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Ezio Auditore NSFW Headcanons

A= Aftercare (How they take care of their S/O after their love/sex session)

This man. THIS MAN. He’s the epitome of making his ladies feel like queens. And with you, that is no question. After the love making, he has the both of you covered up under the blankets, and his arm is wrapped around your naked back, holding you close to his own naked body. His eyes show that he is fully relaxed, and nothing will come to ruin the rest of the night.

B= Body Part (Their favorite about yours and their own body)

His favorite part of your body has to be your hips. He can’t resist it when you’re his little damsel in distress, even if you can handle yourself. The way your hips, your curves, just seduce his eyes. His own favorite body part might be his chest. Just one tug of his shirt, and you are all over him.

C= Cum (Where would it go? How dirty can it get to?)

He’ll like it in you, no objections. Though, he doesn’t mind having it on your stomach or your thighs…

D=Dirty Secret (Their secret, secret! (Shhhhh!))

He wishes to go to a ball with you, dance, eat, and all that good stuff, then waltz you away to sexual and romantic bliss in the host’s bedroom. But, if he could, He would love to get naked and dirty with you in a bath. Though, being the sweet Casanova he is, he would ask if that’s okay.

E=Experience (Have they done this before?)

Oh Ho Ho! If you don’t believe it, it makes for a lot of good fantasies. Ezio has a lot of experience, being the most fancied man in the city of Firenze. Even Caterina Sforza had her share (but she’s a bitch, so we don’t talk about that). And it’s a damn miracle you won’t get sexual diseases from him, it’s a fun fact that he’s immune to them.

F=Favorite Position (Pretty self explanatory)

His favorite position is when you’re riding on top of him. He likes seeing your whole front and, when your hips get sore and tired from all the grinding, he’ll be happy to take over and finish the job, touching all over your body and especially your hips.

G=Goofy (Are they funny or serious during sex?)

He can be a bit funny during this, if a mistake is involved or he does something goofy like presses his face on your chest or stomach, having you giggle or chuckle with his kisses or beard tickling you. But, for the most part, he takes sex seriously and wants to give you the same pleasure he’s feeling.

H=Hair (How well groomed they are, does the bush look like their facial hair; in color?)

I honestly think that he would only trim down there, and the color is somewhat lighter than his beard and hair.

I= Intimacy ( How intimate/romantic are they?)

You have all imagined this before, probably. It’s late at night, candles all over the room, and a passionate love affair is the main focus of the scene. Honestly, this probably has happened in his bedroom at some point. Just say his name, and he’ll show you his skills, even his tongue and fingers are going to make you feel excited.

J=Jackoff ( Do they do this? How much or how little? Where would they do it?)

When Ezio gets the time in between missions, and if you’re not there, he wouldn’t be jacking off by himself. He probably would have a room and another one of those fallen head over heels women helping him with that.

K=Kink (Are they? What would they do?)

He can be pretty kinky when it comes to wanting to explore more of you. Bondage would surely be involved and he might just blindfold you. He loves it when you’re surprised and curious about what he’s going to do next in his kinky actions of his. Modernly, I like the thought of him eating gelato off your body, or just using ice cubes, the teasing cold that gives you shivers and moans.

L=Location (Where they would do the do)

Mostly somewhere quiet and secluded, so it will most likely, almost always, be on a bed in a bedroom.

M=Motivation (What turns them on)

You just have to breathe in his general area. It’s also your Italian or foreign accent that does it too.

N=NO (Things they will NOT do!)

Anything you would not want. He would not force himself on you if you don’t consent to having sex, he’ll politely back away and say his apologizes. He might relieve himself elsewhere though…

O=Oral (Do they like it? Receiving or Giving?)

He loves to give it better, but receiving is also amazing. If you’re already skilled, you can make the man MOAN. He’ll be slightly embarrassed if it happens but won’t stop you from continuing.

P=Pace (Are they nice and slow, rough and fast, or in between?)

He’s mainly nice, rough, and slow. It also depends on how the setting and mood is. He’ll go nice or rough and slow after a long hard day’s work, something to relax the mind from the outside world. Rough and fast is when he gets jealous and can’t help but do so.

Q=Quickie (Do they like quickies?)

He likes quickies, but would do one in the mornings before work takes over. If it’s outside like at Rome or Firenze, he might pick a alleyway and risk getting caught grinding up against you before putting it in you. After the quickie, he’d give a passionate kiss and fix your outfit and hair and even his before you two go on your merry way.

R=Risk ( How Risky can they be?)

Well you are already taking a risk by just sleeping in his bed at night instead of your own. He is the mentor and Master assassin of the Italian Brotherhood, after all. Though, he also does tend to be a bit touchy when he really wants you, playing with your clothes or dress. He can pin you to a wall and lift your leg up, saying all the dirty things he wants to do with you that night, before leaving you with a smirk on as face as your whole outfit and hair are a mess from the intense makeout session that happened.

S=Stamina (How long can they go?)

He can go on for hours and many rounds. Sometimes, all he needs is a half n hour worth of one round, or he might have you already wet and cumming in minutes into it. He’s just pure sex, though.

T=Toy (Modernized)

With toys, the only ones would be for teasing purposes, which is what they all are, so Whatever toy you’re into, he’ll use it, and use it well.

U=Unfair (Do they tease, how unfair can they be?)

He rarely ever teases, only if he’s jealous of your presence around the assassin’s, especially the men. And prepare for a long, line of teasing, he’ll have you moan/groan so much you think you’re about to lose your voice. Might make dark love bites all over your neck and thighs, and a bit of spankings.

V=Volume (How loud are they?)

With the Brotherhood Headquarters being his home, you get the feeling that everyone knows you and Ezio got it going on. Especially the way your voice can get when he does his tongue or his eyes staring into yours.

W=Wild Card (Random Headcanon)

I think the song by Björk, “Venus as a Boy” is very well him as he ages like fine wine throughout his life. Don’t lie, Revelations Ezio is just as Handsome as Assassin’s Creed II Ezio.

X= X-Ray (What’s it like down there?)

Sir/Madame/Fellow Human, settle down now. I’ll make it short, he’s not short. 7 inches, but 10 inches erect.

Y= Yearning (How High is their sex drive)

I feel like his sex drive is always high. But he manages to keep it in well.

Z= Zzz… (Sleep)

He can sleep very easily after, and he loves it when he holds you close to him, or he spoons you from behind. He’d usually let you sleep first, kissing your forehead and saying goodnight. Though, he always falls asleep the same time as you.

#ezio auditore #assassins creed 2 #assassins creed #assassins creed revelations #assassins creed brotherhood #not safe for minors #18+ only #ezio auditore da firenze #sir please #he’s so fine #he’s so sexy #he’s so handsome #he’s so hot #he’s so gorgeous #he’s perfect #ezio assassins creed #the ezio collection #ezio trilogy

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salaciousslut · 3 months

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Thats sweet of you to say, i dont think im a good flirt but i do try. With that said though, would you believe me if i told you that i used to write poetry? And that i thought my poetry was mid but everyone around me said my poems were good? 😌

Ive got a good nose, so if you distracted me for a lil too long and the food even got a little singed i could save it (kinda saved the thanksgiving turkey a few months ago bc of this 🤭) plus i think that kiss tax might make me want more than just some kisses im also really handsy. I promise the food wont burn tho, i care too much about culinary art to let it burn hehe <3

Getting you in stoned in my lap would fix me more than just a lil <3 shotgun kisses can be weird at first but its ok, i can hold in the smoke for a bit so i might get a little too into the kiss part before getting to the shotgun part 🥰

I dunno if i have an accent tbh? Maybe a slight hispanic twang when i get excited or feel comfy enough around the people im with, but when i feel comfortable to message you and hear some voice notes i'd be more than happy to send some myself <3

Also you know the way to a butch's heart, salmon and rice!? I would love some 🤭<3

A POET!!!!??!!??!???! hi my knee are weak. is the ac on bc the room is getting a lil hot ☺️. im sure your poems are absolutely amazing!!!

oh me too! food first always!! well not always but u know what i mean. u can pay ur kiss tax and handsy tax while we wait in between!! i promise i wont be too needy when you need to go back to the stove

hehe okay!! ur a lot more experienced than me so ill let u take the lead and just tell me what to do!! ill be good!!

aww hispanic twang!! that reminds me of my friends!! but of course, no rush and take your time babe!

it was very very yummy! and had some veggies too so it was well balanced. and i also have an idea for dessert but shhhhh 😇

#ci answers #i just love hearing people talk #im a yapper so i love when other people yap too #butch my beloved

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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Heey, first of all yeeah to 500 followers!! You deserve them 🎉 I was wondering if you still do the celebration and could write something for #2 neck kisses with Tom. Thanks and have an awesome day 😊

so sorry but i completely lost this in my inbox so sorry its so late!!!! also this is kinda a Father’s Day one too (except im half a week too late but hey ho)

summary: soon to be dad!tom predicts your babies gender

kissing prompts 2 = neck kisses

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Your day had been a pretty mundane one. Just a typical Saturday of getting shit done - involving cleaning the bathrooms and then putting a wash on. It was a set of jobs you'd normally share with your fiance, except he had been out golfing all day.

To be fair, he had earned himself the day off. Ever since you'd found out you were pregnant - the boy had barely let you lift a finger. Especially after you'd passed the 24 weeks landmark, now that the baby bump wasn't so much a bump, and more a fucking volcano sprouting out your belly.

For once the British weather was actually pretty decent, meaning you opened all the patio windows to allow the ribbons of golden light to stream into your living room. In your own little world, you stood by the table and hung up baby grows on the airer. Yes, it was a bit early to be laundering the baby's clothes, but both you and Tom couldn't help yourselves. Last week, when you went shopping for Nikki's birthday - instead the both of you had got distracted by the newborn section.

Tom made a quiet entrance into the house, so much so you hadn't noticed the door open as you softly hummed an old Beatles tune whilst reaching for the following soft grey striped onepiece.

He hadn't been in the best mood when walking through the door. The round had not gone his way, he'd ended up 6 shots above his standard handicap whilst Harry had got his PB. Pissed was an understatement - Tom had turned down the pub after, which meant he was absolutely fuming. Instead, he just wanted to come home and have a shower and forget about everything.

All of that kind of melted away though, when he rounded the corner of the hallway - the sight stopping him dead in his tracks.

You, standing side on, your outline a silhouette to the evening sun filtering through the doors. The light effect made you look ethereal, as well as exaggerating your bump evermore. And then you were holding up this tiny looking babygrow in front of you. It was inexplicable but, at that moment, literally nothing else mattered to Tom.

Of course, you eventually caught him staring, a soft smile growing on your face after you'd turned to pick another baby grow up. All it took was that one look for all the tension in his body to fizzle away. Immediately Tom took the steps towards you, hugging you from the back and propping his chin on your shoulder, whilst his hands slipped under your bump.

"Thought you said it was too early to get the baby stuff ready?"? He whisper- chuckled, making you roll your eyes. Because it was his puppy dog eyes begging you to let him by the 12 babygrows the other weekend.

"Shhhhh would you just look how small they are!" You gestured as you shook out another damp babygrow in front of him.

"Just imagine…" Tom spoke very quietly as he reached round you to take the little onsie out of your hands. He then lifted up the hem of your cotton vest top, laying the outfit on your exposed belly. "Someday soon they'll be outside your stomach like this."

The action, of him holding the cotton fabric over your belly, had everything feeling a lot more real all of a sudden. You were seriously going to have a baby.

It made you let out a little gasp, which Tom only chuckled at, pressing himself closer against your back. "You only just realised that love?"

"No I- ooh" You were about to violently defend yourself from Tom's laughter, except you were distracted by a slightly uncomfortable pressure on your stomach. Instantly you moved your hand over Tom's and pressed down on the area, so Tom could feel the little butterfly kicking through the babygrow.

"I think baby likes her outfit" You giggled, whilst now it was Tom's turn to hold in an unconscious breath. He slowly pressed around the outline of the protruding limb, which your baby kept returning as if high-fiving him.

"Oh my god she just fist-bumped me!"

"Or he!!!" You laughed, shaking your head against the top of his.

"Nah it's a girl I can sense it." He whispered, though very much not concentrating on anything except the little game he played with the baby in your stomach.

"Spidey sense?"

"Nope… special dad instincts." This time he spoke against your jaw, before peppering your bone with short pecks. "Mhm…." Tom spoke as he worked his way downward, poking his nose in the crook of your neck "I love my girls so much."

"Or boy!" You indignantly interjected, earning you a huff from Tom as he stayed softly nipping the sensitive skin just above your collarbone.

He was attempting to get you lost in the feeling, and boy was it also it working. Letting your head loll to the side to give him better access, you exhaled deeply, bringing your right hand round the back of both of you to trail through his brown curls. He was still a little sweaty from spending all evening in the summer sun- which reminded you.

"How was golf, by the way?" All you received was a mumbled 'doesn't matter' back, which in itself answered your question very well.

"That means you lost?" Giggling at his schoolboy attitude to defeat, Tom groaned, then even harder when you spun in his hold, so now you were facing each other - his hands still holding the baby grow on your bump between the both of you. This way you could see him, and he wasn't ever able to hide anything when your innocent gaze was on him.

"-sn't my fault" He pouted, big brown eyes looking so profoundly at you that some might even find the intensity scary. "My club broke anyway, so it wasn't a fair game."

That made you cock your head to the side. Really? A club just spontaneously breaking? You'd seen the bank statements; you knew how bloody much Tom invested into his club collection. They definitely shouldn't e flimsy and snapping spontaneously at their price point.

"The club broke orrr you broke the club?"

"The club was involved in an unfortunate accident; a tree collided with it."

You had to laugh at how Tom explained how he had taken his anger out on a tree. Tom returned your humour with an eye roll - not much enjoying being caught out.

It didn't last long, though, as and harsh jab interrupted you with an 'ooof'. It came from inside you and even Tom winced at how hard the little munchkin inside you kicked your side, right over where Tom's hands were resting.

"I think that's baby's way of telling you off for having a temper tantrum." Once recovered, you had to grin again, rubbing the skin with Tom's hand to ease the subsiding ache.

"Is it not too early for her to realise exactly who's in charge?" He grumbled, referring to the fact that you both knew Tom was wrapped around yours and soon to be babies fingers.

"Or him!".

