#OH FUCK WHY DIDNT I DRAW THE EYEBROWS

[nemisisnemi]

last old art post i think?

blood & injury cw!!!

#OH FUCK WHY DIDNT I DRAW THE EYEBROWS #IT LOOKS SO WEIRD WITHOUT EYEBROWS #ANYWAYS CONTEXT: #the body is an artificial life form that an oc has put their consciousness inside of bc their old body was too injured #but this oc's old body was practically falling apart #and by the time they got to the new body their old body didnt have the strength to carry it to the lab they work on properly so....neck gra #and like accidentally dropped it a few times before they got to transfer their consciousness to the new body #hgjcnncn im bad at explaining oc lore #tldr: oc makes new body but old body is too weak to properly carry it so it gets dragged and roughly handled #art #old art #oc #original character #original character art #slight blood warning #injury warning #i cant remember anything ab this oc outside of this drawing so it mightve been a one-off oc #old art spam #nemi also likes drawing bloody and creepy shit bc it lets them get away w/ mistakes :D #sketch #oc art #oc artwork #oc artist #nemi rambles #nemi likes making their ocs suffer #nemi draws

[stuffeddeer]

DEEEER happy (late) new year 🎊

i been so busy with work 😭 hope you're resting well!

been thinking about dazai lately as i usually do, he would be such a fucking pain in the ass if you gave him a drawing (if you gave a mouse a cookie style LMFAO)

it doesn't even have to be anything good, just some stupid doodle of a cat, and then he pesters you every day for a new drawing just for him

oh GOD and if you actually draw as a hobby? INSUFFERABLE, he'd probably dig through the trash for your discarded drawings or smth (smfh this man) and then complain cause why didnt you show HIM first instead of wasting perfectly good paper!

lol this is so stupid 💀

anyway byee -🩵

I’M SO GLAD YOU MENTIONED IF YOU GIVE A MOUSE A COOKIE BC THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I THOUGHT.

Your face scrunches up as you stare down at the corner of your paper. Would it be weird to give this to him? The last thing you want is to be perceived as some weird stalker, and you know he'd find a way to tease you for this. But... is throwing it out worse?

"Hey, Yosano," you tapped her on the shoulder before taking a seat on one of the medical cots she was working near. "I have a question for you."

"Shoot," she speaks listlessly, continuing to clean up the many medical papers littering her desk. It's not that she's uninterested, just a little out of focus.

There's a clear hesitation, causing the doctor to spin and look at you. Fiddling with the torn paper in your hand, you sigh. "This is probably weird, but, I drew Dazai."

"Don't see how that's weird," she replies, an amused smile on her face at your awkwardness.

"Well, I doodled him, I should say. Just in the margins of my r-report— " that you tore up. Oops. " —because he was across from me. And I could just throw it away, but I could give it to him. Would he think I'm a total creep if I offered it up..?"

And after a pep talk from Yosano, you found yourself standing beside Dazai's desk. His eyes lit up, having already noticed long before you had even registered it that you were drawing him. Everyone at the Agency was aware of your hobby, a few members having taken small doodles in the past, and Dazai was excited it was finally his time.

— that, along with your continued glances between him and your page earlier made it obvious it was him.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" He asks slyly, his tone higher pitched than normal and mischievous. "Are you visiting little ol' me just to say hi?"

"Not quite. I drew this, if you want it." Trying to swallow your awkwardness, you hold out the paper scrap to Dazai. For a small sketch, it was surprisingly detailed. So this is how you viewed him, hm? He'd always known he was pretty, but...

"Is it possible to fall in love with myself?"

You choke back a laugh. "Alright, Narcissus. I'll take that to mean you like it?"

Dazai nods happily, jumping from his chair to rest his body weight onto you. "More more more! Please? Next do us together! Or even us kissing," he wiggles his eyebrows playfully.

The laugh finally bubbles over as your hands rest on Dazai's sides. "Get back to work! Or Kunikida will stop letting me draw at work, and then you'll have nothing."

"So that means if I stop, I'll have more?" He grins, his face close enough to yours to make you stumble back.

"Do you have to be so close? You're so clingy," you mutter, still holding his sides to keep him from coming closer. "If you get off, I'll consider supplying you with more doodles. Maybe."

And Dazai immediately jumps off of you and back to work.

#HAPPY NEW YEAR????? #this rq has been a long time coming IM SO SORRY 😭😭😭 #im still sick and haven't written in a while Sorry If This Is Bad! #🦌anon #🦌anon🩵 #🦌request #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd imagines #bsd scenarios #bsd fanfic #bungou stray dogs fanfic #bungo stray dogs fanfic #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai bsd #dazai imagines #dazai fluff #bsd fluff #my real return was gonna be this nikolai fic about biting but i just heard all the wilbur mcyt stuff so mayb we postpone that one !

[saelique]

CHEAP BEER & FRIDAY NIGHTS

cinna’s note : wrote this at 2am n finished it in a library. why do toddlers scream s’ much D: my feet hurt ;;

tw : blood, guns, the usual mafia stuff, one death threat, alcohol ( beer ) ft. chuuya + mori, can be seen as platonic or romantic, angst / fluff !

the last time you see dazai osamu was when you were in your apartment, opening cans of beer to drink and eating cheap food from a convenience store nearby your home. 

it was a normal saturday night, one that happened every week. talk about stupid stuff with him and fall asleep on the sofa together with nothing but a thin blanket to keep you warm, the lights still on. 

you expected to see him when you were in your office, hanging around to escape his workload. until you don’t. 

you didn’t think too much about it. he’ll be back tomorrow. maybe he got sent on another mission without your knowledge, and so you buy some extra food in case he decides to crash by. 

seconds, minutes, hours which turn into days passes. and you presume he got killed by the boss. not really. 

you ask around when work is over, hoping for some sort of news, only to receive confused glances. then you realise you haven’t asked nakahara. he was nowhere to be seen as well for now.

the elevator’s doors open and you step in, only to hear a greeting. 

“hello.” 

a shiver runs down your spine when you recognise that voice. “oh. hello boss.”

awkward silence falls and you can barely breathe, choked by the heavy air. petrified. you were scared. you never knew what made this man so fucking intimidating but you guess its because he looks the most normal out of all of you. but is practically a monster behind that facade of being fake nice. 

“you’re the girl that ex-executive dazai always hangs around with.” he commented, a smile on his face. “yes.” you manage to nod, before his words struck you. “ex-executive ?” you repeat, eyebrows furrowing. 

“yes. he defected a couple days ago. unfortunately no one could contact him.” he sighs. “a shame, dazai truly was a treasured subordinate.” bullshit. 

“I take it that you weren’t aware ?” “I was unfortunately occupied with reports. I apologise.” 

but why would he leave ? it doesnt make sense. and if he left, the people close to him would be suspects. and didnt he say that the port mafia was really where he belonged- 

oh. then you remember why you were stuck in the office with another worker for the whole day doing stupid paperwork. 

that bitch had known that you would be questioned. 

“dont worry,” that sickening sweet voice again. “well, I’ll have to go now. see you around.” he says, when the doors open and then he left. 

you sigh, then walk your office. you bite your tongue, so hard that it draws blood and you can taste the smell of rusted nails in your mouth. 

you walk to your desk and pull out a drawer full of small notes from him. taking one out, you rip it into small, tiny peices, coloured paper fluttering down the ground.

“you’re taking this better than I expected.” nakahara walks in, bottle of wine in hand. “I thought you would go out, look for him and then murder him.” 

“why is there wine ?” “wanna drink ?” you pause before silently agreeing. “sure. lets just go back to my apartment. dont wanna risk anyone seeing me drunk.” 

shockingly, four years pass quickly when youre preoccupied with shitty work. 

you ended up being nakahara’s assistant, a promotion that you hadn’t expected honestly. but the pay was good so you didnt have any issues. 

when you come back from printing some reports at two am, you find chuuya sitting in his couch, legs spread and his hat covering his face, asleep, soft snores escaping his lips. 

you hum, covering his sleeping figure with a blanket you found draped on the side of the couch, taking your briefcase and fixing your appearance, you left the building. 

waving over a cab, you quickly went into it and gave directions to your apartment, tired and wasted from the long hours. 

it soon stopped, signaling it’s arrival. mumbling a thanks, you stepped out of the taxi after paying. 

you walked up the stairs slowly, feet aching from your heels. when you arrived to your door, already key in hand, ready to insert it into the lock. but just as you opened the door a crack, you stopped short. 

the light was on. 

swallowing a groan, you grabbed a gun from your belt and kicked it open. 

“get out from your hiding spot or I’ll shoot you in the head ten fucking times.” 

“aww, but you’ll shoot me even if I come out.” 

what the actual loving hell was he doing here ? 

turning around, you pointed your gun at him, rolling your eyes. “the fuck are you doing here dazai ?” 

“it’s friday.” 

you scoff, still holding the gun up to his head. “we dont even do that anymore. leave.” 

“mmm . . . i bought some beer though, it would be a shame if you drank it alone-“ 

bang. 

smoke hisses behind dazai, a hole shot clear through the wall. only then did you let your arm down, glaring at him. 

“i’m not going to deal with this bullshit. I’ve had a long day.” 

“the last time we saw each other was today’s date. wouldn’t you like to catch up ?” when did he become so persistent ? he changed too much. but you did too. 

you put the gun down your coffee table, running a hand through your hair, defeated. “i’m going to take a shower, dont pull anything funny or I’ll be dragging your ass to the port mafia and handing you over to ozaki’s team.” 

“got it !” 

you end up screaming inside the shower the whole time. 

when you come back out wearing your usual clothes, hair still wet and your towel around your neck, dazai looks amused but thankfully keeps his mouth shut tight. 

he was already drinking a can of beer, and  you notice there’s small splatters of blood on his beige trench coat.  

“so, how’s everything back in the port mafia ?” he starts as you open a can straight from your freezer, a pop echoing through the room. 

“as usual. i got promoted to become executive nakahara’s assistant.” you relish in his pained and disgusted look, knowing the friendly rivalry in between them that usually caused fights and included random buildings exploding. 

“him ? that slug ? couldn’t you refuse ?” “the pay was high.” “hmph.” 

“hows things at your new job ?” you ask, “is everything better there ? you’ve changed a lot so I guess so. you’re not the dazai I knew anymore,” your voice cracks, “what the fuck were you thinking ?!” 

tears fall down your cheeks as you get up from your chair, grab his collar, “did you know how much I worried for your stupid suicidal ass ?!” 

dazai stays silent, chocolate brown eyes staring back into your own. you let go of him and plop down your chair. “things are alright. altough there’s a co-worker named kunikida who always nags at me.” he replies, not talking about your sudden outburst. 

you avoid his glance before getting up yet again. “i’m going to the toilet.” 

the faucet is running and you’re splashing your face with cold water. eyes and nose a bit red and puffy. 

it wasn’t any use crying. that dazai wont ever ever come back and it’s not something that you could control. 

when you come back, you find your beer is already almost gone, so you grimace and pop open another one. the second one for the night. 

“you’re working at the armed detective agency huh ?” you sigh, “I hope you manage to get killed in one of your missions.” “youre so cold.” “only to you.” 

“you didnt lose an eye after all.” you comment, staring at where his eye bandage had been. “was that really just for fashion ?” 

he doesnt answer and you dont talk anymore. 

it continues on for a while until he breaks the silence. “i’m sorry.” 

“im not accepting it.” 

“knew it.” 

silence envelopes the room yet again, and the only sounds audible is the clock ticking.

“I wont ever forgive you for a million years for pulling that. but, i’m quite a merciful person yknow ?” your words breaks the invisible wall in between you breaks a bit, cracks starting to form. 

he perks up in surprise, “what do you mean-“ “i’m willing to start over. but dont think I won’t try and murder you in one of those fights.” 

the young man chuckles, “alright then. to new beginnings ?” 

“to new beginnings.” 

#bsd x reader #dazai x reader #x reader #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x you #bsd x you #bungo stray dogs x reader fluff #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ : novels !

[im-done-with-this-im-out]

Protective (J.T x F!Reader) P.T2

Here you go @p4inis . The (not so) long awaited sequel to Protective. I didn't do any actual smut this time around but if anyone wants to see some send me a request!

WARNINGS: Sexual innuendos, allusions to smut, Jason Todd being the best boyfriend ever, Alcohol, Smoking, Cussin, SEXUAL HARRASMENT, Reader gets slapped on the ass, Misogny, R@pe culture, violence, jason punches a POS, Jason definitly has a daddy kink....

"That's much better."

“Oh is it now?” He teases. Jason walks into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet lid. “Honestly I thought the first one was better.” 

“Oh really?” you saw, pulling out your foundation, highlighter and concealer. You pull the beauty blender out of the drawer as well. Turning on the sink, you wet the beauty blender with lukewarm water. 

“Oh absolutely babes.” Jason pulls out a lipstick and your eyeshadow pallet. “I say you go with a classic red lip tonight.”

“You want red lips too mister?” You say, taking the back of the beauty blender to apply the three pumps of foundation you put on the back of your hand. Blending it out you say “If not I'd put that lipstick back babes.”

“Why.” he says, looking at the packaging of the tube, trying to see if there is some sort of marking that says he would get red lips too. During this time you open your concealer and use the wand to apply the product. 

“That lipstick transfers like a motherfucker. Get the liquid lipstick in there. The Huda Beauty one.” you blend the concealer out with the tip of the sponge, making sure to get under your eyes as well. 

“This ones the one I bought you for our anniversary right?” he asks. Pulling out the tube from the drawer, he places it on the counter. 

“Yeah. The one you claimed was, and I quote, ‘way too damn expensive’.” Placing the cap back on the contour stick you take the other side of the beauty blender to blend the product out. “Can you get me my setting powder and brush?”

“Yeah.” Jason reaches into the drawer once more, this time returning with the products you asked for. “God that fucking lipstick was way to damn expensive though.” he places hte items next to the lipstick. 

“Yeah 20 fucking dollars was way to damn much for someting i barely ever have the occasion to wear.” you pick up the setting powder and grab the powder puff inside, baking below your eyes, between your eyebrows, over your nose, on your chin and in the center of your forehead. “I’m honestly surprised you bought it for me in the first place. I was joking about needing it.” 

“Shit, really?” he laughs

“Yeah. I wasn't even really expecting you to even remember I said something about it.”

“I'm honestly so hurt that you think I don't remember stuff like that.” Jason places a hand over his heart, pretending as if he was shot in the chest. “I literally read and annotate books for you.” 

“True.”You grab the pallet out of Jason's lap and grab two brushes out of the drawer. “But it was so menial and we were watching tv.” You open the eyeshadow and grab the fluffy brush and get some of a light brown on it, blending it out all over your eye.

“I have entire notes on my phone filled with things you say you like or want.” 

“Really?” You ask, now grabbing a darker brown to blend into your outer corner. 

“Oh yeah. I'm constantly adding shit to them. Like the Baby Yoda Squishmallow we saw at Costco last week.” he says. He remembers how your eyes lit up when you saw the massive plushie. The way you would stare at it every time you passed by once or twice trying to subtly touch the plush. 

“Oh my fucking god, I didnt even say anything about that though! How do you know about that?” lastly you take a small brush with some black eyeshadow and place it directly on your waterline, lashline and in a general wing shape, before blending it out. 

“I can read you like a book my love.” Jason look s at you with admiration. Watching as you pull your eyeliner out of the drawer and draw near perfect wings on your eyes. “And god help me if you aren't my most favorite thing i've ever read.”

“You are just the sweetest Jason Todd.” You look over at him. He's sitting there staring at you, watching you with all the admiration in the world. “God I love you Jase.” You say as you lean in to kiss him on the lips. 

“I love you too, princess.” he says. Turning away from him with a smile, you grab the lipstick, applying a layer of the red liquid to your lips. “You look so kissable right now. God, I love your lips.” you look over at him and give him a slight smile. 

“And I love the taste that comes out of both sets.” he says with a smirk. 

“Jason!” you turn around blushing. You grab your eyebrow pencil and begin filling in the shapes. “What did I say? If you keep it in your pants all night i'll let you do whatever you want with me when we get home.”

“Don't have to tell me twice.” he stands up. “Imma go start the car and get a blunt rolled. I left the jacket on your bed.”

“Okay i'll be down in just a minute.” you respond. You grab your eyelash curler and make a few quick passes on both eyes, before grabbing the mascara and applying two coats. 

You throw everything back into the drawer and grab your lipstick and the necklace you left on the counter. Walking into your closet, you grab a pair of silver heels You had bought a couple of years back. Grabbing the jacket Jason left on your bed, you grab your keys, turn off the lights, and lock up the apartment. 

The Galla is loud and boisterous. Dozens of people from Gotham are here, mostly upper class old white men and their families, but a decent amount of paparazzi and the Wayne Scholars.

“I forget how fucking annoying these things are.” Jason complains. He lightly pulls on his tie, loosening it slightly to alleviate some of the pressure. 

“You also don't like a majority of people.” you respond. 

The night had been fun so far. Once you had arrived at the party, Jason dropped the keys to one of Bruces’ Rolls Royces’ with the valet and ushered you inside, past the blinding flashing lights of the cameras. 

When you both finally made it inside you had quickly done the obligatory meet and greet with at least 15 people and quickly shuffled off towards the bar. There Jason had gotten himself a Whiskey on the rocks and you a tequila Martini. 

Now, both of you hid in the northern corner of the room, at a small table nursing your drinks. “You don’t care for most people either sweetheart.”

“True, but I'm better at hiding it than you.” you take the last sip of your martini and stand from your chair. “I'm gonna go get myself a margarita. I'll be right back, baby.” You leave a small peck on his cheek before making your way over to the bar. 

“What can I get for you Mrs. Todd?” Alex joked. You had known Alex for years, having gone to highschool with him and even having scored the leading parts in your school's play during your guys’ senior year. 

“A strawberry margarita please Alex.” you smile at him. 

“Coming right up babes.” Alex winks at you. His affection had never been anything more than friendly. Alex had come out to you as AroAce in your sophomore year. 

You had allowed yourself to get lost in memories of the past before a voice cut your train of thought short. 

“Hey pretty lady. Are you here alone?” The voice was gravely and hoarse, tainted with decades of life.

“No actually. I'm here with my boyfriend.” You respond. You shift in your seat, trying to put as much distance between you two as possible without being seen as rude.

“He couldn't take care of you like I could.” The man places his hand on your thigh, Slowly inching it upward. “I could take care of you in ways you could never imagine.” 

“Here’s your margarita Mrs. Todd.” Alex says sliding the glass towards you, making direct eye contact with the old man next to you. 

“Todd? You're here with Wayne's Son?” The man asks. 

“Yeah, I thought it would be obvious with the leather jacket but I guess not.” You snark back. You stand up and turn around to walk back to Jason when you feel something small and sharp hit your ass. 

“Fucking excuse me?” You look up to see Jason standing right behind you. “What the fuck do you think gives you the right to touch someone else like that huh?” Jason lightly pushes you to the side as to put him right in front of the grimey old man. 

“She was asking for it wearing a dress like that.” Jason clenches his fists at the comment. 

“I'm sorry, what now?” Jason asks. Jason starts to stand taller, shifting his weight and getting closer to the man now. The interaction quickly gained a crowd of paparazzi and Guests alike. 

You softly grab Jason's right hand, holding it between yours and rubbing small patterns on back. “Baby leave him. He's just an ignorant old man. He-”

“He Fucking touched you, the ugly ass fossil deserves to be beat to a pulp.” Jason seethes. The man visibly grows angry at the disrespect. 

“Who you calling old, brat?” The man now stands up, barley coming up to jason's nose. 

“You. So step off or this will get ugly.” Jason warns, pulling you behind him, now holding your hands with his left. Jason puffs up bigger, trying to intimidate the man into fucking off.

“If she wants to dress like a prostitute then she will be treated like one. She deserves everything I did to her the Whor-” The man didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence before Jason punches him square in the nose. The punch breaks the geezer's nose as well as knocking him out cold. 

“Come on baby. Let's get out of here.” you pull jason along, pulling him out the back of the venue, towards the parking lot the valets were using. “Let's go home please.”

“When we get outside, take your heels off and jump on my back.” Jason instructs. 

“Yes, sir.” You respond. Jason lets a small ‘fuck’ out before just picking you up bridal style and kicking the door open. Jason proceeds to run towards the elevator spamming the button for the basement, where Bruce leaves some of his extra civilian cars. 

“You're taking one of Bruce's?”

“It's faster than trying to track down the damn valet with my keys.” He responds. When Jason gets to the audi R8 he opens the passenger side door and sets you down gently before closing the door and running around towards the drivers side.

“Take me home, Jase.” You say when he starts the engine.

“Anything for my princess.”

When you finally arrive back at your apartment, Jason pushes you up against the wall in the entrance way.both hands on your waist “Did that bastard hurt you?”

“No sir. I'm okay.” You respond, Jason pulls his left hand from your hip and places it on your neck, applying a small amount of pressure.

“Stop fucking calling me that or ill ruin you here and now.” Jasons’ pupils are blown wide, his hands shaking slightly and the bulge in his pants grows more noticeable by the second. 

“What, are you gonna punish me?” You tease. Jason tightens his grip on your throat. He shoves your legs apart with his knee and places it right up against your clit. 

“I said dont fucking try me princess.” You giggle a bit before he speaks again. “Im not in the fucking mood so dont.”

“Or what? You gonna ruin me?” Jason pushes his knee up, pushing it harder against your pussy

“That can be arranged,” he whispers. His whole body is shaking at this point, the mix of the adrenaline and the pure lust he feels clouding his mind. 

“Then ruin me daddy.”

Those four words spark something in Jason and before you know it, you're being thrown over his shoulder and tossed on your bed.

“Just remember princess, you asked for this.”

#jason todd #red hood #arkham knight #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #arkham knight x reader #jasontoddxreader #redhoodxreader #arkhamknightxreader #DC #DCEU

[1-800-c0sm1c]

꒰you get me so high !꒱

your old best friend (whom you very much still have feelings for)  is the last person you were hoping to see when you get into trouble in avidya forest.

character x scholar!gn!reader

includes tighnari !

warnings : none.

word count : 3914

a/n : sorry for being inactive ! i just got back from an mcr concert recently so i wrote the last half of this exhausted, i hope its coherent still ! i am so very normal about this fox boy (lying).

youre not sure whether youre just abnormally clumsy, or dangerously stupid, but tighnaris best guess is a little bit of both. 

you should know better than to walk around the rainforest by yourself, its common knowledge, but you were far too stubborn to listen to anyone elses warnings before you set out on your travels this morning. the most embarrassing part was that you didnt even find the items you needed for your latest research project for the akademiya before you wound up in trouble. 

you had made the rookie mistake of wandering away from the designated path throughout the deep forest, and before you knew it you had tripped and found yourself caught in some vines. no big deal, at least at first. attempting to free yourself, you found the hold around your body had become tighter instead of loosening up, and at that moment, you had realized youd fucked up.

the thorns had begun pricking into the skin of your arms and legs, and you cursed yourself for wearing a short sleeved shirt and shorts. you finally managed to swallow your pride and call for help, praying that you wouldnt draw attention to any hungry animals in the nearby area.

not too far away, a familiar pair of ears perked up at the sound of your distressed voice, making a quick pace over to where you were, quite literally, screaming from. although tighnari knew it was you the second he heard you, he still couldnt help but feel slightly shocked at seeing you in person again. he cant recall how long its been since you were studying side by side at the akademiya.

