#my warm strong man who is best at cuddles and making me feel loved

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Hi DJ! If you’re still doing the ficlet requests, can I get 24 (cuddles of reassurance) with Wolffe? Maybe fem!reader is having a hard time with sex and feels embarrassed/overwhelmed? (If that’s too explicit/uncomy feel free to ignore :))

Just a Little Bit More

A/N: Thank you so much for this request, Alli! I’ve actually been wanting to write a fic like this for a while. I feel like so much of the smut we see in fanfiction AND in published fiction/media in general is so idealized that even when it has elements of realism, it can present a distorted idea of what sex and intimacy can really be like. I’m certainly guilty of writing somewhat idealized smut, though I do try to maintain at least some semblance of realism (unless Sev is involved; all bets are off with that man). While there’s nothing wrong with having that fantasy, I think it’s healthy and important to also show the reality that it isn’t always easy or flawless, even with a caring, experienced partner who takes our pleasure seriously and does everything “right.”

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader (Fem; has hair)

Rating: M (mature content intended for readers 18+; minors DNI)

Wordcount: 3.3K of straight smut with some cuddles

Warnings and tags: cuddles; hurt comfort; language; SMUT; oral sex; PIV; nipple play; light/playful spanking; body worship; sex toys; fingering; exhibitionism; voyeurism; creampie; difficulty with orgasm. AKA, the return of SMUTKEA.

Summary: Wolffe is the best you’ve ever had. That doesn’t mean it’s always perfect.

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This fic smells like: Fruit de La Créativité by Grès (raspberry & leather)

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Wolffe gazed up into your eyes as you rolled your hips slowly, searching for the perfect angle. You knew you could find it: you’d done it before, countless times. His strong, warm hands glided up your thighs to your hips, pulling you closer, thrusting deeper, guiding you closer and closer to your pleasure. You could feel it building inside you, the tension gathering slowly.

Too slowly.

He smoothed one hand up your side, grazing along your rib cage until he cupped your breast, circling your nipple with his thumb. He knew exactly how much pressure you liked, and the way he touched you was perfect.

God, he’s so hot. Just focus on how hot he is.

Sweat glistened on your skin. The room hadn’t been this hot when he’d pulled you into bed, but after an hour and a half of vigorous activity, you were both slick with perspiration, saliva, arousal, and lube. He’d mapped your body with kisses, gliding his lips and tongue across your skin as he devoured you, bringing you right to the edge until you begged him to fuck you. 

You’d wrapped your legs around his waist as he eased into you, a tormented groan rumbling from his lips as he felt your heat envelope him. Gods, he felt amazing, and when he started to move, you knew it would only be a matter of minutes before you came. 

It took longer than you expected, and after a while, you realized something needed to change. 

“Take me from behind,” you’d murmured, knowing how much he loved the way your ass pressed into his hips in that position.

“God, yes,” he’d replied, pulling out and rolling you over with enthusiasm.

You loved the way he handled you in bed. He was so fucking strong. He could toss you around so easily—it was hot as hell, but the best thing about it was the care he took to make sure you were comfortable and he didn’t accidentally hurt you. He lifted your hips up and positioned you exactly the way he wanted you. You heard a small click as he closed the bottle of lube, and then you felt his slickened fingers glide over your cunt as he ensured you were ready to take him from the new angle.

“Maker, that ass is gorgeous,” he said, squeezing your cheeks before giving you a playful smack. 

Your mischievous giggle turned into a breathless moan as he sank into you, reaching deeper, stretching you wider, as his hand slid down your body to tease your clit. You loved the way he touched you, the way he caged you in with his body, making you feel incredibly safe and protected. And of course, you loved his cock. He knew exactly how to use it to ensure he gave you as much pleasure as he took—or more.

And still, your orgasm remained tantalizingly just out of reach. He shifted, and for a moment, his body rested heavily on you before he resumed his rhythm.

He’s getting tired. Fuck. Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up. I need to give him a break.

“Want me to be on top?” you offered, hoping that yet another angle would be the one that finally pushed you past whatever mental block was keeping you from your release.

He paused, his hands resting on your hips. “Is that what you want?”

“Sure,” you replied. “If you do?”

He trailed his fingers down your spine before slowly withdrawing from your body. You turned to watch as he rolled onto his back and kicked the blankets off the bed. He reached for you with that sexy smirk that you loved so much, and you knew without question that he still wanted you.

He’s such a good man. Gods, he deserves the world.

“Hop on, darlin’,” he invited.

You crawled toward him with a smile, pausing a moment to kneel between his thighs. You traced your fingertips up his legs and over his balls, then ghosted a line up the underside of his cock. You glanced up to see his eyes fixed on you with an intense expression. Holding his gaze, you dropped lower and flicked your tongue over his tip, then slid his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue over him. You could taste yourself on his skin—salty, tangy, unspeakably erotic. His hips flexed beneath you, and you heard his breath grow ragged.

He caressed your head gently, stroking his hand over your hair and jaw before coming to rest on your shoulders.

“Not gonna last if you keep that up,” he said quietly. “Come up here.”

You gave him one last defiant, flirtatious little suck before you released him, then you began to crawl up to him, kissing a trail up his abdomen and chest. You straddled his hips, kissing and licking your way up his throat, and as you reached his lips, you whispered, “You taste like pussy.”

“Then I must be delicious,” he murmured, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck and pulling you into a passionate kiss.

His tongue slid into your mouth as his cock thrust into your cunt, and for a moment you were overwhelmed with the sensations of him filling you. A fresh wave of arousal had flooded you as you’d pleasured him with your mouth, and he slipped into you easily, rocking into you with his powerful thighs. You braced your fists against the mattress on either side of his head, pressing down to meet his thrusts as you rode him hard and fast, chasing your pleasure with a desperation that started to border on frantic as release continued to elude you.

“Gonna make you come so hard,” he whispered. “And then I’m gonna fill you up. You feel so goddamn good. Can’t wait to feel you come around my cock.”

I’m trying, damn it!

“You feel incredible,” you replied breathlessly, and it was true, so why was this so kriffing difficult?

Your hips were starting to get sore from how long you’d been at it, so you shifted positions, bringing your knees higher and setting a slower pace to try to buy yourself enough time that you’d have the energy to make it to the finish line. Wolffe adjusted instantly, not even needing a verbal cue to understand the message your body sent. You found the angle that pressed his cock against the perfect place inside you, and you focused on trying to get as much stimulation there as you possibly could, cutting out all extraneous movement.

The longer it took, the more anxious and desperate you became. You tried to shut down the voice in your head that whispered, “He’s getting bored,” because you knew it was a lie. All you had to do was look into his beautiful, mismatched eyes to see how much he wanted you. And you were so close. So fucking close, if you could just get out of your own head long enough to let go.

You traced your fingertips across his cheekbone and along his jaw, grazing your thumb across his lips. You pressed gently, parting his lips to brush your thumb against his tongue, and then you leaned down and kissed him deeply, trying to lose yourself in the sensation of his lips and tongue against your own.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as you broke from the kiss and returned your hand to brace against the mattress. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

Please stop talking. You couldn’t say it out loud; what kind of an asshole says something like that in response to a compliment?

“You’re so sexy,” you whispered instead. “You’re amazing at this.”

It was true; he was amazing. Unquestionably the best you’d ever had. In the time you’d been together, he’d learned your body completely, identifying every spot that made you shiver, testing different approaches until he knew exactly how and where you liked to be touched, kissed, caressed. He knew where to use his teeth, and where to use his breath; he knew when you wanted him to be tender, and when you craved roughness. 

He knew you.

He knew you better than anyone ever had, and that made your current predicament even more maddening. Because sometimes it was easy. Sometimes you came so fast that your orgasm surprised both of you. But most of the time, it took more work. A lot more. And sometimes, like this one, you would get so close to the edge that you were only seconds away, only to feel the wave of pleasure ebb and be replaced with frustration and exhaustion.

Please, please, please. Just a little bit more.

Your wrists ached. Your knuckles were raw from grinding them into the sheets. You shifted your weight and lifted one hand off the mattress, stretching your fingers and trying to get the blood flowing to them. He glanced at your hand, then back up into your eyes.

“What can I do?” he asked softly.

“Just… keep going,” you said desperately. “I’m so close—I’m so fucking close, and I just can’t—I can’t—”

Abrupt tears stung your eyes, and you buried your face against his neck to hide them, kissing his chest to try to distract him from your distress.

He wrapped his arms around your body, still rocking into you at the pace you’d set. “Do you want to take a break?”

“No, I want you to come,” you snapped, disappointment sharpening your tone more than you intended.

He stilled immediately. You felt his hand slide up your back to stroke your hair softly.

“Hey,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “Look at me.”

You shook your head and burrowed your face obstinately into the nook where his neck met his shoulder.

“Talk to me, little one,” he urged. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

The dam cracked and then burst. 

“I’m so fucking tired,” you sobbed. “And I can tell you’re getting tired, and I just want it to be good for you, and every time I think I’m getting there, I lose it!”

Mortification swept through you that you were making a scene during such an intimate moment, and you tried to stifle your sobs, but it was too late. You felt him go soft inside you, and then he slipped from your body.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to ruin it for you.”

His arms tightened around you, and he rolled the both of you onto your sides, pulling you close against his body. “You didn’t ruin anything.”

Holding you tightly with one arm, he began to run his hand lightly over your back, comforting you with his touch as he kissed your forehead.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he repeated. “You just got tired. It’s all right, love. It happens.”

“It’s so frustrating,” you confessed. “So many times, I thought I was there, and then something would distract me, and it was just gone.”

“Was it something I did?” he asked.

“No, of course not. It was just… I don’t know. A noise? Or a weird thought that popped into my head at a bad time?” You paused, feeling a little guilty as you remembered that, in fact, you had gotten annoyed at an ill-timed remark from him. “And then the longer it took, the more it stressed me out about how long it was taking, until I was stressing so much about it that that’s all I could think about.”

He moved his hand to your shoulder and began to glide it up and down your arm in long, languid strokes. “Why were you worried about taking too long?”

You paused, unaccountably hesitant to admit the truth. He waited patiently, still caressing your arm, until at last you replied, “I was worried you were getting tired. Or bored. Or—I don’t know…”

His hand stilled in its progress, then slid around your back as he pulled you even closer to him. “I would never get bored with you.”

“But—”

“I love you,” he cut you off firmly. “I love being with you. I love fuckin’ you. You’re gorgeous, and sexy, and kriffin’ amazing in the sack. Do you have any idea how lucky I am? Most men only dream of finding a girl like you, but I got you for real. How the hell would I ever be stupid enough to get bored with someone as goddamn perfect as you?”

You didn’t know what to say. You lay in his arms, clinging tightly to him as the tears finally stopped trickling from your eyes. You shuddered quietly.

“Yeah?” you asked in a tiny whisper.

He rolled you onto your back and moved to lie on top of you so he could look into your eyes.

“Yeah,” he replied.

You swallowed. “I love you, too, you know.”

“I know,” he said with a charming smirk.

He pressed his lips to your sternum as his hand slid lazily up your body to play with your breast. The weight of his body pressed you down into the soft mattress as you cradled his chest between your thighs. You took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, releasing the guilt and stress and self-recrimination you’d built up in your body.

He kissed you again, and again, then he began to work his way across your chest until he drew your nipple into his mouth, brushing his tongue over your skin as he sucked gently, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You felt a spark of renewed arousal, but with it came a surge of anxiety that rose insistently in your mind.

“Wolffe,” you whispered. “I don’t know if I can. I really am exhausted.”

He looked up at you as he continued to tease your breast. At last, he released your nipple from his lips, giving you a devilish smile.

“What if we tried something else?”

You couldn’t help the way your lips curved into an answering smile when he looked at you like that. “What did you have in mind?”

He pushed himself up off of you and leaned over to rummage through your nightstand until he retrieved a vibrator—the one you’d once jokingly called “Old Faithful” for its uncanny ability to get you off like clockwork.

“I want you to fuck yourself with this,” he said, his voice dropping to a gravelly pitch. “I want to watch you make yourself come.”

Your breath stuttered to a halt, your eyes widening and your heart beginning to pound at the idea. Your gaze flicked from the toy to his eyes and back again.

“Wh—what about you?” you stammered.

“Don’t you worry about me,” he replied. He switched on the vibrator and traced it down your abdomen, making you twitch as its buzz tickled your skin. “Will you?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, taking the toy from him. “How do you want me?”

“Whatever way works best for you.”

You thought about trying to pose for him, to put on a show, but you knew instinctively that wasn’t what he was after. If he’d wanted to watch a counterfeit, staged orgasm, he would have just found a holoporn. No. He wanted the real thing. He wanted to see your genuine pleasure.

“All right,” you whispered.

You took the toy from him, and he moved off of your body to lie next to you, observing you closely. You adjusted the settings to your preferred speed and pattern, then took a deep breath and began.

The instant you touched the vibrator to your clit, your entire body tensed, and you gasped quietly. You glanced at Wolffe and found his gaze riveted to your pussy, his one good pupil dilated so wide you could barely see the amber ring of his iris around its inky depths. You felt a little self-conscious until you saw the way his lips parted slightly as his breath became heavy. 

You pushed yourself back into the pillow and closed your eyes as you adjusted the angle of the toy, pressing it exactly as you needed it. With your free hand, you began to play with your breast, caressing and squeezing and rolling your nipple between your fingertips. You felt the warmth of his hand as it settled onto your leg and then slid up your thigh. Your opposite leg curled up to brace your foot against the bed, opening your stance wider as you moved the vibrator exactly the way you needed it.

“Fuck,” he rasped hoarsely, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your skin. His fingers grazed lightly over your pussy, but quickly withdrew.

“You can touch me,” you gasped.

He didn’t move immediately, and you continued to work yourself closer and closer to your orgasm, feeling the tension gather in your body and begin to tighten in on your center. Then his fingertips brushed over your cunt again, and you felt his lips and tongue descend on your hip. He didn’t try to take control, just touched you softly, kissing and licking and watching as you played with yourself. 

You adjusted your position again, bringing your leg against his body, and you felt his slick, rigid cock press hard against you. You whimpered, so turned on you couldn’t even form words, and in response, he ground his erection against you. He kissed across your pelvis until he reached your belly, pressing his face into you.

“I’m so close,” you panted.

“Kriff, me too,” he growled.

His fingertip grazed into you, and your body jerked as you gasped sharply. He froze, and without thinking, you moved your hand away from your breast to grab his wrist and push him deeper. With an urgent grunt, he began to move his finger, stroking exactly where he knew you needed him.

Abruptly, your hips arched off the bed, and you let out an inhuman wail. If your brain had been functioning, you might have also heard Wolffe’s rough groan, but at the moment, you were aware of nothing but blinding, shattering pleasure as your body finally found the release it had been denied for so many hours. You jerked the vibrator away as the intensity suddenly became too much, and your body convulsed again and again until at last you collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent.

Wolffe covered you with frantic kisses, crawling up your body until he reached your face. His body hovered over you as his tongue brushed between your lips and flooded your mouth with his taste. Your arms wrapped around his torso as your legs tightened around his hips, and you pulled him into you. His cock slid easily, and he thrust hard and fast, fucking you through the last tremors of your orgasm.

He came within seconds, flooding you with heat as he thrust hard, one last time, burying his cock as deep as he could inside your body. He stayed there, his entire body taut, until at last he exhaled a hard breath and relaxed onto you. His lips broke away from yours, and he rested his forehead against the pillow next to your head.

“Fuck,” he panted, the word hot against your ear. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

You stroked your hands up and down his back, digging your nails lightly into his skin. He groaned and slumped heavily against your body. You loved the weight of him on top of you, but before long, you began to wheeze quietly as you struggled to draw breath. He heard the shift and immediately rolled off of you, pulling you against himself as he came to rest on the bed.

“Thank you,” you whispered as you pressed your lips to his chest.

He laughed quietly. “Thank you. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” 

“Worth the wait?” you asked.

“Worth everything,” he murmured, drawing you even closer. “Everything, and more. You always have been.”

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[ghostssweetgirl]

Yo me again lol, after reading that lil comfort Simon fic u did me , was curious to how the other 141 boys + König would react to sad fem reader just wanting to be held 👀

141 + König & How They Would React to You Wanting to be Held

You know I got you!

Captain Price

He's a big teddy bear, forreal now. Like always giving the best hugs, and always encourages you with little pats on the back, his voice as smooth as honey when he asks you if you're okay.

He always knew when you were having an emotional day, and was always ready to be your support.

Hates seeing you cry, it nearly brings this old man to tears.

But he enjoys holding you, enjoys being the one that makes you feel better and back to your normal self.

In fact, he was about to check on you before you knock on his office door.

You meet his eyes with your swollen ones, slightly puffy from stuffing your face into your pillow while you cried. Before you could say anything, you could hear the concern in his tone.

"You a'right there, kid?" he tilted his head, putting all of his attention on you.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought about it. "Not really."

"Ah, I knew it," he chuckled as he leaned back in his desk chair. "Wanna talk about it?"

"No," you shrugged. "'M fine. Jus' wanna be held. Could you help me with that?"

He pat his lap as he belted out a hearty chuckle. "Right, come on, then."

This. This is what made him happy. It made his day when he made yours better. He gently patted your back while you got comfy, resting your head on his chest for God knows how long. It just felt nice to be in his strong, warm embrace. For Christ's sake, the man even put out his cigar to attend to you - fully.

You went to sit up but he pulled you back into his chest. "Nope, not done holding you yet." He didn't say it outright, but he needed it, too. Plus him holding you there while you playfully tried to get away made you giggle, which he loved to hear.

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Absolutely elated that you wanted him to hold you.

100% will put down anything he's doing to make you feel better.

Really good at comforting you with his words, he's so selfless.

He knew when you were sad, but never pushed as to not intrude in your personal space and privacy, but if you ever needed to talk, he was more than happy to lend an ear.

"Easy there, lass," he laughed as you plopped down on the sofa next to him, playfully pushing his arm away to lay on his chest. He gratefully pulled you into a tight embrace, and although it was an awkward position, holding you felt natural.

"Thanks, Johnny," you smiled, sinking down further where you lay on his belly. He swore besides Ghost, you were the only other one who could get away with calling him 'Johnny'. "You're really comfy."

"Aye, I bet y'are comfy there," he chuckled. "Did somethin' happen? Can tell yer sad, lass."

"Nothing happened, I suppose. Just... sad. You know?"

"Yeah."

"What do you do when you're sad, Johnny?" you asked.

"Usually go make you laugh," he smirked. "Always works. Seeing you smile makes my day."

"How sweet, but now I'll think every time you joke with me that you're sad," you frowned, looking up at him.

"Ah, it never lasts long, don't worry, bonnie," his eyes sparkled as he looked down at you with a wide smile plastered across his face.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

A literal cuddle bug.

Was shy about holding you at first, but felt pure bliss when you two embraced.

Doesn't always know what to say, but he holds you so tight your brain shuts up.

When he does talk, his voice is very smooth.

You can hear his heartbeat fasten while you lay on his chest.

