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l0serloki · 3 months

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omg i just got to know u write for jjk too!! I originaly was following you because of your valorant stuff and i love your writing style and those cute gifs you add at the start of every post <3

If its not alot can you please make some short drabbles/headcannons for the jjk men (gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, choso, megumi) where its late at night you are all cuddled up and you hear something from downstairs, the man get all protective thinking its an intruder and go check it out. ( you can make it an actual intruder and add a lil fight scene or make it a racoon or a stray cat and make it cute its upto u)

Im sorry if i sound wierd english is not my first language 😅

Intruder Alert

(Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Todo, Sukuna, Choso, Megumi)

A/N : UMMM first off I read Toji as Todo soo.. sorry about that one. Second off thank you so much for the request!! I kinda made these more cracked out than I expected them to be.. I hope you still enjoy and I can always do more if you want.

CW : intruders (duh), casual murder (geto), gojo being an ominous being, Sukuna being on top of you as you wake up

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Gojo :

Your body was cuddled against your boyfriend as you tried to sleep. As quickly as sleep came, it left. There was a sudden noise downstairs that made you jump.

“What was that?!” Gojo turned to you, scratching at his face.

“I don’t know. It sounded like something downstairs.” You whisper out and the blue eyed freak groaned.

“Don’t worry babe. I’ll go check it out. There’s no need to be scared.” Gojo grabbed at your hand pulling you out of the warm sheets.

“If you’re going to check it out, why are you taking me along with you?” You deadpanned as he corralled you down the stairs.

“Because babe if I die then you need to avenge me.” Gojo whispered out as he peeked around the corner. His eyes surveyed the kitchen as he crept in.

“Coast is clear- HOLY SHIT!” Gojo fell back, crawling to your feet. You watched as a raccoon jumped down from the counter, scurrying back outside from the open porch door.

“Satoru, why did you leave the backdoor open..?” You rolled your eyes as you helped the ‘strongest’ man to his feet.

“I thought you did.” He grinned as he got up and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“Why am I with you?” You chided and he just pouted.

“So mean..”

Geto :

“There’s a noise Sugu..” You whisper out as you adjust in his arms. Your eyes stare up at him as he scrolls through the TV.

“It’s probably nothing Y/N. Don’t worry.” He rubbed at your head as he continued to mindlessly stare. You heard steps creeping as you continued to lay there. You couldn’t help but feel anxious and definitely with the warrant out for your boyfriends head.

“Suguru, someone is in the house.” You plead. He only rolls his eyes as he shuffles around in bed.

“You’re fine-” His eyes widen as the door slams open, a tall man standing in the wake.

“Geto Suguru, it’s nice to finally meet you.” His grin is wicked and you crawl closer to Suguru out of fear.

“It’s not smart breaking into my house, you know.” He grabs at your form and pulls you up. Curses forming behind the estranged man as Geto frowns.

“Personal preference really. I don’t get why people consider you that strong.” The man shrugs as he gets closer and you flinch as a punch flies past your face. One of his many curses attach to the mans fist.

“Pathetic. At least I know I need to replace the lock.” Geto rolls his eyes as the man screams in agony, his head exploding from the pressure of the curse.

“Are you okay darling?” Geto bends down to run his hand across your cheek, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to your warnings before. I’ll be more observant for you.” He leaves another peck as he sets you down against the plush pillows of the bed.

“Give me a moment to clean up and we can cuddle, okay?”

You only nod as you shake from the violent attack. You knew you were always safe with him but that didn’t make you worry any less. But at the end of the day, you still had him.

“Okay.” You lean in to give him one more kiss as he goes to clean up the ‘leftovers’.

Nanami :

You were cradled in Nanami’s arms as you heard rustling around. Nanami gripped tighter at you as the noises became louder.

“Kento..” You mumbled out. His soft snores filled the room as you tried to wake him up. You squirmed around in his arms trying to get his attention. A scream left your lips as a harsh knock on the bedroom door filled the silence.

Nanami whipped straight up, gripping at his cleaver that sat on the bedside table.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” He placed a quick kiss against your forehead as another knock sounded at the door. You gave him a scared look and he squeezed your hand.

“Nanami, are you there? I just got done giving Megumi his gift so if you could open up..!” Gojo’s voice filled the silence and you let out a giant sigh. Of course it was Gojo.

“Gojo, what are you thinking sneaking into peoples houses at 3 am. Regardless of time there is a thing called privacy.” Nanami swung the door open, berating the special grade as he started to push him out. Gojo gave you a thumbs up as he sat the gift bag on the chair and continued to struggle against the blondes hold.

“Try the lemon flavor Y/N! I think you will like it!” Gojo calls out as Nanami shuts the door on his face and sighs. He comes back over to the bed, his face worn down as he falls into his pillow. You couldn’t help but laugh at the buffoonery that unfolded.

“Ken are you okay?” You rubbed at his back. He only groaned as he peeked up from the comfort of the bed.

“Can we pretend that never happened?”

Todo :

Todo’s face was buried against your chest as he snored. You ran your fingers through his hair as you continued to mindlessly scroll through your phone. You heard noises creaking against the floorboards which attracted your attention.

“What the hell?” You pushed the large man off your chest and stood up to go check out the noise.

“Huh..? Y/N..” Todo’s hand yanked you back towards the bed, his eyes pleading for you to continue cradling him.

“There’s someone there Aoi. You have to let me check.” You push his hands away much to his dismay and move to leave the bedroom. His body moves quicker than yours, ripping away at the door.

“Is someone there!?”

There was a scuttle from a thief grabbing at some of your belongings, his hands flying up as Todo stomped through the hall.

“How dare you ruin my time with Y/N?! I am disgusted!” Todo grabs the thief by his shirt and tears open the window.

“Todo, the vase!” You screech as your vase teeters and he throws the man out the window, grabbing the nice china in time.

“Stupid. Now let’s go back to the bedroom.” He dusts himself off as he grabs you with one arm and makes his way back into the room.

“Maybe we should check the door..” You gasp against his tight hold as you try to process what just happened.

“The door should try and check me!” He gloats as he places you gently on the bed, still worked up from having his precious time taken from him.

Sukuna :

Your body slid in the sheets as you felt hands gripping at your face. Your eyes slowly opened and adjusted to see the beast on top of you.

“What-” You struggled to speak as his hand pushed your cheeks together.

“Such pretty lips. All for me?” He grinned as you smacked his chest. Sadly this was a recurring theme with the two of you. Whenever Yuji lost control you always somehow had Sukuna trailing close behind you. And although you weren’t particularly happy waking up to such intrusions, you didn’t mind it either.

“Cmon.” Your voice is garbled as he pets your skin and grins.

“No scream for the intruder? I’m disappointed.” He slaps your cheek lightly, not enough to harm you but just enough to wake you up.

“You’re a piece of shit.” You roll your eyes as he chuckles and pulls you flush against him.

“You like it.”

Choso :

“Baby.. there’s something outside.” Your eyes barely peek above his arm as you hear the scratching at the window. Choso just groaned and pulled you tighter into his embrace.

“It’s okay. Just sleep..” His voice was hoarse as he patted your head. You couldn’t help but still feel anxious, tugging at him to wake up.

“Please..” You jolted as another harsh slap hit the window. Choso sat up and made an annoyed face.

“Who would be stupid enough to come here?” He stomped out of the bed and over to the window. He ripped at the curtains and opened the window.

“You think it’s funny-” Choso starts only to get backhanded by the tree arm that had apparently been smacking the window. Your eyes widened as he wiped at his face, turning to see you laughing hysterically. He let out a small laugh as he rolled his eyes.

“Glad to see you’re not worried anymore.” He slides back into bed, pulling you flush against him.

“Baby you didn’t close the window.”

“Really..”

Megumi :

Your body rested against Megumi’s as you both cuddled against the sheets. It was a cold night and the heater was all but broken. One of your hands rubbed at the fur of the black dog coating you like a blanket while the other rubbed through your boyfriend's hair.

There was a ruckus from downstairs, your body jolting at the sudden noise. The dog seemed to notice as well, sitting up and growling, ready to protect you and Megumi.

“There’s something..” You pushed against your boyfriend and he slowly wiped the sleep out of his eyes. You arms circled around him as his shinigami jumped down from the floor and went to go sniff out said intruder.

“If someones there we will know. Don’t worry.” Megumi stretched as he tried to get into action. He jostled himself out of the comfy position and opened the door.

“Really.” His voice was deadpan as the dog came back into the room and jumped on you, unfazed. You were confused - there had to be someone if Megumi was talking.

“Hello dearest son! I brought sweets! Oh and hello Y/N!” Gojo gives a wave as he holds a giant bag out.

“Get out.” Megumi rolls his eyes as he pushes the bag away and shuffles the sorcerer back through the house. You could only chuckle at the interaction and hope that Megumi would tell him to knock next time.

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matrixbearer2024 · 2 months

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I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE “GET OFF MY SCREEN” SERIES

I can’t stop thinking about the idea of Reader playing video games and Vox is just watching like it’s a twitch stream and judging their gaming skills and even backseat gaming 😭😭

It’s like my brain is working overtime thinking of this AU

Oh Shut Up Vee!

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: Yeah- I'm pretty sure Vox would literally dunk on the non-gamer Readers out there, hell- he'd probably find our concept of horror games pretty tame compared to what he sees and deals with daily in hell. Though I'm pretty sure Vox himself would backseat game the fuck out of you- he's not that great at video games either. He just doesn't have the time to really get into them aside from the basics HAHAHAHA- I'll still be writing scenarios and just adding them into the masterlist if you guys think of any. As always, I hope you guys enjoy and happy reading!

"Wow, doll- you... kinda suck at this."

"Vox shut up and let me focus."

You cursed under your breath as you continued to mash buttons.

The loud repeated clicking from your incessant spamming kind of made Vox cringe.

He didn't even want to imagine what you'd do to your keyboard when you were fuming-

Your poor controller was just not having a good day-

So... how did you end up like this?

It was another long weekend for you with the back-to-back holidays around the corner.

So of course you kind of spent it doing whatever you could possibly think of.

Productive or not you didn't really care.

In this instance-

You chose to play some fighting games with a friend online.

It wasn't your preferred genre of game, but it was better than boredom.

So you plugged your computer into the TV to get a bigger view of the game-

Only for Vox to end up popping in at some random point in your session.

He could see your game like a stream from his end, moving it to a separate screen so he could still watch your reactions.

You on the other hand had to deal with a slightly obstructive minimized box on the screen at all times.

At least he tried to stay out of the way-

"Aaaaand you're dead again-"

"FUUUUUCK!!!!"

You wanted to chuck your controller into the ground at this point-

But those things were expensive so you just put it down on the coffee table and started violently punching the shit out of a nearby pillow.

"Seriously, you've just got to punch the dude and block- it's not that hard."

Vox had been watching you play for a little over thirty minutes by now.

And you've probably won like... thrice?

Out of twenty matches?

Not a great looking statistic in his opinion.

You glared up at his minimized face on the TV and huffed.

"If it's so easy why don't you face me head on then huh? Coward!"

"Fine, but don't cry if I end up kicking your ass!"

Vox ended up shooting back, already messing with your computer settings to make way for a local player 2.

Of course most games had that option anyway, it just wasn't immediately recognized by the game since you didn't plug another controller in.

Vox wasn't exactly being arrogant this time either.

He knew his way around video games, and given his profession and work-

That wasn't really surprising.

Though, he wasn't an avid gamer or anything like that.

Lord knows he's too busy to even try-

But he wasn't going to be dumbfounded simply because of complicated controls.

So here's the hilarious fine print our tech savvy TV man didn't realize.

You weren't actually a bad player when it came to 2D fighters.

It just so happened that your friend was quite well-versed in that kind of game.

In reality- you were losing because they were just that good.

And it easily showed when you fought against your overlord buddy.

"NOT SO EASY NOW IS IT ASSHOLE?!"

"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! PUSSY!!!"

You laughed upon seeing Vox's minimized face on the TV just glitch and fizzle as he continued to swear up a storm.

Serves him right for underestimating you, but it was still hilarious seeing him just completely lose it after only five rounds.

Well, five rounds where your game character royally kicked his shins in but who's counting?

He continued to just lag and glitch while possibly exhausting every expletive known to the English dictionary.

You on the other hand-

You just calmly and smugly drank some water and watched the chaos.

Who was the raging pissbaby now huh?

It only made you laugh so much harder when his face disappeared off the TV and you realize he'd disconnected.

Bro really just left because he got extremely skill-issued.

You continued to play for a little while longer-

Without any spectators this time-

Before your phone buzzed with a message.

You were initially a little excited before realizing it was just a friend inviting you to go out.

That hope was pretty short-lived.

