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hannieehaee · 2 months

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not sure if you’ve done this before, i’m sorry if you have but svt and their s/o fighting bc of a misunderstanding?

fighting because of a misunderstanding

content: established relationship, mentions of arguments, pettiness, angst but nothing too serious, etc.

wc: 790

a/n: since this was such a general idea i went in a different direction with all of them and how they'd react if you or he had a misunderstanding and then it led to a fight. hope u enjoy <3

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seungcheol -

he seems super stubborn so i think that if he misunderstanding was on his side, he'd try to brush it off and pretend he didn't realize what the issue was. would try and drag it as long as possible due to embarrassment at his mistake, but it'd just create a bigger fight. eventually, though, he'd swallow his pride and admit fault.

jeonghan -

he'd gaslight you the entire argument and end up winning ... just kidding he'd actually be really open to admitting his faults and excusing you in your own T-T even if it had all been caused bc of a misunderstanding he'd still be willing to talk it through and resolve it. would NEVER go to bed if u guys hadnt resolved things.

joshua -

he's so annoyinjwhdjsks i think he'd be super annoying in fights so he'd take any bit of ammunition he could get. whether the misunderstanding was on his part or not, he'd still somehow argue it to his advantage. if things got out of hand, he'd wave the white flag and call a truce.

jun -

just confused the whole time. had he missed something or done something without realizing? his first instinct would be to be apologetic (even if he didnt fully understand how this argument had come to be). if he at some point realized either you or him had simply misunderstood the other, he'd just let it go, being content that you had already resolved it.

soonyoung -

lol i think he'd immediately act like wounded puppy the moment he realized that a fight had formed between the two of you. would do gymnastics in his head trying to figure out how you got here, only to realize that it had all been due to some misunderstanding between the two of you. he wouldnt care who was to blame, he'd just take responsibility if it meant the two of you could cuddle again.

wonwoo -

he's so in touch with his emotions and such an empathetic soul that i cant even imagine a fight breaking out with him, even if it was caused by a misunderstanding. like jeonghan, he'd be super open to talking it out and would never try to antagonize you during fights. had it all been caused by a misunderstanding, he'd still be very calm and understanding about it all, even taking blame if necessary.

jihoon -

gives me the vibe that he'd rather ice you out than actually get into a fight. this would, of course, only make things worse. he'd stand his ground, though, convincing himself that it'd be better to wait for you to go to him. after a few days of silence for both sides, he'd realize his mistake and have to crawl back to you with an apology.

seokmin -

would be so disheartened at the concept of fighting in the first place lol. he'd be willing to get on his knees to stop whatever argument was going on. he'd take on the blame of any misunderstanding if it made you happy.

mingyu -

another wounded puppy. would pout and whine and not really take the fight seriously, just wanting things to go back to normal so that he could hold you. would apologize for any fault of his and entice you into forgetting about whatever misunderstanding had come up.

minghao -

not sure if this is an unpopular opinion but i feel like he might be a lil bit stubborn when it comes to arguments. he might let his emotions get the best of him (he's a scorpio ..) and need some time to cool off before having a productive conversation. he'd have to hold himself back a bit in the case of a misunderstanding but would still never be mean nor disrespectful during fights.

seungkwan -

if for some reason you had picked a fight with him due to a misunderstanding on your part, he'd never let you live it down. would bring this up in future arguments (lightheartedly obviously!!) to give himself an advantage in any fight. would claim you had a previous record of being wrong.

vernon -

he's too chill to ever get into a serious fight. he'd be willing to admit fault pretty easily, but he'd also stand his ground when necessary. whenever a misunderstanding came up, he'd try to be the voice of reason and be open to criticism.

chan -

lol have you seen him when he banters with his members? he never backs down and he'd give you the same treatment. would argue til the end, even if things ended up getting a bit heated. in the end, though, he would calm down and understand that misunderstandings such as these needed to be taken care of with more tact and would apologize if he got too intense.

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n3ptoonz · 5 months

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Hi I’m a bit embarrassed to say this lol, that’s why I’m anonymous. Can you please write headcanons for Bi Han, Liu Lang, Geras, Tomas and Raiden with someone who uh, really really likes to suck their cockk 🫣

😳

i sure as hell can anon🫦

explicit content under the cut

Sub-Zero

knowing bi han stubborn ass he's gonna claim it gets in the way whenever you ask more often than not, but as soon as he picks up on your fixation...you can literally do no wrong

most times he takes control, other times the dome is so overwhelmingly good he grunts constantly and gets lightheaded, but don't tell nobody 🤫

you'd be surprised with the amount of praise he gives you. it would even go to point of him noticing differences and similarities between present and past with how skilled you were. leave it up to him to make everything into fighting terms (he doesn't know how to express his emotions give him a moment😹)

Liu Kang

at a loss for words tbh. he knew you loved getting intimate with him but specifically giving him oral caught him off guard. this is only bc he's used to being dominant and making sure your pleasure comes first that he's like woah, you're quite eager there 😲

he wouldn't be one to deny you though. in a way he's still prioritizing your pleasure since you are indeed receiving it from giving him head, and was not one to ever complain!

he's not one to have or show his ego, but damn, the lewd sounds that come from your mouth and the sight of you clearly enjoying yourself does make him feel like the luckiest god there is. to have you all to himself in this portion of his lifetime is the absolute highlight and he'll never forget it

Geras

ik geras isn't some giant monster man but he absolutely has a giant monster co-

you can barely even reach past the middle, and you want to keep doing that? okay, he thinks, by all means do what makes you both happy in the end

secretly worried for your jaws and sometimes your throat. he's gonna keep asking if you're okay and would prob be very confused/concerned if tears started falling from trying to take all of him. you gotta explain it's all part of the process and you enjoy it. he might not ever understand everything about mortals, but he sure loves the pleasure while he learns

Smoke

i 1000% believe that tomas is super sensitive around his dick. like, regular sex is already one thing. but...superb head from you? he MIGHT just die

theoretically speaking you wouldn't be able to pin him down while you suck him off but a girl can dream, let's throw logic out the window real quick. he'd lose his fucking mind and start muttering praises in czech

he does prefer to pleasure you BUT who would he be to say no to you?? he gets bomb head on a regular basis and a hot partner to do it. he wouldn't even have time to ask you for it because you keep telling him you will/you want to. if you really bout it, you'll discover he'd definitely be into getting oral in a secluded public space like the bathroom or training room

Raiden

like i always say, he may come off as a shy cutie (which he is) BUT when that dark side comes out it's over

i feel like he's a switch. so, whenever you ask if you can do a lil vacuum action it always starts the same way, but never ends the same way

it starts with him shyly agreeing letting you do your thing then bam, he either starts pushing your head down more and makes you go at the pace he wants OR you're just too good and make him squirm, buck, whine, and tremble. it's always a gamble but hey, i like these odds, don't you? you two equally go back and forth with pleasuring each other and he even worries he'd get selfish but like who cares mf im tryna hear you 😮‍💨

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pseudowho · 6 months

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Infiltration, Chapter Five: Breaking Point

Nanami Kento and the reader must pretend to be married to infiltrate a deadly Curse-user cult and take it down from the inside.

*SMUT/NSFW/18+ BEGINS HERE*

A slow-burn fic with fluff/comfort, angst, smut and heroics from our favourite salaryman.

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Your mind, body and soul had ached for Kento for so long, that falling, pliant and supple, into his hands and mouth, was instinctual. Your hands grabbed his lapel and hair fiercely, desperately, as you tasted his tongue, minty and warm against yours. An involuntary moan climbed out of you and Kento drank it down, grappling your body against his, as eager as you to feel unadulterated contact between your bodies.

You were so drunk on each other, you forgot that you were supposed to be acting. As the cupboard door swung open with a creak and a crack as it hit the wall, your lips parted with a wet pop, both of you blinking in the daylight as the elderly librarian spluttered at you, ears reddening, hands on his hips.

"What are you doing in here?" he boomed, as you squeaked and rushed to cover yourself up. Kento pushed a hand through his hair, sheepish, glancing between you and the librarian, as if you'd offer him a get-out clause.

"I told you he'd find us," you squeaked at Kento, still reeling, only half-acting. Kento looked a little smug in his humiliation, smiling at the librarian with a loose, embarrassed laugh.

"I'm, uh...I'm sorry, sir," Kento offered, teenagerish, tie and trousers still undone, lips pink and slightly swollen as he bowed deeply. You had turned to face the back of the cupboard with your face in your hands, mortification and arousal still thumping through your veins in equal measure. The librarian bristled, prudish and cross. He looked sternly down at the back of Kento's head.

"Names?" he demanded. Kento shared your alter-egos with practiced ease. The librarian stuttered again, "Mr. and Mrs. Tsuda? From the, uh...from the...from the..." he trailed off, deflating. He huffed, moustache-hairs fluffing out.

"Just came in here for a bit of, uh...a bit of hanky panky, did you?"

"We uh...we thought it would be...funny, sir," Kento mumbled weakly. His hands were folded over his lap in apparent subjugation, but he felt his semi-erect cock remain, almost confused, as if wondering which way to go between humiliation and arousal.

"Yes, well..." the librarian continued, still deflating, now wagging a finger at you and Kento, "...go and find somewhere else for your...your...shenanigans," he finished weakly. Kento offered him another smile, sincere and grateful as he bowed again. The librarian couldn't help but smirk as he rubbed his beard, two young lovers caught in the act in his cupboard.

"Yes, yes, well...I do remember myself and my wife couldn't keep our hands off each other, either," he and Kento shared a laugh as you shot Kento a furious look.

Kento pulled his arm around you as you left, still absolutely baking with embarrassment and stunned by the kiss. You could barely remember the walk back to your little house, Kento's arm feeling unnaturally warm against you, your shirts both rumpled, silent, unspoken words weighing heavily in both of your chests.

Kento let you through the door first and you practically ran to the bathroom; by the time Kento had closed and locked the door, the bathroom door slammed shut in his face. Kento had a moment to evaluate what had just happened- a sordid flurry of emotions, your body, soft against his, and most of all, how eagerly you had kissed him back, just enough for him to hope beyond hope--

Kento pressed his head against the wall, tortured, still buzzing from the raw adrenaline, before dropping to his haunches, holding onto the doorframe, rocking his forehead against the wall as he swore rhythmically to himself.

You slammed the bathroom door, gasping and tearful before leaning over the sink, aggressively splashing your face with cold water. The kiss had been too real, you thought, your mind chaotic with a flurry of unasked and unanswered questions. There is no going back from that, you thought, solemn, convicted. Even Kento wasn't that good an actor...was he? Face in your hands, you recalled how urgently you had kissed Kento back, mortification deepening at how badly you had given yourself away if Kento didn't feel the same.

