#but in the process of THAT he somehow helps B voice their feelings for C | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

wellthebardsdead · 7 months

Text

Unwilling Dreamer Pt3

Pt2 here

———

“Nerevar… my sweet nerevar…”

Shamat: h-hot- it’s so hot- where- am I?

“Don’t listen to him.”

Shamat: *opens his eyes to see another elf seated before him, one with his face but golden skin, staring at him with forlorn, heartbroken eyes* who? Are you?

Voryn: I’m you… before nerevar killed us… you’re in terrible danger.

Shamat: killed us- I- *jumps as the elf is replaced by another, a tall, muscular, clawed figure behind a golden mask*

Dagoth Ur: Don’t. listen. To. Him.

“Voryn?”

Shamat: *jolts awake with a feeble, startled cry as warm, kind, familiar hands stroke his cheeks, drying them from spilled tears* wh-what? L-lord Nerevar I-

Nerevar: *seated at his bedside with his breakfast, now gently drying his face* shhhh, it’s just me my dreamer.

Shamat: *tilts his head, voice quivering as he questions him* I’m voryn? Your dreamer?

Nerevar: yes voryn, youre mine, my dreamer. My retainer, my most loyal, devout, beloved. *strokes his cheek catching another tear with his thumb*

Shamat: *shudders at his touch, feeling a mix of confusion, shame and honour that the Hortator and king of all morrowind would dare give him even a scrap of his time never mind tend to him and treat him as sweetly as he has* b-but- I’m nobody sir I-

Nerevar: just don’t remember yet. *dries another tear before feeling his forehead* Tsk. Damned skooma… these withdrawals must be killing you.

Shamat: *tilts his head thinking the nightmare, the ear splitting pounding headache and burning heat must be withdrawal symptoms, they’d all started after he met nerevar of course* I- I’m hot- my head hurts-

Nerevar: *nods sadly, feeling helpless as he watches his treasured friend suffer* you’ll feel better after you’ve got something in you… *quietly lifts a cup of what looks like a rather dark tea, holding it to the dunmers lips* Have your medicine first…

Shamat: y-yes sir- *shakily reaches up to take the cup only for nerevar to continue his grip on it as he sips it slowly, refusing to let him feed himself, especially his ‘medicine’* I- *coughs as he finishes the cup* I-it tastes familiar somehow- like-… *quietly falls back into the pillows, his pupils blown out and body relaxing in an instant as his addiction is sated by the small dose*

Nerevar: *sighs and sets the cup down, feeling terrible for drugging him with even a small dose but knowing it’ll help in the process of weening his body off of it until he can stomach an antidote* that’s better isn’t it?… *leans down kissing his forehead earning only a soft, confused hum from the dunmers lips* sit up now, let’s get some food in you, my dreamer.

*a few weeks later*

Shamat: *sitting in his bed, no longer completely bed bound but still confined to his room, the door locked securely and guarded from the outside, as if his own bedchamber were a secret treasury for the Hortator himself. A little precious gem, for nerevars eyes only* … *quietly looks at the books on his bedside, unable to read any of them, unable to read at all never mind write* … *picks one up and slides out of bed, pulling on his slippers before walking to the door and knocking sheepishly* hello?… g-guards?…

Guard 1: Lord dagoth? What is it? Are you hurt? Sick?

Shamat: I- n-no. C-can one of you read a book to me?… I can’t read and lord nerevar won’t-

Guard 2: I’m sorry my lord but the Hortator gave us strict orders not to interact with you beyond-

Shamat: p-please?…

*silence*

Shamat: *sighs and goes to sit back down before jumping as the door clicks open a fraction and an armoured hand reaches through* thank y- *blinks as the guard takes it and closes the door again*

Guard 2: I’ll read to you from out here.

Shamat: *heart dropping realising the guard won’t join him in his room, only allowing him company other than nerevar from the other side of the wall* thank you… *sits by the door and sighs, feeling isolated by his routine, by nerevars strict rules over him and his care, and feeling terrible and ungrateful for even daring to think negatively about it. Daring to be sour about the care nerevar obviously has for him, for the roof over his head, for the food in his stomach, and the medicine that makes his pains go away*

Guard 2: *reading to him as promised* And in silence he swore a mighty oath-that he should be his Lord's bane, and in vengeance for his- O-Oh! L-lord nerevar I-

Shamat: *jumps a little and shakily scrambles up to his feet hearing Nerevars name, opening some of the still tender wounds on his legs and back as he does so* lord ner- *goes silent hearing the sound of something being struck by a harsh blow before staggering back as the door swings open and nerevar enters pulling the guard in by his hair*

Nerevar: *holds the book up in his hand* Did you ask him to read you this?…

Shamat: *eyes wide seeing the bruise already forming on the guards cheek and the cruel grip nerevar has on his hair* I- y-yes I did. I-I had nothing to do and couldn’t read it without y-your help my lord.

Guard 2: *wincing at nerevars hold on his head, trying his hardest to pull himself forward to protect his neck fearing it’ll be cut* I-I swear- I swear my lord I’d never impose on your claim to lord dagoth- I only meant to please h- *coughs as he’s suddenly thrown to the floor with a violent force*

Nerevar: *eyes locked firmly onto Shamat* get out. You’ll be reassigned.

Guard 2: *gets up without hesitation and scrambles out of the chamber, not even sparing a glance back at Shamat in fear it’ll leave his head rolling on the floor*

Nerevar: *closes the door slowly and locks it, eyes still firmly on the meek dunmer trapped before him* … *slowly walks to him, holding the book tight in his hand* …Are you telling the truth… you wanted him to read to you?… nothing else?…

Shamat: *nods staring up at him, his mind swimming with confusion and fear, not understanding what he did wrong to earn such a reaction or harm to another* y-yes my l-

Nerevar: *lifts his chin suddenly with the book, his tongue clicking in disapproval* …

Shamat: m-my moon and star. *trembles feeling the sharp corner beneath his chin* I was bored, it… it’s so lonely when you’re gone…

Nerevar: *gaze softening as he lowers the book, satisfied his dreamer is telling the truth* Oh voryn, I’m sorry my duties must steal me away from you… *gently hands him the book before lifting him up as if he weighs nothing* I’ll read to you no-… *looks down to see a pool of blood gathered at his feet where Shamat stood* … *sets him on the bed and pulls back the robes to see the bandages soaked from where the wounds tore* …

Shamat: n-nerevar?

Nerevar: … *gently covers him back up before walking to the door and stepping outside, locking it as he leaves*

#Shamat the Sharmat #Shamat dragonborn #voryn dagoth #nerevar

23 notes · View notes

blackjackkent · 4 months

Text

Our first bedtime cutscene in a little while! Although it seems to be mostly Hector just pontificating.

(Spoilers - it escalates from here. A lot.)

Narrator: The events of the last days weigh heavily upon you. Sleep's rest is slow to come to one whose mind is so full.

The Absolute is not a god, but an elder brain controlled by the Chosen of the Dead Three. They mean to use it to take control of the Sword Coast. All who carry the tadpole are governed by the brain, and by extension, the Chosen. It will take but one order to transform them into an army of mind flayers. This would have been your fate too, were it not for the Astral Prism and the mysterious visitor inside of it.

With her help, you have uncovered the cult for what it really is - a plan of conquest orchestrated by the gods of death themselves. Together, you have the power to thwart the Dead Three. If you follow this path to its end, the elder brain will not answer to the Chosen. It will answer to you.

Will you liberate them from their parasites and their religious delusions? Or will you use the power you gain for your own purposes?

Well. That's a terrifying question. I don't think Hector has really considered this before, and this feels like one of those moments where he suddenly sits bolt upright in the middle of the night and thinks, oh, shit.

Obviously, though, he has no intention of continuing the control of the Elder Brain over the cultists; they need to be released from their parasites before it is too late. The frightening thing, really, is what to do with the brain itself - they have to either kill it (and what effect would that have on those it controls?) or somehow convince it to return to its slumber, neither of which sounds like an easy proposition.

And then there are his companions. He trusts them all with his life by now, but Astarion at least would gladly jump at the chance to control an Elder Brain and all its followers. Would some of the others, too? Will this terrible power turn them against each other?

I can't let it. That's all there is to it. I must be strong enough for all of us.

(The available dialogue options here - of Hector in response to the Narrator, I suppose :P - are all SLIGHTLY off from Hector's thought process.

a) "All I want is to be free of this parasite. I will do what is necessary to make that happen." A little less altruistic than Hector's overall goal. b) "I will succeed where the Chosen will fail. I will dominate the world." Obviously not Hector. c) "When the moment comes, I'll do what feels right." Pretty indecisive-sounding. d) "I will free everyone of this evil - I will be the hero that saves Baldur's Gate." This is probably the closest to what he wants, but it's already been established several times that Hector does not want to be remembered and memorialized and idolized.

So we'll go with d), but honestly I think his thought process is more along the lines of "This evil has to end. And I will see that it does - for the good of all it has touched.")

Narrator: You will not have long to wait. All you need to do now is sleep... But sleep is not for you.

Pain - a sudden burst of it, white-hot, crashing through his skull like a dagger. The Voice of the Absolute erupts like a thunderclap, bursting out over the camp, through the mind of every infected in their little group.

"HEAR ME. GATHER. THE RECKONING IS UPON US. THE CITY THIRSTS FOR DOMINATION. MARCH. JOIN MY POWER."

Dimly he is aware of the Prism vibrating with energy, flowing around them in agitated circles just out of his reach. The guardian is trying to block out the attack... but the power is too great.

"Ahhh... gods... " he cries out. "It hurts. Please... please..."

The Prism bursts with light around him. A ragged portal rips open in the fabric of reality; he can barely make out the pale blue, welcoming light of the Astral Sea where the Guardian resides.

He looks up towards it with desperate hope, expecting to see the guardian emerge from it, for her to save him from this agony yet again.

What emerges instead are three githyanki - lean, powerful fighters with blood-madness in their eyes.

"We're under attack!" the guardian screams in his mind, almost as loud as the overwhelming voice of the Absolute. She sounds more terrified than he has ever heard her, all the usual gravitas gone. "Help me!"

Panic, an instant brutal surge of it. Is the guardian under attack within the Prism? If she is killed, all will be lost. There will be nothing left.

Instinctively he lurches to his feet in spite of the pain, his vision blurring with the agony of the Absolute's claws in his mind.

"RUN!" he bellows to his companions, hoping against hope that he can break through the similar cloud in their brains. "RUN! TO THE PORTAL! GO! GO NOW!"

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #category 4 plot thickening event

7 notes · View notes

bapydemonprincess · 7 months

Text

A Vampire Snake in London

The flithiest, slimiest, most cowardly of beast ought to be hiding out in the equally most disgusting and dank hiding spots, Bardroy thought, standing before a back alley door to the most popular opium den of London.

It was the Witching Hour and Bard was restless. He'd seen and heard of too many deaths in this damn town. Night after night. Innocent neighbors and unwitting bystanders just vanishing. Like they left and forgot to write. Or couldn't.

But once a Hunter, always a Hunter.

Bardroy knew too well the signs of one of those blood sucking leeches.

And he'd do everyone a favor getting right to the point and offing this one right quick.

Of course, a little spot of ale certainly helped him push through.

Not like he was busy or needed.. since everyone actually thought his kind were making things worse...

But he'd show 'em.

He kicked the old door in, and pointed his gun firmly around at the present company.

"Nob'dy move! 'M 'ere fer the VAMPIRE!"

He heard ladies and men scream alike, but that was to be expected. It was a vampire's feeding pit after all! The damn beast probably supped day and night on poor humans in this box!

"Sir, sir," a small lass was calling, inching up to him, "please no gun! No weapons! We are humble proprietors.. We here to make you feel good!"

She'd learned pretty good English for a little likely leech jr., or maybe a human pet. Wouldn't it it past even Vampires to go that far. Humans were just their food. Like cows and chickens to a farmer.

Bard pushed his gun to her head.

"I won't blow yer brain out... yet.. if ya take me to yer boss, luv."

Sober Bard would have likely not done this.

But Sober Bard could piss off.

This vampire was gonna die.

Tonight.

Through open sobbing, all professionalism gone, the young Chinese girl turned very shakily and nodded frantically her understanding.

"C-Come this way, come.. I.. I w-will take you... I promise..."

And nevermind all the other ladies standing around... and the so called "customers".

Whether they were all in on it, or victims, Bard would sort out later.

The big one had to fall first.

One minute of escorting through the long, fragrant room passed and Bard blessed himself for intoxicating his faculties with drink before he was thrust into this torrent of fragrant air.

It stunk. But he'd push through.

Clamoring and avoiding eye contact with everyone milling around on pillows...

"What is this," a deeper female voice demanded as they finally reached another back door.

The tiny Chinese lass frantically hissed Chinese to the taller Chinese lass and instantly Bard knew he'd made an error.

Lamp light bright eyes struck the man, the other woman standing still but looking ready to charge at Bard in seconds.

"Get out," She said.

"Ah, no," Bard said.

But had no time to pat himself on the back for managing a quick, witty response back with no slurring in this state.

A whole fucking leg hit him upside the jaw in one second.

He caught a flash of bare thigh and cheek. Lovely. Before crashing to the floor.

Darkness starting to drown out his sight.

"Fuckin'... b-bitch.." he managed somehow to drool out, and then sweet, sweet sleep.

Lau grinned with glee, continuously as he stared on at the unconscious vampire hunter now lying all cozy and snug amongst his pillows and personal quarters when his sister Ran Mao had brought the man to him.

Well, this was certainly a first...

Years and years had gone by, and Lau had idled away his time in this country, serving as an opium dealer to the dumb human populous, as a front.

It was all so perfect.

None of them were the wiser when they'd wake up and stumble out, satisfied with the service, but now a couple dozen pints short of blood.

It was the perfect arrangement so Lau could get money and a meal, nobody died and nobody ever caught on!

But somehow, some way...

This one lone vampire hunter, managed to discover their ruse.

While being absolutely piss drunk in the process, no less!

Lau had searched the man immediately when Ran Mao had brought him. The poor thing was such a heavy sleeper in this inebriated state he barely noticed all the rummaging.

Upon finding things like a stake and silver bullets, holy water and garlic all in the contents of this one, dead beat drunk human, Lau promptly blew up laughing.

It wasn't the first time a human or two had brought Lau to practically hysterics but this special case was certainly something!

Had he been tipped off by someone? Had Lau somehow let his true intentions shine through?

This one human had clearly never even been in this den before as a customer, and Lau was certain he would have recognized such a..

Charming, grizzled, hardened face.

Lau caught himself stroking the man's wheat-toned hair, and five o'clock shadow.

But he couldn't stop..

"Hm.. what does this one's blood taste like, I wonder.." he whispered.

A tilted up that strong jaw.

Long fangs curled out from Lau's always smiling maw, like a serpents. Ready to snap exactly at the right time.

But Lau wanted to.. savor this one.

After all the blood of a man who was this outrageous by his own right, as well as a hunter of Lau's kind in the first place must be quite the delicacy...

Until suddenly pressure was in Lau's chest.

Right exactly at where a heart should be.

And the hunter's eyes squinted open.

"Bite me and it'll be yer last drink, ya damn blighter."

A rugged, sharp combat knife. Of the military kind was digging into Lau's left breast.

Lau's eyes opened a tad wider.

And he smiled fondly at the other man.

"How funny this is, my dear good sir," he purred, "even if you reach my heart, it'll take just that same amount of time for my fangs to puncture your jugular.. You'll bleed out along with me.."

The man chuckled, or tried to. He was struggling to breathe a little, as the vampire truly revealed his true power via grabbing at his measly short locks and tugging at his scalp.

"Sounds 'bout right," he growled, "'t go out not with a whimper but a bang, y'know?"

Lau chuckled too.

And then he was.. mist.

The human man roared a curse or two and started diving forward, swiping at air aggressively with his big knife.

"However I don't want to kill you, you know," the vampire sang out, his voice surrounding the man who couldn't even manage to fully stand up just yet..

"I want to cherish my time meeting and knowing you, for this has been a first for me.."

The man charged in every direction, leaping just when Lau started to form himself even just a little bit solid.

But then face planting immediately.

"I've never met a human so... animated like you in this country.. So stubborn, so unrelenting..."