A part of you kinda wanted it was Vox, and that he would've forgiven you for sort of hurting his ego by now-

Honestly he was asking for it with the backseat gaming earlier so you weren't really sorry-

But it wasn't and you reckoned it probably won't be him for another few hours.

Taking up on your friend's offer though, you figured it wouldn't be so bad to just go shopping or something.

Maybe you could even bring back a gift for your pissy TV companion.

Vox spent nearly the entire day just trying to calm down by throwing himself into his work.

He was so confident he would be able to beat or even match you, only to lose fucking spectacularly.

He slightly wondered if the whole reason he was even this irritated by it was because he wanted to show off to you.

Ya know, make it seem like he had the skills to pay the bills and all that jazz?

It was just a video game but still-

The embarrassment and your laughing at him didn't help.

That and his continued losses reminded him of that one time Alastor bullied him so badly that the entire pentagram city lost power.

He was glad he didn't really get to that point this time, even if he was already on the cusp of it from anger.

His phone buzzed to life from where it was on the coffee table in front of him, snapping the overlord out of his thought train and back to reality.

Vox slightly glared at his phone, he wasn't over his losses quite yet and chose to ignore it.

"Aren't you gonna answer that?"

"I'll get to it later."

Velvette was just sitting on the couch next to him, raising an eyebrow at her colleague's more than peculiar behavior.

Especially when Vox looked at his own phone like it had personally scorned him.

First it was him brushing both her and Valentino off because of some living person who'd apparently caught his fancy.

Then it was him totally careening off the rails when said individual went and got themselves into a relationship.

Eugh- the amount of times she's had to drag his drunken ass into bed otherwise he'd fall asleep anywhere else when it happened-

Not that Valentino helped much, constantly singing a tune of "I told you so" only rubbed salt into the wound.

Only for Vox to eventually be okay again, or at least tolerable and stable.

The fact he kept swinging so far left and then so far right whenever this living person got involved was both hilarious and exhausting to watch.

Velvette tried to pry sometimes, now that Vox had nothing to hide-

Only for him to still be uptight with what he knew and where his stance was.

What a killjoy.

"What if it's your girlfriend?"

The tech overlord just sputtered and looked at the other Vee next to him with a confused and slightly embarrassed expression.

Meanwhile Vel simply had a deadpan at her currently glitching companion.

"I- zZzST- They're n-N-not my girlfriend!!!"

Vox cursed his systems for nearly overloading from just a simple tease.

Immediately glitching and buffering as he tried to calm himself back down.

It wasn't like him to lose his cool so quickly-

That slightly worried him.

"Oh yeah? Maybe stop gushing over anything on your phone and I'll believe ya."

"F-f-FuCk you Velv-vVetTe."

Vox just grabbed his phone and left, heading towards his monitor room with a grumble.

His colleague's words just replayed in his head as he traversed the halls.

Girlfriend...

As fucking if.

It didn't explain why he felt a sense of dejection though.

His phone buzzed again, this time he checked it.

"You didn't reply so I dunno if you saw my message but I wanted to say I just went out for a quick trip to the mall earlier. I'm back home and the computer's connected to the TV again if you wanna talk."

"Yeah, I'll be there in a bit."

Staring at his phone after he hit the send button-

Vox felt a little annoyed with himself for agreeing so quickly.

It was like he couldn't even stop himself from wanting to be near you.

He must've been really just fucked up over earlier.

By the time Vox had connected once again to your TV, you were on the couch messing with something in your hands.

"Ah- Vox! Look, about a while ago-"

"If you're going to apologize because you beat my ass at a game, don't bother. You won fair and square, I just have to get better at it to beat you next time."

"Sooooo... you're not mad?"

"Irritated, but not mad."

He swore he heard you mumble about there not being much of a difference but didn't bring it up.

"Well either way, I made a thing for you."

Vox had to kind of squint to understand what you were showing him.

At first he just thought it was a crocheted mess, just a bunch of tangled yarn and threads.

Though upon closer inspection, it wasn't difficult to notice what it was.

Was that meant to be a plushie in his likeness?

Valiant effort, but was it supposed to look so...

Odd?

"What even is it?"

"Ehhh??? You can't tell? It's you!"

"That's- huh??"

You seemed to pout at his bemused expression, shifting your gaze to the plushie you made instead.

"My friend knows how to crochet so I asked her to teach me, this was the first thing I ended up making."

"Shouldn't you have gone for something easier first?"

"Well yeah, but I wanted to make a gift for you to make up for earlier's fiasco."

Vox's eyes softened, he'd be lying if he said your words weren't endearing to a degree.

And... you got him a gift-

Kind of, he couldn't actually get it but it was the thought that counts.

You wanted to make him feel better because you thought you upset him.

That- that realization made Vox feel a little funny.

When you looked back towards the TV, you were surprised to find the screen tinged a baby pink instead of blue.

What...??

"Cute, still looks shitty though."

Vox's words immediately got you to stop focusing on the color of his face and instead get grumpy.

"Hey, at least I tried!"

You'd probably bring it up eventually, if you didn't forget it along the way from the ensuing word war.

Or, well- maybe it would be wise to forget it anyway.

You've just got to make it happen again.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox #hazbin vox x reader #vox #hazbin hotel vox x reader #vox x you #get off my screen series

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4sturns · 5 months

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H(ATE) YOU

enemy!chris s. x fem!reader

genre: smut

synopsis: you and chris do not get along. the both of you do the most to irk the other. but what happens when he has you under him, naked and moaning his name?

warnings: smut, pwp, oral (reader receiving), enemies to ???, hair pulling, empty threats (reader's a little violent), marking, chris is a masochist, dacryphila

a/n: y'all want a part two with messy, nasty, disgusting hate sex or nah ... also i had to rewrite literally half of this fic because tumblr crashed on me 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

if you were smart you wouldn't be here right now. you'd still be downstairs and enjoying the party just like everyone else. except you're not downstairs, instead you're upstairs in chris' bedroom, completely nude from the waist up and severely worked up.

you're unsure how you even got yourself into this situation. one second you were downstairs by the punch bowl, and the next you were dragged up the stairs and into his bedroom. maybe you shouldn't have provoked him.

chris hovers over you, his shirt discarded on the floor with yours. his breath is hot against your skin, his tongue licking at the sweet spot right under your ear. quiet moans leave your mouth at his motions causing him to smirk against you.

"keep smirking and i'll cut your dick off, sturniolo." you hiss at the boy. all he does in return is suck on your sweet spot, his teeth nibbling at the skin before pulling back to admire his work. a slightly red mark is left behind, though chris is sure it'll be blooming purple and yellow by the time he's done with you.

"maybe you should give my dick a try before saying such things, baby." chris sneers as he lowers his hands from your waist down to your clothed hips. his fingers hook around the belt loops of your jeans before he starts to slowly tug them down, his eyes fixated on yours.

"move faster or i'll do it myself." you throw your head back onto the pillow, breaking eye contact. you're tired of his teasing. you debate whether or not this is worth the fact you're missing out on the party downstairs, but your curiosity gets the better of you, making you stay put in chris' bedroom, your fate left completely in his hands.

"calm down, mamas. i'll give you what you want once you learn to tame that tongue of yours," chris finally gets your jeans off and haphazardly tosses them to the floor. "or you can use that tongue elsewhere." chris smirks.

"shut the fuck up." you snap back quickly.

you're left in your black lace panties which match your bra. your head comes back up to look chris in the eyes right as his teeth take a hold of the waistband of your panties, tugging them down and off of you at an agonizingly slow pace.

"holy shit, chris." you moan at the sight, noticing how much darker chris' eyes have gotten compared to the start of the night.

you can feel his breath against your skin, causing goosebumps to form in its trail. despite the obvious effect chris has on you, you refuse to let your guard down. you refuse to stroke chris sturniolo's ego. but you wouldn't really mind stroking his dick.

chris rids of your underwear, leaning back to place his feet back on the ground before reaching to undo his belt. he watches you as you watch his every move, as if you were daring him to keep going. and he's not one to back down from a dare.

"get your dick out before i cut it off, asshole." you spit through gritted teeth. although you know you don't mean it and chris does too. regardless, he quickens his movements, letting his pants fall to his ankles, revealing his boxers. they feel and look tight against him as his hard cock takes up any extra space. you'd never admit it to his face, but he seems quite big based off the imprint in his boxers.

he confirms this when he releases his throbbing member from the confines of his underwear, hissing when the hot tip touches the cold air. he's leaking from his tip already, presumably from the never broken eye contact he still holds with you.

when chris leans back down to get level with you on the bed, you can feel the temperature in the room start to rise. even if you won't admit it out loud, chris has already done a number on your body. he has barely done anything yet you're worked up beyond words and dripping onto his sheets.

"and for that you're not getting my dick," chris snickers, opting to slide lower onto the bed to settle between your thighs. you open your legs to him without protest, an action which makes chris break out into a smug smile and causing you to let out a huff before finally break eye contact to look at the ceiling.

"aren't you just eager, you pretty thing." chris mocks you, and you can only assume he noticed the wet spot on his sheets.

"i'll kick that look off your stupid face if you keep testing me. i'm dead serious, chris." with this, chris puts his hands up quickly in a mock surrender, something you only get a quick glimpse of before his hands settle back onto your thighs, gripping them firmly and pulling you closer to his mouth.

your heartbeat speeds up rapidly, beating so loud you're afraid chris can hear it. all you want to feel right now is his tongue on you, working at your folds and bringing you to that climax you need so badly.

an embarrassingly loud moan leaves your mouth as chris licks a long stripe up your folds, collecting your arousal. at this he hums, savoring the way you taste before his eyes find yours.

there's a difference between his eyes and yours. his are dark and pointed, while yours are a pure reflection of him. it's clear in your eyes that all you want is him. and he's gonna make you admit it tonight whether you like it or not.

he continues to work his tongue in and out of you, alternating between fucking you open with his tongue and kitten licking at your swollen clit.

a sneaky hand makes it way from your thigh to your entrance, two fingers collecting your slick before plunging into you.

"chris— fuck! just like that, keep going." you're whimpering as you squirm against chris' tongue, and all he can do is hum against you in response as your hands come down to pull harshly at his hair.

your thighs start to tremble in chris' grip. his fingers are working quickly inside of you, scissoring you open before angling them and curling right at your sweet spot. with every drag of his fingers combined with the feeling of his mouth sucking on your swollen clit, you know you won't last long.

you're holding back tears as you feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten. the grip on chris' hair tightens too, causing a muffled whine to vibrate against your clit. you buck your hips up as a long cry leaves your body.

"oh my god, chris, keep going. please don't stop, don't fucking stop— holy shit!" tears cascade down your face as your thighs begin to uncontrollably shake against chris.

chris takes a quick look at your face, noticing the river of tears. his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head as he works faster and harder. his fingers plunge in and out of you so violently that the wet sound of your arousal fills up the room along with your choked cries.

your grip on his hair only seems to get inhumanly stronger, causing him to let out more muffled whimpers and moans against your body. call him a masochist but he'll never get tired of the way you grip, tug, and pull at his hair. he'll always eat it up. chris feels his cock twitch, and he knows he's in deep shit.

it's not long before he starts to imagine what you'd look like crying on his dick, all pathetic and weak while you sob and cry for more.

with a choked sob and a vice grip on chris' hair, the coil in your stomach snaps. a wide variety of curses, cries, and incoherent sentences including chris' name leaves your body as you lose complete control of it.

you're violating shaking against the sheets as chris continues to finger fuck you through your high. loud whines come out from your gaping mouth and fill up the room. chris' mouth has left your heat a while ago, but with the grip you still have on his hair, he reminds in his place.

with a rather sharp pull of his hair, he lets out a strained, almost pornographic moan as his eyes flutter shut.

you immediately let go of his hair, using the little strength you've gained back from your intense orgasm to prop yourself up and into a sitting position. you inch forward, trying to get closer to the edge of the bed where chris sways in a trance.

from your view, you spot a small puddle on the floor. a cruel and mean smile reaches your face as you watch chris' thighs flex every so often. reaching forward, you quickly return your hand to chris' hair, tugging and pulling at it violently making him hiss and look up to meet your dark gaze.

"well, aren't you just eager, you pathetic little thing."

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whathebeep · 7 months

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Okay so like the perma death of Tav and how it would affect the party-

Just cause my Tav died during the end boss and it got me thinking (SPOILERS FOR SURE) (definitely romance centric around poly Tav/Astarion/Halsin)

The party definitely doesn't fully comprehend it at first. Oh it's fine, Shadowheart has revivify- no? It won't work? Right okay we have the scrolls- oh. Okay well we can bring them back to Withers- what do you mean you can't?

That's it. That's the end, and Tav is dead and gone, cold to the touch.

