#ngl i burst out laughing so hard

[mercymaker]

i was making stew today and pulled it out of the oven to put some veggies in it. as i wanted to stir them in i accidentally touched the pot handle just briefly, burning my finger in the process

finished cooking the stew, called bf to fill his plate. he grabs the spoon, immediately grabs the hot handle. burns his hand.

i just love that we're both absolute idiots and did the exact same thing. that's amore

#life #ngl i burst out laughing so hard #just two oongaboonga monkeys @ seeing food

[ganondoodle]

im listening to some zelda music compilations again and i gotta say 2 things

damn does the hyrule warriors, aoc included, line have some bangers or what

and damn, if you ignore the absolut blast i was having fighting koga, does totks music on its own make me feel things the game never did, like i dont wanna sound like i keep hating on it but man the music is SO GOOD in ways the game didnt deliver on and when i hear it i just kinda drift off into what id imagine the game being like with music like this and then be sad about the real one like the trailer music alone is just GOD what it made me think theyd dare do with the story after turning what was largely considered THE zelda gameplay so on its head, now surely totks gonna be daring in terms of story, its the most logical progressio-

oh :(

#ganondoodles talks #zelda #totk #music gets to me on a level that no picture can #like when i hear the music i tear up!!!! #and yet the only times i got teary eyed when playing the game was whenever i fought koga bc i was so ecstatic to have him back #and the cutscene were gan does THAT face bc i laughed so hard about it i half cried #sorry gan #the cutscene before didnt phase me bc the story didnt hook me at all and i knew sonia was the dead wife trope #but i didnt expect that face from him and im pretty sure i burst out laughing despite trying my best to stay silent during cutscenes #anyway the music makes me mad bc its so good #some themes even have a distinct joe hisaishi feel to it and that on top of the ghibli aesthetic they borrowed from #but none of the good storytelling makes me so god damn frustrated sad #i fear the next game ngl

[hyuckmov]

haechan - all my demons have your smile

demon!haechan x angel!reader genre: smut, angst, fluff if you're into it wc: 9.6k <3 warnings: dubcon-y & morally gray (reader is a literal angel and doesn't know a lot about anything so it's hard to give informed consent, haechan manipulates her emotions and dreams bc he's a demon), heavy on the corruption kink, wet dreams, masturbating (m), thigh riding / grinding, blowjobs and oral, fingering, haechan thick cock agenda, power dynamics (supernatural edition), sweet aftercare, overstim other warnings: angel demon lore is a mix of representation in pop culture and media and is very NOT based on its religious connotations a/n: happy birthday to me...ngl i wrote 40% of this either tipsy or drunk. this is for all the people who requested being corrupted by haechan….please lmk what you think i hope you guys like this!!! thank u to @saintlyhyuck for giving me the idea for writing demon hyuck <3

haechan thinks your reaction when he calls you angel is like a shot of pure pleasure in his veins. 

"hey, angel." 

you spin around, mouth falling open, flush high on your cheeks. "how could you…?" 

in the dim light of the club, haechan can hardly believe his luck. he raises his eyebrows, leaning in closer to you, delighting in the way you tense. the glow of your skin growing stronger, the feathers of your wings – folded and poorly disguised as a halloween costume, beginning to rustle nervously. 

how could he? more like how couldn't he, what with the way you looked then. the glow of your skin growing stronger, the feathers of your wings – folded and poorly disguised as a halloween costume, beginning to rustle nervously. 

"what do you mean?" he smiles innocently, tilting his head to the side. he has to bite back a laugh at the sound of confusion you make, a small whimper in your throat. "angel is what i call all the pretty girls i see." 

at the stricken look on your face, he lets his mouth fall open deliberately slowly, widening his eyes mockingly. "unless…you're a real angel?" 

you look like a deer in headlights, trembling slightly, unsure of what to say. it was only your first night in the human world. you'd heard there were demons and devils roaming the streets, monsters and spirits hidden in shadowy corners who would hurt you for your wings, worse ones who would strip you of your skin. creatures who were dying to get ahold of an angel and figure out what made you glow, harvest parts of you which were so holy and undamaged. you weren't supposed to let anyone know who you were, least of all strange boys in dark and shadowy places. 

haechan can feel his body burning. it's as if he's hyper-attuned to each breath you take, every single particle of you seeping with untainted innocence, something breathtakingly pure about the way you shake in your flimsy white dress. anticipation claws against his insides – he wants you, wants to learn every part of you, drink in your sweetness and choke on it. 

he's never ruined an angel before. the thought of it sends a heavy pulse through him, right to his gut. 

"relax…" he soothes. he wants to touch your skin, but he knows you might just burst into pure flame out of sheer fright. he softens his gaze as much as possible, tries to dim the desire. a soft smile on his face, he places a hand on his chest, to where his heart should be — if he had one. 

"i'm an angel too." 

you gasp, hands flying up to cover your mouth, relief flooding your system. "really?" 

he nods, lips morphing into a comforting smile. his hand reaches out to touch your upper arm, stroking your skin soothingly. he almost moans with how soft-to-touch it is, your angel's glow tickling his fingers with warmth, spreading through his body and churning inside him. 

"of course," he murmurs. "you're safe with me." 

"if you're an angel…" you lean closer to him, wary of others who may be listening to your conversation. you couldn't believe your luck, finding another angel the first night you got here. breath fanning lightly over his face, you whisper, "where are your wings?"

he can't help it – his breath hitches. he's able to count your every eyelash, feel your chest rise and fall, pretty pink mouth so close to his. there's no suspicion at all in the way your eyes sparkle with innocent curiosity, wide and trusting. 

he can't help it — he wants to see them fill with tears. 

"you want to see my wings?" he murmurs, leaning down. brushing a light hand on your shoulder, he skims the glow of your skin, reaching behind you and letting the tips of his fingers brush the feathers of your wings. 

you still. a strange feeling spreads through you, the room swimming slightly as it makes your head go light, settling deep inside your bones with a dark pulse. this is something you've never felt in heaven – and you're not sure if you want to scream, or run, or guide his hand further on your shoulder blades, letting them linger on places you're sure no angels would ever touch… 

"can you show me?" your voice, achy and soft, is the only sound he can hear. 

and he can't help but wonder, as he guides you towards the back door with a hand on the small of your back, your footsteps barely touching the ground, holy light misting around your body in dizzying waves, – what is an angel like you doing in a place like this?

x

you close your eyes, but open them to find yourself sitting up in an unfamiliar bedroom. 

not the one you had just gone to sleep in - this one had dark silk sheets instead of your white ones, a red glow cast over everything from the lights above. it made you dizzy, and your mouth felt dry as you turned and realised you weren't alone.

the angel you just met was sleeping peacefully next to you, his wings tucked out of sight, skin glowing slightly even under the red light. one of his large hands rests on your thigh, and you suck in a breath at the sight of his veins protruding from his arms and over the back of his hands, long fingers seeming to burn against your skin. 

something stirs in you, a heat you've never felt before that creeps all the way from your navel to the tips of your toes. you didn't know why, but you felt the urge to press your thighs together, letting out a small sigh at the tiny bit of relief it allowed you. you hardly know what you're doing, as if you're being controlled by some higher power or deeper desire, when you guide his hand between your legs with your own trembling ones. 

his fingers twitch, and you freeze. 

his eyes open slowly, nothing innocent about the way his eyes slide over your body and stop at where his hand is nestled between your legs. parting his lips, his eyes flick back to yours, a careful eyebrow raised. 

"angel…what are you doing?"

x

"that's called a dream, sweetheart." 

rubbing your eyes, you steady yourself on the kitchen counter. "so it's not real?" 

"it's not," haechan assures you, kindly. 

"is it…like…my imagination?" 

"some dreams can be pure imagination, but sometimes dreams are our mind's way of letting us know what we want," he explains, purposefully. you sit there, lost in thought, as he brings out dishes from the kitchen and encourages you to eat breakfast. 

while in the human realm, you were bound by the limitations of any human form – needing to sleep, being able to dream, having to eat and drink to sustain your energy. and although there were still aspects of your divinity which spilled over: such as your wings, and the heavenly fire which made you glow, haechan was much more interested in the other ways mortality would change you. 

your propensity to feel lust and desire, primarily. 

"so…" you chew on your lip. "the people in my dream…are they…actually….in there with me?"

haechan smiles to himself. "i don't know what you mean, angel," he fakes a look of genuine confusion when his eyes refocus on you. "who did you dream about last night?" 

"you," you answer, honestly. 

"really? what were we doing?" 

you drop your fork.

haechan laughs lightly when you fumble for it on the ground, smiling serenely back at you when you straighten up, looking at him through your lashes. 

"but, if you don't know…" you tilt your head to the side, slight hopefulness in your voice, "doesn't that mean you weren't actually in my dream last night?" 

"well…" cocking his head to the side to match your own movements, he relishes the way you tense up when he makes eye contact. "we'll only know for sure if you tell me what you were dreaming about." 

your hands fly to your mouth and you shake your head. haechan watches with fascination at the way you mist sparkling light, blush tinting your cheeks with embarrassment. "i don't want to say," you whisper. 

you don't have to say anything. haechan still remembers the way you had looked at him when he opened his eyes, the thrill of feeling you guide his hand to your core. 

dipping into your dreams had been easier than usual, your mind offering up no resistance at all and handing over all reins of control to him. 

"angel?" 

it takes him a second to realize you're referring to him. 

"yes?" 

"i realised i don't know your name."��

he only hesitates for a split second. "it's haechan," he decides. full-sun – a typical angel name. you test it on your tongue, carefully forming the sounds, and he savors it.

he can't wait for nighttime again. 

x

the second time you wake up in a dream, you almost feel at ease in the familiar red-light flooded bedroom, relaxing further when you realise it's empty this time. 

this is just my imagination, you remind yourself.

getting up from the bed, you tiptoe over to the window, looking out at the starry sky. it calms you even further, giving you the courage to turn around and explore your surroundings. aside from a bedside cabinet, and the ridiculously large bed, the room was quite empty.

wondering what lay beyond the bedroom, you make your way to the door of the bedroom, and your hand is just on the doorknob when-

"angel."

if this was just your imagination, then why did it seem so real? 

haechan lay on the bed you woke up in, one hand fisting the black silk sheets while the other traced down his body, writhing with what looked like pain. his eyes were closed, lips parted as he let out small sounds of some emotion you couldn't quite place. 

even as you try to take in what you're seeing, your mind races as you pick up a million other details. you've never seen him in clothes like this before — straps and buckles adorning his chest and pulling in his waist sharply so that you can catch every heaving breath he takes. and when his hand slides lower, ghosting under the waistline of his pants, the soft fabric shifts and you can faintly see the shape of something twitching between his legs. 

"haechan?" crossing over to the bed quickly, you place a hand on his shaking thigh, withdrawing it as if scalded when his back arches and he lets out a moan. "sorry-" you blurt out, "did i hurt you?"

"angel," he whimpers, eyes still closed as he rubs his palm over the front of his pants, his other trailing up under his shirt and teasing over his chest. "fuck-" you suck in a sharp breath at the profanity.

you know there's something wrong about the scene before you. there's nothing holy in the way he tilts his head back to let out a slew of sounds, the line between what was pain and what was pleasure blurring as his lips glisten with saliva, and when he slides that familiar veiny hand underneath his waistband, you could swear he purred. 

and surely, there was something desperately wrong with you too, because the ache between your thighs that you felt the last night was now burning something unbearable, and you felt the urge to reach out and touch him, hear what sounds he would make under your fingertips, beg him to open his eyes so you can see that hungry look again. 

his body stills.

his breathing slowly calms down, his hands slowly releasing himself from under his clothes, falling limply on the sheets. silence fills the room again and static buzzes so loud in your ears you feel like you're about to burst into flames. you don't know what you're doing, as you reach for one of his hands, guiding it towards your mouth as you dart out the tip of your tongue to taste the sticky white substance coating his fingertips. 

and then his eyes open, staring directly at you. 

x

"haechan?" 

"mmhm?" 

"did you dream, yesterday?" you ask him, hesitantly.

"yeah," he answers, easily. 

"what did you dream about?" 

"nothing much. i was in bed, –" a small gasp, and another sound as the mug in your hands slips and falls onto the table with a small thud. he grins, continuing to work on the wards guarding your front door, listening to you clean up behind him. "why? was i in your dream again?" 

a long pause. "kind of." 

when he turns, you're looking at him guiltily, hands clasped tightly in front of you as you twist your fingers this way and that. 

"angel…" he soothes, but the name only makes you shiver. crossing over to you, he pulls you into a comforting hug, your body relaxing under his touch as you lean your head against his chest. you can hear his words through his chest, a low hum filling your ears and making you feel so safe. 

