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bg-brainrot · 17 days

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Alone in a Crowded Camp

Featuring: Astarion x Rogue!Tav

Series: Fits into Love at First Knife, AO3 link here

Summary: A short Astarion reflection, where he realizes that company isn't so bad.

Tags: Astarion POV, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Hurt/Comfort, Vampire Spawn Astarion, set in Act 3, Astarion is Bad at Feelings

A/N: My ~mood~ persists and I wanted to make this real angsty, but even I couldn’t do that to myself hah. A short little oneshot to try to get me out of my funk!

Word count: ~1.1k

Alone.

Astarion has gotten quite good at being alone.

For two hundred years, he's been surrounded by people– their faces, their bodies, their sickly sweet words and insincere affections. But all along, he has been deeply, achingly alone.

He's had his siblings, ugh, if that's what you could call them. They’ve been a constant, annoying, and at times cruel presence in his life. They’ve felt like a growth he could no more remove than he could ignore. And, through the misery and the pain, he somehow still managed to feel gods awfully alone.

It’s difficult to pinpoint the source of his loneliness. After all, he has nary a moment to himself. But no matter how many people, no matter how frequently he’s with them, something is missing. There is no connection, no kindness, no caring. He simply is alone.

As such, Astarion has grown downright skilled at solitude. A practical art form, he's certain– someone else may call it a method of coping. Either way, it’s not a skill he's comfortable to admit.

Especially not when he suddenly finds himself surrounded once more, veritably drowning in the same disgusting familiarity and the startling newness of companionship. Because this time, he's free. Or as free of Cazador as he's willing to believe for the moment. And his companions don't expect much from him. At least not more than he's willing to provide.

So when he settles into the motley crew, he’s prepared to face the same discordant discomfort of isolation, all while being a hair’s breadth from falling into someone’s bedroll.

Instead, what he finds is an unconventional, at times chaotic, symphony.

The loud sheering sound of weapons being sharpened.

The heat of bodies surrounding a late night campfire.

The beautiful, desperate joy on the faces of those who may not live to see another day.

Astarion soon discovers that, despite the dirt, despite the tentacled doom lingering over his gorgeous head of curls, the boisterous mundanity of daily life is oddly… welcome.

For so long, as long as he can remember honestly, he’d dreaded meeting someone new. Meeting someone new meant as much a death sentence for them as it meant a detestable evening for him, a night lost to his inevitable withdrawal into the deepest darkness he could muster.

But here, in the warm glow of firelight, the darkness abates.

Against all of his efforts, he actually learns about the group.

How Lae’zel single-handedly took on her entire crèche while training, how many rooms Gale’s tower boasts back in Waterdeep, how far Wyll’s travels have taken him along the Chionthar, how Shadowheart didn’t need her memories to remember she hated bad wine, how Karlach once defeated a Pit Fiend in the hells themselves. None of them are things he expected to learn, nor care about. But he finds himself listening, chortling along all the same.

And then there’s you.

At first, he’d kept you a careful arm and knife distance away– an asset surely, but just as surely a dangerous one. He’d learned early in his time with Cazador that anyone who could wield both blade and charm was not someone to be trifled with.

What he hadn’t expected was the way that you made him feel: Distinctly not-alone.

Whether it be catching the mischievous twinkle in your eye from across the room or finding himself wrapped in your arms, feeling your body heat slowly seeping into him– he simply can’t understand how you make the world feel so full.

Astarion isn’t sure if he loves this new feeling of overwhelming closeness or misses the solitude. He wonders if he’ll ever feel alone again, and the idea that he may not both thrills and terrifies him.

Because there is something soothing about being alone, a type of insidious succor only his own thoughts provide.

The ache loneliness has carved in his chest is as lingering as it is deeply rooted within him and, like a plant desperately trying to survive, he finds the roots digging deeper and deeper in an attempt to stay grounded.

His moments of actual time to himself have been scarce, of course. So, in his fear, Astarion has gotten used to finding his solitude among the chaos, sequestering himself away from any who might hurt him before such a chance could arise.

Retreating from their kindness, reciprocating with sharply worded barbs, shooting utterly underserved glares in every direction. Their wounded looks mean nothing to him– why should they? They are just another group of strangers, one vampire lord away from becoming another pile of corpses.

However, much like every other of his carefully thought out plans, you are ready to thwart him. For every attempt he makes to withdraw, you’re right there, proving time and again that you are no stranger. Not anymore.

“Astarion.”

It’s a simple thing, his name. The last remnant from a mother he no longer remembers. It sounded wretched upon Cazador’s lips, a curse he could never break. Upon yours though? It may as well be a blessing.

With that one, simple name, his loneliness is allayed. The roots embedded within him pull back, if only for the moment.

Despite his best efforts, he remembers that he is not alone. Astarion feels at ease.

His heart opens, little by little, and not just to you.

Living hundreds of years as he has, faces had begun to meld together, names began to lose their meaning, voices their distinct candor. But for the first time in a long, long time, he finds himself seeing, listening, connecting to others in a way he no longer believed himself capable of.

It’s… nice. Not that he’ll ever tell the others.

Naturally, his past doesn’t simply up and vanish. His mind still drifts, and he finds himself retreating into the damning safety of solitude from time to time. But each and every time, a hand reaches out– at times jovial, sometimes tentative, other times caring– ready to pull him back to the present.

“Astarion?”

One such hand comes into his field of view, and he takes it instinctively. It’s warm, comforting, and scarred with the beautiful history of an adventurous past. He could get lost in the look and feel of this hand.

“Astarion? Are you alright?”

Your voice is soft, tone gently questioning– yet still worried. Adorable, but you needn’t worry about him. He doubts he’s ever been better.

“Mmm, yes, darling. Quite alright.”

“Good.”

Your hand squeezes his as you respond and he’s certain that, as long as you’re next to him, he may never feel alone again. Perhaps that’s not such a bad thing after all.

#astarion #astarion x tav #fanfic #astarion fic #astarion x reader #rogue + rogue #astarion fanfiction #astarion fanfic #astarion x gn reader #astarion x gn!tav #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion is bad at feelings #astarion comfort #spawn astarion #hurt comfort #sort of a character study

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verysmolspams · 1 year

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The amount of jealous Arven I’m seeing gave me inspiration so here: *drops another OC fanfic*

Jealous Arven x OC! Aurelia

Aurelia made the mistake of telling everyone in her close friend group that she has a crush. Unfortunately Arven has no clue it’s him, so he actively tries to figure out who it is cuz he doesn’t want her getting hurt (and he likes her, so he wants to be that guy)

He is that guy, but he has no clue, poor thing.

Word count: 688

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“For the last time, that’s not the guy I’ve been crushing on!” Aurelia lamented.

“He sure seems awfully fond of you,” Arven retorted.

“I’m beginning to think that you’re overprotective of me anytime someone flirts because I’m so small,” she blurted.

“W-well!” Arven protested. “You still haven’t told me who it is! How am I supposed to know if I can trust the guy with my little buddy if you won’t be honest about it?!”

Aurelia had realized that he had absolutely no clue who it was, and had guessed nearly every boy in her classes. When she said no, he then became suspicious of any upperclassmen who flirted even a glance at her.

“Hah, I see.” She sighed. Arven quirked an eyebrow at her sudden swing in mood.

“I didn’t mean to upset you with all this, maybe I should have just kept my mouth shut until I felt confident enough to confess.”

“Por que?” He folded his arms.

“Cuz it really upsets you that I have a crush for some reason,” she said honestly. “I haven’t even told you yet, but I think you’d really like this person too, ya know? You may know them more than you realize.”

His heart sank a little, wondering if it was either of their friends Penny or Nemona.

“Es Penny o Nemona?” He asked her tentatively.

“No, sigue siendo un chico.” She shook her head.

Arven sighed in frustration.

“No tengo ni idea,” He threw his hands up.

“Listen, listen,” Aurelia said, trying to calm him down. “I’ve got a good idea.”

He looked at her quizzically.

“I don’t exactly plan on asking them until I’m done with our Area Zero business. After we take care of that, I’m thinking of arranging a picnic, and if asking them out goes well, you can meet them?” She used her best Fidough eyes, as something that did occasionally work on him.

“I will make the sandwiches, I promise.” She added.

“You’re still not gonna tell me who it is? que tan malo puede ser este tipo?” Arven asked.

“I promise, it’s worth the wait. You know I’m a terrible liar.” She stated earnestly.

“… fine.” Arven spoke. “When are you planning this?”

“I’ll let ya know once we finish your thing first,” she said, smiling to his agreement.

“I still care about you and wanna help you out before I go through this whole next thing, ya know?” She said, blissfully unaware that she was giving him mixed feelings. Hearing her say that she cared so much made the thumping in his chest harder.

“Well, I just wanted to get that off my chest since I trust you. Once I figure out where Cassiopeia is waiting then I’ll be ready for ya, okay?” She promised with her eyes.

“Wasn’t she that mysterious boss calling you?” Arven said, sounding more protective.

“Yeah, but I think I can handle it,” she said confidently.

“I don’t trust her,” Arven said. “I’m going with you.”

“Que? I mean alright, I’ll be fine, but I won’t exactly say no to you if it quells your worries about me.” She said, apologetically.

“No voy a dejar de preocuparme hasta que me digas quién es este tipo misterioso.”

Aurelia looked in surprise at him.

“Aww, you really care a lot, Arven,” She said in awe, almost giving away her feelings.

“What kind of friend wouldn’t be?!” He asked, agitated.

“Okay, okay! Sheesh. Sorry, I’m not used to having close friends quite yet, have I ever told you my stories back in Unova?”

Arven paused at her genuine words, then looked back to her.

“.. now that you mention it I haven’t.”

“Alright, we’ll save it for later, but for now you can come with me. Thanks for being here, Arven.” She said warmly, her true feelings nearly show in her face.

The warmth in her gratitude didn’t help Arven’s already tugging heart strings, but he took her acceptance of his tagging along and ran with her to face Cassiopeia.

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#oc x canon #arven x reader #arven x oc #Arven x fem reader #arven pokemon #pokefic #arven fanfic #fanfic

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twilightmalachite · 1 year

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Altered - Angels and Devils 7

Author: Akira

Characters: Hiyori, Nagisa, Tsumugi

Translator: Mika Enstars

EN Proofer: PitXRoxas

"It’s so messy for the season anyways, how about you shave it all off? That’s an order! ♪"

Season: Spring

Location: Downtown

⚠️ This is an import from a unproofed Twitter Livetweet!

One hour later, at the downtown area near Yumenosaki Academy…

Hiyori: —You’re late, Tsumugi-kun!

You’re slow to answer the phone, and you’re slow to pick me up! Hey, aren’t you aware that you’re an errand boy? What a useless servant you are!

Tsumugi: I’m neither an errand boy or a servant, um~…?

If anything, I’m technically the leader of fine, which makes me a higher position than you on paper.

Hiyori: Hah? You’re in a position above me? I can’t accept that, so it can’t be true!

Tsumugi: What an insane ego… Do you see yourself as a king or a god or something, Hiyori-kun?

Hiyori: A noble being of that sort! Heheh. ♪

Tsumugi: Noble beings don’t skip scheduled lessons and hang out with their fangirls, though.

Behind the glory lies hard work. A swan’s feet are paddling madly underneath the water. Attend practice properly, at the very least!

Hiyori: All you do is whine and nag! Are you our guardian or something?

Tsumugi: Well if you want, I can be you guys’ mama or papa.

That is my role.

Hiyori: Hah? You, our papa? Could you not say creepy things like that?

Nagisa: …Yeah. Only my father is my papa.

Hiyori: Oh, it’s Nagisa-kun! I only asked the pageboy to come, but you came too?

Tsumugi: I’m not a pageboy~, I’m the leader~…?

Nagisa: …Fufu. Because Tsumugi-kun, he said he was going to pick you up, Hiyori-kun.

…I wanted to see Hiyori-kun too, so I went with.

Hiyori: Wow, I’m so happy! What goooood good good and faithful dog! You’re so cute!

…That part of you hasn’t changed at all.

Nagisa: …I’m not a dog though. But if Hiyori-kun likes them, then I hope I can become one.

Hiyori: Good boy! ♪ If you wanna be like a dog, we have a good example here! Here, leader, act like a dog for Nagisa-kun!

Tsumugi: I don’t have any willpower left to fight back. …Why do you hate me so much, Hiyori-kun?

Hiyori: Well I hate Eichi-kun more than I do caterpillars, but I don’t exactly like or hate you? It doesn’t matter! So I treat you like whatever. ♪

Nagisa: …Tsumugi-kun, he is, a good person.

Hiyori: Oh, you’re getting defended by someone unexpected! Just when did you trick my Nagisa-kun?

Nagisa: …Tsumugi-kun, is kind to me, which I like.

Hiyori: You can’t let yourself be tamed so easily. That is what’s endearing about you, though, Nagisa-kun.

But the reason this mophead is so nice is so he can get us in a good mood and get us to do his bidding, ‘kay?

Tsumugi: “Mophead”… I’ve never been called something like that before.

Hiyori: It’s so messy for the season anyways, how about you shave it all off? That’s an order! ♪

Nagisa: …I think that my hair is even messier than his, though. Should I shave my head? Would you prefer that, Hiyori-kun?

Hiyori: Ah, I didn’t mean to inspire that! Never mind, never mind that!

Gosh, I always have to watch my words with you around…

Nagisa: …Hm. I’m, sorry?

Hiyori: I don’t mind. I’m the absolute happiest when I’m with you.

I felt it’d be a lot more fun than practice that’s nothing but bothersome, so I hung around with some girls who had the same hobbies as me instead.

It distracts me from my loneliness and boredom, but it’s not truly fulfilling.

Tsumugi: Is it alright to say within earshot of those girls that they were just tools to kill time?

See, they’re all looking over here~…

Hiyori: They’re just messing around too. It’s a give-and-take sort of compromising relationship, y’know!

I get to kill time. The girls get to enjoy being in pretend-love and go on a pretend-date with me.

That’s all our relationship is, there’s no love in it. It’s all practical.

Pretty dull, huh.

Tsumugi: Even if it is all just for practicality, though careful watering and nurturing, love can still bloom though, right?

Hiyori: What a poetic thing for you to say. It’s impressive, but I don’t have the energy for that.

