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cozage · 7 months

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Omg I hope it’s not too late! Happy 2K yayayayay it’s been really fun watching you grow 😭. I remember when your blog was pretty new and I asked you for advice on how to make my own and you said try not to make a 2nd blog. I was wondering if I could have option 1 with a S/O who dated the monster trio but they broke up so now they are trying to win their heart back.

A/N: still my greatest regret is making this a secondary blog but it all worked out! Hope you are doing well :) thanks for being along for the ride. Characters: gn reader x Luffy, Zoro, Sanji Total word count: 1k

Get You Back

Luffy

Luffy tries his best to move on because he thinks that's what you want. Even though he hates going to bed alone and not sitting next to you at dinner, he tries to get over it.

At first he acts like nothing happened. He still runs to tell you stuff as soon as he finds out something, and he always wants to take you on adventures. Sure, you broke up, but you’re still nakama, right?

Nami explains to him that you need some time before things will go back to a sense of normal, and Luffy agrees to give you space. But god, he hates it. He’s so lonely.

One night, he can’t take it anymore. He knows it’s your night to keep watch, and he joins you in the crow’s nest. He knows he should let you be, but he has to try one more thing.

“Do you think you’ll ever forgive me?” he asked, looking out over the stars.

“I’ve already forgiven you, Luffy.” Your voice is sad, and he knows that you’ve been lonely too.

He turns to look at you, eyes wide and heart beating hard in his chest. “Do you think we’ll ever be together again?”

“I-” you stop, captivated by his wide, hopeful eyes. “I don’t know,” you answered truthfully.

“I miss you,” he admitted. “I miss you so much. I hate going to bed and I hate not being around you during the day. I hate when I find a cool bug and I can’t show it to you, or when we visit an island and you don’t join me on an adventure. I just want things to be normal again. I’ll do anything, please.”

“I want to be with you, Luffy,” you said. “I just-”

He lunged for you, his lips attacking you with desperation and eagerness. You can feel his words turning into actions; you can feel how much he has longed to kiss you and touch your skin again. And maybe, just maybe, it’ll work out this time.

Zoro

Zoro didn’t think you were serious when you said it was over. So, when he went into his room and couldn’t find any of your things, he was confused.

He sought you out, curious. “Hey, where’s your stuff?”

But you just rolled your eyes. “Get it through your brain Zoro. Unlike you, I say what I mean. We’re over.”

Oh. That last fight had been a breakup fight. Now he understood.

But he saw the pain in your eyes. He knew you didn’t want this outcome. So he’d just have to prove that he was worthy of you

He doesn’t beg for you back, but he keeps his word with everything he does.

When you ask him to do something, he does it. Hell, even if the cook asks him to do something, he does it without complaint (especially if you’re in the room). He always keeps his word. Always.

Part of him acts like nothing happened. He still shares booze with you, naps near you, laughs with you. But he won’t ask for you back. Even if its the only thing he wants.

After about a month, he’s had enough. It’s just the two of you on the ship, watching the Sunny as the others run off to the island.

“When are we going to go back to normal?” he demands, storming up to you. “Don’t you think we’ve been apart for too long?”

“I told you, Zoro-”

“Don’t say it.” His voice was gruff as he pushed you up against the wall and pinned you there with his own body. “Please, don’t say it.”

“We’re bad for each other,” you whispered, trying to ignore the mess of emotions you were feeling at the moment.

“We’re not,” he argued. “I swear we’re not. Let me prove it.” His lips hover over your mouth, waiting for permission. “Please, let me prove it.”

“One more cha-” His lips crash into yours, and you find yourself melting into the touch you had missed so much over the past few weeks.

Sanji

This man is the best at apologies. He knows no shame and smothers you in love.

Every morning, you get an immaculate breakfast. Your snacks and desserts are the ones he knows you adore. You are pampered beyond your wildest imagination (which is impressive after dating Sanji for so long. You thought you had seen it all.)

Fresh flowers at your bedside every morning (where is he getting all of these flowers??). Rose petals lead to your bedroom at night. You’d think you were on a honeymoon.

It’s almost annoying. It’s almost too much. But Sanji knows when he’s starting to become annoying, and he’ll let up slightly, just long enough for you to calm down. And then he’ll start back up again.

The biggest thing for you though, is the next time you go onto an island.

His eyes stay on you. They hardly even linger as he walks with you, Nami, and Usopp through the shopping district.

If any pretty ladies walk by, he doesn’t even bother to look. He’s so captivated by you that he doesn’t even notice anyone else.

While your back is turned or while you’re shopping, he doesn’t even gawk at any islanders (Nami and Usopp watch him for ANY hint of flirtation. There is NONE.)

He only vanishes for a brief moment in a jewelry store, coming back with a little bag of his own. “Cufflinks,” he explains. “My other ones broke.”

When you all get back to the ship, he pulls you aside and gives you a bracelet full of aquamarine stones that reminds you of his eyes.

“Please, be mine again,” he begs, holding the box out. “It hurt to breathe without you. I need you. Please.”

“Sanji,” you breathe out. “It’s beautiful.”

“Just like you,” he whispers. “Y/N, I’m so-”

You jump into his arms, pushing your lips against his. You missed that sweet taste of vanilla that was always on his tongue, and you had a feeling you wouldn’t ever have to go without it again.

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bakugoushotwife · 7 months

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kinktober day nineteen: hate sex

>>> i’m really taking some liberties with this prompt LMFAOOOOO listen. y’all should just be thanking me this wasn’t a gojo kinktober. leave me be. also this is the first piece since my laptop kicked the bucket so PLEASE ignore the UGLY formatting i will fix it as soon as i get a new laptop.

>>> starring: satoru gojo x curvy!f!reader >>> cw: ghostie gojo jdjdfkgk, bestie nanami, uhh spankings, choking, doggy, prone bone, cream pie, pet names (sweetheart) and mean names (dickhead, asshole) >>> wc: 4.5k >>> event masterlist

everything was perfect. he was a great partner despite all the people that warned you that the special grade sorcerer was incapable of it. he was wonderful and sweet and considerate, even. he brought you lunch at work and took you on wonderfully lavish dates. he texted you constantly and showered you with gifts. you had only been together for a few months, though almost a year of history had led you here. you were happy, proving everyone who doubted your relationship wrong. until you realized that they were only trying to keep you from this reality.

“i love you, you know.” you told him, swinging your intertwined hands between you as he walked you home. this was a truth you’ve known since the relationship was too fresh to say such things, but a truth nonetheless. he hid it well in the moment, but that was the death sentence to a man like satoru gojo. he knew it was only a matter of time—yet his heart stopped in his chest, turning to steel before falling out of his ass. but he made sure his smile never faltered.

“oh yeah? i’ll add you to the list.” he chuckled, poking your side to make you laugh at the stupid taunt. it worked well enough, you didn’t seem to catch on to his avoidance. you didn’t chastise him for not saying it back, at least.

he walked you to your front door like normal. he gave you a goodbye and goodnight kiss like normal, he even smiled so genuinely and told you he’d call you in the morning—just like normal.

but when morning came, his call didn’t. no big deal, you thought, he’s a very busy man. once he gets some free time, he’ll call. but hours pass, and you don’t get so much as a text to apologize or let you know he was going to be late. you keep staring at his contact, debating whether or not you should bother or not for an hour or so. but a text couldn’t be too distracting, so you type something up.

‘good morning! or afternoon now, lol–i missed ur call, i hope ur having a good day!! call me when you can xx’

it doesn’t deliver. you furrow your brows and try it again, but it still doesn’t go through. you move to a different area of your house, thinking it was spotty reception in your bedroom. you try to send the text again—but it still doesn’t send. you try to call, your heart now pounding in your ears. something must have malfunctioned, right? after all your years as friends and these brief months exploring more—he wouldn’t just block you, right?

the phone call doesn’t ring, just an automated voice telling you that that the call couldn’t be completed as dialed. he blocked you. without so much as a hint to why. everything was perfect last night, he was all smiles and laughter, what could have changed? you want to call the only mutual connection you have—ieiri shoko—but decide it’s best not to involve her in the matter between two of her friends. it’s not tasteful and if there’s any chance of this being a misunderstanding, then taking it to your friends is the last thing you want to do. you could maybe ask nanami for advice at work in the morning—you wouldn’t go so far as to call them friends, but he’s how you met the strongest man alive. so he has to have some tips! yes, you’ll talk to nanami about it first thing tomorrow.

talk his ear off about it is more apt if you ask the grade one who merely dabbles in business work. he tried to be polite and listen to the tale—but your first mistake was in dealing with gojo in the first place. there was no advice in the world to fix that amount of stupid, especially if you were looking to get him back. but nanami catches the issue as soon as you recount the tale of your last conversation with the special grade.

“you told him that you love him?” he clarified with a raised brow. based on the judgment that flashes in his eyes, you know that was the wrong move. you huff in frustration.

“you introduced me to him—why would you set me up like this nanakun??” you pout, angrily folding your arms over one another. it’s a shitty attempt to take the heat off yourself, and nanami can appreciate it.

“hardly. he shoved his way in my office and you happened to be in there already.” he rolls his eyes. trust him, he did not want to see more of gojo—and dating his workplace’s secretary only meant that the annoying presence followed him even here. “i strongly advised against it. i knew we would end up here.”

you shoot him a glance, but his unamused face remains unchanging. you ignored everyone’s warnings, choosing the results he was giving you as reason enough for them to be wrong. did he enjoy leading you on and wasting his time? what was the game in all this?

“you shouldn’t have gone after him at all. but you definitely shouldn’t have told him you love him first.” nanami nearly seemed horrified. or what you imagined he would look like when horrified, eyes slightly widened and jaw dropped partially.

you bite the inside of your cheek. you didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. maybe it’s because you knew how you felt for so long. maybe it was just because satoru put you at ease—none of the reasons matter now.

“it’s hard for him to do serious. love is as serious as it gets.” nanami sighs wistfully. you were a nice girl who didn’t deserve to be another name on the list of hearts broken by satoru gojo. for your own good, you should forget all about him and sorcerers as a whole. you would be much better off. but something about that look on your face paired with the fact that he knows satoru has never been happier in his miserable existence makes nanami sigh. “he’s just afraid of committing. the only person he ever loved just up and left him one day. so just…try to let him go. let him come back if he wants—if you want. maybe then he’ll be ready.”

your heart warms at your friend’s words. it was clear he couldn’t care less if things worked out or not, but he wanted you to feel better. you smile softly at his words, “thank you nanakun, i’ll try to…let him go.”

you think you did a pretty good job of that. as time went on, you think you even managed to convince yourself you didn’t want him back at all. if he could just flake out on you—look you in the face and lie—you didn’t want him. no matter how sexy and sweet and strong he was, trust is the most important thing. you keep your head down and work hard, catching up with nanami and learning any updates on your sorcerer that way.

apparently he was casually dating around, but nothing nearly as serious as you. he made sure of that. he hadn’t heard an ‘i love you’ in years, and while he may have thought it at different times throughout the past couple of dates you’ve been on, he hadn’t said it. even thinking it was bad enough. that meant you held an unimaginable and concerning amount of power over him. that meant you could crush his soul into a million pieces. that meant you could ruin him—and he can’t go through that again. the possibility of handing himself over to deep and passionate love was beautiful in theory but terrifying in practice, and the thought of giving in just to lose a second time were odds he just wasn’t willing to gamble with.

so he did it first. if he broke your heart you couldn’t break his.

so why does he feel so bad? so empty? every pretty girl he carted around after that was a weak competitor. they were nice enough, but so shallow and boring—they treated him like everyone else. you were special. you treated him like a person. someone with feelings and dreams and regrets. you asked him questions. real questions that made him think about real answers, nothing surface level like his favorite color or movie. you wanted to know him. and he let you learn just some of his darkest days and you told him you love him anyway. and he ran away from you. goddamn. he’s his own worst enemy.

he shows up with flowers one day, six weeks after you’ve broken up—or he dumped you. it was a normal day until then, but it certainly wouldn’t be after. it was laughably large bouquet, it almost looked like he was struggling to hold it all. your eyes must look like two full moons based off of his amused yet apologetic smile. you have to make yourself stop your smile before it spreads.

“hi…” he said nervously, shifting his weight foot to foot. he messed up—how could he make up for it? “i was wondering—“

“leave.” your shaky voice manages to croak out, quickly looking down at your paperwork. you had to avoid his stare, surely he would figure you all out if he looked deep enough. nanami said to make him work for it.

“flowers aren’t your thing, huh?” he seems undeterred—in fact, he seems emboldened by your reaction. “that’s fine. i’ll leave them here…” he styles them on your desk, sweeping your stapler and pencil sharpener and organizers to the side to accommodate the large vase. you watch him carelessly move things about, forcing you to accept his gift.

“you’re annoying.” you groan, though the flowers are gorgeous. they’re the same kinds you pointed to when you went on a nature walk one time—something he swore he was going to hate but ended up being one of his favorite outings with you. you seemed to have that effect on him.

“i know! one of my better qualities, i think.” he hums happily, chlorinated pools of crystal blue stare at you over the lenses of his casual sunglasses. he traded in the blindfold in hopes of winning you back—he wasn’t above playing dirty, even if he was the reason he had to play at all.

“as opposed to? ghosting?” you raise your brow. he sighs. he doesn’t know what he expected. he knew you wouldn’t fall right back into his arms, but that biting look in your eye makes him wonder if he’s messed things up beyond repair. either way, he won’t go down without a fight.

