Imagining The Alternate Universe Scenario Where Reader Does Get Honorably Discharge

canada won world juniors so here’s some sketches for something I’m working on with hockey player!deku

macaque's successor (mk x reader)

content warnings: female reader, second pov (you/your), mild fluff and angst, season 1 events, isekai (reader dies from choking), foul language, macaque mentioned i guess, vague hints of manipulation/gaslighting from macaque, mk being a little shit, nsfw content, minors/ageless blogs dni, virginity loss,np in v sex, mild dubcon oral sex (fem receiving), public sex (reader + mk fuck in an alleyway), car sex (in the tuktuk), implied breeding kink, light bondage (the headband is a paid actor)

author's notes: requested from AO3. this literally hit 6k words so i'm gonna make it a series lmfao help

You remembered choking.

Honestly, it was an embarassing way to die, you won't deny it. How humiliating it was when people asked about your demise, anticipating a tragic if not heroic end. And usually, in the fanfics you read, that's how it always go!! Either someone dies by trying to save someone else, or by fucking suicide!! Not this!!! Not by choking on a dumpling while watching the fifth season of your favorite show; Lego Monkie Kid!!

Gods, how embarassing. Even when waking up, the memory of the dumpling stuck in your throat while you flailed wildly, surprised when the plot twist was revealed with the snake villain…gah! Just end you now!

Wait no. You died once. If you died twice again, that would be way worst.

Ah well. You couldn't say you were too disappointed. Though you missed a few things from your old life, your life was just…too boring. You didn't have much friends, your parents were emotionally distant and well, aside from your job, there really wasn't much to your current life. You felt too much like a burden to your parents, so maybe…you could free them of the worries of an unmarried, boring child.

You considered your ‘isekai’ moment as some sort of new start. Your chance to better your life! You didn't anticipate to be a part of anything major, not with your boring self, but the scenery in the Lego Monkie Kid universe wasn't so bad, and surprisingly the people seem nice. Perks of being a children's show, you guessed.

When you had first woken up, lying on the sand of some beach, you were both pleasantly surprised and concerned. It took a few minutes for you to process that you hadn't ended up in some weird coma because you choked to death and that you had, somehow, in some weird fucking way, woken up in the lego world. How did you realize that?

If the lego hands weren't enough of an answer, the green and white blur of a certain female character driving past should've been.

You were fucking isekai’d.

And then you fainted from shock.

When you woke up again, you were lying on a military cot, a thin blanket thrown over your form. There was sunlight from a window to the wall opposite of you, and the sound of clapping and cheering.

While you sat there contemplating your situation, and wondering if you were about to be canon fodder to some demon within the show, a door you hadn't been aware of opened and closed shut. A man wearing a thick black and red robe was standing in front of you. And come on, you're no fool―there was no way in hell you wouldn't know who this particular figure was. You'd have to be pretty stupid not to have recognized his dramatic robes from the second season.

Which reminded you. Where exactly had you fallen in the timeline, if Macaque found you and most possibly brought you to his weird theatre?

“You got a name, kid?” His gruff voice questioned, pulling the hood of his head to glance at you. In his hands was a tray, a simple meal of rice porridge and cut fruits. You accepted the tray awkwardly, wondering if the food would be edible if this was pre-s4/5 Macaque.

“Um. My name is (Name).” You smiled at the monkey demon awkwardly. “And…um…w-who might you be?”

“Macaque. The Six Eared Macaque.” He took a seat on a discarded chair, sharp fangs glinting in what little light it had. “(Name), huh? Well, I found you before you died from a cold, (Name). You were stranded on a beach not far from here.”

Right…that you already figured out.

“I hope you don't mind me asking. Do you have any family or friends to run home too?”

You thought for a moment. You didn't die and end up in any existing character already…..so as far as you knew, you were completely alone in this strange new world. The realization finally dawned on you that though it was a joyous feeling, being in your favorite show, interacting with nice people, there was no way you'd be able to survive. You were human for all you knew too, just some person living in a world with magic, demons and the occasional deity.

“No.” You signed, stirring the porridge. “I'm..alone.”

“You have no one?” Macaque repeated. “No one to turn too for help? Surely, your parents…friends…?”

You shook your head again.

There was a moment of awkward silence. You continued to stir the porridge awkwardly while Macaque possibly thought to himself.

“Alright.” Macaque stood. “It'd be cruel of me to leave someone as young as you to wander off on your own.” You tensed when he walked in your direction, but surprisingly, all he did was gently pat your head. “I'll offer you a deal, kid, since you're already in my debt.”

Please don't ask me to sell my soul.

“Wasn't planning on it.” Ah, you spoke out loud. “Be my apprentice. I'll feed and clothe you and in turn you train under me and help around the theatre here. It'll be a…mutually beneficial relationship.”

Well. You didn't have much of a choice now, did you?

After a moment of thinking, you nodded. There was nothing less to be done than to accept your fate. And hey, as cliche as it was, maybe you can turn Macaque over! Act like the MK to his Sun Wukong, you know?

And that was a lie.

Macaque was not a kind teacher. As the agreement followed, he did feed and clothe you. Hell, you swore he was even giving you your own salary helping him out with the theatre, either cleaning up or sending posters or dealing with guests. He wasn't so bad, that was, outside of training. During training, though, he was an entirely different person.

The first week, he was horrible. You swore you couldn't even repeat the degrading words he had said, every detail embedded in your head. Scolding you for being weak, to put more effort if you truly wanted to learn and be strong. That being weak was for those that were already dead.

It was difficult to think he was an entirely different person outside of training. Usually he would chat or show you things he's made, like puppets or dolls. If he was in a good mood, he'd even put on a puppet show for you, and you'd get to see his ‘The Hero And The Warrior’ tale up close and in person. But, if he was in a bad mood, you were lucky to get a simple grunt before he ignored you.

Between that and when you were alone, you got to explore more of your new world. You found out that his theatre was to the end of the city, so a lot of people would have to travel often to see his plays. After getting lost a few times and finally getting a map you could properly read, you found Pigsy's noodles and decided to pay it a visit.

What was the worst that could possibly happen? And anyways, you were both bored and curious to know where exactly you were in the storyline. Since you were supposed to be Macaque's apprentice now, surely that meant you'd most likely be involved now in the main story, right?

“I keep telling ya MK, you rarely ever focus!”

Ah, that should be an obvious enough an answer. There was an entire episode dedicated to MK's focusing. Erm, episode…6, was it? No, that was the racing episode.

Episode 7, maybe? Ah, yeah, that had to be it.

You dared to peek your head inside, catching sight of the protagonist and his father figure speaking to each other. Or, more like MK was clinging to his dad's leg while Pigsy scolded him with threats of firing him.

Ah, typical Monkie Kid moment. It felt so unreal to be here in person, watching them.

And then MK ran into you. Had you been that dazed out you completely missed him running until he ran smack into you, spilling noodles on the front of your shirt?

“Gah! Are you okay!?” MK spluttered, his eyes wide with panic. “Oh, shit―” Wait, was that normal? Wasn't this a kid's show? Why the fuck― “Fuck, uh.”

“Kid?” Pigsy's voice was heard behind him. “What's the keep u―oh, damn it MK.”

Huh? This is a kid's show! Why are they swearing!?

“I'm sorry!!” MK was whining. You felt his hands on your chest, dabbing away with swabs of paper napkins he must've grabbed from the counter. “Sorry, sorry!!! I'm so sorry, I just―aah!!”

You were to dumbstruck to even question the fact he was so blatantly touching your chest. Not when you were more concerned about the fact they cursed. This was a children's show. Why the fuck were they cursing!? Were they always cursing and it was just obscured because of the children audience it was aimed for!? Huh?!

“Kid, I think you've made it worst.” Pigsy's gruff voice brought you back to reality. You smiled nervously as MK pulled his hands away, wringing them anxiously from the stain he just left behind.

“I'm sorry!!” MK pursed his lips. Though he was never a favorite of yours, you had to admit up close he was kind of cute in the basic anime protagonist way. You wondered what would happen if you pinched his cheeks a bit. Would it be soft to touch? “I-I’ll um, I'll make it up to you! Promise!”

Oh. Right, he spilled noodles on your shirt.

You shook your head, waving off his worry. “No need too. It's fine, it was my fault anyway.” Technically you weren't wrong. You weren't paying attention, and how was MK supposed to know someone was kinda attempting to spy on him. “But uh….” You glanced at the sticky wet stain. “I don't suppose you have anything I can borrow…?”

MK perked up. He looked pleased you weren't yelling at him, nor demanding some form of payment that would probably give Pigsy a heart attack. He nodded quickly, fluffy brown hair growing even messier from his actions. Holy shit, was it as soft as it looked? Would it feel nice??

“I've got a spare shirt upstairs!” He exclaimed, once again interrupting your thoughts. “My friend leaves her clothes behind, there should be one that fits you! Gimme a sec―”

Oh, he was gone. You were going to tell him not to bother, it'd be too weird wearing his best friend's shirt….

Waiting in awkward silence, you glanced at Pigsy, who had crossed his arms opposite of you. He raised his head and caught your gaze, making you look away.

“You must be new around these parts,” the pig demon remarked, causing you to stiffen. “I don't think I recognize ya, kid. Got a name?”

Er….well.

“(Name).” It'd be pointless to lie about yourself. And anyway, if you chose the name of a character that was probably already in the series, it'd make one hell of a scenario. Too embarassing anyway. “Umm. You must be Pigsy, the owner of this er…fine establishment?”

The pig demon snorted, “As if the name isn't obvious enough.” You flinched, anticipating him to be rude, but who knew he was merely being sarcastic and teasing you. He shook his head at your expression, chuckling, “I'm pulling ya’ leg kid. Yeah, that's me. What brings ya’ here anyway?”

Before you could respond, the sound of someone falling down a flight of stairs, and a certain noodle boy reappeared with a clean, green and white T-shirt in his hands. He smiled bashfully, apologizing for his absence and shoved the cloth into your hands abruptly.

“So you won't have to wear a dirty one!” He exclaimed with his signature grin. “And my apology! It should be closer to your size…I think….”

The noodle boy trailed off, staring at your chest for a moment. You followed his gaze and blinked.

“I…eh?”

Instead of blushing like he was caught in the act, MK scratched his chin thoughtfully. He didn't come off as a pervert to you, merely concerned and almost confused.

“Kid. Ya staring too much.”

“Oh.” MK blinked. “Oh, my bad! Sorry, I just didn't know if you'd be comfortable wearing anything too small. If it doesn't fit, do you want mine?”

You knew he meant well, but you did feel slightly offended. You weren't that big, were you?

“Kid.” Pigsy sounded mildly exhausted. It seemed like it wasn't the first time the noodle boy had been a bit too blunt with his words. “I think ya should stop talking.”

“I didn't say anything bad this time!! Did I?!”

You and Pigsy exchanged a mutual stare, shaking your heads at the remark. He gestured towards the customer bathrooms for you to change, but when you returned MK had long since left for his job and typical adventure of the week. As a form of apology, Pigsy gave you a free bowl of noodles and invited you to return at any point for your cleaned shirt, which he insisted you leave behind for MK to wash.

You weren't sure if Macaque was pleased when you explained where you had gotten the noodles, or disappointed. By his tone and appearance, he didn't seem offended. If anything he seemed quite satisfied with your remark while you split your noodles with him, and he remarked, strangely, “That MK's a good kid. You can befriend him if you want.”

You paused mid-swallow, unsure of what to say. Macaque chuckled at your expression and patted your head.

“It's fine,” he said with a grin. “Just ‘cause I hate his mentor, doesn't mean I'll stop you from having friends of your own.” He stole a piece of meat from you. “Just as long as you don't pull a bitch move and abandon your mentor. I'd feel so heartbroken, y'know?”

There was something about his tone, that brief sarcastic comment paired with his saccharine smile that made you flinch. Still, you nodded, assuring him that you'd never abandon him.

It's not like you had anyone else anyway.

An unlikely friendship formed between you and the hero.

You returned to the noodle shop once your training with Macaque was completed, hoping to return Mei's shirt and retrieve your original one. Pigsy greeted you at the door, offering you to take a seat while MK returned from another one of his monster of the week adventures. Pigsy wasn't so bad, though you were surprised to see Tang absent. Then again, maybe the scholar was just busy―he didn't appear in every episode after all.

“Oh, Piggy! Tangy is dea―” Mei was the first to barge into the noodle shop, her eyes wide. Seeing her up close and in person, you were practically shocked at how pretty she was. You thought the Mei fans had been exaggerating, but no. The dragon girl was just as pretty if not more, and when she flashed you a grin you swore you might be a little bit queer. “Whoa! Cute girl!”

“Mei, what the hell?” You still couldn't get used to them swearing. Pigsy threw a spoon at the dragon girl, which she managed to duck. Unfortunately, the person behind her, MK, was the victim of the spoon, and he collapsed with a cry. “Just ignore her, she's always weird.”

You smiled, nodding while Mei protested against the comment. She took a seat on the stool next to you, offering her hand.

“Oh! You're the girl MK was telling me about!” Mei exclaimed as you introduced yourself. You were surprised MK would even bother speaking about you, who was pretty much an NPC at this point, but at the same time, being noticed by the protagonist was a pleasant feeling, wasn't it? “Did my shirt fit you or was your boobies to big?”

You heard MK choke at the remark, and when you glanced at him he looked ashamed.

“I didn't say that,” he quickly defended, throwing himself at Mei to stop her from sharing any more embarassing comments. “I-I just said that the shirt was too small!! I swear!! I didn't mean anything like that!!”

You smiled awkwardly. “It's fine. I'm sure it was an accident.”

The dragon girl merely sighed. You didn't miss the look she flashed at her friend, and as if they had some sort of telepathic ability, MK returned her look with his own. You were in awe at their silence conversation, and you had no problem merely observing them like animals in a zoo.

Ah, wait…there are animals here…oops.

“Sure. Accident.” Mei scoffed under her breath, turning her attention back to you. “Soooo~ cute gal. Did I tell you how cute you were?”

Basically. “You mentioned it, yes.”

“Good. ‘Cause you are.” The dragon girl pinched your cheek. The action made you wince, reminiscent of how Macaque tended to be, always pinching your face on occasion, but Mei's hands were gentler and less likely to make you tear up. She released your cheek after a while, arm still slung around your shoulders while she continued on, “(Name), (Name)...huh. You know, I actually don't think I've ever met you either.”