He easily got right behind the man, grabbed up his throat again with one hand, and the other grabbed up the hand gripping the knife.

"So undaunted about the danger your own life is in.."

"Ah, sod off monster-" The man spat, and then roared when his arm was twisted, the knife slipping from his grip.

"I'm the monster, hm?" Lau hummed, letting his nails sharpen to almost-claws, and dig into the mans neck.

"You're the one who came barging into my legit, hard-working establishment- well-known through-out all of Great Britain I might add -and terrorized my hard working ladies and all of my guests."

He started to lift the man completely off the floor, by his throat.

And let his form go fully solid again.

"Do you really think, by day time, when news hits of your nightly visit here... I'll look like the monster?"

"Yu... th... I..."

Lau's nostrils flaired, and he took a breath in and then out.

He'd gone a bit far, he'd admit... Poor thing couldn't even speak!

Slowly he loosened his grip while also putting the human back down on his feet.

But still kept his hand firmly around that thick neck, as he stepped around, to face him from the front, and meet those bright blue lively eyes.

"Well..?"

The man coughed, and gagged, his face paled. Lau was certain his throat was perfectly fine but well..

Hadn't accounted for the man's still drunken state to catch up once again with him.

Right there, in Lau's proudly pristine private quarters, this grim old drunken vampire hunter found himself curling in and then collapsing and vomiting everywhere.

Lau almost felt he'd cry.

...And then the man stopped moving.

He was out again.

Well.

This had been quite a night.

#kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji au #bardroy #bard #lau #bardlau #Ran Mao #my writing #not EXACTLY shippy but I feel definitely accomplished with what I managed to make so far! 💙🐍

7 notes · View notes

togetherweflyhigh · 3 years

Text

It’s Okay (drabble)

Genre: Nonidol, a/b/o, a bit of angst from reader, fluff, established relationship

Pairings: Alpha!Seokjin x Omega!gender-neutral reader

Warnings: None

W/C: 1,285

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write something small and sweet for a while now. Literally the summary popped in and said hello and demanded to be wrote.

Summary: Seokjin comes home to you making a nest which is… unusual.

Likes, comments, and reblogs are very much encouraged! Thank you!!

"What are you doing?" The question comes as Seokjin takes in the atmosphere of the current state of the bedroom.

Walking through the front door things were off. The usual sweet scent of lavender and rosemary were replaced with the scent of rotten oranges. Before reaching the bedroom, all the couch pillows were gone along with the few throw blankets that were laying around. Guest bedrooms were completely scavenged of blankets and pillows.

You have never done this. Even though you’re an omega, you never have nested before or for as long as you two have been together and that’s been a while.

You were stacking the last of the pillows onto the bed when caught. “I…” You had no idea what you were doing either but you did know nothing was organized in the way that you wanted it and that felt frustrating just looking at it. “I don’t know.” The sudden feeling of embarrassment overcomes you as you sit in the pile. Your parents were both alphas so when you came along it was shocking when you presented as an omega.

When an alpha and another alpha have a baby, it’s rare. It’s even rarer that the baby ends up being an omega. Nonetheless, they loved you but the mindset of growing up in the shadows of alphas never left you. In a way, you felt a bit broken. You weren’t like them but you also didn’t act like an omega.

It was common for the omega to just stay home but you didn’t want that. No, you got a few jobs in the past and were currently somehow still working at a restaurant. It was hard to get work as an omega since no one wanted to grow out of old ways.

Seokjin comes over to sit next to you on the messy bed. “What’s wrong, my love?” A gentle hand is placed on your knee. Your scent wasn’t getting any better so something was clearly up. “Did something happen at work?” Of course, it was something at work. It was the only time the two of you were away from each other except for when Seokjin had business trips to attend.

You knew Seokjin didn’t mind you ranting out your feelings but sometimes, like now, you just wanted to curl up in bed. “Yeah..” You speak softly, hanging your head low. You were still reeling with embarrassment from being caught attempting to build a nest. There were a few times in the past where you had wanted to build one but it just never felt right. “I kind of messed up a lot today.” The tickling heat of tears can be felt building up around your eyes and nose as you recall the events.

It started off like any other day. The normal morning rush and, of course, the usual lunch rush but today was the busiest workday you've ever experienced. Orders were getting mixed up causing everything to become slower as you tried fixing it, a tray of drinks slipping out of your hands destroying all the glassware, even the computer system went down for a few hours making a payment with a card impossible. By far the angriest customers in one day you have ever dealt with. Sure, making a few mistakes here and there was okay but for an entire day was just too much.

“It’s okay, let's not worry about it right now.” If you weren’t speaking now then it was clear to Seokjin that you weren’t up for a recap. Instead, he stands looking at the pile of blankets and pillows. “Do you want me to help you with this?” You looked surprised at him before turning your head to the bed. “I don’t know. I think I should put everything back.”

“You seemed like you were on a mission before I interrupted. Why not give it a try since everything is here?” Seokjin was being so gentle and encouraging. You ponder a moment before agreeing. There was still awkwardness lingering in you. Nesting was so commonly known to be done by omegas and yet here you are attempting your first. Even when you went through heats, you never made one but the temptation was always there.

“Want me to leave?” You didn’t want to say yes to him as he literally just got home but you also didn’t want to say no. Seokjin reaches down, petting your head. “How about I make a snack run for us?” He was trying to give you some privacy seeing how uncomfortable you were with this new action. “Can we order takeout?”

The two of you settled on tteok-bokki and kimchi fried rice, something familiar before Seokjin is headed to the store.

You returned to the room now alone with the mess. Seokjin would be back within forty minutes or less. It felt odd. You didn’t know what to do but at the same time, you knew exactly what to do. With some minutes going by trying to decide rather put everything back or to make an attempt. You heard Seokjin’s ‘why not’ ring through your head and decided to take on the action once again.

The pillows were laid out like a barrier on the edges of the bed with a few of the lighter blankets covering them. The bigger blankets and some smaller pillows from the couch were inside. It made the bed look like an actual nest.

Crawling over into the nest for the first time ever was the most affirming thing you’d experience as an omega. What about it was suddenly making you feel so much better and just euphoric? It was so new to you still you couldn’t put a finger on it. Curling up in the blankets, you basked in the new warm and fuzzy feeling. This was definitely something you have been missing out on.

Time seemed to fly by because Seokjin was suddenly home again and the discomfiture was threatening to start welling up again.

You only raised up enough to peek over the edge of the fluffy walls around you when you heard the rustling of plastic and feet walking into the room. It felt like there was a hand reaching into Seokjin’s chest and just squeezing his heart as tight as possible seeing his omega in their first nest. It was by far the most endearing thing he’d ever seen you do.

“It looks nice, may I come in?”

Seokjin didn’t know much about the nesting process, especially how it was with you. Even be possessive over their space. Earlier, he could sense there was uneasiness about it, thus the reason he thought to go out for a bit. He was glad he did because getting to witness you like this was going to be memorable for a long time.

“Of course!” Your voice sounded tiny and as if you were starting to destress. It brought a sense of happiness and relief that you were.

After very carefully climbing into the nest, making sure not to knock anything out of place, he planted a kiss on your forehead before going through the two bags of snacks with you. The only time you left the nest was to eat the takeout food in the kitchen as you feared it would get on something if eaten in the newly built nest. Though, you still ate snacks in it. That night when the two of you laid down finally, you told Seokjin about what happened at work.

“It’s okay. Mistakes happen sometimes when we least expect them. I’m sure everything will be okay.” With reassuring words, your head calms for the moment as Seokjin holds you a little tighter for the night.

#seokjin x reader #alpha seokjin #omega reader #gender neutral reader #bts a/b/o #bts omegaverse #bts fluff #bts scenarios #bts au #bts fanfic #bts reactions #kim seokjin x reader

334 notes · View notes

mypoisonedvine · 3 years

Note

Is there gonna be a part three of the body swap? I feel like Bucky should fuck them both. Like when y/n in Steve’s body and Steve in y/n’s body.

oh yes there is my dear anon, and you found my exact plan for it... read part 1 and part 2/the prequel first or this will make no sense! not that it ever will make any sense tbh...

“see how pretty you look riding my cock?” Bucky praised, but you weren’t sure if he meant you, since it was your body bouncing on his thighs, or if he meant Steve, since that was the mind behind the movement.

“you remember how it feels, don’t you?” he continued. “wish it was you in that pretty head so you could feel my cock stretching you out?”

“yes,” you answered tensely, desperate for relief, but Bucky had told you that you couldn’t come yet. you wanted so badly to stroke ‘your’ cock but feared Bucky’s retribution if you did.

Steve cried out when Bucky slammed in harder, making you smirk a little at the memory of how it felt to be in his situation.

“do I always sound like that?” you asked nervously, a little embarrassed at the way Steve sounded with your voice, your moans so much more dramatic and high-pitched than they sounded in your head.

“yep,” Bucky grinned. “but you’re a little better at keeping quiet than poor Stevie here. he’s not used to getting fucked... as far as I know.”

“n-no,” Steve mumbled, “never been... never been fucked before.”

“that’s a shame,” Bucky cooed, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear so Steve could hear him better. “cause I’m looking at your ass right now, and it deserves to be stuffed with cock.”

you felt self-conscious on behalf of Steve’s body, even though you’d ogled at him plenty of times yourself.

“wanna see how good you’d look getting fucked, Steve?”

“please don’t stop,” Steve answered.

“I won’t, baby, gonna come inside you first,” Bucky promised, “is that what you want?”

“yes, I’m so close,” Steve whimpered.

“I know, I can feel this pretty little cunt you’ve got squeezin’ me,” Bucky purred, shooting you a look as he said it. “keep doin’ that and I’ll fill you up real good.”

“please-- please, I’m gonna come,” Steve sighed.

“go ahead, baby,” Bucky groaned, and you saw the way his back arched and knew exactly what it meant. you could remember so clearly how it felt to come around Bucky’s cock, wishing it was you in your body like it should be. “yeah, there you go,” Bucky encouraged as Steve bit down on his lip-- your lip-- to suppress a scream.

Bucky only went harder on him, thrusting faster and deeper to chase his own release while suspending your body at the height of pleasure.

Steve’s eyes went wide as Bucky began to growl in that way he did when he was coming-- you were glad to be able to hear it for once without the distraction of your own afterglow (since he always made sure you came first).

“oh my god,” Steve gasped, “oh my god-- I can feel it, I can feel you c-coming in me...”

you laughed a little. “it’s weird right?” Steve nodded. “but good?”

“so good,” he agreed with a little groan, which turned into a yelp as Bucky yanked his head up by your hair.

“you like being full of my come?” he interrogated.

“yes,” Steve whined, “it’s... it’s strange. but I like it.”

“do you think it’s her body that likes it? or your brain?” Bucky asked, his cocky tone making it clear he already knew the answer.

“b-both,” Steve admitted, voice wavering with a hint of shame.

“well, we know her brain likes it,” Bucky smirked, “but let’s see how your body reacts, shall we?”

before you could even process that, he shot you a cold glare and instructed: “bend over.”

and you did.

“looks like my good girl’s still in there,” Bucky laughed as he pulled out of Steve and turned his attention to you.

he ran his hands over your back as he stepped behind you, your own face slack where Steve had collapsed onto the bed that you were now bent over.

Bucky felt your hesitance when his fingers started to circle your hole, but his other hand stroking your back helped soothe you slightly.

“Steve,” you whispered, “have you ever had anything inside you before?”

you groaned a little when he shook his head.

“fuck, this is gonna be a lot of work,” you pouted, but Bucky just chuckled gently and pushed one thing finger into you.

it did feel different with Steve’s body compared to yours, but at least you knew how to breathe and relax yourself to make it easier. he moved it slowly, thrusting and twisting gently with the pace of your breaths, before adding a second.

that one made your toes curl a little. “Bucky,” you whimpered, “there’s no way your cock’s gonna fit...”

“aw honey, it’s all in the mind and you’ve had me up your ass before, this’ll be a breeze for you,” he dismissed quickly. “plus, you’ve got this little extra bonus riiiiight here--”

he grinned and you gasped when his fingers curled into your prostate.

“fuck,” you groaned, “fuck!”

“never heard Steve swear so much,” Bucky grinned. “feels good?”

you nodded, but good didn’t nearly begin to describe it. you couldn’t describe it.

“f-fuck, Bucky,” you whimpered.

“ah ah,” he tutted with prideful disapproval, “no coming yet, baby. not until I’m inside you.”

two fingers were quickly joined by a third as you clutched at the sheets beneath you, feeling Steve’s cock flex each time Bucky brushed over that spot inside you.

Bucky had you stretched so well that his cock didn’t hurt until he was halfway in-- but then it was like he got thicker somehow, wider, filling you deeper than you were ready for.

“slow down... please...” you moaned breathlessly, and he did, though he didn’t stop entirely. instead you felt his strong hands massaging your ass which was calming and distracted you from the pain.

another distraction from the pain-- steve suddenly leaning forward and capturing your-- his?-- lips in a kiss, relaxed yet needy.

you kissed him back eagerly, feeling your own fingers sliding around the back of your neck and wishing they were thick and strong like his usual fingers.

“what was that for?” you asked when he pulled away.

“you just look pretty like this,” he explained.

“don’t you mean you look pretty?” Bucky corrected.

“no, I can tell it’s her,” Steve replied softly. you kissed him again, a little more desperate than before, and Bucky took the opportunity to slam the rest of his cock into you. it made you cry out into Steve’s mouth.

“doin’ so good for me,” Bucky praised. “I know it hurts, honey, but it feels good too, doesn’t it?”

“feels s-so good,” you answered, mumbling against Steve’s lips. your whole body shivered when he started to thrust into you slowly, each stroke of him perfectly rubbing against that swollen, delicate spot inside you.

“think you can come just from this? just from me fucking you?” he asked proudly.

“maybe? j-just touch my cock, please,” you sighed.

“nah, I think I’ll have Stevie do that for me,” Bucky decided. but it was technically your slenderer hand that reached under and wrapped around his cock, pumping the shaft which was already wet from your own precum leaking out of the reddened tip.

you were lucky it was Steve steering that hand-- of course he would know exactly what spots to rub and stroke on his own body. it was so good you started to buck into his touch, making Bucky chuckle a little.

“aw baby, can’t help yourself can you?” he taunted. “go ahead and fuck yourself back onto my cock, sweetheart, show me how bad you want it.”

and so there you were, on your knees pushing back against Bucky who stood behind you with a dark grin on his lips, while your own body laid beneath you, kissing you and stroking your cock languidly.

it was all pretty overwhelming, to say the least. it obviously didn’t take much of that to make the coil in your gut snap, your cock flexing and pumping as stripes of hot cum painted Steve’s hand and the bed beneath you. it was different from coming with... with your normal internal hardware. less intense, in a way, but instead of one big wave it was like little ones, and it left you breathless and whining and blinking wildly.

except, when you blinked, you weren’t looking down at your own face all of a sudden. you were looking up at Steve’s.

“Steve,” you whispered against his lips, cradling his face in your hands-- YOUR hands, fucking FINALLY.

he whispered your name back to you, and you smiled widely.

“everything back to normal?” Bucky asked as he realized what had happened.

“not everything,” Steve frowned, “your cock is still in my ass.”

“you’re not gonna make me stop when I haven’t come yet, are you? are you really that selfish?” Bucky pouted.

“I’m selfish alright,” Steve asked, “but don’t stop. I wanna come again.”

Bucky smiled devilishly. “that’s the spirit!”

#stucky x reader #steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes

897 notes · View notes

chicken-fifi · 2 years

Text

Jun.K (2pm) A-Z - SFW

Requested by @theumbrellaisparamount: Hi! I would like to request a SFW A-Z headcanon for 2pm (the remaining ones) ☺️

A - Attractive: What does they find attractive about each other?

He loves how hardworking and driven you are, especially when it comes to your career of choice. Seeing you be successful in a field you love it the most attractive quality you have in his eyes. But if we’re talking physical...probably your hands. For you it’s his voice...and those shoulders (THOSE SHOUDERS)

B - Baby: Do they want a family

Yes, but not right now. He wants to bask in it being just you two. Once things get serious and you two are sure that you two are each other’s endgame (snap) then the topic arises more often. He doesn’t you to feel pressured to feel like you need to have kids, you don’t. Adoption and fostering are also options he would like to explore if that’s more your style

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

He’d do breathing exercises with you. He won’t talk much but he’ll keep all his focus on you and allow you to take your time with him right by your side the entire time. You are the one who decides if you want to tell him whatever is bothering you or not. He’s not going to push you to do something you don’t want

D - Dates: What are dates with him like?

