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babeeangel · 11 months

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I love your writing!! I was wondering if maybe I could request headcanons dating kunigami before the wildcard. I hope you’re having a good day :)

Thanks a lot ! And of course, here you go~ I just finished watching the anime (i’m a manga girlie) so my memory of pre-WildCard kunigami is v fresh😎, lucky you~ I added other characters too <3 I can do a part two if characters get requested (comments or inbox)

How is Dating the BLLK boys like ?

HeadCanons about dating these cuties

Rensuke Kunigami, Niko Ikki, Ranze Kurona

Kunigami (before the wildcard)

Okay so, he might have that gentleman aura, he might be very rather daring, but in the end, it feels like it’s first time really loving someone.

Even if it weren’t his first love or first relationship, it still feels like it

He can be so awkward, not really knowing what to say, what to do… It’s new to him

Good news is, he improves very fast!

And improving is his goal anyways: he wants to be the best version possible for you.

Quickly, he’ll learn to read your expressions, to remember your taste and to pick up on what you like or not.

(I hope you put in as much effort to love him ;) ! )

And dare I say, after this adjusting phase, he becomes a rather good lover.

Like the typa lover that reads your mind.

Seriously, he always knows which restaurant you’re in the mood for, he guesses what color roses you’d prefer, he remembers that you like weak coffee over a strong one…

When it comes to boring choices it’s like the two of you don’t need to converse, you just know for one another.

But apart from that, I feel like he’s on the talkative side.

He’s always quick to ask you how you’re doing when you meet up

Even through text, he loves checking up on you, sending you posts he likes and reacting to yours.

He’s not the type to hesitate saying ‘i love you’

I mean, he’s proud of loving you, he’s confident in his feelings for you, he wants you to know them… Pragmatic

But he was still shy to tell his friends the two of you were dating. Why so ? Idk, maybe he felt like it was such an intimate subject to bring up.

But now that the cat’s out of the box, he’s very chill about it.

Therefore he doesn’t mind PDA, although he lets you initiate it

Apart from that, he loves to smother you with kisses.

Morning ? kisses. Cooking ? kisses. Bellyache ? kisses. Any excuse is good.

So to resume, I feel like dating kunigami is like finding support, a friend that always understands you and cares for you.

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Nikko

I feel like the love between you two grew over time

You used to be friends until one of you felt like it might be more

Probably him

Nothing changed tho, but you soon realized you felt the same

Your relationship switching from platonic to romantic was never officialized tho

It just, happened. Like at some point you were too close for anyone, you two included, to keep calling each other friends.

It was so natural you don't even remember when the first time the word ‘couple’ was employed, nor why.

Anyway. You two are pretty alike, introverted, quiet, resolved.

You both don’t mind being silent together

If anything you love it

Good thing, cause it happens a lot

Sometimes, at the most random times, Niko tells you the most eye-opening, life-changing, sickening lore about himself. Like out of the blue.

Then you stand in social settings, with informations that no one else have, having to pretend you know the same Niko as they do

There’s so many things you didn't expect from him, whether it’s small habits, small quirks about him or thoughts he has.

Like one thing you discovered after becoming his lover is that he’s not very resourceful sometimes ?

Like baby boy had never thought of toasting his bread in something other than a toaster, like an oven or a pan ??

He also notices a lot of tiny details. That’s adorable and you didn't expect it.

He for example knows that you eat farfalle over spaghetti when you’re feeling down.

Or he really seems to like watching the wind blowing through tree’s leaves. He only said it once, but now you always notice him standing under them.

When it comes to PDA, he is a rather reserved boy.

Maybe not shy, but modest. Like he likes to keep things private

But he can’t resist holding your hand.

HandS*. He loves to take them both and play with you, especially when he’s bored.

And behind closed doors, he’s very cuddly, in a soft way.

And for more… Let's say you’re usually the one to make the first move. He never refuses tho.

Loving him is learning that love is something that grows, not necessarily a striking intense feeling that fades over time.

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Kurona:

First of all i really feel like you had a crush on him first

Like he’s so focused on his own world that he’s oblivious to love and stuff like that.

But the second you forced your way into his universe (no pun intended ;o), he didn't last long

Like he fell head over heels FAST.

You kinda had to force him to notice you and consider you tho

And when he understood you liked him and not just liked him, he got super shy.

Your persistence (in a cute not stalker way >:() got the best of him

He likes how casual and confident you are with your feelings

But at first he didn't want to fall in love, like what if it distracted him from football ?

Anyway, you two getting together kinda shocked everyone.

You form such an unusual couple

Bold yet quiet you, nonchalant yet considerate him

Even so, you guys are two peas in a pod. You do everything together

Often in silence, but together. Like brushing your teeth, revising, show each-other funny videos

But… Kurona has a secret: he’s talkative !

That genuinely surprised you when you got the honor of getting close to him, and being considered as a person he could trust.

He rambled on about things. Like sometimes he goes on and on about his fav’s new song that just released, or how giving ducks bread is actually dangerous

A while after getting together with you, Kurona admitted that he hesitated doing so because it would bring so much attention to him, since you’re outspoken and good-looking… Is that supposed to be a compliment orr ?

He can get so shy and awkward, but Kurona really loves you. He always thinks of you when seeing random things, and is the type of boy that buys you a single flower at least once a week (he can't afford a whole bouquet).

In your relationship, you’re often the one to take initiatives, even when it comes to holding hands.

But now that he feels more at ease, he often goes for it first.

He doesn't mind PDA at all cause he tends not to notice other people's gaze, he’s in his own world.

But kisses in public make him blush cause it draws too much attention ;)

It took you a while to get to his heart, but it was most definitely worth it. Now you’re engraved in it forever.

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A\N: lol, as someone who’s never dated before, this almost feels ironic for me to write these TT.

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tainoidiot · 8 months

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Mornings, Afternoons, Evenings.

Jervis Tetch X FoodServer!reader

NOTES: Based on this dumb post I made about a rogue falling for a worker, but instead of a psychiatrist or doctor it's the fucking food service people. (Maybe I'll even open up my requests soon OoooOooO)

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Mornings, Afternoons, and Evenings.

That's when he saw you.

Jervis awoke in his small holding room. It's white. A blinding white. He's tired of the bland exterior, where is the color and whimsy of wonderland when he needs it the most? Not to mention he wore this ugly shade of teal as his robes. Any longer and he'd lose it... more.

Jervis was given small privileges by the staff here and there. He wasn't a high risk patient anymore, so that meant he could have a phone in his room. Sure, he couldn't call anyone outside the asylum and he really only used it to ask for the menu items of the day but it's the thought that counts! Oh, and he has all the paper he could ask for! What for? Um...

Okay maybe he didn't have that many privileges. Really all he does is design hats and color anyway.

7:13 am, the phone rings, startling the middle aged man out of his hat creating zone. He hesitated at first, he never had the phone call HIM. So, curiously, he picked up the phone. "Hello?" Jervis asked.

...

Oh, they're just asking for his breakfast order.

BREAKFAST

The man's hungry. "Oh, where is that o-"

Three knocks interrupt his train of thought, and then the door swings open. "Food service! May I come in?" A sing songy voice asks. He's impressed, was the universe listening to him?

"Er, yes. Come in, dear." He stumbled with his words. The nurses usually gave him a light styrofoam type tray for his food. He must be getting better then.

In walks in a worker Jervis had never seen before. The grey work polo, the black pants and shoes, a dangling ID. It wasn't the appearance that got him curious. It was the voice. He needed to know more.

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You walk into the room, tray in your arms as you smiled at the man. "Good morning! Hope I didn't wake you up." You chuckle placing the tray on a nearby table. Truly, your customer service voice got people calm. They trusted you. YOU, however, only got paid 17 an hour. Could you give more of a shit? Maybe if you were given 20 an hour instead.

"Oh, not at all.. um.." The man replied, looking at you with soft eyes. "I thought the nurses delivered our trays?" He asked, looking at the breakfast with a smile. You just shrugged "We have a list of patients who we can't serve to physically, but looks like you're not on it anymore." You nod and pump the hand sanitizer bottle before stepping out of the room.

"Wait!" Cried Jervis. You turned your head curiously "Anything else I can do for you?"

"What's your name?"

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LUNCH

Jervis couldn't stop thinking about the delivery person he spoke with. Alice wouldn't work a 9-5, er.. 6-7:30, right? Wonderland is a strange place, however. Nothing is impossible. After only two weeks, Him and that mysterious server seemed to hit it off too. They talked about the mess the styrofoam trays make, especially considering how flimsy they are, how some of the doctors got on their nerves, and the exhaustion that was walking around Arkham. During their chat, they explained that they only really serve the box tea to the patients. "BUT if you ask nicely, I can sneak you some different kinds I find in the storage room." The server joked. Jervis hated the unsweetened tea, it was always cold. Who the fuck serves tea COLD?!

After sending in his lunch order, he prayed he'd see you again. They could talk about literature, as you mentioned you hadn't really been reading much as of late. It was obvious what he'd recommend, but it's the thought that counts. Your eyes, your voice, how you for some reason always smelled like mustard. (Apparently that's just how the kitchen smells)

Knock Knock Knock..

Jervis's ears perked up. Watching the door swing open made his heart flutter. Oh, to see your beautiful face, though half covered in a mask with hair tucked away into a hairnet, he didn't care. All he smiled for was that you were here. "Yes, yes! Come in, dear."

As he finally got a good look at the figure opening his door, he noticed.. wait, that's not you. That's someone else entirely. How cruel the universe was! "Um.. You're not.."

They look up at the man and sighed "Understaffed today. One called out sick, another just quit." Jervis was perplexed. Which one were you? Sick? Oh, he wishes he was there to hold you. You must be miserable, poor dear. Or did you had quit? Did you need a friendly ear to lend? Was today that bad?

The server placed the tray on the table and left. Jervis was left alone with his thoughts again, leg bouncing with anxiety. Did you need help? Did.. you need him? Hid heart ached just thinking about it. Maybe it was too soon, and this was the universes way of saying "slow down there." But he couldn't ignore how he felt.

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DINNER

Two weeks.

Two WHOLE WEEKS.

Jervis had been released from Arkham. He hid his true feelings of obsession worry from doctors and psychiatrists taking notes in their little booklets. It wasn't fair! You and him didn't even get to say a proper goodbye! And here he is, angrily huffing about as he steps into the thrift store.

He can't really afford nice things, but the tea cups here were truly pretty enough to catch his eye. Sure they looked a bit scattered when one cup had flowers and kittens and another pictures from nature, but that's Wonderland baby! Scattered and strange. Plus, retail therapy was always good.

As he walked through the kitchen ware aisle, he scanned his surroundings for new tea sets or perhaps a kettle. Not many people entered the thrift store on a Thursday evening, they usually come for the Monday sale. But every once in a while, he'd see someone in the same aisle as him.

And God is he thankful he turned his head. Because there you were. In all your glory.

His breath hitched, heart pounding as his cheeks flushed. It was you, wasn't it? His mind wasn't playing tricks, was it? You turned to face him and stopped.

"... Jervis Tetch?"

He gulped. "Y-Yes?"

"I KNEW IT WAS YOU!" Your smile widened as you walked closer to the man. "Holy crap man, you're out already? I figured you would've been, nice to see you!"

Jervis wanted to take your hand into his warm gloved one. God, he couldn't hold back. But he must. "Aha! Yes, yes.. It's good to see you. I didn't get to say goodbye, what happened?" He asked.

You raised an eyebrow in confusion, then remember what he meant "Oh! Yeah, had some stuff to take care of.. and by that I mean I called off "Sick"!" You giggled. Oh, you silly little rabbit. Jervis sighed in relief. You were safe.

"I'm glad to see you're safe.. could we grab a cup of tea perhaps?"

The store was about to close anyway. What else is there to do for dinner?

