#silently thinking they messed up somehow until you are suddenly trying to hold their hand!!!

[mosaickiwi]

momoo auugh i had another idea a bit ago but i forgor </3 totally not self indulgent but could i request an angel who's normally very touch-aversed (with gloves n all) carefully reaching out to redacted to just hold their hand or something small without their glove(s) 👉👈 a quiet, tender moment with angel and redacted. i need the comfort lol

hope that made sense, i love your work sm!!

hiii hiiii shalls <3!!! Immediately started on this when I got it for no particular reason hehehehehe :3c happy birthday!!

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

~Touch Averse Angel~

“Ren?”

[REDACTED] perked up beside you at the sound of your voice. You’d been quieter than usual, milling from store to store lost in thought as he trailed not too far behind along the pier. It was meant to be a simple shopping date. But you were too distracted to even remember what you'd bought despite the bags at your feet.

You were staring out at the ocean, trying to work up the courage to hold his hand. It had happened a couple of times before. Only with your gloves on, once you'd mentally prepared. Never for too long, either. You wanted it to be different this time.

It took a second to realize they were still waiting, patient for whatever you wanted to say. The silence had lasted longer than you meant it to. 

“Can we...” you began, unsure if you could even say it. You weren't prepared just yet as you turned to look at him. “...Can you go get me something warm to drink?” you asked.

Their response came with an amused smile, snake bites tugging up with the corners of his mouth. “Sure thing, Angel. Guessin' you want the usual?” You silently nodded. “Be right back.” 

He obviously knew you meant to ask something else, but he didn't pry. Instead, he sauntered off towards a brightly patterned stall further down the pier.

You immediately fussed with the fabric of your gloves, hurried to pull them off and shove them away in a coat pocket. An embarrassed huff escaped as you turned to lean forward on the wooden railing, arms crossed to stave off the cool breeze that came to brush at your fingertips.

Maybe you were overthinking it. You didn't need to announce that you wanted to hold their hand. They'd get the message loud and clear if you just went for it.

The old wood of the pier barely creaked under his boots as [REDACTED] came back. A tall cup was set on the railing next to you, scarred fingers wrapped far at the bottom to hold it steady.

“Thanks,” you said as you reached for it. He let go as soon as you securely grabbed the top. 

His blue eyes seemed to zero in on your hands. They took a sip of their own drink before asking, “Gloves bothering you?”

“Something like that,” you mumbled as you mustered up the courage again. Steam from the drink wafted into your face as you took a few sips to warm up and think it over. He wasn’t quite in reach anymore, but you’d take the next opportunity as soon as—

“I have another pair if y'need ‘em,” he said softly. 

The dark-haired man pulled a set of gloves out from his jacket. They weren’t in his style, nor his size. You watched as he placed them on the railing, just as he did with the drink. Had he always been carrying around an extra pair for you? He wasn’t even wearing any of his own.

“Um, thank you,” you repeated and fell silent, a little caught off guard. You took the gloves and fiddled with them for a moment. The fabric felt softer than your other ones, and a lot warmer from being hidden away in his coat. It was comforting.

The gloves had to be stashed in another pocket for now. Yet again he didn't question your actions, despite how odd you were being—how odd you'd been all day. You drummed your fingers on the styrofoam cup as you glanced at him from the corner of your eyes.

For once, he wasn't looking at you. He was leaning back, one hand dangling off the edge of the railing while the other held his drink close to his mouth. Every so often he was biting his lip as he swallowed with a tiny wrinkle to his brow.

You shifted closer and began to reach for him.

They were quick to notice once you moved, eyes widening and darting between your face and your hand—your bare hand—that was slowly inching towards theirs on the wooden surface. There was clear anticipation in the way his fingers curled and uncurled, though he otherwise held still. Somehow his patience to let you take your time helped calm your nerves. It took a few more seconds until you eventually felt the warmth radiating from their hand.

His skin was a little rough in some places. You delicately traced over the faint veins running along the back of his hand before tucking your fingers in to touch the softer side of his palm. The angle seemed awkward, but you were determined to see it through. They slightly turned their wrist to make it easier for you to hold on. 

Neither of you spoke while you settled into the feeling for the first time.

Everything about it felt different without the barrier you normally had. It was new, but comfortable. You didn’t mind how cold [REDACTED]'s fingertips were compared to the rest of him, or the way his thumb draped loosely over your unsteady knuckles. A silent sort of reminder that you could pull away whenever you needed to—except you wanted to stay like this.

If it wasn’t for the rather hasty swig of his drink that he took once you carefully tightened your grip, you would’ve seen the beginnings of an uncontrollable smile on your partner’s face.

#14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy redacted #14dwy ren #momo reqs #yippeeeeeeeee!!! #i rly liked writing this 😭 #precious to me #cause it's a different kinda mushy <3 #hyper aware not to touch you ever at all unless you initiate #bringing extra gloves all the time in case something happens to yours #silently thinking they messed up somehow until you are suddenly trying to hold their hand!!! #i lub

[bby-deerling]

Deerling, my duo;

imagine jumping out from somewhere and scaring them or accidentally scaring them by silently walking up to them.

Please, scare them: Law, Zoro, Usopp, and whoever you chose.

mimi, my other half with the larger majority of the braincells<3

this is my first time writing for usopp i think so please be gentle

accidentally scaring them

ft. zoro, usopp, law

masterlist

tagging: @eelnoise @fanaticsnail @indydonuts @willowbelle

zoro

zoro has observation haki; you shouldn't be able to catch him off guard so easily, but he's so singularly focused on finding luffy at the current moment, that he stomps right past you, water gun in tow. with a smirk on your face, you take aim, no difficult feat considering the fact that he's a wide slab of hulking muscle. with a sharp inhale, you pull the barrel of your own gun towards you, shooting a stream of water straight into the center of his back.

you expected him to immediately whip around and fire back, but instead, he jumps, alarm in his good eye as he scans his surroundings; however, the brief flash of panic turns into mild annoyance as he realizes it's just you, giggling from behind a stack of crates. backed into a corner and unable to move from your hiding spot without him getting his hands on you, you accept defeat as he shoots you right in the forehead, leaving a mess of water running down between your eyes. having received your punishment, you make a move to bolt off and find your next target, but zoro pins you against the wall, making your breath hitch in your throat.

"and where do you think you're going, huh?" he murmurs lowly as he leans in dangerously close, his broad hand resting on your waist.

"wouldn't you like to know," you tease, not giving him any information regarding your next move; you love zoro with all your heart, but for the duration of this water gun fight, the two of you were on separate teams, battling it out until your entire team either gives up or gets thrown overboard. deep down, you know you should be trying to squirm out of his hold on you, but the warmth of his hand searing into your cool, wet skin is intoxicating, and keeps your feet planted firmly in place as your needy eyes drift towards his lips.

zoro chuckles at your stubbornness as he suddenly breaks the spell he's put on you and tosses you up over his shoulder with one smooth motion. "you should've ran when you had the chance; hope you enjoy your dip in the ocean," he says with a devilish smirk, squeezing your thigh playfully as you pound on his back and plead for mercy between laughs.

usopp

you hadn't meant to scare the great and powerful usopp, but he was just so wrapped up in his newest project that a tap on the shoulder was enough to make his entire body jolt. with a girlish squeal, he whips around, only to flush with embarrassment upon seeing you standing there sheepishly with a mug of coffee with cream that you thankfully hadn't spilled a single drop of.

"sorry for scaring you, babe. i just wanted to bring you a little treat," you say, unable to hold back your giggles, which only makes him more flustered.

"i wasn't scared. the great captain usopp doesn't get scared!" he snaps back, a bead of sweat running down his forehead. somehow, out of all the lies he tells, the ones where he's barely masking his nerves are the most endearing of all, and you give him a beaming smile as you pat him on the back.

"mhm, sure," you say with a mischievous glint in your eye as you sit yourself down in a stool next to his and hand him his mug. bending forwards, you eye the object on his workbench curiously; it seems to be a new prototype for nami's climatact. "tell me about what you're making! it must be pretty cool considering the fact that you're the smartest, most clever inventor in the entire world!" you say, simultaneously switching the subject and appealing to his ego.

usopp perks up instantly, grinning as he tells you all about the new features of nami's device that he's adding, along with some cosmetic improvements he's making, the embarrassment of being scared out of his mind long forgotten, replaced with the glee he feels from the admiration that brims in your eyes.

law

"hey, captain!" you chirp as you approach law from behind in the hallway, sliding across the metal floors in your socks in order to gain enough speed to catch up with his long strides. he stiffens upon hearing his titled called out when he had been dead certain that he was alone, spilling a few drops of coffee onto the floor in the process. "sorry, didn't mean to startle you," you say with a laugh as he spins around to face you, letting out a small sigh of relief when he sees it's only you who is demanding his attention at present; he was actually on his way to go look for you, and the corner of his lips slightly turn upward upon the realization that you were both simultaneously seeking each other out.

"you're like a cat," he says bluntly as he holds your chin between his thumb and index finger, "always hiding and sneaking around until you suddenly want attention." he feels your face grow warm as you smile sheepishly at him, to the point where he can't resist moving his hand upwards and squishing your cheeks together.

"hey, knock it off!" you giggle, your admonishment having little to no bark behind it. law smirks as he lets you go and wraps an arm around you, guiding you towards your shared bedroom.

"sorry, i can't help it. you're too cute sometimes." he murmurs softly near your ear as you walk, careful to keep his comment far from any of your friends' prying ears.

though if any of them were to see the two of you walking together so snugly, they'd be more than capable of putting the pieces together

#one piece x reader #law x reader #zoro x reader #usopp x reader #trafalgar law x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x you #law x you #usopp x you #usopp x y/n #roronoa zoro x you #trafalgar law x you #one piece fanfiction #one piece headcanons #one piece scenario #one piece drabble

[livelaughlovesubs]

Hey Nini! Sooo I was wondering if maybe you can write about how the kings + Eligos would be and react while having a vibrator in them in public, controlled in public.

:) also how are yooouu?

- 🐼

Hey dear, I’m doing well~ here is the fic you requested, hope you don’t mind how long it took

I’m not going to do lucifer, cuz we don’t know much about him yet, I don’t want to speculate sorry

Satan

This is hell, and he’s the one that told you that, to enjoy yourself to the fullest. Then he also has to help you with that, no? Devils are pretty shameless things, so he definitely would mind it. But maybe he’ll mess things up to provoke you, your anger really tastes delicious after all.

You were walking down the streets of Gehenna, holding satans hand. The two of you looked like a newlywed, an innocent couple spending time together. On this day a second hand market opened on the streets, many devils came out to gift or sell their stuff. “Hey Satan, what do you think of this gun?” You pointed towards one of the many weapons on the display, Satan scoffed, “you don’t need those things, I’ll protect you.” “Yea right…” somehow you didn’t sound convinced, but instead sarcastic. The seller tried to promote his stuff and said, “your majesty Satan! But they look really interested in buying one, and you never know if you won’t need one…”

He growled, “are you doubting my abilities? Want me to show it to you?” “No no no! Not at all, your majesty..! I- I’m sorry!” “Let’s get go- aAHhh.” Suddenly a moan erupted from the devil king, surprising everyone that heard it. “Did I hear it right?” “Was it.. his majesty..?” No one knew what was going on, except for you two. You had to give it your all to not start grinning stupidly, fingers playing with the remote in your pockets. Satan slammed some money onto the desk and took the gun with him, then he took you by your wrist and stomped off. You couldn’t help but laugh silently, giggling like an idiot.

“Hmmm? What’s gotten into you? Are you alright, Satan?” You acted clueless as you two walked past the other stalls. It was cute how his legs shook, but you had to admit, he was doing pretty good pulling himself together. “Look at me, Satan, what’s wrong?” Teasing him even more, trying to provoke him. When he did turn around, you had to bite your lips to keep your composure. His face was all red, teeth clenched together and sweating, his breathing was also uneven and shaky. The vibrator was buzzing around inside him, enough for his mind to get clouded by lust. And the fact you made him almost get caught fuelled his lust. “I need it, now.” That wasn’t a plead, it was a command, a need of his. “If you can hold on until I’m done with my shopping, then I might think about it.” Don’t even expect him to follow your words, because for him, it’s more fun if you do get angry at him.

Mammon

The one that claims to be yours, just like Satan, he’d do anything you ask of him. For him to please his master, to fulfil their requests, isn’t it natural for a servant? For something that belongs to them? As long as you keep being greedy with your commands, oh how he loves it.

Bimet just loves money, doesn’t he? And he especially enjoyed counting money, even more so if it was mammons. Cuz he can do that for centuries! It’s such a relaxing thing to do! This time, you went to the treasure trove of Tartarus with the two devils, curious as to see all the riches of your servant. “I know it might be hard to not steal anything, but still, don’t.” The peach haired male told you, it was a warning. “I won’t I won’t, it belongs to me anyway.” You answered, you weren’t technically wrong with your statement. While Bimet was going around, basically bathing in this Paradies and dream of his, you and mammon stood at the entrance. “He really loves this room.” “He does, and I don’t mind it.” “But it’s getting boring for me.” Mammon looked at you after you said that, he thought about what to do then proposed, “master, you can take anything you want.” “I can?” “Yes.” Well then, if he insists…

You had him wear a vibrator beforehand, and since he is encouraging you to do what you want, you decided to turn it on. Watching him jerk a little, shivers ran down his spine and his face turned reddish instantly. “Ahh.. master.” “You don’t mind this, do you mammon?” He smiled at you, after a few seconds he kneeled down in front of you, wrapping his arms around your legs. “Give me all you have, be more greedy, master.” “Alright.” Then you turned it up a few levels. “Mhm..! AhHhh.” The avatar of greed tried his best to hold in his voice, don’t wanting to disturb Bimet who was counting every last coin in the chamber. It looked weird to you how he didn’t notice anything and couldn’t read the room, was he really that absorbed in his little hobby? Nevertheless it made you more eager. “You are pretty considerate, mammon, let’s see how long you can hold on.”

The way it rubbed against him was heavenly, or should he say hellish? Yet it wasn’t nearly enough, he needed more than just a little toy like this. His desires and want was overwhelming, raising his lust even more. You stroked his hair as he kept kneeling at your feet, you also caressed his horns a few times. Not long after that you saw a wet spot appearing through his robes. Those sensations were enough to send him over the edge, muffled groans escaped him. “What a needy servant. You think you can do another round for me?” Of course you’d want another round. You were his master, and you won’t be satisfied with just one.

Leviathan

You had to convince him, because why should he. Not that he doesn’t like it, in fact the devils probably like any kind of pleasure, the question is why should he listen to you. Just treat it like you are arguing with a child, “because I said so.” And he might listen. Being arrogant is the way to go with him. (Quote from Solomon)

It took a while to convince him, which is why you were even more exited at the thought of playing with him. You got the opportunity when Levi invited you to one of his meetings, apparently it had something to do with you. “That’s why you have to attend.” Those were his words, he didn’t clarify why you were included and why your presence was needed. Again, leaving you in the dark, carrying out his own plans. You knew he was going to get something out of having you there, otherwise he would have never done this, so you decided to take something from him as well. It’s not faire trade if only one side gets what they desire.

Your request was a simple one, for him to put a small vibrator inside him while attending the meeting. Leviathan, as prideful as always, disagreed at first. Though as mentioned before, he eventually gave in to your requirement. Such a little thing won’t hurt him, and he’ll get jealous if you proposed the idea to someone else. That’s what led you to your current situation, with Levi sitting at the long table and all of his subordinates on either side. You were right next to him, he said it’s so that you wont cause any troubles. Right, that must be the reason, mhm. The meeting was surprisingly very political and serious, they all had their own opinions and arguments, as well as worries. Discussing them among themselves, asking Levi for his thoughts once in a while.

It got boring real quick, you were here because you were ‘needed’, but it was too much talking and not enough action. That’s when you remembered the little thing you prepared, finally things are spicing up. With a swift motion you raised the intensity of the vibrator, going from zero to the middle in an instant. He doesn’t need to get used to it, and you weren’t going to be nice neither. Their flustered expressions are what you were truly looking for after all. “Ah..” the male gasped a little, in an instant he glared at you, burning you with his gaze. “What’s wrong, your majesty? Please continue! I’m behaving well~” smirking at him playfully while you fumbled with the remote more and more. His once pale face flushed and turned pink, he also started smiling with content. Some whimpers were threatening to spill, but he forced them down, causing him to not get any air in the process. The others haven’t noticed the strange expression of their king yet, and levi wanted to tell you to stop. But if he did so, he would be jealous of his past self that got to enjoy this pleasure able moment, ahhhh what a dilemma..! Guess he just has to keep going then!