Without thinking, you sighed in relief. For what it was worth, you were still feeling jittery at the idea of being recognized by someone. After all, who's not to say you hadn't just ended up in a random NPC’s body that just happened to resemble you? The universe worked in mysterious ways, and you'd really not want that chance of being recognized. Even if it wouldn't be a major problem plot-wise, you'd rather not have to deal with the nagging feeling you were in someone else's body.

So, hearing one of the most sociable characters in the show admit to never meeting you before made you all the more relieved. If you could clap your hands, you really would at that moment.

MK had taken a seat on the opposite side of you, leaving you trapped between him and his best friend.

It…was a bit odd, you wouldn't lie. There was an empty seat next to Mei, so why choose to sit next to you of all places? Wouldn't it be easier to sit with his friend?

“Oh, yeah. I don't think you mentioned where you're from?” Pigsy had long since left for the kitchen, so you knew that question had been from MK. It was cute that Pigsy had chosen to mention something trivial you said to his kid, but you'd also hate having to be asked and make up a lie on the spot.

You thought for a moment, then nodded. “I didn't think it was important. My family moved here for some business stuff.”

Mei seemed to perk up at that. “Oh, you're a foreigner? That's so cool! Where are you from!?”

“Um….”

“Right. Right.” The dragon girl relaxed, her lips parted in a laugh. She waved off your nervous expression, “Sorry ‘bout that. Didn't mean to pry. But that's pretty cool.”

“It definitely is.” MK grinned next to you. “Traveling around like that sounds fun. How do you like the city so far? Have you seen the cheese tea stalls?”

They're actually called cheese tea stalls!? You sweatdropped, trying to imagine what tea would taste like with actual cheese in it. The combination in your head made you mentally gag, but with a smile on your face you merely nodded. Macaque had taught you well, even if not directly, so you'd consider yourself a pro at masking your feelings.

“Ah.” Was it just you, or did MK sound disappointed at that?

And yet, not only a few seconds later, his expression had brightened once again.

You spent at least three hours at the noodle shop, listening to MK and Mei ask you questions and share the wildest stories.

For some reason, MK always seemed to look for your opinion on something. You put it off as merely him hoping to impress a new friend he's made, as a newly turned hero.

You sat with Macaque once again for dinner.

Almost half a year had passed since you had arrived in this new world. Surprisingly, an unlikely friendship had formed between yourself and the dragon girl and monkey boy duo.

You didn't think something like that would've happened in over a million years. Someone like you, befriending people as fun and kind as Mei and MK? You'd have to either be high or dreaming.

But, you didn't mind it either way. They were fun to be around, and more often than not, they'd invite you on their hangouts. Especially that MK, who was always ready to pull you into an adventure with him.

You had to admit, you've grown quite fond of him over the past few months.

And as for Macaque…

You glanced at the simian. Though you'd like to think you two had grown closer, there was still a barrier that kept you at arms length. At this point, you assumed Wukong's supposed betrayal was still fresh on his mind after all these years, and so even if he was nicer to you, he never once actually attempted to draw you closer.

So disappointing…

You chewed on your chopsticks thoughtfully.

Over time, you've tried not to interfere with the canon plot too much. So, even when that particular episode regarding the key to unlocking the Bone Demon's tomb happened (cough, s1 episode 8), you didn't intervene. You didn't warn MK that he was toying with the very object that would change his life forever, nor did you warn him about the creepy Mayor guy.

Speaking of him…there's something really off-putting about that guy. It's like he knows something I don't. You frowned to yourself, recalling that particular interaction. Though you didn't do much, the Mayor had still been watching you.

“It would be my deepest pleasure to meet little miss once again,” he had said, oddly charming in a particularly creepy way. “So until we next meet, farewell~!”

Agh, whatever. It was canon he was total nutcase anyway, you shouldn't be worried about that.

What you were worried about though, was the episode where Macaque would meet MK. As much as you loved him as your favorite character, you couldn't deny that he had as much of a role to MK's trauma as the other villains did.

And with how fond you were of MK currently, you had to admit; hurting him just to spite Wukong was genuinely too far. When all was said and done, hating your ex best friend was fine, but there was no need to pull innocent people into the crossfire. MK might not have dwelled on it anymore, but the interactions he had with Macaque and later on Azure…it definitely fucked him up, didn't it?

Sigh. Though you knew this had to happen for plot's sake, you really wished it didn't have to happen. You didn't think you could bare to witness this scene upclose and in person, so you wondered if you should take Mei on that offer to leave the city for a few days…

“So, you and that MK boy are close now, hm?” When you raised your head, Macaque caught your gaze and grinned. He was sipping from a can of fizzy drink, something you'd never expect from him of all people, and occasionally would glance at you. He raised a brow, “You turned into a beaver, kid? You're chewing those chopsticks for so long.”

Embarrassed, you pulled the chopsticks out of your mouth. The ends were covered in your spit and bite marks, and you cried in your heart at the damage. How embarassing…

“Um. Yeah. Guess we are now.” You shoveled cold noodles into your mouth again, hiding your embarrassment. Until you choked and had to take a break, coughing and chewing soggy noodles.

Macaque slid a can to you, already opened. You accepted it with a nod, relieved at the sugary taste that freed your clogged throat.

He was speaking again. “I've been thinking. The kid looks like he needs some extra training, you know? I mean, looking at his fighting moves….something tells me that teacher of his hasn't been doing jackshit for him. Just shoved a big staff into his hands and told him to go crazy.”

If you didn't know Macaque's character in season one, you would've thought he was genuinely concerned. Though his words were criticism at Wukong, there was no warmth or genuinity in them, only a type of bluntness intended to hit home.

You stared at your can thoughtfully. Would he ask you to help him manipulate MK? Would you have to lie to him?

“Hey. Have you ever taken a break since you became my apprentice?” Macaque threw his empty can into a wastebasket, yet his gaze was still on you.

You blinked. You hadn't taken a break since you joined this world, and that been well over six months now.

Where was he going with this?

“I think you deserve a break,” he concluded and leaned back against his chair. “Spend a few weeks outside the city. It'd do you some good. I'll arrange some things for you, ‘kay? Maybe even hook you up with one of my pals to continue your training.”

Oh. Macaque hadn't sent you out of the city with good intentions. He'd sent you so you wouldn't be a hindrance to his plans―you liked MK, that much he knew. His six ears could pick up on the way you brightened around the kid, and he was well aware of the signs of affection. You adored him as he did you, but you were too stubborn to admit it.

Sure, there were some things about you that confused him. He couldn't hear anything from your past, as if it were a blank slate. No childhood, no recollection of a time before you came across him. It was if something was purposely stopping him from hearing beyond that first meeting between you both.

But to Macaque, that was fine. A hindrance, but fine. He would work with it.

As long as you weren't there to warn MK, to push him away from Macaque. As long as you weren't there to disrupt the natural flow of fate.

Macaque boredly nudged the fallen hero's face, a malicious smile on his lips. How the mighty had fallen, just a child with a heavy stick. And where was his mentor now?

“You know, it's a shame my student likes you so much,” he said, almost mockingly, and grabbed MK's chin. The little bastard tried to glare, his body weak from the sudden withdrawal of power within him. Good. “You know, she likes you so much. Thinks you're such a cool guy.”

MK's eyes seemed to narrow. His interest was piqued.

Good.

“(Name)...ah yes. She likes you so much, you know? Even told me not to go too hard on you and your fragile heart.” Macaque's smile merely widened. The longer he yapped some nonsense, the more this naive little hero bought into it.

Ah, that would be the death of him. What a foolish child, helplessly ready to believe what words were spoken. That would never do him any good.

Not that Macaque cared. Watching that look of betrayal flash across his face, the fight he had left fading…

Even when Wukong had stepped in, and he had suffered a bitter defeat, Macaque thought it had all been worth it.

You knew something was wrong the moment you returned to the city.

Maybe the plot had gone wrong. Maybe Macaque didn't betray MK because you had been his student? Maybe MK hadn't fallen fool to Macaque's charming words?

….

The city was fine. MK was fine.

When you stopped at the noodle shop, you were wholly surprised to see MK there. Aside from a bandage wrapped around his neck, he was fine. Laughing with his best friend, bothering Pigsy.

He was fine.

“Oh! (Name)!” Mei leaned over the counter, waving at you excitedly. You flinched at the attention, sparing the noodle boy a glance.

The smile he had been wearing fell. He wasn't looking at you with the same gentleness he had just only three weeks ago. Now, he looked wary, and upset.

Your blood felt cold in your veins.

Had Macaque done something?

“Hello? Earth to (Name)?” Mei gently racked her knuckles against your head. “Girl, you okay there? Did that three week vacay turn your brain into jelly?”

You tore your gaze away from MK.

Whatever it was Macaque had done, you needed to fix it.

At least, to explain yourself…

And surely, MK would listen to you…right?

MK's staff felt heavy against your chest. You knew this staff had once been a pillar in the dragon king's palace, but holy shit the show did not put enough emphasis on how heavy this staff was. The baddies that had to face the opposite end either had more plot armor than the protagonist, or fucking balls of steel.

Mind you, this was MK only allowing you to feel a quarter of it's actual weight. You figured he wasn't mad enough to crush you under it, given that he was still holding the staff above you with a conflicted expression.

You hadn't anticipated he would've followed you back to Macaque's dojo, which had long since been abandoned from his defeat. You hadn't anticipated he would've attacked you, if only to test something…

“He was right,” he muttered, caging you against the wall at the back of the building. “You…you're his student?”

Was, you thought, recalling the shadow powers you'd used to escape him. Now though…

“MK, I―”

“No. Don't you even.” You snapped your mouth shut at his remark. His eyes were glazed over, and you swore if he blinked, he would actually cry. As it stood, he merely glared at you, his expression flitting from angry, to upset, to hurt, and repeated the cycle. “You…you fucking lied. You…you were just pretending to be my friend!?”

You stayed silent.

MK laughed in disbelief.

“You won't even try. You…why?” The weight on your chest was lifted. MK's staff disappeared, but he still kept you caged between his arms, his shoulders sagging. “Why do this? Pretend to be my friend? Made me like you―” Your heart broke at the way his voice cracked. “You…you just…you lied. You lied and said I was your friend. Lied and pretended to be my friend, pretended to like me in turn, only for it to be all an act?? Why? What could Macaque have offered for you…to…to do this!?”

You heard him sniffle. “Fuck. You won't even defend yourself. Won't you lie and tell me I'm wrong?”

“But you are.”

MK raised his head.

Oh, you hated this. He looked so heartbroken. The tears had spilled, staining his cheeks. He looked so sad, and you hated this. You hated seeing him cry like this.

“I…never lied to you,” you mumbled, looking at your feet. “I did. Like being your friend. I liked…being with you. I never…I never wanted to hurt you, MK. I swear. I've always liked you. I wanted to be your friend, I liked you.”

But Macaque…

“I didn't know what Macaque was planning.” A lie. “But I never intended to hurt you, MK. You can hate me for what Macaque did, but I never wanted you to get hurt.” At least, not to this extent….

You raised your head to see MK still staring at you. His eyes wide in shock (hopefully not horror), and he looked…confused.

You never really noticed how cute he looked, all confused and lost. You wanted to pinch his cheeks.

So you did. You reached up, and squeezed his cheek between your hands. MK didn't stop you, too surprised, and you took advantage of it―squeezing and smushing, watching how red they became from your actions.

I don't like it when you cry. I really don't. If this is how hurt you are, I'll never do it again. I'll never let you cry again.

MK's hands grabbed your wrists. You stilled, expecting him to be angry, but he only pinned your hands to the wall.

“Prove it.”

“Huh?”

MK pursed his lips. The corners of his eyes were still red from crying, and his gaze had darted from your eyes, and then lower.

“You…you have to prove that you mean it,” he said, finally. “That…that Macaque was lying. You have to prove you're telling the truth.”

MK, aren't you sounding like a child right now?

You paused, but nodded. “I don't mind. But how am I supposed to prove that?”

MK stared at you so hard and for so long, you had to look away with shame. Why did it feel like he was implying something here…?

A hand cupped your boobs. You blinked when MK gave it a light squeeze.

….. ISN'T THIS SHOW RATED FOR KIDS!? WHAT THE FUCK!?

Note to future self: fucking in alleyways are very unhygienic and also just uncomfortable in general.

Other note to future self: you somehow gave Qi fucking Xiaotian a boob kink.

No, you weren't joking. MK had looked at you so pleadingly and helplessly that of course, you had to yield to his request. You liked him, he liked you, and if this meant he would trust you again and mend the bond Macaque had broken, then so be it. You'd fuck in one thousand alleyways if it meant MK would trust you again.

You just really hoped you wouldn't have too, though. Alleyways were weird.

And, you figured not to question this situation.

You ran your hands through MK's hair, sitting atop the tuktuk MK had parked in the same alleyway. Though you itched to pull his bandanna off, you decided not to. If only because when you had tried before, MK had looked at you with heartbroken eyes, and you didn't like seeing him upset.

His hand slid down the front of your pants, pushing your panties to the side. Your body tensed, and you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth when his fingers rubbed against your folds, following the same rhythm as his hand occupied with your breast.

Look. You were a total loser in your old life, okay? And in this one, you never bothered with dating.

So, of course, you're a total fucking virgin. The closest experience you had with anything porn related was fanfiction, and everyone knows fanfiction is never realistic!!

So, of course, you were embarrassed and completely tense, even when MK assured you not to be.

A fucking cartoon character is more experienced than me. A. Fucking. CHILDREN'S SHOW MAIN CHARACTER. HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL!? You cried in your heart, but flashed MK an awkward smile nonetheless. He grinned at you, before his lips latched onto your nipple he'd been teasing. At the same time, his fingers had found your hole dripping with anticipation, gently pushing a finger inside.

Fanfiction did not prepare you for any of this. You thought you would faint from actually experiencing this the first time….agh…

MK's tongue was wet against your tit. He squeezed and fondled the soft flesh, dragging his tongue against your perked bud with leisure. His other hand gently pumped through your walls, slow, at first, until he added a second finger, and the base of his palm pressed against your clit.

Ugh, this was awkward. You slapped a hand over your mouth, hiding your embarassing fucking noises, and hopefully your own burning expression.

Oh god, what if I get sent back home? The fuck am I gonna tell my parents!? “Hey Mom and Dad, I lost my virginity to a fucking fictional character, no big deal!” Bah!!

Sharp teeth grazed against your tender bud, and the slight burning sensation from MK's fingers inside your cunt gave way to the slightest bit of pleasure, slick easing his movements. You felt yourself squirming against his hand, unsure if you wanted to pull away when his fingers curled against a spot that made you dizzy, or push into him for more.

