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lvlyghost · 5 months

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Remnants

PAIRINGS: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

SUMMARY: You got hurt and Simon finds out.

WORD COUNT: 1.0k

TW: bruises, slight angst. reader missing simon. also fluff think that's it. lmk if i missed any. also poorly edited and not proofread. mind the english!🤭✨🤍

A/N: this is so self indulgent. embarrassing how much time it took to get out because i've had this idea for two weeks now. anyway enjoy!💛

Masterlist✨

Laying in bed until it was late was part of your daily routine when Simon was off on deployment. Too tired to even get up when he wasn't around to wake you at 7:00 a.m.

He was a morning person unlike you.

You remember the days he would drag you against him by the waist mumbling something about being too late to be in bed, to which you had groggily bit back and slapped his arm in a playful manner. Then he would be gone for months, leaving nothing but an empty bed and the absence of his deep voice to fill your ears. Feeling that made your eyes well with tears and your heart ache. What if I don't see him again? What if that was the last time I ever felt his touch?

Shaking your head you pull yourself out of the comfort of your shared bed, taking a quick bath before preparing yourself a nice breakfast.

Winter is starting to settle in and your favorite thing to wear is his black hoodie. The one that swallows you entirely. It smells like him, it's almost like being embraced by him.

"Come on don't cry now." rubbing your eyes with the hem of the sleeves. Traitorous, salty droplets spilling down. "Jesus." Taking a deep breath you calm yourself and the ache gradually stops.

The kitchen is somewhat cold despite the heater turned on. You watch as the coffee brews —the one he dislikes— you smile again although small. Barely a quirk of your lips at the thought of him looking intently at you as you take a sip and offer him one.

'Bloody incorrigible.' He had muttered.

But you had seen him smiling that day as well, as different as you both were from one another, the love you two held couldn't be denied, nor broken.

That's why when the front door creaks open your eyes widen, legs moving faster than your brain can register. Socked feet dragging across the wooden floor nearly slipping. Simon stands stall, the door closing behind him as he lowers the black duffel bag on the floor.

"Are you really back?" Your lower lip trembles, the emotion too heavy to hold it back.

"Come here, love." You lunge forward, collapsing against his body. Simon's quick to catch you with strong arms holding you. Bodies pressed together. He can finally let himself breathe. The smell of your home, the smell of that awful coffee you love, the aroma of your shampoo and perfume that drives him absolutely crazy. He pulls his mask off and his mouth is soon against your soft lips. Oh how he missed you. He missed this, his girl softly caressing his face standing on your tiptoes. Simon grumbled, when he feels the air shift and you pull back, his brown eyes glimmer with devotion.

"Don't worry there's tea for you. Plenty. I made sure of that for when you returned." He inhales deeply, kissing you once again on the forehead. Taking his hand you lead him to the kitchen to serve both the breakfast you've been working on. "How are the boys?" You ask taking two mugs out of the top cabinet.

"A bit more scarred than before but they're good." He comes behind you lingering close —too close— to your back. "Price wants a reunion. Told him I'd let you decide."

"You already know I'll say yes." He hums watching you pour some water in the kettle and waiting for it to boil. "Black or chamomile?"

"Black." You try to move around as much as you can with him caging you from behind. Giggling when he once again kisses you on the temple. "Alright, let me see you again..."

Simon grabs you by the forearm it's not hard, it's gentle but firm. Firm enough to hurt your neglected limb. You shriek, a loud 'no' leaves your lips as you stumble back and away from him, soothing the place where he had touched you. It hurt so much but you quickly regret your reaction knowing it'd spark something within him.

Simon's eyes go wide, then his brows furrow so hard you can see the small line that could leave a permanent mark on his forehead.

"What was that?" He growled. The distance you put between you and him is cut off by his long strides.

"It's nothing, I- I swear." You trail off, searching for an explanation. But he's smart and he won't let this pass.

Few things could make him lose his temper, you lying about your wellbeing was one of the top on the list.

"Show me." He demands and the way his eyes pierce through every part of you leaves no room for discussion.

Rolling up your sleeves you hold out your forearms. Simon's jaw clenches so hard you're certain he's cracked some of his teeth. Eyes set on your damaged limb; red and purple bruises on your skin. They're so fucking big and he has to remember how to breathe and control his emotions. "How?" His eyes shot back to yours, awaiting.

"I promise it's not what you're thinking Simon."

"Don't give me that. I asked you a question." he takes one of them careful not to press too hard as he brushes his thumb over one of them. Fucking hell. It's swollen.

"Just work Simon. I had to carry big boxes and you know I'm not that strong, that's it. So stop thinking the worst, yeah?"

Sighing he lets go of your arm, the anger slowly ebbs and he feels fucking tired. He thought the worst. No one could blame him, it was in his DNA.

"Next time let me know beforehand, bloody hell love."

You give him a quick hug.

"I still might have to have a talk with your cunt boss."

You snort.

"No you won't." You declare, motioning for him to follow back. "Tea's ready."

Oh, but he would definitely pay him a visit.

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b0nten · 4 months

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HOW ARE BABIES MADE?

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ ran, rindou, sanzu, takeomi, kakucho, mikey and izana being asked by their children how babies are made.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ reader is implied to be fem, reader is called “mother”, “mommy” etc. this was so fun to write!!! thank you anon for requesting <3 also, i used tenjiku&bonten characters but everything’s taking place in the final timeline.

RAN is definitely the type to try to explain the entire thing, without any second thoughts whatsoever. He’d definitely hear the question, and open his mouth but before gets to say ‘sex’ he feels a book flat against his head. “what do you think you’re doing?” you whisper-yell from the kitchen, curry udon long forgotten on the stove. “explaining to your daughter how she spawned into the world?” he answers, dodging another decor item that you aimed toward him. upon asking, dramatically and over-exaggeratedly of course, so offended because he just doesn’t know what he was doing wrong, you just stare at him. “we agreed to tell her when she’s 14. she doesn’t even know boys have dicks and you want to explain the entirety of sex and how it goes to her? do you even know how it works?” he sighs, defeated, “let’s go eat, sweetheart, i think i made mommy a lil mad.” he says, picking up his daughter, “that last part was uncalled for, by the way.” “suck it up, mr. club owner. ”

meanwhile, RINDOU simply freezes: “daddy, how are babies made?” what? excuse him? oh my lord, he did not expect this to happen this early. why the hell is his five year old son asking him about coital activity, right when you’re not around? fuck him (himself), fuck this situation, fuck you for not being around right now (both figuratively and literally). “you see! when… uhm.. when two people love each other and they kiss, they make a baby!” he mentally face-palms for what the fuck he just said. “so you can’t kiss girls until you’re twenty-one, yeah?” finally, thankfully, his phone rings, and thank the heavens it’s you. “oh my god, y/n—” “rindou, what did i just hear on the baby cam?” “haha, my love! funny story!!!!”

SANZU just goes feral. he’s having a fucking anxiety attack or whatever so he just texts you while your daughter asks her daddy about how babies are made.

TAKEOMI plays it safe, using the infamous stork. “and it just comes flying?” “yeah, it carries a little basket with its beak and gives it to us!” he smiles, playing into his baby girl’s fantasy. “you sound just like my parents.” you smile and his gaze averts to yours, from his seat on the living room carpet. “well, your own stories inspired me, because, to be honest, i was about to shit myself.” “daddy!” the little one yells, stretching out her palm, “1000 yen!” and her father exasperates “god put me out of this misery of only being an atm, you’re just like your mother. ow! what’d i deserve that punch for?”

KAKUCHO handles it like a pro. “papa.” one of his little girls walks up to him, younger twin following her right behind. “yes, pretty girl?” he straightens his back and crouches down, still sitting on the couch. “how are babies made, papa?” the shyer one asks and his face drops for a split second. “i promise to tell you when you’re older, right now it’s classified information!” he jokes, and the girls giggle. “now… who wants to watch doraemon!!” he does the jazz hands and the twins jump into his lap. not long after, you sit down next to them. “if i didn’t know any better, i would have said you rehearsed those lines from the moment you were born.” you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. he wraps an arm around you, chuckling, and kisses the crown of your head.

if there’s someone (who thinks they’re) escaping this question, it’s MIKEY. “ ‘tou-chan, how are babies made?” blond locks spin toward him, and the big eyes of his daughter look him up and down. “ ‘tou-chan?” she says again, a bit annoyed. mikey sacrifices the motorbike races he’s watching and looks back at her. “ask ‘kaa-chan, i’m not really good at biology.” he smiles when she jumps from her place and runs into your bedroom, where you’re blow-drying your hair. confident that he’s just dodged a bullet, manjiro returns to his priority — the tv. moments later you storm in, hair half wet, still in your bath robe with the kid in your arms, visibly furious. he knows he’s dodged a bullet but is about to get hit by a cannon.

IZANA is at the dining table doing some paper-work for tenjiku and you’re watching tv when your oldest marches into the kitchen, determined. “daddy.” the blond looks up, eyeing back at the spitting image of himself. “yes?” he answers, and you also look back to see what’s going on. slamming a big book on the table, the toddler points to the cover “how are babies made?” you burst out laughing and your husband snatches the book away, making you laugh hysterically. “where’d you find this?!” he questions, and his forehead is already soaked with sweat and he wants to bury himself into the ground. “your office.” he can’t believe his five year old son walked in there and just so happened to find this book: effective positions for baby-making. his cheeks redden and he scans the room to find you and request your help, but he’s greeted with the sight of you rolling around on the living room floor, trying to calm your laughter down. yay.

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berriblossom · 4 months

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Cold hands and warm love

[Date with Death : Casper x Reader] [i am positively obsessed with this man that he's making write again| spoilers for endings#3 btw and the story.]

