#i think i wanted to write more initially but oh well. life is short and i'm ok stopping it there

[pastel-peach-writes]

Hello! I adore your writing. Can I request a fic with female arcane characters when they have a touch starved gf? (Definitely asking for a friend ahah 😅)

RAHHH. ARCANE LADIES LETS GOOO. tbh, im not that in tune with Mel and Sevika as characters so they may be OOC. Thanks for requesting!

Arcane Ladies w/A Touch-Starved Reader | Headcanons

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, and Sevika with a touch-starved lover and/or discovering said trait.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Lower Case Intended (Kinda?), Suggestive Themes (Mel/Sevika), Not Proofread, Short

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

JINX ᝰ๋࣭𝜗᭡

- In a romantic setting (or really any setting), Jinx is touch-starved herself.

- when taking hostages or messing with those in her way, she will often touch them such as stroking her nail along their jawline or grabbing their chin when they're hurt and on their last limb.

- now she does this not because she's a bit insane and wants to add salt to their wounds but because she's curious. "What would this feel like?" "What would happen if I do this?"

- Much like most things in her life, curiosity is the main thing that gets her into trouble

- in terms of touching, you're not exempt from her touching curiosity.

- she'll drag her nails along your spine. cup your cheek and chin, and squeeze you like the baby you are to her.

- it's not until you linger after a hug that she notices your touch-starved like her

– since that moment, she made a mental note to cuddle you, kiss you, or poke at you more

– even if you tell her to stop annoying you or that she should focus on her work and not mess with you, she'll continue to poke and hold you.

– why? well because you're smiling through your complaints and she can't get over that smile you try to hide when you let yourself melt in her touch

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VI ﾒ

– much like her sister, Vi is touch-starved herself.

– y'all saw how she acted with Caitlyn and when she reunited with Jinx. She was all OVER them. With you, she's the exact same

– With her, you're more reluctant with touch. You want to hug her, cuddle with her, cling onto her like the clingy thing you are but you're scared to.

– you didn't grow up in an environment where that was normalized so it was out of your comfort zone to go out and cling to someone.

– in the beginning of your relationship, Vi was touchy until she noticed you weren't super comfortable with it.

– when she noticed, she had a discussion with you. – "Hey, are you comfortable with me hugging you 'n stuff? I noticed you get kinda tense when I first hug you." She'll ask you on a random night in the living room. You were hesitant at first, wanting to immediately ease her insecurities and tell her everything was fine.

– But if you lied, even if the lie was more a half-truth, your initial reaction to her touch would be the same. Tense at first then ease seconds into the touch.

– So, because you couldn't do anything but bite the bud, you told her

– Since telling, Vi said she'll help you work on getting more comfortable with touch.

– She'll even tease you when she notices you're more hesitant than normal.

– "Oh, come on," she'll tease you with her arms squeezing around your torso and your cheeks smushing to another. "You know you love it! Ease up, Mufifn."

–––

CAITLYN ᯓ

- With Caitlyn, you literally CANNOT get off of her. Can't blame you though.

- 6' foot something to cling onto? YUM.

- Caitlyn didn't mind your touchiness. She assumed you were that way so she didn't think anything of it.

- It wasn't until she met your family that she saw that your touchy side is something you keep hidden from your family, if not the world.

- You were so stiff around them, uncomfortable dare she say. You kept to yourself, restricted that pretty smile of yours, and you wouldn't let yourself ease into her touch.

- At home, she brought this up to you and you told her that being affectionate wasn't something your family did. To them, holding each other, hugging, expressing hellos and goodbyes with kisses was weird. Unfortunately for you, you're a naturally touchy person so you had to keep that part of you concealed.

- Caitlyn didn't like the thought of you hiding yourself from your blood kin. You didn't deserve that treatment so at home, after the event, Caitlyn went out of her way to be more touchy with you.

- she cradled your head when cuddling on the couch, gave you kisses on the cheek, and when she complimented you on something or congratulated you, she kissed the top of your head while giving you a polite squeeze.

– being super-duper-mushy-gushy-affectionate wasn't something she wasn't used to but she'll do anything for you. Plus, a couple extra kisses and squeezes haven't killed her yet.

–––

MEL౨ৎ

- You didn't care about touch all that much before your relationship with Mel. At the start of your relationship, you and Mel were younger so you had fewer responsibilities. All your free time, literally all of it, you guys spent with each other

- walking arm-in-arm while shopping, resting on each other on hot Summer days with your feet in a body of water, and mindlessly playing with each other's clothes or hair during late-night talks.

- but as she got busier, you saw her less, and seeing her less meant fewer touches.

- Mel wouldn't call herself touch-starved but starved for your touch.

– She'll miss your lingering touches on her fingers while you lay in bed, your lips on her back as you held each other, and your face in the crook of her neck.

– In a way, you both were touch-starved for each other. Maybe even a different word but this is a PG-13 space LMAO.

– at night, you would wrap your limbs around her tight and in the morning, you'd cling even tighter. What do you mean it's time for her to go already? She just got in bed!! (it's been 7 hours.)

– with Mel, your touch-starving-ness doesn't go unnoticed. In fact, whenever there's a time she notices you're more touchy than normal, she'll make it up to you

– And you never once complained about her way of making it up to you.

–––

SEVIKA ⚠︎

- oh lord, where do i start with this one, hm?

– One, Sevika loves the crap out of your touch-starved-ness. She won't admit this out loud but she thinks its the cutest thing in the world.

- She'll see you go in for a hug or maybe a wrap around her arm but then decide against it because of your own insecurities.

- Sometimes she'll take matters into her own hands and wrap her arm around you, pull you into her lap, or sneak a kiss on your cheek but other times she likes to make you suffer.

– "Mm, what was that?" she'll tease with a smirk on her lips. "Oh, did you want to hug me? Kiss me? Cling onto me or something?"

- Tbh, if you're with Sevika, you gotta be a little bit of a brat, right? right. So, you'll refuse the allegations she put on your name.

- That is until she pushes and pushes and boom. Like a perfectly boiled egg, your shell has been cracked and peeled, and the softness of your personality has been brought to light.

– with embarrassment plastered along your body and face, you'll do what you were too shy to before. (Cling, hug, kiss, etc).

- Sevika plays a big game but she loves it when you cling to her because just like you, she's a bit touch-starved too. The only touches she gets on a day-to-day basis are punches, kicks, etc.

- When you swallow your pride at home, you'll pull her down to your chest and hold her tight. She'll ask what's up but you'll just ignore her and she'll melt into your body like you intended.

WC: 1,229

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[blinkbones]

The Assassin (2015)

So… I’ve been thinking about this movie a lot since I saw it almost two [four?] weeks ago. I went into it expecting a regular action movie. So, uh… not quite that at all, is it. One thing’s for sure, it’s that it’s a movie that does not hand out many keys for comprehension. It is very quiet, and its emotions tend to be restrained. So yes, I really struggled to parse it out (not helped by my difficulties with recognizing faces).

Let’s start again, with the obvious quality of the movie: it is very beautiful, visually and sonically. Its slow pacing really lets you soak in each scene, and they’re all worth it in my opinion. Idk how to put it… it’s almost meditative, like being outside yourself (IRL touching grass iykyk) watching a barely-changing scenery for a little while. You have time to contemplate, and I think doing so is half the fun in this movie.

The rest, for me, was the puzzle of trying to comprehend the plot and what the director was going for. I was watching with company, so we compared notes.

My final answer, if I had to give one, is that I think the viewer is made to see through the assassin’s eyes, and somewhat become her. The story of the blue bird seeing its reflection in the mirror and entering its final showdown was a prelude for Yinniang having her court clothing put on by servants; the way she stands still and silent, in front of the camera, made me think that she was looking at her reflection – which in turn, makes me think that in that moment, I (or the viewer), was the reflection. This impression was reinforced by the multiple shots of scenes seen through transparent silk draperies. I thought they felt like Yinniang’s stealthy watch over her marks. Her silence, and the movie’s silence, then, begin to make sense to me: it’s where the assassin lives. A world of wordlessness and unspoken analyses and deductions about the situation(s) she’s in. Then of course, being the pawn of a higher power, it also speaks to her own lack of information. Who’s the rival killer in the purple clothes? Evidently an adversary, but as far as we could tell, no one that Yinniang knew much about either. Still, we (and she) recognize her as her equal, which I interpreted as the reason for her being spared. Probably both in respect of her fighting ability and out of compassion for a fellow instrumentalized human, mercy made sense.

This movie is still a puzzle to me. I do not mind.

#wrote it in my commonplace and forgot to post it for two weeks 👍 #the assassin 2015 #the assassin (2015) #the assassin movie #the assassin #nie yinniang #hou hsiao hsien #chatterbones #i think i wanted to write more initially but oh well. life is short and i'm ok stopping it there

[doobea]

I CAN MAKE YOUR BED ROCK - RIN ITOSHI

synopsis: You're a famous online smut author, married to an international superstar athlete, and everyone around you thinks you have the perfect sex life. What they don't realize is Rin sleeps in the guest room and you're still very much a virgin.

contents: fem!reader, arranged marriage, suggestive themes but nothing too explicit (read with caution), characters are all in their mid/late-20s, reader has a small supportive friend group of other smut authors, mentions of alcohol, sex toys, and lots of failed attempts to seduce an oblivious (?) husband, mdni word count: 2.4k a/n: you guys already know that this is gonna be a wild one. is this my debut attempt to write smut but make it a romcom? maybe. this is gonna be a four-part series!!

一 : Oh baby, I be stuck to you like glue ->next.

To say that you’re infamous on the internet isn’t an exaggeration but a truth. No, you haven’t posted anything controversial regarding your marital status and haven’t gotten yourself into a crazy D-List influencer scandal; you’re infamous solely because of your erotica literature and, surprisingly, your in-laws were fine with it.

“Whatever brings home the money.” Your father-in-law would always chime. 

You weren't ashamed of your career, and it practically all started in college when you wanted to pass the time writing for your favorite fandom. In a short amount of time, you had gained a small devoted following on your blog that made a lightbulb switch go off in your head - what if I could do this for a living? And so you did. Fast forward three years, now you are making a comfortable living working from anywhere with a wifi signal available and have over 950k followers on your socials, all under your alias 'YN Finalis'. With that many followers, most people would feel worried about their personal life being breached, but you're not dumb; you like to keep your personal life on, what you like to call, "low battery" mode.

Here's what your near million followers do know about: you’re 24 pushing on 25, you've come from a rather wealthy background, you’re married to an athlete, you’ve written well over 40 original explicit stories, and you have a plethora of sex toys and contraptions in your master bedroom.

What they don't know is: you're in an arranged marriage with Rin Itoshi for the past year, he only sleeps in the guest bedroom, and you're a virgin with a really creative mind.

Crazy, right?

But it's not like you're alone in your thoughts, today was the day when you decided to finally vent to your close fellow internet authors about your sexual frustrations.

"My in-laws keep asking me the same thing every time they call," Your voice reaches your laptop where your weekly meeting was set up on the kitchen counter. "I mean just how do they expect us to have a kid when my own husband doesn't even touch me?" You finish the remaining wine in your glass in dismay as sudden gasps were heard from the laptop's speakers.

"He hasn't initiated sex with you in these last few months?" Chigiri gasps.

"More like in the entirety of our relationship." You cry as you pour out another glass. You pick up your laptop, frowning seeing everyone's solemn looks, and make your way to your living room couch. "I'm still a virgin for crying out loud, like who's still a virgin at 24?"

Probably a lot of people but this is about you, not them!

"Oh my god," Hiori looks like he was going to cry for you. "Maybe your husband's just shy? Could it be he hasn't found the right time for it?"

"But a whole year?" Bachira is next to speak. "No wonder your stories have been popping off, you've been super horny."

You try to hold back your drunken sniffles. "I just don't understand! It's not like I'm ugly or anything, plenty of people wanted to date me back in college! He comes home to a clean house, I make fantastic meals that aren't just a ham and turkey sandwich, and for his past birthday I even gifted him an all-paid trip to Okinawa!"

"Shit," Shidou whistles, "I'd fuck you if you made me a ham and turkey sandwich."

"Not now for jokes." Hiori scolds and his tone softens when he speaks to you, "Outside of sex, has your husband been good to you?"

You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. "God, yes. He's so good to me you have no idea."

It wasn't like Rin was neglecting you in other forms of intimacy. Hugs and brief kisses were frequent both in and outside of the house. He loves holding your hands, shopping for clothes with you, giving you forehead kisses, and kissing you 'good morning' and 'good night' every day. There was absolutely nothing wrong with him, other than the occasional 'I'm irritated and I need my space' phase that required a whole evening to himself - but that was beside the point.

"Have you guys even talked about it?" Hiori continues.

"Oh god, absolutely no, it's an arranged marriage for fuck sake. What if I come off too strong and he doesn't even see me like that? Then the whole marriage will just be awkward!"

"But he's willing to do all those other things you listed down, maybe he is just shy." Bachira retorts.

"You think maybe he swings the other way?" Shidou asks but it's genuine this time.

A long period of silence falls over everyone as they try to figure out what they could help you with. But ultimately this was your husband to figure out, Rin wasn't married to them and they don't even know who Rin Itoshi was.

“Ah, whatever!” You swirl the wine in your glass around, frowning at your sullen reflection. “Maybe we’ll just end up adopting a baby instead of having one, maybe his parents won’t be able to tell the difference. And maybe I’ll just have to resort to reading other smut to satisfy my lack of intimacy. Chigiri, when is that next chapter coming out?”

A few clicks are heard from the other side of the screen before he says, “You’re in luck, I’m about to have my friend beta read this and it should be up by tonight.”

Perfect, you thought.

Chigiri, whose online username is RedPanther, has the third most followers on the adult website that everyone in the group was a part of. He's known for his works centering around the tropes 'forced proximity' and 'enemies to lovers', often the smut he writes will include a steamy threesome that has some sort of pegging involved - but that's always towards the second to last chapter.

"Oh!" Bachira calls out your name with a smile, "Aren't you working on a new story yourself?"

“Remind me again,” Shidou leans forward, "what's this one about?"

You find yourself feeling slightly lighter now that you've vented and the topic has shifted to something you're more confident speaking about. After a few seconds of rummaging through your Word documents, you drag the file labeled "I CAN MAKE YOUR BED ROCK - rough outlines & ideas.doc" to the group chat. Rarely do you ever share your creativity flow with other people but, after your unwarranted trauma dump, you figure it was better than nothing.

"Funny enough, it's loosely based on my marriage." You confess sheepishly, "This is my way of coping with it, I guess."

"Nothing wrong with that." Hiori chimes in, "It's free compared to having a shitty therapist!"

"Damn woman," Shidou's pink eyes dart back and forth from the screen, eyebrows furrowing up and down as he makes his way through your well-detailed outline. "you need to get laid, ASAP."

You click open your story file to follow along. In the tags section, you listed: Arranged marriage, unrequited love/one-sided, brat tamer, BDSM, choking, spanking, spitting, breeding kink, cum slu–

Okay, maybe Shidou is right (which is a surprise), you do need to get laid. But it's also okay to get slightly defensive for the sake of your ego, right?

You playfully roll your eyes at your group mate. "Ok ok, no need to judge that hard coming from the person who literally writes degradation kinks for a living!"

"Well, I think this story will be your best one yet!" Chigiri and Bachira both flip you a thumbs up over on their end of the call.

After a few more exchanges of small story updates in everyone's life, you all decided to end the call since it was getting rather late in the afternoon and you have yet to get started on dinner. You briefly thank Chigiri for his upcoming update and hop off, just in time before you hear the familiar sounds of the front door opening.

"I'm back."

"Welcome back, Rin!"

You can't help but feel slightly embarrassed and guilty that you were essentially gossiping about your husband's lack of sex drive to your friend group, which he hardly knows about, when he comes home with a large bag of takeout and your favorite coffee order. Rin is dressed in his typical workout outfit, which consists of a black form-fitting t-shirt and grey sweatpants that were just loose enough that you can still make an outline of his 'magic jewels', as Bachira likes to write.

"Baby, you didn't have to." You quickly grab the items from his hands so he can set down his gym bag.

He hums in response, briefly kissing your forehead before making his way into the kitchen to fetch a tall glass of water. "You've been cooking all week so I wanted you to take a small break," Rin says with a smile.

