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Kai : “Can I move in after all we’re engaged.”

Hiro : “But we’re both guys.”

Kai : “I’m gay.”

Hiro : “Ah ok then…”

Kai : *drinks beer*

HIRO : FULL BLOWN PANIC and agrees BUT PANICS !

#perfect propose #kaihiro #Kai x Hiro #japanese bl #Hiro will soon joined Hira in Craycray Japanese queer boys #Welcome baaaabe

[tanjir0se]

As the World Caves In--Part 1 of 2

Pairings: Rengiyuu Words: 2.3k/? Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Everybody Lives AU Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Canon-typical Violence, Medical Procedures, Blood

It felt like he was in a dream. No, a nightmare. Any moment now he’d wake up screaming, heart pounding in his ears until it settled back to a normal pace. Any moment now he’d be back in the mansion gardens with Rengoku by his side, wisteria on the breeze, warm from the sun and the sound of Rengoku’s laughter. All he could hear now was his own heartbeat, all he could smell was the sharp copper scent of blood. His entire field of view had gone red. 

Summary: Giyuu was fortunate enough to be on a mission just South of the Mugen Train crash and the site of Rengoku's battle with Akaza. Now he's all that stands between Kyojuro and death.

Thank you to @babykirara for the amazing header she made for me that I can't stop using to decorate my various putting of Giyuu in Situations

UPDATE: read part 2 here!

Giyuu rarely put much thought into where Rengoku was headed on his missions. Being a Hashira seemed as easy for him as breathing, swordplay coming as naturally as the ease of his conversations. As much as he missed their walks in the gardens, their one-sided conversations, the hot flush on his face while they sparred in the training grounds, the idea of Rengoku facing genuine danger was foreign to him. 

As for himself, quite a few times Giyuu had awoken in the Butterfly mansion, bandaged and bleeding and bruised, always with Rengoku waiting by his side. He’d chide him for his recklessness, extol his strength as a demon slayer, and offer to help him train during his recovery. Their positions had yet to be reversed. Rengoku was…well, he was Rengoku. The flame Hashira would return with a few scrapes here and there, but they were easily outshined by his bright-as-the-sun smile. It was easy to ignore them. 

Until it wasn’t. Until that day. 

Giyuu sheathed his sword and exhaled, watching the demon he’d just decapitated smolder apart, ashes drifting into the early dawn sky. He’d been on the case of a demon at a local theater for a few days when he’d received a raven with a letter from Rengoku, telling him all about the latest mission he’d been assigned to: investigating the Mugen Train. It never took very long for Rengoku to return from whatever mission he was on, so Giyuu figured he’d hear all about it once they both returned to the mansion. 

The piercing cry of his crow nearly made him jump as he was turning to find his way back to the mansion. 

“Backup urgently requested! Backup urgently requested!” His crow was screeching as it fluttered down onto his shoulder. “Flame Hashira Kyojuro Rengoku requires urgent assistance in his pursuit of the Mugen Train demon!” Giyu leaned slightly away from its shrill voice directly in his ear. His eyes widened. 

“What happened?” He gripped his sword hilt with white knuckles. Rengoku never requested assistance, not in all the years they’d been Hashira together. His stomach clenched tightly, nearly painfully, Giyuu readied himself to run. 

“The train has crashed just north from here! An upper rank demon has appeared in the fight!” The crow reported. 

All at once Giyuu couldn’t breathe. His throat clamped shut, chest heaving, and all he could manage through the strangling grip of fear was three words: “Take me there.”

***

Giyuu could recall only one time he’d run so fast in all his life: nearly twenty years ago. Cold air had torn through his lungs but he hadn’t slowed. He couldn’t. The more distance he put between himself and the strangers he’d been left in the care of, the more likely he’d find someone who would listen to him. He couldn’t save his sister, but maybe if he kept running he’d find someone who could help him save someone else. The last thing he remembered that night was collapsing into the snow, exhausted, throat raw. In his exhaustion he remembered seeing her standing there, watching him with her sad eyes and raven-black hair. That was his last image of her. 

He couldn’t save his sister. All his life he’d never forgotten that helplessness. Now, following his crow toward the ever-growing plumes of smoke on the horizon, he felt it growing in his gut again. Not him. Anyone but him. 

The sun was beginning to rise as Giyuu came to the scene of the train crash. Aside from the murmur of survivors helping each other out of the wreckage, and the distant crackle of flames, it was eerily quiet. Whatever upper rank demon had been here would be long gone. The impending sunlight made sure of that. Perhaps Rengoku had simply defeated the upper rank before the sun rose, leaving the battlefield in silence. He certainly wouldn’t put it past him. And hoping was easier at the moment than despair. 

A surprising streak of pink caught his eye in the shadow of one of the train cars. Giyuu jogged toward it, picking up his speed when he realized what it was. 

“Nezuko.” he said stupidly, finding it to be the only thing he could think to say. The blond-haired kid that was always hanging around her was kneeling beside her with Tanjiro’s box open, ushering her inside. She looked up when she saw him, her magenta eyes glistening. The blond followed her gaze and gasped when he saw him. 

“Mr. Tomioka--”

“Where is Rengoku?” Giyuu interrupted. The blond just shook his head at him, eyes wide with fear, and pointed toward a grove of trees on the far end of the wreckage. Giyuu wordlessly followed his direction. 

He heard the sobs before he saw anything. The sky was thick and hazy with clearing smoke. Just over a small ridge he found a clearing before a large grove of trees. The ground was scarred with slashes from a sword, footprints in a fighting stance, trenches were a body had been blown back by some great force. The dirt glistened with blood, for a moment it was the only color in the gray-brown haze of smoke and dirt kicked up from battle.

Giyuu stumbled down the hill into the smoke. The sobs were getting louder, his chest was getting tighter, he doubted he’d be able to breathe even without the caustic cloud around him. After a few seconds of searching, Giyuu’s eyes fell on a flash of yellow, bright as the sun. Rengoku. 

“Kyojuro!” Giyuu managed. Hope and relief carried him forward through the smoke, but he slowed once again when the full scene appeared before him. 

Tanjiro, on his hands and knees, looked up at him as he appeared through the smog. Tears cut sharply through the grime and blood on his face. Behind him was the kid with the boar’s head, trembling violently, unable to look at him. Kneeling before them both was Rengoku himself. 

“Kyojuro.” Giyuu said, ignoring the look on Tanjiro’s face, the blood, the smoke. Rengoku didn’t move. His haori spilled out around him, soaked from the waist down with a halo of blood. There was a long beat of silence before Kyojuro abruptly, grotesquely slumped backwards, deadweight, hitting the dirty ground with a loud but hollow thump. 

“Mr. Rengoku…!” Tanjiro whimpered. “Please, Mr. Tomioka, help him!” 

Giyuu stared, disbelieving. It felt like he was in a dream. No, a nightmare. Any moment now he’d wake up screaming, heart pounding in his ears until it settled back to a normal pace. Any moment now he’d be back in the mansion gardens with Rengoku by his side, wisteria on the breeze, warm from the sun and the sound of Rengoku’s laughter. All he could hear now was his own heartbeat, all he could smell was the sharp copper scent of blood. His entire field of view had gone red. 

“Mr. Tomioka!” Tanjiro was shouting. Giyuu wasn’t listening. He was staring instead at his friend’s blasted-open abdomen, an ocean of red pouring out from the mangled flesh beneath his torn uniform. Something snapped inside of him, the fragile scaffolding he’d built around his heart shattering into pieces like Kyojuro’s body. Not him, not him, not him--

“Tomioka!” Tanjiro screamed. Giyuu blinked and found Tanjiro had stood and was tugging desperately on his haori. “Please!”

Giyuu looked at Tanjiro and inhaled. There he stood between his friend and oblivion. If he did nothing else for the rest of his life, he would reach into that oblivion and yank him back. Hands shaking, Giyuu finally moved. 

Quickly but gently, Giyuu took Kyojuro--Kyojuro’s body?--by the shoulders and lowered him to the ground, where he hit the blood soaked dirt with a heavy and sickening squelching sound. Long ago, when his hands were too small to hold a sword and his body too weak to swing it, Urokodaki had made sure to teach him how to force a heart to beat, how to fill another’s lungs with air. How to reach into oblivion and yank someone back. 

Back then he’d warned him it didn't often work, even when done perfectly. Back then he’d seen that firsthand, as he’d uselessly pumped the heart of a lifeless body crushed beyond repair. Giyuu remembered the blood soaking through the patterned robe and splattering onto the crushed kitsune mask beside him. 

He couldn’t save his sister. He couldn’t save Sabito and Makomo. Kyojuro now stared sightlessly up at him, his eyes half-open and splattered with blood. Giyuu knelt beside him, placed the heel of his pale hand against Kyojuro’s ruined chest, and pushed down with everything he had. 

Immediately he heard the crack of ribs snapping, felt them collapse inward like twigs beneath his hands. Giyuu sucked in a surprised and disgusted breath but continued anyway. He had to. He counted in his head the best he could but kept losing count as he watched blood flow up from Kyojuro’s chest and throat and onto his hands, soaking his uniform sleeves. Even counting took huge effort; all he could think about was his friend’s voice, his smile, the heat that came to his face whenever Kyojuro drew close to him. 

1, 2, 3, 4–Ah, Giyuu! My friend, how nice to see you again!—6, 7, 8, 9–Hah! You always know how to make me laugh. I always enjoy your company. 

Panting with effort, Giyuu found a rhythm, bending at the waist to throw his weight behind each artificial beat of Kyojuro’s heart. All those kind things Kyojuro had said to him and he’d never returned any of them. Not for lack of trying, and he knew Kyojuro understood…Each silent upward tilt of his lips, each time he drew a little closer, handed him something he was reaching for without him asking, remembered his order at their favorite Udon cart—I love you I love you I love you—but he’d never actually said it. 

It wasn’t as easy for him as it seemed to be for Kyojuro. That strangling grip around his throat seemed to never lessen, and the harder he tried to summon the words to express what he felt, the further they retreated back into his. The tighter the grip became. He swallowed.

“Come on, Kyo,” he spat through his teeth and the tightness in his throat, far beyond caring if the boys heard or noticed his use of the nickname he’d never said aloud. “Please…”

When he reached thirty, or felt like he’d gotten to thirty, Giyuu stopped and leaned down, tilting Kyojuro’s chin upward, pressing his lips to Kyojuro’s and breathing into him. Kyojuro’s chest—what was left of it—rose with the breath and fell again. The air escaped his cold lips in a loose gurgle. Another borrowed breath, another rush of blood, another long and frightening silence. Giyuu came away tasting blood and resumed pumping his chest again. 