There's something so oddly soothing watching Casper sleep with Azrael in his arms, all snuggled up without a care in the world. His ghostly white locks sprawled against your shared bed sheets. His eyes ever so softly flutteribg against his pale cheeks, the rays of sunlight dance across his face, almost creating his own personal golden hour.

You chuckled at the idea. Casper wasn't a huge fan of super bright things. Even when you managed to convince him to walk outside your apartment with you, he dons a pair of black shades and scowls at everything. Now that you think about it, he's even more like a black cat than anything, rather than a sign of bad luck but rather for his sassy attitude and his dislike for certain things.

As you quietly watch from your desk, with your pet sitting in the empty sunny spot of the bed, you think back to how long its been since tou winning the bet and being a somewhat embodiment of life while your sweet little now former Grim Reaper is the opposite.

Goodness, one small picture shouldn't hurt? Besides, Casper can't argue with how many not-so-sly pictures he has taken of you randomly as of late. Even changing his profile pick of you sleeping with Azrael while you napped on your bed after work. He tried fighting it off, saying he mainly picked the picture because Azrael looked so good in it while you just happened to be there....no other reason...(he said this while fighting off a flustered face while gazing back at the picture. He then denied making it his lockscreen too.)

You picked up your phone and began to open the camera feature and angle the camera to get the best picture possible. Hell you even move from the desk to hover slightly over Casper and your pet to get the best angle. "Stay right there pretty boy....just perfect..." you mumbled while snapping a few silent pictures. You went to adjust his snowy hair to move from his beautiful face. Just as you touch his cool face, sleepy red eyes flutter open and the iconic pout appears on the reapers face.

"Sunshine....what are you doing? Why do you have your phone like that..." Casper's eyes flutter as he fights off the sunlight beaming through the blinds, all while his sour pout turns into a playful one. Your pet scatters away while Casper tries to snatch your phone away to see the sneaky pictures you've taken of his sleeping figure.

"Ah ah ah! Nope, absolutely not pretty boy, if you can take pictures then so can I!" You shuffle off the side of the bed while Casper jumps up to grasp your hand and to get those pictures. You tease and weave yourself away from him and the bed, sitting on the edge you laugh at how pouty and upset Casper is.

His frustration only exceeded when you decided to flash him the adorable and beautiful picture of him in his sleeping form. As casper has told you before, reapers do not need to sleep or eat. But the idea that he was so comfy in your blanket and bed, cuddling Azrael closely. It just made you want to tease your little reaper to bits. Though sadly your teasing and fun was put to an end.

Suddenly, you felt two strong cold hands wrap around your torso and squeeze you gently. You could feel Caspers lips against your neck as he mumbked for you to please delete the picture. As adorable and pretty as he could be in those moments...the little rat decided to try and tickle you to get you to give uo your phone.

Luckily you were quick enough to slip from his grasp again(heh get it) and make your way back to your bed while cherishing your sweet victory. "Sorry casp, but you look too good! I might make this my profile picture on the chat room too!" His frustrated groans on embarrassment only fueled your decision.

"Sunshin pleeasseee....just....atleast make it your lockscreeb to while your at it...since you can't stop looking and staring at me. Just can't get enough, silly mortal.." ah his ability to bounce back is incredible as ever. But still it was fun while it lasted. Casper came to join you on the bed while bringing you back close to him...somethibg about "being warm." But you did not mind.

You'll never mind, your soul brings him warmth, his perfect heater if youll say. You chuckle as he scrolls through his camera roll whie trying to find a picture of you(an god awful one) to place as his profile picture on the chatroom. Yeah its going to be a long day. But you never minded.

#xoxokuki💜#kuki's writing #xokuki writes #xokuki blog #date with death #a date with death casper #a date with death #casper x reader #date with death x reader #date with death grim #i named my pet Bobi hes a hunny teehee

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minervamagicka · 9 months

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*Temporary GEOM Fix - Sideways Eyes (Adult/Elders Only)

*because this will become a slider, eventually.

→ Eye texture replacement in the previews by @rheallsim.

Download the fix & more info under the cut!

This is a quick and dirty replacement of the adult/elder horse head to move the eye meshes very slightly to make them look more correct. All animations/EA sliders/morphs work, but because of the replacement, there are sometimes noticeable, small white lines around the eyes. When this inevitably becomes a slider itself, this will no longer be a problem, and it's a byproduct of this being a GEOM replacement.

It'll be up to you to decide what bothers you more, the front-facing eyes or the occasionally-visible seam when up close!

Additionally, because the eyes are rotated slightly, animations where the horses move their eyes side to side might be a bit more extreme. I can't really do anything about that!

Will conflict with anything else that default-replaces the ahHead mesh. I don't think anything else does but that's y'all's disclaimer. This is compatible with all eye default replacements because it doesn't change any UVs etc.

This isn't under my usual TOU because all I did was literally rotate the eye meshes like, 15 degrees.

Credits: EAxis for everything, again I did like nothing to this mesh.

Download [SFS]

#ts4 #ts4 horses #ts4cc #ts4 cc #ts4 horse ranch #ts4 horse cc

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cringeborg · 2 months

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Thomas - an 1860s child's outfit (with matching pantalettes)

And another toddler dress! This one could work for most of the 1860s (1859-1868 or so). I had planned to take a short break from CC making to focus on my studies, but I guess I got a bit sidetracked by this adorable fashion plate. I'm pretty sure the child in that image is a boy (their hair is parted to the side as opposed to in the middle) but I could definitely be wrong.

Either way, I KNOW that the Thomas dress is intended for boys, since the buttons are on the right side and not the left side. But then again, this is the Sims and I don't think anyone cares about gendered button placement. So it's unisex. A little girl could wear this for sure. And if you DO care about the buttons, well, maybe that little girl has an older brother and it's a hand-me-down?

Note that since the pantalettes were designed to be compatible with this dress and this dress only, I can't guarantee that they'll work with any other dresses. Actually, I've only found ONE other compatible dress, and it's this one right here. I can confirm it looks incredibly cute with (and without) pantalettes.

BGC

Custom thumbnails

39 swatches (20 plain + 19 plaid)

Tagged as unisex

Dress can be found in the Short Dresses category

Pantalettes can be found in the Leggings category

Casual, Formal, Party, Hot Weather, Cold Weather

Polycount (Dress): 4602

Polycount (Pantalettes): 264

All LODs

Normal map (was gonna add a specular for the buttons but it refused to cooperate with me and I got fed up. Another day!)

Color tagged

Display index by decade

Disabled for random

Download .zip (SFS)

Alt Download (Mediafire)

My TOU

#my cc #ts4 historical #ts4 victorian #ts4 1850s #ts4 1860s #19c #sims 4 historical #sims 4 cc #ts4 cc #ts4cc #sims 4 custom content #historical cc #the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts4 #pf cc #pm cc #fullbody #acc

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viiiiiiiiiin · 1 month

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Okay so I have another cute zoro idea so hear me out reader has a crush on zoro but doesn’t think they are his type because their strength lies in more smarts rather then physical strength like let’s say they have a devil fruit power the allows them to avoid fights like maybe they can’t physically be hit because the can pass through any solid object so they never really focused on physical strength but since zoro is so obsessed with getting stronger they think oh he likes strong people aka people not like me little does reader know!! Also I LOVED THE OTHER REQUEST YOU WROTE FOR ME!!!!

Ghosted: Zoro x Reader

Includes: GN Reader , Zoro , a bit of Sanji , Reader's sister.

Info: Reader ate the Ghost - Ghost Fruit. This gives the user the ability to levitate and phase through objects. They can speak to the dead as well , and sometimes even absorb their power. The reader was imagined with a sister.

A / N: IM GLAD TOU LIKED IT ! I HOPE U LIKE THIS ONE AS WELL !! If you want a part 2 , lmk <33

You and Zoro had a strange dynamic. You were seen as best friends , but there always seemed to be something deeper down that nobody could put a finger on. You both were strong , but you never fought. You hated combat , but he didn't. You both seemed to be opposites , and still. You both were close.

You were more of a utility than a fighter. You would help with defense , strategy , and escape. You were the Strategist of the Strawhat Pirates , after all. People were unable to hit you , haki or not. To the crew , you were the brain and he was the brawn.

You both were almost never seen without one another , so one was bound to fall for the other. That just so happened to be you. You fell , and hard for that matter. You were infatuated with him , which everyone but him noticed.

However , you never tried to pursue him. In your eyes , he was strong as hell. He needed someone as strong as him , someone willing to fight. Someone who wouldn't drown the second they hit water , someone who could wield a sword as skillfully as him. You hated fights but he enjoyed them , so why would he like you ? That's what you told yourself.

He was strong and enjoyed being around people as strong as himself. It made you wonder , why did he hang around you ? You weren't strong. You hated combat. You were just a strategist , not a combat specialist. Because of this thought process , you never made an attempt to court him.

You usually talked about your issues with some souls that rested in your room. One of them being the soul of your past on sibling. On this day , you were ranting to her about how you felt.

"SisterName , he's strong. He loves a challenge ! He's one of the monster trio , and I'm not. I'm a strategist , Sistername. Why would he want someone as weak as me ?" Your face deflated as you fell into your bed. The color haired woman stood beside your bed and sighed.

"You know that's not true , Reader. Why would he be around you if he only liked strong people ?" She smiled softly and sat on the edge of your bed. Though she was there , no pressure was felt on your mattress. Not even a wrinkle was left in the place she resided in.

You groaned loudly and phased through your bed so that you were now resting on the ground below it. You whined , loud enough for her to hear. She laughed and rolled her eyes. "You're strong , Reader. You're strong in your own way. Don't forget that." She stood up from her place and sat down in front of where she once was. "Strength doesn't only lie within combat." She continued , laying on the ground to see you.

You sighed again and turned towards your sister. Your eyes met her glossed over white ones. You smiled gently and crawled out from under your bed. "Thank you , SisterName." You would've hugged her if you were able to touch her. You sat in front of her and watched as she nodded her head.

