fought for dominance.

Of course he won as your hips bucked in response, eliciting a low groan from him. You did it again, but this time he grinded himself into you, allowing you to feel every inch of just how ready he was. Your head was spinning with adrenaline and all anxiety had flew out the window as his lips found your neck and his rough hands found their way under your shirt to run up your back.

He kept the pace painstakingly slow, taking his time to move his hands over your breasts, fingers grazing over your sensitive nipples and grabbing a handful while thrusting his pelvis against your soaked clothed core, accomplishing a moan from you. Needing more of his touch, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, throwing it behind you and quickly unclasping your bra, giving him full access now. His eyes were dark with desire and he wasted no time moving you so that you laid on the couch with him looking down at you. As he rid himself of his shirt, you got busy on unbuttoning your pants, letting him pull them off along with your panties.

Craving the taste of him, you pulled him in for another kiss, too occupied to notice that he had undone his own pants and boxers until you felt his length rub up and down your dripping core.

In response, you lined yourself up and used your legs to pull him in, gasping at the delicious intertwinement. He filled you so perfectly and you knew he felt the same way by the hard breaths he gave against your neck.

“I’m gonna take my time with you..” he breathed, slowly pulling out and pushing back in, starting a pace that had you falling apart at the seams.

You were a writhing mess as you desperately tried getting him to go faster without saying anything, wanting the climax that was just out of reach. You knew he was doing it on purpose once he picked his head up and you saw that small smirk on his face.

“Jethro..please..”

He hummed in satisfaction and gave a gentle nip at your neck. “First name? You want it that bad?”

You just nodded, practically panting.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” You almost cried out in pleasure at the change in pace as he pumped faster. Eyes closed and back arched, your hands gripped his taut forearms that supported himself on either side of you and let your whimpers be heard.

“Atta Girl. Let me hear you,” he panted, letting you know he was close himself. A few more thrusts from him gave you that earth shattering orgasm, making you clench tighter around him, drawing multiple groans out of his mouth.

When you felt him falter, you pulled him back down. “I want you to finish in me,” you whispered in his ear, making his breath hitch. He didn’t last long after that, gripping the couch cushion and burying his face in your neck with heavy breaths before spilling himself deep in you. His movements stilled and you both laid there, chests heaving into one another.

He picked his head up, still supporting most of his weight atop of you and gave you a lopsided grin. You smiled back, taking in his sweaty appearance and brushed the hair out of his face.

You knew he wasnt good with words and neither were you to be honest so the smile was all you two needed.

After a few minutes of catching your breaths, he got up and pulled his boxers and jeans back up that hadn’t even made it past his knees and offered you a hand. Leading you to the bathroom, he turned the shower on and left you to do your thing, only coming back to put a pair of sweats and shirt on the toilet.

Once the two of you were cleaned up and dressed, you sat back down on the couch, now with a movie playing, the fire stoked and a massive blanket covering the two of you. Nuzzling in closer to him, you rested your head on his chest and let out a deep content sigh as he kissed the top of your forehead.

[sweetnsour1]

10:51

Fluff, Bakugou x female reader

“What’re you two doing in here? You said you’d be in front of the bar.”

You could hear the glare in his voice before you turned around.

“We’re in here because I can go where I want, Bakugou.”

“Yeah yeah, Raccoon Eyes. Not when you get my girl drunk for breakfast and then call me for a ride.” His glare shifted into a softer version when you turned around. You noticed he looked you up and down, causing you to get nervous like you were back in high school.

“It’s called brunch, you heathen.” Ashido muttered and stuck her tongue at him behind his back. He ignored her and stepped closer to you.

“You ready to go home, y/n?”

“Uh-“ your buzz was freezing your brain. Were you ogling him? His hair looked so soft? Why did he smell so good? Were you ready to go home with him? He was-

“Hey, you good?” He softly nudged your forehead with his own. He discreetly checked your pupils, but he was so close…you felt your face warm and-

“Mhmmmm, you’re just so hot.”

His eyebrow shot up and a smirk appeared. He chuckled and stepped back from you.

“I’m gonna have to take you to brunch more often.”

“Hellllllooooo, you assholes. I’m still here and we still haven’t picked out a present!” A pink hand waved in between your faces, but his amused expression didn’t change as he made room for Ashido to cut in front of him to pull you away.

“You really gotta do this now?”

Now that there was some space between you and Katsuki, your brain started to clear up a bit.

“Yes, now. We’re going over there tomorrow and I wanted to give them a present.”

“I just CANNOT believe there will be a little baby Dekravity!”

You laughed at your friend and Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“It’s about fuckin’ time. They’ve been talking about it long enough.”

“Oh yea? How about you two?”

“Nuh uh, we haven’t talked about that. No, definitely haven’t talked about that.” When you turned to Katsuki for confirmation, you realized he was gone. Had he wandered off?

Ashido hummed to herself while looking through the next section of teeny tiny hero onesies. You joined her and paused when you recognized one of the designs. The same orange and black that was in his half of the closet at home. It was hard to not smile at the idea of a baby Dynamight.

…

Five min later, you were sat in his car with the best gift basket of baby Allmight items from the store. Bakugou had returned to you with the purchase in his arms, checked that Ashido was sober, and guided you out and into your seat.

You were so happy. Obviously, Deku and Ochako would love it. Katsuki always picked out the perfect presents for everyone. He had good taste. Your mind drifted back to the tiny gauntlets you had seen hanging at the store. Adorable.

“When we have kids…we’re having two or zero.”

“Huh?” Your eyes widened and you felt scared, but also… You suddenly felt very sober.

“We could have zero because I love you and have everything I want.” He squeezed your thigh with the hand that was already resting there. “We can’t have one because no kid should grow up alone. We could have two, if you want, because that’d be…everything I want and more.”

“Mmmm…I see.”

You knew he was watching you out of the corners of his eyes while he drove. He had obviously thought about this before today. You couldn’t help but smile at the idea of Katsuki taking the time to imagine a family with you.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“When we have kids, we’re having two or zero.”

He slid his hand higher up your leg and squeezed your thigh again. His smile was wide as he pulled into the garage. You wondered if you were maybe still a little buzzed. Your boyfriend really was so hot.