They’re either very down to earth and cute. More often than not you two will go to character themed parks. He like enjoying the time he has with you like any other couple might. A lot of photos are always taken. There are plenty of at home dates too. Studio dates are big (cause he likes having an excuse to not focus on producing a song)

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

I think the two of you would strive for as much equality as possible, but he would be slightly more dominant. He takes on the role of protector when it comes to you. Lean on him whenever you need to. He can take it. It’s the least he can do since he’s away a lot due to schedules

F - Feelings: When did they know they were in love?

When you went with him to visit his mom. He saw how you two got along and everything just clicked. He’d never taken anyone to meet his mother, you were the first and that had to mean something. You would now when he came from his mandatory military enlistment. It would all hit you at once really

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

There isn’t a day that goes by where he doesn’t express some form of gratitude towards you. Whether it’s a handwritten note or repaying you by making breakfast and your coffee. He’s very well aware of all you do. He does his absolute best to take care of you in any and every way he can

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

Not any secrets that would be detrimental to your relationship. Things for surprises yes. Maybe if he senses something could hurt you in some way he won’t tell you right away. He doesn’t keep anything serious a secret from you. Just the little things that don’t really matter (Idk what i’m saying)

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

He’s become a tad bit more mature (matnae here). He’s more aware of his health and takes better care of himself (you do too). You inspire a lot of his songwriting process. He inspires some of your work-related ideas. You guys also talk a lot of things out more and are much more empathic towards others

J - Jealousy: Do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it?

Def gets jealous. But he won’t say anything about it. I think he’d deny it saying he knows you’re with him because you want him. He becomes clingy though. And sends death glares to whoever is behind the jealous feelings he’s harboring.

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

Yes. It would be very passionate and heated. Imma just go on a whim and say that it’s never just a little kiss with you two. Never just a little peck. You guys express every emotion you are harboring in every kiss.

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

He would confess after you two had visited his mom. On the way back to Seoul or while shopping in Daegu for groceries. I imagine it would just happen. It would be raw and it would be him. Very natural and straightforward. He doesn’t want to lead you on or beat around the bush and get straight the point.

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

He wants to get married yeah. His proposal would be at your favorite restaurant. The ring would a part of your dessert. Sitting the center of chocolate dome or something. Married life with him would be a dream. He’s very loving and caring towards you in a way you hadn’t experience before. He’s always home for dinner and he makes sure you aren’t the only one doing the household work. He takes you on tours with him (if you want ofc). Kids are a topic that always come up but gets pushed around for a year or three

N - Nicknames: What do they call their s/o?

Baby, Babe, Honey, a nickname based off your name, something that’s an inside joke between the two of you, Lovie

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

It’s so obvious. His head is always in the clouds thinking about you. Man’s is whipped for you. He writes you little songs all the time. Very romantic

P - 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 doesn’t flaunt you around, but he does like making sure people know you are an item. Hand holding is big, his arms around you. Matching jewelry that blends in with everyday things. Doesn’t brag about you but does express how much you mean to him and how successful you are because of your hard work. Doesn’t like kissing you in public unless it will for certain be a peck and no one is watching

Q - Quirks: Something you do that he loves

You bite your lip a lot. And it drives him crazy. Every time he catches you doing it he wants to kiss you to stop you from doing it. He doesn’t want you to hurt yourself. But it’s so sexy...

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

Very romantic. He does anything you ask him to do around the house. He’ll write songs, bring you flowers for no reason, small little gifts that you won’t say no to. I would think some of his actions are more on the cliché side of the spectrum mainly because it would never fail to make you laugh

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

You’re his number one fan and he’s yours. He’s always encouraging you and you encourage him. If there’s anything either of you can do to help the other, you will do it in a heartbeat. You guys can count on each other

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

I think a routine would be preferred but sometimes you need to let loose. He has no problem venturing out as long as you also want to

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

He can take one look at you and know something’s wrong and will stop at nothing to help. He’s very empathic and tries his hardest to make things easier for you

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

Very, very, very important to him. I think at some point it got to the point where if you two weren’t okay everything else would be ignored until you were. This relationship means the world to him, and it will always come first

W - Whole: How do they feel about you being in their life?

He feels complete. You bring out the best of him and he can’t imagine where he would be without you

X - Xylophone: What is your song?

My Love Won’t Let You Down by Little Mix (I struggled here man)

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

He’ll try his hardest to stay in contact with you as much as he can. But there are times when that isn’t possible, and he’ll settle for scrolling through pictures of your two

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

He will go to the ends of the earth for this relationship if he has to. There isn’t an earthly force that will stop him from protecting your relationship

#kpop headcanons #2pm #2pm masterlist #2pm headcanons #2pm jun.k #2pm kim minjun #jun.k #jun.k headcanons #kim minjun #kim minjun headcanons

23 notes · View notes

jj-babebank · 3 years

Text

Camp Willowdale / JJ Maybank AU / PART 8

Synopsis: Camp Willowdale is buzzing with new campers. It’s Caroline Windsor’s first year as a camp counsellor after attending the camp as a camper for ten years. Little does she know that this year Willowdale Lake is going to be a little different from what she is used to it being…

Warnings: future chapters may include curse words, mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sexual activities, mentions of death.

Pairings: JJ Maybank x fem OC Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4; Part 5 ; Part 6 ; Part 7

Masterlist

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Part 8 –

49 days of summer camp left

Caroline sat in her bed, hugging her knees against her chest. Her and JJ had the afternoon off and despite his attempts to lure her into hanging out, and her infatuation with the boy, she’d turned him down, wanting to spend a few hours alone with herself to compose her thoughts. It had been exactly two weeks since the night Madison disappeared. No one had bothered to mess with the campers since then, the bonfire area hadn’t been touched and no dead animals were found in anyone’s suitcase. To the rest of the camp, this seemed like victory; to Caroline – it seemed like the calm before the storm.

During their first day at Camp Willowdale, all of the counselors had been given a Willowdale-branded set of items they’d have to use during their stay. It came with the obvious STAFF t-shirts, sweaters and hats, but it also consisted of other things – such as the thermoses Caroline and JJ were still using to sneak whiskey into their daily routines, and notebooks in which they were advised to plan out their group’s daily schedules. Caroline however had been using her notebook for other purposes. She’d become so obsessed with Madison’s case, that every little thing that happened on camp grounds and seemed even a little out of the ordinary, immediately became a clue to her, which she’d hastily scribble down in her notebook. It had only been two weeks since the disappearance of Madison Hague and Caroline had already filled about a quarter of the pages of her hefty notebook with potential clues and leads. She kept rereading her notes, trying to think of something – anything – that they could do to help them solve the mystery, however nothing was coming to her. Ever since the dress incident, Caroline and her friends hadn’t found anything else that could relate to Madison, though Caroline was glad that none of them had given up on their mission.

Caroline was so deep in her own thoughts, she nearly jumped at the sound of a sudden knock on the door. She quickly closed her notebook and tucked it under her mattress and went to open the door, revealing a panting JJ leaning on the doorframe.

“Hey, C,” he breathed.

“JJ, what’re you doing here? I told you I -”

JJ cut her off by pushing past her and walking into her cabin, “Yeah, yeah, you wanna be alone, I know,” he sat on her bed, taking his snapback off, “but I was thinking… you’ve been so busy with the kids and with the whole Madison thing, and believe me – I really appreciate you for being like that, but -”

Caroline crossed her arms, “Where are you going with this?”

JJ sighed, “You’ve just totally forgotten how to have fun, C,” he said, “The primary reason that we all came here was to have fun and look at you – you barely eat, or sleep, or do anything other than your counselor duties and this whole Madison investigation thing…” JJ sighed again, looking at the hat in his lap and playing with its adjustable strap, “All I’m saying, C, is what if Madison really did go home and you’ve just wasted all this energy on nothing…Thing is,” JJ looked up into her eyes, “I miss you, the old you, and I know that that you’s still somewhere in there, it’s just this whole Madison thing blocking it.” he placed the hat back on his head and stood up, walking towards Caroline, “Hang out with me now,” he said, stopping directly in front of her and lifting her chin up so that she was facing him, “And I promise we’ll think about Madison later,”

Caroline couldn’t really process what was going on. JJ was touching her and standing in such an intimate distance from her, that she could basically feel his breath on her face. For a second she forgot all about Madison, and the dead owl, and the bonfire area. All she could think about was JJ Maybank, who had just told her that he misses her and wants to “hang out with her”. Caroline stood there, lost in thought. What if he was right? What if Madison really did go home and that dress never even belonged to her? What if it was Jenna Kinley’s all along and Sarah had just gotten the perfume wrong? What if JJ really did miss her because he liked her as more than a friend? No, no, that couldn’t be it. But what if –

“Um, Carrie?” JJ’s voice suddenly broke her out of her trans, “So d’you wanna do something together or -”

“Yes!” she said, a little too excitedly for her own taste, of course I’d like to hang out with you, JJ, she thought, “What do you want to do?”

JJ’s face immediately lit up at her words, “Well I was thinking perhaps a picnic?”

Caroline raised an eyebrow, “Don’t picnics require food? We don’t have access to anything unless it’s mealtime,”

“Yeah, but we do have whiskey,” JJ winked with a mischievous look on his face, walking towards the storage room of the girls’ cabin where they still had a few bottles of alcohol left.

Caroline rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless – this was going to finally be her first date with JJ Maybank. Well, sort of.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The afternoon sun was low in the sky, casting a beautiful orange reflection onto the peaceful water of lake Willowdale. Caroline and JJ had taken a seat on the lakefront, drinking their whiskeys and admiring the sunset, reminiscing the days when they were kids again.

“D’you remember that one summer when Rafe Cameron got food poisoning and ended up barfing on stage at the Will-all-hail banquet?” JJ laughed at the memory.

Caroline frowned, thinking about it, “Beats having Rafe Cameron as your counselor by a mile,”

JJ turned to look at her, eyebrows raised, “Rafe was a counselor here?” his tone almost sounding amused.

Caroline nodded, “Oh yeah,” she smirked, “For the same reason as Sarah – too stuck up for his own good so their dad shipped him over here as a punishment,”

JJ snorted, “I mean that family is pretty far up their own ass,”

“They have a sister too,” said Caroline, “I haven’t seen her around here though, so we at least know that one of them must be doing something right,”

The pair laughed at the thought of their spoiled friend and her older brother.

“Man, I missed this place,” said JJ suddenly, leaning back on his elbows.

His tone sounded different as he looked at the horizon and Caroline could sense that something wasn’t right, “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask -”

“Parents got divorced,” JJ quickly explained, “And unfortunately for me, my dad got custody,” he sighed, “Somehow my mom was deemed ‘incapable’ of taking care of me because she couldn’t financially afford to. Load of bullshit, if you ask me,”

“But my mom -”

“Yeah, they still talk,” said JJ, knowing what Caroline was about to say, “I still see my mom every other weekend, you know, it’s not the end of the world,” he smiled at Caroline reassuringly, “It’s just living with my old man meant working for my cut at home, which also meant summer jobs back in Kildare,”

“So that’s where you’ve been all this time…” whispered Caroline, mostly to herself, however JJ heard her.

“Yeah,” he responded, “Now that I’m old enough to be a counselor here and actually get paid for coming to summer camp I thought why not? Besides, your mom did tip mine off that you’d be here too,” he winked at Caroline, making her blush.

“Yeah, about that,” she said apologetically, “My mom likes to yap a lot, I wouldn’t take most of what she says seriously,”

“Well you are here, aren’t you?” said JJ, his face slightly leaning in towards Caroline’s.

Holy shit, this was it. Caroline was about to kiss JJ Maybank after a decade of fawning over him. Shit, shit, shit, she hadn’t really kissed anyone since that idiot from her class planted one on her at prom. What if she was a bad kisser? What if she’d forgotten how to kiss? As JJ closed his eyes and leaned even closer, Caroline decided to push the doubtful thoughts to the side as she closed her eyes too, leaning in towards him too. Their faces were inches apart, hearts pounding in their chests and, just as their lips were finally about to meet –

“There you are!” Sarah’s loud voice came from the hill behind them, startling them and making them both jump and immediately pull apart and straighten up. John B stumbled after her.

Caroline coughed awkwardly, trying to cover up the shame and embarrassment she was currently feeling, “Sarah… what are you doing here?”

With a knowing smirk on her face, Sarah put both hands on her hips, “Nothing,” she sing-sang, obviously finding the whole situation hilarious, “I’m sure it can wait,” she winked down at Caroline, while John B was waving around frantically behind Sarah at JJ, mouthing the words “DID YOU BONE?!” quite obviously.

JJ groaned as he stood up, helping Caroline up as well, “We’re all yours now, Sarah, what’s up?”

“Well me and John B had the afternoon free as well, so we went out front to his van and you’ll never believe what was taped to the door,”

“Wait, why’d you go to his van in the first place?”

Sarah rolled her eyes, “That’s beside the point now, Carrie, look” she shoved a piece of paper in the girl’s hands.

As Caroline unfolded the paper, the group gathered around her to look at what was written on it - 41° 56’ 54.3732” N, 87° 39’ 19.2024” W.

“I have no idea what that means though,” confessed Sarah.

“Looks like coordinates to me,” said JJ.

“Hey, that’s what I said!” gasped John B, “But Sarah didn’t want to believe me,”

“Does anyone know how to read geographical coordinates?” JJ looked at his friends.

“Do I look like Google Maps to you?” asked Sarah.

“You’re right,” Caroline said as an idea sparked in her mind, “We can’t read coordinates, but I know someone who can,”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

“I’m just saying, Miss P,” JJ spoke confidently once the group was inside Pricilla’s office, “Now’s about the best time to host the traditional yearly treasure hunt,”

Pricilla squinted up at JJ through her pink glasses from where she was sat at her desk, “Keep talking, Maybank,”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit odd that it’s already been two weeks and none of these kids can read a compass yet?” continued JJ, earning a slow nod from the camp director, “Think about it, Miss P – Willowdale ain’t Willowdale without its treasure hunt,”

As JJ spoke, the rest of the group were silently praying behind him that his charismatic way with manipulating will work on Pricilla, giving them an excuse to ask her to decipher the mysterious coordinates they had gotten their hands onto. The old lady leaned back in her old leather chair and looked at JJ skeptically for a while, adding to the already built up tension.

“Give me a few days to map out the course and set up the coordinates,” she finally spoke, causing everyone in the group to silently cheer behind JJ. As they thanked her and turned to leave, she spoke up again, “Oh, and Maybank,” she called, everyone turning to look at her, “No funny business,”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: Finally some normal camp activities. Thank you for reading so far, I would greatly appreciate you letting me know what you think about the story and the characters xxx

tags: @k-k0129 ; @hayleyy-l ; @marvellover04 ; @dumbasscorn ; @thrown-off-her-rhythm

65 notes · View notes

thekpopcloud · 3 years

Text

you fall asleep on them

{gifs not mine} i feel like these progressively get worse, sorry.

b a n g c h a n :

somehow he doesn’t notice you’ve fallen asleep

you’re in his lap, facing him, curled up against his chest

his humming being the thing to send you to sleep

and he only realises when he looks down to ask you a question

literally turns into the ‘🥺’ emoji

he’s tempted to hug the life out of you but refrains cause it’d wake you up

quietly saves his work and shuts everything off

moving as carefully as possible as to not wake you up

because you look so cute and peaceful to him

once everything’s turned off he picks you up

and moves over to the couch in the corner of his studio

where he ends up falling asleep too

l e e m i n h o :

literally ‘awww’’s out loud when he sees you asleep with your head on his lap

takes the opportunity to take pictures of you - whether their for blackmail or just to have you’ll never know

unless he knew you needed the sleep he’d probably wake you up with a jump scare or something

then immediately start laughing out apologies when he sees the look on your face

apologies consist of cuddles and kisses

if he lets you stay asleep he’ll lean over and kiss your forehead

then settle back into the couch/bed and continue what he was doing

s e o c h a n g b i n :

the two of you were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie

but you were wayyyy too tired to pay attention to the film playing

and changbin slowly running his fingers through your hair was just making it worse

you eventually fell asleep, head resting against Changbin’s chest

when he noticed he smiled so wide it hurt his cheeks

heart literally sped up at the sight of you curled up

he tries to calm his heart rate as he wraps his arms around you tighter and presses a kiss to your forehead

giddy as fuck and just smiles wider every time he looks down at you

eventually falls asleep too with a tired grin

h w a n g h y u n j i n :

He was already there when you got back from a long day

it was a common occurrence so he didn’t even flinch when you dragged yourself over to him, flopped down on top of him

Hyunjin casually help his phone up with one hand and wound the other around you.