The noodle boy released your tit with a wet pop, saliva connecting his lips to your breast. If it had been in any other situation, you wouldn't have mind to say it was borderline lewd, but this was real and it involved you, so naturally, you looked away in embarrassment. You heard MK laughing at your reaction, his palm applying pressure to your puffy clit, seeming to find your jolts and muffled whines amusing.

His free hand tugged on your pants, pulling them lower to your ankles. He settled himself lower between your legs, and your panties were pushed higher and his head lower.

You stiffened when his warm breath brushed against your cunt, your fingers still pumping in your hole.

“...hey, wait a sec―” Your hands landed on his head. “Aren't we…I mean you're…we really shouldn't―”

MK pouted, swatting your hand away. “I thought you said you wanted to prove yourself?”

You sneaky little bastard. “Not to this extent!”

“(Name), you're fine.” As if he to prove his point, his tongue swiped leisurely against your folds. You stiffened, feeling your face grow so fucking hot―was that a fucking piercing!? “Don't be scared. Or embarrassed if you're a virgin. I'll take good care of you.”

My brother in Christ you are a fucking lego character I'm more concerned on how either of us has the body part for thi―

MK's lips latched onto your puffy clit, sucking on the tender bundle of nerves. His hand gripped your thighs, holding you close while his fingers quickened and thrusted into your cunt, pressing against the soft spot that left your knees completely weak.

You didn't want to make any noise. You really didn't!

But when MK's tongue flicked your clit, the cold piercing a stark contrast against the warmth, and his mouth worked in rhythm with his fingers…

It wasn't your fault those noises slipped out. You mewled and pushed against him, gasping at the sensation.

You'd question how the fuck MK had a tongue piercing and experience in sex after you were finished.

If you remembered, that was.

MK's fingers suddenly pulled out of you, leaving you clenching around nothing. His tongued dragged languidly against your messy folds before he pulled away, your juices dribbling down his chin. He kept eye contact with you, propping his fingers between his lips to lick them clean…

Wtf…

“Okay! I think that's enough!” MK sat up abruptly and helped pulled off the rest of your clothing. You spluttered, trying to argue because of the very fun fact of you both being in public still, but apparently, the fucking Monkie Kid had no sense of shame or dignity. He simply flipped you onto your stomach, and your hands pulled behind your back and then tied with something…

Wait. “...did you just tie my wrists with your bandanna?”

“Yuh huh.” Gods, how could he sound so innocent after eating you out? “It's hot. I've always imagined tying you up with it, you know?”

You made a face at that. Did I also give him a bondage kink? Oh boy…

MK's chest pressed against yours, placing a chaste kiss to your cheek when he pushed himself inside you, causing you to burrow your face against the seats.

Fuck. I'm losing my fucking virginity to a cartoon character. Oh, isn't that fan-fucking-tastic. And he's fucking big, what the actual fuck. Why is he big? How does he even have a dick?? He's a LEGO.

Oh wait, this doesn't hurt that badly. Fucking fanfiction ass logic.

“(Name)?” You heard MK's voice filled with concern. “Do you want me to move? Or stop? We can stop―”

If your hands weren't tied behind your back, you knew for a fact you would be strangling him. There was no fucking way he got you into this situation only to fucking pussy out because of concern. You might be a virgin but you're no coward.

Probably.

“You can move.” You grumbled against your better judgement. “Just…be gentle.”

“I am gentle.” MK laughed in your ear. His lips pressed into another kiss against your temple, and his hips slowly rocked against yours, allowing you to adjust to the feeling. He pulled back slightly, just enough to snap his hips back in place in a slow thrust.

The first thing you thought was, Wow, this is weird.

Then you also thought, This really doesn't hurt as much as it should…

Maybe you were just weird, but MK huffing and moaning in your ear was…kinda hot, you wouldn't lie. Those whimper edit audios were tame in comparison to the noises he was making right now.

With your hands behind your back and tied, you couldn't do much but squirm in place with each of his thrusts. His hand pushed your head further against the leather seats, bottoming out fully against you. The wet sounds of his cock inside you filled the night air, and you had to muffle your own noises for your own dignity.

MK's pace quickly picked up speed, taking your muffled cried as a sign to keep going. His pelvis smacked against your ass, his cock stretching your walls and hitting angles you weren't even aware of and leaving you to drool against the seats of his tuktuk.

“You…you better promise not to leave me,” you heard MK mumble against you. “You can't leave me, okay? ‘cause you promised―” His cock kissed your cervix, making your toes curl and your pussy clench around him. “And you…you would keep your promises, right?”

You really needed your hands untied. “I do,” you promised, fighting back another moan. “‘promise not to make you cry again, ‘kay? Pinkie promi..mmph!”

MK angled your head back, slamming his lips against yours. His teeth grazed at your lower lip and sucked at your tongue, swallowing your cry when the strange feeling in your stomach snapped, cumming under his cock. His hips continued to snap against yours, each thrust feverish and driving you mad with stimulation.

It wasn't until MK had finally cum, collapsing on top of you on the seat, did he pull away from the kiss, and your brain return to normal.

How sticky…and your arms were beginning to ache from this position. You tried to turn on your side, but MK simply wrapped his arms around you and grumbled under his breath.

“Are you planning on leaving me again?” He asked, and you could practically hear the pout in his voice. How the fuck was he acting like the deflowered maiden here, when the one who just lost their virginity was you!?

“I…no.” You sighed, squirming in his hold. “My hands hurt though, so lemme go.”

“No.”

“....MK…”

“In a minute.”

“MK you came inside.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Fuck you mean oh yeah you tryna knock me up?”

“....”

“Oh my god I gave him a breeding kink too.”

“A what?”

“Nothing.”

@lotusarchon, 22.11.2024, all rights reserved. do not copy, repost or translate my works without permission. likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!!

I do think it's pretty funny that fanfic premises based on illegitimate kids as an excuse for crossovers over the years have gone from "Mom character CHEATED on Dad character 😡" to "once upon a time, mommy and daddy had a threesome and now we have YOU!" lmaoooo. People don't want marital discord they just want a third parent

it’s been long enough i’m making an executive decision that we all need to go reread the tgi fridays infinite mozzarella sticks article

who are your boyfriend?

Even though you talk a lot about your sweet boyfriend, people don't understand the sign.

Warnins: English is not my first language, there will probably be mistakes, I'm more grammatically correct in my language I swear lol, f!reader, just a silly idea I had.

You're a person who talks a lot about your boyfriend, not that it's your intention to show him off or look like you're obsessed with him (maybe a little), but still, it seems inevitable to quote Jason Todd in your social circles, especially in the work.

It's a good work environment, your colleagues are nice, and you like to be communicative. However, the new co-worker, Adam, seems to be a little too friendly, your colleagues have already noticed this, but you dont notice this, lost in your own thoughts about your boyfriend.

The thing is, Adam has concluded that your boyfriend is an idiot, he listens to you talking about him, and the only conclusion he can draw is that you're dating a stupid nerd who lives in his mother's basement. It started weeks ago when you arrived with a jar of colorful cookies, offering it to your colleagues with a silly smile and saying.

"Jaybean did, does anyone want it? It's his grandfather's recipe"

Adam laughed internally at that. It wasn't right, you were too pretty to date such a weird guy who was definitely supposed to be short, skinny and silly, what kind of man cooked colored cookies? Or even worse, let yourself be called a "jaybean"?

The next day, he overheard you talking to your friend, in a worried tone, about how your boyfriend was about having physically fought with his younger brother, which only added to the comical image Adam had of his boyfriend. Definitely the guy was a banana. What kind of guy would let his little brother hit him?

Around the football season, Adam decided to show you what a real man was and ask you out, showing you the tickets he got. He called you a doll, which you registered with a slight frown.

"um, thanks Adam, but my boyfriend doesn't like football very much. And this week we're going to an arts fair in New York."

Adam let out a stilted giggle that you didn't seem to notice, the thoughts of him again calling your boyfriend stupid. Seriously, art fair? Didn't like sports?

There were other, clearer signs of how pathetic your boyfriend was, according to Adam, like when you commented that he had sewn a blouse of yours. (you didn't say that Jaosn's talent with sewing came from the fact that he sewed his battle wounds himself). Or when you called him cute nicknames.

Adam wanted to show you what he really wanted to date a guy, a real man, who had muscuslos and knew how to beat someone to protect you.

The fuse for Adam was when he approached your desk and saw a book by Jane Austen and asked, avoiding making a face at such a syrupy book.

"Do you like classics, doll?"

You looked up from the computer where you typed, a slight smile on your lips as you stared at the book brevmenete.

"A little. My boyfriend likes it, so I promised I'd try to read it. I prefer fiction books"

Adam's face drooped, you were really dating a stupid guy, you deserved to meet a real man. He rested his hands on your desk and puffed out his chest.

"You know, doll, you can get more."

You blinked your eyes limply, confused.

"Excuse me?"

"There are men… for real."

There was an arrogant smile on Adam, which you didn't like, not at all. Your posture became tense, prepared to reject him, by hook or by crook. But a voice, hoarse and thick, woke you both from the uncomfortable exchange of looks.

"Am I getting in the way?"

Adam turned, his eyes narrowing at the sight. There was a tall guy, much taller than himself, who even in a leather jacket could see his muscles. The guy had messy black hair and scars that gave him a tough look, even his blue eyes seemed like a warning, a warning to stay away. Adam was about to ask what he was doing there when your voice came out loud and contented.

"Jaybird!"

Adam stood still, his mouth wide open as that intimidating man gave you a soft smile and squeezed your waist, a chaste kiss on the forehead. By no means was that guy stupid of your boyfriend.

"That's adam," you said, a half-annoyed expression on my face, which softened when she turned her eyes to Jason.

Jason just gave Adam a suspicious look, not bothering to spend time with him before grabbing your bag and giving you another kiss on the cheek, whispering.

"Ready to go, honey?"

You nodded, smiling. Saying goodbye with a slight nod to Adam, as you told for your sweet, gentle boyfriend about your day, whose acts were what really drew you in.

Just a silly thing I thought about while analyzing the things that betrayed me about Jason. Adam is just one of those guys who think women are attracted to things that – they – think should attract them. Jason is just a grandpa's little boy who has learned how to be a gentleman right under that rough surface.

ೄྀ࿐DO YOU ENJOY WHAT YOU DO?

yandere! 80's male pop duo x reader

Dimitris and Seth have been the best of friends since they were young school boys. The two of them would regularly perform little 'concerts' in the others garage, practically torturing the neighbors with the shrilling noise of sticks hitting tin cans. The only thing they ever wanted to truly accomplish in life was to be able to make music with each other. As they grew older and experimented with their sound, their harmonious and incredibly danceable music immediately sky rocketed in terms of success. Fans were constantly fainting and waving their arms around when they attended one of their concerts, it was a common occurrence for at least five undergarments to be thrown onto stage during a show of theirs.

They each had their own unique look that attracted dozens of people. Seth had his tanned skin, dark brown fluffed out hair with a caramel colored streak going right through it, the beauty mark right under his eye, his droopy brown eyes and the gold hoops hanging from his ears. Dimitris had his short silky black hair, umber skin that became dewy under the sun, his thick Tunisian accent, the dimples that appeared on his face even at the slightest hint of a grin and his naturally heavy lashes.

The both of them will join forces in writing and producing music based on their intense love and devotion towards you. Several of the songs would be accompanied with hyper beats and catchy ad libs, others would be paired with voices filled with desperation and pure agony along with an emotion rendition of their piano. The second option perfectly depicts their never-ending affection towards you, they love you so much that they're willing to cause terror to anyone who opposes their behaviour.

Even if they were to potentially be caught for their rage-filled actions, nothing would ever come from it. Everyone would suspect that some 'rando' trying to make for themselves planted the evidence against Dimitris and Seth. The two of them are loved internationally by the young and old, they're the most likely to be deemed as honest and trust-worthy than some random people accusing them of actions that they would never commit.

"Even if they did actually do all that, maybe those creeps deserved it." "Yeah, they're total barf bags."

Neither of them fit the stereotypical '80's rockstar' persona because they didn't necessarily write rock'n'roll music but that was how their music was categorized at times, and, they don't have sex with random women, or more so, groupies. Neither do they write songs with hidden racist meanings as some of the other people in the same career path as them do.

The both of them absolutely believe that you deserve nothing but the best, they do everything in their will power to prove this to you, as well. They go all out when it comes to certain holidays, birthdays and anniversaries. On the day of your birthday, you'll wake up to the house filled to the brim with roses in vases, gifts sent by highly regarded celebrities along with fashion and makeup brands, notes that the two men wrote in admiration for you, a scheduled party at a nearby chateau and immediate tenderness from the both of them as soon as they see you stir awake.

Dimitris and Seth take immense joy in spoiling you with everything and anything you could ever want. With the way the two of them present themselves to the world, it's no surprise to anyone when they find out that the both of them enjoy dolling you up.

and they do an amazing job at it.

Seth will match your shoes to the chosen dress he'd purchased just for you at an antique market, applying your choice of powdered make-up to your face, clasping a diamond necklace around your neck and kissing your lips when he's finally finished. Then, when the cold night finally arrives, he'll wipe and wash your face, massage your scalp along with your body as the two of you sit in a warm bath he'd drawn. After washing your face with a light blue 'Pré de Provence' soap bar, he'll gently pat your cheeks, lean in to kiss your forehead before saying,

"My beautiful baby, aren't you just perfect? Say it, tell me you're perfect."

Dimitris adores taking you out to taste several different sweet and savory meals that you aren't even able to pronounce. As the two of you sit in a dimly lit restaurant, paparazzi are taking photographs of him looking at you with a severely love-drunk facial expression. A magazine with the headline, "Dimitris and his shared lover, newly head over heels fool!"

You always tag along with them when they go on tour, no matter what, you're going! If you don't work from home and your schedule is the issue, they'll just bribe your boss with some harmless money

just kidding! They don't want you working outside of your shared five bedroom home in Hollywood, California. They'll never hold you hostage in your own home, are you...crazy? They honestly don't want to even think about you struggling with money and there's nothing more that they'd love to do than take care of you.

Seth will take you to meet his father on the sea-side villa he grew up in. The pleasant aroma of bamia and feteer meshaltet fill your nostrils and the thought of eating the prepped dishes makes you smile. His father offers up a warm and welcoming smile as he listens to you speak about your interests and what had drawn you to his son. He immediately finds your presence calming and wishes for you to visit him once more alongside his son. Even his father's dog, Neo, seems to like you as he sits on your lap whilst you're on the couch and speaking with Seth.