He was laying on the couch, minding his business, almost dozing off at the comfort of the sofa until he heard footsteps, specifically yours enter the room. His eyes widen as he sees your slumped shoulders, feeling your sadness radiate off of you. Concerned, he sits up. "Hey, you okay there?"

"Never better," you joked, tip-toeing a few inches closer to him. "I... have a question."

"I might have an answer, shoot."

"I was just wondering if you could hold me?" you asked nicely.

For a minute he sat there, looking you up and down as if 'are you sure?' and stammering as he found his words, shifting on the couch thinking of a comfy way to hold you. "W-would you like to lay on top of me?"

"As long as you hold me tight for a while, it doesn't matter."

It may have been awkward at first, but you two soon found comfort. You softly chuckled as you heard how fast his heart was pacing, poor guy was so nervous. Of course he liked you, but he didn't expect you to come to him to make you feel better.

He calmed down eventually, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "Starting to feel a little better?"

"Yeah, actually," you sigh. "Comfy... Might fall asleep."

He laughed as he agreed.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

As per my last little one-shot, he never hesitated to hold you or even listen to you, give you advice when you sought it. He was a great Lieutenant first, but an even better friend, partner.

God, did he hate to hear and see you cry.

You were too good, too amazing to feel sad, and he wished he could take it all away. He'd take it away and go through it himself if he could.

You were always afraid you made him mad, but it was quite the opposite. He was proud you came to him. It helped his sense of responsibility, and helped him more than he thought it would, or could. Quite therapeutic for the two of you, if I must say.

You two understood each other on a different level than the others.

You didn't come to dinner, and that's when he knew you needed him. First off, you needed to eat. But more importantly, you needed to be mentally okay to eat proper. He excused himself from dinner before coming to your door, softly knocking 3 times before coming in worried.

He sighed as he spotted you in fetal position, holding your knees to your chest.

"Darlin'," he sat down. "Why didn't you come to me?"

"I didn't want to bother you," you whispered.

"W-why would you have bothered me?" It almost offended him you'd think you were a bother to him. You were anything but that.

"Don't know, I'm sorry," you apologize.

"No don't be-" he sighed, laying behind you, shifting behind you. He pulled your back into his broad chest, looking over at your beautiful face that he wished was smiling and happy. "Hey."

"Hey," you chirped.

"Now I'm goin' to hold you here until I can make you laugh, am I clear?" he chuckled, his voice raised in concern. "Let me make it better, luv."

"You always do, Simon," you start to smile. "Always. Thank you."

Alejandro Vargas

Such a romantic mannnn 😍.

A natural flirt, trying to take your mind off of whatever was bothering you which you refused to ever tell a soul.

Quick to ask if anyone hurt you and if he needed to take care of it, anger seeping through quickly before he learned that you were just sad and needed to be held.

You come up to him, frown on your face and your eyes still wet from just crying.

"Mi amor, who hurt you, huh?!" he cupped your face, his voice raised as he felt adrenaline rush through his veins.

You shook your head. "No one. Can you just hold me? It'd be really nice right now."

"Si, of course, of course," he rasped, guiding you to his room with his hand on the small of your back. "Hermosa, you should not be feeling so sad."

"I-I can't help it, I wish I wasn't," you complained.

He laid you down in his bed where he lay next to you gently. Not leaving any space between your bodies, he pulled you to lay on his chest. "Are you okay? Do you need anything - water, a snack, a hot or cold cloth, huh? Nothing for the princesa, yeah? Alright, okay, now come here, just lie there and look pretty, okay?"

You snuggled into him, cherishing his scent as he calmed you. He breathed deeply as he realized you just... needed this. It's been a while since he's held anyone, so this was much needed for him, as well.

König

Our shy little baby 🥺.

Hated when you were sad, but he was far too anxious to push it or ask about it unless you came to him.

He'd find himself pacing, hoping you were truly okay.

He wanted to knock on your door, hold you so close and pluck all the sadness out of your brain.

While everyone else was on a mission, you stayed back along with König, and while you felt like you needed someone, you didn't want to bother him, but you figured why not? The worst he can do... is not be there for you, which, to be fair, wasn't his responsibility, but it would sure help.

You knock on his door shyly, quietly and would be surprised if he even heard you. He opened it shyly as well, his eyes looking far down until they finally met yours. "Oh, uh, hi!"

"Hey, König... Can I come in? It's okay if-" you hold your hands up as if you were trying to defend yourself, not sure if you're making him uncomfortable.

"Ja, come in," he opened the door fully. You look around his tidy room, and set your eyes upon his humongous bed. You stand awkwardly there as you two look at each other nervously.

"I'm just going to ask it, so, König, I have a question..." your eyes met the ground.

"Okay..."

"Would you be willing to hold me? I'm- I feel sad and I just-"

He shook his head eagerly as he made his way to his bed, patting it, inviting you to join. "Of course, Schatz, come, sit."

You waddle over to his bed, having to jump to get on it. He was nervous because of his size, most people were scared of him based on it alone, but here you were, asking him to hold you in your time of need, making him feel proud.

He scooted up, patting his chest excitingly waiting for you to lie on it. He seemed more excited to hold you than you were excited to be held by him. The quietness was peaceful, and it wasn't long before you found yourself falling asleep on him.

He hummed, chuckling as he felt himself drifting off into a slumber himself. For once in a very long time, his anxiety dissipated for a moment, as long as you were there laying on him. He wished he could do this more often, for you and himself. He wondered if this would have helped him during his anxiety attacks.

A/N - I hope this is something along the lines of what you were asking for! I apologize, I wrote this while I'm halfway falling asleep so if I lost it here and there I am sorry and can redo it if you want :) Thanks again for another request, please don't hesitate to send as much as you would like <3

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[daenysx]

modern!aemond x fem!reader where they live a nice, domestic life. they loveeee their morning cuddles with eachother. (and sometimes shower sex too)

they decide to go out one night and go to a local bar/pub. as aemond heads off to get their drinks, a man walks trying to start a nice conversation with her but slowly starts flirting with her as well. aemond sees that and manages to get the man to leave. aemond then takes her out somewhere secluded and away from the bar showing her who she belongs too.

please?

thanks for the lovely request, i tried to do my best, hope you like it. requests are open!!

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belong with you

modern!aemond being jealous of you.

it's a soft morning with your boyfriend aemond targaryen. sunlight in the room, you in the bed wrapped around him. almost every morning comes and goes like this one, feeling like there is nothing else other than you two.

his mornings belong to you; cuddling, kissing, having sleepy talks about the day and he loves this. he usually wakes up before you, but today you have the chance to see him asleep, as you wake up before him. his face looks relaxed and free of worry wrinkles he gets because of his family or his studies. his mouth slightly curved and his platinum blonde hair spread on the comfortable pillow. his arm is around your waist like it always is.

you get closer to him and position yourself on top of him, your elbows are on his pillow next to his head, you start kissing his neck, little and soft kisses but they are enough to wake him up. he brings his arm to your neck, holding you there and not letting you go. soft mumblings as you kiss his neck and louder groan when you bite a sensitive spot teasingly. he switches your places, kissing you when you're under him, wrapping your legs around his waist.  

"good morning, baby girl."

"good morning, love."

"slept well?"

"yes, but i think we need to get out of the bed, i have an early class today."

"i know your class schedule, we have enough time for a coffee and quick breakfast."

"hmm, what about shower?" you have a smile on your face, you know he can't resist anything when you smile like this, joyful sparks in your eyes, "would you like to join me?"

"well, you know i can't say no to you."

you get out of bed, taking off your shirt and your underwear. you are completely naked in front of him, he gets closer to you. he takes off his clothes and you wrap your legs around him, let him carry you to the bathroom.

under the water, you let yourself relax against your boyfriend's muscular chest, his arm sneaks around your waist, your hair slowly gets wet and falls on your shoulders. still holding on to him, you feel his hardness against your backside. you turn around facing him, holding his free hand and leading it between your legs. he looks so good under the water, his hair wet and shiny, waterdrops on his muscles. you desire him, your arms around his neck, not breaking the eye contact, he has his fingers on your swollen clit. he slowly rubs it, your eyes close for a moment.

"tell me what you want and it's yours, my love."

"your fingers. inside me, please."

"just my fingers?"

you shake your head, dizzy with the pleasure of warm water on your body and his skillful fingers on your clit. 

"aemond.."

"it's alright, i know what you want."

his fingers are inside you finally, you lean against the wall, his other hand holding your waist to help you with your balance. he moves his fingers in a way that you can't explain even in your right mind, his touches are only the ones you can get from someone who knows your body well, like him.

he feels your walls clenching hard around his fingers and once he makes sure you're ready, he lifts you up, your legs around him and his cock inside you. your arms around him, moans and whimperings make echoes in the bathroom. he is strong enough to control both of your bodies. he moves inside you, too beautiful and too sweet.

"i'm so close, aemond."

"i can feel it love, let go of yourself i will hold you."

you completely trust him and with a silent scream of his name, you come around his cock. he lets you have your peak, then pulls his cock out of you and comes on your lower abdomen. his breathing is quick, while yours is slow. after a delightful minute, you are on your feet, smiling satisfied. 

"feeling okay?"

"hmm, it was perfect."

he smirks at your words, starts washing your hair. he massages your scalp which feels so good, you can sleep right here. after your hair, you help him with his hair, almost jealous of how soft and beautiful it is.

with your bodies cleaned as well, you and aemond get out of shower, drying and wearing your clothes for the day. drinking coffee with a quick breakfast, both of you leave home for your classes, in the university you both attend.

today feels like the busiest day ever, you are about to burst into tears. after the blissful morning with aemond; because of your classes, assignments and lectures you feel like the morning was only a dream and you're stuck in this university-looking reality. finally it's over and you can take a deep breath. you don't see aemond during the day and you call him, only to find out he is just as tired and bored as you. 

he offers to go to a local pub, but not the one that has half of school every night, the one which has more quiet and calming vibe, possibly just a few people from school. you happily accept the offer and decide to meet him there. 

turns out, you both need a night out, talking, listening the songs the band plays and drinking. you are the type of person who gets drunk easier when you're tired, so you feel dizziness coming to you after a few drinks. he drinks slower than you, enjoying the moment, listening your words carefully and answering you, talking about anything and everything.

you finish your glass and realize his glass is empty too.

"another one, sweetheart?"

"yes, please."

he nods and walks away to get drinks. you pay more attention to the song playing when he is not here, it's one of your favorite songs, you start mumbling the lyrics and smiling. you see a man approaching you, not aemond, someone you don't know. you don't think he will talk to you, and don't really want to meet someone right now so you wait.

to your suprise, he actually talks to you.

"you like this song? i saw you singing to yourself, it's one of my favorites."

he seems kind and harmless so you answer back.

"yes, it's one of my favorites too."

slowly the conversation turns into something about songs and bands. he is a nice guy, handsome and charming maybe but you don't care. you already have the man who is nice, handsome and charming. you just enjoy a nice chat while waiting for aemond.

after a few minutes, you look around for aemond but he is not there. the guy who talks to you leans closer and says,

"do you wanna go somewhere else to drink or dance?"

you shake your head, and feel a hand on your lower waist. your boyfriend is there leaving your drink in front of you and looking at the guy with curious, stern eyes.

"she's with me."

the guy seems suprised, looking at you with a slight, stupid smirk on his face.

"we've been talking for minutes now, and she didn't say anything."

you look at him with confused eyes,

"why would i say something about my relationship in a normal conversation about songs?"

aemond senses your uncomfortable state, clearly you don't see the guy's real purpose. he starts to feel angry and tense.

"well, beautiful, you should have said that you have a boyfriend so i wouldn't waste my time here, talking with a girl who's not available."

you stare at his face with frustration, ready to make a comment that will put him in his place but your boyfriend is faster than you.

"if you don't want to waste your time in hospital, full of bruises i'd suggest you apologise for your shitty words and leave here without looking at her side again."

his voice is the coldest you hear, so calm yet so dangerous. the guy holds himself back, his eyes looking elsewhere.

"i'm sorry."

you don't say anything, he leaves. aemond holds you and helps you stand up. he cups your face around his hands,

"are you okay, my love?"

"yes. just angry maybe. can we leave?"

"of course."

he leads you out of the local pub. holding your waist, walking fast. there is a dark alley after a few blocks and he holds your hand, walking towards it. you walk with him but don't understand why he brings you here.

"aemond, why did we c-"

he holds you against the wall of a building, there is no light so you can't be seen by people. it's just you and him. his breathing hot against your lips.

he kisses you hungrily, holding your cheeks, caressing your hair. he keeps kissing you until he gets enough of it.

"are you okay, my love?"

he nods. he is angry, still but doesn't want to show it to you. there is something wrong with the situation, the way a man can think of his girl that way makes his blood boil. he gets jealous easily which doesn't help.

he thinks of anything that can harm you when he's not there, you are slightly drunk and don't think badly of a person who approaches to you and talks to you. there is nothing wrong with you. you are perfect and aemond wants to protect you from those who can think wrong of you.

"i just need you all for myself for a moment."

"i'm safe, aemond. i can take care of myself."

"i know you can take care of yourself, love. it's not about that."

he kisses you again and you don't resist, you know what he means. you bring your hand to his belt and open it, his trousers next. you take his cock out of his boxer and stroking it slowly.

"relax, love. you know we belong to each other."

he kisses your neck while touches you under your skirt. pulls your underwear to the side and puts his fingers inside you. the thought of your boyfriend touching you in a dark alley makes your legs shaking.

"you like this? being touched by me in an alley where anyone can walk in?"

"they will not see anything even if they come."

"yes, but they can hear your pretty sounds meant for me. can you be quiet for me, love?"

"hmm." you nod.

"good girl."

he lifts you and puts his cock inside you, the same position you have in the morning. this time he is not the calm, relaxed man; he is angry and fast who makes you wetter with groans in your ear and hands cupping your ass. his thrusts become faster and faster, you try to be quiet just like you said you would be, but it's too hard not to make any noise when it's so good. you bite his neck, bruising it, marking your spot.

he slows down and enjoys the last moments of your wetness, his breathing is slow as well.

"i'm going to come."

"inside me, aemond."

he relaxes and comes inside of you while rubbing your clit. your silent moans become a song meant only for his ears. finally you feel yourself clenching and coming around him. your legs are limp, you hold on to his neck to keep your balance. he stays inside you for a few more seconds. when you're on your feet, he helps you with your skirt and you help him with his trousers and his belt.

he kisses you, this time he's tired and calmer. you look at him with a knowing smile on your face.

"it's not about fucking possessing you. i just can't stand the idea of you with another man."

"we just proved ourselves that we belong together my love. i'm yours. not about the fucking possession, but still yours."

he kisses you with love. "and i'm yours."

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[mellowsadistic]

My adorable little girlfriend slept peacefully on the bed, enjoying her afternoon nap. She’d been so fussy earlier, whining about how she didn’t want to be a stupid baby who still wore nappies, but a quick trip over my knee had sorted out her attitude. Like a lot of women, she thought she was tough and independent, but a smacked bottom was all it took to put her in her place. No matter how grumpy or strong-willed a girl might be, if you give her a sore, red bottom she’ll turn into a sweet little angel for you, for a little while at least.

My silly little lady complained all the time about how I was taking away her adulthood and trying to turn her into some ridiculous diaper-dependent baby who needed a man to take care of her. She was right, of course. I wanted her utterly helpless, totally dependent on both me and her bulky adult nappies, just the way a woman should be.

But it wouldn’t be so bad! Sure, it would be very humiliating for an adult woman, especially one as strong-willed and independent as her, to be turned into an incontinent little Daddy’s girl. It would be impossible for her to keep going with her career, of course. She could hardly continue to be an intimidating businesswoman when she might wet or mess her nappy at any moment, and have to waddle off to find someone to change her, could she? But that was all for the best. She’d be much happier staying at home, crawling around on the floor and playing with her baby toys. No worries at all. When she got up from her nap, she wouldn’t even need to worry about getting dressed! Because in just her nappy, my little girl was fully dressed for the day. Gone were her tomboyish shirts and jeans, and her classy business suits, replaced by crinkly disposable diapers.

It was quite a change, one that had required a lot of spankings to enforce, but it was the most adorable thing in the world, watching my big baby waddle around in her soaked, sagging nappy while her enormous bare breasts, symbols of her womanhood, sloshed about on her chest like udders. It was the contrast between her exposed adult body and the yucky nappy she wore around her waist that was so delightful. Big girl on top (admittedly an embarrassed, bare-titted one) and baby on the bottom. I don’t know what humiliated her more, having her nappy permanently on display, ready for Daddy to slip his fingers into to check at any time, or having her melon-sized tits constantly bouncing and wobbling about wherever she went. Either way my blushy baby was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.

As I watched her dozing, I suddenly heard a faint hissing sound. Smiling broadly, I reached out to probe the front of her nappy, gently so as not to wake her. I could feel it warming beneath my fingers. My tough little businesswoman was pissing herself in her sleep. Her unpotty-training was coming along nicely. She was already a helpless bedwetter, and she’d recently started to have accidents during the day too. It wouldn’t be long until she was completely incontinent.

“Daddy…” she murmured in her sleep. “Dada…”

I felt my heart melting. I did take a sadistic pleasure in transforming her from a proud, independent women into a helpless, overgrown baby girl, taking away everything that she was and reducing her to a snivelling toddler, but I did love her as well. This really was for her own good. She’d be much happier as a big dumb baby than she ever was pretending to be a grown-up.

I slipped into bed with her and she cooed happily, half-asleep. I pulled her on top of me, so her head was resting on my chest. She immediately started drooling onto my shirt, and she smelled faintly of pee, but I didn’t care. She was just a big baby after all. I cuddled her close and stroked her back while she slept. My pet. My plaything. My sweet little Daddy’s girl. I was going to make sure she was well taken care of for the rest of her life, and if that meant taking her adult privileges away forever, then she would just have to get used to it.

#mellowsadistic

[variety-fangirl]

🔥🔥 body worship/praise with tasm!peter parker please!

Perfect To Me / tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Summary: Peter is a giver, loving to focus his time on your pleasure than his own. So, when you aren't feeling particularly good about your appearance, Peter helps show you just how beautiful you are to him.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS SHOO not much! Smut (unprotected p in v, praise kink, pet names (baby, princess, good girl), female oral receiving, light face grabbing, slight overstimulation), reader feeling unhappy in her appearance, mention of mental health issues and self-esteem, lmk if I missed anything!

Author's note: thank you so much for requesting! I love this idea 😍 hope this turns out how you wanted! I loved the idea, sorry it took so long to do, life's been hectic lately 😅. College has been kicking my ass haha. Liking, commenting, and reblogging really help me out. Thank you!

