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gay-dorito-dust · 24 days

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How they’d react to you kissing their cheek unexpectedly…

Boothill: seeing as how his face is the only part of him that could actually feel your touch, something he had disclosed with you in confidence and away from preying eyes.

So the moment you pressed a kiss to his cheek, Boothill melts, it was in this moment where he realised how truly touch starved he was ever since acquiring a new body. It made him hate it even more then he already did for he couldn’t experience the joy of holding your hand, having you pressed up against his chest, nothing.

He couldn’t feel none of that and he hates it so fucking much.

He hated the fact that he couldn’t feel you kiss his fingers or feel you press yourself again his back in a hug, nor the kisses that he could only imagine being pressed there, not to mention the times where you would nuzzle your face into his neck for he couldn’t feel that either.

‘Please.’ He pleads when he felt that you were about to pull away, desperately grasping at your waist that he couldn’t feel the flesh of, pulling you back into him. ‘Spare another one of your sweetest kisses for me darlin’?’ He asks in dire need of you and your kisses.

‘I’d happily give you all the kisses you could ever want.’ You replied and Boothill truly believed that you must be a saint or something because how could someone like you be with someone like him? It just doesn’t make sense.

‘Then we’ll be here for a long while sweetheart because I want them all, so don’t you go given them to anyone else, ya hear?’ He says and you only gave him another lingering kiss to his cheek, making him tighten his hold on you.

‘Then shall we get started?’ You asked with a smile.

Aventurine: ‘oh. What’s this? Kissing my cheek without warning me beforehand.’ He gasps as he holds a hand to his heart. ‘How scandalous of you.’

He’d act like your affection has no real effect on him but the faint blush scattered across his cheeks told a very different story. A story that said that he wasn’t use to your tenderness and affection towards him, that he doesn’t deserve you nor your love and that hurt you deeply.

‘It maybe scandalous to you but to me, I just want to show that you’re more than worth every bit of my affection, and just know that nothing anyone will say can persuade me into thinking otherwise.’ You told him and cheeky smirk upon his lips softened with the rest of his face.

‘You…you mean that?’ He says meekly. ‘You’re not joking…are you?’

You pressed another kiss to his cheek, letting it linger there before pulling away. ‘I’d never joke about how much you mean to me, I’m not that heartless or cruel. I adore you my darling, sweet Kakavasha.’ You answered him truthfully. ‘So if you allow me, I can show you just how much I adore you.’

Aventurine didn’t say anything at first, still wondering after all this time if he was really worth everything you’ve done for him, but one look in your eyes and the blonde knew he had his definitive answer. ‘Please show me just how much you love me, make me forget about the voices in my head that make me second guess my worth and just make me yours with every kiss.’

Argenti: thanks you for the cheek kiss before reciprocating with one of his own.

You pout. ‘I’m meant to be spoiling you in affection right now.’

Argenti cocks his head to the side, confused. ‘Why should I allow you to bless me with your kisses and not reciprocate them? Wouldn’t that seem…selfish of me.’ He asks.

‘No it wouldn’t.’ You tell him as you held his face within your hands. ‘I want you to be selfish and let me smother you in affection without feeling the need to do the same becuase you do that enough as it is on a daily basis.’ You stopped to rest your forehead against his forehead, rubbing your nose softly against his own. ‘So please just let me show you how much I care for you and thank you for being you, my sweet knight.’

Argenti sighs, allowing himself to think it over in his head. He didn’t like being selfish, it felt wrong for him to be self-indulgent when he could be the one giving you the affection, but after some time he has finally come to a conclusion. ‘Alright, I willingly concede to your wishes my star, I shall be selfish with your love.’

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tender-rosiey · 10 months

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First of all I love how kind you’ve been to non English speaking anon because as someone who had to learn English, it’s not easy!

Second of all I feel like we don’t see enough fics of jjk men rescuing us from danger! Like imagine gojo saving us from a curse and being like “you know there are better ways to get my attention?” IDUNNO I FELT THE NEED TO SHARE THIS ISDEA 😭

one more — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: it’s nothing <3 a lot of us, including myself, were in there place before so it should be the normal to be patient with them <3

you’re done for, completely and utterly done for.

you’re going to die today and it won’t be because of being stabbed by someone or something normal. no. you were going to get eat by, possibly, the most disgusting and slimy creature you’ve ever seen.

you don’t falter and still fight though, thrashing around in its hold, “let me go you two-toed slimy sewer looking rat!”

the curse seems to have taken great offense to your words cause it frowns then starts swinging you around. It would probably sue you if it could but it settles for preparing to eat you. you start screaming and letting your colorful vocabulary of curses at it.

your cursed technique long forgotten since lo and behold that curse was your natural enemy. so you have nothing to do except to curse it out till it starts crying or something.

just before you’re dropped in its mouth, a figure swiftly catches you and teleports you somewhere safe, a little far away from said curse. you look up and are met with a grinning gojo, “y’know…there are better ways to get my attention than this.”

he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, “you don’t need to be in danger for me to notice you, sweets.”

you snap out of your daze, “I wasn’t trying to get your attention!” you huff as you try to get down but his hold on you doesn’t falter, “oh great, I am released from the shackles of a curse only to be trapped in yours.”

he pouts, pulling you closer and nuzzling your noses together, “aw come on now; I deserve a kiss for this, wifey.”

you shake your head and he sulks, turning to walk away from the scene. you look at the curse then up at him like he has grown two heads, “satoru, what’re you doing?”

“I am not fighting until you give me a kiss.”

you gasp and turn to look at the curse once again. it is contained and won’t harm anyone but you can’t just leave it like that so you look back at your crazy attention-loving husband, “you can’t be serious.”

“I am one hundred percent serious,” he announces but he stops, smirking at you, “so?”

he should be smacked for his smugness but that will be saved for later especially when he continues talking, “I was the brave and strong husband who just saved you, after all.”

so you take a hold of his collar and pull him down, smashing your lips against his. he kisses you back instantly and you guys keep at it a for a while until you smack his shoulder, remembering that there is a curse roaming around.

“that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” he says after pulling back, grinning from ear to ear.

you pat his cheek softly and roll your eyes, “haha, very funny,” you point at the audacious curse, “now go deal with it!”

he puts you down then salutes, “yes ma’am!”

satoru then turns around to walk towards it but he suddenly stops in his track. you, who sat on the ground with your favorite drink that satoru got, groan, “what is it now?”

tilting his head so he can meet your eyes, he smiles, “what about one more kiss?”

you are about to reprimand him yet again but then he interrupts you, “on the cheek! so you don’t have to worry about it getting anywhere—at least not now!“

“I should put tape on your mouth so you shut up for a bit,” you stand up and walk towards him, “satoru, you make me think that I spoil you too much,” you hum, straightening his collar.

he puffs his chest with a pout, “is it bad that I want affection from my wife?”

you shake your head as you signal for him for him to bend down and he does so gladly, “no, but you need to get your priorities straight.”

he hums a thank you when you give him the anticipated kiss before he replies, “this is my priorities being straight.”

you roll your eyes with a chuckle, “then I have to explain to you how to prioritize correctly.”

he leans close, lips mere centimeters apart from your own, “a private lesson, huh? I don’t mind—“

you push him away with your index finger, “but later! you have a curse to deal with mister.”

reluctantly, he walks towards it, steps heavy. he looks back at you with a pout, trying to convince you once again, but you don’t falter. you’re already used to his antics and can resist them—to an extent.

giving up, satoru looks at the curse, “you ready to get beaten?”

the curses shakes its head quickly and satoru shrugs, “well, you will anyway,” the curse cries but satoru continues, “and in a heartbeat cause I have a pretty wife to get back to.”

the curses attempts to run away but satoru quickly blasts it and it’s nowhere to be found anymore.

a smile is plastered on his face and there is a spring in his step as he walks—or rather runs back to you, “date time, y/n!”

you don’t know why, but you run away, “but I wanna sleep!”

perhaps instinct.

there is no time to think about it, though, since satoru gasps offended before quickly responding, “we can just cuddle then,” he teleports right in front do you and you bump into his chest.

you grumble and he laughs while holding you up, “so what do you say? some cuddling will be pretty nice.”

“yeah, whatever,” you mumble as your arms wrap around him and you nuzzle into his chest. he presses a loud smooch to your head, ready for at least an hour of cuddling.

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fire-lizard-ro · 4 months

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Ohoho Sunday thoughts you say? >:D this is loosely based on the prior ask? But I was just thinking how Sunday would probably try (keyword try) to remain pure and abstain from s*x before marriage, yknow? But when he finally does have you as his own, all bets are off. Angel boi is horny and wants you :( in his mind: it’s pure and simple yet beautiful lovemaking between two souls :( and in my love deprived ass I would melt because I know he’d be big on giving and receiving praise fjgjgjgj even would enjoy the idea of extending the Family if you were down for it (whether or not you could, he enjoys the idea of it) ((also he likes control so))

And don’t get me staarttteddd on his sweet aftercare and pillow talk D: oml you’d quite literally be on cloud nine!! He is too tho :) and he cannot help himself from just being so sweet and genuine orz

ohhHHHHH- Y e s I like this quite a bit. Need this to take a break from the angst I’ve been cookin up with a certain someone (you know who you are OTL).

Fair warning y’all are gonna end up seeing me write a fic about him that is blatantly blasphemous with religious themes (pretends like I’m not already working on one like that with Argenti).

Anyways- Back to this.

Thank you so much for the ask~ I love Sunday so much. <333333

CW: possessive behavior, cumming inside, fluff!!! (crazy I know how very almost off brand of me-), maybe some blasphemous thoughts? (idk that they count with aeons but hey-), marking, breeding kink (he’s saying it regardless of whether you are able to have children or not bc regardless it’s h o t -), praise

Reader gender: gender neutral (I tried not to say anything that would be too telling about what sex the reader is so please read it as such! I don’t think I said anything that was like that-)

So going off the last ask, we’re going to assume that he likes you enough to feel great affection for you. Enough to want you. To feel his own carnal desires rear their head even before you’ve married. It manifests in his seemingly innocent yet wandering hands. A hand on your waist as he passes by you. His hands drifting dangerously low when you hug. Leaning in close to talk to you. Lips making their way down from your forehead to your cheek to the corner of your lips. The placement of his kiss making its way to your lips slowly with every goodbye kiss.

But at some point, he can’t really stop himself from at least using those pretty hands of his on you- Along with that silver tongue and sinful mouth. He’ll make you feel so incredibly good, plunging his long fingers into you and taking you into his mouth. He’s lick and suck at you and even slide his tongue inside you. Perhaps the taste of you would be enough to tide him over until you were properly his- Married to him. It would have to be enough because you deserved to have a perfect wedding and perfect wedding night.

But aeons that doesn’t stop him from pleasuring you with what he can before then in order to hopefully keep himself in line. Even as his cock aches with the need to have you, he’ll just hold you down and whisper sweet promises in your ear. Even if you beg him, he won’t. Just wait for him baby just a little longer-

But after the ceremony is over and the afterparty is done and the guests all leave-

Oh dear. You’re finally left alone with your hungry fian- husband. You’re finally left alone with your absolutely famished husband. And you’re on the menu.

It begins like how many of your other encounters of sexual nature begin.

Sweet kisses that make it seem like he wants to swallow you whole. Gentle hands taking in the feel of you in his arms. Trailing kisses down your throat, eyes closed in ecstasy because you were finally his now. He can have you with no regrets. All that waiting was for this moment. When he could finally have you wholly. And that makes this moment in the warm light of the bedside lamp and the cooler shades of the moon all the sweeter.