"alright y/n you can relax. struggling will only make the vines tighter, as youve clearly already figured out, and your screaming really hurts my ears." your eyes widen at the figure standing in front of you. out of everyone who could have stumbled upon you in the forest, tighnari was the last person you were hoping to see.

"oh.. hi tighnari. uhm, fancy meeting you here, huh?" you awkwardly laugh, hoping he doesnt ask you for an explanation before helping you out of your predicament. he raises an eyebrow at you. "any particular reason youre so far off from the designated trail? i thought something so obvious could get through your thick skull, but i guess i was wrong." you cant help but scoff at his comment, he hadnt changed a bit.

"you can lecture me all you want, but can you at least help me out of here first?" he sighs before examining the root of the vines, presumably figuring out how to free you while damaging the least amount of the forest possible. he looks at you for a moment, silently asking if its alright for him to touch you, and when you nod your head you feel his gloved hand firmly wrap around your upper arm. "your muscles are too tense, relax them." he states. you try to let go off all the tension in your body, but when you do you only feel the thorns dig deeper into your skin. you can begin to feel blood drip down your limbs.

tighnari gently unwraps the vines from around your arms, being careful to not rip the thorns from out of your skin. he places them on the ground next to you, before kneeling in front to unwrap the ones around your legs as well. youre not sure why, but something about the position change makes this whole situation just that more flustering, and you try your best to hide your red face from him. of course he notices it, but he simply assumes its just from embarrassment and continues his work.

after all the vines have been unwrapped from your body, tighnari grabs your hand and leads you back towards the path. he mentioned something along the lines of "not trusting you to walk behind him without getting into more trouble" under his breath as you walked back to the ranger station.

you cant stand the awkward air between you two, and casually ask "what were you doing all the way out here, anyway?" without even looking back at you tighnari quickly responds with "its my job as a forest ranger to patrol these areas, is it not?" ah right, you probably could have guessed that. you mentally beat yourself up for that one. but although tighnari seemed uninterested, hell never grow tired of your seemingly stupid questions, despite yourself being a scholar, he finds it amusing. a cute smile is secretly on his face the rest of the journey.

upon arriving, tighnari leads you to his workshop, and instructs you to sit on the lone bed while he fetches the remedies for your wounds. you glance around the room, there isnt much personality in the decor but you suppose theres only so much you can do while in the middle of avidya forest.

not long after tighnari has returned with supplies in hand, and silently begins work on patching you up. you feel small under his stern gaze, and eventually opt to staring at the floor like its the most interesting thing in the room. both of you can sense the tension, but whether its not commented on because of fear or stubbornness is a question that may never be answered, no matter how many knowledge capsules one may use.

you hiss when tighnari applies ointment to some of the deeper cuts, and he fights back the urge to apologize. of course its going to hurt, its stupid to even try to comment on it, he thinks. but he still finds himself muttering a soft "sorry" under his breath as his cheeks grow slightly red. he tries his best to ignore it, the awkwardness is all in his head anyways, after all.

"how humiliating to be made of flesh, am i right?" you notice tighnaris ears slightly twitch at your statement. "what do you mean?" he refuses to meet your gaze, for fear his face will end up warmer. you hesitate before answering, "well, for starters, you finding me like that in the forest was not how i expected us to meet again" you both feel your body slightly tense up again, talking about how you felt was never really a common occurrence between you two even when you were close. feelings only get in the way, its the research that matters at the end of the day. a bit of a stupid rhyme but you and tighnari were even more foolish to believe it.

tighnari debates on if what you said is even worth commenting on. nobody necessarily wants to be found like that, but hes not sure how he feels about it being you of all people that he stumbled upon. he refuses to ponder about it any longer and instead, he silently nods his head, before entirely ignoring what you said and letting out a forced laugh. "you know, that other line you said is probably the smartest thing ive heard from you." you pout slightly at his words.

hes not the easiest person to talk to when its not about botany, you know this, but you cant help but feel that maybe your time apart had finally changed that aspect of tighnari, especially since its what you hated the most about him. 

he was so incredibly observant, his ears definitely helping with that, but yet he had an awful time reading the room, specifically when it came to you. or, more accurately, he chose to ignore any lingering thoughts, for reasons youre unsure youd be able to understand.

tighnari, on the other hand, disliked your stubbornness. he wishes you would at least listen to all his warnings about the forest, since its what he knows most about, but yet you would (and still do, apparently) wave off his words, invalidating not only his knowledge, but him. hes not sure how you havent gotten yourself killed yet, but deep down hes glad youre managing to stay alive somehow, even if its off of spite alone. 

that, and of course he wishes you would just ignore the tense atmosphere like he does, so you can both save your breath. many were surprised you had managed to find a friend in tighnari, as not many were able to say the same. they claim that opposites attract, and that couldnt be more and less true at the same time.

back then you both knew that something had grown between you, and yet you both refused to let it blossom for reasons the other cant comprehend. tighnari pretended the feeling wasnt there, inevitably drowing himself in research instead, and you werent going to be the person to say something first, so instead of something more, you had both ended up silently resenting each other. the longer this continued the more strain was put on your rocky relationship. when tighnari had announced he was leaving the akademiya, you had hit a stalemate. 

you assumed that the first night he was gone youd sleep better than you had in the entire time youd known him, but unfortunately you had found yourself unable to sleep. tighnari was usually there to the rescue when your insomnia was at its worst. but he was long gone now, and that was when you regretted holding in your thoughts before he left.

you swore the next time youd see him, youd either have finally moved past your emotions, or have the guts to tell him the truth. now that you had finally meet again, you wanted to scream at yourself for accomplishing neither.

shortly after, tighnari finished dressing your wounds, and mumbled a "finished" under his breath. he takes a seat on the bed next to you, silently stretching his back and neck. before you even notice what youre doing your hand finds itself stroking the base of one of tighnaris ears. your brain is on autopilot at this point, and you wish you could blame your actions on the medicine. 

tighnari was hyper aware the second you touched him, and he almost pushed you off the bed and yelled at you with how sudden your actions were. almost. he noticed the glazed look in your eyes, and he feels a little guilty for not connecting the dots earlier. youre exhausted, the stress from today seeming to be almost too much for you. so tighnari decides hell let you continue, since its so very obvious that you need it and he absolutely doesnt.

by the time you realize what youre doing tighnari is a flustered mess, a deep blush all across his face and neck. you can see his tail swishing behind him and him holding back any noises he might accidentally make like his life depended on it. you immediately retract your hand and he puts a hand over his mouth to muffle the whine that leaves him after you pull away. hes not sure if hes ever been this embarrassed in his life. 

"s-sorry. force of habit, i guess." you apologize, and tighnari refuses to meet your gaze. "its…. fine. you already know i dont mind if its you." he almost dies on the spot after his own words process in his head. hes immediately sputtering out "because we were close friends and all! and… i dont mind if its…ugh…" he facepalms, this is exactly what he was trying to avoid. you know he didnt mean to, but those words made you feel a pain in your heart nonetheless. were close friends, but not anymore. you knew it was true, but it felt taboo to even mention it.

what were his feelings toward you the entire time tighnari had been helping you? sure, you hadnt ended on good terms but he certainly wouldnt have come to your aid if he hated you, would he? he was all the more hard to read when hed trip over his words like this, tall ears falling flat.

desperate to change the subject, he glanced outside to see the setting sun, and swallowed his pride to ask you to stay for the night. "its late, you know. i think its best you stay here until morning if youre comfortable with that." you were now sure that the plant from earlier had killed you, there was no way he was seriously asking that, was he? you squeak out an "okay", surely the akademiya will understand why your research was a day late.

"i will… leave you to rest now. goodnight." tighnari stands up awkwardly, before beginning to walk out of his workshop. you quickly grab his hand to stop him and he looks back, confused. "why are you in such a rush? we havent caught up in ages, you know. surely im not boring you that much, am i?" he stares at you for a moment, before silently sitting back down next to you on the bed.

he sighs. "you should also know then, that im not the most interesting person to talk to." "oh im more than aware." you snicker when he glares at you. "so what is it then?" tighnaris not dumb, hes known you had something on your mind since the moment you met eyes in the forest. but now that youve been the one to further push the conversation, he doesnt feel as scared about continuing it.

he cant help but roll his eyes when you respond with "oh, i have no idea." he refuses to let you back down. "dont give me that. if you have something to say, you should just say it now and get it over with." you laugh sarcastically at his comment. "thats rich coming from you… but yeah, i suppose youre right. nothing good is going to come from keeping it in." 

you take a deep breath in, and look towards him. "i just want to apologize." okay, now hes confused. "youre sorry? sorry about what?" "im sorry for the way i acted when you left. for just… completely brushing off our entire friendship simply because…. forget it, it doesnt matter." 

out of everything you could have said, an apology was not on tighnaris bingo card. it was scarily uncharacteristic of you to apologize, especially to him. plus, this had happened who knows how long ago, so did it really even still matter? "i dont understand why youre bringing this up now. if youve felt guilty this entire time… than perhaps it is me who should be sorry."

you shake your head. "no, its because of my own dumb ego that i couldnt be honest with you. truthfully, even just admitting to that makes me feel a little sick, but i dont want it to plague my mind anymore, and hopefully it hasnt been bothering you." tighnari almost cant believe what hes hearing. your attitude has changed drastically since when you had first arrived, and your words are giving him whiplash. 

he ponders for a momemt before responding. "well, to be quite honest, i cant say ive thought about it much in recent years." ouch. "but i know its far out of your comfort zone to admit youre wrong, so… even though i dont find it to be a big issue, i accept your apology." silence fills the air, and none of the tension from earlier has dissipated. its thick enough to be cut with the dullest of knives. you feel defeated.

"was there… anything else you wanted to tell me?" yes, but the words die in your throat. tighnari decides to take a leap of faith. "well, im sure youve noticed it too, but… i can sense some… lingering feelings." you sigh. "of course ive noticed. but youre insane if you thought i was going to bring that up." he plans his next words carefully. "is that because it had something to do with… the reason why we ended on bad terms?" he sees your body tense up again, and nows the first time hes realized how intense your heartbeat is.

you turn away from him before answering. "what are you implying?"  "oh, i dont know.. maybe resentment? or perhaps… infatuation?... no, actually. id assume a little bit of both." you whip your head back towards him. "...what makes you say that?" he casually shrugs, despite the blush on his face becoming increasingly noticeable again. "lucky guess? obviously i was just assuming the feeling was mutual. you dont think were that different, do you?" he retorts. you sigh. "no, i suppose not." finally, some progress. the path up to this point was rocky, but this was something you both could work with.

“well, your assumption was… correct.” you mumble under your breath, almost completely forgetting about the fox ears decorating tighnaris head. “hmm… are you sure? you didnt sound too sure of yourself there. perhaps this hypothesis needs further testing before we can draw a conclusion, what do you say?” you roll your eyes at him. “how very amusing it is to use my work against me, it makes me want to puke.” there was an unfamiliar glint in tighnaris eyes. youre not completely sure when it first appeared, and perhaps that was a mistake on your part for giving him the upperhand in the single handedly most important conversation you two have ever had.  however you both had already come so far, so you decided to let him keep up his act. after all, you know hes never been much of a charmer, so why not see how far hell take it? 

“oh? youre feeling sick now? are you sure this isnt just a ploy for me to stay longer? youre  at least clever enough to know you dont have to lie to me to get me to pay attention to you.” however, who said tighnari was going to have all the fun? “now we both know thats not true. after all youre the one who agreed to stay to begin with, so why would i pull a stunt to further it? you clearly have no intention of leaving now.”

the atmosphere was slowly starting to become more bearable, even if only by a little bit. youre 99% sure that its the homemade medications alone that are fueling the fire in you right now, that and the cute fox boy in front of you and… hold up what are you even saying? this however, is completely unlike tighnari, to be so forward, and you can only assume its because hes finally let his guard down enough for the first time since he stumbled across you this morning. its dangerous, the way youre making him feel right now. it all feels too sudden and not quick enough at the same time. was he growing impatient? or falling farther and farther behind?

he was a fool to ever be honest with you, is what he would have said only hours ago. but now, for the first time in forever, tighnari doesnt know what to think. hes saying and acting in a way he never would, especially in front of a friend- if he was even still allowed to call you that. but the best part about no longer being friends is there is no worry of ruining the relationship if it didnt exist to begin with. that was how he justified himself, nothing to lose and everything to gain, it was all going almost too perfect. his body was on fire, and if he werent inside he would have assumed he was (somehow) overheating.

“you are right about one thing.” tighnari starts, hes staring directly at you, his intense gaze leaving you feeling unfairly flustered. “that im not going anywhere this time.” you raise an eyebrow. “this time? are you suggesting that… you dont want to go back to being strangers?” he almost wants to laugh at your question, but one look at the scared look on your face and he drops any hints of a smirk immediately. “oh come on y/n, does this erase your doubts?” before you even realize whats happening, tighnaris hand is gently holding your face, caressing your cheek. he glances at your lips, then back towards your eyes. before he gets the chance to ask first, you quickly stutter out, “c-could you kiss me?”  tighnari leans in closer, until your lips are directly on his. as soon as its begun, its over, and he is yet again staring drunkenly into your eyes that you notice have been glossed over for the majority of the time hes been sitting closely next to you.

“are you positive youre really tighnari and im not just asleep right now? because this is exactly how i had pictured this going in a dream, not just your casual weekday… or weeknight, i guess i should say.” he shakes his head with a sly smile on his face. “if it were a dream i bet wed both be way less nervous.” “good point. but do you have to keep staring at me like that?” you hide your flustered face in your hands. “like what?” tighnari asks, back to his completely unaware self. “like… like youre in love or something!” he lets out a laugh that was unreasonably cute. “confidence. dare i say its even more valuable to me right now than a knowledge capsule is to… well you. it just took something to finally ignite it i suppose.” “well im glad thats all it was, for a second there i was thinking you were secretly taking shots while i wasnt looking.” you laugh. “that could have worked too, ill have collei remind me to pick up some alcohol the next time i head into sumeru city.” “make sure you stop by the akademiya to share a glass with me if you do!”  “oooh, drinking on the jobs not a very good look for a scholar now, dont you think?” you playfully slap his shoulder. “thats not what i meant! just come by during a break!” 

the silence that fell over you two was different this time, it was comfortable. you found yourself resting your head on tighnaris shoulder. hes the first to break the silence. “so i guess this means we can start talking again?” “more than just that. dont you think we owe it to ourselves at this point? think about it, this whole time we were both living with this regret and just… chose not to acknowledge it! im no doctor, but i dont think thats good for our health.” he chuckles. “well i cant argue with that. although i will mention i didnt hear an actual confession of undying love from you yet.” “oh, is that what you were expecting? good luck with that. lets just be glad we got this far.” he pouts at your words. “you mean i went through all of this and i cant even get an “i like you, tighnari”?” 

you sigh extra dramatically, and lift your head off his shoulder. holding his face in between both your hands, staring at him the same way he did to you earlier. “i like you, tighnari. a lot, way more than younger me would ever admit to. and im thankful for whatever force of nature that brought us together again.” you place a gentle kiss to his nose, and he stops you from pulling away to kiss you properly.

tighnaris been unsure about many things today, but one thing for certain is you get him higher than any psychedelic mushroom he could stumble upon in avidya forest.

inspired by you get me so high by the neighbourhood , give it a listen if you havent before !

#✧;;↬ my work.❞┊🍓 #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #tighnari #tighnari x reader #tighnari x you

[p0is0nvalz]

I hope you are still doing requests! I love your writings!! can I request where the reader is Dustin's sister and is secretly dating Eddie and there are hints ( ie someone comments you smell like weed, Dustin telling him my sister has that same shirt, saw it on her floor the other day he had hid when he knocked, Dustin seeing you with a Hickey at school "youndidnt have that this morning " Eddie showing up with a matching spot) the rest of hellfire pick up on and is pointed out to Dustin. sorry it's a bit long

Requests are open!! And yes this is so cute omg i love this

Warnings: allusions of depression, sexual content, reader is super un-motivated,poor dustin is too cute for his own good😔, this somehow is a slight self-insert. Im sorry if this isnt what you wanted!

it started off with a one-night, no strings attached sex, but he kept coming back for more. He couldnt get the taste of you off his tongue.

Having eddie munson at your doorstep wasnt what you were expecting on a friday night all alone “munson.. dustin isnt here-“ “i didnt come here for him- fuck, i cant stop thinking about you” there was practically blisters on his lip from the continuous biting.

that had led to countless nights of sex with your brothers idol behind his back, slowly gaining feelings untill you finally started to date.

“hi dusty, how was your day?” He had just gotten back from school, you bringing him into a very warm embrace ‘she must have been in bed all day again’ dustin thought your daily “routine” wasnt healthy. Staying in your room in bed all day listening to the smiths and drawing whatever is on your mind, only getting up when taking showers, going to the bathroom or greeting him. If only he knew.

He hugged you back, ready to be filled with the strong scent of your scent “it sucked. Jas-“ he pulled away, sniffing you “y/n… why do you smell like weed?” His eyebrows were furrowed in worry “oh.. i was out with my friend” you tensed up which went un-noticed by him “really?” He smiled slightly. He was glad you were pushing people away less and less. ‘Isolating only furthers the hole you dug for yourself’ he’d always remind you.

“eddie..” you moaned out as you slid yourself onto his dick, eyes squeezing shut and bouncing up and down. That apparently wasnt enough for eddie as he held up your ass making you fall slightly and pounded up into you as fast as he could.

You were both face-to-face as he tilted his head, getting more access to your neck.

he was sucking and biting at your neck as you didnt notice, too mixed up in pleasure to think about it.

the next day, you were at home when you noticed. Dustin forgot his hat. You sighed and got up from the couch, deciding to be a good sister and delivering his hat.

Once you got there, you checked the time, figuring you would have to go into one of his classes. But no. It was lunch (you did a little cheer in your mind)

On the way there, you saw your friend val. You checked up on her while she just responded with the widest eyes she could, mumbling ‘dude i got pussy from chrissy goddamn cunningham’

“dusty. You absolute meanie, you made me drag my own ass into a car and to your school. Hey mike” you approached their table, ignoring the way eddie cat-called you jokingly “y/n you life saver!” His hair looked terrible, you tried to muffle your giggled by slapping a mouth over your hand and turning your head to the side “is that a hickey!? Y/n fucking henderson. Who the hell gave you a hickey!?!?” You dashed out of the cafeteria, running back to your car still giggling at your brother, hearing a faint “why do you have one too, eddie!?”

You were napping in eddies room when you suddenly heard the voice of your little brother. Your eyes shot up and you tried your best to listen to the conversation

“dude! My sister had that same shirt! She was wearing it today too! What a coincidence!” Dustin laughed as eddie laughed akwardly with wide eyes. “Whats in your room? Ive never seen it before?” Eddie sprinted to his door, covering it with his arms and legs “you.. you dont wanna go in there” eddie shook his head vigorously. Dustin was trying to find a was to get in there, eddies protests only making him more curious “you wont like whats in there!” Dustin finally shimmied into the room, scanning the room untill his eyes stopped. There you were, sitting up on eddies bed in a new shirt, eyes as wide as his.

“what the fuck.”

“Oh this isnt my room! Haha, silly me! What am i doing here?”

#eddie #vals works🕸 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x you #eddie my love #munson #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n

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devil's glare || katsuki b.

pairing: demon!bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 8.7k+

mentions: modern au where there are supernatural beings hiding amongst the population, no pronouns mentioned i think!, tho there might be implied fem reader idk, pining & lots of it, fluff, kinda spicy/suggestive near the end, innuendos galore, human reader, salt circles keep out demons if u didnt know tht

a/n: idk why but i felt like boo boo the fool while making the banner LMAO this wasn't supposed to be this long but i couldn't help myself. special thank u to @/reddriot, @/cellotonins, & my homies in the jjgc for helping me w ideas and giving encouragement!! ly<3 hope u guys enjoy!!

✧˖° bakugou katsuki is a powerful demon that you have the pleasure of dating. but when he pisses you off one day, you decide to get back at him in a pretty petty way: drawing a salt circle around you to force him to apologize.

"Hey! Whatcha up to?"

You glanced up, your eyes landing on the familiar slim figure of Mina as she stood a few meters away from you. You gave her a wave, your body nestled comfortably in the green beanbag chair you had in your cozy little living room.

"Hey!" you greeted her as you sat up slightly and adjusted your laptop on your thighs. "How'd you get in here? I thought I'd locked the door?"

"Spare key, remember?" She grinned sharply at you, holding up a pink hand that had a tiny silver key pinched between her thumb and index fingers. Of course. You rolled your eyes, flapping a hand at her so she could tell you why she was breaking into your house on a Saturday evening. "Soooo.... I thought we could hang, but I see you’re a bit preoccupied."

"Whatever gave you that idea?" you asked dryly, raising an eyebrow at her from behind your laptop screen.

"Gee, let me guess." She hummed as she tapped her chin before looking pointedly down at the wooden floor. You followed her gaze. "Maybe the fucking salt circle you have around you?"

You sighed. "Yeah, I’m kinda pissed at Katsuki. I don't want him coming anywhere near me, is all. For now."

She pouted at you, her arms crossing themselves over her chest. "But the salt circle also keeps me out, you know."

You cocked your head to the side and squinted at her—her and her pink skin and pretty dark sclera. "I thought you were a shapeshifter?"

"Yeah, but I'm also part succubus," she said as she puffed her cheeks out like she was a toddler and not a fucking supernatural being, pointing to the yellow horns that stuck out from her pink hair. You only shrugged at her.

"Sorry Mina, but I'm not getting rid of the salt circle," you told her apologetically. You were very comfortable and safe inside of it, thank you very much. You wouldn't jeopardize that, even for her.

"How long have you been like this anyways?" she asked, leaning her body against the opening to the living room that led down to the front door. "And are you... okay?"