#jervis tetch #gotham rogues #batman #jervis tetch x reader #headcanon

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sweet-villain · 2 years

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You're My Light~ D.M

katherinepapa asked:

Hey,I was wondering if you chould take my request. Okay so for a long time I have been struggling with self h@rm. And now things are getting bad again so I was thinking if you chould do a Dacre montgomery x reader where the reader struggles with it and maybe Dacre comforts her.I know that is a serious topic and if you don't want to do it I completely understand. Thank you your time ❤

Author's Note : The way I hurried home to write this requests, this one hits hard for me. Lovely, you're never alone. You keep your chin up, You deserve happiness. It will take baby steps but know I'm here for you, people love you, and I wish I could just hold you and give you forehead kisses. Please don't hesitate to reach out me when you feel like you're falling, you're losing yourself and you feel like this. I know how it feels and have gone through this path. I love you lovely, sending you my love, hugs and forehead kisses virtually.

Trigger Warning : Self Harm

You felt exhausted. You felt like you were slipping away. You stood in the bathroom staring into the mirror seeing the dark spots underneath your eyes, your hair pulled up into a messy bun and your skin was paler than usual. Your small hands gripped onto the white sink as your dull eyes look back at you.

Your hands reached out to untie your hair from your bun and comb your fingers through your hair. You hated seeing the girl staring back at you in the mirror. Your self esteemed sank to the ground. Tears began to brim as your eyes and with shaky breath, you hung your head a soft sob erupted from you.

You let the grip on the sink go as you walked into your bedroom. A hand came over your mouth, quieting your sobs fearing Dace might hear you from the other room. You grabbed onto your pillow and brought it in front of you, hugging it as small whimpers escaped from you to be muffled by the pillow.

Your mind begins to race thinking of what a beautiful man you were with. From his blue eyes to his freckles dancing across his nose and cheeks to his laugh to his Australian accent to the way he looked at you. Why did he chose to date you was beyond you.

Dacre's heart tugged hearing how negatively you would talk about yourself. It hurt him, it made him upset. But, you couldn't just stop as your mind took over. You were spiraling badly, into the darkness.

You felt like everything was too much. Today, you yelled at your little sister when she asked to come over, you yelled at Natalia as she called you to ask you to go shopping with her, you felt like you had a big weight on your shoulders. You hated how your mind spatted words that you were useless, Dacre doesn't really love you, he laughs behind close doors, that you were nothing to anyone and you were a burden on our boyfriend's shoulders.

You knew how to stop it.

You threw the pillow back on the bed as you raced back into the bathroom, locking it. Your eyes clenched as silent tears ran down your cheeks, holding the door knob with your hand and your back to the door. You felt helpless as you walked back to the mirror, looking at yourself. You hated what you said to Natalia, the way you heard the silence on the other end of the line and the way you snapped at your little sister, you heard her whimper telling you how mean you were.

You gasped, taking deep breaths.

You pushed your leggings down your legs as your fingers brushed over the scars on your thighs and legs. You needed to take the pain away. You needed this. Opening the familiar cabinet as you kneel down, taking off the bottom half revealing a small familiar box. Your mind was tingling and your legs were waiting for that new mark. To take your pain away.

Your hand shook as you opened the box revealing your true friends. The once that were always there when you needed, you rose it to your eye level inspecting it in your hands before you drew them on your legs. The feeling of sting on fresh cuts drawing blood made you ease the pain. It made your mind clearer.

You knew that it's something you shouldn't do. But you need to. Your back slides down on the bathroom wall as you grip your legs to your chest, rolling on the ground in a balls as you sniffed. You felt the burn on your legs and thighs but it's what you needed.

The following morning, you awoken right next to Dacre who is snoring softly next to you with one arm wrapped around you. Pieces of his hair had fallen onto his forehead, his eye lashes kissed his cheeks as he slept, he looked so peaceful. Like nothing in the world has botherd him. You had put on long pants pjs right before bed, Dacre had came into bed seeing you in bed after working in the office most of the day. He had busy schedule and came to bed just as you fell asleep. You were terrified if he grabbed onto your legs, instead he wrapped an arm around you when he went to bed and placed a kiss on the side of your head telling you he loves you.

You quickly rolled out of bed, getting your clothes for the day and hurried to the bathroom. You had hoped that Dacre wouldn't notice the way you chose to wear sweats today instead of leggings.

You slipped out of the bathroom and made your way into the kitchen, looking into the fridge when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a nose buried itself into your neck.

" Good Morning " you hear the rough morning voice of your boyfriend. You smiled as you turned around in his arms, his sleepy eyes stare down at you with love in his eyes. He leaned down kissing your cheek, then the other before kissing your lips.

" Good Morning baby" you greeted him after he pulled away with a wide smile on his face. " I missed you, pretty girl" he mutters. Dacre took your hand in his as he led you to the living room and onto the couch.

" Sit on my lap, I wanna have you close to me" you hesitated but did as he asked, sitting on his thighs as he placed his head on your shoulder. You felt Dacre's hands on your thighs as they gliding up underneath your shirt. His touch enlightened with goosebumps and fire. Every time.

Dacre seems to notice your energy isn't quite there. He takes a look into your eyes as he brushes your hair to the side seeing there isn't that happy look in them when you look down at him. Your smile isn't bright at is and you weren't even saying much to him.

He sighed.

" What's going on, pretty girl?" Dacre asked. " You aren't talking to me like you always do. You aren't giving me kisses or hanging onto me like a koala like you do."

" Nothing, I'm fine" you stood up from his lap and crossed your arms over your chest.

" Baby, tell me what's wrong. You don't look happy. Is it me? Have I done something? Did someone upset you? Who did it? Tell me, I'll rip their throat out" he stood up from the couch as he makes his way over to you, he grips your chin with his finger softly as his eyes roam your face. " You've been crying" he notices that puffiness underneath your eyes.

Dacre hated seeing you like this. All he wants to do is be there for you and hold you, to make it all better.

"Pretty girl, just talk to me. It's me, I love you"

Your eyes brimmed with tears hearing the softness of his voice. He loves you. He cares about you so much.

" I'm ugly, Dacre. You deserve someone much prettier and someone who's not this" you motion to yourself in sweats and a white t shirts with your hair up once again. There is no make up on your face with bags underneath your eyes with the puffiness.

Dacre stood there letting your words sink in before he shakes his head.

" What are you talking about?" Dacre asked.

You looked at him and debated if you should tell him about what's been eating at you and how you were handling it.

" I'm tired of feeling like this, I'm not pretty enough for you.. I'm not what I used to be..." you utter, hanging your head. You wanted to run back into that same bathroom that you were in yesterday, lock yourself away from him and continue to hate yourself.

Dacre looks at you with his own glossy eyes with his shoulder slumped. His heart sinks to his stomach hearing you talk about yourself like that. He takes a few steps towards you, bringing you flush against his chest.

Your hand balled a fistful of his shirt as he runs his fingers through your hair once he took it down from the bun, kissing the crown of your head. After a few minutes, you rose your head to meet his blue teary eyes.

" You're the most beautiful and most amazing girl I have ever laid eyes on, you are the prettiest of them all" His hand reaches out to stroke your cheek.

" Please don't talk about yourself like that, pretty girl. You deserve better than those words."

Dacre places a kiss on your forehead, " I" he kisses each of your eyelids, " love" he kisses your nose " you" he kisses both your cheeks" so " he kisses the corner of your mouth, " much."

He places a small peck on your lips.

" Let me hold you, let's go to bed?" you hesitantly nodded as he took your hand in his, lacing his fingers with your as he leads you to the bedroom. When your back hits the softness of the bed, Dacre looks down at you lovingly and eyes the sweat pants your wearing.

" Dacre" you start to say knowing what his mind is racing with. He frowns as his hands each the waist band of your sweats. Your breath hitches and he looks into your eyes for permission, he knows that you used to hurt yourself and he knows you never did it on your arms. But he knows where you used to do it.

His heart sinks to his stomach as he pulls down the sweats seeing the new red marks on your thighs and then further down your leg. His hand shake as he reaches out brushing his fingers on the new scar causing your body to jolt.

" Pretty girl.." he says leaning down and places a kiss on one scar, looking you in the eye as he moves to the next. " I'm here for you."

He lips travel to the next one, " You're beautiful."

He goes to the next one that he sees, " You're pain is my pain."

He goes to the last one he sees, " Please come to me the next time you have this feeling. Baby, I love you and I don't wanna lose you" you can see tears are rolling down his cheek as he looks away, his shoulder shaking as he kneels on the bed with his head in your lap as he sobs.

"I'm so-orry" you tell him with your hand going through his hair, he leans into your touch as he closes his eyes. His hands are on your thighs, but the warmth and the softness of his touch makes you feel better. You're not alone, you have Dacre. He is your light.

" I'm not going anywhere, Y/N. You're beautiful, please... please ... pretty girl... I can't do life without you" He leans up as he pushes you gently on top of the bed and hovers above you.

" You're my everything, pretty girl... please.. call me, text me when you feel like this. I don't care where I'm at, I will pick up the phone and come back to you. You matter to me. You're important, Y/N. My whole heart is yours. I'll give you anything you want, just please... I don't wanna lose you..please"' he begs you, putting his forehead against yours. You stare up at the man you love with all your heart, he always knew what to say. He made it all better.

" Thank you, thank you for being here for me. Thank you for loving me, thank you for being the best person I need. Just, thank you. You're my pretty boy"

His face beams with happiness hearing his nickname.

" You're my sunshine, my light"

" I'll always be your light. Always"

Thank you for requesting this lovely, one more time I want to tell you how important you. The world needs you to make it go round, you are beautiful. You are wanted. You are loved.

I'm here for you.

Here is a picture of Dacre and his precious smile that makes my heart melt:

~Jewls <3

#dacre montgomery x reader #dacre montgomery x you #dacre montgomery x y/n #dacre montgomery #imagine dacre montgomery #dacre x reader #dacre x you #jewls writes

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ghostlymews · 2 years

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If you’re not taking requests feel free to ignore, but I have this overall fluff request idea of Tanjiro meeting his girlfriend’s family who’s not necessarily thrilled that they’re both Slayers but Tanjiro charms them and basically unofficially proposes ?

tanjiro meeting his s/o’s family!

pairing ; tanjiro x reader

warnings / contents ; gender neutral reader, tanjiro being a sweetheart as always, no angst or anything just cuteness

notes ; this is such a cute idea !! as long as my ask box is available for you to send things in, my requests are open! it actually helps me a lot with motivation :) plus i’m sick in bed with covid, so this should give me something to do.. but because of being so sick, my answers to asks are likely to be quite short and not proofread, i apologize !!

tanjiro was nervous, he had to admit.

he didn’t show it, brightly smiling as you both approach your old family home hand-in-hand, repeatedly telling you how excited he was. but you knew better. you always did, he knew, and so when you chuckled softly and told him, “it’s alright to be nervous, you know?” his face bursted into a vibrant shade of red.

he hadn’t been as nervous before. he would always get those butterflies in his belly at the thought, but never to such an extent if you hadn’t told him that your mother and father weren’t exactly very happy that their child had become a demon slayer.. and was dating one, too. but he loves family, everyone knew that, and well.. if he wants to marry you someday (which he absolutely does), your family would become his, too.

he squeezes your hand gently as you knock on the front door before entering, calling out “we’re here!” as you lead tanjiro inside, the both of you kicking off your shoes. tanjiro’s nose quickly picks up the delicious scent of the dinner your parents must be cooking, adding to the homey, comfy feel of the house. it’s so bittersweet how it reminds him of his own family.

“perfect timing,” your mother calls over her shoulder as you and tanjiro arrive in the kitchen, “we just finished preparing dinner.”

and so you all settle at the table, chatting amongst each other, having your parents get to know tanjiro and vice versa. at first, their distaste towards you and your boyfriend’s rank in society was obvious on their faces and in their calculating gazes, but with each minute you can see it melting away. you can see tanjiro’s discomfort fading away, too; he’s much more relaxed now, smiling as he thanks your mother and father for the wonderful meal. he’s truly too perfect for them to dislike. how could anyone not like your sweet tanjiro?

