#PLS SIR I JUST NEED YOU TO STAND STILL AND NOT BLINK

[almond-tofuuu]

Hi, I saw you were taking requests and I was wondering if you could write something like Zayne waking up from a nightmare and MC comforting him?

Absolutely adored your sleep-aid btw!!!!

Hi hi! 🤗 Thank you for the request, hopefully you enjoy this!

And I'm glad you happy you enjoyed the sleep aid!!!

Heart's refuge

Zayne x reader

Warnings: slight description of violence/injuries, Zayne has a nightmare, slight angst, Zayne is vulnerable (pls sir stop bottling everything up) comfort, possible ooc Zayne? ig 🤷🏻‍♀️ reader comforts him, established relationship

lmk if I missed anything ☺️

It was happening again.

Zayne was frozen in place, his legs refusing to move, his body no longer under his control. He was forced to watch, powerless to help as the group of wanderers closed in around you. Forced to hear every scream of agony, every desperate plea for help, forced to witness the gruesome sight of your bloodied body being brutally tossed to the floor like a discarded doll. Only then did his legs begin to work again, allowing him to rush to your side, just in time to watch the life flicker out of your eyes, feel your body turn as cold as the ice that ran through his veins and fall limp in his arms. Zayne cradled you in his arms, bloodied hands clutching the fabric of your shirt, tears falling from his eyes as he whispered apologies over and over again.

"I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough"

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you"

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry"

Groaning softly, you blink open your eyes, allowing them to adjust to the dim lighting of Zayne's bedroom. As your sleep-addled brain slowly wakes up, you become acutely aware of the biting cold that's settled into the room, a thin layer of frost coating the blankets. A sudden whimper brings your attention to Zayne, his body lying beside yours is dusted with ice crystals, chest rising and falling rapidly, face contorted as though he's in pain. Although the sight is heartbreaking, this isn't the first time you've seen him like this, you came to learn quite early on in your relationship with the stoic doctor that he was often plagued by nightmares, horrifying images that would interrupt the few precious hours of sleep he was able to squeeze into his busy schedule.

Carefully, you grab his arm, shaking him slightly in an attempt to wake him up from whatever nightmare he was trapped in, calling his name softly at first, voice getting louder when he still didn't respond. "Zayne.... Zayne wake up!..... Zayne it's just a dream, you need to wake up sweetheart!"

Zayne bolts up from the bed, hand clutching at his chest as he gasps for air, panting wildly as he struggles to get enough oxygen into his lungs, eyes searching frantically around the room before landing on you. He stares at you for a moment, his brain, still half-asleep, attempting to separate dream from reality.

"It's okay.... It was just a dream... You're safe now" you whisper soothingly, hands gently cradling his face, brushing away the hair sticking to his sweat covered forehead. "Try to match my breathing, okay?.... In......." You take a deep breath in, smiling softly when you see his chest rise more steadily, copying you. "And out.........In.........And out, good job baby" you continue to simply breathe with him, whispering encouragement until his breathing finally returns to normal, his eyes no longer glazed over as he scans your body and face, as if he's searching for something, before you feel his body relax.

"There you go, that's better. Let me go get you some water-" as you make a move to stand, your pulled back by your hand, body falling into Zayne's chest as two strong arms wrap tightly around you, holding you against him so securely, as if he's afraid you'll slip through his fingers like smoke.

"Don't go.....just stay here.... Please" Zayne's voice, though muffled by his head buried in your neck, comes out as nothing more than a broken plea, the sound so vulnerable it makes your heart hurt. Just what kind of darkness was he forced to endure to shake him up this badly? Zayne was notorious for his self control, never showing weakness even to you, always preferring to take care of his problems quietly by himself. So to see him now, so raw and vulnerable in your arms, clinging to you as if it's you're the only thing keeping him from falling apart completely, you realised that whatever he saw in his dreams must've been harrowing.

Settling into his embrace, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, one hand rubbing soothing circles on his back whilst the other played with the soft hair at the base of his neck, feeling him sigh in content at your gentle touch. You couldn't help the fond smile that spread across your face, it still amazed you how truly adorable Zayne could be sometimes, often reminding you of a grumpy cat.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You question softly, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between you both. "You don't have to if you don't want, but I'm here for you Zayne.... You don't have to deal with everything on your own"

For a while he remains quiet, and you accept that this is yet another thing he's going to keep to himself, but after letting out a heavy sigh, you hear his murmured response.

"I don't want to talk about what I saw.... I don't want to relive it" He raises his head, piercing green eyes meeting your own, his voice raw with a vulnerability you've never heard from him before. "I need you to promise me you'll be more careful, especially when dealing with wanderers. You're always so reckless with your life and as much as I want to, I can't always be there to protect you."

Zayne's hold on you tightens, face moving closer to rest his forehead against your own, an action so simple yet it conveys a depth of emotion that words can't. His breath fans over your face as he whispers softly, voice breaking slightly as he fights to control the intensity of emotions building up within him. "Please.....I can't bear to lose you....I'm not strong enough"

#love and deepspace #zayne #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #zayne x reader #lads zayne

[inthepassengerside]

if you’re open to dom!luke pls one where you guys argue over sports teams & one day your teams are against each other & your team loses so you and luke have really nasty sex & while you’re doing it he puts on your rivals hat and says ��you look so pretty with your rivals team” or something pls and thank you

Rival

Uhm oh my gosh this was so fun to write! Hope this is what you wanted :). Feedback is appreciated, and requests are open! (Also I don’t know much about football, so ignore that part)

Warnings: dom/sub dynamic, dirty talk, unprotected sex, cocky luke, i think that’s it!

“Who’s winning?” Luke walks over to your living area holding a bowl of potato chips.

You let out a sigh before scooting over on the couch so your boyfriend has more room next to you, “You, up by seven.”

He chuckles before obnoxiously pushing his face to your cheek to kiss it. You shove him away with a pout.

“No I don’t want to hear it, it’s not fair. My team is quite literally out of their quarterback they’re obviously gonna suck. This guy is ass, you know you’re gonna win regardless.” You cross your arms over your chest, flopping back against the soft sofa.

He shoves his hand into the bowl, “You know they’re ass regardless. Quit makin’ excuses, you know even with your quarterback they’d still suck.”

“Are you kidding me right now? You’re lucky if you make it to the playoffs! Your team wins two games and all the sudden you’re hot shit! I’m tired of you belittling me cause of my team!” You shout at him. Luke teases you often about your pathetic excuse of a team, and you can admit that they weren’t the best, but he takes it too far.

Your boyfriend just shrugs, nudging you over roughly so you fall on your side. When you get back up, you see him fixing a hat with his team’s logo on it, just to ruffle his hair and place it on top of his head.

You sigh, flipping Luke off, becoming incredibly frustrated with him.

-

An hour goes by, the fourth quarter becoming an incredibly hard watch for you. You sit there in embarrassment, ready for Luke to bash you for how terrible your team played this game.

“FUCK YEAH, THAT’S IT BABY,” Luke screams, standing up as his team finally wins the game. You put your head in your hands, just extremely happy that this is over.

While Luke grabs his phone to exclaim his victory to whoever relevant, you sigh, getting up and reaching for the bowl of chips to clean up and walk away from this mess of a moment.

“A-a-ah, where are you going, pretty?” Luke somehow notices you get up, even through all the chaos going on in his cocky head.

He wraps his arm around your waist, holding you close to him steadily, but you try to wiggle out of his grasp. “Need a break from you, bein’ a real dick.” You push your head away as you feel his hold loosen.

Instead of some snarky remark you were expecting, Luke reaches for the remote beside you on the table. Without a word he shuts off the television and grabs the bowl from your hand. After all mess is cleared, you can’t even blink before you’re thrown back onto the couch that was once behind you.

You blink up at Luke, a displeased expression written all over your face. You can barely make up what to say before he’s speaking at you.

“Wipe that look off of your face. Don’t know who you are talkin’ to like that. Think you forgot who you belong to,” the hoarseness in his voice is prominent. But something about this situation that he had put you in made you want to disobey him to no extent.

You peer up at the blonde, before thinking of what to say. “I’m talking to you, sir.”

His head rolls back from above you, a groan rumbling from the back of his throat, “Are you serious right now?”

“What? You can talk to me like I’m nothing, but I say one thing and it pisses you off?” You narrow your eyes.

Luke chuckles, “Yes actually, that’s exactly what it is. Know your role little girl, all the sudden you like to misbehave? All the sudden you want to be punished?”

You shake your head, becoming even more frustrated than before, “If I stop, will you stop acting like a dick?”

A gasp can’t even leave your throat before Luke single-handedly flips your body over on the sofa so you’re on your stomach. Whenever Luke took the dominant reigns, which was usually every time you had sex, the sex was insanely good. And while you hated him at the moment, you couldn’t deny feeling yourself dripping.

“You whine about me being a dick, but it seems like that’s all you want huh? Look, you don’t even know you’re sticking your ass up for me.” There was no mercy in his voice, and you were waiting for something. Waiting for him to take care of you.

“Please,” You whine, dumbfounded.

That’s all Luke needed to hear. Pulling your short cotton shorts down your legs, a groan leaves his throat, shaking his head.

You lay there waiting for any kind of friction, before you hear him speak, “You’re fucking gushing.”

You moan loudly, his fingers immediately grazing your core over your panties. You push your hips back against his fingers as he rubs soft circles over your center.

Your whines turn into pleads, which turn into cries. After Luke’s decided you’ve been teased enough, he backs away completely. You gasp at the feeling of nothing. You feel scratched along your back, Luke motioning you to flip back over.

“G’nna fuck this attitude right out of you, yeah?” The blonde climbs on top of you, pushing your house tee up above your breasts. Suckling and fondling each of them, he pushes your shirt over your head completely, now in nothing but your panties. Those don’t last long on your body as well, Luke slowly edging the simple cotton off of your body, kissing down your legs.

Paying attention to every spot, his lips don’t hesitate to suck little marks into your legs.

“So,”

Kiss

“Fuckin’,”

Kiss

“Pretty.”

Kiss

Your hands are quick to find his fluff of hair, ruffling your hands through his locks before slowly pulling him back up to you.

“Mm, please fuck me,” You mumble, pushing his head down to yours to meet in a kiss.

Your tongues dance before he’s off you again, dragging his black sweatpants and boxers down his legs, granting your wish, “Of course.”

His tip nudges your center before pushing in, simultaneous gasps leaving both your lips at the contact.

“Shit,” he lets out, pushing his hips forward. You stretch around him to accommodate his size, your cunt never getting used to how big he is. Every time Luke is inside you, he’ll always be surprised with how tight you are.

You feel the sweat beads along your forehead, making this moment so much more sensual for the two of you, “Oh fuck.”

Luke peers up at you once he’s sunk into you to the hilt, a quiet hiss leaving his hips waiting for your approval to continue and move.

You nod up at him, assuring him he’s okay to start, but his thrusts begin at a rather rough pace. The trance he had you in for the last few moments have made you completely disregard why you were doing this in the first place. Luke was just as frustrated with you as you were with him, so why did you expect him to be slow now?

Your moans tumble out of your mouth like chants, desperately slapping your hands up at Luke’s bare chest because it’s so hard to take this kind of pleasure so unexpectedly.

“You fuckin’ wanted this. Take it,” His hair hangs low in front of his face, blonde loose curls now fallen straight because of the sweat that had formed from the heat of the moment.

Just as you thought Luke was making up for his ignorant behavior, he does the unexpected, reaching over to the side of the sofa he once sat on, grabbing the snapback with his teams logo on it, placing it on his mess of a head.

“You still hate me? Still hate me when I’m making you feel good with your rivals team, huh?”

You yelp out, the only rolling your eyes can do is roll to the back of your head. “Fuck!”

Even at the incredibly rough level both your bodies are moving, the hat stays in place sat on top of Luke’s head. Until, he brings his head down to kiss you again, picking the hat off of himself and placing it on you. “Mm, look so pretty.”

You bite your lip, your mouth agape, before your eyes fall shut again. Luke forwards his right hand to your clit, rubbing fast, continuous circles on the swollen bud.

“Fuck, Lu, close,” you manage to say, breathless.

His hips ran into you faster, you swear you can feel him in your stomach. The intensity of the moment made this scene so much better. Luke’s cock ramming inside your pussy was always your favorite thing.

“Me too sweetheart,” Luke promises, his fingers relentlessly rubbing against your cunt. A near scream leaves your lips, which combined with the clenching of your pussy, sends him over the edge as well. His hips stutter before he groans, spilling inside of you.

You both catch your breaths for a moment, Luke finally opening his eyes and sharing a soft smile. “Mm, hi.”

“Hi,” You chuckle. He pulls out, a whine leaving both of your lips, before he ducks down, tasting the juices seen spilling out of you. You moan softly as he pushes his fingers into you, bringing them up for you to taste.

You suck along his fingers, maybe a bit long than intended, before you let go with a pop.

He climbs up to you, peppering soft kisses along your lips, cheeks, and jawline.

“‘m sorry for being a dick,” He mumbles. You shuffle against him, making yourself a more comfortable position.

“It’s okay, you made up for it.”

