#but let me know if you'd rather a different scenario !

[animeyanderelover]

Since you're starting JJK, can you do the sleeping with a yandere ask for Yuuji, Sukuna, Megumi, Nanami, Gojo and characters of your choice?

I’ll be going on a vacation during my holidays so expect little to no updates from me then. Those sleeping habits that are what I imagine those characters to be like, by the way.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationship, toxic relationship, obsession, possessive behavior, delusion, clinginess, abduction

Sleeping with a Yandere

Itadori Yuji

🩷​Yuji is a walking cuddle bear already if you two aren't sleeping in the same bed because he just can't get enough of his sweetheart. An abduction is never something that Yuji sees himself doing nor do you really so with the so unexpected abduction your relationship falls apart and it breaks Yuji's heart. Maybe some part of his brain can understand why you're as upset as you are right now but considering that he only resorts to an abduction in extreme situations, another part of him is just as stubborn to believe that he has done only something to be able to protect you. It isn't like he plans to imprison you forever after all. His delusions have even made him hope that you'd want to share a bed with him yet he resigns himself to your rejection and prepares a futon for you in another room.

🩷​One of the most obvious problems with Yuji isn't even something that is his own fault. Sukuna has to make some comments from time to time to try to annoy and anger the boy which might happen whilst both of you try to sleep as well. He always slaps the mouth of Sukuna that suddenly appears and apologizes to you slightly embarrassed about the inconvenience. Otherwise Yuji sleeps well, really well. Maybe sometimes a bit too well as you can't help but wonder how you can get him to wake up when you awake in the middle of the night and feel the urgent need to go to the bathroom. It always takes you a minute or two of shaking, light slapping and whispering his name until he wakes up and lets you out of his arms because his grip is too strong for you to free yourself alone. He snores slightly but that isn't the worst, you'd much rather make a fuss about the fact that he tends to drool on you in his sleep.

Fushiguro Megumi

💙​As Megumi's darling you'd do the both of you a favor by being a reassuring individual since the Jujutsu Sorcerer tends to be very easily paranoid. He's had a case of being stressed around people before yet now with your addition to his life, this all becomes just multiple times worse. Ultimately it is this paranoia that drives him to the act of an abduction and similar to Yuji, he partially knows why it would scare you. Yet he has never had problems with justifying questionable actions with his love for you in mind so this won't be any different in this scenario. Why don't you understand that this was all done for your safety?? A strong negative response from your side leads to avoidance as he gives you time, gives himself partially time too to calm himself. Both of you sleep in different rooms during that time, although you know that he still keeps an eye on you.

💙​He doesn't want to show a very strong response when both of you start sharing a bed, it isn't his style. He would be lying though if he would say that he isn't looking forward to it. It's one of the highlights of his entire day where he has to exhaust himself with the antics of his fellow Jujutsu Sorcerers and pressure from the Zenin clan so spending the hours of the night with your warmth close to his body always reminds him that there's still something good left for him, a person who makes all the drama durable. I see him as someone who needs hours to fall asleep simply because there's so much going on in his mind and often it happens that Megumi goes through interactions you had with people that day and start overthinking certain gestures and words you exchanged with them. He isn't someone with a deep sleep either and worst of all is that he tends to wake up a lot at night, his gaze always searching for you every time that happens and if he doesn't see you, he tends to freak out a bit.

Zenin Maki

💚​If her darling is acting like a crybaby after their abduction, there might be signs of very mild annoyance from Maki's side but otherwise she is very patient. She fully understand why you're upset and mad at her, she's aware of what she has done. The aspect of protection dulls potential guilt though as she will always value your safety and life over your own feelings if there is no other way around it. She's so tough and strict but oddly fair at the same time because her cold facade doesn't mean that she just doesn't care at all. She's willing to give you some space and time for yourself as she's sure that you need it and as long as you don't try to escape or are seriously rude, she won't force you into anything. You get your own room with your own bed to sleep in and won't hear much from her for the next few days, although you know that she's still checking on you.

💚​She is looking forward to it but don't expect her to openly admit that. She isn't one to ask you first about this and if you're the one to suggest it first, she will never spot teasing you subtly about it for the rest of your life. She does her best though to suppress the smug grin that wants to appear on her face during the first few nights. She isn't actively cuddling you but you definitely have a problem at hand when she decides to swing an arm around your waist because subconsciously she tightens her grip once she falls asleep and since she has a very superior strength to the average human, you won't get up anytime soon unless you wake her up. She normally is able to sleep quite well but when she's stressed she experiences troubles falling asleep or tends to wake up multiple times at night. Normally she acts all tough and rarely talks to you about her own worries but if you ever witness her having an erratic sleep at night, you always know that there's something that is stressing her out.

Ryomen Sukuna

🗾His darling is screwed no matter how you might look at it, especially if they're only a human. Because this man has made it very apparent that he doesn't care for anyone or anything and even you won't be an exception for this. Sukuna has always been a man who takes what he wants and that applies for you just as much. You're an object of his affection and greedy desire, by all means he sees you as his valued possession more than he sees you as a person with feelings and rights. So you can't expect any sympathy from him after your abduction and you'd do your best to not get on his nerves because he can hurt you and he will do so if he feels like it. Sukuna only does what he wants and the only thing you can really do is take it silently in hopes of not angering him but he'd find it cute if you would always show a little bit of fear around him.

🗾​I'm not even sure if he needs any sleep anymore since his times as a human are long over although he has kept his memories from that time so he still remembers that humans need sleep. Although what you need doesn't have to mean by a long shot that he'll just give it to you freely. In fact I totally see him terrorizing your sleep sometimes for the shallow reason of his own sadistic amusement. Other times he only allows you to fall asleep if you let him join you in bed and he'll keep you otherwise awake nights on end until you're too tired to care anymore. You're incredibly dumb for letting him so close to you in your most vulnerable state and the times that he has considered abusing that vulnerability are numerous. Honestly, he's being the ultimate creep by just watching you sleep the entire time, hands roaming over your body to feel what is his but if he's feeling rather relaxed and mellow, he sometimes just buries his face in your neck, closes his eyes and enjoys your scent, your warmth, your heartbeat.

Gojo Satoru

🩵​Best of luck with Gojo after an abduction, better say goodbye to your privacy and personal boundaries because Gojo? He just doesn't give a single fuck about any of those. No, somehow he grows even more overbearing after you're permanently stuck in the probably biggest house that you've ever been in. Partially just because he feels like he has now his dream of living a peaceful and domestic life with his sweet lover without any stress from higher-ups or anyone objecting to this relationship. Now he can just love you and keep you for himself. It's a very strange and questionable way of fulfilling his dream but he is at a point in his life where he has given up to feel guilty and doesn't care anymore. He's always been the strongest to satisfy his own clan and the higher-ups of the sorcerer world so he deserves someone for himself. Someone for him and him only.

🩵​He's a clingy monster and you should already know this as he has barely kept his hands to himself during the entire time since you've known him and that has only grown worse the stronger his obsession got. There is no question, you are going to sleep with him in one bed from the moment you are imprisoned in your new home with him. He isn't even listening to your protests and complains and you'd better not provoke him unless you want to see him dropping his light-hearted facade. Seeing him asleep disturbs you but not because of his clingy behavior and tight hug he always gives you nor his surprisingly deep sleep but because he looks so terribly vulnerable. White hair covering his eyes, soft breaths escaping his lips and no teasing expression adorning his face. It's even worse when he initially wakes up and blue and sleepy eyes stare at you as he whispers, no, pleads you to never leave him. It breaks your heart a little.

Geto Suguru

🗻​​Suguru has broken your trust severely when you realize what he has been doing all along, abusing your trust and ignorance to his own advantage until you made him your most trusted person and told him all of your thoughts. Now you're here, imprisoned and surrounded by jujutsu sorcerers who share his views. You're a lesser being in here for being a non-sorcerer and you know that secretly most of the people here look down on you but only show some level of respect because you're Geto's precious love or whatever he's feeling for you. No one tells you what's really going on but you are smart enough to understand that those people possess very special powers and that something is always watching you even when you're all by yourself. So you never misbehave, aware what would happen otherwise.

🗻​He isn't over the fact that he's fallen in love with what he hates the most even after an abduction so you are sleeping elsewhere. A tiny room with a futon as if to rub your lesser position in your face but truth be told, he's doing this mainly because he secretly wants your warmth next to him at night. He's just trying to reject his desires as he doesn't want to fall too deeply into his infatuation but it's already too late to turn back and perhaps you're more surprised than anyone when one day he tells you you'll share a bed with him from now on. You even vocalize your confusion but shut up when he throws you a sharp glare, silencing you as he himself doesn't want to answer your question. Vocalizing his needs would only make it harder to brush off as something less after all. Geto doesn't want to show too much affection but subconsciously he always fails as his half-awake form always pulls you closer to his body, always desires to feel your warm body safely held against his own as his long hair tickles your neck and face.

Nanami Kento

💛​Here we have a man who is trying to be his most respectful to you after an abduction that he has been planning for a longer time now after a triggering accident, most likely something regarding his very protective feelings. He isn't scolding you for being scared and even lets you insult him all you want with a frightening calm expression on his face, only really stopping you if you try to escape, hurt him or yourself in which case you see his face flashing in anger and slight frustration as you realize how scary he can be if he chooses to be. He gives you space as much as he can but even then his presence is felt throughout your entire new life as you realize that Nanami apparently enjoys taking care of you to the point where he's being controlling with it. There's a certain schedule to your life now, one that he has prepared specifically for you.

💛​This even includes your bedtime as you have to be at a certain hour in bed and get enough sleep and have to get up at a certain time in the morning. Nanami isn't forcing you to share a bed with him though as he graciously prepares another room for you to stay and sleep in. So it's a decision based on consens after your abduction to sleep with him and he's another case of showing his emotions in a very controlled way whilst being deep down just relieved that the worst phrase of the abduction seems to be over now. His sleeping schedule is just as meticulous though so both of you go to the bed at the same time and stand up in the morning at the same time. Nanami is also another candidate who needs a bit longer until he falls asleep because he's also thinking a lot when he lies in bed and only silence surrounds him. He has always an arm wrapped around you but the grip isn't too tight for you to not be able to free yourself if you should ever feel the need to visit the toilet. He is a bit more of a sensitive sleeper though so try to be quiet if you don't want to wake him up.

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[etheries1015]

Imagining Yuu being Lillias as first and last love.

Let's say he was gravely injured during the war, and you, a human, had snuck him away to tend to his wounds. (I like to imagine this in a scenario where in chapter 7 when they meet Lilia in the 'dream world', he retains those memories, only for it to loop back to the modern day, less than a reincarnation.)

You, knowing Lilia from NRC and being enamored with him for so long, obviously had no choice but to help their fae....friend. When he became gravely injured during a particularly difficult battle, He awakes and is immediately on guard. He never really trusted you and the others who suddenly came face to face with him, two humans, a beastman, and a fae-human hybrid. You were all suspicious to him, yet he couldn't help but feel a ting of familiarity in his heart the second his eyes met yours. He knew, by some force, you were different than the other humans; you were kind, caring, and worked on your lonesome rather than a group.

"Are you okay? Do your wounds hurt? I can change your bandages If you'd like. You have been out for only a few hours..." You pursed your lips, hands hesitating over his injured waist, "But...I understand if you rather me leave now. I just wanted to make sure you would be okay, you really took a hard hit."

He just stared at you with wide eyes and a rapidly beating heart. He came to realize you were truly no threat, and he honestly, owed you his life. He never thought he'd see the day; General Lilia Vanrouge allowing a human tend to his needs, he frankly felt rather pathetic at the notion of this being affecting him as much as they had. Since the moment they arrived at his camp, he knew you were trouble for his heart.

"There 's...no need," Lilia said, sitting up slightly grasping his covered wound with one hand and holding his other out for you to set the spare bandages to him. You nodded slightly and handed it to him, turning around and starting to walk out. Before you had reached the door, Lilia called out to you.

"Human," He said, causing you to turn around in surprise and tilt your head with anticipation of his next words, "Why...why aren't you like the other humans? Are you not betraying them by helping your enemy?" You sighed and shook your head, chuckling at a question that seemed obviously ridiculous to you. Your reaction had caused Lilia to furrow his eyebrows and frown.

"Because I have... a lot of love for everyone," You finally said, looking up with the most serene, sincere, and peaceful gaze he had ever seen, "I love Humans, I love Fae, I love beastmen...and.." You blushed slightly, "I love you, too." The general couldn't wrap his head around it- your comments seemed utterly ridiculous to him- you hadn't known him for long at all, it seemed you two had only met for a couple days at best and here you were already admitting your affections for the fae? Despite this fact, he could tell by your unwavering stance and confident voice, that you were not lying. He simply replied with a nod and dismissed you with a wave of his hand as he had done so with many of his subordinates, muttering a quick thank you before you exited the hut.

Lilia stared down at his hands where the bandages you handed him lay, his cheeks taken a rosy tint. The red-eyed Fae shook his head and wiped his brow beaded with sweat, scoffing in disbelief. Did he just fall for a human...? A human he hadn't even known for long yet felt like he knew a lifetime, at that, over some silly hopeful words? He couldn't deny the way his heartbeat sped up at your kindness, your gentle touch tingling across the skin you cared for, and his ears begging to hear more of your mellifluous voice. Taking a deep sigh, he felt a deep rooted resolve force him to stand upon his feet and chase after you- his heart yearning to learn more about this mysterious human that had somehow shaken him to his core.

However, he never could find you after that.

Queue modern time.

Lilia had well after a while understood he would never be able to find that human- he knew after decades you must have wound up dead. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling that you were around, somehow, somewhere, alive and living a happy life- yet he had no proof you were either dead or alive. He didn't particularly look very hard, either. You had given him conflicting emotions that he had never experienced before, yes, but he knew he had a duty to attend to. There were indeed nights where he re-played your words over and over again- eventually bringing him to his resolve of peace between humans and fae and finding solace in the idea of loving all creatures for what they were, just had you did for him when you saved his life with reckless abandon.

So the moment he lay eyes upon you when you stumbled upon NRC, he had the same exact feeling all those years ago rushing back to him all at once, as if he had been hit by a sudden train of emotions. His heart thumped and the sound of blood rushing overtook him overwhelmingly- There was no way, right? The human who saved him must have been long dead by then. It couldn't possibly be...

