#i blame sleep deprivation and quarantine

[buckttommy]

5x17 spec fic(ish). is it spec fic or purely self-indulgent pining and fluff? you decide (1.6k)

"So how did it go?" Buck's voice is thin through the line of the phone. There's the sound of fabric rustling as he gets ready for bed, probably throwing on a hoodie and shorts like the weirdo he is as they speak. It's late enough for bed; beyond late enough, actually. Eddie glances at the clock. Already 2AM his time which means it's just past one in Los Angeles.

"Ah." Eddie lays back on the starchy hotel sheets. How did it go? He's not sure how to answer that. He can't remember the last time he cried in front of his parents. Or, more accurately, he probably could remember if he dug deep and tried hard enough, but he already feels like he walked out of a six-hour long therapy session; a walk down memory lane is probably not in his best interests tonight. "You remember how you felt after the dinner from hell with your parents?"

"You mean how it felt like I'd been hit by a mack truck going eighty and dragged down a highway? No, why would I remember that?" Buck huffs a quiet laugh that dissolves into a loud yawn.

Eddie misses that yawn. It's a weird thought to have, and in broad daylight, he will blame it on sleep deprivation and heightened emotion, but that's not the full truth of it. The full truth of it is that it only took Eddie a matter of days to become used to the sounds Buck makes before he falls asleep: the hum of his yawns, and the snuff of his nose, and the little noises he makes in the back of his throat when he's trying to follow his own train of thought and promptly loses it.

Eddie has hoarded all of those noises, tucked away in a box labeled Buck in the back of his brain. It used to be labeled Things About Buck that Only I Know, erected during the first night of quarantine and filled up every night during the four or so months he stayed within the clinical confines of Buck's loft. But that was before he got shot, before Taylor crept into all the spaces he vacated and learned all those little things that only he was supposed to know.

"Hey," Buck murmurs, sleep making the edges of his voice soft. Eddie hadn't realized he never responded, lost to the winding web of own thoughts. "You with me?"

"I'm with you."

Eddie clicks off the light at his bedside, plunging the room into darkness. Somewhere on the West Coast, Buck does the same.

It is all too easy to picture Buck in between his sheets. After—well, after, Buck spent weeks in his home making sure Eddie remembered how to be a person. He slept on the sofa seventeen nights out of eighteen, but is the eighteenth night that is woven into the notches and grooves of Eddie's brain, the eighteenth night being the first night, the one in which every hurt and bruised feeling Eddie had ever felt spilled forth and bled on everyone he loved. Eddie laid in bed curled up on his side, raw and tender, for approximately twenty minutes and forty-three seconds before Buck was gently easing his bedroom door open and settling down behind him. There was no hesitancy in the way Buck wrapped his arm around Eddie's middle, nothing but gentleness in the way he eliminated every molecule of space between them until Eddie was spooned against his front, Buck's palm against his heart.

"I've got you," Buck had whispered into his skin, lips so close Eddie could feel the drag of them against his flesh.

I've got your heartbeat in one hand—alive, alive—and your soul in the other—trying to survive.

He's still not sure if Buck was aware of the fact that he could feel his tears dripping into the downy hair at the base of his neck or if he just assumed Eddie had fallen to sleep. But Eddie hadn't, not even when Buck's breathing had evened out behind him. He just laid there mapping out and memorizing every point of contact between their clothed bodies, jotting down every second of that liminal moment in which nothing but that room and that house existed so he could remember every detail for a rainy day.

Eddie can picture Buck in his bed all too clearly because he has had it, tasted it, has woken up to the sight of Buck's head buried in his pillows the next morning, early light burrowing into the pillow creases in his cheeks. If there is a sight Eddie will never forget, it is that one, if only because his very bones whispered mine at the sight of it.

Buck hums into the receiver; Eddie knows that sound too, a would-be response were he not too exhausted to make his lips move.

"How's our—how's Chris?" Eddie wants to ask before Buck drops off to sleep.

There is a slight pause, electric and charged with the way Eddie can feel the way Buck's brain comes online, just the slightest bit. How's our boy, he almost asked.

He can almost taste the question on Buck's lips as if it exists on his own: how's our what?

Eddie's breath catches in the base of his throat. Please ask. Please, Buck, don't ask.

Buck doesn't ask.

"He's okay," he says after a beat. "He misses you. We both do."

"I miss you too."

Eddie yawns. His eyelids are heavy, heavy enough that he doesn't care whether or not Buck reads the personal pronoun as being personal or inclusive. But he knows Buck and Buck knows him, and he knows there's not a single world that exists in which Eddie can fathom the three of them existing as anything other than a unit.

You put some man in your will, his father had spat. That's a slap in the face to your mother and I; after all we've done for Christopher, all we've done for you.

As if love is a currency, a bartered exchange between two distant parties. Hell, maybe in his family, that is all it will ever be. But that is not is not love. Love is a garden that leaves blossoms on your tongue and teeth, planting seeds every time you kiss the cheek of someone you adore and cradle. Love is soot under your nails and smoke in your skin, because love always leaves the ninety-nine to save the one. Love is the giggle of your son pressed against the cotton of your shirt, and a rosepetal birthmark above a strong brow set in a kind face, and a home-cooked meal spread out on a long wooden table.

Love, Eddie knows now, is an action verb; it is not just an inkstain in Merriam-Webster's; it lives and breathes and weaves and anchors. It exists, even if it runs dry within the walls of his parents' home.

He's not some man, he's the one person who has been there for me when I didn't even know how to be there for myself. He has done more for me than either of you combined in the four years I've known him than the thirty-plus years you've had me.

And what? Ramon sneered. You love him or something?

Yeah, Eddie said. Yeah, I love him.

"Eddie." Buck's voice in his ear, barely tethered to reality. A glance at the clock: 2:50AM.

How long has Eddie just laid here listening to him breathe, remembering the feel and weight of him, drifting between recent past and drowsy present?

"I'm here."

"You're not, though."

No, he is not. Eddie has never felt the ache of absence as acutely as he does in this moment.

"I'm not," he agrees. "But I will be soon."

Buck's voice is a little more urgent when he speaks, still sleepy soft but threaded through with the need to funnel every syllable into his eardrum. "Come back home. Be here with everyone in this city who loves you and knows you; everyone who feels it when you're gone. I'm not—I know they're your family, and I'm not trying to—"

"I know," Eddie whispers. His eyes burn, salty tears reservoiring underneath his lids. "I know, Buck."

"Yeah," Buck breathes. "I know you do." There's a pause, an exhale followed by a shaky inhale. "Come back home to me, Eddie."

Ah, this... this is what it sounds like when the world sighs in contentment; six words, an anchor in stormy seas, a tether around his middle keeping him from drifting away: Come back home to me, Eddie.

Eddie doesn't think his name has ever sounded so sweet.

He sobs into his hand, just once, more of an exhalation than a cry, a release he has grown weary of trying to stifle. Buck makes another noise in the back of his throat, one that would be unfamiliar if not for that night he held him in his arms—a warm droplet of sound that only means rest, I'm here.

"I'm so tired."

Eddie's voice is barely a whisper, but Buck hears it anyway. Buck always hears it.

"Sleep. I'll pick you up at the airport tomorrow."

"Wait for me to come home." Please, he almost adds, but he's never needed to beg Buck for time. If anything, Buck is always the one who has given it in spades.

Buck sighs down the line, and Eddie swears he can feel his breath on the back of his neck, his palm counting the beats of his heart.

"Always," Buck swears.

Always.

#Will crosspost this later #my fic #jack.txt

[byteofsoup]

Oh. It was sleep deprivation.

Over quarantine, i was fucking miserable. I'd be agitated all day, every sensory input irritated me to no end. At the time I blamed it on autism and dehydration. Now I'm sure I'm not autistic, and I haven't felt that emotion in a long time, even when i was dehydrated to the point of lightheadedness earlier this sunmer. It wasn't until I felt that agitation today that I realized what it was.

Sleep deprivation.

I've been sleeping terribly for the past week (for conditions reasons). Over quarantine, i was kept up until the wee hours of the morning every night by my boyfriend-at-the-time demanding to call until he got tired. Of *course* i was agitated. I was exhausted.

#of course it was all his fucking fault after all.

[misterehasamystery]

Been rewatching some pandemic era television. It revealed some serious trauma that I just never processed properly. It also reminded me of the friends that I made around the beginning of the hardest time in my life. They got me through divorce, depression, quarantine, and a significant amount of job insecurity.

Without their love, I wouldn't have held it together. I was already considering having myself committed at the start of my divorce, and with everything else, I would not have functioned without them.

They were strangers I met on the Internet. We all ended up in a messaging group that was ostensibly about kink and exhibitionism. There was constant shameless flirting, as well as many lewd and nude photos. And out of that, we built a little community.

Some people came and went. There was significant turnover, particularly in male members of the group. But there was a core of us.

Arie was the founder. Then we had Anna, Nayra, Toni, Jenn, Kyle stayed most of a year, Darrick, and myself, E.

There were plenty of others who came and went. Grimm and Majick were early members. Joseph and Kat popped in and out with long months or even a year between periods of activity. GG, Perry, Phoenix, Sam. So many others that I forget most of their names.

Rarely were there more than 10 active members at any given time, but it was enough. It was our little community online. In the darkness of that time, we filled our little corner with light, positivity, happiness, and love.

Of course there was drama, and fights. Falling outs happened. But for more than 2 years they were my people. We were loyal. We would send each other care packages and birthday presents. The group fell apart in early 2022, partly due to loss of momentum as people were able to go outside and interact with other people in person instead of online. However, I also contributed to that collapse.

Early 2022 I went and visited one of the core group. We were all amazing friends and the casual flirting had gotten me confused. Hanging out in person was fun. We got along so smoothly it was like we'd been friends for over a decade. And yes there was some casual sexual chemistry, but nothing super intense.

There was a play session we were both involved in that went badly due to poor communication and sleep deprivation. It wasn't so bad as to end the friendship, but while we were clearing the air and setting boundaries after that, I made the most idiotic decision.

I somehow felt like that would be the perfect time to suggest we become casual poly partners. In my infinite idiocy I had combined an easy relaxed friendship and mutual attraction into something that just wasn't there, and even if it had been, it would have been the worst time to suggest it.

The group was already fading, so a falling out between two of the most active members left the chat basically dead. It never really recovered and I still blame myself for the loss of the friend group. I stay in touch with only one other member these days.

I'm not sure where I was going with this story, but I'll leave you with the lesson I learned. Love has many many shapes. More so for those of us that are non-monogamous. The way it's described most of the time, it's supposed to be a feeling. But that's not really right. It's more of an action.

Love is the action you take when you care enough about someone that you would willingly give up something you value for their benefit. There are more acts of love than you can count. And the way you express it should depend on the type of relationship you have.

Trying to use the wrong expression in hopes of changing the dynamic isn't love. I was worried, confused, and hurt. Asking to change our relationship was not an act of love. It was selfish and stupid.

I regret it more than anything else I've done in the past 4 years. I can't repair the damage I've done. Trust isn't a bridge that can be built on only one side. And they have no need to even try.

#dungeon of the damned #pandemic memories #majorregret #apology

[lonespektr]

SEPTEMBER 3RD HORROR WATCH

Sea Fever (2019)

Autistic coded researcher

Has to do her field study on the boat or she gets an F

Her professor is chill enough to know college is about making friends too

I didn't know red hair was bad luck on a boat

Insulted the engineer guy

Already hit it

Those things are already putting holes in the boat u touching it dude those things have to be drooling acid on to the boat to get the wood to melt so quick

Leaking blue gel everywhere

There's lots of direct contact

A close up on shoe contact

Whales are freaked

She's supposed to do 1 dive

She's under there trying cut with a knife things that are melting the boat

She's sees it's one entity

Murder/suicides undoubtedly

It's got bioluminescence

It jumps at her alien style She books it

They can't get it off the boat

Why don't they have a radio how did i miss that before?

Another boat

It's abandoned

Radio was on

They put out their own eyes

Blamed it on sea Fever/ sleep deprivation

Absolutely life at sea is mad dangerous

And yea a significant part of that is overwork and accidents from sleep depirvation

There's like this implication there are mom and dad co captains

One guy bled earlier but no visual on actual blood contact with the gel/goo

No anymore way to kill the vibe

Finally at the dinner table

Lol wtf swim?? What kinda euphemism

Oh shit he serious

Oh they pulling him in the boat

He got it he was the only one that bled

WORMS IN THE EYEBALL WORMS IN EYE

Leeches exploded out of his eyes

No PPE!!!!!!!!

Now they are in the water supply

Chewed right through filtration

Smart salt water fish in fresh water

That is an issue

Wait em out?

Lying through her teeth rn

All already got it

Electrocute the boat?

They didn't try to uh AED machine him

No eye explodey

The old lady is suspect

Quarantine? Should have been done that

Very weird that researcher has decided there's no possible way to come into port quarantined

And it's basically a covid complain about quarantine

she already knew

Exclusion zone

Charged course

Lol so how are they keeping the thing in the exclusion zone??

Knew she wasn't gonna give a shit about that old lady

Literally could have popped a bunch of aspirin

Wait she's trying to get to shore in a dingy?

Usually the two nerds aren't left

Okay that was silly they could have

The alien is shaped like an eye

Honestly the last moment made her seem suicidal in retrospect

Because they didn't give any scientific basis as to why it couldn't be sured, like honest it didn't sell like the zombie virus

Like some unstoppable contagion

And we don't know he's not infected

I was surprised at the final girl

Although i do believe it was dilberate

#graywatchhorror23 #sea fever

[idontwantpeopletoknowmyname]

There was a reason why I made this

No im not giving you the reason

#please not how it looks exactly like DeanCas fucking #thank you #im not gonna apologize for this #but I hope you will never be able to forget it #I cant even blame this on sleep deprivation or alcohol I was completely sane #i'll blame it on quarantine #feel free to make it into your wallpaper #hudala #destiel #kinda #uh #um #please dont ask questions #supernatural #spn #deancas #dean winchester #dean as impala #cas #castiel

[idontknow-whattocallthisblog]

Brain:our sleep schedule has impoved a bit hasn't it? Me:ya! It has! Brain: id be a shame if.... Me:wh-what? Brain: I'd make I wa worse again and heighten al you other probpems so youre even more exahusted 24/7 Me..... Me:..... pls don't Brain:to late! Enjoy being an unproductive perpetually tired, dizzy person again, sucker!

#sleep #sleep deprivation #corona I blame you #fricken quarantine #let me sleep #i hate my brain #why am i like dis #please send help

[plume-pigmented-pili]

Hey hey! here’s a little something I wrote for Eli a few months ago. They convinced me i should post it, so here i am lol

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Tw: Descriptions of a Cold, sickness (non graphic), feelings unwanted, coughing, headaches, misunderstandings, hurt/comfort. Let me know if I need to add more!

Words: 5.2k

Pairing: Prinxiety (Written as Romantic but could be read as platonic i guess)

“Virgil is miserable. Its the middle of the night, and Virgil is stuck in bed, unable to sleep, with a horrible cold. The actual cold isn’t why he’s miserable, though.

Is it selfish to want to be cared for?”

—

Through Sickness and Health

Virgil could hear the clock on the opposite wall ticking just a tad too fast, and didn’t need to even look over at it to know it was way too late to be awake. Sure, he didn’t have the best sleep schedule, but at least he was usually enjoying himself when he stayed up, and it was rarely this late. It wasn’t even his fault this time.

