#ALSO I;M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE I WAS BUSY EARLIER!!!

[kimetsu-chan]

~can’t sleep headcanons~

A/N: I’ve been sleeping crappy the past three nights and tn I extra doubly can’t sleep, so ofc I’m writing this at 4 am 🤩 (I apologize in advance for any mistakes made—)

Characters: Akutagawa, Fyodor, Dazai, Ranpo

TWs ⚠️ reader cries, bc I cried(Fyodor, Dazai), Nicknames (Myshka)(Fyodor) (Belladonna, Donna)(Dazai), GN!Reader

Man, being tired is rough—

Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

Akutagawa most likely wouldn’t notice right away

whether that be because he is asleep, out of the house, or just busy in general

but he would come home one day to you laying face down on your shared bed, spread out like a star fish

he’d raise an eyebrow at you before checking if you were awake

once he confirmed that you were, he would question why you were up so late

and in your tired state, you would unintentionally retort back with unusual hostility in your tone

“[Name], why is it that you are awake at two in the morning.”

“Why are you just coming home from work at two in the morning.”

His mouth would instantly shut, not used to your annoyance

you would almost immediately apologize with a distraught expression on your face and he would immediately understand

seeing the reason for your stress, he quickly dismissed your earlier words

he would be quick in showering himself before slipping into bed with you and wrapping his arms around you

he didn’t really like physically affection often, he had a tough guy facade to hold up. But he guessed he could make an exception for you

Fyodor Dostoevsky

This man doesn’t sleep much either, so he doesn’t bother scolding you for it

he is likely the only one to actually be helpful about it

he would be working away at his desk in your guys’ room, and he would hear the rustling of sheets behind him

he would turn in his chair to look back at you with a blank expression

Fyodor had heard your struggles to sleep during previous nights, but tonight, you finally seemed to have had enough

he got up when he heard you angrily adjust your pillow, and made his way to the bedside before crouching down beside you

he saw the angry expression you bore on your face and blew on your face to wake you up

your teary eyes opened to glare at him and he realized just how frustrated you were

he reached out to wipe those tears before they could fall as he spoke in a quiet voice

”Now, now, Myshka, what’s with the tears?”

“‘m s’tired… but I can’t sleep no matter how hard I try-!”

Fyodor would hum in understanding, you were just exhausted

he stood back up all the way and figured he had some time to spare

he pulled you up and made his way to the kitchen with you tiredly clinging to his arm

”Let’s have a glass of milk, that should help.”

Dazai Osamu

He’s probably dead asleep beside you, and therefore won’t be of much help

there is also a good chance that he is the reason for your lack of sleep

this man will be sprawled all over you. And I mean all over you

he would have one leg thrown over yours, he would have his arm(s) wrapped around you in some way

he just has to be touching you

he also moves around a lot

which you normally don’t mind, but adding that to already not being able to sleep, geez you were frustrated

dont get me wrong, he is perfectly capable of being still and to himself in his sleep

he just doesn’t want to-

he can’t help wanting to be in constant contact with his precious Belladonna all night

but when you nudge him awake with tears ready to fall from your eyes, he instantly throws his wants out the window

he’d frown and wipe your tears away before asking what was wrong

“Oh ‘Donna— why are you crying?”

“I can’t- sleep, and you’re movin’ around s’much and it’s not helping..”

You didn’t mean to make it sound like it was his fault (even though it kinda was-)

but I’m your exhausted state, you couldn’t control it

instantly filled him as he pressed a kiss to your forehead

“I’m sorry ‘Donna… I’ll be still, I promise”

Ranpo Edogawa

Just like Dazai, he is likely the reason you cannot sleep in the first place

I headcanon that he is also a super restless sleeper in the sense that he moves a whole bunch

and maybe even kicks

so imagine you’re tired, and almost falling off the bed because he is taking all the space

deciding that you had enough, you grabbed your pillow and a spare blanket and trudged over towards the couch before plopping your tired self right down on it

you closed your eyes with a huff when you tucked yourself in, and began to drift off when you felt a weight on you

you opened your eyes to see Ranpo looking down at you

there was concern in his eyes, despite the unserious-ness of his statement

”[Name]? Why’d you leave? The world’s best detective needs his cuddle buddy.”

You quickly explained the reason of his absence and he nodded

you waited for a few seconds for him to leave, but he just stayed on top of you and made himself comfortable

“I guess I’ll just sleep on top of you then!”

His weight was actually kinda nice, and he was making an effort to be as still as possible

you eventually were pulled to sleep with the sound of your lover’s soft breathing in your ears

A/N: these were fun to write 🥰

but they took an hour—

n e ways

it is now almost five in the morning so I might as well just be up front wh rest of the day 😃

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[bloatedandalone04]

You Made it Shine

➪the one where you’ve been feeling a bit lonely, and leon intends on making it up to you.

Warnings: first time daddy kink writer - be gentle, age gap, 18+, daddy kink obvi, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (leon just really wants to knock you up), breeding kink, swearing, scratching, biting, hair pulling, choking, y’all are f r e a k y

Word Count: 4.3k

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Some trash reality TV show played in the background while you flipped to another page in your textbook. You had been given a fucking stupid amount of homework to do by next Monday, and you were beginning to feel stressed out about it all. 

It didn’t help that you missed your boyfriend, either. 

Leon had been very busy lately, and you only really saw him when he got in bed with you after eleven PM. 

While you didn’t know much about what he did for work, you knew it required him to be gone a lot and he had to dedicate most of his time to it. 

You huff quietly as you scribble out a word you misspelt before trying again, glancing over at your phone when it went off from its place on the floor beside you. 

Daddy 💖: Gonna be another late night, I think. I’m sorry, baby, I know you wanted to watch that new movie. I promise we’ll get to it soon. Be home in a few hours ❤️

You huff again and quickly type out a message before tossing your phone aside, knowing damn well how childish you are acting, but also not caring at all. 

I’m bored, Leon. I miss you. Let me know when you have time for me. 

As you started to read over the notes you took during your lecture earlier today, your phone went off again within seconds of you sending that last text. 

Daddy 💖: Don’t be like that, princess, I’m feeling bad enough as it is. I’ll be home soon and then we can figure out a time that works for both of us. Only a few more weeks then I’ll get to use some of my unpaid days off, and I’ll be spending every one with you. 

You bite your lip and decide not to answer, already feeling a bit bad for how you acted in your previous message to him. 

Leon worked very hard and put in more hours than most people, and you knew he got into that kind of work early on in his life. He didn’t tell you really anything about his job, but you knew he started when he was twenty one and had been in the same field ever since, now at the age of thirty three. 

You were only twenty two, and you seriously couldn’t imagine putting yourself through half the things he did, so you had to appreciate his dedication, even if just a little bit. 

After reading for a while, you ventured off to yours and Leon’s shared room and changed into a lacy, black two piece pyjama set so you could be a bit more comfortable while you studied. 

You ate a few pieces of strawberries you had cut up for lunch earlier as you skimmed through your notes, the time passing by quicker than you thought it would. 

Before long the front door was swinging open and slamming shut, and the sound of heavy footsteps were heard approaching the living room. “Baby,” Leon rasped as he stood in the doorway. 

You look up at him from your spot on the carpet, your books and pages scattered around you. “Hi,”

Leon shrugged off his jacket and tossed it onto the armchair next to the door before he was slowly crouching down and meeting your eye level. “Hi,” he said back. His eyes raked over the mess of papers and the tired look on your face, his heart aching a bit at how neglected you looked. “I was worried about you.”

You leaned into his touch when he reached over and ran his knuckles along the curve of your jaw. “Why?”

“You didn’t answer my text,” he stated as his gaze dipped down to your lips. 

Shrugging, you look back at your book. “I felt bad for how I acted,”

“For how you acted?” Leon laughed quietly and moved so he is kneeling next to you. “Baby, I’m the one who cancelled our plans, again. I’m the one who feels bad.” 

You tilt your head when his chin comes to rest on your shoulder. “It’s alright,” you murmured as you felt his lips softly brush the skin behind your ear. “Work comes first. I know that.”

“Not when it comes to you,” he corrected as he moved to pull you onto his lap right there on the living room floor. “You should know that, instead.”

You were finding it hard to focus with his body pressed right up against your back, and his hands running up and down the skin of your thighs, but you played it up as if his actions didn’t faze you. 

Until he leaned in and pressed his lips to the side of your neck, moving upwards to whisper, “You look so pretty, baby,” and you just could not stop the shiver that ran through your body. “Did you wear this for me?” 

You were helpless as you nodded, glancing over at the time on your phone and seeing that Leon had only been at work for another hour before getting home, and not a few like he said. “Did you rush home for me?”

“Everything I do is for you,” he reminded you as he trailed his mouth along your shoulder blade. “Everyday, you’re on my mind, baby.”

You bite your lip as you turn your head so you can look into his annoyingly pretty eyes. Pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, you close your eyes as you lean back against him. “I missed you, daddy,”

Leon groaned and pressed a proper kiss to your mouth, slipping his hands under your shirt as he murmured, “I missed you, too, princess. Fuck, did I ever,”

You turn fully so you’re straddling his lap and grip his shoulders with your fingers. “Touch me,” you nearly begged, missing the feeling of his hands on your body after going without it for nearly two straight weeks. “Please.”

Leon cooed at your pout, reaching up to pull at your bottom lip with his thumb. “My sweet girl,” he said, more so to himself. “I haven’t been taking very good care of you, have I?”

You shook your head and pressed your knees into the carpet on either side of his hips. “No, you always take good care of me,” you promised, tangling your hands in his hair. “I just miss you.”

He nodded and placed a noisy kiss on your lips. “I’m right here, baby,” he swore as his hands drifted lower, taking the lace of your panties between his fingers and pulling it down with him. “I’ll take care of you, like I always do.” He said against your mouth as he gently lifted you up and placed you down so your back is against the papers that were scattered all over the carpet. 

They crinkle under you, but you don’t care as he pulls the lace from your body and immediately replaces it with his lips. You sigh and jolt a bit as you reach down to grip his head with one hand. “Daddy,”

Leon grunted against your core and the vibrations had you bucking up against him. “That’s right, baby,” he muttered, running the tips of his fingers along your wet folds. “You needed your daddy, huh?”

“Always,” you answer, spreading your thighs a bit more as he further delved into you. “I always need you, Leon.” 

He hummed against your clit. “I need you, too,” he promised, wrapping his free arm around your thigh and pulling your body closer to his greedy mouth. “Every single fucking day I need you. You’ve made me so damn pathetic, princess.”

You moaned and arched your back a bit, further scrunching up the notes you took. “You’re so good to me, daddy,” you nearly whisper. “That doesn’t make you pathetic. It’s so attractive, you don’t even know how hot you are.”

Leon smiled up at you in appreciation. “I bet you don’t realize how hot you are, either, sweet girl,” he says. “And you taste so fucking good, I could stay down here forever.”

It was a sight that was nearly too hot to handle. Leon hadn’t even been home for five minutes before he was going down on you, still wearing his work clothes, which consisted of black jeans, a black shirt that fit him so well and showed off his toned chest, and boots. 

You always thought he looked too hot to be going to work, but then you realized that he simply looked too hot all the time. How you managed to get him all to yourself, you’d never know, but he is somehow completely obsessed with you in every possible way. 

“That’s fine with me,” you murmur, running your fingers through his hair and looking down at him. “I’m always so wet for you.”

Leon groaned loudly and began to fuck his fingers into your greedy core. “I know, sweet girl,” he mumbled, coating his fingers in your wetness with every thrust of his hand. “You’re so sensitive. I can just look at you and you’d get wet for me.”

“I can’t help it,” you say quietly. “You’re so hot, daddy.”

“I’m not teasing you, baby,” he promised, kissing your inner thigh as he continued to move his fingers in and out of you. “Not at all. I love how much you need me and how much I turn you on. It’s the same way for me. You make me so hard, it’s painful sometimes.”

You gasp out a laugh that quickly turns into a moan when he curls his fingers in order to be able to reach your sweet spot. “Daddy,” you whined, bucking your hips up as best as you could against his firm hold. “Please.”

“I know, princess,” he hummed, fucking his fingers hard into you and loving the way your face scrunched up at the pleasure. “I know. You just need your daddy to make you come, huh?” 

“Please,” you say again, reaching down to grip his hand in yours. His other picked up the pace and his thumb brushed against your clit with every thrust. “Please.”

Leon kissed all along your thighs, never taking his eyes off your face. “I love it when you beg, baby,” he says. “But you don’t need to right now. I’m gonna get you off so good, I promise.”

“Leon,” you nearly yelled as his mouth returned to your clit. He sucked on it harshly and felt as your thighs shook a bit.  He moved down when he felt your release coat his fingers, and delved his tongue within your walls to taste you. 

“Good girl. Good fucking girl,” he praised, sliding his sopping fingers out of you and licking them clean. “You taste so good, baby. So sweet.”

You whine and pull him down on top of you. “Please, daddy,” you begged, kissing him deeply as he settled between your thighs. “I need you. Want you to fuck me so badly.” 

He tsked, bracing himself by his forearms on either side of your head. Next to where your hair is sprawled out was a sheet from the lecture you had earlier, and Leon grinned at the small amount of drool that left your lips and landed on the paper. It smudged your name and made the ink bleed a bit, but you didn’t care at all. “Look at you,” he groaned, licking up the line of salvia from your mouth to your jaw. “My smart girl, all hot and bothered for me. You want me to fuck you stupid, huh?”

“Yes,” came your instant reply. 

The sight of you was something that couldn’t even be found on the internet. You were so pure and so rare, and all his. 

You were too smart for your own good, yet he could easily get you all dumb for him and his dick. He can easily get you desperate for him. 

“Wait,” he requested, grinding against you when you whined at the word. Your whole body shook as his jeans brushed against your wet and sensitive core, and it was almost enough to have you push him away. “See? You’re not ready to get off again. Not yet.” 

He leaned in to kiss all over your collarbones and shoulders, one hand reaching down to push up your flimsy top. Your breasts spill free from the thin fabric and he moves further down in order to wrap his lips around your nipple. 

“I’ll get you ready,” he promised as he swirled his tongue around the taunt peak, his fingers moving to pinch and pull at your neglected one. “Get you all nice and ready for daddy’s dick.” 

“Mm, fuck,” you whined, raking your fingers through his hair and pulling on the light strands. “Leon…Fuck, I love you.”

He grunted against your nipple, pulling away and leaving a strand of salvia behind.  “I love you so much more, baby. My pretty girl,” he leaned back on his knees, draping your thighs over his as he slowly rocked his hips into yours. You looked so fucked out already, with your tits on full display, your thighs coated in your own release, and your lips swollen and wet. Leon had never seen a prettier sight. 

The front of his jeans quickly began to sport a damp spot from the way he rubbed against your dripping core, and he never wanted to wash them. He could live happily forever while just being covered in your sweet scent. 

You whimpered as you played with your nipples, the slow grind of his hips beginning to work you up again. Your quiet gasps and moans were music to his ears, and Leon was prepared to take tomorrow off just so he can spend the whole day eliciting more sounds from you.

The cool metal of his zipper against your heated clit had your eyes rolling back, your chest lifting up and causing your notes to become wrinkled under you. “Daddy,” you whispered, grinding up against him. He stilled his hips and let you rub against him, his eyes following the lift and drag of your core against his painfully hard dick through his jeans. 

“There you go,” he rasped, gripping your waist and giving you a sharp thrust. You moan loudly, bucking against him desperately. “You sound so sweet, baby. So good for me.” 

“Please,” you whisper. 

He pulls away and watches as your core drips with arousal, sliding down your folds and wetting your anatomy notes without a care in the world. He wanted to lick it up so badly, but refrained from doing so when he felt your gentle tugs on his shirt. 

Leon reached behind him and pulled off the tight fabric from his chest, tossing it aside to join your damp panties. 

You bite your lip and sit up, pulling off your own shirt and throwing it to the side as well. The sound of pages crumpling fills the room as you move to copy his knelt stance, your body much smaller than his and making you have to tilt your head to be able to look up at him. 

Leon reaches down and grazes your cheek with his knuckles. “What do you want, baby?”

You hum, kissing his wrist before moving up to kiss his lips. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as he deepens the kiss, his hands sliding up to tangle in your hair as his tongue explore your strawberry tasting mouth. “I wanna make you feel good, daddy,” you murmur when you pull away. 

