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sttoru · 29 days

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Aventurine with a virgin reader </3 guiding her and moving slowly and gently as he always gives her praises 🥹

𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. soft dom!aventurine x virgin!female reader. smut. p in v -> protected. lots of praise. clit stimulation. breast play kinda. very soft and gentle sex. reader gets called ‘baby, my jewel, pretty girl.’ wc; 1.4k

aventurine is a gentle lover; never once having forced you into any acts of intimacy. you’re always the one leading the progress of your relationship. the control over the speed of how things go soothes your worries.

your comfort and consent is his number one priority. his little ‘may i’s before touching you are what reassure you. you’ve clearly chosen the right person to be your partner.

even now - when you’re finally beneath him, with your naked bodies indulging in a romantic session - aventurine makes sure to go slow. softly, gently and tenderly; like you’re a delicate flower. a delicate gem that’s threatening to break with just the slightest touch.

“you’re okay, baby,” aventurine mumbles quietly against your skin, his lips attaching to your neck. he gives you soft kisses all over in hopes to soothe you. he can feel you tremble when he pushes his tip against your tight entrance, “i got you, i got you—i promise.”

he does, in fact, have your back. you trust that he does. aventurine never fails to keep his promises, he always keeps his word even if it may seem impossible. perhaps it’s due to his luck—perhaps it’s due to his overbearing love for you.

“kakavasha..” you whimper his name. the blonde nearly chokes on his spit at the way you called out to him. he pats your head gently, that same hand moving down to collect the tears running down your cheeks. you sniff, “mph, h-how much more?”

aventurine kisses a tear drop away, sighing against your skin. you’re so precious to him and he wishes to convey that fact. he’s trying his best to keep calm, though he can feel his restraints fading each time your nails dig into his back. it hurts so good.

he doesn’t want to hurt nor scare you. therefore, aventurine takes a deep breath and flashes you his charming smile, blonde locks covering his magenta and cyan colored eyes. those eyes that were once devoid of life, now sparkling with affection for you.

“just a little bit. can you hold on for me?” aventurine asks in a soft tone. he places a quick kiss on the tip of your nose. his hands move to hold yours, fingers interlocking. he squeezes them when you answer his question with a nod, “heh, thank you.”

aventurine bottoms out after what feels like hours. he sighs in relief and buries his face into the crook of your neck. you’re tight, squeezing his cock like you’re begging him to stay—to stay connected forever. he gives you all the time you need to adjust to your insides being stretched and moulded to fit him.

your eyes are glazed over as you stare up at the ceiling. you feel so full. the stretch hurts a little, though you’re quick to accommodate to the intrusion. your fluids make it easy and more comfortable for both aventurine and you.

you’re grateful that your lover understands your position. you’ve been scared of sex since you were but a virgin, however it doesn’t seem as bad in the moment.

not when you got a boyfriend like aventurine.

“so precious,” aventurine coos and kisses your jaw. he eventually reaches your lips and gives them a quick yet passionate peck. his eyes roam over your naked, sweaty body that’s glimmering underneath the dim light of the small lamp, “you look stunning, my jewel.”

you tighten up around aventurine the moment he calls you by that nickname. he hisses at the feeling, his cock throbbing with the desire to move already. aventurine distracts himself from those urges by kissing your breasts.

his tongue rolls over your nipples, his hands still pinning yours to the soft mattress below you. he sucks on your chest and doesn’t think twice before leaving a hickey or two. you’re his and he likes to remind you of that fact.

aventurine slowly detaches from your tits, his saliva coating the plump flesh. he grins at the sight and hums in satisfaction. he looks up at you and watches as you say those words he’s waited on;

“it’s okay, you can move.”

aventurine nods after he makes sure you’re totally fine with it. he pulls his hips away, until his cock is halfway in before pushing back in your pussy. slow and gentle thrusts are the way to go.

you quickly get used to the rhythm of your lover’s thrusts. you can feel the love and passion behind them, each move done with a purpose. that purpose being to pleasure you and make you feel appreciated.

“is this okay? yeah?” aventurine pants, his pace quickening, yet also slowing down whenever he feels like he’s overwhelming you. your moans slowly fill his ears and your brain is visibly being taken over by the satisfaction.

your lover is entranced by the way your tits bounce in circles with each soft thrust. he can feel his tip hitting the deepest parts of your wet cunt, claiming you like he’s always dreamed of doing. the way you’re already drunk on pleasure is adorable.

he leans down and presses his lips against yours. this isn’t just mindless sex—it’s your first time and he strives to make it as romantic as possible. his tongue mingles with yours, the mixture of saliva running down your chin because of how sloppy you’re making out.

“just like that– fuck,” aventurine groans as his hips roll against you. he’s slowly drowning in the ecstasy. seeing you enjoy the moment as much as he does, is exciting him more than the actual act. he loves it when you enjoy yourself—gets off to it even, “let me hear more of that pretty voice.”

you let out little whines, blessing aventurine’s ears with your voice, just like he asked you. your boyfriend moans at the sound of you as his fingers reach down to circle your clit. he’s addicted to you—so in love. his hands move to your thighs, pulling them apart just a little more so his dick could reach further.

you get more sensitive by the second. especially when aventurine wraps your legs around his waist, his hands wandering all over your body. the pad of his thumb presses down on your clit, making you even more sensitive. your eyes roll back as you leave red scratches on his back, “feels good, s-so good!”

aventurine smirks at your moans. you’re beautiful in this moment beneath him, his cock filling you up to the brim. he feels the connection between the two of you deepening, your relationship reaching new heights.

the blonde male pants while he holds your body close—hips moving non-stop. he can’t get enough of you and vice versa.