“yes—that’s one of the bad ones.” he scrunches his nose in distaste. he bends at the waist to lean his elbows on your desk, propping his face up in his hands. “look sweetheart—“

you scoff, leaning back in your office chair with something akin to amusement. you fold your arms over your chest and arch your brow, and even though you are absolutely pissed, you still manage to make his heart skip a beat. “don’t call me that, you fucked me up. or does that it make you happier?”

“you think i’m bringing you flowers for my health or something? i’m trying to apologize!” he whines, tugging a lone flower out of the bouquet and extending it toward you. “i’m an asshole, i know, and i don’t deserve to call you sweetheart—“

“i don’t accept.” you tilt your nose in the air. he swears he can see the hint of a smirk on your lips, and he sighs. you hold the power yet again, but this time he’s going to allow it.

“what can i do to make it up to you? it was a mistake..i see that now.” he frowns, looking down at the pale pink petals brushing against his fingers.

“mm, yeah? i’m sure fucking a bunch of other women helped clear that up.” you look at the flower in his hand too, examining the brightness, the absolute perfection of the petals. it almost withers with the man holding it.

“wh-what?” he blinked rapidly. he hadn’t had sex with anyone—god no, he can’t do fleeting connections, and in his heart of hearts he knew that none of them would fill the void you left behind. but your jealousy…now that he could use. “aw, baby, just say you missed me. i could clear up some things for you too.”

you snarl at the insinuation, even more annoyed that he didn’t deny romping around with other women after dropping you like it was nothing.

“i’m sure you wish you could, baby, but i’m not sloppy seconds.” you take the flower and snap the stem, tossing it on your desk without second thought. he pouts at the gesture, deciding that words were no use on you, he hums. he knows how to handle this.

“no, but you are more delicious the second time.” he sings, and you get up from your desk in frustration. he was so irritating. did he think that he could just disappear on you like that and you’d just forgive him like nothing? you huff up at him, gathering all your stuff and shoving it into your office bag. nanami watches from the stairs—and he’s proud that you’re making gojo work for it, at least.

you stomp out of the office building with all the theatrics at your disposal, and it only makes satoru smirk as he walks after you. god you want him so bad, he thinks. he catches the office door before you can slam it closed behind you, sliding his palm across the wooden panels with a suave coolness. it’s like he has the situation completely under control, strolling leisurely after the little lady stomping and yelling at him over her shoulder. he knows he fucked up, and if you wanted to blast him through the city on your route home, then he’d smile and walk dumbly after you.

your heart was racing. he was still following you—and you knew if he cornered you alone, there would be no denying him. your brain was fighting hard enough to deny him back in the office already. your blood is boiling. why do you want him back so bad? he left you—is sleeping with other women, even, and you're letting him tail you to your house. you shut the door on him, but he just teleports into your living room anyways. you give him a look—not sure what else to say. ordering him out would be futile—as you didn’t want him to and he clearly wouldn’t obey.

he’s smug, sitting on your couch with one long leg crossed over the other one, his arm stretched across the back of the couch like he’s just waiting to put it around you. he stares at you knowingly, but that smirk is driving you insane.

“stop looking at me like that—and get out of my house.” you try meekly, at least you could say you could. your eyes narrow at his unmoving form and he can’t help but chuckle a little bit.

“you’re trying so hard to be mad at me, sweetheart.” he hums, arching a brow in amusement. he bats those long white eyelashes at you like he’s just ready for you to admit the truth and come crumble in his lap.

“i’m pissed, not trying that hard at all.” you scoff and shake your head, tossing your bag on the floor so that you may properly cross your arms at him. “you lied to my face, ghosted me, and now you’re acting like i’m being ridiculous for not accepting your flowers and taking you back?”

he shakes his head, a little nonchalant frown on his face. “you aren’t ridiculous for that—“ he stands and makes his way to you, not even bothering to hide the way he eyes you up and down. “you’re ridiculous for pretending you don’t want to. i could make this allll better if you’d just let me, sweetheart.”

his breath is as icy as his eyes when he leans down, brow arched like he’s asking a question. he is, you realize, he wants to know if you’ll let him.

“i never really slept with anyone, sweetheart. promise. was just trying to get you off my mind. didn’t work—made everything worse, actually. i got what i deserved.” he sighs softly, noting the hesitation on your face but the want in your eyes. he reaches a tentative hand to your face, giving you a soft smile when you let him touch you. “i’m sorry…you’re all i can think about. i just got nervous—i’m so stupid. beyond stupid—“

you smash your lips onto his to keep him from yapping. all he had to do was apologize. really apologize and mean it—but you would still punish him for walking away. you would make sure he could never do it again, lest he’ll never be able to get you out of his head even in death.

his hands grab at your dress, pulling you against his body in one fluid motion. the kiss changes moods entirely. the room feels like it’s buzzing now, his passion felt through the way he moves. he slides over your ass, kneading and fisting the fat with a groan into your mouth. you step into him, backing him to the couch. he grins against your lips like always—his kiss was warm and apologetic, lips hurriedly slotting over yours in an effort to make up for his transgressions.

he falls into a seat, pulling you into his lap with him. he sees your plan, and won’t go down without a fight. he promised to straighten you out after all. but letting you think you’re in charge was adorable, so he didn’t mind to indulge in it. you push his chest back with your own, grabbing his chin in your hand roughly. his back hits the couch and he can’t hold back his little giggle as his hands follow the paths of your body, though a satisfied hum follows at the feeling.

“you are sorry—a sorry piece of shit.” you huff, repeatedly kissing him over and over with all the anger you’ve been pinning up for the past few weeks without him. he grunts lowly, opening his mouth to invite you deeper. you take his willingness as a gift, plunging your tongue in his mouth and making sure yours stays in control. he tastes like honey and cinnamon, and it was a taste you missed more than you let yourself believe.

“pieces of shit must be your type though.” he sasses, standing up with you on his lap. he knows where your room is based on his extensive stays over, it’s nearly muscle memory for him to kick your door open with the point of his shoe, smiling up at you like no time had passed —like no bad blood had resulted from it. he throws you down like you weigh nothing, though he takes a seat on the side. upon hearing you gasp at his words, he scoffs and shakes his head. “don’t even think about it. i’ll fuck it out of you anyway.”

you can’t deny the way your body tingles and warms at his command. he’s usually soft and sweet, just rough enough to satisfy any cravings of yours—but he never struck obedience into your soul. your mouth closes, and he chuckles a little bit at your change. “that’s better. now if you wanna keep poppin’ off with attitude, i’ll get nasty instead of the sweet apology i planned for you.”

you roll your eyes, he was testing it. “don’t tempt me—“ you huff, a little annoyed at how easily your body gives up. you didn’t want to give him the ego boost of obedience, so you give him the attitude requested. “you messed up—i’ll talk to you however I want—“

he sighs and tugs at you, pulling your body at will. he splays you across his lap—long legs hanging over the edge of your bed. your dress is shoved up over your ass, and the tiny string of your thong is drawn back and snapped against the flesh. it makes you squeal a little in surprise, but you would be lying to say you didn’t want more.

“oh i’m a piece of shit, who are these for, nyeh?” he flicks your panties again, the sensation a small pleasurable sting.

“you dumped me—they’re for whoever i want.” you huff at him, even if his jealousy makes your heart warm. he slaps the fat of your ass lightly, humming at the way you jolt.

“yeah?” he smacks your other side, “i didn’t fuck anybody though. knew i needed you.” he spanks the same spot, the sting intensifies so wonderfully and makes your head spin. you can’t help the little moans that leave you with every slap.

“didn’t fuck anybody either, dickhead.” you pant, tossing him a glare over your shoulder. his free hand comes to grab your throat, sinewy warm and soft fingers wrap around your column with a tight grip—though not enough to restrict any airflow, of course. his cock stabs into your side at the sight. he grins brightly, almost sadistic in nature.

“you’re silly.” he hums, squeezing your throat until your eyes cross a little. he hums at you, the vision enough to make him painfully hard, but he always knows when to let up. he slaps your ass in conjunction with his little squeeze. he knows how to keep your eyes on him— repeatedly shaking his head, like he disapproves of you. “so pretty though. but mouthy.” he tsks, giving you a punishing spank to your tender skin. he hums pleasantly at the way your skin breaks a little, his red handprints making their way to the surface. “can’t even accept an apology. what do you want me to do, sweetheart?”

you can’t deny the wetness pooling in that skimpy thong. the stinging through your ass only makes your brain fog worsen, need was the only thing on your mind. he was so strong and sexy, and he was trying to make it up to you. you suppose you could…hear him out. that didn’t mean you were back together.

“fuck me—i’ll make my decision based on your performance.” you purr in his lap, wiggling your branded ass. he groans, you’re going to tease when you look like this? he woulda proposed if you asked him to if it meant you were all his again. commitment didn’t scare him so much anymore. you were as angry as ever and you still smiled when you saw him. you still let him follow you back home to plead his case. even if you didn’t have much a choice, you hardly even put up a fight. and he knew what that meant: you weren’t nearly as angry as you were trying to be.

“oh i’ll fuck you, sweetheart. let’s see if you can take it.” he hums so innocently, scooting you off his lap and onto all fours. he slides your thong to the side, laughing giddily at the sight of your soaking cunt. you definitely weren’t as mad as you were trying to be. “god look at this ocean—i almost feel bad for ya. trying to be such a meanie t’me when i’m the only one that can make it better.”

he wrestles with his pants, pushing them to his knees with haste. precious time was ticking, and stripping completely was a waste of it. he nearly sighs in relief when he frees himself, pumping his length fluidly. you whine at the time it’s taking him to fuck you, wiggling your cute rear and huffing.

“takin’ too long—“ you can’t finish your sentence before you cry out, his cock splitting you open just as you asked for. your walls felt like coming home, and every squeeze you give him was like a warm hug. he can’t believe he denied himself this for weeks just because you said something he’d been dying to hear from someone who meant it his entire life.

“better?” he asks, using your plush hips as his handlebars. this was why you would never be able to move on from him no matter the advice and warnings and every sign in the world telling you ‘no satoru gojo!’ he was just too good, he knew you all too well and your body craved and needed him like water. he fit in your cunt like he was built to, every pump of his cock left you gripping the sheets in an effort to hold yourself up, which you can only do for a few more seconds. “what, too hard? i thought you wanted to be fucked, little one?”

you’re stuck in a silent scream, unable to answer him. you feel like you can feel him in your lungs, his hips absolutely bullying yours. he admires your deep arch even though you’ve fallen forward, your ass rippling into his pubic hair so perfectly he had to reward you with some grunts and groans of his own. he lays over your back, cooing his praises in your ear.

“there she goes, now she’s taking good dick. can’t believe you almost wasted a thong like this— good thing i stay around, yeah?” he shoves your forward just a bit, off his cock and face first into your pillows. you whine at the loss, but he flattens your legs and sits on top of them—squeezing his cock between your thighs and ass, guiding his dick back in. you mewl at the new sensation. how could he possibly be deeper? “awww, that’s a good girl. letting me fuck ya like i hate ya when i’m just trying to prove that i love you too.”

you clench when he says it, moans intensifying as he uses you in this new position. he smirks, you’re adorable. laying there screaming for him with a gorgeously painted ass and a perfect body taking all the force behind his thrusts. “you still love me, sweetheart?”

you nod eagerly, your moans borderline animalistic. “yes—fuck, yes i do, i love you satoru!” you feel him so deeply in your stomach that you can’t keep holding back. it felt like a rubber band snapped as you squeeze around him and cover him with your essence. he keeps going, eyes trained on your recoil and the white ring you left at the base of his cock. your confirmation only drives him crazier, your limp body beneath him taking his increased pace like a champ—little overstimulated moans the only sound he can hear.

“gonna cum in this pretty pussy to show you how much i love you.” he groans, picking your body up in one strong arm to hold you down on his cock. you feel the rush of heat and shudder, the fact he was willing to deal with the consequences of cumming inside alone made you want more of him—until he couldn’t cum anymore. he holds you up, luckily enough— you wouldn’t be able to do it yourself—and places soft kisses to your neck. he hums, enjoying the taste of your skin slightly sweaty and warm from his love. he stays inside you, he can’t bring himself to move just yet, but he sighs in content.

“so…we back together?”

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lovely-keii · 4 months

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being their sibling

characters: tsukishima kei, oikawa tooru, suna rintarou

a/n: i write a fic every time i rewatch hq LOL sorry ik i said im abandoning this blog buuuut…happy bday to this blog!! (repost from 1/5 because tags broke :(( )

part 1

TSUKISHIMA KEI

looks out for you, but he can’t help that hes so emotionally constipated :’( he tries to give you advice because he genuinely is concerned for you but just is unable to word anything properly. see: “you need to stop talking to that person, you’re being a pushover,” but he just wants you to realize you’re letting people walk all over you.

god forbid he has to comfort you because hes the wrong brother for that - you’re definitely in better hands with akiteru. he might walk in on you crying and contemplate if he’ll even say anything or just ignore it flat out, or he’ll say something like “don’t cry, you look stupid.” if you cry more, he’ll end up swallowing his pride and sitting next to you. he’ll groan and reluctantly, “fine, spill it.”

other than that, he’s going to be a sneaky little prick. definitely the type to take revenge on you if you annoy him. you eat the last piece of chocolate he was saving and suddenly you find your charger hidden deep under your bed. also loves to take things without your permission. “why? i’m just using it, it’s not like you need it now.”

if someone picks a fight with you, he’ll be quick to extract you from the situation before saying something ruder and harsher than usual to the person. and if you tell him you like someone from his team, he’s going to look at you like you’re crazy. “are you insane?!” he’s honestly more bewildered than upset. doesn’t let you anywhere near the gym. he can make an exception for yamaguchi though. “at least it’s not hinata…or worse, kageyama.”