Placing open mouthed kisses down his chest, you pause at the waistband of his jeans. You glance up at him as your fingers make work of unzipping them after pulling his belt off. 

“Let me go down on you, daddy,” you offered, pushing down his black boxer briefs and freeing him. “Let me suck you off.”

Leon groaned and tightened his grip on your hair. “You don’t have to ask, princess,” he reminded you. “You know I won’t ever pass up one of your blowjobs.” 

You grinned, gripping him tightly. “I know,” you say before wrapping your lips around him. Starting off with his tip, you run your tongue along his head before slowly taking more of him. You hollow your cheeks and take him until your nose is pressed to his pelvis bone and he is hitting the back of your throat. 

You move so you’re lying flat on your front, your hips pressed to the floor and your juices still dripping onto your homework pages. 

Leon groaned loudly, gathering your hair into a ponytail as you began to suck him off. “God, baby, you’re going to need to ask for a new page for your homework assignment,” he announced. “You’re soaking the one you have now.”

You moan around him, your eyes nearly rolling back when you feel your clit throb at his words. You clench helplessly around nothing at all, your walls pulsating with every sound that leaves his sinful lips. 

“It’s all for you,” you tell him, stroking his wet shaft with your hand as you lean forward to kiss along his abs. His body was insane and you were sure you could spend the rest of your life exploring it and never get bored of the way it felt against your hands. 

He worked out so often, his body had no choice but to tighten up in all the right places. “I know it is, sweet girl,” he mumbled. “All mine, aren’t you? Mine to take whenever I want.”

You moan embarrassingly loud at his possessive words, feeling more wetness drip from your folds. “I’m so wet, daddy,” you gasp, licking his tip once more. “I missed you so much.”

“I know, baby,” he cooed, tugging on your lip with the thumb of his freehand. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around much. I missed you, too. You need me to fuck you now, sweet girl?”

You hum, pulling off him again and stroking him with both hands. “I need it so badly,” 

Leon hummed in agreement. “Lay back, princess,” he instructed quietly. You oblige right away, sitting up only to lay on your back a few seconds later. 

“Are you going to breed me, daddy? Get me all knocked up?” You tease, knowing how badly he wanted to see you round with his baby. Being with you had unlocked so many kinks, Leon hadn’t even heard of some of them, but he knew he definitely had them. 

Leon cursed under his breath as he pulled his jeans off completely and threw them to the side. “I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he promised, staying in his knelt position and grabbing your thighs. He spread your legs and exposed your awaiting core, all ready and his for the taking. “Show all those college boys how badly you wanted me to knock you up.” 

You moan loudly, propping yourself up on your elbows so you can watch him coat his salvia covered dick in your wetness before easily sliding in you. Your head falls back and your chest pushes up, your nipples hard and straining against the cool air in the room. “Fuck,”

“That’s my girl,” he grunted once he was fully buried in you. “So fucking tight.” 

“Daddy,” you whine, watching as he began to slowly fuck into you. “You stretch me so good.”

Leon grunted in reply. “You were made for me, princess,” he says, draping your thighs over his again and rocking his hips into yours. “Mine from the very beginning.”

“Fuck, Leon,” you moan, the slick sound of your walls taking every inch of him filling the room. “I need you, daddy. Please.”

“How do you need it, baby?” He asked, running his hands up and down your thighs. 

“Hard,” you answer, and that was all he needed. He gripped your waist tightly and began fucking into you fast and steady, making your whole body jolt and shake with each thrust. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.” 

Your head falls back and you lay down again, reaching down to grab onto his wrists. “Like this?” He mocked under his breath, eyeing the way your tits bounced with every move he made. 

“Yes,” you moan. “Fuck yes, daddy, just like that.” 

“Good girl,” he praised, adoring how responsive you always are to him. “I’ll fuck you nice and hard, like you deserve.”

You whimper and he reaches one hand up to fondle one of your breasts, his thumb and index finger pinching your already hard nipple. Your whole body shakes a bit as he uses his other thumb to rub harsh circles onto your clit. 

It was probably too much too fast, but he knew you could take it. 

You were his sweet, cock-hungry girl, of course you could take it. 

Squeezing your eyes shut, you lay back and push away various papers, not caring about their well-being at all as you shove them away from you. 

You should have more self control. You should be studying right now and watching your dumb reality TV show, but here you are instead, splayed out and taking him so well like you always did. 

You couldn’t help it. Leon was so effortlessly attractive and he got you going without even trying. 

You missed this physical contact with him for weeks, and you weren’t about to pass up the opportunity to get off with him. 

“Feel good, baby?” He asked, drilling into you without showing any signs of stopping. “Feel full?”

“Yes,” you respond not even a second later.  “Feels so good, Leon.”

He grunted, removing his hand from your chest and sliding it upwards until his fingers were gently pressing against the base of your throat. 

At the slight blocking of your airway, your eyes light up and you grin at him. “Yes,” you moan again, wrapping your nimble fingers around his wrist. 

Leon stared down at the sight below him, his lips parting a bit as he groaned loudly. “My dirty girl, huh? Letting me do whatever I want to you. Letting me fuck you raw,” he mutters, more so to himself. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you want me to knock you up.”

You moan in response, clenching tightly around him. “Leon,”

“Yeah,” he huffed, tightening his fingers around your throat. “You want me to fuck a baby into you, don’t you? Get you all nice and pregnant?”

You both knew that he wanted that, and you did, too, but later down the road. Maybe after you graduate college. 

Leon understood that and is more than supportive of it, so he settled on fantasizing about it instead.

It was just so hard to not imagine a future where you and he start a family of your own. He couldn’t wait. 

“I want it, daddy,” you whimper, feeding into his kink. “Wanna make you feel good.”

“You do make me feel good, sweet girl,” he murmured, gripping your hips in both hands as he fucked into you hard. “You make me feel so good, wrapped around me so tightly, taking me like the good girl you are. You’re so good to me, baby.”

Your eyes roll back as you blindly reach for him. Pulling him down on top of you, your legs wrap around his waist when he moves so he’s hovering over you. 

Raking your nails down his back, you hear him inhale sharply next to your ear. “There you go,” he muttered. “Scratch me up, princess. I want it.”

You oblige and dig your nails a little deeper, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave angry red trails indented on his back. “Leon,” you gasp as you clamp down tightly around him. “Please, make me come again. I need it.”

“Come, baby,” he requested. “All over me. I want you to make it so fucking messy.”

He leaned down and gently sunk his teeth into the skin of your shoulder. His tongue soothed the small sting and your body pulsated a bit as you felt your second orgasm rip through you. “Fuck, Leon, fuck fuck,”

Your walls sucked him in impossibly deeper and each thrust of his hips was noisier than the last. The faint squelch was barely heard over your loud cries as you came harder than before, your nails digging into his shoulders. 

“Fuck yeah,” he grunted as he felt your warmth flood around him. “Good girl.”

His words set butterflies loose in your body and you cling onto him with every ounce of energy you have left. “Daddy,” you whispered, your core begging for a break but also begging for him to fill you up. “Come, please…inside me.”

Leon lets out a throaty groan as he fucked into you a few more times before stilling. He comes deep within your soaked walls, painting your core white as he fills you up to the brim. “Fuck, baby,” he rasps, pulling out slightly then slipping back inside you again.

He wanted to make sure his seed reached as deep as it could go in you, even if there was no way you could actually get pregnant right now since you’re on the pill. 

You whine a bit when he pulls out completely, replacing his dick with his fingers as he pushes his come back inside you. “Where it belongs,” he mumbles as he leans down to press a kiss to your abused core. 

You shudder a bit as he moves back up your body and wraps you in his arms. Relaxing against his chest, you let out uneven breaths as you feel his seed run down your folds and seep into your lecture notes. “Thank you,” you whisper, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw. “I really did miss you so much, Leon.”

He kisses your forehead and tightens his hold on you a bit. “I missed you, too, sweet girl,” he replied, knowing both you and he would probably wake up tomorrow with rug burn marks on your bodies. “I’m sorry for not being here very much. I promise it’ll only be a couple more weeks and then I’ll be given a break.”

“It’s okay,” you smile, giving him another kiss. “You made up for it tonight.”

-

Kind of don’t like this at all, so be gentle and lie to me if you hate it, too x

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⋆୨୧ ₊ﾟ mornings with him ⊹ɞ ↴

⤷ wriothesley x gn! reader

wc: 634

a/n: just a little scenario i thought of while trying to fall asleep! i'm like pretty sure this might be ooc but I can't help but imagine this after seeing the 4.1 trailer!

It’s early in the morning and you’re still dozing off in bed, the warm feeling the comforter provided and the pillows and the bed beneath you felt so soft and comfortable, the white noise that the ac provided, it all felt nice, especially when you’re engulfed in Wriothesley’s embrace.

As much as your lovely boyfriend would love to have a late and lazy morning with you, he really can’t. He needs to be at the Fortress of Meropide early in the morning. Apparently today ought to be busier than most (not like the other days weren’t). 

Wriothesley wasn’t in the best of moods, it’s not everyday he gets to spend most mornings with you and every time he thinks he can finally get to do so, it gets stripped away before him. He already has to leave early mornings but he despises it even more when he has to go much earlier, so he couldn’t really help but to get in a foul mood.

He didn’t think it could get any more worse than having to get up early, yet he was in for quite a ride. First, it seems like the shower is much more cold than usual just to spite him, the coffee maker in your shared apartment wouldn’t work properly, he can’t figure out where he placed his other pair of fingerless gloves, there was a small tear in his cape, his hair would not cooperate,  and for some reason he couldn’t tie his damned tie.

He sits down on the bed, a scowl visible on his features and he lets out a frustrated sigh as he undoes his tie for what seemed like the millionth time. And like magic you suddenly woke from your comfortable sleep, like you sensed his frustration or something.

You rub your eyes in an attempt to eliminate your drowsiness, you look out the window before looking back at your boyfriend who’s back is facing you.  You crawl out of bed and make your way to stand in front of him. You greet him in a soft tone, “Hi there darling.. Want some help hmm?”

He looks up at you and a small smile grazes his face, “ ‘m sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up love, but that would be really nice to get a hand..”

You kiss his forehead before fixing his collar and you do his tie. While you’re doing his tie he can’t help but admire the way you look, you look so ethereal even though it’s early in the morning, he also can’t help but think that  the way your morning voice sounds is so hot. He’s too busy admiring the beauty in front of him he hasn’t noticed you’re done, until you kiss him once more. 

“There you go darling, all done” you say as you fix his top and you smile at him.

He takes both of your hands in his own and he kisses it, “Thank you so much love..”

You steal another kiss from him before saying, “It’s no biggie, need help with anything else?”

“No no it’s fine love I can handle myself”

“Hmm you also said that last night and look who’s frustrated just a few minutes ago, so lemme come and help, I don’t leave for work until later today anyways.”

He felt so lucky to have someone like you, your mere presence alone calms him down. He stands up and he holds your hand and you help him with the things he stressed on about.

Later that day he bought flowers and had them delivered to your workplace and it has a note which read: Thank you for today, yesterday, and every other day that was and will come.I love you darling.

He’s down bad for you just as you are for him!

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[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Don't cha wanna dance?

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 30/31

Prompt: New year's resolutions

Rated: T

CW: Vague boner references again

Tags: No UD AU; dancer Steve Harrington; good neighbor Eddie Munson; Flirting; Sexual tension

Notes: Continued from day 22. This is for @sourw0lfs and @wormdebut specifically, who very gently bullied talked me into writing more dancer!Steve. 🩰

Eddie has never understood new year's resolutions. He believes that, if he wanted to change something about himself, he could do it any time. Like quit smoking. Or stop biting his nails. Or be less of a goddamn push-over. 

Okay, so maybe the latter is something he should really, really work on, ‘cause it's gotten him into a whole shitload of unfortunate situations lately. As if chauffeuring Max to her stupid ballet classes wasn't enough. Now he's also helping out at the dancing school’s annual Christmas recital, because he's just such a nice guy, apparently.

While he tries to arrange the lopsided folding chairs into something resembling a neat line, he struggles to remember when he agreed to this shit. For the life of him, he can't recall. His brain was probably flat-lining when Max asked him, as it tends to do around a certain very hot dance teacher and his muscles and his tights and-

“Looking good!” 

He whips his head up. Steve is standing a few paces away. The tights are a pale pink today. Jesus Christ. 

“You too,” Eddie blurts. Steve's eyebrow arches and shit, he wasn't talking about Eddie, was he? “I mean, thanks, I … ow, son of a-”

“Oh, shit!” Steve is next to him in an instant, freeing his hand from the maws of the folding chair. Eddie swears, sucks his throbbing thumb into his mouth. “Sorry, these things are ancient. You need an ice pack? I've got some-” 

“‘m good,” Eddie says. Tries to go for suave. Fails because he's still got his own thumb up his mouth like a fucking two-year-old. “Had worse.” 

Steve’s face is a mask of doubt, but he doesn’t say anything. 

“Anyhow,” he smiles instead, putting the offending chair in line with the rest. “I just wanted to say thanks again. You're probably busy enough around the holidays, but Max insisted you'd be happy to help.” 

“I'm not,” Eddie says. Pauses. Grabs a strand of hair to hide behind. “Busy, I mean. I am happy to help, so … don't sweat it, or whatever.” 

A heartbeat passes in awkward silence. 

“So, what's with the, um …” Eddie says. Watches how Steve tilts his head at him, hair swooshing with the motion. Briefly considers stuffing his thumb back in his mouth to shut himself up. “... with the y’know. The getup.” 

Something flashes across Steve’s face, something dangerously akin to hurt. 

“What?” he asks, doing a hesitant three-sixty. “Something wrong with it?” 

Screw the thumb, Eddie thinks. He needs to find a way to fit his entire hand in there. And Steve, for what it’s worth, needs to stop twirling, or they're about to have a massive fucking problem.

“It’s fine!” he says. Maybe a bit too fast, because he thinks Steve’s mouth curls into a smug smile. “I just mean, um … you’re not … dancing today, are you?” 

Is he? Oh dear God, please no. The place is gonna be swarming with proud parents and relatives, Eddie is not ready for the inevitable consequences of Steve in his pink tights on that stage. Not in the skinny jeans he had to wear today, stupid fucking moron that he is. 

“Huh? No, tonight is all about the girls,” Steve says. Eddie is so busy sighing in relief and nodding that he doesn’t catch the next words.

“Sorry, what?” 

“That other recital I was talking about earlier? You coming to that, too?” Steve repeats, and fuck, what other recital? Eddie really needs to work on his listening skills. If he actually listened instead of staring at the guy like a catatonic caveman every so often, he might be able to maintain a halfway intelligent conversation. 

He’d also probably know why Steve is suddenly coming closer. Eddie tries to take a frantic step backwards and almost crashes into the folding chairs. 

“Oh, erm …,” he stammers. “When was it again?” 

Stever reaches up to run a hand through his hair, boyish and bashful. 

“Um, New Year's Eve,” he says apologetically. “I totally understand if you already have plans, it's just… There's a little get-together after the show, too, with drinks and snacks, and I thought-”

“Sure, I'll be there,” Eddie says. 

See, what did he say? Total push-over. 

The thing is, with the way Steve’s eyes light up, he can't really find it in himself to regret it. 

*

“Ew, what happened to your finger?” Max looks about as disgusted as she sounds. Which is probably fair, because Eddie’s thumb has turned a vibrant purple. 

“These little babies did,” Eddie gestures offhandedly at the chairs they're stacking against the wall. “So be careful.” 

“Were you staring at Steve again?” 

“Fuck off, I wasn't.” 

She pushes the hair that has come loose from its bun out of her eyes so she can give him a deadpan stare. Eddie glowers right back. 

“And even if I was, what's it to you? You can be glad I keep showing up to these gigs. Today, on New Year's Eve, it's really getting-” 

“What are you on about?” Her entire face scrunches up in confusion. “There's no recital on-” 

“Oh no?” Eddie pulls the flier Steve gave him from his pocket and pushes it into her chest. “Then what's this?” 

“That's not our school, dumbass. Check the address.” 

She studies it for a second.

“Huh? What d'you…?” Eddie is already squinting at the letters again. Sure enough, the address doesn't match the one he's been driving Max to. Instead, it's somewhere downtown. “What?” 

“That's the studio Steve goes to,” Max has already returned to stacking chairs. “Super fancy place. He used to be a pro, y’know? Before he tore that muscle?” 