"Go talk to him , Reader. For now , I've got somewhere else to be. I'll be back. Love you , Reader. You know I'll always be here for you if you need anything." Her transparent hand patted your head , though you couldn't feel it. "Love you too , SisterName. Have fun." You watched as her ghostly form disappeared.

You took a deep breath and took a step outside of your dark room. You closed the door and started your long walk to the deck , thinking of the things your sister said to you as your feet slapped against the hard planks of the ground.

After what seems to be like forever , you reached the deck. Your eyes scanned the area in an attempt to find the green haired swordsman , only to be met with nothing. "Mosshead is in the crows nest." You heard from behind you. You turned around and saw a tuff of blonde hair. Sanji. You smiled kindly at the chef and nodded your head. "Thank you , Sanji." As the words left your lips , you began your walk to where Zoro was training.

Technically , you could've just floated up there and phased through the wall but you had some things to think about. What were you going to say ? How would you address your thoughts ? You were anxious , riddled with worry even. You took a deep breath as you approached the wooden door. You knocked twice then phased through the door.

The man in question was currently squatting with a weight that was half the size of the room. You knew he was strong , but DAMN. You stared at it , bewildered. Remembering what you came in for , you shook your head. "Oh. Hey , Reader." He spoke calmly , putting his weight down. It seems he just finished one of his sets.

He picked up a towel , throwing it around his neck as he picked up the bottle of water he brought with him. "Hey , Zoro. I have something to talk to you about." You spoke , a serious tone laced within your words. Zoro raised an eyebrow as he continued chugging his water. He leaned against the wall and placed his , now empty , water bottle on the ground. "Spit it out , Ghosty."

Your heart swelled a bit at the nickname , but you chose to ignore it for a bit. You took a deep breath and crossed your arms. "I'm . . I'm . . Iminlovewithyoubutiknowyoulikestrongpeoplesoiknowyouwontlikemeback." You spoke quickly , powers reacting to your anxiety. As you rambled and hid your reddening face , your body lifted from the ground and began to float around the room.

Zoro stared for a moment and laughed. "What ? Gonna need you to repeat that." You uncovered your face and gently placed yourself in front of him. "I'm in love with . . You . . But , uhm. I know you . . . Like strong people , so you don't have to say anything back." Your eyes closed tightly as you awaited his response , expecting harsh words to leave his lips. However , they didn't.

"As much as I like to fight , I don't JUST like strong people. You're tough , Reader. You can handle your own and I . . . love that about . . Uhm , you." His face was now reddening as he looked away from your color colored eyes. Your face lit up more and you turned your head.

"Just be honest , Zoro . . How do you feel about me ?" You spoke , a hint of sadness lacing your voice. His eyes turned to your form and softened. He sighed and sat on the ground.

"Fuck. I don't know how to express any feelings for you. But shit , Reader. You make my heart do weird things and -" He stopped and took a deep breath. "What I want to say is , I feel . . The same way." The last bit was spoken quietly , but you heard it. Your eyes lightened up as you ran up to him.

You threw your smaller arms around his muscular frame and smiled. "I'm glad , Zoro. Let's try not to keep things a secret again , especially feelings." You kissed his cheek and floated away from him.

He laughed and smirked at your words. "Deal."

#one piece #op #reader insert #x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #one piece x you #fluff #vixenwrites #vixens100followersspecial #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #zoro x reader #zoro #one piece fluff

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heich0e · 1 year

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the heart is but a winding road p.2 - shouto todoroki/f!reader (1.8k) fluff, pro-hero shouto todoroki is not good with kids (lying), natsuo is the most big brother that ever big brothered, someone pls give the poor assistant a raise, i truly believe that shouto hyperfixates on random things for a few weeks at a time and you cannot change my mind, also i promise the 𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 is coming.. i just need to set the mood first.

p.1 - YOU ARE HERE - p.3 - p.4 (upcoming)

“What was I like when I was five?”

“Uh, dunno? Guess you were kinda—hey!” Natsuo doesn’t even manage to finish his thought before something (apparently very pressing) on his end of their phone call distracts him. “Aoi! You little—get down from there! Motherf—“

Shouto listens to the chaos unfold with a completely unchanging expression.

“Tou! Talk to your uncle for a second. Your brother's gonna break his neck!”

There’s a scuffle, and before Shouto can so much as protest there’s a little voice greeting him on the other end of the line.

“Hi Oji-chan!” Touma, Natsuo’s 7-year-old, says cheerfully after having evidently been handed the phone.

He hears a little giggle and the sound of his brother squawking incoherently somewhere in the distant background on their side of the call. This is immediately followed by a series of very loud crashes and a panicked string of words which, even in his limited knowledge of childrearing, Shouto's fairly certain kids are not supposed to hear.

“Hello,” he greets his nephew curtly. “If your father’s busy, I can—”

There’s a bit more shuffling, some disgruntled grumbling and laboured panting, and then Natsuo is taking the phone again.

“Sorry, sorry,” the older man says breathlessly, and Shouto stares up at the ceiling over his sofa blankly. “Oh, okay, what were you asking about?”

“Me. When I was five.”

“Oh, yeah!” Shouto’s brother laughs. “Dunno. You were round, I guess? And pretty squishy.”

Shouto rolls his eyes. “That’s not what I meant.”

Natsuo laughs, loud and carefree like he always does. “Well, what did you mean, then?”

“What kind of stuff did I like?”

There’s a thread hanging from Shouto’s sleeve, and he fiddles with it while he speaks with his brother. It’s distracting, but he can’t quite grip the troublesome string to pluck it loose since he’s using his other hand to hold the phone to his ear.

Natuso hems and haws as he mulls Shouto's question over for a bit. “Soba and chewing on things, mostly.”

“I liked chewing on things when I was five?” Shouto’s reply is flat and unamused. He shifts to hold his cellphone between his shoulder and his ear as he lays back against the cushions of his sofa, snapping the string off easily once he has the use of both his hands.

“Yeah, you were always bite-y,” Natsuo replies simply.

The youngest Todoroki sighs. He rolls the thin bit of thread between his fingers for a moment, watching how the ends split and fray, then flicks it away disinterestedly.

“What’s all this about, anyway?”

There’s a significant amount of racket on Natsuo’s end of the call, but Shouto suspects that’s a fairly normal thing for his older brother’s home. What with two kids and more pets that Shouto can keep track of, there’s always pandemonium happening whenever he stops by to visit. He can’t help but think it’s a miracle that Natsuo managed to find anyone who would willingly subject themselves to that, let alone a partner as normal as the one he married.

“Nothing really,” Shouto mumbles. “Just curious.”

“Well, Yumi would remember that stuff better than I do anyway,” Natsuo chirps. “You could always ask her!”

“Yeah, thanks,” Shouto nods even though he knows his brother can’t see the gesture.

They end the call with vague plans to meet up for dinner the following week, though these plans often end up getting rescheduled or completely forgotten about in the stir of their busy adult lives. Once the line disconnects, Shouto is once more left staring up at the boring beige ceiling of his living room.

His apartment is always just a bit too cold. It’s been that way since the day he moved in. His hope in choosing such an upscale domicile had been that he wouldn’t run into issues like this one; it was newly constructed after all, and cost enough that things as simple as climate control shouldn’t be a problem. But no matter how much he fiddles with the thermostat, no matter the time of year, there’s always a chill that seems to linger in his quiet home.

He blinks up at the ceiling and listens to the pitter patter of rain outside.

It’s been raining for days now, with only the occasional break in the downpour that never lasts more than a few hours. His last four patrols have ended with him towelling off in the changing room at his agency, using his quirk to warm the terrycloth before he ruffles it through his drenched hair. His costume is fairly well-insulated, and repels the rain, but he still always feels so soggy by the time he gets home.

Suddenly, he thinks about a little yellow raincoat, and the thump of rubber boots.

Truthfully, Shouto’s not sure why he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about that strange encounter from a few days prior. The little boy in the yellow raincoat and the ill-fated, crumpled receipt.

Maybe it’s because he can’t remember the last time a kid was less excited to meet him.

Maybe it’s something else.

Shouto’s expensive sofa creaks as he pitches himself upwards, reaching out towards the tablet he’d left resting on the edge of his coffee table. He unlocks the device, and realizes he’d left it open to a news article about the Recycling Hero he'd been reading earlier in the day.

He’s been reading a lot about Reductro lately—just about any resource he can find. News articles online, press releases, pamphlets that environmental activists are handing out on street corners. Hell, half the hits on the the guy's Heropedia page from the past week were probably thanks to Shouto.

Just earlier that very day he’d even placed an order online for a copy of the Recycling Hero's newest book.

Reductro, Shouto recently learned, has dedicated his life’s work to inspiring meaningful environmental changes around Japan; he uses his quirk that is capable of breaking down plastics and other complex carbon compounds (as well as his doctorate in Ecology and Environmental Science) to make significant improvements to the climate and the country. The man has a way of speaking that’s neither overly sanitized nor pedantic and inaccessible; kids love him for his exciting way of talking about the environment and why they should care about it, but he's equally capable of putting on a suit and addressing a crowd of adults. Above all else, he seems to be truly passionate about the work that he’s doing–a conclusion Shouto has inarguably come to through his extensive research, and by watching just about every video he's managed to track down online.

He hates to admit it, but the guy is kind of… really cool.

He gets why Naoyuki was so obsessed with him.

Shouto taps around the surface of the tablet for a moment, pulling up an article about a documentary that Reductro is in the process of producing about microplastics. He scans through the article—making a mental note to look up when it will be coming out and see if his secretary can get him an early cut of it—when an image at the bottom of the article makes him pause. It’s a recent photograph that, according to the caption underneath, was taken only a few weeks prior when Reductro was giving a presentation at a local elementary school.