OIKAWA TOORU

your life is never boring with this guy as your brother. you’re literally being dragged everywhere, practices, shopping, team events… you’re like “i’m not even part of the team.” he goes “we can fix that!” and the next day you find out that you’re the manager for the boys’ volleyball team. huh, wonder how that happened.

oh my god, he MILKS you being his manager. “hold my drink, my fans are calling.” “y/n get my towel please.” you’re absolutely seething at the power trip that this guy is on. eventually, you start doing all that for his other team members and not for him, and he gets so whiney. “y/n you’ll get big ugly iwaizumi a towel but not your own sweet brother?!” that earns him a spike to the head from iwaizumi.

he tells you all the gossip about the school, because believe me, he knows A LOT of things. he’ll do his skin care while he forces you to listen to his gossip, cue him getting mad if you try to leave. everyone realizes why you two are siblings when you two walk down the halls and pull the exact same faces at the people he’s told you about in his gossip.

he makes you his little scapegoat for his fangirls. “oh, you want my number? you’ll have to ask y/n for that, they keep my phone with them during practice!” (you dont) “now, why don’t you girls hand all these gifts to my lovely sibling for me?” (you almost immediately chuck them at his face when you see him) but you know the best way to get back at him? when he sees you even slightly conversing with ushijima or kageyama, all hell breaks loose.

SUNA RINTAROU

the devil if the devil was your brother. he takes the ugliest pictures of you, when you’re asleep, when you’re yelling, when you’re crying over a movie. he also loves to send you pictures of animals and send a “look at you in this picture, so cute”. he also takes your things without asking and never returns it, you’ll just find it in his bag one day.

he also is one to order you around, and it drives you mad. “pass me the remote, y/n.” “but it’s nearer to you.” “i’ll tell mom that you-” // “y/n get me a drink from the vending machine.” “why would i do that” “remember when you snuck out and i-” // “get my bag too when you get yours.” “no.” “what i post that one picture of you when you’re about to sneeze-”

but he’s always looking out for you. when creeps try to approach you, he’s quick to react by shooting them a nasty glare. he’s a silent kind of care. standing behind you on elevators, walking on the outer side of the sidewalk, staying up late til you come home and just telling you he just couldnt sleep. little do you know, it’s something he’s always done even as a kid. putting more food on your lunch box, holding the corner of tables when you pick something up so you don’t hit your head, returning your things that are sprawled around the house to your room so you don’t lose them.

and if he ever finds you crying over some guy, he sighs and sits down next to you. “why’re you crying over an idiot?” he then makes snappy insults at the expense of the guy, making you laugh. “see? you look better like that. now stop crying and let me get some sleep.” he closes the light and shuts the door on his way out.

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probably-writing-x · 1 year

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Sun in the Storm

Summary:

Warnings: Toxic relationship, cursing, alcohol use

Author’s Note: Oh because he absolutely would be the most toxic boyfriend for reallllll !!

Two missed calls, three texts that were just question marks, another four calls. You pick up on the last one.

“What?” You answer, your frustration injecting into the speaker of your phone.

“Don’t ignore my calls,” Rafe returns quickly, “I thought something had happened.”

“I told you to leave me alone, Rafe,” You answer, “What part of that did you think meant call me six times in half an hour?”

He is silent.

“I’m annoyed at you, you’ve pissed me off, I don’t want to talk to you, so I will speak to you tomorrow,” You explain coldly, “Goodbye.”

You hang up and stick your phone back into your pocket, dragging your hand through your hair. You’d argued with Rafe this morning after he’d stumbled into your house last night drunk. He’d been banging on your door until you came downstairs, then barged through the house, knocking over a plant pot, tripping up the stairs, being sick over your flooring, collapsing onto your bed. It wasn’t the first time but you’d argued with him enough this morning to feel like it would be the last. You told him to get out until he unwillingly agreed. Now, you were dealing with the consequences.

“Everything okay (Y/N)?” Your brother, Topper, calls out from the kitchen, walking through to the lounge where you were sprawled over the couch.

“I’m fine,” You respond, closing your eyes lightly and pinching the bridge of your nose.

“I told you not to pick up,” Topper comments, bringing over some food for you, “Eat, please.”

You push yourself to sit up and he sits down on the couch beside you, handing over the plate of toast and bacon and eggs.

“I’m so sick of it, Top,” You sigh, pushing the fork around the food, “He can’t keep doing this.”

He’s silent, knowing well enough by now to let you talk before offering any kind of advice.

“He just knows I’m always going to be there. He comes back after everything and it’s like I just accept him, and I don’t know why I do,”

“I don’t know why you do either.”

You look at your brother and exhale the tension from your chest, resting your head on his shoulder.

This was becoming more of a regular occurrence. Something would happen, you and Rafe would argue, you’d cry, and Topper would fulfil his ‘twin brother’ duties and pick up the pieces, until Rafe would come back to apologise and you’d go back to square one. You weren’t sure how much of square one you could take any more.

~~~

It’s the next day when you hear from Rafe, a text to tell you he’s on his way over and then eventually a knock at your front door.

“Hi,” You say quietly as you open the door.

“Hey,” Rafe says breathlessly, “I just need to take this.”

He comes into your house and instantly picks up the call from his phone, speaking harshly into the microphone. You pause at the front door awkwardly, closing it behind him but feeling oddly out of place in your own home.

“Look, I don’t care, just get it sorted,” Rafe raises his voice a little, “I’ll talk to you later.”

You wait in the doorframe of the lounge where he was pacing back and forth. He hangs up the call and drags a hand through his hair, turning around to you.

“Just business,” He waves the phone flippantly, stuffing it back into his pocket.

You stay silent.

“So, what did you want to do today?”

“Are you kidding?” You raise your brows at him, folding your arms over your chest, “After what happened yesterday you thought it was a good idea to just walk in here and act like everything’s normal?”

“What do you want me to say, (Y/N)?” He shrugs, “I apologised, didn’t I?”

“You apologised because you thought it would solve things yesterday, Rafe!” You defend, flailing your arms in his direction, “That’s not enough. You just wanted to get over the argument, not actually admit that you were in the wrong.”

“Look, I was drunk, okay?” Rafe defends, “You don’t want me to enjoy myself anymore?”

“Oh you’re unbelievable,” You run your hands through your hair, “Enjoy yourself all you want, asshole, just don’t show up at my house and expect me to pick up the pieces and be at your beck and call constantly.”

He sighs as the silence settles between you as he crosses the length of the room to you, pausing when he is just a metre in front.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry about the other night, and I’m sorry about yesterday,” Rafe cautiously reaches his hands out to grab your waist, “I just got drunk and I wanted to see you and I know I went about things in the wrong way.”

You don’t look up at him, staring down at his shoes on the carpet.

“Come on, you know you can’t stay mad at me,” Rafe squeezes the flesh of your waist, dipping his head to try and catch your gaze, “Am I forgiven?”

Eventually, you flick your eyes up to look at him and he’s smiling down at you, his eyes brightening as soon as they catch yours.

“I still hate you,” You mumble, trying to stop yourself from smiling when his seemed to be so infectious.

“I know you do,” Rafe returns, wrapping his arms tighter around you and burying his head in your neck.

You let out the breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding and relax just a little into your touch, the tightness in your chest seeming to not let up just yet.

Both of you spend the day together after that, he waits whilst you finish a few things around the house and even helps you with a few of the chores, and then tells you that he wants to take you out. You drive down to the beach and he parks up in a spot near the ice cream shop and buys both of you a cone, making sure to hold your hand the entire way as the two of you walk down the sand. He breaks contact only when his phone starts ringing and it takes him no longer than two seconds to reject the call. You talk about the stupid things, the little things and the bits you wouldn’t tell anyone else.

“So,” Rafe wraps his arm around your shoulders, his fingers still laced with yours now close to your chest, “What do you want to do tonight?”

“Don’t you have plans tonight? Topper mentioned that you guys were meant to be doing something,” You frown, your fingers squeezing his hand tightly.

“Yeah, I can cancel,” Rafe shrugs, “I’ll tell them I’m busy.”

“No, no, you don’t need to-“

“Movie night? Order a pizza?” He suggests, “You can choose the film.”

And, for just a moment, the clench in your heart seems to lessen just a little. He points out a bird swooping down to the water and rubs your arm to warm you up when a breeze swoops over the sand, he swipes your ice cream from you when he’s finished his and ends up with a stripe of it down his nose before he gives it back. You’re laughing and square one feels a lot more possible than it had done yesterday.

~~~

The following morning, Rafe is already gone when you wake up. There’s no note left by your bed like he would’ve done when you first got together, and this time he hasn’t even sent you a text. A fair few months ago, you’d lost the optimism that he might ever just be doing something romantic - like running you a bath, or making you breakfast downstairs. He wasn’t that kind of boyfriend, not on the majority of days anyway.

You go downstairs just as Topper is coming in from the gym, shaking a drink in his hand.

“So you and Rafe are back to normal?”

You go to respond but he cuts you off.

“I saw him leaving early this morning, on the phone to someone. Did he tell you where he was going?”

“No,” You sniff, sitting down on one of the stools at the kitchen island, “I guess he had work to do.”

Topper comes over and leans against the same side of the island, his back against the marble as he turns his head to face you, “Did he apologise?”

You nod, “Yeah.”

“And did he realise why he was in the wrong? Or did he just apologise until you forgave him?”

“Topper,” You warn him.

He shrugs his shoulders at you, “You say every time that you don’t know how much longer you can do this, and then you do it. How much longer before he does it again?”

“I don’t know, Topper. He’s my boyfriend,” You shake your head, “You know? He’s been my only boyfriend. I couldn’t imagine it ending.”

“But you could imagine doing this for the rest of your life?” He gestures to you as if the sadness is evident in every part of your being, like it is obvious that your battery is wearing thin, that you were running on your last ounce of energy.