Beelzebub

He’d to do for free, without questions asked. You want it? Sure, why not then. He might, just be to cheeky, ask for compensation, like your underwear or clothes. If you do give it to him, count him in, he’ll do whatever you want and way more. Beel really is carefree and spontaneous huh?

It’s been a while since you saw the wandering king. These days, with how much he traveled around, it was hard to meet him. Even more difficult than meeting andrealphus. So when you did get the chance to talk to him again, he immediately invited you out to a restaurant. “I know the owner personally, the food’s really good.” Beel said, before ordering something from the menu. “So.. what have you been up to these days?” You asked him after the waiter left, he answered, “thinking about ways to steal you from Satan.” “You must be joking again.” The man grinned, he is joking, right? “Don’t kidnap me. I dare you.” You warned him, but it sounded like an ant trying to threaten an elephant. “Oh? What else am I supposed to do then?” He questioned you sarcastically, “hmm. Prove you are better than him?” This caught his attention, “prove? What do you mean?” There was no answer to his question, you just said that out of impulse, nonetheless you thought about it and got a pretty good idea.

You rummaged in your bag and pockets, til you found a small sex toy you had brought with you. It was a coincidence that you had it, cuz it was meant to be used on someone else, until you meet the avatar of gluttony. “Go to the bathroom and use it, come back when you put it in nicely.” This time you were smirking at him. Even though you were sure he would agree, you were still a little curious of his choice. “And you will test me? Haha, interesting.” Beel said and obliged, standing up and coming back after a few minutes. “It’s all done!” He said with a smile, seemingly exited about it.

Soon the water came back with plates of delicious looking food, they dishes looked amazing, like a piece of art. Not to mention the smell, it was so good you would have had to sell your house to get a piece of this, if you were still on earth. “Please enjoy your meal.” The waiter said, and beel wanted to answer. Right as he opened your mouth, you decided to test his patience, turning the toy on and watching his face twist. His eyes widened and little, before he grinned sheepishly again, using his hands to press down onto his raging erection. “Mhm~! Ah, yes, ahhh~ thank you, we will be fine. Hmm!” “Ah, is that so, your highness, then please excuse me.” You didn’t know why, but the devil hurriedly ran away. “Well well, lucky you beel.” After uttering those words, you turned it off again. “Guess this means I have to wait until they come back.” Ah, how was he going to enjoy his food like this?

Eligos

He would, because this means you’ll shower him with attention. You will stare at him the whole day to see his reactions, to be near him all the time and tend to him afterwards, right? The other devils will also stare at him because of it. Besides, mammon will question him after it too, so even more attention!

Eligos was an adorable devil, enough to make you feel joy whenever you saw him. You wanted to fulfil his every request, just because of your fondness of him. He looked very innocent for a resident of hell, so consider you surprised when he asked for permission to do such a naughty act. “Are you sure you want to do this?” You said in a soft voice, patting his head while he layer his head on your lap. “Yes, so please, let’s do it?” The shorter male asked for you to control the vibrator he kept inside him. Apparently he wanted to do this with you for a while now, and has been waiting for this day with eager anticipation. It was hard saying no after knowing his background infos.

“If that’s really what you want?” “Yes!” He answered, well, if that’s the case you won’t say no. The two of you went to a spa together, he explained that he went there regularly because of how relaxing it was. Since you were curious about the spas and bathhouses of hell, you both decided to go into the public bathhouse first. When you saw the water, you got a little nervous. It looked way hotter than the ones you’ve seen on earth, were you going to get burned by this? Eligos kept telling you it will be fine, before he stripped and jumped into the water. Somehow he didn’t look uncomfortable at all but instead enjoying the temperature. Of course devils were tougher, but they also had a generally high body temperature?

You touched the water surface with your tiptoes, and it was like boiling water. “Ah. Hot.” The pale devil swam towards you and pouted, speaking in a disappointed manner, “aww, sorry, I didn’t make sure it gets adjusted to human standards.” “It’s alright, Eligos.” You tried to tell him, but he shook his head, “now you won’t have anything to do though, all the others are also in the water.” Right, there were more than one or two devils. There were many. “It’s alright, I only need you.” Before the little devil could process your words, something started moving inside him. “Mhm..! Ah-ahhhh! You are playing foul!” “Why’s that?” Eligos clenched to the edge, legs trembling slightly as his cheeks flushed. “… I need more than just this.” He started to feel some eyes on him and it made him more aroused. “Is that so? My little devil isn’t that little after all?” Once again you patted his head, like you were proud of him. He closed his eyes, when he opened them again, he got pleasantly surprised by your teasing gaze, “you proposed the idea first, Eligos, please don’t mind me being greedy.” He wasn’t going to mind, as long as you kept your attention on him.

#whb #what in hell is bad #sub character #sub!character #dom reader #dom!reader #mammon whb #leviathan whb #whb levi #sub whb #whb satan #beelzbub whb #whb beelzebub #eligos whb #whb eligos #🐼 anon

[macabrecake]

HI CAKE IM HERE WITH AN RE6 LEON IDEA: Maybe during the plane ride to China, Leon finds out that reader was severely injured (perhaps has broken ribs or a stab wound/gash) and was trying to hide it until she suddenly coughs/throws up blood, and he takes reader to the bathroom to help her out/scold her when reader is like "i didn't want you to worry about me, boss" skssswidbdid maybe rookie! Reader? loVE YOU <3 MWAH

YES! LOVE ME SOME PROTECTIVE RE6 LEON! This took a minute and I'm sorry about that but here ya go! ❤️

Leon's eyes are sharp. Some could even joke that his gaze could very well put a hawk to shame. Even if it weren't a joke, you'd believe it. So the moment you found that deep red splotch on your gloved hand, and tasted copper on your tongue, after you coughed- you knew you were fucked. Because if you could see it, then Leon definitely could see it too. And you would be correct when the man sitting across from you is up in a flash and quickly hauling you off to the airplane's bathroom without a word.

Only Leon could ever make silence still seem utterly loud.

You swore you were gonna tell him sooner, but the mission took so many unexpected turns you weren't sure when would've been the right time. Now you can't even bring yourself to lock eyes with the blonde agent while he works on cleaning and bandaging the wound inflicted to your side. Which was bigger than you originally thought- feeling him have to slightly move your bra upwards more to disinfect the whole thing. Not that you have to risk being burned by Leon's intimidating stare anyway, just by the tone of his voice, you know he isn't happy.

"What the fuck were you thinking not telling me about this?" He speaks lowly while wrapping the gauze around your torso, while you keep your shirt out of his way and sit quietly. Feeling so small before him. "I mean for Christ's sake y/n. Your whole side is a mess, you could have broken ribs, and possibly an infection. Yet you're treating it like it's a damn paper cut." You lightly flinch, but not from the pain, Leon normally uses nicknames when addressing you. Things like- Rookie, Sunshine, Princess, and Little Miss.

It's not often he uses your actual name. Let alone say it with such anger. That's what truly sets in stone that you really messed up. Eventually, once you're wound is fully dressed, Leon steps away and crosses his arms, still glaring at you and waiting for an explanation. "Answer me, agent..."

His command makes you tense up slightly before releasing a small sigh as you finally pick your head up to try and at least glance at him. "I wasn't sure when would've been the right time to tell you. I mean the President's dead and now the three of us are fugitives." You explain with a sense of defeat, your eyes quick to fall away from your superior and look at the floor instead, your tone growing quieter. "There's already so much you have to worry about. I didn't want you to worry about me too."

The angry crease in Leon's brows soften at your answer as he uncrosses his arms. Feeling a pang of guilt for snapping at you now. He could say you shouldn't hide things like that just for other people's sake, but that would make him a hypocrite. The man knows he'd do the exact same thing. Hell, he's never stopped doing that. Leon slowly moves back towards you in order to help you slip your weapons harness back on, being careful to not make it too tight against your side.

"You know, I've been given orders to make you one of my top priorities. So it's technically my job to worry about you." The agent muses, his tone softer now. Letting a small smile tug at his lips when you fully look up at him. "Meaning, don't hold out on me when you're hurt like this. Especially if it's this severe. Just... Talk to me, ok?" He asks, bright blue eyes holding a silent plea as his thick fingers somehow find their way to be intertwined with your nimble ones. You'd both glance down, but find that neither you nor Leon would let go right away, if anything you lightly squeeze his hands with a smile and nod. "Ok."

The agent mirrors your smile before reluctantly letting his fingers retreat to help you off the counter and opens the bathroom door for you. "Now let's go kick Simmons' ass." Your smile breaks into a full grin, more than ready to take that bastard down, "Yes sir!" Your excitable response rewards you with a chuckle from Leon as he follows you back to your seats. Little do you know, the government never actually gave Leon those orders. But that isn't stopping him.

You're his main priority.

#this took an embarrassing amount of time #but better late than never #plus writing Leon being alittle mean only because he deeply cares and wants to protect is something I actually don't do often #i should write it more 😌 #just protective Leon in general #i need ALL of it #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 6 #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #re6 leon

[why-what-no]

Happier Alone Part 1

Part Two

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sadness, one swear word I think

Summary: Billy met a girl who made him realize how lonely he was, letting her into his life and loving her. But when he messes up and she treats him like he treated so many girls before her, he worries that he might loose the best thing he’s ever had. (Angst with a happy ending)

Requested by: @mothshabby

When they first met, Billy was constantly impressed by so many of the things (Y/N) did. She was brave, always ready to stand up for what she believed in, but always had a nice thing to say about everyone, even him. He didn’t mean to fall in love with her. He thought he was perfectly fine alone, without someone he loved or trusted. But somehow he had gotten attached to her and finally realized how miserable his solitude really was.

But then he screwed up. Billy got cocky, thinking that since he wouldn’t ever leave her, she wouldn’t do the same. So, when he started spending more time with his friends, more time not spent with her, he couldn’t understand why she got so irritated. Even more, he couldn’t understand why she would do the same. Starting to neglect him for her friends, to go to more parties. Finally, he spotted her speaking to some guy in her class, and he made the mistake of commenting on it.

He knew he deserved her being mad at him for it, knew that she hadn’t cheated on him. But… both of their buried resentment from the lack of attention given to their relationship had bubbled up. Thus began a shouting match that lasted until nightfall.  

It lasted until she got suddenly silent. When he did the same, she took a deep breath. “I think we shouldn’t be with each other anymore.” She told him, as a pit formed in Billy’s stomach at those words

 ***

 “Can I still see you?” Billy asked a few minutes later, sitting on the arm of a sofa. After her declaration, there had been a few minutes of complete silence as he took in what she had said. He looked at (Y/N) when she didn’t say anything. “(Y/N), can I still see you? Answer me.” He was terrified at the idea of loosing the only good thing is his life.

She shook her head. “Can’t see you. If I see you, I’ll never leave you.” He watched her try and stay strong, try to avoid looking at him.

“What would you do if I find someone else?”

She shrugged. “Be jealous?”

“You still love me?” He knew he should stop pushing, but he needed to know. Needed to make sure she wasn’t going to disappear on him.

“Of course.”

“You’re lying. I’ve been you.” He told her. He knew he had said those exact words that she had said to him, but to some other girls who he didn’t even remember the names of. He blinked away tears at the thought of her forgetting about him, his voice cracking. “Can I just.. hold you?”

There was no hesitation as (Y/N) stepped closer, letting Billy wrap his arms around her waist. Despite what she had said, she hated seeing him unhappy. Burying his face in her stomach, his words were muffled against her. “I amuse you, and I bore you.” He told her, sure that those words were true. Otherwise why would she abandon him?

She brush her hand through his hair. “No, no, no.” She reassured, hating to see him like this.

“Did you even love me?” The fact that he felt the need to asked that broke her heart.

“I’ll always love you. I hate hurting you.”

He wanted to shout at her, to get mad. But all he could do is sigh and pull her closer. “Then why are you?”

She was silent for a minute, thinking deeply. ‘Because I’m selfish.” She finally said, hating to admit it. “And I think I’ll be happier alone.”

“You won’t. You’ll miss me.” He spoke from the experience of those years of treating love like something to run away from. “Nothing will ever be good enough for you when you don’t love anyone, I know.”

But she just looked at him, peering down at Billy sadly. He hated that, disappointed in himself. He used to be the heartbreaker. The kind of guy to jump from girl to girl, forgetting them as soon as the short relationship was over. He supposed this was payback for all of that, finding a girl who he truly loved and then her doing the exact same thing he did to so many others. “I’m the one who leaves. I’m supposed to leave you. I’m the one who leaves.” He told her, his voice harsher than before. But he knew he didn’t have the upper hand. Knew he was just as desperate as before.

But the look in her eye when he said those words, that gave him hope. When she leaned closer to him and held him tighter, he took his chance and kissed her.

 She didn’t pull away, instead pulling him closer.

***

It was like they wanted to be as near to each other as possible, hands in hair and around their bodies. One of Billy’s hands cupping her face and the other wrapped around her back. Holding her against him, like he never wanted to let go of her again.

When they separated to take a much-needed breath, she still didn’t let go of him. “Come back to me.” Billy urged her; foreheads pressed together as they breathed deeply. “Don’t leave me.”

(Y/N) looked at him with a hint of worry, worry that he was going to break her heart if she listened to him. But she just sighed.

“Let’s get to bed.” She said, accepted him.                          

#billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove angst #billy hargove x reader #stranger things billy #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #billy Hargrove #closer #natalie portman #closer film #my fics

[positiveglitchexists]

Magical tickles

Warnings: Tommy pushes Wilbur away quite a bit in this fic but they have a safeword in place:] Also swearing cause it's a Tommy fic-

Notes: FAIRIES!!! :D This is about fairies!! I'm sorry if this doesn't do Tommy justice but he's not really my favorite to centric writing around but I felt like this fit him so :] if something sounds weird just message me and tell so I can fix it!

This wonderful person: @fluffallamaful helped me with the tummy nibbles so go check them out! They post some amazing tickle concepts about the crew boys!!

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"Faes, mythical creatures known for being mischievous and being allergic to iron. An ask of your name and you'll disappear, being dragged to the fae court or dancing until death-"

"The people who write these are pricks, why do other magical creatures get cool stuff written about them and we only get death and allergic to iron?" Tommy shrugged and placed the book he was reading from down, "Maybe faes are just not interesting, I mean your pretty boring." Tommy tried to hide his grin at his comment, knowing that Wilbur would cause a scene.

Wilbur opened his mouth and closed it his wings twitched in surprise before he put his hand on his chest. "How dare you. I will have you know all faes are very interesting including me! Have you seen my wings?? My guitar skills?? My ama-zing hair!"

Tommy tried holding his laugher in before he made eye contact with Wilbur and started laughing. Wilbur scoffed, "Your laughing at me? I will have you know that if you really want something to laugh about I'll give you something to laugh about!" Tommy kept laughing but slowly slowed down, "Whahahat?"

Wilbur grinned, "Faes are very good at tickle magic." Tommy was silent for a minute, his face confused as Wilbur stood up, his wings fluttering in excitement behind him. "Wait oh- haha uh- W-Wilbur you know we are like brothers right-" Tommy started ranting nervously, trying to scoot away until Wilbur was standing above him and grinning.

"Wilhlhlhbur plehehease-" Wilbur pretended to think, giving Tommy enough time to scramble on his knees and squeeze his sides but Wilbur didn't react, he just grinned even more.

"What the fuck?" "I'm not ticklish Tommy." Tommy's eyes widened, "Everyone's ticklish somewhere! Just tell me your tickle spots-" Wilbur laughed, "Well I won't do that but you certainly will!" "What?-" Wilbur's voice suddenly became soft and echoey, the words sounding enticing and comforting.

"Tommyinnit, Where are you ticklish?"

Tommy felt his body relax and he slowly sat back down, his jaw opening without his permission. "My sides and stomach." Tommy blinked a few times before his face turned red, "your such a fuckin bitch man- that was so unfair!"

Wilbur crouched down infront of Tommy and put his hand on Tommy's head, messing up his hair with a grin. Tommy narrowed his eyes and pushed Wilburs hand away, making Wilbur let out a chuckle. "It's not my fault I am sooooo powerful and so handsome-" Tommy groaned, making Wilbur let out a laugh.

Wilbur took a deep breath and his face softened as he looked Tommy in the eyes. "Seriously though, if you want me stop just.. Yell mercy okay?" "Okay Will, I trust you."

