#most beautiful temple in japan

[sleepybbie]

#TRENDING ! | nagi x reader

summary: your and nagi’s name seemed to be in the main headline of hashtags on twitter when you woke up one day…

proplayer!nagi x idol!fem!reader

warning! mentions of threats and hate comments,

a/n: this fic is based on episode 9 of season 2 of aggretsuko on netflix when they found out retsuko and tadano were dating TwT

it really wasn’t tensional.

you were feeling lonely, and so did he. nagi followed what you told him. he thought if he were to hide through his identity with a cap, mask, and some glasses, then he wouldn’t be easily recognized by the public, and then he would be able to meet up with you in secret with no one to disturb you two. go at his place, exchange kisses and words of affirmation, cuddle and have your time together.

the pro football player, going out with one of the most beautiful known idols in japan. basically you. it was a death sentence at just that.

ever since your manager, sara, allowed you to date someone after the success of your first solo album to be released, you had never been more happy to tell nagi the news, in which he too was delighted, kissing the temple of your head after. finally, you don’t have to hide your phone every time she checks.

your manager says that if this information were ever to be turned in public, there’s a chance that your career would have a turn for the worse, and that you have to keep it private.

fans are crazy, she says. and she wasn’t wrong.

you received a couple of threats from letters you thought were fan letters, and even some during your concerts, in which they were gladly taken away by security and were banned from ever attending to your concerts. being famous is scary, but nagi had became your comfort after all of that. that’s why you dated him. surprisingly, you two have already been dating for 3 years, in secret from your manager even. only his best friend reo knows about your relationship and so as your two closest friends. they were amazing at keeping secrets.

you promised your manager that you would try your best to keep a low profile when going out, using the same method every famous people do when walking outside in public—which is wearing a disguise.

since the two of you were famous, you told nagi that the best disguise is just a simple cap, mask, sunglasses and an attire that would look plain. nagi took these suggestions in mind, and used them one day during a rest day. you were used to wearing disguises, so you had a usual waiting for you in your hotel room. you had finished doing a song rehearsal, and nagi messaged to you if you wanted to go out on a date for your free day.

without thinking, you said ‘yes.’

maybe you should always take your manager’s words in your head all the time. and the thing is, she had no idea you were dating him.

wednesday, 11:02am

sara sat down on the computer chair as she slammed the finished documents over her desk, stretching her arms up in the air along with a tired sigh escaping her lips. she just finished her paperwork for your album, talking to various producers who’ll help you out and such, making schedules and plans afterwards.

thank goodness it was a rest day, you were probably busy anyways and she doesn’t want to do anymore work for she only messaged to you about the upcoming rehearsal you were having on friday and to prepare. and that was that. the stress she was having at the moment irked her.

“it’s like seeing my old self…ugh, my back hurts..”

without saying anything more, she opened her computer, google, then checked out the latest news. maybe a little drama could spice up her boring day..

“new trial; kiinomori, says not guilty,” boring.

“a car crash happening after a cos event, yesterday,” do car crashes always happen now?

“japan’s new technology shocks the tokyo community,” eh, not interested

“wanted: extra line artist,” why are you even looking for help here on the news website??!

‘even the news are starting to become uninteresting…well at least the crime rates aren’t going up any sooner..’ she thoughts to herself, clicking on the mouse to see if there were any particular headlines that might catch her interest. maybe about you would be nice.

however, something stopped her from scrolling.

“photo of japan’s football genius and japan’s most beloved idol’s lovey-dovey date.”

her eyes widen a little. no, that was impossible. you wouldn’t find a boyfriend that soon, right? and a football player? no, far too impossible..it just might be another idol, yeah. maybe even a colleague? yeah, that must be it.

steadily, her mouse clicked on the news page, and in an instant it opened.

“are the two going out as friends? or something more?” was what the article stated in the first sentence. sara took a good look on the photos, and all she could see was what she recognized to be the genius nagi seishiro’s back, his white hair flowing out of the cap on his head, holding a lemon tea drink in his hand, and the other in his pockets. nagi seishiro, the proclaimed genius football player who participated in the blue lock project? dating? sara barely knew anything about him, but woah.

beside nagi, was a girl smaller than him. sara couldn’t see her face, so she went forward to scroll down for more pictures.

that moment when she continues to scroll down on her computer, eyes intensely trying to take a good look on the photos took by the secret paparazzi, they kept only taking shots of nagi’s face, not even bothering to let the viewer look at who he’s with. her patience was almost running out…

that was until…she finally identified who the footballer was with.

time pauses, the tranquil silence was eerie, and sara felt her heart stop at the moment. jaw dropped, eyes wide, and the cup of coffee she bought at starbucks almost fell to the ground, a drip of the coffee falling on her desk.

“y…y/n..?”

then the whole public went on fire.

“WHATTTTTTTTTT???????!!”

“EEEEHHHH????”

“HUHHH????”

“HAHH?????”

“FOR REAL?????”

“HWHSHUHHHH???”

“OH MY GOOODDDDDDDD??????”

the article, with now over 2 million views, ended the statement with, “will the two get married soon??”

“a-aha..ahaha..they’re joking right?? y/n with t-that guy..? ahaha..ahaha..” one was on the verge of insanity from astonishment.

“PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, MA’AM!”

the number one trending hashtag on twitter, over 400 brand new tweets not long after the news broke out in public. your closest friends, saw the article. and not long after they tried their best to contact you to no avail.

“you’ve seen the article?”

“yes, i have. have you seen the way y/n’s instagram has been popping up after?” one of your friends showed the other on her phone screen, your verified instagram page. it seems your followers had multiplied after the article was posted online. from 30k to now 70k followers. your friends were able to read the newly added comments from your last post. the other comments are mostly from the good fans, showing their support for you and nagi’s relationship, and some were mostly from those nagi fangirls in which they despise the most..

‘found her lol.’

‘nagi could do better lmao.’

‘she’s not even that good looking.’

‘she’s just attention seeking lol.’

yeah, they definitely despise them. since not long, the two were preparing their bot accounts, about to fight them back.

even the team blue lock members’ were able to read the article, jaws dropped on the floor in surprise. how did the lazy genius managed to pull a famous idol like you?

“wha…what is…what’s this..?”

“holy crap, so this is why they’re trending?”

“i…i’m shocked.”

“woah! nagichi is actually dating y/n? how lucky, aha! they’re trending!”

“is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“so this is what that guy’s keeping away from us, huh?!”

“i didn’t even know he was dating someone. better yet, someone famous.”

“is this also why he’s late for practice?”

“it’s almost 3 million views now, they really are taking over the headlines.”

“wait, since they’re dating can i ask nagi if i can get an autograph from her??”

“shut up, igaguri.”

your friends were almost screaming at the end of the line when you answered their call, curled up over your bed and a little shaking, covering your naked body in the blankets with a sleepy nagi next to you. this wasn’t intentional, it really wasn’t. you didn’t know, you didn’t know that there was a secret paparazzi nearby. now you’re scared of what your manager might say to you after this. will she force you two to break up? or never see each other again? make you say you’re just friends with him? no, no, anything but that.

you thought the morning routine for this day would be blissful, with yesterday’s love making was comforting and full of passion, and now you’re awoken with news about you and nagi’s relationship now being in public.

“Y/N! YOU AND NAGI ARE TRENDING.”

“y-yeah, i know..” your voice was hush, like a whisper. you felt afraid of what might happen.

“y/n, are you alright over there? we can come over if you want. is nagi there with you right now?”

“n-no, you guys don’t have to..and yeah, he’s with me right now...’s just asleep..” you replied.

“it’s insane. it hasn’t even been hours and you two are—

your other friend’s voice has been cut off quick, “you don’t have to remind that to her..! listen, y/n, don’t be scared ok? i know it’s scary, but stay strong. trust me, that’ll get over soon.”

their voices are a little muffled on the end of the line, probably fighting over the phone.

the moment you felt movement beside you, you were quick to turn your head to see nagi already waking up from his sleep. great, now how are you going to tell him?

“guys, i’ll call you back later. i have to talk to sei about it. bye now.” then the call dropped. when you looked back over to nagi, his eyes were half lidded, white locks covering his right eye as he rubbed them awake.

“morning..”

“ah…morning, sei…uh..” you nervously avoided eye contact, fingers padding through your phone to look for the article about you and your now public boyfriend that went viral online. nagi tried to pull your figure close to him, arms wrapping over your stomach with a mumble, “it’s so early…hey y/n…go back to sleep with me..”

“it’s 11am now, sei..don’t you have practice today..?”

“ah, you’re right…what a bother..too tired from last night..” fuck, how are you supposed to tell him now? it’s now or never.

“hey, sei…i think you should see this..”

“huh?”

passing your phone over to your boyfriend, you anxiously played with your fingers as you can spot his pupils reading the article displayed over the screen, lazily. it took him some time to finish, his thumb scrolling down to continue reading before nagi lays the phone down between the both of you and groans. “ahh…what a pain. how did they even manage to recognize us? ‘thought my disguise was good..”

“paparazzis are terrifying..” was what you replied. in a few moments, you sighed, covering your face with both of your palms, letting go of the blanket that was covering your upper chest. “what should we do? this is bad…if sara sees this then we’re done for…how did this happen?? oh please, i don’t wanna leave you, sei..”

“didn’t she say you’re allowed to be in a relationship?”

“yeah, as long as i keep it private..!” you say, almost yelling at him. nagi stares at you, hugging the pillow he’s laying underneath. realization hits you, then you covered your mouth, embarrassed. “ah, sorry…i didn’t mean to yell at you..”

“ts fine…” he responds. you hid your face beneath your palms again, expression filled with nothing but worry and little fear. your insta’s been popping up, more followers were added and even more comments popping at your last post. and when you looked over to twitter to see your name trending over the hashtags, the whole world fell down over your shoulders.

“hey, y/n…look at me.”

you couldn’t.

“y/n. hey, let me see you..” nagi who was now sitting up, grabbed both of your hands off of your face to make you look at him.

pretty, you were so pretty. so pretty for him. “it’s gonna be alright..”

“no, no—easy for you to say but…my..my manager..she’ll..” then you looked down over the blanket again, breath hitching as you struggled to breathe a little. nagi had to hold you close to him in order to calm you down, hands brushing your hair, voice hushing your small whimpers. “shh, hey, hey..take deep breaths…c’mon…calm down..��

he always did that when you had panic attacks. most of the time after your concerts or handshakes with your fans. nagi holds you close, then stays quiet. maybe you’re overreacting a little bit…yet at the same time, it’s going to be scary facing the public afterwards.

nagi stayed with you for a while until you could face him calmly, with steady breaths and a peaceful heart. he could see the notifs popping up on his phone.

99+ new messages.

38 missed calls from reo

17 missed calls from isagi and the rest ongoing. his phone too was exploding this morning. but first he has to make sure you’re ok.

when you finally managed to calm down, nagi continues to brush your hair back, looking straight to your eyes. “feel a little better?”

you nodded. “just…just still a bit scared of sara..”

“yeah? well i’ll make sure to apologize. i was the one who dragged you out after all.”

“n-no, sei! you don’t have to i—that’ll make it more worse i’ll be the one to talk to her.” nagi shakes his head, not approving of your idea. “it would be a hassle if you had to go through that alone…at least let me talk to her too..” your boyfriend caressingly rubs your hand together with his, he could still spot the small bruises he left on your neck..a loving gaze pictured over his face.

“it wouldn’t be so much work unlike practice. i’ll come with you…wherever you are. sometimes i wish we were cats so we can spend 9 lives together, y’know?”

you couldn’t say anything much for this dork, except pull nagi for another hug. you prayed to whatever existed that you don’t ever get pulled away from him, your beloved. you sometimes wished things don’t turn out to be in a bad way, after all, you’re an idol of love and kindness. however sometimes, maybe the entertainment industry should be less strict on their idols, including you. nagi was the only one that made you feel alive from them. from all the negativity you’ve been feeling because of what you do.

you love nagi seishiro. and nagi seishiro loves you. that’s there to it.

in the end, you and nagi managed to talk to sara about the whole relationship situation going on, and the only thing she was mad about was that fact you didn’t tell her you were dating, better yet a pro player. she just gave you a warning and then head straight to ask permission to your company about your relationship.

then not long after too, the situation calmly fainted down, and everything went back to normal. maybe except about some of your fans who are quite upset that you’re in a relationship.

still, you were glad the company was kind enough to let you two stay together. maybe it’s because you’re with someone famous, too, but it didn’t really matter.

yeah, maybe you were overreacting.