Masterlist

[ask2pame]

regarding your rant on frances design: TELL ME ABOUT IT. tbh i think all the designs peaked with beautiful world, and everything after that was just...discount budget versions of whoever theyre supposed to be. the beautiful world designs are GORGEOUS on their own, but compared to world stars? theres no contest. some designs i do like, like england looks nice, if not a little too polished, and portugal is really cute, but everyone else just got twinkified and butchered. and i love a twink! i do! but they look like they could be swapped out with my little pony designs and it wouldnt make a difference. france to me will always be a blonde with a ponytail, a little unkempt, with chest hair and stubble and flamboyantly manly with a touch of tragedy. thats france to me. not whatever waif they cooked up in the more recent series

// ok ok i can't tell if u mean like ''oOOOh tell me about it' as a phrase or u actually are inviting me to tell you about it but i'm going to take it as permission to ramble <3 but im putting it under the cut so i dont spam

okok so UR SO RIGHT i think the new designs are so OFF... like it kinda lost the plot. the characters are all weirdly polished?

ok im just gonna run down the characters i have a lot of thoughts about CUZ my god

ENGLAND!!! its gotta be beautiful world

cuz the early seasons england gets his crankiness on point but this design fits just how cranky and posh(?) he is, like he dresses like an old man and wears outdated 'punk' fashion, he drinks tea like an old lady.. it fits hes cute and expressive.

this england isLOSING hair where did his EYEBROWS GO!!!! thats HIS WHOLE FUCKING CHARACTER but also i really dislike the change from him going from a dirty blond to a bleach blond... doesnt work...

i want my man to look like he has a nicotine addiction, rugged and smug as shit. i think they leaned too hard on the 'tsundere' trope for him cuz hes not puffy cheeks with pouty lips hes an old man with a laundry list of war crimes

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ROMANO

ok. this one is a little hard cuz romano is good in ever season but he has these little minor changes that drive me CRAZY but my favorite will always be the earlier seasons

this ver of romano was a NASTY bitch he just showed up to be an asshole and i love it so much , i love his hair being dark brown with brown eyes ok , at the minimum his design fit his voice...

for beautiful world i think hes cute but i really don't ? like his eyes being green? like i dont know it just never felt right to me:( i like him having brown eyes

and later his design leans into the prev but when u look at him u don't see that one guy who REALLY doesn't wanna be here hes . too soft?

and the newer romano does have the bad attitude but now he's suffering from the 'progressively becoming a ginger' syndrome that a lot of hws characters have now

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RUSSIA

my pick for him is all over the place bc i think his new design is SO FUCKING CUTE like i wanna bite him and crocodile death roll him but i think he is SUFFERING from cuteness.... hes so . soft?

earlier seasons of russia showed up just to say some morbid shit and be brutal as fuck but he could also lean into being cute, thats his whole gimmick, cute but scary. his current design is cute with no threat.

i think beautiful world had that balance between cute and scary, he was cute and say mean shit like before and was ready to throw down any time america showed up, thats his whole deal. and you know at the bare minimum he's supposed to be fucking BIG and world stars makes him look like a fucking twink

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SPAIN

beautiful world was WORKING to make spain look good, he was ugly . he was boring. and then he walked in with a new tan and a warm hair color and the cutest smile (tho its hard to find pics of spain in these seasons cuz hes younger in a lot of them) and then it's just

what the hell happened here. i feel like im going insane but did his skin tone get ashy? like it looks more grey. and i know saying spain is 'tan' is generous but what the fuck happened. why did all his colors dull, why is his hair so . boring. where did the body mass go, where did the attitude go... world stars spain is very 'head empty' and not in a good way ....

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CHINA

one of the most overlooked characters but i love him

i think my favorite ver of him is still his original cuz i preferred him with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes and he's side part... it was so cute... and they swapped it for a middle part .... </3

like he was so cute ;; plus i preferred him as this kinda irritable older know it all character, like he was groaning and huffing and did NOT want to be there. but then he kind of got? infantalized(?) i think they wanted him to be cute but idk if china is considered one of the ancient nations by its own rules, then can we tone down the :333 factor on him a bit

like just comparing but this might be me raise hands at hima for this characterization. what did you do to my boy

like do u see it. am i crazy

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these bitches

these 4 just suffer from success in their OG and the beautiful world just made them way better (except i miss italy's darker hair </3) and then they just got handed bad animation in world stars

ok thats all i have time for rn BUT YEAH

[dietsodacola]

All I've Ever Desired: Resurfaced Memories

2012!Leo x Fashion Model Reader

A/N: Hi tumblr! Okay, please bare with me because I'm a little new to this place, but I've been DYING to write this ongoing series. Hope you enjoy! :)

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You were a fashion model, he was a crime-fighting leader in blue. You and Leo shared a long past as friends back in highschool, hoping to grow even closer than ever. You were going abroad to Italy to pursue the dream of becoming a fashion designer, then return back to NYC just like you planned. Until one day you got separated from the family after the Krang took over New York, leaving the turtles to run to April’s farm house while you were nowhere to be found. Three years have passed, and an upcoming fashion show is taking place in the city. As advertisements covered the streets, Leo would've never believed the girl who stole his heart and disappeared would be starring the front covers.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Angst, use of Y/N

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The sound of laughter rang through the cool night air, I watched my brothers sit in a circle as April walked toward them with a box of pizza in hand. We just had to celebrate another mission, I wasn’t too fond of being so out in the open though, especially with how loud Mikey was talking and the recent discovery last night. It was one thing to deal with the Krang, but now them working alongside the Footclan? Could’ve fooled me. “Always on the lookout, aren’t you, Blue?” Her voice chirped from behind. I could already see the smile painted on her face as her footsteps grew closer. “Someone’s gotta keep watch,” I muttered in response, leaning back against a wall. She sighed as she swung her legs over the edge of the rooftop. “You know I was against us coming back up here. We’re supposed to lay low, especially now that the Footclan is teaming up with the Krang.” “You worry too much, you know that?” She tilted her head back toward me, that smug smile still on her face. That damn smug smile. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that, but, if you keep this up you’re gonna start like, shedding your shell from stress-!” “Turtles don’t shed.” She huffed a laugh as she shook her head.

“Yes, they do. And what I’m trying to say is that you need to relax, Leo,” I watched her swing her legs back onto the rooftop, dusting her pants off before walking toward me.  “You and the gang deserve a break-! Besides, how many more times are you gonna get moments like this?” Our direction turned toward Mikey belching in Raph’s face, a visible vein throbbing on his forehead as he clenched his fists.

However, before I could make my way over to break up an upcoming fight, the sudden warmth that enveloped my hand caused me to freeze. 

“You’re an amazing older brother and leader,” Y/N continued, her fingers slipping in between mine. “They all look up to you, and they know they can depend on you. Even Raph. We’ll be ready when the Krang and Footclan come down our path. But for now, you need to take one shell of a break.” I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head at that last sentence, her laughter at the ridiculous pun cracking me a smile. 

“You’re gonna tell me all of that then ruin the moment for a stupid pun? Guess you can call me shell-shocked.” Now her eyes were rolling back as she tried to hide her smile.

“Hey-! If you guys still want your slice, you better hurry up before Mr. No-Manners downs it in the next three seconds!” Raph called out, headlocking Mikey to the ground as he chanted ‘uncle’ endlessly. Casey filmed the whole showcase, cackling like a witch as Donnie poked Raph with the end of his staff in hope to calm things down (things did not calm down). The two of us exchanged a small smile before walking back to join the rest of the group, my hand still clasping hers before we released hold. For a split second, it felt as if she didn’t want to let go just yet.

I didn’t either.

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“Thanks for getting pizza this time, April,” You sighed, plopping next to her orange-haired friend in exhaustion. “I know how packed that stupid pizza parlor can get.” “No worries, I get my pay back when one of these four scare the hell outta those delivery guys on their little vespas,” She laughed in response, sliding the box toward you. “Speaking of vespas… are you gonna… you know?” You froze mid-bite at April, choking on the dough, tomato sauce, and cheese as the boys turned their attention to your coughing fit.