Wilbur smiled and suddenly his fingers tips begin to shine a light blue before slowly disappearing, Tommy raised an eyebrow but Wilbur just kept smiling before he lightly tapped Tommy's sides. a small thing that normally wouldn't effect Tommy but he burst into giggles at it, somehow feeling his sensitivity increase. "Whahahat the hehehehell?"

"Tickle magic!" Wilbur reminded happily before continuing to do light taps up and down Tommy's sides, sometimes stopping and slowly sliding them up and down. Making Tommy reach for his hands, but not exactly stopping him. Wilbur suddenly squeezed Tommy's sides, Making Tommy let out a surprise yelp that was quickly followed by laughter.

Wilbur hummed and moved his hands down to Tommy's stomach, "Tommy, Lift your shirt please" Tommy's face turned a light pink and he lifted his hands to cover his face, groaning out of embarrassment.

Wilbur spoke in a hushed tone, "Tommy. If you don't lift your shirt then I will, and trust me I think we both know that if I do it then I will slowly glide my fingers over to your ribs, I know it's not a bad spot which is why I'll keep my fingers there and I will keep wiggling and gliding them, maybe drag my nails a bit until you are in the biggest lee mood and will be begging for me to tickle all your cute little ticklish spots!"

Tommy quickly dropped his hands from his face and lifted his shirt, his face still a light pink but slowly going away. Wilbur smiled and lightly grazed his fingertips against Tommy's stomach, watching the skin jump. "Thank you Tommy."

Tommy let out a few breathy giggles before Wilbur had his fingertips glow pink before fading once again. Wilbur started skittering his fingers on Tommy's stomach except instead of Tommy feeling just the fingers on his stomach, he felt phantom hands skittering against his inner thighs and some that targeted his knees.

Tommy begin to kick and squirm, laughter falling out of him. Wilbur on the other hand was trying to avoid getting kicked in the face, twisting and shifting his body every which way. "WHAHAHAHT THE HEHEHELL IS THIS MAHAHAHAN?" Wilbur eventually lifted his hands and grabbed both of Tommy's feet, pinning them down.

"It's just phantom hands, my last power increases sensitivity and this one gives me phantom hands that follows my consciousness, so if I want them in a specific place-" Tommy let out a snort and they both freezed, Wilburs phantom hands paused and Wilbur slowly closed his mouth. After awhile, the phantom hand, the one under his thigh, moved again doing the same movement, making Tommy let out another snort.

Wilbur chuckled and quickly let the phantom hands continue their movements, not giving Tommy anytime to process his cheeks burning red. "I never even knew you could snort, did you plan to keep this from me forever? Keeping your cute little snorts all to yourself? How selfish!" Wilbur exclaimed but his smile indicated he adored the noise.

Tommy was too busy laughing to respond and with his feet now pinned down and his arms being the thing that was holding his upper body up, he had no where to release his ticklish energy besides shaking his head.

Wilbur eventually lifted his hands, shooing away the phantom hands. He quickly crawled over to the side of Tommy, avoiding getting kicked while Tommy let out any tickle energy that was left.

After awhile, when Tommy was done squirming, Wilbur lifted him and placed him on his lap sideways. Tommy placed his hands down to hold himself up, suprised and flustered. "What are you doing Wilbur?" Wilbur hummed in response, carefully moving his hands to support Tommy.

Wilbur used one of his hands to move Tommy's shirt up, Tommy giggled at the feeling of the light fabric on his stomach. "Since I spend alllll my time eating delicious food at fae court, I never have the time to try something I really want!" Tommy raised an eyebrow and Wilbur continued, "I never had the chance to try.. Your delicious giggles!"

With that, Wilbur put his head down and blew a raspberry on Tommy's stomach. Tommy squealed, lifting his hands to weakly press against Wilbur's chest, not putting in any actual effort to push him away. Wilbur grinned into Tommy's skin before pulling away. "Dude you are so ticklish." Tommy turned his head to look away. "Fuck ohohoff Mahan..."

Wilbur quietly placed his head back down, Tommy quickly shifted his head to look at what Wilbur was doing, slightly panicking when he saw Wilbur open his mouth, revealing his canines. He placed his hands on Wilbur's shoulders, not pushing just having them stay in place. Wilbur lightly grazed his teeth against Tommy's sides before nibbling gently.

Tommy had his eyes shut in anticipation, waiting for a stinging feeling or some sort of pain but instead was met with it tickling. He giggled out of surprise before loud laughter began to fall out of him rather quickly.

"WIHIHIHILBUR JESUHUHUS IT TIHIHIHCKLES SO MUHUHUCH-" Tommy's back arched, his body trying to evade the tickles but only pushing into them. Wilbur lifted his head for a minute out of surprise before continuing, making sure his teeth didn't go too hard that it left marks but firm enough that Tommy could feel it.

Tommy squealed, using his hand to cover his mouth but quickly removing it to pound his hand on the ground. "NOHOHO WILBHBHBHUR!! MERCHCHHCY!!" Wilbur quickly lifted his head. Tommy kept laughing though, his hand grabbing onto Wilbur's shirt. Wilbur hummed and waited for Tommy to calm down from his residue giggles.

It was quiet, Tommy was slowing his breathing down and Wilbur was drawing small shapes on Tommy's arm. "You want some water?" Tommy groaned "I want a nap." Wilbur laughed, "Fine water first though or your throat will kill you and your gonna complain about it all day-" "I will not! Big men don't complain-"

And yes the next day, Tommy did complain about his throat being sore.

#dream smp tickle #sfw tickle community #lee!tommy #lee!tommyinnit #ler!wilbur #myct tickle #dsmp tickles

[rosedragonblast]

Zag and Melinoë fanfiction

Some people related somehow to my previous post so, inspired by this, here ya go. My interpretation of Melinoë meeting Cerberus.

I feel like Mel has to, at some point, meet her brother's favourite boi. Also, if you consider how much she cares about saving her father, making it her life goal, Mel will definitely like something that calms her father and loves Hades in general.

***

— Are you sure he is NOT going to eat me?

— Being completely honest, — Zag turns to his sister, calming the giant three-headed hound of hell. — I am not.

— And you could not have said it sooner?

Mel signs in distress, preparing herself for yet another death. She cautiously approaches the beast, holding sickle in her right hand.

Cerberus, seeing a new face, growls at first. His fur faces upwards, turn into protective expressions. He sniffes the air, trying to identify the stranger. His heads suddenly turn silent, as he starts to recognize a familiar feeling to someone who stands before him.

Unlike many souls devoured previously by the infamous hellhound, Melinoë gets an unexpected treatment.

Cerberus leans in, reassuring himself. Catching glimpses of pomegranate, dead stench and a pleasant energy of River Styx, he calms himself, turning Melinoë's hair into a giant mess of a hairstyle with one single lick of his fiery tongue.

— Hey! That's disgusting!

Until Mel can even think about cleaning herself, she finds her own body at the mercy of a red fluffy guardian of the hellgates, getting licks from all sides at ones.

— Cerberus, stop!

Melinoë tries to sound serious, but her voice quickly turns to laughter. She surrenders to the tingling sensation.

— That tickles!

Looking at his sister under attack of the pet of the Underworld, Zagreus starts laughing as well, falling to the ground near the giant paw of the dog. Mel follows shortly, trying to catch her breath.

Cerberus pays close attention, asking for more pets with his giant puppy eyes.

— You are one needy old dog, boy.

Zag reaches out and pets the left head. Guard dog finally leaves siblings alone, for the time being, letting them rest at his feet.

— See? I told you he is great! By the way, he never lets me touch his other heads. You must be the chosen one, Mel.

— Shut up Zag.

Melinoë pushes her brother with her leg, trying to get more comfortable. They fight a little, until Zagreus finally lets his sister go, when she rests her head on his chest, listening to the breaf sound of his and Cerberus' hearts.

#hades game #melinoë #hades ii #zagreus #hades supergiant #fanfic #hades #big brother zag #cerberus

[justanechoflower]

SF: You HESITATED?

Tell me, Classic, and be completely honest.

Do you really want to die? Or do you want to be…

—F R E E?

What you’re doing is guaranteeing your downfall, and then when your Chara kills you, you’ll come back, and she’ll do it again, and again, and again, and again, and again.

She’ll kill you so many times you’ll stop thinking, you’ll wilt away and become an empty husk, devoid of thought.

I’ll say it again.

If you want to live, kill her, fight with the intent to survive and overcome her SELFISH expectations.

Make her regret ever crossing your path, and if you do…

—maybe you can work up the courage to fix all your loose ends.

Maybe you can try fighting me.

*Instantly Flowey creates a barrage of bullets to counter the crystals, upset to be ignored. This is none of Ruby's business.*

I don't want to die like that again! *He shudders at memories, then looks at his two opponents with a deep hate.* I bet I already served enough karma if you added it up already. This is just one measly mistake and you just want an excuse to take it out on me. Both of you! Ruby, Chara!

You're just as messed up as me. You convince yourself you do this for justice sake, that you don't want to do this, but really you enjoy inflicting pain on others all the same.

You are lucky I am letting you talk your nonsense. I do not enjoy having to turn on my brother, but it is necessary.

You never cared for me! Never! Never! Never!

I died for monsterkind. For you. That is not nothing.

Because you hate humans, not because you love us!

You do not know me, Flowey.

*Finally, Chara takes action once again with several combinations of slashes with their knife, missing repeatedly until the blade comes close enough to hitting that Flowey has to grab their hand and hold it back from plunging all the way through his head.*

*While one vine struggles to keep Chara back, another creeps up behind with an aim to kill, but she somehow notices and is forced to leap aside and cut it in half.*

*In the same time as Flowey's attacking vine is chopped, the one holding their wrist pushes Chara's own knife against them, cutting into her side. They cripple for a moment, and even though it's only a second, it gives Flowey another chance to attack, so he slithers a vine around their neck with long, jagged thorns scraping the surface along the way. The other tendril still holds Chara's wrist, preventing them from attacking. Flowey increasingly squeezes harder, and Chara can feel the thorns cutting a little more than a scratch. If it cut deep enough around the neck, it could serve to be fatal after mere seconds that it penetrates the blood vessels on the sides of the neck.*

*Knowing this, Chara uses their other hand to yank at Flowey's vine holding their knife down, which can't cut it, but it gives a bit of wiggle room so Chara can slip her hand out and use it to free her throat.*

*Right before it made contact with the chokehold, Chara suddenly gasps and only a moment later falls forward, sagging limply.*

*Blood runs down the side of their neck and onto Flowey's vine. He immediately lets go with a whiny groan, and with no support, Chara's body falls onto the floor. Flowey stares at it silent for awhile, shaking, but the longer he does the more his emotion evaporates.*

I think they're dead. Alright.

*He turns away* I know you have the timeline since you're here, Ruby. If you bring them back no one can fight anyway.

There's nothing for you here. Leave.

Next ->

#undertale #flowey #ask flowey #ask blog #undertale fanart #ask undertale #pretend the fight lasted longer #text #Eandcheckmark #grauntiemotersblog #r8mix

[br-kker]

Here we go! It's Denki's birthday today, so I'm sure you guys know the drill: Birthday headcannons for meeting and dating Pikachu!

Pairing: Denki Kaminari X Reader (gender neutral).

Media: My Hero Academia.

Content and/or Warnings: Language, bullying, mentions of sex (all characters are aged up to legal age), Denki uses his Quirk on you (consensually, non-lethal), being part of the Bakusquad, Denki Kaminari.

The Meetup

You met Denki at UA, though it was of unfortunate events.

It was lunchtime, and you were walking to a table minding your own business.

Shit, you were probably thinking of getting some food at this restaurant that opened a few days ago.

Suddenly, you heard someone yell obscenities at someone at the area you sit.

Instead of going to your seat and acting like nothing's happening, you made your way over to see a kid with yellow hair trying to stand his ground while several kids yelled at him.

Having a zero tolerance for bullying, you yelled to the kids, "Hey, assholes!"

They turned to you, very pissed off that you are interfering with their bullying.

In retaliation for them picking on some kid, and now you, you cocked back your fist and punched one of them in the nose.

It wasn't a small punch either, oh no the dude's nose is bleeding a lot.

You got quite the talking to by your homeroom teacher, who assigned you to clean the desks afterschool.

So that's what you did, but then that same kid from earlier walked in.

"I'm sorry..." He apologized.

"It's no problem, dude." You gave him a smile, and in return gave you a bigger one.

You two spent the next hour or so talking to each other; the kid even helped you with cleaning the desks.

After that was done, you asked him for his name. He replied, "Denki Kaminari!" while holding his hand out.

"(Y/N) (L/N)," you shook his hand. "I have a feeling we're going to become great friends."

BBF (Best Bros Forever)

Yeah, you were correct. You and Denki became best friends, and very quickly.

You guys definitely spend a lot of time in one of your guys' dorms chilling afterschool.

Also afterschool and on weekends, you two get up to jackass shenanigans™.

Doing small pranks on people (not strangers), using Quirks to mess with people (not strangers).

Look, you guys definitely screw with the Bakusquad a lot.

Speaking of the Bakusquad, you frequently hang out with them to do jackass shenanigans™ with them.

I also feel like (depending on which member is your favorite), you'd hang out with one of them more often.

But you and Denki are best buddies, and don't forget that.

Definitely helping Denki study.

Anyway, if you and/or Denki are being bullied, the other will defend their friend.

Speaking of...

"You're Not Stupid."

This brings us into how you and Denki got together. It's a bit of a sad story, so be warned.

You and Denki were chilling in his dorm room on a Thursday night to hang out.

Somehow, the topic of bullying gets mixed into your conversations, so this leads you to ask:

"Why were those guys bullying you the first time we met?"

Denki went silent and looked anywhere but you. This caused you to profusely apologize until he waved his hand telling you to stop.

"Nah, it's okay; I'll explain." And proceeded to tell you that they were bullying him for being 'stupid.'

Absolutely stunned by this, you then say, "Sure, you're a bit of an idgit at times, but you're not braindead. Your Quirk screws with your brain, and you just need to learn how to control it. You're not stupid, my friend."

Next thing you know, his lips are smack dabbed on yours. You fell right into the kiss, completely embracing the feeling of love.

"My friend." My ass.

BPF (Best Partners Forever)

So now your with Denki, what's next?

For starters, PDA is surprisingly a 4.

In public you two will have an arm wrapped around each other. Maybe Denki might steal a kiss or two, but that's about it.

With the Bakusquad, you two are a bit more...handsy.

This causes fake gags and remarks to shine from everyone, some more than most (cough Katsuki Bakugo cough).

Also, some of the Bakusquad (I'm feeling Mina and Kirishima, but you can headcannon more if you want) treat you like their little sibling.

Denki loves to come behind you and shock you a bit with his Quirk.

It's not anything big, it's equivalent to getting shocked by metal in the winter.

He got bopped on the noggin a few times because of this.

Same thing with kisses. They're always electrifying.

Someone throw a brick at me.

Let's get to sex now. Be surprised that he's not very rough with you.

He does CONSENSUALLY use his Quirk on you while doing the naughty (if you're not into that forget I said anything).

There's a term for this, right? Shock play, electric play?

Anyway, I feel like you both partake in the act known as 'Netflix and Chill.'

Lowkey loves to cuddle after sex.

And is lowkey a switch.

Moving past sexy times, I feel like he would have larger hoodies/sweaters totally for the sole purpose of you wearing them.

Movie nights, gaming nights, laying on the floor listening to movie nights, you name 'em and y'all do them.

TL;DR: Dating Denki is a shockingly good time.

I'm gonna get a brick thrown at me.

Birthday Special!

Denki is a party kind of guy, I just know it.

He ain't throwing big house parties or anything, but he goes all out.

But then there's you. It's the end of June and July is upon us (which reminds me to write those Shinsou headcannons), so you just want to chill.

Considering the fact it was about 9 pm, you could throw a lowkey party with the Bakusquad (plus Jiro).

You call up the homies and you raid the dollar (yen?) store for a bunch of cheap party favors.

After setting up the party in Jiro's room, you go and get Denki, who upon seeing the party goes and hugs literally everyone.

Dude literally pulled out the 'I love you guys' speech when the liquor hits but there was no liquor at the party.

After a radical party, you all crash in various locations of Jiro's room (somehow, one of y'all end up outside the room).

Now for your birthday. This is a tough one, but I feel like Denki would also throw a party but invite EVERYONE!!!

I'm serious, one time all of Class 1-A and Shinsou were somehow able to fit inside one dorm room to throw a shindig.

Yeah, Aizawa shut that shit real quick. Who would've thought that 22 teenagers could make such a racket that the police were called twice.

