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spacexseven · 1 year

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tuna tuna tuna I was suddenly struck with an idea: subordinate au au (au-ception, if you will) where subordinate turns out to be a government plant ala ango, and was much stronger than they let on. like imagine dazai and chuuya getting fucking WASHED by the nobody subordinate they got off on tormenting. sweet karmic justice. maybe they're also an extremely loyal and dutiful would-cut-off-own-arms-if-asked type subordinate to a higher government official as well, just to really add insult to injury.

I feel like chuuya would be more revenge-oriented to cover up the underlying hurt whereas dazai, depending on what level of delusion he has entered, will either 1) consider this a fun new challenge 2) be completely heartbroken or 3) convince himself that subordinate is being manipulated away from him (their one true love, obviously) and this is just all the more reason to ditch the mafia and drag them underground with him until things blow over.

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huhuhu there's been a big demand for subordinate reader getting their revenge/becoming stronger in my inbox so i thought it'd be the right time to answer this as well :>

cw: yandere themes

dazai should have picked up on the signs earlier.

had he become too comfortable with the thought of you being under him? for someone so self-assured in his position, he had not even a hint of suspicion that you might be more than you were letting on. had he become too used to the sight of crushing people under his foot? he almost didn't want to believe that it was you standing in front of him, casually talking to ango like you hadn't just shattered his entire perception of you within moments.

it only took minutes for you to straighten up in the middle of what he thought was a perfectly regular mission, and then you ignored his questions, beginning to walk away right as the warehouse was filled with blinding lights and loud noises. when dazai reached out to grab your arm and demand an explanation, instead of the usual wide-eyed rush of words he was expecting, you glared at him, so coldly that he was left speechless. even the way you twisted his arm to get him off didn't hurt as much as your glare.

it seemed like a whole other person had taken over your body, using your face and your voice to report calmly to ango about the targets and infiltration. ango...dazai felt anger rising in his chest—he ruined everything. you don't even spare him a glance when you walk past him, and he's so crushed by the betrayal that he doesn't even try to get out of the situation.

it's chuuya who's sent to get him back.

and it's chuuya who, unlike dazai, is thirsting for blood. he's so furious, yet so silent—it would have scared dazai, if he wasn't so fixated on replaying your cold expression in his mind. chuuya's scowl seems like a permanent addition to his face, but dazai doesn't even have the energy to make conversation or ask him about you. how easily he had been fooled—and by the looks of everyone back in base, he wasn't the only one who had been cheated.

while chuuya is hunting down ango, you and everyone else in on the investigation so he can ignore the painful sting of betrayal, dazai spirals into his current state. he's convinced, at first, that you had been forced into it. that ango had threatened your life and that was why you showed up at the pm all those days ago, trembling in the rain. he couldn't believe that everything was a lie. all the times you cried, was all of that an act, too? nothing he ever did truly got to you, did it? and here he was, broken over an espionage attempt.

his denial then turns to something resembling anger, and then he's decided the only way to get the answers he wants is directly from you, and not the fake persona you've been hiding behind. he's sure he'll grow to love whoever it is you really are, but first, he's got to get you out of ango's hands and back with him. for that, he's ready to take you down with him—even if it means destroying the remaining traces of the pm, and his only chance at saving himself.

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countlessrealities · 4 months

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Kisses under the mistletoe || No longer accepting

@alm1ghtysea sent: 💏 - my muse kisses your muse under a mistletoe without a warning (For Adrien and Kaito !)

Parties were the sort of scene Adrien was still getting used to. He had been to plenty of gatherings with his father, back when he had used to model for Gabriel, but those were easier to navigate. All he had to do was being quiet, talking only when he was addressed and smile for the cameras, if there were any.

This was different.

He wasn't sure of how Marinette and Alya had managed to convince the principal to let them hold a Christmas party in the school yard, but apparently not only they had succeeded, but they had also managed to turn the place into show of colourful lights and winter-themed decorations. The place was almost unrecognisable

Adrien himself had helped setting up the scene the previous day, but seeing it now, with the light of the day quickly fading away, everything looked as if it had been wrapped in a cheerful golden glow, with a touch of red and silver here and there. In one word, it was beautiful.

Had it been up to him, he would have gladly just leant against the wall, away from most of the crowd and enjoyed the scene. Not just the yard in itself, but also the people and the cheerful atmosphere that filled all the space. Unfortunately, everyone else had other plans for him, so he had found himself being dragged from one corner to the other.

Chatting with Nino, making sure that Chloé didn't mess with the sweets Marinette had baked, saving the latter from her own clumsiness, playing judge in an argument between Kim and Max.

And, last but not least, now Plagg was demanding to be fed some of the cheese from the refreshments table.

The teen had grumbled a little at the kwami demands, but eventually he had given in. Careful not to draw anyone's attention, he had made a beeline for the food, keeping watch while the creature scarfed down almost all the contents of the cheese plate. Hopefully, no one would have noticed, because he wasn't looking forward to lie and say that he had been the one to eat all that.

"C-C'mon, Plagg, that's enough," he whispered, ushering the kwami back under his shirt. "I'll get you more once we get home, alright? Someone might see you. And we can't...!"

The rest of his sentence was lost in a little huff as he turned around and bumped straight into Kaito. He had spotted the other teen here and there, surrounded by his friends, but he had never found the chance or a pretext to approach him...until now.

Adrien instantly opened his mouth to apologise, but, once again, his words got lost as he noticed something else, hanging from a thread right over their heads.

...Oh shit. Was that mistletoe?!

"Uh, h-hey, Kaito, I just..." He started, unsure of what to say. He had stared at the plant too long, because the other had looked up in turn.

Great, now the cat was out of the bag. And how he wished to be the cat, so he could have just zoomed away and hide on a rooftop.

"It looks like we...that's..."

Did his friend even know about that particular tradition? He was certain that it was something that had its roots in the Western culture. And if that was the case, then he would have looked twice as a fool, if he had tried to do what he was supposed to do. Maybe he should just turn on his heels and...

A hit against his lips cut through his thoughts and he quickly realised that it was Plagg trying to get him to just go ahead and...do the thing. Easier to be said than to be done. But, on the other hand, he couldn't stay there looking like a dead fish either, could he?

"It's tradition, you know, so..." He started again, trying and mostly failing to channel his inner Cat Noir.

This time he let his voice trail off on purpose, both because he needed the extra moments to steady himself and because he was hoping to catch Kaito off guard. The time to suck in a quiet breath through his nose and he was leaning forward.

He didn't dare to go for a kiss on the mouth, he couldn't have made himself to do it even if he had really wanted to. Instead, he landed his lips against the older teen's cheek, pressing a soft, lingering kiss on it. As their skins brushed, time seemed to stretch and the universe seemed to shrink down to the way their body heats mixed together.

The moment was suddenly broken as he moved back, the weight of the implications of what he had just done falling on Adrien all of a sudden. He could not have a conversation with Kaito right now. Not about the kiss, not about anything else.

"Oh, anyway, I...I see Nino calling for me. He probably needs help with...this thing from earlier," he hurried to say, not giving the other any chance to react. "I'll...Let's talk another time. Enjoy the rest of the party!"

And with that, he was off, making sure to disappear in the crowd before sneaking into the lockers room. Running away from his friend was starting to become a habit and he really did not like it.

Letting out a heavy breath, he leant his back against the wall, closing his eyes and running a hand on his face. He was a complete disaster when it came to handle this particular ordeal, wasn't he?

Exploiting the fact that they were alone, Plagg floated out of his hideout, coming to stand in front of his holder's face, green eyes shining with mirth.

"Damn, you're really bad at this wooing thing, do you know that?" The kwami huffed out in amusement. "Sooo...Does this mean that we're going home earlier and that I can get my cheese sooner?"

Adrien let out a groan, shoving the creature aside. "Oh, shut up, Plagg. We're not going home...yet. I'm going back out there...in a minute or ten."

#[ ic :: Adrien ]#&& Kuroba Kaito #[ ic :: npc ; Plagg ]#[ ᴵᵀ'ˢ ᴬ ᴷᴵᴺᴰ ᴼᶠ ᴹᴬᴳᴵᶜ ᵀᴴᴵˢ ᴰᴬᴺᶜᴱ ᴼᶠ ᴹᴬˢᴷˢ ᵂᴱ ᴱᴺᴳᴬᴳᴱᴰ ᴵᴺ :: ᴀᴅʀɪᴇɴ & ᴋᴀɪᴛᴏ ]#alm1ghtysea #[[ hope you don't mind I threw Plagg in this xD ]]#[[ Adrien needed a push ]]#[[ and also to be mocked for the half fail in the aftermath xD ]]#;; queue

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lokescurse · 6 months

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Hey, your writing is so good. I'm not sure if you write for him but...if you do. Could you some headcanons for Gojo? You seem to be really good at interpreting characters.

Maybe SFW A,F,G,R & O and NSFW A,F, I, P &K. Sorry if thats too much I'm greedy so don't do them all if you don't want.

Aww, that's so sweet! I'll be honest and say that I don't really like Gojo LMAO. BUT what you've said is so nice and really made my day, so I did it just for you. I actually had a pretty good time writing this, too, so thanks for giving me something fun to do, as well. I hope you like what I've put below the cut, and that you forgive me in case some of it is messy. I am writing this at 2am sdjks.

Warnings for: Length, spelling and grammar mistakes, NSFW themes, teasing, foreplay, temperature play, pegging, choking, possible OOC content, and also...possible manga spoilers? Not really but just in case.

These are all gender neutral!

SFW:

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Neither affectionate, nor without affection. Satoru is the kind to drop affection on you when he thinks it would be amusing, but may otherwise be forgetful about it. For instance, he would be the kind to introduce you to his students as his fiance(e) before you've even started dating, but he responds with "of course you do" when you say you love him.

Physically, I would say he probably isn't very affectionate at all, particularly in public. PDA is not his style....unless it's funny. The bit has to be worth it for him to drop his Infinity, after all.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

"Maybe someday", has long been the opinion of marriage that Satoru Gojo has held. He's not in any rush, but that doesn't mean he won't tease you with the idea. "You're so bad at spelling," he'll say, "guess it's a good thing you'll be getting a shorter last name soon."

Overall, though, I don't see him as being one to race towards the altar, so to speak. He may fall in love rather quickly, but he'd rather take his time and make sure you're going to stick around before even considering something more legally binding. After all, he's certainly had loved ones walk away from him before.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Gojo can be gentle, but he often chooses not to be. As I said, he isn't one for PDA or even physical affection to begin with, so a lot of the touching he gives tends to be for levity. He'll sneak up on you and plant a harsh pat on your back. He'll ruin your stretches with a poke to your midsection. He'll tug (lightly) on your hair as you're walking by to get an annoyed sound out of you. Things like that.

As for emotionally, it's mostly comparable. He's more likely to be flippant and even a little rude before anything else. That being said, when you're alone and the stakes are more dire, Satoru is willing to let you in and let you know what you mean to him. Just don't tell anyone, because it's likely he won't either. Not out of embarrassment, but out of a desire to keep the morale up for all the people who look up to him. If people were to find out he was being gentle with you before something big occurred, they'd certainly worry he doubted himself, and he wouldn't want that at all. His strength is their safety, and he doesn't want them to be afraid.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Similar to the above, you'll mostly get glimpses of his more emotional/sentimental side when you're alone with him. Gojo is well-known for his occasional moments of philosophy (ex: "No one can take youth away from the young."), so if you take the time to read into those, you'll definitely learn a lot about him. But, when it comes to deeper, more personal things, Gojo will likely only tell you in private. Or not at all.

There's a reason why no one really knew Gojo, even if everyone knew of him. Don't expect to know the whole story.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Despite the fact that he never fully reveals it, Gojo is deeply sentimental. He remembers everything about everyone. As such, he could never truly pick a favourite moment with you. They all cascade together in a picturesque slideshow of merriment. The times you were angry, the times you hated him, the times you trusted him, the times you were there for him...They all sit in picture frames on the mantle of his memory. It may seem a bit of a cop out answer, but truly, its the collection of all these moments that gives him hope for the future.

NSFW:

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Once the night has come to a close and you've all but spent your energy, Satoru is perhaps the quietest he's ever been. This still isn't silent, mind you, but the conversation dulls to breathy whispers. He's still teasing and taunting you, but it's at a low and easy volume as he traces circles into your skin. Aftercare with him often looks like being huddled together in bed, still bare and limbs intertwined. He tends to be lazy afterwards, but if there's something more you need him to do, he'll relent. You may be teased for it, but it'll get done. As far as he goes, just relaxing after is often all he needs.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Pardon me for saying so, but I very much don't see Satoru as a top. I see him being very open to positions in which his partner is in charge. As such, I think cowgirl variations are very agreeable to him. He'll take any version, but he will sometimes prefer to see his partner's face, if only so he can be snide about any obvious signs of enjoyment you're giving. It also allows you to wrap your hands around his throat. He's defiant, and he loves for his partner to be the same way.

If you're interested in pegging, or otherwise being the...penetrating party, he's very much open to this as well.~

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's terrible, truly. As mentioned, he's the kind to be bratty and defiant in bed. He may set a romantic scene if he's feeling particularly whimsical, but his sharp tongue will be in harsh contrast all throughout the time. He's fond of being teasing, and he'll find the most wild things to poke fun at. He's also definitely guilty of ruining the moment with jokes and nonsense.

You'll be on top of him, finding your rhythm and getting adjusted, and all will go well until he holds up a hand to stop you. When you ask him what's wrong, he says something like, "Nothing. I just imagined your nipples and belly button as a surprised face and now I'm distracted." Terrible.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

As mentioned above, I do see Satoru as being a fan of choking, particularly receiving it. Teasing, both verbally and physically, are also appealing to him, and he's open to both giving and receiving there. He can be very expansive with the types of teasing and foreplay he enjoys. Drag a feather up his torso while he's cuffed to the bed. Draw shapes on him with an ice cube. Pour wax across his back. It doesn't matter what it is, a small, repetitive sensation will drive him mad in the best way over time. He enjoys turning it around back on you just as much, too.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Mixed, I'd say. Satoru can find his groove anywhere, really. A rough session will be very fun for him, and allow him to go all out with his snarky remarks. He'll also enjoy wrestling control back and forth from you throughout.