When Eddie doesn’t reply, she tugs the flier from his limp fingers, folds it neatly and puts it into his jacket pocket. 

“Happy new year, doofus. Better wear bulky pants.” 

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[ana-lmao]

Coded Shift (Chapter 2)

Sorry for being absent!! Have been busy!! Warnings: Swearing, code, g/t ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ -Oh my god Thats what Charlie heard before opening his eyes, he seemed... Normal? Not taller or shorter... but.. why was Phil staring at him like that? Phil backed away a bit, a worried look was on his face, Charlie's code got worse, It was covering more then half his body, a single horn coming out of his head which was also black and green with numbers floating, He had a tail, shaped like what he would assume is a demon tail and claws.

-Charlie... -He said quietly, slowly approaching him. -W-What? -We need to talk. You're getting corrupted too much... -Corrupted? Don't be silly! Nothings wrong! -His tail sways without him noticing.

-Charlie that's not Juanaflippa! -He shouted. -What..? What do you mean? -It's a code Charlie! A Code! You need to stay away from it! Look at you!

Charlie looked at him confused, then angrily shouted: -SH3'S R34L!!!! Another glitch effect happened. -W-What the fuck?! -Phil was now looking up at Charlie, backing away.

*Philza is Bleeding, Philza was slain by Slimecicle* [Cellbit]: ??? [Cellbit]: Phil??? *Philza was slain by Sl1m3c1cl3* [Tubbo]: L [Tubbo]: L [Tubbo]: L

[+]El Mariana *Philza was slain by Sl1m3c1cl3* [Tubbo]: L [Tubbo]: O h [Tubbo]: Dam Phil what did you do [Cellbit]: Phil Coords [Roier]: Why's his name like that [Tubbo]: Why is he special [Phil]: egxilr [Cellbit]: Eggxile? *Philza was slain by Sl1m3c1cl3* [Philza]: ys [ElMariana]: Qué? [Roier]: Late to the party Mariana [ElMariana]: Cállate hijo de puta Cellbit hesitantly warps to EGGXILE, Him and Phil were just here a few hours ago and the place already looked so much worse. It was silent... too silent... -Phil?.. -He mumbled, before being surrounded by darkness, flickering 0's and 1's, he felt.. that the darkness was moving?.. He tried to get his sword out before he was in a random room surrounded by dirt and a few code blocks. -Cellbit!!! -He heard a scream from behind, it was Phil. -PHIL!! ARE YOU OKAY?! WHAT HAPPENED? WHERE ARE WE?! -Charlies.. code's worse, I don't know where we are tho. -What was the huge black uhh barrier thing? -That wasn't a barrier, it was- Phil was cut off by another crash. -OW WHAT GIVES??? -Tubbo!! are you hurt?! -Phil went over to him -I WAS JUST HANGING AROUND WITH SUNNY WHEN I WAS SUDDENLY CRASHED DOWN HERE!! Suddenly a small child-like figure starts approaching them. It places down a sign. -1'M S0RRY, 1'M S0RRY!!, 1 D1DN'T M34N F0R TH1S T0 H4PP3N!!! -What..? -The child came out of the shadows, it was "Juanaflippa". -What do you mean you didn't mean for this to happen?! You have been corrupting Slime for MONTHS now! YOU MADE HIM A MONSTER. -Phil yells at Flippa and she places down another sign. -1 Just m1ss3d p4p@ 4nd 1 d1dn't w4nn@ l3@v3 h1s s1d3!! -You aren't Juanaflippa... He's not your father! And you are not his child! -Cellbit approaches her. -1 4M!!! Th3 f3d3r4t10n m4d3 m3 l1k3 th1s, th3y t0ld m3 1 c0uld s33 p4p@ 4g@1n but w1th c0nc3qu3nc3s, 1'm s0rry... 1 d1dn't kn0w... They were all stunned, it was her after all. -So wait, wait- What's happening to Charlie now?-Tubbo asked to break the silence. -Th3 bl4ck v01d th4t br0ught y0u h3r3 w@sn't a barr13r... -What was it then? -Cellbit asked, getting closer and crouching down. -P4p4 -What? -1t w4s p@p4 -But how?.. -Th3 c0d3 m4d3 h1m l1k3 th4t -Like?... -B1g -Oh. *On the surface* -donde está todo el mundo? -Mariana was walking around looking for people before teleporting to eggxile since he saw the chat earlier. -Slime? -M4r1n4....-Mariana heard a glitchy voice, similar to Slimes -QUÉ?! -Why 4r3 y0u h3r3. -Why are you here?! This is my husbands place! -G0 1n th3 h0us3 -Why? -... -G0 1n th3 h0us3. -No I won't Suddenly Mariana gets tied by.. something. -EH? WHAT IS THIS?! -1 t0ld y0u t0 g0 1ns1d3... A shadow looms over Mariana, A demonic figure with flickering 0's and 1's, Horns, one shorter then the other, a tail, which seems to be wrapped around him and just a bit of human skin. The figure was Towering over Mariana, it sounded and looked familiar... but why.. -LET ME GO!!! -N0. -WHAT EVEN ARE YOU?! YOU'RE WORSE THEN THE HORRIFIC OTHER MOBS HERE! AN ACTUAL FUCKING MONSTER- WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY HUSBAND?! The figure stopped. -1-1'm n0t @ m0nst3r... -Shut up and LET ME GO! The figure lets go and starts.. whining. It tries to hide behind the small "house" which obviously doesn't work. -W-What?.. -Mariana stayed still for a bit. -1'm n0t @ m0nst3r... 1'm f1n3... 1 just w4nt t0 pr0t3ct h3r.. -Wait- Slime-? He approaches the figure. -Slime?.. Wh- What happened?! Charlie goes back to normal height, putting his head in his knees. -Mi amor.. I'm sorry- Mariana tries to comfort Slime -Do you hate me..? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 1: https://www.tumblr.com/ana-lmao/742474743195811840/couldnt-upload-coded-shift-chapter-i-normally?source=share

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[kawaii-kushami]

nsfw g/olden k/amuy modern AU k/oito x t/sukishima snzfic

t/sukishima has a cold while hes away on a business trip and calls k/oito (who has the kink). they’re dating and refer to each other by their first names in this. warnings for written mess, m*sturbation, and slight discussion of kink-related shame. 2.9k words

i havent written fic in yeaaars and am just getting back into it so if it reads a little rusty that's why :') also my first attempt at writing stuffy talk so i hope it's alright!

also if for any reason this shows up in the search results for these characters please look away you didnt see anything 💀

“Home” was a modest apartment he shared with his partner, Hajime Tsukishima. Between Tsukishima’s salaried wage and the money from Koito’s well-off family supporting him through college, the two could have probably afforded something nicer, or something a little closer to the university. But that wasn’t rational, Tsukishima had said. Walking a little more and living a little lighter would be worth it to save money in the long term. Koito couldn’t argue with his partner’s sound logic, as much as he might want to.

---

Otonoshin Koito slumped against the subway railing, the doors hissing to a close behind him as he sighed. It had been a long day of studying in the university library and the sheer dreariness of it had worn him out. Being bored was exhausting. But that was over now! He’d finished his schoolwork for the day, picked up a pre-made meal from the nearby convenience store, and caught the train just in time to be headed home for the night.

Koito frowned—although the expression was near indistinguishable from the permanent scowl on his resting face—as the train began to move, quickly picking up speed towards home. Coming home lately didn’t feel as exciting as it normally did. Tsukishima had been away on a business trip for a few days, leaving the apartment feeling horribly cold and lonely when Koito would turn the key and open the door to a dark and silent dwelling.

Hajime, Koito thought, I miss him. He fished out his phone from his pocket to check if he’d received any messages from his lover since he’d last checked. It had been a while; he’d had to turn it off to force himself to focus at the library earlier, so he was pleasantly surprised by the notification reading that he’d received a voicemail from Tsukishima about thirty minutes ago. The happy surprise quickly mixed with feelings of confusion and worry in the time it took the man to find and extract his earphones from his bag. Tsukishima wasn’t the type to call out of the blue or leave voicemails. Was everything okay?

Koito shoved the earpiece into his ear, wasting no time as he pressed play on the voice message.

“Hello, Oto... Sorry to call you while you’re busy.” Was it just his imagination, or did Tsukishima’s voice sound a bit more... gruff than usual? Koito held his breath subconsciously.

“I just wandted to talk to you for a bit-” No. No, he definitely sounded congested. “Just to check ind and see how... hheh... hh-Excuhhhse mb-”

Koito‘s thumb slammed against the glass of his screen, bringing the audio playback to an abrupt pause. Only then did he remember to breathe, looking up from his phone to force his mind back to the present. He stared out the window at the scenery that raced by just as fast as his thoughts. Oh my god. Is Hajime sick? Koito felt his face flush as it hit him.

He pulled the earphones from his ear and stuffed them back in his bag, removing his ability to listen to the rest of the voicemail. It was his best attempt at self control. After all, the train was not the place to be getting worked up about his lover’s sneezes! Glancing out the window once more, he grit his teeth upon seeing that he was still a good few stops away from home. He was going to have to be strong until then. At least he had found a reason to be excited to go home tonight.

---

Koito made the trek from the station to his apartment in half the time it usually took, effortlessly weaving his way between crowds and passersby blocking his path. He sprinted up the stairs of his apartment building, a simple feat for his lean and fit body, and let himself into his unit at record speed. Kicking off his shoes, he hurriedly washed his hands in the kitchen and stripped off his day clothes in the bedroom—nonnegotiable hygiene essentials.

Standing there in his (expensive designer brand, of course) boxer briefs, he attempted to reign in his speeding thoughts enough to think of what to wear. Did he really need to wear anything if he was just going to get into bed and—

He shook his head, feeling a bit ashamed. Hajime isn’t feeling well! Don’t be a pervert! He decided to compromise and opted to throw on just a loose oversized tee-shirt. Flopping onto him and Tsukishima’s bed, he hastily unlocked his phone and re-opened the voice message to listen to and appreciate it in full this time.

“Hello, Oto... Sorry to call you while you’re busy. I just wandted to talk to you for a bit just to check ind and see how... hheh... hh-Excuhhhse mbe—! Heh-NNGXT!” A thick sniffle and stuffy exhale. “...See how you’re doing. I’mb back at the hotel for the ndight, so... If you wandted to call mbe back, I’mb free adnytime ndow.” A second of silence before a quiet, shaky breath. A low groan. “Fuck... Heh-NGGXXTSHhh!!” Another exhale and sniffle. “Excuse mbe. Talk to you later.” Click.

Koito buried his burning face in the plush bedding he lay on. God, he was already half hard from a couple voicemail sneezes. Was Hajime aware of what he was doing to him?! He'd told him about his unusual kink before but it hadn't explicitly come up since, leaving Koito to wonder if his partner had somehow forgotten about it. He sat up, leaning his back against the bed's headboard. It didn't matter. Tsukishima had said to call him back whenever, and he wasn't about to waste any more time. He hit the call button and put the phone to his ear. His heart pounded against his ribs as the phone rang a couple times.

"Hi, Oto," came the same slightly scratchy and deeper-than-usual voice he'd heard on the recording.

"Hajime! Are you alright? Sorry I didn't pick up earlier; I just got home." The words tumbled from Koito's mouth.

Tsukishima gave a quiet chuckle that quickly turned into a brief but rough-sounding cough aimed away from the phone. "Are you alright? You sound out of breath. Did you just run home or something?" The small smile on his lips was audible.

"...Maybe." He had hurried home, and he wasn't about to tell Tsukishima his breathlessness was more from excitement than physical exertion at this point. "Wait, don't avoid the question! Are you coming down with something? You sound pretty sick."

"...Yeah." Tsukishima sniffled and a short cough followed, as if the acknowledgment of his current state had suddenly allowed him to let his symptoms out. "I think I caught something on the bullet train coming here. It just took a couple days to set in but...” His voice trailed off, replaced by sharp, hitching gasps, quickly building up until the sneeze overtook him. Koito held back the urge to moan softly, feeling the blood rush to his lower body as he pressed the phone speaker closer against his ear in anticipation.

“HH’KNXXSSHoo! Ah... Ow...”

“Hajimee!” Koito cried, chiding his lover. As much as he was getting off on this, he still legitimately felt bad for Tsukishima. That half-failed stifle sounded painful; it probably scraped the man’s already sore throat. "Bless you, but also be careful!"

Tsukishima breathed a small laugh at his own miserable state. “I dond’t know why I evend... hahh... tried to... ah...” A moment of silence (or perhaps noises so small the phone didn’t pick up on them), before he mumbled, voice wavering, “Excuse mbe... I have to sndeeze againd...” His breath hitched, turning into deep, long inhales and exhales as the second sneeze took its sweet time, lazily teasing at his irritated sinuses. Koito's own breaths began to mirror Tsukishima's as he listened to the drawn-out buildup, Tsukishima's stuffed-up breaths loud in his ear going straight to his dick. Finally they reached their peak, the older man succumbing to the whims of the virus dominating his body.

“HEHH’DZSSHHHOO!! Heh-TSCHHHHoo! Ah... Heh...! HEH’TSCHHHhuh!!”

The sound emitted from the phone speaker was loud. Hajime must not have moved the phone away very much, Koito concluded. God, those sneezes sounded increasingly wet, he thought, unable to help but picture Tsukishima doubled over in his hotel room, thick spray and mess dripping from his cold-ridden nose as he worked through the fit. His cock twitched and strained against the confines of his underwear at the combination of hearing the sneezes and mental image they evoked. “Bless you, Hajime,” Koito breathed, unable to hide his vocal arousal anymore.

Tsukishima’s response didn’t come immediately; instead Koito heard him blow his nose, as if stalling before hesitantly asking, “Are you... touching yourself?”

Koito froze, a twinge of guilt filling him at the perceived accusation. Having told his partner about the kink, he couldn’t be sure that Tsukishima wouldn’t be offended by the thought that he was getting off on his uncomfortable situation. “U-Um... No, I—”

“It’s okay if you are,” Tsukishima interrupted, backpedaling upon hearing Koito’s defensive tone. “I... I want you to.” He pinched at the shallow bridge of his nose, staving off another tickle threatening to overtake him. Koito didn’t say anything, prompting the other man to continue. “I figured it’d be better if my misery could at least be put to use. And... I miss you.”

A wave of emotion swelled in Koito’s chest at those last words. Tsukishima was rarely verbally affectionate, so he was elated when he received even the smallest bit of it. “Hajimee,” Koito whined softly, “you called me just to let me hear you sneeze?”

Tsukishima didn’t respond right away, preoccupied with rubbing roughly at his flaring nostrils as the prickly irritation quickly spread from deeper in his nose. The movement jostled the loose fluid in his nose, the watery squelch of it audible through the phone. The simple knowledge that he was struggling to fight off another sneeze further aroused the younger man, and now with his lover’s permission, he took his fully hard cock from his boxers and began to slowly stroke it.

“Ndot just... hhh... so you cand hear mbe sndeeze...” Tsukishima managed through short gasping breaths, his voice thinning with the need to sneeze, “I also wandted to—hhih! ...H-Hear your vo—hh’ISSCHHHoo!! Heh...EH’ISSHHHHh!!”

Immediately following the second sneeze was a loud clatter, then the distant sound of Tsukishima sniffling and swearing.

Koito couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Bless you. Did you drop your phone?”

More rustling before a somewhat less distant sneeze— “IISCHHHHhhuh!—fuck.”—and exhaling another swear much more closely into the receiver. “Ugh. I dropped mby phonde and thend sndeezed all over it.”

“Bless you. I love you,” The younger man breathed, the smile on his lips audible but mixed with soft moans as he worked himself faster. “You’re so cute. Did you shake too much when you sneezed and dropped your phone?" He teased. "Are you in bed?” The questions kept flowing in his brain as he tried to visualize the exact situation his sick beloved was in.

Tsukishima flushed at the barrage of compliments and attention. “I’mb ndot ind bed... I suppose I should be though.”

“You need to rest, Hajime! I’m about to come over there and put you to bed myself!”

“I... wish you could.” It embarrassed him to vocalize his sappy desires, especially ones involving him needing to be taken care of, but his want to fuel Koito’s imagination prevailed.

Koito sighed longingly. “I wish I could hold you and take care of you and tuck you in and—”

“HH’ISCHHHHHoo!! Sorr—hh-EISSCHHHHH!! Sorry. I didnd’t meand to indterrupt.”