So after that *ahem* mishap, Denki learned his lesson and decided to not invite everyone. Now he's back at the drawing board trying to figure out what to do for your birthday when he got an idea: Jackass shenanigans™.

This time with the Bakusquad (plus Jiro).

Think of it as Denki's party, but instead you guys are hitting the town.

The seven of you spend a solid three hours hitting up gas stations, retail stores, etc.

Ok but Denki would totally get you a candy necklace or a Ring Pop.

I also feel like he would try to bake you a cake but fail miserably.

(A/N: If you can't tell, I had tons of fun writing the birthday special. I feel like the headcannons weren't fleshed out enough, so I'm trying to make up for it with this one and the next one. Speaking of...)

Denki, the Famous Guitar Player

Recently, you noticed a yellow electric guitar hanging up on Denki's wall, but never asked about it.

Until today, where you two were in his dorm room listening to music with a guitar in it when that gave you the idea to ask.

"Hey babe?" You asked, earning a 'Yo' in acknowledgement.

"Do you play guitar?"

His face lit up as he bounced up to go get it. "Hell yeah! Jiro taught me how to play, wanna hear?" He asked enthusiastically.

With a nod, you smiled as he plugged it into the amplifier and began playing like his life depended on it.

He wasn't too bad, actually, and you felt yourself getting into the groove of the music!

The rest of the day was spent jamming to his guitar playing, as if you were at a concert.

(A/N: Two down, one to go, baby! For those who don't know, I wrote headcannons for Spike Spiegel from Cowboy Bebop on the 26th, Denki's on the 29th, aka today, and now we got Shinsou's on July 1st. Writing's hard y'all, and this is coming from someone who writes half-baked words people seem to enjoy. I hope you guys like this, I had to get the gears working in my brain again. With that being said, happy birthday Denki and stay tuned for Hitoshi Shinsou's birthday headcannons!

Signing off for now,

-Libby)

#anime #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #denki kaminari #denki kaminari x reader #denki kaminari x gender neutral reader #denki kaminari headcanons #kaminari x reader #denki x reader #kaminari denki #kaminari denki x reader #kaminari denki headcannons

[twofacedtrickery]

Everything shakes as the compound comes crumbling down. Operatives run, some abandoning their posts, others standing and fighting, and curled up behind the rubble is the nameless Operative, hating that these people are dying for it, but trying to rationalize it like they would have back at the Foundation.

It had been some amount of time, he can’t remember how many days, that the Heretic’s iron grip on his emotional state, his psyche if he were honest, had been loosened and he's confused. He steps out and holds up his hands. O5-6 is there. That isn’t what they want, but it’ll have to do. Somehow, seeing him makes the guilt weigh heavier.

"I--I think I miscalculated--" they choke on the words, refusing to move lest it be taken as a threat, "I--I can--can be complacent--I can be--can be good--"

Taking in the sight of his former coworker, O5-6 motions to someone behind them to grab their arms, "What happened to you," he whispers to himself, almost in awe of how broken she seems. They had never been close, but he had taken so many notes on them, mentally, just in case. In case of what, he still isn't sure, since it sure didn't help when he was away and they ran off to god-knows-where.

The field agents grab the defector's shoulders and pull it up to its feet. There is no care in their motions. It doesn't expect there to be. "Six, I--" it realizes there are no words. There is nothing it could possibly say, nothing that could make up for any of this. "Is Four..."

He doesn't answer. A not-insignificant part of him wants to answer, he wants to tell them that they were missed, that Four was alive and mostly well, that he had ran himself ragged trying to find them. However, he can't. Not now, perhaps not ever. If Four wants to speak with her, they'll talk, he figures. The time for any of that will be in the future, once its threat level is assessed, and they figure out what to do with it.

To his credit, the defected former Overseer is behaving well. He doesn't complain, he makes no motion against anyone, and he even motions to where his phone is, "0131" they whisper as the unlock code. That's going to be checked over before being handed to Six himself to examine.

As they're loaded into the van, they throw something away vehemently. A necklace that they decide they never want to see again. And they won't.

They sigh and stare at their hands idly, “I thought--no...sorry.”

“I ain’t the one yer gonna be tellin it ta.”

They swallow. Eleven.

The rest of the journey is silent, though Janus occasionally makes motions to speak, before thinking better of it. They're so unsure of who or what they are or want to be. They don't know what options remain, either. All they want to know, they realize, is that Four is okay.

They don't ask, though.

They are staring at their hands when they hear a cadence that is all too familiar, as is the synthpop track behind it, even if the rest of the voice isn't. They stare more intently.

"Now, that's rather rude, Jannie!" The Father of Lies is grinning, "You were so, so good and nice to come home, don't mess it all up now, hm? How was everyone there?" She pauses but gets no response, "Come now, I can make you sing if I have to, Janjan, but you don't want that." Suddenly, she moves forward and grabs the traitor's face, lifting it to look at her and clicking her tongue, "Oh, you really have changed! And in such a short time? Ohhhh, we're going to have to have a long, long talk about that."

The traitor nods and moves to cover his left eye, only to be stopped by The Liar.

"You're going to look at me when I speak to you."

He nods again.

"Good! Now, I think we can make this easy, follow me~" she stops grinning and releases the traitor's face, who stands to follow her.

"You know, your replacement," they blink as she says this. They had, until just then, thought they were useless. Harmful, even. That their position never mattered. That's what their nightmares would have them believe. "He's good, but--"

"Don't--"

The Liar turns slightly, "Oh, you can still speak. Wonderful!" And with a wave of her hand, she and her former colleague are gone to Site 01.

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[boowhumps]

Whumptober 2023

Day 8

(@whumptober)

By - B.W

⚠TW⚠

~ Swearing

~ Mentions of Death

~ Mentions of Injury

Enjoy!

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Freyja breathed heavily, brushing her blonde bangs out of her face. She scrambled about the room, looking.

“C’mon.. c’mon.. fuck.. where is it..?” She whispers to herself, throwing things aside frantically.

Her eyes widen at the sight of a locked box. She grabs it, and starts to mess around with the lock.

It won’t budge.

Freyja groans in frustration as she speaks into her earpiece.

“Silas-!” She whispers, looking around.

A voice comes through. “Frey-! Did you get it-“

“No-!” Freyja says angrily. “You didn’t say there was a passcode!”

Silas groans. “Passcode-? Damnit-! Give me a second Frey-!”

Freyja sighs. “Fine-! Just.. hurry up-!”

She leans back, inspecting the box. She sighs, throwing it in front of her. She stands up, pacing through the room.

“C’mon Silas.. I’m counting on you..” She mumbles.

Suddenly, there’s banging on the door. Her eyes go wide, and she goes silent.

“You didn’t think I would notice, huh!” A voice shouts.

Freyja’s blood runs cold. She stays silent.

“I know you’re in there.. they call you remnant, no.?” The voice says coldly.

The banging resumes, and Freyja runs to the door, blocking it with her body. She whispers into her earpiece.

“Silas.! I need you, Silas.!” She says desperately, but there’s no response.

The banging grows as more voices shout, leaving Freyja terrified.

“Fuck, I’ll get you! You hear me, I’ll get you, and when I do, I’ll do what my grandfather couldn’t!” The main voice shouts.

Freyja breathes erratically, her body shaking. She scans the room, only to find no exits. She gasps as she feels the door hinges coming undone.

Finally, Silas responds.

“Frey-! The code is 0126-! You got it-?” He tells her.

“Silas-! They found me-! I can’t hold them off-! I’m outnumbered-!” Freyja says back.

“Hold on-! Just get the box-! I’ll help you out-!” Silas says.

Freyja calms her breaths. “Okay-! I’m going-!”

Freyja pushes herself to rush forward towards the box, grabbing it. Her hands shake as she fumbles with the lock.

“Fuck, come on-!” She curses, trying to hurry as she hears the door giving way.

She fumbles until the lock gives way, and so does the door.

Freyja manages to grab the shard of the jewel and contain it in her pocket before she’s kicked down. She yelps, breathing heavily as footsteps approach her.

She touches her earpiece. “..Silas-“

She’s cut off as she’s pulled to her feet, and forced to stare straight into a pair of cold, green eyes.

“..look at you..” He mumbles.

Freyja turns her head away from him, shutting her eyes.

“They really sent you for this..? I expected someone else, really..” He continues.

“I don’t think we’ve formally met, I’m Sullivan.” He says. “And you must be Remnant.. or do they usually call you Freyja.?” He speaks slowly.

“I know much about you, my grandfather’s books hold much information..” He says, pacing about the room. “You were taken from an orphanage, and they intended for you to become a demon-werewolf mix..”

Freyja looks at him. “You don’t know any-“

She’s cut off with a kick to her stomach, making her cry out and curl in on herself.

“..that’s where you’re wrong..” Sullivan replies. “You were a failed experiment, and that’s why you tried to escape.. but your friend sold you out..” He replies sadly.

Freyja shakes her head. “..no..”

“But she did.” He says. “And they caught you again.. then you were killed.. yet somehow.. you’re right in front of me..” He mumbles.

Freyja narrows her eyes at him. “Fuck you..”

Sullivan laughs. “Poor Freyja.. left for dead once again..”

He pulls her close, looking her straight in the eyes.

“This time, you won’t come back."

Before Freyja can respond, a searing pain erupts in her side. Her eyes go wide as seen realizes she's been stabbed. She can't even scream.

The hold that was on her disappears, and she falls to the ground. She watched the shard of the jewel in front of her be picked up by Sullivan. She reaches out and grabs his arm.

Sullivan stares at her in confusion. Freyja musters up enough energy to speak.

"..long live amnesia.." She mumbles with a smile.

Sullivan's eyes go wide and he grabs her, pinning her up against the wall by her neck. Freyja struggles, gasping for air. Her vision fades in and out, leaving her dazed.

Suddenly, a portal opens up behind him, and a knife is thrown from it, missing Sullivan's head by an inch.

He lets go of Freyja, letting her fall once again. All she hears is footsteps running, and the shard falls in front of her view. She reaches out for it, taking it in her grasp.

She feels her breaths slow as her vision fades in and out.

She only stirs when she feels someone grabbing her. She cries in pain as she's lifted off the floor, and put up against something warm.

"..Si-.." She mumbles, gripping onto the familiar grey coat.

"Shhh.. you did it Frey.. you got it.." He whispers.

Freyja grabs his hand, placing the shard into it. He squeezes her hand and slowly places a kiss on her forehead.

"..make him pay.." She whispers to Silas. "..don't let him hurt.. anyone.. else.."

Silas nods. "I won't.. you'll be okay, yeah.? Just stay with me.."

Freyja feels a few stray tears leave her eyes. "..I don't.. want to die.." She mumbles, feeling weak.

Silas shakes his head. "You won't.. just hold on Frey.. I won't let you go.."

She can't muster up the energy to even groan as she's lifted completely off the ground, despite the pain..

She tried to blink away the black spots in her vision to no avail..

She feels her breaths slow until she can hardly hear them herself..

And the last thing she sees is a familiar castle as her body gives way into exhaustion..

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Freyja groans softly, her eyes slowly opening. She looks at her surroundings, taking a few moments to realize that this is her room in Celestial.

She tries to move, only to watch her limbs fall back on to the bed. Even the once sharp pain she felt in her side was hardly even there.

She sighs slowly, eyes scanning the dark room.

They look around until they stop suddenly, staring at.. him..

His blonde wavy hair is let out of its ponytail, resting against the back of his neck. His grey coat is on the back of the chair he's on.. and his head rests on Freyja's bedside.

She looks at his hand clutching her own in a warm embrace, which brings a small smile to her face.

She slowly pulls her head away from his, and lifts it, letting it slowly rest on his head. She runs her hands through his soft, wavy hair.

She lets her hand fall back into his after a bit, letting sleep take her once again, for she has nothing to worry about if he's here with her..

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#whumptober #whumptober day 8 #whump writing #YIPPEE #i am in love with this y'all #like AGHH i love these two OC's #also their newly found ship #like i barley starting actually shipping them 2 days ago #but like THEY WERE MADE FOR EACH OTHER #lowkey lowkey they give me Finn x Rose vibes #if you watch star wars then you know who im referring to #anyways ima not keep talking because im the only one who reads these damn tags #and as always #enjoy! :)

[devildomdisaster]

Can you do the brothers reacting to S.O. MC always having an unidentifiably "familiar" scent and then finding a spray bottle with the brother's perfume in it, diluted so that it doesn't overpower MC's but still gives them a subtle trace of the brother's scent? Which brothers do you expect would take up the practice so that they always have MC's scent lingering on them?

So cute!

I think demons and angels would have a better sense of smell than humans so wearing one of the brother’s perfumes would be like Mc marking themself as the demon’s partner.

It’s not foolproof of course, after all, other demons can buy the same perfume. But between the brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos everyone wears different scents so it would be clear to all of them whos perfume you are wearing.

Lucifer:

Lucifer has been using the same cologne for several decades now. It’s honestly surprising that it hasn’t gone out of style, or become associated with old people(Like how certain human colognes or perfume is only used by your grandparents). It’s distinctive but elegant and simple enough to be timeless.

Lucifer first notices how your scent is oddly familiar a few weeks after you return to the Devildom with Solomon.

Something about your new scent is immensely gratifying to his senses.

It makes his pride flare, and he finds himself far less worried about his brothers or Diavolo trying to steal you away.

Much to his embarrassment, Lucifer finds himself nuzzling into your neck as if to scent you while trying to identify the change.

It’s early yet and you’re still curled up asleep in his bed when he finds the simple-looking perfume bottle on your desk as he is fetching you a fresh set of clothes to change into.

He stops to examine the bottle, thinking that perhaps he should bring this to you as well. Although he loathes to let you cover up his scent.

He opens the bottle to ensure it won't completely overpower his scent on you, and for a moment he thinks he must have used a bit too much of his own perfume this morning. He sniffs it again and realizes that while it is similar to his own scent, it’s different. Muddled, diluted with something, water, and perhaps a bit of your own perfume/cologne.

His lips curl into a smirk as he realizes that he’s caught his cologne thief. He’d assumed that he’d simply misplaced a bottle of his cologne but now realizes that you must have taken it back to the human realm with you and made this.

Lucifer falls in love with you all over again. He is so enamored with the idea that you want to smell like him, essentially letting other demons and angels know that you are his.

When you wake, he is sitting next to you. Still smug. Pride radiating off him in self-satisfied waves. Toying with your perfume bottle. “Mc, my dear, if you would like to let others know you are taken I would be happy to mark you more clearly.”

You swear he likes to fluster you just for his own enjoyment.

“When this is gone,” he says holding up the perfume bottle “you are welcome to more of my cologne, you needn't resort to thievery, my love.”

He won’t take up the practice himself, but if you have to be away from each other for an extended time he’ll ask for a bottle of your perfume/cologne to keep your scent fresh and near.

Mammon:

Mammon is snooping in your room again. Not to steal this time, he swears! It was just to figure out what kind of gift you’d like.

The perfume bottle looks expensive, so he picks it up. Thinking that buying you a new bottle might be a good gift.

It doesn’t have any labels so he opens it to see if he recognizes the fragrance.

He is so, so embarrassed to find out that it is a diluted version of his scent! Poor Mammon, he is so flustered when he finds out that he drops the bottle, shattering it on your bedroom floor.

Suddenly it all clicks into place for him. The reason he had been so much more protective of you. Why he had found himself resisting the urge to mark you as his more than he usually had to.

You’d been making yourself smell like him, marking yourself for him. Mammon is over the moon. You want to be his. You’re already together of course, but you want other demons to know you’re together.

It takes everything Mammon has to stop himself from going to get you right now. From bringing you to his room and marking you himself.

But he’s got a bigger problem to handle first. Your room is a mess, floor covered in glass and perfume and he’s got to fix this before you get back.

When you open your door Mammon is still trying to clean everything up and air out your room, you recognize the scent of the spilled perfume and you feel the embarrassment overwhelm you.

Mammon is looking at you, face red and stuttering out an apology. “I swear I wasn't trying to steal nothin'. I just-” He flounders gesturing to your desk “it was an accident Mc! Picked you up a new bottle of mine so you can…” if possible his face gets even redder.

“Mammon if you don’t like it I can stop.”

“What? No! Of course, you’d wanna smell like the great Mammon! Besides, I don’t want anyone else thinkin they can make a move on ya. You should keep doin it.”

Mammon won’t ask for any of your perfume/cologne but he will borrow(steal) a little of it every once in a while. Mostly when he’s going somewhere he can’t take you. It makes him feel closer to you. And it has the added benefit of preventing any demons from making a move on him, letting them know he’s taken.

