#i think this is the cutest scenario i’ve came up with

[peaktora]

𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄: 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍˚◞♡ ⃗ dad!satoru gojo

𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊ instead of sleeping, satoru and your daughter argue over what to name her stuffed dragon.

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ┊1.9k words. established relationship (#married). the toddler dialogue is purposefully not structured correctly since it’s words from a toddler. fem!reader. intended lowercase. warning: you will wish you had a kid with gojo after reading this.

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚.┊this was gonna be a basic thought post, but i got more and more interested in the concept and was like “y’know what? fuck it, ima just make this into a full fic.” so here we are with a more full look at dad!gojo <3.

satoru mumbles, "but i think he likes being called spike,” and it's obvious that he's sulking. you don't even have to look up from your book to confirm it.

“well, you don't know him like i do!” your daughter replies, tucking herself into your side.

you flip through the picture book's pages fast, just getting brief glances of its colorful illustrations. unicorns, dragons, knights, and princesses decorated the pages. after turning the last page, you sigh and put the book down on the nightstand. despite the fact that the book was designed for toddlers, it actually looked interesting. you just know you would love to read it to your toddler. you can imagine yourself reading it to her, seeing the excitement on her face as she explores the world of fantasy—her absolute favorite genre.

but unfortunately, that image in your head will have to wait for another day, because her attention? is completely taken by the debate between her and her father.

how the argument started is beyond you. just ten minutes ago, you and satoru were snuggled up on your daughter’s bed, trying to read her to sleep. and now? satoru and her are in a heated debate over what to name her stuffed dragon. it's tough not to be amazed at how something so easy can become so complicated with him.

"i bought him, drove him around in my car, and wrapped him up in a cute little box for you. i think we know each other pretty well.” satoru smiles and reaches across the bed for the dragon.

“nuh-uh! he not even like you!” your toddler, with her tiny hands and puffed cheeks, clutches her stuffed dragon tightly against her chest. the plushie, its vibrant green scales and friendly eyes, seemed to come alive in her hold.

he retreats back to his seat on the edge of your daughter's bed, his lips curled into a frown as he asks, "how come?"

her mouth opens, then closes again. you look away for a moment to give satoru a look of disapproval, and by the time you return your attention to her, her brows are already starting to furrow. she mumbles under her breath, "because," running her small fingers around the plush dragon’s ear. she looks to be at a loss for words, as if she hasn't come up with an answer to satoru's question.

but that's okay, since you—happily, do.

"because you’re taking his time away from storytime. and satoru, in case you didn't know? when it's time to go to bed, we have storytime.”

your daughter looks up, her face beaming as she screams, "yup! and mommy picks the super-duper bestest stories ever!"

satoru gasps, his eyes never leaving yours as he rises from his bed and holds his chest. "baby, who's side are you on?"

you roll your eyes, "i'm just sa—"

"oh, sweetheart," he mumbles as he rushes around the corner of the bed, his movements quick to reach your side. without wasting a second, he rests a palm on your forehead, checking your temperature with a clear look of false concern. concerned people don’t have to hold back the urge to smile. actually, they don't have a smile at all—but for some reason, satoru does, and he's terrible at hiding it. "are you sick? having some hallucinations? is that why you've decided to side with enemy?”

your daughter giggles, and it only feeds satoru's act.

he turns his head towards the source of the giggles. a playful pout forms on his lips as he teasingly asks, "or did this little munchkin of ours use her princess magic to change your mind? she has a way of doing that to me sometimes, y’know."

his free hand reaches towards your toddler, fingers wiggling in anticipation. as his fingers make contact with your little one's soft, ticklish skin, even more giggles slip past her lips.

she tries to squirm away from his touch, but that's when he adds another hand to the tickle fest, and all chance of escape is gone. at that point, she visibly gives up, curling into herself to try to halt her dad’s tickling.

“i-i don’t have powers, daddy!” you daughter manages to stifle out through her laughs. you smile at the sound—it’s one you'll never get tired of hearing.

"you can't be a princess without powers! every princess has powers!"

“i-i'm n-not a princess though!“

satoru's fingers pause in their spot, his eyes widening in disbelief. "not a princess? how on earth can that even be?"

you’re sure if she needed him to, he could easily write an entire book about how she’s a princess.

he scoops her up from her place next to you, careful not to let her dangling legs hit you in the process. she lands on his hip, her eyes fixated on him as he lovingly whispers, "you're daddy's little princess!" he pauses, then adds, "and mommy is the queen, so that makes me—"

“the king?”

“you’re just so smart, huh? see, a perfect quality of a princess.”

“but princesses have dragons! big ones with so many pretty colors and names! they go—“ she cuts herself off and raises her tiny arms high. with a wide smile on her face, she takes a deep breath and lets out a loud roar.

satoru nods and smiles warmly at her, "oh, i see...well, y’know what? not all princesses have dragons.”

she tilts her head, and you awe at the sight. “they don’t?”

"nope," he says, taking her tiny hand in his, wrapping it securely around his finger. he lightly massages the back of her hand, and it’s soothing—scratch that, reassuring. you can tell from the way your daughter leans her head on his shoulder, tucking herself in the crook of his neck. "you don't need a dragon to be a princess. you're my princess ‘cause you're kind, smart, and full of love. i'd say that's all you need to be one."

"really?" she asks, waiting for his nod before continuing. "okay…but i still want a dragon."

"i get it, munchkin," he hums as he takes the dragon plushie from the bed. "we still haven't figured out a name for this guy, hm?"

“nuh-uh!”

“he looks like his power is being super cuddly. he's so cuddly that he puts you right to sleep…how ‘bout…fluffy?"

“ew.”

“fluffy sounds cute, no?”

"but dragons aren't cute. daddy, they breathe fire."

"wel—" satoru begins, but your daughter interrupts.

“his name should be fireball!”

“satoru, she does have a point,” you assert.

she really did. it was a dragon, not something adorable, but something that’s usually thought of as a villain—or a protector. athough deep down, a part of you just wanted this little debate to finally wrap up so you could finally catch some much-needed sleep.

“i thought i took away all of her princess magic?” satoru frowns, "stop siding with the enemy!"

you can't help but snort at his comment. mostly because, for whatever reason, he’s taking this dispute very seriously. so seriously that he doesn't seem to notice you're trying to do anything to finally get to bedtime. "baby i was just sa—"

"who says this dragon had to breathe fire anyways?" he interrupts.

when your toddler goes to respond, it hits you. "what about fluffy fireball?" you mention. it's a perfect combination of the two. well, okay, maybe not a “perfect” combination, but it's good enough to finish this debate.

if you weren't so tired, you’d stop and ogle the way they ask "huh?" in sync.

you shrug, "well, why not? he is pretty fluffy and spits out fire. there can’t be a better name than that."

your daughter holds out the dragon, looks at it for a while, then brings it up to her ear.

she gives the impression that he’s nodding his head before hushedly saying, "got it." she then turns back to face you and yells confidently, "fluffy fireball agrees!”

"well, i don't agree," satoru huffs. "the name is way too long an—"

“satoru.”

“but—“

"satoru," you say more firmly, and his shoulders sink as he mumbles "okay" beneath his breath.

your daughter lets out a yawn, and your eyes are immediately drawn to her. you signal for satoru to come over to the bed, and he does, bending down to your level.

“is my girl sleepy?”

"um," she pauses and looks at her dragon. "just a little bit."

"i can tell," you say, gently rubbing her back. you sneak a quick glance at your husband, and he looks the other way because he knows it's way past her bedtime. you sit up next to her ear and murmur, "i think fluffy fireball is ready to go to sleepy-time."

she gives the dinosaur a look before asking him, "y’wanna sleep with me?” then, she shakes the dinosaur's head up and down before exclaiming, "okay!"

you watch as she leaps out of satoru’s arms, and plops down on the bed. the room fills with giggles and the creaking of the bed as she scampers towards the middle. once she's next to you, she settles in and gets comfortable.

you can't help but smile as you see her tiny hands reaching out, playfully fluffing the pillows around her. then finally, with a satisfied sigh, she snuggles under the covers, cocooning herself in warmth.

she sets her dragon on her left side, making sure her loyal companion is there to do his job and look after her (the princess). it’s cute really. however, if that dragon becomes even a little bit too comfortable with the job, you know satoru will undoubtedly compete for the position. he'd say, "it can't just show up one day and take my job," or something along those lines. knowing him, he might even contemplate throwing it away—who knows.

you’re jolted out of your trance when your daughter asserts to her dinosaur, "you can sleep on daddies side, he snores."

satoru gasps, “i do not—“

“yes you do!”

“when have i eve—“

"guys," you sigh, feeling the weight of exhaustion in your voice. you cast a glance at both of them, making sure you have their undivided attention before pressing on. "c'mon, let's all take a breather and save the debate about your dad's snoring for tomorrow, okay?"

"but mommy, tell him he snores!" she whines. "he goes—" she cuts herself off to mimic satoru's snoring, and his face is priceless.

"now that’s just rude. how can you speak to me so coldly?” satoru scurries underneath the covers on the side of the dragon. and just like that, your daughter and her dragon are nestled between the two of you.

“this’ll be settled in a family meeting tomorrow. you two have already had one debate today. so right now? lets all go to bed.” you declare, then nestle deeper beneath the covers, closing your eyes.

as the voices of saddened "okays" and "alrights" blend together, a collective sigh fills the room. the sound of a click follows, and even with your eyes closed, the absence of light is unmistakable. it makes you feel even more exhausted than before.

you feel satoru’s arm slide around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. meanwhile, your daughter stirs slightly, searching for a more comfortable position in the cozy space between the two of you. you can feel her movements, her small body nestled snugly against yours.

you snuggle impossibly closer to your pillow, and take a deep breath.

silence, that’s what follows—and it’s nothing but peaceful. that is, until satoru bursts out laughing. "i don't snore," he blurts out into the darkness, his voice filled with mischief. "i just provide a little background music for the night."

it's at this point that you decide to be extremely biased at the family meeting tomorrow. he’s not winning a damn thing.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

your writing is incredible! do you mind writing something about dilf dave mustaine corrupting young female reader

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoy my writing!

A/n: I got, like, halfway through writing this and then had a better idea on how I could've answered this request but I didn't want to rewrite it because I still liked the story so I hope you still like it just as much :3

Warnings: Smut, unprotected pnv, oral(male receiving), fingering(reader receiving), if you think I missed anything please let me know otherwise enjoy :3

The sunset strip. Many things come to mind at the sound of that title. Band startups, drinking and drugging, all things surrounding rock, punk, metal and all sorts of other kinds of music. This was the scene, and you were finally here.

After high school you skipped out on the gap year and went straight to getting higher degrees. After those years of extra gruelling homework you took your break, taking a well deserved time off before heading into the workforce.

This being your year of true freedom, a kind you probably won’t get close to again, you went to the one place you’ve always wanted to be. The sunset strip.

Now, you weren’t much of a party person. When all your friends were out at someone’s house you were at home studying, reading, a few jobs on and off. The whole crowded place was not something you wanted. But the sunset strip was where you wanted to be all that time. Even though it was way out of your comfort zone.

You looked through some of the clothes in a store you found called ‘Retail Slut’. The clothes were of all kinds and you were quite happy to be digging in all of it, unique smells and all.

In the back there was a small stand of records which you thought were pretty cool. While you were going through them a tall man with ginger hair came up to the table and seemed to be pretending to look around at the albums. You caught him glancing at you a few times and he eventually spoke up.

“I haven’t seen you around here before,” he said, “new to town?” He had this friendly presence to him. His smile was warm and he had the cutest glasses on. He wore this cute brown coat and light blue jeans. Fall incarnate. A fallen leaf on a frosty day.

“Just visiting, I grew up watching everything happen here and I’d never been.” You explained. The man nodded in understanding. You picked up an album with a hammer in a red and black frame titled ‘Kill ‘em All’. The ginger haired fellow took it from you and put it under another stack of albums further down the table.

“I’ve listened to some of their shit, you wouldn’t like it.” He stated, glaring down at the assortment of other records.

“How would you know what I’d like?” You asked, crossing your arms around your chest. The man looked up at you. He eyed you from head to toe, biting his lip as he did so.

“There’s a band playing just around the corner at a bar I like.” He walked around the table to stand in front of you. “Care to join me?” He asked, holding a hand out for you to take. You hesitated for a moment. You’ve never done anything like this before, running off with a stranger to some bar. Right into a party? No one ever would’ve taken you for the type, least of all yourself.

But this was the strip, and you came here to be free. So you took his hand and he led you out of the thrift store.

You walked down the streets hand in hand. You kept scanning around at everything happening, all the laughing, smiling faces. Rock posters everywhere, record stores, guitar shops. Everything you’ve dreamed of.

“I’m Dave, by the way.” The man said. You’d been trying to work up the courage to ask but the words kept fizzling out before they came out of your mouth. “In case you were wondering what name to call out tonight.” You thought about it for a moment, trying to think of a scenario where you’d need to call for him when it clicked as to what he was referring to. Your cheeks heated up and your gaze fell to the ground as you entered a dark club.

Dave threw an arm over your shoulder, keeping you close in the crowded area. Being so close to him you could smell his cologne. The stench of the club nearly covered it but you managed to focus on it. It helped keep you calm in this unfamiliar scene.

The ginger walked you through the club and sat down at the bar. He ordered you both ginger ale. “Unless, the lady wants something else?” He offered. You shook your head and the bartender walked off to make your drinks. “Not a drinker?” He asked, half leaning on the counter.

“I’m not even a partier.” You replied, almost exasperated. The bartender returned a few moments later with your drinks. You thanked them and reached for your purse. Dave gently pushed your hand away and handed the worker some cash.

“Pretty girls don’t buy drinks, doll.” He told you, taking a sip of his drink.

The two of you got to talking, having a few more non-alcoholic drinks and just chatting your time away. This was much more pleasant than the stories of parties you’ve heard all your life. This was nothing compared to the scene you’d come here expecting, but it was a much appreciated one.

Dave’s hand found its way to your knee, slowly moving higher and higher. You decided on a leather skirt and fishnets to go along with your red tube-top and thrifted leather jacket. His fingers were dipping under your skirt, just enough to have your stomach fluttering.

Finally, after hours of teasing you with his touch that was barely considered innocent, Dave leaned in to whisper in your ear. “Why don’t you come with me for a minute?” He held his hand out for you to take, and you did.

The ginger led you through the crowd and to the bathrooms. He tried to pull you into the mens room but you stopped. “I-I can’t go in there.” You said, glancing around to see if anyone was looking at you. They weren’t, all of them too preoccupied with the show on before them, all wasted and having their own fun.

“Come on.” Dave groaned with a smile. “It’ll be fun, I promise.” He urged, gently pulling you into the bathroom.

He got you on the counter, your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on your hips. Your lips crashing against one anothers, tongues dancing together and exploring each other's mouths. Dave was pushing your skirt up, bunching it around your hips. You could feel him hardening as he would grind against you, short and harsh rotations of his hips.

Dave’s hands began to wander. He’d run the tips of his fingers over the inside of your thighs, sending shivers up your spine and knotting your gut. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” He mumbled against your lips when his thumb finally pushed against your panties. He pushed the thin piece of fabric to the side and slid a finger through your folds. That alone had your back arching in anticipation. “Fuck me, you’re so fucking wet.” He mused, starting to kiss down your neck. Nipping and sucking the tender flesh and leaving love bites. You screwed your eyes shut and your mouth fell open in soft sounds as Dave slid a finger into you.

He curled his finger against your gummy walls, pressing against that special spot inside you. Your eyes rolled back and you gripped his shoulders. “Such a sweet thing, huh? Never felt this before, have you?” He hummed as he pumped his long, thick fingers in and out of you. He started slow, letting you get used to this new sensation before he picked up the pace. The sound of skin slapping against wet skin rang through the small, tiled room along with your whimpers.

“Oh, fuck, please! Please, fuck, I c- I can’t.” You whined, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. Dave then pulled his finger out of you, taking away any pleasure you had just been feeling. You stared at him with wide sad eyes and a pout. “Why would you do that..?” You asked, your voice shaky and weak. Dave looked at you with an apologetic, pitying look.

“Oh... Is my baby needy?” He brought his hand up to cup your cheek, gently caressing it. “All sad and pouty because she doesn’t get to cum yet?” He ran his fingers through your hair and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “Don’t worry, daddy’ll take care of you.” He pulled you off the counter, your knees buckled and you fell to your knees on the cold tile in front of him. You stared up at him with that same wide-eyed stare. “You just have to do something for me first, sweetheart.” Dave said as he unbuckled his belt.

His pants fell to the ground, leaving him in his boxers which had a prominent bulge from his cock. “Go on, doll, make daddy happy.” You were hesitant at first, gaze flickering between him and his eyes. You brought your hands up and dipped your fingers under the waistband of his boxer, gently tugging them down until they fell to his ankles with his pants.

Dave’s hard member hit you in the face after being brought out from its confines, traces of pre already sticking to your cheek. “I-I’ve never...” You trailed off, not sure whether it was because you were distracted by his dick or that you just didn’t want to finish the sentence.

Dave’s hand went to your face again, holding you by the chin to tilt your head up so you’d look him in the eye, though your gaze flickered to his lips a few times as well. “Don’t worry, I’ll guide you.” He mused, wiping the liquid from your cheek. You gave a weak nod and opened your mouth for him.

The ginger slowly guided his cock over your tongue, letting the weight lay on the muscle for a moment before he went further. His hand was still on your head, holding you in place for him. He was only about halfway in when he stopped, letting you get used to just that. “Watch your teeth now, doll, but give it a suck, would you?” He said in that same soft voice he’d been using with you all afternoon and now into the night.

You did as he told you to, your tongue traced the veins on the underside as you hollowed your cheeks for him. You pulled your head back a bit to pay more attention to his tip and he let you, for a moment. Before you knew it he was slamming his hips to meet your face, fucking deep into the back of your throat at a brutal pace. You gagged on him and the tears that had been pricking your eyes fell in streams down your red cheeks.

Your knees and throat hurt but Dave didn’t stay like this for long. He didn’t finish but he pulled himself out of your mouth and pulled you up off the floor. He pushed you up against the counter with your back facing him so you’d be looking into the mirror. The ginger stared down at your exposed ass, hands firmly planted on your hips as he spread you apart. His thumb pushed the fishnet and your panties aside so he could feel just how wet you were, all for him.

“Fucking gorgeous.” He hummed. “All pretty and mine.” He said, and with a quick tug he ripped your fishnets, then your thin underwear. He lined himself up with you and pushed in, bottoming out without giving you time to prepare yourself.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, drool slipping out of your puffy and bruised lips, tears rolling down your hot cheeks. You didn’t care, anything besides Dave’s cock stuffed deep inside you was beyond your comprehension right now. You loved the feeling of him, the way he hit every spot that had you seeing stars, the way he held you so close to his chest.

After letting you adjust to him for a moment or two he wasted no time in setting a fast rhythm, thrusting into you without a care in the world. He groped your chest and bit your neck, leaving red and purple spots in his wake as his hips slammed against yours. You weren’t processing any sounds you were making but based on the expression you saw staring back at you you could imagine they were pretty loud, all lustful moans as Dave slid in and out of you, his head pressing right up against your cervix.

The knot came back full force when Dave started circling your clit and quickly burst. You screamed out for him, creaming around him. Your juices dripped down his cock, your ass and thighs getting coated as well while the liquids made their way to the floor which was already covered in a layer of other fun times. However, Dave didn’t stop. His thrusts were relentless as he kept bucking his cock into you.

“Fuck-fuck, so pretty, so pretty just for me, so tight around daddy’s cock.” Dave praised, landing a harsh smack on your ass, then another and then a third, each one drawing a yelp from you. Dave took your hair in his hand, bunching it into a makeshift ponytail so he could pull your head back to force you to look into the mirror. “Look at that, look at my little slut, all fucked out on daddy’s dick.” Your eyes were fluttering, you felt like you were on the verge of passing out but you managed to keep your standing.

Dave began losing his rhythm and just sloppily fucking into you, doing anything to reach his own high. The coil in your gut returned, this time you got to see how that looked on the outside. Dave behind you with his long, ginger hair sticking to his face and your shoulders from sweat. You watched the way your ass shook every time he rammed into you, you saw the small bulge in your stomach. Dave saw it at the same time and smiled a wicked grin.

“Look at that, all ready to have my babies, are you?” He teased. You let out a loud, sultry whine and Dave’s eyes rolled back as your walls squeezed him. “Oh, fuck~ Do that a few more times and you just might, dollface.” You continued to watch the bulge appear and disappear only to reappear right after over and over, bringing you over the edge once more.

Your body shook and your knees buckled. You clenched around Dave bringing him to his own release. Thick, white liquid shot into you and the ginger bent you over the counter, pressing down onto you as he kept bucking up into you.

He kept going a few more seconds before pulling away. He pulled out of you and watched his cum seep out of your hole. You looked back at him, then to the floor where the liquid fell. Dave saw the pout on your face, the one you hadn’t even realised was there, and pulled you into a hug. “Don’t worry, doll, I’ll get you good and pregnant next time.” He smiled, kissing your forehead. “I can bring you back home right now, would you like that, dollface?” You smiled back up at him and nodded, your eyes closing as you melted into his warm embrace.

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Yo, hru? Congrats on reaching your milestone! Can I have a Dabi (from BNHA) fluff scenario w prompt C2. Their pouty face was so unbearably adorable, (Blank) couldn’t help but swoon a little. , pls?

Yo! I am doing well! I'm sorry that it took a while to write this. The muses are stingy with me at the moment... 😅

But the fic is written now! And I have to say... An unexpectedly fun write for me. And I think some of the lines in this piece might be my favorites that I came up with during this whole follower event. So like, thank you Anon for the request~! 💖

Summary: It's date day for you and Dabi. You walk and talk and Dabi thinks your face is the cutest in the world. Genre: fluff Word count: ~700

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You glanced at your phone at your last message from your boyfriend. There was a time and place for a rendezvous, as well as the line [Look as good as you always do.] Smiling and laughing, you put your device away.

No wonder he was a Villain. What with the way he stole your heart.

“What’s a fine looking citizen like yourself doing near a dingy ol’ alleyway?” A familiarly husky voice asked before an arm hooked around your shoulders. “Looking to be kidnapped?”

“Whoops, not really!” you joked, sliding away from the voice. “Sorry, I only read dark romance! I’m not one for living it!”

You turned and grinned at Dabi. He smiled back from underneath his high collar coat and baseball cap. Reaching out your hand, you walked back over to him. Your hand and his became intertwined and you began to walk side-by-side.

“I’m glad we can meet in person on occasion,” you mused as you eyed some of the new fashions in a store window. You looked back at him. “But why can’t we do it more often? Or just move in together?”

“‘Cause life ain’t fair,” Dabi answered, sighing. “Besides, you shouldn’t be joining the circles I run in.”

You raised a brow at him.

“My record ain’t clean so I think I’d be fine,” you whispered, a little offended that he still treated you like an innocent nobody. “C’mon! Lemme into your club!” Leaning back, you batted your eyes with faux innocence. “Imagine all the IDs and money I could forge for you…”

Despite what you were saying, of the crimes you were willing to commit and for his sake, you spoke with a cute, whiny voice. And your face… Your pouty face was so unbearably adorable, Dabi couldn’t help but swoon a little.