These girls and I just wanna have a good time and dream a little bit. Anything just a little more of that is too much a bother.

Hiyori: We both feel the same way in that respect, we consent, and benefit mutually.

We cast our burdens aside, become birds in the sky, and sing a song that resembles love. We can forget ourselves as dull, dirtied human beings for just a moment.

And that much is fine.

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#altered #event #translation #nagisa ran #hiyori tomoe #tsumugi aoba

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hobbit-in-kuroshitsuji · 1 year

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Kuroshitcember 2022 Prompt Nr. 10

Prompt: Paperwork that Will asked for gets handed in late. What happens?

You can find all prompts here!

All of these will be uploaded/archived to this blog's Ao3 eventually

Summary: Ronald hands in a report too late for... a very good reason. CW: descriptions of a stabwound and blood.

“Sorry it’s late, sir.”

William had been presented with a file pushed almost literally into his face.

A report.

The report William had been waiting for his entire shift. At 6 o’clock William had given up and simply filed the report as missing, preparing a long lecture to Ronald Knox about the importance of working diligently. One late report meant making it difficult for plenty of other reapers, not just William, and not just Ronald himself. Souls needed to be collected, and management needed to know that souls were safe. Quickly. Or else, reapers could be sent out to find out why the souls weren’t safe, if the report didn’t already state this.

Honestly… It wasn’t that difficult.

It was eight in the evening when Ronald had knocked on William’s door. Coming to William’s home wasn’t a solution William wanted Ronald to make a regular thing regarding handing in reports.

“You could have left it on my desk.”

He nabbed the file from Ronald’s gloved fingers and scoffed.

But when the file no longer hid Ronald’s figure from view, William noted the red stain on the reaper’s uniform. Hunched over, Ronald tried to hide it from view, but was failing horribly as it grew larger with each second he stretched the wound by standing upright.

The file fell to the floor as William reached out to help the reaper stay up. Ronald faltered slightly on his feet, but offered a sheepish look. “Hah, sir… one would think you’d care…” He coughed, then painfully gasped in air when the cough only hurt.

“What happened, Knox?” There was just a hint of panic in William’s voice when he lifted Ronald’s arm over his shoulders and started guiding him down the hallways to the infirmary.

“I handed the report in late, didn’t I?”

“I cannot believe you wrote a report whilst bleeding out,” William scolded, turning another corner.

Ronald hissed at the movement. Each minute that passed made Ronald lean heavier against William. It was a clear sign that the reaper was getting weaker far too quickly for William’s liking.

“Ah, wouldn’t wanna- eugh… - disappoint you, sir,” Ronald teased.

Clenching his jaw, Will scoffed and said: “I would have understood.”

“Now I know…”

Despite the blood trail Ronald left, William paused their movements to send a look at Ronald. “I do not know what I have done to make you think you ought to prioritise writing a report over tending to your wounds.”

“We have to atone by working diligently,” Ron replied with a smirk to try and keep the mood up, despite his pale lips.

Reapers didn’t quite bleed out the same way humans did. But their vessels could still get hurt by certain weapons, and this… looked like such a weapon had been used on Ronald. Truly, William wanted to read that report just to figure out what had done this, send reapers out after it, and end it… but there was something more important to deal with first.

“You cannot work diligently if you are bleeding out.”

The smirk disappeared from Ron’s lips, muscles shaking as he tried to keep the smile up. “I didn’t want to disappoint you, sir…” left Ron’s lips.

Sometimes, William forgot how young Ronald had been when he’d ended his life. Sometimes, William forgot that half of Ronald’s issues had been attempting to be what his father wanted him to be. And that in his father’s stead, William had come to guide the boy. The affection Ronald never got from his own family was what he sought now from William…

And William wasn’t the greatest at that.

But he’d had siblings, and despite the lack of conscious memories from his past life, William knew what to do.

“You wrote a report whilst wounded,” William tried to speak with a gentle tone to his voice, failing horribly, “and you think you’re a reaper I would be disappointed in? I’m disappointed you’re making such a mess for maintenance to clean up, but nothing else.” He eyed the blood trail they were leaving behind.

There was no joke in William’s words, yet Ronald chuckled a bit.

Slowly, the two continued to walk.

“Thank you, sir,” Ronald whispered. “But I am pretty sure I misspelled ‘sacrilegious’ in my report.”

“I’ll make sure to correct it for you.”

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#kuroshitsuji #kuroshitcember #hobbit's kuroshitcember 2022 #black butler #william t spears #ronald knox #shinigami #reapers #found family #brain is empty of what else I can tag this as akdhejah

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vannahfanfics · 1 year

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Appreciation

Word Count: 1815

Fluff, Humor, Friendship

Summary: Floyd doesn't really get all the fuss about Valentine's Day... until he does.

Just a little story I wrote for the Twisted Valentine’s Exchange about my favorite Tweel appreciating those he cares about!

“Hah? What do you mean, ‘do I have plans for Valentine’s Day’? Is that your way of askin’ me on a date, Crabby?”

“It’s not and you know it!” Ace seethed, whirling around to lob the basketball that he’d been about to shoot at the hoop at Floyd’s head instead.

The tall boy ducked it with a mirthful laugh, then laughed again when he heard Jamil yelp in fright several yards behind him. He snickered again when the other boy angrily exclaimed, “Watch it, Ace, you almost beamed me in the head!” Ah, Basketball Club could be a real drag when Floyd wasn’t in the mood, but teasing the two of them always cheered him right up. Ace was particularly easy to rib, excitable as he was.

“It’s Floyd’s fault! He’s being an ass!” Ace snapped back.

“When is he not?” Jamil sighed as he carried the basketball back over to them. Instead of giving it back to Ace, he tucked it under his arm and pouted dourly at the redhead. “And I’m sure you said something that he just couldn’t resist teasing you about, anyway. You make it easy.”

“Hey! I resent that! All I did was ask if he’s got plans for Valentine’s Day.” Ace frowned, then crossed his arms with a huff and glared at Floyd. “I was just curious, that’s all! It’s a perfectly reasonable question to ask.”

“So, this totally doesn’t have anything to do with the bet you made with Mackerel over whether or not the upperclassmen have little angelfish?” Floyd challenged with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Of course, Ace made a perfectly delightful expression, his mouth dropping open and his eyes blowing as wide as a squirrelfish’s. While Floyd threw his head back, cackling, Ace just frowned deeper.

“How’d you know about that?!”

“What a silly thing to bet over,” Jamil sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “As if any of us have the time for that…”

Floyd laughed for a few seconds more, then looked back at Ace with a breezy sigh.

“Mackerel’s not very good at keeping secrets,” Floyd explained with a small shrug. “He made the mistake of asking Sea Lion outright and then had to try an’ explain himself when Sea Lion brought out the claws. It’s the best thing I’ve seen in a long time.”

“Damn Deuce… I shoulda known…” Ace grumbled and slumped his shoulders dejectedly. “Still… I’m glad that I didn’t bet on Leona havin’ somebody. Even if I thought he did, the risk of him killin’ me was way too high…”

Floyd grinned at the memory of Deuce hightailing it out of the botanical garden with a furious Leona at his heels, hackles raised and spitting curses. Oh, yeah. He’d be replaying that memory for a few weeks. Simply priceless.

“Well, do you?” Jamil asked abruptly, prompting Floyd to look at him with a raised eyebrow. At his bewilderment, Jamil rolled his eyes and huffily clarified, “Have a little angelfish, that is?”

“I dunno why everybody’s so curious about somethin’ like that,” Floyd frowned, reaching up to paw at the back of his head. Everybody else seemed to get mighty defensive about it, but Floyd didn’t see the point in evading the question. That seemed like too much effort right now, especially since he had a feeling that Ace would bug him until he squawked. So, he just shrugged again and replied, “I don’t. So, no, I don’t have plans for Valentine’s Day, Crabby.”

While Ace pumped his fist and muttered excitedly under his breath about how he was gonna “bleed Deuce’s pockets dry,” Jamil cocked an eyebrow at Floyd.

“You know, Valentine’s Day isn’t just about couples, for a lot of people,” he pointed out. “It’s about celebrating all kinds of bonds. Plenty of people celebrate it as friends, or as family. The holiday can be interpreted as one for appreciating people you care about, in whatever capacity that is.”

“First I’ve heard of it,” Floyd said, reaching up to lace his hands behind his head. Ace was no longer entertaining him with his funny exaggerated reactions and facial expressions, so this conversation was beginning to bore him. Basketball Club practice was pretty much over, too; maybe he oughta find a nice tree to clamber in and take a snooze. Then again, if Ace and Deuce were gonna be needling the rest of the upperclassmen to find out if they had significant others, it might be worth following them around. He could only imagine the entertaining reactions.

It was then that Floyd actually processed what Jamil said. Huh. A day for appreciating people that you cared about? That didn’t sound like that much of a pain at all, actually… But everybody knew Valentine’s Day as a couples’ day, right? Surely it wasn’t as big a deal as Jamil was making it out to be.

“Well, I got my answer,” Ace hummed, picking up another stray basketball and spinning it on his finger with a self-satisfied smirk. “I can’t believe I goaded Deuce into betting you had somebody special. No offense, Floyd, but you just don’t seem like the kind of guy to bother with stuff like that.”

“Ace, that was incredibly offensive,” Jamil sighed and shook his head. “You make it sound like the guy’s heartless.”

“I don’t wanna hear shit from you, Schemer Supreme. I know damn well that you ain’t doin’ anythin’, either.”

“Now I resent that,” Jamil pouted. “I’ll have you know that I sent my little sister a present for Valentine’s Day.”

So, Sea Snake celebrates Valentine’s Day with his family, Floyd thought. I overheard Sea Urchin talkin’ about callin’ home to his sister and momma, too. And I remember Snapper talking about how he’s gonna make little cards for everyone, and Sea Turtle chimed in about sweets... Seagull was talkin’ to Betta Fish about dressin’ up as that goofy angel thing and shootin’ people with plastic arrows.

The more Floyd thought about it, the more he realized he’d overheard the last few days. Pretty much everyone he knew had mentioned something or another about Valentine’s Day, and none of it had to do with romantic couples or anything.

Huh. Seems like a lotta people celebrate this Valentine’s Day thing, huh? With people they care about…

“Hey, Crabby, Sea Snake,” Floyd piped up suddenly, causing Ace and Jamil to abruptly cease their banter and turn to him with matching curious expressions. “I got a favor I wanna ask.”

“Well?” Floyd demanded, trying to will away the blush rising to his cheeks but ultimately failing. “You’ve been starin’ at it for over a minute now. If ya hate it that much, I can take it back!”

Floyd had done his best, all right? How was he supposed to know that Sam’s store would be torn apart in the days leading up to Valentine’s Day? Even with Ace and Jamil to help him, it had been pretty damn difficult to procure gifts for Jade and Azul, so Floyd had been quite proud to find things he’d thought they’d like—some seafood-based snacks, some teas and a terrarium kit for Jade, a collectible coin guide for Azul. Now, he was totally second-guessing himself because they were staring at the small assortment of presents like it was a collection of fish with three heads or something.

“Hate it?” Azul and Jade asked simultaneously, finally looking up from the table to instead peer wide-eyed at Floyd. The two exchanged shocked glances, then looked back at Floyd, small smiles tugging at their mouths.

“Of course we don’t hate it, Floyd,” Jade chuckled.

“Coulda fooled me,” Floyd grumbled, his surly tone belying the relief gushing up inside of him. He’d never really been good at this whole thing, so he’d been afraid that Jamil and Ace’s input hadn’t been enough. Azul and Jade’s smiles didn’t seem to be fake, though—and he knew their fakey smiles better than anyone.

“This is just rather unexpected, that’s all,” Azul said. “You’ve never shown any interest in celebrating Valentine’s Day with us before.” He put a finger on his chin, his smile taking that devious lilt that Floyd knew well. “I have to wonder what’s brought on the change…”

“I just felt like it, okay?” Floyd shrugged, then raised his arms to lace his hands behind his head. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he glanced down at the gifts. “It’s a day about appreciatin’ people you like, right? Well, I like you two, so I got you gifts. Don’t think too hard about it.”

“We’ve embarrassed him, Azul,” Jade chuckled.

His twin was totally right, but Floyd’s face still flared red in indignation.

“Nuh-uh,” Floyd growled, his sharp teeth showing as he scowled deeply. “‘M not embarrassed. ‘S just your imagination…” Normally, he’d threaten to go a round or two with Jade, but he was trying to suppress his angry urges for once. It wasn’t very appreciative to beat up one’s brother.

“Don’t tease him, Jade. I’d rather he didn’t fly in a rage; we’ve still got to set up everything for tomorrow night’s Valentine’s Day Mostro Lounge special,” Azul sighed, closing his eyes and holding his fingers to his temple in exasperation. After a second, he opened his eyes halfway and smiled at Floyd. “But our comments haven’t exactly been grateful, so you have a right to be sultry, Floyd. We haven’t even said a proper thank-you, and you’ve clearly put a lot of thought into this.”

“Clearly,” Jade echoed in agreement. “I feel bad, even if you did this on a whim. I didn’t get you anything.”

“S’okay,” Floyd shrugged. “I did it ‘cuz I wanted to, not because I want something in return. That’s Azul’s thing.”

“I feel simultaneously appreciated and insulted,” Azul smiled wryly. “Still, proper thanks are in order. Shall we, Jade?”

“Indeed.”

Floyd dropped his arms to blink in confusion, not sure what the two of them were on about. Suddenly, Azul and Jade stepped around the table to both envelop him in an embrace.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” they both smiled brightly at him.

“We appreciate you, too,” Jade then said.

“And we appreciate how much you appreciate us,” Azul added with a nod.

Floyd looked between the two of them, eyes as huge as moons. Then, they scrunched up as they watered. He bit down on his bottom lip as it quivered a little.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he whispered hoarsely, slipping his arms around both of them to pull them a little closer.

No, Floyd had never been good at it—showing how much he cared. But maybe he was getting better, seeing how happy Azul and Jade were right now. And that was a thought that made him happier than any clam in all the oceans. He'd have to thank Crabby later, he supposed. Right now? He was gonna enjoy this.

