Latest Posts by ascrewupromantic - Page 6

everytime a “traditional” stem major looks at me in horror when i describe how many papers i have to write, i mirror that expression when they tell me that they have labs three times a week. HOWEVER, i’m a psychology major. being a psychology major is essentially humanities and stem combined bc yeah you’re writing papers on the effects of gender in society but you’re also plugging data into programs that will give you the specific type of statistical analysis you need for an experiment and it might not even be SIGNIFICANT so you cry. it’s so silly

being a humanities major who’s friends with stem majors is so funny because you’ll ask your friends what they’re doing today and they’re like “UGH it’s so stressful i have to stabilize the reactor core for my nuclear power midterm and then i have to build the supercomputer from i have no mouth yet i must scream for my electrical engineering homework :/ what about you” and you’re like “oh well i have to read a fun little book and write an essay about gender.” and they still think you have it worse

babygirl. but also? menace to society. i love him sm

Tabloid baby

IM GONNA SCREAM CRY SHAKE THROW UP THIS IS SOOOOO CUTE I LOVE LUKE’S DESIGN 😭😭😭 i’m a wolf and cat appreciator which is so funny thinking about having lucifer, satan, and luke on one island

animal crossing x obey me // cross-posted on my twitter !! ✨

who would you want on your island?

THE HANNIBAL TAG???? help 😭😭 i could see asmo killing people and being like “oh this? just some girlbossing- let’s have a fancy dinner” right after

peoplewho still go on dates even with a winterstorm warning. no one says no to asmo

"omg they are so attractive😍😍"

The they in question:

soooo... the new guy, huh...

from what I've gathered, this is the fandom consensus on the new guy

i love these posts. so much.

@brainlessrot <3

Was practicing drawing Mephistopheles but I was slowly but surely memeing him at some point😅😅😅

ily satan howl

Obey Me X Ghibli but everyone is Howl because I said so

he would love howl’s flouncy little jacket

Solomon as Howl 😚😚😚😚😋😋😋😋

how do i even describe how fucking gorgeous this is. holy hell (lol get it) lucifer is beautiful

Lucifer 💙

if dark chocolate has a million fans, then i am one of them. if dark chocolate has ten fans, then i am one of them. if dark chocolate has only one fan then that is me. if dark chocolate has no fans, then that means i am no longer on earth. if the world is against dark chocolate, then i am against the world.

i already wrote the whole entire fic in my head and now?? i must?? type it up in a document??? using words??? and EDIT it of all fucking things???

i cannot work under these conditions

elizabeth III origin story

does anyone have that picture of that fucked up looking white kitten that looks like this

the way i BINGED the whole master list of this blog- omg i’m obsessed. the writing is immaculate, with the one-shots being giggling, kicking your feet, blushing type of good.

i wanted to reblog this one specifically bc it’s my absolute favorite. for some reason this little fish mafia has a special place in my heart, and i love reading cute scenarios between yuu and the octotrio. love love love

highly recommend this blog to twst fans, and i can’t wait for another post 🥳

【 three's a party (and yuu does not want to play host) 】

author's note: this is a repost of my fic, but in tumblr-friendly format in case anyone dislikes ao3's formatting sjdkfsj (i've been there too dw) it's a little fic i wrote bc i had lots of octatrio brainrot n wanted to see how they'd react to crowley overworking the prefect. n then somehow this happened. kind of a filler as i work on the rest of the reqs + my leona fic, so i hope you enjoyed it if you haven't read it already !

characters: gn! yuu, azul ashengrotto, floyd leech, jade leech

warnings: non-graphic depictions of biting + blood (gee, thanks tweels but also please be careful if you're squeamish !!)

word count: 6.8k (i brainrot too hard-)

tags: uhhh octatrio *jazz hands*, yuu is overworked and underpaid (courtesy of crowley), let's pay floyd to become a professional cuddler, and pay jade to be a professional floyd-enabler, we blame the biting on both tweels, azul-typical deal making (becoming one of my fav tags ngl), protective octatrio ? hell yeah, protective octatrio !!

[ read it on ao3 | previous tumblr post ]

Yuu was tired. They shuffled the papers in their arms, carrying two more folders filled with them. That sad excuse of a headmage has once again tasked them with something almost impossible. This time he was shirking his own duties to go off on some weekend getaway at the Scalding Sands.

"Now I leave these duties to you, Yuu-kun," Crowley had said, not even bothering to hide the suitcase or the travel outfit he had on. Heck, he was even slathering on sunscreen as he spoke to them.

"What is it this time, headmage?" Yuu asked, Grim clearly not paying attention as he gorged himself on the cookies Crowley had set up as a bribe.

Crowley pats at the two stacks of folders on his desk, "This side is the invoices, and this side is the supplies that we received. It'd be so helpful if you could, ah, help me out in matching and making sure they're all in order."

"F-funyah... That's gonna take a long time..." Grim backed up to the door. "I-I have to turn in my potions homework... Bye, henchman!" And, there goes Grim, leaving them alone to stare at the stack of papers.

"Ahem," Crowley awkwardly picked up his suitcase. "Well, I suggest you get started soon since I need this done by the end of the weekend. I wouldn't want you to shoulder your...excessive food funds." And then he was gone. Leaving Yuu with two stacks of terror and sleep deprivation.

Yuu's been working hard, with frequent breaks to nap so that....well, so they don't keel over and die. They've bounced around several different locations so far, searching for a spot to take care of these papers. They've been working at the library, infirmary, their own room, the cafeteria (when it wasn't mealtime), and even in Trein-sensei and Crewel-sensei's classrooms. The two teachers had sent Yuu equally as pitying looks before taking a few invoices and checking them over in the middle of their own work, which Yuu was really grateful for.

Their next spot was this place: Mostro Lounge. They just hoped that the Octatrio wouldn't find them too quickly. They still had work to get done after all. It wasn’t Jade that greets them at the entrance, much to Yuu's relief. Mostro Lounge was an ideal place to do work and almost no one would be willing to disturb a customer or gaze at their work too hard.

Yuu was quickly guided into a booth near the back next to the tank. Virtually no one sat there, due to the smallness of it but Yuu quite liked it. It was almost cozy there. They ordered a drink with espresso in it, trusting the Lounge would make something presentable out of it. Yuu then set out to work.

They had almost thirty minutes of undisturbed work before someone tapped their shoulder. Yuu looked up to see Floyd, leaning his whole body over the table, a wide grin on display. Great Seven, why did it have to be Floyd that found them first?

"Why didn't you tell me you were visiting today, Little Shrimp?" Floyd easily scooted into the booth, placing their drink down. "Thought I was smelling things earlier but Shrimpy’s name's on the order and that means I win~!"

"What...what did you win?"

"Well, it doesn't matter! Now let's go play~" He tugged hard at their arm, and it felt like he was about to rip it out of its socket. "We can go visit Azul too, to tell him I won, and then we can go swimming-"

"I can't, Floyd." The taller stopped talking immediately, his grin deflating into a frown. It tied Yuu's stomach in knots. They never knew how Floyd would react to rejection.

This time, he just whined, "Why not? 'S not like you're doing anything interesting."

"Uhm," Yuu tapped at the table. "It's not interesting, but imagine if Azul was bossing you aro-"

"Azul always does that though. Don't needa imagine it."

"-okay, so Azul's bossing you around. And he tells you to do something. Or else he'll make you do something you hate, for example...?"

Floyd pouted, "...letting Jade beat up all the small fries while I'm stuck with the dishes."

Yuu paused at the example, "A very Floyd answer. Or else he won't let you beat up the people who breached his contracts. For a whole month, you have to wash dishes instead."

"Not for a month!" He was whining even harder now.

"Exactly, that's why I need to do this," Yuu vaguely gestured at the papers.

Floyd's eyes lit up, "Or else Azul won't let you beat people up? Didn't know Shrimpy liked fighti-"

"No! Or else Crowley will do something like not letting me eat food at the cafeteria!"

"Oh," And Floyd gave them a pitying look– the Floyd Leech was feeling sympathetic for them, how pathetic did they have to be?– "Then we'll play next time?"

"Yes, I'll swim with you next time," Yuu said, relieved that he understood. "I promise. Thank you for letting me work, Floyd." The blue-haired nodded, but he didn't move from his spot.

Yuu sipped at the drink– something sugary that hid the espresso really well– as they continued to work. Floyd's gaze burned into them quite intently but there was nothing they could do when he was already being so good.

Then there was a finger squishing their cheek and Floyd was grinning again, "I had a great idea~ How 'bout we sit so I can squeeze Shrimpy and Shrimpy can keep doing the boring stuff? C'mon, c'mon I'll keep you company." Yuu nodded and was immediately lifted up right into the air by the armpits. Like a cat. Yuu swore that they weren't that light, it was just the students at this school that were on crack or something for them to be that strong.

Floyd hummed as he placed them between his thighs, "See, see~ This is so much more fun." His frame draped over them slightly, arms wrapping around their waist as their back met his front. It was kind of like having a weighted blanket wrapped around them, except it wasn't warm, just...oddly comforting.