"the dreams…" you admit, softly. "they're so scary…and confusing…i wish i didn't have to dream anymore, i don't think i like it at all…"

"do you want me to stay by your side when you fall asleep again? i can wake you when the dreams make you uncomfortable." 

you nod, eyes shining up at him with adoration and gratitude. 

he just can't wait for nighttime again. 

x

you can't fall asleep. 

haechan holds you against his chest, one of his thighs slotted carelessly between yours. he's resting peacefully, looking angelic under the moonlight, an arm slung protectively around your waist. but if it weren't for your white sheets and your familiar bedroom – adorned with flowers you had picked and shiny trinkets he collected for you, you would have mistaken it for another dream because of the desperate heat that throbbed inside you. 

you didn't know what to do to relieve the pain, body shifting clumsily as you tried to move your hips or rub your thighs against each other, the movement blocked by the way your legs were tangled together. frustrated, you give your hips a rough pulse against his thigh, and freeze when the sensation offers you more than a little relief, an insidious sweetness in your core. 

you move your hips again, grinding gently on his plush thighs, then a little harder as you realise it feels better the more friction there is as you rub against him. and now you're positively humping his leg, breaths coming quick and fast, whines seeping out from behind your closed lips as you try to make the pain go away, chasing pleasure as it comes. 

"angel?"

a rough hand grips your waist, and you gasp. 

haechan's wide eyes meet yours, darker than you've ever seen before, and for some reason when his hand squeezes your side you find yourself shifting even more uncontrollably against him, seeking the friction you craved. 

"i'm sorry!" your voice comes out as a whimper, as you try to back away from him. the room is burning hot, dizzying heat making you gulp. "i don't know what came over me, i just really-" your whole body flooded with shame and guilt, you pull his hand away from where it squeezes your waist.

"hey, hey, it's okay…" in the moonlight, you can see his face morph into an expression of understanding, a sense of authority in the way he helps you sit up and pulls you into his lap. he sweeps you into his arms, and you feel safer than ever before as you straddle him, your body melting with his as you nuzzle your face into his chest, still feeling the aftershocks of embarrassment when you realize he just caught you doing something so unspeakable to his unconscious body. 

you whimper out another apology, letting each stroke of your hair calm you down as he hums, low in his chest, the sound shooting straight to your core in a way that both thrills and frightens you.

"is this what the dreams were about?" 

"yes," you mumble, the sound of your heartbeat still rushing in your ears. timidly, you lift your head to meet his gaze. "i don't know why this is happening, i've never felt this way before…" 

"like this?" his hand slowly snakes down in between your legs, cupping your core with his large hand. the heel of his hand presses against some part of your core, and you keel over into him again, body shuddering as your hips buck into his hand instinctively, as if you were made to react that way. soft whimpers rise from the back of your throat as you nod in response to his question, body moving clumsily as you grind against his fingers. 

haechan swallows, hard. the image of his angel, dressed in that tissue-paper thin white nightgown, humping desperately against his hand like a bitch in heat, was more arousing than he could have ever anticipated. he wants to push you down to the bed and fuck you hard, splitting you apart on his cock and making you beg to cum, he wants to- 

"help me-," you pant in his ear, hips now moving in jagged circles, as if your body can't decide whether to lean into the pleasure or move away from it. "please, i don't know what's happening…"  

"angel, do you trust me?" he murmurs, quietly. 

the answering moan you let out punctures the air. "mmphh…

yes…" you gulp, hands now pawing at his chest as he ghosts his fingers over your clothed core. 

"then trust me when i say that all angels experience this," he advises, calmly. you're enraptured by his every word, and he leans even closer to you as he presses an insistent finger against your clit, smiling to himself as your body shudders.

hopefully, you gasp into his neck. "really?" 

dipping his fingers under your panties, he begins to rub slow circles on your clit, relishing the way you shake under his touch. "of course," he murmurs, voice dropping an octave. 

pressure begins to build up in your core as you submit to the feeling. you close your eyes, feeling him rub and pinch at your clit in a way that makes your hips jerk and your thighs go weak. you push your hips into his lap, not even really sure about what you're doing, being met with something hard that makes you whimper as it ghosts over your clothed cunt. strangely, when your hips meet his, haechan also lets out a pained groan, the hand at your core speeding up, wet sounds filling the room as he dips lower and lower, fingers tracing around your slit as he throws his head back and lets out a moan. 

"am i hurting you?" you ask, panicked, hips stuttering to an unsteady halt as you place both palms flat on his chest, trying to push yourself away from what was threatening to unravel you. "haechan i'm so sorry, i must be really bad at this-" 

he interrupts you with a searing kiss, his mouth moving against yours, tongue stroking into your mouth and claiming all your sounds. pulling you back against his body, his hips drag sinfully upwards, grinding into you with just the smallest hint of desperation. 

feeling you fuck yourself against his clothed cock, mind clouded with desire and not a single idea of what you were doing – knowing he could corrupt you in so many different ways, had his head spinning with all the possibilities.  

"you're perfect, angel." pushing you so you lay flat against the bed, he clambers over your body, all the while sponging kisses on your neck with a sweet tenderness.

"but," you shake your head, trying to get rid of the haze in your mind. "you sound like you're in pain, and-" 

"you wanna make it better, angel?" 

nodding vigorously, you sit up and almost hit your forehead against his. "please!" you beg, hands fumbling beyond your control as you struggle with the the waistband of his pants, trying to tug them down so you can see what he was doing in your last dream, so you could help with where it hurts. "i want to help, i want to make you feel good…" 

his hands sweep your wrists into a tight grip, and your movements freeze. you look up at him, breath caught in your throat. 

"from now on, angel…" he traps your hands above your head, his other dragging your nightgown up your waist with a flat palm, still trying to feel as much soft skin under his hands as possible. "can you be quiet for me? can you do that, sweetheart?" 

you nod, bottom lip snug as you bite down on it. he knows you won't be able to hold it for long. 

"i'm going to make you feel so good, angel," he breathes, hand now tugging your panties down your legs at a sinful pace. he answers your silent question with a smile. "feel how wet you are? do you know what this means, baby?" he taunts, quietly. 

"all of this…" he slides two fingers against your slick core, smiling as your hips thrust up, your body responding to him and completely out of your control. "all of this shows me how much you like me, angel." 

one long finger slides into your core, and he lets out a filthy groan at the way your tight pussy sucks him in, tight and eager. 

"have you ever touched yourself here before?" 

you shake your head. "i didn't know i could," you mumbled, hips still stuttering, fucking yourself on his finger. "haechan…it feels so…" 

he starts to slide his finger out, thrusting it slowly against your walls, this thumb comes out to rub your clit, and your back arches, a gasp wrenched from your throat as you cum, uncontrollably, all over his hand.

pulling his hand out from your core and freeing your wrists, he silences every single one of your gasps with a kiss, tenderly nipping at your lips as his hands roam over your body. he just made his angel cum for the first time. 

"m-more," you pant, hands scratching down his back as you attempt to thrust up against his stomach. "haechan- i don't mean to be greedy, but i want… i want…" 

two fingers slide easily into your core, your moans morphing into a pleasurable sigh as your eyes roll back in your head, drunk on a feeling you've never felt before. a slow heat crawls around your body, wrapping itself around you and suffocating until all you can think about are his veiny hands, the hard length in his pants, and the way you still felt empty even as he pushed a third finger into you. 

"you see how your cunt just sucks my fingers in?" his voice is baby-talk pitched, and you fall even harder under his spell, nodding vigorously as your thighs clamp shut around his hand. "such an insatiable, needy slut… thought you were supposed to be an angel, hmm?" you claw at his body, hips moving in time with the way his fingers were moving in and out of you. 

haechan feels like he's in seventh heaven, the way you're losing your mind over just his hand, obsessive over a feeling you can't even articulate. he crooks his fingers against your walls, a triumphant glow thundering in his chest when he sees you fall apart even more. 

it's when you're on the brink of cumming for a second time, your body glowing like a bonfire, spilling light all over the room, when he suddenly withdraws his hand. leaning back against the headboard, he tugs his pants down and feels his thick cock slap up against his stomach, precum glistening from the angry red tip. 

he's not prepared for the sight of you, on all fours, crawling towards him, eyes wide and begging. as if in a trance, your hand reaches towards his cock, and your palm wraps around it curiously, giving it a hard stroke. his lets out another groan, one of his own hands wrapping around yours and encouraging you to squeeze even harder, focusing your attention on the tip and covering it with your fingers. 

"i know a way that can make both of us feel good." he makes sure there's nothing but sincerity in his eyes as he watches your head shoot up in excitement. 

"how?" 

pulling you into his lap again, and whispering his words sinfully against your lips, he coaxes you with a quick nip to your bottom lip, a swipe of his tongue against yours. "let me fuck your sweet cunt, hm?" he pants. fingers sliding expertly into your cunt, he wraps an arm around your waist as he makes scissoring motions in you, stretching you out. "bet you feel so empty…" he pouts, nodding sympathetically towards you. "i can fill you up so good, angel, you'll realize this is what you were made for…" 

your mind is slipping out of your grasp. you forget everything about being an angel, about how weird it felt to be touched like this, how you never once had another angel touch you between your legs, ideas of purity and innocence and sin blurring in a happy haze. 

"are you…" you gulp, eyeing the girth of his cock, the way it twitched under your palm as you squeezed. "are you sure it'll fit…in me?" you wonder aloud. 

"would you rather have me fuck your throat, angel?" 

"would that work?" and fuck, you're back on your knees, head dangerously close to his cock as your tongue darts out, licking up a shiny bead of precum from his slit. he's frozen in place as he watches you nuzzle your face against it, making a soft whiny sound at the back of your throat as you messily tongue at the base, his cock twitching against the soft skin of your cheek. "i don't…" you lap tentatively at his tip, using a hand to steady yourself on his thigh, the other gripping his cock and gently sucking the tip into your mouth, withdrawing when you feel the stretch against your lips. "i don't think it'll fit…" 

"come here," he croaks, arms coming up to steady you as you rush up to meet him, doe-eyes searching his for answers to this desperate desire he's instilled within you. 

"i need you," you whimper, frustratedly. "haechan please, i'll be good for you, just make this feeling go away…"

his cock teases over your entrance, and your moan rips through the half-finished sentence on your lips. 

"feels good?" he murmurs, kissing you deeply again as he thrusts up gently into you. "sit on it, don't be shy angel…" 

steadying yourself on his shoulders, you sink down on him, stopping every few seconds as you feel a slight stretch. the prep you've done with his fingers and all the teasing allowing your walls to give way to him, snugly sucking him in as you pulse around his member. every time you whimper, wings fluttering where they were folded against your back, he kisses you gently, hands stroking up and down your spine and distracting you from the sensation in your lower half.

"just a bit more, baby…" he bottoms out in you, a satisfied groan rumbling in his chest as he squeezes you into his embrace, your arms wrapped around him, craving his skin against yours as you shudder. he's already ripping your nightgown from your body, the luscious feeling of bare skin making you purr in delight. 

your palms skid over his skin, settling on his shoulders as he gives a rough thrust upwards, and you feel his cock drag heavy against your walls. his hand moves purposefully over to your clit, mimicking a vibrating motion with his fingers so you only clench tighter around him. when you cum again – the inner sides of your thighs now so wet that the filthiest sounds fill the room every time your hips meet, he feels lke he could do this forever. 

slowing down his movements, he gently pushes your hair out of your face to give you a little break. "how do you feel, angel?" he asks, softly.

"g-good…" you hiccup, swivelling your hips this way and that, trying to find a rhythm now that he had stilled within you. 

he hums, still not moving, enjoying the way you squirm in his lap. "something wrong?" 

"it hurts…" you whine, now bouncing on his lap, nails digging into his shoulders. "it hurts when you don't move, haechan, please…" 

"do you believe me when i said you were made for me?" 

"yes," you rasp out, as he starts to fuck into you again, making you feel every ridge and vein on his cock as he grinds up into you, blunt tip insistent against your sweet spot and making you feel that mind-numbing pleasure again. 

"is this all you're good for, angel? sitting in my lap, looking pretty…" he bites down on your neck, and you let out a soft cry. "being fucked open on me…" 

you nod, words leaving you as you melt under his strong grip. 

"making me so happy, angel," he murmurs, and you smile dopily up at him, panting. 

"you like making me happy?' 

you nod, swallowing hard as you work yourself into a frenzy, and he loves it, loves the way you rock your hips into his at an embarasing pace, sensitivity all at once too much for you and never enough. he watches as your eyes roll back into your head, wings bursting open with the sheer force of how hard you cum, walls squeezing him so tight that he can barely move as he lets go too. you gasp when you feel his warmth painting your walls, a new sensation on top of everything you've experienced that night making you let out a distressed whine. 

"be good for me, angel, hmm?" he coaxes, pulling you harder down onto his lap so you can't free yourself from his embrace. "let me fill you up."

dumbly, succumbing to the way he pulls you in for another kiss, you let your eyelids flutter shut, an overwhelming sense of fatigue flooding your entire system. until the room goes blurry at the edges, and the last thing you're aware of is haechan's hands sliding low on your navel, feeling where he was buried deep inside you, hands pressing against the way you bulge out — his pretty little angel stretched out and filled with him.

x

he's never fucked an angel before, so it almost comes as a shock when he catches a glimpse of you on his way out of your bathroom, immobile on your bed, skin drained of all its heavenly glow, a dullness so abrupt he freezes.

if he was to be honest, which he almost never had to be, his original plan had included leaving immediately after he got you in his bed. he had only been drawn to the idea of defiling an angel, filling you up with a need you never felt before, staining the glow of innocence that lit up your skin from beneath. 

he wanted the sight of you on your knees — of tears rolling down your cheeks. but he never prepared for this – 

haechan. 

your voice murmurs in his head, and he can hear how hoarse and fragile it is. he doesn't dare to move as he watches you, so motionless you're barely breathing, your body shielded by your wings and drawing his attention to how your feathers look like they would crumble into ashes. 

your voice creeps into his head again, and it's like some form of sick retribution – first he plays with your dreams, and now he doesn't know if it's really your voice in his mind or if it's some sort of guilt that seeped out of you and into him. 

haechan?

he moves without meaning to, the next thing he knows he's sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands sliding against the sheets towards you. 