#nagi x reader #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #nagi seishiro #nagi seishiro x reader #seishiro nagi #nagi x y/n #lily’s.blog🌸 #lily’s.fic🩷

[beanxiv]

their favorite place to kiss you ; multiple bnha boys

summary: bnha boys and where they love kissing you most.

word count: 1.6k

includes: gn reader, katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, shouto todoroki, denki kaminari, eijirou kirishima, tamaki amajiki, keigo takami, touya todoroki, hanta sero, & tenya iida.

warnings: suggestive on dabi's part, but not really. its def sfw so no need to worry abt that. also a small amount of cussing.

katsuki bakugou

katsuki loves kissing your lips. he doesn't do anything "half-assed," as he'd say, and kisses to your lips are always full of affection towards you. whether it's a quick peck or a kiss that turns into a make-out sesh, there's always love and passion within katsuki's kisses.

when he kisses your lips the tension leaves from between his brows, the irritation that might've built throughout the day is leaking away, and all his focus is on you and your pretty, pretty lips

keigo takami

might sound odd, but keigo likes kissing your shoulders and back, specifically between your shoulder blades. after a long day of flying around and patrolling the streets of japan what he wants most is to come home to your shared apartment and into your warm arms. he'd tell you about his day, whether it was eventful or not-- he likes seeing you pay attention to him. you wonder aloud what it'd be like to fly around japan all day.

keigo kisses your shoulders and insists on some cheesy shit like, "baby you already know how to fly-- hell, y'flew into my heart and made it soar." you can't help but cringe and giggle at his dorkiness but he totally meant everything he said.

touya todoroki

touya can't get his mind off of the soft skin of your neck whenever you kiss. he feels the need to just sink his teeth in and show you how much you make him burn. it's not too often that he kisses your neck but when he does, he makes the most of it. he'll kiss every inch, from the top of your neck, near your jaw, all the way down to your collarbone.

if you ever ask touya why he likes kissing your neck he'll probably reply with something vague or suggestive. the real reason? he loves the smooth skin of your neck and loves feeling you warm at his touch, squirming when his lashes tickle a certain spot. this close to your chest, touya can feel your heartbeat get quicker and just loves it. no matter how tough a mission or how roughed up he got that day; if he gets to come back to base and indulge in you like this, every injury was worth it.

shouto todoroki

shouto, in his soft and loving moments (almost all his moments) will kiss the side of your head, right at your temple. he isn't the best at expressing himself, but he loves you more than anything and wants to take all your worries away. when shouto kisses your temple, he acts as if he's pulling all the negative thoughts from your head, trying his best to pull together his own thoughts and voice them against your temple, filling your head with his adoration for you.

bonus: the hand crusher likes kissing your hands. they're so beautiful to him and if he had to save one pair of hands from his "hand destroying curse" they'd be yours no doubt."

izuku midoriya

izuku's body is stacked with scars and freckles and he knows how they might make one insecure, but yours are so beautiful and empowering that he makes it an effort to kiss each one of your scars and moles/freckles/blemishes whenever you need it. except, to him, they not blemishes per se, more like your story. they say your moles are where your lover in your past life kissed you the most, i don't think izuku would genuinely believe that, but he still loves to kiss the moles scattered on your body saying something like, "i'll be yours in every life, love." and your scars, he knows all of their stories, he'll kiss them and comfort you, telling you how beautiful and strong they make you.

and if you reciprocate? kiss izuku's scars and freckles?? oh, he'll melt in your arms right then and there. you've sent him off to cloud nine. you'll physically see his soul ascend, he just becomes the happiest man alive.

tamaki amajiki

tamaki loves your cheeks, the plush skin of them always warm against his lips. the innocence of it just takes you out and makes you melt. the way he just takes your face in his hands and presses kisses to each of your cheeks. or when he kisses the middle of your cheek and pulls away to look at you, tracing the curve of your face.

even better when you're looking back at him with those pretty eyes of yours, full of affection. he'll get so flustered and shy, crumbling right at your feet.

hanta sero

hanta loves your lips too, even more so the corner of your lips. the little jerk likes to tease you, kissing the corner of your mouth until you get worked up about it. only then will he finally press a sweet kiss to your lips.

when you complain about hanta's teasing he'll laugh, kissing the edge of your lips once more. "so greedy, my love. good things come with patience." he thinks he's soo cool and wise but he's really just a lovable bully

hitoshi shinsou

in your presence alone, hitoshi is a different person. in those moments when it's just you two, hitoshi'll always have his face buried in your neck turning to kiss your jaw every once in a while. it started as a sleepy habit, he couldn't quite reach your lips, so he opted for your jaw. after that it became a normal habit

even if your jaw is farther than your lips when he's standing over you, he'll just lean down further to kiss it. or he'll tip your face up to his for him to smooch. and if you're taller than him? even better! he won't have to lean down, and if you're that much taller, he'll simply take your face in his hands and pull your face down to his.

eijirou kirishima

eijirou is the most supportive lover ever. this man will do quite literally anything to make sure you feel loved. he always finds himself kissing your stomach. might sound weird but when you guys are cuddled up somewhere and eijirou's head is resting on your torso he'll just start pressing a million kisses to your stomach out of nowhere, if you ask why he'll be like, "i just love your stomach, something wrong with it, babe?" and he's being serious, if you've ever mentioned being insecure of your belly, whether you feel to skinny or too chubby. he'll be like, "uh, no. my significant other is not gonna feel unloved and ugly while i'm around." and shove his face onto your stomach and over-dramatically kiss it everywhere with the little smooch sounds and everything.

and if you tell him to stop he will, but if you're joking he'll take it as encouragement to show you even more love.

tenya iida

tenya loves feeling strong and protective, and kissing your forehead makes him feel just that! especially if he's taller than you. if not, he doesn't care, he can still protect you nonetheless. he'll kiss your forehead millions of times over just to feel like he's your boyfriend. because what is a boyfriend if not caring and protective of you? tenya takes his position as your boyfriend as if it's a job he had to apply for and gets paid for, except this job isn't a nine-to-five. it's a full twenty-four hour business that he is more than happy to take part in.

he’ll take your face in his hands and either pull you down to him or lean down himself to kiss your forehead, depending on your height difference. and he’ll just caress the sides of your face as he does. and tenya is the biggest simp for you ever. if you’re a hero like him, he’s your biggest fan. if you’re not a hero, he’s still your biggest fan ‘cause who cares? you may be a civilian to everyone else, but you’re sure as shit his hero.

denki kaminari

it’s hilarious if you think denki can only pick one place on your body to kiss as his favorite. ha, no. this down bad dork can’t stop and won’t stop kissing every part of you whenever and wherever you let him. like he’ll pepper kisses all over your face, trail kisses down your arms, scatter some more of your neck, and once he’s placed a kiss on every bit of skin you allow him to, he’ll smack a giant kiss on your lips. no, seriously. all the boys are simps, but denki? he’s another category of the word simp. he’s down bad, down astronomical, even.

he’s a very physically affectionate guy, and if you are too, awesome! if not, he respects that and will hold back to make sure you’re comfortable. and if you’re cool with pda he’ll never be far from you, practically attached to your hip. and very often placing casual kisses somewhere on you, be it your shoulder, head, cheek, wherever! so long as you’re comfortable with it, denki is all over you.

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[forlix]

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・779 / 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・hyunjin x gn!reader / 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲(𝘀)・fluff, established relationship, intentional lowercase / 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲・inspired by That ig post and my own recent visit to tokyo. happy birthday, @astraystayyh; consider this my official proposal (˘⌣˘ )♡

𝟭𝟳:𝟱𝟮 — when you slip out the hotel’s double doors, you’re stunned to find the world has gone completely dark.

just a few hours ago, you were oohing and ahhing at the colorful chaos of tokyo as the van trudged slowly along the jammed freeway. now, blue has been overtaken by obsidian, and the illuminated city sprawls beneath an invisible horizon like stars plucked from the empty sky.

“the sun sets early here, huh?” hyunjin hums as he appears at your side. his dark hair is scented and silky from his shower, his broad shoulders outlined by the denim trench coat he’s thrown over a black turtleneck—the most beautiful boy on earth, and he’s yours.

“i was j-just thinking that,” you answer through chattering teeth, and your boyfriend’s chuckle hits the air in the form of a silver cloud.

“i told you you’d need this.”

he drapes a puffer jacket around you; his arm follows, draws you near. you slot into his side perfectly.

“better?”

your eyes lock with hyunjin’s, then flicker downwards. the doormen are busy loading a luggage cart. the foyer is empty for the most part. empty enough. 

“better,” you respond, moments before you lose yourself in the warm pressure of his lips.

soft hair tickles your cheeks like butterfly wings. hyunjin’s been tempted to cut it recently, complaining that it’s getting too long. you’ve been rejecting the notion vehemently, and this is one of many reasons why. your fingers skim over the base of his neck, and the air that hyunjin sucks through his teeth whistles past your parted mouth.

“cold,” he whines. 

a giggle escapes your throat. “sorry.”

recently, your and hyunjin’s schedules have been clashing so awfully that you really only see each other before and after bed. both of you are well accustomed to these cycles of mutual scarcity by now; it is enough, during such times, just falling asleep to the sound of the other’s voice, or waking to kisses scattered across every inch of exposed skin and a quiet, melancholy “see you tonight, angel.”

but then, you miraculously stumble upon a free weekend that coincides with the last leg of hyunjin’s tour. he’s on the phone with staff within seconds of hearing the news; your boarding pass arrives in your inbox later that night; now, here you are, in japan on a friday night, burrowed in your boyfriend’s arms, your sights set on a tiny udon joint in the back alleys of shinjuku.

going out in public with hyunjin feels like you’re playing poker. dispatch is your opponent and the deck is always rigged. ninety-nine percent of the time, you prefer to circumvent the game entirely. 

you’re all in, tonight.

“it’s a twenty-seven minute walk.” dark locks fall into hyunjin’s face as he looks at the navigation app on his phone. “is that okay?”

“you tell me. you’re the one who rehearsed for three hours today." you reach for the loose strands; tuck them behind the cuff of his ear. “maybe we should just take the subway.”

“but i wanna explore the city with you.”

“and we can, after your concerts.”

“i only have you for two days. let’s start now.”

the funny look you give him says, we have an apartment together, idiot, and he hastens to add—

“okay, i only have you here for two days. it’s different.”

that, you can’t argue with. hyunjin takes your lack of a retort as his cue to begin your journey, dragging the both of you onto the sidewalk. 

“i will not be the one answering to chan when you oversleep tomorrow,” you mumble.

his hand stretches out where it rests on your shoulder, silently asking for yours. you oblige before you even process his request, your fingers sliding thoughtlessly in the spaces between his.

“deal.” hyunjin presses a swift kiss to your temple, your eye squinting shut at the contact.

if you’re being honest, you hardly remember the walk to the restaurant. all the bright lights are beautiful but get old quickly, eventually blurring into a forgettable, fluorescent mass.

what you do remember is hyunjin’s excited gasp when he recognizes the anime being advertised on a distant billboard. hyunjin’s flawless japanese as he helps an old couple with directions, and the proud smile he wears afterward (he’s been practicing). hyunjin’s fingers pulling you close by the loops of your jeans, his mouth slanting over yours for the ninth, tenth time with no justification except for you’re just so pretty. hyunjin’s hair fluttering over his eyes when he tilts his head at the camera, the resulting picture so maddeningly beautiful that it becomes your new wallpaper right away.

what you do remember from that evening, and what you would remember in every iteration of your life, is hyunjin.

(you remember the udon, too. it was very good.)

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[risuola]

IV — EPIPHANY — F. READER x SUKUNA RYOMEN

Sukuna thought nothing can break him. He's powerful, he has influence and means to always come on top – or at least that's what he thought, because now he realized that he's nohing but weak.

cw: angst, blood, usage of weapon, reader discretion is advised — 2,6k words

a/n: in this part i wanted to give you a little insight into Sukuna's persona. show the menace in him, show the threat and how he is when he's not influenced by weakness that is our precious y/n (aka when he's not confused as hell by what's happening in his heart). i rewrote this part four times before i was finally somewhat satisfied with it.

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You are safe with me.

Sukuna thought about the words with hilarity. The sentence so simple and kind, it felt foreign to realize that his own mouth allowed it out of his system. An odd sort of disdain washed over himself and he found it laughable that throughout his entire career of blood and murder, what made his blood pressure raise up was a lie he told you. A strangely comic amalgamation of letters and syllables that each time he thought of them made him more angry and more amused.

You were safe, technically, or maybe that’s what he wished to believe when he replayed the events of one very unlucky Sunday evening in his memory. It began lovely, too lovely in fact, but he chose to actively ignore the oddity of it – he came to terms with how easily you were able to render his senses useless whenever you came into the field of his view wearing something as pretty as the dress you picked for the date that day. It was in a shade of pink that you deemed similar to the color of his hair, a dusty rose, you called it, and Sukuna wasn’t sure exactly how much truth was that, but he couldn’t care less about it when you looked so drop dead gorgeous. When he watched you walking next to him through the crowded alleys in the park nearby your apartment building, he couldn’t help but notice only you in the mass of people around him. He felt like a teenager in a way, with his heartbeat drumming against his ribcage with pace similar of this after sprinting for long time. You were capable of triggering reactions in his body that he thought were long gone with the days of his youth but he was fine with it. As long as he could witness your beauty, he was fine with everything.

Sukuna laughed gravelly as the sequence of memories played in his mind – the dark sound of his voice causing two police officers outside the bars of his cell to tremble. Oh, how much he hated you and your stupidly breathtaking face for whatever the hell you did to him. If he could, he would tell you what he thinks of it right now and if not careful enough, he might tell you a little too much. Confess maybe. Yeah, he might do that someday. And maybe move out somewhere where you’d truly be safe. Where he wouldn’t feel like a fucking idiot for saying words that are so damn obviously a lie.

Moving out felt like a good idea. In couple of years, when he’s done ruling the criminal forces, he could take you out of Japan, somewhere far away and protect you from any harm. He’d take you somewhere warm, where he could shamelessly admire the way your skin tone looks under the golden rays of sun and the way your eyes shine and glisten like the most expensive and rare gemstones. The thought of you brought a wide smile to his face, as the picture spread in front of his closed eyelids. In the cold of his cell, he could almost feel the burning touch of your fingers tracing the shapes of his body.

* * *

Sixteen days.

It’s been over two weeks since you last saw Sukuna and it was getting harder and harder to go about your days. You missed him. You missed his face, his strong arms that manhandled you around despite your playful taps and tugs. You missed the huskiness of his voice, the low purrs he made in the morning whenever he’d nuzzle his nose against your temple inhaling the scent of your skin that he swore he was addicted to. And above all, you were worried and restless, and scared.

Whenever you closed your eyes, your mind was flooded with memories of the Sunday date you went on with Ryomen. He picked you up and handed you a little bag filled with your favorite mochi – the ones stuffed with fresh strawberries and whipped cream, a delicacy made in only one place in Tokyo and you remember how your heart swelled with warmth and love when you realized he had driven to that shop on the other side of the city just to get you few pieces of sweets. He was wearing his usual, black dress pants and a leather belt, perfectly polished boots and a dark grey sweater that made him look both casual and dangerous, with the tattoos around his wrists exposed under the rolled-up sleeves and his sharp features, that somehow whenever were turned towards you seemed a little bit softer.