Then you said your name.

You had the same name, the same unwavering confident eyes, the same serene peace that he felt wash over him in that little hut during the years of war. He wasn't sure how, if this person who suddenly came to NRC was a long distant relative of that person, or if there was something else going on beyond his comprehensive skills. You were alive, your voice as beautiful and mysterious as you were all those years ago. He spent a considerable amount of time studying you, being by your side, trying to put together the puzzle piece by piece. Yet he surprised himself- he never knew, even at his old age, he could feel such vibrant emotions as strongly and just as beautifully as the first time he laid eyes upon you. He felt like that young general again- passionate, young, and this time without animosity and war to get in the way of his curiosity.

Perhaps it was old age getting the better of him making his mind warped into believing he had some sort of magical entity on his side bringing you back to him, or his old heart yearning for something he had never had before and had deeply regretted never experiencing; love. Whatever was going on, Lilia knew one thing for certain;

He would not let his chance slip away this time.

#lilia x reader #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfics #Lilia vanrouge #lilia #lilia vanrouge x reader #general lilia #general lilia x reader #twst lilia #twst lilia x reader

[fairestwriting]

Hello, if you don't mind, I want to request a sceanrio or headcanons (which one you more prefer is fine by me) with Jade insist to take care of his crush after a long day of dishwashing duty in Monstro Lounge despite his crush doubt that he might wanted to get them in his debt and does not realize that he did that because he has a crush on them? Feel free to skip this req if it's makes you uncomfortable though <3 Thank you!

oldie but one that i thought of a bit even when i was on hiatus... scenario format because maybe i want jade to take care of mw after a long workday too. What the hell

word count: 1345

pairing: jade x gn!reader

content warnings: wish fulfillment none:)

You exhale heavily, your shoulders slumping even without you willing them to, as the very last plate is cleaned to perfection, setting it down with all the others...

It's not that you expected a night of dishwashing to be the easiest thing in the world — but luck really wasn't on your side that day, and it turned out it was the third years' last day of exam week.

Which meant, the Lounge would be crowded. Which meant, you'd have a lot of dishes to wash. Which meant, as you just now discovered, your upper back, forearms, and feet would start to actively try to kill you.

At least it's all just over, you think. You pull off your apron and the rubber gloves that did nothing to keep your hands from going wrinkly from exaggerated humidity, then you turn around, ready to report to Azul that your shift was over—

Then, in your tired haze, you bump into something, someone, and it doesn't even register who it is until a firm grip on your upper arm keeps you from embarrassingly stumbling for a good moment.

"J...Jade? What are you doing here?"

He looks at you. His hand is still gripping your arm, though... it's done really softly, especially for an attempt at keeping someone from tripping.

And he smiles softly, politely at you. Like he always does.

"I could perhaps ask you the same question." He says, a lilt to his voice, releasing your arm as you step back into a balanced stance. "It's rather late, you know? Azul was even looking for you."

"Oh, was he?" You cringe at the way it comes out a little more bitter than you'd intended, but... you're tired, and Jade was... strange, but definitely not a tyrant. "Well, I was about to go look for him and say I'm done with the dishes. There was just..." You glance behind yourself, seeing the piles of plates and glasses, the dish soap bubbles that got everywhere. "There was a lot."

Jade's gaze follow yours, and his smile softens, even more when he looks back at you.

"In that case, why don't you let me inform him instead, and I could... get you something to eat in the meantime? You must be hungry."

Alarm bells ring inside your head. The offer is tempting, of course it's tempting, but this is still Octavinelle, and Jade is still Azul's... henchman, or something. You grimace while you try to get your tired brain to think of a response.

"Um... no, thanks, I'd rather not be indebted to—"

"Ah. You're worried about that?" He asks, and the look on his face, while hardly different from his usual poised smile, has a hint of... something different that you couldn't quite place. "In that case, we could arrange a way for you to... give me something in return?"

"Uh..." Again, the alarm bells continue. If they weren't mental, the noise would probably be intense enough to give you a headache— "I don't... think I have anything you'd..."

"Your company, in exchange for any menu item free of charge. How does that sound?"

What.

You blink, genuinely dumbfounded. Jade still smiles. Always does. You're not sure if it's a joke, a part of you says it's a bad idea, but...

"You want my company in return for the favor." You echo to him, and he nods.

"Yes. I'll tell Azul you're done with your work, and fetch you whatever you wish. Then we can get a sit while you eat. Does that work for you?"

"That..." You really wish you could protest, but at the worst moment possible, your own hunger makes itself known. "...okay."

"Lovely. You can wait at the Lounge. What would you like to have?"

You mumble out your usual order, still a bit confused, and he gives you a nod as you part ways. Out of the kitchen, you don't waste too much time in taking one of the seats with cushy chairs, sighing in relief when you feel your body sinking into them just slightly, supporting those overworked limbs.

The Lounge really was empty. You have a few minutes to stare at it, all by yourself — it really must be late — and even dare to bask in the comfy, yet classy lighting of the environment.

It felt so much different like this. No music, no people to serve. It was... relaxing, surprisingly. Even though it was your workplace, and the source of quite a lot of stress in your life...

"The boss is notified. Here's your food." Jade chimes in with a playful tone after what feels like way too little time, setting a plate of your very favorite Mostro Lounge special in front of you. You can't help the way your eyes widen at it a bit, still not fully grasping the situation.

"And Azul is okay with this?" You grab the fork, but look up at Jade first, watching as he takes a seat in front of you.

"Of course. I wouldn't do that otherwise."

He chuckles, and despite your cautiousness, you can't resist the urge to dig into your food. It tastes even better after all that work.

And for some reason, it makes Jade's smile just a touch brighter when he watches you eat.

"It's important to eat well, you know. I hope you've been getting enough meals lately. Exam weeks are never kind."

"Yeah, I... I mean, I'm doing fine. If I want to keep up with all the work, I have to eat."

You take a larger bite, and he continues to watch you. With one more sprinkle of energy in your system, you start to try to understand what got to him all of a sudden. You look through his features, usually so unreadable and static, and you search for... something. Anything.

A sign this was a strange prank, maybe.

"That's good to hear. In any case, though, I'll discuss with Azul to have better planning for evenings like these... Friday nights and such. I wouldn't like to see you so overworked again."

You stop chewing for a split second when you catch on to his wording. I wouldn't like to see you so overworked again. Maybe you're just too tired, and making this all up, but...

What's different in Jade's face now is that there's a hint of sincere softness. One that doesn't even look all that unfamiliar— that you swear had been there when you had brief chats during work hours, even.

Your face flushes. Is he...?

You lift your gaze away from the food, and meet Jade's eyes. He's still smiling, hands folded politely on the table, though it's small enough that when you set your fork down, you swear you feel your hand brush against his glove.

"Thank you... for this, Jade." You mumble out, unsure of what to say. He gives you a smile like he always does, but in this empty, silent Lounge where you're not even sure if you're seeing things right, it makes your heart flutter.

"Thank you for the company. It really was a busy night." He gets up, taking your plate. Only now, you notice you're done eating. "I'll take care of these, don't worry. Just head back to your dorm and rest up. Unless..."

You blink at him again, now unsure of how your brain could even withstand so much confusion. "U...Unless...?"

"...Unless you'd like me to escort you?" He says, and his eyes narrow slyly, glinting— now, wait a minute...

Floyd and Azul were still supposed to be there, weren't they? They always were during closing time. Which meant...

Of course. Of course Jade would only go about something like this as deliberately as possible.

He chuckles. Your face is hot all over and his smile is wide. Skillfully, he carries the plate in one hand as he makes his way to the kitchen.

"Just wait for me if you do. We can make another deal if you want."

And then, he's out of signt, and you're left with a dizzying feeling.

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[moni-logues]

Scoreboard

Pairing: Bangchan x reader (afab)

Genre: pwp/smut, friends-to-lovers

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: A handjob between friends? That's deniable. You can walk that back. Oral? You weren't so sure about that, but Chan was adamant he had to keep things fair..

Content: oral sex (f. receiving), fingering

A/N: DIFFERENT SPACES COUPLE RETURNS!!!!!! A few people had asked about a part two, and I have thought about it, uh, not just a few times lol so here we finally are. WAS I going to let them have sex in part 2? Yes. HAVE I done that? .... No. You'll just have to ask for part 3, losers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(I don't think you have to have read the first part to enjoy this but you'd probably get a little more out of it if you have read it)

also yes, unbeta'd etc

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You could have kissed him forever. Would have were other parts of you a little more patient, a little more willing to take things slow. But you’d wanted Chan for weeks, months, almost years, and now he was finally here, beneath you, kissing you, hands skating softly up the curve of your waist, hesitating at your ribs.  

You weren’t hesitating. Not anymore. You pulled back from him so you could strip yourself of your top and you threw your bra with it. Didn’t give him a chance to react, to take you in. Just took his face in your hands and his bottom lip between your teeth again.  

“Touch me,” you mumbled, mouth still pressed against his, and you guided his hands upwards, cupped them over your breasts, prayed you wouldn’t have to keep coaxing action out of him.  

Because he had said he wanted it. He was kissing you like he wanted it. He had said so. Well, he had said he ‘was amenable’ to sex, which wasn’t exactly gushing enthusiasm but you would take it.  

“Chan,” you whispered, taking a beat. 

You sat back on your heels, inhaled deeply, and looked at him. He looked at you, colour high on his cheeks, ears burning, a little dazed, a little unsure.  

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked.  

You were crossing a line. That was certain. You were pretty sure that, if you stopped now, you could take it all back. You could rewind this evening and just be friends again. If he wanted. But going forward meant going forward. No returns. You would rather have him as a friend than nothing else, so you needed him to be sure now, right now at this moment, with your toes just over the line. 

“Yes!” he said, urgent, emphatic. “Yes, I do. I’m just...” 

He groaned and dragged his hands down his face. He didn’t look at you when he spoke next. 

“I’m fucking nervous.” 

“Why?” 

“Because it’s you.” 

“What am I?” 

He looked at you then, wide and open and the cutest he’d ever been. His hands hesitated in the air, not quite reaching out for you, but not not. You held them, shuffled yourself forward on his lap again, pushed his hair from his forehead.  

“Hmm,” you said, contemplating his brow. You tapped it lightly with one finger. “I think you might be thinking too much about this.” 

“That doesn’t sound like me,” he laughed.  

“Close your eyes, Channie.” 

You didn’t. You kept them trained on his face. You needed to think now; you needed to slow yourself down so he could catch up. You’d had months to think about this, fantasise about it, dream about it: a thousand scenarios, a thousand acts, a thousand kisses... You had had time, you reminded yourself, to wait for this. Much longer than he had.  

And you still had time. This wasn’t a race. The ache in your core was persistent, was impatient, but you didn’t have to be. 

You put your lips to his and kissed him. Slow. Deep. It didn’t have to go anywhere, you told yourself, hoping that Chan was somehow getting the message, too. He didn’t have to be nervous, because you wouldn’t do anything he didn’t want to.  

You just needed to know what he did want and you would give him the time to tell you.  

Eventually, you felt his body relax a little; he leant back, shuffling down on the sofa and pulling you with him. He let his hands roam, grazed a nipple with his thumb a little experimentally until you moaned into his mouth for more. His hands were warm, like his heart, and firm, kneading at your breasts, pinching at your nipples and then pushing you backwards.  

With no hesitation this time, no nervous giggles, no shy glances, he put his lips around your tight bud and sucked. He kissed and he licked and he carefully grazed his teeth over you, fully absorbed in the moment. His hot breath against your skin made you shiver and his wet tongue made you wetter.  

When you felt as though he had traversed the peaks and valleys of your chest quite enough, you gave a tug at his hair and he finally flicked his eyes to yours. They were black and glazed and the look in them was like nothing you had seen from him before. It sent a thrill racing up your spine and you were about to tell him: how much you wanted him, how good that mouth was, how you wanted it elsewhere, but he spoke first. 

“I want to go down on you.” 

You choked, shocked out of your lustful stupor. You laughed.  

“I thought you were nervous!” 

His eyes lightened then, eyebrows raised. 

“Are you? We don’t have to- I-” 

“No!” You were quick to cut him off, desperate not to let him start thinking again, very happy with where his feelings were leading. “I want to. I want you to. Just... wasn’t expecting you to say it like that.” 

The blush was back on his face but he wasn’t so bashful this time. Not quite. There was too much desire there, too much greed.  

You stepped off from the sofa and, in one smooth motion, pushed your leggings and underwear to the floor. You kicked them off your feet and rejoined Chan on the sofa, swinging one leg over him, leaning down onto your elbows to resume where you had left off. Your lips were almost touching when his hands came down onto your hips and he swore. 

“Fuck! Fuck, you are naked.” 

“Yes, that tends to happen when you take your clothes off.”  

His touch rounded your backside, another curse escaping on an exhale as his hands roamed this undiscovered territory. You took the opportunity of the distraction to kiss him, but it didn’t last long. 

“You’re fucking naked,” he said again, as if it were really a wonder. 

“And you’re not,” you countered.  

“Fair point.” 

And he slapped lightly at your bum to encourage you off him, so he could push his own trousers down, discard his own underwear.  

“Now we’re both naked,” you pointed out.  

When your eyes met, there was a frisson of tension that you’d felt before, and you knew where it was going, but you forced the laughter down, couldn’t collapse into hysterics – not again, not right now.  

“Is this weird?” he asked, thinking again. Always fucking thinking.  

“Only if you make it weird! Do you want it to be weird?” 

“No.” 

“Because it’s going to be if you keep saying it is.”  

You sat back in his lap, arms draping over his shoulders, as he rubbed at his face again. 

“It’s just...”  

He swore quietly as he nuzzled his nose into your neck, dragged it down your jaw and across your cheek until his lips found yours again.  

You could feel him beneath you, stirred, re-awakened, and it sent a spasm through your walls. You’d held him in your hand but what you wouldn’t have given to squeeze him in your slick cunt.  

“Chan,” you breathed out. “I want to fuck you.” 

He kissed you in reply, moaning for half a second before he stopped. 

“Wait- no. I want to go down on you.” 

“Can’t we just fuck first?” 

You rested your forehead against his, rolled your hips over him to make the point for you.  

“I just want to fuck you,” you whispered. “Please.” 

