#They were both like this is a dumb idea though and kept doing it anyway

[screampied]

‘ THINK I NEED SOMEONE OLDER ! ’

ᡴꪫ‎ synopsis. university sucks major ass. on the bright side, you’re on break—you decide to go pay your father a visit. this 'visit' ends up to you being introduced to his best friend, toji. who’s he? maybe your panties know the answer.

wc. 7.4k

warnings. fem! reader, dad's best friend! toji, age gap (reader is over twenty), praise, cunnilingús, squìrting, implied multiple órgasms, unprotected, degradation, size difference, impact play, poor dad is kinda clueless, almost caught, overstimulation.

dbf! masterlist

“who’s he?”

a simple question — yet the moment the words ran out your mouth, it felt as if all eyes were on you. in reality, it was though. the tall man who was quite a few staggering inches taller than your own father had such a gaze. he had hands buried into the depths of his pockets, shifting his weight as he stood still before burning a stare right into you. an intense stare, you could almost make out somewhat of an intriguing smirk. that sly smile with an everlasting scar running down the right side of his mouth.

“hey honey,” your father waves out with a brief gesture. he throws an arm around the buff man before giving him a rough pat on the back. “this is toji. met him ‘bout a year ago at one of those boat races. heh, news flash—he lost.”

“woah. no need to embarrass me, man,” toji murmurs in a raspy tone and by all means was his voice deep. laced in pure baritone, far deeper than your fathers. by a mile, to be specific. his voice has a jagged huskiness to it, insanely attractive. as he spoke, his eyes flickered towards you and he’d occasionally look away with that same chaffing sneer. “but anyway,” toji averts his eyes back towards you. his cologne was loud, you could smell it from miles away from you. he pauses for a few good seconds before uttering. “it’s nice to meet ya, sweetheart.”

you gulped, suddenly feeling small. you couldn’t pinpoint what it was about him — his demeanor, the way he carried himself, anything was. but it was something that had you a bit drawn in so to speak. “i um..”

“she’s not that much of a speaker,” your father chuckles, giving you a soft rub near your back. “poor brain’s probably all fried from those midterms. right honey?”

“you don’t say.” toji raises a brow, glancing away for a moment and a smile tugged right against his his dimples—and for a moment, he was suddenly intrigued by his best friend’s daughter.

that was the initial first reaction between the two of you. you ended up staying at your father’s house for the remaining duration of your visit.

nothing too much sparked between the two of you, of course there’d be subtle moments. real subtle moments—stupid things, like having him help you grab something from one of the top shelves.

of course he’d help, he was taller than you by many many inches. effortlessly towering over you. it’s the way he’d press up against you. it was quite hard to shut those thoughts of yours up. those lewd salacious thoughts that were forever kept into the very back of your brain, silently fantasizing about your father’s best friend.

apparently, he stayed for quite around the same time you did since he and your father would typically hang, do all sorts of men activities you never really cared about—golfing, shooting ranges, watching the most recent football games. that was the most annoying part, how they’d both obnoxiously yell at the screen whenever their favorite team was pathetically losing.

your room was directly upstairs, you heard everything. it was as if the walls were merely thin. in a way, they were. the constant repetitious hollering from the two men were so irksome. eyes merely rolled to the back of your head whilst you were trying to scroll on your phone in peace.

you never did understand why a dumb game of balls would drive men so crazy. nevertheless, you let off a tiny sigh before plopping right down in your bed. immensely, you stared off into space.

you had no idea why, but the minute your eyes linger into the white nearly peeled off drywall near the ceiling, you thought about him. toji.

stupid, maybe…

it’s been a few days and you hardly knew the guy. encounters between him were subtle and brief. he’d nod his head at you, barely acknowledging your existence and going straight back to some meaningless conversation with your father.

there was one day however, one day that had you hot all over. it was when you walked in on toji, he was using the spare shower that no one really uses, it’s reserved mostly for guests—perfect for him in this case.

you remember it like it was yesterday. since you were wide awake during this time for whatever reason, your dad sent you to go replace some towels from downstairs since he was doing laundry so you mindlessly make your way downstairs. the door was visibly cracked. sure, you probably should have knocked but who takes showers around three am?

apparently, this guy.

toji was literally just getting out the shower when you walked in. steam fogged throughout the entire space.

it was hot, stuffy and dampened with mist clinging against the rectangular mirrors. smothered with fog, you practically end up bumping right into something hard.

to be specific, that something was toji’s broad chest. maybe you were a bit delusional but you could have sworn, the moment you made contact with his bulky pecs, it moved upon impact.

“excuse you, sweetheart,” toji would scoff teasingly, his low voice was a bit more rougher since it was late at night. you were definitely speechless, barely able to process a single word from your mouth. thankfully a towel was wrapped around his slim torso—yet you started to wish maybe he didn’t have it protecting his lower half.

your eyes stuck to his chest the entire time, talk about embarrassing. immediately, your pretty dilated pupils ran down his chest, down his v-line, his perfectly structured build . . and then, his happy trail. he was well trimmed of the sort, practically. toji’s version of well trimmed was a bit hairy. regardless, it was still an attractive feature.

the more your eyes rove, the more you glance at his nearly perfectly sculptured structure. his chest was painted with a plethora of battle scars, now you were the one intrigued. you wanted to know more.

“you’re a little rude, huh,” and you abruptly snap from your thoughts. it was so brusque…

returning back to reality, out of that lewd trance you were so desperately trapped in—you blink twice, not even realizing how he was right up close to you. toji stares down at you before sneering. “it’s like three am. shouldn’t you be in bed?”

you shift your feet a bit, maintaining a little distance before trying to reply in the best nonchalant way possible. “uh no,” and then you utter awkwardly. “shouldn’t you be in bed? who randomly wakes up to take showers this late?”

“guys my age,” he jibes. “ya wouldn’t get it.”

you deadpan, fully aware it was a joke but you held everything in you to not have your eyes roll all the way back. “whatever,” and then you nearly forget what you were about to do. he watches you, you open near the lower cabinet and replace the clean towels. it grew profoundly quiet, a pin could drop. the moment you turned around, toji scoffs to himself. “did you need anything? something else?”

“ah. thank you, i’m fine, princess,” toji huffs with a sly grin. he reaches near the small wooden table to grab what seemed to be a half-used lotion bottle. however, you didn’t expect for him to completely change the topic, flipping your own words around with a blunt, “do you need something?”

“huh?”

“you heard me, girl.”

the banter…

he was definitely cocky, playful, literally any other synonym would fit.

you hated how he’d get you speechless everytime. you loathed how he was such an effect on you. with a brief gnaw on your bottom lip you narrow your eyes, mumbling out a, “stupid question.”

“i agree,” toji smirks. “but eh. y’er a smart girl. ‘m sure you can come up with a good comeback soon.”

he was so annoying, entirely so.

it’d be simple interactions like that between the two of you. much to your surprise though, nothing really else happened. toji would tease you a bit then pretend nothing happened, throw you a compliment or two and call it a day.

toji would often visit daily or twice a day, mainly to hang with your father. you could care less about what they did, but you were bored out of your mind from being in the house all day. you could go out, but it’s not like you had anyone to go with. everyone was either busy or … busy. besides, most of your friends were on exotic vacations or out of the country—you sighed, rubbing a hand against your stomach as you stared in the ceiling wall.

but then, the most lasciviously filthy thought made its way into your thoughts. you thickly swallowed before reaching a hand down between your legs. the air grew abnormally dry, shame…

to be completely honest, you couldn’t even remember the last time you touched yourself. this couldn’t have ever been a more perfect time. you were sure your father and his cocky best friend was out at top golf, probably.

intaking a single breath, you lean back against your pillow—slowly, you started to focus on your breathing.

parting your legs, you lightly pull down your shorts before tugging your panties to the side. you wince for a little, realizing how you were already a bit soaked. a little dampened spot right towards the front part of your underwear. you knew it had to be from pondering about toji.

speaking of, you remember that time where he helped—well, ‘attempted’ to cook dinner that one time. all you could focus on was his hands. such rough thick hands, you wondered what’d it feel like to have those same hands gingerly wrap around your throat. such thick fingers shove down your throat while he calls you such degrading names—just anything.

the more you were deep in thought, the more drenched you started to become. you went slow, being patient with yourself. you imagined it was toji’s fingers instead of yours. such big fingers thrusting in and out of you.

steadily, you start to insert a single finger in. a middle finger, it felt good, you suppressed a single moan and by this point, your imagination was running wild. you allowed your body to relax for a few moments before you slipped another finger inside. seconds later, you started to gentle move around inside your clit. your pace was sweet and precise—you let out a soft moan that rang throughout your thin walls. “toji—f-fuckkk.”

your voice was shaky, imagining toji being here right now made you throb ten times more. just propped all up behind you, thrashing his fingers against your swollen folds made you more aroused than you ever thought. your thrusts against your own entrance was small, a steady pace but irregular enough to make your knees start to buckle.

throwing your head back a little, you started to whine as each second dragged. your breath became insignificantly heavy, hitched and all. you made sure to stimulate in all the right areas, adapting to a perfect rhythm, then that’s when you’re rudely interrupted. talk about a cliche.

“hey. is it anymore detergen—”

toji pauses mid sentence, literally trying to process the scenery in front of him. he stands still and his initial reaction was slow. the first thing he does is chortle lowly. “well, shit. is this a bad time?”

you’ve never felt anymore embarrassed in your life, a sudden wave of heat rushed over your body before you quickly shielded yourself with your blanket. “oh my god,” you’d squeak out, and toji averts his eyes elsewhere for a few seconds. “i thought you all left already.”

toji hums. he takes a moment, and it’s as if he’s thinking of what to say. he was amused, seeing your flustered state and he looks back at you. “we were but it got canceled last minute since a storm’s approaching,” and you let off a soft gulp, hearing his footsteps creak against your wooden floor as he got closer. “thank god it was me who came in here ‘n not your father, right princess? now that’d be embarrassing.”

“stop calling me that,” you grumble, and you don’t even realize how soft and weak your voice was. you slowly pull your fingers out before intaking another sharp breath. he glanced at you before simpering. “haven’t you heard of knocking?”

“girl,” toji utters in a low rasp. “the door was wide open. i can’t knock on air,” and you mentally eye rolled — he was so insufferable. incredibly so, toji’s eyes roam across your old room that was a bit scattered with some boxes from when you moved out four years ago. it was a bit unkempt, your father usually used your room sometimes just to store things from the attic. toji buried his hands into his pockets before chuckling. “i heard you, ya know. moaning my name all loud like that.”

you blinked thrice, sitting up before compressing your eyebrows together. “what?”

“whaaat?” he jeers, mocking you. toji inches closer towards you until he was right beside your bedside. you gaze up at him and he had a blunt sticking out from the corner of his lips. he looked so appetizing, even while dressed down. ripped jeans and a sweatshirt. you could tell he was fit, of course he was—you saw him shirtless. he was well likely in his early thirties, dressing so laid back and casual. “between you and me, sweetheart, you can do better. ‘s cute ‘n all but that’s not how ya finger yourself. been a while, yeah?”

this guy, he was so bold. casually speaking his dirty mind, not afraid to say anything.

you don’t know why, but those last few words made you throb. you loathed how right he was, it was as if he could read you like a book. between studies and actually living a university student’s life, you barely ever get time to yourself. time to please yourself.

“whatever,” you utter. “yeah... it’s been a while.”

“poor thing,” he clicks his tongue before taking a seat on your bed. it jitters from his weight for a bit before he peers a gaze at you. “hm,” he puffs out, dragging a hand against his jeans. “i’d be happy to help though. those useless fingers of yours can only please you so much, right? heh.”

this indescribable effect he had on you, it heavily irked your nerves. “…please,” and you don’t even register what quickly came out of your mouth.

you were so pent up by this point, being interrupted. you wanted to finish, you desperately wanted to finish. your soft breaths hitched, and toji’s intimate stare lingered on you for a bit. his loud cologne started to waft across the entire room, so intoxicating. “just make me finish, please.”

“there’s those manners,” he coos in a husky tone, and he gets up closer. he was purely teasing you, you just wanted to feel his touch . . . feel something at least. he pulls the fat cover that went over you, yet at a more tantalizingly slow pace. he was a mere tease, you nearly let off a whine once you felt the tips of his warm fingers skim past your thighs. “messy girl,” he mumbles, and then he pauses to glance at you. “are you sure? jus’ wanna-”

“toji,” you mutter, and you liked hearing you roll his name so sweetly off your tongue. seeing you grow purely frustrated was utter amusement to him. the way your eyebrows would curl and furrow, irises flaring and your jaw slightly tensing. you had such readable body language by default too. “please. i want you. just touch me.”

he simpers. “pretty please.”

“……”

again, he was so infuriating. you felt yourself starting to pant, not knowing how much longer you could take as he started to softly trail a thumb against your skin. his touch was so warm, it was intense and ignited something within you.

“touch me—pretty please, toji.” you mutter out, sprawling your legs out just a bit. it was so hot, the temperature surrounding the atmosphere of the room was so humid. he glances at you before smiling.

“that’s a good girl.”

his words warmed your heart in such a lewd provocative way, you just wanted his touch.

desperately yearning for it, toji leans up close, bringing a big hand to part your legs apart and he was so slow. he takes the blunt that was propped up between his teeth, setting it aside near your nightstand. you prepare to inhale deeply, not expecting him to then bring a tender kiss towards your inner thighs. he started to create a trail—a trail that gingerly went up and up and up.

“so sensitive,” he’d purr, watching your own body melt from just the softness of his lips against your skin. you wanted him to hurry, you replayed this exact scenario over and over at least a dozen times. now that it was reality, you just knew that your body wanted him. “oh. don’t give me that look,” and he smirks, watching the pout grow against your lips. “gonna stare at me all day or are ya gonna tell me how you’d like for me to start?”

“i need you to—eat me out,” you huff out in short singular breaths. you were throbbing rapidly, each moment he stalled to speak, the more aroused you grew. his warm breath just fanning against your folds had you nearly going weak.

he snickers. “need?” he repeats, and you moan once he swiftly drags a finger down your soaked cunt. it was drenched, but it could be a bit more. toji hums to himself cockily. “you don’t need shit, girl. fix your sentence ‘n talk proper..”

“i—” you gripe, starting to grow more and more frustrated. your vexed facial expression amused him. he raises his darkened brows, awaiting for your answer and the cute pout that continued to stretch across your lips was so cute. “i— i want you to eat me out, pretty please.”

“much better,” he says in a low gruff. the moment he finally hovers his mouth over your sopping clit, toji gently strokes a thumb up and down. opening you up slowly, he creates a single slow lick to make you whimper. “i’ll make ya cum quicker than you ever could, princess.”

and you knew he probably wouldn’t lie about a simple fact like that. toji’s touch, it was sloppy.

without a doubt, he was a messy eater.

just one taste of you and he was hooked—a new addiction for him and it wasn’t gambling.

you tasted sweet, candied even. he was in so deep, occasionally the tip of his nose would prod against your entrance. you slumped back against the bed, your legs twitching in pleasure. not before long, your lips started to part and you started to gnaw on your hardened knuckles. you didn’t wanna be too loud—you just remembered your father was right downstairs.

he didn’t have the best hearing in the world, but knowing you, you could be a bit overzealous with your moans.

the noises his tongue made, sliding his tongue between your folds, sucking and nibbling. he even broke away his lips just to spit a nice wad onto your pussy. you watched the entire time, mesmerized. he was so nasty—nasty and you only wanted more. toji continued to drag a thumb against your slit, lapping up your slick arousal that was already starting to drip down his chin. it ran further down, a bit of his trimmed facial hair now soaked with your sweetness.

“how’s it feel, princess,” he’d mutter out, briefly departing his lips away. as he does—you stare as a pretty cobweb of his own spit tugs against your own entrance. glistening and all, it was so sheeny. he was right between your precious thighs, and you couldn’t help but give his ruffled dark hair a light pull. “tell me how i make you feel. talk to me nice, girl.”

“good,” you whimper, nearly choking on your own saliva. your words were so trembly, you could hardly recognize yourself. it’s been a while since you’ve been eaten out, let alone being intimate. as you continued to let off irregular breathing patterns, you swallow. “f-feels good.”