Your expression softened at her concern. "I'm fine, honestly! Just a bit peeved at him, but he's a brat, y'know? Maybe the salt circle will teach him a lesson." You glanced at the analog clock that hung up on the wall to your right, just above the T.V. "I've been here a few hours now." That was a lie. You've been like this for the entire day, waiting for when Katsuki would eventually make his way back home. You were patient, if not stubborn.

"Riiight," she rolled her golden coins for eyes at you, "and where's Katsuki?"

You shrugged. "Beats me. The last time I saw him was this morning."

"So he doesn't know you did," she waved her hand at the floor, "this?"

"Nope! We had a bit of a…” you paused, searching for the right word, “...disagreement, and then he went off to do… whatever he does."

"Actually I saw him like, an hour ago with Eiji," she told you, standing up straight to rock back and forth on her heels. A dimple formed on her cheek as she curled her lips to the side. "He might be on his way back here, I dunno."

"Oh," you blinked at her, then ran a hand through your hair, "he might be, yeah. He usually comes back home around this time."

"Yup, yup!" She gave you a thumbs up only for her expression to suddenly twist into a sad pout. "So I’m guessing no hangout night?" She made a sadder face that drew a small laugh from you.

You gave her an apologetic look and sank back into your beanbag, propping your feet up on the small coffee table you had positioned in front of the couch. You’d made the circle large enough that it contained a decent amount of space in addition to the table and couch. "Aw, I’m sorry. Maybe some other day?"

"Boo, fine!" She let out a dramatic sigh, raising the back of her hand to her pink forehead. “When will I ever have you to myself instead of stinky Katsuki, my love?” You rolled your eyes in good nature, giggling at her antics. She shot you a grin, her skin shifting into a light brown shade as she gave you a little salute. She turned on her heels to skip her way out of the front door, lest she get caught up in the raging hellfire that was Bakugou Katsuki. "Call me if you need anything! Laterz!"

"Bye!" you called out wryly, a bit amused at her coming to see you for what was literally five minutes. You felt a bit bad, but well, you had other things to deal with.

The moment the front door clicked shut, you felt that signature ripple through the air that made the hairs on your arms raise—the one that always told you he was near. The temperature in the room got slightly warmer and you sighed, returning your focus to your laptop. You could see, from the corner of your eye, the way the shadows of your home seemed to be drawn towards the corner of the living room that was the darkest, right outside of the salt circle. You huffed. He was so dramatic.

You ignored him as he stepped out from the darkness, all tanned muscle and sharp, sharp claws. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, to your annoyance, his sculpted torso with all its rough scars on full display. Leathery, burgundy wings unfurled from his back, stretching outwards before curling neatly above him. Burning crimson eyes scanned his surroundings, his mouth opening in a fanged snarl as they eventually latched onto your form.

"The fuck is this?" Katsuki hissed as he stalked up to the circle and glared down at it as though it had personally offended him, his mother, and his father all at once.

"What?" you asked innocently, your gaze trained on your laptop instead of him. He let out another snarl at your lack of attention. "The salt circle?"

"No, the fuckin' T.V.—yes the fuckin' salt circle!"

"It's to keep you away from me," you informed him cheerfully, removing your feet from the table so you could stretch them out on the floor. You looked up at him when he made an angry noise. He started prowling around the circle, likely looking for any gaps in its circumference. He wasn't going to find any—you were very efficient when making it. Though, he certainly looked quite scary, stalking around you like that. Thank god you made the circle kind of big—he couldn't reach you at all, even if he wanted to try.

"You're pissed," he grumbled. He came to a stop somewhere near the T.V., his long, ruby red tail flicking back and forth behind him.

"No shit." You frowned at him, setting your laptop on the table so you could cross your arms at him from atop your throne of a beanbag.

He growled at you, an intimidating thing that came from the deepest part of his chest. You only tightened your position, glaring at him as he glared back with enough heat to rival the sun.

"'M not fuckin' messing around," he snarled, making himself appear bigger as he opened his wings a bit more. The black horns on his head cast shadows across his face in a way that made his eyes glow brighter. Like gleaming red giants in the night sky. "Get rid of the fucking circle."

"I'm not either," you huffed back, adamant on your position. "You need to stop putting my shit on the shelves I can’t reach!!! It’s annoying!!"

"You’re overreactin’," Katsuki said gruffly, hands curling and uncurling at his sides. Smoke puffed from his palms, little clouds of grey that dissipated in the air. “S’not my problem you’re tiny.”

"Am I?" you replied in irritation. "Speaking of that—making fun of how small I am in comparison to you is annoying as hell too!!"

He huffed and bared his canines at you. "Jus’ get outta the damn circle." He wasn’t acknowledging what you were saying!! The nerve he had.

"No." You frowned at him. He shot you a grumpy pout and started prowling around again, steps so heavy you could nearly feel them echoing through the floor.

You eyed him warily, leaning back slightly. "Are you going to stop teasing me? And apologize?" The way he scoffed and directed his glare off to the side told you what his response would be. You harrumphed and turned back to your laptop, pulling it back onto your lap. "Then I'm staying in here, whether you like it or not."

He growled some more. "Babe." You ignored him, tapping away at your keyboard. "Babe. You're bein' fucking dumb."

"Insulting me isn't gonna get you anywhere, Katsuki," you remarked dryly. He glowered at you.

"This is fuckin' stupid," he sniped at you. When you didn't say anything he swore loudly and shot his hands forward, aiming them at the salt circle. His knees bent slightly as he took on a fighting stance. "I'll jus’ blast this shit away! No way it's stronger than me—"

You snapped your head up, seeing the way his palms glowed a hot orange. Oh, he was being serious. You shouted at him, "Bakugou Katsuki if you blast a fucking hole in my floor I'll draw a salt circle around the whole house!!"

"I'll fix it." He grinned sharply, wildly, hands igniting in a blazing tangerine color that was a bright white at the center of his palms. You had just enough time to throw your hands over your head before a small explosion erupted throughout the living room. Your ears rang in the aftermath, your breaths bated.

You made a surprised sound, peeking your head from your arms to see the smoke that had swirled around you. Only, it was blocked by something, not able to enter into your space. You stood up and placed your hands on your hips as the smoke parted to reveal a scowling Katsuki. And a still intact salt circle.

You raised an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. "That just made me even more unlikely to come out, you know that right?"

Katsuki only snarled, hands still popping with tiny explosions. The scent of burnt caramel permeated through the air. "Whatever. Y'can't stay in there forever."

"Watch me," you retorted, the glint of a challenge shining in your eyes.

---

Katsuki wouldn’t leave you alone.

He was always lurking at the very edge of the salt circle, glaring at you so intensely you would’ve been dead ten times over if he had any power to kill with his eyes alone. You knew he was doing something trippy with his powers, forcing the shadows to cling to him to make himself look even scarier. He stayed in his more demonic-looking form, too—both you and him knew he could look normal if he wanted. If he was trying to intimidate you into submission, it wasn't working.

You bid your time, doing your best to ignore him and his dark presence at the corner of your vision. You watched a show on your laptop and snacked away at the takeout you were smart enough to order while he’d been out of the house.

Maybe you were being petty, maybe you were being mean, but well, he deserved to get knocked down a few pegs. The way he sometimes looked down at you—raising his stupidly perfect eyebrows—just got on your nerves. And when he purposely put your cooking supplies on the top shelves so you’d be forced to ask him for help… He knew what he was doing! He never allowed you to climb on top of the cupboards or on a chair either, always swooping in at the right time to snatch you by the waist and set you on the ground like you were a child and not a fully-grown adult. It was annoying! And also kind of… demeaning? Intentional or not.

You knew Katsuki. You knew his pride would prevent him from properly apologizing to you, especially since you were acting so pettily by not allowing him anywhere near you. He was stubborn, if not petulant, and this was what led him to sit outside your circle, pouting heavily at you with puffed cheeks. You were playing a game to see who would last longer, with the consequence being touch-starvation. And by god, you were determined to win.

A few hours passed like this, with him not moving from his seated position to your left. He had an arm propped on one of his knees that was bent up close to his chest. The way he hid his lower face behind it made the depth of his stare infinitely more piercing. He was clearly trying to burn the side of your head off, with how intense he was being. Luckily for you, you were basically immune, having known him for so long. You glanced over at him, the distance between the two of you, then sat up on your beanbag chair. It was getting pretty late and you were slightly sore from sitting in the same spot for so long.

You placed your laptop neatly on the table and stood up, stretching your arms and back out. It drew a deep sigh from you, and you rubbed at your hip before you turned to walk the five steps it took to get to Katsuki. You stopped just before the salt line and looked down at him. Then you waited, an expectant look on your face.

He glowered and shifted his long legs around so he could slowly stand up. Your head followed the motion, watching as he rolled his thick shoulders and stood at his full, towering height. His shadow drowned you, his burgundy wings extending out so it could curl above you in a threatening manner. You looked at him, ignoring the way he purposely flexed his pecs and cracked his neck. That wasn’t going to work on you.

So there you stood, pretty little you, dressed in fuzzy socks, sweats, and a shirt with a little bunny on it, staring up at this bristling, scowling demon as though he didn’t look like he was about to murder you with all the strength in his arms.

Katsuki snarled and his large hand shot out as though to grab you now that you were literal inches away from him. But something stopped him, something that made a vein pop out on his forehead. The muscles in his arm strained, but he couldn’t reach you. Couldn’t touch you. And you simply smirked.

“Giving up yet?” you asked him slyly, crossing your arms.

“Fuck you, human,” he bit back harshly as he drew back his hand. His voice was deep and raspy, nearly sending a shiver scuttling down your spine. His tail flicked irritably behind him. “Ya gotta get outta there eventually. Don’t y’have human needs you need to take care of before sleepin’?”

“What, like brushing my teeth and stuff?” You rolled your eyes and took a step back from him. He growled at you once you did, eyes unwavering as he continued to glare at you. “I can skip a night, if I have to, demon.”

His chin wrinkled as he pouted. “S’not proper hygiene.”

“Yeah, but I’m not leaving the circle,” you replied cheerfully as you walked over to your laptop to shut it down. You took a drink of water from one of the bottles you had on the table, swished it around your mouth a bit, then sat down on the couch so you could lay yourself along it to sleep on for the night.

You made yourself comfy on your side, bunching one of the couch pillows under your head and arms. Like this, you were facing Katsuki as he stood at the same spot you’d left him. He slouched forward, tucking his clawed hands into the pockets of the black sweats you’d bought him a while ago.

“You know, all you have to do is apologize,” you reminded him. You curled your legs up closer to your chest. “Isn’t that hard.”

Katuski looked like he was chewing on his tongue for a moment, the skin between his eyebrows wrinkled a bit. You waited to see what he would do, but something shifted in his expression and he only huffed loudly. He turned on his heel and stormed away in the direction of your bedroom, his feet stomping away at the floor.

You only rolled your eyes at his attitude, nestling further into the couch.

---

Something smelled good.

You woke up to it, your eyes still closed as you inhaled deeply. It was familiar and you found yourself peeking an eye open slightly in curiosity. You hadn’t taken off the lights in the living room last night—the light switch was outside of the circle—so you had to blink a few times to allow your retinas to adjust. You sat up slowly, rolling your neck and shoulders to get rid of the stiffness that came with sleeping on a couch for nine hours. You squinted then raised your eyes to look at Katsuki, who was standing beyond the salt circle with a plate in his hands and your tiny apron wrapped around his equally tiny waist.

“Morning,” you told him sleepily, one of your hands combing through your hair in an attempt to fix it.

“Made breakfast,” was his short reply, nodding his head at the plate in his hand. He lowered it slightly so you could see it was your favorite. You raised an eyebrow.

“Did you now,” you hummed as you leaned forward to grab your phone from the table to check the time. It was almost nine in the morning. You yawned and stretched your arms up in the air. You didn’t know if it was a demon thing or a Katsuki thing, but he was ridiculously good at cooking and he knew it. You were strong, however. It would take more than a home cooked breakfast to get you to crack. “You resorting to bribery?”

He scoffed loudly. “If it’ll get you to leave the fuckin’ circle.”

You smiled at him but didn’t get up from the couch, only slouching into the cushions further. You switched your attention to your phone, back to ignoring Katsuki for the time being. You had to bite your lower lip when he growled and sat down on the floor, still holding the comically small plate in his huge hands.

You knew you would be able to last much longer than him. But you had a bit of a problem—something you could only solve if you got a bit of outside help. You navigated to the messages app on your phone and opened up the chat you had with Mina.

hey, can i ask you for a favor, you texted her. You only had to wait a few minutes before the little typing bubble on her end popped up.

sure thing bestie. what’s up? kacchan bothering u? >:((

can you and eiji distract him for an hour or smth? i hv to pee like… rly badly LOL. This wasn’t something you’d thought out very well, apparently.

LMAOOOOO YEA SURE KSDHFKSJ go piss girl!!!

my bladder and i thank you and him very much <33

You let out a breath of air and rested your head back on the cushion. While it wasn’t an immediate problem for you, you knew it would be eventually. If Mina and Eijirou could get Katsuki out of the house for a bit it could allow you to freshen up in the bathroom, maybe take a speedy shower. You scrolled idly on your phone for a bit, physically forcing yourself to not look up when you heard his phone let out a ding. And then another. And another. Damn, what was Mina doing?

You heard him grumble under his breath for a few minutes. Then, he stood up and paced to the kitchen. You pretended to read something as he came back into the living room while pulling on a black shirt with a skull on it. His wings and horns were gone, and when you peeked at his eyes they were no longer glowing that bright crimson color they always were when he was around you or his friends.

“Be back,” he mumbled, not looking up at you as you waved a hand at him as a farewell. He stomped his way over to the front door and pulled it open, then disappeared into the outside world. The temperature in the house dropped slightly with his departure. You waited a few minutes after the door closed, holding your breath and straining your ears to see if you could still hear him. Then, you exhaled and jumped up. You jogged over to the salt circle and hopped across it, making a beeline for the bathroom.

It didn’t take you long to brush your teeth and take a quick shower. You had to keep in mind that you had limited time to really do anything. You shuffled around in your bedroom, your towel wrapped around your body as you picked through your clothes. Should you go for something casual again or something… cuter? Maybe dressing up a bit would make him more likely to fold. You hummed as you pulled out a nice shirt and skirt, then shifted in your sock drawer to pull out a pair of thigh highs. Oh yeah. You usually saved those bad boys for dates—Katsuki absolutely loved how you looked in them, you knew that. Not that he would admit that to your face.

You snickered as you pulled on your outfit and sprayed some perfume he also liked. Maybe a bit of lip gloss while you were at it. A cute hairstyle. Was this going overboard? Oh well!

Once you were done, you exited the room and headed for the kitchen. Your expression softened as you saw the dishes drying on the little rack you had for them. You pulled open the fridge and took out the plate of food he had neatly saran-wrapped. The mere act of him cooking this for you had something tugging at your heart. Even if it was to lure you out of the circle, you still appreciated it.

You spent a bit eating what he’d made, keeping an eye on the time all the while. You should still have about twenty minutes before he would return—assuming Mina was going by the exact hour like you’d told her. You polished off the plate and washed it before you tucked it on the dish rack. After heading to your room to fix up your face again, you steadily made your way back over to the living room.

But just as you approached the opening that led to it, you heard the front door open—felt the temperature increase once more.

You froze, snapping your head to the entrance to see Katsuki standing there, fifteen minutes earlier than you’d expected. His crimson eyes immediately locked onto your form, his hand still gripping onto the doorknob of the open door. You blinked at him, the way he tensed his shoulders under his shirt. You could see the way his burning eyes moved from your clothed feet, lingered around the exposed parts of your thighs above your socks, hovered around your torso and shoulders, stared at your shiny lips, before they eventually landed on your eyes. A beat passed. Then another.

You lunged for the salt circle, arms extended out before you as you ducked into a roll over the line of salt. A yelp left your lips as you felt the graze of his claws on your back. He snarled something as you landed on the floor on your ass, your heart racing a hundred miles an hour at the close call you just had. You brought a hand up to your chest and let out a deep breath of air before you twisted yourself around on the ground to look at him.

“You little fuckin’ minx,” Katsuki snarled, his body tensed at the edge of the salt circle as he bared his fangs at you. There was a ripping sound, his wings erupting from his back through his shirt as his horns sprouted on his head. His eyes sparked to life again, both of his hands pressed against that invisible shield you had to protect you. His tail whipped in a frenzy behind him. “Fuckin’ cheater.”

“Welcome home, handsome,” you greeted him with a mischievous grin, heaving yourself to your feet so you could brush your clothes off and properly face him.

“Y’got Raccoon Eyes and Shitty Hair to distract me on purpose,” he hissed out as a response, his eyes narrowing at you.

You shrugged at him and turned around to plop down on your beanbag again. “I dunno, did I?” Then, as an afterthought, you added, “Breakfast was great, by the way.”

He only growled at you some more—an angry thing that made goosebumps break out on your skin. You wisely elected to ignore him, snatching your phone from the couch to peek at your notifications. There was one from Mina, sent to you about ten minutes ago:

he figured us out!!! he’s on his way rn bestie run!!

If only you’d actually taken your phone with you. Then you wouldn’t have had to parkour your way into the circle.

Small explosions erupted from Katsuki’s palms, sparks flying into the air above them. His voice was low, dangerous, when he spoke. “Get. Out.”

“Apologize,” you said in turn, giving him a pointed look. When all he did was scowl at you, you shrugged and set your phone to the side so you could grab your laptop. “Then no.”

Katsuki kept a closer eye on you after that.

In retaliation to your change in clothes, you found that he’d stripped down to his briefs to reveal this thick fucking thighs and calves. You wouldn’t have realized if he hadn’t thrown his fucking shirt at you, nailing you right in the face in a way that made you jump. Then, once he realized he could throw things at you, he did the same thing with his sweats, hitting you in the face once more as you spluttered and looked over at him.

He only gave you a pointed stare as he crossed his arms under his pecs and leaned against one of the living room walls with his wings folded behind him. He was goddamn attractive—he knew that, you knew that, he knew that you knew that... You were determined to not let that affect you, however, rolling your eyes at his actions. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before; he couldn’t crack you like that.

You didn’t know how he wasn’t bored just standing there, watching you. At least you were able to keep yourself busy by doing work on your laptop or watching a show. But him? All he did was stare at you. It made you a bit self-conscious, but you couldn’t really do anything about it, could you?

At one point in the afternoon, he pushed himself off the wall and disappeared elsewhere in the house. You only spared him a glance, part of you wondering what he was up to this time. You got your answer when you heard a faucet turn on from the bathroom. Was he going to shower? You returned your focus to your laptop only to look up again when you heard him walk back into the living room ten minutes later. You immediately looked back at your laptop, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your staring.

“Ran a bath with those dumb salts you like,” Katsuki grumbled, wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. Somehow that was worse than him parading around in his briefs.

“Yeah?” you responded in what you hoped was an aloof manner. Enticing you with a bath was not going to work either—even with the implication that he would join you for once. “Have fun.”

He lingered a bit, as though to see if you would cave. But when you didn’t and merely hit play again on the episode you were on, he scowled and stomped away. You had to suppress a smile as you listened to him curse to himself in the bathroom. Maybe after all of this you’ll treat him to something for all the suffering you were causing. Maybe.

You almost didn’t notice when he wandered back into the living room after his bath, one of his hands rubbing at his damp hair with a towel while the other typed away at his phone. He’d finally pulled back on some sweats, though his chest glistened with droplets of water that ran down the inclines of his chest and abdomen. You snorted a little to yourself, then paused when the doorbell suddenly rang.

You looked at the front door, then at Katsuki. “Are you expecting anyone?” When he shook his head no, you glanced at your phone to check if you had any notifications. You didn’t. You looked back at him to see he had reverted back to his more human-looking form. “Can you go check?”

He only raised an eyebrow at you, pocketing his phone. “No. You check.”

You gave him an unimpressed look. “Katsuki. Go check the door.”

“No.”

You sighed—you knew what he was doing here. Before you could open your mouth to argue with him, however, the door opened on its own. Both your heads snapped towards it to see who’d entered. It was Mina again, to your confusion, gripping that little silver key in her fingers as she paraded in with a few other people. You recognized the familiar red hair of Eijirou, along with the bright yellow of Denki and deep black of Hanta. They waved at you cheerfully as they walked over.

“What… are you guys doing here?” you asked in surprise, setting your laptop to the side so you could stand up and walk to the edge of the salt circle. They were all normal-looking, though as soon as the front door clicked shut, their appearances shifted to their more natural ones.

“A certain pink shifter let slip what you were doing with Kacchan over here,” Denki said slyly, his black tail lazily waving behind him. He took one long look at the salt circle, then over at the constipated expression on Katsuki’s face, before he broke out in rambunctious laughter. One of Katsuki’s eyes twitched, his teeth bared in a silent snarl.

“We thought you could use a bit of company!” Mina snickered, one of her fingers innocently twirling a strand of her pink hair. “Maybe some encouragement!”

“I almost didn’t believe it,” Hanta choked out through his cackles, kneeling against the ground as he banged his fist against it. He raised himself up to wipe a tear from his eye, a wide shit-eating grin on his face. “Holy shit, Kacchan you really did this to yourself, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki grunted and his arms moved to cross themselves over his bare chest, the towel thrown over one of his shoulders. He glared at his friends, but they only ignored him, laughing harder at his expression.

“Man, all you gotta do is apologize!” Eijirou told him through his own sharp grin, the wolf ears on his head twitching slightly as his friends cackled around him. “It’s not that hard!”

“That’s what I keep telling him,” you huffed, a smile on your face. Katsuki only gave you the stink eye. You stuck your tongue out at him.

“We—” Denki coughed into his fist, his cheeks red from cry-laughing. “We d-didn’t just come here to laugh, you know.”

“Yeah,” Hanta added in, picking his lanky figure up from the ground to give you a fanged smile. “We came bearing gifts.”

You raised an eyebrow at them. “Gifts?”

It was then that you realized Eijirou was holding a small, paper bag. Hanta and Denki both reached into it when Eijirou held out to them. You looked at them curiously, then let out a pfft when they each pulled out a carton of salt and a small water gun, respectively. Katsuki let out a snarl when he saw the carton of salt in Hanta’s hand.

“Hell yeah!” You grinned widely as Hanta did a dramatic wave with his free hand and brandished the salt at you.

“Hell no!” Katsuki rasped, swiping a clawed hand at Hanta who let out a yelp and leaped over the line of salt on the ground to join you in your circle. “Soy Sauce Face, I swear to All Might I'll shove garlic so far down your throat you’ll be shittin’ cloves for weeks. Get back here.”