But here Virgil was, laying in bed curled under all the blankets he owned, wishing he was dead. On paper, that sounds a lot worse than it really was, but who could blame him? The sweet release of death sounded like heaven compared to suffering here any longer. His throat was sandpaper dry, nose clogged with snot, and what felt like a small bomb went off in his skull with every movement.

That, though, wasn’t the main reason he was suffering.

He’d been sick before, he knew it would be over soon, but no physical pain could compare to the hurt he felt, knowing that the others knew of his illness, and didn’t give a single damn.

There was no way they didn’t know what was happening - even if he’d tried to hide it, which he hadn’t, it’s not like acting was ever his specialty - but not a single one of them had batted an eye since he came down with this stress induced cold.

Well, that wasn’t completely true. Patton had asked if he was feeling alright on day two, when Virgil had shuffled downstairs around three in the afternoon to grab a snack, hoodie flipped up as he dug around, his hands clearly shaky from fever yet he’d been too tired to try and hide it. He’d told Patton, in the least shaky voice he could muster, that he just wasn’t feeling very well.

In hindsight, it had probably been incredibly selfish of him to expect Patton to come to his aid and comfort him, maybe offer to tuck him in on the couch and make him something healthy to eat. He’d seen Patton do just that plus more when Logan or Roman were feeling under the weather after all. But despite knowing it was selfish, he couldn’t help the disappointment and sinking feeling he’d felt when Patton had simply responded with a gentle, almost pitying, “I’m sorry kiddo, thank you for telling me.” before walking away rather hurriedly, leaving it there.

The conversation rolled around in his head, as it had been for the past 5 days. Nobody had come to check on him, not even the resident fatherly side to see if he was feeling any better. He’d been downstairs one other time since that little exchange with Patton, but when he’d walked in on Roman and Logan talking casually in the living room, they’d both given him short, obviously forced smiles, and sunk out. That’d been on day three, and Virgil hadn’t gone back down there since. He wasn’t that hungry anyway.

Maybe they didn’t want to get sick? Or maybe they thought he was gross, and didn’t want to be near him. Did they think he would be rude to them?

All this thinking was making Virgil’s head hurt more. And it really didn’t matter the reason. They didn’t care, they clearly wanted to avoid him.

It hurt, worse than his actual sickness, having to stay away from everyone for days on end. It reminded him of the old days before he was accepted, when he wasn’t welcome anywhere else but the confinement of his room. He missed Patton’s warm greeting each time he walked into a room, or the rants Logan would get lost in that were strangely so calming. Most notably, though, he missed Roman.

He missed their stupid banter that always left him feeling more confident, and the never ending singing that Virgil pretended not to adore. Hell, he missed just talking to the creative side. He’d give anything just to have a conversation with him, just to lift his spirits a little. He longed for one of the warm, solid hugs that only Roman could give.

He would probably even give up his Disney posters, his entire MCR song library, or get banned from every Hot Topic in the country, just to be held and cuddled right at this moment. To be held in warm, secure arms, wrapped in the scent of cinnamon and roses, and drift to sleep knowing he wouldn’t be alone in the morning.

That last one had about a zero percent chance of happening, even if he wasn’t sick and contagious, but Virgil’s sleep deprived, fever ridden brain had decided to be sentimental, and Virgil couldn’t even stop it. At least he wasn’t gone enough to consider asking for any of that comfort he craved. it’d be easier for everyone to just wait in his room until he was better. Then maybe things would be normal again.

And that was his plan, until someone knocked on his door.

The anxious side’s gaze shot over to the clock, grimacing when the quick movement made his eyeballs throb. Who the Hell was knocking on his door at nearly 3:45 in the morning?

“Who-“ Virgil cringed at how his gravely voice broke, cleared his throat, then tried again. “Who is it?”

“I knew you were awake!” Romans voice, surprisingly enough, came from the other side of the door. He was clearly trying to stay quiet, but for some reason, he sounded really… relieved, and chipper. A second later, the Prince added a bit more bashfully, “Uh, unless i just woke you up by knocking, and if that’s the case I sincerely apologize, I didn’t mea-“

“No, I w’s already awake…” Virgil interrupted with a slight slur, groggy brain trying to keep up with what was happening. Being the embodiment of Anxiety, though, meant he didn’t get to stop being anxious just because he was sick. Why was he here? Was he angry? Virgil couldn’t recall doing anything that could offend anyone since he’d been self-quarantined, but then again, he couldn’t really remember his last name at the moment either. He mumbled to himself as he untangled his legs from the covers, cursing the universe under his breath because his head felt two times it’s normal size. Then he took a deep breath and sat up. He didn’t want to make Roman uncomfortable or grossed out seeing him all sick in bed, cause holy shit would that be embarrassing. He still didn’t look great, but it was a small step. “Come in Pr’ncey.”

The door swung open, revealing a timid, bed headed Roman, who seemed to relax a little when noticing Virgil sitting up in bed. “Hey there.. sorry to barge in, I hope i’m not bothering you.” he said, voice still lowered and really quite gentle as he shut the door behind him.

Virgil went to shake his head, but stopped himself before he could cause himself fucking brain damage and just shrugged instead. “ y’re not both’ring me. ‘sup?” yikes, all this sitting up and trying to look presentable business was making him realize how exhausted he was. His eyelids felt heavy already.

Roman took a few steps forward, keeping his eyes steadily on Virgil like he was waiting for him to keel over and die, or cough on him. It seemed pretty damn dramatic, even for Roman. “I… just wanted to check on you. I’ve uh, been a little worried about you, and i couldn’t sleep.” The Prince said, hesitant as he lowered himself on the foot of the bed.

Virgil blinked a few times, curling his legs up so his knees were to his chest to make sure Roman wouldn’t touch his feet under the 5 layers of blankets he had over him. Or maybe it was the sudden, treacherous hope that was rising in him, a hope he was trying to stifle. Roman was… worried about him? Roman of all sides? I mean, he wasn’t surprised that he cared, he and Roman were friends now after all. Virgil was just surprised he cared about this. He thought they were all in agreement to avoid him or something.

Virgil was about to open his mouth and say… something - he didn’t really know what he was going to say. It felt like his train of thought was chugging along through molasses - but he was interrupted before he could get any words out.

“Dude… no offense, but you look like actual death. And why in the name of Hades are you buried under so many blankets?” The Prince asked with what sounded like genuine confusion, at least for the second part.

Virgil huffed and pulled the blankets tighter around him, the movement causing him to shiver. He couldn’t decide what to focus on; The cold air on his back, the rising sensation of relief knowing Roman cared, or how weird that question had been. Quite honestly, Virgil wasn’t offended because he knew he looked like shit. he was just a little confused. He thought Roman would have known he’d look like shit. “What do you mean why do I have so many blankets. I literally feel like ’m freezing to death. ’s part of the package, shouldn’t you know this?” He practically deadpanned, not even for the snarkiness like usual. His speech was just dull.

But that only left Roman looking more confused, and probably a good deal more concerned if his expression was anything to go by. “I-... I didn’t know that, no.. I’m sorry. Do you want another blanket or something…?” he asked carefully, still awfully and almost painfully cautious.

And Virgil… was at a loss for how this could possibly be new information to Roman. it was pretty common knowledge even if you’ve never had a fever before. But instead of dwelling, Virgil once again stopped himself from shaking his head, sighing instead. “No, it won’ help.” he said shortly. The effort would be futile, but it was endearing that Roman at least asked. “Thanks though. That’s.. really nice of you t’ offer.” The anxious side offered a bit more quietly.

There was an awkward silence that followed, Roman shuffling his feet against the carpet slightly as he looked around the room. Virgil saw the other’s eyes catch on the pile of used tissues in the floor, another bout of confusion flashing in his bright green eyes, but he didn’t mention it this time. Maybe it was a lack of sleep making the Prince act so clueless at the moment. “I… I guess i’ve just.. i don’t know, everything is more boring without you around. Nobody to insult without actually offending them.” Roman spoke again after a moment, sending a half smile in Virgil’s direction.

A little smirk matched with a snort is what the Prince was rewarded with, Virgil's spirits lifted regardless of his misery. It felt nice knowing he was missed, and it made his chest warm knowing it was coming from Roman. For some reason, knowing he could make things more bearable for his counterpart was.. rewarding, in a way. And Roman looked proud of himself, before he continued a bit more solemnly. “You’ve been cooped up in here for so long, like what, 5 says now?”

That got Virgil to sigh, and maybe there was some defensiveness laying beneath the surface, made worse thanks to being miserable, but all he managed was a mildly annoyed side eye to Roman as he responded in a mumble, still doing his best not to run Roman off. “‘t’s not my fault.”

Roman was quick to shake his head, slight guilt in his expression. “I know! I-I’m not trying to make you feel bad, i guess i just- i don’t know, i’m just talking out loud… sorry.” Roman’s voice had quieted, eyes trained on the floor somewhat shamefully as he seemed to search for his words. “I just.. I just wish…” but once again, he trailed off, shaking his head and seeming to give up. “I’m sorry.”

“‘s fine, Princey.” Virgil mumbled back, eyes dropping to his lap where he picked at a loose string on his bedspread. Another silence followed, Virgil trying to sniffle as silently as he could. Despite how weird this interaction had been so far, and how slightly awkward it’s gotten, Virgil was honestly just trying to soak in the mere presence of another side while it lasted. He’d never liked being alone for so long. His stomach was starting to hurt for a reason aside from sickness. This sure was a good way to get Roman to leave early, the others were probably right for leaving him alone so far.

Suddenly, Virgil squeezed the blankets in his fist to try and stop a sudden tickle in his throat, the sensation coming out of nowhere. Unfortunately though, his instincts won out just seconds later as he was forced to cough, the sound gargled and gross even when he covered the whole bottom half of his face with his covers. Dammit, dammit, stupid fucking cough. And Roman just got there too. He wasn’t ready for the creative side to leave again yet.

“S- Sorry, sorry ‘bout that. Shit.” He mumbled rather quickly, hoping to by just a few minutes longer of the creative side’s company before it was taken away again for who knows how long. His head felt like it was being split open, no thanks to the effort it took to cough. Who the Hell’s idea was sickness? They should be fired.

Much to his surprise though, when Virgil hesitantly looked up to gauge how put off Roman was by his display, he only saw an overwhelming about of worry, but even more importantly, alarm.

“Apologies, but is this like- normal??” Roman asked with eyes noticeably wider, studying Virgil's pained expression, hunched over posture, the mess of dirty tissues around, and the way the bright numbers of his digital clock on his nightstand was covered carefully, with a washcloth no doubt.

Virgil drew in a deep, slow breath through his nose as he rubbed on his temples to try and alleviate some pain, eyes closed and head tilted down. Roman’s ridiculous questions were just making his headache worse, and honestly he didn’t even understand how the Hell he was so confused. Was this his plan? To come in here and confuse Virgil and his already incapacitated brain? ‘Cause if so, he was doing a brilliant job. “Roman, what the hell are you talking about.”

It came out less like a question, more like a very tired statement, but he was answered with confused stammering, Roman gesturing almost desperately to Virgil and his state. “What do you mean what am I talking about?? Dude, you’re clearly not doing well. I mean, I wasn’t gonna bring it up, but you’re sweating like a sinner in church, you’re covered in a thousand blankets, you were just hacking up a lung and you’re barely able to speak right from, what i’m assuming, is a nose full of mucus!”

“Yeah, okay, I get it. I look like shit, Pr’ncey, enough said.” Virgil snapped, glaring up at Roman and accidentally moving his head up to look at him too fast, sending a flare of agony through his skull. He cursed under his breath and winced, but powered through it even as Roman lifted a hand to- to what, help? It didn’t matter, Virgil moved away from the effort. “No, don’t touch me, alright? I don’t wan’ your pity.”

Virgil knew all of this was coming out more aggressive than he ever would allow if he was feeling himself. Hell, even now he was begging himself to just shut up and stay calm. But after almost 2 full days with no sleep, and 5 days of nonstop pain, coughing, being unable to breath properly, the feeling of fire in his throat every time he tried to eat, and then on top of that, being shunned by the 3 people he wanted- needed, more than anything. Well, he really couldn’t stop his composure from cracking and shattering.

Roman looked ready to respond, seemingly struck with more pity than before, but Virgil’s hand shot up to stop him. “I don’t want to hear it, Princey. Why the Hell are you even here anyway? If you’ve missed me so much, why did you wait 5 f’cking days to come see me? T’ come ‘check on me’? And, by th’ way, so far you’ve really only been fucking with me and making me feel worse, so in reality it probably would ‘ve been better had you just kept up your streak of avoiding me like ev’ryone else!”

Virgil was breathing heavily, head pounding and lungs burning after raising his voice just a bit too much at the end of his rant. He replayed the words back in his mind, heart sinking when he realized how aggressive he’d gotten. He couldn’t slow down his breathing, why couldn’t he slow his breathing?? Jesus christ, he wasn’t about to break down on top of all that other shit he just unleashed. Perfect, he was just proving the other side’s point for them.

With his body now starting to shake, jaw clenched to hold back tears because this week has been bullshit, and he felt like curling up and disappearing, if not to escape his aching body then to at least escape the anger he knew would result from that whole verbal meltdown he just had. Obviously Roman would be leaving, but would he yell first? Tell him how annoying and selfish he was, and how he didn’t get to be a huge asshole just because he was feeling a little under the weather? Or would he leave in silence, just exit the room with that silent, cold anger that Roman only showed when he was really upset.

Maybe he’d tell everyone else what happened, how he’d tried to extend an olive branch, test it out just to see if maybe his illness hadn’t made him into a pathetic prick, but Virgil lashed out as expected and ran him off. Would Logan and Patton get mad at him too? Come in and tell him off for being so horrible to his own family, that he couldn’t even be a decent person for 5 minutes.

Maybe things wouldn’t go back to normal even after he’s recovered, all because he couldn’t just control himself.

“Virgil, what are you talking about?” Roman asked exasperated, and Virgil dragged his hands down his face. He meant to make more of a growl in frustration, but it came out closer to a pained whine. His eyes stung for a new reason now. He just wanted this to stop. Why wouldn’t Roman just stop?

“What. What am I talking about what. I can’t do this- this whole vague shit righ’now, jus’ spit it out.” He hated how short tempered he was sounding, but Roman didn’t seem to be fazed. Virgil could see the Prince waving his hands around in his peripheral, looking tongue tied.

“The- The part where you think i’m fucking with you?? Why you think we’re avoiding you?? Why you’re so-... so….” Roman trailed off, a look of realization crossing his face, which quickly turned to horror and guilt. “Wait a… w-wait a second, Virgil, are you- are you sick??”

To say Roman sounded appalled would be an understatement, his eyes wide in shock, brows drawn, mouth slightly agape. Virgil’s head spun, suddenly dizzy as his brain tried to figure out why Roman sounded so horrified- why he sounded so surprised. He couldn’t stand it, he couldn’t understand what was going on. He felt nauseous and he just wanted to sleep. Before he knew it, tears were trekking down his face, thick tears springing from his eyes making the pressure behind them even more unbearable. A sob tore painfully from his throat, instantly catching the Prince’s full attention.

“Oh my… Virgil-“

Virgil shrunk away from the Prince’s voice, curling up once more into a ball, trying to hide from everything. His lip wobbled, he could feel it, but he was too tired to be embarrassed or feel pathetic. He pulled the covers closer around him. “R-Roman, please jus’-“ He hiccuped on a sob, hissed through his teeth as the action sent a sharp pain through his lungs. “I don’ know i-if you’re tryin’ to joke ‘r somethin’, but— but ’s n- not funny, o-okay?”