#twisted wonderland #twst #octinavelle #floyd leech #jade leech #azul ashengrotto #ace trappola #jamil viper

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arcxnumvitae · 2 years

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RULES: repost, don’t reblog. just pick a muse of yours and fill it out.

MUSE: Aodh

— basics

▸ is your muse tall/short/average? Tall! He’s 6′1, a big boy

▸ are they okay with their height? He doesn’t have many thoughts on it

▸ what’s their hair like? Aodh’s hair is a long red that falls to the middle of his back. Whenever he enters some state of excitement or agitation it will begin to flicker like flames of a fire with a similar glow and hue.

▸ do they spend a lot of time on their hair/with their grooming? Only about the necessary amount. Since he’s fae gentry, he of course has to present a neat and tidy appearance, so he has some servants in his house help should he be donning a more elaborate style or preparation for a party.

▸ does your muse care about their appearance? To a normal degree. He certainly doesn’t want to appear slovenly but he also isn’t the type to obsess about a hair being out of place or anything.

▸ does your muse care about what others think about them? Not really but also kind of? He’s a grump and a killjoy, a bit dour, and he’s aware of that fact. He’s not really looking to change it. But at the same time he can be a bit bummed about the natural conclusion that comes with acting like that. For instance, he’s jealous of Ruaidhri and Eilidh’s friendship. He doesn’t have any friends really.

— preferences

▸ indoors or outdoors? Indoors ▸ rain or sunshine? Rain ▸ forest or beach? Forest ▸ precious metals or gems? Gems ▸ flowers or perfumes? Flowers ▸ personality or appearance? Personality ▸ being alone or being in a crowd? Being alone ▸ order or anarchy? Eh, order I guess. He doesn’t really care ▸ painful truths or white lies? Painful truths ▸ science or magic? Magic ▸ peace or conflict? Peace ▸ night or day? Night ▸ dusk or dawn? Dusk ▸ warmth or cold? Warmth ▸ many acquaintances or a few close friends? A few close friends ▸ reading or playing a game? Reading

— questionnaire

▸ what are some of your muse’s bad habits? Hah. Let’s see, obsessive, clingy, honestly pretty needy. He’s definitely a pessimist and that glass is always half-empty. Catty, just kind of an unpleasant dude.

▸ has your muse lost anyone close to them? how has it affected them? Eilidh, his wife who ran away from him when he became too obsessive and controlling. She’s sort of another end product of how he was acting and he’s gotten a good ten times more bitter and unpleasant to be around than he was before. To Aodh, he doesn’t realize what he did wrong (to which, yes he was wrong), so he was incredibly hurt. The lengths she’s gone to in order to keep hidden from him are more salt on the wound. So overall he’s withdrawn into himself more and is just not feeling the best

▸ what are some fond memories your muse has?

Early on in his marriage with Eilidh, when things were still good. It was an arranged marriage so it was understood that there wasn’t mutual love (Aodh did love Eilidh though, but she didn’t know that), but they were still working together to see what they could build from their union. Waking up beside her every morning was a dream come true to him.

▸ is it easy for your muse to kill? Not at all and he hasn’t had any reason to. Despite his awful moods, Aodh is actually kind of a pacifist. He can’t really find it in himself to hurt anything.

▸ what’s it like when your muse breaks down? First there’s the anger, a raging inferno of rage that flares up with white hot intensity. But then just as quickly it’s gone, and in its place is...absolutely nothing. Not even any embers to be stoked, Aodh would pretty much shut down. Why bother caring anymore? What good has it done him?

▸ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life? "Trust” is not a word that’s often in a Seelie fae’s dictionary, so it’s hard for him to imagine it. Maybe a life partner he could, but aha well look at what happened with that.

▸ what’s your muse like when they’re in love? You know the stuff with H.ozier where it’s like their love is their religion? “I’ll worship like a dog” etc. etc.? That. His kind of love can be very intense, and as we saw with Eilidh, can cross the line to overbearing obsessions if he isn’t careful. Funnily in contrast with his general personality to others, with a loved on Aodh is simply the type to worship and adore them with every ounce of his being. It might be off-putting really for any who hadn’t seen him with a partner before.

#q 4 cash #{Aodh Headcanon #long post

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snowdust64 · 4 days

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Ouma Great War Chronicles - Episode 9: Do You Know of the Star of Shining Sakura?

Narrator: While on one end, Kaida worried about the development of the Soul-Resting Flute, Genzuki was confronted with harsh criticism from Nikaido.

Nikaido: Hah, you’re still doing those sorts of things. How about you start by looking up to meaning of the word “efficiency” in a dictionary?

Genzuki: … Nikaido-kun…

Nikaido: In the time you’ve worked on this task, ten other cases have been resolved. Apparently you don’t know what time management is. Whether it’s praying or making offerings, you waste time with roundabout ways of doing them, and if the gods are in a bad mood you let the chance for conversing with them slip by. That instance with the “God of Blacksmithing” too, in the end, you went back again alone to persuade him, didn’t you?

Genzuki: That was… If I’d left things the way they were and not persuaded him, the location where the Treaasure Chest of Lunacy would be placed would have remained unknown. I only did what I needed to do.

Nikaido: Hoh, I applaud your conscientious work. I’d heard that there was no end to the number of cases in the imperial capital, but with officers as stupid as this all gathered together, no such thing as a speedy resolution could ever occur.

Genzuki: Wha–

Nikaido: On that day, we should have carried on with what we had and carried out our conversation with the gods, even if we had to force our way a bit. If we had done so, then the location of the Treasure Chest of Lunacy or whatever could have been identified sooner. No, if it were me, no doubt it would have been achieved.

Genzuki: Where do you get the basis for that – ?

Nikaido: Well, you do as you please by yourself. I’m busy, you see. No more keeping you company.

Genzuki: Ah, Nikaido-kun!

sfx: footsteps fading

Genzuki: (He just said what he wanted to say and left. What should I do to make him understand? Mmn, is it impossible to reach any mutual understanding in the first place?) (I wonder what Haru-kun and Kei-kun would do in this kind of situation. But, right now, both of them are busy, and it’s no time to be consulting them for advice…) I guess moping around here won’t help anything, huh… For today, it’s about time I headed over to that place anyway. I should hurry.

scene change: Shrine Where Gods Dwell

Genzuki: This is Genzuki, I’ve come to offer my greetings.

God of Music: Ohh, you’re come. I’ve been waiting for you, Genzuki!

Genzuki: I apologize for being late, o God of Music.

Narrator: The “God of Music” is a god who has taken a particular liking to Genzuki. Compared to those gods with difficult temperaments, he is friendly to humans and easy to speak with, an existence greatly appreciated by any officer. The first time they met, the “God of Music” was so deeply impressed by Genzuki’s attentive thoughtfulness that, from then on, he would take care of anything Genzuki asked of him. In their regular exchanges of information, for issues of human concern that were brought forth, special talismans were bestowed in return, and they became good collaborators.

Genzuki: The truth is, before I came here, there were some things going on at the bureau. Because of that…

God of Music: Hahaha, how unusual, you have a gloomy face today. I rarely get to see you wearing such and expression. Please do share the details.

Genzuki: Y-yes.. A new person joined the same department as me, but, how do I put it, we can’t seem to see eye-to-eye. I know he’s very accomplished, but… He’s been telling me my way of doing things is inefficient, I’m putting off my missions, and so on. That’s why I’m a little uneasy now…

God of Music: I see. Haha, so an interesting guy has joined in, isn’t that the greatest!

Genzuki: Interesting, you say – !

God of Music: Most interesting of all is that you’re out of character, and letting your emotions show. With you, everything is always going fine and dandy and utterly boring. This, though, is just right, wouldn’t you agree?

Genzuki: Saying whatever you like…

God of Music: Haha! I am a god after all. Now then. I am quite interested in talking about this colleague of yours, and there are still many things I’d like to hear about… but, today, I bring you one noteworthy matter.

Genzuki: A noteworthy matter?

God of Music: Yes. Do you know of the Star of Kiou?

Genzuki: No… I’ve never heard the name. What is it?

God of Music: A certain religious organization. The organization does seem to worship some kind of god, however… Different from gods like us, they appear to be “gods of another race.”

Genzuki: Do you mean they’re Gods that don’t exist in reciprocity with humans?

God of Music: That part isn’t clear yet, but… it’s possible. It holds regular meetings as well. For now, all we can say is that it’s a religious organization rumored to be doing evil deeds, nothing further. Around the time of the Cases of Demon Madness, I heart it talked about quite often, and I couldn’t help but take note.

Genzuki: …!

God of Music: Since its identity ad objectives are both unknown, it’s not wrong to consider it suspicious. Staying vigilant might serve you well.

Genzuki: I understand. I will look into the Star of Kiou.

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Translation notes

4/27/24 - I edited this to change "Star of Shining Sakura" to "Star of Kiou" after reconsidering the context. "Kiou," as a name, means brilliantly shining cherry blossoms.

The kanji character for 'cherry blossom' is usually read as 'sakura,' but in this context, as well as in the name of the empire, it is read as 'ou'

#ouma great war chronicles #vδlz #genzuki tojiro #kaida haru #nagao kei #nijisanji #english translation #ouma taisen tan

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babyboibucky · 2 years

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Project V: Of Quickies, Tours and Fingers

Pairing: College!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Pietro joins the gang for a night out.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Unprotected p in v penetration, jealous Bucky teehee and finally, some talk about ~feelings~

A/N: Writing for Pietro excites me so this happened LMFAO the quickest Project V update yet

Project V Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

“Yeah…fuck…I thought you needed to finish your, oh fuck, Bucky…your paper…” you moaned as Bucky rolled his hips against yours.

Pressing his lips against your neck, he took both of your wrists and pinned it above your head at the same time he sped up his pace, “I’ll continue after we’re done fucking.” He groaned into your ear, slamming his hips against yours making his bed creak.

Your hands clawed down Bucky’s back when he pushed his cock deeper, hitting your sweet spot making you moan. Just a few minutes ago you walked into his dorm while he was smashing the keys on his laptop, trying to finish his paper that was due in half an hour.

Thinking that he didn’t need any distraction, you told him that you’ll come back later once he was done but of course, the idiot said he was a multitasker and took on the challenge to make you cum in fifteen minutes.

You doubted him at first, given that you weren’t really in the mood to fuck but all Bucky needed to do was thumb your nipples while kissing you— just like that you were reduced to a soaking mess.

“God you look so pretty like this…” Bucky praised, moving your hair away from your face as he fucked you relentlessly.

Bucky moaned at the sight of your breasts bouncing with each thrust, how your nipples were fully erect from how turned on you were. He straightened up and released your wrists, letting you grip his forearms as he fucked you.

“Your paper, Bucky…” you reminded him, not wanting him to fail to submit simply because he fucked you so good.

“Don’t worry, I’ll finish it in time…same goes for you.” He grunted and brought a hand down to rub your clit.

His hips stuttered when you clenched around him, milking his cock when he pressed on your clit hard, enough to make you cum just like that. Your nails dug into Bucky’s arm as you moaned out his name, your toes curling and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

One orgasm and you thought that was enough for Bucky, but the way your pussy looked with his cock sliding in and out of it made him want to coax another one from you. So, instead of finishing, Bucky decided to make you cum again.

“Oh my god, Buck!” You squealed when he gripped your waist to fuck into you faster and harder.

“One more. Give me another one, please.” He pleaded, bending down to kiss you hard.

All you could do was nod and hold onto his arms tight as he pounded into you, not caring whether the headboard was already banging against the wall. Whoever on the other side of the room is, well, they’re probably used to the noise by now.

“Cumming, Buck! I’m cumming!” You moaned and lifted your hips up to angle his cock deeper.

One particular thrust made you see stars and as soon as your pussy pulsated, you felt Bucky’s warm release flood inside of you. You haven’t even taken another breath after cumming and Bucky was out of you in no time.

You would’ve been offended but you realized that you and Bucky fucked for quite a while that he only had like ten minutes left to finish and submit his paper. Sitting up on his bed, looking debauched and well-fucked, you saw that Bucky was already hunched over his desk, typing at the speed of light…while still completely naked.

The sight was almost hilarious, him butt-naked while his cock was still glistening from both your releases. But with how he was typing confidently as if he wasn’t worried about failing to submit on time, you were actually impressed.

It was hot, you had to admit. Bucky may be a dumbass most of the time, but without a doubt, he was an intelligent one.

“Hah! Submitted! And with three minutes to spare!” He huffed out before turning to you with a silly grin.

“I can’t believe you just fucked my brains out and then immediately went to finish your paper.” You stated.

“Told you, I’m a good multitasker.” He winked.

You were about to lay back down on his bed when you remembered something that made you hop out, “Shit, I forgot! I gotta shower real quick and then bolt!” You said and ran into the bathroom.

“Where are you going?! I thought we were meeting up with Sam and Steve to play pool?” He asked.

Your head popped out of the door, “Wanda asked a favor, she wanted me to tour Pietro around the area since she needs to finish her project. I’ll be there tonight! I’m sure Pietro will enjoy everyone’s company too.”

“What, you’re a tour guide now?” Bucky asked with a huff.

“Apparently.”

“Those are pretty much what you can see around here, a few malls, a couple of coffee shops and some restaurants and bars. Why do I feel like this tour bore the hell out of you?” you said with a chuckle as you and Pietro went inside a small café to take a rest.

Pietro smiled and shook his head, “Trust me, it didn’t. I had fun. You’re fun.” he said before falling in line, “You can go find a seat and I’ll order for us, what do you want?” he asked.

“Oh no, I should be the one ordering given that you’re somewhat our guest.” you said and stepped in front of him in the line.

Pietro laughed behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders before gently pushing you aside to replace your position, “Come on, let me be a gentleman. I’ll let you treat me the next time we hangout.” he bargained.

You wanted to oppose him but hey, you were a broke college student and if he wanted to treat you, then why would you say no to his offer? You thanked Pietro and gave him your order before taking the seat at one corner of the coffee shop.

Few minutes later, Pietro was back with both of your orders. He slid a plate with a sandwich over to you and winked, “Thought I’d buy you some food too.” he said.

“I was going to say that you didn’t have to, but I’m actually starving.” you admitted and quickly took a bite.

Pietro watched you with amusement as he leaned against his chair, “Yeah, you looked pretty tired when we met up earlier.”