It was like you and Dabi were high school sweethearts and not on the run from the law.

Life was Hell for Dabi. A burning, aching Hell that he threw himself into. But in the midst of the wretched misfortune he called life, he had you.

You were not someone pure. You were no delicate princess or little piece of Heaven for him to protect. Some lovesick poet might’ve called you that. But Dabi wasn’t a poet and he knew better than to treat you that way. Knew better than to call you an angel or to want for Heaven, or whatever salvation that society had to offer.

No. To Dabi, you were a magician. One who created an illusion of normalcy for the two of you. That was all he wanted, all he needed.

If Dabi was to allow himself one weakness, he wanted it to be you.

“Well when you put it like that…” Dabi started, intentionally letting his voice trail off. “No.”

“Dude!” you gasped.

Dabi leaned in and then poked the tip of your nose.

“Get back to me when you manage to kill someone. Then I’ll reconsider.”

“Ugh, you are the most unfairest boyfriend I’ve ever had!” you grumbled. You pouted again, though this time in anger rather than to beg. And Dabi still found it impossibly adorable. “And that’s saying something when one almost ratted me out.”

“You still love me though, don’t you?” Dabi asked as he gave your hand a squeeze.

“Hmph!” You turned your head away, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

“C’mon, don’t be shy!”

“I’m not shy! I just don’t love you!”

“And now you’re turning into a liar!” Dabi said in a sing-song tone.

Dabi continued to pester you while you shot down his every attempt to get an “I love you” from your lips. Despite the “argument,” you two never let go of each other’s hands.

The banter only stopped when you approached a crepe stand.

“You only get it if you confess your love for me,” he offered with a grin.

He knew you could never turn down a crepe. Especially when it was on him.

“Extra whipped cream and I love you for all eternity.”

“Deal.”

Of course, Dabi didn’t let you have it all to yourself. His money meant he got the first bite, earning yet another one of your precious pouting faces. Not a bad deal in his mind.

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The Origin of Orchids

In which Hunter almost ruins the confession. Almost. It’s very similar to another story I’ve already written but don’t think about that please

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“...but it’s extremely hard to grow and I can’t seem to summon it again no matter how hard I try,” continued Willow as she and Hunter walked back to the Noceda house after picking up some groceries. Willow was sharing her frustration about being unable to recreate an intricate plant she had accidentally grown a few days prior.

“Maybe it’s the weather? Don’t some plants grow seasonally?” offered Hunter.

“I did consider that, but the weather has been constant,” replied Willow, happy to be able to talk about plant magic and have someone respond. The others let her ramble and think aloud, but they didn’t have much else to contribute besides encouragement. “I’ve tried recreating the time of day, the location, everything! I’m really glad I was able to do it. I just wish I knew how!”

“What about the moon cycle?” said Hunter to which Willow raised an eyebrow. “Hear me out! The moon controls the tides and plants need water… is that… anything?”

“It’s certainly… something,” Willow chuckled. “I’m sorry to bother you with this, but you were the only one there when I did it! Otherise, I’d probably think I had imagined the whole thing!’

“You could never bother me,” said Hunter, happy to help. He adjusted his grip on the shopping back as he thought back to the day. “It’s the first plant found only in the human realm that you’ve been able to summon, that’s a big deal! You said you tried recreating the time and place you summoned the orchid but do you remember everything about that day?”

“Yes, it was sunny but not too hot and I was in the garden monitoring the tulips, nothing unusual,” said Willow, conjuring the day in her mind. “Then you came outside and I turned around to say hi and you said that you had got me something and you gave me the cutest little watering can I’ve ever seen. And it was my favorite shade of green and you had painted a big golden ‘W’ on it and put little drawings of butterflies and flowers inside it and-.”

“I didn’t tell you I had painted it,” said Hunter, slightly embarrassed. “How did you know?”

“I know your handwriting,” she shrugged simply, not sensing his flusteredness. “It was so sweet. And I also knew you had painted it because you had some paint on your hand because you had taken off your gloves to paint it and you hadn’t put them back on yet.”

“Wow, you remember all that?” he chuckled nervously, noticing much of the story involved him and not the important orchid.

“Yeah,” she continued. “And then you handed me the watering can and then I hugged you…” she stopped walking as her sentence trailed through her mind. “And then I hugged you! Hunter I didn’t recreate everything! C’mon!”

She grabbed his free hand and started running back to the house as Hunter did his best to hold on tightly to the shopping bag.

“Captain slow down, I've got eggs in here!” he exclaimed, taking the shopping responsibilities entrusted to him by Mrs. Noceda very seriously.

“Sorry!” she said as they approached the front lawn where Willow’s garden resided and thrived. She carefully retraced her steps and brought Hunter over to the exact spot they had been when he had given her the watering can. “Okay, lemme see….”

She adjusted their footing to be as exact as possible, moving him slightly to the left to ensure the monet was recreated perfectly. He was confused, but asked no questions as she was clearly determined and focused and he was happy to help (and putty on her hands). Once she was satisfied, she wrapped her arms around him, trapping his at his sides just as she had done a few days prior. Her face rested against his chest as Hunter looked straight ahead, just as confused and flustered as he had been when they were in the original scenario.

The embrace was longer this time,as Willow attempted to focus on summoning the orchid, hoping that this was the missing piece. After a few moments (which felt like hours to Hunter) when nothing availed, she pulled away with a sigh.

“Hmmm,” she said quietly. “I really thought that was it.”

“Maybe I should get you another watering can?” tried Hunter, noticing that while she was not holding him as tightly she had not fully let go of him, her arms resting on his as she searched her mind.

“Was it a magic watering can?” she asked, only half joking. “Everything else is the same, I’m even wearing the same shoes. What else…. Wait!”

She looked back up at him as his eyes darted down to her face, eager to hear her realization. He was stunned to see her face donning a crimson shade that reminded him so much of Flapjack. He was about to ask her if she was alright when she spoke again, as if choosing her words carefully.

“There was one more thing….” she hesitated to continue, though Hunter couldn’t see why. He searched his own brain for details of the day, his mind a fuzzy light fog recalling how tight she had hugged him, and remembered when she had pulled away.

“Oh, yeah,” said Hunter, finishing her thought. “You had dirt on your cheek.”

“Yeah,” breathed Willow. “Um, and then you brushed it off for me.”

“Yeah,” said Hunter. “Oh, we can get some dirt. Hold on!” He jogged over to the garden and scooped some into his hand. “Is that really the missing piece? I didn’t realize plant magic was so detail oriented. Does it matter how much or how fresh? Here, did you wanna-.”

“Hunter I… I don’t think it was the dirt that made me summon the orchid,” said Willow delicately.

“Oh,” said Hunter, confused with a handful of dirt. “Do you mean it wasn’t this dirt? Did you get it from someplace else or-.”

“No it was….” she exhaled, trying to compose herself. “When you touched my cheek… I didn’t know I had dirt on my face….”

“Oh Titan, Captain, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he sputtered. “It wasn’t alot, I promise. I-I have stuff on my face all the time! Look!” he smudged the dirt he held onto his cheek, definitely more than Willow had possessed days before. “See? It's not that bad, it’s good quality dirt! Nothing to be ashamed about!”

“Hunter no,” Willow laughed, walking over to him. “It’s… it’s not the dirt… what I mean is, um…” She stood in front of him, uncharastically nervous. His mind raced with what he could’ve said wrong, surely she was trying to spare his feelings since he was still new to social cues. “When I say I didn’t know I had dirt on my face, I mean I thought you were touching my face for a different reason…”

Because I’m weird? He thought. “W-what reason?”

“I thought, um…” her eyes darted to the ground as her voice grew softer, Hunter leaned in closer to hear, hanging on her every word no matter how timid. “I thought…”

He braced himself for the worst.

“I thought you were going to kiss me,” she said at last.

“Oh.” Hunter didn’t know what else to say. Should he apologize? Correct her? Should he bury himself in the ground having caused her unnecessary discomfort?

“So anyway…,” continued Willow with an airy laugh, regaining conviction in her voice. “I think I was able to summon the orchid because when you touched me, it made my magic stronger because…”

She trailed off, looking up at him as though the answer was so simple. Did he know the answer? Was this a link between plant magic and-oh. Of course; she had figured it out. She was smart, he should’ve known it was only a matter of time! The palistom wood he was made of amplified magic. When he had touched her, he wasn’t wearing his gloves so the direct contact boosted her magic and allowed her to summon the orchid.

She had been the the last one he told. Everyone else had figured it out or overheard, but for some reason Willow was different; he wanted to control the way she learned things about him. He wanted to share things with her, even difficult things, but this was something he wished he could forget so he put it off as long as he could. He had been trying to be better, to unlearn things, to change but this was something that bound him to his past forever and made truly moving on seem impossible. He knew that she knew how he hated talking about it, and figured that was why she hesitated now and looked for his permission to bring it up.

They spoke at the exact same time to finish Willow's hanging thought

“...because I’m in love with you.” “...because I’m a grimwalker.”

“What?” they said at the same time again.

“I um…” began Hunter, wishing he had waited. “I’m made of Palistrom wood, technically. Heh.”

“I know,” she said, also knowing how much he hated talking about it, surprised he would choose to dwell on that and not comment on her confession. “But… did you hear what I said?”

“Yeah,” said Hunter softly, averting his gaze. As hard as it was, he needed to make sure she understood. How selfish would he be if he allowed her to think she had romantic feelings for him when it was the palintrom wood all along? “And... I didn’t mean to trick you, I-.”

“Trick me?” she repeated, confused. “What do you mean? You didn’t trick me.”

“Well, I…” he struggled to find the words. He didn’t want to imply that she was gullible, but he knew this was the only logical explanation to this impossible situation. “I’ve been reading about grimwalkers to the best of my ability here, trying to remember scattered things I’ve seen before and it’s common for these things to happen. Because the same component present in a paliman is also used-.”

“Hunter,” Willow cut him off before he could begin rambling. “Even if that’s a part of it I… I still… you know how my magic is linked to my emotions, right?”

“Yes.”

“So even if you being a grimwalker helped amplify my magic, the type of flower it helped summon… that was summoned by how I feel about you… and I’ve never been able to summon a flower that rare before.”

“You’ve also never met a grimwalker before,” he pointed out.

“You don’t know that.” she said.

“I- I guess I don’t,” he admitted, mulling the thought over. “But it’s very unlikely!”

“I’ve also never been in love before,” she continued,fidgeting with her hands. “That I do know for sure.”

“Well, erm,” Hunter cleared his throat, finding that point harder to counter. “Me neither…”

Willow’s eyes went wide with horror as her hands shot to cover her mouth and she gasped in embarrassment. “Oh my Titan, I’m so sorry,” she groaned.

“What?” Hunter asked with concern.

“Here I am trying to convince you that I’m in love with you while you’re just trying to let me down gently,” she said, totally mortified, burying her face in her hands. “I’m just embarrassing myself ans you’re being so nice about it! Oh, I shouldn't have assumed you felt the same way just because-.”

“Oh, no no no!” said Hunter, now it was his turn for his eyes to go wide in terror as he set the bags down and took her by the shoulders. “That’s not what I meant! I meant like before now!”

“What?”

“Yeah!” said Hunter, not realizing what he had just confessed to her, more focused on reassuring her. “But that’s another thing about the Palistrom aspect, having emotional connections. So because I’m in lo-.”

He froze. He was stuck. He had planned on picking up eggs today, not telling Willow every deep secret he harbored. He was digging himself a metaphorical hole but he wished it was a real one so he could dive into it and escape from this moment he couldn’t seem to stop ruining.

“Wait,” said Willow, coming out of a pause of her own, a smile creeping onto her face as she took delight in his halt. ‘So…”

“So! We should probably get inside, right?” said Hunter, not knowing what else to do, picking up the grocery bag with great forced enthusiasm . “I mean, um, ya know the eggs should probably be-.”

“Hunter,” she laughed, gently removing the bags from his hands agin and placing them on the ground so she could take his hands in hers. “I think… we should talk about this.”

“I…” Hunter felt like he would only embarrass her. Why did he say anything? Having a grimwalker admitting they’re in love with you was not something that happened every day. Hunter knew what romantic feelings were but until he met Willow he had no idea what they felt like. They were a rare combination of so many things: caring, fear, bravery. But grimwalker were also a rare combination of things, and Hunter was certain this was the reason for the confusion on Willow’s part. The nature of his origin messed with her magic in a way that usually only love could, it was a simple mistake anyone could make! Even the brightest of witches!

“I do… care about you alot,” he started, feeling that while ‘love’ did feel accurate and true, it was too strong a word to lean on at the moment. “And I really like you and I thought these feelings would go away, like they were from a sickness or a spell, but they’ve only gotten stronger. Which, I supposed could still be symptoms of a sickness or spell, they don’t necessarily have to diminish with time unless-.”

“Hunter!” said Willow, snapping him back yet again.

“Right, um,” he tried to regroup his thoughts. “But if you're feeling that way about me…”

“I am.” she said with bright confidence.

“I uh…I have to assume it’s a side effect of me being a grim walker,” he said.

“Wait, so are you saying that… you can be in love with me but I can’t be in love with you?”

Hunter nodded, grateful she understood.

“Hunter, that’s ridiculous,” said Willow bluntly.

“Not if you consider the facts.”

“I have, and the facts are that I’ve liked you for awhile and apparently you feel the same way about me and this would normally be a very nice and romantic moment but you’re being stubborn which oddly enough is one of the reasons I like you.”

“But that’s only because-.”

“Hunter…” she tried to find words that would demonstrate how ridiculous he sounded before he could blame her infatuation on Palistrom wood again. She always thought the hard part of this would be gathering the courage to confess, not preparing a works cited page. “If that was true, then wouldn’t everyone feel this way about you?”

“Well, no,” he said casually, as though they were debating flyer dery strategies. “Because I have romantic feelings for you, I have the ability to strengthen your magic. The same way being around other people’s palismans doesn’t affect you the way your own does.”

“Then why can’t I summon a butterfly orchid with Clover’s help?” asked Willow, crossing her arms smugly.

Hunter was stumped. “I’ll have to get back to you on that, I think maybe it’s because of the grim aspect of the name-.”

“Okay fine, I’ll prove it to you,” she said, ever determined. “Kiss me.”

“Um, excuse me?” Hunter felt like he was about to float away. “W-w-what will that prove?”

“If you’re going to be dramatic then so am I,” she said, summoning stubborness of her own. “I’m not going to stand here and let you tell me how I feel without doing all the necessary research to support my hypothesis.”

As much as Hunter wanted to debate her, hearing her talk about validating research did make him want to kiss her. He would do anything for her, and if it took kissing her to convince her that she couldn’t be in love with him then so be it.

“Okay then,” he whispered and inched forward looking at Willow skeptically. He had thought about this moment before, in spite of himself, and even though it would only break his heart he wanted to get it right.

He was suddenly aware of how quiet the street was. He heard the faint sound of cars, streets away and windchimes from the neighbors house. He could hear Willow steadying her breath, and the closer he got the more hypnotized he felt. He moved slowly, but in his mind time stopped all together. A true bittersweet moment, he insticitly closed his eyes and right before he met her lips, she spoke.

“Open your eyes,” Willow whispered. His stopped, and his eyes shot open on her command and seeing how close he was to Willow’s face made reality come crashing down on him. Hunter leaned back, nearly losing his balance before Willow grabbed his arm to steady him. “Careful, you don’t want to crush them.”

“What? The eggs?” he said, glancing down to make sure he hadn’t stepped on the grocery bag.

“No,” replied Willow with a smile. “The orchids.” She gestured with her head and Hunter looked around the ground to find that they were surrounded by a circle of the rare orchid she had been struggling recrete.

He looked around with admiration and confusion.. “I… wow… wait, how did you…?”

“I told you, it’s the same thing that happened the last time I thought you were gonna kiss me,” she said simply, as though she thought about kissing him often. Wait, did she? “And I also thought about how you said you feel about me and… poof!”

“But, what about-?”

“And we didn’t touch, so you can’t blame this on your grimwalker powers,” she said, wagging a finger in his face. He never thought to think of his grimwalker traits as ‘powers. “Now do you believe me?”

He looked around again at the perfectly formed butterfly orchids surrounding him, tangible proof that Willow Park had romantic feelings for him. Clear evidence, brought forth by a controlled experiment that the feelings he felt were genuinely returned. He was in disbelief, and found it hard to accept not because it was unwanted but because it seemed too good to be true. But, then again, when was the last time Willow had been wrong?

“Maybe it’s… both?” he offered. “But… even knowing I’m a grimwalker… and what that means…you still feel that way about me?”

She nodded.

“That’s bananas.”

“I… don't know what those are,” giggled Willow.

“Me neither,” admitted Hunter, running the back of his neck nervously. “Luz keeps putting the on the shopping list but I never know where to look for them and-.”

“Ya know, I wonder what kind of flowers I’d be able to summon if you actually did kiss me,” said Willow, rocking back on forth on her heels. “They’d probably be pretty impressive.”

“Yeah,” said Hunter, considering how the structure of the magic and resources could have the final result would either increase in size or number before he realized what she was implying, what she had been implying. Standing before him was the girl he was totally crazy about saying she was totally crazy about him and wanted him to kiss her. Why was he just standing there?!

He took a deep breath and regathered his nerves and gently placed his hands on her shoulders (mostly to steady himself) as he cautiously stepped forward again. Knowing how slow he tended to move, Willow expedited the process and reached her arms out to grab onto his shirt to pull him towards her, wasting no more time.

It wasn’t a long kiss. It was clumsy and awkward but the fact that it was happening at all made it perfect. Hunter didnt know when he had closed his eyes, but when he opened them to make sure Willow hadn’t disappeared as part of a dream, he found her face glowing with a pink flush. She smiled at him as she adjusted her glasses, having gone askew when he moved his hands, before placing her hands atop his and sighing contently. He returned her smile and as he looked at her with admiration and tried to remember how to breathe, he realized that he didn’t need to bend down to look into her sparkling eyes, but found her now at his level.

“Wait… how?” Hunter looked down and saw the pale pink flowers their kiss had inspired had created a sort of delicate staircase underneath her feet to bring her closer to him. “Woah. What kind of flowers are those?”

“I’ve only seen drawings of what they might look like so I can’t be sure but I think… those are palistrom flowers.” Willow said, marveling at her creation.

“Wow, that’s-.” Hunter leaned forward to look at them closer when a crunching sound made him freeze for the second time that day.

“Hunter? What’s wrong?”

“I think I stepped on the eggs.”

[nightlight-writes]

Rainy Dates w/ Vox and Mysta

Genre: scenarios

Warnings: none (which is surprising tbh)

Notes: I made a bet to myself that if it rained the past week, I would write for Vox. It rained quite a lot, so I decided to write for Mysta too.

DISCLAIMER: The depictions contained herein involve the characters, NOT the streamers.

Vox Akuma

Your first meeting/date with him would be on a rainy day.

First, he would appear to you as a shadowy figure in the fog.

Upon getting closer, he’d offer you his umbrella and a meal at a restaurant.

The restaurant he takes you to is very fancy and expensive, with bright lights on every table and a guitarist playing serenades on a stage.

Did the host ask for your reservation? No worries, Vox can take care of that!

What if you can’t afford any of the items? It’s okay, he’ll pay for everything!

“It’ll be fine, I’ve spent enough lifetimes grinding cash!”

He may even be able to persuade the staff to give you a discount or two!

Discounts can only do so much to patch up the future hole in his wallet, though.

While you wait for the food, he’ll tell you one of his many, many stories.

“A while ago, I met this person who looked a bit too similar to me for comfort…”

Vox would appreciate it if you told some stories too, or maybe if you had the courage to nerd out in front of him.

His dish would be VERY spicy. Maybe even the spiciest dish in the restaurant!

Don’t mind the… noises he makes while eating; he’s just appreciating the food!

Those noises aren’t the only things that come out of his mouth while eating, but you’re not close enough yet for the full… experience.

When it’s time to go, he’ll give you a kiss on the hand before parting ways.

“By the way, here’s my number. Hopefully we’ll meet again in more casual circumstances.”

Mysta Rias

Your partner was sifting through the newspaper when a sudden downpour occurred.

“Fuck! Man, I was looking forward to solving a case…”

However, the moment you stepped into the room a shit-eating grin appeared on his face.

“Long time no see darling! Work’s finally getting to you, huh?”

Mysta then ran to your bedroom, coming out with a mattress and a large pile of pillows and cushions.

“Just watch, we’re going to have like, the cutest pillow fort I’ve ever seen!”

For a few seconds, he stood there thinking of the best way to arrange the materials he had brought.

It wasn’t long though before you could see him placing down cushions in an energetic manner.

The big, wide smile on his face, the way his eyes sparkled, the little —hiyah!— noises he would make…

Yes, it was indeed the cutest pillow fort he and you had ever seen.

After going inside, Mysta brought out his Switch.

The rainy afternoon made the room just dark enough for a good ol’ gaming session.

You decided to challenge him to a competition, figuring that, as his partner, you knew just how to beat him.

Unluckily for you, that… wasn’t exactly the case.

“Did you seriously think I was gonna go easy on you? Well bitch, those chocolates don’t mean SHIT when I’m busy gaming!”

Luckily, you had a backup plan: a pillow fight.

Every time you hit Mysta with a pillow, he’d break out into a string of profanities.

It was cathartic to see the smug little —well, not really— fox scream in anger and terror just minutes after acting like he was on top of the world.

Of course, as time passed he would manage to land some hits on you too.

“Oh baby, it’s on now!”

Ultimately however, the brunette came out looking rather foolish. Little marks decorated his skin, showing his weak points.

It was still raining, so you decided to take a nap.

Just as your partner was going to join you, someone called the landline.

“I’m gonna be back soon, just wait, okay?”

You felt a cloth landing on your back, followed by a small kiss on the cheek.

[bluebelleisabelle]

My brain was coming up with scenarios today (as it likes to do all the time), as I was taking a walk through the snow with “Physical” by Dua Lipa blasting through my earbuds...

And I came up with one of the cutest scenarios I think my brain has even conjured. 

I live in New England, so snow is very common here in the colder months. I’m not sure where Monster High is located (I’ve heard many people theorize that it’s in Salem, MA), but if they do get snow, just imagine this:

Clawdeen, Draculaura, and some of the other students go dashing outside upon waking up the next morning with the school’s lawn buried in snow. Clawdeen and Draculaura race each other out on the front lawn, and Frankie steps out, pausing. Like a young child awed by things of simplicity, Frankie stands there, eyes sparkling with excitement as they allow the snowflakes to land on their hands and tongue. They quite literally spark and stim with excitement to be witnessing snow for the first time as someone who was created ~3 weeks ago.

Clawdeen and Draculaura notice that Frankie isn’t following them, and they look over at their friend. Upon remembering that it’s their first time witnessing snow, the two of them smile at one another and find joy in Frankie’s excitement.

Another thing to mention: Frankie is an adorable klutz and definitely slipped on the ice a good dozen times. I just imagine them reaching a patch of ice, and one foot starts slipping while the other stays stationary, resulting in an awkward and painful looking descent into the splits lmaoo. Clawdeen and Draculaura would try their best to be supportive and give them a helping hand, but they would definitely be laughing their asses off at the same time.