Instead of speaking clearly at a normal volume, Virgil was nearly mumbling the entire time he was speaking, slurring through words even worse than when the conversation started. Was it just him, or was the room spinning? “Please, i… i need you t’...” Virgil huffed for breath, exhaustion wearing on him like a switch was just suddenly flipped. It nearly took all his energy to try and get a deep breath.

“Ro…”

Virgil was met with a warm, broad chest, and strong arms wrapping around him before he even knew he was slumping forward. His ears were ringing, drowning out what sounded like a familiar voice speaking to him. They sounded distressed, he hoped they were okay. What was combing through his hair? He couldn’t quite remember what was going on before then, but all he knew was, he was safe now.

Then, the world went dark.

———

Virgil came into consciousness a little while later, his brain the kind of blissfully empty that only comes after passing out, apparently. He couldn’t grasp where he was before, existing in a reality where there is no past for a few moments. His head was vaguely aching, like a dull throb faded into the background, and his lungs stung only a little when he breathed in deeply. In his sleepy state though, Virgil didn’t concern himself with those feelings.

Virgil couldn’t see anything, he noticed not long after, but he could hear murmuring and the distant sound of water running.

Next, he realized he knew he wasn’t in his own room anymore, both because this wasn’t his mattress, and the room didn’t smell like his own.

He could smell.. cinnamon… and peaches… and ink. Somewhere in his groggy brain, Virgil recognized the smell, but at the moment it was just out of his reach. It didn’t bother him, though, not when he was so relaxed and calm. He felt like he was one with the bed, and the soft, fluffy sheets encasing him.

A few more seconds of coming to, and Virgil realized his eyes were covered with something damp, and cool… soft too. It felt amazing against his warm skin. oh right, i’m sick, a thought entered his mind gently.

Then, a lot less gently, the events from before he passed out rushed to the forefront of his mind, practically smacking him in the face. Because yes, he’d passed out, right in front of Roman like an idiot, oh shit, why isn’t he in his room, where is he-

“Virgil? Hey woah, calm down buddy- here,” Virgil heard someone quickly cross the room, and tended his body for all of two seconds before the washcloth over his eyes was being lifted.

Virgil blinked blearily, squinting his eyes even though the room was almost completely shrouded in darkness, save for a thin line of light coming from the cracked bathroom door. Someone was sat beside him on the side of the bed, but he was too blurry for Virgil to make out details.

“There you are. Hey Hot Topic, how are you feeling?” the person asked, speaking more gently than anyone had spoken to Virgil in a long time. Strangely though, Virgil wasn’t upset by it. It was.. nice…

Wait a minute, he knew that voice.

“R- Roman..? I.. Where…?” Distantly, Virgil knew he sounded like shit, which meant he probably looked like shit, and directly after asking that half assed question, he realized he had to be in the Princes room. “Oh.. fuckin’- I passed out on you..” he groaned, moving his hands up to scrub the blurriness from his eyes.

It worked, surprisingly, and now that Virgil could see, he realized that yes, Roman was the one sitting next to him, and yes he was in Roman’s room, in Roman’s bed. He also noticed how tossed Roman’s hair was, and the bright red with little snowmen pajamas the Prince wore. They were really adorable.

“Yes, I’m afraid you did.. and I’m also afraid that I am partly to blame for it.” Roman sighed, casting his eyes down as he pressed his lips in a line.

Virgil’s brows drew together, and, because he was so delirious, he reached out to grab gently at Romans sleeve. “How is it your fault that I passed out?” he asked incredulously. At least he could speak properly now. Now? Now since when? Oh geez, “Wait how long have I been out? A few hours? Days? Years?! Did I fall into a coma?!”

The corner of Roman’s lip lifted in amusement, and he gently lay a hand over Virgil’s, on his sleeve. “No, no nothing like that, Dark Knight. It’s only been an hour or so. I.. hope you don’t mind, but I had to bring you in here. Your fever was… really high.” The Prince of Creativity said, solemn by the end.

“I think i’ve managed to get it down, so it’s not so dangerous anymore, but Logan will definitely have to keep an eye on it today.”

That got Virgil's attention. “Wait- Logan? Uh.. yeah, not to burst your bubble Princey, but I doubt that’ll be happening.” There was a slight bitterness to his tone as he wrapped his free arm around his midsection, and though there wasn’t as much bitterness as there usually would be, Roman still picked up on it loud and clear.

He inclined his head, as if in agreement, and Virgil stomach only sunk a little bit before Roman was speaking again.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Virgil. You see, there seems to have been a grave misunderstanding. This is how I’m partially responsible for your passing out, same as Logan and Patton are also partly to blame.”

Virgil’s eyes widened, breath hitching at the sheer ridiculousness of that suggestion. No!! How could it be their fault? He’s the one that got so sick and couldn’t keep himself healthy enough not to fucking pass out. He opened his mouth to say as much, but Roman held up a finger before he could get out a single word, silencing him.

“A few days ago, 5 to be exact, it came to Patton’s attention that you weren’t feeling yourself. He told me and Logan that you told him you weren’t feeling very well, and that we should all give you some space the next few days.” Roman said carefully. Ah yes, that conversation. The one that’s haunted Virgil for nearly a week. Virgil remembered it well.

With a hesitant, still very lost nod from Virgil, Roman continued. “It seems that Patton, and in turn, Logan and I, assumed that your strange behavior was linked to.. well, anxiety.” He gave Virgil’s hand a light squeeze, any sign of a smile gone and replaced with pained regret. The Prince swallowed, just as Virgil pieced it together.

“Because of these more stressful times Thomas is experiencing, we wrongly thought that you were having a rough week, leading to worse anxiety. So… we’ve been leaving you on your own, thinking we were helping you..”

Virgil.. didn’t know what to say. He looked up and found Roman’s red, sorrowful eyes. When he focused, he could see they were just a little bit bloodshot, even in the dark. Proof that he had previously cried, no doubt about this. When Virgil didn’t speak, still too shocked as his slowed brain processes this, Roman continued, quietly choking back a sob just after he averted his gaze to the floor.

“V-Virgil-“ he voice cracked. Virgil’s heart was sinking in his chest. Roman had never looked so heartbroken. “Virgil I’m so sorry, I had no idea you were sick, none of us did! I-I swear I didn’t know, I would have never left you alone if I had, Virgil, Star, i’m so so s-sorry,”

Roman was practically full on crying by that point, though he clearly tried to keep it to himself and stay quiet. Virgil was grateful for the effort, but there were much more important things to focus on at the moment. He may not be completely himself, but he still couldn’t let Roman be so sad.

It was because he wasn’t completely himself that Virgil automatically sat up (taking his time to do so, trying not to upset his head), and leaned himself right against Roman, chest to chest, looping his arms around to loosely hold Princey in a hug.

It all made sense now, why he’d been ignored all week, and why nobody came to check on him or try to help. He felt a little (read: a lot) stupid for thinking that anyone in his famILY would do anything but show him the upmost care and attention when he needed it. They thought they were helping, and honestly, had he in fact been having a bad week of heightened anxiety, giving him space would have been the right thing for them to do.

Roman was quick to return Virgil’s hug, though to his credit, his hug was a lot stronger and more secure than Virgil’s. He buried his face in Virgil’s hair, a steady stream of teary apologies spilling from him. A steady stream that Virgil hastily tried to end.

“Roman, it’s okay… i’m not upset, I promise it’s okay. I know you were doing what you thought would help me. Please don’t cry, Princey.” He said softly.

It might have been a few more minutes, or a few hours, that the two sides sat together in each other’s arms. Roman’s cries and apologies slowly quieted to a stop, though the gentle combing of fingers through Virgil’s hair only continued as they sat.

“Hey… Roman?” Virgil whispered after a few more moments, the whole mindscape quiet, save for the quiet sniffles from both Virgil and Roman every once in a while.

“Yes, sweet Midnight?” came an equally gentle response. Neither side moved, Virgil too content with his face snuggly buried against his counterpart’s shoulder, and Roman too content with having Anxiety safe in his arms.

“Would… well, you can say no, but would you mind.. if I stay in here..? I don’t… really want to be alone…” a hint of Virgil’s usual anxious tendencies showed itself despite the tiredness that was starting to cover the darker side. Instead of head-swimming exhaustion though, this time Virgil felt pleasantly heavy and relaxed.

Without uttering another word, Roman pulled them both down to lay their heads on the pillows, lifting one hand to gently flick his wrist and manipulate the covers around them. The light in the bathroom turned off with a soft click of Roman’s fingers, one that Virgil hardly registered as he shuffled somehow closer to the Prince, still tucked safely in his arms.

As he fell softly and smoothly into the first restful sleep he’s had in days, Virgil noticed that he wasn’t freezing cold anymore. The dull throb in his head had gone away almost entirely, and it felt that much easier to breathe. But most importantly, Virgil felt less alone than he had in a long, long time.

Needless to say, Virgil was feeling better already.

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Incubus | Ten (m)

Summary: According to urban myth, if you had sex in your dreams and it actually felt real, it means that negative entities are having sex with you while you sleep. You’re sex deprived, so a sex demon helps you with your little problem.

Pairings: incubus!Ten x female reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 4.1K

Disclaimer: This is just purely fiction and does not accurately represent how incubus’ work. Anyways, brb I think I need to go to church to purify my soul because this is just absolute smut.

Italics= inside the dreams

Quarantine has been rough for you. 

At first, you didn’t think this would be a problem, but now it’s starting to take a toll on you because you’re slowly starting to lose it. 

Because you are trying to follow quarantine guidelines and maintain as little physical interaction with others as much as possible in fear of contracting a deadly virus, you’ve become a little pent up. In other words, you haven’t been able to have sex in a while.

The last time you got intimate with another male was about almost a year ago. Who would have known this global pandemic situation would have happened because you took physical touch for granted. Had you known this was going to happen, you would have tried to fulfil your sexual needs when it was still socially acceptable to be around other people because you are just suffering at home right now. 

Sleeping around with other men right now would probably not be a safe idea, especially since you live with your parents and would not want to risk their health over your needs. Besides, your parents temporarily forbid you to see any friends or bring anyone over until the situation is over anyways. You don’t blame them, after all, who knows where other people have been and who they have interacted with, so it’s only safe for everyone in the house to restrict human interaction for a moment except with people living under the same roof.

You try to convince yourself that you can wait until the pandemic is over, but as the days go by and days turn into many months, you’re absolutely touch starved. To be more precise, you’re sexually frustrated. 

Masturbating has helped to a certain extent but it just wasn’t enough to satisfy you fully. You wanted to feel another man’s touch again.  

In fact, you were so sexually frustrated that you began to experience having sex dreams. 

The room was dark and it was empty except for your bed. You laid in bed on your back completely naked and your pussy was soaking wet as an attractive looking male hovers over you. You don’t recognize the man in front of you because it’s not a face you have seen in person before. 

He had raven-black hair that covered his forehead, cat-like eyes, and flawless skin. The first few buttons of his black dress shirt were unbuttoned, practically exposing his chest, and you spot the number 10 tattooed by his heart. His shirt sleeves are rolled up to his wrists and his ears are covered in piercings. His pants were partially removed to only expose his dick and he rubs it against your slit, causing more wetness to secrete. 

“Ahhhh-” you let out a long moan as he suddenly enters you in one fluid thrust thanks to your slick.

The initial pain of his girth stretching around your tight walls soon turned into pleasure after you were able to adjust to his size. 

His hands were holding each side of your hips in place while his length begins to thrust into your heat. Your body feels hot and you became a whimpering mess as you allowed yourself to continue getting fucked in your dream, not from fear but from pleasure. 

You don’t even know who the male is that is currently fucking you but your mind is so clouded with lust that you don’t even care as long as you get to reach your climax. It feels so good, even if it is just in a dream, that you didn’t even last long because after a few seconds you could already feel that tight knot in your stomach ready to snap. 

After a few more thrusts, you both come undone and your body trembles at the feeling. It’s been way too long since you’ve been fucked and it feels amazing.

Soon, your mind slowly starts to wake up and your dream starts to slowly fade away. 

Once your mind slowly becomes conscious, you could feel your heart currently thumping wildly in your chest and you are panting lightly, so you keep your eyes closed for a moment as you try to come down from your high.

Your eyes flutter open as you lay there in your bed and stare at the ceiling as your vision becomes less blurry, feeling slightly disheveled and there is this weird sensation between your legs. You rub your fingers against your clothed core and you jolt because you could feel it throbbing with oversensitivity. 

Looks like you are going to have to change into a new pair of underwear because your current pair was completely damp from your little wet dream. 

It was so strange because the dream felt so real considering the state you woke up in. 

But lord, did it feel good. You felt somehow refreshed from getting some sort of action after many months, but also a little frustrated because it wasn’t enough and you wanted more. 

If only you could go back to your dream on command. Curse dreams for feeling like it only lasts for a few seconds even though hours have actually passed by. 

At first, you didn’t think much of it nor the male in your dream because it’s normal to have wet dreams occasionally...until it became a frequent occurrence.

The second time you had a sex dream was about a week later. 

Just like last time, it was dark and you couldn’t see anything, but you were on your bed again with your ass up and face down. 

You look behind your shoulder and you see him again, the same male from your previous sex dream in the exact same attire as well. This time, you can hear his sultry voice speaking. His voice was faint so you barely remember what his voice sounded like exactly, but you recall what he said:

“Are you ready?” he asks with a soothing tone.

“Yes,” you reply. 

You suck in a breath when you feel a wet tongue swipe across your folds. Your toes curl and you spread your legs further apart as the man continues to eat you out. His tongue felt amazing against your dripping hole as he shoves the wet muscle deeper inside of you. He sure knows how to work his tongue on you as he plunges it into the deepest part of your slick walls. 

You felt so filthy like this, completely exposed as an unknown male laps up your juices, but you could care less because you’re about to lose it when you feel two fingers rub against your clit. After all, this was just a dream. 

Again, as you cum, your mind begins to slowly awaken and your dream fades to nothing once again. 

This was your second wet dream in less than a month but having another sex dream should be nothing but a mere coincidence, you think to yourself. Right? 

That is until you had another one. The third time you had a sex dream happens a couple days later. 

Again, you see the same man but this time in a new position. He lays back comfortably on your bed while you hover over him, practically sitting naked on top of his dick sticking out of his pants.

“Ride me,” he commands as he strokes his hands on your thighs. 

You place both hands on his chest and lift yourself up so your slit is directly above his cock before slowly sinking down on his length. You both throw your heads back as a moan escapes both your lips. He is buried deep inside you and you feel stuffed to the brim from his inches. Your warm cavern is tightly snug around his length and you could feel his dick twitching inside of you. 

You begin to ride him at a slow pace before you pick up the pace and you’re in utter bliss when you find a steady rhythm to bounce on his cock. Your tits bounce as your body moves up and down.

The pattern repeats itself as you release around him. 

It happens again a fourth time and you swear you keep seeing the same man as before from your previous dreams. This is starting to become a strange recurring dream.

Another thing that all of those dreams had in common is that they all felt oddly real. You do wake up with your clothes from the night before still on and your body seems untouched when you look in the mirror but why do you feel so spent?

You think you’re just sex deprived, that’s all. Besides, dreams are just your inner desires so maybe that explains why you are having all these sex dreams. 

You don’t think it is necessary to see a doctor or a professional about your strange dreams considering it isn’t causing any harm to you, like sleep deprivation. 