A slower pace is also enjoyable to him, though you will find he enjoys the slow rounds to be a bit torturous with their foreplay. He'll be very willing to let things drag on just a touch too long. The more frustrated you sound, the better. That being said, you should feel more than free to dish out the exact same treatment on him. It's only fair, after all.

#Ramblings #Satoru Gojo #Satoru Gojo headcanons #Jujutsu Kaisen #JJK #JJK manga #sfw alphabet #not sfw alphabet #not sfw text #asks #asks answered #anonymous #requests #my writing #character analysis #long post

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ashketchumseleventhbirthday · 1 year

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Lavandula stoechas

Summary: Arven discovers a mysterious plant. Juliana touches it unwittingly and strange reactions run through their bodies.

Rating: MA - Content is only suitable for mature adults. May contain explicit language and adult themes.

Words: 2700

Notes: Finishing up the week with some smut! Lavandula stoechas or Spanish Lavender is an aphrodisiac plant, so...

“What kind of flower is this? It’s so beautiful.”

The gasp seemed justified. The flower has yet to bloom, still bundled together holding the secrets of its form, but Juliana, in her trips up and down Paldea, has never seen pedals so deep in colour or such thick black horns going all the way down the stem.

The girl leans in closer to inspect the vibrant violet petals. Even as only a button, it still looked amazingly beautiful, and she wonders if she can have one of her Pokémon to make it open faster. Even as their journey after the Hierba Mistica came to a close, there is still plenty of wonderous plant life in the country yet to be discovered, after all.

“I’m not sure yet.” Arven says from behind her, his footsteps growing louder as he makes his way over to the bush. “It was growing near some poppies but it doesn’t seem to be a part of the same species of plant. I’ve been waiting for it to bloom to see what kind of medicinal or poisonous properties it might have once it’s matured.”

He comes to stand next to her while he scribbles words on his notebook, still continuing the work he had started before she found him hiding away in the lonely lab. For a Humanities Track student, he spends a lot of his time at the biology department and the greenhouses, studying and describing the plant life.

The boy also had the unfortunate penchant to hole himself in his exploits, ignoring everything else around him, including his need to eat and sleep. He takes after his parents more than anyone would care to admit.

The smell of sugar and spice floats in the air around them, minty and sweet, something that Juliana came to associate intimately with her brutish friend over the course of the school year. She takes it in, almost completely forgetting about the flower in front of her. This close proximity make the butterflies in her stomach run wild.

Arven always did this to her when he was close, but, at the same time, he could not be more oblivious to the liking she has taken to him, infuriatingly so. Either he was painfully stupid or. if he did notice, he never let onto it, and she is still unsure of what she would rather believe.

Nevertheless, she is a persistent person. His spurious ignorance, or pretence thereof, has never stopped her from trying with him. Insistingly so. She brings him lunch between classes and League appointments because she knows he is working too hard to stop himself for a break. She is always keen in offering her opinions and thoughts to his never-ending need for knowledge when she came to his usual haunts. She manages his moods and does not take him too seriously when she knows he is riding on fumes, and she takes care of his small team of Pokémon when he forgets to.

At first, it was a service brought upon by guilt. Yes, Juliana did not murder his parents, but she was instrumental in their untimely demise, horrible people as they were. Regardless of how much he would say to the contrary, no-one comes out unscathed of this experience, and his obsessive behaviour gave weight to this observation. She would not want another disaster on her hands.

However, as time went on and she spent basically all of her free time around him, her guilty concern became a sort of desire. Desire to be close to him, to feel the warmth of him and have him tell her of the things running around in his mind. She is interested in his research and his observations, but also, she just really loved the sound of his voice and how lovely it sounded in her ears.

While she is not sure how Arven felt for her in return, and the fact he does not make her life any easier, his welcoming to her and her words were enough to tell her that he did at least enjoy her company.

She brings her fingers up to the flower, lightly running them up the silken pedals.

“Please, be careful.” The blond says sweetly as he watches the flower move under her touch.

As if her slightly chilled fingers had coaxed it to bloom, the flower bursts open suddenly. Large pedals go in every direction relieving a bright golden centre, very dusted with a darker shade of yellow.

Surprised by the sudden blossoming, they both lean in closer to inspect it and as quickly as it opened up, it releases a puff of pollen into the air. He reacts quickly, grabbing her shoulders with a gentle force to pull her back, though it is not fast enough to stop the pollen from invalid their senses.

It tickles her nose as Juliana inhales the floating dust, the air growing warmer down her throat and in her lungs the deeper it goes. Her chest burns, but it is not all that unpleasant, rather it feels… Strange. Unlike anything that she had ever experienced before.

She looks up at Arven to see if he is feeling the same. His hands are on his knees, eyes on her, studying her, watching her intently. His lips parted slightly as he breathes in. The sight makes her mouth water.

“Are you alright?” He asks, his voice deeper than it normally is.

Even if one is partially covered by his overgrown bangle, she can feel that both of his eyes remain fixated on her. She also cannot help but notice how dark they become as they look up and down her body.

“I think so.” She responds, scratching her left shoulder with her right hand. The bra strap over there seemed awfully uncomfortable all of a sudden.

The heat in her chest spreads throughout her body quickly, her head feels dizzy and she cannot keep his gaze for long.

Juliana closes her eyes, gulp down the saliva at the back of her throat, anything to help cool her, but every movement only seems to make it worse. Behind her closed lids, lay only lust-filled images of the cook standing before her. Things that she would never dare saying, not even thinking about.

Her body feels so sensitive, so hot it feels like she might burst into flames, but it is the flesh between her legs that aches the most.

Her eyes trail down his body and, even though her own body is screaming to touch what it sees, she rather wishes that she had not looked away from his face when she sees the incredibly hard bulge straining his pants. The vexing member was sketched very clearly against the beige fabric and it seemed larger than what she was led to imagine.

The sight has she pushing her legs together but, gods, she wishes she could just stay still. He notices at the exact moment she does and tries to bend and cover himself up.

“Juli, I… You, ahem, you’ll have to forgive me.” He coughs.

Arven seems to have difficulty in finding his voice at the exposition, but it is also incredibly hard to speak when all he can focus on is this girl and the way she is panting in front of him. If he could find the strength to do anything but force himself not to reach out to her, it is a sight he would love to register somehow.

He tried to get a hold on himself. “I can’t seem to... It appears this plant is an aphrodisiac, and a potent one at that.”

Her knees melt underneath her, her hands catching her before she hits the ground as she pants and fights for air. The coolness of the ground when it meets her legs does nothing to help how she is burning up.

The blond wants to reach out to Juliana, help her off the ground and apologize for this outcome but he is not sure he will be able to stop himself if he gets a hold of her. He would have to apologize later, for now, if one of them did not leave soon, he would do something crazy.

“One of us should leave, before I can’t control myself.” He hoarsely explains.

The aching between her legs grows tenfold within the time he says such a thing, and she can feel how wet she is as her essence starts to stain her panties.

With all her strength, Juliana sits up on her legs and looks up at him. Perhaps if they talk it out, it would not be so awkward and they could resist the pull of the chemicals by mental fortitude alone.

She immediately finds out that this was not a very intelligent idea. Good gods, does he look incredible. She has seen him be happy, curious, his own toned-down version of frustrated but never like this, like he wants to devour her. Her imagination of him in a romantic situation that came in her daydreams since falling for him was nothing compared to reality.

“I don’t want to...” She says through heavy breaths. “Flower or not, I want you, Arven.”

Juliana wants him to touch her, take her as he pleases, just as long as it is hard and it lasts. She wanted that even without the influence of the mysterious pollen, it just gave her the courage to voice it out loud.

“Are you certain?” He rasps, incapable of being any more eloquent.

She nods in response. “Yes.”

Not a moment later, his lips are on hers and he joins her in the ground. They are soft, cool against her own burning lips and she cannot get enough. Every kiss grows deeper than the last and she reaches for his coat to pull him closer. His gloves are quickly shed and his bare hands run up the sides of her neck, through her hair.

Those hands make her feel as though they are searing her skin and it has her moaning into his mouth.

“Juli, I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself much longer.” He says against her lips, his kisses slowing only to communicate with her. He does not want her to regret this or hate him for it after the effects of the pollen wear off. “Are you truly certain?”

“Yes, I’m certain. I’m certain. I… I want you so badly. Please, Arven.”

Without another word, his hands untangle from her hair and move down her back, pressing her flush chest against his and she moves her legs to straddle him. His cock is so hard against her core and just a light thrust of her hips through her pants is enough to have them both wanton and moaning. Slender hands cannot stop roaming over every inch of her body and her lips only part to breathe.

There is no will for patience between the two of them and their clothes get naturally shed quickly, most of them finding their way underneath her to keep her body from the cold linoleum floor of the lab. The cool air feels amazing against her burning flesh but it does not stop the heat that only continues to build inside of her with every desperate touch of his hands against her bare skin.

Juliana is a blushing mess against his piercing look, but she cannot tear her own gaze away from the perfect body that lay under his clothes.

“You’re so beautiful, Juli.” He coos from above her.

Arven attentively watches his hands trail down her chest, playing with her overly sensitive nipples before going down through her stomach. Every touch he gives her is so needy and leaves lingering flames in its wake. She cannot reply, all words she could have said leave her mind at the touch of his fingers on her folds.

She is soaking wet, her juices coating his fingers and only growing more wet with every touch. He pulls his hand away to grab himself, pumping his cock once before lining it up with entrance.

Even through the uncontrollable lust, he finds it hard to not study every reaction coming from her as he eases inside of her inch by inch. Every face she makes, every movement of her body, every noise that escapes past her pretty lips, he takes it all in and lets it drive his lust even further.

She is so fucking tight around him, her walls pulling him in even deeper with every rock of his hips. If he could speak, he would want to tell her how wonderful she feels, but he cannot find the words as he pulls himself almost completely out of her cunt just to slam back in.

The pace is animalistic and desperate but neither of them can find a single ounce of composure or care. All they want to do is to feel each other, let the heat in their cores burst. She bucks her hips up to meet him, the top of his cock kissing her cervix.

“Fuck, Arven!” She cries out.

He has always loved the way Juliana pronounced his name but, like this, in these circumstances, it drives him crazy in the best way. He grabs her hips, using his strength to pull them up to meet him again and again as he slams into her.

Soft sand-coloured locks tickle her forehead when he leans down to her figure and with her hands tangling in his hair, she crashes her lips against his with feverous intent. The sound of their kisses, their muffled moans and the lewd noises coming from her dripping cunt echo off the walls of the lab, all of them only growing louder the closer they both get to their climax.

Her fingers tug at his hair at a partially hard thrust, accidently pulling his head back in the process. The most sinful, the most angelic moan sounds from his throat, making her mind grow ever foggier and a flash of hot, white light rush through her eyelids. His fingers on her hips digging into her flesh, sure enough to leave bruises tomorrow and it pushes her over the edge.

Her walls pulsate around him, squeeze him for all he is worth and he cannot hold his own back anymore. Quickly, he pulls out of her and a desperate whine at the emptiness she feels starts to fall past her lips before she moans loudly, full once again but this time with his fingers.

Sticky hot cum coats her thigh as Arven pumps his finger in and out of her, letting her ride out her high for as long as possible. He watches from above, unable to decide if her fucked out face or his fingers disappearing in and out of her abused pussy is the best place to look. They are both such lovely sights.

With heavy, heavy breaths, her chest rises and falls evenly and, for the first time since the flower bloomed, her mind feels some sense of clarity. Her legs begin to shake, his fingers becoming too much when she became overly-sensitive. His fingers slip from her walls, and again she finds herself hating the emptiness she feels. The blond quickly finds her clit again, rubbing in gentle comforting circles.

“Arven…” She calls breathlessly, not really knowing what she is supposed to say in this situation.

Juliana opens her eyes to look at him. She is not sure what she wants to convey first, but perhaps she should apologize or ask if he is okay or tell him she does not want this to be the last and only time they are together, but even if it was, she does not regret it.

Before she can get her bearings, though, Arven takes a deep breath and opens his mouth, purposeful.

“Juli, I’d like to show you my feelings for you like this again in a more proper setting, if you’d allow me.” He says, with a tranquillity and a confidence that he neither feels, nor comes naturally to him. “Perhaps you’d like to have dinner with me tonight? I’d love to cook something for you.”

She smiles widely. “I’d love that, Arven.”

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9th Gen Masterlist

#9th gen #herbamysticashipping #arven

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echo-of-sounds · 2 years

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birthday letter

-Toshi x f!reader-

This was a commission! The commissioner asked for a birthday letter from Toshinori. Because of his work, they haven't seen each other in a few weeks, so he sent a letter reminiscing about their relationship.

Warnings: it doesn't go into graphic detail, but there are some smutty themes in this

To my Darling,

Happy birthday! I truly hope it was as relaxing or celebratorious as you wanted it to be. You look great today. No, I don’t have to see you to say that. My heart tells me it’s true. Yes, I know that’s cheesy, but I couldn’t not write it. It’s just what you do to me.

How have you been feeling? My fingers are crossed for sunny days and joyous times. Life hasn’t been the easiest for anyone lately. I understand how tensions build, but I sincerely hope any stress and anxiety has calmed, even if by a little. You deserve a break, my love.

And before you wonder why I wrote a letter, I’m aware most would consider this to be an outdated form of communication. It’s quite inconvenient, and I’m already finding myself struggling to make the ‘perfect’ sentence. Please excuse any scribbles you find in this. I’ve already run this poor notebook bare with mistake after mistake. I’d rather not fill up the trash can with any more wasted paper.

I feel terrible that I couldn't make it home for your birthday. I saw an article about hand-written love letters. It was undoubtedly for teenagers given its rather odd wording (I learned the word ‘thot’ today), but it still gave me this idea. Hopefully, it’ll make you smile more than a simple text would! I also feel it’s a better means of expressing my love. Let us see if my execution is special and intimate like the article suggested.

I’ve been okay. Work has been demanding from all sides. As a result, my free time has been slim. I’m sure you’ve noticed my lack of calls and texts. Just know, even if I don’t text you ‘good morning’ or ‘good night’, I’m still thinking it. You’re always on my mind. As much as I love my job and everything it entails, I wish it didn’t steal me away from you so.