Levi:

Levi can’t quite put his finger on where he’s smelled your new perfume/cologne before.

It’s familiar, but he can’t place it no matter how hard he tries.

For some reason, it makes him less jealous when his brothers are around you. Like he doesn’t have to worry about you realizing they are better than him anymore.

Levi might not notice what your new scent is but his brothers sure do.

Asmo gives you knowing little winks and you could swear you’ve seen Mammon crinkle his nose in distaste at you.

Levi doesn’t figure out why your scent is so familiar until he finds you in his room pouring some of his perfume into a different bottle.

You’re startled when Levi takes the bottle from your hand and tilts your head to the side to smell your neck.

He takes a step back from you red to the tips of his ears “M-mc you-” He gapes at you for a moment “You can’t just do that without warning me!” he whines. “You know other demons can- my brothers can- it’s like you’re telling everyone you’re mine.”

“I know, Asmo gave me the idea. He said demons use their scent to mark their significant others. I’m sorry Levi, are you mad?”

“Mad? You want to smell like me, how could I be mad when I’ve wanted to-to mark you for months? I just didn’t want to...creep you out...with all that. Y-you can still use my cologne just ask. Thought you were Mammon stealing for a second.” He says covering his blushing face with his hands.

Levi is awake for a long time that night, even after you’ve long since drifted off curled up next to him in his bathtub bed. He’s caught up in the fact that you want to smell like him and he wonders if maybe he could do the same thing with your perfume/cologne.

Eventually, he’ll ask for some of your perfume/cologne but it’ll take him several weeks to finally blurt out the question.

Satan:

Somehow your scent is different, more familiar.

It sets him at ease, like seeing you in his jacket or finding you sleeping in one of his shirts.

It clicks that you are using his scent when he notices how fast he is going through the bottle of his cologne.

His face heats up and oh my, you’re using his scent. That's why it was so familiar.

Once the surprise has passed, his lips curl up in a wicked grin.

Oh Mc, Satan is so pleased. He is so in love with you.

He has you meet him in his room to confront you. His cologne in hand, lips curled up in a smirk. “Is there something you’d like to tell me, Mc?”

You tell him about how you dilute his perfume with yours so that you smell a little like him and meekly apologize for stealing from him.

Satan’s smirk grows as you explain, and when you fall silent he pulls you into his arms. “I like having my scent on you kitten. But you know there are other ways I can leave my scent on you if you’d like?” he murmurs, kissing across your cheekbone and down your jawline.

He sounds so confident but there is proof of his own emotions in the red dusting his cheeks.

Satan might dilute some of your perfume/cologne if there is a particular reason he wants other demons to know he’s taken. Maybe an event he can’t bring you to or if there has been a particularly stubborn demon not taking no for an answer.

To be honest Satan would rather have you leave your scent naturally. By sleeping on his pillows or wearing his jacket.

If you have to go to the human realm without him for any length of time, Satan will pick up your habit and start diluting some of your chosen scent with his while you're gone.

Asmo:

It doesn’t take long for Asmo to figure out why your scent is so familiar.

He knows exactly how long a bottle of perfume will last him and has a sixth sense for knowing when someone has moved any of his beauty products.

“Mc, darling, it’s sweet that you want my mark on you but if you keep stealing from me I’ll have to punish you,” he sings.

“Is that a promise Asmo?”

He brings you your very own bottle of his cologne.

The fact that you dilute his scent with yours brings Asmo to his knees. It’s so cute! But also such a tease! He’d love to leave his scent on you in other ways too.

But first, he just wants to curl up and cuddle with you. Knowing that you want to advertise your relationship so openly makes him feel truly loved.

The feeling overwhelms Asmo and he is so, so happy that his feelings for you are returned just as strongly.

Asmo will definitely take up the practice so your scent always lingers on him as well.

Asmo is not ashamed or shy about your relationship and any demon who insinuates he should be is playing a dangerous game.

There is no hesitation in his voice when he asks for a bottle of your perfume/cologne in exchange for his.

He likes knowing his scent lingers on you and flaunts the fact that yours lingers on him.

Expect to exchange bottles of perfume on holidays.

Beel:

Beel’s nose picks up the change in your scent immediately.

It’s familiar and yet hidden beneath your own scent just enough that he can’t place it.

This is frustrating for him because he’s never had so much trouble placing a scent before.

But he likes the addition as well.

In the end, it’s Belphie who rats you out to his twin. “You know I'm sure Beel would have more fun if he got to mark you himself, Mc.”

Beel puts down the muffin he’d had halfway to his mouth to look at you, realization flashing across his face.

He smiles happily at you, light blush dusting his face.

He’ll give you your own bottle of his cologne.

But he’ll also explain how having his scent linger on you is a way that demons mark their significant others. He wants to make sure you know that you are advertising your relationship to other demons.

When you assure him you’re ok with that he’ll ask if he can do the same with some of your perfume/cologne. That way other demons know he’s yours too.

Belphie:

Belphie notices right away.

It’s obvious that the new addition to your scent is his when you’re napping in his bed with him and the new portion of your scent blends seamlessly with the blankets and pillows around you.

Belphie gets a mischievous smirk on his face as he nuzzles his face in your hair. “There are better ways for you to wear my scent, Mc.”

He doesn’t stop you from using some of his perfume to dilute and mix with your own.

In fact, he encourages the practice.

He likes the fact that other demons will know who your heart belongs to.

With his scent lingering on you it’s very unlikely that other demons(his brothers) will make a move on you.

He won’t adopt the practice himself.

Not because he doesn’t want to, but because it’s a lot of work to dilute perfume so perfectly.

But if you were to make it for him, he would wear it everywhere.

He finds your scent calming, so having it linger on him would be very nice. Why else would blankets occasionally go missing from your bed?

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me x gender neutral reader #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #leviathan obey me #satan obey me #asmodeus obey me #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #obey me lucifer x mc #mammon x mc #leviathan x mc #obey me satan x mc #satan x mc #asmo x mc #beel x mc #belphie x mc

[blindingdutchy]

No but tom fucking me while he wears a hoodie is something I have spent a LOT of time thinking about

okay okay, i couldn't see this and NOT write something so...

lazy lover | t.holland

{boyfriend!tom x fem!reader}

word count: 2,022

warnings: smut... as expected

warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), oral (f receiving)

Moments like these were your absolute favorite. Just you and Tom, cuddled up on the sofa with the soft illumination of the television solely lighting the room. It was storming outside--loud, heavy rumbles of thunder shaking the house slightly, and you could just barely make out the startling flashes of lightning over the tops of the closed drapes.

Perfect weather for snuggles and scary movies, but Tom being the softy he is absolutely refused to watch anything of the sort. So, you'd resigned to watching some romantic comedy for the millionth time. If you were honest, you hadn't watched a single moment of it; instead, you had spent the past hour just closing your eyes in bliss as you carded your fingers through your boyfriend's messy curls and smiled each time he giggled at the screen.

He was your favorite movie, by far. You wished you could see his face, but from this angle you could just barely make out the adorable crinkle of his nose each time he grinned. Tom was sprawled out on top of you, his head nestled over the middle of your chest, and his legs were all tangled up with your own as he laid between them.

It was more than a little stifling in the room as you were caught up in the heat of his body radiating through his lavender hoodie and your own, both of your sweatpants clad lower limbs wrapped up in a fluffy blanket. Somehow, in both of your minds, the storm had translated to meaning cold, when in fact that was far from the case. It was cozy, though, and that made up for the slight dampening on your hairline.

"Princess?"

"Hm?" you hummed, that all too familiar flutter in your heart buzzing out through your body at the sound of Tom's sweet voice.

He nuzzled his face further into your chest, nose buried in the space between your breasts as his hot breathe scorched you through the fabric. "Mmmf yew," he mumbled, and you chuckled at the muffled sound of his words. Picking up his head, your breathe hitched at the darkened hue of his eyes beneath heavy lashes as he repeated, "Miss you."

Cozy turned to hot in an instant. In all the time you'd been dating Tom, you'd come to know one thing--miss you was not something he ever said when you'd been apart for too long. No, miss you was only spoken whenever the two of you had been too close for too long, and he was missing a little something more.

Tom's arms wrapped tighter around your middle, his face burying back into the bunched fabric between your breasts as he lazily pressed opened mouthed kisses through the soft cotton. He left a trail of wet patches in his wake, and your fingers froze in his hair as he found your hardened nipple under your shirt and wrapped his lips around it. "Tom." you gasped.

You tugged at his hair gently, coaxing his face away from your now dampened shirt to look at you. His lips were puffy and reddened from the fabric, a few pressure marks stretching across his right cheek, and he looked so... soft. He looked warm and inviting, like a mug of hot cocoa on a cold winter evening or a crackling fire during a snow storm.

Not a word had to be said for him to know what you wanted. He scooted up the sofa and further over your body until his center was pressed into yours, his lips coming down onto your own in a lazy, slow kiss. You sighed into him, parting his lips with your own as you abandoned his hair to slip your hands under his sweatshirt and trace your fingers over his bare skin.

It was languid and sleepy, like a fire that had burned itself down to a hot, glowing ember. Tom's arms were planted on either side of your head, caging you in place as he dragged his kiss from your lips and down to your jaw. He nipped at the sensitive skin behind your ear, swiping his tongue over the flesh until you whined and he sucked hard to leave a mark of his own.

"Tom, please," you whimpered, rocking your hips up into him, "I need you."

He grinned into your neck, leaving another mark for good measure before he sat up onto his knees between your legs. There was something so beautiful about him like that; this soft, sweet man bundled up in cozy layers that heavily contrasted the dark, heady burn of his gaze. His fingers tugged at the waistband of your pants, and you lifted your hips to help him drag them from your legs--panties too, leaving you bare aside from the baggy sweatshirt that had ridden up your stomach.

Eyes glued to the warmth between your legs, Tom licked his lips, "Fuck, I've missed you so much."

You bit your lip hard, shivering as his fingers ghosted over the chilled skin of your now bare thigh. Already knowing exactly what he was thinking of, you pleaded, "Please, I just want you--"

"Hush, darling," he simpered, "I want to have a taste."

Tom climbed off of the sofa, dropping to his knees on the floor beside you as he grasped your hips in his hands. Thumbs soothing over the skin, he pulled until your legs were dangling from the edge and your core was inches from his face. His eyes truly sparkled then, glimmering at you lustfully as he smiled to himself.

He didn't waste any time teasing, and your hands fluttered helplessly around you to try and ground yourself when you felt his lips wrap mercilessly around your clit. Diving in head first, literally, Tom gripped your thighs to keep them spread apart as he licked fat stripes through your folds. Sparks shot through your entire body each time he curled his tongue around your bud, swirling and sucking around the nub tirelessly.

It was a little pathetic how easily he pulled you to the edge, your stomach all twisted up in knots as you trembled all over. What else was to be expected though, when the two of you had been together for so long? Tom knew your body like the back of his hand, an expert in all the little things that made you tick--like the way his eyes flickered up to watch you watch him make you feel good.

The sight of his brown eyes watching you like a hunter watching his prey, dark and greedy, got you every time. Squeezing your thigh, Tom teasingly kissed your clit and pulled away with a cheeky wink at your groan of frustration. The tension in the pit of your stomach ebbed away, the quivering of your legs ceasing as he patted your hip and mumbled, "Slide up, princess."

Cooing at the name you loved to hear him speak, you scooted back up the sofa until your head fell onto the armrest once more. He didn't even take his pants off when he climbed back up between your legs, arms caging in your head once more. His lips tasted of you as he kissed you, tongue slipping into your mouth as you tugged at his pants eagerly.

"Please, Tommy, I miss you."

Tom's breathe hitched at the sound of you speaking his words, and a little desperately he inched his pants down just enough to free his length from them. You moaned at the sensation of his warm skin falling against your thigh, his tip slipping across the slick mess dripping down your legs. Not wanting to wait for him to make the first move, you reached down to wrap your fingers around him.

He hissed at the contact, hips instinctively rutting into the contact as he groaned, "Fuck, princess--"

The words were lost as you dragged his tip through your folds, teasing your clit for a moment before lining him up. His eyes screwed shut as he sank into you, lips parted in a silent oath, and he crumpled down until his chest was pressed to your own. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you clutched the fabric of his sweatshirt in tight fists as you arched off the couch in pleasure.

Giving you a moment to adjust to the stretch, Tom buried his face into your neck with a muffled moan, "Always feel so perfect, princess. So tight f'me every time."

Tom rocked into you slowly, nudging deeper and making you whimper as you clenched around him. You didn't have to say a word for him to get the message--his hips pulling back before pushing forward again deeply. It felt as if you could feel every last bit of him; every line and ridge of his length dragging along your walls perfectly as you moaned.

You were clawing at his back, fingers slipping over the cotton that was somehow far more slippery than bare skin. If you had thought it was hot in the room before, it was nothing compared to the sweltering temperature between the two of you in that moment. Your hoodie was bunching further under your breasts with each of Tom's thrusts, the fabric of his own scratching at your bare skin from multiple angles.

Sure, you'd had sex with clothes on plenty of times. Rushed and risky encounters in pub bathrooms, your dress bunched up around your hips and his trousers pulled down to his thighs, but this? Tom, suddenly so desperate for you, fully dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants on the sofa? This was new, and it was hot.

The movements were lazy and slow, his lips sleepily suckling at your neck as he panted into your skin and moaned in your ear huskily. You were a withering mess, sweating all over and trying to hold onto him in any way you could to keep from drifting away in bliss. Each sloppy thrust into your heat had you calling his name, begging for that release to finally wash over you.

"Tom, 'm close."

He leaned further onto one arm, lifting the opposite shoulder to slip his hand between the two of you. His hips never faltered as he swiped his fingers through the slick mess between your legs, swirling around your clit smoothly. "Cum for me, princess, wanna feel you." he encouraged, dark eyes blearing down at you hazily.

His cheeks were all red, and his curls were sticking to his forehead with sweat. Lips parting, you panted desperately for air as your stomach began to tighten immeasurably. It was almost too much--the look of him, the feel of his cock languidly finding its home deep within you, over and over. His fingers still rubbing slow, deep circles to your sensitive bundle.

With a sharp inhale, you cried out, "T-Tom!"

The knots in your belly exploded, stars bursting in your eyes as you clenched your entire body around him. Thighs squeezing his waist tightly, fingers clawing so harshly into his sweatshirt you finally found purchase in the skin of his back, and your walls clamped down around his length. "Oh, fuck, princess!" he heaved, eyes screwing shut and nose crinkling as he stuttered in his movements.

Tom's lips parted in a guttural cry before he dropped onto you entirely, arm pinned between you as he continued to ride you through your orgasm with his fingers. He pulsed inside of you, and after a few seconds he gave a loud sigh as a warmth spread through you. Your legs were trembling as you dropped them onto the sofa again, smoothing over the fabric of his hoodie as you finally released your grip.

But, when he moved to pull away, you pulled him back and mumbled sleepily, "Can we just stay like this for a bit?"

Smiling with heavy eyelids, Tom nodded and kissed you softly, easing back down again. You groggily brushed the curls from his forehead and grinned back, humming in appreciation when he rested his head on your shoulder again. His lips ghosted over your neck as he murmured, "I love you, darling. S'much."

"I love you, Tom."

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[adorerdraco]

Not My Type (Like You) ✧ Draco x Reader

Request: you should like do a one shot or even another mini series about amortentia/love potions in general. i’d soooo read that

AU SEVENTH YEAR WHERE VOLDY NEVER CAME BACK <3 f**k that mf !

italics are for flashbacks <3 i love them if you couldn’t tell 

Warnings: mean!draco, cursing, more mature themes/ideas, little bit of spice towards the end teehee but not too much bc idk how to write smut to save my life

Words: 4.5K

A/N: I saw a tiktok that kinda inspired this and i couldn’t get the idea out of my heaaaad if anyone knows which one im talking ab send it my way so i can show !!!! ALSO I LOVE THIS ONESHOT I LOVE DRACO AND I AM IN MY FEELINGS this might be my new favoriteeeee

Draco Malfoy was insufferable.

The Prince of Slytherin was unbearable for many reasons, things you've been taking notice of since your first year at Hogwarts when you accidentally had the ”pleasure” of interacting with him when he called you stupid in a class for reciting a spell incorrectly. That day, a hostility blossomed. A hostility that ensued nothing but teasing, mocking, and criticizing that would sometimes go too far and you'd both have to be pulled away from each other by your friends’ before either of you said anything excessively harsh that had no return.