“Man, how are you gonna do that from aaaallll the way over there?” Hanta grinned as he walked closer to you to throw an arm around your shoulders. You let out a laugh when he tugged you close to his side. “Sorry Kacchan but this is my lover now.”

Katsuki let out an animalistic sound, his hands pressing against the force that prevented him from crossing the salt circle. You only gave him a smile and watched as Hanta walked over to another part of the salt circle. He popped open the little nozzle on the carton and promptly turned it upside down. The salt spilled from it like a white, crystalline waterfall to add on to what was already on the floor. This was going to be a bitch to clean up.

“You know,” Mina giggled as she watched Hanta walk around the inside of the circle’s circumference, “I don’t think that's how that works.”

“It’s not but I appreciate the attempt,” you added amusedly, stepping away to give Hanta more room to thicken the circle.

“Stop that, right the fuck now,” Katsuki hissed as he attempted to grab Hanta as he walked by. He failed, of course. You almost felt bad for him.

“Or what?” Hanta snickered. “Gonna cry?”

“Piss your pants?” Mina cackled, then let out a small scream when Katsuki directed his glare at her. She stepped behind Denki, who was twirling the water gun in his hand, a wide smirk stretching across his face.

“Maybe shit and cu— WAHADHDFJG!” Denki yelped as Katsuki lunged towards him, snarling furiously. He pointed the water gun at Katsuki and pulled on the trigger to squirt whatever was inside it at the ash-blond. You snapped your head towards them when Katsuki let out a pained hiss and backed away from Denki as he clutched at his face.

“What’s in that?!” Your eyes widened, stepping closer to the edge of the circle so you could peer at Katsuki. He growled lowly as he looked up, the skin on his cheek an irritated pink. His wings extended out, crimson eyes practically glowing as he glared at Denki, who only raised his hands up in surrender.

“What the fuck, Discount Pikachu?!” Katsuki almost roared out, his hair bristling and his hands flexing angrily. “Is that fuckin’ holy water?!”

“It’s diluted!!!” Denki screamed as Katsuki pounced at him again, somehow managing to evade the irate demon. He ran around the circle to try to avoid Katsuki chasing after him with a dangerous growl. “It won’t hurt that much!!” You frowned at his words.

“How the hell did you even get that?!” you asked, your lips pulling to the side in a grimace.

“He asked Shouto for help blessing it,” Eijirou told you and you let out an ohh. Shouto was part angel, so that made sense.

“I told him not to bring it!!” Mina called out, her and Eijirou retreating closer to the front door in case they needed to make a mad dash out of it.

“Bro didn’t listen,” Eijirou said with a shrug, “Whatever Katsuki does is deserved.”

“Rude!!” Denki yelped again when Katsuki got a bit too close to him and sprayed the demon again across the chest this time. You hadn’t noticed before, but his skin made a slight sizzling sound when the holy water came in contact with it. Katsuki hissed but continued his stomping around the circle to try to grab Denki. Yeah, you didn’t think diluted holy water was going to stop him anytime soon.

“But aren’t you an incubus, Denki?” you asked confusedly, spinning in a little circle to watch said incubus run around. “Won’t the water hurt you too?”

“I got gloves on, it's fine!!”

“Done!” Hanta suddenly announced. You turned to look at him as he tossed the salt carton to the side and brushed his palms off. He gave you a wink and a bow. “Your circle has been reinforced!”

“Thanks,” you said dryly, then spun back around once Denki let out a small shriek. You hid a small smile behind your hand as Katsuki towered over Denki with a sadistic-looking grin on his face. You prayed for the incubus when you saw Katsuki had somehow managed to snatch up the water gun. He pointed it at Denki’s face, right between his golden eyes that crossed to look at it.

“Fucker,” Katsuki snarled through gritted teeth. He then leaned down closer to Denki’s face. “Run.”

“Aaaand that’s our cue to leave!” Hanta said cheerfully as Denki yelped and ducked away from Katsuki spraying the water gun at him. The incubus cursed and made a mad dash for the front door.

“Abort!! Abort!!” he yelled, waving his hands to get Mina to open the door for him. “Crazy demon on the loose!!”

“Get the fuck back here!!!”

“Bye!!” Mina called out to you as she opened the door to let Denki through, followed by a raging Katsuki who’d shifted to his normal form the moment before he left the house. “Keep us updated on this whole situation!”

“Stay strong!” Eijirou encouraged you, flexing one of his arms to emphasize his point. The wolf ears on his head disappeared, his teeth changing to look less sharp and more normal. “Don’t let him bully you into conceding!!”

“Good luck, soldier!” Hanta added, giving you a wave as he slouched his way to the front door as well, the fangs in his mouth shortening. You chuckled and gave them a farewell, watching as they disappeared onto the streets and headed in the direction of Denki’s faint screaming.

For a moment, a very quiet moment, you were alone. A faint smile lingered on your face as you looked around, sighing at the thick circle of salt around you and the discarded carton at the side. You walked over to pick it up and set it on your little coffee table, then wondered if you’d have enough time to use the bathroom. You might as well. So you jogged over to the bathroom to freshen up at lightning speed. If you inhaled too deeply, you could smell the aftermath of Katsuki’s bath—the caramel scent that hovered in the air. You shook your head and washed your hands, then headed back to the living room to plop down on your beanbag and wait for Katsuki’s eventual return once he got tired of beating up his friend.

Lo and behold, not even ten minutes later he came stalking back through the front door, grumbling under his breath about this and that. You looked over at him, expression softening, once he stormed his way into the living room and crossed his arms.

And the way he pouted at you, lines of irritated pink spanning across his torso and face from the holy water, nearly made you cave at that exact instance.

“I hope you didn’t mess Denki up too much,” you commented lightly, sinking down further into your beanbag.

Katsuki let out a low growl and pulled the water gun from his pocket to toss onto the floor. He stared pointedly at you, a deep huff escaping his lips. “Ya gonna leave or what?” Typical of him to ignore your statements. You nearly rolled your eyes at him.

When all you did was give him an expectant look and a raised eyebrow, he snarled, his fists clenching. The hair on his head bristled and his tail snapped to the side. He was starting to get even more irritated, you could tell. “I swear once ya get outta that damn circle, babe, ’m gonna fuck you up.”

“Oh?” You leaned towards him, tilting your head. You had to bite back a smile. “Is that a threat?”

A scowl spread across his face and you would rather die than admit that your heart rate spiked at his following words. “‘S a goddamn promise.”

---

It was getting harder and harder to ignore Katsuki as the time ticked by.

You’d been doing so well earlier, content with ignoring him and watching your show. But he seemed to have caught on to your shift in mood. You didn’t know how. You just couldn’t stop thinking of what he threatened to do to you—what he promised—and now you were slightly out of it, thanks to him. He knew, he fucking knew, that the way you kept zoning out was because of him. And he used that to his goddamn advantage for the next few hours. You had to plug in your earbuds to try to ignore him.

“Sweetheart,” he called to you in that dangerously low voice. The one that made something stir in the pit of your stomach. Your jaw tensed. He only used that particular nickname when he was up to no good. “Oi. Look at me.” You refused to. “Look at me, right now.” Nope, not going to happen, no matter how hot he sounded.

Something shot you in the face.

You spluttered, wiping a hand across your face at the water that had nailed you right in the forehead. Your eyes darted over to Katsuki, a grumpy frown sliding onto your face when you saw him holding that stupid water gun he’d stolen from Denki. He smirked at you as he leaned against one of the living room walls, sitting down on the ground in a way where one of his legs was bent near his chest and the other was splayed on the floor. He still had those pink lines across his face and chest. You wondered when they would fade away, only to jump when he shot you again with the water gun.

“Katsuki!” you seethed, using your fingers to wipe the water from your cheek. “Stop that! You’ll get my laptop wet!!”

He only smirked wider, crueler, and sprayed you again. You grumbled and rubbed your eyes. Diluted holy water kind of stung. “Look at you,” he snickered, “gettin’ all wet ‘cause of me, hah?”

“Katsuki!” you shouted, appalled at his choice of words. Something twisted in your stomach, heat spreading across your cheeks. “That’s not gonna make me leave!”

“Yeah?” He tilted his head and moved the gun so he could shoot water at your thighs. You glared at him, using a hand to wipe the droplets away. “Ya gotta eventually, babe. And once you do,” his teeth bared at you, sharp, “‘M gonna drag that pretty ass to the bedroom and rip that little skirt—”

“Katsuki!!”

“—right off those pretty legs and stick my fing—”

“No!!” You exclaimed, your face burning up as you snatched an empty water bottle from the table and chucked it at him. He lifted a lazy hand and batted it away, his smirk widening at your scandalized expression. “Bakugou Katsuki if you say another word—”

“You’ll what?” he drawled, leaning his head back against the wall. Crimson eyes pierced through you, reading you like you were an open book. “‘Cause I guarantee I’ll do worse.”

You clamped your mouth shut and fumed at him. You hated the way he could make you flustered with just his words. You let out a hmph and turned away from him, raising the volume up on your laptop so you didn’t have to listen to him anymore.

And it worked, for about an hour or so. You couldn’t hear him, couldn’t really entirely see him as he sat outside the circle. He sprayed you a few more times with the water gun, but you just ignored him some more and he eventually stopped. You were able to calm down and reel in your emotions, getting ensnared in the plot of the episode you were watching. You were aware of Katsuki pacing around outside the circle, and when you finally lowered the volume down once more, you could hear him cursing and growling. He was frustrated, terribly so, but you only sat there and waited.

Then the doorbell rang. Again.

You looked up with raised eyebrows, watching as Katsuki grumbled and slouched his way over to the front door. He wasn’t shifting to his human form, so you assumed it was someone he had called over himself. Sure enough, once he opened the door, you were greeted by the nervous figure of Izuku, to your surprise.

“Deku,” Katsuki grunted, stepping to the side to let said man in. “‘Bout fuckin’ time.” Izuku slid into the house and stammered out a greeting to the demon, before he walked over to the living room to greet you.

“Hey! What’re you doing here?” you asked him confusedly, setting your laptop on the table so you could stand up warily. Your eyes glanced from Izuku’s apologetic expression to Katsuki’s grumpy one. Something in your stomach sank slightly. This couldn’t be good for you.

“Well! Kacchan told me about, uh, what you were doing,” he scratched his freckled cheek as he glanced at the ash-blond, “and um, well, he kinda… kinda threatened? Me? To get rid of the circle. So! I uh, had to come over.” Your eyes widened and you glared at Katsuki for a moment—the bastard had the gall to smirk slightly at you—before you looked at Izuku who was shuffling closer to the circle. Part of you wondered how desperate Katsuki had been to have resorted to asking Izuku for help, even if they were on somewhat good terms now.

“Izuku, no, please don’t,” you nearly begged him, tensing your legs when he came to a stop near the circle and knelt down. “This is between Katsuki and I, you don’t need to—”

“Ah, I’m really sorry,” Izuku only grimaced at you, his green eyes darting over to Katsuki again before he looked up at you. “I’m really, really sorry. But I ah, I owe Kacchan a favor and um, I really can’t say no to him, either way. I’m sorry.”

“Izuku,” you tried one more time, then pouted when he touched two fingers to the salt circle. You took a couple steps back, your body tensing as Izuku’s fingertips glowed a light turquoise. The color spread to the entire circumference of the circle, and before you knew it, it had disappeared. Vanished, in a flash. Fuck.

Izuku stood up and gave you another apologetic look. You tensed up, eyes locked onto Katsuki who stared back at you dangerously. Warningly. “I’ll um, just head out. Bye! And sorry, again.”

You and Katsuki just continued to stare at each other as Izuku made his way back to the front door. You bent your legs, watching as Katsuki’s wings slowly extended out to make himself larger, his hands sharpening into claws. He bent forward, a wicked smirk on his face. There was nothing separating the two of you now. You swallowed thickly. His tail flicked side to side slowly.

The front door opened, then shut. A beat passed.

You shrieked as Katsuki lunged towards you, ducking down under him as he sailed over you. He snarled something, but you couldn’t hear what exactly it was over the sound of your racing heart. You rolled out of the way as he lunged for you again, his face twisted into a furious scowl.

“Babe, c’mere!” he roared out, swiping a hand at you that you narrowly dodged by leaping to the left. The temperature in the room spiked, the hairs on your arms stood up. And you turned on your heels and made a mad dash for your bedroom, trying to escape the sharp grip of Katsuki.

But well, he was a demon. And you were not.

A hot hand latched onto your arm. You yelped as you were tugged back and around. Katsuki twirled you so that you were facing him and both his hands clamped down on your arms. You were forced to look up at his frowning face as he loomed over you, drowning you in his form, his scent, once more. You let out a huff.

“I’m still mad at you,” you said flatly as you turned your head and stuck your nose up at him. He growled, something you felt through his chest as his hands moved so that he could lower himself down further and wrap his arms around your waist, pressing you against him. He nudged at the side of your head with his own. You continued to ignore him, stubbornly staring out at the side instead of at him.

“Hey,” he nudged you again, “hey, look at me.”

“No,” you replied sternly, turning your head further when he started to nose at your cheek. You were limp in his hold, not reciprocating his affections as he bopped your head with his own and dragged his nose down the side of your face, your neck. You had to suppress a shiver at the feel of his hot breath along your exposed skin. “I said no Katsuki!”

He grumbled and pressed a light kiss at the base of your neck. You leaned away, as much as you could, anyways. He let out a deep sigh. “Okay, ‘m sorry.” You peeked an eye open at him.

“For?”

“For movin’ your shit,” he replied shortly, pressing another kiss to the side of your neck, before he bit down lightly at your skin. You sighed quietly, and once he let go, you turned your head so you could look at him properly, one of your eyebrows raised.

“And?” you pressed on expectantly. Katsuki let out a huff.

“And makin’ fun of your height,” he added on begrudgingly, arms tightening around you. There was a moment where you just watched him, squinting your eyes slightly. He waited for your response, that signature pout soon forming on his face.

You rolled your eyes. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” You wiggled your arms out from his hold and reached up to hold his face. He leaned further into your touch, closing his eyes when your thumbs ran over the pink marks still on his cheeks. “Aww, poor baby. You missed me that much, hm?”

“‘M not a baby,” he mumbled out as you raised yourself up so you could press a gentle kiss to his right cheek. Then to his left. You could see the tips of his ears turn pink. “Don’t y’ever do that shit again, got it?”

“Mmhm.” You hummed as you squished his face together between your palms and leaned away so you could look at him. Katsuki opened his eyes to look at you, and the drunk look he had made your heart squeeze in your chest. You raised yourself back up to press a soft kiss to his chapped lips, smiling into them when he held you closer. Tighter. If only the world knew that big bad demon Katsuki fell apart with a single touch from you.

When you pulled apart, you had but a moment’s notice before you felt yourself being picked up. You let out a small yelp, feeling yourself get tossed over one of Katsuki’s thick shoulders. You gripped onto his wings for dear life, feeling them flex under your touch.

“Katsuki, what are you doing?!” you muffled out, your face pressed to his bare back. When he responded, you could practically hear the sharp grin in his voice, one of his hands raising to give you a firm slap on the ass. Your face burned, gut bottoming out in anticipation.

“Made a promise, didn’t I?”

#no this is not based on a tiktok i saw... #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #demon bakugou #im gonna get my ass beat for posting this at 5 am.... #kdjfhdfkgdjfh #im not here u dont see me

[kkyaka]

A Favor

Summary: Living with your high school crush shouldn’t be so bad

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x black!fem!reader

Warnings: sexual tension, unprotected sex, fingering (f), male masturbation, implied female masturbation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, Iwaizumi is really horny for you, wet dreams, this is basically pwp, accidental voyeurism, marking, little bit of possessive!iwa, Oikawa being a little shit, some fluff at the end (cause at this point it’s my trademark), confession of feelings, mutual pining, and there’s a little bit of fluff in the middle lmfao (jeez, I think I covered everything, let me know if I didnt!)

Word Count: 8703

A/N: This is for @undersero's Trope Trove Collab and I actually did this one on time, but Iwa was rotting my brain so I had to write it lmfao

"Come on. Just do me this favor, please?"

"Absolutely not, Oikawa."

The squawk you hear from your phone makes you roll your eyes. "But, y/n--"

"No." You cut off his whining, shaking your head even though he can't see you.

"But you have a whole room and bathroom that's not being used after you kicked your roommate out," he tries.

"Yeah, well she was a bitch, and--"

"I never said it was your fault." You sigh as you let your head fall to the side. "And I thought you liked Iwaizumi."

Now that is a loaded word if you've ever heard one. Did you like Iwaizumi? Yeah, of course. You would even say you became pretty good friends with him. But did those friendly feelings develop into something more against your will? Hell yes, they did. But then the next thing you know, he was leaving the country. So you didn't say anything, and you were most surprised that Oikawa didn't catch on.

"Oh wait, you liked Iwaizumi. I remember now." You can hear his smugness through the phone, your silence giving him the chance to remember.

"Hahaha," you muse. "Yeah, keyword, liked," you emphasize, now feeling a little bit more confident that you don't have feelings for him anymore.

"Okayyyy," he draws out. "If that's the case, why won't you let him room with you?"

It's a trick question and he knows it, and you wish you could reach through the phone and punch him through a wall. You stall again, and Oikawa speaks up again. "Hey, don't stress. If you don't want him to room with you, then I'll see if I can find someone else."

"No, no, you don't have to do that," you say, worried that Iwaizumi won't have a place to go when he gets back. "It's fine. Tell him I'd be happy to have him."

"Of course you would," he teases.

"I'm blocking you."

~

"Are you sure you're okay with me crashing here?" You roll your eyes as the repeated question fills your ears, setting his duffle bag on the floor once you walk in the door.

"Hajime. For the last time, I swear it's completely fine," you answer when you turn to him. "I'm always willing to help out a friend, okay?" His face does something weird, but it only lasts for a second, so you don't have a chance to interpret what it could mean.

You step out of the way to let him in, your eyes not focused on how big his arms have gotten since you've last seen him, the muscles flexing due to all of the luggage he's carrying (which he refused to let you carry).

You guide him to where his new room will be, and he sets down his stuff before you give him the short tour. You finish in the kitchen, resting your hip on the counter. "So, what're the rules?" he jokes, crossing his arms over his chest, and goodness gracious that shirt is fucking tight.

"None really, as long as you don't touch my food," you say. "My last roommate ate my food, that had my name on it. Ate my leftovers." You add fingers to your hand as you go down the list, looking up at the ceiling as you explain. "And she even ate the cake my friend made for me for my birthday."

His eyebrows raise as you nod your head in agreement. "Exactly. And she always brought people over without telling me, so if you do, all I'm asking for is a heads-up," you add exasperatedly, and he holds his hands up.

"Don't worry. You won't even know I'm here."

Fun fact: you actually did know that he was here.

It was the only thing you could focus on. You're living with your high school crush who is now even hotter than hot. You couldn't count the times you were nearly drooling over his arms, and you were even more worried about what you would if you do happen to see him shirtless.  He actually wasn't terribly to live with, the only thing was that he was getting up before the ass crack of dawn. Every day.

You don't even know why it wasn't waking you up, but it was, and you took it as a good thing because that way you can avoid seeing sweaty and probably most likely (because of how hot it is right now), shirtless. When you think he's finally in his room but out of the shower, you hop out of bed, your stomach grumbling from how hungry you are.

You're looking down at the floor, rubbing your eyes as you walk into the kitchen, so focused on your yawn that you don't even hear the noises coming from the kitchen. You physically come to halt when the sight in front of you reaches your eyes when you look up.

His shirt didn't do a good job at hiding what was underneath, but seeing his bare back was something you don't think you could ever prepare yourself for. He's just so defined, so strong, and you grit your teeth as they trail down, sweatpants hung low at his hips, right below the tiny dimples he has.

You quiet take a deep breath, ready to run back to your room as you carefully step backward, but then he turns around. "Oh, you're awake. That wasn't my fault, was it?"

Your response is delayed now that your eyes are on the front of him, the v on his hips making his sweatpants look even lower, a dark trail disappearing into them, and it makes you think...

"Oh, no, no, you're fine," you answer quickly with a wave of your hand, cutting off the thoughts in your head that were definitely about to turn terribly south. "My stomach woke me up," you joke, hoping that he can't tell that your body is practically humming, and he nods his head back towards the stove.

"You want some? I can make some more." You start to shake your head as you walk up to where all of the food is, and your eyes widen. That's a shit ton of food.

"More?" you ask incredulously. "What about the buffet that's already sitting there?"

He laughs softly as he glances at the food before looking back at you. "I don't know much you usually eat," he responds plainly. "And I have to get back the calories that I burned off."

"Right," you say slowly, still eyeing the food. "But you don't have to, I'm pretty sure I can find something."

"Seriously, it's no big deal. It's the least I could since you're letting me crash here." There really isn't any room for argument, and you sigh softly before sitting at the island as you wait for him to fix you a plate. And you fully use the opportunity to oogle at him again, but then quickly looking down at your hands when he turns around.

You both make small talk as you sit there, and oh my God, you really wish you could just throw a shirt at him. In what fucking realm are you supposed to be in to not be attracted to that? This has to be a joke, right? He has to know how you feel about him. Maybe Oikawa told him. There's a small percentage, but it's there, but your chances of banking on it isn't very trustworthy.

What makes it even worse (or better), is that the conversation flows between the two of you so easily. It's like you guys just picked back up where you left off, filling in on the parts of your lives where you haven't been in contact, and all those reasons why you started liking him in the first place start coming to the surface.

You shake it off though, the last thing you need is something else to worry about, even though Adonis is literally right there in your fucking face, and...wait has he always been this close to you? You hadn't even realized that he's finished eating, and his body is open and facing towards yours, his thigh rubbing against the inside of yours.

Of course, when you notice, that's when your body takes over, making you grow warm all over, and especially there, and you laugh softly at something he said to try and distract yourself, but it's not enough. You need to get out of here before you say something stupid.

You drink the last of your orange juice before you speak. "Thank you again for the food. It was amazing," you compliment as you stand. "I might just have to get you to cook for me more often."

He stands when you stand as you grab the dishes, and you expect him to laugh, but his response sounds serious. "I can if you want me to."

You shake your head. "No, no. You don't have to do that." He shrugs and before you can walk away, he's collecting his dishes before taking yours out of your hand. "Hajime--"

"You have to get work, don't you? I can take care of this." You scoff softly as you watch him set them in the sink, and it's like he has a sixth sense, knowing that you're about to deny him. "Have a good day, okay?" he says over his shoulder without missing a beat, and you shake your head again as you walk out of the kitchen and back to your room to get dressed.