To shut you up, Tom finally gave you the welcome home kiss, still with his hands holding the babygrow on your bump. Excited, if terrified, to be yours and your baby's bitch boy for the rest of his life.

~~~~let me know what you think, recently been finding acc writing v difficult so sorry if this aint great~~~~~~

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#tom holland x you #tom holland angst #tomholland #tom holland #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #dad!tom

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 2 years

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HEY THERE FRIENDS!

AND HAPPY FRIDAY!

This week has been a wild one for a few reasons and kind of got away from me. I didn’t get a chance to do my “three great things” post on Wednesday, but I read A LOT of great things this week and I didn’t want to NOT shout about them. I’m sorry it’s not the normal amount of shouting nor does it include any poorly drawn doodles this week - I’ll be back on my game next week - but I would be TOTALLY remiss if i didn’t absolutely IMPLORE you to read the following:

(NOT RANKED OR ORDERED IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER!)

Ephemera by @insomniamamma - nico. melancholy loveliness. little angsty. little bit soft. lots beautiful.

I’ll Never Fall in Love Again (parts 1 &2) by @oonajaeadira - dieter. unresolved feelings? kinda wanna slap him, very much want to smooch his dumb face. (hey annie, i make MYSELF shine, mkay?)

Starman (part 8) by @imtryingmybeskar - ezra. AND A DOG! lots of exciting and emotional backstory here. and so much touching.

Locked Down (parts 9 & 10) by @something-tofightfor dieter. secret romance (romance definition TBD by idiots in love) jenna is a REAL ONE. we are getting in deep friends, and pretty soon the shoreline is going to be gone... but shhhhh. jut keep swimming (and by swimming i mean sleeping with - and learning about - dieter.)

Untitled by @honestly-shite - joel. omg HOT. close call leads to CLOSE ENCOUNTERS. still fanning myself holy shit. (idk joel... i might just dare...)

SERIOUSLY YOU GUYS THESE ARE ALL FABULOUS PIECES OF WORK, AND I AM IN AWE OF THESE WRITERS AND THE STORIES THAT THEY CREATE. PLEASE GO GIVE THEM SOME LOVE BECAUSE HOT DAMN DO THEY DESERVE IT! <3

#no three great things this week #so heres five fantastic things on friday #fic recs #Nico house comes with a bird #dieter bravo #ezra (prospect)#joel miller #pedro pascal characters #so. much. TALENT.

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hizashiiis · 3 years

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Bakusquad + “Why are you awake” Part One

This felt like such a cute prompt! I had a lot of fun with it. The first part is Bakugo, Kiri, and Denki, and part two will be Sero, Mina, and Jirou!

Warnings: insomnia, exam stress, bakugo being angry

Bakugo Katsuki

- He often has to drag you to bed

- He acts like he hates your little night routine, but it’s honestly one of his favorite things

- He likes taking the trip down the hall to your dorm, knocking lightly, knowing you’re still awake, even if it’s pretty late

- He used to go to sleep really early, but now he tends to wait for your goodnight text before laying down

- It makes him feel better, knowing you’re asleep and resting before he drifts off

- But sometimes you keep staying up, not sending a goodnight text, so he has to go tell you to sleep

The students of class 1-A have pretty much gotten used to hearing Bakugo stomping down the hall to your dorm at night, but the hour actually surprises a few of them this time. They know that usually he’s banging down your door no later than eleven pm, but here he comes, angry footsteps and all, at 1:43 am.

Muffled curses are spat in the general direction of your room, Katsuki not even really trying to keep people from noticing. He’s on a mission, little sparks igniting in his palms.

He had not intended to let you stay up this late, but he had foolishly taken a nap right after training, and as a result, woke up around 1:30 am. He looked at his phone, searching for the goodnight text that must have come, but there was none. The two of you were a couple with principles, so he knew you wouldn’t have simply forgone the text.

Reaching your door, Katsuki doesn’t bother knocking, opting instead to barge in with a friendly, “What the fuck are you doing up?”

You turn around quickly, abandoning the book you were lost in when you see his pissed-off expression.

You didn’t really know what time it was. You had settled down with your book to wait for Katsuki about three hours ago, and you’d been wrapped up in the adventure ever since. But judging by your boyfriend’s face, it was probably well past time to go to bed.

“Hi, Katsu.” Is the only response you can think of at the moment.

“Hi, dumbass.” He mocks you, pointing to his phone, showing the late hour.

Your eyes widen. It really is later than you thought. “Oh, no, I’ve really kept you waiting a long time. I’m sorry, love.” His expression softens slightly when he realizes you didn’t mean to stay up so long.

He crosses over to you, putting a bookmark in your story, and pulls you into a hug. “I thought I told you about how rest is important. You can’t forget.” He kisses your forehead; an unusually soft gesture for him, and leads you to your bed.

“I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. The book was just…” You start to yawn, settling into your covers. “It’s a really good story.”

He listens to you talk about the book you’re reading and plays with your hair until you finally fall asleep. Pulling out his phone, he sends you his goodnight text, and walks back to his room.

Kirishima Eijirou

- He’s a pretty late sleeper, but he starts getting a little worried about you if he notices you’re still up past midnight

- He’s usually training at absurd hours when he notices what time it is

- He likes to check on you some nights, especially if classes were hard that day

- Like, if Aizawa had been particularly rough to listen to that day or something, he’s right there at the end of the day

- On weekends, he brings you to his dorm to hang out, showing you things he found online

- Sometimes he just lets you fall asleep there

“Hey, my little pebble! Are you still awake in there?” He knocks at your door before stepping inside, noting the small piles of paper stacked around the room. It was almost exam time, and you had been a little overworked lately.

You peek out from a blanket cocoon, eyes swimming after re-reading the same sentence about eight times. “Kiri? What’cha doing here?”

He looks over your shoulder at the work you’ve been doing and quickly tosses it to the side, scooping you up into his arms. “It’s Friday, baby! Did you forget?” His tone is light, teasing you, but you really had forgotten, and your head feels like it’s under an ocean.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ve been studying pretty much since I got back here.” You raise your head from where it had been laid on Eijirou’s shoulder, looking at his features up close. His face looks so nice from this perspective. He’s smiling at you.

“Don’t worry about it. Come on, it’s cuddle time!” Bounding out of your room, you in his arms, he looks so much like a kid. He’s very cute when he comes to get you for weekly cuddle time, always so happy to see you.

“Is cuddling manly, Kiri?” You tease him as he runs, causing him to halt in his tracks, nearly dropping you as he insists that only the manliest of men cuddle with people as lovely as you.

When you reach his room, Kirishima sets you down on his desk chair and tells you to wait there. His excited footsteps can be heard from behind you as he scurries around his space, collecting what seems to be a small mountain of things. He seems to have no regard for the fact that it’s quite late-- well past 1 am, in fact-- while he trips over things.

By the time he tells you to turn around, you’re both consumed with giggles. But all sounds fade when you face him. He’s holding a shoebox that’s been haphazardly decorated with red stickers, filled with comfort items.

“Since you’ve been so worried about exams, I thought I might make you something. Pretty cool, huh?”

“It’s amazing. Thank you, Eiji.” You give him a soft kiss, looking into his eyes for a few moments. Suddenly he seems to remember how late he came to get you, and his expression changes.

“Time for bed!” He scoops you up again, ignoring your squeak of surprise to put you in his bed, covering you up with his favorite blanket and settling next to you for the night. You’ll probably both get in trouble for this, but that doesn’t really bother either of you right now. It’s late anyways.

Kaminari Denki

- It’s completely the opposite for Denki

- He doesn’t sleep until the early hours of the morning

- Even if there’s something important he has to do the next morning, it’s really hard for him to get to sleep

- Because of his quirk, he always has a lot of energy, and it isn’t that he doesn’t want to sleep, he physically can’t sometimes

- Enter you

- Denki claims that you help him sleep better, and it’s possible that’s true, but it’s also possible he just likes having you close

- You’ve woken up to him staring at you a few too many times to be normal

- But anyway

- On nights where he can’t get to sleep, he has two things to try

- The first is calling you

- But he doesn’t want to bother you

- So sometimes he just waits, keeping his lights on way after he was supposed to turn them off, so that when you get up and walk past his dorm, you’ll come check on him

You’ve been asleep for hours already. It’s three in the morning, but you woke up suddenly with a strong urge to go get some water. Groggily, you throw the covers off and stand up, turning on the little lamp beside your bed. Your head feels heavy from sleep, and you exit your room slowly.

The walk to get water is short, and on the way there, you don’t notice anything out of the ordinary. It’s only after you drink the first few sips that you notice the light coming from under the door of your boyfriend’s room.

Yawning, you walk over and knock. “Sunshine? You up?” You call out softly, so as not to wake the other students. A few seconds later, the door opens to an exhausted looking Denki clutching his headphones. His usual energy is nowhere to be found, he just looks tired. Still, though, he smiles when he sees you, taking your hand to let you in.

“Hi, cutie. What’re you doin’ here this late?” He asks, rubbing his eyes.

Taking a look around his room, you see the evidence of his lack of sleep. His phone is plugged into his headphones, and there’s an old episode of Parks and Recreation playing from his smuggled television.

“Saw the light on.” You say, rubbing your thumb over his palm to get his mind to calm a bit. “I was worried you were still up. I was right.” You pull him over to his bed, moving various books and things off of it in favor of getting your tired boy to rest.

He laughs sheepishly. “Sorry. I tried, but I couldn’t fall asleep.”

You shake your head, not needing him to apologize, but not really knowing how to convey that through your current sleepy state.

You crawl into his bed, making grabby hands to get him to come with you. He happily follows, curling around you like a koala. He claps twice, and the lights turn off.

“Really, Kami? You have clap lights?” You say through giggles, looking at him in the darkness. He pouts, snuggling closer into you.

“Shhhhh. They’re convenient.” He mumbles, already drifting into a deep slumber. You giggle once more, running your hands through his hair.

“I’m sure they are. Goodnight Sunshine.”

#mha x reader #mha imagines #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #denki x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugou fluff #kirishima fluff #denki fluff #mha fluff

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dourpeep · 3 years

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OML KAY I’M BACK AGAIN HEHEHE

(I don’t really no what to name myself cuz I might be a frequent anon, we’ll see lmao JKS)

But like imagine if reader is like a huge fan of an artist or a band and they have this urge to always buy merch even though Xiao and Kazuha are getting pretty concerned on how much money they’re spending. Not to mention (much to readers embarrassment) reader has their own little shrine of albums and posters somewhere in the house to which could be mistaken as a cult room KSJSJS

Xiao: Y/N wtf you just bought an album yesterday????

Kazuha: Y/N, what in the cult room is this-

Y/N: SHHHHH

Hello! Is this the tattoo coloring anon :??

And not to worry, I have quite a bit of patience (except for Kazu's banner oihefaoihe)

But also, goodness, especially considering you're all college students with part-time//full-time jobs. Having to worry about your monthly apartment dues, tuition, groceries, gas-- eugh

It's time to stage an intervention.

The next time that you arrive home with a brand new shirt with your current obsession, Kazuha tugs you aside to where Xiao's sitting in the kitchen.

"This needs to stop."

"Or, at least show some moderation- we're worried that you're getting carried away." Kazuha adds gently, scarlet eyes searching yours.

By now you've set your new merch down on the countertop, guilt seeping in your bones. You know that it's a bit much but the excitement that you get seeing your favorite band makes you itch to impulse. It's not much of an excuse, though.

"We know that it makes you happy, and all we want for you is that, but-"

Kazuha sighs as Xiao stands up.

"You're being careless."

Your gaze drops down to the counter.

"I will, I promise--"

So you do, with their help. Carefully allocating a bit of your pay per month into a separate place for merch money and leisure.

Perhaps if you stick to it, you'll find an envelope on the bedside table with a note.

Saturday night, we'll be going out. Keep the tickets safe. - With love, K + X

#anon asks #kazuha x xiao x reader #xiao and his two lovely dumb s/o's #genshin impact kazuha #genshin impact xiao #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact drabbles #genshin impact imagines

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stevenbasic · 3 years

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Melissa Monroe, new Office Manager at Far Horizons Medical Associates, was back in the office after one day away. She’d taken the time off to settle herself, to get her thoughts straight, to wrap her head around - god! - just how fucking exciting it all was, now that he was...omigosh...becoming smaller.

And she was bigger every day...

She had summoned him - summoned him! - to her office, on this cold, rainy October morning. She’d told her girls to call him to her and he had come, without complaint. Her boss...or, haha, her ‘boss’...at her beck and call. Nnngh it made her squirmy. He had the title, but they..oh god...they both knew who was in charge where it counted. It made her feel every ounce a woman, dominating a man like this. It was early Friday and it was time for their weekly coffee date. Coffee, haha! She’d be feeding him more milk than ever, she thought with a laugh to herself - haha haha, it’s so funny! - and making sure he took off his jacket so she could see his thin, weak shoulders.

God!!!

It had been pointless, she thought to herself, as she sat up on her knees next to him on her office couch. She’d been calm when she asked him to sit. She’d been professional when she’d given him the tablet, pre-loaded with the new application photos and videos of a bevy of girls ripe for her team. She’d been dutiful, as she helped him out of his jacket, fed him his warm milk, and straightened his hair, set pillows behind him. But now, as she slowly rose up next to where he sat, she knew her “mental health day” had been a joke. She knew, no matter how conservatively she’d forced herself to dress this morning - in this vest, blouse, these pants - it was all for naught. In fact, the day away - instead of calming her - had made her jittery, like she was jonesing for a hit. She needed to see him, be in the same room as him, breathe air that had him in it. And, when she finally had him sat down next to her, as she felt herself slowly towering over him more and more, she knew she really had no control over these new urges she’d been having. Get a grip Missy, haha! she scolded herself, He’s still your boss!!

She straightened his funny little shirt collar for him. He’s just so small!!

