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tojigasm · 3 years

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Bad Woof Woof!

Character: Toji Fushiguro | Toji Zenin

Notes: It's finally here! the 2k followers special!! Gosh, this was supposed to be posted over two weeks ago as I'm nearing 3k followers now. This piece was really me wanting to just try writing something that I could challange myself with, so i chose hybrids for some reason lmao, anyways,, I'm so thankful and I'm so, so excited to create more works and pieces. This has been such a fun jpurney so far and I can't wait to see what's in store for this blog and the people who come across it! Thank you so much, you sweet, beautiful souls, for sending me sweet messages and always appreciating my works - It means more than you'll know, and with that, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ Minors dni, hybrid!reader, daddy kink, pregnancy, graphic depictions of child birth, mentions of vomit & neausea, soft!Toji + protective!Toji, a little bit of degration in the verry begining, anxiety

Words: 8k

Synopsis:

It's filthy, the way you rut into him. your helpless little puppygirl body humping his thigh, humping his bulge. God, he swears he can smell your cunt, you're nodding your head into his neck, panting as you roll your hips against his. Your panties are soaked, slick seeping into a damp spot on Toji's denim-clad thigh.

He only groans at the sight, the warmth of your cunt sends his eyes rolling, "Gonna be a good little puppy, baby?" He stroked your head, pushing your ears back, "Gonna let daddy breed you, fill ya' up?"

Your body sagged at his words, ears dropping in submission and tail swaying lazily across his knees, "Yes, daddy," you whine.

"Such a dumb little puppy"

The phrase rots in the back of your mind as you lay on the rough carpet of Toji's living room. The click, click, click of the fan turning makes your ears twitch, the room is quiet - save for the TV playing - you don't really understand what's happening on the screen, but you guess that would prove Toji's words true, such a dumb little puppy.

Toji doesn't let you lay on the couch - says "puppies sit on the floor, baby," while he sips a beer from his hand, the other resting on the dark denim jeans on his thick thigh.

But you don't want to sit on the floor. It's rough and the coarse fabric sticks into your skin, pricking your sensitive hands. no, no, you don't want to sit on the floor - you want to sit with Toji.

Puffing your cheeks lightly, you stand up from the ground and saunter over to where Toji's sat on the leather couch - he's still watching tv but he knows you're there; wondering how long it'd take for you to get impatient and beg for his attention again, dumb little puppy.

You take seat beside Toji's leg, watching him for a moment - he makes no effort to acknowledge that you've there. Ears dropping, a whine crawls up the back of your throat before you're plopping your chin onto his jean-covered thigh.

Only a couple seconds pass before you're lifting your hand and gently padding at his leg pathetically, whimpering and whining.

The soft pads of your paws make Toji's eyes soften, eyes still on the screen of the tv as you whimper at his feet, and just for a split second, Toji's façade breaks and he turns to look at you, boredly.

You let out a happy yip! at his attention, your little tail thumping against the carpet in excitement..

"Whatcha' want pup?" Toji lolls his head to watch you, rubbing his thumb over your snout gently.

Taking Toji's words as acceptance you jump to the cushion of the couch, the movement makes Toji sit up, the hand holding his beer raising above his head as to not be spilled by you. "Hey!"

You crawl into the seat of his lap and plopped yourself right above his crotch, the zipper of his jeans poking the inside of your thigh. "Sit! Sit! Sit!" You exclaim happily.

"No. Off." Toji pressed against your body, the friction of your hips against his crotch sends blood rushing to his cock. A bulge forming beneath your ass as you maneuvered yourself to sit up and lay against his chest.

"Dumb fuckin' pup." He scoffed, rolling his eyes. He decided he'd let you sit there for a while while whatever movie Toji had been playing ended; was it Star wars? No, no, it must've been Captain America... - he couldn't remember, not that it really mattered when you had the flesh of your ass pressed up against his dick.

Toji leaned back against the cushioned couch, pulling his eyes back to the screen, he forages his mind for any resolve while simultaneously pretending there wasn't a very obvious bulge pressing into the cheek of your ass.

Ever so often you'd move slightly, shuffling to get more comfortable against Toji's lap; he was very uncomfortable to rest on, too stiff. You made note of the way he'd spread his legs wider to accommodate you - a gentle purr vibrating through your chest.

"Stop fuckin' moving, kid." Toji hissed through his teeth, "'S fuckin' irritating."

Turning, you gently laid down across his lap, the bulge of his cock bumping into your thigh. The moment made Toji hiss, a deep and guttural hiss. "M'sorry, " you whimpered, ears drooping at Toji's tone - you gave a hitched whine before moving to step off his lap.

Toji grabbed your hips before you could move, quickly turning away from your wide eyes, running a large hand over his mouth and down his jaw - fuck you were so adorable. his patience was wearing thin. "T's fine, just stop moving so damn much." He mumbled.

At his words, your ears immediately perked up - flopping lazily at the sides of your head in excitement. Your little tail began to wag - thopping against the tops of Toji's thighs obnoxiously.

The overexcitement of Toji's acceptance had you keening for his touch, your bottom wiggling against his bulge as you jumped on his lap happily - nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck and licking at the skin of his Adam's apple.

Immediately tensing at your menstruations, Toji only sat back and let you move where you wanted to - occasionally bumping his cock and making him groan - had you not felt it? Or were you choosing to ignore it? He couldn't tell, but as you continued to lick at his jaw and pad your soft hands at his chest he came to the conclusion that you were genuinely oblivious to it.

Toji let out a light groan when the flesh of your ass pressed back into the seat of his crotch as you bounced in excitement. He brought a hand up to ruffle your furry ears playfully, letting you lap at the junction of his jaw and neck.

"Taste good, daddy tastes good," you nuzzled his jaw with your snout gently, your mini skirt had rid up to your waist, your plush thighs held in the flesh of his large hands.

"Yeah, daddy tastes good, huh, brat?" Toji ran his hands downwards to cup flesh of your ass, rough fingers groping your soft skin; moving you to grind into him, "Oh fuck..." he whispered breathlessly.

Your body sagged at his words, ears dropping in submission and tail swaying lazily across his knees, "Yes, daddy," you whine.

Toji drew his bottom lip between his teeth, dragging his thumb over the flimsy band of your panties; pulling it back before letting it slap against your skin.

"Ah!" You let out a yelp, Toji chuckles at your reaction as his hand slides under you to cup your heat, running his finger over your folds lazily.

"Mmm, daddy," you're moaning, grinding yourself on his hand, your body leaning into his chest for support.

"Yeah you like that, sweetie?" He brings his free hand up to cup your chin, dragging your lips to meet his own in a sloppy kiss. "Like daddy's fingers in you, baby?" He bites your bottom lip, pulling back a bit before pressing into the kiss again.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You're sobbing, tail thumping against his legs excitedly, his digits stroking your soaked folds in taunt.

Toji keeps his eyes locked on your own, watching you writhe in his lap, pawing at the wrist that was slid between the two of you. "Shh," Toji whispers, bringing his hand down to rub small circles into the fat of your hip. "Such a good girl for daddy,"

Before you can respond, Toji's moving; standing from his seat on the couch and cupping your soft legs around his waist. He cups your body closer to his, your tail swinging over his arm as he kisses you.

Turning around, Toji brings your body back down to the couch; not breaking the kiss. Rough, calloused hands run over the plush of your thighs, squeezing and grabbing greedily as he sucks on your bottom lip.

Pulling away from your swollen lips - a string of drool connects the two of you. He presses into you again, placing a quick peck to your lips before kneeling down to the carpeted floor between your spread thighs.

Toji hooks his thumbs under the sides of your panties, keeping his eyes on your own, he pulls the pink fabric down your soft legs. Toji's breath hitches at the sight of your soppy pussy, your slick drooling onto the black leather beneath you.

"Jesus, sweetheart," he presses a kiss to your knee, "Gonna give this old man a heart attack."

you whine at that; clit pulsing in your heat. Your thighs are clenched, squeezing together, your body desperately trying to please itself. "Daddy, please" your voice cracks, a cry rolling up your throat.

"I know, shh," he pushes your legs apart, gripping an ankle in each hand and pulling your body to rest on the edge of the couch. Toji hooks a leg over each shoulder before pressing his mouth to your cunt. "Daddy knows," he whispers against your folds.

Your tail twitches, hanging limply beneath you, Toji brings his mouth to your clit; reaching a large hand beneath you to stroke the place where your tail met your bottom - a pitched squeal coming from your lips.

"Haa...haa" you're panting, breasts heaving and ears falling limply against your head.

"Ooo, you liked that, huh?" Toji pulls up from between your legs smirking, he presses a kiss to the hood of your clit, running his tongue over your folds, nipping and sucking at your folds.

Toji's cock is straining against the zipper of his jeans - blood rushing to his heavy balls. Reaching down, he pulls his cock from his pants; girthy length slapping up against his shirt-covered stomach; tip oozing with precum.

The scent of your cunt is almost too much - wanton moans spilling from your lips sends his mind into heavy fog of lust, clouding his mind, he brings his lips back to your cunt and he swears he can feel the blood pumping in his cock.

And fuck, he's fucking salivating, drool spills from his lips, pooling on the swollen lips of your pussy. Licking and sucking against your folds; his finger is curled within your heat - dragging and drawing circles along the spongey part of your walls - as he stretches your heat, he runs one hand up and down the length of his cock a few times before bringing it back to your thigh, spreading your hips wider.

The sound of your blood rushing through your ears makes your head dizzy - body heavy and sluggish while Toji works his mouth against your mound gently, the stretch of his fingers drawing you back to reality.

"Be a good girl," you're reminded of Toji's words, thick voice groaning into your pussy, his jaw is soaked with your slick - you are a good girl. you know it, he knows it, but you both know Toji likes to push you - see how far he can push and push and push before you're crying, sobbing, drooling, and hyperventilating on the floor trying to convince him you're a "Good girl." You're always a good girl.

"God, you taste so fuckin' good, pup," rough fingers run along the index of your hips, pinching the soft skin of your plush thighs, you yelp lightly, eyes flying open to meet his lidded ones.

Standing up, he cups your ass in his large hands, pressing your body deeper into the leathered couch - material now slick and hot with your sweat - your legs are still hanging over his broad shoulders, he bends your body, pressing your thighs to your chest.

Toji slides his cock into your pussy till his balls are resting against your folds - stretching your walls deliciously, your mouth falls open in a silent gasp. He grunts, low and raspy, he pulls back before settling in to the hilt.

the way he watches you is intoxicating - he's absolutely drunk on the whines and whimpers you make as your body struggles to fit his length. It's like a narcotic, sending more blood to his balls when you let out a moan, he pulls back from your heat; thrusting back into you.

He's so big, so big in every sense of the word, and you can never get enough: his cock, his hands, his height, his shoulders, its addicting - a heaviness blanketing your mind as you reminded just how much smaller your body is in comparison.

And you're brought back to the pleasing stretch of his girth - spreading your walls while he thrusts into you, harder and harder and harder; you can feel the stretch of him everywhere, he's so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach - thoughts drooling from your mind to sink into the heavy sex-smelling air that surrounds the two of you - blending with Toji's breathy grunts and your whiny moans.

Creaking and squeaking, the leather ottoman keels beneath your bodies. Toji brings a hand up to the back of the couch, driving his cock deeper into your tight walls until he's spilling into you, walls constricting around his length as he fills you; hot cum pumping into your pulsing walls.

Panting into the crook of your neck, he pulls away to kiss you gently, noses scrunched against one another. Sucking on your bottom lip, he brings a hand up to hold your smaller one in his own and suddenly he's pulling himself from your heat and bending down to eye level with your cunt.

His seed spills from the lips of of your pussy lazily, pooling onto the pealing leather beneath you. Your tail thumps against the seat, Toji takes the furry appendage into his hand; halting the noisy bumps.

Toji stands on shaky legs, thighs trembling, he picks you up in steady arms. Your sweaty and sticky body pressed against his own. wrapping your small arms around his neck, he carries you up the stairs and into the bedroom where he sets you down in the tub of the master bathroom.

"Pretty girl," he coos, massaging your ear, he turns the steel faucet. Cold splashes of water hit your legs and began to fill the space of the tub.

He moves to get in with you, you move yourself closer to the head of the faucet, letting him sit down in the water before he's pulling you back into him - your bare back against his sticky chest.

Stroking your skin leisurely, he draws small drops of water up your arm; letting them race down your skin. The two of you sit in the water till it's run cold;

Toji presses a kiss to the back of your head, his hand runs down the expanse of your thigh to the base of your tail, feathering the wet fur under the water.

The silence is comforting, a silent consolence that burrows itself deep within Toji's bones, so deep that when he exhales, he can feel the heavy stress of his shoulders disperse throughout the heavy air - filling the room with sticky with heat.

"Love you, baby," he whispers against the shell of your ear, and then he's picking you up and bringing you out of the bath and onto his Alaskan king bed, wrapping you in one of his robes; careful of your tail as he folds the black fabric around your small body.

Toji's gone for only a couple of seconds, coming back with one of his old t-shirts reading "Mr. Bubbles". Stepping out of the warm robe, you slip the large shirt on, the trim ending right at your knees; completely dwarfing you.

He sits on the edge of the bed, holding the discarded robe in one hand, smirking to himself as he watches you pace lightly, adjusting to the large article of clothing, tail swinging between your legs under the fabric.

"C'mere," chucking the robe onto the floor, he opens his arms to you, letting you step into his lap, small hands gripping his shoulders for balance. Large hands cup your ass, squeezing the fat of your bottom in his lap.

"You're so pretty fr'me, aren'tcha pup?" he coos, bringing a hand up to stroke one of your ears gently. You give a low sigh, nuzzling into his neck.

"Mhm," you murmur into his shirt. Toji only chuckles, laying back onto the sheets, a large hand running up and down the expanse of your back.

✶ ✶ ✶

It's no surpise when Toji finds you vomiting one mroning, only three months later. Rubbing a hand in circles over his shirt stuck to your back with sweat, Toji calms you down, shivers and tremors running up and down your back.

He's worried about his puppy, you're so sick, puking in the mornings and getting nauseous at specific smells around the house, sleeping more frequently, almost too weak to move around the house.

He had his suspicions, but he didn't want to freak you out, knowing you'd grow more protective of yourself, possibly even nesting - oh god... would you need to nest?

"Jesus..." he ran a hand over his jaw as he read over the article on his computer, line after line explaining the specific changes your body would go through.

Curled up beside him, snoring softly and completely oblivious to the fact that you were pregnant, you were asleep. Toji's eyes blurred lightly before he felt a wave of projection fall over him - an almost instinctual warmth surrounding himself at the realization that you were carrying his child in you.

Expression softening, he ran his hand over the top of your head, scratching the back of your ear, petting the back of his knuckles across your arm and down to your stomach. The bump wasn't obvious but it was clear you were growing swollen; your hips were filling out, along with your soft cheeks.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited to see how your body would change - see the way your stomach grew with his seed, becoming completely dependent on him and his protection, trusting him to provide for you and his baby.

"Jesus..." sighing, he closedd his laptopm, pulling you into his lap, hand rubbing circles into your tummy as he fell asleep.

The next day was not fun. You were not a fan of the doctors office ever since Toji had taken you there and they pricked your small body with little needles that made you bleed covered up with tiny bandages you couldn't take off for three days straight.

"Baby, c'mon, they're just doing a checkup," Toji had you corned, you were crouched the couch - visibly upset, tears streaming down your round cheeks and body trembling. "Honey, I promise I won't let them hurt you," he crouched down to your height, rubbing small circles into the skin of your ankle.

After miraculously managing to persuade you enough to stick you into the passenger seat of his truck, Toji had gotten you to the doctor's office.

The waiting room was enough to make you sick; the faded pastel painted walls, the laminate flooring that peeled at the corners, the smell of plastic and rubber that sat in the air.

Toji kept you in his lap, running a hand down your back gently as you trembled. "Shh, you're okay, sweetheart," he whispered to you, holding your head in the crook of his neck.

"'M scared, Toji," you mumbled, biting at the skin of your thumb nervously. Toji pulled your hand away from your mouth, opting to hold it in his own.

"'M right here, pup, 'not gonna let them do anything to you," or the baby, he wanted to say, plush lips pressing a comforting kiss to your temple.

once the two of you were called back, Toji carried you all the way into the private room, setting you down onto the paper-covered bed, stroking your thigh. You sat with your body practically glued to his side, both arms wrapped around one of his larger ones.

The visit went relatively smoothly, average questions and exams: your ears, your eyes, gag reflex, smell, taste, mental state. You were willing to do what the doctor asked as long as Toji was with you, keeping a hand on some part of your body.

Eventually, the doctor had you lay down, under the pretense that you were just getting a regular abdominal exam. Toji kept your focus on him, nodding off about random things he'd done the other day while the doctor poured a clear gel over your stomach.

"'S cold," you mumbled, turning your head into Toji's stomach, he ran his hand over your ears comfortingly.

"I know, baby, 'm sorry,"

Toji was so preoccupied with keeping you calm he hadn't even noticed static black and white image that displayed itself across the wide screen. "Ah...there they are," the doctor's voice pulled Toji's attention from stroking your head to the screen.

Eyes widening, he shook your shoulder a bit, helping turn you to look at the screen. "Look, baby," voice high with excitement, "That's your baby, sweetie." He kept a hand on your head, fingers massaging your ears gently, the other point to the screen.

Giving a low whine, you turned back into Toji's stomach; everything was too much, you felt sick, skin clamy and sticky, your bones felt heavy, hell, your fucking brain felt like it had been strewn to mush - you were so foggy and delirious.