A little voice rings in the back of Shouto's mind, from a rainy day not unlike this one.

“He came to my school last week and he helps to get plastic outta the ocean!”

Naoyuki may have been a bit of a menace, but he was well-intended. And ultimately Shouto has him to thank for opening his eyes to the prestige of the Recycling Hero.

He stares at the image lighting up the screen in his hands for a moment, his eyes scanning over the name of the elementary school a few times as an idea begins to take shape.

He reaches instinctively for his cellphone.

“Good evening, Shouto-sama,” Shoto’s assistant and secretary, Takahashi, answers on the second ring—just like he always does. “Are you well?”

“Hi,” Shouto greets the man in a relatively abrupt manner, brushing off pleasantries for the sake of saving time. “How hard is it to find a kid?”

There’s a few beats of silence as Shouto’s question lingers over the line.

“Such as a missing person’s case?” Takahashi-san finally responds, though the usually proper and eloquent man sounds uncharacteristically baffled.

“No,” Shouto shakes his head. He thinks about his next words carefully. “If i know where a kid goes to school and his first name, could you track him down?”

“Track… him down?”

For all the hard-fought takedowns Shouto has made in his career as a hero, he sure is losing this battle.

“He’s not a criminal or anything,” Shouto explains, and Takahashi hums understandingly, but it sounds sort of like when an adult is placating a child. “I met him in the street the other day."

"I see."

Shouto knows he still doesn't get it, and he wracks his brain for a way to make this whole situation make sense, even though it doesn't.

"He’s… a fan.”

Lying is bad. Shouto knows this. He happens to pride himself on knowing the difference between good and bad, as a matter of professionalism. But Naoyuki is a fan, for all intents and purposes.

Just not his.

“Oh,” Takahashi-san sounds more at ease now with this half-truthful revelation, “very well. I don’t suppose it would be all too difficult to find the child’s information. I'm sure the school would be willing to forward contact information for a legal guardian if your office were to reach out on official business.”

“His mother," Shouto replies immediately.

“Pardon?”

“He, uh..."—Shouto fiddles with the tablet in his left hand—"The little boy. He was with his mother when I met him. She’ll remember me.”

“I see. Please forward me the name of the institution and I’ll reach out to the school administration first thing in the morning.” Takahashi has always been exceedingly competent, since the first day Shouto hired him. He’s a bit stuffy, and Shouto’s pretty sure he’s never seen him smile, but the young hero strangely admires the man's no-nonsense sort of antiquated way of doing things. “I assume you’re looking to send some sort of gift. Perhaps a signed poster? Some merchandise?”

“Yes,” Shouto says, nodding. Then he pauses. “But not mine.”

“Oh?” the man on the other end of the line—who Shouto now realizes is likely at home during his off-hours that he rudely interrupted—sounds puzzled again.

“Takahashi-san…” Shouto stares down at the tablet in his hands, still open to the article he’d been reading before he picked up his phone to make this call. “Have you ever heard of the Recycling Hero?”

#shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x you #shoto x you #shoto todoroki #bnha fic #bnha writing #writing

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callsign-novara · 3 months

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Stalker!Valeriax Reader pt.4

Spoiling you guys today with part four too! Readers pov.

Warnings: breif mention of Self offing, stalking, possession, fear, obsession, paranoia, swearing, eventual NSFW

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The next morning comes and you wake up with a jolt, expecting someone to be there, or for you to be somewhere else besides you bed. No, you were still in bed, I'm your home. Everything was fine at a glance.

Your bedroom door was open, which was definitely closed when you went to bed, but then again it have pets. Grabbing the knife beside you you trudge your way out of your bedroom and into the living area. Your front door is unlocked.

You Glance over it Not thinking about it for a second before it hits you. You definitely locked it, you checked three times, there's no way you didn't lock it.. Quickly locking it and searching the premises, you come to the conclusion that no one was in there...at the moment, but someone had been in your home making you feel nauseated.

Nothing looked to be taken, broken, or vandalized, but that was good right? Nothing was taken or broken..so you had all your belongings and stuff, but the unease came crashing down harder because if tou didn't have something that El Sin Nombre wanted, then they probably wanted you. Your hands shook and your breath was caught in your throat.

Phone in hand, you text the only person you know might be able to help, and old friend. But when you open your phone, it's open to your camera roll. Not unusual, you liked taking pictures, looking back on old memories. A bit of distraction would be nice. Scrolling through your images you see photos of your pets, your kitties playing, your dog as a small puppy, your family, selfies with you and your friends, pictures of lists, reminders, work papers, texts, random things. You smile seeing a photo you too a few days ago, one of your cat laying on your chest. That was the last photo on the camera roll.

Or so you thought.

Scrolling once more your heart drops, staring at the image you refuse to believe is real. It can't be, right? But the proof infront of you denies your helpless wishes. The photo is of you. Sleeping. A photo where your peacefully sleeping, body tangled up in the soft sheets of your bed. The knife on the bedside, note in trash and the rose next to where your phone should be.

The photo is close to you, to the point where the person, who you know is probably Sin Nombre or their henchmen, is standing close to the bed that they're lurking right above you. Your heart pounds as you take in the photo over and over and over again. Breaths are ridged, and your hands shake and the nausea hits you in heavy waves that make you dizzy. A thousand thoughts rush through your mind. What should you do? Can you leave?

You could try to leave Las Almas, get out of México entirely, but you know that if you tried Sin Nombre would know and stop you with their henchmen lurking in every corner. You could wait it out, seclude yourself in the apartment and order extra locks, blackout curtains, self defense things, but what good would that do against someone like Sin Nombre?

Or, you could end it all. A death by your own hand would be better than whatever Sin Nombre is planning to do to you. Shaking your head, you brush off the last thought. You couldn't do that, no. You had to survive this. You just needed a plan, and a damn good one at that. For now, you'll stay here, knife clenched in your hand, waiting for your friend to reply, sitting in bed waiting.

#lesbian #cod #cod x reader #cod mw2 #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza #wlw #call of duty x reader #dark romanticism #obsessive love

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tommydarlings · 1 year

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Tous les mêmes | t.w

pairing: toto wolff x reader

warnings: none

w/c: 0.9k

summary: You absolutely hated it when men raised their voice at you, what was pretty much your fathers fault… you really though that it would be different with toto but let’s be honest, what did you expect when you started dating a man that could be your father.

song suggestion: tous les mêmes by stromae

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You hated it when people yelled at you. You despised it. Especially when men were the ones that were doing it, thinking they can yell at you wherever and whenever they want because you are such a tiny and almost breakable little women that never opens her mouth.

You especially hated it because it always reminds you of how your father yelled at you back then.

His voice was always loud and deep, sometimes you still hear it ringing in your ears and just hope that it’s gonna go away as quick as it came. He never touched you or harmed you in any physical kind of way but definitely mental.

As soon as you left your father, you thought that it would stop. That you would never need to hear and face a man yelling at you ever again but your love life had different plans.

No man ever hit you or generally raised his hand, but definitely his voice. You were yelled at, cursed at, and other not really enjoyable things in the past from your ex-boyfriends and you thought that it would be different with him but let’s be honest… stromae was right with his song 'tous le memes', they are really all the same.

And also… what did you expect when you started dating a 51 year old man that could actually be your father. Of course it reminds you of him then but you were always a bit to oblivious and dumb when it came to loving someone, especially older man.

You bit your lip while tears blurred your vision as you looked up at your way taller boyfriend, hands grabbing your shirt in a rather tight grip. You were really angry and you couldn’t be angry at someone, especially the man that you love, without being on the edge of crying.

“Y/n! For the last time, I know Sandra for years, okay?! Longer than you!” Toto yelled at you from across the kitchen. You only shook your head, bottom lip already trembling.

Toto obviously noticed that, “Do not cry right now little one, you have no right to cry now.” He quickly told you with a tiny grin on his lips.

He was even smiling.

You gulped, “A-Are you serious Toto? It doesn’t matter!” You usually never raised your voice but you felt like you couldn’t hold it back anymore. “You were talking to her way more than to me!”

Your angry boyfriend sighed loudly, “What should I talk about with my own girlfriend that I’m seeing everyday, y/n!” He shouted at you from across the room.

You felt the first couple of tears sliding down your cheeks, eyes still focused on how his jaw was clenching and how his furious eyes were starring at your trembling figure.

Did you already mention that you hated men yelling at you? Probably.

“I-I don’t know-”

“Look!, you don’t even fucking know yourself y/n!” He said in a really uncomfortably loud tone. Finger angrily pointing at you.

You choked back a sob, bottom lip now trembling even more whilst your fingers were still clenching the bottom of your oversized T-shirt that was actually his bit you kind of wished it wouldn’t be his right now.

You were looking like a child getting yelled at for eating the candy that you weren’t supposed to eat because you’ve already had enough and Toto knew that.

“Like c'mon little one, don’t argue with me about utter bullshit, you know that I hate that.” He argued, voice now a bit quieter but still filled with anger and probably also slight hatred. You nodded, not knowing what else your supposed to do,

“I'm s-sorry.” You sniffled, tears not really stopping as your head hang low.

You raised your hand and wiped some of the tears away as new ones were already making their way down your cheeks again but then you felt two big hands grappling your wrist and pulling your hands off of your face.

You raised your head again and looked up at your still kind of angry looking boyfriend but now with a tiny not so mean grin on his face. The older man lowered your arms and grabbed your cheeks with his big hands, thumbs now wiping your tears away.

He sighed, “It’s okay y/n baby, it’s okay.” Toto muttered quietly while he was rubbing your back. You drew your gaze up to the way taller man infront of you and went on your tippy toes, leaning forward. He chuckled,

“Oh come here.”

He said to you before his hands got a hold of your hips and picked you up, carrying you now and leaning forward to capture your lips in a lovely kiss, thumbs stroking your skin.