I passed some stunning gladiolus on my walk home. They were reddish-pink with white and apricot tones, and their scent was like a rose’s. Oh, Sweetheart, you would have loved them. I wish I could have saved them for you, but I knew our next time together was too far away. I couldn’t buy them just to watch them die.

I’m unsure as to why, but they really got me thinking of our dinner at ‘la Lanterne de Vanille’. You loved the peach-colored roses that decorated the tables. Goodness and the dress you wore that evening was divine. I had a difficult time focusing on anything else. Except, I can recall that one man that sat behind you. He kept staring. I never mentioned him before as to not spoil the mood, and I don’t like the feelings of jealousy. I know they’re natural, but I tried to ignore them, especially since I was the one that you allowed to take you home, kiss and caress and undress you slowly, and hold you in my arms as we fell asleep.

Some days, I feel it’s impossible to love you more than I did before. Yet it keeps happening. I love you so much, Darling. I miss you. I can’t wait to fly home.

The apartment here is so quiet without you. I know that's another cliché sentiment, but that doesn't mean it isn't true. As I grew up, I got so used to living alone, and now, I've gotten so used to living with you, it's quite lonely whenever we're apart like this. I miss our showers. The hot water rendered me weak, worsened by your back rubs and comfy hugs. I miss your songs. I miss the sweet smiles you'd give me, looking away when I caught you singing to the plants. It makes me wonder how loud you sing when alone. Either way, I’m positive they appreciate your tunes as well.

All I know is I want to see you as soon as possible. I just don't know when that'll be. My schedule is calming down, so hopefully, I should make it back to you within the oncoming weeks. I want to be with you for the holidays. While their meanings and purposes differ for everyone, to me, being with those you love is the most important.

That article suggested burning a candle can help set the mood for writing a letter. I chose that ‘Love and Amber’ candle you love so much. Part of me feels it's a waste to burn without you here, especially with it almost being gone. The other part appreciates it more than my words could ever describe. It reminds me of all our nights together, filled with passion and lovemaking, and I could focus on your utterly alluring body, nothing else, and your gorgeous brown eyes shining in the candlelight, your smiles and laughs, all the marks you're insecure about, your skin, and your stomach I love to kiss.

Our first night together always remains in my mind. Not to get too corny and mushy, because I know how much you love it when I do, I remember trembling with nerves the first time I saw your body, so much so you had to help me with your bra. My cheeks are hot just thinking about it again. You were just so beautiful — so soft and sensual. Your lips were like butterflies on my skin. Your fingers touched me, my scar, as if it wasn’t my ugliest part. You made me feel like it wasn’t. Your warmth and nails on my back were heavenly. It’d been so long since someone held me tenderly. The more I felt and kissed you, the longer I held you tight, keeping you gently and snugly against the bed because nothing else mattered, and the deeper I pushed, the higher my heart soared. You’re the last person I want to see me like that. I genuinely don’t believe I could make love to another like I’ve made love with you.

My gosh, I don’t know if my writing is portraying it as explicitly as I’m thinking it, but if I keep going on like this, I might need to take a break. It seems my body has missed you more than I previously thought. I’ve gained a bit of momentum writing, though, and I don’t want to lose it.

Frankly, these long weeks we’re separated test my resolve and ambitions. (I was going to say ‘love’ instead, but that’d be a mistake. No distance could test my love for you. That I am doubtless about.) It’s when I start missing you this badly that I find myself thinking the way I used to: that I didn’t and don’t deserve you. It isn’t one thing I think like that about. It’s an entire laundry list. But hearing your voice on the phone and getting to see your smile in those adorable photos you send me dispels those fears. They always have. It’s your passion and humanity and honesty and devotion and sensuality. I probably shouldn’t list everything. That’d make this letter far too long. Just know that if I was a sailor out at sea, you’d be exactly what a siren song would make me envision.

These times away simply reaffirm my feelings about you and make our reunion that much grander. I have a few small plans in mind. Some are a bit too embarrassing. My hand is refusing to write them. Regardless, I’m certain you can imagine one or two of them. One of your presents goes along with this, too. I’m still amazed that I managed to go to a store to buy it, instead of ordering it online. I guess my desire to pleasure you and hear your sultry moans is more powerful than my bashfulness. Sweetheart, I don’t know how you do it. You still surprise me eight thousand eight hundred kilometers away. It’s a wonder.

Have you any ideas about what you’d like to do once I get back? It’s a little difficult thinking of excursions in a different country. A movie and dinner out is always a classic. I’ll treat you to whatever you want, always. A wine tasting tour would be fun. I can’t drink, but walking those picturesque vineyards and watching you sample all the wine to your heart’s content would be quite the day, I’ll admit.

If you’re feeling something more exhilarating, maybe we could try an escape room or ghost tour? Those are supposed to be rather fun. I assume for different reasons, though. I remember our last ghost tour, at that old haunted maze, was definitely exciting. My heart took quite the beating. Whatever you’re thinking, I’ll indulge.

A notable, candid friend of mine said he thought I spoil you, but I don’t agree with him. I simply like to pander, pamper, and please you. I think it makes sense given how much I love you. Besides, I’d never spend the money for myself, so I might as well spend it on you, Darling. You deserve the fun and comfort.

This letter is getting longer than I thought it would. By the ninth paragraph, I was enjoying myself a bit, and I just know I’ve had a goofy smile on my face this entire time. I can't really complain about that. It always happens when I think about you too much. Although, I don’t think one could think about their lover ‘too much.’ I’d argue it’s healthy for the heart and soul. I might do this more often. I’ve enjoyed my time writing, reminiscing about our time together.

For now, I’ll say goodbye. I hope you have a good night. Fall asleep knowing how I miss you, your body, your songs, and cute clothes. I have my memories to tide me over. I look forward to seeing you soon, finally enacting on all these gathered thoughts and feelings. And I look forward to loving my best friend for the rest of my life.

#all might #all might x reader #yagi toshinori #toshinori x reader #all might smut #all might imagine #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha smut #commission

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sugamamacustard · 3 years

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Sweet little chick

Pairing: Mafia boss! Alpha! Sugawara Koushi! X Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Yandere

Request: N/A

Summary: The Karasuno Crows fell to the will of one person and one person alone. You were expected to do the same to the mama crow.

Warnings: Slight/Yandere! Themes. Stockholm Syndrome, Collars, dresses, blood/core/ mafia compliant violence.

Author’s Note: An anon on my main blog (Shameless plug, it’s @angstyclowns) sent me an amazing message and I took care of myself for once and now I’m super motivated! Also, I’m tried keeping this gender neutral, but reader does end up in a dress and thigh highs, so I’m sorry for that!

Requests: Open!

Disclaimer: I do not condone the acts below, please do not kidnap people you fancy and force them to stay against their will until they pull a beauty and the beast. Thanks for reading!

Sugawara Koushi

➵ You weren’t sure how long you had been there.

➵ In fact, at this point you weren’t sure you cared.

➵ You were respected here. People groveled on their knees at your feet for your favor, just to make you smile.

➵ Because if you liked them, your alpha was less likely to slit their throats. You were a direct link to getting in the alpha’s good graces.

➵ At first, you hated it. Hated the feeling of people begging you for their lives.

➵ And sometimes, sometimes late at night, you hated it now too. Hated how their screams still rung in your ears, begging and pleading for you to help.

➵ Most times, your alpha tried to keep you out of the bloody weeds of his business, but some times, when Noya or Hinata weren’t quick enough to stop a new guy who royally messed up from begging you to call off the hit.

➵ At that point, you had to hide in your nest, close your eyes and cover your ears until Suga came to comfort you.

➵ In the beginning you would smack him away, but now you craved his touch. His hugs, his purrs, his words of reassurance, anything he would give to you to settle your fears.

➵ You weren’t sure why you pushed him away in the first place, as you were much better now. You were getting help after the untimely death of your parents (Car accident), you had friends (Suga allowed you to keep company with some of the other crows’ omegas), and everything you wanted at the snap of your fingers.

➵ You were perfectly content with life as it was.

➵ But that didn’t mean you didn’t have your own rules to follow.

➵ Your alpha had several rules to follow, especially because of the role he played.

➵ When he had meetings with Fukorodani or Nekoma, you were to sit on his lap, in whatever tight little number you were gifted that day, and stay quiet. Occasionally, Daichi (Who ran Karasuno along side Suga) would bring his own omega and you two would be allowed to talk quietly among yourselves or play Animal crossing together.

➵ If you had a concern or comment, you would whisper it to Koushi, who would either allow you to share or re-word it himself.

➵ The other leaders thought you were the second cutest thing in their worlds (Their own omegas holding first. But you were reminded them of their own omegas they left at home) and always listened when you spoke, treating you like a valid member of the Karasuno crew.

➵ Which you were.

➵ But not in the same sense as everyone else. You were more-or-less an innocent bystander that held the title.

➵ Under no circumstances however, were you allowed to talk to someone that wasn’t approved by Koushi. Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa (Read, Iwaizumi), even Ushijima were all approved, their omegas too, but no one else.

➵ They understood this, growling at their guards and anyone else they brought for a meeting to stay away.

➵ But unfortunately, not all people took the gracious warnings they provided.

➵ The day started off like it normally did, with Suga waking up far earlier than you cared to know.

➵ He pecked your lips while you groggily watched him get ready, button his shirt while you sat up to run your hands through his hair.

➵ “Do you have to leave so early, Koushi?” You whined, pulling him down once more to hug him tightly. He chuckled in your ear, pecking your cheek before prying you off.

➵ “Unfortunately I do, sweet thing. But I promise, I’ll back to pick you up for the meeting later.” A final kiss was pressed to your lips before your alpha was off, tightening his tie on the way out and slinging on his suit jacket.

➵ Predictably so, you went back to bed, sleeping until a knock on the door woke you up.

➵ Hinata walked in slowly, beaming down at you brightly before setting down a silver and gold box and walking back out, closing the door behind him. You liked Hinata. He seemed to have a second sense to when you wanted to talk or when you just wanted your alpha.

➵ His omega was lucky.

➵ But you were more lucky. You got to see your alpha soon, since he always had your dresses delivered in the time frame that allowed you to get ready right before Suga would show up to pick you up

➵ So you shakily got up, stretching and yawning before picking up the box and sliding off the top. The dress inside was a velvet black up until the bodess, which was a sweetheart neckline. From there, a mesh overcoat covering your shoulders and arms hooked around your neck. It was beautiful.

➵ So you slipped it on quickly, styling your hair with dry shampoo and whatever else you deemed appropriate and slipping some black thigh highs to match before clipping on the final accessory

➵ It was a pristine white collar that buckled around your neck, with a small white bell and a hanging heart charm that simply said your name. It wasn’t as extravagant as the other omegas’ collars, but it suited Suga-- who, in a way, owned you.

➵ Like clockwork. the moment you finished tightening the collar your alpha was knocking on the door, opening it soon after and smiling at you.

➵ He was in a different suit then what he left in and his knuckles were wrapped, but you didn’t want to question it.

➵ “Ready to go?”

➵ You nodded excitedly, hooking your arm with his and making your way out of the room. He grabbed your switch (Which he had gifted you, custom with your favorite colored joycons) on the way out, soon leading you to the ‘meeting room’.

➵ Daichi and Kuroo both smiled from their conversation when you two finally made your entrance, nodding in your direction.

➵ Suga sat in his chair, allowing you to sit in his lap right after before passing you the gaming console and starting the meeting. (Kuroo and Daichi said something about how lucky Suga was that you were ‘ready’ whatever that meant)

➵ You didn’t care to listen, probably for the better, only playing animal crossing with small hums leaving you.

➵ Twenty minutes in and all was fine with minimal disagreement on whatever was going on. At least, minimal trouble for the alphas.

➵ You felt a sense of unease set over you while you were playing a while ago but hoped it would just disappear.

➵ But it never did.

➵ You looked up to see Suga completely enveloped in the conversation with Kuroo and Daichi, so it wasn’t him, nor the other two alphas.

➵ Looking around, you noted it wasn’t any of the Karasuno crows that were in there.

➵ All the usual people Kuroo brought with him were focusing on the void.

➵ All but one. You had never seen him before but he looked slimy from here. Even Lev (One of Kuroo’s bodyguards that got along with literally everyone, including you) was standing far away from him.

➵ His hair was greasy and blue. A gross as blue that looked like he tried to go for silver but failed.

➵ It was disgusting to you and he was staring directly at you. Who tf was this guy???

➵ You mindlessly nuzzled back into Suga’s arms, which made him falter and look down at you before going back to the conversation (A land deal?)

➵ But the feeling never faltered.

➵ You had tried getting up to go the bathroom once during the meeting but the feeling at you sitting right back down, trying so hard to focus on your game. Your scent was burnt slightly, which set Suga on edge, but what made it even worse was when the boy- smelled like beta- offered to take you off of Suga’s hands for the meeting.

➵ “A frail thing like her shouldn’t be in the company of such vile conversation topics, yeah?”

➵ “We’re talking about land, what about that is vile?” Suga sneered, switching from looking at you to the man. He could tell you were off the moment you burrowed into him.

➵ There weren’t any excited giggles coming from you if you discovered something new. No squeals of joy when you finally, finally caught that fish you had been trying to catch for however long. Nothing. Silence and tense muscles.

➵ He had been trying to figure out what was wrong with you the entire time until it suddenly clicked.

➵ The male spoke and you were grabbing his shirt like a lifeline.

➵ It was him.

➵ This beta was making his omega uncomfortable.

➵ Kuroo and Daichi picked up on this fairly quickly, Kuroo already apologizing to Daichi before looking to the Beta.

➵ Suga didn’t hear what they said, but he felt Daichi pushing you and him out of the room. A silent promise in his eyes.

➵ He picked you up effortlessly, taking you to your room and setting you in your nest and scenting you excessively

➵ You whimpered and allowed him to do so, the switch being discarded somewhere.

➵ Suga held you to his chest for hours after that, silently planning ever terrible thing he would unleash unto the unsuspecting beta.

➵ there was nothing in the world Suga wouldn’t do for you.

➵ He killed for you once and he’d do it again over and over again.

➵ Whether it be faking a car accident or disposing of trash, keeping eyes on you with specially planted agents, Suga was willing to do everything for you.

➵ And he certainly had the means to do so.