"Hey, hey," Toji cupped your face in his hand, "You feelin' okay, kid?" he knelt down to meet your eyes, running his palm over the back of your head comfortingly.

"Just wanna go home," you sniffled, eyes welling up; you were so frustrated: hungry, tired, nauseous.

"Sometimes pregnancies can be hard on the mother-" a rip of paper came from behind you, "Looks like this might be one of those instances unfortunately." The doctor's voice cut through the fog of your head like a knife; splitting your brain in two, God, you just wanted to go home.

Toji tensed at that - you could feel it in the way his soft strokes halted, his hand shaking lightly atop your head. "Okay..." his voice was steady yet still cautious, "So what does that mean...?"

The doctor only continued to work, wiping the gel of your soft belly and pulling your shirt back, "Just be careful with her," he spoke to Toji, "Don't let her do anything too strenuous, lots of sleep, and lots of support-" the doctor paused a minute, "Both mentally and physically." The doctor helped you to sit up, rough paper of the bed scratching your thighs, "She'll need it."

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To say the rest of your pregnancy was difficult would be an understatement; though you tried to pretend it wasn't, but Toji knew better.

Knew better in the way you'd shift and whine and cry at night, trying to get comfortable on the large bed, circling and circling in stress before Toji pulled you to his lap and rubbed the taught skin of your belly, soothing his restless child.

Knew better in the way you'd struggle to breathe - the baby's too big for you, too heavy as it pushes and presses your organs, compressing your lungs and making it hard to move, let alone breathe normally.

Even now, with your small body laid out across Toji's lap, it's a hot summer day and you're panting, splotches of drool soaking into Toji's cargo pants - rough fingers stroking your soft ears gently - he can feel the tension in your body, your spine is rigid and strained, each vertebrae exposed to the cool air of the living room.

"You doin' okay, pup?" He tucks his head to look at you, moving his hand to stroke your belly. Still panting, you give a light nod - it's too hot. Everything's too hot.

"'S too hot," you manage, throat dry and husk. Your tail is hanging over the side of the couch - its usual lazy swaying broken by the heat, laying limply over the cushions.

"I know baby, I know," he coos, pressing a kiss to your forehead; he feels bad, your poor body can hardly get enough air and you're near roasting. "How 'bout I get you an ice pack, huh?"

Ears perk lightly at that, limp tail bouncing a bit, "Yes, please," you whisper into Toji's shirt. He helps you to stand, keeping a hand on your lower back, the other holding your smaller palm, steading you.

The walk to the kitchen takes longer than you would've appreciated, accompanied by the dull aches and sore pain that shoots up your spine and sinks into your bones, you can't move as agile as you used to.

"M'okay," you gasp, laying against the granite island, pressing the side of your cheek into the cold stone - the heat from your body quickly turns the cool counter a murky warm.

Toji nods at you but keeps his hand on your back as he sifts through the drawer of the freezer, stroking your soft skin in circles.

Setting the cool pack onto the dent of your back, he reaches underneath you to cup the underside of your swollen middle, carefully pulling upwards a bit to ease the strain off your spine. God, you're so tiny.

A deep sigh of relief spills from your swollen lips at the lift of your tummy - Toji keeping the ice pack steady with one hand and your belly cupped gingerly in the other.

"Feel good, honey?" He looks over your shoulder, turning, you nod, panting lightly as your bring your mouth to his, meeting his plump lips with your own. You only nod, pressing your forehead into his shoulder.

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Toji knew it would be today - he could tell by the way you sat on his lap last night, taking sharp breaths, small tremors and shivers running up and down your arms; he knew.

He woke to the sound of your small whimpers; more animal-like than human. Body hidden away under the heavy nest of blankets and pillows you'd stored up over the past five months; you were insistent on sleeping on the floor - much to Toji's dismay - it offered your tired body support while you slept, rather than the memory foam mattress Toji had installed specifically for your pregnancy, anytime you fell asleep on it you felt as though you could sink through the floor.

Rubbing a hand over his face, he stepped out of bed, padding his way over to the bundle of blankets - "Hey, baby," he kept his voice low as to not startle you; he knew you'd be more protective of yourself, more vulnerable in this state.

Sitting down beside your cradled blanket, he watched you carefully; obviously distressed, wet pants and light cries coming from beneath the pastel blankets. "You doin' okay, sweetie?" he rubbed at your ears gently, you immediately swooned, nuzzling your head deeper into his hand.

"Hurts," you whispered, hand cupping the underside of your belly, Toji's eyes moved from your own to your middle, placing his hand over the taught skin, rubbing it gently.

"Yeah, I bet it does, kid." he chuckled lightly - the two of you sat in a soft silence for a while, only the turning of the fan and your whimpers breaking the wall of quiet. Toji kept his hand on your head, leaning his body against the wall, letting himself fall into a light sleep - just as he had begun to drift off he heard a you give a high-pitched whine.

Eyes shooting open, he looked to you, you were trying to stand, hand cupping your belly, the other pushing yourself up from the ground weakly.

"Hey, hey, hey," Toji pushed himself off the ground, picking your body up, legs wrapping around his waist and body pressing as close as the two of you could manage. "Lemme help, kid." nodding, you dropped your cheek to Toji's shoulder, trying to steady your breathing as he walked down the stairs, careful of your sensitivity, he kept one hand on your back, the other under your bum.

once downstairs, Toji slowly placed you onto the couch, grabbing a blanket and draping it over your lap before placing a soft kiss to your head and heading to the guest bedroom to grab a few towels.

With worried eyes, you follow his quick strides down the hall - a tight spasm of your stomach muscle pulls you to hunch over your middle; chills run up and down your spine, breathing shakily, you grip the leather armrest of the couch, tail rigid behind you.

A rough hand comes to rest against your spine, rubbing soft circles into the t-shirt you'd stolen from Toji months ago. He watches you with troubled eyes and furrowed brows; your eyes are strewn shut, ears flat to your head, small hand cupping your belly, and hairs of your tail on edge.

"T-Toji-" you manage, exhaling deeply, your hand pats the armrest of the couch in search for him - kneeling down beside you, Toji takes your small hand in his larger one, bringing his other to stroke your swollen middle; unconsciously tracing your stretchmarks with the pad of his thumb.

The contraction soon passes and the tension in your body releases, body falling back against the pillows of the couch in a deep sigh. Toji keeps to the ground, hand running over the swell of your belly gently, "You okay, sweetie?" he's gentle as not to spook you, bringing a hand up to massage your ear.

You give a tired nod, hand coming up to hold his wrist, your breathing now evened out, you give Toji a small smile. The two of you sit quietly for a couple minutes, listening to each other's soft breaths, Toji clearing his throat occasionally comforts you - comforts you in knowing you're not alone.

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"Toji 's too hot," you whine, pulling at the hem of his shirt, he aids you quickly, pulling the shirt over your head with a 'shh...'

You're kneeling on the sheets of the bed, rocking yourself back and forth, preparing yourself for the next contraction, arms trembling beneath your weight.

This contraction feels different though, it's dense - sitting in the pit of your stomach, it's longer than the others. "Toji!" you gasp, eyes flying open; a white-hot pain shooting up through your spine.

"'M here, 'm here, kid," he runs to your side of the bed, kneeling down to the ground and offering his hands - you grasp his bicep roughly, nails digging into the muscle of his arm.

"Gah!" a low groan rolls up the back of your throat, and for a moment you think you might puke. Shifting from knee to knee, the pain bellows itself within your stomach, pooling into the seat of you. Dropping your head between your shoulder blades you let out a deep moan, face scrunched in stress.

"Shh... good girl," Toji looks around your arm to watch your belly, the hulk of it seems lower, dropping almost - he furrows his brows gently at that, the baby dropped; meaning he only had a small window of time to get you comfortable somewhere before your body was forced to shut down and focus on birthing his child.

"Hey, baby," he smiles lightly, voice in a low whisper. Lifting your head, tired eyes stare into his, he moves to stand, cupping your face in his hands softly, "Baby, I gotta' tell ya' somethin', 'kay?" he moves to run a hand up and down the plank of your back.

You swallow through a nod, already too tired to speak besides groans and small whimpers.

"I think the baby dropped, which means we gotta' figure out your safety spot," he bites his lip nervously, "'Kay?" he digs his hand into your shoulder, trying to ease some of the taught muscle.

He sees the switch in your expression, an obvious panic settling into your mind, your ears falling back and tail curling between your legs. you start to shift back, crawling in small steps with your hands and knees away from Toji.

immediately, Toji's grabbing you gently, pulling your body back to him. He drags your body into his lap, holding you in a loose hug; fat tears soak into his Harley, your panic and stressed filled sobs pull at his heart as you sniffle into the sleeves of his shirt in distress, broken cries muffled by the fabric.

"I know, baby, I know," his voice is wet, nearly catching in his throat at the sound of you coughing on your own spit and tears, "Baby, baby," he cups his hands beneath your armpits, pulling you up to rest against his shoulder. "Baby, c'mon, 'm gonna take care you, I promise."

You only cry harder at that, stuffing your face into his neck before Toji's gently pulling you away to look at you, "Baby, I promise," he strokes your cheek with his knuckles, "I know it's scary, honey, but I promise you, I promise, I'm gonna take care of you."

Nodding, you let him pick you up from the bed, cradling your body, he walks into the suite bathroom, bringing you to the tub. He sits on the edge as he fills it, holding you in his lap; you're still shaking, violent tremors running up and down your skin, the hairs of your tail, cheek, and arms stand on edge.

Toji offers as much comfort as he can, a hand running up and down your back comfortingly. Your head is tucked into his neck, shaky breaths huff against his skin. Chills run up his arms as realization sets in, that you're about to have a baby, that you're about to have his baby. He lets you rest in his lap for a little bit, pressing kisses to your temple and massaging your ears gently.

"'Kay, baby," he starts, you immediately tense, "Let's get you in the tub, 'kay?" he moves to his feet, gently lowering your small body into the luke-warm water. You whimper when he steps away, body sinking into the vulnerability of your state.

"Toji-"

"'M right here, sweetie," he keeps his voice steady, grabbing a baby blue towel from the shelf, he makes his way back to you, kneeling down beside the tub.

✶ ✶ ✶

You're resting against the end of the tub, one hand cupping the underside of your belly and the other reaching for Toji. He smiles at you, linking your hands together and resting them on the porcelain edge of the tub.

The two of you sit in silence for a while, Toji occasionally squeezing your hand in comfort. He watches you with a sympathetic smile, your eyes drifting closed before another contraction hits and you're forced awake.

"'Nother one?" Toji's eyebrows raise and you nod, he clears his throat, bending over the edge of the tub, helping you move to your hands and knees. The water submerges your belly as you arch your back into the contraction.

You're mostly quiet throughout the contractions, opting to sway on your knees as Toji's hand runs up and down your back. Letting out a whine, you push yourself to your forearms, forehead resting against the cool porcelain.

"Shh..." Toji soothes, rubbing the base of your neck, the pressure of his hand distracting you, "I know, you're doin' so good, pup."

You release a puff of air, swollen cheeks hallowing as the pain shoots up your spine, and then you're cupping your belly with one hand, the other resting at the bottom of the tub. panting, you rock yourself softly, hoping the pain would ease only to have it rile in the seat of your back, sending pins and needles down your thighs, "Toji..." you whisper through a shaky gasp.

"I know, I know," He comforts, running his hand from the base of your neck to your back, pressing until you're bending downwards.

"Gah!" you cry out, back arching and breasts pressing into the tub's slope.

"Sorry, honey," Toji winces at your small whimpers, "Needed to get you down a bit, 's gonna help move the lil' squirt, 'kay?" you gulp wetly through a nod, bracing yourself as the pain rivets throughout your abdomen.

Hissing through your teeth, you duck your head, back pulled into a strain, a numbness settling into your legs when suddenly you felt a 'pop'. Picking your head up, eyes widening, you turn to look around your belly, reaching a hand down between your thighs; you pad around in frustration.

"What's up?" Toji runs his hand up and down the arm you're steadying yourself with, the other following the your hand between your legs to run up and down your thigh, "You good?"

You shake your head, eyes cinched shut, "I-" you gulp, "I think my water broke..." pulling your hand back to cup your belly, you look to Toji for help, eyes heavy with fear.

Toji doesn't say anything, only runs his hand back to pet at your entrance, pulling his hand away, he brings it up to see a pinkish fluid covering his fingers, he quickly rubs the bloody water away off one of the towels by his knee as to not let you see.

Your eyes follow his movements before meeting on his own, bottom lip quivering, Toji's quick to console you, bringing his hand down to rub at your stomach, the other cupping your head to his chest, "Shh..." he pets your head softly, "You're okay, you're okay, sweet girl."

He pushes himself away from you, standing up from his knees, he pulls off his shirt, keeping his boxers on, he moves to sit in the tub with you. Backing up, you let him sit back against the slanted end before he's pulling you back to his chest, your clamy back pressed against his wet chest, face nuzzled into his neck.

Time seems to move slower as you progress, body bending and spine curling in rivets, your legs are thrown over Toji's thighs, his legs bent beside you, hand running over the curve of your belly, pressing gently into your taught skin.

Groaning, your back arches into Toji's hold, pressing yourself up into his chest in a whine; he pulls you back, cupping your head to his cheek and pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. His large hand remains on your middle, rubbing small circles with the pad of his thumb.

"Hurts so much," you seethe, teeth clenched and eyes screwed shut, your nails dig into the meat of your thighs before Toji's pulling them away and holding them up in the air.

"Shh..." he whispers at the base of your neck, "I know, honey-"

"Ow!" you arch again, "Needa' push," you cry, tears pour over your cheeks at the realization that this was it. that you were about to give birth, that you were going through this without an epidural and that you were about to do this all alone - that you were about to have a baby.

Toji can nearly see the gears turning in your head, click, click, click, feeding your mind with precariousness, your mental state leaching off the thoughts like a snake to blood. He's quick to redirect you, readjusting your legs in his hands, he's holding the pit of your knee, pulling your legs back somewhat. You're still gasping and panting and crying, nearly choking back on your own spit.

"Breathe, baby, shh..." he brings a hand up to turn your face to his own, "Breathe for me, sweetheart, c'mon" he presses a kiss to the bridge of your nose and your pants soften to heavier huffs of shaky air.

He lets you sit for a couple seconds, chest heaving in a struggle to calm yourself, he keeps his lips pressed to your cheek, whispering soft words and small breaths of "Shh," rubbing the skin of your thighs gently before your body is pulsating again, muscles contracting and spasming.

"Needa' push?" He pulls away to look over your shoulder, brows furrowed in concern at your appearance: your skin is hot, deep circles under your tired eyes, lip covered in broken dried blood - like plates of a desert, bitten in pain.

You nod weakly, pushing yourself up some, you bear down, teeth bared in a grimace, you dig your nails into Toji's biceps, he's pulling your legs back towards you.

"Breathe," he coaches, you fall back to his chest, lungs heaving in a pant. He brings a hand down to cup a pool of the water into his palm, pouring it over your belly. Rubbing the skin of your middle, he presses soft kisses to your swollen cheek. "Doin' so good for me, baby," you pant into his neck, "So good."

✶ ✶ ✶

As you begin to transition, Toji's moved you to the granite floor of the bathroom, towels and blankets rolled flat beneath you, his hand resting on the dent of your lower back. You're back to rocking back and forth as the baby crowns - the baby had started crowing 15 minutes ago, moving slowly as it nearly breached your body.

"Toji..." you whine, ears drooping, you can feel the baby's head crown again when you push - a heavy feeling pressing against your hips. "Toji!" You yelp, tail bending between your legs.

Toji's quick to pull it back, holding it up while still rubbing small circles into your skin, "'M right here sweetie, you're doin' great." He tilts his head a bit, "Got another push fr'me, baby?" He looks back to you.

Nodding, you bend down and push, your whole body runs rigid, thighs so tight they're shivering, arms trembling, and jaw aching.

"Lil' more, right there, good girl." Toji bends your tail back over the flesh of your bum to push your hips downwards. He brings his hand to your entrance, feeling around before stopping lightly, the head just barely meets the tips of his fingers. "There he is."

At Toji's words, you bore down once more, nearly growling as your body trembled, you don't have enough air - you choke back in a breath.

"Hey, easy, easy, easy," Toji pulls away to cup your jaw in his hand, "Dont push yet, sweetheart."

You feel like crying - it hurts so bad and you just want your baby. "Hurts, Toji," you break out into a sob. Toji's eyes widen, immediately bringing both hands down to cup your wet cheeks.

"Hey, hey, hey," he wipes your brow, "What's up, sweetie, you're okay, you're okay."

You shake your head, coughing wetly, "'S scary," you cry, lashes stuck together, soaked in your tears.

"Baby," he coos, you only sob harder, arms threatening to give out beneath your weight. Toji moves to sit in front of you, pulling you up into a hug, one hand cupping the back of your head, the other running down your spine. "Shh...I know, I know."

You're coughing and drooling and sobbing and your face is swollen and you feel like you can breathe - there's too much happening, you're so afraid.

"Calm down, kid," he pulls back to hold your wet cheeks in his hands, heat from your body sinks into his palms, "Hey, hey, deep breaths fr'me, 'kay?" He nods.

Swallowing, you nod tiredly, slouching into his hold, eyes falling shut and breath nearly evening before you're pulled into another contraction. "Haa...haa" you're sobbing, more tears spill over your cheeks in frustration.