“just good?” he’d tease, bringing a long suck towards your clit. you let off a whine once he playfully nibbles near that particular spot with his teeth. his tongue scrapes against your folds time and time again. it’s indescribable—toji’s head shook back and forth as he was nose deep into your pussy. for a moment, he sounds offended.

toji gives your cunt a sweet little kiss, and he feels it start to hastily pulse from doing so.

he knew you were getting close, all from a simple cue from his tongue. speaking of toji’s tongue . . it was lengthy.

so long, it reached areas that had your eyes mindlessly rolling back.

cute little cacophonies of, “oh my g-godddd,” repeated ghosts past your lips as you started to practically drag his face against you. the texture of his tongue—so moist and slick, already wet from obvious reasons, but grew even more dampened from your sheer arousal. it was a taste his tastebuds grew to crave more of. “gonna c-cum toji. f-fuckkk.”

“you’re gonna wait for me, little girl,” he grouses, and your irises fleetingly dilate. he gifts the entrance of your cunt with another string of spit, then he rubs a few circles against it. mean vigorous circles that made your legs pathetically twitch. “you make a mess when i tell you too.”

he was so mean.

such sternness in his tone, yet it turned you on. that slight secretive rasp that hid underneath his voice. toji breaks his lips away for a moment, glaring at you before focusing near the crevices of your thighs. he teasingly slides his tongue upward, away from your most sensitive area just to watch you squirm.

“toji,” you’d whimper, feeling his tongue just roam everywhere from below. he was so skilled, you’ve never had a man be so sloppy. at least in a way that toji was. he greedily sucks near your thighs, gently sinking his canines into the plush of your thighs before going back towards your pussy. “i can’t—can’t hold..”

you were barely able to finish your sentence, and that’s when you came — it was so sudden and abrupt. gushing all out of you and your nerves had your mind spiraling. a constant crazed loop.

it felt like a wave, a tsunami crashing down and it felt so good.

your orgasm that shortly followed was so loud, you didn’t even bother trying to cover your mouth. toji chuckles, cupping his mouth around the very top part of your achey slit before lapping his tongue against your hood. your hips temporarily quavered due to his tongue, and you still maintained a rough grip on his head.

“easy on the fuckin’ hair,” he’d grunt after feeling you roughly yank on his strands bringing a kiss towards your slick entrance. you swallowed, your legs feeling practically mush before he brings a terse spank towards your clit. “cute ‘n all, but i didn’t say you could finish yet.”

“s-sorry,” you’d breathe out, still feeling the after effects of your intense high. it was so good, your eyes were all hooded and droopy. toji saw a bit of drool seeping from the corners of your mouth and hums silently.

he sighs, leaning up before getting on top of you. he hovers himself and you stare up at him. he rests both arms over you, groping near the rickety headrest before leaning up close to your face.

“are you sorry, sweetheart?” and he gets up a bit closer, green viridescent eyes glance right into you—you smelled the mint and brief tang of alcohol residing on his tongue. using another hand to grab your chin, he softly pulls your bottom lip down before derisively grinning. “aw. nothing to say? no back talk this time?”

“i… want a kiss,” you pant, feeling his warm body just inches away from colliding against yours. just a single inch and he’d be grinding on you. “kiss me.”

“oh i dunno. sounds like a demand, babygirl,” he’d sneer, and your eyes leer near his scar. it was damp a little from him just being between your thighs a moment ago. perhaps it was a bit filthy, but you wanted to taste it. taste him. “ask me the right way.”

you pout, staring right into his eyes. “i wan— can i get a kiss, pretty please. i just want a kiss.”

“course ya can,” he utters, and that’s right when he squeezes your chin. your lips were plump and glossy. toji stares at you back for a long while, studying your cute expressions before he leans right in. the kiss was passionate, it felt so wrong but felt so right. you moaned the second his lips crashed onto yours. he finds it cute, feeling your arms rub and feel around his slim waist. you were pulling him closer — a sign that you wanted more of him. toji teasingly grinds his hefty body against you, and you whimper in his mouth once you feel his thick bulge prod against your panties that were halfway on you. “mhm.” he’d groan.

while his tongue skims against yours, you part your lips a bit for him and the incoming savory taste you’d get a treat out of.

you made sure to savor it, so sweet with a bit of spice.

running your tongue against his, breaking away to lick near his chin, softly making sure to lick near his stubble—you cleaned your own mess off of him. without him asking you either, toji grunts as he watched you through his peripherals. he’d never expect his best friend to have such a nasty girl for a daughter.

“y’er fuckin’ filthy,” he mumbles, breaking away and watching both strands of spit leave and depart. your lips curv into a cute needy scowl before he heard your father suddenly call out from downstairs.

“honey? i said, was that a scream…? is everything okay?”

your eyes widen, not even knowing your father was speaking—yelling actually. toji snickers, and now he’s the one suddenly quiet. prick.

“o-oh um,” you clear your throat, sitting up and that’s when toji starts to create soft chaste kisses near the inside of your neck. you nearly moaned before turning your head to speak. “i’m—i’m fine. i thought i saw a cockroach.”

“cockroach? do you need me to come up and—”

“no!” you’d quickly reply before clearing your throat once more. you let off a sigh, feeling toji start to suck near your collarbone. “i mean, no dad. i’m okay. thanks anyways.”

“okay honey, if you say so.”

toji chortles. “fuck. you’re bad at lying. just tell y’er old man you were getting eaten out by me.”

you glare at him, immensely bringing your brows into a furrow. “no, i’m not gonna say that. are you crazy?”

“maybe.”

you eye rolled, yet part of you felt like he wasn’t exactly lying. after all, he could probably be insane—perhaps he was.

you didn’t know, and to be frank, you didn’t really care. all you really cared about was getting pleasured—riding out orgasm after orgasm with him, and that’s exactly what you ended up doing for hours on end.

toji would find himself leaned back against your pillow, studying your hips carefully before grinning.

the moment you lightly shove him back, he clicks his tongue. “oh?” he says, and you already sprung his dick out. he was very much hard, presenting you with an upward slight curve. you licked your lips, hovering over him before giving him a few strokes. a groan slips past his lips and your thumb brushes against the various veins that ran just below his foreskin. “y’er gonna ride me? can a sweet girl like you even handle it?”

“shut up,” you’d fuss, and he just smirks at you. you wanted to wipe that smug expression from his face. he knew just how to irritate your nerves. toji watches you throw your leg over him, a simple hook around. you’re straddling him now and he brings two rough hands to attach near your hips. you lean in to kiss him again and he returns it, slowly tilting his head back and your arms wrap around him. he feels you reach down, grabbing ahold of his shaft before softly sliding the head of his dick near your slick entrance. “s-shit. you’re big.”

“i try not to disappoint,” he slyly says, sliding a thumb near your hips. his voice was so low, so pompous and arrogant. you give him a glare but he only hums out of pure amusement. “barely the tip in ‘n y’er struggling. need my help, sweetheart?”

you ignored him and he smirks, allowing you to do your thing—you bring one hand towards his chest, gently feeling near his perfectly chiseled abs. he was so toned, tracing against his tense muscles and he watches your every move. it was as if time was stood still, he chuckles at how eager you were. you weren’t like him, you weren’t patient and thorough. you were a bit more rushed and sloppy—cute, it was very much cute to him though.

a moan goes past your lips once the wet tip of his slowly starts to sink inside. it had a few droplets of pre-cum leaking down, and you slowly rocked your hips in place to get comfortable. his eyes go lower to focus more on your body, the grip he had on your waist was so rough and sensual. because toji was so thick — it took you a good six minutes, six precise minutes to reach all the way down to the base. your lips opened a bit, and you let off a soft shrilling whimper once you did a cute attempt at jerking forward.

“take it slow,” he purrs in such a rasp, you leisurely started to lurch back and forth once he was buried all the way down to the hilt. you inhale deeply and he was so hefty. balls deep, swollen balls that was hidden and engulfed beneath your inner walls. “atta girl.” he praises, watching you try to maintain a decent rhythm.

ringing went throughout your ears, you felt all hot.

toji playfully brings a hand to feel near your tummy. you were wearing some old university hoodie. it was comfortable, but much to his surprise, you didn’t have a bra underneath. he hums to himself, and you let off a moan once his hand trails ever further. further and further until his thumb brushes against your perky nipples.

“t— toji,” you’d moan, and another hand of his was tightly clinging onto the left part of your waist. you were riding him smoothly. yet since he was so big, you started to feel your thighs building up with drowsiness. your efforts were cute to him, so desperately eager to get off.

his black lashes flicker, and the way he’s all leaned back and manspread was so attractive—you felt your back start to naturally arch and it didn’t take long for toji to reach that particular spot. once you felt his tip prod against there—way past inside the orifices of your cunt, you let off a sweetened whimper. “found it,” he whispers, bringing you close towards his chest. you lean into his touch, intaking his cologne into your nose before your hand starts to wander all over his body. he liked how handsy you were, slipping a hand right underneath his shirt to feel a part of his abs. you made sure to trace directly on each line, each tender flexing muscle. all the way down onto his sharp v-line. further down, you started to feel his happy trail. your favorite.

he grunts, feeling the softness of your hands meander freely. “that’s it, sweetheart,” he gruffs in a sharp breath. an imaginary lump getting caught in his throat — he was holding both of your hips upright and by this point you were slamming right onto his thick cock. “touch me more. feel all over me baby.”

“can i—” you started, leaning in to kiss near the crook of his neck. your voice was soft, a bit trembly before your hands went up this time. feeling near his pecs before a breath gets caught in his throat. “can i feel here, toji?”

“f-fuckin’ girl,” he groans, a chill running down his spine the second he feels you gently rubbing a thumb against his nipples this time. toji was surprisingly far more sensitive despite his rough front he was putting up, it was a bit cute. after all, he did say feel all over you. toji was panting now, while you rode him continuously, he swiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead. “whatever.”

you giggle, watching him now be the one with a pouty expression this time. you plant a kiss near where his slanted scar went down his lip before he spanks your ass. “just ‘cause ‘m sensitive there doesn’t mean ‘m gonna get all whiney for you, girl,” he utters in a raspy tone. the sharp sting from the spank felt good.

you felt yourself twitch between your thighs whilst your hips moved in harmony. you do a little back bend with your hips, constantly jerking against him and he grunts with how slow yet sloppy your movements were. “keep goin’ slow like that. ‘m gonna—cum.”

his voice consistently got deeper, and the tips of his fingers gently pierced into your skin—you were vocal yourself though. moan after moan, a constant repeat. you found yourself whining out his name as if it was a lewd mantra. over and over again, to toji though, it was purely music to his ears.

he feels you start to slow down a bit though, exactly at the minute he tells you he was approaching his incoming release. toji clenched his jaw, gifting the fat of your ass with another mean spank. “f-fuck. keep fuckin’ me. make me fuckin’ cum.”

you plant kisses near his neck this time, near the very inside and you swiftly quicken your pace a little. he was stuffing you full of thick inches, full of such girth that had your tongue salivating right in your mouth. you could only imagine what it’d feel like to have his seed pouring into you. you couldn’t lie to yourself, ever since you saw toji shirtless. his bulge sticking out through his towel, you only imagined he’d be so full of cum to give. you tilt your hips backwards, and he lets off a husky groan.

that particular spot reached so deep, you felt it too. his cockhead pokes and taps repeatedly against your sweet spot and you sob out a needy, “f-fuck, ‘s right there,” you tilt forward and he’s just about reaching his peak. the longer you took, the more spanks you received.

toji was a patient man, but only for so long.

the bed frame creaked constantly, it was the only tune that played in the background. he slithers a hand down between your thighs and spanks your cunt a few times. you whimpered, already a bit sensitive but felt something else approaching. “toji— toji.”

toji groans, the build up nearly taking his breath away. with your rhythmic thrusts against him, his eyes merely roll and he has to take a minute to catch his breath. you wrap a hand around his throat—tenderly of course—then place your lips onto his once he finally finishes inside of you.

he didn’t expect for you to choke him, but he liked it.

he liked how forward you were, your thumb lightly grazed against his adam’s apple, and a deep grunt gets trapped in his throat. your cunt was practically overflowed with such dumps of his cum—you’ve never felt more filled. toji shook a little, a hand gripping your ass as you kissed him.

slowly, he started to feel himself get addicted.

he already was addicted from having a simple taste of you earlier, but he was getting infatuated. you had him whipped, and he knew this probably wouldn’t be a one time thing.

albeit, the last thing you expect is to pull away from the kiss once you feel a sudden pressure brewing up within you.

momentarily, you whine—feeling a sudden familiar wetness coat his base. nerves all throughout your body had you locked in a trance, and you pause your hips before toji tsks.

“little girl,” he mumbles with a sly smile. “did you just squirt on me?”

it was so unexpected, you pant heavily—heave after heave leaving your lips before you moan out a sweet, “y-yes.”

“don’t be shy about it. i like when it’s messy,” he sneers, his eyes tantalizingly trailing down your body once more before he lifts you up just a bit from his shaft. he observes the lewd mess, how much cum trickled past your thighs and he hums. “wanna do that again? i bet i can do it in five minutes, baby.”

to say you were being treated like a rag doll was an understatement.

toji was ruthless with you, ruthless with you in your own house. well, ex-house. you didn’t live here anymore but you used to.

he coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of you like it was nothing. making you imitate and try positions you’ve never even heard of—you were getting stretched, easily said. it’s been hours by this point, you weren’t even in your room anymore. you were in the bathroom with him.

toji had you propped up against the door, you’re taking him from behind and you’re roughly biting down on your lip.

entirely so, it was still risky.

your father was right outside near the living room doing who knows what. probably watching some sports program—yet of course, he started to grow curious of where his best pal went. initially, toji said he had to use the restroom.

like four hours ago . .

he was so mean too, spanking your ass numerous times. your ass was perked upright for him, and you’re leaning against the door. you whimpered, feeling him grip on your panties that he refused to pull off of you.

oh, he likes seeing it dangle and thwack against your skin. the pretty fabric just cutely rubbing against your thighs. his weight just barely hovers against you and he’s smacking right into you.

your cunt swallowed his hefty inches each and every time—by this point, you weren’t sure if you could even give him one more.

you lost count of how many mind blowing orgasms that you were just completely intoxicated from his dick and his dick alone.

toji’s rough bare hands grab onto both parts of your ass, spreading it before deepening his strokes just a bit. you moaned, feeling every inch store inside of your sweet cunt. he knew just where to hit you. you breathe through your mouth and your nose at the same time, heavy cute pants that started to fog up the door’s material.

“fuck, fuck me f-fuckkk,” you’d drag out, and your back naturally arches just from a teasing touch of his finger racing down your back.

your ass was held up high and your cheek was softly nudging against the cold door. another build up was approaching and you were just so in awe—you were literally thinking, where has he been all your life? “close, ‘m getting closer.”

“bet you are. drippin’ all on me ‘n it’s fuckin’ nasty,” he replies—yet you freeze once you hear footsteps approach the door. it was your father, right when you were about to cum—you feel toji’s hand wrap around your mouth. your eyes roll backwards, and then he speaks through the other end of the door.

“toji? hehe, did ya fall in there man? you’re missing the game. we’re down by four points.”

toji chuckles, hearing a tiny muffled squeak go past your lips. he was balls deep, giving you such thick vigorous inches. that’s when he leans right up close to you—a hand still propped to have your mouth shut before whispering in a raspy tone. “you gotta be quiet, sweetheart. you want y’er old man to hear you make a sloppy mess on me?”

you shake your head, making an attempt to try and suck on his fingers and be smiles. “messy baby.”

your mouth was now stuffed with nothing but his thick fingers. you moaned, coating each digit with your glistening saliva as he pounded right into you. the grip your cunt had on him made him groan. eyes roll into the depths of your cranium so far back that your vision was pure black. squelch after squelch, it was so erotic. the build up of your incoming release yet again.

it was so slow and tense, you felt your thighs ache and tremble the more you were arched all over for him. the most sluttiest arch he’s seen in a while.

“huh—oh, nah man i’m good,” toji replies with a simper. you were trying so hard to be quiet, if your father heard anything, that’d be a wrap for you.

dying out of pure embarrassment certainly wasn’t on your bucket list for sure. the way toji responded was so casual, almost as if he wasn’t just happily drilling into his best friend’s cunt in his own home. “four points? shit. defense can’t do anything right.”