Breathing in a shaky breath, you released it in a slow, trembling puff through pursed lips. Desperate for distraction, you reached for your notebook and pager, sending a series of abbreviated messages, of details of the outlying cult members sent for recruitment. A few minutes passed after you sent your last message, and the pager buzzed; a brief message of confirmation from Ijichi was a small balm, satisfied, at least, that you were still fulfilling your task.

You jumped as knuckles tapped the bathroom door. Kento called your name, soft, apologetic. You didn't respond; a pregnant pause.

"I'll...I'll give you your space. I'm so sorry." Your heart climbed into your mouth at Kento's apology, and the words you wanted to speak stuck on your tongue; don't be sorry, just tell me that was real. Your throat constricted as you heard brisk footsteps, and the front door opening and closing with a bang.

Wiping your nose and eyes with still trembling hands, you sniffed, tumbling out of the bathroom door, "Ken--"

Your shout cut short, feeling Kento's cursed energy taper away from the house. Eyes pricking with tears, you hiccuped back a sob, feeling so lost without him there, your candle in the dark.

Kento found himself on the tiny arched bridge over the stony river. The sun was setting on the short day, and he shivered with the chill, nerves frayed as the adrenaline began to wear off. All he was left with now, was regret that you'd always believe that his first kiss might always be an act, a lie. Even his thrill at your reciprocity was dulled, knowing that he had forced your hand, feeling a roiling nausea that he had pressed himself on you so aggressively. Kento leaned into his palms, elbows resting on the bridge, groaning his misery away.

After several minutes of profound soul-searching, you and Kento had both reached the same conclusion, the only way to repair the damage; you had to share how you really felt.

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"Will it work?" Father Tatsu growled, barely visible in the faint candlelight, barely audible over the groaning of the beast. Father Shinzu shook his head, sweating, deep in concentration as his Cursed technique strained against its limits.

"The mind is willing, but the flesh is...the vessel, she...she is not enough," Father Shinzu gasped, falling to all-fours from his knees. Father Tatsu sneered, casting a glare to the vessel, knelt before Father Shinzu at the edge of the writhing pit.

"The goddess, she...she must be split," sobbed Father Shinzu, "help me, Tatsu-- she is not stable--"

Father Tatsu clenched his fists before grabbing his brother by the shoulders, shaking his wretched body; "Apply yourself," he growled in Father Shinzu's ear, "for once in your life." Father Shinzu groaned, coughing, blood spattering on the floor beneath his mouth with his enormous final exertion.

The ground between the pit and the vessel cracked like a gunshot, buckling upwards. The vessel shrieked an inhuman shriek, ringing through the chamber in the dark. The pit writhed its last, stilling at the crescendo of a devastating groan. The trees around the Shrine withered and blackened. The grass curled and browned. Death trickled through the seams of the earth beneath the pit, pulsing through veins of rock and root.

Everything and everyone stilled between two heartbeats, life hung on a thread...until with a heave of effort and one final crack through the gloom, the goddess gasped the first breath of life in her vessel, born anew.

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Kento arrived home with cold night air and sprinkles of snow flurrying off his coat. Kicking off his shoes and jacket, his jaw and shoulders were set in a determined line; you had to know how he felt. Calling your name, he walked through the kitchen, and feeling a waft of cool air from the living room, he walked through to see you.

His rehearsed speech disappeared as he saw you with your back to the door, in the onsen, in nothing but a wet white towel. your elbows leaned on the rocky edge of the pool, your chin perched stop your hands. Kento's eyes wandered to the gentle slope of your shoulders, the soft tapering of your neckline down the curve of your back-- his mind wandered to other, more illicit places. His voice caught in his throat as, with a gentle swish of water, you turned and caught his eye.

A few moments passed where you and Kento simply stared at each other, mouths working soundlessly, blushes creeping up on you both, before Kento cleared his throat, his mouth set in a grim line.

Kento bowed deeply to you, not standing up as he spoke; "Please forgive me." Your brain short-circuited as you frowned, now turning to Kento.

"Kento, there's nothing to apologise fo--"

He interrupted, continuing, determined; "Mission requirements or not, I took advantage of you, and made you uncomfortable. It was grotesquely unprofessional. I completely understand if you need to abandon the mission and go--"

"Kento. Stop." Kento stayed in a bow, too captivated by what you were about to say, "You...did what you had to do. And it was...fine. It was better than fine. You're a-- a-- you're...a good kisser." You finished weakly. Kento stood, face neutral and serious, but with a playful glimmer in his eye.

"So...assault is okay...if the assailant kisses well?" You turned, burying your face into the wall as you laughed, the awkwardness now slightly broken. Kento found his usually legendary bravery breaking, suddenly unable to find the words to tell you how he felt. He began to gently excuse himself.

"No, wait! Please, Kento. Stay. I hate it when you leave." You cursed yourself for sounding so desperate, so needy. Then, Kento spoke, and you felt time stop for a moment.

"I don't have to leave, ever...if...if you like." You remained silent, but now that Kento had started he couldn't stop, snowballing, "Before you were gone for three months, I told myself we had to get to know each other better. I'd already planned our first date, if...if you had said yes."

Your heart leapt into your throat. The rest of your life to come sat on a knife's edge and you felt both as light as a feather, and dangerously at risk of falling, all at once. You felt that your very ability to ever feel joy again rested on Kento's next words.

"But now..." Kento continued, slow, thoughtful. You felt yourself teetering as dread crept up your body, and tears pricked in your eyes. When Kento spoke again, you broke, a sandcastle being washed away by the waves.

"Now... I know that if I never get to kiss you like that again, I'll be haunted every day and night for the rest of my life."

A single, gulping, enormous sob heaved out of your body. Months and months of restrained longing, of fervently wanting something-- someone -- so much better than you had ever dreamt of having, swept out of you, and you burst into wracking tears, your face in your arms, and your back to Kento.

Appalled, needing to hold you, Kento made towards the onsen-- "Oh no-- shit-- please don't cry" -- and without any thought other than you, he climbed into the onsen with a splash, wading towards you and pulling you into his arms, wet shirt clinging to his chest.

You babbled, apologising through sobs, trying to control yourself.

"Kento, your suit!"

"Fuck my suit." Kento pulled you tightly to him, his broad palm cupping the back of your head, fingers in your hair, one strong arm around your waist. You stopped crying almost as quickly as you had begun.

"I'm sorry, I'm just-- I'm just so relieved, I thought it was just me--"

Kento looked down at you shrewdly, eyes narrowed, "I fail to see how it wasn't obvious."

"Well, you're so kind, I just thought you-- you--"

"...that I'm a stuttering mess with everyone?"

You sniffed, wiping your eyes with a laugh. Whatever had held him back before had completely dissipated, and you felt yourself melt as Kento stroked your cheek, looking at you like you had hung the stars. You pressed your cheek into his hand, sinking into his amber eyes.

"Please, just...kiss me again, Kento."

He didn't need to be told twice. Corded forearm tightening around your waist, and his fingers gently pulling your jaw towards him, Kento's lips pressed to yours so softly at first that you barely felt it at all. Pulling away slightly and tipping his head to the other side, as if trying to commit every curve of your lips to memory, he kissed you again, firmer this time, and he felt the world fall at his feet as you sighed into his mouth and wound your arms around his neck.

Countries could have been falling to war around you and Kento, and you would have remained completely lost in each other, kisses becoming deeper and needier as you pulled at his wet shirt, fingers unashamedly exploring the planes and cords of his shoulders. Kento felt your fingers burn into him, unreasonably irritated by his wet shirt blocking him from feeling your skin. You moaned into his mouth as he nipped at your lower lip.

Kento felt a primitive urgency rush through him at your sweet little moan, and he had to actively fight against the urge to rip your wet towel from your body. With a shudder, Kento pulled away, eyes squeezed closed with a frown as he pressed his forehead to yours, trying to control his breathing.

Opening his eyes slowly, and seeing yours stare into him, glassy and drunk, Kento rubbed his nose gently against yours, trying desperately to restrain himself. His hands betrayed him as they glossed against the curve of your hips beneath the water, trembling in need as he stopped himself from digging his fingers into the plushness of you, so exotic compared to his own body.

"We should stop," he rumbled, his voice crushed velvet on steel, low and slow. When your lips wandered to Kento's jaw and neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against his thrumming pulse, Kento growled to feel your tongue graze against his throat, completely unable to hide his arousal now with your body pressed flush against his. Kento coughed your name, urgent. You answered with a hum, your fingers now starting to work at the buttons of his shirt.

"If you keep going-- I won't be able to stop-- I..."

"Then don't stop." Kento moaned into your mouth, all inhibition stripped away as he held your jaw, sinking his tongue into your mouth, tasting you as your fingers worked hurriedly at Kento's shirt, the palms of your hands pressing greedily against his chest when his shirt floated away through the hot, cloudy water. Steam swirled atop the water, and lapped against Kento as he moved you against the wall, knee raised and pressed between your legs to hold you there.

Kento groaned as your fingers grazed against his nipples, panting as your eyes drank him in, hungry for what you had craved for so long. Not breaking eye contact, Kento brushed his fingers questioningly over where your towel was tucked in over your breasts. You pressed your hand over Kento's, deliberately looping his finger inside your towel to brush against the cleavage between your breasts; one soft swipe of his finger had your towel falling open, and you shivered as Kento's gaze dropped to your breasts, tongue darting out to wet his lips as his fingers gently rolled your plump nipples between them.

You shuddered, a breathy sigh escaping you, and Kento felt you rock your hips against his thigh. Leaning down to take your breast into his mouth, Kento pressed your hips down onto his thigh, rocking them gently back and forth against the roughened material of his wet trousers. You keened, a high whining noise which punched through Kento's chest like a bullet. He had to hear more, and he continued to rock your hips on his thigh as he played your body like an instrument, his tongue flicking eagerly against your nipple as he sucked it into the wet heat of his mouth.

You floated above yourself, your pleasure taking you off the ground as you lolled, pliable and weightless in Kento's arms. Your hips followed his hand's instructions now, and you rolled against his thigh, Kento's eagerly awaited attentions alone bringing you halfway to orgasm. Your fingers pressed little crescents against his chest as your nails dug in, eyes squeezed shut as you felt the embers of your pleasure burning through you, desperate to reach your peak.

"Look at me," Kento spoke, gravelly with lust as he watched you fall apart in his arms, "I have to know how you look when you cum." You opened your eyes, face slack with pleasure, and Kento studied you as your hips began to stutter.