"Pipe down, will you?" you whisper yell to your heartbeat when you get closer to your room, but you don't know which one you're really talking to.

"Wait, y/n? She said that?" Iwaizumi had asked Oikawa if he knew where he could go, he was running out of options, and asking his best friend that's in a different continent was his best bet.

"Yep. She's more than happy to have you there." And because of Iwaizumi's denseness, he can't hear the sinister smirk that Oikawa has on his face.

"Are you sure?" he asks again, the hotel bed starting to really hurt his back, making him think that it couldn't be that bad.

"Of course, I'm sure," he answers cheerfully. "Something wrong?" he tries, his voice telling Iwaizumi that he knows something that he doesn't.

"What the hell are you not telling me, Oikawa?" he asks, growing even more annoyed when he just hums in response.

"I have no secrets, Iwa. I feel like there's something you're not telling me." Curse Oikawa and his stupid powers at knowing everything. He's about to deny him but Oikawa cuts him off. "You know, like how you really feel about her? "

Iwaizumi coughs suddenly at the insinuation before clearing his throat quickly. How he really feels about you? You're his...his...

He doesn't fucking know. Did he want to confess you to in high school? Yeah, but he was leaving and he was sure that you didn't feel the same way, and getting his heart broken right before he was about to leave didn't sound so great.

So, he didn't say anything. He thought he could get over a small (not) high school crush, but it didn't help that whenever you would text him, he would be too tired to respond, and eventually, they just stopped coming. He hadn't even realized how easily they had put a smile on his face, but he quickly realized that he missed it.

It also didn't help that any time there was any inconvenience, he wanted to call you up almost immediately, remembering how he could tell you anything because you would never make him feel guilty for like anything was his fault. But he thought he would've been bothering you, so he fought against it, even though almost every time he almost lost.

But know Oikawa's telling him that you've offered to let him stay with you, and he's hiding his excitement with questions, surprised at himself that he didn't just agree right away.

"I don't know what you're talking about." It's a total lie, and he knows Oikawa's rolling his eyes.

"What is with you people and denying your feelings, oh, my God," he groans, and Hajime frowns.

"What?"

"Did I say something?" he answers quickly. "I'll tell her that you'll be ready in a few hours." And then he hangs up the phone.

And then Iwaizumi finds himself meeting you outside of the hotel, and he can't help but say that he was a little disappointed that you didn't come running into his arms, but then he internally shakes his head. What is this? Some cliché movie? But in the back of his head, he sort of wishes that his arms weren't full so he could open them up, very much inviting you to do exactly what he wants you to do.

But he's more than happy to find that the conversation was still flowing between the two of you like nothing had ever happened while you were driving back to your place. His focus wasn't on the conversation the whole time though. It was focused on you, and how much you've changed. He finds himself staring at your face more than he should, giving you more than a few once-overs that started to get not so innocent the more he did it. Instead of the words, he's looking at your lips, his mind going through endless possibilities about how to get them on him; anywhere on him.

He's always thought you were pretty, but after these years, you're just--he doesn't even have a word to describe it. But he could look at you forever if he could. And he brushes off those feelings as just adolescent feelings from high school, telling himself that he was nothing to worry about...

So that was a lie.

When he comes back from his morning run, he expects the house to be quiet, knowing that you don't wake up until he at least gets out of the shower, so he's in for a (wonderful, amazing even) surprise when he sees you standing in the kitchen when he walks in.

"Oh, hey, Hajime." Your words are obscured by a yawn as you rub your eyes, but he can't even respond. Yeah, you've just woken up, but how do you look so good when you've just rolled out of bed? You still have your bonnet on, but you're wearing an oversized shirt, so big that all he can see is your bare legs, one of your shoulders exposed due to the shirt hanging off your shoulder, and...is that his shirt?

The twitch he feels in his shorts quickly, but weakly fails at snapping him out of his trance, hoping that the redness in his face can still be blamed on his run. "Is that my shirt?" It's really all he can ask, amazed that he was able to get the words out in the right order.

You look down when you finish rubbing your eyes, smiling softly. "Oh, yeah. It is," you say simply before looking up at him and pinching the fabric between your fingers. "Sorry, did you want it back?"

"No, no, no. That's not--" He clears his throat, stopping himself from stuttering even more. "It's fine. You can keep it. It looks good on you."

His eyes widen as he cringes softly. The hell did he say that for? You must still be pretty tired because you just laugh softly as you turn to do what you were going to do. "Good, because this shirt is way too comfortable."

He's still standing there, frozen, and he watches you reach up to get a mug from one of the cabinets, the shirt lifting up high enough to reveal that you are wearing something underneath, but he couldn't even call those shorts. His eyes draw the exposed curve of your ass, feeling his dick jump again, and he shakes his head as he walks out of the kitchen as fast as he can, not even trying to bother with saying anything to you.

(And when he gets in the shower, he stares at his dick as he gives it a stern talking to about what and what not to get excited about.)

Living with each other is just a back and forth of the both of you realizing that you're feelings are slowly starting to turn in a completely different direction than back in high school.

You're sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone when you hear Iwaizumi walk into the living room." I think my shorts shrunk."

You snort before you look up, wondering what that could possibly mean, and you feel the amusement slide off your face when your eyes land on him. Yeah, his shorts were never that tight before. They do more than hug his thighs, every curve outlined and defined by the fabric, and not just his thighs. You let your eyes linger on it probably than it should if he didn't prompt you to basically look at them, and you shrug as your lips roll into your mouth for a split second to buy you some time.

"Yeah, it looks like they did," you respond awkwardly, the laugh you force not helping. "That was probably my bad. Sorry." You feel your face heat up as you try to look anywhere but the thing between his legs that's staring you in the face.

You hear him say something along the lines of "no worries, it's cool," but you're not really listening, and you don't even hear the reply you respond with, but you do get a good look at his ass before you reprimand yourself for being a creep.

Later that night, Iwaizumi was sitting on the couch, his focus on the television, watching some volleyball game that was on. He hears you come in, and in his peripheral, he can see you standing by the couch, but his attention isn't torn away instantly.

"You wanna fuck?"

He chokes on his spit, sending himself into a coughing fit as he leans back against the couch, and you run over to him in concern, but he waves you off. "M' fine. I'm fine." He clears his throat as he breathes deeply, finally turning to look at you. "What did you say?"

You check to make sure he's really okay before you step back and hold your arms out. "I said does this dress say 'you wanna fuck'?"

You spin around playfully, unknowing to the way his eyes are taking in every curve of your body that's highlighted by the tightness of what he's not even sure you could call clothes. If you notice his eyes lingering on your cleavage longer than they should, you don't say anything, but he thinks you're more waiting on his answer than anything.

"Is this a trick question?" he asks as he squints, it might sound like a joke, but he's a little bit serious.

You scoff as you roll your eyes, letting your arms fall. "Of course not. Yes or no?" you inquire differently, resting your hands on your hips.

"Yes," he sighs. "It's a very much yes." He tries to keep his voice nonchalant even though there is a part screaming at him to add something to that answer.

"Okay! Perfect!" You quickly grab your jacket, phone, and keys, fixing yourself in the mirror before slipping on your shoes. "I may or may not be here in the morning, so don't wait up!" And you finish your exclamation with the close of the door, and Iwaizumi sighs heavily again as he shakes his head, focusing his attention back on the TV, but sadly, it's not on it hundred percent.

~

It's going on eleven now, and Iwaizumi wishes that you would at least text him if you're okay, assuming that you were wearing that dress for a certain reason, and he hates how his fists clench in annoyance when he realizes it's not for him. He refuses to let his thoughts get the best of him, and he rests his head back on the couch, trying to think about anything but you, or what you were wearing, or how bad he wants to take it off of you, how bad he wants to see you naked--

He groans softly as he adjusts himself more comfortably on the couch, hoping the sounds of the TV can distract him from his thoughts. He hadn't realized that he'd fallen asleep until the slam of the door jolts him awake, his eyes blinking quickly as they start to focus on you walking in.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." Your voice is saying sorry, but your face is saying that you're upset about something, and he yawns as he shakes his head.

"Don't worry about it. I know you told me not to wait up, but I was worried." You give him a soft smile as you take your jacket off, throwing it to the side with your shoes. "I take it didn't go so well?"

You plop down next to him on the couch before flopping onto your back. "Guys are stupid," you moan, turning to look at the TV. "You lied to me, Iwa." He chuckles softly at how fake heartbroken you sound.

"Hey, I was honest. The dress didn't work?" His eyes are running over you again as he asks, taking full advantage of the fact that you're not looking at him, but when you do, his eyes are on yours.

"Of course it did, but the guy that it worked on turned out to be a total asshole."

He hums as he nods his head slowly. "I'll come with you next time. Be your wingman." You laugh loudly at that, throwing your hands behind your head, and he doesn't stop the pride that rises in his chest at how easy he made you laugh.

"Oh, you're so kind," you drawl.

"I've been told it's one of my best qualities." Your smile gets even bigger, and that's when he feels his heart starting to race, so he gets up, quickly figuring out a plan to focus on something else. When he gets back to the couch, you're staring at the TV, but it doesn't really look like you're watching it.

You look at him when he falls onto the cushion, your eyes lighting up when you see he has ice cream in his hand. He hands you a spoon before opening the cartoon, and you sit up, scooting closer to him. "Are you supposed to be eating this?" you ask him playfully.

"Nothing's wrong with a cheat day every now and then." You knock your spoon against his, digging into the ice cream before he does, and you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Thanks, Hajime." You whisper the words, and he looks down at you before huffing fondly.

"Yeah, any time."

It's been about a few months, and you and Iwaizumi have just seemed to flawlessly fall into a schedule. If he's up in the morning, he'll cook you breakfast, and on top of that, he'll cook you dinner when you get home. You hate how coupley it feels, wishing you had some courage to say how you feel, but that part of you that's expecting the worse is too big, so you don't say anything.

Over time, you've noticed that you've been laying more on the couch whenever he's not at home like you want to see him as soon as he steps in the door. You just say that you don't really have anything else to do on a Saturday except lounge around.

And you chose the couch?

"Shut the hell up," you grumble to the voice inside of your head even though you make no move to get up as you change the channel. Iwaizumi had decided to get a temporary job as a personal trainer about a month ago, saying that he felt bad that he wasn't doing that much to contribute to the rent even though he was saving you money by buying the groceries whenever you two went out shopping together and paying for your gas.

"Hajime, you're doing more than enough," you told him.

"I have a job interview tomorrow."

You roll your eyes at his stubbornness, one of the things that didn't change about him, and you're scrolling through your social media when he walks in through the door. Or more like plods in. "Hard day today?" you tease, and he groans as he toys his shoes off, making his way over to you.

"The older ladies have gotten heavier with the subtle flirting," he groans, and you go to sit up to give him room on the couch, but to your surprise, he falls down on top of you, almost knocking the wind out of you as he rests his head on your chest.

"You're a sight for sore eyes. Do you blame them?" you respond without missing a beat, and you will your heart to stop racing because you know he can hear it.

He rolls his eyes as he gets more comfortable. "I'm so tired," he mumbles, and it's your turn to roll your eyes.

"Oh, my. Wait till you start working all day," you lament, and he just huffs quickly, and your hand subconsciously finds its way into his hair, and he sighs in content as you scratch lightly at his scalp.

"You're a superhero," he muses, and his breathing starts to even out, his arms tightening around you. He mumbles something that you can't hear, and he speaks up louder when you ask him to repeat it. "I missed you. So much," he breathes, and your mouth falls open a little as you take in his words, and you can't help when that stupid smile comes over your face.

"Sleep tight, Hajime."

It was a complete accident. Seriously. You were doing laundry and you heard the running water in his room, so you figured you could run in and grab his laundry basket before he came out. He knows that sometimes you go in there, telling him so that he wouldn't be spooked if he heard anything.

You were on your way out when you heard it. You froze for a split second thinking you were just hearing things. But then it gets louder. You should leave. You need to leave. But your brain is on a different wavelength as you float towards the door, carefully touching your ear to the door.

It's so obvious what he's doing, and you have to go, but your feet are glued to the floor, but then you hear your name over the water running. Now you really can't move. Heat floods between your legs as you picture Hajime stroking himself to you as the water runs down his body, and the throbbing is instantly painful. You've been trying to keep it under wraps for so long, but every day it gets harder and harder to fight your attraction to him.

You bite your lip when you hear his moans go a pitch higher, and if you stay here any longer, you're going to get caught. But it doesn't seem like such a bad idea? And your name sounds so good coming from him in this state, your head starting to blur with arousal.

When you realize your hand is hovering over the doorknob, you snap out of it, quickly making your exit, softly closing the door behind you. Your rest your head back on the wall as you sigh heavily. There's nothing else you can focus on, laundry forgotten as you head to your room.

He didn't know what else to do. He's so fucking horny and his dick wouldn't fucking relax. He thought he could just blow one off, but he didn't expect his mind to be flooded with images of you underneath him, on top of him, your back arching deeply. His dick apparently wants to admit his true feelings more than him.

His name slips out of his mouth, not even realizing that he's gotten louder than the water, not even thinking about that or the fact that you could've possibly heard. His hand speeds up, his hips bucking after it, cumming so hard that his body goes taut all over, starts dotting his vision as he slams on the wall for support.

"Damn it," he groans as he cleans himself up before turning the water off. He winces softly when the towel brushes over him, still sensitive from probably one of the best orgasms he had in a long time, and you weren't even there. He's wiping the steam off the mirror when he hears it. He thinks his mind is playing tricks on him, but he definitely heard it.

He hates how the blood is already rushing south, and he feels like a fucking pervert as he leans his head against the wall, and fuck, your moans sound even better than he could've imagined. He's sliding the towel off, letting it pool around his feet on the floor, his hand wrapping around himself.

He grits his teeth, the tingling shoot down to his toes as he keeps quiet, and he listens. The walls aren’t paper-thin, but the fact that your bed is against the wall by his bathroom, it's like they are. "Fuck, I bet you feel so good," he moans, thinking that he's being quiet, but it's clear as day on your side, making you moan even louder. "Yeah? Gonna let me fuck you? Gonna let me fuck you stupid?"

He's back in his own head, thinking that everything he's hearing is a figment of his imagination because it's just too good to be true as he hears you sob out a curse, one of his hands moving down to tug at his balls, his release right there, getting closer to it than when he was in the shower.

"Say my name when you cum, c'mon, you can do it." The oversensitivity is like background noise, the only thing he's focusing on is finishing as he flicks his wrist. "Say it, say my name, baby."

He hears it around a drawn-out moan, and his eyes widen as he cums again, fucking himself through it. And that's the fastest he's ever cum.

~

It didn't come to mind what he had done, not realizing that you could hear every single thing he said. He's only thinking about how it didn't work. His head is still buzzing even after two amazing orgasms, and he's going to pull his hair out.

Maybe he should take another cold shower, but that worked out so well the last time, and he scrolls through his phone to see if there's anything that could make him not horny, and he doesn't look up when he hears you call his name. He just hums, determined to find something when you call his name again.

He does a double-take when he looks at you, his eyes turning into saucers, and you giggle softly at his reaction. "I found your jersey," you say simply, twisting side to side softly, and it's big on you, but not enough because he just barely see everything, and his eyes trail up your body, biting back a groan when he can see your nipples through the material.

He easily lets his phone fall to the side as you walk over to him, straddling him, and he doesn't hide his noises when he can feel your wetness staining his sweats. His hands find home on your hips as your arms wrap around your neck. "What're you doing?" he mumbles, his hand slipping under the jersey against his will, and he rolls his eyes softly when he doesn't feel anything underneath.

"What do you think I'm doing, silly?" you ask coyly, purposefully grinding against him before leaning back. He moans loudly when you lift the shirt, your naked body on display as his eyes zero in on your glistening cunt. "I want you to fuck me, Hajime."

He can barely tear his eyes away from it, and he looks up at you when you hover your lips over his. "This pussy's all yours, Iwa."

The blaring of the alarm violently jumps him out of his dream. Dream? He was fucking dreaming? He quickly looks around, seeing that you're not here, and when the hell did he set an alarm? He distastefully turns it off, throwing his phone to the side. The only thing that didn't change was how hard he is, his skin sticky with sweat, and he peels his sweatshirt off, sighing at the cool air that it's his bare upper body.

The tent in his sweats is staring back at him, and he's so hard and throbbing that it hurts, noticing a dark spot on the material. He shouldn't do this. Not again. But he's making no move to stop himself as he shoves his sweats down, just enough to get himself out, his dick springing up and slapping his abdomen. He throws his head back when he touches himself, imagining the images of his dream that felt so real, his hips already bucking into his palm.

He imagines slamming into you, hands digging into your hips as he plants his feet on the floor, thrusting up into you quickly. He bets you're so warm and tight, thinks about burying his face in your tits before pulling a nipple into his mouth as you clamp around him. "You like that? You like being a fucking tease?"

His imagination is more than running wild, tightening his fist, knowing that it's nothing compared to your cunt. The buck of his hips gets faster as he fucks you faster as he thinks about marking every inch of your skin, pulling you down by your neck to finally meet your lips. "Yeah, just like that, baby. Ride it like you mean it," he'd whisper against your lips, and he thinks about what your face would look like, wondering if your eyes would cross as he fucks you till you’re dumb.

You scream his name when you cum, imagining that your walls pulse around him as your wetness coats both of your thighs, and his back arches as he moans loudly, cumming all over his hand and stomach. He keeps his hand moving until his toes are curling from the overstimulation, and he opens his eyes, staring at the ceiling.

"Fuck," he whispers, swallowing heavily.

His heart is beating loudly in his ears as he cleans himself up, but it drops when he hears the keys in the door, and he quickly shoves his pants back up, grabbing a pillow to rest on his lap because he's still fucking hard, his dick pulsing when you walk in.

"I literally have nothing to wear to this Halloween party," you complain, completely oblivious to what just happened not even a minute ago.

"You're going to a party?" he asks, trying to keep his breathing even.

"Yes, Hajime, I've been talking about this for like a week." You frown as you walk closer to him, and he flinches softly when your hand touches his face. "Hey, are you okay? You're burning up."

He blanches before he nods his head quickly, effectively shaking your hand off. "Yeah, yeah," he says quickly, clearing his throat. "I just got back from a run," he lies, and it seems to work because you raise your eyebrows, but back up anyway.

"Okay," you start slowly. "If you say so," you add, taking a couple of steps back. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to figure out which costume to wear again." You finish with a groan as let your head fall back on your shoulders, walking towards your room.

"Have fun," he calls, and he hears you laugh before the door closes. He should make a run for it, he has time, but he can't move. This is getting bad, and if he does anything to mess it up, he could be out of here, and he doesn't have anywhere else to go. But maybe it's mutual? He did hear you say his name, maybe he has a chance.

Or maybe he's not thinking rationally because he's still coming down from a high and there's no blood in his brain because he's still hard. "C'mon, man, you're supposed to work with me here," he chastises, sighing softly, and when he takes the pillow off, your door is opening, so he puts it back down, wincing when he presses a little too hard.

"Okay, whaddya think?" This has to be the universe playing tricks on him, right? You have on a red dress that seems to be even tighter and shorter than the last one you wore, this time accompanied with thigh highs, and his eyes draw to the plush skin falling over the top of them, and he pushes harder against the top of the pillow.

He looks back up to see horns adorning your head now, and he nods his head, giving you thumbs up, holding his tongue in fear that he might say something he shouldn't. "Awesome," you say before turning around. "Do you mind zipping me up?"

You walk backward towards him, and you have to know that your ass is right in front of his face, and he groans internally. He reaches up the best he can without letting the pillow fall, being forced to stand up a little to zip it up all the way to the top. He sits back down, and you go to move, but you feel his hands slide down your body, grabbing at your waist.

"You shouldn't go out like this," he murmurs, his fingers running over the hem of your dress, which is just below the curve of your ass, meaning if you bend over, it's instantly revealing skin.

"Why?" Your voice is soft, looking at him over your shoulder, surprised but not shying away from his touches, in fact, he's pretty sure you're moving into his hands.

"Don't wanna meet another asshole, right?" The conversation would be casual, but the ministrations of his hands and the tone of his voice are making it anything but. "Don't want them touching what's mine."

You gasp when he pulls you onto him, the dress sliding over your ass, letting you feel his hard-on in between your butt, making you moan softly, his hands sliding up to your tits before moving to your thighs, hiking the fabric up even higher to wedge his hands between your thighs. "Fuck, I want you so bad," he groans, mouthing at your neck as he spreads your thighs.

"Hajime," you breathe, and he groans louder as trails down to the juncture of your neck.

"Yeah, like that," he says against your skin. "Want you to say my name just like that while you're cumming around my dick."

The images that were in his head nearly ten minutes ago flood back in, and he's rocking your hips against him, his teeth grazing over your skin, having such a hard time not marking you the way he wants to. Your hand braces on his knee as you let your head fall back, and he kisses back up your neck, and you turn your head when he gets to your jaw.

Right as he's about to meet your lips, your phone fucking rings. His hands rubbing between your thighs stop as you both freeze, and his face flushes warm as he backs away.

"You should probably get that," he says after an awkward pause, and you blink at him as you nod your head slowly.

"Yeah, uh, yeah. I probably should." You hesitate to move, but you get up anyway, and his hands absentmindedly linger on your hips, fixing your dress when you stand as you jog to your room.

Once he's in the clear, he's bolting to his room, closing the door and resting his head against it. What in the ever-loving fuck is wrong with him? He let his thoughts get the best of him. He was horny and you were right there. He knows for sure his dick took over...maybe, but what the hell is he supposed to do now? He doesn't leave his room when he hears the front door close, and he doesn't leave his room for the rest of the night.

It hurts. His dick hurts. It's been hurting ever since the incident and nothing is working. And he probably fucked it up with you, hearing you close your door after coming home around one in the morning, and then he hears the shower running. Luckily, he didn't have any more of those dreams, but he still woke up with all of the blood in his lower region; he couldn't even stay asleep long.

He wants to apologize to you, but he doesn't want to make anything more awkward if he tries to say "I'm sorry" with a huge tent in his shorts. He looks at his clock, seeing that it's around two AM, and he figures he might as well get it over with, and he starts thinking of other places he could stay, pretty sure that that's going to be his only option after talking to you.

He groans before getting up, fixing his sweats, but it's no use; it's still blatantly obvious that he's ridiculously hard. He walks to your room, absolutely dreading this conversation, and as soon as he goes to knock on the door, it's being snatched open. "Hajime?" Your voice sounds surprised, worried even but he's focusing on what he wants to say.