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bluewinnerangel · 3 years

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Hi! I was listening to Fine Line and Sunflower comes on. Could you maybe explain why the song is called 'Sunflower, Vol 6' rather than just 'Sunflower'? If you have the explanation that is. I'm kinda new to the fandom and I don't know a lot and your blogs really help! Thank you!

Hi! I don’t have the explanation because he never explained it, but I got my interpretations and I’ll share them! For those not new here I know the thing about stages of sunflowers has been talked about a lot but I just wanted to go over this from scratch and have it weaved into the rest of my interpretation here because this song is amazing and why not talk about this some more sdkasjklk

I think the song describes multiple stages of a relationship, where mid-song it starts over (and he still wants it all the same and the love is still just as pure and ohhhh im emo). I think it’s autobiographical if that needs to be said, and reflects on a time everything was pure crisp new relationship, the first cycle, but then they were not who they used to be, swimming in a glass half empty. That low point isn’t described in Sunflower Vol 6, instead it just skips to a later timepoint and goes “your flowers just died, plant new seeds in the melody”: they start over, a new cycle.

So then skip to what “Vol. 6″ could mean, and I think that has to do with stage 6 of a sunflower: stages 1-5 are those from seed to fully matured, where at stage 5 you can either cut em and put em in a vase to never get another cycle again from that flower or continue to stage 6 where pollination takes place, the flower starts wilting but seeds are developing, allowing a new cycle, in line with Sunflower Vol 6′s vibeyvibe.

And about that not described low point, I think we can find that description somewhere else, as I think Sunflower vol 6 describes a time pre- and post Two Ghosts [and Two Ghosts in turn describes a time around late 2012] (this bit is copied from another post):

Basically, when he takes this sharp loud inhale about 1,5 mins into the song, that’s where you could just plop down Two Ghosts. Then when Two Ghosts ends we’re coming back to Sunflower at “your flower just died”, the aftermath of their first “things were good and now they’re not” that is Two Ghosts (or: the dying of the sunflower is described in Two Ghosts) but now we’re moving on and the story continues, where he is still wanting to get to know the person, wanting to start over, “I’m still tongue tied”, and so on. This because he links the 2 songs through the lyrics:

Two Ghosts: Tongue-tied like we've never known Sunflower vol. 6: I was just / I’m still tongue-tied

Two Ghosts: Tastes so sweet, looks so real, sounds like something that I used to feel, but I can't touch what I see // Trying to remember what it feels to have a heartbeat Sunflower vol. 6: Sometimes / Sunflowers just died, keep it sweet in your memory (This one isn’t as clear as the other two, but, it’s sweet, and he remembers now)

Two Ghosts: The fridge light washes this room white, moon dances over your good side (kitchen + dancing + night) Sunflower vol. 6: Kiss in the kitchen like it's a dance floor, I couldn’t want you any more tonight (hey it’s kitchen + dancing + night!)

So basically vol 6 =

asdjkldksjfh sorry I had to

Related: Sunflower vol 6 readings

@ialwaysknewyouwerepunk’s Sunflower Vol 6 close reading

My main Sunflower Vol 6 analysis thing but it’s a parallel chaos rabbit hole you know what blog you’re on lol

small addition to the above

There’s some sprinkles of Sunflower Vol 6 in this mixtape reading too

Just a lil Harry’s themes in music thing caused by “my eyes, want you more than melody”

#sunflower vol 6 #sunflower #smart things with lyrics #welikeparallels #two ghosts

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bittersweetmorality · 3 years

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OMG CAN U PLS WRITE A SUB CHUUYA SMUT I BEG

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE BABIE!! sub chuuya is my favorite chuuya 😋😋 sorry this took so long !! i was actually admitted to the hospital and .. YUH so i haven't been able to do literally anything for a bit. but ! i back. also i was listening to the Mitski cover of Let's Get Married the entire time i wrote this ANYWAY i hope u enjoy ^_^

— i'm going to take such good care of you, baby~ pt. 1

☾ pairing: sub!chuuya x GN!Reader (f!bodied reader in the next part, but no pronouns specified in either)

☾ summary: chuuya wants you to take care of him

☾ warnings: very suggestive themes, but no explicit smut (yet), making out, i think that's it

☾ a/n: HIHI Y'ALL. i'm currently writing the second part and it's basically finished, i just thought the only way to pace this fic out was by separating it into two part-- idk why it just seemed off to me if it wasn't. BUT ANYWAY ! SECOND PART OUT VERY VERY SOON !!! and it's literally filthy like ... lord have mercy

☾ w/c: 1,358

| PART TWO |

the entire evening, chuuya was barely being subtle about his feelings— his desire. light touches on your thigh that lasted a little too long not to arouse suspicion, kisses that lingered farther than they should’ve, and the dark look in his eyes as his gaze drank your figure.

even the most oblivious person could tell what was going on— chuuya was never one to hide his feelings, anyway. even at an extravagant event like the annual port mafia gala, he still managed to show enough PDA to make anyone uncomfortable.

pressing you against him on the dance floor, trying his best to subtly (but failing miserably) grind against you, bringing his face down to your neck.

“chuuya!” you yelped, as he nipped a small mark against your collarbone. “i told you, we’re leaving soon, can’t you calm down for just another 10 minutes?”

you weren’t against PDA— of course not. you knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to be his girlfriend. but, you just wished that he would be professional for this one night and hold himself together so you didn’t have to shield your eyes from the stares of mafia members.

“aw, are you flustered?” his movements were slightly sloppy from his light alcohol consumption, and you could feel his smirk against your skin. you scoffed, placing your hands on his shoulders and pushing ever so slightly for him to look you in the eyes.

he didn’t move an inch.

“no. i’m not flustered, chuuya,” you tried again, with more force this time. “i just—“ again. he still didn’t budge.

with a huff, and your patience running dangerously thin, you grabbed his chin harshly. his eyes instantly met yours, big and full of surprise.

“we’re going. now.” your voice wasn’t loud, but it would be nothing if not powerful; stern.

you had his undivided attention now.

he blinked dumbly a few times before snapping back to reality, and doing his best to regain some semblance of composure “ahem— the gala doesn’t end for another half an hour, babe. we’re in no rush, are we~” he moved in to steal another kiss, his eyes dark and his hands lingering.

your jaw tensed, and your grip on him even rougher now, “did you hear what i said? now.” you nothing but growled lowly in his ear.

you swear you could hear his breath hitch in his throat, but at that moment your frustration ran far too high to find the means to care. you grabbed his hand, speeding to the front hostess, and giving her a half-hearted ‘thank you,’ as she returned your fancy dress-coats.

as the two of you rode back to your shared apartment, the tension in the air could be sliced with a knife. you noticed that way the red-head seemed to shrink in the passenger seat; but most certainly not out of fear. intimidated was the better word— and as if he wanted to know what you were going to do next.

you’ve never acted like this before, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it.

“chuuya, baby, why didn’t you listen to me when I told you to tone it down?” you questioned. your tone wasn’t completely calmed down yet, but it was significantly more gentle than at the event.

he scoffed, “can’t help it when you dressed up like that, doll~” he attempted at teasing you and taking more control, despite his inner dilemma.

something about the way he thought he always had complete control just made you want to ruin him. you just gave him a small smile, planting a small kiss on his cheek and saying nothing else.

by the end of the night, you just knew you would make sure he listened to every command you gave him.

for the remainder of the way home, you barely gave him any attention, simply turning on your music and keeping your focus on the road. his neediness didn’t subside; if anything, it only got more heated. he still had one hand on your thigh, stroking lightly and squeezing occasionally, whispering sweet nothings like, ‘can’t wait to get you home,’ and ‘want you so bad.’

you couldn’t agree more.

finally unlocking the front door and stepping in, you were instantly met with a messy kiss from chuuya, his arms beginning to snake around your waist.

oh god, was your patience running thin with him tonight.

you grabbed him by both of his wrists, pinning them by the sides of his head and looking him straight in the eyes, “you should know by now, you’re not calling the shots tonight, baby.”

chuuya was never one to give up quickly, you knew. it wasn’t going to be easy to get him to submit to you, but damnit, you were going to make this man beg on his knees for you to fuck him.

he groaned into your mouth as you kissed him roughly, gently poking your tongue out to brush against his pink lips in question. instead, his lips sealed immediately, breaking away from your kiss and looking into your eyes with a dark gaze.

oh, you knew this would be difficult.

“let go of my hands,” he growled.

“or what? what’re you gonna do about it, sweetheart?” you cooed in his ear. you could feel his muscles tense under your hold as if he was about to break out, but you quickly moved in retaliation. You caged him in with your body and bringing your knee up to brush against his growing bulge. “hm... you want me to let go, but it seems like you’re enjoying this just as much as i am, sweetheart~”

his brow quirked upward, the way it does when he doesn’t know what to say for himself. his body was betraying him. without realizing it, he was finally able to submit to you— throughout the entire evening, the butterflies in the pit of his stomach were purely anticipation.

anticipation for what you were going to do to him.

yet, he still attempted to break out of your hold, feeling the strain in your hold. he was much stronger than you-- you both were well aware of this. if he really wanted to break out and take control, he could. of course, you wouldn't let this remain unspoken between you.

"something the matter, hun?~ you want your hands free?" you whisper, letting your voice run low and your breath fan against his ear, "hm? if you want it so bad, then do it. you know i wouldn't stop you~"

you gave him his time, never rushing him to make the final decision, you wanted chuuya to as comfortable and content with everything.

suddenly, you felt the tension in his wrists go limp. you expected to feel reluctance radiating from him, in his eyes, in his actions. instead, you were met with his blue eyes, big and round and trusting. he relaxed into you.

he was yours.

you chuckled lowly in his ear, basking in your victory for a short moment before beginning to lead him to your shared bedroom. you wanted to make sure the entire experience was perfect,

just for him.

suddenly, you felt a light tug against the fingers wrapped around your hand, ever so slight that if you weren't giving him your undivided attention, you may have missed it.

you looked back at your boyfriend, immediately being able to pinpoint his nervousness.

"hey... chuuya, baby," you whisper, cupping his face gently. "if you don't want to do this, that's okay. hm? i promise, okay?"

he moved his gaze up to meet your eyes earnestly.

"take care of me... please," he said under his breath.

your heart swelled at his words. you knew just how much courage it took for him to say it, and how much trust he had in you for him to mean it.

"oh, honey... don't you worry..." you coo, pulling him flush against you, chest-to-chest. despite his nervous appearance, you could feel his arousal press up against you-- straining against his slacks. oh, he definitely wanted this.

"i'm going to take such good care of you, baby~"

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zackcrazyvalentine · 2 years

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Zack's Short & Sweet Commissions

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poisonousroxstar · 3 years

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Imagine:

Hajime Hinata with a Yandere AI S/O who can control the killing game

Trigger warning: Yandere themes (reader/you), forced relationships, manipulation (mentally, emotionally, literally), pain. Probably OOC (sorry). ❗❕SPOILERS❗❕

Note: this was inspired by @daisyfics headcanons on a reader similar to Monika. Please go read them, they're very good! Also. . Idk about this one, I might rewrite it. I just felt inspired and went with it, but it's probably super ooc for hajime.

You were a rogue AI, originally made to help the remnants of despair. But in the end, you only cared about haijme. . Or izuru, but you probably preferred the former.

You took control over everything that happened in the machine, overpowering monokuma's own control. Instead of ending the killing game though, you allowed to continue.

Because, it helped get you what you wanted. And what you wanted was hajime's affection, and love, and devotion.

Hajime only saw you as another classmate at first, but he slowly began to develop a small crush on you. How couldn't he? You affected such a charming personality. He couldn't help but fall for you, especially when you showed him affection (which, originally, he was a bit uncomfortable with).

Day by day, you progressively got more clingy and even demanding of his time and attention. He'd shut you down when you'd get like this, trying to reason with you and attempting to calm you down when it was obvious you were getting jealous and even occasionally hostile; it was getting ridiculous now.

So, you'd take your anger out on the other students. You'd never harm haijme though, probably not anyway.

You began to tweak and twist the personalities and mental states of all the ultimates on the island, making them dislike, avoid, and even react aggressively towards him. He didn't know what was happening, why everyone suddenly hated him. Even chiaki and usami avoided him now, with pained and pitied looks on their faces.

And then, you'd swoop in, showering him with love and affection. You planted seeds in his mind, that he didn't need anyone else; all he needed was you. You two together could take on the entire world. Just the two of you.

And those seeds sprouted magnificently. Haijme had no one to turn to, no one that would listen except you, and your sweet comforting words brought him so much love.

The only time people would listen was during trials, which had progressively became more frequent and violent. He hadn't noticed how bad everyone had gotten, since you kept him on a tight leash.

And even during those trials, people would state their distaste towards them. He even asked why everyone hated him, and all they could reply with collectively was "I dunno, I just do".

The one who seemed to not have any dislike towards him was chiaki, who--while not being able to speak or even interact with him directly--could tell him through letters. She warned him about you, telling him in a note that you were the reason why everyone was acting strange. Why she couldn't talk to him. Why all the students suddenly couldn't stand him.

At first, he didn't believe it. But the more he thought about it, the more he began to get suspicious. You were so clingy, so suffocating even. And soon, he began to believe chiaki. Were you spreading rumours about him?? So you could isolate him? So you could have him only for yourself??

When he confronts you, asking if you were the one who made everyone dislike him, you're puzzled. How did he know?

You tell him no, that you'd never do such a thing, which he doesn't truly believe. Before he can refute, you ask him why he asked, and he replied dumbly by saying it was chiaki who told him.

And this would lead to an argument. You asking why he was with chiaki, him asking why you want to know and why she couldn't talk to him because of you.

He eventually stormed off, frustrated and angry at you. And you were left feeling the same, but now with a deadly thirst for digital blood.

Chiaki was found dead the next day, her body crushed under the weight of broken debris. Several monomi bots were alongside her, flatten into pancakes.

Hajime looked so confused, and disturbed, and distraught at the sight. And here you happened to be, trying to make him feel better. Trying to comfort him in his frozen state, likely running your hands down his arms or patting his shoulder saying 'it was bound to happen' in a neutral or possibly even jovial tone.