"Please Kento-- I--" Kento understood, moving your hips fervently against his thigh and you trembled and whimpered, clutching at him as your eyes threatened to close again. Kento leaned in fast, lips pressed against yours as he growled, urgent and authoritative.

"Look at me." Your eyes snapped open as you came with a cry, Kento memorising your agonised blissful face and praises of him as you rode through your pleasure, his hands still rolling your hips against him.

Kento's hand pressed down into the water to squeeze himself, his cock solid and weeping pre-cum inside his wet trousers, and he stressed, his voice tight and urgent, "I haven't-- I didn't bring any protection."

"Don't need it," you insisted, breathless and brisk, and you lifted yourself on Kento's shoulders as you kicked his thigh downwards out of the way, and your supple legs raised your feet to his hips, hooking his trousers between your toes and forcing them down over his hips. Kento gulped, obscenely turned on by your oddly creative flexibility. Kento stripped his boxers, his cock relieved of its confines as he pressed you back to him, high on the prickling delight of your skin against his.

Your hand pressed flat against Kento's abdomen, ecstatic with the electric twitches of his muscles beneath your palm, and how he looked to you, desperate and needy, as he held your hand against him. Shaking and desperate, Kento urged your hand downwards, grunting with pleasure as your fingertips grazed over his neatly trimmed hair and against the base of his cock.

Needing to feel him in your grip, your hand slowly encircled Kento's erection, marvelling at its length and girth, and the strange duality of the silky skin over woody hardness. Kento held his breath as he felt your fingers around him, dreamy lights popping in his vision, groaning lowly as you started to move, stroking him firmly, squeezing slightly at the tip.

Kento's arms caged you against the wall as you eagerly pleasured him beneath the surface of the water, thrusting forwards into your hand, jolting as the edge of your palm grazed his balls, tight and heavy against him. His head was swimming with fulfilled fantasies and he moaned and whimpered, white-knuckled with ecstasy as he gripped the rocky wall behind you. Feeling his orgasm creep up his thighs and back, Kento gripped your hand with a hoarse groan.

"Please. Not like this-- inside you-- please--" Holding onto his biceps, you wrapped your legs around Kento's hips and waist as he threw his abandoned shirt on the wall behind your back, protecting you from the harsh stone wall. Forehead to forehead again, Kento committed you, like this, to memory as he lined his cock up with your entrance, taking a few moments to glide his long fingers appreciatively between your perfect folds.

"I love you," he urged, sinking slowly into your pussy with a low groan, "more than you could ever know."

Your eyes pricked with tears again, heart and body so perfectly full as Kento bottomed out with a shuddering gasp, wanting beyond want to feel you exquisitely close to him, joined and necking softly in delight.

Slowly, meticulously, Kento began rolling his hips against yours, and his gentle ministrations had you reeling as you felt every ridge, every inch of his cock slipping through you. Kento buried his face in your neck, with low, steamy huffs against your throat with each thrust, determined to let his pleasure build slowly.

Yours did not; lost in the eroticism of finally feeling him inside you, you urged your hips against his, matching your movements until you felt his tip kiss against your cervix, chasing the sensation with whimpers and cries. Kento plaited his fingers with yours beneath the water, thrusting into you hard and slow, not sure how long he could last after wanting you for so long.

Feeling your belly clench with pleasure, you came, shuddering weakly, clutching Kento close. Feeling your pussy flutter and squeeze around him, pulling him in, Kento followed you into your orgasm as he came, thick ropes of his seed filling you deeply, Kento fearing nothing of the consequences, as long as you could be his until the day he died.

Panting and spent, both letting the water hold you as you held each other, you kissed Kento's closed, fluttering eyelids adoringly; "I love you, Nanami Kento. I always have. You deserve everything good in this world."

Kento could have wept, brimming with pride over the privilege of holding the enormity of your adoration in the palms of his hands.

Snuggling into his neck, you whispered to Kento; "Can you tell me?"

"Tell you what?" He mumbled, nose in your hair.

"About our first date that you planned."

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arminsumi · 7 months

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two freaks

CHOSO ちょうそう

note : choso crack lol. i love him.

synopsis : you and choso have been the weirdest, freakiest, off-beat duo since the very beginning. your chemistry with each other thoroughly confuses the people around you. just two freaks in freaky love with each other.

warnings : 🔞 some suggestive content, mentions weed/getting high, unedited

no one knows how you and choso started dating. it's a mystery of the universe.

because you and him were always like mismatched socks. and yet you ended up together, for some reason. hell, even when you and choso were just friends you made an inside joke with each other;

"i have a type and you're not it." you'd joke.

"yeah i could never date you, either." choso would joke back.

if one of you accidentally flirted with the other, then you'd laugh and accuse each other of being horny.

"you're horny." you'd say.

"no i'm high."

"i thought you were choso?"

"no i'm your man."

"shit alright, let's get married."

your friends would sometimes overhear this and pull a funny face.

("are you guys crazy or high?")

"bitch, we're both."

you and choso met each other one day at an instrument store. you were accompanying a friend, they were choosing a guitar to gift someone — or whatever it was. anyways, so you were there lingering.

"you listen to the smiths?" choso scrunched his nose up.

"what's that face for! the smiths are great!"

so you and choso stood there, arguing about music. your friend just let you two be and snickered with the store's staff, who knew choso well because he practically lived in the store with how much he visited.

you visited that music store a lot and met choso over and over again, probably for a year before even exchanging numbers. neither of you were interested in each other, and you always argued about music... or at least it seemed like that to everyone else.

you and choso had an underlying comedy to each argument — yes obviously the both of you knew it was not that serious. choso just enjoyed debating music with you and was excited that someone finally debated back. sometimes he disagreed with your opinions even if he agreed, it became an inside joke.

"i like... (artist)" you'd say and then choso would shift his shoulders and lift his chin and reply with "oh, well now i can't like them if you like them. i refuse to associate with you." and you two would laugh.

the music store's staff genuinely thought you two were high every time you spoke, but at the time choso had a rule of never getting high and going in public because he'd embarrassed himself too many times.

sometimes you'd have a spontaneous hang out with choso. because he was spontaneous and you aspired to be.

one time, he said something unexpected when he lit up a blunt. you and him were loitering by a fast food restaurant's drive-thru.

"you know, i like the chemistry between our souls. i think we must have known each other in a past life."

"do you think we were also freaks in our past lives?"

he laughed and nodded, rubbing his watery eye when smoke got into it.

"we were definitely freaks."

"well, i also think our souls have got good chemistry. our souls are freaky."

"yeah, freaky souls."

you and him stared at each other. he seemed high but the rush hadn't even kicked in yet, so it must have been just because of your company.

"yo..." he cooed awkwardly. "sorry, didn't mean to stare." he mumbled something like that and looked away.

"eyes are the gateway to the soul. were you trying to perve on my soul?" you joked.

"yeah, i totally just perved on your soul." he laughed.

on that day, you distinctively remember talking to choso about how you two would be the last people to ever date. and he replied with some joke about "what if it were the apocalypse and we had to breed for repopulation purposes?" (how did you reply? he can hardly remember, all he knows is that he blushed at your reply until his cheeks burned.)

and then a year after knowing each other you were making out violently in his car after some friendofafriend's party. maybe you kissed him because he charmed you by playing the guitar earlier that night — he looked hot doing it, with his hair down, plectrum in between his teeth as he tuned it.

too many times have people scrunch up their noses in confusion when you and choso act like a couple.

whenever they ask;

"oh, are you two dating?"

with a weird attitude in their voice, you and choso troll them;

"no, we're partners in crime."

"yeah i do the killing and she gets rid of the evidence then we make out violently in the back seat of my car."

they look like they regret asking anything about you two. clearly you and choso were freaks.

people in your friend group make jokes all the time about how choso's in it for the pussy and you're in it for the weed.

"no actually i've been cutting back on my pussy consumption." choso replies with a face so plain that you could take him seriously.

"oh i been hittin' that blunt from the back lately i just can't get enough of it."

you completely confuse the people around you and troll them just for amusement. but truly you and choso do get fed up sometimes. it's sickeningly repetitive.

sometimes choso gets snappy, especially if it's a guy asking you;

"that's your boyfriend?"

"yeah that's her boyfriend." choso clenches his jaw and steers you into his arms.

ah, and his most classic response;

"are you her boyfriend?"

"no, i'm her wife."

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This is fictional work.

#choso #choso kamo #choso fic #jjk #jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen #choso x reader #choso kamo x reader #choso fluff #choso jjk #kamo choso #choso x you #jjk x reader #fluff #x reader #jjk fluff #drabble #female reader

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kibblz-n-bitz · 8 months

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Unabashed

Summary: Luffy wants you. He isn't afraid to tell you, either.

Warnings: Needy Luffy, rough sex, biting, breeding, I'm just really horny for this guy ok i'm practically writing this half asleep, NOT beta read

"I want you."

The statement made you choke on the drink you had lifted to your mouth. You coughed and sputtered as Luffy stared at you. There was no embarrassment or shame laced into his features. He'd said it so casually, as if complimenting the weather or Sanji's cooking.

The two of you had been helping Franky move some supplies into the storage room. You'd just finished moving the last set of boxes and were sitting in the room, relaxing with your captain with a drink Sanji had bought you. He ignored Luffy's pleas for one, so the two of you were sharing the fizzy beverage.

You were giggling at some joke Luffy had made before he paused and stared at you. He had tilted his head, almost as if he was confused, before confessing to you. Without missing a beat, Luffy leaned down to wrap his lips around the straw from the cup that was still in your hand. You blinked, dumbfounded.

"L-Luffy, what do you mean?"

"I feel all funny whenever I'm around ya. Down here." He took your other hand, bringing it to his lower abdomen. You could feel his muscles twitch underneath your palm. He was warm. "And it means that I want ya."

Heat rushed to your cheeks. How your captain was able to say something so bold without batting an eye, you'd never know. But this is Luffy you were talking about. It's not much of a surprise, either. You looked down to where your hand rested on Luffy's stomach. You bit your lip, thinking for a moment.

"Lets... take this somewhere else."

With that, you grabbed his hand and led him to the girls cabin. It was the middle of the day, so luckily Nami and Robin were out on the ship. Luffy giggled as you dragged him into the room, before slamming the door and locking it. The moment you had him in the room, you pushed him up against the door.

"Are you sure?" Your lips were inches away from his. But you needed to hear it. Luffy snorted.

"'Course I am."