Of course you were tired, Bucky just happened to pull out two consecutive orgasms from you minutes before you met up with Pietro. If you could only refuse Wanda’s favor, you would have already because of how weak your legs felt after Bucky fucked you senseless.

“You’re cute, you know that?”

Lifting your head up, you looked at Pietro with disbelief while your mouth was full of food. You stopped chewing and swallowed before frowning, “Is that sarcasm or…?” you asked suspiciously.

Pietro chuckled, “No, silly.” he said, his accent thick and unique, but pleasant to the ears.

“When I find someone pretty, I make sure to let her know.” he said with nonchalance, taking a quick sip from his coffee.

Not knowing how to react, you merely shrugged and avoided his gaze, “You’re very straightforward. Is that a Sokovian thing or what?” you joked, trying to make yourself feel comfortable.

Receiving compliments from someone who isn’t Bucky? Why did it feel so fucking strange? You were used to Bucky telling you stuff like that, be it in bed or not. He’d even send you text messages when you’re shitting in his bathroom.

Ur cute even when u gotta poop

Did i tell u you look pretty when u farted earlier?

Not once did you even feel awkward with those compliments from Bucky. Perhaps you were used to him being affectionate but another guy? How the hell were you supposed to react anyway?

“So is the priest your boyfriend?” he asked.

“Who?” you asked.

“At the halloween party, the priest? Are you two dating?” Pietro asked curiously.

“Oh, Bucky?” you asked. “He’s my best friend.”

Pietro smirked, as if something was going on in his mind. You frowned, “What’s so funny?” you asked.

Pietro shook his head, “Nothing.” he responded before looking at you again, “Just your best friend?” he asked again.

You nodded, “Yeah, since we were young.”

“Okay, but does he know that?” he asked.

“Know what? That we’re best friends? Of course.” you answered, getting even more confused with Pietro’s every question.

“What I mean...does he know that you’re just best friends?” he asked, leaning on the table as he watched your expression change into something else.

Pietro’s question almost made you question your comprehension, because initially, you felt dumb for not understanding what he was trying to ask. But then you sort of realized what Pietro was really asking about.

You never really thought about it, honestly.

“He does…?”

“Maybe, guess we’ll find out later.”

Initially, Pietro intimidated you so much— the way he spoke, how blunt he was— he was very different from your other guy friends. There was something about him that made you feel conscious, maybe because of the way he would stare at you?

The man was definitely good at maintaining eye contact. He was a charmer, that’s for sure.

However, as you hung out with him for the rest of the day, you discovered that he was fun and cool. It was his confidence that was off-putting at first and being that good-looking didn’t help tone down his charisma. Walking with him in public almost made you want to disappear because of how much attention Pietro grabbed, just by merely existing.

By the time the two of you arrived at the bar, Bucky and the rest were already in the middle of playing pool. Wanda was supposed to follow but she had more things to finish so she had to stay at a groupmate’s dorm.

“Alright, who’s winning?” you asked.

“About time you arrived, Bucky’s been grumpy all this time. He said you were his lucky charm, can you believe him? He’s using you as an excuse for actually being terrible at this game.” Sam teased.

True enough, Bucky was frowning and pouting, “I’m not terrible, Sam. Just having a bad day because someone’s late.” he said.

You gasped, “How is this my fault?” you asked.

“You’re my lucky charm! I’m about to lose fifty dollars because you’re late!” Bucky huffed.

Your eyes widened, “You bet fifty dollars?!” you gasped.

“I told you it was a bad idea.” Steve chimed in, shaking his head.

Bucky shrugged, “I thought about using the money I’d win for our roadtrip.” he said.

“Holy shit, you’re right. Alright, your lucky charm’s here. Give it your best shot.” you said, giving Bucky’s shoulders a squeeze before leaning close to his ear.

“If you win, I’ll let you fuck my tits.” you whispered.

Bucky blushed as he stared at you, “Are you fucking kidding me?” he softly asked.

You merely grinned at him before stepping aside, “Good luck.”

“Roadtrip, here we fucking go!” Bucky hollered, finishing the game and actually winning it.

Sam groaned in disappointment, but fished out fifty dollars from his back pocket before giving it to Bucky. You cheered in delight and hugged Bucky, jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist.

“Alright, we gotta plan that roadtrip ASAP.” Bucky announced, sitting you down on the pool table.

He leaned forward and whispered, “And I’m already hard just thinking about fucking your tits.”

You snorted, “We’ll get to that later. But first, shots!” you announced, unaware of the amusement in Pietro’s eyes as he watched you.

After playing another round of pool, all of you decided to head to Sam’s apartment for more drinks since the crowd at the bar was becoming too rowdy and noisy. Pietro got along with Steve and Sam easily and although he was trying to strike a conversation with Bucky, the latter wasn’t too interested and kept on bugging you most of the time.

Bucky was like a damn leech who wouldn’t leave your side. He was extra clingy and touchy too, with his arm around your shoulders or his hand on the small of your back.

You couldn’t help but think about what Pietro asked you earlier, whether Bucky knew that you two were just best friends.

Conversations flowed easily back at Sam’s apartment; they were mostly about Pietro and his life back in Sokovia and why he chose to stay there instead of following Wanda. He said that Wanda’s always wanted to leave Sokovia and experience life outside of it, meanwhile, he decided to pursue his studies back there.

“Although my short stay here makes me want to transfer.” Pietro said, eyeing you from across the table.

Sam elbowed Steve before motioning towards Bucky whose grin faltered when he caught sight of Pietro checking you out. You, on the other hand, were oblivious to it and kept on talking to him.

“Maybe you should sign up for the exchange student thingy. I think we have one like that.” you suggested, taking a sip from your cup.

“Help me out with it?” Pietro asked you.

You shrugged, “Yeah, sure. I can ask the registrar about the documents needed.” you said.

“Why bother, he can just ask Wanda to help him out. Where is she anyway? Shouldn’t she be picking up her brother by now?” Bucky commented with a snort.

You turned to Bucky, surprised at his attitude. “Bucky, why are you so—”

“I’m actually twelve minutes older than her.” Pietro responded with a grin, “Hey, do you guys want to play Never Have I Ever? Wanda kept on telling me about it, I never really played it.” he said, changing the topic.

Bucky snickered, “Noob.” he whispered.

You elbowed Bucky, “The fuck is wrong with you?” you asked softly.

He merely shrugged in response, rolling his eyes at Pietro before taking a swig from his bottle of beer.

Everyone agreed to play and because Steve was the first one, it started off pretty tame and well, boring. When it was Sam’s turn though, that was when things got a little spicy and interesting.

“Never have I ever...gotten a piercing ripped out.”

Bucky cursed at him, “You’re targeting the both of us, you asshole!” he hissed, putting a finger down at the same time as you.

Pietro eyed the both of you suspiciously, “That sounds interesting.” he said.

“Ooh man, it is. I’ll tell you the story some other time. It’s fucking hilarious.” Sam said which earned him a dirty finger from Bucky.

A couple rounds and secrets revealed later, you and Bucky were left with three fingers. Steve and Pietro still have five and Sam with four. It was Pietro’s turn and he seemed to be thinking deeply about what to say.

“Why am I nervous?” Sam asked jokingly.

Pietro rubbed his chin as he eyed you and then Bucky. He straightened up and cleared his throat.

“Never have I ever fallen in love with my best friend.”

You’d never encountered silence as deafening as this. Even Steve and Sam froze in their seats upon hearing Pietro’s statement. It’s like the time stopped ticking and only you and Bucky were left in the room. Even without turning your head, you could see Bucky stealing glances at you.

Why were you so confused?! Every moment you spent with Bucky, starting from when you were young flooded your mind all of a sudden. And then came the memories after Project V, when you asked him for a huge favor. How things slowly changed between the two of you; how the fleeting touches turned into shameless caresses, the affectionate words. How you became so comfortable around him, being clingy and needy only for him to witness.

Bucky’s compliments in and outside of the bedroom, how he literally ran to you whenever you needed him.

How the both of you didn’t bother seeking out relationships with other people, always turning down dates and whatnot.

Despite those massive changes, none of you brought them up. There was no talk about being exclusive or whether the both of you were still just best friends. Whether there was attraction beyond the physical and what would happen if one developed feelings for the other.

“Which best friend are we talking about? ‘Cause my best friend is Steve.” Sam said, obviously trying to lighten the tense atmosphere.

“Think about the first person that came to your mind and ask yourself if you’ve fallen in love with them at one point.” Pietro clarified, his eyes still trained on you and Bucky.

Steve hummed, “Well, Peggy is my girlfriend and my best friend so I’m putting a finger down.” he said.

Sam clutched his heart, “Right in front of me, bro. Wow. I called you my best friend and you just...wow.” he said.

“Can you believe this, Bucky? Your best friend Steve, put a finger down for Peggy. We mean nothing to him.” Sam said.

He was clearly finding a way to make the situation lighter and it was a good escape because truth to be told, you weren’t ready to talk about whatever it is that you and Bucky have. You were about to tell everyone to move on to the next when Bucky spoke up.

“Steve is my best friend, but he’s not the first person I thought about.” he said, carefully turning to you.

Another deafening silence and even with Sam insisting that it was Steve who was Bucky’s best friend, it wasn’t enough to distract you from the way Bucky was looking at you as if you were the only person he could see in the room.

And then he put a finger down.

#bbb writes #project v #bucky barnes #bucky #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader #fem!reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky smut

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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years

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TBHK boys get break up pranked by reader ?angst to fluff please!!😢👉👈

kou minamoto x gn!reader, teru minamoto x gn!reader, akane aoi x gn!reader, tsuchigomori x gn!reader, hanako x gn!reader, tsukasa yugi x gn!reader, mitsuba sousuke x gn!reader

a/n: heck yea, we love angst to fluff!!!! Thank you so much for requesting <33 (also, by tbhk boys, i just kinda,,, threw my favorites, and some characters that seem to be requested fairly often in there! If i missed anyone you particularly wanted to see, feel free to let me know, and i’ll gladly add them <3)

Also, I’m sorry that these are so short,,;; i’m not entirely sure how to lengthen them;;;; and I’m not sure how well they fit into angst to fluff,,,, i’m really sorry;;;

warnings: none <3

word count: 1,939

Kou Minamoto <3

“Kou, I… I’m sorry, I don’t think it’s going to work between us. I think we should break up.”

Please, don’t make me describe his face… please, don’t do this to me… my heart, my heart hurts just thinking about it. But- his heart hurts worse.

His eyes will widen, but they won’t be filled with the usual sparkle of joy he gets when looking at you. His usual smile and blush will quickly drain from his face, as he narrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“H… huh-?”

“You heard me, Kou. Don’t make me say it again.”

He does his best not to cry on the spot, and you’ll instantly start to feel guilty. You try not to let the guilt get under your skin just yet- it’s a prank. You know it’s a prank, but Kou doesn’t.

“Why? What- what did I do?”

“It’s nothing you did, Kou. We just… can’t work out. Really, it isn’t you.”

His mouth forms a straight line, slightly panicking, but he’ll nod. That… makes sense. No- no, it really doesn’t- not for your relationship. You seemed happy, didn’t you? Did he say something? Did he hurt you? What happened-??

“No, wait, Kou, no- don’t cry, don’t cry-”

“I’m not! No worries, (Y/N), it’s fine, I’ll-”

“It’s a prank, Kou! Please, don’t cry-”

He’d pause, blinking a bit, then tilting his head slightly- confusion written all over his face.

It settled in for a moment, as you hugged him, Kou hugging back instantly. Once it clicked, he was instantly relieved, tightening the hug a bit and huffing.

“You scared me, (Y/N)... I wasn’t crying though. But you did scare me- please, don’t do that again.”

“I’m sorry, Kou, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise!”

Teru Minamoto <3

“I’m sorry, Teru, but I don’t think things can work between us anymore. It’s not you, I just… think we should see other people.”

He’ll raise his eyebrows, then narrow them, confusion evident on his face, much like his brother reacted. He wouldn’t lose his cool- he wouldn’t get emotional. However, he did feel his heart aching.

“Ah… alright. I’m sorry if I did anything, (Y/N). Is there any way we could make things work? Talk to me.”

“You didn’t do anything, Teru. I just- I just don’t think it can work. Sorry.”

Teru bit his lip a bit, nodding. He turned, planning to walk away, but-

But you wouldn’t let him walk away :)) so, you grabbed his wrist.

He’d turn around, offering you a confused expression, the hurt still evident on his face. Honestly, he really needed to get home to sort out his emotions. “If you would, please, let go, (Y/N).”

“Sorry, sorry, Teru! Can’t do that!” You chirped, tugging him a bit so he’d face you.

Our boy is so confused- why are you suddenly in a better mood??

OH-

“It was a prank!” You declared, tossing your hands up, “don’t be mad, please!”

Teru sighed, placing a hand on his chest. “Oh, thank goodness, (Y/N). I was so scared… of course, I wasn’t about to let you go that easily, but, still-”

He pulled you into a hug, resting his head on top of yours. Expect a slightly more affectionate Teru- he’s gonna be a tad bit paranoid now. No way is anyone gonna take you from him >:((

Akane Aoi <3

“Akane, I think we should… break up.”

Panic. Instant panic. You can see the panic on his face immediately, as his eyes widen.

No, no way. This couldn’t be happening to him- years of pining after Aoi, only to have you introduced into his life. You were someone he loved as dearly as he did Aoi. Someone who returned his feelings.

Having you love him was the best feeling ever… this, on the other hand, was anything but nice.

“Break up-? Why??”

He’ll reach for your arms, heart breaking when you stepped back, looking away from him. To him, you were looking away because you felt bad for having to split up. In reality, you were looking away to avoid the guilt slowly bubbling up in your stomach. It’s a prank- that’s what you had to tell yourself. In just a few moments you could hug him and smother his precious face in kisses.

“Because… you’re,” You stepped forward, booping his nose, “too cute!”

“........(Y/N), I promise you, if this is a prank-”

“It’s a prank~!”

Akane groaned, rolling his eyes, but placing his head against your shoulder. “(Y/NNNNN), honestlyyyyy.”

You patted his back, then wrapped your arms around him, kissing the side of his face gently. “I’m sorry, Akaneeee...”