❤︎‬ first comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage... ❤︎‬ jericho ichabod x fem reader ‪ ❤︎‬ wc: 5k ❤︎‬ content warning(s): nsfw, breeding/lots of explicit mentions of pregnancy ❤︎‬ jericho ichabod is from the kid at the back being developed by fantasia-kitt ❤︎‬ mdni banner by cafekitsune

“what do you see yourself doing in the future?”

you blink, the distant twinkling light of the stars wavering as your vision refocuses. you crane your neck to the side, and you find your best friend, jericho “crowe” ichabod, peering back at you. he looks so beautiful, with his long hair loose and gazing at you as if you had hung the stars in the night sky. you almost feel a little shy from the eye contact. no matter how long you’ve been by his side, you can’t seem to properly adjust to just how sweet and effortlessly charismatic he could be. 

“the future…,” you mumble over the words as if chewing them over, “well, i’d like to save my family farm, for starters. but you knew that already.”

a devious idea pops into your head, and a grin sneaks onto your face as you turn to look back into crowe’s deep blue eyes. “and once i’ve done that, i’d like to marry my best friend someday. except he’s just so awfully shy that it’ll probably take us a while to get there.”

his eyes widen before he lets out a sheepish laugh, turning away from you to poorly hide his warming cheeks. he waves his hand as if trying to create some space, but he doesn’t make any real effort to move away from you or anything. “i’m being serious here!”

“who said i wasn’t being serious?” you quickly quip. you puff your cheeks out in a display of mock frustration. “quit beating around the bush and make me an ichabod already, crowe! once we’ve done that, i think it’d be nice to have a family too. would i be being too greedy if i said i wanted three kids?”

you can tell it’s taking everything in your usually well-composed friend to keep his calm facade. he can’t quite meet your expectant gaze, and you can see the hint of a barely repressed smile threatening to overtake his countenance. his normally collected voice trembles a little when he responds to you. “you’re not being greedy so long as you’re ready to bear the responsibility of being a parent. what kind of kids are you hoping for, my starlight?”

you pause to think about it slightly. in all honesty, you’d be happy with any family you could have with crowe, kids or not. just the thought of being able to have crowe by your side like this for the rest of your life has your face feeling tingly and your heart doing cartwheels. still, it’s not like you haven’t daydreamed about this before. if you close your eyes, you can basically imagine the scene in front of you. 

boughs of golden wheat bounce back and forth in the gentle breeze. the dimming sun slowly crawls across the horizon towards its resting place for the night. the persistent song of cicadas and grasshoppers fill your ears, signalling the classic symphony of summer nights you’ve always grown up with. crowe looks a little bit older in your daydream—there’s an air of refined maturity around him, but his eyes hold the same fondness towards you they’ve always had. you can hear the excited squeals of young children as they play a few feet away from you, mud smeared over their tiny hands as they try to catch the tiny bugs that flit around in the air. 

“i want a cute baby. one that looks just like you,” you answer after a few moments worth of deliberation, grinning to yourself at your idyllic daydream. “what about you? if i said that i wanted kids with you, would you want them too?”

“i want anything that you want,” he smoothly entertains your idea. your happiness is contagious, another mischievous grin creeps up the corners of his mouth until he can barely hide the giggles threatening to overtake him “except i think i’d like our children to look more like you.”

he stops to let out a dreamy sigh, as if the vision of your future happiness that you painted aligns perfectly with his. it does. “my hope for my future is just about the same as yours. as long as we can stay together… i’d be happy no matter what we do.”

…

…

…

you should know by now not to joke around with crowe. 

as patient and as understanding as the young man is, he’s the type of man to take your teasing and return it tenfold. he’s repaying your tantalizing words with spades, but you’re too fucked out to make heads or tails of it all.

all you care about right now is how good his body feels. you’re sitting perfectly on his lap, his thick cock in between your shaking thighs and stuffed into your drooling cunt. his pretty hands are all over your chest, and you let out a pathetic whimper as he slowly gropes at your tits, big palms massaging the soft flesh. you feel so weak against his bigger form, molded perfectly to where he wants you to be. you’re in the palm of his hand, moving exactly to how he wants you to.

“hush, starlight,”  he whispers. you can hear the satisfaction in his voice. “i’m here to take care of you. you were the one that wanted this so badly. you were the one that brought this up first.”

truth is truly stranger than fiction. one moment crowe was offering to walk you home after keeping you at the park so late, and next thing you know, your mouth is on his and the two of you are stumbling into your dingy apartment. your clothes are scattered all over the floor, and your cheap mattress creaks from your combined weight with his. every time you or crowe moves slightly, it lets out a whine in protest, but you’re too preoccupied with the fact that you have his dick inside of you. 

you let out another desperate cry when crowe shifts his hips slightly, rolling his length into you and grinding up into your velvety walls once he bottoms out into you. fuck—he isn’t doing anything that extreme to you, and your mind is going blank. his thrusts are so slow and sensual, not even enough to set a steady pace and more akin to cockwarming than anything else, but it feels so stupidly good to have his cock stuffed into your needy hole and stretching your pussy out. has his dick always felt this good? or are you so drunk off of your emotions that your body is betraying you this quickly?

“you were talking such a big game earlier,” his voice echoes around your ears again. “telling me that you wanted me to marry you and give you children. don’t you have me right where you want me? oh, my love… don’t tell me that you can’t take it.”

“you’re being unfair-,” you manage out weakly. “you- you feel too good inside me…! every time you rub against me, i can’t think!”

he only chuckles under his breath. “you make it so easy for me to love you… if you’re losing your mind with me only doing this much, you’re going to make me waver too… i really wanted to take my time breaking you down, but if you’re begging for it, then you really leave me no choice.”

your breath audibly hitches when his fingers roll over your hardened nipples, and you whine like a bitch in heat when he pinches at your nipples carefully, tugging ever so slightly at your tits. heat flutters up your chest and your stomach, and pleasure flashes somewhere deep in your brain. your cunt coils around his twitching length, squeezing him even more than you already were. 

“don’t play with my boobs like that, i’ll go crazy!” you sob. it’s too good. you’re so in love with him that everything he does to you goes straight to your cunt. everything he does to your body feels so good that you feel like you can’t breathe. 

his fingers hesitate, just hovering above your sensitive nipples. you choke down a frantic gasp, momentarily thinking that he was finally being nice enough to listen to you. but when you feel his fingertips trace down the silhouette of your body before resting in between your thighs. you grit your teeth when he starts to toy with your clit. his thrusts slow down before he keeps you grounded all the way to the hilt, stuffed straight into your cunt. 

“you’re right. apologies for being so careless, my dear,” he whispers against the shell of your ear. jolts of red-hot, electric pleasure grip at your stomach. he rubs slow, sticky circles against your sensitive nub, moving just the way you like it. “how could i forget? if i really want my cum to take… i ought to make you cum a few times first. make sure you open your womb up to me…”

you can’t think. you feel like you have to physically remind yourself to breathe. inhale, exhale, while crowe pinches and presses his fingertips against your clit. it feels so good to speared open on his swollen cock, but when he’s not moving and only playing with your clit, the arousal is almost too much for you to handle. you want him to fuck you, to be true to his word and make you cum your brains out and fill you up with his babies. 

“d-don’t just play with my clit…!” you eke out, desperate to feel anything. no matter how much you try to grind down on his cock and try to get some movement, crowe stays steadfast in making sure you don’t feel any excess pleasure. 

you feel like you’re melting against his body. you swear you can feel his weeping tip prodding against the entrance of your womb, and you’re overwhelmed with just how much you want his cum inside you. but once crowe has his mind set on something, he isn’t the kind of person to give up. 

and he thinks you’re so adorable, shuddering and falling apart the more he plays with your poor clit. the heat in your core keeps mounting relentlessly, thrashing and swirling deep in your belly as if it's a caged beast demanding to be released.

god, you’re falling apart so quickly. you’re letting out desperate, incoherent cries, stumbling over your words as you moan nonstop. “ah- feels good- you’re being so mean to me- playing with just my clit when i want- when i want you to fuck me with your cock instead…!”

crowe knows how to rip apart your seams. he’s the only man in the world that could make you cum this fast. you can feel him whispering sweet nothings to you with his characteristic amused lilt in his voice, but all of it goes straight to your pulsing cunt. you’re drooling all around him, wet walls making a mess out of his twitching cock. you’re milking him, fluttering around him so sweetly, and he wants nothing more than to give in and fuck your brains out while breeding you.

but crowe is nothing if not a gentleman. and a gentleman must be patient. you’re already at your limit, so it’s really just a matter of time before you crumble completely and crowe can move in for the sweetest kill. 

“think ‘m gonna cum-,” your voice wavers so beautifully as you throw your head back. your hips lurch unconsciously, not sure whether or not to chase the overwhelming pleasure of his ministrations. “fuck- gonna cum…! gonna cum from having my clit played with-!! you’re the worst-!”

“now, my starlight, surely you don’t mean that?” he chuckles. he pinches your clit in retaliation, and he’s rewarded with such a lovely anguished cry from you. “i told you already. i’m merely preparing you for what’s to come.”

you’re clenching and unclenching all around his cock, your gummy walls clinging onto every inch of his thick length. your hands grab at whatever you can hold onto. your toes curl, and the edges of your vision are going blurry. crowe can feel his hand muscles aching, but he doesn’t want to stop, not when you’re this close to cumming.

you clench your eyes shut, jerking up against crowe’s body. “cumming- fuck- ah…! it’s too much- can’t take it- please…! i’m cumming, i’m cumming, fuck, fuck-!”

your orgasm grips you from the inside out. something deep in your tummy explodes, and heat consumes you whole. you let out a strangled cry, your voice wavering and breaking as pleasure overrides every one of your senses. your walls clamp down on his cock, and your poor cunt spasms all around him. it’s so dumb and it’s so good, just the thought of being spread open and fucked out and going dumb just from being penetrated by crowe’s cock. 

ever the sweetheart, crowe keeps playing with your clit through your orgasm, jolts of electricity pooling in your stomach. even though you’re still wading senselessly through the most gripping high of your climax, crowe needs to see more from you. he’s not satisfied with plunging you into these depths once. 

you push weakly at crowe’s hands when you can muster the strength to do so, your clit numb and tingling from how much crowe’s abused it. “i-i just came…! don’t keep playing with it- too much-”

somewhere deep in your mind, you can feel the dull thrums of arousal starting to awaken again. just cumming from having your clit played isn’t enough—you need more. your body’s still reeling from the electric shockwaves of your first orgasm, but at the same time, you want him to make you cum on his cock. you want him to hold your legs open and fuck load after load of his cum into you, only stopping when you both know that he’s fucked a sweet little baby into you.

just the thought has your stomach doing flips. you keep squeezing around him, subconsciously clenching and drooling all over his length. it drives him crazy to know that you’re still raring to go. you two really can’t resist each other.

“forgive me, love.” you know he’s not actually asking for forgiveness, not when you can tell that he’s far too pleased with himself. “it just feels so good when you cum around my cock…”

you whine. “you’re awful, crowe!”

his movements falter. you tense up when you feel his dick twitch inside of you. something in the air visibly shifts, and you let out a gasp when crowe’s deft fingers glide upwards across your stomach. you gasp when his sticky fingers grab at your face, and his fingertips press into your cheeks. he cranes your face slightly, exposing the side of your neck to him completely.

“crowe?” he repeats the nickname you called out. “oh, you’re breaking my heart. and here i thought that you’d at least have the decency to moan my real name…”

he presses his lips to the side of your neck, showering your sensitive skin with a flurry of sickly sweet kisses. you can feel your heart flutter as his light touches spread over your neck, the affection making you melt in his embrace.

“i want everyone to know that i’m the one who got my hands all over you,” he murmurs against your skin. “that i’m the one that made you feel this good. that i’m the one who got you pregnant. you know my name, dear. or do i have to give you a more thorough reminder?”

a chill runs down your back when you feel crowe shift his hips, and a moan lodges itself in the back of your throat as he slowly slides his cock out of you. you almost instinctively brace yourself when you can only feel his tip buried into your warmth, pussy practically leaking from how much you want to get fucked.

he thrusts. hard. one full motion to wedge his entire length back into your walls.

“jericho.” his hold on you is firm. “that’s my name. moan my name, starlight.”

he thrusts again, and you whimper when you can feel every inch of him spreading your walls out. he wiggles his hips slightly before fucking into you over and over, and you stumble over your breathing as heat claws at the inside of your tummy.

“oh- ah- jericho!” you cry out. your pussy flutters around him as you moan his name. some sick part of you is thoroughly enjoying being claimed and fucked into mindless oblivion. you’re his. all his.

pleasure shoots straight into your core like a bullet. fuck—fuck, this was all you wanted. you don’t even get a proper chance to collect your thoughts before crowe is fucking into you with a vigor you’ve never seen before, pumping his whole cock in and out of you as if he’s determined to break your cunt. your mind immediately goes blank as pleasure and heat shoot throughout your veins like a kind of poison, and his hand slides down to grip at your neck possessively. 

he isn’t actively choking you, but he’s very clearly staking his claim over your body. your pleasure—and now, even your breathing—are all dependent on how merciful he’s feeling. you can feel your stomach tie itself into knots at the thought. he’s so kind and yet so demanding at times, and just thinking about being tied down to him forever has your cunt tightening up with need.

he laughs softly. you can feel some of his long hair brush up against you when he leans forward to press another kiss to your throat. “there we go. much better, isn’t it? say my name again.”

even though he isn’t moving particularly fast, he’s moving deep and hard. each full-bodied stroke has you seeing stars. you’re gasping for air whenever his tip presses up deep inside of you, just ghosting over that one spot jericho knows you love so much.

“jericho! jericho- fuck!” your mind’s getting all scrambled up. “wh-what more do you want from me?”

“you said it yourself earlier. you want a baby with me.” his hold on your neck shifts slightly, and his teeth ghost over your neck. your walls contort around him. a chilling plunge of pleasure creeps down your spine at the thought of him biting you. your mind spins as you envision yourself, all fucked out and babbling, as jericho sinks his fangs into your skin and marks you both inside and out. 

you brace yourself when you hear him suck in an inhale. with a well-timed thrust, he bites down on your neck. pain momentarily shoots through your body, but you let out a loud moan as it dissolves into a kind of mind numbing pleasure. you can feel him applying just enough pressure to leave a mark, wanting everyone to see who it was that laid their hands all over you. it makes your insides stir.

“jericho, you- you’re so…!” you can’t bring yourself to finish your statement. you’re bouncing shamelessly on his lap, unable to get enough of the addictive rush shooting through your body. his tongue lovingly laps over the bite marks on your neck, and another shiver runs down your spine.