Groaning, you push yourself off of his chest, Toji helps you to your hands and knees, arms straining under you, head lolling between your shoulders lazily. Toji moves to kneel beside you, a hand massaging the base of your shoulders, the other running up and down your thigh.

"C'mon, sweetheart, give me a push," he brings his hand from your thigh to your entrance. Giving a growl, you dig deep and push. You can feel your body stretching, splitting, and breaking as the head pushes your swollen entrance, "That's it, c'mon, hold it, hold it!" Toji encourages, bringing both hands up to rest against the small head.

"Good girl, just a little bit more, sweetie," he pets your back gently, "He's right there."

Groaning, you inhale quickly, regaining the push. Your head feels light, splashes of black and white cross your vision as you sit yourself into the push. You're panting, a wave of nausea runs up your body as the ears breach your body, it burns - you feel like you're being split apart.

"Okay, okay, okay," Toji keeps a hand on the now partially breached head, the other on your shoulder.

"Ahh, haa...haa," panting, you nearly topple over before Toji's pushing your hip to the ground, elevating your bum with a folded towel.

"You're doin' so good, kid," Toji kisses your forehead, ruffling your ears, he moves back to between your legs, holding his hands out beneath you.

Shaking your head, you move to push again, face hot and lidded eyes burning with tears, Toji stops you - pressing his hand to your stomach lightly, "Easy," he watches you, "Push with your contractions baby, you're gonna tire yourself if you don't, 'kay?"

Nodding, you groan as another contraction rips itself through your body, forcing you to curl in on yourself, tail going rigid and ears flat to your head. The hairs on your neck stand up, the burn between your thighs runs cold, your legs growing numb.

"Good girl, good girl, he's right here, sweetie," Toji coaches, a hand on your thigh, the other helping to move the baby's head at an easier angle. "You're doin' so good, honey," you're sobbing, crying and choking again, "Just a lil' bit more, baby, you're so close."

The nerves in your body seem to fall numb at a soft pop, the baby's head falling into Toji's hand, he brings the other down to help pull with your feeble pushes.

"Gonna pull him a lil' bit, 'kay?"

You only cry, weakly reaching for Toji. You feel so vulnerable - everything's so heavy and thick and muffled and you feel like you're sinking into the floor. You can barely see - a blurry foam covering your eyes as you strain.

Toji notices your panic, keeping the babies head in one hand while the other grabs your hand, pad of his thumb rubbing small circles into your clamy skin. "'M right here, kid," your chest slows, breathing deepening, "Not goin anywhere, sweetie." He lets you sit for a second or two, echoing your pants with his own.

after a minute or two, you press yourself upwards into a squat, Toji's hand on your shoulder, the other beneath you.

"You do what feels right, okay, baby?" he watches your eyes, "Push when you need to, 'kay?" he shuffles up to a squat in front of you, balancing on the balls of his shoes, "'M not leavin' ya."

Swallowing tearfully, you bring a hand down to cup the baby's head, Toji's hand coming to rest of yours. You inhale deeply before pushing again, curling in on yourself and tucking your body into Toji's chest.

Toji works with you, pulling with your push lightly, turning the head to relieve the stretch, chanting "good girl," in your ear as you bare yourself again, grunting into the next contraction, the shoulders fall free and the baby falls into Toji's hands.

You fall to your bum, gasping for air as Toji quickly grabs a towel from beside him, wrapping the baby up as it cries.

"'S a boy," he smiles tearfully at you, carefully handing the bundle to you. Toji moves to sit behind you, pulling your exhausted body into the seat of his lap. Moving your tail over the side of his thigh, he brings his arms up to support your hold on the baby.

"He's so pretty," you smile, rubbing a finger over his small ears; he's so tiny, fitting in space of Toji's palm, he's already asleep in your hold.

"He sure is, pup," he kisses the back of your head, "Ya did a good job, sweetheart."

sighing, you lean into Toji's hold, chest rising and falling in synch with his, "Whatta' gonna name him?" Toji pets your cheek softly.

"I like the name Megumi," you whisper, running your finger up and down Megumi's cheek, Toji hums, kissing your temple.

"'M tired," you slur, looking up at him.

Toji only nods, bringing his arms fully underneath to hold Megumi, he presses a kiss to your nose gently, "Go to sleep, pup."

#toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jujustu kaisen #jjk fushiguro #jjk #jjk toji #fushiguro

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tonguetiedraven · 2 years

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Hi, I was just wondering if you have any headcanons for Blue Exorcist?

I'm not sure why, but my mind went entirely blank when I saw this ask xD I've managed to mostly rally my brain cells back together and come up with a few for the exwires and a few general ones :) Rin

ADHD and Dyslexia. (Are those really still head canons or are they considered canon at this point?)

Really sensitive to textures and gets easily distracted and upset if he’s wearing scratchy things.

Loves cuddling. Platonic or romantic is fine. He just likes cuddling.

He has one of Shirou’s rosaries and keeps it with him at all times.

Always chewing on things. Pencils, pens, food, gum, fingernails, sticks, sleeves, anything he can get hold of.

Run’s warmer than most people but is always cold.

Bi. Boy is very bi and still realizing it about himself.

Never really gets sick, even before the demon thing. When he does he’s very quiet about it and tries to hide it until he can’t.

Likes shopping, and doesn’t really care what he’s shopping for. Anything is fun.

Loves kids and is really good with them. Wants some whenever he gets older.

Yukio

Always cold (it’s the depression.)

Loves sweets and never allows himself them.

Thinks slapstick is one of the greatest forms of comedy.

Adores puns and is quick to think of them.

Addicted to caffeine.

Knows Latin

Chose to get the Doctor Meister because Rin’s optimistic belief in him made him want to be a doctor.

Demisexual.

Shadow demons terrified him as a child, and it still makes him afraid of the dark even though he’ll never admit it.

Anal about having his books/manga in a certain order and gets really annoyed if they’re moved.

Ryuuji

Needs glasses and hates them so he bought himself contacts the minute he could.

He gets the migraine from his mother and they’re always aggravated by skipping meals. He carries protein bars around to help avoid missing meals.

Likes to draw/paint to relieve stress and keep himself loose for drawing magical circles. He likes to sketch his classmates and would be mortified if they ever saw his stuff.

Enjoys Japanese operas and has a few entirely memorized.

Gay and very private about it.

I think I have curry as his favorite food in every fic I write, lol. He strikes me as the type to feel guilty about loving something so unhealthy, and rarely allows himself the treat.

Doesn’t care for coffee at all but is addicted to green tea.

Crabby as hell if he has to stay up past his bedtime.

His prayer beads were gifted to him by his father when he was a child and just learning how to chant.

Has a hard time falling asleep without listening to chants.

Introvert and protective of his alone time. If he chooses to give it up for you, you’re important.

Konekomaru

The official bug removed. He has no fear of creepy-crawlies and has been tasked with getting rid of them since he was a kid because Renzou gets loud when there are bugs around.

Prefers reading nonfiction to anything else.

Hates getting up early but makes himself do it anyway.

Has gotten in trouble on numerous occasions for feeding stray cats around the temple.

Renzou

Thank to Rynoa’s fantastic work, I now headcanon him as disliking especially sweet things. He only eats sweets because he thinks girls likes them.

He’s extremely good at figuring out escape routes and always locates the obvious and not obvious exits whenever he goes someplace. Never know when you’re gonna need to escape.

Was scared of Yamantaka when he was little and still doesn’t fully know what to make of him.

He’s seen demons all his life and has always considered Bon and Konekomaru naive to dedicate their lives to fighting them without any real idea what they’re like.

Smart and tries very hard to hide it.

Shiemi

Extrovert but shy.

I also think she’s a demisexual.

She’s seen demons all her life, but they never scared her. She’s always assumed they were friendly unless proven otherwise.

She will prune any plant she’s near. It’s just a habit at this point.

She’ll poke around house plants and check their leaves and soil to make sure they’re happy.

Izumo

Ride or die friend. She will tease/mock you relentlessly and tear anyone apart who dares to do the same.

She knows how to knit and likes to make little dolls. She’s extremely bashful about gifting them.

She adores colorful gel pens and glitter pens.

Vegetarian

General head canons

Mephisto has the sky at True Cross rigged so the stars are visible.

Lewin is connected to Section 13, but not a full clone. I think he was a test subject as a child.

Kuro chases mice away from the dorms when he’s not hanging with Rin.

I head canon Takara is controlled entirely by the demon and in a sort of sleep paralysis state, very occasionally waking from it before the demon sends him back to sleep.

Demons sleep with their eyes partly open (Rin included) so they can keep mildly alert even while they’re asleep.

#ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #aoex #asks #headcanons #aoex head canons #rin okumura #yukio okumura #ryuuji suguro #ryuji suguro #bon suguro #konekomaru miwa #renzou shima #shiemi moriyama #izumo kamiki

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littlesniggy · 3 years

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Helloooooo! I love your writing and was looking forward to the request being opened again🥺 I'm feeling so excited right now!

Hmm, may i ask for a nsfw scenario with ichiji where he says "my face is your throne, come sit on it"?

Have a good day 💗

Hey Anon! Thank you for requesting! I love writing for Ichiji and I hope you like it! I'm not entirely sure what readers and Ichiji's relationship exactly is but I'd say it's pretty close to being in an actual relationship lol Reader is not royal (and maybe is/has been a servant?) and Ichiji just sticks to to her every chance he gets. I hope you're not mad at me but I changed your quote cause it just fit so perfectly but I can change it if you want! Just send me a message and tell me!! Anyway, please enjoy!

Warning: 18+, nsfw, oral, light slapping, name calling, King x Queen (servant lol)

Pairing: Ichiji x female reader

Word count: 2.4k

With an amused look he watched you order the cooks around, wanting everything to be perfect for the big day. He’d usually never even dream of lowering himself to coming down here but the whispering of the servants left him curious and he was surprised to actually see you invest so much time and effort into something so trivial and stupid like a birthday – of all the things you could’ve chosen to invest time in it was a birthday! He found it ridiculous.

“Instead of grinning so smugly you could help too!” you demanded, putting your hands on your hips. Ichiji raised an eyebrow in enjoyment, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Help?” he asked, voice sounding cocky. “Nah, that’s peasant’s work. But I guess you feel right at home here, don’t you, Y/n?” He was testing you but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of getting flustered.

“And what if I do?” you retorted, crossing your arms as well, taking up the challenge. The man snickered, the grin not leaving his face. “Serf stays serf, amirite?” his voice dropped an octave, knowing he hit a nerve but not giving a shit at all. You grinded your teeth, breathed in and out of your nose deeply before putting on a fake smile.

“Guess so. Got a problem with it?” He knew he got you and one more word could push you over the edge but he weighed his options and came to the conclusion that you being in a bad mood was not worth the fun. “See you later then, Y/n. Don’t overexert yourself down here. Father’s party is about to start in an hour and I want you to take a shower before you show yourself. Just cuz you like hanging around the servants you don’t need to look like one.” And with that, he left.

You watched him leave; once he was gone, the anger hit you and you let out an angry screech. “Bastard!” you yelled after him before turning back to the cooks who were all standing there petrified at this encounter. Nobody dared to talk to him like that and live. Understandably, they had no idea how to behave.

“What are you looking at?! Get back to work!”

Judge’s birthday was as boring as you had expected – until the drinking came! You knew Ichiji and his siblings wouldn’t get drunk but all these high-profile people that had been invited sure as hell did. You weren’t particularly fond of the Vinsmoke leader but it was always good to be on his good side; especially since he was the one who let you stay here. Ichiji would kick you off this kingdom if his father told him to.

You were standing on the side line, a drink in your hand but still sober. After all, this was still your first and you never intended on getting drunk yourself. Niji and Yonji were drinking two other princes under the table, mocking them for being so weak. Barely dressed ladies kept serving alcohol, being subject to a lot of maybe wanted or unwanted attention, you didn’t know but either way they knew what they were getting into.

“This party is quite the success. You’re gonna stay to clean up after everyone, too, servant?” you heard Ichiji’s voice next to you and were surprised to see him lean casually against the wall, a mug of beer in his hand. “And if I did?” you questioned, turning your whole body towards him, getting closer and leaning your body against his, looking up at him suggestively. “Are you gonna punish me?”

Ichiji’s smirk grew wider, his hand finding its way to your cheek, gently stroking it. “Depends….” He said, his thumb stroking your bottom lip. “On what?” you whispered, putting his thumb between your lips, lightly sucking on the digit while never breaking eye contact.

“If you do a good job or not. Can’t have a sloppy maid now, can I?” he replied, enjoying the way your sucked in his finger with your mouth. “Guess you can’t. But I guess I’m more of a queen material anyway, right?” you started moving your head back and forth slowly, tasting the salt on his skin. “Queen material?” he chuckled, pulling his thumb out of your wet cave. “You’re not even close to being a princess. So what makes you think you can be a queen?” he smeared your saliva on your cheek, awaiting your response.

“Well…and the reason for that is that you’ve never actually taught me how to be a proper queen in the first place. So I’d say it’s actually your fault, isn’t it?” you bit your bottom lip, loving the way you two went back and forth until one of you won. Or landed in bed.

“Is that so? Then I guess I have to teach you.”

“I’m not expert but I think this is not how a queen behaves….” You said, looking up at Ichiji not overly excited about your position. You had your hands were folded on your naked lap, your bare breasts being on full display for him to look at. When you were thinking about him giving you “lessons” about being a queen, you had the slight hope he would actually let you command him around but you should’ve known better.

“Before you can be a queen, you need to learn how to listen to your king first, Y/n.” he said with a smug grin on his face, sitting in front of you on the bed, you between his spread legs like a good servant, not a queen. “Well, what does my king want?” you asked, looking up at him with one eyebrow raised.

“Your king wants you to please him, like the good little slut you usually are for him.” He purred. “And how does my king wish to be pleased?” you insisted, already knowing the answer. You saw a slight twitch in his pants to your words, getting hard by you being so submissive to him. Why haven’t you done this before? Master and slave, or if you wanted to insist king and “queen”, was really doing it for him. And you two haven’t even really started yet.

“Why don’t you start by opening my pants? You need to serve your king, remember? And undressing him is part of this.” He answered, watching how you got up with a small grin on your lips, starting to undress him completely. He had to get up for you to remove his pants but when you were done, you sat back down between your legs, looking up at him with big eyes.

You tried to ignore his member practically poking your face and instead focus on his face. “You may worship my body.” He allowed you with this condescending tone and shit eating grin but it turned you on. To be honest, this position had you even more excited than originally expected. His harsh eyes boring into you, devouring every inch of your naked body, leaving a hot prickle on your skin.

Your hands started moving up his calved, your face leaning in to kiss the skin of his legs up, over his knees and to his thighs. Your palms came up with your head, rubbing the sensitive skin on his inner thighs, seeing how he got light goosebumps at your touch. His member twitched a little, bobbing up and down in front of your face but you didn’t pay it attention just yet.

Your lips kissed his thighs, your teeth lightly scratching over the flesh before you moved further up to his hip bone, nibbling on it while your hands felt his abs, tracing each pack carefully, feeling how his muscles flexed underneath your touch. His dick brushed against your cheek when you started kissing his stomach as well, his pre-cum leaving a hot and wet mark on your skin.

Your pussy started to get wetter at the short contact, already anticipating the moment it could wrap around him and clench him until he was dry. You wanted to touch yourself so badly, wanted to give yourself some pleasure as well but, in order to be a good queen, you needed to put his needs above your own (for now at least).

Your lips moved down again, kissing the junction of his lower abdomen and dick, his member pressed flush against your cheek while you did. You moved one hand to the base of his dick, wrapping your fingers around him and letting your thumb circle the soft skin of his dick. You wanted to hear him sigh at this contact but you were left disappointed. He never gave you the satisfaction of letting you see how good you made him feel.

“May I kiss your dick, my king?” you asked, looking back up at him again, waiting for permission. His dick twitched once again at your words, the grin growing even wider if that was even possible. “You may.” He allowed, watching how you slowly kissed his member with little butterfly kisses up and down.

“It’s so perfect, my king.” You praised him. Another twitch. “I wonder what it tastes like.” Even though you knew what he tasted like you enjoyed how his dick twitched with each word, betraying his otherwise aloof behavior. He was a human being with a good sex drive, after all. His father apparently didn’t wipe out all of his emotions.

“You can give it a try.” He suggested. “Thank you.” Your mouth wrapped around the hot head, followed by a long and deep suck, eliciting a small grown from him. Finally, you thought satisfied. You let your tongue twirl around the tip, first slowly, then fast, then back to slowly. The pre-cum started coming out more frequently, being eagerly licked up by your tongue and swallowed.

“How eager you are to please your king. Maybe I can make a good queen out of you after all. But first, you need to put in a little more effort. I think you can fit more of me into your mouth, can’t you?” he asked. As a response, you started taking him in deeper and deeper, feeling how his big member filled your mouth to the brim before taking him down your throat, swallowing him to the base. Now it was your turn to grown at this feeling, the vibration stimulating him in return. “That’s right, Y/n. Just like that.” He praised, voice sounding a little strained.

You let his dick glide out your mouth again, sucking on his tip before taking him in deep into your mouth once more, this time only until his tip brushed against the back of your throat. With that, you started to bob your head forth and back in a steady pace, your hands moving in tandem with your mouth, giving him as much pleasure as possible.

You twisted your hand, varying the pressure of your hand around his shaft; your second hand came up to his balls, fondling them in your palm or squeezing lightly. You put in all your effort into pleasing him while your own arousal was dripping to the floor by now. Every time you took him in, tasted his pre-cum, made him twitch your core send up electric impulses through your body, begging to be pleased as well.