Wetted fingers stretching you in preparation for something larger, taking their time in their task despite knowing you well by then. Because even if this was to get you ready to become one with him- He’s wants to draw as much pleasure from you as possible. This is a special night for the two of you. One he will cherish completely and one he wants to make perfect for you. His arm would be holding him up, cradled behind your head for you to lean on while he molds himself to your side. Even as you whine and roll your hips into the curl of his fingers inside you, pressing on that special spot inside you, he kisses your cheeks gently with soothing words. “Good… very good, my love. Just a little more- I want you to finish on my fingers first. Can you do that for me, my sweet? I know you can-”

Just as he gives you your first orgasm of the night, he takes your lips once more while gently coaxing your through the waves of pleasure. He’s so soft, guiding you through the dance even while your mind goes blank for a bit as he watches your expression. “That’s it. I’ve got you.”

It’s then that he kisses you almost chastely before beginning his journey down your body to have his prize. The prize being whatever he’s managed to pull from you. He’d lick it from your body in broad strokes as though he were tasting honey dribbled over your form, caressing your every curve as he went.

Sunday would dribble lube over himself, a hand slathering the viscous substance over his cock in pumping motions. It was almost erotic watching him. The way he'd squeeze just a little at the top and you would watch his hardness twitch and drool between his fingers. But when you look up, the angelic man would only be looking at you. Gazing lovingly- longingly at you.

That's how it always was. Ever since meeting, he couldn't seem to take his eyes off you. You were simply radiant to him. Unlike anything or anyone else he'd ever seen.

Leaning over you to settle himself between your legs, Sunday would give you another kiss before asking if you were ready. While waiting for your answer, he'd go back to nip and lick at your neck. He wanted to mark you for all to see- You were his. His lover, his spouse, his soulmate. His. No one else's. He would love and care for you in every way, he'd think to himself.

And no- Don't just nod at him. "I need to hear you say it, dove. Please? For me, my dear?" Once you'd given him your clear consent, he'd bring you into a deep kiss while lining himself up with your stretched out, wet entrance. He can't even bring himself to tease you a little. Though the thought crossed his mind, he knew he'd been waiting far too long for this.

Once he was in the proper place, he'd rest his forehead against yours, the two of you breathing in each other's air while he looks down at where the two of you would be connected, fingers drifting to fondle you in order to distract from any possible pain you may feel with a gentle hum.

As Sunday would finally push in, cockhead popping inside, he'd gasp against your lips with twitching hips he had to force still. "Are you alright, love?" Taking a moment for himself to regain his composure and steel himself, he'd hide away in the crook of your neck to breathe in your scent and feel your pulse beneath his soft lips. Once you were ready it would be but a slow rock of his hips, moving gently inside you, to eventually sheath himself completely inside. As he worked himself into your tightness, Sunday would whisper sweet words into your ears in a whisper, as though the words were only for the two of you despite no one else being around- The words would come in between kisses while he rubbed a hand up and down your side to comfort you, the hand occasionally straying to rub your sex or pluck at your nipples to distract you from the strain of this part of the night.

Once bottomed out, your ass resting in the cradle of his hips with his body covering yours, he would ask you if you're alright and give you time to adjust. It's all praises here, the man telling you just how good you are for him and saying that you're doing wonderfully. After some time passes and you rock your hips against his to test your comfort, a small moan would be startled out of him before it devolves into a chuckle. "Are you ready, my love?"

It'd start with hip just grinding into you, firm but slow and accompanied by a pleasured sigh from him. He'd hold back none of his sounds because he wanted you to know how good you made him feel. Then he'd pull out only just a bit before thrusting himself back in. At some point he had begun to properly fuck you, the push and pull like the rocking of a boat on a gentle sea. This was making love. And after angling his hips, he found your sweet spot he'd only ever touched with those pretty fingers of his.

It'd be a struggle to not lose himself in you. In your all-consuming presence and the pleasure you gave him- In the love you showed him as you reached up to bring him close with a whimper of his name. It was like hearing the gospel fall from your lips. And they might as well have been. For now you were his everything. His god, his true Harmony. Were you to say it, it would be so. And right now, you were telling him that it felt good and asking him to keep going. So, he would.

With teeth gently marking all the places he'd been, his darkened eyes would watch the way you arch your back and moan to the heavens (they were yours anyways). Sunday is something that knows how to hide its teeth and disguise itself in the form of a man. He was careful to dull his claws so he would not hurt you when he held you close. Careful to veil the violence that was part of him, showing in his eyes, when he was with you. But he was a beast who knew the taste of blood. And yet you, his pure and lovely dove, loved him and accepted him. You said he was a good man and that you loved him. You were his truth. So, it must be so.

He wanted to claim you so wholly that none could ever deny that you both belonged to one another. That none could mistake that you were his deity and him your humble and devout servant who worshiped you here in the temple of your bed, giving you his offerings in pleasure, loyalty, and love. That brought another idea to mind of just how he could claim you and show you his deepest love.

"I want to breed you, my love. To carry on the family and mark you inside with my cum. Would that be alright? Do you want that as well, dove?"

He would speed up now, thinking about how he could have a family with you. How lovely you would look with a child tottering around behind you. He would make it happen no matter what so long as you wanted it as well. When you agree, he'd smile so wide his face hurt and shower you with kisses. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, my love my heart my everything-"

He can hardly fathom how he'd lived without you before.

Touching and kissing you all over he drove the two of you to your peak, the both of you moaning and whining against each other's lips as you kissed through the high. His hips continued to rock into yours to prolong the waves of pleasure that washed over you before slowing to a stop when you both became overstimulated.

"Thank you, love. You did so well- So very good for me. I love you so much," he'd praise and declare between kisses that he planted all over- Everywhere he could reach while wrapped up in your arms and holding you so close you wondered if the two of you could fuse together. "I love you, too," you'd mumble against his lips as he came back to them for a proper kiss. The chaste peck turning into a sensuous slide of lips, unhurried and full of undeniable love.

Even when he withdrew from your now cum-filled hole and began to clean you up, he would praise you and ask you how you felt while pressing kisses every place he touched. Once everything was done and he'd had you drink water, he'd lay down and pull you to lay on his chest. While stroking your back and pressing a kiss to your hair, he'd bid you goodnight and say yet another "I love you" before quietly humming to help you drift asleep.

Hopefully that was to your liking~ I had fun writing it! Thank you for the idea and for letting me write more about Sunday! <333

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highhhfiveee · 6 months

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Mike x reader, with reader who works long hours during the daytime and Mike working at night which results in them barely having time to see eachother besides from dinner and bedtime

oh, you wanted angst fr 🥲 i think it could go either way, but honestly angst is what stood out to me first. i’m going to make this sadder too, just because i can 💜

to crumble (mike schmidt x reader)

tags/warnings: angst, pain, prescription drug mentions, fluff and cuteness in the beginning but not for long. mike fucks up, reader picks up his slack. things just don’t work! let me know if i missed anything! mndi.

this is long, sorry ;-; there are also probably a million errors in this, please ignore 💜

part 2 here: 🏳️

all i can think ab is the unbearable pain that replaces the love in your hearts as time goes on.

you’ve been together for half a year. things were fun at first, but once you decide to move in to help with abby, you start to see the cracks in the foundation.

in this one, reader works two jobs (bc let’s face it, this is unfortunately realistic); teaching from 9-4 and cashiering from 5-8:30. mike doesn’t want you working two jobs and you didn’t want to, but you knew that your salaries combined wouldn’t keep you afloat. abby’s school is expensive, and so is everything else in life. the extra money you get from cashiering gives you guys flexibility.

every morning at 6:30, monday to friday, you wake up alone. even though you know it’ll probably be empty, you still reach your arm over to run it over mike’s side. it’s always cold and flat, completely untouched.

you brush this off at first; it's one of the things that comes with him working overnight and you know he needs this job so that he can keep abby. you want that for him and know that love is sacrifice.

you wake abby up and start getting her ready in between fixing yourself up; brushing her teeth while you brush yours, letting her get a few more minutes of sleep in while you throw on your clothes, guiding her through packing her bag while you make breakfast. by that time, closer to 7:30, mike is finally walking into the house.

his eyes are hooded and surrounded by dark bags and you can tell he's exhausted from the way he hangs his things up lethargically. he kisses abby, who's running around collecting things, on the head, then ambles over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing along your neck.

they're soft, gentle actions that make you forget about not being able to do things like this at night. it doesn't matter when you have mornings with him, even if it's only 30 minutes before you have to go. you giggle and reach a hand up to his cheek, kissing him on his other one.

"missed you," you whisper.

"missed you too," he mumbles back, planting a kiss on your lips before stalking away to ask abby something.

you all eat breakfast together, and then you're slipping abby's coat over her shoulders before you put on your own. you usher her to the car and give mike one last kiss before you leave, a deep one that you hope he feels all day. when you pull away, you can see the affection sparkling in his eyes, low and tired but expressive nonetheless.

"i love you," he whispers, his sleepiness masquerading as love-drunkeness.

"i love you, mike. get some rest, okay?"

you drop abby off, wishing her well, before you're alone for the next 12 hours. it often drags. at your teaching job, you feel as if it's just passing you buy in waves, everything whizzing past you at light speed. you're aware that you're in front of the kids, but then you just blackout. you're thrown into autopilot, and you do this over and over until your lunch break at 1. you text mike to pass the time.

sometimes it's something silly, like "god i do not get paid enough" or "a kid just ate glue /: send help", to which mike will respond "😂😂😂" or "lol you deserve millions (:". he makes you laugh, and it's enough to help you push through the end of the day.

he picks up abby from school, asking her all about her day and what she wants for dinner. he'll text you what she says so you know what to expect when you get home, like "meatloaf 🍖🍞 (:" or "chicken alfredo 0: fancy".

for you, transitioning from teaching to customer service was easy; all you had to do was maintain that same autopilot: smile on, eyes alert, prepared for anything. no one suspected a thing when you could keep up and answer their questions.

mike helps abby with her homework, scratching his head with the eraser of a pencil when he draws blanks on a math or history question. abby only sighs, telling him about something off-topic. "art class is much more interesting."

mike starts dinner while you're closing up at work, sweeping the front end of the store and counting down your drawer. he lets abby help sometimes, and they usually have it ready for you by the time you're home at 9.

abby meets you at the door, and you hug her tight, picking her up and waltzing her back into the house. mike is setting the dining table, greeting you with a sleepy smile and, "the queen has arrived."

you all sit down and eat, and it's another one of those moments where everything feels okay. the last 12 hours didn't matter when you were able to have this at the end of it.

you tell abby and mike about your day over spaghetti, spilling details about prideful parents and spiteful customers. abby laughs all throughout, asking questions about being a cashier. mike just listens, eyes and heart floating between the two of you.

you clear the table while mike goes to get ready for work, and a wash of dread passes over you. your brain knows what's happening next. you'll kiss him goodbye, clinging to his hoodie sleeve for a second longer than you should, and then you'll settle down with abby, bathing her and reading her to sleep. then you'll be alone. it will just be you and the screech of infomercials until midnight, and then you'll be off to sleep, snuggling into a pillow that smells like mike.

you push the feeling away, shaking your head and hands and doing just as you know. there's the kiss, the night routine with abby, and the moment you sit on the couch, surrounded by tv light and the croaking of cicadas.

mike doesn't text during his shift unless it's an emergency. it makes you sad, but you understand. security requires focus, and you require sleep.

for a while, this works. it's what you and mike have to do to make ends meet, and while you both think that it'll only get better with more time at it, it doesn't.

you still wake up alone and go through the same rhythm, but when mike comes in around 7:30, it's not 7:30 anymore. it's 7:39, then 7:45, then 7:58. the latest he's ever been, so late that you're not able to eat with him. he shrugs it off when you mention it, kissing your cheek and retreating to the bedroom to sleep.

you drop abby off as usual, and go to work. work. work. work.

mike starts missing your lunch break texts, sometimes dozing dangerously close to when abby's school lets out. while your class works, you bitterly stare at your text conversation. your unanswered "shaping america's future is kinda sick" message stares back at you until it's replaced by abby's school calling. your heart drops to your stomach as you step out of the room to take the call, answering the phone with, "is she okay?"

mike didn't pick her up. she's out at 2:30 and it's 3:30 now, and she's crying and scared because he didn't pick up the phone, and she always calls him first.

you leave work in a flurry, asking a fellow teacher to take over, and you speed to abby's school, not caring about tickets or police or anything. you only want to get her home.

mike is dashing out of the door when you pull up, wrenching a sobbing abby out of your backseat and clutching her close. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry," he breathes, smoothing her hair and looking up at you with regret etched into every feature on his face.

you try your best to hide your upset, ushering everyone inside before changing into your work clothes. you were going to be late, but you shake it off. abby was home and that was all that mattered.