He lost track of time. For that matter he’d lost track of space, too. The earth had fallen out beneath them. In that moment the only thing that could pull him back into orbit again was Kyojuro. He didn’t realize that the Kakushi had arrived and we’re taking over, not even when Tanjiro’s voice managed to reach him again.  

“Mr. Tomioka…?” He was calling. Giyuu ignored him and continued. His chest was beginning to heave with coming sobs; they became so intense he could barely move or breathe. Still he continued. Someone else was calling his name. Still he continued. I love you I love you I love you.

“Master Tomioka, we will take over from here.” A voice said. His shaking hands were so soaked with blood they were beginning to slide off of their position on Kyojuro’s sternum. “M-master Tomioka, please…” Someone was pulling on his arm, pulling him back and away from Kyojuro. Giyuu set his jaw and tried to continue but the hands continued pulling into finally they managed to get him off of Kyojuro, though his eyes did not move from Kyojuro’s face. 

“That’s enough, Mr. Tomioka.” Tanjiro was saying. The moment Giyuu stopped yanking against him in an attempt to get back to Kyojuro, Tanjiro released his arm and let him watch while Kakushi descended upon the scene, his vision blurred with tears he hadn’t realized had been falling from his eyes. The Kakushi swarmed him as they took over, their training clearly much fresher than Giyuu’s. 

His breath caught in his throat as it ripped in and out of his shattered chest. Giyuu felt faint, he felt his own heart stop, ears ringing as if he’d just been in an explosion. His own ribs were imploding too. The cliff edge of oblivion stretched out before him, the reality of the rest of his life without Kyojuro’s smile. It was everything he could do to keep himself upright.

Through the haze he heard one of the Kakushi speaking. 

“I have a pulse!”

Giyuu blinked. To his shock, Kyojuro’s chest was moving slowly up and down even without his intervention. Each exhale brought a small flow of blood from Kyojuro’s mouth, but he was breathing. His heart, somehow, was beating. The world resumed its spin. 

“You did it, Mr. Tomioka!” Tanjiro whispered in disbelief. He watched them load Rengoku onto a stretcher and take off toward the medical camp they were still setting up. Tanjiro pushed himself into a standing position, wavered, tried to remember how to breathe. Beside him, Tomioka remained motionless on his knees, his face even paler than usual. “Mr. Tomioka?” 

He was surprised into silence as Tomioka abruptly bent forward and vomited onto the bloody ground. Tanjiro’s hands hovered uselessly over Tomioka’s back, wanting to comfort him, too frightened to touch him, too worried he might vomit, too. Before he could decide what to do Tomioka jerked upright again and stood, shaking, blood dripping from his fingers.

Giyuu was not a praying man. It had never worked for him before. But for one moment, exhausted and faint and feeling the world tilt as it attempted to find its orbit again, Giyuu allowed himself to offer not a prayer, but a bargain. 

If you let him live, I swear, I’ll tell him everything.

#DIDN'T I TELL YOU ALL I WAS GOING INSANE #WELCOME TO FUCKING WEDNESDAY BAAAABES #sorry babykirara i keep tagging you in my nonsense but your headers are so pretty and i Must put my Man in Situations #rengiyuu #kny #demon slayer #rengoku #giyu #AT THE RATE MY INSANITY IS MOVING PART TWO COULD ALSO BE DONE TODAY LMFAO #is it good? no. did i proofread it? also no. did i even have a clear concept of where i was going with this? no. #but! it's done and it sure is unhinged #enjoy my descent into madness #and as always...welcome to fucking wednesday

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[ohthewh0rror]

I’VE DUG TWO GRAVES FOR US, MY DEAR.

˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚ prompt — “Can I request Tom riddle x (fem!) reader angst? Basically, they have been trying for a long time to have children, but haven’t succeeded. So, to have an heir, Tom gets Bellatrix pregnant and obviously hasn’t told reader. Reader finds out shes pregnant and goes to tell Tom and show him the pregnancy test, but right outside his study she hears him ask Bellatrix „how is my heir doing? Is my child healthy?“ and reader drops the test in front of his study, where Tom finds it later, and leaves.”

Part 2

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

Word count: 3.6K

A/N: “but baaaabe, she doesn’t even mean anything to me” and for him he MEANS it, that’s the worst part. Oh god I’m going to be sick. I headcanon him as loyal and now he’s out here embarrassing me. Anyway, thank you to my best friend Madie for helping me choose the right ending for this and for proof-reading for me. To the requester: I didn’t take the suicide route bc that’s a very sensitive topic that I have personal ties to. But yeah, if anyone wants it I’m 100% down to write a part 2 to this.🖤🖤

You felt wrong.

Well, not exactly you, just something felt wrong. You felt on edge, tense, like you were just waiting for the galleon to drop. There was no explanation for the way you were feeling, at least not one you could think of. But you couldn’t help but feel on edge, your mind racing as you resisted the urge to continuously look over your shoulder throughout the day.

You had hoped that the feeling would be gone by the end of the day, but as you sat with Tom having dinner the feeling was still there. You wanted to hide it from him, but you just knew he could see the slight shake of your hand as you poked mindlessly with your fork at the food in front of you. Though, either out of courtesy to you or him just not wanting to deal with it at the moment, he didn’t ask.

No, it wouldn’t be until the two of you had gotten into bed for the night that he would.

As you settled into bed, you felt Tom’s arm wrap around your waist, pulling you close. While you would normally welcome this, as it was rare that Tom would hold you in such a way, the unusual action added to your sense of unease. You felt his lips press a kiss just behind your ear before he asked, “there’s something bothering you, what is it?”

You didn’t know how to tell him, or if you even wanted to tell him. You didn’t want Tom to think negatively of you, to think you were officially losing it, but a part of you knew Tom wasn’t going to drop it. What Tom wanted, Tom got, one way or another. So, reluctantly, you told him.

“I’m not sure, I just don’t feel right, not in a sick way but—,” you paused, mentally kicking yourself for admitting it out loud, “I feel as if something bad is about to happen, something very bad.” Tom said nothing, but you could feel his hold on you tighten just a fraction. There was a few seconds of silence before Tom finally spoke again, “I see, I’m sure you are alright, you probably just need to rest.”

You know this was his way of comforting you, but it did nothing to help how you felt. You tried taking his words to heart though, and forced yourself to relax, attempting to get some sleep.

6:23 am.

You stared at the ticking hands of the clock on the wall, watching them dutifully count the time, hoping the dullness of it all would help you fall back asleep. It did nothing to help you, though, and instead just aided in helping your mind wander. You went through every possibility, until you were left with two options.

Tom was up to something… or you were pregnant. You didn’t want to think of the first option, it was a thought that left you upset even considering, but he had been distant for the past 4 months. He did not treat you any different, but he seemed… distracted. Where he once did not mind if you opened his letters for him, he now tightly guarded them. You tried asking him why, but he said it was to protect you if things went bad. He attempted to explain your worries away, saying he did not want you implicated in anything he was up to.

Not to mention he was out the house more— Death Eater business, he tells you. Always that. It almost made you angry how much time he spent working towards his grand scheme when all you wanted was just some of his time. At first you tried to push back on it, but soon realized it did nothing to sway him. Tom did what he wanted, regardless of the feelings of others.

Despite all this you refuse to accept Tom may be up to something behind your back. He was your husband, and he loved you, even if he did not express it often. So that left you with one conclusion: you’re pregnant.

It was a possibility that had been hanging in the back of your mind, but not one you wanted to genuinely entertain. After years of trying and it being false alarms have left you with nothing but negative feelings towards the process of finding out. You did not want to get your hopes up once again, as each negative was becoming more and more unbearable.

You couldn’t just rule it out without taking a test though, so you had no choice but to do so. Not wanting to go to a healer and have them check on you magically, you decided to instead go about it the muggle way. You had heard during your younger years, while at Hogwarts, that muggle women had measures of finding out on their own in the comfort of their own bathroom. So that’s what you set off to do, after getting dressed of course.

Entering muggle London, it was hard not to stick out. While you tried to dress as casual as you possibly could, you knew there was still something off about how you dressed. No one seemed to mind though, letting you walk through the busy streets without much more than a double take. It didn’t take long for you to find what looked like a small store, you hoped to Merlin that they had what you needed.

As you walked around the small shop, you realized what you were doing was beyond ridiculous. You were truly out of your league as you browsed the aisles looking for what you needed. You were beginning to get frustrated when you heard a feminine voice from the left, “excuse me, miss, can I help you find something?”

You paused, stopping midstep, turning your head to look at who was speaking to you.

The girl, who couldn’t have been any older than 19, seemed to be a shop attendant. She had on what you could only guess was typical muggle attire, and a vest with the name of the shop on it. You nodded, “yes, I need the test that will tell me if I’m pregnant or not.”

The shop girl gave you a look, and you began to worry more that you were sticking out far too much. “You mean a pregnancy test?” She asked. “Yes, that,” you replied, hoping she would just show you where it was and stop talking to you. Thankfully she seemed to have read your mind, gesturing you to follow her. She took you to the aisle furthest back in the store, pointing out the shelf that was filled with a dozen different options. You thanked her, and she left you alone with all the different tests.

Looking over them all you picked the one you thought would be best, but as you held the test you had a revelation, ‘I have no muggle money’. You froze, now weighing your options. You could leave and convert the money, coming back at a later time, or you could just…take it. Leaving was the morally correct choice, but just taking it was the more tempting one as it would save you the trouble of explaining to Tom why you needed muggle money if word got back to him.

So, looking around and making sure no eyes were on you, you silently cast a spell, hiding the box from any prying eyes. As you walked out the store you couldn’t believe what you had done. Stealing? From a muggle establishment? How scandalous! As you walked down the street you shook your head, banishing the thought from your mind. You didn’t have time to worry about the ethics of stealing from muggles. You needed to know if you were pregnant.

Thankfully, it was a little easier to find a place to use the restroom. You sat on the toilet, reading the box, and the instructions seemed easy enough. You followed them exactly before capping the test, holding it in a way where the results faced away from you. You didn’t want to see the results, too scared of it being negative once again. After what you considered an appropriate amount of time, you flipped the test over.

Positive.