“Do you like my dick?” your heard him ask. A quick look up at his face told him you certainly did, hallowing your cheeks to suck at him again before bobbing your head repeatedly.

When you let him slip out of your mouth, you didn’t give him time to complain or reprimand you; you took your breasts and put them around his dick, starting to move them up and down, your eyes finding his anew. “Do you like this, my king?” you asked innocently, wiggling your breasts between your hands, creating a sight he simply couldn’t resist.

“I would be a fool if I didn’t.” he replied, watching how your tits moved around his dick. You lowered your head, letting your tongue flicker over the mushroom head every time it appeared, licking up his arousal once more. Your fingers started twisting your nipples, finally giving you some pleasure even though it was not the desired spot.

“Damn, Y/n. Pleasuring yourself? I thought I’ve told your that you should put my needs above your own…” he scolded you in amusement, loving the sight of your twisting your nipples while you gave him a tit job.

“I’ve been thinking….my job as your queen is to serve you but….what’s the king’s obligation towards his queen?” you asked, continuously moving around him. Ichiji huffed, grabbing your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“If you have time to think and ask silly questions while your entire focus should be on pleasing me then I guess I was a little hasty in praising you.” He whispered in a deep tone, this bass resonating in your own body.

You bit your lip at his words but didn’t stop your movements; your fingers pinched your nipples hard, making you pant in response. “Maybe that’s because I need your help, my king.” You whispered back, rubbing your thighs together. “I’ve been dripping ever since I started to touch you, my king. Your body has just this effect on me…” you praised him, thinking it will increase your chances of him finally giving you pleasure as well.

Ichiji chuckled at your words and let go of your chin, instead tracing your cheek with his finger. “Is that so?” he asked curiously. “Of course, my king. I’m craving your body.” You kept going, looking him deep into his eyes. “Pathetic.” He purred, making you stop dead in your tracks at his words. What?

“You want to be a queen yet you act like the servant you’ve always been and always will be.” He grabbed your hair and pulled you on your feet, pulling your face close to his.

“But you-“

“- said I would teach you how to be a queen? I did. But the moment I told you to undress and get on your knees you should’ve fought back. Cuz that’s what queens do….”

“You damn bastard, you set me up!”

“I did. But I can’t say I didn’t like what you did. So, as the graceful and just king that I am, I’m gonna make you an offer.” His hand let go of your hair and instead pulled you onto his lab by your hips.

“Since you wanna be a queen so badly, why don’t you sit your dripping pussy down on my face? Cuz that’s the only throne you’ll be sitting on tonight.”

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ok i have thoughts and i'm gonna fix this for my oc canon bc none of this had to happen. under a cut for boruto episode 246 spoilers.

in general my oc canon sticks decently close to canon with some pretty notable exceptions. though i won't get into most of those here, because this is about kagura.

important things to know going into this, however, that Do make a difference regarding my oc canonverse lore:

Mangetsu is alive. He was forced into hiding following the event that killed Chojuuro's parents many years ago, when they were attacked by some bandits or smth. They'd all already fucked off when Ao happened on the scene, Mangetsu ended up taking the fall for it, and he went into hiding. he came out more when Mei took the hat, working largely in the shadows to keep things more or less sane among the village in the very beginnings of reformation.

Hiroki, my oc, is Chojuuro's personal bodyguard-slash-husband, and a big himbo. He's a member of Kiri ANBU and a former member of the Hunter-nin unit. Between him and Chojuuro, they act as Kagura's adoptive parents, where Mei and Ao (also alive and also did not get recruited into Kara) act as his grandparents.

Hiroki and Chojuuro also adopted Ikada following the previous Funato Incident but i dont have much on this yet until we know what happens with Ikada in canon

to start things off -- Hiroki and Mangetsu were assigned by Chojuuro to accompany the kids on their escort mission. when things escalated, they were told to keep a close eye on the kids.

fast forward to the recent events of the arc -- Kagura is stabbed still, yes. Hiroki, who has medical training from his time in the hunter-nin unit and a strong understanding of anatomy, was able to get Kagura stable enough for Mangetsu and the kids to take him back to the village for proper treatment.

Hiroki, then, goes full feral hog on the Funato grunts. lets loose after the first time in YEARS. during the first Funato Incident five years prior to this, he'd nearly been killed and now has a gnarly scar on his neck from it. so, like a normal and sane person, he starts ripping out throats with his bare teeth.

think, like, full berserker mode. blind rage, no thoughts, chakra tingling in every limb and crackling around him. he uses a chakra nature transformation kekkei touta called storm release, or tempest release, which basically. think like. thunderstorm, storms, tempests, etc etc. that's the ✨vibe✨. it's a combination of water, wind, and lightning -- which is why it's a kekkei touta, not a kekkei genkai, which only combines two natures.

ANYWAY im giving backstory here where it doesn't belong. one of these days i'll unleash the Hiroki backstory arc.

he makes quick work of the grunts, hacking and slashing at them with dual katana, with his own bare fists, with his teeth. slaughters the ones that Mangetsu wasn't able to get to. and when the grunts are all taken care of, and when Hiroki is covered head to toe in blood and viscera and whatever the hell else, he sets his attention to Funamushi.

with Funamushi, he takes his time. goes real slow, makes sure he feels the same pain and agony that Kagura felt. after all, he's a whiz with anatomy -- he knows where he can stab and poke and cut without putting the bastard out of his misery. beats the living daylights out of him till his face is damn near unrecognizable.

and he stabs him, centimeters away from his heart. just out of the way enough that Funamushi's life isn't in immediate danger.

"look at me," Hiroki tells him. does the thing where he lifts Funamushi's chin with the hilt of his sword. "I want you to look in my eyes while I kill you."

and then he rips Funamushi's head from his shoulders.

he carries Funamushi's head back to Chojuuro on the ships, tossing it at his feet. "don't ask questions," Hiroki tells him. "everyone is okay and I'll explain later. The most important thing right now is taking these fuckers down."

long story short, Kagura makes it out okay with a nasty scar to show for it. he retires from shinobi life and resumes his old position as Chojuuro's aide/advisor, remaining in the Mizukage office. when he's been recovered enough that he feels comfortable leaving the village, he and Ikada (and Boruto sometimes) travel around to smaller island nations surrounding Kiri, doing what they can to help keep these tinier nations afloat, no pun intended. When they return for good, Kagura takes up a diplomatic role.

Buntan becomes the Seventh Mizukage after Chojuuro retires and keeps Hebiichigo and Kyohou as her personal guards. Kagura remains an advisor.

Chojuuro and Hiroki don't leave the kid's side while he's in the hospital and Misuno, Chojuuro's aide and other bodyguard, keeps having to play mom to these grown ass adults so they don't literally break down. "neither of you will be useful asleep on your feet. go home. get some rest. i'll keep an eye on him. go home."

they loose a lot of sleep in the weeks following the incident. Kagura ends up with some pretty rough PTSD from the whole situation, Ikada barely made it out without being brainwashed into Funato ways of life, Hiroki had to watch his son nearly die and Chojuuro has to hear about it all after the war is over. Ao and Mei had been away when this all happened and had to hear about it well after the fact when they returned, which was not. fun.

anyway

i think thats everything

yeah im normal about this i am SO normal about this

#desposting #this episode has RUINED ME #anyway.#boruto anime spoilers #boruto episode 246 #ocposting #shimizu hiroki #oc canonverse #this needs a name. one day i'll name this au #i have a name for my Other au which is an everybody lives overhaul au #but not THIS ONE. anyway

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hellooo i have read your Han fic and it's so gooooooood you really know how to portray the one and only Han Jisung omgggg. can i ask for a seventeen smut? if it's okay with you. since I'm into Jeonghan these days i really want to know how will Jeonghan react if you two arw bffs since high school then one day things changed, both of you began being so touchy and flirty then he challenges you if you can resist him omgggg like he is so cocky and confident aaaaaah BYE-

aweee thank you so much! I love love love writing for the one and only Han Jisung!! thank you so much for your patience as well anon I’m soooo sorry that this took me an age to get out, but I hope that ya like the product hehe 💕

yjh was here | reader x jeonghan |

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x yoon jeonghan

Genre: fluff n’ smut

Tags: friends to lovers, bit of a comfort fic, bestfriend!jeonghan, cockyandflirty!jeonghan as we love him, lowkey mutual pining, mingyu, wonwoo, soonyoung side characters, coworkers au, mentions of food and mild food dares, mentions of alcohol+getting drunk, mentions of divorce (past), marking, reach-around teasing (r receiving), fluffy unprotected sex, body praising, spicy truth or dare, cuddles

Word count: 4.4k

Yoon Jeonghan had a habit. It wasn’t the worst of habits, but it was the kind that would clutter up your life. Often, you would wonder why he would do it, and why he hadn’t stopped: not even after you had mentioned it so many times.

It had started in high school. High school, that eternity away now. Luckily, your past was riddled with memories of him, and all of the little things that you had shared together; lunches, late nights studying, throwing littler paper wads at eachother from across the room. He would pull at the tie around your neck that was a part of the school uniform just to get a rise out of you. Jeonghan would nap during class, and you would be the one to wake him up with the flick of your finger. On cold walks to school, he would lend you his scarf, and on hot summer nights you’d stay out searching for snacks until sleep drew your eyes down, and he’d let you lean on him the whole walk home.

yjh was here

He wrote it on the first exam you had ever failed in your whole life.

Conversely, he had gotten nearly a perfect score. He was annoyingly good at everything he did. That, or he was just really good at cheating his way through things. When you thought about it, it was likely the latter that was more accurate.

At first you thought it was a joke. It was as if he was taunting you for failing miserably at mathematics II. You were never good at math anyway.

The second time he wrote it was when you had fallen asleep in class. It wasn’t a common occurrence. He’d call you a baby for being scared to fall asleep during class for fear of being startled awake by the teacher. However, this was the week that had been the longest for you: the week that everything fell apart.

Even into your mid twenties, your mother still would never tell you why your father had left that week and you never saw it fit to prod more.

He had written it on a scrap piece of paper after getting you a strawberry milk and leaving it for you on your desk.

yjh was here

Since then, he had taken the opportunity to write it everywhere he could manage. Suddenly his little scribbles filled up the margins of your notebooks; on post-it notes--he’d even etch it onto the skin on your arm in soft blue pen ink. Later, when the two of you had gone on to college, he would sneak into your dorm to write it everywhere he could find. No matter how many times you would erase it from your little whiteboard by your desk, he’d always manage to write it over, noticing immediately that it was gone.

Today, you had noticed that he had slipped it into your legal folder, among other more boring and business-y things and you had no idea how it had gotten there. It must have been sometime the day before, as he had written it on a napkin from the catering company.

yjh was here.

In all the many years that he had followed you from place to place, you must have amassed hundreds of his little notes. You kept the ones that he would give you at work tucked away in a desk, often forgetting that they were kept there until you would stumble upon them, tugging a little smile at your face. The rest of them you kept at home in a little box in your closet, even deeper away, never really knowing why. The act of simply having them was satisfaction enough, in fact, you never really minded a little clutter.

☆彡

With eyes drooping, you scratched away on your yellow note pad, writing a string of nonsense words that sounded important from the presentation. The red setting setting sun reminded you that it was your least favorite time of day: the time where the last work hour of the day would appear to stretch into twenty. Under the table your scratchy cotton work-pants felt even more scratchy than usual. Somewhere above you, the penetrating white fluorescents buzzed like flies.

With a little tap on your shoulder, Yoon Jeonghan was sitting next to you as he always was. Compared to him, you felt as if you looked like an utter mess. Just as he was annoyingly good at everything, there was never a day that he came into work looking less than perfection. Today it was a tweed two piece with a pressed shirt underneath as well as a navy tie adorning his beautifully slender neck. Around his face befell his deeply dark strands of hair which pricked the edges of his rounded wire glasses.

“This is so boring.” He had mouthed to you, adding a pout to the end of his sentence.

You formed the sound on your lips, “Shhhhh”

“I’m just saying!”

“Pay attention.”

You turned your head back to pretend to care about what your boss had to say. Every fifteen seconds or so you would nod your head to make it appear as if you were diffusing the information he was giving out.

Another tap on your shoulder and Jeonghan displayed his pen to you to draw your attention to the margin of your quarterly report print out.

you look really beautiful today, he had written

“Stop it!” You accidentally hissed, garnering the attention of your nosy and equally bored coworker sitting across from you.

This time you mouthed out the words, “No I don’t.”

“~yessss~” Jeonghan curled out his words with his tiny creeping smile

Your knee bumped into his under the ginormous desk.

“Pay attention, ‘Han.”

“Is there something you would like to add L/n?” Your supervisor’s voice cracked in the silence of the room.

“N-no sir.” your head bowed in repentance.

He elder man tsked in a little sound with his teeth. “I know that we’re getting to the end of the day folks, but let’s just get through this all so we can get home...”

Jeonghan’s tweed pants made a little screeching sound against the fabric of yours when you bumped him again under the guise of the desk.

“Screw you.”

Your friend met your remark with a wink, biting the cap of his pen while his eyes wandered down to show you another little message:

yjh was here

and I’m excited for tonight

☆彡

Wednesdays were customary somaek nights where each of you and your coworkers would gather in your cruelly tiny apartment with their own separate dishes for all to share and forget about the troubles of the midweek. As the year was winding down, it was these nights that would get you through the week. With the bodies of the five of you in your tiny living room cramped around your low-set table, you had almost forgotten that the heating in there barely worked.

With each of your coworkers entrance, they would bring in the smell of autumn with them, and the chill of the air outside. On each of their long coats, bits of leaves would cling to the edges of the fabric. Each Wednesday there would be a royal mess to clean up after, but it was Jeonghan who would often stay after to help you. The two of you would end up in your cruelly tiny kitchen, throwing soap bubbles at each other’s faces drunkenly with socks sliding all over the wooden floors. Jeonghan would write another note to stick on your refrigerator, then he would take you by the hands to twirl you around to some unbearably cheesy sounding OST.

Perhaps it was the way that your head would get fuzzy from the soju and beer, but you loved the way that he would twirl you; it was almost like a waking dream.

“Nobody worry! Nobody! Worry!” Soonyoung burst through your door, case of beer in hand. “I’m not late, I’m actually early! Don’t you know that it’s trendy to appear an hour into the party?” When Soonyoung spoke, he had a habit of speaking with his whole chest.

“Took you long enough,” Mingyu whined, popping in another strip of galbi.

“You don’t enjoy our presence, ‘Gyu?” Wonwoo’s mouth upturned into a teasing grin.

“N-no,” The biggest man babbled, “It’s just that...Wednesdays are somaek evenings.”

“--Then I am here to help you out my friend.” Soonyoung plopped himself right down on the floor with the poof of his blond hair popping from his beanie. “Ahhhh this all looks so delicious.”

“You better pay me back.” You griped while serving him a plate of the assortment.

“Have I ever mentioned how much I love you, Y/n?”

“Nearly every time I do something for you? You still owe me from the last time we went to karaoke.

“--And for covering for your ass last week...some hangover that was, huh?” Jeonghan scooched over his leftover rice to you.

Soonyoung scoffed while twirling his bottle of soju in the air, the admiring the little tornado swirling inside. “-Was worth it though. We always have fun don’t we?” In his affection, he threw his arms around you and Wonwoo beside him.

“-Food’s gonna get cold.” Wonwoo poked his finger in the general direction.

With his full glass raised in the air after a minute of preparation, Soonyoung lead you all in a toast, cheeks already rosy. The second that your glasses collided, liquid came downpouring to the table, but none of you seemed to mind. Before you could bring your drink to your lips, you caught yourself having a moments pause, watching all of your friends before you. If you could have, you wished you could fold up little moments like these as well to put in your drawer to see when you would feel down.

Jeonghan caught your wistful sigh, sending you a wink. In many ways, you knew he must have known your thoughts.

Under the table, his hand brushed up to your crossed knee, letting his hand linger. He let his hand rest there for a moment, as if he was soaking up your essence in the moment. He had never done it before, but his thumb gently rubbed at your knee, and it felt like a waking dream.

☆彡

The night had ticked on, and you and grown more tired than you had expected by pass of the clock hand. As the night would normally progress, drinks would be had, then each of you would take turns updating the others on what you had been doing or working on. All of you would gather advice or support if needed. There had even been times when you would even provide a shoulder for one to cry on, although that didn’t happen most times.

Others, like today, the five of you would simply sit and enjoy each other’s presence with the window slightly cracked open to let the autumnal air cool your burning bodies. Jokes would be cracked every once and a while until yawns would escape your mouths. By then, another joke would be made about how you were all getting to old to be staying up that late.

Jeonghan played with your hair as you had leaned into him, swirling your final glass of soju in your wrist. While you were hot yourself, the heat from his body was still calming, and the way that his chest would rise and fall was a bit like a lullaby.

“I’m falling asleep, we should head out,” Mingyu clapped Wonwoo by the back.

“Another one for the books.” Soonyoung sighed, then rose up with a stretch of his arms, wrinkling up his white button up and loose tie.

“Sweet dreams everyone.” You shift off of your best friend, shuddering a little at the lack of contact, to close the door after them.

“I’m looking forward to next Wednesday!” Soonyoung beams with a little salute, then bows before shuffling away.

“What time is it?” You yawn out the words, rubbing your eyes.

“Too late. We still need to go in tomorrow, remember?”

