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norel-ravenclaw · 11 months

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Naughty Dreams About Belle~

Fandom: Ikemen Prince (otome game)

Featured characters: All

Genre: Naughty dreams

Rating: NSFW

Word count: ~1700

Description: What will the princes dream about when Belle slips into their subconscious?

WARNINGS: | suggestive situations | dub-con elements | mxw |

Chevalier

Belle always seemed to come to bother him when he was in his secret library. And so that, naturally, became the scene his subconscious chose to torment him in. Belle stands in his haven in a fine gown, fit for a queen. And a queen she is - his. Despite having the ability to lucid dream, this development is so unexpected, he lets the scene play out in... curiosity. Here she is not a bookkeep, but a foreign princess come to tame the Bloody Beast. Her eyes are filled with as much fire as fear, as much longing as lust. Why he feels compelled to indulge her desires is beyond him. Why... does his own mind seem to echo this desire?

When he wakes, he is unsettled by this revelation of his psyche. He tries to ignore that it ever happened. And he does so successfully - until she shows up later in his office. The afternoon sun sets her glowing like a reckoning angel - that same fire and fear blazing as he saw in his nighttime vision. And far more now than before, it holds him captivated. Belle asks why he seems more avoidant than usual. He can think of nothing to say, unable to meet her eye as memories of ripping off that fine gown come to mind.

Leon

Leon can't help that Belle is always on his mind. She's fun, and she makes him comfortable. So he dreams of taking her to a festival in town, disguised as commoners. They dance and drink and eventually find their way to an inn. Even in his dream, he realizes how bold and shameless he is with her in that dark, cozy room.

Perhaps his subconscious screaming his desire to escape was a bit loud for his comfort, but thinking of whisking her away on such a date in real life does indeed sound tempting. When he sees her later, he has to try to bluff his way around the blush that seizes him. Has her smile always been this radiant? It's really turning him on...

Sariel

The devil lacks the same gift of lucid dreaming that Chevalier possesses, but he knows how to wake himself easily. When the dream begins in the town alleyways, he braces himself for nightmares he'll have to wake from. But his path takes him to the bookshop. This time, however, when he seizes the lovely, trembling commoner, he takes her to his quarters. In this dream realm, the devil wanted her for himself. And here, she is his Persephone - giving herself over to his desires with surprising eagerness.

Morning comes too soon, and sitting in the study room with her, it takes a surprising amount of effort to keep his mind from wandering to the passion he shared with his lovely captive in his dreams. Would she ever be so willing to submit to the devil in the waking world...?

Rio

Who else does Rio dream about? Half the time anymore, he has sweet, lusty dreams of the domestic type. He would make SUCH a good house husband, wouldn't he? Spoiling his precious wife in every way possible. ...On every surface possible in their cozy cottage.

Of course he's going to blush when he sees her after such vivid dreams. Perhaps someday she'll allow him to live them out with her. He'll make the reality even better.

Yves

Belle gets so excited every morning to see the princes' clothing, Yves started imagining outfits for her before he drifts to sleep. Eventually, it was bound to make an appearance in his dreams. What he didn't expect was to see her standing there before the mirrors, holding the expensive fabric to her naked skin - blushing while he pins it around her. Just enough reality slips in for him to realize this way of trying to make a dress was ridiculous and would never work... so she lets it fall to the ground. This is not the shock that wakes him, but the shock of reaching out to touch her.

When he sees her the next day, it's not until they've made eye contact that he remembers his risqué dream. Thus begins a four day game of Avoid-Belle-At-All-Costs-So-She-Doesn't-Find-Out-What-A-Depraved-Idiot-I-Am.

Licht

He knows just how dangerous the castle can be, and can't help but worry about the ill prepared Belle's safety. One night he dreams of training her in self defense. With every touch, every time their bodies press together, he finds himself losing control. Suddenly his lips - and hands - are all over her.

When he sees her the next day, he can hardly keep his head up for the shame. And yet, when he glances at her, his face burns not with regret, but echoes of desire. Desire to protect, and... and more.

Nokto

The only reason the library is one of the seventh prince's favourite rooms is how it is almost always empty - perfect for the most clandestine meetings. But with Belle spending half her days there, his mind starts putting the two together. Soon he dreams of meeting her there. Of teaching the sweet, innocent Belle of life's greatest thrills.

When he wakes, he can't help but make the suggestion to her. What better temptation to a bookworm than to combine pleasures in her favourite place?

Jin

He can't help but think of sweet Belle. The way she moves alone has him captivated. Seeing her - this pure lovely creature - in a place like the gardens, is enough to make him imagine impossible things. In this glowing dream world, he approaches her by the garden salon chaise. Even his dream self is surprised when she shyly plants herself on his lap. How can he resist this sweet temptation, really? Who cares if anyone sees them.

Unlike Nokto, when he sees her the following day, he resists the urge to ask her to recreate his spicy dreams. But only just. He'll find a more tame way of propositioning her.

Silvio

What else would the Benitoitian prince's dreams be but extravagant? He enters a room in a magnificent seashell palace to find a canopied bed covered in strings of pearls, gold coins, gem pendants. And lying on that bed, draped in silks, is... Belle?! He's momentarily shocked that she is the one his dream would choose. But seeing her there, radiant with her hair spread across the pillows, pearls and emeralds getting caught up in it... he won't resist any longer.

The tsundere in him battles when next he sees her. A cowardly part of him blushes and tries to run, while the rest seeks to recreate the splendiferous scene with her - as his own.

Keith

He knows something is up with Belle, and it bothers him to no end. So much that he begins to dream about it. He sits with her in a greenhouse, chatting over tea. He tries gently, clumsily, to get answers. As he fails in is questioning over and over, finally something in his snaps. It's time to make this an interrogation. He hauls her up from the table and pushes her back against a tree. He must know. Who is she? Is she a threat? Really? This sweet looking, shy, innocent, girl who vexes him so...

He wakes with a start. And when he does, he realizes that both consciousnesses remember. How strange... Though this dream does give him an idea of how to proceed with his investigation. ...He might just enjoy it.

Clavis

Naturally, the lavender menace's dreams are twice as chaotic as his waking hours. Of course he often dreams about his own traps. How delightful, one night, when he dreams of sweet Belle caught up in a net. In his room~ His fixation turns to lust which turns to... a most interesting time~

The dream is so different, so... kinky and explicit, even he blushes when recalling it. He is a gentleman, after all, so meeting her eye at breakfast and recalling the filthy things he did to her nearly feels like breaking his own code. Whew, but what an idea, hm...? Perhaps there might have to be a secret, private line of Lelouch items made... for lovers.

Luke

What a better way to comfort someone in distress than with a bear hug and cuddles. A nap can help fix everything, if just for a little while. At first, the only place he has the courage to suggest such a thing is in dreams. And how nice it is, curling up with Belle under a tree, in that ridiculously big bed in his room... sweet, comforting cuddles and nap time turn into something a little more... well, awake.

He can't really feel guilty about it when he wakes up. On the contrary, he finds himself daydreaming about how nice it would be. Maybe he could convince her to ditch a lesson here or there.

Gilbert

There is a lovely, if grim, place in Obsidian palace that the prince likes. A greenhouse-like apothecary. Fit for experimenting with poisons, plant husbandry, and an occasional respite. The place is even fitted with a hammock. For as much as Gilbert hates dreaming, he finds it can be useful at times. But tonight, he dreams of the place with an unexpected visitor. Belle lounges in the hammock, draped in a tunic made of toxic flowers. Like Persephone, goddess of life, wearing a cloak of death. The poetry of it is irresistable.

Of course he intended to make her his from the very beginning. He is more determined than ever to see her in that place. With him. His gothic goddess~

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platonicpokemonwriter · 10 months

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A Blessing from Arcues (Koraidon with the Hero/Heroine of Hisui Trainer Reader)

Summary: Being in Hisui for two years then being whooshed back to the present isn’t easy. You think about how you changed after returning, and how Koraidon has helped you with them being from the past and coming to the present.

“C’mon, you have to let me battle that other Koraidon!” Nemona said with hands clasped in a pleading manner. “I bet Koraidon would love to battle!”

You hummed hesitantly. Koraidon still didn’t listen to all your commands yet and would often tear into battle. His violent way of battling made you worry for the safety of the domesticated Pokémon. You didn’t want them to get seriously injured or killed. A few of your Hisuian team members got killed in battle and you didn’t want that pain on anyone else.

“I would rather you not fight my Koraidon. He’s vicious in battle and doesn’t listen to me fully yet. I don’t want to risk you or your Pokémon’s safety. Why don’t you battle your neighbor’s Koraidon instead.”

“Yeah, I could, but yours is a tougher opponent.” Nemona said, before sighing a few seconds later. “When your Koraidon listens to you more can I battle it then?”

You were thinking of saying no, but if you knew there wasn’t a risk of people or Pokémon getting hurt to a large degree, there was no reason Nemona couldn’t battle Koraidon. If you battled Nemona it could also show Koraidon you had a level of trust in them, and that was needed in a good trainer and Pokémon combo.

“You can battle them then, yes.”

“Alright!” Nemona said, while punching the air.

You gave a small smile at Nemona’s excitement. It was refreshing to see someone so excited, as well as someone that loved Pokémon. It made you so happy to see people and Pokémon living together after two years of being in a time where people and Pokémon were afraid of each other, and hardly worked together.

“Hey! Do you want to hang out with me, Arvin, Penny, and (player character name)?” Nemona asked. “You’ll be good in our group, especially with how you caught your Koraidon.”

“That sounds nice Nemona, but I planned on training Koraidon, and there’s no time like the present.”

“Oh, ok. Well maybe we can all hang out some other time.”

“Maybe,” you said.

You didn’t want to hang out with Nemona and her friends. You didn’t have anything against them, they seemed nice, but you weren’t ready to hang out with people outside of class yet. You hated to admit it, but you developed trust issues. You bent over backwards to gain the trust of Jubalife Village, just for Kamado to throw you out without listening to what you had to say, the citizens of the village turned their back on you after all you did for them, and then Volo, one of your closest friends, betrayed you. At times you wondered if he was ever your friend or if it was just an act for him to get close and use you. If Volo, Kamado, and the majority of Jubalife turned on you so easily, why wouldn’t others? Your own mother didn’t help this stance either, she just sent you off to Naranja Academy when you became too much. You didn’t care what she said, you didn’t believe her when she said, ‘this will be good for you’ or ‘that it would help you’.

Pokémon were the ones that truly stood by you. Modern or past they were with you through good times and bad. It was your Hisuian partner that broke free from their ball to block Garatina’s attack after Volo ordered the legendary to strike you down. Throughout all the struggles and good times in Hisui your Pokémon were always with you. In the tough times you faced with being back in the modern time, your Pokémon never abandoned you, they didn’t care that you sometimes spoke in the old Sinnoh language, had a variety of scars, flinched at tamed Pokémon, and didn’t care if electronics were tricky for you.

After saying farewell to Nemona, you went to find a place where you could let Koraidon out.

You were careful where you let Koraidon out. You knew they were from the distant past and you wanted to introduce them to modern times slowly and help them to adjust. Nemona told you your Koraidon has probably been in this time for a while but hasn’t been out of Area Zero for long. To play it safe you decided to act as if the rampage on the school was the first time they were out.

You didn’t know how Koraidon escaped from Area Zero, but you were kind of glad they did. You felt out of place ever since your return, and started to feel like you didn’t belong in this school or time. No one but Warden Ingo could understand your position, but then Koraidon appeared. They looked like a Pokémon you’d see in Hisui and their rampage reminded you of the times the Nobles were frenzied and you had to quell them. Calming Koraidon was difficult without balms, but you threw pieces of the sandwich you got for lunch at them, until you thought you could throw Pokéballs at them. It took you awhile and your whole team to be able to get Koraidon to a spot where they could finally be caught, but they were now officially your Pokémon. You thought that they might be like the Hisuian Pokémon in terms of training with how they looked and fought, hard to train and gain their trust. The thought was right as you would find out, and in a few ways, Koraidon was harder to train than the Husuian Pokémon, but you knew you could train them.

Director Clavell was hesitant to allow you to keep Koraidon with how they attacked the school, and knowing just how violent this one could be. It took some work, but you convinced him to let you keep Koraidon by telling him you could tame them and promised you wouldn’t let them attack the school.

When you learned how this Koraidon was brought from the ancient past by a time machine and normally stayed in Area Zero, it made you think that Arcues saw your struggle and sent you Koraidon. They were from the past with little knowledge of the present time, outcasts, and not trusted by others. You were from modern times, got sent to the past, then got whisked back, you had to relearn the modern time, felt like an outcast, had a hard time trusting people and sometimes thought if it would’ve been better to have not returned at all. With these similarities it made you feel connected to Koraidon, and that maybe they understood your situation.

Koraidon made a growl when you let them out on top a hill in a grassy area.

“Hey Koraidon,” you said, slowly stretching out your hand to pat them on the head.

Koraidon huffed but let you pat their head.

You were silent for a few minutes just petting Koraidon.

“Do you ever want to go back to the past?” You asked Koraidon.

Koraidon hummed in a tone that you couldn’t pick up on.

You waited for a moment or two in order to know that Koraidon was finished with his reply before you spoke. “Sometimes, I think it would’ve been best if I stayed in Hisui. I didn’t fit in there but in the end, I fit in there better than I do here. In Hisui I had Professor Laventon and Rei, in Hisui I was someone, I did stuff there, but I don’t have any people here for me, I’m no one now, and I can’t seem to do anything productive. I know me not having any people friends is because I’m afraid to try, but how about the other two things? Is that me too or is it something else?”

Koraidon hummed in a tone that sounded like he was unsure.

“You don’t know either. At least we have each other so we’re not going through this alone. Our experiences in the past are different as well as our experiences in the present, but we know a little of what the other is going through.” After saying that you went through your backpack to get out the sandwich ingredients.

Koraidon perked up at the ingredients then let out a happy roar to the sky. The roar spooked you and made you take a few steps back, fearing Koraidon was angered or about to attack.

Koraidon tilted their head with a small hum at your distance and odd stance. Sensing your nervousness Koraidon realized their excited roar was the cause. Wanting to make you more comfortable Koraidon got on all fours and turned out of their true form. They slowly walked towards you then sniffed you. They tried to make the quiet roar they heard the weaker Koraidon do when they addressed their trainer. Seeing your stance go back to normal and you give a small smile Koraidon knew they succeeded.

Koraidon gestured their head to the sandwich ingredients making you chuckle. The ancient Pokémon gave their best attempt at a smile.

They watched you make the sandwich then handed one to them. “Slow, don’t snap it from me.” You said.

Koraidon roared happily and was about to snap it from you but paused. The last time he snapped it from you, you almost lost a finger and scolded them. You gave them food, and weren’t an enemy of theirs, so hurting you didn’t make much since, in fact it might have you not give them sandwiches or berries anymore.

Koraidon took the sandwich and quickly ate it.

“Good Koraidon,” you said then handed another sandwich to them.

They happily roared before eating it.

You made yourself a sandwich then sat against a tree to eat it. As you were eating it Koraidon came next to you and sniffed your sandwich.

“This is mine.”

“Giah,” Koraidon put his neck back. They thought about growling and demanding you give them the sandwich but growling never worked with you. They did see the weaker Koraidon get droopy and sad when their trainer didn’t give them the sandwich and they were rewarded with the sandwich afterwards. Koraidon didn’t like to copy the weaker one but seeing as the delicious sandwich was involved, maybe they could copy them one more time. Koraidon slumped down a little and tried to look sad. “Giaaawn.”

“No, mine.”

“Giaaawn.” The ancient Pokémon went down further.

You shook your head adamant that you would not give in no matter how sad he looked. This was your food.

“Giaaaawn.” Koraidon looked into your eyes.

The two had a staring contest, but finally you sighed. “Ok, ok, you can have half of my sandwich.”