“Get some sleep, bub”

The soft feeling of his hoodie against your cheek and the feeling of his fingers dragging up and down your back

that plus the thump of his heartbeat

was enough to lull you into a much needed sleep

Hyunjin noticed a couple seconds after you fell asleep, smiling softly at your sleeping figure

He continued to scroll through his phone and run his fingers down your spine, humming to himself.

He may’ve looked calm on the outside but on the inside his heart was flipping out

h a n j i s u n g :

Jisung was sat on the couch scribbling down lyrics into a notebook when you trudged into the room

he didn’t noticed until you dropped down beside him and rested your head on his shoulder.

A single look at you had him setting the notebook down and shifting his attention to you.

“Tired?”

When you nodded he leaned back and pulled you onto his lap, cuddling you close. “Get some rest, sweetheart”

He tapped his fingers against your back and started singing quietly, his voice right next to your ear.

when he noticed you’d fallen asleep he grinned so hard he looked like a maniac

rested his head on top of your and quietened down to humming

too focused on you to go back to his lyrics

literally sat there, either on his phone or watching tv, until you woke up.

cause moving would wake you up and you needed the sleep

l e e f e l i x :

y’all already know where this is going

the two of you were laying on the couch, you lying between Felix’s legs with your back pressed against his chest

he was playing video games and you were watching, half asleep

at some point in the evening you’d shifted slightly and fallen asleep

felix was too caught up in the game too notice, his eyes not straying from the screen

he only noticed when he looked down to ask if you wanted to play

and noticed you were completely knocked out

he felt slightly guilty for playing for so long that you fell asleep on him but at the same time he’s happy

cause YOU, his lovely s/o, fell asleep on him

depends on what the time the time is he either turns off the game and decides to turn in for the night

or turns down the volume of the game and moves one headphone off to keep an ear out for you before continuing to play

k i m s e u n g m i n :

it was his intention for you to fall asleep

considering it was 4AM and you’d been up all day

you were laying with him, head tucked into his chest comfortably.

he was singing quietly, hugging you tightly with running his fingers through your hair to help you relax.

his voice and the thump of his heartbeat quickly sent you off to sleep.

when he finally looked down at your sleeping form, a tired smile appeared on his face

had to stop himself from sneakily snapping pictures and instead clicked his phone off

now in the darkness of the room, seungmin hugged you closer and fell asleep himself

y a n g j e o n g i n :

the two of you were in your bedroom, catching up on homework you’d procrastinated

but homework is boring and making you tired as all hell

deciding you’d done enough and deserved a nap, you shifted in your seat and rested your head on Jeongin’s shoulder

swiftly falling asleep

he felt the weight of your head and looked over, a smile taking over his face when he noticed

takes a couple of seconds to process the situation

he looks down at the work in front of him then back at you before deciding he felt like a nap too

pushes all the homework to the corner of the table and slumps back in his chair

carefully resting his head on top of yours and falling into a much needed rest

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids scenarios #skz #bang chan #lee know #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin

292 notes · View notes

imasimpforshanks · 3 years

Note

Hello, I just saw the alphabet requests. Could I please get the fluff alphabet with Luffy? Thank you sm!

Fluff Alphabet - Monkey D. Luffy

a/n: hi hi hi! thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy 💗

A-Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

Luffy is a complete child at heart. He enjoys doing anything and everything! So long as you are there with him, he doesn’t particularly care what it is you are doing – if it’s with you he knows he’ll have the time of his life.

However, if Luffy were to pick something as his favourite activity to do with you, he would choose a water fight (weird considering his vulnerability to water but that doesn’t cross his mind in the moment). Chasing one another around, stomachs aching from laughter, cheeks sore from grinning too much. He’s never had so much fun, and he can’t tell if it’s because of the activity itself, or because it’s with you (ultimately, he decides that it’s both).

B-Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

One of the things Luffy admires most about you is your unquenchable thirst for adventure; it’s own that rivals his own. You want to explore, live life freely and on your own terms. In Luffys eyes there is nothing more wonderful than that.

Honestly, Luffy thinks everything about you is beautiful. Every. Single. Thing. Right from the top of your head to the very tips of your toes. But, there is something about your laugh that he just finds so unbelievably intoxicating. When he hears you laugh - so carefree and so happy - his grin grows even wider. He wants nothing more than to hear that laugh for the rest of his life.

C-Comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

This captain is a lot more emotionally intelligent that people think. He’s very in tune to what people like and dislike and he uses this knowledge to help comfort people. For example, on thriller bark after they find Zoro injured luffy attempts to give him a whole ass barrel of sake because “Zoro likes sake so it’ll make him feel better.” This same logic would apply when he’s trying to comfort you. He’ll find or do something you like because well it’ll make you happy. If food makes you happy, he’ll get you some food. If cuddles make you happy, well then you best be ready to be suffocated.

Another way I can see Luffy comforting you is by trying to make you laugh and smile. When people are laughing and smiling, they’re happy, right? So, by that logic all he’s gotta do is be goofy and then you’ll laugh like you usually do!

D-Dreams (how do they picture they future with their s/o?)

When he becomes the pirate king, you are right there with him. He can’t see himself settling down (by this I mean living in one place permanently). Luffy wants to travel the seas with you forever, going on adventure after adventure after adventure. He hasn’t really thought much about kids or anything like that, but all he has thought about is you and him growing old together.

E-Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or rather passive?)

Luffy is definitely not the passive one in the relationship, but I also wouldn’t say he’s the dominant one. He’s dependent on you and you’re dependent on him. It’s a relatively equally balanced relationship but it could even be argued that it’s only that way because of how Luffy is. He often just does what he wants when he wants regardless of your opinion. However, he also allows you to do the same. That’s not to say he doesn’t sit back and listen to your concerns if you voice them.

F-Fight (would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?)

Fights are a very rare occurrence in your relationship. Luffy isn’t one to maintain an argument for very long often cracking a joke or doing something silly causing you to laugh and break the tension.

On the very rare occasion that you are having a serious fight, Luffy can be extremely stubborn. Once he’s got something in his mind, its hard to make him think otherwise, so more often than not you will have to be the one to apologize if you want to move on from this.

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

Luffy is very aware of everything that you do for him, and he absolutely gushes about it to everyone he comes into contact with. He can’t stop talking about you. People who have never met you before suddenly seem to know about every single time you gave up a portion of your dinner to Luffy because he was still hungry but Sanji wouldn’t let him have anymore because dinner was over.

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

Luffy is an open book. He cannot keep a secret to save himself. Not even a good secret like a surprise party for you or something, in fact, the crew have to be the ones to plan surprise parties for you on luffys behalf cos he gets too excited and just blurts it out straight away. Basically, if there is something he isn’t telling you the only explanation is that he genuinely forgot. But as soon as you ask him, he’ll tell you - without hesitation.

I-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 Luffy has helped you to be a little more carefree. He has taught you to embrace your youth. What’s the rush in growing up? Why does everything need to be so serious all the time? It’s okay to loosen up, and goof around as long as you are still dependable.

J-Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

Luffy does get jealous. But, not in the usual sense. He doesn’t get jealous of other people interacting with you, or with you interacting with other people. He trusts you fully, so there’s no reason for him to be jealous in that front. However, what he does get jealous about is you spending time with others, without him. Luffy gets serious FOMO, so if you’re doing anything and he’s not invited, that is when he gets jealous. This sweetie just wants likes to be included! On the off chance that you are doing something without him and Luffy starts to feel jealous, he will simply insert himself into the conversation or the activity. He does NOT care (LMAO).

K-Kisses (are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?)

Luffy is a very energetic kisser. There’s no real rhyme or reason to his movements he just smashes his lips against yours. He’s eager and enthusiastic, which can make him a bit sloppy at times, but he doesn’t care.

Your first kiss took you completely by surprise. The two of you were just hanging out then before you knew it, he had kissed you. It happened so quickly they you barely had time to process what happened, but he was just sitting there looking at you while giggling his little heart out.

L-Love confession (how would they confess to their s/o?)

When it comes to telling you how he feels, he approaches it as he does everything else; directly. He’s never been one to beat around the bush, rather always speaking his mind and being up front. With you it’s no different. The second he realizes how he feels about you, he’s on his way to tell you. No hesitation, no doubt, just 100% honesty. It doesn’t matter where you are or who might be around, Luffy will tell you in that very moment.

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

Marriage isn’t something Luffy has really thought about. The two of you are together constantly, you know you love each other, so why would you need to get married? It’s not that he’s against getting married, it just isn’t something he’s particularly concerned about. Well… that is until he hears the words ‘wedding’ and ‘party’. Once he’s heard that Luffy is set on getting married right then and there (that’s basically his proposal too). Any excuse for a party.

N-Nicknames (what do they call their s/o?)

To be honest, Luffy mostly just uses your name. He likes it because it belongs to you which makes it special. He does like to find out what nicknames you had as a child, he thinks those a pretty fun and makes him feel as though he’s known you for your whole life, so he does also use your childhood nickname/s.

O-On cloud nine (what are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

Luffy gets even more clingy. Clingy may not be the right word, but it’s the best way to describe it. When he’s in love he feels an overwhelming urge to be near you all the time. He craves your presence and your attention so is constantly asking you to play or chat or anything! He really just wants to spend time with you, more so than usual. The whole crew actually picked up on it quite instantly because they noticed the lack of Luffy in their day-to-day schedule. They knew it was more than platonic relationships Luffy had for you when he was five minutes late for lunch because he was too overjoyed by your attention.

P-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’s all about showing affection both platonically and romantically. He catches you (and others) so off guard because one moment its silent and the next thing you know you’re hearing “gomu-gomu no…” and being tackled to the ground by a pair of rubbery arms. If Luffy wants to kiss you, he’s going to kiss you. He doesn’t have a care in the world about who may see.

Q-Quirk (some random ability they have that is beneficial in a relationship?)

Can promise you a life full of excitement. You never need to worry about your relationship getting ‘boring’ or ‘being stuck in a rut’ because that will never happen with Luffy. Each day is filled with adventure and something new to experience. There’s a whole world out there that you can experience together.

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

Many people wouldn’t expect it, but he is indeed romantic. It’s far from cliché and strays from the typical notions of ‘romance’ but it’s romantic, nonetheless. Luffy is just unapologetically himself. Because of this anything he does for you (even the littlest of actions), you know it’s sincere and comes from the heart. That is what makes Luffy romantic.

S-Support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? do they believe in them?)

Not supporting you in your goals and dreams goes entirely against Luffys character. He truly believes you, and anyone else for that matter, can do whatever they put their minds to. He is your number 1 supporter, actively helping you every step of the way. No one believes in you more than Luffy.

T-Thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship or do they prefer certain routine?)

When you’re with Luffy you don’t need to worry about spicing up your relationship. You will never once experience a boring day. The relationship is constantly filled with new places to go, and new things to see, and you’re fortunate enough to be able to do all of it together.

U-Understanding (how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

Contrary to popular belief, Luffy is very emotionally intelligent (I said this earlier actually). He can read people freakishly well, and his s/o is no different. In fact when it comes to you his emotional intelligence only multiplies.

V-Value (how important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

As with most of the other relationships (platonic and familial) in his life your relationship is very important to him. For Nico Robin, he declared war on the world government. For Sanji, he went up against a Yonko and her crew. You would be no different. He would go to the ends of the earth (maybe further) for you. It’s just how he is. His relationships and his dream to be pirate king are not mutually exclusive, meaning, he can’t have one without the other.

W-Wild card (a random fluff headcanon?)

Brings you random little knick-knacks, or like a little memento from EVERY SINGLE island you go to. The items range from a pretty shell he saw on the beach to a funky looking figurine he spotted in a market.

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

Luffy loves to kiss and cuddle. He’s an extremely affectionate person. He practically clings to you like a koala bear. That physical contact is something he enjoys a lot; it’s really reassuring for him.

Y-Yearning (how will they cope when they are missing their partner?)

As long as Luffy is distracted and kept busy, he’ll be able to cope. He entertains himself and slowly counts down the days until he can see you. He builds up the excitement and he becomes like a child the night before a school unable to sleep or keep still; he just wants to see you.

Z-Zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

This has been established already. All relationships (platonic, romantic, familial) hold a special place in Luffys life. He declared war on the world government, fought countless fearsome opponents all for the sake his friends (sometimes even people he just met). Your relationship with Luffy would be no different at all. In fact, for you, he would do all of that and much much more.

#one piece #one piece x reader #mugiwara no luffy #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #fluff alphabet #monkey d luffy

207 notes · View notes

kaisa-ryo · 3 years

Text

Sukuna Ryōmen NSFW Alphabet

Warning: English isn't my native language!

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*

A = Aftercare (What he likes after sex)

Lie on your back with your arms crossed under your head. Most of the time, Sukuna looks up at the ceiling and thinks about something; sometimes he talks to himself, asks himself if he really loves you or pretends to love you. But when you start to cuddle up to him, he looks at your sweet sleeping face and, smiling for some reason, gently squeezes your hand, which rests on his chest, and snuggles up to you.

B = Body part (His favorite body part)

At first you thought he was joking when you said he liked your whole body. But he was not joking. From the outside, he really admires your whole body, because for him you are the most perfect specimen in the world, and he was simply mesmerized by your perfection. Perhaps it will surprise you, but you began to realize your sexual attraction only with him. Before him, you had no idea how good you are. Yes, there were those types who said that your eyes should be mesmerizing and your hair should be long. Or that you must have big lips. Naturally, for a long time you considered your appearance as your biggest flaw. But against the will of fate, as in a typical love story, one possessive brute appeared and made you love yourself. You haven't confessed to him yet that you are grateful to him for teaching him to love yourself. And even if every day he notices some flaws in you, you still don't listen to him, because you know that he still likes your body, it's just that such an egoist has a habit of influencing you and the people around you.

C = Cum (Everything about sperm)

Anywhere, as long as it is your body.

Yes, inside, too, is no less horny, but hell, you seem so spoiled and dirty in his eyes when you are covered in his cum. He will not let you go to the shower right away, because he wants your body to be more saturated with his scent. And he doesn't care that you are indignant, that you are uncomfortable. If he needs it, he will do it.

D = Dirty secret

Public sex.

Sukuna moans at the thought of how he is leaning you as much as possible against the panoramic window so that everyone can see how you wriggle and groan. You feel his tense flesh, watch how he digs more and more into your buttocks, and feel how his penis, increasing in size more and more, pierces your pussy. It seems as if in the whole universe there is nothing but his rhythmic movements inside you. Everything else: people outside the window, cars, barking dogs - nothing compared to this powerful electrical discharge that escapes from your body at that moment.

E = Experience

It was several times before you. Only now, none of them wanted to start a relationship with him. As, in principle, he is. Yes, baby, sex without obligation is still in fashion. You yourself can no longer remember why it was you who decided to take such a brave step - to meet with the curse, and even with their king. Probably because even behind the veil of selfishness and dependence on power, you could see in him one pitiful, but still a drop of humanity. Naturally, Sukuna did not disregard this and even imbued with your enthusiasm. And this splinter is still amazed that you have not left him yet.

F = Favorite position

His most favorite is missionary and doggy style with a squeeze of your wrists over your head. So he can do whatever he wants: change speed, pace, bite, and you cannot stop him or push him away.

G = Goofy (Serious at this moment?)

No.

During the process, he can throw something dirty and humiliating. Can slap, bite or hit. He cannot stand it when it is quiet and only spanking and your moans are heard. He needs to create a whole performance, whatever, just to fill the room with something passionate other than silence.

H = Hair (Is the hair okay?)