You felt like a princess next to him, you felt loved and protected with his large hand enveloping your smaller one in his warm embrace. It was perfect. It was perfect until–

You didn’t exactly pick up what happened and how it happened. Even now as you think of it, you can’t truly recall how that tale-like evening turned into a mess that led you to lose your sleep every night that followed. It was a flash. One second you were leaning into Sukuna’s palm, greedy to steal his warmth and love and next one you were pushed tightly against his chest behind a bench. His hand, that was embracing you with as much delicacy as one would use to touch a doll made of porcelain was suddenly pressed harshly to the side of your head, covering your ear. Someone was shooting, Ryomen was shooting. You felt the impact of each bullet being extracted from his weapon. Each one of the subtle shakes of his muscular body reverberated throughout your smaller frame. You heard guns, despite his effort to protect your eardrums, but the loud explosive sound mixed with screams of people around was loud and clear in your head. An echo of danger and violence that you witnessed firsthand even though the man that held you did everything he could to protect you from the event.

You remember vividly the moment Sukuna groaned and cussed lowly. It followed a soft tremble of his large body and at first you didn’t realize what happened, but then you felt the unexpected wet warmth on one of your hands. “It’s fine, don’t worry,” he was telling you over and over again as your eyes began to water at the realization that one of your palms was covered in blood. His blood.

“It’s just a scratch,” he was lying to you, but you didn’t know it was a lie until you saw him later. The magazine in his gun was empty sooner than you thought it will be and the foreign shooting continued. It seemed like there were few attackers, but you couldn’t tell where all of it was coming from. All you remember was that you stayed hidden in the large body of your lover for the entire time until the police sirens broke the scene.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered to him, doing everything in your power to hold back sobs, as he kept you close to himself. You knew that police couldn’t be good for him and if not for you, he would most likely run away somehow, but he stayed there, behind the bench, holding you tightly and making sure not a single bullet could land on your fragile body.

He didn’t look mad, not even annoyed, when he was telling you what to do next and how to act in the face of what was to come, and even though you had the hardest time registering it through the immense fear you felt regarding his future, you were nodding. He was calm, and you thought that he stayed calm for you because the scene of shooting was enough of a distress for you already. And then, you saw him in handcuffs, with his hands shackled behind his back, guided towards the police car. Cops that were responsible for escorting him looked almost funny next to his towering frame and if he only wanted, he would quite easily throw those officers away. But he didn’t. And he didn’t do it to save you.

You remember the last time you saw him he sent you a smile, more so a smirk, when one of those cops harshly pushed his head down, making sure he got into the car. Few moments later, he was gone and you were left with the mess of the crime scene and the burden of a witness.

Later, you were informed by one of his pawns that it’s not gonna take long, but you knew that things were serious because few days slowly turned into a week and then two weeks and he still was in jail. And you couldn’t go visit him because he said so. You stayed in his house, safe and sound in the bed you always shared with him, except now you were alone and cold. You missed him. And you were worried.

It killed you inside to think Sukuna might face charges. A life sentence, most likely. There was only so much that you knew about his criminal past and you were sure that he kept many secrets from you, that he wanted to save you from the heavy burden of his misdeeds and cruelty. You knew how dangerous his lifestyle was, how dark was the path he chose to fallow and you knew that even someone as strong as him couldn’t escape the jurisdiction forever. But why now?

You couldn’t shake off the devastating feeling of emptiness whenever you wandered between the luxurious interiors of his mansion. It felt like you couldn’t stop worrying, day in and day out you were thinking if he was alright. Was he properly fed? He told you that he won’t contact you while in jail to protect you, but all you wished for was just to hear his voice. You were worried about the way authorities treat criminals of his sort. What will they do to him? The mere thought of torture or interrogation filled you with dread and anxiety. You never felt so alone and helpless.

* * *

It took too long.

In fact, detention took much longer than Sukuna anticipated but time behind the bars was nothing but an entertainment for him. It was amusing, it allowed him to let loose. Surrounded by an air of sadistic satisfaction he didn’t get to experience in years, he played game of pushing and pulling, a game of power. Despite being enclosed and surrounded by dozens of officers and guards, Sukuna had a sense of control over his situation, and it amused him. He was enjoying the misery that he caused others, relished in the fact that he was feared and hated. It made him almost giddy. There was a twinkle in his eye and a playful grin on his lips, he relished the experience.

“I’ve got few questions to you.”

He smirked, sitting smug and relaxed. For the nth time he was questioned; a futile attempt of getting information out of him, yet another display of the illusionary power that authorities thought they had but lacked severely. It made Ryomen laugh out loud each time he sat against a new face, it pleased him, he loved the feeling of having the interrogator’s full attention. Detectives that tried to enforce the law onto him looked tough, each one of them, until they dropped their weight onto the metal chair in the interrogation room. The heaviness of the sinister aura was unnerving to anyone who dared to approach and the criminal enjoyed breaking them one by one.

“Do you?” Sukuna spoke, his voice low and menacing, but bearing a thrill of amusement and excitement. The heavy chains that grounded his frame clinked as he moved just slightly and the shiver that went down the spine of the man in front of him did not escape his watchful eye. “Afraid?”

“Hardly,” a tone of false confidence responded to the question and Ryomen chuckled. To him, this was a game, and he was winning. He found joy in annoying the interrogator, knowing that he couldn’t get anything out of him. It was stimulating, it was fun. It was a game of cat and mouse. It felt euphoric to answer the questions, knowing that his words were confusing, that he was able to mess with the man’s head, make him question his own judgement.

Years and years of being on the top of mafia managed to clear his memory of being vulnerable and the caricature of it that he was now experiencing served for a nice refresher. He felt excitement to play with the law and as he sat there, restrained by metal bounds, he realized why he became a criminal in the first place. The constant chase of thrill and power was what made him who he was.

As the detective sat there, intimidated more and more with each passing second, Sukuna watched the disaster unraveling with a dark glint in his eyes. He enjoyed every moment of the tension and knew that chills were running down the spine of his current opponent. He was imposing, savoring the fear and the exquisite feeling of danger that surrounded him. It was intoxicating, it made him feel alive. He played with the interrogator as if the predator would play with its pray, he stared at him with a small grin of pure evil.

“You’ve been stubborn this whole time,” the officer said, clearing his throat and straightening his spine to make himself appear bigger but to Ryomen, he was merely a source of amusement. The criminal stayed relaxed and leaned forward, slowly closing the distance between his own face of death and the eyes of the person in front of him.

“Was I stubborn?” He questioned, his tone low and menacing and his lips stretched slowly, baring the teeth. “You’ve got me all chained up and still, you can’t get your job done?”

“You’re chained up because of the potential threat you might pose.”

Sukuna laughed. A raspy and low chuckle came from his throat; a dark omen that hung heavy in the air as if signifying the upcoming danger. It was cold and malicious, an ominous showcase of his real persona, of someone who has no compassion and knows no mercy. He felt a twisted sense of satisfaction at the sight of sweat running down the face of the man in front of him. He exuded an aura of fear, leaving everyone in the room unsettled.

“If I only wanted to, I could rip out your throat with my bare teeth.” Ryomen’s voice was low, it was quiet and nearly whisper like but the message it carried was more than enough to freeze the blood inside the veins of the interrogator.

“I assume you’re familiar with the idea of good cop bad cop method,” the man spoke again after a moment of dread. He cleared his throat once more, squared up his jaw.

“And which one are you?”

“Oh, I’m neither, but allow me to show you something,” interrogator reached to the inside pocket of his coat, pulling out a phone with his sweaty palms and pressing down few buttons.

The moment Sukuna looked down on the screen, his expression changed. A ghost of anger washed over his features as he took in the picture. Suddenly, he felt a wave of burning hot filling his veins and reaching his face; a dizzying sensation of dread and rage and then he realized that the power he wielded was nothing. With his eyes fixed on the little phone and his jaw clenched, shaken by the rush of adrenaline and with his knuckles white, Sukuna Ryomen experienced acknowledgement. An epiphany of sorts. The illusion of might and influence burst like a bubble made of soap and slowly he realized that he’s nothing but–

“Seeing something familiar?”

–weak.

» PART FIVE SOON

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[darkdevasofdestruction]

Hiii could i get a mix of sfw and nsfw headcanons for kaoru hanayama from baki please??

Ah yes, Kaoru my first Baki crush. I've gotchu, fam~

🐉Ah, Kaoru, Kaoru, the gentlest Yakuza in the world, while also being the most sinful.

🐉Kaoru can fuck all women in all the brothels of Japan, and settle down the next day with a wifey.

🐉Just kidding. But he has the stamina for that though.

🐉Hanayama is a bit skeptical at first, getting in a relationship with someone, especially if you're not part of the underworld - But at the same time, he knows he's strong and that he can protect you, so he won't reist too much, if he has a genuine interest in you.

🐉He may seem intimidating the first time you see him, but when he smiles, all your worries disappear from the face of the earth.

🐉His touch is so gentle and caring that you melt with love and nuzzle into his palm like a kitten.

🐉He enjoys cuddles more than he'd ever imagine - Though he's not shy about asking you for it. Or, rather, he just pulls you in his embrace at night and enjoys the peace and quiet.

🐉Hearing your rhythmic heart beat brings him such calm.

🐉And he's also happy that Kizaki is fond of you and already treats you like you're Kaoru's wife.

🐉If his mother was still alive, he'd have liked you to meet her - Instead, he took you to her grave.

🐉The way you spoke to her, how you thanked her for raising such a wonderful son - It made him tear up.

🐉He just loves you so much.

🐉You might go on a double date with Baki and Kozue.

🐉Kaoru knows you're afraid for him whenever he goes to fight, but he reassures you that he won't die, and it's what makes him happy - So you just go there and support him.

🐉You end up so used to it that when you go out with him and he's so bored that he calls Yujiro just for a punch to the face, you merely groan at his childishness.

🐉Yujiro teases you for being a good girlfriend for him though.

🐉The only time you're genuinely worried for him is when he fights Musashi and he gets so injured that you end up urgently calling Baki to come over and intervene, while you stand defensively in front of the injured, heavily bleeding man as Kizaki is trying to keep him stable.

🐉Musashi wants to kill Hanayama so bad though, but he doesn't want to kill an ordinary woman - He finds your reckless bravery in defending your lover rather admirable though.

🐉When Baki finally arrives, you sigh in relief and drag Hanayama to the hospital.

🐉You keep by his bed until he wakes up - When those gorgeous eyes finally flutter open, you start sobbing and kissing his hand, thanking him for waking up.

🐉He's genuinely upset that he cause you such distress, but he's also so touched for you care for him.

🐉He wants to wife you immediately.

🐉And you'll have a small and beautiful traditional wedding at a Shinto temple.

🐉Hanayama's love language is gifts - But that's mostly because he's so busy with the Yakuza thing that he often spends time away from you, and he has no other way to compensate.

🐉But when you spend time together, it's always worth while.

🐉When you do end up getting intimate, well - You're reminded that this young man was capable of tying a cherry stem with his tongue before he even had his first kiss. And that he's very well endowed.

🐉It's actually almost insane how careful and sweet he is with you, always focusing on you and your pleasure rather than his own.

🐉Gentlemen finish last, was it?

🐉He doesn't feel satisfied until he's made you see stars from how good you feel, even if it ends up taking hours.

🐉You're not going anywhere.

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[atsoomi]

It's been exactly 2 days, 4 hours, and 32 minutes since you and Kuroo got married.

It was the kind of wedding you thought you’d never get the privilege of having— small, comfortable, and filled with familiar faces— not to mention, the most memorable day of your life. You’d never thought you could be that happy, or that you’d be surrounded by so many people who shared the sentiment. But if Kuroo has done anything through the course of your entire relationship, it’s prove your negative thoughts wrong.

And then, of course, came the honeymoon. 

Previously, you’d argued with him a lot about where to go for the honeymoon period. He thought somewhere in Japan— like Hokkaido with its breathtaking natural scenery, or Kyoto with its countless temples— would do just fine. But you’d nagged him about taking you somewhere outside the country, reminding him of the fact that you live in Japan; you have the rest of your lives to travel around Japan, but who knows when you’ll get the chance to go to Europe again?

After a few weeks of going back and forth, discussing all the possible locations and looking up things till one in the morning, you finally agree on Italy, specifically, Venice. It’s the perfect mix of culture and fun for both of you, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t dying to see The Grand Canal, especially with all the lights at night.

So, after a day of post-wedding packing, and a long day of traveling, you’re finally in Venice. In Venice, on your honeymoon. And it would be absolutely perfect, if you hadn’t lost your husband of two days in the crowd of locals. 

You’d done a lot, a lot, of research on spots in Venice that you wanted to visit during the 3-week stay. And you’ve always known (after a lifetime of fantasizing about this trip) that if you come to Italy, you have to try their gelato. So you went through a few articles, bookmarked a few websites, and found this shop, Gelateria il Doge. 

It’s been described as a hidden attraction, and you’ve always loved discovering hidden gems. The excitement was so overpowering that the first thing you decided to do once you settled down in your hotel room is go out and find it. Kuroo can’t say no when you’re so excited, so it only took twenty minutes to find yourself at the desired spot.

You went in, without Kuroo because he insisted on slowing down and taking some more pictures, and you finally ordered the gelato you’ve been thinking about since you agreed to come to Italy. But it seems to have cost you your husband.

He’s not where he was standing five minutes ago, you turn and scan the mass of people walking by, but you don’t spot the familiar head of dark hair. Your phone rests in your cross bag but your hands are full with gelato, so you hesitantly accept your fate and sit on the nearest bench you can find, assuming that you’ll just spot him when he comes back from wherever he went. 

You sit and admire the cold treat in your hand, it’s beautiful and inviting and it makes you feel like you’ve never had ice cream before. It makes you feel like your life is about to be altered permanently, even though you’re not completely sure what flavor you got— something about poor Italian skills and taking risks.