”M-m-Melissa..?” Dr. J finally peeped. He’d been feeling it himself, secretly, this urge to see her. What was wrong with him?? It had gone way beyond just surreptitiously wanting to ogle her huge tits, her powerful legs. Admittedly it had started that way but now it was more than just looking for any chance to marvel at that god-given ass. He felt like he physically needed to be near her, and now after a day away he’d come to her when she called, obediently taken her directions, and had sat in relative silence. He felt cowed, and ashamed of himself. She works for you!! he told himself, Get a grip, man!!

“I’m sorry...just so excited to see y-...to be back,” she giggled, straightening up next to him just so, to get her breasts just under his eye level, “we have so much work to do, with these applicants, and I thought it’d be better if we do this together. Is it okay?”

“y-yeah, sure,” he replied, trying to focus his attention on the ‘applications’, on the images of these young, healthy, pretty women on the tablet she’d handed him, and not on the J-cups stretching the business blouse right next to him.

“I always get just so excited for our Friday coffee dates,” Melissa added, straightening her shoulders, “And you all dressed up for me...in a, is this a tuxedo shirt? You look so nice...”

It’s all I had that fit me; I wore this back in high school. ”Th-thanks,” he stammered, “and they’re, uh…’meetings’, not ‘dates’...” He was flailing, grasping for any semblance of authority. “...and I-I usually like to do these outside the office…”

“Oh, but why would you want to be anywhere else for our Friday coffee date?” Melissa cooed, scooting in closer to him, “It’s so cozy here, just the two of us. And it’s cold outside, rainy. So nice in here…”

She watched him shiver, even as he pretended to still be focused on the applicants. She could tell he needed her, needed her warmth. His little body was aching for it. It drove her nuts. ”But maybe we can do our dates at night…like, I could take you out to dinner…”

That got his attention!

Haha! Look at his face! Maybe, she thought, maybe she did just overstep there a teeny bit haha. But she was getting to the point where she couldn’t help herself. She felt reckless, she felt drunk on him and the idea of smothering him with her size. And she loved how nervous he just got. She just asked him out! And, she noticed...he didn’t say ‘no’.

Melissa laughed quietly, knowing his little personality was having trouble handling everything she was throwing at him right now. Realizing just how very much the alpha she was in this moment, she knew she needed to treat him gently, and couldn’t be too aggressive. “We can talk about that another time,” she said, making sure her voice sounded warm with understanding...and patient. She pet his shoulder, rubbed the back of his neck as she sensed his tension relaxing. “Now,” she began again, “it's been four days. We have, omigod, more than a hundred applications and we need to make some decisions.” She watched him nod, turn back to the screen in his hand. “I’ve put aside 20 that look good…”

With him still holding the tablet, she began to swipe through pictures of girls. Videos of girls. Resumes of girls. She would watch his face as a particularly pretty one from Hooters appeared, or a tall one from Evolution. “Ooo, look at her!” she would coo. She saw his eyes dart when the cleavage got too aggressive, and it would make her giggle. It was obviously - haha - making him uncomfortable, looking at these girls with his female Office Manager at his side. He was trying to hold it together, sound and appear relaxed, but his comments were becoming confused, his speech devolving to incoherent mumbles.

She swiped out of the applications. She knew what she should do.

”It’s hard to focus, with all this going on, isn’t it?” she enjoined, dropping her voice low, compassionate, suddenly tender.

”It...it is, kinda,” he answered. She watched as he turned back up to her, looking for some relief from the onslaught of cheesecake from the screen. Looking to her for comfort, guidance.

“It’s a lot, isn’t it?” she asked, words dripping with concern, empathy. She knew she could, if she wanted, flood him with her pheromones, make him feel the way she wanted. They were so close, though; she might kill him haha.

“It...it is, with...with…” she listened to him stammer, watching the little wheels and gears fit and start in his face. He was flailing, the poor thing, clueless and impotent, so adorable. He needed a woman.

”...with the divorce, hm?” she offered.

”y-yeah”

”shhhh, I know,” she consoled him, “it must be scary, huh? Life might get hard for men, without a woman, a wife. You’re all a mess, confused.” Her heart was beating in her chest so hard; he wasn’t even trying to argue, to be ‘strong’. She knew she could take him another step. “Here, I know what’ll help,” she said, “You need something to focus on...now, I want you to relax…”

With that, she sat up straight, sliding her hand from behind him, and began to unbutton her vest.

”m-Melissa?” he peeped, just the meager sound of his voice making her chest swell with pride, knowing how she was affecting him. He could do nothing but watch as she peeled the vest away from her chest and slide it off her shoulders.

In a moment it was laid, forgotten, on the couch behind her, and her hand was back behind his head. He was staring, she saw, right at her tits.

“shhhh…I know, sweetie, I know. It’s all so confusing, so hard,” she purred, “But relax...I’m here.”

He reeled inside when he heard himself moan, a weak little whine. He knew he should pull back, step away, recover whatever dignity he had left, but the sight of her mammoth bosom, stretching tautly at her sheer-thin, snap-up blouse, held him rapt. She was just so...big. So big and soft. Her chest in that moment was a safe refuge, magnetic and majestic, a sanctuary.

“Sheryl’s divorcing you, sweetie, it’s a hard fact to face but it’s true,” Melissa continued, “She’s leaving you with nothing, no money, just this job. And, really, she owns the practice, and the building, doesn’t she? So she’s really your boss. But she’s letting you stay, in the job, in the apartment she owns upstairs, right? She’s being very kind, really…”

She saw him glance down at the envelope of papers on the low table in front of them.

“...and she doesn’t need to be. She doesn’t have to be so patient. She just wants you to sign those papers, sweetie. Before she has to make things hard for you.”

She heard him whine again, and smiled as his eyes came back to her breasts.

“I’ll keep the papers here,” she consoled him, petting his hair and fighting the urge to just ease his face straight into her tits, “When you’re ready you come to me, I’ll help you sign.”

Her heart nearly broke in two when his sweet brown eyes then rose to meet hers, pleadingly. His lip quivered, he looked so distraught, so at a loss. “M-Melissa, I…” he began, trying to find his words, “I...I can’t…”

“Shhhhh…” she hushed him, “I’m here. We’re here. You need to let us help you through this. And the more of us there are, the easier it’ll be for you”

”m-m-more?” he stammered, obviously still confused as his eyes glanced down again into her bountiful cleavage.

Melissa giggled. “Haha yes, sweetie, more of me but also more of them,” she said, as she redirected his attention back to the tablet, opened up the images, “Look at all these girls that want to work for you…help you...be there for you...”

“Shanette, Katrina, Sammi,” she began, “Emily, Lexi, Bianca…”

His eyes goggled again at the barrage of women across the screen, all the legs, all the tits, all the hips. He had actually gradually started, in recent days, to allow himself to enjoy being surrounded by pretty employees. His business was suffering, the quality of care to his patients had plummeted, and his self-esteem had crumbled. This journey he was passively letting himself being taken on was - in more ways than one - sure to ruin him, but at least the view along the way was nice. Having his staff be made mostly of unqualified bimbettes, all high heels, lipstick and push-up bras, had its few perks. But what she was suggesting, bringing in all these...so many...it was like...like...

It was like an army. A swarm.

He needed to say something. “M-Melissa, I, uh, have to admit,” he began, the worry on his face plain to see, “I’m a little scared...bringing in all these girls…”

Melissa had, as she’d been watching him look through the portfolios of all the new girls, slowly been getting even more aroused, picturing him surrounded by all this estrogen, drowning in it. But hearing him say it? She nearly groaned.

“Y-you’re...scared?” she asked, husky voice betraying her excitement, “Of hiring women? Girls that are too attractive?” As she spoke, she’d been unable to help herself, and had inched in closer to him, gently turned his head back to her, back towards her breasts. “You think they’ll be a...distraction?”

Dr. J was struck speechless again, for the moment, knowing he shouldn’t be ogling the tits of his Office Manager. But, he was encouraged by her, and urged to reply as he felt her massaging the nape of his neck. “Uhhh...well, it’s not that,” he managed, catching himself staring at the outline of what looked like a black bra under her blouse, ”but more like, uh..uh, like, it’s a lot. C-can we afford it?”

Smiling under the attention, his obvious dumbstruck awe, Melissa continued. “Remember the Lean In grant...it’s so much money. Supporting female-oriented business, supporting women, giving them jobs,” she explained, “ And the more we hire, the more we get. The ladies at Lean In are going to take care of it all for you…”

Oh, uh, yeah, right. He knew all this. “B-but...where will we put everybody?”

“Oh, sweetie, didn’t you hear?” she purred, “Construction on the expansion starts on Monday. I have the company all set up, plans are made….here, I put a picture of the blueprints on here too…”

”wait what?” he sputtered, suddenly even more confused, more agitated.

Omigod how delicious is this?? Melissa thought to herself, relishing the astonishment in his voice. She remembered her last conversation with Sheryl, on the Zoom call along with Abby and Wendy from Evolution. They were about to show him, in spades, what women were capable of. ”Sheryl said to go ahead with it,” she began, trying to keep her voice measured, not betray just how fucking sexy this was, “tenants from the other suites are gone, we’re going to have whole bottom floor…” She’d already pulled up the image of the blueprint, and started him scrolling through the mock-ups, the digital models, the drawings of the new wings. They were beautiful, really. “The practice is expanding,” she continued, “offices for the new providers…” She flipped through digital images of modern, sleek medical areas, new hallways, big conference rooms, all stunningly more sleek and state-of-the-art than his current office. “There’ll be a whole suite, separate desks, just for the Evolution Study…”

“oh my god…!” he finally blurted, seeing one last image, a huge, classically majestic statue of a woman, set in a fountain, looming over an enormous new atrium. A statue that looked - jesus christ is this a joke?? - all-too strikingly like Melissa. This had become too much for him, this was too overwhelming. His brain, his sense of ego, were becoming fried. He knew it, and so did she.

She turned his head back to her chest, watched his eyes go wide again as she pulled him closer, diverting him effectively away from what was upsetting him.

“Oh, I’m sorry…” Melissa purred, “my blouse is pretty see-through, isn't it?” She drew a deep breath, allowed him to stare again at her chest. ”...and you’re looking at my bra, aren’t you?”

”n-no, s-sorry, I…” he stammered, face flushing.

”shhhhh...here, you need more help…” she said.

“oh my god Melissa!!” Dr. J blurted, his voice louder, more emphatic than it had been all morning as he watched - in a swift, immediate motion, Melissa ripped open the snaps of her blouse, pulled it away, exposing her huge, newly-burgeoned chest.

“O shush…!” she laughed, tickled to amusement by his panicked consternation, dropping her blouse in a crumple behind herself, “You’ve seen me in my bikini, it’s the same thing.” She sat up straight, posed her shoulders, and let him stare at the huge breasts she’d grown. “My door is locked, it’s just you and me,” she assured him, her left hand finding its way back to its place behind his head, keeping his focus where she wanted it, “It’s okay, it’s alright. I know it helps…

The two sat there, for a long moment, with Melissa idly brushing fingers through his thick hair and allowing him to stare at her big, big breasts. She was supported heroically in a black satin bra that was huge but obviously still too small for her, and she watched as his eyes found the bulges of her that escaped the bottoms of her bra cups. He seemed helpless to do anything else but gape, and looked down into the flesh of it all. She was letting off just enough perfume now to relax him, help him settle his thoughts. By the end of this meeting, she wanted him to have come to terms with everythingl. She knew he was close.

”Looking at a woman’s breasts is just so relaxing, isn’t it?” she purred, indulging him with a voice she knew would be calming to him, “Helps you forget all your troubles…”

She was happy with his response, and knew she couldn’t expect much more. He’d nodded, grunted something affirmative.

Melissa giggled. The poor thing probably felt all of two inches tall right now. But she had eased him into a nice enough place, and - if he actually was two inches tall - they both knew where else she could ease him.

She knew the time was right, and pulled up the pictures of the applicants for him again. “Imagine, sweetie, if we had allllll these girls here for you, too,” she proposed, putting forward her picture of what she wanted the practice to be, “imagine all these girls, providing for you, taking care of what you need. imagine how you could relax then, with all of us around…”

“oh Jesus...Melissa,” he muttered, still lost in her cleavage. He was disbelieving, incredulous on how far he’d let things go, how much he'd let her rise, how far he’d let himself sink. He was lost in her cleavage and felt helpless to pull himself out.

“You missed me yesterday, didn’t you?” she asked, giggling a bit and scuffing his hair.

He’ll do anything I want, she marveled.

I’ll do anything she wants, he realized.

”w-w-we’re hiring them all, aren’t we?” he asked, finally, resigned to his new fate.

”Mmhm,” she answered, and felt the world opening up for her...

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hereformcdonaldshonestly · 3 years

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S/O Gets Sick

Fluff 💖

Shoto Todoroki-

Whenever you got sick, Shoto could automatically tell. How? You don’t even know, sometimes it would be because you had a slight cough or sneeze, or you felt a little on the warm side. But he would always know.

It got on your nerves sometimes, but when it was a bit more serious you didn’t mind the help. It was winter, the season of the great flu. You were burning up and sneezing, then there he was next to you. You were in your dorm, Shoto sitting on the bed next to you. “Okay, just take this.” He says, handing you some medicine. You take them, knowing that if you even tried to go against it, he would make sure you at least got well.

He used his ice quirk to slightly freeze a water bottle to hand to you and you hopefully get your fever down. He would always make sure you were comfortable, that you were getting the rest you needed, and he would always make sure to give you forehead kisses. “You’re going to get sick Todoroki.” You laugh a bit, coughing afterwards. He just shrugged and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll be here if you need anything, and remember to stay hydrated.” He says, sitting by your side the whole day.

Tenya Iida-

Whenever you had a slight cough, Tenya automatically started to diagnose you. It was sometimes annoying because it would be allergies but he would think otherwise and make sure you get the time off you need to recover.

Then sometimes, it was more serious. This time it was the stomach flu. Poor Iida had to make sure you were okay while trying to not get sick as well. “If you want to be a pro-hero, you have to get better!” He says, handing you nasty tasting medicine. It was like the weird cherry flavor. You just nodded, your head pounding. “And-!” You cut him off, with a “shhhhh”. “Honey, my head hurts really bad. Can you please not shout?” You asked quietly, closing your eyes to block out majority of light. You hear him shift on your bed, and hear him taking a few steps grabbing something.

Whenever he came back over to you, you felt a cold sensation on your forehead. “If you do want to feel better, we have to make sure your fever goes down.” He says much more quietly this time, sometimes you did have to get blunt but he understood. If he was willing to get near you with something like the stomach flu, that’s true love! Granted he would probably be super paranoid afterwards about whether he had it or not, but hey he didn’t mind as long as you were okay.