Not at all.

The king of curses does not see the need for this at all. If you're uncomfortable with giving a blowjob, he doesn't care. He's not going to waste time making you comfortable. Only throws a short "bear with it." But one day you still managed to persuade him to at least try, smirking him with cute eyes. Then he “limped” for a long time and was angry with you, because it was as if his skin had been ripped off below him, and now everything became sensitive. You laughed at him until everything grew back again, and Sukuna vowed that he would never shave his pubic hair again.

I = Intimacy (Romance)

Oh, he has a problem with that. But don't be in a hurry to despair, he just started to learn!

Most recently, he stopped making a grimace of disgust after kissing you on the cheek or kissing the back of his hand. There were some compromises - now he began to inhale your scent into all his lungs. Then you asked why and why, and received in response what he liked, how you smelled, adding that for all the time that he was on Earth, he had never felt such a unique and intoxicating scent. Not to say that it did not bother you at all, then you really felt a pleasant feeling of goosebumps.

He has no money for gifts, but if you try, he can take you to any place. If you want - to the forest, if you want - to an amusement park, if you want - to a park of culture and rest, if you want - to a museum. In general, such a good guide. Lazy and does not immediately agree, but still a guide.

You push him to all these (however, there is no one else), forcing him to watch dramas, musicals, family comedies, throwing fleeting glances at him when the romantic scene begins. He will cast a second glance at you and guess your goal, sighing in disgust and rolling his eyes.

J = Jack off (masturbation)

It happened a couple of times. That same dirty secret.

To be honest, he didn't react in any way when you caught him doing it in the middle of the day. Unless he just wanted you to "help him." You rolled your eyes and slammed the door, leaving for another room. He grinned maliciously with such a predictable reaction. He was sure that you wanted it, it was just that you didn't have the courage.

K = Kink

If you only knew how languidly he sighs when you give yourself pleasure. Especially if you do it for him. The way you do it turns all his ideas about sex upside down. How you moan when you play with your nipples and stick thin fingers into your hole - it makes his mind melt in an ocean of pleasure. How he fidgets, waiting for your orgasm when you start kissing him. How do you hold his shoulders, snuggling up to him so that he can feel all your hidden virtues. He asks for more and more. And then suddenly he sharply grabs the hair and digs his lips hard into your mouth. He has very strong arms, it seems that even a pinch of effort, and your head will be ripped off. Yes, power and the elements of BDSM are also on his list of favorite things about sex, as are bites or wet sucks.

L = Location (Favorite places to have sex)

To be honest, he has no preference.

If he wants to fuck you on the kitchen table, he will. If he wants to fuck you on the couch, he will. In the laundry, he'll do it. It's no secret for you that he would not mind trying a couple more places and he will never get tired of coming up with new ones.

M = Motivation

He likes it when you suddenly start to dominate or suddenly rub against his cock.

He realizes that he has a competitor and this idea turns him on as hell. Sukuna naturally loves to compete, and you also add fuel to the fire. Naturally, he will not give in, because you are still a pitiful person in comparison with him, and your power must be defended. Therefore, do not be surprised if he begins to act more efficiently than usual in order to assert his own greatness. And Sukuna will try to show you how small and insignificant you are, unlike him.

N = No (Which will not do)

Greed and the desire to completely control the process, of course, is what he aspires to, but when he sees you suppressed and constrained by some thought coming directly from your subconscious, it worries him much more. Such vulnerability literally tears him apart. Under the pressure of circumstances, he turns, in a sense, into an evil, but caring mother. The king of curses first looks at you, as if expecting your gaze on him. Realizing that this is useless, he starts the dialogue first:

— Well, what is different?

Now you didn't want to answer him. I didn't even want to see him. This is not the first time he has shown waywardness. It started to exhaust you in order. The thoughts in your head were dark and your voice sounded cold and indifferent. I thought that it would be better to kiss you or touch you tenderly, but his hands at that moment were too persistent. It infuriated, but it was already impossible to leave. And he did not stop talking to you.

— Sor..m.. - the words from his lips sounded somehow strange. He seemed to have eaten the last syllable.

— What? - you responded.

— Sorrmm...!

— I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.

— Forgive me already, fucked up!

He rolled his eyes after you started either laughing or crying (you laughed and he realized it almost immediately).

O = Oral (Likes to receive or to give)

Receive. Definitely.

What else can you expect from a cursed spirit like him? He will definitely make sure that the blowjob is the longest process in sex for him. Moreover, he will do this persistently: winding your hair around your hand, forcing you to swallow the penis as deeply as possible, so that later as deeply as possible and finish. He doesn't care if you gag, cough or provoke a gag reflex. Sukuna insists that you have to endure, adding "for my sake" with feigned tenderness. You have no choice but to succumb to his pressure. After all, if you do not do this, do not expect that he will please you.

P = Pace

Very lively.

There is hardly a second when you can completely relax. He will hammer into you like a jackhammer, dig his nails into the skin, leaving red streaks on it, and whisper something viciously at the same time. In order to somehow soften these moments, you intensely squint and succumb to his tricks, allowing you to lull your vigilance and give an outlet to the accumulated tension. But you still feel a growing wave of excitement inside you. And Sukuna knows it, as if he reads your thoughts.

Q = Quickie

Immediately starts high. And if because of this you end up quickly, he will require a second round, then a third, and so it will continue until he gets tired of it. Your sex play can last for hours. His "come on, I know that you are already at the limit" will be repeated so often that you will not even be able to think about anything other than orgasm. And he fucking loves it.

R = Risk (Ready to experiment)

Always ready.

You have such compelling requests almost every day. You refuse the majority, because they sound too crazy, but he does not despair and continues to whisper details in your ear, if you nevertheless agreed. And this is, surprisingly, really a working method.

Did the baby suddenly want sex on the roof? Why not!?

On the director's desk? Oh, how can you refuse when you ask him so sweetly, moaning into the phone speaker and squeezing around the air, instead of which there should be yours and only your Sukuna.

S = Stamina

Fuck with him until the morning? Easy! If you are free all weekend, he will definitely find time for you to have fun (if you understand what I mean).

T = Toys

Bad attitude. It's just bad.

— This crap can't take and replace my dick like this! — shouted the King of curses, — Or do you think that she will be better!?

— No, that's not what I mean! — you yelled, — I just suggest you try.

— In that case, I'm against it.

He turned around and left.

You rarely managed to convince him, and this time he was seriously opposed to it. Well, if you want to try them, then you have to do it alone in secret from him.

U = Unfair (Does he like to tease)

It is already difficult to remember at least one sex in which he would not tease you.

Yes! God yes! He knows that you want him at any time of the day or night. Every minute ... He knows all this and feels as if it is a part of him, as if he was destined to constantly touch, squeeze, lick and caress you. Feelings are heightened more if you tell him this directly. For this, he is ready for almost anything. He is ready to give up and just melt between your legs. His skin is so sensitive to your touch that every movement of yours creates desire in him. And an ordinary "dirty slut" excites both of you no less than any other intimate intimacy.

V = Volume (How loud is it)

Loud.

The kisses that descend on your goose bump, lower and lower, turn into a marathon of moans and screams. Whichever of you tries to sound quiet, at times like this it becomes useless. Sometimes you even thought that Sukuna just wanted to shout you down. Such thoughts make you smile involuntarily.

— Why are you smiling? Are these days over?

W = Wild card (Random headcanon)

One neighbor lives next to you. Kind and friendly. Every day, there is a new gift for you - a cake, a cookie, or even a garden gnome. In general, he loves you very much and is constantly interested in when you will marry.

One night you were especially noisy: the bed was reeling back and forth, its back was banging against the wall, and you were screaming with pleasure so that the glass trembled. In general, it is not clear how the house sustained both of you, but you woke up in the morning as if you had slept for a whole month.

You were lying around, unable to even pick up your phone or go to the toilet. And then there was a knock on the door.

You quickly pulled on your panties, threw a robe over your naked body and with small steps ran to open the door. There was a neighbor at the door. It turned out that she had heard the noise from your house all night and decided that they were burglars or worse. The morning head, with difficulty digesting information, finally woke up and at that very second you felt so ashamed that you winced and closed your eyes.

— The guy and I had a fight a little. But it's okay. Rampaging is the norm for him.

She was a little taken aback by this answer.

— Was it me who was on the rampage? — There was a hoarse voice from behind, — Yes, you rode on me like a stallion! Although, to be honest, I liked such a filly...

The neighbor stares at Sukuna, dumbfounded.

You wanted to put it in a blender right now.

X = X-ray (What's under the clothes)

20 cm. During erection ± 2.5

Y = Yearning (How high is the sex drive)

As stated earlier, Sukuna is not good at compliments or gifts. And he himself constantly claims that this is not necessary at all. He acts on the following principle: good for you, good for him, then everything is fine and nothing else is needed. You want something romantic, not depraved. Sometimes he gets bored with his reproaches and requests to spend the evening in bed again. One gets the feeling that he is not capable of anything else.

Sukuna wants to change for you. Listens attentively when you say anything about the human world. What are the customs, countries, traditions, sights. He remembered everything that you said to him and remembers, too, what you tell to this day. He wants to prove that you were not mistaken by discerning humanity in him, towards which no one ever dared even look. She looks at other men, studies gestures and tries to repeat them. Now you do not understand this, but one day you will realize it, and you will love him like you never did before.

± 8/10

Z = Zzz (How quickly falls asleep)

He does not fall asleep and does not sleep. And he goes to his tomb and sits on the throne while thoughts of you visit him. The more he thinks, the more he wants to touch you. Take it and never let it go Any philosopher would say that you are the same as all people. She is as ordinary as millions of others, with her weirdness and naive dreams. Anyone would say, but definitely not him. He doesn't care if you’re ordinary or not, but he wouldn’t date you if he thought the same way. Even if you don’t live a thousand years like him, you’re ready to give you half of your life force, just to die with you.

He doesn't like such thoughts. They don't like the fact that you tied him to yourself, just once you smiled sweetly. He gets angry and screams that he allowed himself to get too carried away by you, and everything around, the whole world is just a pitiful soap bubble, which does not exist even in such a seemingly huge format as your most human soul of all.

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*

#jjk #jjk imagines #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk sukuna #jjk ryomen sukuna #jjk x reader

178 notes · View notes

sugarcubetikki · 3 years

Text

Bitter Beginnings

Summary: Despite reaching home, the only thing that Anne can seem to think of is Marcy Wu.

Notes: True Colors absolutely destroyed me and I had to write something to pour my emotions into. Besides, I wanted to explore Anne's reaction to this fully. She saw one of her best friends who she’s secretly in love with being STABBED right in front of her eyes. Like, how the hell is she meant to process that? Regardless of her being home or not, that has to have an IMPACT.

AO3

When Anne used to picture returning home, she’d always assume that the first thing she’d do was run straight into her parents’ arms, engulf them in a hug, whisper in between tears how much she missed them, how sorry she was for disappearing like that and with the gentle reassurance that everything was going to be fine.

But nothing was fine.

She was back home. Finally, back home. She’d been picturing this perfect moment for months now. She’d been expecting this wild rush of euphoric frantic emotions when she came back. She’d been expecting to scream out loud in joy and cherish everything around her.

But what she wasn’t expecting was this.

What she wasn’t expecting was this lone feeling of pain that throbbed within her.

What she wasn’t expecting was this disastrous entrance. She knew nothing was close to perfect. But this was even worse than she could’ve ever imagined.

What she wasn’t expecting was this feeling to crash back into Amphibia. And it was for all the wrong reasons. The things she dreaded the most.

What she didn’t expect was sobbing amidst the familiar signs of shops and streets. Things she couldn’t cherish. Things that just hit her with even more nostalgia. Even more grief.

The Plantars held her in their arms steadily, a gesture of comfort, she appreciated it. But it couldn’t heal her pain. And onlookers stared with their phones, snapping pictures at her pain, under the assumption it was all part of a façade, that it was all just an act. A silly little acting gig. With the frogs as people in costumes. And the tears of the girl in pain just being a raw talent for charades.

No. No. It wasn’t a façade. It was all real. God, she wished it were a façade. She wished that all she’d been through was just a terrible nightmare. But she couldn’t refuse to face reality. Refuse to face the truth. And invent her own silly adventure inside her head.

Unlike the girl who’s name she was screaming. Clear in her ears.

“Marcy!” She yelped one more time. She felt Hop Pop squeeze her tighter into the embrace each time she yelled the name. “Marcy!”

Her sobs grew louder and so did the commotion of the onlookers. More and more came to watch, dropping coins, she’d just about had it. And it appeared that Hop Pop could see that.

“Alright! Alright! Gig’s over!” He turned to the onlookers and gathered the money they had thrown into his hands, stuffing them into the pockets of his oversized trench coat. After being blasted onto the car of a nice family, they had given him that coat under the tangle of many excuses they believed.

After the applause and tossing of coins, the crowd began to subside, Hop Pop wrapped the coat around her, it was warm, nice, consoling in a way. It also shielded her agony from pedestrians on the street.

“Do you want to take this somewhere else?” Hop Pop gently whispered into Anne’s ears.

Anne contemplated for a moment, before staring blankly at the ground, the place vivid in her head: quiet, small, and full of nostalgia.

“Yes.”

---

“It’s still strange that you humans don’t eat bugs.” Hop Pop commented as he took bites into his strawberry ice cream with much discomfort.

“Their digestive system is too sensitive.” Polly muttered, pushing her own chocolate ice cream aside in protest.

“Meh.” She blandly replied, taking another long bite into her mint chocolate chip ice cream, lounging her head onto the surface of the table.

Any other time, she’d have complained at Polly’s comment, or cracked a joke about how the roles had been reversed. But she didn’t really feel like it. At all.

“This was Marcy’s favourite flavour.” She simply stated.

The Plantars froze in dead silence.

“She wouldn’t eat any other flavour. I mean, she would talk about trying something different each time. Act all indecisive, analysing which choice would be the best.” She chuckled half-heartedly and felt that painful pang in her heart. “But she would always pick this one. Always.”

She gazed fondly at the ice-cream, the overwhelming grief rose to the surface again, and her eyes building up with tears again.

With a slight stifle, she turned to glance at the walls of the ice-cream parlour. Butterfly-patterned walls. Oh no.

“Sh-she loved b-butterflies.” She said shakily, tears rolling down her face. “Th-that’s why I d-designed her a butterfly costume for the battle of the bands…b-because sh-she l-loved them.”

A loud sob escaped her mouth, and she buried her face in her arm.

Hop Pop’s comforting hand once again landed on her head, brushing her hair in an assuring manner.

“Anne.” His voice drooped as he merely said her name. Nothing following it. Neither a ‘it’s all going to be alright’ nor a ‘we can fix this’.

Because it wasn’t alright. They couldn’t fix it.

How the hell could they fix Marcy getting stabbed like that?

Right in front of their eyes. Right in front of her eyes.

“I c-could’ve s-saved her. I COULD’VE SAVED HER.” Anne’s voice went from a frail sense of longing to a shriek in pure anger. Her breaths and sobs grew heavy, she felt herself shivering as Polly and Sprig rushed over to hug her again.

“Anne, please. Don’t put this on yourself. You’ll regret it.” Hop Pop warned.

“No! Hop-Pop! It’s the truth. I couldn’t help her! I had to watch Andrias pierce that sword through her chest without being able to anything! The strength of the portal held me in place. I couldn’t move!” Anne’s voice grew louder. There weren’t any customers at the parlour on a Tuesday morning, and no staff was at the counter as they were having lunch. They were on their own. Alone with their agony. “She knew it! Okay! I saw it in her face! She knew she was a total goner! Yet…y-yet…the o-only words she managed to say in th-that m-moment w-were…I’m sorry for everything…before…b-before…dropping dead to the ground.”

A harsh silence hung thick in the air.

All of them froze at the reminder of the moment. She watched the devastation dawn over the Plantars’ faces, before pulling away from their grasp, straightening up. Her vision blurred with tears as she stared at the melting mint chocolate chip ice-cream.

“Sh-she didn’t deserve th-that.” Sprig meekly said as he blindly fell back into his own chair. “Sh-she was nice, smart, sweet and despite what she did…she was good to you, Anne.”

“I-I know.” Her voice cracked in response.