‘It’s wrong, it has to be,’ you thought to yourself as you eyed the muggle pregnancy test. The test was wrong, it’s a defective muggle device. You’d make an appointment with the healer as soon as possible until you could confirm it for sure and you’d keep it a secret from Tom until then. You didn’t want to tell him, only for it to be a false positive and get his hopes up fruitlessly.

So, you wrapped the test tightly and tossed it in the bin. Washing your hands, you made your way out of the muggle establishment, and to an empty corner before apparating to the edge of yours and Tom’s property. You stood there for a moment, taking in the site of your shared home, wishing you had some calming draught on hand.

You knew as soon as Tom saw you he’d know something was wrong. Tom had always said you weren’t a very good liar, and you knew with the state you were in right now that if he tried to pry your secret would come tumbling out before you had the chance to stop it.

You couldn’t stand out here all day though, the November air was more than chilly, and you were going to freeze if you didn’t go in soon. You took a steadying breath and walked forward with your head held high, taking your time to get to the doors, attempting to look casual. You were halfway up the set of stone stairs leading up to the front doors, when they began to open. For a split second you felt yourself panic on the inside, thinking maybe it was Tom who came to greet you, until your house elf Poppy came into view.

“Welcome back, madam,” the little elf said, ushering you in.

“Hello, Poppy,” you said. You had never been happier to see a house elf in your life. As Poppy shut the doors behind you, and she ushered you to the dining room, she informed you that Tom had already left for the day, leaving you to have breakfast alone. Normally that would have left you disappointed, you and Tom made sure to always eat breakfast and dinner together, and this would be the first time in a long time that you ate alone. But, after the morning you had, you relished in the absence of conversation.

“Poppy, please make an appointment for me with a healer,” you asked, sitting down at the dining table. Poppy nodded wordlessly before leaving you to go make the appointment.

It was a week later that you found yourself sitting in a sterile room, awaiting the results. You wanted so desperately for it to be true. You’d never recover if you found out the test had lied. Tom still didn’t know about the possibility of your pregnancy, but then again, it wasn’t hard to hide it from him with how busy he’d been this past week. And seeing as your mind was preoccupied, you hadn’t pushed on what had him so busy.

Just as your mind began to drift from boy names, to more feminine names, the door to your right clicked open. The healer gave you a bright smile, greeting you. The forced politeness left a bad taste in your mouth as you just wished for the results so you could get home. You gave a tight-lipped smile back, and a similar greeting. The healer stopped in front of you, flipping one of the papers up, quickly reading its contents before looking at you once again.

“Well, Mrs. Riddle, it seems you certainly are pregnant!” He congratulates you, before explaining how far along you seem to be and that he needs you back in a month. You’re still in a daze when he hands you the paperwork, telling you your diagnosis and other information regarding your pregnancy. It feels too good to be true, and you’re not sure if you should laugh, cry, or do both as you leave the office.

You’re pregnant. You’re actually pregnant. You walk down a secluded alley, casting the muffliato charm as you buried your head in your hard, a soft cry erupting from you. You both had tried so hard for so long and it’s finally happening, you are finally having the child you both wanted. You let yourself cry from the overwhelming feeling of happiness for a moment longer before collecting yourself. You needed to tell Tom, you knew this was just the news he needed.

Tom was working from home today, something you had never been so happy about before today. It made the process of talking to him much easier than if he left to Merlin-knows-where to do what he needed. But, as you walked up those stairs to the hallway that his office was down you felt your heart plummet.

Tom was here, but so was another woman.

You quieted your steps, hoping to figure out who the woman was and what they were talking about. It was difficult as the door was mostly shut and they were talking in hushed tones. But, as you stepped off the stairs and into the hallway you recognized the voice of the woman immediately.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

A woman that you held more than just disdain for. She is the only female Death Eater Tom has recruited, and not only that, she was his second in command. While Tom didn’t see any of his Death Eaters as true equals, even you knew he seemed to favor her over the rest of them. Bellatrix seemed to revel in this fact, and despite being married herself, her loyalty seemed to lay more with your husband than her own. She did whatever Tom asked, no matter what it may be, without even a hint of resistance. You truly believe if Tom asked her to kill herself, she would do it without hesitation.

As you walked closer to the door they seemed to have stopped talking, but before you could knock and let yourself be known, you heard something that knocked the breath out of your lungs.

“You had a check-up last week, did you not? How is my heir?” Tom sounded casual, as if he was asking Bellatrix about the weather. His heir? His heir? Your mind was sent reeling as you began to hyperventilate. You quietly backed away from the door, walking as silently but also as quickly as you could away. But, as you turned to leave you nearly tripped over your own two feet, the papers you were holding falling to the ground. In your distress you left them, not being bothered to pick them up, as you caught yourself and hurried down the hallway intent on putting space between yourself and the cracked office door.

You found yourself in a guest room on the other side of the house, away from Tom and Bellatrix, away from the source of your heartbreak. You sit on the edge of the bed, and cast the muffliato charm for the second time today. After you cast the spell, you finally let yourself feel completely. Your heart shatters into tiny crystallized bits, the shards of it dig into every crevice of your sternum, leaving you clutching at your chest as it pierces your lungs and esophagus. Your chest and throat have an indescribable ache as a piercing wail leaves you, the pain of his betrayal leaving you feeling something beyond devastation.

The knowledge that he cheated on you was painful enough, but the fact that it was Bellatrix made it all the more painful. He knew how you felt toward their dynamic and his trust in her. It was as if he chose her on purpose, to tell her that Bellatrix is a more suitable partner for him.

How Bellatrix was everything she wasn’t: unwaveringly devoted to him, believed in his pureblood ideology, and stood by him on it. Bellatrix could also give him children, and she couldn’t.

Or so he thought. He didn’t know she was pregnant yet. Maybe that was for the best, you considered, as you sat in that empty room, fingers wringing together painfully as you tried to calm yourself. As you attempted to gather yourself, knocking on the door began to reverberate throughout the room, causing a panic inside you. You cleared your throat, and took in a breath, hoping to gather yourself before addressing who was on the other side. Lifting your wand you released the muffling charm, “come in.”

Your voice still wobbled as the words left you, leaving you mentally kicking yourself. The door opened, revealing Tom, on the other side. As he took in the sight of you, sniffling and teary-eyed, he walked in completely, softly shutting the door behind him. Looking at him sent a surge of anguish through you, a new wave of tears gathering in your eyes. The vision of Tom doubled as your lips began to wobble as you held back your tears. You were unable to see the look on Tom’s face as you looked away, trying to calm yourself once again, so you weren’t quite sure what he was thinking.

Getting on one knee before you, Tom placed his left hand on your knee as his right reached up, wiping at your tear streaked face. You let out a shuddering breath, finally looking at him. Tom’s face was the most expressive you’d ever seen it, if you hadn’t been in such a miserable state you would have taken a moment to admire it.

There was a look of genuine worry on his face as the both of you looked at each other. The silence was suffocating, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be the one to break it. There was nothing you wanted to say to him, you could hardly bear to look at him, much less talk to him.

“Why are you upset, darling? This is wonderful news” Tom sounded sympathetic in his attempt to comfort you. You let out a laugh in disbelief, you could not believe the words coming out of his mouth. “Wonderful news? In what world is this ‘wonderful news’?” You were close to yelling by the time you finished talking, feeling your sadness morph into something far uglier: anger. Tom at least had the decency to look taken aback, seeming to not expect the response he received.

Tom’s eyes searched yours for a moment before his expression became guarded, he gave your hand a squeeze before standing up, “it seems we are talking about two different things.”

You said nothing, there was nothing you could say that he hadn’t just deduced for himself, and it seemed he knew that too as he continued speaking.

“Y/N, you have to understand, I needed to ensure I had an heir and we hadn’t been successful in getting you pregnant,” Tom tried to explain. You’re sure in his head that this was logical, just the rational choice to get around your fertility issues. But to you, this was anything but the best next step. There was no reasoning good enough to make this okay; it will never be okay. This is a wound that may scar over, but will always ache when brushed against.

“You had an affair with a woman who I already voiced my concern about, without even consulting me on your decision, and expect me to understand?” You asked, incredulously. Tom, though looking mildly annoyed, still had the decency to also seem a touch guilty. “I didn’t step out of our marriage for pleasure or some sort of validation, you've always been the only one for me, it was merely to—” you decide to cut him off. “Produce an heir,” was all you said, finishing his sentence for him.

A heavy silence hung in the air, what you said leaving a palpable bitterness in the air. Tom still had the same touch of guilt in his eyes, but it wasn't enough. The guilt wasn’t strong enough to let him take full accountability for how wrong he was. Tom reached out, his hands cupping the back of your neck as his thumbs grazed your jawline, forcing you to look at him.

“It will be okay, I made a mistake by not telling you my plans, I apologize,” Tom may have sounded sincere, but it wasn’t good enough. Nothing will ever make up for what he has done to not only your relationship, but also to your trust in him. You reached up, and gently removed his hands from your face before standing up yourself, forcing him to take a few steps back.

“No, it’s not going to be okay; it will never be ‘okay’. You didn’t just make a mistake, you ruined our marriage, and for that, Tom, I hate you.”

And you left.

Leaving your husband to stand in that spare room, alone, with only his thoughts to keep him company.

#tom riddle #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x you #if this flops I’ll cry

[deepfried-dildos-again]

The wrinkles of my brain have birthed something maybe marvelous; lobo who obviously doesn't want to ruin his image as a tough guy so he keeps making bullshit strong man reasons to be soft with his s/o, which in turn makes s/o just start initiating the cute soft touch's and lovings much to lobos dismay cuz if he gets mad about s/o calling shots it proves he's soft and he has to pretend he doesnt care with a red face

YES YES YES CORRECT YOU ARE RIGHT I THINK ABOUT SOFT LOBO EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE

I have a weakness for being soft while someone is ill so take this and ignore my hand waved explanation for why his healing factor doesn't work rn.

Finally figured out how to do cuts on mobile so fic is under the cut!

"You suck at making chicken soup"

"Feetal's Gizz, babe, this ain't chicken."

"... what the hell is it then"

"Kester."

"Fucking what."

"Kester! It's like... space chicken."

"Gross space chicken."

"Gross space chicken that's gonna help ya not be sick, open UP."

Lobo tried to spoon feed the soup to you again, but you artfully dodged and managed to get him to spill it on the pillow.

"Sugar, I killed this myself. Eat it."

"Greeeeat incentive, Bo, but I'll stick to my cold meds."

He sighed and rolled his eyes, then put the bowl down and crossed his arms.