That night, you are on a video call with your close group of friends, catching up on what all of them have been doing during quarantine because your electronics are the only forms of communication you have with other people. 

Eventually, you complain to them about the outrageous amounts of sex dreams you have been having lately and how the same man keeps appearing in those dreams. Sure, it’s normal to have dreams but when you have multiple sex dreams with the same male, it’s quite concerning. 

“That is weird,” your male friend ponders.

“Is he hot?” your female friend giggles.

“Gorgeous,” you dreamily sigh in content. Honestly, it’s what makes the dream that much more enjoyable. 

“I saw on Tik Tok, that if you have sex in your dreams and actually felt it, it means that a very negative entity called an incubus or succubus is stealing your sexual energy,” another friend informs the group. 

You start to wonder if that was the explanation behind all your sex dreams lately.

“If they want my sexual energy, then they can come and have it because they sure are making me feel good in my dreams.” you joke and your friends all laugh. 

Afterwards, the conversation drifts onto a different topic. 

Little did you know that a negative entity was listening to you this whole time and his lips curled up into a sinister smile at your invitation. Looks like he will be seeing you again real soon once you have drifted off to slumber. 

After your video call with your friends ended, you decide it was time to head to bed since it’s getting pretty late. 

You didn’t have any dreams at all that day, until the day after.

Your dream was unusual today because you’re not in the middle of sex for once. You’re just standing in a dark room still fully clothed in your pajamas. It was still dark and there wasn’t anyone else in there with you, until suddenly, you see a figure emerge from the darkness approaching towards you. 

It’s him again.

This was the man, or more like being, that has been the source of your pleasure, the exact same man that you’ve been seeing in your sex dreams, so now that he stands before you, you can’t help but stare. 

The male’s sharp gaze sent chills down your spine but butterflies in your stomach as well because he is intimidatingly attractive. There was a dark aura surrounding him, yet you couldn’t help but get lost in his eyes. His hands rest in his pants pockets and one side of his lips curl up into a sinister grin. He stops walking forward when he’s about a foot away from you. 

“Hello, little one, it’s so nice to formally meet you,” the man greets.

You think you’re lucid dreaming because, for some reason, you feel yourself being able to control yourself in the dream as if you were conscious, so you decide to ask him a question that has been on your mind lately. 

“Who are you?” you ask him.

“You can call me Ten,” he responds. 

Your brows furrow as you try to rack your brain for any recollection of a man named Ten but nothing comes to mind. Maybe it’s a nickname he goes by?

“Do I know you?” you wonder.

“Not really, but we will be seeing each other much more often from now on.”

A chill runs down your spine at his seemingly threatening statement. What does he mean by seeing each other more often from now on?

“Am I still dreaming?” you ask yourself in a hushed tone.

“You are, technically,” he states with a slight tilt of his head. “Let’s just say we are both in your mind right now.”

“And why do I keep seeing you in my dreams?” You cross your arms over your chest. 

Ten smirks, “That’s because I have the ability to enter your dreams.”

What? How is that even humanly possible to enter someone else’s dreams? Unless...he’s not human. 

“Who-what are you?” you nervously question as you take one step back. You feel your heel come into contact with something behind you when you took a step back but you did not turn around to look in fear of Ten doing something to you once you have your guard down. 

“I’m an incubus.” he announces. 

Your eyes widen like saucers at him. He’s an incubus? 

You have a vague knowledge about incubus’, but you know one thing for sure is that they are sex demons. That would explain how he has the ability to enter your dreams and the eerie atmosphere around him. 

Despite the daunting feeling surrounding him, his appearance does not seem like what you would picture an incubus to look like. You were expecting some horns on his head and maybe some wings, but that’s just what you assumed based on nonfiction novels and interpretations from movies depicting demons.

“You don’t look like an incubus to me,” you raise an eyebrow at him as you eye his human body up and down. You’re not sure if he is just playing around or being truthful.

“Oh, you do not want to see my demon form. Trust me,” he warns. “We have the ability to alter our appearance to take on different forms that our partners would be attracted to.” 

You raise your eyebrow at him but take his word for it. After all, who knows what he would look like in his true form. 

Besides, he does look absolutely captivating in his current form that you would ogle over him if you could. You’re not sure how Ten knew what attributes you were attracted to, but you assume it’s probably his demon powers, you conclude since he can shape shift, that gives him the ability to access this knowledge of yours. 

Now the bigger question is what does he want with you? Did you accidentally summon a supernatural entity without your knowledge? You don’t remember doing anything out of the ordinary so you don’t know why he is here and what his purpose is with you. 

“Are you going to kill me?” you ask. 

“Oh, no no no, I have no desire to kill you. You see, as a sex demon, I thrive by consuming sexual energy from human beings in their sleep,” he elaborates. “And you, little one, you’re so sex-deprived that any sex demon could smell you from a mile radius,” he jokes with a chuckle, “You might as well have ‘fuck me’ labeled on your forehead.” 

Because you are not that knowledgeable about incubus’ and succubus’, you didn’t know being sex-deprived could release a smell that could attract sex demons. 

“There are more sex demons?” you curiously ask.

“Of course. There are practically hundreds of them on Earth. I’m the tenth one in existence.” Ten gestures to the mark on his chest, the number 10. And here you were thinking it was a tattoo.

“Why are you telling me all this?” you wonder.

Ten casually shrugs. “I know you’re probably curious as to why you keep seeing me in your dreams. Besides, people might just think you’re crazy if you go around saying an incubus is haunting your dreams, so I’m not worried about you exposing me. But if you do try to do anything against me, just know I have the ability to erase your memories of your dreams.” He brings his hand up to present him in a ready position to snap his fingers. “Understood?”

You hesitantly nod in understanding.

“So, how are you going to take my ‘sexual energy’?” you ask, putting quotation marks around sexual energy since you can’t see it but apparently he wants it from you.

The demon’s eyes glow a crimson red before he opens his mouth and says, “By fucking you.” 

Your eyes widen from the sudden change of colors in his irises, but then you feel pink tint your cheeks at his bold statement. 

“W-what?” you squeak out.

“You want to have sex and I want your sexual energy. I can satisfy that desire for you but I get to take your sexual energy. Sounds like a win-win situation to me. Besides, didn’t you say to your friends that one night that I can take your sexual energy since I make you feel good?”

You did. 

Ten was staring deeply into your eyes with such intensity that you feel like a defenseless rabbit about to be eaten by a starving wolf. You gulp and sink under his devouring gaze as you feel wetness slowly pooling in your panties. Why were you actually getting turned on from this?

“There is sooo much desire and arousal radiating off of you. It’s so intoxicating. So delicious,” the demon says, stretching out the word ‘so’. His tone is dripping with want and he licks his lips to emphasize his hunger for you as he stares into your eyes.

“What do you say?” he asks with a raised brow.

You don’t know what possessed your body at that moment but you actually nod, accepting his proposal and he smiles wickedly. 

It’s almost embarrassing how fast you are willing to obey to his commands even though a logical person would probably run or scream at the presence of an evil entity. But your brain does not even register anything other than your lustful desire for Ten.  

You gasp when he backs you up and you trip backwards into the bed where the demon’s body hovers over you as you lay under him.

Ten brings one hand to a breast where your nipples are erect and protruding against your thin pajama shirt. You whimper when you feel his fingers brush against your nub. 

With a snap of his fingers, your clothes suddenly disappeared. He licks a stripe up your neck, next your collarbone, and then the valley between your breasts, causing goosebumps to form all over your body as his wet tongue swipes against your skin as if he’s trying to taste you. 

You bite your bottom lip when he rubs two fingers against your folds. 

“Holy shit, I barely touched you and you’re already this wet for me? How dirty” he smirks and he’s not wrong. 

Maybe he was using some sort of spell or had the ability to hypnotize you, because you want him so badly right now. 

He latches his mouth onto your nipple to suck on it and shoves two fingers past your folds, causing you to elicit a string of moans at the sudden intrusion. You grip onto the blanket when he inserts his digits in and out of you, hearing the squelching noises your pussy was making. Then, he begins to release his cock using his free hand from the confines of his pants and he pumps it a few times in his hand before positioning it at your entrance.

“W-wait, shouldn’t you put on a condom or something?” you panic.

“Relax, you won’t get pregnant if I cum inside of you.” he states. “I’m a sex demon, I can’t reproduce. Besides, I’ve already come inside you multiple times before.”

“I thought it was just a dream,” you mutter, embarrassed.

“We’ll then, let’s pretend like it is a dream and not worry about the consequences of your actions in your dreams,” he suggests.

Ten removes his fingers from inside of you and replaces it with his length.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you,” he growls. 

He pushes through your folds and you practically mewl at the penetration. Your nails practically dig into the blankets as he completely bottoms out inside of you. Once you were adjusted to his size, he starts his thrusts off slow but hard. As soon as you tell Ten to go faster, he practically pounds into you without any mercy and you gasp. He throws your legs over his shoulder to reach a deeper angle and it sends you over the edge.

“Yes, feels so good-ah,” you chant as he continues to pound into your throbbing pussy with his harsh pace.

Ten is hitting the deepest parts of you and you’re a moaning mess when the pace becomes faster and faster. The unknown male hits your g spot and a rush of pleasure courses through your body as you make sure he continues to abuse that particular spot.

“There! Oh fuck-” you practically scream.

This is wrong on so many levels because you are literally having sexual intercourse with a demon, yet why does it feel so incredibly good? You feel like you’re committing some kind of sin being so intimate with what is supposed to be a negative entity, but your mind is too preoccupied with lust to even comprehend that rational thought.  

You chant Ten’s name like a mantra as you near your orgasm which only fuels said man’s ego because he knows no one will ever fuck you as good as he does.

“That’s right, baby. That’s right,” he grunts as he feeds off your pleasure. The more intense the sex is and the closer you get to your orgasm, the more sexual energy you release.

You feel his thrusts becoming harsher and his grip is leaving crescent-shaped marks and bruises on your thighs but you are too focused on chasing your own high to notice he is slowly becoming stronger and stronger from taking in your overwhelming amount of sexual energy. 

In fact, you think his cock is actually getting bigger inside of you too but that thought is cut short when he suddenly slaps your ass cheek, causing you to yelp at the pain as the sound echoes the room.  

Ten laughs at your reaction as he continues to ram inside of you at an inhumane pace and all you two can hear are the sounds of moans, bed creaking, and skin slapping against skin. 

Your walls start to clench erratically around his length because you’re close. So fucking close. 

Ten is close too because his breathing becomes harsher and his thrusts are becoming more uneven.

“Cumming. Ten. I’m cumming.” You announce. 

Soon, you release a silent scream as you come undone and climax around his cock. Ten groans and soon comes afterwards, spilling his cum deep inside of you and painting your walls white. 

Both of you just stay in your positions trying to catch your breaths while Ten is still inside of you. You are both covered in a light layer of sweat from your little activity and the place reeks of sex.

Soon, Ten pulls out of your abused hole and his seeds slowly leak out of your abused cunt.

Ten snaps his fingers and next thing you know you’re fully clothed and the mess he released inside you was gone, like nothing ever happened. Ten was fully dressed again, minus the two undone buttons, and the sweat from his body was gone.  

“I’ll come back for you, little one,” he whispers and winks at you.

Suddenly, your alarm rings and you jolt awake. You look around your room, but nobody was in there except you. Then you look down to see you were still in your pajamas. 

You sit up from your bed and rush over to examine your appearance in the closet mirror but nothing looks out of the ordinary, just some bed hair but that’s about it. After examining your entire body but finding nothing, you crawl back to bed and begin to think of Ten and his words.

I’ll come back for you, little one.

“Wow,” you whisper in a daze. 

Was that all real or just an intense dream? Honestly, you couldn’t believe it because it felt like a straight up fantasy. 

Having sex with an incubus was on a whole new level of euphoria. But then again, they are sex demons for a reason. So many dirty thoughts are running through your head as you fantasize over Ten. 

Regardless of whether Ten really was an incubus having sex with you to steal your energy or just a dream, you couldn’t wait to see him in your dreams again to satisfy your fantasies.

#nct smut #ten smut #nct fanfic #nct scenarios

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 289: Looks Like the Gang’s All Here

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “you guys don’t really need to know what’s gonna happen to Deku and Shouto right now” and cut away to Toga and Ochako before anyone could get a word in. Skeptic utilized the power of Freak Shounen Coincidence to magically zero in on Ochako and Tsuyu amongst the fleeing crowd. Toga was all “IS THAT OCHAKO” and immediately leaped down to fight them, ignoring Spinner’s heartfelt speeches about Villain Found Family because fight now, hug later!! Down in the streets of some unidentified crumbling city, Ochako was approached by a sweet old lady and was all “I better help this sweet old lady who is definitely not leading me into a trap”, which unfortunately turned out to be poor decision-making on her part. Anyway so now she and Toga are going to throw down. AND ALSO, P.S., BEST JEANIST IS STILL ALIVE, and that doesn’t really have anything to do with anything right now, but BY GOLLY I JUST HAD TO SHOUT IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS.

Today on BnHA: Iida and Hadou are all “is it our turn yet”, and Horikoshi is all “yes”, and so the two of them finally burst onto the scene and are all “hello Shouto, Gigantomachia is on his way, btw do you need help” and so they all get ready to fight Tomura together. Meanwhile in Unnamed Ochako And Toga Fight Town, Toga is all “what’s up Ochako, oh is this the All Might doll Deku gave you, I guess you must like Deku as well, just like me, we truly are the same, btw I can use other people’s quirks now” before she vanishes in a flurry of knives and ambiguity, as mysteriously as she came. So that’s a thing that happened. The chapter ends with Gigantomachia and the League STOMPIN’ ONTO THE SCENE, JUST IN TIME FOR ENDEAVOR TO WAKE UP AND BE ALL “OHHHHH SHIT.” YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT, “OH SHIT.” Finally the pieces are in place for Dabi to reveal his true identity to Hadou and Iida, JUST LIKE WE ALL EXPECTED.

before I start, thank you so much to everyone who sent birthday messages on Wednesday!! I had a good day; my quarantine impulse purchase guitar that I ordered months ago but had been backordered finally arrived, and so now I can do something productive with my time as I continue to while away these months in isolation! not to say that capslocking over fictional characters and their shounen escapades doesn’t also count as being productive lmao. anyways, my fingers hurt so typing is kind of a bitch right now, but I’m having fun still. IF KAMINARI CAN DO IT THEN SO CAN I

anyway so let’s see what mishaps my various catastrophe-prone children are getting up to this week

okay there are several things happening in this panel which I want to comment on

IIDA!!!

HADOU!!!