Astarion is in shock. He doesn't believe it, won't believe it- he gets angry at Withers. Yells and screams until his voice his hoarse and angry hot tears are running down his face until he drops to his knees and sobs. Tav's body is on a bed or a stone slab, and he just kneels and cries next to Tav. Squeezes their hand, begs, pleads with them for you to come back. Don't take them, take me- let them live, let them stay, I can't do this without them. Halsin stays with him, by your side, the two comforting each other through their tears and the loss of their love. He cries until he's weak and tired and can't bring himself to move- Halsin feeds him and brings him to bed. He cries at the smell of you on his pillow; you were his sun and now you were gone.

Gale is quiet. Gale comforts the others, makes sure everyone else's needs are being met. He makes Tav's favourite meal that night for everyone at camp- probably something like a nice hearty stew with potatoes and beef. After he's sure everyone else is fed and has drank water/blood, he returns to his tent to eat alone. He closes his tent and quietly cries. He doesn't eat.

Wyll? Wyll carries Tav back to camp- perhaps with the help of Lae'zel. He feels how cold your skin is, and he does his best to hold it together. He sees how deep your wounds are, how blue your lips are. He's unsure if you died before you hit the water, or if you succumbed to your injuries before Halsin pulled you out- but he feels the weight in his chest. You were a hero. Baldur's Gate deserved the privilege to know your face, to hear your laughter. You would've been knighted, you would be a hero to the people. They couldn't of done it without you, and now you were gone. He knew it before they even reached Withers. Wyll didn't sleep that night, rather staying up and tending to the fire.

Shadowheart knew it too. When she tries to revivify Tav and there was nothing, she knew there was no hope. She lingered when the party started back to camp with your body. Shadowheart made her way back to the now empty house of grief and picks night orchids. She takes her time coming back. Camp is quiet when she returns. She feels the familiar wisps of sorrow grasping at the edge of her mind- she is reminded of Shar, and the urge to forget. She won't go back- both for herself and for you. She brings you the night orchids and leaves them in your hands.

Halsin pulled you from the water. He was the first to realize you hadn't surfaced and swam down for you. Minsc realized quickly too and helped him bring you back to shore. Upon the return to camp and the cold hard truth from Withers, he's hurting. His heart hurts. Halsin falls into old habits, hard. He comforts Astarion first and foremost, putting his needs second. He did this at the grove, too. He realizes this and finally breaks, crying as he holds Astarion, the two at your bedside. He lets them fall, he hugs Astarion close, he prays to Silvanus- not to bring you back- he of course knows you are gone. He prays to Silvanus to meet you someday again, be it in the afterlife or if your soul comes back to this plane as something else. When Astarion is too weak to move and needs to go to his bed, Halsin carries him back to his tent. He holds Astarion as Astarion feeds on him, before laying him down to sleep. He leaves, returning with wildflowers to weave into your hair, before returning to bed with Astarion.

Karlach rages. She's violent for hours on end- punching trees, her upgraded engine burning so hot that her tears sizzle if they fall on her skin. She spent 10 years in the hells, 10 goddamn years with absolutely no one- you were the first person to give her a chance. You were her friend. You stood up for her time and time again, you saved her from needing to go back- and now you're gone. She punches a tree and scratches at it and yells angry things in infernal. Her rage only simmers when Scratch and your owlbear cub come to her- she collapsed against the tree and holds them both, crying as her engine starts to cool.

Lae'zel is quiet. She helps Wyll carry you back- she might not be the best at reading emotions, at telling what is happening- but she's seen death before. She realized you were gone when Minsc and Halsin pulled you out. You were a hero- you saved her people, you saved her prince, you saved /her/. And now you were gone. She wonders if you felt as scared as she was, when the tadpole was the greatest threat to them back on the Nautiloid. She knows she didn't say it, but she considered you a true friend. She comes to you later in the night to lay your weapon in your hands. She notices the orchids, and leaves them within your hands as well before going to sit at the fire with Wyll. She's quiet.

Minsc? Minsc is optimistic. He's not stupid- he holds out hope you'll be fine, reassuring the others while they walk back to camp. Surely you were fine, Withers would make sure of it! But when Withers tells everyone the truth, Minsc isn't angry. He feels the sadness, Boo does too- they go to the shore and sit to stare at the water. Minsc has been around for awhile- he knows the finality of death. He, in a way, knows Tav will be okay. That you will return as a bird or a baby or maybe you won't, and you'll await them all in the final death- and he and Boo mourn you.

Jaheira is the one to arrange the coffin for Tav. She's familiar with the process- she's done it many times before for Harpers. She's gone all night getting an oak coffin for your burial, and returns with a few men in the early hours of the next morning. They move Tav into the coffin, careful not to disturb the weapon you held and the numerous flowers. Jaheira sheds tears for you- she brings you medicine, laying the plants in your casket around your head. Lilacs and lavender, cedar and sage cradle Tav's head in the coffin. She thanks you for the lives you saved, the ones you've avenged- for doing what you could.

When the funeral happens, the cathedral is full. When the dust settled and word of your deeds, of your battle, of your sacrifice spread across the city, hundreds come to mourn Tav. Tav the great, Tav the hero, Tav the brainslayer. Tav is knighted before the burial, and is buried in a cemetery in the upper city amongst other heroes of Baldur's Gate. Church bells ring, and taverns are filled with people drinking and singing in Tav's honour. Bards have somehow already come up with songs of Tav and the group- and truly, while the party will remain together, their hearts bleed for the leader they lost.

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byullielle · 10 months

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The Drag Down // Changbin x Fem!Reader

Bin hits it from the back and as you slowly crawl away to stop the overstimulation he manhandles you back into position.

Tags: Smut (drabble), Manhandling, Slight Overstimulation, Doggy Style, Petnames (baby, princess, bunny), Dirty Talk

Disclaimer: inspired by something from rule34 i accidentally saw. pretty short but also pretty filthy. MINORS DNI. NSFW Content.

You've already cum one. Binnie was in between your legs just a few minutes ago sucking, nipping, and licking at your clit and wet folds to the point of your climax yet you find yourself clawing at the sheets for a reprieve as Changbin slowly grinds his hips against yours, dick buried inside you while you face the pillows. "That feel good bunny?" Changbin asks and it takes you a while to process, a mewl escaping your lips as you fist the sheets. "M–Mhm," you shakily let out, feeling your body tremble under his touch as this is the 2nd cut off orgasm you've had. "Bin," you whine as he grinds down at the spongy spot, making you moan loudly, profanities escaping you as you tug at the sheets, slowly crawling away subconsciously.

"Where are you going princess?" Bin asks, amused at the sight below him before he reaches out and grabs you by the hips, pulling you towards him as you nearly crash face-first into the bed before the loudest moan gets punched out of you, speared right back onto Bin's dick. "Oh fuck!" you moan out before he starts to continue at a steady pace, sounds of your whines and mewls melding with his own groans and hisses and skin slapping making your pussy drool on his cock.

"Shit, baby, you're clenching so tight," he grits his teeth, grip on your hips tightening so much you couldn't pull yourself out. You were stuck in his hold, being used like a sex toy, a fleshlight existing just for Seo Changbin's pleasure. And he could see that, doing you a favor as he points it out while you helplessly try to writhe out of his hold.

"My princess can't escape huh?" he teases with a grunt, cacophony of sticky slapping rendering you cock dumb, "You like it when you can't escape?" he abruptly stops, a loud and open-mouthed gasp escaping you. He stopped, his cockhead nestled directly on your g-spot, simply grinding slowly. He removes one hand from your hips, running it against your waist, then torso as it makes you shudder in excitement. Laying his hand against your sternum, he lifts you up effortlessly despite your lack of strength to even hold your head up.

He presses a kiss on your ear, making you whimper as you feel like the softest touch could make you see stars. "My cute little fleshlight," he whispers against your ear, "You like that?"

It takes you a moment, a few seconds before your brain catches up, "Y-Yes. Oh god, please," you whine, now wanting the delicious and violent friction back into your hole. "Please what bunny?"

"Please," you whine again, grinding your hips against him, "Like bein' your fleshlight. Please Binnie," you desperately claw at his arm, "Use me, touch me, anything," you cry out, just wanting to untangle that knot in your core.

He chuckles against you, chest pressed against your back as you feel it vibrate. "Needy princess," he let's go of your sternum, guiding you back down before pulling out, only to tighten his grip on your hips with both hands before pulling you towards him, knees running against the sheets before he thrusts his cock inside your dripping cunt.

With a groan accompanied by a chuckle, he looks down at you, hands still gripping the sheets arms length away, "My cute little hole,"

#this is me trying #skz changbin #skz smut #skz smut scenarios #stray kids changbin #changbin smut #stray kids smut #smut

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cerise-on-top · 4 months

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Could I request Gaz, Alejandro, & Valeria with gn reader who's love language is violence? Like- always wanting to spar, (affectionate) punches, biting them or casually threatening them (empty threats, obviously)

Love your writing so much! Be sure to take good care of yourself!! 🫶🫶

I used to show my affection like that when I was younger, but me threatening my friends is still very much a thing! And thank you for the compliment, glad to hear my writing is enjoyable to you!

Gaz, Alejandro and Valeria with an S/O with a Violent Love Language

Gaz: In all honesty, the first time you bite him, he’ll stare at you for a bit before asking you what you’re doing. It never occurred to him that biting could be a love language, so you’d need to explain yourself to him first. It would be a bit strange to him at first, it’s definitely something he’ll need to get used to, but he can appreciate you being affectionate in your own ways. He’s a rather affectionate guy himself, even if he doesn’t particularly show his love for others through violent means. Gaz always just assumed that affection was shown through one of the common love languages, but he can get used to it eventually. From time to time, when you threaten to put him in the electric chair, he’ll feign hurt, pretending to be insulted by what you’ve said to him. He knows you wouldn’t ever go through with it, but it’s all in good fun anyway. He might not threaten you back, aside from the occasional “I’m going to drink the strawberry milk if you keep being insolent”, but every time you do say something deranged towards him he has to keep himself from saying something sassy himself. He’d love to, but he’s not sure you’d react well to it. You can lightly punch him, if you dare, but he will get his revenge on you. His love language is being an idiot, so be prepared for a pillow fight or maybe even a tickle war. Something along the lines of that. You can also spar with him, but he won’t go easy on you just because you’re together. If anything, it’s all the more incentive for him to show you how strong he is by beating you every time. Gaz isn’t as weak as many people think he is, he could easily take you in a fight. You will be pinned down a lot, so be prepared.

Alejandro: He’s probably a big fan of you being down to spar with him just about whenever you can. Like Gaz, it’s a way for him to show off, but he’ll also use the opportunity to teach you a thing or two about self-defense, especially if you’re not in the military yourself. It’s a fun way for you to tire yourself out and for him to stay in shape as well. While he may not always have the time to properly spar with you, he’ll try to make it up to you somehow. You could jump at him from behind and he’ll still find a way to get you to the ground. He’s a playful guy, so if you decide to lightly punch him he will punch you back, no qualms whatsoever about it. It might hurt a bit, though, since he does have quite a lot of muscles and doesn’t always take his strength into consideration, but he’ll apologize to you afterwards. If you threaten him he’ll simply roll his eyes at you and take away some privileges you might have. Hugging privileges, kissy privileges, if he’s feeling especially devious your attention privileges will be taken away from you as well. That is until you learn to apologize and not tell a colonel to “eat shit and die”. He could fold you in half just about whenever, so remember that next time you’re about to put him in the meat grinder. He does try to get creative with threatening you as well, though. But it’ll mostly be something easy to digest. You can bite him all you want, if he’s having a good day then there’s a chance he might just bite you back. Alejandro gives you a ten second headstart before he’ll catch you and bite right back. Even if you hide from him, he’ll find you anywhere in Las Almas.

Valeria: Don’t be too affectionate with her in public. It’s not that she wouldn’t love to show you off, but she doesn’t really have the time for your affections nor does she want to draw attention to you either. You can bite her in private. While she may not be the biggest fan of being bitten, she will tolerate just about everything else. In fact, you threatening her, El Sin Nombre, the leader of a great drug cartel, is sort of funny to her. She could kill you so easily and no one would ever know, but no, she won’t. You can threaten her all you want, she’ll find a way to make you take back your words. She can either beckon you over so you will turn your empty threat into a promise, or she’ll walk up to you herself, take your wrist into her hand, give you a sly smirk and tell you to toughen up. She’ll always quip back at you when she can, threatening you herself. She gets very violent, though, and it’s hard to differentiate between what is a joke and what she’s actually done before. Hanging someone from their intestines might either be Valeria humor, or something she’s done before. Sparring with her is interesting, because she will give it her all. You need to realize your place in your relationship, which is somewhere pinned underneath her. It’s a nice way for her to get out her frustrations while also staying professional and showing you just how cool she is. Don’t mess with her is her message here. You can gladly try to beat her, but Valeria plays dirty, even against you. She’s not above cheating to get her way, so you might wanna tap into your inner swindler as well if you really wanna win. However, it does make her feel very powerful whenever she does have you pinned underneath her, looking down at you with a smirk. Just a small reminder of what she’s capable of.