He shook his head slowly, carefully, still pressing on yours.  

“Later. I want to go down on you.” 

And you couldn’t deny that hearing those words, not once, not twice, but three times now, made you want it, too. Made you think about his lips and his tongue and fingers and the piercing, blinding reality of this. That it was happening. That none of this was a dream.  

“I owe you one,” he continued and you paused. 

“Owe me what?” 

“An orgasm. I had one. You haven’t.” 

“Are we counting?”  

He snorted and denied it.  

“No, I just think- I just want it to be even.” 

You smacked a kiss against his cheek.  

“Well, if we’re keeping score, we’re going to need some kind of chart.”  

He couldn't stifle his laugh and you joined him, letting a little of the tension go, aware that this could easily careen out of control, abs still hurting from the fit you both had earlier that evening.

“I don’t want a chart, I just...” 

He looked at you and you looked back. The merriment fell away, discarded in an instant. Because this wasn't actually funny. Not really. It was hot. It was thrilling. It was frightening. You could see him thinking in those dark eyes, trying to find the right words; you wanted to tell him that he didn’t need to try so hard. Not for you.  

“I want this to be good for you.” 

You resisted the urge to scoff, because you knew he meant it, and because this meant something to you. Something. Everything. 

“It is good for me,” you told him, lips close enough to touch his. You closed the gap and kissed him, firmly. “I want you so fucking badly.”  

He tightened his arms around you, crushing your body to his as he latched his mouth to yours. He still tasted like honey butter chips and you knew you’d never be able to eat them without thinking of him, thinking of this. You were definitely crossing a line. The line. And you could not contain your excitement. It smeared between your lips, slick beneath you as you rolled over Chan’s hot, flushed cock.  

“I want-” Chan broke away, breathing heavily, “I want to go down on you,” he said, with greater determination this time. “I want to eat you out.” 

Without waiting for a response, he tipped you carefully, moving out from under you, pulling your hips to the edge of the sofa and pushing your thighs apart.  

“Oh shit,” he breathed, just looking at you.  

His hands squeezed at your inner thighs as his jaw clenched. You had seen this kind of focus in him before: powerful and performing and dripping with sweat, determined to leave everything he had out there on the stage, to die before he gave up. A shiver of anticipation rippled across your skin and no sooner had it settled than Chan shifted closer, dropping a surprisingly chaste kiss to your thigh. Another followed it, then one more on the other side. He kissed you all over, some barely there, some that you knew would leave a mark.  

“You know you’re literally dripping?” he asked and there wasn’t so much as a hint of his former nerves, his bashfulness, but there remained a quiet awe, a slight disbelief at what was about to happen.

There was also his cheeky, little smirk, and eyes black as pitch, wide like an open mouth. Hungry.  

“I’m very fucking aware,” you retorted, the admonition undermined by your breathlessness. “Get on with it.” 

He rolled his eyes at you, playfully, like he had done a thousand times before. Then he did something he had never done before. With one hand gripping each thigh, he put his mouth to your lips and licked a broad stripe up to your clit. You quivered, whimpered, swore when he did it again, when he gathered all your arousal on his tongue and swirled it over your swollen bud.  

It made you forget every fantasy you’d ever had. You couldn’t remember if you thought he’d be like this or not. Couldn’t remember if you’d imagined correctly the soft, sweeping pad of his tongue flat against you or the hard flick of its tip. Couldn’t recall for even a second if you’d thought to imagine the way his hands would squeeze and pull at you. Had you guessed that he would moan like that? Had you dreamt the feel of his hair between your fingers?  

Your hips were moving on their own, uncontrolled by you. Uncontrollable. You couldn’t stop them rutting against his mouth, couldn’t stop the noise resounding from yours.  

“Chan, fuck,” you gasped as he sealed his lips tight around your clit and slipped two fingers inside you. “Like that, oh shit, like that. Please... Please...” 

He moaned in response, continuing precisely as he was, like that. Just like that. His tongue flicking at your clit like a switch that only turned on. His fingers curling, pressing hard inside you, pushing and pulling in one direction only. He was firm and precise and confident.  

You remembered the way he had, minutes ago (was it really just minutes?), taken your fingers in his mouth, sticky with his own cum, after he had finished. You shivered with the heat of it. The thought of the taste of him mixing with the taste of you sent fresh arousal flooding into Chan’s hand; he was quick to catch it, his lips popping as his tongue slipped down to swipe at his sticky fingers pushing the juices from your pussy. The slick sound of it all made you blush, the noise of his enjoyment deepening the heat in your cheeks and your core.  

He let his fingers work for a second, his breath washing over your flushed cunt like a hot wind.  

“Fuck,” he panted, leaning back on his knees and tipping his head towards the ceiling.  

You opened your eyes when you felt his other hand leave your thigh, watched him squeeze at the base of his cock – so dark, so hard, so wet with precum.  

“You ok?” you gasped, still rolling your hips against his hand.  

He nodded, still looking skyward. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” he replied. 

His head fell forward and his eyes caught yours, the look in them making you suddenly shy, a giggle slipping out before you could stifle it. Though you needn’t have worried it would start the hysterics again because it was stopped short, cut off by the gasp elicited by Chan’s tongue, licking up your lips, circling your clit, teasingly light and then harder with every rotation.  

You gripped the sofa cushions tight, knuckles white, as the slow ticking of the pleasure bomb inside you grew faster, accelerating towards explosion with great intention. You knew it all too well: the tightening, the quivering, the deep, heavy drag that, in a split-second, sprang high, ricocheting from head to toe, gushing forward in a scream of delight.  

You flopped back into the cushions, sticky with sweat, chest heaving, head lightly spinning. Chan left a playful trail of kisses up your torso, onto your chest and your neck and then your mouth. He grinned at you, dopey and sparkling.  

“One all.” 

#skz x reader #skz smut #bangchan smut #chan x reader #chan smut #bangchan x reader

[leviathansshadycorner]

Be Realistic ( Leon x reader)

Short blurb because I'm in a mood - Yes based off of that Britney broski audio lmao Warnings: low self esteem reader, body issues ALSO I LOVE ASHLEY GUYS SO DW DW SHES MY BBG SHE JUST SEEMED APPROPRIATE TO USE IN THIS SCENARIO LMAO

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Rebecca and you sat at the edge of the backyard, both of you sprawled out on the lawn chairs. Claire had thrown a summer pool party, deciding it'd be a smart idea to invite people from work. Ada and Claire were chatting among themselves, sipping away at their colorful drinks, Luis urging everyone to put on sunscreen, and Carlos, Jill, and Chris having a competition to see who could do the best cannonball. Among the partygoers was Ashley Graham, the owner of the house in which Claire was throwing the party.

"She's so gorgeous," Rebecca comments, her sunglasses protecting her brown doe eyes.

"I know." You added, the two of you ogling at Ashley's beauty. She wore a cute brown-colored two-piece, with a metal ring in the front that held the top together, which accentuated her complexion and made her appear like a Victoria's Secret model.

"Hey guys, have any of you seen Leon?" Ashley called out, holding the deflated pink dolphin in her hands.

His name made your stomach twist, and you swear you could've felt your heart pang. The way his name rolled off her tongue was so natural, almost melodic.

"Right here." Leon came out from behind the glass sliding doors. He was the only one still in his normal clothes, deciding he was too cool or some shit for the pool party.

The man walked his way along the perimeter of the pool to Ashley. His muscles showing as he carried the air pump to the girl.

"Dumbass, why did you bring it all the way out here?" Chris commented.

"Easy access." Came Leon's response.

"Thanks, Leon!" Ashley beamed, her pouty pink lips curling into a smile that even made your heart flutter. Leon stood close to her, handing his hand out for her to give him the floaty. She complied, and handed it over, their exchange making your eyes lose their gleam.

"My hero." Ashley was excited, her floaty finally being of use.

Rebecca noticed you from the corner of her eyes. She knew about your little huge crush on Leon. The girl watched as your face crept with sadness- dare she say- disappointment.

"Kind of funny how he's still in his normal clothes." She tries to distract you. "Typical Leon."

You looked at her and smiled, "I know. I was hoping to see him shirtless." The two of you giggled, letting out cackles, Ada and Claire looking your way to see what the commotion was about.

"Why don't you go ask him to take it off?" She teased, turning her body to look at you.

"Hmm, maybe." You said boldly, even though you knew you'd rather fall in the pool and drown than do that.

"Bet. You won't." She smirked, challenging you.

"Pftt I totally would." You played yourself up.

"Then go." Rebecca eyes you.

After being riled up by Rebecca, a burst of confidence shot threw you. It couldn't be that hard right? You and Leon bantered and flirted on missions before, so what difference would this make? Plus it was totally appropriate for you to tell him off about his weird pool attire or rather lack of it.

"Watch me Chambers." You told your best friend as you got up from the lawn chair. You were wearing a (top of your choice) that you brought a size too small to make your figure pop. The shorts that you wore were Rebbeca's basketball shorts that she had let you borrow last minute after you changed your mind about wearing a one-piece.

Feeling confident in your tight outfit you began to strut toward Leon and Ashley, the sun's beams hitting the floor making the cement beneath your feet warm. As you approached you caught a glimpse of yourself in the glass sliding doors. Immediately your confidence shrank.

How could you have been so delusional to wear this out? It looked nothing like the way you pictured it in your head. Your model like posture returned to that of a hunchback as you shamefully scurried past Leon and Ashley, walking along the whole edge of the pool, stopping by the coolers to grab two waters, and heading back to a frowning Rebecca.

Leon and Ashley to focused on judging Chris and Carlos' Cannonballs to notice you.

"What happened?" She ask as she noticed the shift in your demeanor.

"Nothing." You sighed handing her a water.

"(Y/n) we already have water." She pushes her sunglasses up to her head as she stares at you. You take a seat on the same lawn chair.

You whined. "Why didn't you tell me I looked like shit?" It was only loud enough for her to hear.

"What you don't though.." She reassures you as she places a hand on your back. "(Y/n) you look hot!"

You didn't believe it. Surely she was only saying this because as your best friend she was obligated to. Your mind flashed back to the image of you in the glass doors. Your hair was flat yet awfully frizzy at the same time, you stood like a toddler who barely knew how to walk, and your legs looked like they were overflowing in Rebecca's tiny shorts. To make things worse you were sure the chlorine from your previous dip had made your skin look all dry.

You looked around for the oversized shirt you came here in. When you found it you shielded your body from the eyes of the partygoers.

"(Y/n).." Rebecca looked concerned.

"I don't know why I even tried talking to him. I probably look like an idiot." You leaned on Rebecca's shoulder as you two blankly watched the Beefy Brazillian splash into the pool.

"Because you like him. And I'm pretty sure he likes you too." She giggled.

"No- he likes Ashley." You said defeated, your emotions coming out now that you'd made yourself vulnerable. You saw the way those two looked at each other. They had something you wish you had with Leon.

"I don't think so." She wraps her arm around your waist. Smirking when she notices Leon glance over at you two.

"I think I'm just gonna accept my Leon-less life." You said leaning into your friend for comfort. Your eyes occasionally glancing over at an out of place Leon as he shouts at Chris.

"What? You're just not gonna try?"

You sighed. "There's really no point Becca."

She scoffed, "(Y/n)- you're totally out of his league. You can get him if you wanted to."

"Becca!" You groaned, your inner teen always came out when hanging out with her. "I can't. Have you seen the way she looks? She can get him!" You laughed, deciding to find the humor in your failed attempts at love.

"Oh (Y/n) you can too!" Her short hair bounced as she shaked you.

You turned around your hand practically digging into 's shoulder as you stared at her dead in the eye. "Be realistic. Be so fucking for real." You shook her back, your voice that of a goblins.

The two of you laughed as you spewed out nonsensical noises.

The conversation then shifted to celebrity crushes, "You think I have a chance with Josh Hutcherson?" Rebecca lays down on the lawn chair.

"Hundred percent yes." You replied, "What about me and Nick cage?"

"I see that." Rebecca smirks.

"Wait. What about me and Da-" Before you could finish your sentence Leon's shadow loomed over you, causing both you and Rebecca to jump.

"What about you and who?" He asked as he took a seat on the lawn chair you were previously on.

Your heart fell to your ass. "Oh my god you scared me." You and Rebecca giggled.

"You're not going in the pool?" Leon asked, leaning back in the chair.

"You know we were about to ask you the same thing. What's up with the clothes Kennedy?" Rebecca raised an eyebrow, she then nudged your shoulder.

"Yeah, lose the shirt, Leon." You said on cue. A fire growing in your stomach.

"I will if you do." He hooked his hands under his grey shirt as he began to pull it off.

Scratch that. The fire in your stomach was now a full-on Volcano.

#fanfic #xreader #reader insert #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #pool party #rebecca chambers #ashley graham #claire redfield #chris redfield #carlos oliveira #luis sera resident evil #ada wong #jill valentine #resident evil x reader

[simpjaes]

YESSS pls elaborate omg!!! i feel weird for liking it but its like... not fucking real so 😭😭

different step bro jay scenario? LETS GO.

step brother jay who is obsessed with porn and forced to sleep in the same hotel room as you during summer vacation.

for days you have to pretend you don't hear the porn blaring in his headphones in the wee hours of the morning. you have to pretend you can't hear the way his palm slides up and down his length, or the way he shakes and sighs through a silent orgasm.

for a few more of those days, you have to pretend that you don't get wet through it. you avoid that truth at all costs.

Jay doesn't though. Because let's be real. He's in a room with a girl. There are holes just a few feet away that he could and would fuck during his most desperate moments if you'd just.....lay down a hint.

but of course you wouldn't. that's your step brother. that's gross. that's weird. you hate the idea of it.

except you don't. in fact, you find yourself wondering when he's going to start, how long it'll take him to get off, and you even wonder how desperate he must be to have a pussy rubbing all up on him. :/

it's insane, really. the college hormones that can overtake a person. if he wasn't your step brother you probably would have jumped his bones ages ago. but instead you just have to lay there and pretend that you don't start touching yourself in time with him.

you have to pretend you're not moaning out little sighs of dirty talk for him to hear. because you definitely are, but you won't admit it yet.

you have to pretend you hate when he stops his own self-pleasure and rolls over on his bed, staring directly at you, watching his eyes fall to the movement under your blanket as you stare right back.

you have to pretend that you don't love it when he whispers a small "let me see."

you can't pretend you don't have one of the best orgasms of your life as you and jay shameless get off to the image of each other. night after night, at the exact same time, with the exact same muffled moans of wanting more.

neither of you are brave enough to take that next step though. That is, until Jay gets a little tipsy during dinner and when the two of you are back in your locked hotel room, he's immediately throwing himself on the bed, pulling it out, spreading his legs, and looking at you.