You surged forward, planting your lips on his. Luffy grunted into your mouth as you brought a hand to tangle in his hair. It was surprisingly soft. His hands landed on your hips, squeezing ever so slightly. You sighed into his mouth as he led you backward. The back of your knees hit your bed. You pulled away from your captain, placing a gentle hand on his chest.

"W-wait." You pushed him backward, much to Luffy's dismay. He pouted at you and you giggled. "Just lemme get undressed, okay?"

Realization dawned on your captain. He nodded and went to remove his own clothes too, placing his straw hat on your night table. His top was easy to remove (since his shirt was open all the time), but his leg got caught in his denim shorts, causing him to stumble a bit. He finally righted himself with an aha! By the time he looked up, you were already naked, blinking up at him.

"Take what you need from me, Captain."

Luffy grinned like a madman, jumping into bed with you unceremoniously. You laughed as his actions caused the bed to sway and you both ended up in a tangle of limbs. It was silly and so Luffy, you had known getting into bed with a man like him would be fun. You had liked him the moment you'd joined the crew. This felt like a dream come true, in the arms of the man you'd been thirsting over for so long.

With a giggle your hands grabbed Luffy's face, bringing his lips to yours once more. He groaned, rutting his hips into you. He needed to be inside of you so badly. You giggled, taking one of his hands from where it was clenched in the pillow beside your head. You brought it down between your legs.

"Gotta warm me up first, captain."

You weren't sure how experienced your captain was. The man hardly ever showed interest in people, at least not in a sexual way. You'd heard of beautiful women courting him, only to be turned down with a smile and nonchalant, "no thanks!" But regardless, he seemed to get the picture. His eyes lit up and he kissed you, before nuzzling into your face and neck. His index finger swiped through your folds.

"You're so wet, Y/N." Luffy breathed, licking and sucking at your neck. His finger circled you clit a few times, and he giggled as you squirmed. His tongue traced your collarbone as he plunged his finger inside you.

You whined, gripping his hair. He pumped in and out of you for a few moments, curling ever so often. You could tell he was being careful, it was like he would try a different angle and listen for your reaction before continuing. When he added a second finger you let out a whimper.

"M-more, Luffy. please."

Without skipping a beat a mouth sealed over your nipple at the same time his finger curled inside of you. You moaned, squirming against the boy. His fingers fucked you deeper, harder. His other hand came to play with your other nipple. Your head rolled against the pillow and Luffy bit and sucked your chest. God, you couldn't even imagine the way you'd look in the mirror tomorrow. It was too much, and not enough at the same time. You needed more.

"Fuck! Luffy," You panted and tugged his head off of your chest. He had been humping against your leg and drooling all over your chest. You didn't want him losing himself before he had the chance to fuck you.

"C-can I put it inside ya now? Please?" Luffy whined, nuzzling against your face and rutting himself in between your folds. You kissed him, biting his lip and reveling in the whimper he let out.

"Yes captain. Fuck me, please." You sighed against his lips. Luffy groaned and pushed forward, pushing his cock into you. Your moans bounced off the walls of the cabin. Huffing, Luffy withdrew his hips before pushing back into you. His movements were a little stiff, too calculated, like he was trying to gauge your reaction first. He was fighting the urge to bury himself into you over and over, so as to not hurt you.

"I-is this okay, Y/N?"

You smiled, wrapping your legs around the boy hovering over you. You kissed the scar underneath his left eye and took his face in your hands.

"Let go, Luffy. It's okay. I can handle it, I promise" You peppered reassuring kisses to his face, causing him to giggle. He nodded and wrapped his arms around you, angling your hips a little higher. His face buried into your neck as his hips moved faster, deeper, fucking into you like his life depended on it.

You moaned and held onto your captain's shoulders. You were certain that any one of your crewmates walking past the door could tell what was going on inside the cabin by now. Luffy moaned and whined, drooling all over your neck and shoulder. He was moving purely on instinct, length pushing against your cervix with every thrust.

"Ya feel so good Y/N," Luffy had huffed after a particularly harsh thrust. "So- ngh haa- so warm n' wet."

His words made you clench down on him, earning a moan from the both of you. He rutted against you wildly, moving purely on instinct. He would grind against the deepest parts of your body before thrusting, shallow, like he couldn't stand to be outside of you for more than a few seconds.

"C-close- Luffy!" You gasped, writhing in his arms. He whined as you tightened and fluttered around his length. His hand snuck down to rub at your clit, trying so desperately to feel you tighten around him again. You cried out, hands scrabbling at your captain's back and back arching off of the mattress. Your orgasm spurred Luffy into his own, as his thrusts seem to trip and stumble after pressing himself as deep as he possibly could inside of you.

You both gasped for air as you cam down from your highs. Luffy sighed and kissed you again, bringing you back from your daze. It was good. He was definitely slobbery, but you didn't mind. Luffy was passionate and wild and you loved him. So when he rolled off of you to lay beside you, you smiled at him before pressing your body against his. He accepted you happily, wrapping his body around you immediately.

"So, how was it?" You giggled against his lips.

"It felt amazing, Y/N! Can we do it again?" He beamed at you. You smiled.

"Later, Luffy. Right now I just want to hold you."

"OK!"

A few seconds went by in a comfortable silence before you looked up at Luffy to find him looking down at you, a lazy smile spread across his face. You sighed, rolling your eyes. You tried to fight the smile wiggling onto your face as you hooked a leg over your captain before rolling on top of him. Luffy burst out laughing. Once again you rolled your eyes before pressing a kiss to his giggling lips.

"I spoil you too much, y'know that?"

#I am so tired it is nearly 2am #but i NEEDED to finish this or else i would've imploded #I hope u guys enjoy :D #cus i did #anyways goodnight #luffy x reader #luffy smut #kibbles bits

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konigsblog · 10 months

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WARNING: talk of simon's past, night terrors, smut (mdni, 18+ only)

dating simon riley includes...

waking up to him clinging you, shaking you repetitively 'til you're awake after having a nightmare about your death. he had tears streaming down his cheeks, feeling the pain in his ribs as he was reminded of being hung from them. simon riley finds comfort in your arms, home; the warmth and familiarity, where he can relax.

the silence after he comes home from a misson. how cold and isolated he is, lost. it's traumatizing to remember; seeing a scared mother hold her children, their father covered in crimson after he'd lodged a bullet in his skull. it takes a while for him to come back to reality, a place where he can breathe, with you.

sloppy kisses and thrusts after he's alright. soft and slow sex with simon, sensual and intimate. being able to be vulnerable with you is a very important thing with simon - trust.

simon adores blowjobs, mutual masturbation and pleasuring you. your pretty, swollen lips wrapped around his girthy cock, slowly bobbing your head on his dick, the tip spurting out thick strings of seed into your mouth, covering it in thick semen. he won't pressure you to go further, but will encourage you with a firm grasp on your hair - gazing down at you with adoring, fucked eyes.

“attagirl, good girl.. that's it–godfuck-... the things you do to me, pretty girl.”

as for fingering, he gets off on it. seeing you wriggling your hips as he fucks his fingers into your sloppy cunt, your hole full of his digits as he praises you, teasing you for how greedy you're being for his shaft. a few slaps to your tight ass to make you squirm and squeal, making you cum around him with a soft chant of his name.

he enjoys those intimate moments when it's not sexual just as much as he enjoys sex. your head resting on his chest as he plays with your hair, looking into the sky and counting the millions of stars in the dark, murky sky. it's silent, yet comforting; straddling his lap and kissing him all over before he pushes you down against the grass.

watching rom-coms with him at nighttime. could be 9pm or 3am, and you're both watching a whole season of a new series that's came out. perhaps, he'll pretend to be uninterested, going on his phone and sneaking glances at the tv 'til you catch him and force him to admit it. giggling as he attempts to retort back.

usually, on leave, simon will order takeaway. no doubt you'll gain some weight with simon, you could say it's apart of a healthy relationship, able to eat comfortably around eachother. usually, you'll bake something for him when he comes home - after eating MRE's and becoming desperate for your cooking.

(brags about said cooking, adores the way it tastes and always makes it known that you're amazing. took some food into his work and hid it from johnny and kyle who continued to bother him about not sharing.)

the talk of a dog being brought up a lot... he always mentions the K-9s at his work, how friendly they are and how they can switch in a second depending on the threat. bring him home a german shepherd and he'll be doing the ‘who's a good boy?’ voice all the time, giving you an embarrassed look when you catch him.

bleaching his hair together is almost (always) a complete mess. giggling as you make a patchy mess of his hair, comforting him and telling him you'll fix it while he chuckles and admires his horribly dyed hair in the mirror.

waking up to him already awake. it's usually either; simon staring at you with lovey-dovey eyes and admiring your beauty, smiling and waiting for you to wake up. or, he's away on a run in the early hours of the morning.

grumpy mornings as he's not a morning person. although he goes on runs at 4-5am, he absolutely hates getting up early, but refuses to break the routine. 'course he'll accidentally miss his alarm and sleep 'til 12pm because he's that exhausted, waking up all confused and everything. definitely holds your head against his chest as he fills up his water bottle, grumbling and grunting something under his breath, a curse before kissing your forehead and calling you a silly, inside joke.

silly nicknames. he has those adorable ones like ‘love’ or ‘doll’ but, occasionally it'll be something like ‘lazyass’, ‘dumbass’, or ‘sugar’ as you'd spilt a while bag of sugar onto the floor whilst drunk and sat there on your knees crying while picking up grain by grain.

(he vacuumed it up and shook his head chuckling, before comforting you.)

-@konigsblog „ reblogs and comments are appreciated!

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d6volution · 7 months

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im a need a cain x reader smut, but like the reader can get in heat since there a type of animal i dont know what animal you can choose one. so like the reader chooses caine to release their thung idk i was thinkinh about it and now im trhiving to jhave it written so ofcourse i came to my fav writers inbox

i get it! im not the best at writing heat fics (i dont think??) but i tried 🤧

Caine/Cat Hybrid!Reader

(afab parts)

tags: bondage, reader in heat, man handling

minors dni | nsfw below the cut.

It had been years in this digital world, and with every new person to enter Jax was always the only anthropomorphic animal to be in the circus. Until you came along, cat like ears sprouted from your head and tail protruding from where your tailbone should be.

Of course the other members either reacted in awe, or just didn't really care. Or some in between like Jax who loved pulling at your ears and tail as it usually made you squeak like a toy.

Even Caine wasnt immune to your cuteness it seemed, he'd make the odd comment about your apperance here and there but it was always positive. Maybe that's why you chose him..? Or maybe it was because he was the showrunner, he had power and could protect you and ... your young. That's usually the things mates would looked for..? Right? Damn it you didn't know. You were human before all this was completely new to you. But your body didn't care, this.. heat cycle hit you like a sack of bricks. You'd been holed up in your room for a few days now, ignoring the knocks at your door.