“you’re so sensitive, baby,” aventurine chuckles as he feels your pussy spasm around his thick dick. it’s your first time, so he doesn’t blame you when you tell him that you’re close. he slyly increases the pace in which he rubs your clit, “gonna cum, hm? c’mon, you can make a mess on my dick, pretty girl.”

his smooth voice echoes in your mind and that’s all it takes to push over the edge. you hold tightly onto your lover’s biceps and your back arches off the bed, head lolling backwards against the pillow. your lower abdomen tingles and you feel your legs shake due to the impact.

you’ve never felt so good. it’s so much—the feeling is overwhelming you. your body shakes underneath aventurine. he reads your body language and easily concludes that you’re a bit overstimulated by your own orgasm.

“good girl,” aventurine pats your head and rubs your cheek with his thumb. he kisses the corners of your eyes before doing the same to your forehead. your little whimpers and incoherent babbles melt his heart. your lover nods, “shhh, shh, i know. i know.”

he doesn’t care about the fact that he didn’t get to cum. tonight is all about you, not him. aventurine hugs you to his chest and whispers sweet nothings into your ear while you come down from your high.

“i love you so much,” you whisper between shallow breaths. you can feel your lover smile against the skin of your shoulder before he kisses you there. he sighs in content, not yet pulling out.

aventurine wishes to stay with you as one. for as long as you allow him to. he tilts his head back and looks down at you, placing his forehead against yours.

he truly is a lucky man;

“i love you more. so much more.”

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writing-for-marvel · 7 months

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Day 31: Breeding Kink

Mob!Bucky's Kinktober Honeymoon

Mob!Bucky Barnes × Wife!Reader

Summary: Bucky gets excited by the thought of becoming a father after your honeymoon.

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, creampie, daddy kink™️, a teeny tiny bit of angst/self doubt at the start, reader potentially already being pregnant, lots of soft feelings and pure love

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: we are finally at the end of our honeymoon journey 🥹 thank you to everyone who has read any part of this series throughout the past month. I put so much love and effort into this and I sincerely hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have ❤️ dividers by me, please do not use. Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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Bucky hands you a glass of your favourite wine, sitting down beside you and placing a protective hand on your thigh.

“To the last night of our honeymoon.” He toasts simply. But he doesn’t need to add anything else - all other praises, different forms of ‘I love you’, and terms of endearment have already been declared to you during the past four weeks.

You didn’t think it was possible, but after the last month, you feel even more loved by Bucky than ever before.

“And to every night of the rest of our lives.” You add before clinking your glass against his. He swirls the liquid around the glass, sniffing the rich scent before taking a substantial sip. Instead, you specifically chose to place your glass down without tasting the wine.

“Who are you and what have you done with my wife?” He chuckles in that way where you can’t help but smile at the sound. “No wine tonight? Do you want something else?”

You shake your head playfully, the news you need to disclose dry on the tip of your tongue, but the sparkling adoration in Bucky’s eyes is what gives you the surge of courage to speak the words aloud.

“I’m late.” You announce and you can see the realisation play out in Bucky’s eyes as to the implication of what you’ve just disclosed. “It’s only a few days, it could be anything really - the stress of the wedding, the travel… but it’s probably best to be cautious considering how many times you’ve cum in me over the last month.”

“You think you’re pregnant?” His voice sounds breathless and his strong jaw hangs open, as if in pure shock.

“It’s a possibility...” You trail off, unsure if his reaction is due to certifiable happiness or complete dread. Fear sinks in your stomach like lead - he’s the king of a mafia empire, danger lurks around every corner, and has a long list of enemies who would want nothing more than to murder his entire family in cold blood for revenge.

How could you be so stupid to believe he’d be enthusiastic about bringing a child into that environment?

“Did you not want to be a dad?” Your voice comes out weak, almost trembling, and you can see the concern rise in Bucky’s eyes in the time it takes you to blink. His hands cup your face, tender and loving, as he rests his forehead against yours and looks at you like you’re the only thing that exists in his entire universe.

“You are the love of my life, and there is nothing I want more than for us to create a life from that love. The thought of having a little one who is half me, half the woman I love most in the world… that joy is indescribable.”

Bucky once told you that he could not bear to be the source of your pain, that for him hurting you was akin to torturing himself. He has that same wounded look in his eye right now, as if the mere thought of you fretting about his reaction makes his heart crumble into a thousand pieces.

You kiss him this time, as if you are struggling to breathe and his lips are the only source of oxygen, a desperation to convey he will always be the life force that sustains your existence.

With his strapping hands grabbing into your hips, Bucky lifts you from the couch and walks you backwards towards your bedroom expertly while his tongue dances with yours.

In a haze of passion and lust, Bucky strips the clothes off your body, lips following the soft touch of his hands as garnets get tossed around the room. As the air caresses your bare skin, he gently pulls you closer, eyes roaming your body with a fierce thirst that somehow outshines his usual desire at seeing you naked for him.

Your head is almost dizzy from his intoxicating kiss by the time you’re bare for him and he’s laying you gently on the bed, his lips trailing patterns over your stomach as he whispers words of devotion against your soft skin. He doesn’t need to speak them any louder, his whole world is encapsulated in the person laid unclothed and dripping before him.

Rubbing his bulbous tip on your clit, Bucky slowly pushes inside you and then pulls out, slapping your clit again, performing the action over and over until the needy ache between your thighs is almost unbearable. Jolts of pleasure fire up your spine and wet arousal streams out of you as you arch your back and cup both of your breasts, fingers flicking over your hardening nipples.

“Daddy, please.” The name slips from your lips before you have the time or mental consciousness to stop it, but Bucky simply smirks in response, satisfied with just how desperate you are for him, and only him.

“Daddy’s going to give you everything darling, just lay back and relax.” He teasingly draws figure eights with the tip of his dick against your clit, capturing your pert nipple in mouth, tongue circling your tender areola, the combination of his stimulation forging a ardent whine from the back of your throat.

Then, without any notice, Bucky pushes himself into you slowly, lovingly.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so tight. You were made for me, just for me.” He growls in your ear when he’s finally fully sheathed within you.