“telllll me about it! i could play better with my eyes closed, damn.”

you found it so irksome how they were casually having a dumb conversation whilst you were just about to gush right onto toji’s shaft—you felt him dip his hips into you deeper though, and you let off a sweet whine.

toji leans into your ear and whispers. “you’re doing a good job, sweetheart,” and then he chuckles. removing his hand, you nearly let off the most loudest orgasm imaginable but you kept it together by biting your tongue. it was a cute squeal, and as your legs part you made such a mess.

again…

it was probably the umpteenth time.

while you ride out your release, he’s slowing down his strokes and stares at the excess cum filling up your entrance. toji licks his lips, dragging a thumb to plug it all back in once he pulls out. he didn’t like putting things to waste. you whimper, feeling so taken aback from how stuffed full you were.

it was an awkward silence, you felt a sharp scare in your stomach once you thought your father heard everything — but thankfully so, he plopped right back down on the couch. toji lets you take a moment to calm down, and then he brings a wet kiss towards your lips. you were so sensitive, trembling within his hold—you didn’t want him to leave just now.

“atta girl,” he purrs, that same sly smile pressing against his lips as he brings a thumb towards your lip. his gaze was so hypnotizing. such pools of green eyes looked like it had a story to tell, and perhaps you wanted to know just who toji fushiguro really was.

maybe that story is ready for another day though.

thankfully you didn’t get caught.

or did you—you had to leave out the bathroom first, then toji after about a lengthy minute time difference so it wouldn’t be remotely suspicious. once the both of you were out, after about an hour of you all crammed up and watching the boring never ending basketball game, your dad ends up going to the bathroom.

while he was occupied, you leaned against toji and he wraps an arm around you. he could tell you wanted more—but his gaze was stern, telling you with his eyes to basically be a good girl and be patient.

a few seconds pass before you father bellows out a pitched, “erm. toji? is this shampoo—? what’s this white stuff over the sink? doesn’t look like shampoo.”

the both of you share the same frozen expression, impish smiles fading before you nudge toji to speak after long seconds passes.

“huh? oh, that’s uh mayonnaise. i forgot to clean up after myself.”

“aren’t you allergic to mayonnaise?”

you mentally facepalm, watching toji break into a sheepish sweat before he gruffs out a low, “i guess not that brand of mayonnaise.”

“right. riiiight,” your father mutters, and you heard sudden shifting. it was abrupt, and you felt something fall — probably a brush from the familiar after sound, you then hear your dad add a follow up question. “wait a minute,” and he glances down near the floor. “are these panties?”

#★vegasbaby. #toji x reader #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x you #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #anime smut #female reader #cw sex mention #jjk x reader smut

[miley1442111]

jealous?- a.hotchner

a/n: i imagined a fem reader but as per usual, imagine what you like :)

summary: aaron couldn't be jealous, right?

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

warnings: jealousy, heavy kissing, aaron is mean to spencer, not really cheating but kinda

Aaron truly didn’t mind keeping your relationship a secret.

He thought it was a good idea considering you two were only a few months in. As much as Aaron loved you, and you loved him, hiding it was a necessity. 

Right now? Aaron wanted to walk right up to you and kiss you so hard that the officer speaking to you finally got the message. The officer, John Davis had his hands on you, he kept talking to you, asking you dumb questions. Aaron could tell you were getting irritated, if he did what we wanted, he would be sure you wouldn’t mind. Though, workplace conduct also held him back. He was the unit chief after all. 

But what happened next shocked him. Shy little Spencer Reid walked up to you, wrapped and arm around your waist, and kissed you. 

What?

You were taken by surprise, but the officer just walked away feeling dejected. Spencer pulled back with an apologetic smile and cleared his throat, his face beet red.

“He wouldn’t leave you alone,” he shrugged, explaining his motivation behind kissing you. You just nodded, shocked that your best friend just kissed you.

“Spencer!” Aaron’s voice rang out through the room. Spencer’s head turned, a sickly feeling settling in his stomach. “Outside, now,” Aaron demanded. You sent Aaron a stern glance, silently asking him to not go too hard on Spencer. He didn’t return it. 

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“What were you thinking?” Aaron demanded.

“Hotch, he wouldn’t leave her alone- I- what was I supposed to do?” Spencer attempted to add reasoning onto the sudden display, though a part of him deep down knew that he liked you as more than just a friend. 

“Get. Me,” Aaron deadpanned. “If you have an issue with the officers or anyone on a case you need to get me or Jj, she’s our liaison, I’m the Unit Chief,” he growled. “I thought you’d remember that, Spencer.”

“Hotch please, you know that guy wouldn’t have went away-” 

“Do I really have to babysit you?” Aaron was just being mean now. You were walking outside to them both anyways, Penelope had another break in the case. 

“Aaron,” you sighed, standing beside Spencer. “Stop being mean.”

Aaron’s body language changed immediately. He shut up. 

“Penelope has something, you head in Spencer, yeah?” You smiled at Spencer and he nodded and went inside. “What the fuck are you playing at Aaron?”

Aaron sighed, then grabbed your waist and pulled you in to kiss him. This wasn’t like any kiss before. It was heavy, passionate and all-consuming. You smiled into it.

“No one,” a kiss to your lips. “Should,” another kiss. “Kiss,” another kiss. “My,” another kiss. “Girlfriend,” he finished it off with a longer kiss, allowing his hands to travel and squeeze your ass, knowing it usually makes you open your mouth in surprise. Your gasp was swallowed by his lips as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, every attempt you made at pulling away was stopped by his large hands. 

“Baby-” breathed in between kisses as his lips latched onto your neck. “The team, they’ll see us-” 

“Fuck the team,” he said breathlessly. It clicked. 

“You’re jealous,” you stated, a small smirk on your face, Aaron rolled his eyes.

“It doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out,” he tried to capture your lips again but you stopped him.

“You have nothing to be jealous of. Spencer is my friend, that's it,” You smiled, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. 

“Honey-”

“Let’s go back inside, yeah?” You smiled and he grabbed your hand, reluctantly following behind you. You dropped his hand as you walked into the conference room with the rest of the team, but Aaron felt better. 

You were his. He was yours. 

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criminal minds masterlist :)

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[jade-jini]

imagine dom nerd won x popular sub reader 😩

(I love my wony baby so much Ahhh also I’m sorry I took forever 😞) Smut!

Nerdy wony who might not be that talkative but is not exactly shy you know what I mean? Everybody would believe she’s a sub because look at her she’s so cute and polite but when you guys are in bed?? She shows you who’s in control and who owns you.

(And when I say dom nerd wony is cute but at the same time has a resting bitch face then what? It makes sense.)

To me wonyoung knows how to make you shy, it’s just she decides not to do it aaall the time. But when she does she has your face red and the words caught in your throat it’s so funny. Whenever people see you interacting and see how the popular y/n gets easily flustered by this nerd’s flirting and teasing they’re like??? Stick to your role ??

Wony who loves both rewarding you:

“Cmon baby, if you make me come with just your pretty mouth I’ll make sure you have a good grade in the next test” she said while passing her fingers through your hair, but let’s be honest, her pussy in your mouth was enough reward. Knowing that she meant what she said tho, that was just extra motivation.

And also punishing you:

“We studied so hard and for what, y/n?” She said while she has you bent on her lap, hand print already on your ass.

“I’m sorry mommy…”

Wonyoung spanked you a few more times, each one leaving a painfully delicious sensation. She didn’t stop until your moans became sobs, and she would’ve felt bad (not really) if it wasn’t ‘cause of how your pussy was basically dripping. Your slick making it look so shiny, the taller girl almost drooling at the view. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? I’m gonna have to find a different punishment for you, I think I already turned you into a cute little pain slut.”

So a little throwback; the classic popular kid needed tutoring and the nerd who gets assigned to help you by the teacher. Wonyoung is not really fond of popular kids so she wasn’t excited about the idea, specially since she knew you and your friends could be idiots sometimes. However, she could see in your eyes that you really needed help when she looked over the professor’s shoulder, and he didn’t give her a lot of options anyway when talking about it. So she simply accepted. You two quickly agreed on going to your place after class, and you left right away to meet with your friends, leaving her confused ‘cause why at your place though? When the library was a more than good space to study but whatever, she got sht to do so she didn’t think much about it for the rest of the day.

The thing is before the whole conversation, you and your friends already thought it would be fun to tease her once she’s at your place for the “private lessons”. The plan was to see how flustered you could make her, what was her limit. She’s kinda quiet so you thought she was shy. But oh you were so wrong my bro. Wony’s quiet and serious but shy and submissive? Nu-uh. And you were gonna learn it soon since your dumb ass was also planning that, if she didn’t back off on it, you could also end up having a lot of fun with the cute nerd in your own bed. You kept that to yourself tho, daydreaming about it for the rest of the day.

And as expected by me ‘cause I’m the author but not by y/n, everytime you tried to flirt with her, she’d answer so nonchalantly. Like you were starting to wonder if you simply sucked at flirting ‘cause why couldn’t you make her blush or stutter just once??

On the other hand tho, it seemed so easy for wony to cause this reaction on you lmao

“I just think it’s weird that a pretty girl like you is single ‘cause If I was your partner I’d be jealous knowing you’re going to another g—”

“Aww you think I’m pretty huh?” She teased with that little smirk she had that she didn’t allow to reach her eyes just to seem like she couldn’t care less about it.

“I-I mean…” ugh! Wtf? You were nervous? Since when YOU get nervous? Who did she think she was to make THE y/l y/n stutter? It should be you making HER nervous! You were tired of this game already. “What I meant is that—”

“Eyes on your book, y/n.”

“But I’m—”

“Quiet, y/n.” She basically ordered in such an authoritarian tone.

“Yes ma’am.” You answered, unable to disobey her.

What you didn’t know is that through the whole day Wonyoung has been studying your behavior, from the way you’d get nervous easily to the way you’d obey her every word. She’d merely hint she was thirsty and you were already bringing her water or juice or anything you could find. She said she was cold and you gave her your jacket (which did make her heart flutter but she kept it cool). It was a nice change from the way you and your friends (mostly your friends tho you weren’t that bad:c ) would normally treat other smart, shy kids around school. Now it was her who wanted to see what were your limits. Plus, you were having a little bit of an attitude whenever you got frustrated with a question. And she doesn’t know who told you you could act like that, just because she’s technically your teacher right now and has to have patience doesn’t mean she’s gonna be no punching bag.

“Jang.” You call her, clearing your throat and doing your best to sound confident and firm “Jang I’m talking to you, I don’t understand this question.”

“On your knees.” Wonyoung said, in that nonchalant tone that turned you on you hated.

“What?” You asked, completely confused.

“On. Your. Knees.”

“How is that gonna help me with the que—” bro you stupid fr.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” Wonyoung did NOT like having to repeat herself at all, and it was obvious in her eyes even when she had that mean smile in her face. So your body didn’t listen to anything but her order, like her voice was a switch that activates something in you. How could you not listen to her when it felt like that was the only reason you were brought to this earth?

“Good girl. You look so pretty down there.” She praised and you can’t remember the last time you felt this eager for more praising. And you definitely can’t recall wanting it in this position, on your knees in front of her chair. “You’d look even better if that mouth of yours that you can’t seem to keep quiet was busy in something more important than complaining.”

“Hey! I don’t talk that m- Hmm!” And without any warning she just grabbed your hair and pushed your face against her bare cunt. When did she even take her panties off?! Or did she go to school without them at all under her skirt? Jeez.

“There there, hmmm~” she quietly moaned while slowly moving your head to pleasure herself. You were not gonna lie, it was so hot how she was basically using you like that.

“You go to class with no panties? That’s such a slutty behavior you k—” you wanted to tease but she was gonna have none of it, and there she had you shutting you up with her pussy once again.

“Shut the fuck up and put that mouth to a good use. Be good and I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.” She threatened, but it sounded so good so was it really a threat?

“Just like that, baby. Keep that pretty mouth right there ‘till I come in it...Hmm fuck y/n~” you heard her from the position you were in, and the beautiful sounds she was making just motivated you to keep going and to do as good as it was humanly possible. You tried grabbing her thighs to have her more steady but she slapped your hands away.

“Ah Ah! Hands behind your back. You wanna touch? You ask first.” She ordered while grabbing your neck and making you look up. Gosh being ordered like this turned you on so much, you obeyed immediately.

“Can I please touch you, mommy?” You asked in such a sweet tone but Wait. What did you just call her?

Fuck… Wonyoung thought, she wanted to hear you calling her that again and again. “Yes, yes you can baby. And you better call me that again when you’re coming for me do you hear me?” She said with the grip on your neck feeling slightly tighter, letting you know you had only one choice. You nodded eagerly, which made her giggle ‘cause you looked cute fr.

With ease, she stood you up and guided you to your couch, pushing you so you’d lie on your stomach. Wasting no time, wony undressed you entirely, the moment your ass was exposed she left a few spanks on it, making you squeak in surprise. This girl got you so wet so fast, your body has never reacted this way with any of your previous sexual partners. But Wonyoung just knows how to touch you. The way her hands travel over your skin. The way her mouth tastes you, making you moan her name and the title that escaped your lips earlier, asking her for more. Asking her to ruin you.

“You’re so needy. One would assume such a popular pretty girl gets fucked everyday if she wants to huh?” You heard, followed by a spank that got a loud high pitch noise from the back of your throat, making her laugh at your reaction and giving you another one “your pussy looks so pretty, exposed like this for me.” She said before bringing two fingers inside it, while her mouth was busy torturing your clit. You were a whining mess, it felt so good and god you were feeling it everywhere. The pleasure taking over you. Wony’s fingers reaching as deep as she could, and so fast turning your brain into nothing. She got you drooling over your own shirt that was resting under your head “m-mommy…Hmm gonna come… p-please~” you left in a moan, barely understandable.

“Ask properly, and I’ll let you. You sound like an idiot right now. Speak properly, baby.” The taller girl said, and it took a lot from you to able to recollect your thoughts, ‘cause they were all just so full of her.

“Please.. please mommy- fuck ~ please let me come..” you begged while sobbing, it all felt too good, and you were so close that the mere idea of not being allowed to come had you tearing up a little bit. But Wony wasn’t gonna be that cruel.

“Good girl.” She whispered right next to your ear and you had to bite your lip to contain a cry from escaping you. She started fucking you faster, focusing more on stimulating your clit. Her other hand kneading and caressing your ass. You let yourself go and came in her mouth, moaning so loud and sobbing, not being able to say any word, just pure sounds of pleasure. The same ones she did (tho hers were lower) as she tasted your orgasm in her tongue and felt you tighten around her fingers.

“That was.. so good wony..” you said out of breath, trying to look back to her, but she made you lie down again, surprising you.

“Was? What do you mean ‘was’?” You heard before feeling her teasing your cunt with her fingers again. Oh.

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The next morning on your way to class, your legs were still feeling sore so when your friends saw you they clearly noticed the way you were complaining while walking, as if you spent the night working out.

“Jeez y/n, what happened to you?” One of your friends asked. Before you could answer, Wonyoung who was going down the stairs next to you stopped right next to you and gave you a warning with her eyes that made you feel a shiver going down your spine. You gulped and could only answer your friends with “I.. fell?” To which she gave you a little smirk.

“See you after class for our second lesson?” She said, not asking but just letting you know she already decided your plans and gosh she’s so hot dhhdkdfj- sorry. You could just nod before seeing her walking away to her advanced class. Your friends looked at you with shocked faces ‘cause Wtf was all that? But you ignore them and go to your class as well.

Eventually your grades did get better tho, the perks of giving a dom nerd good pussy.

Conclusion: it’s always the quiet nerds lol.

(Also if you like nerd wony go read this one that @pupyuj wrote ‘cause I love it <3)

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[vilixxr]

(non)commital

kyle x gn!reader

tags: fluff, bits of smut, marriage, that’s it. kyle is also endearingly annoying?

notes: marriage? no. with him? maybe.

wc: 962

You didn’t do the whole 'marriage' thing.

Well, you liked the idea of it. On the outside, looking in, it painted a nice picture: Eternal love, spoken out loud, in which death couldn't keep you apart. In theory.

It looked nice, pretty and pure, but you had sworn against it. You've seen how it ends, anyway. At some point, 'Eternal love' would sound more like chains you would tie to your wrists. Till death do you part, until you'd grow desperate to find the key midway through.

But, fuck, it was hard to keep promises between you and your heart. Especially when he was there.

This bastard. The one who had managed to worm through your own wall that you had set, now sitting in your stuffy kitchen. Your boyfriend, all calm and quiet, yet still holding that air of confidence that drove you wild. His lips were propped up in a dumb little smirk, almost a grin, as he caught you staring.

Kyle tilts his head, barely hides his amusement. "Somethin’ wrong?"