You’re about to taste it for the first time, practically salivating at that point, when a strange guy sits on the same bench, seemingly popping out of nowhere. You pause, mouth shutting, as you peer at him with caution. He’s undeniably good looking, skin-kissed tan skin and brown hair falling over warm green eyes, but he’s not exactly your type. No other man could be.

You attempt to ignore his presence, but he turns his head and you make intense eye contact. Your mouth hangs slightly open as he scans your face, it’s awkward and you feel the awkwardness paralyze you into speechlessness. You’re sure you look incredibly dumb but your mind is too busy malfunctioning to save you. 

His eyes go down to your hand and he says something in Italian that you don’t understand. A few seconds pass by before he reaches for it, your hand that is, with wide eyes. You reflexively flinch away, alarmed at the sudden approach. What the hell is going on?

“Oh my god, you idiot, the gelato.” He speaks, frustrated, this time in the language you can understand, with a heavy Italian accent. 

You look down at your hands and you’re surprised at the trail of melted gelato on your hand. Oh, he’s not a creep, you realize, he was just trying to help.

You bashfully keep your head down, embarrassed at how you reacted and the fact that you were too tense to realize he said the word gelato about 3 times. God, this is embarrassing, where is your husband when you need him? 

“Sorry about that,” you lick the melted sweet off as discreetly as possible, “I don’t speak Italian.” 

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Yeah, I can tell.” 

You’re silent, ashamed to be specific, as you eat the rest of your gelato before something else happens. He observes you for a few minutes, as you eat from both cones to prevent any disasters, before he chuckles quietly. 

“Tourist?” He asks. 

“Kinda,” you answer, slowly relaxing as the embarrassment wears off. 

He nods, “How did you find this store then?” he points to Gelateria il Doge. It stands there proudly, almost mocking you for making a fool out of yourself in front of a local.

“Oh, lots of research.” You laugh to yourself, remembering the sight of a very tired Kuroo by your side while you’re on your thousandth new tab. “It actually wasn’t that hard.” 

“Do you like it?” He asks. 

“The gelato?” 

He shakes his head, “Italy.” 

“Oh,” you smile, “yeah, it’s lovely and I’ve wanted to visit for a really long time.” He hums approvingly so you go on. “You’re Italian, aren’t you? Grew up here?”

“Kinda”, he retorts and you giggle, “I grew up in the south, but my brother lives here.” 

You nod your head in understanding; more questions are on the tip of your tongue (like his name for example?) when you’re interrupted by a familiar voice. 

“Oh I thought you looked familiar.” You turn your head and see your husband of two days walking towards you and this Italian stranger. He beams at you, happy to be reunited with the sight of your lovely face, but halts for a second when his eyes shift over to the guy. He tips his head to the side, silently asking about him, and you just smile. I’ll tell you later. 

“You weren’t going to eat both gelatos yourself after all,” the Italian says, which reminds you of the two cones you’ve been holding yourself the whole time, and the fact that your husband walked off and left you all alone, in Venice of all places. You’ll definitely yell at him once you’re alone, but for now, you settle on standing up and handing him his cone. 

“I’ll leave you lovebirds alone now, enjoy the honeymoon, ciao.”

He winks at you discreetly, maybe not discreet enough because Kuroo suddenly places his arm around your shoulder protectively, and you manage to wave at him before he’s gone. 

Kuroo turns to you, eyebrow raised, “was he hitting on you?” 

You laugh, “that’s all you care about, isn’t it? What about telling me where the hell you’ve been? Or apologizing for making me wait so long,” you slap his chest, “it’s actually your fault I had to entertain another man.” 

He holds your hand against his chest, grinning at the fake annoyance in your voice, “I apologize my dear, dear wife.” His eyes rest on the ring he put on your finger for a second, feeling prideful. “ Let’s sit, we have to finish this before it melts.” 

While you eat, you tell him about the whole interaction with the Italian man and every small thing that happened while you were apart. He scoffs at the events between you and the guy, fully convinced that he just wanted an excuse to touch your hand. You laugh and tease him about how attractive the guy was, telling him maybe you should’ve gone with the guy who didn’t leave you all alone. He flicks your forehead before you can continue and that conversation gets lost between all the other topics. You ask him what he was doing while he was gone, and he smiles, all-knowing and mysterious. 

“You’ll see.”

#i cant stop writing about this guy with ice cream and ice cream relatives.. what is wrong with me.. #anyways expect more of this if i dont get ambushed by classes #im not sure i like my writing in this but i feel like its been too long since i posted anything so.. tell me if u liked this ! #word count : 1.4k #this is longer than the og ice cream piece lmao #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #kuroo tetsurō x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo scenarios #kuroo tetsurō

[sassykattery]

Dollface, Pt 10

We are nearing the end... what will she choose?

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Smut: piv, multiple rounds and creampie, breeding kink (but no mention of offspring), size difference, f! receiving penetration. Passion/romance driven sex. Hair pulling. Explicit mentions of male and female genitalia.

The main character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. This story is meant to be somewhat curvy/plus-sized reader insert, but the main character is given a physical description, but it's not crucial to the story or mentioned often after Part 1.

Characters: Main Character. Diavolo. Mammon. Satan. Beel. Belphie. Levi. Asmo. Lucifer. Barbatos.

Themes: Romance. Magic. Adventure. Sex. Smut. Diavolo x fem! MC.

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Diavolo got up from the master's cabin on the plane. He remembered waking up briefly as his human lover came to bed late in the night, but his bed was empty when he woke. Curious, he looked around the rest of the cabin, still finding the rest of the brothers scattered around as they slept. It was only when he reached the far end of the plane that he found her sleeping on Lucifer's lap. He was surprised, to be sure, but he merely stood there for a moment, watching. There would be most certainly a conversation later about this, and he quietly snapped a picture on his D.D.D. to remember, and to refute any sense of denial.

"I have always wanted to go to Japan, I'm excited," she replied to Diavolo as he helped her down the steps off the plane. He nodded and smiled.

"Well, I'm happy to be the one to take you," he replied. He then leaned down and whispered into her ear. "I'd be happy to take you to all the places your heart desires. Anything you want is yours, my heart." She received a kiss on the temple as he stood straight and escorted her to the fleet of black cars waiting for them.

"Wait! Why don't we get to ride with her?" Mammon griped as he saw Diavolo helping the woman into the car. He noticed it was a much smaller one only meant for two. Diavolo merely smiled and Lucifer shot a glare towards his younger brother as he walked by to the next car in line.

"Stop whining," Lucifer snapped as he got in. Mammon groaned and stepped into the same one, with all the brothers getting into the other cars.

"Wow," the woman rasped as she craned her neck back, gazing upon the towering hotel across from her as Diavolo helped her out of their car.

"I love seeing your expressions..." Diavolo murmured. "You're truly an adorable being."

She turned her head to look up at Diavolo next. "You said this is yours?"

"Indeed. I own the Corvo Hotel franchise," he explained, walking her into the front lobby. The footman bowed to Diavolo and his partner as they walked in and proceeded to take their bags without a single word exchanged. Her brows raised, and she was quickly seeing the power Diavolo held at work. The Demon Lord continued to escort her into the hotel lobby, and she was stunned by the interior design and architecture. She tried to keep her mouth from being slack as she looked around. The ornate designs and modern touches definitely appealed to her, and Diavolo happily bathed in the awe and pleasure she radiated.

Once up in the penthouse, Diavolo showed her around. There were several bedrooms, bathrooms, a gorgeous gourmet kitchen, stunning dining and living areas, and an unbeatable view of the city below. She walked along the wall of windows in the living room, looking out into the beautiful scenery. However, she still listened carefully as the other guests moved throughout the space. She heard the various baritone and tenor voices talking or arguing about their spaces and occasionally looked over her shoulder as the demons moved about the area.

They really are like a family, she thought.

Looking back out the windows, she felt a warm hand on her shoulder followed by the familiar scent she'd become accustomed to as a sign of comfort. Diavolo leaned down and murmured in her ear, "There's someone I'd like you to meet."

Slowly, she turned as Diavolo slid his arm around her shoulders. Before her stood a tall but slender man in traditional-looking robes. His skin was ivory with dull green hair that had a bright turquoise ombré to the ends. His eyes matched his hair, and they glittered with repose under the lights. He was the epitome of class and refinement.

"Hello, my name is Barbatos. It is lovely to meet you, my lady," the man stated, coming closer and placing his hand on his sternum as he bowed.

"Oh," she murmured, her brows raising. "It's... it's wonderful to meet you too. Diavolo told me a lot about you and... I felt like it was important to meet someone so prominent in his life," she replied.

"My master is too kind," Barbatos answered. "I was looking forward to meeting the young woman who charmed my lord into submission. After all these millennia, I obviously still cannot get him to stay in one place, as much as I would like and have asked him to. You'll have to tell me your secrets."

Her eyes widened further. "Oh um, no I–" she started to stammer, and Diavolo laughed heartily at her reaction.

"She is rather special, Barbatos," Diavolo stated in a cheeky tone. "I think you're right. No one quite has a hold of me like she does." He then turned to look at her more. "He means that I tend to get into some trouble even when attended to. He's impressed you've kept me in check for this long." The blush splashing her neck and chest was rather obvious to her thoughts. "Well, in the way you're thinking... he would be incorrect," he added with a suggestive edge to his voice.

"I think you're flustering the poor girl," Lucifer said as he walked by with a suitcase, disappearing again.

"Indeed. Might we sit and talk?" Barbatos suggested. "I've made tea and cookies."

Diavolo nodded and guided the human woman to sit as Barbatos brought over the snacks. The prince sat next to his lover, across from Barbatos.

It was the beginning of a very long explanation as to what happened to Diavolo. She was impressed by how little the butler's expression changed as they spoke. Occasionally, his brow or the corner of his mouth would twitch more than anything.

"My lord, while I appreciate that you've been able to relax and find peace within mortal living, I do have to urge you to return to your duties as soon as possible. It has been a task and a half to keep everything going in your absence. While it's not hard to run things, I can only keep dignitaries and the nobledemons at bay for so long before they start to spread rumor of an unoccupied throne," Barbatos explained, setting his cup down. He then looked to her. "And what of you, my lady? What are your plans?"

She sat there in silence and thought about it. "I haven't decided yet. I wanted to come meet you and visit with you all a little longer before I did," she answered softly.

The butler nodded and sighed. "I suppose that's fair. At the latest, we must all return to the Devildom within three days. That gives us time to finish our tasks in the human world, and hopefully enough time for you."

She slowly nodded in agreement wordlessly, feeling apprehensive about a three day deadline. Barbatos bowed his head and stood, collecting the dishes.

"Please feel free to ask anything of me, my lady," the butler added before walking away.

Diavolo looked down at his partner and felt his own smile fall. He didn't like the sullen look on her face, so he took her hand as he stood.

"I'd like to show you something," he murmured, gently pulling her to her feet. She followed him quietly, past all the doors in the penthouse until they reached the end of the hallway.

Once inside, he led her in and she looked around the master bedroom. It was as grand as the rest of the penthouse, if not more so. The windows on the walls went from floor to ceiling, the Alaskan king bed was on a platform with lowlights, and the floors were a brilliant marble with comfortable rugs scattered around. He then led her to another door in the room and simply gestured his hand toward it. She opened it and gasped when she entered the walk-in closet big enough to be a living room filled to the brim with clothes, shoes, handbags, suitcases, jewelry, and accessories. It wasn't just Diavolo's things, like the suits and loafers clearly suiting his tastes. There were gowns, power suits, heels, clothes with name brands she'd never dream of touching.

"Who's is this?" She asked a little skeptically, drawing closer to the women's clothing. She didn't want to assume, but then why else would he bring her?

"Mine. Yours. Ours," he murmured, coming up behind her and placing his hands on her hips.

She reached up and found everything still had tags on them, and upon closer inspection they were all her size.

"I told you I would repay you for your kindnesses. This is just the start. I had everything custom ordered just for you," he explained, looking up at his work and then back down at the top of her head. "You deserve so much more, and I plan to give it to you."

She was quiet as she took it all in. After a few minutes, she finally turned to face the prince.

"You didn't really have to go through all the trouble. I mean... we're together," she tried to explain.

"I did need to, and I will continue to do so. Darling, I want to take care of you. I see how you deny yourself the pleasure and comfort of luxury... yet you crave it," he purred to her. He sank to his knee to be eye-level with her. "It's a noble thing, to be sure, to be so modest, but... with me, you can indulge. You can have what your heart craves. You don't have to deny yourself when you're with me. You can have everything."

Her heart was pounding with his words, her mind racing with contradicting thoughts. She nearly felt sick from how excited her body had become. But then Diavolo pulled her closer and cupped her cheek.

"I know it's a lot. I know I am a lot. But I tell you all of this so you don't feel as conflicted in your decisions. When it comes to your desires, they are as much yours as they are mine. Whatever it is you choose, I'll make it work. Whatever you want... I'll make it happen," he further stated. Tears pooled in her eyes, and he clicked his tongue while smiling and wiping her tears as they fell. "I love you."

"I love you... and thank you," she replied.

He nodded and leaned in for a kiss. She instantly reciprocated by deepening the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. His lips curled into a smile, and he gripped her waist in his large hands, pulling her in closer. Carefully, he detached from the kiss and pulled her into an embrace as he reached behind her for something. She felt his shoulders moving around her head, and when he pulled back to look at her, he was pulling around the pendant of a necklace he clasped around her neck. She looked down and saw a beautiful Y-shaped diamond chain with a rather sizeable pear-shaped diamond pendent at the end.

"My dream is to bathe you in my riches and love..." he murmured, looking down at the necklace as he still knelt before her. "As I said, I know this is a lot, and please don't feel like this is a bribe to sway you in my favor. But know you'll lack nothing with me. Beyond the riches and clothes, you'll always own my heart, and there will never again be another like you for me."