But hajime isn't comforted. He's actually scared now, because he thinks you did it. A deeper part of him knows you did it. And he accuses you of it, which. . While yes you did, doesn't make his tone any less hurtful.

So, you tell him the truth about it. How you only did it because she was getting in the way of something she couldn't understand! She was a threat, and had to be taken care of. You described everything, and it only made him feel sick and revolted at you.

He tells you you're a monster, a murderer, and that he's gonna tell everyone what you did. And those words sting, and they make you angry.

So you threatened him, telling him you'll get rid of everyone if he doesn't act like you wanted him too. He challenges this remark, and so you fight back.

You show him exactly what you mean by reanimating chiaki's broken corpse, moving it and speaking through it like a puppet. He's stunned at first, before he freaks out and flinches away when you move it closer to him.

You bring him to where everyone else is, and display just how much power you have over this world. You begin to bring everyone who died back, this time really alive and working. Everyone's shocked, some are even happy. But that happiness is short-lived when you give in to the power.

You started to twist the world around you, and began to corrupt and brutally change everyone. You had them killed, brought back; executed, brought back, and so on. And hajime has to watch them killed in front of his eyes again, and again, and again.

You even punish him too by forcing him to remember who he really was, overloading his senses, and then going even further by killing and executing him as well.

He's breaking down faster then you thought, begging you to stop. He's crying, and in so much pain, but you just keep it going until you think he's had enough. And that isn't until hours in. Or at least what he thinks is hours.

When you're done, everything's gone black. Everyone's gone. There's only hajime in the fetal position, eyes stained with tears and exhaustion. He's shivering, and even the faintest touch would induce pain to him in this moment.

And then you swoop in, gently caressing his skin. Even if his body appeared fine, the pain and cuts and bruises still felt like they were there. So when your touch only caused him to feel soothed and calm, he was confused. . And instinctively his body wriggled closer to you. Weakly

You whispered into his ear, shushing his silent sobs and flinching. You told him it was all ok, it was all alright. You were here, and that's all he needed.

After that, hajime was careful.

You 'reset' the program, bringing everybody and everything back to their original slates. Except for hajime. He's forced to remember what you did to him. You make sure he remembers so he won't step out of line.

Chiaki and monomi are gone. They were no longer needed. And knowing you erased them completely just adds another layer of despair and depression for him.

He hates you. He fears you, but what can he do? You have him and everyone else in your control.

Don't bother thinking the future foundation will help either. Your control is so extreme, you're able to work the machines now. And besides

Their bodies are long dead anyway.

They'll never leave you. . He'll never leave you.

If hajime tries to fight against your grip well. . You may just have to punish him again. And if that still doesn't fix him, then. .

Maybe you'll have to be much more direct with the problem, by picking apart and swapping around his code. After all, everything's just 1s and 0s now.

He may come a little different, but he's still your hajime. He's just. . The version you want him to be.

And if that is the route you choose, then he'll love you unconditionally.

And really, that's all you want.

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aressss1 · 3 years

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The Bloody Red Banquet

(Technoblade x Reader)

Read me on AO3!

A/N: Descriptions of blood and gore, as well as death in this one, so please turn back if that makes you uncomfortable. Also spoilers for the Red Banquet, if you haven't seen it yet.

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“Why aren’t you going to be there?” You whined, trying to give your love your best sad puppy dog impression. This caused an irritated sigh to escape Techno’s lips, as his eyes searched your face.

“The last time I was at celebration it didn’t go well… Or do you not remember that.” He grumbled. “You shouldn’t go.” His eyes pierced right through you. “Why would they just change their tune that quickly?” He questioned you gesturing in the direction of the main SMP. “It’s not safe.”

“Puffy and Niki asked me to go…” You bit your lip looking away from him. “Puffy doesn’t trust them either, and she’s got something planned if things go south.” Techno’s eyebrows furrowed, and he sighed, his hands dropping to his sides. You were going to go against the rules and bring your armor, not that you would tell Techno that, it would just make his point stand even more.

“I’m not goin’,” He walked back toward his seat as he summoned his axe. You watched as he proceeded to sharpen the tool in his hands. “I’m not gonna stop you from goin’, I want you to have fun, and I could only hope they’re serious.” You gave a huff at his words. You wanted him there to back you up if need be. “I know you can handle yourself, you’re a great fighter.” He sighed, his eyes focusing back to the axe in his hands.

He had his own plans regarding that banquet, he trusted you with his life… He just couldn’t risk word getting out about his plans. He would be there for you if need be, but he needed everything to go smoothly for him. He wasn’t about to lose you to the egg or anyone else for that matter. The netherite axe in his hands felt heavy, and his fingers tightened on the handle. You could handle yourself, he had faith in you and your fighting abilities.

“Ugh fine…” You pouted climbing up to your shared room, finding your best clothes suitable for a banquet, you put them on feeling the fabric hug your form. You examined yourself in the mirror adjusting your hair, smoothing out the wrinkles in your clothes that you had missed. Some time had passed, and you were ready. Climbing down the ladder, you could feel Techno’s eyes on you, watching you. You gave him a smirk. “You sure you don’t want to come?”

He gave a grumble as he set his axe down by his chair, walking over to you. Brushing your hair out of your eyes, he gazes over your face with a fond expression. You melt at his touch, as you place your hands on his chest. His hand slips up to the back of your neck.

“You look amazin’,” His deep voice grounds you and you close your eyes as his face inches closer to yours. “I can’t wait until you take those clothes off.” You felt heat rise to your cheeks, as he kisses you hungrily, his other arm wrapping around your lower back to pull you even closer to him. He was still able to give you butterflies. You loved this hybrid. You almost whimpered when he pulled away. “You…” His thumb stroked over your cheek, “have a banquet to get to.”

He pulled away from you, admiring the hungry look in your eyes. He made his way to the chair again taking hold of the axe. He wanted to go with you, especially with how you looked right now… But he couldn’t just back out on Quackity. This was too important.

He watched you go, the sound of the stone sharpening the axe echoing through the house made it feel very lonely. But he would be with you soon. You would be safe.

It was a… Very red banquet… You were the second guest to arrive it seemed. So, when Ponk had taken your coat, you made your way to the venue. Niki was talking with BBH, you were about to go say hi to her when Sam and Puffy came in behind you. Puffy called you by your name excitedly and started gushing about your outfit. You turned and gave her a smile, meeting the two of them by the entrance.

More guests arrived by the minute. Everyone looked amazing, and you giggled when Foolish flashed his rolex and started handing out the cider he had brought. It was cute watching Puffy with Foolish. Eventually, everyone moved to the dance floor. The music started up, and people started dancing, swaying to and fro with the music.

Puffy had gone to talk to BBH and you found Niki, she flashed you a smile, and you started dancing with her. You had fun twirling around with her, the both of you laughed dancing to Hbomb’s song of choice. By the time the two of you were out of breath, leaning on each other, Puffy had come back to you, linking arms with you and Niki, as she was excited about the shrimp cocktail that Antfrost had promised her.

You sat next to Niki; your eyes curiously look over the red soup on the table in front of you. Beet soup? It wasn’t the best, but it was… red… Like everything else here. It definitely fit the theme. You could feel Ponk’s and Ant’s eyes on you as they whispered to each other, from across the table and you had a bad feeling settle in your stomach.

Once everyone was in their place, you all listened to Bad’s beginning speech, asking if others wanted to make a toast. Foolish volunteered going first and you gave him an encouraging nod when he looked over you and Niki. Though his speech was… a little on the rough side, you raised your glass when he called for cheers. Niki patted Foolish on his shoulder as he sat back down on the other side of her.

Eret volunteered to say a few words next. He held himself with grace, as he stepped up on the table, scanning those around him. You could have sworn you saw the monarch side of him come out. His toast was well said and you realized that even though he spoke words of everyone being reunited… You bit your lip. Spoken like a true king, even if the reality wouldn’t be that easy. In fact, it was near impossible, too much has happened, and you would be a fool to believe words like that.

Ponk’s speech was short… and sweet? It was… Interesting… to say the least. You and Foolish exchanged confused glances when Sam called Ponk beautiful. Wasn’t he the one to take Ponk’s arm? You shrugged it off opting to think about it later. Everyone raised their glasses in a confused manner, well everyone except for Puffy, who stood up on the table, looking like she wanted to say her piece.

When Puffy spoke, she was casual, mentioning how the egg tore her, Bad and Antfrost apart. You gave her a smile when she glanced over you and Niki as she expressed that she didn’t want any more friendships being ruined over the egg anymore. Everyone cheered as she made her way back to her seat.

You pitied George when he was thrust into giving a toast, he clearly hadn’t thought of doing. But he did well, considering. Even asking Ponk about the soup. You giggled at Ponk’s explanation of free-range beets. George gave a yawn as he made his way back to his seat.

Lastly it was Bad’s closing speech, and you listened intently. Your hands fidgeted with your glass. You kept seeing things in the rafters of this place, shadows… You had your armor in your inventory, you weren’t gullible, and even though Bad spoke of nothing but good things for the future… The temperature rose, causing sweat to bead off of your skin… Toward the end of Bad’s speech… Your back was burning, and when you turned around and were met with a wall of lava. You stood as Bad spoke those words, the words you had been waiting to hear. The words that confirmed that this was nothing more than a trap.

“Prepare to die.” He spoke it so casually… Hearing the gasps of the other guests, you and Niki back up, creating as much space in between you and them as you could without touching the lava at your back. You and Niki watched as Puffy confronted all of them. Pulling up the tablecloth from the table revealing a chest.

“WHAT!?” Her shriek rang through out the entire banquet. You felt your blood run cold, your eyes connecting with Niki’s. Bad laughed as he summoned forth a set of diamond armor… Hannah, Antfrost and Ponk followed suit. Hannah stepped forward. A tainted apology spewing from her lips. You felt your fists clench and unclench as you were stepping forward, your eye on all of their swords, which they eventually swapped to their crossbows. Sam, stepped forward, his eyes on Hannah.

“Well… That is tragic that you told them about our plans for the armor, buut…” Sam paused, continuing after Bad questioned him on what he meant. “There is something, that you should know… I had another plan because I didn’t trust you.” His eyes pierce through Hannah. You felt your lips quirk up as Sam mentioned his plan to blow the egg up.

It all happened really fast, and you braced yourself, your hands coming up to cover your ears as TNT rained on top of the egg. Your eyes were closed, and you straightened up, your eyes looking over the still intact egg once all of the TNT had detonated. Obsidian covered the egg as if it were armor. Your heart sunk as you watched as the obsidian disappear without a trace. The TNT had failed…

You tuned out Bad’s laughing, your eyes looking for any possible way out of this situation. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears, and you were having trouble breathing. You willed yourself to calm down. Bad pulled everyone’s attention to the egg, as he stood in front of it. Straining to hear what he was saying you push through the crowd, planting yourself at the forefront next to Foolish and Eret.

You were able to focus, when Eret called Bad a monster, only to receive insults back about his past betrayals. You bit your lip, your hands itching to call your armor forth, now wasn’t the time. Your eyes scanned over Eret gauging his reactions.

“I’ve changed since then! I know not to break peoples trust anymore.” He was silent, his hands clasped behind his back, he truly held himself like a king. Bad smirked announcing that Eret would be the first one to be sacrificed on this night. You felt your eyes widen, adrenaline coursing through you. You tried grounding yourself, making sure your feet were firmly planted where you stood.

You had to hold yourself back as they grabbed Eret, forcing him to kneel in front of the egg. Antfrost pointed the tip of his sword at Eret’s throat his ruby red eyes staring daggers at the crowd that watched. Eret’s crown fell to the ground as Hannah push him down exposing his neck for Antfrost’s blade to see.

You grit your teeth, what could you do in this sort of situation. The others tried talking it out with Bad, but you zoned out of their conversation. Opting to once again scanning the area for anything that might help… Your attention snapped back to Eret and Antfrost, as Ant held his sword up, readying it to come down. You felt your feet start to move on their own, well… That is… Until Foolish started talking, you felt yourself stop, listening to what he had to say.

“Enough! I am sick of this foul, red stench. I am tired of this endless cycle of egg nonsense. I tried, WE tried to give this dreadful egg another chance. But it’s probably best it ends this way.” Your eyes flick over to Bad as Foolish keeps talking. Trying to gauge their reaction, you ready yourself to summon your armor. “But can it withstand… A barrage of lightning?”

A few painfully long seconds, pass by… Your stomach lurched when nothing happened. Foolish fell to his knees. Studying his hands, he shook his head.

“I don’t understand…” He was in genuine disbelief. His eyes lock with Eret’s. “Why… Isn’t it working?” He asked, as if Eret would know. Today was filled with many disappointments… You gulped down the lump in your throat, listening to Bad gloat, about how we were in the egg’s territory. We held no power here, as a human, and even as a God...

“Why don’t we start with Foolish instead?”Ant’s words caused Puffy, to scream her repugnance at them. They ignored her, as they dragged Foolish up from his knees and to the area where they previously kept Eret.

“You two Bad, Ant, this is your last chance with me, your very very last chance. I am done after this.” Puffy ran to the front, anger flashing in her eyes as she looked over all of them. You could only watch, as Eret made his way over to you. Puffy was a good mother, defending her son. You listened to them fight, your hands shook at your sides. Ant blamed Puffy for everything that they were doing… Saying it was her fault… When Ant stopped talking and the sound of the blade had sliced through Foolish’s skin, his body falling to the ground made you tear up. Puffy screamed and you summoned forth your armor.

The netherite armor you donned clung to your body, it was always such a perfect fit, expertly made by Techno. Foolish was dead and it was clear you needed to fight, otherwise you wouldn’t get out of here alive, and if this didn’t help you didn’t go down helpless. Everyone screamed as Puffy sunk down to the ground, tears in her eyes, her burning eyes trained on Antfrost.

“Oh? What’s this?” Bad eyed you with an amused expression crossing his features. “I think we have a party pooper on our hands.” Bad’s group homed in on you. The sword in your hands was heavy, Techno and Phil had taught you how to fight. You could easily take down one maybe two, but there were three on you in an instant. You couldn’t even get a swing in with your sword, before they knocked the weapon from your hands, grabbing your wrists, and binding them together.

“Let go of me,” You kicked and thrashed your legs to no avail. They had an easy time getting you into Foolish’s spot. They made you kneel… Where he kneeled… His blood pooled where you stood, it soaked into your outfit, the sight making your stomach churn in disgust.