Absolutely.

It didn’t make sense to you. You've known Kyle for years. Years, and he’s always been the same man to you. A man who moves like he dreams. Constant, unstoppable, a man who soars and would never settle down, even if it killed him. Marriage was the furthest thing you'd find him doing. Probably.

Of course, though, you had to feel something anyway. All your heart, solely spent on him, the man that pissed you off. He just taunts you in ways that fit in the crevices of your heart, and he didn’t even know it. He makes your head spin, him and his perfection, drowns your mind in blooming photos of every single feature that made him the cunt that he is.

It had gotten so bad that you couldn't stop painting a picture of life beyond calling him your boyfriend. Wrath knows no bounds, and it's in the way you'd punch him at the altar for enlisting and leaving you. It's in the way you'd hiss in his ears all of your gripes that falter with the moan that leaves your lips mid sentence. It's in the way that you'd dedicate your energy to arguing over every little thing, even while the both of you went window shopping for a potential home.

You glance away. "No."

He smirks, like he knows. He's so getting punched at your wedding.

He slowly blinks, nonchalant. The slight sheen in his eyes are irreducible. "Has to be. You keep lookin' at me like I did somethin'."

The only thing that leaves your lips is a sigh that you hope doesn't tell him anything. You know it does anyway.

His expression barely changes, but you (unfortunately) can tell that there's something different. He looks at you, smirk stretched into a smile that shows top teeth, and his eyes shine in a way that makes you melt. It's such a look of love, where he tells you that you were the only one he really existed in his world. He may drop to his knees and bend to your will, just to see you smile. All that "hatred" you harbor, which he knows doesn't really exist, is something that he loves to shatter every time he tenderly takes you in his arms. Feel his heart pressed against yours.

And, you hate to admit it, but this is what made you soften. Your body slumps a little in your chair, but you kept your eyes on him. Those beautifully made eyes that glow in the sun, and seem to shine especially when it's you who's staring back at him.

Fuck. You'd punch him at the altar, you decided. Punch him, lightly, in the shoulder, because you couldn't dare to try and harm the man that's survived bullet wounds and bodies at his feet. You'd kiss him, because he deserves tenderness he was never given until now. You'd kiss him, again, just because. Again and again, and you'd beam at the sight of your husband.

The gripes would be nothing but insincere complaints. "I hate you," you'd breathe, but you wouldn't mean it. Your breath would hitch as he grips your thighs and kisses you in tandem with the pace set, while you follow with, "God, I love you."

And, while you may argue with him over the smallest things while choosing, you could still envision the home you'd live in with him, too. Small, cozy, some place that fits only you and him. Pillows placed so. Scattered remnants of hobbies and hoarded items left askew that encapsulate everything the both of you could ever be. Decorations, messes, love in every corner.

All that, and not just that. You'd find comfort, among the things that would make up your predetermined home. You could laugh, cry, ache, yell, rise and fall, all in the middle of the kitchen you imagined in your dreams, especially with him, wrapped around you and carrying you through it all. It was then that you'd find that something, as he cupped his hands around your face, and you did the same, cuddling among the walls of the only place the both of you could settle.

Something you've both yearned for, for a long, long time.

A home. One to reside in. One within each other.

So, marriage was something you swore off of, but it seems like the perfect time to ask him something. A murmur, so hesitant and unlike you.

It pairs well with the way your eyes dart around, before falling on him once more. You breathe, and the question leaves your lips:

“Would you marry me?”

And it was perfect, the way the corners of his eyes crinkle in an unspoken yes.

this fic beat my ass. kyle i’m sorry

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A/N: hey y’all! I really want to incorporate more of their back story, but if y’all are interested I can always do a prequel! Taglist is open! Do y’all want chapter songs?

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Chapter 3: I remember everything

When Daryl returned to camp with his small haul of squirrels and rabbits, he expected to be greeted by his wife. However, she never appeared.

“Y/n!” He shouted, looking through their tent that looked untouched and had been for hours. He walked into the heart of camp and looked around. His wife is nowhere to be seen. Everyone stared at him. He scowled as Shane came over arms out, like he was already ready to diffuse the wild animal.

“Daryl, now listen to me man” Shane started, Daryl knew then something was wrong. His breathing became harsher as the emotions sank in. Fear, anger, anxiety. He felt them all at once.

“She dead?” He asked though he was afraid of the answer. Daryl didn’t really see a point going on without her.

“Her and Merle got separated” Daryl lunged forward, trying to grab ahold of Shane, but ended up in a chokehold by some guy he didn’t know.

His other half was missing. Lost in a world she had no idea how to survive. One he was trying so hard to protect her from. He couldn’t bear the thought of this new world tarnishing his love.

“I’m going to look for them,” he said strained, the arm around his throat making it hard for him to speak. He patted the arm to signal he was no longer a threat. He was carefully released.

Glenn looked at him and spoke, “I’ll go with you”. Daryl nodded, appreciating the extra hands. He was coming back with both of them. The officer, Rick, and Daryl had agreed to tag along too. As well as T-dog.

Daryl readied the box truck, that was brought back from the last excursion. He listened to the hushed argument between Lori whom his wife had become somewhat close, and Rick. It was the argument of a married couple.

He and y/n hardly ever argued, but he’d remembered their first. It was over a dumb cat, he smiled to himself at the memory. She’d brought home this orange poof of a cat from work.

Daryl wanted nothing to do with the small creature and swore up and down he was allergic. Y/n ended up winning their argument. They’d kept the cat and named him Norman. He loved that cat, though he’d probably never really admit that. Not to y/n anyway. Even if he had shed a small tear when Norman got sick.

“You ready?” Daryl spoke to the volunteers, Glenn made his way to the driver's seat, and Rick to the passenger seat. T-dog chooses the latter and sits with Daryl in the back.

-

The group of men made their way through the department store quietly. Not wanting to draw any unwanted attention.

T-dog led the way up to the roof, the heavy chain and lock he’d placed on the door still intact. He thanked any god listening, the last thing he wanted was to face Dixons’ wrath. Using bolt cutters he clipped the lock. Rick pulled off the chain as Daryl pushed open the door.

He was met with nothing, no sign of either of them. His lip quivered. The handcuffs Rick had told him about on their drive back to the city dangled from the metal pipe, swaying in the breeze. The side that had been cuffed to Merle was open.

“Fuck” Daryl said, voice quivering. Now back to square one, he began looking around the roof for any sign either one of them had left.

T-dog weighed out his dilemma, speaking. “Dixon, I’m sorry” This earned him a look from the tracker, and continued, “I was supposed to get them but there were too many geeks, and I-“

“You mean to tell me, this is your fault?” T-dog nodded. Daryl clenched his jaw, debating on putting a bolt through his scull but was distracted by a flash of red out of the corner of his eye.

He turned fully and saw an x on the back of a door on the other end of the roof. He walked over and gently ran a finger through it. Lipstick. That was his girl.

Daryl ducked into the doorway, the others following behind him. They descended the stairwell and were met with a small arrow in red lipstick signaling to the left.

Every few feet another arrow would indicate which way to go. Until the group came upon two dead walkers. Neither of them looked like Daryl’s wife or brother.

His wife wouldn’t have been able to kill so brutally, this was his brother's doing. Y/n would’ve been precise and less messy. Merle had found humor in positioning the arm and finger of the dead body to point in the direction they needed to continue.

-

Music played softly around the pair as they swayed. A slow, sad country song but they didn’t care. Nor did they care if they had onlookers.

Daryl rested his forehead against hers as they continued to sway. “I love you” he spoke so quietly she wasn’t sure if she’d heard it at first.

“I love you” she replied, a small smile playing on her lips. Daryl smiled and pulled her impossibly closer, gently dipping her backward. This earned a laugh to erupt from y/ns throat.

“Congratulations” Joe, one of the long-term patrons of the bar said passing by the two. Y/n replied with a thanks and stared at her now husband.

He raised an eyebrow at her, the side of his lip quirking upwards, “What?”. Daryl brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

The memory faded as y/n heard shuffling from outside her hiding place. She had been hidden in the cabinet for what felt like days. It was hot, and she was certainly dehydrated.

She sat still hearing the broken glass crunch under heavy feet. This could be it, her final moments. She prayed to any god listening that it would be quick and painless as the cabinet door swung open. The sun burned her eyes causing her to squint.

A voice etched forever in her mind spoke, “I gotcha” Daryl crouched down to look her over. Tears stung in her eyes as she took in his face. She stumbled out, her legs forgetting how to move from being stuck in a sitting position for days, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

His arms enveloped her, holding her close. Taking in the notes of citrus and sweat. How she could possibly still smell like her shampoo was beyond him. “Where’s Merle?” He asked, still holding onto her, refusing to let her go.

She shook her head, “I don't know, he told me to hide in here” Daryl sighed, it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. Though he knew his brother was tough as nails and could survive this world more than his wife could.

“Let’s get you back to camp” he spoke, standing, making her stand with him. Scooping her into his arms choosing to carry her rather than let her walk.

Daryl wanted nothing more than to look for his brother but his wife looked worse for wear. He also knew his brother could make his own way back to camp. So, he took his wife home.

Chapter 4

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A Festive Outing (Xavier x Reader)

Hello again it's me, I'm back, Ik hold your applause. Anyway, here's a fluffy Xavier x reader i made.

Warnings: None, there's no mention of the reader's gender, its all just fluff. Tooth rotting. It's *Checks Word* 2676 words of just fluff. See what i do for you guys?

     A small break from classes was always needed, especially if you went to Nevermore. There was never a dull day in that school, and the town next door wasn’t very welcoming to its fellow students. The idea of a time away from both Nevermore and Jericho was a dream in many of their minds, but when Xavier went up to you holding up two tickets to a winter festival, it was as if you had fallen asleep. How Xavier managed to get his hands of those tickets, you didn’t ask, too excited to go somewhere new and to do it with one of your closest friends. You had quickly set up to your room, putting on your warmest jacket and boots, and grabbing some cash to take with you. You met Xavier near the gates of the school, bundled up in a scarf and thick jacket. You talked the whole way there, while it was mainly you rambling about what you wanted to see while you were there, Xavier kept an eye on your surroundings, knowing that the news stated that snow would be coming in later that night.

      Colourful lights greeted you as you got closer. Small flashes of red, blue, green, and gold light up the ground before you and you start to walk faster to the gate. “Xavier, hurry up! We’re right there!” You shouted, skipping a bit into the air as you turned to your friend. Xavier watched you carefully as he hurried to catch up to you, huffing in response as he finally reached your side. “We have all day for this, Y/N. If you’re not careful we wont even be here ten minutes before you have to go to the hospital for something dumb like a twisted ankle from slipping on ice.” He stated, placing a hand onto your back to keep you steady. Your cheeks grew red as you thought about the idea of slipping, already getting embarrassed over something that hadn’t even happened yet. “Would you catch me, though?” You asked. Xavier stopped and turned to you, his hair falling slightly over his face, “Catch you?” You nodded in response. “Yeah. Catch me if I fell?” You raised an eyebrow as you looked up at Xavier, a teasing smirk playing on your lips. Xavier only shrugged. “Maybe, if you didn’t run off so fast maybe I’d be close enough to catch you.” Another huff left your lips as you rubbed your hands together.

      Xavier led you to the ticket booth, where he exchanged the tickets and took you by the hand to lead you into the park. He watched as your eyes sparkled as you scanned the area around you, the brilliant lights and decorations already bright like stars in the setting sun.  A giant tree in the very center of the festival was adorned with hundreds of lights, all giving off their own shine. He watched your lips quiver as you rubbed your hands together again, and how your nose was turning into a bright red. You looked up at him, a smile growing as you took note of how the lights illuminated his skin and made him glow.

      A small sneeze ruins the moment. You squeaked with each sneeze, and once the small war was over you shook your head, “sorry.” Xavier shook his head in response and took his scarf off, wrapping it carefully around your neck, playfully allowing parts of it to cover your face in the process. You could only huff as you tried to fix yourself, while Xavier only stood there, a small smile on his face as he watched you struggle. “Well, if you’re gonna just let me fight this, can you lead me to a bench please? I can’t see. “You asked, holding a hand out to grab his sleeve. A chuckle was all you got back as he took your hand, instantly warming it up in his grasp. He led you carefully to a bench decorated with small lights and candy canes and knelt in front of you. “I’ll be right back,” was all he said before he disappeared, leaving you to continue to unravel yourself.

       A few moments later Xavier returns, two cups in his hands and a smile on his face. You could see the steam rise from the cups as he got closer and felt yourself shiver in anticipation. “Hot chocolate?” He asked, sitting next to you and handing you a cup. You nodded and happily accepted the drink, bringing it to your lips and taking a sip. It burned your tongue, but you kept a straight face as you noticed Xavier watching you, a smirk on his lips as he saw the slight wince. “Thank you, just what I needed.” You played it off and took a few more sips as the cold air cooled it down quickly. Xavier nodded in response and took sips of his own drink, looking around at the many sights that you could see. “Come on,” he says, getting up and holding out his hand. You titled your head slightly as you took his hand, a silent question evident. “Let’s go look at the lights.” He said, keeping a hold on your hand as you walked down lit up paths full of little displays of lights. You watched as the lights made it seem like the pictures they made were moving, Reindeer taking off for flight, lights made to look like snowflakes raining down of a snowy setting where snowmen were waving at guests. A giant candy cane adorned with lights loomed over the two of you as the lights switched from red to white.

      You made it to the giant tree in the center, with its lights shining brightly as you got close. “Wow!” was all you could breathe out as you stared in amazement. “Look how beautiful it is!” You exclaim, squeezing Xavier’s hand and looking up at him. The lights painted your face in colour. It was like he was staring at one of his own paintings, only he didn’t need to use his powers to make this one move. He felt a smile grow as he watched you marvel at the sight before you, taking in every detail and making a mental note to paint this very image when he got back. He didn’t even bother to look at the lights or tree; he felt that your smile was the warmest thing in the world, and that your eyes were brighter than the star at the very top of the tree before him. He watched as your eyes glided to look at every detail, eyes changing colour with each new light they landed on. A brush of a thumb over your knuckles made your cheeks turn even more red as you moved your head to look at Xavier, lips parted and pink from the cold.

      Before you could even say anything, though, a small snowflake drifted between the two of you, landing on your nose and quickly melting. You both smile as you look up to the sky, watching as more tiny flakes drifted down and around you. With the snow beginning to fall, the festival became a wonderland. You dragged Xavier to a big gingerbread house, standing before it as the snow came down faster and landing in your hair. “Xavier, look! Gingerbread men!” You laughed, pointing to the framework adorned with orange lights. You turned to see if he was paying attention, but he was nowhere to be found.

      You spun around, searching the area around you to find the tall boy, only to be hit in the back of the head with what felt like a bunch of snow. Turning, you locked eyes with Xavier, who had already started to make another snowball to throw at you. Shrieking, you took cover behind a gingerbread man, quickly gathering up snow of your own to fight back with. Another hit, just missing you due to the gingerbread man. You took the opportunity to throw a snowball, making a direct hit to Xavier’s chest. You laughed in triumph, grabbing another and making your way closer. You sneak around behind him, hoping to catch him off guard, and as you’re just feet away, he turns. Snow hits you in the face and you find yourself tackled to the ground. You try to wiggle free, but Xavier put his whole weight on you, holding you still. You try to brush the snow out of your face, but to no avail.

      Eventually Xavier helps you get the snow off, although most of it had already melted onto your skin, a smile on his face as he saw your red nose and cheeks finally. “That wasn’t fair, and you know it!” You laughed, still trying to wiggle out from under him. “I know.” Was all he said in response as he kept you pinned to the ground, taking in your features as the snowflakes continued to fall onto you. A small shiver told him to get off, and he helped you to your feet as you shuddered. “Now I’m even colder,” you scowled, rubbing your arms for warmth. Xavier took this chance to wrap his arms around you, embracing you to warm you up. He rubbed your back and messed with your hair as you buried your face into his chest, desperate to get warm. You pulled away, looking up at Xavier, “as much as I love our hugs, I’m still freezing, and you are too.” Xavier shook his head, taking your hand once again and walking towards a building, “always the observant one, huh?”