She brought her hand up, much smaller than his, to gather the necklace into her palm and bring it up to look at it. It was clear this was no average necklace. The weight alone told her this was worth more than the house she lived in with her parents.

Diavolo saw the look on her face as she inspected the piece of jewelry. "It's not wrong to want these things, my love. You're allowed to want a certain lifestyle for yourself." He then bent his index finger and took the knuckle beneath her chin to raise her gaze to his. "I'm more than willing to give you that life or any life you want. You can be my princess or simply mine, no title necessary. If the royal life is too much, then you won't worry about it. But... if it's something you might be interested in, I'm happy to share it with you. Just know you have options as well. Loving me and choosing me won't mean you're stuck."

It was still several minutes before she reacted to everything he'd presented to her. He could tell she was thinking very deeply about everything, to which, he was glad. Diavolo wanted this to be her decision and her decision only. He was happy with whatever he could do for her. She looked around the closet and then back at her prince. He waited for her; he'd wait a thousand years for her because the truth was, he'd already waited this long for her... his entire life, that is.

Finally, she nodded and kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his neck again and beginning to sink downward. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he brought his second knee down to the floor, pulling her to straddle his lap.

The sound of fabric moving and soft moans and sighs filled the room as they started to undress each other. As much as they felt the need to make this a quick and needy fuck, simultaneously, they didn't. And for this time, they took it slower.

Using his suit jacket, he balled it up and placed it beneath her head. He was much more tender this time, placing gentle and slow kisses across the span of her chest and up her neck. She refused to spare any caresses for him and stroked his internal inferno in the way only she knew how. Their hands worked in tandem to bring each other greater pleasure and a little teasing, too. Her soft, small, delicate hands worked his inhuman sized cock, while his giant hands carefully worked to stretch her out on his fingers.

After a few looks of unspoken but clear approval and consent, he helped support her back by sliding his arm beneath her rear and lifting her hips up. He knelt in front of her with his legs tucked beneath himself as he pulled her thighs up and around his hips. Guiding his leaking cock into her entrance, they both groaned with little shame. He gave a few slow and deep thrusts followed by softened grinding to truly stretch her out, and she was squirming and writhing with pleasure in mere seconds.

"Are you comfortable?" His question came out in a murmur. She focused for a moment on his gaze and finally shook her head, no.

He snapped his fingers and swept her up into his arms. She was in awe of the grace and strength he had to pick her up from laying down all the way to his feet to carry her, all while keeping her sheathed on his dick, over to the black velvet settee that appeared. He laid her back with her head on the decorative matching pillow.

She sighed and smiled as her back and hips relaxed again, and Diavolo could feel it in the way she melted with him. Keeping one foot planted on the floor and the other tucked beneath him while sitting on the settee, he began rocking his hips back and forth with his hands back on her waist, smiling and groaning. "There's my girl. You feel so good every time for me," he murmured, nearly in a trance from being pussydrunk.

"Mm, Diavolo," she moaned his name, and he swore no one could be more worthy to say it than her.

His gaze fell back to hers, and he took in the whole scene before him before the corner of his lips curled up. "I believe this is the most beautiful I've ever seen you look: naked, on my cock, and dripping with diamonds," he stated breathlessly. He left the necklace on her and realized, indeed, he wanted to cover her body in gold, silver, platinum, rhodium, diamonds, rubies, whatever he could get his hands on and she would accept from him. There was a certain pride he felt in looking down at her like this. Never again would there be a soul and vessel quite like this.

And to her, she could see all of these thoughts and emotions as she gazed into his eyes. The deeply profound desire and love he held in his expression made her heart melt and core throb. He could say the same with how she looked at him, always so eager yet tender, downright debauched but always loving. Every fiber of his being wanted to explode with all the feelings and sensations, but all he could do instead was use that energy into making love to her. His thrusts became slower and deeper. His hips rolled with precision. He slung her leg over his elbow and leaned in to press deeper.

"D-Dia!" She whined as he started to reach that deep spot inside her. The head of his cock began tapping that spot and she saw stars burst in her vision as her orgasm came on so quickly. "Oh fuck!" She screamed out. A rush of her release flowed out, drenching his dick and flowing down her ass.

"That's it, that's my baby," she heard him grunt, his own brows pinched as he fought to stave off his own orgasm but continue to deliver hers. The pleasure was so immense he even moaned louder, his eyes squeezing shut. "Fuck..."

"Where'd the lovebirds go?" Mammon asked, looking around the living room where his brothers all sat. Levi, Beel, and Belphie all watched the giant flat-screen television mounted above the fireplace while Lucifer and Satan read quietly. Asmo was doing his nails at the coffee table.

"I saw Diavolo take her to the master suite a little bit ago. She looked a bit tired," Lucifer answered. Everyone paused and glanced over at the eldest, but he chose to ignore their questioning gazes.

"Ooo, I bet they're having sex now–" Asmo chirped, finishing the top coat.

"Asmo," Lucifer warned, rolling his eyes.

"I mean, they've been quiet. Maybe they did take a nap," Satan mused, turning a page in his book.

Belphie finally looked around as well. "Shouldn't we be preparing to go home? Why would Diavolo be napping?"

"I mean, what's the rush? It's nice here," Mammon quickly tried to steer that conversation in a different direction.

"No, Belphie is correct. We ought to be making arrangements for home," Lucifer answered with a sigh, folding his papers and setting them down. He stood and began walking toward the main hallway of the penthouse, and his brothers began to follow.

"Yes baby, cum inside me again!"

All seven came to a halt, stunned by what they heard coming from the end of the hall.

"... Maybe they did not, in fact, take a nap..." Satan deadpannned, walking away immediately.

"So they are having sex! I knew it. I bet they're so hot together. I just want to–" Asmo started to rejoice until Barbatos grabbed his outstretched hand that was heading toward the doorknob to the master suite.

"I highly suggest you not act so impulsively, Asmodeus. You would embarrass her and disturb both my lord and the young lady," Barbatos explained tersely.

"Oh, but Barbatos!" Asmo whined fruitlessly as the butler dragged him away, the rhythmic pounding of the headboard fading.

Diavolo huffed as he ground himself deeper into her. This was their third consecutive round, and he wasn't quite used to going this long with her. It was a happy surprise, to be sure. Sweat was building in his hair, a slight sheen forming across his muscular body and glimmering below the lights of the room. He moved them to the bedroom for more comfort after realizing that even she wasn't quite done after just two rounds on the settee.

"My sweet love," he groaned, feeling the ache and fire swirling in his abdomen. "You'll be the death of me." His head was next to hers as he laid on top of her, his body practically covering hers. Both her legs were laid over his inner elbows, only giving her the deepest thrusts. He barely pulled back before thrusting forward deeply and grinding the head of his cock against that sweet spot all the way back. His kisses were sloppy yet sweet against her face, neck, and shoulders.

But so long as she wanted to keep going, enjoying every pleasure he had to offer her, loving every orgasm she was brought to, he wouldn't stop. He felt the overwhelming desire to keep going even longer than that, but at the end of the day, her pleasure is all that mattered to him.

However, he didn't anticipate his thoughts starting to wander as he made love to her. He didn't expect to start doubting their moments together. It was eating at him until he finally chose to speak up.

"I can't be apart from you, my love. I... I can't give this up," he murmured in her ear. He lifted his head back and looked at her with a painfully serious expression. "I... I love you too much. To not have this... to not have you, I wouldn't be complete. I can't live without you. If I go back home without you... it won't be home to me." He looked up at her, his eyes all glassy with emotion. "You are my home, love."

"Oh honey..." she murmured, cupping his cheek. They stopped moving and held still as they gazed at one another.

"My love, I will respect your decision no matter what, but... please don't stay. Come with me. I want you at my side," he pleaded with her. He propped himself up on an elbow, caressing her face and neck.

She chewed on her lip and looked askance. "I... I'm just scared," she confessed. "I don't know what it's like and... I'm not naive, Diavolo. A place full of demons isn't exactly a place for someone like me, is it?"

"I'll make a place for you, at my side, my heart. You'll have the protection of me and the seven brothers. But, you're right; the Devildom is not the best place for a human right now, but I have dreams to make it hospitable to anyone who comes into my domain. This includes you. I want to share my home with you," he answered, all the fondness and love in his eyes for her.

"But... I won't live forever," she added as well. He shifted and nodded, knowing this was another valid concern.

"I know that, my love. That's what makes every moment so precious with you. I cherish every minute of our time because it's far more valuable than anything else I'll have possession of," he replied. "And... we can discuss that more when the time comes."

She sat there with what he had said for several minutes. At the end of it all, she knew he was sincere. She knew he'd take care of her, treat her well, and protect her. Everything he'd said so far, at her core, she was convinced he could do. She was just so afraid of the unknown, the uncertain, that it made her hesitate. But... when she looked up into his golden gaze, she couldn't deny herself, or him, in this moment. All she found was love and honesty in his expression.

It was enough for her.

"Dia..." she murmured. He froze a bit, looking down at her when he heard the serious tone she used. "I'll go. I'll come with you."

His eyes widened, and he looked almost taken aback. "Y-You will?" He stammered, his pitch high. "You will?" He asked again, this time regaining composure.

"Yes... I want to see your home. You got to see mine and experience it. If we're going to be together... I want to experience your life and your home too. And if it means I stay with you... then I'll stay for as long as I can," she replied.

Diavolo searched her eyes, nearly in disbelief of what he heard. He was astounded by it all. She could scarcely believe it herself, to take such a leap of faith to leave all that she's ever known for a man, a demon man, who started as just a doll but became so much more: a friend, a lover, a soulmate.

He kissed her passionately then, his lips hard and forceful on hers. His arms slid under her back to pull her upright as he rose to his knees on the mattress. She could feel how hard he was breathing and more of his unparalleled strength as he held her upright. When she was low on oxygen, he rasped and pulled back. "I can't thank you enough. I promise, you'll have everything," he finally answered back.

The prince sat back onto his rear and helped her to straddle him properly and more comfortably, all while still sheathed on his now throbbing cock. "Just one more," he muttered, taking her arms and looping them over his shoulders and around his neck. His own hands landed on her waist and he began guiding her up and down on his dick, making them both moan together. The obscene schlick sounds coming from her pussy running rivets of sticky arousal between their joined bodies came back that much louder.

He pressed his forehead to hers, his hot breath fanning her face. "I love you, my treasure. Thank you for being mine," he murmured, sounding strained with pleasure.

The woman merely nodded as she clung onto him, moaning louder with every bounce. His hands greedily ran all over her body as she took over the rhythm and movement, and he squeezed, groped, and gripped onto every inch available. From her the tops of her shoulders to the fat round globes of her ass, it was his to lay hands on.

"Fuck, I love you, sweetness," he grunted. "You're going to make me lose myself."

"Then lose it," she rasped. She rolled her head backwards and arched her back deeply as she rode his cock.

He growled and placed one hand back in her waist while the other went up into her hair, grabbing a generous amount of it in his fist. She moaned softly at first, and then much louder when he gave it a good tug. They increased the pace together as fast as she could go until he could see her energy finally starting to wane. Quickly, he shoved her onto her back on the mattress again and began pounding into her.

"I'm never letting you go," he rasped in her ear. "You're mine. For eternity."

She gasped, and a vibrant shudder ran down her spine in response to his sudden possessiveness. She turned her head up to look at him, seeing determination and deep-seated desire in his eyes. He was all she could see in this moment, her view entirely comprised of his face and upper body.

"Close, baby?" He asked, feeling her walls start to clamp down and more of her slick sliding over his cock. She nodded immediately and clutched him tighter. He grinned and cradled her in his arms while he continued to thrust deeply and gaining speed. "Let go for me. Give everything you have, and give it to me. Lose yourself in me and only me."

Her breathing started to quicken, and her claw-like nails were digging into his back. "Fuck, Diavolo–" she whined. She just needed a little more. And he knew just what to do.

Placing his head next to hers, he began murmuring into her ear. "I'm going to cum so deep inside you, letting everyone know that you're mine. When we're home, I'll breed you anytime you want. I'll make sure you're so full of me, my seed will be dripping for days. Everyone will know you belong to the Demon Lord. And I'll make you my sweet little wife to take care of for all our days," he whispered to her, grunting between words occasionally.

That's what did it for her. A cascade of raw pleasure burst throughout her body, causing her to give a short wail. She trembled beneath him as more of her cum gushed over and around his cock, dampening the sheets further. Her fluttering walls, the way she whined and moaned, and how she clung to him made him finally lose himself, too.

He gave long, hard thrusts before locking his hips forward, unloading every spurt and drop of hot cum deep inside her. His own pitch raised an octave, hardly believing how this sort of pleasure could feel any better than before, but it was. Maybe it was knowing he was keeping the love of his life, but nonetheless, this was unlike anything he'd felt before. He felt so in-sync with her, experiencing her flow of pleasure mixing with his own. A small whimper managed to escape his lips, so he hushed himself by kissing her neck and hear her soft moans better. He continued to softly grind himself into her, still hard as a rock, to extend their pleasure a bit longer.

After several minutes, he felt her body slacken. Her hands slid off his back and down at her sides, and her legs fell open as she relaxed. It was almost a struggle for him as well as he propped himself up on one elbow.

"So perfect..." he murmured, smoothing her hair back out of her face. "Thank you," he added with a small smile.

"Why?" She mumbled, her eyes barely open.

Diavolo chuckled and shook his head. "I'm thanking you for being mine, for being so perfect for me, for being you," he answered. "You are everything to me, and I'm happy you're going to be with me."

She nodded and finally sighed. "I'm tired," she whispered weakly. He chuckled again.

"I was afraid you'd want more, and I'd have to be the one to tell you no."

She smirked and rolled her head to the side. "I mean, there's always later, right? I like it when you fill me up."

His eyes widened, and his dick throbbed again at those words. He groaned and gripped the sheets. "I mean it, you're going to kill me one day through words alone."