Koito’s lustful babbling dissolved into a loud moan, his hips jolting involuntarily, fucking harder into his hand. “Ohh... bless you, Hajime...!”

Tsukishima sniffled wetly in response, his tired eyes falling shut for a moment. Something about that last pair of sneezes had really brought forth his exhaustion that’d been building throughout the day. “I’mb going to put you downd for a second to chandge out of mby clothes so I cand get ind bed.”

Hearing the rustling of the phone being placed, Koito closed his eyes and pictured his lover beginning to unbutton his shirt, his nose red and damp around his lightly twitching nostrils. His lips would be chapped and parted; no doubt the man was so stuffed up he’d need to breathe through his mouth. Koito wanted nothing more than to slip his tongue into that open mouth and overwhelm his senses just the same as that cold virus was doing.

A distant, irritated groan preceded sudden sharp hitching breaths heavy enough for Koito’s perceptive ears to pick up on. He thumbed at the precum dripping down his shaft, the fluid wetting his palm to glide faster, smoother over his sensitive cock. Tsukishima was probably shirtless by now, exposing his shuddering chest and tightening abs as he built up to a sneeze, head tilted back in helpless anticipation.

There was a moment of silence before he heaved a long sigh and sniffled thickly, the sneeze seemingly lost. Then came the sound of his belt buckle unclasping and falling to the floor. More rustling indicated he’d picked the phone back up and was getting into bed.

 “Okay. I’mb ind bed ndow.” His congested breaths came softly in quicker puffs now as if the exertion of simply stripping and climbing into bed had worn him out. He pinched and rubbed at his drippy nose, wet little noises coming through the phone speaker.

“Good,” Koito panted, “You poor thing, Hajime, you sound awful. You went to your work meeting earlier, right? Even while you sounded like this?”

Tsukishima coughed out a short sound of affirmation. “It was horrible,” he grumbled, “I couldn’t stop sndeezing and people kept looking... hehh... even though I... s-suppressed themb all...” His breath caught shakily. “Excuse mbe, I’mb going to—”

Koito’s mind swam with a plethora of images: Tsukishima red-faced and shamefully stifling his way through an itchy and desperate fit, his best efforts to remain unnoticed still drawing attention in the quiet meeting room. Tsukishima slipping out as quietly as possible to blow his horribly clogged yet still unmanageably drippy nose in the restroom, probably rubbing his poor skin raw on cheap rough toilet paper, miserable and guiltily missing essential work-related info. No wonder he’d been sneezing so openly all evening, he must've tired himself out stifling those desperate sneezes all day! And of course, he pictured the current Tsukishima on the other end of the phone, stripped down to his boxers in bed, drinking in heavy gasps of air through his chapped lips as he waited for the sneezes to overtake him. Brows furrowed and muscles tensed in preparation, warm liquid threatening to drip to his lips from his pink, flaring, quivering nostrils—

“HEH’IISSSCCHHHHoo!! Hhh... heh—!”

The sneeze tore through his body, so loud and so wet. Lying down must’ve made the thick fluid packed in his sinuses shift in a way that overwhelmed Tsukishima’s senses, prickling and irritating his nose horribly. Koito moaned a blessing, stroking himself rougher, faster, as the pressure to come built rapidly.

“HH’TDSSCHHHHOO!! Fuck...” A hurried series of sniffles and hitches followed the second sneeze. Staving off the urge to sneeze again as best he could, he apologized. “I’mb sorry, I’mb ndot... heh...! Great for condvers-hhh-ationd... a-at the mbombe—hHHIH’SSSHHHHHOO!!”

Koito could practically hear the amount of thick spray and mess his lover sneezed out, no doubt splattering cold-laced fluids onto the hotel blankets, down onto his bare chest, or freely into the air—whatever position Tsukishima had found himself in. “God, bless you Hajime. No, you’re doing wonderfully, you’re so hot, I love you.” He gushed breathlessly, dazed by his kink-fueled lust. Hearing Tsukishima gear up for yet another sneeze, Koito couldn’t take it anymore. “H-Hajime,” He gasped his lover’s name, “Hajime, I’m going to come.”

Tsukishima couldn’t even respond, still caught in the throes of his fit, nose desperate to rid his body of the itch. “HIH’TSZZHHHOO! ...hhh... HEH’TSSCHHHHHoo!! EH’TSSCHHHHHH!!”

Koito reached his climax, crying out blessings and “Hajime”s as the hot cum spilled from his cock, coating his fingers and dripping onto his abs, not unlike how the viscous mess streamed down Tsukishima’s lips and chin post-fit. They both lay there breathing together for a moment, though one was clearly more miserable sounding than the other.

The silence was broken by the sound of Tsukishima plucking several tissues from the box on the bedside table, rustling noises indicating he’d chosen to wipe himself up before blowing his nose thickly into a fresh tissue. Despite his efforts, his voice still left his lips bogged down with congestion, sounding even more groggy post-fit than he’d sounded before.

“God, Hajime, I love you. Are you okay?” Koito asked, his tone genuinely worried. He cradled the phone to his ear more snugly, as if trying to embrace his partner long-distance.

Tsukishima nodded, eyes closed, taking his time to respond. “...I just ndeed to sleep. ...I... have to get up early to go hombe tomborrow.”

Koito’s heart jumped a bit at the reminder they'd soon be reunited at and the newfound knowledge that he’d get to live out his caretaking fantasies as soon as the next day. “Oh, that’s right! I can’t wait to see you. I’ll meet you at the station!”

There came a mumbled noise of agreement, and then silence.

"I'll bet you're glad to get to go home now, then you can really rest properly in your own bed."

He was met with another long silence, no hitching breaths or anything.

"Hajime?"

Nothing. The poor man must’ve fallen asleep, worn out from struggling with his head cold all day. The thought was so pitiful Koito could almost cry.

“Goodnight Hajime. I love you.” He whispered, then hung up the phone.

#kk fic #snzfic #snzblr #sneeze kink #prayinggg that things under a readmore dont show up in search results.. i tried to test it on my main and i think it's ok but #fingers crossed 💀 #i don't think im fully satisfied with this but it's collecting dust in my drafts so im releasing it into the wild

[aquariaries]

Kou Mukami Heaven Story - Chaos Lineage

***I do not mind if you use my translations as a base for another language, I just ask that you credit both 46snowfox as the original translator and myself as the English translator if you do!***

Original translation credit: @46snowfox

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You can find Kou's previous chapters in @tournesolia's masterlist linked down below!

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PLACE: Downtown - Night

Yui: Haa ... ... *sigh*

(Going back home is so lonely. Kou-kun has a job that requires work overnight ... ...)

(He said recording could take a long time, and that he wouldn't know when it would end.)

(Also ... ...)

*She checks her phone*

He hasn't responded to my texts, either.

(Because he's so busy at work, he doesn't have time to answer ... ...)

I want to see Kou-kun ... ...

(I'll try to contact him one more time a little later ... ...)

*Crowd clamors*

Girl A: Hey, look at that!

Girl B: Kyaaa! It's Kou!

Yui: Eh ... ... ?

(Ah ... ... Kou is appearing on that big screen. Is that commercial ... ... his new job?)

(He's singing and dancing, and smiling so happily .. ... Fufu, how cool.)

Girl A: Kou is so cool! I wish I had a boyfriend like that~

Girl B: Me too! Kou seems to be the kind of person that's nice to his girlfriend.

Yui: (... ... He's very popular. As expected of an idol.)

(I'm glad to see Kou-kun, even if it's just a commercial, but I want to hurry up and see the real one.)

(When will he be coming back --)

*She's grabbed from behind and blindfolded*

Yui: Kyaa!?

(My vision went pitch black ... ... !? I'm certain someone just blindfolded me -–)

???: Who is it?

Yui: (Eh? This voice is ... ...)

Kou-kun ... ... ?

*She's unblindfolded*

Kou: Ding dong, ding dong! You're correct!

Yui: (I knew it, it was Kou-kun ... ... !)

Kou-kun! You see --

Kou: Shh! The others around us will notice that I'm here!

Yui: Ah ... ...

Girl B: Eh? Just now, did Kou ... ...

Girl A: No way!? Isn't that the real Kou over there!?

Kou: Crap!

M-neko-chan, let's run!

Yui: O-okay!

*They run off*

PLACE: Mukami Living Room - Night

Yui: I'm really sorry ... ...

(There's no way we wouldn't be caught when speaking loudly like that. I have to be careful from now on ... ...)

Kou: It's alright. We were able to escape. Besides, I was the one who surprised you.

Yui: Ah, it's true. You usually let me know when you're coming back, what happened today?

You didn't answer my texts either, did something happen?

Kou: Well, my manager took my cell phone from me so that I could concentrate on recording.

And that was before I could tell you that I wouldn't be able to contact you for a while. Even though it's my job, that's going too far.

Yui: I see, so that's what it was.

Kou: I was planning to contact you as soon as I was done recording, but I wanted to surprise you.

So, I went straight back home in a taxi without sending you any texts.

I was lucky to find you on the way.

Yui: I see. Did you find me by chance then?

(Somehow, it makes me happy that he spotted me among so many people ... ...)

Since you said you were going to be late at work, I didn't imagine that we would see each other again so soon.

Kou: Are you glad I'm back?

Yui: Yeah ... ...

Kou: Me too ... ... I'm happy to see you. I was thinking about you during the whole recording you know?

I felt very lonely not being able to contact you despite matter how much I wanted to ... ... So, could you gimme a recharge?

*He hugs her*

Yui: Ah ... ...

(Kou-kun is hugging me ... ... Fufu, it's been awhile since he's done this.)

... ... That's right, I haven't said it yet.

Welcome back, Kou-kun.

Kou: I'm home ... ... Nnn ... ... *kisses*

Yui: ... ... Nn ... ...

(It tickles ... ...)

*Commercial jingle plays on the tv*

Huh? This music ... ...

Kou: Hm? ... ... Ah, so they're already airing that commercial.

Yui: Earlier it was also broadcast on a big screen. It's amazing that they show it in areas like that.

(Ah ... ... The Kou-kun from the commercial just winked.)

You're very good at winking Kou-kun. As expected of an idol.

Kou: That much is simple. Anyone can do it right?

Yui: ... ... I don't think everyone can.

Kou: That reaction ... ... M-neko-chan, can you not wink?

Yui: Uh ... ... I-it's just, I usually don't have the chance to do it ... ... !

Although, I'm a little envious that you find the right moments to do it.

Kou: Heh ... ... In that case, let's practice together!

Yui: Eh? You'll help me?

Kou: Of course! As a professional, I'll teach you perfectly ♪

Yui: Thank you! I guess I'll take advantage of that and accept.

Kou: Leave it to me! Then let's start training. Can we do it in my room?

Yui: Yes!

Kou: Then go change. When you're done, come to my room.

PLACE: Kou's Room - Night

Kou: With that said, now try winking.

Yui: Eh, so suddenly?

Kou: It's just that if I don't see what you can do, I won't be able to give you the right advice?

Yui: Y-yes ... ... Understood.

(I'm embarrassed to do it while he's staring at me but ... ... Here I go!)

Kou: Uwah ... ... Wrinkles appeared between your eyebrows. You're worse than I imagined.

Yui: (He's really stunned ... ... !)

W-wait! Let me try one more time! Here I go? One, two ... ... !

Kou: Now you just closed both eyes, right? That doesn't count as a wink.

Yui: Uuu ... ... One more time! Please, give me another chance!

Kou: It's fine. Try how ever much you want until you're satisfied.

Yui: Thank you!

(Everything will be fine, I just have to close one eye ... ... One, two!)

*Time passes*

Yui: ... ... ... ...

(I can't believe I didn't succeed even once ... ...)

Kou: Yikes, I'm really suprised. I think this is the first time I've seen someone be so bad at winking.

Yui: (Uuu ... ...)

Kou: Ah, sorry, sorry. Please don't look so depressed?

You have me, the best coach on your side after all ♪

But if you really want to succeed, you'll have to go through some hard training~

Yui: Yeah, I imagined so ... ...

Kou: With that said, every time you fail, I'll give you one kiss.

Yui: Eeeh~!? A k-kiss ... ... Why!?

Kou: I won't accept complaints. Plus, you just have to not fail, right?

Yui: That's true, but ... ...

Kou: It'll be fine. As promised, I'll be giving you advice.

Yui: U-understood. I'll try my best.

Kou: The trick to winking is to tilt your head slightly while doing so.

It won't work if you do it while stiff, so how about you start practicing that first?

Yui: Tilt the head ... ... L-like this?

Kou: Nope, you haven't done it well at all~ Okay, here's a kiss ... ... Nnn. *kiss*

Yui: Nn ... ... !?

Kou: Alright, next!

Yui: L-like this ... ... ?

Kou: Ahaha! You closed both eyes! Okay, punishment time ... ... Nnn ... ... *kiss*

Yui: (Nnn ... ... Huh? This kiss is deeper than the previous one ... ... ?)

Kou: Alright, try one more time!

Yui: Y-yes!

(I failed before, but if I relax a bit ... ... !)

Here I go!

Kou: How scary! Your eyes are half open!! It can't be helped, I'll have to punish you again ... ... Nn ... ... Nnnnn ... ... *kisses her deeply*

Yui: ... ... Nnnnn ... ... !?

(I knew it, the kisses are getting deeper!!)

(Will each kiss become even deeper!? As I thought, this is really embarrassing!)

Kou: Well then, try again! This time strive to do your best and succeed

*Time passes*

Yui: Haah, haah ... ...

(The kiss just now was quite literally minutes long. The thought of being kissed if I fail makes me even more nervous ... ...)

(Uuu, it's too embarrassing, I can't take much more than this ... ... !)

Kou: Okay, next --

Yui: I-I can't anymore! I give up!!

Kou: Eeh? Do you really want to give up?

Yui: Yeah ... ...

Kou: I see. In that case ... ...

*He comes closer and starts to move her clothing*

Yui: Kyaa!?

Kou: Bad girls who give up must be punished, right? ... ... Hah ... ... Nnn ... ... *bites*

Yui: (Nn ... ... His fangs are on my shoulder ... ...)

Kou: ... ... You were embarrassed because I kissed you a lot, right?

I wonder if that's why ... ... your blood is so sweet and delicious ... ... Nnn ... ... fuu ... ...

Yui: ... ... Nnnn ... ...

(... ... Nn, everytime he sinks his fangs in deeper, the more my chest aches.)

Kou: ... ... Your eyes are melting. Do you want me to suck more?

Yui: Ah ... ... yes ... ...

Kou: Fufu, To think that you would ask for it yourself, as expected of you, M-neko-chan.

I will fulfill your wishes, and suck as much as you want ... ... Nnnn ... ... hm ... ...

Yui: Nnn ... ... Aaah ... ...

Kou: Fufu, actually. I was thinking that I was sure everything would turn out like this.

Yui: Eh ... ... ? Eeeeh!?

(Does that mean that all this training was on purpose!? It can't be~!!)

Kou: Until the lesson is over, I won't be letting you go okay ... ... ?

PLACE: Mukami Mansion Hallway - Night

*She knocks on Kou's door*

Yui: Kou-kun, is now a good time?

Kou: Yeah, come on in.

PLACE: Kou's Room - Night

Kou: What's up all of a sudden?

Yui: You see, there's something I want to show you, Kou-kun.

Kou: Something you want to show me?

Yui: Yeah! I couldn't do it before, but now ... ... ! *She winks*

Kou: Heh, that's amazing! It's a beautiful wink.

Yui: Fufu, right? I've been secretly practicing since then.

Now I can wink whenever I want!

Kou: You're this happy just to be able to wink, how cute~... ...

Yui: Eh? -- Wah!

*He comes up and holds her*

Kou: You're cute when you wink M-neko-chan, but don't wink in front of anyone other than me, okay?

Obviously, that applies to Ruki-kun and the others as well!

Yui: (Ah ... ... He's jealous ... ...)

(Fufu, Kou-kun said that I was cute, but he is also quite cute himself.)

Kou: It's a promise, alright? ... ... Nnn ... ... *kiss*

-END-

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #chaos lineage #diabolik lovers translation #kou mukami #yui komori

[rosie-b]

True Blue

Chapter 8: New Brooch, Who Dis?

Marinette rubbed the paper between her fingers and opened her mouth. “M. Agreste, I...” 