"Why shouldn't we?" He says with a drowsy shrug. "I've already gotten off to you like six times since we've been here."

And you'd roll your eyes, pretending that the invitation isn't enticing. It actually sucks, because it's so enticing.

You avoid the final leap by sinking into the bathroom, getting yourself off in the shower rather than in front of him.

He's smarter than that though, even with his light buzz. You left that door unlocked for a reason, and you don't even jump when he slides the shower curtain open and instantly leans in, getting his hair all wet and pretty.

"It's gonna happen one way or another." He says, hands sliding down your slippery body and straight between your legs. "Stop being shy, you're not shy."

He's right about that, because you know he can feel the thickness of your slick against the shower water that runs down into his palm alongside it.

All you can do is look at him before giving in, your knees bucking where he has no issue stepping in, his clothes becoming drenched as he frantically tries to get his pants off of him.

There's a short sigh from him when he's got you pressed up and against the cold shower wall, water pelting the side of your face and forcing your moans to feel wet and echoed.

"Finally." He whispers against your neck, water droplets being sucked into his mouth along with the skin of your neck. He slides in with ease.

so much ease that you wonder if you should be ashamed at all.

#jay smut #enhypen smut #park jongseong smut #hardthots #jay hard hours #enhypen hard hours #ask #anon

[sanemisstalker]

Homie I don't know if you've considered writing a part 2 for the incel Gyutaro modern! Au scenario cause it legit rewired something in my brain ajskaj 🤒💕- he's like a weird bug that's fun to poke and watch em S Q U I R M ah, I love it.

Like I can see later on y/n has an indirect impact on him even though it's a casual thing- like, telling him his cum taste bitter af and it convinces him to eat better if it means he'll keep getting head (toss in more regular showers in there now that I think about it) . Would also wonder how his sis would react to them hanging out-? 🤔

If it's not in your plans that's alright- either way, it gave me the strength to write for him and I am thankful for the food 🛐

Guess what this post is!!!! I was saving this ask so I could post part 2 with it or whateverrrr. I'm so giggle that so many people are interacting with that post, I didn't expect it to get such good reception!!

Also also, I do plan to write about how this Gyutaro definitely still raised his sister and is a bang up brother in spite of these mentalities he has! I have another ask that wants me to elaborate, and I'm planning on just making a big headcanon thing for him!!

PART ONE <-

CW// FEM READER// AFAB// BREASTED / Dub-con/Non-con (Gyutaro does something sexual under the guise he'll get laid, undiscussed BDSM dynamic)/ Panic Attack/ Vomit (not in a sex way) / Piss (kinda in a sex way)/ Sexism/ Incel mentalities/ Toxic Masculinity / Forced Bisexuality / BDSM dynamics / I say 'skullfuck' at one point / Gyutaro is reffered to as a toilet.

-Incel!Gyutaro's eyes had never even grazed a real dance floor, but there he was, at the big name club you'd dropped the location of 30 minutes ago. He'd hopped on his bike and sped there in what could only be called desperation.

-There wasn't a wait like in the movies. Not a big long line, and they let him in in his baggy jeans and stupid fucking Nietzsche shirt. He hadn't even realized he'd brought his bike helmet in until he was tossing it between his shaking, filthy hands.

-There were so many people. All of them taking their sweet time to gawk at his height and face. This was why he didn't leave the dorm. That and the abhorrent, terminally 2011 music.

-The photo had pissed him off. Bad. He'd come with the intention of a rematch (in your honor or whatever, he's not cringe enough to say that, though) and he planned to leave with you clinging to him like you were supposed to be.

-and obviously you were because there you were, hanging off Tengen Uzui's naturally bulging muscles with those 3 other mindless sluts. Not giving a fuck in the world about him or that skanky photo you sent.

-You were hard to spot in your slut disguise.

-You looked like every other girl there, and that pissed him off even worse, in a way. He had deluded himself into thinking you were good. Into thinking you were different from other females because you knew the bands and the movies, and you agreed when he implied that genetically you were just dumber-

-'Gyutaro!' You'd screech out as you locked eyes with the man. In the dark of the club, with the neon purple strobing over him, he looked almost daunting. With his helmet on one hip, and phone dangling from his other hand, Gyutaro had something similar to a western charm.

-You'd pop off of Tengen, who would only lift his head up to register the man, and then turn back to his girlfriends.

-The whole reason for their fight had been rather trivial, Gyutaro assumed, but, despite his lax appearance, Tengen did everything in his power not to smash the man's own helmet back over his head.

-He feared, along with Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru, for your safety as you barreled into the man.

-You'd run into them with a new found confidence that night. After leaving Gyutaro in his sorry state, bounding up to the three women was far less intimidating. Almost like you shared a comraderie with them-

-and you had! The three were incredibly nice and immediately ushered you to Tengen where you all began to get a long in a picturesque fashion.

-You looked good. Hanging onto his arm with the other women felt good- You just had to take a photo.

-Gyutaro was going to panic. Tengen Uzui didn't scare him anymore, but that immediate jump from Tengen's arms to his, he didn't know how to satisfy that expectation.

-Of course he was better than Tengen- but on a "purely physical" level, he knew he would never have the stamina or prowess to conquer the bodies of three women at once.

-Especially not when he couldn't even fathom conquering you.

-'Ah, is this who you were talking about?' Tengen asked. You laughed in response, nodding with verve. Your body was beginning to shift against him- fuck-

-'Mhm, Gyutaro's my best friend.' You slurred, and it occurred to Gyutaro then, that you might be slighty inebriated. God, Tengen had an awful effect on you.

-His heart thudded at the words 'best friend' Despite your light and teasing cadence, were you friendzoning him? Would you just fuck any friend you had? Not that you fucked him- but you totally fucked him-

-'Oh?' Tengen sang in that stupid fucking tone that made Gyutaro want to rip off that girly fucking headband he wore. 'Have you slept with him?'

-Makio slapped Tengen's shoulder.

-'No, no- Not yet.' Gyutaro was panicking, now. Yet? Yet? You were planning to fuck hi-

-'Be careful.' Tengen sang. And that should've been the end of his thought, but maybe the drink he had was doing more than he expected, because Tengen couldn't fight the grin nor the words that spilled from his mouth after-

-'Tell him to try and last longer this time.'

-Gyutaro saw red, and blue, and maybe it was because of the weed air or the sex musk permeating past the bar- Maybe it was the anger he had at you for sharing such a thing about him- maybe it was because He'd been holding his breathe and plotting Tengen's downfall, and now he was-

-Who was he kidding, Gyutaro was going to fucking barf. The stress was too much, and his stomach rolled in response. He'd never been exposed to such an environment, or such an embarassment, and all he knew to do was turn away and try to keep it down until he got to the bathroom.

-'That was so mean!' Suma cried out as Gyutaro trudged away, attempt at disguising his mood futile. 'You made him cry!'

-'He literally called you a slut to your face at the start of the semester. What the fuck do you mean, mean?' Makio barked.

-You were in one of the gross stalls, pulling his scraggly black hair away from the rancid bowl. You weren't sure how he ate so much and still stayed so twig thin. He'd been puking for at least ten minutes.

-'I didn't expect you to come here.' You lied, having very much intended for that outcome. 'You think Tengen Uzui remembers every drunken, horny story he gets from a woman?'

-He was mortified. The idea that Tengen specifically knew something so intimate about him made him hear colors. Red colors. He was hearing the club lighting and seething at the red blur of the motion sensor on the toilet-

-The tile felt like splinters.

-'W-Why did you tell him that?' Gyutaro gasped out between spills. The question lacked his usual grit. It sounded genuine and hurt.

-He nodded lamely and went to drop his face onto the porcelain, but your hand swooped down.

-Your palm against his marred face was soothing. Lifting his head up from the toilet bowl, you wiped his mouth off with toilet paper.

-His heart fluttered. What a girlish emotion he was feeling.

-'I'm sorry.' You whispered and only semi meant it. Some of the things he said about women in the past months could've definitely validated such treatment. Some of the comments were bordering on illegal, others on beyond morally questionable.

-'It's okay.' He slurred, moving away from your hand to try and stop that flutter. You were quick to find his scar again, and, with hesitance losing to need, he rubbed against your palm.

-Cat. The word shot through your head and then retreated. No, no. A mangy cat. A cat with mange. Rabies, maybe even.

-'I wasn't crying or any-' as he began to speak, you pulled a small bottle of mouth wash out from your bag.

-'Tip your head back.' Gyutaro cut off his sentence and did as you said. The burn of the wash was painful. As he went to spit it out, you pressed a finger to his lips.

-'You get a gift if you can keep it in for the full minute.'

-It hurt. Gyutaro can't remember the last time he brushed his teeth, but the burn in his gums said he should do it more. He managed, though, and you followed through by pulling a tooth brush from your bag.

-Gyutaro had seen this plot before, in a hentai, probably, but he'd always imagined himself probing some innocent sweet trad girl's mouth with a tooth brush. Not being probed.

-You scrubbed plague off his teeth with precise intensity. His gums bled, and he whined. His jaw would occasionally stutter, and he'd bite down with enough force that you feared for your toothbrush.

-Another pass at the mouth wash and Gyutaro stared up at you, puffy lipped and teary eyed. You hadn't necessarily been gentle, nor had you avoided his gag reflex, but you leaned down to Gyutaro.

-His natural huffiness now had a pleasant bubblegum scent.

-When you pulled the vibrator from your pussy, Gyutaro nearly puked again. He hadn't noticed it in your sneaky photo, so seeing you hike your leg up on the toilet seat and pluck it from your insides made him see stars.

-Had you had that in the entire time? Had you told the other girls? Had you told Tengen?

-You dropped the vibrator into his lap. Not in his pants, not intentionally near his dick- on his lap. Gyutaro had taken on an all too natural kneeling position, and you dropped the vibe between the small gap of his thighs.

-Dull buzzing bounced up his thighs, vibratons too far to feel- And then you were pressing your cunt against his face, and he was taking in the scent of your pubes-

-He had been told that eating a woman out was a sign of submission. Got told it'd be gross, and to only do it when the situation was dire. And a situation with a female should never become dire- Having someone's genitals forced in his face like this-

-Gyutaro loved the smell of your pussy. The taste. His hands took to your thighs immediately, one slipping back to find the meat of your ass and bury his fingers in it.

-It would surprise you, how right he looked snug between your thighs. How his eyes fluttered back when he forgot he wasn't really supposed to be into this kind of thing.

-You could remember all of the things he said about vaginas. It often left you contemplating whether or not he found women attractive to begin with, but with his tongue rolling so naturally against your clit, you couldn't question it.

-He was made for this, both of you figured. Your warmth against his palate was ball tightening. He immediately took to it. You'd never seen such enthusiasm and love shown to your cunt.

-'Fuckkkkkk-' He'd moan, but with his tongue flat against you it came out in drool. His spit spilled onto his jean clad thighs, uncaring about anything other than eating you out.

-With his back against the toilet, and your hands gripping his hair, if you saw it from the back, it'd look like you were skullfucking the man. The thought made Gyutaro's already raging hard on twitch-

-And that's exactly how Tengen saw it when he opened the stall.

-'Oh?' He said, and you felt Gyutaro's grip tighten around your thighs. Today was just humiliation after humiliation, wasn't it? He knew by the stupid sing-song tone of the voice exactly who'd invaded his time with you.

-Black pulsed the corners of his vision.

-'Ah, Tengen-' You tried to keep your voice steady- not willing to let yourself be intimidated by a man his size in such a situation. Not infront of Gyutaro. He didn't need real life experience to back up forum rumors.

-'Can I use this toilet?' He nodded down to Gyutaro, and you looked down to the man between your thighs, a bit shocked by the ask.

- Gyutaro would pull off your cunt fast, wide eyed and all teeth.

-'What the fuck did you just s-' You lodged your fingers down his throat, Gyutaro gagging hurtfully against them. His eyes rolled back. He didn't know why having his mouth fucked with felt so good. It'd never felt this good when he was alone-

-'When I cum, yeah.' And Gyutaro was back on your pussy, a sudden fear lighting his movements. You wouldn't really let Tengen do that to him, right?

-Why was he depending on you, a woman, to prevent that? He should just get up and kick his ass- Tengen would have an advan...advantage.... an-

-Fuck your pussy was mind numbing. Fuck whatever Tengen wanted to do to him. He needed that juice.

-Gyutaro chased your orgasm. You were only slightly dissapointed he didn't cum with you- didn't show Tengen how good he could be. A part of you wanted to impress Tengen- to show off a little bit. Show what you tamed. Even if that taming was still very early in the works-

-When you came, Gyutaro smiled wide against your pussy. You pulled back with shaking legs and his head in your hands and he looked at you like Tengen wasn't pulling his cock from his boxers just centimeters away.

-'Just want your pussy, I need your pussy-' He slurred while you starred down at him.

-'If you drink it, I'll let you fuck me-' His ears would begin ringing. Shocked by his own actions, Gyutaro found his jaw unhinged, taking Tengen's flaccid cock down his throat.

-Maybe it was easier for him to accept because Gyutaro never dealt with penis envy. The two men were surprisingly matched. How unfortunate. You really wanted to see how Gyutaro would react to a cock that much bigger-

-Tengen took advantage of the willing hole, rocking his hips a bit much to Gyutaro's anger.

-'If you bite me, I'll drown you. Don't want to die with your head in a toilet, eh, Shabana?' Tengen taunted, sensing the upset from his thighs.

-You watched as Gyutaro's adam apple surged, and Tengen's head dropped back in relief. It was more than Gyutaro could take, obviously, because it began spilling from the corners of his mouth and onto his Neitzsche shirt.

-Gyutaro's face burnt red, and he reeked like piss. Tengen gave the other man's face a light, almost appreciative slap.

-As Tengen pulled out, a rush of piss came spilling onto the floor. He wasn't done though, a guiding hand locking around Gyutaro's jaw to tip his head up. The trickle was backed by the music blurring outside.