#5 seconds of summer #5sos #ashton irwin #calum hood #luke hemmings #luke hemmings smut #michael clifford #5sos smut #ashton irwin smut #calum hood smut #michael clifford smut #dom!luke #football #sports #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings x you #luke5sos #luke hemmings imagine

[elsgooglyeyes]

those three words.

summary: you take care of ellie after she returns from a tough patrol

warnings: 2 usages of “f*ck” but other than that just pure fluff! ALSO ellie has a hard time with her feelings and admitting things pls keep that in mind...

a/n: this is litchrally my first fic i've ever written (pls be nice) but this has been my nighttime scenario for a while now, so i thought id be self-indulgent and write it, then share it with you all :)

wc: 1k

most of your evenings are spent waiting on ellie to return from patrol, but rarely do you ever have to wait this long for her. the time passes slowly as you read the old, dusted book in your hands, sitting on the couch. legs swinging off the side to the beat of the old grandfather clock. as minutes begin to feel like hours, your worry for ellie starts to creep into every crevice of your mind; reading paragraphs multiple times and accidentally skipping lines to the point where it feels like you’re reading ancient wizardry spells written for only the most talented of warlocks. while that is dramatic, it’s true.

“fuck it,” closing your book you begin to stand up when you hear the front door click open.

“els,” you breathe out, the worry washing away only to immediately return when you see the state she’s in. blood and dirt cake her entire body and face, clothes disheveled. rushing to her, you attempt to get the spaced out girl’s attention. you place both hands on her face, checking for any serious injuries.

“‘m fine babe. just some fuckin’ clickers ambushed us…” ellie mutters to you, seemingly in another world, completely out of it. whether it’s exhaustion or trauma or whatever, you’re not sure. regardless, you pull her to the couch and tell her to sit down.

“i promise i’m okay…let’s just get ready for bed,” she sighs to you but you refuse to listen to her.

“i said sit,” your sudden tone shift causes ellie to snap back to reality, slightly smirking as she sits down. “and take off your shoes.” you give her a small smile to backtrack your stern demand, and tell her to wait there as you rush to the bathroom to grab a washcloth. the adrenaline begins to wear off as the warm water washes over the cloth and your hands. blinking back the sudden tears you turn off the faucet, what if she wasn’t able to fend them off? you think. you’ve always known ellie to be able to care for herself and have the skills to take down anything and anyone, but what if one time she isn’t able to? all it takes is one time…

shaking your head you squeeze the excess water and head back to the couch. ellie was still sitting there, fidgeting with her hands, trying to get the dirt, or blood, out of her fingernails. feeling the couch dip she looks up at you, an emotion deep in her eyes that you can’t quite place.

“can i clean you up? is that okay?” you ask, receiving a curt nod in response. slowly and quietly you begin to wash off the muck on her face and hands. even though there’s no talking between the two of you, it’s not needed. the silence is comfortable.

after the final swipe you deem her cleaned up. placing the washcloth down you bring her face to look at you.

“there, all cleaned up,” you sigh, kissing her forehead “my beautiful girl.”

ellie smiles at you, bringing her hands up to hold onto your arms. ellie is always taking care of others to the point where she refuses to accept any help for herself. she doesn’t want to appear weak. however, when it comes to you, all her inhibitions disappear. she wants you to take of her, be there for her, but she would never admit it out loud. she knows she needs to fix that aspect of her, she’s still working on it, trust. nevertheless, you know deep down she needs it, whether she admits it out loud or not.

“let’s get you changed, yeah? wait here…again. don’t move!” you point at her, making it clear that you weren’t playing around. she chuckles softly and jokingly mumbles a “yes sir.”

as she waits for you to bring out fresh clothes she removes her flannel, left in just her dirty white tank top. she balls up the outer layer and throws it somewhere in the room, tomorrow’s problem, she thinks. her eyes are then caught by the dirty washcloth sitting on the floor next to her. a crease forms between her eyebrows as she thinks about you and only you, which is usually the case. you take up every aspect of her mind at all times. when on patrol she only thinks how she has to get back to you.

oh, she would love this, she thinks when seeing a flower on a walk.

god, i wish she was here, she’d make this interesting, she thinks when she’s stuck in a boring conversation with joel and tommy. 

interrupting her thoughts, you rush out with a big t-shirt and boxers for her to change into.

“thank you baby,” she takes a long pause, “i love you.” ellie says to you softly. a smile immediately creeps up onto your face, unable to hold it back. those three words haven’t been exchanged between you yet. well, you’ve said it, she hasn’t. after the time you’ve spent with ellie, you’ve realized she has a tough time with stating her feelings candidly. but, you just gave her time, knowing that’s what she needed.

“i love you, so much,” you reply giving her space to change quickly. as soon as she changes ellie has you in her arms and her lips are on yours. it’s soft and delicate, her hands cupping your face. pulling away you notice that same emotion from earlier in her eyes and realize exactly what it is, love. it’s love in her eyes.

she leads you to the bed and you fall together, cuddling into your scratchy, wool blanket. legs intertwined, you play with her hair, finding solace in the mundane moments with her, such as this. breaths synced, and just staring at each other, admiring the other’s beauty. you try to memorize her freckles, instinctively reaching up to draw constellations in them. she scrunches her nose and catches your hand to place soft kisses on your fingertips and knuckles. pulling you in closer she whispers, “i love you. i love you i love you i love you,” finally comfortable with speaking her feelings.

she kisses your face over and over again, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks. cuddling into her chest you slowly drift off to sleep to the sound of her strong heartbeat.

i love you.

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #tlou fanfiction #ellie williams x female reader

[amaya-7]

How the Hashira’s act when jealous !!

Characters: renkogu, mitsuri, obanai, giyuu, muichiro, shinobu, sanemi

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CW: Explicit language, blasphemy, reader is fem!leaning, a sprinkle of suggestive content (literally the size of dust dw), Muichiro is a menace to society, su1c1de is mentioned sarcastically

- Lmk if I missed anything

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Giyuu ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

➶ My guy is NOT having it

➶ Hmm

➶ He’ll probably just stare at the person who’s making him jealous

➶ He’s not blinking

➶ He’s not breathing

➶ Pls breath

➶ It’s like, you know that look your mother (or parent) gave you when little 12yr old you flipped them off behind their back and they turned around? You learned your lesson that day.

➶ That is the look Giyuu has on his face

➶ Good lord

➶ You’re looking in between him and the other dude and notice that they’re both just staring at each other

➶ Like, c’mon now

➶ They’re like lizards or something

➶ But in his head, you’re the one person who can put up with him and his questionable social skills

➶ His luck can’t get that good again, so if this other guys thinks he has a chance

➶ Giyuu will be ready to rumble

➶ And by that I mean he’s walking away (with you ofc)

➶ You ask him if he’s okay afterwards because wtf

➶ He’s just “yeah >:(”

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Shinobu ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

✾ You’re both down at the local markets to stock up her pharmaceuticals and this person just won’t stop staring at you?

✾ Oh? And now they have the audacity to come and strike up a conversation? WITH YOU?

✾ “I know where you live”

✾ Help? 😭

✾ That person looks at her and asks what she said and Shinobu’s just like “oh nothing, nothing! 🥰”

✾ She’s not the most physically affectionate person

✾ But she will make a point of standing closer than is needed next to you

✾ That person says something funny? She lightly laughing along, covering her mouth with her free hand girlishly

✾ But don’t be fooled

✾ She’s trying her best to suppress the enormous boner her middle finger has rn

✾ She’s adjusting her kimono that she wears for going into town, she’s clearing her throat lightly, she’s brushing dust off of your shoulder

✾ Miss girl is giving every sign under the sun that she doesn’t give a shit about your pursuer

✾ If they haven’t gotten the hint that Shinobu is telling them to fly away,

✾ She’ll give an “Oh, how impressive! Though we would love to hear you mention that for the 4th time again, I think it’s really time for us to get a move on.”

✾ And she’s giving them that smile

✾ ‘time to go before I lose my shit :)’

✾ Is what she’s really thinking

✾ Props to her for that insane self control

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Rengoku ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

҉ Imagine a big wall

҉ And on that big wall is written “thou cock, shall be blocked!”

҉ It’s him

҉ He’s eccentric in his persona, we all know that

҉ So say someone walks up to you

҉ They’re so blinded by love at first sight that they don’t notice the massive, 5’10, 72kg, gorgeously muscled, face carved by angels themselves, man standing next to you

҉ Seriously

҉ It’s like trying to compare a cactus to Jesus

҉ Kyojuro just watches at first, a little sickly feeling in his stomach

҉ The person is literally about to get on their knees for you

҉ But Kyojuro says no 🙅‍♀️

҉ “Surely you have better things to do with your life, my good sir! Stealing another man’s partner can’t be your top priority!”

҉ You look at him and then the guy

҉ The guy is staring at Kyojuro

҉ “That is my partner!” He continues

҉ “For me!”

҉ Please we get it

҉ Bro was so quick to shatter his heart

҉ The other guy is just standing there, eyebrows furrowed while Kyojuro beams at him

҉ “Can we go…?” You say

҉ “We can go wherever you wish my love!”

҉ It’s just overkill at this point

҉ The other guy will never recover

҉ Even though Kyojuro is feeling petty, he’ll still give the guy a pat on the shoulder as you both walk off

҉ Because his heart weighs 24kg of pure gold

҉ I’m so in love

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Mitsuri ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

❥ Like her teacher, she has a heart of pure gold

❥ Her getting jealous would be very different to everyone else

❥ She’d probably get sad

❥ My poor pookie

❥ You’re both strolling through a nearby town on her day off, holding hands, hearts in both of your eyes, frolicking near the food stalls

❥ And all of a sudden

❥ Your shoulder is being touched by someone other than the love of your life

❥ Awful

❥ Sacrilegious

❥ The person is obviously under the influence of alcohol

❥ On a Tuesday afternoon nevertheless

❥ They’re asking you to ditch your “friend” and go have fun with them

❥ You decline, Mitsuri steps in to clarify that you’re courting, but the person just doesn’t get it?

❥ You call them a creep (along with a few more colourful words) and leave

❥ You notice that Mitsuri is pretty quiet

❥ So you ask her if she’s okay

❥ “I-if I’M okay? I should be asking you that! I’m so sorry I didn’t step in more! People like that are just the worst! They should be treated the same as demons for violating human beings like that! Ohhhh, if I ever see that fiddle-faddle-fuc-”

❥ So, you do eventually calm her down

❥ You can tell that she’s a bit more than jealous; her pride, ego, and self-esteem took a small hit too

❥ So you comfort her like the loving partner you are, and she brings her love to the table too

❥ You both end up gushing over each other in squeals and tears

❥ It’s back to a world made of cotton candy and butterflies with you two

❥ There’s a few civilian side-eyes

❥ But who gives a shit when love conquers all

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Obanai ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

୭ LMFAOOO

୭ He is letting mental middle fingers fly into the world

୭ Someone is getting a little too friendly with you

୭ Do you see that big rock on the ground? Because Obanai definitely does ‼️

୭ He’ll be making voodoo dolls later if this keeps up

୭ Be stringing them together while humming a little tune, distant screams in the background

୭ However, his posture isn’t aggressive at all

୭ But it’s definitely threatening

୭ Slightly hunched shoulders, eyes nothing more than slits, an ominous aura surrounding him

୭ You, on the other hand, look like a ray of fucking sunshine!

୭ You’re being polite, bowing slightly in appreciation whenever you’re complimented, laughing at the persons witty remarks

୭ Physical representation of Yin & Yang

୭ The other person thinks they hear a bee buzzing around

୭ It’s actually Obanai mumbling curses and casting spells

୭ Bro’s a witch ‼️

୭ Now, this man would kiss the ground you walked on if it was socially acceptable

୭ So to see someone else act like they would do that?

୭ Nah

୭ He’s letting Kaburamaru loose as you speak

୭ Just kidding

୭ He knows you would beat his ass if he did that

୭ Hashira or not

୭ So when he’s decided that the moment was long overdue, he puts a hand on your lower back and guides you away from the parasite

୭ He later found out that said “parasite” was just your cousin

୭ He misread the situation so bad

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Sanemi ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

༄ؘ Good

༄ؘ Fucking

༄ؘ Luck

༄ؘ It’s common knowledge that he has some mental alpha male shit going on

༄ؘ Heard of the saying ‘Don’t poke a sleeping bear’?

༄ؘ Well what if I told you that bear was awake

༄ؘ And it just let it’s food run away

༄ؘ And it’s been poked by 263 other sticks

༄ؘ And it’s on fire

༄ؘ Does this remind you of anyone?

༄ؘ It is on SITE if someone makes him jealous

༄ؘ The problem will be dealt in 3 seconds. Permanently.

༄ؘ Jk Sanemi wouldn’t go that far. He’s just a ‘lil boi

༄ؘ I feel like he would jump to conclusions too quickly like I mentioned with Iguro

༄ؘ But he would be very confronting about his anger towards the person who’s completely disregarding his presence

༄ؘ He’s immediately speaking up

༄ؘ Ain’t got no time to be brushed off

༄ؘ “Huh? You’re not going to compliment my attire too? Careful, I might start thinking you’re trying to take something that’s not yours.”

༄ؘ “You’re a funny one, aren’t you? It’s a shame I didn’t laugh. Let’s go somewhere else and I can show you how real men make jokes.”

༄ؘ He’s got the other dude shitting bricks

༄ؘ Sanemi is definitely the scariest of them all, but when it boils down to it, he’s just growing tough skin so the people he loves don’t have to

༄ؘ But, it might be best to keep him away from public spaces

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Muichiro ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

✧ The sass is astronomical

✧ The sarcasm is absolutely brutal

✧ The amount of roasts this boy throws around will fund firefighters pay checks for years

✧ Absolute legend

✧ He see’s that you’re not paying enough attention to him? That guy on the train is talking to you about that hobby you share for too long?

✧ No one is safe

✧ “Maybe if you went outside more you’d have more than one topic to discuss.”