"angel?" 

your eyes open to look at him, and through the haze of fatigue and your slow blinking, he can see that you're terrified. 

what's happening to me? 

he touches the tip of your wing. he pitches his voice low, and soothing.

"you're just adjusting from being in the human world," he murmurs. 

what if what we just did was wrong? tears well up in your eyes, and your lips part in a silent cry. haechan, i've never felt like this before…

he shushes you with a soft sound, leaning over to gather up your limbs and hold you against his chest, rocking you back and forth as he murmured praises into your hair. 

"how could it be wrong if it felt so good, angel?" wiping away your tears with a careful finger, he smiles encouragingly at you, pressing a light kiss to your cheek.

you nod, hanging onto his every word, letting it wash over you as your truth.

 "and also…" his voice dips. "didn't you see how happy you made me just now?" he murmurs, lips nipping at your ear. "don't you like making me happy?"

you nod again. 

hesitating, his hand cups your face, stroking over your jaw. he knows what would make you stronger again — something he read about angels surfacing in his mind before, recalling how your power was usually most concentrated in the column of your throat, and why it was extra sensitive. creatures would slit your throat for just a taste of your angel's grace, but if he were just to touch you at your sweet spot, feel your divinity underneath his fingertips and coax it to grow stronger with his own powers…

quietly, so as not to startle you, he slides his hand to your neck, tracing his fingertips over where your pulse point would be. your body begins to stir as he rubs circles closer to the back of your neck,  limbs twitching back to life and falling limp again. 

"how does it feel, angel?" he asks, softly. 

your lips part. "strange…" your voice is raw, a hollow and broken sound. "never felt this before…" 

he reaches the nape of your neck, and suddenly your hand flies up to grab his wrist in a strong hold – halting his movements and causing him to freeze as your nails dig into his skin, threatening to pierce through to his veins. "don't-!"

"i'm not going to hurt you," he murmurs, voice dripping patience and tenderness as he slowly pries each of your fingers off his wrist, interlocking his other hand with yours. "this is going to feel really good, okay?" 

your body continues to squirm against his, finger locking his in a death grip as he ghosts his hand over the nape of your neck, finally locating your most vulnerable spot judging by the way you let out a soft sound in his ear. he applies more pressure, massaging his fingers in soothingly and whispering praises to drown out your whimpering. 

and sure enough, your glow begins to come back – starting from where his hand held yours, a warm golden light which flowed through your veins and under your skin, your body heating up and enveloping him in that blissful glow again. you taste sweet when he presses a careful kiss to your collarbone, and if he listens closely he can almost hear your body hum with power, wings fluttering against your back as their ashy color seems to wash itself off, replaced with the pristine glow he'd taken a liking to. 

"haechan?" 

"yes, angel?" 

"when can we do that again?" you mumble, shyly. 

fuck that – he was beginning to grow obsessed with you. 

x

strolling with you outside, haechan lets the fresh air wash over him and calm him down. you look ethereal next to him, passerby's eyes glazing over when they catch sight of the way you seem to glide rather than walk, peering curiously at the different shop windows and dreamily staring at the stars above. possessively, he wraps an arm around your waist just so anyone who looks at you looks at him too, and realises you're his as much as he was yours. 

"this is so pretty," you whisper to him, tugging him to a display of diamond jewelry up ahead. he's learnt that you like shiny things and the smell of spring-time, that he could make your skin glitter by gently nipping at your bottom lip when he kissed you. looking at you and completely ignoring the jewels behind glass, he takes in the familiar look of love in your eyes and smiles. 

he could have robbed the store for you before you even had the time to blink. a snap of his fingers and the very necklace you were pointing at could have made its way onto your neck. or he could have had some fun with you and convinced you to steal it, coax you into doing one more terrible thing. 

but he pulls you into the store anyway – even as you latch onto his arm nervously, tugging at his sleeve telling him you don't need the pretty jewels. but still he patiently converses with the store attendant, encouraging you to pick out the pieces you liked the most, enjoying the genuine happiness in your eyes as he spoiled you with gifts. 

when the attendant is busying himself in the back room, you peek over at him with barely contained excitement, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. 

"i'll make it up to you," you breathe, arms hooked around his neck. 

"how?" 

"i…" you look at him through your lashes, and he can feel your skin heat up. "i can do that thing you talked about last time…" 

"what thing?" he presses, pulling you closer so all of your attention is focused on him. 

you barely notice, caught up in your thoughts. "when i asked…and you told me…" 

"angel," he says, lowly. his voice is more raspy than he thought it would be, rough with need. "i won't know what you mean if you don't say it-" 

"you can fuck my throat," you say, softly. he searches your eyes and sees that you're embarrassed, yes, even a little guilty at the crude words which your lips just formed, but there's no trace of fear at all. you trust him wholly and completely, your breathing tinged with desperation as it picks up, as you brush up closer to him. when he doesn't respond, you hesitate a little, trying to decipher his expression. "if…if you still want to." 

"want to?" he murmurs. 

"i might not be very good at it, but you can teach me-" 

groaning, he swallows the rest of your sentence with a hungry kiss, the kind that lifts you off your feet and makes you feel like you're flying and falling all at once. 

x

he takes you home in an instant, dropping the bags of necklaces and diamonds as he pushes you roughly against the bedroom door. you slide to your knees in between his spread legs, his pretty angel, eyeing him with a maddeningly innocent look of wonder on your face. 

"how…how are you going to…" 

"do you want me to teach you?" 

you nod excitedly, hands now stroking his thighs absentmindedly, and he has to stifle a groan. 

"what if…" he clears his throat. "what if i changed my mind? what if i don't want to teach you anymore?" 

"please-" your eyes widen with fear. "i'll be good for you..." he still looks unconvinced, so more words fall at random from your lips. "and if i'm not good enough, you can punish me-" 

pulling you up, he kisses you harshly. it was almost as if you were rotten through and through, and it was all because of him. 

"i don't think there will be a need for punishments, angel," he assures you, gently pushing you back down on your knees as he shoves his pants down, tongue poking into his cheek and stretching his puffy lips apart as he watches the way you eye his cock almost hungrily. 

you start out by taking just the tip into your mouth, suckling on it lightly and letting go with a gasp when you feel like you can't breathe. he trains you through it, coaxing you to take more and more, holding your head down when you feel like giving up and stroking your face encouragingly every time you smile back at him, lips messy with drool and precum, eager for his approval. 

he finally gets you to sink down on him — feel your hot wet tongue licking over his veins, shoving your way through and choking yourself on his length, nose hitting his navel as your nails dig into his thighs with pain, trying desperately hard to breathe through your nose like he taught you as he fucks his hips up experimentally. 

it's like one of his filthiest fantasies, the way he pulls out to cum all over your face — your mouth lewdly open and trying to lick up as much of him as you could, unaware of how it made you look. 

"i'm sorry, angel," and he swears he almost feels it, as he pushes his fingers deep into you, rewarding you for your good behavior. "next time, i won't make it so messy." 

but you shake your head vigorously, back arching into his chest as your thighs clamp around his hand. "'m always making a mess of you too," you mumble, blush spreading to the tips of your ears as you smile up at him. "i don't mind you making a mess of me." 

drawing away from your body, he keeps his eyes on you the whole time he crawls down to situate himself between your legs. he keeps his eyes on you so he can catch the first look of surprise, confusion, and pure desire that spreads across your face when he sucks your clit into his mouth. 

"sometimes, i wish you could hear the things you say to me the way that i hear them." he laps at your entrance, and you swear you see stars. "you're so filthy, angel."  

and in the darkness of the room, you glow even brighter with pride. 

x

haechan feels a little stupid right now, sitting in his booth, letting some human girl put her hands all over him and hoping you're watching. 

"i'll only be a minute," he had murmured into your ear. "have something to take care of."

and for the past 5 minutes he's played his part well – fingers tilting her chin up so he can whisper words into her ear and brush his lips against her neck. playing with strands of her hair, eyes half-lidded and body slumped against hers, legs carelessly spread. he knows it's making her dizzy simply being around him, his body radiating lust.

it's when she slides into his lap that he finally feels your eyes on him, picking up on the way your breath hitches in a small gasp from all the way across the room. he doesn't bother to hide his smile as he rubs his thumbs on the girl's bare waist in slow, tantalizing circles. begging for you to take the bait. 

all the way across the room, your body tenses, hands trembling slightly as your vision zeroes in on haechan and the girl draped over him. you watch as she guides his eager hands up her thighs, the glint of his smile almost blinding in the dark. something roars inside your chest, clawing at your lungs, an acidic something you've never felt before threatening to melt you from the inside out as you watch her lean in towards him, lips dragging across his jaw where you had kissed him last. 

haechan closes his eyes when he feels her lean in, lips falling open as he mimics the look of someone lost in pleasure, hoping to rile you up even more. her lips barely brush his skin before he feels something searing hot take its place, pure pain rippling up from his palms where he was touching her skin. his eyes shoot open as he sits up with a jolt, but he doesn't have to look long to understand what happened.

the lifeless body of the human girl slumps to the dirty floor of the club. towering above her, wings fully extended, skin glowing so bright he could hardly make out your features, you look down at him with gold flashing in your eyes. 

"when you said you had something to take care of, did you mean her?" 

exhilaration races through him, your jealousy and your anger feeding each pump of blood in his veins. 

"angel-"

he starts to speak, but you cut him off with a tight hand on his wrist. 

"no." 

light briefly darts across his vision, the scene melting like wax as your bedroom materialises soundlessly around the both of you. 

he didn't even know you could do that. 

when you let go of his wrist, your wings are folded again, your skin returned to its normal pale glow. but there's nothing normal about the way you sink onto him on the bed, his body pliant under your touch in a way he isn't even able to control, all semblance of the power he just gained draining from him as you put your hands on his chest. 

"did i do something wrong?" you murmur, your voice lower than he had ever heard it. "is that why you went looking for her?"

his lips part, mouthing soundlessly as your weight shifts on him. he had forgotten how to speak, the way you were looking at him stealing his breath from his lungs and turning his mind to mush.

"why did you let her touch you?" you demanded, a slight growl to your voice he never heard before. "hm?"

"i'm s-sorry," he whispered. 

"do you want her?" your eyes flash dangerously, your skin burning hot to touch now, wings rustling along your shoulder blades. your hair moving unnaturally despite there being no wind in the room, reaching out and curling in lazy tendrils at the base of his neck. "are you thinking of her right now?" 

dazed and drunk on your voice, he shakes his head, eyes never moving from yours. drool glistens on his lips, his body numb under your spell. 

"want me, haechan," you breathe, pressing yourself into him needily, dipping your head so you can feel his labored breathing on your lips, lips brushing his as you beg – when really you have him under your complete control. "tell me you want me, just me." you push your hips against him, and he can feel himself throb with need. 

"i want you," he whimpers. "fuck, angel, i want you so bad, please-"

"show me," you murmur, your nails scratching down his chest and making him moan out breathily as you lift your weight from his. moving so you lie back against the headboard, you watch as he takes a second to catch his breath before scrambling up, eyes wild and movements jerky. 

positioning himself in between your legs, his hands drag your skirt up your thighs haphazardly, breath hitching when he sees you're already bare for him. 

"angel," he says without thinking, "fuck, angel, you're perfect." he dips his tongue into your cunt, moaning loudly and lewdly as your sweet arousal floods his tastebuds. sloppily moving his mouth over your folds, his tongue circles your clit expertly before dipping down to collect your juices. he moves his head this way and that, mindlessly holding you in place with strong arms as he licks his tongue as deep into you as it will go. your thighs clamp tight around his head, and he lets out a muffled sob of approval, his stiffened tongue pushing past your tight entrance and nose bumping your clit with his movements. 

you can feel your climax approaching, your body trained by him to respond to his touches. thrusting your hips into his face, he frees a hand to slip a finger into your tight hole, mumbling with pleasure when he feels you suck him in. 

"want my angel to cum," he begs, desperation dripping from his tone. the pads of his fingers brush your sweet spot, the warmth of your skin spiking again as the feeling makes you glow with pleasure, trapping him in a heat haze between your thighs. "my pretty angel," he hums approvingly, slipping in another finger. your hips twist this way and that but he pins you down firmly with his arm, stretching you out with his fingers as his lips move back to your clit. his mind is flooded with the thought of you and your pleasure, your small whimpers and each tremble of your body making his body buzz with satisfaction. his mind wiped clean of everything but your smell and taste. he spells out your name with his tongue, silken movements on your clit paired with rough drags of his fingertips against your walls finally making you release all over his face. 

he moans as he laps it up, sticking his fingers in his mouth to savor it. dizzy, he blinks up at you, feeling lightheaded as reality rushes towards him in a tidal wave. 

what the fuck did you just do to him? 