[cantfindwhoasked]

Nobody asked for my review of Heartstopper: Season 1 *spoilers.... probably*

Wow, my first time doing this... Well, I think that it is only appropriate to start this review off with a Hi :).  I’m sure someone has done it, but I wonder how many times the word hi was said in the first season of Heartstopper... Anyway, back on topic.  This show... My goodness this show was so beautiful.  I’m not going to lie I wasn’t really sure what this show was when I first decided to watch it.  Usually, when the general public says that I need to watch something it is put off in my head and I add it to my “list” that I ultimately don’t ever get to.  Something about this time, though made me want to actually follow the general public’s advice and watch it only a week after it came out. I then proceeded to watch the entire thing in one sitting as one does and I am still feeling the feelings of this masterpiece.  

Let me start off with a little background information on me and what made this show amazing in my eyes.  So, I’m a girl in her mid 20s and, I will say it right now, I’ve only ever liked boys.  With that said, I have had a lot of times in my life where I questioned why I was so different to the people around me.  By that I mean that I got crushes on boys, but they were only that.  They would fade away and there was never a point where I felt the need to act on it.  I love love.  Any type of love between anyone, but I don’t necessarily want that for me.  I don’t even really like to be hugged by friends and family, so thinking of being close to someone else seems like a foreign concept that I’m perfectly okay without.  I know my family thinks it’s weird, but they won’t say anything outright to me.  I mean I’m pretty sure that most of my family have thought that I was a lesbian at one point or another and I just didn’t want to tell them. In fact, they have actually said to my face that they did, at one point, think I was dating this girl I worked with, but the truth is that I just like to put my all into the friendships that I have and I’ve always been shy, so I’ve kind of always felt the need to prove to them that I can make (and do have) friends.  I don’t know if that has a label or if I’m just straight and not interested, but it’s just me and this show really actually made me think... Huh... maybe I don’t have to have a name for whatever... Maybe I can just be me.

Really Heartstopper is a huge breath of fresh air.  As someone who grew up in a conservative tiny town with a fairly conservative family, I was barely aware of different sexualities and gender identities growing up. I’m still pretty uneducated in these matters, but seeing it be more represented in media has helped, though not nearly as much as Heartstopper.  It was actually so refreshing to see something where there was so much representation, especially with those that are bisexual and transgender.  I mean there have been a few shows that I have seen with bisexuality, but usually not with males, and I’ve rarely seen anything with transgender people. I am a firm believer in the “be who you are and love who you want” mentality, because, like I said, I love love. It was so perfect that this wasn’t just a worst case scenario/dark and depressing type of thing like you really unfortunately see a lot with the LGBTQ+ representation in tv and movies.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s getting better, but not to the level of this show.  It’s one of a kind in how normal this show portrays it and I think it will help a lot of people see that it’s okay to be who you are and like who you like. That it can be just as beautiful as anything else. I should probably move on to the actual show now, shouldn’t I. 

Okay.

Let me just say: Charlie and Nick.

THEY ARE THE CUTEST THING EVER.  I’m not kidding it is actually adorable how cute they are. I mean that first kiss scene had me panicking and squealing for joy right there along with Nick. It was *mwah* Chef’s kiss. But my favorite scene, by far, hands down is the next kiss.  No, I don’t mean the one that was immediately after the first kiss, I mean the one where Charlie was freaking out because he thought he forced Nick to do something he didn’t want to and Nick stopped him from going down that dark hole with a kiss. That kiss meant something.  Like Charlie needed that. Also, can I just say that I completely relate to Charlie.  When Tao was talking about Charlie thinking even just his existence was annoying for other people I FELT that in my SOUL.  Literally, SAAAMMEE! So, while I can’t relate to the relationship thing, I definitely know what it’s like for your head to betray you and think the absolute worst of yourself. So, when I say he needed that, I mean he NEEDED it.  Otherwise the mean brain would have taken him further into the dark side and it SUCKS when that happens.  I mean, he started going through the dark side and picking dead flowers near the end of the season when he tried to break up with Nick for Nick’s own good, but, thankfully, Nick is amazing and carried him back to the bright side.  Also, that callback to THE kiss with another THE kiss but reversed was beautiful. I will say, though, I couldn’t help but laugh at Nick screaming on the beach.  Just the way he screamed it was funny to me, like in a cute but kind of cringey way. But it was absolutely wholesome how he stood up for Charlie and started slowly showing the world that he really liked him.  Unlike the asshat Ben, who we do not speak of. If we did speak of him, we would only say that he is an asshat and he is a manipulator and an asshat and asshat number 2, Harry, can just make like a tree and LEAVE like FOREVER.

Anyways, I will say, though I thought that Tao was a little too... much in the overprotective friend category, I really can’t wait to see him and Elle.  They are literally adorable and even just the apple juice thing at the beginning was just like too cute to even handle.  Like he was just so used to it and he was looked sad when he talked about her being at a new school.  So cute and I cannot wait for that.  But, look... I know it’s in the graphic novel series/book, but THAT HAIR BOTHERS ME.  I think will is so cute, but like that hair would do absolutely nobody favors. Otherwise, so cute and I hope/can’t wait to see them in that slow burn friends to lovers relationship.

Next, we shall talk about the other official couple of the show, Tara and Darcy.  I was actually so scared at first when they told Elle that she could hang with them, because I have been jaded by horrible tv shoes in the past where literally everyone sucks, but I was so pleasantly surprised that they were truly just amazing.  They do suit each other so well, though.  Those two are really cute and that kiss with the rainbow lighting was absolutely EVERYTHING. I really hope that things get better for them with the girls in their school kind of being really mean, but I’m glad that they have each other.  

Other notable characters summed up in only a few words (because I need a nap and I could rant forever).  

Nick’s mom - Olivia Coleman is a goddess and THAT SCENE and NEED MUCH MORE. 

Isaac - Pretty awesome, but not around too much.  Need more. 

Charlie’s sister - An Icon - PLEASE GIVE ME MORE!

Nick’s Puppy - So cute, please have a park date with pup (though the snow scene kind of felt like one)

Art Teach - Jiminy Cricket.  The wise one

Now final thoughts are that literally everyone should watch this show because it is perfection and everything I wanted in a teen romance. 

On a scale of 1 to Bubblegum Shake, I would give this a tippy toe kiss.

[luminnara]

She Loves Me, She Loves My Knot | Pro Hero Alpha!Bakugou x Omega!Reader (nsfw, 18+)

hii!! i don’t see many people who write ABO for MHA so I’m glad i found you!!

Can we have a scenario where Bakugou’s omega is generally really tough and seems rather indifferent to everything — however she’s a little afraid of taking Katsuki’s knot for the first time and he tries his best to help her through that process? Sorry if it’s a little obscure but I love the idea of Bakugou being soft and caring but only for his spicy little omega.

Fem reader if you can but if you’d rather opt for gender neutral that’s fine too!! Please keep writing ABO, i love all your things! 🥺🤍

Um hi YES, I really love ABO stuff and I also wanted to see more, so I was like...welp, I guess it’s my time to rise and write my OWN haha! I went with a fem reader for this one, because I feel like that’s what I’m best at writing. If you want a gender neutral version too, let me know and I can post an alternate one!

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Warnings: nsfw, knotting, creampies, some breeding kink

Word count: 2,124

You were a spitfire, and that’s what he loved about you the most. His spicy, fiery little omega, who was better than every other omega to ever walk the earth. From the moment he met you, when he had nearly trampled you in the street in pursuit of an asshole villain and you had threatened to kick in the teeth of the number 4 pro hero, he knew you were something special. Nobody ever stood up to him like that, especially not when he was out on the job, but you? A little omega who smelled so sweet and looked so delicious? You weren’t afraid of him at all. 

He wasn’t embarrassed to admit that he had scented you immediately, his inner alpha getting possessive already. Bakugou didn’t smell any other alphas on you, and he didn’t want to. With his strong, terrifying scent clinging to you, he knew nobody else would try to make any moves, and as you stood there glaring at him, he had given you a smirk, told you to “call my agency sometime, babe,” and then taken off.

Of course, you didn’t call his agency. 

You showed up in person, marching right in and demanding to see him that very evening. Though at first you had seemed angry with him, you quickly told him (with a harsh glare and a snarl that he found absolutely adorable) that he was going to court you, and it was going to start now.

And who was he to deny such a straightforward, cute omega? The two of you were together by the end of the week. 

He almost found it hard to believe that you were an omega sometimes. You were so tough, so unbothered by the world. Whenever you were out and about and you caught an alpha leering at you, you were always quicker than Katsuki when it came to snapping at them to fuck off.

You weren’t the kind of omega who let anybody shove you around, and Bakugou loved that about you. It made him puff his chest up with pride, knowing that he had someone who wouldn’t take any shit. Your scent was strong and your will was even stronger, and he knew that when the time came, you would be the perfect, toughest, best mother to his pups.

You weren’t even mated yet, and he was absolutely sure that you were the one he wanted to spend his life with. You brought out something different in him, some kind of gentle, caring side that he never, ever let anyone else see. You were big and bad, yeah, but he was bigger and badder, and he was always going to protect you, no matter what.

“Babe, I’m home,” he called one night, trudging into your shared apartment. You had moved in together quickly, getting a place in one of the nicest parts of the city.

He heard you coming before he saw you, and before he even had his boots off, you were launching yourself at him. He caught you easily, grinning at the way you peppered his neck and jaw in kisses. It was probably the cutest, least tough thing you ever did, and god, did he love it.

“Miss me or Somethin’?” He teased, kicking his shoes off and carrying you to the bedroom.

“I had the day off and it was boring as shit,” you said bluntly. “I’ve been horny all day without you around to help...”

He paused, taking a whiff. “You’re not in heat. You just like me that much, omega?”

“Don’t be a dick.” You nipped at his jaw sharply and he recoiled.

Some alphas would never let their omega treat them like that, but Bakugou? Oh, he loved it.

He grinned, tossing you down onto the bed before you had a chance to take a chunk out of his face. “So needy...bet you spent all day touchin’ yourself, thinkin’ of me...”

“No I did not,” you huffed indignantly, looking up at him. “You think too highly of yourself.”

He laughed. Your arousal was hanging heavy in the air, betraying your words. The smell of it was like a drug, and as he inhaled, you could see Bakugou’s pupils dilate.

The sight turned you on even more, warmth pooling between your legs as your cheeks flushed. Scarlet eyes, calculating and predatory, pinned you down, holding you in place as your boyfriend grinned, exposing his big alpha fangs.

Fuck, he was hot.

“Sounds like you need to be reminded why I’m your alpha, baby.” He growled, crawling over you.

"Fuck, Katsuki,” you whined as he attacked your neck, biting at your scent glands and grinning at the way you squirmed.

He sucked your skin between his teeth, working at it, determined to leave covered in hickeys for the world to see. You didn’t have a mating mark yet, but oh, did he love making sure that everybody knew exactly whose omega you were.

You bit your lip at the dull pain, back arching up off the bed slightly. “K-Katsuki...”

“Hmm?��� He looked up at you. “Look at you, so pretty and flustered for me already...what a good little omega...”

He knew exactly how to tease you. You spent all day sassing Katsuki, showing him how independent you were, but deep down, he knew you needed him just as much as he needed you. In the bedroom, he could make you absolutely melt with only a few words, and it was one of his favorite things to do.

“I can smell how much you want me,” he purred. “So desperate, so needy...”

His fingers slipped up under your shirt, pushing your clothing out of the way as his hands found your tits. He gave them a generous squeeze, grinning when you let out a loud gasp. He could play you like a fiddle, and he reveled in the sweet noises you made for him.

Your hands reached for him, tugging at his pants. He took the hint and stepped back, giving you a heated look that said “clothes off. Now.”

A few moments later, you were both naked, a tangled mess of sweaty limbs. Katsuki’s arms were wrapped around you, holding you close, your nails digging into his back. If he noticed the pain, he didn’t act like it, always allowing you to practically shred him to bits while he pounded into you. Secretly, he loved the marks you left, admiring his back in the mirror whenever he thought you weren’t watching.

You felt the head of his cock nudging at your pussy and moaned eagerly, burying your face in his neck.

“What do you want, baby?” He asked.

“Come on,” you whined.

“Tell me what you want,” he grinned, holding himself still.

“Katsuki!” You bucked your hips, trying to get closer to him.

He held you down. “Use your words.”

You dug your heels into his lower back in an effort to push him in, but he was too strong, resisting your attempts with a smug look on his face.

“I want your cock!” You finally relented, letting out a needy whine that you hoped would sway him.

“Good girl,” he growled, rolling his hips forward.

You shuddered at the feeling of him entering you. No matter how many times he fucked you, you would never be able to get over how big he was. It was part of the reason you hadn’t taken his knot yet, always asking him to pull out before it could swell. As he bottomed out inside of you, you were reminded of just how thick his cock was, and how much thicker that knot had to be.

As tantalizing as it was, it was also terrifying.

“Fuck,” he grunted, holding himself above you with a hand on either side of your head. “God damn, you feel so good...I’m not gonna last long at this rate, fuck...”

You were like putty in his hands when he talked like that. His voice was already so deep and rough, but his sex voice was godlike. You whimpered beneath him, tightening your legs around his waist as he pounded into you, clinging to him for dear life as his thrusts grew harder and harder.

“Katsuki,” you gasped, voice muffled by his neck.

“You like that?” He growled, slamming into you hard enough to scoot you up the bed slightly.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Yes, yes, please...more...”

He moved his head, tongue swiping up the side of your neck before he took your lips in a kiss. You whined and moaned into it, your skin heating up as you felt yourself unraveling, and when you finally did, you were seeing stars. He barely even had to try, and Bakugou gave you the best orgasms of your life.

Your walls squeezed around him as he rode it out, trying to milk his cock. It was good, it was delicious, it was too much for him to stand.

“L-let me knot you,” he moaned low in your ear.

You were coming down from your high, head feeling fuzzy. “Hm?”

“I wanna knot you,” he repeated, more impatient this time. “Please.”

You were beginning to snap back to attention again. “Katsuki...”

“What’s wrong?” He panted, trying to taunt you like usual. “You scared or somethin’?”

When you bit your lip, he slowed his pace, looking at you seriously.

“Really?” He asked.

You nodded hesitantly, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“You’re afraid of my knot? ...why?”

“You’re just...really big...” you mumbled, looking away to avoid his eyes. “It’ll hurt...”

“Hey,” he said gently, rocking his hips against yours slowly now. “Look at me, babe.”

He took your chin in his hand, turning your head.

“I’m your alpha.” He said roughly. “And I’m gonna take care of you.”

The look in his eyes made your heart flutter. “But...”

“I wanna knot you.” He said again, dipping down to nip at your earlobe. “I wanna fill you up...”

A shiver flew up your spine, that familiar tingle returning to your groin. Fuck, just his voice could make you cum, practically...and honestly, you were aching for him to knot you. You wanted to feel full, to be as close to him as possible.

“Be gentle?” You asked.

“Of course, baby.” He kissed your jaw, his hand slipping down to hold the side of your neck as he quickened his pace again. After only a few moments, he growled, leaning back and pulling out, leaving you feeling painfully empty. “Roll over.”

You obeyed, turning onto your stomach. When you moved too slowly, Katsuki pulled you up by your hips until you were on your hands and knees, ass presented for him.

“Gorgeous,” he growled appreciatively, guiding his cock back into you and moaning when he sank in even deeper.

You moaned loudly, burying your face in the pillows as he began pounding into you again. Your thighs were already quivering, and when you felt his fingers rubbing at your clit, you immediately lost it.

“Fuck!” You cried out, clawing at the bed. “More, please, Katsuki—“

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he pushed into you hard.

You felt his hips stutter before he held you against him in his vice grip, breaths ragged in your ear as he let out the loudest, most delicious, breathy moan you had ever heard. He pumped his seed into you, giving a few sharp thrusts as he emptied himself.

Then, you felt it.

“Easy, baby,” he said lazily, leaning against you as he tried to catch his breath.

His knot was swelling, stretching your pussy in a way you had never felt. You whimpered nervously, swallowing hard as you tried not to freak out. You were waiting for pain, but while it was beginning to feel impossibly tight, it...wasn’t terrible.

“That’s it,” your alpha crooned, smoothing a hand up your spine. “Fuck, you even take my knot so well...”

You started to relax as you calmed down, your body allowing his knot to grow to its full size. It was big, huge, even, but as Katsuki guided you to lay down on your side with him, you were beginning to feel smug. Yeah, you had the best alpha, and he had the best, biggest knot.

“How’s it feel?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Mm. Not bad.” You replied. The post sex haze was beginning to set in, and you were growing tired.

“Good girl.” He nuzzled against your scent glands, inhaling deeply. “Knew you could take it no problem.”

“I wasn’t even really worried.” You lied, trying to sound tough.

He snorted a laugh. “Yeah, right.”

You snuggled back against him. “I like it.”

“Yeah? Good. Because I am never going to stop knotting you now.”

[diaphragmjellyfish]

Research

Finally wrote something again! Sorry it took so long. 

How exactly do you get a dog to lose your scent? Because avoiding your werewolf boyfriend Embry was proving a lot harder than you had anticipated. Last weekend was… eventful. You guys had finally done it. Gone all the way. After 6 months of dating and an imprint bond, you both finally decided you were ready to take that next step. And you’ve only had one thought since that night. 

That shit hurted. 

It was borderline unbearable. The pain was searing. You lied there until Embry was done, faking moans and even faking the Big O, and you were less than eager to do it again. Were you broken? He seemed to enjoy it, so obviously you were to blame. He’d been super clingy and lovey since that night, even more so than usual, and you didn’t have the heart to be around him knowing you had faked it like that. What if he found out? He’d be crushed. What if he wanted to do it again? You couldn’t take that pain another night. What if he faked it too and was going to break up with you the next time he saw you? Yeah, no. Avoidance was the way to go. 

He wanted to take you out to see a movie. You mysteriously came down with a case of allergies in the middle of winter. 

He wanted to pick you up after school and give you a ride home. You had the sudden urge to join a club that was meeting after school that day. 

He called, your phone was on silent. 

He texted, you suddenly became illiterate. 

But he kept trying. God, why was he making this so difficult?! Thoughts like this swirled through your head as you walked the long way home from school. He knew your usual route, so obviously that was out of the question. You took a path through the woods that would eventually spit you out right by the beach where you could sit and think. The forest had always felt like a second home to you. Peaceful, comfortable, private. You walked for some time before hearing twigs snapping in the distance. Probably a rabbit or something. Louder snapping. Bigger sticks. Definitely not a rabbit. You halted, waiting for the creature to pass, when a large gray wolf stalked out of the trees. 

Damn. 

He was wearing the softest, cutest, most “kicked puppy” look on his face that you had ever seen. Head bowed, he walked up to you slowly, whining. So he had noticed your avoidance. You held your hand out to him, petting the thick fur between his ears. He sniffed your hand, giving it a soft lick. 

“Hi,” you whispered. He whined louder at this. “Embry…” you started, before he crouched down, a silent cue for you to get on his back. He waited. 

Guess this was inevitable. And at least him showing up in wolf form gave you some time to think about how exactly you would explain what had happened. With another soft sigh, you climbed up on his back, holding the fur tightly as he trotted off into the trees. After about 5 minutes, you realized that he was taking you to Sam and Emily’s house. You weren’t in the mood to be around the rest of the pack right now. 

“Embry, I’m kind of busy today. I don’t really have time to hang out with the pack.” 

He ignored you, trotting along as if your statement was the buzz of a mosquito in his ear. When you reached the house, however, you quickly realized that no one else was there. They must all be out. It was a Friday afternoon, after all. 

When you reached the lawn, Embry stopped and crouched once more so you could dismount. When you did, he ran off behind the house, walking back out several minutes later as the inky-haired boy you had grown to love. His face was full of sadness, yours full of anxiety. 

“Let’s go for a walk,” he said. 

You silently followed him down the path that led to the cliffs, waiting for him to say something else. He never did, only kept walking. You struggled to keep up, but were too stubborn in your silence to ask him to slow down. You both finally reached the rocky cliffs jutting out over the frigid ocean. He stopped, staring out at the horizon. You paused next to him, waiting. After another several minutes of silence, you grew impatient. 

“It’s supposed to snow Monday,” you said. 

You waited. Silence. 

“The news said they might even cancel school.” 

A pause. Nothing. 

“I don’t know about you, but I could definitely use a three day weeken-”

“Is there something you want to tell me?” he cut you off, seeming agitated. For as long as you’d known Embry, he was never in a bad mood. Never anything but happy. Maybe sad on a few occasions, but never angry. Never frustrated. And it was making you nervous. 

And now it was your turn to be silent. Yes! You wanted to say. You hurt me! But you couldn’t. Wouldn’t. He didn’t do it on purpose, so why would you make him feel guilty about something that was your problem and your problem alone? 

“Because, if I’m counting correctly, it’s been 5 days since I’ve so much as heard from you. Barely a text back. Not a call, not a ‘hey! I’m super busy this week.’ Why are you avoiding me? I thought… after last weekend, we should be more in love than ever right?! Did it not mean anything to you?” 

You remained quiet, tears pooling in your eyes. You gave no sign that you were going to respond, so he kept going. 

“Just tell me where your fucking head is at, Y/N. You can’t keep brushing me off like this. Did I do something wrong? Do you regret what we did? Am I, like… not ripped enough for you or something?” 

“Embry, no,” you pleaded. You could see the insecurity behind his eyes. You had to tell him what was going on, but you knew it would crush him. “It’s not that at all.” 

He waited. “Then what?” 

You closed your eyes, a tear slipping down your face. You wiped it away quickly before taking a deep breath. “I have been avoiding you.” You looked up at his face at this, finding tears building up in his own eyes. “I love you, Embry. But last weekend, just… I can’t do that again.” 

He clenched his jaw, looking anywhere but your face and nodded. He was hurt. You definitely could have worded that better. 

“Let me explain,” you pleaded. He wouldn’t look at you still, but didn’t walk away, so you kept going. “I think I might be broken or something, because that… It didn’t feel right.” 

At this, he looked back at your face, switching from hurt to concerned almost immediately. 

“Why would you think you’re broken?” 

Another pause. “I know you would never hurt me on purpose…”

“You were in pain?” he panicked, fresh tears pricking in his eyes. 

“It’s not your fault,” you hurried. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that? Why would you let me keep going?!” 

“I’m sorry!” you cried, causing him to walk up and embrace you. You sobbed into his chest as he pet your hair, all signs of anger gone. “You were having a good time, and I didn’t wanna ruin it, but it hurt so bad…” 

“Shhhhh,” he cooed as he rocked you from side to side, letting you calm down. “It’s okay.” 

After several minutes, you finally stopped crying. He didn’t falter in his embrace, only left light kisses on your forehead and cheek. 

“Y/N, I am so sorry,” he whispered into your hair. 

“It’s not your fault,” you replied. 

“Yes, it is. I’m supposed to take care of you. It was my job to make you feel good, and you were hurting that bad and I didn’t even notice.” You sniffled, just enjoying being in his arms. A few more minutes passed as you both calmed down. 

“To be fair, I did take a drama class last semester. I’d say I put on a pretty convincing performance,” you added weakly, an attempt to lighten the mood. 

He huffed a laugh, if for no other reason than to make you feel better. “Had me fooled,” he added. 