Your ears go warm and mimic the smile back, “Thanks, how was practice today?”

He sighs through his nose and wipes away the remaining sweat-covered bangs sticking to his forehead. “Rougher than usual but nothing too crazy. Isagi was more annoying compared to yesterday.” Rin says with a small pout.

“Boo,” You stick your tongue out in agreement, “how dare he annoys my one and only husband?”

“Oh, shut up.” He flicks a finger to your cheek and lets out the slightest fake scoff.

After hydrating, Rin announces quietly that he’ll come back to eat as soon as he takes a shower and darts to the guest bedroom. And with that, you’re reminded of your odd predicament.

He is a good husband and knows that you care for him and vice versa. When both sets of parents first introduced you two, it was awkward and you knew from reading his background that he wasn’t the most sociable of people but you were, and still are, patient. This arranged marriage was more or less a business deal between fathers; your father held the CEO title at a top entertainment company in the nation and Rin’s father wanted to secure the spotlight for the growing star athlete. Rin didn’t say much during that meeting, and neither did you.

Your first kiss with him was also on your first date. It was at his apartment, both of you shared the same hobby of playing horror games, and you were sitting thigh to thigh on his two-seater couch. You were dying multiple rounds in, fingers bruised from button-mashing and mind-busied with inappropriate thoughts as you kept stealing glances at your painfully attractive fiance. It didn’t take long for Rin to notice because it was stupidly obvious. He sat his controller down, took one look at you, and asked, “Do you want me to kiss you?” with a weird little smile that was seemingly almost out of character from what you knew of him. And the kiss was … awkward to say the least. You remembered him leaning down and you were leaning up, mashing lips and a little bit of teeth together. No amount of research that you had done days prior could’ve prepped for that. And it was almost as if it was his first time kissing too, but you fixated on your inexperience than pay any mind to his mysterious relationship track record. 

One year later and you’re still stuck at first base.

As if on cue, you feel your phone give out a series of buzzes in your back pocket, already knowing that it’s from your online penpals. You break out from your thoughts and scroll to the top of the messages:

Bachira M. [BluntBangs] “You should try seducing him tonight!” Hiori Y. [ChoppyCyan] “You remember reading Chigiri’s fan favorite short story - “Till Death Do Us Part”? There was this one scene where the characters had to share one bed because the other bedroom got ruined by a leak! Maybe you can “accidentally” make that happen too?” Chigiri H. [RedPanther] “I remember I had a fun time writing that scene. You should definitely try and flirt with him, y/n.” Shidou R. [HornyDemon] “And if your husband won’t fuck you then I will /jk” Hiori Y. [ChoppyCyan] “Shut up you’ll fuck anything that has a pulse”

They weren’t necessarily wrong. You didn’t want this dynamic to potentially go on for another year or even for the rest of your life - trying wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? 

You quickly fill up a pitcher of water then peer into the spare guest room and notice warm lighting bleeding through the cracks coming from the bathroom door and the sounds of running water. With Rin still busy washing up, you take the liberty to start messing around for your impromptu operation. You weren’t exactly sure when or who suggested sleeping in separate bedrooms to start but, to your knowledge, this is the first time that you’ve actually sneaked around in his room.

You start with the closet, opening its double doors and seeing his clothes all hung in order and by color. His sneakers and cleats were all stored in separate clear cases in the bottom corner while there is a small center shelf in the middle that holds his cologne, deodorant, and moisturizer. He’s neat, you think to yourself before deciding that it’s probably best to leave his belongings alone and focus on ruining something in the room that was less personal. Next is the carefully made bed with extra fluffed pillows, then the freshly well-kept plants on the window sill, followed by the small framed photo of your wedding day on the bedside table. Guilt immediately rushes over your consciousness.

“No, this won’t do either.” You groan, suddenly feeling like this is the dumbest thing on earth now. “I should just give up.” 

“y/n?” Rin’s voice calls out and you snap your head towards his direction, soon to be met with a series of incoherent sputtering from the male as you realize that he’s completely wet and naked.

“Oh my god!” Hands and pitcher fly to your redden face as you try to come up with an excuse but nothing comes out the way you want it to, “I-I uh–water! I thought you needed more water–I’m sorry!”

You hear him scrambling around the room, most likely searching for a towel to cover up his impressive lower half. “You’re fine,” Rin’s voice sounds flustered and unusually high pitched, “just give me a second–”

“N-No I’m sorry! I don’t even know why I’m standing here I should just go and–” Closing your eyes might’ve been the worst choice all day because soon your body meets the wall and soon the floor, spilling the pitcher’s contents all over you in the process. 

Your phone vibrates again, text reading:

Bachira M. [BluntBangs] “Did it work?!”

#blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock x reader #doobea writing #itoshi rin #rin itoshi #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #blue lock smut #itoshi rin smut #rin itoshi smut #bllk smut #idk how slow but like slowish #they are not gonna fk until like the last chapter i think #but will do everything else in between #i can make your bed rock - rin itoshi #mdni

[ivysoul]

can i request a leon kennedy fic where the reader takes him home after he’s been out drinking at the bar and he drunkenly confesses how much he loves the reader and fantasizes about them in a relationship and throws in some suggestive comments!

the reader writes it off to his drunkenness but the next morning he confesses it was all true (drunk actions are sober thoughts) and they end up hooking up, but in the aftercare Leon asks the reader if they could be his significant other? :)

hope this made sense!

this is so cute i genuinely smiled.

[cw] mentions of alcohol, drunk confessions, smut, i had to use y/n like once i’m so sorry i rlly didn’t want to. i hate to admit that this is less smut than i wanted to write initially. best believe this isn’t proofread either.

and they were roommates…

Third time this week. Third time driving down to the bar, helping a drunken Leon into the car, and carrying him upstairs. Truthfully, you were fed up, but you didn’t say anything to him. You thought that maybe he was going through something in his head—maybe all of the missions had truly messed him up more than he had let you in on.

So, instead of voicing your concern, you just let the man be. Like tonight, when you got a call from one of his friends (who—bless him for calling you about Leon—was also very drunk himself) that he needed to be taken home. Throughout the short phone call, you could hear Leon on the other end, slurred words sounding something like “I’m fine, man. Don’t make her come down here!”

And that is precisely why you had gone down there.

That and, you cared about Leon far too much for your own well-being.

So, you took a look at the rain outside and decided to throw on one of Leon’s thick coats. That’s when you remembered that the car is currently at the shop. Stupid engine.

That’s how you found yourself walking through the rain at one in the morning, water cascading down your face and soaking your clothes. Your hair was sticking uncomfortably to the back of your neck. You were shivering. Your wet shoes were squeaking with every fast step you took. Yet you had endured it willingly. For him.

You could’ve told his friend that Leon could find his own way home and then go back to sleep. But instead you got out of your warm and comfortable bed and trudged your way down to the bar in heavy rain. For Leon.

Perhaps you loved him too much. Perhaps, when you had fallen for your best friend (who just so happened to be your roommate) and did absolutely nothing to stop it, you had doomed yourself for the rest of your life. Because you would do everything for this man—for the man you were in love with. The man who didn’t feel the same way you did.

It put an ache in your heart, but it was a type of pain you’d endure if it meant keeping him in your life. Even if your current relationship status was simply just that of friends.

Regardless, you couldn’t deny your love for him. Because it be like denying yourself of happiness.

Your head was cleared of your self deprecating thoughts as the familiar lights shone through your vision, illuminating the wet ground and the rain drops hitting the sidewalk.

Sighing, you made your way inside. It didn’t take long to spot him lounging at the bar on a wooden stool. You had become all too familiar with his go-to spot here.

“Leon,” you said as you approached him. “come on. Let’s get you home, yeah?”

He immediately turned at the sound of your sweet voice. Suddenly it was like the thoughts of his next drink were swiped from his mind and instead it was filled with thoughts of you. The way your hair was dripping onto your back and the way your white shirt clung to your body, becoming slightly see through do to the rain (yeah… you didn’t really think that one through).

And… the jacket that you adorned. His jacket.

He smiled impossibly wider and attempted to move to stand up. To which you grabbed his arm to keep him steady as he leaned slightly into you.

“Y/N!” Oh. He sounded drunk as hell. “I missed you! Where were you?”

You couldn’t tell him you were awoken from sleep for this. You couldn’t. “Just watching TV. Didn’t know we had to be attached at the hip, Leon.”

He laughed, “Pfft. You should know by now.” He turned his head back to his two friends as he put an arm around your waist. Something that he does frequently but still manages to make your stomach do backflips every time. “Sorry guys. My woman has come. I gotta go.”

My woman.

His friends shook their heads and laughed at Leon’s drunken state, and the one who had initially called you said, “Yeah, man, don’t sweat it. Just make sure you get home safe.” He said it to the both of you, switching glances to your eyes and Leon’s. His friends were maybe tipsy at most, no where close to where Leon was.

“You two as well.” You said as you moved Leon’s arm from your waist to drape around your shoulders, and turned to leave the building.

It was refreshing when the cold night air took away the smell of alcohol. And Leon still had a slight lingering scent of his cologne. It made your head stir.

The walk home was mostly Leon saying whatever random thought came to the front of his mind first. Things ranging from what if monkeys can actually talk? to I think we should get a cat. You played along, responding to his plethora of questions and random suggestions. When he suddenly said,

“You look good in my jacket. Really pretty.”

Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. Your grip on his wrist on your shoulder tightened. A deep shade of blush covered your cheeks and you were thankful for the darkness of the night that he couldn’t see it.

“Oh yeah?” You choked out, eyes unblinking.

“Yeah,” for a minute you thought that’s where it would end. Whether you were thankful or you wished he would keep going you were unsure. But then he started again, “You’re so pretty. Like—you look good in anythin’. Drives me crazy.”

What. The. Fuck. Is going on.

You were silent as he continued, with his slurred words and hiccups. “I’ve always thought about waking up next to you. Y’know, the morning after we had sex or somethin’. You would always look so fucking beautiful.”

“Leon—”

“I wanna be w’you.”

If it weren’t for the fact that Leon was depending on you to help him walk, you would’ve passed out. So instead you played the words around in your head like your favourite record. Over and over until your lungs started burn. And you realize you had been holding your breath for god knows how long.

You attempted to gather your words as best you could before speaking again, voice wobbling as you did so. “You’re drunk, Leon. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

He scoffed. “I do. I’m saying I wanna be with you.”

You opted for silence the rest of the way home. Figuring that no words you could say right now would be ones with sense.

˗ˏˋ ✸ ´ˎ˗

The next morning Leon woke up in his bed. A glass of water was sat on his nightstand and a bottle of Advil next to it. It was then that the headache hit him full force and he practically lunged at the pills.

After a shower and brushing his teeth, he felt better. So he decided to make his way out to the kitchen. Where he was confronted with you.

It all came back to him in a rush. A blurry memory with bits and pieces missing, when he confessed to you. It wasn’t how he planned on doing it at all. He wanted to take you out to dinner, and during that dinner he would tell you everything. How he felt, how long he’s felt that way, his favourite things about you (which would consist of everything). And then, you two would go on a nice walk in a night time breeze, and he would kiss you.

Instead, his dumbass self decided to get drunk and fucking tell you in the dumbest way possible.

He stifled a groan at his own self annoyance and made his way to the fridge. When he closed it, he looked over at you and smiled as you made eye contact. He almost didn’t notice the light pink tint that slithered its way across your cheeks.

“Sleep well?” He asked, taking a sip from the glass of water he had poured.

You wanted to say no. Because you hadn’t. You had stayed up almost all night thinking about the words Leon had said to you. After some tears mixed with happiness and confusion, you had convinced yourself that he said those things because he was drunk. In which you then proceeded to cry tears of sadness at the fact. You didn’t tell him all of that though. Instead,

“Alright,” the look on his face showed something of disbelief. You brushed it off however. “How’re you feeling?”

Leon smiled at your concern, “Better—much better. Thanks for the Advil by the way.”

“Of course, no problem!”

God. It was so awkward. And he only made it worse when he said,

“I’m sorry you had to walk all that way in the rain. It’s no way to treat my woman.”

My woman. Just like he said last night. You wondered if he remembered or if it was just a coincidence. “Leon, I—”

“It was all true.”

Oh.

You stayed silent. Because what we’re you even supposed to say? This was not how you expected this morning to go. You knew it would be awkward on your end, but you didn’t expect this.

“Everything I said last night was true. I mean, I don’t… remember everything. But whatever it was, it was true.” He started to walk over to where you were standing, and he stood so close to you that it caused you to lean your lower back against the small island. He never took his eyes off of yours as he continued. “I do want to be with you. Last night wasn’t exactly how I wanted to tell you, but now that it happened I can’t just pretend it didn’t.”

He stared at you. His eyes occasionally drifted down to your mouth. Lingered. And then back to your eyes.

You didn’t have any words apart from, “Yes.”

A slight smile made its way onto Leon’s face before you shoved it away. He didn’t want to get his hopes up. “Yes?”

“I wanna be with you, too, Leon.”

You barely got the words out before his lips were on yours. Colliding with a passion that only a year of built up emotions could elicit. He wrapped his arms fully around your waist and pulled you as far against him as you could go. Your own arms went to wrap around his neck, using your hands to tug at the hair at the nape his his neck.

Your lips molded with his perfectly. Like two connecting pieces of a puzzle.

Your body felt on fire.

When you pulled back he chased your lips again subconsciously. You giggled at it before speaking. “So,” you dragged out, “if everything was true… that means that the part where you told me—and I quote—“Y’know, the morning after we had sex or somethin’. You would always look so fucking beautiful” was true?” You asked, imitating Leon’s voice as best you could with a smile.

Leon groaned and dropped his head into the crook of your neck. You laughed, and you felt him smile against your skin. And then you felt a sudden pain in you shoulder.

“Did you just bite me?”

“…Maybe.”

You pulled his head up and all you saw in his eyes was lust. It did something to you that you couldn’t explain. And within a second, you crashed your lips against his once again.

This time, the kiss was more hungry. Needy. Tongues and teeth were clashing, moans were being let out by the both of you. Leon pushed his groin against you and you felt the prominent bulge. However, before you could say anything about it, he lifted you up onto the counter in a swift motion and started to lift up your shirt.

“Can I take this off?” He asked, out of breath, hair disheveled, lips red and swollen. He looked beautiful. “Baby?”

You hadn’t even realized you were staring. “Oh. Yeah.”

He let out an airy laugh as he took it off, maybe a bit too eager. He eyes immediately fell onto your tits, on full display. Just for him. He attached his mouth onto one of your pert nipples and sucked, his free hand palming the other one. You let out a series of gasps and whines.

And then his hands lowered to the waistband of your pyjama shorts. He looked up at you, mouth still on your nipple, as if to ask for permission. And you gave it to him, even lifting your hips to let him tug the shorts down.

Leon finally tore his face away from your breast and looked down to your glistening cunt, bending your knees and propping your heels on top of the counter, keeping your legs nice and spread for him.

“So pretty.” He brought his middle finger to push into your folds. “And wet.”

“Leon. Please.”

Your hands fumbled with the waistband of his sweats, eagerly trying to tug them down. With a little “Ok”, he shoved down his sweatpants, revealing his thick cock. pre-cum gathered at the tip—red and desperate.

Your legs wrapped around his hips, feet hooked at the back, and pulled him towards you. “Please.”

“So needy.”

But he obliged, and slid his cock into you slowly. He kept at a leisurely pace, though it still felt fucking heavenly. The girth of his cock was all but splitting you open as he thrusted in and out of your sopping pussy.

“F-Fuck,” you moaned, your cheek flat against his. “Faster, please!”

And because he could never say no to you, Leon sped up his pace. By a lot. He fucked into you fast, hips never wavering once. “Nughh… pussy’s so good, baby.”

He brought his thumb down to your clit, circling the nub with light pressure. It was almost embarrassing how fast he had you cumming. Your body shook and you moaned loud and high pitched, and the feeling of your pussy clamping down onto his cock had Leon whining out your name.

His thrusts started getting sloppier and his whines were getting louder, higher. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

“Cum in me, Leon.”

He groaned at that. “Shit—You sure?”

You would’ve fucking begged for it if he wanted you to. “Yes! Yes, please!”