"angel." he starts, shaking his head to clear it again, loosening himself from your grip. "what did you…"

"did I hurt you?" you cup his face in your hands in one swift movement, tilting his head up so his eyes remain fixed on yours. "haechan? is everything okay?"

it's the way you say his name that pulls him right under again. gold specks dance in your eyes as your voice lowers, and it's like you slow time, and he can see your every word hang in the air, feel your angel's glow seep from the pads of your fingers into his bones and liquify every particle of him. 

"i-i…" he stammers. "angel…" 

"why did you stop?" his pretty pink mouth falls open when you place a thumb on his lower lip, his eyes glazing over as you let out a needy whine. "haechan…"

wordlessly, because he's forgotten all forms of language, he pulls you into his lap, letting you straddle him as he blinks up at you adoringly. kissing your collarbones, he removes your dress with shaky movements, reduced to nothing more than a human, forgetting to use his powers entirely as he shoves his own clothes away. 

his lips never leave your skin, sucking messy bruises and nuzzling his nose against your warmth. you're misting light in a hypnotic glow, and he's sure it's the reason why he's so hard it hurts, shaky hands now ghosting over your hips as he tries to stop himself from cumming untouched. 

"will you be good for me?"

amidst the fog in his brain, arousal shoots through him when he hears the words rise from your throat, and he bucks his hips up instinctively. his cock slides against your folds, and he lets out a choked sob, gripping onto your hips even tighter as he throws his head back. 

"i'm yours", he whimpers, hips shallowly thrusting up into you. a high pitched moan rips from his throat as he feels you sink down on him, gummy walls clenching onto him like never before. 

"are you mine?" you murmur, neediness still dripping from every syllable even as you have him reacting to your slightest touches like a livewire. you circle your hips, causing his to stutter. 

his arms wrap around your body, worshiping you with his touch. "i'm yours," he trembles, hips thrusting up to pound further into your heat. you clench hard around him, and he loses all control, cumming into you with an embarrassed whimper, his head falling against your chest. he slows to a stop as he feels himself coat your walls, sensitivity making him hiss.

"more," you urge, and his body reacts to the command before he realises what he's doing, thrusting up into you again as his voice cracks and jumps like a broken record. through tears in his eyes, he admires the way you look as you bounce on him, chest heaving and skin flushed, the soft sounds you make. he speeds up even as it hurts, a hand snaking in between your bodies to press at your clit, rubbing it in quick motions. 

"angel," he whimpers, like a prayer, breathing rough and shallow. "angel." you trace a hand on his cheek, and he nuzzles his face into it, bucking up into you with more fervor. he'd do anything to make you feel good, in that moment, no matter what it took. 

he cums when you do, feeling slick ooze out from where he was stuffed into you. he doesn't stop rubbing your clit, forcing your walls to clench in spasms around him. whimpering against your lips, you let him drive you into overstimulation as he fucks his spent cock into you again, dribbling out the last bit of cum he had left. 

when he pulls out of you, letting out a last gasp of pain, your eyelids are already starting to droop. the room is cold and silent without your glow, and he watches dazedly as you drain of all light again, a dullness spreading from in between your wings, faster than the last time. his whole body feels sore and spent, his arms barely able to hold you up as you slump against him. you look fucked out, and ashen, and — 

he pulls you in for a soft kiss. moving his mouth gently over yours, feeling stronger when you sigh into his mouth. his fingers caress the inner edge of your wings gently, moving to stroke comforting circles down your spine, his hand eventually trailing its way to the nape of your neck. 

"haechan…" 

"is this okay?" he murmurs, applying gentle pressure with his fingertips. your noses brush as you blink sleepily up at him, and he watches a little bit of glow flicker to life in your eyes, feeling your skin warm under his touch. you squirm a little in his arms, head nuzzling into his neck and throat letting out a soft whimper. 

"why…" you bite your lip as he applies a bit more pressure, "why is it always you taking care of me?"

the answer comes to him easier than breathing. "because you're my angel." 

"but i-" 

he gently maneuvers you around in his lap, strong arms lifting you so your back faces him instead. brushing your hair aside and gathering it up in one hand with a tenderness you can't even begin to place, his plush lips begin to graze your neck, reverently sponging kisses on the sweet spot he's had burned into his memory. you tilt forward, tingles running down your spine, but his arms encircle you and pull you back until you're almost flush against his chest.

this time, when he presses a soft kiss to your skin, warmth rushes through you like a shot of pure light through storm clouds, your whole body alight. 

"i want to take care of you too," you say, quietly. and then, bolder, "i don't know if i'm just weak because i haven't been here very long, but this never seems to affect you like it affects me…"

"you're not weak, baby," another kiss, a gentle brush of his forefinger. "you're just an angel." 

"but you're an angel too," you insist. 

haechan's chest aches. 

you continue, "and you never seem to grow weak whenever we…whenever we…" 

"that's because you're always so good for me." now burying his face in your neck, he pulls you closer in his arms, closing his eyes so he can breathe you in. "you're too good for me, angel." 

you relax in his hold, and when he next opens his eyes, you're glowing as bright as all the stars in heaven put together. 

x

haechan thinks of the way you reacted when he first called you angel, weeks ago, in this very club. 

now, the air is sticky, and it clings to his skin too uncomfortably. bodies press up against him, eyes seeking his, but he doesn't meet any of them – his mind in a completely different place. 

your skin glows gently even in the dark bedroom. 

you lie on your chest, wings folded against the sheets, your face turned towards the side so that he can see just a hint of your features in the shadows. even as he backs towards the door, he feels the inexplicable urge to wake you from your sleep, if anything to see your eyes open again, drink in the doe-eyed sweetness. the entire time he sweeps through your apartment – carelessly erasing the traces of his presence, picking up his jacket, pocketing shiny trinkets he bought you, — he wishes you would wake up and cling close to him the way you always used to in the mornings. longing to feel the light on his skin again, your touch hesitant and needy all at once. 

lust, envy, wrath, pride – all of these meant nothing to him, but watching the way they drained you, and realizing that by corrupting you he was killing you softly every night…it clawed at him like nothing ever had before. 

looking up from his drink, he's startled to come face to face with a girl he's never seen before. her smile doesn't reach her eyes as she reaches out to touch his hand, fingers drawing practiced circles on his wrist. 

he didn't tamper with your dreams the night he left, but still he wondered if you were dreaming of him.

he takes a deep breath. 

"hey, angel."

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[d10nyx]

sneaking out of heaven pt.2

ft. leon kennedy x fem!reader

part one, part two

cw: parental abuse, religious themes, slight guilt, some fluff n some mean dad stuff :(( leon's a sweetheart, tho <3

a/n: omg a sfw drop from me that's... crazy... um... i'm not sure fluff is my strong suit ngl... was trying something new w this series but uh... yeah there's a reason i'm a smut writer i think lol... smut next chap tho maybe depends on if i make this three or four parts!!

word count: 1.4k words

You've always hated Sundays. It's not God's fault. It wasn't the praying or devotion. It all came from one thing, and one thing alone - your father. The wooden pews made your back ache, and your thighs go numb, but he'd never let you miss a day. Broken limb, head cold… it didn't matter. Appearances were everything, so unless you were dead, you had to be there, and you had to be working hard to make the family look good.

You've never felt like you belonged in the Church, not really. Being the Pastor's daughter meant you were constantly under a watchful eye. Everyone knew your every move, and you couldn't afford to mess up. Your mistakes reflected poorly on your father, and your father didn't take kindly to being made to look a fool.

You haven't really felt like you belonged anywhere, not even in your own home.

But you found somewhere to belong now. You feel like you can fully relax and be yourself when you're with Leon. Growing up, you'd always been alone… but now? You spent more time in Leon's bedroom than you spent in your own house.

That's where you find yourself now, sitting cross-legged on his bed as you struggle to figure out how to work an Xbox. He's doing his best to teach you, trying not to laugh at the confusion gracing your features.

“Come on, princess. You can't be serious.” He says with a laugh as you send the camera spinning midway through another gunfight in COD. “Dude - just… just nudge the right stick. If you hold it, of course it's gonna do that.”

“I'm just… ugh, I don't get how you play this.” You huff, your head thumping lightly against the wall as you let it drop backwards. You don't realise Leon is moving until you can feel his warmth, his breath brushing your ear as he leans in.

“Look, lemme help you. I'll aim, and you shoot. Easy.” He whispers in your ear, tilting his head and resting his chin on your shoulder. His hand rests over one of yours on the controller, his thumb guiding the right stick.

You're not even paying attention to the screen anymore - you just hold down the right trigger and hope for the best as your eyes are locked onto Leon's pretty blue ones.

“See, princess? Your first kill.” He says with a grin, and you quickly snap out of your little staring session, your breaths coming out a little heavier than usual.

“Oh… oh, yeah! Cool, um… thank you.” You manage to force out, trying to calm the rapid beating of your heart.

“What's got you all flustered, huh?” He says with a teasing grin - why is he still so close to you? His hand reaches out to touch your cheek and tilt your head gently to face him when you attempt to look away, his thumb brushing your cheekbone lightly. “Is it me?”

You let out a short, nervous laugh, your eyes flickering to the side for a moment. All you can focus on is the heat of his palm, the way his calluses feel against your smooth skin. “You? No, come on. Don't be ridiculous.”

He blinks a few times as he looks at you, and then his grin widens. His eyes practically sparkle with excitement, his gaze flicking over your features. “Aww, it totally is me!”

You open your mouth to deny it, but then he's brushing his lips against your cheek, and you're sure your heart is about to burst. Looks like you'd be meeting God a lot earlier than you thought. Always thought dad would be the one to send you to Heaven.

“You're real pretty, you know that?” He breathes out, then he's leaning forward to kiss you. It's just a peck, but a whine builds up in your throat as he tries to pull away from you. Your lips chase his, and he's laughing again before he leans down to give you another kiss.

Your lips are clumsy as they move with his. Inexperienced. It's not your first kiss(only because the peck was), but your inexperience is clear. Your hands twitch, wanting to explore his body, but you're too scared to touch him. Too much, too fast.

So you settle for kissing him, but you are 90% sure you're about to go into cardiac arrest when his tongue brushes your lower lip. It feels dirty. Brings the same feelings of guilt to the surface that touching yourself does, and the same kind of feeling, too, because slick is building up in your panties, making them stick to your pussy.

Not that you have the courage to do anything about that though. You just shift awkwardly, uncrossing your legs and squeezing your thighs together as his hands slip down to your waist, tugging your body closer to his. His tongue brushes yours, and you try to meet it halfway, only to be a little too eager.

“Feels like you're trying to eat me.” He says with a chuckle as he pulls away, pressing his lips to your jawline. “Slower. A little less tongue. Otherwise, you're doing great.”

His lips are on you again a second later, and his tongue makes another appearance. You try to follow his instructions, your hands finally finding the strength to reach out and touch his arms. Wow. You didn't realise muscles like that were real. He's hard to the touch, making you shudder. Your hands wrap around his biceps almost curiously as you kiss him.

You lose track of time as you make out with him. Neither of you seem to want to pull away, and it's only the sound of his mom's footsteps coming up the stairs that has you both hastily scrambling to the opposite sides of his bed - especially considering she makes him leave his door open when you're there.

She offers to let you stay for dinner, and you really can't refuse. Not if it means more time with her son.

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When you come home from the Kennedy's house, the kitchen light is on. But it's past 6pm, so the light shouldn't be on. You've always had dinner at the same time every night for your entire life. You feel a sense of unease as you attempt to sneak past the doorway.

“Where do you think you're going?” A harsh voice calls out. Your father. You turn to walk into the kitchen, your head hanging in shame. A strong grip settles on your jaw, fingers digging in hard enough to hurt, but not enough to bruise.

He's smarter than marking you where it's visible.

“Where have you been?” He growls, dragging your face up to meet his eyes. Your mom is upstairs. You know she's awake, because you heard the creaky floorboard in her bedroom as you shut the front door. You also know she won't come downstairs, because she likes to pretend your dad is nice to you.

“The Kennedy's, sir. I didn't mean to come home so late, I… Mrs. Kennedy offered me dinner, and I just… I didn't think it would hurt. I'm sorry. It won't happen again.”

“Yeah, you're damn right, it won't. Don't you think you're a bit close to that boy?”

Your mind goes to the kiss, and you quickly avert eye contact. “Who? Leon? We're just friends, sir… I…”

“I don't believe that for a second.” He interrupts, his grip dropping from your jaw before he smacks you hard across the face, sending your head jolting to the side as tears spring to your eyes. “Proverbs 19:9.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, speaking up with a shaky voice. “A false witness will not go unpunished, and whoever pours out lies will perish.”

“Good. The boy hasn't knocked all sense out of you. Go to your room. I'm dealing with you tomorrow.”

A sinking feeling settles in your chest at his threat, and you slowly climb the steps that lead to your room. You don't even bother changing out of your clothes before flopping into bed, pulling the covers up to your chin.

Your cheek still stings, and you take a few deep breaths to stop yourself from crying. Your father hadn't stopped you from seeing Leon again, but it seemed he wasn't far from it. You'd have to tread carefully. You could sense another one of your father's blow ups building, and you didn't want to be on the receiving end.

Despite everything, as Leon's kiss comes to mind, your lips tug up into a small smile.