You smiled into the kiss before you wrapped your arms around his neck. Toto also smiled, fingers squeezing your flesh. You squealed and briefly broke the kiss before you went in for another one as you felt him making his way up to the stairs.

“I am so sorry that I yelled at you baby, I know you hate that.” He apologised while he opened the door to the bedroom.

You retreated your lips from his and looked at him, “it’s okay-”

“No it’s not little one and you know it.”

You didn’t say anything, instead, you leaned forward and kissed him again, hands now intertwining themselves into the roots of his soft short hair.

“I love you so much.” Toto mumbled quietly before you two went on kissing. “I love you too.” You quickly told him as your kissing got a bit rougher and faster, both of you losing themselves in each other.

#fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #toto wolff mercedes #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff #Toto Wolff Angst #Toto Wolff fluff

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kissesforsatoru · 2 years

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okay this is lowkey dark but?? how would you think dazai would react to his captive darling trying to unalive herself? would it give him a wake up call? would he punish her? get softer/more doting with her?? idk idk i was thinking about it like he wants to protect her from everything, and now he has to protect her from herself? aaaa

𓏲 ˖. pairings. . . dazai x reader

𓏲 ˖. summary. . . dazai reacting to his darling committing suicide

𓏲 ˖. warnings. . . suicide, death, drugs, general yandere themes

dazai is absolutely the kind of yandere who's afraid of losing his darling, so he's taken every precautionary mesure to makes sure that doesn't happen. he would do anything if it meant you were safe and in his arms — and he honestly thought he did that, because he never could've imagined you would be a threat to yourself.

his stomach drop when he saw you lying on the floor, unconscious and with a pill bottle in your hand. he cursed as he fell down over you, slapping your face gently a couple of times to see if you'd wake up. when he got no response, he placed his head on your chest and he actually cried.

the thought of losing you made him sick to his stomach — he nearly vomited as he held onto you like you'd just disappear if he let go. the only thing that kept him from having a full on break down was the faint beating of your heart. he knew that if he didn't get tou medical attention right away you might actually die, but he just needed to hold you close for a little bit longer.

when you woke up, he was next to you, holding your hand and resting his head on your stomach — looking at you with a sad, broken gleam in his eyes. but when he noticed you were awake, he quickly sat up and held you face in his hand, careful to be as gentle as possible because he was so afraid of hurting you.

"i'm so sorry," he whispered, on the verge of tears again. "i'm so, so sorry, sweetheart... i never wanted to hurt you, i just... i wanted to keep you safe." he pulled your body against him, listening to your steady breathing — proof you were alive and okay. he felt relief when you hesitantly placed your hand on his back.

dazai will definitely change after this incident. he'll be gentler, softer, sweeter, more considerate towards you and your feelings. he'll still be clingy, especially after almost losing you, but if you're feeling overwhelmed he'll back off a bit. he'll control his bad tendencies as much as he can for your sake, and things are generally just much better between the two of you.

not everything changes though. you're still held captive, in fact he he's even more restrictive than before. locks everywhere. cabinets, doors, windows. and anything potentially dangers that you could use to hurt yourself is taken away too. he'll make sure you never get the chance to try leaving him ever again.

in the case that your suicide attempt succeeds, dazai will go through extreme withdrawl. he'll close himself off from the world, lose sleep, rarely eat, things like that. and when the pain of losing you gets too unbearable, he'll kill himself too. the same way that you did because he wants to feel as close to you as possible when he dies.

#yandere bsd #yandere #bsd anime #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere dazai #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere dazai x reader #yandere dazai headcanons #yandere bsd x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere dazai heacanons #bsd dazai #bsd dazai osamu #dazai x you

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rinrinx2 · 1 year

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Part two of rim and s/o taking care of their son and introducing him to bonten members and him following his mom like a baby chick

Thank tou an happy holidays

Hope you like it ♡

Bento Box Delivery

Rindou x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Slice of life, Bonten Bribing, language.

Rindou and Renzo Masterlist

"Why we visiting daddy" Renzo blubbered out while his hand squeezed down a little bit tighter onto yours as the two of you quietly stood in the elevator.

"Because his been so busy lately. Don't you think it's a nice idea to bring him lunch when his so busy" you answered looking down at Renzo with a soft gaze.

Renzo starred back at you nodding with in agreement with a small smile beginning to stretch across his chubby features.

Renzo was now three, his was finally able to talk in full sentences even if they missed a few words you were still able to decipher what he was saying.

Your little son was growing up so fast, and with every mile stone you passed with him you'd hope to teach many important values along the way.

Today you had decided to teach him to care for the well being of others and what better way then having him bring lunch to his overworked father.

"You ready?" You asked as the elevator came to a stop.

Renzo gave a firm nod as he let go of your hand and stepped out of the elevator with you following behind.

You watched as your son strode with confidence down the empty corridor halls.

Not quiet sure of where he was walking towards, or at what door to stop at but he still walked with his head held high as if he had walked down these corridors numerous times before.

"Stop at the next door, Renzo" you quietly called out.

Renzo came to a quick stop, when the next door appeared.

When you reached the door you dropped down to Renzo's level, handing him over the bento box you had prepared.

"This is daddy's office you'll give him his bento box" you said looking into Renzo's eyes that quickly fell down to look at the bento box in his hands.

He starred down at the box for a moment before looking but up at you with a gapped tooth smile.

"Okay mommy" Renzo said cheerfully.

You ruffled the small boys hair as you began to stand to your full height, gently pushing the office door open.

There Rindou sat at his desk, hunched over starring down at paperwork, not noticing your appearance and least of all Renzo's.

Renzo quickly put on his confident persona as he waddled over to where Rindou sat unaware.

"Delivery!" Renzo said as he held up the bento box over his head.

You giggled hearing the small boys words, how he heard learnt the to say delivery was beyond you but you still found it so cute.

Rindou's attention quickly snapped away from the his paperwork at the sound of Renzo's voice, now looking down at the little boy.

"Oh wow! Delivery for me?" Rindou faked a gasp as he took the bento box from Renzo's hands and placed it on his desk.

"How will I ever pay for this?" Rindou asked as he picked Renzo up and placed him on his lap.

"I have no money, will tickles do"

But before Renzo could reply Rindou already began to tickle the young boy.

Renzo's laugh filled the whole of Rindou's office.

"We thought we'd bring you lunch" you said as he now stood by Rindou's desk.

"Mommy said it's important we look after you Daddy or you die" Renzo said dramatically emphasizing the word die, causing Rindou to laugh.

"You're right I will die if you don't look after me Renzo. Thank you" Rindou said placing a kiss upon the small boys head.

"And thank you too, baby" Rindou said pulling on your hand for you to come down and kiss him.

"Now let's eats" Rindou said reaching for his chopsticks, but just as Rindou was about to eat his office door came swinging open again.

"Is that a baby I hear?!" Ran yelled out causing Renzo to quickly jump out of his father's lap and run into his uncles arms.

"Uncle Ran!" Renzo giggle as he crashed into his uncles arms.

"I missed you so much buddy" Ran said picking up his nephew swinging him back and forth.

"Hey (Y/N)-chan" Ran yelled over towards you.

"Hi Ran" you replied back now walking over to where Ran stood.

"How about Mommy and I show you around the office while your daddy stuffs his mouth like a monkey"

"Yes!" Renzo cheered in agreement.

"I don't stuff my mouth like a monkey" Rindou said.

"You do. Let's go Renzo and (Y/N)-chan" Ran said grabbing your hand as he dragged you both you and Renzo out of Rindou's office.

Ran put Renzo down on the floor, letting him trailed ahead of the two of you.

"Wow his gotten so big" Ran said to you.

"I know, he doesn't want Rindou to hold his hand anymore when we're in public"

"His already finding Rindou embarrassing, he really is my nephew" Ran cooed.

"Over here buddy" Ran called out, opening another office door.

Renzo quickly ran into the office not knowing who it belonged to.

When Renzo entered the office he was surprised to see a man with black hair and a scar that traveled from his eyes down his cheek.

Renzo was quickly taken aback now waddling back to you, clinging onto the hem of your dress.

"Did I scare the Lil man?” Kakucho asked as he got up from his desk walking over to where you and Ran stood.

"Kakucho you'd scare anyone with that mean mug of yours" Ran commented.

"Thanks Haitani" Kakucho said as he rolled his eyes.

"Hey (Y/N)" Kakucho greeted before he dropped to his knees to look at the small child hiding behind your figure.

"Hey Renzo, you look so much like your daddy" Kakucho said with a smile causing the small boy to become less nervous, and within a minute the once shy boy was now hanging onto Kakucho blabbering on about elephants he saw on a TV show.

"Kakucho, do you have a stapler?" Sanzu said as he eyes were glued to the papers in his hands.

"It's on my desk" Kakucho said, as Sanzu head finally looked up trying to see the stapler but was met with the smaller version of Rindou in Kakucho's arms.

"Is that mini Rin" Sanzu said coming over to Kakucho to see the small boy.

"Hi small Rindou" Sanzu greeted to Renzo, but the small boy quickly became shy again burying his face into Kakucho's chest.

"Well he certainly doesn't have that boastful Haitani arrogance, thank god" Sanzu said.

"Don't be a dickhead" Ran said looking over at Sanzu with daggers.

"Mind your language" Takeomi said as he now to entered Kakucho's office.

"The last time you swore like that the first word the Lil guy said was F U C K" Takeomi said spelling out the last word in attempts to not upset you while you nodded in his direction.

"What a buzz kill" Ran said now also walking over to where Kakucho stood holding a shy Renzo who refused to peak his head out of Kakucho's chest.

"I think Renzo wants to go to (Y/N)" Kakucho said, walking over towards you placing the small shy child in your hand.

You placed Renzo on the ground, feeling as he quickly shifted behind you.

The few bonten members watched as Renzo waddled behind you as you walked over to Kakucho's desk to get a tissue.