✧ “You enjoy travelling? You couldn’t find your way out of a paper bag with a lamp and map if you tried.”

✧ “Sharp as a marble, that one.”

✧ “Oh I’m sure you’ll go far someday. And I really hope you stay there.”

✧ People around you are gasping left, right and centre

✧ You feel the need to apologise with seppaku atp

✧ There’s just no other way to atone for those spitballs of fire

✧ Might as well be a dragon

✧ “Sorry everyone, he’s just hungry..”

✧ He ain’t hungry he’s just like that

✧ The other guy on the train stops talking to you because that would be suicide

✧ You notice that Muichiro’s mood has lifted incredibly

✧ “Why did you do that?”

✧ “I don’t appreciate being treated like I’m not here.”

✧ Yes ur majesty

✧ “Anyways, I brought a board to play shogi with so let’s do that to pass some time!”

✧ Yes!! Let’s pretend the guy you just roasted alive isn’t sobbing into a napkin over there

✧ He’s just an angsty teen boy who needs your attention to live apparently

✧ He’s also petty and isn’t above disrespecting his elders (as we’ve previously seen)

✧ So, be careful with dividing your attention because the consequences are mortifying 💀

#hashira #pillars #kny headcanons #Muichiro #mitsuri #obanai #rengoku #Giyuu #Sanemi #headcanon #cannon #viral #demon slayer #anime #jealousy #kimetsu icons #kimetsu no yaiba #kny

[izzy-b-hands]

Crossed

Weird roadtrip au kind of thing??? in small random scenes?

TW for a moment of emetophobia in one scene

eventual steddyhands.

pls know that this entire fic literally only stemmed from me thinking abt Con doing that arm around the passenger seat thing while backing up a car and going 😳 😍👀 over it. That's it. It's been three days ajsndnfngn

anyway pls enjoy

---

"I don't mind driving," Izzy mocks himself. "Why did you say that? Why would you ever say that?"

"Do you not like driving?"

Izzy jumps at the sound of Frenchie's voice. "Thought you were helping order food."

"There's a slight argument over fries and them being salted or not," Frenchie says. "And it was getting..."

"Uncomfortable?"

"Putting it mildly considering it's literally just fries and Roach literally carries packets of salt and pepper and other stuff with him because...well, Roach," Frenchie replies. "I think we've been in the car too long."

They have, all of them, almost definitely. But Stede insisted that a cross country trip to a country none of them had been to would be good for them all. Bonding and fun and freedom!

Except he chose the United States, aka the biggest fucking desert of a country Izzy's ever had the displeasure to drive through. Not that it's all actually desert of course, but with how far away some cities are from the next, it may as well be.

Add in highway hypnosis now in the prairie states, and Izzy...Izzy is done.

"We've got to get to California yet," Izzy says. "Or Washington. Not sure if Stede and Ed have finally decided."

"How close are we?"

"We," Izzy announces as he peers at the maps app on his phone. "Are currently in Minnesota. That is approximately...1,400 miles and some change away. If we drive without stopping, it says we could get there in less than a day."

"Yeah, in an empty car that'll roll off a cliff into the sea," Frenchie snorts. "Well, not empty I guess. I think we'll all have killed each other by then, without a single break. So our corpses would be in there. Bloodstained windows the only sign of life as we roll through town..."

Izzy stares at Frenchie. "I think we should stick to taking breaks."

"Probably should."

--

"Seriously?" Izzy scoffs. "We were pulled to the side of the road before I started eating! The car is off!"

"All I see is a driver, in the driver's seat, eating. That's illegal here," the cop replies, shoving a ticket at him. "Not sure what else you expected."

"I expected after hours of driving while my food got cold, I could pull into an empty gravel fucking field near the highway and eat," Izzy scowls.

The cop studies him. "Step out of the car."

"Oh for fuck's sake-"

"Sir, I do not appreciate that tone. Out of the car, now."

Izzy looks back to his sleeping companions, all apparently out hard enough that none of this has so much as made them blink an eye open.

He steps out and hands over everything the cop asks for, down to his passport. Then he leans on the car and waits while everything is looked over.

And waits.

And waits.

And waits.

"What on earth are you doing out there?"

Izzy peers into the car. "How did you get to the front seat, Bonnet?"

"Crawled."

"Why?"

Stede pauses. "I'm not sure. I think I was still half asleep."

"Well, I'm in trouble for daring to eat in a stopped vehicle," Izzy mutters. "Asshole has been over at his car for ages now, 'checking documentation.' Surprised he didn't ask for-"

"Sir?" the cop trundles over. "I'm gonna need the paperwork for everyone in the car, and I've called a drug dog as I have reason to suspect you might be carrying something we don't want in this state."

Izzy gestures to Stede. "See?"

Stede clambers out of the driver's side door awkwardly to stand by Izzy. "Let me handle this! Sir, sir! I need to speak with you about this before you escalate things!"

The cop turns to them. "I'm escalating things?! Who the fuck even are you; where did you come from?"

Stede scoffs. "The car! Where else? Now this is a silly misunderstanding and I want this resolved!"

The cop blinks, then smirks with a lick of his lips. "Everyone out of the car."

"What?" Stede asks, clearly aghast.

"OUT OF THE CAR, NOW!"

"What did you two do?" Ed asks groggily as everyone makes a half asleep panic dash out of the car.

"I was eating," Izzy replies. It's not a lie.

"I got out of the car," Stede says.

Also not a lie.

Ed frowns. "I don't believe either of you, but I'm too cold and tired to dig into this. Can we just bribe him and leave?"

"Ed!" Stede hisses, then pauses. "Oh. You did read about that being done in the States now and again, didn't you?"

"I did. We don't plan to come back here, right?"

"Absolutely not," Izzy says, before Stede can make any differing plans for them.

"Then let's try it," Ed sighs, arms wrapped around himself in his oversized hoodie. "I want to go back to sleep. At this rate, I might be doing that in a jail cell no matter what."

Stede is the one to step forward, a couple of hundreds in his palm. "Um. Sir?"

Ten minutes later, they're a few hundred poorer and back on the road.

"Thank fuck that worked," Ed sighs in the backseat, snuggled against Wee John and Frenchie. "Now hopefully he doesn't realise those are the fakes Frenchie made up."

Stede, now up front in the passenger seat beside Izzy, shoots him a look.

Izzy presses the gas pedal slightly harder, and focuses on how many miles are left to get them out of North Dakota.

--

"Why is this place so much?" The Swede mutters. "Too much land."

"Too much to drive across," Izzy agrees. "They all out again?"

The Swede nods towards the backseat. "Think the food at the diner did it. So much food..."

"Stede wants us to experience the richness of the country," Izzy sighs. "And that was all certainly rich."

"He kept the leftovers in the cooler," The Swede mutters. "I can't. Maybe tomorrow I could try more, but I don't think I'll even be hungry for dinner."

"Buttons will eat whatever the rest of us can't," Izzy says. "Buttons with his iron stomach."

There's a tense pause, and Izzy instinctively slows the car just slightly.

"About to be sick?" The Swede asks. "Me too."

"Yup, give me a second to get us pulled off the road."

--

"We've decided on Washington!" Ed announces. "For sure this time."

"Please," Izzy mutters. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, you can put this town into the GPS," Stede adds, handing over a sticky note with a hastily scribbled name on it.

"This isn't in Washington," Izzy says. "This is in Oregon."

"Portland?" Stede wrinkles his nose. "No, we have it right."

"There was some sketch show literally set there," Jim says. "With the town name in the show name. That made clear the town is in Oregon."

"Was it any good?" Roach asks.

"I'm curious too," Stede says.

"Look," Izzy says, just loud enough to be heard over the beginning din. "I will drive to one state. Choose one. Google the fucking city and make sure of where it is. Otherwise I decide which city we stop at."

"Geez, fine Dad," Frenchie snorts. "Will you turn the car around next?"

"Yeah," Izzy whips around in his seat to stare Frenchie down. "Yeah. I fuckin' will. And then we'll have to spend another fucking...I don't even know how many hours in this car!"

He regrets it immediately. "Fuck. Frenchie, I'm sorry. And Bonnet-"

"No," Stede hesitates. "This was maybe too much all at once."

"No, it," Izzy splutters. "It... I'm just tired."

"I think we all are," Fang says softly. "Why don't we find an actual hotel instead of sleeping in the car, and start fresh tomorrow?"

"I can cover it," Izzy says, and puts the car back into gear before anyone can argue. Normally he'd have no wish to stay any longer in a place as bland as Idaho, but desperate times and desperate measures.

--

"Izzy," Stede sighs. "What is this I hear about you not buying yourself a room?"

"I'm good in the car," Izzy says through a mouthful of stale danish stolen from an ice cold brunch platter in the hotel lobby. "I haven't gotten to fully lay down in the backseat once yet. I'm excited for it."

"You're not serious."

"As serious as I am about stealing the rest of these when the clerk goes back into their office," Izzy gestures towards the remaining four danishes. "Fucking starving."

"I noticed you didn't eat much at the last drive thru," Stede says, arms crossed, bouncing lightly on his feet. "What's that about?"

"Only had time for a bite if we wanted to stay on schedule," Izzy replies. "And I wasn't going to try and eat in the car again after that last incident."

"Come on," Stede holds out his hand. "You accidentally got Ed and I a room with two queens."

"So long as you two are in there, yeah."

Stede snorts. "Well, we need a third one in there with us."

"You're okay sharing a bed with me?"

"What on earth do you mean?" Stede asks. "Ed-"

"Likes to sprawl out. And hasn't been able to for days on end. I got you two beds in the room for a reason."

"He'll end up on one alone, stretched out every which way," Stede says. "Never mind, good call."

"You still want to share with me?"

"I am not letting you sleep in the car," Stede replies, and snags his hand. "Forget the danishes. I told the clerk to switch out your credit card for mine for the rest of the charges on our room. They have room service until midnight, and it's only ten right now..."

"You'll spoil me," Izzy chuckles, but he's happily surprised. "I am sorry. About the thing in the car. This hasn't been all bad by any stretch."

"Yeah, but it has been...intense," Stede says as they wait for an elevator. "Maybe next trip, we pick one city and stay there for a week, hm?"

"Where do you have in mind?"

"I don't know. New Orleans?"

"It'll either be amazing or a complete disaster," Izzy says. "As long as someone else does more of the driving, I'll go."

"Good," Stede grins as they step into the first elevator and head up to the twelfth floor. "It might be an amazing disaster, you know."

"True," Izzy smiles.

"I was planning to give Ed a blowjob in Storyville, so long as I can find an appropriate place for it," Stede continues, leading Izzy out of the elevator and towards their room. "I'd love to do the same for you."

"What?"

"Iz!" Ed shouts as Stede opens the door. "I'm glad you listened to him and came up!"

"Did you hear him?" Izzy asks.

"About the blowjobs? Yeah," Ed smiles. "Come lay down! We've got bad movies to watch and room service to order."

"Okay," Izzy lets the tension flow out of his shoulders for the first time in days. "That all sounds good...blowjob included."

--

"This," Izzy sighs. "Isn't bad at all."

"That's it?" Ed giggles. "Poetry, Iz."

"Shush," Izzy scolds him playfully, tucked against him by Ed's arm around his waist.

On his other side is Bonnet, taking in the view of the sea from the grass and rocks near West Point Lighthouse.

"It was worth it," Frenchie says as he and Wee John pass by them to head back closer to the lighthouse. "By the way. Thanks for this, Stede."

"And Izzy, for doing so much driving!" Stede adds as they walk away. "Ah. Sorry about that."

"S'alright," Izzy says. "I know they're glad they didn't have to do much of it."

"I know it's sort of cold," Ed says. "But you guys wanna sit here for a little bit longer?"

Stede nods. "Everyone is either doing the same or wandering it seems. I think we have the time."

They carefully settle themselves down onto the ground, before resuming their previous snuggle.

"I know we had planned to fly out in the next day or so," Izzy says. "But maybe we stay an extra few days."

"I told you he was still having fun," Ed faux whispers and gently jabs Stede. "See?"

"I think that would be lovely," Stede smiles. "We'll get some hotel rooms and make another few days of it here."

Izzy nods and lets himself fully relax into Ed, listening to the crash of the waves.

#text post #ofmd fic #this...was not supposed to get this long #I've been working on it for three days when i wanted it done in an hour when i first started it #anyway!!! #steddyhands #by the end at least lol #i will get this up on my ao3 too just probably not anymore tonight nabsjfnf

[ttuesday]

me: I can’t wait to take some great pics of Arthur :D

Arthur:

#Arthur P L E A S E #I JUST WANT TO TAKE NICE PICTURES #WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME #PLS SIR I JUST NEED YOU TO STAND STILL AND NOT BLINK #IT LOOKS LIKE HE DOESNT EVEN HAVE A NECK IN THE FIRST PIC #Arthur’s doing this to me on purpose #arthur morgan #rdr2 #rdr photo mode #i’m shitposting again

[bowandcurtsey]

Hi Aine! Can I request for Fuego, Nozel, Yami n Julius with a very kind airhead innocent reader, pls. Maybe they r on a mission n on the way back they need to buy stuff for the squad but the bad guys try to misbehave with her and she doesn't realise at all. The BC boys notice it though..u can choose how it ends. Protective BC boys fluff pls. I love ur writing. It's my daily dose of dopamine :D. I'm sorry if this request has already come in. I faced issues n wasn't sure if u got it the 1st time

Hello lovely bby <3 The request is for 3 so I'll pick 3! & thank you for loving my writing, I had to google what's dopamine haha!! "Dopamine is an important brain chemical that influences your mood and feelings of reward and motivation."