“You’re fine…” He responded, wrapping his arms around you. He may sulk just a tiny bit, but he won’t be like that for long. By the next day, he’ll be acting normal- though he may use that prank against you lightheartedly.

Tsuchigomori <3

“Tsuchigomori… I’m sorry, but I think we should see other people,” You spoke. Goodness knows you had to put all of your acting skills into this one, since Tsuchigomori could see through lies easier than anyone else you knew.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.” “(Y/N), you literally cannot keep secrets from me. Lying is no different. What kind of prank is this? A trend?”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair- your reaction brought a grin to your spider-like boyfriend’s face.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sure I would have been fairly hurt if you were being genuine, so… don’t bother with jokes like that.”

(Actually, there was a part of him concerned that you were being honest. But! He trusted his instincts, praying that you were just joking. He had never been happier to tell truth from lies.)

Hanako <3

“Hanako… I’m sorry, I don’t think things will work between us. We should break up.”

“Hah?”

A million thoughts run through his mind, despite his somewhat unreadable expression. Was it because he was dead? Of course- he knew it would happen. Who would be willing to date a ghost? A murderer at that. He was unlovable. He knew it.

“...I understand, (Y/N), but… don’t play with my heart like that.”

“I’m not playing around, Hanako. Stop taking everything like it’s a joke.”

Hanako shrugged, ignoring how his heart ached. “I think the joke is you not considering things like the obvious before you accepted my confession. Dating a supernatural is clearly not easy, and you walked into this knowing that.”

This time, you were the one with an unreadable expression. What… did he mean? Was he scolding you? Or… rejecting your rejection-?

“What do you mean?” You sighed, faking annoyance as you placed a hand on your hip.

“I mean, you got yourself into this relationship, so you should be willing to stick with it until the end~. I get it though, so, if you really didn’t think that far, then so be it-”

“Fine, I give in.”

Hanako raised his eyebrows, holding a hand to his mouth, curious as to what you were about to say. Did he really just uno reverse your break up?

“It was aaaaaa prank,” You added, pulling your lower eyelid down and sticking your tongue out. It was impressive- you almost seemed similar to him! Impressive indeed!

Hanako grinned, the pain on his heart being suddenly lifted as he basically tackled you into a hug. Kisses were placed against your cheek, before he nuzzled the side of his face into yours.

“I knew you couldn’t do me like that, (Y/NNNN)~.”

Did he really know that? Of course not. And that fear would never leave him, worrying that he would one day not be enough for you. But! For now, the two of you were together, happy in the relationship you were in. That was enough for him <3

Tsukasa Yugi <3

“We should break up, Tsukasa. I’m really sorry, it just… can’t work.”

Won’t let you break up with him. He won’t- he genuinely won’t.

Clings to you, pouting up at you, as you look down at him, feigning sadness.

“I’m sorry, Tsukasa- please, let go of me.”

“Nope! You’re mine, (Y/N). You can’t break up with me!! You’re mine- forever and ever, no matter what!”

(His expression was wide-eyed and somewhat innocent, but thinking about his words… they were certainly questionable.)

You tried to play along a bit more. Telling him you were serious, attempting to push him away. But, that was to no avail. Tsukasa wasn’t giving in, so you eventually had to-

“Alright, alright. It was a prank, Tsukasa… though I guess it didn’t get far with you.”

“Haha! Nope! And you won’t get far either <3”

“Huh?”

“Hm?”

Honestly? Who knows what that meant. You didn’t get it, and you couldn’t be sure Tsukasa understood either. All he knew was he loved you- therefore, he wouldn’t let you do something so silly like break up with him! Like Tsuchigomori, he's virtually impossible to break-up prank- like Hanako, he's virtually impossible to actually break up with.

Mitsuba Sousuke <3

“I… I think we should break up, Mitsuba. It’s not you, really-”

“Tch. Of course it isn’t me, idiot,” Mitsuba interrupted. He wasn’t there to listen to the extent of your acting skills (though he didn’t realize you were acting). “If you’re gonna split up with me, just get it over with. We should break up? Fine. Not like a pervert like you deserves someone as cute and pure as me anyway.”

Despite his words and furrowed eyebrows, his eyes alone showed how heartbroken he felt. His lower lip trembled a bit, though he attempted to stop it by pouting. No, he wouldn’t be the one crying in this situation! Not yet, at least-

“Great then. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” You retorted, laughing bitterly. Ahh, no, this was getting too real for him- you were serious, weren’t you? Could this be a joke?

Mmh, who cared? Mitsuba was here to defend himself, even if it was at the cost of your feelings. If you were going to hurt his heart like that, then he’d do his best to take a jab at yours- or at least your ego.

“Great. Then, why are you lingering? Getting a last look at my cute face?”

“Hm… yeah-”

“Pervert.”

“Excuse mE, let me finish,” You sighed, ruffling his hair lightly, “surprise! It’s a prank!”

His face was honestly golden- his reaction to hearing that it was a prank even better than his reaction when the prank was in action. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, though watering just barely from the previous aching in his heart, mouth agape slightly.

Then, his eyebrows furrowed deeper, displaying anger. The way his shoulders sank for a moment showed his relief, though they tensed up quickly, as he prepared himself to yell at you. “Idiot! Pervert! Who do you think you are, trying to play with my heart like that?! What right do you have to-”

You cut him off by cupping his face, pouting slightly- his face burned as he avoided eye contact, hand raised slightly as if contemplating pushing you away. It was clear he didn’t really want you to stop though.

“Sorry, sorry~. I just wanted to get a reaction out of you, Mitsuba. You’ve got very cute reactions, you know?”

“Hmph. You sound like you’re quoting porn-”

“Mention porn one more time and the prank won’t be a prank anymore-”

“Liar. Idiot. Stupid pervert, you’re a liar.”

You laughed lightly, squishing his face as you closed your eyes. “Maybe I’m a tad bit of a liar. But, when you pretend to not be upset, I’m sure you’re lying as well~.”

“Hah. I don’t lie.”

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.4 Tsukinami Shin [TRACK 1]

Original title: ふたりの生活

Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 4 Tsukinami Shin [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Morikubo Shoutaro

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TRACK 1: OUR LIFE TOGETHER

Shin walks up to you as you are cooking in the kitchen.

“...Pasta this late at night? You’re gonna get fat.”

You are startled.

“...Hey there! Are you trying to flip over the pot by suddenly moving like that? You don’t need to turn my way. Just focus on cooking.”

You ask Shin what brings him here.

“Excuse me? Do I need a reason to go to my own kitchen?”

You tell him you thought he was asleep.

“Exactly. I was sleeping, but I woke up for some reason. I realized you were gone, so I was so nice to come looking for you. Geez…Don’t make me go through the extra trouble. If you’re going to leave, give me a heads up next time, okay? It’s a pain to have to look for you every time.”

You chuckle.

“...! …Hey. You giggled just now, didn’t you?”

*Rustle*

“I just explained that you’re causing trouble for me, so what’s so funny about that, huh!? Are you mocking me, perhaps?”

You shake your head.

“Then why did you chuckle?”

You explain.

“...Haah? …’Cute’? Me!?”

You nod.

“...!! …H-Haah…!? So you really are making fun of me after all! …You’re a natural at being rude, aren’t you? Or perhapsーー You’re trying to upset me on purpose?”

Shin corners you.

*Rustle*

“...Say, that’s your intention, isn’t it? You’re a hopeless masochist who prefers harsh treatment over being handled with care after all. In that case, I’ll suck your blood as you wish.”

Shin bites you.

“Mm…”

*Gulp*

“Hehe…Those are some nice sounds you’re making. …They really get me going…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mm…Nnh…”

*Thud*

You tell him that the pasta will become overcooked.

“Who cares about that? You better focus on me right now…Mm…”

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

“Nnh… ーー Hah! …Where do you want me to suck from next? …Tell me.”

You ask him to stop.

“Hehehe…You really love putting on an innocent act, don’t you? Even though it’s completely pointless. All I need is one look at your face to be able to tell just how much you’re enjoying it. Your true nature is already clear as day, so why not just honestly tell me where exactly you want these fangs?”

You continue to be stubborn.

“Hehe…! Fine by me. If you won’t say it out loud, I’ll just do as I please.”

*Thud*

“Say…It hurts when I bite your collarbone, doesn’t it? In that case…I’ll suck from there.”

Shin bites you once more.

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

“Mm…Nnh…”

*Rustle rustle*

“Come on, keep still…!”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh…Hehe…Of course it’s painful. I’m making it hurt on purpose after all.”

*Sluuuurp*

“Haah…Hehe. What’s wrong? You’re breathing heavily…It feels good, doesn’t it? This always happens, doesn’t it? In the end, the longer I suck your blood, the more you get a kick out of it…You’re such a shameless woman. …Heh. You’re so lucky that I’m nice enough to keep up with your messed up kinks.”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mm…”

*Gulp*

“Aah…”

You nearly collapse but Shin catches you just in time.

*Rustle*

“Woah there. That was close…Hey, are you already growing faint? …You can’t. We’re only just getting to the good part. I’m sure you’re not satisfied yet either, are you? You want me to bite you in many more places…or am I wrong?”

You try to deny it.

“Just be honest with me…Come on, what’s your answer?”

You suddenly sneeze.

“...!? Haah…!? What kind of pathetic display was that!?”

You apologize.

“ーー Haah. What a turn off. …I’m done.”

*Rustle*

“How will you apologize for ruining the nice mood we had going, huh? You better make up for it later!”

You sneeze again.

“Another sneeze? Did you catch a cold or something?”

You tell him you might have.

“Then why not head back to bed? Or rather, you have to sleep. If you get sick, it only means more trouble for me as well. Besides…I kind of have a bad feeling about this as well.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“No, it’s nothing. Anyway, come on. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

You look at the pot on the stove.

“We can just have the Familiars deal with the pot of pasta. You should get some rest pronto.”

You nod.

*Whistle*

“I summoned them just now, so they should gather here in a few.”

You protest.

“Ahー Shut up. Stop trying to make excuses and just listen to what I say.”

Shin lifts you into his arms.

“...Woah. Have you gotten heavier? Thank god you skipped dinner tonight.”

You protest.

*Rustle rustle*

“Yeah, yeah…Just stop wasting your energy. I mean, don’t you think you should keep quiet and behave while I’m carrying you in my arms? If you continue to make a ruckus, I might just choose to drag you to the bedroom instead.”

You immediately go quiet.

“Heh. Geez…You should have just behaved like this right off the bat.”

Shin heads towards the bedroom.

“Ahー You really are heavy. I might have sore muscles in the morning.”

*TIMESKIP*

Shin opens the window.

*Thud*

“...Uwah, it’s cold. No wonder she might have caught a cold. I did double up on the blankets just in case, but that might not even be enough. …I guess I’ll put on a few more once I get back to the room.”

He steps back.

“...Anyway, I wonder why I feel so restless inside? As a result, I can’t seem to get any rest either. …Huh? There’s two moons? …Ahー I guess it only appears that way because it’s shrouded in a mist. Now that I think about it…I believe I experienced this phenomenon once before in the distant past…? Hmー...I believe it’s called the Paraselene? I’m pretty sure Nii-san explained it to me but…Ah, it’s no use. I can’t remember.”

*BZZZZT*

“Whaー...!? Ugh…Kuh…Ah…What is this…!? My headーー...It hurts…!! Ugh…What is…happening…!?”

He collapses.

*Thud*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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bad girl-georgenotfound x reader

summary- you’re a role model student, but recently, you’ve been misbehaving. teacher! george takes things into his own hands and puts you in his place

warnings/notes- smut, swearing, violence?, female receiving, insults

high achiever. that’s what you were. with your kind smiles as you pass by, your top grades, and anything anyone could wish for. you were pretty much always presentable, pretty much always on time, pretty much organised and pretty much pretty. and on the rare days when you were late or forgot a piece of homework, nobody would batt an eye, you were too reliable to worry.

however, it might’ve been this week when people found a notable change in your behaviour. perhaps it was the scowl plastered on your face, the bumping into people- which was very much on purpose- or the changes in things that came out of your mouth.

though, you still did what you did before, it felt threatening to people. you still gave your smiles (even though they made people uneasy when you did now), and you looked presentable, that hasn’t changed.

“y/n, you’re late,” you heard a stern voice behind you as you crept into class. rolling your eyes, you turned to face the taller male-mr.notfound. “good morning sir, how are you? great! right now i’ve got to-“ a smile laid on your face as you sarcastically greeted the older.

“y/n” he sighed, running a veiny hand through his fluffy hair, making the not already perfect strands of hair even messier, “you were a perfect student before; high grades, modal behaviour, neat organisation. what happened?”

you fought the urge to roll your eyes, instead giving him a bigger smile. you hated hearing those words, it’s always ‘what happened?’, “nothings happened, sir. i’m not sure what you’re taking about,”

his tongue poked the inside of his cheek, hesitant to speak for a minute or two before replying with a simple, “whatever y/n, get to your seat, copy what’s in the board,”

you strutted out of class, on your way to the lunch queue when you got called midway from a familiar voice. “y/n,” you stopped in your tracks and huffed as you looked to the direction of the voice- mr. notfound. looking up with innocent eyes, “yes sir? is there something bothering you?” he gave a disappointed sigh, punching the bridge of his nose, “you know what’s wrong. it’s a shame, you’re well behaved in everything, yet you can’t make sure your skirt isn’t so high,”

you crossed your arms, leaning all your weight onto one hip as you gave him the most annoyed look you could muster, “i don’t see why it bothers you so much, sir,” he raised a brow. you’ve never had a good view of mr. not found, especially because of the communication between you and him.

“unroll your skirt,” you glared at him, clearly annoyed at the interaction. still glaring at him, you rolled it up once higher. watching as his breath slightly hitched in his throat, he made eye contact with you again, his eyes holding an emotions you couldn’t quite uncover. “i’ve told you once and i’ll tell you again, unroll your skirt,” you brought a finger to your chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “hm.. no”

“you’re such a bad girl..” mr. notfound muttered, continuing to look you up and down, it sent butterflies to your stomach. however you quickly got back into the right mind, ‘he’s your teacher y/n’, you thought.