Ochaco Uraraka-

She was always concerned! Whether you liked it or not, she would basically be your personal nurse. You usually told her when you didn’t feel great, since she didn’t usually pick up on it. Even if it was just allergies, you always wanted to let her know in case.

“Uraraka, I think I might be coming down with a cold.” You say to her, as you make some classic chicken noodle soup. She gasps, automatically putting down whatever she was doing. “Let me do that for you! Go rest!” She says, grabbing the bowl away from you. You laugh a bit, “uh babe, I can handle making some canned soup on my own.” She shook her head, “nope, there is no way I’m letting you do that especially when you have to get better before exams!” After some bickering, you finally sit down on your bed, sighing and watching her.

She made sure to get you headache medicine, some hot soup, and read your favorite book series to you. Sometimes you thought you would take it for granted, but you always loved it when she did want to take care of you. You wouldn’t trade it for anything, plus you did love the attention haha! She always made sure to make you feel better and you always did the same for her, even if it was just the sniffles.

Katsuki Bakugou-

Bakugou hated anytime you would get sick, first he hated the fact that you didn’t feel good. He may seem tough, but he did truly care for you. And second, no sex or anything, if you know anything about Katsuki, you know he’s uh. He’s very *excited* sometimes. He always got protective, even if it was caused by pollen!

But this time it was a bit more serious, you had the flu. It was winter time and you probably stayed out longer than you should of in the cold, so that explains the flu. “Dumbass, you have to take this!” He says, very frustrated by the fact that you haven’t been able to keep anything down recently, not even medicine. He wasn’t mad at you, he was honestly just mad at your immune system. “Bakugou, I’m trying!” You say coughing, he sighs and tries to pour out some medicine. “How much do you need?” He asked, before you could answer you could hear him mumble, “how do you even measure this shit.” You laugh to yourself, he was trying to care for you when in reality you would of been fine on your own.

But once he found out, he was going to use his aggression to get it out. He came over there with your medicine and some water, placing it down next to you. “Now eat up, because I refuse for you to be sick more than a week.” He says, quite seriously actually. You take your medicine and get comfortable in your bed, he sits down next to you. You can feel the bed shift to his weight, before you can really say anything you start to dose off. All you hear is, “I love you dumbass.”

I hope you enjoy! I had fun writing this one, it’s so cute! 🥺 But sorry for the lack of uploads, I’m going to start back on my regular schedule again! So get those requests going!

I hope you have a great day! :)

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mochegato · 4 years

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Covert Pregnancy

Covert Dating Covert Romance Covert Wedding Covert Marriage

Okay, yeah, the title gave it away but Adrien doesn’t know yet so shhhhh.

This was exactly what Adrien had been worried about. This is why he showed up in Marinette’s room before her wedding asking her if she was sure. He backed off because she promised him she was. She was confident this was the best move for her. And at first, it looked like she was right. Everyone could see the difference in her. That spark she used to have was back. That beaming smile returned and finally reached her eyes. They hadn’t seen Marinette like that since he first met her. And they all knew exactly what changed: Jason.

Jason was amazing to her. In their short marriage he had been nothing short of the ideal husband. It had been eight months of sickeningly sweet adoration and showering each other with affection. He showed her love and understanding, patience and support. But lately, Adrien had been noticing things. Little things. Things other people might not notice. Things that individually didn’t mean much, but taken together… Comments that Marinette made. Looks in her eyes. Excuses she made. Or as she was doing now, crying for no apparent reason.

One minute they were sitting on the couch, talking about nothing while some show they weren’t paying attention to played on the television in the background, the next she was sobbing. When he asked her what was going on she said it was nothing, she was just tired. She yawned and told him she was going to go to bed and he could let himself out.

There were only two things wrong with that. First, when she left she didn’t go to sleep. Jason hadn’t been home for a few days, which meant he wouldn’t be home to comfort Marinette, and Adrien was worried about her. So he took a bit longer to leave than he normally would have, which meant he heard her continuing to cry after she went to lay down instead of sleeping. Months ago, she would have called Jason when she felt like this, or she would have talked with him about it. But she wasn’t doing either. She was suffering alone, just like she did before she met Jason.

Second, he’s known Marinette for years. He knows tired Marinette. He might know Tired Marinette better than well rested Marinette. Tired Marinette is hyper. Tired Marinette bounces from thing to thing. Tired Marinette can’t focus. Tired Marinette is inspired, sometimes with the most heinous ideas ever thought of, but inspired nonetheless. Tired Marinette isn’t emotional at least not until she is so sluggish she can’t stand up straight. And even then, she isn’t like this. Tired Marinette is extra loving, not sad. This isn’t Tired Marinette. This isn’t well rested Marinette. This is something else.

The next few days seemed to go about the same, neither improving nor worsening. Marinette looked withdrawn, but she wouldn’t tell him that anything was wrong. But one thing he knew about Marinette was that she loved Christmas, and with Christmas only a little over a week away, he was sure she was getting more and more excited. She loved the friendly atmosphere, she loved the family baking, she loved the snow (watched through the window of a warm room while drinking hot chocolate), and she loved making presents for everyone she loved. And talking about Christmas and her plans for presents always made her happy.

“So, have you finished all your presents already? Or are you planning on using some of the time we’re closed next week to finish them?”

She looked up at him a bit startled, “Oh… um” she looked down like she was thinking about what to say. “I, um… I thought this year I might buy presents for everyone. It’s not like the family will notice, so… It’ll be fine.” She gave him a weak smile.

That wasn’t like her at all. Making presents was one of the ways she liked to show she cared about them. It was her love language. He had never known her to not make a present if she could. “What! Why?” He exclaimed before he could stop himself.

“I just. You know this year I thought maybe I’d give myself a break and… um… and this year go a bit more traditional.” She offered uncertainly.

He stared at her incredulously. Why would she change it now? Why would she think she should change what she had always done now? What had changed… Jason. Jason had changed. What had he said to her that made her think her handmade presents weren’t good enough for his family? Adrien hadn’t known the Waynes very long but he knew for certain they would absolutely love a present from Marinette. They loved Marinette’s designs and they loved Marinette. If Jason hadn’t married her, he was certain the Waynes would have made her a part of the family another way.

“Marinette, you’ve never been traditional. Making presents is your tradition. Everyone loves your presents. It wouldn’t be the same if it didn’t come from your hand.” He told her gently. She had to understand her gifts were more than good enough for everyone who loved her.

She looked down anxiously again but nodded at him, “Yeah, okay. I’ll see what I can do.” Instead of looking more confident, she seemed to shrink in on herself.

He smiled encouragingly at her. She would see. As soon as the family opened her presents, they would be so excited, she would forget any nervousness or insecurity she had indulged in to convince herself she shouldn’t do it.

By the time patrol came around, she did seem happier and more confident. It helped significantly that Jason had returned from his mission and was going on patrol with them again. It was also sure to be appreciated by the Redbird shippers, who had cropped up quickly after Ladybird made her debut with the bats a few months ago, working primarily with Red Hood. She was a rarely seen but much loved addition.

Before patrol, Red Hood gave her a seemingly sweet kiss to the temple and whispered to her sternly. She smiled back weakly and nodded in response, turning to the family with a serious expression, ready to go out. He noticed even when she turned away, Red Hood kept a strong grip on her waist, not letting her wander too far from his side. And whenever Blackwing tried to get close to her, Red Hood would step between them. Adrien could feel the glares Red Hood was shooting him even through the helmet, but for the life of himself he couldn’t figure out what he had done to deserve it.

After a few moments of Blackwing awkwardly trying to catch Ladybird’s attention to see if she was okay, Batman brought the attention to himself, “Let’s pair off and head out. Nightwing, you’re with Robin. Spoiler, you’re with Red Robin. Red Hood, you’re with Blackbat. Ladybird, you’re with Blackwing.”

“No.” Red Hood spoke up gruffly. “Ladybird is with me tonight.”

“Hood…” Batman started out.

“Ladybird. Is. With. Me.” He growled out threateningly. Ladybird put her hand on his arm to calm him down.

Batman sighed and nodded. “Fine. Blackwing, you’re with Blackbat tonight. Ladybird, you’re with Red Hood.”

Blackwing scowled at Red Hood, but moved next to Blackbat. It wasn’t unusual for Jason to want to patrol with Marinette but he normally wasn’t so aggressive about it, almost like he was protecting her from them… or separating her from them. Or maybe it was him Jason was trying to keep her from. It was fine. He would see Marinette in the office tomorrow and he was sure Batman would not let Red Hood change the patrol partners next time.

Instead of quelling his concerns, the next day only made them worse. All the excitement from the night before was gone. Instead, she looked beat down and weak. She offered halfhearted smiles, which seemed to convince the other’s in the office that she was fine, but Adrien knew her too well. He eyed her closely as she walked through the office with a few models they were planning on using for their next show. She was having difficulty focusing on their conversation. It was nothing significant and anyone else might not even notice, but he noticed her periodically glancing critically at people as they were eating.

He watched her until he realized he hasn’t seen her eating lately. It wasn’t uncommon for her to do when she was stressed out. But, when she was reminded to eat or food was brought to her, she would always eat. That was the solution then. She might not be willing to talk about whatever was wrong, but he could at least do this for her. He could provide her favorite comfort foods.

By the time she was out of her meeting, he had her favorite foods laid out on her desk for her. She walked in with a sigh before she looked up and noticed him and the food. She gasped and her eyes bugged out as the smell hit her. “Adrien, what is this?”

“I noticed you haven’t been eating lately so I thought we could finish up any loose ends we have before we close down for the next two weeks while we eat.” He answered cheerfully.

She pursed her lips tightly, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “That was thoughtful of you, Adrien, but… um… I’m trying to lose weight. Yeah! Trying to lose weight before the gala, so… uh… I think this isn’t the best idea.” She turned her eyes to him and gave him a guilty smile. “But I really appreciate you thinking of me! We should talk though before we close for the holidays tonight, just… not right now. I… have to… I’ll be right back.” She rushed out of the room.

When she came back, they decided to meet in the conference room instead. After making sure they had responded to everyone that was waiting, they decided to close the office early so the other employees could finish any holiday shopping they needed to do. It was the perfect opportunity to spend time with Marinette. They always had a lot of fun shopping and maybe he could get her to stop at a café with him and eat something. He didn’t know why she thought she had to lose weight but he did not approve. She was already extremely thin. If anything she was too thin, especially considering their vigilante work and how many calories that burned through. It was bordering on unhealthy.

“Hey,” he started tentatively, “since we’re closing early anyway, do you want to help me pick some things out for Christmas? I still have a bunch of presents to get and you know the Waynes a lot better than I do. We could spend my money and hang out?”

She gave him another weak, tired smile. “I would love to, Chaton. But I am still so tired. I think I’m going to go home and take a nap. Maybe we can do it tomorrow? And I think we’re paired up tonight so I’ll see you then and we can talk and turn off the coms to plot presents.”

“Yeah, sure. That sounds good. I’ll see you tonight.” He nodded looking down. It felt like he was losing her, but more importantly, it felt like she was losing herself again and it was breaking his heart to see it.

When he got to the meeting point for patrol that night Ladybird and Red Hood were nowhere to be seen. They were later than usual. He was starting to get a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. “Hey, Nightwing? Where are Ladybird and Red Hood?”

“Oh, Red Hood said they weren’t going to make it tonight.” He shrugged it off unconcerned. He leaned conspiratorially toward Blackwing, “It sounds to me like they are going to be pulling back from patrols entirely for a little while. I think Red Hood wants them to focus on each other since they never really got a honeymoon.”

“Huh,” Adrien looked away, his brows furrowed. “She was looking forward to patrol tonight…” Nightwing clapped him on the back.

“Newlyweds, right?” He laughed before jumping off to start his route.

Adrien stared after him, the pit in his stomach growing bigger and more acidic. It was fine. He would call her to go shopping tomorrow and talk with her then, preferably without Jason standing over her shoulder. He huffed, shook his head to refocus himself and jumped off the roof to start his route.

But the next day wasn’t better. Neither were the next few days. He called and texted Marinette each day to check on her and ask if she wanted to do something but each time she said she was too busy to do anything. It was like she cut herself off from him. Maybe he shouldn’t be so concerned. He knew he was clingy sometimes, so maybe she just needed a short break from him. But lunch with Duke made him rethink his that.

“Wait, so you haven’t seen Marinette for the last few weeks either?”

“Yeah. We were supposed to go out for lunch last weekend and she was going to go Christmas present shopping with me but Jason called at the last minute to tell me ‘you’re a big boy, you can do it on your own.’”

“Really?”

“Eh, yeah. Just Jason being his normal obsessive, controlling, asshole self.” He shrugged it off.

“You think Marinette didn’t want to go?”

“No, I think she did, but probably Marinette needed more time for her presents and he didn’t want her stressed out so he interceded. You know Marinette, she’ll take too much on and doesn’t say no.”

“I suppose…” Adrien trailed off. That was true but Marinette would have told him that. She would babble endlessly, excitedly about the presents she was working on and the details she was putting into each one for each person and why. But she wasn’t doing that. She wasn’t talking with anyone, not just him.

Concerned didn’t begin to describe what Adrien felt right now. He needed to talk with Marinette and see how she was doing and see what was going on. He understood wanting a honeymoon period but it just was not like Marinette to close herself off from everyone around her, not if she was happy, not if she was mentally healthy and flourishing. It was what she did when she started spiraling. It was what she did during and after Hawkmoth. It was exactly what they had thought Jason was bringing her out of. But now it looked like he was helping to push her back to that state.