HAHA! It's so cute, thank you for making my works your reward, I hope I don't disappoint you with your request! (♡⸃ ◡ ⸂♡)

Nozel | Yami | Julius x F! reader

tw: profanities

Nozel Silva

He looked at you, so kind and selfless, helping out those that you thought were in need, but those bastards just had to take advantage of you. Ogling at your behind while you tried to help them.

He wrapped all the 3 idiots in his mercury magic.

"Like looking?" they were faced with a menacing eagle, it's beak inches away from their face.

"W-what are you talking about Sir Nozel?!"

"unremorseful, i see." his face a look of disgust. He brought them to the highest tower in the clover kingdom, Removed their grimoires from them and left them tied to the tower. "Enjoy the view from here."

You looked at your boyfriend, dumbfounded. You blinked your eyes blankly at him.

"They were looking at you. Don't be so helpful next time."

"But we as magic knights need to help those in need..." you stopped as you were met with a glare from the Silver Eagle Captain. "Okay, I'm sorry.."

"Some people are just taking advantage, be careful." he took your hand and summoned his mercury eagle, pulling you close to him as he travelled back home. He certainly did not like anyone else besides him looking at you.

Yami Sukehiro

Yami was also the type to look at pretty girls, because what's the harm in looking at pretty things, right? But ever since he had you and you always had guys looking at you, he stopped doing that altogether. His eyes were always on you.

But he knew when guys had not good intentions when they stared at you. However, you were more of an airhead than he was, so as your man of course he's gonna stand in to protect you.

Some men had purposely dropped their stuff in front of you so that you would help them to pick it up, and they started gawking at your pretty ass.

Yami pulled them up from behind, one man in each arm. They were hanging from their belts feeling the menacing mana of Yami. The ground was shaking from his wrath.

"Sorry, but that ass that you're staring at, belongs to me." Yami spoke in a low voice.

You spun around, hearing what you man said.

"What are you talking about, Yami?" you asked innocently.

Yami sighed, "don't go around helping other perverted men, brat."

You humphed at him for calling you a brat. But Yami was busy yeeting the two man to somewhere far away. With his strength, you wouldn't be surprised if they were almost at the borders of the Clover Kingdom.

"Only I can enjoy your view, baby," he smirked while dusting his hands.

Julius Novachrono

The wizard king was all for helping people in need. So initially he didn't realise what the scoundrels were up to as well. Until they started nudging each other behind of you.

When they passed you a banana as thanks and told you to eat it, Julius paused time for a moment and put them in only their underwear on a busy street, leaving them scrambling around like a headless chicken.

"Eh?" you were still holding your banana, "where did everyone go?"

"oh dearest," he gave you a smile, "would you not be so naive at time, what would happen to you if I weren't around?"

"But you are always around, Jul!" you flashed him a grin.

"I'm not," he argued.

"I always sense you," you shrugged as you started to peel your banana and take a bite.

Julius was a little embarrassed that all those times where he was disguised, you actually knew. He chuckled to himself.

"Oh honey, but you're exposed to all those dangers and bad people all the time, I just couldn't keep my mind at ease~"

"But really baby," you took another bite and talked with your mouthful, "what can they do to me except just tease me a little? I'm the wizard king's girlfriend afterall," you winked at him.

Marx appeared and nagged at Julius to go back.

"hehe, go get busy and don't worry about me, king~" you waved at him.

You blinked your eyes and you and Julius were both back in his office.

"I have to keep you by my side then, queen~" Julius winked back at you.

-end-

#nozel x reader #nozel silva hcs #nozel silva x reader #nozel imagine #yami x reader #yami sukehiro headcanons #yami sukehiro x reader #julius x reader #julius novachrono x reader #julius novachrono hcs #black clover headcanons #black clover imagine #black clover x reader #black clover scenarios #black clover fanfiction #black clover imagines #black clover x you

[minniepetals]

omg mafia!au and “when will you learn…” pls love u minnie <3

"When will you learn?"

Your lips press together tightly upon the sigh that leaves Seokjin's lips and you know that you've just disappointed him.

"I'm sorry," you say in a small whisper, voice almost betraying you when it hopes to crack under the second in command's stern gaze. He sighs again upon your lowered head of shame and feel his hand run through your hair, catching you off guard so you look back up at him, blinking with surprise. "U-um..."

"You know it's alright to request for help when you need it, right?" He tells you in a firm but gentle tone. "It was foolish of you to run into that all alone. What if you hadn't come back out alive?"

"But I—"

"This time it's just an injury, but next time you might have your leg broken." You stare at the white bandage that had been wrapped around your leg just moments before Seokjin arrived at the scene, pouting in shame.

"I'm sorry," you apologize again.

And again he lets out a sigh.

"Can you walk?"

"I-I can try."

"That means no."

"N-no, sir, I can walk on my own. I'm perfectly—" Despite trying to convince him otherwise, you find yourself held up in the arms of your boss and your face is quick to heat up. "S-sir!"

"Got a problem?" He asks nonchalantly as if carrying a lower subordinate is not a big deal but this is the second in command you're talking about! Of course it's a big deal!

Yet he acts otherwise.

You want to hide your face in shame when he walks up to the vehicle that will be transporting you back with Jungkook standing right before the door.

"Kook, put Y/N in," the older one orders and without hesitation, Jungkook too takes over carrying you as if this was no big deal.

Why aren't any of them concerned about any of this and why is Jungkook actually being extra careful when he's helping you into the car?

"Is this fine?" He asks once he's settled you in and you sit there, dumbfounded.

"Um...y-yeah. Thank you, Jeon."

"Here." He takes off his jacket and places it on you. "You look cold."

Before you can say anything, the man shuts the door for you.

Yet you're still flustered by their sudden kind gestures and tap on the window to grab his attention before he can walk off. When he turns your way, you're quick to roll the window down.

"Um..."

"Aren't you cute, blushing so easily?" Taehyung comments as he walks on over with a skip in his feet, hanging his arm over Jungkook's shoulder with a wink made your face.

Your face explodes and he laughs.

"Hoseok's driving you to make sure you get back safely so no worries, alright?"

"H-Hoseok?!" One of your bosses himself?

"Rest well, babygirl, the others are already tracking down the guy who's hurt you."

"What?" You blink. "But—"

"Boss's order," Jungkook states simply before the two of them are walking off without another word.

You sit there in the car contemplating what had just happened, replaying all the scenes in your head once again to see if you can find any sort of clue as to why they're suddenly acting like this.

And, hold on, did Taehyung call you babygirl?

#🌸 asks

[poppy-metal]

POST IT POST IT PLS I NEED EREMIN

okay so.

cw: daddy eren getting put in his place, forced vouerysim, reader being a little shit and armin having balls, smut smut smut.

I've said this already but eren is crazy possessive. Its hot but its also a problem, armin only gets to fuck you when eren is there, how eren wants, and under his control. but eren can fuck you both whenever he wants, with or without the other person present. its weird because he loves you both, he really does. he just can't stop the jealous feeling in his gut, the possessiveness over you both. your pussy is his, seeing armin fuck it always drives him crazy. armins cock is his, seeing it sink between your lips makes him want to bite you.

and a dynamic like that can only work for so long because you and armin are as in love with eachother as you are with eren. you know its his insecurity, his fear that one or both of you will leave him, realize he's no good and it breaks your hearts to know he thinks that, but you also shouldn't need to ask permission, not all the time anyway, to fuck your other boyfriend.

so it all comes down to one night. you tell eren you both wanna please daddy and to let you both take care of him tonight, you're trying something new. eren is suspicious, but he lets his hands be tied up. he starts getting worried when you gag him with your panties, straddling his hips as armin sidles up behind you, reaching his hands up your shirt to cup your tits. "you've been a bad daddy" you tell him, working your hips in small circles over his hardening cock. "not letting your boyfriend and girlfriend play together. s'mean of you"

you smile a little smugly when his eyes blaze with fire, catching on, words muffled by your panties. "oh no" you giggle and crawl off him, flopping beside him as you spread your legs for armin. "see daddy, armin and i-" you break off as armin comes down over you to kiss you, moaning into his mouth when you feel his cock tease your slick entrance. you break apart with a string of spit, turning to look at eren coyly. "-belong to eachother. not just you"

erens fists clench so hard, his gaze promising murder. but his dick twitches traitorously when he flicks his eyes down, sees your folds part around armins cock as he slowly guides it inside. you both moan like whores, armin whimpering, "so tight, angel"

"mm" you moan, lifting your hips, encouraging him deeper. "your cock feels so good-" your eyes flick to meet erens "-sir"

eren is going to murder you both, he swears it. helpless to watch you both rock against eachother, make love to eachother like he's not even there....it makes his gut clench, because you're both so fucking beautiful. armin looks like a fucking ethereal being, with his soft hair mussed up from your fingers running through it, his red bitten lips curling around moans as he fills you over and over, the flush to his skin, the sweet praise he tells you. ",so good, so good, such a good little pussy baby. for me"

and you look so fucking beautiful taking his cock, pussy fluttering and spreading around his girth, sticky lips clinging to him everytime he drags out like you need him back inside. your moans, your cries, the sheen to your skin, the lift to your hips.

its torture but its so fucking hot and he's so fucking hard. he doesn't think he's ever been more turned on watching the two people he loves most in the world make eachother feel good. he starts unintentionally rutting his own hips to match armins pace into you, he wants to demand armin go faster but he can't, forced to take in the slow pace you both have set.

It feels like fucking eons with his dick aching and balls throbbing, when you finally gasp and cling to armins shoulders, "min- min- m'coming!"

"yeah, baby" and armin looks at eren for the first time since he slid inside your warm cunt. "come on daddy's cock"

oh, you fuck. eren fumes. almost creams his boxers when you cry out and cum, armins eyes fluttering shut as he whimpers and fucks his hips hard into yours, stilling as he hunches over you and pumps you full.

the afterglow is silent, you and armin taking your sweet time while eren feels like he's dying. he doesn't know if he wants to kill you both, rip your throats out or hold you and kiss you and pound you and punish you for acting on your own and reward you for being so fucking good together and making him almost jizz himself just by looking at you.

he's still conflicted when you detangle from armin, sweaty and flushed from good sex and squeeze yourself to his side. he's practically pouting when armin crawls to his other side. you take your panties out of his mouth and kiss him before he can speak.

tracing his jaw you tell him. "we don't belong to you, daddy"

armins lips trace the shell of his ear. "you belong to us"

eren gulps. because, in this moment. yeah, that fits.

____

and really he's still mad, but he can deal with that another time. he is still that needy insecure guy after all, but you take care of him and he lets you.

for the first time in a long time he bites down on your shoulder as armin sinks his cock into him from behind. groaning when he feels your pussy clench around him from where you're pinned under his weight. he's too turned on to worry about the vulnerability of it all, how he's clearly not in control when armin grinds his dick into him, moans into his shoulder "daddy, daddy, you feel so good. you're mine. mine"

"mine too" you whimper, leaning up and begging for a kiss which eren gives you, moaning into your mouth as armins pace rocks his cock into your slick walls. "my daddy"

armin reaches around him to interlock his fingers with yours, "my baby" and you squeeze his fingers. "my minmin"

"fuck" eren groans, because he refuses to catalog it as a whimper as armin hits that spot. he eats your lips, "m'yours. all yours. whatever you want just- make me cum, let daddy cum please"

you clench around him. "say your cock belongs to us"

"it does. fuck- i-its yours"

armin nips at his neck, fucking him harder, making eren rock you up the bed. "say you like watching us fuck. say we belong to eachother"

erens is so close to coming his eyes are rolling back. "you- you belong to eachother. oh my god. baby, you're gonna make daddy cum, fuck-" he drops his head into your neck as warm spurts of cum empty inside of you, making you whine happily.

he's so fucked out, he doesn't even react when armin pulls out of him. flops back onto the bed and just moans when you straddle his face, lazily lapping at your oversensitive clit, his own cum dripping onto his tongue as you and armin kiss sloppily, your hand jerking him off, your cunt grinding into his face. armin spills into your palm and you cream all over erens tongue.

the three of you pass out in minutes.

____

when you wake up, you're cuddled next to armin. you blink blearily as you sit up, armin huffing sleepily as he cuddles close.

eren is leaning against the door frame, and he walks towards you when he sees you're awake. you blink at him when he reaches down and traces your cheek. "so, you and armin had fun last night" he says calmly. his dominance is back, you can tell, and you gulp.

"s-so did you" because you won't let him forget that.

he just smirks, crouching down so he's at eye level with you. "mm" he agrees. "I guess i did"

you start to smile "so-"

but his eyes go dark, and he grips your chin meanly "you played a mean game last night, baby. and you were the mastermind, huh? can't imagine armin would have the balls to stand up to me, know matter how much he wants your pussy. but you...." he taps your chin mockingly, "you're a scheming little brat"

you swallow as he stands back up. "what- what're you gonna do..."

he brushes a strand of your hair back from your face, glancing behind you at armin still asleep. he leans forward and pecks you. "go back to sleep" he starts to walk away, stopping at the door and turning to look at you. "you're gonna need alot of rest for the shit im gonna do. gotta show my dear girlfriend and boyfriend what happens when you piss daddy off"

#poppy speaks #didn't mean to make it this long but oh well #eren jaeger smut #armin arlert smut #eren jaeger x reader #armin arlert x reader #eren x reader x armin

[amesstm]

reacting to someone hitting on you

a/n: inspired by grown ass men hitting on me at work

✨Ushijima✨ sees how uncomfortable you are from a mile away. He only went to the bathroom for a few minutes and returned to a man trying to make a move on you. Ushijima may be bad at picking up social cues, but knows all of your cues. The way that you fiddled with your fingers and shifted side to side. He’ll simply stand behind the guy, grip rest his hand on the man’s shoulder, and simply rumble, “Please step away. You’re making my love uncomfortable.” The predator quickly becomes the prey, gulps, and stutters, “Understandable. Have a nice day.” Ushijima watches him scramble away, making you giggle and kiss him. “Thank you, guardian Angel.”