"Alright, Floyd," Yuu felt him fiddling with their uniform. "Just...don't squeeze too hard." Work went on as usual, with Floyd occasionally playing with their hair, or even nipping at their ears or neck. Yuu elbowed him when he did that. His teeth were too sharp for those seemingly innocent actions to actually be innocent. One bite and they might just bleed out, right in that dingy corner at Mostro Lounge. There was also a chance that he might pick them up and drop them on the ground once he got bored of sitting around.

But after a while, Floyd was suspiciously still. His head settled onto Yuu's shoulder, the little puffs of his breath tickling Yuu's neck every few seconds. Yuu looked over at him, brushing back his bangs to see what Floyd was doing only to find him...asleep.

The Floyd Leech was asleep. On their shoulder. That wasn't something they expected to happen when they walked in here. Floyd whined a bit in his sleep, squeezing a bit tighter. Yuu shushed at him, patting his hair to placate him. He grew silent after a bit, and Yuu released a breath.

Waking Floyd was probably going to be a headache, so they continued to work. Or was trying to continue their work, before a set of familiar footsteps had stopped at their table. They didn't bother looking up, assuming it was the waiter, here to take their drink.

"My, so this was where Floyd escaped to," – Yuu's shoulders tensed before remembering they had a sleeping eel at their back– "He was always better at sniffing out prey than me."

Ignoring the fact that they got called prey, Yuu acknowledged the calmer-looking Leech, "Jade-senpai."

"I'll come back with some tea," Jade said, taking their empty glass. "Something relaxing, perhaps? You look a little stressed, Yuu-san."

Yuu nodded, "I'd...appreciate that. How much will that be? I already paid for the drink before, just in case I forgot."

"Mmm," Jade's expression turned contemplative. "It's supposed to sell at 12 thaumarks, but since I'll be dining with you, I'll foot half the bill."

"That's...oddly nice of you," Yuu said, knowing that the other wouldn't take offense at such a comment.

And surprise surprise, Jade merely smiled, razor-sharp this time, "I'm offended that you'd think so little of me." Then Jade was gone, in a flurry of perfectly placed movements. Yuu sighed, looking down at the papers in front of them. It just never seemed to end, and they would be hitting their limit soon. A nap was in due order.

Jade arrived with the tea set in no time, "Ah, think of this as repayment for getting Floyd to sleep. He's been complaining that his teeth were hurting and that he wanted to go back to the ocean...it has been quite troublesome, for both me and Azul."

"That's...not good." Yuu watched, enraptured by the way Jade was very elegantly preparing the tea. Damn him and his near-perfectionism in everything. It made him that much harder to be wary of.

"Well, he was asking me to play around, but I had really pressing work and he seemed to get it so..."

"He fell asleep soon after that?"

"He was squeezing me, but after a while, he must've dozed off," Yuu shrugged.

"My, how soft, to fall asleep in front of prey," Jade placed their cup in front of them, staring over at the sleeping Leech. "Try adding some sugar to the tea." Yuu pours a spoonful in and gasped as the tea turns from a dark blue to purple color.

There's a delight in Jade's face, maybe at their reaction, "Stir it, Yuu-san."

Yuu does, and the color changes once more, from purple to light pink.

"What kind of...magical tea is this?" Yuu held up their cup like it was going to run away from them.

"A...personal blend of mine," Jade chuckled lightly. "I've found that some plants I encounter while I do my club activities make the most fascinating teas."

Yuu narrowed their eyes at the cup, "This isn't...going to make me see hallucinations right? I really need to focus on this before Crowley wrings me out."

"Oh no, although I do know of a blend that does so, this is merely a relaxant." Jade takes a sip of his own cup as if to demonstrate its harmlessness. "I make this blend for Azul sometimes when he's got a lot of work to deal with."

Yuu braved a sip and felt a warm tingle make its way down their throat. With a sigh, Yuu felt all the muscles start to soften and they sag back against Floyd's front.

"Good?"

"Oh yeah, very good," Yuu took another sip, flexing their hands to get the invisible ants out.

"What have you been working on?" Jade asked, gesturing at the papers. "Something for the headmage?"

Yuu groaned, staring at the still-hefty stack of papers, "Crowley- I mean, our benevolent headmage has left a student in charge of checking invoices for the school's purchases while he goes off for a weekend escapade."

"That is...certainly a difficult situation," Jade eyed the papers. "I could help you with some, but I might need to go if Azul calls. How many of these have you gone through already?"

"There were two stacks of these, a meter tall on his desk before he left."

Jade patted their head sympathetically, grabbing a folder, "I think I can relate, especially on the part where my boss makes unreasonable demands. But at least the pay is, mmm, more handsome on those days."

And then they were working. Amicably, to Yuu's surprise. Jade Leech was a good work partner when he wasn't condescending or trying to be scary. (He didn't have to try that hard, he was already imposing enough.) Jade was efficient, and Yuu felt like their brain was turning to mush by the minute. The tea was making them drowsy as well, so that wasn't helping their situa-

Suddenly, there were teeth at their neck...? There were teeth at their neck, real and sharp from the way the jaw of their perpetrator flexed slightly against their skin. Yuu's head snapped up, "Uhm, Floy...d...?"

Floyd was grumbling quietly before the teeth are gone, "Ja~de, stop tryna steal Shrimpy from me!" His hold on them suddenly tightened, his leg moving to tangle in theirs. The teeth are back on their neck as if they'd never left. Yuu swallowed slowly, hoping that they'd get to leave this situation alive as they looked at Jade.

Jade looked unimpressed at Floyd's behavior, "Floyd, it is rude to treat Yuu-san that way when they've been courteous enough to let you sleep as they work." He set the papers he was working on aside as he focused on his twin.

It's nerve-wracking to be in the middle of a fight between these two because, well, Yuu had never seen them fight before. Sure, there are times when they disagreed, but they usually settle it quickly. Now, being the main reason why they were fighting in the first place...Yuu wasn't sure they could survive this. Maybe they should start writing a will, to give away what little possessions they had.

"I know! 'S not Little Shrimp's fault," Floyd whined and rubbed his head against Yuu's nape. "It's cuz of you, now go away, Jade, I don't wanna share."

And then like a switch was flipped, Jade smiled, all provocation, "Well, Yuu-san doesn't belong to you, Floyd." There's a tense silence and Yuu lamented going back to writing their will. Why would Jade say something that would rile him up even more? Now Floyd had his legs wrapped around Yuu's thighs, arms squeezing to the point of discomfort. And the worst part was that those teeth were still scratching at their nape.

"Floyd, I'd appreciate it if you don't bite my ne-" - Yuu shivered as the teeth pressed in a little harder. "My neck." They sat up as best they could, reaching a hand back to pet at Floyd's hair. His grip relaxed the slightest bit. "I'll die if you do."

"But if I don't bite, then Jade'll bite first. And I wanna bite first." Floyd said, so matter-of-factly that any other person would've thought he was talking about lunch. Yuu glanced over at Jade, who doesn't refute the statement, and instead looks amused. Amused, of all things! The gall of this...this overly tall mer-eel!

"No one's biting anyone, please," Yuu argued weakly. "I...really need my neck in one piece." It's a stalemate because Floyd won't let go, Jade won't leave, and Yuu's literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. And they've been stressed all day, so whatever they could do to get out of this...

A flicker of an idea appeared in Yuu's mind, and before they could think too hard, they blurted, "Does it have to be my neck?"

Jade looked visibly surprised by their statement, "You're...going to let him bite you?"

Yuu felt miserable at the prospect, "I have work to do. If this will get you both to quiet down then it's worth it. I think."

"Yay! I get to bite Little Shrimp!" Floyd cheered, jostling Yuu around. "I wonder, will Shrimpy taste like a shrimp...?" The question was asked so innocently that it left Yuu dumbfounded.

"Uhm, then how about my arm...?" They were facing Floyd now, offering up their right arm.

Floyd took it, kneading it between his hands, "Hmm... Not as squishy as your cheeks or tummy, but it'll do for today!" Jade hasn't said anything in a while, but he seemed interested as his twin rolled up the sleeve of their uniform and blazer. Well, there goes their last chance of getting out of this.

"Don't move, Little Shrimp, or else the blood'll go everywhere, like whoosh," Floyd made a gushing motion. "Kinda like those fancy fountains, 'cept it'll be blood~"

Was this a horrible idea? Yes. Were they going to regret this later? Oh yes, most certainly. But was it happening? Begrudgingly, also yes.

And Yuu tried not to imagine the blood fountain in their mind as Floyd clamped down on their arm. He didn't waste any time, immediately biting down. They winced. His teeth were sharp enough to cut into their skin effortlessly. Floyd smiled against their arm in content, once again confirming that Floyd Leech was slightly insane. They didn't move until he finally pulled away.

There was blood everywhere, on his teeth, lips, and even his chin, but Floyd grinned, "Y'know, 's not bad! Doesn't taste like a shrimp, but still good." He made a show of licking the wound again, "Aha, my teeth hurt of so long, so thank you, Shrimpy!"

Their arm is throbbing– burning, actually– but it didn't hurt as much as they'd expected. Maybe it was the adrenaline rushing in their ears, but they felt a little too calm and overwhelmed at the same time. There was a tingling when Floyd licked over it again, and Yuu belatedly wondered if eelmer saliva was toxic to humans.