This was finally it. Jason was not going to be able to keep her away tonight. This was the Wayne family Christmas gathering. Jason and Marinette could not miss this without the family hunting them down and invading wherever they were. Adrien was going to be able to see Marinette and check on her, make sure she was okay.

When he got to the manor everyone was already there chatting, laughing, and snacking before the gift exchange and dinner. Damian was scowling at something Dick said, or maybe it was at the reindeer antlers he was wearing while Cass smiled approvingly at Dick. Tim was chatting with Barbara and Stephanie about something that required outlandish gestures from Tim, eliciting belly laughs from Barbara and eye rolls from Stephanie. Bruce was pretending to read a book in the corner of the room while he watched his family interacting with a contented smile on his face. Duke had just poured a few glasses of wine and passed one off to Marinette before walking over to greet Adrien.

Adrien gave him a warm hug but kept his eyes on Marinette, which is how he noticed Jason take Marinette’s wine away while she watched after it longingly with a pout but not an objection. Adrien cocked his head to the side and studied her expression. After a few moments he noticed it. He had enough experience in makeup to know when it was covering something. She had caked the concealer on around her eye but there was the telltale darkening there.

Before he even realized he had moved, Adrien had crossed the room to where Jason and Marinette were standing. “Hey” he yelled, getting Jason to turn around and face him. Adrien reeled back and punched Jason as hard as he could, putting his full weight behind the hit. The punch wasn’t enough to drop Jason but it was enough for him to stumble back a few steps.

“What the actual fucking fuck, Agreste!” Jason yelled holding his jaw and moving a little so he was between Adrien and Marinette.

Everyone in the room turned their attention to them. Only Dick and Duke had moved to intercede. The family was more than used to punches getting thrown. Standard practice was to assess if they were in the fight zone and might get caught in the collateral damage. If not return to what they had been doing before the fight broke out. However, this was different. Dick and Duke wouldn’t have even gotten up except it was Adrien. Adrien had never hit any of them outside of a sparring mat. Whatever was going on must be something extremely upsetting to Adrien and have been wearing on him for a while.

Duke looked between the two, his eyes flashing golden for a moment before he looked back to Marinette with a look of wonder in his eyes. “Oh my God,” he said so quietly Marinette could barely hear him despite standing right next to him. She looked over at him with a questioning look on her face. He gave her an excited grin and nodded to her and moved to stand between the boys who were still locked in a staring contest before Adrien could throw any more punches.

“I don’t know exactly what you are doing to her, but it stops now! I don’t care who your family is. If you ever lay a hand on her again, I’ll make good on the promise I made to you before you got married.” He yelled at Jason, struggling against Dick, who was barely holding him back.

“What the ever loving Fuck are you talking about Agreste?” Jason yelled back. He pushed to move forward but Duke held up a hand and shook his head with a stern expression. Jason glared at him before looking back at Adrien. “If you are suggesting I have ever so much as laid an unwelcome hand on Marinette…”

“I can see the black eye, you bastard.” Adrien growled back. “You’ve been keeping her from going on patrol so I know she didn’t get it there. That leaves you. God only knows how many others you’ve caused on her. That explains why she’s been crying so much lately, why she doesn’t go out with friends anymore. She’s not even eating. And, what?” he yelled motioning to the drinks Jason had taken from Marinette. “You don’t want your wife drinking in front of your family? She’s not the one embarrassing them self.”

Jason continued glaring at him for a few moments before he looked down and let out a deep sigh. Marinette moved closer to him until she was leaning against his side. He reached back blindly for her hand. They were a team, they would get through this. Dick looked at Marinette again, examining her eye. Adrien was right, now that he really looked, he could see the makeup hastily applied around her eye. He looked to Jason in shock, “Jason?”

Duke gave Dick a pointed look and shook his head to let Dick know it wasn’t what it seemed. The rest of the family took note of Duke’s actions and stared at Marinette like she was a puzzle. Cass was the first one to figure it out. Her eyes widened and she gasped as soon as she did. She looked to Marinette with a questioning look and formed a fist with her hand and shook it by her cheek. Marinette smiled back and nodded. Cass squealed in delight.

Tim and Damian caught the sign and whipped their heads back to Marinette. Tim jumped up to hug Marinette but Damian sank further back into the couch. “Oh for the love of… Tell me this isn’t true.”

Dick immediately glared at Damian. “Of course it isn’t true! Jason would never hurt Marinette. There is something else going on.”

“Obviously, idiot. Take a look around and rethink your assumptions. They’ve given more than enough clues.” Damian huffed out with a roll of his eyes.

“Marinette? Jason?” Dick prompted them.

“Yeah. I’d love to hear what the explanation for all of this is.” Adrien jeered trying to push past Dick again.

“Not exactly the way we wanted to do this, we actually had presents to announce it, but…” Marinette started but she looked to Jason for help, squeezing his hand for comfort.

Jason took the hint and turned to her so he could wrap her up in his arms. He gave her a wink and a devilish smile before answering the question, “I didn’t knock her around, I knocked her up, asshole.” Marinette glared at him playfully.

Bruce groaned and ran his hand over his face. “Really, Jason? That’s how you chose to tell us?” He let out a deep sigh and smiled at them. “Congratulations Marinette and Jason. That’s really exciting.”

“Tell us what? What’s exciting?” Adrien looked around confused, “What does that mean?”

Marinette smiled kindly at Adrien, “It means, I’m pregnant. That's why I want to drink the wine but I can't. That's why I have no appetite lately, because I throw up anything I eat and just the smell or thought of the smell does the same. That's why I can't go out with you guys at night anymore even though I keep trying, because I start out fine but I’m so utterly exhausted and the world is usually spinning for me by the time patrol ends. It's why I cry at commercials on the TV, because I'm so ridiculously emotional right now. And I know I’m being overly emotional but I still can’t stop the tears. The more I try, the more I cry. It’s infuriating. I’m emotional and nauseous and hungry and exhausted and scared. But more than anything else, I'm excited and really happy. I can't wait to have a family with Jason.” She smiled lovingly at Jason. He reached down and stroked her cheek.

“You're going to be a mom?” Adrien asked tentatively, excitement already shining in his eyes.

She smiled shyly at him. “There are consequences for being impulsive. This is it. Plus, you know, wielder of Creation,” she pointed at herself. “Apparently that greatly increases my likelihood of getting pregnant.”

“And the black eye?” Dick asked for clarification.

“Ugh. I don’t know if it’s because of the miraculous intensifying things or just natural hormones but I’ve had ridiculous morning sickness. Honestly, I’m so beyond excited about the baby, but I’m ready to be past the throwing up constantly part. Have you ever thrown up so violently you gave yourself a black eye?” She pointed to her eye. “I have. 0/10 Do not recommend.”

“You’re going to be a mom.” Adrien repeated with a huge grin. Completely ignoring the last part of her statement.

Marinette laughed. “Yes, I'm going to be a mom. Jason is going to be an amazing dad. And you, if you can stop punching my baby's father for 5 minutes, are going to be an awesome uncle.”

“I'm going to be an uncle?” Adrien looked at her in wonder before it all finally settled in. He turned to Dick and yelled excitedly, “I'm going to be an uncle!” He turned to Duke and grabbed him into a hug, “I’m going to be an uncle!” He turned to the next person and said it again. However that next person happened to be Jason who was not as amused by his excitement as the rest of the room. “Yeah, I know. I’m going to be the father.” He said flatly.

Adrien’s expression quickly switched to guilt. “Oh God, Jason, I’m so sorry! I’m sorry for hitting you and I’m really, really sorry for thinking you would hurt Marinette.”

Jason waved him off, “Nah, it’s okay. I’m glad she has you to protect her. I worry about her, you know, especially now. Late nights, all-consuming design kicks, asshole businessmen… I know she can handle herself, but it’s good to see you’ll have her back if she needs it, even if it had to be from me.”

Adrien watched them with a soft look. Jason was watching Marinette so lovingly and stroking her cheek so gently. The smile on his face as he looked at her was pure bliss. And the look Marinette was giving him displayed a peace and elation he had never seen on her face. Looking at them now, he doesn’t know how he could have ever thought otherwise. Jason was going to be an amazing dad and she was going to be an amazing mom. He started as a sudden thought struck him. “Hey, Marinette? Have you told your mom already?”

“Oh God yes!” Jason exclaimed before Marinette could respond. “I’d like to live to see my child, thank you.”

She smiled wryly at him and chuckled. “She almost knew before Jason did. I wasn’t willing to risk her wrath again.”

Tim looked at them with an incredulous expression. “Seriously? I’ve seen her mom. She’s shorter than Marinette, and that’s saying something.” He ignored the glare she sent his way. “Are you seriously saying you’re afraid of her?”

“Yes.” Jason responded without hesitation.

“Is she really that scary? Really?”

Jason, Marinette, and Adrien looked at each other with grim looks and haunted eyes, “Yes!” they responded at the same time.

“We didn’t tell her about the wedding until a few weeks after and I don’t think I’ve ever been so nervous and scared.” Jason shuttered. He reflexively hugged Marinette closer at the thought.

“I can’t believe you seriously thought Jason would hurt me at all let alone risk my Mom’s wrath.” Marinette shook her head with a smile, snuggling into Jason’s chest.

“How was I supposed to know? You said you weren’t eating because you were trying to lose weight!” Adrien exclaimed. “That’s not what I expect a pregnant woman to say.” Marinette winced at that.

“You said you were trying to lose weight?” Jason straightened up.

“I panicked!” Marinette exclaimed. “We weren't telling people we were pregnant yet and I just said the first thing that came to my mind.” She looked down sheepishly. She really should be better at thinking under pressure by this point.

“And that was to lose weight?” Jason asked cautiously.

Marinette sighed, “I had just been talking with some models who said another brand told them they needed to lose weight. I was thinking I should talk to Adrien about a company policy against things like that.”

“Oooo, that’s a good idea. We should do that.” Adrien nodded.

“I know, right? So it was on my mind.”

“Okay… so you're not worried about your weight, right?” Jason searched her eyes for confirmation.

“No,” Marinette shook her head, eyes shining fondly at him. “My priority is making sure our baby and I are healthy, not my weight.”

Jason sighed a relieved breath, pressing his forehead to hers and smiling adoringly at her. “Good because I love you like this…” he kissed her cheek, “and I’m going to love you like you'll be in 3 months…” he kissed her forehead, “and how you'll be in 6 months…” he kissed her other cheek, “and how you’ll be after the baby, too.” He pressed a gentle but passionate kiss on her lips and hugged her even closer.

“Ew! Guys we do not want to see you reenact how you conceived the baby.” Tim groaned in disgust.

“Relax. We’re not going to do anything here.” Jason snapped. A relieved sigh was heard from more than one person in the room. “But we can get the video out if you want.” Jason added with a smirk.

Marinette squawked and turned a deep red color, furiously waving her arms. “There is no video! He’s joking.” She slapped him arm before burying her head in his chest trying to disappear in embarrassment.

“Yeah, it would be hard to figure out which video it was…” he added grinning devilishly down at her. He wanted to see just how red he could get her to turn and embarrassment in front of his family was the best way to do it.

“There are no videos. He’s just being an ass.” She turned quickly to the family to reassure them.

“That’s what she wants you to think.” Jason smiled even wider.

“Jason…” she growled. Jason noticed the subtle switch in red on her face from embarrassment red to annoyance red and decided the game was over. It was no longer teasing. It was now picking on her. She was having a rare period of not feeling like she was going to throw up or pass out and he didn’t want to ruin that for her.

“Okay, sorry. I was just kidding.” He rubbed her arms and kissed her temple gently. “It’s too magical to be caught on film anyway.” He couldn’t stop himself from adding with a cheeky grin. Marinette let out a deep, long suffering groan but let him wrap his arms around her from behind and nuzzle into her hair. He chuckled lightly, his hands finding her not-yet-showing belly to caress it, and whispered into her ear, “I love you.” She sighed again, covered his hands with hers, laid her head back on his chest, and whispered with a contented smile, “I love you, too.”

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Fun Fact: I threw up so much and so violently during one bout of morning sickness, I broke a bunch of vessels in my eye and around it, effectively giving myself a black eye. Hence it’s mention in this fic.

Also, we’re pretending there was never a Blackwing before.

Also also, the sign Cass did was the sign for “aunt”.

#maribat #jasonette #Covert Jasonette

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sindrafalcone · 3 years

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Secret Valentine...

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Kwon Jiyong (G Dragon) x reader

Synopsis: Jiyong finally figures out his secret Valentine

Warnings: fluffiness, candy induced fluffiness

Author’s Note: Finally finished this belated Valentine’s fluff piece! Maybe Jiyong will leave me be for now so I can go back to writing Seunghyun. lol My apologies for the lateness. But I hope you guys still enjoy!

Suggested Listening: ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work. I do not own any images used.

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From his place on the floor of the YG mens locker room, partially hidden behind some empty boxes, Jiyong yawned as quietly as he could & checked the time on his phone. 5am. That meant that most of the early employees should start arriving soon. He felt himself smile and excitement bubbled up in his chest. This time he was finally going to figure it out...

The chocolates had begun mysteriously appearing in his locker on Valentine's day of 2007. Bigbang had made their debut, but hadn't quite managed to find that hit song that he was so sure he'd be able to write sooner or later.

After an incredibly long and tiring day of dance practice he'd opened up his locker, only to find a tiny white box sitting on the shelf inside. The box was plain, not even a bow or a note in sight. Curiosity got the better of him as he carefully extracted the little package from it's hiding place, turning it over in his hand to see if he could figure out what it was. “Hey!” he called out to the other four men. “Did any of you guys slip this into my locker?”

He held the box up so they could all see it, but every man shook his head. “What is it?” Seunghyun asked, his voice a bit muffled as he changed shirts. “If I knew that, do you think I'd be asking who put it here?”

“Well, open it!” Youngbae encouraged.

Jiyong eyed his best friend warily, but decided he was right... the only way to find out was to open the damn thing. He slid his thumb along the flap and pulled it back. He had to fight the urge to laugh as the whole group crowded around him in order to see what his unexpected gift was.