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Pairing: Ryuusei Shidou

Wordcount: 1.8k

Warnings: Grinding, fingering, public sex, light biting / nipping, creampie. Not proofread rip

Notes: For my sweet @kweenkatsuki

You really didn’t mind being on the road this often, hours at a time as you watch the landscape pass you by in whips. It’s always your favorite when you’re out of big cities, large stretches of rolling hills or farmland always a welcomed sight.

It was beautiful in Japan, you won’t lie, but there's just something about the familiarity of driving through your own home country that brings a much wider smile to your face. Allowing a feeling of serenity to settle into you as you lean against the cushions, chin resting on your folded hands.  

Feeling peaceful at the moment.. until your boyfriend, Shidou, sees it fit to disturb it. 

“How fuckin long until we get to the hotel, been on this bus for hours.” 

You’d warned him beforehand that traversing this country from stadium to airport to stadium again wasn’t as simple as it was in Japan. Or even the few times you’d been with him in Europe. 

He leans against you, crowding your space to gain your attention before wrapping his fingers around your jaw that you slap away gently. Pretty scowl to plush lips with a furrowed brow he’s told you is sexy one of the times he admitted to enjoying riling you up. 

His lips part to speak, quirk to his brow and crooked curl to his grin, sure to utter careful, you’ll make my cock hard like some sort of crude catchphrase before you cut him off. 

“I was enjoying the silence, keep your mouth shut if you want to sit here.” 

His eyes roll like your biting words sent a jolt of pleasure through him, which they likely did knowing him, as he attempts to tilt into your view once again. Insistent on pestering you to curb his restlessness when you fix him with another irresistible scowl. But he knows when and when not to press you too hard, couped up in a confined space for who knows how much longer being one of the moments that he shouldn’t. 

Ryuusei chuckles, hands up in submission, leaning to kiss your cheek before he opts to fill his boredom spending time with his teammates after you brush him off the first time; though his warped version of comradery is what everyone actually considers borderline harassment. Making his rounds between each row of seats as you hear complaints and small scuffles before you watch the swatch of tan skin and light hair move on to his next victim. 

The team captain, Sae Itoshi, is the only one (besides yourself) that can mostly have Shidou settle without much of a fight from the man. 

The sun is setting below the horizon when Shidou returns to your spacious seat near the tail end of the bus. You’d yet to draw the shade on the broad back window, bathing yourself in the remaining warmth of the sinking star and washing in brilliant swatches of pinks and blues. Giving yourself a glow that has Ryuusei ogling you longer than he normally does. 

You watch him carefully from the corner of your eye as he drapes himself on your side, temple resting against your shoulder as he reaches into your bag for his phone. Twirling it in his hands instead of unlocking the device, fiddling in the way he always does when he’s testing your fuse with him. 

“I got an idea,” he perks instantly, turning his head on your shoulder to look up at you, sly grin speeding on his face when he sees you inhale slowly as your lids slip shut. God he loved testing your patience the most. You prop your arm against the back of the seat in front of you, resting your cheek in your hand when you finally adjust to semi face him. 

A mistake as you realize you’ve surely lost any peace and quiet you thought you’d have but you laugh when he finishes his thought, “first person to get too horny on loses.” 

You think he’s joking for only a brief moment, but then you remember the man before you. Recall all the times he’s gotten on his knees to lap at your cunt in the locker room knowing his team weren’t too far behind him coming off the pitch. Eager to have a taste of you after a hard won match but Shidou seems to always have exceedingly high caches of stamina.  

“Seriously, when are you not horny?”

Ryuusei shrugs his shoulders, scooting closer to you and tilting his face to inch closer to your own. Feeling his breath puff against your skin as he moves to adjust pelvis as he sees fit. Fingers already working at the button of your shorts and the sound of your zipper being pulled down feels too loud compared to his sultry purr, “that’s not a no.”

You suspect he likes to work for whatever he can get from you at this point. Rolling your eyes while you tilt your head, teeth pulling at your bottom lip as your boyfriend continues. Shimmying your shorts down until they’re around your knees, wasting no time in touching you when he cups your mound. 

His free hand cradling your jaw to pull you back to him, his lips brushing against yours and his tongue swipes for entrance a moment later. Sliding over your own wet muscle with a pleased hum deep in his chest as his thumb starts to roll over your still clothed clit. 

Intent on overwhelming you quickly with his own desire, letting his hand slide down your body. Groping at the fullness of your chest and over your natural waist before landing on your hip to pull you into him. Forcing you into a half laying position, allowing room between your spread legs for him to slot between. Still fully clothed himself in his joggers and layered short sleeve and tank top combination. 

Rutting his hips slowly into the meat of your inner thigh while his nimble fingers tease at the seam of your underwear. Pulling them over just enough to feel the growing wetness before pressing his fingers over the fabric to dampen it. Only parting from the dizzying kiss to dot his fevered affection along your jawline and the column of your throat. 

“Wet already? I see you're so eager,hm?” Ryuusei whispers into your skin, between nips at your shoulder and sucking marks wherever he sees fit. 

You laugh at the comment, pushing at his shoulders just enough to make him give you space. You can feel his cock already rigid with his treatment, from the friction alone of his grinding into you. You get that look about you, the one that never fails to make his eyes widen and his cock jump when the two of you are like this; moving your own hand between your bodies to cup him and stroke when his hips buck at the touch. His head lolling and resting in the crook of your throat already, weak to your returned affections no matter how long you two have been together now. 

“Are you sure it’s me that’s eager?” Your voice that sultry coo, making Ryuusei groan. Rocking his hips into your fist when your soft hand dips below the band of his bottoms. Your thumb swiping and spreading the pre from his weeping slit down his shaft. 

Craning your neck to grant him more access when he pulls himself from his stupor. Getting lost in the pleasure of you easily though, finally letting his fingers glide through your slick uninhibited. Spreading your lips and teasing at your entrance as he revels in the wet click form his ministrations. 

It isn’t long until the both of you fall into a rhythm, hips rolling in sync to the movements of one another hands. Pressed closely together, exhaled breaths creating a humidity that clings to both of your skin between long kisses. 

But it’s Shidou who breaks first, no longer satisfied with the lazy plunge of his fingers into your heat that keeps you from climaxing just yet. Gripping at your wrist as he shoves his joggers down with a feral grin. His fist replacing your smaller hand over his shaft as he guides himself to your entrance, running his cockhead between your folds to coat himself first before prodding teasingly. 

His arms frame either side of your head when his tip sinks into you, your thighs slowly squeezing around his hips. Urging a breathless chuckle from Shidou when your heel digs into his backside to hurry him along. 

“Can’t wait? Don’t worry,” another tease before he thrusts into you quickly, rushing air from your lungs but you make to hold it so you don’t moan loudly. But Shidou is nothing if not relentless, setting an unforgiving pace easily. One that jostles your body and your breasts bounce in your bra and oversized jersey. A sight that he never tires of, watching you get lost in how he fucks you while wearing his name on your shirt. 

The soft squelches of your cunt that fills the space is music to his ears and the creamy rings slicking down the thatch of wiry hairs to his pelvis makes saliva gather on his tongue. Remiss at the fact he hadn’t tasted you first like he always does but you’re holding him closely and your velvet walls are squeezing around him greedily, telling of your impending demise. 

Watching you bite your lip to stifle what Ryuusei knows is a throaty moan when he cants his hips to repeatedly hit that patch within you that never fails to have you falling apart on his cock. He leans down, lips at the shell of your ear as both of his hands rest on your hips, pushing you down into each pointed thrust, “gonna get loud, baby? Gonna let ‘em hear how good I fuck you? I want ya too, fuck I just might myself, never can get enough of this divine pussy.” 

Each filthy praise only warming your skin worse than the shared body heat between you both but you begin to make small noises. Slipped past your lips unbidden as the coil winds tighter in your lower belly. Arching into him and digging your nails into his back over his shirt, tipping over the edge in blissful euphoria and white hot pleasure when he groans, long and low directly into your ear, “I’m gonna come, shit, I’m gonna fill you up so good baby.” 

A promise he keeps moments later, his erratic pace punctuated by one final stutter out of sync as he reaches his climax. Painting your cunt in sticky shades of him, rutting into you slow and deep just like you like as you milk him for every last drop.

You’re still riding your high, hips bucking into Ryuusei’s with barely muffled whimpers into his shoulder while he coos teasingly when another voice interrupts the silence. 

“Can’t you fucking wait until we get to the hotel?” 

“Sorry cap, with a babe like this can ya blame me?”

#vixen drabbles #shidou x you #shidou x reader #shidou x y/n #bllk smut #bllk x reader

[yandere-writer-momo]

What are the yanderes ideal wedding plans?...if any 💀

Yandere Baki Head Canons

Wedding planning. From most to least into actually marrying you

AFAB reader

Minors DNI

Orochi Katsumi

Total groomzilla. The wedding ceremony and reception have to be perfect. And your crazy future in laws are helping him

A small venue of only your closest friends and family. Mostly his karate friends and his family though

He makes sure everything is perfect for his future spouse. There won’t be a hair out of place on either of you. And he actually would love it if you teared up during your vows. Katsumi loves you a lot

He also planned a private honeymoon for you to your dream destination

Biscuit Oliva

Him and Katsumi are tied for being giant groomzillas. Oliva goes way over the top

The biggest venue ever and your wedding dress is one of the most expensive ones he could find (that you loved of course)

Hires the best caters, hair dressers, makeup artists, and photographers around so it’s all perfect

He probably wrote your vows for you

He’s most excited about your first night together because he picked out your honeymoon on a tropical island and he makes sure you two have an amazing and relaxing time

Hanayama Kaoru

Big , grand, and heavily guarded

This man is the #1 sugar daddy. He’s going big instead of home. He has everything picked out, even your dress (he knows your size and you’d tastes)

Hanayama picks our everything. He’s always in control inside and outside of the bedroom. He loves dressing you up and taking you out about with him

He makes sure there’s pictures of your wedding every where in Japan so everyone knows that you are his wife

His henchmen maid refer to you as boss’s wife or Mrs Hanayama. And they are not allowed to look at you. Ever

Your honeymoon is in France and it’s two weeks long. You’re taken to the most expensive places and eateries and you’re getting fucked senseless every night. Probably on the balcony so everyone can see who makes you scream

Shinogi Kureha

He’s traditional so he would have a wedding. You both look very pretty next to each other

It’s a very simple yet elegant wedding

Kureha has you plan a lot of it because he wants this day to be about you

But Kureha plans the honey moon to be in Okinawa so you two can enjoy the beautiful beaches and go to some onsens to relax. Kureha is all about pleasing you

Kaioh Retsu

Another traditional man but he flies you two out to china to get married. Retsu loves his country

You’re in a traditional Chinese wedding dress and it’s a very traditional Chinese wedding

You’re honey moon is in china too and he also takes you to the temple he used to live at

If you get pregnant, you’re having your baby in China

Baki Hanma

He would plan a wedding if you wanted one. Very simple and cute

He cries like a baby when you walk down the aisle

You guys just travel around Japan for your honeymoon

Jack Hanma

He wants to elope. It’s simple and easy. And he would let you have your parents and friends there as witnesses since he doesn’t really have anybody

He’s all about the honeymoon part. Probably takes you on beautiful scenic trips where there’s no one around so he can fuck you in public. Jack doesn’t care

In a cave behind a waterfall, on a path in the forest, in a flower meadow, in a lake, etc. Jack will get it on with you anywhere and any way

Jun Guevara

Also wants to elope that way he can take you to explore the sea with him as his wife

Definitely having sex in the captain quarters all the time. All the time

Hector Doyle

No. He’s a criminal and he kidnapped you

There’s no wedding planning at all. But at least the sex is great

Gaia & Sikorsky

You’re dating both of them and polygamy isn’t accepted in Japan

But you are very loved

#baki hanma #baki the grappler #baki x reader #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere fic #baki son of ogre #female reader #kaoru hanayama #jack hanma #yandere baki #grappler baki #baki dou #baki headcanons #baki kaoru hanayama #baki the grappler x reader #Bali #yandere x you #yandere x reader #Baki Yandere #Jun Guevara #Hector Doyle #Sikorsky #gaia baki #katsumi orochi x reader #katsumi orochi

[zarvasace]

Another Point in Favor of Vidow

By this point, many of us in the Four Swords manga fandom are aware of the relationship that is (or maybe isn't) implied between Vio and Shadow. I agree that it is up for some debate, but also my opinion is that the relationship is as clear as it can get, operating within the bounds of its context—that is, early-2000s Japan, kids' manga, the bias against gay couples.

This is just another pin on the conspiracy board of red lines!

The moon is present in three main places during the Vio/Shadow arc—very first (and most damning) when the two meet one-on-one, once in a panel showing the Fire Temple that the two are hanging out in, and once behind the two as they ride on the dragon to cause chaos. (Many thanks to @hauntinghyrule for helping me find those!)

There is a common belief in Japan that the author Natsume Souseki once told a student that their translation was wrong. They'd translated "I love you" as "kimi o aisu," and he thought it was far too blunt. He was a product of the Meiji era, and preferred the idea that the Japanese language should be more poetic and subtle. He then proposed the idea that instead of "ware kimi wo aisu," one should say "tsuki ga kirei desu ne" instead, which translates to English more as "the moon is beautiful, isn't it?" (You can read more about that, and why the guy might not have actually said it, here!)

You can see where I'm going with this.

Whether or not Souseki actually said it, the phrase is widely understood to be a sideways way of saying "I love you." The moon has a lot of meanings in Japanese culture and language, and I won't say that this is the interpretation, or if our lovely authors meant this at all, but they might have. They seem fond of hinting at it. ("We feel blessed that the characters' feelings came across so clearly.")

If we can read into the presence of the moon as presence of romantic possibility, what happens then? Well. A lot.

When Shadow first approaches Vio, he's seen hanging out on top of a pine tree with the moon bright and full behind him.