“Don’t worry, you will be a part of something bigger, than you and I.” It sounded like Bad was trying to reassure you… “Good thing that armor doesn’t cover their neck.” Bad shrugged as his eyes flicked to Ant who held his axe, instead of the sword he killed Foolish with, at the ready. You tried wrenching away, but Hannah’s hold on your hair kept you in place. You couldn’t see anything, but the bloody ground, tears on the brink of flowing. Techno’s words about it not being safe echoing in your mind.

“I’m sorry… Techno.” It was barely a whisper, no one heard it but you. Out of the corner of your eye Ant raised his axe and in one fell swoop he brought it down. Your whole body tensed, and you waited for death… But it never came. Instead, a loud clang of metal on metal sounded out above you. Ant’s axe went flying, landing near puffy.

“Bad stop, stop what you’re doing right now.” Quackity’s voice sounded out and Hannah’s hold on you was released as she backed away from your very own blood God who now stood next to you. Your heart soared at the sight of Techno, who didn’t hesitate to pull you up from your kneeling position and to him away from the enemy. You looked around for Quackity who had his hands up as he talked with Bad. He still had a sword in his hand, as he talked.

You listened to Quackity, who you hadn’t seen in forever, not since he had kidnapped you to get an edge on Techno, so he would come easily to his own execution… His gnarled face… You knew Techno had done a number on him… But… It was easy to forget who Techno was and what he could do. Quackity was a good reminder, and you nuzzled yourself closer into Techno’s side. Techno’s eyes scanned over you, looking for any wounds. But when his eyes turned back toward Bad, he let out a whistle and out from the opening, you assumed Quackity came from, a hoard of dogs rushed in, as they planted themselves around their master. During Quackity’s speech Purpled made himself known, and you figured that had to hurt the eggpire since Purpled was working for them. You gave a sigh of relief.

“Techno. You and Quackity are enemies why would you side with him?” Bad’s glare shifted from Quackity and Purpled, to Techno. Your Blood God tightened his hold on you as if they would snatch you away from him.

“Listen Bad, I didn’t want to work with this guy either, but this egg… Is warpin’ people’s minds, it’s controllin’ them, and it has no plans of stoppin’ until it controls the entire world.” He paused, his nose wrinkling underneath the pig skull mask. “This egg stands for everything… It’s the epitome of everything I stand against as an anarchist, and if I don’t stop it… It’ll be the end of the world.” He squared his shoulders his eyes glancing toward you. “Not to mention, you almost killed one of the people most important to me, and for that, I’ll see that you will get tenfold what Quackity got.”

“ANTFROST YOU’RE DEAD!” Puffy screamed, she had grabbed Antfrost’s axe, and she ran at him swinging wildly. “You’ve taken my kindness as weakness Antfrost!” Her axe hitting him square in the chest plate he tried blocking and dodging most of her shots, but to no avail, he stumbled back. She brought her axe down hitting him square in the jugular. Blood sprayed over her, as her grip tightened on the axe, and she pulled it out with a sickening crunch. His body fell to the ground and she turned around, her eyes scanning the crowd; it was truly a look of despair only a mother could feel.

That was when everyone broke out fighting. Techno held you behind him, his cloak now covering your body. The dogs stayed around him attacking those who got close enough, keeping a good perimeter between the two of you and them, as Techno shot his fireworks at the enemy. You pressed your face in between his shoulder blades, your fingers intertwining in his shirt, just waiting for the sounds to stop.

When Bad called for retreat, and everything quieted down you felt yourself breath a sigh of relief. You just wanted to go home at this point. You listened to the conversation around you, as Techno put his arm around you. His fingers rubbing tiny circles in your arm to try and comfort you.

“Come on, I’ve got you darlin’,” He whispered in your ear, once Quackity said his piece to him and Sam. He carried you on his back, back to the place that you both called home. When you felt the windchill, you shuddered, happy to feel it again. Tears sprung forth and you buried your face in his cloak, your tears soaking into the red material.

When you got into the house, he fed the coals of the fire, making it come back to life. He scans over your form, his heart sinking when you didn’t look up at him. He could have lost you in a second. Taking off his mask, he presses his lips to your forehead, his hands running up your arms.

“Darlin’ let’s get you out of these clothes,” the scent of Foolish’s blood permeated the air, making the voices in his mind louder and more aggressive... Aggression wasn’t something you needed right now. He helped you get undressed finding more comfortable clothing for you to wear. While you bathed and eventually got dressed, he made dinner for the both of you. You were still in disbelief, that you almost lost a life, not to mention you felt horrible because Foolish did lose a life… You didn’t want to eat when Techno slid food in front of you.

“Eat, you need your strength.” You nodded and picked at your food. You weren’t hungry, but if you didn’t at least try, you would worry Techno. That was the last thing he needed. The two of you ate in a comfortable silence, and when the two of you were done with dinner, he set your plates in the kitchen sink, opting to do them later. He turned back to you kneeling down to your level, letting his lips graze yours.

“I love you.” He never said it out loud before, he always made sure you knew though but this time was different, sure Quackity threatened your life when Techno was on his way to his execution… But to see an axe flying toward you… Was a completely different feeling all together. Your tears sprang forth at his confession, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, as you sobbed. He held you close, even picked you up and sat down in his chair with you in his arms. “I’m here. It’s okay.” He tried calming you, as he pressed kisses to your head, while you sobbed into his chest.

When you did calm down and you just laid there with your head on his chest, he started reading to you, his arm still around you while the other held up the book he read from. The two of you always did this, but this time was more special. He still had you in his arms, and you still had him. The two of you stayed like that until nightfall. The fire roaring beside his chair.

It wasn’t until you were asleep, did he decide to take you to your shared bed. He climbed the ladder albeit a little awkwardly, but he got your exhausted form up there, like he had done many times before. He got ready for bed himself, and he climbed in the sheets with you, holding you closely to him. He vowed to protect you and he would, to his very last breath.

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citowon · 3 years

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spring troupe and gender neutral s/o watch horror movies

about time i finally write for this blog... i was hit with the image of masumi watching a horror movie with his s/o, thought how lovely it would be if there was content of that, then realized i have that power now

word count: 1,935

tags: established relationship, non-detailed mentions of horror themes (gore, monsters, etc)

sakuya sakuma

🌸 when the topic of a horror movie date first comes up, he’s a bit scared. he’s only seen a couple, one of which was for mankai play research.

🌸 when it’s actually showing, though, he’s pretty calm! the anticipation was the worst part, and he somehow doesn’t get scared even during the most terrifying movie of the year. he’s great at reminding himself it’s just fictional in the end

🌸 vampires? not scary. aliens? he thinks they’re cute! gore? well, yeah, it’s unnerving at first but it’s all fake, and once he reminds himself of that he’s fine

🌸 he gets scared at the littlest things though. there might be a continuity error where a knife is in its holder on the counter in one shot and then removed the next, and no one in the movie acknowledges it nor is it supposed to mean anything but he can and will psych himself out thinking about just what moved it

🌸 king of predicting plot twists! he might be very good at spotting continuity errors, but he’s even better at picking out little bits of foreshadowing and putting together the mystery

🌸 gets spooked the most by jumpscares. every time he squeaks a bit (on really bad ones he might scream) and every time he always does the same embarrassed sigh afterwards and goes to squeeze your hand to calm himself

🌸 psychological horror is definitely the best pick for sakuya. he thinks a lot about what’ll happen next in the movie and loves to discuss about movies with you regardless of the genre, so with thought-provoking psychological films it fits him like a glove

🌸 and hey, if things ever get too intense he loves b-list horror movies! he thinks the bad acting is endearing and always finds something to compliment even with the trashiest, corniest flick

🌸 if you ever get uncomfortable, he might commentate in the movie and try to poke fun at it- i mean, the killer clown is kind of funny! look how bright and colorful it is compared to the rest of the set! he keeps his voice light and sunny so you have something comforting to concentrate on

masumi usui

🎧 he loves the idea of horror night. cuddling with you, holding you protectively as the suspense rises, stealing kisses to distract you from the monster and erase your fear...

🎧 he’s only seen a few horror movies in his life, less than the fingers he has on one hand, but whatever. it’s a movie. it’s not real. if he got too immersed he could just tell himself it’s fake and be done with it.

🎧 spoiler alert: he didn’t.

🎧 masumi did not, and i repeat, did NOT expect to get so invested??? even if you’re scared, he’s definitely the most terrified

🎧 that’s not to say he’ll show it. he’s doing everything to keep a neutral face, and you’ll probably assume he’s holding to you tighter during the scary parts like he’s protecting you.

🎧 (it’s actually because you’re the one [1] thing grounding him. you’re protecting him, not the other way around! in hindsight, he likes being cared for even when he thought he’d be the one spoiling you, not the other way around. he just wishes it didn’t have to be during such a scary movie, that’s all)

🎧 will take his fear to the grave... unless you ask him directly about it. please hold him and tell him the monsters aren’t real, even though he’s a heavy sleeper he will stay up until 3 am, his mind reminding him how creepy the movie was every time he’s about to drift off

🎧 so does not fuck with ghosts, if he didn’t believe in them before he certainly does now. the poor guy looks up how to ward away spirits and ends up carrying around a salt packet on him for the next two weeks

tsuzuru minagi

📖 tsuzuru’s not exactly a horror fan. he claims it’s brainless and pointless

📖 (admittedly he’s a little scared of them, but he still thinks they’re dependent on shock alone, and have zero rewatch value since the writing is more focused on in-the-moment spooks than actual plot.)

📖 he’ll roll his eyes and tease you a little but eventually he’ll go along with watching a horror movie

📖 to psych himself out of his fear tsuzuru decides to watch them critically and note what plot points to do (or more likely not to do) for future plays

📖 this works out for the beginning but by the middle of the movie he’s enraptured. he can’t tell if it’s actually good or if it’s a car wreck he can’t help but watch

📖 does the corny move where he yawns and wraps an arm around you, and you’d almost buy it from his earlier cynicism but then the killer shows their face and he tenses up like hell and you just know

📖 gets embarrassed every time he’s scared- he even turns pink, and gets even redder if you try to hold his hand or cuddle him closer (even though there’s nothing he’d want more after something that creepy)

📖 by the end he’s got a few new ideas that might go to autumn or winter troupe’s latest plays, and admits okay, fine, maybe horror isn’t so pointless after all

itaru chigasaki

🎮 screw movies, you’re playing horror games instead!

🎮 most of itaru’s horror games are single-player, so one of you takes the controller while the other sits next to the player, but itaru’ll drape his arms around you from behind in a back hug the entire time you play

🎮 he doesn’t really shut up. the entire time, he’s either cracking a joke or trying to freak you out more, if only so he doesn’t get in his head and overthink the creepy atmosphere

🎮 asshole only quiets down when the game gets tense, and then suddenly puts his hands around your shoulders or neck to scare you. regardless if you fall for it or not, he always laughs at himself and just-so-happens to break the tension as a scary cutscene plays

🎮 still commentates when he’s the player, but gasps or jumps even at small atmospheric scares

🎮 itaru definitely overthinks the game. he gets super cautious over tiny details and makes the missions way harder than they should be since he keeps overestimating the enemy line of sight and how noisy the avatar is

🎮 if you happen to be playing a co-op horror it’s a constant “no u” battle over who should do the scariest tasks

🎮 “reader, we need to cleanse the room next. you should do it” “no, you should do it. you have the quartz item remember” “i can give it to you since you have the ghost ward” “the ghost ward doesn’t apply to this quest, besides, you’re better at this ghost attack quick time event than me” “no it does, and you’re more optimized” “i can just give the items to you-“ “no you should do it” “no you” “no you” “no you” “no y-”

🎮 you both lose

citron

🍋 citron loves horror movies! he thinks they’re... comforting?

🍋 turns out he’s only seen movies about cursed dolls and b-horror, which explains a lot- he loves dolls too much to be scared by them and he thinks b-list horror is hilarious- but he’ll still proudly proclaim he’s unflappable and swear to protect you from the bad guys

🍋 when you’re actually watching the movie you can’t tell if he’s faking his reactions or not. he’s very noisy

🍋 he gets scared enough during the gruesome and horrific scenes to hold you close and tight like a teddy bear, and during the worst of it he might muffle a scream by diving into the crook of your neck, obscuring his vision until the scene changes

🍋 and yet, he laughs at the next scene’s unrealism, and manages to poke enough fun at the movie that you giggle and his terror disappears, he loves your laugh way more than he can be afraid of monsters

🍋 can’t do gore for the life of him, but when it comes to the actual plot, he’s rather critical of characters acting dumb. he catches on to nonsensical writing quick, but usually asks you to clarify the plot holes before realizing that he found a loophole in the writing

🍋 whenever you’re scared and not even his goofy reactions and commentary can help, he plants a sweet kiss on your cheek, strokes your hair, and holds you close to his chest until the fear goes away. he’s surprisingly good at protecting you from the movie

🍋 after the movie he’ll say his country has a similar legend to the movie monsters, but he claims the legends are true in zafra, and zafrans have a very specific tradition to prevent the monsters from attacking them

🍋 the movie also gave citron the idea of creepily standing behind you silently until you turn around and get startled, or occasionally chanting in a strange, cultish language and pretending he didn’t say a thing, or making a doll with the same markings as the clown puppet from the movie...

🍋 citron continues to be even scarier than the actual horror movie, but can’t wait until the next horror night! maybe watching it was a bad idea after all...

chikage utsuki

🌙 chikage just doesn’t get the appeal of horror. it’s just a fake movie, why do people get so creeped out by terrible sfx and unrealistic monsters?

🌙 he’s seen scarier things than any werewolf pack, zombie outbreak, or witch coven can throw at him. if you insist on watching a scary movie, fine, he’ll be happy to let you sit on his lap, just don’t expect to creep him out as well, or else you’ll be sorely disappointed.

🌙 he analyzes the movie more than he watches it, but doesn’t speak up even though the fight scenes look pitiful. if this were real life, he’d sweep the whole brood of shambling monstrosities in record time and be back home in time for izumi’s curry

🌙 chikage runs his hands under your shirt whenever the monster’s on screen to scare you. it’s actually really creepy- his fingers are light and quick and always makes you flinch, even if you know it’s just your boyfriend

🌙 he’ll listen to your thoughts about the movie, but doesn’t have strong opinions himself. he thinks the scares are mediocre at best, even without considering his background, but won’t mention how unrealistic it was unless you mention it first.