“so,” your mother begins as she lightly taps the corner of her mouth with a napkin, “how long have you two been together now?”

tanjiro’s smile widens and he answers without a hint of hesitation, “three years, ma’am!”

your mom sighs softly and shakes her head, a faint grin present on her features. she had told tanjiro many times now that he didn’t need to call her by such a formal name, but it seemed he wasn’t letting up just yet. “three years and you haven’t proposed yet?”

you nearly choke on your bite of food, covering your mouth with a hand and waving the other with a muttered apology. tanjiro’s face quickly begins to heat up, his genuine smile turning a bit nervous, but he rests his warm hand on your thigh under the table to be sure you’re alright. “w—well, it’s just difficult when kept busy with missions and slaying demons—“

“so you have thought about it, then?” your mother presses further, ignoring the scolding “mom!” you send her from across the table. “absolutely!” your heart flutters at the redhead’s immediate response. “i truly do love them, mrs [surname]. it would be an honor to marry and spend the rest of my life with them.”

you quickly reach for your cup, taking a sip to distract from the way emotional tears threaten to well up in your eyes. peering over the rim, both mom and dad seem quite satisfied with his answer.

“well, tomorrow is never guaranteed when you’re slayers, you know,” mom pipes up again, and both you and tanjiro gaze at her expectantly before she continues. “i suggest when you’re back, you start looking for a ring.”

tanjiro reaches for your hand beneath the table, intertwines his fingers with yours in a tender, affectionate motion, and gives a nod in response. “understood!”

#demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #tanjiro #tanjiro kamado #tanjiro x reader #tanjiro fluff #tanjirou kamado #tanjirou fluff #demon slayer imagines #kny fluff

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secretcasanova · 2 years

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hey, just recently found your blog and i gotta say your writing is nice!

tho idk if ur request box is open but if so, can i have a hc with chuuya, dazai, aku and atsushi with a yandere!s/o ? since its always been those yandere dazai this yandere chuuya that, yandere aku(?) there yadda yadda yadda

im looking forward for your future blogs!

(p.s i cant ask you anonymously for some reasons and im also new </3)

BSD Boys with an GN!S/O who is a Yandere

Characters: Atsushi Nakajima, Osamu Dazai, Ryuunosuke Akutagawa, Chuuya Nakahara

Word Count: 5398K

Warnings: Slight Spoilers about Dazai(Chuuya's Part), Manipulation, Gaslighting, Slight Descriptive Gore(?), Guilt Trip, Possessiveness, Physical Abuse, Stalking, Toxic Relationship technically, Slightly Suggestive(Aku's Part)

Author's Note: Hello there! glad to see that you enjoyed the fic that I made yesterday and of course my ask box is open! I was supposed to send it early but my dum dum forgor and ended up being on my drafts for a long while(´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

Again, I apologize if some of them may be OOC, and I also tried to spice things up on the readers part by making them "act differently" towards to them- and all... If you know what I mean. Anyways I hope you enjoy this HC!

Atsushi Nakajima

You were an uninteresting individual, you rather not waste anything in the name of feelings and love. You were devoted to the Guild and nothing else till one day, the Weretiger came in which he hesitated to fight you at first but ended up engaging so, all due to your pierce nature? No that's not the point.

After the Guild was lost, Lucy took you in with her in the Cafe Uzumaki unknowingly that it's also part of the ADA, just as you think, fate has given you another chance to interact with this boy and you should not fuck things up.

All those blank expressions, all those dull eyes of yours, and your unexpressive gestures — all came crashing down, now tainted with vibrant colors and warmth thanks to him, now you felt more alive than ever as you decided that you need this light, all for yourself, and only for you.

You were much more outgoing and bright than your OLD self, you learned how to blend in within the crowds, you learned how to fake a smile - a little conversation of you and him made something sparked on his heart and eventually drew closer and close to you.

Atsushi is rather... Naïve. That's what makes it so easy for you to keep him around you- even stopping his impulsive moments? Oh, please! You can just boost his confidence whenever you can in any way possible. While he only fought you, never did anything and that's it, but to you he saved your whole uneventful life. You were willing to do so much more for him the moment he gets to be with you

You even fell faster for him than the lightning could even strike on the ground, his determination... You sure do love that sight of a moment!

To anyone else, you two were such a lovely couple and to you, as it should be. Atsushi was such a lovely doll for you.

Kyouka however, doesn't entirely likes you and your behavior towards to him. That excessive obsession- she even caught you once that Atsushi was at the verge of his limit, saying that 'maybe if you tried hard enough to not let one of the others lives slip again, this wouldn't happen my love.'

Dazai already knew this, him and Kyouka were the main obstacles, the main course the moment they got your intentions all figured out, while the rest of the others remained oblivious to this tense situation happening around you.

Which Kyouka attempted to convince Atsushi that you shouldn't be with YOU. Thats unacceptable right? Dazai wouldn't directly act on this situation not until it's getting too dire for Atsushi's own good. Which he is now doing so

Atsushi does think that your controlling nature is a little bit too much, which of course you tried to reason with him that you only wanted the best for him, but you did try to tone it down or otherwise you might accidentally break your own darling, to the point he's not longer expressive to anything else.

Oh! There was even a woman who has an intention to flirt with your man? Like a awkward wreck he was, he tried to say that he's already with someone else's while the other didn't bought that reasoning. Being a responsible and endearing lover you are to him you had stepped right into the scenario, with an underlying threats on your light hearted statement while wrapping your arms around his shoulder, now patting it. Though the wan had scurried away after and checked up on him if he was still uncomfortable and tense about it, which you decided to take him out by taking on a stroll or buy him something, just for him to enjoy the things and even cherish every moment that you do for him. (After work that is)

...?

The moment he arrived in the Agency, Kyouka wasn't there and so is Dazai, and the controversy was heard within the agency office with Kunikida talking about this problem with his other colleagues, as he came in asking what was going on, only to be greeted with a dreadful news about Kyouka going missing and Dazai has been now confined in their Agency's infirmary, has been ambushed by some professionals.

He didn't take this ever so lightly, the poor boy had a break down thinking he wasn't there to protect him, he wasn't there early to look after for his superior or even Kyouka as he remained silent throughout the entire day until both of your works are now done, you already knew the reason why he was so silent but you still shot a question, you two were left uninterrupted for now. No more obstacles to come and ruin your plans.

While the two of you were walking home altogether with your hand squeezing his, now rubbing his knuckles as a little sigh escaped from your lips, maybe doing these kinds of scenarios would be risky and even made him sad- it made your heart ache. But again, it was for the best of him.

"Do... you want to talk about it once we get back, love?" Your voice coo'ed, you were aware that he was so saddened by the news of this while he temporarily stayed silent for a brief second before nodding his head, with that weak energy, all he can do is to do that while couldn't be able to muster up a courage to speak as of now. "Don't worry, I'll make you a hot cocoa if that's what you want as well, stay with eachother and cuddle all night- I'm sure they're strong enough, so have some hope."

Those sweet little lies of yours, has an poisonous meaning underneath that one certain word of yours, all you wanted was for him to be happy for now, at least you don't have anything else to worry as of now. Hiring a professional gang to inflict harm on Dazai, then take Kyouka to somewhere else where or even give her back to the Port Mafia on a meantime, something that Kouyou would enjoy even if both factions had already made a deal regarding to her. And that lady that talked to Atsushi? absolutely unforgivable. To think that she can just walk away after HARASSING your precious light of your life? She was found six feet under somewhere else, but not in the cemetery because she does not deserve to have a goddamn coffin with both of her arms cutted off, just for the safety measure she wouldn't broke out or anything(not that she could anyway). You were nice enough to spare his superior and that little because he was attached to them right to the extent, but he doesn't have the same attachment to them as yours, you were clearly the first one to be prioritized before those two.

But you didn't want him to entirely break either, he was the sunshine to anyones life despite being scolded on and on, you even wished to put a duct tape on Kunikida's mouth regarding to the stories that Atsushi told you about, but all what matter is that you can have Atsushi by your side, all undisturbed by their commotion.

"Sounds good...! I just want to cuddle with you- for now at least..." That... Little smile on his face, you definitely knew that he was lucky to have someone like you, there was no other girls like you to be this caring as you are.

You are a moth, and he was the light. But you'd do anything even if it's taking too far, even if he could burn you on accident you will always love him unconditionally.

Osamu Dazai

Knowing what he is for- a flirtatious suicidal mummy who is a gravely whole nightmare to the enemies, but has a good beneficial to the allies. The last thing you'd want is to get caught by this cunning man, ever.

But that doesn't mean you aren't sly enough to step up your games, anything for your darling. There was a lot of times where you nearly got caught by him, but saved yourself by those vicious cover up lies.

To be more specific, the only reason why he was over the heels for you is that, YOU pretended to be the type of person who is hard to get, he took this bait of yours and thought of it as a challenge unknowingly, because you were unpredictable from that time- he wanted to know MORE about you as you kept on reeling him with your mysterious tendencies. And you are aware that this man isn't that vulnerable either so you took the other route for extra precautions, after all you only wanted him to be all yours, and nobody else's despite his damned nature.

There was definitely a time where he flirted with one of the clients just to make you jealous, needless to say your facade almost slipped, almost revealed your true nature- it's possessiveness. As much as you hate seeing him with the other girls or people even, you still had the will to hold yourself back. But do not worry, you had something else up on your sleeves. If he only sees you as a overprotective little one he will let this slip because he thinks that it's cute, yet once he knows your true nature, it's all over for you.

You don't want your beloved to go away, right? You don't want him to flirt with any girls other than yourself, right?

All you were ever known for was a hard to get type of person- a reliable one. But his suspicions were arising when the moment with those ladies who he usually flirts around in the cafe or the clients of the ADA(to get a reaction from you, but it ended worse.) had actively flat out ignored him right on the spot, and those waitresses in the cafe uzumaki?

Pure Silence. Dazai decided to take a peek on you- the same as the others? numb and actively ignoring him as well? or were you just pretending so you can necessarily avoid him finding out your schemes? He tried all of his best to get your attention in any way he could, because we all know how clingy and touched starved this man could get, but your reaction is just the same as the others.

He had a whole suspicion that it was you who did it, but when you two got back home(with the whole entire walk just a silent one which it internally kills him on the inside) you tugged on his coat before you came in, crushing right into his arms, silently sniffling.

"I'm sorry." You apologized to him for what circumstances? To his eyes, you were are a perplexed individual but this doesn't makes things clearer- but you were trembling on his arms while not being able to bring yourself look over to him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry- you we're put in danger because of me..."

(you are not sorry)

And this is the part where the guilt kicks in, for ever doubting you that you were the one who did it — he is not completely numb to emotions either when in fact he understands it, he didn't think twice to take you to your shared bedroom, stowing you down on the mattress while having you close to his chest.

This one, was your personal favorite part, where you few him with your perfect lies about an unknown person threatening every woman that Dazai interacted- not convinced? worry not, you had gathered a fake evidence that you have been receiving a death threats or even a piece of cutted fingers, with it's dried blood on the box that you only hid it somewhere because you claimed that you didn't want your beloved to see it or even worry for you.

And as for him? he rather felt GUILTY for doubting his loved one doing such a things like this while he murmured nothing but a sweet, little comfort words while trying to lighten things up

The two of you cuddled eachother close- embracing one another's embrace on this cold night, laying down on your shared bedroom while Dazai was stroking your hair through and through to soothe yourself from this ordeal

"My love, you have nothing else to worry about for now- you're in my arms now, it's alright." He said as he played with one of your hair strand, still kept one of his arms wrapped around your body as you did the same to him yet however... He couldn't get this suspicion off you, he already felt bad for assuming that it was you who done it, but does he have a proof to it? He doesn't... But the way you showed those evidences to him made him feel slightly off too. Again, he will never be sure whether it's actually you who done it. After all, it WAS you. Anonymously searching one of their contacts if they have ones if not you'd still send them an anonymous letter of a death threat if they ever try to interact with your Darling once more, Yosano and Ranpo definitely was looking out on your behavior and nearly got caught. If it wasn't for you bribing Ranpo away with some snacks seperatedly, then as for Yosano'e case you had to convince her that you were in the same line as the other clients and all. — then those dead corpses you threw on the river and kept one of their fingers to send it to the others?

You were aware, that you are trying to keep this former executive mafia all to yourself- who have condoned a lot of manipulation and all. You were ready to give everything what he wanted with a price of him only paying attention to you, only YOU. This would not happen if he only gives all of his attention to you and not waste it by flirting with those clients or other girls.