"What I get fer trying to be a good boyfriend. Whatever."

"Baaaabe."

"No, uh-uh, save it, traitor."

"I'm sorry for saying that space chicken is gross"

A sigh, and then he gave in. He sat on the bed next to you and rubbed a hand over your hair.

"Get better, mkay? It sucks when ya get sick because y'can't do stuff with me."

"I'll do my damndest."

"Thanks."

His lips pressed against your sweaty forehead and you settled into the bed. Dodging his soup attacks had tuckered you out, and you were ready to sleep.

Once you'd conked out, Lobo stood up and grabbed the bowl. Taking an experimental sip, he wrinkled his nose and shook his head.

"Stuff IS gross..."

Looking back on you, he felt his heart do an (in his mind) incredibly stupid little tap dance. You always made him feel... gooey. It was dumb. That was dumb. You were dumb. But dumb in a very very cute and likeable way. More like he was dumb for being... what?

What was it? He knew he liked you but how? It was... weird. He didn't really do committed relationships, so he didn't really have anything to base this off of.

... You were probably just a phase, anyway. But if you were then why did it hurt to think that?

He looked at you again from the door and smiled a little. If you were a phase you sure were a nice one.

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Months later, after you had gotten better, you were sitting in the bedroom, reading. Bo had been out on a bounty for about a week now, so the house was much quieter. Much... emptier. You missed him, but he was coming home soon.

The door slammed open and shut, there was the thud of boots being tossed off, and a loud sneeze.

"Babe! Hey, welcome home!"

"Mm. Hi, sugar."

You ran out to see him, and he looked... bad. He was sweaty, his eyes were bleary, and his nose was running.

"Oooh. Hi, Bo"

"Mmh."

He leaned down a bit and wrapped his arms around you. It was a warm hug. Far warmer than normal. This man was absolutely sick, what with the fever and sweating. You pulled away and looked him in the face.

"What happened?"

"Got inna fight inna lab. Knocked into a fridge."

"... did anything... spill on you?"

"Lotta stuff."

"Oh, baby..."

"M'fine, what's fer dinner?"

He peeled himself off and stumbled to the kitchen. Oh, the poor dear, he looked like he was about to fall over. While he rested his head in his arms, you set some stir fry in front of him, along with a bottle of cold meds. He ignored that, chomping on the food, and you crossed your arms.

"Take the meds"

"M'fine."

"You are very obviously sick"

"I got a healing factor."

"Well it's not working!"

"Babe..."

"Dearest. Most darling. Light of my life. Please take the cold meds."

"No."

Pushing himself up, he put his plate in the sink and lumbered to the living room. Again, you followed him, getting more and more worried.

If he'd been exposed to just one virus, that would be fine, but a mixture? That might confuse his healing factor enough to actually get him sick, at least for a while.

Coughing, Lobo tried to focus his eyes on the TV, but they kept drooping shut. He didn't brush you away when you sat down, so you put a hand on his. It was icy. Sighing, you pulled it to your lips, and he groaned and leaned into you. He was heavy, and you struggled to pick him up off the couch, but you eventually did.

Once you got him into bed and covered him up, he huffed and closed his eyes.

"Lobo..."

"Dunno why yer worrying, m'fine."

"Sweetheart, you don't have to be tough around me. It's just me."

His breathing hitched at that. When his eyes opened, you saw pupils. Genuine pupils. You'd only ever seen him have pupils when he was just waking up, at his most vulnerable.

"Bo?"

"...you take good care of me."

The bed springs creaked as you sat next to him, and you took his hand into your lap.

"I have to. You wouldn't take care of yourself if I weren't here."

"Been getting along fine fer years..."

"Lobo, please. It was a fight to get you in bed in the first place. You're stubbornness is matched only by your radiant beauty."

He chuckled at that, then coughed.

"Stay with me?"

"You don't even have to ask."

That was, apparently, the wrong thing to say. As soon as you did, he yanked you down onto the bed and latched on. God, for a sick guy he was still strong.

After a few moments of initial shock, you decided to stop struggling. If it made him feel better, hey, let him cuddle you.

Maybe an hour passed before you remembered something important.

"...baby, you do realize that I still need to give you medicine, yeah?"

"Few more minutes."

"Ok. A few more minutes"

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A.N.

Hi. This took way too long to write. Sorry about that. It's also not exactly what you asked but it's where the muse took me I guess. Hope you enjoy!

#lobo x reader #lobo #lobo dc #dc fanfic #my writing #lobo my beloved

[harlowhockeystick]

The boy had a really good game tonight

And the only thing he wanted to do was eat you out and absolutely nothing else.

If it was last night, he crawled into bed with you, pressed kisses along your jawline, "Welcome back, how did the game go?"

"It went really good- you didn't watch it?"

"Of course I watched it."

And you flip him on his back and start kissing down his chest until he tells you to stop and when you look up so scared that you did something wrong, he's like, "lay down, darling."

So you do, and he's running his hands down your body and moving your shirt out of the way to press his lips against your breastbone, "So pretty and all for me."

If it's this morning, he's rolling over, while listening to you talk about how there's so much going on today: how you have to do laundry and take a shower before class, and you have to get up NOW and you don't have time. He looks at you, "baby, relax, we'll do it, why don't you take a shower, and I'll start laundry."

"Are you gonna join me?"

And after the shower, it takes some convincing, you really wanna say yes, but you're so stressed out, "Y/N, calm down, you have 3.5 hours before class, you have so much time."

"But-"

"Absolutely none of that," he leans down and starts kissing your shoulder, "just wanna make my baby feel good."

And you cave, he's slow, he's passionate, he's so into it. He smiles when you grab onto his hair and moan out his name, he lets out a giggle when you yell out at him that you're about to cum. He probably chirps you for it when he comes back up to kiss you, "see? Plenty of time left."

-💍

I've been watching a lot of his press conferences and media appearances, and I enjoy that he's so eloquently spoken so I don't have to write him as a buffoon with a vocabulary of 4 words, max

BAAAABE OMGGGGG

To your point- it’s honestly attractive how well spoken he is like idk what it is about a man w a nice voice and good vocab but!!!!! And yes he would wanna have a nice time 🌝 when he gets back from the roadie/games where he did good

but sometimes the nice time is just eating ice cream and watching a movie where he falls asleep 5 minutes into it and now you have a josh asleep halfway on top of you

#my asks #josh giddey #18+ #💍

[cringefaecompilation]

vox machina if it were written by vivziepop

keyleth: wow what a nice day it is today! i'm so happy it's such a nice day i get to spend with my friends!

vex: SHUT THE FUCK UP BAMBI BITCH NOBODY CAAARES UGH btw trinket got into your weed stash and now he's fucking humping everything in sight

vax: god vex you're such a bitch! hi kiki god fuck i'm sorry about her, she's on her period

keyleth: um. hahaha what are you talking vex about i don't do drugs, i'm not thaaaaaaat kind of druid... maybe it was scanlan's stash...

scanlan: oh baby i don't need drugs to get me going!

keyleth: what about those blue pills i found in your-

scanlan: SHSHSHSHSHS don't ruin the magic baaaabe

pike: guuuuuuuuuys trinket is humping a statue of the raven queen!!!his furry fucking nuts are rubbing all over it ew someone get him to stop

percy: i got it [shoots trinket] there, problem solved. you're all fucking welcome

vex: WHAT THE FUCK YOU COULD HAVE JUST PUT A SPELL ON HIM TO NOT FUCK THE STATUE

grog: [viv doesn't know how to draw buff people so he doesn't exist]

percy: i don't have magic you dumbass! what did you expect me to do? guns are so much more badass anyways

keyleth: it's fine, i'll bring him back! sheesh you fucking assholes

vex: what was that, you hoe?

keyleth: choke on orc dick, bitch!

#🍃 #critical role #critrole #vox machina #this actually hurt to make #is there a tag for these parody things actually?

[honestlydarkprincess]

Hiii I missed you🥺💜

BAAAABE YOU'RE BACK!!! HELLO!! I'm so glad they let you out of tumblr jail! Welcome back <3

#diana tag #buddiearemydads #jess gets mail! 💌

[somechubbynerd]

"Mrrrph! Thaaaaaaanks, baaaabe~."

"Welcome, cutie~"

[wyn-n-tonic]

i came and left the triple frontier fandom but ur will miller will always be my fave i always loved the way u write him. i came back to read the stuff you’ve left up and just felt like letting u know (i know that era was like hell on here sometimes lmao)

baaaabe! i'm so glad that you found joy in my writing, that is such a compliment, and i'm glad that it can still bring you joy. i hope that leaving the fandom wasn't for bad reasons but i do hope that you're taking care of yourself. you're always welcome over this way!

#ask o #lovely things

[cdkeigna]

Hey ! I’m back with another Benkei fic. Am I obsessed with the mfcker ⁉️ Yes 🙎🏾‍♀️ Am I ashamed ⁉️ No 😍 He’s literally having me in a CHOKEHOLD 😩 Like he’s literally so hot ????? A strong and healthy black man like him... I need him, NEOOOWWW !!! Benben please give me a chance... I’ll treat you right 🙁🤞🏾‼️ ANYWAYSSSS .... Enjoy :D

Relationship: Benkei X Black Reader (afab, word « mommy » mentioned, uses any pronouns)

CW: smut, fucking, porn with plot, blood, bruises, biting, n-slur, reader has a tongue piercing, oral sex (reader giving), dirty talks, mirror sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, slutting out, spitting, swearing, drooling, degrading, multiple sex positions, slapping, scratching, cum shot, size kink, breeding kink, praise kink, multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, eye contact, overstimulation/edging, switch Benkei and reader, pegging, soft/hard dom, belly bulge, nipple play, fingers implied

‼️ -17yo DO NOT INTERACT ‼️

I want you [Benkei X Black Reader— ONE SHOT]

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The doorbell comes on, you get up from the couch, excited to open, knowing that it’s your husband. You open the door.

- Hey baby, welcome hom— OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED ? you yell

You see Takeomi and his sister, Wakasa and Benkei, all bruised up and covered with blood. Benkei step in.

«  Hey beautiful. » he kiss your forehead

« Good evening, y/n... » Takeomi says. « We’re just here to drop your husband. »

«  Get in before you catch a cold » Benkei says taking his coat off and sit on the couch

- E-EXCUSE M— Hey guys. you face them. Are y’all okay ? What happened ? you ask them, worried

« ... It’s better if you talk about this with Kei. » Whisper Takeomi

- Okay, I will then... But how are—

« We’re okay, y/n... Don’t worry. Just a lil’ bit overwhelmed » Says Wakasa

- But Senju doesn’t look...