You let your hands drift over the contours of Bucky’s muscular back, drawing him even closer against you as he buries his face in your neck as his hips begin rocking into yours. Having him hold your upper body with such gentleness all the while having his hips rail you into the mattress feels both exquisitely intimate and downright pornographic.

You’re unsure how Bucky manages to be both concurrently, but he always finds a way.

“Sounds like that feels so fucking good for you, baby. Fucking squelching for daddy.” He’s not wrong, the salacious squelch of your walls fills the room along with your lustful moans with every unrelenting, impaling thrust of his cock.

His pelvis rhythmically meets your ass as he lifts your hips, taking you by surprise and pushing your legs back into your body, testing the bounds of your flexibility. From this angle he can’t help but graze your spongy g-spot with each thrust, over and over and over again. You cry out in pleasure, too overwhelmed by the sensations undulating within you, one moment it’s all too much, the next not enough, to realise your fingernails are digging sharply into Bucky’s biceps.

At this point in your relationship Bucky knows your body better than you do, before you have time to recognise that you’re right at the precipice of a fast approaching orgasm, his nimble fingers locate your throbbing clit, massaging the bundle of nerves in that way that makes a wanton sob bubble up in your throat.

“Look at me baby - keep your eyes on daddy when he makes you cum.” Those dazzling steel blue eyes are your downfall, those same sparkling eyes which have always regarded you with an unparalleled desire and reverence, even from the very first time you met. Those beautifully unique eyes you have memorised the patterns of, committed to memory where each fleck of gold resides and how they seem to shine brighter when you’re the object of his gaze. Those same sincere eyes that filled with tears as he watched you say ‘I do’ and feasted on your body in your white wedding gown until he zipped it off you on your wedding night.

Your high hits you with a magnitude that shakes your entire body, eyes rolling back and has your toes curling. The rest of the world crumbles around you, the only thing your brain can comprehend in this life shattering moment is that Bucky is mercilessly pounding into you, pushing you through a climax that feels like a million shooting stars all exploding at once.

Bucky stills as you tremble around him, coming down from your high with sweat on your brow and a dazed look in your eyes that he can’t seem to get enough of.

His kiss is soft and sweet, but completely life ruining all the same. It takes you back to the first kiss you ever shared, how much outpouring of love you felt when his lips touched yours and you knew for certain you wouldn’t kiss anyone but him ever again.

Bucky’s hips start moving again, slowly at first, building a sensual rhythm of deep strokes which has you biting into his shoulder to prevent yourself from moaning obscenities. You can’t tell where he stops and you begin, your bodies moving together in the heat of passion, euphoria covering you both like a blanket of pure, warm sunshine.

“Gonna breed you.” He growls in your ear with that inflection in his tone where you can tell he’s just as close as you are to coming undone. “Gonna give you a baby. Our baby.”

His words satisfy some primal part of your brain that’s in control now, you swing your legs around Bucky’s waist so he stays exactly where you want him when he cums. His arms frame your head and he gazes down at you as if he’s trusting you to hold his fragile heart in the palm of your hand.

“Give it to me. Please daddy, please give me all your cum.” Your fingernails scratch down his back as Bucky’s cock grazes over the spongy spot on the inside of your walls which makes you see stars. “Put a baby in me.”

Your words only spur him on, thrusts growing sloppy, faltering slightly with a guttural groan reverberating from his chest that is the beginning of the end for you, the pebble which breaks the dam, your release flooding through you in crashing, torrential waves.

“Fuck, Bucky, I’m cumming!” You announce and through his panting, Bucky lets out a satisfied hum as you walls clench down around him, triggering his own release right alongside yours. You swear you’ve ascended to heaven, floating on a cloud of pure bliss as the ecstasy of your high radiates like a rising sun within your core.

Bucky stays hovering above you as you both catch your breath, whimsical smiles tickling the sides of your mouths as you simply gaze at each other, the only thought running through your mind being how fucking lucky you are to have someone who loves you like Bucky does, someone who will always put your wants and needs before their own because ensuring your happiness is their happiness.

“Can’t let any go to waste.” Bucky comments as he pulls out of you, fingering his release back inside you so that none spills out, flicking your puffy and sensitive clit as he does so, sending jolts firing up your spine that makes you squirm.

“Well, if you weren’t pregnant before, you’re likely to be now.” Bucky chuckles lightly, his hand brushing lovingly over your stomach as he lays beside you. “And if not, then we’ll just keep trying. We are pretty good at the act of baby making.”

“We certainly are.” You turn your head and capture his swollen lips in a raw, delicate kiss that can convey more meaning than mere words can. “I can’t wait to go back home and spend the rest of our lives together, maybe with some little feet pattering on the hardwood floors too.”

You know Bucky well enough by now to recognise the genuinely content and blissful smile spreading over his features. You crave for him to look at you like this for the remainder of your life, for him to feel so full of adoration for you that he simply cannot be anything other than blissfully happy in your presence. If he loves you even half as much as you love him, you’re positive your love story will be one for the history books.

“Te iubesc [I love you].” He places a kiss to your hairline, and pulls you closer in his embrace where you always feel at home. You’ve never felt as loved and cherished as you do in this moment right here, with your darling husband who you know would go to the ends of the world to ensure you and your possible future child are safe.

“Not as much as I love you.” There’s a sparkle in his ocean coloured eyes as you say these words, a depth of devotion you could drown in.

“That’s impossible.”

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henrioo · 1 year

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✦ ── FALLING IN LOVE: SANJI

Sanji x Gn! Reader

Synopsis: Where slowly Sanji realizes that his feelings for you have changed

Warnings: Pure cuteness, nothing really alarming, just a passionate and jealous Sanji

Word Count: 1,4k

Notes: This should have been an ask, but when I finished it I realized it was very different from what I had been asked and decided to do another one. But so you don't miss it, here it is being posted, I hope you like it. Sorry for the English

Notes edit: Pronouns have been updated to neuter thanks to @waitingmydemons , thanks sweetie

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It's really not a secret that Sanji is a bit emotional and has a tendency to fall in love with pretty people, so when you introduced yourself as a new crew member with that bright yet nervous smile, no one would really be surprised if he had hearts eyes and a wide mouth.