🌙 psychological horror, however, is a whole different story

🌙 maybe chikage can’t get scared by generic spirit halloween monsters but once you introduce thought-provoking plot, questions and dilemmas, now he’s hooked

🌙 he really likes wondering if the protagonist is actually the good guy and making theories about the origins of the monsters and why they’re so destructive, even if he forgets about them once the movie’s over.

🌙 love love looooves the “the monsters were harmless creatures before humans dished out the first blow” trope. he knows how common it is, but there’s a lot of ways to go about it, especially on a subtextual level, and he just can’t get enough

🌙 the deeper the plot is, expect a longer conversation about the ins and outs of it. they get surprisingly thoughtful and introspective, even if chikage throws in a few bullshit stories related to the movie just to watch you squirm

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koutarouthighs · 3 years

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『 champagne bubbles 』

S U M M A R Y ― drunken words expose sober thoughts, and what do these boys have to say when their heart is too soaked in liquor to dull their filter?

post type ➺ headcanons fandom ➺ haikyuu!! characters ➺ tsukishima ⧾ kageyama ⧾ atsumu genre ➺ fluff; slight nsfw (sensual themes) tags ➺ established relationship; alcohol; language; pda; lotsa touchy drunk boys; word count ➺ 2.2k+ request ➺ [YES/NO] ; anonymous requested “could you maybe write drunk!tsukki being really sweet to his gf? like calling her pretty and being super sweet?” ↳ request status: *.·:·.✧ O P E N ✧.·:·.*

✕ tsukki doesn’t really like to get drunk, because he’s more of a spectator. he enjoys watching everyone else lose their wits so he can poke fun at them for it, sarcastically asking them a dozen questions just to video their answers to bring it up when they’re sober. ✕ but, with kuroo betting tsukki that he can drink him under the table, his obstinate personality has no option other than to meet his old friend’s challenge. what he doesn’t know is that kuroo never planned to win, not even from the start. ✕ when you see tsukki later, you’re confused with his wobbling frame and garbled words. his eyes seem to cross behind his glasses, and when he approaches you, he’s got his arm around your shoulders in a flash. you’ve never seen him be so publicly affectionate, especially not in front of a group full of his old friends who knew him once as an antagonistic rival. ✕ tsukishima compliments your appearance, your voice, your dress. he talks about how lucky he is to have you and you swear you see his reddened eyes begin to blear with tears. ✕ his hands cannot find a part of you he does not wish to explore further, always seeking but never finding solace. and finally he cups your cheeks and sloppily kisses your mouth, and you are so frozen in your stead that you do not have half a mind to kiss him back.

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“you’re just so pretty,” his voice drawls, eyes blinking slowly as he uses the arm not slung around your body to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. the slightest of pouts tugs on his lips and you want to push yourself up on your toes to kiss him, but you know how he feels about public affection.

a small laugh makes your chest blossom and tsukishima tugs you closer, your body engulfed by his lanky yet thick arms. his bicep flexes as he runs his index and thumb against either side of your neck, “you are! i know i don’t tell you enough, but you are. you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”

“kei,” you murmur as he drops his head to your shoulder, planting a quick kiss to your exposed collarbone. kuroo and akaashi widen their eyes at the sight, and you try to weave your fingers through tsukishima’s hair to get his attention, “kei, are you drunk?”

“yep!” kuroo’s voice is unmistakable, even from where he and akaashi, and now bokuto, are sitting in the kitchen, swiveling in their barstool seats, giggling to themselves. you narrow your eyes and hope that the glare you cut them is enough to not let them sucker him into anything like this again, knowing how much he will hate finding out about this when he’s sober.

“we can go home,” you murmur in promise against his neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek before settling back on your heels. tsukishima kisses the top of your head and wraps you back up again, tucking your head beneath his chin. he sighs, and you feel his chest deflate, “no, i like going out with you. i know i say i hate it, but i like that you want the world to know that you’re mine.”

you tilt your head back, raising a brow, “tsukki, i’m not ashamed of you. never have been.”

“no, i know,” he almost sounds stone cold sober for a second, and you blink to try and make sure you can reconcile what you’re hearing with what you’re seeing. “i just hope you know that i’m not ashamed of you. you’re kickass, and i can’t believe you let me call you mine.”

“of course,” and you feel your own voice growing heady without the influence of whiskey, “i love you.”

tsukishima, drunk or not, reaches down to frame your face with his hands and as if in slow motion, purses his mouth until you feel the bow of his lips meet your own. you flex your feet so you’re up on your toes, face heated at the sudden display of affection, disregard to who might see. his palms are expansive and warm, floating from your neck to your shoulders, down your arms until he finds the curve of your hips. his thumbs slip beneath the hem of your shirt and he sighs, parting his mouth from yours, “tell sober me to appreciate you more. he’s kind of an asshole.”

“yeah,” you lick your lips and read the hunger in his eyes, matching it with a fire in your own, “i’ll make sure to tell him in the morning.”

✕ kageyama believes that alcohol dulls the senses and takes his mind off of what is truly important - the next match. so, it’s kind of difficult to get him to indulge in a drink from time to time. but hinata always manages to spur him on, citing his days in brazil have made him the better consumer, and kageyama just can’t let that redhead best him at anything. ✕ you wish you had the effort to try and deter him from it, but watching kageyama turn loose and enjoy his time with his friends is so elating in it of itself that you don’t have the heart to try and drag him to a glass of water. ✕ your face goes red when kageyama puts down his fourth glass of rum and coke and turns his attention to you. eyes sheathed by half-hooded lids, lower lip consumed in the cage of his canine tooth as he sucks the slow drip of whatever drink did not make it to his tongue. ✕ the praise he dotes on you when he slots himself into the couch next to you is not unwelcome, and yet foreign and uncomfortable all the same. tobio is not unknown to shower you in kindness when you are alone, and when he can gather his words and his spirits, but now, in front of his friends and rivals from high school, it all feels a little out of place. ✕ his hand rests curiously high on your thigh, the other arm around your back to hold you close. he kisses your cheek and then your neck, warm breath smelling of the sweet concoction he’s downed one too many of in your absence.

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“tobi,” you whimper when his thumb drifts against the seam of your jeans, manicured nails digging into the plush of your thigh, “a-are you drunk?”

“so what if i am?” his curt response is quick, just like always. you suppose even when drunk, he’s not completely unlike himself. your gaze meets his darkened irises, pupils dilating as he tries to focus on any one feature of your face. his tone softens as he looks at you a little while longer, “god, you’re beautiful.”

your expression must show how taken aback you are, because tobio’s nose scrunches and he looks like he’s eaten something sour, “have i never told you that before?”

“n-no, you have,” you shake your head to bring your wits about you, “it’s just weird to hear it in front of all your friends.”

kageyama shakes his head and straightens his spine, palm falling down to your shoulders to massage at the blade of your back, “well, it’s the truth. in front of my friends or at home. y-you’re pretty.”

you can’t help but laugh at his wavering voice, another wave of drunkenness bringing out a shy side of him that you’re used to seeing from time to time. you lean across the space between your bodies and press a kiss to his cheek, “you’re adorable, tobi. especially when you’re drunk.”

“d-do you need anything?” he asks, the palm on your thigh finding your hand to squeeze your knuckles between his own, “water? another drink?”

you nod, brushing dark hair back from his face to his ear so you can see his sapphire irises in full, “i could use some water, if you’re getting up. but you don’t have to get me anything, babe.”

tobio is standing to his feet as soon as you finish your sentence, eyes wide and hands still clutching at you, despite the distance, “of course!” and he is gone before you have another moment to draw him back in. biting your lip, you watch as he scrambles about the kitchen, but your attention is drawn away by the other girls sitting on the couch opposite of you.

when kageyama returns, his arms are full, and his mouth is moving as if it were attached to a motor, “i got you two bottles of water and they had a can of that seltzer you like in the fridge so i got that too, and then i know where hinata hides the chocolate so i grabbed you a few pieces and then there’s also an apple in case you get hungry.”

you want to laugh, you desperately want to let your giggles escape, but you tamper them down to take the various items teeming in tobio’s hands. you reach up to cup his cheek, “you really do think of everything, don’t you, kags?”

“for you,” his voice sounds faraway, ethereal, “i’d do anything for you.”

✕ most nights after a long week of training, or a tournament with msby, atsumu spends time with bokuto and hinata and sakusa, and even osamu tags along, and they buy up tumugi, sake, and vodka until they can’t see themselves home. atsumu has the dd or a cab bring him home, and you can always tell by the way his steps stutter over the rug that he’s too far gone to even know you’re home. ✕ atsumu is a clumsy, most of the time loud, drunk. he forgets how lumbering his body is, how much he weighs, and how his head might hit the overhanging light in the living room if he’s not too careful. ✕ as soon as he spots you, curled up on the couch, his whole being softens. he licks his lips and calls your name, eyes shining when you finally make eye contact. he’ll call out for you again, asking for his girl. ✕ atsumu’s hands are insatiable as he fumbles over the top of you from where you lay, tucking his head into your neck and caging you in with his limbs. he likes the reminder of how big he is, how he can encompass your space with minimum effort. he seeks skin on skin contact while he can’t see straight, preferring to close his eyes and just feel you. ✕ he’ll mutter things into your soft skin and slip his hands underneath your shirt, but it’s nothing you haven’t heard already, only accented with giggles and blown raspberries along your body.

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“don’t you have a game tomorrow?”

“so what?!” he nips at your jaw, “what are you, my mother?!”

“that would make this a very strange position, wouldn’t it?” you snort, scratching your nails up the base of his back to his shoulders, his shirt riding up inch by inch. atsumu groans, dropping his head to your chest, circling his arms around your waist until he’s clinging onto you for dear life. he sighs and you try your hardest not to shiver at the feel of his warm breath over your bare skin.

he grunts, shifting his legs to get more comfortable, “osamu bet he could do three shots faster than me, and you know i’m the better twin, and i had to prove it, so i did it. and... and now’m here.”

another laugh makes its way out of your throat and you squeeze his shoulders, “that competition is going to get you in trouble one day. you can’t win everything.”

“i don’t gotta win everything,” atsumu licks his lips and takes a breath, craning his neck so he can look you in the eyes, “i already got you, don’t i?” you’re blushing but that doesn’t stop him, not when he’s on a drunken roll like this, “i mean, that’s about the best thing i ever coulda won.”

you twirl a finger in his hair to keep your hands busy, rolling your lips together as he rambles. atsumu pushes himself up further on your body so you’re eye-to-eye, the tip of his nose brushing up your cheek as he gets situated, “cause even when i lose a match, i still get to come home to you.”

the threatening heat of tears makes your eyes throb and you close them to get some relief. atsumu kisses both of your eyelids and then your nose, and your face scrunches at the overwhelming smell of vodka on his lips, but you don’t care, not when he’s being so kind and genuine. he cups your face with a palm, heady and calloused, and then kisses your cheek until your skin relaxes. he chuckles, “i mean it, sweetheart.”

“i know you do, ‘sumu,” your voice is thick and you clear your throat just after you speak. you finally peek your eyes open to look at him, and you almost wished you hadn’t. his umber irises melt into dark pupils, a warmth there that you cannot place, cannot describe. his skin is rosy, kissed by alcohol and emotion, and you just want to drown in him.

he noses your cheek and then captures your lips, soft kisses volleyed back and forth between the two of you as your hands roam and find supple skin and dense bone. lines blur between evening and morning, and words slur between the both of you.

and every time, as one breath ends and another begins, atsumu makes sure to show you that his words ring true, and his greatest win was always you.

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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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Yandere Obami Rin Hc’s

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, manipulation, isolation, blackmailing, bribing, gaslighting, threatening, kidnapping

🐍If we’re talking about manipulative, Rin is by far one of the worst Yandere in Kakegurui to have. His clan itself is known for being swindlers so that is what he is best at. And he is very well good with it, using his good looks and his polite and charming demeanor to lure them closer to him. Rin is in his own rights terrible because he will look down on his s/o and humiliate them if he himself had a bad day and doesn’t get comfort which he expects to get it if his s/o rebelled. He displays a power play and knowing that he is his darling’s only one helps to keep his pride afloat. If he is kept happy he of course won’t hesitate to return that favor, but that only goes well as long as his darling plays by his rules since Rin is possessive, highly possessive to the point where he isolated his darling, his opinion will mean a lot to the s/o.

🐍With his inferiority issues Rin relies emotionally a lot on you even if he sees feelings as a nuisance as that will keep him from following his ambitions which is why the boy tries to avoid his darling at first or to put them down to convince himself they’re not worthy of his attention. But despite everything nothing seems to work which is just another reason why he decides to prey on them without a stop. So whether he actually admits it or not, Rin is a dependent Yandere since he relies on emotional support from his darling and he gets agitated if he doesn’t get it, though instead of lashing out he’ll start humiliating his darling. As someone who is obsessive and made it his goal to know dirty secrets he has things you don’t want others to know about, not to mention the power he wheels.

🐍For Rin it is some sort of test since he doesn’t let the s/o interact much with people in the first place. Everyone except Ibara is not wanted since Rin, despite using the guy, cares deep down about him. The black-haired boy won’t really show his jealousy as well, he keeps the silent grin on his face and just watches everything for quite some time, judging his darling. To be frankly, he doesn’t want to admit that he is jealous since he already feels that his darling belongs to him and doesn’t and shouldn’t need someone else. So he accuses his darling when he gets jealous and they together with the other person will have to suffer consequences. Now if his darling wants to avoid that person and hurry quickly back to him, Rin is rather pleased which earns his darling his rather sweet side.

🐍He always uses people he wants to get rid off in some way for himself before he throws them away like trash, he is sadistic in this sense. And Rin gets rid of people since it is easy to piss him off. He doesn’t like it when people steal his darling’s attention, he doesn’t like it when someone talks bad about him in front of the s/o, he doesn’t like it when someone grows too close to his darling. It is not a fair play he does, he always cheats in some way and he succeeds with it all of the time since he is talented. People who agitate him will be removed and be left shattered and broken when he is finished.