“i know, my dear, i know…i want to make you mine. through and through,” he whispers against his handiwork. his hands are moving all over you now: caressing your sides, pressing against your stomach, tracing the outline of your thighs. “you understand, don’t you? i can feel you tightening up around me… you like this as much as i do, don’t you?”

you don’t have anything to say to him. you let out another round of incoherent cries as he fucks you over and over on his cock, your hips lewdly moving up and down in a feverish need to take as much of him as you can. jericho knows how to read you to filth, and even now, as he fucks you open on his cock, all you can think of is how he’s the only one that could ever make you feel this good. he’s stuffing you full, and the promise of having your womb filled with his sticky cum makes your mind spin. 

you’re going insane. your cunt offers no resistance, your juices only making it that much easier for him to slide his entire length in and out, in and out of you. the pressure in your stomach only grows and grows. the heat in your body twists and slinks around under your skin, and the overstimulation makes your mind go blank. you need it, you want it, but god, it makes it feel like your body’s being set on fire. 

“ah! if you- if you fuck me with your whole cock after you’ve made me cum, i’ll actually lose my mind!” you protest weakly. that stupid jericho! he knows your body too well, and he’s using every scrap of knowledge against you. he’s making you feel so good that you think you’ll go crazy, and he looks as unfazed as ever.

his voice is laced with a kind of lovesickness as he bounces you on his lap, wet sounds of skin on skin echoing all the room. “so tight- so tight and wet… perfect for my cock, perfect to be bred… you’re taking me so well. it makes me so happy to know that you wanted this as much as i did.”

his hands go to cup your chest, and he’s back to unapologetically groping your tits while bouncing you on his cock. you grit your teeth as he deftly teases your nipples, tugging on them just the slightest bit. your senses are fried to hell and back, overwhelmed with everything he’s doing to you. your previous orgasm only accentuates the pleasure, your clit tingling as his heavy balls slap up against it with each calculated stroke.

“so pretty… doing so good for me…” even his praise feels like teasing, especially when his tip is bullying your cervix. his thrusts are faster, deeper now, focused entirely on maximizing how good you feel so that he can fill you up. his palms squeeze at your tits greedily. “i can’t wait to see how pretty you’ll be with my baby inside of you. swollen and glowing, all because of me… can’t wait for your pretty chest to be filled with milk too… leaking with milk to feed our babies…”

your cunt clenches around him. his words are going straight to your pussy. his hips shift, and you think you’re going to cum. you can’t take it anymore, everything has been boiling up inside of you. just thinking about how much you’ve longed for him, longed for a future with him, makes your heart swell up. you really must be nothing more than a lovestruck pervert, getting off this much to the thought of your first love marrying you and fucking a baby into you.

“‘m gonna cum!” you whine. “if you talk like that- fuck me like that- i’ll cum!”

“that’s what i’m here for,” he grunts. his balls twitch against your entrance when he hears you whimpering about cumming, and you know he’s getting close to his limit too. his once sharp thrusts are getting more and more sloppy, and his breathing is also growing more shallow and ragged. “it’s alright… cum as much as you want. are you close?”

“yes-,” you choke out. your vision is growing hazy, blurring around the edges. you’re not sure how to comprehend all of the stimuli racking up on your body, but you want more of it. you love being stretched out jericho’s cock, love being fucked stupid, love it when he uses your body the way he wants to. “so close- wanna cum so badly…!”

“tell me you love me,” he pants out. something in your stomach lurches. your cunt keeps milking his cock, desperate to be painted white with his cum, and it’s driving him just as crazy. “it takes two people in love to make a baby… tell me you love me, and then- and then, i’ll let you cum as much as you want.”

your heart stirs inside of your chest. that’s so like jericho to believe in something like that. you don’t doubt your emotions towards the princely young man. your attraction, your trust, and your connection to him all has to stem from that simple four letter word that has you acting simultaneously like a maniac and a fiend for another taste of his attention. there’s no other word that can be used to describe why your body reacts this much to his touches, why you keen and crumble under every one of his kisses, why it always feels like heaven when you give into his disarming advances.

“i love you! i love you, jericho!” you moan out. you feel so full, so giddy, so drunk off of everything he makes you feel. his cock stutters inside of you as jericho takes a second to soak up your confession, the slightly possessive edge he tries so hard not to show flickering somewhere underneath his demeanor. 

“i love you too, my starlight. i love you. i love you.” he fucks harder into you, and if it weren’t for his tight grip on you, you might have collapsed entirely against his chest by now. “let’s be together forever.”

his hips stutter against yours, and he grabs at your hips, yanking you down as far as you can take him. you let out a strangled cry, your voice tinged with need, as you feel him push into you until he bottoms out inside of your cunt. you instinctively brace yourself. you just need a little more. just a little push, and all the pressure building up in your core could come loose.

“ah-!” 

you feel his cock twitch and throb dangerously inside you, and something deep inside your stomach explodes. ropes of sticky cum flood your womb, and you can’t take it anymore. jericho shifts his hips against yours, grinding up against your pussy, and you’re cumming your brains out with a cry of his name. the knot in your stomach snaps, and you’re gushing around him, your juices mixing together with his. you can feel his semen seep deeper and deeper into you, settling somewhere so deep inside you that you think you can feel it take almost immediately.

your head feels heavy, overrun with the ecstasy of something bordering between love and submission. you came from being creampied, from having a baby fucked into your cunt. you can feel jericho’s soft pants fan out against the back of your neck as he buries his face where your shoulder meets your throat, lips glossing over your sweaty skin. he lets you ride out your high, and you swallow thickly, much needed air filling your strained lungs. he keeps you firmly planted on his lap, using his cock to keep all of his cum plugged up inside of your cunt. 

“i came-,” you breathe. your voice sounds so weak and soft. “i came from getting creampied…!”

“you did well. that’s my darling.” jericho presses another flurry of sweet kisses to your body, and you can’t help but feel a little shy when his hand ghosts over your lower stomach again, right where his cum is settling inside of you. his fingertips trace the shape of a small heart. “you’re going to look so, so beautiful with my children. you’ll be glowing. i’m sure of it. i’ll take such good care of you. i promise i will.”

heat rushes to your face at the thought of being fawned over even further than jericho already does over you. you can feel his half-soft-half-hard cock stir inside of you at the thought of you pregnant, and you bite back a small laugh. for someone so gentle and so thoughtful about his every action and word, he really just couldn’t control himself around you. his palm presses up against your stomach carefully, and you sigh when you can feel his cum sloshing around inside of your belly. your head still feels a little fuzzy from the electric aftershocks of your back-to-back orgasms, but with jericho’s cock buried snugly inside you and keeping you plugged up and full with his semen, you can’t help but want another taste of the divine bliss. 

“someone looks like they could go for another round.” you crane your neck and raise your hand to comb your fingers through jericho’s silky hair. “already getting hard again?”

“we can take a break if you want.” his lips stretch out into an angelic grin, and he moves into your calming touch. “but… i want to make sure it takes properly. wouldn’t hurt to keep going just a little more… i’ll make sure you feel good the entire time, my starlight. that’s my job, after all.”

it’s your turn to smile at him. you’d be lying if the thought of getting fucked senseless in all sorts of positions all night until you have no choice but to get knocked up didn’t turn you on. you know that you’re the reason jericho’s this insatiable, and having given him the okay only made it that much easier for him to drag you into the depths of his infatuation.

“tell me you love me first,” you mimic his words from not too long ago. “then i’ll let you go at it.”

surprise flickers across his pretty face, but it quickly melts away into a fondness in his eyes that he reserves solely for you. your heart swells with affection as he moves in to kiss your face, his lips fluttering all over your jaw and cheeks before landing on the corners of your lips. 

“i love you. i promise to love you forever. let’s spend the rest of your lives together, okay?” he asks tenderly before capturing you into a deep kiss. you reciprocate, letting him kiss you over and over again until you can feel your skin tingle dangerously again. 

“of course. i love you too, jericho.”

élisabeth vigée le brun: marie antoinette and her children

Hi, hope u have a good day. Can you write hcs about studying and school with SMT boys + Kino? (Sorry if it spams there's a problem with my box)

Studying/School/Class w Sakamakis [hcs]

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Hi Love,

Thanks, and you too, so I have to split this into two pieces because it was literally too long. Hope you all like it, this is literally why I haven't done much of anything else because I've put basically all the free time I've had into here. It's finally done though. :)

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Shu:

⤵︎School with him:

📓As his gf you are the one who must get him out of bed.

📓And he makes you late sometimes. Most of the time even.

📓“Shu, c’mon we're going to be late.”

📓Rather than getting up, he pulls you in bed and makes you late for school.

📓This causes you two to walk there instead and you scold him about it.

📓“You make us late all the time!”

📓“Next time carry me then.”

📓“Whatta I look like to you? An Ox?” Knowing he’d give a smart answer to that, you quickly added, “Don’t answer that!”

📓He’d just laugh before k!ssing you on the cheek.

📓If it’s winter and you’re cold with tights and a thin skirt/shirt he puts his blazer over you.

📓And if you’re lucky sometimes he gives you his cardigan.

📓But it almost never happens, you dreaming that bitch would take it off.

📓Sometimes he tells you to ditch school so you two can go to a cafe to get food and go to the bookstore in the corner of town. Especially when it snows because he knows you like days like that.

📓He likes to go there and get coffee with you and talk about things that will make you laugh.

📓Although on the days you don’t ditch school with him he likes to race you to the school.

📓 “Loser carries the winner back home after school!” He’d yell dashing off getting a head start.

📓 “Shu! Wait!” You’d laugh trying to catch up to him.

📓You end up losing of course (mostly bc he uses his vampire speed) and lets just say even tho you lost, he just ends up carrying you.

📓I know he seems pretty lively with you but I mean he’s with the woman he loves. He becomes very active with her because she gives him something to look forward to.

📓Plus, vampires are about living in the moment so he’d never waste a moment with you considering you make him happy.

📓Anyways when you two get on campus you are usually hitting him cause he cheated and he’s just laughing.

📓if you’re not a third-year or you just don’t have the same classes as him, he departs after you get your stuff out of your locker.

📓When switching periods he usually is listening to music and you just like to watch him relax.

📓Although typically he notices you first and tries to talk to you even if it's just five minutes. Cause he can’t stay the hell away

📓You constantly remind him to go to class.

📓“Go, I’ll see you after.” You’d smile between a laugh.

📓“Maybe I’ll just speed up the clocks.” He’d grin.

📓”Don’t!” 

📓He leaves his stuff in your locker sometimes.

📓Has makeout sessions sometimes with you instead of getting to class.

📓If his stupid brothers try to get you into trouble or if you two do something stupid, he makes sure the triplets get the blame.

📓Keeps you away from Reiji and makes sure you rarely see him tho. Mostly cause he might give you hard time.

📓Although he does like showing you off to him sometimes.

📓Sometimes you sit on the bench before the limo arrives and he sleeps on your shoulder.

📓In the limo you sit next to him and usually it's pretty quiet and he usually falls asleep on you there too and you just play with his hair.

📓If he’s awake (or looks like he’s asleep) his hand is on your thigh.

📓Leaves you notes in your locker sometimes.

📓If you are jealous that girls leave him a lot of love letters he finds it funny.

📓There are probably some girls who have tried to bully you and he protects you from it.

📓Gets away with sucking your b⸸ood.

⤵︎Class with him:

📓He only attends the class because you force him to, only some tho since you can’t convince him to go to all of them.

📓Is always present in the classes you are in with him and he thinks that’s enough effort. It’s really just to have the excuse to see you.

📓He likes to sit next to you because he tea$es all he wants.

📓Plus he doesn’t want to be partners with someone else.

📓And he thinks you’d cover for him if he dozed off.

📓Which you probably won't.

📓If the teacher calls on you and you don’t know the answer he’ll laugh afterward and you scowl at him.

📓Whispers lewd things into your ear as the teacher is explaining.

📓Shares a pencil with you instead of having his own.

📓He doesn’t study and you do.

📓Doesn’t get caught for anything. Like he listens to music in class and no one will know.

📓Will sm!rk if he catches you staring at him.

📓If you two are in music class and you mess up while playing an instrument, he’ll laugh before helping you.

📓He teaches you a lot of secrets about the violin and will k!ss you when the teacher is too busy to look.

⤵︎Studying with him:

📓He is actually pretty smart so if you can’t figure it out, he gives you the answers and you get mad at him.

📓Laughs when you get shit wrong.

📓If you ask him if you’re right he’ll tell you are and then wait till you figure out that he’s lying.

📓He knows how to read stuff in Latin so if you want to know something you’ll ask him but he just tells you perverted sh!t.

📓Like sometimes you’ll catch on and you’ll be mad.

📓”Shu! That’s not even what I’m asking you.”

📓”But it’s what you want to ask me.”

📓”Shut up!”

📓If you two are sitting next to each other his hand is on your thigh, always.

📓Sometimes if you’re doing mental math he’ll just tell you the answer while his eyes are liked closed and he’s relaxing.

📓”X equals 36.”

📓”Shu! I’m trying to figure this out, I don’t want the answer.”

📓If you reach over to grab something on the other side of the table, he will casually lift up the hem of your skirt.

📓“Shu!”

📓“Chill out. I was just checking if you were wearing the matching set today.” He’d say closing his eyes to relax in the chair.

📓“Seriously, someone could see.”

📓“Aww, I thought you liked scandal.”

📓“Yeah the romantic kind, this is perverted!”

Reiji:

⤵︎School with him:

📓You’ll never be late, he makes sure you’re up and ready.

📓Even if you two have sex he’s able to schedule how much time you’ll have.

📓Like he calculates the damn time and doesn’t care if you didn’t climax within that time.

📓“We mustn’t waste too much time. We will have seven minutes.”

📓“But Reiji, can’t we just not look at the time?”

📓“Nonsense, with the data I have collected I have enough to precisely predict your body’s reactions.”

📓“You’ve done what?”

📓“Now, I have laid out this time for us, given that, you should be pleasured enough to release in that amount of time. If you fail to do so you will wait until we have arrived from school.”

📓“But seven is—Ahh!” He wouldn’t give you much time before throwing you on the bed and getting to work.

📓He’ll be very satisfied if he made you cum in like seven mins.

📓And even if he didn’t, it was purposely done to have you wait and ache all day! 

📓He’ll totally give you a drug if you didn’t then to make it easier for later.

📓Although he doesn’t always have sex before school that’s only when he’s up really early and has everything ready. And plus it's only if he’s carefully calculated this many, many times and he knows he’ll have time.

📓He checks your uniform all the time to see if you're presenting yourself neatly. 