✨Atsumu✨ absolutely wants this man to know that you’re with him and only him. He casually slings an arm around your shoulders and pulls you in close. “Hey Angel, is this that friend of yers that you’ve been telling me about? The one that’s like a brother to ya?” Although you’re grateful that he stepped in, he was making this too much of a competition despite having already won. It doesn’t end there. With the most innocent smile he can muster, he adds, “Baby, ya should’ve introduced him to me sooner. He could’ve seen my games and seen how hard I serve.” You totally see the underlying threats that he’s making. So, you’re the one apologizing to the man before dragging your boyfriend away.

✨Tendo✨ eyes you two and whines as he makes his way towards you. He throws his weight onto you with his head resting on your shoulder as he innocently looks up at you. “Paradise, you said we were going to see the chocolate museum now.” The man hitting on you snickers, “Who goes to a chocolate museum?” Thrown back to his Baki Baki days, Tendo will literally snicker and quip, “Cultured people.” You step away from Tendo, who immediately crumbles, and say, “I’m calling Wakatoshi, he needs to control you right now.” Suddenly remembering the way that Wakatoshi followed your bidding last time, his eyes widen and he chases after you. “Wait - no!”

✨Daichi✨ was probably still in his cop uniform when he saw this take place. Although irritated, he maintains a calm expression as he walks towards the man, acting as if he didn’t see you. “Excuse me, sir, but you’re trespassing on private property.” The man sneers at him, “What do you mean? Can’t you see that I’m busy?” Suddenly, that calm exterior melts away and is replaced with an angry disposition. “I’ll charge you with harassment if you don’t step away from my girlfriend.” The man gulps and mutters his apologizes as he sneaks away. You only sigh, “Thanks, but really?” Your lovely boyfriend smiles in reply, “I’d do anything for you to feel and to be safe.”

✨Oikawa✨ also whines like Tendo. He wraps his arms around your waist as he hugs you from behind. Pouting, he asks, “Who is this?” Your only reply is a shrug, which shows how uncomfortable the creep made you feel if you wouldn’t even speak. “Ah, then I’ll need to take my beautiful darling away from you. We have a date.” Suddenly, the man gasps, “I knew you were Oikawa Tooru’s girlfriend!” As it turns out, the man was a fan of Oikawa and also took a liking to you. “You two make such a beautiful couple!” Fed by that compliment, Oikawa returns to his charming character. Despite how it began, Oikawa turns away with his arm still holding you, calmly smiling, “He was a nice man.”

✨Bokuto✨ is probably confused about what’s going on at first. “You’re really beautiful,” the stranger would say. Bokuto would just slide into the conversation, hearing this universal fact, and agrees, “My little owl is absolutely stunning.” Slowly, you watch your boyfriend and the person who was hitting on you talk more and more. Bokuto flaunts you like you’re all the stars in the sky to this man. If you were the subject of a museum exhibit, Bokuto was giving this man the whole (PG) tour. At the end, the stranger actually finds the overwhelming love that Bokuto has for you endearing and he’d respectfully pull away. “Awh, I didn’t know you loved me that much!” Your boyfriend blinks at you and frowns, “Then I haven’t shown you enough.”

✨Kageyama✨ comes up from behind you so silently that you don’t even notice he’s only a few inches away from you. A milk carton is in his hand and he’s simultaneously drinking and glaring at the man who’s hitting on you. No one has ever looked so intimidating while drinking milk. The stranger grows more and more anxious about the murderous aura radiating from your boyfriend that he just runs away. You whisper, “Weirdo.” Just as you turn around you bump into your boyfriend. “Oh, there you are. Sorry, that guy wasn’t letting me go.” Kageyama still has that angry expression as he crushes his carton, “I know.” Suddenly understanding what happened, you chuckle and grab his hand, “Come on, you told me that you needed more milk.”

✨Kiyoko✨ stands next to you, making the stranger hit on both of you. He’s rambling on about all of his great accomplishments and how lucky the both of you would be if you hung out with him and his friends. Your girlfriend makes eye contact with you and you telepathically have a conversation about how dumb this guy is. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, your girlfriend speaks for the first time, “I’m sorry, but she’s taken.” The stranger lifts an eyebrow and frowns, “Who’s the lucky guy?” Turning on her professional manager voice, she replies, “I’m sorry, but that’s not her type.” He only blinks, “What do you mean?” “Men.” Kiyoko kisses you, leaving the guy speechless as you two walk away.

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#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #hq ushiwaka #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x y/n #atsumu x you #atsumu miya #atsumu #satori tendo x reader #tendou x reader #tendou hcs #haikyuu tendou #oikawa x y/n #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa headcanons #haikyuu koutarou #koutarou x reader #hq tobio #kegayama tobio #tobio x y/n #tobio chan #haikyuu shimizu #kiyoko hcs #kiyoko supremacy

[lilyblyss]

Nanami Brain Rot had me pump out 1.3k words out of nowhere, and I'm not mad about it. I meant to write soft dom Nanami but idk how well that came across lol.

Word count: 1.3k

Warning: none, smut, fem reader, 18+ minors pls DNI

One undeniable truth about Nanami Kento is that he's a huge softie. He likes to hide it under his 'no-nonsense" expression and stern tone, but at the end of the day, he's as soft as the teddy bear he gifted you for your first year anniversary. When it comes to the students he's teaching (even though he insists he isn't a teacher, you can see the admiration little Yuuji has for him), when it comes to the people he saves (he never went out of his way to say what he did, but with the way he came home dirty and bloody one day, you just assumed he was some kind of superhero), and especially when it comes to you. The way he pampers and fawns over you in the quiet serenity of your shared apartment is proof enough of that. He never hesitates to spoil you rotten, and even with the façade he wears, it's very noticeable even from the outside looking in that he was absolutely wrapped around your finger.

A stipulation of that truth, however, was that your dear Nanami was also a stickler for order and control. He had his own set of rules that was okay, understandable to a sense. Greetings and goodbyes were to be met with a kiss; if he set the date, he'd foot the bill, and no, you absolutely would not pay for dessert if he bought dinner; PDA was allowed but kept to a minimum, so there were no dramatic declarations of love in the public park, and certainly no standing outside your apartment with a boombox in the rain—even though you argue it's a classic and how dare he deprive you of the simple things in life.

That doesn't mean he wasn't good to you, it just required that you be good for him as well.

You try to remember to be good for him as he once again slows his thrust to a complete stop to look at you, wiping away the slight drool falling from your parted lips, cooing about how cute you were to him. You lost count of how many times he'd edge you, keeping your legs up on his shoulders, and not batting an eye as you pulled at the shirt still sitting on his shoulders, irritated. You blink pass through tears in your eyes, throat tight as you thank him once again.

And he smiles at you, proud of you for remembering the terms of his punishment, even though it's been a while since you had on--since you needed one. "You're so good to me," he sighs. He reminds you to keep being good for him, telling you that sooner rather than later he would reward you for remembering your place.

The whole thing started because Nanami simply refused to give you the attention you wanted. Nose deep in a book about curses and the supernatural—that you couldn't for the life of you understand why he was so interested in—while you were climbing on his lap and kissing his neck so intensely. Usually, when you show initiative, Nanami is quick to give you what you want, taking control and having you crying from pleasure against whatever surface he deemed sufficient enough. You were needy and wanting, and all it would take to get rid of it was Nanami lovingly fucking you stupid like he always does.

"Not now, Y/N, after this." He groaned. Though he wrapped his arms around you, he made no move to touch you, instead reaching behind you and flipping the page of his book.

You peppered kiss upon kiss on his face, pouting against his unresponsive lips, whining loudly when all he did was plant one of his hands on your hip.

But Nanami wasn't easily moved by your pouting, nor was he giving in as you rubbed yourself so needy against his growing erection. However, when you bit the exposed bit of his neck showing through his button-down, growling, saying if he wouldn't give you the attention you wanted, you'd take it yourself, making yourself come without him. That prompted a reaction, just not one you were expecting.

He finally looked up at you, looking over the lenses of the circle frames you know he definitely doesn't need, smirking a condescending smirk to test you. And test you he did, moving you slightly to the side so you mounted his thigh.

"Well, pretty girl?" He laughed, bouncing his knee slightly, the muscles of his thighs giving you delicious friction against your clit, the only real barrier between them being your soaked panties and his slacks. "Take it, since you're so determined to be naughty. Follow through and take what you want. Show me how bad you can be."

You shiver as he teases you, tempting you to be bad, continuing to move his thigh quicker, bouncing you until you start to pant, breath hiking with each rock, and finally grinding against him. You arched your back, breast pressed against Nanami's chest, making you shiver as you felt him against you.

"Aah, please."

Nanami placed his book face down on the table, hand moving to your chin to tilt it towards him as he places hot kisses along your jaw. "Acting out, and yet you still ask for permission? Have I trained you that well? Are you that good to me?"

You didn't answer, too busy chasing the high, having him against you, paying attention to only yourself and the warmth that came from Nanami's body, even with his clothes in the way. You let out a whine when his other hand smacked against your thigh and grabbing the flesh possessively, his other on your chin tilting your head once again, lips brushing against yours.

"Where are your manners, angel? I asked you a question, and I expect an answer. Now answer me."

"Y-yes, sir… I—I'm good to you. I'm your good girl."

"That's more like it." He moved so quickly you weren't even sure how long it took him to undress you, pinning you to the couch with his gaze alone as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly. His face was soft, almost understanding, and he let you wrap your arms around his shoulder, and pull him closer. You only had a moment to appreciate the feeling of him in your arms before he pulled back, one hand running up and down the terrains of your stomach, and the other cupping the side of your neck.

"But, my good girl knows better than to tease me like that, doesn't she?"

"I… I'm sorry, sir, I was just—"

"Desperate? Poor baby… yet still." He almost purred, and you knew you were in a world of trouble as his thumb lightly pressed against your clit, slowly sliding down to your entrance, pressing just enough to tease. "My good girl should know better. Doesn't she want everything I have to give? Doesn't she know she'll only get it if she's good for me?"

You whimpered, "Y-yes, I do." It's almost a sob, and you think Nanami takes pity on you because he leaned down and kissed you, swallowing the squeal that escaped your lips when his thumb pressed into you. Your eyebrows furrowed at the angle his thumb presses against your gummy walls, but it's something and you figured beggars very well can't be choosers.

"Alright then, Y/N," he breathes against your lips, smirk back full force causing shivers down your spine. He removed his thumb, replacing it with his index and middle fingers, pushing in slowly to the first knuckle and holding them there. Just that had you squirming for more, moving your hips to try to get more friction, stilling only when Nanami commanded.

"Prove to me how good you can be. Remind me that you're my good girl. Take everything I give you without complaint, and then you'll get rewarded."

#nanami kento smut #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento #jjk nanami #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #Nanamin supremacy

[outerbankies]

omg i need to know more about rafe going to her house the next day to apologise?!!!? 🥺 i love that so much (also did he get in a lot of trouble with ward when he got home??? and how was his eye the next morning lol)

ermmm ok perhaps i lied when i said i had no more outtakes to post. here u go my beloved new light annotations anon (i did not edit this one bit and i cut it bc i didn’t think it was working so pls lower your expectations to the floor. and then go below that) originally supposed to be the second half of all i want blurb

warnings: mentions of the fight/injuries from all i want, err that should be it besides swearing?

sorry if I was harsh last night, just wanted to—

how do you feel today—

hope your dad wasn’t too upset with you—

hi rafe, feeling better? i’m sorry if—

You groaned, deleting every single text before you even sent it, throwing your phone across the couch instead.

“Uh oh,” your dad says. “Is it boy trouble? Please don’t let it be boy trouble. Not yet.”

You don’t even smile at his joke, because he wouldn’t technically be wrong. “No, I’m good.”

“Good.”

“Y/d/n,” your mother chides, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. “Did you talk to her about curfew?”

You sigh, knowing this was coming. When Kelce texted you the SOS last night, you knew your parents would see that you left the house on the security system. But you didn’t even weigh the consequences for a split second, just slipping on your shoes and sneaking out as quietly as possible, leaving that for tomorrow. You just wanted to get to your friends and make sure they were safe.

“Ah. Yes,” your dad says, putting his newspaper down. He points at you. “Stop breaking curfew.”

You give him a salute. “Yes, sir.”

“Thanks.”

Your mom looks between the two of you in indignation, her mouth hanging open.

“You can’t just—she snuck out at two in the morning, we have no idea where she even went last night.“

“Where’d you go?” your dad says, looking back at you.

“Margot wanted to get shakes,” you lie easily, mentally noting that you need to text Margot later to vouch for you. “At that one 24 hour diner.”

Your mom blinks. “That filthy little hole in the wall on the Cut?”

You furrow your eyebrows. The diner was fine, and it wasn’t even that deep into the Cut. You went there with your friends all the time, always tipped the wait staff well. You went just last week with Rafe so he could help you study for your math test—you insisted you pay since he was helping you, but he took care of the check before you could even get the chance. You loved it there. “I mean, s’not exactly—“

“I don’t want you going there anymore. You know we don’t like you on that side of town,” your mom continues, flitting about the room, opening the drapes. “No more, understood? Not at two in the morning.”