You often felt like Malfoy sought you out to bother you and only for that. You could be sitting in the Quad with friends, conversing and laughing like nothing in the world mattered, and a few minutes later you'd be hurling insults towards the blond across the courtyard after he would yell something infuriating to you with that smug smirk on his face and his goons laughing wildly beside him as if he just said the most hilarious thing they've ever heard. 

On the days you’d ignore him, not having the patience or the energy to deal with him, he would still somehow find a way to push your buttons. Little things here and there like passing you in the corridors and tugging at the ends of your hair gingerly like a child but enough to tick you off or sending you notes from across the class in the form a small fluttering bird with a lousy drawing of you usually with a message along the lines of, “Y/L/N, hopefully, this note finds itself in the nest of hair you have today xx DM.”

In all honesty, there wasn’t a day you didn’t encounter Draco and it’s been that way for seven long years. Neither of you ever gotten tired of mildly or spitefully bullying each other and neither of you ever dreamed of stopping. He was one of the few constants in your daily life, and you in his. It was like you both lived on annoying the other, and in the midst of all the chaos that you brought to one another; there was a small, teeny, tiny acquaintance - not that either of you would ever admit it. You may have noticed it the time you bet each other ten galleons for who would win in the Triwizard Tournament your fourth year and he bet on Viktor Krum while you on Cedric Diggory. (he’s very much alive i refuse to think otherwise.)

“So you’re telling me, your mother is the reason why you’re not at Durmstrang,” you scoffed. “This whole time I could have been saved four years of headaches.”

“You’re just jealous some of us have more opportunities than others,” he snarks back pompously. “Unlike you, I hardly believe you would be graceful enough to even be considered admission into Beauxbatons.”

You had gone to see the last task of the competition just like the rest of the schools, all packed tightly onto the stands and watching carefully the exit of the maze. Naturally, you had arrived with your own friend groups, but somewhere during the time of sitting there and even being a few rows behind the blond and his minions, the two of you had met in the middle bench after he was trying to prove something wrong to you. 

When Cedric appeared back in front of the stands with the glowing Triwizard cup held high over his head in victory and every Hogwarts student loudly celebrating, you had jumped up from your seat and shook wildly an irked Draco beside you. He roughly shrugged your hands off his stiff shoulder, looking up at you with a sneer that you met with a bright beaming smile.

“Pay up, Malfoy!” You held out your hand towards him, opening and closing your fingers to receive the bet money. “I believe it was ten galleons you owe me.”

He begrudgingly reached into his coat pocket and fished out the coins, counting them defeatedly before tossing them into your palm. “What a waste of galleons.”

“Hey, you made the bet,” you reminded him with a still very bright smile. You shoved the money into your pockets, keeping one of the gold coins in between your fingers, and gave him a small hair ruffle that he harshly recoiled from before you turned to jump back up towards the level of stands your friends were originally sitting at.

“Were you really sitting with Malfoy this whole time?” One of your friends questioned when you reached them, a goading smirk on his face.

“Ooooh, she definitely was,” another friend piped up, wiggling her eyebrows. “They’re obsessed with each other.”

“Shut up,” you smack her arm casually, showing the pair the one gold galleon you were holding. “We are not. I was only sitting with him to get my bet money.”

“Sure,” they drawled in unison, sniggering when you threw your head back in annoyance.

You looked down the rows to see the mop of white hair you just sent into disarray. He was slowly descending the stairs of the stands with Crabbe and Goyle following closely behind him. Almost as if he felt your eyes on his back, he turned back to look at you, his cold gray eyes gazing into yours. It was like everything around you went quiet, the only thing in your focus was him and all you could do was stare back. It wasn’t until your friends started stifling laughter and whispering “aww’s” that you snapped out of the short-lived and odd few second trance you were in. He waited for you to do something before he turned back around, and you did - by holding up both hands; the one golden galleon on your left and your middle finger on your right, grinning to yourself when he rolled his eyes throwing you the finger right back before he finally disappeared into the mob of people below.

You were briskly walking down the corridors, books held tightly to your chest with your friend at your side while you made your way to Advanced Potions with Slughorn after Snape finally made his way into the DADA position. It was an easy class, potions being something you had a knack for and it gave you enough leisure to mess with your “favorite” Slytherin who shared it with you. 

“Look there goes your boyfriend,” your friend teases, elbowing your upper arm roughly and nodding her head down towards the hall to the tall blond appearing around the corner and entering swiftly into the class.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you hiss. “I’m tired of everyone saying that. I hate him and he hates me, end of story.”

“You know when you say you hate him, it just sounds like the opposite,” she says tauntingly. “Besides, hate is a strong word and very misplaced. Maybe, it’s just years of built-up tension that both of you have been too nervous to do anything about.”

“Tension? Yeah, I want to strangle him,” you laugh to yourself at the thought.

“Not that tension, idiot,” she shakes her head, “I mean sexual tension...clearly.”

You gave her a horrified look mixed between being disgusted and being offended. You held your hand over your mouth and pretended to gag as dramatically as you could. “I am appalled that you would even say that. I would rather be locked in a room with Filch and Peeves and hear them argue and fight all day than to be with Malfoy like that.”

“Come on, think about it,” she encourages, stopping the two of you a little ways away from the classroom. “You guys 'hate' each other?” She finger quotes the hate, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “When you hate someone, you don’t go out of your way to talk to them every day.”

“It’s not like that,” you wave a hand dismissively. “Also, this isn’t a cliche, this is real life. We hate each other, that is all there is to it.”

You picked up the walk again, your friend to following behind you while letting out a deep and exhausted sigh. You couldn’t help but think about what she said, sure, perhaps at one point you thought Draco was attractive with his bright silver hair, his glittering gray eyes, his little button nose that he would crinkle up every other word he spoke in his charming haughty voice, or the way he’d tower over you in the middle of a conversation gone wrong and he’d be talking lowly to you but all you’d be able to focus on was the sweet scent of apples and cologne that radiated off of him.

“No,” you whispered almost silently to yourself, forcing yourself out of your thoughts and shaking your head from side to side as if it was going to get the image out of your head. He was mean, disrespectful, arrogant, and insulted you daily - even if you both laughed about it or gave props for the perfect jabs.

The first thing your eyes landed on when you walked into the dingy Potions classroom was Draco, his focus trained on the ceiling as if he was deep in thought. Just as his eyes were about to flicker down towards you, and sensing that he was about to, you quickly avoided his gaze and concentrated onto Slughorn who was waiting patiently by his desk with a bubbling cauldron for you and your friend to join the crowd in front of him.

“Great! Now that we’re all here,” Slughorn began excitedly, fixing the sleeves of his robes as he grabbed the ladle in the cauldron and began stirring it while continuing his lecture. 

You were trying to listen, capturing only the professor’s last sentence as he called on someone who raised their hand. All attention was thrown out the window when you realized Draco was standing near said classmate, a look of annoyance suddenly clouding his features when his pale eyes met yours.

“What?” He mouthed. You ignored him, trying to turn your concentration back onto Slughorn but nothing he was saying made sense, and right as you caught a word you did understand, a shuffling and an abrupt arm knocking into yours threw you right back out of the loop.

“Watch it,” you snap hushedly when you notice who it is. “Why are you over here?”

“I can’t say hello to my number one fan?” He whispers back, snickering slightly when you scoffed quietly.

“Fan? Says the one who shoved his way through the crowd to come over here,” you grumble, crossing your arms. 

“I hardly shoved,” he mutters. “I only moved because I couldn’t see Slughorn from where I was standing. Not everything’s about you.”

“Really? Because to me, it seemed like you came over here for my attention.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, a patronizing smile making its way onto his face. The type of typical boy smile where his mouth is half agape with his tongue smoothing over his teeth as he stared off across the room with his fingertips rubbing thoughtfully against his jawline as he thought of what to say. You stood still as he bent down, nearing his mouth towards your ear and whispering hotly, “you wish, darling.”

Slughorn sent everyone to their paired tables, and as everyone began moving and Draco sauntered off away from you, you stood stuck there, shocked with the lingering chills that were sent down your spine from your archnemesis’ comment.

“I told you, you’re into each other,” your friend sang expectantly from behind you, grabbing onto your sleeve and directing the two of you towards your table. 

You were working peacefully at your workspace, cutting up, peeling, and crushing the ingredients that your friend was sliding across the surface to you. In the table behind you was where Draco was working annoyingly quiet, tossing the stripped stems of the roses at you that you had to peel, tiny thorns pricking at your ankles through your socks since the bigger thorns had been taken off for the potion. As payback, you would throw back loose extra pearl dust you ground up, giggling tauntingly when he would frown at you for getting the coarse white powder all over his Italian leather shoes and most definitely inside of them as well.

When you, and seemingly the rest of the class, had finally thrown in all the ingredients and the potion promptly finished brewing, beautiful clouds of white and pink smoke began rising from the cauldrons, each one having a lovely scent of first; freshly pressed high-priced linens, then a faint smell of a brand new racing broom out of a box with a freshly polished wood handle that then quickly transformed into a sweet harvest of apples, green specifically, and finally...

“Ugh, gross,” you pinched your nostrils closed, turning your body around and sending a scowl towards Draco’s way. “Malfoy, we get it, your cologne is expensive, now stop spraying it. I was smelling all these wonderful things and you ruined it.”

He arched an eyebrow at you, looking at you as if you were crazy. “Are you mad? I didn’t spray anything, I think you’ve finally lost it.”

“Well you laid it on too heavy this morning then, it reeks in here.”

“You’re one to talk, Y/L/N. Did you bathe yourself in that dreadful perfume you wear just now? And that ghastly lip shiner thing you use,” He sneers, crinkling up his nose. “I can’t even think straight, I might vomit.”

“Lip shiner? It’s called lip balm, you prat,” you retort, crossing your arms angrily. “Either way, I haven’t used or sprayed anything either so-”

“For Merlin’s sake!” Your friend suddenly exasperated loudly from beside you making you briskly whirl around to look at her, a look of pure annoyance etched onto her face. “Are you two really that daft? Honestly? Have you been paying attention to anything other than each other? For instance, the potion we just made?”

This gained the attention of your classmates around you in the surrounding tables, turning their heads slightly but not obviously with small knowing smirks on their faces while they snickered quietly and listened. It was soundless as you reached towards the book in front of your friend, pulling it painstakingly slow towards you in fear of the words that were written on the open page.

“Amortentia,” you muttered glumly as you read the page, pushing it away from you dejectedly as everything began to click.

“The reason you’re both smelling each other is because you’re what the other desires and is attracted to. Wow, what a revelation! As if the whole school didn’t already know.”

You were afraid to turn around. You could feel the cold and hard pair of eyes burning holes onto your back and the immediate amount of whispers and giggles of the people around you. Luckily, Slughorn was busy at the other end of the room, working diligently with another pair of students who managed to mess up their potion. 

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” Draco announces finally.

“What’s so ridiculous about it?” You questioned, your heart falling to the pit of your stomach when you turned again and took notice of the way his lips were curling upwards as if it was the most disgusting thing he could have ever heard.

“Think about it, Y/L/N,” he deadpans. “Why would I ever desire someone like you?”

There had been occasions over the years when you were in this situation. None as drastic and as revealing, but there would be times when friends and others would poke fun and say the exact same thing your friend told you earlier. The usual, “they got the hots for each other!” and you would always brush it off and joke about how you could never, and he’d do the same. It was always amongst laughs and jokes, but as you looked at the Slytherin in front of you - there wasn’t a hint of amusement on his hardened face.

“Piss off, Malfoy,” you seethed, biting down hard on your lip to refrain from lashing out either in tears or in insults, you couldn’t decide. “If I’m so revolting, leave me alone from now on, I mean it.”

“I never said that,” he argues. “You’re just simply not my type.”

For some eerie, awful reason, the words tore into you like a sharpened knife going easily through butter. You were used to his insults, his mocking, his comments about your appearances - but this hurt, and you couldn’t explain why. You thought, for a second, possibly, that maybe your friend was right. Maybe there was a hidden attraction you had for the platinum blond that you buried deep away and one that he had for you. There was no way that was the case now, not at all. 

And for the first time in your life, you couldn’t be more sure of a simple little fact.

You hated him.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

You don’t know how long you spent sitting in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, back against the cold tiled wall with your knees brought up to your chest. Your friends had tried to console you after the public rejection and humiliation, but their words only made you feel worse. You felt silly for being so bothered about being rejected by Malfoy, he wasn’t exactly someone you fancied, to begin with.

After dinner, you went off the grid and found yourself where you’re now sitting. The ghostly girl flew restlessly around you, popping out of her stall now and then to chat but then going back into her abyss of nothing when she learned you were still upset. You noticed it made her a little too pleased, considering the fact it was always her who was miserably wailing about her problems in the bathroom. She tried to hide it and let you talk to her about how you felt, but she gave terrible advice most of the time. 

“Well, if it was me, I would have never started fancying someone who was mean to me,” she mumbled. “Like when Paul Wighorn made fun of my hair for a whole year and laughed when I cried. I hated his guts then and I still do now.”

She had a point, but she was also Myrtle. Nothing about the overly dramatic ghost made sense.

“I don’t fancy him, It’s just weird,” you trail off. “I can’t imagine a day without him, even if he is a complete arse. We always joked about how we hated each other, but I didn’t think he actually meant it, I guess.”

“I think you do fancy him, though,” she whispers knowingly in your ear, making you flinch from her cold draft. “Stop denying it, it’ll only keep making you feel worse. Amortentia doesn’t lie, silly. Maybe when you drink it, but before that, all real feelings are there, whether you know it or not.”

You sat quietly, taking in her words before something came crashing down onto you like a wall of bricks.

“I suppose that means he’ll have to stop denying it too,” she adds thoughtfully. 

“Myrtle,” you rush to get up, smoothing your hair down profusely and fixing the wrinkles in your clothes. “You’re a genius.”

“I am?” She asks excitedly. “What did I say?”

You waved her off, giving her another thank you before rushing out of the bathroom and into the empty corridors. You were trying to go back to your dorm to sleep, hoping that when tomorrow came you would be bold enough to confront the Slytherin Prince but it was thirty minutes past curfew, something you didn’t notice until you were bustling down the steps in a rush and came face to face with the man of the hour himself doing his Prefect patrolling duties.

“Go to your dorm, Y/L/N,” he sneers. “I’ll take away house points, don’t test me,”

“I don’t believe you.”

“That I’ll take away house points? Watch me. Five-”

“No, you twat,” you groan, swatting his arm with your hand. “I don’t believe that I’m not your type.”

He stayed wordless for a moment, biting the inside of his cheeks and clenching his jaw as he peered down at you from his lanky height. “Why not?”

“Because I didn’t think you were my type until the amortentia made me aware of it,” you answer quietly. “Actually, my friend had a hand in it, but it was mostly the potion.”

Silence, again. Still and deadly. You could hear the large clocks around the school tick and tock, the hundreds of paintings snoring peacefully or chattering quietly. You avoided looking up at the boy in front of you, all of a sudden feeling small under his gaze until you felt cold fingers brush against your cheekbone and then softly through your hair causing you to finally look up into the soft wandering almost blue eyes. 

“I didn’t find out with the amortentia,” he muttered almost reluctantly as if it was the most difficult thing he had to reveal. “I’ve known I’ve liked you for a while.”

“How long is a while?” You curiously wonder aloud.

“I’m not telling,” he smirks. “Perhaps you’ll figure it out one day.”

Both hands came up to rest on your cheeks, slightly cold but soft and tender. It sent chills throughout your body as he took a step closer to you and then closer, backing you carefully into the diagonally ascending stone wall that went in the direction of the stairs. Your breathing was getting uneven, you noticed the way you accidentally switched to manually forcing yourself to inhale and exhale normally when he leaned down with his face now being mere centimeters from yours. It was torture, having your eyes closed and feeling the way his nose was brushing against yours, minty breath warm against your lips as he ghosted over them with his. He was so close, you smelt everything that was in the damn potion that got you here. It sent flutters of warmth down your body, trickling down and seeping deeply into every bone in your body as if this is was the remedy its been needing. This is what you’ve been missing.

When you finally felt a soft pair of lips being pressed into yours, it felt almost unreal that you were there. It was awkward the first couple of seconds, both of you wondering how in the world had you gotten yourselves in this position, but after you relaxed and he found his Prince of Slytherin confidence - it was magic. His lips moved languidly against yours, affectionately and full of longing. He kept his hands on your cheeks, still timid to move anywhere else while you kept yours resting lightly on his sides. It scared you a little, how fast and how easily you melted into each other, like if this was something you’ve been doing with him for years rather than torment the other for laughs. 