📓Typically points something out just to touch you and adjust it, even if it looked right.

📓If you injure yourself he calls you a clumsy girl and an idiot.

📓One time you actually sprained your ankle after school and kept limping as you two were walking home.

📓Of course you were trying to hide it and not tell Reiji you were injured bc you knew he’d be mad at you.

📓Although he noticed pretty quickly and ended up carrying you home bridal style.

📓And he gets a kick out of it if it’s embarrassing to you.

📓“Reiji, put me down.”

📓There are times when after school he likes to take walks with you at night.

📓Even tho you forget things he always makes sure you have them. Most times.

📓Like if you forget your jacket, a water bottle, umbrella, hairclip, pencil, or a book.

📓There was one time when it was raining during one of your walks after school and he was mad at you for forgetting your umbrella.

📓“What a bother you are, forgetting everything as if you are a child. I told you it would rain, did I not?”

📓“Yes, but I was distracted.” You huffed confessing you forgot, you turned to look at him with your arms crossed, “Still, I’m not a child, Reiji.”

📓He’d grin pulling you closer to him, “Yes, evidently so you are no child. You’re a very . . . irresponsible girl.”

📓You’d scoff hearing this, “And here I was thinking you’d say something worth hearing.” You rolled your eyes about to walk away from him.

📓Before you could walk away he just pulled you in, teasingly asking you, “Did you want me to affectionately tell you what you are to me?”

📓“We’ll it would be nice to hear every once in while.” You snapped back.

📓 “Now why would I tell you something that you are already well aware of? Obviously, if I say so much about you there is an even deeper reason as to why I notice, correct?” He sm!rked, waiting for you to look at him again in the pouring rain and smile.

📓“You can be so complex sometimes.”

📓“Oh, my dear, it’s only for you. Now come here, I do not want my lady cold and drenched because she is simply incompetent.” He smirked, making you scoff as you now approached him to smack his arm playfully.

📓“Reiji!” You’d smile whilst averting your eyes as he laughed at your reaction.

📓Overall, he ends up using his umbrella to cover you both, and you can best bet he’d get his shoulder wet for you.

📓He’s even given you one of his jackets when it was cold outside. Cause you forgot again.

📓Tho he may act mad that you forget things he actually really likes it.

📓Plus I mean in his mind you’re the only one who can be a little stupid and get away with it. It’s kinda like the whole thing of “You can be so dumb, yet for you, I’ll make an exception.” But she’s not dumb she’s just a little carefree which is something he’s not.

📓But he kinda cares less with her, in fact, he’s kinda lively around you. At least when his brothers aren’t present.

📓Sometimes you rush to get ready and he stops you when you reach the front door bc your appearance can be off so he has to do a “thorough check”.

📓He will scold you for getting up late if it happens.

📓You have asked him to ditch school but he takes to much pride in going so he tells you that he promises to leave early that day with you and go on a date instead.

📓But has to fucking attend!

📓When you two are parting and leaving for your next classes, you tend to pull Reiji in by his blazer and give him a goodbye kiss.

📓Then after that he honestly doesn’t want to part.

📓He does sometimes smile at you and pat your head before leaving.

📓And if our bae rei really wants to get soft he'll even kiss your forehead or the side of your temple.

📓If you’re mad at him for the day tho he will put flowers and box of chocolates in your locker as an apology.

📓One very sweet and cute thing about Rei is that he will make his girlfriend cute bento boxes and his brothers are jealous.

⤵︎Class with him:

📓 He is usually paying attention and wants you to do the same.

📓Although he finds himself distracted with you sometimes.

📓Sometimes it’s your focused face that gets him. Or even just when you cross your legs.

📓If he’s sitting next to you he may break the rules of listening to the teacher and lean in to whisper something in your ear.

📓He likes it if you two are partners because that way he can teach you.

📓Especially if it’s science. He will especially love it if you mess up so then he can fix it and help you.

📓When you two are pared up he tends to put one hand on your thigh while the other he has on the paper he is showing you.

📓He will even rub your thigh up and down as long as no one is noticing.

📓Reiji is distracted in class because of you for a good amount of the time.

📓Like he notices so much about you and he literally, practically never takes his eyes off you.

📓But it’s fine because he already knows everything the teacher is saying he doesn’t need to relearn since he has a such good memory as a vampire.

📓So yes you can best bet he’s focused on the girl with the pretty ribbon in her and nothing else.

📓But if he sees you losing focus he finds a way to call you out.

⤵︎Studying with him:

📓He always insists that you study in his lab so he can privately tutor you.

📓Although sometimes you two study in the school's library.

📓But overall as much as Reiji is trying to study and teach you he gets very playful with you.

📓He always makes you guys tea but occasionally the tea he serves is special.

📓I've said this before but orgasm tea is something he created just for you. 

📓He slipped it in once and you couldn’t stop yourself and begged him to stop.

📓This @sshole documented how many times you came.

📓Maybe he’d measure the amount honestly.

📓He likes watching you cross your legs to stop it.

📓You were begging him to give you a drug that would stop the feeling but he simply told you he had no cure and that it would wear off in 48 hours.

📓“Reiji, please, just give me the damn cure for this already. Or something.”

📓“Oh, are you not having fun?” He smirked looking up from his lab book.

📓“Seriously, how much longer—a-are you g-going to—ngh! Oh god! Not again!”

📓“I’m only giving you what you asked for dear—pleasure.”

📓“This is anything but pleasure, it’s torture!”

📓He likes it when you’re his test subject and he preferably likes it when you’re naked.

📓“Remove your skirt.” He'd mummer behind your ear.

📓He makes potions for sexual arousal all the time and tests them on you.

📓You’ll be sitting on the counter and he’s in between both of your legs as he gives you something to test.

📓It’s supposed to make you feel sensations at a much more heightened level. He waited a few minutes for it to take effect and then started to run his hands up your skirt until reaching a specific area only to have you act on it quite quickly.

📓“I see it responds quite well.” he'd smirk feeling your underwear get damp.

📓“Reiji!” You'd shriek when being pinned down on his lab table with your arms above your head.

📓Apart from the fact you’re supposed to study he uses you as a test subject as well this way you can help him.

📓Although usually, you find that these lab experiments are anything but related to school, they are mostly just for Rei’s amusement.

📓Has turned you into different animals and you have complained.

📓You’ve even turned him into an animal and it’s been an adventure.

📓He was once a parakeet, who was extremely bratty at times but very fluffy.

📓And ever since then you've begged him to go back into his parakeet form.

📓"Please, just one more time."

📓"Absolutely not." 

📓"But you were so cute and fluffy." You’d pout.

📓I have a parakeet who acts just like Reiji so I named him after him and his brother Shu is such a lazy birb its just funny how much DL revolves around my life.

📓So when he’s lecturing and trying to explain something important about your homework you sometimes don’t pay attention so he will hit the desk with the ruler to have you wake up.

📓It's mostly because he enjoys your shocked expression.

📓But if he really wants to get playful he uses his ruler or his whip if you don't listen or get the answer right.

📓I've headcanonded this with @mikalara-dracula that Rei smacks your @ss with the ruler if you get the answer wrong.

📓"So then the answer would be no solution."

📓"What on earth are you talking about?"

📓"Oh, it's not right?"

📓"No, it isn't." He'd say pushing up his glasses as he grabbed his ruler.

📓He'd sigh before approaching you closer, "Stand up."

📓"Wha–"

📓"Do not face me." He'd whisper in your ear with his hands on the back of your shoulders before using his ruler.

📓He does like it if you complain about the pain.

📓Even if you just space out he'll do it.

📓"Reiji!"

📓"Pay attention!"

📓Oh gosh, if you end up moaning from the pain or make a sound that sounds suggestive he can't control himself.

📓One time you two were studying at a table, sitting in the two armchairs. You turned to get up and grab a book and when you bent down to get it he saw the opportunity to use his ruler.

📓He always wants you to use your brain so as you can expect that for a break you play chess.

📓But not just any kind, strip chess.

📓It’s just plain embarrassing. You lose every time.

📓“But I’m no good at this game you win all the time.”

📓“It is to exercise your brain, Y/n. Now please make the effort.”

📓“No, Reiji, it exercises your brain, but it leaves me naked and exhausted.”

📓“If you end up being exposed all the time it is simply because you haven’t learned yet. You know I cannot rest when you haven’t learned something I’ve taught you yet.”

📓“I think the only thing I’ve learned from this is that I’m more flexible than I think.” You’d mumble turning red.

📓“Yes, that has been a remarkable study. Of course, it never hurts to test such a theory again.” He’d smirk whilst you avert your eyes.

📓“Now, try to apply what I’ve taught you.”

📓“Okay, your move now.” You’d say, feeling confident about what you did.

📓You only managed to get rid of his blazer and tie.

📓Once it was his turn he’d sigh before winning again and taking another pawn of yours. Seeing this you sighed and were about to unzip your skirt but he stopped you.

📓“Come here.” He’d grin, putting his hands on your hips as he slid your skirt off.

📓While studying he presses his body against yours when teaching you how to use something.

📓Or even when correcting you with your pencil.

📓In this moment he will even put his hand on the back of your thigh and trail up your skirt and hook his fingers in your panties.

📓He’ll even use this as an opportunity to suck your blood.

📓In fact when he does or when you’re reading, he usually creeps on your shoulder and planting a kiss before biting you but tells you to continue reading anyway.

📓He sometimes makes the excuse that your collar is messed up in the back so he will have you turn around only to kiss your neck, making you surprised and even call him out.

📓Sex in his lab.

📓It’s not all the time but when provoked enough he will.

Laito:

⤵︎School with him:

📓 sex before, during, and after school.

📓He really likes it if you wear a leg garter to school with your outfit.

📓Or if your blouse is really open.

📓He really likes it if you don’t wear any underwear for the day.

📓It will bother him all day at school.

📓He lets you wear his fur jacket to school so everyone knows you're his.

📓Plus it’s also cause he worries about you getting cold.

📓You usually take a bath before getting ready and so he likes seeing you relax while he gets ready. 

📓In fact he’ll usually sit next to you by the tub and talk to you. And he’d kiss your forehead before helping you in a towel.

📓I know he’s very sexual but if he’s your bf there are times when he’s less sexual.

📓But you’ll easily get him to be sexual if you take his hat away and wear it on the way to school.

📓Buys you macarons and you eat them at school together.

📓Will sometimes skip school and have you tag along so you two can go on dates.

📓He likes to be on the rooftop and talk to you about a lot of things.

📓 It's also where the two of you make out and have a lot of fun.

📓Keeps explicit pictures of you two in his locker.

📓But would be mad if someone saw them.

📓During the limo ride, he likes to put his hand up your skirt.

📓And this is where Subaru tells him to knock it off.

📓Sometimes plays the piano at school and you like to lean on his shoulder.

⤵︎Class with him:

📓Gosh, he teases so much.

📓He winks at you from afar in class.

📓Wishes you’d sit on his lap during class but you’ve gotten into trouble for it.

📓“It doesn’t matter what the teacher wants. We’re in love.”

📓Speaking of which you two were kicked out of class when making out during lecture.

📓And Rei was so embarrassed and very upset.

📓“Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

📓“But Reiji we’re in love. It’s only natural, you know that.”

📓When you two are about to go your separate ways for classes he can be quite petty, saying he only wants to go to the classes that you're in.

📓So you make sure to have him wait in anticipation the next time he sees you.

📓If you sit next to him in class he whispers dirty things in your ear.

📓Would be so turned on if you put your hand on his thigh and whisper things into his ear.

📓Honestly, wouldn't mind having sex at school.

📓"Ohh are you going to play teacher? And I will be the naughty student."

📓Of course his dream would be short-lived as he only got to unbutton his shirt because one of his brothers came in.

📓He likes watching you during P.E. its to the point where he will end up tripping.

⤵︎Studying with him:

📓He likes brain teasers so he sometimes has you do crossword puzzles with him while you sit on his lap.

📓“Y’know baby, I think I need some help with this crossword. Would you mind instructing me?”

📓“Instruct you?” You’d deviously smile. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”

📓I don’t think there is a particular subject he likes but he may like English because he will try to have you read erotic novels.

📓Or even if it is something like science he will tell you to use him as an example for anatomy.

📓Especailly when you’re talking about the reproductive system.

📓If you’re confused about a body part he’d use a pointer to direct you to where its located on your body.

📓From the way this is all going it sorta ends up with him pinning you to the floor and having his hand on your chest.

📓Will have his arms wrapped around you and tries to take your skirt off.

📓Might even try to finger you if you’re in his lap.

📓Instead of studying, Laito will begin to procrastinate by putting salsa or tango music and beginning to dance with you in the living room

📓And if you don’t know how to dance either of those, he’s more than happy to instruct you.

📓He blasts the music so loud that it ends up with Reiji coming into the living room and scolding the both of you.

📓And if it’s not Reiji, it’s Subaru and he ends up dissing and telling Laito to turn it down.

📓In fact, Subaru will just break the radio.

📓Sometimes you like to study on your bed and you’ll just be reading your textbook and Laito feels the need to look down at your slightly unbuttoned blouse.

📓And you can definitely bet that you two have gotten kicked out of the library too.

📓He has some weird fetish of having sex in there and getting caught.

📓You once were in there after hours and he tried to initiate that.

📓“Laito we’ll get in trouble.”

📓“Aww, but where’s your spirit, baby? If we stop here I can’t control myself on the ride home. You wouldn’t keep me waiting would you?”

📓“Hmmm, now that you mention it. I’m so tempted to leave you hanging.”

Kanato:

⤵︎School with him:

📓He is usually the one to wake up his princess. He doesn't like it if you get up first.

📓But you two usually don’t get out of bed super fast because of all of the lazy kisses he keeps planting on your shoulders.

📓And from how much he plays with you in bed it's difficult to just get ready in general.

📓Kanato does help you get ready and makes sure you look pretty too.

📓So he tells you to take a bath and relax and all that but afterwards he’s doing your hair and make-up. 

📓And he’s pretty gentle with all of this.

📓While he’s doing your make-up he sometimes steals a kiss, at least when putting on soft pink eyeshadow since your eyes are closed.

📓Once he’s done giving you soft curls he will place a kiss on your cheek to say he’s finished.

📓I swear he'd put a bow in your hair.

📓In the limo ride you usually rest your head on his shoulder and if you don't he gently puts a hand around your head and has you rest on his shoulder.

📓So either way your head rests on his shoulder.

📓Likes to play with your hand and nails as he holds your hand in the limo ride.

📓However if one of his brothers points out that he's being sweet he will get upset.