This isn't the actual manga panel, I don't have that right now, but this art was based on that specific scene, and you may recognize it. There are a few other panels this scene that Vidow shippers like to call out—Vio's apparent blush when Shadow casually moves his sword away (a power move regardless of intent that made me fall in love with him), or the way Shadow hangs on Vio when persuading him to turn to the dark side. If we can read the moon's presence as a hint towards romance, then it's pretty clear what's being implied here—there's an element of seduction.

The second place we see the moon is just after Vio and Shadow's heart-to-heart on the balcony, one of the only canon interactions between them during this period without a lot of plot happening. Here's the panel I mean:

Like hauntinghyrule pointed out, if the moon is visible here, it was likely present during that conversation. That feels like reaching, but I think it's pretty significant that we can see the moon in this panel, too. It's here for that bonding moment. It's part of establishing the tone and setting. If the moon is inherently romantic, then so is this scene.

And then the third panel that the moon is seen in is this one, Vio and Shadow flying on a dragon to bring chaos and fire:

If the moon means romance, then this is a date. They've had their moment, they're in love, all is going well.

It might not mean that much. I could be veering into atla-levels of overanalyzation, for sure! However, this feels like something that could definitely be intentional. "月が綺麗ですね" is understood to sort-of kind-of mean "I love you," turning the moon into a symbol of implied love.

And...it's very thematic, even if it isn't intended. Come on. The moon, hinting toward unspoken romance in some of the scenes where Vio and Shadow's dynamic is at its most stable? Dramatic. Amazing.

...You could read even more into it, and say that Vio is Shadow's moon—reflected light of the Hero or the Princess, guiding him to see the good, a desirable light in the darkness that Shadow insists he has to stay in. There's something lovely about that interpretation, too. :)

#four swords #vidow #um. anyway #my friend likes the ship and got a degree in asian studies #which is where i became aware of this #i think its fun #i speak from the coffin #discourse #??? #metatextual wankery #i guess

[leftingbadly]

Want to start off by saying that it is SO cool if u don’t do this one (as with anything!!), but I started my period and am dying 😭 Been into vampires my entire life and always wondered…what do u do on ur period? Like…I can’t imagine I’d even have the energy to fight back LMAO ANYWAYSSS how do u think Godric would be like if his human gf was on her period? Bet he wasn’t being educated on them even when he WAS human 😭😭 — Anon of Gaul (is that an ok anon tag??)

What He's Like On Your Period

Japan is attacking, return from the war soon nonny. (Anon of Gaul is beautiful, yes.)

Pairing: Godric x reader

He wouldn’t even need to ask what was wrong when he came into the room one day and found you splayed on the couch, hands on your stomach, panting as the pain took over your body

He’d stand there for a moment as he took you in, the sight of you, the sounds of you, the smell of you 

Honestly, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself at first, but then he finds himself again. I love her, he reminds himself I love her, she’s in pain, help her

“My beautiful love, do you ache?”

As his hand comes to your face, gentle fingers lifting to your cheek, to your temple, into your hair as he scratches your head and lays kisses where his lips find your skin. He's so soft for you istg

“Can I make it better for you?”

“Let me make it right, my love. Let me do my job.”

He’d try to make you feel better, obviously 

“I’m sorry, my love,” a soft voice murmured against stomach skin, his cold lips a gentle reprieve to the heat and pain your body was giving off now. You could feel the tender kisses he left there in the wake, but even the most simple, light-hearted kisses he left there caused your entire body to react to him and contract on its own, worsening the pain in your gut. Godric noticed this immediately, of course, you looked down just in time to see his wide blue eyes stare up at you. 

You were too tired to tell him to stop, and too sad at the thought of having him part from you that you didn’t know what to do. A huff of agitation left you, and he chuckled lightly at your performance. 

“May I?” He asked as he aligned his body with yours, strong hands and legs holding him up so that he didn’t crush you. For a moment you were confused, and in the next his lips were on yours. But there was something different about this kiss, soft, yes, but tangy. Something metallic and wet slipped passed, and it wasn’t until your pain began to lessen did you realise he had bitten his tongue before sliding it along yours. 

Despite him not having been human, the dude was alive for 2000 years and saw the evolution of female sanitary products himself, so he knows a thing or two about how to take care of his woman. BUT that didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun too

Your body was still too weak to move back, but it felt like the very nerves of your body were reaching out to him. Godric shifted, his legs straightening as he leaned back to sit on his thighs, strong hands pulling you up into and against him as he lifted your body, then your arms, and wrapped them around his neck himself. He pushes his tongue along yours, slithering over it, coating it and your lips in his blood to relieve you of your pain—and then his own hands gripped tight onto your hips and pushes down, and grinds, and his hand slips between the waistband of your shorts, to lick, to taste, to savour and adore, so that you may relieve him of his. 

"It would be easier, my love, if I gave you blood where it hurts."

#Godric #True blood #Godric imagine #godric x ofc #godric x reader #godric true blood #southern vampire mysteries #true blood imagines #vampire #vampires #fanfiction #writing #angst #vampire boyfriend

[tokidokitokyo]

福島県

Japanese Prefectures: Tohoku - Fukushima

都道府県 (とどうふけん) - Prefectures of Japan

Learning the kanji and a little bit about each of Japan’s 47 prefectures!

Kanji・漢字

福　フク　blessing, fortune

島　しま、トウ　island

県　ケン　prefecture

東北　とうほく　north-east, Tohoku (northernmost six prefectures of Honshu)

Prefectural Capital (県庁所在地) : Fukushima (福島市)

Fukushima is the third largest prefecture of the 47 prefectures of Japan and stretches between the mountainous interior of Northern Honshu to the Pacific Ocean. Like most of the other Tohoku prefectures, Fukushima boasts expansive natural beauty, relaxing hot springs, a rich history, and excellent ski resorts. The feudal Aizu Clan, of the still-standing castle town of Aizu-Wakamatsu, remained loyal to the shogun, even after the shogun was removed from power during the Meiji Restoration. This loyalty led to the Aizu area becoming a battleground of the Boshin War in 1868, where those loyal to the shogun were pushed northwards into Tohoku and Hokkaido as they resisted the reformers and those loyal to the emperor. The Aizu area boasts the post town of Ouchijuku, with buildings retained from the samurai era; Tsuruga Castle; hot springs; and a famous sake brewery.

The March 2011 earthquake and tsunami devastated the coastal areas of Fukushima Prefecture and caused a nuclear accident at the Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Plant. Tens of thousands of residents were evacuated and a no-entry zone was set up around the nuclear plant. The no-entry zone makes up less than 3% of the prefecture's area, and even inside most of the no-entry zone, radiation levels have declined far below the levels that airplane passengers are exposed to at cruising altitude. Thus Fukushima has been deemed safe for tourists to visit. Wide areas of western Fukushima, in particular, escaped much contamination, including the mountainous interior around the historic city of Aizu-Wakamatsu. And even in most of the eastern parts of the prefecture, radiation levels have by now decreased to pre-2011 levels due to natural decay and decontamination efforts.

Recommended Tourist Spot・おすすめ観光スポット

Ouchijuku - 大内宿

Photo by JR Times

If you want a taste of Edo Period Japan, Ouchijuku is the place for you. This is a former post town along the Aizu-Nishi Kaido trade route, which connected the centers of Aizu (a former castle town to the north in Fukushima) and Nikko (to the south in Tochigi prefecture) during the Edo Period. Restrictions set by the shogunate required travelers to make the journey on foot, and thus post towns such as Ouchijuku developed along the route to provide food, accommodation, and rest. Ouchijuku has been restored to look as it did in the Edo Period, with thatched roof buildings that house a variety of shops, restaurants, and minshuku (small traditional Japanese inns).

The former Honjin, or principal inn for high ranking government officials, is currently a museum, offering an example of elegant traditional housing interiors of the Edo Period and includes a collection of dishes, clothing, and other artifacts.

The Takakura Shrine is a five minute walk off the main path and hosts a unique purification fountain in the midst of a stand of Japanese cedar trees, and was dedicated to Prince Mochihito, who died in June 1180. Near the beginning of the Genpei War (1180-1185) during the Battle of Uji, the prince fled to the Phoenix Hall of the Byōdō-in temple, where he was later captured and killed at the torii gate of Kōmyōsan. It was said that he managed to escape, and hid in Ouchijuku.

Shohoji Temple is located at the end of the main street and up a steep flight of stairs. At the top of the path visitors can enjoy a panoramic view of Ouchijuku and its surroundings.

Regional Cuisine - 郷土料理

Kitakata Ramen - 喜多方ラーメン

Photo by JR Times

Kitakata ramen is a gourmet specialty from Kitakata, Fukushima prefecture. The origin of these noodles is said to be from Chinese noodles sold in stalls by young people who had come from China from 1920-1930. The noodles are thick and flat with a firm appearance and texture and a relatively high moisture level. The soup is a soy base, with flavors varying depending on the shop, from miso to salt. To determine where to eat, there is a Ramen Map located at the tourist information center in Kitakata.

The popular Kitakata Ramen Burger is made from baked and hardened noodles together with pork, menma, and green onions. Kitakata is also known for its unique culture of eating ramen early in the morning. People who started work very early in the morning at sake breweries and on farms would eat ramen early in the morning, and thus the habit began. "Morning ramen" is available at many shops in the area.

Fukushima Dialect・Fukushima-ben・福島弁

Fukushima-ben or the dialect of Fukushima is similar in some ways to the other Tohoku (or North-East Japan) dialects, but also has some key differences. Here are some interesting phrases I found.

洗濯物をおっこむ (sentakumono o okkomu)

Standard Japanese: 洗濯物を取り込む (sentakumono o torikomu) English: to take in the laundry

ぶっちめた (bucchimeta)

Standard Japanese: ぶつけた (butsuketa) English: to hit (e.g. one's head)

すっぺったこっぺった (suppetta koppetta)

Standard Japanese: ごちゃごちゃ言うな (gocha gocha iu na) English: don't complain about it

うっちしい (ucchishii)

Standard Japanese: うるさい (urusai) English: noisy, annoying

#japanese prefectures #日本語 #japanese #japanese language #japanese langblr #langblr #studyblr #都道府県 #福島県 #fukushima

[bluelocksource]

Aryū Jyūbei’s trivia (source: twt & Egoist Bible).

"Right now, I’m the most fashionable on this field.”

☆ Character's colour: Champagne gold.

☆ Weapons: Jumping and long limbs.

☆ Birthday: 3rd November.

☆ Current age: 18 (3rd year of high school)

☆ Zodiac: Scorpio.

☆ Birthplace: Tochigi Prefecture.

☆ Family: Father. Mother. Himself.

☆ Current height: 195 cm.

☆ Foot size: 29 cm.

☆ Dominant foot: Right foot.

☆ Blood type: A.

☆ Motto: "Live fashionably, die fashionably"

☆ Team before joining BLUE LOCK: Goko High School football club.

☆ Starts playing football: At age 10.

☆ Favorite color: Sky blue.

☆ Favorite food: Sasa chocolate.

☆ Disliked food: Rice with miso soup.

☆ Favorite animal: A black horse called Frederick the Great.

☆ Favorite season: All four seasons. ”Because every season is fashionable.”

☆ Favorite football player: Andy Carroll (because he’s beautiful)

☆ Favorite song: “Chronostasis” by Kinoko Teikoku.

☆ Favorite anime: Buddha “I have to learn more.”

☆ Favorite movie: Edward Scissorhands "Somehow, I sympathize."

☆ Magazine he often reads: ‘Dai-horin’ (comprehensive Buddhist magazine).

☆ Apps he frequently use: Hot pepper beauty. (it is a search & reservation app for largest beauty salon in Japan.)

☆ Mushroom shoots vs Bamboo shoots: Mushroom.

☆ What goes best with rice : “Ikura (red roe). They look like jewels.”

☆ Hobby: Visiting temples.

☆ What makes him happy: Worship.

☆ What makes him upset: Getting dirty.

☆ What he thinks his strength is: Beautiful and fashionable (from head to toe).

☆ What he thinks his weakness is: “That is not a fashionable question.”

☆ Best subject: Art / Ethics / P.E.

☆ Dislike/weak subject: “There is none.”

☆ What made him cry recently: “When Deep Impact, the beautiful horse, died.”

☆ Usual sleeping time: 7 hours.

☆ What he usually ends up buying from convenience store: Sasa chocolate.

☆ Place he washes first when taking a bath: Whichever part that is the dirtiest.

☆ Number of chocolates received from previous Valentine: 53.

☆ At what age he experiences first love: At age 5. “I fell for Kannon Bodhisattva the first time I saw it in Kamakura when I was in kindergarten. It was beautiful.”

☆ What will he do if received 100 million yen: Hire a professional manicurist.

☆ What age he stops receiving presents from Santa: “I’m going to keep receiving gifts for the rest of my life.”

☆ What was his last wish from Santa: Beauty.

☆ How he spent his holiday: Burn incense and meditate.

☆ What will he do during his last day on Earth: “Sit in front of a mirror and have a heart-to-heart conversation with my beautiful self.”

note: i want to apologize in advance for any mistake made in the translation!

#blue lock #aryuu jyubei #trivia #trivia: aryuu jyubei #trivia: profile #bluelocksource #our translation

[bongsuvn]

Art by Not A Starchild

KHẢI ĐỊNH: THE EMPEROR WHO DIDN’T LIKE WOMEN

(Tiếng Việt ở dưới)

Emperor Khải Định (1885 – 1925), named Nguyễn Phúc Tuấn, also known as Nguyễn Phúc Bửu Đảo, was the 12th emperor of the Nguyễn dynasty and father Emperor Bảo Đại (Vietnam’s last monarch). Due to historical beliefs, Emperor Khải Định’s disregard of his harem women allowed others to deem him impotent. Having an impotent husband who never noticed her but gambled and wasted her family money away was the reason why First-ranked Consort Trương, his wife, left him to become a nun.