One can play a guilt trip for sure, a sly vixen you are.

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

Out of all PM members, you chose to take a liking to this one ruthless 'Black Dog' of the pm, a victorian e—

That aside, you probably got transferred to the Port Mafia after your Boss and Mori had a deal to one another where you will be kept permanently by the PM, while they receive something else. It's not that you were interested because of how LOW they were paying some exceptionally skilled assassin like you. And, of course you cannot tolerate that at all so you weren't complaining about this whole thing.

Another assassin? In the Port Mafia? Gin wouldn't admit it nor she would ever will, but she's rather excited about you with how excellent your skills are, or that's what at least rumor she had heard about regarding to the underlings who was talking about you. You are quite the talk of the headquarters for now.

This doesn't amaze Akutagawa, not at all. It would take him a LOT because you are not the first one who's that good with their abilities, even if Chuuya took you as his subordinate and still trained you and your mobility. It's best to say that both of you started with a rocky path where you despises each others back. With those venomous insults(and if it wasn't for Chuuya who had to step in every time, you two might've had slitted eachother's throat by now) in all actual. Though this part of him was rather unintentional, maybe he sees his old self in you, covered up by some tough facade? It took both of you a good, ggooood while before you eventually had him wrapped around your finger.

The history repeats itself, where Akutagawa craves attention from Dazai- you are giving him the same treatment like from what his old superior does to him, you may never know him but all you know is that it's such a sore subject to talk about to him. He doesn't know what you did to him to make him feel this way and wanted to get more validation off you everytime — but of course you two don't show this side to anybody else, both of you are known as a ruthless couples and that was it. But(you may or may not intentionally become the typical duo of sadist and masochist) for Akutagawa he still kept on coming back to you after hitting him, sure he could've just fought you back with his sharp mouth but, maybe it's not himself that he gets reminded of, maybe he sees Dazai in you. But of course you wouldn't let your darling love you for not who you are, you had yet to drill into his senses that only you can love him for all eternity, and nobody else can do the same- even if you are harsh to him he cannot find somebody caring as you are.

Despite all of these harsh treatments that you gave to him, he still deserve all and every bit of your love, those little kisses and bites from you- well anything you'd do just to make him plea and on his knees. The two of you had your fair and share of the arguments but at the end, you always knew that he'd still come back home- come back home to you. He thought that it's unfair for you to pull that kind of treatment when he thought he's finally getting you, as you turn the tables around, it's him who'd be silently begging.

Gin isn't aware of this situation nor the other's, Hirotsu is somewhat suspicious and so is Kouyou.

Higuchi.

She cannot get the fact that the two of you are together now, yet still tried to pry sometimes because she definitely sees what you are doing to her Akutagawa-senpai. She want to speak about this to anyone else but ended up being silenced by you everytime, so to put this from the top, you are an enemies that always exchanges a death glare to one another. Some may tell Higuchi that she should just let go of Akutagawa because he's ALREADY with you. Of course she couldn't be able to tell the actual reason why you two kept on exchanging death glares, even if she's the misfit of the Port Mafia, you will still drove her away no matter how valuable she is to Mori's assets.

You had enough with her, sure even if you do such a thing to Akutagawa most of the times with those 'Dazai Treatment' you still give him those kisses and cuddles, those soft moments he deserved to earn from you and YOU ONLY. NOT. HER. NOT. H I G U C H I. Not anybody else. A little set up frame wouldn't hurt him, of course based on his actions towards to Higuchi you definitely think that it was a right choice, he shouldn't care about her other than you, you are his love, someone he should look up to.

On the following day where the two of you headed to the Headquarters, Gin immediately informed you two that Higuchi has been temporarily suspended due to the accusations that is actually true, that she has been making some shady deals to some other organisation but all thanks to you, the deal has been revoked- Mori decided not to punish Higuchi with those severe brutal methods for now, and for some reasons.

You had a short talk with Gin for a short bit, you wouldn't want his little sister to suspect anything about you two, do you? She even said that maybe you were the one who can thaw his frozen lakes on his heart or even have him to learn and love such a things, and she was even grateful that you did get to be with him after going a few trial that Gin attempted to put you through of course.

After Gin had went away, Akutagawa stood silent before you while only staring at you, who was bidding your goodbye at her as you eventually caught his gaze - the two of you agreed to not display a affections on the public because the two of you had some reputation. Only few of the others know that you are officially together, though Akutagawa was bothered by... Something, there is something unsettling about you for a odd reasons and why he's all acting this way towards to y—

"Yoohoo? You've been staring at me for a long time now. Is there something on my face?" You spoke with a low- soft voice since it was just the two of you in the lounge at the moment, as he abruptly looked away and scoffed.

"Always been so casual when it comes to these kind." Or so he commented while beginning to walk away, with you catching up to his side while chuckling. "That's you, not me. Who wouldn't worry about Higuchi disappearing? I know she doesn't like me but can't you at least show some concern?"

Oh, you already know the answer while feeding him with such a innocent questions, feigning it while it is full of irony and hate, it wasn't hard for you to ask someone who can make a mask that is identical to Higuchi plus it's voice changer, have someone take photos of the imposter and send it to you afterwards after paying them- and your favorite stage play is when you, reporting this to Mori regarding to her behavior which he didn't have to bought it at first because of the loyalty she had, till you showed those photos to him and had it reconsidered.

Nonetheless, Akutagawa only gave you a temporary silence again before speaking; "Why should I? I could finally have some less nuisance to deal with."

He's right, both of you had a less nuisance to deal with. While you take care all of the others who dares to oppose you and your love for your dearest, even if he can be so rash and mean, you will always give him that one treatment to make him all act up again.

Chuuya Nakahara

To start with this, the boss of the Port Mafia- Mori Ougai. He took you in when he found you as the only sole survivor o- no, correction, when one of the thugs held you as a hostage because of your ability. Now he pretty much took you in, introduced you to Kouyou first since the other 'Executives' are busy at the moment, you did not complain.

Despite your condition, you were definitely a troublemaker that already broke something on accident, on your first day too. So to be spared by the scary guys you had to behave around WHENEVER Kouyou is around, despite her assuming about your behavior(although you ended up getting scolded by her at the very end of the day, much to say she will teach you some manners and... antics.) the moment you settled yourself in the Port Mafia.

Day two, Kouyou agave you a tour around in the headquarters yesterday and had led you to your very own apartment(by yours truly, Port Mafia's enterprise.) which you have been asked to meet with her up once more, regarding to the introduction of this two individuals that goes by 'Osamu Dazai' and 'Chuuya Nakahara'. To you, those names didn't mattered to you at first because you'd be working for them in any way. Which, you were wrong. You found both of them to be annoying- yet fun to mess around with, mainly with Chuuya.

Several years after after Dazai's defection, it deeply affected this little pipsqueak right here and it still did, maybe you reminded Dazai a little bit too much so you decided to 'change' your behavior a little bit. Not just a bit, to be honest. All you know is that you were only having fun, not caring anything else aside from works and all - you we're irresponsible little shit that Chuuya always had to babysit as well, you and Dazai to say at least but now you adapted to be more responsible and caring for the poor darling of yours. He doesn't need more headaches now, does he?

Spoiling you rotten with his filthy Executive payments... Those expensive jewelries or items that you wanted, of course there are some times that you refused- he didn't understand why you would but instead you were rather shy about it and wishes that you could do the same(buy those expensive stuffs for him).

"Loving me is already enough."

That. Sentence. Kept on repeating on your head like a broken records that has been forgotten for about centuries? That won't matter, it sounded sweet to your ringing. You could even give the entire galaxy just for him and his happiness it should be just you, only you and him.

He's perfect, in every way. You will become god and reshape everything else in case if he was ever wrong- you'll make it right for him. His backstory, the Arahabaki. He deserves something better which is YOU. You trust him enough to not flirt with some other girls, have him always message you if he's gonna come home late(because of his responsibilities as a Executive) or about the mission, his words were always true and you know that because you kept a hidden tracker somewhere on his hat. Though, there was a time where he forgot to message you, hells was on a loose and you attempted to track him down with those tracking device of yours? You overthinked that he was hanging out with some other people other than yourself yet it was just him handling another mission. Once he returned home, he wasn't exactly in a best mood when you tried to confront him about the whole thing- making you "worried sick" about him as the argument ensues.

It was rather cold for the both of you, and you absolutely despises it. With both of your backs facing eachother's, with the two of you eating some lunch and breakfast either seperated or in silence because none of you are trying to talk about it. At. All. This tension was suffocating you so badly- if the two of you wasn't so stubborn enough this would've been prevented, perhaps another safety precautions should be added to this when he is going out and forgot to tell you.

Well, today is the day that you planned to get your loving darling back in your arms- in your embrace. You were planning to get that one expensive wine, he has a dozen collection of some wines but you were sure that in his penthouse, he didn't had this one brand just yet, maybe get back home early and cook him something he likes while preparing for you apology speec—

All of your thoughts was dropped when you were walking down on this one corridor, saw him talking to one of the people- they dare to make him smile instead of you doing it? It should have been you. We're you not enough? All you did for him was not enough? For your darling? You should've had resorted to doing this one severe method that you had planned on doing so for a very long time ago, anything to oppose that is a threats to your relationships. You stood there for a brief second not realizing that you both if your fists were clenched closed, harshly enough with both of your nails sunken in your skin before you had to cut your line of thoughts here, you didn't want to bother your lovely for now as you retreated back to your respective office, waited for the day before heading home.

You got home early- the others questioned you why? That's because you forgot there's this one "personal" thing you had to deal with back home and you need to have it fixed asap, luckily Mori let you go home early and so. What's the personal problem if you may ask? This one PERSON that took away all of the things you needed to do for Chuuya, your honey- your darling. You wouldn't let them just take away that genuine smile off him without your permission at all, absolutely not and you aren't going to accept it.

These vicious thoughts that flooded your mind isn't very nice of it, but it has been disposed by you, the one and only. You waited for this one particular person to head out of the headquarters that made your man laughed- it was rather a poisonous thought, you don't want to think about it again and now that you took them down, putted a super glue both on his mouth and nostrils while you tied him up— you took this one scoop, without any mercy at all you dugged the scoop inside of his eyes despite the person's screams muffled in agony, have it scooped it out of their system one by one before leaving them from one of the abandoned alleyway.

Oh those scene kept on repeating and repeating as you prepared the dishes, that juicy beef steak with a little bit of gourmets on it and had the wine prepared till you heard a wooden crack coming from the entrance, with both of your eyes lit up upon his prescence. Without any hesitation you headed to the front- you greeted him with a simple "welcome back" while getting the other stuff aside from his, now puzzled by your actions as you led him to the room, feeling a little bit fishy about your behavior for some reasons. But he still didn't gave you any attention or spoke with you at all

Playing hard to get now? You let go of his shoulder before heading to the kitchen, now unable to fully face him with your head looking down to the ground. Letting out a sigh of regret.

"I'm sorry, baby. I know it was an ass of me to push your buttons from that time so I wanted to make things up now." You rose your head up and whirled your whole body to him, with your gaze softened with a solemn regret that pleas for his forgiveness. Though, who is he exactly to decline this now- all of his loved one's set up, all he could do for now was to lower his gaze with both of his brows frowning. "No, I should be the one sorry for yelling." He tried to reason back at you, perfect. You made him say what you wanted him to say now. Even just by apologizing he does it so well, so perfectly.

"Don't be, it's understandable." A weak laughter came out from your mouth before approaching him and gave him a little smooch on his cheeks- you're making him tempted. He definitely missed this kind. "Although, perhaps you should go take a shower first, I already set the bathtub for you there." Again, you snuck another kiss but this time it's on his lips, he returned it back though and all he said was "Alright, I'll be back in the kitchen for about a minute doll" before heading up to the stairs, you your shared bedroom to go ahead and change now.

He still isn't aware. You're willing to do all of the dirty works to keep his image clean.