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[midnightmayhem13]

How would the marvel women react if reader (their gf) out of the blue smacked their ass 🤭🤭🤭

I know that you like me

bro this is so adorable thank you butt smacking anon🩶❕

carol danvers

there's literally no denying that's carols ass looks good in her suit. like look at it. so when it's theres you just have to. and i feel like she'd actually jump. like off the ground and yelp. then she'd grab her cheeks as if she'd just been absolutely violated. she would stare at you then burst out laughing. then she'd suddenly stop laughing and tackle you. expect tickle and kiss attacks

sharon carter

she would turn around slowly and chuckle she'd try so hard to get you back and chase you around. when she catches you she throws you over her shoulder and smacks your ass hard as hell. she'll also like put you face down on the bed nd kiss your butt. and ngl she would get turned on cuz she's a horny fuck. but omg if you smack it while she's on a call she glare at you. you're in for a long night later on...

darcy lewis

you're literally the only person darcy wouldn't taser. but she'd be such a tease. she'd be eyeing your ass and smacking it all the damn time. and when you smack hers, he hands would go straight to the area and she'll holler "goodness hot stuff! take me on a date first" and she'll start cackling but then she'd chase you around the house squeezing any part of you she can get her hands on. then you'll lay on the couch for the rest of your day and she'll lightly smack your ass right as she goes to sleep mumbling a soft "payback" before drifting into slumber.

nebula

she'd freeze. how dare you? and if it wasn't you, you'd be dead in seconds. but when she glared at you, you'll b muttering out rushed apologizes. and nebula would say she liked it. she likes when you two do couple things. she'd then take it as a competition. you wanna smack her ass? bet. every chance she'd got she'd slap the shit out of your ass. and when hugging you or cuddling it, she'll squeeze it as if trying to reshape it. not in a way to want to hurt you. she'd just like to assert her dominance once again. cause you made her way too flustered for her liking.

maria hill

maria would say some horny ass shit. she let out a slow sexy laugh nd flirt. she'd honestly love it. she's never been so comfortable with someone. and god how can you resist. have you seen her ass in the uniform? and when she got used to the affection and the flirting she'd slap yours back. like when she'd see your ass she'd jokingly rub her hands and lick her lips. only out of work obviously. during work she'd lay her hand on your ass and pat it. as if she were petting a dog.

kate bishop

she'd get so flustered😭. she'd be outta breath and wouldn't be able to say coherent sentences. she'd the get into a fit of giggles and attempt to cover her blush. she wouldn't go out without a fight tho. she'd jump and hold you in place so you can't move, appearing as if you two were wrestling. and she's attack you with kisses while repeatedly tapping your butt. she'd get shy at first but then she realized how hot it was. and she's definitely and ass gal, but she'll stare a titties anytime.

a/n why do i have a butt if no pretty girl is smacking it😕 why squat if no smack

#carol danvers x reader #sharon carter x reader #darcy lewis x reader #maria hill x reader #kate bishop x reader #nebula x reader #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #wlw

[trigunsbbygirl]

Human Things that Confuse Knives

silly little things that us humans do or have that Knives finds weird or confusing. he's probably ooc since in reality he probably wouldn't care but he loves and cares you so<3

also Legato shows up once and you and him are best friends(Also probably ooc all I know is that he has blue hair and pronouns)

•the personification of objects he's watched you bump into tables or walls and most of the time you'd turn around and?? apologize? or even telling a pencil that was rolling to stay

•Knives asked you about it one day, stating in a pretty patronizing way that those objects aren't alive. you just kinda look at him for a second, before looking away, "huh, I don't know, I've never really thought about it, I just kinda? say it without thinking."

•even more confused if you have a stuffed animal that you talk to.

you're working on a little project, mumbling to yourself every now and then, when you sit up and turn towards your plush, "what do you think?"

Knives watches as you stay silent and he's about to ask what you mean when you nod assuredly, turning back to your project saying, "I think it's stupid too."

he stares at your back with a confused maybe even offended look as you work. did you just ask for it's opinion? hello? he's right there to answer questions and give you opinions! he blinks before looking away, no he's not slightly jealous, he's just very confused.)

•if you follow the 5 second rule, ngl, he's gonna think you're gross, even if the floor was just cleaned. if you're about to eat it, he's grabbing your wrist and snatching it with a napkin telling you not to eat it.

"aww, but our cat will eat off the floor sometimes," you say teasing him.

Knives scowls at you before turning and walking away. "Have some dignity." (he tries hard to ignore the way you burst out laughing.)

•the way humans just kinda forget things once in a while.

you walked into your shared bedroom, looking like you're about to ask him something, when your face just blanks. Knives is about to ask what you need when your eyebrows furrow as you say, "I was gonna ask you something, but I forgot what. oh well, I'll be back later when I remember."

and you're gone just like, as Knives stares at where you just were. It's only five seconds later when you're running back in asking him if he's free the next day.

•Knives knows to a degree that humans forget things, he's seen Conrad forget about things every now and then, but he kinda chalked it up to old age? so seeing you forget something every once in a while(or maybe even regularly) worries him a bit.

•Conrad has to assure him that this is just a normal human thing that can be worse for some. Knives doesn't quite believe it at first, but as long as you're safe and okay, that there's really nothing serious going, then he'll calm down. if you do have poor short term memory then he'll start giving you small reminders. "Have you taken your medicine yet?" "you have a meeting in a half hour."

•drinks or foods causing you to have nightmares or really weird dreams.

you were tossing and turning in bed and it was starting to get on Knives' nerves.

"why can't you fall asleep?" he askes when you turn around once more.

you sit up and look at him, replying, "I'm a bit hungry, I guess I didn't have enough dinner."

Knives raises an eyebrow, "why don't you go make a snack then?"

"I tend to get weird nightmares whenever I eat before sleeping," you respond nonchalantly, as if it wasn't one of the weirdest things you just said.

his eyebrows furrow in confusion at that. "what do you mean?"

"exactly what I said. I don't know, it's just something that happens to a lot of people. pretty weird, right?" he only nods in agreement.

•irrational fears. Knives knows those fears aren't something you can completely control, and he knows you know that they're irrational, but it still confuses him. he doesn't dwell on it much though, they're called irrational fears for a reason.

•sharing foods or drinks (especially if it tastes bad) Knives thinks it's pretty gross, you're basically sharing germs.

one time you had ordered a drink from a little shop in a town that Knives was 'visiting' even though he directly told you to stay in the truck.

when he and Legato come back with the plant, you're there idly sipping the drink and he glares at you. "I thought I told you to stay in the truck. what is that?"

you just hum, pulling the drink into your view to look at replying, "yeah I got thirsty so I bought this drink, but it tastes pretty bad. you wanna try it?"

Knives glare hardens, even though there's no real malice behind it. "of course not. why are you still drinking it?

"because I'm thirsty," you reply in a deadpan tone. you then turn towards Legato, gesturing to the drink. "you wanna try it?"

Legato stares at you for a second, before taking the drink. he takes a drink and his face immediately scrunches up in disgust, "ugh this tastes horrible."

there's a pause before he takes one last sip before handing it back to you as you laugh. "it really does! but it's so bad it's good isn't it? you're really missing out Knives!"

Knives rolls his eyes. he doesn't think he'll ever understand the curiosity and the urge to try things even if it may be horrible.

(he eyes you every time you feed the cat because he's heard you say 'hm I wonder what cat food tastes like.' you haven't tried it yet and he hopes the stare he's burning into your head will keep you from trying.)

(also, Vash on the other hand would eagerly take a sip before going bleuugh why would you make me try this;( )

•allergies themselves don't confuse him. in fact it furthers his ideal that humans are weak and inferior beings. it's how you ignore your allergies to eat or drink what you shouldn't. you know it'll make you miserable later so why? Knives will not comfort or care for you once your symptoms kick up, you brought this upon yourself even with his warnings.

•however! if you have a very serious or deadly food allergy, he will become very careful and stern with you. no, you can't have a taste or even a lick, even if it only causes you minor discomfort, Knives won't risk it. he's always making sure you have your epipen with you. he'll also double check food or medicine and read over the ingredients list to make sure. you're his human and you already have such a limited time together, he doesn't want to lose you to such a seemingly small thing.

(Also rip if you're allergic to UV rays, good luck on that planet. Knives might just keep you inside most of the time;( )

•this isn't something that really happens on Gunsmoke, but a person joints or bones hurting when the weather is about to change. when you woke up in the morning, you went out to the living room giving Knives a good morning before yawning.

he only gives a hum and as your stretching you say, "I think it's gonna rain soon."

Knives raises an eyebrow at that, looking out the window to see how gloomy it is. "what makes you say that?" he asks it in a bit of a sarcastic way.

"my legs hurt," you say joining him on the couch.

"what does that have to do with the weather?"

"oh something to do with the barometric pressure changing that affects your muscles or whatever."

Knives blinks. he didn't know that and part of his mind goes back to how humans really are weak, but he let's it pass. "I see." human bodies are odd he thinks.

•speaking of injuries/pain, Knives once encountered a man that was running from him trip and tumble down a rather long cliff. Knives walked to the cliff edge expecting to see the man's broken, unmoving body, however he's taken aback to see the man pretty much unscathed (apart from maybe some bruises and scratches.) the man gave himself a once over, looking up at Knives and then running away.

Knives thinks about that moment every once in a while, but especially now as you're talking about how one of the scientists broke their wrist tripping down the stairs. he's thinks a lot about it, how can human bodies be so weak yet also be so durable? he'll never admit he thought of that last part though

•mimicry. or like picking up habits from other people you hang out with. Knives never really payed attention to it when around the people who work under him, but he definitely notices how your speech patterns or body language change or grow over time. a small smirk appears on his face when he hears or sees you have picked up something from him and a bit of pride sparking within him.

it doesn't actually confuse, he supposes it's a way of connecting or natural thing, he just finds it a bit amusing. (until you've picked up an annoying word of catchphrase lol)(thinking of an isekai and you keep saying things that make no sense to literally everyone there. wtf does pog mean)

•running up to something in a shop window or even on the ground just because it's shiny. you look at whatever caught your eye for a couple of seconds before nodding and going back to Knives' side. he doesn't know what it is with you and shiny things.

#trigun headcanons #millions knives x reader #knives x reader #trigun x reader #i wouldve done a vash one but hes had more contact with humans #he just got used to it over time #Knives thinks you're a weird human #but you're his weird human<3

[periprose]

i kno its not everyones cup of tea but would u ever do tasm!peter parker as a baby girl dad?? like reader and him are parents to a baby girl 🥹🥹 maybe even pregnant reader!! ajfdhjfd i have many thoughts but i kno again not everyone likes pregnancy/baby stuff

yeah maybe!! honestly I had a dream about this once. It was pretty cute and I can see myself writing something about it lolol. I love babies and pregnancy stuff tbh. If it was feasible financially I'd love to be a mom too!! Baby fever goes hard lol

and I just know tasm Peter would be so good at being a dad... he would love that lil baby to pieces.

Like just imagine him balancing his work and little baby Mayday (just abusing the canon baby name here lol sorry MJ) on his knee. She's full of giggles and wandering hands constantly touching whatever tech he's working on.

And Peter's all gentle so he pulls her away with soft hands, not wanting to dissuade her, just for her safety, but he secretly loves that his daughter clearly takes after him.

"Who's gonna be a cute little inventor, huh? Is May-May gonna take after her papa Peter Parker?" He jostles her around and she shrieks with laughter.

Eventually he'd set up a LEGO block corner for her so her hands can stay busy. And Mayday loves building things, so eventually Peter looks over to see just the top of her red hair, as she's mostly obscured by the giant LEGO wall she built.

And he's be so proud, the first thing he would do is show you when you get back home from work:

"Look at what May made!" He would hold her up and she'd grin really proud as they both motion towards the big wall she made in the corner of your bedroom.

"Aw, you wanna be an architect like Mommy?" Because of course you'd be an architect in this scenario, and it would be a hilarious, small-fake-beef between you and Peter. And Mayday, not really processing your sentence, nods, adding to your shit-eating grin.

"Uh, no, just wait until she gets into software. Mayday's gonna be a coder like her Papa." Peter fixes his glasses and side-eyes you. Mostly jokingly.

"Well, I don't see any tech embedded inside the LEGO wall." You coo at Mayday, who's reaching towards you from Peter's hands. "You want to build beautiful, artsy buildings in the heart of the city like Mommy, right?"

"Nuh-uh." Peter puts on a silly, girly voice mimicking Mayday, placing his face behind her as if his voice is really coming out of her. She bites her thumb, laughing. "I wanna be like Papa because coding actually does something."

"Hey!" You pull Mayday out of his hands, with a falsely offended gasp at his audacity to use Mayday in his propaganda. "Housing important things is something, you jerk."

"Yeah, but it's not an action executed by a program, is it?" Peter prods your shoulder. "Architecture is cool and all, but it just... is."

"Wow." You blink. "Why did I marry you?"

"Papa?" Mayday tilts her head at you and you burst out laughing, rubbing your face against hers.

"Yeah, May."

"Cool." She points to him, and you roll your eyes, as Peter takes this with some nerd-afflicted ego.

"Yup. Papa cool, May."

"You so told her to say that." You shake your head at him, and he shrugs, pulling the two of you into a hug.

Whatever Mayday does, you know you'll both be proud of her.