#cod #cod x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #Valeria is a menace in every way no matter what it is. she's just a very passionate woman!#I remember i used to lightly kick my friends when I was younger but I was told off for being weird so I haven't done it since #oh well it happens I suppose but I'm glad to hear I'm not the only “weirdo” here haha #anyway thank you for the request! it's always nice to see other people's points of view as well on things!

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Violent delights

Warnings: Mentions of blood, swearing, smut (hand jobs)

Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon x oc

1.07

Late in the night, your sons are fast asleep, tucked into the large bed at the top of the room, while your daughters both stare at your husband with curiosity in their eyes while the maester stitches his arm. While you were focused on Aegon hurting your younger brother, you were clueless to Aemond picking up a knife from the table, which Jace snatched from his hands, causing the deep cut in his arm.

The moment the maester leaves the room, you place soft kisses over Jacaerys face, ignoring the sting in your bottom lip as you do. “I am so sorry; if I had just ignored Aegon, none of this would have happened. I should have known better than to even entertain what he was asking.”

“But now our uncles have shown their true colors, and because of their actions, we can tell we made the right decision by keeping the greens at arm’s length.”

Noticing Rhaenys bottom lip quivering, you kneel down to offer her a hug, but she shakes her, backing away from you. Her lilac eyes moved between your lip and Jace’s arm; she seemed frightened by you both. Lucerys picks her up, and immediately she buries her face into her neck, mumbling something you couldn’t hear.

Jacaerys sees the hurt on your face and sighs. “Reni, what’s wrong?”

She murmurs something that only her uncle can hear. Luke strokes her hair gently, quietly saying, “She’s scared of the blood.”

The cut on your lip had already started to scab, and both Jace’s arms had blood on them. The angle that he punched Aegon in caused his knuckles to burst, and his other arm would most likely have a nasty scar left behind. The thing that hurt most was seeing your little girl so frightened, especially when all you wanted was to hold your children close. You get two damp cloths and give one to Jace, then use the other to clean your face.

Aemma leans her elbows onto the table before dropping her face into her hands. “Kepa?”

“What is it, my darling?”

“Who’s Aegon?”

You hear the hitch in Jace’s breath but cut in before he can respond. “Right, it’s time for bed; off you go.”

Aemma pouts as she drags her feet walking towards the bed, and she climbs in next to Aethan. Knowing it was going to be impossible for you and Jace to fit in beside four children and Luke in the bed, you grab two pillows, handing one to Jace and keeping the second for yourself to sleep on one of the chairs for a couple of hours until it was time to leave.

Daylight couldn’t come quick enough.

—

Groaning, you sit upright, cringing as your bones creak from sleeping in such an awkward position. The first thing you see is Jace sitting across from you, talking quietly to your newborn, holding him close to his bare chest. You note that Lucerys and your other four children are no longer in the room; since your husband was calm, you didn’t assume anything was wrong.

Noticing your awake Jace smiles, he kisses the baby's head, whispering, “Look who’s awake, Daemon, do you want to say good morning to Muña?”

You sit beside him and take Daemon into your arms. “My precious boy,” you say, kissing the tip of his nose and Jace on the cheek. “Where are the rest of the children?”

“Breaking fast in our mothers quarters You were sound asleep, so I thought it best to leave you be, but I did bring you back some almonds before they were demolished by Gaemon.”

He motions to the small bowl sitting on the table in the center of the room. You were never hungry in the mornings but always tried to eat a small amount so you’d have enough energy. “Thank you, husband, but I think I will get dressed first, so do not keep everyone waiting.”

Daemon’s eye closes over as you reach the cot at the foot of the bed. Gently, you place him down before stepping back to remove your nightgown. In hindsight, you should have woken up early to bathe before, but the antics of the night before and Daemon crying throughout the night had taken a toll on you. Three times you left the room during the night to feed your newborn to spare Lucerys from feeling embarrassed or uncomfortable if he woke up and saw you breastfeeding.

Feeling eyes on you, you look over your shoulder to see Jace staring at you, his brown eyes practically glued to your bare backside. Grinning, you turn around, giving him a full view of you. “It’s far too soon for that, dear husband.”

“I know,” he gulps down. His gaze lingers on you as you put your small cloth on, and when you wince in pain as the fabric of your lilac dress brushes against your sensitive chest, Jace clears his throat. “I asked Clara to bring ice water; I put a couple of napkins in it for you.”

You kiss him on the cheek as you walk by; the cold compress would do wonders for reducing the swelling in the breast. You place the wet clothes underneath the soft linen corset before pulling your dress the full way up. “Can you tie this at the back for me?”

Jacaerys fingers shake as he laces up the back of your dress, which was unusual. “Is something wrong?”

He lets out a sigh while tying a small bow with the loose strands of fabric. Jace steps back. “I need to say something.”

Immediately, you feel guilty, as if you’ve done something to cause the pain on your husband's face. “Jace, what is it?”

“I know I always said I’d never be the type of father or husband who tells his family what to do, but I should never have let you or our children come here.” He takes a deep breath as red blotches start to cover his neck and chest. “I put you in harm's way.”

“Stop; none of this is your fault. The only people to blame are Aegon and Aemond; if they weren’t brutes, then none of this would have happened.”

Tears build in his eyes. “How long do you think it will be until my legitimacy is brought into question? Because as soon as that happens, our children will be as well.”

“Oh Jacaerys,” you cup his face. “I wish I knew, but there’s no way to tell what the greens will do.”

“I don’t know how you survived living here alone.”

You kiss his cheek and say, “I believe the gods put me through it all so I can have the family that I do now.”

“I don’t know how to protect you from them; they are so malicious. What if now that Aegon and Alicent have seen Aemma, they want her back?”

“Then all hell will break loose,” you say, pressing your forehead against Jace’s. “Alicent isn’t a fool; she knows what would happen if they tried to take one of our children from us.”

“Does Aegon?”

You had no clear answer for your husband. “I hope so.”

—

Sitting on the soft gray rug covering the center of your son's nursery, you cradle Daemon closer to you, kissing his head while doing your best not to laugh as your children and brother continue to debate between two dragon names to pick from, which was highly amusing. When Daemon’s egg began to crack, you were stunned, given that your son was still a newborn. You sent for the children to be temporarily removed from their lessons so they could witness a dragon hatching since none of them had seen it before. When the egg cracked, a beautiful dragon with light blue scales crawled out. It was so tiny, you didn’t think you’d ever seen a dragon so small.

You had asked if any of them would like to help pick a name since Daemon couldn’t do it himself. The children had gone back and forth on Gaelithox, Aegarax, and Trixon. But you knew the Maester would become irritated if they didn’t return to their lessons soon. “Have you decided on a name?”

“Aegarax,” Gaemon says. “But only if you and Jace like it too.”

You hum in agreement, “It sounds like the perfect name.”

It seemed fitting that your brother chose a name that belonged to one of the gods of Old Valyria when both his mother and father's dragons were named after the gods as well. Aegarax was the God of all creatures that walk, run, swim, or fly. The creator of the first dragon

“When will you take us flying on Viserion again, muña?”

You smile at Avery, ruffling his silver hair. “Soon, my sweetling, I promise.”

One of your favorite things to do was take your children riding on dragons. It was a great bonding experience, and it also meant they would have experience for when they rode their own dragons some day.

You smile at Clara, who is patiently waiting on the other side of the room to escort the children. “Right, you lot, time to go back to your classes before they send out a search party.”

—

You frown, hearing Jace cursing in pain as the warm water spills from the tube as you enter your bed chamber. “Fuck!” He hisses, and as you walk further into the room, you see him attempting to clean around the stitches in his arm. “Gods! Fuc-”

“Jacaerys?” Your voice startles him, causing Jace to throw the cloth back into the water. You chuckle lightly, “Let me help my love.”

You crouch down beside him, picking up the cloth, and rinse it off before scrubbing his back. Jace’s body softened slightly at your touch, but his back and shoulders were still tense. You move to the side and begin gently cleaning his arm; even though Jace was perfectly capable of doing it himself, you enjoyed the intimacy of it.

You watch amused as his Adam’s apple bobs back and forth, his dark eyes blown wide with lust when water splashes onto your swollen chest. You kiss his bruised knuckle before moving. You gently start rubbing at his chest. Smirking, you kiss the back of his neck.

“Lyarra,” he says in a warning tone.

“Yes, my prince?” You lower your hand to the bottom of his stomach while continuing to pepper his neck with gentle kisses, an action that always turns him on. “My husband, my-”

He cuts you off by crashing his lips against your own. “I promise in five weeks time you won’t be leaving this room. I will take you in every position possible, and won’t stop until you are screaming in pleasure.”

“Hmm, I'll hold you to that,” you giggle. Jace was a man of honor and always followed through on his promises, so you knew when you were eventually able to lay with him again that you wouldn’t be leaving your chambers for days.

As you deepened the kiss, Jace untied the laces at the front of your dress, pulling the fabric down until your breasts spilled from it. He holds back on groping them, instead delicately running his fingers over them so as not to hurt you. Jace groans when you take his hard dick in your hand and begin to stroke him, quickly taking up your actions. He grips your hair with one hand, holding your face in place as he kisses you.

It doesn’t take Jace long to come undone, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he climaxes into your hand. After a few moments he kisses your cheek, “you look really beautiful; you always do.”

You blush at the compliment, “Thank you.”

“I mean it; you really are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Inside and out, I’m truly lucky to have you.”

“Avy jorrāelan.”

“Avy jorrāelan tolī.”

—

“Dracarys!”

Aethan squeals when Viserion burns the dead horse lying in front of him, burning its corpse before devouring it. Avery watched in awe. Out of all your children, he was the most fascinated by dragons. He loved nothing more than going with his grandsire Daemon to search for dragon eggs. Aemma and Rhaenys remained in their lessons, but since your sons finished sooner, you decided to take them dragon riding with you.

In the distance, you could see Jace and Lucerys training, but you could tell Luke was struggling to keep up with his older brother.

Hearing a loud roar, you look up to the clouded sky. You pull your sons closer to you while trying to locate the sound of flapping wings from above, and then finally, you see the red queen, Meleys, fly into view. You smile, happy that your grandmother was visiting Dragonstone.

Avy jorrāelan - I love you

Avy jorrāelan tolī - I love you too

Muña - mother

#house of the dragon #Jacaerys Velaryon x you #house of the dragon fanfiction #violent delights #house of the dragon fanfic #house of the dragon smut #jacaerys velaryon/you #jacaerys velaryon smut #jacaerys velaryon fanfiction #jacaerys velaryon fanfic #Jace Velaryon smut #jace velaryon x you #jace velaryon #Jacaerys Velaryon x oc #Jacaerys Velaryon/oc #Jacaerys Velaryon x fem oc #Jace Velaryon x oc #jacaerys velaryon

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Welcome To My Head At Midnight | n romanoff

Summary: Natasha Romanoff is her own worst enemy and maybe this fight isn’t one she’s so sure she can win.

Warnings: more depressing stuff, mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, isolation, depression, overall angst

wc: 2k

note: inspired by ‘Midnight’ by Bow Anderson. I listen to it too often so why not write a one shot about it to fuel angst. I’ve worked on this in small bits for a few nights now, and it’s not a fic exactly, but anyway, here it is :) enjoy

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They say the brightest smiles hold the darkest secrets, their shimmering landscape a disguised war zone of trepidation. And those who dared tread there risked mutilation of their closest loved ones in exchange for the truth. No one came out of there unscathed, but perhaps the one who could never leave had it the worst.

Natasha knew how to keep herself occupied. Her work was her top priority, not having a secure bond with family nor friends to latch onto in her darkest hours. She threw herself into whatever she could, often picking up extra should she find simply a few spare minutes in her day.

But those hours weren’t taken for the hell of it. Her body wasn’t driven into the ground and her knuckles weren’t battered and bruised just for the fun of it. She needed solace, but nothing was ever strong enough to keep the lid on the overflowing terrors in her mind. She never would be strong enough, for this kind of pain was never made to be handled alone.

But the Black Widow, a feared warrior, would only ever be alone. Her hand crafted smile was simply a ruse but no one seemed to see through the cracks in her mask, no matter how large they felt from the inside. Her master manipulation worked a little too well, her silent cries for help falling upon deaf ears.