You don’t respond to him then and he knows better than to try to press you.

~~~

You’re on your way back from running some errands when you decide to swing by his house. This could be normal. You could just pull up to his house, knock on the door, he’d be happy to see you, he’d explain where he’d gone this morning, he’d ask about your day. But then that would never be normal for you, would it?

You find yourself knocking anyway, stepping back from the door as you wait for it to open.

“Look I don’t know why you think that I-“ Rafe cuts off as he opens the door, faltering slightly as he sees you.

His phone is pressed between his ear and his shoulder, a bottle of whiskey held in his hand as the other settles on the door handle. He looks at you for a second and then a second longer before turning back to the house, disappearing into the lounge as he continues his conversation, pulling the door to the room shut behind him. A wind swipes over the porch as you stand just outside and you try to remember the feeling of his hand on your arm just yesterday. Though it feels fleeting and disappearing when you think of it for too long. You let yourself inside and close the door behind you, sitting down on the bottom step of the staircase, tucking your knees into your chest.

Your eyes fall to the clock on the wall, watching the seconds hand turn around the circle, the minutes hand trying to keep up. You time your breaths with the seconds as they move, certain that the last thing that you wanted to do was start to cry now. The minute hand ticks over again. And again.

It has ticked seventeen times before the lounge door opens and Rafe steps out, still looking down at the screen of his phone.

“Hey,” He says, glancing up, “Did you want something?”

“Did I want something?” You raise your brows, “I wanted to see my boyfriend, Rafe.”

“Don’t start with this,” He practically rolls his eyes, “I have stuff to do, okay? I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Maybe because you haven’t spoken to me all day!” You defend, standing up from the step, “What is this? You treat me like I’m just around whenever it’s convenient.”

“I have priorities (Y/N), I have things that I need to do, I have shit going on-“

“Yeah,” Your voice breaks a little, “You have priorities and I’m not one of them, am I?”

Rafe puts a hand to his forehead like he’s already losing the last bit of patience that he still had, pushing his hand out towards you as if in defence, “I didn’t say that. Okay? You’re twisting it.”

“Twisting what? I’m clutching at fucking straws here to get anything from you Rafe! I don’t know how you expect me to do this.”

“Do this?” Rafe scoffs at you, “If you don’t want to be here, then go.”

You’re silent. The air now sitting stale between you. In this moment, it felt like the first time you’d properly questioned leaving. Every time before this you’d been lying to yourself - telling Topper or your friends that you weren’t sure how you felt. You were always sure. You were never going to leave him before this, no matter what he did. But right now, you’re not sure what has changed, but you start to question it all.

“You know yesterday,” You clear your throat, “That was the first good day we’ve had in months. Months. At first, I thought I couldn’t even remember the last good one, but then I realised it was your birthday, two months ago. We had one day yesterday where things felt normal, and even then the day had started with an argument. And then I wake up this morning and it’s back to this again.”

Rafe doesn’t say anything, the tension in his face relaxing into something closer to worry.

“I can’t keep waiting around for the one good day, Rafe. This,” You gesture between the two of you, “This doesn’t work on one good day.”

“(Y/N) don’t say that,” He clenches his jaw, “It’s just a bad patch, that’s all it is, I’m busy and you’re busy and we don’t have-“

“I’m done listening to excuses, Rafe,” You swallow the lump in your throat, “I can’t be there when it’s convenient, and I can’t be a spare part.”

“(Y/N), come on,” He reaches out to take your arm but you flinch away, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“I’ll get Topper to pick up my stuff,” You nod slowly, “I’ll see you around Rafe.”

When the air hits you outside, it’s like the realisation does too. And there is just a single part of you wondering if you’d ever turn back.

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suyacho · 5 months

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BOO! ft. arataki itto

content warnings: gn!reader - fluff but lowkey cracked fluff? - horror mentions - reader & itto a scared shitless of horror LMAO - cursing - big baby itto towards the end? - probably ooc

note: this was much better in my head and it isnt my best work but i hope you guys enjoy it either way🥹🫶

“You want to watch a horror movie?” you frown, raising an eyebrow as you stare at your lover who proudly has his arms crossed. “Yeah, why?" Are you doubting the one and oni?” Itto questioned, sounding slightly offended at the thought of you doubting him, making you chuckle.

“Of course not– I’ll just remind you that I’m terribly scared of horror.” you answer, scooting closer to him on the couch. “I know! That’s why I’ll protect you.” Itto told you, wrapping an arm around you and scrolling through movies on the TV.

Truth to be told, Itto was also scared shitless, if not, he was even more scared than you. Still he was set on watching a horror movie with you after countless hours of hyping himself up in preparation for this.

Why? It was simple, one conversation with the guys led to the other, and next thing he knew they were talking about romantic things; one thing apparently being protecting your partner when they were scared during a horror movie.

You didn’t question the sudden suggestion, you just rolled with it, knowing Itto was trying his best to romanticize your already good relationship even more each day.

Saying you were scared was an understatement, but just for today, you were prepared to suck it up. Especially because he looked so excited and set on his plans, and you loved this side of him, even if sometimes his plans weren’t the smartest.

“Itto?” you broke the silence as he continued scrolling through the horror section. “Yes love?” Itto answered, finally clicking on a movie that looked okay. Swallowing a breath as he reads the warnings, praying that you didn’t notice.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked once more, not wanting to force him into anything he didn’t want just for your or his pride’s sake. “You are doubting me.” he pouted, a slight playful tone lingered in his words and you slapped him playfully.

“ ‘m not, just play it.” you laughed, resting your head on his chest comfortably. “You chickening out?” Itto teased, trying to ignore his nerves with jokes. “Are you sure you aren’t?”

“Alright— I’ll start it.” Itto smiled, pressing play and putting the remote down. “Here goes nothing.”

“I’ll protect you? "Really?" you questioned, throwing Itto’s words right back at him. “Sorry, can we p-please turn it off?” Itto answered, the two of you trembling in each other’s embrace after one of the worst jumpscares.

Neither of you were made for horror but what was funnier was the fact that Itto, someone much bigger than you was on your lap, curled up like a little kitten, his back facing the TV.

“Finally.” you laughed, turning the TV off without daring to look at the screen, not when you were shaking with fear and had your boyfriend on top of you. You knew this most likely would’ve been the outcome, still you didn’t mind at all. “Sorry.” Itto mumbled, sounding defeated as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

Itto truly thought it was a smart plan and that it wouldn’t be that bad, he just wanted to be a little romantic yet his plans fell through the roof at the first jumpscare already. His pride was hurt and he was embarrassed, not because he was scared around you, but because his plan failed, having a little dip.

“It’s okay love.” you reassured him, noticing the clear shift in his mood. “Let’s just never watch horror ever again alright? We both don’t like it.” you ran your hands through his hair as you spoke, your fear from the movie slowly leaving your body as you focused on your lover.

“I’m never following advice from the guys ever again.” Itto mumbled under his breath, breaking the silence and you giggled, shaking your head at his words. “Let’s not listen to them, at all.” you told him and in this moment, all Itto did was agree when usually it was the opposite.

“And never force yourself to watch horror, even if you want to look cool– I know you don’t like it and I love you as you are.” you reassured him, knowing his pride was most likely hurt.

“Are you sure?” Itto pouted, finally facing you, defeat plastered all over his face and all you did was nod. “100% sure, let’s never do that again.” you answered, pecking his lips sweetly. “Yeah– I’m sorry for making you watch it.” he apologized, a sudden wave of guilt washing over when he remembered how you were also scared of it and he failed to “protect” you.

“It’s okay Itto, I promise.” you reassured him and he nodded, resting his face on your shoulders, relaxing in your embrace. “And fuck horror.”

“Yeah, fuck that.”

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choiwonder · 1 year

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KISS ME MORE — [ PROVE IT ]

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synopsis: it’s february! tis the season to be filled with cuddles, kisses and love! only problem is you’re single! so what do you do? cry to your coworkers about another not-so midlife crisis you’re having!! in hopes of cheering you up, beomgyu decides to set you up on a blind date. was this the best idea? no. of course not. you should have listened to the others attempts to stop you from saying yes, not aware that it’d be the parent of one of your students.

“hey,” yeonjun steps into the classroom, sliding the door closed. you’re standing, leaning against the desk. he immediately points to a chair, “why don’t you have a seat?”

“i’m fine,” you send him a tight lipped smile, “what do you want?” it’s overwhelming watching him take slow steps towards you, eyes observing your every movement and expression.

“sit down,” he insists, referring to the seat next to him.

“no thanks.”

“sit down, y/n.”

“i’m busy,” you sigh, deciding to stand your ground against him. the last thing you wanted was a situationship where you were left with consistent doubts and wondering what you were to him, “i have a job and parents out there who require information. i don’t have time to come running down to empty classrooms just because you want to see me. sitting down isn’t gonna happen, so what do you want, yeonjun?”

“you.”

“goodbye, yeonjun,” you push yourself off the desk.

“oh, come on!” yeonjun groans, voice raised.

“what?” you match his level of tone, “you don’t get to act like that! you were the one that wanted to end this!” you think i’ll just take you back just because you asked?”

“i made a mistake,” he proclaims quickly and you scoff, feeling the need to laugh in order to hide the fact you desperately wanted to cry, “i should have listened to my own feelings rather than getting advice from others. i don’t think i could ever get over how you’ve made me feel.”

“stop… you should be out there with the mother of your child but you’re here and worried about getting back with another… fling?”

to call yourself as such was admittedly difficult, you had to swallow the distaste that bubbled up your throat.

yeonjun stands from his seat, hands raised as he approaches you, “that’s not what you are to me! you’re more than that.”

“am i?” your voice cracks, shooting a terrifying pain straight to yeonjun’s chest. he couldn’t stand to see your glossed eyes stare at him, “i know i fucked up with not telling you i needed space and posting the pictures of me and taehyun but you know how i feel about you, yeonjun… but because of your history i have no idea what you think of me,” you suck in a breath, “even tonight you came here hand in hand all over each other after saying it’s better to break this off, what am i supposed to think of that?”

“that’s different…” he speaks, shaking his head, taking steps closer to fill the space, “you’re different… all of that was for show… to be cordial. i want you, not her… i’ve told you multiple times that what i think of our relationship is better than anything i could’ve had with her.”

“show me!” you yell, “all these words keep coming out your mouth but show me!” you explain, eyes wide and blown out of frustration, “i’m not a fantasy. if you want me, earn me! you want me? then act like it! i’m sick of promises and words. i need to see actions.”

he stands in front of you, eyes staring you down, “i can show you that. let me prove that i’m willing to argue and make this work. so please…” yeonjun stresses, “come back to me — forgive me, i want you — i need you.”

“please stop,” you suck in a breath, pressing a hand to his chest.

he cups your cheek, faces only inches apart, “c’mere.”

you shake your head, desperately wanting to ignore the feeling that bubbles in your stomach when his lips press against your cheek.

“no,” you whine, not sure whether to lean in or push him away.

both hands are at your cheeks, tilting your head up, “stop, look at me, look,” he recognizes the false pretenses behind your rejection, keeping a firm grip.

your eyes sheen under the light as his own stare you down. your hands wrap around his wrist, attempting to pry him off. he knows your scared, he knows there are underlying doubts still roaming but he wants to prove he can turn it into trust.

“it’s okay,” he assures, the air from his lips draft over your own and you were sure he could feel your body tremble along with how tight your hands grip his wrist, “let me show you.”

his lips press to your own, eliminating any space between you. he’s holding your face firmly in his hands, sucking in your last bit of your air as he relishes in the feeling of what your lips are like as he guides the way they clash. both your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, his thumb gently wiping away the stray tear that falls.

“i’m sorry,” yeonjun whispers, pulling only centimeters back, finger pacing along the skin of your bottom lip, “i want this, i want us.”

“i know… but i need more than that… you need to prove it.”

“was the kiss not enough?” yeonjun grins, catching your hand before you could smack it against his chest, “kidding, i’m kidding,” his smile only widens as his thumb grazes your cheek, “how about we start with a date? start over… as if we were on our first date, hm? is that okay, honey?”

“a real date?” you raise your brow, suspicious of his offer.

“anything for you.”

you’re silent as yeonjun awaits your reply, only staring at him as you make this tempting decision, “please,” his hands target your waist, lightly squeezing the flesh, “you’ll love it, baby, i promise.”

you sigh, biting your bottom lip out of nervousness, “…okay… but last chance, yeonjun.”

“yeah?” he smirks, pinching your cheek between his thumb and pointer finger.

you nod, satisfying his response, “i’ll see you once i get off?”

yeonjun nods, giving you a quick peck, “i’ll be waiting for you.”

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 1 year

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Ikemen Villains - Part 1

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories. Spoilers under the cut. Expect mistakes.

What is happiness?

It’s like the twilight sky that changes color as soon as it’s imprinted in your eyes.

It holds your heart forever, yet you can never have the same thing again.

(Yeah, I really don’t know what I’m doing. I need to get my shit together.)

Today, Victor invited me for some tea.

I thought he was going to end the day peacefully with a chat and laughter, but he eventually dropped one heck of a bomb.

------------Flashback------------

Victor: Oh, right. Regarding your first job as a fairy tale writer.

Kate: Yes, what is it?

Victor: I want you to choose one of the crown members and spend time with him as your lover.

Kate: Pardon?

(L-Lover?)

Kate: H-Hold on, even if you ask me to choose, I still don’t know anything about一

Victor: That’s right, Miss Kate!

Victor: I’ve been up all night trying to figure out how to get you to know them better, and I finally came up with this idea.

Victor: Well, what can I say? I’m a genius! It’s already late, so you better start tomorrow. I’m so excited.