📓“My, my, aren’t you sweet Kanato. Your care for her is adorable.” Laito would tease only for Kanato to get upset.

📓“And my patience for you is thin, screw off.” 

📓He likes to kiss you on the cheek as you two are walking to class, or just before you head into a class you don’t have with him.

📓Holds your backpack and usually puts a gift in there or a letter for you to read.

📓Though, he sometimes likes to tease and keep your backpack from you.

📓“Hey, give it.” You’d smile, as he kept keeping it from you.

📓“Follow me then.” He’d smirk.

📓So you may have to run after him for your backpack.

📓“Kanato, give it back. We have to go to class.”

📓Kisses you in the hallway and doesn’t care if it blocks a line.

📓He buys sweets from the cafeteria but tends to eat yours but will share it with you, mouth to mouth of course.

📓Would love it if you made him a lunch box cake.

📓As much as it seems that he’d like you to feed him, he loves to feed you even more.

📓Mostly because he gets the excuse to have you in his lap and be in his arms so he can feed you.

📓He especially loves it if he can get you to blush about the situation and even shy away.

📓No one should dare to hit on you tho. He will give them the biggest death glare while pulling you close to him.

📓Cause we all know how paranoid he is about cheating.

⤵︎Class with him:

📓He likes it when you sit next to him but doesn’t mind if you sit from far because that way he can admire you.

📓However if you set next to him he has a lot more fun.

📓He likes to put his hand on your thigh and rubs it.

📓He even trails up your skirt to have his hand in between your legs which causes you to give him a look.

📓When this happens he usually just whispers things into your ear.

📓“I’ll have you begging later.”

📓He would try to suck your blood in class between you and remind you that he can’t do that. And he gets a little annoyed.

📓If someone is staring at you in class he won’t hesitate to call them out.

📓He is like your bodyguard.

📓He sometimes messes with your hair since you two sit in the back row of class.

📓Especially if you have ribbons in your hair he likes to pull on them.

📓He also likes to put things in your backpack, usually notes about how you look pretty.

📓He really just observes you and gets lost in doing it.

📓If he is sitting next to you and the teacher is busy, he steals a kiss from you.

⤵︎Studying with him:

📓He literally might make you study in a cemetery.

📓Wants raspberry pudding or he cannot concentrate. Period.

📓He’s not that great with grades so you probably help him.

📓Although when it comes to a language like Italian or some other romance languages, he can be helpful.

📓Since he had a spell in Italian I’m now thinking he might know the language soooo….

📓Yeah, this would be his strong suit and he’d be helpful but also teasing.

📓“You know, one phrase people use is ‘dammi un bacio.’ Go on, try it say it now.” He’d say, acting sincere.

📓“. . . uh . . . dammi un bacio?”

📓“You’re a really needy girl, Y/n. Well, if that’s what you want then.” He’d smirk.

📓”“Huh? wait--” You cupping your face with his hands and pulling you in for a kiss.

📓You’d push him off in shock and utter embarrassment, “You tricked me!” You’d pout, making him laugh.

📓He’d push strands of hair away from your face as you’re reading and then kiss you.

📓If he gets really in the mood he will bite your lips.

📓And you’ll get him going if you have your hands on his chest or shoulder.

📓He can be very distracting, he sometimes licks your ear.

📓May try to initiate sex if you two are somewhere peaceful and he wants to do something.

📓Seriously this gremlin has sex a lot and it’s just so surprising.

📓He usually isn’t able to concentrate but if you can he loves to disrupt your focus by telling you what you’re like in bed.

📓I know this seems out of character but after he had sex with Yui, he was talking to her about what she was like and what she did. So I think he’d use this to his own advantage.

📓I could see him shamelessly saying this stuff to you.

📓“You always make such soft sounds.”

📓“Stop! I’m trying to study.”

📓“Stop studying and do something with me.”

📓“I can’t!”

📓A few minutes later he’d just try again, “Your expressions were so cute last time--”

📓“Quit it! It’s gross.”

📓“You know when you try to lie it's cute.”

📓“I’m not.”

📓While studying he sometimes gives you gifts. He once gifted you a small teddy bear keychain.

📓When he reads he has reading glasses so you will witness a rare sight with this.

Ayato:

⤵︎School with him:

📓Gosh you two are always late to school.

📓You sometimes miss school too because he ditches and wants you to tag along.

📓He has tried to make you tie his shoe but you tell him he can do it himself.

📓You’ve offered to help him tie his tie, but he says he likes the way he keeps it.

📓If you can’t open your locker and he can, he feels like such a man.

📓But would be butt hurt if you ended up learning how because he doesn’t have an excuse to tease you about how to use a lock.

📓You’re probably a cheerleader for the school and he brags about you all the time.

📓He always wants you to come to his practice tho.

📓And he loves watching you cheer. 

📓It literally distracts him from the game, and sometimes his own teammates yell at him in the middle of a game.

📓And it’s just really funny, he’d probably even run into a pole because he’s so distracted.

📓He sometimes tells you to wait until everyone is done in the locker room so you two can make out.

📓He is very shameless about PDA and holds your hand when you two are walking in the hall.

📓He literally plays tag with you during track.

📓He also likes watching you stretch before running.

📓Ties your shoes.

📓Likes watching you do sports.

📓Ayato gets in fights at school and you do get mad at him.

📓He will teach you how to play basketball if you don’t know how and loves messing around.

📓Ayato will put his hands on your waist when he’s trying to teach you how to shoot the ball.

📓Has made you win sometimes.

📓He occasionally stares at you and doesn't even realize it.

⤵︎Class with him:

📓Pretty obnoxious, especially with his friends.

📓Insists that you’re his partner and would tell the teacher he wants it to be changed if you two are not partners for a certain project.

📓In cooking class he has you do everything.

📓All he does is eat.

📓He depends on you for answers to any quiz, test, exam or homework assignment. 

📓“Psst, what’s the answer?” He’d whisper.

📓“Ayato, figure it out.” You’d say hushing him to not cheat.

📓Will ask a teacher if another teacher is chill.

📓He is very loud and tries to troll the teacher in class, especially if he can derail them and homework ends up getting canceled.

📓He embarrasses you by being so obnoxious so you sometimes pretend you don’t know him.

📓Is competitive with you in p.e..

📓Tells other guys that they can’t sit next to you cause the seat is taken.

📓He makes you get into detention.

📓He eats candy in class and tries to offer you some but you tell him to put it away.

📓Will laugh if you fall asleep in class or in study hall.

📓And with this, he will even poke your face or possibly draw on your face.

📓And then you will be so mad.

📓He has a secret handshake with you it looks like this. 

⤵︎Studying with him:

📓It’s just so chaotic.

📓He brings snacks and gets food on the homework.

📓He plays with your hair.

📓And with your bra strap if it’s showing.

📓He will poke your boob if you’re stretching and you get so upset with him.

📓Because he is taller he tries to look down your shirt and see your boobs if he can.

📓When you get really focused he likes to poke your face.

📓And always leans back in his chair.

📓Just be aware he is really dumb and so you will be tutoring him.

📓Oh gosh and if you wear glasses he takes them away and you have to chase him to get them back.

📓Or worse, he teases you about looking like his brother Reiji if you wear glasses.

📓”That’s insulting!” You’d say.

📓He sometimes calls Reiji for help because he doesn’t know what to do.

📓However most times he tries to figure things out with you.

📓He makes the excuse to go on break all the time.

📓Is usually bugging you to spending time with him and ditch studying or to give him your blood.

📓“C’mon, do something for Ore-samma at least.” He’d whine.

📓“No oreo, I’m busy.” You’d answer, trying to read still.

📓“Fine, I’m taking the book away then.” He’d say snatching you textbook from you.

📓“Ayato, stop! I need that.”

📓“Then come chase me for it.” He’d grin.

📓“Ayato I’m not chasing you for a textbook.” You’d cross your arms, glaring at him.

📓“Aww too bad then.”

📓“Fine, then no kisses for you.” You’d state.

📓“Whatever.” He’d brush it off, thinking it wasn’t the worst.

📓“And no boob grab.” You’d say, finally getting him to lower his guard down with the book in his hand.

📓“Hey, hold on a sec--” 

📓“Hah! I got it.” You’d shout, snatching the book away.

📓“Wha--hey, c’mere you little-” He’d grin, tackling you to the floor just to tickle you.

📓“Stop!”

Subaru:

⤵︎School with him:

📓You constantly tell him you have school and he tells you five more minutes each time.

📓At some point he even tells you to go on your own.

📓You of course try to pull him out of his coffin but he is so heavy.

📓This gives him the excuse to pull you in instead.

📓“C’mon Subaru, we have to go to sch---Ahh!” You’d shriek by his hand pulling you into his coffin.

📓“Shut up, and forget school.”

📓It’s usually pretty awkward considering how your body is pushed up against his.

📓So this always gives him the excuse to grab your ass.

📓Sometimes he gets up on his own but it’s pretty rare.

📓Usually you’ll have try to get him out of bed.

📓You’ve thrown water on him before and he’s gotten mad.

📓It’s rare but sometimes you tell him you’re going to shower and for some reason he has the energy to get up because he wants to join you.

📓Tries to be in the room when you change.

📓And will hide your skirt from you.

📓”Subaru I can’t find my skirt.” You’d say, looking around the room.

📓He’d shrug with a grin on his face, “Guess you’re gonna have to go without it.”

📓Being fed up with him, you’d say, “Find. Then give me your pants.”

📓He holds your skirt up high from you so you’re unable to reach it.

📓“Give it back, I have to get dressed.” You’d explain being in only your blouse and underwear.

📓“Then take it.” He’d grin, holding it out to you only to take it back.

📓You’d roll your eyes at him only for him to add, “Wait. First, turn around.” He’d smirk.

📓“No! I need to go to school.”

📓“Alright then, good luck getting this back.”

📓“Ugh fine,” you’d say turning around as he approached the back of you, “Now give it back.”

📓“Okay, here.” He’d grin playing with the seam of your underwear that rests on your ass only to pull it back and have it slap against your skin.

📓“Subaru!”

📓You two usually take the limo and are pretty quiet but he sometimes listens to music and gives you the other earbud.

📓He tries to make excuses to have you sit in his lap.

📓When you get up from a seat he has a habit of pulling your skirt.

📓One time he ripped your skirt, he says it was on accident but you can’t believe him.

📓You were so mad at him that day.

📓And he just took advantage of that by teasing you.

📓“Heh, bet you were hoping I’d rip it more.” He’d smirk.

📓“Shut up!” You’d shout.

📓“I could just rip your shirt and make it even.” He’d add.

📓“Quit it!”

📓He sometimes carries your bag for you but makes fun of the charms you have on it.

📓“Tch, thought only kids had these.”

📓“Shows how old you are.” You’d tease.

📓“Watch it.”

📓If you did your hair, he’s going to mess it up. Like if you put a ribbon in it, he’s going to pull it out.

📓He walks with you at school but never really hand in hand. 

📓He prefers you walk beside him but you sometimes hug one of his arms.

📓Just to annoy him.

📓But he also likes to walk with his arm around your waist or with a hand on your ass.

📓His locker is far away from yours but he comes by and will make fun of your locker if it looks cute or has girly things in it.

📓It would secretly warm his heart/get him cocky if you have a photo of you two in your locker.

📓Likes towering over you and corning you against the lockers.

📓Literally blocks your way to class in the hall cause he’s that annoying.

📓Will fight a guy if he’s hitting on you.

📓He sometimes walks home and doesn’t wait for you.

📓Subaru walks so fast it’s unfair.

📓Literally makes fun of you for being slow and says he’ll suck your blood if you’re too slow.

📓“Not my fault you can’t keep up.”

📓“You have long legs, asshole.”

📓”Heh, and yours are easily opened.”

📓”Shut up!” You’d say playfully hitting him, leaving him to laugh.

📓While walking home, he might even try to ditch you and sneak up behind and give you a scare just to piss you off.

📓If on the way back home there’s a shopping square and you wanna stop by for a while, he’s a little annoyed but doesn’t mind it too much.

📓You make him carry the bags lmao and he can’t help but complain.

📓“I thought we were going home.”

📓“Well yeah, but you’re also gonna play bellhop along the way.”

⤵︎Class with him:

📓He likes to kick your seat and tug at your hair just to annoy you.

📓He stares at you from behind.

📓Subaru is the kind of guy who will stare at you in class but then will look away when you look.

📓He’s literally so annoying he “accidentally” drops his pencil and knows you’ll pick it up.

📓This is all just for him to get a view of your ass

📓In P.E. he watches you stretch or practice dance.

📓And if he’s your partner he makes a lot of comments while he’s helping you stretch.

📓“You know this position makes you look really vulnerable.”

📓”Shut up!”

📓Sometimes during P.E. he likes to mess around and pick you up.

📓“Stop put me down!”

📓He’d literally drop you or act like he would but then he’d stop you from getting hurt.

📓He won’t admit it but he likes giving you a piggyback ride when you walk back home.

📓And he’ll tell you you’re heavy just to make you upset.

📓Calls you pipsqueak if you’re a lot shorter than him and you argue with him.

📓Honestly whenever your mad at him he loves calling you that.

📓He’ll even say it in the hall with other people around, “C’mon pipsqueak, I didn’t mean it.”

📓“Don’t call me that.” You’d frown, walking to your other class.

📓Sometimes he tries to ditch you to make you upset but you usually just find it as a way to do some girl stuff you haven’t been able to do.

📓He passes you notes in class and it usually annoys you or makes you blush.

📓They say things like, “nice ass” or “what color is your bra?”

📓Likes it when the teacher calls you out because after class he can say that you were being a bad girl.

⤵︎Studying with him:

📓Hides your textbook or pencil to keep you from studying.

📓He tells you the only way you’ll get it is through staying over for the night.

📓Always tries to sneak a hand up your skirt and rub your thigh.

📓He especially likes it if you bend down or if you're trying to get a book from a high shelf because he can lift your skirt up.

📓If you’re wearing a low-cut top and you stretch across the table to get something he will just admire the view.

📓He’d literally try to aim his eraser in between your boobs.

📓When you’re reading he likes to come behind you and grope your boobs just to catch you off guard.

📓When you’re trying to write stuff on your paper he likes to pepper your face and neck with kisses, especially if you're ticklish.

📓Literally loves it if you’re ticklish and will poke your sides all the time when you’re trying to figure something out.

📓He will fake yawn when you’re explaining just to get you to glare at him.

📓You doodle on your page and he makes fun of you.

📓“Aww, are you drawing me?” He’d tease.

📓If you are working on the whiteboard or blackboard he can be so annoying so you sometimes write things on the board as a response to him.