You smiled, looking up at him. “I’m sorry for avoiding you.” 

“It’s okay. I just wish you would have told me as soon as it started to hurt that you wanted to stop.” 

“I know. I should have, I just got all in my head about it.” 

“And I’m sorry for hurting you. I’ll never forgive myself, and I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore,” he answered, nervously awaiting your response. 

“I forgive you. And of course I still want to be with you, Embry. I love you. We just need to work on our communication skills a little bit,” you laughed. 

“We do. And I’ll start. I would really love another chance to make you feel good. If you promise to be honest about how you’re feeling, I know I can do a way better job. But I understand completely if you wanna wait a while… or if you never wanna do it again. You’re in charge here.” 

His words had your heart melting. He really did care about you, and you knew that if you had told him in the moment that you were in pain, he would have done anything to get you feeling good. You were always his first priority. 

“I’d be willing to try again, but what we did last time didn’t work. I think we need to think of some new techniques or something,” you mumbled shyly. 

“Tell you what. I’ll do some research, get some stuff, and you can come over tonight… if you want to. And we can maybe try again? And if you get there and aren’t feeling up to it, we can just watch a movie and cuddle. No pressure… I just miss you.” 

You thought for a second. Worst case scenario, you’d cuddle on the couch and eat junk food. You trusted Embry completely, and if you said stop, you knew he would. 

“Okay,” you replied. 

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After a long shower, some fresh makeup, and a cute-yet-comfortable outfit, you were ready to go over to Embry’s. Sure, the nerves were kicking in, but you trusted him when he said he would do some research. When you pulled up, he was already standing in the doorway smiling. You ran out and gave him a giant bear hug (or wolf hug), and he picked you up and carried you into his room, kicking the door closed with his foot. 

“I missed you,” he said, face buried in your hair. 

“You saw me like 3 hours ago,” you giggled in response. 

“Yeah, but I haven’t seen you all week! Gotta get my Y/N fill or I might die!” 

You laughed loudly, hands threading up into his hair as he sat down on the bed with you seated in his lap. 

“Yeah, yeah, just try not to crowd me,” you cheekily replied. 

He raised an eyebrow before tackling you back onto the bed, tickling you like a maniac and placing playful kisses all over your face and neck. 

“Like this?! Don’t crowd you like this?” 

“Embry stop!” you laughed, trying to suck in a breath between his manic tickles. When he finally stopped, he was lying between your legs, one hand grasping both your wrists above your head, the other propped beside you so as to not crush you. He stared lovingly at your face before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your lips. His grip on your arms loosened, as if to say You can stop me anytime, but you didn’t. You kissed him back, arms staying in place to tell him that you were okay. 

The kisses grew slightly more heated, but Embry kept them gentle. And every time you thought he was about to take things to the next step, he’d just kiss you some more. You were growing slightly impatient, breath labored and blood pumping fast. Your stomach became slightly warm, and every time you leaned up, he’d pull away. 

“You’re being mean,” you whimpered. 

He just looked at you and smirked before leaning down and capturing your lips once more. You could feel your blood heat in every part of your body. From your head to your toes, you felt warm and fuzzy, yet desperate for more,,, more touch, more pressure, more Embry. Growing frustrated, you hooked your legs around his waist and tried your best to pull him closer, unintentionally grinding your hips into his. When he brushed up against your core, you let out an involuntary sigh. It actually felt nice. He smiled into the kiss, pulling his lips away from yours and dragging them down to your jaw, and then your neck, suckling and sucking and leaving light red marks that made your head spin. The hand that was holding your wrists came down behind your back and up into your hair, firmly pulling your head back to give him better access to your neck. 

This movement made your entire back arch up into his body. His grip in your hair tightened slightly, lips sucking your skin up into his mouth as he nibbled, before soothing with his tongue. Your toes curled, legs pulling him impossibly closer. When he felt this, he ground his hips down into yours. The combination of his hands, lips, and weight on top of you made you let out a gasp. Your hands held onto his shoulders for dear life, pulling his shirt up in an attempt to take it off. He got the hint and sat up to remove it, being away from your body for far too long for your taste. He didn’t lower fully back down, however, instead sliding his warm hands under your shirt and onto your stomach. You sat up, taking your sweatshirt off and throwing it violently across the room. His eyes widened as they looked down at your bare chest in an almost feral fashion. He gripped your thighs, tugging you down the bed with ease, and resuming his position on top of you, hands roaming all over your torso. He cupped your breasts gently, rolling your nipples softly between his fingers. You shut your eyes and threw your head back, enjoying the sensations. His kisses trailed from your neck and down to your chest, softly. Lovingly. When he reached your nipples, his tongue poked out and licked around each of them, before taking them into his mouth and sucking. His hands continued to caress your back, and he took his sweet time switching from one breast to the other, and back again, until he felt your skin grow almost as hot as his. You were writhing underneath him, panting as your mind tried to comprehend the sensations. And his mouth, God it was so warm. You felt him kiss the undersides of your breasts, and then your stomach, and then lower… 

When he reached the waistband of your leggings, he brought his hands up as if to pull them off of you. He stopped, looking up at you for permission. You gave a lazy nod Yes, and lifted your hips to help him. He pulled your underwear off as well, spreading your legs and almost salivating at the sight of your soaking pussy. Not wanting to waste another second, he once again began placing kisses on your lower stomach, and then down to your hip bones, scraping his teeth lightly against the skin, which had you shuddering. He trailed lower, to where your thighs met your core, and began to suck lightly and the soft skin there. Your clit was throbbing by now, desperate for any sort of attention. You thrust your hips up, desperate for his mouth on the place you needed him, but he only pulled your legs over his shoulders and brought his arms across your stomach to hold you in place. Your hands went to his hair in an effort to control any aspect of this situation, but the boy was strong. He teased and teased and teased, until you thought you might very well crawl out of your own skin if he didn’t properly touch you soon. Embry brought his face right up to your center and licked into your entrance, making your toes curl once more. His hands gripped your hips as he brought you as far onto his tongue as he could, nose not quite brushing where you still needed him. 

“Embry…” you whimpered, about to tell him what you needed. 

“I know, baby. I got you,” he spoke, as he finally brought his warm tongue to lick a firm stripe up to your clit, swirling it around and sucking the swollen nub into his mouth. 

You let out a moan. A real one. Your first real one. And it only encouraged Embry, as he began to suck and lick with a steady rhythm that caused your legs to shake. You felt your stomach start to coil after several minutes of this, hands fisting Embry’s hair even tighter. It felt amazing, but that coil wouldn’t snap. He started to notice you coming down slightly, orgasm fading away, when he brought his index finger into your mouth. You sucked on instinct, before he pulled it out and brought it down to your entrance. He swirled the digit around a few times and began to push in slowly. One knuckle. Then two. And then he was fully in you. Sucking your clit into his mouth yet again, he rubbed his finger up into your front wall, massaging the ridges there. 

“Oh… Embry, oh my God,” you moaned. He used more pressure, and then brought his finger out and added another, slowly pushing them in together and resuming the ‘come-hither’ motion. You felt your muscles shake, losing all control, and the coil in your stomach tightened rapidly once again, only this time, it broke. Your back arched, eyes shut tight, mouth open in a silent scream as you came hard. Waves of pleasure drove through you, hands holding his head firmly onto your center. When you came down and opened your eyes, you looked down at his face to see an excited grin. 

“If you tell me that was fake, I think I’ll cry,” he chirped. 

You calmed your hard breathing enough to mutter a “That was real.” 

“Do you wanna keep going?” he asked. 

You nodded, taking note of the obvious tent in his shorts. You reached a hand down to grasp him, when he grabbed your wrist and said “Nuh-uh, I’m still making it up to you.” 

He stood up off the bed and went over to a plastic shopping bag on his desk. He opened it and pulled out a condom, some lube, and a small pink toy. Your eyes widened, and he cockily stated, “told you I’d do some research. Come here Sweetheart.” He held a hand out to help you up, and moved you so that you were on your hands and knees, bum facing him as he stood at the edge of the bed. He tore the condom packet open with his teeth and rolled it on, and then opened the bottle of lube and slathered it all over himself. He then brought what was left on his hand up to your sensitive core, distributing the substance gently. Throwing the bottle onto the floor, he lined himself up with your entrance. 

“You sure you wanna keep going?” he asked. You nodded in response. “I need you to say it, babe.” 

“Yes, I want to keep going, Em,” you almost cried. 

“Okay, but I need you to tell me if it hurts even a little. Promise?” 

“Promise.” 

He grasped your hip with one hand, guiding himself in with the other. Slowly, carefully, he became fully seated inside you, giving you a moment to adjust. You felt no pain, just a delicious stretch inside your walls. When Embry saw that you were relaxed, he pulled himself out a couple of inches and softly thrusted back in, looking for any signs of discomfort. He found none, and continued. He dragged himself in and out of you at a torturous pace that made your breathing pick up yet again. You needed more. You began rocking yourself back onto him, begging for a faster pace, and he complied. He pulled out several inches more this time, shoving back in at a quicker pace that had your toes curling and your moans going up in pitch. At this, he stopped holding back. Embry began pounding into you, hands gripping your hips tight enough to leave the good kind of bruise. You were moaning loudly, brain turning to mush. This is what sex was supposed to be like. What you’d always imagined it would be like. Passionate, loving, amazing. 

Embry found himself reaching the edge, but would not allow himself to finish before you. He reached down onto the bed for the small pink toy that you had forgotten about. He flicked it on, brought his other hand down and around your throat to pull you up against him, and held the small vibrator right onto your clit. The pounding pressure of his dick paired with the fervent vibrations had you seeing stars. You came. Hard. You didn’t know how long the orgasm had lasted. When you came to, you were lying on your back on the bed, breathing still labored, as Embry cleaned your thighs off with a damp towel. He noticed you looking up at him. 

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he cooed.

“Hey,” you responded weakly. 

“How ya doing?” 

“Really good,” you laughed. 

“Yeah?” he beamed at you as you nodded in response. “Good. I’m gonna get you some water and then we can cuddle, okay?” You only smiled in contentment as he walked off into the hallway, returning shortly with a cup of cold water. “Sit up for me?” 

“Can’t,” you answered, eliciting a laugh from him. 

“C’mon, I’ll help you,” he spoke as he gently held the back of your head, supporting you as you leaned up to drink from the cup he was holding up to your mouth. After you took a few sips, he seemed satisfied and placed the cup on the floor, lying down next to you and pulling you close. “If you start ignoring me after that, I might have to kill you,” he teased. 

“Don’t worry. I won’t ever ignore you again.” You sighed in contentment, listening to Embry’s soothing heartbeat, before you began to wonder. “By the way, what the heck kind of research did you do?” 

He huffed a laugh before responding, “Some guy on the internet called Owen Grey.” 

[mercy-burning]

Trouble

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader decides to cause a little trouble on vacation.

Category: SMUT (18+)

Warnings: Language, sex (dom!Spencer, hair pulling, spanking, female masturbation, rough sex, light choking, oral sex- male receiving, crying during sex, degradation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play / if I missed anything, please let me know!)

Word Count: 6.6k

Full Requests: 

+ “...this is for dom spencer/post prison spencer!! okay so you guys are all out with the team on like a team vacation type thing! you decide to wear the cutest and smallest black bikini and tease spencer the whole day. and i mean tease him!! after you guys all separate off for the night he punishes you! spanks you and fucks you until you’re a whimpering mess! maybe you even fall into sub space and his aftercare is 10/10 amazing!!” — @slutforthegubes​ 

 + “A one-shot for reader being bratty for being clingy in front of the team, so then he punishes her by spanking, edging ect?” — @smexyreid​ 

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NOTE: I actually had a fluff planned for today, but I’ve been feeling rather ~spicy~ lately, so I hope this is alright 😉😂

***

Normally you didn't like to get into trouble on vacations. And really, who did? Vacations were meant to be relaxing, a way to kick back, relax, and take a break from the monotony of day-to-day life. Not to mention you and the team were far over-due for one of those breaks.

So naturally, your instincts would tell you to do just that: relax. Right?

Wrong.

You couldn't help it. As of late, your sex life was getting... interesting, to say the least. And now more than ever you were always in the mood for trouble; Whether it meant purposely bending over in the office (right in front of your boyfriend, where everyone else was in the room and he couldn't do anything about it) or touching yourself without permission, also sometimes right in front of him.

Bottom line: right now you were looking for trouble. And you knew exactly where to find it.

Trouble, in this case, took the form of a skimpy black bikini you'd spotted while shopping for the trip. it was barely a bathing suit at all, held together by thin strings that you knew would fall apart with just a mere little tug. And if that wasn't enough to entice you, it had little lace detailing that you knew would drive him insane.

Your body practically burned with desire as it sat in a bag in the backseat of your rental car, Spencer's hand on your thigh burning equally as hot.

"You feel really warm," he noted, giving your leg a comforting squeeze. "Are you okay? If you're not feeling well we can stay behind..."

"No, I'm fine," you answered truthfully with a smile. "I'm just really excited to take some time off. Lord knows we need it."

"Yeah, I know... I just wish we weren't going somewhere so... water-y..."

You laughed, placing your hand on top of his and giving it the same reassuring squeeze he'd given you. "It'll be fun. Trust me, you'll have a great time."

He didn't sound so sure about that, but he didn't know the plan you had cooked up. He was going to have fun on this trip whether he thought so or not.

***

The resort was beautiful. Hell, beautiful was nowhere near the right word for it. It was everything you'd always dreamed about, just like those fancy commercials that showed people in big pools, surrounded by palm trees and workers with white polo shirts who brought you whatever you wanted.

And the hotel rooms you stayed in? They were immaculate. It may have seemed like you were exaggerating, but honestly, you felt like a princess. The bed was just about the most comfortable thing you'd ever had the pleasure of laying on, the view was incredible, sweeping over the resort with a beautiful sunrise every morning, and the complimentary robes and towels were heavenly.

You never wanted to leave.

"Remind me to give Rossi a big hug the next time I see him," you sighed as you rolled over in bed and snuggled into Spencer's side.

He laughed softly into your hair and pulled you closer. "I know it's only been a day, but I could stay here forever. In this bed, with you..."

You smiled, feeling your heart warm at his words. "Me, too... But if you think you're gonna get out of today by being charming, then you're sorely mistaken."

Yesterday, the day you all arrived, you made a plan with Spencer: that first day would be spent settling in and having dinner with the team, going out for drinks and relaxing. And then the next day (today), you were all going to spend the day outside, enjoying the sun and enjoying each others' company. He wasn't too fond of the idea spending all day outside in the heat, but you were sure that by the end of the night he would have found it very rewarding.

Because today was the day you were initiating your plan. Since you would be in public (and you knew your boyfriend wasn't a fan of being too publicly affectionate), you were going to tease him as much as you could. You knew it would kill him, not being able to touch you in front of everyone, and you also knew it would make him mad. Most likely, he would warn you to drop it, and you would feign innocence, continuing on your merry way and proceed with the plan. And if you knew him as well as you thought, chances are he would tolerate you all day, barely putting up with your antics until you were alone for the night.

And then? Then you were hoping he would punish the hell out of you. Because honestly, nothing got your blood pumping faster than when he called you names... When he spanked you, or choked you, or refused to let you come. Or even when he did the opposite and made you orgasm so many times you cried from the overstimulation.

But you knew that whatever punishment he decided this time, it was going to be absolutely delicious.

Just the thought of it made you clench your thighs together, and Spencer seemed to notice; He brought one of his hands down to rest between them, feeling the dampness that was forming through the fabric of your underwear.

"Someone's excited this morning," he mused, pressing a kiss to your forehead as his middle finger pushed the fabric aside and gently glided through your pussy.

You sucked in a breath, nuzzling into his neck and failing to hide a smile. "Well, since we're gonna be out and about all day, don't you think we should do something about that?"

Spencer laughed again, this time slipping his finger all the way inside you, causing you to gasp out.

"That sounds like a fantastic idea, princess."

***

To say you were anxious would have been an understatement.

Because of the material of your cover-up dress, no one could see what you had on underneath unless you took it off. In reality it was more like a summer dress, landing just above the knee in a pretty black floral pattern. Your hair was up in a clip for easy taking-down, and cheap dollar-store sunglasses sat firmly on the bridge of your nose.

And just the knowledge of what was hiding beneath your seemingly innocent get-up had your stomach twisted in knots. Even as Spencer swung your hand in his as the two of you made your way to the lounge area, you pictured that same hand fisting the sheets as his wrapped around your throat while he fucked you absolutely senseless.

You hadn't even realized you were squeezing his hand so tight until he wiggled his fingers and gently nudged you with his shoulder. "You've been... squirmy and tense lately, are you sure you're alright?"

Your hand loosened its grip on his, and then you brought them up to kiss the back of his hand. "I'm fine, just excited to be in the sun all day, that's all."

There was some degree of truth to your words, but he didn't have to know that.

So, to convince him you really were fine, you practically jumped once you reached the gateway to the pool and lounge area, spotting all your friends as they waved you over. Spencer laughed as you parted from him and started walking a little faster.

"Someone's eager," Rossi mused from his chair, a glass of lemonade in his hand.

As Spencer approached behind you, Luke snickered. "Not eager enough, apparently. They're late. What were you lovebirds up to, eh?"

"Alvez, if you have to ask, you probably couldn't handle the answer," Tara said with a snicker of her own.

Funny thing was, she was absolutely right. And it made your stomach twist into even bigger knots just thinking about what happened just an hour before you left the room.

Thankfully the mood was kind enough to shift, courtesy of JJ removing her sheer cover-up and taking her sunglasses off with them. "Anyone up for a light morning swim before more people show up?"

You weren't sure whether or not it was a good idea... Did you want to start your teasing so early on that by the end of the day it was going to be an even bigger struggle to keep your hands off of Spencer, silently begging him to whisk you away and have his way with you? But what if he held out and decided to cut the day off early? If that was the case, he'd most likely drag out your punishment for hours, and is that something you wanted?

Your mind swam in a current of filthy images and possible scenarios, all of which were too damn good to pass up.

So, you counted yourself in and handed Spencer your bag, to which he gladly took and then planted a kiss on your forehead.

You waited until he was settled down, sitting at the table with Rossi—who also decided to hang back—to start removing your accessories.

The first to go was the sunglasses, easy and still unsuspicious. You were going to remove the hairclip first, but then an idea came to mind, so you easily slid out of the cover-up and let it fall to the ground.

Spencer's jaw dropped open at about the same speed, though he quickly closed it to seemingly remain unbothered. The smallest of smirks played across your lips as you bent down to pick the garment up. And you took your sweet time, purposely struggling to get it between your fingers. At one point, you had it halfway up before you 'accidentally' dropped it again, mumbling a curse under your breath.

But eventually you gave up the charade, successfully grabbing the dress and holding it out to Spencer. "Would you put this in my bag for me, babe?"

"Uh huh," he muttered, his hands practically shaking when he took it from you.

To add sugar to the pot, you took a step towards him and kissed him chastely on the mouth, just before taking the clip from your hair and shaking it out like in the movies. Truthfully you weren't sure if it was as sexy as they always made it seem, but judging by your boyfriend's inability to look at you, you figured it did the trick.

You turned and made your way to the pool then, leaving him behind with a little extra spring in your step.

***

Your swim extended until lunch time at around noon, where everyone gathered at their table. There were about thirty of these tables all around the pool, each attaching a tall umbrella to keep from the sun.

Though Spencer had seemed rattled and more shocked than anything at your outfit reveal before, now he just seemed calm. Oddly calm.

As you opened a beer, you looked over at him. "You okay, baby?"

"Yep. I'm all good."

He clearly wasn't. His hand twitched under the table, and it made your stomach flutter with butterflies as you wondered what he was thinking. Was he thinking about fucking you out here in front of everyone? Was he imagining and concocting ways to make sure you knew how much of an affect you had on him later? The thought of all of it excited you to the point of squirminess again.

It was safe to say that Spencer noticed. His hand reached out and brushed your knee about ten minutes into lunch, and it sent a jolt of electricity through you. He was never this way in public, but now he was full-on gripping your knee under the table and slowly sliding it up and up and up...

"Excuse me? Do you guys have an extra chair we could use by chance?" A voice sounded from the other side of you, and you jumped as Spencer quickly removed his hand from you.

But then you got another idea.

"Oh, here, you can use mine," you told the voice, which belonged to a middle-aged woman in a blue one-piece and a sun hat.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be any trouble..."

You stood up and smiled at her, handing over your chair as you insisted. "It's not a problem. Really."

"Thank you," she returned with a smile. "Have a great day."

"You, too!" you called as she walked off with the chair. You turned to Spencer with a smile. "You don't mind if I sit on your lap, right?"

He didn't answer, only shifted in the chair, and that gave you all the permission you needed. So you promptly sat down between his legs, and you snuggled as close to him as you could, making sure to wiggle a little more than needed without being too obvious as your friends continued chatting. Spencer's left hand gripped your hip so tightly you thought he was going to leave bruises.

That excited you more than it probably should have.

So to test your luck, you placed your hand over the top of his and drew little patterns into the back of his hand. Your other hand worked at occasionally grabbing fries to eat.

What you didn't expect was for Spencer to ask for one. Really, you didn't think much of it, though those butterflies returned in your lower belly when he ate the fry right out of your hand, bringing his face to rest right above your shoulder. Before he pulled away, he whispered just inconspicuously enough to avoid raising any red flags.

"Watch yourself, princess..."

He hissed out the nickname so harshly it made you shudder, and your thighs clenched under the table as he leaned back again.

Just in time for someone to talk.

"Why, you two are awfully clingy today." It was Penelope, giggling through a bright pink bendy straw.

You decided to play off of that, smiling and leaning back to press yourself fully against him. "This is our first vacation together, I guess I'm just excited," you said sweetly.

Spencer lightly kissed your cheek, but his hand squeezed your bare hip again. A warning not to push it.

"You know, Will and I haven't had a vacation in a while. It's kind of a bummer he had to work, otherwise we could've taken the kids." JJ pouted playfully before taking a fry.

"We'll definitely have to plan for another one of these in the future," Penelope offered happily.

You wiggled your hips just the tiniest bit as your head dropped onto Spencer's shoulder. "I agree."

His fingers were gripping your hip with brutal force now, and to cover a yelp, you faked a cough. He eased his grip, settling on splaying his entire hand flat across it instead. Its warmth mixed with the knowledge of how big it was made you all warm inside. And, God, if you didn't want to fake being sick so you could drag him up to the hotel room right then...

But you held on, ready for phase two of your plan.

While swimming before, You decided with Luke, Penelope, Tara, Matt, and Emily that a game of water-volleyball was in your future. JJ offered to call points while the rest of you, in teams, played against each other. Despite their efforts to get Rossi and Spencer to join, they both declined, but in a way you were thankful.

Being in action might just be the thing you needed to finally push him over the edge.

So soon after lunch, you all moved over to the open water-volleyball pool. JJ, Spencer, and Rossi all sat at the edge on lounge chairs to watch while you divided into two teams, Penelope, Luke, and Emily on one side, you, Tara, and Matt on the other.

Truth be told, during the game you almost completely forgot about the other little game that you were playing with Spencer—the one only you two knew about. You were quite content and happy having fun with your friends for so long that it was a distant memory.