And he did. He unloaded his cum into your cunt, filling you as he moaned into your ear. The feeling alone brought you to your second orgasm. You saw stars and Leon groaned deeply before pulling out.

He kissed the tip of your nose, pulled his sweatpants up, and got a cloth and wet it with warm water. You giggled at the whole thing. Not because you found it funny, but rather that you found it adorable. And so completely right. You and Leon took care of each other. That’s what you do.

After he cleaned you up and put your shorts back on you, he pulled you in close to him by your waist, your arms found their way to his neck once again. His voice was soft as he spoke, “Let’s go out for dinner tonight? On a date?”

You beamed, mind filled with ecstasy and excitement, “Of course, Lee.”

#*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 📁 ꒰ leon kennedy ! ⊹˚. ♡ ꒱ #leon kennedy smut #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil remake #resident evil 2 #re2 remake #resident evil 4 #re4 remake #smut #reader insert #saintlulls

[chosowarmer]

Nanami Kento x Boyfriend!Reader [18+]

transgender!man nanami ; male reader ; babytrapping ; pregnancy ; breeding ; 2.0k wc

The two of you having dated for a year or so, Nanami desires more; he wants your baby. You're not interested in being a father, but that's okay, once he's pregnant you'll want it as much as he does.

A/N: ripping my hair out, no longer playing around, nanami i wont u 😵‍💫😵‍💫 this was supposed to be like 750 words and pretty short since i was writing something else but oh well

When he first brought up the idea of having a baby, you told him plainly you weren’t interested. It broke his heart knowing you didn’t want to father his children, but at the time he didn’t push it further than that. 

Now, a year together with you, he couldn’t stand it a second longer. He’d been patient, hoping you’d change your mind or maybe forget to wear a condom, but you were always so careful with him, even buying him Plan B just in case. 

Why did it matter if you had only been together for a year? If anything, that was too long for him, he should’ve been pregnant months ago. Every time you showered him in love and affection, he couldn’t help but think of how good a father you’d be. He still loved you, even if you were denying him the domestic life he desired; he’d just have to calculate a way to go about it without you knowing at first, and then afterward you’d understand. You’d love it.

He acts indirectly at first. Poking holes in the condoms in your nightstand. Being more needy than usual; initiating sex first more often. Being more insistent you fuck him rather than eat him out or fingerfuck him. He even began taking fertility pills, hoping to ovulate more often. Frustratingly, it all fell flat, you weren't even aware of what he was doing and were still managing to deny him. 

He sighed, he couldn’t even understand why you wouldn’t want to get him pregnant. Filling his womb with your cum, fucking him over and over and over until he was tearing up, bulging slightly from the volume of seed in him. Holding him there, cockwarming him to make sure his womb got every last bit. 

A few months later the two of you could notice a bump forming. Rubbing his stomach as you feel over the small bump, praising him for carrying your kid for you, and how well he was doing it too. Day by day, watching his belly grow more swollen and taut. He’d have to show up to work so he could officially sign off his paternity leave. His co-worker’s eyes on his distended abdomen, asking how many months along he was, whether it was a girl or boy, how many did he even have in there. He wouldn’t show it on his face, but he would like the attention, answering their inexhaustible questions in his usual stoic manner. And he’d bat away any dawdling hands that tried to touch his belly, that was for you alone. 

If the two of you wanted a baby shower, it’d be good to set it up early, or else he’d have to show up with his belly exposed, since there wouldn’t be many clothes to fully hide it. His shirt riding up, or maybe just unbuttoned as he spends most of the function sitting down from your insisting. You wouldn’t take your eyes off him for a minute. Maybe he’s even carrying more than one for you, god he hoped so.

And if it was twins or even triplets, he’d barely be able to get around on his own. If anything, knowing how caring you were, you’d insist for him to lie down; getting anything he needed, feeding into any cravings he’d have. You already show him so much love and attentiveness now, why wouldn’t you want to do that while he was carrying your kids too?

Once he had you, you'd understand.

.♡. 

It's during the peak of his next ovulation that he decides to hide the condoms. You’re only watching TV when he comes back, sitting himself up against you, pulling you in close to hold you. You smile at him, cuddling in closer. Good.

He’s slow at first. He kisses your neck, letting his hand feel up your waist. You sigh lovingly. Nanami had been more initiative lately; you hadn’t paid it much mind, thinking it was stress from work or something. But you did kind of want to finish this episode first. You pat his arm, turning to peek at him, “Baby, I love you, but can I please finish this episode first? And then we can do what you want, I promise.”

He huffs, hugging you closer, “That’s fine.”

It wasn’t that fine, he was desperate for you to fuck him now, but if you needed him to wait, he could do that. After twenty minutes or so, he felt restless; by the way you spoke, it seemed like the show was almost over, but it just kept going and going. He’s got his face buried in the crook of your neck, taking in that familiar, delicious scent of your cologne, it drove him crazy. 

He lets his hand roam your body again, noting the way your breath hitches as he does so. He’d love to be more patient like you asked, but it felt like his body was on fire, he needed this. He purrs in your ear, “How much longer?”

You don’t how to tell him you lost focus of the show ten minutes ago, too distracted by his body against yours as held you to him. The way you could feel his chest rising up and down, his breath right by your neck, and feeling him readjust himself now and again against you. You’re not even sure you want to check how much time is left in the episode, moaning when you feel him resume kissing your neck. Nanami takes that as confirmation from you, tracing his hand down your happy trail as he reaches the hem of your pants. When you nod, begging for him to touch you, he’s overjoyed.

He pushes his hand into your boxers, reaching past your cock to cup your balls. You groan, eyes rolling back as he massages and fondles you. God, he can feel how heavy and full you were; he needed you to pump him full. He squeezes you gently which elicits another erotic moan out of you. Your cock twitches as he tilts your head to him to look at him, the look he gives you almost hungry. 

“Y/n…Can we move this?” 

.♡. 

He’s on top of you, his wet pussy humping against your cock as he kisses you hard, inviting his tongue into your mouth. Nanami moans as you grab his ass, guiding his hips along your dick. He pulls away, begging for you to fuck him now. 

“Please, sweetheart… ♡”

You can’t argue with that, you kiss him again before rummaging in your nightstand for a condom. When you come up empty, you’re confused, you were so sure you still had a few left. 

“Hah.. fuck.. Kento, do you have a condom?”

Nanami would grin if he didn’t want to be caught, “No…No, I don’t think so, sweetheart, sorry.” He kisses along your jawline, hoping to bring your focus back to him instead of focusing on the missing condoms. He humps against your cock again, with a desperate moan, “Please, y/n..♡ Haah… I need you so much.”

You cup his face, knowing how much he wants it, but you didn’t want to be too careless, “I know, baby, I know… but I don’t think I’m gonna be able to fuck you today if we don’t have any… How ‘bout something else ♡?”

He huffs, that was not the answer he wanted to hear. He leans right by your ear, and whines. His deep voice begs you, pleading for you to let it slide this once, for him. He slides his cunt along your cock, feeling it twitch from under him; exactly why he left it untouched, he needed you needy. And it works when he hears you hesitate to retort him, a hitch in your voice as you fail to give a proper reply back. 

He puts the nail in the coffin as he trails his hand down to his aching cunt, widening his folds as he lets the head of your cock rub right up against it, so close to slipping in him. Pre-cum dribbles out of you onto his pussy as he moans again, right up in your ear, “I have Plan B, sweetheart…♡  Please, please.. Can I have this ♡♡?”

Fuck, it convinces you as you slam him down on your dick, drawing a pleasured cry out of him as he mutters “thank you”’s and “I love you”s. Your cock always made his mind a mess, but today felt like he was melting; knowing you were gonna fill him, impregnate him, fuck, he was losing his mind. He can’t thank you enough, bouncing on it as he clutches around you, like he doesn’t want to let go. 

“Thank you… haah.♡…. Nggh.. Thank you, sweetheart, thank you….♡” 

You tell him how much you love him, how full you’re gonna make him and it’s like you flipped a switch in his brain. His tight walls convulsing around you as he cums right there and then, crying out as you slam your cock deep in him, now lost in the moment. 

You were gonna make him full, so full of your seed, your babies, “FUCK…! HAAH… ❤︎! Fill me, please, please ♡♡!”

Your pace stutters as you feel him squeeze around you, groaning. This is it, what’s he’s been wanting for so long. He moans as he feels your dick throb inside him, you were so close.

You’re not even sure you could pull out if you wanted to, it was like he wanted to keep there forever. You try not to thrust too deep, but he’s got you figured out as he takes you all the way in, slamming his ass down. It’s too much for you as you grip him tight, cumming deep as he milks every bit of seed out of you. He cries again, squirting right on your cock as he whimpers and moans "thank you"s. 

He wants to keep you nice and buried in him, not wanting to lose a drop. However, after catching your breath, you squeeze his hand, signaling for him to let you pull out. He hesitates before ultimately letting you go, pulling off your cock with a wet squelch. He kisses your cheek, pulling you close to hold as he smiles faintly. 

“I love you so much.”

You smile back at him, taking his hand in yours, “I love you, too.”

.♡. 

It's exactly two months later when you're taking out the trash in the bathroom that you notice it, a pregnancy test box, clear as day, resting at the top. 

Kento… he…?

You dump out the rest of the container in a panic, desperate to find the stick but it's nowhere to be found. Hearing the front door open, you head over to confront; when did he buy it, why did he buy it, was he… He wasn’t… right? He smiles, cupping your face before holding out an envelope for you to read. He moves to hug you from behind, goading you to open it, wanting to see your reaction as you both read it. You swallow, skimming over the contents.

It’s a lab. For a blood pregnancy test. Positive.

Nanami kisses your cheek, telling you how much he's wanted this for the two of you and it was finally happening. He puts his hand over yours, noting your quiet response.

"The doctor believes it might even be twins. How does that sound? You? A father of two?" You glance back at him, a faint smile on his face. He's so... happy? How?

"I love you, sweetheart."

You glance back at the lab test.

Positive. Twins. A father. Already? You hadn't even married him yet.

You were always so careful with him, making sure you wore a condom or to pull out beforehand. Maybe you forgot one time, or it was a faulty condom. But… to be a father already, well, it was all just so soon, it’s not like… you couldn't...

You feel Nanami's strong arms hug you closer, an unfamiliar tone in his voice as he spoke.

"Y/n...? You're excited, aren't you?"

You can’t see his face, focus still glued to the lab test, but he sounds….

Sigh.. You can't walk out on him. You loved him. Even… Even if…

You turn your head with a smile, "Of course, I love you, baby."

He beams, kissing you again.

#nanami kento x reader #nanami smut #nanami kento #m! reader #male reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #nanami kento x male reader #jujutsu kaisen #nanami x reader

[desafinado]

secret relationship hcs with them...

°｡⋆ it's not necessarily confidential or forbidden, but the two of you would just rather have each other to yourselves...

°｡⋆ kaveh, diluc, ayato x gn! reader

note: i love the secret relationship trope bcos like.. it's like yeah u guys still live seperate lives but those moments when it's just the two of you, it's as though the world doesn't matter.. bc ur each other's world im so 😭.. also this is a repost bc initially i think it got shadowbanned or something 💀

kaveh ♡

it's not that the both of you are trying to keep it a secret, but… you're a very busy person in a somewhat high position in the akademiya so you barely ever get some time alone.

this only motivates kaveh to be more romantic with the short moments you guys have.

expect him to have a bouquet of dried flowers every time he goes to meet you.

secret meetings in all the best viewpoints in sumeru city and port ormos (bc ofc he knows them).

or if he needs to, he'll be happy to adjust for you

"my love… i came through the window just to see you" "my office is on the first floor?" "exactly"

sitting on his lap while you do paperwork, or vice versa.

kisses that always feel as though he'll never get the chance to kiss you again.

the first time alhaitham caught you visiting kaveh, alhaitham simple did not want to believe.

"ah y/n, did you want to discuss something…? i must say i'm not sure how you knew where i live, but-… oh.. this isn't what i think it is, correct? please?"

he makes much more romantic and maybe even.. sensual… architecture designs.

and whenever people ask him where he got the inspiration he simple replies "ah well, love is everywhere.. im simply the messenger"

however their praises can never compare to the look of astonishment you have when you show him his newest design.

"this.. is beautiful, kaveh" "only for you, my love.. only by you was it possible"

whenever you get the chance to spend the night together, he makes sure to hold you tight and stay with you until you wake up.

diluc ♡

does he loves you? of course. would he rather you not get swept up by the rumors and dangers that surround his life? very much.

"mysterious" gifts left at your door stop every night delivered by the dark knight himself… flowers, chocolates, anything you might want

on the rare occasion, the gift might even be himself "hello dear… may i?"

he rather stay over at your place, because it lets him pretend for a second that he lives a normal quaint life with you.

will sometimes ask you to tend his wounds, which ends up with you lecturing him for however long it takes.

he just wanted to babied with your touch he didn't ask for this :(

you'll also tell him about your day and he listens attentively, asking questions every so often.

you'll also tell him the latest rumors about him

"they think.. im a vampire..? how ridiculous.." "can you not crush my dreams?"

he also might drop by after a particularly exhausting night at angel's share.

his head in your lap as you mindlessly stroke his hair, it's just so…

"you're so pretty.. you know that?" "i..thank you."

is still a bit hesitant in being intimate, so you proudly take the first move just to make him feel comfortable.

holds you as though you're made of glass, kisses you as if it's both your first time.

he always makes sure you know that he loves and cares for you, and he would never take you for granted.

he waits for the day he can just fade away from the public's eye and live in his own little world with you, and only you.

ayato ♡

this man is the whole reason i decided to write this.. and the trope feels most reasonable with him

make-out sessions in his office, stolen kisses in the most secluded areas of the city

kisses that feel forbidden, only causing more of an adrenaline rush

honestly though, thoma knows about it because he often acts as correspondence between the two of you.. and everything he knows was learned against his will

"my lord.. im not telling y/n that.." "but it is simply how i feel? this is an order, thoma."

now it isn't too suspicious for him to be talking to you a lot, since your small family business often play a big part in preparations for festivals

nor would it be too suspicious to find you both walking through the festival checking on the stalls, enjoying the atmosphere

but when the grand fireworks display go off, and the both of you are nowhere to be seen.. it gets just the slightest suspicious.. but oh well, not many seem to notice anyways

he loves teasing you and almost exposing your relationship in front of others

"are you free to discuss the layout later?" "a-actually, i have a-" "so it's settled, please meet me in my office"

nothing with you ever feels forced, you make him feel so relaxed. work leaves his mind and insecurities die down

anything he asks of you.. time, affection, forgiveness.. you give him, but also don't let him off so easily. you keep him grounded

he always feels like he's not enough, and that someone else would make you so much happier

"I'm sorry, love.. I-" "no, i love you so much, and i can't imagine a future without you. i don't care how long it takes, what it takes or how, but i believe in us."

requests are open!! please do not repost on other sites.

#genshin x reader #genshin hcs #ayato x reader #diluc x reader #kaveh x reader #fluff #genshin impact #genshin imagines #airi.writes #airi.hcs

[bluemoondust]

Hello! May I req about reader attempting to piss off/surprise attack Dazai (BSD) so that he would kill them please? Just one character, and in scenarios would be fitting i think or it can be up to you. Thanks!

✧Attempting to Provoke Him✧ — Dazai Osamu

First time writing for Dazai, so hope this is good!

Warning(s): Talk of Suicide and Death (Thanatos Theory), Hints of Manipulation

Currently Playing: Two Breaths Walking (Reloaded) cover by Rachie

"Hey,

What are you living off of?

Who is it that drives you to go on?

Who is it that you think of?

Have you learned all of the words to say?"

It seems like you're under the influence of Thanatos. The desire of death; your untimely demise.

Something all too familiar with Dazai. However, his approach to the concept is different from yours. Well at least, in terms of how you'd like your end to be. His own methods have changed, but oh...some things just stay the same even after years have passed.

He thinks about how empty you must feel. What drove such a hole into that heart of yours in order to cause this need to have your short life ended. He'll find out that answer eventually; he always figures it out in the end. It's futile to even try to hide your true reasoning behind it. The kicker of it all being that you wish for Dazai to be the one to cut your life abruptly.