"C'mon, Jade. You wanna bite too, right?" Floyd smiled gleefully, facing his twin. Wait...what? "Look, Shrimpy. He looks so hungry~" Yuu looked up and there's something dark in Jade's eyes. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, they had almost forgotten that both of them were clinically insane. What kind of sane person liked the taste of human blood anyway?

Jade stood, politely smiling, "Scoot over, Floyd." Said Leech backed up in the booth, giggling all the while and tugging Yuu with him.

"W-wait, how come Jade-senpai's biting me too-!"

Jade's hand grips at their forearm, glove staining with red, "My, it is rude to offer this one of us and not the other."

"He's right! And you taste good, so don't worry."

"I- I thought you didn't want to share !"

Floyd looked sinister as he grinned again, still bloody, "Well that's before. Now's now. Now be a good shrimp and let Jade bite you~" Yuu resisted the urge to kick at Jade as he settled between their legs. Calm down, this guy was just helping out before. Calm down.

Jade swept back his hair as he brought their arm closer, "I promise I'll be gentle."

It's not reassuring at all when Jade says it while smiling that smile that reminds Yuu of a predator baring its teeth. And just like that, there was a second bite on their arm. It didn't hurt as much as the first, but maybe they were growing numb to the pain by now.  Jade lapped at the blood and hummed as if pleased by the taste before retracting his teeth.

Yuu stared at the twin bites on their arm with disappointment, "You two are...literally the worst. If I die of an infection, I am not writing you guys into my will."

“Shrimpy didn’t move so it’ll heal,” Floyd petted their hair to mollify them, "Tastes pretty good, right Jade? It scratches that itch, so there's also a bonus~"

Jade nodded, licking the blood dripping down his chin, staining his shirt, "I must say, that was satisfactory." The twins flash Yuu their sharp grins, both equally caked in their blood and now Yuu remembered exactly why these two were twins. They were cut from the same piece of cloth, after all.

"Please don't say you're gonna eat me or something, I'm not food," Yuu grumbled, cupping their arm. "Could you at least get some tissues? The blood's getting everywhere." Floyd grabbed the whole tissue stand, stuffing it into Yuu's hand. But he made no effort to move from his position where he was cuddling into Yuu. Jade was no different, passively watching and occasionally helping with the used tissues.

"What in Seven's name are you doing?"

The voice made them flinch. Yuu looked up, only to make eye contact with one horrified Azul Ashengrotto. Jade doesn't look all that surprised as he turned, and Floyd gave Azul a big wave.

"Is that...Yuu–?" Azul sighed tiredly. "Up, all of you. To the VIP Room. Now."

"Yes, sir."

"Yessir!"

"O-okay."

Floyd lifted them up with him as he stood, acting as a barrier between the rest of Mostro Lounge and their little party of four. At this point, Yuu couldn’t bring it on themself to say they could walk and just let Floyd do his thing.

"Ooh, Azul looks real mad," He mused, frowning. "But we were just havin' fun, me, Shrimpy, and Jade were."

They're placed on the couch. Or, they're placed on Floyd's lap as he sat on the couch, was a more accurate statement. Jade walked in, bloodied glove in his breast pocket as he carried a stack of papers.

"Thanks, Jade-senpai."

"Not to worry, it was me and Floyd who, ah, inconvenienced you," He sat down next to the two, exchanging another chilling smile with Floyd. Crazy, both of them were.

"Tell me why I was working peacefully when I get a report that, and I quote, 'The Leech brothers are mauling a customer'?" Azul paced around in front of the three on the couch. “Mauling” was...well, it wasn't entirely off. Their arm was still throbbing, and the blood hadn't stopped flowing yet.

"We weren't mauling the Little Shrimp," Floyd huffed, offended at the accusation. "We were just playing 'n Shrimpy said a little bite was okay."

"Quite," Jade nodded as if saddened. "I was having a nice conversation with Yuu-san before the, ah, biting, as Floyd said." They said it as if both of them didn't have blood staining their chins and the collars of their shirts. Yuu just wanted to work in peace. Why did they end up in this situation?

Azul dragged a hand over his face, "Show me." Yuu leaned as far forward as they could with Floyd holding on to them. The bites certainly didn't look as clean as before. The blood was beginning to drip. It looked kinda scary, actually. Yuu was sure there was some sort of paralyzing agent in their saliva, or else maybe they'd be screaming their heads off from the pain.

"I'll hear your explanations later. Jade, Floyd, for now, step outside the room."

Floyd's grip tightened, "Eh, but I don't wanna~"

"Floyd, let's let Azul have a turn," Jade placed a hand on his twin’s shoulder. "It'll only be about five minutes."

"I'm not some toy you can have a turn on." And Jade just smiled at the retaliation, as if he thought it was funny they were complaining after everything that happened.

Floyd reluctantly let go, "I'll be back in no time, Shrimpy."

"If you heal it all the way, we might just have to bite Yuu-san again, Azul," Jade called out before he left. Crazy bastards.

"Don't forget to change your clothes, you got blood everywhere!" Azul shouted after them before standing. He grabbed a cloth and a potion from his drawer.

He sighed as he stared at all the blood, "Let's get it cleaned up before you get an infection."

"Is their saliva poisonous?" Yuu tried not to flinch as Azul ran the cloth around the edges of the bite.

"Not as toxic as their animal counterparts, but I know that there's something that may cause infections," Azul looked up at Yuu before looking back down. "Why would you, out of all people, give them permission to bite you?"

"Well...Floyd was threatening to bite my neck-" Azul almost dropped the cloth at that. "L-Long story short, he was...er, squeezing me and he fell asleep. Jade-senpai came around with some tea, we were discussing my work and Floyd woke up."

"I see. I'm assuming he didn't want to share?" He poured half of the potion onto the bites. The skin knits together, and it's almost like it never happened, save for the light pink scars left on their arm.

Yuu sighed, "It wasn't my brightest decision, I was really tired so to save my own neck, I offered my arm. To Floyd. but then Jade-senpai just..."

"That's when you should be cautious," Azul ruffled their hair. "Rule number two when dealing with the Leeches, what one gets, the other covets too."

"What's rule number one ?"

"Where one goes, the other will follow," Azul looked a bit sorry as he ran a finger over the scars. "Next time don't let them bite you. Call me when they're being unreasonable."

"What's the price?"

"The...price?" Azul looked momentarily askew as if deals or favors from him don't usually have a price tag attached to them. But he recovered quickly. "Well, the payment will be–"

The door is flung open unceremoniously, "Azul! It's been five minutes so now I get a turn!" And there are the twins, looking more like students rather than murderers this time.

Jade placed himself next to Azul. Yuu paid them no mind, no doubt they must've been talking about Mostro Lounge's affairs. Floyd nestled back beside them, this time burying his face in their stomach. Yuu sucked in a breath at the action, having seen literally firsthand what the eel’s teeth can do. The blue-haired giggled like it was funny.

"No more biting," Yuu pleaded. "I really need to do this by the end of today." Yuu picked up the abandoned papers, eyeing the one folder that they haven't sorted through yet. They won't be getting any sleep if that isn't done.

"What've you been doin' Shrimpy?" Floyd asked, wrapping his arms around their torso.

"Hmm? Oh, these are invoices. There are papers that say what's been delivered and what's been ordered. Crowley's forcing me to check them."

"Sounds bo~ring," Floyd singsonged, snatching a paper from Yuu's hand. "What if we set them on fire and build one of those bonfire things instead?"

Yuu took the paper, "I'd get in trouble. Remember washing dishes?" And Floyd shuddered at that, which Yuu found to be a little bit of a cute reaction.

"Are you getting paid, Prefect?" Oh, so Azul was paying attention to them.

They glanced up to find both Azul and Jade staring at them, "Well no. But he did threaten to cut the food funds again, so-"

"Cutting the food funds?" Azul scoffed.

"Again?" Jade's eyebrows furrowed.

There was a short silence before Floyd sat up, "I volunteer to squeeze the headmage! I'll do a great job for you, Little Shrimp."

"What? No, he'll expel you." And the eel deflated before latching onto them again like they were some sort of throw pillow. Yuu glanced warily at Azul and Jade, who all of a sudden had their business smiles on.

Azul approached them first, "How about you work for Mostro Lounge?"

"You mean as waitstaff?" Yuu tilted their head. "I already take up shifts most weeks, but-"

"Not work at Mostro Lounge, Yuu-san," Jade said in that ever so polite tone of his. "Work for the Lounge. Like me and Floyd."

"Uhuh...like you and Floyd," Yuu briefly imagined themself fighting students from other dorms and...nope. That's impossible because one spell and they'll be sent straight to heaven. If they even had heaven here.

"Your work wouldn't be too different to what you're doing right now," Azul sat down on the coffee table, minding the papers. "Usually I am in charge of matching up invoices, but since the business has grown it's been getting a bit...much. I can assure you that you'd be paid handsomely." And Yuu felt like they were being dragged into a trap.

"Ooh, Azul's got a great idea! I get to see Little Shrimp every day!" Floyd's gaze turned contemplative. "But it might get boring. But it might not. So let's do it~"

"Plus," And Yuu jumped when they heard Jade's voice beside them, his arm already on Yuu's forearm. "If you're here then maybe we'll get another taste."