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hey!! how you're doing? :)

for the little thingy of sending a title: i don't know if it inspires you, but what about 'stupid cupid'? with sunghoon or jay? (actually, any member you judge fitting hehe)

thank you, have a nice day 🌸

Title: Stupid Cupid

Member: Jay

Warnings: unedited, writer hasn't written in a while

Hi!! Thank you for requesting! I apologize that this took so long, and it isn't my best work, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Valentine's Day was never your favourite. It was always just another day for you. Even when you were younger, you never did anything to celebrate Valentine's Day. You were that kid in the back of the class watching everyone else trade candies and little mass-produced cards. You never minded being the only one to not receive a gift, you didn't understand why the day was so special anyway. Your streak of never receiving a gift lasted long past elementary school and into high school. You used to watch how the people you grew up with slowly stopped giving gifts to everyone and instead gave a gift to that one particular person of theirs. In this way, you were always the first to know who liked who. The public gift-giving diminished as you entered college. You were sure everyone was making grand-er gestures for their s/o's now, like dates or something too big to shove into a locker or a pocket. That's what your roommate told you, anyway.

But Valentine's Day is a day, right? Not the whole month? So why is there a box of chocolate in your locker on the first of February? You find a small slip of paper with a single word on it. "I'm". You glance around the crowded hallway in search of a culprit, but there's no way to tell. You spend the rest of your day on edge, looking for anyone who could be responsible, but like usual, no one even looks your way.

There's a small stuffed animal in your locker the next day, holding another slip in its paw. "making". Do the notes go together? "I'm making"? Making what? You tape the two notes to the door of your locker.

Another gift shows up the next day, the day after that, and the day after that. Slowly but surely, the message gets longer and longer.

I'm Making Up For All The Times I Was Scared To Give You

On the 14th day, you opened your locker to a note, but no gift. You tape the last word onto the locker door. "Gifts". Right as you closed the door, a little disappointed about the lack of gift, there's a tap on your shoulder. You're met with a bouquet of flowers as you turn. You can't help but smile slightly, then you look up at the hesitant face gazing back at you. The boy looks familiar, dark hair, sharp jawline... he sounds even more familiar as the words tumble out of his mouth before he seems to be able to stop himself.

"Um, I'm Jay..." He clears his throat as he flushes red. "I know this is a really weird way to do this but- we've gone to school together for ages, and I mean ages, we were even in the same pre-k class, and um, I've had a crush on you for a very long time. I've been wanting to talk to you for years now, but I know you have a 'stupid cupid' stance when it comes to this stuff. Regardless of that, I've decided to just suck it up and ask you out so... give me a chance?"

You can't help but laugh softly at the stuttering boy in front of you, watching as the tips of his ears turn red. You take the flowers from him and do your best to offer him a comforting smile. You take a deep breath yourself in order to gather your thoughts, then nod.

"Alright, Cupid, what do you have in mind?"

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I'm also a mod of Yakko's Ball Pit, an Animaniacs Discord server. Currently invite-only.

Asks

My ask box is always open! I'm always happy to talk about Animaniacs. You can ask me about anything, even if it's not Animaniacs related. I won't guarantee that I'll answer all of them, though.

I am not currently taking requests.

What I encourage you to ask about:

-Anything related to Animaniacs (especially the Warners)

-Animaniacs lore or theories

-Animaniacs fanfiction

-Animaniacs behind-the-scenes

-My fanfiction: I would be overjoyed if anyone wanted to talk about behind-the-scenes stuff, the process of writing, my WIPs, or anything related to my work. If you have any comments or criticisms, generally or about a specific fic, please send them in. I posted a full list of my current WIPs a bit ago, but it was at the bottom of a really long reblog chain, so I know most of you never saw it. I will repost that list at the bottom of this post and keep it updated. Please feel free to ask about any of them.

-Stuff about writing in general. I don't consider myself to be some guru of writing, I think my writing is fairly basic actually, but if you do want to know more about the writing process or want advice from me, I will provide it.

-Any of my posts here on Tumblr

What I encourage you not to ask about: (If you violate these guidelines, I probably won't respond)

-Your OCs or heavily-OC-related content. I have no problem with OCs, but I'm just not very interested in researching specific original characters that I'm probably not familiar with for the purpose of an ask. If I wouldn't be able to understand the context of an ask without being knowledgeable about your OCs, please don't send it.

-Asks that are really just submissions. I don't accept submissions to this blog. If it would work better as a post on your own account, please consider not sending it here.

-NSFW

-Disguised NSFW. I've been on the internet a long time. Don't think you're slick sending your barely-disguised f*tishes to my ask box. I won't respond to them.

-NSFW-adjacent topics, including W*rnercest. I've already stated my views on W*rnercest, and I won't touch the topic further.

-Weird original ships. Weird ships that are widely accepted, like Yax, are fine to ask about. But don't be pestering me with your Minerva Mink x Dr. Scratchansniff headcanons.

-Just don't be weird, please.

Believe it or not, I do have interests other than Animaniacs. I don't plan to ever cover them here, but you can ask about them if you want. If you ask something related to a fandom I'm not familiar with, I probably won't respond. Here is an incomplete list of other things I'm a fan of, followed by my list of WIPs:

My other fandoms:

-Star Wars

-Marvel, especially Spider-Man

-DC, especially Batman

-Vinesauce

-Elder Scrolls and Fallout

-Outer Wilds (not Worlds, though I have played both)

-Hollow Knight

-The Stanley Parable

-Portal

-Gears of War

-Mario (especially Mario & Luigi series and Super Paper Mario)

-Paradox Interactive Games

-History in general

-Indiana Jones

-Pirates of the Caribbean

-American football, especially college

-Other major American sports

-Professional Wrestling (WWE, AEW)

-Spongebob

-Chowder

-Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends

-Misadventures of Flapjack

-Amazing World of Gumball

-Fairly Oddparents

-Courage the Cowardly Dog

-Codename: KND

-Regular Show

-Rick and Morty

-Smiling Friends

-Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

WIPs:

-Christmas 2021

-Coffee

-Highly Classified

-S&S

-Alternate

-Calm

-Coma

-Depression

-Going Back

-Lockdown*

-Morning

-Mother's Day

-Opening the Door

-Past the End

-Stargazing

-Found in Plain Sight

-One More Meeting

-One More Meeting Chapter 2

-Totally Insaney

-Totally Insaney Chapter 2

-Burglar

-Talk

-Goodbye

-Misophonia

-Nightmare

The ones marked with an asterisk are the ones I 100% don't plan to ever release.

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justablah56 · 2 years

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Hey there !!! I'm Aether , it/it's :]

@justahopelessbellusromantic is my a-spec side blog

I also run the @dndadscharacterpolls , so if you're interested in that, go check it out !

Im open to art requests ! I make no promises on how long they'll take me or if I'll do them at all tbh- tho please make sure that it's a character I know , otherwise I wont do it , sorry 😅 I've got a list of fandoms I'm in just below the cut if you want to check and see if I know the character youd like me to draw, or you can ask if youre not sure :]

I have . so many dndads character/ship playlists and if you ever want to see if I have a playlist for smthin I probably do and I WILL send them to you btw <3

this is a notice to every individual who decided to actually read my pinned post , PLEASE FUCK SEND ME CHARACTER RANTS/INFODUMPS I WILL LOVE YOU !! I don't even care if I know the character though I'm sure that will help , I just love listening to people talk about things and if anyone decides they want to spout random headcannons or fun facts or whatever about their blorbo/ship/hyperfixation ? please do !! idc if you decide to do it on anon or whatever , just so long as you know you will lovingly be referred to as *character/ship/thing* anon in my brain <3 and if you're asking off anon I'll probably come up with a talking tag for you eventually unless you give me one to use <333

below the cut is mostly just a guide to all the tags I use in case any of y'all want to know those either to find specific stuff or block specific tags :3

I post mostly dndads, rwd, tma, or just y'know whatever, but I'm also interested in/will post about dvc, dungeon meshi, galavant, love and luck, hohr, tmagp, malevolent, monstrous agonies, tss, furry stuff, tpp, ofmd, stellar firma, wtnv, w359, any Riordanverse books, tdp, Pokemon, good omens, toh, amphibia, gravity falls, de:pp, stranger things, cookie run, A:tla, Steven universe, plus probably a few other assorted fandoms that I can't think of rn :]

all my art is tagged under "my art" , and you are welcome to use my art in edits or as a pfp etc . as long as I'm credited :]

"blah's reblogs" is me rbing my own art/other posts that I probably made at some ungodly hour that I still want to be seen

"just blahs" is my talking tag , and "cookies rambles <3" , "icy asks !" , "silly zilly" , "jay !!" , "hi laurie !!" , and "vik !!" are a few of my friend's talking tags for when they decide to have full conversations in my ask box <3 "tj anon" and "gothweebcleats anon" are exactly what they sound like , beloved anons who occasionally appear to talk about their guys <3

I use the tags "tag games" and "ask games" so if you see some post tagged w that you can probably scroll back through that tag for a minute to see which ask game I'm replying to !

I also tag most art/outfit memes with "art meme" , so if you wanna send me a req please do ! however if I rbed it more than like . a few days before you ask I would like it if you specified which one you're talking abt 😅

"luca my beloved" is the tag for my oc Luca and his partner Mitch, I'm always happy to receive asks abt either of em or outfit suggestions or literally anything tbh dbjdjdjdn I just like thinking abt them and getting questions abt them

"pet posting" is me talking abt my cat and/or dog bcs I love them <3

if you have anything you'd like me to tag , don't hesitate to lmk and I will try my best to make sure to tag it :3

#pinned post #my art #just blahs #blah's reblogs #ask games #tag games #art meme #luca my beloved #pet posting #icy asks !#silly zilly #jay !!#hi laurie !!#vik !!#cookies rambles <3 #tj anon #gothweebcleats anon

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starry-nights-garden · 9 months

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✧ About the writer ✧

✧ salty ✧ she/her ✧ 98-liner ✧ infp ✧ austria ✧ my main is @dive-into-u !! ✧ my bg stan list for anyone who’s interested~

✧ i’m kinda shy and socially awkward, so if i come across as cold i’m just not sure how to express myself… i actually wanna make more friends on here but it takes me a while to warm up to people and to become comfortable!

✧ some of the things i like (other than kpop hehe) are cats, good food, warm hearted people, music, and i’m also very interested in languages, psychology and japanese culture!

✧ i also love talking about fics and writing, and everything that has to do with it~

✧ What I write ✧

fluff, angst, comfort, etc...

drabbles, reactions, scenarios,... sometimes even longer oneshots

sometimes I will also open soft hours for you guys to send me your thoughts!

fem!reader/gn!reader x idol

i also write about poly-relationships

suggestive content will be for 04-liners and older only

✧ What I don't write ✧

idol x idol (unless a reader is involved too)

yandere scenarios

smut - this blog is for sfw works only; I post my mature content over on @sxcret-garden ^^

✧ Request rules ✧

please only send in requests through my ask box and check my masterlist for whether they're currently open or not

please only send me one request at a time/per drabble game, etc...

if you're including prompts in your request, please only add up to two

i tend to write gn!readers the most, but if you want something specific, you can add that to your request~

i will not do every single request i get because i do not have the capacity for that & in general i tend to be a slow writer - i hope you understand^^

requests that do not follow my rules or are sent in while requests are closed will be deleted!

✧ My askbox is always open, so even aside from requests, etc. you can always feel free to come talk to me!! 💛

✧ I try to split my warnings into potential trigger warnings & inclusivity - though I try to be as accurate as I can, it's always possible that I missed a warning. If you feel that that's the case, don't hesitate to let me know and I'll see what I can do^^

✧ As for inclusivity warnings I try to focus on the aspects that I have seen people saying they're upset about the most - like stating if the reader visibly blushes, if they're picked up in the fic, if they're explicitly stated to be smaller or taller than the idol, any specific descriptions about the reader's hair, etc... once again, I might sometimes miss a warning - in that case feel free to let me know and I'll add it! 💛

#about #rules

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sxcret-garden · 9 months

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ღ About the writer ღ

ღ salty ღ she/her ღ 98-liner ღ infp ღ austria ღ my main is @dive-into-u !! ღ my bg stan list for anyone who's interested hehe

ღ i'm kinda shy and socially awkward, so if i come across as cold i'm just not sure how to express myself... i actually wanna make more friends on here but it takes me a while to warm up to people and to become comfortable!