---------Flashback Ends---------

(I ended up agreeing, though, thinking that if I didn’t get their trust in my first job, they would kill me.)

(But getting to know each other deeply as lovers? How can I even handle such a ridiculous job?)

(I almost got run over by a carriage just thinking about it.)

I looked down at my sprained ankle, trying to avoid the speeding carriage, and sighed.

(There’s no point in dwelling on it.)

(First, l need to talk to Roger and get him to lend me some bandages.)

As I was dragging my feet to the stairs leading to the entrance...

Ellis: What happened to your foot?

Kate: Whoa! Huh? Ellis?

Ellis: Does it hurt?

My heart skipped a beat when Ellis popped up, probably on his way home from somewhere.

Ellis: Did you hurt yourself?

That fateful night, Ellis was the very person who asked if he could kill me, but I managed to survive by becoming a fairy tale writer.

(Shortly after that, he proposed to make me happy.)

I couldn’t help but feel an unspeakable unease.

Ellis: Let me patch you up. Put your arm around my shoulder and hold on.

Kate: Kyaah!?

When he saw my swollen foot, he lightly lifted me into his arms without hesitation.

Kate: I-I’m fine! I can walk!

Ellis: We need to check it properly. Roger’s not at the castle tonight, so I’ll take a look at it.

He ran to the basement, ignoring my resistance.

(He’s used to it.)

He deftly bandaged my sprained ankle.

I was a little embarrassed when he exposed my bare feet, but he was very serious and did only what was necessary to patch me up.

Ellis: How did you get hurt?

Kate: I was spacing out, thinking, when I accidentally twisted myself avoiding the carriage.

Ellis: Carriage, huh? What are you thinking about?

(I don't know if I should tell him, but maybe he can give me some advice.)

Kate: Victor told me that my first job is to spend a day tomorrow with someone from the Crown as a lover.

Kate: With my foot like this, I think it'd be best if I don't move around too much so that I don't cause any trouble.

Kate: Ellis, do you know someone who might agree?

He finished fastening the end of the bandage and stared at me, then spoke up.

Ellis: I'd like to do that.

Kate: Huh?

Ellis: I'd like to act as your lover.

(He would?)

Kate: W-Why?

Ellis: Because I want to make you happy while you're here.

He repeated the same words he had said to me that night we met.

(Why would he even want to do that to someone he'd never met before? Someone he was willing to kill?)

Ellis: I don't want you to look sad after tomorrow. No?

(I have to admit it feels kinda weird, but...)

I couldn't just ignore the carefully wrapped bandage and the worried look in his eyes.

Kate: O-Okay.

Ellis: Yay.

He laughed happily and lifted me again.

Kate: I’m fine now that you patched me up!

Ellis: Nope. I already know that you’re the kind of person who cares about other people’s problems even when you’re hurt.

Ellis: I don’t believe you’re okay, so let me walk you to your room.

Kate: That’s too much.

I tried to protest, but Ellis had no intention of letting me down, so I was forced to stay in his arms.

Ellis: For tomorrow’s plans, can you tell me what makes you happy?

Kate: Um, eating good food?

Ellis: Hmm. So, let’s buy some good food and have a picnic.

Ellis: I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning. I look forward to having you as my lover.

Kate: Sure. Likewise.

(I feel like my crazy first job just went by so fast.)

(It’s going too well. I should be more careful with him, but...)

I stared at the carefully wrapped bandages and knew that he treated them with care.

(I have a feeling I’ll be fine with him.)

Ellis: Morning, Kate.

Kate: Good morning. What’s that?

The next morning, he picked me up in my room as promised, carrying what looked like a wheelchair.

Ellis: It’s a wheelchair. It’s not easy to get it, so I made one.

Kate: You made it...? Wait, why?

Ellis: I don’t want to strain my lover’s body.

(Lover?)

Kate: Don’t tell me it’s for my sake!?

Ellis: Yeah. Hey, try sitting down.

I sat down fearfully as he urged me and found the chair was so comfortable.

When he pushed from behind, the wheels turned smoothly, and the chair moved forward.

Kate: This is so cool. You know all this useful stuff, and you can make it.

Ellis: I used to look it up and just remembered it.

Kate: Thank you. I’m happy, but you’re exaggerating. I didn’t break any bones. I can walk.

I lifted my hips to get off, but一

Ellis: I don’t want you to get worse and not be able to walk, so no.

Kate: !?

He suddenly hugged me tightly from behind the chair.

Ellis: I’ll take you wherever you want and lift you by the chair if there are stairs.

Ellis: So all you have to do today is sit here.

I couldn’t stand up or even move as he held me in his arms and whispered, confused by his gentleness.

(But maybe this is how he treats his “lover.”)

(Is it weird to ask him to stop when he’s helping me to spend time as a lover?)

Kate: Okay, thanks.

Ellis: Yeah. Since this is my first date with you, I’ll do my best to make it the happiest day of our lives.

Part 1╏Part 2╏Premium End╏Epilogue

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spiderrrling · 2 years

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The piece of advice Steve Harringon gave Eddie Munson about girls, and all the times he decided to ignore it

Summary - Exactly what the title says

Warnings - Absolutely none, just fluff and probably some spelling/continuity errors

A/N - Based on this post by @loveronlineee, Will this is for you, I apologize for the rambling, please be aware I'm very high on pain meds writing this

Masterlist - Taglist

Neither of them really knew exactly when it had happened, but Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington at one point became friends. It had happened sometime after their adventures in the upside down, all of that shared trauma worked really well for establishing a friendship.

Which now meant that now Eddie Munson could frequently be seen hanging around Family Video at any and all hours just to chat with Steve and Robbin, or Steve could be seen hanging out at the Munson trailer to share a beer.

Steve was clueless about a lot of things in life, but one of the few things that he really seemed to understand was girls, what they liked and how to properly ask one out.

He’d known you for a couple of months after you had started playing with the Hellfire Club, and ever since then you had completely occupied his mind every free and busy moment he had. And it was driving him absolutely crazy how much he was thinking about you, but whenever he talked to you he could never actually seem to tell you just how he was feeling.

Eddie would open his mouth, this big speech all planned out in his mind, where he would tell you how you feel but then there would be nothing.

“Eddie?” You asked when Eddie didn’t say anything

“Yeah?”

“You said you wanted to ask me something?”

“I was wondering if you could give me a copy of your character sheet? I kind of lost yours…”

“Again? Yeah, I’ll get one for you tomorrow-”

It was another night of Steve coming around after work for a beer and a chat, it wasn’t much but it was something they both enjoyed more than they cared to admit to the other person.

“Hey Steve… how do you like- get so many dates?” The words coming out of his mouth were almost unintelligible, and his eyes were dead focused on the lip of his beer can, refusing and unable to look over at Steve where he was sitting just next to him.

“Are you asking me girl advice Munson?” Steve on the other hand had no qualms about looking at Eddie, and Eddie could hear the deep grin that must have been plastered to Steve’s face. “Is there… someone? A girl?”

“I knew I should have asked Robbin,” Eddie mumbled beneath his breath and let his head fall back in frustration, a heavy sigh escaping from his parted lips. “Forget it I’ll figure it out-”

“So, there is a girl!” Steve scooted closer to Eddie so he could nudge him in the ribs with his elbow.

“It’s easy all right-” Steve said as he pretended to ignore the death glare Eddie was giving him, “all you have to do is pretend that you don’t care, it’ll drive her crazy.”

“That sounds like a horrible plan,”

“It works trust me,”

“I’m starting to think this was a mistake,”

But Steve made sure to list out his most carefully crafted piece of ‘fool proof’ Harrington dating advice

“Just pretend like she doesn’t exist dude, it’ll drive her crazy you’ll see-”

Now Eddie Munson was not one to really follow advice, even if he did technically ask for it, especially when it sounded like horrible advice. And after just a little bit of contemplation he decided to forgo just about everything Steve had told him.

The first time Eddie ignored Steve’s advice, he left a note in your locker for you to find. It hadn't even been a full twelve hours before he collectively defied everything Steve had said.

The note wasn’t much, simply just a scrap piece of paper with his almost unintelligible handwriting scribbled across it, due to the past couple of months in Hellfire you were able to decode the mess of graphite on paper.

I think that you look really pretty today

It wasn’t signed, but that didn’t matter. No one else had handwriting like Eddie’s, and you could have picked it out of a million if you were asked to.

That was the day Eddie officially asked you out, and much to his delight you actually said yes.

The second time Eddie ignored Steve’s advice, was when he got you flowers for your one-week anniversary. He didn’t buy them, mostly because he didn’t have the money to do so. But he did pick them, painstakingly by hand and wrapped them up in paper to give to you.

In fact, he went against Steve’s advice on every small anniversary or celebration, always insisting on making it a big deal where he could pull the dramatics up just a tad bit more.

“Where’d you get these Eds?” You would ask as you admired the bouquet of flowers you were holding in your hands.

“Ms. Harris’ garden, but they were so beautiful I couldn’t resist.” He’d reply, with the biggest grin you had ever seen plastered on his face as he asked you if you liked them.

The third time was when he knew you had a really bad day and decided to sneak into your room,

He had parked his van a couple of streets from your house and walked the last bit, collecting small pebbles and rocks as he made the trek to your house.

Standing below your window he tossed them up, careful not to break the window. Throwing one, two, then three rocks before you finally appeared in the frame of the window, the soft yellow glow of your room illuminating you from behind, and to him you looked like an angel.

“What are you doing- are you trying to break my window?!” you whisper screamed down at him.

“Wanted to see you s’all, mind if I come up?” But it wouldn’t have mattered what you answered because he was already climbing up to your window, careful not to be too loud knowing your parents were most likely home.

“You didn’t seem to be in the best mood today,” Eddie said when he had finally finished his climb into your room, his heavy boots kicked off by the window still. “I’m not,” you replied, with your hands crossed over your chest.

“We can’t have that now can we?” Eddie spent that entire night with you, keeping you company as you fell asleep against him and whispering sweet nothings to you while he carefully carded his fingers through your hair.

“You know, I think I might be the luckiest person in the universe, even when you’re in a bad mood you’re still the most beautiful person I have ever seen,” Eddie whispered just as you were falling asleep in his arms.

The fourth time he wrote you a song,

You were sitting next to him on his bed, in his messy bedroom in the tiny run down trailer, your legs touching slightly as he strummed away on his guitar and you were lost in your book.

“Hey-” Eddie grabbed the book from your hands, tossing it to the side with little care as you protested, “I have something for you to listen to.” And you quickly let your protests fall cold on your lips as Eddie started strumming away at his guitar.

His fingers working expertly across the strings, you always loved watching him play, his face scrunched up just enough with concentration as he worked. But what surprised you that day, was when he started singing.

With his soft and velvet like voice Eddie sang to you the words he had been racking his brain for what felt like forever to him, he wanted them to be perfect. And while afterwards he insisted it was nothing, it still made your heart soar.

The fifth time Eddie asked you to prom

Eddie never expected to go to prom, or to be allowed to due to his constantly slipping academic performance, which had barred him his first two senior years. But this year graduating was the only thing left on his mind because there was no way he was going to be staying another year in Hawkins while you left.

He didn’t have much experience in exactly how to ask someone to prom, or really why there was such a big deal made around them. But it was for you, and he was willing to do just about anything.

Spending the entire night painting on the biggest piece of poster board he could manage to find, four letters and a question mark, the letters were a little shaky, and not clean by anyone’s measure.

P R O M ?

Maybe in the grand scheme of things it wasn’t much. But it was something he had done for you, and he hoped that would be enough for you to say yes, and luckily it was.

Eddie climbed up on one of the cafeteria tables, sign in hand and lifted high above his head as you walked into the room, he didn’t say anything but as his eyes met yours and he saw your smile creep onto your cheeks he knew you would be saying yes.

“Sooo what do you say? Go to prom with me?” Eddie asked when you finally walked over to the table, and he had successfully climbed down.

“Like I could ever want to go with someone else,” you whispered to him and threw your hands around his neck as you pulled him in for a kiss. It turns out, Steve Harrington doesn’t give bad advice, as long as you don’t listen to it.

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loversipod · 1 year

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New Year’s Eve Party

Summary: Y/n doesn’t like New Year’s Eve at all. Harry she got in trouble with Harry but Niall let’s her forget all this and the time.

Pairing: deaf!niall x fem!reader x best friend!harry

Wordcount: 1.3k

Trigger warnings: none

A/N: I would be so happy if you give me some feedback :)

Sometimes y/n hates Harry. He never tells her anything. She hates it! Sometimes she meets some random hook-up in their flat and she needs to make small talk. It makes her go crazy. He’s a bad roommate.

Here is an example; Sometimes Niall stays over and she doesn’t know. When this happens she leaves the room as fast as she can to make herself pretty. He can’t see her with sleepy eyes and no bra on. She doesn’t feel comfortable without one around new people.

All in all, she finds him attractive. But let’s be honest, Harry has a lot of attractive friends. He finds it funny when she runs away from Niall. He told y/n that Niall always makes confused faces. He never understood why she did it, but he found it kinda cute from her.

“Seriously tell me when he stays over,” she says hotly.

“Why? It’s fun to see you so flustered and in love,” he teased her. She wanted to slap him. Harry got slapped a lot of times by her for stupid reasons in his eyes, but he gave her some stupid comments. She almost did slap him, but Niall stopped her with a hand on her arm. It’s a good thing he can’t hear them. “That’s what I mean,” he murmurs under his breath.

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Luckily Niall left. Sometimes he’s annoying. He’s not annoying, but Harry annoys her with his comments. Y/n hates these comments she can’t count anymore how often she cried, because of them. He does the same to Niall, but she doesn’t know yet. All in all, Harry is a good friend but when it comes to advice in love he’s a bad friend. He joked about them because he never had luck. That’s his way to show he cares about y/n love life a little bit. He tried.

“But you throw no party?” She asks him while pouring some noodles into a box for noodle salad. He wraps his arms around her waist and kisses her cheek. It made her cheeks grow a little warm.

“Making my favourite?” She nodded and it made her smile that he enjoyed her salad. It’s his favourite food after her potato salad. “No, I don’t think so I’m too tired for that.” He whispers in her ear.