Among all of this, she couldn’t slow down. Just a momentary standstill had her grip on her emotions slipping, one by one her fingers losing contact with the sheer cliff face she found herself hanging from. Natasha may fight assassins and aliens with a fearless prowess, never batting an eyelid or showing a flicker of terror.

But the same could not be said for her own mind. The part of her that formed her every thought and controlled her every movement was simultaneously destroying her from the inside out. Her thoughts paralysed her, a punch to the gut when her guard was at her lowest. But no hours of running would ever let her escape these violent clutches that her fears had on her. She was trying to lose her shadow, an impossible fight.

She was always two steps ahead of both her enemies and her anxieties. The faintest lurch of her stomach or tightening of her chest had her appearing at Fury’s door in a breathless stupor, voice icy as she demanded an immediate mission. Her superior had his skepticism but always agreed, sending her across the country at the drop of a hat. Natasha never cared where she went; frankly, she never noticed. She would go anywhere, do anything.

But even she was forced to have days off. They felt like a fever dream, and Natasha found herself unable to partake in the excitable chatter rumbling among her friends at the prospect of their weekend plans. She could barely muster a smile, never mind a verbal reply whilst her hands began to tremble and her eyes turned glossy. Dread sank into the depths of her stomach like a stone - a day off meant isolation, it meant fighting her battles by herself - a death wish. Relaxation would never come, yet she braved a smile and lied through her teeth to dodge the inevitable questions.

Lifting her aching body out of bed was an impossible task. Her pillow was often soaked with tear stains but she barely noticed as her cool palms hit the wet fabric. The heavy curtains that fell to block out the world never twitched, and sunlight never got the chance to kiss her pale complexion. She didn’t want a reminder of what the day was like for everyone else. She remained a victim to the darkness, both inside and out.

There were no interruptions, why would there be? What little sleep she got was plagued by nightmares and she still shook from the aftermath as she shuffled to the bathroom, legs shaky and cheeks damp. The harsh reflection in the mirror only highlighted her anxious state, so she ignored it, too scared to be faced with what she knew would stare back at her. Mirrors across her room were covered up- she’d go crazy if they weren’t.

Natasha hated this side of her. Where was the tough woman she was supposed to be? How could she feel this much emotion when it had been beaten out of her since she could walk. How did any of it still remain? Nevermind enough to debilitate her and curl itself around her windpipe, slowly crushing her from the inside out and forcing every last piece of hope out.

She knew she was a failure, but not to this extent. Despite her success, she was fucking up her life and the demons in her head screamed this to her over and over. There were so many little girls who looked up to her. They admired the strength she had and her resilience and she wished she could tell them to stop when they uttered the words she was scared to hear.

“When I grow up, I want to be just like you.”

No you don’t. You really don’t.

Because they never got that insight into how she really survived each grueling day. They never saw the way her legs gave way the moment she stepped through the door, or how her hand clamped so tightly over her chapped lips her sobs were muffled. No one saw how many times she’d had to sweep pieces of shattered glass from her floor after her shaking hands had lost their grip on a cup, or the state of her nails after she’d picked them to death in an attempt to calm herself.

Everyone only saw what they wanted to see; the good. They didn’t want to know the bad. But Natasha had no choice, she had to live this nightmare. Her whole life had been spent running and she was exhausted from the fear that was always moments away from drowning her. It rested in her stomach like a grenade, the slightest movement could jostle and be fatal. But sometimes it felt more like the lingering touch of a ghostly figure, slowly dragging a nail down her back and igniting all her nerve endings so her body was on fire.

This ever-tense state that she had found herself in was exhausting and Natasha was tired. Simple tasks had become a chore and even small trips to the grocery store would result in a sudden, debilitating wave of tears and laboured breaths. A box of cereal still in hand as she kneeled on her kitchen floor, forehead pressed against the cupboard as she cried a silent scream. Anxiety hit her like a truck completely unexpected, snuffing any hope she had of a ‘good’ day.

But the worst times were the silent days. She had no tears to cry out, no thoughts to tumble into a panic attack about. She was just floating somewhere between wake and sleep, a hazy mess of a woman with no life behind her eyes.

There truly was no one who was worse of an enemy that she was to herself. She wasn’t afraid of death - no one was able to kill her.

No one but herself.

No one could love a killer like her. All the lives she had taken without a single drop of remorse, moving through crowds with a holstered gun like a goddamn machine.

Shoot, reload, repeat. Shoot. Reload. Repeat.

Where did ‘cry’ fit into this? Where did ‘self loathe’ fit into this? Where did ‘drown inside your own mind’ fit into any of this?

It didn’t. It shouldn’t.

Silence wasn’t a word in Natasha’s vocabulary. Screams rang in her ears like tinnitus, although she probably had that too.

‘No one’s going to love you’ she would mutter as she obsessed over her reflection with burning red eyes. Not with those scars. And certainly not when she was so fucked in the head. Who would want to love someone who spent the whole day smiling only to come home, flick off the lights, crawl under the covers and completely break down?

She hated that she craved someone’s touch, the coldness of her pillow failing to replicate the comfort a human would bring. But she was nothing if not a living, painful contradiction. Natasha never let herself get close to people, too scared they’d see the horrors she had to endure. So the chances of ever having someone to hold her at night was becoming slimmer by the day. But it was all the broken little girl inside her wanted. To hear someone’s comforting voice whisper in her ear that she wasn’t a monster. She wouldn’t believe them, her anxiety would fight against it, but to not go through this alone? It hurt her more than she’d ever admit.

The waves got stronger throughout the day until midnight hit and Natasha felt as though she was suffocating, water flooding her lungs as the monsters in her mind finally crawled out of their caves. It was just her in this lonely fight, weakly holding her weapons only to find them clattering to the ground in a matter of minutes.

She was tired, so tired of constantly fighting. She wasn’t born to be a soldier, she was born to be a lover, to be loved. But her trembling lip and curled up body tightened as she wrapped her arms around herself in a grounded effort to ease the pain.

As she silently shook in her bed and finally gave into the horrors, allowing them to submerge her under for another night and drain her energy and desire to live, there was one underlying question that felt heavier than everything else.

Was this her life now? Would she ever win? Or would the end of Natasha Romanoff come not from a wound gained out on the battlefield, but rather from one that had festered inside her for years, slowing growing and expanding until it consumed her in her entirety.

Was there anything worth living for anymore?

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daisies-daydreams · 1 year

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Hello hello. I’d like to request some Alejandro x F!Reader fluff where he makes her something homemade after she had a really rough day? 🥺 Ty!

Pairing: Alejandro Vargas x F!Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: Slight Angst, Toxic Work Environment/Verbally Abusive Boss, Swearing Word Count: 1,370

Author’s Note: Hi! Thank you very much for your request. My Spanish is pretty rusty, and I apologize for any mistakes (feel free to correct me). Also, I couldn't help but think of this song ("Mi Ancla") while writing this. I hope you enjoy!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You rubbed your eyes as you yawned, exhaustion seeping into your bones. You had just gotten home from a long day at work, sitting on your bed while you listened to the raindrops patter against your bedroom window. You cringed when you thought about today. Apparently, you made so many mistakes that your boss called you into his office. His harsh words still stung, venom seeping into your heart and leaving a bitter taste on your tongue.

"Are you fucking stupid? We've been over this several times."

"You can't do anything right"

"I've never had an employee make this many mistakes. Are you trying to make me look bad?"

Your nostrils flared as you released a heavy sigh. You desperately wanted to leave your job, but you didn't want to burden your boyfriend, Alejandro, with supporting you while you searched for a new one. Your fists clenched as hot tears stung your eyes. You wanted to kick and scream and punch your pillow, your frustration boiling inside of you like lava. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn't notice the front door closing. Suddenly, a pair of muscular arms suddenly wrapped around you. You squeaked before whipping your head around, your boyfriend’s warm features greeting you. His grin slipped when he saw heavy tears streaking down your face.

“¿Cariño?¿Qué te pasa?” Alejandro asked, his brows furrowed. You shook in his hold.

“Nothing,” you stated dully. He tilted his head down and gave you a knowing stare.

“(Y/N), you know you can tell me anything,” Alejandro said as he moved to sit by your side. Your bottom lip quivered before you released a pained wail. Your boyfriend was silent as he drew you in even closer. “Shh, estoy aquí,” he repeated softly, his hand coming around to stroke your frizzy hair. You sniffed and pulled back.

“I-I’m such a failure, Ale,” you sobbed. His face fell, shattered by your own words. “I can’t do anything right at my job,” you cried. Alejandro shook his head as his hands gripped your upper arms.

“Mi vida, you are far from a failure,” he assured you. Alejandro's face suddenly hardened, his eyes darkening. "Wait...was it your boss again?" he asked. You sniffed, eyes sinking to look at your lap. "Culero," Alejandro hissed through gritted teeth. His grip on you tightened as he held you close, as if to shield you from the events that occurred today. Your body trembled as he rocked you gently.

"I-I want to leave so badly," you confessed.

"You can leave, no one is going to stop you," he said innocently. You shook your head violently.

"I can't," you muttered. His brows knitted together.

“¿Por qué? Cariño, this job is making you miserable!" Alejandro said exasperatedly. You sniffled, your words caught in your throat. "(Y/N), it makes my heart ache to see you hurting this much. Whatever reason you have for staying, I'm sure its nothing compared to finding a much better job," Alejandro explained.

"I can't because I don't want to be a burden to you!" you suddenly snapped . You clasped your hands over your mouth. Alejandro leaned back, his brows raising and lips curved into a deep frown.

"A burden? Cariño, you never have to worry about being a burden to me," he cooed. You sobbed as he kissed the top of your head.

"I just...I don't want you to feel the pressure of me relying on you while I'm trying to find a new job," you sighed. He hummed.

"Even if it takes months for you to find another job, I will always be here for you," Alejandro murmured into your hair. You gripped his white shirt, as you soaked his shoulder with your tears. He placed a chaste kiss on the top of your head. “Te amo, (Y/N)," Alejandro whispered, his husky voice unwavering. You pulled your head up to look at him. A small, tired smile grew on your face.

“Gracias por todo, Ale. Yo también te amo,” you murmured. "Te amo, te amo..." you whispered like a tired, broken record. Both of you exchanged quiet glances before he leaned his head down. You sighed as he latched his lips onto yours. Alejandro was usually a very passionate lover, his words and actions always full of vigor. But now, all you felt was a soft, sweet tenderness as his lips caressed your own. You slowly closed your eyes as the rest of the world faded away with your kiss. Your head felt dizzy as he pulled away, a blissful eternity passing in a few seconds.

"Have you had dinner yet?" he asked. You nodded.

"I picked some up on the way home," you said. He hummed to himself.

“Me too. In that case, why don’t you take a shower? I can make us a little treat in the meantime,” Alejandro offered. You smiled.

“That sounds lovely,” you said. He exhaled through his nose, his hands squeezing your arms as he rose to his feet.

“Take your time, hermosa,” Alejandro said, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. You nodded before he slipped through the bedroom door.

***

You took the longest shower you've ever had in your life. The warm water was a welcoming sensation, calming each and every one of your tired and aching muscles. You slipped out of the bathroom and changed into some comfortable clothes. A savory smell of something being fried wafted in from the kitchen. You smiled when you walked into the open area of your apartment. Alejandro was humming along to a song while he busied himself at the stove. Alejandro turned when he heard you enter, flashing a wide grin.

“Hola, hermosa,” he whistled, his eyes scanning you up and down. You rolled your eyes as you came around to stand at his side. You rested a hand on your hip.

“So, what delicious treat have you prepared for me tonight, Chef Vargas?” you piqued as you eyed the pan on the stove. You gasped as he grabbed your hand, twirling you around suddenly. “Ale!” you squealed. He chuckled before pulling you to him, your body flush with his. Alejandro gazed down at you, his hands coming down to gently rest on your hips. Your eyes flicked up to him.

“Bailar conmigo, cariño,” he husked into your ear. You nodded slowly, allowing the music to take over you as you rested your head on his shoulder. The rhythm was slow, gentle and steady, just like the way he guided you through the kitchen. It was so relaxing, you could’ve fallen asleep in his arms right then and there. Alejandro kissed your temple as the music began to dissipate.

You smiled as he moved some of your wet hair from your face. Your heart fluttered as you locked eyes and kissed again, this time angling your head to capture his lips more deeply. Both of you remained in your embrace before the timer suddenly screeched. Alejandro groaned before turning back to the stove. He flicked the burner off and flipped the fresh sopapillas onto a paper-towel covered plate. Your mouth watered at the sight of the golden-brown pastries.