      You found yourself in Santa’s workshop. Small children moved past you as you ventured in, the warm air instantly warming you up. You turned your head to look around, eyes landing on what could only be Santa in a big red chair. “Oh my God, Xavier, look!” You shouted, squeezing his hand and directing him in the direction of Santa. “No, no way!” Xavier knew what you meant when you pointed towards the Santa, a camera pointing at the chair and a line of little children ready to tell him what they wanted for Christmas. You huffed in response. “Xavier, we’re getting a picture with Santa.” Xavier continued to shake his head as he dragged you away, hoping to distract you with the trinkets that were on the shelves instead.

      It worked, by the way, as you were trying on different headbands. You even managed to convince Xavier to wear one, a pair of antlers with small lights and bells attached to it, you thought it suited him. You allowed him to pick a headband for you as well, choosing another set of antlers with lights and bells, adorned with little snowflake charms. With your headbands, you moved to pay, only to stop in your tracks as your eyes landed on a basket of reindeer plushies. You dragged Xavier with you as you picked one up, its soft plush fur like clouds in your hands. You held it up for Xavier to touch, and he hesitates for a moment before giving in to your smile and petting the little reindeer.

      “Xavier, we need these in our lives, I can’t live without this now.” You exclaimed, picking up two of the reindeer and holding them in your arms. “I’m sure you can live without one, but why are you holding two?” He asks, looking at the little animals. You drop one into his hands, “because you need one, too! We can be parents! Look we already have antlers on!” You motion to his head, and back down to the plush antlers on the reindeer. Xavier sighed; a slight blush adorned his cheeks. “Are you saying you want to become parents,” you nodded, “and adopt these,” He holds up the reindeer, “with me?”. It was your turn to blush as you realized what you had said. You stuttered out a reply, “uh, yes?” With a “say no more” look, Xavier grabs the reindeer and the antlers, and beelines to the counter. You hurried behind him, grabbing your wallet to help pay for the trinkets, only for it to be taken out of your hand and placed into your pocket again by Xavier. He didn’t give you a second to argue back as he handed the cash to the cashier and grabbed your items and walked over to a corner to make sure you had everything. “Xavier, I wanted to help pay!” You exclaimed, but he shushed you as he placed your antlers back onto your head and his back onto his own. He then handed you one reindeer and kept the other one in his grasp. “Now we’re a reindeer family.”

      Your eyes lit up as he said that, and without a word you ran and hugged Xavier, secretly slipping about twenty dollars into his pocket as you did so. “You know what this means?” You asked, looking up at him. Xavier shook his head, but he had an idea as to what you were going to say. “We need to take a family picture with Santa!” You smiled, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the line. He could only sigh, knowing that there was no way of talking you out of it. Your hands shook in excitement as the line grew shorter, causing Xavier to intertwine your fingers together to keep you in place. When it was your turn, you each sat on either side of Santa. You managed to convince Xavier to hold up his reindeer, and in the corner of his eye he saw you wear a bright smile, one he couldn’t help but to mimic as the camera flashed. You jumped off and quickly grabbed Xavier, walking over to the photographer, and handing them the money to pay for two copies of the photo taken. “Now we have proof!’ You said happily, taking Xavier’s hand again and leaving the building.

      The two of you continue to walk around for a bit, enjoying the music, lights, and overall joy that the festival was giving you. But, as the time got later, the air became colder, and Xavier could feel your fingers become colder every minute. “I think we should be heading back, now.” He stated, looking down at you as you frowned. “But why, let’s just stay for a little while longer!” You pleaded. Xavier held up your hand, looking at how red your fingertips were getting. “You’re freezing, you don’t want to lose your fingers, do you?” Your frown deepened. “Can’t you just kiss it and make it better?” You joked, wiggling your fingers. Xavier sighed, and, to your surprise, kissed the tips of your fingers. You felt your cheeks turn deep red as you watched, unable to look away. “Better?” Xavier asked, and you quickly nodded. “Oh, yeah, loads. Uh, we can go now I guess?” You stuttered. Xavier smiled and took your hand again, pulling you closer as you walked out the gates and back to Nevermore.

      After Xavier dropped you off at your dorm, with an exchange of hugs and a quick kiss on his cheek from you, Xavier walked back to his dorm. In his hands he held his antlers, her newly adopted son that you both would be parenting, and the picture of the two of you with Santa. He placed the reindeer onto his bed and made his way over to his desk. Placing the antlers onto the desk, he sat down and took out his sketchbook, placing the photo next to it as he began sketching what he saw today. In a matter of minutes, the page was filled with images of you, different expressions that you made as during the night, and at the center, a full body of you standing by the tree, wide eyes and a smile. With a wave of his hand, the pictures began to move, reenacting the events of that day. With that, he quickly undressed and got ready for bed, falling asleep with a smile on his face.

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Private Indulgences

MDNI Yandere!Suguru Geto x GN!reader Ahh here it is finally my contribution to @bluebellhairpin's Fright night bash! CW: Yandere Geto, GN!reader, AFAB!reader, Tentacles, curse fucking, heavy dub-con toeing the line of non-con depending on how you look at it. Reader is implied to have been more resistant to Geto in the past but has had that worn away. Summary: You've been with Geto for a long time, you think you know what to expect of him but he likes proving you wrong.

Geto Suguru was nosy. This was something you knew very well. Actually invasive could be a better word when it came to you. Oh it’s not immediately apparent because of how smooth he is in most of his actions, often making you think it’s your own idea to give him whatever information it is he’s digging for if he needs to get it directly from you. But in all the time he’s had you, yes had you, because you didn’t really choose this life as much as he’d decided he wanted you and you had been in no position to deny him, something you’d discovered very quickly. In all this time though you’d learned over and over that there wasn’t a way to keep anything from his keen gaze. Either through his own direct observation or those reporting to him, his curses being among the ones reporting. Creepy creatures that often followed you and kept you under watch since the early days when you’d still stubbornly clung to the idea that you could somehow escape.. 

So really this was your own fault. You should know any privacy you’re given is an illusion even once he’d given you your own phone again. It had certainly been a gift met with suspicion on your part but you were careful with it because you liked the entertainment it could bring and so you’d never done anything with it that could be considered breaking his trust. Honestly, who could have helped you anyway if you’d called someone. He’d taught you that lesson swiftly and harshly early on. 

The phone was then simply for reaching Geto himself and for amusing yourself. The entertainment had been innocent enough at first but the internet being the internet you’d eventually found ways to entertain yourself that were less so. Geto was a busy man and sometimes you took that as a chance to take care of yourself. All fairly vanilla until you’d stumbled across art of a creature that very much looked like a curse having its way with a- oh OH. You’d closed out of the app you’d been using abruptly and vowed to push it from your mind. But curiosity slowly won out and you sought the art purposefully, at first shyly but then more comfortably as time went on. Something about it so taboo especially when you often saw monsters daily that were summoned by your keeper.

Said keeper who’d asked you to follow him to a dimly lit room that of which he locked the door of once you were both inside. When you turn to face him you see your phone dangling between his fingers looking at you with what would appear to be a kind, warm expression even, to someone else. Not you though, you know the danger that smile carries, the predatory sharpness hiding in his gaze. Oh you were so stupid but you were pretty sure you knew what this was about considering you can’t think of anything you’d done with your phone beyond your questionable smut preferences that may get this reaction from him. “A-ah you found my phone I’ve been looking for it,” you try to play dumb even though you know he hates it when you do. 

He tips his head to the side, his smile tightening. Oh you were so screwed. “Mhm, I’m sure you have. You know… you certainly have some surprising browsing habits.” 

A nervous laugh from you along with what you hope is an innocent smile. “Aha what are you talkin-” The way he tips his chin up, a warning to not lie to him. The only warning you were sure you’d get. A feeling of dread sits heavy in your stomach. You clear your throat, shamed heat rising to your cheeks. “Y-you’re talking about the art right…?” You hunch your shoulders and dip your head slightly. Honestly the way you withdrew on yourself when you were in trouble reminded him of a certain someone. It makes him want to make you squirm even more.

“And the stories,” he intones smoothly, watching as you shrink just a bit more and avert your gaze. 

“And the stories,” you repeat after him meekly. You don’t even realize he’s stepped closer to you until his hand is loosely gripping your chin and turning you to look at him.  

“Who would have ever thought a sweet looking thing like you would be into something so dirty.”

“I-i’m sor-” you begin to stammer, your cheeks feeling like they’re on fire. 

“If I’d known I would have indulged you sooner. “ 

Everything stops. 

He grins as you blink up at him owlishly, stunned and confused by the meaning of his words. Then you feel it, the familiar shifting of the air, the pressure that’s given off when Geto opens the way for one of his curses. Your hair stands on end, your senses telling you that it’s right behind you and it’s confirmed by the inhuman rumble and clicking sounds behind you. 

Breathing beginning to quicken you glance over your shoulder. The creature emerging from the portal stares at you with a massive eye, some of it’s tentacles already sliding through and landing on the floor. “No no no no no-” You mumble to yourself while turning fully and taking a step backward, directly into Geto’s chest and his waiting arms.  

“No?” he leans down and breathes over your ear. “But doesn’t it look just like those creatures in the ‘art’ you’ve been browsing? I thought you’d be excited.” His voice is dripping with mock hurt and disappointment. 

You try to pull away from him so you can attempt to flee the room but he’s wrapped his arms around you securely. “Geto-sama please I don’t,” you begin pleading. It had to be a sick joke right? Sometimes he liked playing mind games with you even if he’d never done something quite like this.

“Are you really going to turn away my generous offer? I’m the only one who can do this for you afterall.” One of his hands begins to toy at the hem of your shirt before his fingers smooth over the softness of your stomach. “Do you think I’d let it hurt you?” 

“N-no of course not I-” 

You feel his lips press against the side of your neck, right above your pulse point. He keeps them there for several moments before pulling away with a nip that makes you inhale sharply. “If you know I wouldn’t let it hurt you, why is your pulse beating rabbit quick, hmm? Are you perhaps excited and just not ready to admit it to yourself?” He muses before rising back to his full height keeping you in his arms. 

You realize then you don’t have a good answer. You weren’t entirely sure what you could try saying to him to get him to change his mind, especially when you press back against him more firmly in reaction to the curse emerging further from the portal and you feel the hard and familiar line of his cock against your back through the layers of your clothes. He was turned on by the idea of this. Your options for getting out of this effectively dropping to zero. 

Gently he begins guiding you toward a bed of pillows and blankets on the floor you hadn’t initially noticed in the dimly lit room. He moves to recline into the plush surface while pulling you along to rest against his chest where he begins to remove your shirt. You could try to resist but honestly that would probably just make him angry so you oblige him and lift your arms so he can discard the garment then the rest of your clothes follow in short order leaving you naked against his still very much clothed form. That much wasn’t unusual, what was unusual was the curse watching you. 

You attempt to close your legs tightly only for Geto to tut at you and separate your thighs with his strong hands. “Now now don’t start misbehaving now.” When he doesn’t sense any resistance  one of his hands goes  between your legs, his long fingers sliding through your folds. You swallow thickly knowing what he’s found even before he speaks. “So much resistance all while your body reacts honestly.” You don’t need to look at him to know he’s giving you a sly grin. He raises his glistening fingers for you to see.

It’s habit that your lips part for him, unthinking when he brings his fingers to your mouth. When the digits press past your lips, allowing you to taste yourself against his skin you get lost in your head for a moment, lost in the praises getting cooed in your ear. He knows exactly what his voice does to you, the way he’s able to ignite a fire in your belly with just a few carefully chosen words. It’s enough for you to forget your circumstances until you feel the cool and slightly slick slide of one of the curse’s tentacles moving up your leg. When had it gotten so close? Goosebumps prick over your skin and you bite down on the fingers in your mouth without meaning to. Geto's hissed breath is the only warning you get before he presses down harshly on your tongue making you gag. You didn’t do any real damage but bad behavior still needed to be met with reprimand either physical or verbal. “You know better than to bite,” He scolds with no real heat and rests his head on top of yours. 

You whine around his fingers, drool slipping out the corners of your mouth and tears pricking at your eyes. It’s the most you can do since attempting to talk with his fingers in your mouth would get a similar reprimand for talking with your mouth full. 

It all serves as a minor distraction while the tentacle slides higher, wrapping around your leg as it goes to hold it in place, followed by another tugging at your other ankle spreading your legs for a third to boldly move up between them. It's all slick and heavy muscle as it slides over your slit before pressing into your folds, and experimentally dipping into you. You jerk involuntarily in Geto’s hold, the hand not wetly fucking his fingers into your mouth moving to press against your lower belly in the way he’d normally tease you while fucking you. “Just think of it as an extension of me. AfterallI no one else is allowed to touch you like this.” He kisses your temple as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting him to your lips before he brings those spit slicked fingers down to rub against your clit at the same time as the tentacle presses into you. Filling you in a way that’s so foreign to anything else you’ve felt. Cool and tapered at the end. You moan and grip at Geto’s robes desperately. You choke a bit on the excess spit still in your mouth as the tentacle flexes inside of you, filling you in a way you never have been before and touching every sensitive part of you. Combined with Geto’s fingers expertly massaging your clit you see stars, gushing around the curse inside of you and making a mess of Geto’s clothes. 

Geto chuckles deeply in your ear, the sound vibrating in his chest. "You came so quickly," he coos. “I knew you wanted this.” All the while neither he nor the curse have stopped their movements. You make a sound halfway between a whine and a moan, trying to jerk away from the overstimulation. “Shhh.. The night has only started and we have so many fantasies of yours to catch up on.” You whimper glad in that moment that it’s not Geto inside of you otherwise he would have felt your walls tighten at his words. It at least gives you the illusion of keeping a shred of something to yourself.

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And that's it! I know the actual smut was pretty short but I hope you guys enjoyed it all the same. I considered making it longer but october is a busy writing month. Maybe i'll expand on this more later. (I do have a yan geto series being planned so perhaps then?)

I feel like when i write Geto as yandere he's softly sadistic? If that makes sense.

Special thanks to @strawberrystepmom for beta reading this for me!

tags: @biscuitsngravie @missphanosaur18 @icy-spicy @missmugiwara (Do you like Suguru? I know I've infected you with Gojo love.) @crysugu (we're moots over on my main blog and i thought you might like this)

#suguru geto x reader #geto x reader #yandere geto #gn!reader #afab!reader #jjk x reader #rossi writes #fright night bash 2023 #suguru x reader #geto suguru x reader

[outivv]

— “Maybe… we should get out of the rain.” —

Synopsis: kissing in the rain sounds so… <3

Warnings: not proofread

Characters: ayato, thoma, nilou, and tighnari

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: kissing in the rain is actually probably not as beautiful as it sounds BUT IDC I WOULD LIKE TO LIVE OUT MY FANTASY OF KISSING IN THE RAIN CAUSE OMFG. Anyways enjoy!! Take care of yourself!!

— Ayato —

“Oh my- thoma! Grab some towels, and start a warm bath!” Ayato said as he saw you arriving to the kamisato estate, absolutely drenched. You didnt expect it to rain. You should have though, I mean the dark heavy clouds… kind of a dead give away. “I thought I told you to bring an umbrella..” ayato said as he rushed down to you, and wrapped his coat around your cold, shaky body. You sighed, “you did… and I was dumb.”

You felt guilty, you felt so guilty, and like you were inconveniencing everyone just cause you didn’t bring a stupid umbrella. You were spiraling, and ayato could tell just by the look on your face, “dear…” he said, as he leaned down, and kissed you softly, only to pull away and gave you a reassuring look, “lets get you inside now, shall we?” You hate him sometimes. How he can sooth you with some words, a look, a kiss. How he can make you feel all warm inside, to the point you barely even needed a bath to sooth you.

You tugged on his sleeve to get him to turn around, before pulling him down to kiss you properly. He was surprised, but slowly melted into it as the rain washed over you two. “You guys!! You’re gonna get sick!” Thoma screamed as he rushed out of the doorway, getting a few drops on his shirt. Ayato bow realized just how long you’ve been out in the rain, and rushed you inside, he cant have you getting sick in his care now can he?

— Thoma—

“Aww no…” thoma whined as you both stepped outside of the restaurant. It was bright and sunny when you walked it!! But now its raining cats and dogs, with no end in sight. “Should we… make a run for it.” You asked, grabbing into thoma’s hand. “I mean… I guess.” He squeezed your hand before taking off running, with you right behind him.

You laughed, as thoma just kept running, clearly not enjoying the rain as you are. Something caught your eye though, a little hidden part of the city, with beautiful trees, a calm river, almost like a little private garden. You pulled back on thoma’s arm, and stopped. “[name]! We need to get out of the rain!” Thoma said, questioning your sudden stop.