Lest you jump on the person on the other side of the door and beg them to fuck you until you can't remember your name.

You thought maybe after taking care of yourself this .. feeling would go away but no, you came on your fingers several times but it wasn't close to being enough. It was like you were losing yourself to this feeling, all you could think about was being filled..

In the haze of your thoughts Caine came to mind again, you knew his opinion on things like this but you had to try. Something.. anything, and pray that in the process to getting to his room you wouldn't run into anyone else..

A few moments later when you got the resolve to finally peek out of your room you moved as quickly as you could in your state, luckily remembering the path to the ringmasters quarters. A big grand red door was at the end of the hall and you tugged at the door but it didn't budge.

"C.. Caine.. ? You there..?" Your voice sounded pathetic, dripping with need. A soft mewl even escaped your lips in frustration.

It felt like a century until you felt eyes on you, but.. from behind you. It was Caine just floating there, in the same confusion as yourself. "C.. Caine? Why aren't you in your room?" Your senses were going ballistic now, it cried for you to present yourself to him. Beg for him to take you right here and now.

"Simple, my dear! I don't sleep! This room is merely a prop of sorts!" He retorted, "Are.. you alright, y/n? You're looking a little, under the weather." He seemed to actually be concerned, and you started squirming.

"N.. No I need.." Your ears flattened out of embarrassment, tail wrapping around your leg for self comfort. "need.." Your voice trailed off, "... s'your fault Caine.. you made me like this..!"

"Now, now, calm down y/n I don't necessarily get to choose your new bodies—!" You cut him off by pawing at his leg, clinging to it to keep him in place. He tried to keep his balance.

"Please Caine.. need you.." You nuzzled at his leg, then moved up his thigh trying to nuzzle at his crotch as the smell of him was inviting you. "T.. This is hardly appropriate, let's *ahem* get you inside." Caine looked both ways to assure no one had saw you two. He then scooped you up by the waist, holding you like luggage and carrying you inside his room.

As soon as you two were in the room he dropped you onto the bed unceremoniously.

Caine tugged at his tie and allowed it to loosen up, "Well, now. What to do with you." He snapped his fingers and you were bound to the bed in a very lewd manner, knees bent and pressed at your chest being held by red ropes that seemed to match his suit. "C... Caine wha.." You whimpered, tears forming in your eyes as he seemed to just be toying with you.

"Tsk, tsk this won't do at all! You're making a mess of your clothes!" And now they were gone too, you instinctively pulled your binds helplessly. "Please.." You whined, not knowing exactly what you were pleading for.

"Yes, yes.. I think I know what's happening to you, now be patient dear! I'm breaking many a rule for you, y'know!" He said, now appearing suddenly in between your legs , two gloved fingers delving into your cunt suddenly. "Hhck..!" Your ears pointed straight up out of shock and your body moved against the binds again, "Come now you can handle this!"

"N.. Not that.. need.. you inside.. please.." Your cunt was senstive sure, but it was more frustrating that he was using his fingers, "Please Caine.. breed me.." Your words made him swallow and he had to compose himself. He was only doing this because he had to, he couldn't have to wandering off and trying to pounce on anyone else!

He pulled himself from his pants, he didn't realize until now that his cock was straining against them a few moments ago. You desperately wanted to present yourself to him, spread your cunt and open your legs but he had you tied up like some kind of animal.

His tip nudged at your cunt, the slick causing him to slip past your hole a few times. You mewled and bucked your hips a little as if to encourage him.

Another thrust and he buried himself completely inside of you, your cunt swallowing him up immediately, it was like he was made for you. You were made for each other. "Ngh.. there we go, stubborn little thing.." He said with a grunt, hovering over your body.

He was finally inside of you and your body begged you not to let him go, not until he came inside of you at least three or four times at least! "Caine.. more .. mn.." He felt like you were calm enough to get rid of the bindings so he did, snaping his fingers and they seemed to fade away into the air.

Your legs immediately wrapped around him, tugging him closer.

"How impatient, very well then. Hold tight my dear," He said, hands planted on the sides of your head as he started to move his hips, rocking into your cunt. Your eyes fluttered shut, ear twitching a little as a soft purring sound rumbled in your chest.

His thrusts picked up speed quickly, you were responding so well to them that he was slowly beginning to loose himself as well. Family friendly? Behind the doors of his room that would have to disappear from now on. "Nh.. thats right.. to keep everyone.. in check!" His words matched the rhythm of his heavy thrusts.

"Hha.. Caine, caine..!" You cried out, legs tugging him closer, "N.. Need your cum.. make me pregnant p-please..!"

His hips stuttered a little, your words seemed to be getting to him whether he liked it or not. He shoved two fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet so he could focus. How distracting your dirty mouth could be was impressive. Your moans and cries were muffled, saliva dirtying his gloves.

Caine put his full weight behind his thrusts , your smaller form quite literally being fucked into the mattress. "Nnhg, almost there, y/n..! Be a dear and a cum with me." He said in a mocking voice, his hand removing itself from your mouth and instead pushing your lower stomach. Adding more pressure to your already stuffed cunt.

"Gh..hhaa.. Caine, cu.. cumming.. cumming..!" You yelped and clung to him, legs keeping him locked in so he couldn't pull away from you. He'd be force to fill your cunt to the brim. "Inside.. fill me up..!" Your tongue lulled past your lips , cunt clamping down on his dick as you hand a nearly blinding orgasm.

Caine couldn't help it, your cunt was practically milking him and he spilled into your cunt without a second thought. Though he didn't seem at all out of breath.

"Well that sure was.. something.." Caine noted, his dick still twitching inside of you as the last few spurts of cum filled your stuffed cunt.

You panted, looking up at him with half lidded eyes, a lewd smile painting your lips. "Caine.. m'not done.. need more.."

Did he really think one round would be enough?

#the amazing digital circus #ask #minors dni #caine x reader #tadc caine #the amazing digital circus caine #caine x reader smut

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brodieland · 1 month

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.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 10 Things I hate about you ´ˎ˗

Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader Synopsis: you and Percy make up, and head out to the beach together !! Warning(s): cursing Word Count: 1911 A/N: Percy and the beach, yummyyyy😋

╰➤ MASTERLIST pt6

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

If there was one word to describe how Percy felt, it was stupid. He'd completely messed things up with you, and now he felt like shit. He was currently having lunch with Jason, Leo and Charles, whilst complaining about his problems to them.

"Dude, whats she saying about me," he asked.

"That your an asshole," Leo said.

"And some other words we don't feel comfortable repeating," Charles added.

"And how did you manage to mess it up that bad," Jason chuckled and Percy just groaned.

"She was drunk, what was I supposed to do??"

"Dude, she's embarrassed. She tried kissing you and you sat there like a deer in headlights," Leo stated like it was the obviously. It kinda was to be fair.

"Well if we want to get technical," Percy held up his finger like he was about to make a point. "We were technically behind the headlights, not in them."

"But if I smacked the shit out of you, suddenly I'm a villain," Leo held his hands up in surrender, and Percy just glared at him.

"Dude, just try apologizing or something," Charles pleaded. At the end of the day, if Percy doesn't make it work with you, then Charles has no Silena.

"Yeah, but um, there's just one more thing I have to take care of then," Percy stood up and walked over to where Luke was sitting with his friends. "Yo, Luke."

He called out and Luke stood up with Percy, moving to speak in private. "Whats up, not here for more money are you?"

"No, the opposite actually," Luke looked at Percy confused. "I don't want you to pay me anymore, I'm done."

"What do you mean you're done?? I haven't taken Silena out yet."

"I don't care, I'm out, do what you want with Silena, but our deal is off. And if she likes you, then your already set anyways," Percy waved off a complaining Luke and went to go find you.

﹒º. ౨ৎ

"Guys are dicks and I hate them," you complained to Piper.

"You just noticed?"

You glared and she just made a face at you. "But seriously, what is his problem??"

"I could probably help you if you ever, you know, told me the problem."

You were kind of embarrassed about it but said it anyways. "It's just, after all these days of trying to take me out, I go in to kiss him and he just sits there?? Like what the hell is that???"

"Weren't you totally wasted? And he like, wasn't?" You slowly nodded. "Don't you realize while you were taking shots on shots he stayed sober and followed you around, and even took you home once he noticed how drunk you got. Of course he didn't kiss you, that'd be, you know, weird??"

You just rolled your eyes. You're a stubborn woman to say the least, so you didn't want to admit she was right. "Whatever."

She chuckled as you both parted ways. You were walking towards the bathroom before class, when you suddenly felt someone pull you by the arm. Before you even had the time to scream you were in janitors closet.

"Who the fuck do you think you are," you turned around and saw Percy standing in front of you. "Oh my fucking god."

You face palmed as Percy started. "Hi."

"What?"

"I'm sorry."

"Really? Because if that's it, I'll be on my way then," you tried to shove him out the way and leave, but he was stronger than he looked. Actually, he did look kind of strong, but that was besides the point.

"I mean it. I didn't want to embarrass you but you were literally wrecked, and I thought you'd hate me if I did anything. Guess either way you would've just hated me or something, I don't know. But look, I'm sorry."

You appreciated the apology, you supposed. "I don't hate you," you said lowly.

"Hmm," you were about to repeat yourself when you saw that smug look on his face, letting you know he definitely did in fact, hear you.

"Don't push your luck, Jackson," you pointed in his face.

"είσαι πολύ όμορφη όταν δεν με θέλεις να πεθάνω, ξέρεις."

"I'll figure out Greek one day, just you wait. I'll find out all the mean things you've been saying to my face," you laughed.

"I'm not insulting you. In fact, I never was."

"Well.. what are you saying then," you asked, and Percy just stared down at you, wondering whether what he was thinking would be a good idea or not. He decided to just stop thinking about it as he held your face and just kissed you.

When he pulled away, all he said was, "Like I said, nothing mean."

He went to walk out but you grabbed his wrist, stopping him from leaving. "Percy.. are you busy later?"

"I may or may not have detention after school," You raised your eyebrow. "I just didn't want to got to math. Shucks."

"Yeah, shucks." It got quiet. "I'll see you later though, right?"

"Right," he smiled, this time letting you through the door. When he followed behind you, he tried ignoring Leo peering out from the end of the hallway as he made his way to class.

﹒º. ౨ৎ

As fast as the school day started, now it was over. Well, not for Percy, who was currently stuck in detention, how fun. Percy was supposed to be writing an essay about why he was in detention and what he could do in the future to prevent him from coming back, but he was just drawing dicks all over his paper, chuckling to himself.