-His flow came to a stop, and he carefully shut Gyutaro's mouth. Gyutaro looked over at you with tired eyes.

-You nodded, and he swallowed.

-'Atta boy.'

-With Tengen's exit, you looked down at Gyutaro, dripping and still woefully hard. You pulled his messy hair back into a ponytail once more.

-'oh honey... when did I say you'd be fucking me tonight?'

-'Do I- Do I get to fuck you now?' He'd croak, trying to ignore the completely beer ridden piss on his lips. You looked at him so pathetically. It made his cock ache even worse than it already did.

-He could tell he wasn't going to get what he wanted before you even opened your mouth.

#demon slayer x reader #demon slayer smut #upper moon smut #upper moons x reader #gyutaro x y/n #gyutaro smut #gyutaro x reader

[wonhaz]

break my heart again - y.jw

pairing : jungwon x fem!reader genre : classmates au, hanahaki au, angst, unrequited love, inspired by laufey's song - let you break my heart again wc : 2.2k warnings : child neglect, sickness, hospitals, blood, major character death, eating synopsis : yang jungwon breaks your heart, but you love him, and you'd let him do it again, and again. because you would rather die than live your life not loving him, and you do just that. a/n : i don't know why all my fic ideas from my bias (jungwon) are all so angsty but here you go ig! i put a lot of effort into the meaning of each flower and their symbolisms in the story so u can even google it if you want the full experience or full meanings. this laufey song makes me want to cry my eyes out but i hope u like the fic!

"one day i will stop falling in love with you."

you loved yang jungwon, but he didn't love you back.

he was the only thing you could think of, but you know well that he doesn't care about you. all of your friends told you to move on, to forget about him. you've tried, you really have, but nothing seems to work.

jungwon was everything any girl could ever want, top of the class, kind, funny, and not to mention, extremely cute. you're pretty sure every girl in school had feelings for him at one point, you were no different. you thought it would just be a happy crush, how did it get this bad?

how did you meet him? simple, he was your classmate, that's it. just your classmate. he knew if your existence, but only because of his role as class president, aside from that he had no reason to interact with you. he never saw how you looked at him with your lovesick gaze as he took down notes, he never saw you in the bleachers watching every single one of his competitions, he never saw you clutching your chest in pain, no matter what you did, he never saw you at all.

but you let him do it. again, and again, and again. as long as you were alive, you would let him break your heart again. all because you love yang jungwon.

your parents were busy, always out on business trips, leaving you all alone at home with no one to talk to. all you did at home was day dream and come up with fake scenarios and alternate universes where you and jungwon were a couple. did that help your current situation? hell no. it made it worse.

you sit at the dining table. alone. your plate with pie and your cup of coffee untouched, you were hungry, but had no appetite to eat. suddenly your favorite foods looked disgusting. you've read about this happening.

it's getting worse.

walking to school, you feel a pang of pain in your chest. quickly running to a hidden alley, you clutch your chest in pain. you feel as if you're about to throw up, trying to cough it out, petals fall out of your mouth instead. you watch as they float down to the floor, looking at them with a bitter smile. picking them up, you stuff them into a pocket in your bag.

arriving at school, you walk into the classroom. there he is. sitting on his friend's table laughing. walking to your seat, you lay your head on your table. listening to him laugh made your day better, but worse at the same time. each laugh he let out increased the growing pain in your chest.

you're grateful your teacher doesn't notice.

that nobody at school notices that you keep going to the bathroom. your friends don't notice either, you don't know whether to feel hurt or happy. hurt that they don't know you're in pain, happy that it will make it easier for you to leave this world since they don't pay attention to you. quickly locking yourself in a stall, you start coughing with no end. daffodil petals leave your lips with red stains. your blood. taking out your phone, you search up the meaning of daffodils. "daffodils symbolize unrequited love, rebirth, new beginnings, and eternal life."

eternal life. something you knew you didn't have.

during lunch break, you see jungwon in the halls. he's smiling holding a small bouquet of pink tulips. you look at him with a sad smile, you know it's not for you, it would never be for you. feeling the need to cough again, you run into an empty hallway and pink petals leave your mouth. pink tulips. crazy to think how quickly seeing jungwon could affect you.

finally deciding to see the doctor, you go to the hospital after school. you sit on the cold metal seats in the waiting room, waiting for your name to be called. "shim _______?". quickly standing up, you made your way into the doctors office and greet the doctor. "so what brings you hear young lady?" he asks. "this." you respond, taking the petals out of your bag and spreading them on his desk. you see the doctor's eyes widen and he looks at you. "hanahaki.." you hear him say, "how long have you been coughing up petals?", "about a month." you say and he shakes his head, "this means that you only have a bit of time left, meaning you've had this for months but only started coughing petals until recently. I'm afraid you only have 5 months left.". your heart drops, but it's alright, it was already broken. nodding, you tell him you understand. "do you plan to have the surgery? or is there a chance the one you love will love you back?" the doctor asks with hopeful eyes. you shake your head, "neither." you say, "i don't want the surgery, and the one i love will never love me back.". "______" the doctor says your name softly, "you'll die.". "i know." you say,

"but i'd rather die than live a life not loving him."

you leave the hospital that day knowing you have 5 months left. nothing would heal your broken heart. jungwon could never grow love for you, the only thing growing was the flowers in your lungs. you make your way to your home, if you could even all it one. you didn't even know where your parents currently were, but you do know that "business trips are more important." according to them. laying on your bed, you stare at your ceiling, just a few more months you think, and all this will be over.

you try to make the most of school.

since in a few months you won't have to go, grades are not something for you to worry about anymore. it didn't matter with your current situation. you went to school to see him, and only for that sole reason. sitting with your friends at the cafeteria, you stare at jungwon seated on the opposite side of the room. seeing him smiling makes you smile. seeing him happy makes you happy. one of your friends ask you if you're okay. "are you okay, _____? you haven't touched your food at all.", truthfully, you didn't feel like eating anything these days, but you can't tell them that. "yes, I'm alright, just got a little distracted." and they nod. they continue their conversation and your eyes find your way back to jungwon. he's getting up to leave, you excuse yourself from your friends and follow him out at a distance.

"jungwon! when are you asking your crush out? you've already given her tulips!", you hear one of his friends say. "soon, not sure yet." he responds nudging his friend and laughing. "but i found out she likes roses." jungwon says, almost instantly you feel your chest tighten and you know that you need to make a run for it. you run in the opposite direction to the bathroom and lock the stall door. you start coughing, the pain in your chest becoming unbearable. red rose petals with blood on them.

you always thought roses were beautiful, but with beauty comes pain. the thorns growing in your lungs making your breath hitch. you knew that your time was running out faster than expected.

three months left.

you start writing in a journal, in hopes that someone will find it after you leave. that they'll read about your last months loving jungwon. that they'll read about your tragic love story that never even was a love story in the first place. you write about jungwon and all the things you liked about him, about being left alone at home, and about ever single kind of petal you have coughed up, sticking them to the pages and learning about the meaning of each one. you learned that red roses symbolized love and romance, how ironic. two things that you would never experience. not in this life at least, hopefully in the next.

one month left.

you wanted to talk to jungwon before you left forever. even if it was short and made no sense. you knew he got to school early and you made an effort to get there early too. he sat at his desk studying for the test later, mustering up the courage to walk up to him, you stand at the end of his desk and he looks up and gives you a confused look. "hi _____, do you need something?" he asks. "thank you, jungwon." you say and his eyebrows furrow. "for what?", "for everything." you say with a smile. "you're welcome?" he says still confused. flashing him a small smile, you get your bags and walk out the classroom leaving him alone, his eyes follow you as you walk out. he shrugs and goes back to what he was doing. he doesn't care.

that broke your heart again.

one week left.

you thought you were well prepared for your departure. you wrote a letter to your parents, leaving it on their table. you weren't even sure if they would ever come home and read it, but it didn't matter. their not-so-golden only child would be gone and they wouldn't even know. you wrote a letter to each of your friends, it was easy since you only had a few. you gave it to them at school and made them promise to read them in a week. you wanted to go in peace. you wanted to go alone.

3 days left.

you go to school to gather everything from your locker, touching the cold metal door for the last time. you greet your favorite teachers before you leave, you even buy your favorite drink from the cafeteria, you were going to miss how it tasted. you walk out of the school and turn to look at it. it would be the last time you see the school. the school you dreaded going to, the school where you met yang jungwon. you decided you were going to spend your last few days at home before making your way to where you plan to depart forever.

one day left.

you tidy up your room, straightening up your pillows and bedsheets. you clean your messy desk and leave the journal right in the middle. the journal that contained your thoughts, your fondest memories, the memories of your last months on this earth. making your way to the kitchen, the light the refrigerator emits feels blinding. taking out the last slice of leftover pie, you make yourself a cup of coffee to go with it and sit alone at the table. you didn't feel hungry, not anymore, but you forced yourself to eat your favorite foods one last time. you savor the taste of the coffee, the warmth temporarily soothing the pain in your lungs. you felt sick that night, maybe because you forced yourself to eat, maybe it was because you knew your time was running out. either way, you tried your best to fall asleep.

3 hours left.

you make your way to a field deep in your favorite park. it was off limits but you used to go there alone anyways. laying under a big tree, you stare up at they sky, you'll be up there soon. you feel your eyes start to tear up, you're crying. you don't mean to cry, but it's as if your body knows that your time is about to run out.

1 hour left.

"one day i will stop falling in love with you."

you tried to stop loving yang jungwon. heaven knows how much you tried. jungwon would never love you, but you would never stop loving him. you would love him even if you were dead. you would love him as you watched from above.

"some day, someone will like me like I like you."

is what you thought. that wasn't going to happen anymore, maybe not in this life at least. you were classmates. and you would remain classmates for the rest of his life, and your short one.

10 minutes left.

you look at the green grass and trees surrounding you. the sun was setting, painting the sky a mix of purple, pink and orange. you smile. if only jungwon was beside you enjoying this too.

but he wasn't. but the thought of it made your heart flutter.

your heart. your broken heart.

you loved yang jungwon, but he broke your heart. he has multiple times but he never knew. you would still let him do it again in every life, because that's how much you love him.

you begin to feel sleepy, it's almost as if your life is being drained out of you. you bring your hand up to your chest, to where your broken heart lies. the vines in your lungs suffocating you.

you look at the now dark and starry sky and let out one last breathe.

"i love you, yang jungwon." you say and close your eyes for the last time.

epilogue.

10 years later

the wind rustles the leaves of the tree you once lay under. some leaves fall and slowly land on the grass by the base, beside it, a flower has grown. a daffodil. the first flower you ever coughed up. you searched its meaning back then.

"daffodils symbolize unrequited love, rebirth, new beginnings, and eternal life."

maybe, just maybe, fate will let you have your new beginning.

that fate will give you another chance in your next life to be with the one you love.

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[cupids-chamber]

— I'M GONNA LOVE YOU, RIGHT TILL' YOU HATE ME GENDER NEUTRAL READER 

IMAGINE: Yandere!Twst cast, dreaming of the MC, before they ended up Twst, and even though they searched for them, they couldn't quite find them... now that they've found them.. they can't seem to let you go.. how would they feel when they've learned that there are more competitors for your love.

A/N: I'm gonna call this the dreaming of you au! I have some plans for it.. I had to split this in part, because of tumblr's fucking word limit.

SAVANACLAW / HEARTSLABYUL / DIASOMNIA / OCTAVINELLE / SCARABIA + IGNIHYDE / POMEFIORE

He couldn’t recall when the dreams had first started, it was quite suffocating.. Looking back, he was tired of the same dream over and over again, yet it changed.. Slowly, he watched you growing up along with him, it was as if his dreams mirrored your own life.. And at one point, he believed that these vivid dreams held some meaning, there had to be a reason why he’d keep seeing the same person over and over again… At one point, he even started to believe that you were his.. Someone meant for him.. And as he grew older, he couldn’t help but search for you, wanting to validate his thoughts and imagination, which has gotten rather out of hand over the past few years. 

He didn’t even consider that others would have taken interest in you as well, ‘did they see you in their dreams as well?’.. The thought would have driven him wild, had he not been patient thus far, he might have truly lost himself then and there.. However, if he had waited this long, then it wouldn’t have been difficult to wait a bit longer.. After all.. He knew you a lot better than you know yourself.. He just needs you to realize.. That you’re his.. and he is yours…

YANDERE!IDIA, He recalls losing sleep, scrolling through the internet, scattering sources, trying to trace your whereabouts, all to no avail.. he remembered your name, that he heard you say once or twice in his dreams, you'd rarely speak to him... how he wished he could approach you in these vivid daydreams.. but your voice played through his head on loop, like a broken record repeating the same tune over and over again, as he recites the dream he had that particular day... You couldn't imagine his shock when he saw you, for the very first time.. he couldn't help but grow jealous when he inquired about how others had seen you beforehand, maybe he should have taken an interest in the so called magicless perfect beforehand, but how could he think of others, while his mind was so incredibly crowded with thoughts of you..

YANDERE!KALIM, Kalim had been a sweetheart from young, he couldn’t have ever guessed that there may have been an underlying meaning to his dreams.. Until he took notice of its repeating nature, he’d have the same dream over and over again, it was quite tedious.. aggravating even.. However, Kalim was known to be patient, unlike his peers. He was always calm, however one shouldn’t confuse his patience as him being dimwitted, sure Kalim wasn’t the brightest in the box, but he wasn’t an utter buffoon, he knew when something was wrong.. well most of the time.. He questioned the dreams, and the day he did.. He dreamt of something different, still his dreams centered around you as always.. And it was quite consistent, soon the old books on dreams and astrology became quite boring to the young child, he picked up a story book.. an odd story book indeed, he never knew this sort of book was in publishing, none the less it was quite conveniently placed near him, and in its contents Kalim came to learn of an odd concept.. dreaming of your soulmate, and dreaming of someone who was born just for him.. The concept seemed quite outdated and far fetched, but he couldn’t help but believe it! Kalim had always been such a hopeless romantic in such scenarios.. One could argue this is how he was raised, or maybe the book had blurred his thoughts.. Yet, when he first laid eyes on you.. he was sure you were meant to be his!.. Anyone who said otherwise, was but an inconvenience.. Just like anyone who gets in his way.. 