“It's...” Jiyong was at a loss for words.

“Chocolate?” Daesung offered tentatively. “I think...”

A single chocolate truffle was all the box contained. It was sad looking and irregularly shaped, clearly a homemade attempt. Jiyong reached into the box with trembling fingers, picking up the chocolate in between his forefinger and his thumb so he could examine it closer. It was obviously dark chocolate, covered in a layer of cocoa powder. But it still had a faint scent of something else... 'Oranges, maybe?' he thought to himself.

“Awww.... Jiyongie got himself a Valentine!” Youngbae teased. “Who's it from?” the maknae asked.

“I have no idea.” Jiyong whispered, just before he held it up to his lips and took a bite.

Despite the yelling protests of his friends, telling him he was insane for eating something from an unknown sender, Jiyong was in heaven.

He had been right. The slightly bitter flavor of the cocoa powder hit his tongue first, followed quickly by the sweetness of the rich chocolate as he chewed the soft confection slowly. Only after he swallowed did he taste the orange and something slightly more astringent... probably alcohol of some sort. A satisfied groan came from somewhere deep within Jiyong's chest.

“Damn...” Seunghyun swore under his breath. “Must have tasted better than it looked. Can I have the other half?” he looked at the leader hopefully.

“No.” said Jiyong simply & then popped the rest of the treat into his mouth. This was his very first Valentine's chocolate and he was not in the mood to share it.

The guys just shook their heads and went back to getting ready, all interest in teasing Jiyong was lost now that the chocolate was gone.

And that was how it had started.

Jiyong had received “mystery chocolates” in his locker every Valentine's Day from there on out, with the exception of the couple of years he'd actually had a girlfriend. And on those years, he'd found himself seriously missing the candies. So much so, that he'd started to make absolutely sure he was single on Valentine's Day, just so he'd be guaranteed to get his chocolates.

Over the years the number of candies had multiplied and improved in quality. The second year, there had been four of the same that he'd gotten the first time. Each one a little rounder & more expertly shaped than the one before. And it had just snowballed from there... fillings and toppings had changed, there was now a mix of dark, milk and white chocolate. And, he had to admit, the candy itself had gotten prettier, more well made. Practice made perfect, Jiyong supposed. But the boxes, even though they'd been getting steadily bigger, were always plain & white with no indication whatsoever as to who kept leaving them in his locker.

Jiyong heard the door to the room open, jolting him from his memories. He watched as a shadowy figure crept into the room and headed straight for his locker. Patiently he waited... the “chocolatier” as he'd come to think of her, opened his locker quietly, pulled a container from her bag, and slid it into place on the shelf. Then she stealthily shut the door to the locker and turned around.

That was when Jiyong sprung his trap.

“A-ha!” he yelled in triumph, flipping up the light switch and flooding the room with the harsh glow of florescents. “I've gotcha now!”

You screamed and flattened yourself against the row of lockers at the sudden invasion of light.

Jiyong stood there just blinking, trying to give his eyes time to adjust.

“Ji... Jiyong?” your voice wavered in shock and a slight tinge of fear. “You scared me to death!” you held a hand to your chest, attempting to slow the frantic beating of your heart.

“______________-ah?” Jiyong asked, his voice sounding confused, but intrigued at the same time. He couldn't imagine that you, of all people, turned out to be his mysterious Valentine chocolate maker.

You'd begun working at YG in 2005, starting as an unpaid intern, basically running errands and cleaning. Through the years, you had managed to work your way up through the company based solely on hard work and perseverance. You moved over to working with the Coordi Noona's on wardrobe & then transferred to the set and stage team. Now you were incredibly proud to be able to say that you were the main set designer for all of Bigbang's concerts. It was a job that you loved and hated at the same time. Because it helped keep you close to Jiyong, the man you had come to love and accept that you could never have. So, you made a compromise with yourself to make him chocolate every Valentine's Day, never letting him know who they were actually from, because you knew that his rejection would absolutely wreck you.

Jiyong moved around the boxes he'd been using as cover and strode over to stand in front of you, dangerously close.

“So... you're my 'chocolateir'?” he asked with a smirk.

“I...” it was on the tip of your tongue to say that you didn't know what he was talking about, but you knew it was no use. You'd been caught & now would come the rejection and humiliation that you had been so scared of for years. That's why you had placed them in his locker in secret in the first place, you didn't have the courage to face Jiyong and admit your feelings.

He simply reached around you and deftly popped his locker open, reaching in and coming out with the simple white box in hand.

“Jiyong, I...” you started to explain, but he just held a finger up to your lips.

“Shhhhh.....” he said with a smile as he pried the lid open.

You watched as his face lit up like a little kid, looking at the variety of chocolates in the box this year. He pointed to a white chocolate one that you'd made for the first time. “What's this one?”

“Raspberry mousse.” you told him flatly.

“And this?” he pointed out another.

“Pistachio.” you sighed.

Jiyong took his time looking the box over, but the longer he took, the more his delighted face turned into a frown.

“Where's the orange ones?” he pouted.

“What?”

“The orange ones!” he whined. “You know... like the first one you made me.” Jiyong looked at you then, his brown eyes pleading.

“Oh....” you chuckled. “those are on the second layer.” you reached over and lifted the first section of the box to reveal the tier below.

Jiyong's eyes grew wide as he saw that the entire second box was filled with nothing but the orange truffles that he loved so much. Without hesitation, he reached in and lifted one out, popping it into his mouth in a single bite and moaning aloud, just as he had the first time.

You felt yourself shiver as Jiyong ate the truffle. Watching as his eyes slid closed in complete bliss and the sound of satisfaction escaped his chest. You couldn't help but feel proud that your chocolate making skills had managed to elicit such a response.

“They aren't orange.” you whispered, not sure why you felt the need to correct him on such a small detail.

“What?” his eyes popped open in shock, the moment ruined.

“The truffles...” you stammered. “They aren't orange. They're Grand Marneir.”

Jiyoing grinned. “I thought I tasted alcohol...”

“I, uh... I learned how to make them from my aunt.” you admitted shyly.

“And the rest?”

“Well, at first I just watched videos online and eventually I took some local classes on chocolate making.” you said quietly, not really sure why you were admitting all this to him.

“All that... just for me?” he asked, carefully taking the first layer from you & setting both down on the nearby wooden bench.

You just nodded, suddenly unsure of what to say.

Jiyong turned back to face you, his face suddenly serious. “All this time... why not just tell me, _______-ah?”

“I...” you briefly thought about lying, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. “I... wanted to wait until they were perfect. And I was... I was afraid you wouldn’t return my feelings.” you looked dejectedly at the floor, certain that he was going to try and turn you down as gently as he could. You couldn't bear to watch his face as he did it.

To your great surprise you felt Jiyong step into your space. One hand snaked around your waist, coming to rest at the small of your back. His other hand gently came up under your chin, tilting your face so that you were forced to look at him.

“They're already perfect.” he murmured. “They were from the very beginning.”

You opened your mouth to protest, because even you had to admit that the first truffle you'd left him had been positively ugly. Instead Jiyong slid his mouth over yours, objectively swallowing anything you were about to say.

The kiss shocked you at first, but once you realized there was actually feeling behind it on his part, you began to kiss him back eagerly. You wound your arms around him, pulling Jiyong even closer to you.

There was a hint of dark chocolate & Grand Marnier and you found that couldn't get enough now that you'd finally gotten a taste of him.

After a while, he broke the kiss and pulled back slightly, his lips still barely touching yours. “You were my first Valentine.” he admitted breathlessly.

“Really?” you gave him a dubious look.

“Honest.” he smiled. “You can ask the guys if you don't believe me.”

You returned his smile, leaned forward and gave him another small kiss.

“Can I also be your last Valentine?”

Jiyong pulled you into a tight hug, whispering into your ear, “I'd love that, actually... just as long as you always make me those orange truffles.”

“Deal.”

Jiyong exhaled a breath that he hadn't realized he'd been holding and chuckled. He pulled back so that he could look at you.

“Fair warning, _________-ah. I feel like I should tell you to brace yourself.” he said, his face suddenly serious.

“Brace myself?” you asked, confused. “For what?”

“I have a lot of White Day's to make up for...” he said, winking at you before leaning in for another kiss.

#g dragon #jiyong #g dragon scenario #jiyong scenario #kwon ji yong #bigbang #bigbang gdragon #bigbang jiyong #bigbang scenarios #g dragon fic #jiyong fic #jiyong fluff #g dragon fluff

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apocalypses-and-other-things · 3 years

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Pairing: Sub!10K/dom!reader

Warnings: Smut, provocative language, BDSM themes, language

Summary: 10K being super subby! ❤ also, you decide to use 10K "weapon" against him and he just can't say no!

Requested: Yes 🥰

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You'd been with the group for what seemed like ages which could probably be contributed to the fact that hours, days, and months started to bleed together and calenders were now useless. For as long as you could remember 10K was always the angsty bad boy in all black that couldn't bother to back down from trouble. You'd be lying if you said he wasn't tough and dominant being the "baby" of the group, however you knew something about the gritty angry boy that no one else knew... you knew just how to make him melt in the palm of your hand like sugary chocolate candy you remember so well pre-apocalptically. All it took was to get him into sub space using a few key words... "such a good boy, 10K... such a good boy..." you would drag out the words like honey, whispering in his ear. You could almost see the hairs on the back of his neck stand as the tips of his ears burned scarlet red. Next came the soft whimpers and throaty groans as he tried to fight the feeling of caving and giving you control, but you knew you had him every time.

Things had been more stressful than usual and you weren't really sure why, but when the chaos let up in the slightest the group took advantage and decided to rest. 10K, however was restless and silently begging for some time of release. It was written all over his face and you were going to give him exactly what he needed. "Pst... 10K come here... I need you to look at this..." you made a come hither motion with your finger so he'd follow you into a small room of a building that was shelter for the night. All was quiet. No Zs. No frantic running. Just you and an obedient, somewhat unkowing little sub. He raised an eyebrow and shrugged, following you into the room after taking your hand. The wasn't much in said room, a well built wooden chair, some old blankets and some empty containers. "What did you need to show me in here Y/N?" He gave you a naive look, but when your eyes met he caught on quick! A soft gasp escaping his lips as you got closer to him, running your fingers through his hair, pressing yourself to him and breathing warmly down his neck. "You're going to be a good boy and give me that chain you keep in your pants..." your words oozed sexuality and dominance and you stroked his cheek with your thumb. Then you saw it, his eyes got low, almost pouty but eager and he began to fidget slightly. "Uh. Yes... yes ma'am..." he faltered on his words as he tried to get his hands to work, producing the chain he kept hidden down his pant leg. "Now, do as your told and sit down in the chair. Go on." You took hold of the chain and slowly inched him back to the chair, causing him to fall back into it and let out a moan in anticipation for what you might do to him.

You wrapped the heavy chain around his waist and then both of his wrists, causing his arms to fall down to his sides due to the weight. You locked it as best you could with a pad lock you had handy. This gesture itself elicited an excited huff of air paired with 10K biting his bottom lip so hard you thought it might bruise. "Oh God... please... Y/N... uhhh!" He was yours now. You had him wrapped around your finger and writhing under the need for release. "This is all you ever really want? Huh? You be a little pet? Isn't that right?" You touted him, straddling his lap and locking the bottom lip he'd been digging his teeth into. You could almost taste blood. He hastily shook his head yes as his eyes slightly rolled to the back of his head after feeling you pull on his short black hair. He tried to lift his arms to touch you, but the chain forced them right back down, causing him to whimper like You'd never heard before. It sent heat straight to your core, seeing him almost helpless and itching to feel you. You ground your hips down on him making his desperate sounds become louder and his breathing heavier. You couldn't have him waking everyone so you grabbed a bandana from your back pocket and held both sides while putting it in his mouth. "Shhhhh.... can't have everyone knowing what an obedient thing you are, now can we?" With that slur of words you felt him hard as a rock under his slim black jeans. "I don't care! Please! Just please..." his begging became frantic and you knew he wouldn't last much longer. You crashed your lips into his and continued to grind your hips, causing glorious friction between the two of you, both panting and awaiting the euphoria! You reached your hands down and pulled the chain closer to the floor, putting his arms down tight, further letting him know just who was in charge! It was then when you felt his hips shutter. A light sweat had broken out on his forehead ad he threw his head back with a deep moan of satisfaction.

You smiled and climbed off of his lap, watching as he came down from his high in his own time, halfway thinking to yourself that you'd leave him in the chain just a bit longer. His low lidded eyes met yours and you knew he was ready to snuggle up to you and get some rest. You unlocked the heavy metal and made sure his hands were ok, which they were. "I love seeing you like that." You chewed your bottom lip and he blushed furiously as you both tried to make a decent bed for the night, eventually falling fast asleep snuggled together.

#10k z nation #z nation #zombie apocalypse #oneshot

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thatskepticalbitchcara · 3 years

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Lmaoo I might have to drop out of the running baby I can’t compete with rich doctors 😭 but here you go

how tall are you: 5’6

ideal date: I kind of like doing stuff outside but really anything that’s not too chaotic and makes it easy to talk. I think wine and paint nights are really fun 🤷🏼‍♀️

favorite place you’ve traveled to: mmm idk they’re all different to me but I fell in love with Salzburg when I was in Austria. Seville is very special to me too 🤍

where’d you go last time you took a plane: Miami in August with friends and then from there to Orlando and went to Disney with my mom for a couple days which was SO fun

do you have roommates: no just me and my cat

would you relocate for a significant other: if it was serious I probably would but I love Massachusetts and being near my family so it isn’t ideal

oldest, middle, youngest or only child: youngest, two older brothers but one is my Irish twin