"His like a lil penguin" Sanzu said watching as Renzo moved side to side to keep up with you.

"Why is everyone congregating in Kakucho's office you know if you're here doing nothing no money will be made- " Koko said but was quickly cut off when he saw Renzo trailing behind you.

"Is that Renzo" Koko said dropping to his knees arms wide open, watching as the small boy saw him.

Renzo ran into Koko's arms quickly forgetting how shy he was moments earlier.

"Of course he remembers the man with the money" Sanzu commented rolling his eyes.

"You miss me?" Koko asked Renzo, to which Renzo nodded in agreement.

"You play with the truck I bought you last week?"

"Yes" Renzo said shaking his head to Koko's question.

"You bribed him to like you by getting him a truck" Takeomi said.

"That's not fair" Ran said now walking over towards Koko.

"You can't buy a child into liking you" Kakucho said.

"Well I did" Koko said tickling Renzo.

"Uncle Sanzu has lots of money too, Renzo. You want three more trucks" Sanzu said.

"Well, Uncle Kakucho will get you a plushie elephants that's the size of a real one" Kakucho said.

"Uncle Takeomi will buy you a zoo, Renzo" Takeomi said.

"Uncle Koko will buy you a private beach with alot of animals on that you can drive around in a truck" Koko said.

"Well Uncle Ran will get your mommy to make your bedtime later" Ran chimed in.

And before you knew it the small boys shy attitude was quickly replaced with the office men were presenting him bribes in return for his affection

"Hey I finished the food" Rindou said walking into Kakucho's office now standing beside you.

"What's going on here" Rindou asked watching as half of Bonten stood around Koko holding Renzo.

"They're trying to bribe Renzo to like them" you replied watching as Ran slipped 10, 000 yen into the small boys hands.

"Good thing Mochi and Mikey is on that mission otherwise they'd give him whatever he wanted" Rindou said.

"It seems like Sanzu already beat them to it, apparently there's going to be an elephant coming over to our house on Saturday for a private show for Renzo" you said with a giggle.

"What?!"

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run-clever-boy · 4 months

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Hey lovely author! I was wanting to make a request for Fred Weasley if that's alright! I was wondering if it could be like, based on the song Older by 5 seconds of Summer! If not that's ok, maybe it could be like the reader (she/her) is a Ravenclaw and she's never had a first kiss. She is best friends with Fred and George. She is in love with Fred, and he loves her too. They both kind of know but have been dancing around it and then something happens and he's her first kiss! You don't have to do this if you don't want to I understand! Have a wonderful day/night!💛💛💛

OMG! My first request and I love the idea so much! I’m so sorry this has taken me a bit but I wanted it to be perfect! I added a little angst spin on it, but if you want a shorter more wholesome version, pls let me know :) P.S. I had never heard this song before and now I’m OBSESSED. I have so many ideas for this so if you want me to write another I would be happy to!

Older - Fred Weasley

Fred Weasley x Fem!Ravenclaw!Reader

Warnings: Little jealousy, all fluff!

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You and Fred have known each other a very long time and you have a crush on him for years. When the Yule Ball comes around, he asks Angelina Johnson to go with him. Little do you know, that’s not who he wanted to ask.

"Y/n! It's filch! Come on!" Fred says as he grabs your hand. You run, guided by the man dragging you down the hallway. The portraits wizz by as you chase the red headed brothers around the victorian hallways, sparing glances behind you to make sure you are evading a boil covered filch.

You were a year younger than the twins. Shortly after you were sorted, you were trying to find Ravenclaw tower when you finally gave up and asked the help of a tall red headed boy leaning against the wall.

"I'm so sorry, I can't seem to find my way around" you started "do you happen to know where Ravenclaw tower is?"

He smiled politely, "I'm afraid I can't help you, see I'm a Gryffindoor myself and still barely know my way around."

You looked down sheepishly "oh, sorry to bother you..." you started to walk away in no particular direction

"Wait, hey!" he shouted. You turned around on your heel to see him walking towards you.

"Sorry I just realized I never asked your name" He stuck out his hand "I'm Fred Weasley, at your service" you shook his hand and he bowed down eccentrically, making you giggle.

"Y/n y/l/n, pleasure to meet you" you returned his bow with an eccentric curtsey and he laughed to himself.

"Lets see if I can help you find where you are going, y/n"

That night, you walked around lost for at least 2 hours laughing and talking when you finally arrived at the door.

"You have to meet George, y/n!" he said as walked you up the stairs toward the common room.

"It seems so! If he's anything like you, we will get along just fine! Oh-" you slapped your head "of course he is gonna be like you, he's your twin brother!"

You both chuckled and he made you pinky promise that you would meet him and george in the great hall the next day. You went to your dorm and went to bed, thinking about how you haven't laughed so much in years.

That was 5 years ago. You three had been inseparable ever since that night. You stayed at the burrow last summer and met their family. You had felt more at home there than you ever have with your own family.

You realized that you couldn't ever be without either of the twins, but Fred especially. You realized your massive crush on him as a second year, but you didn't want to ruin the amazing friendship you two had grown into. You said this year that you were going to tell him, really tell him how you felt. Then again, you said you were going to do it last year too.

You finally stop running when you hit the entrance to gryffindoor tower, painfully aware of how Fred still had a hold of your hand. You let go quickly and look down to hide your embarrassment. You lean against the wall, heaving to catch your breath.

"We need to go to bed, the first task of the tournament is tommorow. Do you still need help getting bets?" you ask. Many students were betting on who would win the first challenge of the tri-wizard tournament. Of course, the twins decided to make money off it.

"We already have 50 bets placed!" George said enthusiastically.

"Yeah, we are gonna make a mint off this!" Fred agreed.

"Go to bed, goofballs" you say looking each of them in the eye. "Don't get caught!" you call out as head toward your common room for the night.

"We won't!" they say in unison.

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You lean on your arm as you see the last of the student's trickling into the big empty space. All the heads of the Hogwarts houses were supposed to teach us all… something, but no one knew what. You chatted with the 4th year you've become good friends with, Luna Lovegood.

You look up just in time to see professor Flitwick dragging a gramophone double the size of himself into the large room.

"Luna, any idea what this is about?" you asked, breaking her out of a trance.

"Maybe they finally listened to my idea of using music to keep the nargles away. They are everywhere this time of year you know" Luna says in her usual dreamy voice, proceeding to go back into deep thought. In all the time you’ve known her, you still didn’t know what a nargle is.

“Attention! Attention Ravenclaw students!” Flitwick squeaked out. “I have been asked to share another tradition of the Tri-wizard tournament with you all today….” He paused for a moment before clarifying “A dance!”

All students turned and murmured in excitement. Hogwarts had never had a dance so long as you had been there. Your mind wandered to the twins, wondering if they were hearing the same thing. Knowing them, they already figured out a way to profit off it.

“Attention!” Flitwick squeaked once again. “So as not to embarrass ourselves, we will be practicing our dancing during this time. Please find a partner, and I will teach you how to do so properly!”

Everyone around you gets up and starts heading toward someone, even Luna. You didn’t know many boys in your own house so you found one of the other 5th years you knew from potions. You spent the hour or so trying not to step on his feet while he was trying to do the same. By the end of it, you had laughed with him a bit and promised to help him write one of professor Snape’s awful essays.

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“Y/N!!!!” You hear someone shout from the other end of the hallway. You look up from your book to see Fred and George running at you. You just stay there until you realize they aren’t stopping. You try to move out of the way when Fred and George both pick you up.

“Put me down!! You know I hate it when you do that!” You whine.

“Sorry Y/n, couldn’t resist seeing your face” George says.

They set you down on your feet and you go over to the bench you were sitting on before the rude interruption. You put a bookmark in your book and stuff it in your bag.

“Reading? At a time like this?! Merlin’s beard y/n, you should be out getting a date to the ball!” George says as he snatched your book bag from you.

“Isn’t it more customary for the boys to ask the girls George? And for god’s sakes stop holding my book bag over your head! I have homework to do!” You say as you jump for the book bag you can’t reach. “Speaking of which, why are you two coming to bother me if you have dates to go get?” You ask. You felt your heartbeat quicken. You were hoping with everything in you that Fred would ask you to go.

“Well I already have a date” George starts “It’s dear Freddie here that needs some help!” He hands your book bag down to you and you all start instinctively walking towards the great hall for dinner.

“Is that right? Something stopping you from turning up the charm Fred?” You tease, trying to get an answer out of him.

“You first y/n!” He teases back, nudging you with his elbow.

“I have to go talk with Luna, talk to you guys after supper?” You ask.

“Deal!” The twins say in unison as they walk to Gryffindoor table.

Maybe if you got the time after dinner, you could ask Fred to the ball. If you could get over your nerves that is. Ravenclaw is clever, but not always the bravest. You were hoping Luna could help you figure out a plan.

“Just ask him straight forward, y/n. You’ve known him for years, something like that couldn’t end a 5 year long friendship.” Luna said. You knew she was probably right, but your nerves made the advice hard to follow.

“Okay, I’m gonna do it!” You told her nervously.

The end of the dinner hour just came and you were supposed to meet with the twins. You could feel your throat close up. Your heartbeat was in your stomach.

“Now or never” you mutter to yourself.

“Hey wait up!” You called after the twins.

Now or never

They didn’t hear you and kept walking around the corner where you normally met after dinner. They looked like they were having a heated conversation. You have seen the twins argue, but this looked different.

You stopped behind a pillar. Far away enough that they couldn’t see you, but close enough to hear them.

“Fred what were you thinking!” You heard George say. “She would’ve said yes you bloody idiot!”

“You don’t know that!” Fred quipped back.

They both looked around making sure no one was there.

“Why did you ask Angelina to the ball?! Are you mad?!” George said angrily

Your heart dropped.