“What ‘bout the person you are seeing? Are they nice? Spill some tea.” She turns around she swore she saw a spark in his eyes she haven’t seen in years.

He chuckled, “I only tell you, if you tell me about your lover boy.” Y/n eyes widened, and she felt how her cheeks grew even warmer. Her gaze is on the ground with the hope Harry didn’t see her cheeks. He can’t see that she have this reaction because he mentioned her new Christmas friend.

H said lover boy to him to her friend Niall.

“We are friends, nothing more. What else should I say?”

“Platonic friends with a big ‘P’ in platonic?” She murmured a quiet ‘yes’ and turned around. “They are so nice to me and so adorable. When I complimented them. Their cheeks grew so red.” He has this big smile on his lips. It’s not often like that but she loves seeing him like this all happy, it’s good for him.

“H you like them a lot,” she pushed him a bit to the side. “Invite them over, please.” She makes some puppy eyes. She wants everything to go well for him.

He rolls his eyes at her, “I’ll think about it,” he kisses her head and leaves the room to take a shower.

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Y/n knew Harry was up to something, but she didn’t know what. Now she knows. This guy is unbelievable sometimes. She asked him for no party. Now she stands before their door and hears loud music blasting inside. When she opens the door she sees a drunk Harry.

She tried her best to ignore him but he followed her. “Why are you on the run?” He can talk properly and he isn't that drunk.

“You throw a party you promised me no party at all,” all she wants is to start quietly on the new year, not with music blasting through the whole building.

“The party is for you,” he takes another sip from his cup.

“For me?” She raised her eyebrows and her voice for the first time at Harry. He has seen y/n often getting mad and he was afraid that she would be mad at him, but now it happened. Harry wanted to answer her but she left the room.

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Y/n enjoyed her dinner, the food is the best one the holidays. Harry wanted to apologize a lot to her. He loves her, but sometimes he just does stupid things and tries to make her happy. It worked a lot, but this time he messed up.

Y/n lays in her bed. Her legs pulled up to her chest. She couldn’t help it but cry. She hates this day so much, H knows why and he pulls shit like that. She doesn’t understand why he did that. He promised her. He never breaks a promise to her.

The door creaked as it was opened, and her face turned at the door to see her new brown-haired friend. It makes her smile to see him. He has a new notebook in his hand which means the other one is full. Y/n sits up, and Niall closes the door behind himself. “Hi,” she whispers and wipes her tears with her sleeve away.

‘What’s wrong?’ He writes down in the new red book. His handwriting looks so pretty. Most guys have a ugly handwriting, but Niall’s handwriting is beautiful and you can read it well. Two more things that are good about him.

She takes the pen from his fingers, ‘just Harry, he promised me no party. Why are you here?’ He looks sad too.

‘H invited me, he said you’d be happy to see me,’ she grins at his answer. That’s true y/n is happy to see him. She missed him and she hasn’t seen him in a while. ‘I know you. Why are you so sad, it’s not because of H.’ He writes down. Y/n hesitated to take the pen.

‘I don’t feel comfortable sharing it.’ His warm lips press a kiss on her wet cheek. She hasn't noticed that more tears have fallen.

This goes on for a while. Niall loves talking to her. He even showed her some new things that she can use, only easy things to remember, for now. Her blue-eyed friend made her laugh a lot. He loves to see y/n happy.

After a while, they ran out of things they could talk about. Y/n assumed that Harry is now hammered. That means she has to sit with him in the bathroom while he throws up. She’s a good friend.

Niall looks through her books. Only one hour left until it’s midnight and the new year starts. Y/n started to read her book. Niall looked through her shelf. He owns some of the same books she has and knows not all are so innocent. He picks one, placing his body on her bed with the colourful pillows and the three blankets she has. Her linen are clean and keeps her warm at night. She freezes so easily.

The last hour goes by so fast. They haven’t noticed before the clock strikes twelve times. Niall moved closer to her warm body and pressed his lips against her hot cheek. No midnight kiss for her this year, but maybe next year again.

She knows this year will be different. She has a new friend. It must be a good year. Maybe her friend will become more who knows. All thanks to Harry that he has Niall as his friend. He has amazing friends, and Niall is an amazing friend to her. She loves Niall and Niall loves her too as a platonic friend.

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faebaex · 2 years

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Part of the Cursed with the Gift of Reincarnation series

author note: i can’t stray from Lilia for too long, he just keeps dragging me back and i’m not complaining ◡‿◡

Please note that this is a female character.

characters: Lilia Vanrouge x F!Fae Reader

warnings: mentions of injury, mentions of ptsd/ptsd symptoms, mentions of blood

Lilia could feel his heart warm every time he saw you. Your smile. Your laugh. The way your nose wrinkled whenever someone told a particularly bad joke. Whenever he told a particularly bad joke.

At first, he wondered if you were a ghost. Of course he knew, better than anyone, what the gift of reincarnation was. He remembers how you would cryptically joke that it was more of a curse than a gift, that you were destined to live your life following the same path, whether you wanted it or not. And the worst part? That it was a path that would lead the two of you away from each other, prompting you to either sneak around under shadow in an attempt to grab precious shards of time together, or push each other away in an effort to make it hurt less.

Sometimes he didn’t even realise he was staring. So of course occasionally you’d catch him with his eyes locked onto you when he couldn’t bear to tear his eyes away. You’d tease, good natured gibes fired his way that he’d fire straight back, only making your beautiful face shine more as your smile widened and cheeks glowed.

Lilia found himself becoming greedy, covetous. Any excuse to spend time with you, he’d take. And he must admit, student life suited you well. Seeing you so carefree - excelling in some classes, struggling in others, making friends, trying things you’d never had the chance to try before...

What he came to crave the most were the domestic moments you shared. Sometimes he’d help you study, or you’d ignore your homework altogether to listen to one of his many tales. However, his favourite was when you’d join him in the kitchen, even if he couldn’t convince you to sample his dishes...

“What I don’t understand is, when you’ve got a perfectly good potato,” you held up a potato for emphasis, “and a perfectly good seasonal vegetable,” you waved a carrot towards him, “why do you feel the need to add mandrake to the dish?”

“Nutrition is very important for a growing fae, you’d do well to remember.” Lilia hmphed, stirring his boiling pot of who knows what.

“Perhaps you should take your own advice then? I think you still have some room to grow.” you teased, sticking you tongue out for good measure. Lilia’s grin grew and his red eyes sparkled with peculiar glint, “oh you have no idea. Regardless, look at the size of Malleus. Sebek, even! There is no greater proof.”

You snickered. “You know,” you hummed, taking a bite out of a raw carrot as you came closer to inspect his cooking pot, “I read the other day that if you eat too much nutritious food, it can turn you orange. I thought pink was your colour?”

“I’ve been known to change my style on a whim,” he needled back, before dipping a wooden spoon into his mystery pot, “now I do need a taste tester, if you’d be so kind...” You scooted back as he held the spoon out towards you, holding your hands out defensively.

“No way, you lost me when you added tentacle to the mix,” you turned back to your side of the counter, returning to chopping your vegetables, “I’ll stick to my own cooking, thanks... Aaouch!”

The spoon fell out of Lilia’s hand as soon as he saw the blood spill down your hand, an oppressive ringing beginning to sound in his ears. The glint of the knife dropping out of your hand and falling towards the floor filling his stomach with dread.

Lifeless eyes, not staring up towards him but through him, never to sparkle again, never to light up again... Pale lips, devoid of colour, never to smile again... Cold skin, devoid of warmth, never to welcome him in it’s warm embrace again...

... lia...

Blood. Blood staining you everywhere. Your hands, your face, your chest... It marred you with it’s unsightliness...

... Lilia...

A strangled, rage-filled cry filled the space, sounding monstrous. He didn’t even realise the sound was coming from his own throat as he cradled your body to his, as if he could push some of his own life into you...

“Lilia!!”

Lilia blinked, his mind snapping back to the present. He had hold of your wrist, your hand held under the running water over the kitchen sink. You were staring directly at him, concern clearly painted on your features.

“Lilia... You’re kinda... My wrist...” you spoke carefully, and that’s when Lilia realised how tight his grip was on your wrist, loosening it immediately but still holding firm enough to keep your injury running under the stream of water. “It’s just a small cut,” you spoke again, in an attempt to soothe, “I’ve had much worse,” you joked, only for Lilia’s lips to downturn fractionally. You had no idea how right you were.

You both stood in silence as Lilia ensured that your injury was well flushed, and you chewed your lip in thought. Lilia’s expression was the most serious you’d ever seen it, and his eyes appeared guarded and melancholy. He shut off the water and cradled your hand in his palms, a tingling sensation spreading across your hand as the tell-tale green wisps of his magic coming forth to close the wound.

“Lilia...” You murmured carefully, not wanting to upset him further, “do you not like blood?”

Lilia stayed quiet for a moment, seemingly focused on ensuring that your wound healed fully, even though such an insignificant cut didn’t require such attention. Eventually, his eyes met yours again and he gave you a smile, but it didn’t meet his eyes.

“I hate blood.”

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esha-isboogara · 2 years

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it’s cold outside

i wrote this after i forgot my hoodie in the rain last week. it’s short stupid and sweet the esha signature trio. enjoy my fellow simps

din djarin x afab reader

y/n is a stubborn mf but din is a patient man

☆ fluffy fluff fluff. that’s about it

Weather was not easy to predict as it varied from planet to planet. You usually just dressed for how you assumed it would be. And of course today happened to be one of the coldest day despite it being the middle of summer.

Somehow Din always knew what the weather would be like. No matter what.

And you still ignored his advice on clothing.

You shivered, crossing your arms in a vein attempt to preserve your body heat.

He looked down at you.

“Cold”?

You shook your head determined to seem tough. “No no it was just a chill. I’ll be okay don’t worry”.

He shrugged off his dark cloak and wrapped it around you. “You’re so damned stubborn. But I cannot allow you to freeze to death. Take it”.

Again you shook your head in protest. He had told you about a thousand times to at least bring a cloak since the desert was below freezing at night.

You made the wise decision to not listen.

“Keep your cloak Mandolorian. I am able to manage on my own”. You huffed indigently.

“You are going to be the death of me”. He replied ,stopping in his tracks and turning towards you. “Please take the cloak Y/n…I care about you and I don’t want you to get sick

For a brief moment you hesitated unsure of how to react. Din was a discreet lover, not too fond of affection but the little things always seemed to fluster you.

“I guess I’ll take it but only because you are ever so insistent”. You snatched from his hand and wrapped it around your shoulders. The fabric felt refreshing against your freezing skin. “Thank you Din…”.

He nodded and kept walking doing his best to keep pace with you and not leave you behind. In all honesty he didn’t really need the cloak for himself. The beskar armor kept him at a comfortable temperature in most climates but he figured you’d need it halfway through.

“You’re such a stubborn brat y/n, but I will admit it only makes me love you more”.

#star wars #star wars writing #i love sun #din djarin my beloved #star wars x reader #star wars fluff #mandolorian x reader #the mandolorian #din djarin fluff #din djarin x reader #drabble #fluffy drabble #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #he is literally boyfriend material #Spotify

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wooahaes · 2 years

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Hi, I’m not sure if you’re still accepting requests for the prompt list but I figured I’d give it a go! If you’re not accepting still, feel free to ignore this, but I’d like to request Minghao with prompt #1. Please and thank you! Congrats on 1K again! Take care! ❤️

yours (but also mine)

pairing: non-idol!the8 x gn!reader

word count: 0.4k~

warnings: n/a for content, just fluff. intentional lowercase + no proofreading.

daisy’s notes: men wearing my clothes tho... ok...

minghao was probably the most fashionable person you knew.

the man had an eye for style. you knew this, as did pretty much all of his friends. although you always worried that he would pick apart your outfits once he had full access to your wardrobe, he always told you that he liked how your style defined you. if you wanted his opinion on something, all you had to do was ask for it. whether that was just a general “do i look fine?” (which was always met with a “you look enchanting,” because as much as minghao didn’t want to admit he was a romantic, you had stolen his heart), or a question between two shirts, minghao was always honest with you--maybe with an added layer of kindness because he was admittedly softer with you than his friends.

(”it’s not fair,” soonyoung had whined when asking for advice.

“they’re my partner,” minghao had said, throwing a pair of jeans that didn’t look like they were being held together by threads. it was a first date--either commit to shorts or wear jeans that don’t show almost his entire leg. save something for marriage was what minghao would quip when he’d recount the story to you later, just to earn a laugh out of you. “you aren’t.”)

except minghao wasn’t honest about one thing. when he moved in with you, he subconsciously considered his wardrobe doubled. most of the time he’d ask if he could borrow one of your shirts because it fit his look better. other times...

“minghao.” you folded your arms across your chest as you watched him emerge from the bedroom, adjusting his collar. “is that my jacket?”

he stopped in place, looking down. “yes? do you want me to put it back?”

“is there a reason why you’re wearing it?” you pouted at him. “you always steal my clothes.”

“i’m making a statement,” he continued on.

“you’re going to meet up with your friends--”

“that i’m yours,” he rolled his eyes. “if you want me to take it off, i will. it ties together my look and it’s obvious it’s yours. do you want me to take it off?”

you felt the heat rush to your face, a shy smile tugging at your lips. “oh.” he liked being yours. “you can keep it.”

“good,” he pecked your lips. “i’ll see you later. and then,” he kissed you once more, “you can have it back however you want.”

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #minghao x reader #xu minghao x reader #minghao x you #xu minghao x you #the8 x reader #the8 x you #the8 fluff

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Ellis Twilight — Wicked Love Blooming In The Dark Night Story Event

Chapter 1 & 2