But at one point, Matt lifted you out of the water to hit the ball, his hands firmly gripping your waist to help you do it. And you didn't think anything of it until you realized your second, and probably your most fatal, mistake.

You'd successfully spiked the ball and scored the winning point, to which your team loudly cheered. And when Matt brought you back down into the water, you flung your arms around his neck in a hug. He lifted you out of the water again as he hugged you, and over his shoulder, you spotted Spencer.

He was furious.

No one would have been able to tell, of course, but you knew. You'd seen that look before, when you were teasing him badly enough that it warranted a pretty severe punishment.

You may have won the volleyball game, but in the process you inadvertently won another game, one that excited you far more and presented you with the grand prize of one very long night.

***

Spencer was quiet with you the rest of the day. After the game, you all decided to just lay out in the sun for a few hours. Occasionally, you would sneak a glance at your boyfriend to find him in that oddly calm state again, the one that borderline scared and excited you at the same time, and for a moment you wondered if maybe you'd gone too far, even if you hadn't intentionally meant to make him jealous.

But if something was truly wrong, he would have told you. You both knew the lines between playful and serious, and this odd calm that Spencer was exuding was most definitely playful.

He only further proved that to be true when you got up to the bar to get a margarita, and you felt a presence behind you.

His hands splayed over your hips and slid forward to your stomach, pulling you back to him. The hardness you felt pressing into the thin material of your bikini made you tremble.

"I want you to finish your drink, and then I want you to meet me in our room. Take your time, princess. I'll be waiting."

Before you could even answer, he was gone, his hand lingering on your body for a moment before he let himself fully walk away. And as you slowly sipped on your drink, chatting a bit with Penelope when she came over, your skin still burned hot from his touch.

***

You took a deep breath before stepping ino the room. Your hands were shaking with excitement and your stomach churned at the sight of him.

He was perched on the bed, freshly showered, wearing nothing but a towel hung low on his hips while he read a book. His hair was wet, towel dried and hanging in soft curls in front of his eyes.

Spencer always took your breath away, but this?

You were in deep shit.

He didn't even look up from his book. He continued flipping the page and gently nodded towards the bathroom door. "Go get a shower ready. I'll be in in a minute."

Your first instinct was to obey. But then again, trouble was what you wanted in the first place, so trouble was what you were going to deliver.

"Why?"

"Because you're covered in chlorine from the pool, and you have to shower." He still didn't look up at you. And that just wouldn't do.

"I'm sure you're right, babe, but I just don't feel like it. And you can't make me."

His eyes flitted up to meet you, just for a brief second before he sighed and shut the book. "Y/N..."

"Spencer..."

"You've been a tease all day, do you really want to make it harder for yourself?" This time he was looking up at you fully, meeting you with a bored expression that was just so fucking hot. You couldn't resist.

"I don't know," you teased, crossing your arms. "Do I?"

"Trust me, princess, you don't..."

You giggled at the nickname and started walking towards him, kicking off your flip flops and uncrossing your arms in the process. "Hmm... I think I do."

"Take another step, see what happens," he offered plainly.

Just for the hell of it, you stopped and then took one giant step forward, bringing you to the edge of the bed where he was sitting. You smiled down at him and felt your insides heat up as he brought his hand out, roughly pulling at the thin fabric of your bikini. He pulled you right on top of him, just for you to be rolled over and pinned on your stomach.

His hands pinned your hands behind your back as he pushed his body into yours, making you whimper out excitedly.

"So be it. Don't make a sound unless I tell you to. Understand?" The sternness in his voice sent another chill through you as you nodded. But then one of his hands came up and tugged on your hair, pulling your neck back. "Answer me."

"I understand," you said, though not without making it sound like you were bored.

That only seemed to make him more mad, which of course was a win for you. He tugged your hair harder, causing you to yelp out with a masochistic laugh.

"Something funny?" he inquired evenly.

"You're cute when you're mad," you offered with a shit-eating grin, wiggling your ass against him.

This time, instead of pulling your head back, he shoved it down into the mattress, his hand shifting to hook his middle finger around your cheek and into your mouth. "You're cute when you shut up and obey me... But I have a feeling you're not going to be very good for me tonight, are you princess?"

You only hummed around his finger in response, clenching your pussy around nothing as your body suddenly went wild with a wave of pleasure at his words.

"That's what I thought... Let's see how well you take your spankings, maybe then I'll go easy on you later."

He wasted no time then, yanking your swim bottoms down and running his hand over the curve of your ass.

"Let's see... One—" SMACK. "—for making a show of wearing this slutty little bikini."

To keep it interesting, you wiggled your ass for more, and he returned the favor by spanking you even harder than the last time. "Two, for giving away your chair just to sit in my lap." Very quickly after, he administered another one, following with, "Three, for teasing me at lunch in front of our friends."

"But I d—"

SMACK. "Four, for interrupting me," he said quietly. And with the way his hand was rubbing over your stinging skin, he was no doubt admiring his work so far. He even hummed, lifting his hand occasionally, leading you to think he was going to spank you again— Only for him to settle on rubbing over your ass again.

He was drawing this out. Taking his time. Seeing how antsy you would get.

Needless to say, it was working.

Your hands, which were still pinned behind your back by Spencer's other hand, started to flex, and you whimpered out in want.

"What's the matter, princess?" he cooed.

"I... I want you," is all you could think to say. Because you really did.

"Bad girls don't get what they want. Especially brats. So tell me, do you think I'm going to give you what you want?"

You were supposed to answer him, but in the name of trouble, you remained silent.

He waited for an answer that never came. And when he was tired of waiting, realizing what you were doing, Spencer spanked you again. "Five, for not answering me."

Before you could do or say anything, he landed another slap to your ass. "And six, for having Matt's hands all over you."

You couldn't help it. You laughed. "Oh, that got to you, huh? His hands were nice and big. Reminded me of y—ah!"

He spanked you again, hard. Tears stung behind your eyes and you smiled through them.

"Seven," he growled. "For being a fucking brat."

You took a few deep breaths before speaking again. "Aw, are you jealous? You really think I would—fuck!"

Another spank. "Eight. Don't you dare get it to ten." It was obvious that he was challenging you. Either that, or you were just looking for trouble so badly that you were willing to hear his words as a challenge. But regardless, you challenged him back with one simple, breathy word.

"Nine."

SMACK. "Nine. You must really be looking for trouble, huh?"

You laughed, wiggling your ass one more time. "You don't even know the half of it."

Spencer spanked you one last time, harder than all the rest of them, and you actually yelped out, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Ten. Now get in the shower, or I'll make it double."

You thought about it, but a shower actually sounded really good, and it would give you a chance to breathe before he utterly wrecked you in a little while.

"Okay," you offered, slumping against the bed loosely to show him your surrender. He gently let go of you then, rubbing over your ass a few times before pulling away from you and helping you stand.

"You want me to put something on that now or later?" he asked gently, brushing the hair from your face.

"Later," you returned with a wink and a smile.

He huffed a laugh before gently smacking your ass one more time and sending you off in the shower.

***

As excited as you were for the rest of the evening, you were tempted to take as long in the shower as you wanted, just to see what Spencer would do. But you decided to just take a shower normally, rinsing out your hair just as you always did. You quickly washed up your body, wincing a bit at the sting of your ass under the soap and warm water.

And then you started thinking about how exhilarated you felt as he punished you. Each sharp, warm smack of his hand on your skin made you feel utterly electric and wet. It was a wonder you weren't actually dripping down your leg and onto the bed at how badly you wanted him.

The thought sent your hand down to said wetness. You really shouldn't have been touching yourself, but you were practically burning for him, melting at the amount of teasing you'd done today and the anticipation that came with every move. Your hand was relentless, looking for its own trouble as you moaned out as quietly as you could. The water was still cascading down your back as you rubbed tight, fast circles on your clit, hoping to get fast relief.

And then a knock came at the door.

"I want you out here in five minutes!"

Sure enough, Spencer's voice was enough to finally push you off the edge, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you. But as soon as it subsided, you turned the water off and got out to dry yourself off.

Hopefully he wouldn't ever find out what you've done. But the devious side of you really wanted to know what he'd do if he did.

With that thought flooding your brain, you quickly finished drying off and walked out into the bedroom to find Spencer waiting on the bed again. His towel was still wrapped around his waist, and it gave you an idea.

You winked and dropped your own towel, revealing yourself fully to him.

"Did I ask you to drop the towel?" he chastised.

"Nope," you replied, placing your hands on your hips.

"Then why did you do it?"

You decided to take the mocking route, drawling out an overexaggerated, "Because I'm a dirty little whore, and I need you to put your big cock inside me."

"Are you done?"

He looked bored again, and it made you want him even more. So you said, "No. Once your cock is in me, I wa—"

"Were you touching yourself in the shower?"

Holy fuck.

"No."

Spencer stood up and glided over to you until he was towering over you, clearly unbelieving of your blatant lie. "No?"

"No," you repeated, the tiniest of smirks forming on your lips.

Without warning, his hand was between your legs, and a gasp left you as he found your clit, rubbing it almost exactly the same way you'd been earlier. You couldn't help the strangled moan that left your mouth, and he smirked knowingly.

"Yep. Those are definitely the sounds I heard."

And then he removed his hand, making you whine at the loss of contact. "I'm sorry," you whispered, hoping he'd return, if only to punish you for what you did by overstimulating you.

He seemed to have another idea, though.

"You're sorry?"

"Mhm," you whimpered, reaching out to grab his hand. "I'm so sorry."

When you had hold of his hand, he took control, gripping your wrist and pushing it away, and then he grabbed your shoulder. "Then why don't you get on your knees—" he pushed on your shoulder and you obliged happily, "—and show me how sorry you are..."

Your pussy throbbed around nothing as you looked up at him, eagerly waiting for his towel to drop. But he didn't move, and it was clear that he was waiting on you to do it.

So you yanked the towel down and marveled at how hard and ready he was. Your head seemed to move of its own accord, like it was magnetically drawn to his dick, and you weren't complaining. And then your tongue flattened and licked a broad stripe underneath him, before you quickly made work of taking him completely into your mouth.

It didn't take long to start a nice rhythm bobbing up and down, occasionally looking up to see him. Again, he looked bored, and though that would have spurred you on before, now you were desperate to please. So you worked your mouth faster, slacking your jaw and taking him in deeper, using your hands to keep yourself steady by gripping the back of his thighs. You moaned and gagged around him, yet kept your pace up regardless.

"Come on, princess, you can do better than that," he teased, fisting your hair and holding you down on his cock. "Apologize like you mean it."

He released your hair then, and you pulled back to take a breath of air before spitting obscenely on his dick and quickly stroking him with your hand. "I'm sorry, baby, I'm so so sorry," you whined, right before taking his balls in your mouth. You kept at that for a few moments before going to take him in your mouth again.

This time you were meaningful in every single movement, taking him in slow and deep. Each time he hit the back of your throat you held yourself there and choked around him as long as you could, tears falling from your eyes. And then you'd pull away slowly, swirling your tongue around his tip before repeating.

Eventually though, he pulled you away completely and studied you as you sat there, knelt on the floor in front of him with red eyes, and tears and spit completely coating your face. Your lips were glistening and puffy as you panted, whispering soft apologies.

"What a good girl," Spencer mused, brushing hair from your eyes and wiping tears from your cheeks. "I accept your apology. Come here."

His gentle voice all but pulled you to him as you stood on shaky knees. He hadn't even really done anything to you yet, and you were already a mess. That fact made you smile.

You wiped most of the mess from your face and nodded. "So, what's my reward?"

Spencer huffed a laugh. "For being a brat? Nothing."

"Aw, but I thought I earned your forgiveness..." You pouted playfully, and he pulled you closer by the waist.

"Yeah, well you're being cocky, so I take it back."

Before you could say anything, he kissed you, bringing both of his hands up to cradle the sides of your head. You all but melted into him and let him lead you to the bed, where you were turned around and bent over again.

He used his leg to spread yours apart, right before bringing a hand to the nape of your neck. As he grabbed a fistful of your hair and gently tugged your head back, his other hand fell between your legs and gently parted you.

"You ready, princess?"

"Uh huh," you whined back, right as he pushed forward and glided his cock through your pussy. He waited, making you anticipate that sweet moment when he'd finally enter you, and you could tell he was enjoying every second. You wiggled against him, and he yanked your hair.

"Ah-ah, be patient... Be patient..."

He continued just sliding himself through your opening until you weren't expecting it. And then he slammed into you, eliciting a loud moan from the back of your throat.

"Sh, shh," Spencer expressed, releasing your hair and sliding his hand to cover your mouth. "Everyone's going to hear you, princess, you need to keep quiet. Can you do that for me?"

"Mhm," you mumbled against his hand, letting out a strangled sigh when he placed it on your shoulder instead. He kept up a nice, hard pace pounding into you, each slap of his hips against your burning ass just the right amount of pain to be pleasant. And you were thankful for the bed underneath you, because if you didn't have it, you'd surely have buckled under the weight of your knees already.

Feeling how limp you were in his grasp, Spencer used both his hands to wrap around the front of your throat, keeping you upright as your hands pressed into the mattress.

"Tell me, princess, do you think you deserve to come so soon?"

You were so caught up in how hard and deep he was fucking you that you were pretty sure it wouldn't matter what you told him— you were going to orgasm regardless, because there was no way you could even fathom trying to hold it in. Whether or not Spencer would show you any mercy at that point was a mystery.

You were just going to have to find out.

"I—I... Ohhhh..."

You heard him laugh lowly, and it made you clench around him. "Oh, it hasn't even been five minutes, and I've already fucked you so dumb you can't even speak? Huh?"

You whined in response, letting your head fall to the side as you tried to look at him. And you barely caught a glimpse of his hair as he continued speaking. "Aw... My poor little princess... That's what you get, isn't it? When you act like a dirty little whore..."

He was recalling what you'd teased earlier, and it brought you closer to the edge more than you liked to admit.

"Uh... huh," you whined out, dangerously close to coming undone.

"Alright then, princess. Come for me, show me what you got."

Unsurprisingly, it didn't take very long for that to happen. You let out a string of whimpers and cries as he fucked you through your orgasm, his hands slightly tightening around your throat as well. Every sensation was blinding and intense, just like you knew it'd be, even if it was only your second orgasm of the night.

And you had a decent suspicion that it wasn't going to be your last.

Even after you were done, Spencer kept at it, relentlessly fucking you into the mattress until your legs were surely numb. Your knees were still sore from being on the floor before, and likewise, your ass was still burning. Not to mention the overstimulation you were experiencing as one of his hands moved down to rub at your clit.

Eventually though, he stopped, and you weren't sure why. But then he flipped you around, laying you on the edge of the bed and leaning over you, his hands brushing more of the tears from your cheeks.

"I wanna see your pretty little eyes when I come, okay? You think you can keep 'em open for me, princess?"

"Mhm," you whined out as he pushed into you again.

He settled on a slow pace that built and built until he was fucking you fast and hard and incredibly deep. His entire body leaned into yours as he snapped his hips forward over and over again, brutal in their goal to completion. You kept whining out, feeling another orgasm coming quickly as you let yourself succumb to him.

"That's it, princess, you're taking it so well. We're almost done..." He whispered comforts into your temple, moments before you reached your peak once more. You shook violently underneath him, which was all he needed to finish himself.

He pulled back and looked into your eyes, filled with tears at the overstimulation, as he snapped his hips forward once, twice, and then three times before letting go. He held himself inside of you, moaning out while looking into your eyes. The feel of his cock throbbing and spilling over inside of you was just about the most comforting thing in the world right then, accompanied by soft brushes of his fingers through your hair and even softer declarations of love.

Long after he stayed inside of you, catching his breath, Spencer pulled out and examined you, the way your body glistened perfectly with the right amount of sweat. Your chest heaved, each dip and curve and peak of your breasts slowly rising and falling as you trembled. He slid down your body, until finally his eyes caught sight of your pussy, glistening and dripping with his cum. It absolutely wrecked him in the best way possible, so much so that he couldn't help himself.

He brought his hand to your opening, gently scooping up his cum and gathering it onto the pads of his fingers. You moaned out as he did it, and he knew then exactly what he wanted.

"Open up, princess," he pried softly, bringing his fingers to your mouth. You gladly did what you were told and sighed out as he glided them over your tongue, practically spoon-feeding you his cum. He pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth slowly, feeling every vibration on your tongue from the sounds you made. And then he did it again, bringing his fingers back to your pussy to gather more of his mess.

He did this until it was pretty much all gone, and truthfully, you would have let it go on forever. The intimacy of it all, the soft and sensual way in which he explored and watched you, and the love you felt for each other all wrapped up in a shiny, red bow was the perfect end to a perfect day.

You would have fallen asleep, but Spencer was gently nudging your arm. "Hey, you," he said gently, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I think it's time to run us a bath, don't you think?"

"Sure," you agreed quietly with a smile. "And then we can sleep, right?"

"I think the team might get mad at us for ditching dinner, but I'm willing to risk that."

With a laugh, you reached over and kissed him. "Good. I love you, Spencer."

"I love you, too, princess."

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i am the anon who asked earlier about the character limit ! i’m ready to send my ask now-

so could you write something about a female mc (or gender neutral it’s up to you !) that doesn’t take a shit form anyone ? like when someone bother she just “tsk” before threatening them and the bois are like “wtf that was kind of hot tho-“ .

i can see them just simping for her like we simp for them and it’s making me laugh-

also i’m not really sure if you write for them but a small reaction of perhaps side-characters to her ?

i’m really asking for too much skdkdjdksowkw-

thank for reading it and i hope i’m not bothering you ! ( ´ ▽ ` )

Alright, for this one, anon allowed me to pick some Twst guys to react to MC

But, ahem…. hope they’re (and y’all are) happy with the way I carried this out

Neige (& dwarves) + Che’nya are also included, as they wished to see side characters react to this MC too

Let’s get started (bc it’s loooong)~! 

HAPPY 1st ANNIVERSARY, EVERYONE!! 🥳🎉

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OVERVIEW

Heartslabyul: Riddle is very surprised at her behavior and may scold her for it, but he secretly admires the confidence and will to stand up for herself. Trey is also taken aback, but well… if that helps her get through NRC, fine by him (he pretends not to see). Cater SIIIIIIMPS like duuuude THAT ATTITUDE IS WHAT HE DESIRES TO HAVE AGAINST HIS SISTERS (she’s his role model now). And man, do I even need to say what Ace and Deuce think? PLAIN FUN, and they simp, Deuce a little more than Ace.

Savanaclaw SIMPS and simps HARD. Ruggie and Leona due to females in Afterglow Savana being overall more respected. Not to mention IRL lionesse are in charge of hunting and female hyenas are the dominant ones in pairs. Jack I see as someone who admires people who are strong and can stand for themselves, and a no bullshit MC is wow… but perhaps he thinks maybe she could be a little more polite.

Octavinelle is a little hard to read. Azul first is very surprised and a bit offended, but once he finds out she acts this way towards everyone and anyone… Be ready to become his 3rd bodyguard lol. Leech Twins adore to annoy her, Floyd provokes her more with tugs and shoves while Jade can just throw ANY comment her way with that smile to trigger the instinct; she’s become their little plaything of sorts.

Scarabia: Kalim is SHOOKED!!!! The first time he hears her comments leaves him with a surprised pikachu face. Jamil is startled a bit, but man… SIMPS, and is like "you speak my inner thoughts".

Pomefiore: Vil is also VERY surprised, but admires the way she so willingly defends herself with only words and harsh glares (anger looks very pretty on her). Rook SIMP, yuuup. He's amazed at how just one comment and death stare from her has magic wielders cowering in fear, gets goosebumps from excitement when those are directed at him. Epel simps too! Like DAMN HE WANTS TO STAND UP FOR HIMSELF LIKE THAT!!! No more stupid etiquette classes, time to be tough! (Vil quickly turns his plan to dirt tho lol)

Ignihyde: Idia is ?????? At times, he's very intimidated by her, but on other occasions he's ready to talk back (this especially when he's communicating through the tablet). Ortho is shook, too. For someone who comes from another world and is scared by many possible scenarios in this Wonderland, they're surprisingly brave. He likes her! Get ready to be his Big sis

Oh man, Diasomnia… Malleus is surprised when he first sees the change of attitude, since she's nice in his nightly visits to Ramshackle, but very soon he'll be like "I like this human" Slowly becomes her simp.  Lilia is VERY amused by her behavior and sometimes likes to provoke her. As soon as a threat is thrown his way, however, he'll be ready to throw one back as he smiles brightly. Silver is surprised, they all cower before her, how?! He may or may not simp, but he absolutely looks up to her (wishes to be more assertive like that). Boy oh boy… Sebek… SHOOKED; just try to say something rude to his Young Master, get ready for the loudest "EXCUSE ME?!" and following rant. Shooked and shooked TO THE CORE.

ALL the staff are very irritated by her antics, but the ones more vocal about it that have a little back and forth with her are Crowley and Crewel. Sam just laughs it off, besides it's rare for her to threaten him (mainly bc he gives special discounts for her).

BOY...RSA… Neige is SHOOKED, but rudeness never stopped him from making friends and pull a smile out of them (well, ya better stop right there bc she's ready to PUNCH). Needless to say, majority of dwarves are surprised too… except, Grant who just chuckles and says like Jamil "speaking my inner thoughts".  Che'nya acts as if it's the most normal thing, doesn't flinch back or anything ("we're all mad in our own ways~ it's the norm here")

In the end, all of them simp for her, one way or another~ (and let her get away with a handful of stuff bc simps)

Heartslabyul

"Aren't you the cutest little thing~? Look at your lil' nose sniffing my finger so adorably!!" The [color] haired girl gushed at the hedgehog in her hand, carefully petting its colorful quills.

Someone sighed in irritation at her behavior, "Stop that! We're not allowed to pamper the hedgehogs like that, so cut it off!"

[Color] eyes narrowed at the intruder, "And who here says I care what you, or the rules, say? They're animals, pets practically. You need to show them affection for them to live long, happy lives, dumbass."

At the small scene, Trey interrupted, “Let's please act accordingly. Come on, we need help painting the roses." The 3rd year signaled the other Heartslabyul student to follow.

"What?! No, not fair! How come she's not getting punished for this when we get scolded for it?!" He raised his voice.

"Hey now, leave [Name]-chan alone, she isn’t bothering anyone. Be a good kouhai and listen to Trey-senpai. Remember vice dorm leader is just as respected as dorm leader here." Cater cut in, trying to somehow make things lighter.

"Bull-!" Before the guy could even finish his sentence, Riddle appeared.

"What seems to be the matter here? At this rate, if you keep getting distracted with unimportant things, we won't have our preparations ready." The redhead followed their gazes to the girl sitting on the floor surrounded by a rainbow of hedgehogs.

"Ah, I understand." Riddle nodded.

"Thank-!" However, the student was once more cut off by the 2nd year.

"[Surname] was appointed by me personally as hedgehog caretaker. Her activities consist of cleaning cages, feeding, and the important task of pampering them with affection and love." Heartslabyul's dorm head explained, "We do play croquet frequently, and many 1st years don't treat our animals superb. Not to mention, it is said the Queen of Hearts herself would pamper her hedgehog just like [Surname] is doing… Admirable, don’t you think?"

"Are we clear now?" Slate grey eyes looked sternly at his dormmate.