Koraidon perked up instantly then ate the half you held out. They didn’t care to listen to you very much, but you did give delicious food, and cleaned them when they got dirty. You were actually good company, much better than the Professor Sadas. They got lost with some of the things you say about Hisui but with how you talked about it, it sounded like a place they would like. If Koraidon was there with you they would like it, think about all the Pokémon he could beat up, and all the people he could scare by just walking up to them. They could steal that potato mochi you talked about, and maybe, just maybe, they would let you ride on them and take you all across Hisui. You wouldn’t have to rely on the Nobles then, Koraidon could do everything for you, and in return you would give them food, pet them, and let them beat up the Nobles you faced. They would be calm after Koraidon was finished with them.

Perhaps if they were with you, you wouldn’t feel so sad now. You tried to hide your sadness at the school or around people, but Koraidon saw it when you were alone. When no people were around that seemed to be the worst time for you, but the worst days were when you told them about your time in Hisui. Those days seemed to be the days you were the weakest on, and Koraidon hated those days, they hated weakness, especially with you, you were the strongest person Koraidon knew. No other Human stood up against them like you did, nor did any Human dodge their attacks. Koraidon respected you for how you stood against them. Their respect for you and how you fed and cleaned them made them start to like you, even when you became weak, or told them what to do when you did something called ‘training’ with them.

Koraidon wanted to help you, but liked being known as the toughest Koraidon; if they tried to help you would that make them like the weaker Koraidon? They could just help you when no one was around so their tough image could still be intact.

That sounded good.

Koraidon went around in a circle then laid down next to you. They noticed you got a little better when one of your Pokémon were next to you, so lying beside you was a good start.

When you saw Koraidon lying next to you, you smiled then gently petted his head.

You knew you needed to feed the rest of your team but for a few minutes you just wanted it to be you and Koraidon.

#Pokémon X reader #platonic x reader #Koraidon #Pokémon Scarlet

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burntotears · 1 year

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Title: Just for the Thought of You Tags: The Holiday AU, Inspired by The Holiday (2006), AU - Human, Texting, Phone Calls & Telephones, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn, Inconsistent Burn From A Faulty Oven, Single Parents, Family Dynamics, Family Drama, Singing, First Kiss, First Time, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Implied/Referenced Abortion, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Good Brother Gregory Manes W/C: 35,242 Summary: When Isobel Evans decided to look into her birth parents, she met Alex Manes and they easily became best friends despite the physical distance. Now they just want to spend a little time away from their normal lives, so they decide to swap houses for two weeks during the holiday season. But unforeseen complications make it far from the secluded getaways that they had in mind. Playlist: Listen Here

@rnmnewyear2023 Day 3, 4, & 5: Movie Adaptation, Vacation Getaway, & AU (w/side rare-pair)

Thank you so much to my betas @im-the-punk-who & @bloggingbisexually for your invaluable help taming this wild beast. 🧡

“Are you sure that we can trust this woman with our place?” Greg asked for what was probably the hundredth time as they loaded Alex’s bags into the back of the Explorer. Alex loved his brother, really he did, but he was kind of looking forward to the two weeks away from him. They’d grown close in the years since he’d moved back to Roswell, but becoming roommates last year had reminded Alex of how much he liked having his own damn space.

“The woman’s name is Isobel, and yes, everything will be fine. Stop worrying and go have fun on your cruise with Zoe already. You’re annoying the shit out of me.” He shoved at Greg’s shoulder when he gave him an unimpressed look, but Alex could tell he was excited about the trip too.

“Yeah, whatever. It’ll be nice to be out of Roswell for the holidays for once. Just seems kinda weird that you wanna go out there by yourself.” Greg pulled Alex into a hug when they rounded the vehicle to the driver’s side.

“It’s gonna be fun! Iz has a ridiculously big house and there’s way more to do in the Dallas–Fort Worth area than there is around here.” He smiled when they pulled back from one another. “I’ll be fine, Greg, seriously. Now fuck off to your boat and try not to sink. Love you.”

“Love you too, asshole.” He waved Alex away and went back into the house as Alex headed to the airport.

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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Omg I miss some Handy (HTF) concept ☹️ could you make one? He’s so underrated.

This'll be quick as... I'm not entirely sure what direction to go with this one. You're both either humans/hybrids or animals. Also, I saw fan art of him with robot arms, we might as well give him that.

Yandere! Handy Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Obsession, Jealousy, Murder, Amputation mention.

- Well, compared to other characters, I'd say he's pretty tame.

- He's easily irritated but is incredibly skilled in building.

- Then there's, of course, the whole hand situation.

- In this concept he has prosthetics to help him out.

- Many of the characters in HTF are surprisingly tame unless it's someone like Fliqpy.

- Even then, Flippy himself is pretty tame.

- Handy may have a short temper but overall he seems like a domestic type who takes joy in building.

- When he isn't dying in some horrid way which seems like a concerningly normal occurrence.

- He does not seem like the type to stalk.

- He seems more like one to daydream while on the job about you and gets all excited when he sees you.

- He may have blueprints set up of houses he'd like to live in with you.

- You're unaware of his feelings but Handy thinks of you often enough to have a decently sized stack of ideas hidden away.

- Even though he doesn't seem to be the type for murder, he is unaffected by the deaths of his fellow friends.

- Which means, when it comes to you, he may not entirely mind embracing a more violent side.

- Handy also seems like he'd get jealous but hide it easily.

- He tries to distract himself with work yet wouldn't mind whoever made him jealous getting into a work-related accident-

- Oh no, a panel fell and crushed someone? Whoops!

- He doesn't mean it to be cold, he's just... used to all the gore and murder?

- Handy would be affectionate, too.

- Maybe even a bit frustrated and insecure about his lack of hands.

- Handy may fall for someone who helps him and encourages him to get over his frustration.

- He expresses his affection with hugs, as he can still attempt those.

- He may even like small kisses on the cheek or something, nothing all that intimate.

- He is so sweet.

- Rarely even the malicious type unless he really doesn't like someone.

- Handy could manipulate you into the life he wants for both of you but it's small things.

- Like motivating certain choices or challenging a decision you made to make you second guess yourself.

- It's all small things so you'll barely notice him guiding your thought process around.

- He probably also needs you to reassure him you enjoy his company, due to the previously mentioned insecurity.

- Would offer to build you a house.

- It's what he's good at and he wants to show you he really loves you!

- He'll tune everything to your tastes.

- Then once it's finished he is ecstatic when you pull him in for a hug and thank him.

- He'll remember moments like that forever.

- To end this on a darker note, there's indeed a dark side to Handy.

- He may not kidnap... but he'd amputate your limbs-

- You'd have to really break him to get him to do something like that, yet he'd do it.

- Then you two would be perfect for each other!

- How could you not love him if you're just like him?

- Handy overall is pretty tame and sweet.

- Just as long as you don't uncover anything darker within him.

#yandere happy tree friends #yandere htf #yandere htf handy #yandere handy

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paintedplum7 · 1 year

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Hello @kirbyoctournament !!!!

This is Quinn Purrsly (or just Quinn)! She is a quiet, timid, and soft-spoken teenage calico cat. She doesn’t speak unless she needs to, and isn’t much of a peoples person; Quinn would much rather do her own thing without anyone else involved. She can be a klutz, a cringefail girl if you will !! She gets nervous easily (especially in social situations), she stares off into space and sometimes zones out for hours at a time, and (depending on the person) might come off as “mean” or “unorderly” or “weird”—but she is actually a really nice kid, and cares for the people closest to her.

Backstory wise, she is pretty tame for the most part. She was a former beast pack member up until the events of Katfl. Quinn was orphaned as a kitten, abandoned by her birth mother—it was until Claworline discovered her in a drain and nurtured the little kitten like her own child. Quinn always saw Claworline as her mother. She figured out quickly that Claworline wasn’t biologically related to her at a young age, but she never minded that—she couldn’t miss a person she had never known.

As a Beast Pack member, she was trained to fight at a young age. Despite her lack of skill in everything else, she was surprisingly good at it! Quinn was nimble and quick on her feet, at least when she didn’t have her head in the clouds. She trained mostly with Claworline, so she inherited most of her fighting tactics from her. She has Claworline’s throwing knives, and likes to be up close and personal with her opponents.

Despite her knack for combat, Quinn felt often stigmatized by the Beast Pack members, especially the lower ranking ones. Being the only domestic animal in a group almost entirely comprised by wild ones made her feel like an outsider. Matters got worse when Elfilin (and eventually Kirby, Bandee, anf the other waddle dees) came into the mix. Even when she was told to do so, she couldn’t bring her herself to purposely harm them. She was left confused as to why she had to. (Quinn knows nothing of Elfiln’s origins and Leongar’s plans up until the post game).

Eventually, after the events of Katfl, Quinn and Elfilin became like siblings (mostly thanks to Carol). Their excitable and contagious personality just got to her. They would sometimes playfight and oftentimes just—lay around in the same area/room together. (Sharing silence is just enough for Quinn to be at ease). Quinn still trains in combat and still enjoys her fighting sessions, she even trivially participates in the colosseum at Waddle Dee Town for fun!

Quinn loves Dreamland, she enjoys the atmosphere and would spend hours just laying down on the fields of Cookie Country and day dreaming. She feels more at home there, especially with other kitties like her being prevalent.

Other additional details include:

•She’s 16

•She’s bisexual

•Her favorite color is purple

•She’s autistic

Anyway I hope you enjoyed reading about my favorite cringefail biseuxal 😋😋😋😋😋😋😋

@kirbyoctournament

#Quinn Purrsly #Kirby #Kirby OC #Kirby OC tournament

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oopsallfanfic · 6 months

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Chapter 23: Moving Day

A/N: This chapter contains suggestive imagery. Also sorry for being super late, my month has been crazy weird. We're going to U.A. this next chapter, so stick around to see how that goes.

Katsuki may have been more excited for you to have your own place than you did, he even helped you unpack your things. He watched you as he opened a box, your hair falling in your eyes and your lip tucked in as you focused on your work. You were trying to get the frame on the wall to be straight, but no matter how many times you shifted it, the poster always seemed to be crooked. You dig in your box of useful tools hoping that something would help. As you rummaged, Katsuki looped behind you and removed the frame to see that you had been attaching the flat hook to the lip of the frame rather than the bracket or thin wire provided.

“(Y/N)…” Katsuki sighed. You hummed at the sound of your name, still rummaging through the box. “Hammy,” He called for you once again. You turned to see him holding the poster to his chest and pointing at the two ways to hold the frame, “This is how you hang it, dumbass.”

“What do you mean? I hung it on the bracket, why the hell did you remove it? I was just about to fix it,” holding up a roll of tape.

“I took it off 'cause you can’t hang a damn poster without my help,” He took the wire and dangled it on the flat hook the nail kept on the wall.

“I can too asshole.” You huff and watch as he easily hangs the poster and adjusts it to make it straight. He steps back next to you with arms folded over his chest, a cocky smile plastered on his face.

“See-“ he’s cut off by the punch you land on his shoulder. He chuckles lightheartedly and rubs the spot.

“I could have figured that out easily,” You grumbled.

“I guess having the 2nd best overall grades isn’t much if you need #1’s help with hanging a poster.”

“Are you forgetting I beat you in Chem?” You stuck out your tongue and looped around him to the mirror propped against the wall.

“That’s only because you had to study outside of class for your quirk,” he snapped.

“So you admit that I’m better?” You hammered the nail into the wall where you wanted the mirror, adjusting the hook as needed.

“At chemistry,” Katsuki rolled his eyes as he bent over to pick the mirror off the floor.

“I’ll take it,” you shrug, and step back. Katsuki put the mirror on the hook and stepped back with you, throwing an arm casually over your shoulder. You looped an arm around his back, pulling him close to your side.

Katsuki’s touch was more comfortable to you now. When the two of you first started dating it was still hard for you to wrap your mind around the fact that the snarky asshole you had kept at a distance was actually sweet and caring. His touch had felt strange at first in a subtle way but now he was more tame. It was weird to use that word in this context but it was the best way you could describe his attitude change when it came to you. Fortunately, he didn’t change how much of a smart ass he was, a key factor behind why you liked him.

“This feels…” Katsuki searched for the right word in his mind.

“Domestic,” You provided. Looking over to him you could see the red in his cheeks as a look of disbelief spread across his face.

“I am not domesticated!” He scoffed.

“I didn’t say domesticated,” You retort.

Before you could explain yourself, Katsuki primed his fingers and aimed for your sides. His fingers expertly poked and prodded at your sides as you tried to swing them off, cackling with fits of laughter as he tickled you. His attack was relentless and you did the only thing you could think of with the minimum oxygen getting to your brain. Run. With a final sweep of your hand to smack Katsuki’s own, you were able to retreat to your bedroom with Katsuki in pursuit right behind you. Before you could turn to shut the door, he closed the distance in a few quick strides. You backed up quickly to avoid getting caught and hit the back of your foot against the mattress sitting on the floor. You tripped over the soft surface and fell back on the naked mattress, Katsuki took the opportunity to straddle your hips and attack from above. He barely gave you any time to breathe before he hopped on top, as he towered over you the only thing you thought could help you now was to plead. With closed eyes, you struggle between breaths to place your palms together and croak out please, once you did though you could feel Katsuki’s weight shift above you. As you slowly opened your eyes your breathing returned to normal. Katsuki still straddled your hips when you looked up, his chest heaving from his own fits of laughter and a smile plastered on his face.

“Little shit,” You smirked and punched his side softly.

Katsuki breathed an airy laugh and held the spot you punched him as he rolled off of you.

The apartment your grandparents found you was nicer than you expected. The building was only accessible by the main entrance, except from emergency exits of course, and had a doorman most hours of the day. A call box was situated in the mail room, the only publicly accessible space, and a set of locked glass doors separated the two rooms unless activated by a tenant. The space itself was comfortable for one, a small genkan area with a shoe cupboard and a shelf alcove above it, a toilet space with a large sink surface, and a wide tub in the bathroom. Your bedroom was even larger than your parents’ back home, albeit more empty than theirs. Though the bed you found yourself on took up a decent amount of space. Spreading your arms across the width of the bed you were hardly able to touch either side of the large squishy surface. When the news was official, your father allowed you a small budget to help decorate your apartment which you promptly sunk into a nicer bed and sheets. Your grandparents had even offered a few pieces of furniture from a hotel they were refurbishing, so the apartment was set with plush modern pieces. Thankful was what you felt for the generosity of your grandparents and father's aid, but you still couldn’t feel quite comfortable in the place you’d call home.

“Your place is pretty close to campus,” Katsuki’s voice brought you out of your thoughts. His tone was suggestive as he continued, “Maybe I’ll spend the night sometime.”

“Oh?” You turned to face him, his head propped up in his hand as he stretched across the length of the bed. “Pray tell, what exactly would we do during these little sleepovers?”

“Well, I was thinking,” Katsuki sighed softly as he drew closer to you and slid a hand across the expanse of your stomach to rest. Skin crawling at the anticipation of another tickling attack. When you realize none would commence you welcome the arm sliding under your neck. Katsuki’s arm lay under your head, bringing the warmth of his body close to you. “We could do some of this,” He leaned over and brushed your lips gently. A rush of heat spread from your chest as he peppered your cheek with kisses, leaving a trail to your neck. As he approached the sensitive skin you could feel the tension in your groin grow, longing to be touched the way you read in so many fan-fiction’s. “And maybe some of this,” A soft moan escaped your lips as he pressed softly against your neck, Katsuki took that as a cue to continue. His teeth nipped at your lobes, and as your breathing began to grow heavier he moved a hand up to cup your breast then moved his lips down to your collarbone. Just as his hand began to squeeze, the jarring chime of your cell phone broke the hot and heavy atmosphere. Katsuki wasn’t phased, his hand still pawing at your tits and clawing your hair as his lips left subtle bruises against your chest. You slipped the phone out of your pocket quickly, the caller ID showing your grandparents were calling from their home phone.