“some time after” jesus fucking christ though, how long have Deku and the rest actually been fighting?? like it’s absolutely absurd to imagine that they’ve been managing to hold off Tomura for more than a few minutes, and yet everything we’ve seen these last couple of chapters suggests that this is indeed the case. which is just pure insanity tbh. excuse me sir, but I have an emotionally maturing son, a homewrecking grandpa, and a sleep-deprived one-legged platonic husband who are all in DIRE NEED of medical attention just FYI

lastly, I direct your attention to these two cool cats in the background who are both riding on hover surfboards. living it up like it’s Back to the Future. why are there two of them. do they both just happen to have the exact same quirk. what are the odds. ARE THEY TWINS. I want to know everything about them dammit

anyway so Hadou is asking Iida why he’s tagging along, because unlike the others, he can’t fly and is thus vulnerable to Tomura’s attacks and such

well Hadou I’ll have you know that it his DUTY AS THE CLASS PRESIDENT to tag along and THAT’S WHY

oh shit you guys IIDA SAID “FUCK THE LAW”

“plus Bakugou-kun, whom I am not particularly close to, but nonetheless hold nothing personal against!” well uh, kind of a weird distinction to make there bro, but okay. listen everyone, it’s a tense situation; if Iida feels the need to clarify the ins and outs of his interpersonal relationships with each of the people he’s rescuing then please just respect that okay

anyways though have I mentioned how much I fucking love Iida Tenya though you guys. feels like I haven’t mentioned that enough. I LOVE HIM. there

FINALLY

AFTER THREE WHOLE WEEKS WE FINALLY CUT BACK. OH MY GOD. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG OF A TIME THAT IS TO BE HOLDING YOUR BREATH. [EXHALES]

is it bad that my immediate reaction to this page was A LOT OF LAUGHING, though. fkldlksh this entire situation is SO ABJECTLY TERRIBLE that if I were Shouto I would almost be fighting the urge to look around for a hidden camera at this point. ASHTON KUTCHER WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING HERE. OH THANK GOD, IT WAS ALL JUST A PRANK

anyway so uh. heh. how screwed are we at this point, exactly. oh and also, whose speech bubbles are these. who the fuck would look at this situation and these bleeding children and say “HA!” what kind of monster. just ignore that paragraph right before this one please

OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT

TOMURA I CANNOT BELIEVE I’M SAYING THIS, BUT PLEASE LISTEN TO AFO FOR ONCE AND JUST LEAVE

pretty please. we kind of have a situation here. not that I wouldn’t love to see what this icy flamey boi could do if push came to shove, but I also have had just about enough of watching children get maimed for today though

OH SHIT

THE TIMING OF THIS MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE AT ALL BUT I DO NOT CARE!! THE CAVALRY HAS ARRIVED THANK GOD

“WHAT UP GUYS, WE BROUGHT YOU SOME TERRIBLE NEWS” FKLSHLKHLK

WELL GEE IIDA THANKS SO FUCKING MUCH!!

lmaoooo a wild Lida has been spotted what the fuck is this translation though

I don’t know which is better, the “Lida” (DO YOU EVEN READ THE SERIES BRO), or the “CHRIST” gkfhkg. CLASSIC LIDA

OH SNAP HADOU

sobbing at Manual cradling the still-warm corpse of Gran Torino like a tiny baby khlk;h. BUT ANYWAYS HADOU SAW HER TEACHER ALL BLOODIED UP AND IS READY TO THROW DOWN, YESSSSS, THE MY LADIES ACADEMIA ARC CONTINUES

(ETA: listen you guys, there were many things at the end of this chapter that brought me joy, but perhaps none more than the inclusion of Hadou in the final two page spread looking all serious alongside the Todorokis, as if she has any fucking clue at all wtf is going on slfkhlkhgghsl. what I wouldn’t give to see her and Deku and Iida all making frantic bewildered eye contact at each other throughout the next chapter lmao.)

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT DEKU

ARE YOU PROPPING YOURSELF UP WITH YOUR ARM THAT’S IN SPLINTERS, I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE YOU RIGHT NOW. SOMEONE PLEASE SLAP SOME SENSE INTO THIS CHILD. SIT YOUR ASS DOWN

LMAO TODO’S READY TO TAKE AFOMURA ON. THE SHARED HERO BRAINCELL HAS ALREADY EXPIRED. FUCK IT LET’S DO THIS

“true, I already watched him murder my dad, my boyfriend, my other boyfriend, my teacher, and dozens of other people, but gosh darn it, I just feel like the fifteenth time’s the charm you guys.” shit, I ain’t even mad. who’s up for yet another episode of Todoroki Shouto Attempts to Murder a Bitch

-- “TIME TO CUT AWAY!!” laughs Horikoshi as he gleefully dodges out of reach before I can punch him, that SON OF A --

goddammit. you’re just lucky that I’m invested in the girl power fight too

YESSSSS OCHAKO

DON’T BE SORRY FOR KICKING ASS! NEVER BE SORRY FOR KICKING ASS

damn, looks like she managed to touch Toga’s shirt but not Toga herself. both of them are so fast

now Toga is monologuing from the shadows

we’ve all been there, Toga. sometimes you see someone you really like and it’s just like, ahhhhhh gotta kill them am I right

lol I love Toga so much you guys, but I’m also kind of wincing in anticipation of whatever essays are gonna materialize out of the fandom this week explaining how hero society has failed her utterly and she is just a victim here. CAN YOU NOT SEE HOW SHE JUST WANTED FREEDOM TO BE HERSELF AND MURDER A BUNCH OF PEOPLE flhkklhl

OH SNAP SHE WENT AND TOLD HER THE THING!!

and it was fucking awesome and scary as shit, Ochako. like damn, still sends a chill up my spine just thinking about it

anyway so now Toga is continuing to explain that she can use the quirks of whoever she transforms into

and Ochako is kind of freaking out, which I don’t blame her for, since it’s probably really upsetting to hear that your stolen blood and quirk were used to murder a bunch of people. shit

so now she’s all “WTF WHY WOULD YOU EVEN TELL ME THAT”

??? was this somehow the wrong answer?

for fuck’s sake. Toga you literally came down here to ask her if she would be willing to kill you, and here she is telling you “I would never be happy about killing someone, that’s fucked up”, and you’re all “......”

like come on though, what else do you want her to say?? and why does Ochako look so shocked now

OOP

LMAO

THEIR FACES DKSLHFKG. TOGA NO THAT IS MEAN. and jesus christ Ochako it’s just a toy. I know it has Sentimental Value and shit but is this really the thing to be getting distracted about right now

FOR FUCK’S SAKE

JIN-KUN WHOM OCHAKO HAS NEVER FUCKING MET?? THAT JIN-KUN??!

OM NOM NOM

this entire confrontation makes absolutely zero sense to me you guys. just. Horikoshi was all, “this is the kind of stuff girls talk about when they’re battling to the death, right?” just, are you okay my dude

anyway so Toga has somehow deduced that Ochako got the doll from Deku, which means that she and Ochako are exactly alike in every way, and this is somehow an important plot point, and now they’re finally getting back to the fight lulz

OH SHIT

OCHAKO BOUT TO SLAP THE SHIT OUT TOGA WITH THIS BOOKCASE ON A STRING AND THIS LOUIS BAG OH FUCK

so now Toga’s all excited and she’s all “THERE’S SOMETHING I OUGHT TO TELL YOU, I’M NOT LEFT HANDED EITHER” oh snap

fuck, it almost feels like she’s trying to warn her. Ochako idk maybe you should run shit I do not like this ( ﾟдﾟ)

but of course she is not running, and she’s all “I’ll have you take responsibility for your actions”

HEY NOW

WHAT IS FUCKING HAPPENING, DID TOGA JUST FUCKING MURDER TSUYU, WHAT THE FUCK. I AM TERRIFIED, I DON’T WANT TO SCROLL DOWN, SHE THREW LIKE FOURTEEN KNIVES INTO THE DARKNESS, WHAT THE FUCK

OH

IT’S POSSIBLE THAT I MAY HAVE OVERREACTED

so did Toga just Swip a bunch of knives for no reason and then abscond, lol what. CAN ANYBODY PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE PURPOSE OF THAT ENTIRE SCENE WAS. ASIDE FROM GETTING TO SEE OCHAKO TRY AND YEET A BOOKCASE AT SOMEONE

fuck, she was crying??

DID MY GIRL TOGA JUST KILL AN OLD WOMAN, NAKEDLY LURE OCHAKO INTO A BUILDING, ANTAGONIZE HER INTO SAYING “I’LL MAKE YOU TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR KILLING A BUNCH OF PEOPLE JUST BECAUSE YOU FELT LIKE IT”, STEAL HER DOLL, GIVE HER DOLL BACK, TELL HER “OH SO YOU LIKE DEKU TOO HUH? BTW I CAN USE OTHER PEOPLE’S QUIRKS”, AND THEN RUN AWAY CRYING??? BRUH

-- OH SHIT, OH FUCK

[SIRENS BLARING WILDLY] [AUDIENCE LEAPING OUT OF THEIR SEATS] [T-SHIRT CANNONS BOOMING IN THE AIR] [VIKING WAR HORN SOUNDS IN THE DISTANCE] FUUUUUUUUUCK

well never the fuck mind about Ochako and Toga and WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT ALL WAS SUPPOSED TO BE, I guess, BECAUSE!! MACHIA MADNESS HAS ARRIVED. SPEARS SHALL BE SHAKEN!!! SHIELDS SHALL BE SPLINTERED!!

AND LOOK WHO WOKE UP FROM HIS NUMBER ONE HERO BEAUTY NAP RIGHT ON CUE, TOO!!! ATTENTION ALL PASSENGERS... IIIIIIIIIIT’S TOUYA TIMEEEEEEEE

#bnha 289 #iida tenya #hadou nejire #toga himiko #uraraka ochako #todoroki shouto #todorokibowl 2020 #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha

[league-of-thots]

Quarantine Fun

Pairing: Hawks x reader

Warnings: sensory deprivation, ropes and bondage,

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: This was part of another lovely server collab that i was so fucking excited to be a part of!! I FINALLY got to yoink my favourite boy hawks and was fucking pumped to write for him so I hope you all enjoy! The masterlist with the rest of the fucking LOVELY writers is right here: COLLAB LIST

It was day three of the quarantine when you finally reached the end of your tether, and as a loud crash came from the other room in your shared apartment, you heard a small tinkling of glass shattering. You feel your pulse beating through your temples in pent up anger and frustration.

         “Keigo Takami I swear to GOD! What did you do?!” You throw your phone down on the couch beside you as you angrily speed over to see what your boyfriend had done now in his boredom. You enter the other room and see him sheepishly grin up at you from the floor where he’d somehow managed to end up tied in an awkward position and had knocked into the table, sending a photograph off of it and thus the shattering you’d heard.

         “What the fuck?!” you exclaim, grabbing a broom and dustpan to clean away the dangerous glass pieces. “Why are you tied up? How did you even get in that position?” You knew you boyfriend was a man of many talents, but his best talent by far was the ability to get himself into stupidly strange and unnecessary situations.

         He just laughs at your questions and as you return with the broom and pan, he’s practically howling on the floor at your expressions. Well, as much as he can with his chest restricted by ropes and hands behind his back, legs at an awkward angle on the floor.

         “I’m glad you’re finding this funny.” You harrumph and ignore him, starting to sweep up the glass pieces that make more delicate sounds as you work.

         “Aw, babes, don’t be like that!” he gets out as his laughter starts to die down. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bother you; I’m just going stir crazy in here!”

         “I can see that,” you scowl a bit, the confines of your apartment, and the stress of the whole situation starting to really make you grouchy. Luckily, it was a rather small photo, so there wasn’t too much glass for you to clean up. Your boyfriend was now sitting where he’d fallen, trying to cheer you up while you worked, managing to wheedle a couple smiles and chuckles from you, as he always does.

         After you finish throwing out the shards, you go back towards him, and stand in front of him with your hands on your hips. He’s trying to get the ropes undone, but with the angle he was in, and how they’d tightened when he’d fallen in a heap, was making no progress. It was amusing to see, and he looked so cute with the pout on his face and the sharp ruffles of annoyance through his wings.

         “So, are you going to tell me what you were trying to accomplish with, ah- all of this?” you gesture towards his entire body, looped with rope and patterns. You have an idea of what he was doing, but still unsure as to why. To your surprise your usually unrufflable boyfriend flushes slightly under your attention and mumbles something out. You give him a pointed look so as to say ‘Speak up’ and he clears his throat.

         “Well, I was bored, and I know you’re stressed so I was thinking of fun ways that we could fix both of our issues, if you catch my drift.”

         “… So you did it on yourself?”

         “Just to practice! I hadn’t done sexy rope tying before, only y’know, actual hog tying of villains and stuff.”

         “If you refer to this as sexy rope tying ever again, I won’t have sex with you for a month Keigo.” He lets out a protested squawk at that, saying it wasn’t that bad.

         “I am stuck though, so ah- babes if you would help me out of these, I really would appreciate it.” He gave you a pleading look and you can’t help but laugh a little at him, rolling your eyes and going to untie him. He reaches up to give you a quick kiss when his hands are free, they’re quick pecks, but energetic as he starts kissing all around your face with your head in his hands. You can’t help but giggle as he distracts you from your mood and worries.

         “What exactly were you planning on doing with me though, Keigo? Your whole body is somehow almost all tied up.” You couldn’t even fathom how he’d managed it, maybe with his feathers? Were they that nimble? He stands up moving behind you to massage your shoulders gently.

         “Well I was reading up on things and saw something about how sensory deprivation in small doses can made people less stressed and anxious. I was thinking it might be an interesting idea to try out, especially because you’re on edge.”

         “You’re just horny because you have so much extra energy with the quarantine being in effect.” You say sharply, though you’re touched by your boyfriend’s idea. He was pretty great to you.

         “I’m not going to deny that either.” You can practically feel his smirk from behind you. “How can you blame me though when there’s such a hot woman in front of me 24/7 because of this quarantine?” he smacks your ass and you let out a shocked noise, not having expected it.

         You lightly swat his hands away, but he slouches on top of you, clinging to you and cooing into your ear.

         “The one good thing about this quarantine, is that at least we can finally spend some time together. Even if I drive you up the walls sometimes.” He hums, his fingers starting to tease the waistband of your shorts. “I wish it was less of a complete break, and more of a less busy work schedule, but beggars can’t be choosers.” His hands have gone down your sleep shorts now and started teasing your folds, never quite going where you want them too. He starts kissing your neck, nipping at it and licking it over, humming with happiness. Even though the quarantine was a lot of stress for everyone, you were happy to see Keigo finally getting the rest he needed, the bags under his eyes had started to disappear and he had more life to him.

         You whine as he continues his teasing, knowing he loves making and watching you squirm. You’ll let him for now, letting him have his fun because you know by the end of your night, you’ll be screaming his name in bliss.

         “So, do you trust me enough to let me try some things, Y/N? I’m really thinking it’ll be fun and let us blow off some of the stress and boredom.”

         “You already bought everything for it, didn’t you?” You’re palming his slowly hardening member behind your ass.

         “If you said yes, I wouldn’t have wanted to wait at all, can you blame me? I think you’re going to look so fucking hot all tied up and completely in the dark about what’s going to happen to you next.” A groan slips out of you at his words, his fingers finally giving you some relief as they finally breached your wet folds.

         “God, yes, I’m so excited to see what you have ready for me Keigo. You know I trust you more than anyone else, so bring it on.”

         “You remember the safe word though?”

         “Of course.”

         “Good, then we can get started love-dove.” You groan at the pun but you don’t really have time to say anything as he whips you up into the air, laughing, carefree for once. He catches you, kissing you as you giggle at his playful energy, it’s been so long since you’d seen it from him.

         You lose track of how long the two of you stand in the hallway, you in his arms and his hands on your ass. He bites at your lips, begging to be let inside in his own way, and you respond as you always do, opening your mouth for him and nipping back, making it interesting for him.

         He slowly starts walking down the hall with you in his arms, still keeping his lips connected with yours as he kicks open the bedroom door. Pulling back he smirks a little and tosses you back on the bed, his eyes glinting with glee and barely contained lust.

         “Clothes off babes, I want to see those pretty tits of yours.” You follow his instructions, practically sliding out of your clothes as if you’d somehow turned into liquid. His watchful eyes never move off of you body as he stands at the foot of the bed, arms crossed. He licks his lips and catches your eyes after that with a smirk as he quickly worms out of his own clothes. You notice that he’s already half hard, but seems to be completely ignoring it as he heads over towards the closet where he must have hidden his new toys.