YANDERE!JAMIL, Jamil had been serving Kalim for the longest time, truly he couldn’t catch a break.. not when he was so.. ridiculously annoying.. even during slumber he couldn’t catch a break, ever since you appeared!, truly at first he resented you more than anything, another pestering source of annoyance, ruining his day and mood, yet he was lucky to have never been able to face you, at least then he could loathe you secretly and remain at peace within himself.. But he began despising his dreams for that same reason, fairly soon.. You were.. brilliant. A change to his day to day life, really.. He couldn’t quite recall how he fell for you, just that he had fallen for you.. Around this time Kalim kept blabbering on and on about a certain person he kept meeting in his daydreams, Jamil was too concerned about himself to spare a single care to his words, until he had heard about an unexpected book he had read.. The contents of which interested him quite lots’... ‘Soulmates, that’s ridiculous..!’ He thought, closing the book and refusing to look back, he couldn't delude himself further, he was above thinking of such childish things, and believing the contents of such ludicrous things. Yet he met you, here on the very school grounds.. He didn’t know how to react, maybe the contents of the book weren't as far fetched as he had predicted, maybe the two of you were predestined…

© cupids-chamber, do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work without prior and or confirmation.

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[yeollie-plz]

Hello! I'm a new follower and I love you're writing! I was wondering if you could do a fiction of Andrew Garfield x reader? I'll leave the scenario up to you :)

Not Exactly As Planned

Andrew Garfield x GN! Reader

Synopsis: Andrew has been acting suspicious lately and you've all but convinced yourself that he's cheating.

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: mentions of cheating, insecurities, Y/N insert

Gif credits to owners!

"I'm telling you, Andrew has been acting strangely lately." Your best friend raised her eyes at you in an accusatory gesture. "Stranger than usual..." You trailed off, returning her look with an annoyance laced one of your own.

"I'm just nervous...you know?" You let your eyes wander to the cup sat in front of you. It's once sugary taste now bitter to you with the revelation of your confession.

Your best friend sat her own cup down, "So what? You think he's lying to you? Cheating on you?"

"I don't know, but its hard not to rush to the worst conclusion."

"Blah, blah, blah, you have trust issues. I know! But trust me that man would rather sit on a hot iron before ever hurting you!"

You rolled your eyes, "You're right..."

"Yeah, I know I'm right. Now finish your drink so we can go, the guy I went on a date with last weekend is right there." She rushed from her seat and dragged you up with her. You struggled to finish the sip you were taking as she jostled you up to your feet.

As you two walked away, you spoke up again. "'Sit on a hot iron?'" You turned to her so you could read her expression.

"Hey! I never said I was good at metaphors. Only relationship advice!"

"If only you could apply your advice to your own love life." You said pointedly.

"Hey!"

Later that night, you were sat on your couch watching tv, alone. Andrew had yet to come home. You were worried of course, but that worry soon warped itself into a different kind of worry. You were once again worried about your relationship.

Although your friend had attempted to help you push away those negative thoughts, they began to creep in once again. Then crept in the insecurities. And now you were no longer focused on what was playing on the television.

It wouldn't hurt if you just snooped around a bit, would it? I mean it was your apartment too. A quick peak wouldn't do any harm, you concluded, and lifted yourself from the couch.

Moving towards your bedroom, your heart began to beat faster. Not sure if you would find something or get caught. But you pushed the fear aside and walked to Andrew's nightstand.

You pulled out the top drawer, seeing only a few pictures, a book, and some other random items. Pulling out the bottom drawer, you lifted up a few papers to peak further in. Only to find nothing but more papers. One day he'd have to organize all of this, you shook your head, and lifted yourself back up to your feet.

You sighed, now you had to face the closet. You had a feeling you'd find nothing in the nightstand, but somehow knew the closet would be a different story.

You began to shuffle through his side of the closet. Moving things aside to get a better look. You even dug through his dirty to clothes to look for marks on his shirts or receipts in his pockets. Nothing!

You were about to give up when a box at the very top of the shelves caught your eye. Tilting your head, you had never noticed this box before. You decided that must have something in it.

So, you grabbed a chair from the kitchen, dragging it into the closet behind you. Pushing yourself onto it, you reached up to grab the box. You were just about to have it fully in a safe hold when Andrew walked into the doorway and startled you by asking what you were doing. Somewhere between you dragging the chair across the apartment and you dangerously balancing on top of it, Andrew had come home and heard you.

You jumped slightly, letting the box fall from your hands and almost falling off the chair. Andrew caught you by the waist and helped you stabilize yourself.

He laughed at your clumsiness, "What are you doing?" You looked around trying to find an excuse, he followed your frantic movements. Both of your eyes then landed on a small black box. He met your confused look with his scared one.

"This is not how this was supposed to happen." He concluded suddenly.

"What?" You were confused as you looked at the little box again. Oh. My. God. That was a ring box!

"Well I guess, since I probably can no longer surprise you with it." He moved to pick up the box, getting down to one knee. "Y/N, I love you so much. You are my soulmate. And this isn't exactly how I wanted to do this but in a way this is very us. So, Y/N will you be mine forever? Will you marry me?"

You nodded your head quickly, squeaking out a yes. He stood and pulled you into a hug. Tears began to fall from your eyes as he slid the ring onto your finger.

"I had this whole thing planned, I was going to take you to dinner. Walk along the river, to this beautiful candle lit stage." He hummed in thought.

"I thought you were cheating on me." You admitted.

"What?" He pulled away in shock, trying to read your eyes.

"Well, you were being suspicious and sneaking around and I just thought the worse. That's why I was snooping around."

"Oh goodness, love, I never meant to make you feel like that. I just really wanted to make it special for you." You shook your head, reaching your hand up to stroke his cheek.

"It's okay, I'm kind of in a just got engaged high now. Nothing can bring me down." Suddenly you pushed out of his arms and ran out of the closet.

Andrew called after you, "Where are you going?"

"To tell everyone!"

#andrew garfield #spiderman #spider man #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield fluff #andrew garfield angst #andrew garfield imagine #andrew garfield story #andrew garfield spiderman #amazing spiderman #tasm #tasm 2

[planetxiao]

# CLOSING TIME.

꠵ PAIRINGS; kazuha ; xiao ; childe x reader.

꠵ SYNOPSIS; taking care of drunk genshin boys.

꠵ GENRE; fluff, headcanons/scenarios.

꠵ NOTES; childe and xiao's are longer than kazuha’s i’m sorry (can you sense the favoritism LMAO). thank you @kodzukoi for helping me with ideas for childe :3

꠵ CW; mentions of alcohol consumption

# KAZUHA

A lightweight in need of assistance. He doesn’t drink much, but when he does, he needs major help. He’s not a problem child like some, but drunk Kazuha is a bit high maintenance.

He’ll stumble all over the place, half asleep with each step. You’ll need to hold onto him the entire way home or he will fall over.

He will forget where he is and just hold onto you. If you stay in one place for too long because you’re flustered from his hold on your waist in public, he will fall asleep on your shoulder.

"Kazuha, how many times do I need to remind you to not let Venti talk you into drinking?" You sighed, adjusting your grip on his waist.

Kazuha's feet dragged against the cobblestone, each slow step somehow adding more weight onto you. His head lolled into your neck with a small exhale that sent chills down your spine. You tried to ignore it and focus on getting home, but you couldn't help the blush that bloomed across your cheeks.

A chuckle escaped his lips, "You're warm."

All you could do was close your eyes and take a breath. It was the middle of the night, so it wasn't likely that you'd see anyone wandering the streets like you two were. But, that didn't lessen your flustered state at all.

Before you could respond, you felt Kazuha's arms snake around you. He held you tight with his head still buried in your neck, and you couldn't do anything but let out a small squeak. You went stiff, not knowing what to do. Every small sensation you felt had multiplied; his hot breath fanning your neck, fingers grasping the fabric of your clothing, hair tickling your cheek. You had been made painfully aware of every detail.

You stood there for a minute, processing what was happening, before remembering what your original task was: to bring him back to the Inn. As you tried to remove his arms from your waist, you halted at the sound of a small snore. Apparently, the time spent trying to calm yourself down had been enough for him to fall asleep.

You sighed once again, knowing this was going to be a rather long night.

# XIAO

If pouty and clingy Xiao was a thing on your bucket list, then congratulations. You won.

Getting an adeptus drunk wasn’t exactly how you thought this would go down. I mean, you weren’t even sure it could happen since you’ve never seen it before. But tonight has proven you wrong entirely.

Xiao is another one with only a slight difference between his drunk and sober actions. For one thing, he’s more quiet than he is sober. He will also pout if you’re not close to him. He will ask for cuddles— not verbally, but with his eyes.

You're still not sure how this happened. One minute, you were showing Xiao the bottle of dandelion wine you had gotten from your travels in Mondstadt; the next, the entire bottle was empty and Xiao could only keep his eyes focused on the floor.

When you called his name, Xiao blinked once... twice... thrice, before slowly lifting his eyes to yours. You could see it, he was gone. His bloodshot gaze held nothing but vacancy. He waited for you to continue to speak, lightly swaying on the ledge he sat on.

Concerned, you took his hand and gently tugged him toward you, "Come on, you should lay down."

He followed wordlessly, a slight stumble in his step, as you led him to your room in Wangshu Inn. The staircase proved challenging for him, but with your help, Xiao made it up without incident.

You had managed to help sit him down on the bed, breathing a small sigh of relief. Xiao's demeanor was only slightly different than usual, but you couldn't help but think he was so cute with his rosy cheeks and curious eyes. It was yet another side of him you had uncovered, but you knew it wasn't likely you'd ever see it again.

His hazy amber orbs had found their way to yours, a hint of something behind them. Before you could move to sit down in the chair next to the bed, Xiao's hand grabbed your wrist. His lips pulled into a pout, holding words that he refused to voice. His gaze grew more intense as you quirked your brow, confused as to what he could possibly want.

Xiao's grip on your wrist grew a little tighter, slightly tugging you closer to him. The longer he stared at you, the more you wondered if your intuition was correct.

"...Do you want to cuddle?" You asked, attempting to hide your teasing smile.

He gave you a small nod, as if still hesitant to admit it. You couldn't help but giggle at his antics, reveling in his affectionate behavior for the night.

# CHILDE

The problem child. No pun intended. The kind to drink until he’s sick. And that’s the mess you have to deal with.

Getting him to leave the tavern is hard. He’ll keep insisting he’s fine for another round, all the while slurring his words and about to fall off of his stool.

Endless amount of pick up lines. He only says them to you, though. And some of them don’t even make sense. Sometimes you’ll get this treatment when he drunkenly forgets you’re already dating.

The sound of Childe's staggering steps was all you could hear at this time of night, when the streets of Liyue were stripped of the usual tourism. It wasn't often that Childe was able to go out, but when he did, it was quite the hassle.

You had luckily almost made it all the way home while supporting his weight, but it didn't come with ease. You were subjected to your boyfriend's constant pick-up lines and lame attempts at flirting. Each one made you either sigh or roll your eyes, the lines being much too cheesy for your liking. And, maybe you'd react differently if they weren't the same lines you've heard fifty times before.

He uttered another remark, causing a sigh to bubble in your throat. You pinched the bridge of your nose, "Childe, please."

He chuckled, though you couldn't tell if it was at your annoyance or his pick-up line. Honestly, it was probably both.

You trudged forward a couple steps in silence, Childe's gaze remaining on the ground and yours on the pavement ahead of you. Every step seemed agonizingly slow, with Childe's tall stature slumped onto you. Though, you relaxed a bit in the quiet of night; even if it was short lived.

"Hey Y/N," Childe started.

You deadpanned, "What is it, Childe?"

Judging by his frequent giggles, whatever he was about to say wouldn't be good. You could only prepare yourself for the next line about to come from his mouth.

"Did it hurt?"

"What- when I fell from heaven?"

His gaze shifted to you at your answer, smile growing into a lopsided grin. He seemed all too enthusiastic about this one.

"No, when you fell for me."

It was at this moment that you promptly let go of him. You thought you were prepared for any flirtatious statement he'd throw your way, but this one caught you way off guard. It was still too cliche to be enjoyable, but it was better than the other ones he had said. And, if you were being honest, you had felt your cheeks heat up a bit.

You watched as Childe fell without your support, hitting the ground with an 'oompf.' He groaned, rubbing his head with a wrinkle in his brow. But, that soon turned to chuckles as he looked up at you.

"Looks like I fell for you too!"

All you could do was groan and shake your head before helping him stand again, because at the end of the day, you loved the idiot too much to leave him.

꠵ TAGLIST; @sonder-paradise @snowbits

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #xiao x reader #childe x reader #kazuha x reader

[scribbledghost]

Omg I love mas muscled and I'm literally so in love with your fem Ghost ideas! I don't know if you seen (but I'm sure you probably have) those videos where it was just pouring outside with girls in heels and their partner would carry them to the car or over the curb to not ruin their shoes, but I literally can't stop thinking of this scenario with fem Ghost and was hoping you could write it. No worries though if you can't!

So, I haven't seen those videos, but I can picture it so so vividly in my mind and you are correct that Fem Simon 100% would do this. I don't care how much you weigh, she's built like a brick house and can lift just as much. She can (and will) carry you. Also, I know Simon isn't exactly a feminine name, but damned if I can't come up with anything else, so she's still Simon lmao.

It was supposed to be a simple date - just a nice dinner, and maybe getting your groceries for the week if Simon could convince you to let her tag along (the last time she did, she paid for your groceries while you were distracted, leading to some good-natured bickering and the teasing promise that she'd never be allowed to go shopping with you again). Yet, somehow, in the middle of dinner, you'd looked out the restaurant window and had made a remark that it looked rather dark on the horizon.

A half hour later, when you were both heading out the door, the heavens opened and the rain began to pour.

Suddenly, Simon's thankful that she chose the black button-up shirt instead of the white.

"Don't suppose you brought an umbrella?" you ask sheepishly.

"No, can't say I did," she replies.

The rain continues for several more minutes, showing no sign of letting up. Simon's truck is close enough to the door, it's simply a matter of you both getting up the nerve to sprint to it in the downpour.

Puddles begin to appear, and suddenly Simon wishes she would've worn some sort of blazer to put down on it for you to step over so your shoes don't get soaked. Like the men always did in those old-fashioned romance movies her mum used to watch.