Her voice trailed off as the absurdity of what she was about to offer hit her. Hey, M. Agreste, I was just wondering. Would you like me to risk certain illness and possible death to help you beat a couple of misled teenagers, heal your wife, and protect your son? Yes, I know nothing like that was covered in the agreement I signed, but I’ve given it a solid night’s thought and decided it might be the only way to make sure the fate of the world doesn’t end up in the wrong hands. Just putting that out there.  

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Marinette slept in the next day. 

It was completely accidental; she’d been so caught up in her thoughts the last night that she’d forgotten to set her alarm. Her parents, being busy in the bakery, hadn’t noticed anything was wrong until Adrien walked into the bakery fifteen minutes after the time when Marinette usually left by. 

“Marinette?” 

The first few times she heard her mother calling her name, Marinette didn't respond. She'd only just fallen asleep, after all, and she needed at least a few more minutes of shut-eye if she was going to function all day.

"Marinette!" Sabine called again. "Adrien is downstairs waiting to make sure you're okay and you're already late for classes! I know you're exhausted, dear, but you need to wake up."

Marinette swatted away her mother's hand as her brain begrudgingly turned itself on again. Blinking her eyes open, she stared at Sabine while her words slowly processed. Then she sat up in bed as a horrified look spread across her face.

"I'm late! Oh, no, no, no," she fussed as she got out of bed and started pulling on the clothes she'd laid out the evening before.

How could she have fallen asleep the minute before her alarm was supposed to go off? Why had she stared at the clock all night without setting the alarm as a fail safe? What was M. Agreste going to say when he found out that she'd been ten, no, fifteen minutes late to even get up that morning?

Sabine, who'd politely backed downstairs and closed the trapdoor once Marinette started changing, smiled at her daughter when she tore open the door and half fell, half climbed down the ladder.

"Make sure to eat something before you go," she reminded her. "We have some leftover pastries from yesterday in the kitchen if you'd like one."

"I'm already too late to eat breakfast!" Marinette blurted, her heart beating quickly as she rushed through the house, making sure she had everything she needed before heading to the bakery.

Adrien was waiting patiently by the counter, striking up a conversation with M. Dupain. For some reason, his forehead was creased, and he looked a bit sad, too.

“I have fencing practice after school,” he was saying, “And our lunches are at different times. I wish Père would allow Marinette to have lunch sooner so we could eat together, but it’s hard to change his mind about things like this.” 

“Hmm. Well, maybe you could ask your bodyguard to drop you off here a little earlier,” M. Dupain offered as Sabine walked down the stairs behind Marinette while quietly insisting that she ate something before she left. “We’d give you both free breakfast in return! And you and Marinette could spend a little more time together. How does that sound?” 

Adrien’s eyes strayed over to Marinette, and a soft smile settled over his features. “That sounds lovely,” he said wistfully.

Marinette paused on the stairs for a while as she watched Adrien. Sabine used the moment to stuff a pastry of some sort in her hand.

M. Dupain raised one hand to cover a smile. “Good,” he said, pleased. Then he moved to the back of the room, whispering something to Sabine, who also hid a smile as Marinette hurried over to Adrien.

“Adrien, you spy! I mean, so nice to say hi, er, to see you! I’m so sorry I overslept. Well, underslept, but overslept, too,” Marinette babbled as she chewed off a bite of the chausson aux pommes her mother had given her. “You didn’t have to make yourself late, too, just to make sure I was awake! What will your father say if he finds out you were tardy?” 

Adrien’s smile widened as he leaned on the counter and winked at Marinette. “Well, what kind of knight would I be if I left my princess waiting?” he asked. “Besides, you don’t have to worry about me being marked tardy today. I went in to class, and then I told Ms. Bustier that I had to take a call from my father. She let me leave the classroom, and I came straight here. Père won’t even find out!” 

Marinette hummed as she took another bite of the apple pastry. The initial rush of energy she’d felt on being woken by her mother was fading, and already her heart rate was back to normal. “That’s smart of you,” she said once she’d swallowed. “How did you know that would work?” 

Adrien grimaced. “I learned it from Chloe,” he sighed, stepping away from the counter while Marinette picked up her school bag and walked over to the door. “Please forgive me, ma Princesse, I won’t do it again! I hereby swear not to use my power for evil.” 

Marinette tossed the rest of the pastry in her mouth and chewed deliberately while she crossed her arms and waited for Adrien to start to squirm. 

“I guess one time won’t hurt,” she said after a minute. “I appreciate you caring this much about me. But since when am I your princess?” 

Adrien feigned confusion. “Haven’t you always been? Alas, it seems my devotion has gone unnoticed. I’ll just have to try harder,” he smirked. “Will you allow your humble knight to open the door for you, ma Princesse? As a sign of your knight’s loyalty and undying admiration for you.”  

He was acting strange. Adrien didn’t usually do anything that could fall under the umbrella term of ‘rebellious,’ but this was the least Gabriel-approved behavior Marinette had seen from him since his doomed attempt to run away to school the first week. 

“Did you get enough sleep last night?” Marinette asked as Adrien held the door open and waited for her to go through. 

“Huh? About as much as I usually get, I guess. Why, is the princess concerned for her knight?” He wiggled his eyebrows, and a cheeky grin plastered itself on his face. 

Marinette scoffed as she stepped outside. “Concerned for his sanity, at least! You’re not acting very... you, today.” 

She glanced at Adrien from the side of her eyes as he closed the door and stood beside her. 

“Well, there’s no akuma out here changing my personality, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he said. It seemed like it was supposed to be a joke, but his smile and tone were strained. 

“Even if there was one, it wouldn’t do much good,” Marinette murmured. 

Adrien blinked, and then he leaned closer to Marinette, his grin turning conspiratorial. 

“Right, because Golden Bug and his partner would protect you, just like they did before. They’re pretty charming, right? Do you have a favorite between the two of them?” His eyes glinted, but she was already moving away from him and didn’t notice. 

“Well, Chat Grise’s suit isn’t half bad. I like the stripes,” Marinette replied absently, slipping into the back seat while the Gorilla held the door open for her. 

Adrien frowned. “Okay, I admit Golden Bug’s suit is a bit boring for a fashion designer like you. But how is he personality-wise? Would you like to, I don’t know, go on a date with him if you had the chance?” 

Marinette looked up sharply. “Date him? I still can’t figure out if he even knows what he’s doing, why would I date him on top of everything else? You can have him, though, if you want.” 

Adrien seemed confused and almost wounded as the Gorilla closed the car door and went around to his side with an audible huff. 

Realizing that maybe that hadn’t been the right thing for her to say, Marinette leaned close to the window and gave Adrien an apologetic smile as the car pulled away from the curb. 

He offered a slow wave back, still just as confused as if someone had switched out his orange juice for embalming fluid when he wasn’t looking. 

Marinette sat back in her seat and shrugged off the guilty twinge she felt. It wasn’t her fault that Adrien still thought the heroes of Paris were all they were cracked up to be. M. Agreste hadn’t told him about the family secret yet, and it wasn’t her place to share it. 

Besides, she had far more pressing matters to worry about today. 

It had taken Emilie Agreste twelve full years to fall into a coma from the Peacock’s poison. Two others had died from it before then, but who knew how long they had spent transformed and forming their children through its tainted magic. And one other person had transformed, used the broken Peacock, and lived with only the loss of her vision to detract from her success. 

Marinette wondered how long she could last if she used the Peacock in battle. She’d been affected by wearing the brooch already, and her symptoms honestly hadn’t been all that bad. Just one pill had her back to normal in nearly no time, and as long as she kept taking the medicine, wasn’t it possible that she wouldn’t see any worse effects at all? 

The car pulled into the Agrestes’ driveway, and Marinette got out and entered the mansion on autopilot. 

“Good morning, Nathalie,” she said, walking past her with her hands clasped behind her back. “Do you have my pill ready for me?” 

Ms. Sancoeur blinked once or twice. “Yes, it’s waiting for you at your desk.” She hesitated. “Are you feeling all right?” 

Marinette snapped her fingers. “That’s what I should have asked him! No ‘worried for your sanity,’ just normal friend questions. I’m all right,” she added as an afterthought. “I got a whole fifteen minutes of sleep at the last second. It did make me late, though. Sorry.” 

Ms. Sancoeur made a few adjustments on her tablet. “No, that’s all right, Marinette. Your health is important to me. Try to get more sleep tonight, though. If you’d like, I could draw up a sleep schedule for you, and then you wouldn’t have to sleep in again.” 

Marinette walked into her desk, sending water splashing out of the cup sitting on it. 

“Merde. That would be nice, but I don’t know how well I’d keep to it,” she said honestly, sliding around the desk and plopping into her chair. She dabbed at the water mess with her sleeve and Nathalie wrinkled her nose. 

“I’ll get a cloth for it; just leave it alone. Now, the plan for today was that we’d start with mathematics and go from there, but considering that it isn’t your best subject, and that you’re obviously not quite awake yet, and that the first thirty minutes of class are over already, we’ll skip the lesson for today. Be ready for a double lesson on Monday, though. Alternatively, I could give you extra work to do over the weekend.” 

Marinette pinched her arm and tried to get her brain back to the level of wakefulness she’d felt in the initial rush to get ready and leave. 

“I think I’d rather do it over the weekend, please.” 

Nathalie made a note on the tablet and set it down. “All right. Now, yesterday in history we were learning about—” 

Marinette squirmed in her seat. “Wait, shouldn’t I take my pill first, like M. Agreste wanted me to?” 

Ms. Sancoeur stared blankly at the far wall and took a deep breath. “Go ahead,” she told Marinette. “I’m sorry for starting the lesson early.” 

Marinette gave her an absolving, tired yet beatific smile as she struggled to open the orange pill bottle. 

Nathalie ended up having to get it for her. 

__*__*__*__*__ 

“M. Agreste?” 

Marinette had just finished her lunch, and Ms. Sancoeur had allowed her to visit Gabriel’s office. She knocked on the door after a moment’s pause, unsure if he had heard her. 

The muffled sound of footsteps reached Marinette’s ears, and she stepped back from the door as M. Agreste pushed it open. 

She swallowed and held the crinkled notebook page she’d been scribbling on a bit tighter. M. Agreste’s face was somber as he looked down at her. 

“Yes, Miss Dupain-Cheng? Is there something wrong you need to tell me about?” 

His voice was flat, as empty of emotion as it had been when she’d first been introduced to him. It was a stark contrast to the vulnerable earnestness he’d shown yesterday during the akuma fight. 

Marinette rubbed the paper between her fingers and opened her mouth. “M. Agreste, I...” 

Her voice trailed off as the absurdity of what she was about to offer hit her. Hey, M. Agreste, I was just wondering. Would you like me to risk certain illness and possible death to help you beat a couple of misled teenagers, heal your wife, and protect your son? Yes, I know nothing like that was covered in the agreement I signed, but I’ve given it a solid night’s thought and decided it might be the only way to make sure the fate of the world doesn’t end up in the wrong hands. Just putting that out there.  

Yeah, she sounded insane. 

But M. Agreste was still staring down at her, his impatient frown growing deeper. She had to say something. 

“I... just wanted to say that your son is really nice. He’s super polite and helpful, and you already know that since you raised him, so good job! And his haircut isn’t bad either, but I don’t know if that was his choice or yours because it looks professional, but his ears are hiding, like how the worst croissants in the batch are always at the back of the display shelf at home. Oh, and I’m sorry for being late this morning. I was up all night thinking about different ways I might die.” 

She punctuated her speech with a wide grin as she rested her arm on the wall and promised herself to stick to whatever bedtime schedule Nathalie came up with. 

Squinting just the tiniest bit, M. Agreste peered down at Marinette. 

“And you bothered me during working hours just to say this?” 

Crap.   

“I just have a lot of feelings?” Marinette offered weakly. She felt like she’d heard that before somewhere. Figuring out what from probably wouldn’t save her skin, though, she thought as she slowly straightened into a more natural stance. 

“Hm. Or perhaps you were going to say something else, but lost your nerve at the last moment. I see plenty of young interns suffering from that problem.” 

He raised one hand, and Marinette thought he might step back into his room and close the door, but he only fixed the button on his sleeve. Sighing, he continued, “I suppose I should say something to you, as well, so I’ll go first to give you the courage to say what you really meant. 

“I am... sorry for any possible discomfort witnessing the akuma battle yesterday may have given you. It was never my intention to make you feel like your position in this household depended on your willingness to do that; I just wanted to help you understand what akumatizations are really like. I assumed, since you’d been in an akuma battle before, that seeing another one wouldn’t be too much for you, but Nathalie reminded me that akumas used to make you very frightened. I apologize if that is still the case.” 

That was unexpected. It seemed like everyone was acting weird today. 

“It’s okay, M. Agreste,” Marinette said. “Seeing the battle first-hand helped me to understand what’s really going on in them, and knowing that it’s you behind Hawk Moth’s mask... I’m not all that afraid anymore. I just wish there was something I could do to help you and Nathalie get the Miraculous.” 

The corner of M. Agreste’s lips moved upwards. “Good,” he said in a pleased tone. “I am happy to hear that. As I said yesterday, there are times when I, too, wish there was someone else to help fight, but the fact of the matter is that it’s far too dangerous for anyone to risk themself like that.” 

That was the catch, wasn’t it? But still, “What if it wasn’t?” 

Marinette’s heart pounded loudly as M. Agreste considered her words. His eyebrows were slightly raised, and he seemed confused, but there was a slight glint in his eyes like he was excited. 

“What do you mean?” 

“W-well, the Peacock brooch is broken, but it’s only affected people who used it to make something— someone with it! What if that’s the difference, and it’s still safe to use as long as you don’t make a magic kid—” 

“A sentimonster,” M. Agreste interrupted. “That is the correct term.” 

Marinette’s eyebrows wrinkled. “Really? That’s terrible; we should change that. Anyway,” she said, waving her hands as her nerves spiked, “I wore the brooch for a while, and even if I needed medicine afterwards, we have medicine for it. Like, do we even know for a fact that with it, anything serious would happen to me? It’s not like Emilie knew to take a pill every day back when she made Adrien, right?” 

“She did not,” M. Agreste confirmed, looking almost amused as Marinette started pacing back and forth in front of his door while her rant continued. 

“Right! So theoretically, I could wear the brooch every day and be fine as long as I took meds for the effects. What about transforming? Does the medicine still work against those effects?” 

“Well, since they are the same effects, only heightened... Yes, it would.” 

Marinette brought a fist down on her open palm. “Right! Cool, that sets my mind at ease somewhat. Um. So, since we’ve made progress medically — medicinally — uh, I was thinking — you need some help, and the Guardian doesn’t like Adrien — gah!” 

Why couldn’t Marinette’s thoughts ever make sense once they wandered into her mouth? 

As M. Agreste looked down at her expectantly, she took a deep breath and started again. “What if I became the new Peacock holder? And helped you get the Miraculous?” 

A surprised noise came from M. Agreste’s throat. “You, the new Peacock? Marinette, that’s a dangerous, dangerous idea! The brooch is broken, you know that! Even if the medicine helps, it might not save you from the worst effects of the Miraculous. What you propose would have you risking almost certain death!” 

“Only if we fail,” Marinette said, her voice surprisingly steady for once. “And if I don’t make any sentis, wouldn’t I avoid the worst effects anyway? Of course, it’s a risky plan. But what plan isn’t? I’ve already risked a lot by studying fashion, and see how well it’s worked out! With a second fighter and a bit of luck, I think we can win this struggle. What about you, M. Agreste? Do you have the courage to do what’s necessary to save your wife and son, or will you lose your chance by choosing not to trust me?” 

He was definitely surprised, but as Marinette watched M. Agreste hopefully, she dared to hope that he was slightly impressed by her speech. He’d cocked one of his eyebrows, and there was a slight lift to his lips as he regarded her. 

“Well said, Marinette! I could hardly make a better argument myself. But you are aware it’s more than just your health we are risking, no? If you should fail in your mission, are you willing to see Adrien pay the price?” He advanced towards Marinette, the light from his room casting his long shadow over her as he spoke. “How far are you willing to go in this fight, Miss Dupain-Cheng? Just as I’d never hire a skilless designer, I would never pick an ally who can’t fight, who could cost us the entire battle through one misstep. You asked me to trust you. Are you positive that I can?” 