« I’m okay... » she says, wiping her tears

« Let’s go. Have a lovely night y’all. » Says Takeomi

- Thanks.... Do you need a hug ? you whisper to Senju

She nods. You kneel down and open your arms. She runs in them, sobbing in the curve of your neck, you pat her head.

- Everything is going to be okay, princess. And don’t blame yourself for whatever happened, okay ?

« Okay... » she whisper

« BAAAABE ! » yells Benkei

- Now I know damn well— I’m sorry I have to go, he’s impatient.

« SENJU, COME ON ! » Yell Takeomi

« Yeah, I got to go too... Thank you so much, y/n. » she sniffs

- Of course, princess. Now go and be safe ! You say, pinching her cheek

She smile and run to join Wakasa and her brother. You get up and close the door. You turn your back to confront your husband but him grunting of pain on the couch stops you.

- Are you okay ?? you say, seating next to him

« No, my fucking head hurt ! He complain with his hand on his face

- Geez, okay old man... Follow me. you say, getting up

You take his coat and walk to the bathroom. He follows you lazily. You open the door and gets in. You puts his coat in the washing machine and look at him.

- Get undressed and get in the shower. Give me your dirty clothes.

He looks at you, with a flirty smirk.

« Okay, mommy. » He say, taking his tank top off

« ... Stop » You say avoiding his look

You turn around and get the first-aid kit. He hands you his clothes and get in the shower. You put them in the washing machine and get ready to leave, but he grabs your arms.

« Stay. » He whisper

- You want me to shower with you ? You ask

«  No, just stay with me »

- Okay, I’m staying.

« Thank you... » He says, closing the shower door

- Mhm...

You put your hair up in a bun and prepare a medicine for him.

- Soooo... what happened ?

He sighs, loudly.

«  War happened »

- What you mean ?

«  It was war against the 3 gangs, but long story short: Waka and I fought South, then Senju fought him, then Mikey appeared out of nowhere after beating Kaku and then Mikey beated South to death » 

- Oh wow....

«  Takemichi tried to stop them but... Mikey rocked his shit too.. » He sigh

- What ! Ain’t no way... You exclame, shocked

«  Then Senju... Who wasn’t capable to fight anymore, bowed in front of Mikey and begged him to stop, by disbanding Brahman itself... So yeah... »

- Oh my god... That’s crazy, man.

«  I know right. Give me a towel and my durag, please. » He say stopping the water

- That’s why she was crying... My poor girl. you whisper giving him his stuff

He gets out of the shower and walks towards you.

« What’s this ? » He asks

You face him but you see his wide and broad wet chest in front of you. You step back and admire his huge body. You shake your head.

- It’s— for your wounds ! Come on, let me disinfect them.

You take a cotton ball and dab it softly on his face. He grunts.

«  Tch ! That shit sting ! » He complains

- I know, but you’ll get over it baby... You’ve been through more pain. you say banding one of his wound

« Yeah... you right I guess » He says, staring at you

- ... I’m glad you’re okay though. you whisper. Now drink it, that’s paracetamol

He smirks and chug the drink.

- Now that the Brahman is disbanded, what are you going to do ?

« Keep on running the gym I have with Waka, of course » he say

- Oh yeah, that’s a good idea !

« Yeah... »

- And here you go ! You say banding the last wound on his face

He look at himself in the mirror then put his eyes back in yours.

« Thank you, babe »

- Of course ! Do you want to eat, now ? Or you just want to rest ? It’s pretty late... you say caressing his wet shoulder

« I want you. » He say, grabbing your hip, getting you closer to him.

Your breast is pressed on his wide and wet chest, which makes your top moisten.

- Baby... you whisper. I don’t think this is a good idea, you should get som—

He interrupts you by putting his finger on your lips. He lean his head down, planting his eyes in yours

«  I’m not tired and I don’t want to rest. You asked me what I wanted, and what I want right now, is you. » he say, skimming your lips with his finger

You want him too and you can’t deny it. The bathroom is burning hot and so is his body and you’re getting hot too. You bite your lip. He removes his finger from your lips, grabs you by the cheeks and kiss you. You respond to it by wrapping your arms around his neck. He grabs a fistful of your ass cheek in your short shorts.

The kiss gets languorous and needier and you both are in heat. He goes down kissing your jaw and your neck then go back at your lips, pinning you against the wall. You whine in his lips, stopping the kiss.

- Let me handle this, honey. You say, smirking

You kneel in front of him and remove the towel around his hips in a motion. You grab his dick in your hand, spit on the tip and put it in your mouth. He groans, caressing your cheek.

You suck his tip, teasing him a bit. You lick his veins and the cold metal ball from your tongue piercing make his dick twitch, you chuckles. You fondle his balls, still licking his veins and his tip. He moans, looking down at you.

«  You naughty baby... » He whisper

You shove his whole length in your throat. He sigh, throwing his head back. With your hand, you start to jerk him off all in your mouth. You grab his balls and rub them with your thumb.

« So fucking good for me, baby... » He whisper with his finger going through your 4B curls

You swirl your tongue around his tip and kiss his length to the base. You spit on it then put it back in your throat, moaning. He hisses.

«  I’m gonna... cum » He groans, resting his arm on on the wall behind you

- Go ahead, then you smile, licking his tip

« As you wish. » He says, thrusting in your throat

You close your eyes and grab his thighs. He grabs a fist full of your hair and start to face fuck you. You put your tongue out and let him fill your mouth with his length. He grunts.

« Yeah... Here I... come ! » He say, letting your hair go

His hot and sticky seed come slap your nose and drips on your tongue. You lick your fingers.

- Damn... You really nutted on my face... You whisper, licking your lips. I thought you were playing

«  My bad, love. Let me help you » He says

He gets you up on your feet and bend you on the bathroom counter. He get close to your ear and whisper:

«  You should know that... I never play »

You bite your lip. He put your short down and put his hard member at your entrance. You sigh, arching your back.

« You’re already so wet, love... That’s perfect » he say, grabbing your hips

You press your lips, trying to hold your moans, as he’s rubbing himself between your folds. Benkei chuckles behind you.

« You want it inside of you, right ? » he says looking at your reflection on the mirror

- Yes... please... you whisper

«  What’d you say ? » He say, teasing you

- Fuck... yes

« Raise your voice love... I can’t hear you. » he coos in your ear

- Yes baby, I want it ! You say, grinding on his dick

He slowly gets inside and you let a sigh out, feeling complete. You’ve missed the sensation of his long, veiny and thick dick thrusting inside of you, the feeling of being filled and emptied too. You roll your eyes.

- A-Aahh... you moan

« Like that ? » he whisper

- Yeah... S-so big...

He holds your shoulder and push himself deeper and go faster. You close your eyes.

- Mmh... Yes baby... you moan, playing with your tongue piercing

His right hand leave your hip and go between your legs to rub your clit, you whine. He grabs you by the neck and put your left leg on the counter.

« Open your eyes, love. Look at yourself » he purrs in your ear

You slowly open your eyes and you can see how cock-drunk you look. You bite your lip, trying to handle his deep strokes. He chuckles.

« You look so pathetic... losing your mind after 3 minutes in » he says, letting your neck go

- Shut up and fuck me... harder ! You sigh scratching his back, trying to get him closer to you

« Uh-huh... You’re getting very greedy, I see. »

He grabs your arms, put them on your back and relentlessly pound into your pussy. He grunts and you let out a shocked moan. He was almost, if not literally, raking at your wet walls, making you throb and moan.

- Aah~~ yes, more... More ! you whine

« Want more, huh ? » he grunts

- Yes ! Please Benben, pleeeaase... you beg, looking at him over your shoulder

He bites his lip and turn you around, lifting you up. You tie your arms around his neck and reach out for his lips. You kiss him in a sloppy kiss as he walks out the bathroom, going to the shared room.

Once in the room, he lay you down on the bed, still kissing you. He bite your lower lip to end it. You put your tongue out to kiss him again but he puts his finger on your lips.

« You want me that bad, don’t you ? » he whisper as you suck his finger

- Mh-mmm... you mumble, sucking his finger. I want you— all ! You moan

« You want all of me huh ? » he says rubbing his tip on your clit

- Yes... All of you ! you whine, gripping the pillow

« Say please. »

- Please... you whisper with pleading eyes

« Louder. » he whisper

- You heard me the first time... you say, provoking him with a smile

He laughs and grabs your legs.

« Keep playing with that big mouth of yours, yeah... »

You giggles.

- Or wha- AAANH ! you gasp

He just gave you the sharpest thrust in your throbbing pussy. He laughs and push your legs, so your knees rest on your shoulders. You pout, staring at him.

- Fuck you... that’s not... funny. you whimper, putting your hands on his chest

« You look so fucking ridiculous, yet so hot, it’s funny to me. » he say, looking down at you

- ... Go fuck y— Mmh... you moan

« Mhmm.... That’s what I thought... » he whisper in your face

He push himself deeper into you, leaving you a moaning mess under him as you scratch his torso. He let your legs go and you tie them around his hips. Your entire body is hot as you start to feel a building sensation in your belly. You bite your lip.

- Don’t stop- baby... I’m about to...

«  I know beautiful... I know. » he whisper kissing your lips

He wraps his arms around your hips and switch positions, you’re now on top of him. He puts you down on his length in one thrust. He groans and grab your hips, you moan, throwing your head back as you start to ride him. You’ve now reached a level of pleasure where you’re just going dumb from all of it, you can’t even hide it, same goes for your moans.

- A-ah~ Aanh.... Yes, fuck... YES ! you moan, groping your breast

« Yeah ? » he whisper, staring at the bulge in your belly

- Yeah ! you say looking at him

« Oh yeah ? » he say, grabbing your jaw

- Yeah... you whine, scratching his shoulders

He slips two of his fingers in your mouth, playing with your tongue as you bite and suck them, moaning.

« Yeah... Take it. Take all of it baby » He grunts, slapping your ass

- Han ! Do it again. you whine

«  You love that ? » he coos, slapping it harder

- Mmh yes baby ! Fucking- love that~ You moan, throwing your head back

He sits up, kiss you and rubs your nipples. You wraps your arms around his neck and tongue kiss him as you keep bouncing on his dick. He burry his face in your neck licking and biting it. His hand go down on your left breast and fondle it. You yank on his durag, whining and moaning in his ear.