“I, uhm, I was hoping to… tell them a little later,” You squeaked in response. The sound of your nails digging into the styrofoam plate caused Donnie to raise a non-existent eyebrow, his brown eyes meeting Leo’s confused look.

“Is there something you wanna tell us, Y/N?” You jumped at Donnie’s question as you lifted your gaze from the plate. Now your look met everyone’s stares, including April’s supportive one. 

“Nope! Well… Not uh, really relevant until later this year,” You replied, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Oooooo! What’s happening later this year?” Mikey teased as he laid flat on his plastron. “You getting married~?” “WHAT?!” You and Leo screeched, Leo’s voice however, was much more high-pitched. As Leo looked away from the eyes on him, you scrambled to get your words together. “I am NOT getting married, Mikey. Let me make that clear to EVERYONE.” “So, if you aren’t getting married,” Casey started, freezing mid sentence at your glare.

“Then what’s happening ‘later this year?’” Raph finished, resting his arm on his knee. Now the spotlight turned back to you, silence along with the faint car honks leaving you to respond. You dug your fingers into your pants, trying to spill the words like a can of beans. This really was one shell of a situation. Heh, Leo would’ve loved that…Leo…

“April, Casey, and…uh, turtles,” You started, taking in a deep breath. Another few moments of silence passed as you felt your throat slowly starting to close up. But, you knew you had to get this over with, the weight will probably kill you at this point if you don't tell the truth. 

“I’m gonna be moving abroad for school in three months. I’ll be in Italy for college to become a designer. Fashion designer specifically.” As you paused for a moment, you saw the shocked faces of your friends before you. April gave your hand a gentle squeeze to continue.

“I… don’t know when I’ll be back specifically,” You dropped your head, staring at the leftover pizza crust. By now, Mikey would’ve snatched and stuffed it in his mouth, but from the sudden change in atmosphere, you understand why it’s still sitting on the plate. “And I would turn down the offer to go to school here-” “Then why won’t you?!” Casey blurred out as he sat up straight. “NYU is only, what,  a couple of blocks away? Wouldn’t it be cheaper to stay here and take whatever fashion class they had? You’ll probably be saving an arm and a leg flying over there AND renting a dorm-!” Even though none of them showed it, the brothers agreed in silence as they looked back at you for a response. “She’s going to Italy because she got a full scholarship, dingus,” April glared at his interruption. “If she could stay here she obviously would. But, it’s her life and her choices to make, not ours… even though… I wish I could convince you outta this somehow.” With a light hearted chuckle, April released your hand as she stood up, clenching her fists.

“I wasn’t planning on telling you guys yet, especially with everything going on but… I’m a little glad I got it done and over with. Probably would’ve hurt more if I told you later on anyways.” Your heart ached at the turtles’ stares, especially Leo’s. Just looking at his eyes spoke millions of words, his lips slightly agape as you looked away. But two words specifically rang in your head after reading his plea:

 Don’t go.

“WE’LL MISS YOUUUUUUUU~!” Mikey cried as he wrapped his arms around your neck, full on wailing into your shoulder. You chuckled softly as you patted the back of his shell trying to soothe the youngest brother. You were gonna miss the sewer murals you’ve worked on together…

“Hey hey, calm down, Mikey! It’s not like I’m leaving tomorrow!” You tried to brush it off, gently prying Mikey off you to look into his eyes. “We still have another good three months together, and you already know damn well we're gonna make the best of it.” “So you’ll finally try my homemade pizza-bite cereal and grand algae slushies?!” “Don’t push your luck.” “Worth a shot.”

“This was really unexpected, Y/N…” Donnie rubbed the back of his neck as he stood up. “B-but of course, we’ll wish the best for you in Italy! The architecture and landmarks there are astounding, especially with the history behind them. Uh, promise to send us photo cards?” “I promise I’m gonna call you guys everyday, Don,” You grinned as you offered a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder. “Maybe you can give me a history lesson about the country, or show me tips on how to survive over there.” Donnie’s sad expression wavered at your response, his smile growing as he patted the back of your hand.

“Hey, think about the positives-!” Raph said, resting his elbow on top of Mikey’s head. “She’ll be heading off to pursue her dreams and we finally have more room in the lair! No more listening to hair dryers early in the morning or her screwing up our missions somehow.” The group, especially Leo, all turned to glare at the him as he let out a chuckle. You did the same though, shaking your head as you laughed to yourself.

“Oh, I’m so gonna miss you, big guy,” You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’ll make sure I’ll make Mikey find the best possible ways to annoy you in my honor…” Raph scoffed as he placed his hands on his sides, feeling the weight of your chin on his shoulder. “Promise me you’ll always take good care of the family…alright?” Within the silence, you smiled to yourself as you felt a hand gently pat your lower back in response.

“Three months away, so right when we graduate you’re kissing April and I goodbye?” Casey questioned as he leaned on his hockey stick. “Guess it’s back to good ol’ Red and I. Why’s it always the chicks that gotta leave?” Casey was immediately met with scolding from April, playfully smacking his head while he cowered and tried to shield himself.

You pulled your gaze away from April’s parenting instincts to turn to Leo, who just happened to be staring back at you. Stepping away from the group’s loud antics, you and the turtle stood infront of each other as the once melodic mood turned melancholic. 

“I was planning to tell you first, by the way,” You broke the silence, holding onto yourself as you tried to keep your composition. “Leo, please trust me when I searched for so many different ways to try and come to this outcome. And… Now the more I think of it, the more I’m starting to regret i-”You were cut off mid sentence, however, as a pair of hands held yours ever so gently. You remained quiet once Leo gave you a serious yet soft look. 

“Y/N, I don’t want you to be reluctant about your goals because of  us,” Leo started, his thumb softly brushing back and forth against the back of your hand. “Getting a scholarship is amazing, and I’m genuinely proud of you. You’ve made your choices and you have your dreams, so hurry up and chase them. Then, come back to us, alright?”

You felt water appear at your lash line, you thought you were gonna break down right then and there from the sweet words the turtle had to say. Quickly, you two hugged each other as tight as possible, faces burying into each others’ shoulders as you refused to let go. You were going to miss goofing off with Mikey, learning from Donnie, pissing off Raph, hanging out with Casey and April… but most of all you were going to miss your leader in blue.

“I’ll be back here before you guys know it,” You smiled, reluctantly pulling away from his grip. “Besides, three months to hang around with you guys? That’s more than enough time to have a Space Heroes marathon, no?” You could feel Leo’s smile  as he chuckled to himself, the two of you walking side by side back toward the group.

“More than enough time…” He repeated to himself. Maybe for once, life would treat him and his brothers right. They’ll get rid of any dangers lurking within the city, he’ll become a true leader, and he’ll spend as much time with his friends before they all go their separate ways.

.

.

.

But life isn’t always fair; it never was, in fact.

Krang everywhere. The skies were rolling with gray, not a pinch of sunlight shining down on the chaotic streets of NYC. The screams and wails of citizens grew louder as droids destroyed anything and everything in its path. One thing led to another, from April accidentally bringing a droid to the lair, to Leo and Splinter getting separated from the group, everything felt like a blur.