“Is that face for the sopapillas or for me?” Alejandro teased with a cocked brow. You slapped his arm playfully, both of you chuckling as he reached into the nearby cabinet. Alejandro pulled down two containers and dusted the sopapillas with powdered sugar, then cinnamon. You were one step ahead of him, grabbing the honey from another cabinet as he whipped around to you. "Muchas gracias," he smiled before drizzling the liquid over the warm pastries.

Alejandro took you by the hand, leading you over to the couch. You smiled as you snuggled next to him, happily taking one of the treats and savoring every bite that melted on your tongue. A small smirk made it's way across your face.

"¿Qué?" Alejandro laughed. You leaned over, pressing a kiss to where some powdered sugar and cinnamon dusted the side of his mouth. He froze, eyes trained on you as you licked your lips and giggled. Needless to say, you were soon bombarded with kisses sweeter than any sopapilla.

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Thank you for reading!/¡Gracias por leer! ❤️

A/N: I'm kind of tempted to make a Part 2. 👀

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Translations:

¿Cariño?¿Qué te pasa? - Honey? What’s wrong? Estoy aquí - I’m here. Mi vida - My life Culero - Asshole ¿Por qué? - Why? Mi amor - My love Sí - Yes Te amo - I love you. Gracias por todo, Ale. Yo también te amo - Thank you for everything, Ale. I love you, too. Hermosa - Gorgeous Hola, hermosa - Hello, gorgeous. Bailar conmigo, cariño - Dance with me, honey.

Muchas gracias - Thank you very much.

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 1 year

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Prompt || Bucky and Reader getting sick at the same time. — Requested by @raqnarokr <3

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 600

Contents & Warnings || Mild Angst — Bucky and Reader being kind of mean to each other.

Random prompt event || Masterlist

Usually, when either Bucky or you were sick, the other would be all healthy and good to take care of the other—making warm and delicious soup, giving the best snugs and cuddles. And just overall, be the most fantastic caretaker that would, to the best of their abilities, nurse them back to health.

But this time was the first where you and he were sick simultaneously as you'd both come down with a nasty cold. It proved to be quite challenging and annoying for both of you to be sick as you and he would, most of the time, have different needs for how to stay comfortable and for taking care of your symptoms. And you would snap at each other constantly.

—

Despite the thick fluffy sweater you were wearing while bundled up in a blanket on the sofa and cuddling close and tight to your sick boyfriend, you still shivered profusely and desperately clung to everything for that little bit of extra warmth. And Bucky was starting to complain that he was burning up.

“Doll, I feel like I'm in a furnace and dying,” he whined in a hoarse voice as he pushed himself away from you with his weak strength to sit on the opposite side of the sofa.

“No, please don't leave me,” you uttered weakly, “I'm so cold.”

“I can't. Just let me be. I'm so hot,” he said rather annoyingly as he situated himself on the other end and took off his warm sweater.

Luckily, Alpine jumped up to you and snuggled with you instead in the bundle of warmth while your grumpy boyfriend sat all cold and alone.

—

Bucky was coughing and sneezing like crazy for the last hour, and with the raging headache you were having, each noise from him was like an extra aching punch straight to your head.

“... ugh why is this happening to me?” Bucky whined after a violent coughing fit, and not a second later, he went straight on to have a sneezing fit.

You were absolutely losing it, almost at the brink of tears due to how in pain and uncomfortable you were. And since you had no energy to move, you had to endure Bucky's fits, but now, you've honestly had enough of it.

“Can you please just shut up, Bucky! My head's killing me! Please, can you just be a little bit quiet and more considerate,” you sobbed.

“I'm sorry, doll, but what do you want me to do? It's not like I can help it!” He uttered before he continued with his fits.

Taking one of the decorative pillows, you clamped it around your head and over your ears to block out his sounds.

—

After a week, you and Bucky were starting to feel much better and return to your true selves. And you both acknowledge that you'd been quite mean to one another while sick.

So after you both had a refreshing and much-needed shower, you apologized to each other.

“Bucky, I'm so sorry that I was so mean to you and yelled when you were having your fits,” you said while getting ready for bed, “I hope you know I didn't mean any of it. I love you.”

“Hey.” He made you stop what you were doing and turned you around to face him, palms cradling your cheeks. “It's ok, doll. We were both sick and not ourselves. I love you as well, and I'm sorry for leaving you all alone when you needed me the most.”

“It's ok,” you replied as you stood on your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck, your noses brushing, “let's just try and not get sick at the same time again, ok? It was not fun.”

“Definitely not,” he chuckled as he pressed a long and loving kiss to your lips, a sensation you’d both missed and craved for the past week while you were both sick.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 4 months

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The Christmas Rumble

“Alright Alright! Listen up my dearest demon-humans! For the holiday rumble we’ll decide who’s doing what! Now everyone write your names on the pieces of papers and I’ll throw them into my top hat!”

The former Upper Moons respectfully groaned and cheered as everyone took their respective slips of paper and pens that you had them pass around. Spread across and in front of the circular sofa; the papers made their way around enough for you to collect them all. You made sure to turn around to Muzan who was pouting in the leather arm-chair behind you.

Flipping your hat off you begin to shake it, full of the names of the humanified Upper Moons. Thanks to whatever mysterious force isekai’d them to your world, their demon statuses had been revoked. Time is reversed for them long before their encounters with the demon slayers. You had gone on long enough without them discovering their origins and you’d like to keep it that way.

“Alright first pick for head of decorations iiiissss–”

“Please let it be me! Please let it be me!”

It was Daki or Ume who was pleading that it’d be her. You almost felt bad for what you were going to read.

“Kokushibo!”

“Noooo!”

Daki screamed, glaring at her feet while she dug her nails into her arms. Gyutarou simply put a worried hand over his face; which had a resigned look with a splash of embarrassment. While they weren’t demons anymore they still respected their leader, who was smiling at the 1st Upper Moon.

“Kokushibo as a decorator, eh?”

Kokushibo refused to look up, while Daki shot a glare in his direction.

“Master…please.”

“Hey Kookie its not so bad!” You decided to pipe in. “You are basically in charge of everyone getting in the Joyful mood! Which is super important this time of year!”

A small smile crept on his face as he looked to you.

“(Y/n)...”

“Besides I’m always happy to help and you’ll have your assistant!”

“What about me (Y/n)!?”

Hanging on your waist was Daki, no longer having a tantrum on the couch. With no doubt phony tears she hugged at your waist; purposefully making puppy dog eyes up at you. You didn’t mind her forwardness but Muzan did.

“Daki, you’ll get something I promise. I just can’t give the position to you without being unfair to the others.”

“Who cares about the others? Don’t you love me?!”

The ‘L-word’ had many perking up. Even instigating Sekido to fling his slipper in her direction, lightly plopping off her head. She turned slowly with a growl rising in her throat. Gyutarou also snapped to attention clutching a throw pillow as he glared at the humanized clone.

“Oi oi you looking to lose your hand today!?”

“Guys! Guys!? Come on not now please!”

“Grrr I just washed my hair (Y/n! And it threw it at you too, (Y/n)! Don’t you think it should be disqualified?”

“It?! Why you selfish little b–”

“Watch your tongue or I’ll cut it off!”

You wanted to move between the two, only for your trek to be stopped by Daki who seemed insistent on keeping you in place. Right now it was pillows but you knew it would escalate. Aizetsu looked as though he would cry while Urogi and Karaku began to laugh. Also amused another Upper Moon clapped.

“Ooo how exciting! Who knew assigning positions could be so fun?”

“No! No, Doma this is not fun this is–”

“A mess (Y/n).” Muzan interrupted, matter of factly. “I suggest we should post po-”

“Oh? Are we fighting with pillows now!? What are you all children?!”

You tried again, “Zohakuten…”

“Shut up!”

“Hey don’t tell them to shut-up, brat!” This was Daki still clutching your waist.

“I’m higher than you!”

“So? You can barely reach the table now.”

He growled at her to which she returned the favor. Meanwhile the others were getting quite violent with smashing those pillows against eachother. You’re sure just a second ago you caught Urogi straight-up punching the newcomer Gyokko. You could hear the embarrassed sigh from Kokushibo and the giggles-turning to laughter from Doma. Somehow all were still oblivious to the angry aura surrounding Muzan.

“At this rate there’s only one way to get them to stop.” Akaza spoke earning the attention of those not participating in the pillow-brawl this had become. He shot you a look before looking at the hat and back at you. You smiled nodding your head as you got the message. You took a big breath readying your vocal chords for a much needed shout.

“ALRIGHT! Who ever stops fighting both verbally and physically gets to choose who works with me them as well as their position.”

In a manner of seconds the room had quieted. Gyutarou settling to glare at Sekido who returned the favor. The other iterations of Hantengu settled down as well, leaving Daki to quickly scramble back to her seat. All semblance of fighting had ceased as they waited for your verdict.

You nodded in thanks at Akaza, smugly sending a look towards Muzan who had an unreadable expression on his face. You turned to the group with a triumphant smile.

“Alright everybody so the winner is–”

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“This sucks! This isn’t fun at all!”

“Stop your whining Urogi and finish your piping! I’m going to be mad if you screw up these cupcakes with your sporadic designs.”

“But your always mad!”

“Shut up!”

Even though he was shouting at his team it was nice to see…most of Hantengu’s clones working together. Sure, Aizetsu was whining about something, Karaku was playing with dough, and Zohakuten occasionally yelling at the former two. But this was nice.

A far cry from the usual chaos these four tended to create.

Speaking of chaos you spotted Douma and Kokushibo dawning their hand-made ugly sweaters as they played (read as: fought over) the soft tape measure. Kokushibo surprisingly took up the task of stitching the ugly sweaters together having found sewing and crochetting as his latest hobby. Douma, after whining about not being able to work with you decided he’d join the 1st Upper Moon. No doubt, totally planning to be the biggest obstacle Kokushibo is going to have to face.

“Oh (Y/n)! We’re working on taking measurements, just come over here and I’ll ack–”

The blonde was caught in an unrelenting headlock that had him gasping for air. The one performing the headlock, was Kokushibo trying to wrench the cloth tape measure from the other’s tight grip. He casually looked to you and bowed his head.

“I apologize (Y/n) but while we’re on the topic. May I get your measurements?”

You chuckled nervously. “Uh how about I send it to you later, okay?”

Kokushibo nodded, tightening his hold on Douma who had the nerve to whine about it.

Passing by them you happily watched Daki, rocking a spare cosplay of a bedazzled captain outfit, as she ordered her brother and Gyokko around. Both joined (also read as: blackmailed into joining) her team of decorators. Pointing her manicured index in tandem with her shouting orders only stopping when she saw you in her peripheral.

“So what do you think? I know you said…whatever you said about tradition or whatever. But I figured some other colors would go better than red and green here.”

“Oh wow. That really is…fantastic.”

That’s all you could conjure as she posed near the mantle that looked as though a confetti canon was turned into a strip of garland. You rubbed at your eyes as you spotted the doorway surrounded by mistletoe. You rejected the urge to shudder.

“Why all the mistletoe? For the tradition you only need one.”

“She said somethin’ about there being ‘no case of plausible deniability.’” Gyutarou offered coming down from the ladder he was on.

He sent an apologetic and tired look as he stared back at his her handiwork.

“Sorry if this isn’t the look you were going for…she wasn’t exactly willing to honor it.” You both looked to the pink bats she began hanging on the wall. “Like at all.”

A smile spread on your face. “It’s fine. All I wanted was for you guys to make the holiday you’re own. So if your happy that’s all I can ask for.”

A fervent blush spread across his face, forcing his eyes to trail away from you as he kicked at the ground. You were too cute! Before you could ask if he was okay, Gyokko stomped into the room holding one of his many handmade ceramics. That of which resembled a disfigured child painted with a swirl of various colors. If it wasn’t for the…unfortunate inspiration of past memories, you’d say it’d fit perfectly with the theme Daki was going for.

The head decorator sneered. “Ew you don’t plan to put that near my christmas decor, do you?”

Gyokko obnoxiously growled, ”Shut up! You’ve been telling me from the get-go how to dress this disaster of yours–”

Daki let out an offended gasp.

“Disaster!? Why you have some nerve! I should just tell (Y/n) how you got your ‘inspiration’ for those misguided portraits you made. ”

“--You wench! Those were a beautiful!”

“They were nude and badly drawn! If I wasn’t destined to see it myself one day I’d draw it just like you–a desperate cretin–would!”

“Guys how about you both—Oh My Gosh!”

From fingers poking into one another’s chest to kitchen knives they seemed to get a hold of. Moving to intervene, you’re suddenly jerked backwards behind Gyutarou who is arguably getting more red than before.

“I’ll break it up….you’d be upset if Gyokko bled out right?”

“Yes! Of course I would!”