You hated the feeling when he pulled away, a gust of freezing castle air passing through the space between you and cooling your lips and face from his contact. His hands dropped down to his sides and he looked down at you with a small smile, a teeny bit smug, but happy. You wanted to feel the same way, but a question still loomed over your head, overpowering the giddiness you were vividly feeling.

“Why did you lie earlier?” You question softly, directing your gaze to the floor. “In class, I mean.”

He thought about his answer for a second, sighing deeply when he realized he had to uncover more truths about himself to you. You took a mental observation at that, he didn’t like to talk about feelings. “You didn’t say anything. Didn’t even look at me. I thought I’d beat you to it and reject you before you could reject me.”

“What made you think I’d reject you?” You coaxed. “Other than the fact that I made you a sworn enemy at eleven.”

“Exactly that,” he laughed lightly. “You’re unpredictable, Y/N.”

You smiled to yourself at the realization that he finally used your first name. “So are you, Draco.”

“Not really,” he grins. “Like in just a few moments, for example, I’m going to start snogging you.”

You opened your mouth to encourage him but shut it quickly when he closed the space between the two of you again, this time much closer than he was before. He was flush against you, and when you say you could feel everything; you could feel everything. You were almost begging for him to lean down and kiss you again by the time you felt his hands on you again, running delicately around the exposed skin of your hips when your shirt hiked up an inch on accident. He leaned down again, and with the advantage of his lowered height, you let your hands slide up his arms, biceps, and ultimately the nape of his neck where your fingers continued up into his hair. The breathiest gasp escaped his throat as you tugged at the ends gently, smirking to yourself when he closed his eyes in delight at the touch.

His lips came down onto your fast this time and hastily, pressing himself impossibly closer into you. You could feel his grip tighten against your hips, his hold moving upwards onto your waist as he continued to kiss you fervently. His teeth bit down softly on your bottom lip and you wasted no time in parting them slightly for his tongue to meet yours. You tugged at the platinum strands of hair again, feeling triumphant when a low groaning sound emitted from his throat at the sensation as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss further.

You knew you were done for when one of his hands slowly slid up your upper body, stopping first at your collarbones with warm fingertips fluttering over the skin, before he moved it upwards completely and he now had his large hand wrapped comfortably around your neck. You gasped in delight into the kiss, a swarm of butterflies going directly to your lower stomach as he squeezed against the artery in your neck meticulously, the coldness from his Malfoy family crest ring only adding fuel to the fire. He tore his mouth away from yours with his hand still clutched firmly around your throat and you were almost sent into orbit with the look he was giving you. A look filled with desire, adoration, and intensity - his pale gray eyes were much darker, almost a dark blue that resembled the starry night sky on a summer night.

Lips reattached themselves roughly and feverishly against your jawline, peppering long and tender kisses all the way towards your ear and then down towards your collarbones where he was beginning to undo the rest of the top buttons of your school dress shirt. You felt him smile against your hot skin when you’d writhe underneath him, emitting weak whimpers that you couldn’t hold back that he ended up having to clasp a free hand over your mouth as he whispered into your ear to stay quiet.

It didn’t matter that you were in the middle of a poorly lit corridor where anyone could walk past and see the frenzy that was unfolding, nor did it matter to Draco that his Prefect duties were long forgotten. Your friend was right, and everyone else for that matter; it wasn’t hate you felt for the blond at all, it was years and years of a craving and a hidden yearning packed with displaced tension.

And now, you were both exactly where you wanted to be; together.

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[elysianslove]

what would the jjk characters’ reactions be if their girlfriend walked in on them jerking off 👀 or other way around, they walked in on their gf masturbating to them JSHSJSHSH

DJHSDJS THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS. it’s whore knee hours 😼 

nsfw under the cut, my loves! it’s really filthy. also, all characters are aged up if they aren’t already 18+. if there are mistakes in this im sorry vdhsdjs

ITADORI YUUJI 

walking in on him; probably screams or something tbh. he’s not used to doing it ever since you two got into a relationship and have been sexually active, but the past few weeks and you’ve just been so busy, and yuuji’s so needy 🥺 but he doesn’t wanna bother you 🥺 so he takes matters into his own hands literally and just settles back in bed, sweatpants down his hips, shirt lifted up to reveal his entire chest, and hard cock in his hand. he’s actually rushing through it because it somehow feels wrong and he just wants to rid himself of all this sexual frustration. he’s diligently and roughly stroking himself, and it’s really obscene: the noises his hand is making, the way his hips can’t seem to stop thrusting up, the loud grunts and gasps and whines that can’t stop leaving his lips. and just before he tips over the edge, as he feels his stomach tighten, he hears the door open and your cheerful voice greet him. he screams. like yells out, but he’s also? cumming? weirdly enough? he’s too dazed as he comes down from his high to mind your teasing smile, with his heart beating to loud in his chest, and he welcomes your pretty mouth kissing up the trail of cum he’d left on his chest.

walking in on you; gets really flustered but really cocky at the same time? when he came home tired and walked into the bathroom to wash up he hadn’t been expecting your body in the bathtub, touching yourself, moaning out his name. you’ve clearly been doing this for a couple of minutes because of the speed of your fingers and oh my god are you fingering yourself? he’d been quiet when coming into the bathroom, only announcing his arrival at the front door, and it doesn’t seem like you notice his presence. he watches as your back arches, hips pushing leniently into the curve of your fingers, and you let out a frustrated whine. no, sob. you cry out his name against desperately and yuuji doesn’t think he’s ever been this horny. the initial shyness and shock has long since worn off and all he wants to do is bury his fingers in your soaking cunt instead. when you cry out again, in frustration, and pull your fingers out, he immediately kneels by the bathtub, meeting your eyes with his as he feigns a pout at you and says, “aw, can my poor baby only cum on my fingers?” he’s pleased to see you’re not even a little shy about it when you frown deeply and nod desperately. 

GOJŌ SATORU

walking in on him; is not in the least bit shameful, just spreads his legs wider, throws his head back to let out another moan and says as he smirks up at you, “you’re more than welcome to join.” he’s not shy about masturbation, and he’ll even talk to you about it. this mf probably loves mutual masturbation as is. but anyway. you’d probably just left for the store, for ten minutes, and you come back and his head’s thrown back on the couch, cock in his hands as the sweatpants he wears have been pushed down to just beneath his balls. he’s being loud, like he’s giving you a show, and as soon as you enter the living room, he lets out a particularly loud grunt, thrusting his hips up. you’re not even sure if he’s dramatizing it or if it really feels that good. he’s doing it slow too, taking his time, thumbing the slit of his pretty cock and smearing the precum all over the pink head. he really is giving you a show, and god are you eating that shit up. he stares you down as he squeezes and strokes, and then, he says, “if your mouth’s gonna hang open like that, might as well put it to use and stuff it.” vdhjsdsjds gojo brainrot. 

walking in on you; is so, so, so teasing about it. if you’re doing it to give him a taste of his own medicine, expect to regret it when your ass is tainted with his handprint and you’re full of his cum. but if you really are innocent about it, he’ll tease you endlessly, saying things like, “pretty baby couldn’t wait for me?” and “so eager,” and “so needy,” with a grin and a tut. he lowkey highkey loves it when he comes home and walks in on your bedroom to see your legs spread out for him so nicely, your fingers stuffing your messy cunt, your nipples all perked up and your body covered in a sheen layer of sweat from the exertion. he watches for minutes on end, and when you finally notice him, and you squeak in surprise and attempt to cover yourself, he grins and shakes his head, grabbing a chair and placing it right across from you so he has a perfect view of your spread legs and says, “i wanna watch you cum.” he’s so. shameless about it omg. if you take too long though he’ll just swat your hand away and eat you out till you can’t feel your legs <3

RYOMEN SUKUNA

walking in on him; i don’t think he masturbates, like, ever. if he’s ever horny he will just grab you, pull you aside, and fuck you. like he’s not ashamed about it. even if it’s in public, he will find some way to put his dick inside you. but! let’s say you introduce the concept to him and it’s a day where you’d just left him alone for a few hours, so he decides there’s no harm in trying. he hadn’t expected it to feel this good. granted, it’s not your mouth or cunt, but he’s still fully in control of his pleasure. he kinda gets lost in the feel of it all that he doesn’t notice you coming back home. you stay so silent, and watch the whole thing as he throws his head back and cums all over his hand and stomach, and he does it all while saying your name and if that isn’t an ego boost idk what is. he gets so embarrassed, but displays it in a different way. he just gets angry at you basically, for catching him, and when you laugh at his reaction. last 😃 straw 😃 good luck walking tmrw <3

walking in on you; oh shit okay. listen. he will absolutely get mad. like wtf only i am supposed to give you pleasure??? if he walks in on you, like yuuji, desperately trying to fuck yourself with your fingers and finding no way to reach your orgasm, he won’t do shit. he’ll just stand there with his arms crossed as you fail to reach your orgasm for the nth time and it’s literally just humiliating at this point. you’re sobbing and your cunt’s a mess, your entire tight and trembling with the build up of arousal. you can tell he’s aroused too. you can see it actually, but he makes no move to satisfy himself, and you honestly think that seeing you like this is doing it for him. the breaking point for him would probably be hearing your broken voice just sob out a mixture of a chant of his name and please, just desperate and wanting. and then, oh boy does he give it to you. makes you orgasm so many times, makes you see stars all night, just as a reminder of who you really belong to. what a sadist i love him lol

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

walking in on him; he probably does it every once in a while because he’s a teenage boy?? (still aged up here). but he only does it to relieve himself, not for anything other than that, no ulterior motive. just to rid himself of, well, his horniness. probably the type to do it in the shower because he does not like any evidence that he ever did it. he’s hunched up underneath the water, the steady flow of it hitting his back, while he has one hand steady on the wall before him, and another wrapped tightly around his cock. he’s panting and gasping, and oh, megumi would make the prettiest sounds when he cums i just know it. probably looks gorgeous too. he doesn’t hear you come into the shower because he’s so close, shit, this feels so good — and then he feels your hands come around his waist, spinning him around and his hand’s still moving but his body’s gone into absolute shock. he hears you whisper, “let me see you, baby” and he just absolutely loses it. his face scrunches up, heat blossomed on his chest and cheeks as his hand moves rapidly on his cock, milking himself and spilling all over your stomach. when he’s well spent his head falls into the crook of your neck, and he’s just letting out tiny little gasps when you say, “you’re so pretty when you cum,” and god, is he in love with you. 

walking in on you; so. shy!!!!! omg!!!! you’re probably on your bed, on your stomach, ass in the air as you rub your clit. your thighs are smeared with your arousal and your hand and palm are outright drenched and megumi feels his mouth dry, his pants suddenly way too tight. you don’t notice him for a while, and he’s just too in shock to move, until you tilt your head and catch him staring. you lock eyes with him, then sink a finger into your pussy, your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open into a silent gasp at the intrusion. megumi’s gone crazy like his brain’s malfunctioned. but that wasn’t even the worst of it. when you start to fuck yourself with your fingers, and then bring a second one inside, you moan out his name and he just succumbs to all his desires, walking slowly over to you and lightly massaging and caressing your thighs and ass, watching up close as you continue to fuck yourself. then, gently, he takes your wrist in his grasp and pulls your fingers out, lightly brushing against your soaked folds as he hums, then says, “let me.”

INUMAKI TOGE

walking in on him; he’s actually really open about it? like he just doesn’t care. he will get a little flustered if you catch him in the moment, but that’s only for a few seconds. like he’s just doing his thing, stroking his dick and reveling in the flood of dopamine that’s overwhelming his brain, squeezing the base, tightening his fingers around the tip, urging more precum out. when you walk in, he freezes momentarily, his hand flying to the base of his cock and just shuddering lightly as he holds back his orgasm. and then he just sighs, leaning back again and stroking rougher, encouraging you to come closer with a simple look in his eyes. your mouth is almost immediately around the tip of his dick, and he just holds you there as he strokes himself, watching as you suck on just the tip. you’re a sight for sore eyes like this, and when you meet his eyes, his eyes fly up, accidentally shoving his dick further in your tight, warm mouth and cumming down your throat. he doesn’t even give himself another second to catch his breath before he’s pushing you down onto the bed, kissing you so deeply, his cock already hardening again.

walking in on you; the same way he’s so nonchalant about himself masturbating, he doesn’t mind if you do it too. it’s understandable how sometimes you just want me time, and he tells himself if he were to ever catch you he wouldn’t really react in any way. he is wrong 😃👍🏼. just like he’d pushed your mouth around his dick when you’d once caught him, he immediately rushes to you, one hand wrapped around your thigh, the other guiding your fingers deeper inside of you as his mouth latches onto your clit. his mouth??? his mouth!!! sinful!!! he eats you out like a starved man. the idea is so filthy though, like you’re fingering yourself and he’s fondling your breasts and teasing your nipples, his mouth and lips sucking so harshly on your clit and you’re so fucking wet you’re soaking the bed beneath you. the orgasm that hits you is mind blowing, and imagine your surprise when you pull your fingers out, expecting him to pull his mouth away as well, but he just replaces your fingers with his own, pushing you down harsher on the bed and continuing to pleasure your oversensitive body oof.

end note; um n e ways 😏 if you guys want other characters with this lemme know bc brain: fried :D

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An Accident

Yeah... you may have seen this before, earlier this week when I accidentally posted it. Anyways, this is a part 2 of the Todoroki clan being obsessed with reader's hair. So, um enjoy.

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Yandere Todoroki Clan:

Rei is obsessed with reader’s hair.

She’s taken such good care of it, and after years of hard work, your hair now reaches just around your butt. Your hair is healthy, thick, luscious, and cut into a smooth, U shape; of course all trims are done by Rei herself because she doesn't even trust professionals. And even though you’ve asked Rei on multiple occasions to cut it short, at least up to the middle of your back, she just wouldn’t, always saying that you’re being unreasonable. But you’re not; you’ve given her multiple valid reasons.

For example, Rei and Fuyumi do your hair themselves. And initially, they would let you choose whatever hairstyle you wanted, but now they pick one for you, saying they know which one will suit your outfit of the day better. Rei likes to do double buns, or ponytails tied with ribbons or just one high pony with a pretty big bow on the top of your head. Fuyumi on the other hand makes super intricate hairstyles, and while they look pretty, only you know how much pain your scalp is in. Fuyumi does your hair as if you’re her doll, yanking and twisting hard, saying that she needs to be this rough to achieve the distinctive braid patterns. Thankfully, Rei usually does your hair most of the time.

One of the main reasons you've begged Rei to let you cut your hair short is how much time she (and you) would safe. Since your hair is so long, it takes a lot of time for Rei to put in hair masks, serums, oils, etc. It takes even longer to wash and dry them out, and then style them as well. But she smiled oh so kindly, and told you that she doesn't mind. She looks forward to taking care of your hair, forcing you to sit between her legs for hours as she applies some expensive magic growth oil, ignoring how you didn't like this.

And even if your hair is curly naturally, like even 4C curly hair, Rei will have it straight as a stick in no time (don't bother telling her that you like it natural). But don't worry, its still quite voluminous.

Of course, Rei washes your hair herself, telling you that you’re simply not capable enough to manage it. (At least she lets you wash your body yourself.) And due to your hair being so long, it takes time to not only wash it, but also dry it. Rei will detangle using a wide tooth comb, starting from the bottom and working her way up. Then she’ll dry it with her cold breath, and if required, call Enji to dry your hair with his heat. You like it when Enji dries your hair, because he does it quickly and your hair becomes far smoother.

And its not just Rei and Fuyumi that are obsessed with your hair, the boys are just as fond of it as well. Enji likes to card his fingers through your hair while he’s working on some papers or listening to news, his warm hands always putting you to sleep in his lap. Its an adorable sight, gives him a sense of peace.

Shotou also likes to run his hands through your long hair, especially after a stressful day. The feeling of his fingers through your smooth, long locks, it calms him. And if he’s feeling extra stressed, then he might braid your hair loosely as well. He always wears a scrunchie on his wrist for you.

You wouldn't ever admit it, but you enjoy it when Natsuo played with your hair. Its like he can sense when you're having a headache. He'll have you sit on the floor while he takes a seat on your bed, and then his fingers will do their magic. He knows exactly where to put pressure on your scalp, and exactly how much force to use. His massages always relieve your migraines, and he always massages with expertise to ensure their is proper blood flow in your scalp.