Marinette swallowed, drawing herself up as she stood firm. “I am. I would never do anything to risk Adrien’s well-being, much less the world’s. For a cause like this, I would never back down or change my mind. I might not be a skilled fighter, sir, but you can count on me to try my best. Only... if something happens to me because we’re wrong, will you tell Adrien what happened? It’s not fair to keep him in the dark so long.” 

Gabriel’s face softened as he lightly touched the brooch under his ascot. “Of course, Marinette. I’ll make sure he knows about your devotion to the cause. Now, we’re both willing to have you join the fight. But even so, we face a good many obstacles. Nathalie, for example. I don’t think she would go along with our plan.” 

Marinette’s mouth went dry. “What? She doesn’t think I’d make a good fighter, does she? It’s all the time I spent panicking in her class over akumas, isn’t it?” she chuckled. “I wish I would’ve known better.” 

“It’s nothing you can fix now, Marinette,” M. Agreste said kindly. “She knows I’m looking for a potential ally, but since you’ve already been injured by the Peacock, I do not think she would allow us to move forward with the plan if she knew what further damage you were risking. She means well,” he sighed, “But her heart is just too tender for this situation. Losing a pupil of hers... I’m sure you can understand why she feels uncomfortable with the thought of you on the battlefield. Never mind that you’ve already proved yourself in the fight with Evillustrator.” 

Marinette felt an odd surge of pride as she remembered the fight. She’d been on the wrong side that day, but she’d still earned M. Agreste’s respect! 

“Now, I know you aren’t a trained fighter, but I can help you in that regard. Fencing is something of a family tradition, and I know a thing or two about martial arts as well. But we can’t let Nathalie know...” Gabriel snapped his fingers. “I know! We’ll lengthen your apprenticeship hours, and you can practice then. And if you’re willing to take some time out of lunch break, like today, we can fit in even more time, either for akumas or training, depending on the day. Does that sound good?” 

Marinette’s fingers trembled slightly in nervous excitement. “I think so,” she responded. “So, you’re okay with me being the Peacock then? You’ll let me fight in battles and help convince Golden Bug and Chat Grise to hand over their Miraculous?” You’ll trust me with your son, with the health of your wife?  

An old wrinkle line showed as M. Agreste smiled. “Of course,” he purred. “You’ve shown yourself to be very dependable, Marinette. I’d be proud to work with you.” 

Marinette took a deep breath and let it out in a relieved sigh. “Me too,” she said. “When do I start? Is there anything I need to know before the next battle?” 

M. Agreste tilted his head in a nod. “Not as much as if you were creating... sentis, but yes, there is. You’ll need to know the transformation phrase, how to use your fan, and get used to the suit before joining me in a battle. You should begin today, after... well, how much time is left before lunch is over?”

Pulling out her phone, Marinette checked it and answered, “Fifteen minutes.” 

“Hm. Not much time, but it should be just enough for the first lesson. Head to the atelier and take the elevator to the attic. I will meet you there.” 

Marinette blinked. She hadn’t really expected M. Agreste to take her idea this soon, but she guessed it was for the best! 

“Okay,” she said as Gabriel turned back to his room and closed the door. 

It was an uneventful trip up to the attic, much like any other trip, but with the uniquely wealthy element of an elevator to make the trip shorter. 

With nothing to do while she waited, Marinette walked over to the large butterfly window, sniffing and rubbing her nose with one hand. Apparently, the attic didn’t get dusted often enough. 

She was going to be a Miraculous holder. Responsible for the fate of the entire world, along with the other holders, not all of whom seemed to be aware of that responsibility. Golden Bug, for example — he hadn’t lost a fight yet, but his cheerful, punster attitude seemed unsuited for the gravity of his role. Did he not care about what could happen if his Miraculous was abused? Was he abusing it, himself? 

If he knew the truth about Adrien, would he see him as any more than a glorified toy, or worse, a monster, like the sentis had apparently been dubbed for some time? 

Marinette made a pact with herself. She would not abuse her power, either by using it or failing to. She would not create any sentis — even ignoring the fact that doing so might kill her, it didn’t seem right to her that life could be made and disregarded so easily. She would never want to be responsible for someone’s whole existence or as completely in control of them as the sentis’ parents were. 

She didn’t want to be the Peacock holder. But she also didn’t have a choice. This was the only way to keep Adrien safe, to right the wrongs of the past before they hurt more people. 

As Gabriel stepped out of the elevator and walked up behind her with the broken brooch in his hand, Marinette promised herself that she would take up this mission, and she wouldn’t give up until she’d made sure that Adrien would be all right, that everyone who was dead would come back, and that no one would be hurt by the Miraculous again. 

“Here. Once Duusu comes out of the brooch, you can transform using this phrase — ‘Duusu, spread my feathers.’ That will be your first step.” 

Marinette took the brooch from Gabriel, glancing at its flawed beauty for a moment before pinning it to the center of her shirt. The same blue kwami she’d met before came spiraling out of it, shaking themself excitedly as they looked up at her. 

This was it. This was her last chance to back out of the mission and leave the responsibility to someone else. 

But she already knew she would never do that. There was only one path laid out at her feet, one fate hidden in the mists of the future. And Marinette was ready to face it, whatever it was. 

“Duusu,” she said in a solemn tone as M. Agreste watched from the side, “Spread my feathers.” 

The electric sensation of magic rushed over her, and Marinette transformed. 

#new chapter out!! #bluewing au #kwami swap #peacock!Marinette #marinette dupain-cheng #ml fanfic #rosie-b writing #i've been sitting on this for like a week trying and failing to come up with a good title for the chapter #oh well i'm allowed to be silly sometimes

[gennabi]

If it's not to much to ask, could you do another Alice Asmodeus fanfic/ oneshot? I adore him so much and it's tearing at soul. I KNOW IT'S KINDA CONCERNING, I NEED HELP 😭

YES AYE AYE this time it's a (found) family trope cause i realized i haven't wrote a non-romantic m!ik fic yet heh.. THERES SM TO ADORE ABT HIM, I SUPPORT U ALL THE WAY ANON‼️‼️ EMBRACE UR INNER ALICE ASMODEUS MASSIVE SIMP‼️🙆‍♀️ also sorry this is soooo late i was super busy but now im free again so :D

fronting

alice x younger sibling!reader (no prns) • 0.4k

(found) family; fluff

[ ft. clara x reader (platonic) , found is in brackets bcs family is family whichever way you interpret it :) , bonding moment , nothg rlly happens type of fic but cute , might be ooc ]

m!ik's masterlist | main masterlist

"dutch or french?", you comb your brother's hair as he puts down the book he's studying, craning his face slightly to you, "what do you think you're doing?" you roll your eyes as if it's obvious (it is.), "braiding your hair. duh." he stares at you in reply, the corner of his lips twitching, "and who told you to do that?" your brother alice is perfect in all things but everyone knows his only weakness is..

"just thought you might like it, since iruma-chi did let his grandpa braid his hair the other day." lies. you just want to see your brother in braids because it pains you to say this but he really does have some gorgeous hair. and he rarely experiments with it and it's low-key so infuriating! why not show off them in many, many pretty ways?

alice's eyes sparkle─ as according to plan ─but he quickly composes himself. "ah, if it's because of iruma-sama, you should've said it earlier. then.. dutch?"

oh you silly, gullible brother.

"cool." you simply say as your fingers start to thread along his strands as you do your magic. you've never met this iruma person but you really owe it to him for unconciously letting you do fun things to your brother. it confuses you a little because alice's and clara's perceptions of iruma are two worlds apart. you suppose this iruma is just too much of a complex character it seems.

you say nothing after that, basking in the silence as your brother continues his reading. you recognize the title of the book. of course, he would study that. you recall clara calling iruma the dumbest demon she ever met while complimenting his knowledge on the mythical zoology in the same sentence.

alice had always pride himself in his high social status and cold demeanor. yet now here he is sitting, few chapters into the book in the late evenings just because his friend likes it. and here he is with a badly drawn portrait of himself hung on his walls, the familiar signature from a certain green-haired in the corner of the paper.

"y/n," he suddenly calls out. "i'll do yours too."

in more ways than one..

you could hear the smirk in his chuckle, "i bet mine would look even better than yours."

alice cares about the little things.

saw edits of the manga n im sold now 🤧

#writing is hard.. i wanna write longer m!ik fics please is that so hard to ask 😭😕😞💔💔 #i HOPE SO MUCH reading the manga inspire me or if not ill jump off the cliff bcs THIS IS FRUSTRATING 😭😭🤕 #gennabi writes 💖 #mairimashita! iruma kun scenarios #mairimashita! iruma kun x reader #mairimashita! iruma kun fluff #m!ik scenarios #m!ik x reader #m!ik fluff #asmodeus alice scenarios #asmodeus alice x reader #asmodeus alice fluff #alice asmodeus scenarios #alice asmodeus x reader #alice asmodeus fluff

[jihyocentric]

lumi 😭😭 i’m here!!

okok but how do you feel abt spanking?? cause i can totally see pup!hyo getting one for being a brat or breaking a rule and even tho it gets her hard and leaking nayeon won’t let her cum until she thinks she’s learned her lesson. maybe it’s later that night, or maybe it’s days later when jihyo’s minding her own business on the couch and nayeon just shoves her hand down her pants and jerks her until jihyo is begging in that pathetic way nayeon loves so much 🤷🤷 who knows

but i hope it’s a good reason to write pup!hyo, my head has been soooo empty lately

and i’m so touched u wanted to hear from me, ur one of my favorite blogs so thank you for that

take care!! 🫶🫶

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(it's more than a good reason to write puppy hyo, thank you for your service anon! and of course i want to hear from you, who else is going to indulge in my puppy hyo thoughts?! we think alike!! and i hope this is good, i'm very sleepy but i was so eager to write this puppy hyo 😵‍💫)

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it's a rare occasion for jihyo to be a brat. she's the most obedient puppy for nayeon most of the times, but if there is something that makes her act out, that something, or person, to be exact, has a name and she is yoo jeongyeon. yoo jeongyeon, nayeon's coworker and friend, someone jihyo had learned to despise.

jihyo is a very friendly puppy, overall. she likes momo and sana, who are also nayeon's friends, and she's the biggest fan of mina, their kitten. jihyo is easy going, despite being shy, but she holds grudges against yoo jeongyeon. it was something about the way jeongyeon was always flirting with nayeon that made jihyo dislike her, and although that seemed like jeongyeon's nature, because momo and sana were also her targets, jihyo hated it when jeongyeon did it with her nayeon.

so of course she whined the entire time that nayeon was getting ready to go out with jeongyeon. yes, they'd be with other coworkers, but jihyo was still suspicious and she didn't like the idea of nayeon spending the night out with jeongyeon.

"i'll be back soon, baby. there's no need to suffer over that, okay?" nayeon told her, taking jihyo in her arms for a hug.

jihyo held her tight, not wanting to let nayeon go. "why do you have to go? it's late."

"it's not even six. i'll be back before eight, i promise," nayeon kisses jihyo's head, making some effort to free herself.

the puppy didn't use her strength, she would never do it against nayeon, but what jihyo really wanted was to hug her owner through the night so that she could make sure nayeon wouldn't leave. after nayeon left, she stayed by the door for some time, with a big pout in her lips, creating scenes in her head of what jeongyeon could be doing to nayeon while she was there waiting for her owner.

nayeon could never cheat on jihyo. she would never, but jihyo didn't trust jeongyeon, and she wanted to claim nayeon more than anything. what happened next was inevitable, really. jihyo had no other choice rather than marking her territory, in a way nayeon wouldn't be pleased to see when she arrived. and jihyo knew. she knew she was screwed even before she finished coming all over nayeon's neat clothes, the ones she had left on the bed while she was in a hurry to leave. sadly for nayeon, there were a lot of ruined pieces.

nayeon arrived on time. she knew how needy jihyo was, and that the puppy would feel betrayed if she arrived any minute later than eight o'clock, but instead of being met with jihyo jumping on her with a wagging tail, she was opened the door to meet silence in her apartment. silence could only mean two things, her puppy was either sleeping or she did something bad.

nayeon took a step inside their room, being met with jihyo kneeling down in front of her, her ears flush to her head, tail swishing slowly.

"'m sorry!" jihyo said promptly, looking down.

the mess was something nayeon's eyes were quick to caught. her clothes, the ones she had washed and ironed earlier in the day were absolutely ruined with jihyo's cum all over them. it looked like jihyo hadn't done it just once, she did it at least twice, because the amount was abundant and there wasn't a single piece that didn't get stained.

nayeon took a deep breath, feeling anger consume her. "get up."

jihyo quivered in fear at the cold tone, but she still got up bravely. she couldn't help but try to smell nayeon, checking if jeongyeon's scent was present. to her relief, nayeon's own perfume was all she could detect.

"don't be mad, n-nayeonie," jihyo finally looked at nayeon, having to look up because nayeon was still in heels. "'m really sorry. won't do it again!"

"do you think being sorry is enough?" nayeon took a step towards jihyo, making the puppy step back. "you ruined my clothes. all of them. how am i going to work tomorrow?!"

"you can... s-stay at home..." jihyo gulped, knowing she shouldn't have said that.

"that's it." nayeon walked past jihyo, throwing the clothes jihyo had ruined on the ground. she sat at the edge of the bed and patted her lap. "lay here. on my lap, ass up."

jihyo pouted. the thought of trying to melt nayeon's heart crossed her mind, and she knew that a little whining could maybe change nayeon's mind, if she was soft and cute enough... but jihyo didn't want to stop her. she did as she was told, laying across nayeon's lap, whimpering when she felt nayeon lowering her pants and boxers just enough to expose her ass.

"you stain my clothes, i stain you." nayeon mutters, giving the first slap across jihyo's butt. nayeon had to hold jihyo's tail, knowing how the puppy got excited in moments like those. not because she liked being punished (jihyo liked it, but that's besides the point) but because she was too sensitive. even rubbing jihyo's ears could make her tail swish eagerly.

"'m sorry, m-mommy," jihyo repeats, eyes full of tears. nayeon's hands hit hard, it didn't take long for her skin to start to ache. "was jealous!"

nayeon grins, feeling jihyo's hard on against her thighs. if she wasn't upset with what jihyo had done to her clothes, she'd be longing to have jihyo inside her. although nayeon was getting wet at the feeling of jihyo leaking over her thigh, the puppy didn't deserve to receive any attention where she needed.

"you've always been a possessive little dog but this time you crossed the line," nayeon slaps her ass once again, this time making the puppy cry out. "this is going to be fun."

it wasn't fun. not for jihyo, at least, who didn't get to cum that night or be hugged by nayeon in her sleep. all she got from her owner after the spanking was aftercare and a single kiss on the forehead before they went to bed. nayeon was still upset, clearly, even more so when she had to use a dress she hated to go to work the next day, because jihyo had ruined her clean work clothes.

jihyo finally apologized again, on another day. she couldn't handle the short answers and not being called a 'good puppy' by nayeon for long. this time, she made her way to nayeon in the kitchen, with her tail around her leg, looking guilty.

"nayeonie, i'm sorry..." jihyo says, approaching nayeon. nayeon was making them dinner, making sure to cook the steak properly or else jihyo would refuse to eat. "w-was just angry at jeongyeon."

"i get that you're jealous and that you get territorial when it's about her, but this is the third time in the month that you act out because you're jealous." nayeon sighs, turning off the stove. "she's my friend. a friend, nothing else. i want you to believe me and stop acting out."

jihyo pouts. "then tell her to keep her hands off you!"

"i can do that if it really bothers you. but you have to promise me to try to accept her as my friend. deal?" nayeon offers, with a smile that jihyo couldn't resist.

jihyo nods, hugging her owner like she has missed her a lot in the past couple of days that she'd received a cold shoulder.

right after dinner, jihyo goes to the living room to watch something on the TV and nayeon goes to the bathroom to take a shower. jihyo isn't surprised when nayeon sits on her side and brings her to her lap, peppering the puppy's neck with kisses.

it's when nayeon slips her hands inside her boxers that jihyo flinches, and she doesn't even realize she's already hard. it's nayeon fresh scent that makes her shaft harden, and the puppy starts to mindlessly hump her owner's hand.

"missed this," jihyo whimpers, finding a better position on nayeon's lap.

"i haven't touched you in only two days and you're already this needy?" nayeon teases, pulling her puppy's boxers down just enough to free her cock. she uses one of her hands to play with jihyo's balls, while the other pumps her shaft slowly — or tries, because jihyo is so excited that she starts to fuck nayeon's hand.