Yuu whipped their arm back, "No more biting. I'm serious, one time's enough." And ugh, Yuu really didn't want to get stuck between these two again.

"If I may," Azul spread his arms wide. "We can set up a contract– a work one, now don't look at me like that– and work out the details of that some other time. For now, we just need your affirmation to the deal."

"Maybe you should hire someone more capable?" Yuu couldn't believe that Azul was hiring someone like them for this job. It's not like they were a professional, they've been doing this for two days after all.

"You're more than capable, Yuu-san," Jade gestured at their work. "You've been doing the headmage's work for him. There might not be anyone as capable as you."

"Jade is right. And also, Mostro Lounge doesn't only value capability," Azul held their gaze, and there's something like warmth there. "We also value trust. There's a reason why we haven't hired another working for the internal system all this time." It's because they haven't found someone trustworthy enough. The words were left unspoken but Yuu swallowed hard.

Azul? Trusting them? Even though they were just invoices, nothing like contracts or other sensitive details like funds, it was still...something. A lot more than they thought Azul, and the Leeches by extension, would've been willing to give them. The trio had always seemed to be impenetrable, so why were they suddenly making space for someone like them?

In an instant, there were arms binding theirs, accompanied by Floyd's cheerful voice, "Shrimpy's taking too long. Imma squeeze till you say yes~"

And, well, there goes the touching mood. Azul and Jade look unfazed as if this was part of the plan should they turn away the deal. Which meant that...this was a trap all along. Was that whole spiel about trust real...? Yuu didn't know when they had time to coordinate their attacks like this, they worked too seamlessly for them to notice.

Yuu thumped their head against Floyd's chest, "Coercion. Great. Fine, I'll do it."

There's a short silence before Azul takes their hand, "It's a deal." His voice was uncharacteristically soft and Yuu barely registered the chaste kiss that he gave their knuckles. Then Yuu felt their brain short circuit because what. Azul just kissed their-

"Aha, Shrimpy's face was so funny," Floyd cupped their face, leaning closer. "Hey, will Shrimpy do it again if I kiss on th-"

Yuu scrambled, pressing a hand to the grinning eels' lips, "No kissing! No more kissing! Not now, not ever." They tumbled back-first into Jade, Floyd's weight still insistent on their front.

"My, I am quite offended that Azul got a free pass on that rule," Jade said lightly, though his arms were gripping Yuu's shoulders quite firmly. "What do you think, Floyd?"

"Well...I let Shrimpy work. And Shrimpy let me sleep. But then I bit Shrimpy. And now there's no kiss," Floyd counted on his fingers. "That means that we get to choose what to play next time~"

And oh Seven's above, that sounded like a terrible idea.

Yuu looked over at their potential savior, "Azul-senpai, you-"

"I'm already helping you," Azul said, waving a hand. "As your future boss, I'll handle these last few invoices. You can handle their games for a little more, right?"

"Poor little Yuu-san has no one to help," Jade said in a mocking tone. "Then, as Floyd said, we'll choose what to do next time. For now, you can do what you'd like."

"Mhm! I'm bein' super obedient right now, like one of those Savanaclaw pups," Floyd boasted, still in the process of crushing their ribs with his weight.

And Yuu was tired. These two were too unpredictable, and Azul...Azul was a dick when he chose to be. Which were most times. The exhaustion was clinging to them now, and their body ached, from the biting and the sitting and the working and- everything.

In a small voice, they voiced their request, "Uh, then can I borrow a bed...?"

Jade raised an eyebrow, "Well, that's quite forward of you to ask-"

"N-Not for that kind of bed stuff, ugh," Yuu made sure to pinch the inside of his wrist. They were sure they saw Azul turning red too behind the papers he was reading.

"Ooh, what type of bed stuff then, Little Shrimp?" Floyd sat himself up, sitting on Yuu's lap now. "Pillow fighting? But Azul's banned us because we broke a lot of things last time."

"No, I just...I wanted to take a nap," And their ears burn at the request. "I've...been working all day long and I didn't get any good sleep last night." Maybe it's because it's Jade, Floyd, and Azul, but it seems too silly to ask something like that out loud.

But instead of the teasing response that they expected, Floyd looked sympathetic. He patted their head, "I get that too when my teeth ache too much. 'S annoying."

Jade returned– when did he even leave?– with a pillow in hand, "You can use this couch to lie on. It's a lot more comfortable when we remove the back pillows. Azul uses it to sleep sometimes."

Azul coughed into his hand, "Ah, it's convenient to have a bed in the office, I work late hours, so I had them put it in." And it's kind of...domestic to imagine Azul squeezing onto this couch late at night.

Yuu dragged themself up, watching as Jade detached the big pillows and unfolded a sheet. The sight of something bed-like had the melatonin rushing their brain, and they can feel themself growing hazier and hazier by the minute.

"C'mon, little sleepy Shrimp," Floyd tugged them onto the softness of the couch. "I'll be your blanket for today~" And Yuu couldn't find it in themself to argue as they removed their blazer, flopping into the pillow Jade had laid out. Floyd immediately covered them much like a blanket, folding his limbs around them. Jade was sitting by their head, and there was a gloved hand stroking their hair. Oh, the couch felt like heaven against their skin, and Floyd didn't make that bad of a blanket. And Jade was...comforting... Yuu stifled a yawn.

"Sorry that I'm bothering you guys so much," Yuu found themself mumbling as they grew sleepier.

"No, no," They heard Azul reply. "It has been a rather good day since you've decided to bother us." They were sure Jade had said something, and Floyd had chimed in, but they couldn't hear it anymore. The tide of sleep had already swept them away.

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"Their heartbeat's real slow," Floyd commented, ear pressed against the Prefect's chest. "I think Little Shrimp's already asleep."

"Shame they didn't hear what we said," Jade chucked, still stroking at their hair. It seemed that they got a haircut since he saw them last, and it looked...quite good on them, he thought.

Azul clicked his tongue, "I can't believe that headmage. Giving them two stacks of these to get done in two days? No wonder they were exhausted." The three were thinking about how Crowley sometimes abused the power he had over their little Ramshackle Prefect, and how they didn't quite like how tired Yuu had been.

"When they wake up, maybe let's play swimming, but in the pool," Floyd said, gently tracing the scar on their arm. "Feel bad for Shrimpy if we go to the Coral Sea all of a sudden."

"You're being really nice, Floyd," Although it was Jade who asked, Azul agreed. Floyd was being really docile around the Prefect at times.

"Well...I like the way Shrimpy talks to me!" Floyd tightened his grip on Yuu. "They don't get mad every two seconds like everyone else. But 's not like they don't ever get mad, 's just they're better than everyone else." An answer that was equal parts genuine and Floyd.

"I noticed that too," Azul said, collecting the papers into a stack. "They seem to treat us without that many reservations. Which is equally foolish and brave."

"It is quite amusing to see them still being occasionally wary," Jade said, smiling down at their sleeping prey. "They choose the best moments."

"Ooh, can we keep 'em longer?" Floyd asked in a bright tone. "Wanna play with them some more~"

The three silently gazed at the sleeping human. The subtle movement of Yuu's chest alerted them that they were alive, and showed just how fragile this person in front of them was. Magicless. There would be no way for them to protect themselves with magic. They would die from the simplest of poisons, too. So...very weak. But that's also what made them all the more worthwhile for the trio. They were quite fond of this magicless and weak creature they had befriended.

"Let's see where this goes," Azul glanced up at the twins. "If everything goes well then maybe we can take them with us to the Coral Sea someday?" And the Leech twins smile something not-so-sinister, the closest they can get to warmth. Azul himself has that grin on his face as he continued to take on the extra work alongside Jade, while Floyd watched over them.

Maybe that little sleeping shrimp would be the one to scale the tall, tall walls that the trio had built around themselves. Maybe they would let Yuu actually see who they were, instead of a mix of the personas they had built to keep themselves safe. But that would be for another time. Today, they were just content watching them peacefully doze.

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the unexpected - happy halloween

Fat Gum x Reader (NSFW)

Synopsis: You've had a crush on Tai for as long as you've known him and it finally comes to a head after a Halloween party for the heroes.

Warnings: angst, fluff, bashful tai, protective tai, hungry tai, yearning and pining; talk of tai's massive cock, fingering, handjob, oral (female receiving), grinding and humping bc you can't take tai's cock the first night yall fool around

Word Count: 7.7k

A/N: I know I should have written something like the overstim vamp!gojo fic for today since i an accumulation of kinktober on Halloween day should be super raunchy. But I'm sick, I'm fried, I'm overworked and exhausted and this is what I came up with. I'm sorry.

Being friends with other Pro-Heroes wasn’t an easy feat. With such busy schedules, there’s rarely time to see each other. Politics always play a role. And the media will take even the tiniest thing and run with it. Your eyes meet during an interview and even dare to linger? You’re clearly infatuated. You laugh at one of their jokes or fix your hair in their presence? You must have a crush. Dance at an event? Share a drink? Go out for dinner? See a movie? Dating.

Go home together after a long party because it’s too far to commute back to your place?

You’re clearly fucking.

“Are you sure, Tai?” You made him meet your gaze. You both knew the implications if the media saw you leave together. “I don’t want to give the media another reason to talk about you like that again.”