“if i see you later with your skirt still so high, it’s going to be a punishment,” you huffed and carried on walking down the corridor, giving him no response.

perhaps you had simply forgot what he said. oh honestly, did it really matter that much? it was only a skirt length, it wasn’t your fault if people found it distracting, i mean it’s not your fault your so attractive. hah.

gliding your finger along the lockers as you headed to the changing rooms. bag trailing across the floor by the way you lazily wrapped your fingers around the strap. you were late to cheerleading again. wow, well done y/n, gold star! eh, you couldn’t care less. as you carelessly strutted down the corridor you unknowingly muttered about how senseless mr. notfound was, “i mean it’s not my fault i’m so hot-“

“tsk tsk, y/n l/n, what a bad little girl,” you stopped in your tracks from pure startles, shooting your head up to the voice, mr. notfound. no matter the effort you made to cover it, mr. notfound truly did frighten you, and the same could go for mr. wastaken. perhaps it was that they made you feel so small and intimidated that you tried to switch it, protesting to their orders.

“what are you doing here so late,” he asked, leaning against the wall with the poster that read “believe in yourself’. you swallowed your nerves in your throat you didn’t even know were there, “i was heading to cheer sir,”

the brunette looked you up and down, staring at your skirt and legs, before looking up to you with a disappointed sigh, “i see you haven’t fixed your skirt, what do you think mr. wastaken will think about this,”

you gulped, internally panicking and unsure of how to reply, “i’m not sure what you’re taking about sir,” you batted innocent eyes, smiling politely up at him. tutting, he leant back of the wall, rubbing his temple in irritation, “you’re so disobedient. i’m afraid you won’t be attending cheer today,”

suddenly, you furrowed your brows, “what? huh?” he grinned and walked closer towards you, close enough to hear his breathing, “you’ve got a detention,” his husky voice spoke into your ear. god his voice made your face as red as a cherry.

“why?” there wasn’t really a point in asking why, you had been gone downhill for the last few weeks: not following orders, turning up late to lessons, being rude and sarcastic. “come on,” mr. not found started walking down the hall, you following close behind.

you were angry, you didn’t like school, but the only things keeping you going was cheerleading, no matter the times that you pretend to hate it. school is shit, you hate it and everything about it: the rules, the students, the lessons, the food, the teachers -well, mr. notfound and mr.wastaken certainly didn’t bat your eye.

yeah you hated them, how they were constantly telling you off, but god they were hot. sometimes you so desperately want them to bend you over their desks and fuck you till you can’t remember your own name.

anyways, you were in a bad mood, you had been looking forward to cheer (even though you were running late) and mr. notfound had to ruin it. huffing and puffing, you glared at any walking students. one girl walked past, looking so fucking happy, and you decided this was the right time to ruin her mood just like yours has been ruined. stopping in your tracks as she stopped at her locker, you yelled at her, “that skirt is so fucking ugly makes me want to puke, are you thick in the head or what?”

“y/n.” the man called sternly, giving you a look to stop. well, that look turned to annoyance once you flipped him off. taking a step closer to the girl who already looked upset, “aw, you gonna cry?” you sarcastically asked, giving a fake look of aw, “pathetic little bitch,”

“y/n, stop it. come over-“ “shut the fuck up sir, i’m not going to your stupid little detention,” turning to glare at him, gritting your teeth, only to earn a look of amusement. “oh so you find this funny? bitch,”

mr.notfound gave you a long, hard stare -intimidatingly long, before striding beside the girl and bending down slightly to her eye level. you watched with a weird feeling coursing through you as him and the girl talked about something, the girls face turning red as a tomato. it wasn’t a surprise really- almost every girl in this school had a crush on him, and well, you couldn’t say anything bad as you were one of those girls.

it wasn’t your fault when you swung at her after she gave you a cocky smirk. she grabbed her cheek, gasping dramatically, before forcing tears out of her eyes. “you little bitch!” you screamed, hitting her again. you didn’t stop trying after sir picked you up with force and pulled you away further down the corridors.

as he frustratedly headed to his office, you couldn’t help but think about how it felt being carried by him. yeah you had done something bad, but god this felt good.

“why can’t you just behave?” he muttered through gritted teeth. you didn’t answer, didn’t think it was your time to talk, didn’t think it was the right moment to give him a bitchy answer. “you were such a good girl before, now you’re punching people as they walk by,”

“i’m sorry sir,” you replied as he sat you down on his desk, walking over to his cupboard. you really were sorry, you didn’t know what had gotten into you recently. though you were sorry, you didn’t regret anything.

as you watched sir rummage through his cupboard, eyebrows furrowed, a trickling down your lower face had become incredibly noticeable. brushing your hand over your nose, you were met with blood -fuck, a nose bleed. it was probably when the girl swung back, but you didn’t notice it. mr. notfound walked over to you with a box of tissues in his hand. leaning in, he grabbed your chin and held tightly as he brushed the soft tissues over the blood. something about this sent a flutter between your legs; perhaps it was his concentrated face mixed with anger, or maybe it was the way he handled you, the way he touched you.

“you’ve been naughty,” he breathed out. breath so close to my neck that it sent butterflies to my stomach, “gonna have to punish you,” the look on his face told you he wasn’t kidding, and the way he didn’t move away from you to put the tissues in the bin, just throwing them into it from where he was.

silence is what surrounded the room, your faces inches away from each other, hungry looks on both. the only thing that broke the silence through time was the breathing that became heavier. and as he smashed his lips onto yours, you kissed back. it was hot, needy, it felt perfect. the messy movement of his lips on yours left you whining in his mouth.

“fuck, you don’t realise what you do to me,” he pulled away slightly, still practically sharing breath. you felt his hand land on your thigh, before feeling him rub it in a circular motion with his thumb. he kissed you again, open mouth, if it was anyone but him you would’ve been grossed out, but god he made this so hot.

you couldn’t imagine what someone would think if they walked in whilst you were messily making out, his hand on your chin grasping tightly with the other massaging the skin on your thigh. he pulled away again, kissing at your face, “the way you prance around in this tiny skirt, you make me so horny, i bet you make everyone else feel like this as well,”

you shook your head, “no sir, only for you, all for you,” as he kissed and sucked at your neck, you felt his smirk plastered on his face against your skin.

you moaned as he sucked at a certain piece of skin, “can’t keep quiet, want everyone to hear how much of a slut you are?” you wasn’t sure how to respond, if you were to say no you would be lying. you wanted people to hear how you were making out with your teacher, you wanted to make the girls jealous. so, all you could do was timidly look away from his gaze.

you gasped as you felt a strong hand grab your black tie and yank it towards him, snapping you to look in his eyes, “look at me when i’m talking to you,” george gravely quipped, glaring at you.

out of nowhere, you felt the sudden urge to be a brat again, not the smartest idea but it would be interesting, “i don’t want to look at you,” you snarked back, watching as his eye brows furrowed and his tongue poked the inside of his cheek. hand still tight on your tie, forcing you to painfully look up from the height and the difference of you sitting and him standing over you. “stand up.” he demanded

“no.” suddenly, you felt a harsh slap to your cheek, before your face was pulled up to be inches away from his,

“fucking stand up brat,” his tone was deep and husky, it awoken something inside you. but, being the stubborn person you are, you shook your head. he yanked you up by your waist, then slammed you against the nearest wall.

his warmth engulfed you as he so quickly slammed his lips back onto yours, spreading through you like an infectious disease, however, this disease would be one you want to never leave. he pulled you closer to him from your waist, leaning burning fingerprints every inch his hands touched.

this kiss was not much different from the ones just before, but for some strange reason, this one felt more forceful, daring, one that got you more worked up. as he attached his lips to your neck, quickly exploring more and more of your body, you were well aware you were not leaving that room without bruises. despite being as aware of it as can be, you couldn’t help but want to carry on being bratty.

and as the buttons to your shirt came undone annoyingly slow, you became more and more impatient. “hurry up, if you can’t teach well atleast be able to make me feel good,”

he pulled away, still close enough you could feel every exhale, so close you watched his jaw clench and face so desperately trying not to show just how angry he was right now. it was peculiar that you still persisted to stay bitchy, there really was no need for you to act like this, and you both were fully aware, but you wanted to rile him up, wanted him to know you don’t give up easily, wanted him to earn this from you. in hindsight, that was probably it the brightest idea and you you became aware of that the longer he started into your eyes.

“oh i’ll make you feel good,” he muttered through gritted teeth, “and you’ll fucking like it, so don’t tell me to hurry up,”

with that, he pulled your shirt off, hands immediately going to your back, desperately fiddling with the clasp off your bra as you innocently looked up at him, acting like you weren’t just pissing him off, “your so fucking annoying,” he murmured, the clasp loosening as he pulled the fabric down your arms, leaning you bare chested.

“your acting like i don’t turn you on just by walking around school sir,” you retorted, as he rolled one of your nipples through his long fingers, smiling sweetly whilst he scoffed, however mesmerised by how beautiful you looked.

“remember what you’re saying whilst you’re begging to cum and i say no,” he whispered into your ear, before moving his mouth to circle his tongue around your other nipple, and both of you noticed the goosebumps that covered your skin in that few seconds.

right as you were about spit another retort, syllables falling down your throat and being replaced with a choked moan as you felt his hands sneak their way under your short skirt that pretty much started this whole thing.

gripping your thighs, taking in exactly how the skin felt with his hands over them. you felt your heart almost beat out of your stomach as you felt a hand get closer to your leaking heat, barely covered by your damp panties. “and with how your acting your probably not wet right now. isnt that right?”

and you couldn’t mange to say a word as you felt his middle finger run over your panties, barely ghosting your clit, leaving you wanting more contact. his pointer finger caught onto the side of the fabric, pushing it aside, leaving just enough space for his middle finger to feel the juices that so guilty poured out of you. his touch felt so cold compared to your heat, leaving you so embarrassed as he coats his finger in you before slowly pulling away, catching your eyes with a smug smirk whilst doing so.

“oh? oops,” he chuckled, “looks like i was wrong,”

without a second to respond, his fingers shoved themselves inside you, leaving you whimpering from sudden pleasure. you almost collapsed if it wasn’t for him holding your waist with one hand as he roughly pumped them in and out of you, leaving lewd noises to spill out of your lips. drops of wetness spill down your thighs, he still persistently works his magic through your wet underwear, thumb sneaking to rub tight circles on your clit. and you couldn’t stop yourself as a moan left your red lips, music to his ears, and his smug smile grew bigger. you can’t help letting out noises when he made you feel this good, but of course, you couldn’t let him know that, couldn’t let him know that he made you feel heavenly. everytime he pumped his fingers, everytime they subtly brushed over your clit, it left you twitching.

s-sir, sir fuck! please i’m-!” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before his fingers ripped out of you, the pleasure disappearing into thin air, taken from you. as you stare at him, your hands having a mind of their own, moving down to your heat out of instinct, but being grabbed and pinned above your head before you could reward yourself with pleasure.

“don’t you fucking dare. what happened to the brattiness? you come when i give you permission,” both of you are well aware that you’re brattiness has been taken away from you when you don’t reply, just look into his eyes and nod, swallowing your nerves. and that’s when his smirk grew bigger, he loves this.

you watch as he unbuttons his dress shirt, throwing it pulls and he pulls his trousers and boxers down, exposing his throbbing, sizeable cock that sent a pit to your stomach. his eyes catch sight of you as your practically drooling over him, and he does nothing but smirk as your eyes meet.

“get on a desk, all fours, unless you don’t want to be pleasured,” and you comply, pulling your panties and skirt down leaving you in nothing but a tie and thigh highs, climbing onto a desk, legs trembling. you watch as he unbuttons his dress shirt, throwing it off and he pulls his trousers and boxers down, exposing his throbbing, sizeable cock that sent a pit to your stomach. his eyes catch sight of you as your practically drooling over him, and he does nothing but smirk as your eyes meet.

he moved behind you, “i won’t be gentle,”

SORRY I DIDNT FINISH IT. i started writing this months ago but now i’ve kinda left the fandom and i’m never gonna finish this so here it is. you can imagine the rest.

new obsession: it (novel and book) ✅

new person to obsess over: jaeden martell 😍😍

i’m probably gonna post it oneshots and maybe stranger things fluff.

#georgenotfound smut #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #dream smut #sapnap #minecraft #streaming #youtube #smut #mcyters #mcyt smut

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strawbxrryneptune · 3 years

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Imagine starting a relationship with hood!Bakugou after months of him trying to bag you.

Masterlist

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You always thought he was fine asf, but you were kinda weary cause like,, he's hot, (kinda) respects his momma, has cash and no hoes? There's got to be a catch.

Once he cuffed, he treated you like a queen. Paying for your nails, sending you out with your girlfriends on spa days, letting you come in him with him for smoke sessions, settling on his lap and listening to his lazy drawl.

When you were sad, he would immediately be there, taking you out and dolling you up, threatening to shoot whoever fucked you up, even if it was your own parents. If you weren't in the mood to go out, he would lay you down, spread your plush thighs and stay there for hours working you up. Wouldn't stop till his face was smeared in your essence, eyes glassed over and dark. He would work his way back to your body, letting you taste yourself on his tongue before jerking off onto your tits, cleaning you up and holding you till the morning, when you'd wake up with a massage and some dick. Maybe he'd even bring you some food from your fav fast food place across town.

Being with him was amazing, until it wasn't. Yeah he treated you good, but shit. Ditching you on dates to take care of "business", spoiling the shit outta you when you got pissy instead of actually comforting you like he should. It was annoying, and when he didn't even show up when you told him to come home at a certain time for a surprise? You were livid. Him walking through the door 4 hours late, smelling like bud and laughing with Kirishima had you clenching your fists, not even letting the red head get out a word before you were growling for him to leave, you'd talk to him later. Bakugou blocked the doorway, raising a displeased eyebrow at you.

"Fuck is your deal, y/n?"

You scoff at his use of your name, strutting over to the two men. Kirishima's eyes flick between the two of you, gulping harshly at the tension. He had never seen you this mad, and it was making him nervous.

"My deal? You were supposed to be here 4 hours ago. I made dinner, cleaned the apartment, got new shit just for you and you blew me off, again."

He rolled his crimson eyes, crossing his thick arms over his chest.

"Stop trippin Ma. I lost track of time-"

"I should go."