The gang was crowded in April’s apartment. Everyone was arguing on how to get out of the city, where to go and how to get there. It was quickly interrupted when a turtle in a blue mask flew through the window, shattered glass flying everywhere. Hearts dropped the moment he came crashing down onto the floor.

Leo swore he could’ve heard the desperate cries of his name as his vision faded in and out of view. Why couldn’t he move? Why couldn’t he get up and tell everyone that he’s okay and they had to find Master Splinter? 

Why couldn’t he be strong?

The last thing Leo remembered was his brothers laying him down in the back of a van, the engine humming as doors slammed shut. Then he heard a scream, punches flying and struggle depicted. The weight of his brothers on the car was lifted followed by more faint screaming and yelling. Some were of anguish, others were in anger and frustration. Their voices kept on repeating a name… your name.

Again, everything was a blur. After waking up after who knows how long, Raph explained to him about how they escaped to April’s old farmhouse and everything that happened… almost everything.

“As we were getting into the van, some special force group…” Donnie started, lowering his head toward the ground. “They saw us, and assumed we were the bad guys… or, something like that.” “She charged toward them as they started shooting at the van,” Raph sounded tired, he looked just as tired physically. “They didn’t aim at her, thankfully. But… they took her.” Leo nearly collapsed forward before April and Mikey helped him settle on the sofa, feeling more dizzy than ever. You’ve been taken? You’ve been in danger this whole time and here he was, unable to even stand up for more than five minutes. Fear overcame him, not only for Master Splinter or his family, but for you too. 

The moment they returned to New York, successfully defeating the Krang and reuniting with Master Splinter, everyone searched top to bottom. April broke into your apartment, but the paint on the walls crumbling off and trash scattered across the floor showed that no one has been here for a long time. Donnie tried calling your phone, your T-phone, emailing, even trying to get in contact with your parents to get word that you’re okay somehow. Defeat never felt heavier.

Everyone was drained, but the person taking it the hardest was Leo. Calling your phone just to listen to your voice on the voicemail, or dropping by your old apartment to collect anything special lying around. The night he found a picture of you on your vanity, he decided that was the last thing to grab before avoiding that building for the rest of his life. Now that beautiful photo of you was placed on the shelf in the dojo, resting next to the family portrait of Master Splinter and his first family. 

Eventually, time passed and life went by, yet things seemingly never changed within the family. Other than April and Casey starting a relationship together and his brothers still being the goofballs, you were nothing more than a memory. Crime in New York had dropped tremendously thanks to the gang, and for once, they could all finally live without any problems.

One night, however, everything would change. As the brothers got ready to cut their nightly patrol short due to an incoming storm, the four turtles hopped down a nearby fire escape. Leo watched Mikey step on the cold metal plate, but something distracted him, leading him to gasp wide and sway back and forth. “DUDES-!” Mikey yelled, catching his balance with the railing. “That billboard! Right over there! IS that-?!”

His brothers’ attention turned where he was pointing, focusing on a newly installed billboard in the distance. It was for one of those super fancy fashion brands, the bright gold font was almost eyestraining. It featured the title, “Bellezza Per Sempre’’ and a girl wearing a feather boa and black dress, smiling wide with her eyes shut. Leo froze in his tracks as he looked at the girl. No. It couldn’t be. 

His brothers called out his name as he leaped toward the billboard, but he ignored them. His focus was only on one thing as he grew closer and closer. Sliding across the rooftop adjacent to the advertisement, Leo ignored his burning lungs and shaky hands, he couldn’t believe it. It really was…

“Y/N…” Was all he managed to utter before the rain started falling from the night sky.

[amorest-viesse]

[You And I In This World Adrift] - Chloe SSR Card Story Translation

Ft. Akira

A Reassuring Presence - Chapter 1

[Manor Living Room]

Akira: (Whoa! What’s with all this fabric!?)

Having finished lunch, I was making my way to the living room for a break only to find it covered in fabrics of all different colors and materials. At the center of the chaos was of course, none other than…

Chloe: Should I use… red here? No wait, the blue might be nice…

Akira: (Chloe seems to be working really hard on something. I wonder what he’s making… Although, maybe I shouldn’t interrupt.)

Just as I was turning around, Chloe suddenly looked up from his project, and we made eye contact.

Chloe: Oh, Master Sage!

Akira: Good afternoon, Chloe. I wasn’t bothering you, was I?

Chloe: Not at all! In fact, I’d say you’re right on time. Come on over!

At Chloe’s invitation, I made my way to him.

Chloe: Could you do me a favor and hold still for a sec?

Akira: Oh, uh, sure.

Upon my agreement, Chloe began to drape several fabrics on my shoulder.

Chloe: Oh, I just can’t decide which one is better! The lighter blue or the darker one? …Ooh wait, what about something right in the middle?

As he swapped colors in and out, Chloe would occasionally turn and look at a sheet of paper.

Akira: Is that a new design? I’m sure it’ll turn out amazing.

Chloe: You really think so? That’s great! It’s supposed to be for you, so I’m really giving it my all.

Chloe: You’re always doing so much for us that I wanted to thank you somehow, and this was the first thing that came to mind.

Akira: Chloe… That’s so sweet of you.

Even without the gift, his words alone made my heart swell with joy.

Chloe: …Alright, this shade of blue has gotta be it! Although it looks like I’m a little short on fabric, so I’ll have to get more.

Chloe: Oh, do you wanna come with me? I gotta figure out what to do for the ribbon too, so I’d love to hear your opinion.

Akira: If it helps, then of course I’ll come!

♡♥♡

[City of Affluence - Day]

Akira: I’m glad we were able to get that fabric you wanted, Chloe. It’s lucky we came just in time to grab what was left.

Chloe: Yeah, me too! It could’ve been bad if we’d just been a little later.

With the goods safely in hand, Chloe sighed in relief although his face was full of determination.

Chloe: Just you wait, Master Sage! I’m gonna make you the perfect outfit with this!

Akira: I’m looking forward to it.

Chloe: Yep yep! …Oh!

Chloe: That golden braid is gorgeous. I didn’t think to include one when I first came up with the design, but I bet it’d look great with this color.

As Chloe zeroed in on the stall’s goods, his eyes sparkled like a child discovering a new toy. Watching him brought a smile to my face as well.

Akira: (There he goes again. Ah well, while I’m here, I might as well take a look around too.)

Hooded Old Man: You there. Youngster.

A Reassuring Presence - Chapter 2

Akira: Huh? Are you talking to me?

Hooded Old Man: Yes. You. If ain’t too much of a bother, could ya help an old man with his wares?

I quickly scanned the crowd for Chloe and spotted him chatting away with the stall owner. Noting his presence, I felt a sense of reassurance.

Akira: (I’ll probably be back before Chloe’s done shopping, so it should be fine…)

Akira: Sure I can. What do you need?

♡♥♡

Chloe: Master Sage! What do you think of this color? It would look so good on you, but—

Chloe: …Huh? Where’d they go…?

Chloe: (Maybe they saw something interesting and went to check it out…?)