Taishiro laughed, making his whole body shake, strands of his blond hair falling from the Robin Hood cap he wore. The tight green costume hugged every curve of his body, significantly tighter than it was earlier this evening after he made a few passes at the buffet. Still, he was more muscle than anything else, and the few reporters on scene--specifically the gossip ones--had their eyes glued to him. You had to pull him away before his tights became their namesake and showed off every inch of him. More than they already were.

It was an internal battle to keep your eyes on his chest and above.

“I’m used to it, (Y/N).” He popped a Reese’s pumpkin into his mouth as he smirked.

Fuck. Taishiro smirking, eyes glittering with a hint of mischief, was deadly. You had to lock your knees to prevent yourself from--like a southern lady from the fifties--clutching your pearls and swooning. You blamed the media. It was because of the damn gossip columns that you started to have a crush on the BMI Hero.

When the two of you started taking more and more missions together, hanging out outside of work, doing the things two normal friends do, the media started to spin it as Does Fat Gum Have a Girlfriend? And, no matter how hard you tried not to read it, all that speculation started to get to you. Like how apparently his eyes were practically “brimming with hunger” --their words--whenever he looked at you. Or how he supposedly stands closer to you during interviews and always tries to make you laugh.

And with that came all the talk about other aspects of Tai’s life. Particularly what it was like behind closed doors, where clothes were optional. There was endless speculation on Tai’s...physical appearance. You’d been asked more than once if you’d seen Taishiro in anything other than his hero costume or everyday clothing. Usually with Tai right next to you. Your face always burned as you bypassed the question. Sometimes Tai would laugh and drop his hand to the small of your back, making you stutter through your words even worse than you already were.

But that’s why you stared up at the hero as the party continued in full swing around you. You were a forty-minute train ride from your apartment. Tai’s place was a ten-minute cab ride. A notion he realized himself when he caught you trying to hide a yawn. He was already picked apart in the media; if the two of you left together and anyone saw you both enter his apartment? The media would have a fucking frenzy with it. Not to mention the fact that you didn’t think you’d be able to survive spending the night there. Not when your mind was very far in the gutter.

He’d asked you to dance earlier, and when the upbeat pop song changed to a slow, romantic one, you’d nearly sprinted from the dance floor. Except, to Tai, you were just two friends dancing. So he saw nothing weird about hooking an arm around your waist, pulling you close--so close that you could feel every dip and ridge of his muscles--and swaying to the music. You’d spent half the song praying he couldn’t hear or feel your thumping heart and the other half ignoring how fantastic his body felt against yours and how it made you feel.

“I’m really okay take the train back to my place, Tai; I don’t want to impose.”

“(Y/N),” he said as he leaned down and smiled his staple crooked smile, “you could never impose.”

You bit your lip. You really shouldn’t go home with him. That wouldn’t help your growing feelings. Not at all. But you couldn’t say no to him when he smiled at you like that. So you nodded, shoved down your feelings, and whispered an okay.

“Great!” He hooked an arm around your shoulders and steered you towards the exit. “Let’s go.”

“Wait, Tai.” Panic erupted in you.

“What?” He didn’t stop walking.

You could feel eyes on you as Tai hugged you close.

“We’ve only been here for a few hours; the party isn’t over yet.”

Tai frowned and stepped in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“(Y/N), you’re tired, and I’m starving. We don’t owe it to anyone to stay any longer. We’re allowed to leave.”

You knew that. But it didn’t give you enough time to gather and push down your feelings. Which were getting dangerously close to the surface as Tai stared at you, waiting for you to answer. You sighed, and he grinned.

“I know. Okay. Let’s go.”

You glanced back at the party-goers as you left, making eye contact with a reporter you recognized that loved to ask the more inappropriate questions. Have you two ever kissed? Have you ever had romantic thoughts about each other? Have you slept together? And Tai, the frustrating gentleman than he was, always answered the questions the same way. If we have, you would be the last to know. He never got mad at them. Most likely due to his determination to always maintain his cheery hero persona--one that seemed to just be him--but he always remained civil. Although there was one exception.

It was a few weeks back when the two of you had decided to patrol his neighborhood together. A slow day led to a reporter tracking you down and getting the scoop. Crime rates, All Might information, updates about Fat Gum’s agency. And then his eyes fell on you, and the questions started to dive into the territory they always did. How long have you two been friends again? Do you have a significant other? What are your thoughts on the costume restrictions heroes have? But then he did what most reporters did: dared a question he really should’ve kept to himself.

We’ve seen the way the two of you look at each other. There’s no way you two haven’t been...intimate. C’mon, give us the scoop. Is he as big as the rumor mill says?

Tai had his hand in the same spot he always did when he got that, as the media labeled it, protective aura about him. It twitched against your back before he leaned in, his smile dropping to a very clearly unamused line.

“I’m standing right here. Why don’t you ask me?” His brows pinched, and his hand closed around the back of your shirt. “Would you ask All Might and Endeavor the same question?”

That made the reporter break down to incomplete sentences, half apologies, and a half-hearted goodbye. Tai never commented on it after the fact, his smile slowly returning as you continued on your patrol route, hand staying on your back for the next few blocks before he needed a candy boost. Then it returned to his side as if nothing had happened. But that stayed with you. It’s what you thought of as you tried to ignore the weight of the reporter’s gaze on your back as you left.

Outside, the fall air whipped around you, and you wished you’d worn more than the bubble gum dispenser costume. Tight white shirt covered in poofy balls, a glittery red short skirt, knee-high white socks, and red heels to match the skirt. A small piece of painted cardboard read 25¢ was pinned to your skirt. It’d been Tai’s idea when you couldn’t come up with anything for the party. Well, he’d said candy dispenser, but you decided bubblegum faired better.

A cab pulled up within seconds of you stepping outside, and you eyed the BMI Hero. When the hell had he called that? You’d been with him nearly the entire night, and you’d never seen him use his phone.

You blushed as he held the door open for you. More so when he slid in next to you and his thigh pressed firm against yours. He gave the driver his address, and the cab took off. You prayed no one had seen the two of you climb in together. It was purely platonic. You knew that. But your anxiety? Your wandering thoughts? They didn’t. They made you hyperaware of his hand that had fallen next to yours, resting on the line between your thigh and his. His fingers nudged yours as the car went over a manhole cover.

You would’ve pulled away had you not loved the jolt of electricity each touch shot through you. Even if each one left you with the gut-twisting reminder that the two of you were never that. Never anything more than friends. Tai had made that clear, and you had as well; it was near impossible not to when interacting with the press. You glanced up at the hero as he lazily watched the passing building, eyes out the window without a car in the world--except maybe his growling stomach.

His smile was soft, features illuminated by the multicolored city lights. Blond hair that bounced with the car’s movement, barely contained under the tiny green costume cap. His eyes were lit with curiosity while maintaining his usual heroic level of observation. You knew without a shadow of a doubt, if someone was in danger, he’d be out of the cab before you could even tell the driver to pull over. Because he was good. All heroes, to some extent, were good. But Tai was good. So fucking good. You wanted him to lean over, cup your cheeks with his hands, and kiss you until the rest of the world washed away.

It made tears sting your eyes as a sharp pain found itself in your chest.

You forced yourself to look away and sniffled as quietly as you could manage.

This was getting out of hand.

A gentle tap on your leg made you turn towards Tai. Those alight eyes were on you now. A tiny crease between his brow as his mouth fell into a concerned line. He lifted a hand and you froze, biting your cheek to stop the gasp from leaving you when he brushed a strand of hair from your face.

“You alright?”

No, you really, really weren’t.

“Yeah, sorry. Just yawned extra hard.” You hated lying to him. But you couldn’t exactly tell him the truth. “Made my nose a little runny.”

You tried a laugh, it came out awkward, but Tai smiled. So it worked well enough.

“You’re right off to bed then when we get home.”

You nodded and tore your gaze from his. It hurt too much otherwise. It was going to be agony sleeping at his place. And as soon as you got there--Tai far more nonchalant about exiting the cab and walking into the apartment complex than you--you knew you should’ve gone back to your place. The long train ride would’ve been worth it compared to the ache that shook your bones when you entered his comfy, warm apartment.

“If you’d like to shower, you’re more than welcome to. You can take my bed, I’ll take the couch. But, if you’re anywhere near as hungry as me, I’m going to whip up some snacks before turning in.” He grinned, pulling his hat off and tossing it on the kitchen counter.

“I-I’ll shower if that’s alright.”

It was both the deadliest and the safest option. Get away from Tai, wash away the tears that wanted to stain your cheeks, and get out of the costume that felt way too skimpy. But then you were in Tai’s shower. Not a guest shower. His. You stood under the warm water for about thirty seconds, eyes dancing around the bottles of soaps, clean washrag, razor, fluffy towels just on the outskirt of the shower, before you turned the temperature down.

You were going to need an ice bath to drown away the thoughts that were creeping in. You, stupidly, leaned against the shower wall. An image of Tai pinning you there, rolling his hips, grinding his thick, wide, throbbing-

“(Y/N)?” There was a gentle knock on the door. You jerked yourself underneath the icy water. “I grabbed some clothes for you to wear if you’d like. I’ll set them outside the door.”

“T-Thank you.”

You weren’t in the shower much longer after that.