Defeated, the boy accepted. "Yes, dorm leader Rosehearts."

"Go help Cater and Trey with rose duty." Riddle dismissed the boy.

On his way out, a certain troublesome 1st year made an indirect comment.

"That's why you get informed before complaining about things~" Ace teased.

Deuce smacked his friend on the back of the head, "Shut it, we committed the same mistake when we first saw [Name] baby talking the hedgehogs."

"H-Hey! There was no need to reveal that!"

Savanaclaw

Full cafeteria, the worst scenario ever. Not to mention both [Name] and Grim were starving.

So, when she saw an opportunity to get in line for the (oddly) short line for [fav. food], she did. However…

“What the fuck’s up with you?! Just because you’re a girl ya think ya get special treatment, dumbass?!” Some random rude student said.

Oh, bad move, idiot.

All [Name] had to do was throw an icy glare their way and turn away slowly for the boy to tremble in his socks.

Human and Grim picked their full and finally headed to any empty spot available, which resulted in them sitting with the Savanaclaw students, who watched the scene unfold.

“[Name]-san, that’s some temper you’ve got-” Ruggie began talking, but was immediately silenced by the same icy stare.

“To hell with that, I am hungry and ready to destroy the world, so better keep your mouth shut to see your future.” The girl grumbled, taking the first bite of her precious meal.

Three pairs of ears flattened in shock, looking at one another to agree on what they experienced right now.

“Wait a second…” Ruggie thought, breath hitching after receiving such cold glare.

Jack kept a watchful eye as he drank his water, strange warmth crawled up his face. “That was…”

Leona, for once, looked awake enough. Green eyes with a tinge of respect reflected in them, teasing smile slowly developing on his face. “Seems like the herbivore has some fight in her… Nice, very nice…”

“That was… very attractive…” The trio gulped down whatever they were eating, before averting their gaze elsewhere to hide the blush. Except Leona, he chuckled silently before looking down at his plate to recover from the little display of power from her part.

Meanwhile, the otherworldly student and cat monster shared a confused look. “Weirdos… Do they enjoy seeing me eat? Yeah, not sitting down with them again.” [Name] decided.

Octavinelle

"Keobi-chan~!"

"Not again…" [Name] grumbled between teeth. Just as she thought she was out and away from the whole Octavinelle trio, these two come again for her.

"Let's go, koebi-chan! Azul wasn’t done talking with you~” Floyd grabbed onto her arm and tugged.

“You two never know when to stop, or do you?” Grim swiped at Floyd’s hand as best he could from the girl’s shoulder.

Then came the chuckle she hated most, that instantly ignited that fight or flight instinct in her. “Please, Floyd is simply stating the truth. Azul is adamant in speaking to [Surname]-san, it’s only expected of her to allow him some time. After all, he was so gracious to lend his help when she most needed.” Jade linked his arm with her free on and began walking.

“Oi! Get your hands off me! I’ve heard enough from Azul! I’ve declined the offer more than enough times for it to get through his head!” The [hair color] stood her ground as much she could, but the two towering eels still dragged her to their destination.

Floyd laughed, “Little shrimp fighting for her life when she’s already lost~” He shot Jade a look and his twin immediately knew what he wanted to do. They lifted her from the ground and began swaying side to side.

“What the hell?! Let me down, let me go! I’ve had enough of you! We’ve helped Azul more than enough already!” [Name] and Grim were left to flair and yell more protests while the twins chuckled and laughed at their predicament.

Eventually, they arrived at Octavinelle and the two-halves-of-a-whole students were plopped down onto the couch inside Azul’s V.I.P. office. The tweels left them with those sinister pointy teethed smiles of theirs, sending chills down the duo’s spines.

“Now now, [Name]-san, Grim-san, do keep your voice down. I’ve got a deal much better than our last offer. Hear me out, now would you?” Azul spoke, suave and sleazy as ever.

“No, cut it out already! Just accept I won’t-!” Her complaints were interrupted by the octomer’s firm statement.

“One meal!” After noticing he had their attention, the dorm leader continued, “One free meal for the two of you each day, along with some Madol… All for [Name]-san’s intimidation services and Grim-san cleaning dishes.”

“Make it TWO meals and it’s a deal!” Grim quickfired.

“NO! No, no!” The [color] eyed refuted. She leaned close to Ashengrotto over the desk, eyes narrow and eyebrows furrowed, “...Make it two free meals AND drinks daily, with a nice pay… and throw in some deluxe tuna cans from time to time…”

Grim perked up at that, eyes shifting from human to merman as they stared each other down to see who relented first.

Azul sighed, “Very well…” A gloved hand came forward, “Have we got a deal?”

[Eye color] looked into baby blue, before nodding and shaking his hand. “A deal it is, but” [Name] leaned even closer, right on the gray haired’s face, “Let it be known that just you fail once on giving the pay and it’s over, Ashengrotto.”

He snorted, “Oh, no need to worry about that, I always hold onto my end of the contract.” Taunting gaze mocked the [hair color], “The thing is, can you?”

“This damn Octavinelle people..!” [Name] felt fire light up her veins from anger and irritation at his words.

Scarabia

“Grim, look! We once more have a delicious cream cheese for you to enjoy with crackers!” The ever excitable Kalim exclaimed, reading a pair of crackers to feed Grim.

Before his hand could get any close to the scared cat’s face, [skin tone] hads grabbed his wrist to stop him. “Kalim, how many more times do I have to tell you?! Stop that!” An exasperated sigh followed her words. She let go of his arm.

Kalim (and pretty much all of Scarabia) looked at her. “No, not those big round cute ruby eyes…” The girl thought, feeling herself relent already. “Only for you… only for this ray of sunshine will I try to be less on the fence…”

[Name] cleared her throat, “W-Why don’t you… try asking Grim properly if he would like some first, instead of just shoving the food in his mouth!” An awkward giggle left her lips. “Was that better?! That did not sound better, at all! No!! It was harsh!” 

Silence carried on afterwards, making her feel even more awkward and nervous of her actions. There’s a first time for everything.

“She’s right on that. You understand, don’t you, Kalim?” Jamil broke the silence, turning everyone’s eyes to him now. “As host, you should offer your visits amenities correctly, not force them upon them.” The dark haired boy remained focused on his plate of curry while he informed his dormmate.

“Oh! Of course, of course!” The dorm leader snapped out of his zoning out, “Apologies! Grim, would you like to try the cream cheese?” Kalim recovered his pep, bringing close the plate of cheese and crackers to Grim.

“Ah… No, thank you…” The monster declined. “However… I would like to try the dates you have over there.”

“Sure, no worries! Try as much food as you like! This banquet is for everyone to enjoy, after all!” Just like that, everyone’s spirits were lifted, and the party returned to its full swing.

From across the table, Jamil threw the [hair color] a smirk and a nod. She looked away with a faint blush on her cheeks.

Pomefiore

“She dares show her face here, dressed like that?”

“And with a stinky, dirty raccoon hanging from her shoulder.”

“As always, these pretentious idiots…” [Name] tried to steel herself, taking deep breaths as she carried on towards the Pomefiore common room. Vil asked for her presence here for some idea he had in mind and wanted to carry on.

“Fuh-nyah, this place always smells like perfume… Has me sneezing all over, eugh.” Grim rubbed his nose to ease the itching.

The girl giggled lightly, petting her companion. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to the smell in a few seconds.”

“Ah, Trickster [Name], Monsieur Hirsute! Bienvenue à Pomefiore!” Rook welcomed them, as colorful as ever.

“[N-Name]? You’ve been… summoned here, as well?” Epel seemed surprised to see his friends here.

Vil stood up from the throne, “And just in time you’re both here. Could’ve done with a few extra minutes of head start, but at least you’re here and didn't arrive late.” The elegant 3rd year went over to explain his idea to the 1st years.

However, as the dorm head explained, the comments continued…

“Seriously, can’t she take the hint she’s not wanted here?”

“As a girl, she should know to take better care for herself.”

“Alright that’s it.” The Ramshackle prefect took a very deep breath and interrupted Vil, “Yeah, uh, apologies for cutting you off, but let me take care of some matters.” Turning around, the [color] haired looked over at the group that kept saying unasked opinions.

“Hey, you pompous people with deliriums of grandiose!” At the start of her screaming, Vil and Rook braced for the worse while Epel drew a very big smirk.

Everyone kept their dignified faces, sure that their dorm leader and vice head would have their backs.

“I dress bad? I don’t take care of my skin, nails, lips, hair? Grim isn’t always smelling nice?”

“Hey! What with that, [Name]?!”  “Shush, you…”

“Just because I’m a girl you dare assume what I should act like?!” She scoffed, “Well, let me see you survive in a world far different than your own, disoriented and with no means to go back, live on a tight budget along with your equally as disoriented monster friend, with the only clothes you own being very mistreated and old uniforms students left in a rundown dorm!”

Everyone looked at her and murmured.

One of the students spoke up, practically laughing at her face, “What? Want us to feel pity for you? Sounds to me like you’re not trying hard enough.”

Grim himself was ready to burn this scum to a crisp, but thankfully, someone else stepped in to defend their friends.

“Oh? Like you’ve clearly not been doing?” Vil glared at the boy harshly. “Don’t think just because you’re good looking you have an immediate pass to be a student of Pomefiore, of NRC. Your grades are lacking, and for someone in this dorm to be that terrible in alchemy is ruinous. Seriously, an F in potion making? You strive to be as resourceful and tenacious as the Beautiful Queen by not being able to brew even a simple potion?”

The mob cowered back, shocked at their dorm head speaking that way to them.

“Doesn’t feel good to have yer flaws n’ failures spoken of, eh?” Epel yelled from a few miles back. He could see Schoenheit stiffen at the use of his distinct accent, but the farmer boy could care less in this moment… and so did Vil.

Rook stepped over with a friendly smile, placing a hand on the student's shoulder and on Vil’s. “Please rest the case, lest we want our hearts and faces wrinkle up from anger and stress.” The hunter squeezed the boy’s shoulder, applying pressure on one of the nerves to get the message across. In case that was not enough, narrow green eyes spared him a side glance full of ill-intent, “Any more comments like that, and your heart will be carved out of your rib cage and go in a jewelry chest to display as a trophy.” Was his message.

“Y-Yes, Rook-senpai!” The mob immediately answered and made their way out to somewhere else.

The actor rubbed the bridge of his nose at the scene, “I apologize on behalf of my dorm, those types of comments are absolutely not tolerated, but there seem to be more potatoes to wrangle than what I imagined.” He sighed, “But anyways! Let us continue with our original plans. [Name], Grim, Epel, follow me. We shall start with having you all take a nice bath and do proper skincare...and furcare, I suppose.”

“Oh, I would very much like some hypermosturizing serums and a bathbomb or oils to help destress, please!” The [hair color] said.

Vil chuckled a bit, “After that, you need all the lavender oils in the water.”

“Wait, does that mean…?!” Epel became unsettled and looked at Grim.

The monster finished the lilac haired boy’s thought, “We’re gonna end up smelling like a potpourri or somethin’?!”

Rook came behind them, pushing them lightly forward to walk in the other two’s direction. “Come now, moniseurs! Bath time is a great time to spend relaxing and planning your activities for the day!” 

The rowdy duo only groaned at his words.

Ignihyde

“Oh, [Name] [Surname]-san, that was an amazing play!” Ortho congratulated while spectating the game going on between you and his brother.

The girl chuckled, “Thanks, Ortho… Did that specifically to show your brother not to underestimate a magicless human’s abilities in games such as this.” Sizzling could be heard coming from the older Shroud as he silently fumed, but his flaming hair betrayed his silence.

“That’s right, get mad and lose your temper. It’ll be easier to defeat you like that… defeat you once more.” [Color] lips turned into a mocking smile. “Talk shit, get hit, bruh!”

Idia desperately played his following moves, a supposed combo to take you down considerably. “I don’t believe you’ll keep that smile in your face for long.”

She chuckled, ominously now, “Ohoho, I believe I will be keeping this smile… and victory with me~!” The 1st year kept laughing as she played her last strategy, leading to his defeat for the 6th? 10th? time today.

The dorm head took a deep breath before he could yell his frustration out, hair turning a shade of dull red, telling the other occupants of the room of his temper.

“How’s that for underestimating the skills of a human, Idia? Tired or eating your dirt yet or not? Told ya this would only lead to absolute defeat-!” Before [Surname] could boast some more, Idia stood up and dropped himself on his bed, back turned to them all.

The robot boy floated over to the enraged 3rd year. “Big brother? Your vitals are erratic, heartbeat is quick and body temperature is on the raise. Would you like some help relaxing?”

“I believe it’s better to let him be, Ortho.” The girl reassured. “Wanna play a game with me? See if you can beat me?” She suggested.

The android quickly cheered up, “I would love to!”

- Few minutes later -

[Color] eyes stared at victorious play.

5 times… It had only been 30 minutes and already 5 times… She was beaten by the younger Shroud 5 times already!

Ortho smiles at her (or at least she assumed, with him keeping his mouth coveron). “This is entertaining, [Name] [Surname]-san! Can we play one more time?” Those innocent yellow eyes looked up at her tired, irritated ones.

“I- uuuh… S-Sure, Ortho..!” A strained smile stretched her lips.

Idia sat down somewhere near, teasing pointy smile on his face now. “How does it feel, [Surname]?”

“Shut the hell up, Shroud, you’re no one to speak like that.” The girl whispered through gritted teeth.

Diasomia

Blah, blah, blah… chatter, chatter, chatter…Loud booming voice annoying everyone around.

“Alright, damn it all!” [Name] slammed her hand on the table. “For the love of all that's holy, shut the hell up, Sebek!!”

Everyone was stunned for a moment at the outburst, Silver jumped awake at the shouting.

Sebek looked at her with the most indignant look, “Excuse you?! That is something extremely rude to say! Even more so because you interrupted my conversation with the Young Master!”

“What do you even mean?! You interrupted my conversation with Malleus in an even more impolite way first!” She reminded her fellow 1st year.

Zigvolt scoffed, “Only because you don’t possibly have anything of interest to speak with Master Malleus.”

“Sebek I swear to god!”

“Silence, human! Stop pestering us!”

“You are the one doing the pestering here!”

And just like that, both students began bickering.

Silver looked at Lilia, “Don’t you think we should do something about this?”

The old fae sighed into his tea cup, placing it back down before taking a sip. “We absolutely must, Sebek’s voice was already inflicting a headache, now we have... that…” Red eyes looked at the brash underclassmen arguing.

Malleus, meanwhile, rubbed his temples at their antics.

“Children, stop it now or else-” Vanrouge noticed how his words were going unnoticed, so he decided to raise his voice some. “Children-” More shouting, silencing his call for attention.

“Children!” Lilia’s voice boomed around the room, along with the stomping of his heel on the stone floor. The surround sound effectively made the misbehaving students shut up.

“Thank you.” He said with a closed eyes smile, “Now, to settle your senseless screaming, why don’t we try asking Malleus himself what he believes happened, hm?” The bat suggested, turning to look into lime eyes to urge his master to speak up.

“Oh..! Hmm… Well… It is true Sebek interrupted the conversation I was having with the child of man,” [Name] looked at her friend with an I-told-you-so smile, “And I disagree with him, [Surname] was telling me very interesting things about her life and experiences in this Wonderland.” That made the girl stand even prouder.

“However,” The pistachio haired male looked at his superior with hope in his eyes, “I agree with his comment on how interrupting conversations the way [Surname] did is very rude.” Now it was his turn to boast a little. “But let’s not forget he interrupted us first, and therefore is rude himself.” Sebek deflated at that.

Lilia clapped his hands with a bright smile, “Problem solved! Now,” The fae looked at the tall 1st year, “Sebek, dear, [Name] is our guest today, treat her with respect. She is Malleus’ specially invited guest, let her spend her time occupying our leader’s time as she pleases. He invited her for that reason, after all.”

“U-Understood, Lilia-sama…” Zigvolt agreed against his will.

“Thank you, Lilia!” [Name] thanked at the same time Sebek spoke.

“Very well, let us enjoy our tea time in peace now.” Finally, the youthful soul sat down and picked up his cup to take a much needed sip of the amber liquid. “Young ones these days, I swear...”

NRC Staff

Shouting and yelling resounded around the meeting hall, leading Mozus to rub the bridge of his nose to try and ease the oncoming headache.

“Hello-!” Vargas was cut off.

“Not now, Professor Vargas, I need to knock some sense into this crow!” The 1st year yelled at the muscular P.E. teacher.

He sat down near Trein with a sigh, “They’re at it again this week?”

“Yes, they are…” The old man grunted.

“Been at it for 20 minutes now, can’t believe it.” Crewel tapped his finger on the wooden table in irritation, “Headmaster Crowley should already relent and give her more allowance if it means we can get our meetings done!”

“Absolutely not,” Trein disagreed, “[Surname] should learn to handle her finances better, budget things appropriately and spend the least on useless things.”

Crewel let out a single mocking laugh, “Really now? Have you heard what biweekly amount of money he gives her?! It’s not even enough to buy a steady supply of meals from the shop for a week!”

Soon enough, the two teachers joined their respective sides in the battle of Crowley vs. [Name], while Vargas watched with the most uncomfortable look.

And, after a good more minutes of shouting, the last call was given…

“You know what?! I’m done!!” The [color] haired girl made her way to the exit, “It’s always “Because I am so kind” blah blah blah! But you never do anything to help me!” She made a bad impression of the Director on purpose.

“It’s not only me in the dorm, it’s also Grim! And he’s a sizable cat, he needs to eat properly and plenty, too!” She turned around before leaving, “Seriously, Headmaster, I don’t know anymore how to scream at you that we need help! We’re sleeping on dirt every night, we’re breathing mold and dust everyday inside the rundown dorm! We need food and clothes and bedsheets and hygiene products!”

[Name] had to take a deep breath before saying her last words, “If you’re not going to help me search for a way back home, then… at least help me make that crumbling building feel like home…” With that, the heavy door shut close.

The young girl quickly made her way out of the building, trying her best to keep her emotions at bay and not let them overflow. Out of habit, or maybe it was her consciousness trying to search for comfort, her feet carried her to Mr.S’s Mystery Shop.

The simple ringing of the bell signaling a new customer already made her feel better.

“Welcome, little devil! What can I help you with today?” Sam greeted with his typical energy.

The [hair color] sighed in relief, making her way to the counter. “Hello, Sam.”

“Aaah, another fruitless fight with the Headmaster?” The shopkeep inquired, identifying that tired tone in her voice.

“Indeed…” She let head lay upon her crossed arms as the rest of her body leaned on the counter. “I ask myself why I even keep trying it, nothing will ever change…”

A shadow friend pat her head to try and comfort her.

“Because you’re perseverant and a fighter, and wish to have a school life as nice as the one your friends in established dorms live. It’s not an unjustified fight.” The mysterious clerk said, full confidence in his words.

“You believe so?” Curious [color] eyes looked at his moving figure.

“Of course! Everyone else has a nice room to sleep in, why shouldn’t you? Besides, the Headmaster decided to take you in, a responsibility he can’t ignore.” He placed a small mug in front of your head, “Go ahead, take a drink, it’ll help you in more ways than you can think of.”

Carefully unwinding from her position, a hand took the mug and brought it under her nose. One sniff and the girl could tell this was [fav. drink]. “Sam, I’m-! How did- How did you know this is my favorite?!” A pleasant surprise that brought a smile to her lips.

“You always buy it, guess you must really like it.” Magenta eyes watched as she took a sip, “Comfort food and drinks are perfect after an upsetting experience.”

[Name] threw him a tender smile, “Thank you, Sam. All you do for me and Grim is very appreciated… Don’t think I don’t notice those special discounts.”

All he did was wink at her as he turned to welcome a new customer.

Royal Sword Academy

Helping put up a stage was not an easy task. Could anyone really blame her for being so mad at everyone who got in her way after being overworked like that?

Who knows how many times she yelled at people to hurry up and move away from her path already.

And it just so happened a playful cat decided to scare the soul out of the 1st year at the worst moment, just as she was trying to take a short power nap.

“Found mew (pronounce it as m-you-w pls)!” A floating head and apparently dismembered arms appeared before [Name], hands falling on her shoulders.

She screamed bloody hell at the boy, “WHAT THE F-CK, CHE’NYA?!?!” A coughing fit followed due to the sudden loud yelp, “That was,” Cough, “My heart I just spat out!”

Meanwhile, the RSA student laughed his head off at the startled girl.

It irritated her, “And what do you think you’re doing laughing like that?! I could’ve tore a vocal cord or actually have a heart attack, you dumb cat!”

Oh… Never in his life had he been called that, at least not that he remembered.

They remained in silence for a while. 

Eventually, Alchemi giggled once more “Aha~, nice to see you’re mad too! Told nya it was the norm here~”

The [hair color] nodded in mock agreement, “Yeah, can finally see all of you are damn BONKERS!”

~°~  ~°~

This boy… what is his problem?! Suddenly approaching a stranger all smiles and good vibes? [Name] knew this was a twisted world, but this was plain creepy…

So, of course, the fight or flight instinct kicked off.

Yanking her hands out of his hold, [color] orbs sharpened to the meanest glare she could muster right then and there. “What do you think you’re doing? I am not a princess, and I definitely am not your princess! That’s way too creepy to tell someone you’ve just crossed eyes with.”

A multitude of gasps was heard. “Ah, that’s right, he has tiny friends with him…” [Name] could only inwardly sigh and groan.

Neige himself gasped too, what a rude person!

A little giggle was heard, “That’s exactly what I wanted to tell him.” Grant whispered, amused by the whole scene.

“Alright, okay, uh… Gotta go now. Pleasure, or not, to meet you. Goodbye.” The NRC student walked past the strange students. “And I thought there was nothing crazier than NRC… B O I   was I wrong…”

The dwarves looked at their stunned friend. 

Dominic tugged at his pant leg, “Neige, are you alright? Just let her be, I’m sure she reacted like that due to being cautious about strangers.”

“Yes, I’m fine…But,” Round chocolate eyes remained on her retreating form, “Nothing has ever stopped me from befriending even the grumpiest of people! Or has it, Grant?” The brunet smiled at his friend.

“I suppose not- Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?!” The redhead complained while the rest laughed merrily alongside LeBlanche.

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THE MADWOMAN DID IT OMGGGGGGG MY EEEEEEYES ASDFGHIMKLF

HAPPY 1ST ANNIVERSARY!!! What other way than to celebrate with LOOONG request including most, if not all, of the Twst characters!!

LET US SHARE MANY MORE MEMORIES TOGETHER!! CHEERS TO US ALL!!!

(P.S. OMG if you see shifting between fem pronouns, they/them pronouns and "you" stuff... PLEASE FORGIVE ME!! My brain got a bit confused in a part! Hopefully I corrected it all)

[civilgroupie-gvf]

The Boy In The Band

CHAPTER 5 

Summary: Fluff, fluff, and more fluff (with a couple sexual references). Josh finally gets an answer, and he invites you to a bonfire in Danny’s backyard. 

~~~

The flight back home was both bitter and sweet. You wanted more time with Josh in paradise, but you also missed your own bed. You still hadn’t given Josh an answer about being his girlfriend or not. He didn’t pressure you though. He was as sweet and nurturing as he had been before he asked you. You wanted to get back to your routine with your friends and family to really think about how Josh would fit into your life. 

Charlotte dropped you off  at home first. Josh hopped out of the car to give you a proper good bye. The sky was gray, and all that could be heard was the cars passing by and an airplane overhead. It was a stark and unfortunate contrast to where you had just spent the most magical weekend of your life. 

“Well I...I suppose you’ll get back to me?” Josh said lifting one of his eyebrows slightly at you. 

“Just give me a few days. Is that ok?” You responded. 

“Sure.” He said in a sigh. “I get it” He said bringing you in for a hug. 

“How long will you be gone?” You asked.

“A couple weeks. We’ll be on the bus most of the time, but text me and I’ll make time to FaceTime you.” He answered. 