“She let me into super cool facts and information. That you guys would think I was too young to understand! I liked how she didn’t think like that. When I asked her why she’d tell me all this, she said young was the best age to gather knowledge.” Polly murmured as she squeezed against Hop Pop firmly.

“She w-was very open-minded. Liked a lot of stuff and had an incredible nature to persevere ahead.” Hop Pop added. “She absolutely didn’t deserve that…but…Anne…don’t put it on yourself.”

“I-I s-still c-could’ve s-saved her though.”

“I could’ve saved Sprig and Polly’s parents too!” Hop Pop burst out and the tense cloud in the room grew thicker at the mention of their parents.

“Hop Pop- “Anne began meekly.

“Don’t! Don’t! Anne, we keep tying the grief we face on ourselves, try to go back and see how we could’ve stopped it, but the truth is…w-we d-don’t know what else to do. We don’t know how to get through this. Or how we could’ve.”

Hop Pop’s words broke something out of her chest that she didn’t even know was there, leading her to wail once more.

“I-I d-don’t know what to do, Hop Pop. Things were never meant to be like this. Marcy and Sasha were meant to be with me here today. We were supposed to celebrate our homecoming together. Or at least that’s what I thought we all wanted! But none of us got what we wanted. I’m back without them. Sasha…she’s never going to get back the way things used to be. And Marcy, M-marcy…she won’t get anything back.” Anne acknowledged woefully. The dreadful thoughts in her brain pouring out. “All I know is that I can’t stay here forever. I have to find a way to get back to Amphibia and do something, Hop Pop. I can’t leave things like this. I don’t know what I’m going to tell my parents when we meet them. Or Sasha’s. Or Marcy’s. I don’t know. But I’m not leaving things like this. We need to get back to Amphibia…somehow…”

“I know.” Hop Pop replied. “We do need to get back to Amphibia. We won’t leave things like this.”

“We have your back, Anne. Always.” Sprig added. “The Plantars stick together.”

“We lost Frobo. We lost Marcy. We lost a lot. But we’re not losing anything again. This time, Andrias will be the one who loses.” Polly finished indignantly.

“Thank you, guys.” She wrapped them into a hug, which they greatly reciprocated.

She was going to find Sasha.

Regardless of all complications, she was going to find her.

She was going to find Marcy.

Regardless of whether she was dead or alive, she was going to find her.

And she was going to find King Andrias.

Regardless of how much power and force he had, she was going to find him and stop him.

#sugar writes #amphibia #amphibia spoilers #true colours #amphibia fanfiction #amphibia fanfic #marcanne #marcy wu #anne boonchuy #amphibia s2 #hopadiah plantar #sprig plantar #polly plantar #sasha waybright #king andrias #amphibia angst #sashannarcy

127 notes · View notes

apixrl · 3 years

Text

SINCERELY, YOURS.

hanta sero x fem!reader

WARNING(S): none

word count: 3.0k

song: sincerely, yours // nohidea

note(s): i just think that he'd be the perfect hubby tbh (EDIT: I'M SO DUMB I POSTED W/O TAGS PFAHAHHA)

Hanta finally managed to force open the door to the log cabin that had long been awaiting your arrival, the wooden structure welcoming the approaching warmth and laughter of the newly wedded couple. The ravenette smirked joyously and let out a triumphant 'hoorah', your laughter only adding to the display of ego on his face.

"And you said I'd drop you," Hanta mocked your earlier words, looking down at you with that very same smirk. If not for your arms wrapped around his neck and entire weight held in his arms, you most likely would have pushed his face away by the cheek. To avoid that shit-eating, joking smirk that rarely left his dumb and lovable face. The face you fell for so undoubtedly swift and heavy.

"I didn't say you would I said you may drop me," Was your response. "It's not every day we walk through so much snow!"

"Hush now, that was nothing to me," Hanta lifted the arm that supported your back, planting his lips on your forehead in a sweet welcoming kiss. Your lips curled in approval, accepting the gesture as Hanta used his foot to close the door behind you both, driving away the cold breeze from outside as warmth replaced it. "Now would you look at this place!"

Heeding Hanta's words, your eyes averted from his addicting gaze to the bonnie log cabin interior set out before you two. From left to right the cabin maintained an earthy theme, consistent in wooden textures excluding that of the supple beige sofas in the centre of the room. They were accompanied with ripening red cushions, as well as a few other pieces of furniture containing the same colour to maintain an advertising aesthetic no doubt. Lengthy beams stretched from one end of the walls to the other, set out in rows. The deepest wall (opposite to the entrance) was made mostly out of glass and onlooking a gorgeous snowy forest scene, small golden lights lit up outside to only add to the aura already presented. Built-up by red bricks and extending up toward the ceiling was a great open fireplace, already sparked alight and sensing a contrasting warmth to the bitter cold outdoors. In the corner of the room were a set of stairs most likely directing themselves off to the bedroom, though you and Hanta were so taken by the bottom floor's interior neither of you even processed there were more rooms to see.

"Wow... this place is gorgeous!" You said through a whisper, face lighting up at the sight. Never had you thought a place could be so beautifully arranged and so beautiful in general, and the two of you had this place to yourselves for an entire two weeks... it made you feel like the luckiest person alive! That you were really, as you'd just tied the knot the love of your life and were starting an entirely new journey with him. From the very moment you'd both uttered 'I do' in front of all your friends and family - the paths you lead became one that you would waltz down together.

"So you like it then?" Hanta asked, ebony eyes trailing away from the open fire and down to your own E/C irises. His smirk slowly transitioned to an endearing grin upon seeing your face of wonder, heart skipping a beat as your gaze met his and your expression mirrored.

"Of course! It's just how I imagined it - even more stunning than the pictures online," Your hand grazed Hanta's gloved one, though the barricade of wool and cotton did nothing to prevent the love and desire sent through the tips of your fingers. The ravenette admired your beauty in that lingering stare shared between you, exhaling a content sigh. You never failed to astound him with your beauty, the way your eyes glowed whenever you looked at him. How your hair fell perfectly into place no matter the circumstance (even on your worst of hair days you somehow managed to make it work). Not to mention your smile and laugh - those specific factors alone making Hanta fall for you over and over and exceeding limits of love and admiration he didn't even think he possessed.

Just before Hanta was to fall into daydream you shook him out his thoughts, the shifting of weight in his arms struck him to shake out of it, realising that you were attempting to shuffle out his arms in order to stand. So he let you down, grip loosening and reluctantly allowing you to step away.

"I'm glad," He quickly uttered, his hand lifting to his head to remove the woolly hat resting there. Then he proceeded to unbutton his winter coat as did you, the pair of you making light work of it due to the excitement of exploring your temporary home.

"So our suitcases are already here?" You asked Hanta, straightening out your knitted turtleneck jumper which was a soft pink shade. Usually something you wouldn't wear, but it was well-suited for the weather and didn't irritate your skin. So you took advantage of the purchase. From your left Hanta hummed softly, turning towards you once he was done hanging his coat on the rack. He too had a turtleneck on, but his donned a collect of abstract patterns and stuck to more neutral colours than yours.

"Yep, they should be upstairs," Hanta replied, running a hand through his hair as he looked over at you. He shifted over to your side, hugging you from behind with a mischievous chuckle. "But we can unpack tomorrow,"

"I like the idea of that, I just wanna snuggle," You responded with a giggle, leaning back into your husband's hold. After a few seconds Hanta stepped forwards, forcing your feet to follow suit. The ravenette guided you both to the nearest sofa, where he messily fell back against the ruby red cushions and you alongside him.

"That's because you procrastinate more than you've ever been willing to admit," Hanta turned you over so you sat atop his middle, hands settled on your hips like they were structured to hold them. There was a smirk on his face as you rolled your eyes at his last comment.

"I procrastinate because you distract me," You corrected, poking his chest with a prominent finger.

"Ah well, what can I say? I'm just that pretty aren't I?" He replied, laughing joyously. You couldn't help but echo with your own form of a chuckle, shaking your head as the smile on your face sent Hanta all kinds of elated emotions through his veins.

"You're not wrong there, Tiger," You grinned ear to ear, staring lovingly in his direction. Words weren't enough to express how much you loved him, your mind struggling to form sentences most of the time with just how much he took your breath away. In truth, you would have allowed yourself to remain gazing into Hanta's eyes the entire night. But you were due to catch sight of an envelope on the coffee table next to you both, drawing your attention away from him as fast as it came. The item too out of the ordinary to ignore. Peculiarly you leaned over to grab it, tilting your head at the item.

"What's that?"

"I don't know," Was your answer. Your fingers proceeded to slit open the top, discovering a smaller, folded piece of paper inside. Curiously you opened it up, voice filling the room as you discovered golden ink was printed on one side and intended to read it out.

" Dear Mr and Mrs Sero,

We are beyond pleased that you chose to stay with us for your honeymoon. Have a wonderful and splendid time at the start of your journey together and we wish you nothing but happiness and joy during your stay.

Kindest regards,

[resort/name] "

"Mr and Mrs Sero," Hanta repeated with a thoughtful stare to the wooden beams above. "I'm still not used to hearing that and we've already been married a week," A smile formed on his lips, releasing a chuckle from the depths of his chest. Almost like he couldn't believe the words he had just uttered. Tilting your head, you pondered on what he meant.

"How do you mean?" You didn't receive an answer straight away, the man you called your husband gently sighed, almost with the case of the lovesick. Somewhere during the exhale Hanta's eyes fell from the beamed ceiling and onto you, gratitude threaded in his expression as he stared at you.

"I just don't know how I got so lucky to marry someone like you," His hand extended to cup your cheek, cradling the slightly chilled part of your face (thanks to the cold air and wind from outside) as his thumb stroked the surface of your skin. Your eyes widened, all too used to the gesture but rarely ever prepared for it whenever Hanta committed to it. You smiled, nuzzling into his warm hold as your eyes closed.

"Me too," You hummed, sighing out yourself as your heart fluttered higher and higher with each passing second. A short silence ensued, ending as you abruptly let out a little laugh. It caught Hanta's attention, his head cosying into the cushion behind him as his brows raised.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about the night you proposed. That's all," Another laugh escaped, humour striking you as you recalled how it had played out. From the manner your lover rolled his eyes, he clearly still hadn't emotionally recovered from it.

"That stupid fire pit," He groaned, eyes closing in annoyance. "I can't believe I let it ruin the moment,"

"I don't think that was the fire's intention, Hants,"

Despite being blatantly confident and bold, when it came to more... intimacy-related things, Hanta Sero's expertise dwindled dangerously. It had taken him months of knowing you to actually ask you out on a date, and when you finally got together? Well, it took him four years before he began to think about popping the question - three months more to actually pop it. Whilst you did say yes once he got down on one knee on the balcony of your holiday home for your fourth anniversary together, the events that proceeded after were what truly traumatised the poor ravenette.

Your holiday was spent somewhere in the Caribbean at a beachside residence that locals rented out for tourists. You and Hanta had always been big on travelling, hence your honeymoon location being such an unconventional place. Or as far as you knew, you didn't have an exact number on how many honeymoons were spent in remote mountain ranges surrounded by blustering winds and snow. It was a nice change of pace to the intense heats nearer the Equator.

During that vacation in particular though, that was the year Hanta finally decided to propose. After a long day on the beach, swimming in the ocean and feeling the sand between your toes as evening approached, you watched the sunset on the balcony of the second floor, neighbouring your bedroom. To set the mood the firepit in the centre had been lit, creating a stunning orange glow in Hanta's eyes as he held you close to his chest.

You noticed he was quite fidgety in his seat, wondering what was wrong with your lover as he gripped his knee tight. Like he was uncomfortable or nervous. Like he needed to get something off of his chest. It was only when you pointed out your concern and his odd behaviour that Hanta managed to shift his stance. Moving from his stiff position to wobbling on one knee, then came the heartfelt speech that gave you a sense of where he was going. A subtle reach into his pocket and before you knew it, you were shouting yes into the night sky and your eyes foggy with tears of complete and utter joy.

Hanta placed the ring on your finger, the realisation hitting him at that moment that you and he were engaged. His excitement got the better of him, the male sweeping you in his arms and swinging you around as he babbled sweet nothings into your ear. The speed wavered his balance, his leg knocking into the table holding a bottle of wine he had ordered specifically for the occasion. Much to both of your bad luck, it all collapsed against the firepit and tipped it over - and one can only imagine what happened next. A rather chaotic ruckus erupted between you as Hanta grabbed you by the waist and flung you both out of the building via the balcony to ensure your safety. Then he 'thwipped' straight back up to the fire and frantically searched for the fire extinguisher to put it out, all whilst you sat on the sandy ground outside, frozen to how drastically the mood had changed.

Luckily the fire didn't spread too far. If not for Hanta's efficiency in dealing with it upfront, it could have spread to the bedroom and the rest of the house. It did not, however, the most damage being the balcony sofas that were scorched no thanks to their wooden frame and white cushioning.

Despite having just been engaged, there wasn't much you and Hanta could do to celebrate. So the night ended with you and he falling to slumber in the early hours of the morning, too exhausted after dealing with the owners' wrath after the slight mishap of nearly setting their building ablaze.

"At least you didn't burn the entire house down," You tried after a few seconds of quiet, earning a scoff on Hanta's part as he ran a hand through his hair.

"It felt like it when I called the owner's to tell them what happened," Hanta answered, softly frowning at the shrieking yells he heard during that call ringing their way through his mind again. Long after he'd shut them out based on the humiliation of being on the receiving end. You giggled, recalling how you were able to hear them despite the phone not being on speaker.

"I'm surprised they let us stay for the rest of the week,"

"That's because I paid the money for the damage caused within six hours of them demanding it," Hanta reminded you, dragging his hands down his face as he groaned out. Probably expelling his inner cringe at his foolishness that night. "Times like that make me relieved I'm a top ten pro, helps out with emergencies a great fucking deal,"

"Are you sure that didn't play any part in their generosity? That you're a top ten pro?"

"No way," He said and sat up to meet your height, hands looping to cradle the small of your back. He held back continuing to briefly peck you on the lips. "The bill they gave me was the complete opposite of generous,"

"How much was it again?" You asked, memory not serving you the answer. The ebony-haired male leaned forwards to kiss you again before he moved his lips up to your ear. His voice became a whisper, telling the sum in Yen which made your eyes widen in astonishment.

"Wow," Was your instinctive reply, Hanta scoffing a laugh in agreement based on your tone of surprise. It was there he nuzzled into your neck, inhaling through his nose to catch a whiff of your scent. The aroma acting as a sedative to wipe the memory from his mind permanently. All he wished to remember of that night was the way your face lit up as he asked you to take his hand in marriage. How your tears formed and how your lips uttered the words he had oh, so desperately wanted to hear after months and months of worry of being rejected.

And look at you both now; husband and wife and on your honeymoon. Holding each other as close as close can be with no doubt or hesitancy in your minds at all. Why he had worried so much was something he would never be able to figure out. As looking back, all of it felt like the easiest thing he had ever had to do.

Due to that, Hanta smiled into your neck. The change could have been missed, but you were far too attentive to not notice. The feeling of his cheeks shaping his smile made you smile as well, your arms wrapping around Hanta's neck in a desperate need to pull him closer. Your fingers ghosted the back of his neck, tickling the hairs that attached with care like no other. You rested your chin on his head, eyes closed gently in comfort. In response, Hanta hummed lowly, hands starting to rub up and down your back like he was giving you a massage.

Silence passed, the two of you simply enjoying the other's company and the intimate moment you had welded together. The proximity created a warmth that could fight any cold, the fireplace behind you both unneeded to fight the swirling snow outside. Your eyes peaked open as the faint crackle of the fire nearby caught your attention. You watched the flames dance for a second or so before you plucked up the confidence to speak.

"Just... let's not set fire to this place. Alright?" You mused, holding your breath as you waited for Hanta's response. Luckily he didn't dismiss it, actually finding the comment quite funny. He voiced a blurt of a laugh, head shaking as much as he could make it whilst it buried into the depths of your neck. Hanta's mouth opened to make his reply, quickly hushing up again to return to the peaceful silence of before, not at all ready to let it go just yet.