         You feel excitement running through your veins, as you hear shuffling of fabrics and the unzipping of a bag. Keigo was right, this would be a fucking terrific way to end the boredom that the quarantine had brought. Although you’d never admit that out loud of course, he didn’t have to know the extent of how much and how easily he affected you.

         He comes back with a grin as big as the sun itself which is at odds with all the things you can see him carrying, and you feel your eyes widen. That seems to amuse him as he sets the goodies at the foot of the bed and crawls up towards you. His eyes are bright and they take your breath away, you truly understand how his gaze makes people feel as if they were being hunted, the way he’s looking at you now makes you lose your breath, makes you feel as if he’s about to devour your entire being.

         He cages you in with his wings, but rather than fear, all you can feel is arousal as he surrounds you, breath heavy despite the lack of action from either of you.

         “You have no idea, no fucking idea, how good you look like this.” His hands move to play with your pebbled nipples as he straddles you, leaning down to capture your mouth with his. You let out a small cry that’s easily swallowed by him as he pinches your nipple. You lightly punch him in the side.

         “The fuck Keigo? That hurt,” you pout up at him as he snickers.

         “I’m sorry its just, god everything was getting so serious babe, this is to blow off steam you know?”

         “There are better ways to do that then pinching my tit you ass.” But at this point you’re grinning too, pecking him on the lips. “Are we going to get started yet Keigo? I want you inside me.” His mouth parts, eyes wide as you say that.

         “Fuck, are you trying to make me rush through all of the special things I had planned for you babes? Patience Y/N, good things come to those who wait after all.”

         “Yeah, yeah birdman. I want to see what you have already.”

         “Yes ma’am.” He gives a little salute before backing off, going through the togs he’d bought just for you. “I’m going to start slow, ok? It can be shocking if you’re just getting started with this type of thing.” You nod your head in acceptance and he brings out a rather thick blind fold. He trails his fingers up your body, feather light touches that have you shuddering, as he brings his hands up to your face.

         The fabric is cool on your face, and slightly heavier than you expected it to be, and it obscures all of your vision, even every bit of light that had been showering the room.

         “It’s ok?”

         “Yes, you worry-wart. Keep going please.”

         “Good. God you look so fucking beautiful right now.” You can practically hear the expression he gets on his face when he thinks you can’t see him; all his features soften and are etched with love. Part of you wishes you could see it, but part of you is eagerly waiting for what he has next.

         You hear the rustling of the sheets as he moves, feel the mattress dip as his weight crosses it, and without words he starts tying you up, first your wrists enveloped by a silky-smooth cloth, then they’re brought to your ankles. As he ties them you groan as you feel the cool air hitting your damp cunt, he hasn’t even really touched you yet and still you’re so aroused and ready for him to take you. Even though you know you’re likely going to have to wait a bit as he explores the new options that he has presented to him.

         His lips make his way to yours as he sweetly kisses you. “You’re muttering again dove, are you sure you’re ok?”

         “Yes, I’m just so fucking horny I want you inside me already.”

         “Well I think I can help you a little bit with that in one minute, just one more thing for you ok? You’re being such a good girl for me.” You whimper a bit at that, with the position you’re tied in, you can’t put any friction onto your aching cunt and it feels like torture.

         You feel a heavy set of what feels like headphones, though you can’t be certain without seeing them, cover your ears, the last thing you can hear is Keigo whispering he loves you until all the outside sound is blocked from you. All you can hear now is the thundering sound of blood in your ears and you shiver in anticipation, tied up and unmoving, unable to see or hear, waiting for your lover to fucking touch you already.

         Goosebumps rise on your skin as Keigo starts slowly stroking your hipbones, his touch still light but you’re so taken by it because all you can do right now is feel. You whimper as a feather comes up to play with your breasts, the touch almost ticklish but in your aroused state, it only serves to make you more sensitive as you mewl out for him to touch you more.

         He listens, as his fingers come to your sensitive areas and you moan loudly in relief as two of his fingers enter your heat up to the first knuckle, his lips starting to kiss and suckle bruises into your sensitive skin. You think you’re being really loud but you can’t tell, the moans and noises you’re making seem magnified because they’re all that you can hear. You feel Keigo muttering words onto your skin but you can’t tell what he’s saying, all you know is that he’s stopped moving his fingers and it’s driving you insane to have something in your heat but not providing any form of relief from his teasing.

         “Keigo, please move!” you plead with him, desperately trying to move your bound body to provide some sense of friction, some sense of deeper penetration as you wail in frustration as he keeps himself deadly still.

         Your breaths are heaving as your legs begin to shake with the strain of holding them up because of the bondage. As soon as you think he’s going to leave you there waiting for a long time, he suddenly thrusts deep into your cunt and you clench around him with a surprised shout. It doesn’t take long for him to build you up to that edge, your body so needy and responsive to his touch, as you praise him, tell him how good it feels. It’s so easy to get lost in the sensation of him pounding his fingers into you as he frantically starts rubbing your clit. You feel yourself clench around him, and he shifts the angle of his fingers a little bit to hit your sweet spot.

         You swear you see lightning in the darkness of your blindfold, your back arching up sharply as you come undone around his fingers with a lewd moan. He keeps pushing in, helping you ride yourself through it, but doesn’t stop. The sensations feel so much more potent than usual, and you try to squirm away from the added stimulation but you can’t. You whimper as he once again brings a feather up to play with your tits as he adds a third and then fourth finger into you.

         You can practically hear his teasing, “but baby, you asked me to touch you, you said you wanted me inside you. That’s all I’m doing babes.” Even in your head he’s smug and deliciously torturous and you cry out again as you feel the tips of his fingers crashing into that spot deep within you, over and over and over again. You’re tightening up once more, hanging onto the feeling of being finger fucked when its all you can focus on, all that you can actually feel happening.

         You can feel yourself about to cum when suddenly you’re empty. “NO! Keigo you fucking bastard! I was so close!” You shout out to him, even though you know you won’t hear a response. You feel tears welling up in your eyes at the desperation you feel in your groin, you were so fucking close.

         Seeing this must stir something in your boyfriend though, because soon enough you feel the weeping head of his cock at your entrance. You wiggle as much as you can, your body ready and waiting for him. With no warning, he sheaths himself inside you completely, and you blissfully feel full again, the curve of his cock pressing into you just right, the vein on the right side scraping your walls amazingly.

         You can feel drool dripping down the side of your face as he pounds into you relentlessly, unable to form any completed thought much less coherent words. You can hear yourself mumbling and groaning out mixtures of praises and his name repeated like a chant. You feel his body shuddering against yours, the excitement and arousal you feel mirrored by him as he leans down and bites at your collarbones, marking you again and again as his, only his.

         You feel yourself clench down on his cock, your release sneaking up on you as his rhythm starts to become more irregular.

His pace gets quicker, your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as he frantically pounds into you with almost manic energy. You can feel him shuddering and you know he’s approaching his own end. You clench down on his dick, squeezing him to get him to release inside of you and he comes down with a final bite on the inside of your shoulder. You feel the warm liquid fill you inside, and it feels amazing, and good god how much of it there is. He must have been loving every second of teasing you and every second of pleasing your body.

         He pulls out slowly, kissing softly at the bite that you can feel pulsing and oozing a bit of blood. It feels so much emptier than it usually does, and you can’t help but whimper, you wouldn’t mind him just staying sheathed within you. You feel him murmuring against your skin, and you can feel the love from him in the care he takes with your shaking body, slowly bringing you back from your high and bringing you back into a world where you have all your senses back.

         He starts by cleaning up the mess between your thighs, the touch of the towel rough but relieving to you, the cum already cooling down and starting to stick uncomfortably on your skin. After that’s complete, he begins to untie the nots, with a gentleness so at odds from how hard he’d been pounding into you beforehand. He strokes your skin as he undoes the bondage, kissing your skin and making sure that he hadn’t cut off any blood flow, that you were perfectly safe.

         God how you much you loved him.

         After he was finished with that, he brings you into his arms, having you sit on his lap as he strokes your back. You squeeze his torso and stay pliant in his arms, feeling absolutely pampered and safe. There’s no better feeling than that, you think. He was right though, you do feel completely relaxed, some of the stress leaving your body.

         He lifts off one side of the noise cancelling muffs, and everything sounds so much louder, despite not having your hearing taken for very long.

         “You alright dove? You didn’t use the safe word, but you seemed pretty far gone for a moment.”

         You hum. “It felt amazing Keigo, but good lord, you’re such a tease you know that?”

         He chuckles softly at that. “I’m sorry but you look and feel so good when you’re all flustered and riled up. I love it.” All his motions are slow now, relaxed as he slowly gives you back all the senses you’d been missing; the other side of the muff coming off when he thinks you’ve had ample time to recover.

         When your blindfold comes off, you see his wrecked hair and red cheeks and you’re so grateful for the time you’ve gotten to spend with him during these trying times.

         You softly kiss him. “Bath time?”

         “Of course, Y/N. Let’s get us both cleaned up then love.” The two of you get up, holding hands, and you don’t let go even in the large bathtub until you actually have to, to get cleaned up.

         For the first time in a while, the two of you are both spent, relaxed and completely happy, and if there’s any better feeling in the world; you’d probably never find it.

#bnha x reader #hawks x reader #smut #jays writes #discord collab

[manalyzer13]

Voyager as viral tweets. Not sure what I was thinking. I blame quarantine and sleep deprivation.

#star trek voyager #voyager incorrect quotes

[weathergirl8]

Health Update & Quarantine Day 1

@ak47stylegirl @misssquidtracy @godsliltippy @janetm74 @drileyf @blackleopardess @5hadow-alpha @riotraze @weirdburketeer

Post from earlier in the week.

Yesterday's rant. (Brain word farts and misspellings 🤦🏽‍♀️ I blame the sleep deprivation and stress)

My week has been so much fun. Finally got a call from my doctor's nurse. I do love her, she's super sweet. Turns out my luck keeps getting better...

My blood tests revealed that I'm thankfully not diabetic as possibly thought or worse BUT I am anemic.

She wants me to immediately take iron supplements and also Vitamin C. Especially due to my covid exposure. Apparently being anemic puts me at higher risk for covid complications- GREAT!

I have to take another round of blood tests in 12 weeks to see if I've improved.

I will see my doctor at the end of the month, which was already a scheduled appointment to review my mental health issues and meds, so now it will be a double review. My doctor wants me to call her office if anything changes, especially if I start to show covid symptoms.

Sigh...

Trying to look at the positive side of things Fam, but I feel like I'm being tested constantly.

I've slept so much today, but I'm going to get myself up, shower even if it is almost 4pm. I'm gonna vacuum the carpet so I can put my Christmas tree up this weekend and hopefully find a good fic to read either humorous or angsty in our group. Not even going to touch school work today.

My pupper Rizzy is enjoying this quarantine already! She's such a comfort ❤

Thanks doesn't even begin to cover my thanks for always being there, Thunderfam. Very grateful.

#thunderfam #allie speaks #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds 2004 #quarantined #covid 19

[liliseestheworld]

Stay home with me-Hwang Hyunjin Part 1

bad boy!Hyunjin, corona virus au

No smut yet, though it’s pretty long.

Fresh air. Oh, how you missed it. Of course, you haven’t been totally deprived of it, but it was a big difference between opening a window and feeling a slight breeze once in a while and actually being outside, without any wall to protect you from the strong wind. Too bad it was pitch black outside. You longed to see the city from up close in its full glory, see the sun through the trees’ leaves, not reflected from the neighbour’s window; you wanted to pass by different stores and see a faded version of your reflection caused by the shop’s lights. Instead, when you passed by a closed down clothes shop, you were able to fully see yourself thanks to the dimly lit streetlight. You missed the busy but still full of life streets; now empty, dark and for you right now, dangerous.

Of course, when the quarantines and self-isolations first started, you and your family respected the strict laws and refrained from stepping outside again. Your father was in charge of the shopping so he was the only one who has been going out in the last 2 months since your city has been on lockdown. Except for your social butterfly of a brother, the rest of the family adjusted easily to this new lifestyle. Your parents spent their time making plans for the future, redecorating the apartment and face calling your relatives for a small -not really- chat. Your brother, Chan, has been sulking in his bedroom most of the time and other than that, he was playing video games with his friends. What a life…

As for you, you used this time for yourself. Read all the untouched books from your shelves, wrote some short stories, discovered new music, learnt a new language, basically did everything that could be done. And you got bored. For the last few days you’ve been moping around, not even getting out of bed, eating 6 to 7 meals in a day-excluding the snacks- and being a total bitch to your family. It’s a given that you were not an extrovert, but you still enjoyed your daily walks alone. Going to a park to stare at the lake, listening to music as you wander around, spending 50 minutes in the bus on the ride back home just thinking about life. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to get out. But where could you go? The police were all over town making sure that people weren’t breaking the rules. You had to think of a place that was close enough to make it there safely, but not so near your house to make you feel like you haven’t been out at all. Walking around was definitely not a secure option, so you had to think of a building of some sorts. You’ll still be indoors, but a change of scenery would be most welcomed.

So here you are now: sneaking out and quietly walking towards your favorite ice rink. Your skates were in your backpack in between a lot of  your shirts to prevent them from making noises while you were moving. You had an easy plan: watch out for cops, get to the rink a few blocks away, enter through the broken back door, skate for a few hours and then return before morning. Easier said then done. Every step that you took made you more nervous. You were scared of walking alone in the dark but it was more terrifying every time you passed by a streetlight; you were afraid of being seen. At some point you started running, but you don’t remember when. Just that suddenly the wind was stronger, the shops were behind you in seconds and the back entrance to the ice rink was just in front of you. You made it.

As silently as you could, you opened the door that was never closed, city lockdown or whatever, and made your way inside. As the rink was shut down, you expected that there was no one else around. You made your way to the benches and sat down, getting out your skates and taking out your sneakers. It was pretty difficult to tie your laces with the sanitary gloves still on so you took them off, doing the same with your mask. There hasn’t been anyone here in weeks, so you had deemed it safe enough to give up your safety ‘equipment’.

After you were done you waddled over to the rink. Taking a big breath, you stepped forward on the ice. Ok, it has been a while. You immediately fell. You would have never called yourself a pro at ice skating, but you were decent; your ass hasn’t touched the cold surface since you were 8. 12 years ago. You blame it all on the fact that you haven’t been here lately and quietly get up. You just have to get used to it again, even if that means that you’ll be here longer than you intended to. At least you’ll exercise and get tired; maybe now you will get to actually sleep at night, because laying around in your bed 24/7 certainly doesn’t help your new developed insomnia.

Starting with baby steps, you skated around the fence, working on your balance and slowly familiarizing yourself again with the smooth surface. After 2-3 laps you started speeding up and even go deeper into the rink, towards the center. You finally dared to look away from your feet and your look wandered around the wide room. There was nothing interesting to see per se; some blue colored seats for when professionals have shows, the changing area, the tall handsome boy staring at you, a booth for the occasional DJs, in the corner some- Wait. Who was that?

The stranger’s appearance totally ruined your concentration and you lost balance, falling for the second time since you got there.

‘That’s your second fall in 15 minutes. You chose a pretty bad time to learn how to ice skate.’

Great, now he’s even speaking.Didn’t he realize that it was his fault? If it weren’t for his creepy staring you’d still be on your feet now. He could at least apologize instead of being a smart-ass.