(NGL I could write this into a whole actual fic if we want it, instead of a blurb lol)

#rn im on the bear and fallout #but tasm peter is everything to me so #ask #anon #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker #tasm peter x reader #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter imagine #drabble #drabbles #blurb #x reader #tasm!peter fluff

[heartshapedbubble]

Hi can I request Andrew, Luca, William, Wu Chang and Antonio reacting to having an s/o that can crush a watermelon between her thighs.

this req made me shit bricks when i first received it in august LMFAOOOO this was so fun to write anon thank you so much for this/gen

andrew, luca, william, wu chang and antonio reacting to their s/o crushing a watermelon between their thighs🕸⚡🏈☂️🎻

andrew kreiss🕸

he is... confused to say the least

when you first did it he jumped out of fear thinking you hurt yourself by doing so

this man would probably burst into flames after one pretzel stick he has NO idea how to react

....he'd be lying if he said it doesn't interest him though

like. he is INCREDIBLY lost and maybe even disturbed but like. do it again

"is this something they do to sinners in hell? can you use it as self defense? does it hurt your thighs?" a bit gulity of asking these questions ngl but he can't help it

might start avoiding you after that... simply out of fear that it was a bad omen and that you might try crushing his skull instead when he messes up in the games LMAO

william ellis🏈

not shocked at all

he didnt even fucking flinch when it burst he just stood there with his usual 😃 face

"hehe. nice. now watch me" (proceeds to crush a watermelon with his own thighs)

tbh william can be competitive as hell and he would somehow make a competition out of this too

after that whenever y'all ate watermelon in the manor he always shouted "DID YOU GUYS KNOW ___ CAN CRUSH WATERMELONS WITH THEIR THIGHS¿¿¿¿¿ GO ON ___ SHOW THEM!!!!"

might ask you details on how you train/build your thighs just in case...there's always room for self-improvement

next time he sees you he's going to whip out two watermelons and ask you if you can crush both at the same time (cheeky bastard)

luca balsa⚡

mans is just losing his shit at it

"how do you do it??????? how long did you have to build your legs for this??? at what angle does it crush the fastest/easiest???? what technique did you use???" like andrew but with zero self control or fear

so intrigued he'll whip out the nerd glasses and the notepad to study it. bring a few extra watermelons cause once he begins you'll realize it's gonna be a looooong day

i kinda think that he'd be more interested in the physics aspect of it than the crushing itself tbh

after enough research he would try to crush one with his own thighs

...which didn't really go well🥲he's got chopstick legs but we still love him

that absolutely did not discourage him though. he'll find a way to do it himself. somehow. one day.

wu chang☂️

their reactions are quite different

at first they just kinda... side eye each other. not condescendigly tho they just have to clarify they're both seeing the same thing since they didn't expect this when you told them you have a suprise for them

xie is like ☺ "thats... very cute honey!! i'm very proud of you!!!! you've been working very hard!!!!"

no idea how to properly react or process it really but since you seem really happy about it he simply has to share your enthusiasm okay!!! xie the world

fan just smirks. "now crush a pumpkin."

this motherfucker is going to tease you and give you more and more impossible physical challenges just to make you all red in your face and see you angrily give up just crush his head instead at this point

would rather drown himself in that goddamn river again than admit out loud that it's absolutely badass but it becomes obvious after some time. he's not an emotional mastermind after all

antonio paganini🎻

not overwhelmed by it either! hes just chill like dat

he finds it so funny actually - he's grown tired of all the elegant plays and balls that he experienced while playing for royalty so this little peculiar performance of yours put a wide smile on his face

it gave him a good laugh too, not in a mocking way it's just so bizarre and unexpected that he couldn't help but laugh

would joke about it like "i love a partner that can just beat the shit out of me" after seeing it lmao

"you can kill people with that, but personally i wouldn't have an issue with it if it was your thighs in question~" what a fucking flirt GET HIM OUT

if you'd challenge him to do the same he'd just give up after the first two tries... his legs aren't his best asset

he CAN crush a watermelon with his hair though. maybe you should be more careful the next time you try to wriggle out from its grip...

#identity v #idv #idv headcanons #identity v headcanons #idv fanfic #idv imagines #idv x reader #identity v x reader #idv scenarios #identity v x you #idv andrew #identity v andrew #andrew kreiss #idv grave keeper #idv william #identity v william #william ellis #idv luca balsa #idv luca #idv antonio #idv wu chang #idv prisoner #idv violinist #idv xie bian #idv fan wujiu #identity v antonio #identity v wu chang #idv forward #wu chang #antonio paganini

[fuxuannie]

Sampo Koski has me foaming at the mouth. Please I will literally bark for this man.🫶😩

I need a really stupid love confession from this idiot. Like he tries (and fails) to set up the most romantic moment which is just spoiled by the Silvermane Guards and Sampo ends up confession while you’re trying to run like the idiot he is.

↳ pairing : sampo koski x gender neutral reader

↳ synopsis : request

↳ authors note : this seems like smth that would happen in canon im ngl to you LMAO

For months, SAMPO would be saving his money and shield to make a perfect date for you somewhere in the snowy terrain outside the boring Underworld scenery. Where there was a perfect view of the city, a picnic blanket to save you from the cold floor, flowers and a basket of all your favorite things. Yes, it did hurt him financially, but his heart was this close to bursting from excitement to finally be able to tell you.

He had the speech ready, the most important parts scribbled onto his hand incase he forgot. And so the last part was to just wait for you there, a jacket in his hands incase you'd get cold as he knew you weren't as used to the cold as he was.

Once he hears footsteps, his face lights up until the realization that there were multiple, he seemed to have guests that weren't invited arrive in your place. At first his intentions were to get rid of them swiftly before you would come, but when he sees you awkwardly laughing in their restraints, the plan was now turned to a rescue mission.

"Hi!" You say sheepishly, as one Silvermane Guard held your hands behind your back. "S-sorry I'm late? It's a lovely set up, really. I just so happened to be followed-"

"Sampo Koski, you're under arrest!"

He smiles innocently and raises his arms up in the air, a signal you were all too familiar with. He sees you hold your breath and that's his sign to drop his smoke bombs, a mist surrounds you two and as the hold on your wrist loosen, a hand grabs you by the waist and pulls you out of the smoke.

You're about to thank him, but he effortlessly lifts you up into his arms in a bridal style and runs, absolutely ignoring the protesting yells of guards behind you both. At first, you're in a daze of confusion before laughing as he ran. "Not exactly how you wanted this thing to go, is it?" You say, casually leaning on his chest as he would be tiring himself from the chase.

"Not exactly how I wanted to confess, but I guess this works!" He says within his messy mind and pants for air, your once closed eyes widen and you look up at him slightly. "WHAT???"

It's Sampo's turn to laugh, though a little breathless due to the running. He looks down at you with the most genuine look anyone has ever seen from him. "Did you think I wouldn't like you?" He'll smile, but trip over his feet with how much of his attention shifts to you.

You two land in the snow, one left speechless and the other breathless. Both with nothing to say, or too much that it makes it hard to form into sentences.

The guards take you both away, but Sampo gives you a knowing look. Maybe he'll get another chance to do it properly, it was never hard breaking out of jail anyway.

#˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ bailu's candy stash #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #sampo hsr x reader #sampo koski x reader #sampo x reader

[mhahaikyuus]

Don’t scare me

tags:; Bakugo x reader, crying reader, hurt Bakugo, established relationship, reader is female, talk of injuries, hurt/comfort (kinda), mentions of death, Bakugo is a good bf

A/N: okay so I totally forgot to post…my bad guys. I read the manga and needed to process bc that ruined my life for a bit ngl. Anyways here’s a draft that I half edited but I hope you enjoy w my boy Bakugo

You got the call you always dreaded. It was apart of the deal when you signed on to love a pro hero. Rushing out in the dead of night to the hospital you were breaking every traffic law and fighting back tears trying to get there as fast as possible. 

Running into the hospital, you headed straight for the receptionist. 

“Bakugo Katsuki.” You said waiting for the room number. 

The receptionist looked at you up and down, “Relation to the patient.” 

You felt rage at this woman holding you up from knowing if he was okay. “Wife. What’s the room number.” You frowned.

She looked at your hand for a moment noticing it was the same ring that all the magazines had gushed over about a year ago. The paparazzi had zoomed in on your hand letting the public know that their number two was engaged.

“246” 

Running down the hallway you burst into the room to see him. 

He was sitting up with a heavily bandaged torso and bandaged hand, with a heavy scowl on his face. 

You burst into tears in the doorway, “Oh my god you’re alive.” 

His scowl softened at your sad face. “What are you doing here?” 

You walked into the room and sat next to him with a sad look on your face, lips wobbly with tears. “I got a call and thought you were dead.” Tears starting to trail down your face with your voice cracking. “I saw you on the TV and that villain. I saw how that asshole hit you so hard. I thought you were okay but you disappeared and then I got the call.” 

He leaned over with his good arm and started wiping tears, “I’m fine they shouldn’t have called you.” Using his thumb to wipe your wet cheeks.

“You’re all hurt what do you mean they shouldn’t have called me.” You tearfully ask trying to calm your breathing. 

“Come here,” He sighed pulling you into the bed with him. 

“I can’t lay on you with you’re hurt.” You resisted his touch staring at his injuries.

“Baby you’re more hurt than me, come here.” He pressed you into his side as you cried slowly trying to calm yourself. Even just a moment ago you were resisting you sunk into his hold as you always did.

Bakugo felt bad whenever he saw your tears, trying to soothe you.

“You can’t leave me Kats,” You whispered holding onto him, fingers digging into the hospital gown on his chest, “I know you’re a pro hero and it’s apart of the job, but I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

“I’m not leaving you anytime soon baby.” He reassured you rubbing your back for comfort. Your hand scratching at his nape of blonde hair to calm both of you in the bed. 

“Good because if you do I’ll kill you and myself.” You threatened.

“There’s my girl.” He laughed. After a moment of silence he said “You know you’re wearing pajamas and mismatched shoes right?”

Looking down you saw at your outfit. You were wearing one of Bakugo’s large t shirts and shorts, with one flip flop and one slide on each foot. 

You rolled your puffy eyes. Of course your husband had to bring up your outfit while you were crying over him. “I was losing my mind okay, I didn’t have time to think about shoes. I thought I was going to coming to identify a body or find you in a coma.” 

“Sorry gorgeous I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said into your hairline giving you small kisses to relax you. He could feel your racing heart against him and your shaky breaths.

“All that matters is that you’re okay.” You sighed sinking into his firm hold grateful you got to spend one more day with him.

#mha imagines #my hero academia #mha #mha scenarios #mha x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #bakugou katuski x reader #mha bakugo #bakugo imagines #bakugo scenarios #bakugo katsuki #bakugo comfort #bakugo fluff #bnha bakugo katsuki

[deja-vux]

Dad!Ateez: Funny Videos

A/N: Here is a little thank you for 800 followers as I finished some details on chapter 12 of Just As I Am. Ngl these are all based on TikTok's that I saw so if you want to see what they’re based off of just clock the name of the member and it should lead you to the video. As always enjoy and thanks for reading :).

Kim Hongjoong

         Hongjoong was in the studio working on some new projects so naturally, the camera was on for vlogging purposes. Soojin had been taking a nap on the couch not too far from his desk. She had been covered by a small tent that had glow-in-the-dark stars. A little over an hour had gone by since he put her down for her nap when he heard her stirring. He paused the current file he was working on when he took a peak. He found her slowly waking up as she rubbed her eyes. “Hey there princess,” he cooed softly. He slowly opened the curtains before working on the blinds. As rays of light slowly peeked into the studio, Soojin began to whine. Hongjoong paused, as did her whines, figuring it was her just waking up, he continued till she became more vocal. “No,” she whined, “No sun! The suuuuuuuun!”

“What’s the matter?” Hongjoong asked, slightly confused.

“The sun,” she complained, covering her face with her hands.

“Oh, the sun,” he nodded understandingly.

        The wind outside caused the shade to shift, letting more sunlight in causing her to squeal in panic as Hongjoong stifled a laugh. Hongjoong was quick to close the curtain to give her some relief. “There, princess, the sun’s gone,” he reassured her. He watched as she halted her panic and slowly uncovered her face. Deciding to mess with her, he moves the curtain just a bit without her noticing. “Oh… it’s coming back. It’s coming…,” he says teasingly before being cut off by her scream as she covers her face with her blanket.

“The sun!” she yelled as he laughed, closing the curtain once more before taking her out of her tent.

“Don’t worry daddy’s here to protect you, princess,” he said as he settled back into his chair with her on his lap as he continued his work. Luckily for him, the whole moment was caught on camera, and he couldn’t help but post it as a teaser for his vlog.