"Agreed,"

#bnha x reader #x reader #fluff #mha x reader #anime x reader #boku no hero x reader #my hero academia x reader #hanta sero x you #hanta sero x y/n #hanta sero x reader #hanta sero #sero x reader #bnha sero hanta #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #sero fluff #hanta sero fluff

91 notes · View notes

torikaku · 3 years

Text

🌹 Riddle Rosehearts: Fluff Alphabet

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

Riddle's extremely busy helping the Heartslabyul students, keeping the dorm in order and studying to achieve the best grades, so he has a little time to spend with you. But these small moments he cherishes very much.

He tries to free his daily schedule to find some time for you. So, probably you two have some tea breaks while talking about your day or a small walk around the rose maze.

Of course, you're always welcome to visit any Unbirthday Parties held in the dorm. Here, in Riddle's company (and Heartslabyul students' as well) you can enjoy some tea and Trey's tarts.

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

Riddle admires how intelligent and hard-working you are. He values these qualities in people.

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

Riddle is always here for you when you don't feel like yourself. Though he's not the best at comforting, he can be your shoulder to cry on or just listens to your venting while hugging you and drawing soothing circles on your back.

If you have a panic attack, Riddle will take your hand, reminding you that he's here with you. If it's in public, he'll escort you to a place with fewer people, telling you that you should remember about breathing. Riddle will even allow you to hug him if you feel like this and if it helps you to calm down.

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

Riddle sometimes catches himself dreaming about your possible future together. Probably, you two will be in a small house, have a small rose garden where you can drink tea and talk about everything, and be happily married.

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

Riddle tends to be rather dominant because he is used to having everything under control. Of course, he doesn't control you per se; he usually plans your dates or other activities. But he's always ready to hear your thoughts.

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

Fights with Riddle, well, don't always go smoothly as he tends to be stubborn, especially in topics in which he believes he is right. He may raise his voice at you but later he will regret it. If he's wrong, it'll make it hard for him to apologize, his pride is hurt because he always thought that he was right no matter what.

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

Riddle's grateful that you're patient with him. His mother and childhood left a strong imprint on him, and he deals with the consequences now. The process of healing will take a lot of time. But still, he's thankful to have you who helps him with his struggles with your words by reminding him that he's doing great and you love him.

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

He can't stand any lies, so he will never lie to you especially if it affects your relationship and your trust in him. He hopes that you have the same opinion.

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

As it's been said, Riddle is still struggling with childhood trauma. He makes an effort to be a better person than he was in the past and he wants you to see improvements.

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

Jealousy comes from his insecurities. Riddle understands that he's not an easy person to deal with. But your words of affirmation, that make him blush, reminding him that you love him.

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

Well, Riddle has zero experience in such things. His kisses are simple and chaste but cute. He mostly prefers to give you kisses on the back of your hand or knuckles and your cheeks. As for your lips, he just pecks them. But practice makes perfect, so he needs more time to give you the best kiss.

Your first kiss most likely occurs when you two study together in his room. You sit beside each other so close that your shoulders are touching. Riddle takes your hand. You turn your heads to look at each other. He blushes at the closeness. The boy feels you leaning in. He copies your action, closing his eyes. Finally, your lips meet in a kiss.

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

Poor baby boy, somebody, help him.

It's more likely that Cater and Trey will help him because Riddle is absolutely lost. While Riddle himself is writing a long-page confession, trying to find the right words, Trey and Cater organize everything in the dorm to create the perfect confession scene. The rose maze is chosen not by chance -- the location is beautiful itself and Riddle will feel calmly a little in the familiar place. Cater and Trey sweatdrop when Riddle presents his written confession, but both decide not to make him rewrite it. In this confession, Riddle put everything he has in his heart. And if you like his confession, you’ll accept Riddle himself.

When you finally come, Riddle is so nervous that forgets everything he wrote. His whole face is red, he tries to stay determined, saying that he enjoys your company and admires you, and he would be more than happy to be your boyfriend. Riddle only can curse himself for not so perfect confession in his mind and silently beg for you to accept his imperfect side.

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

Though Riddle really likes the idea of marrying you he's still hesitant about it. You're his beloved person who helps him with his personal problems, loves him and gives him affection. But he doesn't want to pressure you into anything, he wants to be a good spouse for you and for your marriage to last long, unlike his parents'. Being with you, Riddle understands that talking is important, so before even proposing to you, he will ask your opinion on the whole marriage thing. If you do want to be his spouse, he will be the happiest man and will do anything to have a strong relationship with you.

The only thing that Riddle afraid of is that his mother won't give her blessing nor accept you as her son's future spouse.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

In public, he calls you just by your name. In a more private setting, he will call 'dear' or 'darling'. Sometimes, he lovingly calls you 'my rose'.

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

The whole Heartslabyul Dorm knows that he's in love with you. Probably, it has started with Cater who notices how differently Riddle acts around you. Riddle is calm and collected (for the most part unless provoked) but around you his demeanour changes -- he is nervous and stumbles on his words. And since Cater can't be silent, he gossips with other Heartslabyul students about Riddle. Some students feeling suicidal dare to tease their dorm leader but their heads are cut. Cater faces the same consequences because Riddle found out he was the instigator. But Riddle does it not because he's angry rather than embarrassed. It's the first time when the poor boy has these feelings for someone, and he doesn't know what to do.

P DA - 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?

Riddle himself is timid when it comes to showing his affection to you. So, he's extremely shy to show any signs of affection in public. All you can expect from him is him kissing your knuckles and maybe holding hands. He has a reputation to hold and he won't simply survive his fellow students teasing him for looking inappropriately as a dorm leader.

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

His attentive nature is beneficial not only in his studies but helps in your relationship as well. He remembers all your special dates, your likes and dislikes.

He is punctual and never late to any meetings with you.

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

All of the romantic gestures, he learned from books, so you can't expect anything extravagant. Just like a gentleman, Riddle kisses your knuckles, opens doors for you, treats you to dinner.

Showing his love to you is subtle: he reminds you to dress for the weather, eat your food and drink water, fixes your clothes, helps with your studies.

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

Riddle will do anything he can to help you achieve your goals. He even will become your personal tutor to help you. He can easily motivate you to work.

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

Riddle prefers to have a calm relationship with you. He deals with enough stress in his life. So, he's fine even with having a routine, he enjoys spending time with you either talking or studying together.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

You're his beloved person and he wants to understand you as much as possible. Riddle is attentive enough to notice your mood changes, as a responsible dorm leader he wants to help you, so don't hide any struggles from him, he just wants the best for you.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

RIddle values your relationship with him. He truly feels loved; you accept his flaws and help with his struggles. As much as he loves you, he can't be with you all the time. He's the dorm leader and a hard-working student who has a tight schedule. But spending even little time with you, Riddle reminds you how he appreciates everything you do for him.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Can you play croquet? If not, Riddle's more than happy to teach you, he's certainly best at it! Ohh, imagine him standing behind you and helping you how to hold a flamingo and how to hit a hedgehog to score it through hoops.

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

He notices that he's rather touch-starved due to a lack of motherly affection. So, when you kiss or hug him, despite being embarrassed, Riddle is happy that you show your love this way.

His kisses are simple and quick. Mostly, he kisses your cheeks or the back of your hand. He just needs more time and courage to get used to kissing you.

Riddle prefers to just hold your hand or touch you with his arm or leg when sleeps. So, if you want some cuddles you yourself should hug him. He won't deny you albeit will be shy by your sudden showing of affection.

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

Riddle is usually busy, so his mind is occupied with work.

If he misses you so much, he will offer you to study, so you two can spend some time together.

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

The more Riddle spends time with you, the more he grows attached to you. You're the very first person who he feels these special romantic feelings to; you're very dear to him. Despite being always busy, Riddle wants to work very hard for your relationship to last as long as possible.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #twst fluffbet #twst riddle #fluff alphabet

236 notes · View notes

attack-on-kiwi · 3 years

Note

Jean alphabet ?🥲😌

The crush I have on this man is embarrassing-

Jean Kiirstein:

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

Jean is a simple guy. Any time he’s around his s/o, he’s content. Usually, he will let them pick what they want to do. He’s not averse to just spending a day tending to the horses and riding around valleys on them. He finds it freeing. It’s especially enjoyable if they two are sharing the ride and his s/o is hugging him just tight enough from behind and laughing into his back. He doesn’t think that will ever stop bringing butterflies into his stomach.

He looks forward to any sort of domestic activity. Sleeping in and holding his s/o from leaving bed, helping them cut up vegetables for breakfast, surprising them with flowers or sweets when he has the opportunity to- anything classic, sweet, and intimate.

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

They bring him back to reality. He’s not idealistic in any sense- instead he tends to get lost in his thoughts and can spiral into negative outbursts. He can also become closed off, so having his s/o, who can snap him back to his sense and remind him that not everything has gone to hell (even though, it’s pretty damn close to being so), means the world to him.

Jean is smitten. Another guy who thinks his s/o is the most gorgeous being to ever grace the earth. He thinks they’re the most beautiful when. they’re concentrating on a task. The way they refuse to let anyone or anything get in the way of their objective, no matter how menial or grand, bubbles pride in him.

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

Jean would drop everything that can be put off to help his s/o. He absolutely hates when they feel upset, and he’s not that good at comforting people. He’ll just crouch down (or bring them down if they’re taller) to eye level and ask them what they need him to do. His voice is soft, laced with concern.

Jean damn near might tear up himself if his s/o is upset enough. He’ll stay with them for as long as they need to, and then some more. He’s likely going to hover or keep an eye on them for the next few days to make sure they’re truly all right.

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

Jean wants to get married and have a family. He doesn’t care if the kids are biological or adopted, but he wants kids. He could settle for a son and daughter, but it doesn’t really matter. He’d like at least two kids to keep him on his toes. He aspires to give them the most peaceful life and wants to be present in their lives for anything and everything.

He’s terrified of the idea of becoming a husband and father, but it’s one of the thoughts that keeps him going. He knows he wants his s/o by his side for the rest of their lives. Considering everything they’ve been through, he’s already planning on how to propose.

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

Jean doesn’t think of being dominant or passive in a relationship. He can take initiative in most cases, but he’s not going to impose on his s/o. He’s present in the relationship, and will often check in with his s/o. to make sure that they’re okay. It’s important to him that they be transparent and aware of how the other is feeling, though he might bury his own feelings quite often.

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

Being as confrontational as he is, it’s not uncommon to get into fights. He never gets physical with his s/o. The two are rather prone to heated arguments that can escalate to screaming at each other if the conflict is serious enough.

Jean absolutely hates that he can’t hold himself back. He’s too forthright with his thoughts.. He does try his best not to hit low blows. No matter what, his arguments are based on fact and he won’t rely on jabbing at his s/o’s insecurities to gain an edge during a fight.

He needs his space. Usually, this just means the two separate and cool down a few hours. The longest he will go without speaking to them is a night. First thing in the morning, he’ll try to calmly confront them and apologize for his behavior, asking if they can try to talk the issue out now that they’ve had some rest.

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

Jean’s a grateful man, even if his slight pessimistic attitude can point you otherwise. He doesn’t verbally say that he’s grateful, but his actions truly speak louder than his words. He’s always got an eye on his s/o, he stops them when they’re overexerting themselves, he can sense when all they need is to be held for a few moments, and he’s always seeking out ways to make their day brighter.

One way he might allow himself to be vulnerable is sitting behind them in bed and clasping their hands together, kissing each of their knuckles lightly. Jean likes to speak just above a whisper, listing why he loves them.

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

No huge secrets. He does hide how he’s feeling at times, especially if he is stressed and doesn’t want them to feel pressured. Jean does press his s/o to tell him whatever is on their mind, though. The two have an honest relationship. You have to be blunt if you want to work with Jean, after all. He doesn’t mind if his s/o needs to keep secrets, as long as it’s nothing serious, like their loyalty to him shifting.

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

Jean allows himself to be more sensitive around his s/o. Normally, he would never entertain being overtly emotional or softer yet around his s/o, he’s quite different. There’s a gentleness about him which no one gets to see any other time. Truly, he will keep this persona for behind closed doors, but it does seep into his day to day. He’s kinder to people after he’s spent time with his partner.

He is fighting for the people he loves-- to guarantee they can live fulfilling lives, grow old, then finally die peacefully. It’s all he wants, and having people to fight for is his heaviest inspiration.

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

He’s secure with himself in most senses, but there are times when Jean feels like he could be giving his s/o more attention or time. He may feel a twinge of guilt if his s/o starts to deflate at the idea of asking him if he has free time because it hurts that they worry about getting in the way of his work. During these episodes, it’s easy for Jean to become suspicious of other people, specifically other men, that are hovering around his s/o more than before. If it bothers him enough, he will call it out.

Usually, Jean is to ashamed of feeling insecure to outright explain why he’s jealous. His s/o can gauge if he’s uneasy by how clingy he is afterwards.

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

Jean’s kisses are either shy or extremely passionate. Depending on how much adrenaline is rushing through his body, he can encapsulate his partner in a fiery lip lock that will leave them short of an accidental asphyxiation (sorry I need to shut up). When he’s sleepy or has been missing his s/o, he’s prone to soft, short pecks. He likes to whisper into their lips, most of the time, he will be saying, “Just one more” as he dozes off.

His s/o is his first kiss, so it’s about as awkward as first kisses can get. His mouth and throat were dry. He wasn’t sure if he should tilt his face. They would get close then Jean would fumble, trying to adjust for better access. Finally, he got frustrated and just crashed their lips together for not even a second before pulling away, face glowing pink. Don’t worry, he’s gotten slightly better.

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

Jean discovers early on. Within months, he’s positive he’s in love with his s/o. He is terrified of telling his partner due to fear of abandonment and humiliation that stems from a childhood of being bullied. (pry this from my cold dead hands). Regardless of how strong he feels, he won’t outright confess his love until the two have been together for a good amount of time. That can amount to months or even a year or so, depending on just how serious he’s feeling about the relationship.

He’s the type of person that is practicing in the mirror how to confess, and unknowingly, his s/o will hear him. If he’s lucky, they feel the same way and just walk in to tell him they love him too and watch his brain short circuit as it processes what just happened.

On a serious note, though, Jean would be nervous to confess. He’d make a date out of the entire ordeal-- choosing to take his s/o out for a nice dinner and at night, as they’re stargazing in a remote field, he’d hold their hand and say he needs to tell them something. Even in the evening, it’s easy to see him heat up. He’d whisper it at first. His s/o needs to let him collect his thoughts, and as soon as he’s gathered them, he’d confess full throttle. His voice shakes slightly, but his conviction is apparent.

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

Jean fantasizes of getting married quite often, and this only increases as he gets closer to his s/o.

He’s honest with his s/o and the topic of marriage comes up in late night conversations quite often. He’s confessed that once the fighting is over, they’ll get married the next day. There’s no proposal, just a promise that keeps the two fighting to live another day. His mother actually gives him her own wedding ring, telling him to get it resized if need be, but she hopes it can become a family heirloom. Jean’s a romantic, and this gets him flustered yet excited.

Peaceful. Marriage with Jean is as mundane as can be. Sure, there’s going to be times when old friends come wreck havoc, but it’s all taken in stride. He likes waking his s/o up with a kiss to the cheek. If they want to pat his hair dry or brush it after his shower, he’ll try distracting them with sly neck kisses. He wants his kids to see how much he loves his spouse and groan in disgust as they try to get their parents to hurry up so they can all eat. Jean’s content/

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

He calls them by their name mostly. Sometimes he’ll shorten it or give them an alternative where it’s the first syllable of their name with -y at the end if possible.

Jean calls them beautiful and gorgeous when he’s trying to make them laugh.

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

The beginning is akin to puppy love. He’s so flustered but curious about everything they do and say. He’s kind to them and chokes up around them when he hasn’t had time to formulate a response. Definitely the type of guy who stares at his s/o wistfully with a dazed grin on his face. He’s been caught doing this to them across the room on multiple occasions. Needless to say-- everyone and their mother knows Jean’s smitten.

He tries to express his feelings by complimenting them. If he can help them out with errands or studying (if they met during the cadet training) he’s more than happy to shave off time to do so. He likes being able to take a load off their shoulders, so he won’t mind doing a little extra work.

P DA - 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?

Jean acts big, but he gets shy. The only time he’ll ever really kiss his s/o in front of others Is if he’s being teased or egged on and he wants to show he’s not ashamed of his partner. He loves them dearly, but showing affection in public isn’t the biggest priority for him.