“I got to take this,” Your voice was deep and breathy as Katsuki continued. The debate in your mind to tell him to stop was short-lived before you decided that the conversation wouldn’t be very long if you had any say in the matter. As you answered the phone, Katsuki smoothly pivoted himself to hold you between his legs again. His body bent down as he slid hands under your shirt to raise it and pepper your abdomen with kisses, his breath tickled your skin making you squirm between his legs. “Hello? Hi,” You say as best as you can, “I just got finished moving around some boxes, sorry if I sound out of breath.”

“Oh, don’t worry dear,” Your grandmother’s sweet voice over the phone would kill most people’s moods but yours was still going strong as Katsuki’s hands moved to your back to unclasp your bra. “This won’t be long, I just wanted to see if we could catch dinner this week.”

“This week?” You look down to see dazzling rubies flutter at you innocently as a hand stretches the bra against your body. The clasp was undone but the straps stayed in place under your shirt. Katsuki’s hand slipped under the restraint and rubbed the pebble buried underneath tenderly. “I start classes this week, but I’m sure we can meet sometime after I’ve gotten my schedule figured out.”

“Well I was hoping to see you Friday, I’m sure you can work that out since you won’t be in school the next few days after that.” You could tell by the tone of her voice she wouldn’t leave you alone until you decided on a day to meet her for dinner, though you really just wanted to keep feeling Katsuki’s hands run up and down your skin.

“Yeah,” Your voice breathy as teeth grazed your sides.

“I’ll write that down then, Friday at 7 pm. Be at the Aux Crieurs de Vin in Toyohashi, please wear something formal and be on time. Please call again soon, goodbye!” The line went dead as she finished her sentence. She seemed rushed near the end but you couldn’t bother with thinking about her quick call when a hand reached around your waist and squeezed your ass. You tossed the phone onto the floor and stripped your shirt and bra off in one quick movement, leaving your chest exposed.

Katsuki followed your lead and even went as far as rolling off of you to strip out of his pants. You mimicked his movements and stopped to stare at the plain cotton panties on your hips. He sensed your hesitation and began to sit up slowly, a hand touching your arm gently.

“We don't have to if you don’t want to,” There was a twinge of worry in his voice as he spoke, not sure if he had pressured you into something you didn’t want to do in the first place.

“N-no, no,” You stutter and shook your head, “It’s not that, it’s just... I feel like maybe we should take this slowly.”

“I can get behind that,” Katsuki scooted closer to you and reached a hand across you to pull his shirt over your chest.

“Maybe we can just look at each other, ya know, naked,” You suggested, pulling the shirt back off of you.

Katsuki hummed curiously as he watched you unceremoniously leap up and drop your panties. He sat up on his knees and took you in, every inch of exposed skin beginning to ingrain itself into his memory. You waved a hand at him suggesting it was his turn.

“Alright, alright,” Katsuki felt more embarrassed this way somehow, he knew either way you’d see him naked but being observed naked was different.

Katsuki stretched the underwear past his member and let them fall much like yours did. You studied the curve of his arms and legs as they ran into his torso, his chest was wider than you expected. Katsuki’s pecks led to a fairly thin waist and strong legs. His engorged appendage was even a little larger than you had expected. You’d only seen one penis in real life, it had supposedly been average, but you didn’t have anything to compare at the time. It was strange observing someone’s physical features so closely, but it made you feel more comfortable in the presence of his nakedness. You walked across the room to pull a blanket from a box, one of many your father sent along, and lay on top of the naked mattress. Katsuki followed your lead and slipped under the blanket with you, his arm being your pillow once more as he pulled you close. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise as his member prodded your side. His hips shot back at the touch of your body.

“Sorry,” He muttered, “It’ll go away, just give me some time.”

“No worries,” You said, scooting back into his body. No longer surprised by the stiff company between you. Before long sleep had found you in the comfort of Katsuki’s arms.

It was different waking up to someone in your arms, for one it was entirely too hot. You ripped off the sweaty blanket and spun around on your butt to slap bare feet against the cool wooden floor. The early spring morning shone pale pink and orange hues into the barren bedroom. You turned to see Katsuki rolling over on his side, still fast asleep even as the sun began to peak. You leaned over and ran a hand through his hair affectionately, making him stir in his sleep.

“Mom, stop, just 5 more minutes.” Katsuki gently whacked your hand away from him and turned to roll his back in your direction.

You stifle a laugh and stood to make your way to the bathroom. It was early for a bath so you elected to take a quick shower to rinse the sweat and grime from your body. Once you finished, you clambered out of the bathroom looking frantically for your robe. With a hand across your chest, you wandered from box to box trying to find the robe. When you made it to the bedroom Katsuki sat on the bed with crossed legs looking at his phone, the robe you were looking for gently draped over him.

“I’ve been looking for that,” You whine.

“Well, you found it,” Katsuki spread his arms wide, the robe pulling away to show his exposed body. Your eyes flashed down at his flacid penis out of morbid curiosity. What you saw was not what you had expected it to look like. What was an innocent peak at his junk turned into a full stare, leading Katsuki to wrap the robe around him tight as he could.

“Hey, don’t look that hard,” Blush colored Katsuki’s cheeks as he followed your line of sight.

“Sorry!” You pivoted and turned to your closet to hide the stifled chuckle, rummaging through drawers for underwear.

“It’s not that interesting, I can assure you,” Katsuki shuffled around behind you.

“What do you wanna do today?” You asked as you pulled up your jeans, “We have one more day of freedom before school starts, maybe we can go out?”

“Do you wanna go out?” Katsuki slipped his shirt over his head and made his way over to you.

“Maaaybe,” You said in a sing-song voice, then an idea popped up in your mind. “Or we can watch the Star Wars series!” You turned to see his hesitant smile, Katsuki’s eyes already glazed over at the thought of sitting through 6 long movies. “Or we can go out, it’s still early so we can figure it out over breakfast.”

“We have to go grocery shopping first, I don’t think you had anything in the fridge.” Katsuki pointed out as he made his way out to the kitchen.

“No, there shouldn’t be at least,” You slipped on your shirt and followed him. When he opened the fridge it was as bare as expected.

“Well first task of the day: acquire groceries,” He said, promptly shutting the fridge. Katsuki’s phone rang from where it sat on the kitchen counter alongside his keys. He picked it up to see his mother’s caller ID, making him grimace. “I forgot to tell her I was staying out. She’s going to be mad for so many reasons…”

“I’ll let you take that then,” You said, retreating to the bedroom once more.

While you sorted through your belongings, Katsuki paced in the kitchen as he spoke to his mother. Or rather he bit his tongue as she chided him.

“You could’ve texted at least!” Mitsuki exclaimed on the other line, “I hope you didn’t do anything you’ll regret in the future-“

“Mom!” Katsuki whispered harshly.

“I’m just saying,” Mitsuki went on, “A lot of young couples have some happy little accidents that they have to raise.”

“Nothing happened, I can assure you.” Katsuki huffed irritably, “We unpacked her things and I fell asleep here, that’s all.”

“Okay,” She said in a sing-song voice, “If you say so. Just get home soon, we have lunch with your grandparents today. Remember?”

“Right,” Katsuki winced and looked back at your bedroom door where you were shuffling through your things and putting them away. “I’ll be home soon then.”

“Love you, I’ll see you in a bit,” Mitsuki blew a kiss before the line ended.

Katsuki shoved his things in his pockets and knocked on your door gently. You were unfolding a box to be recycled and setting it in a small stack on the floor. At the sound of him shuffling in you looked up from your task.

“Looks like I got to head home,” Katsuki said, the look of annoyance on his face told you he’d rather not. “I got to get ready for lunch with my grandparents.”

“Oh, okay,” You were a bit disappointed to see him go so soon but you understood, “Tell your family I said hello, and that I’m sorry for stealing you all night.”

“I’ll be back soon, maybe I can come after school tomorrow before going home?” Katsuki suggested.

“Sounds like a plan,” You smiled and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a tight hug. He kissed your head and held your hand as the two of you walked to the front door. Katsuki quickly shoved his shoes on and gave you another quick kiss before leaving.

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poisonouswritings · 2 years

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Ok, be warned, you did ask

Consider the fact that Astraea is a land of magic. Extend it to general fantasy. What is a popular creature in fantasy? DRAGONS. MC LEARNS THAT DRAGONS ARE REAL AND GOES ON A QUEST TO TAME ONE (if they aren't already used as some method of transport (akin to horses) (idk about fully domesticated dragons tho, I feel like feral/wild dragons are a given here but then again it seems like Astraea could potentially have domesticated ones))

Sage: MC you don't know what you're getting yourself into.

MC: I read the how to train your dragon book series. I'm practically an expert.

While funky /pos as a concept, I find it even better to think about it worldbuilding wise as this opens up a very exciting idea, exploration, and how it affects the developments of civilizations (along with various other choices to talk about but I'll get there lol).

We earthbeings were grounded for a significant portion of our existence and only started flying a little more than a century ago which is small in the amount of time that humanity has existed (for this I'm specifying builders (stone wall in Theopatra cave, about 23000 years ago, humanity has been around for a while and even then there could be older structures)). Anyway my point with that was flight is a highly new concept in human history, it potentially wouldn't be with dragons in the mix.

The existence of dragons also opens up ideas for social structures, conflict, and statuses. Not to mention professions and how people interact with this species (and making those species omfgggg my writer brain and inner child are having a field day (seriously there is so much fun to have with this concept :D)).

There's also fun cultural stuff that one can play with. Religion, fashion, art, etc.

Dragons in hunter gatherer and neolithic societies would be especially useful for tools and war. Clothing out of hides, armor out of scales, weapons made of the strong and sharp materials, would maps be easier to make?

Imagine a social/political conflict. Let's say the American civil war, now imagine how that would go if they had dragons. Everything has a trade. But I digress, warfare in this case is quite the interesting idea. At least in the socioeconomic state of the current time in the game the warfare status is easy, swords, magic, maybe a battle-axe if we're feeling particularly lethal. However if we were to go centuries into the future, would their technology be like ours?

Could dragons have access to magic? What could one do with their body parts? Are dragons more valuable alive or dead? (I'm answering this question, alive for sure but then that answer also depends on the profession of the person being asked). What kinds of technological advancements could be made with those parts? (I could very easily go off into a tangent but thankfully I won't)

Unfortunately there are fallacies to my headcanons. Dragons would be presumably large, and if were in fact part of civilization, Porrima, Rivath, Mournfall, and other populated areas are lacking in such a resource. At least from what has been given to us by the game. We don't even have mention of dragons.

But fortunately that doesn't mean that we can't make up our own worldbuilding ideas and hopefully you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. :3

Ooh this is a lot of interesting ideas! I like how you tied in real-world concepts and conflicts. It helps ground everything in reality (or as much reality as you can get when talking about dragons and magic).

The only canon reference we have to dragons (as far as I remember) is in Sage's route, Chapter 2, during the Two Truths and a Lie game (star choice). MC says they slayed a dragon and Sage says that's a lie because they 'would be burnt to a crisp' if they'd tried. Which is. Uh. Not a lot to go off of. But that does tell us dragons are canon and they probably are not domesticated, at least not widely. Everyone has a different canon, though, so I guess that's besides the point.

I'm fascinated by the way that dragons - specifically domesticated ones - could have shaped various societies. It makes me think of the movie April and the Extraordinary World (2015). It takes place in a world where electricity was never discovered (kinda - it's hard to explain because it takes a sci-fi turn into Lizard People and stuff) so coal and steam engines still rule the planet. As the world's population completely stripped the Earth of trees and subsequently polluted the air to the point where people carried around gas masks. Obviously the world's political powers shifted. It's a French movie so the focus is Paris but it gives you an idea of the rest of the world. It's a good movie and I recommend it. Maybe it'll even give you some more ideas?

I loved reading your thoughts!/gen Thanks for sharing. It's always really fun to see what you guys come up with, and there's something heartening about so many people still loving LL enough to think about it like this.

Idk. I kinda wanna write about dragons now. If we can have cat/rabbit/bull/deer/etc. ilephtas then presumably we can have dragon ilephtas too. That could be fun.

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #anon asks #dragon anon #ozzy answers #ozzy speaks

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an-sceal · 1 year

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CW: Animal endangerment because I'm a fucking moron.

We went out to grab dinner and run an errand. I put my parrot, Nieshka, back in her cage and even moved her "wet food" (aka her fresh veggie chop mix) into her main food bowl because she hadn't been out much today and I usually only give her chop on her playstands.

I guess somewhere in the mix of rearranging food, putting on my jacket, and getting out the door, I forgot to actually CLOSE the cage. We got home and it was dark, and as I went to turn on the light suddenly there's this bird screaming at me. When I flipped on the light I could see she's been on walkabout- there was a lovely circle of poop the entire circuit through the dining/kitchen/living room where she likes to pace in circles. More worrying, there was a bunch by the front door, like she'd sat there for a really long time. (She poops... a lot. Consequences of a lot of fresh food, but also she seems to think it's a really great trick.)

She had one wing down when I first saw her. I thought it was broken at first, and my heart just about stopped. Then she tucked it up. I offered her my finger and she tried to step up, but her foot seemed really weak. I picked her up and inspected her for injuries-- didn't feel any broken bones or find any blood or puncture wounds, thankfully. (We have three indoor cats. That's why Nieshka has to be supervised on her evening jogs around the great room. They are all afraid of her, but I know how easily fear can turn to attack, or even just to 'I wonder if bird tastes good?' so they don't interact.)

As I was holding her, she seemed to get more strength in the leg/foot. I set her down on her cagetop stand and she went for her food immediately, then drank a bunch as well, also lending to the thought that she'd been down on the floor the whole time.

I think she probably let herself down for walkies a bit after we left, and circumnavigated the main floor until it got dark, at which point she settled somewhere to roost. I suspect that when we pulled up in the driveway she heard me, got startled/excited, and took off, then hit the window and scooted back over by the stairs. She doesn't seem tender when I touch wings/legs/head, and she's not seeming to be any more light sensitive than usual (she's like, 70% eyeball by volume, so she doesn't LOVE having light shined at her), so I am hoping really hard that she didn't give herself a concussion when/if she hit the window.

Meanwhile, I've got her in a small, dark, warm hospital cage (her airline carrier), and she seems puzzled but okay, except for a few wobbles. (To be fair, she is the least graceful bird I have ever met. She's a potato with wings, and has the grace of a rock dropped off an overpass. I debate all the time about clipped wings vs. unclipped, but fall on the side of unclipped because she lands better fully flighted. When I brought her home clipped, she'd drop out of the air and skid across the floor if she decided to go for a flight.) If anything is wrong it will have to be vetted tomorrow anyway, because there's not a single emergency vet in the entire DC area that treats birds.

I'm aware every time I hold her that birds aren't domesticated. Yes, she's handraised, and obviously tame, but essentially she's bonded to me as part of her flock. This is, at heart, a beautiful little wild creature that lets me kiss her head and tickle her toes and speak to her in a language she mimics because I'm too dumb to learn to speak hers. As a bird, she's not what one would call "majestic"-- she's short, round, and only vaguely aerodynamic in the sense that she has wings and her head is smaller than her belly. But as a companion, she's a pink and purple toddler with problem solving skills and a mind of her own, and she chooses to be my friend, in whatever capacity she recognizes that relationship. That's amazing to me. I signed on for 20-40 years of her stomping her feet and screaming when she's happy and pooping on me, and I'd pretty much never forgive myself if my stupid, stupid inattention meant that she got injured.

Which is why it's midnight, and I'm still awake and watching her. She seems fine, just a little upset and maybe slightly wobbly still. She stepped up from finger to finger (meaning she had to use both feet), she ate more, and she would like OUT of the tiny dark box, please.