Of course, initially he wouldn't think he was really in love, after all he doesn't consider himself a one-man man. That's why he tries to act as normal as he can around you, still having the aura of a lover and servant who would do anything for you, but also trying to convey credibility that he wasn't really in love.

Of course, he can't run away from it for long, but everything starts much slower than it seems, see:

First it starts with your kindness, you were more than excited to meet all of the crew and become friends with them, so you would walk up and down asking if you could be of assistance or just spend some time chatting to find out more about the people you now live with.

First Sanji didn't want to ask you for help, he didn't want to burden you with cooking and he also wanted to try to impress you by showing how he can handle the entire kitchen by himself. But you insisted that you could at least be of some use, so he sighed deeply and asked you to cut up some vegetables and occasionally stir certain pots or add ingredients. Nothing that could really be difficult if you were only pretending to want to help.

You might not be the best in socializing, but you were definitely doing your best to make the conversation flow naturally for both of you. So Sanji also made an effort so that you could talk calmly, he would ask a little more about your village and journey, always being careful not to press where he shouldn't, sometimes he would ask about your hobbies and food tastes, nothing really deep but that still counted.

You weren't far behind, you loved to talk and talking to Sanji was so easy! You asked about the restaurant, about Zeff, about his fighting style and his passion for cooking, even if you couldn't have known that there was a much deeper past there, you were pleased with what you discovered the first few times you started talking.

As the weeks passed and you were intimate enough with everyone, Sanji initially thought you'd drift away a bit, focused on doing your own thing and settling in on the ship. But what would be his surprise when you showed up in the kitchen not long after asking if he could stay there and keep you company while you studied some things. He didn't know what that feeling was, but his legs went weak, his heart skipped a beat, his stomach dropped, and heat surged through his body. He smiled and stammered out a statement as he tried to get back in control.

And you came back the next day, and also the next, you walked around the islands together, on the rounds... It was strange, at least for Sanji. He was close to all the members, that's clear, but he didn't feel that close to any of them. Every time you got close to him, his heart fluttered and he started stuttering, not knowing exactly how or what to say. He just needed to talk to you, whatever the subject.

He couldn't be falling in love with you, could he? Of course he thought you were attractive, your hair was magnificent, your eyes were sparkling and your smile was amazing. He also really liked your personality, your love for the crew and their tastes, your focus and determination, how you never give up on what you believed to be right. Of course, he also felt strange next to you, with his legs shaking, his stomach nervous, his hands sweating and the lack of words. But that was all just because you were a new person compared to the others, that would pass with time, wouldn't it?

Definitely not. But he only saw it in the first jealousy crisis he had, you should spend the day on the island together since you wanted to cook something and needed the help of someone experienced in that. But just in the nick of time Usopp needed your help with art supplies and you ended up leaving your object behind, prioritizing helping your friend before that. Of course Sanji didn't mind, it was just one day, you would have many more. So what was the problem?

He didn't know it, but as he walked around town looking for supplies he couldn't stop thinking about you, how much more fun it would be to run around the market stalls listening to your beautiful voice. How you could stop by some cafe and eat together while chatting, even how nice it would be to cook with you afterwards, teaching you what he loved so much. He muttered irritably, taking another cigarette, perhaps the fifth in an hour, as he stopped in a square to collect his thoughts.

That's when he saw you. You weren't together with Usopp, but in front of some stalls, buying jewelry and small weapons, he immediately smiled and thought about approaching. Perhaps now you were free and could spend the rest of the day together, but the events that followed had his stomach twisting as he bit down on the cigarette until he tasted it on his tongue. A man approached you with a huge bouquet of flowers, he appeared to be a civilian and by his clothes perhaps he worked as a florist or gardener. The man smiled and offered you a beautiful bouquet of roses, you smiled with slightly flushed cheeks and accepted, the man would not miss the chance to pass his hand to your shoulder as he approached.

Sanji expected to see discomfort on your face, maybe despair, anything he could use as an excuse to go over there and kick that man until his face was unrecognizable. But you didn't. Instead you looked like you were having fun, laughing and getting red in the cheeks at everything the other said, Sanji felt his stomach sinking and hurting, what was that? He grabbed his bags and walked back to the ship, not in the mood for shopping anymore that day.

Robin was in the kitchen as she had stayed to watch the ship, she greeted him quickly without taking her eyes off the book she was reading. He responded with as much cheer as he had, none, and then proceeded to unpack everything for storage, although he really hadn't bought much for being back early. He could feel Robin's gaze on her back, perhaps it was obvious how awkward he was, but the man didn't wish to trouble the beautiful lady with feelings he didn't even understand.

"How was your day on the island with (y/n)?" She asked quietly, but Sanji felt his entire body shiver and go rigid.

"Ahn… They couldn’t go, busy with Usopp I guess" he tried to dodge the subject and replied in the most ordinary tone, although there was a tremor in his voice.

"Oh, I see" he thanked her for the next few minutes of silence, maybe she would just forget about it and he could pretend that nothing happened "is that why you are so upset?" He nearly dropped the plate he was washing.

"I'm not upset" he said that to who? For Robin? For himself? Who was he trying to fool?

"Hm…" she hummed "Whatever you say" a good quality of the woman is that she wouldn't insist on these matters, she knew when to withdraw if necessary "But you can talk to me if you want" Sanji smiled appreciatively for having such a generous friend.

"I just…" he shouldn't have said it, he didn't even know what he was feeling! "I… I saw them with someone else besides Usopp… They looked happy" he mumbled not really knowing what the problem was, what exactly was he angry about?

"Oh… I see" he could hear the woman's smile.

"Understood what?" He asked, nervous and curious.

"Hm? Didn't you notice, cook-san?" She had a lively, light tone.