~~~ 

“Why do they only have sandwiches here?” Beverly whined. 

“This place is literally called Sandwich Inc.” You said laughing at her. 

“ANYWAY! So what happened?! Tell me everything!” Beverly practically shrieked. 

You went into great detail about the trip. How he kissed your forehead while you watched a movie on the plane. The romantic, barefoot, dinner. How you made a game out of everything, and joked about ridiculous scenarios that had you both in stitches. You told her that he got Jake to record an acoustic rendition of an Elvis song so he could sing to you. You told her he asked you to be his girlfriend.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up! That is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard!” You swore Beverly’s eyes were going to pop out with any more excitement. “What did you say?” Beverly looked at you suspiciously. She was aware of your past, and how difficult it was for you to allow people in, romantically, these days. 

“I said I needed time to think about it.” You said looking down at the menu. 

“You what? I have no idea how you have that kind of will power!” Beverly huffed out. “You know he’s going on tour soon and he’s going to be all around his groupies. What are you gon-” 

“EXACTLY.” You said loudly, cutting her off. You were torn, and scared. You knew exactly what it meant if you said no. “I know he’s surrounded by girls, and that’s why I’m terrified to say yes and look like an idiot when he shags some girl in the green room.” You said feeling the jealousy running through you at just the thought of it. “This isn’t my first rodeo.” 

Lunch with Beverly ended with more laughs about the trip, and she caught you up on the fight she was having with her mom. All the while you felt a nauseous feeling at the pit of your stomach. You realized you were too far gone. You wanted to avoid being hurt, but you hadn’t considered how much it would hurt for Josh to leave on tour without being your boyfriend. If you said yes, he could cheat on you and shatter your heart into pieces. Or he could be your perfect partner that listens to you, nurtures you, and pushes you to be a better person. If you said no, you would never know. You’d be breaking your own heart before it even started. 

~~~ 

A laughing and smiling Josh appeared on your phone as the connection on FaceTime buffered. He was on a 7 hour drive to a gig at a venue the next state over so he happened to be available once you came home from lunch with Beverly. You could see Josh was talking but all you could hear was white noise.

“I think you’re on mute?” You said giggling. Josh's lips continued to move as his soundless speaking became more and more animated. You were so intrigued by what he was trying to tell you, you started to get impatient. You turned the volume all the way up on your phone and were about to tell Josh you couldn’t hear what he was saying, when you heard Sam’s voice booming out from behind Josh. 

“Where’s the booze!” Sam shouted. You could see him standing in the tour bus hallway in what looked like swim shorts, and a light yellow T-shirt. His hair up in a messy bun with a transparent blue sun visor that casted a blue tint onto his eyes. 

“I was trying to prank her, SAM! Thanks for ruining it!” Josh shouted back before breaking out into laughter. “I still got you!” Josh teased you showing off his adorable gap in his teeth. You laughed, in defeat, as he had indeed got you. Josh wore a white T-shirt and his curls took up a lot of the screen as he turned to kick Sam out of the bunk area. 

“Okay I’m back.” He said giving you the floor to finally give him an answer. He flashed you that classic Josh smile that puffed out his pink cheeks, and made your entire body melt. 

You took a deep breath, and began to explain.

“I did a lot of thinking, and I came to the conclusion that there is only one possible answer I can give you. The moment I saw you at Donna’s Corner, I felt electricity between us. This weekend was incredible. I’ve never felt so seen, and nurtured. I’ve made bad decisions, I’ve dated assholes, and I’ve given way too much of myself. I’ve been cheated on, and gas-lit. I’ve been through many things that keep me from trusting people. I could act on fear and compartmentalize my time with you as a fling, or a friends with benefits situation. I could convince myself that I’m ‘protecting’ myself. I could pretend what happened the last night in Mexico was just sex. I could pretend I didn’t just completely give myself to you. I could, but I would be lying. What I feel with you is out of this world. In the short time we’ve known each other, you’ve made me feel safe. You’ve inspired me, and helped me feel joy again. You’re helping me believe in love again. So I know this is a long answer for a yes or no question but I’m not done.” Josh laughed and waited for you to finish. “ If I let you walk away I’d be making a huge mistake. This might blow up in our faces. This might be the beginning of a beautiful thing. Either way I’m ready, and the answer is yes.” You searched Josh’s face for what he might be thinking. 

After a brief pause Josh screamed, “YEEE DOGGY!” and ran around the bus like a feral creature with rabies. You could hear Jake telling Josh to shut up. Everyone else was silent, probably used to Josh’s outbursts. 

“I wish I could see ya, and hug ya, and squeeze ya.” He said forcing a frown on his permanently joyful face. 

You laughed, happy with your decision, but unsure of the madness you had just signed up for. You wondered when you’d see him again, and how things would change now that it was official. The rest of the call didn’t feel much different except Josh kept calling you ‘girlfriend’ every chance he got. 

“Hold on girlfriend, I just got a text from Aaron.” The screen went on pause as you heard him typing a response. You ended the call after making plans to see each other in two weeks. Josh invited you to a bon-fire-get-together at Danny’s, and offered to pick you up at 7. Josh promised to FaceTime you at least once when they had down time and weren’t writing new music. Before hanging up Josh said,

“Talk to you later, baby.” Your whole face turned red and all you could respond was “Bye!”. Josh laughed and relished in your reaction before waving and hanging up.

~~~

Josh’s return felt like it took an eternity.  You spent your days listening to Fleet Foxes, imagining you and Josh frolicking in the forest. You went to an extra yoga class, and watched documentaries about random things like mushrooms, and the life of Ernest Hemmingway. All in the name of distracting yourself. There was an obvious divide between the time before Josh, and the time after Josh. However, you knew you would have to build a life around his absence. You went hiking and reconnected with yourself, reminding yourself how beautiful and resilient you are. How whole you are, and how lucky Josh is to be with someone like you. You had promised yourself a long time ago, that you would never disappear in a relationship again. 

~~~

One afternoon, as you made your way to your apartment you stopped to check your mail, and found a Postcard. It said,

“Missing you. - J” 

You grinned and put it to your chest. You really enjoyed the romantic gestures. It really helped remind you, that he was thinking about you too. You walked home and put it on the fridge next to the picture of both of you at the beach in Mexico. It was a little blurry because you were both laughing, but you loved how candid it was. 

In the remaining days of Josh being on the road, you found it almost impossible to think straight. Everywhere you looked was a soft shade of pink. Josh kept you in the loop as much as he could, by sharing funny anecdotes of the boys clowning around every now and then, and sending pictures of cute dogs he saw on the street. Josh was so endearing even when he wasn’t around. 

~~~

The Black Keys were blasting in your bedroom as you finished getting ready. You felt like you were going to meet Josh for the first time. You sprayed a little perfume on your wrists and rubbed them together. Your mind was going wild with flashbacks of Josh’s gaze as he pounded you into orgasm in Mexico. Your hands were starting to sweat and you felt relieved when the anticipation was over. The doorbell rang, and you knew it was Josh. 

You opened the door and nothing needed to be said. You pulled each other in and had a very long and overdue kiss. 

“Ready?” Josh asked when he was finally ready to let go. 

“Ready.” You said as you walked over to his Jeep. 

When you arrived, Josh introduced you to everyone, gently guiding you with his hand on your back. 

“Mother, this is y/n. She’s my girlfriend.” Josh grinned, “The one I told you about.” 

Josh’s mom had a joyous glow about her. You saw where the twins got their show-stopping smiles. 

“Hi Mrs. Kiszka” You said feeling your heart begin to race. You felt excited but a little overwhelmed by this big moment. 

“Oh honey, call me Karen.” She said welcoming you in with a hug. “Josh be a gentleman and get your girlfriend and your mother a drink!” She said laughing. “He hates when I tell him what to do.” She said hiding her mouth from Josh. 

Karen asked you about the trip to Mexico, and was curious about what you did for work. It was easy to talk to her. She didn’t take herself or anything too seriously. She was funny, and you were relieved when you managed to make her laugh. Josh reappeared with two copper mugs. 

“Oh wow a Moscow mule!” Karen said taking one from him. 

“No, Sam’s making margaritas but we ran out of glasses apparently.” Josh responded handing the second one to you. You and Karen took a sip at the same time. You both wrinkled your faces to the burning amount of tequila that overpowered the lime and burned the inside of your throat. 

“Samuel!” Karen shouted followed by her explosive laugh. “It was nice meeting you honey. I need to go teach my son how to make a proper margarita.” She said turning and walking towards the back door of Danny’s house. The bon fire was large, and you noticed there was remnants of cardboard and different charred materials laid like confetti around the fire pit. You could just imagine all the boys burning different things to pass the time. The back yard itself was quite large, and glowed with an ebbing and flowing between orange and red. Dark lines waved in abstract patterns as the fire created shadows against the patio furniture, and its guests. Everyone was socializing by the fire except for Jake, who sat at a distance playing “Take Me Home, Country Roads” By John Denver on an acoustic guitar. You thought you could faintly hear him singing but you weren’t too sure.  

You were introduced to everyone else as the night went on. There was a mix of family, friends, and people on the Greta Van Fleet team. You were particularly awestruck by how vibrant and sweet Ronnie was. Josh’s dad can only be described as jolly and free spirited. Danny’s family was soft in their demeanor and well spoken. His mom was witty and hilarious. You had waved at Jake after he finished playing the song, and he waved and lifted his chin at you with a smile. Danny came up and asked how you were, and where Beverly was. Sam was still in the kitchen making a mess for a while until he decided to come out to the party. Sam was one of those people who was heard before he was seen. 

“Hey!” Sam shouted “Y/N I heard Josh forced you to be his girlfriend. It’s ok you can be honest.” He said laughing. 

“Yeah the knife to the throat really did it.” You said chuckling. 

The night was wonderful as you watched Josh in his natural element, connecting with people and making them laugh. People were drawn to him naturally, and he had a way of getting people to get existential and deep. He was so good at including you in the conversation, and always made a point to listen when you were talking. As the night went on and people began to leave, the group became smaller and more intimate. Eventually it was just you and the boys, with Ronnie. Danny pulled out a joint from behind his ear and passed it around after lighting it, and hitting it. 

“Do we care for some music?” Jake asked plucking random notes on the guitar before starting to tune it. 

“Let’s jam it out.” Josh said getting up. He disappeared into the house briefly before returning with the marvelous jingling of his tambourine. 

Sam and Danny also left and came back with instruments. Sammy had another acoustic guitar. Danny brought his drum sticks and a single snare drum. You all sat in a circle as the joint continued to circulate. It made its way back to Danny who finished it and tossed the roach into the fire. 

“What’s it gonna be?” Jake asked the group. 

You sat between Ronnie and Josh which made you feel safe, but not bold enough to make a song suggestion. 

“Something groovy.” Josh said as he tried to think of something. 

“These Boots are Made for Walkin!” Ronnie shouted with her eyes wide with excitement. She turned to you and told you about how the four of them had learned this song and performed it at family events when they were little. Jake kicked it off with the slight twang in his playing. Josh joined with his tambo, and Danny filled in the drums. Sam tapped his foot for a little while before melding seamlessly into the fantastic ensemble. At first only Ronnie sang the words,

“You keep sayin' you've got somethin' for me Somethin' you call love but confess You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't 've been a'messin' And now someone else is getting all your best” 

When the chorus hit, you and everyone else belted the lyrics in unison. 

“These boots are made for walkin' And that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you” 

You had never felt anything like it. The energy emerging from the instruments, mixed with all of your voices made the hair on your arms stick up with goosebumps. You glanced over at Josh a few times, and each time he met your gaze smiling and shaking his tambourine with much fervor. Everything felt so right, like you had finally arrived. You all continued the jam session, with intermissions for more beer and grass well into the night. 

It was late and the energy was decreasing. Danny offered to let you and Josh crash in the guest room once you were ready to call it a night. 

“One last song. We should show the girls the song we just finished.” Josh said looking around at his brothers and Danny. 

“But then we’ll have to kill them.” Jake joked and he adjusted his guitar strap in preparation. 

“We won’t be releasing this for a while.” Josh said with the implication that this was exclusive, and super secret. You and Ronnie shared a giddy smile, and turned your attention to the twins who walked onto invisible marks, as if on a stage, in front of the fire pit. 

“Can you light my love? Flames glowing bright as the sun Deeper than oceans you run Watch as our world has begun “

Josh’s singing cut through the night air straight into your chest, and a sudden flutter tickled your belly from the inside as he belted out the words to the poem he wrote in Mexico. You swayed incredulously at the beauty, and power of Josh’s voice. Watching as red stardust lifted from the fire behind Jake and Josh. The night ended with the soft sound of singing, and guitar dissolving into the cold dark sky. 

[shaalk]

My housemate's man- Chapter 3

Type: Chaptered

Characters: Sehun x Reader, Jongin x Reader

Genre: Cheating Au, Smut, Fluff, Romance, Angst

Warnings: Infidelity, dirty talk, (slight) nipple play, fingering, hair pulling, choking, creampie, cum eating, (slight) spanking

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Sehun is cheating on his girlfriend with me, her housemate. He thinks we’re just using each other’s bodies, and so do I at first. But then my heart suddenly comes into play.

Words: 3437

Tags: @myexoobsession @mooneyyay-blog-blog @bubbleteavery @pimpnameyannie @a-teez-4-exo @jvsmine19 @iluvybs @babygirlwithsadsoul

Mini masterlist | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

I’m sitting with my legs to my chest, still top-naked after my steamy session with Jongin. My chin is resting on my kneecaps and there is a permanent pout on my lips. I’m still sulking over the fact that my boyfriend didn’t stay over.

I sigh and glance at the wall clock across from me to see that it’s already past 1am. I don’t have work the next day but I do have some errands to run, and I want to do them early so that i’m home before Jongin comes over.

Just as i’m mentally planning my to-do list for the following morning, I am interrupted by a yawn. My eyes start losing focus and are struggling to stay open. I know I should really take my shower. I honestly would have skipped it if not for the feeling of Jongin’s crusty, dried up cum on my face.

Nevertheless, I get off my butt and trudge to my ensuite. I don’t bother washing my hair because that will cost me another hour in the shower. I just do a quick body rinse, a proper facial wash and scrub, and then call it a day.

As I pat myself dry and walk out of the bathroom in just my towel, I recall Jongin’s face when I told him I was going to blow him. His mouth was parted and his eyes were so wide, he looked like a lost kid. I grin and giggle to myself.

My boyfriend is the cutest!

“Ahem.”

“Shit!” I squeak, flinch and involuntarily let go of my towel.

Sehun is perched lightly on my vanity table with a revolting, smug smile painted on his lips. He’s only in his boxers, as usual, and I am completely frozen on the spot. My brain is shouting at me to pick up the damn towel to cover my exposed lady bits, but my limbs aren’t cooperating. The muscles in my body have totally stiffened up.

“Mmm, what a pretty sight, baby girl,” Sehun lowly whistles in appreciation and hops off the table.

He bites the side of his lip as he drinks in the sight of my bare body. My heart starts drumming in my chest.

I am too paralysed to move when Sehun starts inching towards me. He is quite a distance away, but even then, I can see the desire swirling in his orbs.

“St-stop!” I manage to stutter, panic evident in my voice.

I can’t believe Sehun actually listens to me. My body finally becomes mobile again so I swiftly stoop down to grab the towel and shield my body from his ravenous gaze.

“What the heck are you doing in here? Haven’t you heard of knocking?” I narrow my eyes on the intruder.

I am beyond pissed. How dare he come into my room without permission? At the back of my mind, i’m cursing myself for forgetting to lock the door after Jongin left. But then again, who in the world enters someone else's room unannounced? So, I settle on not faulting myself for this scenario.

Sehun smirks and crosses his arms over his chest while he scans my towel clad body. How is it that i’ve already covered myself up but his dark gaze still somehow makes me feel naked? I actually start squirming under his scrutiny.

The male merely shrugs unapologetically.

“Just came to cuddle, I know how much you love that. Too bad your scumbag boyfriend couldn’t even do something as simple as that even though you gave him a mind-numbing blowjob,” he comments casually and fiddles with his fingers.

My jaw unhinges and I swallow the lump forming in my throat. My palms are starting to sweat and I think my stomach is churning.

“How-how do you know that?”

Sehun grins like a Cheshire cat.

“You weren’t exactly trying to be quiet sweetheart. It’s as if you wanted me to hear everything.”

I roll my eyes and avert my gaze from him. 

“Sorry to burst your bubble, Sehun, but not everything is about you, you selfish prick!” I counter, infuriated.

I hear mocking laughter and see movement from the corner of my eye. I immediately turn to face the culprit because I know he’s up to no good.

I hold my breath when Sehun gaits towards me. My eyes glue themselves to the happy trail leading down into his boxers and the obvious v-lines of his pelvis, both pointing towards one of my favourite parts of his body.

“Waiting for this, baby girl?” Sehun questions as he sticks a hand into his boxers and pulls out his semi-hard meat.

I have to suppress a moan when I see the droplet of pre cum leaking from the tip.

“If your boyfriend doesn’t have time to fuck you, maybe someone else can help.”

Sehun starts pumping his length, getting it to stand proud and majestic.

I try to appear as unaffected as I can but when I rub my thighs together, I am positively drenched. My breathing harshens and I chew on the inside of my cheeks because I can basically taste him on my tongue. All I can think about is how much I really want to suck him off and have his load sliding down my throat.

But I force myself to look away. How could I be thinking such explicit thoughts about my housemate's man when I already have a boyfriend of my own?

“Get out,” I sound so timid and powerless.

If I was Sehun, I honestly wouldn’t listen to me. And i’m right because Sehun doesn’t heed a word I say, he doesn’t leave my room. My command is futile because it only spurs him to come nearer to me.

I am standing so still, just clutching onto my towel for dear life. There is a voice nagging at the back of my head, telling me to inch backwards or to just run into the bathroom and lock myself in, anything that can get me away from the cocky asshole padding towards me.

Sehun comes so close that there is barely any space between us, our foreheads and the tips of our noses are touching. His hold is on my waist, bringing me impossibly closer to him that I am forced to splay my hands on his naked chest, just so I am steady.

I should push him away, I really should. There’s desire pooling in me but my heart is in disarray. I am torn between ripping him the hell away from me and pulling him closer into my body.

I make up my mind when I feel Sehun's breath fanning against my lips though, because my resolve crumbles right in front of my eyes. The need for him overpowers my conscience and I willingly succumb to him like I always do.

As soon as I shyly slither an arm around Sehun's neck, he slams his lips onto mine, our teeth clash and he bruises me in the process. I unceremoniously let go of my towel again. When the fabric hits the floor, the male tugs me closer till I can feel his erect meat pressed up against my midriff.

I’m pretty sure there is a cut on my lip because I can taste iron. But it doesn’t faze Sehun at all. Instead, he licks the cut, back and forth, to soothe it. He starts greedily sucking and nibbling on my bottom lip and as usual, I give him the access he wants like I am bewitched. I moan into his mouth when his tongue comes into contact with mine.

I shouldn’t be indulging in the feeling of his lips on mine, I should be shoving him away. Where the hell is the warning voice in my head when I need it? The irrational part of my mind has solely taken over me.

By the time Sehun pulls away from my lips, we’re both panting for air and there is a string of saliva connecting us. I keep my eyes on Sehun’s as he swipes his thumb across my moist bottom lip and then brings it to his mouth to suck on it.

Sehun grabs me by the wrist and drags me in front of the mirror on my vanity table. He stands behind me and I swallow when I catch his hungry gaze traveling over my body through our reflection. I gasp when he experimentally tugs at my nipple and it immediately puckers up.

He tilts me forward by pressing on my back, till my hands are holding onto the table for support. My butt is perked out for him and I am standing on tip toes. Sehun gathers some saliva on his fingers and rubs circles onto my hole, lubricating me.

“Se-sehun,” my whine stops midway. 

I want to protest but every word gets stuck at the back of my throat when he runs a finger along my drenched slit. I swallow thickly when he circles my sopping cunt and slips a digit into my aching core, slowly stretching me out.

My eyes flutter shut and my head hangs back to rest on his broad shoulder. My eyes roll to the back of my head and when I re-open them lazily, Sehun is observing me expressionlessly. I squirm and moan with need when he licks his lips and bites the bottom one.

“You like that, babe?” His voice comes out a few octaves lower than usual.

My mouth parts and my brows furrow. I nod shakily, concentrating on the male's skilled fingers in me. Sehun rewards me with a narcissistic smirk.

I let out a ragged breath because Sehun pulls his fingers out of me when things were just getting good. But I immediately shut up when he shoves them in his mouth and sucks my essence off of them. He hums in appreciation when my sweetness infiltrates his taste buds. This only heightens my desire for him.

Sehun doesn’t waste any more time. He grabs his member and slides it against the length of my pussy for some lubrication. I am so needy that I can’t help myself when I start swaying my hips along to his movements and pushing myself back into him.

I feel the blunt tip of Sehun’s swollen shaft pressing against my snatch and in one swift move, he surges himself home. My hands fly to cover my mouth to stop the impending loud gasp that is threatening to spill out.

My inner walls immediately hug onto Sehun’s penis like they’ve missed him, and I think they really did because they aren’t letting up easily.

“Fuck, baby, your pussy is gripping me!”

And I can feel it too because Sehun is struggling to sheath himself into me fully. Usually I can take him in fully in a matter of seconds, but now it's taking longer than usual. Nevertheless, he is stretching my inner walls deliciously.

“That's a tight fit isn't it? Has your boyfriend’s cock ever reached this far into you?” Sehun snarls and tightens his grip on my waist.

Jongin is big but Sehun is much bigger and I obviously can tell because the latter fills me up more snugly than the former. After not fucking Sehun for months, my walls must have forgotten about his size. But now, they're expanding again to accommodate his thick girth and the pain, even though excruciating, feels so good that I am thrashing in Sehun's arms.

“You’re mine, you understand? Kim fucking Jongin is not going to take you away from me.”

I feel goosebumps forming on my skin and my mouth balks open, unable to spit out coherent words.

What is Oh Sehun? One day he’s telling me he’s never going to leave his girlfriend and then all of a sudden, he becomes possessive over me? He is fucking up all my rational thoughts and I just can’t understand what he’s playing at.

"Open your eyes and look at yourself, baby girl."

Contrary to Sehun's command, I shut my eyes tightly. I don't want to see the lewd image in front of me. I shouldn’t be doing this. I have a boyfriend for crying out loud! I don't know how many times I've repeated that in my mind and yet, I'm still not taking note of my own advice. I shouldn’t be fucking my housemate’s boyfriend.

Now we’re both cheaters.

Sehun bunches my hair in his fist and pulls my head back.