He asked Angelina to the ball.

He asked Angelina Johnson to the ball.

Tears welt up in your eyes. You tried your best not to sniffle in order to give away that you were listening. You slid down on the wall and sat on the floor, not daring to do anything else. Just for a moment, you look around the corner.

“You have liked Y/n for years Fred! Merlin…” George trails off.

“I know…” Fred replied, looking down at his shoes in guilt. “What do I do now?”

“I don’t know.” George said solemnly. “Where is she anyway? She was supposed to meet us after dinner…” He stopped as he locked eyes with your tear filled ones. You got up as quick as you could, fleeing across the hallway. “Y/n wait!” George called out to you.

You could barely hear anything. Adrenaline running so fast everything was muffled. You looked back only to realize you left your bag where you were hiding earlier. Fred ran to pick it up just as you ran to get it.

“Y/n, y/n please” Fred started

“No it’s fine, I’m over reacting” You laughed dryly through your tears, not looking Fred in the eye as you grabbed your bag. “Please, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have ease dropped, I’m just gonna go to bed”

You grabbed your things and fled to your house. You were sitting on your bed when it all hit you. This wasn’t the end of the world, but you couldn’t stop crying. You rolled over and just tried to get some rest. You could deal with this tomorrow, but tonight it was too much.

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You hadn’t spoken to Fred since then. You would exchange awkward ‘Hello’s and ‘How are you’d, but not like you used to.

George came by the next morning to check on you and brought you coffee for your early morning class. He clearly felt sorry for you and apologized for everything.

“You can’t apologize for something that never was, George. But I appreciate you trying”

Now it was time to walk into that ball. You decided to go alone and meet up with friends there. Your dress was a beautiful blue gown. A dark blue bodice topped the dress as the long sparkling material became a lighter blue as it went down. You couldn’t imagine anything better to represent you and your house, except for maybe someone to appreciate it.

You descended the large steps in the great hall as your dress flowed with your delicate steps. You waltzed into the winter decorated hall, amazed at the time and care they had taken for this. You caught a lot of attention, but you could only notice Fred’s eyes on you. His mouth parted slightly as he looked at you and nudged George with his arm. He looked at you with amazement in his eyes as well.

You found your friends at a table in the corner of the hall. You made jokes and laughed a lot more than you expected to, but still felt sick to your stomach. The food served on the table looked delicious, but just as you were going to dive in you watched Fred take Angelina to the dance floor. Suddenly you weren’t very hungry anymore.

Hours passed and you were on the dance floor with your friends, dancing to some fast paced tune you didn’t recognize.

“Y/n, we are going to get some fresh air!” They yelled over the loud music “Wanna come?”

“I think I’ll just grab some punch and sit down for a bit, you guys go ahead!” You yelled back, fighting to get out of the crowd. You headed toward the punch table and grabbed a glass. You then sat in the deserted corner you had been sitting in earlier. You watched as the crowd dwindled down, and more and more left with their dates.

You found a somber looking Fred talking to Angelina. He kept fiddling when he was talking, which you found odd because he was never nervous. She put a hand on his shoulder and muttered what you could barely read as ‘I understand’. You then watched as Angelina walked away from Fred, leaving the hall. As if on cue, the song switched to a much slower melody. One that you recognized. One of your favorite muggle songs was playing.

I don't wanna get older Without your head on my shoulder On the day that you leave me I'll forever be bleeding, love

He crossed the room straight towards you. You set down your glass and prepared to get up when you saw him almost run to get to you.

“Wait please y/n don’t leave” He pleaded. You turned around standing right in front of him. “I told her to leave.” He breathed out.

“What?” You asked.

“I told her to leave, Angelina” He said almost as if he was out of breath. “I told her that I needed to go with you, and that if I didn’t do this… I would regret it for the rest of my life.”

You stood there, shocked. Your eyes ran him over. He had brand new dress robes and his hair gelled back. You could hear him swallow hard, waiting for you to react. He instead extended his hand.

“Dance with me?”

“Always” you breathed out, taking his hand.

He took your hand and guided you out to the dance floor, spinning you around the face him and putting his hands on your waist. You put your arms around his neck and rested your head on his chest. You could feel the vibrations as he hummed the melody to the soothing song.

As forever comes closer Hope the world will spin slower I don't wanna get older

You held onto him like it was the last thing you would ever do. Your bodies rocked side to side, the natural feeling of you two together overwhelmed you. You raised your head from his chest to look into his eyes and he raised one of his hands to cup your cheek.

Our love is tailor-made But we let the edges fray Your wicked smile, it says it all Mixed with my sad and cynical

“I love you, Freddie” You say, barely above a whisper.

He leaned down and brought his mouth to your ear “I love you too, y/n.”

He raised his head just enough so that your noses were touching. He started to lean forward when you stopped him.

“Freddie I’ve never…” You looked down, feeling a wave of shyness.

He took his hand and raised your chin. “May I do the honors?” He said sweetly. You nodded.

Before you knew what happened he tilted his head and gently touched his lips to yours. Time froze and you just stayed in that moment forever, the contact taking the breath from your lungs immediately. You were drawn back to reality as he broke the contact, but lingered around very close to you.

You tangle one hand in his fiery red hair and pull him slightly closer and make contact again, more confident this time. You could feel him smile into the kiss. Eventually you broke to breath once again.

“What took you so long?” You tease him. A smile brightening up both of your faces as you buried your head in his chest again.

I don't wanna get older Without your head on my shoulder On the day that you leave me I'll forever be bleeding love As forever comes closer Hope the world will spin slower I don't wanna get older I don't wanna get older

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svngiem-remade · 1 year

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Okay so I saw your prompts and I just had to ask- could you do prompt 6 with Jisung? I'm thinking like friends to lovers.. if you get where im going with this. Whatever spice tou out into it is fine with me!!

I get if yiu have other things to tend to, so please take your time!! ×•×•

DISTRACTION | hjs

🧸 pairing. han jisung + afab!reader

synopsis. even feeling as exhausted as you were from the stressful, long shifts at your new job, missing your weekly barbecue with your friends was never an option— how would you be able to freely ogle at your best friend otherwise?

🌙 wc. 1.6k | au. idol!au; friends to lovers; smut

smut warning: public grinding and grabbing, semi-public foreplay, car sex/foreplay, oral (m & f receiving), han stares at readers' boobs a lot (sorry, I just love boobs lmao), deepthroating, palming.

6. "It's…really distracting when you do that."

The sound of your friends happy chatter and the smell of the sizzling meat, fish and vegetables being barbecued by Minho's skillful hands just a few feet away from you made you almost want to get up from the blanket youd laid on the grass earlier to cool down under the shade and join them, however, the gentle summer breeze hitting your fatigued body felt too nice for you to ponder about that too much, opting to close your eyes and relax instead.

And soon, you'd started dozing off with your face buried between your crossed arms, the loud music blasting from Changbin's speaker lulling you to sleep, when a loud thump and a subsequent chorus of laughter shook you awake. You frowned and turned your head to your left to see what all the fuss was about— and you immediately chuckled at the scene before you.

Jisung, who was playing football with the rest of the guys that were not helping with the barbecue and were free to do whatever they wanted, had apparently fallen to the ground while trying to steal the ball from Chan, and his light gray sweatpants and tight t-shirt were now full of dust, which he was frantically trying to clean off as he rambled on and on about how “Chan-hyung cheated” and “pushed him to gain advantage since he was just too good at playing football”— all with the cutest flushed cheeks and pout you'd seen in a while.

“Mhm, keep on believing that and maybe, one day, it’ll become true.” Hyunjin snickered and Jisung glared, throwing at him the football he remembered he was still holding, before stomping towards the wooden picnic table where Felix, Jeongin and Seungmin were having a heated discussion regarding which Cheetos flavor was the best of all time. Your best friend fondly smiled at them as he bent down to open the cooler that was under their seat, his doe eyes suddenly sending daggers at Hyunjin and Chan when he heard them clowning him once again.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, following Jisung’s every move, “He really can't handle losing in anything, huh?” you muttered, the fatigue you still felt in your bones from the previous night’s long and stressful shift slowly disappearing as your attention got completely monopolized by your long-time friend— who was now leaning on the table, one hand in his sweatpants front pocket and the other holding the can of beer he’d just taken out of the cooler and swiftly popped open, his sweaty skin and neck glistening under the warm noon sun as he dipped his head slightly back to take long gulps of the cold beverage.

“Fuck, why do you keep doing this to me?” you bit your bottom lip and rubbed your thighs against each other in need of friction— feeling so pathetic, because all it took for you to get that wet was just the sight of his sharp jawline that he could cut stones with if he wanted, and the lingering way he brushed his bottom lip with his thumb, making you wish those were your lips instead of his. And, lucky for you, he decided to wear a fucking skin tight white t-shirt to kick off the first barbecue of the summer, which was now almost completely see-through from all the sweat it absorbed, “How dare you look this hot. Asshole.” you clenched your teeth, feeling annoyed and aroused at the same time.

You had no idea how he managed to make you feel like that— you’d been best friends with him ever since you were children and in all those years, you’d never felt the slightest bit of attraction for him, until he decided to go on a two-month long trip to Latin America with a couple of friends and when he came back, looking too scrumptious and appetizing for his own good, all you could think about when around him was kissing his soft lips and licking every inch of his oh so buff body and choking on his big cock until you’d pass out. You’d dreamt that exact scenario in that order too many times now, it was becoming exhausting.

You huffed and pinned your elbows to the blanket below you to keep you up, reaching for your purse on your right, where you always kept a lollipop, “Better than nothing.” you said as you took off the wrapper and plopped it in your mouth.

You rolled on your back and closed your eyes, trying with all your might to not think about the growing wetness in your core, to stop the urge to slide your fingers between your folds and relieve your arousal right then and there, but when your ears picked up the sound of his footsteps coming towards you, you knew you were fucked. You held back a needy moan, sucking on the lollipop as hard as you could to distract yourself and not jump his bones.