"Listen. I just wanted to say--"

He's dreaming again. He has to be. There's no fucking way. You're wearing the damn jersey. His dick throbs even worse than it usually does, and he can't even speak, his throat dry.

"Pinch me," he croaks.

"What?"

"Pinch me," he emphasizes, and you cautiously raise your hand, pinching him in the arm, and he groans loudly as his body sags a little. "Fuck me." He's not fucking dreaming. You're really standing here with his jersey on, and if you really don't have anything on underneath...

"Are you fucking with me right now?"

"What're you talking about?" you ask, raising your eyebrows as you find a hard time keeping eye contact with him as your face grows as hot as an incinerator. He moves towards you, effectively pushing you back into your room, catching you when your knees knock against the bed.

"Please tell me you're fucking with me right now." He can't stop his hands when they run down, catching on the hem of the shirt as he runs them under until he reaches where your underwear should be, and there's nothing there, and he trails down, and you jump when he runs his fingers through your soaked folds. "Fuck."

Your hand grabs his wrist as you moan softly, and you couldnt've been touching yourself while wearing his jersey. He keeps running his fingers through your folds, barely sticking the tips inside of you, and he almost cums when he feels more of your slick drool onto his fingers.

"Please fuck me, Hajime."

You barely get the words out before he's pushing you down onto the bed, shoving his pants down his legs, and your mouth drops open when your eyes finally land on him fully naked. The shorts couldn't even come close to telling you what was in between his legs, and when you go to move, he's moving you further up on the bed and flipping you over onto your back, crawling behind you.

He moves you onto your knees, and you jolt softly when you feel his breath against your folds. He pinches himself as he stares at you, pushing the jersey further up your body. "Hajime."

He digs in, smashing his face into you as he grabs your hips to keep you flush against him. He moans as your taste floods his tongue, your arousal getting all over his face as he licks through your folds, your hole, your clit, everywhere he can reach. He pulls back, sliding his fingers into you, having to wrap a hand around himself to keep him from cumming, which is about a millisecond.

"You were thinking about me?" he asks, his lips tickling you, and you nod quickly as you buck back into his fingers, arching your back when he curls them. "Thinking about me fucking you while your fingers were stuffed inside your cunt? In my jersey?" Not too long ago, he doesn't say out loud, and he releases a broken whine when you nod again, and he gives himself a couple of tugs. He doesn't want to cum yet, holding off his release for as long as he can until he can finally get inside of you.

"Yesyesyes, Hajime, right there!" Your words are mumbled together, your face buried in your pillow, and he sits up, keeping his fingers thrusting inside of you as he runs his length through your folds, making the both of you shudder. His hips start to stutter, not having any rhythm in it. He quickly pulls away, gripping at the base of his dick almost painfully, barely succeeding in stopping his orgasm as he groans loudly.

"Fuck me, Hajime. Please," you beg, turning your head to look at him, and he can't deny you any longer because he isn't going to last much longer.

He takes his fingers out of you, and his body tingles as he lubes himself up with your slick before lining himself up. He can't even begin to tease you, bottoming out quickly, making the both of you moan loudly. He tries to focus on anything else besides your walls pulsing around him, but you start moving and he doesn't have enough in him to stop you.

"Baby, w-wait--m' gonna--" You're moving yourself back into him, and his hands dig into your hips as he cums, his body going rigid as his eyes roll back, a guttural moan of your name falling from him.

You're still moving, and he tries to move away from you, but he's still hard. Despite the sensitivity, he moves anyway, making you cry out into the room as his fingers dig even deeper into your hips as his smacks against yours, now fully being able to take in the image of you underneath him now that his head's a little clearer.

Just watching you already tells him that he's going to cum again way too soon, and he tries to find something to distract himself so he leans down deciding to mark your skin the way he's been craving.

He marks every part of your skin that he can reach, already making his mark on your hips; his tongue running over that juncture of your neck that he almost had earlier before letting his teeth dig into your skin, pulling it back. He does that everywhere until dark marks start to appear on your skin, wanting it to be clear as day that you belong to him now.

He grabs your shoulder, the action pushing your back into a deeper arch and allowing him to reach even deeper. He's stretching you out so well, him being so wide making you feel like you're being ripped apart, but it feels so good, your (attempt at) words uncontrollably falling from your mouth.

"H-Hajime!" It's the only announcement he gets before you're cumming around him, making him groan in your ear, the noise seeming to prolong your orgasm. The only time you get to catch your breath is when he slides out and turns you over, the air escaping your lungs when he slides back into your oversensitivity pussy.

"C'mon, one more. Be a good girl and give me one more." He throws your legs over your shoulder before leaning down, your thigh pressed to your chest his pacing starting roughly like he never stopped.

Your nails dig into his skin as his teeth do the same to your chest, feeling the skin being bitten softly and pulled all around your tits before he slots his mouth over it, his tongue rolling over the hardened bud before he lets his face fall in between them, his hips slapping against yours so roughly that the bed frame bangs against the wall every time he moves back in.

Your hands move to claw at his back, feeling like you need some type of outlet for everything that you're feeling, and his hips stutter when your nails dig into his skin. "Fuck, harder, harder," he grunts, letting his moans become unruly as he feels that knot in his spine building up fast, his hands nearly ripping the sheets.

You move your hands down right above his ass, and you dig your nails into him hard when he really hits that spot inside of you, and the feeling of your nails hitting the dimples in his back has him moaning loudly in your ear as he cums again, his body tensing but his hips still moving.

The feeling of his seed coating every inch of your walls sends you over the edge, and your legs fall to his side as he rides your highs out. His head falls into your neck, his heart rate seeming like it's dangerously high as your accelerated breathing fills the room. "Fucking hell, Hajime," you breathe, his body going limp on yours as you let your arms fall to the side, your leg tingling when he lets it down, the blood rushing back into it.

He mumbles something into your neck, but you can't hear him over the heartbeat thrumming in your ears. "What?"

He lifts his head up, resting his head against yours with his eyes close as he takes another deep breath. "I've liked you since high school." He doesn't open his eyes, but he can hear your breathing slow down in surprise. There's no backing out now. "And I didn't say anything back then because I thought you didn't feel the same way, so--"

You cut him off by kissing him softly, cupping your hands around his face, and he returns it by kissing you passionately, only pulling away when you both run out of air. "So that's what Oikawa meant." His eyes are open this time, and he's smiling widely, but you frown.

"He told you?!"

He chuckles as he rubs his thumb over your cheek. "No, but he did hint at it. I just didn't know what he was talking about until now." He lets out a breathy laugh at your reaction to his words, shaking your head in annoyance. "So, you like-like me?"

"Like-like? Are we eight?" you muse. "But no, I really, really like-like you."

He doesn't try to stop himself when he lets out a giddy laugh that you mirror, meeting your lips again.

~

You groan when you hear your phone ringing, barely rolling over as you reach for it. Oikawa's name is on the screen, and you answer it. "Hello?"

"y/n! I just wanted to check in on the whole living together--IS THAT IWA?"

You're surprised he can see anything since it's dark, and you can't even bother to look phased. "Tooru, it's four in the fucking morning."

"He is why you look like a cheetah? " You're about to counter, but Iwaizumi speaks before you can.

"Shittykawa, shut the hell up," he mumbles, loud enough for him to hear before he tightens his arm around you, nuzzling his face even further into your neck.

"Iwa! I didn't know you had a thing for marking! " he teases, way too fucking loud and cheery for either of your taste, and Iwaizumi sits up, his face in full view on the screen.

"Sleep with one eye open tonight." You smile as you watch Oikawa's face turn into panic, and as he's scrambling for something to say, Iwaizumi ends the call.

His face falls back into your neck, and you set the phone back down. "Are we paying him back now?"

"We can do it later," he finalizes. "I'm not done with you yet."

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okay but can you imagine spencer washing your hair for you?

like, i never (ever) let anyone (at all) touch my hair, but i feel like he'd be really gentle about it, and there is just something so soft and tender to me about the idea of washing someone's hair for them 🥺

that’s my dream <3 ik you didnt specifically ask for a blurb but i think about this very often. i wrote two versions of this, but this one (with two bickering best friends who are v much in love) won my heart. 

wc: 1.6k   contains: friends (to crushes, maybe ;) ), injured reader. gn!reader

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“Spence, I promise you that I can do it by myself,” you huffed, attempting to yank off your tank top as you walked toward the hotel bathroom, using only one arm while trying to keep the other as still as possible.

“I’d be more inclined to believe you if you didn’t sound like you were going to cry,” he snickered, following hot on your trail as you tried to escape his hovering. 

“You’re being dramatic.” 

“Oh really? Lift your arm up, then.” He leaned his hip against the marble counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for you to do it. One obnoxiously smug eyebrow arched on his forehead.

Sometime during the case, you’d gotten into a brief tousle with a suspect, who just had to run away when approached. If Morgan had been there, you wouldn’t have even batted a lash, but he wasn’t. So not only had you detained him by yourself, you also wound up with a minor pulled muscle in your shoulder. 

You shot him a sarcastic smile, toothless and irritated, and raised your right arm into the air. He let out an airy scoff. 

“Other one, smart ass.”

Your arm dropped down to your side, your smile falling with it as you turned sharply towards the shower. 

“Look, I’m disgusting right now. So either I suck it up and shower, or you’re going to smell me until the day we solve this case.”

Spencer’s nose crinkled at the gross truth. He wasn’t ungentlemanly enough to tell you, but sharing a bed with a coworker was quite a quick way to discover if they were in need of a shower or not. Your shoulder might be out of service, but both of you could agree that hygiene was a bigger priority. 

“You can’t even move. Just… just let me help you.”

You snorted. “Nice try, Reid. I’m not letting you shower with me.”

He rolled his eyes at your use of his last name. You only called him that when you were annoyed with him. He pushed off the counter and turned to the wall, hitting the light switch and earning a shriek from you as the room suddenly went dark. 

“I won’t look,” he shrugged, amusing no one but himself. 

“You’re a clown, you know that?” you muttered under your breath, drawing back the shower curtain and fumbling around, searching for the knobs in pitch black. “Absolutely fucking theatrical.” 

You found them moments later and ran the water, testing the temperature on the back of your hand. By the time it went from cold to warm, you noticed that he still hadn’t moved. From the sliver of light peeking under the door, you could make out just his silhouette in the corner, perched on the vanity. 

He was being stubborn about this. That, and the comforting fact that you couldn’t see a single thing –– thankfully, not even his face –– wore you down.

“Close your eyes,” you murmured. 

“It’s already pitch black in here ––”

“Close your eyes, Reid.”

Sighing through his nose, he did just that. To make sure you knew it, and also maybe just to be annoying, he made a show of getting off the counter and turning himself around to face the wall. You peeled out of your clothes as quickly as you could. In the process, you caught the long shower curtain under the heel of your foot and, as you stumbled over it, accidentally dragged it along, sending the metal curtain hooks screeching as they slid along the bar.  

The second you found your ground, you immediately shot daggers into the back of Spencer’s head, waiting for him to make a joke. As if he could feel them, he bit back his quip. Not without letting a barely contained cackle slip under his breath. 

“Okay,” you warned, stepping into the shower. Grabbing the end of the shower curtain, you pulled it tightly over your body to cover yourself as you poked your chin out to talk to him. “I’m in.”

Spencer turned and approached the shower, eyes still shut with his hands out in front of him, feeling the walls for guidance. He was still mocking you for making him close his eyes. You raised your brows; he must’ve thought he was quite funny. 

“You look like Velma when she loses her glasses.”

That knocked the funny bone right out of him. His hands dropped to his sides.

“Just get your hair wet and hand me the shampoo.” 

You drew the curtain shut again as you dipped your head under the shower stream, coming back moments later with sopping wet hair and a little bottle of complimentary hotel shampoo. 

He let you sit on the floor of the bathtub, just slightly removed from the spray of the water. Your back was to him, as he kneeled down on the tile floor, just outside of the bathtub so he didn’t have to get wet. You bent your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them.

Spencer first pushed up the sleeves of his sweater as far as he could before deciding to remove it altogether for the sake of protecting the wool against stray water. The cuffs of his work shirt were unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows as he got to work.

Taking a healthy quarter-sized amount of shampoo into his palm, he lathered it between his hands before running soapy fingers through your scalp. The pads of his fingertips softly dug in as he carefully massaged the shampoo in.

When he started working his fingers in patterns, putting pressure near your temples and increasing it as he dragged them up the curve of your scalp, you let your eyes close. He was getting rid of a headache you didn’t even realize you had. 

The tension you’d been carrying in your shoulders eased a little, and it made him think about how much you probably needed this. One of his hands came down to massage the muscle between your neck and your good shoulder, knowing it was best to just let the hot water do its magic on the bad one. 

When the shampoo had been sufficiently lathered, he stood up and detached the shower head, bringing it down to you so you didn’t have to move. You leaned your head back for him as he carefully rinsed the soap out.

You weren’t going to ask, but thank God Spencer told you to hand him the conditioner next. This, he slathered all over the ends of your hair, making sure all of it was sufficiently covered in conditioner before loosely twisting it into a low, makeshift pony for you. 

“Mm. I was about to ask how you’re so good at haircare,” you chuckled lowly to yourself, in a half-sleepy voice with your forehead resting on your knees. Dangerously close to falling asleep. “Then I remembered what you used to look like.”

You had a lazy smile on your face just thinking about the days where Spencer’s hair used to be down to his shoulders. He looked so pretty like that (not that he didn’t look pretty now, too), you always wondered why he got rid of it. 

“Remember when I got shot in the knee?” he hummed, returning to work your shoulder. He adorned a tiny smile of his own as he started to reminisce. “You came by my house at least once a week. Brought me meals, watched movies with me. Helped distract me from the pain. Even drove me to my physical therapy appointments.” 

You mm-hmm’d that you remembered.

“You pretty much did everything shy of helping me bathe. Though, I feel like you would’ve helped with that, too, if I asked.”

You both laughed at that. You hadn’t really noticed the parallels of your situation, being injured and needing his help for once. He was happy to repay the favor. 

“I’ll, uh. Let you wash your body yourself,” he said, coming out of his daydream for a moment. He rinsed his hands off and got up, patting down his wet hands on his trousers. With one nod from you to confirm that you’d be able to do it, he quickly exited the bathroom to give you privacy. 

You emerged seventeen minutes later, clad in pajamas with towel-dried hair. Spencer was still awake as you crawled onto the bed beside him, more than ready for bed after that. He looked to the side to ask you how the rest of your shower was, and before he could get it out, you shuffled up next to him, winding one arm around his and resting your head on his chest.

“I take it you had a good shower?” he laughed. This was one of his “I told you so” moments, and for once, you didn’t mind it. 

“Mhm,” you smiled, chuckling behind it as you shut your eyes. You were falling asleep fast. “Spence, the scalp massage…” 

“Was good, right?” he boasted, inflating his own ego a bit. 

You nodded against his shoulder, not caring if you helped blow up his ego another two sizes. Burrowing deeper into the covers, nestling tighter against Spencer, you got one more quip in before falling asleep. “S’good that I think I have a crush on you now.” 

Joke or not, he pulled the blanket higher until it reached your chin, holding you with both arms and kissing the top of your head before falling asleep himself.

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[soobasaur]

are you mine?

— a lee minho au

genre: enemies to lovers minho x gender neutral!reader

a/n: this is for my bestie who has been in a minho obsession lately and needs more content, you know who you are :]

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you and minho didnt exactly,,,get along very well for a while

the only reason you both even knew each other was two of your best friends were dating and merged ur friend groups

(thanks a lot binsung 〴⋋_⋌〵)

you wouldnt go as far as to say you hated him

but you liked to pretend you did

you just barely saw him around so why not just mke him your mortal enemy??

it was easier to hate him then admit he was decent company!!

you had a reputation to uphold!!!!

and apparently he did too because he never really disagreed,,,,

you guys just ever had a chance to get off on the right foot and really talk

mutual disagreement <33

the thing is, the both of you were never left alone together

like ever

until that one time yall were abandoned (-д-；)

you and ur friend groups planned a hang out but everyone ended up cancelling last minute with no excuse

it was just you two who didnt get the memo and ended up alone

now that you think about it,,,that sounds like smth ur friends would do on purpose

(again, fuck u binsung!! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ )

so just picture this,,,you and minho both showing up to an arcade and sitting in silence for an hour before getting a text that everyone cancelled

your immediate thought was to go home bc why would minho want to hang out with you???

but after the both of you read the text in the groupchat he got up and made his way inside, holding the door open and quirking his eyebrow up at you

“well, are you coming or not? I wanna try the new vr game.”

and you were just like \\(⊙︿⊙)// ???

he? wants?? to hang out??? with just you????

but u ended up following him in and he paid for your guy’s tickets ≧◡≦

“just buy me lunch after and we’re even”

lunch??? now this mf wants to get lunch together?!$%

you learned one thing about minho that day

he was,,,competitive,,VERY competitive

like what demon possessed him kind of competitive

whenever he won he would flash you a smirk and skip to the next game as he dragged his row of tickets along

it INFURIATED U!!!

ur pride was in shambles

so you unleashed everything after that and won a good amount of games ;)

u had been eyeing a cute cat plush the entire time but u didnt have enough tickets at the end :((

o(╥﹏╥)o damn it capitalism u just wanted a plushie

you didnt rlly want anything else so you gave your tickets to minho and waited to the side for him to get his prize

he came out with tHE SAME PLUSHIE YOU HAD BEEN EYEING \\( ಠ_ಠ)//

but before you could sulk about it he handed it to you and started to make his way to the exit Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

and during lunch this bitch ended up paying even after saying you should (｀ε´)

\(▰˘◡˘▰)//\\ (▰˘◡˘▰)//\\ (▰˘◡˘▰)// \\(▰˘◡˘▰)//

After that...hang out if you will,,u started to notice minho everywhere

LIKE E V E R Y W H E R E

why was this bitch all over your college campus?

you never noticed minho was in ur class for the longest time jsskkfk

like all of a sudden u just spotted him out of the corner of ur eye and were like o h

once he noticed you too there was no going back

say good bye to paying attention in class

(as if you ever did anyways)

he started to inch closer to you during class

he even started sending you notes

ಠ▃ಠ and u were so paranoid the professor would catch you

but this bitch was slick so u were fine

ヽ(๏∀๏ )ﾉ

he was the type of guy to throw little crumpled sticky notes at you whenever he wanted to say something during class

they’d be covered with doodles of cats and his scribbly messy handwriting + little hearts

it was usually just some dumb thought he had or a crude drawing of the professor (. ﾟーﾟ)

other than those few notes you guys never really talked outside ur friend group

there was one incident late at night tho

you had a big project coming up and it was 2am and you were...2 sentences in T_T

you deserved a coffee break <3

so that was how you found under the awning of an all night coffee shop

except it wasn't all night and closed right after you got ur coffee!!

and now u were stuck under the awning!!

all you had was your measly hoodie that you stole from changbin and your now soggy cup of coffee as you waited for the rain to pass

you might as well of just stayed home since ur wasting all this time you could’ve been working on your project standing outside

were you gonna work on the project once you got home? no

but did the thought of wasted time still make you mad? yes

you slumped against the shop as you bitterly drank your coffee, crushing the cup between your hands

after a couple minutes you felt the rain above you stop

you look to your side to see,,,minho?!

this mf was holding an umbrella above your head

“here, take my umbrella.”

thats when you noticed the cafe uniform he had on

“you work here?” you asked, before taking the umbrella from his hand

“yeah, your observant ass didnt see me literally make your coffee,”

“oh whoops,,,i thought you hated me, why are you giving me our umbrella?”

“i do, but id rather you uh...not die in the cold looking like a dead rat.”

was it just you or were his cheeks dusted pink?

probably the cold

(y/n you dumb bitch-)

you both walk back to your dorms after that

and he insists you carry the umbrella

cus his poor arms are tired from making coffee all day :((

and maybe it's an excuse to be closer to you

since hes a bit taller he has to crouch and scoot closer to you in order to not get wet >_<

⊙﹏⊙ ⊙﹏⊙ ⊙﹏⊙

over the next few weeks your find urself at the cafe he works at more often

one time you got the hours wrong and he wasnt on shift :(

but when you got up to leave he walked in and spent the day helping you study instead of working

you went for the coffee!! not for him!! definitely not,,,

(¬‿¬)

“look, im only hanging out with you cus you get the employee discount.”

“sure, and not cus you enjoy my company-”

“i 100% despise your company.”

ok but u didnt

u actually /REALLY/ liked his company

like WTF

where has he been all ur life

ew that sounded too romantic

but like fr where was he hiding

(・ε・｀)

soon you both were joining binsung on their dates

but it wasn't a double date!!

it was just four friends hanging out and two happened to be a couple

and they liked to hang out at fancy restaurants and do couple like activities

totally normal!!

there was one incident where you were about to pay for your meal but minho placed his hand on top of yours and slid his card instead

“you can pay on the next date.”

NEXT? DATE??

excuse me sir what do u mean-

you ignored changbin and jisung’s snickers behind you the entire night

when minho walked you home you couldnt help but let urself blurt out

“was this a date?”

minho gave you an incredulous look

“...was it not??”

oh my god this is embarrassing

“OH MY GOD WAS IT NOT?!!”

you ignored how minho was now turning crimson red and panicking and tugged on his collar, pulling him down for a kiss

“it was...a date” you mumble, now shy at the close proximity between the two of you

“...im gonna kill jisung.” he muttered, pulling you in for a hug, “he told me this was a double date”

“that can be our next date, the murder of our best friends.”

“wow i am in love with you.”

＼（＾○＾）人（＾○＾）／

minho and y/n murder besties!!

for legal reasons that is a joke

( ˶˘ ³˘(˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)♡

thank you for reading !!

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[peterrparrkerr]

Moodboard for the series (don't judge me I usually do gifs, this was something new. Also, I could not get the collar to look right)

So I meant to upload this yesterday but I lost control of it and then got busy, so here's a little over 3k for you!

Also, tagging @snowstark because this is our baby. Ao3 version here!

Idk what to tag this. Dark themes, spanking, forced to choose a punishment, uuuh, not sure what else. Enjoy!

*-*

Bucky knows when Peter is going to have a hard time adjusting to Tony being gone. It had been close to a year since Bucky started working for Tony, and he's gotten familiar with all of Peter's little quirks.

And he knows the slight pout Peter sports as he waits beside Bucky for Tony to come to the door, means Peter's going to be a slight handful.

But Bucky can handle the teenager. He's been in charge of Peter's safety for long enough. Aside from Tony, Bucky knows how to get Peter to do as he's told.

Tony comes down the stairs, suit tailored and travel bag in hand. "What a sight," he grins. "My pets waiting for me."