“I said, open you fucking eyes.”

I gasp and my eyes fly open when I feel the searing pain in my scalp, but it doesn’t matter anymore when I see how wrecked I look.

“Look at you, taking me in so well.”

Sehun's other hand spreads my pussy lips apart for me to see how slickly his cock is moving in and out of me.

“Do you think Kim Jongin can fuck you this good?”

Sehun lets go of my hair and chooses to choke me instead. He is holding my neck so tight that I am standing straight up, my body is flush against his. I gasp for air every time I feel his chest and stomach rubbing against my back.

“Who do you belong to, baby girl?”

My eyes are threatening to close. I can feel the familiar tug in my stomach, rendering my vocal ability useless. My throat tries to vomit words out, but nothing comes out when Sehun is hammering into me passionately with such long and deep strokes. I’m only opening and closing my mouth like a goldfish.

“Answer me, or i’m not going to let you cum.”

I stifle the moan that is about to rip out of my throat.

“I-I.......oh my god, please! Fuck me harder, deeper!”

“Say it! Say it or i’ll leave you hanging right now.”

Sehun cocks an eyebrow, waiting for me to answer him. I can just tell his patience is wearing thin already because his hips are snapping into me much harder and swifter, as if to warn me of my impending doom.

Out of the blue, everything stops. The atmosphere is silent, except for the crickets chirping outside my window on the warm night, and mine and Sehun’s harsh breathing. The high that was building up in me is slowly ebbing away at an agonising rate.

My eyes snap up to Sehun’s, my expression sombre and I almost want to weep. The male is only staring at me through the mirror with a look of finality and I know he won’t do anything until I give him what he wants first.

Lucky for him, I am way out of my head and am eager to comply.

“Y-you! I belong to you, Oh Sehun!” I frantically choke out, my voice laced with need.

My heart is pounding in my ears when those words leave my mouth. The worst part is that Jongin doesn’t even come into my mind when I spew that claim.

“That’s right, baby girl,” Sehun says with a shit-eating grin before he starts pistoning into me mercilessly.

I don’t regret my decision of giving in to him anymore because he is firing up the fuel in my body once more.

“This pussy belongs to me. You belong to me. If I catch you letting Kim Jongin here, i’m gonna punish you. Understand?”

I swallow and nod vehemently.

Sehun smiles dangerously and whispers, “good girl,” his voice thick with arousal. There is a foreign feeling in my heart and my spine tingles, i’m not sure whether in fear or because of Sehun’s sudden possessiveness.

The male starts rubbing on my clit relentlessly and soon, I turn putty in his arms.

“You’re such a good girl for me.”

My high is building up much faster than ever before.

“I-i’m....faster, please!” I cry out.

Sehun obliges, his hips ramming into me quicker.

“Give it up to oppa, baby girl! Cum hard for me!”

My body is trembling and squirming. My mouth hangs open in a silent scream, Sehun lets go of my neck and I bend over when I see white. My orgasm explodes and I can’t breathe. It is the hardest i’ve ever climaxed before, so much so that the pit of my belly almost hurts and I feel lightheaded.

Sehun buries his nose into the skin behind my ear and sinks his canines into the soft skin there, basically marking his territory. I whimper and throw my head back because my orgasm drags on for a little longer. My body is quaking violently.

“Do you think that little boyfriend of yours can make you cum as hard as you just did? No one can do that to you except for me. No one fucks you this good. Am I right, doll?”

“Yes! Yes, Sehun!”

I want him to dump his cum in me already.

Sehun is consistently banging himself into me, the echo of his thighs coming into contact with my butt and his balls smacking against my clit is so loud but we know Seulgi can’t hear it. When she’s asleep, she’s dead to the world.

Sehun manages to speed up his thrusts, almost to an inhuman pace. I reach under me to cup and fondle with his balls because I am greedy for his seeds. His thrusts turn messy and he lowly groans under his breath. His veins are almost popping out of his neck because he’s biting down on his teeth, concentrating on his release.

A second later, his cock jerks once, twice, and then he bursts, ejaculating streams of his warm load into me. But Sehun’s movements don’t cease. He continues ramming into me until he fully stuffs my womb with his sperms. I am almost bloated by the time he’s done.

Our mixed cum is sliding down Sehun's length and testicles, and I can just hear the significant splattering sound of the thick, milky droplets dripping onto the wooden parquet flooring under us.

I feel Sehun's cock softening and before I can gather my wits after that earth shattering orgasm, he is already pulling himself out of me. I moan wantonly when the remaining cream in me starts cascading down my inner thighs. I can’t find anything appropriate around me to wipe my legs with, so I resort to skimming the viscous liquid, and lapping it up fervently.

I yelp when Sehun’s smacks my ass.

“That’s my good girl,” then he winks at me greasily.

I am gripping onto my vanity table for dear life, my eyes are transfixed on Sehun’s every movement through his reflection in the mirror. He picks up his boxers and slides them on. My heart starts palpitating irregularly when he runs his fingers through his disheveled, faded platinum locks.

As if he can hear the sounds from my chest, Sehun’s gaze flits to meet mine. He steps towards me and tucks my hair over my right shoulder so he can leave a trail of soft kisses on my back.

“I’ll leave now, baby girl, but you have to remember my words ok?”

I am staring at Sehun incredulously because I have never heard him speak this tenderly before. Not to me, or even to Seulgi for that matter.

I lick my lips and nod because i’m captivated by this new side of him. Sehun offers me a rare, small smile and pecks my hairline before he is out of my room.

After Sehun leaves and I hear Seulgi’s bedroom door close, I curse as I sink down onto the floor like a falling leaf when I let go of my vanity table. I am fully worn out and so sore. I don’t even have the energy in me to crawl to my bed.

As I contemplate on if I should just sleep on the floor for the night, my phone beeps. I heave and struggle to stand, like a baby giraffe learning how to walk for the first time, before making my way over to my nightstand with wobbly knees. It is a feat but I manage to take small steps while holding onto the furniture around me for support.

I have a pending message from Jongin.

Jonginnie: Night baby girl, i’ll see you tomorrow.

Just seeing the words ‘baby girl’, my mind drifts to Sehun. My chest constricts and my stomach churns. I am horrified.

What have I done?

I barely get a wink of sleep all night because all I can think about is how i’ve betrayed Jongin.

But that’s not all, Sehun’s possessive words are playing over and over again in my mind like a broken record.

I am so confused, I don't know what I want anymore.

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Only A Heated Touch Truly Conveys The Sentiment | Yahari Ore No Seishun Love Come Wa Machigatteiru. Kan. [EP 11] | Yukinon x Hikigaya/Hikigaya x Yukinon [Yukigaya] 

Transcript:

(Yukinon and Hikigaya begin walking up the bridge)

Hikigaya: “Sorry to drag you into this.”

Yukinon: “It was inevitable. There’s no way I could have refused in this situation.”

Yukinon: “Seriously, what are you doing?” 

(Yukinon, in denial, that after everything, Hikigaya persistently tries to be with her)

Yukinon: “I don’t get this at all.”

(Yukinon slightly ahead of Hikigaya, walking up the entrance of the bridge)

Yukinon: “It actually felt terrifying watching my own family get coaxed along like that.” 

Hikigaya: “I wasn’t really doing anything of the sort.”

Hikigaya: “To be honest, I’m terrified by the fact that they just backed down.”

Yukinon: “Good point.”

Yukinon: “My mom and sister definitely aren’t the type to give up that easily.”

(Hikigaya, awkwardly asking if he can move ahead because he has a bike, Yukinon shakes her head in disagreement) 

Yukinon: “That look my mother had... It was the same one she has when she looks at my sister.”

Hikigaya: ���Do you mean she acknowledged you?”

Yukinon: “She might have given up on me instead.”

[...]

Yukinon: “Why did you say something so absurd?”

Hikigaya: “That was the only way I could stay associated with you.”

Yukinon: “...Huh?”

Hikigaya: “With the club ending, we’d lose our only real place of contact.”

Hikigaya: “I couldn’t think of another excuse to you to come to me.”

(Yukinon stops in her place, as Hikigaya moves up slightly ahead)

Yukinon: “Why would you do that?”

Yukinon: “What about your promise? I asked you to grant her wish.” 

Hikigaya: “We could say that this is a part of it.”

(Hikigaya puts the stop on his bike on the bridge)

Hikigaya: “Because she told me she wanted you to be a part of our afternoons filled with nothing.”

Yukinon: “Then there was no reason for you to do all of that...”

Hikigaya: “As if.”

Hikigaya: “Acquaintances, associates, friends, classmates. You can call it whatever you want. But I have no confidence I maintain that kind of relationship.” 

Yukinon: “That may be true for you, but I’m going to do this. I’m going to get better at doing this!”

(As Yukinon, walks out of Hikigaya’s way creating distance between them)

[...]

Hikigaya: “This may hurt to hear, but both of us have pretty much zero communication skills, and we make things too complicated.”

Hikigaya: “Not to mention that we’re absolutely terrible at socializing!”

Hikigaya: “I don’t think we can start doing it well now!”

Hikigaya: “Creating any distance between us won’t be the end of it, and I’m positive we’ll just drift apart even further apart!”

(Hikigaya starts to run after Yukinon as she walks further away) 

(Yukinon begins to walk faster and further away as Hikigaya reaches out his hand) 

(Hikigaya realizing that Yukinon is getting too far away)

(Determined - Hikigaya, begins to gain speed and run after Yukinon)

Hikigaya: “That’s why...!” (as he grabs Yukinon’s hand) 

Hikigaya: “If I let you go, I can’t grab hold of you again.” 

Hikigaya: “This is extremely embarrassing for me to say, and I’d like to drop dead right about now, but...saying all that stuff about  “taking responsibility” was totally insufficient...I don’t feel an obligation to do this...It’s more like I want that responsibility. Or rather ...I want you to let me have it...”

(Hikigaya, finally lets go of Yukinon’s hand, and they blush and look away from each other for a brief moment) 

(Yukinon rubbing her wrist and hand, where Hikigaya held tightly) 

Hikigaya: “It might not be something you’re wishing for, but I want to remain involved with you. This isn’t about obligation, but desire.”

Hikigaya: “So...allow me the privilege of distorting your life.” 

(Yukinon shocked, realizing what he really means) 

Yukinon: “What do you mean “distort”? What do you mean by that word?” 

Hikigaya: “Well, I don’t mean that I have enough influence to change your whole life or anything. I think both you and I go on to university like normal, reluctantly join the workforce, and then go on to live decent lives. But if we’re involved with each other, we’ll take detours, stay at a standstill, and things like that, right? That’s why I’ll distort your life a little.” 

(Yukinon sighs in relief, and then smiles, knowing what Hikigaya means) 

Yukinon: “If that’s what you mean, then my life’s been distorted for a while now.”

Hikigaya: “I agree.”

Hikigaya: “We met, talked, learned, and then separated...and at each my life got distorted.” 

Yukinon: “But you were already distorted from the very beginning.” 

Yukinon: “I was, too, though.”

Hikigaya: “And things are going to get even more distorted. But as long as I keep distorting your life, I intend to pay a price to make up for it. ”

Hikigaya: “Well, I have basically have no assets, so the only things I can give you are time, emotions, the future, a life and other vague stuff like that. I’m not living much of a life, and I don’t have a lot of prospects for the future. But as long as I’m involved in someone else’s life, I have to give something, otherwise it’s not fair.”  

Hikigaya: “I’ll give you anything and everything, so please let me be involved in your life.” 

[...]

(Yukinon blushing and somewhat upset)

Yukinon: “You’re wrong...There’s no balance to that at all!”

(Yukinon, upset, knowing very well, that is completely unfair for only her to rely on him) 

Yukinon: “There’s not that much value in the path that I walk to the future.” 

Yukinon: “In comparison, you have...”

Hikigaya: “That’s a relief, then.”

Hikigaya: “As it stands, there’s not much value in my life. It’s an unpopular brand that has so little value it can’t get any lower than it already is. It’s basically bottomed out. In a sense, you could consider it a principal-protected investment. Now’s the best time to buy in!” 

Yukinon: “You make it sound like a huge scam.” 

(Gently punching Hikigaya’s chest)

Yukinon: “Learn to present yourself better!”

(Yukinon, upset, knowing Hikigaya is worth much more than he always tends to describes himself to her) 

Yukinon: “Why are you standing there spouting all this stupid stuff that doesn’t matter? There’s something else you should be saying!” 

(Yukinon, knowing full-well he is talking about “love” but does not have the bravery or courage to be upfront about it) 

Hikigaya: “I can’t say it. No way. You really think I can put that into words?”

Yukinon: “I think I may be a very tiresome person to deal with.”

Hikigaya: “I know that.”

Yukinon: “In any case, I’ve done nothing but cause you problems.”

Hikigaya: “I’m used to that.”

Yukinon: “I’m stubborn, and I’m not very charming.” 

Hikigaya: “Yeah, that’s true.”

Yukinon: “I wanted you to deny that part, though...” 

(Hoping Hikigaya would at least deny one thing about her) 

Hikigaya: “That’s a tall order.” 

Yukinon: “I feel like I’ll only become more useless as I continue to rely on you.”

Hikigaya: “Which means I just to have to become more useless than that. If we’re all useless, then no one is.” 

Yukinon: “And also-!”

(Yukinon tries to deny every moment of Hikigaya doing everything for her)

Hikigaya: “It’s fine.” 

Hikigaya: “I don’t mind how tiresome you get. Or how burdensome. I could even say that’s a good thing about you.”

Yukinon: “What?” 

Yukinon: “That doesn’t make me happy at all!”

(As Yukinon, lightly jabs at Hikigaya’s chest)

Hikigaya: “Ouch...”

(Yukinon, then gently grabs and tugs a small part of Hikigaya’s scarf)

Yukinon: “There’s more than that, right?” 

(Yukinon puts her hand down, then Hikigaya grabs her hand, and puts her hand on his heart)

(Surprised, Yukinon looks back at Hikigaya as he does this)

Hikigaya: “It may not be enough compensation for distorting your life, but well...I’ll give you everything. If you do not want it, then throw it away. If it’s annoying, then just forget about it. I’m still going to do it regardless, so I don’t need you to reply.” 

Yukinon: “Well, I’m going to say it clearly.”

(Yukinon then grasps part of Hikigaya’s blazer then begins to lean on him) 

Yukinon: “Please allow me to have...your life.” 

Hikigaya: “That’s stiff.” 

Yukinon: “I don’t know any other way to say it, so deal with it.” 

(Yukinon completely leaning on him, almost crying)

(Hikigaya, then fully embraces Yukinon, and they hug each other) 

Preface

Hello everyone, so I used to have a Tumblr a long, long time ago; 5 years to be exact; but have chosen this time, because on this very site I used to endlessly blog and jot down so many theories and thoughts about the possibilities - the sheer possibilities, of this couple, this ship being a thing.

AND THEN IT FINALLY HAPPENED. 100% CONFIRMED. 

THERE ARE NO WORDS THAT CAN DESCRIBE HOW HAPPY I AM.

7 YEARS

3 SEASONS

38 EPS 

AFTER STORY CONFIRMED TO BE IN THE WORKS

Sadly, I do not have the receipts or any core theory pieces or fragments from my past blog because it was wiped. Attempting to reconstruct any form of it from past memory, from what I thought from this, solely came from the fact Yukinon and Hikigaya, despite having so many disagreements and dragging each other down almost in some instances - they always watched out for each other. They always did. No matter if it was Hikigaya for Yukinon’s sake, or Yukinon for Hikigaya’s sake even in the some of the most simple scenarios.  

I always thought the beginning of S3, was so daunting because the sheer separation of the Service Club caused so much anguish, because each one of them felt for a different desire for another. Although, the entire premise going out of his own way to be there for Yukinon. Is absolutely the cutest and most romantic proactive thing someone could do for someone they ‘genuinely’ loved. 

Yes, I did go out of my own way to write the entire transcript of that five minute sequence because it is so incredibly memorable, cute, and heartwarming. As many have claimed from the start, they were absolutely meant for each other, knowing how much they rely, trust, and lean on one another. The writing is just so beautiful and always gets my heart pounding, and I practically cry every time. I could watch this a million times, I could never ever grow tired of it. Protect these two AT ALL COSTS 😭💗💗💗💗 it being well worth the seven years of waiting, was such an understatement, I am so excited for whenever the After Story for these two gets animated. My heart will not be able to handle it. 

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The boys see you cuddled up with your cat (BAYVERSE)

This is like the dog one, except with cats and kinda different scenarios (I’m running out of scenarios so sorry if they are either short or not unique)

(c/n) = Cat name

Leo

-You invited him over without any other context so he was pretty confused the whole way to your apartment

-He went through your window like usual since it was open but didn’t see you in your room

-He start going towards the living room when he saw you in the kitchen with your adult cat on your shoulder while you cooked

-The cat started to give him a death glare

“Umm..Why do you have a cute, but also intimidating looking cat on your shoulder (y/n)?”

“Oh, hey Leo. And this is (c/n), he/she has separation anxiety and he/she likes to sit on my shoulder while I cook.”

“Also is he giving you a death glare?”

“Yes..”

-After 30 minutes of being around (c/n), the cat got used to Leo and even let Leo pet him/her

-Leo has mixed feelings on your cat

Donnie

-Your cat recently got spayed/neutered and it was hilarious to see how angry he/she was with the cone on

-Donnie wanted to come over so he decided to do that, and he saw you laughing at your cat while he/she was grumpily laying on your lap

“You never told me you had a cat..”

“Hey Donnie, and I’ve had him/her for a bit.”

“Did you spay/neuter him/her recently?”

“Yup, (c/n) is not happy with the cone of shame on his/her head.”

-You continued to laugh as your cat just stared at Donnie with the most grumpy expression you have ever seen

-Even Donnie snorted a bit at him/her

-Donnie loves you cat and thinks he/she is adorable

Raph

(I love those blue eyes! They remind me of Leo’s beautiful eyes)

-Raph wanted to check up on you before patrol ends and what he saw was the most cutest thing ever in his opinion

-It was you sleeping on your back while a cute cat slept on your stomach

-He slowly came into your bedroom and pet the cat while admiring your sleeping form

-It might seem creepy but he didn’t realize that until he came back to the lair

“Goodnight sweetheart, and goodnight to you too little guy.”

-He kissed your forehead and scratched behind your cats ear before he left

-He made sure to ask about the cat in the morning

Mikey

-Your cat was really playful, but will get very tired when he/she had played enough

-You invited Mikey over to meet your cat and play with him/her

-Mikey got there just in time when your cat was collecting his/her energy in you lap

“He/She’s so cute!”

“Thanks!”

-You pulled out a cat toy and your cat started playing instantly

-Mikey loved playing with your cat and loved giving it treats after doing a trick

-After a long time of playing your cat got tired and layer down in your lap. You leaned against the couch while Mikey put his arm around your shoulder and rested his head on your head

-You all fell asleep happy

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helplessly fall for you

i swear i don’t really know who’s my bias this era😂 if you want to listen to the song that inspired this scenario, it’s Helplessly by Tatiana Manaois, 

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It's not that easy with you here But I know I want you to stay

“Baby”

“Hey, why are you awake?”

“You weren’t next to me, what are you doing?” Mark asked as he hug you from behind, resting his head on yours

“Just some paperwork I need to finish, go back to sleep. I’ll go after you” you said then kissed his arm infront of you. You felt a kiss atop of your head before he detangled himself from you, walking somewhere in the apartment. 

It was pretty late, Mark just came back from promotions and decided to stay over for the night since he didn’t have any early schedules tomorrow. You told him he should just rest back in their dorm but the boy instead, and he knows you won’t be able to say no to him anyways. 

You hear him moving around the kitchen, thinking about checking in on him but he was already walking back to where you were sitting, holding two mugs in both hands passing one to you and taking the seat beside you

“I made tea, no more coffee it’s too late”

“More reason why you should go back to bed, baby. You have work tomorrow” you smiled at him, hoping to convince him to rest

“I’m alright, I’m fine here”

“If you say so” 

It took longer than expected because when you finally clicked save and sent the file, when you looked beside you Mark was fast asleep. How he could sleep sitting up, you don’t know but you’re sure it will probably make his neck ache in the morning. You shut off your laptop before turning to your boyfriend, gently shaking him awake

“Love, come on let’s go back to bed. You don’t look too comfortable there” you chuckled at his sleepy expression, giving him a kiss on the cheek just because he looked so adorable

“Are you done?” he asked groggily, “Mhm, let’s go back to sleep. Not here Mark, on the bed” you laughed when he fell back on the couch. Pulling on his arm to lead him back to the bedroom.

How do you manage to keep me going? But somehow you keep me from going

“I’m so tired, I don’t even know how I’m going to survive this week”

“You good, bro? You look like you need some sleep” you hear your favorite boy chuckle from the other side of the line. Unlike the other day when he was allowed to come over, his schedule was too busy this week

“I’m already finished with half of my exams but I feel like I haven’t accomplished anything”

This isn’t the first time you ranted to Mark about your academic struggles, usually he just lets you have the time and talk your heart out. You’re always grateful for him because even in times he’s very very busy, he still makes time for you. 

“Well just think of it this way, you’re already done with half of it just a little bit more and you’ll be finished with all your exams. Plus you studied your cute little butt off for this, I just know you’ll do great”

“What did I do to deserve to you?”

You don’t hear an answer from him for a couple of seconds, thinking the call might have been dropped. 

“You deserve me because you’re you, now go rest after this okay? Don’t forget to eat dinner first and please go get some sleep, no more staying up until the next day”

“Yes boss man, you too. Love you”

“Love you too, baby”

See, you distract me, but I'm distracted without you I don't know how to focus, baby, teach me how to

“No no this is the right chord, you know I’ve been teaching you how to play the guitar since we started dating” Mark said with a cute teasing smile directed at you

“And I can’t focus on it because you’re too distracting”

He playfully shoves you before taking the guitar from your grasp, “Besides, why would I need to learn if I already have my boyfriend to play for me” you said then kissed him gently on the cheek

“You’re the one who said you wanted to learn, in case you forgot missy” he booped you on the nose before proceeding to play some random chords

“Maybe one day, I have you to teach me anyways”

I helplessly fall for you

“You think years from now we’ll still be like this?” you asked,

“What you mean?”

“like do you think we’ll still be as in love as we are now?”

He looked at you straight in the eyes, not saying a word then the tiniest cutest smile was playing on the corner of his lips

“probably not”

come again? did you hear that right?”

“I’d probably love you even more than I do now, I mean like I already love you so much. Sometimes I can’t help but think just what good did I exactly do in my past life to deserve you, I pray everyday and thank Him for sending you into my life because you are the biggest blessing in my life. And one day, when fate allows us I’ll be watching you walk down the aisle to me then I’ll fall in love with you some more. In the future, when I hold our first kid in my arms I’ll look over at you and fall in love even more. Years and years from now, this is exactly where I want to be. Looking right into the love of life’s eyes and telling her how she makes me fall more and more in love with her everyday”

You can’t really say anything after that, because just like him you are also falling helplessly for him. With the little things he do, the little smiles, the long calls at night, the quick morning cuddles and everything in between. 

“You’re that confident I’m going to marry you?” you joked

“Like you would ever say no to me” he said then tackled you in a hug

“You’re right, it’s always a yes when it comes to you Mark Lee”