Abandoned by his wife, Bửu Đảo relied on the palace maid’s care. A young and beautiful maid, Hoàng Thị Cúc, suddenly became pregnant and insisted that the baby was of imperial blood, despite Bửu Đảo’s mother’s attempt to find out who the real father was. Because of this, many speculated that his son, Bảo Đại, was not his; some rumored that he took a tonic that made him take interest in women, allowing him to bless Hoàng Thị Cúc with a child.

From a modern point of view, based on the press and research regarding Khải Định’s life, he was not impotent; he just liked men (or very asexual). This could explain why he often showed boredom towards his maids, as well as the way he treated his wives. Although everyone knew of his impotence, many mandarins still wished to wed their daughters to him for imperial favors. Unable to refuse, the emperor often said: “My harem is a chaste temple, whoever wants to be a nun can enter!” Therefore, although Khải Định refused women, he still had a large harem, not unlike his ancestors. Moreover, in the book Inner Court Stories of the Nguyễn Emperors, Nguyễn Đắc Xuân wrote: “In the mornings, when attending to national duties within the Palace of Political Diligence, his wives stood in two rows to welcome the emperor. However, he would collect the robe’s sleeves to his side so they wouldn’t touch any woman.”

Within ten years as ruler, Khải Định raised Nguyễn Đắc Vọng as his imperial bodyguard, a male favorite of the time. At night, the emperor would hug Vọng to sleep. Due to this ingenuity in obedience, Đắc Vọng was promoted to Fifth-ranked Imperial Bodyguard.

Another story revealed that at festivals with dance performances organized by his harem, Emperor Khải Định would watch with boredom. At one point, he even told the mandarins to replace these dancers with male ones. He seemed to enjoy this, and even ordered the male dancers to apply powder, blush, and lipstick to have fun with him.

In the Letter of Seven Clauses by Phan Chu Trinh, which detailed the sins of Emperor Khải Định, he described the emperor as “wearing ludicrous garments that inappropriately mixed Western and native designs,” as well as “dressing improperly.” Historical documentation regarding Khải Định’s wardrobe showed that he invested a lot in designing the mandarins’, soldiers’, and his personal fashion that was clearly anti-tradition. Chu Trinh said: “The emperor liked and attached great importance to make-up and color coordination by applying gems, gold, silver, and diamonds onto clothes, pants, shoes, boots, hats, and scabbards. He created multiple dragon robes that went against traditional standards of former rulers. In addition, instead of wearing traditional boots, he wore shiny Western leather boots decorated with silver patterns, as well as wearing jeweled belts, white gloves, white Western trousers, and carrying French swords, but his head was still wrapped in Vietnamese turbans, and sometimes even conical hats. His conical hats were made of feathers, covered with golden silk, and had golden tips. The emperor also had black conical hats.”

Khải Định’s tomb, Ứng Mausoleum, in Huế, considered as the most elaborate imperial tomb in Vietnam, was designed by the emperor himself during his reign. The mausoleum was inlaid with porcelain, jade, and precious stone from Japan, China, and the West. Upon entering his tomb, or when reviewing his dressing, one can imagine the luxurious (or to the LGBT+ community, fabulous) personality of Emperor Khải Định.

The famous Hồ Chí Minh also produced a series of taunting works regarding Khải Định, including the short story The Anonymous Visit of the Emperor and the play The Bamboo Dragon, with many details attacking the emperor’s gender expression.

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KHẢI ĐỊNH: VỊ VUA KHÔNG THÍCH ĐÀN BÀ

Vua Khải Định (1885 – 1925) tên là Nguyễn Phúc Tuấn, còn gọi là Nguyễn Phúc Bửu Đảo, là vị vua đời thứ 12 của nhà Nguyễn, cha Bảo Đại. Xét trên quan niệm thời xưa, việc Khải Định không đoái hoài đến cung tần mĩ nữ của mình khiến ông bị coi là bất lực, tức kém khả năng trong tình dục, chăn gối. Việc chồng bất lực, không ngó ngàng gì đến mình, lại cộng thêm ham mê cờ bạc, tiêu tốn của cải gia đình nhà vợ là lí do khiến bà Đệ nhất giai phi Trương thị bỏ ông mà đi tu.

Bị vợ bỏ, Bửu Đảo phải dựa vào sự chăm sóc của những người hầu trong phủ. Tình cờ thì một nô tì trẻ trung, xinh đẹp là Hoàng Thị Cúc đã mang thai và nhất quyết cái thai đó là giọt máu của ông, cho dù thân mẫu của ngài dùng mọi cách để tìm ra ai là cha đứa trẻ. Vì thế mà đã xuất hiện nhiều lời đồn đoán Bảo Đại cũng không phải con ruột của ông; người lại đồn rằng ông dùng thuốc bổ, tự dưng muốn gần gũi phụ nữ, nên ông mới ban ơn cho cung nữ Hoàng Thị Cúc.

Nhưng xét trên cái nhìn hiện đại, báo chí và những người quan tâm đến cuộc đời của Khải Định cho rằng ông không hề bất lực, mà thật ra là ông không thích đàn bà, chỉ thích đàn ông (hoặc là hoàn toàn vô tính luyến ái). Đây có thể giải thích vì sao ngài thường tỏ ra buồn chán không quan tâm tới các thị nữ, cũng như cách ông đối xử với những người vợ của mình. Lời kể rằng tuy ai cũng biết Khải Định bất lực, nhưng các quan đại thần vẫn muốn tiến con gái mình vào cung vì lợi ích gia tộc. Khó lòng chối từ, vua thường nói với các quan: “Nội cung của Trẫm là một cái chùa, ai muốn tu thì cứ vào!” Do đó, dù Khải Định không gần gũi đàn bà, ông vẫn có đủ tam cung lục viện như các vua tiền triều. Hơn nữa, trong cuốn Chuyện nội cung các vua Nguyễn, ông Nguyễn Đắc Xuân viết: “Những buổi sáng phải ra điện Cần Chính thiết triều, các bà đứng hai hàng bái yết đón chào, vua liền dùng tay ôm gọn hai vạt áo bào sát vào người để khỏi vướng vào đàn bà.”

Suốt 10 năm làm vua, ông đã nuôi Nguyễn Đắc Vọng làm thị vệ, cũng đồng thời là nam sủng nịnh thần thời đấy. Ban đêm, ông lại ôm Vọng mà ngủ. Nhờ sự khéo léo trong việc phục tùng này mà ông Vọng đã được thăng tiến đến Ngũ đẳng thị vệ.

Có câu chuyện cho rằng vào ngày lễ hội tổ chức những buổi vũ múa do hậu cung đảm trách, vua Khải Định nhìn những màn vũ một cách buồn chán. Có lúc ông còn bảo quan hãy dẹp những màn múa ấy và thay thế vào những vũ công nam. Vua Khải Định lấy làm thích thú, còn ra lệnh những vũ công nam cần phải thoa phấn, đánh má hồng, tô môi son, và vui đùa với vua.

Trong Thất điều thư của Phan Chu Trinh kể tội vua, có nói Khải Định là “ăn mặc lố lăng, dở Tây dở ta,” còn “phục sức không đúng phép.” Những tài liệu sử sách chép lại về phong cách ăn mặc, phục sức của Khải Định, cho thấy ông đầu tư rất nhiều cho các thiết kế trang phục của bản thân, quan lại, lính tráng một cách phản truyền thống. Ông Trinh rằng: “Vua chuộng và coi trọng việc trang điểm, phối hợp màu sắc điểm xuyết bằng cách đính các viên ngọc quý, vàng bạc, kim cương trên áo quần, giày, ủng, mũ nón, bao kiếm. Vua chế ra một số y phục long bào vượt qua các mẫu mã quy định truyền thống của các vua chúa thời trước. Ngoài ra, thay vì mang hia, vua đi ủng da láng bóng, có trang trí hoa văn bằng bạc, ngang lưng mang đai cẩn ngọc, mang kiếm Pháp, đeo bao tay trắng, quần Tây trắng, nhưng đầu vẫn bịt khăn đóng và có khi đội nón chóp. Cái nón này lợp bằng lông vũ, bọc lụa vàng, có chóp bằng vàng. Vua cũng có một cái nón chóp khác màu đen.”

Ứng Lăng của Khải Định ở Huế, được xem là lăng tẩm vua chúa cầu kì tốn kém nhất Việt Nam, là do chính ông tự thiết kế khi còn sống. Lăng khảm sành sứ, ngọc, đá từ Nhật Bản, Trung Quốc, và phương Tây. Thế nên khi vào lăng, hoặc khi xem phục trang của Khải Định, có thể phần nào hình dung về con người và tính cách của vua.

Nguyễn Ái Quốc cũng có một loạt bài chế giễu Khải Định, trong đó có truyện ngắn Vi hành và vở kịch Con rồng tre, với nhiều chi tiết xoáy vào thể hiện giới của vua Khải Định.

__________ Tham khảo:

datviet.trithuccuocsong.vn/van-hoa/nguoi-viet/chan-doan-can-benh-bat-luc-cua-vua-khai-dinh-2259639 vi.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khải_Định

__________ Tác giả:

Lương Thế Huy Vietnam Queer History Month 

__________ *Vô tính luyến ái (asexuality): sự không bị hấp dẫn tình dục, hoặc không hay ít quan tâm đến các hoạt động tình dục

#LịchSửLGBTViệtNam #VietnamLGBTHistory

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（再）自己紹介 | Langblr Reintroduction!

皆さん　こんにちは！I recently hit a follower milestone and figured that it was time to reintroduce myself, as it's been quite a while, and I don't really have much information about me easily accessible on my blog. Additionally, I'd like to actually write stuff down about how this blog is organized. じゃあ、始めましょう！

Hi, my name is Nobody (they/them), my native language is English, and I like studying languages! Languages have interested me ever since I was a child, but I feel like I never knew how to properly learn a language until I started studying Japanese in 2020. Now, I also study Mandarin Chinese and German! Japanese is my main target language, and I would some day like to make Japanese my primary language. Yes, that means I'm interested in moving to Japan long-term.

Immersion is my favorite way to study, but as of right now, most of my immersion has been done in Japanese. Please tell me what you're reading or watching, or ask me what I'm reading or watching! I especially love talking about books and manga and would be more than willing to share recommendations!

Outside of language learning, my hobbies include horseback riding, gardening, and reading (in English). I also have a degree in music performance, but I don't really consider that to be a hobby since it's something I'm actively pursuing as a career.

As for my blog, I keep it mostly Japanese focused, mainly because I made this blog when I was only studying Japanese, but my other languages do show up once in a while, and much of the content I post/reblog isn't tied to a single language. Here are the tags I frequently use to organize my blog and what they all mean:

#benkyou posting - these are my own posts! These are usually tagged with at least one of the other tags, as this tag just denotes that I was the one who made it, not necessarily the content that it contains.

#languages - these are posts that are typically tied to a specific language or the specific study of languages. Resources for learning languages will also show up here.

#tips - these posts are general studying tips and may not be specifically about language learning, but are applicable to the study of languages.

#study - these posts are aesthetic posts of peoples' notes and study spaces.

#inspo - these posts are inspirational posts, for when you might have a bit of trouble getting into the study mood.

#art - this is just for Japanese art! Usually, it'll be traditional arts and I must admit that I'm a sucker for woodblock prints. If I reblog any sort of Japanese fashion (think more kimonos), it'll also show up here.

#culture - these are posts about the cultural aspects of Japan, such as explanations of festivals and the such.

#aesthetic - these are just beautiful photos of Japan, mostly temples. Again, these are just photos I like, and I really like shrines and castles (once someone called me a "temple weeb" and I'm still laughing about it).

#memes - this tag is for anything fun! Memes aren't the only thing that go in here- things such as polls and silly text posts will also show up here.

Things that I don't post or reblog include vocabulary lists and grammar explanations. I have nothing against them, I just don't particularly use them on tumblr and therefore find no reason to put them on my own blog. I've made a few vocabulary lists in the past, but have found that it's just not for me! Remember that language learning is a deeply personal journey and what works for you might not work for me and vice verse. Just because these things aren't particularly what I look for out of langblr content doesn't mean that they're not important to other people, but I would like to be clear about what shows up (and doesn't!) on my blog.

So welcome to my blog! I hope you choose to stick around a while! And for those who don't know Japanese, my blog name means "studying and lunch boxes."

#benkyou posting #language learning #studyblr #langblr #intro post #polyglot #japanese #studying #studyinspo #study blog

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Book Recommendation : JAPAN JOURNEYS

Unlike today where you can post countless travel photos on social media for all to see, in Edo Period Japan, people share pictures of beautiful travel destinations via woodblock art.

After years of civil wars and restrictions on individual mobility, travel became a popular leisure activity in Japan, thanks to the development of a network of well built and fairly safe roads.

Like today, traveling provides opportunities to experience culinary and cultural specialties. This enjoyment was reflected vividly in woodblock prints for those who did not get to travel.

These prints were sold or displayed at marketplaces or festivals where people get to see beautiful sceneries of places they had never been to before, which encouraged more to travel.

The historic views of Japan have been preserved over the generations, offering a fascinating perspective on familiar locations for tourists both domestic and foreign today.

In this book, art historian, Andreas Marks, has gathered a selection of detailed woodblock prints depicting scenic spots and cultural icons that still delight visitors today in Japan.

You’ll see what places like Kyoto, Osaka and Tokyo looked like in the 19th century. And you’ll be surprised to see how the temples and castles look the same but not the background.

Buildings and architectures that have withstood the test of time, being rebuilt or preserved from Edo Period till today, which makes Japan one of the most unique travel destinations.

A pleasant read for travel and Japan enthusiasts who love photography and art. As each woodblock print has a story of its own through the eyes of the Japanese artists.

#japan journeys #andreas marks #tuttle publishing #japan #woodblock print #edo period #japanese culture #japanese art #japanese book #book therapy #book of the day #book recommendations #geisha #japanese castle #kyoto #kamakura #himeji #hiroshima