“Yeah but look!” You said pointing at the beautiful scene. A bridge in the garden, that goes over the calm- mini river. “Its just a bridge?” Thoma tilted his head, you just rolled your eyes and dragged him over to it. You stood in the center, with your arms over his shoulders, “yeah but its peaceful, with the rain and all.” You said, and thoma kinda understood. “Mm… yeah I suppose, I just dont like being out in the rain…” you hummed in response, thinking for a moment, until getting an idea. You leaned up to kiss him for a moment. “I love the rain!” You exclaimed when you pulled away. Maybe… thoma could stay in the rain for a while longer

— Nilou —

“Come on [name]!” Nilou said dragging you out of the cafe you were previously in. She looked like she had stars in her eyes, as the rain poured down outside, it drenched her hair, and clothes, but she was absolutely enamored by it all. But suddenly her attention turned to you, taking your hands in her own, she danced around with you. Your feet chaotically moved around with her own carefully calculated movements, as you both danced and giggled.

You looked crazy dancing in the street, with no one there, but it was so mesmerizing nonetheless. “Wait wait! I learned how to do this recently.” Nilou said, stopping the moment, and turning your hands up so your palms were facing the falling rain. And as a puddle accumulated in your hands, she tapped the surface, inky for the water to turn into a beautiful lotus.

“I’ve been experimenting more with my vision…” she said bashfully, you smiled widely at her, setting the water lotus down, to place yiur hands on either side of her face, and kiss her. “I love it! You’re so talented!” You exclaimed as you pulled back slightly, resting your forehead on hers. Her hands rested on yours, as she stuttered, and almost fizzled out like a flame, with how flustered she was.

— Tighnari —

“We should be fine here for a while.” Tighnari said, looking up from your makeshift tent you had. Which consisted of, a massive leaf above the both of your heads. You huddled close, tighnari’s tail wrapping around the back of you protectively. The thunder made his ears hurt, so they were tilted down, while he was still on high alert as you were in the forest, away from any people.

You always check on him after a particularly loud boom of thunder, and while he mag say he’s fine, you can tell he’s slowly becoming more and more overstimulated. “Hey nari..” you say, as you cup his face. “If you wanna be the first to sleep thats okay, I’ll Jeep watch. He just hums, and furrows his brows, he knows he cant protest, not with you. You laugh at his expression, before softly kissing him goodnight.

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x gender neutral reader #ayato #thoma #nilou #tighnari #ayato x reader #thoma x reader #nilou x reader #ayato x y/n #thoma x y/n #nilou x y/n #tighnari x y/n #ayato fluff #thoma fluff #nilou fluff #tighnari fluff #ayato headcanons #thoma headcanons #nilou headcanons #tighnari headcanons #ayato imagines #thoma imagines #nilou imagines #tighnari imagines #ayato drabble #thoma drabbles

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Fairytale | Karl Jacobs

Karl takes you on a fake date... or is it? wc: 2.6k (so I got a little carried away) an: I had a lot of fun writing this!! I got into the flow very quickly but it may be noticeable that I wrote the ending first and for that I apologize. Anyway, enjoy everyone! Dedicated to @briceyj! thanks for the request darling!

It was no secret that you had the biggest crush on Karl Jacobs since the two of you were teenagers. 

The minute he sat down at your table at lunch and asked if you were going to his friend's party that weekend had your heart swept away and kept in his hold all this time. 

You were still shocked you remembered in perfect detail how you met your best friend of so many years. The rest of your first meetings in friendships washed away with time but this one had always stood so clear in your mind. Quite literally from day one, Karl Jacobs was different to you. 

Fast forward all these years later and you were still hung up on Karl but had tried many times to get over or ignore the simmering feelings in your chest. Your latest attempt? Damien. 

You and Damien had gone out a couple of times and you really did enjoy spending time with him but you both admitted to having zero spark. He was hung up on his ex and you? You were still thinking about Karl. 

It didn’t hurt any less though, so you found yourself wallowing in self pity, eating ice cream, and hoarding yourself up in your apartment. 

“(y/n)!” you hear a banging on your front door accompanied by the sound of your best friend's voice and you shrink away from the noise. 

Karl had had his fair share of helping you get over a breakup and you hated that he was always the one to see you at your worst. Flowing tears, snotty noses, messy hair, baggy clothes, the whole nine yards and every single time he asked ‘what can i do?’ your heart cracked open just a bit more. 

Karl finds your spare key hidden away and lets himself into your apartment. He kicks his shoes off and shuts the door again before seeking you out in your living room. 

“Go away,” you half murmur, tugging your blanket further up so it hides your face. 

“What happened pretty girl?” Karl asks, ignoring your request and sitting down on the couch next to you. 

He pulls the blanket out of your grasp and your shiny eyes meet his concerned brown ones. You can’t help but wonder if this is the way things would always be, you a damsel in distress and Karl showing up as your prince once more to save you from your heartbreak. 

“We broke up,” you supply, shifting to a sitting position and pulling your knees in close to create a physical distance from Karl. If you didn’t, you might do something dumb like pull him close and beg him to never leave you. 

“You deserve so much better than all this,” Karl sighs and your heart clenches at his words.

Karl vowed from the very first day he met you that he would keep you in his life no matter what. You were a ray of sunshine, a light in the darkness, the apple to his eye, every single other cliche in the book he could think of to describe what you meant to him. 

Unfortunately, this also meant hiding his real feelings for you so nothing could ruin your friendship. 

He stood by you all these years, picking up the pieces of your heart after every wrong guy came into your life and destroyed it. He wanted to hold each piece, sew them back together and hold onto it so you didn’t have to worry about it anymore.

But he also knew that he couldn’t lose you. He’d wait a million years for you if it meant that he was still graced with your presence each day. 

“I have an idea,” Karl says, pulling you back to the present and not the sweet words your best friend had said moments before. 

“I’m taking you out on a date,” he declares and you choke on your own spit for a moment, sputtering and coughing until you’re settled and seeing the earnestness on Karl’s face. 

“You’re what?” 

“I’m taking you out on a date tomorrow. You deserve the world and I want to show you how a real man should be treating you,” he explains. 

Your heart twists, jumps to your throat before flinging itself down into your stomach and rolling like a stone before forming wings and kicking back around your stomach again. How did he always know exactly what to say and do to make you feel better? It was like the cosmos themselves had come to tell you that this was your soulmate and he would always be there for you. 

“So, you wanna take me on a date?” you ask, still uncertain that you’re actually hearing Karl speak and this isn’t a cruel dream. 

“I’ll pick you up at 6.” 

When Karl steps out of your apartment the sound of the door clicking shut behind him pulls him down to earth again. Did he just informally ask you out? Did you say yes? Was he actually taking you on a date tomorrow? None of it could possibly be real. 

However, Karl is well awake and energetic as he drives home and plans out every second of the perfect date he would take you on and pray by the end of it, it wasn’t a fake date anymore. 

You’ve been panicking all day long. 

You’ve switched outfits three times, taken two showers, and drank far too much coffee that has only quadrupled your anxiety. Karl would be here in 20 minutes and you were on your last outfit. A light blue sundress and white sandals with your favorite pieces of jewelry to make it a bit cuter. You take a last look in the mirror and just as you’re picking up your purse a knock on your door sounds. 

You check the time to see its six o'clock on the dot and you smile widely. You had gotten used to the routine of guys showing up late, texting you ‘here’ and sitting in their car the entire time. To be honest, this was already the best date you had been on in a while and it hasn’t even started yet. 

You swing open your front door and it takes all of your self control not to audibly gasp at Karl. He stands in a dark gray t-shirt, black jeans, sneakers, and a chain around his neck. In his hands is a bouquet of your favorite flowers and on his face, an almost nervous smile. 

“Hi,” you greet, nerves fluttering through your veins. 

“Hi,” he responds and for a moment the two of you take the appearance of the other in. 

“So,” he utters and you snap out of your trance. 

“Right! Sorry,” you apologize. 

Karl watches as you take the flowers from his hand and follows when you gesture for him to come into your apartment. His eyes trail your figure as you move quickly, placing the bouquet in a vase filled with water before turning back towards him. 

God you were beautiful. 

“Ready to go?” Karl asks nervously and your smile washes over him like the sun shining after a long winter. 

He holds his hand out to you and you nod, slipping your hand into his. A zap of electricity flows through both of you as Karl leads you out of the apartment and you’re one hundred percent certain this is already the best date ever. 

Karl leads you to his car and when you get there you automatically reach for the door handle. Karl is quick to block your movement though, shaking his head as he reaches for the door. 

“A girl as beautiful as you should never have to open a door.” 

Your heart flutters and buzzes throughout your chest at his words and you feel your cheeks flush with heat. You step into the car and watch as Karl shuts your door before getting in on his side. 

“Where are we going?” 

“It’s a surprise,” he says, winking at you when you meet his eye and a giggle escapes your lips. 

The drive to your destination feels like five seconds and five years all at once. Time always feels like it slows down whenever Karl is around and you find yourself focusing on every movement, every breath, every word he says and letting it sink into your being so you can hold onto it. 

Finally, you pull up to the restaurant, a gorgeous Italian place that you had been talking about wanting to go to since it opened. Your face beams and when you look over to Karl, he’s already grinning at you. 

That smile. 

Even when it wasn’t directed towards you it still felt like you were on another planet. The image transcends space and time and releases a joy unlike any other. 

Karl slides out of the car, rushing over to grab your door and holds a hand out to help you. He feels that same electricity when your hands touch and it makes him feel giddy like he just chugged a monster and all the energy slams him at once. 

He leads you into the restaurant, the inside being far more gorgeous than the outside could ever convey and a waiter takes you to your semi secluded booth. Karl being the gentleman he has been all night, helps you slide into the booth before getting in on his side. 

Every move and every thing Karl has done or said since he picked you up has been just right. He knew exactly how to treat you and make your stomach twirl happily at the simplest things. You couldn’t remember the last time a guy treated you this well and the thought makes you sad for a moment. 

“What’s up?” Karl asks, noticing your shift of emotions as he hands you a menu before taking one for himself. 

“Just thinking that this is probably the best date i’ve ever been on,” you say and Karl tilts his head in confusion. 

“I’ve never had a guy treat me this well,” you shrug and Karl’s face falls. “Even on a fake date.” 

Instead of saying anything, Karl reaches across and takes your hand in his. He squeezes lightly before running a thumb back and forth over your skin. 

“Good evening! My name is Melissa and I’ll be taking care of you two tonight. Can I get you guys something to drink?” 

You order your drinks and make small talk until the waitress comes back and takes your food order as well. 

“I don’t want to sound too forward,” she says and you and Karl look up to meet her eye. “But you guys are truly such a cute couple.” 

Your smile widens and you can’t help but look away at her declaration. The fact that you and Karl even looked like a perfect couple made your heart race. 

“Thank you! I’m sure lucky to have a gorgeous girl like her,” Karl responds and your heart flares out, skips a beat, and then reigns back in again. 

When she walks away again, Karl’s eyes meet yours and you feel yourself heat up under his gaze. 

“What?” 

“Just enjoying the view,” he responds with ease. 

Dinner goes by quickly with you and Karl keeping conversation the whole time. You talk about anything and everything and there’s never a dull moment. Maybe this is why everyone says your significant other should also be your best friend. 

“Are we ready for the check?” Your waitress asks and Karl nods. 

She sets it down before walking away and you automatically start to reach for it. Just as your hand hovers over the black check holder, Karl pushes your hand out of the way. 

“No way,” he says, pulling the check towards him. 

“At least let me get the tip,” you bargain. You weren’t trying to be annoying, you just genuinely hated when other people paid for things for you without you chipping in even a little bit. 

“I asked you out so I will pay,” he explains and you finally pull your hand back. 

After Karl pays, the two of you head out and back towards his car. You’re thinking about how you never want this date to end as Karl opens your car door and helps you in again. 

When he gets in and starts to drive off, you hum along to the music and enjoy the quiet for a minute. Your brain overturns every tiny detail of the night and you’re already giddy thinking about it all. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Hmm?” Karl says, glancing at you for a second before focusing on the road again. 

“Why take me out? Do all this nice stuff?” The look on Karl’s face flips to a frown and you keep talking to explain yourself better. 

“We’re best friends. Why take me on a fake date and show me how men are supposed to act? You could have just bought me ice cream and watched sad movies with me to make me feel better.” 

“Well,” Karl starts, unsure how to answer your question without revealing his true intentions. But also, wasn’t that kind of the point of all this? 

“Who said it was a fake date?” 

You get out of the car for the final time, Karl refusing to waste a second pulls your hand into his and intertwines your fingers. It occurs to you in that moment that possibly, just maybe, Karl did like you the same way you liked him and the world became a bit clearer with the idea. 

The walk to your apartment is slow and you’re wishing it could last forever with Karl’s hand holding yours perfectly tight. Your heartbeat has tripled since leaving the car and you wonder if Karl can feel it through your connected hands. 

You finally reach your apartment door and you find yourself turning to lean your back against it as Karl stands before you, hands pushed into the pockets of his jeans. Your eyes survey his stance and for a moment you wonder if he’s nervous. 

“So?” Karl asks, nervously bouncing on the balls of his feet. 

“Today was a fairytale,” you sigh out, not caring if your true feelings for Karl are being exposed at the moment. 

“Really?” 

“It was perfect,” you smile earnestly up at the taller boy and his cheeks flush red at your words. 

“I’m glad.” 

There’s a beat of silence and you quickly realize Karl’s superpower of slow motion is activating once more as he steps closer, one hand reaching for your waist and the other, agonizingly slow rests against your cheek. 

He searches your eyes for any hesitation but all you do is match his gaze and his heart leaps from his chest into your hands. He takes what is hopefully a subtle deep breath before leaning in. 

You were sure this had to be true love. You had fallen head first for Karl the moment you saw him but the way his lips mold against yours and move as if they always belonged there has you thinking about soulmates, weddings, old age, all of it all at once faster than you can comprehend. 

Karl could only describe this moment as magical. It had to be magic, right? How could someone like you fall for someone like him? Regardless, he knew this kiss was magical and easily the only thing he’ll think about for the rest of his life. 

You break apart when both of you have pulled all the air out of each other's lungs but Karl doesn’t move too far. He hesitates before resting his forehead gently against yours and you watch as his eyes flutter shut. 

“I get what you mean by fairytale now,” he whispers and you giggle against him. 

“Feels like a fairytale for sure.” 

#karl jacobs fic #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs imagine #karl jacobs fluff #youtuber x reader #youtube imagine #youtuber imagine #prettytoxicrevolver

[p41nkillers]

marshscott dialogue (1/???)

content: nathans working on trust issues

kate: ive never…like had any… uhh- *clear throat* lets just say…that im 'inexperienced' and youre my ‘first’ guy, so being with you.. is a new thing to me. ive always been distant myself around boys, my parents... they would be angry and disappointed if they knew about us…because they want me to be doing this sort of stuff...when im actually married *small sigh*

nathan: so youve been savin’ yourself for marriage this whole time? *chuckle* you hid this side of you cuz' you were scared that your parents might caught you breaking religious rules? yeah, that makes sense.. so why'd u agree to do it with me if you knew that being with me is kinda 'sinful' and it will only make it only worse? i dont understan-

kate: w-well...! i believe that...m-maybe we both gonna work this out and we eventually- *stop talking for awhile* nathan...why do u wanna be with me though? im a religious freak, and youre an atheist… is there.. any reason?

nathan: i have no fucking clue... i really dont okay? y'kno i dont really believe in any of those religious crap u mention about, i just think you were fun to hangout with, guess ive always had thing for religious girls anyway… *chuckle softly* maybe i like to experience with someone whos ACTUALLY different from me y'kno what i mean? i dont know how to word it well..but theres just something.. something about you that i really like alright? so tell me why u sticking with a douche guy like me anyway?

kate: mhm... youve got unique personalities... sure you can be a bit freaky sometimes but i tend to be the freakiest too so we're even *giggle* youre also look so gentle and charming when youre not being such a jerk to me... its like im talking to a different person..

nathan: maybe you should get your eyes checked then...still, that doesnt make any fucking sense right? i mean why the hell would u go that far with me though? its hard for me to give 100% trust on you...just wanna make sure you werent after me for damn money alright?

kate: good God nathan no! of course not! im not like those gold diggers youve been slept with! i-i swear okay..? believe me.. i never even saw you as my 'sugar daddy' i-i mean yeah sure youre rich, you have everything but that's not the reason i-

nathan: stop lying to me katie, the only reason you stuck with me cuz' im just a dumbass jock whos nothing but a spoiled prick little rich kid, just like any other stupid bimbos out there who kept using me for money. so yeah… i dont buy it, youre probably just using me too... *look away*

kate: *sigh* you right, youre such a dumb jock. cant u see that im being genuine this whole time? if you werent rich, id still want to be with you okay?? maybe i'd like you even more, so i wouldnt have to worry about you chasing me like im some kind of prey and treating me like one of your trophies collection... *frown*

nathan: you know what? big fucking thanks for giving me that ideas. maybe i should just go fuck around with other whore out there who isnt much loose as you, who can actually stand me, who isnt a clingy.. or someone who wont keeps whining being sensitive about everything like a fucking toodler. at least them hot chicks are wayyy more experienced more than you though.. youre all the same, just wanting me for cash! because thats what girls like you always do; an attention-starved whore who begged herself like a fucking dog in a heat!

kate: at least i still have some goddamn self-respect! you know what? maybe you should just be GAY instead because you sound like misogynist at this point. *sarcastic tone* and guess what? maybe i am clingy and sensitive; its one of those female traits you just have to deal with it but you cant! you know why?? because youre the most sexist guy ive ever met! and goodluck finding another dumb ho who can put up with your bullshit! *walk away*

note: i want them to at least hv a proper conversation afterward but hv no idea how to make it happen its a bit stretch to do so i just gave up lol

#saint and sinner #marshscott #kate marsh #nathan prescott #life is strange #self post

[armins-main-hoe]

Katsuki Bakugo X Diva!reader au.    Pt.2 here

I’ve yet to see a fic like this so I’m taking it into my own hands and writing my own.

edit: There is some swearing in here. It’s also quite long but I might do a part 2. 