Dirty dishes clink in your hands as you bring them to your sink. “We really should start doing this on Fridays.”

“I don’t wanna start cleaning just yet, can we stay here for a while?” Jeonghan spreads his arms out, beckoning you to fall back into him. You laugh a little at the motion.

“Why so touchy? We haven’t done this in so many years...I can’t remember the last time...”

You oblige him, nuzzling right up to his chest once more. He smells a bit of the somaek, but mostly of his usual scent: that cheap cologne that you had bought him about a year ago. You had mostly gotten it as a gag gift, but he had worn it every day since.

“Must have been in high school.” His words are long and breathy.

“How come we stopped?”

Jeonghan takes a minute to answer you, and you wonder if he’s fallen asleep. Instead, he raises a hand to rub at your arm lightly, just as he had done with your knee.

“Dunno. We got older?”

“What does getting older have to do with it?”

You watch in the silence as his thumb continues to rub over the fabric of your long-sleeved button down.

“--Do you want to play a game?” Jeonghan says at last.

“A game? What do you mean?”

“For fun. I’m trying to find something to do so we don’t have to do the dishes.”

“Okay,” You perk up slightly, still not removing yourself from his encircled arms. “What kind of game?”

“Truth or dare?”

“Psh what are we, back in high school?”

“Seeing what we are doing right now, wouldn’t you say so?” The words escape Jeonghan’s mouth with a growing grin.

You ruffled to top of his head, messing up his perfectly primped hair. “...Fineeee. You going first or me?”

“I’ll go. Truth.” Jeonghan pulled you back into him, settling your back flush with his chest.

“Okay, truth: did you really mean it when you said that you liked Minji’s power suit? I know you thought it looked tacky.”

Jeonghan’s breathy laugh miffed up your hair. “I’ll say anything if it keeps me in the supervisor’s good graces.”

“HA. I knew it.”

“Which do you pick?”

“Mmmm-truth.”

“Not dare? You’re no fun.”

“I said truth!!!”

“Fine, fine.” His slender arms squeezed at your body to situate you better in between his legs. “When was the last time that you brought someone over to your place?”

“Yo-you mean like “brought someone” over?”

“You know what I mean.” In his voice you could nearly see his mischievous smile.

“I’ve told you about all of them so I don’t know why you’re asking. It’s been about a year.”

“A year? Really?”

“--Nope! You don’t get to ask any more questions. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Jeonghan said without a moment’s hesitation.

Your eyes wandered the room for his perfect punishment. “Ah! Take that soy sauce, the one with the wasabi bits in it...and drink it.”

Your friend sighed, but took the tiny cup in his fingers to down it all in one shot. He shivered a little and you could feel his face scrunch up, but he held his reactions back best he could.

“That was such a high school dare. You really haven’t changed.”

“I thought it was funny.”

“Truth or dare Y/n.”

“Truth.”

“Ughhh truth again?”

“ ‘Hannnn--”

“Just say dare! I promise that I’ll go easy on you.”

“Fine then. Dare.”

“I dare you...to take your shirt off.”

“What?!” Your head snapped back to send him your deathly glare. “Are you being serious right now?”

“What? It’s nothing that I haven’t seen? Are you forgetting that we’ve been friends for nearly our whole lives? That and college you were someone who would go to parties and take your shirt off. Remember that?”

“...yes.” You felt heat rise in your cheeks. “Fine then.” In one motion, you pulled your shirt over your head, jumping a little once you felt Jeonghan’s hands help tear it off your arms. You hesitated to lay back, but his arms made a decision before you could, and pulled you back into his chest. Now, it was the skin of his fingers on your bare arms that you were painfully aware of.

“T-truth or dare?” You squeaked out.

“Truth.”

“No fair, you made me do dare!”

“I already did a dare. Truth.”

From the other side of your room, your refrigerator clacked with the sound of ice cubes falling into their tray. On the door, dozens of multi-colored post-it-notes had been suck there with clear tape.

“...Why is it that you’re always writing me those notes? “yjh was here?”“

“Hmm.” He breathed out. “I had a feeling that you might ask me that one.”

“...And?”

“--Because I like to. And...”

Your anticipation hung tangibly in the air. You didn’t quite know it, but you had been waiting for his answer for so many years, you had lost count.

“...And I like seeing them around you. -Reminds me that I’m a part of your life. Kind of like how we exist together. They’re little reminders for you as well...to know that I’m around for you.”

“Jeonghan...” You wouldn’t have expected it, but tears singed the corners of your eyes.

“Truth or dare?” He cooed into your ear.

“D-dare.” Your voice shook, realizations flooding you like rain.

“I dare you to take off your pants. Can you do that?” His voice had dropped, low and gravely.

You nodded your answer, and took to unbuttoning your pants, shimmying them off where you sat on the floor. As soon as your bare legs were exposed, he had found a new place to rest his hands; you never would have guessed for them to be so beautiful-looking there.

“I choose dare.” He breathed onto your bare neck.

“I-I dare you take off our shirt too.” Your face felt furiously warm as you uttered the words and he did exactly as he was told. The sensation of your skin on his skin then sent your head spinning with just how close you had been in that moment, closer than ever before.

Jeonghan’s hands explored your bare legs with a touch as soft as butterfly wings. His light touches sent an aching pain to your sex as it had never felt so needy and neglected.

“Truth or dare my love?”

In an attempt to hide your frustration, you could only form the word, “T-truth?”

“Hmm...truth...” Jeonghan began to kneed into your legs, digging his nails in every so slightly. “Have you ever kept secrets from me?”

“Secrets? Why-why would I, I don’t-mmph-have any secrets to keep from you.”

“I think that’s a lie Y/n.”

Indeed it was a lie. You had kept secrets from him. Two secrets to be exact; one of them being near the precipice for the whole universe to see.

“I’ve kept secrets from you, you know.”

“What?”

“Do you dare me to show you?”

Your anxious breath caught in your lungs, full of confusion but even more excitement. Jeonghan’s hands crept slowly up to your hips.

He repeated, “Do you?”

“Ye-yes. I dare you to show me.” Your eyes had closed feeling his hands draw even farther up your body.

Your best friend surveyed your whole chest with his hands, swirling around as much skin as he could touch. He was careful not to tickle you, but rather give every ounce of your being his careful attention. For a moment, his fingers grazed over your nipples, but went to cradle your neck in his hands. He turned it to the side to expose the beating vein there, and placed the slowest and most tender kiss upon it. From the feeling of his fleeting lips, you whimpered at the sensation.

“Dare.” You managed with a dry mouth. “I dare you to touch me...anywhere you want...please...”

Jeonghan chuckled slightly into your neck. “I just had my turn, but...I’m listening.”

Your entire body keened under his fingertips, writhing messily between his legs. This time, he was careful in touching you nearly everywhere: your chest, your nipples--pinching them slightly--and down your legs, to your inner thighs where he traced up to your underwear, now wetting a little with your arousal.

“Tell me the truth.” He bit into your skin. “Am I one of your secrets?”

Your answer was given to him in the form of you forcefully tearing from his grip to push his legs together so that you could straddle them. The way that his shoulder blades flexed under your firm grip was dizzying. Your eyes fell to his lips: your secret.

“I dare you to kiss me,” You breathed onto them.

“I thought that you’d never ask.”

Jeonghan was smiling as he pulled your lips into his, and he never quite seemed to stop. Every bit of your love for him spilled into his mouth where you found the comfort from him that you had craved for years. You had felt first kisses before, but nothing was quite like this one. With Jeonghan who you had known for so long, you were thrilled to get to know him in this new and different way, and you wanted to absorb every little bit of it: the way he would caress the sides of your face so gently, or the way that he would angle your neck to meet his lips. You would never have guessed to feel so complete with him like this, but it also made all the sense in the world. It was you that he wanted, and you that he wanted to stay next to through all those years. He had never let you go, and you had never let him either.

In between kisses, you found both of yourselves giggling hysterically.

“Are we really doing this right now? Are we...?” You bit a laugh into his lip.

“Yes. I think that we are.” He engulfed you in his grasp. “I’ve wanted to do this for years, Y/n.

Jeonghan scooped you up, moving both of your bodies to the couch where he clinked with his belt buckle to remove his pants. “You really do look beautiful. Everyday. I’m not just saying that.”

You practically clawed at him to lay his body on top of yours, then wrapped your legs around his waist to align him with your own. In your unadulterated intoxication of him, you hopelessly grinded up into him, seeking some kind of stimulation from the mashing of fabric together. After a little scoff, Jeonghan’s hand cascaded down your body to rub at your throbbing sex, marveling in the way that you had soaked though your underwear just a little.

“Wow. This is how you feel about me?”

“Do you want me to say sorry?”

“No--it’s just...I wish that I had known sooner.”

Your lust brought his lips back to yours as you kissed him over and over and over, trying to make up for all of the times that you wished you had done before. His touch on your sensitive skin sent you mewling onto his tongue.

“Can I make you mine now?”

As for your response, your widened legs told him exactly what he needed to know.

In one swift motion, he had tugged off his own briefs, letting free his deliciously hard cock, sparkling at the head with his pre-cum. Looking at him like this, all for you, was like a walking dream.

Jeonghan gathered spit from his tongue to glide over his dick, then teased your impatient entrance while he watched your face contort into the most beautiful shapes he thought he had ever seen. He entered you slowly, letting each of you take in the moment as if you could forget it the next. Once you were together, his brows twitched a little as his closed eyes focused only on you. He filled you up perfectly, as if you were made for him--which you had convinced yourself that you were. Jeonghan buried his face in your neck to suck into the skin, marking you as his.

Your orgasm built much quicker than you had intended, and soon you were begging him to make you cum--which he gladly did. Your heels dug into his back upon your release which gathered more heat between your two bodies. Jeonghan didn’t skip a beat as he chased his own orgasm, fucking you into your own overstimulation and leaving you to melt under him.

“Jeong-han.” You gasped out his name through your teeth as your body quaked from the snap of his hips.

“oh god,” He uttered, tangling his fingers deep into your hair, then smashing his lips back into yours. “you’re so good for me my love...so good...”

Jeonghan let out little grunts as he came and filled you deeply with the warmth from his cum. As he throbbed within you, you knew it really was him you were made for. He lingered inside your walls as your bodies shook together with the aroma of sex fogging the air. After a while, it didn’t take long for both of you to be laughing contentedly into each other’s mouths once more.

Your best friend reached for your hand to bind all of your fingers to his. "No more secrets.”

☆彡

“Do you want the sweatpants from the top shelf or the rack?” Jeonghan called to you through your cruelly tiny apartment. “Wait...i-is this...?”

Once he had returned, in his hand he held the aged strawberry milk carton with the little cartoon fruit on the side and the scrap piece of paper wrapped around it. In the other was your little box of notes.

yjh was here

“I can’t believe that you’ve kept it this long. Why--”

“--I’ll tell you why...it’s my second secret.”

Your best friend cocked his head. “...Second?”

“Ever since that day, I’ve known, Yoon Jeonghan. I love you.”

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soyeahitsmiddleearth · 3 years

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Multi-Dimensional Pt. 5

In which you have a genius idea to take these suckers out, you accidentally do something you’re not supposed to, and you take the taller bit of your friends out.

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And then, you realize, that it's getting deeper into October.

As it got deeper into October, the dwarves and hobbit remain in your house. It's been a total of 2 1/2 weeks, now, and you can tell they're getting antsy from staying in one place for so long.

Like, around halloween time.

An idea strikes you in the head like a bag of bricks, and right away you realize that you're a genius.

You're sitting on the couch with Bilbo, Oin, and Bofur when the lightbulb goes off in your head suddenly, and once it does you hop to your feet and run upstairs at top speed, successfully baffling everyone idly watching the nature documentary you put on.

You pass Dwalin and Balin while you zoom to your bedroom, and when they see you run past them like freaking Speedy Gonzales they're both super confused.

Right away you grab your laptop off your bed and pull up a window.

The keys of your compute clack softly while you type in your town as well as 'Halloween Festival' and the first few results as well as images on the Google engine prove your theory.

Every year here people dress up in advance and celebrate throughout the duration of the week leading up to it. Of course, the trick-or-treating only happens on the day of, but there are a plethora of other things for people to do during that week.

People dress up, children go on field trips, there's a festival, and even the grocery stores have little events they put on to promote their business.

You've never really gone before since crowded places aren't the most comfortable for you, but you actually feel a little giddy about taking them all to see the town with you.

Right away you know you're going to have to buy them all costumes, but for the last week you've been pet sitting this rich couples Rag-doll cat, Princess, and your going rate is $18/hr for a week... Do the math ;).

You're going to get paid later in the day today after you drop her back off at their house, and that's not even accounting for the other animals you've been watching for varying amounts as well.

So, essentially, you're gonna be perfectly fine financially.

Anyways, as soon as you're done doing your little bit of research there on your computer you close it and leave your room again, hopping down the stairs with a big bright smile on your face.

When you reenter the living room, everyone is gathered there and looking at you expectantly.

At first, you don't do or say anything since you're super confused, but when the silence begins to drag on for too long you ask hesitantly, "Uh... Is everything alright? What's going on?"

"Well, you left to your room very quickly." Bilbo comments, standing up from his spot on the couch, "But from the smile on your face, I'm assuming it wasn't because of anything bad?"

You nod your head and sigh, leaning down to pet Mittens who is rubbing herself against your legs, "Yeah, everything's fine. It's great, actually." You pause for dramatic effect, then add, "I just figured out a way to take all of you out! Like, to see the town and stuff!"

"You have?" Thorin asks, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

"Mmhm!" You stand up straight and nod your head quickly, bouncing on the balls of your feet, "See, I figured I'd probably be able to take you and maybe Kili, Bofur, and Dwalin out at some point... like, if some of you were to groom yourselves different or wear hats...," once more you stop your speech and realize that may be offensive, "N-Not that I think there's anything wrong with how you look-"

"Nobody is offended, I'm sure. Go on." Thorin urges, amusement present on their faces from your sudden frantic backtracking so you don't offend them.

"R-Right, uh... anyways, you guys are taller so I knew I could probably bring you along sometime, but I wasn't sure how to get everyone else to come along, and then I realized that this next week is the week leading up to halloween!" You say it like it will answer all their questions, forgetting that they probably don't know what halloween is.

Silence passes by for a few seconds as they wait for you to go on, and when you don't Kili asks, "What's 'halloween'?"

"Oh, yeah, it's like, a holiday where children dress up and go to peoples houses to get candy. And when I say dress up, I mean in costumes." You rub the back of your neck while you explain and add, "In my city, the place we are now, we celebrate throughout the whole week. There are games, festivals, and lots of events... and there are people running around in masks all of the time. So I can get some of you costumes and then I can bring you all along!" Your smile returns as you pick apart the details, and it seems your excitement is contagious.

"Wait, so we will get to walk around the town and see other things?" Nori questions, looking over at his brothers with a smile.

"Yeah, but I gotta get you costumes first. Like, ghosts and some masks of different things. But if we wanna make the most of our time then I should probably go now."

You turn after that and go to the counter to grab your purse, pausing when Balin asks, "So it's a holiday where people run around in disguises, getting candy, and playing games as a community?"

Once again you nod your head, turning around to look at him with the same bright smile on your face.

"So, anyone can be anyone?" The older dwarf asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Yeah, pretty much." You look down and go through your purse, making sure everything you need is in there before walking over to put on your tennis shoes.

"Even the man who was here the week before?"

Now that certainly gives you a pause.

Before you were never worried about it, but now with what's happened with him, you aren't so sure that it's so safe anymore.

"Um... yeah, I guess." You'd rather not think about it, so you start to tie your laces up. "I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Well, you already said that you can bring some of us, so why not do that now? Just to make sure?" Balin asks, though it's more of a 'you should really do it cause we're gonna freak out if you don't'.

You don't respond and instead finish tying your shoes first, thinking over his request.

When you're done doing up your shoes you turn and see that they're all looking at you with similar expressions of worry, and it makes you sigh, "Okay, fine. But whoever goes can't wear their normal clothes cause people will be weirded out. The halloween thing doesn't start for another day."

There's a moment of silence while some of them exchange looks before Thorin speaks, "You mentioned Kili and myself first. Surely that should be fine."

"Um..." You look between the two and tilt your head to the side thoughtfully, arms crossed over your chest. "Sure. But your hair is definitely going to stick out, Thorin."

He nods his head in understanding.

"And what about me?" Kili asks eagerly. It seems he's really excited about finally being able to leave your property.

"You're fine, I think. Am I taking both of you?" You inquire with furrowed eyebrows, walking a few steps forward.

"You might as well." Kili says with a big silly smile.

Well, you can't argue with that logic.

You shrug your shoulders and head up the stairs again, "Alright, go get changed into some of the clothes I gave you."

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Once they're dressed in t-shirts and sweatpants (you didn't know their sizes so you got whatever would fit at the time) you observe them both with narrowed eyes while rubbing your chin.

"Hm... On a scale of 1 to 10, I give Kili a 9 and Thorin a 6." You say after a moment, turning to look at everyone else and get their opinions.

"What is the scale referring to?" Fili pipes up suddenly, looking up at you.

"How convincing they are."

"Why do I get a 6?" Thorin grumbles, looking at you pointedly.

"Your hair." You reply simply, walking over with a hair tie stretched between your fingers, "Hold still."

You gather his hair over his shoulders and pull it back, putting his hair through it and wrapping it around until it's nice and tight.