"No?" he asked, confused.

"You are jealous." She finished and it didn't take long to get up, ready to leave. Sanji is immobilized, completely paralyzed and not knowing what to say, let alone what to do. Robin must have noticed his face in shock and laughed at the door, then spoke calmly "Don't worry, it's normal to be jealous when we're in love…"

Then she left, leaving the man alone, and for the first time since you joined the crew, Sanji realized something: he was in love with you.

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Notes: Well that was it! It was the first thing I wrote after my short break so I don't know if it was really good, but I liked it even though it was short. The next stories will be the ask

Also I'm planning to start a series of imagines so that's why orders are closed, hope you understand!

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dhorrl · 3 months

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hii this is my first ask so im sorry if it comes off as odd <3 do you write fluff or hurt/comfort? if you do, could i request something like that with feitan? if not then thats okay, anything is fine! thank you so much, and i hope you have a good day ^^

I can definitely try! I was also asked recently on my JanitorAI request page for Feitan dancing with you under the stars... so here's a little something...

The dense trees surrounded you, their rustling leaves providing a calming soundtrack to the cool night breeze. The all too familiar anxiety of waiting for Feitan to return from a job gnawed at your heart, causing your fingers to tightly grip the rough bark of the branch beneath you. You were attempting to push away any worries about the man who definitely didn't need your concern.

Even as vigilant as you were, when a cold hand wrapped around your neck you couldn't help but gasp and tense up. You let out a small shriek, quickly followed by a relieved sigh as Feitan's comforting scent filled your senses.

"Hey," you murmured with a smile as he released his grip and sat down on the branch next to you. He didn't say anything, but he didn't need to. His body language spoke volumes - the way he leaned into you, the warmth radiating from his body, it all conveyed a sense of intimacy that words could never capture.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Feitan took your hand and led you down from the trees to the ground below. You followed him through the forest, guided only by the twinkling stars and moon above.

As you reached a small clearing in the woods, Feitan turned towards you with an almost mischievous grin. "Dance," he purrs, his dark eyes sparkling in the moonlight as he pulled you into his chest, his forehead resting on yours.

Feitan moved with grace and fluidity, his movements perfectly in sync with yours. It wasn't so much a dance as it was a sway in the wind, but everything about it sent tingles through your body. He drew you closer to him, his motions effortless and fluid. You followed his lead, feeling completely at ease and content in his embrace. As the two of you danced under the stars, Feitan's intense gaze remained fixed on you. It felt like he was gazing into your soul, but instead of feeling exposed, you felt seen and understood.

Time seemed to stand still as the two of you moved together, lost in the moment. But finally, Feitan brought the dance to an end by pulling back, still holding on to your hands.

"Thanks," he whispers, barely audible. You both know this was never to be spoken among the Troupe, but you don't mind. This side of Feitan, the man behind the mask, is just for you.

You smile and lean in, placing a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for inviting me," you whisper back.

#feitan x reader #feitan portor #hxh #feitan #phantom troupe

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juicyflawless25 · 1 year

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Those Ocean Eyes (Ch. 1)

Word Count; 1,477

Notes; A plethora of memories, both cherished and heart-wrenching, shared with the one and only Larissa Weems. Cross posted on a03

Warnings; No warnings for anything just yet, but the rating of this will change as chapters are added. I don't know how long this will be, but I do hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

To honestly describe the feelings you felt when first seeing Larissa, one would need a much more vast knowledge of a language than even the brightest humans could ever achieve. There were truly not enough words in any language to properly convey the bluest and loveliest eyes to ever have existed.

When first given a glance at the blessed cerulean irises of one Larissa Weems, it had taken your breath away. She had been sitting in the library, curled up with notebooks and reading material. The cap of her pen was tucked between her perfect teeth. The way her eyes danced across the paging of her book, so intensely focused on her learning, had made you quite jealous of what she was reading.

Did you feel ridiculous having felt that way over a woman you had just seen, not even spoken to yet? Yes, you did. However, there was no stopping the flow of feelings coursing through your body because of her. She gave off a vibe that you knew your vibe could coincide with. Your soul knew there was something special to be had here, something to be cherished. But of course, like any anxiety-ridden gay, you would be taking your sweet ass time moving forward to create that connection.

Her eyes were like sparkling sapphires, obviously, there to make all shiny and gorgeous things feel inadequate next to her. God, the knowledge and depth you could see behind them were something to be revered and feared simultaneously. You could see the cogs turning in her head, moving quickly to understand what was being read. Seconds later, you could see a light click inside those eyes, a moment of understanding before she quickly wrote a few sentences down in her notebook. A small, but triumphant smile curled the edges of her lips and you felt your knees go weak at the sight.

You had been slowly getting closer to Larissa, your legs moving of their own accord as you watched her intently. You had come to the library to do your studying, following the path you always took to the exact seat Larissa was sitting in. Under no circumstances were you going to disturb her though. It’s not like your name was on that seat. Besides, she looked so comfortable there, writing away her thoughts on the paper.

The moment you were a split second away from turning around and finding a new seat to take, Larissa’s eyes looked up at you surprisingly. You stood still in the spot you were standing, a nervous smile on your face. Those captivating eyes looked you over, not judging, but reading you. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you wondered what she could be thinking.

You weren’t sure how long you stood there, staring back at her like someone who’d just remembered they’d left the stove on at home. Larissa blinked and shifted in the chair, slightly uncomfortable.

“May I help you?” She questioned, blue eyes boring into yours, making your head feel slightly numb from the anxiety of being caught staring.

Finally, after hearing her melodic tone drift to your ears (even if it was in annoyance), you cleared your throat and threw her a small, apologetic smile.

“I’m so sorry! I did mean to stare!” You began, holding your hands up in front of your chest in a surrender motion. “I usually sit here to study and was surprised to find someone else. I’m normally the only one who comes to this corner of the library.” You chuckled lightly, rubbing the back of your neck timidly.