While you are more than happy to let Natsuo touch your hair, you hate it when Dabi's around. If you didn't know better, you'd think he wants to rip your scalp off. He knows how much it annoys you, always pulling at your ponytails, tugging at your braids, even yanking it a few times when you ignore him. And you've complained to your family, but all of them say that "oh he's just playing around." Or "no, he just misses you. He's only teasing." And when you ask Dabi to stop it, he'll just smile and say "big brother privileges."

He's insufferable.

Everyone gets to play with your hair, but God forbid if you do. Oh no, apparently you'd "destroy it", as if you're not capable of managing your own hair. You're not allowed to open your ponytails because, quoting Rei, "you're yanking your hair. You're going to rip your follicles- baby, stop. Just let me do it." But you know that she does that because she wants to brush your hair with the soft, bristle brush before you go to bed. And somedays, Rei doesn't tie your hair in a bun or something, letting your hair fall, and it gets in your way, and even then you're still not allowed to put it up because "oh honey, your hair needs to breathe too. If you keep it in a pony, the band will leave a mark in it." Honestly, everyone finds it adorable when you're dressed in your little, fluffy skirt paired with a cozy oversized sweater, all mad and pouting, trying to blow the hair strands blocking your field of vision. Like a little baby.

While Rei looks at your hair and sees years of her hards work and patience, all you see is losing control over your own life. And you are. They decide everything for you, from the clothes you wear, the food you eat, and even things you should like and dislike. They choose when you should go out, what you should watch, when its time for bed. They disregard your opinions and feelings, and if you show that you're frustrated, then its means that you're just throwing a "tantrum", and you need to be put to bed like some cranky child. You've told them that they're too overbearing, but they always say that they just love you.

What kind of love is controlling?

They're so lost in their delusions, that they don't even see the deteriorating effects it has on you mentally.

Actually, one person did see them. Dabi.

He saw how much everything was overwhelming you, how you were near tears when they talked over you, made choices for you.

He felt a bit bad for you, just a tad. Mostly, he felt there was another opportunity to mess with you.

When Dabi came to bother you one night, tugging at your hair again, this time a bit harder than usual, he saw you were ready to cry. You didn't even bother saying anything to him anymore, just kept quiet and did your best not to cry. Of course, now he ridiculed you. Called you a little crybaby and used that annoying patronising tone with you. And just as he was about to leave, he said "if your hair bothers you so much, why don't you just cut it, you big baby?"

As if something had finally snapped in you, you let his words echo. Why don't I cut it? What's stopping me?

Was it because you had learned to just give in?

You didn't even realise you had walked to your bathroom until you were holding a pair of scissors. Which surprised you, because you weren't allowed to use scissors unsupervised. It was almost as if a sign from the universe motivating you to do it, and definitely not Dabi who left them on the sink.

Holding the pair of scissors in one hand and a chunk of your hair in the other, you hesitate for a second and wonder what will Rei do. But before you could stop yourself, you cut.

I'll cross that bridge when it comes.

You start low, maybe 2 inches above your hips. It looks okay, but maybe you could cut a little more. And a little more. And a little more. Before you know it, your hair is around shoulder length, in an uneven, chunky bob. Its not perfect, but somehow you feel much better. Like you’ve finally gotten some control back. Wiping your tears away, you ruffle your hair a bit, the cool air on your neck adding to the feeling of freedom. You feel normal, happier, peaceful. Things you haven't felt in years. And all because you had 3 am meltdown.

After you cleaned up the bathroom, you went back to bed, anxious how everyone will react in the morning. Maybe they won't care. You thought. Its only hair. My hair.

Everyone was waiting for you at breakfast the next morning, and to everyone’s surprise, Dabi had joined them as well. Rei was cooking up some eggs, while the kids chatted. Enji was suspicious of the mischievous glint in Dabi’s eyes, and it was filling him with unease. Just as he was about to question him, you walked in.

Everyone went silent.

Then Fuyumi let out an audible gasp, while Dabi chuckled darkly. Natsuo, Shotou and Enji looked at you with their mouths agape.

“Good morning.”you greeted them.

Rei, who was facing away from you, finally turned towards you. “Good mo-”Rei’s breath hitched, eyes blown wide, as the plate of bacon fell from her hands.

Its funny how everyone in the kitchen, including you, had the same thought at that moment.

What the fuck?

Taking a deep breath, you moved to sit in your usual spot between Fuyumi and Rei, but Shotou suddenly pulled you back and pushed you into the seat beside him. He knows his mother is in a better state mentally, but something tells him not to risk it. Fuyumi snapped next, quickly getting up and cleaning the mess on the floor while Enji pulled Rei, who was still staring at you in disbelief, to sit beside him. You remained indifferent to everyone’s stares, quietly eating your food. As soon as you were done, Shotou got up and quickly pulled you out of the room, Dabi following close behind.

They sat in your room as Shotou looked at your hair with worry. “Looking nice, doll.”Dabi chuckled as he plopped down on your bed beside you. “Thanks.” you mumbled. “Y/n how did- why did you- why did you cut your hair?” Shotou asked, still looking at your choppy hair. “Do you not like it?” you asked. “N-no I do. But what will mom say-” “Shotou, its my hair.” you snapped. “Yeah, Shotou.” Dabi mocked. Fuyumi and Natsuo soon joined you guys, worrisome looks on their faces. “Why did you cut it? Oh my god, do you even know how much trouble you’re in?” Fuyumi was freaking out. “Its my hair.” you rolled your eyes. They ignored you. “Okay, okay. Shotou why don't you stick around with Y/n for a couple of days? Fuyumi and dad will try to keep mom away from her.” Before Fuyumi could nod, you stood up. “No.”

Natsuo looked at you confused. “what do you mean “no”?”

“I mean no. I don't need Shotou to babysit me. I can handle myself.” Fuyumi walked towards you, reaching her hands for you but you backed away, “Y/n, sweetie-” You cut her off ,“Stop treating me like a child.”

Shotou spoke this time, “Its for your protection-” “Protection from who? Our mother? Why?”your words dared them to say the truth. To agree that Rei was unstable. They didn't say anything.

A few days had passed by and things were returning to normal. Almost normal. Rei still had this thousand yard stare when she looked at you, but she never said anything. Cutting your hair was the best decision you had made, because not is it only easy to manage, but it also got the family off your back. Rei doesn't wash your hair anymore(although you think she's just not over the shock), Fuyumi doesn't need to do your hair, they dry faster, and all of your brothers (including Dabi) doesn't mess around with them anymore. Enji was the first to adjust to your new cut, he even complimented you one day.

Did you feel guilty because you know how attached Rei was to your hair? A bit, but then realised that you needed this. You need some control over your life, and if this is how they react to your new cut, then maybe you could start taking back reigns over other aspects of your life as well.

You thought that maybe Rei had finally gotten over it a week later, when you were laying in the bathtub, enjoying the hot bath. When you heard her walk in, you were a bit startled. Why was she here- is she finally over it? "Um- hey." She smiled at you. "Why are you here?" She took the bath stool and sat behind the tub. "You know why." She replied and started rolling her sleeves up. Is she here to wash my hair? "Oh, are you here to wash my hair? I don't need help with that anymore now that they're short." Rei smiled again, this one looking forced, before dipping her hand in the tub. "No, silly." And with that, Rei froze the entire the tub in 2 seconds. The ice trapped your limbs, and reached up to your clavicle. The sudden change from hot to cold had you jolt, but you couldn't move due to the frozen ice. "Mom-!" You heard the buzzing sound of a trimmer and then felt Rei entangle her fingers in your hair to yank your head back. "I'm here to complete your haircut." You tried moving your head but her grip on your scalp was unrelenting. She started trimming the right side of your head, moving it slowly as to get every single hair. "Honestly, you should've come to me. I do agree that it'd be a good idea to start again." Tears fell from your eyes, your teeth chattered and you could feel your heart beat slow down as the cold seeped into your bones. "M-mom, I'm col-d. P-please s-stop..." Rei was done with one half of your head. "You know, I read somewhere that your grows thicker if you cut it. I'm sure that after I've shaved your head, your hair will grow even fuller. I've already gotten some new oils and hair masks! Maybe we could do them together." You couldn't hear anything besides the slowing of your own heart beating. Your breath had started to become shallow, you couldn't think about anything except for how painful ice could be. Your lips were turning blue, eyes were getting clouded with black spots, all sensation from your body was losing. Just before you lost consciousness, you heard the bathroom door open and a panicked yell.

You felt warm.

When you came to, your entire body felt warm and weighted, probably due to the heavy blanket spread on you.

Opening your eyes, you found yourself in a dimly lit room. It was...your parents room. Why am I here? You turned your head to look around but your eyes stopped at the large figure sitting on a chair next to your bed.

"Dad?"

The figure's head snapped towards yours. "You're awake." He paused. "How- how are you feeling?" You moved the blanket off you, your body felt dense and ached. "Warm and...sore. What happened? Why am I in your bedroom?" Enji shifted in his seat. "I think its best if you stay here from now on, so that... your mother and I can look after you." Your eyes widened. "What? Why?" You moved to sit up but then a pain shot through your head. "Ah shit." You hissed in pain as you went to massage your temples but your hands halted at the feeling of your hair... or lack there of. You tried to run a finger through your choppy bob cut, but all you felt was your shaved head. Your eyes met Enji's, looking at him in disbelief as you recalled the events that had led up to this. "Darling-" You jumped off the bed and ran towards the vanity mirror, praying that this is just a nightmare. But as you looked at your reflection, you realised that this was the terrifying reality you were living in.

Tears dripped from your eyes as you took in your appearance. Trimmed- no, shaved pink hair. You couldn't see a single bit of hair above the roots, only a baby pink scalp. She had not only trimmed your hair first but then also proceeded to shave your scalp off. Your head looked like it had peach fuzz.

You couldn't bring yourself to look away, not even when Enji placed a hand on your shoulder. "Y/n-" He didn't even what to say. He was still in shock from what would've happened if Fuyumi hadn't yelled for him when Rei was-

Enji shook his head. Now's not the time. You're here and you're fine. You're fine. Enji pulled you towards him, burying your face in his chest as you cried. "You're fine." He repeated, more to himself than to you. "Why- why would she do this?" Your voice was muffled by his chest but he understood. He understood your pain and it tore him apart that he still wouldn't be able to help you.

Enji honestly didn't know what to tell you. He didn't know what words would bring you comfort. "It... it was an accident." His chest rumbled as he spoke. You pushed yourself away from him as you looked at him perplexed.

"What?" Your eyebrows raised, nostrils flared and blood rushed to your face. You were going to blow up.

"An accident? Is that what you said? Oh okay. Was it an accident when she froze the fucking tub? Did the trimmer accidentally fall from her hands to my head?! Oh and did she accidentally pull the razor over my head?!" Angry tears fell from your eyes but you were far too enraged to care.

Enji opened his mouth to say something but he was cut off by the sound of the bedroom door opening. Turning around you saw her.

Rei was standing there with a tray of food and water. Her face turned to shock before turning to happiness. She set the tray on a nearby table before she rushed towards you, her hands reaching for your face.

"Angel, you're awake-" you pushed her hands away roughly as you backed away from her.

"Dont you dare touch me."

The couple, they had never heard your voice such hostility. It wasn't like you. Rei shook her head as she tried to reach for you again, taking another step in your direction. But you smacked her hands away again. "I said don't touch me!" Your yelling had got your siblings to rush in the room, wanting to see what the commotion was about.

Rei's eyes shifted from you to Enji, looking at him for help, before they returned back to you. She took a deep breath before speaking. "Y/n, darling. What's wrong?" You scoffed at her soft tone that tried to quell the storm of negative emotions bubbling inside you. "What's wrong? What's wrong? I don't know, you tell me, Rei. Why the fuck am I bald?!" Your head was pounding with rage, raw unbridled anger.

When Rei didn't say anything, Fuyumi stepped forward to help her out. "Y/n its-"

"Shut up."

Fuyumi's- everyone's eyes widened. Of everyone, you never even rose your voice at your favourite sibling. But to hear your voice turn so cold towards her, it shocked everyone. "Y-Y/n-" she tried again but you cut her off. "I said shut up. I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to Rei and she'll answer for herself."

Enji placed a hand on your shoulder, pulling you back slightly. "Have some respect. She's your mother-" You yanked your shoulder away from his grip. "No, she's not!" You inhaled deeply, trying to stabilise your voice. "No, she's not. You're not my dad. I'm not a part of this family. And I'm so sick of playing this game."

Dabi's eyes narrowed. "Stop being an ungrateful brat. You've been given all the luxuries one could only imagine, spoiled to no end-" You laughed. "Did I ask for anything?" "You never had t-" "And all these luxuries that you're talking about, I didn't get them for free. I had to give up a lot. No, wait-" you laughed again, tears blurring your vision. "I didn't give up anything. You all took it. Yeah, all of you snatched everything away from me. My family, my friends, my privacy, my sanity, everything. And you-" you moved towards Rei, pointing a finger at her. "You have been the most greedy one of them all."

Rei's jaw fell open, as she shook her head. "No-" You shook your head.

"Yes! I gave you everything. I let you dress me up in those god awful clothes, feed me whatever you wanted, stick to your side like glue because you don't like it when I was out of your sight for a more than a few minutes. For fucks sake, I didn't even go to college this year because you weren't ready to see me become an adult!" You ran a frustrated hand through your hair. "I played into your sick little fantasy. I let you treat me like a child, talk to me like I'm some helpless baby. I let you touch me even though it disgusted me to no end. I never even complained when you gave me ice burns because I was throwing a tantrum." You looked at the rest of your family, and they were shocked to hear that last bit. You smiled cruelly at them. "Yeah, you didn't know that did you?"

Rei was crying herself by now, as she reached out for you once again but you moved away. "I let you have everything. All I wanted was this little bit of freedom, for my own sanity. But you couldn't stomach that could you?" Your head hung low, your tears hitting the floor.

"Why do you have to be so selfish?"

Your voice held so much pain and defeat. Rei couldn't help but engulf you in her arms, wrapping herself around you tightly before you could even protest. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She cried out. "I- I promise I'll fix this! Yes. I-I've already gotten you some new hair oils! They say that they'll help you grow 6 inches in a month! Oh and Natsuo also brought some stuff for hair growth! Some vitamins and- Natsuo whats that spray called? Minoxy? Mi-minoxidil! Yes! He said that'll help you grow your hair in no time! Doesn't that sound nice? You'll have long hair like before!" Rei pushed back to look at you. You couldn't believe it.

"Are you- are you really that delusional?" Your voice was so soft, almost like you would break any moment now. "Are you so blind to see what you're doing to me?" Your eyes held so much pain and confusion. "Sweetie, don't worry- mommy will take such good care-" You pushed Rei away from you, your anger rolling back in full speed. "YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER!" You shrieked. "Y/n-" Shotou tried to interject. "I'm not a part of your fucking family."

Enji stepped towards you. "Calm down."

You looked at him. "You said that what happened was an accident. What will you do if another one happens? And you're not around this time to save me? Hmm? What will you do? Continue playing house with my dead body?!"

Rei's sobs shook her body. "Shut up. Think before you say stupid shit like that." Dabi spoke this time, moving to stand between you and his mother. "Or what? You're going to hurt me? More the reason why all of you, but especially you-" you pointed at Rei "deserve to be in that nuthouse-!"

You were on the floor before you could even process what had happened. Had you- had you fallen? But when the searing pain of the burn on your cheek came alive and you looked at his hand that had erupted in blue flames, you realised what had happened.

Dabi slapped you.

"Y/n!"

Your cheek felt like someone had placed a hot iron on it, the sting spreading to your entire cheek, but you were far too shocked to care about the pain.

Dabi slapped me.

Shotou, Natsuo and Fuyumi quickly rushed to your side, picking you up and out of the room, while Dabi stood there in stunned as his own hand throbbed. The image of his handprint branded on your scared face wasn't going to leave his mind anytime soon.

Enji hesitated, looking at his wife and son in disbelief, before leaving the room to look for you.

Rei walked towards Dabi and smacked his arm. "What did you do?!" She yelled at him. He opened his mouth to explain but nothing came out.

"She's your little sister, Touya! W-why would you do that?!" Rei scolded him.

He hurt you. Like Enji hurt Rei.

He hurt you.

Rei sighed before closing her eyes and engulfing Dabi in her arms. "Its okay. Its not your fault." She rubbed his back soothingly. "It was an accident, wasn't it?"

Dabi wrapped his arms around his mother, burying his face in her neck, before nodding.

"Yes. It was an accident."

So... how was it?

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