As soon as you're finished, you step around him and look to see if it's made a difference, and when you've determined that it's good, you smile, "Okay, now it's at least an 8." You turn towards Kili and ask, "Your hair is fine, right? Or do you want me to put it up?"

He doesn't say anything and neither does anyone else, and when the silence persists you raise an eyebrow, "Hello? Earth to Kili, I just asked you a question."

"Uh, no, you don't have to, thank you." He shakes his head and seems to come to some sort of realization since he starts to smile at his uncle in that big teasing grin you've, unfortunately, become accustomed to.

You nod your head and skip back over to the counter, swiping your keys off of it before heading to the front door.

"Come out whenever, I'm gonna get my car started."

Once you're out of the house some of the dwarves begin to laugh, and Kili pokes fun at his uncle, "Thorin, you have quite a red face, are you sure you can go?"

Thorin glares at his nephew and replies coldly, "She meant nothing by it."

"Right, but is that disappointment I hear?"

The glare he throws his nephew is so withering it could suck the life right out of a flower, but Kili is no flower, so he only laughs more.

"She offered to do yours too, you know." Fili adds when he begins to feel bad for his uncle.

Kili pauses his laughter and glares at his brother, "But she didn't do it."

"She would've."

"Oh hush, you're just upset that she didn't ask to do your hair." Kili shoots back, glaring at his brother.

"I am not, because unlike everyone else, I knew she meant naught by asking." He shoots back with a smirk.

Kili huffs indignantly and glares at his brother, saying no more as he heads out the door after you.

Thorin turns to everyone before following and states, "Try not to destroy anything while we are gone." His voice is firm and he waits until he gets nods from them all before leaving after you.

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Once you're all in the car you put it into drive and go, turning up the radio so the car won't be completely filled with silence while you drive.

Occasionally, you'll glance at Thorin in the passenger seat or Kili in the back, and each time you do they're looking out the window at the passing scenery with awe.

"If you're impressed now, wait until we get into the big city." You comment suddenly, smiling to yourself while you watch the road ahead.

And when you do arrive in the city, they are impressed indeed.

The gasp that leaves Kili when you drive through the first big street draws a giggle from you, and when he presses his face against the window as you pull into the parking lot of the seasonal halloween store, your smile grows even bigger.

Even Thorin is impressed by all the wonderful things around, and when you turn off the car after parking you turn to look at them, "Thoughts so far?"

"It's wonderful." Kili breathes, looking at the bright, moving signs and huge stores all around.

"Yes, I don't believe I've ever seen anything so grand before." Thorin agrees, looking over at you with a smile of his own.

"Well if this impresses you, wait until we get inside the store. Try not to get scared."

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The three of you eventually make it inside, and when you do they are in awe once more.

The seasonal store is dark with black painted walls and bright white florescent lights, and there are various halloween and horror things everywhere.

When you walk in there is one of those electronic jump-scare things, and while you were expecting it, the poor dears behind you weren't.

The witch thing pops out and cackles loudly, saying one of her many phrases, and as soon as she does both Kili and Thorin freak out. And when I say freak out, I mean 'pulled out some small weapons they decided to bring and screaming' freak out.

Luckily there is no one around at the moment, so you step between them and the witch and laugh nervously, "Put those away please. We're gonna get kicked out if anyone sees you with those."

They look between you and the electronic woman a few times before slowly putting their knives away and relaxing their stances.

"Thank you..."

"What is that?" Kili asks, glaring at the ugly jump-scare machine while you walk past it.

"It's a halloween decoration designed to scare people. And it seems like it worked too." You reply easily, looking back at them with a more mischievous smile.

Kili looks around slightly nervously and grumbles defensively, "I wasn't that scared... Uncles screams are what startled me."

"My screams? Kili, let's not lie now, clearly you were horrified." Thorin says disapprovingly, shaking his head.

"Aw, you guys are cute." You purr jokingly, waltzing up to the kids costumes isle.

They stop arguing after that.

You browse through the messy shelves quietly for a little while, trying to find the best ones, when you see a doggie in the cutest ghost costume.

A squeal leaves your lips when you see the cutie pie and you cup your cheeks as an adoring expression comes onto your face.

Without hesitation you hop over to the owner and ask excitedly, "Where did you get that?"

The man with the dog looked up quickly upon hearing your excited yelp and when he saw your exuberant form he smiled too, "I bought it a week ago here. They're near the back."

His answer fills you with joy, and you continue to stare at his pupper for a moment before he says, "You can pet her if you want, she doesn't bite."

He doesn't need to tell you twice.

You kneel down right away and scratch behind her ears, and her tail begins to wag wildly at the attention.

It seems that she likes you just as much, because she takes a seat and leans into you when you scratch her all over like you do with your dogs. It's at that moment when you begin to wonder if she'll fit in your purse.

Before you can finish your calculations and plans on stealing this mans dog you hear someone clear their throat and you realize then that you forgot all about Thorin and Kili.

You turn your head and see the two of them standing there with amused expressions on their faces.

Upon realization that they're watching you, and have been for a little while now, you jump to your feet and feel your face heat up. "I-If you make fun of me I'll leave both of you here." You threaten very unconvincingly, crossing your arms over your chest.

Kili starts to laugh but he doesn't say anything about it, looking at his uncle who also releases a few chuckles of his own.

You glance back at the man and see that he's looking at them, and you realize he probably thinks Kili's short stature is a little odd.

"U-Uh, thanks for letting me pet your dog!" You say quickly, heading back over to the two of them with a blush on your cheeks.

You turn back to the shelves of costumes and the man and his dog walk away, and once their gone you glare at the two of them half heartedly. "You guys are total meanies." There is faux bitterness in your voice when you speak as well, and it only brings more laughter from them.

"I only find it cute." Kili states, smiling good naturedly before continuing, "Every time you see an animal you get very excited."

"Cause I love animals."

"Yes, we can tell." Thorin muses, stepping up next to you to look at the spiderman mask in your hand.

You tap your foot against the ground a few times before putting the mask back.

A ghost costume for Bilbo; check.

That is all.

You literally don't have anything for anyone else, and honestly you're beginning to think that it's impo-

And then another idea hits you.

Class of middle/high-schoolers in a fantasy club. It's farfetched and barely believable, but most people won't say anything about it out of fear of being offensive, so it's perfect!

You don't have to buy them costumes at all (minus Bilbo), all you need is stuff to make them look less like dwarves and more like children pretending to be dwarves.

It sounds easier than it actually is, but you think you can pull it off. All you need is some netting, makeup, wigs, and nose and scar wav and you'll be set.

Once you get this idea you run away from the kids section with the ghost section and head toward the halloween makeup isle, seeking out the items mentioned previously without hesitation.

You find what you're looking for in minutes, and once you've got everything you zoom to the checkout since you're going to need to look up some tips on how to pull this off.

You're so excited you nearly forget to make sure Kili and Thorin are still with you, but once you see them you smile in relief and pay for everything.

Once you're all back in your car, Thorin asks, "I thought we were going to get masks?"

"Well, we were. But then I had an amazing idea consisting of pretending you're all students or something who invested in really expensive dwarf costumes. It's perfect, 'cause no one will ask and we'll get lots of compliments."

Thorin nods his head slowly and puts his belt on like you showed him, but before you go you turn and look at Kili expectantly.

The young dwarf doesn't say anything at first, but when your staring consists he asks slowly, "What...?"

"Put on your seatbelt."

There's more silence until he puts it on, raising an expectant eyebrow at you, "Is that better?"

"Much."

#the company x reader #the company of thorin oakenshield #reader insert #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #kili x reader #thorin x reader #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #kili #fili

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bonvoyagenoona · 3 years

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what was mr. kim’s reaction like when he first saw the dimples on newborn joon? im sure he must have been so happy realizing that his second baby got his dimples from him 🥺 also i wonder if either seokjin or tae ever like poked at both his and joon’s dimples!! i feel like baby!tae liked to do that with his baby teeny tiny minuscule fingers bc he was so fascinated 🥺🥺

Aww, he remembers it just like it was yesterday!

Mr. Kim: I do! In fact, I remember seeing all three of your suckers pop out just like it was yesterday!

Jin: "Suckers"??

Taehyung: Tell the stories! Tell the stories!

Namjoon: Yeah, how did we all enter the world?

Mr. Kim: OK, well, when two people love each other very much---

The boys start to cackle, but also make disgusted sounds.

Mrs. Kim: Ugh, yeobo!

Mr. Kim: (laughing) OK, OK, I'll fast forward. (smiling fondly at his family) Seokjin came out screaming and crying. Very petulant. As if he'd been banging on the door, trying to get out for a while.

Mrs. Kim: So impatient. Born premature. As if I was holding him up somehow!

Mr. Kim: (cackling) Aside from his good looks, that's the first thing I noticed about Jin. Right away. Eomma's attitude, but in tiny.

Jin: (sharing a fond look with his mother, who gives him a wink) That plays.

Mr. Kim: And Eomma gave that attitude right back to you! Without missing a beat!

The boys laugh.

Jin: (fondly amused, to his Eomma) You did?

Mrs. Kim: (to Mr. Kim) I did?

Mr. Kim: (laughing) Yeah, Jin was losing it, and the nurses and the doctor were celebrating this handsome, screaming, lively baby boy, and your mother said, very annoyed, "Let it out now, Jinnie! No one's gonna be this happy to hear you screaming and crying like this ever again! I sure won't be!"

Taehyung: (to Jin) And yet, you keep doing it.

Jin: OK NOW HANG ON A SEC---

Mr. Kim: Taehyung, however, was so quiet, just all wide-eyed and looking around at this strange place. Holding his breath.

Mrs. Kim: I remember being so scared to hold him. He just seemed very curious, but also afraid.

Mr. Kim: Like a little alien who's just touched down on a brand new planet and isn't sure if he can breathe the air.

Jin: (to Taehyung) I remember you looking like a weird little alien when we visited you in the hospital.

Taehyung: (beaming brightly, the biggest compliment he could've ever imagined) Dope.

Mr. Kim: And then Joonie... (he smiles so happily) Those dimples. My trademark. (places his fingers in his own dimples.) Our heirlooms.

Namjoon: (mimicking his Appa) The family jewels.

Jin: (nudging his brothers in the ribs) I think we all inherited the family jewels, amiright Appa??

The Kim men all cheer their, uh, endowments, together.

Mrs. Kim: Boys!

Mr. Kim: (to his wife) Sorry, yeobo. (to everyone) Anyway. Joon came with some hesitant cries, but then when he was free---

Mrs. Kim: Free??

Mr. Kim: I mean, when he was out, like, fully out?

Mrs. Kim: (groans at the way Mr. Kim is phrasing it)

Mr. Kim: He looked like, so cordial. (mimes as he talks) He nodded his head at everybody and was babbling like, "Aah. Aah aahhh? Aahh." Like he was introducing himself and trying to get everybody's names right! "Hi. Who are you? I'm Kim Namjoon."

The boys fawn over Namjoon's dimples, sticking their fingers into them like they did when they were kids, as Namjoon just squeezes his eyes tight and laughs.

Mrs. Kim: (charmed) The doctor even shook his little outstretched hand!

Mr. Kim: (mimicking the doctor) "Your boy is already so polite." (laughing) And every time he nodded his head and introduced himself, those dimples would pop out, and everyone would swoon. And (to Jin) not to say I didn't feel instant fatherhood with you. It's just... you look so much like Eomma, and I kept wondering, how lucky am I to get to share this boy with her. (to Joon) But when you came, the first thing I thought, when I saw those dimples, (his eyes brimming with tears) I just thought, "Yep. That's definitely my son."

The boys all tear up along with him. Mrs. Kim watches them fondly, smiling to herself at her husband's sudden softness.

Taehyung: Did you feel instant fatherhood with me??

Mr. Kim: (joking) I mean... You just... you looked so much like an alien that---

Taehyung: (fake crying) Maaaaa!

Jin and Namjoon: Maaaaaa!

Mrs. Kim: (as all of them laugh) It's impossible to describe how instantly happy we were to meet you all.

Mr. and Mrs. Kim beam at their boys. Namjoon smiles at Jin, and then Taehyung, before smiling back at their parents.

Namjoon: (putting his arms around his brothers) I think we're the lucky ones, to be honest.

Taehyung sticks his pinkie in Namjoon's dimple, as Jin ruffles Namjoon's hair.

#asks #your asks #amomk #a map of mrs. kims #anon #PLEASE

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touyota · 3 years

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Catfish

☁ Summary: Tomura is hopeless when it comes to relationships, and soon that’s all subject to change. With the power of Tinder, Touya and one oblivious chick on his side, who knows what can happen.

A/N: omgggg, i’ve lurked on my priv for the past year and finally decided to stop being a narc and post something. i haven’t written in forever and it shows lmao, but uh yeah pls give me feedback if you’d like. (also idk if this has been. done before, but sorryyy if it has)

☁ Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x fem!Reader

☁ Warnings: Non-con/dub-con, manipulation, dumbfication (if you squint), slapping, yandere, catfishing

"Fuck I'm horny."

Tomura groaned into his pillow, conflicted with whether he should be agitated or turned on. Due to his third nap of the day being interrupted by the excessive lewd noises coming from the shared living room. Tomura's roommate, Touya, had no real understanding of boundaries and was often more bothersome than helpful. Still, without his portion of the rent, he'd be on the streets struggling to find an apartment within his meager budget.

"Keep fucking me, Touya-san!" The plea echoed through the thin walls of the shoddy apartment. At least someone was getting laid. The last time Tomura had gotten lucky was at an impromptu Halloween party thrown by Touya at the apartment.

He went as Jason Vorhees using a dingy hockey mask he found in Touya's closet. The poor girl in question, who came dressed as an angel, was drunk out of her mind. She clung to Tomura's scrawny body incoherently, slurring about "How hot it would be to fuck a murderer." The fling hadn't lasted long before the young lady in question toppled over the side of his bed and hurled her entire cup of jungle juice onto the floor. Poor Tomura had to spend his night nursing her head over the toilet. Making a mental note to tell Touya that he couldn't invite any freshmen to their parties ever again.

Tomura ended up seeing her again in passing on campus, giving a small smile as she walked by. Only to be met with an eye roll as she turned to walk in the opposite direction. Fucking bitch... Other than that, Tomura had found himself too busy writing code, playing video games, and browsing Reddit to dedicate any time to dating. The polar opposite of his roomie Touya-san, a communications major whose schedule consisted of dating? If you considered fucking the same chick for a week before ghosting her dating, sleeping, and eating and drinking Tomura out of a house and home.

"You ready for my load? You're my little cum dump, right? Say you're my cum du-"

Speaking of fucking, Tomura's hard-on was starting to hurt, and what better way to relieve himself than to beat off to the action in the adjacent room.

He started to palm himself over his sweats, erection already beginning to poke through. Figuring that he's teased himself enough, he lowered his boxers, allowing his cock to slap against his stomach, throbbing and angry. He slowly stroked himself, gathering the pre-cum spouting from the tip, and used it to lube the rest of his cock.

"Pleaseee fuck! I'm your little cum dump! I swear Touya!"

Tomura started to stroke his cock faster, leaving a squelching noise with each stroke. He was barely managing to suppress his moans. Knowing how Touya wouldn't let him hear the end of it if he got caught fucking his hand to the sounds of their subtle lovemaking.

"Fuckfuckfuck... I'm cumming!" Touya grunted, giving out after his final stroke.

Tomura followed suit, flicking his wrist with each stroke. As his orgasm finally took hold of him, biting into his shirt to stifle his moan as he came all over his fist.

"Are you fucking serious, Touya?"

"What?"

"I didn't get to cum?"

"Um… I'm sure you can take care of that when you get home."

"You're such a piece of sh-"

Tomura tuned out the rest of his roommate's performance. Really hoping he'd wrap it up cause he really needed to take a piss and couldn't make it to the bathroom without passing through the living room.

After hearing a respectable amount of silence, he figured it was safe to leave the room. Of course, he was wrong; he was met with a staredown between Touya and a petite blonde woman.

"I'm sure your roommate Tenko wouldn't leave a lady hanging like that."

"It's Tomura," he muttered.

"Same fucking thing, my point still stands," The mystery woman huffed. There was a pregnant pause before Touya doubled over in laughter, clutching his chest.

"You think this cuck knows how to take care of a lady? Yeah, it's time to go, Tara."

"It's Toga, you shit stai-"her statement was abruptly interrupted, the door slamming in her face. Touya's back slid down against the door as he sat facing Tomura.

"Chicks? Am I right?" Touya sighed, peering over at Tomura, who had just left the bathroom. "Speaking of chicks, when's the last time you had sex, Shiggy?"

"It's been... a while." Tomura shrugged, not wanting to indulge his roommate with the details of his sex life.

"Well, we can't have that, can we? Let's make you a Tinder." Touya proudly announced, excited at the prospect of playing matchmaker for his roommate. Tomura reluctantly gave in, knowing once Touya was set on something, it was bound to happen one way or another.

Two blunts later, Tomura and Touya were strewn over the couch, mulling over his profile's final details. It consisted of three pics, one from the Halloween party, another from their most recent function. The last pic is a selfie of him in a black hoodie with sunglasses on. The icing on top is the bio that unironically stated, "Freak in the sheets, gamer in the streets."

"You're gonna be a real pussy magnet shiggy. Just wait, you'll have to fight the chicks off with a stick after they see this." Touya chuckled as he took another puff of the blunt.