I'm rambling. This is all just a really longwinded way of saying I forgot to close my bird's cage when I left the house, and I think she might have a mild concussion but I have no way to have her looked at right now, and I feel like the worst pet owner in the world. (Which my cat, Loki, would like to confirm, because I held him down and made him take a laxative earlier. I am clearly a monster.)

#cw: injured animal #agnieszka pi

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fatui-gf · 3 years

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Childe x Dom!Reader

this work will contain femdom, slight bdsm, bondage, light degradation and overstimulation, so if you're uncomfortable with any of these, don't read!

the reader IS NOT Lumine or Aether, they are an adventurer from the guild but have no relation to the protagonists of the game, they are over the age of 18

Everyone knew Childe as somewhat of an unpredictable and dangerous man. He was quite the problem childe, easily ending up in fights, getting a kick from danger. That's what really got him excited, the uncertainty if he'll even make it alive. Always ignoring all of this pain, sometimes even enjoying it which he wouldn't like to admit.

But he felt something special, something more while fighting with you. There was something so alluring about the way you would move and gracefully use your weapon of choice while still remaining gentle about it. He could see that you never wanted to hurt him, even though you knew he was trouble and a fatui, not the guy to be trusted.

As the days went by, you've developed an interesting relationship. Childe would surprise you when he got the time, taking you out to eat or just have fun in the city, always being the one to pay for everything, of course. Gods, this man loves spoiling you.

Slowly, this turned into a friendship but you wondered if this could turn into something more. He would sometimes make dirty jokes or some suggestive remarks but never something that would make you sure that he's into you. He looked like a player after all, he was quite hard to decypher.

This day, you were in your apartment in Liyue, you've just finished cleaning yourself up after getting done with the commissions for the day when you saw a familiar man's face looking at you through the window, standing on your balcony as if this was normal behavior.

As soon as he saw you, he started tapping on the glass, wanting to be let in. You sighed and opened the balcony door. He just laughed nonchalantly

"Hey girlie, long time no see" he said with a smile on his face.

You wanted to ask how he got up there but then realized that it might be better not to. You shot him a small warm smile.

"Are you bored again or injured from. a battle?" you asked.

He laughed "Not this time, I wanted to be better and was more careful this time, for you. But I can see that you like acting as my little nurse though, huh? Do you really love me this much?" he giggled softly, teasing you.

You felt warmth on your cheeks. Again not being obvious, this man... Trying to hide your initial response, you just rolled your eyes and sat on the bed. He followed, still not taking his gaze off of you. He rested his hand against his cheek with a grin. He looked so adorable, it was hard to believe that he was a fatui harbinger.

"You know, I've been thinking a lot about you lately. You have no idea how much I've dreamed about those hands of yours around my... I meant to say, your hands intertwined with mine"

Wow, was he bold. You didn't know how to interpret this but you've had enough, all of this teasing and remarks, it drove you insane at this point. You firly grabbed his chin, positioning it so that he would look directly at you. There was no turing back from this point. You could see his eyes widening from surprise and a pink flush appeared on his face.

This boy was so caught off guard and damn, did he look absolutely adorable like this.

"Playing rough with me, girlie? Just don't be surprised if I bite back" he teased you again.

He truly was a one hell of a brat. It filled you with excitement, how endearing it would be to tame him.

"As I expected from a dog like you, all you ever do is bark and threaten to bite but as soon as I'd raise my voice, you'd turn into a puppy".

Childe felt his length harden in his pants. You could notice it too but focused on his embarrassed expression.

"I'd like to see you try, make me" and so he provoked you.

You gently pushed his shoulders so that he fell on his back on the bed. You started to kiss him deeply while undoing his shirt and tossing it aside.

You could see all the healed scars on his stomach as well as two pink nipples. You gradually made your way to them, sucked and bit on them resulting in a few moans escaping Chile's mouth.

You then unblucked his pants, paying attention to his glowing vision. It looked so pretty glistening in the rays of setting sun. You gently put it away, trying not to damage it and just wondered if using it in some form to play would be too much. You then used his belt to tie him to your bed.

"Confident, are we?" he laughed, his blue eyes staring at you from underneath his long eyelashes.

"I'm just doing what had to be done since long ago, you're always talking, always looking like the cocky guy but truth be told, you're just a little bitch when someone finally knows how to handle you properly".

You could see him gasp, probably never been told something like this before. But saying that it didn't arouse him would be a lie.

"Then turn that little bitch into your bitch" he winked at you.

You removed his pants and looked down at his bulge. You slightly poked it with your foot, slowly stroking it which made him breathe more heavily, a few moans escaped his lips. You kept going as you took off your top and later your bottom, keeping only a beautiful new lacy lingerie. You wanted to just feel fancy today, chilling at home feeling confident in yourself with this new set on but it turned out to be so convinient.

He practically could eat you with his gaze, he loved how it looked on you, you looked like a goddess. You then pulled down his underwear, allowing his dick out, it was pink and very erect, leaning towards his stomach. You placed your hand on it, caressing it with your fingers and you could feel the precum on them. You looked at them and then at Childe and put your finger in his mouth, making him taste his own precum. Due to the humiliating nature to what you've just done, he would like to admit that he got off to the taste of himself but he did. He closed his eyes and sucked on it. He looked so desperate.

You went back to touching his member, picking up on the pace and put a few fingers inside his ass. This made him moan the loudest and you could see his eyes get a little bit teary.

"Y/N please-" he somehow muttered between the moans.

You were practically milking him at this point, going rough with no mercy.

"Please what? Use your words."

He felt so embarrassed but managed

"Please make me cum, please- I feel like I'm so close, I will do everything to you, I'm your personal slut".

It was hard to believe that Tartaglia would say such explicit things in this manner. You then stopped which was met with a displeased groan from Childe.

"You have to earn it".

His eyes sparkled as you unblocked his hands.

"On your knees".

He complied and stepped from. the bed to then kneel right in front of you, his cock painfully twitching. He moved his hand to your thighs getting high of the smell of your skin. He wanted you. So bad. At this point he felt like a bitch in heat, lost all of his self control as he spread your legs open, his tongue basically automatic, going on your clit. It took you by surprise that the harbinger knew what he was supposed to do right away.

He was skilled or maybe just the heat got to his head so much that he tried his best. This didn't really matter though because anyway it felt so good. Not only did you make such a dangerous man get on his knees but also serve you. You were truly special and he had masochistic desires but let's just focus on you being special.

He kept going with all his might while also caressing your thighs. You felt the pit in your stomach growing as you grappled his hair and pulled on it. You came right on his face.

"Such a good boy..." you whispered.

You then tugged on his hair again and placed him below you. You then took your panties and placed them on top of his dick. Childe gasped. You then proceeded to stroke him with the lacey panties right on top of his length.

"I wonder what the other fatui would think of this pathetic image. Tartaglia, the great harbinger getting jerked off with panties as he pants and moans like a slut. You're so embarrassing" you teased him which finally brought him to his climax.

Sharp breaths accompanied his moans. You tossed the cum stained pa tied away, will probably make him wash them later. You then placed yourself right on his cock and started moving.

"No! Wait, you can't do that i-it's- fuck.... It's too sensitive!" he exclaimed breathily.

You kept on going as he basically screamed underneath you.

"Fuck, this hurts so much that it's good" Chile's eyes practically rolled back, he was such a mess, teary eyes, drool rolling down his chin.

But he was your mess, your adorable boy. You kept going as you felt him cum again, feeling his warm semen filling you as he gasped and moaned and groaned. You touched his cheek lovingly, wiping the tears with your thumb. You got closer to him and placed a lot of kisses on his face. He was wrecked, in a good way.

"Soooo... does that make us, like, a thing?" you asked while looking away. You really did fall for him and didn't want it to be just purely sex. You wanted more of him.

He pulled you closer, putting his shaky hands in your hair as he gave you a peck. "Does that answer your question?"

You cuddled him, holding him very tightly and close, making sure he stays with you. You both fell asleep like that, curled up together. In the morning when you woke up earlier than him, you made sure to make breakfast for the both of you. It felt so warm and domestic. Childe felt like home to you.

Author's note I had to move blogs because I wasn’t satisfied with it being a side blog, I wanted to keep it as a main so if you’ve seen this ff before, that’s why! Also, this is my first fic so please don't be too harsh on me dhdhjdnd. I'm posting it at 5am for me because I couldn't sleep so I'm sorry if I missed any typos, feel free to correct me! And I hope you liked this little scenario, pls share your thoughts about it with me 💗

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #fanfiction #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #scenario #imagine #smut #dom!reader #headcanon #fem!reader #genshin impact x reader

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slashersins · 4 years

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( this came about due to me and @bloodysnowdrops talking about our favorite shape’s eating habits )

how you met michael . . .

you cooked him dinner . well , you cooked yourself dinner . michael was hungry , the scent of a freshly cooked meal luring him to your home , he watched you finish said meal , and broke in . he was fully expecting to devour whatever was made so the gnawing burn in his stomach would ease after dealing with the screaming , a fight , having to chase you and hunt you down . a nice kill before dinner .

instead , for some reason , you made him a plate , with larger portions than on your own , and slid it across the table . there was a stand off . michael standing , watching , staring at you with an intense empty gaze before his eyes finally settled on the offering . a slight head tilt , and then he was sitting . you were smart enough - or maybe dumb enough - to look away while michael ate , staring at your own food and not raising your head . it was obvious who this man was . and you were hoping dinner would save your life . lucky for you it did . and when you looked up after eating , michael was gone . just as quietly as he had emerged .

but . . . there was an issue with feeding the shape . like a feral cat you left out a can of food for at your back door , he came back . never a sound made . never a word uttered between you . for weeks , michael showed up . the same time . always at night , and always usually covered in grime and gore . always for a free meal , a good meal . better than the tasteless gruel served in the sanitarium . so he kept you alive . not at all docile . not at all safe . always ready to snap your neck , to stab your chest , to draw your blood . you were useful in staving off michael’s need for nourishment . that was all .

eventually , enough was enough and you were tired of having to clean up the mess michael made when he came in . you were tired of having to go and buy new knives as yours kept disappearing - and you didn’t want to think about where they ended up .

it was a fight , trying to get michael clean . you tried to tell him that he couldn’t have his dinner until he showered as if he was some prepubescent boy being scolded by his mother . you ended up having to clean up more than just blood and dirt off your kitchen floor that night . and somehow michael still left with a plate of food in his hand , miraculously untouched by his rage at being denied a meal .

then - then an idea struck . michael was much like a feral cat still . he wasn’t your pet , just a stray that came around for food . someone who only kept you alive for that very purpose . but maybe , just maybe you could persuade him like you would a stray . all you’d need is a treat . something special , something enticing . so , you made him a cake .

to your utter surprise , it worked . the smell of baked goods had put michael on high alert . and he was hellbent on sniffing it out , finding it and devouring the sweet treat , but to his annoyance he had no idea where it was in the house . not that he was against tearing it apart in his search , but the gnawing hunger in his stomach had him hovering over you in the kitchen like a lethal tiger as you finished making dinner . and instead of leaving after he was finished eating , michael stayed .

you were thankful that michael could take a hint , as well as concerned that he seemed to know where and what every room in your house was . the simple “i was thinking of eating some dessert after a bath or something. ya know , as a treat !” was enough for michael to take the hint . he stalked to the bathroom and stripped , stepping into the shower with no resistance , only giving you an empty sideways glance when you popped in to grab his blood soaked coveralls in hopes of finally cleaning them .

he reemerged just as you finished loading the washer with the strongest detergent you had , and twice the amount needed . and you were thankful that the over sized shirt and sweat pants you’d bought for just this hopeful chance fit him .

he was swift to sit back at the table , looking at you expectantly with his cold gaze . he wanted his cake dammit . and you knew better than to keep the boogyman waiting , so his treat was promptly set before him . and you left him alone to eat .

after that . . . michael came around more often . stayed longer . stayed the night and used your shower with the expectation of having his clothes washed each time . it was a shift in the way things were . and well , you couldn’t say it was terrible . another reason to keep you around you guess . and you couldn’t help the satisfaction that came with knowing in some ways the stray might be becoming somewhat tame . somewhat . or maybe not at all . at least it was a sense of normalcy . and that sated you .

soon it went from michael sitting on the couch , staring at the tv , always on high alert and aware of you at all times to michael sleeping there . still as the dead and stiff , feet hanging off the edge of the couch . it didn’t look comfortable in the least . but there wasn’t much of a solution . there was only one bed in the house , and it already had an occupant in it . plus you weren’t too sure about what boundaries you might be overstepping if you invited michael to share the sleep space .

like many things , however , michael solved that problem himself . when you were unceremoniously shoved out of your own bed and onto the floor , only to get up and see michael laying in your bed . taking up all the space , and looking literally dead . somehow the feral cat you’d invited in was taking over . and now it was you sleeping on the couch . at least it was you sized . you made sure to steal the covers in retaliation . it took a few nights before you finally relented to michael’s less than polite way of telling you he was sleepy. or maybe you were just tired of being shoved to the floor , but you permanently relented to sleeping on the couch .

it’s been a few months . maybe four or five since your first encounter with michael . and things were going smoothly . or as smoothly as it can go with an impromptu serial killer roommate . at least in your eyes .

michael . . . michael was feeling antsy . angry . confused . he was feeling emotions . and he didn’t do emotions , not the ones that made his hands twitch , and head hurt . not the ones that he felt each time he started walking towards your home after a kill .

excitement he was familiar with . there was always that warm tug of adrenaline when he chased a victim , the satisfaction of a kill warming his blood and rendering him sated for a moment . but this . . . it was different . this excitement hurried his normally slow and careful steps . it had his finger tips buzzing , itching to open the back door you learned to leave unlocked for him . it had his heart beating ever so quicker in anticipation of hearing you welcome him home and telling him what you’d both be having for dinner . he hadn’t noticed this feeling before . this warmth . he wasn’t capable of feeling so . . . domesticated . was he ?

and that , that made the familiar anger surge through him . was he being domesticated ? was he being tamed ? what was this feeling ? furious at himself for having these weak emotions , these unfamiliar , unsafe emotions , he quietly raged while his mind raced with solutions to this problem . but that only lead to more .

he could kill you . you wouldn’t be expecting it . you wouldn’t run . he could easily step inside , walk behind you and bury his knife in your back . watch as you bled out on the floor as he ate whatever food you’d made for them . that was something he could do . his solution . but his grip on his knife faltered as he took another step . a new feeling . a new emotion flooded his senses as he thought of your lifeless body . as he thought of your face contorted in pain and eyes empty as they stared at nothing . it was a weight on his chest , crushing and his heart seemed to twist violently . he couldn’t kill you . but he had to.

and yet he stood rooted in the ground . still as a statue as he stared hard at the glint of the moonlight on his blade . you couldn’t be so important to him . all you did was provide food and shelter . anyone could do that . anyone could cook a meal that he could eat . he didn’t need you . all those thoughts swirling until he turned on his heel . he had to prove it to himself . show himself that he was just attached for basic needs . show himself that you truly meant nothing . just a place to sleep . just a free meal . nothing else .

it lasted two weeks . no michael . dinners for two served to only one , the other half spending time in the fridge for when the man showed back up . sleepless nights spent on the couch . he wasn’t dead . the murders and missing people reports continued as usual . but he hadn’t come home . still , you waited . the food still made . desserts made desperately - even resorting to sticking pies on the windowsill to cool in hopes to find it missing only to find it still there . two weeks and no michael . and for some reason , you were a wreck . worried and lonely . missing the deadly man that you’d come to enjoy the company of . quiet as he may be , always masked , always eating your food and stealing your bed . but for that short while he’d been yours . maybe this was why you were always told not to feed strays .