Something was wrong with this. No human being would want to commit a death that is by the hands of someone else. They'd rather do it by their own hand; to feel that sweet sense of control they never had in their lives. Why do you want someone to kill you? Well no matter, it is something he'll find out. He knows too well you won't give an answer. No person is ever honest when it comes to their darkest emotions.

Your attempts to annoy/surprise him, amuse Dazai greatly and he never takes them seriously...on the surface. He simply plays along and laughs like it's all a joke. Treats it like a game. "Oh! Nice try~ You'll have to be more stealthy than that!" Your actions are met with head pats or affectionately pinching your cheeks. You're adorable. Just like that silly little head of yours to even believe you can achieve what you want.

Those methods are in vain as he can clearly tell its you ever time you try to catch him off guard. You think just because these methods are a clear plead to be killed, they would actually give you what you want? Oh, you're naive. Dazai had already known your intentions. Everyone else could assume you are being silly, but he knows better. He's seen the glint in your eyes when you approach him with a new scheme. He's seen it before.

You're his darling after all. He knows you more than you know yourself. You want to know what does piss him off? That you want to leave this world on your own. Without him. Dazai internally scoffs at your attempts to ignite a strong reaction out of him, but they still amuse him as said before.

So let's get things straight, you are not going to receive what you desire, darling. Well, at least, not on your terms. One, you're not dying until Dazai decides it's time and two, it will be in the form of a double suicide. In order for that to be, you have to be on the same page as him. Don't worry though, Dazai has that all figured out. You'll eventually come around to the idea if you're initially against it. Wouldn't you rather see the experience of pure bliss on your beloved's face before you go? It's better than seeing resentment.

For now, you're obviously a danger to yourself, aren't you? It seems like you're at a point in your life where you simply have no control over it. The reins are no where to be found; hands feebly trying to grasp them. Someone else has to grab them for you. Whether you want it or not, that hole in your heart will be filled...with him. Dazai will make you see him as your reason to live. The absolute control over your life.

He smiles at the thought of it. What a lovely thing to think of. It will not remain just a thought though, as he plans to make that a reality. He will commend you, despite how foolish your efforts are, you certainly gave Dazai something interesting to work with. Things were going to be simple, but now a bump in the road is present. Even if it is a minor one. You're making things easier, but the good kind.

Challenging your perspective will be fun. Making you question what you initially believed will be a joy. Your original reason for the desire of death will change and Dazai will look forward to that. He looks forward to seeing you look at him like he's your lifeline.

"From today you’ll be the air I breathe

your breath is everything in me

The "I love you's" we tried to say

That we screwed up, but not today"

#yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bsd #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere bsd x reader #yandere dazai osamu #yandere dazai #yandere dazai x reader #yandere male #male yandere #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader

[the-s1lly-corner]

A request for a Caine, Pompi, Jax x reader who remembers his past life and everything that happens in the present world. Without romanke. Thanks!

(Sorry if it's unclear, I'm writing though a translator)

Reader who remembers (w/ Caine, Pomni, Jax) (platonic)

sorry if this one is on the shorter side! i wanted t knock this one out before i take a short little break from writing !!

CAINE:

oh you remember? thats definitely new!

fairly intrigued by it, since his knowledge of the outside world is fairly limited due to his status as AI, so everything he does know is from being directly programmed into him, as well as what he learned from the various humans who got stuck in the circus

"Are they just as dashing as I am?" wiggles his top row of teeth at you, or something along those lines

I think outside of the initial shock and questions he loses interest fast, after all, he has work to do and these things cant distract him from keeping everything in line!

does occasionally come to you for ideas for adventures, i mean you have the most memories around here so that must mean you have the most ideas

duh!

JAX:

similar to caine I think Jax would ask some basic questions but ultimately doesnt care, assuming you guys arent like. close friends

i mean, it could just be resignation to their new home, but jax doesnt seem all too eager to leave/not actively trying to escape

i think if you two were like, actually decent friends then he might be more inclined to ask you about whats going on in the real world and how much has changed

obviously, we dont know how long everyone has been stuck. our only current indicator is that kinger has been there for the longest and hes been there for possible years (assuming jax's "we've been stuck here for years" comment was not an exaggeration)

i wish i had more but im truly stumped on what to do for jax here, since i dont think he would really. care that you know what was presently going on in the world

POMNI:

tries to ask if you remember anything about the headset and everything leading up to you putting it on

obviously in regards to that I can't say much since we only have the pilot to work off of and I have yet to touch any theories for TADC, so

probably relies on you as reassurance that she's not going insane and that the real world is in fact, real... she might feel guilty about using you as her main pillar of support, but it would be that or back where she was before you

pairs up with you to try to find an exit to the place, in hopes that somehow you still having your memories will aid in some way in your escape

sometimes asks you about what your life was like before everything

Since Pomni just got here recently, she probably wouldn't ask about what's currently going on, since... she just got back from there...

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x you #caine x reader #caine imagine #jax x you #jax x reader #jax imagine #pomni x reader #pomni x you #pomni imagine

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Omg the toji threesome fic is just...wtf there's no other worlds to describe it it's wtf in a good way omg what if she gets pregnant? What if it's not naoya's?! WHAT WILL TOJI FJCKING SAY?! GET RID OF IT?! GIVE BIRTH AND GIVE IT TO ME?! WHAT WILL NAOYA DO?! OMGGGGG PLEASE MAKE A FIC ABOUT THE AFTERMATH AHHHH!!!!! if you want baby no pressure <3

Hello! :>

I don't know if you saw my sneak peak, but I ended up writing a sequel to this heheh I'm so glad you liked it!!

Ngl, I wasn't planning on writing more of it, but then I saw this ask and... you know, I just had to do it to 'em.

Anyways I won't say anything more; except for the warnings: mentions of infidelity. mentions of smut (the word cunt is used) angst I believe. it's sad at the end, or I try to make it sad lol. Mentions of pregnancy. Also, I am no expert relating to pregnancy matters so take it with a grain of salt and lots of plot convenience 😅.

Happy reading!!

sequel to this.

Toji’s not to disclose if you or Naoya came back for a repeat of that night’s succession, though he will admit your pregnancy was not surprising.

It’s not like he could run away from it either, for as soon as news graced the elders’ ears, it’s all the estate spoke of.

From enthusiasm to welcome the next generation of Zen’in sorcerers, to the ever-growing hope of recovering their prized cursed technique, which has been absent for hundreds of years…

Expectations for this child were at an all-time high.

But to you and Naoya, all you could care about was the blessing this baby represented.

A family.

The pinnacle of all their yearnings, the fruits of their never-ending efforts finally appearing as the positive pregnancy test you took one morning after feeling particularly nauseous…

Or Toji’s, perhaps.

Toji initially didn’t think much of the “shocking” announcement. Not even after his behavior that night—they were just heat of the moment things, nothing that he meant nor really cared about, simply said to get a rise out of Naoya; and oh, was his reaction satisfying.

In other words, he really, genuinely, couldn’t care less about what the wimpy heir and his ditzy wife were to face from that point forward.

But when their behavior towards him, the engaging conversations, invitations to drink tea, amongst other activities, drastically ceased, to the point of them turning on their heel and going the opposite way when bumping into him…

It didn’t take long for the pieces to fall into place, and when the puzzle was complete, Toji could only laugh.

It’s like an open secret, albeit solely for those involved.

The baby inside you wasn’t Naoya’s.

It was Toji’s.

And this filled him with morbid fascination no other high had been able to provide.

To know that the baby everyone was praising as the future of the Zen’in, a promising sorcerer, as expected of the heir, was the ultimate irony, the exact anti-thesis of all they once declared of Toji.

He was very tempted to let everyone know.

Proudly announce the truth to the world, screaming to the top of his lungs that that baby isn’t Naoya’s, it’s mine.

The scandal this revelation would bring was nothing short of earth-shattering, and more likely than not, the elders wouldn’t even know where to start from. Although your infidelity could be a good reference.

Followed by the fact that no matter how much they try to get rid of him, he’ll always find a way to haunt them—like a ghost shackled to the estate walls, Toji would always remain in the back of their minds, unsettling them whenever they did as much as breathe.

Although for this to work, he’d have to wait until the child was born, officiated as son of Naoya, before he could do any true damage.

To see the kind of face the Zen’in would make upon finding out the truth… is one that makes his prolonged stay all but worthwhile.

As well as knowing your reaction towards the whole ordeal—if you’ve even been able to sleep knowing well that your life was on the line by carrying such a frightening secret in your womb.

Considering the way you frequently sought him out during those lonely nights where your husband would be away for long periods of time, this probably didn’t perturb you as much. After all, what did you expect after receiving his seed as constantly as you did? That nothing would happen? No consequences to be suffered?

You were many things, but he never thought you as delusional.

Or perhaps, you were hoping for this. To have his child. He’d come to believe so after the tight way your cunt squeezed him.

Well, that would only make him the delusional one.

Either way, he suspects that while your secret might’ve prickled the back of your mind from time to time, it didn’t bother you as much as he hoped—not with the way your staff coddled your every move, how the clan would gift you expensive items to celebrate the future head of the clan, per tradition, or how happy you appeared to be with your growing bump, gently caressing it and beaming while confessing oh how much you longed to finally hold your baby.

It irked him.

To see that even through this deceit, you were still blissful.

It was undeserving. Wrong.

At least to the man who has been sentenced to nothing but pain and disgrace since the moment he was born, that’s how it was.

Because it was impossible for him to grasp the innocence of others—To accept that some were just simply… with better luck. Free to live as they desired, and without having to pay for the prejudice of others.

Toji, now more than ever, felt that he was being used. Plucked from his misery, toyed with, and discarded once dried out of his benefits.

Thus, his motivation to ruin your and Naoya’s happiness became as palpable as ever—hastily making his way towards you once catching you by one of the many gardens, intending to remind you of the power he had, how easily it would be for him to plant the seed of doubt amongst the staff, let it flourish up to the elders, and ruin your and Naoya’s life forever.

Unless your anguished face was to stop him.

It was abrupt, happening in less than a second, yet enough for him to understand it wasn’t because you were upset by some redundant folly, but rather, of pain.

With one of your hands rushing up to your stomach while the other to your back, it was as if the weight of your baby had suddenly become too much to handle; you’d then anxiously looked for a chance to sit down, frowning when realizing the only option was the strenuous engawa in front of you…

Before freezing, face quickly void of any color, when seeing Toji abruptly standing by your side, with mysterious intentions you were not interested in finding out.

“Toji, you— You breathe as you do your best to walk away from him, just for him to keep up with you. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Gee, that’s the thanks I get for getting you pregnant?” he sneers. “Never thought you to be as prejudiced as the rest—”

“What—what is wrong with you?!” you condemned, snatching your arm from his grasp. “How dare you?! Don’t you ever say something like ever aga—ah!”

“Y/N.” Toji’s eyes widen when he sees you lean forward, wrapping your arms around your stomach as you hiss and cuss, while tightly closing your eyes in what he recognizes strenuous pain. “What is happening?! Are you—”

No.

Could it be? And so soon?!

”Are you having the baby??”

“What? N—No—!” you whimper, squeezing tears out of the corners of your eyes. “It’s just—it’s just this pain that comes and goes sometimes—I—I need to sit down—”

Toji doesn’t hesitate to help you onto the engawa by firmly, yet gently, holding your arms and lowering you down to the wooden floor. You didn’t plan on accepting his help at first, but when a sharp pain reminds you that you couldn’t really pick and choose in this situation, you end up agreeing.

Once seated, Toji concludes this was much better off in the hands of a staff member, or even a doctor if he could somehow manage to do that, so he quickly stands up and turns towards the hallways—but the moment you see him take as little as a step away from you, your hands fly to grab his sleeve, stopping him on his tracks before looking up to him with the most pitiable look on your face.

“Stay.” You breathe, swallowing. “Please.”

And whether because of your pleading, teary eyes, or because it had been so long since he’d basked in your warm company, Toji obliges, soon taking the spot besides you as your hand now securely gripped his, with such an unprecedented force that has him both amused and concerned by your pain, while offering whatever little comfort he could with his touch.

It’s in these quiet yet tense moments that he finally gets to see the certainty of your situation.

While you expected to happily enjoy your future life as a mother, relish on the compliments of those around you, the praises of your in-laws, and the company and support of your husband…

Reality had been nothing short of deviant from your dreams—starting from the high risk your pregnancy was labeled as…

To the haunting consequences of your past actions.

“Are you sure this is normal?” Toji asks, seeing that your pain was not subsiding. “I think you need help—”

“No shit, Toji!” you gasp, he raises an eyebrow. “I mean—I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize, princess. It’s nothing I’m not used to already.”

“… is that—is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“No. Not really.” He snickers, a smile that’s quickly wiped off his mouth when hearing you hiss. “But I’ve seen it work with others, so why not give it a shot?”

“I’m not—I’m not going to do that.” You huffed. “I—I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“But you’d ignore me?”

“If you’re here to scold me, this is not the right time.” You hiss again, feeling a sharp pain attack your lower back, making you press your lips and whine.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to do something? Bring you something to drink—or… something?”

“Yes, but—but it’s not like you can help me anyways.”  You confess, he frowns.

“What? Why? How hard is it to get something for you to take?” he scoffs.

“They don’t want me to—they say—they say it might hurt the baby.”

Toji blinks.

“And so, what? They’re just going to leave you to suffer?”

You don’t respond.

He sighs. Toji should’ve known better.

“Where does it hurt?”

“My—my back and stomach” you breathe, another sharp bolt of pain on those places precisely, making you hold his hand even tighter, once again, he’s surprised someone like you could even dent his skin. “And no matter what I do—nothing helps! Not even that stupid warm bath, or the massages Junko-san told me to do—”

The desperation for failed solutions after failed solutions is clear in your voice, a consistency that effectively shows your growing frustration at being reminded again and again that not even when carrying the future of the Zen’in, are you respected as a person.

It’s always the needs of others first, the beliefs of the rest—only this time around it was your baby, although through the twisted words of your in-laws.

“I’m so, so tired of feeling exhausted, I just want to—”

“Let me try.” Toji interrupts, offering a solution that initially catches you by surprise, a part of your mind urging you to decline and get away as far as possible, the dangers his closeness could give are far bigger than you’re willing to put up with—

Yet, another part of you is telling you to allow him, if only for a moment, to help you.

To enjoy his company, something you’ve been unjustifiably deprived of.

Something you should’ve had now more than ever due to your pregnancy, but for many painful reasons, you didn’t.

But just because you wanted it, does it mean you should?

…

…

…

It wouldn’t be the first time you succumbed to these desires.

Thus, the decision is made when freeing his hand and gesturing to him to proceed with a nod. Toji then places his hands over your shoulders, firmly pressing his fingertips against them before beginning to ease the tensions and stresses away from your body through circular motions.

Had you known of Toji’s talent, you would’ve asked for massages more than anything else from him—for the way he carefully worked over your knots, starting from your neck and shoulders, down to your spine and to your lower back… it was simply amazing.

And for a moment, it’s like you’ve forgotten the strained relationship you had with him in favor of wondering where he even learned to do something like that.

“Oh my god—” you sigh, shoulders relaxing as Toji continues to massage you. “This is so much better…”

“Well, know you can always count on me to make you feel better, right?” He teases, your satisfaction dwindles for a moment with a frown. “It’s just a joke.”

“It’s not the time for jokes.” You respond. “but at least my back doesn’t hurt anymore….”

“That’s the reason why you’re so tense— it’s because you can’t take a joke.” Toji adds, as if he were finding out how much he could push it before you snapped. So much for his concern… or perhaps it was his way to lighten up your mood?

“Yeah, how horrible of me—it’s not like I’m carrying a baby.” You chided, and once again, his arrogance is smacked out of him.

After a moment of silence and brief repentance, Toji speaks.

“How did Naoya take it?”

“…I don’t want to talk about that.”

It went bad. If not horrible.

Naoya was excited at first, over the moon to know that he was finally to be a father after all their attempts.

But when doubts began to plague his mind, eventually leading to the DNA test… his absence was the clear indication of his feelings.