"hey," mike reaches out to you when you're on your way out. his fingers graze their way down to your hand, and it makes you wish that you could stay home. "thanks for that. i've just been super tired lately and i overslept and---"

"it's okay, baby," you give him a tight lipped smile and a kiss on the knuckles. "just don't let it happen again."

it happens again. and again. and again. it happens so many times that abby starts to think mike is forgetting about her, and you don't know how to get that out of her head. she cries about it more and more with each time you have to pick her up. he stops running out to apologize, still asleep inside.

you rush into the bedroom. he's splayed out over the bed, snoring loudly with his arm hanging over the side. you find an orange pill bottle on his nightstand. an old ambien prescription.

you argue with him before work sometimes.

"what do you need ambien for?"

"i can't sleep."

"but every morning, you skip breakfast to sleep."

"i do fall asleep, but i started waking up out of it. i just take the ambien to help me fall again."

"what time do you take it?"

"i don't know, y/n."

"why are you lying to me?"

"i'm not."

"what time?" you cry, grasping at your chest. a sharp pains thud through your ribcage, and you literally sob. it feels like your heart is tearing in two. "you stare at times, mike. what time do you take the ambien?"

he doesn't answer you and he doesn't know why. it would be so easy to tell you that he takes it at 9 or 10, and that he believes he'll be able to wake himself up around 2 but he doesn't. he can’t sleep without the ambien. he needs it now because he kept himself up in the early days of this, mind toiling over their situation, the endless reassurance that this would work sending him into insomnia.

you leave when he doesn't answer, wiping at your watery eyes and runny nose.

you cashier as a shell of yourself. abby stops asking mike for homework help, and eventually he stops cooking dinner too, trading all that time in for extra sleep after picking her up. you have to explain the situation to your retail store manager, just in case mike forgets again, and start looking after abby more. mike only ever made time to spend with her on the weekends, content with awkward moments over lunch and low energy bickering.

the lunch break texts stop. the dinner texts stop.

he's dressed and ready to leave when you get home these days, prepared to exit as you enter. you don't know what to say as you face each other in the doorway, eyes focused on anything but each other. you don’t even kiss anymore.

"i think abby's asleep already."

you shake your head. "i think she's really sad. she hasn't been coming out of there like she used to. she misses you."

"i miss her too, of course. i'm just busy."

"all you do is work, mike," you deadpan, exhausted with him. you never thought you'd ever get to a point where you looked at mike, the sure love of your life, with disdain, but you felt it creep into you ever so slightly.

"yeah, i know. it fucking sucks, but it's what i have to do to keep abby."

you scoff, scooting past him to take your coat and bag off. "as if you're going to keep her by leaving her at school everyday." it's supposed to be under your breath, but the disdain creeps onto your tongue, bitter and raging, and you say it aloud, to his face.

his jaw clenches and his brown eyes burn, staring you down with an unrelenting severity. you hunch yourself over, dropping your head and sighing out, "mike, i'm sorry. i didn--"

he leaves without another word.

how it got to this, neither of you know. not even the weekends healed anymore. mike caught up on sleep, you caught up on grading, and in your downtime, you avoided each other. for him, it felt easier than being around you. you were irritable all the time, a quick fuse with any word he could think to speak.

for you, it seemed like it was what he wanted. time away from you, from abby, from everyone; time to be alone and recharge for the only thing he ever did, the only thing that was keeping his sister in his care.

you didn't even remember what his touch felt like, what he tasted like. the man that you loved had become but a memory, a ghost that passed through your plane. you’re able to imagine his fluffy hair, his perfect smile, his laugh, his rich smell, but none of it mattered. he didn’t feel like yours anymore.

you suppose it was the same for him, with you existing in the same space but only tangible to him some of the time. he would catch glimpses of your smile, laughing at something on your phone, or talking to abby, meet your eyes when you shuffled back to the bedroom from the bathroom, rimmed in red from crying for the last 30 minutes.

he starts sleeping on the couch, unable to even lay beside you.

mike does a lot of crying. a lot of screaming into his pillow, wondering why he fucks these things up so badly. you do the same, wondering why you stay in situations that hurt you.

this goes on for longer than you two would like, so long that you don't even celebrate your one-year anniversary.

the day passes without noise, mike sleeping and you working.

a prequel of sorts : x

THIS WAS SO FUCKING LONG MY BBBBBBBB OMG. i did NOT mean to go this deep in, i just felt SOOOOO MUCH! my little brain got sad ): i could go deeper into this too one day, breaking up moments into specific little blurbs or ficlets d: let me know if y'all even enjoyed this lmaooo off to write for Halloween lol

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #mike schmidt angst #fnaf angst #fnaf movie #fnaf #fnaf fic #faire’s mike schmidt <3 #this was painful #kind of tired so it may be ass but #it feels painful #imagine your relationship just falling to pieces 💔#i made this so long #whoops #faire is writing stuff #josh hutcherson

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pix3lplays · 2 months

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🍂 anon here (after so long) wanting to drop some thoughts on the Penacoly boys!! (Idk much about these characters so I apologise in advance if I'm incorrect - basing this on how they look)

Gallagher is a bartender right? Imagine him making a drink and naming it after you. Like he prepares something with all your favs and it tastes nice and just names it after you. (Also side note, he might be able to hide his crush like "Oh yeah, I like Y/N...THE DRINK the drink) ofc I don't think he'd be that flustered but u get the idea lmao

Adventurine is so whiny when he doesn't get his "daily dose" of affection from you. How could you forget his morning kiss? He's so dramatic about it, tugging onto you to just give him a small smoochie

Sunday seems like the type to cherish you so dearly to his heart, imagine him flapping his wings gently on your cheek as a means of a "kiss". When u first get 2gether he doesn't let u out of his sight. He finally got the love of his life with him and he doens't intend to loose them (even if they just want to go to the bathroom)

Oh my goodness, hello 🍂 anon~ I hope you’ve been well~

Let’s discuss the Penacony boys~

Oh Gallagher, that’s SO cute…he calls this new drink…the y/n 2 or something like that, with your permission of course. Of course you’ll give him permission, that’s so sweet…and oh my gosh yes I’m obsessed with, “oh yeah…I like y/n…” giving you a longing look before quickly going back on it with, “the DRINK…the drink.” Yeah I think he’d be better at hiding his crush on you, and wouldn’t be that flustered but…it’s cute to imagine.

And yes, Aventurine is So dramatic if you don’t give him the attention he thinks he deserves…he pouts, he complains, he just straight-up bothers you until you give him that sweet, sweet morning kiss he was craving.

Clingy Sunday, my beloved. But yeah, kinda real. He strikes me as, “it’s lonely at the top.” So when he does find someone he genuinely really, really likes?? Yeah he’s probably not letting you out of his sight for a while…I do think he will eventually learn to appreciate boundaries but for a while it’s a little hard to handle. He can be…overbearing, but that’s okay, he’s also willing to learn how to be a good partner.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #Gallagher #Gallagher x reader #Hsr Gallagher x reader #honkai star rail Gallagher x reader #Aventurine x reader #Aventurine #Hsr Aventurine x reader #honkai star rail Aventurine x reader #Sunday #Sunday x reader #Hsr Sunday x reader #honkai star rail Sunday x readee

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Law x simp!reader headcanons (+ short scenario)

Summary: Law x simpy/affectionate reader.

Warnings: Fluff. Reader is gender-neutral. Reader is incredibly confident lol. Brief mention of Law's past and struggles with feelings/emotions.

Word count: 1043

Law is the definition of tsundere.

He will NOT admit anything publicly, all of his affection is strictly for your private life.

It’ll take him so long to accept the fact that you two have feelings for each other. He spends literally forever pretending like nothing, despite how open you are about it.

Literally he is just in denial for SO long.

After you flirting with him openly for a few months you have a party where you end up drunkenly properly confessing your feelings for him.

Law being the only sober person that night cannot let go of what you said and confronts you about it the next day.

Although he can’t convey his feelings, your confidence and affection are enough for the two of you.

As you two start dating he starts to get more and more confident in your relationship, and eventually, he starts showing you affection back, but only in private of course.

He’ll start playing with your hair or drawing patterns on your skin eventually. Perhaps he would even cuddle into you if you're both sitting next to each other on a couch.

It takes him damn near a year until he stops getting flustered when you compliment him.

He knows that regardless of how embarrassing it is for him though, you won’t even judge him for anything, because if anything you’re 10,000 x more affectionate than he is.

All your crewmates will tease him for aaaages, even when he does get used to it. More than anything though, they’re all surprised he lets you do it in front of all the others.

In reality, Law knows he can’t stop you from showing your affection, and frankly he doesn’t want you to stop either.

Anytime you come running at him and give him a big hug or a kiss on the cheek he just gives the rest of your crewmates a glare (but that does NOT stop them from snickering).

The sun was setting into beautiful colours of pink and orange where you stood on top of the Polar Tang. Your captain had asked to get some fresh air, and for you to come with him. So there you stood, leaning against the railing next to Law. You glance to your right to see his hair lightly blowing in the wind, without the usual hat sitting on his head. He notices your glance and raises an eyebrow at you and you smile back at him.

“Was there anything in particular you wanted, Captain?” You ask him sweetly as you pick up a stray hair strand laying on his yellow shirt. His body stiffens slightly and he lets out a sigh.

“Y/N-yah… You’re gonna make me go crazy…” He mutters, barely audible. “I wanted to talk to you… about…” He lets out another sigh, this one heavier than the first one. “I wanted to talk to you about what you said yesterday.” He says and moves to corner you against the railing of the ship. You smile at him as you gently put your hands on the forearms on either side of you. You don’t notice it but his hands are gripping to the railing for dear life.

“Oh that? I meant every word I said, you know?” You respond, unashamed. Why would you be ashamed of your feelings after all? He’s Trafalgar Law. He has a mildly shocked expression on his face, and combined with his flushed cheeks he looks adorable. He should be used to this by now, you think, with how much you’ve flirted with him since you joined the crew it’s shocking he even reacts to it anymore.

“E-everything?” He asks and you hum and nod your head. Law looks down to his feet, his arms still surrounding you. “Y/N-yah, I’m… I’m not sure I deserve that…. I don’t think this is good for either of us… I’ll only get you hurt. Or worse.” He whispers. Your brows furry and you shake your head.