‘I’ve been skating since I was little, not that it’s any of business. And I’d be just fine right now if I wouldn’t have been startled by you, weirdo. What normal human watches people from the shadows anyway?’

‘ I wasn’t watching you from the shadows. You turned on all the lights when you came here, so I’m kinda easy to spot. Not my fault you had to watch your clumsy feet until now.’

He was wearing a smug look the whole time he spent talking to you and it made you want to tie him to a chair and eat his favorite dessert in front of him. You weren’t a violent person so this was your ultimate form of torture. Your brother knows best how painful it is…

What made the situation even worse was the fact that he was mostly right. If only you paid more attention to your surroundings, let’s just say that your life would be a lot easier.

‘Can I join you?’

Could he? You didn’t know. You didn’t know this guy, you found him weird, but on the other hand you wouldn’t mind the company. You missed this type of hanging out.

‘Sure. But only if you skate too. You could seriously damage your eyes if you stare that much. What’s your name? I’m y/n.’

‘Hyunjin’

He said nothing more and started walking towards the benches. You skated closer to that area and let your upper body rest on the fence as you quietly watched him change his shoes.

To say Hyunjin was surprised to see you here was an understatement. This place was supposed to be empty. He wanted to be alone here. Or in other words, he wanted to pass by undetected.

He lived alone. Had a one-room flat just two blocks away from the rink. He wasn’t known for respecting the law; he was far from it. After being cut off by his parents at 17 and literally thrown out, he had it really bad. Lived on the street for a few months, had to steal money and food to survive. Learned how to fight after being attacked by other people who were homeless. And all that just because he wanted to pursue dancing and not follow in his father’s footsteps; he was born to do art, not deals and business shit.

When he was 19, his younger brother, Jeongin found him. He said he’s been ‘’searching for him all over town ever since he left.’’ But he was just impossible to find. Until now. Jeongin never agreed with their parents’ methods or ways of living. But he had to suck it up as he had no other passion to follow, like his brother. The younger brother used his savings and bought Hyunjin a decent one-room in a quiet district of the city. The only pay-back that he wanted was to see his older brother doing well.

Shortly after that, Hyunjin got a job at a retail store and got a scholarship for a dance academy. He started living a normal life. Well, almost normal. As old habits die hard, he still found himself in trouble pretty often. Nothing that bad that could affect his spot at the academy though. He was careful.

Now, as the city was on lockdown, the shop that he was working at was closed and his only source of income was again his little bro. An Angel, really. Hyunjin owed his life to him and he made sure that Jeongin knew how grateful he was.

In the beginning, it was fun. No work, no worries. He would order take-out, eat, sleep, dance, watch dog videos on youtube and that’s that. But this lifestyle wasn’t for him. He wanted to go out, do stuff. It didn’t take him too long to decide. World epidemic or not, he was going out.

He found his skates while he was doing a mental breakdown cleaning around the house and now they were staring at him expectantly. Skating. That’s it. There was an ice rink just a few blocks away from him. If he was careful he could make it there in no time, feel the thrill of doing something he shouldn’t be doing and be back without anyone noticing it. It was already getting dark.

Reaching the rink was easy. Too easy. A small part of him wanted to be caught so he could run from the authorities again. It was always fun, doing that. But he’ll have to settle for breaking in. He found the old broken lock by the back door and easily entered the building. Except, it wasn’t the empty building he expected. The lights were on. Weird. Maybe those idiots who worked here forgot to turn them off when they shut down the place. But no, that wasn’t it. Someone else was there; he could hear them.

After he reached the main entrance, he was able to spot her. It was a girl, around his age or younger. She had ice skates on and was trying to get from the changing benches to the ice. It was a funny sight. It got even better though, when she fell as soon as her skate touched the ice. Hyunjin had to physically stop himself from laughing out loud. But not even his hand was able to stop his giggles.

The girl got up and tried again, sticking to the edge of the rink, where it was safer. To Hyunjin’s surprise, she got better in no time and was perfectly skating towards the center.

That’s when they made eye contact and two things happened at once. Hyunjin’s instincts kicked in and he got ready to dash out of there. But at the same time, the girl fell again and he couldn’t help but laugh loud this time. Nothing bad could happen if he stays, right?

‘’It sure does take you a lot of time to put some skates on, doesn’t it?’

‘Shut up, I’m almost done.’ and he was done; with the first skate.

‘Are you always this annoying or does it only happen at midnight?’

‘It’s barely 11 pm, what’s your point?’

To say you were completely annoyed was an understatement. You were fuming. Not only was this Hyunjin guy a total jerk for laughing at your falls, but he was also a complete pain in the ass in a conversation. Now you were thinking that you would’ve been better off at home watching netflix.

But you couldn’t leave now, you came here to skate and that’s what you’ll do. Annoying hot stranger or not.

‘I’m done. Now let me show you how to skate properly, darling.’

Hyunjin got up and made his way to the rink. He was such a sight to see: light blue skates, decorated with numerous cute stickers. He was walking confidently, almost as if he was a bad boy entering his first scene in a 90’s movie. You could only stare at his back but you wondered what his expression was like right now. You guessed it was one you’d be overjoyed to wipe off.

When he reached the ice, he stepped on in like he was a world champion or something. Everything about his body language indicated showed that he wasn’t hesitating at all and he was 100% sure of himself.

That made it a lot funnier when, after 10 seconds, he slipped and had to catch the fence to prevent his fall. Take that from karma, Mr. Hyunjin.

‘Ok, I swear there was something on the ice. I didn’t just slip.’

You wanted to reply with something petty but you couldn’t stop laughing. His face was priceless, though you would pay 1000 fines for leaving the quarantine to see it again. You were struggling to breathe when he joined you and started laughing too. He couldn’t help it, your laugh was adorable and contagious. And he had to admit that despite his hurt ego, the situation was pretty funny.

Your laugh turned into giggles when your tummy started literally hurting. Instead, you watched Hyunjin laugh. Where did that bad boy go? Because laughing in front of you now was a 5 year old. His eyes were closed, and mouth wide open, his face radiating pure joy. He was clutching his abdomen while leaning a bit forward and taking short breaths in between giggles. And the sound, you swore his voice got higher. Were you allowed to hear this? You were listening to an Angel laugh.

When he calmed down, he squinted his Toothless-like eyes at you.

‘What are you laughing at? I didn’t even fall.’

‘You were still pretty funny though.’

You skated towards him and right in his face. You stared at him for a few seconds, admiring him. He was good-looking. He had dark brown eyes, sharp but still gentle. His face had great proportions. He could definitely be a model or the main lead in a drama. His raven locks were held back by his snapback, letting his eyebrows show off. Even these were perfectly even and cleanly trimmed. It would be a crime to cover that face up with a mask. Which brings you to the next question:

‘Where’s your mask? If you were going to sneak out during a world pandemic, shouldn’t you at least try to protect yourself? Or is that completely against your bad boy principles?’

‘I don’t have any bad boy principles, that’s not how it works. And besides, I’ve just ran out of masks and gloves and stuff like that. I didn’t panic bought an entire supply.’

You wanted to laugh at his misery, but he was right. People were panic buying everything that they could get their hands on and they didn’t think about the others. Human race could totally go extinct during a time like this and it wouldn’t even be the apocalypse’s fault. People would end themselves just by being selfish and cruel.

‘And besides,’ he continued ‘ I didn’t expect any company. Not that I mind it’, he added, sending you a flirtatious wink. Yikes.

You said nothing more, just made a disgusted face and skated forward. Hyunjin giggled and followed your lead.

You two skated in silence, only breaking it to bicker once in a while when one of you made fun of the other for slipping. It was… strangely comforting, having Hyunjin here with you. He was a pain in the ass, but even as he made fun of you, he helped you get back up after you’ve fallen for the third time; and he also checked up on you to see if you were okay. After he was done laughing, that is. You were almost glad that he turned out to have the same idea as you had.

You were in the middle of a single legged jump- which you were doing because you wanted to and by no means just to prove a point to Hyunjin- when you heard it. You, of course, fell again. But that didn’t matter right now and none of you laughed. Instead, you shared worried looks. Police sirens. And they sounded pretty close. Hyunjin was the one who spoke first.

‘They couldn’t be after us, right? I mean, no one knows that we’re here. We have nothing to worry about.’

‘Yeah, you’re right. They probably found someone breaking into a shop or something.’

But even as these words were leaving your lips, your minds knew that there was a slight possibility that you could be in trouble. Big trouble. You quickly got up and on your feet again and skated towards the exit. Hyunjin once again followed you and now you were both changing into your normal shoes again. This time, Hyunjin was fast as heck. He was already done and picking up both your backpacks while you were trying to put on your second converse. Fucking double knotted laces. You had to untie them, then put your foot in and still lace them. You barely had time to put the converse on when you heard the front door of the ink opening and numerous footsteps. You realized you could no longer hear the sirens.

‘Leave it like that, we have to go now.’

Hyunjin helped you up and urged you to run with him. If you could make it back to the back door you’d be safe. You just had to run fast enough and as soundlessly as you could manage.

‘Hello? Is anyone here? Officer Kim Namjoon from local police. Please come out now.’

You froze in your steps making Hyunjin stop too. You were scared. You were never a ‘good girl’, you’ve had your fair of mischief in your life, but this was something else. You couldn’t keep your hands from shaking and your breathing was erratic. Suddenly, Hyunjin was just in front of you.

‘We need to keep moving, we have to hide. Come on.’

‘Hide? No, what do you mean hide? Are you crazy? We have to get out, have to get to the back entrance.’

‘y/n, listen to me. I’ve been in this situation before. There is someone waiting at the back for sure. We’ll run straight into them if we do that.’ although he was not practically whispering, he still kept his voice on a low and soothing tone; he wanted you to calm down and follow his lead. ‘We are going to run towards one of the other rinks and hide under them. The rinks here have a tiny space underneath, for storing the ice equipment. If we can get there and hide until they leave, we’ll be safe. Just trust me on this one, okay? I won’t let anything happen to you.’

Your mind cleared up a little while hearing Hyunjin talk. You didn’t have the time to talk back or come up with something better so you just agreed with him.

Hyunin took your hand in his, tightened his grip on your bags and started running again. You took a few corners and reached a dark part of the rink, which wasn’t illuminated by the main lights. As you kept running in the dark you held his hand tighter. Your heart was beating so fast you were sure the adrenaline would kill you. All you could do now was run blindly behind Hyunjin. Still somehow, you trusted him. You felt safe right now, despite your body telling you you shouldn’t. Your mind was calm.

Hyunjin pulled you into an even darker room, using his phone’s flashlight to see the way. Once you two reached the rink, he guided you towards the space underneath it. You weren’t sure two people could fit here. It was so narrow. Hyunjin motioned for you to go under first and you did.

‘y/n, sweetie, listen to me now. I’ll have to be on you to hide, since there’s no space left. If something happens, I’ll go out and give myself up. But if I do that, I want you to stay here and not make a sound until the coast is clear and you can go home.’

You couldn’t see his face, but you felt that he was dead serious.

‘You can’t do that, I can just-’

‘I can and I will. Jeez, you have a big mouth. There’s no point in both of us going down. Listen, we don’t have time for this. I’ll just hide too now and I’ll use the backpacks to cover up.’

You were forever grateful to whatever force made both of you choose black bags tonight. Or was it that he only owned this color? He didn’t really seem like a Frozen-bag type of guy. But then again, you knew nothing about him.

While you were busy overthinking backpack colors, Hyunjin made his way over. He was standing in a push-up position, basically making a plank above you.

You remembered when Jisung, Chan’s nerdy best friend came over to work out at home with your brother. You had nothing better to do, so you sat on the couch to watch them with a pringles can in your hands.

Jisung was 3 years younger than Chan. They met through video gaming and had been best friends for over 5 years. He was a little bit taller than Chan, but slimmer. You felt like you fell into an alternate universe when you saw Jisung taking off his glasses and using your hair tie to make a man bun out of his fluffy orange hair. Was he always this hot? When he took his hoodie off, you almost chocked on the chips. Boy had guns. Jisungie, who would usually rock large hoodies and big t-shirts was now standing in your living room in a sleeveless shirt. Looking fine as hell. You were still imagining things he’d do to you with those arms while the boys were warming up.

If Chan knew what was going on in your head now, he’d kill you. And Jisung too. Protective instincts of an older brother or something like that. But the show was only beginning. The boys did a few lifts with Chan’s weights, playfully spared with each other and were now doing planks. Just watching Jisung stand in that position had your mind filling with dangerous thoughts. You imagine how his neck veins would look like from up close. Moreover, from under him. You imagined yourself slowly tracing them with your finger before lifting your head and kissing the invisible path you just drew. You’d stop just beneath his Adam’s apple and suck hard, marking him up. You wondered if he was a moaner or if he’d just gasp, tightening his grip on your hips. And then he’d lean forward and-

‘I’m not even touching you and you’re blushing like hell. What? First time being this close to a hot guy?’

Oh, right. Hyunjin was still above you, and the light from his phone was still on. He quickly turned it off though, when footsteps started getting too close.

‘Believe me, I’ve definitely been closer to a guy than this. I-’

‘I didn’t say to any guy. I said closer to a hot guy. Like me.’

‘Idiot, I was going to say that I can’t really breathe, I feel suffocated.’

That wasn’t the reason, but Hyunjin didn’t have to know that. What were you supposed to say? That you tried to get your mind off of him by thinking about another hot guy? Yeah, right. That’ll just feed his ego. And it was well fed already. But you didn’t exactly lie. You had some trouble with getting enough oxygen in your lungs. You took deep breaths, but you still felt like there was no air that you could breathe in.

‘It’s okay. It’s normal to feel like this.’ you felt him shift his weight, lifting himself higher to give you space; his arms were starting to shake. ‘But just know this: I’m here with you. And we’ll both be out in no time. Can you do something for me?’

You nodded slowly, already feeling better.

‘Close your eyes-’

‘Hyunjin, I can’t see anyway.’

‘Just close them. It’ll help, I promise. Now, imagine you’re outside. You’re somewhere far, in the countryside. There’s green everywhere and no other human. You only see trees, flowers and bees flying around. You breathe. The breeze is a little cold, but you embrace it. You are calm and everything is at peace. Now, breathe again.’

It was working. You were not completely relaxed yet, but it was easier to breathe now. When you opened your eyes, everything was pitch black; the oposite of your surroundings in the world that Hyunjin created in your mind.

The officers’ steps were getting louder and lounder; they were here. First you saw the light from their flashlights and then their boots stopping just outside the room. This was it. You were either gonna get away for good or you were going to get caught.

In the tiniest voice, so low that Hyunjin would’ve missed it if he wasn’t so close to you, you asked him to hold your hand.

‘Are you crazy? How am I going to hold myself up with just one hand?’

‘Just lean on me, you can’t be that heavy. Please, just hold my fucking hand or I’ll start panic crying right now and we’ll get caught.’

‘Fine. But don’t complain to me if you get crushed. And please just shut up, I think they’re gonna enter here soon.’

Hyunjin slowly put his elbow down on the floor right next to your head. His other hand slowly reached yours and pulled them both up to rest between your chests. His hand was slightly sweaty, just like yours. His face was so much closer now; you could feel his warm breath against you, and if you squinted a little bit, you could see his eyes. They were staring right into yours and you felt intimidated. If you could see his eyes, he could also see yours, couldn’t he?