Katsuki Bakugo X diva!reader au.

You knew Katsuki since you were kids. His mum and yours were friends meaning that you often met up with him. As kids, the two of you got on well enough to play with each other. Usually with you playing the ‘Princess’ and him the ‘Heroic Knight’ who would save you. Though as you grew up, his pride and temper grew and your sense of style, attitude and mindset changed. The two of you no longer could get along. Whenever your mother and his would meet and, unfortunately, drag you two along, there would be squabbles and shouts to be heard.

“Can’t believe you walked out of the house looking like that today.”

“HAH? Says the one caked in makeup.”

“You son of a- “

“you plastic bit-“

This only ends with your mothers shushing you and cutting the get together short.

You didn’t go to the same school, which was a relief to both. That was until UA. The shock on both of your faces when you saw each other in 1a was incredible.

When first year at UA started. The whole of 1a quickly caught on that Bakugo had a hot head. Though he had a strong temper, they all did not underestimate his strength.

To the class, you seemed like a bitch. Judging anyone and everyone constantly, only caring about your own looks and feelings, not caring at all about school. While Bakugo somehow managed to make a few friends, you couldn’t make any until further into the year when your attitude changed towards your classmates with the help of Mina.

Despite now going to the same school, you both didn’t talk to each other at all unless it was absolutely necessary.

You once spoke to him when he burnt a part of your hero costume in a training exercise. It did not end well. The two of you where partnered up for just one task, as usual, Katsuki went ahead and took the lead. Told you to sit down and watch him while he attacks.

You rolled your eyes at him. Yes, you seemed as if you didn’t take training seriously enough since you were too busy with your hair or if you looked good enough, however, even you cared enough to keep your grades up. There was a reason for why you applied for this course anyway. That meant that you would not let him do all the work. You like attention too. With no communication or idea of a coordinated plan, the two of you followed ur own ideas and went to attack the dummy villain.

With delicate ease, you were about to get ur hands on the dummy, at the same time, so was Katsuki, he didn’t see you until was too late and so did you. The two of you collided and his explosion that was meant for the dummy, landed on you. This caused the fabric on your costume to burn and nasty looking holes to appear. He ruined your hero costume. How dare he.

The dummy long forgotten, the two of you started to fight each other.

“You are so FUCKING dramatic. It’s not like you were a super model before anyway!”

“You and your HORRENDOUS hair have no right to talk about being a super model!”

“I don’t want to be a dumb model. I’m here to become number 1!!”

“As if they would ever let a pig like you become number 1.”

Aizawa had to step in and stop you both. The two of you failed that training session.

At the time of the USJ incident happened, you got consumed by fear of there being actual villains in the area that you really could not think of what to do. You came across one villain and knew you had to fight against that villain. Your quirk allowed you to easily escape if you wanted to but you knew that if you left, this villain would simply go and find another classmate. While you did not get along too well with most of your classmates, Mina being an exception, you cared enough to fight the villain so no one else has to. Though because of your fear, you kept making many mistakes during the fight, proving you still have quite a lot to improve on. Thats when he came, with his loud explosions propelling him forwards and to the villain. You weren’t hurt that bad but you did have a few cuts and bruises, had he not arrived when he did, you believe that you would have been injured far worse. 

Once the villain was unconscious and on the floor, he told you to “fucking get out of the way” and go “back to the other extras”. That time you didn’t reply with another witty remark. Kirishima, who also was with Katsuki, did ask you for any injuries and said that you should join them both since it would be better to stay as a group. You simply nodded, words of agreement dying at your tongue, making it hard to get any words out. 

Katsuki noticed this unusual behaviour from you but did not say anything about it. He’d only glance at you every now and then to make sure you didn’t get left behind anywhere.  

When sports day came around, you made it through all the way to the one vs one matches. You even got the chance to fight Katsuki himself. The two of you were delighted to be against each other. Finally you could beat the other up without anyone getting in the way.

The match between you two seemed to go on for ages, in the end it was a test for who had the best stamina. Too bad your quirk gave out on you and you ended up dealing with some serious side effects of over using your quirk. This meant Katsuki Bakugo won. You did not like this. No, you wanted to keep fighting, you wanted that shitty grin wiped off his face.

However, as you were walked off the stage, Katsuki admitted to himself that he kinda like fighting with you. You gave it your all and victory never tasted sweeter. He felt the muscles in his hands cramp up but he couldn’t care, he felt too good winning against you. Though that feeling of sweet victory soon went away quickly after his match with Todoroki. 

You watched him as he came first in the sports festival. You watched him struggle and shout. You suppose that this passion to come out as the best is admirable but surely his behaviour right now is a bit overboard. You and everybody else knew that he wanted Todoroki to fight him just as you did. Perhaps you set his expectations a little to high. Though his fight with that gravity girl was quite intense too. 

It doesn’t matter what he felt, in the end you lost to him and that made you feel this horrible burn in your stomach. You wanted to win. You wanted to come out as top. How come you weren’t good enough?

Well perhaps you were putting more time into your physical appearance than your education but that doesn’t mean you weren’t putting any effort at all. You looked down at your nails, you remember doing them yesterday which was also when you could have been getting some last minute training in. 

Oh but your nails look pretty though. 

You ended up admiring your nails and how much more you have improved in your nail art. 

That ugly burn in your stomach died down a bit. Though as soon as you went home, your family members were praising Katsuki more than acknowledging the fact that you gave it your all too. Your younger siblings looked at him on the screen in awe as they watched his matches. 

Your eye twitched as jealousy rushed through your veins. He is not even here yet he has everyone’s attention on him. It should be you. Not him. 

But it always was him. Even when you were younger, the ride home after visiting his place was full of praises for him. He was not even there to hear the praises so what was the point? You were there though yet they had nothing to say about you. All you got was a compliment for how you looked that day. 

That was all you ever got compliments and praises for but you will take what you will get, even if those compliments slowly stopped after a while and you had to ask them to say something about how you looked. While everyone else around you thought that you were just another girl who is obsessed with clothes and makeup, your physical appearance meant so much more to you. To you, it made you feel like you weren’t so worthless. It gave you reassurance that while others may be better than you, may be more worthy than you, you at least have a pretty face. 

That day, after the sports festival, you couldn’t stand to sit and listen to your family’s praise for Katsuki anymore. Escaping to your room, you started to redo your nails. You needed something to distract yourself. Something to feel proud of. 

You later found yourself with an opportunity to get some hero experience while training under a pro hero. Considering how you did not even make it to the top three, receiving that opportunity had you jumping around your room. You went and told all your family members about it and you never felt more seen than you did at that moment. You saw your parents smile and praise you. Not Katsuki. Not your friends. You. 

Of course you had to have some bad luck when something so lucky happens. You see, you got to work with Best jeanist, the number 4 pro hero. That wasn’t the unlucky part, its the fact that Katsuki was also there. Seeing him there reminded you of when you first saw him in 1A. 

“The fuck are you doing here?” He asked you.

‘I could ask you the same thing.” 

“I asked first.”

“Okay. I don’t care.”

That lead to another argument between you both. It was only when best jeanist walked in that made you both shut up. During that first day, you and Katsuki went on and on with the insults, you mainly teasing him about the jeans and his hair. Putting the insults aside, you found yourself enjoying being around him. Yes, he called you rude names but he has been for years now and it isn’t like you call him anything that nice either. You noticed how he would wait for you, caught you when you tripped but immediately let go of you when you made eye contact with him. You saw him try to talk to kids and fail horribly. He saw you trying to act as if you are perfectly fine with new addition of jeans to your hero costume. He saw you look into every reflective window to see if you really did look decent with the jeans on. He saw you genuinely smile while talking to himself and Best Jeanist. 

Jeanist, however, could only see your weak points and where you have to improve. He knew that the two of you were quite strong already, he knew that if Katsuki had not been your first opponent in the sports festival then you stood a chance of coming second place. Yet he did not like either of your attitudes. One of you was far too obsessed with becoming number 1 and the other doesn’t seem to care at all. Best Jeanist definitely had his work cut for him with you two.     

While on the way back home you both had to take the train together. (I can’t remember if they stayed with the pro hero’s agency for the night or if they went home and came back the next day so just go along with it.) While waiting for the train at the station, you looked at him. His hair was still in the neat, clean hairstyle that Best Jeanist forced it into. Not that you would admit it out loud but you thought he looked cute with his hair like that. You could tell the hair was irritating Katsuki quite a lot. You debated on whether or not you should help him out. It’s not like he would say thank you but you have wondered if his hair is soft or rough from lack of care. So you decided to take your chance. 

“Hey Katsuki, look at me.”

“Ew, why would want to look at-”

You moved your fingers through his hair, gently pulling it out of the style it was forced into. To your surprise, it seemed like the livid boy does take care of his hair since though it was not silky, it was very soft to touch. Whats even more surprising, is that he let you fix his hair. You could feel his red eyes on you the whole 3 minutes that it took to make his hair back into the spiky mess it had always been. As if he was studying your face like he hadn’t been seeing it for the last 11 years.

“Finally, your hair looks horrendous again. Honestly though, I don’t even know how you can go around looking like- ” You say as you smile at your work. 

“Who said you could call me Katsuki?” 

You were a little taken back by his question. 

“I’ve always called you Katsuki since we were 4. Besides you call me by my first name too sometimes. Okay maybe it more rare than sometimes since you do call me ‘cake face’ or ‘plastic bitch’ most of the time even though I have had 0 plastic surgery whatsoever!”

He ‘tsk’ed and looked the other way. Though kept your eyes on him and did not fail to see his ears burn red. No way, is he blushing? 

“My hair services don’t go free of charge, Katsuki.” 

“Fuck you.” 

#anime #mha bakugou #help lol #mha fanfiction #mha headcanons #bakugo x y/n #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou fanart #bnha bakugou #bakugou x y/n #bakugo katsuki #bakugou imagine #my hero acedamia #mha quirks

[charliesgoodboy]

-🦋Anasui x Male reader(SFW, ANGST TO FLUFF)

-🦋Song fic: TV by Billie eillish

-🦋idea by @gaybitchfx

-🦋A/N: more angst more angst more angst more angst

You had..past issues with others.

Your past partner had done such horrible things to you in the past you couldn’t quite recover from, at least recover from so quickly. And it had caused you to develop a bunch of fucked up shit. Especially the eating disorder you had. And boy was it bad, at times it would trigger over little things that seemed so big to you.

In all honesty you thought no one would ever love you, or you would ever love anyone again. It felt like no one would want to out up with all the fucked up shit in your head, you’d made a few friends but never had you thought to get in any type of other relationships for a real long time.

Pretty much all that changed when you had met Anasui. He was flirty, but so sweet, cared for the people close to him, his voice was so soothing and his touch was soft. You felt comfortable and safe with him, instantly falling in love with him.

You never thought it’s happen but it did. He had even helped you with your problems helping them get better. He was like a therapist with no money, it’s fucking free man.

“Ah, Anasui you seem a bit tired and stressed. Would you like me to cook for us tonight ?” A sigh came from his lips as it turns into a sigh of relief. “Would you really ? Gosh thank you (m/n) your to sweet.” He gave you a small kiss on your cheek letting you do your thing in the kitchen as he went to go and rest in his room.

You weren’t so bad at cooking many people have told you that your cooking was not bad many epeople have told you that it was actually pretty good so Anasui was lucky enough to trust you with the stove.

Kind of..

When you were going to reach for the pot on the stove you forgot to put the mitten on your hand and you ended up burning your hand pretty badly making you yelp loud enough for Anasui to come rushing into the kitchen.

“Shit ! (m/n) ! Are you okay ? What happened ?” “Nothing really I just ended up burning my hand is all I forgot to put in the mitten while getting the pot-“ “You idiot how could you forget such a simple thing ?!” You slightly flinch and look at him in surprise in confusion..why the hell was he yelling at you. Yes it was dumb to forget the mitten but damn he didn’t have to yell.

“Jesus you can’t do anything right ! I’m already upset and tired today and you just made my even worse !” You could feel tears brim up the edge of your eyes. It was the worst when people would even raise there voice at you. It was the worst feeling anyone could ever feel.

It remedied you of them. Your last partner. All the pay ever did was blame everything on you and blame you for every little thing that upset them. It got so bad to the point they would get physical. They would insult you on your body, the way you spoke, your personality, almost every little thing on you just to make sure you felt hurt.

The yelling had continued, the burning and itching pain from both the pain and your feelings was to much you had just slowly started to walk away from him and into your room to lock the door. You could hear your own loud heartbeat exploding in your ears as your breath quickens as well.

“Deep breathes deep breaths, don’t think about it don’t think about it. Your okay, your okay, it’s fine, your okay-“ Your thoughts you had said aloud got cut off my a knocking from the door.

You could hear the muffled words behind the door but you had ignored it anyway. You knew who it was but you just needed a bit of time by yourself. It was really isolation but you’ve learned to cope by using it, it was the only way to deal when things like this happen.

About a week had passed of soft knocks on the and the muffled voice behind it, and you ignoring it. That whole week you had kept yourself in that room with no food, no sleep, and no interaction. It was good you had a shower in the room you were in though.

“(m/n) I’ve got food in my hand..could you please unlock the door and let me in…please..I promise you I’m sorry but you haven’t eaten and I’m sure you haven’t slept in about a week..please I just need to see how you are, so I can be sure your okay but please..”

You lift yourself off of the bed clicking the door lock and open in the door letting Anasui in the room of darkness. He sets the food down on the night stand after the bith of you sitting next to each other on the bed in silence.

“(m/n) I-“ “I’m sorry Anasui.” Anasui looks at you in guilt. You shouldn’t have been the one to apologize to him, he should’ve been the one to continuously apologize of what he did for something so little. “No, please don’t apologize to me, that’s what I should be doing.” You shake your head giving him full eye contact. “No, I was being an idiot for not putting on the mitten like a normal ass person would if they’re cooking something. I’m sorry, this whole ordeal would be my fault.”

The feeling of arms engulfed you in instinct your arms quickly wrapping around your boyfriends for comfort. “It’s okay now. I won’t do something like that to you again. I was the one in the wrong, it was never your fault it never was, please don’t blame yourself again for someone else’s actions.” Anasui felt a wet puddle in the middle of his shirt as you pulled him closer to you.

You were both so important to each other and you never wanted to let each other go. You both loved each other and would both be there for each other when needed.

That’s what lovers do ain’t it ?