“My apologies. I can move if you like?” Larissa questioned, already starting to unfold her long legs from underneath her.

You took a step forward, waving your hands to try to stop her. “No, no! Please! Stay!” Your words were rushed, rising in tone as your eyes widened. “You look so comfortable and I would hate to make you move! I didn’t mean to disturb you, I was just…”

You cut yourself off, minding reeling for a moment for a way to finish that sentence. You couldn’t exactly tell her you had been standing there basically daydreaming about her. How creepy would you come across confessing something like that to a stranger?

Larissa stilled her movements and stared up at you, the space between her eyebrows crinkling as she watched you flounder for words. Truthfully, she found you kind of cute the way you seemed so nervous over her offering to find another place to sit. A tiny, barely there smile lifted the corner of her mouth as she suppressed a chuckle. One shouldn’t laugh at someone who was struggling with something.

“Just what?” She pressed, raising one of her perfect eyebrows in question. Okay, maybe she was teasing a little, but she just couldn’t help herself with how adorable you looked with your mouth agape.

“I uh…I was just really admiring how focused you seemed in your work. I don’t see that a lot here, what with the way everyone’s teenage hormones seem to be raging.” You laughed, giving her a timid smile. It was a confession of sorts, but only a small one. That’s all she was getting out of you for now.

With a hum, the woman nodded her head and sat back in the seat. “I know what you mean. Sometimes I wonder how some of them even pass their classes.” Larissa shook her head, clearly thinking of a few students in particular.

A grin spread across your face, finding hope in the fact that she didn’t seem to find you utterly ridiculous. She was speaking with you, which meant you hadn’t given her some kind of impression that you weren’t entirely dumb. Good, good. You would hate to make someone as beautiful as her find you hard to speak to.

“I can imagine they do so by the skin of their teeth. If even that.” You quipped, a little lopsided smile gracing your features.

Your smile grew when she laughed, head tilted back slightly. The triumph you felt of making her laugh, her eyes gleaming with a knowing look as she looked back at you. And what a laugh it was, sending shivers up your spine and making your laugh appear on its own. That was a sound you knew you’d want to continue hearing.

“I have no doubt you’re right.” She replied as she settled herself back in the chair.

After a moment of readjusting her sitting position, she looked back up at you with a welcoming and gentle look on her face. She waved her hand at the chair opposite of hers as her eyes cut over to it. “If you like, we can study together.” Larissa offered, trying to make herself seem as open as possible.

That was unusual for her. Most of the time, she was guarded around the other students at Nevermore. But there was something about you that called to her. She wasn’t sure what just yet, but something in her brain was telling her to just go for it. Make a friend, other than Morticia.

“I’m Larissa Weems, by the way. And you are?” She looked at you expectantly, head tilted ever so slightly.

Larissa Weems. Larissa “Goddess of the Sapphire Irises” Weems. That’s how you referred to her in your head. Not that she needed to know that. She had such a gorgeous name, fitting for the perfect picture of loveliness sitting before you. You knew the name, having heard others speak of her, but you were new enough that you hadn’t run into her yet. You were thanking whatever gods there were out there that you had finally come across her.

You smiled widely at her and moved timidly to the other chair she had pointed out to you. You knew the damn chair was there, but your brain had short-circuited upon seeing the prettiest woman in the school sitting in the other.

“Y/n.” You responded, curling yourself in the chair similar to how she had done so. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“The feeling is mutual” Larissa replied, giving you a winning smile before redirecting her attention back to her books.

After that first meeting, each time you went back to the library, you looked for her and those gorgeous eyes. And she was there, every single time. Each time you saw her look up at you as you rounded the corner of the bookshelf, looking hopeful that it was you and not someone else, your heart skipped a happy little beat. The fact that she seemed to enjoy your company as much as you did hers was truly shocking. You weren’t going to question it though. You were going to take whatever time this lovely woman was willing to give you and you were going to cherish it greatly.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #those ocean eyes #this one is a bit short but sweet #many more chapters to come

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Kino Heaven [03]

ー The scene starts in the living room of Kino’s manor

Yui: ( Ah...The stars are so pretty. I guess it’s because the sky is clear? )

ー Kino approaches her

Kino: Why are you spacing out while looking out of the window?

Yui: The stars are very pretty tonight.

Kino: Hmー? They don’t look any different from usual, do they?

Yui: That’s not true. Come on, you should get a closer look as well.

Kino: ...Guess you leave me no other choice. If you insist, I’ll join you over there.

ー He joins her by the window

Yui: What do you say? Beautiful, isn’t it?

Kino: Hm...I mean, I guess so?

Yui: Fufu, I’m glad you were able to see such a pretty starry sky. ...Thanks.

Kino: ...Hey, why don’t we get a closer look while we’re at it? Don’t you think they’ll appear even more beautiful that way?

Yui: Closer, you say...?

Kino: I’ll take you somewhere nice.

Yui: Eh...?

( I’m not sure what he means, but I guess I might as well follow along. )

ー The scene shifts to the night sky

Yui: Wow...Amazing!

( I didn’t think we’d climb all the way to the peak of a mountain... )

ー Kino lays down

Kino: When you lie down on your back like this, it’s like a natural planetarium, don’t you think? ...Do you like it?

ー Yui joins him

Yui: Of course! Waahーー! It’s stunning...!

Kino: Fufu. Your eyes are sparkling like the stars...They look very pretty.

Yui: Yours are as well.

Kino: ...Come on, you should look at the sky instead! ...I’ll do the same.

Yui: Yeah, you’re right.

( Fufu, I’m happy to be lying down side by side like thisーー )

Kino: Ah, look! A shooting star!

Yui: You’re right! I have to make a wishーー!

Kino: A wish? What’s that about?

Yui: They say that if you make a wish inside your head when you see a shooting star, it’ll come true.

Kino: Heeh, interesting. I wonder if we’ll get to see another one...?

Yui: Good question. But they’re quite rare, so I don’t think you can trigger it like thaーー

Ah, over there! A shooting star!