Chloe: (If so, then I should probably wait here. It’d be bad if we both wandered off.)

Chloe: (Although… this isn’t exactly the safest city. What if they were kidnapped or something like I was…?)

Chloe: (I could never forgive myself if something happened…)

Chloe: I was the one who invited the Master Sage here, so it’s my job to make sure they’re safe!

♡♥♡

Akira: (We’ve gotten pretty far from that street stall… I wonder where we’re going.)

As the distance between us and the noise of the city increased, the sounds of our individual footsteps grew louder, and with it, my anxiety.

Akira: Um… Could I ask where these wares are?

Hooded Old Man: It’s just a little further.

Below his hood, the man’s lips curved into a smile. In contrast with the soft tone of his voice, it sent a chill down my spine.

Akira: (I didn’t say anything because I thought this would be quick, but I really should’ve told Chloe where I was going…)

Hooded Old Man: What’s wrong? We’re almost there.

Akira: Umm…

I had no idea where we were. Stuck in an unfamiliar place, my legs froze out of fear.

Akira: (Now that I think about it, didn’t Chloe mention something about being kidnapped before…?)

He had said it happened because of his naivety. Now it seemed I was learning the hard way what he meant.

Akira: (I fell for the same trap. Since I had Chloe here today, I thought everything was going to be fine and let my guard down…)

It was a huge mistake to leave without a word. If anything happened to me, Chloe would definitely blame himself.

Akira: (I can’t make Chloe sad because of my stupid mistake. I have to find a way to get back no matter what.)

I hardened my resolution and spoke up.

Akira: My deepest apologies, but I need to head back. My friend will be worried if I’m gone for too long.

Hooded Old Man: Is that so…

Akira: Apologies once again, but if you really need help then my friend and I can return together…

As I turned around to leave, the old man suddenly grabbed my hand with a growl.

Hooded Old Man: You’re not goin’ anywhere!!

A Reassuring Presence - Chapter 3

Akira: (Agh, he has a tight grip!)

Chloe: <<Suispicibo Voitingoc>>

[Smack!]

Hooded Old Man: Ack! Was that… a button?

The man cried out, grabbing the back of his hand. At our feet, a single button rolled to a stop.

Chloe: What do you think you’re doing?

Akira: Chloe!

Chloe: You’ve got a pretty important person to me there, so you better watch yourself or you’ll regret it.

Hooded Old Man: Hngh…

[Running Steps]

Pressured by Chloe’s fierce conviction, the old man quickly turned tail and darted down a back alley.

Chloe: Eh!? He’s already gone…!

Chloe: I guess he was just pretending to be an old man. His voice did seem young for his age…

Akira: …

Chloe: That aside, are you alright, Master Sage? I’m sorry I didn’t show up sooner…

Doing a complete 180 from before, Chloe looked at me with worry in his face. 

Akira: Yes, I’m completely fine. Thank you so much for saving me, Chloe!

Chloe: I’m so glad you’re okay. I shouldn’t have gotten so swept up in shopping and left you alone like that…

Akira: Oh no, you’re fine! I was the one who followed a stranger without saying anything.

Akira: I guess I thought everything would be fine since I was with you today.

Chloe: What do you mean…?

Akira: I know you told me about the kidnapping incidents in this city before, but I didn’t remember until it was too late.

Chloe: …Well, I know how that feels.

Chloe: During my travels with Rustica, the dangers of the world always felt so far away. With him by my side, it felt like nothing could touch me.

Chloe: Which is why I’m happy to hear you say that.

Akira: Say what?

Chloe: You felt safe because I was here and that everything would be fine.

Chloe: I guess that makes me a little like your “Rustica”.

Chloe sheepishly gave me a smile—one that’s been supporting me all this time without me even realizing it.

Chloe: Ah, but we’re getting off track! I’ll do my best to keep you safe from now on!

Chloe: I know I was the one that asked you here, but if you’d ever like to go somewhere, I’d be happy to accompany you too!

Akira: I’ll definitely keep that in my mind for the future.

Chloe: Alright! Anyways, let’s head back now. I have everything I need, so your outfit will be done in no time!

Akira: I’m looking forward to it.

Chloe vigorously nodded his head as if to say “leave it to me!” With smiles on both of our faces, we set off for the manor.

Chloe and the Bygone Gate - Card Episode

[Chloe’s Room]

Akira: It seems like a gate that shows the past has appeared on Borda Isle’s beach.

Akira: It reminds me of when I had just arrived in this world. I often thought about the past as a way of calming myself down.

Chloe: I totally get what you mean! It’s nice to think about happy or comforting times!

Chloe: What kind of stuff did you think about?

Akira: I’d go back to when I was a kid being read a story by someone I trusted.

Chloe: Whoa! That sounds just like you! I bet you were a real cute kid.

Akira: Ehehe, thank you.

Akira: Do you have any comforting memories like that? Something you hold onto when the going gets rough…?

Chloe: Oh! I wonder… I feel like there’s a lot I could talk about.

Chloe: Of course, most of them have to do with Rustica… Hmm…

Akira: It sounds like you have too many to even choose from.

Chloe: Well, that is true, but it’s also that I just haven’t had many bad experiences since meeting Rustica…

Akira: Whoa! That’s pretty incredible.

Chloe: I know right? I’ve been so lucky that I can barely believe it myself.

Chloe: It’s not that I haven’t experienced any hardships.

Chloe: But whenever I do, I can always find comfort in those memories…

Chloe: It’s all thanks to Rustica’s kindness and the new sights he’s shown me in our time together.

Akira: Knowing him, you two are always making happy memories together, aren't you?

Chloe: Ehehe… We really are.

Akira: Rustica’s pretty cool.

Chloe: Ehehe… Isn’t he? That’s my teacher for you.

Chloe: Even if time rewound to before I met Rustica…

Chloe: I don’t think I’d be the weepy mess I used to be. I don’t think I’d hate myself like before.

Chloe: No matter what terrible things people say to me, I’ll continue to love myself. That’s what Rustica taught me.

Chloe: Even if I have to relive my childhood once again, face my family and their relentless bullying, the way they singled me out, their sudden anger…

Chloe: If I had my memories of Rustica, I think I’d be able to protect myself this time.

Chloe: Haha… It’s just like how you dealt with coming to this world.

Akira: Chloe…

Chloe: Hey, Master Sage. Let’s make a lot more of those memories together.

Chloe: That way, when the hard times hit, we can always go back to them.

Chloe: I love you so much, Master Sage! Spending time with you makes me so super happy! I really, really mean it!

Chloe: Don’t you ever forget that! Remember it!

Home Screen Voice Line

“Surely we’ll experience both sad and happy times in the future, but no matter what happens, let’s enjoy ourselves! After all, we’re wizards who revel in all the world has to offer!”

[supersources]

interview with the vampire (2022): episode 4, the ruthless pursuit of blood with all a child's demanding.

tw: murder, death, blood, strong language, all vampire / horror things.

* i can't tell you that... i can't tell you that either.

* your doctor has been consulted and has given consent.

* would you follow me to the reading room?

* quite the house plant.

* the interior designer hired was a sentimentalist.