it was no better for michael . food tasted like ash . too burnt , too under cooked , too unseasoned , too over seasoned . it was disgusting even if it satisfied the ache in his stomach . and the annoyance of having to deal with screaming and kicking and fighting and police sirens that sped his eating - it was irritating . it made him more brutal . more bloody . and the way it dried and itched on his unwashed coveralls irritated his skin . the wrongness of the beds , too firm and too soft and too filthy . smelling too much like body odor or sex or just -

he was rage personified even more so . tired and hungry for a meal made by someone he didn’t want to think about . wanting to take his time in devouring his food , in gouging himself on sweets cooked only for him . to stand for as little or as long as he’d prefer under a hot shower , using the body wash and shampoo that wasn’t his but wasn’t one of his victims . missing the refreshing feeling of clean clothes and looking in wonder at how all the blood stains seemed to fade away .

it was all he could think of while eating . after the high of a kill wore off . when he was trying to force himself to sleep on whatever bed or couch or piece of earth he could find that night . and it didn’t help that those thoughts were followed by you welcoming him home , offering him dinner , asking to watch a movie and eat cake or pie or cookies or whatever you’d baked that night . of the way your eyes lit up when the clothes you got him fit while his coveralls washed and the rattling of the washer and dryer boomed in the house so loud the tv had to be at max volume .

it lasted two weeks . two weeks . and michael finds himself standing in the kitchen of your home . there’s no food cooking . and the lights are off . yet the glow of the tv is easy to see , and the volume , for once , is at a normal light mummer . and there you are . curled up on the couch , looking ready for bed , with two boxes of pizza on the table . one unopened , and one half eaten . a tub of ice cream with a spoon stuck in it in your lap .

he takes in the scene . you may not have cooked but you ordered enough food for two . yet its just two . you have a dessert that you’ve barely touched , you’re all ready to fall asleep on your couch despite having your bed to yourself . you’ve been waiting for him .

something inside of michael snaps , it had him moving from his spot standing over you , watching with cold calculating eyes . he’s by your side in a heartbeat , silent and sudden . he cares little as he lifts his mask enough to uncover his mouth , taking the unopened box of pizza to claim and devour his own slice . he doesn’t blink when you jump suddenly , startled by his arrival . he just eats . ignoring the bubbling , warm sensation that envelops him as your attention shifts to him . as he tastes food that was purchased just for him and swallows it down . he doesn’t give you a glance or pause . that is until you speak .

it’s wavering , watery like you might cry , or have been . but there’s so much relief in it , a happiness that even michael can recognize . and his eyes shift to your face , head tilted slightly as you smile brightly . even as hot tears stream down your cheeks .

“ welcome home , michael . i got us some pizza and ice cream . i missed you . ”

#michael myers x reader #michael myers #slasher x reader #michael myers imagine #slasher imagine #slasher #slashers

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karasimpno · 3 years

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{Day 24} The Party Goes With You | Kuroo x Reader

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Gn!Reader

Genre: businessman!poker-playing!Kuroo AU, angsty-knight-in-shining-armor moment, angst/pining

WC: ~1.3k

Warnings: suggestion of unhappy/borderline abusive marriage, alcohol, gambling, cigar use

⍋⋆*❅｡. 25 days of fic-mas mlist .｡❅*⋆⍋

And we’re dancing nose to nose Darling do you suppose, oh darling do you suppose this party could be just us two? — The Party Goes With You; 35mm (music and lyrics by Ryan Scott Oliver)

You don’t speak of names or faces, but there is one face that always stands out to you.

Well, part of a face, rather, as the businessman with the immaculately-pressed suits always seems to let his hair hang down over his right eye. He’s all flashes of white teeth and heated golden gazes as cigar smoke swirls around the dimly-lit back room of the seemingly hole-in-the-wall bar. His lips move flawlessly as he tells joke after joke, keeping conversation moving as he robs the other players blind.

Though you usually work the front bar, serving cheap, disgusting drinks to equally foul men, on Saturday nights, you’re required to play dealer in the high-stakes poker game that is run out of the discreet back room of the bar. Your husband owns the place but owes money to every player, so he’s never there. But he thought his high-profile patrons could use a pretty face and a nice body to look at while they weekly gamble away some of their highest earnings—the bids rising to numbers beyond what you could ever make in a year.

Dealing is simple. The actual game itself is surprisingly not very heated, considering the fortunes at stake. But the gentleman with the hair as black as pitch and the shining golden ring on one of his nimble fingers is what keeps it so. The cant of his voice and his relaxed posture, suit jacket slung over the back of his chair, keep everyone in amiable spirits, energy flowing between them like the liquor through their veins. His lips move flawlessly as he charms his competitors, periodically lifting a crystal glass with his favorite Armagnac to them as locks eyes with you over the rim of his drink. He is dashing to say the least, and his gaze makes your body temperature rise, but you manage to keep your posture indifferent as you shuffle and flip the cards. With light conversation in sultry tones, the evenings are always interesting, as renowned businessmen do their best to outdo each other, racking up substantial bar tabs all the while.

Oh, and your favorite part.

In addition to taking the pot, at the end of every round, the player with the most winnings earns an added prize: a dance with the alluring dealer. You’d be exaggerating if you said that your mystery man wins every round, but certainly not by much. He ends up on top in a good 90% of the games.

“Sorry, fellas,” he always smirks devilishly, rising from his seat as the losing players grumble, throwing their cards down on the custom-made black felt. In spite of yourself, your heart skips a beat every time he extends his long fingers across the table to you. With a smile that you attempt to tame into mere professionalism, you accept his hand. Ever so gracefully, he lifts your joined hands over the heads of the other players, carefully guiding you from your nook in the table to the open space adjacent to it. Some of the players get up and wander into the front bar to buy more liquor. Others stick around and busy themselves chatting about their businesses and dealings. But you hardly ever pay attention to any of that, as the moment his firm hand snakes around your waist, pressing heavily but comfortably against your lower back and pulling you fast against his chest, everything else fades into the background.

He’s clearly an excellent dancer—feels like he could have studied ballroom dancing—but all you ever do with him is sway and spin as he speaks lowly into your ear, incapable of being heard by the others. He pulls you so close that you feel like every part of you is touching him as your chins hover over each other’s shoulders. He doesn’t speak of husbands or wives or work or his life at home. He always just speaks of the oddest things, some fun new fact, or something interesting he saw the other day. Neglected by your husband, this man makes you feel sexy, and wanted, and alive with your hand wrapped in his strong but surprisingly gentle one. Respecting your privacy and knowing your husband, he doesn’t ask you about yourself but you love just to hear him talk. He always comes up with the most interesting things to tell you and you love that about him.

You didn’t love your husband. Maybe you never did, but he’d grown so aggressive with you since making you manage his debts, the bar, his patrons...you had nothing left for him but resentment. But something about the dashing businessman whose name you don’t even know has you finding a spark in your life again.

“Alright boys,” he always says with a characteristic grin when he’s had enough gambling and drinking for the night. Some weekends it’s ten or eleven. Other weekends it stretches into one, two, once even three in the morning before he called it quits, his competition unraveling into drunken stupors as he stayed just as cool and collected, even as the empty brandy glasses began to accumulate around him late into the night. Your husband had instructed you to continue to deal for as long as the players were making bets.

When the man with eyes as brilliant as the sun stands to make his final call, he slings his discarded jacket over his shoulder, his other hand resting confidently on his hip. The other players chatter amongst themselves, murmurings of “maybe one more game,” or “should we stick around for another drink?” but they almost never do. When he makes his move to leave, the party goes with him. You often find yourself getting distracted watching him walk out the front of the bar with no hurry in the world, each slow step after step making your field of vision narrow down even smaller, until it only encompasses him.

You catch yourself sighing and are snapped back to the reality of what’s left behind: a bunch of men no different than any of the schmucks you serve at the front of the bar, the only difference between them being the withdrawal limit on their checking accounts. Whereas the mystery man always makes a point to thank you before he goes, his golden eyes halting on yours, the rest of the men attempt to sober themselves up and stumble out of the bar with grunts and dirty looks, leaving the mess of their indulgences behind.

And you’re left to daydream, thinking only of the man who comes in once a week, like a shadowy whirlwind of passion and excitement, dashing in and out of your life every Saturday night. The weeks are long, your husband is cruel, and the patrons at the front bar are unforgiving. Cleaning up after messy customers, you long for the weekend to come around, for the sight of that one man who makes your heart race and sweeps you off your feet before even touching you. You wish you could go back and rewrite the story of your life so that you met this man before your husband, and you could live a happy life together, just the two of you. Sometimes you catch yourself daydreaming of what a domestic life with him would look like, and remind yourself that he doesn’t even know your name, nor you his.

But when you’re dancing nose-to-nose, heat emanating from his chest and warming you from head to toe, you can’t help but buy into the fantasy that maybe he feels the same way. You want to ask him what he thinks, always desperate to know more—more about him, more about what he thinks of you, more of the way he sees the world, more, more, more from him. But the dance ends too soon, and you’re back to your role as dealer, him as player. The cards flip through your fingertips but all you crave is your fingers on his skin. The dream is as fleeting as a lead in the game.

And when he goes, the party—your life, your love, your spirit—goes with him.

A/n: okay this song is EVERYTHING to me but to me it’s always captured more of a feeling than like an easily interpretable scene for me. Phrases like “speakeasy, hole in the wall” and “cleaning up for vows in gold” and “the gayest party sad but true” just stick out to me and like I’ve always struggled to like ground it in some kind of narrative. BUT I took little nuggets in the song and became really attracted to the like singer falling in love with someone they barely know but see/serve all the time in sort of a bar setting. I was also really inspired by this scene in Molly’s Game (which is a good movie if you haven’t seen it)....I just love the idea of businessman Kuroo in like a cigar smoke-filled haze, drinking nice brandy, pulling you close and whispering sweet nothings in your ear......phew. This one is for my girl @bluntkingkuroo And THANK YOU GUYS so much for following along for such a fun event! I hope you all liked it!!! Xoxoxoxo -Elle

taglist: @slutawara @musicgetsmeoutofbed @azo-musxas @tsumurai @ghostlydiamond135 @animeboysimppp @honeybunny-sawamura @harokat

#kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo angst #elle writes #25 days of ficmas

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oftenderweapons · 3 years

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Cold Nights — Taehyung

Pairing: Taehyung x reader (nicknamed Lace)

Wordcount: 4.7k words

Genre: (mild) smut, fluff, romance

Rating: suggested 18+

Hi babes! I’m back with the Cold Nights drabbles, and after what happened in Girls’ Night, I think Taehyung’s was the story I wanted to explore the most, since the chemistry between him and Lace felt so natural and the conclusion naturally called for me to pick up the story from there. Although reading Girls’ Night is not necessary (even though I had lots of fun writing it and I selfishly took the liberty to write that before continuing with next prompt), I would highly recommend to read at least the second part, just to get the vibe of these two (you can find it here, btw.).

While Girls’ Night was written with the girls as OCs, in this case we have a classic readerxTaehyung fic.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: this is not explicitly smutty, though there are a few steamy passages (making out, teasing) and heavy flirting (mentions of masturbation). Also, Lace is a domme, as said in Girls’ Night, and the topic is discussed in this drabble too. Reader has pretty much a lot of experience in BDSM (mentions of lessons and club), and has had only one relationship, with a girl. Sexual orientation is discussed. Also, Taehyung shifts from cool kid to cute kid a lot. There’s a sprinkle of sexy driver Taehyung but also soft cuddlebug fluffy Taehyung. You can’t have one without the other, yk.

Wordcount is around 4,7k (I know, a bit long for a drabble BUT I GOT CARRIED AWAY).

Also, here is my masterlist

Enjoy!!!✨

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Watching Taehyung drive was something incredible. He looked like a demigod from Hollywood movies from the Sixties. He was so careless, so undoubtedly timeless, so iconic and unbothered. You wanted a picture.

And his driving was excellent. He was attentive, with a soft driving style, cruising down the half empty streets like a ghost, floating, decelerating with care before coming to a stop. He seemed to stop at yellow traffic lights a lot. He took the pauses to observe you, the way light seemed to shimmer on the silver details of your leather jacket. Rummaging in your handbag, you found your lipstick and mirror, deciding to reapply the cherry tint just because you could.

He stared, mesmerised.

You were so charming.

A diva.

A muse.

He was surprised at how such a small gesture unsettled him so much, making his insides flutter with nerves and arousal. He wondered how many of your ordinary actions could turn him on. He was eager to find out. Write a list. Submit it to your scrutiny. Show you how incredibly sexy you were in his eyes even when simply checking your nails or furrowing your brow in disapproval.

“Do you wanna stay in the car or do you want to take a walk?” He asked as he took a turn.

“Oh, I don’t mind. Your choice.” You said tentatively.

“I think it would sound extremely bad if I told you I know a spot.” He chuckled and you followed.

Looking down, you bit your lip. “I think it would sound extremely bad if I told you I’d like to see your spot.” You looked at him as both your faces tinged with a shy blush and two matching mischievous grins.

“Then we’re heading out, darling.” He said, focusing again on the road.

Apparently his spot was somewhere a bit out of the city, a ten minutes drive away. The winding street led you to a small clearing with a parking lot. You had never visited there, but you noticed an octagonal pavilion. Bukak Skyway, a sign read.

“The sky is a bit clearer here,” He said. “I swear I’m not going to kill you.” He laughed. “Namjoon likes to bike all the way here. It’s a famous spot among cyclists. I have a throw in the backseat. Do you wanna go out, sit on the bonnet?” He asked, trying to break the tension.

You thought about it. Staying in the car meant less chances of being seen. And staying warm. But going out meant Taehyung being way less dangerous; the public situation keeping both of you from doing potentially inappropriate things. “Will people see?”

“Does it bother you, being seen with me?” He asked, frowning, his expression dead serious.

“I don’t want you to get in trouble or people seeing you with a girl, starting rumors.” You shrugged and furrowed your brow.

“There’s maybe six or seven people. It’s dark. I’ll be covered. No one will see, sweetie.” Taehyung reassured you. “But we can stay in the car, if you prefer.”

“Let’s go out.” You said, smiling.

“Great choice.” He pulled out his phone and exited the car, grabbing the blanket he kept in the backseat.

You also exited the car, shivering and hugging yourself at the cold bite of the night air. “Wait.” He called, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders. “We can stay in the car if you prefer.”

“Let’s watch the city lights.” You replied, a bit uncomfortable since you felt your hands reaching out for him, but changing your mind at the last minute.

“Let’s do that.” He walked to the front of his car, propping his hip against the hood. As you walked closer, he held out his hands. “May I help you?” He asked, gesturing at your waist.

You blushed and nodded. “I’m sorry, I’m a bit heavy.”

Still he placed his hands on your waist, over the blanket. “Irrelevant. You’re a lady. Let me treat you like one.” He replied, unfazed before helping you jump and sit on his car. It was low enough that a small jump was all you needed. You fixed the blanket around you before he pushed himself up and sat beside you. The front of the car was right before a short wall, delimiting the parking lot from the street winding a few metres down. The quite steep hill allowed a clear view of the skyline, stretching out in front of you without any obstacle to your sight, Seoul and its towers glimmering in a humanly mirror of the night sky above. “How has it been?” He asked.

“Good. I’ve received a commission for a wedding so I’ve been busy.” You explained. “Plus spring-summer collection has arrived at the store. We’re studying arrangements.”

“Great.” He replied. “I’ve been working a lot too.”

“The girls mentioned your schedules.” You threw in.

“Yes.” He said simply, scrolling on his phone until a soft acoustic song came on. He placed his phone down. He had a playlist for moments like this. He didn’t have one for moments like this with you, but he aspired to build one together. He simply let his favourites play.

“You’ll be leaving for Japan tomorrow.” You said, half a question.

“Yes.” He replied again, looking at the lights of the city below. “The flight is at ten am. We’re leaving the city at eight.”

“And then the tour.” You commented.

He half saw it coming. “Yes.”