“Law. That’s nonsense and you know it. As if both of us aren’t constantly living in danger all day every day… You know damn well I don’t care about that. I love you. So much. And you deserve so much more than you get. I know that you have your… issues. But I need you to know that I’ll always be here for you regardless of that, okay? I don’t care if I’m only your friend, I’ll always be here to help you. I’ll always be by your side.” Law’s expression turns into one of awe, his eyes wide and mouth agape. His right hand moves from the railing to cup your cheek.

“Y/N… I… I don’t know what to say…” His sentence trails off and a blush creeps up on his face again. “You know my past, and you know I’ve been hurt. I struggle with my feelings, and you know this… But… If I get to be selfish I want to, uhm,” He looks away from your face, “I’d like to take you up on the offer you made last night…” He whispers and his hand falls back down to the railing.

The smile on your face turns to a grin as you take in what he’s said. “My offer? You mean when I told you I’d really like to show you my love? When I told you that you should trust the feelings of your heart and trust me? Because I still stand by that.” He groans as his face turns even redder. You shake your head and giggle at him before standing on your toes to give him a light kiss on the cheek. He turns to look at you again with wide eyes.

“Law. I already told you I love you, right? There’s no need to be ashamed.” You smile at him before leaning in to hug him and bury your face in his neck.

“God, you really are gonna be the death of me, aren’t you?” he whispers as he embraces you back and holds you tight against him. He presses a kiss to the top of your head before burying his nose in your hair. “Thank you Y/N-yah. Thank you for understanding the words I can’t convey…”

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brighttears · 11 months

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I have a request!!

I cannot stop thinking about Joel noticing that the reader leans into his touch but is scared to initiate anything herself. So when he finds out that her ex made her feel insecure for being clingy, he immediately talks with her and tries to tell her how she deserves all the touches she needs ❤️❤️

It's just so sweet!

Joel Miller x f!reader

No physical description, no use of y/n

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: pet names (darling, sweetheart, good girl, baby), a little hot and heavy but no smut, mentions of previous mental/emotionally abusive relationship and reader is not fully recovered, reader’s former relationship is with a man

A/n: Sorry this took so long hope it doesn’t disappoint eeee ! also referring to Joel as ‘boyfriend’ does something to me boy oh boy

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You try replacing touching Joel with looking at him, listening to him, just trying to soak up everything you can, hoping for something to be enough to relieve the yearning ache you’ve always felt for him. When you first got to the point in your relationship where you could touch freely, it was difficult to hold back—you’d wanted it so much and fantasized about it too often beforehand. When Joel does want physical affection, you give him as much as he’ll take, and you always have the solace of how he holds you every night. Still, you have to reel yourself back in constantly. You’d rather have that than a repeat of your ex, though. Joel is different from him in many ways—he is a better man, a good man, and you know he’s not him, but you can’t shake what your ex had told you, and you don’t want Joel to start hating you for being clingy like he had. So, you keep the dog that drools for him at bay; but as it turns out, the leash isn’t as tight as you thought.

You were at the Tipsy Bison that night, chatting with Tommy and Maria on your way out. Joel leaned against a post with you at his side, already standing close, but then he casually slung his arm around your waist, pulling you to him, brushing his thumb up and down your hip. You were barely able to follow the conversation after that, and when you had to ask Tommy to repeat his question, your boyfriend decided it was time to say goodnight.

He held your hand the whole walk back, and you once again had to ask him to repeat something he’d said, distracted both by the warmth of his large hand in yours and digs of anxiety about your behavior. When the touch breaks as you enter the house, so over you does a wave of anxiety and shame. You bow your head deeply, trying to hide your burning face, and go straight up to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, you take your time untying your shoes, trying to mentally prepare yourself for the talk you’re sure Joel is about to give you. You’ve been trying so hard, but you’re still too clingy—freakishly clingy. No one likes someone like that. That last relationship was for two years, and you thought you’d loved him—that is, until Joel came into your life—and he was the one that left. Don’t mess this one up. you scold yourself.

When Joel walks in, causally unbuttoning his flannel, you keep your eyes on your laces, but as he moves, you can tell he’s looking at you. Left in his white tee, Joel folds his flannel up in his hands, then tosses it onto the bed as he sits down next to you.

“I’m sorry,” you begin for him, “it won’t happen again. I can control myself. I’ll be better about it. I promise.” your mind is fogged with anxiety, your chest knotted tight.

“What?”

You look up at him and his brow is furrowed, but a smile plays at the end of his lip like he thinks you’re joking. You blink. “I mean, like about being clingy, I know I have a problem with it, I’m sorry.” you turn your head back down, closing your eyes and shaking your head, hating yourself.

“Clingy? When did I ever say I have a problem with you bein’ clingy?”

“Well, I just,” you try to hide frustration in your voice, targeted only inwards, “I know I am, and that I’m just too much with that stuff, and I know that's just like unattractive and I didn’t mean to humiliate you in front of Tommy and Maria like that, I’m sorry I made such a fool of myself and you,”

He interrupts, “Woah, woah, where is this comin’ from, darlin’? Who put all that shit in your head? Cause I know I never said anythin’ like that.”

Afraid of a scowl, you keep your head down as you explain yourself, feeling another pang of guilt in your chest. “Well, my ex, I was really clingy, I mean, I am really clingy, but he, you know, taught me about it.”

“Taught you what?”

“Just that, you know, it’s—bad, and embarrassing when I do it in public, and annoying.”

“Your ex told you all this?” Finally, you look at him timidly. He’s leaning forward with his hands on the bed, looking at you with his brow knit with confusion and concern.

“Well, yeah,” you reply sheepishly.

“Okay, well first of all, that’s all bullshit,” he chuckles lightly, “you’re not clingy. Clingy’s different. An’ if this is about, you know, touch, I like you touchin’ me.” He nudges you with his shoulder, making you chuckle despite your mood. “An’ this ex a yours, well he’s just one man—actually, sounds more like a boy than a man, talkin’ t’you like that—but just cause he did’n like it doe’n mean no one else does, or that it’s bad. It’s not bad, sweetheart,” Joel shakes his head lightly, “nothin’s wrong with… liking to be touched.” his eyes travel up and down you and he shifts his torso towards you, supporting one hand on the bed, and with the other, he takes your chin with his thumb and index to angle your rosy face to look at him. “You deserve all the touchin’ you want, baby. If this is what you like,” he moves his hand slowly over your cheek, and you lean into it, “this is what I’ll give you.” Instantly you’re liquid in the cup of his hand, warmth making your eyelids lazy. You let out a sigh, near overwhelmed with, just, Joel. Those big beautiful brown eyes wander over your face and he gently presses his hand into the weight of your head and you automatically lean further into the pressure and warmth. He smirks, “I like you like this.” You giggle, easily with all of you feeling lighter.

Your anxiety has washed away completely. You can be an easy forgetter, but ground easily with Joel. He’s your man, he loves you, he’s always held your body like he needs it. You can’t even fit in a thought of your ex with Joel so close to you, holding the weight of your head, and god, those dreamy eyes on your lips.

You slide your hand up his forearm and wrap it around his wrist, then turn your cheek just enough to start kissing his palm, keeping his gaze.

Joels’ eyes flash and then he takes his hand away to take your waist and sits further back on the bed to pull you on to straddle his lap. You yelp and giggle but you’re barely actually thinking, just feeling him. He kisses you tenderly and you smooth your hands up his chest and to his face, lips slow, impassioned, and heavy. You’re on autopilot, letting your body move how it wants over Joel. Joel’s hands slide around to splay on your back and he pulls you into him; it pushes a breathy moan out of you, electricity humming over every inch of your front pressed against his body, warm and sound. Your head is angled over his shoulder and he trades your lips for your neck. The pressure of his hold, feeling all of him right up against you, relieves your ache for him, you feel it dissipate and it escapes out of you in a drawl of his name. At that, he clutches you tighter, and you feel a buzz as he hums into your neck. Then he takes his lips away, making you let out a deep breath, his nose and top lip still ghosting over your skin as he says in a husky purr, “Y’know, you’re not the only one who likes this.” Eyes closed, you let out a breathy chuckle, feeling it move against his body. Joel loosens his hold so you fall back just enough to be able to look at him, his head tilted up slightly to meet your eyes, “So don’t be afraid of touchin’ me, sweetheart.”

“Okay.” You respond, almost automatically—if he ever wants to convince you of something, this would be the way to do it.

“Good girl.” He kisses you once and then enfolds you again in a tight embrace, you hum a sigh, resting your chin lazily on his shoulder, arms around his broad back, and you want to stay here forever. You skim your hands up and down his back and he sighs deeply. Then, quiet and muffled against you, he says, “God, I want you all over me, baby.”

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kurootooru · 13 days

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azula relationship headcanons (pt 1)

character: azula (atla)

type: headcanons

notes: what it would be like to be in a relationship with/date azula; i’m obsessed with atla again so here we are; i saw a headcanon somewhere that azula has little scars on her hand from shooting lightning; might do a second part because this is going to be a little long

• azula is inexperienced, incredibly inexperienced. she’s never been in a relationship and likely never even truly liked someone beyond the normal “oh that person’s kind of hot” level. so when she first develops feelings for you, she’s just confused. she doesn’t know what these feelings are or what to do with them. and if you’re not a royal or god forbid, a peasant, it will take even longer to come to terms with these feelings. till then, you just have to wait

• additionally, while you wait, azula will be mean to you, all the time, for no reason. because you make her flustered, her heart beats a little faster and she doesn’t quite know what these feelings are or what to do with them so she’s rude to you in the meantime. although she usually doesn’t go overboard, she will apologise on the off chance that she does, it is you after all. she will be willing to put her ego aside for you sometimes.

•despite how she seems and how she seems to exude confidence, arrogance even, azula is actually quite insecure. she gets jealous easily. she thinks that the only reason you’re with her for her status. once you convince her, that you like her for her and not what social class she was born into, she will feel insecure about something else. she often feels as though she’s not good enough for you, that you’d be far happier with someone who is actually able to return your kindness. she’s convinced herself that she’s a monster, how could she ever deserve all the love and affection you give her?

• the first time you tell her that you love her, she cries. at first, she struggles to believe it, that someone like you, someone who could be with anyone of their choosing would choose her and not just choose her, love her unconditionally. she asks you if you’re sure about what you’ve just said, if you really mean it, if you’re sure you know what she’s really like, that she’s a monster over and over. and when you finally explain to her that you truly lover for who she is, she breaks down. no one has ever told her that they love her, not even her own mother, at least not directly. it’s times like these when her facade comes crashing down that you see just how scared and vulnerable she is, underneath all the teasing remarks and manipulative tactics, she’s just scared of getting hurt again.

•when you tell her that you think she’s beautiful for the first time, she doesn’t believe you. at first, it feels like all those men trying to flatter her to ask for her hand in marriage as a bid to get closer to her father. she blushes when she realises that you really do mean it. she stares at your face as your trace the little scars on the tip of her fingers, waiting for you to say something. and when you tell her that you think they’re beautiful, yet again, she doesn’t believe you although a part of her really wants to. but perhaps, if you continue to tell her how you feel over and over, she can start to believe you.

#azula #princess azula #atla azula #azula avatar #azula x reader #azula headcanon #azula hc #atla headcanons #atla #atla x reader #atla x you

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zhng96 · 8 months

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sunny days — k. gyuvin

↳ how can one make it up to someone who spends their days helping people- and how come you’ve found yourself faced with flustering feelings for said boy so suddenly?