"No noises," the detention supervisor, or soccer coach, shouted out. Percy rolled his eyes, then he heard the door opening, and saw you walking through.

"Hey coach," you greeted as you walked toward the front of the room.

"Sorry Y/N but I'm a little busy," he huffed out as he turned his back towards the class and shuffled through some papers. As he did so, you turned over to Percy, signaling him. to make it over to the window by where the coach was currently facing. Outside the window was a ledge Percy could climb down from, giving him a release from detention. Except you may of whispered to loud, catching the attention of your coach.

"Well, um. I'm just here to talk about some strategies for next game," you said. Thinking of lies on the spot were actually kind of hard.

"And um, what is that?" He was now facing away the window, and Percy was slowly making his way towards it.

"I'm just giving you an idea, something off of what you told us. You know, the diversion plan."

"I taught you that," he questioned as he began to look around the room, but you stopped him by grabbing his face, before he notice Percy, or the lack of Percy.

"Yes you did. Basically we need to be there," you turned his head slightly one way, "Then making the other team turn the other way," you turned his head again and this time letting go.

"And how would we make them turn-" Percy made too much noise when opening the window. "What-"

So you used your last idea, "Like this!" You lifted up your top, no bra. Whoops! Hey, it worked, except Percy almost stopped before coming back to his senses and leaving through the window, finally. "Well, thank you for your time, it was duly appreciated."

You held your head down and laughed as you left the cheering classroom (yes, you have nice boobs, don't even girl), running to catch Percy outside. By the time you reached the front of the school, you were out of breathe. You saw Percy sitting down on the steps as you took a seat next to him.

"Nice 'diversion,'" he joked, caused you to softly punch his arm.

"What? Thinking on the fly is hard."

"S your best idea was to flash your tits to your coach?"

"You know what, if you want to stay here you go do that," you joked as you walked toward your car. Percy just laughed as he followed you.

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"Parlez-vous anglais," Charles read from his book, and Silena repeated back. They were practicing pronunciation as Charles spoke and Silena repeated.

"Est-ce que tu vas un jour me lever et m'inviter à sortir," Silena spoke up, somewhat agitated.

"What," he started flipping through his textbook. "I don't remember reading that."

Silena just rolled her eyes and walked off, leaving behind a very confused Charles.

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'ugh why can't boys take hints'

You laughed at your phone as Silena complained about Charles. Right now you were waiting downstairs in your car while Percy ran up into his apartment to grab a pair of swim trunks. After sneaking him out, you guys spent about an hour an half just driving around, doing nothing in particular. As the sun started to go down, Percy got the idea to eat down by the beach.

You were knocked out of your laughter when Percy banged your window.

"Hey there," he said as he sat back into the passenger seat. You just started driving back to your place for your own swimsuit, thankfully your dad was home to stop you. You grabbed a purple bikini and ran back to your car. "Finally, I'm starving."

"Yeah yeah, slow it down bigback you'll be fine,' you clapped back. You guys made your way to the closest dominos and bought a pepperoni pizza and some cinnamon bread twist (Percy's Treat!!). The smell alone made you want to salivate.

Finally making your way down to the basically empty beach, you laid down a towel as Percy placed the food down. You were both talking and laughing as you watched the sun set into the horizon. You both laid back and watched the sky fade as Percy turned toward you.

"Can I ask you something," he asked.

"Yeah?"

"How come.." he paused, as if trying to find the right words. "you know, you act the way you do?"

"Why I act like this?"

"Not in a bad way of course, but you aren't the friendliest at first, you know. Well yeah you know."

You chuckled, "I don't like doing what people want of me, or expect of me. Being like everyone else is so boring. Why live up to their expectations instead of my own."

"Makes sense, I supposed."

"He supposes," he rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"Can I ask you a question now?"

"Go ahead."

"What happened those eight months you went missing?"

He was quiet and you didn't know if you had taken it too far. "I don't know. Its like I was just asleep and woke up with.."

You tilted your head as he sat up and lifted his shirt. He was covered in scars. "Woke up with these," he finished.

You sat up close to him, and without even realizing it you started tracing them with your fingers. "Sorry, that must've been terrifying."

"Yeah, but it's okay, I guess. Not like I know what happened anyways," he grabbed your hand and held it. You looked up at him, and even in the moonlight, those sea-green eyes still sparked like the sun was beaming. And this time, you were the one who leaned in and kissed him. This really did make up for Friday night, huh.

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✰είσαι πολύ όμορφη όταν δεν με θέλεις να πεθάνω, ξέρεις - you're very beautiful when you don't want me to die, you know ✰Parlez-vous anglais - Do you speak English ✰Est-ce que tu vas un jour me lever et m'inviter à sortir - Are you ever going to stand up and ask me out

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freyarabbit · 4 months

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°•"𝐷𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑫𝒐𝒍𝒍"❥

♡[Small titty reader, nsfw✞, no verbal consent but mutual desire, somnophilia, mentions of bullying, insecurity]♡

Megumi opened his eyes, waking up in the middle of the night again. This had become a common occurrence for a long time now, so he supposed he could say he was used to it.

His senses sharpened as he realized that you weren't next to him, having drifted away from him in your sleep, sleeping sideways, your back turned towards him. That must've been why he'd woken up, because you weren't near him, he thought to himself.

This was so annoying but so damn cute at the same time, how your little body moved on its own like this.

He reached out for you, gently gripping your arms as he pulled you back towards him. As expected, you didn't wake up. You must've been exhausted.

His eyes lowered, noticing your loose nightgown having slid up to your waist, giving him a view of your sweet panties. The failure of a nightgown didn't cover up more than half of your chest either. Your cute little tits.

Something came over him, his body heating up. He hands grazed over the flesh of your thighs, before making their way up your dress. His fingertips brushed over your hard nipples, as he began massaging them, earning quiet sighs from you.

He couldn't wait till you woke up, and looked at him with that one expression of yours. When you're embarrassed but turned on at the same time.

Not long after, your lashes fluttered open, startled at the sight of finding your boyfriend basically caging you as he gave wet kisses to your pathetic little breasts.

"M-megumi- what are you...."

There it was, the face he was waiting for you to make.

"Sorry baby, I got a little impatient, hope you don't mind."

He spoke so casually, looking down at you with his rare smile, as you took the chance to wrap your arms around your chest. Avoiding eye contact with him. You felt so embarrassed that he'd been staring and touching them for so long, maybe he thought they were ugly, maybe it made you less attractive, maybe it made you look like less of a woman.

All your maybes were interrupted by his voice, as he asked

"Why are you doing that?"

"...doing what...?"

"Why are you covering them up from me?"

"I just....don't like them..."

He paused, giving you a slightly confused and a little irritated look, before replying

"But I sure do."

You went quiet, heat rushing to your cheeks, having a hard time comprehending what he just said.

"So, let me show you how much I like them, okay?"

He swiftly pulled down your panties, discarding them somewhere in the dark room so that they could only be found by you in the morning. Aligning his pulsating dick with your pussy's puny little hole, pushing in mercilessly into your wet heat, he put his attention back to your cute little chest.

He sucked on them, kissed them, bit them, even slid his tongue across them and what not, while all you did was let out pretty little cries, and whimpers, clearly overstimulated as both your pussy and your tits received his undying attention.

You'd always been teased for the size of your chest by other girls, who you believed to be more beautiful just because they had more fat in their chest and by boys, who made fun of you, saying that having a pretty face wasn't enough. But right now, your boyfriend seems to be obsessed with their size, so...was this a dream? No, not with the pleasure you felt right now.

He felt so good right now.

Fucking you felt like fucking a tight little doll, his doll.

And your small boobs only contributed more to this thought of his.

The way you'd begun mewling in that way you always do, he knew you were at your climax. Which was perfect timing because so was he.

Pulling out quickly as he came, he spilled his cum all over your tits.

The view of your fucked out face with your adorable little titties drenched in his cum, stained with his red bite marks and purple hickeys, was a permanent image in his mind from now on, which he was sure he'd get off to the thought of whenever he was away from you.

As you managed to catch your breath again, you spoke up

"Megumi...you really like them...?"

"You're so fucking cute."

He took his shirt off, using it to wipe his cum and spit off of your breasts, discarding it to the side once he was done, before sliding your night gown back down, and pulling you into a tight hug, so that you don't move away from him during the rest of the night.

"Goodnight, I love you"

"Love you too, M'gumi"

He fell asleep instantly.

You smiled, leaning into his embrace before beginning to drift away as well.

Being small felt so good for once...

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blueberry-pride · 1 year

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hi, can i ask for a part two for this with Floyd,Azul,Riddle,Malleus and Ruggie please?

If u accept request rn?

Don't Deny It Babe~ Part 2

warnings: semi-proof read Berry: I didn't think that the previous post would gain a 2nd part so thank you for the chance! as always, enjoy! <3

"W-wait, are you sure?" Riddle would have a brief mental pause. He'd then have that cute pouty expression when he's embarrassed thus furthering your point. *cue his blush*

Riddle would be a bashful and stuttering mess especially if he's present or within earshot of you talking about his 'cute' qualities to others. He has a reputation of being the strict dorm leader after all!

There would be times that you'd find this young gent to be quiet and a lil timid as you continue to ramble on cuz slowly overtime he'd like this approachable view that you see in him.

Eventually, He'd slowly accept your image of him but I'd imagine you would catch him puffing up his chest as he tries to make himself more refined in the mirror. (Why do I lowkey see him getting "manly" advice from Trey and Cater?) Antics aside, he'd get all warm and fuzzy thinking about your comments, putting a very soft smile to his face whenever he thinks about it <3

If there's anyone who doubts your views, He'd simply watch you debate or argue from afar cuz he enjoys seeing you be so passionate even if the topic is about him. If the others laugh or starts making fun of either you or him tho ...just remember, he IS watching *looks to Ace*

"Uh...what?" Ruggie's ears flattened at the comment. "You think I'm CUTE?" he spoke with wide eyes. I feel like this wouldn't be the first time this hyena was called that compliment. Most likely his grandma. Meemaw Bucchi: *pinches his cheeks* awww you look so cute all dressed up in that uniform!

He'd be the type to ask you the why's, when's, and how's or just whatever type of reasoning you've had to decided out of all descriptions, you chose 'cute' for a guy like him. I see him also being the type to check himself out in front of mirror but in a very confused state.

He'd at first don't want ANY of the Savanaclaw guys hear about this. (he might as well be chopped meat if Leona ever got a word of this) So the moment he'd sense that you're about to go in one your tangents about him, he'd start messing with ya like tickling or hell even spinning you around just to whisk the two of you away from curious eyes and ears.