He plopped down next to you, and you opened one eye to peer at him, just to see him staring down at you with a big grin on his face and an unopened canned beer dangling above your face, “Thought you might need one, it’s getting hot as fuck, jagi.” he sang, immediately pressing it on your neck to cool you down, making you shiver and bite down a whimper, both from the coldness of the drink and Jisung’s proximity.

“Hm, thanks Ji.” you tried to act nonchalant about his presence as you sat up, mindlessly sucking on your lollipop while focusing on opening the beer he brought you. You didn't notice the way he nervously gulped and squirmed at your action, trying to look as natural as possible when he moved his free hand in front of his growing bulge in an attempt to cover it. “I’m hungry, has Min almost finished grilling everything?” you asked, looking at him with a pout as you leaned forward, giving him just the perfect view of your cleavage which was only covered by a flimsy tank top.

“Ah…” he took in a shaky breath, forcing himself to look away from your tits and oh so perfect and kissable lips, “I think he told us that it should be ready in about thirty minutes.” Jisung said, bringing the can he’d placed down on the blanket to his lips, gulping as much as he could in one go— his throat suddenly felt dry.

You, on the other hand, had barely registered his words, focusing your attention to his heart-shaped Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down repeatedly as he spoke to you, then taking a peek at his prominent chest muscles, which were now completely visible along with his defined abs, the white t-shirt reduced to a second layer of skin— not that you minded, quite the opposite.

“Y-Y/N…” he whispered, his eyes opening wide when you unconsciously started rubbing your thighs against each other in front of him, one of your hands reaching for the white stick of the fruity lollipop in your mouth to slowly and shamelessly twirl your tongue around what was left of it, which was not much. He gulped as he stared at your skillful tongue playing with the candy, heat rising up his puffy cheeks, “Fucking hell— It’s… really distracting when you do that...” he almost moaned, whimpering when you adjusted the strap of your tank top, which made your soft boobs bounce deliciously, just a few inches above his hands.

“Do what, Hannie?” you teased, resting one of your hands on his thigh to squeeze it a couple of times, just to see his reaction. You smirked when his breath quickened and his muscles tensed up, your hand going further up his leg.

“This… I—” he stuttered, completely enthralled by your actions and forwardness, the bulge in his pants now completely visible and only a few centimeters away from your fingers, who were tracing patterns on his inner thigh, careful not to touch him where you knew he needed it most— the big stain right in front of his bulge spoke by itself.

You stared down at the outline of his cock— if your panties weren't stuck to your folds before, they surely were going to be now. Your breath quickened, “Ji? Can… Can I?” you leaned forward and whispered in his ear, worried any of your friends may hear you, even though the loud music and sizzling of food made that impossible, and the significant distance between you and the picnic table played in favor. He stayed silent for a while with a stunned expression, most likely still trying to process everything, but you were getting impatient, so you started lightly nipping at his earlobe, “If you want me to stop, just say the word anytime.” you mumbled, sneaking a hand behind his neck as you grazed his bulge with the other, moaning at how big and girthy it felt.

Jisung grunted, his eyes completely fixed on your erect nipples right in front of his face. He was just mere seconds away from ripping your tank top off to avidly start sucking on them, when he remembered where you both were, “Should we really have sex in a public park?” he asked, giggling, “Glad to know you feel as desperate as me then.”

You’d started palming him over his sweatpants in the meantime, leaving love bites all over his neck and upper chest, making him a moaning, stuttering self. But luckily, his words brought you back to reality right in time, since when you opened your eyes and looked straight in front of you, a very suspicious Changbin was eyeing the both of you from his spot in front of the grill, “You’re right. Bin already caught us. My car?” you suggested since your car was parked the farthest away from the ones of the rest of your friends.

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“Holy fuck, how a-are you this good at giving head? Fuck, you’re t-the —ah— best.” Jisung moaned, thrusting up in your mouth harshly, successfully making your gag reflex activate— which you didn't really mind. You loved sloppy, messy oral, both giving and receiving, and in these couple of minutes since you sat on the backseat of your car and let free his red, angry, throbbing cock, you’d learned your best friend, whom you were currently jerking off, was a big fan of it too.

He was actively manspreading, you between his legs, sat down on the floor of your car, desperately grinding your clothed clit against its rough surface in search of your own relief— though seeing Jisung’s fucked out expression when you let the saliva you’d been accumulating on your tongue dribble down on his red tip, his whimpers when you spread it all over his length and balls to slick them up properly and his big hand entangled in your hair, keeping you in place, making you feel his— was more than enough for you.

And he was, as you had always assumed, big, so big and girthy you almost came untouched when you saw it spring up proudly in all its glory a few moments earlier— but you could barely take him, so you used your right hand to rapidly jerk off what you couldn't reach as your left played with his balls, all the while your head bobbed up and down his length, your tongue tracing every vein it encountered, slicking them further. And by his “please, don’t stop” and “don’t you dare fucking stop”, you assumed he was reaching his high.

You started fastening your pace, deep throating and swallowing around his tip for that extra clench, but as you felt he was about to bust his warm seed in your mouth, he pulled you away from his cock by your hair, tilting your head upwards to meet his eyes, a confused expression taking over your face, though before you could ask any questions, he brushed your bottom lip with his thumb slowly, catching a drop of pre-cum trying to run away from your mouth.

Jisung grinned, pushing his thumb between your lips and signaling you to suck it, which you happily did as you looked him deep in the eyes, “Your turn now, sit here. I wanna eat you out, jagi. Then we’ll finish together— you’ll come wrapped around me and then I’ll fill your pretty cunt up with my cum, how does that sound?” he proposed with a big smile, chuckling when you nodded eagerly and pointed to your pouty lips, waiting for a kiss— which he happily gave you, before sitting you on the backseat with your legs spread wide open. And by the harsh but passionate suck he gave your clit the second after, you knew that was going to be the best head you’ll ever receive.

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empiredesimparte · 5 months

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Oliver: The Polytechnique ball thinks big! Napoléon V: I suggested the Garnier Opera to the school president. You've got to have a bit of fun!

Oliver: How did your honeymoon go? Napoléon V: Very well, thank you. It was strange to be cut off from the world, away from all the hustle and bustle of Paris.

Oliver: Good! You needed a rest. By the way, I thought it would please Hortense to have an estate in Francesim, so that we could visit you from time to time. Napoléon V: That's a good idea, I like knowing that my twin sister won't be too far away from us.

Oliver: Of course, don't worry, I'll look after her… That is, if you agree, officially Napoléon V: Officially, so that's it?

Oliver: Yes, I've been ready for several months now. I'm sorry again for all the trouble I've caused you, it wasn't… Napoléon V: Let's not talk about it any more. It's all settled. I know that Hortense will be happy with you, surely … more than with me.

Oliver: You were born to take different paths. At this time in your lives, the distance is natural. However, I believe I can echo Hortense's sentiments that she loves you dearly, no matter what and despite everything that has happened. Napoléon V: Thank you, Oliver. I'm counting on you to look after her.

⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Paris, 17 Messidor An 230

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Napoléon V and his entourage went to the Grand Bal de l'X, organised by the École Polytechnique to celebrate the end of their year of study. The ball took place at the Opéra Garnier, and featured a number of performances including dances, fencing, a choir and many other distinguished ceremonies. It's a not-to-be-missed event for young students. During the evening, Oliver approached his friend Napoléon V to officially ask for his sister Hortense's hand in marriage. The Emperor agreed to make the engagement official.

(Thanks to @theroyalthornoliachronicles and @funkyllama for the sims deco and accessories! Oliver is a character belonging to @officalroyalsofpierreland)

⚜ Traduction française

Napoléon V et ses proches se rendent au grand bal de l'X, organisé par l'école Polytechnique pour fêter la fin d'année d'étude. Le bal se déroule à l'opéra Garnier, et donne lieu à de nombreux spectacles comme des danses, des combats d'escrimes, une chorale, et bien d'autres cérémonies distinguées. C'est le rendez-vous immanquable des jeunes étudiants. Durant la soirée, Oliver approche son ami Napoléon V pour lui demander officiellement la main d'Hortense, sa soeur. L'Empereur accepte d'officialiser les fiançailles.

Oliver : Le bal de Polytechnique voit les choses en grand ! Napoléon V : J’ai proposé l’opéra Garnier au président de l’école. Il faut bien s’amuser un peu !

Oliver : Et ta lune de miel alors, ça s’est bien passé ? Napoléon V : Très bien, merci. C’était étrange d’être coupés du monde, loin de toute l’agitation parisienne.

Oliver : Tant mieux! Tu avais besoin de repos. À propos, j’ai pensé que cela ferait plaisir à Hortense d’avoir un domaine en Francesim, pour que l’on puisse vous rendre visite de temps en temps. Napoléon V : C’est une bonne idée, j’aime savoir que ma jumelle ne sera pas trop éloignée de nous.

Oliver : Bien sûr, ne t’en fais pas, je prendrai soin d’elle… Enfin, si tu y consens, officiellement Napoléon V : Officiellement, alors ça y est ?

Oliver : Oui, cela fait plusieurs mois que je suis prêt. Encore désolé pour tous les ennuis que j’ai pu t’attirer, ce n’était pas… Napoléon V : N’en parlons plus. C’est réglé. Je sais que Hortense sera heureuse avec toi, sûrement … plus qu’avec moi

Oliver : Vous êtes nés pour prendre des chemins différents. À ce moment de votre vie, la distance est naturelle, mais je crois pouvoir me faire l'écho des sentiments d'Hortense qui t'aime tendrement, quoi qu'il arrive et en dépit de tout ce qui s'est passé. Napoléon V : Merci Oliver. Je compte sur toi, pour veiller sur elle.

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