“Yes,” you say, trying not to roll your eyes because you can feel your father looking at you. “Won’t happen again, sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” your mom says, looking satisfied. “You really should stay away from there. Heard the Cameron boy got into another fight last night down there.”

You freeze.

“He’s a trouble maker, that one,” your dad says, flicking through his newspaper leisurely.

“It’s not—he’s not… Rafe’s a good guy,” you defend weakly.

“Sounds like it,” your mom says sarcastically. “Some company you keep. Guess I shouldn’t be surprised, knowing the Camerons. New money from the Cut, tale as old as time.”

“He’s still got time to sort himself out,” your dad says, looking over at you above his paper. “You’re just kids.”

“Hm,” your mother says. “Such a shame, too. He’s handsome. Promise me you won’t turn out like that, Y/n? Or end up with someone like that?”

“Mom,” you groan.

“Which reminds me!” She clasps her hands together. “I was talking with Griffin’s mother, Christine. You two should—”

“Okay. I’m not listening to this anymore,” you declare, standing up and grabbing your phone. “I’m getting coffee.”

“But don’t be late for the ladies’ luncheon at the Island Club!” your mom calls after you.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you call back, back turned as you exit through the garage. When you press the button to lift the door, you pause halfway inside your car when you notice Rafe walking up the end of your driveway, hands stuffed in his pockets, a fresh bandaid over his eyebrow.

“Rafe?”

He looks up at your voice, smiling sheepishly as you meet him in the middle. “Hey, Y/l/n.”

“What—what are you doing here?”

He sighs, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. “Just wanted to apologize, I guess. For last night.”

“You could’ve texted,” you smile.

“Ah. Dad took my phone.”

You feel your smile slip off of your face. “Oh, I’m sorry. Was he… how did that go?”

Rafe just shrugs, hand dropping to his side. “Could’ve been worse, I guess.”

“Right. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s my fault,” he tells you, eyes sad. “I’m sorry, again. You’re—you are way better of a friend than I deserve.”

“Rafe…”

“Thanks for always having my back,” he continues, hands back in his pockets as he rocks on his heels. “Just wanted to come say that, I’ll get out of your hair.”

You just nod, a little shocked at his earnestness, watching him head back down your driveway before speaking again.

“Rafe, wait!”

He turns around, looking at you expectantly. You feign nonchalance, tossing your keys back and forth between your hands while your heart threatens to beat out of your chest. “I was just about to go to the diner, if you wanna come.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright,” he shrugs, signature grin on his face as he heads back up the driveway. “Can’t have you sitting there all alone like a loser, anyway.”

You look over at him as he settles into your passenger seat like it’s his second home, like the two of you hadn’t been here last night under very different circumstances. Immediately turning down your AC and flipping to his favorite radio station. He’s telling a story about the party last night and you just nod along, thinking about what your parents said about him ten minutes ago. What he said, about how he doesn’t deserve you.

Maybe he hadn’t meant it in that way, but you know you’d let Rafe Cameron have you in just about any capacity he wanted. Even if it’d probably never go beyond this, just two friends going to grab coffee on the wrong side of town.

#new light hcs #i love that i agonized over all of these scenes trying to make them work #and now i just. don’t care! cause like 10 of you will read them when i don’t do tags or a taglist

[stargazer-balladeer]

Oooo I too am simping for scara hhnngngbg

I just had a dream that he was crushing on me and super overprotective during missions and stuff. I can’t take him and his jorts or mullet thing hair (?) seriously like wut. So idk if that would count as a request but uh it would be funny to know his reaction to seeing someone disrespect his crush and him go full psycho lol fbgbfnfp even tho he isn’t that threatening to me haha (Mihoyo pls release him) - 🎀 anon

Protecting you [Genshin Impact]

[Scaramouche x Gender Neutral! Reader]

Notes: ASKNGI— I WANT TO HAVE THAT KIND OF DREAM AS WELL- 😭😭 BUT I DONT REMEMBER MY DREAMS- IF I REMEMBER THEM, THEIR USUALLY NIGHTMARES— SHHS- but can we appreciate how adorable this is-? 🤧 (besides the psycho part—). Hope ya’ll like this!

Word Count: 1235

Warning: mentions of disrespecting and jealous, overprotective Scara-

Scaramouche knew something was wrong, he has this strange feeling in his gut that something would happen. But, like usual, Scaramouche ignores it. But currently, he’s starting to regret not trusting his gut instinct.

He watches with narrowed eyes as a member of the Fatui approached you with a wicked smile on his face. His electric blue eyes watch as the guy stopped just behind you, you were unaware of the guy’s presence, busy talking with a fellow Harbinger, Childe.

Scaramouche’s black orbs turn into slits when he noticed the guy’s hand moving. What the guy did next made Scaramouche furious and you surprised, and Childe disgusted. The echo of the slap echoed through the room, effectively silencing everyone. You yelped while turning around with a red face and a glare.

“What the-?! Why did you do that?!” You screamed at him angrily, how dare him slap your butt like that?! The guy, who literally has no shame or regret in his face, only laughed at your reaction. “I just wanted to see how hard your butt is. Now that I know.. why don’t you come with me? I’ll show you a good time.”

You made a disgusted face as you took a step back. “Hell no! What? Were you thinking I’ll join you after that stunt?! As if!” The guy’s smile turned into a sneer. “As if you have a choice in the matter. You’re nothing but a lower member of the Fatui. I honestly don’t even know why you’re still here.” “Hey. I think that’s going a bit too far-“ Childe tried to intervene but immediately shut his mouth when he noticed a very familiar presence approaching you three.

Not wanting to be in the way, he decided to leave this to his fellow Harbinger. Even though he’s nothing but a douchebag to Childe and the others, everyone can tell that Scaramouche has a soft spot for you. It isn’t really hard to tell. Childe took the spot beside a Fatui member and lean on the wall behind him and watch as the scene unfold. Ready to intervene if needed.

You stared at the guy in disbelief, you didn’t have anything to say to him. He was completely right. You were nothing but another member of the Fatui, one ready to be sacrificed if needed for the Tsaritsa. You can feel everyone’s eyes were on you two, which further adds to your humiliation and embarrassment. But you still have your pride and dignity left, even though its little. You opened your mouth to make a comeback when-

“Shouldn’t you have better things to do instead of bothering someone because you’re horny?” You blink, surprised to hear his voice. You turn your head to the side to look at the person who spoke. There stood, in his fullest glory (and his humongous circle hat-), Scaramouche, with a scary look on his face. His eyes bright with purple, slightly darkened by his bangs and electricity being sparked around him. He really looks furious.

You can tell that the guy was frightened at the sudden appearance of one of the high ranking Harbinger. Him gulping before speaking up once again, not a good idea really. “T-Tsk. Who ask for your opinion, Balladeer?” The intense gaze that Scaramouche is giving to him never falter, the electricity around him is sparking more though.. “Oh? You wish to stand against one of the Harbinger?” Scaramouche laughed, dryly if I may add.

The guy was really nervous now, you can tell. You can’t blame the guy really, you would also be nervous if the electricity is almost hitting you- “You wouldn’t stand a chance.” Scaramouche sneered before letting out a bolt of electricity to the guy. The guy swiftly tried to dodge but Scaramouche’s electricity was faster. The guy drop to the ground, shaking violently. Many gasps can be heard as the guy continued to shake on the ground.

“Let this be a lesson to you if you ever want to disrespect [Y/N] again. This is also for all of you.” Scaramouche’s gaze switch to the people in the room, whom flinch at the intensity of his glare. “If you ever disrespect or bully [Y/N], I promise you that your death would be a slow and painful one.” As he finished that, he lifts his finger and snaps it. The guy stopped shaking, but he was breathing heavily. Scaramouche returned his attention to him once more. “Do you understand now?”

The guy hastily nodded before standing up, stumbling slightly while doing so. You honestly pity the guy now, but what he did to you was unforgiveable. So you suppose you wouldn’t scold Scaramouche for this.. “Y-Yes sir! S-Sorry for doing that-!” “Sorry? Is that all you gonna say-?” “Scara.. that’s enough.” You said softly while placing a hand on his shoulder. His blue, still glowing purple, eyes look at you in the corner. “‘Enough’? What he did is unforgiveable-!” “I know. That’s why that’s enough.” You said firmly.

Scaramouche stared at you before sighing, the electricity around him died down, making the purple hue around him vanish. When he reopen his eyes, it returned to its original color blue. “Be glad that they convince me that you should live. If they weren’t here, you would be dead on where you’re standing.” The guy slightly whimpered, he looks so pathetic right now, it makes you feel sorry for him. “Scram. I don’t want you appearing before me, or [Y/N], ever again. If I see you.. well, I can leave that to your imagination.”

The guy didn’t need another warning as he ran off immediately after Scaramouche finished speaking. “Pathetic.” Scaramouche sneered in a whisper while shaking his head before turning to you completely. You flinch a bit but you stood your ground, staring back at his intense eyes. “You know, you always bring trouble wherever you go. Do you know how much of it is a hassle for me to clean up right after?” “I didn’t ask for help.” You grumbled while looking away. “You were the one who interfered. I could’ve handled that-“

“Yes, and you handling things would only make it worse.” Scaramouche said, effectively cutting you off. You grumbled under your breath. “Atleast I’m not the one who’s most hated here.” He glared at you, before sighing. “C’mon, let’s get you something to eat. I’m sure you’re starving now.” He said as he started to walk towards the exit of the Fatui headquarters. “How come he knows me so well?” You mumbled under your breath before following him.

“I want some seafood-!” “Hm.. sure. If we find a restaurant that sells seafood that is.” “Psh. We’ll find one!” “Whatever you say.”

——

“How come [Y/N] gets special treatment from Scaramouche?” One of the member of the Fatui complained while shoving a spoonful of rice in her mouth. The other two members shrugged. “Maybe because he likes them?” One said. “Yeah! Have you seen how soft he is around them?! Like, that’s not the Scaramouche we all know and hated-“

“I’d advise you to not talk about Scaramouche or [Y/N] out loud.” The trio snapped their heads towards the 11th Harbinger, Childe, who only smirk. “Unless you want to get punish that is.” He laughed when he saw how pale the trio got. “Just a word of advice from a fellow Harbinger~ Happy eating-!”

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[ssa-thotchnerr]

A Certain Hopelessness

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!reader

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, violence, swearing, sad!hotch

a/n: some sad Hotch stuff for your angst needs!! Also, there is a creepy unsub here, just a warning. This is set in around s7 and the reader is 15-16

word count: 2.1k

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There was a feeling of hopelessness that had settled within the BAU over the past 2 days. A feeling of helplessness that was most felt by Aaron Hotchner, who'd been listening to his daughter screaming in pain, begging for him to come and save her. The whole team had the same thought in their head;

They couldn't come and save you because you'd been hidden so well.

But that didn't mean that they weren't going to try, they would try their hardest to find and save the little girl they'd watch grow up for years. But they also know that they couldn't save every single person, they just hoped that you wouldn't be that next person that they couldn't save. No one had even tried to get Hotch to move from his position at the round table, he'd told them that he wouldn't leave you, even though you had no way of knowing that he was there.

He would always be with you.

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You'd pulled your knees up to your chest to try and obtain some body heat, since sitting on a cold, concrete floor of a basement where it was always constantly breezy didn't give you much of a high temperature. You wished that you hadn't left school early, maybe then you wouldn't be in your current situation.

"Good morning," You looked up at the door at the top of the stairs in fear, seeing the shadow of your kidnapper standing in the door. You winced as you pushed yourself into a corner, trying to make yourself as small as possible. He laughed as he stepped down the creaky stairs, and you saw the silver glint of a knife in his hands. "I hope you slept well, you got a long day ahead of ya'."

"Pl-please don-don't hurt me, I-I won't try to run again! I-I promise," You stuttered, fear filled eyes looking up at him. Through the little light in the basement, you could see the malicious grin on his face. "I'll-I'll do whatever you want, just-just please don't ki-kill me." You begged.

"Oh honey, I don't know if you got this, but I'm not gonna kill you, mainly because I wanna hurt your daddy," He said. "Make him feel like the awful person he is."

"This is about my dad?" You asked him, letting yourself relax a tiny bit. He nodded and crouched down in front of you, pulling you forward by the collar of your no bloodied hoodie.

"Damn right this is about your dad," He snarled, pushing you back into the corner roughly. "Don't you feel awful when he leaves you and that little brother of yours own your own? But then again, he worries about what you'll do to the only child he cares about, he couldn't give a shit about you." You blinked and couldn't help but furrow your eyebrows, feeling your heart sink. You shook your head as you looked up at him.

"Wh-what?" You asked quietly. He chuckled at your confusion and obvious hurt, his plan coming together. He was reversing everything you'd ever known, he knew that your dad loved you and Jack equally, but he could easily make you believe that your dad hated you with every single fibre of his being. He knew you were easily manipulated, and he knew exactly what to say to get you upset.

"Don't act like you don't know, darling. Your dad despises you, he hasn't even got that team looking after you," He said. Your eyes filled with tears as you thought about being left with this man a minute longer, but it hurt even more to think about that your dad didn't care about you enough to look for you. "They left on a case this morning, he told them you didn't matter."

"You-you're lying," You didn't know if you were telling him that he was, or you were trying to convince yourself that he was. "My-my dad wouldn't leave anyone." You said. He chuckled and came closer to you.