I do not own any contents of Ikemen Villains. This story being uploaded in this blog belongs solely to CYBIRD. Please support them by downloading their games and buying their stories. Both English and Japanese are not my mother tongue languages, please keep in mind that there will be mistranslations and added words for my own preferences. I translate for my personal entertainment and for my own practice only.

—What is happiness?

It’s like a twilight sky that immediately changes colour the moment it catches your eyes.

It will never let go of your heart forever, but you will never get the same thing again.

—

(Ah, what am I really doing? I have to get it together.)

I was summoned to the castle by Victor today and had an elegant tea time with him.

Just when I expected him to end the day peacefully with a friendly chat, he ended up dropping an outrageous bomb.

///// Flashback Begins /////

Victor: Ah, that’s right. Your first mission as a “Fairytale Master.”

Kate: Yes! What is it?

Victor: I want you to choose one of the Crowns to be your lover.

(This, lover…?)

Kate: Hey, wait a minute. Even if you say so, I don’t know anything about anyone in the Crown.

Victor: Yes! That’s right, Miss Kate.

Victor: I spent all night thinking about what I should do to get you to know them better and I finally came up with an idea.

Victor: Hmm, I’m a genius! It’s already late today and this job’ll start tomorrow. Hmm, wha, I’m so excited.

(I nodded involuntarily, thinking that my life would be lost if I wasn’t trusted in my very first mission.)

///// Flashback Ends /////

I wonder if we should get to know each other deeply as lovers… How should I deal with an expected first mission?

Because I was wandering around and the road ahead is rocky, I almost got hit by a Brougham, a horse-drawn carriage.

I looked down at my sprained ankle that was avoiding the galloping carriage and signed.

(But there’s no point in worrying about it, right?)

(Let’s talk to Roger first and borrow him some bandages or something.)

As I’m going up the stairs leading to the entrance while dragging my foot—

Ellis: What happened to your leg?

Kate: Wha…! Eh, Ellis-kun?

Ellis: Are you hurt?

Ellis: What’s wrong with your foot?

I was so surprised that my heart jumped out to Ellis, who suddenly appeared on his way home from somewhere.

Ellis: Does it hurt?

That night when I managed to escape from being killed to shut me up by becoming a “fairy tale master”,

Ellis, “Shall I kill her?” That’s exactly what he said.

(Shortly after that, he said something like a proposal to “make me happy”…)

I can’t help but feel an indescribable unease.

Ellis: I’ll take care of you. Put your arm around my shoulder and hold on to me.

Kate: Wha!?

As soon as Ellis saw the swollen foot of mine, he picked me up easily without hesitation.

Kate: Oh, it’s fine! Because I can walk…

Ellis: Maybe it’ll be fine if I take a good look. Roger isn’t here in the castle tonight, so I’ll take care of it.

Ignoring my resistance, Ellis ran lightly into the basement.

—

(I’m kind of used to it by now…)

In front of me, a bandage was skillfully wrapped around my sprained ankle.

I was a little embarrassed the moment I showed my bare foot, but

Ellis took the treatment seriously and only did what was necessary, he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all.

Ellis: How did you get hurt?

Kate: I was walking while thinking, so I accidentally twisted my ankle when avoiding the carriage.

Ellis: A carriage, huh? …What are you worried about when you were thinking in that moment?

(I’m not sure if I should talk about it …but maybe I’ll get some good advice from him.)

Kate: …Victor told me that it was my first mission to spend a day with someone from the Crown as a lover tomorrow.

Kate: I think it’s better not be able to move around too much, so that I can spend time tomorrow without causing any trouble with my ankle like this.

Kate: Ellis-kun, do you have any idea who is capable to be that person?

When Ellis finished fastening the edge of the bandage, he stared at me and then opened his mouth.

Ellis: That’s what I want to do.

Ellis: I want to play the role of your lover.

(Ellis-kun…?)

Kate: Why?

Ellis: Because I want to make you happy as much as possible while I’m here.

Ellis repeated the same words he said that night we met.

(Why would you feel that way about someone you just met for the first time…and even attempted to kill someone you didn’t know?)

Ellis: I don’t want you to look sad when tomorrow is over …No?

(Honestly, I feel uncomfortable, but…)

The carefully wrapped bandage and the worried look in his eyes.

I couldn’t be cold or suspicious of him.

Kate: It…It’s good.

Ellis: …Hooray

With a happy smile on his face, Ellis picked me up again.

Kate: I’m already fine with a bandage…!

Ellis: …No way. I understand that you are the type of person who cares about others’ troubles even though you are injured.

Ellis: I don’t believe that you’re fine. Let me carry you to your room.

Kate: That’s such an over-evaluation of me…

I tried to get against him, but Ellis didn’t seem to have any intention to give up.

I was forced to stay silent in his arms.

—

Ellis: I want to know about you, so that I can use it as a reference for tomorrow’s schedule. What are you doing that makes you happy?

Kate: Um… Eating something delicious, or something?

Ellis: Hmm. Well then, let’s buy something delicious and have a picnic together.

Ellis: I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning. Then, please treat me as your lover.

Kate: …Yes. I look forward to working with you.

—

(I feel like my first mission, which is outrageous, has progressed in a blink of an eye.)

(I feel like I’m doing pretty well, and I should be more wary of Ellis…but)

I stared at the carefully wrapped bandage.

I don’t know why, but there was no doubt that it was treated thoughtfully.

(…If it’s Ellis, I think I’ll be fine.)

—

Ellis: Good morning, Kate-san.

Kate: Good morning. …What is that thing?

The next morning, as promised, Ellis came to pick me up at my room—

He was carrying something that looks like a chair with attached wheels.

Ellis: It’s called a wheelchair. I made it myself because it’s not that easy to get one.

Kate: You made it yourself… why?

Ellis: Because I don’t want to put a burden on my lover’s body.

(Lover…)

Kate: No way, it is for me…!?

Ellis: Yeah. Hey, sit down.

I timidly took a seat as prompted, and found that the chair was so comfortable that I could sit for a long time.

When Ellis pushes from behind, the wheels turn smoothly and the chair moves forward.

Kate: That’s amazing. It’s such a convenient thing and you can make it yourself.

Ellis: There was a time when I desperately researched about it… I still remember that.

Kate: Thank you very much. I’m glad. But it might be an exaggeration because I didn’t break any bones. I can walk though.

I lift my hips to get off, but—

Ellis: I’ll be in trouble if your ankle gets worse and you can’t walk, so it’s no good.

Kate: …!?

My body was hugged tightly from the back of the chair.

Ellis: I’ll take you wherever you want to go.

Ellis: Even if there’s a step, I’ll lift the whole chair.

Ellis: You just need to sit here today, okay?

Ellis whispered while hugging me, who couldn’t stand up or even flinch.

I was bewildered by the excessive kindness, as if I was wrapped in floss.

(But… maybe this is the attitude Ellis has towards his “lover.”)

(Even though you’re on a mission to spend time as a lover… It’s strange to tell you to stop…?)

Kate: I understand… Nice to work with you…

Ellis: Yes. Because this is my first date with you.

Ellis: I’ll do my best to make it the happiest day.

—

Ellis: The baguettes here are really delicious.

Ellis: Victor missed eating those and was sulking for a while.

Kate: Huh, I’m looking forward to eating it. Which one would you like for jam… Ellis-kun, What do you recommend?

Ellis: Marmalade is the most popular item here, but I often buy cranberry ones.

Ellis: But I don’t like it if you’re not good at eating it, so choose what you like.

Kate: Don’t worry, I love both of them!

Ellis: Then, let’s buy both.

Kate: Eh…both!?

Baguettes, jams, honey, ham, and pickles, we were shopping for this and that.

(Because Ellis recommended many different shops one after another.)

(The picnic is still being prepared, but it’s a lot of fun.)

Kate: Even though we lived in the same London, I had no idea that there was a store like this…

Ellis: Searching for a good restaurant is my hobby.

Kate: Maybe it’s to introduce the restaurants you found to people like this?

Ellis: …Why do you think so?

Kate: That’s… I’m somehow watching the interactions of the people in the city.

I was afraid that the wheelchair would be looked at with strange eyes, but the people of the town were surprisingly tolerant, and

It seemed that Ellis was well known for being kind to everyone.

Machinist man: Well, Are you making stuff like that again, Ellis-kun? If you have time, please help me at our factory again.

Ellis: Okay. If it’s next Tuesday, Jude told me to take a day off.

A boutique clerk: Oh, Ellis-kun! Just the right place. Uh-huh, can you hold this for me for a moment?

Ellis: Like this? This dress is the one Ted bought the other day. Is it going to be sold?

A boutique clerk: Now that’s okay! Thanks to Ellis-kun introducing us to a great buyer, we’re now in a great condition.

A boutique clerk: Well, are you still working at that dangerous yakuza company?

Ellis: I have a promise with Jude, so I’ll be with him until that promise is fulfilled, i guess?

Old woman selling fruit: Ara, did you get hurt, young lady?

Kate: Ah, yes. Twisted my ankle a little bit.

Ellis: Hi …Ah, the medicine you said you wanted before, it is available at Bates-san’s pharmacy.

Old woman selling fruit: Did you remember me? I’m glad. May I add this apple as a bonus for you?

(Ellis is devoted not only to me but also to everyone…)

I can understand why people in this city love him like this.

Ellis: …You’re smiling. What’s wrong?

Kate: Whenever I look at Ellis-kun, I don’t know why but I feel like somehow my heart becomes warmer.

Ellis: Hmm..? I’m not sure, but it’s cute.

(Is it…?)

Ellis: My basket is already full. It’s about time, shall we go?

(…Maybe being able to say things like that easily is the secret of being loved by many…)

—

I held a basket full of things that we’ve bought.

When we arrived at the beautiful flower garden, I unfolded the basket.

Kate: Hmm! It’s true, this baguette is so delicious…!

Ellis: I’m glad that you like it… I’d recommend you to put a lot of butter on and toast it a little.

Kate: …Let’s keep it for some and take it home, I want to do that in tomorrow’s morning.

Ellis: Haha, okay. I’ll peel the apples, so wait for me a minute.

I’m drawn by how Ellis really treats me like we’re real lovers, I can’t help but feel lighter.

Thanks to his kind concern, my heart has been so light since this morning.

When I sprained my ankle, I never thought that I could live in peaceful moment like this.

Kate: Haa… I’m so happy.

Ellis: …Really? That’s good.

Ellis: —Hey, Kate-san.

Kate: Hmm, what?

Ellis: How happy are you now?

Kate: Hmm, well… I might be the happiest I’ve been in the past few months.

Ellis: Okay…

Ellis muttered while playing dexterously with a black blade knife he used to peel apples.

Ellis: Isn’t it difficult to make people think that they are at the happiest in their lives on their first date?

Kate: Oh, Is that what you were aiming for?

Ellis: Yeah. Yes, an apple.

Ellis offered an apple that was beautifully peeled and cut into bite-sized pieces.

(Uh, oh, you were talking about an apple? It’s so embarrassing of me…)

While thinking so, I opened my mouth gently and playing the role of his lover.

(I can’t believe I’m going this far for my first mission… Ellis is really dedicated, how should I put it?)

(…How can you be so empathetic to other people’s happiness?)

Ellis: Kate-san… Have you ever thought that now is the happiest to the point that you wished the time to stop?

Kate: Wished the time to stop…?

Ellis: Yes. This moment is completely perfect… I think I don’t need no future anymore, something like that.

Kate: Well… I don’t think so.

Ellis: Yeah… Good.

Kate: Good?

Ellis: Because… If you haven’t felt to that point yet, it means that I can make you feel the supreme happiness someday.

(…Such a sweet line, I was told something like this for the first time.)

(I wonder what you’re serious about… Now that I playing as a “lover”, I have to get on too!)

Kate: Well, then I’ll make Ellis-kun the happiest person too!

Ellis: …Me?

Kate: Of course, right? Even though you're playing as a lover, it's sad to just see you make me happy unilaterally.

Kate: When is Ellis-kun happy?

Ellis: I…

Ellis: …I can’t think of any.

(You think so much about other people’s happiness, but you have no attachment nor an obsession with your own happiness…)

That imbalance is strange, and I think it’s a glimpses of Ellis’ personality from what I’ve seen today.

Kate: Then, let’s find out together, the moment Ellis-kun is happy!

Ellis: …Ah!

Kate: Huh?

Ellis: Maybe it’s when you’re laughing.

(When it comes to pampering your “lover”, I’m definitely no match for Ellis.)

I almost took the pretend play seriously, but I quickly turned my head away.

Kate: Please tell your real lover about that instead.

Ellis: What’s that?!

Kate: Those sweet words are to please your real love one only.

Ellis: I just said what I thought. And…

Ellis: You did look a little happy though.

Kate: …uh

He stares at me as my face is getting hot.

Ellis: …..

Ellis seemed to come up with something. When I blinked my eyes, he gently pushed me down.

Kate: Wha… Oh, wait, Ellis-ku…

Ellis: If I were your real lover, would you be more honestly happy with me?

Kate: …Eh?

Ellis: I want to be your lover, because I feel like I can make you happier.

Ellis: Be my true lover, Kate-san.

I looked up in stunned at Ellis, who was covering me with his body.

Kate: …Don’t tease me.

Ellis: I’m not kidding you.

(I just met you, and it's the first time we've spent time together like this, but to think that we're going to be lovers.)

(Even if it's just a pretend play, it's a bit too much.)

Kate: Well… —I know you're doing a lot of things to make me happy.

Kate: That kind of things is for the person Ellis-kun likes.

Ellis: I like you. …Still no?

(…Are you serious?)

Ellis: I will make you happy.

Ellis: Because that’s what I live for.

Those words that seem to have been a one-sided love for years are obvious lies,

The twilight-colored eyes staring straight at me were tinged with a strange heat, as if he was telling his true feelings.

(What… Something is wrong.)

I feel the illusion of Ellis's arms placed on both sides of my face are locking me in like a cage.

It's as if if I nodded, accepting his proposal, I wouldn't be able to go anywhere anymore.

Kate: Well, I’m…

Kate: I don’t know much about Ellis-kun. I can’t answer you that.

Ellis: …Yes. I understand.

Ellis gently lifted himself up, he also gently held my body.

Ellis: Then, I will teach you a lot more of me from now on. Until you know me enough.

Kate: …Yeah.

Ellis is still smiling calmly, but—

In my body, the disturbing illusion I had just tasted was entangled like a ivy.

While we were talking about trivial things, the sun went down and the wind became cold,

Ellis put me in a wheelchair again and we went back to the castle.

(I really couldn't walk for almost all day...)

When we stepped into the depressed forest that leads to the castle, Ellis suddenly stopped his feet.

Kate: Ellis-kun, what’s wrong?

Ellis: Wait a minute, it might be a problem. …Even though it was a happy day.

Kate: Heh…?

Ellis: If you're scared, close your eyes. It'll be over soon.

Masterlist

Chapter 1 & 2 >> Premium End >> Epilogue

#ikemen villains #ellis twilight #ikemen series #ikevil #ikemen games #honestly i feel like he would be the kind of person who’s possessive yet gentle #ikemen mc #ikemen villains story event #ikevil translations

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thatredheadwriter · 1 year

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Snowed In

ezra x f!reader

You and Ezra are snowed in at your little cabin and there’s nothing to do but each other.

I wrote this back before Christmas, but I’ve been a little distracted lately with my job that I hate and trying to figure out what I’m going to with my future. However, as the new year starts, I’m committed to doing more things that make me happy, which includes tumblr-ing and writing. I’ve missed this, and I’ve missed you. I hope you enjoy.