↳ pairing: kim gyuvin x gn!reader (3.1k words OH MY GAWD)

↳ warnings: nothing honestly

↳ note: THIS IS SO LONG HELP,,, the longest fic i’ve written yet AND I LOVED EVERY BUT OF IT!!! HAPOY BDAY GYUVIN YOU DESERVE EVERY OUNCE OF LOVE EVER.

perm taglist: @tzuberry @hrtattcker @yueriots @neohyxn @avocarua @dwcljh @uyujns @knrejj

o. the meaning of loving.

kim gyuvin was the epitome of someone who loved loving. he helped where he could, was doting to his friends- even in a teasing way- but everyone and their mothers knew he meant every candied word he sent towards them, he was a social butterfly, and he made sure everyone was comfortable around him.

it was in his nature, you suppose, to help you despite not knowing you very well. being the class president and all, you assumed that he was just helping take a burden off of your shoulders even if it was a measly stack of papers waiting to be dropped by the office- not to mention his altruistic nature.

little did you know that there was a hint of devotion behind it. gyuvin knew he helped around a lot- but with you, he helped extra. any time he found you taking on a task by yourself- no matter the difficulty, he'd offer a hand. he just wished you’d notice how he set his attention on you just a little bit more than he set his attention on others.

(more under the cut !)

albeit the wave of fluttering feelings that burst throughout his chest when he hears the grateful thank you with a soul-crushingly sincere smile; he knows that when he has you for himself, he'll feel the same, just ten times over.

that's one of the reasons gyuvin has yet to give up over his attempts of showcasing his affections for you- but also because he just likes doing it. he revels in the way the sun hits your skin when the two of you are working during lunch, he loves when you accidentally make eye contact with him and find yourself looking away just as fast.

he lives and breathes you- he only hopes you do the same.

i. a paper stack as tall as jack's beanstalk.

midday was always the slowest time during school days. classes went by increasingly slower as the clock approached closer to the hour to which the lunch period began.

your stomach grumbled in anticipation for the assortment of cafeteria foods that awaited for you as soon as the bell rung. you were practically jumping in you seat peevishly- unable to distract your mind from imagining what was on the menu today.

finally, the bell rung. the teacher nods in dismissal and every student bursts from their seats.

you quickly grab your bag resting against the desk leg and shove your belongings into its pouch before turning towards the exit.

that's when the teacher called your name.

"yn, could you come here for a moment?" they ask, waving a hand towards them. you have no option but to oblige.

suddenly, 2 tall stacks of printer paper etched with various texts slam onto the teacher's desk, and your mouth is left agape, already preparing for what they will ask of you.

"i need you to bring these to the office for me", they state, sheepishly rubbing their neck, "i've got to pick up my daughter for an appointment, i'm sorry..."

breaking away from your stupor, you shake your head violently, "i-it's no worries! i'll get it there right away!"

the teacher send you a grateful nod before gathering their stuff in a hurry and their footsteps descend down the hallway- a quick and irritating clacking sound ringing throughout the 3rd floor of the building. you pay no mind, only staring at the two large stacks before you- worries about your ability to eat your long awaited lunch bouncing throughout your head.

unbeknownst to you, gyuvin stood at the door, watching the whole affair transpire. he noticed your antsy demeanor during class, having sat behind you- watching you slightly bounce like a maniac and look back at the clock every few minutes. when he heard the teacher call your name just as you were about to rush out towards the cafeteria- he knew he had to prepare for the worst.

watching your face drop had only motivated him to help you more- but when he saw the two fat stacks of paper forced before you, he wasn't so sure that even his efforts could manage to get you to eat the lunch that you were willing to risk it all for.

you frown, the office building was on the first floor and currently, you were on the third. with no elevator, the school solely relied on stairs- and with the sight of the two tall stacks of paper, there was no way you were getting both of them down in one trip- you'd most likely have to make four.

groaning, you finally oblige to the task at hand and reach for the first quarter of papers you would bring down, using your tippy toes as a support. someone is quick to help though. a tall, lanky boy reaches out to steady the trembling stack, letting you grab half of the stack with ease.

without seeing his face, you already recognized who it was. not only were his huge hands a giveaway, also the height- and most of all, the fact that he's even here right now rather than getting lunch.

you rest the stack on your biceps and tuck it to your chest. now comfortable, you turn towards him.

"you should be eating lunch", you quirk your brow, gazing at him with sincere concern- he only feels his heartbeat pick up.

"so should you", he replies coolly, shrugging his shoulders and taking a whole stack of papers as if it weighed nothing.

you yelp, "i can handle it myself! you need to eat!"

he chuckles, shaking his head before nodding it towards the door, "well, if we get a move-on we'll both be able to eat lunch. how's that sound?"

you find yourself perking up at the mention of being able to enjoy your long awaited food and nod helplessly. he nods his head again, suggesting you start walking ahead of him and you comply, being the first to walk out the door and gyuvin following close behind.

gyuvin wasn't going to lie, the stack was heavy. but thankfully, with his height, the tall stack of papers did nothing to restrict his movement, his head still fully over the top of the stack.

the two of you stop in front of the stairs and you give him a weary look, "you sure you can make it down those without falling? we can always come back up again, there's still half a stack in the classroom..."

gyuvin smiles, nodding confidently, "we'll be okay! c'mon, the faster we get this done, the quicker we can eat lunch!"

you can't help but take note on how, despite asking a question directed to him, he still manages to include you in the answer. having first-handedly witnessed the natural way he still manages to think of others in the littlest of things evokes an unrecognizable emotion inside of you. suddenly, the sight of him makes you want to break out into a grin.

quickly, gyuvin turns back towards the stairs and steps down with a fastened pace- somehow, none of the papers that lay at the top of the stack fly in the opposite direction.

you giggle to yourself before jogging down the steps as well, trying your best to catch up to gyuvin while also maintaining the balance of the stack in your arms.

ii. he said, she said.

after taking a second trip up and down the three flights of stairs to hand over the other half of the stack you left behind, the two of your were satisfied with your work. the second trip around, the two of you were so caught up in conversation that the intention to rush was long forgotten.

as the two of you slowly walked towards the cafeteria, now discussing some silly shenanigans gyuvin and his friends had done during one of last year’s breaks, the bell rung once again, and the students flood the hallways the pair were striding down.

the two of you freeze in place, watching as the students head back towards their lockers to grab their belongings for the upcoming class.

you glance of gyuvin, frowing at the sight of his downcast expression- he had missed lunch just to help you sort out your paper stack predicament.

little do you know, gyuvin is feeling just the same- he helped you just so you could be able to eat lunch and there he was, selfishly talking to you, only to lead you to missing lunch completely. his plan was perfect, it was just that his execution turned out to be counterproductive.

"i am so sorry gyuvin... i really should've just done it myself", you ramble, clenching your fists in embarrassment. you fail to notice how he looks at you with concern.

taking his silence as an apology unaccepted, you cringe, "i'll find a way to make it up to you-"

"yn!" one of your friends call from a few feet away with great urgency, causing you to trail off on your sentence.

you look at him once more, painful apology painted across your face, before jogging along to see what your friend had urgently called you for.

the rest of the day was spent racking your brain for ways to make it up to gyuvin.

you could buy him a lunch, you pondered- but you decided he was worth more.

how about a giftcard somewhere?- well, you weren't 30... it seemed like an old gift.

everything you thought, it always seemed like it was never enough. gyuvin deserved way more than just a free lunch, or giftcard, or an apology. he was gyuvin for godsakes, he helped you and everyone he could, no questions asked, he's kind, and for some reason- the mere shadow of his presences sends your stomach fluttering.

with guilt bubbling in your stomach since lunch, you've finally reached the end of the day. putting away the textbooks that weighed your backpack down onto the metal shelf of your locker- a certain name uttered by a group of friends behind you perks your ears.

"what did you guys get for gyuvin's birthday tomorrow?" and suddenly an idea hits you like a truck.

you found the perfect way to make it up to him. gyuvin loved people- what if you held him a little surprise party first thing tomorrow?

you twist around and but into their conversation- an obnoxious gesture, but with your mind racing miles a minute, that was the least of your worries.

"is it really gyuvin's birthday tomorrow?" you ask, looking around to meet the faces of his close friends- the eight of them stand there a little taken aback before they collect themselves.

"yeah!" matthew, if you remember correctly, confirms happily, sending you a warm smile.

"what if we held him a surprise party?" you suggest, surveying each of their faces to take in their reactions.

each of them light up, "where are we gonna get everything?"

"don't worry, i'll take care of everything... just meet me at the school about an hour to half-an-hour early!"

iii. a lunchbox cake.

it didn't take long for the rest of your class to absorb the (not-so-secret) surprise party plan for their beloved classmate, but you never minded- afterall, gyuvin deserved only the best and that showed through the devotion of the many people he's helped giving a hand to create a great celebration. the rest of the day was spent running errands for the last minute plans.

holding two bags full of decorations which ranged from balloons to silly little party hats you bought for the laughs, you head over to your favourite bakery- they had recently started advertising lunchbox cakes.

you requested two of these cakes- hoping it will be enough to feed everyone to satisfaction, but not enough to create a herd of hyper teenagers. one cake was to be a simple white- a cursive birthday message in black buttercream decorating the top and sprinkles made through piping icing directly onto the cake taking up awkward gaps where something felt missing.

the second cake was to have a teal background and a puppy wearing a pink birthday hat in the middle- all made of icing.

despite feeling bad about the amount of work they had to put in in such a short amount of time, they assured you that you are a beloved customer and they appreciate you always coming to support them- they accepted the order with no hesitation. you explained your deadline, saying you'll be there to pick it up an hour before your classes start and you watch as they immediately start on the batter. on your way out, you thank them profusely

all that was left was setting it up and presenting it to the birthday boy.

iv. surprise?

the clicking of your loafers against the cement along with the wind rapidly dancing past you rings your ears- the sound of the early morning traffic is easily muffled.

you run frantically towards the bakery- you had gotten a text from hanbin that they were at the school ready to set up, and feeling bad that they would have to wait- you decide to drop off the decorations and then head back to pick up the cake (bad decision). you were now frantically running- only having 25 minutes to get back to the school, cakes fully intact and looking presentable. 25 minutes and then classes would start- 25 minutes and you'll see gyuvin walk in and-

turning the corner expecting to see the entrance of the bakery in view, instead you are met with a lanky figure in a very familiar school uniform.

"oh!" the boy yelps, grabbing onto your arm to save you from a painful fall onto the concrete.

at the voice, you eyes widen- gyuvin was here, right now.

"ah, g-gyuvin!" you stammer, tilting your head up to greet the boy.

at the sight of your slightly messy hair, the boy giggles, causing you to quickly run your hands over your head to smooth it out.

"what are you doing here?" you laugh awkwardly, rubbing your bicep in attempt to act natural- you needed to get out of there immediately, but without being rude? that was impossible.

"oh... i thought i'd pick you up a pastry since i made you skip lunch yesterday..."

you perk up at this confession, tilting your head in consideration.

it was his birthday and he was getting something for you...

"you... didn't make me do anything gyuvin, really it's okay!" you comfort, watching as his eyes grow wide.

"why are you here?"

you didn't know how to answer that question.

"well i... um.." gyuvin patiently awaits your answer but rests a hand on your head after he senses your struggling.

"you don't need to tell me, it's alright. you wanna come inside with me so you can pick your treat?"

pursing your lips, you nod after a second and follow him inside.

"what's your favourite pastry?" he asks, surverying the dainty bakery.

"yn!" the woman behind the counter shouts, catching both you and gyuvin's attention.

"you come here a lot?" he questions, the tilt of his head makes your heart clench; you nod sheepishly before excusing yourself. while you walk away, gyuvin internally praises himself for the choice of bakery.

rushing over to the counter, you thank her gratefully and open the two boxes just an inch to inspect the cakes.

they were perfect, the cake with the dog was perfectly smooth and the icing art was admirable, the other cake was perfectly plain. simple, yet elegant.

you turn back to gyuvin, who eyes the two boxes curiously and you shrug.