Thankfully, Tai wasn’t anywhere near the door when you cracked it open and grabbed the clothes he had out for you. A stretchy black shirt and a pair of boxers made of the same material. You felt weird going without underwear or a bra, but you weren’t exactly fond of the idea of putting them back on. Hesitantly, you wrapped up your clothes and exited the bathroom. You sat them on his dresser, unsure where else to put them.

The entire apartment smelled like freshly baked cookies.

Instantly, your mouth watered.

“I have ice cream, fruit, some celery, and I made some cookies.” Tai held up a platter of chocolate chip cookies as his eyes fell on you.

“Uh, ice cream, I guess.” You walked nervously across his living room, aware of his gaze fixed on you all the way until you were by his side in the kitchen.

“Ice cream it is.” He cleared his throat before trading the cookie tray for a bowl.

Boy, did he have ice cream. His freezer was stocked with every flavor you could’ve imagined. And he had more than an assortment of toppings for you to use. He munched on a cookie as you scooped yourself a bowl of pecan caramel swirl, added a drizzle of chocolate sauce--Tai’s recommendation--and a dollop of whipped cream. You stood beside him, elbows against the kitchen counter, as you took tiny bites of the dessert.

He stood silently next to you, only on his second cookie, back against the counter. His shirt was growing see-through as it struggled to fit, and he glanced down at it. You smiled as he cursed under his breath and tugged the hem down, as if that were going to do anything. You were halfway through your bowl when he suddenly broke the silence.

“What were you crying about in the cab earlier?”

You nearly choked on your bite and had to take a moment to collect yourself.

“I- what?” You sat the spoon down. “I wasn’t crying.”

Tai frowned.

“If you’re worried about what the news is going to spin about us leaving together, I wouldn’t worry; all Might and Endeavor are scheduled to make appearances at the latter half of the party. That’s what all the talk will be about.”

“No, I don’t care about that.” You opened and closed your mouth. You’d been given an out, and your dumbass had spoken before you could stop yourself. “I mean, I do care. I don’t want them writing about something that isn’t their business.”

“So then what was it?” His voice was so soft, so delicate. “Did I do something? If I made you feel like you had to come here, if I pressured you at all, that wasn’t-”

“No, Tai, no. You didn’t do anything.”

Which was the truth. He hadn’t. You’d wanted him to kiss you, but that was your own fantasy creeping out. That wasn’t on him. It never would be.

You, mistakingly, lowered your gaze to his mouth where he frowned. And it lingered. You wanted him to kiss you. More than anything in the world. But he never would.

That sharp pain was back.

You stared down at your melting ice cream for a beat. Tears were beginning to well up, and you begged for them to disperse. This wasn’t your first time in Tai’s apartment, but it would be your first night. And you didn’t want to taint that, or the delicious scent of cookies, because of some stupid school-girl crush you had on him. Or throw away the almost year and a half of your friendship.

But a question was nagging at the back of your mind.

“Do you care?” You shifted your weight from foot to foot, eyes still on your ice cream. “You know, you never seem to really care what the media says about us- you. What they say about you.”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation in his response. It made the pain more acute. Your friendship was the whole reason the media wrote about you.

“Maybe we shouldn’t hang out as often then.” The words left you before you could even process the sentiment in your mind.

For the first time--outside of combat--you noticed Tai’s expression switch to concern.

“What?” He almost looked offended, but you couldn’t tell. Sometimes he was a hard man to read.

“Well, they write about you cause we hang out so often. If we stopped, then they’d probably stop-”

“I don’t give a shit what they write about me.” He reached out, hand on your shoulder, and turned you so you were facing him. “I care about the fact that they always drag you into it.”

His hands balled into tight fists.

“I wanted to rip that reporter a new one a few weeks ago when he…” Tai let out a harsh breath. “That asshole.”

Another question, one the reporters have asked before, slid from you as you stared at the hero. You already knew his answer; he gave the same one every time. But still, you had to ask.

“Why are you so protective of me?” There was no malice in your voice. You never minded the behavior. In fact, it only complicated your feelings towards him.

Tai went quiet, and his expression morphed into something unreadable. You waited for his diplomatic and well-practiced response. She’s like a little sister to me. It was the answer he always gave the press back when you first became friends. But they stopped running with that after the third time he gave it. He stopped using it after month seven when they were firmly on the Does Fat Gum Have a Girlfriend? bit. Then it became cause it’s (Y/N); she’s one of my closest friends.

Finally, he spoke.

“I can’t tell you.” His jaw tensed.

You blinked at him. “What?”

He sat the third cookie he had picked up down on the tray and turned his back to you.

“You’re one of my closest friends, (Y/N); I’m not going to ruin that.”

You reached out and grabbed his sleeve. What the hell was his answer that he couldn’t tell you? And how bad was it that he thought it would ruin your friendship over? Did he think you were weak? That you couldn’t take care of yourself? Maybe he thought you were a charity case. That he’d boost his popularity if he hung out with a lower hero like yourself. The people would praise him, and it’d boost him up a few slots.

“Hey, Tai, talk to me. What’s going on?”

He stopped and peered over his shoulder.

“Tell me why you were crying in the cab.”

It was a staring contest. His yellow eyes seemed richer in his kitchen, and they searched yours like they were looking for buried treasure. All you had to do was lie. Just tell him you were thinking about some bullshit thing. That you were happy to have him as a friend. That you were grateful that he was letting you stay with him because you really hadn’t wanted to take the train home. Hell, you could’ve just said you had to sneeze, and it went away, and were too embarrassed to say anything. You could’ve fucking said anything, and it would’ve been better than what you did. Because all of that wouldn’t have been friendship-altering. It would’ve let you keep going, pretending everything was totally normal between you and him. That you weren’t completely infatuated with him. That you didn’t think about the way he would grin at you from across the room when you ran into each other at meetings with the police. Or how he’d bring special candy for you when you’d patrol together.

But you had to open your mouth. You had to respond. And the only thing that left it was the truth.

“Because I wanted you to kiss me.”

You wished your quirk allowed you to burst into flames. To just instantly combust. You would’ve preferred that to the silence that followed. It felt heavy. Uncomfortable. Your every nerve was on fire, anxiety boiled in your gut, you wanted to turn and run. You’d just thrown your entire friendship away because you couldn’t lie to the hero. You couldn’t keep your feelings to yourself.

“I’m sorry. Forget I said anything. I’m going to go change back into my clothes and catch the next train-”

“Are you lying to me?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Tai continued. He turned towards you, eyes wide.

“Are you at all lying to me about wanting to kiss me?”

The pain in your chest doubled, and you swallowed hard.

“No,” you squeaked out.

“Oh, thank god.”

You registered Tai’s hands on your cheeks before anything else. They were soft, gentle yet demanding. Then came his body. Hard and warm and all-consuming against you. After that was the way his hair tickled your forehead. How your back arched and your fingers dug into his green shirt. Only then did you feel his mouth on yours. Same as his hands: soft, gentle, demanding.

Determined too. But you were all too awestruck to recognize that one. Because Tai was kissing you. You were standing in his kitchen, in his clothes, while he kissed you. You would’ve stepped back in awe had you not feared it would’ve broken the kiss. So you didn’t. You stayed right in his arms, deepening the kiss, sighing as his tongue swiped across your bottom lip. Tongues touched--only briefly--and you gasped.

Tai broke the kiss there. His forehead fell against yours.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the day we met.”

He huffed, and you licked your lips. They tasted like cookies and ice cream. Chocolate and pecan. Like all the dreams you’d had of him all combined into one. It was...perfect. He was perfect. Your mind came to a standstill.

“What?”

Tai smiled gently, his laugh just as soft as his grin. “Do I need to kiss you again? Because I’m okay making that sacrifice for you to get it.”

“No- I mean yes.” You held on tight to his costume. “I want you to kiss me again. Badly. I’m just...confused.”

Tai pinched your chin, and amusement clouded his features.

“Confused about what?” He cocked his head to the side.

“I just don’t understand why you...you know….”

“Kissed you?”

You opened and closed your mouth a few times.

I’ve been wanting to do that since the day we met.

There was a lot to unpack there. There was a lot you wanted him to share. To disclose. You wanted a monologue on what that meant. Every last detail. Every last thought he had about you. Because he’d kissed you. Kissed you.

Suddenly, a faint pink dusted over Tai’s cheeks, and he backed away. He rubbed his hand on the back of his head, and his gaze fell to the floor. You’d seen Tai be bashful during interviews when asked about his heroics. But never in this context. Never in regards to you.

“I like you,” he whispered. “Much more than a friend.”

He stepped back, very clearly an act to put space between you. The blush staining his cheeks deepened, and he laughed. It was all nerves, and a strange sense of relief washed over you. You weren’t the only one who felt like their heart was going to burst from their chest. Or that you were practically floating on air as Tai’s kiss lingered on your lips.

Your brows pinched upwards, and you bit your lip.

“It’s…” He laughed dryly. “It’s been agony keeping that to myself. Like dancing with you tonight was a sweet torture.”

He sucked in a sharp breath, mouth gaping open ever so slightly.

“Or seeing you in my clothes.”