best movie you’ve seen recently: I haven’t really had time to watch anything recently but I watched All Good Things a couple weeks ago and liked it

do you believe in aliens and/or ghosts: yessssss to both

how long have you been single: 10 months

what’s your longest relationship: 2 and half years

what do you do on sundays: mostly just errands, deep cleaning and laundry and I have dinner with my 4 year old nephew every Sunday

are you open to open relationships: no lol I’d get so jealous

what are you currently wearing no cheating: I just got home so I’m about to change but a black body suit, black ripped jeans, black docs, and an orangey beige denim jacket

what did you do today: omg it was so long but such a good day. I woke up a little late and rushed a work out, then showered and got ready and picked up my brother from the airport and we hung out most of the afternoon which was amazing because I haven’t seen him in person since March 2020 because of the pandemic and he lives in NYC. He came home for my birthday and the like 4 days later everything shut down and he hasn’t been home and I haven’t been to New York since 🥺 and then we went and had a couple drinks with our other brother and my mom. And thennnn I had to go to a dinner for my friends birthday and now I’m home and tired lol

what’s your heritage: like 75% Irish 25% Dutch

what kind of car do you drive: a ravioli (rav4)

do you have commitment issues: lmaooo not really but mild trust issues and moderate abandonment issues

are you a gleek: no I’ve only seen a couple of episodes 😬

shhhhh no absolutely no dropping out. i would be sad ❤️‍🩹

both the wine & paint night and your favorite trips sound incredible. i’m glad you got to see your brother! that’s really exciting. i didn’t see my family for the longest time either thanks to the pandemic.. and we got together in july/august finally which was nice. i’m glad now that the world is opening up just enough for us to do a little bit more. i don’t like going so long without seeing people close to me.

your outfit sounds hot btw 👀

and you having dinner with your 4 year old nephew every week is the cutest thing i’ve ever heard wtf 😭🥰❤️ my heart!!!

i still want to see your cat 😂💕 and for you to come off anon. but alas, i will be patient. channeling my inner calm 🧘🏻‍♀️ whenever you’re ready though. i’m here.

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kaoru-takaida · 3 years

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MHA Fanfic Collab Fanfic

Chapter 4: Reveals

Kirishima lays on his futon awake and unable to sleep. Bakugou is near him, in his own futon, trying to sleep. Kirishima sits up a bit, checking whether or not any of the other boys were visibly awake. "Hey. Bakugou. Are you still awake?" Kirishima whispers.

"No." Bakugou says.

"Come on, man." Kirishima whispers. "I need to talk to you about something."

Bakugou growls slightly. "Ask me in the morning." He grumbles.

"Bakugou." Kirishima whines quietly. "It's kind of important. It's about Kaoru." Kirishima hears Bakugou exhale a sigh. He then turns onto his stomach to look at Kirishima.

"What is it?" Bakugou asks.

Kirishima scowls a bit. "I overheard them talking to Mr. Aizawa a little bit ago." Kirishima begins. "And they mentioned something about people being after them." Bakugou is taken aback. But Kirishima can see he's not surprised and put two and two together. "Kaoru told you, didn't they?"

Bakugou nods. "Yeah." He scoffs. "That dumbass needs to be more careful in who they tell and where they talk." Bakugou clenches his fists. "I was pretty surprised myself to be honest."

Kirishima grimaces. "Do you think it's the League?" He asks.

Bakugou shakes his head. "I don't know. They only said a group of people. I'm not even sure Kaoru themself even knows." Bakugou looks up at Kirishima. "For now, they'll be safe, though. I'm sure of it. We should try to focus on training and getting stronger. Kaoru included."

Kirishima smiles a determined smile at Bakugou. "Right!"

Bakugou puts a finger to his lips. "Shhhhh." He shushed Kirishima. "Don't be so frigging loud." He lays back down, covering himself with his blanket. "Now go back to sleep, idiot." Kirishima gives one last smile and rolls back over, laying down.

Unknown to the two, however, a couple futons over, Midoriya's eyes were wide in disbelief. His back is facing everyone, so he was able to listen to Kirishima and Bakugou talk. He'd heard everything…

Kaoru glares down at their cell phone and scowls. They're outside of the camp base, sitting on the porch. And although it was summer, the nights are cold. They readjust their hoodie sleeves before looking at the cellphone again. The contact number "Uncle" on the screen, ready for them to call. Kaoru sighs, clicking the phone icon. They lift the phone to their ear and listen to the phone ring. On the second ring, the phone is answered. "Kao? Why haven't you been answerin' the phone? Do you have any idea how worried I've been?" A male voice asks. The man sounds a bit irritated. And Kaoru knew he was angrier than he was letting on. "You need to come home right away."

Kaoru waits a second before talking. "Uncle, I've decided to continue going to U.A. to become a Hero. No matter what you or anyone else wants." Kaoru says. The other side of the line is quiet. "I know you don't want me to. But I'm staying in class 1A."

"Kao, I-."

"Uncle, you need to trust me and start telling me more about myself!" Kaoru says, clenching their fists. "How else am I going to grow if I can't learn to take care of myself? If you won't trust me?" Kaoru sighs. "We can figure it out together… Starting with that group that's after me." Kaoru says. "Please tell me what you can about them."

After another few seconds of silence, their uncle talks. "If I tell ya, you need to promise me that you'll stay away from them. No matter what!"

"I promise."

Kaoru could hear their uncle sigh. "I swear yer one of the most stubborn people I've met." Kaoru smiles.

"You've got no one but yourself to blame for that one, Uncle." Kaoru tells him. "I'm not nearly as stubborn as you." The man laughs once, but goes silent.

After a moment of silence and hesitation, their uncle answers. "You already know their name." He says. "They call themselves the League of Villains." Kaoru's expression changes from a smile to alarmed. "Almost 6 years ago, I rescued you from them. They've been tracking ya down ever since." Kaoru gulps, realizing they'd had their suspicions the whole time.

"No wonder you were so against me going to class A." Kaoru says. "I guess I should have known."

"It was only for yer protection, Kao." He responds. "Trust me when I say I didn't wanna discourage ya or tell ya not to be a hero." He explains. "I just wanted you to be safe." Kaoru closes their eyes.

"I understand, Uncle." Kaoru tells him. "I'm sorry for worrying you."

Their uncle scoffs. "I'm always worryin' about you." He says, making them smile. "Hey. Remember our motto, okay? Stay cool and stay true." He tells them.

Kaoru nods to themself. "Stay cool and stay true."

Kaoru runs with all their might, sweating like crazy, gasping for air. "Quirks are a part of your body like muscles." Aizawa had explained. Kaoru remembers this in their head as they run, despite already feeling like they'll collapse. "Muscles grow stronger and tougher by tearing and growing back in a way that can withstand more." He'd been explaining to Kaoru, who wanted to get stronger and more creative with their Quirk. "For you, you'll have to focus your efforts on every aspect of what a Quirk is. So you'll rotate between endurance runs and strength training." Kaoru had been running around the training ground for nearly 2 hours now. They were tasked with 100 laps, without running on all fours.

This was the third day of camp. Before they could switch to their next exercise, Aizawa and Class B's Teacher, Mr. Vlad King, had called for a short break. Kaoru fell to the ground next to Midoriya. Both panting and gasping for air wildly. "I've never… felt… so exhausted in my life." Kaoru says between breaths, lying on their stomach next to Midoriya. He grabs his water and takes some huge drinks. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

He smiles down at them. "Yeah." He looks around at his classmates all resting. Both class A and B, training together. It was a different vibe with the other class than the Sports Festival. "Everyone is working so hard to push their limits and go beyond them."

Kaoru smiles now too, sitting up on their haunches. "I'm with you and the other power types for the next 2 hours. Have you been improving, Deku?"

Midoriya chuckles nervously. "It's hard to tell really. But I know I'm feeling stronger aside from being exhausted." Kaoru smiles at him.

"Good." Kaoru tells him.

Without warning, Bakugou strides over. "Oh, Kacchan." Midoriya says. Bakugou gives a side glance at him, scoffing. He turns to Kaoru.

"Take this." Bakugou drops a cold bottle of water. Kaoru catches it and gives Bakugou a wide eyed look. "Make sure you're drinking water, dumbass."

"Oh, thank you." Kaoru tells him as he walks away. He waves them off, heading to Kirishima. Kaoru opens the water and takes a drink.

"Wow. Kacchan and you really are becoming good friends, huh?" Midoriya asks. Kaoru's ears perk up slightly as they stop drinking.

"Hm?" Kaoru looks at Bakugou giving Kirishima a bottle of water as well. "I mean, I guess so." Kaoru laughs halfheartedly. "Most of the time I just seem to annoy him. I'm not sure if he actually likes me or just feels like he needs to make it up to me since he thinks he hurt me."

Midoriya looks over at Bakugou too. "I've known him for a long time. Trust me. You guys are good friends." Midoriya spots the kid, Kota, from the first day. He gives a small wave, meeting eyes with him. The boy simply sticks his tongue out and scoffs, walking away from Mandalay towards the base. "Eh heh…" Midoriya looks at the ground, seemingly at a loss.

"Wow… that kid looked like he wanted to punch you in the balls again." Kaoru tells him.

Midoriya sighs. "Yeah. I… want to know why he acts like he doesn't like heroes."

Kaoru blinks. "But why?" Midoriya looks over at them, a questionable look on his face and a small "huh". Kaoru puts a hand out. "Why do you wanna know? Isn't that his business?" Kaoru asks. "What if he has his own reasons and it's a reason you don't agree with? Or what if he has no reason at all?" Kaoru looks down and rubs the side of their water bottle with their finger. "I mean, there are plenty of people out there who don't like heroes. It's becoming harder and harder to make out what a real hero is any more."

Midoriya frowns. "I guess you're right. But… "

Kaoru crosses their arms. "If Kota wanted you to know, don't you think he'd have told you himself?" Kaoru asks. Midoriya doesn't say anything for a moment. Then Kaoru gasps, seeing Midoriya's puzzled face. "Oh! Deku, I'm sorry. I didn't mean any disrespect or to be rude." They say, waving their hands at him.

Midoriya shakes his head. "No. It's alright." He tells them. "But Kaoru…" Kaoru looks up at him. "I care about Kota, even though I just met him. Besides…" He smiles at them, a determined scowl now on his brow. "Meddling where you technically don't belong is in the essence of being a hero." Kaoru can't help but feel awestruck at this revelation.

Kaoru stares at the cutting board. Kirishima laughs at the fox girl's confused glare at the potatoes in front of them. "Have you never cooked before?" He asks. Kaoru doesn't say a thing. And then after a couple of seconds, their ears droop and their tail lowers itself and Kaoru growls to themself quietly with a strange grimace on their face. A clear sign of embarrassment on their part. "You seriously haven't?" Kirishima exclaims. He reaches over and readjusts their hand on the handle of the knife. "Okay, look. Hold the knife like this so you have better control." He moves over to his own cutting board. "Then, carefully chop the potatoes like this."

Kirishima begins to slice the potatoes. He then turns the slices and dices the rest up into tiny cubes. Kaoru's ears perk up in excitement. Their tail wags a bit as they begin to chop the potatoes, copying Kirishima's movements. "Hah! I'm doing it!"

"Good job!" Kirishima says, giving a thumbs up. "I'm not really that great at cooking. Especially in comparison to…" Kirishima and Kaoru look behind them at Bakugou, chopping fiercely away at carrots.

"Woah, Bakugou." Uraraka says. "You're really good with that knife." She clutches the firewood in surprise. "It's weird."

"What do you mean it's weird?" Bakugou shouts. "How can you people be so damn bad at everything?"

Kirishima gives an exhausted sigh. "Look at that. He's not blowing stuff up." Kaminari says, walking behind Bakugou.

Kirishima stops chopping to look up, rolling his eyes a bit. I'm too tired for this… He thinks to himself. He looks over at Kaoru, watching Bakugou chop intently. Like they were studying how he was chopping. He can't help but give a weak smile. Kaoru turns and starts to chop now too, holding the potato similar to how Bakugou was holding the carrot he was chopping. The look of satisfaction on Kaoru's face made Kirishima laugh. "You really never learned to cook?" Kirishima asks.

Kaoru shakes their head. "No. My uncle made all the meals so I never really got a chance to." Kaoru shrugs. "And there aren't any Home Economics classes in America. Not anymore at least."

"Huh." Kirishima says. "They're pretty common in Japan, actually. Even these days." He stops now, before he clears his throat after a moment. He glances to make sure no one around was close enough to hear. "So, um." He continues to chop his own potatoes. "I overheard you talking with Mr. Aizawa." He begins.

"Wha-!" Kaoru starts. "Ow!" They exclaim in pain, having cut themself with their knife. Kirishima grabs their sliced hand quickly.

"Ah! I'm sorry." He gestures towards the building. "Come on. Let me help." Moments later, Kirishima is wrapping medical tape around the tip of Kaoru's index finger on their left hand. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." He was on his knees in front of them, on the floor of the lobby where Kaoru had been seated on one of the couches. Kirishima closes the first aid kit and sets it on the couch next to Kaoru.

Kaoru shakes their head, pursing their eyebrows. "No… You're fine. I was just surprised." They sigh before laughing halfheartedly. "I guess I need to be more careful with knives." Kaoru frowns, noticing Kirishima avoiding eye contact. "How much did you overhear?" Kaoru asks, an almost bitter tone in their voice.

Kirishima looks down at the floor. "Pretty much all of it." He admits, clenching his fists. He then scoffs at himself and smacks both of his cheeks. He drops forward, his hands to the floor and bows his head. "I'm sorry!"

Eh! A Japanese Dogeza! Kaoru gasps a bit. They grimace, blushing nervously. "It's fine, Kirishima! Really!" They say, waving their hands for him to stop. "Seriously, cut it out! It's not that big a deal." He sits up. Kaoru sighs again, looking away. "I suppose I should be more careful about what I say and where I say it from now on too." Kaoru crosses their arms, they look at Kirishima. "So you know why I'm here and what I'm running from." Kirishima nods once, still not meeting their gaze.

"I've been meaning to ask whether or not you're safe here." Kirishima asks. "I mean, these people after you. They're dangerous, right?" Kaoru smiles at Kirishima.

"I'm safe here." Kaoru answers. "Mr. Aizawa assured me and my Uncle that no one knows where we are except the principal, a few teachers, and The Pussycats." Kirishima smiles now too, finally looking at them. "I appreciate the concern."

Kirishima's smile fades now. "Do…" He wrings his wrists a little bit, hesitant. "Do you know why these people are after you?" Kaoru keeps the smile on their face, but sadness sinks over them.

"Honestly, I have no idea." Kaoru answers. Kirishima looks at them, scolding softly. Kaoru shrugs. "Maybe it has to do with my childhood? Or these scars I have?" Kaoru pulls the sleeve of their hoodie down trying to hide the scars on their wrists and hands. But it doesn't cover all the way.

Kirishima gives Kaoru a determined smile. "You might not like them. But I think scars can be manly." Kirishima tells them, pointing a thumb at his own scar on his right eyelid. Kaoru's eyes light up at the way he'd said that. "They're a reminder of something that happened to make you you!" Kirishima tells them. "That's how I choose to see them."