* please, wear gloves when handling the material.

* we suggest you begin on the left.

* their blood is bitter, it almost makes you feel sick to drink it.

* i tried to be good.

* i closed my eyes and waited for the fire to take me too.

* he was beautiful, strong, and fast and he carried me like i was made of feathers.

* i guessed i was in heaven, so i waited for the pain to go away and for my mama to join me.

* she's going cold, what do we do?

* i don't know where to bite, her body is all charred.

* she's just a kid.

* and she'll be what? a lap dog?

* you were ready to abandon our home, now you want a third.

* i just need her not to die.

* and then i tasted it, and right away i felt as strong as a street car.

* i realized what what i thought was heaven was just a nice room.

* you got some of your own i can have?

* so, this is my new house?

* i heard your cry for help. we can hear people's thought.

* prove it. what am i thinking now?

* so you can hear my thoughts, but he can't? does that make him the dumb one?

* if he makes you, he can't hear your thoughts anymore.

* he relies on my words to understand me, just like a human.

* i'm not a human no more, am i?

* well, i can see where this is going.

* you'll do it too, in time, my little milkweed. i'll teach you. but not if we're going to have family secrets?

* are we a family?

* but with no secrets.

* they had nice clothes, a nice auto-carriage, and a funny way of being nice to each other.

* so, i'm supposed to kill him?

* i'm not sure how i feel about that pleated skirt.

* looks like she takes after me...

* you're not a girl, you're a devil!

* you have to stop while they're alive.

* who is it she takes after?

* confusion, regret, euphoria... you'll wake up feeling a lot of things. guilt... a bad taste in your mouth from the cop which again you should never choose.

* what did i just say?

* don't eat cops.

* you gotta listen to your elders when they're talking.

* hungry? you just ate a man twice your size.

* i'm so hungry... i think i'm gonna die. is that how vampires die? of starvation?

* some sleep is what she needs.

* sedation is what she needs.

* you suck them like frog legs and burn them like trash.

* i gotta go to bed when the rest of the world wakes up.

* have you seen my slippers?

* must every night end like this?

* y'all get tired before i do.

* why does she talk to the book?

* the sun goes up, we go down. that's never gonna change.

* keeping you safe, little waif.

* the book is my friend.

* the book is her friend.

* the book is a book.

* put the pen down.

* when i'm tired, i'm not so kind.

* and where are all the vampires at?

* she's gonna pass real soon. we're trying to accustom her to the thought of... going home to god.

* it's so soft!

* it's just me, my pen, my brain, my heart, and the blood of the street car conductor i drained after he got off work. thank you, street car driver. i hope they got more of you at your company to fill in for you.

* don't shush me.

* i missed you.

* you missed me?

* he doesn't give good answers to questions, sits on the truth like it's his chair or something. i thought we weren't supposed to keep secrets.

* sometimes, old people don't like talking much about the past. sometimes, you gotta be careful where you dig, you understand?

* how does it work, love between two men?

* you ever liked girls?

* i don't know how you do that... you can't like the taste.

* it's not just what you eat. you can kill quick and painless, or you can get extravagant.

* there've been times when i've gone too far myself.

* some killing has consequences.

* i used to get a little caught up in human affairs.

* how does muhammad feel about vampires?

* how is your reading coming along?

* i interrupted, you were praying.

* i have my own room now.

* still, you wouldn't believe how time flies when you got people to eat and money to spend.

* we do like mortals do. we fight, we eat, we laugh, we sleep, we love!

* never seen a dead one look so peaceful... do you know what her last words were?

* who are you here with, honey?

* you have a kid?

* we need to talk about the house.

* over the cold body of our mama. i was wondering why i got the invite this time.

* well, good we got each other's backs... make you proud, you hear?

* the smell is awful.

* wakes were invented in places where it snowed.

* i'll have the papers drawn up.

* now, here's a treat. i think you're ready for. this is what the meat calls a 'lovers lane', and by my estimation no blood is sweeter. young people, swollen with passion, denied spirits by this senseless prohibition, park along this lonely stretch to contemplate that most mysterious of mathematical equations: how one plus one... becomes one.

* you've been too sheltered, my belladonnic beauty.

* did you just crawl out of the swamp or something?

* there's something back there, something evil!

* she's a prodigious killer, why you wanna limit her is beyond comprehension.

* i jumped a girl in between speakeasies, i wear it better though.

* don't do something he would do.

* happy hunting!

* i'm sorry, i got so scared i almost fainted. i thought the flowers might bring me back a bit.

* i'm glad you're back.

* i just wanted to say thank you for driving me home.

* i had to make sure you wouldn't faint again.

* i wanna know what his laugh sounds like when it's all the way.

* i'm surprised your fancy parents even let you out at night.

* they know i can take care of myself.

* you almost got trampled by a horse.

* no running in the house!

* i finally got a few secrets of my own.

* are you blocking me?

* do you not like it?

* i guess you're probably used to having ice cream any time you want.

* so, is this what you always do for a first date? take a girl out for some ice cream?

* no way you're older than me.

* everyone in my family looks young for their age.

* i'm tired of waiting!

* you don't even look like a girl... you're an angel.

* it's easy to get carried away when you're young and in love.

* stop squirming and watch. remember this, his face as it melts. this is why we never get close to mortals. because sooner or later, they end up dead.

* i had a daughter.

* the oh-so-delicate balance of our oh-so-delicate household was shattered.

* and what should i have done? tucked his body into the coffin with her?

* it's funnier when you fight in french.

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٠ ࣪⭑ KARMA.- Scaramouche x reader

｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ 14.Just like old times

You sat down in the same corner you guys worked in last time, you definitely didn’t feel the same dread as before; if anything, you felt excited almost. You haven’t seen Scaramouche since your last session and that ended relatively well, it felt like you were making a dent in the walls he built up after he left. You lay your bag on the table, sorting through your supplies and getting out your laptop to start working. 10 minutes later Scaramouche waltzed in, standing next to you.

“Grabbed you a drink, the shift took longer than I thought it was going to” He handed you the cup, and the smell instantly hit you and you knew it was your favourite, for a moment you were left speechless.

“You remembered my order..? Thanks, Scara.”

“It’s nothing. The drinks are free for me on shift and you come in constantly with that twink it’s hard not to remember what you like” His comment made you giggle slightly,

“Oh Kaveh, yeah we got there to avoid going to the bars as much this year” You sent him an appreciative smile and took a sip of your drink.

“He’s the one banging Alhaitham right” he sat in front of you, grabbing his own things to start working,

“How did you find out about it? And yeah but he’s convinced they’re not dating yet”

“Childe brought it up and had us take bets on it. It was easy money” You giggled again at his comment - oh my gods what has gotten into you acting like a little school girl. You tried to push it off and continue with your work. You guys once again worked in silence for just over an hour, occasionally trading comments and notes, it was a comfortable silence - until your phone decided to make an appearance. You sighed, looking at the caller ID before muting your phone.

“Who’s that?”