You hugged yourself, feeling your cheeks heat. Processing what Tai was saying made for a strange feat. You couldn’t quite believe it. He liked you. He really liked you. And he’d liked you since...so during your entire friendship…

An onslaught of different memories slammed into you at once. When he rested his hand on the small of your back, touch gentle and tender. How he’d lean close when you’d talk or always sit beside you during meetings. When you watched movies together, it didn’t matter what form he was in or what location you’d found yourself at--theater or couch--he always had a part of him touching you. Thigh against thigh, elbow against elbow, hands grazing hands. How he’d held you close while dancing, hands dancing the line between friendly and testing. You’d never thought anything of it because you’d never wanted to hope.

Tai muttered your name, and it was only then that you realized you hadn’t said anything.

You’d left him standing there in silence, stewing in whatever emotions were swirling about him.

“This whole time?” You scoffed. “This whole time?”

“Yeah, this whole time. I wanted to ask you out, but...then we got cornered by that reporter, and they asked if we were a couple, and we both denied it. So, I figured the feelings weren’t reciprocated.”

You knew exactly what time he was talking about. It’d been two weeks after you two had first met--your agencies had decided to team up as a way to boost morale in the local areas, so you’d had a meeting with Tai and his sidekicks, sparking your friendship. You were patrolling, the typical activity that brought extra gazes and whispers, cheers and claps, cameras, and waiting pens. Tai had asked if you’d join him, letting your sidekicks go off down the side streets while the two of you wandered down the main roads.

There was idle conversation, the usual get-to-know-you questions where you scratched only the surface level and attempted to make each other laugh and smile. You were heroes, after all, you had to look the part. And as your heart beat a little faster and your cheeks burned a little hotter, you did your best to make a good first impression. One that, when a local reporter spotted the two of you, had her diving into your newfound friendship with the hero--as well as a few other things.

You two seem to really be hitting it off.

Are you going to patrol together like this in the future?

It’s so hard for heroes to have free time, so it’s always good to see you having fun together while still keeping the streets safe.

You’ve been spending a lot of time together the past couple of days. Perhaps there’s something more there than two heroes doing their due diligence?

Tai had raised his hands and you spoke at the same time.

“No, no, we’re just friends.”

“Oh, no, Fat and I are just friends.”

But what else were you supposed to say? Yeah, I have a crush on the hero next to me, and I want to potentially ruin our budding friendship over something that could be nothing? You were heroes. You weren’t allowed that leniency. And you certainly weren’t allowed to express that to the media. That’d be a shitstorm.

But he’d...all that time you could’ve been together.

“They were reciprocated.” You tugged at the bottom of your--aka Tai’s--shirt. “They were very much reciprocated.”

Tai matched your nervous idleness and poked at a cookie.

“So, what now?”

The ultimate question. You’d kissed, you’d confessed; there was no going back from that. Forward was the only option, except forward was a road of bumps and potholes and uneven tar. You could try and pretend the last few minutes hadn’t happened. But, as you took in his concerned, impatient expression, lips capturing his bottom lip, anxious and embarrassed blush, you knew you couldn’t put the night behind you. There was definitely no going back to normal.

But you didn’t want to go back to normal.

Not in the slightest.

You took a careful breath and eyed the hero. Now wasn’t the time for hesitancy. Now wasn’t the time for the same cowardice you’d felt for the past year. Year. Over a year of pent-up, frustrated, unresolved feelings. No. Now was the time to press the gas, floor it down the highway, and let the airbags cushion however this crashed and burned.

Now was the time for bravery.

“Now I think it’s time for bed, don’t you?”

You clenched your jaw, willing Tai to understand the innuendo. Bravery or not, you weren’t sure if you could say the actual words. Not to his face. Not when he was standing there looking at you so bashfully, body covered in a material so thin and so tight that it was practically begging to be ripped off. You wanted to kiss him again. Every damn inch.

Tai didn’t seem to be breathing, mirroring your own dilemma as you stood there. So you turned and took a few steps towards his bedroom.

“Aren’t you coming?”

It took a second for the words to sink in, to process in Tai’s mind. But as soon as they did, he was after you. You were all but three steps closer to his room when you heard the pads of his feet against the wooden floor, and suddenly you were swept off your feet. You yelped as Tai threw you over his shoulder, arm around your waist to hold you still. Any squirming went ignored and, just as suddenly as you’d been picked up, Tai was dropping you onto his bed.

“Oh, I certainly am.” He pressed his mouth to yours, hands clutching your waist as if that were the only spot they were allowed to go as he climbed atop you. “But you most certainly are.”

Oh. A wave of something washed over you. Embarrassment? Excitement? You gasped as Tai’s body seemed to morph perfectly with yours. He pressed you into the bed, fingers surely to leave bruises, knees nudging yours apart just enough so he could fit between them. It was like something out of a fantasy. He felt phenomenal against you. You never wanted it to end. But--fuck--you needed him to do something besides kiss you. You needed more than the teasing swipe of his tongue against your lips. Of the hands that wouldn’t budge. Of the fact that even though he seemed to have nearly every inch of himself against you, his hips hovered above yours. A knee kept him propped, preventing a rather alluring part of him from touching you.

Desperately, you tugged on his shirt, and he obliged, tentatively. Realization dawned on you as he shifted back onto his knees. He was taking it slow. Wherever the night was leading, he wanted to take his time getting there. That pain from earlier twinged in your chest at the fear of this being a one-night-only event. Tai didn’t seem like a one-night-stand type of guy, but this was a wholly unique scenario. Expectations were up in the air just like his arms were and-

Rational thoughts were gone as soon as Tai’s shirt was stripped from him.

His smirk was a mixture of shyness and smugness. He sat still as your eyes scanned his naked torso. His abs flexed when you lingered there, and you quickly continued, which was a fool’s errand. That brought you below the belt. That reminded you of why tights were called tight...and why so many people were interested in knowing what Tai looked like naked. He stood over eight feet tall when he was in his usual form, and that made people curious.

And you were looking right at that curiosity.

Hard, long, and thick, trapped in what looked like an uncomfortable green prison. Subconsciously, you reached forward, but a hand on your wrist stopped you. You met Tai’s yellow eyes, and he gave you a sympathetic smile.

“Not tonight.” He lowered himself back down and finally let his hips press against yours. He was massive. “It’ll take some working up to.”

He rolled his hips and ground against you in all the right places. You whined in pleasure and in protest, but that only made Tai chuckle.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to stretch you good tonight.” He kissed along your jaw sloppily. “I’ve been dreaming about all the things I’d love to do with you. I plan on making those happen.”

He sunk his teeth into your neck with a harsh sting before pulling away. He huffed, face red and chest expanded.

“If that’s alright with you.” He searched your gaze. “If you want to stop-”

“No, for fuck’s sake, no. Please. I do not. I very much do not.”

Tai chuckled, nodded, and slid a hand beneath your shirt. He took his sweet time lifting it, making sure to leave kisses up your stomach in his wake. Your skin tingled and burned under his touch until cold air rushed against your chest, and you glanced down. Tai hovered over your chest, tongue darting out to wet his lips, eyes locked on yours with the look of pure bliss. Like he’d laid eyes upon an angel or a god, and no you. He groaned, full-body shaking, before he leaned down and gave one of your embarrassingly hard nipples the lightest kiss.

Then another. And another.

Instantaneously, it seemed, you were moaning his name. So that’s where he stayed, listening to his name on your lips as your back arched and you tried to push yourself further against him. A hand found its way beside his mouth, and as he licked and sucked and kissed and the fingers pinched and twisted, nudging and circling. He treated them with the same delicacy one might that bundle of nerves that was between your legs, and it made your body tremble. It was like you were a present entrapped with ribbons and bows, and he was untying them with each delicate swipe of his fingers and tongue.

“Please,” you whined, and Tai dragged his teeth over one nipple, causing you to suck in a breath through your teeth. You rolled your hips against him, earning a muttered curse before that sweet smile was back.

“Forgive me,” he said as he started to kiss lower and lower, retracing his earlier steps, “if I want to savor what I’ve been wanting for so long.”

He stopped, shoulders between your legs, fingers curling into the waistband of the boxers you wore. He waited, and when you lifted your hips, he slid them down. The quiet fuck he let out as his eyes shot to your cunt made you shiver. Apparently, he hadn’t expected you to be without underwear, and you were thankful for that decision.

His hands slid up your thighs as he practically folded you, pressing your knees to your stomach, his hands in a vice grip underneath your knees, and your face burned as he pinned you in place. An easy feat for him. His blond hair tickled your skin as he hovered over your cunt, breath quick to follow. It was shallow, warm. Then a hand left your leg, and his fingers danced over your cunt. Once, twice, three times before he spread your folds and sighed. Hard and heavy. You could feel how wet you were, and you knew you were giving Tai a show as you squirmed beneath his gaze.

Then his thumb swiped over your clit, and your entire body jolted. Again. Again. And again. Slow circles that made you press your head back against the mattress, clamp your eyes shut, ignore the feeling of gushing that was building between your legs.

“Please,” he said, voice strained as his thumb moved a bit faster. “I’ve been craving you for so long. Please, let me feast.”

That ripped through you, head to toe, and all you could do was moan, squirm, and nod your head.