But I supposed overtime, this hyena beastman would be curious enough to try and use his this 'cute' side to soften people up for opportunities. (Outside of campus most likely) Of course he'd first test it out on you and often times you'd let him cuz after all, who couldn't say no to such a face?

But here's the thing, you're definitely not safe from HIM calling you cute and all~ Imagine he'd playfully steal your pen or something after class and as you try to grab for it he'd give a fleeting peck on the cheek. "Oh would you look at that." He chuckled. "Guess we're both the cute ones now eh (Y/N)~?" goodluck

"eh...HEH?" He stammered. He tries a little too hard to regain his composure afterwards but you'd know that your comments shot through to his classy exterior. Now you're left with a blushing and babbling octo-man.

Similar to Ruggie, our boi also has a lot of questions but the key difference is that he deals with them...internally. You, along with the rest of Octavinelle and even Jamil would notice his scrunched up face at random points throughout the day. A million and one questions running through his mind on why you'd think of him like that.

It was already too late for him because he already overheard you talking about this with the leech twins. He might as well evaporate at that point. You know the gif of the dog smiling while the room is on fire and saying 'This is fine'? That's our boi Azul right there

It takes a while for him to open up to the idea. He takes baby steps by also teasing you and showing you his perceived 'cute' side to you in private just to entertain you and see his precious pearl smile.

Overtime, he'd enjoy it and thinks it's also the best thing ever to rub it in people's face as you talk their ear off especially Jamil. "My precious pearl that is (Y/N) lovingly proclaims that I am the cute one, so that is now law."

"Hmm...You mean" Floyd tilt his head to the side. "Koebi-chan thinks I'm...cute?" He mostly says this out loud to confirm it to himself. After a few seconds he smiles gleefully towards you. Get ready for a wild ride (Y/N)!

Every time he thinks about it or you'd say it again. He'd chuckle and spin you around like as if there weren't any other people around. THAT'S how happy he is. His classmates and the rest of his dorm would find it a lil terrifying seeing this man just humming, kicking his feet in glee during class or in the lounge repeating the words "They think I'm cute~ my Koebi-chan thinks I'm cute~"

I could see him sometimes using this as an excuse to skip his shift at the lounge. Poor Azul cutting his lifespan in half every time he heard Floyd utter the words "Because Koebi-chan said so, wouldn't want to ruin a cute face like mine from all the stress. Maybe you should try it sometime Azul~"

You guys probably already see this one coming but he would be the scary shadow looming over you as you explain your side that your boyfriend is in indeed the cute one out of the two of y'all. 'You dare say otherwise to my (Y/N)?'

Threats aside, I know that Floyd genuinely does love it when you call him cute. I also know that he's clever enough that people would find him scary due to his height and his personality so he lowkey gets all soft when it comes to you, acting all bashfully as he hugs with all the adoration he has for you <3

"Could you please repeat what you've just told me?" He'd ask. "You find me...cute, Child of Man?" Genuinely surprised and has the shooketh or cute dumb-founded expression we all know and love.

This dark Fae overall finds it amusing, chuckles to himself from thinking about it from time to time. The memory of you semi-debating to him, that he, one of the most strongest and formiddable mages in Twisted Wonderland, is adorable.

Diasomnia or just the entirety of NRC is often concerned and question about your state of mind but then you'd shoo them off or rather, they 'unexpectedly have a change of heart and mind' and totally not from the dark aura with horns behind you.

He likes watching you debate about it especially if its his family in Diasomnia (looking at you Sebek) He thinks that when you're like this, he finds it sweet and endearing to defend your case about your judgement of him.

As the mischievous Fae that he often is, I see him doing small tests for you, showing off terrifying magical shi like shaking the ground beneath you, skies littered with thunder and lightning or hell surrounding you in a circle of green flames all to see if you still call him cute afterwards. (GG Night Raven College )

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tomriddleslovergirl · 2 months

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Marvel characters x oblivious!reader

Steve Rogers:

Steve and you had been getting to know each other for the past few months and were becoming good friends. Although, Steve had begun to get feelings for you that were not so friendly. He wanted more out of your guys' relationship.

He'd never been good with flirting, but decided to at least try in doing so incase he scared you off or made you uncomfortable by being too upfront.

So, while on a walk with you one winter day, Steve decided to make his move.

"Y'know, Buck once told me pretty girls always have cold hands." The cold didn't bother Steve because he was a Super-Soldier, but he assumed that it would cause some discomfort for a normal human.

You look down at your hands.

"Huh. Mine are always warm." But either way, you shoved your hands in your jacket pocket, not noticing that Steve had put out his hand for you to hold.

Peter Parker

Peter and you had been going out for a little while now, and every time he'd try to flirt with you, you'd be oblivious. So after building up some confidence (with the help of Ned), he asked you. "Can I have a kiss?"

You look at Peter in shock, wondering how he knew you had a bag of kiss in your bag. You rummage through it and hand him one.

"Here," You say, handing the small chocolate to him.

Ned held in a laugh.

"Th-thanks?" Peter said, his voice cracking with confusion and embarrassment at being rejected - even if it was done obliviously by you.

Wanda Maximoff

Wanda had tried flirting with you before and you would never quite get the hint. She had assumed there was something wrong with the way she tried to make romantic advances with you and went to the Natasha to get some pointers.

Later on, Wanda decided to use some of Nat's tips.

Wanda asked you if you wanted to bake cookies with her and invited you into the Avengers Tower kitchen.

While you both were baking and talking, Wanda would try to make her laughs sound breathy when you made a joke or would compliment you from time to time.

When she noticed you were having trouble icing one of the cookies, she stood behind you, and gently wrapped one of her hands around your hand that was holding the piping bag while you held onto the cookie.

"Here," she whispered, her hot breath hitting your ear as she helped you ice your cookie.

After Wanda was done, she placed the icing bag on the counter and looked at you, trying to see if her flirting had done the trick. But you don't notice anything out of the ordinary.

"Thanks, Wanda," you say, thinking she was just trying to be helpful.

You went to grab another cookie to ice, when she suddenly grabbed your chin. "You have something on your face," she says.

You look up at her in surprise as she swipes her thumb against your cheek. She brings her thumb to her mouth before licking the icing off.

You look up at Wanda, your brows furrowed. "That's disgusting, Wanda."

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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To go off the anons request, could you imagine them separately teasing her and the reader gives them a random name, completely different one to each, and then they're confused when they bring it up and they both say a different name before they realize they were tricked?

part I | part II | part III | part IV

"Chili." You repeat to Eddie, "Like the Red Hot Chili Peppers."

Eddie quirks up a brow at your unusual code name, "Why, is he a redhead or something?"

No, you scoff internally, he's just hot.

"Yeah," You nod, locking in your fate, "He's got really nice hair."

"Not better than mine." Eddie narrows his eyes suspiciously at you, "Because nobody has better hair than mine."

"I think Steve would disagree with you," You quip, delighting at the flash of jealousy through Eddie's eyes, "But no, he doesn't have better hair than you."

"Good answer, Princess," Eddie picks at your cold french fries across the middle of his van with more interest than he'd shown his own food, "'Cause if you told me this idiot has better hair than me I'd have to kill him."

"Good luck," You remember Steve's remarkable ability with a bat, "He's pretty tough."

"Sounds like a douche," Eddie scoffs lightheartedly, "You sure you wanna get with this guy when a hunk like me's sittin' right here?"

He drags the sleeve of his shirt up to reveal his less-than-remarkable muscle build, his arm lacking definition as he flexes it to the best of his abilities.

"Eddie!" You giggle, his skin pale beneath his sleeve from a lack of sun exposure, "Put that away, you're blinding me!"

"You little shit!" Eddie lets out an incredulous laugh and the motion of his head sends his hair bobbing around his shoulders. He pelts you with a french fry that you barely dodge, "'Last time I let you talk my ear off about Chili."

"Lookin' for Pineapple?" Steve leans over to stage-whisper into your ear as you crane your neck around at the tackily-decorated walls of the diner in search of a clock. His breath fans hot over your skin and you tense, but he takes it as embarrassment rather than attraction, and you're thankful for that.

"No!" You insist, and it's true, because Pineapple, rough on the outside, sweet on the inside, just happens to be sitting across from you, his white sneaker knocking into your own shoe as he plays footsie with you beneath the table, "Shut up, Steve."

"Pineapple?" Eddie's brows furrow as he sips on a milkshake, "You're having strawberry, sweetheart, pineapple would be shit with that."

"Not the food," Steve relishes in the bragging rights he's about to unleash, "That's her code name for her crush."

Eddie's mouth drops indignantly open before you can stop it, and you swear if it had happened any faster some of his milkshake would have come out. But he sends a swift kick to your shin under the table, "You tricked me!"

Steve isn't so proud now, confusion tugging his brows down, "Tricked him?"

"She told me his code name was Chili." Eddie sits back against the booth behind him, crossing his arms over his chest, "Which one's the real one?"

"Neither," You admit, trying to bury your face in your milkshake so that you can attribute the tremble of your voice to the audio distortion of the glass, "I don't have code names for either of them, I just wanted to give you more information so you'd get off my back!"

You wish you'd thought about your words before they escaped. But now Steve and Eddie were gaping at each other with gleeful scandal in their eyes, "Either of them?"

"There's two?!" Steve elbows you, and you let out a choked groan into your glass.

"No more questions!" You feel Eddie's feet pin one of yours between them, his shit-eating grin meeting you from over the table, "Shut up and drink your milkshakes!"

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thatoneguydownthestreet · 1 year

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Hey so how would lilia feel about apocalypse yuu and the obvious world ending war and after effects from where yuu is from?

Thank you for feeding us apocalypse yuu <3

I started maniacally laughing as soon as I read the name lilia

FEM ALIGNED DNI

How Lilia Vanrouge reacts to the war and its effects:

Lilia would say your relationship was pretty good. As nameless and as vague as it was. It was...peaceful.

It was nice.

You were learning to trust people, to trust him. To let your guard down just a little bit more each day. To speak your mind and make decisions and to just simply walk with him without looking over your shoulder every few seconds.

He’ll never forget that feeling of happiness and relief when you fell asleep with him right there next to you for the first time, or when you saw him enter a room and he saw your shoulders drop just that much.

Once, in the pop music club room, Cater had asked him how he got you to relax around him so easily. He only gave a small chuckle and a vague response, as he himself didn’t truly know at the time.