ღ some of the things i like (other than kpop hehe) are cats, good food, warm hearted people, music, and i'm also very interested in languages, psychology and japanese culture!

ღ i also love talking about fics and writing, and everything that has to do with it~

ღ What I write ღ

drabbles, reactions, scenarios,...

i also do mtl's & you guys can send me hard hours!

fem!reader/fem-bodied!reader/gn!reader x idol

i also write about poly-relationships

threesomes are cool too, but I find them challenging to write so you won't see full fics about them on here very often

i write for 03-liners and older!!

ღ What I don't write ღ

idol x idol (unless a reader is involved too)

dubcon, noncon, yandere scenarios (dubcon is okay if it's a demon!AU or smth)

extremely sadistic doms

certain kinks i don't vibe with (daddy/mommy kink (slowly becoming okay with those so it's case by case), anything about feet, piss, spit, etc...) but otherwise I'm pretty open to most things^^

ღ Request rules ღ

i will answer most asks i get as hard hours

you can send me your thoughts or ask me about my thoughts on something!!

i also do reactions, mtl's,...

if i feel particularly inspired by an idea i'll turn it into a full drabble~

please only send in requests through my ask box & check my masterlist to see whether they're currently open or not

when i do a drabble game i will obviously try to write all requests in a full fic - but i can't guarantee that i can do every single request i get for those

please only send me one request at a time!

if you want, you can specify whether you want a female, fem-bodied (anatomy is described as female but the reader will be referred to in a gender neutral way) or a gn reader - otherwise i tend to write fem-bodied readers the most

requests that do not follow my rules or are sent in while requests are closed will be deleted!

ღ Some more stuff about this blog ღ

ღ My askbox is always open, so even aside from requests, etc. you can always feel free to come talk to me!! 💕

ღ I try to split my warnings into potential trigger warnings & inclusivity - though I try to be as accurate as I can, it's always possible that I missed a warning. If you feel that that's the case, don't hesitate to let me know and I'll see what I can do^^

ღ As for inclusivity warnings I try to focus on the aspects that I have seen people saying they're upset about the most - like stating if the reader visibly blushes, if they're picked up in the fic, if they're explicitly stated to be smaller or taller than the idol, any specific descriptions about the reader's hair, etc... once again, I might sometimes miss a warning - in that case feel free to let me know and I'll add it! 💕

#about #rules

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actiniumwrites · 2 years

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BLOG RULES/ DNI

these rules are in place for both the safety and comfort of me and my followers. if you choose not to follow any of these rules, know that you will likely be blocked.

DO NOT INTERACT:

standard dni rules, pro shipper, ship kaeluc, are only here to hate, etc.

adding onto the previous one since some people get confused, by my definition: a proshipper is someone who ships anything and everything regardless of if it is legal or not. if you fit this definition or have any ships that fit this definition, do not interact with me.

while i cannot control the ages of the people who interact with me, i would prefer it if those under the age of 15 or over the age of 25 do not interact with me (you can read my stuff, just don’t send asks/ dms)

main rules:

I DON’T TAKE REQUESTS. starting november 12th, 2022, i will no longer be taking requests. any requests i receive will be deleted currently not in effect!

don’t spam like. not only is there the possibility of being shadowbanned, but it also clogs up my notifications and can be really annoying. i personally consider spam liking to be around 5+ posts

there will always be content warnings on each and every one of my works. whether it’s just fluff or mentions of something potentially triggering, i’ll always have it in the content warnings (just labeled ‘warnings’). if i ever miss something, don’t hesitate to send me an ask and i’ll fix it

do not trauma dump or dm me with your trauma

do not steal my writing, repost it onto other platforms, or translate it.

lastly, don’t ask to be mutuals. i’ll pretty much only be mutuals with people i’m already following or follow as i discover new accounts i like. but even so, i’m not interested in getting close with people on this app because i’m not comfortable with it. liking posts and interacting with one another is fine, but dms and getting personal is a no for me. i don’t mind being tagged!

if you’ve been blocked by me, i don’t mind answering why. just shoot me an ask off anon and i’ll let you know (privately of course). however, most likely, you made me uncomfortable

my ask box rules:

i usually answer any asks

brainrots, random questions, jokes, etc. are welcome!! i love interacting with people, as long as it isn’t super personal or negative !

don’t send requests if i say they’re closed

hate will not be tolerated

as i said previously, don’t trauma dump or send me personal stuff

i’m always open to answering any questions as long as they’re respectful

please don’t discuss ships with me. i’m not a person that’s big on ships and i only have a few characters i actually ship in the game — which is pretty much just eimiko, beigguang, and eulamber

things i don’t write:

these are a list of characters i write for. i don’t write for anybody not on that list. however, it does get edited as new characters get released or i change my mind, but other than that it doesn’t change much.

nsfw/ suggestive/ smut/ yandere/ sagau/isekai/ mafia au/ idol au

character x character or character x oc

i’ll never write in third or first person. my works will always be in second person.

anything that demonizes a character (examples include: making a character racist, homophobic, a sexual assaulter, any form of abusive, etc). i have indeed come across fics like that and i do not think that is okay in any way, shape, or form.

personalized reader (in other words: no specific race, gender, or personal looks so that this stays blank for anyone to read). all of my works will always be gender neutral readers.

triggering topics such as suicide, self harm, eating disorders, sexual assault, pregnancy, etc.

specific mental disorders or other medical issues. i don't want to accidentally mess up on portraying a specific disorder so i'm just not comfortable writing them. i am okay with things like anxiety though

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tbyfandoms · 2 years

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❀ Request Form ❀

Hello everyone! This is a form for anyone who wants to request a fic. It’s going to tell you all you need to know in order to request, but if you have any questions please don’t hesitate to send me an ask or dm me!

Where can I request?

You can request in my ask box here, or you can dm me directly! (Although I do prefer the ask box)

What can I request?

Currently I only write reader insert (y/n) fics, so keep in mind all requests will be turned into that form of writing! In regards to pronouns, I typically only write with she/her, but I have written with gender neutral pronouns before and have no problem doing that if you request it that way!

I write for anyone mentioned in my masterlist, but I’m also open to writing for other people/characters, just let me know who it is you want a fic for and I’ll let you know if I can do it!

I’ll accept any ideas and prompts (within reason) except for smut. I can write it leading up to smut, but won’t write the actual smut part, sorry! (This may change in the future, though). If I’m uncomfortable with a request/prompt or feel I won’t be able to do it justice, I will let you know upfront!

If you’d like to request a fic based off a song, those are welcome as well! Just include the song and artist in the message (along with the other request requirements) and I can write something based off that song, or you can tell me what you want the fic to include specifically

Disclaimer:

PLEASE keep in mind when requesting that there is no guarantee it will be written within a timely manner. Due to my life outside of tumblr, I have no set days of uploading and cannot promise a certain publication date to anyone!

I will always do my best to fulfill a request within a timely manner, but sometimes it’s just not possible. Majority of the requests I get will be kept for future writing, especially if I’m in the middle of other requests or personal pieces that I’ve already started. So please keep in mind that I will most likely write all requests sent to me, they will just be in my ask box until I complete and publish them! Once the fic is complete, I will answer the ask and link the published fic. If I choose to not fulfill a request, I will dm you asap! Please don’t assume just because I haven’t answered your request yet that that means I won’t be writing it. I just like to keep all requests in my inbox so I can go back to them as needed until I publish!

I can’t stress this enough because I would hate to lead someone to believe they will immediately have their request written and published! I never want to trick or misinform anyone.

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mackenzielovee · 3 years

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Hi, I loved crazy love. Literally I become obsessed, so I was wondering if you could write something about them when they are moving to their new apartment near to college and both of their families are helping them to have everything in order, but Rafe only want them to leave to be all alone with you in their new home. Maybe a little bit of smut?

a/n: this idea had my heart bc i'd really been wanting to write something like this ;) i hope you enjoy! thanks so much for the request!

Warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of planned pregnancy, discussion of sex

crazy love masterlist

my writing

our home: crazy love blurb - rafe cameron

"No, no a little to the left. Ward, are you listening to me?"

You sigh as you set the very last box down on the kitchen counter, stealing a glance at Rafe, who is sitting on your new couch. His head is in his hands as he listens to his parents bicker back and forth, trying to hang up the painting they had bought the two of you. Rose had gushed over it when she bought it, telling you it would match the rest of your decor perfectly.

"Of course, darling. You're talking loud enough," Ward gripes, shifting the painting to the left as Rose demands.

"Oh, come on, now. Back over to the right-"

"It's straight!" Rafe raises his voice, standing up from the couch.

You inhale sharply and step into the living room of your new apartment, wrapping an arm around him to try and calm him down. Ever since his parents and Wheezie arrived with the moving truck to help you both, he's been on edge. When your parents showed up with Macy, you thought he was about to go into cardiac arrest.

"Actually, I think it might just be straight," Rose nods, "Good eye, Rafe."

"Thanks so much," he remarks sarcastically.

"Hey," you whisper to him, trying to tell him to quit being mean to his step-mom, "They're here to help, remember?"

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I could do this shit myself."

"Because you're such a handy man?" you snort.

Rafe clenches his jaw as he looks down at you, but can't help the smirk on his face. He pulls you closer to him, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Where did Macy and Wheezie go? They should start on those kitchen boxes," Rose tells Ward, stepping away from her husband to look for them.

"We can handle the kitchen boxes," Rafe tells her.

"Y/N?" Rose looks to you for a final answer.

You glance up at Rafe only for a second, noting the look on his face, then nod your head in agreement.

"I like the kitchen organized a certain way, anyway," you tell her with a smile.

She nods her head, "All right. Ward and I can start on your sheets-"

"Y/N's parents are taking care of that," Rafe informs her.

Wheezie and Macy come tumbling into the front door, running past all of you and into your bedroom with your parents.

"What the hell are those two up to?" Ward questions.

Wheezie and Macy have become as thick as thieves, the best of friends, over the summer. One day, you'd shown up at Rafe's only to find your sister in her kitchen with Wheezie, baking away. Ever since then, you and Rafe have had to be extra quiet upstairs.

Rose and Ward step toward your bedroom as well, which is down a small hallway just off the kitchen. Rafe grabs your hand and yanks you with him, following the crowd of people.

"Can everyone get out of our bedroom, please?" Rafe grumbles, standing behind his father and watching your parents finish up making your bed.

Your parents had not been crazy about you and Rafe living together right as you both make the transition to college. You had cried, begged, threatened to not go to school, and even dragged Rafe over for a family dinner so all of you could talk the situation out. You'd never seen Rafe's face so red as the night he had to sit at a dinner table and discuss with your father how the two of you would be sleeping in the same bed.

When your parents found out that the Camerons would be financing your rent bill, however, the living situation had changed. Your parents hadn't realized how expensive dorm living is, and the thought of not having to pay for housing on top of tuition sounded like a dream come true.

Which is how you land in your new, empty kitchen, trying to hold Rafe back from killing every family member the two of you currently have within arms reach.

"It's quarter to three," your dad tells your mother over your bed.

"Macy," your mom speaks, "Get your stuff, honey. We have to get going."

"Yeah," Rafe perks up, earning the attention of his parents, "You guys should get moving, too. Y'know, lots of traffic, and Wheezie's got that thing early in the morning."

Wheezie opens her mouth to speak, but stops suddenly when Rafe gives her the death stare. She looks to you, to which you just shrug, and then turns back to her parents.

"What thing?" Rose asks her. Ward's phone buzzes in his pocket, earning his attention.

"Uh," Wheezie hesitates, looking to Rafe once more.

"Girl scout meeting," Rafe blurts.

You cover your face with your free hand to try and prevent Rose from seeing your laughter. You truly have no idea where Rafe gets this idea that Wheezie is old enough to be in girl scouts. Wheezie narrows her eyes at him, shaking her head slightly.

"Girl scout?" Rose questions to herself, still trying to figure it out when Ward speaks up, eyes still glued to his phone.