To anybody who's ever felt bad about themselves, their appearance, or felt like they weren't good enough: you are beautiful, no matter what you or anyone else thinks. You will always be good enough, strong enough, beautiful enough, and worth enough, please talk to someone if you need support, don't suffer alone! 💜💜

Word count: 2.1k

You arrived home to your shared apartment with Peter after a long day at work, your feet aching and your back sore. Today was a particularly hard day, you'd been overly tired and not feeling the best mentally as of late, and so your performance at work dipped a little. You made a few small mistakes and had a customer yell rude comments at you, making you feel worse. All you had thought about all day was getting home and taking a hot shower. Peter watched as you closed the door behind you, took off your shoes and coat, and went to the bathroom without saying a word. He frowned at the sound of the shower running and your light sniffles, shaky breaths leaving you. Peter got up from the couch and made his way to you, it wasn't often that he saw you like this but when he did, he knew what he needed to do.

You sobbed as you stood under the warm sprays of the shower, water flowing down your aching muscles. You looked down at your body and frowned, unhappy with the way you looked. Especially when that one man called you worthless and pathetic at work for making a minor mistake, it fuelled the insecurity and hate you already felt in yourself. You already had a rough few weeks of feeling down and bad about yourself, you didn't need the added extra bullshit from random arseholes at your place of work. The tears continued to fall quickly down your cheeks, mixing with the warm shower water. All you wanted was to have a nice shower, use your favourite body lotion and spray, and get into bed with your boyfriend to cuddle.

You sigh as you hear the bathroom door open, the gentle patter of feet walking across the cold tiles in your direction. You heard shuffling and gentle thuds of objects landing on the floor, and the clinking of the metal rings of the shower curtain being moved. Peter got in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning over to kiss your neck. The overwhelming feeling of your loving boyfriend's comfort pushes you over the edge, more tears breaking free as a sob escapes. Your body shakes in Peter's arms as he holds you, hands grabbing to pull him closer as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. Peter understood you so well, better than you know yourself sometimes, that he provided you with what you needed without having to ask. It made you feel so loved, cared for, and listened to. He took the time to make notes of what you needed in times of need and struggle, showering you with love and affection.

As your tears stopped and your breathing went back to normal, you started to wash your body to actually shower. You didn't really feel any better but the crying allowed you to release some of the tension you had felt about everything over the last couple of weeks. The soapy loofa was grabbed from your hands by Peter, "let me take care of you, baby, just relax." he whispered in your ear, placing a gentle affectionate kiss on the side of your neck. You nod, a soft sob escaping as you let your loving boyfriend wash you. You appreciated that he was taking care of you without prompt, he genuinely wanted to make you feel better and do what he could to show you he cared. You sometimes wondered how you managed to get someone so loving and thoughtful, someone, who so selflessly helped others without anything in return.

Peter took his time in caring for you, making sure he was attentive in his actions. He took extra special attention when washing your hair with your favourite shampoo and conditioner, scratching his fingers across your scalp to loosen as much tension as possible. He made sure to lather every inch of your body in your favourite body wash, giving your back a light massage as he went. With every action he could feel your body relaxing against him, your back gently and slowly slumping against his chest. A soft moan of appreciation leaves you as he works on your shoulders, your mouth hanging open as the tight knots loosen and your sore muscles begin to feel less tense. You could feel Peter harden against your ass, and despite how you were feeling, you could feel your pussy become wet with arousal.

"Sorry baby, you're just so beautiful and when you make those little noises, I can't help it," he whispers into your neck, his voice shaky and almost breathless. His hands travelled down to your waist, holding you as close to him as he possibly could. You couldn't help the thought that popped into your mind, the insecurities and self-doubt still looming in the back of your mind. "I'm not" it slipped out before you could catch it, before you could stop the dreaded words from leaving your mouth. You knew Peter would hate that you were doubting yourself and take it personally, feeling that he wasn't loving you enough for there to be doubt. You felt Peter's hands tense on your waist, his fingers digging in but not enough to hurt you, he wasn't happy.

"What?" he muttered, turning you to face him, his tone hurt and filled with disbelief. You face him slowly, keeping your eyes on his naked wet chest to avoid his intense stare. You sigh, "I'm not beautiful." you whisper, exhausted with your current mental state, just wishing you could believe his words. Peter grabs your chin firmly and forces you to look at him, a gasp leaving you at his force, he'd never been this harsh with you before. "Look at me, you stop that right now. You're the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on," Peter grabs your hand and places it on his throbbing hard cock, "look at what you do to me, I'm so hard for you baby." He groans as your fingers grasp him firmly, wrapping around his massive length.

You whimper as he lightly fucks your hand, his face moving into the crook of your neck. "You're so beautiful," he whispers breathlessly as he works his lips across the wet skin, sucking to leave marks in the areas he knew were particularly sensitive to his touch. "I'm going to show you, you want that?" he asks as he stops his actions and pulls back to look at you for reassurance and the 'okay' to continue, he knew you'd had a bad day and didn't want to push you if you didn't want to do anything. He smiles as you nod, his lips connecting with yours in a passionate kiss. As his mouth explored yours, he reached behind you to turn the shower off and led you to the middle of the bathroom. He broke away to gently dry you both, neither wanting to have a wet bed to sleep in that night.

You lay down on your back on the bed, wet with anticipation of what Peter had in mind. His mouth latches onto your left nipple, licking and sucking while his hand plays with the other, pinching the swollen nub in his fingertips. Your panting with need, eyes watching his every action. You watch as Peter kisses his way down your body, taking his time and teasing you as much as possible until you were squirming with need. When he finally reaches where you need him most after what felt like hours but was probably only ten minutes, you're dripping with arousal. His fingers dip into your needy hole with ease, slipping straight into you to the knuckles without restraint, "Jesus baby! Your so wet for me, such a good girl." You whimper at the praise, your pussy clenching around his fingers inside you.

Peter slowly pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy as his mouth attaches to your clit, earning a gentle whimper of approval from you. You can feel him smile against you, his eyes staring up at you with a look of pure hunger and lust, it felt so intense that you had to look away. You felt Peter's mouth move away, your head snapping back to wonder why he'd stopped. "Nu-uh, you watch me, princess. Don't take your eyes off me," he commanded, waiting for your nod before continuing. You give him what he wanted, making sure to keep your eyes on him as he worked you closer to your orgasm with each passing moment, his fingers still pumping slowly. He didn't take his eyes from yours, making sure you were watching him pleasure you, he wanted you to see how much he enjoyed pushing you over the edge.

Peter knew you were close when he felt you clench around his fingers harshly and fingers pulled at his hair, your back arching and mouth open wide with panting breaths. It took everything in you not to look away or close your eyes as you came all over his fingers and mouth, explosions of pure pleasure clouding your vision. Peter's crash to yours, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue as he explored your mouth. He wasted no time in lining himself up with your dripping entrance, looking at you for permission. You nodded frantically, needing him to fuck all the bad thoughts away. You both gasp as he slowly entered you, your slick allowing him to thrust fully to the hilt without pain or struggle. You were so wet and ready for him that you asked him to move immediately, "fuuuuuck baby, you're so goddamn wet for me." Peter groaned, the sound of your juices filling the room along with skin slapping.

His thrusts were quick, dragging against your walls with precision to hit all the right angles, and slamming back into you with intent. His cock hit your g-spot repeatedly, his finger returning to your clit in slow circles to stimulate you further. "Fuck Peter." you moaned loudly, head thrown back, nails dragging down the skin of his back. You felt like you were going to explode with all the pleasure coursing through your body, pushing you over the edge once again with a loud scream of Peter's name. He slowed his thrusts down once you rode your high, taking a slow but passionate pace instead. Peter's hands roamed your body, appreciating every dip and curve, every perfectly imperfect inch of you that he loved unconditionally.

"I love you, baby, you're so perfect to me." Peter moaned as he pulled you into a mind-numbingly passionate kiss, one that took your breath away as he pulled away to nestle into the crook of your neck. "I love you too, so fucking much." you sobbed, tears flowing down your cheeks, your body was overwhelmed with blissful pleasure and intense adoration from your boyfriend. "So so perfect," Peter whispered to himself with a deep groan as he secured your legs around his waist and pulled your body close to his, cradling your head in between his arms so you could stare into one another eyes as he fucked you senseless. You could feel another orgasm approaching despite your clit throbbing with overstimulation, "you can give me another one baby, you've been so good for me. Cum with me." Peter pecked your lips as his thumb found its way to your clit, pushing you over the edge.

You scream as you see stars in your vision, your whole body shaking in ecstasy. Your pussy clenching harshly around Peter's cock sent him over the edge, his hot cum filling you over and over again as he rode you both your highs. Peter collapsed on top of you, both sweaty panting messes, careful though not to crush you. You both took a moment to catch your breaths as you bask in the euphoric bliss and try to regain feeling in your body again. Once Peter's cock softens inside you he gently pulls out and grabs a washcloth to clean you. You wince with sensitivity as he tries his best to gently clean you, kissing your thighs as he goes along to apologise. Tiredness overtook you once again, you knew you'd get a good night's sleep tonight.

Peter lies on his back and pulls you to lie on top of him, his large warm arms enveloping you, they made you feel safe and loved, wanted by the one person who always managed to make everything better. Peter continued to whisper sweet nothings and compliments into your ear as his lips kiss every inch of skin he could reach without disturbing you, his fingertips tracing gentle patterns over your skin until you fell asleep. Peter would remind you however many times it would take to convince you that you were beautiful, and to him, you would always be beautiful in his eyes no matter what. His beautiful perfect girl.

#fluff #y/n #peter parker x y/n #peter parker smut #tasm!spiderman x reader #the amazing spiderman #mcu #peter parker #tasm!spider man #tasm!peter parker #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter smut

[fillinforlater]

A Collection for a Special Date: Part IV

Male Reader x Kim Minju

Length: 1000 words

Tags: fluff, hand-holding, nursing, healthy relationship, cute, a bit of teasing, cuddling, sick_gf!Minju

TW: I wrote this in 15 minutes, because Minju best girl, so no editing lol.

(A/N: Happy Birthday to my Minmin. Her birthday is almost over, but I hope she had a blast and will have a great time being 22 years old. Man, I love her so much, ahhhh.)

“Can you hold my hand for a little longer?”

Is it weird to call a sick person cute? Surely it must depend on the context. The way Minju lays in her bed, blanket up to her chin, everything but her face hidden, and said face in a fever blush, who wouldn’t think that she is cute? Doesn’t help that she has your heart in a tight grip with each syllable that leaves her tender lips.

“Of course I can.”

You smile at her. She returns a weak smile of her own and shuffles out her hand from underneath her blanket. You take the small, smooth palm into yours. It’s covered in sweat, in fact, there is sweat all over her pale body, except for the blush which increases noticeably. 

“But do you maybe want me to bring you something? I can get some more water. Remember, you need to drink a lot when you’re sick.”

“Thank you, but I think I drank enough already.”

“What about yogurt? We have vanilla or strawberry—something to eat will definitely help you feel better.”

Minju’s smile grows and she quickly averts her eyes. Her head is turned to the bright, baby blue wall of her room. You imagine her remembering how the two of you painted the dull gray in two afternoons because you got distracted on the first day. The paint on your clothes, the stupid laughter, as if you were children. But no one was looking, no one was judging, it was pure joy. 

“Thank you, but I don’t need yogurt. I-I just want you to stay here, with me.”

Minju’s voice is tiny. Her hand presses down on yours with all the strength in her weakened body. You warned her back at the lake that she would catch a cold if she stayed in the water for too long. She did not listen and you did not stop her. She just looked perfect, innocently splashing around in the water. Minju wasn’t as innocent an hour earlier, where she beat you in a one on one race across the lake. It was a strong reminder for you that her body isn’t only a gorgeous piece of art, but also quite agile and durable. In the end, it wasn’t able to fend up the cold though. Poor Minju.

“Aw, you’re so adorable, Minju. But what if I have to go to the toilet? You probably don’t want me kneeling her and peeing myself, hm?”

A frown on Minju’s face as she lets go of your hand.

“I will wait here, but please, hurry up.”

You hide your mouth behind a shy hand and chuckle. This girl melts your already molton heart again and again. You feel warm around her all the time, and now it’s even warmer. Warmth stronger than lava or the sun—it’s what they call love, you assume. 

“No, no, I’m kidding.”

Lean in and kiss her forehead. Piping hot skin on your dry lips. Minju gasps and squirms. Her hand reaches for your wrist, which she holds onto throughout your seconds on her temple—and then her lips. Eyes close, hearts race, breaths become more rapid. It’s a natural reaction, yet it feels so unnatural, surreal, absurd. What are the odds to find someone that makes you feel this way? 

No matter how small these odds are, the odds to have perfect synergy are exponentially lower, yet you try to defy even those odds. Usually, the two of you would get faster and deeper in your kisses, but with Minju’s current state, you keep it slow and lazy. Her heated face does not evoke the heated desire in you. You remain calm and cherish the feeling of her lips and only the feeling of her lips. 

You loosely entwine your fingers with hers and rest your elbow beside her head. This position is strange, however, no one would be able to pull you away from Minju. The touch of her lips is magnetic, to the point where you merge with her and lose your fragile grasp on reality. Where do you end and where does she start? You are one with her, so it doesn’t matter.

“Hm, I want something now.”

Minju’s hum into the kiss is like a faint, cold gust of wind at the beach. You're unable to ignore it, unable to not enjoy it, unable to not get light goosebumps. 

“What is it, my darling?”

“C-Can you come in a-and cuddle with m-me?”

Careful not to end the kiss, you open up the blanket and quickly sneak underneath it. Luckily, it’s big enough to trap the two of you under cozy, cotton goodness. This position is a lot more comfortable. You two can share a kiss and hold hands and feel the heat your bodies produce. 

Suddenly, Minju’s hand is on your chest. She struggles at first to grab the fabric or hem of your t-shirt, but when she succeeds, nothing separates the two of you. Her sweaty pajama leaves stains on your clothes, but of course you pull her into a tight hug. So she really wanted to cuddle. You’re all here for it, even if you might get sick too.

“Just like this.”

“Okay, Minmin.”

“Don’t let me go, please.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

You look into her face, deeply, to examine her expression. The fever seems to be fading, she is less tense and her muscles relax under your touch and gaze. Minju looks confused, but still smiles.

“Is there something on my face?”

You lean towards her ear.

“Minju, I love you.”

Your girlfriend sucks air through her nostrils as her body jumps. 

“I love you too.”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you~”

“I said—I love you too, pabo!”

You have a dream. The next day, Minju will do better. The day after that, she will be fully healthy again. Four weeks later, you will be sick and she will nurse you. All things will come full circle, again and again, until you marry her.

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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Babysitter next door ; König x fem!OC ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

❝SUMMARY OF CHAP 3: Jasmine wakes up, ready for her second - and last - day of babysitting Ella. König is finally getting ready to come home, but first, he shares his thoughts and feelings about Jas with Ghost and Soap. Once he gets home, he can’t really contain himself…❞

❝PAIRINGS AND WARNINGS (NSFW): dirty thoughts, male masturbation.❞

w.c: 4200 ; part 3/? ;

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Birds were chirping on the balcony outside the big window, from which the sun entered the room and warmed Jasmine's skin, along with a fresh breeze tickling it; clean, soft silk sheets hugging her body, her nose breathing in their strong scent - König's scent, precisely - while her hair laid on the silk pillowcase. What other best way to wake up?

Oh, right... if only he was there.

If only König was there to hold her tight against his strong body, his warmth radiating through her. To caress her hair, move it out of her face and kiss her cheek softly, careful not to wake her up. To lower his caresses along her shoulder, causing her to shiver, while he decided to kiss her neck, shoulder and arm. And when Jas would wake up to that, he would whisper in her ear "Good morning, love". And she would blush and giggle and turn around to hug him and kiss him and tell him "5 more minutes", cuddling and holding him tightly, never wanting to let him go. Never wanting to leave that bed.

Jas couldn't stop fantasizing about him, apparently. She went to sleep thinking about him, and woke up with the same thoughts. She couldn't help herself into at least trying to deny how she felt toward König.

Two months earlier, when Jasmine moved, Ella was the curious one, wanting to know who the new neighbor was. She asked her daddy if they could knock on her door and welcome her in the new apartment. And since König can't say no to his daughter - especially when she looks at him with such cute puppy eyes - he accepted.

The two got dressed, grabbed some of the cookies König had prepared the evening before, and headed to the door next to theirs. It was half open, boxes and suitcases all around, waiting to be unpacked inside the new home.

König curiously looked inside, taking a peek of the apartment, when Jasmine suddenly opened the door fully and jolted when she saw the immensely tall man and his daughter. She nearly gasped, bringing her hand to her chest and laughing out of relief. Neighbors.

«Hallo! I'm Ella!» the little girl squealed. «Welcome!»

Jasmine looked down at her and smiled warmly, extending her hand to Ella. «Hi! My name is Jasmine.»

«Like the princess from Aladdin!» Ella exclaimed happily. Jas giggled at the sight of that energetic sweet girl getting so excited about her name.

«Papa, give her the cookies!» Ella whispered, but Jas could hear, as his daughter grabbed and pulled on his shirt.

König chuckled and handed the basket with cookies to the new neighbor. «Welcome to the neighborhood, Jasmine, I'm König. I made these yesterday evening-»

«They are amazing!» Ella exclaimed, interrupting her daddy, her energy contagious.

Jas accepted the basket and as König extended his hand to her, she smiled and shook it with hers. The moment their hands touched, Jasmine could feel the roughness of his big hand, and some calluses on his palm. Meanwhile, König could sense how small and soft her hand was compared to his, contrasting with his own.

It was a strange yet pleasurable feeling, mostly for König. He was feeling quite lonely lately, given he hasn't dated nor seen anyone for... a very long time, and he was so touch starved that a woman's touch could've easily turned his hormones crazy. Even just a simple handshake.

Jasmine gulped at the intensity of König's eyes looking at her, making her knees feel like jelly already. It was no secret how attractive the man was, and Jasmine wasn't blind.

«Here, let me help you.» König offered, his voice deep and manly, removing his hand from hers and grabbing one of the boxes left, stepping inside after Ella.

«Oh...» Jasmine started, attempting to tell him it wasn't necessary, that she could do everything on her own. But having this mountain of a muscular man in your new home, ready to help you unpack your stuff and maybe even help you reach some shelves that are too high for you, was an offer that no one could ever deny. «Thank you...»

«It's my pleasure.» König replied, easily picking up the other boxes while Jasmine placed the cookies on the table, grabbed her last suitcase and closed the door.

Ella sat down a chair and watched her dad and the new neighbor unpack her things and decor the kitchen and the living room. «How old are you, Jasmine?»

«Ella...» König attempted to scold her, but Jasmine chuckled and shook her head, as if to tell him everything was fine.

«I am 23 years old, Ella. Soon to be 24.» she answered. «And what about you?»

«I'm 9! I will turn 10 in three months!» Ella replied, smiling warmly at her. «I will have a beautiful party for my birthday! Daddy promised that he will take the day off to celebrate with me!»

Jasmine smiled at Ella, and then looked at König, still smiling. «What do you do?» she asked, out of curiosity.

«I'm an Austrian soldier.» König answered, «I'm a Colonel, more precisely.»

Her brows lifted as she looked up at him and smiled, nodding in understanding. Jas could've imagined it, really. His muscles and his overall built could've only been either a soldier's or a bodybuilder's.