You looked at the sky. It felt like an old blanket thrown over your head, so old that bugs had eaten small holes through which light came in. It felt cosy. Domestic. Confidential.

“Is that why you have been running from me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, placing his palms together and shoving them between his knees to warm his hands.

The blanket was big enough. You scooted closer to him and tucked him in too.

He looked at you, at your small gesture of affection, your eyes meeting. You simply smiled as your arm pressed against his, shoulder to elbow. “I’ll be very honest, Taehyung.”

One more thing about you that turned him on: the way your lips curled around the second syllable of his name.

“I like you.” He said, direct and shameless, spelling the words with such certainty and determination that your heart lost a beat. Seeing it written on screen was nothing similar to hearing him actually say it.

“I like you too.” You replied.

He smiled and looked down, acting like a coy schoolboy.

“However, I think there is stuff you need to know.” You took a small pause to gather and organise your thoughts. “This tour thing scares me. I want to build something strong, something long term. I can’t do flings, Taehyung.”

“It’s okay. We can get to know each other and see if it works.” He replied, already trying to convince you to give him just one chance.

“We don’t have the luxury of time, though. You’ll be gone for how long? Two months?”

“Seven weeks.” He replied composedly and efficiently.

“And we have what? Four weeks between Japan and the Asian tour?”

“I’ll be in Korea until mid-May, then we actually start travelling.” He said, like a scolded puppy.

“That’s five weeks. And I doubt you’ll have time when you’re working for the concerts.” You objected. “You see how awful the timing is?”

“We can take it slow, see each other and hang out. No need for fancy, big things. We can do this.” He said, gesturing at your current location and activity. “No dating, no stuff. Simply getting to know each other.”

You bit your lip, frowning. “I’ll grow fond of you.” You said.

“Isn’t that the final goal?” He asked cheekily.

Your voice shook a little. “I don’t want to get used to you and see you leave.”

His eyes were wide and sweet when he met your gaze. “Well, I can promise you I’ll text, and call, and I know it’s not like being there, but we can use the distance to see how we handle stuff when we’re apart.”

“Isn’t it too early to be apart, a few weeks into a… an acquaintance?” You said, searching for the word.

“We’ll see if we miss each other like friends or more.” He said, trying to make everything sound sane and reasonable.

You looked at the city. How many people were out there, alone? How many girls were dreaming of being right here, right now, with him? “You’re dangerous for me, Taehyung.” You said, already feeling how easily he could manipulate you. “I would let you do wrong things to me. Because I like you that much.” You murmured.

“I promise I would never do anything to hurt you.” He said, turning to fully look at you. “I’ll make sure we don’t cross the line.” He said, and in that moment all the passion and the excitement and the arousal suffocated, tamed in his chest and stomach. It felt like turning an inferno into a candlelight. He would keep hormones at bay to grant himself a chance. He knew how fast the tour could go by. “We’ll go out. On walks. We could do this again, or we could go out early, watch the sunrise from Bukhansan. Whatever. I just wanna spend time with you. Give you a chance to know me.” He nuzzled into the blanket, but he was secretly looking for your perfume, trying to take in all the small details that made you you.

You let the conversation slip before trying to direct it on the topic that was worrying you the most. Gathering your courage, you spoke. “You aren’t curious about my bag, in the apartment?” You asked.

“If you were comfortable with it, you would tell. No need to ask you about it.” He shrugged. “I have nothing against it. I think everyone has their reasons. And there’s nothing strange or shameful about it. You like it? Good for you.” He smiled, not a pinch of malice in his voice or expression.

“I took lessons of several techniques of domming in a BDSM club here in Seoul.”

“So you’re a dominatrix?” Taehyung asked, his expression warm, as if he were asking about your hobby or the weather.

“Yes, but I’m not active anymore. If I wanted, I could be one.” You tried to explain yourself,

“What do you mean?”

“It means I have the technical and practical preparation but I haven’t participated in a scene in a while.”

“How long.” He asked, still chatting about it neutrally.

“About… four months.” You counted them. “Yeah.”

“How did you decide to take lessons?”

You laughed at the memory. “A woman recommended I tried after my yoga classes were disappointing. I started learning and I found out I liked that. Back then I was in a very vulnerable moment. I wanted to enter university and study business, so that I could build a firm out of the atelier, you know. Unfortunately, I didn’t pass. I grew desperate, started eating a lot out of stress and gained a lot of weight. Not only I felt like I was losing my dream but also my reality. I was literally one of those skeletrical models before, and then with all the weight I gained…” You gestured at your body.

“But it helped you, the course I mean.” Taehyung ignored your reference to your body.

“Yes. After a year I was even more confident than when I was skinny and full of dreams. I got healthy again. And with the confidence boost and the new attitude I managed to enter an online university, which was more suitable since I was already working both at the shop and at the club.” You smiled. “Plus I liked the sense of control and peace you need when you’re involved in a scene.”

He nodded. “I’m happy it all worked out.” He nodded some more before his mind produced one more question. “Is domination a non-negotiable aspect of your relationships?” He asked.

“No, I think. My first partner was a girl I had met at the club, but after that I didn’t ever mix the two.”

He didn’t even react to the fact, he simply took it in. He would never judge and he himself was not the type to consider gender a determining factor in terms of sexual attraction. Although he was a bit worried you were attracted to women exclusively. What if you would never like him like that?

You continued. “I had a few dates, never anything serious. And of course, I taught and I took part in scenes at the club, but it never led to sex.” You explained. “Sexual attraction is a tricky concept to me, I think.”

“So you’ve had just one relationship?” He asked, his expression neutral, however his slightly raised eyebrows gave away a bit of surprise.

“Yes.” You replied.

“With a girl?” He asked again.

“Yup.” You confirmed, nodding.

“But you’ve slept with men too, right?” He said.

You grinned. “Are you trying to make sure you’re the first?” You teased.

“I’m just asking. I don’t want to—” He shook his head. “I just need to know that you like me. Sexually speaking.”

You shook your head in disbelief. Little do you know. “I do. I think gender has little to do with actual attraction. I don’t think labels are important.”

“I agree on that.” He said, nodding, biting his lip.

“And I’m really attracted to you.” You took a big breath. “I might say something inappropriate, but—” You laughed embarrassedly. “I don’t mind domming. I like it. I’ve been doing it for a while, I’m familiar and it feels comfortable, but I’ve never felt the kind of attraction that makes me want to bend over backward for someone.” You paused. Took a deep breath. Continued. “Having this thing, with you… It’s something I’m not comfortable with. Because I feel you’re so much stronger than me that I don’t even want to put up a fight.”

He looked at the city.

He looked at you. You were rubbing your hands together out of embarrassment and the night chill. You placed one around the base of your neck, rubbing your wrist with the other in an attempt to warm yourself. You were so unbelievably beautiful.

He tsked and smiled. “Stop beating around the bush, sweetheart. It doesn’t suit you. What do you really want to say?”

You frowned. “I’m not comfortable saying it.” You murmured.

A chill piano piece started playing from his phone, a warm, tender voice of a woman mixing up with it.

“Okay. I can’t make you do it.” He pouted and nodded, looking away in the distance. “You know I’ve liked you since I first saw you. And there’s little you can say or do to push me away.”

You exhaled and tried to explain yourself. This was exactly the reason why Taehyung was dangerous. He asked, you delivered. “I have rarely felt attraction for someone because I’ve rarely found someone stronger, bolder, smarter than me. But then I started talking to you.” You shook your head in disbelief at your own confession. “You make me want to do things I’ve never craved before. And you being more powerful than me makes me want to let you take control.” You took a pause. “It makes me want to submit to you.”

He turned. “Is that why you need time? You want to get used to this?”

He is so smart. So attuned to people’s feelings and thoughts. He might as well be a mentalist.

“Yes.” You confirmed.

“And you want to get to know me to see if you can trust me?” He asked.

“Yes.” You confirmed again.

“I get it.” He nodded. “It must be something new, to see things from a new perspective. You said you feel uncomfortable. Does it make you feel bad, this thing with me?” He asked gently.

“I’m afraid of people finding out of the club, bringing it up, using it against you.” You admitted.

He shook his head. “What are the chances?”

“I used a nickname, and we have strict non-disclosure agreements. The place is often dark and sometimes we use masks, but I couldn’t use those when teaching. Anyway, there are pretty famous and powerful people in the club. I think it’s in everyone’s interest to keep mouths shut. Still.” You shrugged. “I want to protect you, Tae.”

His eyes turned into sweet, dark pools. “I don’t care.” He stated. “For now it’s not an issue. I’ll talk to our lawyer, see if there are any potential troubles with this. We both have the duty to protect each other.” He stated with certainty. “And once we’re sure and if this becomes more, then we’ll find a way.”

You felt warm in your chest. It felt good to be protected. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for opening up, darling.” He caressed your cheek tenderly, smiling at you.

You smiled back and looked down, away from his intense gaze.

He moved his hand away. “So you want to sleep with me?”

You laughed. “Sleeping is not the word I would use, no.”

“Which one?” He said.

“Which one would I use?” You asked, trying to clear up his request. Sometimes he spoke so cryptically.

He hummed in confirmation.

“I would say…” You thought about it. “I would say ‘spend the night’.”

“We could spend the night here. Talking until we have no secrets left to say. The night is amazing for secrets.” He mused.

“What about your flight tomorrow?” You asked, suddenly serious.

“Let’s go back to secrets and spending the night.” He said, trying to make his incumbent dark thoughts evaporate.

“What about them?” You were both staring at the city lights. Seoul felt so far away. Like a hologram. Or maybe like for a moment you had been subtracted from that world. Like you were stuck into a mirror, where nothing really, truly happens. Where people could see possibilities and daydreams, an alternative reality in which everyone could have a fragment of fictitious life. You felt like a mirage, ready to turn into dust, sand and smoke, a bizarre refraction of light.

Taehyung turned and stared at you. “I’m dreaming you won’t disappear, once morning comes. That this won’t be just a fantasy.”

It all turned even less real when his phone started playing a ballad about lights and stars.

“I won’t disappear.” You whispered back.

He looked at the city. “I need to tell you a secret.”

You turned with an arched eyebrow and an upturned pout.

Adorable, he thought. He leaned in towards your ear. “I’ve been asking myself if you had a fling with Namjoon and Vixen for the whole night. It feels good to hear that you like me.”

You were so close. Apparently being out in the open air, in a very public space had done little to keep things appropriate.

“I have a secret too.” You whispered, so close to his face. To his lips. You leaned in closer to his ear. “I have no fling with them. I’ve had no one for months. Years, if you exclude the scenes at the club — and I never had sex during those — and I’ve never had a man. I can’t wait to feel ready to give in to you. I promise I just need some time. Be patient and I’ll make it worthy. I swear.” You confessed, so raw with emotion.

He looked at you, inscrutable at first; then his face melted with wonder and joy. “All the time you need, darling.”

You smiled.

You both turned to look at the city. And then you turned to look at him. He was so beautiful. Glowing. Happy. Meditative and cool, like an indifferent god. Like Seoul could suddenly switch off with a general black out, and he wouldn’t even notice. He would just smile and cheer for the stars glowing brighter.

“I have another secret, Taehyung.” You murmured. He simply brought his ear to his lips, his gaze still focused away. You licked your lip and whispered, “I feel like if you kissed me now, I would literally glow in happiness.”

He turned to look at you. “Isn’t it going too fast?” He asked before shaking his head. “I mean, I don’t want you to regret this.”

“I’m sure.”

He looked in the distance again. You frowned and took it as a ‘no’.

And then he turned, cupping your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone. His hand could cover half of your face. It was enormous. You didn’t let your brain go that way. “I’m going to be sweet. Stop me whenever.” He murmured, before pecking your lips with his.

It was so short and light you almost didn’t feel it. Still, the tingling on your lips was a living trace of it, like stardust had inadvertently brushed over your skin. His body turned into a furnace beside you, or maybe you had suddenly warmed up when he pressed his lips to yours more insistently. “I’m gonna go harder at this.” He spoke on your lips.

Fuck, it was so sweet of him to tell you. He felt so gentle. Even when he started nibbling on your lower lip, encasing it between his lips, sucking it gently before pecking your mouth with his. The moment you held his upper lip between yours, tugging at it gently with your teeth, he lost control and moaned, letting your tongue tease the tip of his. His hand disappeared into your hair, pulling you close. His mouth forced yours to open as your lips crushed together, your tongues intertwining in a sensual and suasive dance made of twirls and small licks. Your hand flew to his hair, caressing his nape, the other one meeting his waist, turning him towards you.

Your whole body was on fire. The night felt so alight, so filled with possibilities now that even this was happening, too. It felt like the most appropriate time to begin something in the quiet and secrecy that the loving, protecting darkness allowed you.

His right hand appeared on your thigh, placed there gently, not gripping, not exploring. Simply staying, existing in that strange, assertive way Taehyung exists, like he is a totem standing in the middle of time and space, piercing them together, one to the other.

Your breath was laboured once you parted. His hand moved up, to your waist. He couldn’t resist from feeling the fleshy, material reality of this late night daydream, its real consistency. He let you breathe, nudging his lips against yours. “Another.” He whispered, diving in again.

And you let him. If this was the way he intended to do things with you, hell yes, you would let him.

His lips were soft, wet and warm, perfect around yours. He started alternating between your lower and upper lip, his hand finally grabbing the flesh of your waist, tugging you into him.

You pulled at the hair on his nape delicately, trying to part from him. It felt atrocious but it was necessary. Your judgement was beginning to get clouded. You should stop. “Tae, baby. Let’s take a moment.”

He nodded, pressing his forehead to yours and parting from you with a small peck on the corner of your mouth. “Sorry.” He murmured.

“Nothing to be sorry about. It feels amazing.” You smiled, caressing him on his neck. “I’m just cold. And I think it’s better if I head home before I do stuff I could regret.”

He looked a bit lost. “Would you regret getting carried away with me?” He asked, worried.

“No.” You replied without hesitation. “And that’s the problem.” You kissed his lips chastely. “But getting carried away is different from trusting you and willingly, consciously giving you everything I have.” You kissed him again, caressing his hair off his forehead, fixing his beanie. “And that’s the way I want it with you.” You bent to his ear. “I want to say ‘yes, sir’ to your every request. I want you to do to me everything you want. I want you to own me so fully that I’ll beg you to use me for your pleasure.” You whispered in his ear, slowly, the words getting tangled up in a net that you hoped would capture him and convince him.

His deep moan made you chuckle lightly, brushing your mouth against his. At this, his tongue lashed out, the tip curling around your lower lip. “I’m so drunk on you.” He growled. “I want you so much.”

You shook your head faintly, touching his face, the light stubble giving you the strange certainty that he was real, there, in front of you. “I know. I promise I’ll repay your patience in kind.” You looked at him intensely, trying to show him just how much you wanted him too. “I’ll repay generously, too.”

His eyes closed, his face nuzzling into your neck. “I don’t want to let you go just yet. I’m afraid this will turn out to be a one time thing.”

As your earring got caught in his beanie, you had a sudden eureka. “Sit up, Tae.” You said gently.

He got wide eyed and pouty for a second before wearing his poker face and obeying your command. Cupping his face, you smiled at him. “Let me.” You caressed his cheeks as you moved your hands away, bringing them to your earlobe and unlatching one of your earrings. It was a simple pearl surrounded by small rhinestones. Carefully you moved it to his naked ear, delicately pushing the needle through the tiny hole, securing it in the back with the clasp.

Looking at him, you smiled, biting your lip. “You’ll give it back on our next date.” You said, blushing softly, looking at him through your lashes.

Slowly his lips curled up, forming the cutest shy smile you had ever seen.

“My pretty boy.” You said, fixing the small lock of hair coming out of his beanie and framing his face. He wrapped his arms around your middle and hid his face in your neck.

“Thank you.” He said, simply.