“Figured. I’ll try to get him out…in some piece.”

He forged on and you were grateful he offered in the first place. Unfortunately just being human against former-demons who’ve successfully killed in their human forms doesn’t make you equal. In fact your more often surprised at the vast difference in strength.

Speaking of strength you turned your attention to see a ladder tapping haphazardly on the window. You run to the door quickly donning a coat and hat before running out to the ladder by the window. As you suspected Akaza was on there wobbling occasionally as he set the lights.

Putting your foot on the bottom of the ladder, stabilizing it. The Upper Moon looked down at you. No longer in danger of falling at any time you scold him.

“Akaza! I told you to wait for me! I or my helper would of helped you!”

He sighed,”I wouldn’t want to bother you or the Master anyway.”

“I’m bothered because you didn’t ask me! I’d also me be more than bothered if you fell down this ladder!”

You’re sure he’s laughing as he finishes putting up the lights, sliding down with expert ease. Still holding onto a leg of the ladder you’re finally face-to-face with the decorator of the outside, smiling smugly as he pushes past you.

“Thanks for your help (Y/n). Now will you go inside? I wouldn’t want you catch a cold.”

Putting your hands on your waist, you made a face. “Stop acting like I’m made of glass, Mister and let me help!”

He unexpectedly grabs you by your shoulders, easily lifting you up and placing you out of his path. Shaking his head he reaches for the other lights he left on the ground before beginning to unraveling them. You stomp your foot before catching up to him, you begin to help grabbing the other end of the tangled string of lights.

“Don’t underestimate your helper, Akaza.”

“I never said underestimated you.”

“You didn’t have to.”

You playfully nudged him as you began to succeed in detangling it. Missing the way he longingly looks at your focused face you only recognize his sudden change of mood. Following his line of sight you watched the man with fedora beckon you from the door of the house. He stops his creeping hands, the ones that nearly intertwined with yours along with the messy knot of lights.

You debate ignoring him before sending a look to Akaza. He shakes his head giving a woeful smile as he nudges you in the direction of the door. With a dramatized huff you leave the untangled lights to follow Muzan who urges you to follow him into the house.

“Was there actually something you needed me for?”

“Does there have to be anything?”

“I already decided that I’m going to help everyone get ready! What could you possibly need?”

He quirked an eyebrow, casually snatching the hat off your head before turning. Easily dodging your attempts to grab it back as he calmly pretended to study the trim, that had a brand name inscribed.

“I need you. I don’t need any other reason.”

In a desperate attempt you pulled at his sleeve, making his cat like eyes flick to your frustrated face.

“Well yeah but you kind of do. Everyone needs me today.”

Fasterthan you could comprehend, pale hands unzip your jacket holding you close to his towering form as he peeled it off your shoulders.

“Perhaps but I always take priority.”

You struggle against him, “No you don’t. Everyone matters-”

He pulls you even closer by the coat, your arms still within the sleeves. Rendering you unable to pull away as you’re trapped by the coat’s design. You looked up at Muzan attempting to hold your stance as the heat of his breath danced at the top of your head and intense gaze stayed on you.

“Not like I do.”

In swift movements the coat was off of you, Muzan was hanging your jacket, and the door you walked through was closed once more. After a glance you went for the door again only to stop at the grip on your wrist.

“Muzan.”

“(Y/n).”

You wriggled your wrist as he pulled you close. With his arm wrapped over your chest, he let you struggle as his hold was unrelenting. When you relaxed, you could now feel that heated breath on the lobe of your ear.

“Are you finished?”

“I-I don’t understand you Muzan.”

“And I, you.”

“Could you just let me go, I want to help everyone.”

“Then you can help me.”

He stepped forward, forcing you to follow his steps as he guided you both to the steps. You stopped struggling after skidding your feet along the floor did nothing to brake his path.

“What do you need help with?”

He didn’t bother to respond instead opting to tickle your neck with the cool sharpness of his fangs. Threatening to pierce your skin, it was telling enough. You relented, willingly letting Muzan led you to the room he claimed his own. Holding his hand instead you found his stare to be…forgiving.

“This is the season of giving is it not?”

Strewn on the former-demon’s bed, you held your hand over your heart as if trying to still it’s frantic beating. His pale hands cupped your own, trailing the length of your arm until it led to your shoulder, then to your neck.

“It is.”

“Then for this Christmas,” he gingerly caresses your jaw. He leans in with his ever-insistent fuschia stare honing on his prey. Swallowing a scream you closed your eyes as he trailed down your neck to the buttons of your shirt.

“Give yourself to me and only me.”

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'Jailbird'

{Violent! Yandere Boyfriend X Female Reader} [FLUFF] Summary: He's a little Jailbird, except the only cage he'll stay in is your heart. Warnings: Blood, just FLUFF

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"Y/n L/n! You are under arrest!"

Several guns were pointed straight at a fairly harmless looking girl. With a child who screamed in horror and hid behind his equally as frightened mother. The poor cashier dropped her groceries in shock and Y/n could only hope that the bag didn't have any fragile glass in it. She was vaguely aware that her priorities weren't quite right in that moment, but she didn't care enough to call herself out.

"What for?" Y/n ask rather calmly. She didn't recall doing anything illegal.

"Drop the innocent act L/n! Your partner already spilled!" One large and bulky cop yelled out.

Despite the sheer power in the policeman's voice, his hands couldn't stop trembling. He wasn't the only officer with cold sweat and shaky knees. In fact, all six police officers looked at Y/n like she was a ticking bomb set to go off any second. Every person in the grocery seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for something to happen. Y/n was confused; Partner? Y/n didn't do anything, much less with a partner. She opened her mouth to defend herself when suddenly it clicked.

"Oh." Y/n's face fell, "Oh no..."

She leaped forward and all of the cops stumbled back in fear. She grabbed the one closest to her, ignoring how the mother – son duo screamed, and pushed him.

"Quick! Take me to jail!" The policeman felt his heart lodge in his throat and could only nod dumbly. He'd never been so terrified of a criminal asking to go to jail before.

Ansel punched the door as hard as he could. He yelled, demanding to be let out. He'd made a pretty big dent in the metal door but eventually ditched it to pace around his little jail cell. Deemed to dangerous to be kept in a regular prison room, he had been locked in a large plain white room. It resembled the kind of rooms where mad scientists would study a wild creature in movies. In all honesty, they were treating him like an animal too. There was a large glass window where he could see the pathetic cops whimpering and hiding. He sneered at them, causing them to duck and hide from view. The room was completely bare, with not even a pillow for him to rest on. He would have been restrained in a straight jacket too, had the idiotic cops not been too terrified to come close to him. One had tried, probably an intern, and they were lucky to live with only a broken wrist and nose.

He didn't give a damn about them though. No, all he could think about was how he was being kept away from his precious darling. He felt his blood boil. Each second he was kept here was another second spent without her. Thinking about it was enough to drive Ansel mad. He let out another animalistic scream and slammed his shoulder into the door. He backed up, preparing to repeat the action, when he heard her.

"Ansel!"

Immediately, his head shot up. Ansel's grey eyes lit up once they landed on Y/n. He ran up to the window, and pressed his hands against the glass. He smiled, and immediately calmed down. His cheeks were tinted a light pink and you could almost see hearts floating all around him.

"Y/n!"

"Oh Ansel, my poor angel." Y/n cooed and placed her hands on the glass, right where his were. She whispered sweet words to Ansel, soothing the rage in his eyes and mellowing him. She frowned, upset to see her beloved boyfriend in such a state.

"What on earth did you do to get yourself locked in here?"

Ansel felt a tiny bit of shamed. His cheeks grew redder, not because of Y/n herself, but because of her disappointed gaze.

He looked down on the floor and mumbled, "Nothing..."

"Ansel, we both know you wouldn't be here if you did nothing."

Like a kicked puppy, Ansel backed away from the window and scurried over to a corner to sulk in. Y/n sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Apologetically, she turned to the cop that escorted her.

"I suppose we should head over to the interrogation room? Seeing as l'm 'under arrest' and all. Ansel should be calm for a while."

The poor cop was completely baffled at how easily the beast had been stopped. When Officer John, the bulky cop from before, brought this frail little girl into the station, they were sure that John had made a mistake. After that little display, however, they realized this Y/n must have been someone really powerful for the Ansel Krause to submit to her. Fearing for their life, they hurried and locked Y/n a secure interrogation room. Damn John better not be thinking that they were going to interrogate the monster.

Y/n waited for the door to lock before sitting down on a chair. Her leg bounced anxiously; she worried for Ansel. All she wanted to do was run to him and comfort him. He was such a sweetheart, and she hated being so cold with him. Y/n chewed her thumb as she thought about how Ansel got himself into such a situation in the first place. He wouldn't harm anyone... Okay no, he might but she told him specifically to be on his best behavior while she was out!

The door finally opened after a eternity and a smaller woman walked in. Her face was twisted into a stern glare. She plopped onto the seat opposite to Y/n's and immediately began.

"Alright Missy. I'm in no mood to play games. Why'd you send Mister Krause after Kevin Millers? Don't even bother denying it; Krause was very local about how Millers had it coming and how you told him to get rid of him."

"Kevin? My neighbor?" Y/n's brows furrowed together, "l'm – is he okay?"

The Officer scoffed, "Sure, if you call a having a broken leg and several stitches being okay. Now, l want answers."

Y/n sighed and leaned back into her seat.

"Well Officer, being completely honest here, l have no idea why Ansel hurt Kevin, and l'm terribly sorry for his behavior. I'm sure if you let me, l could sort things out with him."

"So what? You want me to just let you go?"

"Yes, actually." Y/n answered rather bluntly, "l'd like to take Ansel home too. He'll need me after he's done being pouty."

"Fat chance. Ansel has a long criminal record, it's about time he's put behind bars. You on the other hand..." The Officer narrow her eyes, "l don't buy your innocent act for even a second. It'll be easier for us if you just confess your crimes."

Y/n groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"Is being in love with an idiot a crime?"

"If that idiot happens to be a psychopath, then it should be." The Cop fired back.

"Officer, l haven't committed a single crime in my life. Unless you have evidence — real evidence — that states otherwise, l'd like to go back to my back."

Before the officer could retaliate, another policeman stormed into the room. His eyes were wide with panic.

"S–So sorry, Officer Cross. H–He's been acting up again and we need Miss L/n to come immediately."

Y/n gave Officer Cross a smug grin and skipped over to the door. Officer Cross slammed her head onto the desk. Seems as though both Y/n and Ansel would end up leaving the station without any proper punishment. With Y/n being a clean state and Ansel too unstable to keep in jail, the safest thing to do would be to let the couple go back home. Oh how she's going to regret this.

Y/n held Ansel's hand as they walked home. The Police Force and Y/n were able to reach an agreement; as long as she keeps Ansel on a leash, they'll let them be. She didn't make any promises, and still have to pay a hefty money to bail him, but things turned out for the best. The walk home is silent and Ansel still refused to make an eye contact with Y/n. She knew he felt bad, so she hadn't given him a scolding yet.

It was only after they'd gotten to their shared apartment and had a quick lunch that Y/n decided it was time to address the elephant in the room. The pair were cuddling together on the couch; Ansel's head is buried on her chest and her hands were playing with his soft hair.

She began softly, "Ansel... Do you want to talk about what happened?"

Ansel shook his head childishly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and refused to look up.

Y/n sighed and ruffled his hair.

"You know we have to. Come on, Officer Cross told me that l told you to hurt Kevin?"

"That guy." Ansel mumbled bitterly. Despite the situation, Y/n found herself smiling. She did agree after all.

Knowing he couldn't avoid the topic forever, Ansel finally look up and met Y/n's warm gaze.

"You said Kevin annoyed you last week. So l went to teach him a lesson. He deserved what l put him through for the disgusting things he said about you!"

Y/n felt her heart go soft. She could recall Kevin cat–calling her one particular evening. Ansel must have heard her as she grumbled to herself about it and took upon himself to handle the situation in a best way he knew how to.

She kissed the tip of Ansel's nose.

"Aww Baby... It's so sweet of you to want to defend my honor." Y/n grinned at his elated expression. If Ansel had a tail, she imagined wagging like mad.

"But." Ansel's smile fell.

"Don't you remember what l said about hurting others?"

"That it wasn't something you wanted me to do."

"Because?" Y/n pushed on.

Ansel groaned, "Because you didn't want the police to catch me."

Y/n smiled at her helpless angel.

"And what happened today?"

"The police caught me." Ansel only became more pouty when he saw how amused his girlfriend was. He loves to make her smile, but he was still embarrassed.

"That's right." Y/n gave Ansel's nose a small boop, "Now you have to be a good boy and stay out of trouble, okay?"

Ansel propped himself onto his elbows and leaned closer to Y/n's face.