Hyunjin had a boner. He didn’t mean to pop one right now and he wanted to die. But the rush of running away and your warm body just under him; your eyes, so scared but so full of trust. You trusted him. You were hiding quietly underneath him, so pliant and vulnerable. He tried his best to hide it and was praying every two seconds that you wouldn’t feel it. Thank god he was not wearing sweatpants today.

‘ Let’s check in here too. I’ll take the right, you search the left, Seok.’

Their voices were more than murmurs now. As they walked around the ice rink, you held your breath and tightened your hold around Hyunjin’s hand.He gently squeezed it back, his eyes softening as he looked at you.

One of the police guys got close to you. He stopped right next to your hideout. When you felt him crouching down you let out a small gasp, Hyunjin’s hand immediately letting go of yours and covering your mouth. His eyes were still fixated on you, with a stricter but still gentle look; he was silently telling you to keep your eyes on his. Don’t look away.

The one sitting on one knee right by your heads called his partner over. Once he arrived, he spoke.

‘Is that a backpack? What’s it doing here? Should I check it out?’

The other one seemed to be thinking hard as nothing else could be heard for a few seconds. You were fully panicking now, that was it. They were going to pick up the bags and find you. Then, they’ll be throwing you in jail and your mom would flip out and never allow you outside ever again.

‘Don’t touch it. We don’t know who left it here; I’m the only one with gloves and they ripped when I tried to open the front door. I’m not gonna risk it just for a bag, Hoseok.’

‘Got it, Joon. Found anything here?’

‘No. I think they already ran away, whoever they were. They did nothing too bad, if you look at the main rink, looks like they were only here to skate. No harm done. We’ll tell the rink’s security guard that we couldn’t find them. Let’s just leave.’

‘Whatever you say. I just wish I could gather all those who run out of isolation and give them a piece of my mind.’

‘You know you’re too much of a sweetheart to say something mean.’

‘Yeah, yeah, I could always throw rocks at them though.’

The deep-voiced one, Namjoon chuckled. There was a sound like he was patting Hoseok on the back and then they left.

Hyunjin was mesmerized. You were still staring helplessly at him, still muted by his large hand. You looked so good, he only wanted to ruin you. That cute sound you made right before he silenced you, he wanted to hear it again. Louder and caused by him this time.

He hesitantly removed his hand, now bringing it down to rest on both of his elbows above you without breaking eye contact. Were you too thinking about the same thing? He wanted to kiss you so bad. He slowly leaned in, giving you time to stop him.

That’s exactly what you did though, pushing on his chest to keep him away from you.

‘Eww, don’t kiss me, that’s so unhygienic. What if you’re sick but don’t know it yet?’

‘Don’t you think it’s a little bit late to think about that now? I just had my hand on your mouth. You prefer it like that? Cause I don’t mind, you do seem like the noisy type’

‘Just get off of me, you self-centered weirdo.’

‘If you didn’t want to kiss me you should’ve just said so.’

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that Hyunjin was…embarrassed? No, there’s no way. But on a closer look, his cheeks were pretty pink and his lip was being chewd off by his teeth; plus, he was avoiding your eyes like the plague. Ironic.

‘I never said I don’t want to. It was just not the moment. We should really go home now, that was a close call.’

‘Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry for trying to kiss you without asking. Don’t know what came over me. I just- I really wanted to kiss you. But I’ll ask for consent next time.’

Next time. Will there be a next time? You wanted to see him again, that’s for sure. You suddenly began thinking… did you really want to go home? You were pretty sure you could use a bigger change of scenery. Hyunjin turned on his phone light again and pointed it at you. You grinned while handing him his backpack.

‘Say, do you have any roommates?’

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Schools Re-imagined

Okay fellow guys, gays and ladies (all beings are invited), TODAY on quaran-talks (get it, quarantine but replace the tine with talks, never mind), we will be 

“RE-IMAGINING SCHOOLS” (Mostly High school and it’s equivalents around the world)

so that they actually do their job and prepare us for the real world, which they haven’t. They have, however given me sleep-deprived days, traumatic memories and snakes for friends. 

ASPECT NUMBER ONE

Changing when school starts. I mean, whose lovely idea was to start school at 8.00. Many schools also start schools at 8.30 but lord, imagine how happy we all will be if schools opened a little later.

  According to the National Sleep Foundation, the sleep requirement for teenagers is between 8-10 hours per night. That indicates that the earliest healthy wake-up time for teens should not be before 7 a.m.

I propose that schools start not earlier than 9.00 am. That way one does not have to bear with the absolute feeling of grogginess of completing tasks on auto-pilot (when you complete tasks by doing the bare minimum because your brain is not awake), not rushing through morning routines (rushing can cause stress and anxiety) and can start the day on a good note.  All those you thrive on 3-4 hour naps, it is in no way healthy and in some ways, not even your mistake. Moving on,

ASPECT NUMBER TWO

The marvellous blame-game. The student is usually the pawn. Don’t get the concept while in class, the teacher will probably say that you weren’t listening. 

Ma’am or Sir, it’s your job to make sure the students understand what you teach. Be patient and stop telling them it’s wrong if they don’t understand the concept.It won’t hurt if you take out some time and teach them the concept again. 

If you don’t get the concept during homework and use the reference guide, the parents will usually say that they weren’t paying attention in class and should know it. The reference material was made for a reason, and that was so that the student could use it. If the student wasn’t able to understand in class, there is a high chance they would be able to understand it on their own with their own research. Don’t doubt a student’s ability, even a little pat on the back can go a long way. More on this later. 

ASPECT NUMBER THREE

A very popular opinion is that schools kill creativity. They don’t out right kill it, they just suppress it until it never come backs. In other words, it’s there but not quite. (confusing, just like the world’s education system). If the student says a wrong answer, don’t outright say no or prompt the class to laugh at them. Question their understanding in a polite way.  Promote creative thinking and finding different ways of solving problems. Creativity can be found in all subjects, you just need to find a will. Don’t suppress interests such as liking of a particular aesthetic, genre of music or style. 

ASPECT NUMBER FOUR

There is no space for individuality. Uniforms are okay because you don’t have to go through the hassle of picking out clothes but limiting other choices such as style of hair, use of accessories and nail polish and colour of hair should not dictate what kind of a student they are. Teachers and Administration should not care about these things because every student needs their own way of showing creativity. These things do not dictate what kind of student they are. There is a common misconception that students who do the above mentioned things will distract students and disrupt the class. The students usually compliment or comment on it and move on with their day. The teachers, however will call them out, fine them, give them detention or some other kind of punishment. The only people that are getting distracted here is the staff who takes the time out of their day to call a student out on their mode of expression. All those teachers who support their students’ choices are pure gems and deserve all the love in the world. 

ASPECT NUMBER FIVE

The ungodly amount of homework. This is an extension of ‘aspect number two.’ I along with many other teenagers believe that the homework should be limited to two hours a day. No, I don’t mean two hours per subject. I mean two hours total. It can be extended to 3.5 hours but not more than that. Take the example of a GCSE student. A normal student takes about 9-12 subjects. Depending on the intensity of the subjects,the student should spend about 15-20 minutes per subject. During tests and exam weeks, this can be bumped up to 5 hours but still, testing a student’s skills of memorization does not prepare them for the real world. After spending six hours in school, this time should be taken to go over material and identify weak points in their understanding, not increasing stress.  

ASPECT NUMBER SIX

The unhealthy expectations which really effect a teenager’s mind, and not in a good way. Many people are out here judging a student who excels in art on it’s ability to do STEM subjects, and vice versa. That’s like judging a fish's ability to climb a tree. Let the student pursue what they like without a thought in their head, “what will everyone think of me.” As a human being, they’d support and not belittle your choices. Let them pursue what they like. If they get bad grades, ask them about it. Don’t start shouting. Teachers, do not announce grades in class, you are literally creating students who build up low self-esteem. How hard is it to understand that teenagers are human beings. They’ll learn. If a previously-gifted student gets a bad grade, don’t make them feel bad about it.

ASPECT NUMBER SEVEN

Actually take a stand on matters that make sense. Stop bullies, racists, homophobes and sexists. Don’t go around nit-picking students who have long nails and unkempt hair or uniform if you have these problems roaming around. That just says that you are only caring about your outer appearance at the expense that most of your students will grow up to be ignorant citizens. A teenager mirrors their surroundings and if you can create a positive surrounding, it’s your part towards a more understanding society.

ASPECT NUMBER EIGHT

WHO thought that giving extra homework on weekends would be a good idea. Like, WHY? Weekends should be for relaxation and for revising topics. Wouldn’t it make sense if students took time to, I don’t know, go over the work from the week. That way, the information can be retained for a longer time. I also present to you the idea of making open book tests the norm. What many schools don’t understand that not everyone can memorize entire books. A student who does well on assignments but not on exams clearly shows that they understand but can’t remember it. The real world clearly shows that you don’t need to remember things because resources will always be at your disposal. A student should know how to apply concepts because 85% of the stuff they learn in school is utterly useless in real life. The remaining 15% are basics of subjects which should be learned. 

ASPECT NUMBER NINE

The schools either need counselors that actually do their job or teachers that are willing to go the extra mile. Counselors need to understand the students’ situation and help them. Don’t blame everything on the phone. (Phones are least of our problems). Normalize opposite-gender friendships. Lastly, with classes algebra and all that, wouldn’t also having classes like etiquette's, how to file taxes and other worldly classes actually help.  

REVISED TIMETABLE

As per the guidelines above. 

Biological sleep patterns shift toward later times for both sleeping and waking during adolescence -- meaning it is natural to not be able to fall asleep before 11:00 pm.

Sleep between 11:00-11.30 pm. Wake up at 7:45 am (Assuming you slept at 23.15 which is the halfway point, you got a sleep of 8.5 hours, which is healthy)Getting ready and having breakfast at a peaceful pace takes an average of 15 minutes. You will be done by 8:15 am. An average school commute takes about 30 minutes so you should have 15 minutes to spare before 8:30 am strikes and you leave for school.School starts at 9.00 am and ends at 3.00 pm. (Schools here last for 6 hours).Go for extra-curricular activities. On average, extra-curricular activities last for 1.5 hours so you should be free by 4.30-5.00 pm. That leaves you with 6 hours. Even if you take an hour long nap and take exactly 2 hours,no more or less for your homework, you will still be left with 3 hours of leisure. These 6 hours can be scheduled how ever you like. 

Now compare it to my timetable that was in place before the lock down. I woke up 6.00 am (Usually woke up early to complete homework which was impossible to complete yesterday) Left home for school at 7.15 am, usually made up for sleep in the  car. 

Reached school by 7.45. School started at 7.50 am and went on till 2.00 pm. All extra curricular activities were suspended due to tests and exam prep. Reached home at 2.40 pm. (Was picked up from school at 2.10 pm because group assignments roles cannot be assigned in class for some stupid reason so a lot of work has to be done outside class). 

Refresh and have lunch, start homework at 3.00 pm. Went on till 5.00 pm, took a 15-minute break and again continued till 9.00 pm (This is just homework). Picked up the assigned reading and assignments, that went on till 10.00 pm. Time with family till 10.45 pm. 

These were the good days. The days I was assigned art homework were torture. I have gone to school with only 3 hours of sleep many weeks. 

For a system that is suppose to help the students, the education system sure does hate students.

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[water--gang]

HI AGAIN

PREPARE FOR HUGS AND COMFORT SNACC AND GOOD VIBES

I got u some wildberry tea which is really just leaf ice water so u can get away with it right with chocolates because chocolates always help and not because its the best stock image i could find, and I have brought you the FINEST strawberries AND raspberries just for good measure!!

I’m sorry to hear you’re stressed :(( i hope you can at least look forward to the holidays, because that means a break!! I hope you’ll start feeling better soon, and even though the lack of sleep and such isnt ideal, its not as bad as it could be- so you’re doing really great!! I’m proud of you!!!

And NO WORRIES ABOUT ANSWERING LATE, you’re really nice and i know you wouldn’t ignore me, and i understand you’re very busy and stressed so its really no problem!! ❤️ ❤️

And bc u mentioned it, i am actually doing better!! I’ve managed to fly home and my quarantine ends after today! I’m still depressed and sleep deprived bx my brain doesnt understand health or happieness BUT I’m not isolated anymore! Also i got assessments are coming up (most of my shit is due over the holidays?) but i’m in a much better place now!! So a lot of things are still happening (one of my fav modules next semester got cancelled and i’ve had to replace it with something i dont loke so yay wastinf 6 months of my life looking forward to that) but i’m much more able to deal with everything now!!

ALSO AND IM VERY EXCITED ABOUT THIS

LOOK AT THIS PHONE CASE I GOT it came like a month late bc literally no company in the UK likes helping me out but its OKAY BC I HAVE IT NOW

In CONCLUSION whoops this is much longer than i intended it to be:

I’m sorry things arent their best, I swear they’ll get better and you’re strong and capable enough to push through, I hope they get better soon bc even though you’re going to be fine being not-fine sucks, enjoy snacc and huggies, I DONT BLAME U FOR TAKING TIME TO RESPOND, THATS FINE, love you, hope you get to feel better soon ❤️❤️❤️

HI LOVE

AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH :') YOU'RE SO SWEET

AhaHHaha ahh yes ice water with leafs i can get away with that. thank you for all the snacks! so thoughtful haha

thank you for all the understanding:') and guess what it's holidays and i in fact am feeling better!! i finally don't have to think and or stress about anything and ohmygod that's so nice. I've honestly been needing this so much

ah I'm so glad you're better! i hope you still are haha and i hope you're enjoying the holidays with your family! and that having them around helped you as well:) and yeaaa brains are stupid:/ hopefully it'll learn to be happy and sleep soon tho

also ohmyhod that sucks w h y would they have you do it over holidays jezus that's the time you should relax and not think about school at all smh

aw... I'm sorry it got cancelled:/ hopefully whatever you pick in it's stead won't be that bad??

OHMYGOD THAT'S SO CUTE I LOVE IT!! man literally no one ever wants to help you wow

thank you for your words :") sincerely. i appreciate you supporting me so much. even tho it took me long to respond I thought about you often. i even went here just to read your ask multiple times cause... idk it was kinda calming and reassuring? and like proof that someone cares i could go back to anytime:')

basically what I'm saying is. i love you too, thank you so much, i hope you're doing good or better and merry Christmas! haha altho i don't know if you celebrate it jsxnjs happy holidays!!! sending lots of love ❤️❤️❤️

— your friend♡

#admin posts #thank you<3 #i appreciate you very much #love youuu #ask #howdoyoudocreative

[ao3feed-tododeku]

Living in LA

Living in LA by Allsfairinloveandwar

The Baku and Deku squad all live under one roof together like in bad girls club. I'm not accepting criticism cause I had too much fucking fun writing this.

Words: 3114, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Iida Tenya, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina, Bakugou Katsuki, Sero Hanta, Uraraka Ochako, Possible Yaoyorozu Momo, Possible Asui Tsuyu, Hagakure Tooru

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta, Ashido Mina/Uraraka Ochako, Kaminari Denki & Sero Hanta, Kaminari Denki & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Producer Aizawa, Everyone is probably slightly out of character, Alternate Universe - No Quirks, Bad girls club x My hero academia, I wrote this trash and I'm proud of it, Blame quarantine, All might is behind the camera with Aizawa, Deku and Bakusquad all under one roof, what could go wrong, everything, probably more tags to come, Bakusquad, Dekusquad, Author Is Sleep Deprived

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23465680

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Tododeku #💙 #💚 #Tododeku #Kiribaku· #♥ #R:M #A:Allsfairinlovean #No Quirks AU