- Oh my— my god... I can’t- fuck baby~~ you whine

« Want me to stop, love ? » he whisper, gripping your ass

- N-no, keep going... you say in his ear

He grunts, grabs your neck to make you face him and stares at your face. You put your hands on his knees. You’re out of breath, all red in the face, sweating and drooling staring at him with mouth open. He smirks.

«  I like when you moan like a bitch in my ear, beautiful. Don’t worry, It’s almost done » he whisper

He lay down on the bed and give you a nods. You turn around and look at him.

- Get on your knees, there’s something I wanna try.

« Oh I’m curious about it » He says sitting up

He’s behind you and he press on your hips, getting on his knees. You put your ankles in the back of his knees and look back at him.

- Seat. you say

He do what you say and you adjust yourself on his thighs. You put your hands on the bed and you start to ride him. You both gasp.

« S-shit... » he grunts

You sigh and look back at him, he has a shocked expression from how your pussy is gripping and taking his full length. You stick your tongue out and chuckles. You feel his dick getting harder inside of you, you moan out, arching your back. He’s behind you, swearing and grunting, trying to say something.

« Damn... babe I— Fuck ! » he whimpers

You look and smile at him.

- You like that ? you whisper

« ... yeah » he groans

- Fucking love that, huh ? you say accelerating your pace

« Fuck... yeah ! » he say smacking your ass

- Oh ! God... Yes ! Fuck— me~~ you moan, tongue lolling out

You keep rubbing yourself on him as he moans and grunts from all of it. Your arms are getting weak, and so are your legs. You collapse on the bed, out of breath and completely remove yourself from him.

« Shit... We should do this position more often... » he stutters

You laugh.

- Thank you, Twitter... you think

You take your top off and turn around facing him with a smile.

- Get ready now. you say grabbing his face

« Ready for what ? » he asks

- To get fucked. you purrs licking your upper lip

He smirks.

« I’m always ready, bae » he says

- Good. you smile

You get up to take the strap-on and the lube. You buckle it up and lubricate it. You turn around and get on top of him and place yourself between his legs.

- Can I ? you ask

« Yes, fuck my ass baby » he whisper

You bite your lip and kiss him. He grabs your hair and stroke the strap before putting it in his butt. You start at a slow pace to let him loose. He grabs your ass and moans between your lips. You end the kiss and look at him with a smile on your face.

- Is it okay ? you whisper

« Yes... Just like that, baby » he moans, closing his eyes

You just look at him with lustful eyes and complete adoration. You lick your lips and burry your face in his neck, kissing, biting and giving a long lick to his jaw. You kiss his cheek.

- You like that, don’t you ? you moan in his ear

«  Mhmm... You fuck me so good, baby » he whine, stroking his dick

You internally screaming at what he just said. Him being submissive for you is your biggest turn-on. You put your thumb in his mouth.

- And you’re taking it so well... Such a fucking good boy » you whisper, biting his ear

« Fuck... I’m gonna— » he whine

You take the strap off his ass and seat on the bed, legs spread. He looks at you with pleading eyes, confused.

- If you wanna cum, do it inside me. you smile, laying down.

He smirks and get on top of you.

« Word ? » he coos, grabbing your neck

- Word. you whisper, playing with your tongue piercing

He holds your hands and thrust in your wet pussy. You gasp out and lift your legs up. He push his entire length deep inside of you, which is making your pussy throb and twitch. He gropes at your breast while fucking you, without breaking the eye contact.

- Ye— Yeah ... Fuck my pussy baby~ you whimper

« Who that pussy belongs to ? » he whisper

- Yours... It’s all yours babe.

« All mine, huh ? »

- Yeah... Your pussy. you whisper, closing your eyes

« Say my name. » he says, grabbing your sides

- Benkei’s pussy.

He grunts and bite his lips. He puts his dick out and cums on your stomach. You chuckles and he put himself back into your pussy.

« Fuck... So hot for me. » he groans

He gives you a few more deep strokes before filling you up. You both loudly sigh. He falls on the bed next to you, out of breath. He kiss your shoulder, you smile.

- Shit... you say wiping your stomach

« You ready for round 2 ? » he says kissing your neck

- Nigga didn’t you already cummed ? you say staring at him

«  Who said it was about making me cum ? » he look up at you

- ... But I already did, multiple times. you say

«  Yes, but it was dry » he purrs getting between your legs

You smile and let him do his things. He gives you a few licks, but he groans out of pain.

« Fuck, my ass won’t stop twitching ! » he complains

You burst out laughing.

Thank you for reading <3 !

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[marquez-junky8920]

I have a request for Marc Marquez with smutprompts 1 and 8.

You and Marc are at home after a race when you haven't seen each other for a while. You are teasing him a little bit and he tries to take revenge by teasing you back. You double down and show him he is more vulnerable to teasing then you are. In the end you both have a great time.

P.S. I love your blog.

Tease

'Baaaabe I'm home!' Marc's cheerful voice echoed through the house.

'Is that my man?' you shouted, setting down the knife in the kitchen and running to the front door.

'C'mere!' he smiled that toothy grin that was your favorite. He crouched down lightly and opened his arms, ready to catch you as you jumped to hug him.

'I missed you so much!' you shrieked, stuffing your face into the skin of his neck as he picked you up off your feet.

'I missed you too princess.' he sighed into your hair, setting you back on the floor and taking hold of your face to kiss you. His hands traced down your waist and to your hips, squeezing the skin lightly before running down to your ass and taking two handfuls of it. You giggled into the kiss and when you pulled away, he growled playfully and mouthed at your neck.

'I have something on the stove. Don't make me burn it.' you giggled, breathing out a moan when he took the skin on your neck between his teeth.

'What are you making?' he asked, calming his actions a little bit.

'Your favorite.'

He ripped his head up from your neck and his jaw dropped. 'What a welcome home present. How much longer?'

'About 10 minutes.' you said, kissing his lips once more.

'Perfect. Enough time for me to take a shower! I'll be right back baby.' he swatted your ass playfully before he walked away. As he was walking through the hallway to the bathroom, he shouted back to you, 'Man I love being home!'

You smiled to yourself and shook your head at how goofy he could be at times. After the injury to his arm, you'd seen him at his worst and to see him with a smile on his face again everyday was something that you lived for.

You put the finishing touches on Marc's favorite dish and realized you forgot to put rice with it. Cursing to yourself, you bent down to get a pot from the cabinet below you and felt a hand run over the swell of your ass and up your back. Soon after, you felt Marc standing behind you and you could smell the scent of his body wash. Just the right amount of fragrance to make your insides quiver. The smell of Marc's cologne and body wash was always your favorite. Every time he left and you couldn't make it to the race with him, he would spritz some of his cologne on his pillow and leave it with you so you had some resemblance of him there while he was gone.

'God I missed you.' he rested his chin on your shoulder and watched you cook. He was always amazed by the magic you could work in the kitchen.

'I think I missed you more.' you bit your lip lightly, looking up at him over your shoulder and pushing your ass into him. He opened his mouth and gasped lightly.

'Ooooh, you missed me like that, huh?'

'You say that like you didn't miss having sex with me.' you giggled when he denied it.

'I have no idea what you're talking about.'

'You don't miss being buried inside of me and fucking my brains out?' you asked, catching him off guard. It still amazed you how Marc was a literal walking sex god and he still got flustered when you so openly talked about sex.

'Nope.' he shook his head. 'But I will tell you what I missed the most.'

'Hm... What's that?' you hopped on the counter and he moved to stand in between your legs.

'I miss having my face between these thighs.' he said gruffly. There it is... The recovery that he always managed to make.

'I think we can arrange that after dinner.' you contemplated jokingly.

'I missed this. Us joking with each other.' he smiled, resting his hands on your hips and reaching his head up to kiss you as you still sat on the counter.

'Who says I'm joking?' you sassed, hopping off the counter and getting plates from the cabinet, leaving a shocked Marc behind once again.

'Thank you love.' he said, pecking your lips before sitting down at the table with you to enjoy his first meal back home. When he took his first bite, he groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head.

'God I missed your cooking. This is so good!' he said, his mouth full of food but neither of you cared. You smiled at him and held his hand across the table. Something that you'd come to love with Marc is that he always wanted to hold your hand when you two ate together at the table at home. He always said that it made him feel more connected to you, and you thought it was adorable. When you'd forget to give him your hand, he would make a pouty face and wave his hand at you until you took his hand. You had to admit though - sometimes you purposely didn't give him your hand just to see him pout his bottom lip.

'Well I take it that was good. Your plate is already empty.' you laughed, looking at him suddenly seeming very drowsy.

'I'm in the biggest food coma right now.' he groaned, running his thumb over the back of your hand when you pushed your plate away from you.

'I'm glad you like it babe.' you kissed his lips before taking his plate to the sink. He helped you put the food away and he washed the dishes while you dried with him. He suddenly started with that devious little giggle he got when he was up to something.

'Don't you do it...' you said, reaching for the sprayer on the sink just as he stole it from you and sprayed your shirt and your face.

'MARC!' you squealed, the breath getting knocked out of you at the ice cold water.

'You couldn't make it warm first!?'

'No, never. And that's exactly why.' he said, his eyes glued to your breasts as your nipples hardened through your soaked white shirt.

'Finish the dishes, you weirdo. I need to go change now.' you giggled, slapping his arm and walking upstairs to change clothes. Just as you went to grab and shirt from the closet, you had an idea. Stripping out of your clothes, you put on your black thigh high stockings that had a custom red 93 on the upper thigh. Wearing nothing but those, you put on your black silk robe over it and tied it very loosely. Walking back downstairs, you saw that he was done in the kitchen and sitting on the couch in the living room. Perfect...

Sneaking up behind him, you bent over and snaked your hands down his front, kissing at his neck lightly.

'How's my champion?' you lilted in his ear, watching as goosebumps rose on his neck.

'I have a feeling you're wearing lingerie, so I'm fucking fantastic.' he chuckled, not even having to look behind him to know you were wearing something sexy.

'Better than lingerie.' you said, tossing your leg over his shoulder and allowing him to feel you up a little bit. He said nothing but reached his hand out for you to take it as he led you around the front of the couch sobthat he could see you.

'Damn you're gorgeous...' he gawked, admiring the way your waist widened out to your hips and your thick thighs. His eyes were undressing you and making you feel so exposed even though you hadn't removed an ounce of clothing.

'You did amazing this weekend.' you said, dropping to your knees and spreading his legs as he sat on the couch.