And then Tai’s mouth replaced his thumb, and you thought you were going to combust. He kept your legs pinned to you, hips pressed firmly into the bed, folds spread as he kept true to his word: he feasted. It reminded you of the time you’d gotten ice cream on a particularly hot patrolling meet-up. Fat had his hood-off, his quirk half-used, and he was craving the dessert. So, you’d stopped and gotten two cones. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him eat ice cream, but most of the time, it was in his full hero form, so he would just practically inhale the damn thing.

This time he savored it. Each lick and swirl of his tongue, every nibble on the cone, even the quick darts of cleaning the corners of his mouth. It made the butterflies in your stomach swarm south. You had to sit with your legs crossed tight just to satiate the pressure even the slightest bit.

And that’s what it felt like here. Like you were the damn cone of ice cream that he was devouring. Savoring. Trying to get every ounce before it dripped off the cone.

You cried out his name as his teeth grazed your clit, and he chuckled, the vibrations rocking your body to its core. And then his tongue dipped lower. It prodded at your entrance teasingly. Tai laughed again, and you fought the grip he held on your legs. He felt so good, so damn good. It was a thousand times better than you’d ever imagined Than you’d ever had from past significant others.

He switched again, mouth returning to your clit, tongue pressing flat against the bundle of nerves, as his fingers circled your entrance. Your eyes widened. You’d admired Tai’s fingers a multitude of times. They weren’t piano fingers. They were thick, huge, and practically deadly fingers. And they felt just as much when he pushed the first one into you. He didn’t wait to curl it, searching for your sweet spot slowly but surely, memorizing each sound the movements pulled from you.

You were stretching around his finger, a tightening building in your stomach that you knew was fast approaching. You tried to say something to the hero, but the burn that accompanied a second finger pushing into you silenced you. A moan took the place of the words as he scissored his fingers, wiggled them playfully. His pace slowed, though, and his fingers pumped a lazy pace that matched his tongue. Slow licks like you were the damn ice cream cone and just as slow pumps where his fingers hit your sweet spot the same agonizingly wonderful way each time.

You wanted to kick your feet out, but Tai kept you in place. It was near irritating how good it felt because he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t trying to rush your high, or chase it down like desperate lovers might during their first rendezvous. He wanted you to feel it in every nerve ending; to make your toes curl, your eyes clamp shut, body tremble like a damn earthquake before you were even near the edge. You were slicked with sweat beneath him, the sounds of his fingers and mouth lapping at you sloppy in the room. It was unbearable. You squeezed his fingers and clawed at the blankets beneath you. It felt so fucking good.

Abruptly, as tears slid down your cheeks, you came.

Tai’s pace remained all the same as you bucked your hips and moaned so raw you were surprised the next breath hadn’t hurt. You felt it in every inch of your body. It was like a searing, delicious, all-consuming liquid ecstasy. You never wanted it to end. And Tai was damn well going to drag it on for as long as he could, staying between your legs until the pleasure turned sharp and your hands found their way into his hair, yanking up until your eyes met.

Wetness dripped from his chin as he brought his fingers to a stop. He gave you a crooked grin and licked his swollen lips. His fingers left you with a soft squelch. He made a show out of bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean.

“Tai,” you murmured. There was a plea in your voice that you knew he understood. You wanted more. You wanted him.

“(Y/N),” he responded. He said your name perfectly. It made you melt into the bed. He crawled up your body, gently lowering your legs until you caged him in. He rolled his hips, letting you feel every long and hard inch of him. “You can beg for it all you want tonight, but you won’t be able to take me.”

You whimpered as he grazed your clit. You knew he was right, but all logical senses were clouded. There was no stopping the second please the slipped from you. He chuckled softly, mouth dropping by your ear.

“Who would’ve thought you’d be just as needy for my cock as the reporters?” He snaked a hand between you and thumbed the waistband of his tights.

He shed himself of the tights with more ease than you were expecting given your position. But that could’ve also been due to a lack of brain function as it seemed to completely stall at the sight of Tai. Yeah, there was no way the two of you were fucking. He was huge. His bashfulness was back as you sat up, eyeing his cock unapologetically.

You reached out and traced a thick vein with your finger. Tai nearly doubled over, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder for support as he stuttered out your name. Still blissed out, you didn’t think before fisting him, dragging your hand along his shafts with lazy pumps. His hand on your shoulder dug into your skin, and you drew your thumb along his slit, relishing in the way his entire body tensed.

Unlike how Tai had with you, there was no self-control or restraint when it came to him. You abandoned the languid movements as soon as Tai moaned your name, driven by each little react he gave you. You may not have been able to fuck, but you were damn well going to get off with him. The sight of him squirming beneath your touch...well...you could understand why his eyes were glued to you when he was devouring you.

As you went to drop a hand between your legs, Tai reached out and stopped you.

His arm was around your waist, and the room spun as he flipped you. You gasped as Tai rightened you on his lap. He was beneath you, where you’d once been laying on his bed, hands on your waist as he guided you down to your knees. He pressed his head back as you instinctively adjusted yourself, accidentally dragging your cunt along his erection.

“That,” he moaned. “Keep doing that.”

He shifted until a hand rested on your lower stomach and his thumb found your swollen clit. You rolled your hips, twitching slightly as he swiped his thumb over your clit with precise stroke.

“And I’ll keep doing that.” He watched you as you nodded. “That’s it, that’s my girl.”

So you did. You followed his instruction, dragging yourself along his cock, his thumb working you closer and closer to your second high. But you didn’t want to cum before him, and your hips were growing sloppier with each swipe of his damn thumb. You tried to say his name as a warning, but he only picked up his pace, his heels digging into the bed as he pressed his cock harder against you. The image of him doing the same, but with his cock slamming inside you, hitting all the right places, hard and throbbing like it was now, it pushed you over the edge.

You practically sobbed his name as you came, and Tai’s hand on your waist was the only thing that kept you upright as you tensed. Through the high of it, as you clenched your jaw and dragged your nails down his chest, his cock twitched, and he kicked the mattress as he lifted himself off the bed. You forced your eyes open as he came, white spurting across his stomach, eyes shut tight, teeth in his bottom lip so hard you thought he was going to draw blood. His hair was plastered to his forehead, sweat slicked his skin just like it did yours, and every muscle in his body was flexed.

When he finally relaxed his grip, you fell beside him on the bed, his arm beneath you. Minutes passed as you caught your breath. Tai was the one to break the silence.

“Tomorrow night.” He rolled over so he could face you. “After patrolling, there’s a showing of My Neighbor Totoro at nine. Please let me take you out on a real date.”

You swallowed the knot in your throat.

“What if we get asked about it? Or if someone saw us go home together tonight?”

“Then I get to tell them to piss off and stop bothering us because I finally get to take my crush out on a date.”

Your cheeks heated, and you brought your mouth to his in a gentle kiss. He smiled.

“If you’re okay with me saying that, of course, I don’t want to-”

“Yes, I am, I very much am.”

Tai’s smile deepened, and you matched it. All felt right in his arms, all felt right when you kissed him. It was perfect. He was perfect. He-

A low rumbling filled the room, and a dark red covered Tai’s cheeks.

He was starving.

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up,” you whispered. “And then finish the cookies you made.”

He grinned.

“Yes, ma’am.”

the things i would do to hold these hands

Barbatos’ soft hands

i love them so

Cinematic parallels

corporations trying to profit off of queer people by showing their support for only one month of the year is bad

and

it’s fun to watch conservatives get pissed that they can’t shop at target anymore because the big bad rainbows will corrupt their children :(

and

the existence of rainbow capitalism in the first place proves that society is now in a place where supporting queer people is the more profitable and thus more popular opinion and that means something

are all viewpoints that can absolutely coexist

my little scrunkly

Little bit of magic💫

yes. YES. i love this so much- mammon and barbatos are two of my faves and i always wonder about their dynamic. a great addition

Every so often, Barbatos and Mammon converse. Usually this doesn’t happen, because Mammon is afraid of Barbatos, but sometimes, in a split second of gathering whats left of his braincells, he utters words to Barbatos that the time demon never thought he’d hear in his life.

It was a meeting, and Mammon was running late. Lucifer and the rest of his brothers had been there, along with Simeon and the other two purgatory hall members. Upon finally arriving, the others had been chatting quietly, and Barbatos had opened the door for him.

Mammon, being the utter dumbass he is, decided right now was the time to say something witty and clever, so he thought to play around with Barbatos’ name and thank him using the alias ”Barbie”. However, Mammon didn’t always get things right.

He casually thanked Barbatos, and a brilliant moment of word association, he casually utters the words; ”Thanks baby” and walks off to his seat.

Barbatos was taken aback. Diavolo stared, smiling but mouth agape. Simeon and Luke, shocker into horror. Solomon and Asmodeus chukling amongst each other, bewhildered. The others were just frozen in disbelief.

Barbatos, being equally smart and witty, decided to drop a name bomb of his own; ”You’re welcome, dear” he says.

Chaos ensues.

cant imagine having to wash the chalk off his pants after this one

ALRIGHT. FINE. I GUESS HE’S PRETTY.

It's LUCIFER MONTHHHHHH

lmao it only took me like 4+ months to finish this shhhhhh (tyty to everyone who followed when I first posted the sketch forever ago💀 Hopefully the wait was worth it??)