This is an NSFW oneshot for female reader with Ezra of Prospect. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18. As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however, I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon-level violence.

Content Includes (but is not limited to):

Set in canon universe

post-movie Ezra (aka one-arm Ezra)

No mention of Cee

Snowed in with Ezra

petnames (Junebug, bug, sweetheart)

Swearing

Slight D/s dynamics

Threats of orgasm denial

Oral (f receiving)

Fingering (f receiving)

Anal sex (f receiving)

Aftercare

Cuddly Ezra

Please read at your own discretion and remember to consume your fanfiction responsibly.

It’s eerily silent when you wake next to Ezra, save for his soft snores that fill the dark room. But even those seem muffled as you sit up in bed. You hiss when your feet hit the cold floor, and you wish you’d heeded Ezra’s advice last night when he’d told you that the two of you ought to trade off keeping the woodstove going. Now it burned dim, only ashes and embers glowing in the bottom of the firebox.

You don’t realize how much snow has fallen until you’re restarting the fire with fresh kindling and dry brush, and you stand to peek out the window. Everything you can see is covered in a heavy blanket of pristine white--deadly and beautiful.

“Come back to bed, bug,” Ezra rasps behind you, and you turn to see him spread out in the dim light, his broad, scarred chest out on display like a piece of art.

“Gotta get this fire started, Ez,” you shake your head at him, the lazy bastard watching you do all the work.

His words drip with promise, “I’ll warm you right up if you’ll only return to me, my little Junebug.” Words unsaid send a shudder down your spine.

Ezra is absolutely insatiable. Last night he’d laid you out on the rug under your feet and eaten his fill until you were physically unable to cum anymore, and he’d relished in the way his beard was soaked through with your many releases. After, he’d fucked his fist and cum over your tits before cleaning you with his mouth as you tried to catch your breath.

But it seems he still wants more. You could have seen it coming though, he can never resist fucking you when you wear his clothes, and you’d pulled on his discarded thermal at some point in the chilly night.

“It looks like we’re snowed in” you comment, like your mind hadn’t just replayed all the orgasms he’d given you in the last twelve hours, soaking your panties. “Hope you didn’t plan on getting out today.”

“You know exactly what my plans are bug,” Ezra growls, and you know you’re getting to him.

“I thought I might fix some breakfast, at least get some coffee started,” you muse, hiding your smile by stoking the growing flames. He hates to be ignored, and you can feel his irritation growing from across the room.

The springs of the mattress squeak and you look back to see Ezra propped up on his one arm, gaze harder than any aurelac boring straight into your own. “Bug, don’t test me,” he warns, a dangerous edge to his voice that makes you clench around nothing.

“Why not?” you ask defiantly, only a slight shake to your voice as you clench your thighs together.

Ezra is a patient man, and he knows the game you’re playing. It’s not a new one and he knows just what strings to pluck that will have you singing in his embrace.

“If you continue to defy me, little Junebug, I promise you won’t cum until we burn through the last of the wood in that pile.”

Your eyes widen when you realize he’s looking at the stack by the door, about four feet by four feet, enough for at least two more days in this remote little slice of paradise the two of you had built.

“Now come over here and let a starving man break his fast.”

A tiny squeak escapes your lips as you bound toward the bed and jump underneath the covers, giggling as Ezra peppers you with kisses.

“I love you,” he groans into your neck as a peck turns to a nibble. “Now let me warm you up little Junebug.”

His hand snakes down your torso, dipping into your panties and finding the wetness already pooled between your folds. You whimper into his mouth as his rough fingers circle your clit, and your hips buck up against him.

“Already so wet for me, darling,” he teases, sliding his hand down and slipping two thick fingers into your waiting cunt. “Did you enjoy teasing me?”

You don’t answer, too content with his ministrations to search for words to answer him with, but he pulls his hand away in retaliation.

“Yes, yes I did!” you gasp, hand flying down to clutch his wrist and keep him from moving away.

“Filthy girl,” he admonishes, nuzzling your ear.

“Please, Ezra,” you plead, rolling your hips against his fingers. Your orgasm is building quickly and you know the more you beg now the more forgiving he’ll be when it comes to letting you release.

“What do you need, Bug?” Ezra coos in your ear.

You whimper as he finds the spot inside you that makes your eyes roll. “Need your mouth, Ez.”

He chuckles darkly and pulls his hand away before you can protest. But he’s moving toward the foot of the bed and you know what’s coming next.

“Got my Junebug addicted, have I?” he asks with a hum, settling between your legs and tugging your soaked panties down your legs.

“Kevva’a yes!” you throw your head back as he dives in, his tongue lapping eagerly at your clit as he scissors his fingers in and out of you. “Fucking addicted to you, Ez. Your fingers, that fu-ucking mouth,” your breath hitches as he nips at your clit, “Your cock too. Feels so good when you’re splitting me apart.”

A wave of pleasure washes over you and one of your hands leaves the bedding to tangle in Ezra’s curls, making him moan into your cunt as your nails scratch across his scalp.

“Gonna cum, Ezra,” you moan, bucking up into his face, but he doesn’t stop. Instead he pushes deeper, harder, grunting into you as you release on his tongue, riding out your high against his face.

It’s too much and not enough all at once and you simply can’t get enough of Ezra. Your fingers in his hair tighten and you use your grip to pull him back up your body so you can kiss him, the taste of your own release making your cunt clench again.

“I need you inside, Ez,” you pant when he finally pulls away for a breath.

He seems to be contemplating something for a moment.

“Gonna let me fill this tight little ass?” he asks, leaning in to nip at your bottom lip as his hand palms your ass.

The thought makes you leak out onto the sheets below. You’d been toying with the idea for a while, Ezra easing you into it with his tongue and fingers and plenty of lube. It was dirty and filthy and yet Ezra held you so delicately when he teased you there, calling you his sweet little Junebug, urging you to relax in that sultry sweet voice you’d come to think of as home.

“Do you have the lube?” you breathe, and Ezra nods, eyes dark.

He leaves your side for just a second to retrieve it from the bedside drawer.

“I want you to fuck my ass, Ezra,” you purr, nuzzling into his neck. You feel his breath hitch and it makes your heart swell. He knows what this means, and the trust you’re placing in him.

“Shit, Junebug. How can I say no to that?” He places one last kiss to your temple before moving over you, shedding his underwear and letting his hard cock bob up against the swell of his stomach. He pushes your knees until they’re nearly to your chest, spread so he can watch your face as he coats his fingers with the lube before teasing open the puckered ring of muscle between your cheeks.

Ezra’s eyes flit between where his fingers are working you open and your face, completely transfixed by the way your face reacts to the way he’s pulling you apart.

“Do you think you’re ready for me, sweetheart?” he rasps, hand withdrawing from your ass to palm his cock, now aching and red.

“Please, Ezra, fuck me,” you beg, wiggling your ass and pulling your knees closer to your chest.

He’s slow as he pushes in, your hole and his cock already glistening with a generous layer of lube. It’s a different sensation than when he fills your cunt, but he feels even bigger this way, closer.

When he’s fully seated inside of you, you both lie there for a moment in the silence, listening to your labored pants of pleasure mixing in the cool morning air.

“Fuckin’ move, Ez,” your nails scratch down his back, and you can’t help but clench around his length inside of you.

Ezra wastes no time finding a pace that leaves the both of you breathless, his hand tangling with yours and pressing into the bed as he fills you over and over again. He’s babbling above you now, words pouring out of him like a fountain.

“Squeezin’ me so damn tight, Bug. Can’t believe I’m so close to you. So fucking close you to,” his brow is furrowed tightly and you can tell he’s getting close to his release. Your hand not pinned by his slips down between you and finds your clit, rubbing hard.

“I’m gonna cum, Ezra,” you assure him, meeting his gaze. “Come on, Ez. Fill me up. I want to feel it,”

A strangled noise leaves his throat and you feel his length twitch inside of you, spurting hot ropes of cum into your ass as you tip over the edge into a soft release that leaves you trembling beneath him as he rides out his high.

The two of you stay joined together for a moment after you’ve cum, you comfortably smushed under Ezra’s familiar weight. But eventually he pulls away, making you whine as his cock slips out of your gaping hole.

You watch his back as he disappears into the small bathroom, returning after a minute redressed in a pair of thermal pants and a washcloth in hand. Ezra is gentle as he cleans his spend from between your cheeks, only once getting distracted by the trail of cum dripping out of your ass.

He tosses the rag aside, a problem for later, and rejoins you in the bed, pulling you close to his body.

“Thank you, Junebug,” he murmurs into your ear, hand slipping under your shirt to trace circles on your tummy.

“I think I should be thanking you, Ez,” you chuckle, twisting your neck so you can kiss him sweetly. “I’m certainly not cold anymore.”

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hello!! could you please write class 1a with a fem! former/ex villain reader? 💞 have a good day!! :) (headcanons i think)

class 1a with ex-villain reader

characters: katsuki bakugou, denki kaminari, and eijiro kirishima

warning(s): fem!reader, she/her pronouns, sfw, trust issues, references to past trauma, some angst,

note: thank you for the request 🤍!! since you didn’t say any specific students, i picked three random ones. if there’s anyone i missed that you wanted to see, let me know so i can write for them as well :))

another note: this is not proofread, i saw this request a day late and i felt bad for taking so long so i wanted to hurry and post it. sorry for any spelling mistakes :,)

i no longer write for mha!! this is my one and only mha fic.

Katsuki Bakugou

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we all know bakugou already has issues trusting people and opening up to them, but they get even worse when he finds out you used to be a villain.

you see how he treats his friends? well just imagine how he treats the people he doesn’t like (*cough cough* you).

it takes him an insane amount of time to even be able to look in your direction without tensing up and leaving the room, honestly without the help and reassurance of kirishima he would have never talked to you in the first place.

the moment he approaches you with his shoulders slumped and his hands stuffed in his pockets you could’ve sworn your heart stopped for a second. where is the real bakugou and what have you done with him?

“maybe you aren’t so bad.” he’d grumble then walk off again… okay seriously who is this?

he’d start off slow. sitting closer to you and giving you at least one sentence responses at least once a day, he starts taking you up on the offers you made to work with him that have previously gone ignored, and eventually he even agrees to see you out of work/class.

talking to you seems to still be a hard obstacle for him, but he secretly likes it when you keep the conversation going even after he shows his disinterest.

many times has he gone to kirishima for advice for how to talk to you and trust you more. “c’mon man, she’s learned from her mistakes! people can change, and she has. you just have to give her a chance to show you how.”

during one of your now frequent walks after class, he silently reaches over and grabs a hold of your hand. this of course causes you to stop talking and loose your train of thought. he catches sight of you glancing at him like a dear in headlights and rolls his eyes, huffing and pulling his hand away. this doesn’t phase you one bit, you’re just happy that he let himself loose for once. you start to have hope for your future with him and can’t help the smile on your face.

Denki Kaminari

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like bakugou, it takes denki a while to trust you. but he doesn’t show it like bakugou does.

denki talks to you and hangs around you, but he doesn’t tell you anything personal or let himself get to attached to you.

he wants to believe you’ve changed, and in someway he does. but the knowledge that you used to be a villain, one of the bad guys, intimidates him.

while hanging out with bakugou, mina, kirishima, and you, he leaves his room and goes to the lounging area downstairs to find some snacks from the vending machines. he doesn’t expect anyone to follow him, so imagine his surprise when you of all people tap on his shoulder. he jumps and immediately tenses.

“sorry for scaring you, but i wanted to talk to you alone.” you spoke out into the dimly lit room. denki stares at you, eyes wide and mouth fallen open for almost a whole minute before realizing, shaking his head and breathing out a laugh. “uh yeah, what’s up?” you begin to awkwardly ask him what he thinks of you and to be honest. “i’ll understand, i won’t be mad.” he honestly thought about lying, but he lost his cool and told you all about how you scare him.

after seeing the dejected and hurt look on your face along with tears in your eyes, he apologizes profusely. you cut him off with a quiet laugh and a reassuring smile. “you don’t have to apologize, i don’t want you too. i understand how hard it can be to trust me after what i’ve done. but i do want you to know that i have changed.” your words were calm and collected, catching his attention in the best way. “will you let me?” with that, he found himself nodding.

ever since that night, you and denki have been hanging out alone more often. he’s been opening up to you and having genuine fun with you. he’s caught himself staring at you while you ramble about anything and everything numerous times, and he even starts to rest his hand on your arm or even take your hand in his.

the time he knew he fully trusted you, was when he realized you fully trusted him. here you were, fast asleep with your back against the wall and your head resting peacefully on his shoulder. your hand was wrapped around your waist while your other was linking around his arm. he stared at you the whole time with a smile on his face.

Eijiro Kirishima

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kirishima believes that almost anyone can change, and he believes you have.

if anything, he was happy to have you with them! of course he was wary at first, but after seeing you interact with everyone and how upset you were at the people whose first reaction is to be rude and push you away, he knew you changed or you were at least trying.

when no one would talk to you, he’d come up with the brightest smile on his face and ask you about your day. when you’d sit and eat alone, he’d excuse himself from his usual group and move to sit and eat next to you (not before asking of course). when it seemed like no one wanted you around, kiri was there for you.

it took about the same amount of time for him to trust you as it takes him to trust others. he doesn’t immediately start opening up to people, but once he befriends you it’s fair game!

kirishima makes sure to add you to his schedule so you know you’re wanted and cared about. he spends time with you, he takes you places, etc.

he’s already a pretty touching person, so holding his hand, hugging him, piggy back rides, and surprise shoulder massages aren’t an odd occurrence (doesn’t mean they don’t make the butterflies in your stomach freak out).

kiri soon finds himself wanting to spend all his time with you and dreading your time away from each other. deeper feelings have started to form and he doesn’t mind it one bit. he wouldn’t want it any other way.

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