"Well, maybe you aren't anyone, you've never appeared to be to your dad," Tears leaked from your eyes as he'd finally, truly broken you down. "Why are you crying? I haven't even started hurting you yet."

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Hotch couldn't bare to watch this man hurl abuse and untrue thoughts at you much longer, he couldn't watch you be broken down anymore. He shut his eyes as he heard you start screaming, presumably in pain. There was a knock on the door, Hotch spun around on the chair he was sitting on to see who was there.

"Sir, we think we've found a possible suspect on who has Y/N," Garcia told him. "Based on what he'd said in the video earlier, we found that he believes your a bad father to her and Jack, and that she'd be better off with him," She said. It didn't take a criminal profiler to see the hurt flash on the normally stoic Aaron Hotchner's face. "So, taking information with males that had lost a child, we found Craig Brock, he lost his daughter Leona in a car crash last year, And she shares a very, very striking resemblance to your daughter,” Garcia watched as Hotch took in what she was saying. “And with that, Reid determined tha5 he wants you to feel the same helplessness that he had felt when he lost his daughter.” She finished, sliding a picture of the girl across the table to her boss. Hotch took the picture and saw the resemblance, he sighed. He didn't want you to share the same fate as this girl, he didn't want to lose you.

"Do you have an address yet?" He asked.

"I'm working on it sir, but you should have her back by the end of the day," Garcia said, smiling at Hotch, who gave her a small sliver of a smile in return. "You should probably turn that off, or at least go home and see Jack, if anything happens with Y/N or  our Unsub, you'll be the first to know." Hotch sighed as he turned the TV off, turning the volume down and standing up.

“I never thought the day I’d be taking orders from you would come, Garcia,”

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You grunted as you finally built up enough strength to rip the sleeve off of your hoodie so you could wrap it around your waist where you had been slashed. His words had echoed in your head since he’d even muttered them, did your dad even care about you? Were the team even looking for you? Hell, were they even in the country? You broke down into tears again, your blood coated hands coming up to cover your mouth. They fell back down to your sides when the door was yanked open, almost coming off of its hinges.

“Get up!” He snarled, huffing out in anger when you pushed yourself further into the corner, making yourself as small as possible. “I said, get up.” He practically growled. You sat still, crying out in fear when he grabbed the collar of your hoodie and pulled you up onto your feet roughly.

“Okay! Okay! I-I’m sorry,” You whimpered, holding your hands out in fear. He dragged you up the stairs, you crying all the way up as the pain from your wounds shot up.

“Looks like I was wrong about your dad not caring for you, he and his team are on their way here,” He said in your ear, his arm snaking around your neck and then his free hand holding a gun to your temple. You were shaking, your entire body trembling with fear. “He’s not gonna know what to do when he comes through that door, you’re cut up like a piece of paper.”

“He’ll probably fucking kill you,” You snarled. He was taken back by your sudden change in attitude, and righted his arm around your neck and pushed the barrel of the gun closer to your head.

“Anymore of that, and I’ll put a bullet through your skull,” He said in your ear.

That shut you up quickly.

It felt like hours before the door creaked open, and from the back room, you could see that Emily, Morgan and Reid were entering the house.

“Help! Help!” You screamed, only for a hand to be clamped over your mouth and to be thrown to the floor. His foot was on your neck, a gun pointed between your eyes. Emily, Morgan and Reid all cornered him, their eyes watching as you struggled to breathe, coughing and gasping as you tried to bring air into your lungs. You were beaten black and blue, and covered in blood, they almost didn’t recognise you.

“Craig Brock, let Y/N go,” Emily said calmly. “We know what happened to Leona, and we know that there was nothing you could do to help your daughter. Do you really wanna put another father through the pain of losing their child?” She asked him. In a moment of hesitancy, he removed his foot from your neck, allowing you to cough and then slide away from him. In what seemed as though a move of panic, he shot down at the floor, narrowly missing your head, but just clipping the side of your ear. A ringing noise deafened you, and you screamed.

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Hotch felt his heart drop as he heard a gunshot and then a scream. Emily had ordered him to stay outside, she didn’t want him doing something that he would end up regretting. Minutes later, the front door opened again, only this time you were there, Spencer’s arm around your waist to support you and your arm around his shoulder. Walking out of there, you looked so small and scared. There was no way that Hotch couldn’t run towards you, gently taking you from Spencer.

���Da-daddy?” There was a small smile on your face as you saw the blurry figure of your dad. Hotch smiled in relief and nodded, arms going around you gently so’s not to disturb anymore of your cuts or slashes. “You-you came.” You stuttered.

“Of course I came, I wasn’t gonna leave you, honey,” He assured you. You couldn’t properly hear what your dad was saying, but you could make it out. “Alright, let’s get you to the hospital.”

“Can you carry me?” You asked, holding your arms out to him. Hotch nodded and lifted you gently, holding you close like if he let you go, he’d lose you once again.

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“Can I see Y/N yet?” Jack asked his dad. Hotch smiled as he nodded at his youngest child, who was clearly eager to have his older sister back. Hotch was getting Jack from school while you were asleep at home, with every door and window locked to improve your safety.

“Yeah, she got home this morning after I dropped you off at school, she’s been missing you too,” Hotch told Jack. When they got home, Jack practically shot upstairs. “Jack, do not go into Y/N’s room.” Hotch called up to him. Jack sighed as he waited for his dad to come up the stairs.

“Can I go in yet?” Hotch laughed as he nodded, opening the door to your room and sighing at you when he saw you were now awake, Greys Anatomy playing on your TV. “Y/N!”

“Hey bubs!” You cheered, smiling at your brother as you pulled your brother up onto your bed. Hotch sat down on the end of your bed and took the TV remote turning it off. “Dad.” You whined.

“You’re supposed to be asleep, Y/N,” He reminded you. You sighed as you flopped back onto your bed.

“Can I stay here?” Jack asked, looking at your dad. Hotch shook his head.

“No, Jack, Y/N has to try and get some sleep,” He said. You pulled Jack to sit beside you and you both pouted up at your dad, who sighed as he shook his head. “Fine, fine.”

“We love you, dad.”

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[plaidbooks]

Rough Beginnings

A/N: So! This idea spawned after reading @cycat-carisi​ story, We. Please read that first, then come back here for this prequel! This also covers the Mafia square in @adarafaelbarba​ moodboard bingo!

Tags: mentions of a prostitution ring, talks of murder and mafia-related goings-on

Words: 1964

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Sonny never hated his job more than when he went undercover. He had hated when he was posing as a homeless man with an eye for children, but this was worse. So. Much. Worse.

His cover story for this job was that he was part of the Italian mob, and he had been hired on as security for a prostitution ring; some huge network that was international but had its roots right here in Manhattan. Him, along with multiple real mafia members, were in charge of transporting girls, drugs, and anything else the head honcho told them to.

It had been three months since he went under; his beard itched his face still, his leather jacket was starting to be uncomfortable, and he wanted nothing more than to take all of these bastards down. But they didn’t have enough yet. So, he had to stick it out a little longer—at least, that’s what he told himself. A little longer, a little longer. He wasn’t sure how much “little longer” he had left in him.

Sonny lived in the housing quarters his boss supplied him, along with three other mafia guys. He had almost zero contact with the world outside his job—all the information he gathered was sent in a coded text from a burner. But he was starting to miss his friends and family. At least his employer understood that as part of the Italian mob, Sonny was allowed to go to church on Sundays…if there wasn’t something big happening.

His saving grace came a month later, while standing guard at his boss’s door. A woman he’d seen before came stomping up to him, and he braced himself; he knew that look.

“Let me see my father,” you snarled.

Sonny rose his hands defensively. “I was given orders ta not let anyone in. That includes you,” he replied, crossing his arms once more and trying to puff out his chest. But you simply glared at him.

“Fuck you; let me in, before I force my way in,” you growled.

He chuckled, eyeing you. “Ya really think you can get passed me? Let’s see ya try, doll.”

You gave him another impressive glare before trying to lunge passed him, reaching for the handle. Sonny caught you easily around your midsection, lifting you and placing you down at arm’s length in front of him.

“That the best ya got?” he teased. This wasn’t the first time you tried to brute force your way passed him before, and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last. But you had a trick up your sleeve.

You let your bottom lip quiver, tears appearing in your eyes. “Pl-please, sir, let m-me see my—” you trailed off, sniffling loudly.

“Ah geez, don’t be doing that. Come on; he’s in a meeting and will be out soon. Just wait a lil, okay?” he said, a touch of pleading in his voice.

But you didn’t stop, letting the tears trail down your cheeks. You let out a loud sob, and Sonny wanted to rip his hair out; he didn’t need a tantrum with daddy’s spoiled brat right now. He internally winced at that; he didn’t really believe that that was what you were, but when you came up here, trying to cry your way in, his mind went there.

You let out another loud sob. “Please, doll, I promise ta let him know as soon as he’s free—” Sonny started, but he was cut off by the door behind him opening. He stood at attention—like a good little lapdog—and the man who was having a meeting with his employer came out. He took one look at you, then left, rolling his eyes. You quickly wiped your face with your shirt before your dad appeared.

“And what are you doing here?” your father asked, annoyance dripping from his voice.

Sonny felt bad for you, but said nothing, gave away no emotions on his face as you requested to speak with him, privately.

He nodded, and Sonny moved out of the way, letting you enter, the door closing softly behind you both. He released a breath; it was always high tension after a meeting. But Sonny also found himself feeling sorry for you, having a father like that. He was hoping that when the walls came down, you’d at least be spared; you had no real idea of your father’s business, how big and deep it ran.

The meeting between you and your father didn’t last long, and soon enough, the door was opening once more behind him.

“Sonny; drive my daughter home. Giuliano will cover you until you're back,” your father ordered.

Sonny nodded, letting you pass him before following you. He kept his emotions in check, but he saw the look on your face; sadness, betrayal, and fear. He vaguely wondered what you had talked about but didn’t want to pry; he could be fired or worse for it.

It wasn’t until halfway through the drive to your place that he asked if you were okay.

“Fantastic,” you muttered, staring out the window.

Sonny wasn’t sure why he couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut; the words just spilled out. “Ya father is a hard man. I’m sorry ya have ta deal with that.” It was a mistake, he knew; if you were indeed loyal to your father, then saying that out loud was a good way to end up dead.

You blinked in surprise at his bluntness, and for his apology. “Y—yeah, he is. I wouldn’t let him catch you saying that, though.”

He nodded. “Uh, how ‘bout makin’ it our little secret, then?” he asked, hoping beyond hope that you’d say nothing about this to him.

“Our little secret…. Yeah, okay,” you replied dryly, eyes going back to the window.

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After that conversation, Sonny’s boss would often send him to you, whether to drive you or as extra protection—more like babysitting, to Sonny. But he found that he couldn’t complain; it was the only time he could be close to his true self…plus it was safer and better than doing other, illicit things. Even if he should be doing those things for intel. And of course, he never slipped up like he had on that first car ride. No, he was Sonny from the Italian mob, not the soft-hearted detective. He held you at arm’s length, determined to not let the mask slip. But something about you got to him, and he found himself afraid of you. Afraid that he’d make a mistake, and that you would see right through him.

“Sonny, why do you do this job?” you asked one day while he was driving you home. It had been over a month since your father had basically assigned Sonny to you.

He tried to stay neutral, but you saw how he adjusted his grip on the steering wheel. “’Cause it’s a job. I was hired.”

“That’s a bullshit answer and you know it,” you replied, smiling.

His jaw tightened. “Nah, see, when my boss tells me ta do somethin’, I do it.”

“You’re not like the rest, though. The others, I see murder in their eyes. They have such dark thoughts; it’s almost like they’re hoping my father gives them a kill order,” you explained. True, your father told you that they were security guards for his business, but you never bought that story; they were more like murderers than security. The day when Sonny kept you out of your father’s office was the first time you noticed that he was different; his eyes were soft, and he talked to you like a person, rather than making vaguely concealed threats. He seemed to genuinely care when you started to fake cry, even though you knew that he knew it was fake.

His bright blue eyes met with yours in the rearview mirror for a brief moment before flicking back to the road. “We don’t kill—”

“Stop lying to me, Sonny. Please. I deserve to know what’s going on,” you said, a slight begging tone in your voice.

So that confirmed it; you had no idea what your father was capable of. Sonny swallowed, wanting this conversation to end. “Talk ta ya father, not me—”

“I’ve tried! Multiple times! I’m not an idiot; I know he’s shady as hell. But just what are you protecting?”

“If he’s not willin’ ta tell ya, then that should tell ya somethin’, right?” he asked. He pulled over in front of your art studio, putting the car in park and getting out. You thought about his words; it was more than you got from anyone else. To be honest, Sonny always gave you more than anyone else; he didn’t sneer at you, ignore you, call you names like “brat”. And he definitely didn’t look at you with hungry eyes or creepy smiles. He seemed like…like a generally good person, all things considered. You weren’t sure when it had happened, but you noticed you had developed a crush on him.

All too soon, Sonny was opening the door for you to get out. You thanked him as you exited the car, and felt his presence behind you as you climbed the stairs to the door. He always walked you there, to make sure you were safe.

You unlocked and opened the door, then turned around to face him. He gave you a nod and you thanked him again. But something possessed you in that moment; why else would you have grabbed his shirt and pulled him to you in a kiss?

Sonny froze in place, eyes wide, before he placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed you back. You looked up at him, the apology dying on your tongue; you weren’t sorry at all. That kiss was worth it in your eyes. But there was an almost…pained? look in Sonny’s eyes.