«Should I call you 'Sir'?» she joked, gaining a chuckle from König.

Despite the thought of Jasmine calling him that was tempting, he laughed it off. «That's only for my coworkers.» he said with a smile. «Please, call me König.»

The rest of that day went on pretty quickly, as Ella and König helped Jasmine with some of her stuff, keeping her company. She was glad she found herself two amazing neighbors, curious to know her better and that already liked her a lot.

The months passed and Jasmine was often invited to König's apartment to eat with him and Ella, sometimes at lunch, sometimes at dinner.

Ella found a friend in her, despite their age difference. Jas was a very good friend to her, always available if she wanted to play dolls, have a tea party or watch Disney movies. And König couldn't be happier. Knowing that her daughter was happy filled his heart with love and adoration, and he was happy, too.

Jasmine soon grew to be a good friend for König as well, as he sometimes even helped her with her studies and repetitions. She would invite him and Ella over, and while Ella would watch cartoons and play with her dolls, König would help Jasmine practicing and reviewing her notes for her University exams.

A smile appeared on her lips as she thought about all that, and how thankful she was to have him and Ella in her life. Though, she would've never believed she would sleep in König's bed while babysitting his girl. It was a strange feeling.

She stood up, changed into her clothes and redid the bed, folding the shirt she wore for sleeping and putting it back into König's closet.

Then, she walked toward the bathroom and washed her face, ready for the second day of babysitting Ella.

König couldn't really help himself either. Since Jasmine moved, he wasn't the same König as he used to. He was more tense, more cautious, more protective - of himself and of Ella, especially. But he wished he could show Jas his protective side, too.

He felt a strange urge to protect her, and he didn't really know why. He couldn't put it into words. The only way he could describe it, was that he felt drawn to her. Not only because Jasmine was pretty and beautiful and gorgeous, but mostly because of her personality.

Jasmine was always so welcoming, so kind and nice to everyone, sweet and adorable. «She's just... perfect.» König whispered, as he explained his two friends, Ghost and Soap, the situation and the way he felt.

They were on the bus, at that moment, heading back toward the base. Their mission was a success, and they were ready to pack their belongings and return home.

«Maybe you should try and talk to her about it?» Soap suggested. Then, a soft chuckle escaped his lips, his tone more playful. «I've never thought I'd hear you talking about a woman like this, Colonel.»

König felt his cheeks warm up a little, as he sighed. «You think so?»

«How old is she?» Ghost joined the conversation, his tone a bit more husky compared to Soap's.

König gulped at that question. He hadn't mentioned it yet, knowing it could've probably been a bit of a surprise. «She's, uhh... soon to be 24.»

Soap's eyes widened as he blinked twice, his brows lifting in surprise. Ghost's eyes remained inexpressive, as he leaned back in his seat. «She's... young.»

«I know! I-I know...» König stuttered, his cheeks turning pinkish, «but she's so adorable. I really like her, despite our age difference.»

Soap sighed deeply, patting König's shoulder. «I still think you should talk to her. Perhaps, don't make it obvious at first... maybe ask her a couple questions, and try to figure out if she might be interested in older men. I think this is the best advice I can give you...»

Simon looked at König as the Austrian sighed and threw his head back, hitting the bus window. His voice cracked a bit, as he spoke: «Maybe I should just... forget her. But it's too difficult.»

«You only say this because you haven't dated anyone in a while.» Soap tried to reassure him. «The women you've dated were all younger, no?»

«But never that younger.» König said, emphasizing the 'that'. He shook his head, closing his eyes.

And now he couldn't stop thinking about what would happen if he revealed the way he felt to Jas. What would she say? Would she return his feelings? Or... would she reject him?

«Relax, bud.» Ghost tried his best to attempt a reassuring tone. «You've gone through so much, and you're a damn Colonel. A fearless soldier protectin' his country. You can do this.»

«And...» Soap said, a small cheeky grin on his lips, «did you know that it's many women's dream to be with a soldier like you? I highly think Jasmine could be one of them.»

König laughed at his playful and teasing tone, «How are you so sure?»

Soap shook his head, rolling his eyes. «Man, just look at yourself!» he said, gesturing at his whole figure, like it was already obvious what he was hinting at. «We've all seen your built and your muscles already, and trust me, any person on this earth would die to spend a night with you.»

König chuckled, shaking his head a little. But he was also happy to hear those words.

«Plus, you might look terrifying and intimidating, but you have such a kind heart, and it shows by the way you treat your daughter.» Soap added, his voice shifting into a more soft tone. «You're a kind and strong man. Anyone would be happy to have someone like you by their side.»

König now smiled at how reassuring Soap sounded, making him feel better about himself.

«I agree, obviously.» Ghost spoke, his voice deep and inexpressive as always. But König could tell he was sincere.

For the rest of the trip toward the base, König had his eyes closed and kept thinking about Jas. Her smile. Her hair. Her hands. How soft spoken and genuine she was. How beautiful, gorgeous she was.

He kept thinking about her pretty eyes and how she had to lift her chin up to look at him and talk to him. And how pretty she looked with her glasses on, when he helped her study. And how adorable she looked every time she smiled at him, for whatever reason.

And he began imagining how gorgeous she would look like while wearing one of his shirts. How her soft skin would feel like against his own, and how her smaller frame - since she was much shorter compared to him - would cuddle against his body as he was the big spoon, hugging her tight from behind and wrapping his arm around her waist and pull her closer by also holding her shoulders.

How it would feel to kiss her cheeks, her forehead, the tip of her nose. Her hands, her shoulders, her neck, her back, and all the way down her body. Every single inch of her. He wouldn't allow his lips not to cover her whole body in kisses. Kisses that would turn into nibbles and small bites around her most sensitive areas, that he would acknowledge once he got the opportunity, and he would mark her with the shape of his teeth. Bites that would turn into hickies. On her neck. Collarbone. Chest. Thighs.

How easily he could pick her up and push her against the wall of any room of his apartment. Messily place her on the table and consume her as his breakfast, lunch, dinner. How easily he could throw her on his bed, pin her down and take her wrists into one hand, while the other would be occupied into making her squirm underneath him.

How gorgeous Jas would look if he bent her over, handcuffing her with his hand, pushing her close to the edge again and again and pushing her head down on the sheets, blowing her brains out and hearing those sweet, heavenly moans and whimpers escaping her mouth. How her hands would grip the sheets above her head. How he would press his chest against her back, moving her hair out of her face and gathering it into a ponytail in his fist to pull it, his hips grinding against hers. Pounding into her.

And then he opened his eyes. Widened them. He looked around and noticed all the soldiers asleep around him. Thank God. He gulped, his cheeks flushed red as he searched for his mask and put it on, just in case.

And he tried his best to cover the big bulge in his cargo pants, using his helmet. He sighed, feeling ashamed and guilty of imagining such things about Jasmine. How would he be able to look at her now...?

Back at the base, König was packing his stuff, while thinking of his precious daughter. He couldn't wait to see her again and most importantly, tell her that he would take a whole week off, to celebrate her birthday properly. Ella's reaction to that would be unforgettable.

He sighed, lost deep in thoughts: he often felt kind of guilty, wondering if he was a good dad for Ella, and what he could do to be better. Yes, when he was with her it felt amazing, and König felt like the luckiest dad ever. But when he was away from her... it was awful. He missed her a lot, couldn't stay away from her. Couldn't bare it.

Several hours later, König and his colleagues were ready to leave the base and return home. He spent some time with Ghost and Soap before their plane took off.

«So... will you talk to that girl once you get home?» Ghost asked him, while they sat next to each other.

«Well... I think I will.» König answered.

«Hell yes, you must!» Soap joined the conversation, setting his suitcase down at his feet. He sat near Ghost, as their conversation continued.

«Ugh, I don't need any more pressure!» König laughed subtly, throwing his head back.

Soap laughed with him, while Ghost only let out a soft little chuckle. «C'mon... it's obvious you want her badly.» Ghost whispered, slightly teasing him now. «It's obvious you think 'bout her all the time, don't cha?»

König looked at Ghost with slight surprised, and laughed nervously. «Are you teasing me now?»

«Mh-hm.» he simply replied, looking in his eyes. «You didn't answer my question yet.»

König sighed, looking away. «Fuck, of course I do.» he admitted. «I... I even have naughty, filthy and dirty thoughts about her and I feel so guilty about it.»

«Oh?» Soap exclaimed. «Do tell. This is gettin' interesting.»

König chuckled lightly, shaking his head slightly. «She's... so delicate, and so much smaller compared to me. I tower over her easily and... it... turns me on when she lifts her head to look in my eyes.» he said. «She's so innocent, or at least she looks like it. And the mere thought that I could take her innocence turns me on, so fucking much... I know I could... ruin her, in the best way possible. And that thought haunts me, making me want to do it.»

Ghost and Soap listened carefully, and then Ghost sighed, amused. «So... you fantasize of dominating her, basically.»

«But it's not just that.» König quickly said. From what he said, it seemed like he only wanted her body, but he wanted her whole. «I crave everything about her. I want all of her: mind, soul, heart... and her body is just something more. I know she's young but she's... whole. Mature, open minded, sweet, caring... she's everything one could ever ask for, you know?»

Soap smiled, exclaiming an «Aww!» and throwing a playful punch at König. Ghost chuckled, his tone playful as he whispered: «Someone's horny and in love.»

König hid his face with his mask, not wanting his blush to be too noticeable. He decided to use the time on the plane to get some rest, thinking of Jas in the meanwhile.

The flight was relaxing for all the soldiers, who were drained and tired from their previous missions. All of them were sleeping, since it was pretty late as well. It was around 1 am when they landed, and it took König an hour to get home.

He knew he would find Ella sleeping already, but he would wake her up the next morning with waffles, chocolate and kisses.

As he finally arrived in his apartment, the lights were off apart from the kitchen and the tv in the living room. He tilted his head, placed his suitcase near the front door and walked toward the tv, wanting to turn it off. He imagined Jasmine and Ella forgot about it and went to sleep.

Instead, König found Jas sleeping on the couch, seemingly comfortable on it. He smiled at the sight, she was adorable.

He grabbed the remote and turned the tv off, while trying not to wake her up. He gulped, and decided to pick her up gently, princess style, and carry her to his bed, where she would be more comfortable.

She wasn't too heavy for him, given the weights he was used to lift. He made sure to be as gentle as possible, positioning her on his bed and under his sheets. She looked so peaceful when she was asleep, so sweet and delicate. An angel.

He sighed, turning around and grabbing some fresh and clean clothes to change in. He went to the bathroom aiming to take a shower, warm and relaxing so he could get a better sleep.

He undressed, and looked in the mirror for a moment. He wasn't so bad, afterall. Maybe... maybe he had a chance with Jasmine. Maybe she could've liked him. Maybe...

He stepped in the shower, the hot water pouring all over his body, relaxing his muscles and the stress he was feeling. But although it helped relief his nerves, it worsened his... arousal.

Especially because he just couldn't get his fucking mind off Jas. And how pretty, innocent and gorgeous she looked. And those fucking lips of hers, oh God...

She would be the death of him.

He ran his fingers through his hair, hoping those thoughts would go away as well as his growing erection. But it didn't. Oh, no, it fucking didn't.

König sighed, his hand slowly reaching his hardened member. He was hesitant, he didn't want to jerk off thinking about her. But he simply couldn't fucking help it.

His eyes closed, his hand wrapped around it. Slowly, he started stroking it up and down, his heart beating a little faster with each stroke. With each movement. He began moving his hand a bit faster, also reaching his tip, already leaking with pre-cum.

He threw his head back, hitting the wall. The movements became faster, harder. He began groaning, moaning. Did he feel guilty for what he was doing? Yes. Did it matter, in that moment? No, not really.

All that mattered now, was for him to reach the release he was chasing. The orgasm he needed. His big and rough hand moved even faster, not allowing him to waste any more time.

He gulped, letting out a loud moan covered by the sound of the water pouring down. He was rough with himself and was even rougher when he had a partner to please. He lived for the full experience, and wanted to feel and make others feel fucking amazing.

His moans were louder, muffled by him biting his lower lip. His hand moved on his own, despite it began to hurt due to the speed and the force he was using on himself.

The release he was chasing was close, he just needed to keep going until he came. And so he did, keeping his movements steady and powerful. Keeping his mind occupied by thoughts about Jas, and how perfect she would look like naked, pressed against his body while he fucked her brains out. While he pulled whimpers out of her mouths and made her cry and gag around his dick.

And when he came with a long and shaky moan, he imagined Jasmine swallowing his cum, tasting it. It would feel so fucking good, he just knew it.

He sighed heavily, his heart beating faster as he stroke his cock the last few times, more weakly and gentle now. He soon came to a stop, with one long sigh.

He opened his eyes, and washed himself off of this dirty act, this shameful thing that he did. He then exited the shower and realized he forgot to bring his clothes in the bathroom, but left them in his bedroom.

He walked toward it wearing only his towel secured around his waist, his feet making loud thuds in the silence of the apartment. Once he opened the door to his room, he found Jasmine awake, still in his bed, but sat on it.

«Oh, Jas.» König smiled softly. «I thought you'd be still sleeping.»

Jasmine looked at him and her lips parted. He was only wearing a towel, and nothing else. His muscular and toned body was exposed, there for her to look at it. And he was just how she'd imagined him to be. Broad shoulders, sculpted chest and abs, defined V lines and a subtle happy trail, leading to the huge - because Jas was sure it was fucking huge, she just knew it - dick he was hiding underneath that damn towel.

«I... did I fall asleep in here? I'm sorry-» Jas began, but König interrupted her.

«You were sleeping on the couch. Thought you'd be more comfortable in bed.»

Jasmine blinked twice at that. She was supposed to thank him, for being so thoughtful and caring, carrying her to his bed just so that she could get a better sleep. But she was only able to stare right at him as if he was a piece of art. A marble statue, by Michelangelo. But better than his David.

And when he turned around to gather his clothes, his back faced her. And what a heavenly view it was. His muscles flexed with each movement he did, and she couldn't stop staring. He was so damn hot, unbelievably hot.

Jasmine gulped as he turned around once more, looking at her now. «I, uhh...» she stuttered, standing up and shyly trying to hide the blush on her face. «I should go home now, I think...»

König tilted his head, walking toward her. Jasmine's eyes nervously darted around the room, avoiding direct eye contact. But König wasn't going to allow her looking away now.

He gently grabbed her chin with his thumb and index finger, lifting her head so that she could look into his eyes, and not elsewhere. «Please stay.»

Jasmine's blush intensified as he made her look into his eyes. Her lips slightly parted, and the tension between them felt thicker.

But König quickly removed his hand, sighing deeply. «Stay in bed. I'll... take the couch. I'd like to surprise Ella tomorrow morning, so... I was thinking you could wake her up...»

«Oh...» Jasmine whispered, looking away. «S-So... it's a surprise?»

Truth was König didn't plan to make any surprise. But he was lacking of courage in that moment. Especially after seeing the shy and innocent look in Jasmine's eyes. He wasn't ready. And she wasn't either.

«Yes.» he replied with a smile. «Yes, it is...»

Jasmine smiled back at him, taking a deep breath. «Ella will love that.»

König gulped. The tension in that room was obvious, now to the both of them. And it was overwhelming, intoxicating. He cleared his throat, and lifted a hand attempting to caress her cheek, but decided against it leaving his arm mid air.

«Good night, Jas.» König whispered, approaching her forehead with his lips. And although he was hesitant about kissing it, he did. A simple and innocent gesture to show her that he cared.

His lips felt soft and smooth against her skin, and it was a warm and tender kiss, very gentle. Jasmine smiled softly, her cheeks slightly blushing. «Good night, König.»

~ smninthisworldd ; please do not copy.

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Shenanigans EXTRA (2/2) - Drum Contest! (THE END)

Summary: Katsuki has been struggling to propose to Y/N for months now. He comes up with a silly idea.

Shouto meets his long lost brother.

Warnings: Swear words. A lot of mentions of the naughty, but only in passing. Mentions of ding dongs. No actual smut though. 16+

Helpful note:

To make it easier I tried to play around with names to make it obvious who's who, so...

Izuku - Normal Izuku

Deku, Midoriya - Other world's Izuku

Katsuki - Normal Katsuki

Bakugou - Other world's Katsuki

I hope that helps!

First Chapter Master List

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After a few minutes of silence the team finally calms down enough to actually start a proper conversation. Deku and Todoroki is sprawled out on the bed with Izuku and Shouto sitting on the edges, talking about hero life and Izuku’s battle scars.

You and your other self, together with the two Katsukis are sitting on the floor in one of the corners with your backs resting on the wall.

“So was it hard to find me in this universe?” You ask Bakugou, who looks away sheepishly with a slight blush on his face.

“Well… I had to work my ass off for months to have enough money and freedom to leave for a few weeks but funnily enough, I literally bumped into her in my first day. Then… it just happened. I barely had to do anything. It really felt like it was meant to be. Fucking freaky.”

“Yeah.” Your other self speaks up. “My friends thought I’m bonkers for meeting this random guy from another country every day to study together. But I just…couldn’t get enough of him.” She cuddles into Bakugou and you can’t hide the smile on your face as you look at the two lovesick idiots. They are so different from you two yet so similar at the same time; the love is just as deep but in a different kind of display. Their love is pure and romantic, a relationship full of hope and dreams while yours is more mature, more realistic yet just as bright, just as strong, if not stronger.

“Being in a long distance relationship really sucked.” Bakugou admits.

“Tell me about it!” Deku yells from the bed. “I was so done with waking up to you two having phone sex almost every single day!”

“Oh, shut up, we didn’t…” Bakugou is about to retort, but your other self laughs.

“No, we… did that quite a lot.”

“I knew it!” Apparently, Deku is more than happy to finally get a closure after wondering about all the weird noises coming from his best friend’s room.

“I’ve never done that.” Katsuki mutters next to you, looking offended like it’s your fucking fault.

“We literally moved in together almost right away. We work at the same agency. Damn, you live in the same building as your workplace, we literally could just run home and…”

“You did not do that. Did you?!” Izuku yelp from the bed, face beet red.

“Oh we did.” Katsuki gives him a shit eating smirk, clearly enjoying Izuku’s embarrassment.

“Going home is better than doing it in the locker room. I think.” Shouto mutters and that’s when Izuku decides he needs to get some water from the bathroom. He’ll be really disappointed when he realizes he can’t flush himself down the toilet.

“Fuck, I have band practice. I need to go soon.” Bakugou suddenly jumps up and takes his bag with him; there are two drumsticks sticking out of the side, quite battered by the look of it.

“If you tell me you play the drums I’m changing sides. The other me can take over Katsuki for me. He won’t know the difference.”

Damn, Bakugou Katsuki is a hot ass man anyway but drummer Bakugou Katsuki? Hot damn. Even the thought of it makes you feel all warm in all the inappropriate places.

“First of all, fuck you.” Katsuki retorts, flabbergasted. “Second of all, I would know the fucking difference. You look and act completely different, just how me and the blondie are different in a lot of ways. Third of all, if you think this bozo can outplay me with those chicken legs, you are really fucking stupid. I might not have a drum set at home but I do know how to play. I played drums since I was 11.”