"Go to hell and stop hogging; you didn't put shit in on this anyways," Tomura muttered as he snatched the blunt away to take a pull. Maybe he would find some success, he entertained the concept of having a consistent fuck buddy, but sometimes he was lonely and just wanted someone to lay up with. He wanted to be optimistic about something for once, taking his final pull and ashing the blunt out. The smoky haze and intoxicating scent lulling him to sleep.

Fuck optimism, Tomura thought. It had been three days with zero matches or messages, and he was starting to think there had to be a glitch in the system. The only time he had seen a match is when he accidentally swiped on Midnight's profile, a famous Only fans content creator who specialized in BDSM. The same Midnight that he happened to be a top donor for and occasionally bought panties from, but that's beside the point. The profile was poorly made with blurry, uncropped pics taken straight from her social media profiles. The lack of detail and legitimacy was apparent. Tomura felt terrible for the poor soul who probably fell for it, but it made him think…

Why not see how different the response would be if he ran a profile under someone else's guise. Someone more attractive, someone more affluent, and someone more famous. This was simply a social experiment; no harm would come from it of course. He would simply ghost anyone who wanted to meet, keeping all interactions virtual. Now who could he possibly pretend to be. without getting caught. Tomura's eyes finally settled on an Axe ad playing on tv featuring male model Keigo Takami. Mr. tall, blonde, and handsome would definitely attract the feminine masses.

Ding ding ding, it was like a bell went off in his head; he had found his new look. He started to scour the internet for any pictures of Hawks that weren't already posted to his socials and be sure to crop any evidence out. A few hours later, Tomura gazed over his final product. He thought it seemed too good to be true; he was sure that anyone with a working brain would know the profile was clearly a catfish. It was too clean, too pristine, and too perfect, but Tomura was tired of the profile's nit-picking details and saved his last changes. It was starting to get dark, and he had to begin his Comp Sci homework soon so he'd have time to play zombies on Call of Duty later.

Tomura woke to a multitude of buzzes notifying him of the several hundred matches he'd accumulated overnight on his Hawks profile. Apparently, no one had a working brain within the 15-mile radius. The messages were filled with tons of chicks he had seen on campus or in class. He even recognized the one from the Halloween party. He spent his morning smoke break, siphoning through the various contenders.

Too tall.

Too blonde.

Too ugly.

Until...

He finally stopped scrolling when he reached your profile; he had seen you before in his Major classes. You were a somewhat modest girl, always working to be an overachiever and teacher's pet. You hadn't spoken to him before, only forcing a smile when Tomura was caught staring at you in class. You were talented, beautiful, quiet, and you hadn't encountered Touya yet. You were everything he had wanted, and more. He started to type a message awaiting your response.

Keigo: "What's keeping you up this late, love ;)"

Tomura thought to keep it casual enough to fit his suave persona.

Y/N: "lol, just sum late night studying keeping me up."

Y/N: "won't lie im very nervous to texting you rn, i'm a big fan

Keigo: "it's gud knowing i have fans as cute as you ;p"

The conversation seemed to flow from there between you two, texting for almost two weeks strong. Tomura had learned so much about you in a short time, your favorite foods, your favorite color, favorite music, and your dislikes as well. Touya often came by his room to check in on Operation: Get Shiggy Some Pussy, only to be met with a "Fuck off," and yet another door slammed in his face.

You gushed over how lucky you were to be texting the one and only Keigo Takami. Of course, you were skeptical at first, but what kind of fucked up person would take the time to pretend to be another person? The conversation between you two was great and always kept you on your toes. Still, sometimes days would pass before you received a response; you chalked it to the fact that he was always busy as a celebrity and didn't always have time to respond to you.

You were currently lying in bed and unable to fall asleep; you peered at your phone to see that it was 2:05 am. You let out a sigh, preparing to stare at your ceiling until you finally fell asleep, only to be interrupted by a chime from your phone. It was a message from Keigo.

Keigo: you up? ;(

You instantly typed a response, scared that you had done something wrong.

Y/N: yup, what's wrong…?

Keigo: i'm so fucking hard rn baby ;(((

Oh shit, you hadn't prepared yourself for that response; maybe he injured himself at work or-

Keigo: you still there babe? send a pic ;p

You definitely hadn't prepared for that, but who were you to deny him. Keigo could've asked anyone else in the world, but he asked you. Not wanting to leave him waiting, you quickly shucked your shirt off and used your arm to push up your breasts, giving an illusion of the perfect push up bra. You promptly took several pics, taking the time to edit and select the ideal filters to complement your skin tone.

Y/N: 1 image sent

A bubble indicating him typing popped up instantly

Keigo: 3 images sent

Keigo: fuckkkk babe, ur such a tease

You opened the pics, feeling your panties dampen slightly. It was a cock, well Keigo's cock, fat and engorged, leaking pre-cum against his toned belly. He was mostly well-groomed, but a prominent white tuft of hair appears in the picture, making you wonder if Keigo was actually a natural blonde.

Keigo: 1 video sent

let me see that pretty pussy baby,

It was a video of Keigo languidly stroking his cock, how romantic. It was only right for a gorgeous man like Keigo to have a pretty cock to match. What he lacked in girth was definitely made up for in length, complemented with a slight curve that could definitely reach that itch that none of your toys could scratch. By now, you had ditched your panties and started to slowly start to fuck yourself open with one finger at a time. You started recording and angled the phone against your pillow, trying to capture you desperately fucking yourself on your fingers, letting out a small whimper with each thrust.

Y/N: 1 video sent

You began to fuck yourself vigorously, dragging the accumulated slick over your clit with slow, circular strokes. You felt your orgasm on the brink, growing more restless and desperate, humping reverently at your fingers, whimpering desperately; you were so close...There was a sudden surge of fluid from your core, incoherent mumbles leaving your mouth as you kept carefully fucked yourself through your climax. The post-orgasm bliss lulling you to sleep, your eyes had finally fluttered shut, only to be awakened by another chime.

Keigo: 1 image sent

look @ all that cum baby, its all for you ;)

Y/N: when can we meet? my fingers can only work for so long :p

Read: 2:53 am

Aw man, maybe he fell asleep. You were definitely fighting sleep at this point as well, finally closing your eyes, satisfied for the night.

Tomura struggled to catch his breath, reaching for his discarded shirt to wipe the sticky cum off of his stomach. That was the third time this month you'd ask about a meeting, and it was frankly starting to piss him off. He'd have to come up with something fast if he wanted to keep you around. Even though he didn't have much of a moral compass left in his body, the feeling of guilt was hard to ignore. You didn't deserve to be roped into his fucked up social experiment…

A yawn interrupted Tomura's guilty thoughts. He could continue to feel guilty when he wakes up tomorrow.

The following week your prayers had been answered, Keigo finally agreed to meet! It had been such a bittersweet feeling. What if he thought you looked nothing like your profile pictures? Would he reject you and run the other way, screaming? You tried to push your doubtful feelings down by distracting yourself with running errands. Finding the perfect outfit to wear, getting every inch of your body waxed, and picking up a lacy red lingerie set.

Upon getting back to your apartment, you found a red bouquet of roses on the doormat. They were clearly store-bought and not of excellent quality… but it's the thought that counts!

Lots of celebrities were frugal, and of course, Keigo was no different. After further inspection, a small white card with an address and time. You searched the address finding a mid-grade hotel on the outskirts of the city. Keigo was definitely a (cheap) frugal man dedicated to his discretion. Soon realizing that the time on the card was approaching, you quickly ran to shower and primp yourself for the evening. Not even thinking to question how he found your address in the first place...

You had finally arrived at the sketchy hotel, noting that there were little to no cars in the parking lot and noting that none of them looked like they belonged to Keigo. You wandered through the lobby until you finally reached the elevator, tapping the button for the 5th floor. You tried to shake off your pre-meeting jitters, you already knew everything would be fine, but you couldn't shake the feeling of something wrong...

Those intrusive thoughts were soon interrupted by the chime that indicated you had reached your floor. You took a deep breath as you stepped off the elevator, pacing yourself as you walked to your destination.

Room 555

How fitting, you thought. Your knuckles rasped against the door several times.

"Come in." A voice sounded through the door.

You peeked your head around the door before taking a step in the room, not being able to locate the owner of the voice. You gasped after taking the appearance of the room. The room had rose petals haphazardly strewn across the floor. Candles flickered on the dresser, a bubble bath was run in the bathroom, and to top it off, a too cheap bottle of champagne on ice.

There was clearly an effort made, which made your heart swoon, hoping to put a real face to the man you've been speaking to for the past few months, you said out into the empty room.

"Keigo, I like what you've done with the place. You can come out now," you giggled.

"I'm glad you got the flowers," a raspy voice responded.

.......Huh?

Your joy instantly crushed, having heard Keigo's voice multiple times in the interviews you've seen, it sounded nothing like that. Unless he'd suddenly started chain-smoking within the past few months. A loud alarm started going off in your head. It was definitely time to go.

You twirled on your heels and reached for the doorknob, only to be stopped by a hand gripping your upper arm.

"Leaving so soon? The bathwater is still warm…" The mystery voice informed.

"Oh… I think I have the wrong room, so sorry about that." You squeaked, attempting to reach the door again only to be dragged into a bony chest.

Your chin was tilted, forcing you to meet eyes with "Keigo." Who was actually a porcelain-skinned tower of a man with shaggy white hair that had an oddly familiar look to him?

"Let me go! You're not Keigo!" You screamed, hoping to alert any other guests on the floor.

"Fucking took you long enough. I thought you were smarter than those other bitches on campus. Tomura balked, struggling to keep you still in his grasp.

Campus. That's where you recognized the face and voice of your captor, you were both in the same Comp Sci class, and you'd often caught him staring as you worked, chalking it up to you having something on your face or in your teeth. The realization caused tears to spurt from your eyes.

"Poor baby, didn't mommy and daddy teach you to not speak to strangers on the internet?"

"I-I thought y-you were K-Keigo," you gasped, struggling to control your sobs.

"Well, I'm not. Get over it." Tomura slurred, placing sloppy kisses over your collar bone, slowly backing you towards the bed.

You couldn't bring yourself to move or fight anymore, body stiff with fear. Your sobs increase in volume after feeling your legs make contact with the edge of the bed. You didn't know this man from a can of paint, and here he is about to assault you.

"Stop crying before I leak those sexy little videos you shared with "Keigo." Imagine if everyone in the class knew how much of an easy slut you are?" Tomura hissed, shoving you unto the stiff mattress, springs squeaking as you bounced.

You cradled your mouth, struggling to stifle your sobs. Why hadn't you recognized the signs sooner? You spent so much time looking at the situation through rose-colored lenses that you had utterly neglected your safety. But it wasn't the time to feign sympathy for yourself. You needed to take action, and soon—the shaggy haired stranger dragging your motionless body towards the end of the headboard.

"Wait!" You gasped, hoping that you could possibly reason with your captor.

"What's your name?

This was your final chance to escape. You suddenly kicked forward, aiming for his face, failing miserably as it was blocked. Both legs were then shoved into a mating press, granting Tomura the space to press himself even closer to you.

A groan left Tomura's mouth, frotting against your clothed mound, smothering your neck with sloppy saliva drenched kisses. You cowered at the feeling, curling away from his advances. The dry humping continued until a final groan of desperation was released. He was too grown for this shit and didn't feel like going home with stained boxers when your sweet heat was right in front of him.

The red bodycon dress you decided on was shredded down the middle, leaving you in your lingerie set. You added that to the list of things you were already regretting, moving to cover yourself the best you could. Your efforts to preserve the crumb of modesty you had left were futile, both hands knocked out of the way.

"You don't have to hide princess, I think Christmas came early.” “You're wrapped so pretty, baby." He chuckled, moving to fondle your breasts. Taking the time to pinch and pull at both nipples, drawing small hesitant gasps.

"I'll play with these more later. You don't know how long I've waited to play with that cute little pussy in person." You felt your panties tugged to the side, embarrassed with the amount of arousal accumulated below. The feeling was soon replaced with horror after feeling the tip of his cock dragged between your slit.

Tomura used the residual slick to grease his cock, bypassing the need to stretch you out. He pressed forward, forcing himself inside, pausing to catch his breath. Damn... it's been a long time.

You yelped in pain, closing your eyes in hopes of blocking out the situation at hand. You felt him start to pick up his pace, causing small tinges of pain to course through your body.

"Mmmm, open your eyes. I want you to watch me fuck you." He gasped, realizing you hadn't complied yet, he landed a firm slap on your cheek. "Not only are you dumb, but you're also deaf too… open. SMACK your. SMACK fucking. SMACK eyes."

Your eyes shot open, brimming with tears, finding yourself face to face with your captor. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, dainty white lashes framing the lids, traces of dry patches on his face. He wasn't ugly. You'd honestly give him a chance if he asked you out like a decent human being.

His pace had gained traction, hips crashing against yours. You found yourself slowly succumbing to the pleasure, discreetly fucking yourself against him. You wanted to protest and resist against him, but with your inhibitions lowered, you found it hard to comply. Each thrust pulling you further into the abyss that was your impending orgasm. Your lust-filled thoughts being interrupted by the stranger's incoherent mumbling.

"Tomura."

"Huh?" you whimpered, not fully understanding what he said.

"My name is Tomura."

"Okay and mine i-"

"Shut up and say my name." Tomura's thrusts were sporadic, signaling his impending climax. "Beg me to cum…... please."

You barely registered the final demand, not recognizing the soft tone of his voice.

"T-tomura, p-please let me cum!" you begged, right on edge needing something, anything to push you over.

Two nimble, callused fingers drew delicate circles over your clit, forcing you to writhe and sob as your orgasm coursed through your body. The feeling that followed was one of warmth as Tomura came, slowing his thrusts until he collapsed, encasing you in his arms.

Your eyes fluttered shut with your post-orgasm haze lulling you to sleep until a wet, sticky substance trickled along your inner thigh...

What the fuck....

You nearly launched yourself from the bed, fighting to separate yourself from your captor's arms.

"What is wrong with you?"

"You didn't use a condom," you wailed, tears perched at the corner of your eyes. You didn't have the time for a child, you were doing great in classes, your parents would reject you, you'd be stuck playing house with some stranger and-

"Stop muttering. You're fucking up my nap. I'll buy a Plan B when I wake up." Tomura mumbled into the pillow, dragging you back into his chest.

You continued to fight his grasp, pausing after feeling a firm pinch to your side. Fighting was futile at this point, and you couldn't fully assess the situation until you had some decent sleep.

Closing your eyes for a few seconds wouldn't hurt…right?

#bnha x reader #yandere bnha #bnha smut #shiggy x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader #mha x reader #mha imagines #mha x y/n #tw: noncon #tw: manipulation #tw: slapping #tw: dumbification

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Prom Night!

(ao3)

word count: 2k

rating: T

Shoutout to @krdnvrs for being my number one fan and cheerleader on all of my random ideas, and for listening to me complain. Another thanks to @red-cape-morgana for being my glorified cheerleader ;)

They were in Midvale, working a case, when it happened.

Somehow Lex managed to lace the water supply with kryptonite, the team got wind of it, and so they went to investigate.

Lena, now an integral part of the team, tagged along.

Alex, J’onn, Brainy, and Nia went first to make sure everyone was safe and that the kryptonite wouldn’t harm anyone, while also checking to see what kind of kryptonite it was and how it would affect Kara.

Kara and Lena are staying back at the town line. Waiting patiently. Some more than others.

“Will you please stop pacing? You’re stressing me out,” Lena rubs at her temples.

Kara stops mid-step, skidding on the loose gravel, and sighs. “I’m sorry. I’m just really anxious right now, and I’m scared of what they might find. I mean, what if—Eliza lives here! I can’t just—

“Hey,” Lena interrupts by placing both hands on Kara’s forearms. “It’ll be fine. Eliza isn’t even here. She’s out of town, remember?”

Kara lets out a deep breath and nods.

“Can I—Kara, can I give you a hug?” she asks, timidly. Lena won’t openly admit it, but Kara’s the only one she openly and freely gives hugs to. Anyone else and it’s touch and go.

Kara smiles, “Duh! You don’t even have to ask, you know that.” She wrangles her arms out from Lena’s hands and wraps her own around the CEO’s shoulders, burying her face in raven hair.

Lena grips her hands tightly around the hero’s back and inhales deeply, the sweet smell of honey and lavender from the blonde's shampoo, and the hint of earth which makes Kara, Kara.

The moment was quickly disrupted by a chirping in Kara’s ear. She steps back slightly so one arm is still resting on Lena’s shoulders while the other presses the comm. “Alex?”

Lena is moderately perturbed at Alex in this moment, but doesn’t let it show. Instead, she loosens her grip and slides her hands to rest on Kara’s hips, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

“You guys should head into town,” Alex supplies.

“What is it?” Kara asks while absentmindedly playing with Lena’s hair.

“Everything’s fine, but you’re gonna wanna see this for yourself.”

Kara frowns. “Okay, we’ll be there shortly.” She clears her throat and Lena eyes her warily.

“So?” Lena steps back and crosses her arms in front of her chest.

“Alex says she has something to show us,” Kara replies. “So,” she moved her arms in a swooping gesture, “Ready to go?”

Lena shakes her head. “No. We are not flying there.”

“Suit yourself,” Kara laughs and begins to take off. Lena stops her with a hand on the wrist before she can. “Change your mind?”

“Just promise to go slow,” Lena huffs, giving Kara permission to scoop her up bridal style.

“Yes, ma’am,” she smirks.

___

“Blue kryptonite?”

Alex nods.

“What is his endgame?”