“It’s okay, tiger cub.” You quipped back playfully.

Still blushing, he parted from you. “We should go, you’re shivering.” He said, jumping off the bonnet. “Come on.” He grinned at you.

God, you had a crush.

You followed him, still wrapped in his blanket, quickly opening the car and sitting, rubbing your hands together to muster some warmth to them.

He entered next to you and started the car, turning the AC on. He reached across the seats, grabbing your hands and rubbing them in his. “We should have stayed in.” He whispered.

“But the view...” You objected.

He smiled, bringing your joined hands to his lips, placing small kisses all over them. His lips were so hot.

“You’re right.” He smiled, placing your hands on his knee as he looked around, backing the car out of the parking lot and starting your drive back home. “You should insert your address on the GPS.” He murmured, his eyes glued on the road ahead.

“You sure? I can take pub—”

“Don’t you even dare. I’ll be sleeping on the plane. I can drive you.” He rumbled.

You raised your eyebrows and did as he told you.

“It’s just ten minutes from the dorms. Fifteen from my apartment.” He commented, noticing your address.

You shrugged and hid into your shoulders. “Thank you for driving me.”

“I’m being selfish.” He grinned, his eyes still on the road. “This way I’ll have you close for longer.”

Grinning, your sank into the seat. The drive was uneventful. Your left hand moved back onto his knee, his hand joining yours every now and then.

Seeing your building appear brought a bit of disappointment. You had grown used to the warmth of the car, the low background music, the comfort of the fabric of his jeans under your palm.

“This is yours?” He asked, looking at the small five-floor building with a restaurant down below.

You hummed in approval.

“Any parking spot close?” He asked. “I only want to accompany you to your door. No fancy business.” He promised.

“There’s the alley — wait left now!” You announced hurriedly.

He did so quickly. The neighbourhood was quiet and thankfully the sudden turn didn’t cause any inconvenience.

Still, he managed to drive smoothly, finding a row of parked cars and following the order. “Here we go.”

You grabbed your bag and moved the blanket on the seat as you exited the car.

He quickly moved around the car, grabbing your hand. “I don’t think anyone will see us. Or recognise me.” He said, following your lead.

“Here we are.” You said, awkwardly standing in front of the entrance to your building in a slight penumbra which eased your nerves a little.

“When will I see you again?” He asked eagerly.

“After Japan.” You said, smiling.

“We’ll be back Thursday next week, around midday.” He said. “Would you be free in the afternoon? I have a friend in a gallery who could book us a late private tour.” He explained.

You laughed and tried to recall your shift. You could find an agreement with your colleagues anyway. “Then I’ll see you on Thursday.”

“Good.” He said, with his signature serious look.

Just to give him a sweet goodbye, you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his, without allowing him to deepen the kiss.

“Oh, come on.” He whispered, chasing your mouth with his, eyes closed. “More.” He whined.

You let him. His mouth met yours again, both his and your lips immediately parting to melt in that same scorching desire. Your arms were already wrapping around his frame.

“Let me go.” You murmured.

“You let me go, miss octopus.” He teased. You stayed in each others arms for a few seconds, your bag abandoned at your feet. You stared in silence before he spoke. “I’ll be thinking about this all night.” He said, cupping your nape and pressing a bunch of small kisses on your mouth.

“Me too.” You moved your lips closer to his ear. “My hands will probably be between my legs while I do so.”

He snarled and groaned against your ear. “You’re a tease.” His hand palmed your hip heavily. His voice was husky when he spoke again. “Am I allowed to think of you when I touch myself?” He asked.

You chuckled and exhaled seducingly along the crook of his neck. “As long as you tell me what you were thinking about when you cum.”

He exhaled a breathy laugh. “We’re taking this slow, I see.”

“I can’t go any slower with you.” You looked into his eyes, releasing your arms from around him. “Sweet dreams, tiger.” You said, saluting him and picking up your bag before entering your building.

“Goodnight, nymph.” He replied, shaking his head in disappointment and at the same time smiling at your teasing nature.

You both stayed up all night, thinking about the night you’ll be finally staying up together.

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cooking together (part one)

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Chat Noir hasn’t spoken to her since she’s woken up.

To be fair, she doesn’t blame him. She doesn’t blame him in the slightest. How stupid of her to fall asleep on top of one of the most famous, most deadliest demons in the world— sleeping on top of him like he’s nothing more than a pillow. The great Chat Noir reduced to nothing but a cuddle buddy— oh how stupid of her. She’d cried in front of him— she’s done it before to the point where there is nothing of guilt left within her whenever it happens, and he’s never said anything before but comfort her. But sleep on top of him, oh, Tikki— what should she do now? Where does she begin?

They had sat there on either side of their couch, completely silent, each with their faces hidden behind their hands within moments of her scrambling to get off of him. No doubt Chat Noir was absolutely groaning to himself internally about how unlucky he is for getting stuck with a summoner that is absolutely desperate for affection like she is— to the point where she even latches onto him even during her sleep— oh, embarrassing! So embarrassing!

He must hate her, or find her absolutely weird— hell, maybe even find her to be the most incredibly annoying human he’s ever had the displeasure of meeting— oh, Tikki— guide her in what to do next!

He’d slipped away from the couch after a moment or two of silence, changed out of his clothes for something more fitting of the chores to do around their farm life, and had washed up in the washroom— leaving the house while muttering something under his breath about going to go check up on the hens.

She’s only now just gotten ready herself. It’s been a year or so since she’s gotten regular help with lacing her stays— it’s definitely doable by herself, of course, since she’s done it her whole life on her own— but Chat Noir usually helps her, claiming it's his job as a familiar to help her.

It’s always so much easier to do with an extra pair of hands, and no matter how much or how well she ties her hair to the side, she always ends up catching part of her hair in the loops whenever she does it by herself— so she’s been accustomed to being helped in that way. But by herself, goodness— the sensation of lacing herself and tucking the spare bits of string under the stomacher is almost foreign nowadays.

She’s put on her petticoat, too— it’s almost in the shape of a full-body apron, it too snagged at some parts of her hair.

She forgets how easy things in her life are, now that Chat Noir is there to help.

At least putting on her actual dress is a breeze. She’s picked her favorite wine-colored one, the one with the front closures this time, knowing that Chat has made no signs of wanting to return into the house and help her close it in the back. She can dress herself— she doesn’t need a powerful demon for help getting dressed— he’s not a maid. Besides, it’s not as if she’s gotten used to the domesticity.

She sighs to herself in the kitchen, trying not to peek through the window as she hears him corralling the hens outside the coup so he can bring in eggs. Oh, he’s gentle with their chickens, even if it seems he’s out of his element when he does so— he’s learned to behave around them over the year and months they’ve known each other, which is definitely good news. It’s almost as if he wants to be loved by the hens. The thought shouldn’t warm her this much, but it does— oh goodness— she tries beating down the feeling with a little slap to her cheeks, whining pitifully behind her palms.

Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid!

She needs to stop thinking about the concept of domesticity with him— oh, goodness, how she needs to stop— he’s a demon— and demons do not live in little, tiny cottages with their summoning witch. Demons do not live happily tending to hens and working on fencing a perimeter out the back of their land so that they can have horses and cows and sheep accessible as the years go on. Demons do not dream of coming home and placing kisses on their summoner’s cheeks and nuzzle with a purr. And demons definitely do not wish to talk about all the latest catch he and Luka got during their fishing escapades, bringing home barrels of fish hoisted onto a carriage so that they can sell and store!

Demons certainly do not entertain any notion of falling in love with a witch— goodness, of course they don’t— she’s certain that Chat Noir would be more excited to be doing actual demon work— whatever that may be— than to stay here and build up the posts for the fence. There is simply no way in hell that Chat Noir would rather be here.

She can stupidly dream and she can stupidly wish all she wants, but the moment that she brings back Adrien, Chat Noir will swallow her soul and disappear. She’s almost positive. After all, Ladybug she may be, but she’s nothing more than a witch that needs his help. A friend, sure— but— this is all just a transaction to him, is it not?

And yet, throughout all of this, she can’t stop herself from wishing. Wishing to wake up every morning in the same manner that she had today— pressed up against him, warm and safe, close enough to him that she could steal a kiss off of him— oh, she’s so silly, fantasizing about what she can’t have!

Maybe she can start with an apology gift— maybe he’ll talk to her then— he did say last night he wanted to try lover-honey cookies, after all.

It’s been years since she’s helped with the recipe, but she’s memorized it— even as she’d learned spells from her textbooks she’d bought off of traveling bookwagons, she also made sure to pay attention to her parents when they baked, just so that she knew how to make it in case they didn’t have any and she wanted to bring some for Adrien.

She’ll have to go into town to find a couple of things, they might be low on sugar— but it’ll be good for her to get out of the house— the more and more she stays inside the cottage, the more she’s bound to get cabin-fever from the amount of thinking that’s going on in her head.

Oh, but…

She leans on her elbows on the counter as she looks at the fire lily in the little vase she’s procured from the cabinets, sighing wistfully. The vase doesn’t do it justice, since it’s been such a long time since she’s decided to cut any flowers outside and bring some indoors— it is a little dusty and a little chipped, but that’s alright. The vase is far too wide to house just a single flower— it almost looks out of place without any surrounding foliage. Maybe she should go out in the backwoods and search for shrubbery or moss to accompany it, after making the cookies— something dark green, so it won’t take away from the flower.

It’s a beautiful lily— she’s never seen such a beautiful blossom before. Usually the lilies she’s seen and planted over the years have been spotted and freckled along the petals— very reminiscent of the freckles along her face— but this one is completely and totally unblemished, favoring instead just a beautiful gradient from orange to dark red at the tips.

It’s nothing like the trumpet-bell-shaped lilies she’s known to grow— this lily isn’t shy in the slightest in its bloom. It curls open, unafraid, desperate to attract bees and other pollinators to the honey-like smell of nectar— she sighs to herself as she continues to admire it.

It is lovely. So lovely.

She’s never received a flower before.

Oh, sure. She’s received many gifts before. Alix with her pocket watches that tick and tock so delicately they must simply be works of magic— Alya with her many books that she lends to her whenever she needs to learn new spells— Nino always buying their lunch or dinner whenever the two of them decide to get food together in town and Chat is off with another competition against Luka.

Oh, and sweet Luka, of course, with his snake oil bottles— with the pearl earrings he’s made for her, even if she can’t wear them because of the demonic seals tattooed onto her ears— the countless of songs he sings and writes for her when he’s finally on land.

But a flower?

How had Chat Noir known to give her one of her favorite flowers? A gorgeous fire lily— oh— if only she could keep it in this vase forever. Nothing compares to the honey scent that the fire lily produces— she smells it softly, bending down more onto the counter to smell the aromatics, taking note of the buds of pollen that are ripe to explode.

“Princess!”

She straightens her spine with a squeak, almost knocking over the vase in an attempt to stand up straight, looking out to the front door. “Yes? W-what’s wrong, kitty-cat?”

She takes to patting down her apron that lays flat across the slim boning of her stays, just to have something to do with her hands, trying not to look as nervous as she feels.

Chat Noir shoulders through the front door, a clucking brown ball under his arm, grinning like a fool. There are black smudges against his feet and pants already, as always, somehow finding a way to succeed every expectation and find a way to stain his clothes. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong— in fact— look! I found her with the other ladies— look— she’s even letting me hold her!”

Henrietta.

“My goodness, you’re right—” She pushes her braid back over her shoulder, making her way over to him and their hen. Henrietta is absolutely tame in his hands for a bird that is notorious for scampering the other way the moment Chat looks at her. Goodness, she’s so small— easily could fit through any crevice of any tree she’d found during the storm— no wonder she’d been impossible to spot during the storm last night after she’d slipped out of the coup.

Marinette takes Henrietta out of his arms once she’s close enough to reach for her, checking her over for signs of injury— but there’s absolutely nothing, sans the slight complaining she gives when transferring into another person’s arms. No feathers missing at the back of her neck, there’s no bleeding, there doesn’t even seem to be any scuffling on her feet or claws— her eyes look healthy and clean. Miraculously, the hen is perfectly fine— even clucking softly as she turns her over to check her undercarriage.

She could cry. “Oh, Chat, this is wonderful! She’s completely unharmed! Blessed be this little hen.”

“I told you she’d be okay,” Chat Noir’s ears twitch as he leans up against the doorframe.

She tucks Henrietta into her side just to have somewhere secure enough to place her. “Where did you find her?”

“She was on the other side of the fence, actually. She was trying to get back in but couldn’t figure out on how to jump the fence or get through the gap.” His smile comes out a little lopsided, diamond green eyes filled with joy.

“I’m so grateful that you found her, Chat. Oh thank Tikki she’s safe and sound,” She wipes at her cheek, trying to wipe away any tears that are threatening to form. Goodness, Henrietta is alright. What a miracle this is— she’d been so hard on herself the night before, wondering why she’d left the gate open— she’ll never do that again for sure. Definitely not, and definitely not during an active rainstorm no less. She’s learned her lesson.

“Oh.” He blinks slowly at her.

“What is it?”

“You—” Chat’s lips twitch on the side with a widening smile. He reaches to her to pet at her cheek with a clawed thumb, and she can’t help but follow his hand down to her cheek with widening eyes, biting her lip. “You have a stain on your cheek.”

“I do?”

He laughs. “Is it from the flower? You know, I’ve been told that it’s good fortune to be blemished by a lily.”

“I—” She can feel her cheeks heat. Oh, Tikki! “I— uh— I never knew that—”

He pauses, and something about his ears as they twitch downwards gives him the appearance of being apprehensive, but she can barely look away as she feels the heat of his hand up against her cheek— she’s so desperate to stop thinking about this being their new normal. What she would give to have mornings filled with loving touches— loving glances— loving moments such as this.

“Do you… not want me to touch you anymore?”

She blanches, feeling her heart sink into her socks. “What?”

“You’re kind of shying away—”

“No— please— I mean— I don’t mind you touching me— my— face. At all. Please.” Oh, Tikki. What did she do to deserve this? How does she make herself stop rambling? “Please continue— I—”

“Are you sure?” His lips thin, his voice quieting. “You… don’t look comfortable.”

“No, I promise, I’m very comfortable. So very comfortable.” She nods as well as she can without accidentally poking her eye out on the thumb that rests at her temple. It would just be her luck to be that careless. Her voice sounds almost weak as she continues to speak. “Extremely comfortable.”

“Are you lying? I don’t ever want to make you feel uncomfortable with me, Marinette.”

She squeaks when Henrietta decides to complain about being in her arms, trying to flap out of her grasp and try to fly onto the floor. “You don’t make me uncomfortable at all, Chat! Please don’t think that— I— you could never make me uncomfortable.”

“Here, let me—” He takes Henrietta out of her arms, tucking the little hen close to him.

“Oh, I—” She snaps her jaw shut. “You know, I have to leave.”

His eyes widen. She takes in the snap of his tail as he stands up straighter, his ears going ramrod straight, looking at her with such alarm that it almost shocks her herself— the tattoos on her ears start to burn as his magic flares. It flares more wide than tall, stretching to its limit, encompassing nearly everything around them, leaving her looking at him in awe at the actual expanse of his magic. Just how big of a reach does it actually have? Just how much of a range does Chat Noir’s magic go to? “Leave? Wait, where are you going?”

Oh, stupid! “I mean— I have to leave to go to the market to get more flowers. No— I mean— flour—”

“You’re leaving to get flowers?” He winces.

His magic continues to surge against hers, wider and wider, forcing hers to open up just as much in order to match his correctly. She can feel her magic stretch further than ever possible, trying to meet his from border to border, trying to push up against his in a perfect mirror. Is he… afraid? What is that feeling? She can’t place it at all. Why does her magic continue to try intertwining and swirling with his, trying to soothe him without her even directing it to?

“D-did you not like the lily?”

Oh, stupid little witch!