“You play the drums?!” You can’t help but yell loudly. How did you not know that?! How?!

“He played the drums on the school festival in our first year. It was quite good.” Shouto adds.

“I can do much better than that pop shit we’ve played back then.”

“Is that a challenge, muscle brain?” Bakugou smirks, his eyes full of challenge and needless to say, Katsuki is in for the ride. “My practice finishes at 7 so see you there at 7:15. The bozos know the way.”

“If I win…” Katsuki looks at you with the same smirk. Mind blowing. “I’ll marry your fucking ass and you’ll never be able to leave me.”

Your heart leaps out of your chest. Is this really happening? Now? Like this? Well… okay. Okay, calm down, he might loose. Lol who are you kidding, THIS Katsuki? Loosing? No fucking way.

“Wipe the floor with his ass then, love.”

The way you two are eye fucking right now is downright disgusting but you can’t be bothered.

“Oh, I will, baby.”

~•💥•~

“Uhm, do you guys wanna go to Natsuo’s bar until 7?” Todoroki speaks up after Bakugou and Y/N leaves for band practice. You are a little bit offended that she’d left, but to be fair, she’s probably still extremely mindfucked by all this so it’s quite understandable she needs some space right now. She’s just a quirkless gal, she’s not used to this nonsense.

“He owns a bar?” Shouto looks up, clearly intrigued.

“Yeah, it’s half a bar and half a tattoo and piercing parlor. Quite edgy. The studio Kacchan is in is right next to it. They have open mic nights sometimes, his band plays there quite a lot.”

“Wow, your other self is quite cool, I must say.” You mumble, a little bit too infatuated with his other self for Katsuki’s liking so you get an elbow in your tummy. “Rude.”

~•💥•~

Natsuo’s bar is… sick as fuck. There is no other way to describe it. It’s massive but somehow still really homey, with dark wood covering the walls, the floor and ceiling. There are massive LED lights all over the place, red under the main counter, blue on the walls, white on the shelves full of random memorabilia, mostly old instruments and other music-related stuff like old vinyls and instrument parts, probably vintage and pricy as fuck. There is a massive doorframe on the side with hand painted curtains, blue flames and red feathers swirling together on the material. Some of the feathers are burnt by the fire, the edges black, the paint flaky, probably on purpose while some other ones are engulfed by the blue flames, just about to be burnt to a crisp and it’s the sickest design you’ve ever seen.

For some reason, you are the only one hyperventilating over the beautiful piece of art; Shouto looks like he’s about to throw up while Katsuki and Izuku just stares at the curtain like it personally offended them. You can barely see anything from their faces as “your team” is wearing a disguise to not freak out the customers but you really don’t need to be a genius to know something is wrong.

“Oh shit.” Katsuki mutters, slowly pulling Shouto towards the exit.

“Shou, let’s just chill in Todoroki-kun’s room, okay?”

Okay, what the fuck is happening.

“Can I go in?” Shouto asks Natsuo, who only nods, his eyes full of confusion.

“We told him about you, so he won’t freak out. We told our families about Y/N coming here before so… yeah, go on. He’s a bit rude but he’s harmless.”

“He’s harmless.” Katsuki mutters with a deadpanned expression on his face. “That’s… good to know.”

“Mind to explain why is everyone having a meltdown?” You whisper into Katsuki’s ear while Shouto and Izuku stomps towards the curtains.

“Dabi.” Is all he says and that’s when it hits you; Shouto is about to meet his long lost brother, Touya.

Well, shit got deep quite fucking quickly.

When Shouto pulls the curtain out of the way there are two people inside; an ash blonde, extremely handsome guy with a golden nose ring and… well… a guy who looks like a fucking fallen angel in a romantic fantasy movie.

His hair is white as the freshly fallen snow, eyelashes long and dark, his face looks almost feminine but his cheekbone is sharp and masculine, giving him an otherworldly look. You can’t lie, he’s probably the most beautiful human being you’ve ever seen in your whole life. Not even the massive amount of piercings can ruin his mesmerizing look. He looks up from the random drawing he’s been working at and smirks at the deadpan hero in front of him. His beautiful face completely clashes with his mischievous attitude but that makes him even more interesting. He stands up from his desk gracefully and makes his way towards the Shouto, who just stands in one place with tears in his eyes, his face full of so many emotions now, you can’t even decipher any of them at all.

“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost, little brother. Nice muscles, by the way.” Shouto breaks. “Hey, little one, what… what the fuck is wrong with you, oomph!” Dabi’s unable to breathe as Shouto runs into his arms, crying like he’s a little kid again. “Wooow, that’s… a hug. Okay, I’m not really a touchy person to be honest, I’m freaking out. Oi, you have a big ass scar on your face. Who did that? I’ll find ’em and kill ’em.” Shouto starts crying even more. “… uhm, with kindness, of course. Kill em’… with kindness. Yeah. Surely. Let me go, little brother. I can’t breathe.”

It’s quite cute how Touya can’t handle the situation and tries to talk up a storm to calm himself down.

“Touya, I think you are dead in their universe or something.” The ash blond guy smirks at him. “What a plotwist.”

“Hawks?!” Katsuki suddenly yells, giving the poor blond a fright.

“No, I’m Keigo.” He deadpans, utterly confused.

“Am I fucking dead?! Yo, little bro, am I? Did I go out with a blast, though?” Shouto only cries even more. “Oh no, please tell me I wasn’t born in a super powered world and got hit by a bus when I was twelve. That sucks balls.”

“Nah, you probably pulled some shit like killing half of your family out of pure spite after your mother gave you Pepsi instead of Coke.” Keigo mutters and the whole gang gawks at the guy. “Oh my god, did he?”

“Nii-chan…” Shouto sobs, still not coherent enough to make a proper sentence. He looks up at his brother and gives him a wobbly smile, stroking his cheek once then twice before he finally speaks up. “So this is how you would look like. Fuck, I think I’m having a mental breakdown.”

“Am I dead, little brother?!”

“Yes and no?” Izuku tries to help out but he looks just as choked up as his boyfriend. “Touya is gone but Dabi is alive. He’s in prison. For really bad things, but… it wasn’t your fault completely. Uhm. It’s a long story.”

“So Touya is dead but his penis is in prison?” Keigo forgoes his attempts to draw. This conversation is way too interesting for him now, that Touya’s penis is apparently involved.

“What?!” Izuku looks between the two males with nothing but confusion.

“I call his penis little Dabi.”

“You… why…” It’s Katsuki’s time to be completely bamboozled.

“Well, I pierced it so many times by now I decided to name it.”

Your gang falls silent. It’s this world’s Todoroki’s turn to freak out now.

“You pierced your… penis?!”

Touya turns into a really pretty shade of red.

“Well, we had to practice and none of you fuckers wanted a piercing so we practiced on each other! I did his nipples, he did my… Dabi.”

This conversation is wrong on so many levels and you are not even the person traumatized by that name.

“Can I… can I get a piercing from you, Touya?” Shouto gives his brother another wobbly smile and Izuku is about to pass out from the excitement.

“That’s so sweet, I’m gonna cry. Oh my god, I’m crying.”

Spoiler: He’s crying. I know. Shocker.

“Wanna get a ring like mine, baby brother? So we match?” Touya ruffles Shouto’s hair with a fond smile on his face. He looks exhilarated.

Nevermind. You are crying too. Even Katsuki has a tear stuck to his eyelashes but he tries his best to act nonchalant anyway.

“That would be nice, yeah.” Shouto laughs wetly as Touya points at the chair in the middle of the room. Shouto’s super edgy nose piercing is done before he can even breathe out an “I’m ready.” He’s quick and efficient, movements well practiced as he swabs at the fresh ring, cleaning it carefully with a proud smile on his face.

“Next time, I’ll give you a sick tattoo.” Touya daydreams, eyes looking into the distance, the fond smile still lingering on his face from a few seconds before. “I’m sorry if I ever hurt you in your universe. I’m sorry for everything I’ve done. I might be a lost cause in that world, but tell my family that this Touya… would do anything to keep you guys safe.”

“Ok, I’m out.” This world’s Todoroki decides to leave the room, his face so neutral you really wonder if you should tell him to play poker.

“Come back, you little shit! Why can’t you be like this one, eyy! Cute and shit!”

“You would tease the shit out of me!”

“Well, duh!”

… and the mood is ruined. The whole gang laughs, loud and airy, Shouto’s face scrunches as the freshly made piercing starts to sting from the sudden motion.

Needless to say, the piercing suits him and you are extremely proud to be one of those people who know the real story behind it; a story so heartbreaking yet so full of love and affection; a story of a little brother finally finding solace by knowing that there is another Touya somewhere in the universe, content and happy, surrounded by his family who never ever gave up on him.

Shouto probably wishes his real brother could be here, too.

“Shit.” You cuddle into your boyfriend’s arms, way too emotional for your own good.

“Welcome in our world.” Katsuki mutters back.

~•💥•~

Katsuki has a confession to make. He’s been trying to come up with proposal ideas for a few months now, but none of them felt… right.

Going to a restaurant and propose is too basic. Going on a holiday and propose… well… same thing. Basic as fuck. Katsuki hates it.

Calling their whole friend group and family over is not possible, because Y/N’s family lives abroad and they haven’t even met him in person yet. Doing in front of one family and not the other would be mean, even Katsuki knows that.

The only thing he could think of that sounds almost okay is to go hiking and ask Y/N to marry him on a top of a mountain or a fucking lava but even that feels too normal for their abnormal relationship.

Okay, calling their relationship abnormal sounds extremely rude but honestly, they are not a normal couple. They’ve never been. Hell, they beat the shit out of each other in the training room almost every week. They yell at each other when then they cuddle by the TV like old people. They kick some ass on the battlefield then have aggressive sex after, praising the other about how hot they looked like when they kicked out the villain’s teeth. Sometimes they make work a challenge; whoever gets the last punch needs to uhm… make the other happy later. Don’t ask questions. Honestly, just don’t.

With that said, proposing to Y/N by winning a challenge is quite on-brand for them. They will need to redo the whole proposal in front of Kirishima otherwise he’s going to cry from being left out but Katsuki is more than happy to go down on his knees twice.

He must win today. He’s so done with carrying this fucking ring with himself just in case the time is right!

The ring he got for Y/N is actually made by his parents brand. His mom almost had a heart attack when Katsuki came over to their workshop with a bunch of silly ring designs. When Katsuki said he wants an orange diamond in the middle his father fell off his chair looking at Katsuki like he’s an idiot. Well, Katsuki knew what he wanted and he was quite aware that one small diamond cost 5 million yen (around £23000). That’s the one detail Katsuki was not willing to give up on even if his wallet will be empty for at least a few months afterwards.

So yeah, he was running around with that in his pocket for several weeks now. Hopefully, his suffering ends tonight.

“Get ready to get your ass kicked, Hero.” Bakugou smirks at Katsuki as he makes his way towards his loud ass band.

Oh no. Katsuki knows these people… well, most of them. He has no idea who the long, black haired goth guy is. Or girl. He’s not sure. Maybe something in between. Nah, Katsuki is sure he’s a guy. He looks familiar in a really weird way but he’s also quite sure he’s never met this bozo before.

“Oh my god, I thought you were joking when you said you’re bringing yourself twice.” Kaminari smirks, and he and his other self sighs.

“Annoying as always.” They mumble at the same time, the action followed by a smirk and a first bump. Kyouka laughs.

“I’ve always been wondering if other timelines exist and if they resemble each other in any way. I really want to say I got an answer but seeing how different your two selves look like I have more questions than answers. I guess I will need to live in the darkness for another day.”

NO FUCKING WAY.

No motherfucking way.

“Tokoyami?!” Izuku finally asks the million dollar question, notebook and pen already in his hands as he sneaks closer to the goth, lanky guy holding a guitar.

“I can’t take this anymore. First my long lost brother and now this?” Shouto sits down on the nearest chair, gobsmacked. “How is this even possible?”

“It makes a lot of sense actually.” Izuku goes back a few pages and reads a few notes before he speaks up again. “This world doesn’t have quirks or superpowers. Tokoyami’s appearance is connected to his power hence why he’s… different here. The real question is… how come you still have your half and half appearance? I’m quite sure your condition is extremely rare. Oh, I wish to be able to look into your genetics right now.” Izuku sighs and it sounds weirdly sexual so Katsuki decides to clear his throat before it’s too late.

“Wait a second, what’s wrong with me in your world?” Tokoyami puts his guitar down and comes closer to your little gang.

“Nothing is wrong, just…” Izuku blushes like an idiot, clearly regretting his words already.

“You are a fucking bird, Tokoyami.” Katsuki tries to help out and the joint yelp from the whole band makes him giggle like an idiot. Y/N gives him a side eye for being a cunt but he can’t be bothered. This is way too funny.

“Excuse me?” Tokoyami’s eyes are about to pop out of his skull and with that expression, he does look like his bird-self, to be honest.

“You have a head of a raven. In our world. And a human body. As weird as it sounds, it’s quite common.” Shouto adds helpfully and Katsuki is sure these bozos have never payed this much attention in their whole fucking lives.

“Pardon for the question but how do I have a love life with that face?”

“The same way you do in this world. You don’t.” Bakugou smirks and Katsuki is contemplating between giving the guy another fist bump or slapping his head for being a menace.

Tokoyami looks like he’s about to cry so Katsuki decides to go with the latter.

“So Bakubro said we are heroes in this world, so… I’m not single, right? Heroes must get a lot of chicks. That’s just how it is. In the movies.” Kaminari speaks up with hopeful eyes. Izuku looks extremely proud as he answers that question.

“While it’s true that heroes are surrounded by beautiful women and men, you’ve never really had your eyes on anyone else but your wife.”

“I have a wife?!” Kaminari cries crocodile tears as he embraces Izuku in a tight hug. “Oh my, you are so muscly. Wow. Like… no homo but I would happily go gay for you.”

Izuku blushes like a 30 year old virgin.

“Ahh, yeah, we almost had our first kiss on your and Kyouka’s wedding!” Y/N speaks up and by the look on Kyouka’s face… things are different in this world. Damn. Bummer.

“Me and Kyo? Married?!”

“Oh my god, Pikachu.” Bakugou rolls his eyes, not even surprised by this revelation. “Don’t act like you haven’t been making out in the dressing room for several months now.”

“Making out?” Midoriya joins the eye-rolling contest. “Kyouka comes to class in Denki’s shirts almost every day. They’ve been fucking for at least two years.”

“I thought she just likes his shirts?” This world’s Todoroki speaks up, flabbergasted.

“Oh, honey…” Midoriya taps his shoulders twice, not even bothering to answer him.

“Okay fuckers, now shut the fuck up and let’s hit those fucking drums! I’m so fucking ready!” Katsuki can’t listen to this nonsense anymore. He’s a man on a mission.

“Let’s do this, stupid, muscly twin. Let’s see who’s the best.” Bakugou smirks and the game is on.

~•💥•~

This is not a challenge between two friends. No. This fucking war. Both Katsuki’s take their turn to discuss their chosen song with the rest of the band privately. Everyone needs to wait in the hallway while the meeting is on. Then Bakugou comes out and Katsuki goes in. You swear there are flames under his feet as he barges through the door with determination.

“I know that look, Kacchan. You are fucked.” This world’s Deku decides to annihilate the awkward silence but making it even more awkward. Bakugou jumps in one place as a sudden realizations dawns on him.

“He will play THAT song. The bane of my existence. The one fucking song I just can’t get right. But that means he also can’t get it quite right, so… fuck, shouldn’t have played it safe.”

“Well, it’s important for him to win. And we are heroes. We never play safe. It makes sense. He wants a proper, KO win so he feels like he deserves the prize.” Shouto chimes in with a surprisingly fair answer.

“And if he doesn’t win, he’ll keep coming back until he does. Ahh, Kacchan is so amazing.” Izuku gets all red and the smile on his face is downright suggestive, it actually makes you wonder if there is more of a resemblance between him and his other self that you’ve thought.

“I will play the piano for you when we go to see Fuyumi next time.” Shouto mutters, his eyes glowing with determination.

“Ahh, that piano is really nice, isn’t it?” This world’s Deku chimes in. “My back still hurts when I think about it, though.”

Confusion. Awkward silence. Then it hits.

“You got dicked on the top of that piano.” Bakugou gawks at the boy, who tries to act all shy about it but he can’t really hide the shit eating grin on his face.

“I definitely can’t do that, there is a massive weight difference between this world’s us and uhm… us. There is also a massive difference between our family life, so doing something like that in my sister’s house would be highly inappropriate.” Shouto chimes in as well, speaking nonchalantly, like he’s talking about the weather.

“Shouto, I’m quite sure doing that in anyone’s house IS highly inappropriate anyway.” You try to add something to the conversation, because it’s getting out of hand. Izuku looks like he’s about the burst from embarrassment or something else, you are not sure. Thankfully the door opens and the whole band comes out, all looking pale and shaky.

“Bro. This guy… is an animal.” Kaminari stutters, making a beeline towards the closest drink machine.

“Honestly, ugly twin, give these guys a fucking challenge once in a while. They can play quite well.”

“I’m not ugly! I’m just small! Fuck you, muscle brain!” Bakugou yells with his face red. “And I do challenge them! They knew the song you are about to play, didn’t they?!”

“Yeah, and they also told me how you made them learn it then you never asked them to play it once.” Katsuki smirks and if this would be a normal world he would get an explosion to his face. But this Bakugou doesn’t have a quirk so he just pokes his other self on his side where it hurts the most. “Ouch, I think a mosquito just stung me.”

You can’t help but sigh. One Bakugou Katsuki is certainly enough for one world.

~•💥•~

Bakugou plays Basket Case by Green Day. And he looks extremely hot doing it.

You can’t believe you didn’t know they can play the drums like that. You can barely stop salivating over those muscly arms hitting the drums and this guy has half of the muscle mass your actual boyfriend does. You’ll literally pass out when it’s Katsuki’s turn to play. You also have a hard time believing he can top whatever Bakugou is doing on those drums. You are not a musician but you do have a good ear and Bakugou’s play is flawless, aggressive but precise, maybe a few mistakes here and there where he gets a bit too much into it but otherwise, he clearly has talent. Your other self also looks lovestruck as she stares at her boyfriend lovingly, eyes full of wonder and affection and damn, honestly, they are so fucking cheesy they make you burp.

Katsuki doesn’t even bother being his usual jealous self; there is a massive smirk on his face as the two swap places, his steps confident and when he looks back at you he mouths “keep your eyes on me” and needless to say that goes straight into your… you know what. He’s a hot guy, okay?!

Things only get worse from that point. First of all; he takes his shirt off just as he sits down then throws it right into your face with a massive smirk. The shirt smells just like him and you can’t help but daydream about being home, surrounded by this scent all over. You take the shirt and take a good sniff; Katsuki’s eyes darken, his gaze so lustful it makes you blush like this is the first time you’ve ever seen him look like that.