'I watched you out there, so frustrated that you had a problem on the start line. You're so sexy when you're mad.' you bit your lip, letting out a slight moan at the thought of him being angry. Your hand palmed him through his shorts and his head dropped to the back of the couch, his hips raising lightly to meet your touch.

'And watching you go from last to 6th by the end of the race?' you said, pulling down the waistband of his shorts to just reveal his already leaking tip. 'I've never wanted to fuck you more than that moment of watching you cross the finish line in 6th place.' you traced your tongue along his slit, collecting the pre-cum that had gathered there. A distinct gasp fell from his lips and you felt him melt into your touch.

'Please...' he breathed out, his chest already heaving before you even started. He lifted his hips and let you remove his shorts the rest of the way and watched you flip your hair to the side, cut your eyes up at him, and kiss at his tip as if you were worshipping it.

'Ah fuck...' he sighed out, trying not to lose his patience with your teasing. He hissed when you took his tip in your mouth and hollowed out your cheeks, sucking as harshly as you could.

'You feel amazing.' he breathed out, watching your lips wrap around him effortlessly. Like your mouth was made to fit around his cock. He held your hair out of the way and watched you suck him off like your life depended on it. When you deepthroated him and gagged, he pulled you off and smirked at the string of pre-cum and drool still connecting you to him. He leaned your head back and hovered over you to kiss you harshly, his hand still in a firm grip on your hair. You whimpered when you felt a throb between your legs, the pressure becoming almost unbearable now.

He pulled away and brought you to sit on his lap, his hands making quick work of his shirt. God you missed those abs... He didn't even bother to undo the tie on your robe, he just forcefully opened the front of the silk fabric and immediately got to work on your breasts. His teeth repeatedly grazed against your nipple, almost taunting you with how easily he could wrap you around his finger. He snuck his other hand up your thigh and underneath the fabric of the robe, feeling the stockings under his fingertips before he got to the apex or your thigh. His large hand cupped your sex and his fingers dove in, a groan falling from his mouth when he felt how wet you were. Rolling your hips into his fingers, you hoped that he would grant you some sort of penetration, but of course, being Marc Marquez, he decided to draw out the teasing a bit more.

Completely withdrawing his hand from your pussy, he took the robe completely off of you and ran his rough hands down your sides and to your ass. Both of his hands spanked you at once, your eyes rolling back in your head at the sensation.

'Such a good girl, but you love being punished, don't you?' he smirked, mouthing at your collarbone and enjoying the whimper that fell from your lips.

Deciding to play a little game with him, you grabbed his hair and pulled his head from your chest.

'Do you trust me?' you asked, looking into his eyes for any sign of hesitation. He nodded without pause.

'Of course I do.'

You got off of his lap and took his hand in yours, leading him to the bedroom and giggling when he repeatedly swatted at your ass as you went up the stairs in front of him. You laid him down on the bed and grabbed a blindfold, biting your lip innocently.

'Kinky... I like it.' he smirked once more, letting you put the blindfold on him. He laid there with his hands behind his head, but they quickly came to rest on your hips when you sat down on his lap. Putting his cock flat against his stomach, your rolled your hips along his length to allow your juices to coat him completely. With his sight being gone, it seemed as if all of his other senses were heightened, especially his sense of touch. Everything was dialed to 11 right now, and he was living for it.

'What do you say about a little reward after doing so well this weekend, huh daddy?' you bit at his earlobe lightly and he groaned. You felt his dick twitch against your inner thigh and giggled deviously. Taking his length in your hand, you lined him up with your entrance and slowly dropped down onto him. Your moans filled the room as he tightly gripped at the skin on your hips. There were bound to be marks there tomorrow, but you couldn't bring yourself to care now that he was bottomed out inside of you.

'Oh god.' you sighed out, starting to slide up and down on his length.

'Fuck this feels so good.' he growled, slapping your ass. You admired the way his lips curled into a smirk when he felt you tighten around him, bending down to kiss him while your hips continued their work. Staying seated on him, you just circled your hips against his and his breathing increased tenfold at that.

'Oh shit princess. Just like that.' he moaned, his hand blindly going up to your breast and taking hold of it. You whined out and increased your pace lightly, loving the reactions you were getting out of him. You couldn't help but notice the burning in your legs was getting pretty uncomfortable though.

'My legs are tired babe.' you sighed out, watching him waste no time in removing his blindfold, flipping you onto your back and opening your legs spread eagle before he rammed himself back into you.

'Fuck!' you squealed, gripping the sheets above you to ground yourself.

'You're right, I did miss fucking your brains out.' he said, letting out a small groan as his hips continued to slam into yours. Watching as your breasts bounced in response to his wild thrusts, he knew he wouldn't last much longer. Pulling himself out of you, he jerked himself off onto your stomach, hissing as he watched his cock paint your skin white. After he was done, he still didn't waste any time in pulling you to the edge of the bed as he got on his knees with his tongue between your legs. Your fingers immediately tangled in his hair while his tongue danced on your clit, flirting dangerously with your high.

'M-marc oh god! I'm gonna cum!' you shrieked out, your breath hitching in your throat as your thighs closed around his head. His tongue didn't let up in the slightest as his arms locked around your hips to prevent you from squirming away from him. Overstimulation was beginning to set in, so Marc gently kissed your clit once more before going to collect his cum on your stomach. He snaked his way up to kiss you and he gruffed into the kiss as he felt you swallow all of the cum in his mouth. Once he pulled away, he looked down at your thighs still covered in the black stockings with his racing number on it.

'Please wear those again.' he breathed out a laugh. 'And if you only have one pair, please order more. It's for scientific research purposes.' he joked, pulling a belly laugh out of you.

'I missed you.' he said softly, running his thumb on your cheek as your hand fell on top of his.

'I missed you too Marc. I'm so proud of you for this weekend. You are so incredible.' you smiled at him, watching as a light blush dusted his cheeks.

'Thank you, my love. That means the world coming from you.' he kissed your lips lightly before helping you up to a nice shower.

END

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[bittersweet--chaos]

Hi again

What if Asher's been feeling down lately and bebe noticed that and they make dinner (without burning the food :'] ) and Asher just comes home all tired and he just sees that bebe made him all of that kinda like a fancy dinner thing

Tyy ^^

Thank You Babe

Hello again! This is cute. I highly doubt Babe would ever burn food (that's just Ash) I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

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Asher for the past couple of days had started to wear himself out. With the pack getting huge bodyguard and security gigs, Asher would have to stay out longer which was running him ragged, which also meant that he could see his mate most days, and Christian seemed to be giving him more shit about begin made Beta than usual and it was starting to get to Asher. Overall, Asher was tired and wasn't having all that good of a week. And his mate started to pick up on this. They saw how tired Asher was when he got home, or how sad he looked after a pack meeting.

So Babe decided to do what any good mate would, and texted David so he would give Asher a break, and made a fancy little dinner ik the apartment. While Asher was put at work, Babe went to the store to get everything they need. So once they got home, they got started. They decided to make lasagna and garlic bread. After putting the food in the oven they texted Asher to try and see when he'd be home.

"Hey baby, when are you getting home tonight?" Babe sent and placed their phone down in the counter next to them. While waiting for Asher to answer they decided to get some candles to light for dinner. They wanted to spoil Asher as much as possible. While they were setting up candles they heard their phone go off.

"Prob around 10-11 at night gotta work late again."

Asher responded. Babe smiled to themself, they knew David was going to let him off a little earlier than that. "Mkay, when you come home I got a surprise for you!"

"A surprise? For what?" Babe giggled to themself. "You'll have to wait and see puppy."

Babe went back to setting up everything while Asher wrote back a response. They heard the timer for the lasgna ding after the 45 minutes were up and opened the oven, a wave of heat and the smell of melting cheese and spices hit their face all at once. They waved a hand over their face before grabbing an oven mitt and taking the lasagna out. Once they set the lasagna on the counter they went back to oven to grab the garlic bread. "Shit! Hot hot hot!"

It was around 9 at night when Asher got home. Even when his walked into the house he felt bad. The effects of the long week had finally caught up to him and to crash. The apartment was dark inside, save for the dim lights coming from the kitchen. "Baaaabe!" Asher called. Babe appeared from the kitchen and walked up to Asher. "Welcome home Ash!"

Babe wrapped their arms around Asher's neck and pressed a kiss to his lips. Asher smiled tiredly and hugged Babe back. "You're tired. You ok?" Babe asked once they pulled back from the hug. Asher began to shake his head in an attempt to lie but decided against it and shook his head. "'M tired Babe. It's been a long week." Babes heart shattered at the sound of Asher's voice. Tired, broken, and sad. "Well, I have a surprise that hopefully will make it all better." Asher quirked a brow and tilted his head like a confused puppy. Babe grabbed Asher by the hands and led him to the kitchen.

"I made you dinner!" Babe smiled and showed off the kitchen. Sitting on the table were candles with two plates of steaming lasagna and garlic bread. Tears pricked the corners of Asher's eyes as he looked at the scene. "Babe. You didn't have to do this." Babe simply shook their head and hugged Asher. "Nope, I'm not hearing it. I've seen how hard you've been working yourself and how down you've been. You need a break. So let me help." Asher hugged Babe and lifted them into the air, kissing their face as the laughed. "Thank you Babe. I really need this."

Babe giggled and planted a kiss on Asher's lips. "I love Asher." Asher planted andkthe kiss on Babe's lips and set them back down on the floor. "I love you too Babe. Thank you."

#redacted asmr #redacted asmr x reader #redacted asher #redacted babe #redacted asmr asks #axel 💫

[mimizepp]

ok call me crazy but. joshu confession/date scenarios 🤚😖 i rlly like him ,,

honestly i can’t decide if i love or hate joshu he’s so all over the place but i reaaaally liked writing the date scenarios :) ENJOY !

joshu confessions & date scenarios

confessions

- two days after he met you and started crushing, he already told half of morioh that you were his s/o

- he’s always trying his best to be suave as hell when he’s around you and it would be annoying if he didn’t suit the whole desperate flirt thing so much

- ‘wheres my hug at??’