However,  if his reaction hurt you and your marriage so badly, then why did you keep the—

“I always wanted a family.” You say, succumbing to one of the many questions you rightfully assumed Toji to have. “From the moment I married, no, even before that, I knew that’s what I wanted in life. To have a little girl, or boy, that I could endlessly dote and spoil on… And once I got with Naoya, realizing he too shared my dream, I literally felt it was only a matter of weeks before we’d have our own family.

But, when we began to try, and try, and try… what I once felt just by my fingertips was slowly transforming into an impossible dream.

People say that these things happen unexpectedly, just when you need them the most.

… and I wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt. Remain hopeful and believe that the gods had other plans for me in the meantime. But… the two of us knew it. There was something wrong, and we didn’t know what—

Or more like we didn’t want to know.

Naoya couldn’t even consider himself as the possible cause. And I… I also didn’t want to believe I was the obstacle between me and my dreams.

And then, you came along.

I guess it’s the weight of our actions that eventually made Naoya… hesitant for the baby.

We always knew that it was yours, it’s just that maybe… maybe we hoped it wasn’t. We so desperately wanted to believe the baby was his, ours, and not fruit of something we perhaps should’ve never done.”

Feeling both confused and slightly angered, Toji scowls.

“I can understand one thing—I was used. Fine, whatever. Nothing new. But the rest? If it was such a big issue your marriage, then why did you keep the baby? Surely Naoya considered getting an aborti—”

“Because I wanted to keep the baby.” You confess. “I was growing so desperate and lonely—to be married and yet be as isolated as I’ve never felt before, what was I supposed to do?! In a house full of people… do you even know how that feels?!”

“Like you wouldn’t imagine.”

Your eyes widen, and soon, a crushing wave of regret inundates your mind.

“I’m sorry.” You murmur, Toji sighs. “I didn’t mean to.”

“You’re just stressed.” He concludes. “Pregnancy stuff, I guess.”

“…I want my husband, here, with me.” You quietly admit. “I don’t want him to work anymore, spend days and weeks far away. But instead, he’s out there, angry with me and the baby…”

“He’ll come around.” Toji doesn’t know why he said that, only that he had to. You frown.

“How do you even know that? How do you know he won’t divorce me—or worse, cheat on me?”

“Do you hear yourself?” he scoffs, partially holding back his laughter. “Do you actually believe he’d be capable of cheating on you?”

A woman as special as you?

“Everyone else did at one point.” You remind him, he rolls his eyes. “Well, what else am I supposed to think after his absence?! He doesn’t even love me anymore for all I care!”

“That’s stupid.”

“Maybe for you it is.” You cry, tears begin to pool in your eyes. “It’s just a matter of time before he files for divorce and leaves me for someone else! Someone that can give him children of his own! Oh, I should’ve never allowed—"

“Naoya isn’t going to divorce you because I’ve seen how he treats you.” Toji interrupts, hurt by your blatant disregard of him, and yet, something about seeing you so distressed like this, heartbroken, makes him want to console you even more. “He could’ve divorced you the moment he saw the results, but he didn’t. Have you thought about that?”

“Perhaps he’s waiting for the right moment to humiliate me before his family—”

“Naoya loves you.” Toji says, and the words hurt him more than he anticipated. But… why? “I’ve known the kid since he was born—I’ve seen how he treats the people he doesn’t care about. And you’re nothing like that, not even close. So no, he won’t humiliate you.”

“And what makes you think that?”

Toji goes silent.

He’s acting as if he doesn’t know why he’s out here insisting so much on comforting you. And honestly? It made sense, for just a few hours ago he couldn’t care less any for a woman that played with two men and now had to pay the consequences—

But the truth wasn’t as cryptic as he liked to believe. All that he needed to do was dive a little deeper into his own thoughts and he’d soon find out why, as clear as day, he was fighting so hard to make you feel better.

And it all started the moment he accepted one crucial detail:

You were the mother of his child, his firstborn, and so… it unknowingly evoked a sense of protection towards you, deep underneath the layers of his disbelief and mockery…

Or more like further developed.

Since the first night the two spent together without Naoya, or perhaps even before, there was something brewing inside him, slowly, but surely. The first foundations of the feelings that would only flourish the night he had you alone, completely for himself.

In those moments of solitude, Toji liked to imagine that you were his wife; accompanying him underneath the covers, seeking his embrace, his touch, while telling him of your tedious day and how you so desperately looked forward to seeing him again—

And not Naoya.

The possibility of coming home to a warm bed, with a wife that treated him like an actual person, not a stain in the long history of the clan, contrary to the cold, empty room he has been condemned to since birth… is something he didn’t know he wanted, until you stumbled onto his path.

To be able to seek your figure whenever walking across the estate, hoping to catch you just around the corner, gossiping with your ladies about whatever it is that you liked to talk about with them, before you notice him by the corner of your eyes, lifting your gaze and seeing the lovely way your eyes would brighten at his presence—

A wide smile adorning your face, cheeks quickly turning red as you shyly dismiss your staff in favor of receiving him. Running to him to tightly embrace him, subsequently standing on your tip toes to land a kiss on his lips before murmuring the sweetest welcome home and tending to him.

And eventually… getting to hear your moving cries upon learning you’re expecting a baby. After many weeks of trying, both their efforts are finally met with the most beautiful reward life could give, letting your imagination run wild with all the things you wanted to do as a future mother—and yet, you’d still find a way to reassure him that he’d be a good dad.

That the disgrace of the Zen’in, the wretched man no one deemed respectable, less capable of harboring love, was still capable of being a good father. A caring husband.

…

But this was nothing but a silly desire of his, a response to the horrible things he’s endured.

…Perhaps if things had been different, had he been born as literally anyone else but himself… or maybe even met you under different circumstances, his life would’ve been completely different.

One with you, hopefully.

“Toji!” you suddenly gasp, startling him and concernedly looking at you.

“What is it now?” he frowns.

“The baby.” You say, which does nothing to ease his worries. “It’s—”

“It’s what? What’s happening??”

“The baby is kicking.” You reveal, swiftly taking his hand and placing it over your round stomach and onto the area you feel their kicks to be. “I can’t—I can’t believe it, look!”

“What do you mean they’re—”

Toji’s eyes widen.

A kick.

And another. And another one.

You weren’t lying, the baby was kicking.

And unbeknownst to him, this was their first time doing it too.

“Can you feel that?” you say, and all past worries were now replaced with excitement and overwhelming happiness for this special moment. “The baby is finally kicking!”

“I… can.” He demurs, trying his best to comprehend what was happening just beneath his palm, before noting the peculiarity of your sentence. “What do you mean finally?”

“It’s the first time he does it.” You reveal. “It’s supposed to happen around this time, but I didn’t know when, of course. I guess… now’s the day.”

“That means…”

Naoya didn’t get the privilege of feeling the baby’s first kicks.

No.

Not any baby.

His baby.

And now that this truth settled in his mind, it quickly became the sweetest moment he had ever experienced in his life. Something he wishes to preserve for all eternity…

Just after dealing with the enormous sense of guilt and shame settling in his heart.

For how could he ever consider bestowing the same fate as his to this innocent child, just to get a rise of the family that wronged him? Towards someone whom he hasn’t even met… simply because he couldn’t deal with his own emotions?

Just when did he turn so despicable? Embracing the kind of malice as his clan?

He should be ashamed to even be beside you.

“It’s a boy.” You say, abruptly cutting through his thoughts.

“Huh?”

“The baby—it’s a boy.” You repeat. “We’re having a boy.”

Toji doesn’t know why, nor thought it possible, but the news somehow makes him feel even happier.

“A boy.” He repeats. “A son.”

“We haven’t decided a name yet” you confess. “I was thinking something in honor of Naoya, continue the tradition like him and his father.”

“Why not something for you?” Toji suggests instead; his concern might be disguised in favor of your emotions (and partially, he was) but it was mainly the distaste of having Naoya’s, or technically Noabito’s, name anywhere near him.

But he wasn’t going to tell you that, obviously.

“After the way he’s acting, you deserve that much.”

You press your lips together before lightly chuckling, finding some truth behind his words.

“I guess so… but then, which name?” you ponder, frowning as you go deep into thought, yet nothing seems to arise for the occasion, certainly not when you’ve done nothing but consider names with the same kanji as your husband whenever touching the subject.

Thinking you needed more time to consider, or perhaps needing to admit there was nothing else you wanted but honor your husband, you accept defeat with a sigh.

“I don’t know, Toji. Maybe I should just name him after Nao—”

“Megumi.”

“What?”

“Megumi. Blessing.” Toji explains. “I thought it’d be fitting with what you told me.”

“That’s… very straight forward.” You say after a few seconds of quiet consideration, “Unusual, since it’s mostly used as a girl’s name, and I don’t know if the elders would approve—”

“Look, if it’s that much of a problem you don’t have to use—” Never one to happily accept rejection, Toji quickly feels both embarrassed and frustrated by you, which he does not hesitate to let you know.

Only to be surprised yet again.

“But also, very sweet.” You smile, briefly looking up to him before glancing back to your stomach and onto your hand resting on top of his.

He blinks, perplexed by your sudden admittance—and such, all he can do is stare at you while you keep pouring your heart out.

“Even with the things I had to endure to have him here… he’s still my blessing, and I wouldn’t want him any other way.”

At your declaration, Toji is pushed down onto another turmoil of emotions.

It shouldn’t be that hard to conclude this is something he should isolate himself from.

Remember that he isn’t part of this marriage, no matter if he had permission of the other two involved, or how much he tries to convince himself—Understand that his blood means nothing, both inside and outside the clan, and that’s how it’ll always be.

But when your hand gently squeezes his for a moment, thumbs caressing his knuckles as you let him know your pains are slowly disappearing and how grateful you are for his help—all his worries are quickly discarded, allowing him to once again imagine live out this faux reality a bit longer.  

A happiness that comes from the notion of being your husband, simply enjoying a quiet afternoon, the refreshing spring breeze, while sitting by the engawa, in front of your favorite garden, trying to make up for all the time he spent away from you.

Time Toji knew he should’ve spent either way by trying to get close to you, see your growth firsthand, check on you from time to time, assist whenever possible— instead of plotting a stupid plan to ensure your and the baby’s downfall.

He reproached himself for having fallen for such an arrogant trap, and convinced himself this was the way to go.

Yet, he didn’t allow that thought to interfere much with the present. He shouldn’t either way—not with the lovely bumps of his son’s kicking against his hand, almost as if he recognized it was his father finally acknowledging him…

And certainly not with your warmth reminding him of what could’ve been.

A moment he’ll preserve in his memories for the rest of his days, because while relishing in your company, he had already made up his mind.

One that fitted with the idea that all good things must come to an end.

Especially those that are simply not meant to be, less for someone as disgraceful as him.

It hurt him to come to this conclusion. To acknowledge what his mind, and existenceconstantly reminded him about.

But he knew he had to do it.

From that point forward, he’ll do everything in his power to keep away from you.

Toji would no longer watch you from afar, nor ask for your whereabouts, whether directly or indirectly.

He’ll simply limit himself to hearing of your wellbeing, or how your relationship began to flourish yet again, through rumors of the staff, if he was ever around the estate to acknowledge them.

He was right when he said Naoya would come along, you know? He might be wrong in some things, or most, but when it comes to judging other’s character, Toji never misses.

It was nothing but obvious that Naoya loved you very much, after all, if he no longer wanted to know anything from you, you wouldn’t have lasted as long as you did.

Naoya kept you at the estate, fed, warm, tended for, because he loved you—to the point of going against his own clan to provide you with the much-needed assistance you required for your oscillating pains.

With such gestures, it shouldn’t come to him as a surprise that you also loved Naoya very much.

And yet, it hurt him to realize such a thing.

But who was he trying to fool?

At the end, he had always knew he had no place in that marriage. No matter how much he tried to convince himself that the reason you kept returning to him was because you wanted something more from him—it was never the truth to begin with:

Your mind was always in Naoya’s wellbeing, and in his love.

He was ultimately a step towards your goals. Whether for pleasure, or for something deeper, it didn’t matter—they all went to the same target.

So, when he hears from the gossiping staff that you’ve named your child Megumi, he doesn’t get his hope ups anymore.

Instead, Toji simply takes it as what it is: a way to thank him for the blessing he’s given you, honor him one last time, before cutting ties with him forever.

Because the moment anyone catches wind of his relationship to your son… everything will collapse, and that is something he is no longer willing to allow.

Thus, he stays away. Keeps his distance from you and Naoya as both continue to tend for their growing family, giving Megumi things he had only dreamed of getting:

A warm, cozy bed to sleep in, where he’d be able to dream about all kinds of things he’d like to do when the following day arrives.

A roof over his head, guarding him from the cold pours of the rain, or the burning rays of the sun, as he watches the world go by.

Food to fill his stomach, every day, whenever and whatever he wanted, ensuring his healthy growth or an occasional craving.

A set future that would reassure him of any misgivings, permitting him to fail and not worry if he’ll have anyone to back him up, or start from zero.

But most importantly—

Love.

To remind him that no matter what happens, whatever he does or doesn’t do, he’ll always have a family to support him just the way he is.

…

…

…

Yeah.

It’s clear to him now.

It had always been better this way.

In other words, Toji disappears from your and Naoya's life to ensure your safety. Woaaah. I hope I was able to convey that kind of sad redemption (?)

Also, I was debating whether to actually name the baby Megumi or not, since it's a whole other character—but then I thought, why not? and thus this happened.

I guess we get to the conclusion that if there's one person that's most deprived (and in need) of love, it would be Toji. We all saw how he got after mamaguro died... so I think him doing an 180 to protect the mother of his child and son is 100% accurate and sad omg. jesus, how different from the Toji I portrayed in the previous oneshot.

Anyways, I hope it was to your liking :3 Thank you for sending in this ask, I really enjoyed writing it!

Take care, and hope to see you soon ❤️❤️

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[stqr-grl]

╭﹕🍒｡♡・more than a friend

୨୧⸝⸝﹕synopsis — you loved your boyfriend but you seemingly loved your ‘friend’ kurona a little bit more.﹐

୨୧⸝⸝﹕warnings — f!reader, infidelity[reader cheats on their boyfriend w kurona], weed usage[reader and kurona are both high, dw], unprotected vaginal sex, reader answers the phone while getting bent, reader’s boyfriend walks in at the end, not proofread, v messy, all characters are depicted at 18+!﹐

୨୧⸝⸝﹕wc — 1k.﹐

୨୧⸝⸝﹕notes — this is js absolute brain barf but i had to write even a little smth for kurona i simply cannot get him out my head !﹐

you met best friend, kurona, a few years back in your high school chemistry class which is right around the time you started dating your now long term boyfriend, teru.

kurona wasn’t sociable by any means but you still took it upon yourself to initiate conversation with him — which surprisingly went well.

conversation between the two of you flowed easily once you got pass the initial awkward introductions, kurona cracking jokes and telling you about his aspiring soccer career while you sat pretty and listened to all he had to say despite knowing nothing about the sport.

it was after that one day in class together that you two decided to continue what you had going, forming a tight friendship with one another.

but soon after you graduated high school and entered college with your best friend and boyfriend by your side things got a bit more complicated…despite only being friends you found yourself not being able to get kurona out your mind no matter where you were or what you were doing.

weather you’d be simply walking to your classes, doing the dishes, or even being in bed with teru present a thought of him would pop into the forefront of your mind; thinking of his cute sharp toothed smile that he’d send your way when you laughed at a joke he made, or the way his eyes would light up when he’d see you in the stands to watch him practice.

you had feelings for ranze, you knew you had feelings for him and you felt awful about it, really. you tried to trick yourself into thinking that all your love was still saved for teru but in reality you knew it wasn’t. it was his passion that shifted all your life to to kurona. who when out of his shell could be fun and excitable, passionate and energized by the adrenaline given to him by his sport, always looking so determined for a win, all whilst looking effortlessly pretty in the process.

even now looking at him now sprawled out on your bed, legs tangled with yours and dressed in his sweaty soccer uniform he looked gorgeous; eyes half lidded and bloodshot from the weed he smoked a few minutes prior, his pink tinted lips slightly agape, his sharp shark-like teeth being slightly exposed.