Park Seonghwa

        Seonghwa had an unusual day off. He decided to do one of his favorite things, which was playing with his son in the backyard. Today, in particular, his son had gotten somewhat hungry while playing, so naturally, Seonghwa prepared a bottle for him. As they continued, Minseok began to doze off here and there. You heard Seonghwa laugh as you were in the kitchen getting dinner ready and you couldn’t help but check on them to see what they were up to. As you approached the pair you couldn’t help but laugh to find Minseok half asleep in his little tike car, his head nodding from side to side, clearly milk drunk as Seonghwa pretended to be a cop pulling him over. You pulled out your phone filming the duo as Seonghwa took the bottle gently from your son’s hand. Seonghwa gently tapped your son’s shoulder in patterns. “Sir, sir I need to see your license. Hello, sir,” he repeated as your son drunkenly opened his eyes replying with a lazy stare. “Sir, you’re very drunk. I think you geonbaed a little too hard,” Seonghwa said, tapping the doors of the car. You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh as you zoomed in on your son’s dazed state. Seonghwa shook the almost empty bottle in front of your son as he spoke again, “Look here’s the evidence you drank it all.

“Sir, I really need your license,” he repeated, trying not to laugh as he gently tapped his chest and moved his arm.

        Your son could only lay his head back as his eyes closed again. “Hey, hello, are you alive,” Seonghwa teased whistling before squishing Minseok’s cheeks together a couple of times. You couldn’t help but burst into laughter with Seonghwa as he attempted to wake your son by hitting the squeaky horn repeatedly. That was definitely one for the books.

Jeong Yunho

        The moment your daughter stole a rocoto from its bowl at the center of the table and was unwilling to give it up he knew this moment would go one of two ways. Either she would like it and nothing would happen or she’d cry from how spicy it was. Regardless he knew it would be recorded by one of the few cameras that were filming them for the day for a TV special so he’d be able to look back at it. He watched as your daughter calmly ate her food, both of you hoping Hyoyeon would forget about the spicy pepper altogether. Unfortunately for the both of you she didn’t in fact when she saw you eat one she immediately reached for her own taking a decent-sized bite out of it. The two of you looked at her in shock as you watched her process her emotions and thoughts. A few seconds passed before taking a deep breath with her tongue between her teeth. “Mama are you okay?” you asked wondering if she liked it or not. She took a drink from her cup before saying one of her favorite phrases.

“Ta bueno,” Hyo smiled with a thumbs up as you both sighed in relief. (it’s good)

“You’re your mother’s daughter alright,” Yunho chuckled softly before continuing to eat.

        Yunho watched as your daughter continued to eat, occasionally blowing onto the pepper before eating it alongside something else on her plate. Yunho couldn’t help but chuckle at her silliness. “Is it too hot Hyo?” he asked.

“No, it’s good. Appa try,” she said, holding it out to him.

        Although he wanted to deny her offer he couldn’t reject her pleading eyes. He took a bite as the pair of girls watched him. Although he felt a burning sensation on his tongue he finished his piece before opening his mouth to show her he had finished it. You and Hyo clapped and cheered with him. Your daughter was quick to act grabbing another one and putting it on his plate, “Appa like? Have more,” she smiled. Yunho’s victory smile dropped as he looked at you for help and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Kang Yeosang

        Yeosang was taking your daughter to the doctor when he was advised that she needed her vaccines. Knowing that despite you not being able to be there you’d want to be witness to this moment. He pulled out his phone filming as he watched as one nurse held her gently as the other one prepped the area. Eunbyul watched attentively as the nurse set up the needle. Not wanting her to be frightened he called her name in an attempt to catch her attention. At first, she ignored him but after the 3rd time, she turned just as the needle went into her leg. At this point, Yeosang was just waiting for her to cry instead she glared at her father. Taken back, Yeosang couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, “Who are you looking at like that for?” he chuckled before she tilted her head motioning it toward him, her eyes widening.

“Oop,” the nurse let out as she put the bandage on her leg.

        This caused your daughter to turn her attention towards her, giving her the same look that she gave your husband not too long ago. She had a mini staring contest with her before she burst into laughter along with Yeosang and the other nurse. “I think you’ve been spending too much time with your momma. You got her sass but watch her say you got it from me,” Yeosang jokes before stopping the camera and sending you the video, which he would later post on his Instagram.

Choi San

        You were laying down with Yuri on your lap as you watched some TV. All was calm until San walked into the living leaning against the bottom of the couch as he looked for the perfect angle to film his idea. You watched him curiously as tried to slyly catch your daughter’s attention. Once he did she had already laid all the way back leaning her head against the couch as she attempted to reach for him. Your husband quickly fumbled with his phone before holding it steady and starting to film. You calmly watched as he held his finger out to her as the My Heart Will Go On played in the background. You watched as he got closer till she grabbed his finger. He kept his finger there until Rose from Titanic said her iconic line, “Jack, I’ll never let go.” 

        You raised your eyebrows as to where he was going with this until the music began to swell up again. Just as you heard Celine Dion sing again you watched as your husband slowly yet dramatically pulled away pretending to sink onto the floor next to the couch as you laughed, your daughter holding her hand opening hoping for him to join her again. After a bit of silence, you watched as San took your pouty daughter from your arms, handing you his phone and showing you the video he had just posted. He had added some slow-motion effect to the moment he pulled away and turned it black and white making your daughter’s expressions all the funnier. “You have nothing better to do, huh?” you teased turning back towards San.

“You just don’t appreciate my artistic talent enough,” he laughed, “Just you wait, I’ll win an Oscar someday.”

Song Mingi

        Mingi was with some other idols and their children filming a Father’s Day special when he watched the host bring out a carton of eggs. He watched as they instructed the children including their own to stand handing each of them an egg telling them to hold it and wait for further instruction. Mingi watched as Chewon and Daewon each took their egg, holding it and examining it before holding it out to him. “It’s yours you get to keep it for now,” Mingi explained as the twins could only look at one another in confusion. He watched as the host Kai explained to both the audience and the guest, “There’s a saying that babies are very gentle with eggs so we’re gonna put that to the test today. We’re gonna have all the dads stand on the opposite side of the room and call their children over to them. Rules are simple, the first one to make it to the other side with their egg fully intact wins. The little ones who are still too young to walk will sit this one out as we have another game for them.” 

        You watched from the side with the other moms knowing the chaos that was about to ensue. Just as the race started the little ones were quick to pace quickly over to their fathers. Some teased their dads running in opposite directions while others rolled the egg or played with it. You looked over at the twins who had yet to move from their spot looking at each other till Daewon took off running which sent Mingi into a panic. Naturally, his sister took off running behind him and you watched as Mingi’s anxiety grew more with each tumble and fall yet no matter how many times they’d fumble they managed to keep the egg from cracking. 

        At this point, Mingi looked like he was about to faint but then again so did the other dads as the race had turned more chaotic than expected. Both the crew and mothers laughed from the side as they watched the dads attempt to call their children over. Eventually, everyone’s attention turned as one of the MCs became excited as the twins got closer to their dad. Just as they were about to hand him the eggs they fell back onto their backs rolling into fits of laughter before Chaewon sat up bum-crawling to her dad to hand him the egg which was perfectly intact with her brother following close behind. Who knew that the simple game would make the perfect teaser.

Jung Wooyoung

        You were at work on break when you were told that your husband was trending on Twitter and TikTok. Thinking about their recent comeback you genuinely didn’t think much about it figuring it was something related to that. That was until you opened Twitter to find your son’s name trending not far below his father’s. Confused, you clicked the topic reading tweets like, “Youngjae is such a mood,” and, “Youngjae is Wooyoung’s mini twin.” Confused, you pressed the video tab and opened the recent video. Based on the outfits and the format of the screen recording it looked like Wooyoung had done a live stream today while babysitting. Sometime during it, your son had gotten hungry but instead of taking his bottle your son wanted your husband’s coffee instead. 

        You watched as your husband teased your son testing to see if he wanted the coffee or if it was just his imagination. Every time he’d set the cup near him he’d open his mouth to take the straw only for Woo to pull away causing Youngjae to be distraught. With every repetition your son only looked more betrayed and hurt until eventually, he hit a breaking point. During the last one, Woo couldn’t help but laugh at his son’s adorable pout which made your son laugh along only to let out a scream of frustration. Despite not liking to see your son upset you couldn’t help but laugh as well at their antics. You found a longer version of the video which later showed Wooyoung getting a new straw and putting it in his bottle before holding it out to Youngjae who happily took the bottle drinking his milk as his dad wiped the single tear that had fallen onto his face.

Choi Jongho

        Jongho had picked up your son from daycare and once in the car, he asked a very important question that was on his mind. “Dad, have you ever seen an elicottero?” Minho asked calmly. Jongho turned to him with a puzzled look as your son repeated his question. Once he realized the confusion he explained, “It’s a new Spanish word my friend taught me.”

“Oh. That’s your mom’s jurisdiction here, why don’t we call her,” Jongho said facetiming you.

“Hi mi vida,” you answered as you answered the call to see your son, “Hey my love.”

“Hey baby, your son has a Spanish question for you,” Jongho explained as began to screen-record, “Go ahead Minho, ask your mom.”

“Mom, have you ever seen an elicottero?” Minho asked.

        You somewhat had an idea as to what your son was talking about, but regardless, you asked for further clarification. “How does it go?” you asked. You watched as Minho put his hands together and began to move them up and down as he mimicked the sound of a helicopter. “Is that how it goes?” you asked.

“Yup have you ever seen one, an elicottero?” Minho nodded.

“Yes, I have,” you smiled, “Aver, como se dice helicoptero,” you replied. (Let’s see, how do you say helicoptero)

“Helicotero,” Minho nodded confidently as you and Jongho laughed.

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[xhdream]

What do you think about the Heroes wanting to try exhibitionism? Be it in the dorms while the other members are around or if they're feeling really daring, letting another member watch. Or somewhere in public, like for Gunil I can see him wanting to do it in his car since he can drive - 🍑

xdinary heroes - #exhibitionism

smut | xdh x fem!reader | mdni

cw: public sex, exhibitionism, mentions of sexting, oral, masturbation

a/n: sorry it took me longer to get to this one! but i had so much fun with it you have no idea… hope you enjoy it and definitely let me know if you have something to add <3

♡ gunil

in the car

absolutely agree! gunil is so car sex coded it’s a lil insane… he’s so into pulling over to a random deserted place, reclining in his seat and have you ride him while his mouth is glued to your cleavage. he’s obsessed with the fact that he’s the only one that can tempt you to become reckless enough to blow him in public where anyone can pass by and look at you through the window

you start doing it so often that you inevitably end up having your spot. gunil appreciates sex with a nice view so most likely it’s a pretty one

he’s a sucker for little playful touches over his crotch area and thighs while he’s driving! he constantly has his hand on your thigh too, but the energy is totally different if you put a hand over his

at your work place

bf gunil loves visiting you at work! especially if your schedules differ from each others he makes sure to stop by whenever he can even if it’s just for a few minutes during your break. he also secretly wants to get to know the place and the people you’re around every day ngl

he cannot help, but get a little more touchy than necessary cause he misses you; finally having you in his embrace makes him so excited he’s finding it difficult to let go. before you know it he lifts you up against the wall, kissing everywhere his lips can touch

the fact someone from your coworkers can walk pass the room anytime and hear how good your boyfriend is fucking you arouses him even more, so he doesn’t last long (which is a good thing, right?)

♡ jungsu

in the dorm while the other members are around

i’ve said this before in my spanking post, but it’s totally valid for sex too - jungsu loves giving it to you behind thin walls. he fucks you in all of his favorite positions, and scolds you for being so loud. he makes you cum over and over again, shushing you while his fingers work in sync with his cock. but it’s impossible to be quiet and he knows that very well

when you ask why does he suddenly decide he’s horny every time the members are around if you’re not allowed to make any noise he shrugs with a cheeky smile, “cause it’s more fun”

in the recording booth

he will use the opportunity to get his dick sucked before other people arrive or if it’s just him in the recording room and needs a distraction

work is stressing him out, so when you come to watch the band recording a song, he makes you sit on his lap and calm his nerves with kisses while the others haven’t arrived yet. he knows how much time you got before they start coming, but having to glance at the door every two minutes while your mouth is wrapped around him definitely keeps him on his toes in the best way possible

what better way to warm up his voice than by making him cum, right?