- btw the blatant flirting never ends even years into the relationship

- he’s always trying to spoil you with anything he thinks is romantic / thinks you’d like

- honestly.. he would love a sugar daddy / sugar baby relationship dynamic even though he has no money of his own to give

- he is obsessed with pda n loves when you surprise hug him from behind

- he needs to be complimented / praised constantly otherwise he’ll get in his own head and feel unworthy of lovin

- obviously he has a praise kink

- he’s always taking candid photos of you. no matter how shoddy they may potentially be he still tears up and hugs his phone whenever he looks at them because DAMN he’s one lucky guy

- he loves being the little spoon but you are to tell NO ONE

- loves calling you baby / babe (if you’re across the room he loves calling out ‘BAAAABE!’ especially if there are other people around)

- yes, of course he’ll be bragging about you nonstop to josuke. no, he won’t leave out any details. any.

date scenarios

- he LOOOOVES taking you to the fruit parlor. he always has you two sit at this perfect spot by the big windows so you can blissfully look out over the ocean as you share a nice fancy lil dessert. sometimes he likes to take you later in the day for some sunset watching (yes he has norisuke dim the lights to make it extra romantic)

- PLS go on a beach date with him he wants to see who can make the best sandcastle and find the best shells :,) he makes a cute little tower that has the first initial of your name and his in a heart at the center and he is SO proud of it. joshu is a pro at shell hunting but will refrain from picking up some especially nice ones in hopes that you can find them instead. no matter what, he’ll always say yours are better because he’s in loooove

- he likes walking through the family orchard with you when there’s nothing else to do. he loves how serene it feels and he will 100% be holding your hand the entire time and blushing like it’s his job. 

- ALSO ORCHARD PICNICS !!! he brings you to a little clearing in the center of a few trees and has this adorable little setup for the two of you. he has all your fav snacks and drinks and he’s so giggly the entire time. this date ends with some cloud watching and joshu pointing out which ones look most like ‘josuke’s dumbass hat’

- he took you on a shopping spree just once, and you vowed never to let it happen again. every piece of clothing you looked at, any little trinket you touched (even if accidentally), anything that was your favorite color.. HE BOUGHT IT ALL. he thought your annoyed little glares were cute even though he just spent far too much of his dad’s money. joshu could care less, though. he knows that you handle his bs exceptionally well

- a lot of your time is spent just hanging out with the higashikatas and joshu loves to see it. though it doesn’t always seem like it, he really does appreciate his dad and siblings a whole lot. seeing you get along so well with hato and daiya gets him extra lovey-dovey, and he was relieved that jobin even took a liking. norisuke welcomes you with warm arms and is happy to see his third-born so in love

- after each date he cannot stop thinking about you and he spends hours telling everyone how perfect of a s/o you are. he even lets daiya watch some of his memories just so he can show her all the wonders of you

#jjba #jjba part 8 #jjba jojolion #jojolion #joshu higashikata #jjba joshu #joshu #date scenarios #confessions #joshuu #joshuu higashikata

[collisiondiscourse]

SKSKSKSKSKSK CODI CODI PLEASE I LOVE DADRAGON HISASHI PLS CAN I GET A COUPLE HCS

*SLAMS DESK* THANK HECK SOMEONE ASKED ME BECAUSE I *LOVE* TALKING ABOUT MY MENTAL IMAGE FOR HISASHI MIDORIYA

listen. ok. in my mind, hisashi is the COOLEST DAD EVER. THE COOL ONE EVERYONE *WISHES* THEY HAD

-he has red hair and bright green eyes and freckles EVERYWHERE just like deku. except i hc that his firebreathing thing is partially a dragon thing!! so he has little horns on top of his head and a few patchy areas with scales. he looks COOL ASF until u get to the back n see his tiny ass wings that dont do nuthin

inko makes fun of his stubby wings so much n hes always like "BAAAABE STOP U KNOW I WAS BORN LIKE THIS 😭" but its ok bc he still luvs her

HE. DRESSES. HORRIBLY. Like im talkin stupid unbuttoned polos with band shirts underneath and ratty ass jeans. he wears socks and sandals and sometimes even jorts. hes always wearing like 30 unmatched pieces of jewelry bc hes a dragon and he HOARDS

most of the jewelry is handmade bracelets izuku sent him as a kid and he NEVER TAKES THEM OFF even if theyre literally falling apart

AND LIKE. OK. DEKUS RED SHOES RIGHT?? HE ACTUALLY GOT THOSE FROM HIS DAD WHO BOUGHT HIM AND BAKUGOU MATCHING RED AND BLUE ONES AND A RED ADULT SIZED PAIR FOR HIMSELF TOO. bakugou stopped wearing them after he grew out of them but IZUKU AND HISASHI ARE STUBBORN MFS N WEAR THE SAME SHOES EVERYDAY.

dekusquad jokingly is always like "ahh finding the male midoriyas in a crowd is always easy! just look for them big ass red shoes ✌"

all that aside tho. if u look past the disastrous fashion sense. hisashi midoriya is HOT hot.

LIKE. ok. hes mostly lean w a bit of chub, from working as a successful barista in america, and hes also TALL AS HECK. hes like. maybe a few inches shorter than all might. bottomline is that hes REALLY ATTRACTIVE. ESPECIALLY WHEN INKO DRESSES HIM UP

and when deku introduces him to 1A and his teachers for the first time everyones looking at hisashi n blushing n they look at deku n theyre all like "....dude"

(and maybe because they notice the fact that deku actually looks pretty similar to his dad 1A starts to realize that deku isnt actually that plain when you stare at his face long enough and oh wow uh—"

ANYWAY katsuki 💯 had a crush on dekus dad when he was younger. mitsuki makes fun of her son like ALL THE TIME for having a crush on her best friend. hisashi demonstrated his quirk once in front of the bakugous to show off a bartending trick and that was literally the first time katsuki ever complimented a quirk aside from his own

hisashi and deku at the same time combining their adorable energy: kacchan!!

katsuki, furiously blushing: STOP

anyway aside from katsuki—uraraka, todoroki, and shinsou DEFINITELY also have a crush on dekus dad. NO ONE CAN FIGHT ME ON THIS. obvs everyone in UA thinks hisashi's cool and SMOKIN, but those four have it like BAD.

SO BAD.

dekus oblivious to this. so is hisashi. he goes up to shouto once and ruffles his hair and calls him sport and todoroki sets his desk on fire.

uraraka keeps making things float accidentally because she gets sidetracked staring at deku and his dad side by side and "oh wow they both have a freckle on the back of their neck just a little below their left ears—"

shinsou just. goes up to deku n hands him a note that says "get ur dad out of my school"

BUT THE FUNNIEST PART THO. THE FUNNIEST PART.

all might has a crush on hisashi too.

LIKE HISASHI COMES BACK TO JAPAN N IS ALL LIKE "wow i miss being here! is all might still no. 1? hows my son doing? america was so stressful! im so glad to be back in sweet home musutafu :)"

n then he comes home and all mights eating ice cream on the couch cursing at the football game on TV

hisashi: ....all might-san?

toshinori: u-aH? uh? good evening er. uh. mr. midoriya?? welcome home! im going to gay—i mean go!!

hisashi: w—

toshinori, panicking and reverting to symbol of peace dealing with PR mode: ENJOY YOUR SON! HAVE A NICE STAY! DONT DO DRUGS *leaves house in sweatpants and slams the door shut*

toshinori, internally: oh my god what the fuck what the fuck is this a quirk am i dying

when it calms down tho toshinoris still a blushing stuttering mess buT AT LEAST YK WHAT?? they bond over talking about america and deku!!

they both go on long af rambles about american lifestyles n all the weird people theyve met while in there and then they start throwing around words like bucky's convenience store and bubba gump shrimps and everyone stops listening

izuku notices how weird his mentor is around his dad but doesnt rlly care bc two!!! two father figures!!!! and a mom figure!!!!! they all play (quirk powered) dodgeball every other sunday while 1A watches in a mix of horror, attraction, and unbridled joy.

toshinori: oh my god why did they both have to be hot. why couldnt it have just been inko? thats easier to deal with. i cant do both. i cant HANDLE both. who allowed this? why?

aizawa: how the fuck did you get into my office its 4 am yagi.

#IM SORRY I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT HISASHI MIDORIYA #I LITERALLY HAVE A PART 2 IN MY HEAD #THIS HISASHI LIVES RENT FREE IN MY BRAIN #cw long post #long post cw #long post #tw long post #bnha #mha #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #LISTEN. DEKUBOWL EXTENDS TO ALL MIDORIYAS #IF YOU DONT LOVE A MIDORIYA UR WRONG #deku #hisashi midoriya #midoriya hisashi #asks #yeets your boy #collisioncomrades

[soupiie-stories]

Cuddles With Dabi

a/n Short but really cute. I love cuddly and soft Dabi.

word count: 380

warnings: fluff... that’s it

The thin white shirt, belonging to your boyfriend, had clung to your frame as you sang and danced around your shared apartment. Your intent was to clean up the place but, given the songs playing from your favorite playlist, you got a bit distracted and ended up giving a makeshift concert to the pots and pans. The music, in fact, engulfed you so much that you didn’t even notice your boyfriend, Dabi, open the door and stand at the entrance of the kitchen, watching your performance with a slight smile and amusement clear in his eyes. 

Clearing his throat, he broke you from your musical trance and elicited a small scream from you and a chuckle from the former, “Well, this is a sight to come home to.” Dabi let out another chuckle and came sauntered towards you, wrapping his arms around you and delivering a kiss on your head.

You smacked his chest and whined, “Baaaabe, you can’t do that to me. I’ll get you back for sure,” You sighed and hugged him back, “Welcome home.”

“Thank you, darling, and sure you will. Now how about cuddles? I’m really tired and just wanna hold my sweet, beautiful, loving partner.” He rested his head atop yours and slowly rocked back and forth. You smiled and nodded, grabbing his hand and walking to the living room and laying on the couch. He laid on top of you, resting his head on your chest and wrapping his arms securely around your waist, “I love you so much, y/n.” He gushed, cheeks tinting a slight pink color at the admission that has been said many times but always makes him feel this way. Like nobody else has ever made him feel in his life. 

Blushing yourself, you reply, “and I love you, Dabi. With all my heart. I’m so glad that you stumbled into my life and vice versa.” Planting a kiss on his cheek, he smiled and nuzzled into your neck, feeling his hot breath fan against the skin on your neck. You felt his breathing slow and glanced down to see his eyes shut and face relaxed, sleeping peacefully, and kissed his head and stared for a moment before relaxing and closing your own eyes, falling into a blissful slumber.

#dabi #dabi x reader #soft dabi #dabi smut #dabi fluff #dabi angst #dabi imagine #short dabi shit #i've been simping over dabi for the past 3 days and I can't stop