📓Hence the photo in the mood board.

📓And he just laughs.

📓When he knows the answer and you don’t he tries to confuse you.

📓You two don’t really get to study.

📓If you bring or make snacks he just steals them from you.

📓He copies your answers since he doesn’t really care.

Kino:

⤵︎School with him:

📓You two are late more than half of the time.

📓And he will blame you and you just glare at him.

📓He wants you to make him lunch and you sometimes do.

But if he makes you mad, you end up making it inedible. Just depends on how mad you are and what he did.

📓Although it is pretty rare you usually tell him to order some from the cafeteria.

📓Ties your shoes, he likes doing it for some reason.

📓Likes listening to some albums with you in the car.

📓And he’ll definitely change the song that you like on purpose.

📓You take his blazer sometimes when you’re cold.

📓He likes to skateboard to school and so you are either learning how to skateboard or you already know how.

📓Would laugh so hard if you fell though. Like, he’d be a total ass about it.

📓And if by chance he caught it on film, he’s fuckin’ posting it.

📓Oh no, dude. He sucks.

📓Because he’s on his smartphone a lot he likes to take videos during your walks and so you’re on his vlogs a lot.

📓“Hey babe, say hi to everyone.”

📓You’d just roll your eyes at him and being fed up with his bs.

📓Likes to ditch school and pressures you to go with him to the skate park or arcade in town.

📓He is always on his phone though and he definitely likes to take photos of the two of you.

📓If you’re mad at him and you walk by him in the hall he will randomly smack your ass to get your attention.

📓“You know I’m still mad at you!”

📓“What? I thought you were over it.”

📓Tries to grab your ass when you two are sitting on a bench.

📓Complains that he hasn’t seen then you in a while but it’s only been an hour since last period.

📓“I haven’t seen you in a while.” He’d whine, giving you a kiss.

📓“Kino, I saw you an hour ago.”

📓Follows you around, even in the girl’s bathroom.

📓“Uh ladies' room, Kino.”

📓He makes out with you to make you late to class.

📓Being his girlfriend means you will be in the principal’s office often.

📓And you usually have to bail him out, but sometimes he gets you in trouble.

📓He takes the blame but he sometimes blames it on you.

📓Like one time the principal caught you two making out in the hall when class was in session and Kino just blamed you.

📓“Sir, it’s all her fault. She was all over me, I couldn’t stop her. I didn’t think it was right to put my hands on a girl either.”

📓You’re honestly so embarrassed you can’t even look at him when he was the one who started it. In fact, you're upset but the principal knows that this is just Kino being an idiot and you’re innocent.

📓In the cafeteria if you guys have some food that he doesn’t like he will rub it on your cheek or nose.

📓Only shares his guava juice with you.

📓Would fling your tray across the room if he saw that the cafeteria was serving sausages.

📓“Kino, that was my food.”

📓“It doesn’t matter, just have my bread.”

📓Gets into food fights with Ayato and they get you involved which is one of the reasons why you get into trouble.

📓If Ayato doesn’t have a girlfriend, Kino likes to piss him off by kissing you in front of him.

⤵︎Class with him:

📓Always gets you in trouble.

📓Makes sure you both get into detention.

📓Plays with your hair.

📓“Stop it.” You’d turn around to slap his hand away.

📓when the teacher hands back tests and he gets a higher score he is very annoying about it.

📓I mean he gets so in your face about it that if you have food nearby you’ll throw it at him.

📓If he’s sitting next to you in class and the desks keep you two very close he tries to touch your ass.

📓While you are focused in class he will carefully untie your shoelaces and have you trip once you get up.

📓This way he has the excuse to catch you and say, “See? What would you do without me?”

📓Other times he’ll have you fall and then help you up.

📓If you’re in class and he’s not there he approaches the window and makes funny faces to try to get you to laugh.

📓He will sometimes mouth perverted things and you flip him off.

📓And it's all fun and games till the teacher asks what’s going on.

📓The teacher does separate you two often because Kino is so annoying that you get distracted and he will continue to pester you even if you’re far away, he will just text you in that case.

📓He literally spams and sexts you too much.

📓If the teacher catches on he makes the excuse that he can’t think without you.

📓“But you don’t understand, I can’t focus without her.”

📓And this just causes you to bury your face in embarrassment.

📓 Afterwards you won’t talk to him when you get out of class.

📓If you have extra curricular activities he will be there to embarrass you.

⤵︎Studying with him:

📓Super obnoxious, rather than studying he’s making vines or scrolling through TikTok.

📓And he tries to include you in them.

📓“Babe, come over here and try this dance with me.”

📓“Kino, seriously?”

📓“C’mon it’ll be fun.” He’d say, hoping to convince you.

📓The only way to get him to study is through putting consequences if he gets the answer wrong.

📓And they have to be sexual to have him get interested.

📓“Ah man, this stuff is lame.”

📓“Yeah, well what if I told you that for every right answer you can do whatever you want?”

📓“So you’re like applying a game to it? Alright, that’s kinda sick, so whenever you make a mistake I get to punish you.”

📓“I didn’t say it was sexual.”

📓“It is now.”

📓He sometimes reads porn magzines instead of studying and you are so annoyed.

📓“Man, I didn’t know you could do this. Hey, take look a this.” He’d say, handing the book to you.

📓“No!” You’d argue, pushing the it away.

📓“What? It’s interesting. C’mon you should really take a look at this.”

📓“No Kino. Gosh, I regret telling you to study. Just play a game.”

📓“But I wanna play with you.”

📓 “Kino!”

📓He honestly can never be silent either, he always wants to talk.

📓Overall, you really can’t study with him.

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Eyes

Dp x Dc Crossover Writing Idea

“Red Robin!”

When he backtracked to find the owner of the voice he was a bit surprised to find a young boy, maybe eight years old if he had to guess, dressed in a red sweatshirt that dwarfed him and a pair of gym shorts that had seen better days.

Not many Gothamites called out to the vigilantes, a silent agreement to stay out of their way and not to look too closely. This kid however stared up at him with bright blue eyes unafraid of getting the Red Robin’s attention.

A fan?

Before he even opens his mouth, the kid gives him a small, hopeful smile, eyes shining with something that reminds him of himself when he was that age and following Batman and Robin with his camera around his tiny neck.

“I brought you a gift,” the boy say with nervous excitement. He enthusiastically swings off the backpack he had on to dig through the contents, taking his eyes off the vigilante and showing his unwavering trust that nothing bad would happen to him while Red Robin was here.

The boy pulls out what appears to be a jar wrapped in newspaper, the worn page ripping in some spots to show the clear glass underneath. Small hands present it like it’s Red Robin’s birthday (which it wasn’t).

He takes it cautiously, the kid hasn’t been hostile but this was still weird, and pulls it closer with enough space so if it’s a bomb it doesn’t blow up in his face.

It’s got weight to it and the slight sloshing tells him it’s filled with liquid. He carefully unwraps the ‘gift’, keeping his eye on the boy who stands waiting anxiously.

Tim almost drops the jar as soon as he sees what’s inside. Only his reflexes from over the years held on and his expression turned neutral.

A pair of eyes sit at the bottom of the jar. The orbs were crudely extracted, tissue floating around them like a mane of hair around a head.

He turns the jar to see the irises and… he knew these eyes. The slimy green is filmed with death, but he recognized these eyes from the number of times the owner locked them onto him, the cruel possessiveness they possessed when they gazed at him. Never again apparently.

Tim doesn’t speak for a while, not knowing what to say, but also thoughts racing too fast to form any proper sentences.

“Do you like it?” The small, nervous voice interrupts those thoughts.

What an innocent question on an equally innocent looking face.

“How did you get Ra’s Al Ghul’s eyes?”

The teasing chatter over the comms immediately hushes into shocked silence.

“I took them from his body, so you knew he was dead. I burned the rest so you don’t have to worry about him coming back again. The Pit there is gone anyway,” the child explains easily, not fazed in the slightest from the words he speaks.

“Grandfather is dead?” He hears Damian whisper over the comm.

So many other questions were flying through Tim’s head. He looks the kid over again.

Black hair and blue eyes. In any other situation the kid might have been a possible Wayne adoptee. He’s not a clone from what he can see though. Despite the coloring he doesn’t really look like any of them. Pale skin like Tim, but has freckles. The same kind of nose as Damian, but wide, round eyes. Jaw kind of like Jason, but his body shape is too narrow. Bright, almost icy blue eyes like Dick, but eyebrow shape is flatter. Lip shape like Bruce, but from the kid’s anxious lip biting he could see the faintest trace of dimples.

“Who are you?” He asks instead of the other million and one questions.

The boy blinks almost like he wasn’t expecting the question. He’s cheeks color pink with blush as he grins widely.

“I’m Danny!” He introduces cheerfully like he didn’t just hand a vigilante a jar of eyes.

“Hi, Danny,” Tim greets almost dumbly. “Want to tell me why you gave me this?”

Danny scoffs his shoe against the pavement in what appears to be embarrassment.

“Well, I know when you ask someone for something, it’s nice to give a gift or something. Like I did something nice for you so maybe you’ll do something nice for me?”

He takes a moment to absorb that child-like reasoning.

“So you want me to do something for you and you thought I would like Ra’s Al Ghul’s eyes in exchange?”

Danny studies him and fidgets with the large sweatshirt sleeve.

“I just thought you would like proof. Like the whole ‘bring me the heart of my enemy’ kind of thing. Do you not like it? I couldn’t just take a picture ‘cuz I didn’t have a camera with me, I know you like photography. I can do something else for you if it’s not enough,” he offers worriedly.

Tim freezes.

“How do you know I like photography?” He demands.

Danny tilts his head curiously.

“Because Tim Drake likes photography,” he says like it’s obvious, “and you’re Tim Drake.”

Well. This is less than ideal.

“Red Robin, take him back to the Cave,” Batman instructs over the comms.

Yeah, he was getting there.

“Do you know the other’s’ identities?”

Danny nods and hums affirmatively. Tim waits.

“Oh! Yea. Batman is Bruce Wayne. Robin is Damian Wayne. Red Hood is Jason Todd. Nightwing is Richard Grey-“

“Okay. That’s enough.”

Tim glances around the empty alley they were standing in, checking to make sure no stray people heard. Luckily they were truly alone.

“Danny, do you want to come back with me?” He asks, but it’s not really a question. The kid was coming back regardless, it would just be better if he went willingly.

Unsurprisingly, the kid lights up like a little sun at the offer.

“Really?” He nearly shouts in excitement.

“Yeah, kid. I parked my bike a few blocks from here. You ever rode a motorcycle before?”

Danny shakes his head, nearly bounding on his toes.

“Not in this lifetime.” And wasn’t that odd wording? “Are we gonna grapple there?”

“Think you can hold on?”

“Yeah!”

He kneels down so the boy can climb onto his back and lock his arms around his neck and hook his feet together around his torso. Danny is worryingly light as he stands.

The kid is the picture of an excited and overeager child as they carefully fly over rooftops and then drive back to the Cave. Even when they park inside the safety of the Batcave, Danny’s eyes are filled with child-like awe and wonder, so curious and chattering with questions and wild imagination. It would be cute, endearing even, if the jar of eyes wasn’t sitting heavily in his pocket.

Alfred came down not too long after their arrival with a tray of healthy snacks and some waters. Danny happily munches on the apple slices as he wanders around where Tim can see him.

The rumble of the Batmobile can be heard almost an hour later after Tim has to tell Danny not to touch the weapons for the fourth time. The kid’s attention is drawn to the sleek black vehicle as it parks by Tim’s bike. He trots over with wide eyes as the doors open and Robin exits, then Batman.

Unfortunately, Dick is in Bludhaven and Jason is visiting Roy and Lian this week. Cass and Steph were gone as well and Duke was sleeping. It was just the three of them and this kid with Alfred as the only buffer.

Danny stares openly, curious, as the duo makes their way over to the computer where Tim has claimed his sit.

Tim turns the jar that he set on the table so the eyes are facing them and slowly leans back again, suddenly very tired. Damian flexes his hands into fists tightly while Batman is very still.

“Hi,” Danny chirps like nothing is wrong, oblivious to the tension in the air.

Batman takes a measured breath. Robin glares down at the child, but remains silent for now.

“Who killed Ra’s Al Ghul?”

Danny blinks blankly.

“Nobody.”

“You’re saying he just dropped dead?” Damian sneered in sarcasm.

“Death took him,” the child says simply as if that explained everything.

“How?” The word is demanded and emphasized.

“Like Death takes everyone. His expiration was overdue.”

Bruce frowns and Damian almost snarls.

“I demand you start making sense!”

Danny glares back in offense.

“I’m being very clear! Maybe you should ask better questions!”

The twelve year old growls at the smaller child and Batman has to place a firm hand on his shoulder to keep him from attacking.

“Danny?” Batman questions after a tense moment.

The boy’s arms are crossed in irritation, but he blinks out of his glare to stare up at the man.

“Yea?”

“How do you know our identities?”

“Oh, memories.”

Danny looked like everything he said made sense and it was driving Tim up a wall.

“Memories,” Bruce repeats.

“Uh-huh,” Danny nods confidently. “From the Lazarus Pit.”

A jolt goes through Tim as he recalls what the boy said earlier about the Pit.

“Didn’t you say the Pit was gone?” He asks before Bruce could continue his line of questioning.

Danny turns with a bright smile as if he was proud Tim remembered.

“Yea! Well, gone from this world anyway.” Tim was concerned. “I took the memories from it before sending it back where it belongs.”

“Okay. How did you know how to ‘take the memories’ and send it back? Back where?”

“I was born from it. Duh. It went back to the Realms or I guess you’d call it the Afterlife,” Danny actually rolls his eyes as if they should already know this.

“Born from it?” Damian asks with a wavering voice, hidden well from the child but not from them. “Nothing has ever been born from the Pits.”

“That you know of.”

And wasn’t that the kicker.

“So, to clarify, you come from the Pits. You know who we are because you took the memories from said Pits. Death took Ra’s because his time was up. And you took the eyes from his corpse to give to me because you thought I would like it as a gift so I would do something for you.”

Danny positively beams.

“This is why you’re my favorite!”

Damian grinds his teeth harshly.

“What is it you want Red Robin to do for you?” Batman asks in strangled hesitation.

“Oh!” Danny perks up like he remembered and hops over to Tim with pleading hands. “Can you please make me an identity? You’re really good at all that stuff and I was hoping you could find me a family. Someone to adopt me. A nice family, with a bed and family dinners and a dog. I always wanted a dog.”

Tim has the sudden urge to scream.

Merry Christmas / Happy Holidays :)

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