If they’re out in the market, he loves having them hold onto his arm as they lead him wherever the like. If there’s less people around, he won’t argue with locking fingers. His s/o might catch him off guard with some sneaky kisses that are sure to provoke him.

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

Everything about his hands. They’re not as rough as some other people, though they aren’t insanely soft. He can give amateur massages and knows how to exert just the right amount of pressure to make the experience enjoyable, even for the most fidgety/ticklish s/o. It’s his secret to helping them relax and release pent up tension.

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

Jean loves romance. He loves being in love and having an excuse to try his hand at sappy love letters and poetry. He’s not the best, but what he writes down makes his s/o’s heart flutter. He just wants them to know how much he cares about them, even if he has a hard time expressing himself accurately.

He’s the type of guy who picks up pastries because he remembered his s/o liked them a few weeks ago and the bakery finally made them again. He’ll polish their shoes if they haven’t had the energy to do it themselves. He’ll remind them to eat. His idea of making them happy is making sure that they are well taken care of.

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

He’s their biggest fan and simultaneously their biggest critic. Jean supports their endeavors, but he will not mask his opinions just to make them feel better. He’s tough on them because he wants to see them succeed. He’ll help them if he can, but he won’t hold them back from their potential by lying to them.

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

Jean loves trying out new things with his s/o, especially once the world opens up to them. He wants to explore everything, while still having some sense of routine in their lives. No dates that could potentially harm him or his s/o. He’s spending time with them, not trying to fight for survival, after all. Dates can be adventures-- he won’t mind going on hikes or exploring nearby terrain, however, he’d much rather try new foods and experience new technology instead.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Jean likes to think he knows his partner inside and out, but he’s conflicted about the duality of everyone in his life when push comes to shove, so he finds himself wondering if he truly knows them. This is just his insecurity and hurt surfacing, but he can spiral into pondering whether his s/o care about him as much as he cares for them. He knows he gives them opportunities to tell them about themselves, and he’s picked up on their quirks over the time they’ve been together. In reality, Jean genuinely does know more about them than he thinks he does. It’s hard not to feel comfortable around him, after all.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

His relationship is extremely important to him as he’s always had issues with letting people in on his vulnerable side. He has insecurity issues stemming from a variety of sources and knowing how people could use him puts him off from working on most relationships. Finding his s/o and being slapped in the face by the reality that someone genuinely loves him and wants to learn with him is eye opening. Due to this, Jean tries extremely hard to work on himself and the relationship as best he can. There’s no way he’d half ass something so good.

Though Jean’s relationship is on the. top of his priorities, his mission is still going to overshadow his desire to be with his s/o. It’s not that the mission is more important-- it’s that he needs to complete the mission so that his beloved can finally rest. He wants to protect them, and protecting them means he has to put his life on the line, unfortunate as it is.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Jean’s a mother hen to his s/o. He’s always nagging them to eat, sleep, shower and make sure they’re taking care of themselves. He’s always been in tune with the health of other people, and he just naturally wants to make sure that his s/o is in optimal condition. He will literally snap and physically force them to sleep if he needs to. He gets irritated if they’re neglecting themselves due to the fear of them getting hurt or sick.

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

Yes!! All he wants to do is cuddle. He loves holding his s/o, but he loves being held more. When they run their fingers through his hair and mention a silly hairstyle he could try, he almost considers it. He falls asleep on their chest almost every night.

If he’s upset, a simple kiss to the cheek or head is enough to bring a small smile back on his face.

His favorite place to be kissed would be his temples. There’s something soothing and homely about soft lips brushing past his hair to linger right above his brow. It’s also a surefire way of inducing drowsiness in him.

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

Jean just bites the feeling back and swears that he will see his s/o as soon as he can. The idea that they will be waiting for him is enough for him to power on. Occasionally, Jean may doodle them in the margin of a report or in his personal journal. He thinks about what their next date could be and wonders if they ever found that stray cat they mentioned a few conversations ago. He thinks about them and all the things they can do once they’re together, and it’s enough to motivate him.

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

He’s literally tryna save the world for them lol

~~~

Based off @snk-warriors fluff alphabet prompt

#jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan imagines #attack on titan headcanons #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin imagines #shingeki no kyojin headcanons #shingeki no kyoujin x reader

326 notes · View notes

hops-hunny · 3 years

Text

Distance Makes the Heart Grow

CHAPTER 5

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Neville Longbottom x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: (Y/n) lives a normal life. But that’s the issue, it’s normal, it’s plain, and it’s growing boring. Everyday she wishes for something, anything to spice up her life. But, when her old school friend (and crush) shows up at her bakery with a new look (and what looks like a new life), what will it bring for her? Will their puppy love grow? Will his big secret lead to the end of them or will it spark a new beginning?

Warnings: Slightly suggestive flirting, fluff

A/N: This chapter is so cute omg I hope you guys like it <3

“Oh come on (Y/n)! It could be fun!” Twyla called after the girl, who she was currently chasing around the halls of the manors. The tall men in suits watched them but didn’t interact, not sure of what to do in the situation. The (h/c) haired girl ignored her, making lala noises with her fingers in her ear. “Real mature, babes, real mature!” When they got back to the girl’s room, Twyla closed the door, locking it so her friend couldn’t escape. She got on her knees, pleading and begging the girl.

“Twyla I can’t just pick up and go on a trip to Italy!” she shouted, forcing the girl to stand up. The tall girl grabbed her shoulders, shaking her shorter friend in her arms.

“Why nottt?” she whined out. (Y/n) smacked her hands from her shoulders growling some at her.

“A multitude of reasons, Twy! The main one being oh I don’t know, who’s gonna look after my damn bakery!” she hissed out the last part, throwing herself on the large bed, the blonde joining her shortly after. “I’ve got no one to watch the bakery, I don’t have any clothes nice enough to take and even if I did I’d have to travel by floo back home to get them! Also, who’s gonna water my plants? I love my plants, Twyla!” she ranted causing the girl to shush her.

“Relax, you worry too much and there’s a simple fix to all these so-called ‘problems’ you have.” she sat up, pulling the girl up with her. “Let’s start with problem one. You said you have to run the bakery, right?” (Y/n) nodded, curious of where the girl was going with this. “Easy, ask Tiana to run it for a while. She’s been looking to get more hours in since she just bought a house.”

“I can’t ask that of her! Plus, she can’t do all of that with the staff we have now, she’d be understaffed!” she said, watching the girl type away on her phone. She was always so amazed by Twyla’s ability to use muggle technology.

“Well lucky for you, you won’t have to ask her. I just did!” her boss gawked at her, going to tell her off but she continued speaking. “And plus, it’s summer. Do you know how many culinary art students are looking to get hands-on learning in an actual bakery? You don’t handle the application process anyways, Tiana does that. Remember, you stopped doing that because you’d cry any time you had to reject an application.” she made many valid points, slowly pulling her over to the side that wanted to go, wanting to be on a trip with Neville. “Also you’re the only owner who spends so much time working. Isn’t the point of owning a business to make people do shit for you?”

“That’s true.” she sighed, picking at the skin around her cuticles. “But what about my apartment? And my clothes?”

“Don’t you still talk to that old couple that sold the bakery building to you? Ask them to watch your plants!” she retorted, smirking triumphantly. Slowly but surely her reasons for not being able to go were dwindling. (Y/n) sighed before shrugging.

“You know what? Screw it, I’ll go.” Twyla squealed, grabbing the girl’s hand as she dragged her out the door.

“Hey tall man, where’s Neville?” she asked the guard who was posted outside. He cleared his throat, adjusting his sunglasses.

“In his office. Downstairs and to the left, miss. He’s currently in a me-” without another word she grabbed the girl, dragging her downstairs. They reached the large wooden doors that had two large men standing there causing the shorter girl to cower in fear. Their glares were intense as they stood up straighter.

“Can we help you?” one of them asked, his rough voice booming. The other one nodded along, leaning down to her height as he gave her a strong glare, vein on his forehead popping out.

“The boss is in a meeting so unless you’re someone special, get lost.” (Y/n) felt her lip quivering, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Oh you’re fucked buddy, that’s the boss’s girl. Come on, I’ll let you guys in.” an unfamiliar voice said from behind her. Turning around she saw two identical men, quite lanky and tall in stature. She couldn’t help but notice how they favored another certain Ginger she knew.

The one on the left pressed on the small earpiece in his ear, clearing his throat. “Hey boss, your lady friend is out here crying. You should get more observant guards.” he said giggling as a shout could be heard from beyond the large door. The men visibly paled but kept their composure. The door swung open revealing Neville, who adorned a white button up and black trousers, a pair of suspenders connecting the two together.

“I-I’m sorry boss, I didn’t know.” one of them stuttered out, sweat building up on his bald head. Neville gripped his shirt tightly pinning him to the wall causing the man’s feet to lift from the ground. (Y/n)’s eyes widened at the sight. The man he was lifting had a large, muscular build making her wonder just how strong Neville really was.

“If you think that’s something, you should've seen him last night.” Twyla whispered out the corner of her mouth, the twins nodding along in agreement.

“You better listen because I’m gonna say this once.” Neville said, a calm tone which was somehow scary if he was to yell. The man nodded along frantically, wide eyes trained on the man. “That girl right there? She’s my flower. Let it be known that if she sheds a tear caused by any of you, you’re dead and what I’ll do will be worse than anything the Weasley twins could do combined.” and with that he dropped him, walking over to the girl. Weasley twins? So they were related to Ron! She felt her face flush as Neville leaned down, brushing away the tears that had threatened to fall from her eyes. “You alright, love?”

“Yeah I was just coming to tell you that I’ve made a decision. I’ll be joining you in Italy.” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He grinned at her lifting her up in a hug as he spun her around, laughing some. “B-but I don’t have any clothes so I still have to figure that out.” he sat her down, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Just buy new ones when we land.” he declared. She froze, scratching the back of her neck. That would be an easy solution if she hadn’t spent any extra savings she had on the night before.

“I don’t really have the money to do that..”she trailed off. Neville put something in her hands causing her to look down confused. In her hands was a black card, his name engraved in the front of it. “Is this...is this a black card?! I can’t take this. Plus what about you know, “ she cleared her throat, blood rushing to her cheeks and ears. “My undergarments. I don’t have any on me for before we go shopping.” Neville smirked at her words, feeling particularly confident from her flustered expression. She was so soft, so...pure. Anytime he neared her she’d get all warm in the face and anytime he kissed her that same look would double. Temptation was his flower and he was tempted. Hearing her inquire about something that had innocent intent behind it had him thinking about anything but.

“Nonsense, pretty girl. Take my card and for your undergarments..” he trailed off, leaning down next to her ear. He placed his hand around her neck, gently squeezing it as he chuckled. “Let me take care of that. Better yet, let me buy the ones for the trip as well.” he whispered, nibbling the shell of her ear. (Y/n) squeaked, looking at him with wide eyes. Was he doing this on purpose or was it a simple misunderstanding? Either way, she couldn’t stop the heat pooling between her legs. “I’m only messing with you cutie. However I wasn’t kidding, leave that to me.” with a final peck to her lips he stood up straight, adjusting his tie before heading back through the wooden doors, the twins following behind him.

“Nice meeting you (Y/n)!” they said in unison, offering her a smile before they closed the door after themselves.

“You know he totally wants to bang you, right?” Twyla said, causing the girl to glare at her. She held her hands up in defense, looking back at the girl as she began to walk off. “I’m just saying! It’s obvious. You should share a room with him when you go to Italy.”

“Do you..do you think he’d want that? I don’t wanna get in the way of-”

“Are you kidding me?! The man practically worships the very earth you walk on, why wouldn’t he?” Twyla exclaimed as the girl followed her blindly. (Y/n) gasped, looking up at where they were. Around them were large counters on the floor and ceiling. Marble countertops with a matching marble floor along with two large fridges and a state of the art oven. Ignoring Twyla’s rambling, she began to walk through the kitchen, inspecting and exploring every part of it. Her eyes landed on the pantry to which she opened, letting out another surprised noise. It was massive, food lining the walls, all organized to perfection. There was even a walk-in freezer and fridge down the hall!

“Twyla, I’ve gotta use this kitchen. If I don’t bake something in here I’m going to die.” she said, running out to the girl as she began to shake her back and forth. “Quick! Give me an excuse to so I don’t feel bad about messing things up!”

“Ooh! I love excuses! I mean, Neville’s having a meeting so you co-” before she could finish the girl put the kettle on before beginning to pull out various different bowls and ingredients.

----------------------------------------

“Well, do you have security plans?” Neville asked from the end of the table, quirking a brow at the italian man at the end of the table. He noticed even through the man’s fear that he probably didn’t understand what Neville had said fully. “Sorry, um, avete piani di sicurezza?” he asked, causing Blaise to quirk a brow at the man’s fluent italian. Neville rolled his eyes at him before turning his attention back to the man. He nodded, sliding back a file folder filled with papers.

“How long are we going to be there for?” Seamus asked.

“Does it matter? Money is money. Plus it’s not like you have anything important going on in your life, Finnegan.” Draco retorted which resulted in the shorter man growling as he grew red in the face.

“Don’t you dare fucking start. If you’re going to act like fools I’ll replace you with two lower levels in a heartbeat.” Neville gritted, not even looking up from the plans. He looked at the other man next to the italian man. “And you, what’s the exhibit worth exactly? If there’s no high hitting items we can already consider this a dud.”

“U-um. It’s estimated that it’s worth over 1.5 million, sir.” he responded, gulping as he reached for the water they had given him with a shaky hand. However, Neville wasn’t satisfied with that answer.

“Listen, did I ask you what it’s estimated to be? I asked for the exact cost. If you only have estimates then how bout I est-” he was interrupted by light knocking on the door. “Who is it now?! J-just come in.” he said, huffing out. The door opened followed by a quiet set of footsteps causing the inner circle of men to smile, giggling some. Curiosity got him, causing him to turn around, his expression instantly softening. “Petal? What are you doing here, angel girl?” he asked, pulling her closer but being careful of the large tray in her hand.

“I thought you might want some snacks for your little meeting. I hope there’s enough for everyone.” she said, setting the tray down on the table. It was funny really, comical, the way the doily and flower covered tray contrasted with all the men in the room. On the tray was a large array of different foods. Scones, tea biscuits, even tea sandwiches. In the center was a beautiful antique floral teapot along with matching cups.

“This looks amazing, princess!” he exclaimed, his stomach grumbling in agreement. She giggled at that, causing his ears to tint pink. “There’s most certainly enough. Go on fellas, don’t be-” before he could continue the men began to grab at the food, swooping in like vultures.

“Oh my god, this is like heaven!” Seamus moaned out, bits of sandwich falling from his mouth. Ron nodded along in agreement, a bunch of unintelligible words leaving his mouth. Even Blaise was wide eyed as he sipped at the tea, taking a bite of his tea biscuit.

“Yeah, is there any more of this? What kind of tea is this? I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of having it before.” he said, taking another sip. She looked at them sheepishly, leaning into Neville’s embrace.

“It’s butterfly pea tea infused with strawberry and honey. Also there’s more of everything! I kinda went overboard.” she responded. Neville smiled, grabbing her hand before placing a kiss on top of it.

“Well thank you, I really appreciate it. You’re so lovely.” he muttered, turning her hand to place a kiss on her palm before proceeding to do the same all up her arm. She giggled some at the action, looking away from him shyly.

“Well I better get going before Twyla buys more stupid things with Draco’s black card.” she turned once as she got to the door. “Good luck with your meeting!”

Neville sighed happily before turning back around, looking at the men at the table before them. He grabbed whatever scraps the ravegers had left, eyeing everyone intensely. “What?” he spat out angrily.

“Mate you are so whipped!”

PREVIOUS||NEXT

TAGSLIST: @vayeya11 @pink-hufflepuff @clancyscookies @elemental-of-magic @beewitchedlou @simpforremuslupin @mottergirl99 @princesslaiahg @nevillelongbottomsgirlfriend @redpanda-poetry @vibingaesthetically

#neville longbottom x you #neville x you #neville longbottom x reader #Neville Longbottom #neville x reader #Harry Potter #harry potter imagines #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #mafia!neville #mafia!au #mafia

47 notes · View notes