“Ugh, some guy I hook up with a few times, since the start of the year he’s been calling non-stop”

“I didn’t think you were so desired around here” he looks up and smirks at you slightly, you laughed,

“Apparently so” The rest of the hours flew by fast, trading jokes and laughing between you. Yes, it definitely felt like old times. Before you knew it, it had already reached 6pm, and the time you designated together was up.

“Same time next week?”

“Of course, gotta get the project finished somehow” You gave him a smile packing your things, “I’ll see you soon scara” You waved as you left.

“Bye, Y/N”

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Summary.- It’s been over 10 years since you last saw Kunikuzushi, back then he had blocked everyone and disappeared without a trace. Now, you’re in your second year of the Akademiya University. But what happens when a certain someone appears from your past, and now, with an entirely new personality?

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THE BOY NEXT DOOR 「07. CONFUSION」

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𐑂 2.7k+ words     𐑂 Your new neighbor, Miya Atsumu, is everything you’ll never ask for. With his annoying good looks and equally irritating charm, how can you not resist the boy next door?     𐑂 neighbors, humor, enemies to lovers, fake dating, friends to lovers

It was another Friday afternoon after his usual training for the upcoming league and it was another Friday when his mom sent another chic his way for a marriage meeting like the usual.

Tsumu ran a hand through his hair while he pranced around his room. "I can't believe it! Mom said me another one today!" He hissed. 

"Just get it over with. Ya've been there before, ain't ya?"

Yes, what's so different now? Before he could even fathom deeper, someone sought his attention. "Um...Atsumu-san? Are you okay?"

"Fuck! She's here." He murmured over the phone.

"Enjoy."

"Samu! Sam-" The other line was already cut before he could even protest and all he could do was left out a sign of relief. 

The moment he opened the washroom door, the girl tip toed to check up on him. "Are you fine?"

His head spiraled, giving in to his inescapable reality. 

Their names weren't really important at all. Initially, he was just in for the fun and to past some time, utterly bored of his downtime in between trainings. Though as days and months passed by, he started to feel number and more apathetic about the concept of relationships. He had met a lot of girls yet none of them ever made such an impact on him. 

"I ain't feelin' well. I gotta go home." Atsumu excused himself, taking a stance that he could no longer bear faking it. 

In no time, he ended the marriage meeting. His energy was almost entirely drained from the date. It's not that it was really awful. She was nice, but that was it. 

The elevator doors opened and he walked out of it and onto his apartment, lifelessly. Finally inside, his body slumped down on the couch as his head rested backwards. When did he become exactly like this? He used to enjoy these things but now...

His doorbell rang and he immediately got up.

"Y/N!" He happily greeted upon opening the door looking like a dog wagging his tail. "Wait, what's that?" He asked curiously, noticing that you had more than your usual tote bag with you.

"Here," you pressed to his chest and went inside his room after signaling you to do so. "A hamper so you can keep your laundry in order." 

His eyes widened and cheeks reddened, touched and warmed because of your thoughtfulness. "Thanks..." he managed to murmur.

"I'll be using the bathroom now." You said and closed the door, while he remained standing by it. Remembering that you forgot to tell him that you forgot the hamper's handle in your home, you opened the door again and saw him still standing right there. "Hey...why're you?" You wondered.

"I'm guardin' ya...?" He stated, sounding almost like a question.

"From what?" You asked a little weird out.

"You might not know...a cockroach might appear again somewhere out there."

You cringed at the thought of the thing. "God, I hope not. By the way, I left the hamper's handle at home."

"Got it," he affirmed as you headed back in again. 

With so much excitement, he opened up the packaging of the hamper you gave like a kid or a puppy receiving his most anticipated toy. 

He grinned with fondness at the small fox prints design on the material. He liked the idea that it matched his high school team's totem animal. His smile got gentler. He couldn't recall the last time he felt this uplifted and airy, like something in his chest felt so light. 

You opened the door, finally done with your bath. You were wearing this oversized sweatshirt and pajama, looking like you're ready to hit the sack once you get home. 

His eyes stayed on you for a short while and you started to notice it. 

"What?" You asked.

"Ya look like a pillow." He stated, musing on how cuddly you looked like in that kind of get up.

You blushed a little, but then tried calming yourself down. You didn't exactly know if he meant that as a compliment or as a joke. 

"Anyways, thanks for the bath." You told whims you headed outside of his apartment. "Night."

"Yeah, have a good night yerself too." He said as he watched you open your room. "No more goin' out okay?"

You finally opened the door and teased back, "You're not my dad."

Dramatically, he sighed. "You really do have a lot to say, ain't ya?"

You chuckled to yourself as you closed the door behind you. With a smile on your face, you took out your things from your tote bag. Instantly, that happy gleam turned into anxiety. 

Shit, shit, shit! You checked your things out again. It's not here! You covered your face with your hands. This couldn't be happening. You left your panties inside Atsumu's bathroom! You panicked. Should you run now and tell him you forgot something? Or! Or! He had already seen it!?

Just as you worried on the best thing to do, it's already very late now. Tsumu had now discovered the article you left inside his bathroom. 

Did you left it on purpose?

What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

He panicked, staring at your panties on his hands. He was about to take a bath and had his shirt off already, but he was welcomed by your pink, sheep-printed panties. 

Were you...were you inviting him in your room? He blushed. His heart beat so heavily with so much panic and thrill. What the hell is this? But a night spent with you won't be that...bad? He thought. 

Finally making a decision, he opened the door to his apartment, but was surprised to find you right on his doorstep.

"Y-Y/N," he said in disbelief, not thinking you could be this forward. You were just staring at him like you were waiting for to make a move or...you're about to jump on him any minute now. He had never been too conscious of his body. He knew he was in perfect shape and he knew how gorgeous he looked, but right now with your eyes on him like this it felt more than just being objectified. 

Was this all the build-up going to? Did you plan this all along? His cheeks now furiously red at the thought of your surprising aggressiveness. 

You just stared at him in plain nervousness. Out of all the things you'd forget it had to be that. Now, how could you face him without thinking that he had seen your underwear and probably had held it too? But! You had to tell him something!

"I-I think I left something inside..." You almost tripped over your words, speeding inside his apartment.

"S-Sure..." Atsumu's breath hitched. You made your way inside his room? Did she want to do it here?

"I-I think I left it here..." You said, with worry.

He raised his hand and displayed your panties hooked on his finger. "You mean this?"

You were complete flushed and hurriedly snatched your underwear from him. "W-why did you not give me that at the very instant?"

Atsumu placed his hands on his waist. "Why the heck did you leave it?"

"I left it accidentally!" You fought back.

"Oh, really?"

You took a step back and looked around you. You were both alone inside his apartment. A bed was just a few steps away. He was shirtless and looking good and you were...there barging right in the middle of the night. 

It finally dawned you. 

"I...I'm not one of your girls, Atsumu." You said, with a hint of seriousness.

"Excuse me?" Atsumu retaliated not knowing how to feel about it. 

Your mind was still confused. Since when did you forget that Atsumu was still a man so capable to sweep you off your feet? "It's late now. I must go back home."

You walked away and he felt all the urge to grab you by the elbow and stop you, but...The last time he felt this surge of emotions, he kissed you in the elevator. Right now, if he did the same, he wouldn't guarantee it'd be just a kiss or he could keep himself from maintaining it up to that level. 