Kino: You’re right! Okay, a wish, a wish...!

Yui: ( I’ll try making a wish as well. ...I hope that the two of us can be together foreverーー )

Kino: ...

Yui: ( Kino-kun is still making his wish. I wonder what she’s wishing for? )

Kino: Okay! I repeated it a bunch of times, so I’m positive my wish will be granted!

Yui: What did you wish for?

Kino: Isn’t that obvious? I wished that we can be together forever.

Yui: Ehーー?

Kino: ...I mean, in the past, I had a bunch of other wishes which I’d love to see get fulfilled butーー

Right now, I don’t need anything else. As long as I have you, that’s all I need.

Yui: Kino-kun...

Kino: ...So I guess I have to ask the lady in question too. Say, will you stay with me forever?

Yui: ...Yeah.

Kino: Fufu, thanks. ...Hey, come here.

Yui: Ehーー?

ー He pulls her close

*Thud*

Kino: We’ll be together forever...That’s a promise, okay? Nn.

*Smooch*

Yui: Nn...

( Such a gentle kiss...It kind of puts me at ease. )

Kino: ...What? Is just a kiss not enough to satisfy you, perhaps?

Yui: Eh? That’s notーー

Kino: ...Sorry. If anything, I think I’m the one who won’t be able to hold back. ...Please give me your blood?

Yui: Eh...?

Kino: Please...You don’t mind, do you?

Yui: ( I don’t think there’s anyone around here, so a little should be fine... )

Only a little, okay?

Kino: Thanks. In that case, I’ll have some...Hah, nnh...

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Nn...!

Kino: Nn...Hah...Nnh...Nn...

Yui: ( My body is gradually heating up starting from the spot where he’s sucking from... )

Kino: Nnh...Nn...

Yui: ( I can tell that he’s being very careful not to hurt me... )

( His feelings convey through the bite...Filling me with happiness. )

Kino: ...Say, does it feel good?

Yui: ...You know, I can tell how you feel about me very clearly...

Kino: Eh? But I stlil haven’t said anything yet?

Yui: Eh?

( Not yet, what does he mean? )

Kino: I honestly didn’t think there would ever come a day where I get to speak these words but...Let me say them.

...I love you. More than anyone, or anything else. You are precious to me...even more so than my own life.

So continue to be by my side, okay?

Yui: Kino-kun...

Kino: What’s your response? You won’t leave me in the dark after I said all of that, right?

Yui: I love you too. More than anyone or anything else...

That’s why...I look forward to spending many, many more days together as well. (1)

Kino: ...Thanks.

I’m never letting you go again. You belong only to me ーー Nnhーー...

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) よろしく or ‘yoroshiku’ is such a tricky word to translate in Japanese. At its core meaning, it means ‘nice to meet you’ and can be used as a greeting when meeting someone for the first time. However, you will also hear it in other contexts, such as when colleagues start working together or even when two people get married. In which case it means something like ‘I’ll be in your care’, implying that you wish for a smooth cooperation or marriage.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #kino #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #lekinoheaven3

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Reporter’s Notes - Chapter Fourteen: Geranium

A vashmeryl fic

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Vash walked over to the picnic, doing his best to get himself acclimated to the merriment before him. If there was one thing he learned in his sesquicentennial life, it was that anyone’s existence truly only amounted to present moments. The mortality and loss of all of the humans he loved before him reminded him of that. If these were going to be the last, truly happy hours he had with Meryl, he was going to make sure he made the most of it. For her. He knew she was going to be angry and upset with what he planned to say, and he deserved every bit of it of her disappointment and hurt that she would no doubt direct at him. He owed her whatever happiness he had left and was allowed to give.

She locked eyes with him, waving him over to come sit with her. Her face aplomb in delight that was no doubt caused by the geodome. Vash made a note to burn that image of her into his memory. He thought how happy it would make Rem to see a human that lived and existed because of her sacrifice, appreciate this little bit of Project SEEDS that thrived and grew. It wasn’t lost on Vash how much Meryl was the embodiment of Rem’s legacy, her hopes and dreams for humanity.

He sat down next to her, nudging his shoulder against hers as they both listened to Brad go over some of the latest developments with the trees. Meryl beamed up at Vash, eyes sparkling in excitement over those details and he smiled softly back to her.

“…Over time, and taking care not to overload any of the geoplants, we can slowly introduce newer species of flora into the dome,” Brad explained as he sat stretched out, one arm propping his body up as he gestured around himself, “But the good news being that, the more flora we have, the less we have to rely on those plants.”

Meryl nodded and eagerly asked, “There are more flora than what’s in this room?!” Her eyes got bigger and Vash chuckled, knowing that the next bit of information Brad shared would send her in a frenzy.

“Well… yeah. There’s thousands of species. What you see here in this geodome is a subset of flora that can survive in a more temperate climate. There are different flora that can live in hotter or colder environments than this. Hell, there are even species that live underwater.” He smiled at her, before giving a look to Vash to convey how much he enjoyed that he befriended someone that not only acknowledged their hard work, but also appreciated it. Vash smiled back, reminding himself to tell Brad how much she admired his prosthesis work too.

Meryl wiggled in delight next to Vash, making his smile widen. “Seriously? I’d love to see that.” She sighed, trying to imagine underwater flora and how different it would look to the living things around her.

Brad cocked his head, frowning slightly, “I don’t know if we’ll get that far in your lifetime, but I can show you some pictures in our species catalog later.”

Vash’s chest tightened, realizing he might live to see it, while Meryl would be long gone. It wasn’t fair. She deserved it far more than he did… He quickly snapped himself from the thought, he needed to be happy and positive for her right now. He would have all the time in the world to wallow later.

Meryl nodded to Brad, completely unaware of the internal battle Vash qualmed in a micro moment while seated next to her, “I’d like that very much!” Her gaze shifted over Brad’s shoulder, waving, “Roberto! Brad’s going to show us underwater flora!”