🐍Through pure and dirty tricks and blackmails he gets his darling to stay with him and it is beyond difficult to escape such a fate. Rin knows that as well and will rub salt in your wound when you do complain and protest against his ways. He knows you won’t be able to leave him. His darling wouldn’t want certain informations to lack out, would they? And it is not guaranteed that friends and family will be kept safe either or that he will manipulate them into turning against their darling as well.

🐍So it is either him being very sugar-coating and lovely with you or him being arrogant and insulting with you, all depending on how well you handle this situation and his moods, though different from Yumemi he has better awareness to not let his moods get the better of him and put you through a hard time when you haven’t even done anything. How bad of a manipulator shows by how he makes himself appear to be the only person you seem to have left, pushing everyone else with rumors away or planting the thought inside of you that you can’t trust them. Yet at the same time he can have his breakdowns as well or become emotionally needy and more clingy, the worst one he had was when he lost against Ririka. Rin additionally has this fantasy of his to marry his darling and make them his spouse.

#yandere kakegurui #yandere rin #yandere obami rin

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Stop the World || Alex Turner || Request

Pairing: Post-TBHC!Alex x Virgin!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: first time/loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, cute lil petnames like doll, handjob, protected vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it plz), where can i find a man like this?

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: pre-rona times obviously. thank you for your patience, my dear anon! i hope this was worth the wait!

In which your first sleepover with your boyfriend of 7 months leads to your first time.

There were no words in the English language that could really describe your past few months with Alex. All of your boyfriends before him were terrible - self-centered, only ever talked about themselves, cheaters - but Alex was so different from them that you were nearly convinced he wasn’t human. He was always a gentleman, always ensuring that he would respect whatever boundaries you set in place - whether it be discomfort with PDA, or having to tell him you were not yet ready to take the “next step” in your relationship, he was always respectful towards you.

And that brings you to your first time spending the night at Alex’s house, roughly seven months into dating. To say you were nervous would be an understatement - you knew that you were ready for whatever may happen once you two were under the covers of his queen-sized bed, but you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming amount of butterflies arising in your stomach as you neared his house, your overnight bag sitting in the passenger seat beside you and you gripped your steering wheel. You took the familiar turn into the driveway to the gate that led to the high-class neighbourhood in which he lived, filled with white two-story houses that were a bit too close together for your liking, pressing the four-digit code into the keypad before driving into his neighbourhood towards his house. As the distance between his house and your car closed, the butterflies in your stomach fluttered more and more rapidly, until you parked your car in his driveway and your chest felt heavy.

It’s just one night, you thought to yourself. Everything will be ok.

You dragged yourself out of the driver’s seat of your car, walking around to gather your bag of belongings from the passenger’s side before trekking towards his front door. Your hands were shaking lightly, your head feeling a bit fuzzy, and you began to fear that your nerves would ruin your quality time with your beloved boyfriend. But when you saw him open the front door, presumably after hearing your car door be slammed shut, you felt your nerves begin to melt away - not all of them, but you definitely felt a lot better than you did during your car ride.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted as he neared you to take your bag from you, his long hair tied in a messy bun with a few loose hairs flowing in the cool breeze. “How was your day?”

You were relieved that he wasn’t bringing up any of the pressures you felt regarding your night with him, and that he was going about conversation in his regular manner - whether or not he could sense your tenseness, you weren’t sure, but you still appreciated the normalcy. You carried on the conversation as he led you inside his house, which you always thought was a bit too big for just one person, and smiled as he turned to face you and bring you into his arms. You were enveloped in his warmth and distinct cinnamon-like scent, nestling your face closer to him as if you were scared of losing grasp on this feeling.

He always made you feel so warm inside.

Your afternoon together went as per usual, with him listening to your gossip about co-workers, and you listening to new demos and song ideas that he had come up with in the gaps between visits. But as the night drew closer and closer, and you stood behind him with your arms wrapped around his torso as he prepared dinner, you felt your nerves come back. You prayed that he couldn’t sense the sudden tenseness in your body, or the mild shaking of your hands.

“What’s wrong, love? You feel tense,” he said, concern laced in his tone of voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lied in response, hoping that he wouldn’t ask any further questions.

“You sure?” he asked, as if he could see right through your lie. He moved over to dump the pasta into the strainer that sat in the sink before turning to look at you as he spoke, leaning against the counter. “Seriously, what’s going on? Are you nervous to spend the night with me?”

“I…” You lowered your head in shame, staring at your minor scuffed boots. “Yeah. I am.”

“Love, you know I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, right? We don’t have to do anything like that if you don’t want to.”

“The thing is that I want to. I really want to. But I’m just scared, because, y’know, it’ll be my first time doing any of that stuff, and I don’t wanna mess it up,” you admitted, unable to look at your boyfriend as you feared his reaction to what you deemed an overreaction.

“It’s fine to be nervous. If you’re really ready to take that step, then I promise I’ll be gentle,” he said. He turned away from you to divide the pasta into two bowls and cover them with meat sauce before placing them at the table - again, the table was quite big for somebody who lived alone, but you figured it was because he had company over quite often. You two tried to move past the awkward conversation from the kitchen, instead going over your respective work affairs with laughter and smiles.

By the time the sun had completely set, you were both immersed in watching a random sci-fi movie that he picked from his extensive movie collection, though your mind was noticeably elsewhere, your eyes on the screen, though you were not processing a single thing that happened. You were weighing your options, going through each pro and each con of sleeping with Alex that night: you could either wait and just put off your nerves, or you could do it now and not have to worry about it in the future.

“Alex, love, I think I want to get it over with,” you said. You could feel him tense up beside you, though he quickly relaxed himself so as to not worry you.

“Are you 100% sure?” he asked. “I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

You swallowed, trying to breath slowly and deeply to calm your racing heart. “Yes. I want to do it.”

He reached forward to grab the tv remote from the coffee table, the screen going black at the push of a button, before he stood up and reached out his hand to assist you in standing beside him so he could walk with you towards his bedroom.

The room followed a neutral theme with paintings depicting a variety of different autumnal nature scenes, and a few fake plants littered the window sill. He had a king-sized bed with very simple beige bedding, a few throw pillows centered on the mattress decorated with various stitched patterns in varying colors to stand out against the monochromatic setting surrounding. Unsure as to what you were supposed to do, you turned to face him as he approached you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked, his already thick Sheffield accent growing thicker and his voice had become a bit deeper, softer.

“I am,” you nodded, looking deep into his dark brown eyes, seeing that his pupils had blown out as your eye contact continued on, before you felt him walking you backwards towards the bed until your knees hit the mattress, causing you to fall backwards onto the thick comforter.

You watched as he unbuttoned his off-white button up, untucking it from his chocolate brown trousers and tossing it off somewhere, followed by the plain white wife beater he wore beneath it. You assumed you should follow after him and began to remove your own clothes, unbuttoning your blouse and throwing it to the side, followed by your pants.

“You’re so beautiful, doll,” he awed, a small smirk forming on his lips as he dropped his trousers to his ankles before stepping out of them. You could see that he was hard beneath his black boxers, and evidently he was quite big, which made you feel a bit nervous, but you calmed yourself by reminding yourself that he would take care of you. “I promise I’ll be careful, ok?”

“Ok,” you sighed out, your voice a bit shaky as he climbed on top of your nearly bare figure, pressing a kiss to your lips as he trailed his right hand down to play with the hem of your underwear right next to your heat. You felt the familiar tingle of arousal between your thighs as his fingers neared your sex, until you felt the pads of his fingers rubbing against your sensitive clit over your black underwear. You whined, bucking your hips against his hand and begging for him to further. “Please, I want your fingers. Please, Alex.”

Alex smirked against your lips, his hand pushing past the top hem of your panties until he was met with your soaking core, running his fingers through your arousal before bringing them back up to your clit to begin rubbing small circles over it. He kissed your neck softly as he listened intently to your sweet moans, taking in how your hips slightly rocked against his hand and your chest heaved. You felt a finger prodding at your tight entrance before slowly pushing in, your walls contracting at the odd intrusion - it was only something you had experienced on your own, but this was the first time somebody else had touched you this way. You never wanted to forget the feeling of his long finger thrusting against the soft spot within your walls. Ever.

“How does that feel?” he asked in a husky voice.

“S-so good,” you moaned out. “M-more. Another finger. Please, Alex.”

A second finger slid into your tight hole, a slight burn accompanying the stretch, but it wasn’t something you were completely unfamiliar with due to your own exploration through late nights on your own. His thumb still toyed with your clit as he thrusted his middle and ring finger against the internal sweet spot, leaving open-mouthed kisses, and every so often a hickey, on the skin of your jaw, neck, and collar.

You finally felt comfortable moving your own hand towards his body, a moment of confusion evident in the way he faltered for a bit before he realized what your intentions were, letting out a low groan as he felt your hand wrap around his hard member.

The two of you lied there, wrapped in each other’s warmth as you worked in tandem to prepare for the main event. You both momentarily forgot that you would be losing your virginity that night, though you were shortly reminded when a third finger plunged into you. Your thighs were shaking, the familiar knot growing in your stomach (notable quicker than when you were on your own.

“Alex… I think I’m gonna cum,” you whisper, unable to raise your voice in fears of being embarrassingly loud.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he coaxed. “Cum around my fingers.”

He groaned as he felt your walls tighten around his fingers, the motions of your hand around his cock pausing as you cried out his name, shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body as you came harder than ever before.

“You look so beautiful when you cum,” he said, pulling his hand out of your underwear and removing your own hand from his. “It’s not too late to change your mind.”

“I want you, Alex. I’m ready, I promise,” you said, still breathless from your orgasm. Although you were weak, you were still able to remove your bra and underwear; now your bare body was on full display as he worked on removing his own underwear, his large cock springing out from the cloth confines. From jerking him off, you could already tell he was well endowed, but now that you could actually see the member, your worries came back.

Is he gonna fit? How badly is this gonna hurt? Should I still go through with this?

“Doll,” he calls out, interrupting your train of thought. “We don’t have to do this.”

“I-I want to. I’m just nervous it’ll hurt,” you admit, leaning on your elbows and looking up at him, trying not to be distracted by his bare state.

“I prepped you, but if you’re nervous, I can do some more,” he suggested as he walked over the the nightstand beside you, opening the singular drawer from the dark wooden table, grabbing a silver packet - obviously a condom - from the disorganized drawer, before looking at you with concern.

“No need. I’m just nervous. Were you nervous your first time?” you asked with curiosity.

“Of course I was. But, I was also a horny teenager who was desperate to knock boots, so… Are you sure?”

You nodded quickly, watching as he tore the condom wrapper over and placed the piece of latex over his member before he climbed on top of you, holding himself up on his forearms. His member was resting against your lower abdomen, his lips pressing soft kisses to your next as he tried to soothe your worries. Before you knew it, he was grabbing his cock and lining it up with your entrance, asking you once again if you were ready, before proceeding to push forward. You cringed at the intrusion, a whimper leaving your swollen lips upon feeling the burning stretch of your walls as he pushed his hips closer towards your own, his thick length filling the tight virgin canal.

“You doin’ ok, doll?” he asked through a grunt. It wasn’t necessarily an unfamiliar sensation for him; however, it had been a while since he had been intimate with somebody on this level, and he had not been with a virgin in quite some time. Your walls felt so warm around him, so tight, and in that moment he felt so lucky that he had the high amounts of self-control that he did, because the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

“Y-yeah,” you whisper with a tremble, and you could feel the sting of tears forming in your eyes; you attempted to blink them away, but they only hazed your vision and trickled down your temples onto the Egyptian cotton pillowcase. “Keep going.”

He nodded at your wish, kissing you gently to distract from the ever growing pain between your thighs, whispering to you to keep breathing and stopping every few pushes to make sure you were reading to continue. He eventually bottomed out, and you felt as if you were able to finally breathe normally, melting into his touch as he brought a hand to your face to wipe the tears off of your flushed face.

“You’re doing good,” he praised. “Let me know when you want me to move, ok?” He ran a large hand through your hair, kissing you all over your face as you calmed down.

“I’m ready, Alex. Make love to me,” you pleaded to him, grabbing his biceps to brace yourself for the upcoming main. He slowly began to pull his hips away from yours, steadily dragging his cock out of your sopping heat before he pushed forward again at a matching pace, intently watching your reactions to make sure he wasn’t hurting you too badly. The pain was unlike anything you had experienced before, but you welcomed it with open arms and the knowledge that it would soon fade into something more desirable. So you waited. You waited with tears until the pain subsided, whimpers and sobs of pain derailing into breathy moans and cries of his name as you held him so closely that he felt as if you feared letting him go.

You felt as if you had reached the ultimate euphoria as you felt him thrust into you, though you were certain he was not going as hard as he normally would in fear of harming you - he was always so gentle with you, and he wanted to take care of you now more than ever so as to not make your first time unpleasurable.

He felt as if you two were made for each other in every sense of the word - it was the way your hands fit perfectly together, the way your lips felt against his, the way your laughter made him feel as if his heart was going to grow so large it’d explode, the way your small sounds of pleasure filled his ears as he filled you in a way he hadn’t filled anyone else.

The familiar knot was slowly tying itself in your core as he began to speed up his thrusts, the burn had subsided completely and now you felt as if you were weightless and floating as he pleasured you. Then his fingers had once again made their way between your bodies to make contact with your clit, rubbing circles in the same manner as before. Many soft sounds filled the room, such as his low grunts, and your quiet whimpers, and the bed creaking ever-so-slightly as he rocked his body against yours.

“I’m close,” you whisper against his skin as you wrapped your legs around his lower torso, the knot now too noticeable to ignore. Your orgasm washed over you almost instantaneously, your body shaking as you came so hard that you swore you saw inverted stars against the white-hot flashes behind your closed eyes, a loud cry of his name leaving your hips as he overstimulated you.

“Fuck,” he moaned out, the constricting of your walls bringing him closer to the edge; and before he knew it, he too was finishing, filling the condom with his hot seed. He rolled off of you, collapsing on the bed beside you as he came down from the intense orgasm. “Well… how was that?” he asked after the brief moment of silence.

“It was… amazing. Thank you, Alex.”

“Why are you thanking me?”

“Because I can.”

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