“kurona,” you blurt out, voice laced with something unreadable to the pink hair boy who slowly shifted his gaze to you, an eyebrow cocked up. “i think i like you.”

the lazy look of surprise on his face scares you. “oh?” he sits up, leaning towards you, head tilted like a cats, “well, i think i wanna kiss you.” your breath hitched as he muttered the words against your lips. “well if that’s the case then maybe you should kiss me.”

a sly smile grows on his face as he closes the gap between you two, the kiss is hot — messy and full of need, tongues nicely dancing together as kurona’s hands began to roam as if unsure where to put them.

it all feels so surreal to you- to have kurona on top of you, hands traveling your body gently moving to your shorts that we’re riding up your plush thighs, the sweet fragrance of your perfume filling his nose as he breathed you in. it all felt like absolute heaven despite how wrong it all was.

a shaky breath escapes his lips when he pulls away from you, tracking your expressions. the look on your face —eyes starry and red, lips swollen from all the kissing— could make him cum on the spot, the sight of you alone making his own shorts feel much tighter than before.

“gah, y’so pretty, angel. i want more of you, need more of you,” groaning at the restraint of his shorts. “need you too,” you gasp, reaching down and lifting your body off the dip of the mattress, shimmying out of your shorts and underwear, tossing the two pieces of fabric aside and spreading your glistening folds before him.

if his face want red before then it definitely was now- seeing your sopping wet cunt almost him made whimper with need as he pulled his throbbing cock from his shorts, small globs of pre running from the leaking head, stroking the base. “ah, look at that pretty p’sy all soaked from a few kisses.” he rasps, voice full of lust as he rubs the angry tip of his cock against your wet folds, ripping a small whine from you. “ah– kurona, don’t tease.”

kurona leans down pressing a gentle kiss to your temple as he slides himself into your wet, doughy walls. a high pitched mewl escapes your throat at the burning stretch of his cock.

as soon as he bottoms out inside you he lets out a whiney moan of his own and the constriction your heat has against his shaft.

pushing the tip of his cock in, he’s hisses at the constriction of your doughy walls, head dipping down to your shoulder, teeth gently digging into the flesh to keep the whiny moans from bubbling out of his chest.

“oh fu-uuuk, pretty thing– feels so good.” he whines, head dipping down to the crook of your neck, teeth digging into the flesh as he paused for a moment.

kurona begins with a steady pace, thrusts long and slow as he struggles to move in and out of your cunt. a series of mains flows out of you as your phone begins ringing — it was teru. what the hell were you supposed to do? was he on his way back from the store? obviously you could just ignore it but-

“pick it up,” kurona huffed, “answer the phone and let him hear who’s splitting you open on their cock.” you bite down on your lower lip as you pick up the phone, placing it on speaker for your friend to hear.

“h-hello?” you choked, kurona deliberately picking up his pace making you gasp and slap a hand over your mouth. “love, hi, is everything okay? you sound kind of… breathless?” teru questioned, concern laced in his voice.

an airy giggle leaves kurona’s mouth at teru’s words. as he continues the ruthless rut of his hips into yours, making your eyes roll back and drool run from the corner of your mouth.

“oh yeah i’m– ah! shit. i’m okay, just–“ you pause, receiving a sloppy kiss from your friend as you spoke. “just got done doing some dances with ‘rona..” you rasp, feeling the pink haired male’s cock press against the spot inside you that made you crumble, a blatant moan escaping your lips as you slap your hand back over your mouth. the other end of the phone goes eerily silent, the final words you hear from your boyfriend being “i’m in my way home” before the call cut.

“shiiit, he’s comin’ back,” you moan out, gripping the sheets, back arching off the bed. “gotta make this quick.” kurona moves his head down to your throbbing clit, slightly calloused fingers rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerve, making you cry out once more.

“c’mon pretty, cum for me, let me see you cum in my cock.” he whispers, his hips shuddering as he speaks, growing close to his own high- but that’s when you both hear it; loud, angry footsteps headed towards your room — it was teru.

almost as if one instinct the knot that’s been growing in your stomach for the past 5 minutes finally snaps as you cream around kurona’s cock, a white ring forming around it as he continues his sloppy thrusts before pairing your gummy insides white just as the door opens.

2023 ©stqr-grl

#╭❕﹕ ˚₊ sealed #╭🤍﹕ ˚₊ love kurona #i love kurona so much i can’t get him out my silly head #this is so messy i’m so sry #kurona ranze #kurona ranze x reader #kurona x reader #kurona x reader smut #bllk kurona #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x reader

[tripleglitchwriting]

Ignition (Short 1)

CW: mostly fluff, mentions of war (both human and cybertronian)

Because I accidentally set the poll to a week rather than a day, I’m going to bridge the gap with a short story.

This is set shortly after part 4 because I like writing dialogue.

After the initial heart attack that was the last 48 hours or so, you began to feel more comfortable with this giant alien. He was kind, which was something you figured out after he saved your life, and he assured you he wasn’t going to kill you.

Now you were cupped in his hands while he walked back to this pod of his.

“So, what’s this pod thing we’re going to? Is it like a space ship?”

“Escape pod.” Ratchet remembered the crash. Well, he remembered what he could of it. Suddenly an old worry popped into his head.

“Right, right, escape pod.”

“Your injury, it wasn’t from… the crash, was it?”

“Oh, no, I fell down a cliff. It sounds stupid when I say it out loud.” Ratchet stifled an ex-vent of relief. “I was on a hike but I got lost, and then I started to panic because I don’t know how to survive in the wild, and then I panicked too hard and tripped in the worst spot imaginable.”

“You went out into an unknown area with no experience on how to survive there or any contingency plan if things went wrong?” He said with a mix of worry and vague frustration.

“Well there was a path… but there was also cool flowers off the path, and then I saw a rare bird, and then the path was gone. I really don’t know why I thought it would be a good idea to come out here, I should have known better. I was doing fine at home I just… I don’t know.”

“Does your kind usually do things like this?”

“No, not really. Just me.”

“I see. Are you… no offense, but are you the dominant species on this planet?”

“What? I mean, I guess, we’re the only ones that can talk and all. That we know of. Actually, it would probably be a shock to the world if they found out about you. Knowing us we’d probably start attacking or something.”

“Attack? Why would you do that?”

“Well, I mean, I wouldn’t, but I’ve taken enough history classes to know as a whole we can be… violent. I hope no one else saw you crash, things could get nasty if they see you as a threat.”

“Thats… quite primitive.”

“Oh, gee thanks.”

“No offense.”

“Probably should have led with that.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.” Ratchet hummed to himself for a second, and then he began to think out loud. “If they do find me at least I’ll be able to get away…”

“What makes you think that?”

“Well- I- I wouldn’t think your technology is exactly…”

“Not up to par with your superior standards? Well don’t worry about that. We have weapons that can wipe out the world in a span of hours. Every country has their hand over the big red launch button, and if they see you as too much to handle, somebody is going to get blown up.”

“What? That’s- that’s crazy! You mean to say your leaders would sacrifice… how ever many there are of you in a given area just to take me out?”

“They probably wouldn’t do straight to the nuclear option for one of you, but if there were more and they were killing people, then probably yeah. If things work like they do in the movies that is.” Ratchet paused, about to make some snide remark about the primitive violence of the human race, but he stopped when he remembered the history of his own people.

“…I’ll keep myself hidden then.”

“Oh, um, good. I wasn’t really expecting you to accept that so fast.”

“If my own history were any different I might not have.” He sank deeper into thought. “Doe, is there a medical station anywhere near here I can drop you off at?”

“Wait, I thought we were going to your pod?”

“We are, I just… I got caught up in healing you and… look, I’ll be honest, I don’t want you to get hurt. How many of you are there on this planet?”

“I- I don’t know, 7, maybe 8 billion?”

“Billio- scrap.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“It’s fine, it’s nothing. Let’s just… talk about something else.”

“Well, alright I guess.” After you said that, both you and Ratchet stayed silent for an agonizingly awkward minute. You felt the sway of him walking waft through your entire body, a feeling you haven’t even began to get used to. He seemed largely unaware of this, at least to your knowledge, and instead looked forward with a serious expression.

“How about we talk about… the weather. It certainly is sunny today! And there are… uh, a couple clouds… wait, no that’s just a weird tree.”

“You aren’t great at small talk.”

“How about you try then?”

“…no.”

“Oh I see how it is. Fine, you’ll just have to deal with my terrible communication skills.” You took a deep breath, preparing to go on a rant about whatever was on your mind.

“Oh please don’t.”

“Unless you’re going to say something I will.”

“Alright, alright. What do you want me to talk about?”

“That’s up to you, conversation expert.” You smiled smugly up at him. He huffed in return.

For the next five minutes he talked about his life up to this point. His friends, his enemies, glossing over assumedly painful details. In your mind a picture started to form about all of this. He wasn’t just an alien, he was a person. A person with real relationships, real love and loss, real war, real family. You felt silly having not seen it before.

A friend. You’d like to think that’s what you were now, though it was tough to tell based on the way he acted. You wondered who all of his other friends could be, where they were, and you even went as far as to silently wish them well.

Arriving back at the pod, hopping off the hand of a giant alien that saved you from dying the woods, you realized this may have been more than you bargained for.

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[oh-saints]

rough

erling is a very competitive guy, which means he hates it when he loses to someone else. which leads to why he’s currently fuming at the sight of you, his ex-girlfriend, enjoying the night with his new teammates. which leads to why he can’t wait to show you that you belong to him.

erling haaland x you

tw: dirty, dirty sex (hate sex; rough handling; bit of degrading kink; mentions of sex tape/taping kink)

wc: 2.1k

prompts: “protective erling” + “rough sex tape”

note: a highly coveted request coming out from the vault as the next post for smut week! sorry i fell asleep last night lolol & this is based on two asks here! pls bear in mind this is 18+ content therefore minors DNI! but as usual, I happen to write at dawn so it’s not beta-read yet.

“you need to relax, big guy.”

oh, if only he could… jack didn’t know how much erling had been wanting—no, needing—to relax throughout the party his club was throwing for their latest success.

but how could he relax when you showed up like a goddess sent by zeus to seduce every single human who possessed desire in this earthly realm? who invited you?

as far as erling’s knowledge goes, you didn’t know anyone in Manchester. it was probably one of the reasons why he picked the sky blue jersey instead of other offers when he decided to move on from his old life in Dortmund. when he decided to move on from you.

when he decided to forget the fact you broke his fragile heart big time.

but seeing you again, in flesh and blood this time, after almost a year, enticed all these forbidden feelings he was supposed to supress. he wasn’t supposed to feel the longing, he wasn’t supposed to miss you, he wasn’t supposed to want you again.

it should be forbidden too, the sight of your wearing a little black dress like that. so little that erling was sure everyone could’ve seen your panties if you were bent over a desk. thinking about the possibility really boiled the temperature of his blood.

so erling didn’t waste any more time to cut off the interaction between you and his teammates. you looked up because he was rude, your teammates looked up because they didn’t know you both knew each other.

“we’re going home.”

and before you could protest, he’d hauled you off his shoulder—without compromising your underwear, of course—and you were both outside of the club in less than a minute, thanks to his extremely long legs. you were too dizzy to figure out the upside down of your vision to even launch a protest to him, you had to wonder how the girls on those movies made it easy.

your buzzing head didn’t help you to digest the reality faster. all the sudden, erling opened the side of your door, waiting for you to come out rather impatiently, judging from the clicking of his shoes. so you pushed your featherlight body up to meet the giant’s eyes because you knew better than to test his patience, despite the months apart and despite the fact that you wanted to be mad at him for cutting short your temporary escapade.

“you got me home, erling,” you groaned as you noticed he was still following your tail. the last thing you wanted tonight was a giant intruding your home. “now go home.”

but he didn’t budge, for whatever reason. he didn’t even respond to your order and kept his distance behind you silently. he only cut down the Atlantic between you two when you were struggling with your keys, grabbing them and initiated to unlock the door.

still in silence, though.

with your questionable sanity, you couldn’t figure out if he was silent because he wanted to get this done and over with—getting you home, that is—or he was silent because he was angry with your slow motion. you could only hope the former because you shared the same sentiment.

you were about to say thank you as well as bidding him goodbye on your door step when he pushed you inside of your sanctuary. you wanted to bark at him for somehow barging in but he went straight for the fridge, fetching you a carton of milk and a glass of water.

“what erling haaland wants, erling haaland gets, huh?” you couldn’t stop the venom from your mouth, and you decided that it was a better response than to lash out at him. “what else can I get you?”

you were always a goody-two-shoes girl, you were the water to his fire… well, at least until you dropped a nuclear bomb in his head when you broke up with him out of nowhere without a single justification given to him. and now you were pouring him a sarcasm? the norwegian certainly didn’t appreciate the tone, at all.

erling didn’t hesitate to grab you by the jaw, rather harshly, when you approached him. he knew you were playing with fire by coming to him, testing his sanity that was barely hanging on the thread, and he saw that defiance in your eyes.

and it clicked on him.

you were purposefully trying to evoke his anger by coming into the party unannounced.

fuck your link—he’d bury whoever that was, but later when he was done with you. if there was one thing he hated than you possessing no more manner was that he hated anyone else looking at you like a pray, knowing you intentionally provoked them. back when you were a couple, you used to do it to prove you had no eyes but for erling and erling haaland only, but now…

the fire was still burning in your eyes, matching his fiery ones. while you were accustomed with his jealousy heat, the sight was rather new for erling.

while your eyes were sparkling with a rebellion tint, your entire posture was limp and powerless against his strong hold. how could someone so fierce, so… disobedient be so submissive and helpless in his hands? but as they said, new is always better. and god was he lying when you were sexier this way.

and to know that erling was the only one who could turn her into this vixen version of you?

fuck your link—he’d bury himself in you first for now.

erling didn’t waste any more time to dive into your lips, sealing them in a ruthless kiss that demanded your further obedience. but of course you didn’t give up to the point you could feel your teeth, your tongues, all clashed in the battle that was taking place inside the cavern of your mouth. not even a single space for you to catch your breath before he stole them away, probably as his ammo to keep your defences down.

the oral exchange was so hot that your body was slowly burning—from the heat of his body, his hands more over that you had to shed your clothes the moment he’d touched you there, everywhere. and before you could realise it, you were both standing naked at your kitchen. amazing you could do that in record time and record pace, considering your lips were still interlocked, keys to the locks were probably lost in the sea of pleasure by now.

erling pulled you by the nape of your neck, and you had to tiptoe your feet as you followed suit. the imbalance was utilised by erling to turn you around, folding your arms behind your back while his other hand was holding you in place by the throat. you could see your nipple rigid already by the mirror placed on your living room, and god you had never felt so sexy than at that point.

he dipped his head down, grazing dangerously lightly against the shell of your ears. you could feel his breaths—deep, slow, yet erratic breaths—brushing the soft bone before biting them gently, his tongue swirled the boneless lobules like it was a sour candy.

“enjoying this?”

but before you could answer that, the hand on your throat suddenly went away, only to comeback to slap one of your breasts, just right on top of your puckering nipple. you didn’t bother hiding your gasp at the sensation—the overwhelming sensation of having him everywhere without a way out. at least until erling was done with you.

“I’m sure you do, schnuppa,” erling’s teeth were now grazing the sides of your neck, down to your collarbone. “this is what a slut wants, no?”

like before, you didn’t have a moment to answer him before the same hand slapped your other breast. the sound was so crisp you couldn’t help but feel sinful if you wanted more. but erling was in a sinful mood so he alternated in landing you some blows between your boobs. left, right, right, left for countless times you forgot to count at this point.

so wrong of you, though, to miss the counting. because erling would always ask.

“how many times now?”

and of course, erling would always punish you whenever you struck the wrong number. his hand immediately went to smack your throbbing clit, even opening your mound to find the clitoris and spank the bud gently with his free fingers. how he did it—you didn’t know. heck, you didn’t think your brain could process so much information and sensation and emotions simultaneously like that.

“what would those boys think if they heard you making a mess on my hand like this, huh?”

erling’s mouth was back ghosting your ear, the other pair this time but the insane sensation was still the same. your folded hands were now placed against the kitchen counter before you were told to spread your legs so the hand that was staying on top of your pleasure central could have more access to you—to tease you, to play you, to fuck you.

“I’m sure they’d hate it, hmm?” you moaned so loud when erling pushed his cock gently on your back, you could feel the standing shaft between your butt cheeks. “they’d better be because this belongs to me,”

you didn’t bother to mask your wailing when he pressed his digits inside you, while his thumb remained tickling your clit and the budding bud. “fuck, erling!”