Somehow… it feels different. Possessive in a good way. Hah. You always hated when someone thought about their partner as “theirs” but now you start to understand that it’s not all about being someone’s possession, it’s more about you being a part of them, one not whole without the other.

Katsuki’s chosen song is Through the fire and flames by an old band called DragonForce.

Tokoyami plays the beginning flawlessly; It’s a fucking hard song to play on every instrument, mostly on guitar and the drums but while Tokoyami looks much more focused than he did when he played the easy chords in the last song, he doesn’t look that bothered. Kaminari on the other hand looks like he’s about to shit himself and it makes you giggle; this song is an absolute pain in the ass on the guitar and you are actually quite surprised that they somehow manage to play the song because even professional guitarists struggle to learn this one. Needless to say there are a few mistakes on their part, but otherwise, it’s quite impressive. You keep your eyes on Tokoyami and Kaminari for the first few seconds of the song as there is no drums at the beginning but when they get to the part with the drums you almost choke on your saliva.

Katsuki looks like a fucking rockstar. The way his muscles bulge when he hits the toms makes you salivate, but you can barely concentrate on the beauty in front of you as the way he plays is even more impressive. It’s powerful, precise, no mistakes whatsoever. The song already has complicated drums but you swear he made it even more difficult to play, even the easy parts sound more complicated and so much better than the original and when you finally tear your eyes off your gorgeous boyfriend you take a look at Bakugou, who’s sitting next to you, gawking at Katsuki with an open mouth, too impressed to be devastated about him loosing - because let’s be honest, he really fucking did loose.

The next time you look at Katsuki, he’s glowing. He looks so happy behind that drum set, so content and so-so handsome it makes your heart clench. You can’t believe this guy is yours. You can’t believe you’ll wake up every day next to this gorgeous fucking man, hopefully, for the rest of your life.

As Katsuki finishes the solo with an absolute sick drum solo, he stands up before the song wraps up and your body moves on its own; you jump into your boyfriend’s arms and he catches your legs and pulls you even closer as he kisses you deeply, right in front of everyone.

“Marry me, Bakugou Katsuki.” You mumble, incapable of pulling away from his puffy, soft lips. Katsuki takes something out of his pocket and let’s you down, but he doesn’t go too far away; He leaves a tiny kiss on your knuckles, tears pricking his beautiful red eyes as he goes down on one knee in front of you.

“Be my fucking wife, Menace. Let’s grow fucking old together. You are the best fucking thing that’ve ever happened to be and the most annoying one as well, but I fucking love you nonetheless.” Katsuki bursts out in tears by the end of his sentence and you are not too far behind; when you are about to answer a loud sob breaks out of your throat.

“Okay.” You mumble, letting him put the ring on your finger. You almost faint when you look at it because while you don’t have any idea about ring prices you already know this one cost a fortune. It’s so fucking beautiful and so perfectly him. Loud and fancy. Just like your fiancé. “I’ll be the best and the most annoying wife in the whole wide world. I promise.”

Katsuki seals the deal with another deep kiss then the moment is ruined when Izuku and Deku starts crying loudly. It’s so loud it actually hurts your eardrums.

“Save your fucking tears for the time I need to recreate all of this for Eijirou’s sake because I ain’t telling him that I proposed to her while he wasn’t here!”

“You want me to give this ring back to you?! But I don’t wanna! It’s so pretty!” You moan, but Katsuki only rolls his eyes.

“You will live, wifey.” Okay. You really fucking like the sound of that. “I’ll keep your mind away from it.” Katsuki pulls you closer by your waist and leaves a scorching hot kiss on your mouth. You melt like a fucking snowman in a microwave.

“Hmm. Deal.”

~•💥•~

“Oi, look! It’s Kirishima!” This world’s Bakugou points to the window of a coffee shop near campus. “He’s making out with the barista!”

“Fucking finally!” Deku rolls his eyes, annoyed. “He’s been pining for months!”

You can’t help but smile when you sneakily look into the coffee shop because that’s the same girl Kirishima’s been daydreaming about in your world. It makes you so happy to see him like this; Eijirou has a special place in your heart and you really hoped he’ll find his own happy end eventually.

“Do you think he knows he’s shagging that famous rock star’s niece?” Todoroki asks the million dollar question. Katsuki and you look up at the guy with question marks in your eyes. “That girl… is the niece of that famous singer-guitarist. The band name is… Crimson Riot? It’s Kirishima’s favorite band I think.”

“Oh my god.” Katsuki looks at you with a shit eating smirk. “Oh my god, I can’t wait to see his face when he realizes that. This is gonna be amazing.”

Yeah it will be… but that’s a story for another day - you think to yourself as you walk around the campus once more, hand in hand with your brand new fiancé. You can’t wait to get home and snuggle him until he blast you out of the window.

“Will you come over again, Y/N?” Deku takes your other hand and starts walking with you like he’s a little kid. You look at Katsuki who only gives you a cheeky smile but that’s all the answer you needed.

“Yeah. We will.”

The End.

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Potato ramble:

- I’m quite sure no sane human being can play the guitar part of the song Katsuki decided to play with that band. I’m just saying, because I usually try to be realistic and that wasn’t. Also, big thank you for my ex-drummer boyfriend for choosing that song for me because I was in stitches for days 😂 I can kinda play a lot of instruments but drums ain’t one of them. I once sat down and tried to play it and he cried. 😂😂😂😂

- The Dabi part inspired me so much that I actually started to write a DabiHawks fanfiction in this AU. It will be a completely separate thing from this and some details will be different, plus I’ll probably upload it on AO3, but just to let you know, that’s something I’m working on when I have the time! I’ll post about it on my Tumblr once it’s done!

- This is the official end of Katsuki’s side of this story. I’m sad but I’m also really happy for him! Thank you very much for everyone for sticking with me for a whole year! I actually uploaded the first chapter of this almost exactly a year ago. How freaky is that?!

- As you guys know, there is a spin-off for this series called Kirishima Eijirou’s daily shenanigans and the first chapter is already up so click here to read my first Kirishima x reader fanfic! 🪨

TL - thank you guys for being here 😭😭 @sixxze @iwannahaveaprettyaesthetic @hanatsuki-hime @cloroxisadelectabletreat @cheesenmax @coffeent @smolsleepybat @therealpotatobish @qardasngan @canarystwin @unofficialmuilover @nanamomo1 @mikestuffffs @p4ndawrites @yao-ai @porusuniverse

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[monin1ca]

Being Sova, Yoru, and Chamber's S/O Hcs

Word count:545 Warnings: word vomit, poor use of google translate, suggestive, swearing Note: Like in the warnings,, very much a word vomit

Sova

OML This man is the most respectful and loving boyfriend you’ll ever get

He always makes sure to give you breakfast-in-bed

Probably the best cook out of the three mentioned

HE 👏 IS  👏YOUR 👏GENTLE 👏GIANT

As much as possible, he refuses to let you stay up late

Russian pet names. [Ангел – Angel, Золотце – (Zolotse) Darling]

Loves doing household work for you, this man would legit do all the housework if you didn’t insist that you guys should split the work

Hugging you is his number one way to release stress

Fave eng pet name is “Little One”

Holds your hand before a mission and rubs little circles to soothe both of your anxieties.

Loves cuddling with you, it’s so warm and loving for the both of you

Enjoys having you braid or design his hair

ON THE TOPIC OF HIS HAIR,, HIS BLOND HAIR IS SO SOFT AND SMELLS SO GOOD<333

Friendly Archery competitions (you always lose no matter how easy he goes on you) 

His phone’s password is your birthday😭

Yoru

This little bitch is a bully (in a good way)

Gotta agree with every other Yoru writer,, If you makeout too long with this man it leads to sex

High sex drive btw,,,

Very much a Tsundere

Japanese pet names are more romantic [こいびと– (Koibito) sweetheart, ハニー (hanii) – honey]

Eng ones are more like (Idiot, dummy, etc..)

Unlike Sova, Yoru can only cook basic things for example; Tonkatsu, Omurice, etc

This man has a really strong cologne and ngl it's quite addicting

Loves gaming with you

MOTORCYCLE RIDESSSS 😍 

His slutty waist 😍 

He has calloused hands

His Instagram is full of pictures of you

When you are asleep he whispers sweet nothings in your ear

Gives you hickies everywhere!!!

 You guys own a black dog, its a mix of a Dakshan and a Shih Tzu; named Asa

Chamber

Yall know the song Fancy by Iggy Azalea?? You basically live out the life mentioned in the song

This man also has you posted on every social media possible

Chamber overworks himself a lot,, you are the only one who can get him out of his study

You often trace his golden tattoos when he’s asleep

Loves taking you on trips when you’re on leave

Cuddles with you to make up for the times you guys couldn’t spend time with each other

Can cook, he just doesn’t want too

Gets the most expensive chef to fulfill both of your needs

Another man who has a strong cologne, but Chamber has a more “classy” one

Flower bouquets every month!

Could never say No to you

He’s a little bit of a pervert,, he squeezes your ass when your busy

Loosens his tie to tease you when he notices you staring

Loves it when you're flustered, it’s way too cute for him !!

It’s mostly French pet names [Mon amour- My love, Mon Coeur - My heart]

If he’s feeling spunky, the Eng pet names are usually (dear, sunshine, precious)

Author’s Note: I FELT SPUNKY, OK?? MAYBE ITS A BIT CATERED TO ME BUT NEVERTHELESS I HOPE YALL ENJOYED IT!

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[zoeykallus]

Hi there!! I love your bad batch writings! I'm currently in a bad self image rut--could you maybe write something about the batchers with a plus size love interest? It'd be nice to read :') no pressure tho!! Thank you in advance 💗

Absolutely! Thanks for reading my stuff and reaching out! I've never done this before but I'll do my best!

The Bad Batch x PlusSize Reader HC's

Hunter:

He sees you looking doubtfully at yourself in the mirror and says, "What's not to love?"

He wraps his arms around you and kisses your cheek. He loves you, why you can't see yourself the way he sees you he doesn't understand, but he tries, he wants to be considerate and understand you.

"Cyare, just wear something you feel comfortable in, you look great no matter what you wear, but I want you to be relaxed".

You have these moments of self-doubt often, and Hunter tries to tell you each time that he thinks you look beautiful. If you're not in the mood to go out, he'll stay home with you without a fuss. He's patient, he won't be shaken off that easily, don't worry. He will caress you, spoil you, cuddle with you, he wants you to feel better.

He will always be patient.

Hunter likes to spoil you in every way.

He can smile at you in such a way that you forget the whole world and only the two of you exist and he loves to do that, because that is one of the moments when you completely let go and be yourself and open up to him.

He adores you! You are his whole world. He understands what you feel on the days you don't like yourself because he knows that about himself, but he doesn't see why you of all people should feel that way.

"Mesh'la" he says softly "look at you, you're beautiful".

"You really think so?"

He nods and he's completely serious. Of course he really means it! He loves your smile, your laugh, your eyes, the way you look at him, the way your lips move when you talk to him, the little gestures you make when you talk to him, he pays attention to every movement and he is mesmerized by you. He loves to stroke your fingers and kiss your ear. He knows that he gives you goose bumps and he loves that.

Next to him you can be yourself, he loves everything about you, feels incredibly comfortable in your presence, you are the first person to bring him out of his shell and make him feel alive. He is a considerate, quiet fellow, he will never push you to do anything and will always be ready to take care of you, should you doubt yourself again.

The lively fellow is crazy about you.

"I'm too fat"

"What nonsense!" he rumbles and laughs "I'd rather have something more to touch"

He demonstratively reaches out and pulls you towards him.

"Stop doubting yourself my beautiful".

He kisses you deeply and every look he gives you is so warm and full of admiration that you already doubt having doubted yourself.

"You are beautiful and anyone who says otherwise is an idiot".

He loves it when you snuggle up to him, he loves to see your naked skin, you certainly don't need to hide from him, he is blown away when you expose your body to him, he loves to gently trace every curve with his big strong hands. He admires you and that he lets you feel every day anew, you could not have a better partner.

He sees you doubting yourself and looks at you uncomprehendingly.

"I don't understand, you're gorgeous, how can you not see that?"

You're on the verge of tears and Tech automatically feels responsible.

"I'm so sorry, did I say something wrong?"

Tech loves to spoil you on days like this, if you let him, so let him. He serves you from back to front, he takes care of everything you need and he is also very generous and caring in love matters, and believe me, the man knows a lot of things how to make a woman happy.

Let Tech do his thing and you will have forgotten any negative thought much faster than it ever appeared. He feels deep affection and he tries his hardest to make you happy. There is nothing better for him than to see how much you enjoy his love.

Now, things with him are a little more... more complicated.

When you stand in front of the mirror again and doubt yourself, he rolls his eyes, you can't expect too much from him, he's an emotionally crippled man and can't put himself in your shoes very well.

But when he sees that tears are flowing, he feels a pain in his chest. He desires you, he showed you clearly last night, so how could you think that you are not beautiful? He does not understand.

He sits down and demands that you lie down with him, put your head in his lap. He strokes your head and says, "I'm attracted to you because of who you are. Unique. Sensitive, beautiful."

Your heart beats faster, words you never expected from him.

"If you tell anyone I said that, I'll shoot you".

You suppress a laugh and say, "Okay. Thanks Crosshair"

"Shut Up, Mesh'la," he growls softly.

I hope this at least somwhere near to what you wanted, nerver done this tpoic before

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[wildbornsiren]

sfw alphabet |b.b.

sfw alphabet | b.b. author’s notes: I love this man. So much. Thank you to @ponyboys-sunsets for being in my head already and asking if I was interested in posting this. Thank you so much for liking/reblogging and commenting. It warms my black little heart.  what: a collection of safe for work headcanon featuring Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. Gender neutral reader, 3,360 words.  warning: None.

A: Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Physical touch and quality time are how he shows his affection. Holding your hand, his hand at the small of your back, or his hand in your back pocket as you walk together. He doesn’t get a lot of down time, and so when he has it, it’s spent with you. You don’t have to do -anything-, he’s perfectly happy to curl up on the couch with you and read or listen to something. When you do go out, expect fun and fast paced. He likes to surround himself with people and is a strong believer in found family. He is also always down for a road trip if he has a long stretch of leave. Lots of stops, spending too much money in gas stations on snacks and expertly tailored playlists.

B: Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) Rooster is a ride-or-die. You’re drunk and need a lift home? He’ll come get you (if he’s not attempting to call an uber at the same time and ending up drunk dialing someone else entirely). Need a body hid? He’ll help you move it. He has called you to bail him out once or twice—For very good reasons that neither of you speak of, ever again. Once he trusts you? You’re stuck with him. Expect ‘text me when you get home’ when you part for the evening, and don’t you dare forget it. Your neighbors have just forgiven you from the last time you passed out without texting him that you were home and safe.

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Good luck getting out of bed without a struggle in the morning. This man’s call sign should have been octopus with the way he holds tight, and no matter how hard you try you can’t evade his grasp. He enjoys resting his head in your lap while you watch tv or movies. Occasionally when you’re cooking or cleaning together, he’ll sweep you up in his arms and slow dance with you around the kitchen. Physical touch is one of his love languages, and so he’s very hands on. Holding hands, fingers interlocked his thumb brushing along the back of your hand, when you’re in line he’s at your back, arms around you sheltering you from the breeze. D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) Rooster wants to have the ultimate love story. He wants to settle down with someone and carve out a life together. He was raised by a romantic who found her soulmate, and he wants that as well. He’s an okay cook—if your idea of cooking is opening containers and heating it up. He can follow along with recipes, but it never turns out just right. His place is clean, a little cluttered from the sheer amount of records and recorded music he has. He’s got a third-hand piano and sheet music stacked on a lot of the flat surfaces.

E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner how would they do it?) He doesn’t end relationships. All of his break-ups were initiated by his partner. If his feelings lessen, or he’s not entirely in the relationship he doesn’t sabotage, but retreats into himself and cuts himself off emotionally.

F: Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Even moreso than Hangman, Rooster is all too aware of the burdens of leaving behind a family if he’s killed in the line of duty. He will want to have you taken care of. He witnessed how the Navy supported his mother, and him after Goose passed and will want to make sure you’re secure if anything were to happen to him. The conversation comes up rather quickly once you’ve established that you’re in a serious relationship. It’s not a deal breaker, but if you haven’t considered it when he goes on difficult deployments, he’ll bring it up again. Its one of the few times you see this self-assured, confident man stumble over his words. He’ll propose using Carole’s engagement ring and will treasure you. Spouse this man up, please. G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) He handles you as if you’re the most precious thing on the face of the planet. Even when you argue he doesn’t raise his voice to you. You can count on one hand the times he had, and only once it was in a negative connotation. He dotes on you. Often you need remind him that your partnership is a partnership, and though he’s the one with the broad shoulders, you can also carry some of the weight. When that happens, you end up in the driver’s seat of his beat-up bronco, driving him out to the middle of the desert. Both of you will sit on the hood, and it’s there in the quiet of the night with the stars stretching out endlessly above you that he’ll share some of that emotional burden.

H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) One of Rooster’s love languages is physical touch. Hug this man. Often. His hugs are all encompassing, folding himself around you, full body contact. He’s one that will pull you under his arm when you’re walking on the sidewalk, come up behind you when you’re doing the dishes, arms wrapped around your waist, chin on the top of your head. He wants the tangible proof that you’re there with him. I: I love you (how fast do they say the L-word) By the time Rooster gets around to actually saying that he loves you, you already know. It’s painfully obvious to everyone around you. Its in the way his eyes immediately gravitate toward you in a crowd, the way he remembers little things. It’s the kisses, the hand holding, the hugs, late night conversations, terrible jokes. The way his eyes darken when you steal those god-awful Hawaiian shirts. The way the harsh lines of his face relax the moment you appear next to him. It’s the good morning texts, the good night/I miss you voice notes when he’s out on a mission and has ability to have outside contact. The polaroid he snapped that he keeps in the inner pocket of his flight suit so he’s never without you. This man grew up listening to stories of his parent’s love story and wants to have one of his own. However, when he does say it out loud, he needs to hear it back, and often.

J: Jealousy (how jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) He’s not jealous of your friends, even if they match your sexual orientation. He very much understands the concept of found families, and when you say that you’re just friends with someone, he believes you.  When he’s jealous, the green-eyed monster is insatiable. He will physically put himself between you and someone trying to catch your attention. He wants your eyes on him, and will remind you just how crazy you make him.

K: Kisses (what are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) He kisses you like he’s drowning and you’re the safety line. He kisses you often, and each one is just as breathtaking as the last. It’s one of his favorite forms of PDA, and enjoys kissing the back of your hand, your shoulder, cheek, forehead. Tucking you under his arm as you walk and turning his head to kiss the top of your head when you’re waiting to cross the street. Rooster loses his mind when you kiss his neck and may pull away if you do it in public, because he can’t trust himself to react in a way that’s fit for public consumption.