Bucky clenches his jaw at that, but he doesnt say anything. Peter though, steps up to the Superior nuzzling into Tony's chest.

"Don't go," Peter whined. Bucky watched with a familiar jealous rock in his gut, but he stays still.

"I'll be back in five days," Tony sighed, kissing the top of Peter's curly hair.

Peter's in a pair of soft blue jean shorts and a faded Yankees sweater, the bottom cut off to show off his midriff.

Tony pushes Peter back a little and smiles fondly down at him, fingers fixing the collar around his puppy's neck, little bell tinkling.

"You be good," Tony orders, leaning down to kiss Peter's pouty lips.

Peter sulks as Tony steps away, towards the door and closer to Bucky.

"I'll be back late," Tony hums, patting Bucky on the cheek. "I'll see you both when I get back."

And with that, Tony's gone. Bucky rubs at his cheek with a slight scowl. Its a new thing, Tony touching him. And Bucky doesn't like it.

Peter spins on his heels the moment the door is shut and storms off, making Bucky sigh explosively before making his way after him.

Alpine slows him down by weaving between his legs, meowing needily.

"Damn cat, go away," he snaps, nearly kicking the thing before remembering she's Peter's.

The door to Peter and Tony's bedroom slams and Bucky sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

So it's going to be like this then. Bucky decides to let Peter wallow on his own. Sooner or later his emotions would get the best of him and he'd come out for comfort. Bucky wouldn't force him to before then.

Its the same song and dance. Peter cries when Tony's gone, he doesn't eat much, and just kind of sulks around the house.

If he were a real puppy, Bucky could just imagine him crying at the door with his tail tucked between his legs, looking extra pathetic.

It was during these days when Tony wasn't around that Peter got a little less obedient.

Most incidents Bucky kept to himself. Little scenes of Peter acting out of his emotions. Tony didn't need to be informed of everything.

The bigger incidences though was definitely taken to Tony. They hadn't had an incident in a while -not since Peter ran out and Bucky got shot.

Peter had been terrified after that, refused to leave the tower even with Buck and Tony there with him.

Tony had punished him good and hard for that -it still makes Bucky's stomach roll at the thought of Tony hitting Peter. Bucky still remembers how small he looked when Tony had guided him back into the penthouse.

His eyes all red, tear tracks down blushed cheeks. He had been trembling slightly. It had made Bucky sick to his stomach.

But Peter hadnt done it again. When Tony left, Peter stayed put.

"Peter, time to eat," Bucky called after knocking on the bedroom door. Peter had been locked in there for most of the two days so far Tony's been gone.

He sulks under his covers, and when he does come out, its with a pout. Something Bucky is used to.

"M'not hungry," comes Peter's petulant response through the door.

"Yes you are, pup," Bucky sighed. "Come on, out with you before I come in there."

"Said I wasn't hungry," Peter spoke, voice raising a little. Bucky cocks an eyebrow, then tries the handle of the door. Its locked.

"Peter, open this door."

"No," Peter said.

"You open this door or I'll kick it down," Bucky threatened. Peter's never locked his door before.

"Do it!" Peter snapped. "Then Tony'll be mad at you and send you to the basement!"

"Oh for fuck's sake," Bucky muttered under his breath.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, override the lock for Peter's door," he says, looking up at the ceiling.

"I am sorry, but the lock is manual, it will have to be unlocked by Peter, Mr. Barnes."

Bucky growls, clenching his teeth.

"Open the door, Peter," he tries again.

"No."

"C'mon, pup, open up," Bucky sighed. He really didn't want to break down the door. What has gotten into Peter? He's never like this.

"Nuh-uh," Peter said. "Leave me alone."

"You know I can't do that, Pete," Bucky huffed.

"I don't need a babysitter," Peter called out. "I can take care of myself. Tony doesn't need you anymore."

"You've got five seconds and then I'm breaking the door down," Bucky said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Peter says nothing. Bucky begins to count. He thinks Peter will crack when he reaches two, but the boy doesn't make a sound.

"Alright, last chance."

Nothing.

Bucky tries the handle once more before stepping back. He lowers his shoulder, ready to drive it into the wood before slamming into the door.

The frame splinters and the door slams into the wall with a deafening crack.

Peter jumps from his spot on the bed, eyes wide and mouth gaping in shock.

"What is going on with you, Peter?" Bucky demands, a little fed up with his behavior. "You've never acted like this before."

Peter's shock falls away to anger, eyebrows furrowing and arms crossing.

"Get out."

"No, you need to tell me why you're acting like a brat," Bucky demanded, crossing his own arms.

"M'not a brat," Peter snipped, little bell sounding as Peter turned his head away from Bucky, glaring at the wall.

"No? 'Cause you seem pretty bratty to me," Bucky challenged.

That gets Peter standing from the bed. "I'm not!"

"I'm not going to fight with a fucking child," Bucky muttered to himself. "Go into the dining room and eat your lunch."

Peter sets his jaw. Its cute. Little thing trying to be tough.

"I said I'm not hungry."

"Well, Tony wants you to eat," Bucky tries. Usually talking about what Tony wants would get Peter to do as he's told. But it doesn't work today.

So Bucky grabs Peter by the upper arm and pulls him out of the room. Peter grunts, digging his heels in, but he's small and doesn't have much muscle.

"Eat," Bucky demands, gesturing to the food he sits Peter down in front of.

Peter glares up at him, though its not as effective as he thinks with his pastel blue tshirt and matching collar.

"I hate you," Peter bites out.

"Good for you, now eat your God damn lunch before I force feed you."

To say the next three days is difficult is an understatement. Bucky has no idea why Peter's acting out the way he is, but he's had enough.

On the fourth day, Bucky actually swatted him! Peter looked up at him with wide eyes, mouth clicking shut. Bucky instantly felt sick, but he forced himself to stand his ground even as hurt and anger filtered through Peter's features.

"You hit me," Peter said. It made Bucky feel even worse, but he didnt back down.

"You're being bad," Bucky said. More anger filtered in, and Peter reached forward to try and shove him.

Bucky caught him by the wrists and Peter yelled loudly, beginning to flail.

"Peter, stop it!" Bucky snapped, pulling the pup in close and pinning him against his chest. He doesn't have room to thrash now.

"I hate you! I hate you!" Peter yelled. Bucky can hear the beginnings of tears in his voice. "I don't want you here! I want- I want Tony!"

Bucky holds Peter as he chokes on his tears, forcing Bucky to carry his weight when Peter stops holding himself up.

Bucky let's him cry it out, walking him to his bedroom. The door still wasn't fixed -Bucky didn't have time, what with Peter acting out.

He deposited Peter onto the bed. "You can come out when you're done being a brat," Bucky said shortly. Peter just fell to his side, wrapping his arms around a pillow and drawing up his legs.

Bucky walked out and flopped onto the couch, leaning his head back and staring up at the ceiling.

Maybe Tony would know what Peter's problem was. Just because he's never acted like this since Bucky moved in doesn't mean its never happened before.

Bucky's never been more glad when Tony arrives the next morning. He's exhausted. Tony -the perceptive bastard- notices right away when Bucky greets him at the elevator.

"What happened," Tony demanded. Bucky let out a sigh, shoulders slumping just a bit. He didnt like feeling like a whiner, and explaining to Tony what the past five days have been like definitely makes him feel it.

"I don't know whats gotten into him," he finishes with. He just wants to sleep for a couple days. He's never felt more like a babysitter than he does now.

"Oh, I do," Tony huffed. Bucky raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "He's jealous."

That throws Bucky for a loop. "Jealous? Of what?" He can't help but demand incredulously.

Tony smiles knowingly and lifts his hand, brushing his fingers over Bucky's jaw, pinching his chin and giving a little shake.

"Of you, pet," Tony hums, looking amused. "He's used to getting my full attention. I think he's feeling a bit misplaced."

Bucky lifts his head, pulling his chin free from Tony's grasp and taking a small step back.

"He's got no reason to be jealous of me," Bucky grunted.

"No?" Tony asked. "Lets go see our puppy then, hmm?"

Bucky frowns as Tony walks past him into the penthouse. Our puppy?

He quickly spins on his heels and follows after Tony. Theres a disapproved hum when Tony notices the door leaning against the door.

"Tony!"

Peter scrambles from the bed, rushing over to Tony and crashing into his chest. Bucky keeps his distance, hands clasped behind his back.

"I missed you."

"I'm sure," Tony hummed. "Bucky told me about your behavior while I was gone."

Bucky winces in sympathy at the tone Tony uses with Peter. The pup steps back from him, brows furrowing.

"I-"

"I don't want any excuses," Tony interrupted. Bucky watched as Peter's demeanor shifted. He knew he was in trouble, he could see it in the way Peter's shoulders slumped.

"Go wait for me in your room," Tony continued. "And when we're gone, we're going to have a talk."

"But, Tony‐" Peter began. Tony grabs him by the arm and yanks him towards the elevator that leads to the basement.

"Go," he snaps, features twisting into a look of anger. Bucky holds his ground, but he wants to rush back out of Tony's line of fire.

Peter shrinks at the tone. He doesn't try again, just makes his way to the elevator, like a dog scurrying out of trouble with his tail between his legs.

"Are you really going to punish him?" Bucky asked, following Tony towards the elevator Peter had just disappeared through. "If he's just acting out of jealousy-"

"His acting out got me a broken door and a puppy with an attitude problem," Tony said. "I brought you here to take care of him while I'm away. His behavior hindered that and that won't do."

Bucky follows Tony into the elevator. He doesn't say anything, just stands beside Tony, watching the floors pass in glowing numbers above the doors.

When they reach the basement floor, the doors open and Tony steps out, already heading for the door that leads to Peter's room.

"Come on, pet," Tony calls over his shoulder. Bucky's legs work without him, taking him out of the elevator and into the main room.

"I'm not a pet," Bucky grunted. Tony glances over his shoulder, smirking. His blue eyes shining with amusement.

"I beg to differ," Tony hummed, before reaching a hand out and clasping Bucky by the back of the neck.

Bucky allows the Superior to pull him closer as they make their way to the door.

Buck decides not to argue the issue. Better to keep on Tony's good side.

Tony opens the door, and Bucky's eyes widen at the sight of Peter on the bed, naked. Hes on his elbows and knees, pert little ass up in the air.

He's hidden his face in his arms, and doesn't realize Bucky is here with Tony.

"He does paint a pretty picture, doesn't he?" Tony murmurs lowly, arm still wrapped around Bucky's shoulders, nosing at Bucky's jaw.

"I can leave," Bucky says lowly, glancing from Peter to Tony.

"No, I want you here," Tony decides, shutting the door. Bucky chews on his inner cheek, staying close to the door as Tony walks over to the wall of -Bucky feels his stomach drop. He doesn't know if he can watch this.

"M'sorry," Peter whines, turning his head to see Tony at the wall.

"I know you are," Tony said, looking over the items hanging on the wall. Bucky's never seen so many switches and floggers before.

"But that doesn't change the fact that you were a bad puppy."

Peter's breath hitches and he hides his face again. Bucky watches Tony pick out a flat leather paddle from the wall. One of the less intimidating items hanging on the wall.

"How many hits do you think he deserves?" Tony says, catching both Peter and Bucky off guard. Peter's head turns, wide eyes locking onto him before he seems to shrink, hiding his face away again, but not leaving the position Tony most likely trained him to be in.

It takes Bucky a moment to realize Tony was talking to him, and he blinks, looking over at the Superior. "What?"

"You had to deal with his poor behavior for five days, so you decide his punishment," Tony said.

Bucky looks wide eyed at Peter, pale and naked except for the baby blue collar around his neck. He shakes his head.

"Come on, pet," Tony goads. "What does he deserve?"

Bucky hears Peter whimper at that and he feels his skin crawl. He shakes his head again, feeling sick. "I can't."

Tony's mouth drops in a frown, looking disappointed. Bucky doesn't care. He can't.

"Fine," he hums. "Then fifty hits."

Peter lifts his head, breath hitching and tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Ten for each day."

Bucky feels his throat closing up.

"N-no," Peter sobbed. "No, please, Tony!"

Tony looks at Bucky, challenging glint in his Extremis blue eyes. "Bucky doesn't want to choose, so I'm chosing for him, puppy."

Peter turns to look at Bucky, pleasing with a trembling breath.

Bucky digs his nails into his palms. He looks from Peter to Tony, then back to Peter.

If Bucky chooses a lower number, Tony may not agree to it. But Bucky doesn't want Peter being hit -especially in front of him.

"Twenty," he manages to say, unsticking his throat. His voice is tense, body rigid and hands clasped behind him. Outwardly, he looks calm and collected, but inside he wants to do nothing but run out of the basement.

Tony doesn't say anything for a moment, and Bucky's sure its just as long for Peter as it is for him.

"Alright, twenty it is," Tony agrees. Bucky feels the muscles in his shoulders unwind a little at that.

"Count them out, pup."

Its the worst few minutes of Bucky's life. He served tours over seas. He's killed people with his bear hands and lost an arm, and he'd go through all of that ten times if it meant he didn't have to be in the same room as Tony and Peter right now.

Each smack has Bucky's pulse spiking, each sobbed out count down like agony. Its a punishment all its own to be forced to stand by while Peter cries, the loud smack of leather on skin filling the room.

The worst thing is Bucky is the reason he's got twenty spanks in the first place. Sure, its less than fifty, but he's still the one who offered a number.

Bucky doesn't even care anymore about Peter's behavior. He just wants Tony to stop.

Peter's ass is just as red as his face, and his breath hitches on cries, but the boy doesn't move. Bucky has no doubt if he had, the punishment would be far worse.

"Twen-twen'y," Peter finally gasps out wetly, dropping onto the bed.

Bucky restrains himself from rushing over there and scooping the boy up. His nails dig painfully into his palms.

He watches Tony do it instead. Watches as Tony's hand turns soft, scooping Peter up and settling him onto his lap, careful of his poor bottom.

Tony smooths Peter's curls from his forehead, muttering lowly against Peter's cheek as the boy cries, arms lifting to wrap around Tony's shoulders.

Tony glances up at Bucky and nods. "Come here, pet."

Bucky's too concerned with Peter to argue the pet name. He makes his way over to the bed in three long strides and sits down beside Tony and Peter.

Peter peeks out from Tony's neck, eye red rimmed. His breath hitches.

"M'sorry, Bucky," he cries, voice reedy and wobbling with tears.

"Thats alright, Pete," Bucky said softly.

Peter tucks himself back into Tony's neck, allowing the Superior to smooth his hands up and down Peter's bare back.

"Go with with Bucky, pup," Tony says a moment later, once Peter's tears have tapered off a little. Bucky's eyes widen at that, but he can't do much else, because Peter's crawling out of Tony's lap and settling into his own.

Bucky doesn't know what to do. He's wearing cargo pants, and he can't help but worry they're too rough for Peter.

And then he's stuck on the fact that he's got a very naked Peter in his lap. The boy leans into Bucky's chest, head resting on his shoulder.

Bucky settles a hand on Peter's lower back -as low as he dares- and rubs circles into his skin.

"I think its time we had a little talk," Tony said, looking first at Peter, then at Bucky.

#marvel #tony stark #peter parker #bucky barnes #sim!tony #my writing #ao3 #human puppy #starker #winterironspider

[synthaphone]

I want to know how you feel aboutt all the pokemon bears (teddiursa/ursaring/ursaluna, beartic, pangoro... ive forgotten all of their names. bears!)

alRIGHT LETS GO lets see how many i remember

teddiursa: nice cute and simple teddy bear design. i like the moon marking on the face a lot, and i also love the old dumpy gold and silver sprites, they have a real charm to them

ursaring: tbh this ones kinda boring to me but i dont actively dislike it or anything. its a perfectly functional normal type bear. the big round tail is an element where i cant decide if its weird in a fun way or if its weird in an awkward design way

ursaluna: oh hell yeah now THIS is bear. i love how the dirt on its face both serves as clouds over the moon marking, and also funny eyebrows. love that its quadrupedal too, we needed a good quadrupedal bear. oh fuck i just realized its the only one. (unless you count stufful) damn!

spinda: love this thing. its honestly probably not enough of a bear to be on here but fuck it i love it its going here. i think they should come in even more colors; give gamefreak even more of a challenge

cubchoo: this thing’s cute enough! i like that the head is blue- the snots kinda weird and i dont love it but i can deal. i caught a shiny one in a horde battle in gen 6 when i was staying at my grandmas house in florida; it was very exciting. for some reason i feel like these things would smell like soap… maybe thats why the snot doesnt bother me much, my brain is like ‘this is actually a soap creature’

beartic: sorry beartic. i do not like you. the idea of the snot having frozen into a beard works well enough for me designwise but it being shaped like a mountain… its just not appealing to me. rip. pinhead larry

pancham: ok i dont think about it that often but i really like this one. i went through a phase where i was drawing it all the time back in 2014 or so and its just an expressive little guy with a fun design

pangoro: YEAAAA COOL BADASS this thing rules, i love its jacket and its eyespot eyes and its personality. i had a shiny one in X from a friend safari that i named Ana Ng after the. tmbg song because i was thinking about tmbg at the time. i kept trying to use her in competitive battles, but i suck at them so it didnt go great- i still remember her fondly though.

stufful: its cute! i like it. i think the animations really make it for me. real powermove for them to make a deliberately cute stuffed animal pokemon and then be like ‘it HATES to be hugged’

bewear: yea this guy is fun too. i think its dex entries really make it, like Ah this is the guy that KILLS you

kubfu: its alright i guess. i dont love it but i dont hate it.

urshifu: i like its face better than kubfus- its fine. i prefer rapid strike style, i think. neither of them nor kubfu really feel like legendaries to me though. ah well neat enough bear

#ok i THINK thats all of them. im not counting komala thats not a real bear #pokemon #asks #THANK YOU this was fun #oh the beta gen 2 bear starters: theyre cute i like them :) wild that the baby turned into teddiursa #also the final feels more like a lion to me than a bear but it got replaced so who care anyway

[kaissauce]

okay, phucker, do it

ok let's do this @rolli-zolli @ninikins

Horrortale: technically an alternate timeline instead of au. after a neutral run where undyne's queen the core malfunctions and food becomes scarce and people resort to eating humans because sans suggested it. Aliza is the protag. latest thing that happened in the ongoing comic was Aliza agreeing to go with Papyrus to solve his last puzzle. as for the appearance of sans he has a HUGE hole on his head and a red eye. he got the hole from undyne when she got his magic eye which was going to be used to power the core. sans didnt die tho and killed the guards holding him down and just took whatever eye was on the ground and used it as a replacement for his magic eye that's powering the core. i quote first words he said after putting the eye in his socket "who the fuck took my phone?". then the magic eye went apeshit and broke the core again. oh and also he made alphys braindead by quite literally scrambling her brain. yeah this au is rough sans hasn't really eaten anything since the core was destroyed since he decided not to eat any humans.

Dusttale: i think this was originally a korean au? basic rundown: too many genocide runs sans goes apeshit and tries to get his Lv up by killing monsters himself man went fuckin insane kills his brother blah blah blah edgy angsty au the ghost of papyrus haunts him n stuff. sans literally just looks the same except he has his hood on and sometimes artists draw him with papyrus's scarf. the cool artists draw him with his hood on and has the hood completely cover his face so u can only see his glowing pupils. although people call him dust sans he's actually named murder sans

Killer: so frickin similar to dusttale except sans goes apeshit because of the human being like "join me lmao". three different outcomes come from this. i think it was 1 sans joins human 2 sans joins human kills human later on 3 kills human or something. friends with color sans who is basically his impulse control. pretty sure his soul's fucked up and Color sans tries to make his soul un-fucked but Nightmare comes in and fucks up the progress. he has white shorts, his eye sockets are constantly pitch black and leaking tar or something also has a weird target thingy on his chest. OH YEAH ALSO HE HAS BEEF WITH UNDERSWAP SANS ALMOST FORGOT. basically swap sans tried to make killer good and then they had a fight, swap sans lost and was on the verge of dying thankfully swap papyrus was able to save him in time i think

Dreamtale: Dream isn't in the drawing but his brother, Nightmare is. Sooo he used to not look all goooy and have tentacles n stuff but then he ate a couple hundred apples and yeah. he's six years old apparently. Nightmare and Dream are supposed to be guardians of a tree that has 500 golden apples and 500 black n goopy apples. the golden aples are positive and the goop ones are negative. you're not supposed to eat either of them cus bad shit happens. Dream and Nightmare live in a village and for whatever reason they're all dicks to Nightmare because ooughh he's the guardian of negativity that's not baller. he also goes apeshit (do u see a pattern here) and eats a goopy apple n then becomes the goop man he is today. he fuckin eats 999 apples jesus christ. and the last one is eaten by Dream because if u eat all 1000 apples u become unstoppable and immortal. so that would be a bad thing if nightmare got the last one. wop wop wop these dude aren't sanses they only have the body of one if that makes sanse.

Error: manlet. he's literally an error and that's why he's like that. also he's technically not a sans now, the redesign for him was so that he could be in the creator's webcomic named Lucidia. Error sans, aka the destroyer of aus, finds aus to be mistakes so he tries to get rid of them. his process of doing this is simple: get the human soul to the void so that they can't reset, destroy the au. he primarily attacks using his strings which can wrap around one's soul and control them. he like some aus like outertale because of how open and empty it is. he likes to be alone and has haphephobia. if u touch him he'll glitch out and possibly crash. he crashes whenever gets overwhelmed. said crashing causes him to shut down and reboot and he's powerless while doing so. he's actually pretty easy to beat if you know how to push his buttons the right way. in the og ask error blog made by his creator Loverofpiggies he kidnaps Swap sans who tries to help Error become a better person. this ends horribly as error leaves Swap sans in the void who then becomes an error aswell due to being alone in the void too long. Error actually regrets doing that to swap sans

Aftertale: OK FUN FACT THE SANS OF THIS AU, WHO'S NICKNAMED "Geno" IS ERROR. aftertale is a comic made by LoverofPiggies it's been SOOOO long since i last read it so i cant really give a good summary. but anyways Geno is trapped in the loading screen with the human and will die if he leaves the loading screen. eventually from being in the loading screen for too long after the events of aftertale he becomes Error.

OOF WOWIE THERE'S SO MUCH TO GO

Underfresh: he's not even a sans either. "Fresh" is a parasite inhabiting a skeleton. his birthday is on 4/20 which is ironic cus he doesn't like drugs. he censors swears. he speaks 90's lingo and dresses like a neon sign. for some reason he has eyebrows and a gold tooth. the glasses he has can change text but normally defaults to "YOLO". he can't feel anything since he has no soul of his own and just latches onto the host's. instead he learns how to act from the people around him. not being able to feel actually bothers him a LOT

Echotale: Aka Gaster sans. uhhh this one was also a comic if i remember correctly. basically Frisk and G!Sans are the only ones in the au and they're trying to find the core to fix the fucked up timeline that they're in but the core keeps changing positions so that sucks.