"what's all that?" he nods towards the two boxes as you walk back up towards him.

"surprise", you smile, your nerves now calmed- everything was going to be fine, all you needed to do was get gyuvin to the school.

gyuvin hums, seemingly content enough with your answer. he then moves to walk up to the cashier but you grab his wrist frantically.

"there's no need, really! seeing you enjoy these cakes is enough for me!” you stumble, saying the first reasonable explanation to get back to the school right away.

it takes you a few moments to realize your mistake, but when you do, you find yourself frozen in place.

great going.

“surprise, huh?” he chuckled, staring at your appalled expression.

“well… it was supposed to be…” you mumble, shifting between your two feet awkwardly.

sensing your shame, gyuvin places a hand on your shoulder in comfort, “hey, it’s okay… i didn’t mean it that way, you’re just too cute not to tease.”

you perk up at his confession, now it was his turn to face you, appalled by his own mouth.

“that was supposed to be a secret too…” you giggle, taking his hand in attempt to calm his nerves.

“c’mon birthday boy, that’s not the only surprise”, gyuvin follows like a puppy, gripping your hand back happily once he comes back to his senses.

v. birthday wish granted.

you walk up to the classroom in anticipation, hopefully, everything was fully put up and everyone was ready to greet the boy a happy birthday.

you tried to make it known you were going down the hallway, extending your voice a few decibals higher than usual- you only hoped gyuvin didn't notice.

still holding his hand, you drag him over to the classroom. once the two of you stood in front on the room door, you looked at him with a wide grin- his eyebrows furrow and his gaze softens at the sight of your smile.

pursing your lips, you gesture for him to move in front of you- it seems like gyuvin had figured out your other surpise a while ago as he gives you a knowing look, but obliges nonetheless. before he turns to slide the door open, he gently cups your face.

the contact of his lips on your forehead feels majestic. it was delicate and meaningful- a small peck meant so much.

he then looks at you for permission, you only nod, reading his face for his next action.

he smirks before leaning down, now level with your lips.

by pure coincidence- yujin, who overheard the two in the hallway and was getting impatient- slid the door open, ready to peek out to see if you two were close by.

instead he finds you two inches apart- suddenly the two of you jump back.

theres a pregnant silence before matthew pops up from behind a desk, his eyes darting from you and the birthday boy and then at your hands. he smirks cheekily at the sight, “happy birthday gyuvin! i’d tell you to make a wish but it looks like it’s already come true.”

navi. mlist.

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astermath · 9 months

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The touch starved prompts are making me be in my feels :') If you're still open to requests for them, can I have either "how long has it been since someone hugged or?" or "you don't need to earn my affection, not now and not ever." with Steve? Those two really hit hard for me... :')

omg i almost completely overlooked this ask i'm so sorry! the first one i answered not too long ago with this oneshot, but i'll happily write the second one!

send in some touch starved prompts! ♡

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You’ve been sick for two days already, and frankly, you’ve had enough.

It’s not that you feel bad for missing out on work. Seriously, you could have used a break from 10 hour shifts a long time ago already. And you don’t really have any other commitments you regret not being able to attend either.

No, Steve is taking care of you.

And it’s very conflicting.

On one hand, you love it. He’s your boyfriend, of course he takes care of you. He makes you soup, makes sure you have a blanket and a nice hot water bottle at your disposal, does everything around the house. It’s like heaven. Well, almost like heaven.

Because you can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of guilt about it all.

It’s stupid, you know it’s stupid. You would do the exact same thing for him if he was sick.

But there’s this awful feeling gnawing away at you, making you feel like he’s slaving away for you and that you’re ungrateful, that you don’t deserve it. That he doesn’t even like taking care of you, he just pities you.

That’s why when he comes to sit down next to you on the couch, reaching out for a cuddle, you pull away.

You don’t dare to look his way. You know the expression on his face already, a mixture of confusion and hurt. Mostly confusion. You’re sick, maybe you just don’t want to make him sick as well?

“Come on, we can cuddle, right? I’ve got a strong immune system, I won’t get sick from giving my girl some attention now.” He chuckles, but you don’t give in. It’s starting to concern him now. His sweet girl, not wanting to be enveloped in his arms? Maybe your sickness has gotten to your brain, or he’s done something seriously wrong.

“Hey,” He ducks his head under a little so he can get a look at your face, but you turn away. “What’s up baby? Did I do something?”

That makes you look at him, because you can’t have him thinking your insecurities have anything to do with his actions. He’s perfect, literally the dream boyfriend. And yet you feel like he’s being too good for you right now.

Your eyes are watery, and that you cannot blame on the illness. Steve’s expression softens, and he suddenly feels a lot worse for joking around just now.

“It’s just— you’re being so nice to me, and I… I don’t know…”

“Peach… If I’m doing something wrong, you can tell me. You know that, right?”

“No, it’s— you’re not doing anything wrong, it’s just—“ you sigh, sniffling a little. “Feel like I don’t deserve this.” you pause, eyes quickly darting his way and back. “Like I don’t deserve you.”

Steve’s facial expression contorts into one of worry and confusion in a matter of seconds. “Oh, baby… C’mere.”

He reaches out, wrapping a strong arm around your shoulders and pulling you flush to his chest. The warm scent of his cologne overtakes your senses, and you can’t help but feel comforted by it. His large hand rubs over your back, gently, soothingly, and he presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Y’know, sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve you.” He mumbles against your hair.

You scoff; why would the Steve Harrington ever feel that way?

“Seriously, like,” he leans back a little, still holding you, “I used to be such an asshole. And you knew me back then, you’ve seen me during my worst times, when my ego was bigger than Hawkins itself, and you still decided I was worth your time. The fact that you stuck with me all that time, that really does count for something.”

You close your eyes to reminisce for a moment. He’s not entirely wrong, he was an asshole, but if anyone is the living proof that a person can change, it’s Steve.

He looks down at you, eyes full of love, glad to see you're starting to come out of your insecure cloud of thoughts.

"You know, even if you're not sick, you don't have to earn my affection."

Your head peeks out of the embrace he has you in, all curled up on his lap. Your eyes are a little glassy from almost crying, and though he hates seeing you sad like this, you do look so pretty.

"Yeah?" you ask, voice a little fragile.

"Yeah," he replies, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, "not now," peck, "and not ever."

You giggle softly, returning the gesture. The kiss deepens by the second, your lips melting together in what you could only describe as "getting lost in each other". And that's exactly what you do, because while his tongue slips past your lips and your fingers slide into his hair, you forget all about the sickness you'd been so tormented by.

Your eyes open suddenly, a soft gasp erupting from you as you pull away. "Wait, no-- no, I'm sick Stevie!"

He simply chuckles in return, pulling you in again before you can protest. "So what?" he mumbles against the plushness of your lips, "if I get sick, you'll take care of me too, right?"

"Duh," the tip of your nose rubs gently over his, "I'll make you chicken noodle soup and everything."

"Good, so," he shifts your positions, laying you down gently under him, your back flat onto the couch, "a bit of kissin' won't hurt."

You grin, the pure love and affection flooding your body making you forget all about being sick. "You're impossible, Harrington."

"You love it." He leans down to peck your lips once more.

"Yeah," your arms wind around him, "you got me there."

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saetoru · 2 years

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[ 𝟑:𝟏𝟑 𝐀𝐌 ] 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈.

“shuji are you asleep?” you tap at his arm, hovering over his figure. hanma swears that if his eyes weren’t closed, they might have twitched.

“fuckin’ hell, baby. yes,” he grumbles, “i am asleep.”

“then how’d you answer,” you huff. he can practically hear the pout in your tone, and hanma would think it’s adorable—really, he would. he’d crack a smile and giggle at your antics if it wasn’t three am right now, and if he wasn’t so drained from cracking skulls open all day.

he wonders if maybe if he ignores you, you’ll simply go away.

you, of course, don’t. “shuji, don’t ignore me, it’s rude.” he offers you nothing but silence. “oh, shujiii,” you hum, voice all but singing as you poke the tip of his nose, “shuji, i know you can hear me. i’ll die if you don’t—”

“baby, i love that mouth of yours, it’s done great things. but i’m gonna duct tape it,” he warns, finally cracking his eyes open and glaring at you. two amber (and rather irritated) orbs meet your elated ones, and maybe if he wasn’t so damn used to giving in to you, his eyes would be a bit more stern—instead, they falter when they meet your grin.

“oh no,” you giggle, “what a shame it would be if you duct taped my mouth and tied me up,” you wriggle your brows, making his lips curl at the edges in an amused grin against his will. chuckling, he shifts to face you properly, raising a brow as you brush a few loose strands of hair from his face.

“is that why you’re buggin’ me? cause you’re horny in the middle of the night?”

“no, i just got bored,” you murmur, slumping over his figure and digging your face into his chest, “but if you are, then i’m not gonna say no because i’d never say no to you,” you offer (too) sweetly. his arms instantly wrap around you, an exaggerated grunt pulling from his lips when your weight presses over him.

“well, i’m not, so get sleepy instead. or i’ll put you to sleep forever,” he clicks his teeth in what seems like irritation, but his hand still finds its way to the small of your back, rubbing slow circles into your skin as you inhale his scent.

it’s been a while since you’ve felt him like this, under your touch and against your skin—and hanma shuji knows life with a fugitive isn’t one you’re meant for. he knows in the long run, it’s not even possible for him to consider a future with you when he’s constantly on the run and hiding. but something about this, about you, draws him back every time—even if it means he has to be interrupted just as he’s about to fall asleep.

“you’d never,” you say with a cheeky grin, pressing a soft kiss to his bare chest. the loose ponytail he wears to bed tickles your cheek, the smell of your shampoo in his hair meeting your nose. “then how else would you get home cooked meals?”

“baby, cracking an egg into ramen doesn’t make you a chef,” he snorts, shaking his head in amusement as he feels you pout. this time, he does crack a smile—and it’s a rather wide one if he’s being honest.

“well, at least one of us can crack an egg,” you argue back, hand tracing small loops of your initials with his. he tries not to roll his eyes at the cheesiness, but he finds he tries even harder to fight back the relief.

and hanma tries to convince himself that here, in your home, in the comforts of your bed and the gentleness of your embrace, he belongs. because you’re perfect—you’re warm and sweet and your lips trickle with honeyed laughter that someone with sins as heavy as his doesn’t deserve to hear. but you’re stubborn, and if hanma shuji is damned to hell, he thinks you’d find a way to still bring heaven to him, clutched in the palm of one hand as the other reaches for his.

he kisses the side of your head, indulging you (and himself, though he never admits it) in the small bit of affection he can offer you. he can’t hold your hand and show you the world, and he can’t follow you to the ends of the earth, but he can let you interrupt his (much needed) sleep for moments like these.

and it’s enough. for now, he’s grateful it’s more than enough for you.

“are you sleepy yet?” he mutters, “cause if i get grumpy i might just get dangerous.”

“ooh, how ferocious of you,” you tease, reaching to pinch his cheek. he grunts, shooting you a glare as he swats your hand away. “my dangerous little gangster, aren’t you,” you giggle.

“you know, on the streets, the people are scared of me, baby,” he insists, scowling at the beam on your face. but something warm spreads through his chest, something that almost feels like he’s swallowed the sun whole on a cold night, light and comforting as it seeps into his bones and melts him from within.

something that feels like he’s reached the gates of heaven even as hell calls for his name, dragging him by the ankles, but never enough to fight the grasp of your hand in his as you tug.