L: Little ones (how are they around children?) He likes kids, is still unsure of having children of his own due to his work, and how he lost his dad. He’s incredibly patient and loves listening to their rambling stories, or about their hyper fixations, plans, day. He is comfortable with kids, and any child in his presence will be safe no matter what. He’s one of those people that reassure kiddos that they can talk to him about anything, and he’ll respect their privacy so long as they’re not hurting themselves or others. He’ll toss a ball around, show up at games or plays, concerts ect. He’s also perfectly happy wandering down the beach with a little one holding onto his finger stopping every few steps to look at tide pools or shells.

M: Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?) There are people who have one alarm to get up in the morning. Rooster isn’t one of those people. He’s got one set for 0500, 0530, 0545, 0600 and 0615. To be fair, he’s generally awake with the first alarm, he just likes the extra time to be snuggled up with you. Workdays he’s out of bed by 0615, showered, changed and on the way to the kitchen for coffee and breakfast by 0645. He’ll sit on the edge of the bed and chat with you until you either roll over and stop talking to him or get up and join him. When he’s on leave or the weekends? He’ll stay in bed until about 0800. He takes his time waking up and expect wandering hands and lazy kisses. Raspy voiced murmurs of adoration, and messy hair for days. He’ll go for a run if you promise to start the coffee, and once he’s come back, he’ll take a quick shower and help you in the kitchen. N: Night (How are nights spent with them?) You know how there’s ‘movie people’, ‘book people’ and the like? He’s a music person. After the dinner dishes have been cleared away, and you’re settled in comfortable for the night he’ll put something on. A playlist, a cd, a tape, or even vinyl. It’s a weekend tradition for the two of you to sprawl out on the floor, him on his back, your head on his stomach listening to the songs. It’s quiet, peaceful, his fingers combing through your hair, or tapping the tempo on your shoulder. He’s a bit of a night owl, so often you go to bed alone, only to have him crawl in next to you a couple hours later.

O: Open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) Surface things quickly. You learn his music taste, the fact that he loves the piano, dancing in the kitchen as breakfast slowly burns while love songs from the 60s play. He’ll talk about his mom, adventures and misadventures growing up, his time in basic, etc. It takes a long time for him to talk about his dad, and even longer to talk about Maverick. When he talks about the things, he keeps close it’s just the two of you. The first time you heard him talk about his dad you’re sitting on the beach. The tide was coming in, so you took refuge near the dunes, the sand cool under your toes. It was gray, not raining but storm clouds were coming in over the ocean. He was standing next to you, staring out at the water, his expression blank, eyes hidden by the mirrored aviators. He tells you how Goose passed, his voice flat, and you can see him swallow hard a few times, but continuing with the story. You get to hear how much Carole loved her husband and how she raised Bradley on a steady stream of stories, photos and grainy videos. When he's exhausted, he drops into the sand next to you, and is quiet until you feel comfortable speaking.

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?) This man bottles every negative emotion up. When it can’t be contained anymore, he explodes. When he confronted Maverick about holding his papers is an example of this. Hangman is a walking irritation for him, though he’s figured out a couple workarounds after the mission. He has a short fuse and holds grudges: see Maverick, and how Hangman left Phoenix and Bob. Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?) Rooster is extremely observant. He notices the nuances of your day-to-day life and keeps mental note of your likes and interests. He also loves to hear you talk about your interests and if you stop, apologize for rambling his ear off, he’ll frown a little and tell you to keep going. You’re in his life, and you’re important to him—so what’s important to you is now important to him. He remembers that you’re not super fond of blue cheese, and that you prefer orange roses to red, as well as keep track of all the office gossip you share with him.

R: Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) ‘you up?’ the text woke you up. Groping blindly for your phone, you squinted as the screen illuminated the room brilliantly. ‘Who’s dead.’ The response is near immediate. ‘Open your door?’ You roll out of bed, blanket draped over your shoulders, and you go to the front door, the floor cold under your feet, and open the door. Rooster’s standing there under your flickering porch light, a to-go cup of coffee in his hand and a plain white paper bag that smells suspiciously like donuts in the other. He's in jeans, a long-sleeved t-shirt and blue Hawaiian print shirt, aviators dangling from the neckline. If it weren’t butt-o-clock in the morning, he’d be absolutely delicious. “What.” “Get changed, I want to show you something.” “Bradley, do you know what…” the protest dies on your lips when you see that smile. Plus, the coffee smells so good, and those donuts were fresh. “Come in.” You hold the door open for him to come inside, leaving him in the entry way. Clad in jeans and a sweatshirt, the coffee cup cradled in your hands as you sit in the passengers set of that dilapidated Bronco regretting some of your life choices. He takes you on base, through a couple of checkpoints and out onto the airstrip. He parks near one of the hangars, coming around the car to let you out. Instead of taking his offered hand, you put the empty donut bag in it, and hop out. You get a one-on-one tour of the hangar and an up close and personal look at the jets. He’s talking your ear off, and you’re only really hanging on to every third word, as the caffeine hasn’t kicked in enough to keep up with his excitement. The meaning behind him bringing you on this tour isn’t lost on you, and you find yourself looking up at him, watching as he explains a minute detail about the navigation system. His eyes are bright, voice warming you all the way to your toes.  It’s then, that you realize that this man, was going to be a part of your life for as long as you both are around. S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) You protect him by reminding him that he’s not alone. That he has someone to come home to, someone that’s waiting for him, and someone who is just as stupidly in love as he is. Your presence in his life is something he needed and will fight tooth and nail to keep. Rooster, on the other hand is very protective. He's a hands-on kind of man, keeping you close in crowds, one hand at the small of your back as you’re walking together, you’re the first one in the car, and he’ll come around to open the door for you to get out. He will also tell you up front to walk away from a project or a problem if you’re stuck and can’t find a solution. Once you’re calm, he’ll prompt you to talk through it step by step until everything’s clear. He lives in a duplex and knows his neighbors on a first name basis. Basic lock and deadbolt combo. He is the guy who has a baseball bat by his bed just in case, but he sees violence/aggression as a last option when he’s not under orders to engage.

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) Dates with Rooster are spontaneous. It’ll go from tentatively having plans of meeting up for a bite to eat to him showing up on your doorstep at nine in the evening with a wicked grin and a plan to cause trouble. He remembers and celebrates significant anniversaries, when you started dating, your promotion, your birthday. He remembers the first time he kissed you properly, or when you left your toothbrush at his place but doesn’t make a big deal out of it. He’ll also remember your parent’s birthdays, and siblings as well as their anniversaries and send them a text on that day. Gifts aren’t normally extravagant. He’ll leave you an honest to God mixtape with a note if he has a long or particularly difficult deployment coming up. He writes letters or sends post cards from various duty stations. If there’s a chance for him to get off base, he’ll generally find something at a street market or farmer’s market- a trinket, a piece of jewelry. He has been known to come back with rocks or seashells for you. Touch and quality time are more his speed, but he does make an effort.

U: Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Rooster is notorious for shutting down when things get too heavily emotionally. This man carries the weight of the world on his shoulders and would rather hold it in and break down internally that share any of the burden with you. V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) He's not as vain as some (*cough cough* Hangman *cough), but he takes care of himself. He keeps his hair styled since it has an aggressive wave to it, and he refuses to buzz it after basic training. He keeps his facial hair neat and trimmed, keeps his moustache soft and well groomed, especially since his hair has some texture to it. He works out, weights, swimming and running. His day-to-day clothes come from secondhand stores, or shirts he inherited from his dad. He’s got one suit, but most of the time if he needs to go somewhere formal, he’ll wear his dress blues. He smells like worn leather, cedar and a little bit of sunscreen. W: Whole (would they feel incomplete without you?) Romantically, if he lost you, there’s no coming back for him. If you’ve lost him as a friend, he’ll be curt in public, but otherwise ignore you. X: Xtra (a random headcanon for them) You’re curled up on the couch, book in hand, ear buds in, listening to your favorite album from your favorite band. Rooster is drops onto the couch next to you, his head settling in your lap as you adjust your book to allow him room, and the ability to keep reading. His hand closes around your wrist, lifting it away from the book, kissing your palm. Between songs you can hear him asking what you’re listening to. You hand him one of your earbuds and he pops it in. You start the album over, and he shifts slightly, head fully on your lap. His eyes are closed as he listens to the songs. Your book forgotten, you put it to the side, instead intrigued by the emotions flitting across his face, his fingers tapping along with the drum line on his chest. His hair is soft under your fingers, body following suit as the songs progress, and he relaxes. When the album is done, he sits up, pulling him against his chest. His lips press against your hair, thanking you for letting him in. Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Calculated risk he understands, life is a game and moves need to be made. However, if there’s a way to do something without causing undue harm to anyone involved, he’ll do it. He hates recklessness, and casual disregard for others. Betrayal is another heavy negative—he sees Maverick’s interference with his admission to the academy as a betrayal. Rooster had let it stew for a few years, and when it boiled over at Top Gun it still left a bitter taste in his mouth. After the mission he’s working on mending the relationship and going forward. Z: Zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?) Rooster is a bit of a night owl, but he’s got this uncanny ability to fall asleep anywhere. You’ve witnessed him napping at the bar, on the beach, the laundromat, at the dining room table. You swear you caught him napping while taking a shower, but he denies that.  His bedroom is cluttered, he’s got boxes of stuff from his mom’s place, and a mountain of dirty clothes. His window is always open, and he’s got a fan on. Rooster runs warm and likes to sleep when it’s cold. He sleeps in boxers, and latches onto you once he’s in bed. On the rare chance that he gets to bed before you do, you have to basically shove him out of the way, because he will take up the entirety of a king-sized bed, and neither of you know how he does it.

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[lunacvte]

𝐷𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐿𝐸𝑉𝐼𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑁 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑁𝑂𝑁𝑆 ʚ🧸ྀིɞ

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A/N ~ I haven’t made a post in a HAWT minute and thought doing some headcannons would be fun <3 I try to make some of these canon while also having some be fun and creative :3

gn!reader x Leviathan <3

game: Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Warnings: none but a crap ton of cute <3

To start off, Levi is such a sweetheart, even when he’s trying to be mean and tough towards you

I mean, after all, you’re just a “normie” who “gets in the way of him and his anime/video games and rurichan!!”

But his expressions and face always say something different

He could be sputtering all these comments and nonsense at you as his face is literally the combination of BEET AND TOMATO red. And that’s dark.

luckily, once he starts warming up to you and allowing you into his more personal life, you both see each other as amazing as the other.

The day he finally works up the nerve to ask you out, he spends at least 2 hours rehearsing what he’s gonna say to you, while pretending that his pet Henry 2.0 is you-

Yes, this man would spend 2 hours asking out a fish.

He hardly got through his whole speech before you were already jumping into his arms shouting out “yes!! Of course!!”

Levi was happier than the day he discovered ruri-chan. And that’s saying a LOT.

From that point forward, he treated you like an absolute doll <33

gaming night? Nah, gaming WEEK. fr you guys would pull at most - 4 all nighters just gaming. Of course you’d sleep through the whole morning

All the brothers - ESPECIALLY Lucifer - scolded Levi for the affect his habits and schedule has had on you, since you picked it up after him eventually.

“Levi. Do you see the state Mc is in? They’re hardly sleeping, only eating a few meals a day, their eyes are red and puffy, their grades are dropping - how do you not see how wrong this is??” - Satan

*eye twitching* “Keep this up and i’ll be taking Akuzon privileges away from you. Then you wont have games to pull all nighters for. Oh, and a punishment. For the both of you.” -Lucifer

“OI! Look what you’ve done to Mc! How am I supposed to cheat off their homework and exams if their fallin’ asleep in the middle of classes?? Ya better fix their schedule Levi!” -Mammon

*LE GASP IS REAL* “Levi! What have you done to our gorgeous, lovely Mc?? Look how pale and hungry they are- and the dark bags.. the hair- Mc, love… to my room! Right this instant! Asmo will fix you right up with a nice warm bath and spa day~ with me of course!♡” -asmo

“Levi.. at least feed Mc proper food and nutrients, how are they gonna be strong and healthy enough to defend themselves while down here? It’s not healthy to skip meals, come on Mc. We’re gonna order everything at Hell’s Kitchen.” -beel

“You’re taking my human sized pillow away from me.” -belphie

He’s had enough of the complaints 😻 SO, he actually changed up his daily routine to help you get back to being healthier <3

It was a bit tough at first, but he realizes that you’re human and don’t exactly have the same functions as a demon.. you actually need sleep and proper food and all that…

So now you both eat 3 meals a day, sleep 8+ hours, and you’re back to excelling in your classes <3 all while fitting in some time to watch movies, play games, cosplay, read or cuddle together!

He is someone who never had a lot of affection - with him being a shut-in and all that- so he wasn’t exactly the best at giving/receiving attention and love.

But as time went on, it got easier! And you’ve truly changed him as a demon <3 he gives the best - and i mean the BEST cuddles ever. Even when he’s small spoon!

Was a bit inexperienced with… well, pretty much everything, but he learned quickly as you helped him feel comfortable and confident with everything he did :)

He is very very very soft for you <3 you both rarely -if not never- fight or have arguments, you’re both just so healthy and compatible, and he plans on keeping it that way!

He really cares about your health ever since he saw the affect staying up for days and days had on you, and you think its the cutest thing ever <3

Protect this demon AT ALL COSTS. Seriously, even holding your hand makes him a trembling blushing mess

make the smallest kind action towards him and he’d literally ask you to marry him out of reflex-

Texts with him basically consist of:

Keyboard smashes: “LMAOAOANXSM THAT WAS TOO FUNNY ADMIT IT AJFNSJCJSJFHHSJD”

Memes. So. Many. Memes.

“Mc Mc Mc Mc I GOT A NEW GAME BEFORE IT WAS EVEN RELEASEDDD WANNA PLAY IT?? IT’LL PROBABLY GET US TRAPPED IM A TIME LOOP OR A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT UNIVERSE BUT IT LOOKS FUNN :DD”

“Rofl” “lmao” “xD” “LOLOLOL” “yolo tbh” “fr” “kek” AND LOTSSS OF KAOMOJIS LIKE “ʕ； •`ᴥ•´ʔ” “ʕ╯• ⊱ •╰ʔ” “(｀Д´)”（￣^￣)””凸 “(๑•̀д•́๑)”

He literally cries in fetal position everyday and has a sixpack, if this man isn’t perfect to you, LOWER YOUR STANDARDS

Weeb at its finest but you like.. kinda adore that about him or something 😋

#stanlevisupremacy WOOOOOOO

He’s so cute it makes me wanna sob

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ᗦ↞◃ ´༥` 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔!! 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 <3 𝘩𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑! :)

𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 !! >:0

𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠, 𝘩𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑦/𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑚𝑤𝑢𝑎𝘩 <3

𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑏𝑦: 𝑁𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑎_𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 ❥

#obey me #obey me! shall we date? #asmodeusobeyme #beelzebub obey me #leviathanobeyme #obey me mammon #obey me belphie #lucifer obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me levi hc #obey me levi fluff #obey me levi x reader #obey me levi x mc

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this or that self ship asks: 4 and 18

Thank you so much for sending me these 💗💗 I will also answer for Sukuita, since you love them too!!

4. spooning or one person laying their head on the other's chest?

Sukuna: When we go to sleep Sukuna hugs me from behind, but most of the time we move in our sleep, and I wake up with my head on Sukuna's chest, snuggled against his side, and his arms wrapped around me 💗

Yuuji: Spooning all night. Usually, Yuuji is the big spoon and snuggles comfortably against my back. And once he is asleep, he doesn't move and nothing can wake him, so I can't move either with those strong arms holding me so tightly ;)

Sukuita: Spooning. Most of the time, Sukuna is the big spoon, and Yuuji is the little spoon because Sukuna loves to be the one in control and take care of his boyfriend. And a little bit of possessiveness plays a role, too ;) But sometimes, when Sukuna is having a bad day, the roles get reversed. Yuuji senses it when Sukuna is stressed, and no matter how often Kuna insists he is fine, Yuuji won't let him get away with it. And since he is very strong, too, he can adjust their sleeping position, so he is the big spoon. He hugs Sukuna tightly from behind, kisses his neck, and tells him, "It's ok, baby. I got you. You can let go. Let me take care of you tonight."

18. cuddle in bed or need their space to sleep?

Sukuna: Cuddle! Sukuna likes to act tough, but he is a cuddler when he is in love. He loves to wrap himself around me and hold me close, protecting me and taking care of me. And he also loves it when we sit on the couch, and he can lay his head in my lap while I pet his hair. He isn't used to tender touches and doesn't allow just anybody to try that on him because it takes a certain vulnerability to let someone see a softer side of him. But with me, he can let himself fall, and he learned that he really really loves to get cuddled and his hair petted and his face and neck kissed 💗

Yuuji: A very cute and clingy cuddler 💗 He is like a big, warm teddy bear, craving to be close to me and to snuggle really close. Yuuji is someone who is very affectionate and touchy-feely, and he kind of lacked all that in his childhood and teenage years, so he really makes up for it now and cuddles me all the time. We cuddle when we watch movies, we cuddle while Yuuji cooks, we cuddle in the subway, where I sit on his lap, lmao. And, of course, we cuddle in bed, and Yuuji doesn't let go of me the whole night.

Sukuita: Lots of cuddling!! Yuuji surprised Sukuna with just how cuddly he was. Always so eager to touch his man and make him feel loved and reassured. It changed Sukuna to have someone who treats him with genuine affection the way Yuuji does. And suddenly, it felt really natural to wrap his arms around Yuuiji during one of those cuddle attacks and pull him closer to get even more cuddles. And after all, Sukuna is pretty possessive of his brat, so he loves to have him so close. Yuuji was the best teacher when it came to teaching Sukuna how to love someone, and now Sukuna showers Yuuji with love too, always so protective and caring of him 💗

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Hello again! I am here for the match up trade we spoke about; the fandoms I would like to be romantically matched up in are HXH(no Hisoka!!!!), black butler, jjba(part 4), One piece, Oran high school host club, danganronpa 2, final fantasy 7, devil man cry baby, demon slayer(I would love a demon), and blue lock. 

I am panromantic with a male lean, I don’t really care for pronouns(but I mainly use she/her), and I’m an ISTP Aquarius.

I have chin length curly blonde hair with green eyes and ivory skin tone; I’m extremely insecure about my face and body. I’m 5’5” with a mixed grunge aesthetic. I’m built strong and stocky with longer legs. I have scars on my shoulders and back that I’m not a fan of showing to people.

I am relatively an introvert and tend to keep to myself and the people I care for, I enjoy having my time alone but I enjoy having verbal and physical connectings with others. I am quite nice and enjoyable to be around but if you start off or get off on the wrong foot with me at any time it is very hard to change that. I do have a slight bit of anger issues and will lash out at those who tick me off. I protective over those I care for and will do anything to make sure they are happy, even if it means I’m not. I can also be pretty chaotic and have surges of energy; but those drop quickly

I enjoy music like grunge, rock, indie and alternative, but I will listen to most others if I’m introduced to it. I enjoy drawing both digitally and on paper along with story writing and making characters. I enjoy nature and bug anatomy(but I love staying inside all warm and comfortable on my couch). I love cooking and baking by myself and with other people and I enjoy just talking with others about what we like to each other

I dislike red meats, people who are full of themselves or wanting to be topic of conversation always, people who are loud and noise for no reason at all. I dislike being out in public for long periods of time and I dislike disloyalty in relationships.