"Wheezie, get your stuff. You won't want to be tired in the morning at your meeting."

Wheezie rolls her eyes but does as she's told, making her way out of your bedroom and down the hall to collect her things in the living room.

"Seriously, Rafe?" she hisses, "Girl scouts? I'm fourteen-"

"Shut up, Wheeze," Rafe says back to her through gritted teeth.

Wheezie turns to you, "He's your problem, now."

"Oh, boy, do I know it," you tease Rafe, smiling with Wheezie. She laughs, but it's short lived when Rafe shoves her away.

"Get your shit," he mutters.

"Stop it," you demand, stepping in front of him and holding onto his forearms as they are wrapped around your waist.

The one thing you love about Rafe more than anything is how he always shows affection to you, even if your parents or his parents are around. He just doesn't seem to care about anyone except you.

"I want them to go," he defends himself, keeping his voice quiet, "I just want to be alone with you. In our home. I didn't realize that was such a difficult request."

You smile up at your fussy boy, dragging one hand up to his face to stroke his cheek. You can faintly hear your families moving around the two of you, but you're too lost in your own little world to think too much about it.

"Be patient," you whisper to him.

He smirks, "Will you make it worth my while?"

You give him back the same look, loving the way he smirks at you and allows his eyes to rake over every inch of your face and torso. It takes everything in him not to just grab you by the throat and kiss the hell out of you, only controlling himself because your dad is ten feet away.

"Don't I always?"

Rafe groans, trying his best to keep his composure. He has to close his eyes as he continues to whine, knowing that if he keeps looking at you, he'll be hard in no time.

"All right," Rafe says loudly, tugging himself away from you, "Thanks for coming, everyone, but we have a lot to unpack here. Dad, Rose, Wheezie, I'll show you to the door."

You snicker as you watch him attempt to lead his confused family out the door. You turn to your own family, giving hugs and promising to call whenever you can. Rose refuses to leave without giving you a hug, which pisses Rafe off, as he's gotten Ward and Wheezie out successfully and only needs one more.

Rose promises to send flowers, one that match the color scheme of course, and tells you she'll call you to check on Rafe, since he doesn't bother to return her calls. You give Wheezie a hug and give Ward a polite smile and wave from the doorway.

The second they're all out the door, Rafe slams the door shut and locks it before any of them can decide they forgot something.

"Ah, free at last," you joke.

Rafe turns around, licking his lips as he thinks about how you two finally have an empty house and he has you all to himself. No distractions, no parents, no little sisters listening intently at the door for secrets and drama. He eyes you up and down once, and when he brings his blue orbs to meet yours again, you know what he's thinking.

"Come here," he demands, but he can't help himself.

That boy rushes over to you, pushing you up against the wall in the entryway of your new apartment, kissing you as if his life depends on it. You accept his kiss without a second thought, allowing your hands to wrap themselves around his neck.

"Up," he mutters against your lips, hands guiding themselves to your waist as you jump up and let him position himself in between your legs, wrapping them around his torso.

He moves his kisses to your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck, while his hands relentlessly roam your ass.

"Rafe," you say, tilting your neck to give him more space.

"Hmm," he hums against your skin, not stopping or slowing down for anything.

"I really do have to unpack the kitchen if you want to eat dinner tonight," you tell him, although you're fully aware he would never set you down for anything right now.

"Not hungry."

"Rafe-"

"I think," he stops you, wet kisses trailing your collarbone, "We should fuck everywhere. Y'know, break the place in."

Even though you two have been together for a while, him saying things like that to you always seems to send tingles through your whole body. He always knew what to say, what to do, to get you riled up in all the right ways.

"That would take us all night," you whisper, smirking because you already know what he's going to say.

"Fine with me, baby."

You smile, then reach down and grab ahold of his cheek with your hand. You lead his lips back to yours, kissing him harder than you had been before. He moans into your mouth and you know you have him right where you want him now.

"Kitchen first?" he questions, breathless, "Or should we mess up that pretty little bed your parents just made up?"

The raspiness in his voice gets you going, enough for him to notice you squirming in his grip. He grins, knowing exactly what it is you need.

"Kitchen," you tell him, watching as he barely nods before he kisses you again, carrying you over and setting you on the counter.

With ease, he removes your shorts and underwear, dropping his own shorts to the floor beneath him. He kicks all of the clothes away, knowing the two of you won't be needing them for a very long time.

"I can't wait, baby," he mumbles, excusing his lack of foreplay.

You shake your head, and he already knows you don't mind based on the way you're dripping onto the granite, "Please, Rafe."

He smirks and then grunts as he enters you, breathing out a sigh of relief that you two are finally home.

By the time you and Rafe even make it to your bedroom, he has to carry you because your legs can't physically function anymore. Rafe's proud of his work, but pretended to pout when he finished you off on the couch and you told him you needed a break.

He lays you down on your new, freshly made bed, moving the pillows out of your way and tucking you underneath the duvet. He climbs in beside you and molds you into his body almost instantly, inhaling your shampoo scent and perfume, thinking about how perfect this moment truly is.

"I can't believe it," he whispers.

"I know."

"Our home."

"Yes, it is."

You two lay there for a while, staring out at the tens of boxes that have each of your names written on them, just begging to be unpacked. You're sure Rafe's boxes will still be sitting there in two weeks, as he had packed a separate duffle bag of his 'essential' belongings.

"You know," he starts after a while, a devious smirk finding it's way to his cheeks, "The next big step is having a mini you. Or a mini me. But, I'd rather have a mini you."

"We just moved into our college apartment and you're talking about impregnating me," you laugh, as if to ask him if he's serious.

"She'll be so cute," he goes on, "A little girl that looks just like you. And she'd have your smarts, thank God, because she'd be screwed with mine. But she'd have my humor, of course."

"Of course?" you tease him.

"And then we'll have a boy."

"Wow, Rafe Cameron, you really just have this all figured out," you move your head up to look at him, noting the small, cheesy smile plastered across his face.

"I do, baby. He'll be a hellion, though. Never listening, always running away, but a total momma's boy. Never wants you to leave his side-"

"So, just like his dad, then?" you grin, watching Rafe clench his jaw and shake his head.

"Break's over," he grunts, rolling you on your back and climbing on top of you, "We're trying, now."

"No, we're not," you say forcefully.

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I'm joking. We'll wait until, like, junior year or something."

"Rafe."

"Fine. But the second you walk across that stage with your diploma, I'm putting a baby in you."

"Deal."

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Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, voyeurism/exhibitionism, slight stalking, masturbation, naughty talk.

This is dark!(camboy!)Andy Barber. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your guilty pleasures becomes and all too real terror.

Note: I split this into two because it kept stretching on and on ahah. But I hope you’re ready for a creepy ass camboy.

Thank you so much for your patience! And support!!

As always, if you are so inclined, please like, reblog, and comment. <3

You could blame your break-up or the pandemic but you were just lonely. Besides, Cam left you a year ago and the quarantine was long over. It seemed the whole word had moved on except you.

You always got that fluttery feeling when you opened up the tab and typed in the address. You keyed in your username and password and that moment of shame and guilt quickly passed. Men did this all the time so what was the big deal? You had the money and time to waste on the shallow release.

You scrolled through the active rooms and found ‘SuitNTie80’. There were a few times you tried other rooms but you quickly left, always keeping to your comfort zone, not that you were ever very comfortable. There was that shadow of guilt that lingered after but you learned to live with it.

You sat up and leaned on your arm as you watched the window load and the chat popped up first on the side. You were desensitized to the image of the naked body, the large hand around the thick shaft, stroking and teasing as he issued intoxicating groans. You piled your pillows behind you and bent your legs as you watched lazily.

You were mostly quiet but you were there at least twice a week. You didn’t have much to say in the text box and the thought of a private voice chat was too intimidating for the price. You sent your donations and went on your way once you got yours.

You tickled your leg as your eyes clung to the hair along his muscled chest and stomach, his thick thighs bent and bulging as he gripped his dick firmly. He was huge, not that you were ever a size queen, but it was a nice escape, a careless fantasy. It wasn’t hurting anyone to look.

You hummed and reached for your vibe. You leaned back and teased your clit. You got wetter as he moved around and the bold yellow font popped up in the chat box. You hit ‘pay’ and bypassed the tier. The chat dwindled and the muscular body laid back so that his dick stood straight. He continued to play with himself as he pushed his head into the pillow.

You grabbed your dildo and angled it down along your folds. You poked and prodded until you slipped inside just a little. You pulled back and pushed back in until you could take most of it, the vibe still buzzing against your bud.

Another paywall popped up and again you hit the big button and confirmed. You kept the transactions on your credit card and didn’t think much until the statement showed up. Again, the audience dwindled. It was Wednesday, there weren’t as many as the weekends.

You got comfortable again and pumped the toy as you rubbed the stimulator against your clit. You bit your lip and whined, close. The deep voice stopped you.

“Looks like it's just you,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed and kept his hand moving.

You typed a hey into the chat and sent another tip. He smiled, only the bottom half of his face visible, the trimmed beard defined his already sharp jaw. You fell back again as you tried to focus on his hand.

“You’re here a lot, honey,” he purred and rasped as he rolled his palm around his tip, “every week…”

You froze and sat up stiffly, careful not to push the toy deeper.

“You don’t have to be shy,” he cooed, “we can go into a private room.”

You didn’t know what to say. You just wanted to cum and lay down. Forget about another long day back in the office.

“No charge,” he offered, “I’d just like to hear your voice.”

Your fingers tapped noisily over the whir of the toy, ‘why?’

“You’re my most loyal customer,” he slowed his hand, “just curious.”

You just sat there, your heart pounding. You liked not being seen, just watching quietly, just being there in the audience. You were embarrassed he even noticed the frequency of your attendance. You eased the toy out of you as you leaned an arm on your leg. You hovered the cursor over the leave icon.

The invited for a private room popped up and kept you from clicking, “just a few minutes, honey, I’m almost done and I wanna help you finish.”

You bit the inside of your lip and dragged your finger down the trackpad. You hit ‘accept’ and a pop-out window buffered as it requested access to your microphone. You could mute once you were in. You confirmed and the private room loaded. You maximized it and drew your hand back sharply, already regretting the decision.

“How are you doing, honey?” he asked, “anyway you want me?”

You stared at the screen, overwhelmed by the spontaneity and your natural shyness.

“I hear your toy,” he said softly, “why don’t you tell me what you’re playing with?”

You gulped and the mattress spring squeaked as you shifted, “um, I’m okay,” you answered his first question, “how are you?”

“I’m great,” he pushed the camera back and sat so that you could see all of him, “it’s nice to hear the voice behind the name.” His teeth grazed his lip as his muscles tensed and he groaned, “so what do we got, hmm?”

“Er,” you looked down, the toy buzzing against your thigh as you’d let it slip thoughtlessly, “a vibe and... “

“And…” he coaxed, “what else, honey?”

“Um, a dildo?” you said weakly, “erm, yeah.”

“Is it inside you?” he asked.

You choked and tried to smother it. You sniffed and clicked off the toy. “Sorry, I don’t think--”

“I want it inside you, now,” he said firmly as he stroked himself, “I want you to imagine it’s me, that i’m stretching you.”

You gaped at the screen as he watched you expectantly, almost as if he could see you. You always kept your camera covered though so at least he could only hear how clueless you were.

“Turn the vibe back on and put that dick inside of you,” he snarled, “come on, honey, for me.”

“I…” you breathed, “okay…”

You shakily hit the button so it vibed again. You asked yourself what you were doing as you slipped it down against your clit and pushed the dildo into you before it could slip out completely. You squeaked and he growled as his hand sped up.

“Mmm, is it in?” he asked, “all of it?”

“Y-yeah,” you murmured, “as much as… I can.”

You cringed at your own answer and he grinned.

“Oh, you’re tight?” he teased, “sounds like you need to be broken in.” You let out a breath as you sat unmoving, filled but paralysed by the intimacy of the chat, “go on, I wanna hear you, honey. I can’t finish if I can’t hear you.”