Hell, she'd walk outside, lie face-down in the water, and let you tread on her back all the way to the truck if you asked her to. But that's a different matter.

The two of you wait a few more minutes for any sign of the rain letting up, but no sign of luck appears. And as much as Simon loves spending time simply being in your presence, she'd much rather do it in the comfort of your home or hers.

Then, suddenly, as she watches another couple sprint towards a nearby car, she gets an idea. She's quick to clue you in, as she'll need your aid.

"You want to what?" you ask through light laughter.

"Carry you," Simon repeats. "I'll carry you to the truck, you just need to open the door when I get there. Hands'll be full, y'know."

"Why on earth would you want to carry me?"

For a moment, she contemplates telling you the truth - that she likes holding you, likes taking care of you, and likes showing off her strength (purely because she knows you like her showing off) - but she reconsiders.

"Gotta keep your shoes from soaking through," she eventually says. "Y'said they're new, right? Be a shame to get 'em wet."

"Hm?" you say, then look down. "Oh, yeah, I hadn't thought of that... guess chivalry isn't dead after all, huh?"

"Chivalry ain't dead, love," Simon says with a crooked grin, "she's just a butch."

Then, without warning, she scoops you into her arms, one hooking beneath your knees and the other supporting your back. She'll have to tease you later about the little squeal you let out when she lifts you.

She wastes no time sprinting through the chilled rain and towards her truck, both of you laughing along the way. Once you get there, you open the passenger side door just long enough for her to sit you on the seat and retreat towards the driver side.

It was a valiant effort. Nevertheless, you're both soaked.

A moment of silence stretches between you two until Simon turns her head and catches your eye. Suddenly, laughter bubbles to the surface, filling the cab and her heart near to bursting.

You let her kiss you for the first time in that parking lot.

#where is my chivalrous butch lady where is sheeeeee #fem simon #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost scribbles

[fandomrose]

Blade- Scars of love.

Hello- this is a Blade 'what I think he'd be like in a relationship with a non-immortal.' Or rather a scenario I just dreamt up one day.

I tried to make his character as believable to Canon as possible, but, well its Blade and he's a bit 'not suited to a relationship.'

I do think he is alot different than alot of popular portrails of him. Alot calmer most of the time. Alot more caring but also not outwardly. Very much a ride or die (lol) man. And very dramatic. (We love)

There are warnings because.. Blade.

So content warnings for: angst, talks of life and death, blood, injuries, scarring.

Enjoy 💙

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Today started like any other. You and your partner Blade had just finished a sparring session and had showered together to clean off. It was a nice time, the two of you bonded through battle and through a, mostly innocent, intimate bathing time.

Like any other day you and Blade lay in bed completely naked as you trace his scars softly. The two of you were very comfortable with each others bodies at this point, blade never saw any point in being squeemish over nudity and that eventually rubbed off on you. His eyes are closed and his breathing even, if you didn't know his body so well you would think him asleep. You were jolted out of your reverence of his scars by his voice softly calling out to you though his eyes remain comfortably closed.

"What is your fascination with my scars? Do you not find them unsightly?" His voice was rough as always, but there was a softer quality to it than usual even if he was still intense.

"Hmm, no. On one hand its sad that you've been hurt so much but, I like your scars, they are attractive." You kept tracing them as if trying to prove your point.

"Good, you are strange from what I understand, but good its good you like them..."

You wondered what had gotten into him this evening, he never asked anything like this before. Even if he tried to seem blasé, he definitely had something 'scar related' on his mind.

"Of course I like them, they are a part of you. Also you'd be surprised, there are quite a few people that find scars attractive."

He didn't answer but you noticed that his breathing got slightly heavier.

"I want to ask you something.." You were once again startled by his voice. He sounded a lot more intense and slightly hesitant.

You looked up at him jolting slightly when you saw his eyes open and stare you down.

"Of course Blade what do you want to ask me?" His intensity was slightly alarming, clearly what ever he was thinking was deeply important to him.

"... I would like you to contribute to the scars you enjoy so much..."

"What? Blade, what do you mean?" You think you understand but surely he can't be actually asking you to injure him.

"I mean I want you to cut into me deeply, scar me, leave an everlasting mark on my body." He said it so simply, albeit incredibly intensly. He'd clearly has been thinking of it for a while.

You were shocked speechless and his request brought up the insecurities of your relationship. You are mortal, he is not. He had sworn off love after being betrayed by his best friends, he couldn't even fathom a romance before you. But you are mortal, and you will leave him behind one day unless he finds a way to die sooner. Elio claims he can't see the future you and Blade will share so you are both taking a shot in the dark with this very unlikely relationship.

Blade was still staring at you waiting for your response. He wasn't a fool, he knew this would be a big deal for you. Hurting Blade was out of the question in your mind, you hated him getting hurt let alone you being the one to hurt him, dispite his healing abilities. So he knew to let you wait to make a decision he would wait for you.

After a short while of deliberation you eventually decide to say... "yes, okay, I will scar you, but-" You put your finger up getting his attention for your terms. "I want us to prepare properly, towels, a med kit, sterile equipment. Even if it won't kill you I won't have you getting an infection."

"I want you to use I knife I made for you" was his only response. You sigh deeply.

"That's not safe blade..." He raised his eyebrow and looked at you blankly.

"I'll be fine, you know that."

You sigh again going silent to think before you nod. "Yes you'll be fine I know I just.. don't want to hurt you unnecessarily. Obviously there will be pain I mean you want me to cut into you so deeply it scars for a long time-"

During your worried ramble blade sits up and covers your mouth with his large hand. "Enough, I, will, be, fine. I know you care about my wellbeing for reasons I don't fully understand, but I will be fine. I want this. You- will leave me one day and I want something to remember you by, marked on this retched body. Though I would rather die by your side."

He had never verbally acknowledged the reality the two of you face and neither had you, preferring to leave it hanging above you both like a guillotine. You feel sharp, hot tears prick your eyes, blinking rapidly to be rid of them.

"Don't cry, it is mearly reality" He said simply as if he didn't have a care in the world. He did though, he cared and you knew it. He wouldn't have requested to be carved into by you if he didn't. It was such a bittersweet request and it touched you to know he cared but your very soul ached at the reason.

Blade twisted his hand to wipe the couple of tears that dropped from your eyes. Sniffling, you regain the courage to speak.

"I know it's reality but it doesn't make it hurt less. I really love you, you know. I can't fathom leaving you alone in this vast universe." You lean your head into his hand and breath deeply before continuing. "I will do it, I will scar you with the knife you made for me... what would you even want me to scar into you? Have you thought about it?"

"I have, I want it to be simple but memorable, not something that can be easily replicated by a random injury and something that wouldn't take you too long to do.... I couldn't think of something specific though do you have anything that fits that description?"

He really did think of nearly everything, even going so far to think of your own comfort. Something did come to mind though, something that did fit the description and symbolised you fairly well. You retrieve the knife he made you and look at the carvings, one was an intricate symbol of love from the Xianzhou and the other was a simple four-pointed star. A representative of you and the way you two met. Under a large four-pointed star that was suspended in chains, hanging above you on the world of your birth. That same four-pointed star would be your symbol of existence from birth to after death.

"I have an idea blade." He saw you looking at your knife and nodded a rare soft, almost inperceivable smile on his face.

"Alright, let's get set up then.." blade rose from his place on the bed and retrieved a med kit and some black towels. You could feel your heart beating faster with nerves as you watch him move through the room retrieving the necessary items and laying them out on the bed.

"Here we go. ... is everything okay? Do you still want to do this?"

"Yes, I'm just nervous, what if I make it badly, or ugly."

Blade frowned and you couldn't help but think you said something wrong.

"The purpose of the scar is to remember you by not be pretty"

"Right yes I know but I can't help but worry."

Blade just nodded and layed down taking deep breaths as he prepped himself mentally.

"I'm ready when you are... the scar is to go over my heart. Just to clarify."

You nod and move to straddle his lap sitting on his stomach be in the position to cut into his chest.

Blade looked relaxed beneath you, his arms were underneath his head and his eyes were closed. He was awake just more relaxed than you feel he had the right to be considering your own anxiety about what you were about to do.

The knife felt heavy in your hand as you spun it vertically in your hands trying to stop the shaking of your hands.

As if being able to feel your nerves, without you registering his movements blade pulls you down by the shoulders and gives you a short kiss on the lips then pushes you back up.

You definitely weren't shaking anymore. You felt slightly dazed at the speed he moved and the feeling of his lips against yours however brief. You blink out of the stupor to look down at Blade. He had put himself in the previous position but this time had a smirk on his face.

"Alright Blade, thank you. I'm- I'm going to start now."

"By all means, I am ready when you are."

You take a few deep breaths and lower the tip of the knife above his heart. The knife is sharp and it cuts through his skin easily. You know you have to move quickly to avoid causing him more discomfort. You cut deep and avoid flinching when you hear him suck in a pained breath. The process of creating the four-pointed star on this chest takes less than 2 minutes, but for you it feels like an eternity. Making the last cut you feel a deep sense of relief and satisfaction.

Blade had his eyes open and was watching your face shift signalling you were done. He looked down at the wound. There was alot of blood and once you registered the blood you felt you face pale as you hop off of his lap and get the gauze, bandages and another smaller towel. You dabbed away some of the blood then covered the wound with the gauze and the towel pushing down to stop the bleeding.

Blade was silent throughout the process other than an occasional gasp of pain. Once the bleeding had slowed down to an almost stop blade abruptly stood taking the towel and gauze off before walking to the full length mirror to admire the wound. He almost reverently traced over the open wound with an almost twisted grin on his face.

You smile shakily, genuinely happy to have made him happy. You walk over and wrap your arms around his waist and although you know the answer you ask anyway. "Are you happy with it Blade?"

It takes him a few moment to answer, he meets your eyes in the mirror. "Yes, it's perfect. You will always be with me now." He sounds wistful almost as if in a dreamland.

You watch in fascination as the wound slowly closes before your eyes leaving a deep and perfect scar over his heart of your four-pointed star.

"Thank you my star, no matter where you go, I will follow your guidance until our souls meet again."

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr blade #blade x reader #hsr blade x reader #bladie my love #he would kill me #but i love him anyway #i didnt know how to feel about him at first #but his development in jingliu's quest made me love him #his va is phenomenal #gn reader

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Dazai Osamu: Sake

“This sake or your love?” -Itchyworms

Genre: Angst // drunk!Dazai x gn!reader

⚠️: Toxic relationship

A/N: Sorry for not posting for a while, I haven't had any new ideas and I can't think of how to start with your reqs but nevertheless if you have any scenarios my reqs are open, just wait for me to have that sudden inspiration.

LINK: Masterlist

It was a cold and rough night. Dazai was drinking bottle after bottle, drowning his sorrows in the fruity taste of sake.

After a long day you found him laying on the couch with empty bottles of sake scattered around him, as if it were an elaborate trap. You stood by the entrance of your shared apartment, closing the door behind you as spoke with a worried tone "Osamu.. drinking? Again?"

Dazai waved his hand at you as if it weren't a big deal. "It's only a few bottles, don't make it a problem in your book." He spoke without a care in the world. "It's a problem in everyone's book but unfortunately, not in yours." You shot back. At this point you were used to his drinking but you still made it a point to take care of him and help him get better rather than enable his self-destructive habits.

"Well like you said, it's not a problem in my book so why do you act like it's a problem for you?!" He retorted, his tone seemed much more annoyed now. He sat up from the couch and narrowed his eyes at you.

You walked towards him, carefully walking past the bottles of sake laying round and about. You bent down in front of him to meet his gaze. "Osamu.. don't turn this into an argument, please just stop drinking, it isn't healthy." You held his hand gently as you spoke.

He looked at you with an annoyed expression and took his hand back from your gentle grasp "I'm turning it into an argument?! You're the one making it seem like it's a problem for you!!" He yelled, you suddenly stood back up and looked down at him angrily. "It is my problem too!! Who the hell do you think cleans your mess up?! Who do you think bathes you when you throw up?! Who do you think help you climb into bed when you're too drunk to do it yourself?!" You snapped, finally letting out the pent up frustration inside you.

"No one fucking told you to do all that!! You did that by yourself!! You brought it all upon yourself!! Why even put up with me if you don't like it?! You're the one to blame for your own problems!!" He retorted angrily. "Because that's what you do when you care about someone. I 'put up' with your bullshit because hurt people, hurt people. But you—you're dancing on the line I've set between us." You quickly spat.

"Then just fucking leave me if being with me is so hard!!" He exclaimed angrily as he shot you a glare. "Fine!! Take your time to choose between me and your precious sake!!" You yelled back, you walked back to the doorway and slammed the door shut and walked away without another word.

"Fuck.. fuck.." Dazai muttered to himself. He couldn't believe what just happened. You had never done that, usually you'd hold him tight and apologize—but this was different. "What the hell did I just do.."

You walked through the streets of Yokohama with an arrow through your heart. You didn't know whether to stay and help him the next day or leave and never return. You knew he only said those words because he's drunk but you also knew that you shouldn't excuse such words and actions.

After an hour you came back to the apartment, the lights were off and Dazai was on the couch, hugging a pillow tightly. You sighed, knowing that you'll come back to him in each and every argument.

You went up to him, got on your knees and sat on the floor near his face. You looked at him fondly with a soft and caring smile on your face while you gently swept stray hairs that covered his face. "I'm sorry.." he mumbled. You didn't answer him, you only caressed his cheek gently.

It seemed like he chose you—at least that's what you thought. In his mind he was still thinking about which he loved more, you or sake?

Spontaneous post: 07/02/23 12:35PM GMT+8 Philippine Standard Time

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs headcanons #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs #osamu dazai #angst #dazai x reader #dazai #osamu #dazai x gn!reader

[misshoneyimhome]

Don’t You Own a Shirt!

Jealous!reader x dominant!Willy;

Summary; well, there really isn’t one - this is just pure dirty thoughts; 🙃

Warnings; smut, 18+, oral sex (f!recieving), unprotected sex (p in v), sexual language, pleading;

Word count: 2.2K

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"Don’t you own a fucking shirt?" You exclaimed as you and William entered the condo after tonight's match.