"always miss you, mommy!" jihyo tells her, cock throbbing at the way nayeon gripped it tightly. "wanna be inside," jihyo asks, "please?"

"should i let you?" nayeon ponders. jihyo looks at her, nodding eagerly, with her ears up. "hmm, not yet."

jihyo feels her heart sink, but that doesn't stop her from moaning when nayeon fastens her pace. she could feel herself getting closer, and all she wanted was to be inside nayeon to release her load in a proper place, breed nayeon really, and not waste her load somewhere else. but nayeon looked like she wasn't even trying to make jihyo come, only working her up and then stopping, rubbing the tip while maintaining a tight grip on her balls. it was making jihyo's eyes water.

"don't tease," jihyo whines. "please, let me get inside. promise i'll fill you up good, nayeonie."

nayeon can't help but think about letting jihyo in. she loves to see her puppy cry and beg to come, but she, too, had missed her, and she needed jihyo to fill her up. her mouth watered at the thought of getting filled to the brim by jihyo's thick, long cock that was throbbing in her hand and more than ready to go inside.

"alright, then get inside me, puppy." nayeon gives her permission.

nayeon wants to laugh at how stupid jihyo looks trying to get her clothes off and almost ripping them in the process, so eager and adorable that it made nayeon melt. but jihyo was still big, despite looking small and harmless, and when she aligned her cock with nayeon's entrance then shoved it all inside, the owner closed her eyes tightly, the stretch making her whimper and grip jihyo's shoulders.

"feels so good and tight, mommy," jihyo tells her, starting to move her hips right away, barely giving nayeon any time to adjust.

two days was long enough to make nayeon forget just how big jihyo was, but even with the slightest pain of being invaded unintentionally roughly, nayeon still found herself getting wetter and wanting more, unable to go against her body's needs. it almost scared her, how full her tummy looked, slightly bumpy where jihyo's length was located, but she was already too used to that to care. jihyo had only one goal. and that was to breed, fill nayeon up with her seed to the point that her owner wouldn't be able to take anything else inside.

although she had agreed with nayeon that she'd be less possessive of her, all she could think of during the times she came inside nayeon that night was how much she wanted yoo jeongyeon to see nayeon coming around her cock and leaking with her seed. nayeon thought jihyo was just eager and desperate to breed her as always, but really, behind her true intentions of breeding, jihyo was also thinking about how jeongyeon would react if she saw how much nayeon wanted jihyo to give her her cum — how much nayeon was hers.

#🐶 anon #nayeon #jihyo #nahyo #puppy!hyo #g!p #hybrid #fill

[iguana-braces]

One More Round (Hangman x Reader)

Based on this request – Masterlist

Description: A certain hotshot TOPGUN recruit needs to be taught a few lessons in manners. 

Warnings: explicit content, oral (m and f receiving)

Word Count: 1.9k (It’s so short I’m so sorry)

Note: Agh I spent so long trying to make this pilot!Reader, but it just was not clicking in my brain. Also, as a service industry worker, I feel like Hangman (especially Pre-Maverick Hangman) might be a nightmare as a customer and definitely needs to be taught a lesson. 

This one is short because my attention span has been maxing out at 5 seconds lately and I was STRUGGLING to stay in the zone. 

Also, this GIF vvvv (by unicornships). Imagine being at a bar and having Hangman look at you like THAt. I cry. 

MINORS DNI, 18+

“I’m gonna need another round.”

You glanced up at the man across the bar from you. “Another round of what?”

“The same thing I ordered earlier.”

Sighing, you glared directly into his green eyes with every ounce of pent-up spite you could manage. “Sir, about seventy other people have ordered drinks since you did, so I have no idea what you're talking about. If you gave me the name on your tab, that would be a more helpful place to start.”

“It’s Seresin. Like it says right here,” he said slowly, tapping the shiny nametag on his chest. You wanted to reach across the bar and rip it off his shirt, but refrained. The woman who owned the bar thankfully didn't subscribe to that "the customer is always right", forced pleasantries bullshit. If a patron was being rude, you had every right to be rude right back. No matter what rank they were on-base, everyone got the same amount of respect at the bar. Most of the regulars had mastered basic decency and were capable of keeping themselves in line. It was the strangers who most often ended up getting a taste of their own medicine. 

And this guy definitely wasn’t from around here. You might've forgotten his drink order, but you'd never forget a man who looked like that. He had the kind of laser-cut features, perfectly coiffed blonde hair, and muscular physique that could only have been perfected in a laboratory somewhere. And his fucking biceps, bulging under the cuffs of his short-sleeves. But no matter how devastatingly handsome he was, he was now on your shit-list. 

Leaning on the bar, intently watching you make drinks and taking up space from other people who were actually trying to order, the man asked, “Is this how you treat all the customers?”

“Just the ones who irritate me.”

“That’s a great way to lose business.”

You gestured towards the rest of the bustling bar, before setting a tray of beers in front of him. 

"Your drinks, Seresin." 

"That's Lieutenant Seresin. And are you sure you don't want to spit in these first?" 

"I do, but I think you might enjoy that a little too much." 

He grinned at that, flashing his too-white teeth and shooting you a wink. "Maybe another time." 

Asking some of the regulars from NAS, you learned that this guy– Lieutenant Jake Seresin– and his buddies, who were much more tolerable, were new TOPGUN recruits. That meant he’d be gone after graduation, which was only in six weeks, but still wasn’t soon enough. 

It became a habit that you'd end up indulging in dumb, amusing and mildly irritating banter with him when he came in. He was still on your shit-list, but the way he'd look at you sometimes, like he was undressing you with his eyes… Nah, you told yourself, that's just the way he looks at every woman. Not like you weren’t looking back at him the exact same way, but you refused to let things go any further. An asshole's an asshole. 

So you toughed it out for five weekends. Still, you found a strange sense of dread building as the weeks went by, ticking closer and closer to the culmination of the TOPGUN course. 

By then, you were well-acquainted with the drinks he ordered, the sequence he ordered them in, practically timed down to the minute. You could’ve saved him those fifteen foot walks to the bar, but you wanted something else out of this transaction besides his money. 

"It's almost graduation for you, isn't it?" you asked cooly. 

"Yeah, it is. You gonna miss me?" Jake replied, leaning in towards you. Again, there was that devilish look in his eyes and you almost blushed, but focused your attention back on the glass you were polishing in your hand. 

"A new group of pilots will be here soon enough to take your place in annoying me. You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last. This has been an entirely forgettable experience." 

He mocked offense at this, blowing out a breath. "Harsh, it's not over yet. Still plenty of time for me to make a mark." 

"And how are you gonna do that?" 

"I could ask if you wanna get out of here."

And there it was. So he had been looking at you with a certain… indecent intent. But fuck, you couldn’t look him in the eye and fall to pieces so easily. "And I could have you kicked out for doing exactly that." 

"Come on, if you weren't interested, you would've had me kicked out weeks ago." 

"So you admit that your behavior is crossing a line?" 

Jake merely shrugged. "That’s entirely up to you to decide." 

"Well, you know, I might just say yes if it weren't for the fact that I'm working. I'm not just gonna walk out mid-shift to fuck a stranger," you snipped.  

"When do you get off?" 

"Past your bedtime, babe." 

"I think I could make an exception for one night." 

You pretend to let the thought stew in your mind, as if you hadn’t thought about this exact scenario for a month straight already. 

“Alright then. If you really think you can handle it.”

“Oh, I’m sure I can.”

At your apartment hours later, Jake’s eyes watched you intently as you knelt between his legs, running your hands up his thighs. At another time, you would’ve been more than happy to take a seat on one of them, grinding your way to paradise. But you had other intentions. 

Undoing his belt, he helped you slide his pants down to free his hardening length. You couldn’t hide your surprise, and subtle excitement, at the size of his dick, which made him grin widely. So that's why he is the way he is. Because, literally, he’s…. cocky. 

“Definitely should’ve seen that coming.”

“Oh, you will,” Jake assured. “Think you can handle it?"

"This isn’t my first rodeo." 

Working over it as seductively as you could, looking up at him through your lashes as you took as much of his cock into your mouth as possible, moaning around it. 

"You do know what you're doing. Looks like I got lucky." You let him guide your mouth along the length, trying to put up as little resistance as possible to his hand tangled in the back of your hair. “Fuck, I don’t even know how long I’m gonna last.”

“Oh, great…” you muttered.

“Well, I haven’t had sex in like, two months.” Admittedly, it was impressive how he could keep time bobbing your head on his cock while ranting aloud to… no one in particular. “I’ve barely even jerked off because I told myself I was going to completely focus on this course, absolutely no distractions, busting my ass out there every fucking day. And obviously, that worked out exactly the way I wanted it to, but–”

Pulling back to give your aching jaw a break while continuing to stroke him, kissing the tip, you simpered, "Yeah, I've heard quite a bit about you, Hangman."

That brought his attention back to you. 

"You were asking about me?" he teased. 

"Maybe. Apparently you're one of the best. Highly skilled, intelligent, deadly. Hot as shit too."

Jake’s head rolled back against the couch. "Fuck…Please, tell me more things I already know about myself." That last bit sounded sarcastic, but also had perhaps the slightest tone of actual desire under it. Unfortunately, that wasn't part of your plan. 

Continuing in the same sultry tone, you added, "You're also an egotistical, self-centered dick and I didn’t have to ask anyone to find that out." 

Suddenly pulling your hands away, you rocked back on your heels, escaping his grasp. He groaned at the loss of contact, quickly replacing your hands with his own. 

“Goddamnit," Jake huffed, shaking his head. "What the fuck do you want from me?”

“Hey, we’re both here for the same reasons. I just think that maybe you could learn to put other people’s needs and wants and feelings before your own.”

"You’re kidding me.”

“Or you can go back to base and spend another night jerking off into the mirror.”

“Yeah, alright, let's get this over with,” he sighed. “You want me to go down on you?" 

“Mhmm. Let’s see what else you can do with that pretty mouth of yours, besides just talking shit."

Laying down on the couch, you tossed your shorts and underwear onto the coffee table as Jake positioned himself between your legs. Right off the bat, you knew this would be an uphill struggle. His tongue kept hitting too high, so you had to repeatedly push his head back down towards your sweet spot. There was definitely room for improvement, but it was also enjoyable just to watch him struggle. So he was a good pilot and good-looking, but he wasn’t good at everything. Still, just feeling, and seeing, that chiseled jawline working between your legs sent shivers through your body.

“Oh, fuck. That’s it–”

And then what little tension had began to build was gone again because he kept fucking moving away. Glancing down at him, you could see one of Jake’s arms bent between his legs. 

“Uh-uh, hands where I can see them, mister.”

Glaring up at you, he brought both hands up to rest on your thighs and squeezed, his fingers digging deep enough into the muscle to bruise. Christ, you could only imagine what might happen if you really pissed him off. The poor guy hadn’t felt a woman’s touch in months, and here you were keeping him on the edge of exactly that. But as far as you cared, the world had been falling at his feet for a little too long and he could wait his turn until you were properly satisfied, no matter how long that took. You couldn’t tell if he was being intentionally bad at this, or if he was doing it just to irritate you. 

“Finger me.”

“I thought you said–”

“Jake, I swear to God, just do it.” 

Thankfully, his hands were much more skilled than his mouth, with one gently rubbing circles over your clit, the fingers on the other curling inside you. It certainly wasn’t an intense conclusion, more like soft waves of pleasure washing over you. But it was something at least.

“You done?” Jake grumbled, his once perfectly styled hair now fluffed up by your fingers pulling at it.  

“I came. But that doesn’t mean I’m done.” His eyes briefly flashed widely at you, as a disbelieving chuckle left his throat.  

“You know, the problem with your little lesson here is that there aren’t any actual consequences,” he sneered. “So what if we don’t fuck? It’ll be a disappointment for both of us, but it’s not the end of the world. And then I’m gone in a week and we never see each other again.”

“Maybe not physically, but I’ll be there in your dreams.” Sitting up, you stared down at him directly. “Your nightmares. Your deepest, darkest fears. And you’ll come to curse the day you ever crossed me.”

“That’s complete bullshit,” he scoffed.

Shrugging, you laid down again. “Maybe, maybe not. There’s only one way to find out.”

Pausing, his eyes narrowed at you, flicking to the side as he considered his options. “...Fine, one more time, that’s all you’re getting.” 

Stifling a laugh, you honestly couldn’t believe how easy it was to have this Ken Doll of a man completely bending to your will. He might be the best of the best in the air, but on the ground, he still had plenty to learn. 

#jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader

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[Hymn of Serata on the Requiem Night] Chapter 1

Bradley: Even at a feast, yer still a damn miserable son of a bitch.

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Location: Forest

Lennox: Kenja-sama's handkerchief, it's quite to hard to find, isn't it.

Akira: Yes. I thought I dropped it while I was walking around this area earlier, but…

I feel a little sorry for having you keep me company for so long.

Lennox: Please do not worry about it. After all, everyone loses things sometimes.

Together with Lennox, who encouraged me, we advance further into the gloomy forest.

As the chilly night wind passes us by, Lennox suddenly lifts his head.

Akira: What’s the matter, Lennox; did you perhaps find something?

Lennox: No, I thought I heard a sound. Like the sound of a bell…

Akira: It’s true! It’s coming from deep in the thicket over there, don’t you think?

Lennox: Someone may possibly be out here. Still, it’s already quite late…

Akira: You’re right… Why don’t we take a little look around?

Mixed in with our footsteps as we tread on the grass, the sound of the bell is long and thin, and continues to echo on as if trying to lure someone in.

After a bit of walking, a sweet aroma suddenly tickles my nose.

Akira: (Smells nice…)

As if enticed by the aroma, I look ahead past Lennox’s broad back.

In a clearing with few trees, a bonfire's flames flicker. Standing quietly in front of it, is a figure cloaked in black.

Faust: ……

Lennox: Faust-sama?

Faust: Kenja and Lennox… As expected, there was a hint of your presence.

In a place like this, what is it that you want?

Akira: No…

Faust speaks quietly, as he always does, but I suddenly find myself at a loss for words.

The flickering flames contrast against the moonlight; his beautiful profile looks pale and somewhat otherworldly amidst it all.

Lennox: …Faust-sama. In addition to you, was there anyone else here?

There’s empty liquor bottles, almost as if someone was having a banquet.

Akira: Ah, it’s true. The bonfire is surrounded by plenty of alcohol and fruit. There’s also corolla flowers lined up…

Faust: No… I’ve been alone the entire time.

The moon is clearly visible tonight. I thought I’d have a drink by myself while gazing up at it.

Akira: Eh…?

It feels a bit unexpected to hear those words come from Faust.

Even as Faust speaks with a light casual tone, a hint of self-deprecation flickers on his face, as he slowly looks upward.

Up in the night sky, the enormous Great Calamity looms above, threatening to engulf us.

Faust: Looking up at the moon… makes me feel uncomfortable, like I have an ache in the depths of my heart.

That’s why, with this as a side dish, I thought I’d direct a complaint or two toward the Calamity.

That’s it, there’s no more to it.

Lennox: ……

Bradley: Hmph. If that’s what yer havin’ as a side dish, it’ll only make the booze taste like shit.

Even at a feast, yer still a damn miserable son of a bitch.

Akira: ……!

I turn around at the sound of the familiar voice coming from behind us. Faust also gazes deep into the forest, where it originates from.

Lennox: Bradley… Could it be, you were blown away by a sneeze again?

Bradley: Well, that’s about the gist of it. ’M not very happy ’bout it.

Bradley says this nonchalantly, as he steps out of the woods with ease.

Bradley: Y’all got a depressing look on yer faces. I can get why you feel such resentment, though.

I was hurt too, but the eastern curse worker was almost killed by that damn moon.

Faust: That’s right. However, ultimately I didn’t end up dying.

Faust mumbles as he casts his eyes downward, then he abruptly fumbles with his sleeve to retrieve something.

Faust: Come to think of it, I picked this up earlier. Is it yours?

Akira: Oh, my handkerchief…! Thank you so much, I was searching for this.

Lennox: I’m glad you were able to successfully find it.

Akira: Yes! Lennox you too, thanks so much for keeping me company while searching for it.

Faust: In that case, if you’ve finished with your business you shouldn’t linger for long. Please head back to the Wizard Manor as soon as possible…

Bradley: Huh, there’s some good booze ‘ere.

Interrupting Faust, Bradley steps forward before the bonfire. He quickly crouches down to judge the bottles of alcohol lined up.