“that’s because they’ve never seen you try to crack an egg,” you chuckle, “if they did, then they’d know you’re just stupid.”

“i’m a killer.”

“but you’re cute too,” you counter, “who says you can’t be both?”

if hanma had to describe love in one word, he thinks he’d choose stupid. because if he’s stupid enough to walk through your door and climb through your windows no matter the risks, you’re stupid enough to welcome him with open arms and a saccharine smile.

so he laughs, giggly and real and just a little stupidly in love. “you’re so fuckin’ stupid, baby, the world would ruin you,” he mumbles, tracing your cheek with a rough fingertip.

“well, you’ve got your scary street cred,” you tease. “you wouldn’t let it happen,” you whisper quietly, so sure of him that it’s almost unbearably painful.

“i might if you don’t let me go to fuckin’ sleep,” he grumbles. his lips press into your forehead, and for a moment, you both let yourselves be foolish enough to think it’ll all be okay.

notes: this is really self-indulgent so it's more for me than anything, but if you read this and enjoyed then that's pretty dope too :)

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sdr2lovemail · 11 months

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Domestic life with Shinobu! (Female Reader)

Note: Wrote this for lesbian visibility week but only got around to posting it now...at least it's in time for pride month! I was totally about to make this angsty, but lesbians deserve peace! Also, fun fact: a ring on the thumb is often a symbol for sapphic women!

The beating summer sun is harsh and hot. Your hands ache as you swing a wooden sword. Counting to ten, readjusting your grip, repeating the reps, and continuing this pattern for hours even when your muscles begin to tense.

Breaking the serene atmosphere of the Butterfly Mansion courtyard is the sound of three rushing girls. The sound of their shoes clicking against the rock pathways breaks your concentration. Their cute voices calling your name have your attention.

Sumi, Kiyo, and Naho run up to you, a bottle of water, a towel, and a snack in each of their hands. You accept the items graciously, setting the wooden sword down to sip the water.

“[Name]! You looked so cool out there. The rehabilitation training is paying off!” Kiyo praised, the other two girls nodding along.

You quickly drink the water and scarf down the food. Smiling at the girls, you pick up the wooden sword. “Thank you, girls. The snack was delicious, but I must get back to training.”

Small hands grab your uniform, stopping you from walking. They pull you back from trying to reach the sword. “No! You can’t; it’s time for a break.” The girls hound you, struggling to keep you in place.

Smiling down at the girls, you try to free your uniform from their surprisingly firm grip. “Oh, don’t worry. I just took a break not too long ago.” Your soft words do nothing to stop their tugging.

With puppy-eyed expressions, Sumi, Kiyo, and Naho keep pulling. “But it was a direct request from Lady Shinobu!”

……

The aforementioned medic sit’s in her office, writing formulas and the status of her current patients. As she works, Shinobu can hear the sound of familiar footsteps. She closed her notebook with a smug smile and patiently waited for her visitor.

The door to her office slides opens with you on the other side. Shinobu claps her hands together, bringing them up to her face. “Aw, if it isn’t my diligent slayer.”

You walk up to Shinobu’s desk, standing over her with a slight glint in your eyes. Setting your hands on her desk, you lean close to her smiling face. “You sent the girls after me while I was training.”

Shinobu’s face takes on a look of innocence. She knew you couldn’t resist when the girls looked at you with those cute puppy eyes. “I have no idea what you mean.” She gets up from her seat, bringing her hands to rest on your waist. Her fingers squeeze the plush skin there. “You’ve trained a lot today. Take a break.” Shinobu leans in to kiss your cheek like she’s trying to seduce you into staying.

You can feel yourself get a bit flustered at her sudden affections. “I have to train, Nobu. I need to get back to work as soon as possible.”

Shinobu does not let up, her lips moving to kiss your jaw. “The other Hashira can take over in your absence. Besides, I already had Aoi start a bath for us. You wouldn’t want her work to go to waste.” She looks at you with teasing eyes, capitalizing on your love for the younger butterfly girls.

Her teasing and kissing had done the trick. She walks you to the bathhouse of the mansion. True to her words, a steaming bath was prepared. Incense line the room and fill the space with a soft lavender scent. Aoi had done a great job setting the room up. It was just as Shinobu requested it.

Shinobu makes quick work of taking her uniform off. She purposely gives you an eyeful of her curves. After folding her clothes into a neat pile, she turns to you. There’s a smirk on her delicate features. “Hm, you have too many clothes on, honey.”

Her nimble fingers work on the buttons of your top. Shinobu’s fingers are working slowly, teasing. Her face is so close to yours, yet not close enough. Once she’s finished, she slips the shirt off. She makes sure to drag her hands against your skin, her nails leaving light scratches. Shinobu leans in close, her lips just about to touch yours. You could feel her breath against your skin.

“Time for your pants.” She lets out a playful laugh as she pulls away. Your pants came off much faster than your top. Shinobu eagerly rushed you to the bath, helping you into the hot water. She gets in soon after you, letting out a sigh. “Doesn’t the water feel nice? It’s filled with plenty of healing minerals.”

Smiling at her, you lean in close. “It feels amazing. This was very thoughtful of you.” Pulling into your body, you press a kiss onto her forehead. “I’ll admit, I’ve spent a lot of time training. It’s just,” You paused, thinking over your words. Since you entered the butterfly mansion: you spent every moment training. Unknowingly neglecting Shinobu and your health, running your body ragged. “I don’t want to feel weak.”

Shinobu’s smile falters, forming into a more concerned look. “Honey, you’re not weak. What happened was just an accident. It wasn’t your fault.” Her hand comes up to cup your cheek.

“But I’m a hashira! I’m not supposed to make such mistakes.” The mission you were on was supposed to be an easy one. However, one minor slip-up was enough to take you out of action. You felt embarrassed, ashamed. The whole incident left a heavy weight on your chest. “I…I could’ve died on that mission.”

Hearing these words, Shinobu could feel her anger bubble up and rise. Not at you, but more at the feeling of helplessness. This feeling of dread. The same way she felt when she heard the cries of those who lost their loved ones to demons. The same way she felt upon losing her sister.

As she shifts around, the water ripples. She brings you into a hug, her arms shaking almost unnoticeable. Her head rests in the crook of your neck. You could feel a single tear drip against your skin.

“Don’t say things like that.” Her words came out more like a demand, but there was still that shakiness. “You’re here now, and that’s what matters. We can talk more later. But for now, I want to enjoy this time with you.” Perhaps it was selfish of her, but she wished to forget the horrors of being a demon slayer. All she wanted was to be in this moment with you. Enjoy this illusion of domestic bliss before having to face the grim reality.

Leaning into her hold, you let out a soft sigh. For just a second, you truly felt at peace. “Alright, let's talk about something else. Hm, do you know what’s for dinner tonight?” Your tone was light, not wanting to break the serene air.

Shinobu smiled, a soft glint in her eyes. She shifts her position again so that she’s now leaning against you. “I may have pulled a few strings. It’s your favorite tonight!” There were no real strings pulled. Shinobu was a hashira, and she could have almost anything she wanted. She just liked the feeling of having to work for what she wanted; rather than just being served to her.

“Well, you’re spoiling me tonight, aren't you?” You laugh and press a small kiss on her cheek.

Leaning up and kissing you on the lips, Shinobu’s smile gets more teasing. “You’ve been so focused on training lately. I have a lot of love I need to catch up on.”

……

True to her word, Shinobu’s treatment was not finished. After the bath, she massaged your body. Her nimble fingers worked out any knots that were present. Once your body was thoroughly worked, she helped you get dressed in the finest pajamas she had to offer.

The two of you now reside in her quarters, sitting at the low table in the center of the room. Shinobu had brewed some tea. She fills two cups with the steaming liquid.

“This tea is said to reduce stress and relax the body. The ginger I added is full of antioxidants as well.”

As she explains all the properties of the tea in front of you, there’s a smile on your face. One full of pure love and adoration.

“I know you like your tea sweeter, but sugar would slow your healing process,” Shinobu explained as she sipped her tea. Glancing at you, she noticed that love-filled expression on your face. She leaned over to pinch your cheek. “Hey, are you even listening?”

You let out a sound of surprise as her pinch broke you out of your daydream. Giving her a sheepish smile, you hold her hand against your face. “Sorry, I wasn't. I was just thinking about something.”

“Oh? And what could be more important than my medical knowledge?” She teased.

Looking at her, your eyes softened. You bring her hand to press a gentle kiss onto it. “Well, I was thinking,” You take a short breath, building up your courage. “When all of this is over, when there’s no more fighting or grief, I want to become your wife. We’ll settle down, maybe get a new estate. We could take the rest of the girls, living happily in peace. I love you; I want to spend the rest of our lives together.”

Your sudden proclamation of love caught Shinobu off guard. Her eyes were wide, and on her cheeks was a faint blush. For a moment, she felt vulnerable. She pulls away from your touch. You could feel your heart sink at that moment. She moves with quick steps, retrieving a small box from her desk. You soon felt relieved as she took a seat in front of you.

“It seems you beat me to it.” Shinobu teased. She opened the box. In it was a simple silver band, a purple jewel encrusted in the middle, and a soft stripe of lilac going through the ring. “This isn’t a proposal, but more of a promise.”

She gently took your right hand, setting the ring on your thumb. “When we no longer have to fight, I’ll propose. When everything is over, you’ll become my wife and I’ll be yours.” Shinobu’s voice was that of a whisper as she held your hands.

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes. Leaning in, you brought Shinobu into a passionate kiss. One full of love and trust. Pulling back, you rest your forehead against hers, looking into her eyes. “I would want nothing more.”

#demon slayer x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #kny x reader #shinobu x reader #demon slayer #kny shinobu #x reader #demon slayer oneshots #shinobu kocho #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba

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nightghoul381 · 6 months

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Ikepri Gift Exchange

Unaccepted Together~ Clavis Lelouch x Reader

For the gift exchange I got to write for @scummy-writes!!! Thank you so much @ikemenlibrary and @sunnyikemen for hosting such a fun event!

I really hope this fit what you were thinking of Scum!! I had a lot of fun writing it, but I always have fun writing Clavis! Thank you for such a fun prompt to work with <3

Pairing: Clavis Lelouch x Reader Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Soft Smut-Does contain explicit content NSFW | MDNI

WC: 1.8k CW: Marking, Fingering, Oral (fem receiving)

Another nightmare… Great. You groan, throwing a pillow over your face to block the sunshine that was now streaming in through the window, unintentionally rousing your lover.

“Oh my, morning already?” Clavis yawns, stretching out languidly like a big cat. You let out an unintelligible grumble, crossing your arms over the pillow covering your face.

“Well now, this won’t do. I can’t have a pleasant morning if you’re covering up my very favorite sight to wake to.”

Clavis’s long fingers slip between your arms, prying them apart. He doesn’t have to try very hard, all fight draining from your body at his gentle touch. Now all you could think about was drawing comfort from his warm embrace, and yet the events of your nightmare played through your mind again.

You don’t belong here. Who are you trying to fool, you’ll never be good enough to be at Clavis’s side. No one will ever accept you. You should give up and go back to your miserable life as a commoner and let someone deserving of Clavis earn his affection.

You shut your eyes tightly, trying to keep the tears back at the thought. You’ve been feeling this way for such a long time. Every moment with Clavis is pure bliss, his attentive love and penchant for mischief always had you on your toes but also kept you in a fantastic mood.

However, as is typical of a member of the royal family, Clavis was unable to be with you at all times. He had duties to attend to and this left you on your own in the royal court. Sure, there were things you could do to keep yourself busy as you awaited his return, but the most recent assignment your lover had been sent on had kept him away for such a long time, leaving you to wander the halls of the palace in search of some way to keep your mind off missing him.