#male reader #x male reader #male y/n #male reader insert #fluff to angst #angst #sfw #fluff #jjba x reader #jjba x male reader #anasui jjba #anasui x reader #anasui x you #anasui x male reader #Spotify

[clovermunson]

here’s a tamer one:

gimme all your unpopular stranger things opinions, pretty please!!

sav, bestie you know i love being controversial (sometimes) and i know that some of these may get me tumblr-cancelled or cause a fandom riot because most of them will be about billy (and by extension, max), but that’s not my problem.

billy and max genuinely cared about each other. i know, some of you are gonna look at that and say “how the fuck is that true??” but trust me. it is. both of them were forced into a shitty situation, and often took things out on each other because they were both misguided and trying to navigate things on their own. neil and susan obviously favored max, often neglecting billy and making him grow up on his own and way too fast. he was handling full-fledged adult responsibilities by the time he was sixteen, and he shouldn’t have been. now while i think susan may have tried to evenly delegate her attention to both kids, neil completely prohibited that under some false pretense such as “billy needs to grow up” or “he doesn’t need a mother anymore”. any time max screwed up, billy was left to deal with it instead of neil and susan handling it themselves, like parents should, not older siblings (though i believe had it not been for neil, susan would’ve taken care of max herself— i have some very complicated opinions on susan, but that’s another story). every time billy acted out in violence, it was a defense and survival mechanism for him; and he probably did it quite often to protect max because he cared for her, and for the fact that if he didn’t, he’d face neil’s wrath for the nth time (i.e.: the fight at byers’ home with steve— which, in billy’s defense, was totally justified from his point of view). anyway, max and billy cared about each other in their own weird little way.

more on the topic of billy, he wasn’t racist and he didn’t target or dislike lucas simply because he was black. that’s just a bullshit reason that 98% of the fandom uses to justify why they hate billy because they couldn’t read context clues and use some critical thinking skills. he disliked lucas because he witnessed lucas and max arguing in the school parking lot, and lucas was upsetting max— and billy knew that it would be his ass if neil found out about it.

i think the whole “girlboss” angle they’re trying to do with nancy kinda sucks and it’s ruining her character. she was definitely a stronger character in season 2 than any other season.

the series started with will, and it should end with will. i said what i said.

max stabbing billy with a needle and syringe with no idea what was in it is not the girlboss moment y’all think it is. what was in that syringe could’ve killed him for all anyone knew.

the sauna scene was genuinely billy begging for max to help him because he didn’t know what was going on, until it wasn’t, and max knew that was billy and not the mindflayer.

speaking of the whole mindflayer thing, y’all can’t tell me that max didn’t genuinely care about billy when she said “i really hope it’s not you” in reference to the party suspecting that billy was the host.

oh and in season two when billy’s “threatening” to run over the boys?? y’all are delusional for thinking he really would lmao he’s an older brother and older brothers mess with their sisters like that. and he’s a seventeen year old with a cool, fast car. there’s no way he was gonna willingly get himself a vehicular homicide charge in a bumfuck town in indiana. y’all are dumb as shit for thinking he would. and did y’all notice when max grabbed the wheel and made the car swerve to avoid hitting them? billy could’ve easily gone against her force and kept the car on course, but he didn’t.

stancy shippers are essentially romanticizing a toxic relationship between two people who very clearly want different things for themselves and could never actually work, from a logical and realistic viewpoint.

on that note, stancy should not happen in season five. or ever again for that matter. fight me about it.

karen wheeler’s actions in season three can’t be justified. i’m not even gonna argue on this one with anyone because y’all know what happened. sure she chose her family in the end, but she was really about to go hook up with a freshly-18 year old man while being in her 40s…absolutely not, ma’am. don’t even get me started on the other pool-lurking moms.

it’s game night, send one of these!

#these are so brave yet so controversial i think #especially that first one #that first one is gonna ruffle some feathers #may even cause some heebies to be jeebied (get it?) #maybe even the second one too #me? causing fandom discourse with my strong opinions? it’s more likely than you’d think. #fandom discourse #morgan’s mailbox📬 #ask games #clovermunson’s game night #savvy🧸

[honeystwiggypeach]

hello I've seen your work about haikyuu dad's as absent parent. AND I TELL U, I REALLY LOVE IT 🫶

but can u write another version of it? wherein it has more angst on it no fluffs T___T but if you're not uncomfy to do it, it's fine I understand ^^ but if you're okay to do it can I request some ushijima, suna or kuro's version? thank u sm!

Omg I’m so glad you liked them!!!! They’re so fun and interesting to write!!!Besties??? This is such a good idea😭I may cry writing this but I will do it!!!!I know this is like not technically what you asked for since I give reader and baby a little fluffiness but like besties I just feel bad giving them absolutely no happy ending???(I can for sure rewrite this though and would love to if someone sent in a request for reader also having no fluff because I have a few ideas for that!!)any who let me stop rambling!! Tysm for the request!! They’re my absolute favorite thing ever! Pls request more because I’m out of school cause I can’t pick up a pencil🤪(taking advantage of the time I have with my unwrapped hand to write this🥰)

Tw- angst(little little fluff for reader and baby but none for boys), crying, drunk, peer pressure, cursing, crying, no fluff for Kuroo’s reader(I was gonna make them be with Kenma but decided not to!), boys are incredibly rude, anyways let me know if I missed anything(I’d be cautious about reading this!!)

Ushijima

It felt like so long ago, he’d broken up with you simply out of fucking peer pressure, it felt dumb to beg him to stick around. If he was so susceptible to peer pressure about your five year relationship Yoh didn’t doubt it could have been the same for your six month old baby girl who as you watch get rocked by Tendou as she sucks on her pacifier on the brink of sleep you can’t imagine raising her any other way.

When it originally happened, Tendou had practically ran over to pick up the pieces of your lives.

Turns out he’d liked you since highschool but kept rather quiet since on Valentine’s Day, Ushijima had beat him to asking you out even if they’d both agreed not to ask you out because they knew it would signify the end of their relationship, so of course when he’d found out Ushijima had fucked up he wasted no time in booking a flight from Paris to Japan.

And that was how it began.

You both glanced over to your phone when you’d heard a notification.

All day today almost on every channel, Ushijima’s face was plastered there, inevitably you’d just turned it off, he had a game in France today but neither of you thought he’d try and show up at your little house, and it wasn’t like you lived so much in town that oh could pass his visit off as a mistake, quite the opposite actually, you two lived a little ways out of town, not to far from the sweets shop but far enough to know that his visit was very much on purpose.

So of course when you glanced down at your phone, seeing the text from Ushijima, “hey I’m outside, we need to talk” yoh of course nearly threw the phone to Tendou as you moved to lock the front door as Ushijima begins knocking.

Tendous eyes widen, inevitably your precious baby in your arms as Tendou opens the front door.

“Do you need something?” He’s leaning against the doorframe and it takes everything in you it to break down and cry because obviously he was here for your baby what else would he be here for?

“Tendou?” He’s confused, he was certain you couldn’t live without him? How could you move on so fast and as he peers around Tendou all he can see is you curling yourself around a soft pink blanket, you looked scared…maybe it was time for him to move on if you had seemingly grown a family in the time he was gone and wordlessly he left.

Suna

You felt dumb to think he was ever going to want to settle down, he never did, it was drinking every night and partying and as you got older it just felt so out of place.

So of course when you’d told him you were pregnant he just told you to get out and that it obviously wasn’t his.

And a short three years later, you’d gotten married to Osamu who adopted your adorable daughter.

It was sweet…really, almost everyday you’d sit in the little booth that was designated to you and your precious girl and whenever she’d come out the kitchen on Osamu’s hip you’d set out her coloring book, other days you’d play waitress though that was on busy days.

Today you were sat with her in the booth when Suna walks in.

He looked rough you simply rolled your eyes pulling out a menu, maybe you could play a normal customer.

You could see the way Osamu’s brows furrowed at the way Suna seemed dazed, he walked right past the counter not even hesitating to practically slam his hands down on the table

“Suna” it’s clear to anyone else you’re trying to placate him before he could scare your daughter who looks up at him with wide eyes.

Osamu’s practically got steam coming from his ears as you look to him with a scared look.

“Is that her?” Suna glances towards your daughter and you can’t help the way your eyes begin to water.

You almost let out a sigh of relief as she slips under the table running to Osamu who scoops her up as she lets out a tiny, “daddy” through her sniffles.

The anger almost dissipates in Suna’s face, right he was the one who chose to leave it was only proper for you to move in wasn’t it?

With that he leaves, trying not to imagine the way he knows you’ve broken down in the booth left once again for Osamu to pick up the things he’s broken, he’s reminded that he has no place in your life.

Kuroo

It was a little one night stand, of course when you’d tried to call him three months later for what he figured was a rekindling he blocked you…on everything.

You were trying your hardest to tell him about your baby, you felt it wasn’t to fair for him to not know that he’d had a kid out there but unfortunately because of his choices he found out in a horrible way.

When he’d came into the little cafe you were at he saw the baby blue baby carrier sat beside you he was confused.

He watched the way you stood up with your little boy asking quietly if he had anytime to talk.

He ends up sat in a little park on a bench with you, “is he mine” his face shows clear disinterest.

You nod, “he’s almost eight months old” he can’t believe how happy you sound you were obviously trying to get something from him, maybe money? Maybe you were trying to bang trap him but that wasn’t about ti fucking happen.

“Look whatever you’re trying to get from me it’s not about to happen” your face falls quickly your hands stopping in their place as they hover over your son’s buckles.

“Oh…well I didn’t want anything” you look crushed, you’d heard he could be a dick to people but he seemed so sweet when you’d met him, but you’d cornered him and he was scared.

“Honestly, you’re all the same” he scoffs.

With that he’s left.

When he gets back to his office he can’t help the way the tears flow, how did he always manage to fuck up say the worst things. That really wasn’t what he wanted to tell you?

He can’t help but replay the horrible expression he practically forced onto your face the way your son looked up at him with the most precious little eyes so full of happiness and he had practically crushed it

Omg guys do you want me to make a part two of Kuroo’s???? Maybe reader ends up with Kenma and Kuroo tries to apologize??(anywho guys pls request because I’m off of school today and I’m so bored!!!)

Part two!!

#anons #reader insert #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu parents #haikyuu dads #mom!reader #Ushijima x reader #Tendou x reader #Suna x reader #Kuroo x reader #angst

[miaountainmama]

train

a short drabble.

characters: atsushi, gn!you contains: pure fluff

wc: 700

a/n: so i wrote this thinking “wow i’m gonna make a nice platonic fic about best friends just as close as me and my best friend of 13 years because i don’t see enough platonic fics” and then i really went and actually fell in love with the fucker. anyways. we’re dating now lmao.

   Dusk was descending upon Yokohama, and you felt the most radiant you had ever been.

        The street lights flickered on just in time as the last passengers filtered out from the train station, either boarding the last car or scattering to go home. But you didn’t want to go home yet, and neither did he, and as best friends you supposed it would be more fun if you stuck together anyways. The crickets were loud tonight, you noticed, and the summer air was warm and mild-- a perfect evening for messing around and doing nothing important. On a whim, you took a sharp right onto a dirt road that ran parallel to the tracks and headed nowhere in particular, finding a nice smooth rock to kick around as you walked. Beside you, Atsushi let out a small “oh!” and skipped forward to watch a tiny frog hop across the path. You watched him blink in wonder and felt at peace.

        Somewhere back from whence you came, the bells signaled the departure of the last train, and with a gust of wind it whizzed past, ruining your hair. Both of you oohed at the sheer speed of it before pausing. At the same time your eyes met, and you narrowed your eyelids. An idea itched at the back of your brain, an idiotic idea, and you had a feeling Atsushi was suffering the same fate.

        The two of you moved as one, shoes tearing up the ground in an instant.

        And there you were, two dumb teens sprinting as fast as you could behind the train. It shot ahead with nothing but a trail of distorted sound and left you in the dust nigh on instantly, but you kept running until the last car was nothing but a tiny speck above the distant railway. From somewhere behind you spilled Atsushi’s clear, euphoric laughter, mirth flying from your own lips to match. Eventually you stumbled to a stop, doubling over and wheezing with your hands on your knees. Atsushi didn’t brake fast enough, though, and with boots skidding across the dirt he tumbled straight into your back. Your already exhausted limbs gave out at the slightest touch, and the two of you were sent crashing to the ground, a tangle of startled yelps and hysterical howls of laughter. 

        “Ow, fuck, you’re elbowing my ribs,” you wheezed, and Atsushi gasped and tried to clamber up immediately. It was, of course, futile, and he only succeeded in punching you in the face in the process. You squawked at the unexpected contact, and you swore it almost sent Atsushi to tears.

        “Oh my- I’m so sorry! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry sorry sorry sorry-”

        “Dawg, it’s fine,” you snickered. “Don’t even worry about it.”

        “Yeah; but-“ He tried to prop himself up with an elbow and made a frustrated noise. “I’m stuck.”

        “You’re stuck?”

        “Yeah.”

        “Tragic,” you drawled, picking at your nails with one hand and trying your best to seem thoroughly unimpressed. Cue a long, drawn out sigh from your bestie.

        “Are you not going to help me?”

        A lazy grin slowly stretched across your face, and you knew he could hear it in your tone as you replied. “Nah. Not feeling it.”

        From the absolute indignation in whatever noise Atsushi made, you could tell you succeeded in your goal of royally pissing him off.

        “Fine then,” he huffed. “I’ll just stay like this then.” With that, he unceremoniously dropped all his body weight back down, and all the air in your lungs whooshed out in a wheezing laugh.

        And the two of you just laid in the dirt like that, him stubborn and unwilling to go back on his word, you disinclined to give in unless threatened with pain of death. It wasn’t until the mosquitoes started their attack that you finally got up and called it a draw.

        “You’re so mean,” he whined as the two of you struggled upright, and you raised your eyebrows and fixed him with a piercing stare.

        “And you’re slow and dumb as a rock, but you don’t see me saying anything about it.”

        “See, this behavior is exactly why-”

        ...

        What a match you two were.

#atsushi nakajima #atsushi x reader #atsushi nakajima x reader #bsd x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

What if the reader and Stanley bonded over the buckets? Like decorating them and customizing them!

"This is great, Stanley! What could be better than hanging out in the broom closet and decorating our buckets?”

“..actually going on with the story?!!! Or literally anything else?! I can’t even recognize the metallic shininess of your bucket anymore, [y/n]. What was the matter with my two stickers? Were they boring? Too bland? Well..I apologize for not having an infinite amount at my disposal.”

Looking up, you just scoffed at Narrator, sensing his bitterness as you clutched your decorated bucket with pride. “I wasn’t talking to you. Besides it’s not like we can take off your dumb stickers, so we’re stuck with them regardless. Be lucky I didn’t decide to paint over them.”

All you got in response was a loud gasp of horror, as though you’ve just written him a review worse than Cookie9′s. “WHY...I’D...NEVER....!!!” 

The poor guy was probably hunched over his desk, clutching his pearls.

An amused smile graced your lips as you envisioned that. ‘Yeah, that’s pretty funny..’

Then you felt a nudge on your shoulder and looked to see Stanley present his bucket to you, lightly smiling. It had some stamps and small paintings on all sides. Excluding the Property of Stanley sticker, these new additions made it unique only to him.

For countless resets, he’s been lugging this bucket around, finding both comfort and numbness in it as he carried it throughout the office. And it’s been his only companion until you somehow entered the parable with your own bucket, assuming it was just an ordinary work day until you found him.

He showed you his favorite places in the building, such as the broom closet where you proposed the idea of decorating your respective buckets just to take a break from the story.

Although Narrator tried speaking for Stanley’s bucket by saying “that’s a horrible idea, I am perfectly content with these stickers”, your coworker thought the opposite and happily joined you in the closet. You had to go search the building a bit for more paints, and Stanley stayed despite Narrator’s insistence that he kept going.

Yeah, you could hear his complaints, too, but luckily you were the only one who could respond to him verbally. 

The three of you knew the reality of your world, so...why did he wanna get back to a story that wasn’t gonna end anyway?

None of it made sense, but doing this little “art project” brought both you and Stanley a sense of...peace. It was therapeutic in a way, and neither of you heard any protests from the buckets.

Narrator severely underestimated your attachment to them.

“I think he’s just jealous,” you muttered to Stanley, who grinned and silently chuckled in response, earning yet another chuff from a certain British man.

“Oh good, good..just go on and giggle like a bunch of schoolgirls at a sleepover. See if I care! I’ll be waiting outside whenever you’re both finished....”

As his voice faded out, you sighed in relief. ‘Thank god. It’s just us and the buckets now.’

When he did eventually reset the game, you and Stanley simply reunited in the same spot with your respective buckets, beaming with pride while he groaned.

They were still decorated beautifully.

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