Swapfell: originally made by Khhoppang who left social media. Started out as an Alphys x Undyne au so only those two were designed but Kh was planning to design more of the characters. before they could people had a field day with the idea of mashing two aus together and SO many people came up with their own designs for sans and papyrus. Khhoppang left social media because they got overwhelmed with all the art reposters and stuff, pretty sad. the appearance of the sans in that au is the purple one with a scythe (i dont think he has a scythe in the og design).

Swapfell Red: so basically this is the swapfell made by people that isn't Khhoppang. community made per se. Sans's appearance changes constantly because as said before many people made many different designs. typically he just looks like Swap sans but with red high heel boots and his color scheme fits underfell

Fellswap (gold): Au made by blackggggum. so swapfell is underswap turned fell, fell swap is underfell swapped it takes a bit to understand that. his appearance is somewhat similar to Swapfell red. He's kind to his friends but if ur his enemy he'll fucking deck you. he's blind in his left eye, the leader of the royal guard, and secretly into dressmaking. fun fact in this au Papyrus has autism

Xtale: uuuuhhhh so Cross is a complicated one. he's part of the royal guard along with papyrus. has beef with xgaster. responsible for the downfall of his au and then Underverse happens and Ink is all "oh cool someone to mess with" and they became friends for a bit then shit hit the fan

Underfell: OOOOO YES UNIRONICALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITES. So Underfell sans is actually a very powerful mf and constantly has his magic eye activated because he has so much magic. This au is also technically an alternate timeline where monsters "lost their humanity" as the creator put it. so basically trust in the underground is scarce. Sans and papyrus, contrary to many interpretations i fucking hate, are actually on good terms (and no sans doesn't call papyrus "boss" the creator said if he does he'd do it ironically and papyrus would hate it). Fun facts he pays Grillby in socks (grillby accepts the socks as payment and wears them), if u make grillby laugh he gives u a jacket that looks like his and it's heavily implied that sans made him laugh because their jackets are similar

Underswap: ah yes another classic that i love as well. originally made by PopcornPr1nce who fled social media because they hated how the majority fandom treated Underswap (Blueberry and Carrot were popular names for the fanon swap papyrus and sans). Swap sans is constantly infantilized by the community which sucks and i hate it so i draw my own very super cool version of him whom i kin because i am also very super cool.

Outertale: mainly an aesthetic au pretty sure there's no comic of it. basically, instead of underground they in space. outer sans dies in underverse after like minutes of screentime lmao

Epictale: a comic made by Yugogeer. the og comic was retconned and the creator loathes the original version and made a reboot that's much better. Sans actually dies very early in it because Yugo hates how Sans is almost always focused on in aus. also the creator hates how meme-y their sans has become (like him saying bruh every single sentence, using a rubber chicken as a weapon, cookies, etc.) he's friends with Cross but not in canon. He has a purple magic eye that makes him immortal and i think only epic gaster could remove it which is how sans was able to be killed when he fought gaster.

Temmietale: it's undertale but everyone is temmie, don't question it

Trainertale: it's undertale but it's Pokemon, don't question it

Dancetale: it's undertale but you dance instead of fight, don't

Mobtale/Mafiatale: im unsure if mobtale and mafiatale are separate or not but they are very similar. basically undertale but mafia it's self explanatory

Undertale: no clue which au is this one, nope not at all/j

Bittytale or whatever idk: so take sans, make him small. boom. never understood this au

THAT BASTARD INK: HOOO BOY SAVED THE WORST FOR LAST. FUCK THIS GUY/j. THIS DUDE. IS THE REASON IM STILL INTO UNDERTALE AUS. I LOVE EM SO MUCH. also technically not a sans. He comes from an unfinished au and ripped his own soul to escape said au and became an outcode. for so long he was just a soulless husk until someone drew him and he got splashed with paint which let him feel. soon he learned to keep the paint in vials so that he can be able to feel 24/7. And then he learned how to create things with a paintbrush and the paint and spent time alone drawing up his own world until a portal appeared and took him to the multiverse. now he encourages artists to keep creating aus. he's the protector of aus in the sense that he keeps other outcodes from disrupting the script of the au, so if it's pacifist and an outcode tries to kill people he'd stop them, if it's genocide and an outcode tried to help them he'd stop them. no matter what he wants the au to stay on script. fun fact the creator of ink and the creator of error never had them interact with each other in canon, that was all the fandom's doing. Contrary to popular belief he's not really considered "good" his alignment is officially "Chaotic neutral". I personally interpret him a lot more chaotic than in canon because it's fun but he's a pretty chill guy actually. he can just be a bit of an ass sometimes. According to the creator of Ink (who is Comyet) his interpretation in Underverse is not canon compliant. one of the biggest canon things that underverse contradicts is Ink deliberately not taking his vials. if he were to do that in canon he'd become a husk again which is the equivalent of him "dying". he was described as a walking corpse by Comyet, without the vials he can't function anymore. Like Error he's pretty easy to beat if you know his weaknesses. also he has fears of empty spaces and being alone

off topic kinda but i very much love how Error and Ink are opposites yet parallel even though they were completely written without the other in mind. Error believes getting rid of aus is getting rid of anomalies. Ink believes people interfering with aus are anomalies. Error loves emptiness, Ink hates emptiness. list goes on it's funky fresh.

also uhhh sanses missing from that drawing that i can name from the top of my head

Seraphim sans, Insans, Dusttrust, He who shall not be named because he's from an 18+ au, Swapswap (yes. that exists), Storyshift, Inverted Fate (very good au i suggest checking it out), Negatale, Oceantale, Template, Pale, Mafiafell, Farmtale

my phone is at 9% y'all are spared from me going on

#long post #ask #ninikins #rolli zolli

[tomdiddlyumptious]

Why not smut without a plot cuzzz im bored😄 BRUH TELL ME IF I HAVE FUCKIN TYPOS- I CANT STAND YALL SOMETIMES ✋🏽😩 WE SUPPOSED TO BE BEST FRANS (BRUH YALL FAKE YOU DIDNT TELL ME I SPELLED AS I SPELLED ASS)

Couch sex! Oral..light choking in the beginning? Unprotected sex (WRAP YO DICK...respectfully)

You were seated on the couch, watching miraculous ladybug (I love and hate that show) as you silently cursed out marrinette for being so stupid, you heard the door open but you didnt bother to turb your head, already knowing who it is.

“Y/n?” Tom asked, shutting and locking the door behind him while he looked at the back of your head. “Hm!” You replied, “what are you doing?”

“Oh im just chillin in the swimming pool” you smiled and he chuckled, walking to you, still behind the couch. His hand snaked around your neck, lightly kissing the side of your cheek “i missed you”

He felt your strong swallow against his hand while he started to kiss and lick over your sweet spot, a small moan leaving your lips as your hand reached up and grabbed on his wrist, tilting your head to the side giving him more space until he grabbed your chin to kiss your soft lips.

“I missed you to” “yeah?” He chuckled, “how much?” His other free hand came down to your silk white buttoned shirt, unbuttoning them one by one until it was loose enough to slip his hand in.

He took one of your breasts in his hand, playing with them as he hungrily kissed you on repeat, biting your lip and pulling it back with him before letting it go, a small whimper leaving your lips.

“A lot, tommy” you said, looking up at him as your lips were touching, but no kiss shared. He laughed against your lips and twisted a nipple between his fingers, your back arching up into his hand before he let go and backed away from you.

Your eyebrows furrowed before you watched him start to take his shirt off and unbuckle his pants, taking that as a signal that you should take your clothes off to. “Leave your panties on” he ordered and you followed, taking off your shirt and pants, you werent wearingn a bra so it made it much more easier.

He came around the couch and got infront of you on his knees, he looked at the white thong you have on, lacy and see through making a smile slap on his face before he opened your legs, kissing your right thigh making you slightly shake from your skin being sensitive. He lifted your ankles and put them on the couch, bringing your knees up to your chest. He brought both of his hands to your sides, taking the thong and slowly pulling it off, his mouth watered at the sight of your glistening lips (not the ones on your face...i mean unless you want that-)

He threw the panties anywhere before he opened your legs again, you looked down at him as his lips made contact with your pearl, small kisses pressed on it as his hands came around your hips, you whined as you wanted more friction, bucking your hips slightly making him smile and look up at you, doing small kitty licks, he let out a sigh making you moan. “T-tom”

He wasn’t even doing a lot and it drove him crazy, wanting to just dive in and give you what you actually deserve, but watching you whimper and come close so slowly made him cocky and rub on his ego. He decided it was time for a change, now swirling his tongue over your pearl, pushing your legs farther apart making your hips buck up into his tongue, he pulled you to the edge of the couch, your hand coming down to his curls and he shook his head side to side, looking up at you and giggling making your hips stutter, you gave him a gazed look, in desperation as you silently begged for more, his lips wrapped around your clit now, still shaking his head side to side making your stomach burn before he stopped to collect more wetness, licking over your hole repeatedly making you moan again.

“You taste- so amazing” he tongue fucked you, your mouth dropping as your eyes slipping from consciousness as they slipped to the back of your head, pulling at him hair as your other hand tried to grip on the side of the couch, only failing and a small scream ripping through your throat as he trailed back up to your sensitive clit, sucking harshly now and slapping your thigh as he held them open, “fuc-fuck dont stop” you whimpered, he took it as the opportunity allow you to buck your hips up into your mouth, so he his hands slipped up to your knees and you let out a cry, slightly bucking your hips up and trying to push toms head closer gently, well to him it was gently but to you it seemed like you ripped his whole head off.

A gasp left your lips as your legs started to shake, “tommy-tommy oh my- im cumming” your back arched away from him as he hummed around your pearl, licking out your high and sucking up your cum, just to spit it back on your heat to lick it up again, you squirmed abd tried to pull away from him because you were sensitive but he wasnt letting up, using his two fingers now to pump into you, your legs snapped around his head as you bit your lip, trying to hide the moans before a loud gasp left your lips as he sped out, wanting everything to come out of you.

After you finished again you laid on the couch, your head on the arm of it as tom was ontop of you, pumping himself before slipping in you, both of your mouths falling open as a groan left his lips and a choked moan left yours, he started to rock in you, thrusting slow but hard as you both made eye contact.

“Your so tight, fuck” he said watching as you closed your eyes and tilted your head back. “Ah-“ a moan fell, your hands on his back as he started to suck hickeys on your chest. “Faster- please” you whimpered and he smirked, speeding up unexpectedly making you whine again as he started to pound into you rebelliously.

“You like it like this, slut?” “Mmm” his hand came down to your tit, squeezing on it for dear life, “you make daddy so proud, letting me fuck into like this-“

“Fuck- tom” “yeah? Thats what im doing baby, squeezing me so tight” he sat up, holding under your knees to keep your legs open as he stared at your pussy (🤢) watching his throbbing hard, glistening fat cock (oh my god) slip and exit into you, your boobs bouncing and your hand went into your mouth, licking over your first finger and thumb and making it come down to rub your nipple, your other hand on his bicep as you watched his abs flex fucking into you.

His head tilted back as his lip entered his mouth, biting tight as moans and groans left his lips, his hips still rocking. “Fuck baby, oh my god-“ he choked. “Fuck me-fuck me baby-pleasepleaseplease fuck me!” You said on repeat, coming close to your climax as his hand weakly came down to swirl your clit, soon gaining enough energy to come back over and roughly kiss you, pumping his hips as you tried to match but your body was to intense. “Tommy- oh my god- ohhh my god tommy” “mmm” he kissed your top lip as your mouth dropped once again, your body frozen as he kept moving his fingers and his hips “cum for me- cum for me baby...mmm fuck yeah! Just like that ohhh your doing so good for me, come on my cock pleaseplease come on, y/n y/n y/n” he repeated your name like a prayer, words coming high pitched as he felt you come down, walls having spasms as his mouth also dropped, stomach clenched as his seed ripped through him, pounding three more times before he laid his head on your chest, both of you panting hard as he pressed kissed on the mountain of your breasts.

“Fuck” you whispered, your head resting on the arm of the chair before he looked up at you and you looked down at him, laughs leaving both of your lips before he pulled out, you played with his hair as you looked down at your shared body, laughing more as you noticed neither of you cared to take off your socks. “That was fun” he smiled, drawing circles on your stomach as you also smiled and watched him “yeah, it was”

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland au #tom holland blurb #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff

[nitroish]

So if the Links didn’t just wear little hoop earrings, what earrings would they wear?

here we fuckin go babey!!!

legend has fourteen earrings (7 in each ear) and swaps em out often. i draw em w some of them often. (wild gifts him heat res and shock res ones and he goes :OOOO GASP because why didnt HE think of magical protective earrings and he fuckin wears the shock one all the time. its one of the cuff earrings that is on the top shell of his ear. uhh basically the ones i draw him with. are the ones in this answer. <3 KJFGHFD

warriors has dangly earrings that he doesnt wear alot cos they get caught in his scarf and arent really suited for battle. he wears them on a nice night out tho!! i think theyd be pretty? like uhh. triforce earrings, some simple gem looking ones, some simple small chain earrings that hang down, just. anything he finds hed like. he also wears studs but those are BORING. theyre good for subtle but god. god, hes not fucking subtle. he probably found and has the most obnoxious stud earrings. ALSO ear cuffs that wrap around his ears if u know what im talkin bout. decorative and sleek and very fancy.

hyrule has mini jar n bottle earrings w things inside them!! little pieces of plants or dirt or water or even stuff that kinda looks like potions tht are different colours. i think they would be cute. he deserves it. he also has studs but they r subtle and just small gems. he prolly didnt have a ton but when you visit other hyrules and have some downtime maybe. maybe he wants to window shop. and maybe he gives in to those urges to buy. because he Can. also can u imagine him w a sword earring stickin thru his ear. amazing.

i meant to continue this but its been in my drafts for so long that i forgot about it, so im gonna leave it as is, kinda! the rest are gonna be lightning round answers

time: normal earrings. studs, maybe some cuffs? just the default ones that link wears. hed have a collection of cute earrings - cuccos, cows, mini glass jars. theyre all stud earrings with the shapes. he doesnt wear them but theyre cute, arent they??

wind: swords. as. earrings. theyre pirate lookin ones. maybe some studs, maybe some actual wide hoop earrings. hed look nice in gold i think. hed have such a cool arry of earrings. from treasure they found to gifts from people for his and the crews help.

wild: any and all he sees. mostly ones with magical enhancements like his sapphire or whatever ones are in his lobes, and the rest are decorative. hed like the chain ones that dangle and connect earring to earring.

twilight: he has the main link piercing, and the other earrings are purely fake/decorative. he has the ear cuffs that are fuckin gorgeous instead of earrings!

four: five colours: red, blue, green, violet, and black. he likes the small hoop earring. when theyre split they have their respective earring colour. the earring wont always be in the same place - like? it could go like this: blue's is a lip piercing, red's is a helix, greens is a lobe, and violets is a tongue piercing/eyebrow piercing. who knows!!!

sky: oh his are so pretty. maybe big bright earrings are saved for holidays or celebrations for skyloft! he likes ribbon earrings or the classic link earring. he also has an orbital, i think. he doesnt have a ton of piercings, just the two in each ear. he wouldnt be opposed to more, but hes not really actually given thought abt it.

#legend and wind have daith piercings! #ask #anonymous #hc tag

[aciid-eater]

“I’m in love” Eijiro Kirishima x reader

Summary: When a spider brings two lovely souls together.

Warnings: Maybe a little cursing

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His soft footsteps against the wood floor was the only thing Kirishima could hear as he paced back to his room. His teeth poked at his bottom lip as he named the doors along the walls.

Uraraka, Jiro, Sero, Aoyama, Y/n, Bakug-

Kirishima’s stopped dead in his tracks as a muffled shriek slipped from under y/n’s door. He stood still for a moment, not sure if he should go in or walk away.

His confusion was short lived when her door swung open and she frantically pulled him inside. Hiding behind him, she pressed herself between his broad shoulders and the door.

Immediately Kirishima’s body stiffened and his face flushed. One of his large hands came up to grasp the one on his shoulder as he surveyed her room. There were murals all over the walls. The paintings were beautiful, but obviously unfinished, he could tell she had been working by the numerous bottles of paint and paint brushes all over the floor and table.

“What wrong L/n?” He was confused as to what could have her of all people so spooked, expecially since they had only moved into the dorms two days ago.

“There’s a spider, on the window seal” she whispered, gripping his shoulder. It was dark outside, but under her lights he could see the shilloute of the little creature.

The red head surpressed his initial chuckle, moving away from the girl’s hold. He grabbed a paper towel from the roll on her table and picked up the spider, killing it in the process. He moved to throw it away but was stopped by y/n’s voice.

“No don’t throw it away! Flush it!” He laughed, bringing the paper towel into her bathroom, which was also littered in paintings.

Once the spider was long gone, kirishima emerged from the bathroom, taking a long look around the room.

“Thank you, you’re a life saver.” Y/n exhaled goofily.

“No problem, that’s what a hero does!” Kirishima smiled.

“It looks awesome in here, are you gonna finish it all tonight?”

Y/n cracked her neck and sighed.

“That’s the plan. You can stay here and watch if you’d like.” She replied, sitting down in a chair that was facing the wall. Kicking off his shoes, the red head followed suite, sitting cross legged on her bed and watching her work.

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“Kiri, you have big hands, come here.” She mumbled.

“Huh?” He asked, getting up to stand at her side. Kirishima wastched as y/n dumped a couple bottles out on the table.

“Dip your hands in it and splatter the wall as best as you can.” She smiled.

“Y/n i don’t think I can-“ y/n cut him off by dipping her finger in red paint and dragging it across the side of his face.

“You can’t mess up, I trust you.” The red head huffed with a smile, slowly dipping his palm in paint and making a slick hand print on her neck.

“Kirishima! Oh it is on!” Y/n giggled.

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“Hold still, hold still.” Y/n mumbled, sitting up on Kirishima’s shoulders to finish a piece off on the bathroom ceiling. Her body and clothes were covered in dried painted hand prints, and Kirishima was no better.

“I’m almost done, don’t worry.” She stated.

“Take your time L/n, you’re not heavy at all.” He replied, hands still on her thighs. Y/n stopped for a moment to look down. The two met eyes for a moment and immediately turned away, faces red.

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“Now curl your wrist, just like that.” Y/n mumbled, her hand over Kirishima’s as he drew a butterfly on the space above her bed. He was sitting on his knees at the head of her bed, y/n snuggled tightly between the headboard and his chest. He breathed in deeply, smelling the oh so sweet smell of her shampoo, he liked it. Kirishima immediately exhaled when he finished, silently greatful he didn’t ruin anything on the wall of her room.

“Good job! It looks great.” Y/m smiled.

“Now sign your name at the bottom so I can tell people the infamous Red Riot did a drawing in my room.”

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“Staying still, eyes closed, let the world just past me by!” Kirishima sang, holding a paintbrush like a microphone.

“Shhhh, it’s past midnight, if Bakugou comes in here I’m letting you handle it!” Y/n giggled, painting the back of her door.

Kirishima ignored her,grabbing her wrists and pulling her to his chest.

“Dance with me L/n!” He giggled. Y/n rolled her eyes, but nevertheless she danced and mumbled the song along side her friend.

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“It tickles.” Kirishima giggled, eyes closed as y/n held his chin.

“If you sneeze I’m gonna kick you.” Y/n cackled, running a paintbrush over his nose.

“That’s animal abuse!”

“You’ll be fine!......There I’m done.” She mumbled, leaning back and looking over her work. She had painted whiskers and a nose onto his pale skin, successfully making him look like a cat.

“Don’t I look, purrr-fect?” He smiled, winking at her.

“Oh my gosh get outtt!” She laughed.

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As things began to tone down, Kirishima watched, listening as y/n hummed along to the smooth music playing in the background. He studied her face, the way her eyebrows scrunched with every flick of her paintbrush. Then his eyes trailed over the mural on the wall. It was a painting of a woman with flowing hair surrounded in roses and petals.

“I hope I’m not distracting you, but what are you painting on that wall?” Y/n smiled, making Kirishima blush.

“Aphrodite. She’s she’s the Greek goddess of love, beauty, pleasure, passion and procreation. Shes most beautiful woman who’s ever lived.”

“Really?” He hung on her every word, sighing as her smooth voice bounced in his head.

“They say if you ever have the honor of being visited by her, she’ll look like the most beautiful person in your eyes. Everything you find attractive will be realized into one person, even things you didn’t know you liked. Some people even claimed that their spouses were Aphrodite, but I assume they were just madly in love.”

His gaze was glued to her face now. Memorizing the way her lips pursed and her eyes lit up when she spoke. There was something about her that he couldn’t put a finger on. He felt...special around her. Like when he was with her he really was someone important.

“Im little curious....what would your Aphrodite look like?” She asked, catching his gaze. The red head blushed, bright read, fumbling with his words. Y/n giggled, turning back to her wall and continuing.

“Forget it, it’s a silly question.”

He didn’t have the guts to say she was his Aphrodite.

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“Aaaand we’re done!” Y/n sighed, leaning back dramatically on her bed. Kirishima chuckled as she stretched, looking over all their work. There wasn’t a bit of the room that was visibly it’s original color.

“It looks amazing, you’re really talented!” He praised.

“Nah it just looks good because I had you here, she mumbled, her eyes closed. The two sat in comfortable silence for a long while. So long that Kirishima could have sworn she was asleep.

“What time is it?” Y/n asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Almost 5am.” He replied.

“Wanna watch a studio Ghibli movie?” Y/n asked with a devious smirk.

“Of course”

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It wasn’t until the sun was peaking through the window and y/n was fast asleep against his bare chest did Kirishima finally pick up his phone.

‘Guys? I need help.’

Bakubro: What did you do this time, shitty hair?

Flex Tape: what’s up bro?

Pikachu: You’re not in jail right?

Strawberry Lemonade: Jail Trip Time!

‘Nono, I’m not in trouble.’

‘It’s just I’

‘Okay so, I spent the night with L/n last night.’

Strawberry Lemonade: 😏

Pikachu: WAIT DONT TELL ME YOU—

Bakubro: SO THATS WHY IT WAS SO FUCKING LOUD

‘WAIT NO WE DIDNT DO ANYTHING’

‘I just helped her paint.’

Flex Tape: Laaaamee

Strawberry Lemonade: Then whats the problem?

‘I think I’m love.’

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