“oh I’m fucking you, baby,” you swore erling’s fingers were orchestrating in and out of you slower than Mozart and Beethoven’s slowest composition combined. “but tell me first, whose this pretty cunt of yours belongs to?”

you truthfully didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, and sensing this, erling immediately switched his pace into a mindfucking fast one. so fast you could hear yourself drenching his hand so disgustingly sexy, your wetness swiftly cascading down your inner thighs, and you could feel your legs slightly trembling. a sign you were this close to the edge.

but of course erling pulled out. he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction too.

you groaned in desperation, your legs had to be pressed closely against one another so you didn’t lose the last bit of your energy left. you were so focused on gaining back your vision due to the earth-shattering sensation that you didn’t realise erling had set up his phone somewhere that could catch the sight of you both fucking like rabbits, just like he planned to.

you gasped dirtily as erling pulled your hips towards his cock, telling you silently to get ready for what was coming. “who do you belong to, schnuppa?”

erling knew you were not giving in that easily so he pushed the tip of his cock lightly at first. like a prediction, you moaned at the sensation—because god damn it, it’s been a long while since someone entered you and the last person was erling months ago—but moaned even louder when erling pulled his shaft out. the giant repeated the motion and the question again at the same time, and you replayed your dirty whines like a broken record.

erling had to applaud your tenacity for not backing down. this new version of you was surely a challenge he’d love to conquer. but he knew you were nothing but empty threats at the end of the day.

his smirk grew wider as you whimpered pathetically, “yours, erling. it’s yours, fuck!”

“there we go,” erling finally thrusted into you, and he groaned inwardly because no matter how much he denied you, it was the best feeling to be buried inside of you. “god, you feel so fucking good. I bet the boys can only shit themselves when they see this video of us.”

you could only hope erling was kidding about the video because there was no way you could hold your head high anymore if they’d seen you cum for five times in five different positions.

#oh-saints writes #oh-saints writes requests #erling haaland #erling haaland smut #erling haaland x you #erling haaland imagines #erling haaland one shot #erling haaland blurbs #erling haaland drabbles #erling haalad fics #footie fics #footballer x you #erling haaland fanfic

[nogenderbee]

Hi! I don't know if you still do fluff alphabet, but if you still can you please write C, J, K, and W for reo, bachira, and chigiri??🥺

Hello! Of course! Sorry if it's a bit ooc (I had too long break form writing and Blue Lock I think-)... But I still hope it's alright and that you'll somehow like it!

Bachira, Chigiri, Reo C, J, K, W fluff alphabet

TagList: @miya-akane

⊱ Cuddles ═ How does their cuddles feel? How often they initiate them? And how long do they like to cuddle?

Bachira is actually pretty clingy! He initiates simple hugs almost all the time so cuddles happen at least once per day among you two.

Despite that, he usually leaves cuddles when you two are alone or in less crowded place. But if you happen to be a bit grumpy, he'll cling onto your side as if his life depends on it.

His cuddles are never short too... he always stays cuddled into you for at least two hours! And if you two cuddle evening or later, be prepared that he may not let go of you at all.

"One more minute! It's not like it's gonna kill you... surely you can cuddle your boyfriend for a bit longer!"

⊱ Jealousy ═ What makes them jealous? How easy it is to make them jealous? And how do they act?

Bachira gets jealous surprisingly easily. It's enough for some boy to compliment you and he's already having second thoughts...

But he doesn't really show his concerns by being aggressive, sad or so. First change in his behavior is him trying to get your attention more often than usually. He'll use smallest excuse just to get your attention off someone who's trying to hit on you and moce it onto him.

If that doesn't work, he might just wrap his arms around your waist or neck and hold you so close you may not even be able to breath at some point...

"Y/N! Catch! Oh c'mon! I know your reaction is faster! Let's move on, so I can finally show you those tricks I promised."

⊱ Kisses ═ How does their kisses feel like? How often do they initiate them?

Bachira kisses are always messy but full of love at the same time. He's usually quick with kissing you, trying to catch you by surprise.

He initiates them rather often but like mentioned above, he likes to choose most unexpected moments to see your surprised expression!

But he has his loving kisses as well! They usually happen when he's tired or when you two are just snuggled into each other. Then he'll place soft yet a bit quick kiss on your lips. Those type of kisses are extremely rare with him but that what makes them special! And you always know that he does it to show you how much he loves you.

"Look at you! It's so cute how surprised you get, even after so much time!"

⊱ Wedding ═ How do they want their wedding to look like?

Bachira's explanation for approaching this topic is that 'his monster was thinking...' or so. But he only mentions it when you ask when it came from, he'll actually be really blunt about it.

But besides that, as unique as he can be sometimes, he'd like for his wedding to be classic! Most likely he'd prefer for it to be somewhere outside tho... But he'll make sure to add some interesting games to make this wedding a bit more memorable for not only you but also the guests there!

"And then... we can play classic game of chairs, but the looser gets splashes with water! Think how memorable it'd be!"

⊱ Cuddles ═ How does their cuddles feel? How often they initiate them? And how long do they like to cuddle?

Chigiri doesn't initiate cuddles often but when he does, they're always happening in private. They're like his way of telling you to take a break and that he's there to help you with whatever you're carrying on your shoulders currently.

He usually let's you have your head on his chest or shoulder, depending on your height difference, as he rubs your back in comforting circles. His point is for you to take a break and relax yourself. But if you happen to fall asleep on him, he won't complain! It's a cute act and you're taking a break anyway.

He doesn't really have comfortable time... sometimes your cuddles last 10 minutes and sometimes they last even more than 6 hours. It mostly depends if you fall asleep or not but also on the time you lastly cuddled and how needy he feels that day. If you don't fall asleep, it usually doesn't get above half an hour.

"Here, rest your head on my shoulder. I promise to keep you safe so just take the rest you deserve, please."

⊱ Jealousy ═ What makes them jealous? How easy it is to make them jealous? And how do they act?

Chigiri doesn't show how easily bothered he gets. He's being caucious when a boy comes up to you to ask for directions but won't show it and will smile whenever you look at him.

But he won't accept when someone is clearly hitting on you in front of him. He'll do his best to stop the chat as soon as possible and get you away from whoever came up to you. But he won't use excuse or anything like that, he just says it's time to leave.

After that situation, he usually goes back to his usual self but he may try to hold your hand a bit more often for an hour or so.

"Let's go, love. I think it's time for us to move on finally."

⊱ Kisses ═ How does their kisses feel like? How often do they initiate them?

Chigiri's kisses are a bit similiar to his cuddles, both are affectionate and special. These are also happening usually in private but there's a chance for him to give tou a small kiss on hand or on cheek if you either were apart for quite some time or if one of you achieved something they're proud of.

But let's focus on kisses in private! He likes to take his time, making them slow and passionate to show how much love for you he has.

He's also the type to hold your chin gently or caress your cheek when you're kissing just to show some additional affection!

"Great job. I promise to make this kiss a bit more proper next time we're in private."

⊱ Wedding ═ How do they want their wedding to look like?

Chigiri would want his wedding to be a classic one, he doesn't really look for any ways to make it unique. He thinks memories can make it unique by themselves and he's absolutely sure it'll happen when he has you on his side.

But if you have some spectacular ideas, he can't really say no to them! He won't force you to have classic wedding at the church, that is his preference but he'll listen to whatever you have in mind and either go with your version or compromise!

"I don't feel the need to make it spectacular. You'll already have all eyes on you when you wear wedding dress or suit, I'm sure of it."

⊱ Cuddles ═ How does their cuddles feel? How often they initiate them? And how long do they like to cuddle?

Reo's cuddles are usually either comfy or really close, depending how the two of you feel. If it's normal day, he'll rest his arms on your back and relax after long day. But if one feels a bit clingy, you most likely don't have free space between each other. You can literally feel warmth of your bodies but it's still really comforting!

Comfy hugs happen at least every day! They occure not only in private but also in public sometimes. Although close hugs are ones that are only shared in private since those are special to him, so they are also more rare. Like said before, it depends of your mood but usually it's at least once or twice a week.

As for how long... his comfort time is around 2-3 hours. If it goes beyond, he might just get a bit tired and he doesn't really want to fall asleep on you. But if it's really short, he'll feel like he didn't got enough of that but won't force you to anything either.

"How about we cuddle? I admit, I was waiting for this for the whole day. It was rather stressful one..."

⊱ Jealousy ═ What makes them jealous? How easy it is to make them jealous? And how do they act?

Surprisingly Reo isn't much of a jealous type. He's more clingy but not actually much jealous. Of course, he can feel like that but he has a lot of trust towards you so you'd have to break it to make him feel so. But that'd require for you to flirt back or return the other persons pickup lines in any way which would not only make him jealous but also break his heart and that's something you wouldn't want... or do you-?

But if you're just oblivious and accidentally returned the flirting, it's other story. He knows you and he knows you didn't meant it but fear of loosing you begins to grow either way.

He's quick to end the conversation with excuse like "you need to go somewhere or you'll be late" and he talks with you about it when you have some more privacy. He won't get mad at you for that but will be more likely a bit down for some time.

"Did you not notice their flirting? They clearly thought you must return their feelings... but... you love me, right?"

⊱ Kisses ═ How does their kisses feel like? How often do they initiate them?

Reo's kisses are always soft, sweet and slow. He always puts all his love he has for you in one kiss which makes them usually be slightly longer than you could expect, but that makes them even more sweet!

As for how often he initiates them... they're often but he has limit per day. He doesn't want to be a bit too much for you but he also wants you to remember he loves you in every time of day. But he'll initiate kisses more often and longer in private rather than in public.

"I want to make sure you won't forget how much I actually love you and care for you."

⊱ Wedding ═ How do they want their wedding to look like?

Reo definitely wants your wedding to be unforgettable and the price doesn't really matter to him. He definitely won't have problems with giving you money for dress or anything, as long as you're happy with your choice! Of course he makes himself look handsome too!

But he'll try going for a mostly white aesthetic with the wedding room. He probably wants to throw a big party but only among family and close friends! But if you want something more calmer and even more bigger... he'll definitely try satisfying both of you!

"I already thought of few friends I could invite... I know we have a lot of time but I'm just really curious to see you in a wedding dress..."

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[lesbianpraetor]

Extra Extra Initial thoughts about Furiosa now in bullet point format Summary the movie made me want to write several essays about George Miller's brain, but also I wish somebody had rained him in just a little bit. Spoilers Ahead!

-It was super obvious that George Miller was trying to expand images that he couldn't show in the first (fourth?) movie. Speciallyyyyyyyyy the History Men, Miss Giddy in Fury Road was a character by herself, but now the archetype is well and truly established with a very specific cosplaying Saruman in the desert with tattoos vibe. Also showing in detail the other two citadels, showing the green place, showing the absolutely vile way that the wretched live, going in depth with the war boys million other things as well. I personally loved it and the picaresque sense it gave the movie.

-The citadel looked soooooo similar to Fury Road it was eerie, since everything else looked so different. But I think it made an important point about stagnation and how the men at the top will keep killing the world for as long as they possibly can only even changing their methods when forced to.

-There's a whole extra movie in the vault about how exactly the wives that were there ended up disappearing. how the politics of it changed from women desperately trying to stay there to have the high life to five women deeply committed to their own liberation (with little Cheedo being the only detractor in retrospect when she is spooked by the wider world). I feel like there is a whole lit fic novel in there about them reaching a breaking point. Maybe a situation where Joe throws out all of them and only keeps the very very best because I counted a whole 11 woman in that vault, maybe the Wives from Fury Road are kidnapped all since wretched woman would not be able to give birth without any deformities? Is Angharad that inspiring? I don't think it's the first one because the fact that woman that chose to be there then decided they didn't want to live as things is much more powerful

-the other extra movie is how exactly Furiosa befriended the wives since she actually didn't spend that much time in the vault itself. I did feel it weakened my favourite reading of Fury Road a little bit, but oh well that always happens with new instalments.

-Talking about Furiosa I'm actually so deeply sad that they casted Anya Taylor Joy for this, not even because she did a bad job, although I think Young Furiosa did a much better job, but because I have watched Queens Gambit so many times that her mere presence made me think about the movie in Doylist terms. She also just seems too Holywood? I don't know there was something about her face that made me think that she was CGIed it was too smooth. Did she even shave her head? I felt Furiosa would not have let it grow out in between escaping the vault and joining the war rig crew, and don't tell me she couldn't, everyone else had short hair Praetor Jack had a nice salon haircut. But the acting itself was good! I actually think it was an effects and direction issue.

-Since we are talking about casting Chris Hemsworth did work for me and I'm questioning if I'm having internalized misogyny about him working better than Taylor. Maybe it was the copious amounts of beard, or that he wasn't the main character but I could really inmerse myself in his character and his parallels to not Furiosa, he was a fucking lying piece of shit about that, but to Immortan Joe. Can't quite articulate waht it was exactly but I think it hit whatever Miller was trying to hit with him. Although my favourite casting was the people I didn't know from anywhere, specially Mary Jo Bassa and the Biker Crew. Burn down the media establishment where we even see actors outside of their characters, it ruins the movies.

-Most viscerally hated character from that movie was the organic mechanic though, instant visceral disgust coupled with professional disdain at this point. You are trying to tell me you couldn't even try to steam the bleeding of the man's throat? you are trying to tell me you are giving birth on the floor like a fucking amateur? he probably didn't even know the anatomy necessary to start trying to close a neck wound. And it's cannon now that he didn't create either Immortan Joe's or Rictus breathing apparatus, because they already had them before the prisoner exchange. Absolute charlatan, no this has nothing to do with me still being pissed as hell as to how he treated Angharad what are you talking about? There's one man in the movie that instantly made me think in Watsonian terms I hate his guts so much.

-And in general I felt the hypocrisy of even the men trying to be kind to Furiosa much more keenly in this movie, which is to say that I did like Praetorian Jack as the pinnacle of the archetypical road warrior and parallels to Max are very interesting and I adored how it created even more parallels to Furiosa and Max's character development in the two movies. But, I don't know, there's something about how he carried himself with Furiosa that rubs me the wrong way I just can't quite place how, might need a rewatch. Anyway Furiosa's crush on him that honestly seemed pretty unrequited from his part was fun, although I hope people don't make it the most important part of the movie (it honestly reminding me of Cheedo and the Dag, they even had a similar was it a stolen kiss moment? but I digress, the parallels between him and Max were much more interesting)

-Back to the topic of the wives there was a moment in the beggining when Mary Jobasa didn't kill the woman who claimed to be a mother and then she betrayed her, which both shows the kind nature of the green place, how it really doesn't work like that in the wasteland and how exactly the vuvalini might have been so diminished in numbers. But my favourite part about this scene was when she said "I'm not to blame" that had to be on purpose because I wanted to shout at the screen " THEN WHO KILLED THE WORLD?" so bad. The fate of the world really hinges on the simplest choices since without that little bit of snitching they just get to go home.

-Honestly just Mary Jo Bassa appreciation, she died on the third day but damn what impressive three days. If I write fic it's going to be about her and Furiosa's other mother, who made the movie pass my personal Bechdel Test with the true purpose of the original Bechdel test, to woman talk to each other in a way that let's you see the Lesbianism in their eyes.

-The scenery of the green place definitely deserves a mention as well, it felt so tiny! it felt so different from everything else of course, they didn't linger to preserve both the runtime and the feeling of it being a place almost from Furiosas's dreams. But from space it felt tiny! the space shot of the outback with the most minuscle amount of green made it feel so deeply vulnerable, and the presence of the crows everywhere made me genuinely emotional. It did clearly have enough of everything to survive and for people to thrive and be super healthy, but it seemed like every millimeter was planned to the last detail to be of the best use.

-Honestly I think the relationship between Furiosa and her mother was the beating heart of the movie, I definitely liked the first third more than anything, it felt the most like something new and fully immersed not only in the setting of Fury road but honestly more of Road Warrior in way?, I don't know closest I got to crying was at Mary's death and her little good girl when furiosa killed a man to protect their home was the cutest most uwu part of the movie. Not to mention revenge of her death is the entire point of the final confrontation.