♡ jiseok/gaon

public restrooms

it’s kind of cliche, it’s kind of nasty, but he loves it

something about pulling you in the bathroom of a restaurant or a coffee shop especially if you’re out with friends, and you have to return to the table with a straight face, does it for him. it’s a fun way to keep your sex life spicy

his favorite moment is when somebody walks in and he has to keep his hand over your mouth until they leave. he’s definitely trying hard not to burst out laughing, but damn it’s hot

letting others watch

jiseok sometimes forgets when there are people around you. when he falls in love he falls head over heels in love; he gets addicted to your taste and he constantly has his hands on you without even realising it

it begins with playful pecks; discrete pinches on your thighs and stuff like that until it evolves into a minute long make out that just keeps going, cause how are you supposed to resist those lips? there’s no way. you can be watching a movie with the members, or attending a birthday party - the surroundings don’t matter cause they disappear the second your lips connect, and you’re the only thing his eyes can see

when somebody finally says something, or you tell him to calm down he realises that he doesn’t mind having an audience. he gets to show off you after all. he doesn’t mind kissing you a little more, and helping out your hips to rock back and forth while his erection grows from all the attention that’s on both of you

♡ seungmin/o.de

in the dressing room

is it just me or seungmin being horny during work hours is hot on a totally different level?

he easily gets turned on while he’s getting his hair or makeup done, because of something you texted him, and that quickly turns it into a classic sexting. he knows it’s risky to continue with such conversation while there are so many people around him, literally anyone can take a peek at his screen and read the provocative things you describe to each other, but that makes it only more addicting, and he cannot put his phone away. the members & staff literally have to repeat themselves, because his mind keeps drifting to other places - wherever you are most likely with a hand between your legs

he really thought he can go through this without having to risk to go to the bathroom, especially when he has to be on the stage so soon, but his willpower is too fragile when it comes to you, so he politely excuses himself out of the room

at the cinema

the idea comes to him spontaneously. it’s dark, during the week days it’s not that crowded and your seats are far in the back. the thought slips in his mind out of nowhere, distracting him from the plot of the movie, and he decides to act on his impulses - he invites his hand between your thighs and keeps it there until you start to wince in your seat

it’s entertaining… having to be so discreet about it; watching you struggle to contain your emotions. he controls his hand movements by caressing you slow and gentle, careful not to move too much or too obviously

i think this place fits seungmin perfectly - it has the balance of being both intimate and risky. the sex after you arrive home is even better when he can now freely confront you about getting so wet around strangers

♡ hyeongjun/junhan

at your place while there are people around (family; friends; roommate)

hear me out… junhan can be really cheeky especially if he’s horny, and when he’s horny and something is restricting him from getting what he wants? he can still make it work

he leans back on the door of your room making you kneel in front of him. the voices coming from the other side of the door of the people who have no idea what you’re doing to him right now thrills him. it causes him to tug on your hair so hard your scalp burns and to also speak the dirtiest words he’s ever told you. the risky situation makes him bold

i specifically mention your place, cause i can see him getting more excited from the fact you’re ditching your people because of him. are you really so weak when it comes to pleasing him? you can’t even wait to be left alone first. what would they think about you if they find out how perverted you are when you’re with him?

backstage

again, needy junhan. he just cannot help it.

his mind clouds up if you go backstage to kiss him for good luck before a concert. his cock twitches at the sight of how gorgeous you look, and how your eyes skim his body up and down, you’re so obviously turned on by his outfit and makeup. if you compliment him it’s over. he pulls you by the hand right away with the words “come with me”

he promises himself that it’s just a one time thing; it’s risky and irresponsible, and he won’t do it again. but is he really going to be able to resist it? after it felt so good and you both came at the exact same time?

♡ jooyeon

in the practice room

jooyeon might as well add the practice room to his kink list. yes, it’s where he spends most of his time so it’s very convenient, but also… the thought of being caught or heard turns him on.. a lot!! doesn’t matter if it’s a quickie on the floor, a blowjob or just you showing him your pussy cause he misses you, most of the time you go to see him he ends up touching you in some ways that always lead to something like that

loves distracting himself by looking around and remembering all the dirty things you did together

while he’s on a call

while he’s on a call while gaming, but even more - regular calls on the phone!

as we mentioned earlier he has a thing for sneaky things like that, so imagine his excitement when he receives a call he has to answer cause it’s important while you’re in the middle of giving him head, and… you don’t stop. you bob your head up and down his shaft, you suck his tip just the way he likes, you do it all while he does everything to keep his composure and not let his voice betray him. he speaks low through drawed out words that together sound a little incoherent in a sentence, but the important thing is that the call is over just when he’s about to cum

if he’s really in the mood he’s willing to go far by even turning his camera on to keep you on your toes. it’s not fair if he’s the only one threatened to be caught

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[reivrze]

Hey hey heyyyy-

Omg I love ur blog sm 😍-random, ik, but I do rly love it. I love all creators Ngl, the dedication to writing and posting is not something I have 😭.

Anywaysssssss I was wondering if you could do a fanfic/headcannon (u choose) of idol!enhypen and how they would react when their s/o started intensely fangirling over their new concept pics. 99% sure all engenes can relate to that rn 😩.

Oh right….and can I be the 🪷 anon if u do anon claims…?

Thanks smmmmm!

🪷anon

a/n : hiii ! thank you for the kind words, they motivate me so much ♡ ♡. i can definitely relate to ur reqs considering i almost died seeing those concept photos, 100% srs. as for the anon thing, i've put you down as 🪷 anon in my anon list ! anyways, i hope you like the outcome !!

pairing(s): bf!enha/idol!enha × gn!reader genre(s): fluff kinda / headcanons format warning(s): thirsting over enha, this is not proof read, i have no motivation to proof read it, i might do it later

희    ;    heeseung would laugh so hard when he learned from your best friend that you were on the floor, having a meltdown after seeing the concept photos. he had begged for her to send pictures. the people around him giving him weird looks after he bursted out laughing in public. he'd find it even funnier after seeing that he was now your new wallpaper.

제    ;    jay would feel a little embarrased at his pictures but hearing you being a fangirling mess over him would boost his confidence so much, he'd be so thankful that he has you around to remind him constantly that he is hot, sexy, beautiful, amazing, handsome, attractive, pretty, adorable, captivating, sharp, elegant, stylish, every compliment in the dictionary basically.

크    ;    jake would get so happy, like he'd have this sheepish smile when he sees that his phone was getting spammed of you going crazy. he'd call you the minute he was available, he'd be laughing and giggling during the whole 3h of call of you just rambling about hot good he looked in his photos.

성    ;    sunghoon would get super confident but also shy? like internally he gets so timid and finds you adorable but on the outside he plays it off as "yeah i'm hot and i know it". it'd be adorable watching him try to keep his cool when inside, he's literally dying from the happiness he gets when he sees you fangirl over him.

선    ;    sunoo is stuck in between fanboying over you fangirling and side-eyeing you. he'd probably try to act annoyed but he can't hide the fact that his ears would become all red and his cheeks a pink tint. he'd his face in the crook of your neck out of embarrassement.

정    ;    jungwon would feel releived to hear that the pictures came out well and that they're good enough to make you nearly faint. he'd been stressed about if the concept would go well and to hear you rant about how attractive the pictures looked would take weight off his shoulder.

니    ;    niki, niki, niki... ah.. this boy would tease you forever, it's a horrible idea to let him know the effect he has on you. he'd film your little meltdown and would never let you live that down. his ego would skyrocket and for the rest of the month, if you ever whined about anything, he'd pull the video out and threaten to send it to his whole contact list.

© miyu 2023 - do not copy, translate, repost or plagiarise my work anywhere !

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[reidsgfbf]

ngl i kinda want someone to write a fic where the bau team reacts to the copious amounts of thirst tweets and thirst edits about them

like garcia finds a bunch of thirst tweets whilst snooping around on twitter, bursts out laughing so hard the rest of the team comes to investigate, and they all read out the tweets and are like '... wtf' essentially

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #derek morgan #penelope garcia #david rossi #reidsgfbf

[mochiwrites]

ngl when I saw the cinematic all my brain could see was Scar picking Mumbo up and spinning him he was that excited.

so I May have gotten a little bit Too excited….

“Where’s Scar?” Grian asks, jogging over to Mumbo, who meets him halfway.

Mumbo looks down at his communicator, reading Scar’s message once again. His brows furrow, “He said he’d be here soon, but he’s gone and made us wait a whole day!” he laughs, looking up at Grian. “I mean, he doesn’t even live that far away!”

“How much do you want to bet he lost track of time? Or flew in the wrong direction?” Grian cracks a grin, causing Mumbo to chuckle.

“Well it’d certainly be on brand for him,” he agrees.

Just then, there’s the sound of rockets overhead, and the pair lift their head up. Scar flies in, elytra shining on his back. “Hellooooo!~” Scar sing-songs as he lands, a large excited smile on his face.

“Took you long enough!” Grian looks at him, a teasing lilt to his voice. He’s grinning, as is Mumbo.

“Oh well you know… haven’t seen either of my amayzin’ boyfriends since they went on their trips! I had to make sure I was up to snuff,” Scar replies, looking between them. “So, what’s the plan?”

After explaining everything to him, the three of them break. Mumbo’s drone hovers in the air, recording everything. Grian runs to his rock while Mumbo runs to the vault, and Scar flies into the air.

Their first attempt is… well, forgive the pun, a bit rocky. Scar takes too long to reach them, and Grian and Mumbo get tangled up in a silly dance while waiting for him. Scar manages to die somehow, and Mumbo starts laughing so hard that he also falls and dies as well. Scar seems to be quite delighted over the state of Mumbo’s gear, much to Mumbo’s displeasure.

They get themselves set back up, and go for attempt number two.

Their second attempt is a lot more successful. Scar times it perfectly with Grian and Mumbo, and they all meet on the bridge. Scar cheers as he lands and doesn’t waste any time in picking Mumbo up by the waist.

“Scar!” Mumbo cries, startled. His hands fly to Scar’s shoulders, gripping them. Grian laughs as Scar spins Mumbo around.

“You’re finally home!” Scar exclaims jovially. His green eyes are lit with pure joy. After he spins Mumbo he sets him back down. While keeping hold of Mumbo, he reaches for Grian, who easily moves with him. “You’re both back from your trips!”

Mumbo isn’t quite sure who leads them into it (it’s Scar, it’s definitely Scar), but they fall into some kind of messy dance together. It involves quite a bit of stepping on feet and tripping. Their dance is a little awkward, with Scar swaying them both and trying to spin them around. Grian nearly falls off the edge of the bridge, causing Mumbo to laugh.

Their laughter rings out into the open air, letting it be carried by the winds. Scar holds on to both Grian and Mumbo tightly, and they hold him.

By the end of it, they’ve moved to hold each other, as Scar offers them both kisses. Mumbo smiles, “I missed you both.”

“Awww, we missed you too!” Scar exclaims, squeezing both Mumbo and Grian in his embrace.

Leaning into him, Mumbo offers him a teasing look, “So much so that you tried to summon me, right?”

Sweating, Scar glances over to Grian for help. But Grian just so happens to be looking away, oblivious to Scar’s silent cry for help. He looks back at Mumbo, “W-Well, would you look at that! I think I hear Jellie calling my name!” He moves to grab his fireworks, letting go of them both.

Mumbo and Grian burst into giggles, keeping Scar from flying off. “Scar he already knows!” Grian exclaims, taking hold of his sleeve.

“What?! Noooooo!” Scar laughs, stilling in their grasp. He looks at Mumbo pleadingly, “Promise you’re actually chaffed to bits about it and not creeped out?”

“Totally chaffed to bits, mate,” Mumbo hums, causing Grian to burst into a new round of laughter.

Scar looks at Grian in confusion, who goes to explain he said the phrase wrong again. And as they get into a new discussion, Mumbo watches them. Chest swelling with love for his two spoons, he finds himself feeling quite at home.

#mochi speaks #mochi writes #mumscarian #hermitshipping #THE REUNION WAS EVERYTHING TO ME

[kakushigotofanclub]

Another scene from Da Capo Al Fine, which is the same WIP this scene is from. I actually really like this one ngl. Idk maybe I just really like the idea of Giyuu, Sabito, Obanai, and Sanemi all being best friends.

“Do you guys ever feel like…” Giyuu started. “Like we used to fight demons? I mean, in a past life or something. And there was this whole organization we were in, and there was like a demon king, and he was the one whose blood could turn people into other demons, an-” “Giyuu, what the heck are you talking about?” Obanai interrupted, though he could barely get the words out because he was laughing so hard. Sanemi and Sabito apparently both found this hysterical as well. Granted, they were four ten-year-old boys who had just eaten a ridiculous amount of candy and were up way past their bedtimes, so practically everything was hysterical at the moment. Even Giyuu couldn’t help but giggle, although he was mostly laughing at how funny his friends thought the idea of them being demon slayers was.

“You would all be so bad at fighting demons,” Sanemi told them, once their giggle fit had lapsed enough they could speak again. “Are you saying you would be good at it?” Sabito said. “Of course I would!” Sanemi announced. “I would be the best! Not you guys, though, you would probably all die.” “Guess you wouldn’t be the best, then,” Obanai pointed out cheekily. “If you were the best you would make sure no one died.” “Wh- no, that’s not what I,” Sanemi sputtered. “I mean, if you guys fought demons…like, I’m saying, hypothetically, if I wasn’t there to save you—obviously I would, but-” “Sanemi, you would die first!” Obanai interrupted. “No way!” Sanemi said. “If anyone was gonna die first, it would be you! You're so short, you wouldn't stand a chance!” “Hey!” Obanai chucked his pillow at Sanemi’s face. “What the heck does me being short have to do with anything?” “‘Cause you can’t run fast enough,” Sanemi said through giggles. “You’ve got these tiny little legs-” “I’m gonna kill you!” Obanai grabbed Sabito’s pillow and whacked Sanemi in the face with it. Sanemi was laughing so hard he struggled to get the words out, but unfortunately Obanai still caught what he said: “Not if you can’t catch me!” Obanai roared and lunged at Sanemi. It was unclear what his plan was, but whatever it was it didn’t get very far. Sabito, ever the peacemaker, caught Obanai by the back of the shirt before he could get to Sanemi. “Both of you, stop it!” he chastised them. “You’re not our mom,” Obanai pouted, but complied anyway and stopped trying to attack Sanemi. “And anyway,” Sabito said, putting his pillow back into place. “If any of us were to die first, it would be me, because I would sacrifice myself to save you.” It was quiet for a moment, because Obanai and Sanemi didn’t know how to respond to that. And then Giyuu promptly burst into tears.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer fanfic #kny fanfic #da capo al fine au