You both snap your heads in the direction of Kirishima, face red and hands tugging at his cami, making his way quickly over to the door and shutting it with an awkward wave of his hand.

The minute the door closes you turn back to Bakugou, whose eyes are already locked on you.

"You're insufferable."

He laughs, running a hand through his hair.

"You know you like it."

You grit your teeth, tears of frustration burning at the back of your eyes.

"God, why do you do this? You flake on me, make me feel all shitty and then come back all smiles like you did nothing wrong. I just,, I...."

Bakugou turns away from you, kicking off his shoes in disinterest.

"I- I- , you what, Mama? Spit it out like a good fuckin' girl "

Ignoring the way heat prickles at you when he says that, you wait till he turns back around, keeping eye contact as you spit out,

"I fucking hate you."

He's on you in a flash, hand curling around your neck while the other knots into your hair. He's close, annoyingly so, breath fanning across you face as his eyes bore into yours with a suffocating intensity.

"Say it again."

You keep your mouth shut, glaring up at him before he yanks your head back by the grip on your roots.

"Say. That. Shit. Again."

You snarl up at him, about to mouth the words once again when he propels forward, teeth clashing against yours before his tongue slides out of his mouth, sliding against yours. He kisses you hard, leaving no room to move or breathe.

The smell of him is familiar and comforting, surrounding you as you begrudgingly melt into his arms.

He brings the hand in your hair down to your ass, giving it a sharp smack and kneading the soft flesh afterwards. He pulls away from your lips, watching you chase after them.

"You hate me?"

You nod, fire burning behind your eyes. He grabs the back of your neck and forces you down onto your knees, rocking his hips against your face.

"I don't think you hate me. I think you just like acting like a little slut to get your way."

You huff and reach up to take his cock out of his sweats, but he slaps your hands away.

"Nuh uh, sweetheart. Brats who hate their Daddies don't get cock. You should be thankful I'm even letting you watch."

He steps away from you, tugging his sweats and boxers down to rest under his ass, piercings glittering in the dim lighting. Your mouth waters at the sight, thick cock standing tall, veins scattered all around it, the most prominent one right under the head of his fat cock, a Jacob's ladder sitting directly under his leaking head, your eyes following the bead of pre rolling down. His dick twitches when you run your tongue along your bottom lip, practically drooling. He moans softly, hips grinding into his hand.

"Bet you want my cock in your mouth, hah?. You wish you hadn't said shit, that you kept your cute mouth shut till I told you to fuckin open it."

You tremble in front if him, thighs pressing together as you watch him get off, his free hand reaching up to tug and rub at his nipple, drawing a groan from the blonde's chest. He slides his hand roughly up his cock, fingers brushing along the sensitive vein and piercing, circling the head of dick before dragging back down to cup his balls, hisses and curses falling out of his mouth. You watch him throb and writhe in front of you, vermillion eyes locked on you. You trail your gaze from his fat, leaking cock, to his shaking thighs, his clenched abs, all the way up to those eyes, and your breath gets caught in your throat. His eyebrows are scrunched up in pleasure, cheeks flushed and lip swollen and bitten, drool falling out of his open, panting mouth as he stares hard at you.

"Fuck. Suck- suck my cock, slut."

You don't have to be told twice.

You immediately jerk forward, lips wrapping around the head of him, tongue slipping in and swirling around. You run your fingers down, fondling his balls before rubbing down on his taint, making him let out a strangled moan, trying to push you further down. You resist, taking your time and rubbing your tongue along the piercing, fiddling with it before letting your teeth scrape against the throbbing vein under his head, barely nicking it before he floods your mouth with cum, hips spasming against your mouth as he finally pushes you all the way down, your eyes watering as you struggle to swallow and breathe. He shudders above you, gold chain swinging. You look up at him through your lashes when you pull up, sticking out your tongue and showing him you got everything. He huffs out a breathless laugh, leaning down to spit a glob on your tongue before yanking you up and kissing you once more.

"Still hate me?"

You shake your head, leaning in for another kiss.

"Good."

He slips a hand into your bottoms, sliding thick fingers through your slit.

"Fuck, I could just slide in right now, huh? Get this wet just from sucking me off, such a dirty little bitch."

You whimper, letting him lift your leg and rip your panties off.

It was gonna be a long night

@hanji-is-life

#bakugo smut #bakugou smut #bakugou katsuki smut #katsuki bakugou smut #bakugou x reader smut #Bakugou x reader #bakugou thirst

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leonhardt-simp · 3 years

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AOT girls + Hange reacting to ‘deez nuts’ jokes.

[modern AU]

this isn’t a request but it’s funny so, here you go as my first post. Requests are open ! reblogs are okay ! this is a repost since I moved acc !

cw/ kind of suggestive on yelena’s

Annie Leonhardt: She would look at you with a whole lot of judgment for making such a joke in the first place. Expect a light punch in the arm or a pillow thrown to your face after said joke.

“what do you want to eat?” Annie asked, looking down at her phone as she proceeded to scroll through her phone. You both had been out all day and had both arrived at her house bit late.

Just as you were gonna answer, you suddenly had a grand thought come to mind.

you moved your body back to rest against the back of the couch, crossing your arms over your chest as you let out a light hum.

“hmm, how about DN?” you smiled at her, her expression suddenly turning into one of confusion as she looked up from her phone.

“what’s DN?”

“DEEZ NUTS ! HAH !” You laughed in victory.

Annie wouldn’t even respond. She just looked at you, her eyes squinting and eyebrows furrowed down.

She even tilted her head a bit, trying to understand how the joke was funny.

“Really-?”

“Sheesh, tough crowd.”

Mikasa Ackerman: she would be genuinely confused at first because she didn’t understand who candice was. poor girl would actually think someone named candice was an actual person in your life. you would have to explain the joke.

Mikasa and you both would be hanging out at the library with connie and sasha when the opportunity had risen.

Connie had been joking around with you and sasha as Mikasa had been studying with the small chaos, using it a background noise.

it was actually also Connie telling you to make the joke in the first place, he had been getting everyone else with it but he hadn’t had the opportunity to catch mikasa off guard yet.

So, you did. “Mikasa.” you leaned over to her side, Connie and Sasha were already laughing and giggling like idiots across the table.

“hmm?” she asked, looking up from her laptop and over to you with a the most genuine expression. “what is it?”

You couldn’t back down yet !

“Do you know candice?” Her expression faltered a bit and look a bit confused.

“You never spoke of a candice to me before- Who’s candice?-“

“CANDICE DIC-“

“Lower your voice-“ Mikasa would interrupt you, your confidence almost instantly dissipating in the little pause between you both.

“Now, who’s Candice-? Is she someone from your class-?”

Connie and Sasha bursted out into laughter when the joke couldn’t even come out of your mouth. How could you continue now?

Sasha Braus: You can’t outplay her in these jokes, she knows them like the back of her hand. She always manages to flip the joke onto you. almost always ends up with her laughing at you.

You both had gone to go out to eat so you both had been just sitting in her truck, her hand resting in yours as you both waited in the drive-thru line.

You had been trying for a good minute to catch her in these jokes. It’s not like you would do it all the time but, you knew you were getting close to getting her back. So you found your chance.

Casually, you began to start up on another conversation. hoping, you could catch her finally.

“Sasha, You never really did tell me. Do you prefer tapes or cds?” you asked as you turned to her, playing with the wristbands she wore. Sasha didn’t take the bait.

“Oh? I thought I told you on our first date. Remember? I even told you I was huge fan of D.” She responded casually.

This was what suddenly caught you off guard.

“I never even heard of a singer named Dee-“

“DEEZ NUTS”

“god fucking damn it, sasha-“

Historia Reiss: She would just let out the biggest groan and just be like “Reaaaaally?” it’s funny. She later try to get you back but she would fumble on her joke and say it wrong. Eventually, she would get frustrated and just go “Man, whatever-“

it was an easy opportunity with Historia, especially now. She was more focused on playing animal crossing than anything else really at the moment.

She was resting comfortably in between your legs, the back of her head just resting against your abdomen as she ran around her virtual island.

“Hisu.” You couldn’t help but start laughing at your girlfriend’s impending doom.

Her hand movements paused slightly to tilt her head up to look at you. “hmm?”

“I heard you had a little crush on Venessa Paradis?” you questioned.

“I- what-?” Historia immediately sat up at the sudden accusation. “who the hell said that? who the fuck is Vanessa?”

“Pair a deez nuts !” You caught her and with that, you suddenly got a pillow to the face.

“REALLY? THAT’S LIKE THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK-“

“YOU SHOULD’VE LEARNED FROM YOUR MISTAKES, DARLING-“

Ymir: Ymir doesn’t even give you the satisfaction of even answering questions. it’s usually gonna be like “If it’s another deez nuts joke, I swear-“ sometimes she will just tease you for the fact you still make those jokes.

Ymir often took you out for lil drives at night, since usually during exam season you both barely get to see each other. Just some light music playing and you both just enjoying each other’s company.

Of course, though during your usual catch-up conversations. You decided to pull another joke on her.

“Connie has been telling me you’ve been into imagine dragons lately? what’s up with that?” you questioned.

Ymir just looked at you, she let her lips press together in a little thin line as she just let the silence grow between you. she just looked at you as if you already knew the answer.

“you know, I’ve laughed at funnier jokes hisu’s niece had told me.” she said, looking back at the road ahead.

“low blow, ymir.”

“blow on deez nuts.”

“YMIR-!”

Pieck Finger: She just kinda looks at you with a lil doe eyes. Sometimes she conflicted between saying “wow, you really said that.” and “wow, that was actually kind of a good one.” isn’t one to ruin your fun but doesn’t mean she can’t judge.

Pieck had just gotten out from her exhausting classes. She wanted nothing more than to just visit you and lay on you, let you just hold her as she napped for a bit of the day.

When she had arrived to your dorm, you could easily see that the day had taken a toll on her energy.

After tossing her bag to the ground, Pieck made her way on over to your side of the dorm room and crawled onto your bed to take her spot on top of you.

“Pieck, my love, darling. move a bit, I’m watching the Yankees vs Expoz game.” You asked, finding a more comfortable position. You would let your hand rest on Pieck’s lower back as your eyes turned back to the small tv you had.

Pieck’s head lifted up to look at the tv, somewhat interested. “Who are the Expoz?”

“EXPOZ DEEZ NUTS.” Without saying, she would just get off of you and go take her nap with her back turned to you.

“I- babe I’m joking-“

“nope- lost your chance.”

Yelena: Yelena doesn’t really care for these kinds of jokes. Sometimes they will just kinda fly over her head or she will just roll her eyes and continue on with what she was saying or doing.

Yelena and you had been getting both getting ready for a small gathering that she wanted to go to. Just her, you and some friends. It was to celebrate for finishing off exam season strong or something like that.

“Do you think this top would look nice with these pants?” she asked, holding up a white and blue stripped button up and some black pants.

“it’s just casual wear, right? then definitely, but make sure you don’t leave it unbuttoned like you usually do. I’m tired of seeing waitress ladies look at you.” You answered. You stepped closer to her, letting your arms wrap around her waist.

“Ah- is that jealousy I hear in your tone, babe?” she asked, her tone teasing as she leaned down to gently press her lips against the corner of your mouth.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s Ligma.”

“Well, whatever it is. I kind of like how it looks on your face.” she whispered against your lips, her hand dropping the button up onto her bathroom counter before letting it hold your jaw.

“I- ahaha- We have a gathering to go to, love.”

“hmm.. we have some time before then.”

Hange Zoë: They finds them absolutely hilarious. Kinda like Sasha, sometimes they will turn the joke onto you. Won’t actively make them but they will catch you sometimes.

You both were at the grocery store. Hange had a always had grown into a habit of forgetting to buy groceries so, when you came over to their house and saw that their fridge was borderline empty- you had to pull them to do some shopping.

“Ah- WHY IS MILK SO EXPENSIVE NOWADAYS?” They would groan out loud as you stayed by the grocery cart.

You watched them come back with a gallon, putting it in the cart with the other produce you both had gathered.

You knew hange didn’t like shopping so, to lighten the mood, you decided to joke around with them a bit.

“Milk is expensive but have you seen the price of fermented succondese?” you asked, leaning on the bar of the cart.

“What the hell is that?”

“SUCK ON DEEZ NUTZ !”

It was always pleasant to see Hange’s face go from surprised to laughing after the joke finally processed through their brain.

“AHAHAHAHA, THAT’S A GOOD ONE, Y/N. HAVE YOU HEARD THE ONE ABOUT GOBLINS THOUGH?”

#annie leonhardt x reader #annie x reader #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa x reader #sasha braus x reader #sasha x reader #historia x reader #historia reiss x reader #ymir x reader #yelena x reader #pieck finger x reader #pieck x reader #hange zoe x reader #hange x reader #aot x reader

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krxideprnz-archive · 3 years

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More sub Toji plz, him being a huge brat at first then just reducing him to a crying begging mess 😈 (fondling his muscles too cuz this man is jacked whew 😅)

I hope this is good 👉👈 I’m in the middle of midterms so I don’t have much time right now,

But I’m gonna be finished tomorrow!

So expect more productivity from my lazy ass

I hope you enjoy this 💕

Sub! Toji x Dom! Fem! Reader

This includes content not suited for minors

Includes- orgasm denial/toys/degrading/overstimulation/oral (giving and receiving)

Your hands traced the muscles on your husbands back while he was trying to sleep, occasionally moving your hands further up, caressing his neck and leaving a few kisses there.

Toji groaned half asleep.

“What are you doing? I want to sleep”

His annoyed tone made you roll your eyes and continue with your movements, resting your head on your hand.

“I haven’t been with you in a while, I missed you”

He didn’t answer, he only readjusted on his pillow, closing his eyes again.

Fucking brat.

He was always like this when he came home since a few months, coming home only to brush your words of concern off when he had new wounds on his body, ignoring your attempts to help him.

And you were tired of it.

This also ruined your sex life, he was either to tired or not in the mood, so he always rolled around and told you to go away.

But you were having none of it, not anymore.

So you decided to spice things up a little.

“I also missed your cries when I ride on your big cock- oh so that got a reaction out of you!” You clapped your hands together when you saw his body twitch and his head turning around, glaring daggers in your direction.