She takes a step back, noticing the way his eyes shine with sorrow she can’t place, and reaches for his arm. She can’t pull on it, not as he holds Henrietta, but she gives him a squeeze. “Oh, no, Chat, that’s not true at all. I loved the lily. My goodness, I’m in love— er, I mean, with the flower, of course— I’ve never gotten a flower before and I’m just so amazed that you ended up giving me my favorite flower— I just— please, Chat, it’s okay. Please don’t worry. It’s okay, kitty-cat. I love the gift too much to bear, almost.”

His ears flatten against his head. “Please don’t go.”

Sweet Tikki. At what point had her demon been convinced that she was taking back their demon seal agreements? After a full year of preparing for his help— why does Chat Noir believe that she doesn’t want him around for help anymore?

“I promise I’m not leaving, Chat, not permanently. I meant to say that I just need to go to the market to get flowder powder.” She scrunches her face, trying her hardest not to give herself another silly pat to the cheeks. “No— I mean— plowder flour. Oh, sweet Tikki. I need ingredients for the lover-honey cookie.”

“Powder flour,” His face relaxes, finally registering what she’s meant. She watches his relief spread across his entire body, starting from the way his ears sag slightly in a more comfortable position— his shoulders drop a smidge— his tail stops flicking— she can’t help but watch with a slack jaw as his magic starts to curl and coil its way back into shape, tugging at hers in a way that feels like he’s pulling her closer for a hug. She feels warm all over, giddy at having her magic being unfolded, matching his perfectly. She never knew she had so much of a range to her magic— what else is there about their connection that she doesn’t know about? “Do you mean a bag of flour?”

“Yes, flour,” She viciously nods her head, ignoring the curls in their magic as they push and pull against one another. “Do you— do you want to come with, so that you don’t feel like I’m leaving you?”

He perks up. “Do you want me to go with you?”

“Of course I do.” She wants him to stay with her forever.

“Ah. Actually, you know, it’s best if I finish up the post I was working on.” He looks upset at having to take it back, at least, giving Henrietta a loving brush with his claws from her neck down. “We don’t want the girls to keep escaping ever again, right?”

“Right. Yes. You’re completely right.” Oh, she could weep. How in the world did she manage this? “I’m going to go get our coin pouch, but I’ll be back from the market before you know it.”

“Right,” His ears twitch as he tries for a smile. “Yeah. Of course.”

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“Stupid stupid stupid.” She tries not to kick up any of the dirt around her with her boots as she continues to walk down the path towards town. Oh, she’s miserable. Absolutely miserable. She never meant to hurt Chat Noir’s feelings in any way— her day dreams have made their interactions completely and totally awkward.

What is with her?

She needs to get her act together.

She has to.

Chat Noir doesn’t deserve her freaking out at every little touch and glance.

Oh, the way he looked at her, as if she were the one capable of burning him into a crisp, just by the way she had spoken about leaving. How could she ever do that to her Chat Noir? She wouldn’t dare even dream of it. Her earlobes burn at the sensation of having to pull away from Chat Noir’s magic— a curse, unfortunately, of having her soul bonded to the demon. It’s painful like a phantom pain— it’ll go away for a while just to come back and remind her that she’s too far away for their magic to reach and intermingle.

Although, now that she knows that his range can go much further, she’s tempted to believe that it must be psychosomatic. Maybe it’s her own worries being projected onto her own tattoos, but she’s not certain of it.

She stops to wipe at her eyes. Miserable. Absolutely miserable. She’s going to end up losing her friend this way, just because she couldn’t find it in herself to stop behaving like a lovesick girl batting and fanning her eyelashes at the first pretty boy she sees.

It doesn’t help that he’s pretty, either. With beautiful lashes and such a boyish smile that makes her heart rate go up and golden honey-colored hair and perfect green eyes— oh, Tikki! What should she do now?

She turns around, checking to see if she’s far away from the cottage to try to gauge if she can start screaming into her aprons without him hearing, only to see a black cat following along the dirt path with his tiny little paws. He meows at her, blinking slowly at her with green eyes, tilting his head just enough to imply that he’s asking a question.

She stares at him just a smidge.

“Oh. Did you decide you want to come with me?” She steps closer, infinitely grateful that she hadn’t started her desire to bury her face into the fabric of her dress.

Her magic curls against his on sheer instinct, but she registers something odd about it the moment their magic try to interlock. Usually it is nothing short of a perfect shape against each other, like their combined magic were made to fit together— but this feels like there are gaps. Where her magic should be filling in the gaps, instead, she finds her magic hesitating in some spots and areas, as if it is too shy to intermingle. She can’t find the edges to his magic at all, even as she tries stretching hers out manually and she wonders if he’s followed her because he’s afraid again.

Chat purrs when she picks him up. He’s a soft little thing, perfectly sweet and pliable in her arms as she turns him and pets along his chest, letting her hug him tight to her stays. She sighs into his forehead. The poor dear follows her to the market, truly concerned that she’s leaving… how can she ever allow herself to not tell him the truth, since the perfect moment is being presented to her now? “You know, I’ve never been considered a bold person, but I’m always willing to try if it’s for you.”

Chat’s tail flickers, giving her an indication that he’s listening.

“I’m sorry for hurting you today— it was never my intention to make you look so sad. Never in my life did I imagine that you would be upset at me leaving the house— I never want to see that face on you ever again, if we can avoid it.”

Her tattoos on her ears start to prickle at the words I want. After all, part of the rules of being her contracted demon is to take into account her wishes— however, she doesn’t want him to think she’s commanding him. Ever. He is always free to choose on what to do when she accidentally uses those words.

“I need to be honest with you.” She starts, desperate not to look down and attempt to gauge his reaction. “I do not want anything about our relationship to change, even after I say this— I understand. I really do. Please do not think you have to answer, or even give a response, I’d like for you to just listen for a little bit. It’s easier when you’re in this form for sure.”

Chat Noir chirps in her arms.

“I don’t want you to ever think that you make me uncomfortable, because that simply isn’t true. I understand that you want nothing to do with me in the same manner that I do with you— you will always be my familiar and my friend.” She feels giddy, being able to finally say it out loud. “My feelings for you are very strong. You’re my most valuable companion— and— and I— I thank Tikki every day for all the moments I can share with you.”

He butts her on her collarbone, nuzzling into her shoulder.

“The face you had made just moments before I’d left the house— your magic swelling up like a cloud, like it does now— I do not want that to ever happen again. You will never make me uncomfortable— and you never have. I value you so much. Too much. I care about you too deeply. I don’t need to cookies to know that I have feelings for you.”

Chat Noir stops moving.

And that says all.

She steels herself. “Do you think I’m playing a prank on you? Do you truly not believe me?”

He’s almost like stone in her arms.

“I— I would never do that to you. Please, don’t assume things like that. My words are pure.” She sighs to herself when his only response is to flick his tail. “Why don’t we go shopping for the bag of flower so I can make the cookies and prove to you my feelings?”

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Atsushi Nakajima x Reader| Fluff Alphabet

A/N: Umm???? I finished this earlier to celebrate this blog reaching 80 followers but over the weekend I managed to reach 90?? Thank you!!! ♡♡♡ (and a thank you to Mai for helping me with J).

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Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Atsushi loves to go shopping with you! Going into stores and seeing what they have never fail to amaze him, and he has this cute little shocked face when he sees new things.

He also enjoys going to the library with you, being able to escape reality for a little bit is calming to him. And he’s able to brush up on his studying too, he knows basic things but there is still much left for him to learn. If he has any trouble reading a certain character he’ll come to you for help.

Not long after spending time with him, you learned about his liking towards chameleons and decided that you would take him to the zoo for a change in pace. You planned it to be a surprise for him, and couldn’t wait to see his reaction! It was hard to contain your excitement but you managed to pull through and it was worth it.

He got extremely happy you thought of something so special just for him. He was so overjoyed by the gesture a few tears came down on his face. With a gentle motion you wiped his tears away.

“It’s just… It’s just that no one has done this for me before,” He grabbed your wrist with his hand and leaned into your touch, “Thank you, (Y/n)... so much.”

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Atsushi admires your kindness above everything else. Growing up, kindness was something he never got, so as an adult he cherishes any generosity he receives.

He loves your eyes and the story behind them, he can see that you’ve been through stuff in the past but despite all the challenges you still stand tall. How can he not find that beautiful, especially considering he finds himself weak, so he has you to look up to.

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

If you’re panicking, then he’ll start to panic too. But he’ll think about how he'd want to be treated in that situation, so he’ll wrap his arms around you and hug you till you calm down.

It surprisingly works, his warmth is so comforting and soothes you till your heart beat goes back to normal. He’ll listen to whatever is bothering you and encourage you that you can get through it. He assures you that he’ll be by your side the entire time and that if you get overwhelmed again he’s never too busy for you.

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He doesn’t have his hopes up too high, he fears that if he asks for too much it’ll be taken away. So for now he’s perfectly content doing domestic everyday things with you.

Others may see that type of future to be rather tame, but he’s never experienced anything like this before so being able to share these tender moments with you is more than he could ask for.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Atsushi has never dated anyone before you, so he is still learning even while in a relationship. He’s more passive since he doesn’t want to do anything wrong or upset you in any way. He knows that if he messes up you won’t punish him, but that anxiety is still rooted in him.

At the beginning he lets you take the lead for the most part, but after time and many words of affirmation from you he feels semi-confident to make the first move.

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He forgives easily since he believes that he’s in the wrong, and that by apologizing it’ll make you feel better. When you notice this pattern, you tell him that he is not at fault, and that small disagreements are bound to occur.

Fights between the two of you doesn’t happen often, but when it does it’s very awkward and tense.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Atsushi is very grateful for everything you do for him, sometimes he questions about what he did to deserve you. Everything you do for him is so sincere and full of love he can’t help but cry out of happiness.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He’s as open with you as he can, he doesn’t tell you everything at once but he’ll gradually tell you all there is about him. He doesn’t tell you to seek out sympathy, he just wants there to be someone who he’s able to confide in.

After telling you his past, his heart feels lighter, like one day he’ll be able to let go of all that has happened to him and keep his eyes on the future without anything to hold him back.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Being with you has definitely boosted Atsushi’s confidence. Whenever he messed anything up he would blame himself for not being good enough, and that he couldn’t do anything right.

You decided to help him change that type of attitude and told him that he is worth much more that he’s given himself credit for. That even if he doesn’t see it, you do and that you’ll stick by his side till the end.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Atsushi doesn’t feel jealousy, if he sees you spending time with someone else more than him he thinks that something like this was destined to happen. That you found someone better than him, and forgot about him.

So when he saw Dazai talking with you, making you smile and laugh he didn’t know what the tug at his heart was at first. Then he saw Dazai whisper something into your ear, which made you cover your face in embarrassment.

Atsushi has never seen you react so strongly like that, of course they’ll be times where he’d get to make you laugh and smile but never to the point where you felt the need to cover your face. He sighs and looks longingly at the two of you. Taking a deep breath he continues the rest of the work day without bothering you.

You notice this and approach him after work and ask him what’s wrong. When he tells you how he felt, it’s heartbreaking to hear him talk about himself like that.

“You know that I love you Atsushi, right? Please know that I won’t leave you.”

“You tell me that but..” He averts his eyes from yours, he sighs, “it’s hard to believe sometimes. You, dating someone like me...”

“Someone like you?” You echoed. “Of course I’m dating someone like you! I wouldn’t want to be with anybody else.”

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

His first kiss with you was very awkward, he was unsure as to what to do and ended up getting tense the moment you leaned in. With time however, he does get better. Though if you catch him by surprise he does react a bit late.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

When Atsushi gets the confidence to confess to you, the boy is a blushing mess. While talking to you he keeps stumbling over his words and fidgeting.

You try to listen and comprehend what he’s trying to say but you can’t understand a thing he’s saying.

“Atsushi...” You call out, gaining his attention, “slow down. It’s just me, okay? No need to be so nervous.” You offer him a gentle smile.

He shakes his head, “That’s exactly why I’m nervous… Because it is you. You mean a lot to me, y’know?” He takes a deep breath. “(Y/n)... I like you… a lot.”

That caught you off guard for a second, but you regain your computer and give him a wide smile, “I like you too, Atsushi!”

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He’s still young, so the idea of marriage hasn’t really crossed his mind. He has to admit though that since being with you it made marriage an achievable dream.

If you were to marry, you guys would be known as the cutest married couple. In private you make sure to show him tons of affection and he reciprocates it back to you in full.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

He’d call you things like sweetie and sunshine. Atsushi thinks the world of you and he wants to prove it to you.

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He’s very obvious when he’s in love. He becomes more awkward around you, and stammers a lot. His face is proof too since it gains a lovely shade of red when he talks to you or when anyone mentions you.

He expresses his love by devoting his time to you, as much as he might embarrass himself he doesn’t want to let go of this feeling you gave him. So he spends most of his free time with you, which leads you guys into talking more and then to his inevitable confession.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

He likes to keep it lowkey with you, he knows that the others are bound to figure it out themselves but he likes to keep what you two have to yourselves. He’s open to lingering touches and hand holding in front of people but any further and he might lose face.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Atsushi’s optimism is refreshing, despite the situation you guys are in he always finds a bright side. While it might not come naturally to him, he still tries to see the light no matter how bleak the present may look.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He doesn’t think he is but at times he can be unintentionally romantic. He had gotten you flowers one day cause he saw them on his way to work and they reminded him of you. When he gave them to you, you swear your heart was going to explode from how cute he was.

His gestures are somewhere in between, some ideas he’ll get from romance movies or he’ll think up of something that is unique to only the two of you.

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Atsushi is your biggest supporter, and he’ll be sure to let you know every waking morning. He encourages you, and believes in your inner strength.

It’s also why he likes you so much, you don’t want to let anything hold you back from accomplishing your goals.

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Atsushi is perfectly fine with how your relationship is currently going. If anything out of the norm happens his anxiety starts to act up. He much prefers when he’s able to anticipate what's to come.

If you want to do something out of your guys’ comfort zone, depending on what it is he’d be more than glad to oblige. All you have to give him a heads up to he can mentally prepare.

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He tries his best to understand you, he wants to know all there is about you. He’s always been empathetic towards people but with you it’s like your hearts have become one.

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Atsushi cherishes his relationship with you more than life itself, being with you has opened his mind to possibilities he didn’t even know about. You have shown him what being alive is all about and he doesn’t want to lose that feeling.

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Sometime Atsushi would wake up in the middle of the night from nightmares either about his time in the orphanage or about losing you. He’d wake up in a cold sweat and look over to you to make sure you’re okay.

When he sees you sleeping peacefully it calms his racing heart just a little bit, he’d lay back down next to you and hold your hands before going back to sleep. He doesn’t wish to bother you with his problems so if possible he’d like to avoid waking you up.

However, there are days where his night terrors do wake you up, but you don’t mind. While he’s apologizing about waking you up, you go into the kitchen to make the both of you some chamomile tea to help alleviate his nerves.

You guys end up talking about whatever is on your minds till you fall asleep.

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Atsushi loves to receive affection from you. He grew up touch starved so when you show him attention and cuddle with him he’s instantly hooked.

Depending on his mood he’ll either be the little or the big spoon. When he feels down there’s no better place than being wrapped around in your arms with your hand combing through his hair.

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

When Atsushi misses you he feels as if he’s missing a part of himself without you. He’ll be sure to keep a part of you with him to look at and remind him how lucky he is to be with you. And in turn he’ll give you a part of himself as well.

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Atsushi will move mountains for you if you ask him. This boy loves you so much that he’s willing to do anything he can to make you happy.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #atsushi nakajima #atsushi x reader #atsushi nakajima x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #nakajima atsushi #plutowrites #bungo stray dogs #thank you!!!<3 #apologies if they seem a bit lackluster towards the end #it kind of gets repetitive so I think I might hold off on the other alphabets I had planned...

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