You hesitated but laid back against the mountain of pillows. You rolled the vibe flat to your clit and moved the dildo slowly. You quivered as the ripples flowed through you and made your toes curl, your legs splayed wide around your laptop. You can hear how wet you are as instinctively you move the toy faster and moan.

“That’s it, honey,” he cooed, “listen to you, hmm? So we for me…” his voice was a series of gasps as he added lube to his length and sped up, “how close are you?”

“C-close,” you rasped.

“Good, good,” his knuckles turned white as he worked his hand even faster, “I want you to picture me… balls deep… fucking you until your hips hurt… until you can’t walk…”

You let out a pathetic mewl as you fucked yourself harder with the toy, to the point of pain.

“What’s you’re favourite position, honey?” he asked as he used both hands on himself.

“Oh, uh…” you shuddered as you thought, trying to keep the toys in action, “doggy… I think.”

“Mmm, wouldn’t you like me behind you, pounding into that tight little cunt,” he puffed, “I can only imagine how tight you’d squeeze me… the way you’d shake… you think you could take it? Hmm?”

“Y… y… yes,” your voice fizzled out and you let out a strained cry as you came abruptly.

You panted wildly and turned onto your side as you squeezed both toys between your legs and groaned. A grunt brought your attention back to the screen as you twitched. The man cradled his sack as he came and strings spilled from his tip as his voice rumbled from the speakers. He smeared his cum all down his length until he was a mess and let his shoulders fall as he stilled his hand.

“Was that good, honey?” he asked as he looked into the camera.

“Mhmm,” you uttered as you sat up and slid the dildo out, sending a shiver up your spine.

“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” he stood and came closer to the camera, bending so that you could see his face clearly, he was startlingly handsome, “can we do it again?”

“I… don’t know,” you replied as you turned off the vibe and covered yourself as if he could see you, “maybe.”

“You did really well, sweetie,” he smiled, “and I really like your voice.”

“I…” you sniffed and swallowed as you glanced around your dark bedroom. Is this what you’d come to? “I gotta go.”

You hit ‘leave’ and immediately felt awful. As much for leaving him hanging as even indulging in the chat. You rubbed your temples and bent your fingers against your skull as you gripped your head. How sad could your existence be?

📷

The disconnect icon came up and Andy sighed. He closed down the chat and logged out. He sat and cleaned himself, gently as he was overly sensitive from over an hour of stimulation. He enjoyed his little sessions and he made a decent penny, not that he really needed the money. It was more the high than the dollar sign.

He pulled on a loose pair of silk pajama pants and the fabric tickled his tip cloyingly. He closed the lid of his laptop and tidied the room, stripping the bed and putting the plain cotton sheets back on. He sat heavily to catch his breath and leaned back on the heels of his hands.

He always saw her username in the chat when she entered and tipped but she never said anything. He didn’t think much of it, she was just another regular. LacyLilac; it was a cute name. He was just bored and wanted to try something new. It was fun and thrilling and just the sound of her wet cunt made him twitch.

He kept thinking about her voice. He was disappointed she left so quickly. He would’ve liked to talk a little longer but it was just a porn chat after all. What more did they have to say to each other?

He tried to match her voice to a face in his head. She was probably cute; she sounded young. Well, lots of people were younger than him. He was probably one of the oldest cammers on the site.

She was shy though and he liked that. He’d married the outspoken one and he was over it. That turned to shit fast and look where it got him. Alone and pimping himself out for kicks. Yeah, it was fun at first, he liked being watched, it was always a game for him. He used to play with himself at his desk in his office, sometimes the interns caught him but they never said anything. They were too afraid.

That was all gone too. That life was behind him, so far it almost felt like it never happened. He wished it never had; wished he hadn’t wasted the time.

He stood and sighed. He took his laptop from the table and slipped it under his arm. He went downstairs and opened it on the counter. He let the screen saver bounce as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. He popped the cap off with the edge of the granite and watched the little wisp of mist rise from the neck.

He tapped on the pad and scrolled through his activity log. He found her name and clicked on it. Her profile was mostly empty except for the profile pic, a stock photo of lilacs. He got nothing from scrolling up and down the blank fields. Well, he knew a few tricks the cops passed onto him back in the day.

He opened another tab and quickly generated the link. He went back to her profile and clicked the little speech bubble beside her username. He took a moment before he began to type.

‘Hey, honey, I had fun. I hope to see you again on Friday <3. My schedule’s changing soon, you can see it here.’ He attached the link and hit send. He took a swig of the hoppy beer and leaned an elbow on the counter.

All she had to do was click that link, if she didn’t, he’d have to figure something else out. Or maybe just give up.

The computer chirped as a green dot appeared beside her name. She was online. He saw the little eye beside his message and the dots as she typed. She stopped and he waited. Nothing.

He clicked back to the other window and opened up the visitation log for the link. He smiled and took another deep gulp. She’d done it. She tried to use the link and now he could see everything; her IP, her location, her internet provider. It was just enough to work with.

Bing. He switched back over to the chat and finally her response hung beneath his in a bubble.

‘Thx. I’ll try. The link doesn’t work tho.’

He typed with one hand as he finished his beer in sips, ‘sorry, honey. I’ll fix that and send an updated link when I get a chance. Have a good night <3.’

‘Good night,’ she responded and the green dot disappeared.

He set aside his empty bottle and closed the laptop. He was hard again. It didn’t usually happen so soon after a session. It was why he spaced them out. But he was throbbing so violently that just standing straight made him groan.

He gripped the counter and shoved his hand down his pants. He closed his eyes and exhaled as he quaked at his own touch. He thought of her little ‘ums’ and ‘ers’ and the buzz of her toy. Such a shy little thing acting so innocent and yet she was always there, watching him.

Fuck, it wouldn’t take much more. Not as he thought of how she couldn’t even fit the whole toy in her sweet cunt. He would help her with that.

📷

The anomaly soon grew to a habit. The second meeting was just as awkward. You didn’t do private chats, it was just easier to fade into the background, but the third was easier. Despite how your nerves flurried and your hair stood on edge, he made you feel comfortable, made you relax as you neared the tipping point.

That night, you promised him you’d be in the chat but things always went to shit when you had plans. You were almost relieved as your after hours activities were starting to get in the way of your work. You found it hard to focus when he kept sending you messages that filled your burner email.

You sat before the blue-tinted hue of the monitor, your eyes watering as the colours seared into your retinas. The spreadsheet left a template in your vision and you saw the little boxes even as you leaned back and rubbed your eyes. Maybe another hour and you could go and forget about the colour-coded rectangles.

You sighed and took out your phone. You looked out at the pen of cubicles, your small office forgotten in the corner. You handled the numbers and those only mattered when someone needed a new chair or the holiday party was coming near, and those tasks were easier left to the interns.

You yawned and swiveled back and forth in your chair. The little envelope floated in the margin. You dragged down the status bar and hit the icon. Your inbox was filled with alerts to new messages on the chat site. You only had your shell email account attached to your phone and kept to incognito mode on your laptop.

Only Lucy was still around and she was having a loud phone call on speaker a few offices down. She basically lived at her desk and served as a harbinger of your future. You opened a private window and signed in. You went to your profile and checked the blinking message box.

‘Hey, starting soon.’

‘On live now!’

‘Where are you, honey?’

‘About to go private.’

The last message was a sad-looking emoji and you shook your head. This was why you needed to stop. It felt special at first to be noticed, to feel wanted even if you were just a money sign, but it was growing exhausting. You hardly even enjoyed it anymore, you were just there to get off and get it over with.

‘Srry, caught up at work. Not going to make it tn.’

You hit send and blacked out your phone. You went back to the lifeless excel columns and compared it with the garbled mess corrupted on the second monitor. You told Stuart over and over to eject it properly and didn’t understand how the file hadn’t been uploaded to the company cloud. You shuffled through your papers and shrugged it off. No use being angry, no one cared.

Your phone vibed again. You ignored it and kept typing, looking through reports by the month as you keyed in numbers. A year's worth of tracking all down the drain. Buzz, buzz, buzz. Your phone wouldn’t stop.

You opened up your phone and went back to the private window. ‘You couldn’t tell me earlier?’ ‘Hello?’ ‘What did I do, honey?’

The messages came close together and you looked over at the log. His chat had gone inactive; it was early. You were slightly addled and confused by that.

‘It’s work. I haven’t had a chance. Can’t talk. Logging off. See you Friday.’ You hit the arrow and excited the window.

You dropped your phone face down and hung your head back in exasperation. Your guilty pleasure was becoming a second job. The guy had enough viewers, he could hardly be missing your wallet that much. It was starting to get weird and you weren’t so sure you were going to tune in that Friday, you might be better off to catch up on your sleep.

📷

You kept your laptop off on Friday and opted instead to catch up the latest episodes of your favourite trash tv. The week was long enough to have you dozing off by the second episode and you woke early on Saturday, feeling more groggy than refreshed. Even so, you had two days to yourself.

Two days to catch up with your personal life. You went to the kitchen and used the last of the coffee. And the cream. Time for a shop. Well, you could still make a fun day out of it. There was a café in the same plaza as the grocery store so you could stop in and pretend like you were enjoying your time off with whatever specialty flavour they offered that day.

You didn’t get out before noon as you dragged your feet. Your mind kept drifting to your claustrophobic office and the migraine-inducing spreadsheets. You tried not to, fought your own mind as you steered into the parking lot, but you knew you had another week of bullshit awaiting you.

You grabbed a cart and made your rounds of the aisles, sighing as you waited on octogenarians to decide on a grain of bread. You hurried to check-out before you could get caught behind another dawdler and paid, piling your goods in your cart impatiently. You rolled out the lot and filled your trunk, pushing the cart back to the receptacle with the rest.

You hit the lock button on your keys and headed to the cafe. You eyed the strawberry and cream latte on the board as you stood in line. A deep voice drew your attention from the menu and your heart stuttered as you looked at the man at the till. It couldn’t be.

You got a better look at his face as he eyed the desserts in the glass case and pointed to the one he wanted. How in the fuck? The world couldn’t be that small. You tucked your chin down as your cheeks burned. You could only think about the image of him, or really his more intimate parts, and his low moans.

He swiped his card and moved along the counter. You stood frozen, not moving until the person behind you told you it was your turn. You apologized and moved up to the till. You stammered out your order and fumbled with your wallet, keeping your head down as you paid.

You kept your distance as you moved to wait in the corner until your turn at the window was called. You stared at the floor and tried to dissipate into the air as you pondered just leaving without your drink. When your name rang in your ears, you stepped up without look and collided with another.

“Oh, sorry,” the familiar voice made your eyes round, “shoot.”

You winced and pulled your shirt away from your chest as the hot coffee seeped down your front. You shook out the fabric and shook your head.

“It’s fine, I-- I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you dared to look up at him, unsurprised by your luck, “I hope I didn’t, er, spill too much.”

“I’m more worried about burning you,” he said, “you sure you’re alright?”

“Fine,” you repeated curtly and stepped around him, “really.”

You grabbed the paper cup and spilled even more hot liquid onto your fingers in your urgency. When you turned back the man was just ahead of you and he waited as he held the door for you. You ducked your head down as you passed him and thanked him with a mumble.

“No problem,” he said as he dropped the door.

You stepped off the curb and almost tripped. You didn’t look back as you rushed over to your car and searched for your keys in your pockets. You hit the button and quickly opened the door and flopped into the seat, placing your cup in the holder as more foam and espresso spilled from under the lid.

You hung your head back and sighed. You cringed and wanted to scream. You gripped the steering wheel and shook the whole car in your tantrum. As if your life couldn’t get worse. You were just one disaster after the other.

You wiped your hand on your jeans and started the car. Oh well, a forgettable slip-up. You wouldn’t remember it next week and he likely wouldn’t either. He didn’t even know who you were. Didn’t know you were one of the perverts watching him on their screen as they sat in the dark, lonely and desperate.

You pulled out of your spot and steered between the rows as you neared the exit. Fuck, you thought to yourself, you probably paid for that coffee. Ugh, why were you doing this to yourself? Making yourself feel worse and for what? He put himself on the internet, you were just supporting him.

“Just shut up,” you said to your inner voice as you turned out into traffic, “just stop.”

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