“D-doll, we can’t—ya father—”

“Never has to know,” you finished for him.

He blinked, obviously warring with himself, and you were sure you knew why; if your father found out about you two, he could have Sonny killed. But, if Sonny felt the same way about you that you did about him, then maybe, just maybe, he could help you escape from under your father. Something about him was safe, trustworthy.

Slowly, you reached up to cup his face. When he didn’t pull away, you gently leaned in again, kissing him slowly, tenderly. He paused for only a moment before he melted against your lips. Then he gently pulled away from you.

“I—I gotta—” He didn’t finish his thought before he turned and hurried down the stairs. You watched him go, hoping that he’d say nothing to your father.

The car door slammed shut and Sonny was quick to turn the car on and leave. What the fuck was he doing, letting you kiss him? And then he kissed you back?! He must be a fucking idiot! Sure, he liked you—more than he was willing to admit—but this could blow his cover. Not to mention get him killed, cover blown or not. Plus, he was lying to you; any feelings you felt weren’t for him but for the façade he put on.

He resolved to keep his distance from you; nothing good could come from any of this. It ended in one of two ways: you, heartbroken over Sonny’s lies, or him buried six feet under in some lot. There was no way to disobey your father if he ordered him to take you home, so there was no avoiding you. Sonny would just have to lay down the rules next time he saw you; absolutely no relationship could exist, no ifs, ands, or buts about it.

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[afictionalwhore]

Room for Two

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❀ AN: this is a gift for @lorlocks as a thank you for all her wonderful and beautiful art. Pls go check her out. She is amazing OTL

❀ TW: Shig being fluffy?

❀ WC: 2.6k

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It was in college that you met Shigaraki and the rest of the League. After a rough week of classes you wandered into the bar operated by the League. In your drunken state, you had confided your college girl woes to Kurogiri, who handed information about your quirk to Shigaraki. Later in the week, you found the leader of the League, along with Dabi, sitting on your worn couch. The two had planned to kidnap you, but after just a few minutes of talking, they were pleasantly surprised to find that you were more than willing to just go along with them.

Due to your quiet demeanor, you weren’t usually picked to go out on missions with the others, but your beloved leader deemed it dangerous enough to make use of your quirk. You didn’t have a dangerous quirk like Toga or Shig. It was the opposite. You could project a force field and protect those surrounding you from both physical attacks and objects and quirks like Aizawa and Shinsou’s. Your quirk, shield, was perfect for hero work. You were even recommended to UA in the sidekick program. But your social skills failed and you graduated without a job lined up and without friends.

This is how you ended up with Shig. You were scheduled to go on a small breakin mission the next morning with Shig as a test of your quirk before his planned attack on your alma mater. He wanted to make sure you could protect him in case anything went wrong.

You traveled far outside the usual vicinity of league activities so as not to arouse suspicion. Hours into your journey, as the sun began to set, your tire blew.

“Fucking dammit,” Shig said as he kicked the blown tire after you pointed out the screw lodged in it. Luckily, you had learned a few mechanics from your father. The man insisted you knew how to change a tire lest you fall helpless to a gang of villains on the side of the road. You shook your head, knowing his disapproval if he saw your current company now.

Shigaraki’s pacing and grumbling behind you made you more nervous than you’d have liked. You coughed while working, hoping to gain his attention. The lanky man continued his ways, wearing a hole in the dirt behind you. You coughed again, this time catching his attention.

“What’s the matter?” he scratched.

“Nothing, just. It’s getting late, and I think we should find a place for the night.”

“And? So?”

“Well, uh,” you stuttered. “There's a motel not far down the road. We passed it not long ago. Umm. Why don’t you get us a couple rooms for the night?”

The heavy padding of Shigaraki’s footsteps stopped behind you. You felt his staring on your back, and panicked for a moment. You tracked back through what you could have said to have upset him. Suggesting he walk alone back to a shady motel in the middle of nowhere could definitely have done it.

“You’re right,” you heard his rough, scratchy voice and felt yourself visibly relax.

“My, um,” you stumbled through your words, not expecting to get this far. “My wallet is in the console. You can get my card out and—”

“Tsch,” Shigaraki cut you off, “Are you stupid or something? Use your card with your name? They’ll trace back to you and expose us. It’s fine. I have cash.” A dry hand reached up to scratch at his neck.

There was the Shig you knew and loved. But he had a good point. You blushed as you bent back down to continue your work.

You relaxed as you heard Shigaraki’s footsteps recede. You were finally able to focus on the task at hand. You thought about your situation as you removed the hubcap. You had gone with Shigaraki and Dabi first to find meaning in your lonely life. The more time you spent with the league, you began to find your place in the world.

You never really had a place to fit in, and maybe that’s why you felt that you finally did fit in with the League of Villains. All of you, in some way, shape, or form, were outcasts of society and held a distaste for hero society. Even in the place you felt you fit best, you were still deemed an oddball. Shy and always blushing, you never really had much to say, opting to go along with what the others wanted.

It was safe to say that now you were in love with your boss. It was true that you initially went with the villainous pair back to the hideout because you wanted something more to your life, but you couldn’t deny your initial attraction to the pale, blue-haired man. He intrigued you, to say the least. But as you learned more about what exactly it was that made him tick, you found yourself falling for the man. You prayed your blush would go unnoticed every time his crimson eyes met yours.

Before you knew it, you had successfully replaced the flat tire with the spare. You made your way back toward the motel, slowly so as not to upset the spare you knew wouldn’t make it over forty. You slowly rolled the car into the decrepit parking lot, careful not to hit too many of the potholes littering the asphalt.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you heard the old receptionist say as you walked in through dusty glass doors. The jingle of a bell caused her to look up at you and away from Shigaraki. She glanced back towards the chatter of voices from the TV behind her, clearly more concerned about the soap opera in the background that she was missing due to her argument with your boss. “We only have the one room.”

Shigaraki turned to see you had made it, a hand pausing its scratching on the back of his neck. Behind you past the dirty glass doors sat your car in the lot. For a moment you thought you saw a flicker of relief in his bright red eyes. Your heart jumped at the thought of him thinking of you. You shoved the fluttering feeling back down and told yourself he was only relieved at your presence as a way to end his argument with the frumpy receptionist.

“Fine,” he sighed as he snatched the plastic key card from the woman. “We’ll take it. Save some money I guess.”

After stumbling awkwardly through the halls, you had finally found your room. It took three tries with the key card before you were actually in your room. It was everything you expected to be, judging from the looks of the exterior of the motel.

Yellowing, floral wallpaper that was as old as your grandparents decorated the room. The ceiling boasted a popcorn texture that you were sure contained enough asbestos to send the entirety of the League to the hospital. The carpet was a cream color, dingy with age and rough on your feet. There was a small ensuite, which you were thankful for, from which you could hear the gentle dripping off the shower. Against one wall was a TV that had to have been from the late 90s, high technology of its time now bought at a discount rate to furnish a sketchy motel. Perhaps the worst part of the setup was right across from the TV: a single bed in the middle of the room.

You blinked. Once. Twice.

“Maybe there’s a pull-out? I’ve seen something like it on American TV,” you suggested, trying to alleviate the awkwardness that settled into the room.

“Don’t be stupid,” Shigaraki said. He walked towards the bed before flopping on top, shoes still on. The headboard was placed against a long wall, and the floral bedding looked as scratchy as your partner sounded. He dug through the bedside table, searching for a remote to the television.

You took your shoes off by the door before slipping your stockinged feet into the complementary slippers. They were once a soft yet vibrant pink, but now they boasted a dirty, pale gray with a hint of their former pink glory. You padded your way to the bed and sat stiffly on the edge of the bed as Shigaraki occupied the majority of the space on the bed. He looked bored, irritated even as he lazily searched the TV. After a few seconds, which felt like eternity to you, you stood and walked over to the bathroom.

“I’m going to take a shower,” you said, standing in front of the en suite while Shigaraki flipped through the few channels on the cable television. You stood for a moment, waiting to be acknowledged by the man.

“Well?” he said, eyes still glued to the faint blue glow of the screen. “Why are you just standing there? Go take a shower.”

“I just wanted to see if you wanted to go first or needed anything before I start,” you said, before turning to the bathroom and gently closing the door behind you.

You slipped on the rubber shower slippers, praying you wouldn’t get athlete’s foot or worse. On the near end of the bathroom, old towels rested on a shelf above the toilet. Across was the shower. After a moment of fiddling with the knobs, you managed to turn on the shower. The pressure was better than you had expected, and you thanked the heavens that you didn’t have to wait long for the hot spray. A hot shower was just what you needed to wash away your anxieties.

When you finished, you stepped out of the bathroom and slipped back into the sad pink slippers. Shigaraki was on the bed with a pizza.

“Figured you’d get hungry,” he said, shrugging his shoulders and helping himself to another slice.

You sat back down on the bed, staying in the corner you previously occupied before your shower.

“Thank you,” you said. You were thankful for the dull orangey lighting that hid your blush from Shigaraki’s scrutinizing red gaze.

The two of you ate in silence, watching whatever American drama Shigaraki had found. After a few hours, your exhaustion had caught up with you. Your yawning hadn’t gone unnoticed by Shigaraki.

“We should go to sleep now.” Shigaraki swung his lanky body off the bed to go turn off the lights.

“I could sleep on the floor, if you want,” you offered.

“No, it’s fine,” Shigaraki huffed. He clambered back onto the bed and refused to look at you as he pulled the blankets over him. “Just stay on your side.”

“Okay,” you sighed. “Goodnight, Shigaraki.”

“Goodnight,” came the rough reply you weren’t expecting.

Despite your heart pounding in your chest, loud enough that you swore Shigaraki could hear it as well, you drifted off with a smile on your face.

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Shigaraki never had a normal sleeping schedule. He was used to waking up at odd hours in the early morning while everyone else was asleep.

With a slight groan, Shigaraki stretched and turned to look at the cheap alarm clock on the bedside table on the other side of you. Electric red numbers stared back at his crimson eyes, reading 2:31. He looked at your dozing frame beside him, curled into the corner of the single bed in order to give him space. Slowly, so as not to disturb you, he slipped out of the bed. He was thankful for the rough carpet and not cold hard flooring as he padded his way to the cramped bathroom.

“Shit,” he whispered as he flicked on the lights. The buzzing of the fan echoed throughout the motel room. Shigaraki glanced over to your sleeping form to make sure he hadn’t disrupted you. Everything always seems too loud at two in the morning. But since you were asleep and he was trying to be quiet, everything felt truly too loud: the soft hum of the fluorescent bathroom lights, the irritating fan, the flushing of the toilet, the padding of his feet back across the dirty carpet, and the creak of the bed as he crawled back in beside you.

Shigaraki lay awake for some time, studying patterns in the horrendous popcorn ceiling like a child looking for shapes in the clouds. You lay fast asleep beside him. As Shigaraki listened to your gentle sleeping, he thought about what you meant to him. You had a valuable quirk for sure, and he was thankful for Kurogiri tipping him off about you. The truth was that he already knew of you. His eyes had been locked on you since the moment you walked into the bar, and when you went with him so willingly that fateful day, he thought he would melt on the spot.

Of course, Shigaraki had an image to uphold. He would die before admitting he had feelings for you. When you mentioned getting a motel, he couldn’t believe his luck. When there was only one room left, he thought he had to be in a dream. His fumbling with the key card was from his nervousness about sharing a room with you. He felt like a teenage boy trying and failing to impress you. His heart nearly leapt out of his throat when he saw the single bed in the motel room. When you stepped out of the bathroom wringing your hair out in a towel, head cocked adorably to the side, he thought he really had died earlier and gone to heaven, despite his actions on earth.

Shigaraki was terrified that you wouldn’t return his feelings. He was repulsive in his eyes. Who would want him with his scratchy voice, too high for a man in his opinion? His shaggy pale hair, rampant with dandruff? And his dry, flaking skin, that every lotion on earth never seemed to help? Looks aside, Shigaraki couldn’t take you out on dates. He couldn’t give you what you deserved. He couldn’t even hold your hand without risking your life. Shigaraki groaned as he dropped his face in his hands. Dabi would surely laugh at him if he could see him now.

A slight shaking of the bed broke him out of his thoughts. He turned to look at you as you continued to shiver. Shigaraki felt his heart swell as he took in your sleeping form. You were too good for him, having curled yourself onto the far side of the bed to give him enough room. You pushed the blankets off of yourself to keep him comfortable and warm.

Before he realized what he was doing, Shigaraki scooted himself closer to you. He pulled the blanket across him to cover your shivering form. It wasn’t until he had seen you relax that he was able to fall back into a dreamless sleep.

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The sun peeking through the gap in the curtains woke you up. The clock in front of you said it was only just past 7 A.M.

You hummed and tried to turn on your back, hoping to stretch your limbs, but something solid kept you from moving. You slowly opened your eyes, as though what you were hoping for would disappear if you opened them too quickly. It seemed too good to be true.

Curled into your back was the very object of your affections. His face was burrowed into his hair, and an arm was wrapped carefully around your waist. Even in sleep, he was careful not to touch you with all five fingers, instead curling his hand into a fist and tucking it underneath your bodies.

Gingerly, you tried to shift to relax your tensed muscles without disturbing Shigaraki.

“Stay,” you heard who was undeniably the man you were trying not to wake whisper. He nuzzled deeper into your hair and pressed his arm tighter against you.

“Okay,” you breathed, and relaxed against Shigaraki, a soft smile crossing your face, and fell back into a sweet sleep.

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