"Come on, babe, it was just an interview," he responded casually, with a light chuckle, in is usually laid back way.

Both of you shrugged off your coats and headed towards the living room.

"No, William, it wasn't just an interview. It was yet another shirtless interview..."

But William just kept chuckling. A part of him found it so amusing how much it got to you, but you certainly didn’t enjoy it as much a she did.

"Feeling jealous?" he asked with a wide smirk, coming to stand in front of you, pulling you a little closer by the waist.

"Of course, I am," you tried to maintain annoyance, but a little laugh slipped out instead. Naturally, you weren’t all that mad at him, but you were slightly annoyed, and he needed to know that.

"Why? I thought you liked me better without a shirt on."

"I prefer you completely naked, darling, but I'd rather not have the whole world see it...” you flashed him a raised eyebrow and a light smirk. “Do you realise how many people out there are having a wank over images of you?"

"So? Let them," he simply shrugged.

You rolled your eyes, took a step back, and crossed your arms. You knew he had a point, but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being entirely right.

"Alright, so, let's flip the scenario: Would you be okay if I stood there in front of my colleagues, in just a bra discussing my job?" You quirked an eyebrow at him.

"That's different," William retorted. "That's seen as sexy - me without a shirt isn't."

"But it is, though... men, women, and everyone in between out there are ogling your bare, muscular chest," you teased, knowing you were hitting a nerve. "So, how would you feel knowing others were admiring my body, fantasising about being together, softly moaning as bodies were intertwine in sweat-?"

"It's not the same," he interjected, heading directly towards the kitchen with a huff, conceding silently. But you knew he’d never verbally admit his defeat out loud, so you decided to push the issue further.

Following him with deliberate steps, you leaned against the kitchen counter as William rummaged for snacks.

"Come on, admit it, babe. You'd feel just as jealous if the tables were turned," you teased, watching your boyfriend grumble playfully as he turned to face you.

"Alright, I'll admit it," he said with a confident smirk, indicating that you had definitely struck a nerve. And now, it seemed, that you’d pay for it tonight. "But let me remind you, no one else gets to see your body except me - and no one else gets to touch you except me."

And with those words, he swiftly hoisted you over his shoulder, eliciting a light shriek from you, before giving your ass a playful slap and carrying you towards the bedroom.

Dumping you onto the bed, a huge smirk lit up his face. Both of you knew what was coming next, and William was clearly feeling inspired in his playful creativity.

As much as he hated being proven wrong by you, he loved how you could always challenge him. It ignited something within him, and tonight felt like the perfect moment to unleash it.

William came to stand by the edge of the bed, pulling you all the way to the edge before he leaned down to unbutton your trousers and pull them off along with your already steamed knickers.

You couldn't resist flashing him a mischievous smile when you noticed the darkness in his eyes, a soft breath escaping your lips as you felt the cool air brush against your core.

Tossing your clothes aside, leaving you in his jersey, proudly displaying his name and number, William knelt before the bed with a mischievous grin, placing your thighs over his shoulders as he came face to core with your needy cunt. With his hands holding your trembling legs in place, he took his time to do what you needed the most.

His warm breath drew closer, sending a shiver down your spine, your body yearning for his touch.

If there was one thing Willy excelled at aside from hockey, it was eating out. And he always seemed to love it and knew all the right techniques.

First, his tongue came in contact with your folds; licking you up a couple of times to tease you and get you all riled up. Then, he took his time, sucking your clit, using all of his mouth and tongue to really get you wet. He played with your entrance, occasionally sticking his tongue in, before going back to your clit,

You were convinced that this must be what heaven feels like.

You could feel how your orgasm came closer, and how his grip became tighter around your thighs as your hand tucked his hair.

“Mmm, so close Willy,” you let out a moan, but it just sparked the Devil in him.

Pulling back just as your orgasm was about to reach, he moved his mouth to the skin of your thighs. Sucking and biting, while you felt your body’s disappointment of the lack of climax.

"Fucking tease," you whimpered, only encouraging William's actions even more.

He worked your inner thighs for a little longer, making sure he’d leave good lasting, colourful marks, before returning to your heat. And once again, he went deep into your core, and soon your orgasm was building up again. And this time, you tucked harder on his hair, making sure he wouldn’t pull back again.

Instead, he moved his right arm, and entered two fingers with ease inside of your heat, making you gasp a little moan, as you felt your walls stretching.

With a smirk against your clit, he flicked it a few times with his tongue, as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

Your heels sunk into his shoulders, and as you were once again at point of no return, he pushed you over the edge, causing a loud moan from you along with his name, as you reached your awaited climax.

After pumping his fingers a few more times, helping you through your high, he gently rose, licking his fingers clean, and began to undress. A satisfied smirk crept onto his lips, as he slowly removed his shirt and trousers, showing off the large bugle in his boxers.

Leaning on your elbows you looked at him with pure lust. Licking your lips, a little, you stared at his proud standing cock, coming free as he tucked down the tight fabric, tossing them aside as well.

Your anticipation almost made you feel your pulse racing in readiness to feel him inside you. However, instead of moving towards you, William took slow steps towards the nightstand, where he retrieved a pair of handcuffs with black fur - a gift as a joke from the lads a couple of years back that you had only used a few times. But tonight, William felt tempted to reintroduce them into your play.

"Hands above your head," he commanded in a husky voice, and you complied. You always loved William's dominant side in bed, and while he typically took charge, this particular side had a slightly darker allure to it.

With your wrist chained together, he then came to kneel between your legs, taking his time to admire his work of you sprawled on the bed, in his jersey with a dripping cunt. He gave your core a few strokes while stroking his length a couple of times, before he aligned the tip with your entrance, and painfully slowly pushed himself in.

"Oh, yes," you moaned, feeling him stretching you so good, and instinctively, your hands reached for his hair. Yet, you knew you weren't supposed to do that. And before you could blink, William seized the cuffs by the chain and swiftly restrained your hands back above your head.

“Bad girl,” he chuckled darkly, holding his position still as he was ball deep. “Are you going to be a good girl?”

And as the good girl you knew you had to be to earn what you so badly craved, you offered him your sweetest smile and nodded gently.

“Good.”

And with a smirk remaining on his handsome face, he started to slowly move his hips, making your inside feel every inch of the length, filling you up. While still holding the hand cuffs down, he increased his speed, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper.

Your breaths became heavier as you felt him pounding into you, roughly and without mercy, making you see stars. Your mind became a haze as his cock hit that very special, sensitive spot over and over again, and your second orgasm of the night announced it build up.

Feeling the knot starting to tighten in your lower abdomen, you couldn’t help but clenching your walls around Willy’s member.

“Willy, I’m gonna-“ you managed to communicate in between breaths, wrapping you thighs tightly around his hips, urging him to keep going.

But William had other ideas.

“Not yet,” he demanded, as he kept rocking his hips in his steady pace.

“But I-“

“I said, not yet.” His smirk had grown wider, his skin glowing with sweat as he just kept thrusting, well aware of how he was killing you.

As he could feel your clenching getting tighter, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer either. But despite craving his own release, he wanted to punish you just a little bit more.

And though he released the grip he held onto the cuffs, offering you a brief moment of almost freedom, he swiftly pulled out, flipped you over onto your elbows and knees, before he forcefully pushed back into your deep heat, earning a loud moan uncontrollably escaping your lips.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed as he once again picked up the pace, his skin slapping against yours, as he hit every spot inside your cunt.

“You like that huh…” William spoke with heavy breaths. “Why do you always have to be a fucking tease…” his voice was low and rough, as he thrust were harsh and deep.

“Because I can,” you managed to whimper, which seemed to be somewhat of a correct answer, as Willy started to speed up, holding a tight grip onto your hips.

The intensity was almost unbearable for the both of you. Your bodies were glistering with sweat, the sound of lustful, passionate moans filled the room along with skin slapping together. Breaths were deep and heavy, and as you both were amidst euphoria, striving to reach the much-needed climax and sexual rush.

“Willy, please,” you almost cried out. “I can’t… hold… back-“

You had to bite down onto your lower lip as it was all simply becoming too much for you to handle, and you had to use every single muscle in your body, not to give in and collapse.

“That’s it, baby, beg me.”

“Please, Willy…”

“Yes, come for me.”

Not a second could pass before you let out the loudest moan you’ve ever voiced, as you finally gave into the most intense orgasm, you’ve ever experienced. Your mind completely blurring, your vision going black, as you arched your back in pure pleasure.

And while fucking you through your high, William came to his own release, letting out a loud and deep groan, as spilled every seed he had in him, painting your walls completely.  

“Fuuuck…” he let out, as he slowly pounded a few more times into you, calming his breathing and trying to manage his racing heartbeat.

A few minutes had to pass, before you both could collect the powers needed to untangle from the position, and William slowly pulled out, and you turned to lay on your back.

Wide smiles graced both your faces, and you couldn’t help but let out light chuckles.

“Come here, let me take those off of you,” William smiled, as he reached over to get the keys for the handcuffs and untie you, before he came to lie next to you.

“That was…” you tried to speak in between breaths. “Intense.”

“Intense, indeed,” William agreed.

Again, minutes passed, as you lied closely and enjoyed the high of your intense love-making, before William broke the comfortable silence.

“Care for a shower?”

You slightly turned your head to look at him, and simply nodded with a satisfied grin.

Another thing William was also very talented at, aftercare.

Despite how intense and rough he could be during sex; just as gentle and soft he could be afterwards. He’d gently ladder your body with soap, smooth movements over your skin, and soft, romantic kisses on your lips, neck, and/or other places he though needed some sweet attention.

However, as morning came, and you’d made your way to the bathroom to freshen up, William’s creative work of art was hard not to notice.

“You cheeky bastard,” you spoke loudly, half baffled, half amused.

Red, blue, purple, and all other colours in between were distributed all over your inner thighs, where his mouth had done its job, as well as your hips, where his hands had held perhaps a little too tightly.

But despite your best effort to express your dislike of his work, William simply grinned in amusement. Sitting comfortably up in bed, with a confident, satisfied smile on his face.

“I told you; no one else get to touch your body,” he spoke. “I just made that very clear.”

You couldn’t help but let out another chuckle and gently shake your head of his mischievous behaviour, as you came to join him on the bed once again.

“Well, then it’s good no one else will ever get the opportunity to see it,” you flashed a smirk, as William pulled you in for a deep, passionate morning kiss.

#thirsty thursday #william nylander imagine #18+ #nhl smut #wn88 imagine

[imahinatjon]

Arlecchino X Male Reader X Columbina

Mundane Events

Sfw.

This one was actually a request (on a different site), and I'm so disappointed with how it turned out. But the ending was nice ig.

The request:

"I have a unique request. Could you do Arlecchino X Male Reader X Columbina.Where in this scenario, us the make Reader is the Tsaritsa's son and we have a nice relationship with Arlecchino and and Columbina (Basically a full and wholesome one)"

Occasions like this were always a bore. Full of... some important people you weren't really all that interested in. BUT, as she son of the Tsaritsa, you were basically required to be there, listening to talks of buisness matters.

You hardly focused on them. Rather your focus was elsewhere. Specifically, on a certain dark haired woman who graciously smiled as she pretended to listened to whatever was being said to her. She was the apple of your eye, well, one of then anyway.

To put everything into layman's terms, you were in a relationship. With Columbina AND Arlecchino.

Not information you would readily share with just anyone, private matters are private at the end of the day.

Columbina - the wonderful, beautiful, woman with the voice of an angel - the dark haired woman you were currently admiring from afar was a sweetheart. Everyone always said how strange and Unsettling she was. Not even child would dare face her in a fight because something wasn't right.

You of course, had no idea what they were on about. Sure she was a little oblivious and naive sometimes, Blissfully Ignorant. But she was sweet. Kind and adorable in every sense of the way. She always took good care of you - checking in to ensure you were okay, baking you sweet treats whenever she had a free moment. She was usually quiet, but always beamed up at you whenever she spoke, and you appreciated her enthusiasm, returning it tenfold as you looked at her just as fondly.

Arlecchino was a slightly different story. Everyone had something different to say about her. As for what you had to say? She was the most incredibly, determined and generous person you'd ever met. She wasn't the most expressive of people, but she always made sure to verbally express how she felt to you and Columbina. She always kept an eye our for you, and even at times offered to take on some of the work you had to do (which wasn't much in the first place so you always declined)

At the moment she was no where to be found, but you were sure she'd turn up somewhere.

Like right behind you!

"Excuse me, I'd like to borrow his majesty for a while" a familiar voice said, holding onto your arm to pull you away from the bore of buisness. She'd already pulled you away before anyone could protest, heading towards a balcony vacant of people.

"It seemed like you were getting bored" she said, opening the door for you to step out.

"I was bored over half an hour ago, but thanks"

You two stood in a silence for a few minutes, quietly observing the stars in the night sky. Silence like this was comfortable with her, relaxing. It felt as though all previous tension and worries were just being melted away by her presence, despite thr fridged cold outside.

The silence lasted only a short while though, because the doors were soon open again, and a pair of arms wrapped around you from behind.

"Found you"

Turning around in her hold, you looked down at columbina, resting your arms casually over her shoulders.

"It's so cold. What are you two doing out here" she asked. Tilting her head to, 'look' up at the both of you.

"There was too much noise inside"

"Hm. And too much buisness talk. I know it's important, but... I'd rather be spending my time with other people"

Columbia let go of you to put a finger on her chin in thought.

"Hmmm... why don't we go somewhere else then?"

"What?" You asked, though you shouldn't have been surprised by the suggestion.

"Would it even be okay for us to just...leave?" Arlecchino

"Come on, most of the other Harbingers have already dipped anyway"

That's why you ended up in the library, far from the noise, just the three of you to enjoy eachothers company, sat together on a chair in the library, Leaning against Arlecchino as she read out The Heart of clear Springs.

~~~~~~~

Tsaritsa: where did you run off to again?

You: just went to the library...

Tsaritsa: with those two Harbingers again? You really need to stop running out on these events.

You: I know but-

Tsaritsa: oh well. At least you were safe

💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜

I am actually planning to write another Columbina X Reader X Arlecchino. It's going to be different from this, was thinking 'date night' kind of thing, a special day spent relaxing... in a modern AU.

masterlist :3

#imagine #fanfic #genshin impact #x reader #fluff #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino #columbina x reader #male reader