You had overheard some noble women conversing, not so subtly, about how Clavis surely could find a more appropriate companion, someone who was born and bred for just such a role as the future wife of a member of the royal family.

You hadn’t stuck around to hear more, your worst fears confirmed. You were still not accepted and you feared you never would be, and Clavis would soon come to his senses as well and realize the same thing.

Cue the never-ending nightmares plaguing your sleep and your now uncomfortable position of explaining why you would feel the need to hide your face.

You brace for the pillow to disappear, but let out a small squeak of surprise as you feel Clavis move to straddle your hips, his hands running up your arms slowly and gently.

“Now then, how shall I enact my revenge? You’ve stolen my joyful waking moment by hiding your face, so you certainly must desire my attention be directed elsewhere,” Clavis purrs, his voice low and sensual.

You feel heat welling within your belly, despite the horrible things your mind was saying, your body was all too receptive to your lover’s touch.

“No.”

You hoped your curt answer would be enough to get him to let you have some time to yourself to recover from the nightmare… actually you knew full well that such a statement would have the opposite effect.

“My oh my, you’ve decided to be quite the spitfire this morning. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Clavis swipes the pillow off of your face and freezes. His brows furrow and the corners of his mouth drop. He knows. Of course, he does. He’s not an idiot, he knows you better than anyone else.

“What has caused such a pained expression to mar your beautiful face so early in the morning, my dearest darling, light of my life?”

Taking a deep breath you sigh, “It’s nothing, really. Just some random thoughts messing with my head is all.”

“Ah, see therein lies the problem. Any thoughts making you feel less than wonderful are clearly not thoughts of me, and therefore you merely need to direct your attention to the handsome man before you,” Clavis chuckled, his eyes not matching the joyful tone of his voice. He was trying to distract you, he wanted to see you smile.

“You’re right, how foolish of me,” you reply, turning your mouth up in a light smirk while you communicated your true feelings through your eyes.

“Mmm, foolish indeed.” Clavis affirms, leaning down and pressing gentle kisses around the edges of your lips. His warm breath fills your senses, his rich comforting scent bringing an overwhelming sense of peace to your mind you reach up and loop your arms around his neck and pull him close. You don’t want to give up his calming effect on your heart and press your lips firmly against his, sighing contentedly as your kiss is returned with fervor.

Clavis leans his head back just slightly, gazing down at you with such warmth and tender love in his golden eyes.

“I love you with my entire being. I can’t imagine anyone else at my side, nor have I ever tried. You alone have tamed this beast and you alone have the right to claim this place beside me.”

His hushed voice fills your ears and eats away at the negative thoughts spinning through your mind. You feel tears beginning to pool in the corners of your eyes as he rectifies the lies you’d been telling yourself with the deadly precision of an expert hunter.

“I feel like I’ll never be fully accepted,” you whisper, feeling your voice crack slightly.

“Ah, then that makes two of us!” Clavis chuckles, brushing the back of his hand against your cheek before leaning in and capturing your lips in a brief kiss.

“You see, being the son of a maid doesn’t exactly lend itself to being accepted. That and it seems that not all nobles enjoy my brand of humor.”

Another kiss, and another.

“What do you say we be unaccepted together? If we both do it, they won’t have nearly as much fun trying to make us feel unwelcome. You’re my home, I want nothing but you and if they hurt you, they hurt me. I can’t exactly have nobles around who are willing to hurt a prince, now can I?”

“Clavis! Please tell me you didn’t do anything rash—” you scold, cut off as he buries his face against your neck and swipes his tongue against your skin.

“Nothing of the sort, the trap was meticulously planned with a very clear message to respect the prince’s decisions,” Clavis hushes, catching your skin between his teeth gently before suckling a deep red mark into existence.

“Haah… Clavis, you’re such an awful man…” You moan, letting your head fall to the side, eyes falling closed, and allowing him better access to your neck which he happily takes advantage of.

“Ah, but I am your awful man, so you’ll have to try harder to quell this terrible behavior I think.” His low voice purrs into your ear and sends a shudder through your body.

His hands move freely, gently stroking every inch of skin they can come into contact with until it seems he has himself far too riled up to hold back any longer.

“Might I enjoy my second favorite thing to wake up to in the morning?” He asks, speaking the words between kisses.

Your head is becoming light and the knot of desire tightens as you feel Clavis begin to maneuver his body lower, his hands kneading the flesh of your thighs and a satisfied groan rumbling in his chest.

When you let your eyes blink open again, you’re met with an intense desire reflecting in pools of molten gold. You nod your head slightly, taking in a sharp breath at the way Clavis’s eyes flare with hunger and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.

His body slips down from yours, his weight settling on the mattress between your legs as he begins kissing and sucking at the skin of your inner thighs. The heady moans and grunts he’s making as he loses himself in savoring your legs leave you trembling, your pussy dripping in anticipation as his face draws closer.

Clavis pushes the hem of your short nightgown up over your hips, taking no time to nestle his face between your thighs and begin working his mouth over your sensitive bud.

“Oh god, Clavis…” you whimper, electricity jolting through you as his tongue flicks playfully over your clit.

One of his hands curls around your leg, the other slipping down to join his mouth in his need to demonstrate his desire for you. Your back arches and your hands fly up to cling to his hair as the warmth of his tongue against your folds is replaced by two fingers stoking the fire within you into a blazing inferno.

Each time your hips buck against his face, he lets out a low groan and you can feel the thread of need become taut, threatening to snap at any moment.

You lift your head slightly as you feel the heat of his mouth disappear. Clavis’s face is flushed a deep crimson and his pupils are blown out with need.

“I want you to come undone darling. Cum on my tongue and show my how good I make you feel.”

His instructions paired with the resurgence of his lips sucking at your clit leave your body shattering as your release rips through you. Your legs are trembling and your hands tug desperately at his hair as you hold his face against you, savoring every movement of his fingers as he draws out more and more pleasure.

When you finally feel the last throes of your passion beginning to wane, you let your eyes flutter open. Your vision is filled with Clavis’s face, his chin wet with your juices and an incredibly satisfied smile playing across his lips. He runs his arm across his mouth, wiping away any remaining moisture before kissing you, almost gingerly.

“Now that is what I would consider a good morning to me,” Clavis jokes playfully, settling his lean body beside yours and pulling you into his arms in a tight hug.

“Thank you for being mine,” he adds quietly, words muffled in your hair as though he didn’t intend for you to hear him.

You feel your heart skip a beat at the genuine gratitude you know Clavis has for you being with him. Having his arms around you like this, his strong heartbeat and steady breathing once again bring you an unmistakable peace.

He truly does want me with him, you think to yourself, he thinks I am worthy of being at his side. If he believes that, I can believe it too.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #clavis lelouch #ikepri clavis #ikemen prince clavis #ikepri gift exchange #clavis lelouch smut #smut #nsft

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nocuref0rme · 5 months

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Can I request anything for Ryoma please my boy doesn't get enough love 🥺

He deserves the world I swear no more suffering for him

OF COURSE! I’m literally OBSESSED with the tennis pro. If you’ve seen me ramble about him, hush.

also I’m sorry this has been sitting in my drafts for so long

Ryoma Hoshi x Reader

You and your boyfriend, Ryoma, were the main targets of rain. The sound of the rain was calming, but you had plans for the both of you! Thankfully, Ryoma- the excellent listener that he is- had memorized your favorite shows, webseries, and movies.

“You got Sugar?”

“She’s right here!”

Sugar- your fat munchkin cat- was a blob in your arms, kneading your forearm. Ryoma looked over at you and your sweet little baby, chuckling. Oh, how you loved that chuckle. As Ryoma connected his phone to the TV, you gave Sugar a smooch on her forehead. Ryoma looked over at the two of you as Sugar purred in response to your affection.

“Oh, I’d be purring too. They give such good kisses, don’t they?”

“Ryoma…”

“You know I can’t help but praise you, baby. Even if I’m just bragging about you to our cat.”

“She’s our daughter!”

“I know, angel.”

Ryoma sat behind you as your favorite movie began, putting his beanie beside him as he kissed your shoulder. He stayed up all night watching your favorite movies and shows with you.

can you tell how much i love him guys

#ryoma hoshi #ryoma hoshi x reader #dv3 #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa v3 #dv3 x reader #ryoma x reader

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suguruplsr · 8 months

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he likes moments like this

✰ ✰ ✰ Xiao enjoys your “friendship” with him.. but is he allowed to be selfish ?

જ⁀➴ guys i kin xiao the most like he’s my favorite character i got him on 1/9/21 (i think—) i cried for him in 2.7 🙁, i love him, i simp for him, he’s best boy

,, xiao x reader , fluff , drabble.

you had gotten used to entering wangshu inn to stay the night, always getting a small nod from Goldet that the yaksha was last seen on the balcony. from being surprised by your unexpected visits during the tranquil of night to always predicting them, his aura visibiy calmer the second he senses your aura near him.

“you’ve come again today..” his voice seems like a whisper of the night as you enter the balcony your eyes meeting his gold ones that you were sure shined brighter than the stars. “i always visit.” you smile cheekily, moving over to his figure that leaned against the railing. which you always found odd since he usually spends his time at the area on top of the inn, but you never pondered too long on it, finding his presence near you endearing enough.

“you didn’t come yesterday nor the day before. may i remind you that you also missed a full week straight not too long ago?” he huffs, giving you a small glare. mumbling something about ‘mortals..’ under his breath. “oh xiao..” you couldn’t help but chuckle at his words, finding his specific memorization on the days you didn’t visit him to be quite cute.

“do you find your tardiness amusing? how foolish.” xiao scoffs at the sounds of your laughter, not minding the way he felt a bit lighter just from the sound of it. your smile— no, mere existence was always something that brought comfort to the karmic debt he pays with each ounce of his sanity. even thinking of you seemed make him feel more at ease. not like he’d ever admit it.

“i find your attention amusing instead. i seem to be held to a little more importance in your books huh?” you grin at him, noticing the stunned look on his face as he looks away with a scowl. “you have too much pride.” he closes his eyes and crossed his arms. which in your opinion, was always a tell of him being judgmental.

if only you knew that he was actually flustered. the beat of his heart faster at the realization that he could possibly hold you in a higher regard than all of illuminated adepti. with only few exceptions. “well at least i’m here now. i like seeing you like this.” your voice were as soft as leaves moving along wind, making his warm gaze lock onto you from it.

“you like seeing me?” xiao mutters as if he couldn’t believe you, his gaze wavering with a emotion you couldn’t quite grasp. “i wouldn’t continue coming here if i didn’t. i thought that was obvious..” you hum to yourself in confusion, oblivious to the widening of his eyes.

he couldn’t help but hold a hand up to the beating of his heart, would it be too greedy for him to apply those words to many other things you do for him? small acts of service such as introducing him to new foods that he could possibly bare to eat, unknowing that he’d gladly taste your cooking without a second thought. when you give him small trinkets or plants that you find on your journeys, remembering that he also likes to collect things. such as conches. you were always showing him actions that mortals deem to be in the form of ‘care’ or ‘affection’.

“..don’t dwell on it. i know now.” he sighs.

so would it be too..hopeful? to think that someone like him is deserving of you. he isn’t quite sure. but he knows that he likes it. he likes having these moments with you. he’ll be sure to ask Mr. Zhongli about this.

#xiao x reader #xiao x y/n #genshin fluff #genshin x you #genshin xiao #genshin x reader #adepti #yaksha #alatus #xiao #genshin impact

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