If I were to think of my ideal partner, I want someone who is loyal to me, who will always be there for me when I need them. I want to be able to be both best friends with them and partners with them. I want someone who can keep up with me but also just cuddle with me and be there. I want someone who won’t right away trust me, but I want someone who once they will, they will be open with me so I can help them with what ever they need help with. 

Have a good day/night and just text me if you need anything!!

Ladies, Gentleman, and Non-Bianary Pals we interrupt your day with a special trade matchup for @therapy-ghost !!

A/N: thank you so much for your patience Ms. Ghost :) i hope you enjoy all your matchups as much as possible—! Let’s start this.

Songs I was listening to: Mind Brand - Maretu, Dispair Incident - Sumia, every pill - kets4eki, asteria and pedro, Tricky House - Xikers, CAKE - Itzy, Vegas - Doja Cat, STAR WALKIN’ - Lil Nas X, Congratulations - Post Malone

Your HXH partner will be…

Shalnark!

In my opinion, i think the two of you would just vibe together you two got along together pretty quickly, you guys would have a lot of conversations on anything important or not they were always the best.

He can also stand your chaotic energy, though it would probably tire him out.

Even though he sees his victims as puppets he would never think that way with you at all, you made him feel something he never felt for ages, I don’t think he would do any PDA but when y’all are in a private area he will be very, very affectionate with you.

He would also listen to anything your listening to such as rock, indie, alternative music, whatever it is and even if it isn’t to his tastes he would say anything and just relax with you.

Your Black Butler partner is no other than…

Undertaker!

While he is a eccentric and enigmatic person while you are a nice and somewhat chaotic person you’d both be perfect for each other!

He will always giggle whenever you guys are having conversations, he’s not like laughing at you of course, it just means he enjoys having chats with you.

You guys will always be a chaotic pair, sometimes you even prank people (mostly ciel) and you guys will be laughing your asses off! There’s no doubt that this is probably his first romantic relationship he will always stay loyal to you, why wouldn’t you think he wouldn’t? There’s no other person out there like you—!

He would also admire you drawing, cooking, baking and etc, he would love to taste test with whatever you cooked! Or if you drew something and gave it to him he’ll forever treasure it and protect it with his life.

Your JJBA partner is…

Josuke Higashikata!

This was a little bit hard for me but after some thinking I thought Josuke would be a good match for you! You guys didn’t really start off bad in my opinion, i think that he was very respecting of your angerness and decided to say hi to you and have a conversation and then it went on from there!

I think you both are very protective of each other, i also think that if he see’s anyone trying to flirt with you he’ll be boiling with jealousy, but I think you would comfort him anyways and he’ll be okay for the rest of the day :)

You guys are like the best friends to lovers troupe lol, he started falling more in love with you when he would always have conversations with you and also because of your fascinating personality.

If you’ve been out in public for to long and you ask your boyfriend, josuke, if you can go home he’ll be taking you back home without a word or complaint.

Your One Piece partner is…

Shanks!

Honestly, I feel like he’s a great match for you, he’s super friendly and charismatic towards you, but by 20x more times :) he enjoys having a lot of connecting conversations with you, its probably the king enjoyable part about his day to just be able to talk to his loved one.

He is very caring towards you, you say you wanna go home? Right away!, To many people? He’ll take you to a more quieter place then! He can also vibe with your chaotic aura, he’ll probably join you if he’s in the mood.

He would also love taking you on walks through a forest to see your face light up with excitement when you see a beautiful view in nature.

He super appreciative of your caring attitude, he’s forever grateful when he’s in the arms of your care and he’ll be happy to do the same in return for all your love.

Your Ouran High School Host Club Sweetheart is…

Kyoya Ootori

Your so lucky to have this man holy moly, super okay with your anger issues, if you even get mad at tamaki he wouldn’t complain at all.

Whenever he’s on break and everything, he loves having his conversations with you, you were also his favorite customer and somehow you started dating him?!?! what did he ever do to deserve such a caring girlfriend like you… anyways, he’s like the mother figure to the club and since your also a card taker the entire club will be begging for both of your help.

He’s someone who will be there with you no matter what happens, if something bad ever happens he’ll tell you who hurted you and will have a nice little “chat” with them :) if that’s not the case and you don’t feel like talking if that happens he’ll go and get some tea and cookies for you both pull you into a hug and let you cry on his shoulder until your ready to talk.

Your Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair Partner is…

Gundham Tanaka!

This was a little hard but I also thought of Kazuichi for you but I wasn’t sure if it was the best choice so it’ll go in my little round-ups when you finish this, but honestly, you both seem to be chill with each other!

He honestly enjoys having conversations with you! But also, he also loves your creativity for your art! He also loves your story writing to and he also hopes you enjoy his creativity as well since I know that he would want someone who appreciates his creativity, also he’s a gentleman, there will never be a time he’s disloyal to you, that’s a nono.

He also loves your appearance, he doesn’t see a reason why you would dislike the way you look, he’ll be happy to show you that your beautiful no matter what, he’ll show you in many ways.

He’s not someone who shows any affection in public, but in private he’ll show you a lot but he’ll be super flustered and hide his face in his magenta/purple-ish scarf, also he only trusts you with his pets! thats how much he loves you :)

Your Final Fantasy 7 partner is…

Cloud Strife!

In my opinion, it just made sense to me, let me explain why, with your polite demeanor it’ll make him slowly come out of his shell a little, not fully but a little! It’s a good process, when you also start holding conversations, he probably won’t talk a lot but if you keep doing it more he’ll start talking and then he’ll be able to have his trust with you.

Even though you both have very different personality’s it doesn’t change the fact how well you guys get along, after a lot of his tragic pasts he wasn’t really the same, but since you came along you’ve been making things a lot better for him, you would always comfort him anyway possible and he’s beyond also grateful, even if he doesn’t talk a lot or show much emotions he wants you to know that he’s always there for you, he’s also very protective of you and make sure nothing will happen.

He would also love your cooking too, honestly make him anything and when you look away the food is already gone, no he did not throw it away, he ate it like it was his last meal.

Your Devilman Crybaby partner is…

Akira Fudo!

Honestly, I think he needed someone like you in his life, he was bullied for being a “crybaby” a lot, he would cry on anyone’s behalf, including yours, you were concerned and you wanted to help of course, he appreciates it a lot but it wouldn’t stop, but you’ll always be there for him. :)

He’s super happy that he has someone who cares for him like he would do for you to! (sometimes in questionable ways, but not all the time for you!), after some time he feels a strong sense of loyalty towards you and decides to keep it that way for you!

I think he would also like listening to rock music (he gives me the vibes kinda), so I think when you guys are hanging out there’ll be some rock music being played softly in the background while you guys are handing around.

As soon as you guys get into a romantic relationship he’ll trust you with all of his life after that, he now thinks that there’s no one else for him then you now and will make sure to keep you with him forever <3

Your Demon Slayer Matchup is…

Enmu!

I also thought of Douma but he does make others feel uncomfortable about themselves so I didn’t think that was a good option so I thought that Enmu would be a good match for you! Even with his sadistic behaviors, if your a demon he’ll be sure to respect you if you tell him so otherwise.

He’s absolutely in love with your appearance, he always kisses your face whenever your near him, he also loves your personality as well! it’s very dominating so I think it’s another reason why I paired you with him.

Since he’s your boyfriend, if you ever have any bad dreams he’ll always chase them away and promise you good and happy dreams whenever you have them, and thats a promise he’ll never break towards you, that’s his way of comforting you.

And lastly, Your Blue Lock Partner is no other then…

Yoichi Isagi!

His cheerful and easygoing personality was good enough to know that he would be your beloved boyfriend ^-^ his innocent habits probably don’t get on your nerves but mostly on other people, he’s also very loyal to you as well.

He will also love being your best friend too! Another best friends to lovers troupe here lol, he also loves watching you do draw, cook and anything really, he enjoys rambling about anything to you, mostly about his soccer games.

He also loves if you drive him to his games and listen to any music on the way there, and maybe you guys go get something to drink, either from a coffee shop or gas station, and y’all would just have a lot of fun anyways!

Round-ups: Gon (Hunter X Hunter), William T. Spears (Black Butler), Tamaki Suoh (Ouran High School Host Club), Aerith Gainsborough (Final Fantasy 7), Douma (Demon Slayer).

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Catharsis - Resident Evil OC Snippets Part 2

Carlisle is a young transgender man that worked at RPD as a receptionist and was recovered from the rubble that fateful night in 1998 after being separated from the rookie cop that had rescued him. Saved by a scientist fleeing the city, the young man is offered the chance of a lifetime--to be involved with experimental rapid and completely transformative testosterone HRT. Carlisle gives himself a new name and accepts to be part of the study, falling in love with His Doctor (Spencer Stevens) along the way and watching as his dreams come true. Things are not always as they seem though, and it seems the good doctor did not have his patient's best interests at heart...and Carlisle soon discovers he is Umbrella's newest BOW experiment. This small snippet is an excerpt of Carlisle's journey after escaping Umbrella captivity and living in hiding with an old friend as they desperately hunt for a antivirus.

My hands cross over his, my nails like sharpened iron, skin rough and hopelessly dry beneath hair so thick it is almost like fur. He is fast asleep, bare chest and small breasts moving softly with each breath, the moon peeking through the blinds making his nipple rings glimmer. I like how he sparkles even when his eyes are closed.

I reach up and brush the hair from his forehead. It's warm. Still a little sick. It's likely from the stress. He told me he used to get them all the time as a kid, both when he was homeless and in his foster homes. He told me it didn't happen too often anymore until after what happened to him in Spain.

My feet hang off the ends of the bed, but I don't care. Gently, I pull him to me. He is well muscled, yet so impossibly soft. Irresistibly soft. He feels delicate in my arms, though I know he's not. I remember the way his eyes shined the night we met in Raccoon City. They don't shine like that anymore. The boy I met that night and the man I lay with are two different chapters. And yet, as my eyes fixate on the soft stubble of his chin, I know it is the same story, a book I am hopelessly lost in.

I'm changing. The doctor who did this to me... He said he wanted to help me. He promised me metamorphosis. I wanted to be a man, but as the days progress I turn more and more into a monster. I was happy with him once...but Leon helped me escape when the doctor became less of a lover and more of an owner. When I became less "future husband" and more lab rat. Leon has kept me safe and hidden in the two years since. Within the past few months, physical changes have begun to happen more rapidly. It makes me sick to my stomach. Leon tries to help me figure out how to cure it, he uses all his resources to try and seek an antivirus, he assures me we'll fix me before the mutation progresses too far, promises that we'll get me proper healthcare and not some "wackjob science experiment".

Leon understands me in a way no one else does. He is...like me. My doctor gave me the word, but Leon gave me the truth. Transgender.

And yet, I feel like it is already too late.

I'm crying without realizing it, fat rivers of tears coursing down my cheeks. I only realize my eyes are closed--imagining the man I could have been...and oh god, the nightmarish thought of living as a woman, of having repressed everything I am forever, but oh fuck, what am I turning into, what the fuck am I going to do--when Leon's hand cups my chin. His hands are tiny and kind against my jaw. He is strong and reassuring, his eyes dark with concern.

I blink against the stream of tears, ready to apologize, but he places a finger to my lips and then pulls me in close. He's so much smaller than me, and yet he feels like my whole world.

He's kept me so safe, and yet...we've never said it. The L word. It terrifies both of us. We sleep in the same bed. But we're not dating. Just saving space. Being economical. When we cuddle or fuck...boredom. Loneliness. Desperation?

Well. I'm desperate at least. Always have been.

I sob into him, let him run his fingers through my hair until I am weak, until I slump down and pull him into the crook of my chest, feeling him relax against the iron wall of my stomach. A thread of hunger pulses through me, and I grit my teeth, angry. I think of the dog from the other day...the thought of all that blood makes my stomach hurt. I try to not think about it at all. I try to focus on calming the predatory beat of my heart, on lowering my blood pressure.

He sighs softly, pressing his back into me, filling up every inch of space between us. "It's going to be okay." He says. He says more, comforting words and promises that ease me into sleep, gentle lullabies that bleed together and make a soft hum as I fade.

I believe him.

I believe him with all my heart, even as my skin starts to split and bloody pus drips onto the wooden floor. I believe even as disgusting red pustules form on my skin, breaking open into weepy new eyes, the sight from my true eyes beginning to leave, bright and painful as looking at the sun. Even as my spinal pain makes it difficult to stand upright. Even as my knuckles drag on the ground like some sort of beast. Even when I begin to lose my mind, when I forget words, when I keep getting bigger and need more and more meat.

Even when I'm losing everything that makes me me, I believe him. He smiles the same way he did that night in 1998. After everything... Even when the light in his eyes is dark, he still smiles. Always something to say. Just the right thing. How can I not believe him?

I believe him until I'm nothing.

I wonder if he still believes?

I don't think I'm waking up this time.

#trans leon #trans leon s kennedy #trans resident evil #resident evil #resident evil oc #resident evil x reader #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil 2 #leon s kennedy #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #lgbt #lgbtq #transmasc #trans #resident evil 4 #re4r

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Hi Emilia. I just want to say seriously how much your ep8 Joel & Ellie piece is just incredible. I’ve really enjoyed seeing your work on the dash over the past couple of months while TLOU has been on, and it has always taken my breath away. This most recent one is just — gorgeous and devastating. The way you’ve captured Ellie’s expression … it’s a look that so many women and girls know so well, and it is just perfectly detailed. Honestly, truly, amazing. Thank you for sharing with us!

Hi Nonnie! Gosh, thank you so, so much - I am extremely happy to hear that you think so! Man. This piece is very emotionally loaded, but then so is the episode - apparently the Winter chapter always hits hard, no matter if it's the game or the show. It makes it so clear that Ellie, while she's smart and strong and capable it's still a child, a young teenager who suddenly has to not only keep herself alive, but also take care of Joel - the pressure is absolutely crushing. And she does it. It makes her take risks she maybe wouldn't have had taken otherwise, but God, she does it - she makes sure that the place they stay in is safe, she keeps Joel as warm as she can, checks for fever, checks the wound, gives him water and whatever they have left of food. That alone is absolutely terrifying, without the perspective of having other hostile people or infected added to the equation.

And the way she hesitantly cuddled up with Joel, and just lied there, her head on his shoulder, mind probably running wild through all the possible scenarios, all the what if's and maybes? (And how he slightly moves his head towards her? I cried, Nonnie. I am surprised I was able to see anything at all of this episode with how freaking teary eyed I was most of the time) I just- I just love Ellie with my whole heart, okay? This whole episode she was both terrified and so, so determined, and fucking hell, it broke me. She locked the house, she picked the rifle that was almost as big as she is, and she went hunting. She went hunting knowing she has to bring something back, knowing that her failure might cost her both Joel's and her's life. And then, there's David. David is hands down the worst enemy I have ever had the displeasure of facing - he makes my skin crawl and my insides turn. I have to say, big kudos for HBO for making him as awful in the show as he was in the game. David and his dead shark eyes and shark smiles, a man that activates all of your fight and flight responses the second your eyes land on him. And you're a fourteen years old girl, trying to stay alive, trying to make a deal while suffocating under enormous time pressure - every wasted minute might mean losing the chance of saving the person you love with all of your heart, who is currently wounded, sick, and barely breathing, tucked under some dirty blankets in a freezing basement of a house you're way too far away from. I cannot even imagine the absolute fucking terror Ellie had to feel when later they came back for her - for them - and she had to make another hard choice. How she put that knife in Joel's hand, who was barely conscious at that point, making sure he could defend himself before leaving the house, locking it up, and trying to led them away, making sure they are hunting her because staying there and waiting form them to inevitably find them meant death, because she won't be able to protect them both. So she left, she got their attention, she ran the exact opposite way of someone who means safety to her, because that was her best shot at keeping him - them - alive. And then they got her, and kept her in a cage, with no means of escaping, not knowing what they want to do with her, not knowing if they got Joel or not - only knowing she has to get out, escape, because she has no time to waste, because for all she knows her dying also meant leaving Joel to slowly die in that basement, no food, no water, his whole world just a fever dream where you're not sure what's real and what's not. That, or the men will get to him first. And there's David; David making you recoil more violently than any infected ever could, David and his sickly, rotting-sweet words and clammy hands. And he tells her how they are the same, how he can be her teacher, her father, have her be his equal. And Ellie fights, and screams, and bite - and God, she's so smart but still just fourteen, everyone is bigger and stronger than she is, her chances of fighting someone 1 on 1 and winning are slim to none. People who have never played the game - I need you to understand just how terrifying the part of escaping the restaurant is. From a technical point of view it is not that hard, sure. But it's terrifying, having David hunt you through the kitchen and the dining hall, having to sneak around the tables, watching for broken plates on the floor - because if you made a mistake you were as good as dead; he was fast, and he was stronger than you, and you couldn't even see him in the dark. David was scary, and it was such instinctual fear that you can feel it in your bones - and Ellie's just a girl. And he's hunting her like an animal and enjoying it. David was scary for so many other reasons than being a cult leader and a cannibal.

And then Ellie is able to save herself, hands wrapped tight around the hilt of that meat cleaver, and she just strikes, and strikes, and strikes, even after David's long gone, his blood cooling on her skin. It's the fear, the rage, the horror - not just because of David, but because of everything that lead up to this moment. And she looks so dazed after she leaves the restaurant, and she barely takes a dozen of steps before she thinks she has to fight for her life again. But then it's Joel, all soft voice and steady hands, and you can see the moment she realizes it, really sees him through the haze of adrenaline and all of her instincts screaming for her to fight and run and survive. You can see it in the way her shoulders slump, how her eyes search his face, still barely focused, how she tries to tell him what happened, because he's here, he came for her, he's warm and alive and he's her home. And when she moves to hug him he holds her, because he's got her now, it's okay, baby girl, he won't let anything else happen to her, he will always come for her, he will do anything for her, to keep her safe. . He's gentle, and patient, and he wraps her in his jacket, staying close, trying to offer all the comfort he can, Because Joel might not always be a good man, but being a good, loving dad is the only way he knows how to be a father And Ellie's empty stare is haunting, vacant eyes not really focused on anything, her mind not being able to deal with all the horrors anymore, everything crashing the moment she feels like she is safe, everything crashing untill all you feel is nothing - just a cold, numb void. Bella deserves all the awards just for this episode alone - we couldn't have imagined a better Ellie. All the emotions and feeling they put on the screen....God, it broke my heart. I couldn't help but to just... sit down and draw it, you know Nonnie? I can't stop thinking about this ep. Again, thank you so, so much for the ask! And... I do apologize for the rant. I, uh. Have a lot of feelings about it all. Your message means the world <3

#the last of us #Ellie Williams #Joel Miller #tlou spoilers #hbo tlou #answering stuff #thank you Nonnie #art stuff #honestly #it means so so much to hear that #your message made me a tiny bit emotional #but I wanted to wait till I will be fully awake to reply #and man sorry for the rambling