“The fuck did you say?” He was getting pissed. He knew the effect you had on him but it made his blood boil every time you mentioned it.

“Aww, did u hurt your pride?” Your hands found his abs, tracing and touching them, feeling his hard muscles flex when he moved.

You crawled on top of him, a grin spread on your features.

“You’re a bitch” he grabbed your head to kiss you, but you were quick to press your hand in front of his mouth.

You glared down at him with a mad glint in your eyes.

“Seems like someone needs a reminder who’s the boss here, don’t you, Toji?”

“More like you need that reminder-“ your hands grabbing his throat made him shut up.

“Shut up” you spat, moving your face closer to his, enjoying the way you felt his dick twitch against your inner thigh.

After releasing him, you sat back, pressing your heel against his crotch.

He hissed and clenched his teeth.

You continued grinding your foot against his growing bulge, pressing on it until he let out a groan.

“You like that? Do you enjoy when I’m rough with you? Tell me Toji” you licked your lips when you saw him bite his lip.

He was quick to stare back at you with a grin.

“Keep telling that to yourself”

Your foot left his bulge, and you bent forward, touching his erection painfully careful.

His hips moved up to meet your hand and add some mich needed friction against his bulge, but your hand pushed him down roughly.

“I thought you didn’t like it”

“I don’t-“

“Then why are you pushing against me like this?Look how hard you got just from a few simple touches”

He didn’t answer, he only glared at you but decided to keep his mouth shut for once.

“Cat got your tongue?”

With a laugh, you stood up and went over to the closet, grabbing a few items from the inside, making sure to bend over so he had a nice view of your ass wiggling in the air.

When you walked back, you placed the items on the bedside table, and when he looked over to see what you got, you quickly turned his head back around.

“You don’t get to look” and with that, you grabbed the blindfold and secured it around his head, covering his eyes.

“Take that off, I at least wanna see you bouncing on my cock” he spoke confidently, still not ready to admit that you had the upper hand in your sex life.

“Stop behaving like such a brat, especially after you ignored me for months” you replied, taking of his loose sweatpants, his erection springing up and hitting his abdomen.

You toyed with the tip, seeing him bite the insides of his mouth to conceal his noises.

Your hand started rubbing and touching the muscles on his strong legs, feeling each curve and movement of them with your fingers.

Opening your mouth, you licked from the underside of his cock upwards until you pressed a kiss to the tip, his precum coating your lips.

You heard the pleasured little moans leaving his lips that he tried so hard to contain, with his hand over his mouth.

Your mouth left his sensitive tip.

“You’re such a-“

“Seems like I need to keep that mouth of your occupied” and with that, you quickly undressed your lower half, moving upwards to hover your core over his mouth.

“Pleasure me, show me what that mouth of yours is useful for”

He started licking up and down your slit, kissing and sucking on your hot flesh while his hands steadied your body on his face.

You moaned at his skilled tongue entering your womanhood, thrusting in and out of you eagerly.

He devoured you like he was starving for years, his continued kissing and sucking making you press further onto his face, tongue rolling out of your mouth at the vibrations of the laugh that escaped his mouth.

Soon, after he used one of his fingers to rub up and down your clit, you released on his face, your juices coating his face and the blindfold he was wearing.

You looked down at his twitching length, precum flowing from the tip, slowly sliding down the side.

Moving further down on his body, you watched his tongue lick over his lips, tasting you in his mouth.

“Can’t get enough of me can you? I wonder what your colleagues would say if they saw you like this?”

You saw him visibly shudder at your words.

Taking his leaking cock in your hand, you started pumping up and down, relishing in the sounds he made.

His moans were deep and loud, spilling from his lips without shame.

You added your mouth, your hands instead fondling his balls, his hips moving up, pressing his cock even further inside of your mouth.

Your tongue moved in circles around him, head moving up and down, lewd noises of his moans and the squelching sounds of your sucking and kissing made him go crazy.

He wished he could see you right now.

You carefully dragged your teeth along the side, a hiss escaping his throat.

“Hngh! (Y/N)!” His hands found your hair and grabbed it, head thrown back and mouth hung open, moans leaving his throat, each one seemingly louder than the last.

He looked so stunning like this, sweat glistening on his skin and cheeks flushed, you never saw something this beautiful.

You felt his cum inside of your mouth when he released with a yell of your name.

You kept moving even after he already came, sucking him even more aggressive.

He thrashed against the sheets, not able to say a single thing as pleasure clouded his senses.

“Ah! Ah! (Y- hngh!” Tojis legs wrapped around your body, twitching and shaking around you.

You released him with a pop, smirking at the drool dripping down his swollen lips.

“You should see yourself, lying on the bed with that fucked out expression~ so pathetic”

He let out a strained whimper at the loss of the feeling of your lips around him.

You grabbed the two last items from your nightstand, a vibrator and handcuffs.

You secured the vibrator around his leaking length and Toji threw his head back in bliss.

After you chained his hands to the bed over his head, you watched him with a proud smile.

Giving him a kiss, you whispered into his ear.

“Since you wanted to sleep so badly, I’m not gonna bother you anymore”

You got up and gave him one last wave, his confused expression making you smirk.

“Good Night sweetheart~” and with that, you left the room.

After you cleaned yourself, you plopped down on the couch, scrolling through your phone and listening to your boyfriends pained whines and moans of your name.

You eventually fell asleep for a short while.

When you woke up, you could still hear his pained yells and moans from your bedroom, so you decided to walk back to your husband.

You opened the door and were immediately greeted by the image of Toji cumming again, his release shooting out of the tip, a wet spot were he was lying was visible.

His cheeks were wet with tears and he was crying out in pleasure and relief when you came in.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! So- I’m so- hah! Ahn!!”

You shushed him and cupped his cheek in your hand.

“How many times did you cum already? You look so good like this...I wonder if you could handle some more”

He immediately shook his head no, another loud moan echoing in the room when you touched his abused cock to remove the vibrator.

“Thank you!” Relieved, he relaxed on the bed, he was close to passing out at this point.

You were so lucky you could see the great Toji Fushiguro like this, completely loosing his pride because of you.

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orphicrose · 3 years

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The Only One

Rick x Reader Fanfiction

Summary : life is strange in the rick and morty universe, as we all know. But things get just that little bit weirder when Rick meets you. Something seems oddly familiar with you, but for once In his life he has no idea why. So he searches from reality to reality to try and see if he had met another version of you, only to realise there where none. You where the only one. That’s when it finally hit him…

This is inspired by a song from Rick and morty that I think is beautiful https://youtu.be/epiOcz3HXNo

I accidentally got carried away and wrote too much, so I will probably just do a part 2 so it’s not to much to read if anyone is interested <3

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Humans are such fragile creatures, always have been and always will be. You knew that, but you refused to surrender down to it. Not wanting to be included In whatever earth had to offer, so you ran away. And not like how a silly fourteen years old runs away from home, Hah… no.

You left the fucking planet, not leaving behind a single trail or speck of dust for someone to follow you with. Your intelligence and ambition was all you needed to carry yourself through life. Travelling the infinite void of space, soon making a name for yourself. For good and for bad. An ordinary person couldnt even dream nor comprehend the things you’ve experienced or seen. And that’s just how you liked it. Being different. It was truly a gift to be intelligent.

And then there was rick, high IQ and normally not happy about it. Seeing his intelligence as a curse. Rick hadn’t seen it all, it was impossible, but he thought he had seen enough to make a valid opinion on life.

It’s pointless.

Such a bitter man with a bitter view on everything, including himself. You see, when you have an overwhelming amount of knowledge weighing down on your mind, you can go two ways. The first being ricks way, not caring about anything since he has seen how big the universe is and doesn’t see a point.

Then there’s your way, feeling blessed to be able to see things that no one else can, and finding a new reason to live every single day.

You two where polar opposites, but also the same. You where both alone in a universe you felt didn’t need you anymore.

The day both of your worlds collided should have been written down in the history books. It was the day both of your beliefs where almost questioned. Wondering whether fate really does exist.

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Out of the many things you have done, you’ve never visited the same place twice. Making everyday an adventure, as much of a cliche as that sounds it’s true. Not only that, but you seem to have people after you almost everywhere. For your intelligence, or for revenge. But there is one particular spot you cannot get enough of. Finding yourself there when you lose yourself.

It’s an isolated planet in the middle of the andromeda galaxy. It’s a newly ‘emerging moon’ as you like to call it. In fact, you pretty much founded this planet, since its a recent creation. This also means there is no intelligent life yet evolved, so it is safe for you to do what you please.

You go there often, to watch the two suns set over its small horizon and the thousands of stars come into view. Giving you time to reflect on your life. To appreciate it, but not to regret anything. The stars are far to beautiful to bring your mind to anything negative. The planet itself seems to project the meaning of peace and tranquillity even without life. Maybe that’s why it’s so comforting.

Your thoughts where leaving your mind, as you held your eyes closed. Feeling the breeze brush through your hair gently. That beautiful, genuine smile found its way to your face without you noticing. You where to lost in the feeling of relaxation.

But that soon came to an end. That euphoric state was snapped out of you when you noticed a bright light coming towards you. Getting bigger and bigger in just seconds. Until it became more clear, it was a spacecraft of some sort. A poorly built one to say the least. You sat and watched, mesmerised, as the flames from the object slowly engulfed it. Burning in the atmosphere. Finally hitting the ground, you shook your head and sighed. Being brought back into reality.

The flames took a second to fade after the ship had crashed. And it was clearer to see, it was the stereotypical UFO. The type you’d see in cheesy ski-fi films. But it had encryptions written in English. Which was very unusual, especially for it to be in this part of the galaxy.

What was even stranger was that it didn’t have even the slightest burn mark to it’s metal. Your vision of it became clearer and clearer the closer you got, slowly creeping past the incredibly green trees towards it. But just before you got too close, a figure fell out of the vehicle. Swearing like a drunken sailor.

This is what really messed with you, it was a human. You gasped quietly, not being able to remember the last time you saw one. A mix of feelings rushed over you; confusion, fear, excitement? You couldn’t help but stare, his unique blue hair bounced as he picked himself up, not even bothering to dust off the dirt on his lab coat.

“Fuck! You fucking piece of shit spacecraft. You’ve really done it this time Rick you fucking…” he didn’t finish his sentence, as he kicked the lump of metal. Screaming at the top of his voice.

“Fuck!”

You caught a small glimpse of his face, and recognised him. But you weren’t sure where from. You had met millions of people over the years so he could really be anyone. But there was something so compelling about his character. Something that felt like you where being pushed towards him. Or pulled, by a red string perhaps. Something that was just telling you to interact with him.

You stayed hidden behind a rather tall tree, still collecting your thoughts and questioning whether you should help him. Rick had slumped himself against the ship, putting his hands to his face and grunting. Pausing his breakdown for a second to take a sip from his flask, then proceeding to carry on.

He stayed like this for a good few minutes, before you had decided to approach him. Your curiosity and questions where burning at the edge of your mind. You just had to investigate. Keeping a hand on your weapon tucked neatly in a pocket behind your back. You slowly walked towards him, not even being able to speak before he noticed you.

A gun had been pulled to you, aiming directly between your eyes

“What do you want? I’m not in the mood so just tell me in advance if I should shoot you or not..” his eyebrows furrowed, looking at the hand tucked behind your back.

You rolled your eyes, putting your hands up in surrender. Just how you remembered humans to be. Aggressive and impulsive.

“Calm down, I saw your ship crash. Thought you where in need of some assistance. And put that gun down, god…” to your surprise, he did. With a loud grunt he put his gun back into his pocket and turned away. Usually, he probably would’ve shot on site. And who’s to say he still won’t, but right in this moment he is too preoccupied to care.

“God doesn’t fucking exist…” he mumbled “and I definitely don’t need any assistance!”

You raised an eyebrow at him, watching him as he attempted to fix his broken ship. Opening the lid to the engine and being greeted by a storm of smoke. Now Seconds away from another breakdown.

“Are you… okay?” You hesitantly asked, daring to inch closer to him. Probably was the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. He threw the wrench down at the engine as he exploded.

“No, I’m not fucking okay. I lost my grandson, the entire galactic government is after me, I broke my portal gun and I just crashed my ship into a planet with no helpful resources to fix it.!” His speech sped up, and he went dead silent when he stopped talking. Clearly regretting telling you anything. He is usually good at keeping his mind together and keeping his problems to himself. But he had so much adrenaline pumping through his blood, he could barely concentrate.

“I’m, i’m sorry for your loss” is all you managed to get out

“What? Oh no, my grandsons not dead. I just left him somewhere and forgot exactly where…” he spoke slightly softer, still grunting as he tried to analyse his engine.

There was a small silence while you processed everything he had just said. Moving closer to get a look at his engine, you shook your head.

“You’ve burnt it out…”

“Yeah, no shit smart ass” he bit at you

You rolled your eyes and snatched the spanner from the place he had dropped it. Not using it to fix his engine, but you pulled out a small metal box from your pocket instead. Fixing a few pieces together. Rick stood there and watched with a puzzled look on his face. Moving his eyes from the gadget, then up to get a look at you.

His eyebrows softened as he took in your features, the creases in his forehead disappeared. A rush of a strange feeling replaced the adrenaline, not being able to pinpoint what it was but he didn’t like it. He could only describe it as his heart softening, and getting lost in a place that was familiar to him. Thats what he felt when he looked at your eyes, reflecting off of his.

“Hav-have we met before?” He said in a much calmer tone

You placed the gadget on the engine and pressed a small red button on the top, looking up at him.

“I don’t think so?” The box moved around the engine, like a shield. Fixing it effortlessly, Ricks eyes darted from you, to the engine, then back to you. Now with amazement written all over his face.

Deja vu was the only state good enough to describe what he was experiencing. You broke the silence by holding a hand out to introduce yourself.

“I’m y/n”

It took a quick second for him to respond, still trying to process your face and remember how he knows you.

“I’m… Rick” he finally shook your hand.

“Rick Sanchez..”

That name was oddly familiar to you. Like you’d heard it in a dream. Or it was a loved ones name in a past life. You felt like you had heard it before, in a very distant memory. But no recollection of the connection.

“That seems…familiar” you tilted your head, squinting your eyes at the old man who gave you the same look.

“Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if you knew me. I am the smartest man In the universe”

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