-Also I have to mention Mr. Norton. Mr. Norton I'm free on saturday for tying up to a motorcycle, I'm sure everything you did was totally justified and also super hot, thank you for your dirty rabid woman duties it was fucking awesome how you shot a man and the quartered your former boss.

-Last comment before I forget, that scene where Jack was killed had impressive Hector vibes. Tied to the back of the chariot while hounds eat you and disfigure your corpse? More to add fuel to the fire of George Miller adoring archetypical images, and I do too no complaints, it was gut-wrenching when I realized what was going to happen. The Horde in general had a mixture of Greek Charioteers and Mongol horde I really loved it.

-Also their first fight scene together where they work seamlessly together and then Furiosa threatens his life? classic crazy wasteland, you and Max really were identical. It also cements my idea that the movie is Fury Road backwards, since Max threatened Furiosa's life first and then they seamlessly worked together. I'll have to find where all the beats parallel and how they fit together, to see if I'm right.

In Conclusion honestly excellent movie, I didn't leave with the deep emotions Fury Road made but how much it's making me think about it is deeply appreciated.

#Mad Max #Furiosa #Furiosa Spoilers

[berryhobii]

Hi there! First of all, I wanted to say how much I like your work!! As a black woman myself, its is so nice to see other women creating work that represents us and is so well written!

I saw you are accepting requests, and I wanted to ask if you could write about how the LateForWork!Couple met. Like how everything progressed and they fell in love with each other.

Thank you in advance and keep up with the amazing work beautiful <3

Wow! Thank you so much for your kind words!🤧it makes me feel so good knowing that black women are feeling represented in works of fiction. I’ll continue to do my best to represent every black woman out there.

And thanks for the request! I think the LFW couple would meet kind of through Taehyung/Jimin at a company meal. Jungkook’s more of an introvert here with reader/OC being naturally flirty and knowing exactly what they want.

I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you like it!

~

Jungkook didn’t know how he kept letting Taehyung drag him to these meet ups. He didn’t know any of Taehyung’s coworkers or other friends outside of Jimin so he felt really awkward sitting at this table. He’d much rather be at home right now, maybe live streaming Little Nightmares 2 or cracking open the new Resident Evil game he had just received through pre order.

All Taehyung had to do was bribe him with promises of expensive beef and fancy desserts for him to leave the comfort of his home. Taehyung even managed to force him into a loose button up shirt just as Jungkook was about to throw on his signature hoodie. Goodness, that man was strong when he had a goal. At least Jungkook would get some free food today and maybe a sweet to take home so tonight wouldn’t be a total waste.

His face was practically glued to his phone, focus on clearing all of the jelly on this level of Candy Crush. He was down to 1 move and one more jelly square but there were no moves in that area that could help him! Urgh! And he didn’t want to uselessly use any of his power ups. Should he just lose his streak?

Just as he was about to move the candy, a hand came out of nowhere and did it for him. That move created a power up that triggered itself thus clearing the jelly and causing him to win the level. When the happy music played along with that little girl popping up to tell him he won, he couldn’t fight the smile on his face.

Then he realized that he didn’t make that move. Turning around, he was expecting to see Taehyung or Jimin but his mouth dropped at the sight of the person.

You were……what words could he use?

Beautiful? Gorgeous? Majestic? Attractive? Stunning? All of the above?

Your skin was dewy and effervescent, even the lights that lit up the restaurant paled in comparison to your glistening and dark skin. You looked like earth personified—graceful and cool and he just knew you sparkled when the sun hit you.

Your hair was in a half up half down style, claw clip holding it up, 2 locks of hair framed your face and were curled at the end. Your lashes were long and your full lips were shiny with gloss.

He couldn’t take his eyes off you, it was hard to look away when such a gem was standing before him. Could someone even be that exquisite in real life?

And when you smiled, he swore he heard angels singing in his ears.

“I hate when there’s only one move left yet nothing around it. I just know my FBI agent sees me throw a fit over it every day.”

His brain short circuited for a moment. Were you initiating conversation with him? About a game? Willingly? Oh god, is he getting pranked right now? He thought Ashton Kutcher was dead. Is he?

Stop thinking about possibly dead actors! There’s a pretty girl in front of you!

He cleared his throat. “Yeah. They must be concerned I’m having a mental breakdown because they advertised a therapist to me.” He actually shocked himself a little from how easily those words flowed out. Small talk with a stranger was not a specialty of his.

Your laugh was loud and a little goofy but so endearing, it made him chuckle as well.

“Candy Crush will do that to you. I wouldn’t be surprised if the creators opened a rehab for us.”

“It’ll just be us having group discussions on how bringing hazelnuts to the bottom has been affecting our ability to form positive relationships.”

He couldn’t believe how easy conversation was flowing between you two. For some reason, he didn’t feel pressured or nervous speaking to you. You just seemed so open and kind.

Who were you?

“Jungkook! I see you met one of my coworkers. She’s super hot, isn’t she? I told her to let me make her a model but she insists on staying in PR. Boring.” Jimin appeared out of nowhere like a jump scare, draping an arm over your shoulders. Jungkook’s face faltered a little. Jimin was the biggest flirt known to mankind. He could probably charm the pants off a dead person if he wanted to. If you knew him, and more importantly if you worked with him, you must have been on the opposite side of his flirting. Was it a possibility that you two were closer than coworkers?

But instead, you just rolled your eyes, moving his arm off of you.

“Save that talk for your next spread, Park. Don’t think I’ve forgotten that you still haven’t submitted your portfolio.”

Jimin’s smile never dropped despite your slightly cold attitude. He could tell you were just poking fun at him.

“Anyway, Jungkook, this is y/n. y/n, this is Jungkook.”

“I can introduce myself, thank you.” You said before pulling out the chair next to Jungkook and sitting down. That movement caused your perfume to flutter all around him—it was light but sweet like some kind of dessert.

Once you were settled, you turned your body to Jungkook, propping your elbow on the table to lean your cheek against it.

And the way your hooded eyes stared at him sent a harsh shiver from the top of his head all the way to his toes. He didn’t even notice Jimin’s smirk or how the man tip toed away to gossip to his favorite buddy.

“I’m y/n.”

He opened his mouth but no sound came out. He didn’t know why his throat felt dry all of a sudden.

Oh great, he could chat with you about mobile games and FBI agents but getting his name out was difficult?

Clearing his throat, he forced out his name, voice cracking a little at the end. Embarrassment rushed through his body, heat rising to his ears and he was grateful his hair was long enough to cover them.

You must think he was a dork now.

You giggled, your eyelashes fluttering and making his heart weak.

“Nice to meet you.”

He shyly nodded. “You too.”

“Sorry about Jimin. He’s like that at work too.”

Jungkook pushed his hair back with one hand, not noticing how your eyes followed the motion. “At least you only have to work with him. Imagine knowing him since childhood.”

You pressed your hand against your chest in faux distress. “How awful. I could only imagine the pain you endure daily.”

Wow. You were so easy to talk to. He had completely forgotten about his phone, tucking it into his pocket to finally have a rest.

Eventually, food and drinks began flowing. Taehyung and Jimin joined you two at the table but not even they could pop the bubble that you’ve formed.

Jungkook could barely focus on his food. You had his full attention, holding onto every word and laugh that fell from your lips. He found you to be witty but also humble, not afraid to poke a little fun at Taehyung and Jimin who just laughed right along with you.

You were mesmerizing. He almost hated blinking if it meant your beautiful face left his sight.

And when you would turn your attention back to him, not realizing that you’ve never left his, you’d send him a flirty wink and coy smile that would send his blood pressure through the roof from how his heart would stutter and race. If a doctor was listening with a stethoscope right now, they’d think the organ was giving out on him.

“So how’d you end up here?” You asked after taking a sip of your drink.

He sighed, eyes going over to the other side of the table where Taehyung was showing Jimin something on his phone but the man was so drunk that he was holding it upside down. And Jimin probably didn’t even notice, laughing as if he could understand the upside down photo. “Taehyung dragged me here. Said I need to start getting out more and I can’t waste my youth playing games all day. He keeps pushing me to date but I’m not that interested right now.”

Well, that was before. Now, however, he was starting to change that view.

You hummed, using your chopsticks to eat a piece of meat, chewing carefully and swallowing before speaking again.

“Does it make you happy?”

That was a question he didn’t hear people ask him often. Well, in a genuine way. He’d normally hear it rhetorically. He’s heard it come from his parents more times than he could count, followed by a lecture that he’d drown out.

He blinked a few times. Gaming did make him happy. He appreciated the hard work creators put into each frame, the adrenaline he got from jump scares, and the accomplishment from completing one. “Yeah….it does.”

“Then that’s what matters. Who cares if someone else feels like you’re wasting your life? It’s yours. You can’t be focused too much on what others want for you. You’ll only neglect your own self.”

Wow.

“Then again, we should thank Taehyung from forcing you out tonight.”

He tilted his head. He would absolutely never do that but he was intrigued by your suggestion. “Really? Why?”

You didn’t say anything, just gazed at him with those captivating eyes and he knew exactly what you meant.

Maybe he should thank Taehyung.

As the night came to a close, he helped escort Taehyung to his car. Jimin had left a little earlier with a person you identified as one of the newest members of management. Apparently, they were kind of resistant to Jimin’s flirting at first but had crumbled after about 4 months of Jimin trying and trying. Jungkook recalls Jimin speaking about this person, claiming he was in love with them and would respectfully shoot his shot whenever possible.

That left Jungkook with a drunk Taehyung and you were helping your coworker who lived in the same apartment building as you.

Jungkook didn’t just want to see you walk away. Who knows if he’d ever see you again? And he refused to ask Jimin or Taehyung for your number. The teasing would never end.

“Hey…..wait.” He called out to you after practically dumping Taehyung in the back seat. You had parked right in front of his car and were buckling your roommate’s seatbelt who was slumped over asleep.

You turned to him after closing the passenger door, your eyes locking in with his.

There was that nervousness again but he swallowed it down. He couldn’t chicken out now! Not when you’d been getting along so well this evening.

“Um…..look, if you don’t mind, could I have your number? Maybe we can hang out sometime.”

You eyed him up and down but not in a checking him out kind of way. It was like you were analyzing him, finding every little crack in his personality that you could.

He honestly felt a little vulnerable. Why weren’t you speaking? Hadn’t tonight gone well? Was he just trying his luck and you’re already dating someone? Oh god, were you just being nice and he took it as you flirting with him?! Assumptions really were dangerous.

He was about to apologize and roll under his car to stay there until the end of time before you finally spoke.

“I’m not a maybe type of woman, Jungkook.” You spoke bluntly.

His mouth dropped a little in shock. Not necessarily because of your blunt tone but because you were just his fucking type. You knew what you wanted and that was his cup of tea.

You didn’t wait for him to respond, rounding your car to open the driver’s side. He just watched you with doe eyes and a funny feeling swirling in his tummy.

However, before you got in, you said,

“I don’t wait around.”

And on his drive home with a snoring Taehyung in the back, he thought one thing….

~

When you arrived at work Monday morning, it was to a bunch of people surrounding your desk. That wasn’t really out of the ordinary since people often got their assignments of the day from you.

What was out the ordinary though?

The huge bouquet of flowers that sat just in the middle of your desk, the colors vivid and the arrangement looking larger than your desk.

Your coworkers chatted excitedly about the flowers as you approached but you ignored them. Instead, you reached for the little card on a plastic stand just nestled between the blooms.

You had to bite your lip to fight your smile but you couldn’t fight the feeling that was rising in your chest.

I don’t either.

#askberryhobii #bts #bts requests #jungkook #jungkook smut

[villainessxassassin]

How sweet

child!Riddle x child!reader

yes lets forget how dead this account was until now💀 Half way through writing I forgot I was writing for child!Riddle but everything works out in the end yeyyy -K.

✧|: Riddle being salty cuz he doesn't want a babysitter tutor at home so he's really mean to you at first but then you start doing all these really nice things that makes Riddle want to cry in a good way and now he doesn't know what to do.

༶•┈This will be part one (1/2?)

When Riddle thought all was lost, that he could never get to taste a sweet strawberry tart nor play outside with his friends ever again, his mother hires a... tutor? and you're the same age as him? like he's supposed to care, if anything he's even more displeased!

After the recent incident, young Riddle really couldn't think his life could get any more restricting than it already is. He can't play, he has to watch what he eats, he has to keep up with his academics, and now his mother's hiring a tutor to keep him company when she's not around?

"Do I really need this...?" It's been a few days since then, yet Riddle still couldn't bring himself to look her in the eyes, not after what he did. He didn't want to anger her any further. "You certainly have a long way to go until you can gain my trust back, and what better way to show me, than with this." She gestured to you at her side, posture straight with a slight smile on your face.

The young boy has heard of you prior before your arrival from his mother. You as well have been placed in the same position as Riddle, yet unlike him, you didn't seem to dislike the idea of having to work twice as hard for both him and yourself. If anything, you looked very much delighted to be here.

With a small bow you then began to introduce yourself, but all Riddle was able to focus on with your voice fading out was the slight ringing in his ears that grew louder by time.

"Now, do try to get along."

.

A week has gone by. A week of you constantly pestering Riddle to work twice as hard. A week of extra papers piled up on his desk. A week of the very thread of his patience finally on the brink of snapping, or in short,

it was a week of pure torture.

Again, Riddle really didn't understand why you were needed here. He was doing just fine by himself, save for what happened and for the very reason WHY you are present here in the first place but he's changed! He's already been enduring this far without complaining, so surely that was enough proof he no longer had any ulterior motives in changing his daily routine his mother has given, right?

"You should've completed these papers by now."

And again, your annoying voice cuts of his train of thought. "You shouldn't be slacking, I've been given strict instructions to make sure you finish these on time", you say while taking the paper Riddle just finished and replacing it with another.

"I'm not some immature child, you don't have to tell me every time, my oh so annoying Tutor, and for one, I dont need a babysitter either." Despite the initial fear of his mother finding out he's been speaking to you in this disrespectful manner, (unbeffiting of the rosehearts name) this is the relationship you've made from the one week spent here together, and besides, you're both the same age! 'Formalities shouldn't be taken that seriously', Is what you said, but Riddle already had no intentions of refering to you in any high regard (because of his newfound bitterness with a hint of saltyness for those around him).

"Hey! I already told you to think of me more as your study buddy! I have my own homework to do too you know."

"You say that and yet you continue to nag at me like an old lady, how irritating."

"It's not nagging, I'm simply looking out for you."

Yeah right. Despite the happy display you've shown at your first meeting, Riddle knows it was all a play, that you're only here because you were forced into this position. With a sigh, Riddle finally finished the last of his homework, stretching his small arms up into the air to signal his victory over the sheets of problem filled papers.

"There, I'm finished. Now will you give me this time for myself or will you continue on with this pointless conversation?" With that the playful look on your face disappeared, and in it's place you let out a small laugh, but it lacked any sense of glee, accompanying it was a sad smile.

"I thought the conversation to have been... nice. You don't often come to openly chat with me, even if it's for things relating to outside of your academics. That's why your mother- I mean, that's why I—"

The chair scraped the floor as Riddle shot up from his seat, giving you a look that clearly showed his distaste for the topic you took on. You never broke eye contact as tension soon began to build up. It was moments after, Riddle finally chose his next choice of words, and did they stung, cutting deeper than any paper cut you've ever received. "Let me make one thing clear," your breathing was becoming heavy, but you hung onto his every word, "If you think being my tutor would give you some sort of privilege to speak to me like we're close, as if we're actually friends, then please leave."

You could only watch as he promptly made his way towards the kitchen, probably wanting to be anywhere away from you, is what you think. Sighing, this may come to be more difficult of a task than you expected, but you weren't just going to leave like what Riddle wanted. You've already made it this far into a week with him, so you're not going to give in and give up. Afterall, Riddle is your friend, you just need a bit more time in order to help him see it. To accept you were there for him.

You caught onto his final words, and that only was the beginning.

"I've had enough of people expecting me to be better,"

'You're a Rosehearts for our Great Seven's sake! this shouldn't be difficult for you to do right?!'

"To have others cut into my life without warning when I tell them not to, only to leave once I've been caught,"

'You can study later, come on let's play, and eat all the sweets we want in the meantime!'

"I need at least one person to do their job correctly, so make things easier for me, will you?"

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