Alex puffs her cheeks up and releases hot air. “It seems he wants to get rid of your powers. And apparently he thought starting here would be the best course of action, knowing you grew up here and you’d come this way. Fool proof plan, really.” A sudden serious look clouds over her. "And I have a feeling this is only the first step in his nefarious plans."

Kara groans, "Well, is everyone okay at least?" She puts her hands on her hips, in the classic hero pose.

"As far as we know, it doesn't have any negative effects on humans. In fact, we think it does the opposite."

"Of course!" Lena interjects from her spot. She's stayed quiet and let the sisters discuss things, until now she remembers information that could help.

"Lena?" Kara raises her eyebrows in question.

"When Lex was researching ways to hurt Superman, he discovered blue kryptonite," she rolls her eyes. "Blue kryptonite can drastically improve the health of any non-Kryptonian organism, such as livestock, crops, and humans. Continual consumption of blue kryptonite-irradiated water puts humans in a perfect state of health. I'm almost positive he's been drinking the stuff for years."

"Well, fuck," Alex huffs.

Lena shakes her head. "I wouldn't worry about it too much. It doesn't make him super-powered or anything. Actually, now that I think about it, the blue rock makes humans more prone to mental irregularities. If that's the case, it would explain a lot."

"Is there a way to counteract it?" Kara asks.

Lena sighs. "If I'm hypothesizing correctly, I'd bet my life on lead getting the job done."

Kara nods and looks to Alex. "Okay. You got all the rock bagged up then?" Alex nods. "How long until the water supply is back to normal?"

"A week? Maybe two. Just don't go drinking the water at mom's house, got it?"

"I'll stick to bottled," Kara smirks.

___

As they’re flying to Eliza's later that night, Kara notices her old high school is bustling with people and everyone is gussied up. She gasps loudly in Lena’s ear. “Lena, look!”

“What?”

“It’s prom night!” she slows down and finds a spot behind some bushes for cover. Once grounded she practically beams. “Let’s break in!"

Lena guffaws.

Kara stares at her with a gleaming twinkle in her eyes.

“Are you serious?” She asks incredulously.

Kara nods furiously like a bobble head. “Yeah, totally! I remember you telling me once how you never went to prom, and then I promised you if the opportunity ever arises I’d take you myself. And I'd dance with you.”

“You said no such thing,” Lena states, highly amused.

“Okay, well," Kara visibly flusters, "Maybe I never said that part out loud, but I still thought it in my head. And...I mean it.”

“Kara, that’s very sweet, but look at us,” she gestures between them, “I’m dressed like I’m ready for a board meeting, and you,” she glances around to make sure no one can see or hear them and whispers, “You’re Supergirl.”

Kara looks down and pouts, “Oh. Right.” It doesn’t keep her down for long though, because she speeds away and comes back in a dress before Lena can even blink.

“Wow. Don’t think I’ll ever get used to that,” Lena chuckles. “You didn’t think to grab anything for me?”

The hero frowns while looking Lena up and down with an intense gaze, causing Lena to feel immensely self-conscious. With a finger to her chin Kara says, “I think you look perfect. You’re basically wearing a suit, anyway, just one that probably costs more than anyone in that building can afford.”

Lena raises her eyebrows haughtily.

“Shall we?” Kara holds out her arm.

Lena rolls her eyes fondly, before relaxing, and hooks her arm through the blonde’s. “Alright, MacGyver, how are we doing this?”

“Easy,” Kara shrugs. “I’ll just open the door to the gym with my super strength, and sneak in the back. Piece of cake.”

“Famous last words.”

___

“Ha! Told you we could do it!” Kara exclaims as they make their way through the gym, where fairy lights are strewn about everywhere, and the ceiling is decorated with cheesy cotton drapes. Surprisingly, no one even notices the two women, and if they do they don’t care.

“The night is still young,” Lena points out.

“Oh quit being a downer,” Kara teases. As they find a secluded spot in the corner, a slow song starts to play. The lights cast a glow on Lena making her seem ethereal, and Kara gapes in awe.

"You look beautiful, Lena."

"I could say the same for you," she blushes.

“May I have this dance?” Kara playfully bends forward with one hand outstretched.

“You’re such a goober,” Lena laughs and takes her hand.

They slow dance for a while, the heat between them hanging in the air. As soon as Kara thinks about asking Lena the question that's been niggling her for the past few months, she notices a man poking around in the corner of her eye. He makes eye contact with her and begins making his way toward them. Kara panics.

“There’s a man coming our way. What do we do? He’s probably gonna kick us out!”

“Shit, I don’t know! This was your idea!” Lena hisses.

Kara thinks fast and makes a decision. A decision she never thought would happen, here in Midvale, in her high school gymnasium of all places. A decision that will inevitably change their lives forever.

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” Lena answers immediately, with a wistful smile plastered on her face.

Kara nods and takes a moment to compose herself. Just a tiny moment. Because they’re kind of running out of time here. Before she can second-guess herself, she takes Lena’s face in her hands and kisses her.

She kisses her like her life depends on it. She’s waited for this moment for so long and it’s finally here. At a high school prom she wasn't even invited to. The thought makes her want to laugh. But she can't, because she's kissing Lena. And Lena is kissing her back with just as much ferocity! It’s funny, she never imagined she’d be back here, years later, with the prettiest woman in the universe at her side, yet that’s what was in the cards for her.

When what feels like minutes of absolute heaven go by, Kara pulls back slightly, breathing heavy. She slowly opens her eyes and whispers, “Do you think it worked?”

“Excuse me?”

The voice startles them from their little bubble and makes the women jump apart in surprise.

"Gosh, you scared the crap outta me," Kara shudders, clutching at her heart. She gathers her wits and when she sees the man, realization slowly dawns on her. "Kenny?"

The man, presumably Kenny, frowns. "I'm sorry, do we know each other?"

"It's Kara. Kara Danvers!" she smiles with hesitancy. The gears in Kenny's head start turning and he puts his hands on his head in utter bewilderment.

"Kara!"

Being the tactile person she is, Kara envelops him in a bone crushing hug. When they pull back she asks, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm the principal," he replies bashfully. Kenny smirks and tilts his head. "What are you doing here?"

Kara blushes a deep red and clears her throat. "Um, well...I'm just visiting, actually." She adjusts her glasses awkwardly. "You know, see how everyone's doing since I left..."

"And who's this?" Kenny asks, peering behind her, effectively cutting off the inevitable ramble about to happen.

The blonde swallows. "Oh geez, where are my manners?" she bonks herself on the head and turns to Lena. Kara gently pushes her forward by the small of her back, and rests her hand there. "Lena, this is my friend Kenny from high school. Kenny, this is my....Lena..."

Lena chuckles and holds out her hand. “Lena Luthor. Nice to meet you.” His grip is firm when they shake hands.

“Pleasure’s all mine,” he replies.

Kara grins after seeing her former (dead?) best friend meet her current best friend (maybe more?) chat with one another.

She explains why they’re there and that they essentially snuck in.

“I won’t tell a soul. You have my word,” Kenny winks at them. “Keep in touch, yeah?” Kara nods enthusiastically, and gives him one last hug before departing to the other end of the gym, where he sees a student spiking the punch bowl.

"So..." Lena starts, "That's the Kenny you told me about?"

Lena notices Kara's eyes crinkle and one corner of her mouth lifts up, in that cute way it does when she's thinking deeply about something. "Yeah. He died though, in my timeline." She frowns, and her eyes dart around the floor like the cracks and scratches have all the answers. "This whole universe...reset...thing is mind-boggling."

Lena reaches up and rubs softly at Kara's little crinkle with the pad of her thumb. When it disappears, she drops her hand and plays with the blonde's fingers instead. "Nothing's ever easy in our lives, is it?"

Kara hums an affirmation in response.

"You can tell me about it, if you'd like," Lena offers.

"That'd be nice," Kara smiles, then like a flip of a switch she's throwing her a flirty smirk. "But not right now," she joins their other hands together and pushes them forward and back, as if they're on the cusp of telling each other exciting news.

"No?" Lena plays along.

"Nope," she raises their hands up so Lena's rest on her shoulders, and Kara pulls her forward by the waist. "I was kinda hoping we could talk about that kiss."

"Mhmm, I was wondering if you were gonna bring that up," she inches closer so her forehead touches Kara's, and she encircles her arms around her neck, the distance between them practically nonexistent.

"I should've asked," she connects her hands on the other woman's back.

Lena shakes her head, the action causing their noses to bump. "You never have to ask to kiss me." Before Kara can properly respond, Lena connects their lips together again, shutting her up in the best way possible.

They still have a lot of things to figure out, a lot of demons to fight-both literally and figuratively-but Lena relishes in the thought that at least she has Kara.

At least they're doing it together.

After all, it is their life motto: stronger together.

#supercorp #supercorp fic rec #supercorp fic #my work #kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl season 6

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bakugou-jpg · 4 years

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Autumn leaves || K. Bokuto

Hello everyone ! Here is another Haikyuu HQ server collab :) Please let me know of you guys can see this, last time o uploaded it it bugged. Anyway hope you guys will enjoy this and here is the link to the masterlist.

September 20

The soft pattering of the raindrops on the window felt like a comforting lullaby that whispered into his ear. It kept him trapped into his slumber, the comforting irregular melody trapping him under its spell.

It wasn't the warmest day of the year, that could surely be said for the man unconsciously nuzzled his face deeper into the covers to get away from the chill that tickled his body. Then again, sleeping without a shirt on and only in a pair boxers wasn't exactly the best pick for a pyjama on a september day.

As he was slowly waking up bit by bit one of his hands slid over matras in search for the source of warmth he'd cuddle up to each morning before waking up, only to find nothing but an empty spot next to him a very light trace of warmth still there.

It was a sunday, so usually it meant that there were no plans for that day but to sleep in and enjoy each other's presence.

Slowly peeking open one eye, Bokuto glanced at the empty spot next to him while grumbling. You were supposed to be there next to him, like usual, but it seemed like you had already gotten out of bed. Not too long ago, for your warmth was still present on the spot you once were.

The blinds were closed, yet if he peeked through the small gap he could see the rain covered window and how the dark clouds overtook the once blue sky making him feel like it was in the late afternoon.

The man inhaled sharply before rolling over onto his back, his arm thrown over his face with the other still in the empty spot next to him before he sighed loudly and stretched his limbs. Bokuto for the love of god could never stretch like a normal person for he always let out this loud groan that sounded like a bear screaming out in pain.

But really, was just your 6 feet tall boyfriend waking up.

Slowly creeping one eye open, Bokuto let his eye get used to the light. Everything was still fuzzy and blurry, he felt like his eyes might of have been glued shut for how heavy and sticky they felt.

A sound coming from the hallway made him poke his head out of the covers to take a look at the door. The footsteps got more silent with every step closer to the door. When they halted, Bokuto could hear the door very softly creak open before catching a glimpse of your (h/c) hair poking through the door followed by your face.

Your eyes widened at the sight of him up, well still drowsy and it was clear that he was still tired and hadn't completely had a grasp on reality yet. "Ah, you're awake already? Weren't you tired from yesterday's practice?"

Bokuto pushed himself up, his hair falling in front of his eyes, and started rubbing his eyes trying to rub the sleepiness out of himself. A very inaudible raspy noise left his throat before a smile made its way onto his face. "Mm, s' yesterday. T' was cold" He said before pulling the big fluffy blankets closer to his body.

A chuckle left your mouth as you walked towards his side of the bed and sat down next to him, your hand settling on his cheek causing him to press his face further into you touch before grabbing your wrist and pulling you forward. Bokuto pressed his lips against your own and hummed softly, hand cupping your face lovingly and the other one snaking its way down to your thigh.

Kissing him was like taking the first bite out of a warm freshly made campfire s'more. The extremely sweet aroma immediately overwhelming your tastebuds and making you giddy and excited for the next bite to come. Yet, after a second or two the warm comforting feeling of the warm marshmallow warming up the inside of your warmth takes over and you can't help but melt into its touch sinking deeper and deeper into the addicting sweet warm taste.

With a sigh of content, Bokuto parts his way from you and looks into your eyes with a big grin on his face. Before you even get the chance to react, he already dipped down to place a quick peck on your lips to top of the kiss he had just given you before.

“Happy birthday, my love"

You whispered, cradling his face in your hands with your cheeks still warm from the aftermath of the kiss. Humming softly when Bokuto wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to cuddle you closely, you pressed your nose into his neck and left some feathery light kisses on it.

You earned a chuckle from the man that currently had you trapped into his arms and squealed when he quickly threw you next to him on the bed and hovered over you, attacking your face with smooches while his hands were digging into your sides and armpits. The laughter coming from you had his heart melting and it didn't take long before he connected his lips with yours again this time the kiss lasting a little less longer than the one before.

For a few seconds it was just Bokuto staring down at you with eyes in awe. I mean yes, he currently was sitting on top of you with you trapped between his legs and your hair a mess due the fact you had been trashing around to get free from his hold but god you were so fucking beautiful and he loved you so fucking much.

"Kotarou get off! Your ass is crushing meee I can't feel my legs" You whined with a giggle escaping your mouth that you were trying oh so hard to hide. "Your breakfast will get cold and I'm not making you a new one."

Once again Bokuto laughed but finally gave in at the mention of you having made breakfast for him. He climbed off of you and held out his hand for you to hoist you off the mattress with a quick tug on your arm he had you up on your feet with an arm slung around your shoulder. He swayed a bit at the beginning, for having gotten up too quickly for his own good and his head felt very light.

The wooden floor was cold especially after just having get out if bed and not having any clothes on but for a pair of boxers. Goosebumps rose on his skin and the man could be seen visibly cringing at the feeling of the new temperature hitting him. He would do nothing rather than stay in bed all day long, but it seemed like you weren't gonna let him stray from your side any time soon today. Especially with how you were excitingly guiding him towards the living room and showing off the big birthday breakfast you made for him that included all his favorite even from some of the countries he had visited.

The fact you had been able to remember warmed his heart, almost radiating enough heat to warm him but but not quite yet for he was still slightly shivering from the cold.

"It tastes wonderful, babe! S'good!" He said with his mouth stuffed with the contents of the plate. You loved Bokuto, you really did, but his eating habit were,,special. A small trial of grease from the bacon glistening underneath the kitchen lamp currently running down his chin and all the crumbs sticking to that said trial of grease made you cringe at the sight of it.

The fact he didn't even bother to wipe it off was..

Grabbing a napkin from the napkin holder that was placed on top of the kitchen counter, you crumbled it up before stepping towards Bokuto and turning his face your way. "I swear sometimes i feel like a mom having to take care of you, Kou your whole face is covered babe!" You laughed, wiping away the food stains on his face only to be wrapped up in a pair of strong arms immediately.

“That's cause i know you'll always be there to take care of me, even if you act like my mom." He said with a grin, eyes still half closed. It seemed like that man probably hadn't had enough sleep yet, after all you do recall him saying yesterday's practice was kinda intense and the fact he went out drinking with the boys afterwards wasn't necessarily s good addition to that.

Putting the napkin down, you took his face in your hands and squishes his cheeks together, just slightly. "Tell me the truth Kou, how tired are you my love?" You whispered, softly running your thumbs underneath his eyes to calm him down.

Even though his hair was already flat from yesterday's shower, you could easily see the man deflate at your question. Why exactly this had triggered his emo mode, you didn't know but atleast you knew what to do and say if it got bad.

The pout on his face and his eyes getting a little glassy made you frown yourself.

"I'm sorry for being such a useless boyfriend..you probably had all these things planned for today but i'm just a tired piece of no good. You should probably go out yourself and leave me be.." Bokuto said while pressing his face into your chest, the arms that were wrapped around your body getting tighter.

When Bokuto was tired, he'd always seem to go into his emo mode a little faster than usual. No matter how big or small the reason he'd always find atleast something to sulk about, but only if he was really tired and his emotions were spilling out of the grasp he had on his brain.

Smiling softly, you tangled your hand into his hair and used your other one to softly run over his back. "Today is your day Bokuto, its okay if you're tired. To be quite honest with you, i'm still a bit sleepy myself and could also use two hours of more sleep so..what if we got back into bed, took a long nap and afterwards we'll watch a movie on the couch with blankets and cake and tonight we'll take a warm bath together hm? Does that sound nice, Kou?" You whispered in his ear, your fingers gently running over his ear shell before you pressed a soft kiss on his temple.

“I love you”

Giggling while you grab his now empty plate and glass to put them in the dishwasher you smiled. “I know you do, i love you too very much Kou. I’m very glad to have been blessed with meeting you and loving you and be loved by you, so thank you for all these years and may there be many more to come.” You said while walking towards him, wrapping your arm around his arm and planting a soft kiss on his lips.

The way Bokuto’s face lit up almost made you believe his hair was about to go straight up by itself. It was the smile he gave you whenever he scored a point in volleyball with his very first instinct being looking for you sitting in the bleachers. The smile he gave you whenever you greeted him at the airport when you came to pick him up and he spotted you among the crowd holding a “welcome home” sign in whatever language of the country he traveled to. The smile when he first got to hold your hand,

The smile whenever he realized just how in love he was with you and how badly he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and only you by his side.

So holding you close in bed, with you nuzzled into his chest with his arm wrapped around you securely nose pressed into the top of your head and legs entangled, Bokuto wish he could be like this for the rest of his life. The two of you had never talked about marriage, but thinking about him being able to call himself your husband.. sounded like a sweet honey dripping down his ears.

“You okay? Thought you wanted to sleep?” You mumbled, very close to falling asleep yourself.

Bokuto smiled softly and hummed, pressing your head back down his chest.

“Never been better”

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