Faust: Oi, don’t go rummaging. There’s no liquor here for thieves.

Bradley: It’s good, ain’t it? If ya went to the extent to pull all this out, it’ll be hard to bring it back. I’ll lend a helpin’ hand.

Akira: Ah… Well, I’ll help you tidy up too. I think we’re all about finished for the day.

While saying this, I reach for the items scattered around me. Then, Faust’s sharp voice rings out.

Faust: Stop, don’t touch that!

Akira: Ah, I’m sorry…!

In response to the unexpected menacing look, my shoulders jumped. Faust looks taken aback, his words muddled.

Faust: Apologies… I didn’t mean to frighten you. It’s just that you shouldn’t carelessly touch a wizard’s tools like that.

Particularly when it comes to things that a curse worker like me handles.

Lennox: …Here, let me help.

The night wind is getting colder, so please head back first, Kenja-sama and Bradley. We’ll return soon.

As he speaks, a strong cold wind blows between the two of us. Bradley scratches the tip of his nose and grumbles.

Bradley: Shit, that was close. Hell, I don’t wanna be sent flyin’ again.

C’mon, Kenja. The bar at the Wizard Manor is a way better place to drink booze in than this shithole. Come ‘n get a drink with me.

Akira: O-Of course. Well then, I’ll take your word for it… Faust, Lennox. Good night, I’ll see you tomorrow.

Faust: Ah. Good night.

Lennox: Have a good night.

As we exchange salutations, Bradley, with one hand in his pocket, magically pulls out his broom.

He yanks me on by the scruff of my neck, and once I settle behind him with my legs crossed, we’re immediately lifted off the ground.

As the wind blows, I can faintly hear the sound of the bell from somewhere beneath us.

Location: Manor

And so, a few days later we’re presented with an unexpected request.

Arthur: Pure white hands creeping through the sky?

Cock Robin: Yes… It seems to be an anomaly happening in a village on the outskirts of the Central Country.

Once night falls, I was told that multiple hands emerge and creep all throughout the area.

Riquet: Are you saying that there’s no face or body, that it’s just hands?

Akira: That’s rather unsettling. It’s almost like a different sort of scary than ghosts and the like.

Rustica: When it comes to only having hands, we need to think over how to communicate with them. Rather than idle chit chat, perhaps we should use music.

Rutile: Hm, that sounds lovely! Even if you only have fingers, you can still play the piano and pluck strings.

Cain: It would surely help if they like music, wouldn’t it. Actually, what’s the situation like in the village itself?

The people gathered around to listen to the request are Rutile, Rustica, Cock Robin-san, and myself. The Central Wizards are also among us.

Cock Robin-san was originally looking for the Central Wizards and me, however, seeing Rutile and Rustica in the dining hall, he also asked them to help.

Cock Robin: It seems that the residents are so frightened by the strange sight that they’ve withdrawn into their homes.

Furthermore, some residents have even left the village after rumors spread that it was a curse of sorts…

Oz: So, the hands are just wandering about then. What’s the actual harm?

Cock Robin: Um, well… According to reports sometimes they just merely float about, but other times they draw near private homes and livestock pens.

I heard that some villagers and livestock were grabbed by the shoulders and were nearly dragged straight into darkness, and such…

Cain: That’s a rather vague report.

Cock Robin: Sorry, the contents of the report were a bit ambiguous in certain places…

Arthur: Judging from his penmanship, he may have been in a state of distraught. He must’ve been frightened, but still somehow managed to send us a letter.

Rutile: In addition, it seems that the time when the anomalies began to occur was… It says that it was after the Great Calamity came.

Riquet: I see. In that case, it’s our turn.

Cain: Yeah, we should go check it out in person. It’s most likely an after effect of the Calamity. Is that alright with you, Kenja-sama?

Akira: Yes, of course. Please, allow me to accompany you all in this investigation.

Arthur: If that’s the case, we should promptly discuss a date as soon as possible.

Since this is a Central Country affair, the participants will be Cain, Riquet… and myself. I’ll keep my identity concealed though.

Rustica: Then let me also accompany you. The wandering hands may possibly be looking for a potential dance partner.

Even for me, it’s not every day that I get the chance to have someone other than myself take my hand.

Rutile: I’m coming too! Since we just had the pleasure of talking together, I would be happy to help in any way I can.

Arthur: Thank you. It'll be reassuring having the both of you. Oz-sama, what about you?

Akira: (Ah, right… Arthur is worried about Oz’s wounds from the Calamity, since the anomaly occurs at night.)

Oz gives a slight nod toward Arthur’s concerned look. Then slowly, he looks me in the eyes.

Oz: …There are others who are more qualified for this than I am.

Oz: When it comes to curses, there’s someone whose specialty lies in them.

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[ladydragonkiller]

Good evening!

I'm sorry to get back to you so late. I've been a bit busy the past few days and haven't had time to write to you. I agree wholeheartedly with everything you said about warm colors. I love the colors of nature, the sun-warmed dirt and the streams of light through the trees. I like the colors of sunlight scattered through the air, and the yellow-oranges like nectar. I like greens too, like pine trees on a mountain road and the dark, wet warmth of moss.

Do you like spending time outside, or prefer to be indoors?

Also, if I might ask another question, have you decided what your role in this is yet? Since you have a cowboy and a knight?

Warm regards,

M. Cowboy

(p.s. One of these days, I feel like I'm going to accidentally forget to click anonymous. That would ruin the fun, wouldn't it?)

Good evening to you as well!

No worries for the delayed response! I'm not always the most punctual myself. Though I must admit to wondering (and looking forward to) when you'd next reply. I hope it was the good sort of busy, or at least that it's calmed down now!

I am going to sit in these descriptions like a warm bath. I agree, rebog.

I enjoy both, but do start to get a bit stir-crazy if I'm indoors 24/7. I've got a summer job at the farm that absolutely spoils me for sunlight during the warmer months, but am busy enough with school during winter that it becomes difficult to set aside time for getting a breath of fresh air.

The past few weeks, it's been warm enough that we can open the windows sporadically. This is my favorite thing. open windows my absolute beloved. someday i'll have a porch and ascend into the heavens

As I see it, there are three options (though I'm sure there are plenty others that I haven't considered). First, a pirate. This dips into the mechanisms, which is always a plus, and has some top tier aesthetics. Cowboy, knight, and pirate is a good sounding trio, a nice mixing of concepts and so on.

Second, a lady prince. This arises from a discussion I was having with a friend on discord earlier, in which we pondered the various genders that arise from attaching "lady" to traditionally male titles. However, this carries the issue of sounding a little closer in vibes to knight than cowboy, and I wouldn't want to exclude you. Also, I'm not super attached to this one in general.

Third, well. It's in the blog name, isn't it? 🐉

(that would be quite the surprise. the best i can recommend is keeping a post it on your screen, but i have a feeling that wouldn't be very efficient for 99% of your day. good luck and godspeed)

#but if you or the knight have other ideas i'd love to hear them! #imo nicknames are much more meaningful when bestowed by someone else #asks #mysterious cowboy #lovely to hear from you again!

[dunkaroonie]

(Naming the Injury)

(In The Hallway)

Chiaki: (Kch, I don’t know what I was doing. Stumbling on a step and falling like that…!

I’m thankful to be so busy lately. But I might be tired even if I think I’m okay.

Fatigue leads to paying less attention… and as a result of being careless I got hurt.

“I got hurt because I was busy” is just proof that I’m not taking care of myself. I feel sorry for myself!

When I fell, I was safe because no one was watching me.

Going forward, I need to take immediate action so now one knows I got carelessly injured.)

(Infirmatory)

Chiaki: – excuse me!

Okay, there’s no one here.

Ah, It should be okay to use the disinfectant that they have here. It seems like there are all kinds of different things nearby, so for the time being…

Unknown: Excuse~me!

Chiaki:….!?

Regrettably, I closed the curtain around the bed and hid myself.

Unknown: Hey, is anyone here? I wanted to ask where the nail clippers are~

Chiaki: Mu? This voice is very familiar

Let’s make a little gap and check the appearance

Subaru: Hm~m, where are those nail clippers? In this drawer? Or…

Chiaki: I knew it, it was Akehoshi.

Subaru: Owa!? There’s a head poking through the curtain-

If you look closely, it’s Chi-chan-senpai! Ya-hoo ⭐

Chiaki: Aah, what a mess…. ⭐

Subaru: I’m glad there’s someone here~. I came looking for nail clippers. Do you know where they are?

The tip of my nail is a bit jagged. I want to cut it because it gets caught in my clothes.

Chiaki: If it’s nail clippers, wouldn’t they be in the accessory case on the desk? The scissors are probably there too…

Ah, here we go. Here, cut your nails with these.

Subaru: Thanks, Chi-chan-senpai 🎵

… by the way, what is Chi-chan-senpai doing here? You’re in the infirmary, so are you feeling bad?

Chiaki: N, no? There is nothing wrong with me! My body, it’s the very picture of health itself!

Subaru: Eh~ Really?

Chiaki: (Gyuh, he’s suspicious of the left hand I’ve hidden behind my back!)

(“I don’t have any problems with my physical condition” isn’t exactly a lie. Is it okay though to deceive and ignore the worried feelings of Akehoshi?)

Subaru: Ji~tsu…..

Chiaki:.....

— Actually. I got injured “carelessly””. So I came to the infirmary to treat it.

Subaru: I see. Chi-chan-senpai suddenly became quiet, I thought something was wrong.

Is it your left hand that got injured? Show me, as thanks for the nail clippers I’ll take care of it.

Chiaki: U,um. It’s not a big injury.

Subaru: However, an injury is an injury. We have to take care, we’re idols.

Chiaki: …. Haha, my ears hurt. [1]

But don’t worry. No matter the circumstances, as an idol I’ll protect my face to the death….. ⭐

Subaru:Again, isn’t that the problem? Also, I’m putting a bandage on it so don’t move.

Chiaki: Mu….. Sorry.

Subaru: You were hiding it, so I thought you got injured more flashily.

In addition to your index finger, it seems like your hand is also scraped up. How did you manage to hide such an injury?

Chiaki: Uh, that is…..

(I already told Akehoshi that I “carelessly” got hurt. And, before he treated me, I lied when I got here.)

………

Subaru: You’ve gone quiet again. Why won’t you tell me?

Chiaki: That’s not it, that’s not it….! Even if you’re a friend, It’s something I don’t want people to know.

But, I won’t try to hide it by lying to you. It’s a pathetic story though.

Subaru: ….What kind of story?

Chiaki: I didn’t want anyone to know that I was hurt like this. It’s a story that I didn’t want to be seen.

I said “carelessly” earlier. It’s an injury that could have been avoided if I had been more careful. Normally I wouldn’t trip over a step like that.

…. I got hurt, barely. A-a, I thought maybe I am tired.

However, I’m busy with work and I’m tired. You wouldn’t be able to say that you were injured and careless due to fatigue.

I didn’t want anyone to know me like that…or rather. I guess I wanted to hide it. So, I immediately hid from you too.

Subaru:…..Ei-tsu.

Chiaki: —To-a!?

What what. Is it the karate trick of holding the fingers after the bandages have been applied?

Subaru:That’s right. I hope that the uncool Chi-chan senpai will disappear, that’s the trick.

Chiaki: Uncool….?

Subaru: It’s not cool to get an injury.

That’s how I know I don’t have to worry about if I’m cool, Chi-chan senpai is uncool.

Chiaki: Guh, the words of Akehoshi sting me…!

Subaru: Because the reason I’m so tired that I “carelessly” fall down is because I work so hard at every job

Take a short break so you don’t get tired, and do your best in moderation. But, I don’t think Chi-chan senpai can do that.

So, I don’t think it’s very meaningful to hide the wounds that show you’ve worked so hard and been so busy.

Chi-chan senpai always does his best, right? In that case, you should think of it as proof that you worked hard.

Chiaki: …. Evidence that I did my best.

(... there’s a point in what Akehoshi says. It’s wrong to regret that you got hurt and deny yourself that you worked hard.)

(So then, this injury is-)

Maybe it’s the mark of a man. I’ll call it that, it sounds cooler.

Subaru: ?

Chiaki: Thank you Akehoshi. Thanks to you, my feelings are soaring…. 🎵

Subaru: Uwa, wait a minute already~! Don’t suddenly hug me!

Chiaki: Don’t say that. Just accept my gratitude ….. ⭐

Subaru: Guhguh don’t squeeze so tight!

(... but, it’s been a while since I’ve been in this heat?)

(Chi-chan senpai must just be like this….. ⭐)

Idiom for “you figured me out / you caught me / “ based on your ear hurting when you hear something you don’t want to hear, like criticism.

#Naming the Injury #chiaki #subaru

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https://www.tumblr.com/thelarrylovechild-blog1/83405811896/cute-punklouis-innocentharry-by-milamint?source=share

Hii :) can you write anything inspired by this art please 🙏🏼

Don't know if my earlier ask was sent or not sorry if this is the 2nd time you're receiving my ask.

I apologize for the lateness of this! But, I can surely try to do a little something based off that!!

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Louis made his way through the park, he’d decided to take his board out for the first time in a few months. It was beautiful outside, clear skies and only a gentle breeze every so often.

It was also Friday and his boss let him off work early since things were finally slowing down at the office. What better way to spend the extra hours he had than outside skating around the park that was only a few blocks from his apartment.

It had huge sidewalks (perfect for skating and not running into people), a few basketball and tennis courts, and a decent pond in the center. But, most importantly it had a skate park.

He loved going there, but knew today probably wouldn’t be the best day to do so given that it was summer break and all the rascals were probably taking it up. Don’t get him wrong, he loved kids, but younger skaters could be punks sometimes (he would know, he was one of them). So, instead of going to the skatepark, he decided to just causally skate around the pond, turning off to the other sidewalks a few times and doing a few kick flips. Nothing too extreme, he wasn’t exactly young anymore.

One on of his laps around the pond, he noticed someone crouched on the pavement cradling their leg. He had a split second thought to just keep going around them, but concern flooded through him when he could see that their face was splotchy red and had a few tear marks falling down their cheeks.

He stopped on his board, kicked the edge of it to flip it up and caught the other end in his hand then held it horizontally against his side as he made his way towards them.

He cleared his throat, hoping to not scare them but failed when they jerked up to look at him with wide, tear-filled green eyes. “Hello, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

The man sniffled and wiped at his eyes with the back of his hands. It was then that Louis noticed the man had a flower-crown atop his head. Fucking cute. “Yeah, m’good. Tripped over the edge of the sidewalk and scrapped up my knee.”

Louis frowned and crouched down to the other man’s level. “‘M Louis.”

The man ran his eyes over Louis cautiously.

Which.. fair.

He was littered with tattoos, had an eyebrow and nose piercing and was dressed in all black.

“Harry.” He said with a sniffle.

Louis smiled, “Lovely to meet you. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Harry smiled gently, “I could use some help getting to my car, if you’re not busy.”

Louis nodded, smile widening furthermore. “I think I could assist with that.” He sat his board down on the ground, and gave it a little pat. “Hop on.”

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “What?”

Louis smile turn teasing. “If you sit on it I can pull you with the strap on your bag.”

Harry’s face contorted a bit, until it turned to understanding. “Oh.” He let out a little giggle as he pushed himself up and onto the board.

Louis grabbed the strap from Harry’s back and adjusted it so he could easily pull him along. “Alright?”

Harry gave a single nod.

Louis started to pull them towards the exit, “Where’d you park? Also, please make sure to leave a five star review to help with my ratings.”

That sent Harry into a fit of laughter and it made Louis’ chest feel warm. “Just right over there. The black Range Rover.”

Louis whistled, impressed, and peaked behind him to raise an eyebrow at Harry. “Fancy, fancy.”

Harry simply shrugged, “Worked hard for it.”

They made their way closer, and once they were at the edge of the sidewalk he stopped them and reached for Harry’s hand.

“Excellent service.” Harry said around a pleased smile as Louis hauled him off the board.

He bowed his head. “It’s what I’m here for.”

“Thank you, Louis. I appreciate your help. I think I’ve got it from here.”

Louis nodded and bent down to grab his board, when he glanced up at Harry, he was chewing on his lip. “Okay?”

Harry’s nose scrunched, “Could I get your number? You know— in case I need another ride.” He had a smug look on his face now.

Louis’ eyes widened, but he nodded nonetheless. “I think that would be alright.”

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