I'm not one of your girls, Atsumu.

So he let you go.

"Thanks for the shower and everything." You abde and went out.

He was again...rejected.

Or, at least, it felt that way.

All those girls he went out with were head over heels for him. It would be a lie if he'd say he didn't like it. Then, here you were taking him for granted and acting like he's someone you could just push away, yet each time you crushed his ego, the more he wanted to run towards you so badly. 

I'm not one of your girls, Atsumu.

Your words echoed in his ear. Somehow, they were very shallow yet it pierced right through his chest so deep. 

He slept the night with that knot inside himself. The next morning came with him not getting enough sleep an prime athlete like him should be getting. Now, he's a little pissed and it's because of you. If space that you want, fine! He'd give you exactly that. Gone was the nice and friendly Tsumu and he'd be like the thin air you wished he was from the beginning. 

He went out of his apartment for his training, when the very moment he went inside the elevator and hit the ground floor button, you came out of your own room. You rushed inside as he pushed the open-doors button until you managed to get in. 

"Thanks," you greeted with a smile and he closed his eyes firmly, reprimanding himself. Why did he wait for you to enter the elevator. He could just leave you waiting. Fine, fine. He'd just won't talk to you. At all. 

"By the way," You reached something out from your bag and handed it to him. "I made an extra. You can have it for breakfast." Atsumu accepted it, bewildered and surprised from your unexpected kind gesture. "Bye!" You bade as you ran to your office's direction.

What...What is this? He stared at the sandwich you gave him on his way to the locker room of the training gym.

"Hello Atsumu-san! Woah...what's that?" Hinata asked, lacing an arm around him. 

Atsumu puffed his chest. "I got this from, Y/N."

"Y/N?" Bokuto started, amazed. "She prepares breakfast for you?"

"Ah...How nice is that to have a girl prepare breakfast for you."

Atsumu proudly and cheekily beamed. "It's not like it's such a big deal y'know."

Their coach called them for a huddle about their upcoming schedule given that they'd be having an overseas game in the coming week. 

"Aren't you excited? We're flying next week again!" Hinata asked him. He smiled but he couldn't give a definite answer to the question.

Come to think of it, the game would give him the much needed distance from you that he couldn't get himself so used to. 

The sound of whistle echoed in the gymnasium and Atsumu shook his head to get his mind back into the game. 

Immediately after the training ended, Atsumu rushed to his clothes, remembering that he hadn't done his laundry for long. His face fell, finding out that he must do the laundry today. There's a big tendency that he might not have something to bring to the game. 

He'd be flying this time around for his game. How would you be able to take a bath now? Should he duplicate his keys? Wait! Why was even thinking of you now? Erase! Erase! Erase! He shook his head. 

He pulled the basket out of his apartment just in time you had your laundry basket with you.

"Oh..." You said, noticing that he had all colors of clothes mixed-up in his basket. "Laundry?"

"Yeah..." He tried not to chat so much.

"Do you..." You hesitated. "Do you know how to?"

Atsumu scowled and he almost spit out a huge chunk of his ego, when he remembered that it was his mom who usually picked up the laundry for him before. He sighed, defeated. "Not really."

"Okay, I guess. I can teach you." You said.

"Fine..." With slump shoulders, he went towards you and grabbed your basket. "Lemme help ya out with this."

After getting off from the elevator, you both headed to the laundry shop which was just located at the ground floor of  your apartment building. It was just the two of you there as you entered.

"Here, have you separated your whites and colored?" You asked and he shook his head away. "You should then afterwards you place them in different machines."

"Got it!" He said and you tended with your own clothes, placing them inside the machine. "Then, after this...I'll just put soap into the slot here?" 

"Yes," you nodded your head as you did the same with your own.

"Then we wait."

"Yup."

You sat beside each other at the bench in front of your machines, watching your clothes go round and round inside as the water poured in. 

You smiled to yourself out of the blue and he found it odd. "Hey! What're ya...Are ya plannin' somethin' evil?"

You shook your head. "No, I just realized that I'd never help you out if this happened a month ago."

"Yeah, yeah! You even thought I was the killer!"

"Well, aren't you really?" You teased.

"Hey!" He protested.

You chuckled and so did he. 

Last night, you wondered how you came to forget that Atsumu was a man you used to avoid back then and now you even casually used his bathroom. You were baffled that even when he already stole a kiss from you and held your underwear, though you found it awkward and embarrassing at the same time, there's still a touch of comfort and familiarity being around Atsumu. 

Maybe...he's a friend now?

You were in the middle of your thoughts when his machine started spilling bubbles all over. 

Just as you thought...However, instead of getting mad or annoyed at him, you found yourself laughing so heartily at what happened. Such clumsiness was a total Atsumu thing and you found it very hilarious!

"Hey! Hey what do we do with this- What do we-" Atsumu was interrupted by the sight of your light-hearted laughter. A smile naturally slipped across his face. It was interesting to see you vexed but there's something more amazing at witnessing how carefree you could be. Just like now. 

The store assistant cut through and helped the both of you, volunteering to finish Atsumu's clothes so he could just come back to pick it up tomorrow. 

"I'll just do your laundry next time so it won't happen again."

He sighed. "Right...right..I guess I hafta sort it so it won't be too much of a hassle next time too."

"Yeah..."

You headed back to your floor with Tsumu carrying your finished laundry. He caught himself smiling through his reflection inside the elevator and remembered the oath he swore this early morning. Distancing himself from you. 

What the hell? He was stupefied. Why the hell did this happen? He promised himself to avoid you but he ended up spending more time with you instead!

The elevator opened and you both saw Otose standing in front of your door. 

"Oh, Y/N. You're here already." She greeted and you returned the greeting. "The water piping's already fixed

"Really?" You said in delight.

"Yes, yes, the plumber said it's finally replaced. You two take care I'mma head back down now." She bade and entered the elevator. 

Atsumu placed your laundry basket down and slid both of his hands inside his pockets. "It's good now then, ya don't hafta bother me anymore."

It was as if his plan this morning backfired to him when he swore to himself not to talk to you again, but being given an opportunity exactly that bothered him a lot.

You rolled your eyes at him. "Can't you have a day when you don't annoy me?" You shot back, but he didn't budge like his usual self. You found it puzzling but you just shrugged it off as he entered his apartment, not uttering a single word to you anymore.

Atsumu didn't know why but he felt a little off. He should celebrate for he could go back to his old ways. He could finally not wait for anyone to shower around his home and he shouldn't be bothered not cleaning his room since you're not gonna be here anymore. 

Add to that, he didn't have to worry about your bath time when he'd be away for the overseas games. He didn't have to duplicate his keys and entrust 'em to you. He didn't have to talk to you anymore and you'd both be back to just seeing each other in the hallway and that's it.

That's it...

That's it?

𐑂 AN : AAAHHHH IK GUYS IK! next chapter’s on monday! given that these are establishing chapters! hopefully, next week I finally bridged what I have to so we can finally start with the exciting parts. for now, enjoy being neighbors with atsumu with him feeling so confused and bothered everytime you interact together xD

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