Kaoru watches with a bittersweet reaction and an almost crying Kirishima as he's dragged away by Aizawa to go to remedial classes by their teachers capture scarf. Him and a few others. Ashido, Kaminari, Sero, Sato, and Kirishima all failed the practical portion of their finals apparently. The punishments were special remedial classes that started yesterday into today. And not satisfied with their training today, Aizawa had decided that they'd sit out the Test of Courage the Wild Pussycats had put together for Class 1A and 1B. It was night out and both classes, despite their exhaustion all were looking forward to this.

"I almost feel sorry for him." Kaoru says to Bakugou. He scoffs looking away.

"That's what he gets for failing." Bakugou murmurs. Pixie-Bob, Mandalay, and Tiger all explain how the Test of Courage will happen. Class B hides in the forest. Class A goes through in pairs and tries to get papers with their names at the far end of the forest and come back to the clearing. All while Class B use their Quirks to scare them.

After drawing randomly, Kaoru is matched up with Midoriya to go in last. Midoriya cries and gives Kaoru a look of relief. "Oh, thank God I'm not alone! I would have died of fright or had a heart attack!" He says with a waterfall of tears. Kaoru laughs.

"Don't be too relieved yet, we still have to go in." They say. As the team's begin to go into the forest, Kaoru gives Midoriya a thumbs up. "We'll be fine, Deku! Don't worry." However, the screaming in the forest starts and Kaoru can't help but feel a shiver run up their spine. They force the smile to stay on their face, but start sweating nervously. Their ears droop and their tail tucks between their legs, a clear sign of fear. "Yep… We'll be… perfectly fine…" They say, stiff as a board.

That's not very convincing! Midoriya thinks in a bitter panic.

Kaoru opens their mouth to say something, but suddenly they scowl. Kaoru sniffs the air. "Huh?" They sniff repeatedly now, closing their eyes.

"Kaoru?" Midoriya asks.

"There's a strange scent." Kaoru begins. Kaoru turns to Pixie-Bob and Mandalay. "Do you guys smell that?"

"What's this foul smell in the air?" Pixie-Bob asks, covering her mouth. Midoriya looks around. He then points at the forest side of the mountain.

"Do you see that?" Midoriya asks. He points and Kaoru's eyes widen in alarm and they gasp. Smoke is rising from a light, bright blue haze above the trees.

"Black smoke?" Mandalay asks. Kaoru swallows hard, their heart beginning to beat rapidly. Worried glances and expressions now are seen on all of the students and the Wild Pussycats now.

"Has something been set ablaze?" Iida wonders.

"Maybe a fire on the mountain?" Ojiro suggests.

That same moment, a man with a patchwork face and stitched arms is holding a hand to a grove of trees. Blue flames setting the trees on fire with fuming and overwhelming heat swirl from his hand. The raven haired man opens his turquoise eyes.

"Now, it begins." He says, as the flames grow bigger and stronger.

#mha oc #bnha oc #my hero academia oc #boku no hero acadamia oc #my hero Academia fanfiction #mha fanfiction #boku no hero academy fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #Kaoru Takaida #my mha oc #my bnha oc

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trashyswitch · 4 years

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Puppies! Puppies! Puppies!

Roman has decided to summon a whole bunch of puppies, to make Patton beam with happiness. As the day goes on, Roman becomes more and more evil and accidentally goes a little overboard on the puppies...

Sorry it's a little short. But, I'm gonna try and get more fanfics out more sooner than later. That is, if I can come up with ideas fast enough...

Roman smiled and gave the little bundle of excitement some pets while he waited patiently for Patton to walk out of his bedroom with his empty cup of coffee. Roman had been holding this fluff ball for a good 5 minutes or so, and was readying the little excited nut to surprise Patton with puppy love. You guessed it: Roman was holding a squirmy little puppy in his hands. Where did the puppy come from? That’s easy! Roman conjured the little guy! Why did he conjure a puppy? Well, that’s easy too!

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened to reveal a cheery, beaming Patton with an empty cup of coffee. Quickly, Roman put the puppy down and watched as the super quick golden retriever puppy sprinted up to Patton.

Patton made the biggest gasp and bent down almost immediately! “Hi! Hi there! Well, aren’t you the cutest little morning surprise?” Patton cooed, placing the mug on the side before showering the puppy with lots of belly rubs.

“Morning Patton!” Roman greeted, taking the mug.

“Good morning Roman! And thanks for taking my mug! I got a little distracted…” Patton hinted with a little giggle.

Roman giggled too. “Well, I can see that!” Roman reacted.

Patton resumed his neverending cooing and started playing with the puppy too! The puppy was so playful! And he had such an adorable whimper! Who could say no to that adorable face?!

A couple hours later, and Roman had conjured up another puppy so the first one had a playmate. This one was a white pomeranian puppy with the softest, longest fur known to mankind! So, Roman let that little puppy go, and let the 2 puppies befriend each other! It didn’t take long for the 2 puppies to come barrelling over to Patton again.

“Hi there buddy boy! And AWWWW! POM POM PUPPY!” Patton squealed excitedly, jumping up and down and clapping his hands excitedly at the literal ball of fluff. Patton bent down and showered them both with pets, before laying down to give them even more. As soon as the loving human laid its belly down, the pom pom puppy hopped onto Patton’s belly and walked over to him!

As soon as the puppy reached the neck, the pomeranian started sniffing the neck and smelling inside Patton’s shirt collar. “Ahahahahaw! Whahat dohoho you smehehehell?” Patton asked, giggling at the tickly, wet nose. “Do you smell cookies? Do you smell my delicious cookies on my cooking shirt?” Patton cooed as he fluffed the fur.

Meanwhile, the golden retriever seemed to be smelling something too, because the retriever quickly started stuffing its nose inside Patton’s lower shirt and onto Patton’s belly.

“Eeeehehehehe! Thahahahat tihihihicklehes!” Patton giggled, attempting to keep himself still while the retriever puppy explored him. The puppy only explored for another couple minutes, before deciding to lean itself on Patton’s chest to get more belly rubs.

Roman turned those couple of puppies into 4 puppies! This time, the new breeds Roman chose were the Morkie pup, and a big puppy: a Saint Bernard! Roman waited for Patton to head upstairs, before letting the 2 new puppies go. After the puppies all reunited with each other And quickly became friends, they all ran around to find Patton and any other puppy lovers they sensed!

Adorably enough; the Morkie, the retriever and the Saint Bernard all want for Patton, while the pom pom went for Virgil’s room instead. It was a good thing it did, because Roman practically died from cuteness overload at the sight of Virgil holding a fluffy puppy!

A few more hours later, and Roman had summoned 3 more puppies! This time, Roman summoned a white bichon Frise puppy, a Retriever Collie mixed puppy, and a teacup yorkie puppy! With a big bag of treats in Roman’s hand, they all gathered around and waited for a treat each.

Roman, knowing what he was doing, sprinted towards Patton with the bag of treats and did a switcheroo.

“THINKFAST!” Roman shouted, quickly grabbing the container of cookies in his hand and pushed the bag of treats right into his chest. Patton, growing confused, slowed his walking and widened his eyes upon the sound of barking, quick dogs running towards him. Patton giggled and knelt down in front of them, and happily let them jump on him while he gave them treats.

“Aww! Free treats! All the free treats! I am going to spoil you guys with so many treats until you are big, chubby fluff boys!” Patton declared excitedly. Eager for more than just food, the Saint Bernard jumped into Patton’s lap and turned onto its back so it could beg for belly rubs. Patton giggled and cooed at the cute little reaction, and happily gave it some well-deserved belly rubs.

A good 2 hours later, and Roman was ready to pull a chaotic move on Patton. He had managed to summon 11 more dogs for Patton (making the total of puppies go up to 18) and had placed them onto the other side of a wooden gate Roman summoned previously. With all the puppies out of the way, Roman carefully blindfolded Patton, put him into position and placed a whole bunch of treats in his hoodie pocket, and all his pants pockets.

“Alright Patton. You ready?” Roman asked.

“For what?” Patton asked, still unsure of what was happening.

“For some more excitement in your life!” Roman replied.

Patton giggled and shook his head. “This entire day has been filled with excitement. Is it really possible to have more?” Patton asked.

Roman chuckled. “Well, it is now!” Roman replied.

“What did you put in my-”

Roman interrupted Patton’s question with a quick whistle. Quickly, Patton began hearing barking and skittering paw sounds against the wooden floor. Patton gasped and knelt down, believing the puppies might be near him. But there was no fluff anywhere to be felt! But he could hear the puppies’ excitement.

Suddenly, Roman pulled the blindfold off, and let the dogs go.

“PUPPIES! There’s more puppies! Look at-” Patton’s eager smile quickly turned into fear and surprise when he realized where the dogs were heading. They were heading towards him like a stampede of small, biting, fluffy puppies! “OH GOD! OHNO- TOO MANY PUPPIES! AAAAAAAAAAHHH!” Patton screamed, taking off sprinting as fast as he could from the stampede of puppies. Patton ran just about everywhere in the house! Up stairs, down hallways, through doors, even outside! But the puppies wouldn’t stop chasing him!

At one point, Patton had to sprint past an onlooker. “HI LOGAN! HEEEELP!” Patton shouted. Before Logan could say even a sound, a huge cloud dust of sprinting puppies came barrelling past the man. Logan froze in place, struggling to even comprehend what had just happened.

Eventually, Patton managed to run past Roman again! Patton, believing he might be a good security guard for him, Patton jumped right into Roman’s arms. “HELP ME! THEY WON’T LEAVE ME ALONE! WHY ARE THEY CHASING ME SO MUCH?! I DON’T GET IT!” Patton shouted, holding onto Roman’s shoulders tightly.

“Oh, that’s easy!” Roman replied. Patton looked at Roman, before suddenly feeling a couple fingers digging into his hips. Patton squealed and laughed, kicking his feet and squirming in Roman’s grip.

“ROHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT!” Patton laughed. But Roman didn’t stop! In fact, Roman actually had the audacity to lower him down towards the puppies! “WAHAHAIT! NOHO, DOHOHON’T DOHOHO THIHIS! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Patton begged, hitting his shoulders somewhat weakly.

“Shhhhh. Don’t question it. Just let the tranquility of these adorable dogs explore your pockets for endless dog treats.” Roman softly told him before laying Patton’s body onto the ground with a big smirk on his face.

“NO! ROMAN- MMPHmMmpHmPh!” Patton yelled, before his protests became all muffled from the puppy pile.

Roman giggled at the look of the chaos he had created. He was pretty proud of himself! And, if he placed them in the correct spot, Patton should start laughing...right aboooouuut…

“HAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHAIT, HEHEHEHEY! THAHAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!”

There it is!

“Awww! Is Patton having fun in his big ticklish puppy pile?” Roman teased.

“WHYHY DIHIHID YOHOHOU DOHOHOHO THIHIS TO MEHEHEHE?!” Patton yelled.

Roman bit his bottom lip as a huge toothy grin showed up on his lips. “Cause I knew you’d love it! Everybody needs to be puppy piled sometimes, Patton!” Roman replied confidently. Patton only continued to squeal and laugh loudly as he squirmed around and curled in from all the puppies.

Every movement that the puppies made, tickled Patton to bits. Any time the puppies ran all over him, the paws’ pressure tickled him. Anytime the puppies licked him, the tongues tickled him badly. Any time the puppies started digging their noses into the loose pockets, their digging noses tickled him silly. And when the puppies tried to reach the pants pockets in the back, the puppies would use their noses to dig under the sides! And of course, that tickled him greatly.

Then, Roman being the evil playful person he is, summoned another handful of treats and placed it into Patton’s socks. Roman pulled the ankle part of the sock out, and slipped some dog treats into the socks so they would go for his feet as well. Then, Roman summoned ANOTHER pile of treats and knelt down beside Patton. He gently gave a few of the puppies a push to the side, before lifting up Patton’s shirt and quickly scattering them all over Patton’s bare belly.

Then, Roman let the dogs do their thing.

“AAH! NO! GETAWAYFROMTHERE- AAAAAAAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHE!” Patton screamed further.

It didn’t take long at all, for the puppies to discover the big stash of treats under his belly. Quickly, the tiniest puppies in the group started digging their heads under the shirt, and started licking each and every treat off Patton’s belly.

“NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LEHEHEHEAVE MYHY BEHEHELLYHYHYHY ALOHOHOHOHONE!” Patton begged, squealing and holding his arms against his upper chest.

One of the puppies even licked his belly button! That got a snort out of the man!

“NOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! ROHOHOHOMAHAHAHAN! IHIHIHI’M GOHOHONNA FIHIHIHIHIGHT YOHOHOHOU AHAFTER THIHIHIHIHIS!” Patton yelled at him. Roman only giggled at Patton’s ‘threat’. As if he’ll have the energy to do that…

Next up, a few of the puppies started navigating their way over to Patton’s socks, and started sniffing and gnawing at the socks. Patton let out a surprised guffaw and struggled to keep his feet still! He didn’t wanna accidentally kick the puppies while they were exploring!

“NAHAHAHAT MYHYHYHY FEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHET! GEHEHEHEHET AHAHAWAHAHAHAHAHAHAY!” Patton squealed helplessly, squeezing his eyes shut before attempting to curl into the fetal position.

“Does someone have tickwish feetsies? Does Patty have tickwish feetsie-weetsies?” Roman teased, wanting to be all teasy and playful towards the father.

“YHEHEHEHEHES! IHIHIHIHIT’S TOHOHOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHUHUHUCH!” Patton shouted at him.

“It can’t be that bad, I’m sure. You seem to be enjoying it a lot! You haven’t been fighting the puppies at all!” Roman told him.

“THEHEHEHEY’RE SMAHAHAHALL! IHIHIHI DOHOHOHON’T WAHAHAHANNA HUHUHUHURT THEHEHEM!” Patton yelled back.

“You’re such an adorable dad! They’re tickling you so much, and you’re not even trying to push them away too much!” Roman cooed, giving Patton’s neck a little tickle. Patton snorted and giggled before scrunching his shoulders in pure glee.

“So this is what’s going on?” someone clarified to them.

Roman looked up, and smiled upon seeing the face: It was Logan.

“Yup! Patton is the ultimate puppy pile person!” Roman declared.

Logan smiled at the silly nickname, and walked closer to Patton. “You okay in there?” Logan asked.

“IHIHIHIHIT’S SOHOHOHOHO TIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHISH!” Patton shouted back.

Logan chuckled. “Sounds like a fun time.” Logan replied.

“Do you wanna go next?” Roman asked, sensing some playfulness in Logan’s reaction.

Logan tsked and narrowed his eyes. “You know, I think I’m good.” Logan replied rather quickly.

Roman laughed at his reply and resumed looking at Patton’s puppy pile. After a couple more minutes of tickling, Roman saved the father from all the puppies. He picked up Patton, and placed him onto his light blue bed.

“That was absolutely adorable, and 110% worth it.” Roman told him.

Patton was still utterly exhausted from being tickled for around 20 minutes. So, his reply was slow. “That….was...*huff*...fun...very fun…” Patton replied.

“Aww!!!! So you admit that you enjoyed that?” Roman asked.

Patton had a big, contagious smile on his face from the tickling, and was giggling like the world was going to end. He nodded his head in reply, with starry eyes still filling his eyes.

“So tell me: how would you feel about guinea pigs or hamsters crawling around all over you?” Roman asked evilly.

...Let’s just say...Roman 100% deserved getting dog slobber and leftover dog treats smacked into his face...

#ticklefic #tooth-rotting fluff #puppies!#adorable patton #lee!patton #ler!puppies #ler!roman

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