"l'll be good as long as l have you beside me."

"Oh don't worry about that." Y/n chuckled.

"The officers and l had a long chat about what would happen if they tried to separate us again."

A pleased smile spread across Ansel's face. He place a chaste kiss on yours and laid back down on her chest. The two continued to laze around each other's arms; completely content with life and happy to have each other.

Bzzzzzt! Bzzzzzt! Bzzz —

"Hello?"

"Hello, Miss L/n. This is Officer Cross. Would you please make your way to the police station, preferably immediately. We have another incident."

Y/n sighed, "l'm on my way..."

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Started:[Monday] - [10/30/23] Finished:[Wednesday] - [11/01/23] Checking:✅

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kuroo tetsurou: how you get the girl

kuroo’s married to his childhood crush, you come back to town, oikawa introduces you.

fem!reader, fluff, childhood friends reuniting, unnecessary cursing, getting together but also established relationship(?), wc 2.1k

kuroo cracks his eyes open to his phone hitting him square on the chest.

it’s not painful, not really, because whoever threw it was mindful enough; still, he yelps an indignant, “what the fuck?” because what the fuck? he’d been snapped out of his stupor violently, and glowers at his assailant.

sugawara stands in front of him, unperturbed.

kuroo resists the urge to punch his face -- himself or sugawara, who knows -- and grunts, “what are you doing here? you’re not--” his brows knit together, “wait, how did you even get in my room?”

sugawara jerks a finger at the door just in time for him to see oikawa clap kenma on the back, praising him for his cooperation. kenma doesn’t even look like he’s listening. “i know a guy who knows a guy who knows your father who knows you,” sugawara explains happily.

kuroo briefly considers pulling his pillow over his head and sleeping again, but sugawara might not be as kind this time and might make sure the corner of his phone hits kuroo’s nose.

he remembers having heard stories from daichi, and wisely decides that he would rather not face the wrath of an angry sugawara.

kuroo sighs. he’s not awake enough for this. he needs bokuto to cheer him up the way he always does -- maybe his loudness would distract kuroo enough to forget about his pounding headache. but bokuto is not here; he’s most likely also dying on his bed, but at least he has akaashi taking care of him.

all kuroo has is the violent sugawara, the annoying oikawa, the kenma who probably does not give a fuck about his current state -- kuroo doesn’t want to think about daichi’s reaction if he sees him in all his hangover glory.

“ngh,” he grunts again, less eloquently this time.

oikawa finally lets kenma escape and whirls in on kuroo, face furious. uh oh, kuroo thinks, and prepares for nuclear destruction. “i cannot,” he stresses with a hiss, “believe you had the nerve to go out and get wasted!”

sugawara nods in agreement.

“without me!” oikawa wails in utter betrayal, clutching kuroo’s shirt.

“hey,” sugawara warns.

“and without suga-chan and iwa-chan,” oikawa adds as sugawara nods in approval.

“sorry,” kuroo says, not really sorry. “you probably would’ve ruined the party anyway.”

sugawara and oikawa pull at his hair until the headache comes slamming back worse than before. “okay! okay! okay, fuck! i cede!” he screeches.

“good,” oikawa huffs. he seems satisfied enough to let go of kuroo’s shirt, patting his head comfortingly.

kuroo smacks his hand away.

sugawara hums thoughtfully as a glass of water materializes out of nowhere and appears in his hand. “i saw your father in the grocery store yesterday. he was telling me about your sad, pathetic single life.”

kuroo takes a deep breath and swears to himself to never call his father ever again.

“you met up with mr. kuroo without me!?” cries oikawa.

kuroo grumpily thanks sugawara for the water, takes one big gulp, and huffs. “my love life is none of your business. pa just likes to butt in it thinking he can find the perfect girl for me like it’s a game.” he doesn’t know anything.

“ooh.” oikawa’s eyes sparkle at the idea. “i'm in.”

“what?” kuroo shakes his head, horrified. “no, no. this might be a game to him, but i am not letting you join. one nagging romantic is enough.”

“but tetsu-chan! i’m the perfect man to help you!” oikawa proclaims. “plus, mr. kuroo is right. you’re, like, what? 50 years old and pitifully celibate.” kuroo splutters. “for a flirt, you are awful in the romance section.”

“i’m not a charity case! and stop talking about my love life like some book store category!”

“i’m not saying you are a charity case! i’m saying i know someone who also happens to be looking for a date, so you are a very lucky man!”

kuroo does not doubt that. if sugawara knows a guy who knows a guy, then oikawa knows everyone and the grandmothers of their mothers -- but also all of them happen to be in love with him.

kuroo expresses his doubt with a deadpan stare

sugawara chuckles. “i can’t force you to date but they’re right, you know. it won’t hurt to have fun once in a while.”

oikawa nods enthusiastically. “let me play matchmaker this once please!”

they both look at kuroo, who wilts under their gazes.

“fine,” kuroo murmurs in defeat, ignoring oikawa’s cheer and sugawara’s noise of approval. “think you have what it takes to introduce to me the love of my life?” he asks oikawa.

oikawa scoffs good-naturedly. “don’t doubt me.”

kuroo eyes him. “you're strangely optimistic.” it’s code word for: i am suspicious of your malicious intentions.

oikawa bats his eyelashes, tapping kuroo’s glass as a reminder for him to drink again. he does so, but still stares at oikawa.

sugawara places his hands on his hips. “tooru’s been thinking of making the two of you meet for a while now.” at kuroo’s wrinkled nose, sugawara clarifies: “about a week, which is when she met tooru.”

“she’s cute!” oikawa chirps. “not my type but definitely yours! trust me, i can tell. i know you, tetsu-chan”

kuroo shudders. “i hope she’s not using me to get to you.”

“no,” oikawa says, much more serious this time. “l/n-chan is nice. even iwa-chan says so!”

“l/n, huh?” kuroo wonders where he’s heard that name before. “okay. fine. i’ll give it a shot.”

kuroo swipes the ring on his bedside desk and slips it on his finger, ignoring the look oikawa shares with sugawara.

a crunch resounds dully beneath his feet from stepping over and over the snow muffling the pavement. a shiver rides up his spine despite the heavy layers of clothing -- he’s got, like, what? three? five? and at least two of them belong to sugawara who loves his coats and jackets thick.

“if it rises even one degree i would probably be burning,” kuroo says; believable if his teeth weren’t chattering.

“don’t be so dramatic!” says oikawa, and the fact that he, of all people, is saying that is comedy gold. “you look cuddly. i’m sure the ladies would love that in a boy…! sorry, man,” he corrects himself, “you should seriously consider looking the part, tetsu-chan.”

“i hate you,” kuroo says, eyeing oikawa’s fit coat distastefully as he struts and acts as if all the ladies aren’t ogling him.

it’s about a day after the date discussion when oikawa invites kuroo to his favorite cafe to meet the girl. kuroo had honestly forgotten about it, and scolded himself for doing so.

oh, well. this is a mutually beneficial deal. if she asked to meet up then kuroo can't be at fault either.

besides, oikawa’s right. if he plays this right, maybe he'll finally find the one. and if not the one then maybe a silly fling -- that hopefully won't be throwing a fit once they figure out kuroo is not the cool suave athletic player he is, but just some idiot who pretends he knows what he's doing.

if only dating was so easy.

(if only kuroo stopped pretending that he didn’t lose interest in it years ago. he eyes his finger, and his heart sinks. just because she’s a l/n? since when did you become so desperate?)

they order drinks for both of them. kuroo takes big sips, impatient. they take a seat in a secluded corner, the warm light enough to ease kuroo just a tiny bit. he feels guilty, for some reason. he thinks he knows why, but he doesn’t know why it matters.

oikawa taps kuroo’s shoulder. “do you want to see a pic of l/n-chan before i tell her we’re here?” he asks.

kuroo stretches his arms. “yeah, why not?”

“okay!” oikawa says happily. “here you go.” and shoves his phone to kuroo’s face.

kuroo blanches. “oh no.”

oikawa blinks once. twice. he was not expecting that reaction. “testu-chan…?”

“fuck,” kuroo repeats, with more feeling this time, realization sinking on him. “fuck, you meant that l/n! oh my god, i’m so stupid, of course she’s that l/n, ohmygod--”

oikawa panics, setting his phone down to bat kuroo’s hands away, which were starting to pull ruthlessly at his roots. “stop that! what’s wrong?” he hisses. “what, what? what’s wrong!?”

“shit!” kuroo curses. “fuck! dude.”

“you’re making me nervous, kuroo,” oikawa warns feebly.

“that’s the y/n i had a crush on!”

that makes oikawa pause. “you? having a crush?”

“yes it sounds fucking insane because y/n is the only one i ever took seriously! that’s the y/n who i thought i wouldn’t be fucking seeing again so i confessed my undying love before we parted ways thinking we would only be in each other’s hearts!”

oikawa stares at him incredulously. “that’s kind of pathetic, tetsu-chan. and embarrassing.”

“shut up.” kuroo flushes pink. “i know that.”

oikawa nods sympathetically. “stay strong, tetsu-chan!”

kuroo inhales sharply. “did kenma ever tell you how i got this ring?”

“hmm?” oikawa studies the band wrapped around kuroo’s finger, eyes unreadable. “it has a backstory? i thought you were just being fashionable off-court, like me! the ring is kind of dirty now, though.” he clicks his tongue. “you should get that cleaned.”

“i’ve had it since i was 7.”

“shit,” says oikawa, suddenly serious. “wait. y/n. did you get engaged with l/n-chan at 7!?”

kuroo makes a noise. “what? no! it’s not-- well, actually. maybe you can say that.”

oikawa is elated. “oh my god! that’s a promise ring!?”

kuroo is flustered beyond belief. “yes, it’s a promise ring.” in a desperate attempt to cool off his face, he croaks, “what are you even doing here? isn’t this supposed to be a date between me and l/n-san?”

“i just wanted to be a good friend and not let you make a fool of yourself!” knowing oikawa, he is completely serious about this. “but…i feel like i don’t need to worry about anything, huh?” his smile is softer now. “don’t fuck this up, or i will be very disappointed in you, tetsu-chan!”

before kuroo can respond, oikawa’s phone vibrates on the table, buzzing their drinks. “oh! it looks like i’m gonna have to skedaddle!” he says, like an idiot. he pats kuroo’s shoulder as he rises to his feet, too aggressive to be comforting.

“if all else fails, i’ll treat you to drinks.”

“it won’t, but, i appreciate the sentiment,” kuroo drawls sarcastically, now itching with nerves as he’s hit with agitation for a completely different reason. he can’t stop staring at his ring.

oikawa gives him a thumbs up. “i like the spirit, tetsu-chan! bye bye!”

the door opens at the same time oikawa hurries off. kuroo bites his lip, using his 6-foot ass to his advantage as he searches for a familiar face. damn. his heart might as well beat out of his chest at this point.

a figure comes up to him. “tetsurou.”

kuroo grins, weakly. “shit. it really is you.”

you laugh, taking a seat in front of him. kuroo feels dizzy. “i was very lucky to meet tooru-kun, who was nice enough to tell stories about his handsome teammate.” kuroo probably should feel disgusted that oikawa is talking about him that way, but with how it comes out of your mouth, it feels pleasant.

he clears his throat. “so… you knew it was me. when you accepted.”

your smile is sadder now. “yeah. you didn’t, when you accepted.”

kuroo frowns, fingers digging on his lap. “y/n-- i--” i was seven. i thought you weren’t real. i thought it wasn’t real, “--i’m sorry. i thought--”

“it’s okay, tetsu. i understand. i’m not an idiot, you know. i heard this is the only date you agreed to go, too, so i suppose i’m lucky it was me.” you turn away from him, sharp eyes scanning the room. he knows better. you’re avoiding his stare.

that doesn’t make him any less guilty. “i missed you…”

your eyes slide back to him, mirthful. “remember what you said? the night before i left.”

kuroo blushes furiously; he knows, and he’ll never forget it. not when it’s still fresh in his mind, not when the band around his finger is a solid reminder. “of course i do. you think i’ll forget something as important as that? thought you knew me better than that, princess.”

relieved, you smile, pulling him closer by the sleeves of his hundred-something-layer clothes. “of course,” you agree, holding out your hand where he can see the ring; it fits your finger perfectly now. “thank you for waiting.”

(rain heavy on his shoulders, hands clasped together, a ring box on the floor, kuroo whispering, “i want you for worse or for better,” rings glistening, your face wet not from the rain, “i would wait forever for you.”

the rings didn’t fit you both back then. but maybe he was right to keep it that way.)

a bit too cheesy for my liking but i hope it’s a good read nonetheless. thank you for reading! feedback is very appreciated! ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

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