He still doesn’t. only having a few loose theories here and there, but he is grateful to be able to know you just a little bit more than the average person. To be able to live this long to see you come here, to this world, scared and confused and hopelessly, utterly lost, and then to see you start to really live for the first time.

He hopes he hopes that he’ll be blessed enough to live to see you thrive.

Honestly? he thinks it’s because of something simple. So, so simple

He listens.

Not to say the others don’t of course, they listen!

they just ...don’t really believe you.

Lilia doesn’t blame them, honestly.

It truly feels like you exaggerate your past and lack of knowledge at times.

The most obvious example he can think of is when epel, that pretty first year boy, gifted you one of those beautiful red apples that grew on his parents farm, only for you to look at it with confusion and distrust.

You didn’t know what an apple was.

You didn’t know what most fruits were period. (Or cheese, or most meats,or most vegetables, he thinks he saw you reboot like an old computer the first time you saw milk) Often confusing the names and refusing to eat them if you forgot what they were.

It was at that point where he could tell your rag tag little group of friends started to doubt your words. Just a bit.

He would have too, if not for the clear, heavy distress that simply couldn’t be faked that was ever so evident on your face when he'd asked.

“Perfect, do you really not know what any of these fruits are”, he has taken extra care to keep this conversation playful. He wasn’t trying to embarrass you after all.

You simply huffed, a bit of frustration showing.

Lilia ignored the little happy spark he got from seeing you show what you were feeling. You were getting better at that.

“Of course I don’t! we don’t have fresh fruit in the tunnels! Not to mention things like "cheese" and dont even get me started on good meat!”, you said it like it so obvious...

You never explained what the tunnels were. But lilia could guess.

He had a bad feeling about them either way....

So yes. The others listened. But you could both see crystal clear that they took what you said with a heavy grain of salt.

Lilia on the other hand, believed every word. Or at least tried too.

So when you asked him to swing by Ramshackle saying you wanted to show him something, how could he refuse?

Really, how could he?

....

Lilia Vanrouge didn't know what he was expecting. He knew it was probably something big, judging from your earlier tone of voice.

But this....

this was just sickening.

you sat shirtless on the floor, with your arms out in the air in front of you.

with your scars on full display.

there were (oh great seven) there were slash marks all across your chest. Ragged and uneven and ugly. Looking like whatever cut them in took extra care to truly rip and tear your flesh apart.

There were burn marks on your shoulders and your stomach. Looking like they came from both fire and electricity. The electric burns spiderwebbing their way up the side of your neck and around your sides.

There were what looked to be claw marks and dog bites on your stomach as well, like you were almost frantically mauled to death and just barely made it out with your life.

There was a circular hole he didn't know the cause of on both sides of your right forearm, the underside scar being in the same spot but significantly worse.

There were like deep (deep) bruises that he could see everywhere on your body.

and then there were the marks on your back....

There were whip marks and lashes absolutely everywhere. Slashed across every which way, overlapping with each other and digging into your flesh. there were a few places that he swore had less skin than others. and oh God some of them only looked a few months old.

Some of them were fresh when you came here.

Lilia didn’t know what the rest of your body looked like, but he already knew that your back was in the worst condition out of everything.

A small whimper snapped him out of his thoughts.

You were still on the floor, now sifting slightly, like you were embarrassed.

Embarrassed. What an odd little human.

Lilia immediately got down on the floor and sat in front of you, dust and possible bugs be damned.

He didn't touch you, only looking at your face and tried to make eye contact.

He tried his best to avoid looking at your neck. The lighting in this old dorm was bad but he swore he could still see a slash-

"Y/N....can you please look at me?", gentle. Just keep the tone gentle for now.

You still looked away from him. Lilia sighed.

Gently, oh so gently, he brought his hand to your face and slowly turned you head towards him.

You didn't flinch. Not once! And if lilia silently celebrated this feat later? Well, that was his business, and his alone.

Your eyes held a hint of fear when you looked at him. Fear of rejection.

Why would he ever push you away for something like this?

...Did someone do that before?

He heard you let out a faint, shaky breath, trying to find your voice.

He still didn't say anything. Just let you take your time. He couldn't rush something like this.

So he sat there, just out of reach as to not overwhelm you, as you took a deep breath and tried to compose yourself.

"So uh...I'm sure you have questions", you tried to say it in a way that lightened the mood, but your voice came out small.

It was fine. You couldn't lighten something like this either way.

The fae infront of you looked at you with the patients of a someone who's lived a dozen lifetimes and counting, which made you relax just a bit more.

Good.

"That I do perfect, but make no mistake, you are not obligated to answer"

"No! No, I- I want you to know. I wouldn't have shown you otherwise...", your voice trailed off.

Lilia took a deep breath.

Ok. Sharing scares.

Sharing memories.

Sharing war stories.

He could do that. He's done it before hundreds of times. He could do it again.

He just...didn't want to do it with someone so young. Someone who had absolutely zero business doing any type of life or death fighting.

Unfortunately, life was a total bitch and just loved putting him in these exact situations.

"Ok...ok. so why don't you tell me about...this one first", lilia pointed to the circular hole that went through your arm. He wanted to know what caused it.

(And maybe. Just maybe, find something that could heal it)

You sighed a bit. He thinks in relief? And smiled just a tad.

"Ok... that one was caused when me and a rescue team were trying to locate one of the medics that had gone missing during a surprise raid on the southwest base.... I wasn't even supposed to be there really...", you trailed off again. Your eyes glossing over a little.

Well. That couldn't happen.

The last thing he wanted here was for you to relive any one of these scars.

"What was the medics name?", it was the only thing he could ask, really. He didn't understand much of what else you had said.

You took a deep breath. Right.

You weren't there anymore.

"Caroline. Her name was Caroline. And she has a sister named Kate.... she's the one who put in the request for her to be found. Her body, at the very least"

Lilia began to wonder what exactly happened during these "raids". And why it required children to clean up the aftermath.

"Caroline. She was the medic. Ok.... you said you weren't supposed to be there?"

You looked a little sheepish at that.

"Yeah... our base was short on explosives manufacturers so they sent me. I was still learning but apparently I knew enough to go out there anyway. Heh...yeah, it didn't turn out too well"

....explosive manufacturers?

Lilia had met and worked with plenty if mages that specialized in more.. dramatic shows of magic. Especially during the wars.

How, lilia wondered, was something like that simulated without magic?

...He didn't know if he wanted to find out.

Instead of asking what in the seven an explosive manufacturer was, he asked:

"Why did you have to go though? Surely there were other uh...people in your field? That had nore experience", he kept his tone soft, trying to keep you unaware of the anger that was slowly building in his gut.

You silently shifted where you were sitting, looking like you regretted this more and more.

Damn.

Carefully, he added, "where were the others?"

"...active combat was getting more and more rare....no one thought- I mean- we just needed farmers and hunters and medics more than we needed weapons at the time"

The look on your face was...hard to describe as you struggled to explain your past situation as quick as possible. Like you would be punished if you didn't do it fast enough.

Hm...

"Y/N...", lilia started slowly

He had an idea of what your world was like.

He had a good idea of what your world was like.

And he was hoping that he wasn't right.

Your head raised a bit. Making eye contact with him and calming down just a little. Good. But he was going to feel all the more guilty about what he was about to say.

"Were you by chance, involved in any type of warfare?"

Lilia didn't know what you'd do. He had been ready for anything. For you to scream and shout and scratch and fight. For you to try and deny what you both already knew for whatever reason.

But you never did.

Instead, you just tilted your head to the side, like a confused dog.

Then you said:

"The war ended around...50 years ago? 60? I don't know for sure. The records were all destroyed, and the elders that fought in it are quickly dying out"

Lilia breath hitched.

All those scars. All their stories. Are from the aftermath? The aftermath of a finished war is still producing what lilia believes might very well be child soldiers.

And then you spoke again.

"When I was...I think twelve? I don't know. No one really knows their age. But I was definitely around twelve. The other manufacturers with more experience and a better idea if what they're doing got sent to the northern bases. They were needed there. They wouldn't tell me why"

...

...Twelve?

"Anyways, a couple months later -or were they weeks?- some time later, Caroline went missing"

Twelve?

"And I was really all they had to send"

Twelve.

"Now that I think about it...it was probably because they could replace me well enough if it didn't go as good as it did"

Fucking TWELVE?!

"As good as it did?!", lilias voice startled you out if your own head.

You looked at him. He looked back at you with an expression of exasperated rage.

You stopped talking.

"As good-as GOOD as it did!"

"Y/N. Y/N there is no good in this! This-" He grabbed your arm. Gesturing to the old, half healed scar that had started this whole mess "-is terrible! Dammit this is a crime against morality!"

...

...oh.

You looked at your arm. At the old shot gun would you had gotten after getting your arm stuck just outside if the entrance to the tunnel you and your temporary team had taken.

You could barely even remember why you had it out in the first place.

To throw a grenade you had put together on the spot? A stick of dynamite? You didn't know.

All you knew was that it hurt.

It still does sometimes.

You looked down at your own body.

They all still do sometimes.

....

Oh God...

You looked back at lilia, and the night resumed.

None of what you said will likely never be repeated outside if the walls of Ramshakle. Not all of it at least.

You didn't tell lilia about the scars on your back. You probably never will.

That was fine.

You told him what you had to do to survive, and he told you that you shouldn't have had to do that in the first place.

There were things that were never really explained. Like guns or grenades or that old, abandoned army tank that you played when you were a child.

("So it's a car...with a Canon on it?"

"Uhhhh. Sure. Yeah")

And other things...

Well. Turns out some scenarios are seen a bit different here.

You don't your age.

That's sad. Not bormal.

You don't know who your real parents are. The high infant mortality rate in the southeast base and the tunnels surrounding it that most mothers simply give away their children to avoid the pain of burying their babies.

That's a tragedy. A horrible, horrible tragedy.

Not normal.

Just like your life.

........

As soon as he got back to Diasomnia, lilia went to check on silver. Then sebek. Then malleus.

Silver and sebek were asleep. And he could see malleus taking a walk about the dorm from his bedroom window.

They were safe. Lilia felt his shoulders drop for the first time that night.

...and then he did something he never thought he would need do again.

Slowly, lilia walked over to his desk, lighting a tall, white candle and setting out an expensive piece of meat.

Wasn't the best offering, but it'll due for now.

He hoped it would at least.

Religion had long since died out of twisted wonderland as a whole, with only a few churches and temples remaining in certain parts in the shaftlands and a few of the older families in briar valley truly practicing in this modern age.

Even so, later that night when his dorm and his children were all sound asleep, lilia knelt beside his bed and prayed to his old god for the first time in centuries.

He could only hope that they would be answered.

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