“Underwater what, now?” Her mentor asked as he came over to the group and grunted as he plopped himself down next to Brad.

“Underwater flora!” Meryl answered, her brows coming together at Roberto’s lack of interest.

“Ehh… it’s all the same to me, newbie.” He said, crossing his legs and pulling out his flask.”

She frowned at him, then noticed Wolfwood and Luida coming up behind Roberto, containers in tow.

“Is that lunch?” She asked, standing up to go over and help unload. Vash watched, a slight pang going through him at the loss of her body heat next to him. ‘How many little touches were left? No… stop. Just enjoy what you have now and remember all you had before, you’re being selfish and greedy.’ He didn’t realize how hard this was going to be…

“Yeah, shortie,” Wolfwood answered, standing over her and Luida as they unpacked and served everyone, “You all came running in here and left me and grandma here to haul everything.”

Luida gave him an unamused look as Brad laughed alongside her, “If you should be calling anyone old here, it’s this big baby pouting right in front of me.” He cast a hand at Vash who looked caught off guard. He had let his emotions physically manifest on his face and it wasn’t missed by Roberto and Wolfwood. Roberto gave him a quick, knowing look, but Wolfwood looked confused. As if he was trying to figure out why his needle-noggined charge had any reason to look like that in a place like this. Wolfwood’ s eyes followed the track of Vash’s teal orbs to Meryl, who was still passing around food. ‘What had changed between them for him to look like that?’

Wolfwood needed a cigarette, but instead reached into his pocket for one his lollipops before pupping in his mouth. He grabbed another one, noticing the older reporter’s tense shoulder in front of him as he faced Vash. He squatted down as he said, “Here gramps, since we can’t smoke in the damned spaceship.”

Roberto took it and placed it in his mouth, crunching it down rather than let it dissolve on his tongue over time. Wolfwood shook his head, sitting next to him.

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They ate lunch, their conversations casual and light. Meryl was by Vash’s side again as they ate. He sat there, eating and relishing in her company, doing his best to ingrain the sound of her laughter and voice as she interacted with everyone.

When they finished eating and their dishes were put away, she grabbed Vash’s hand. Meryl stood, giving it a little tug as she said, “Come on, Luida said you could tell me about those flowers over there.” She pointed to the violet blue geraniums a ways off.

Vash smiled, still holding her hand. As he stood, he caught Roberto’s glance and gave him a small nod. He would make good on his word to her mentor. It looked like now was the time to do so.

Meryl led Vash to the patch of flowers, kneeling down to admire them. He crouched alongside her, but was admiring her instead. Meryl spoke, “Luida told me you had requested these when you were young,” her hand reached out to touch one lightly with her forefinger, “Why?”

Vash watched her small hands on the delicate flower and something locked in place in his head, a puzzle piece of sorts. He answered, “My mother, Rem, used to plant this type of flower. They’re called geraniums.”

Meryl turned to him, her eyes imploring, “You never told me her name before.”

Vash shrugged, “It can be hard to talk about her, even after all these years.”

Meryl nodded, understanding, “Was violet her favorite color?”

Vash held his breath looking at Meryl’s hair and eyes as he said, “No, it was red. Geraniums come in a variety of colors, but the geoplant generated this shade.To be honest, I was a little disappointed when they bloomed into their violet blue. But now…” His right hand reached out, plucking a geranium, “I really like their color.” He lightly placed the geranium that matched her hair and eyes by her ear, smiling.

“V-Vash!” Meryl was blushing and alarmed at the gesture. He just took that little flower! And the gesture! That was so bold of him to do out in public!

“Ahem…” Came a soft voice. Meryl whipped around, Luida was standing behind them.

Vash also blushed, a little ashamed at being caught in the act of taking one of Luida’s precious specimens. “S-sorry Luida!” His palms up in front of his chest.

She just looked at him slightly annoyed with her hands on her hands on her hips. Luida sighed, “Brad is looking for you. He said he still has some work to do on your arm and to head back to your room while he gathers his tools.”

Vash stood and nodded to Luida before turning to Meryl, “See you in a bit?”

She nodded back, cheeks still rosy as Luida said, “Meryl, would you like me to show you how we take care of the flora?”

“Y-yes!” She answered, watching Vash walk away and leave the geodome.

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Vash walked on the gravel path of the geodome, heading for the exit. He was a coward. He had the opportunity to talk to Meryl about what Roberto was absolutely correct in requesting and he crumbled. He was just delaying the inevitable. He scuffed his boots angrily into the gravel as he walked, stones skittering.

“Whoa now, blondie. Don’t take it out on the rocks.” Wolfwood said as he joined him on the path.

Vash’s head snapped to him, “What do you want?”

“Geez… snippy today, aren’t we? And after we had that beautiful picnic? Did shortie not put out or something?” His tone was light and jeering, but no real malice lay there. He wanted to disarm Vash, get him out of whatever funk he was in. It was just a little joke.

Vash’s hand came out quick and hard, fisting Wolfwood’s blazer and shirt as he said, “Don’t talk about her like that.” His voice low and slow, eyes piercing, but sad.

The look on Vash’s face told Wolfwood what he needed to know, along with his reaction. Growing up in an orphanage, he would pick up when someone was truly pissed, upset, or downright broken. Vash was the latter and there was clearly something going on between him and the little reporter. “Hey, easy. I was just teasing. No need to get so wound up. I know she’s too sweet for anything like that.”

Something flickered in Vash’s eyes before he let go and walked on.

Wolfwood came into step with him as he asked, “It is shortie though, yeah? I saw the way gramps has been around you since we got here. I also didn’t forget how you tried to brush me off on the steamer about them, specifically her, not having anything special.”

Vash looked at him, brows furrowed.

Wolfwood shrugged, “Answer enough.” He put his hands in his pockets as he said, “I’m guessing gramps told you to back off, yeah?”

Vash stared ahead as he walked, “Not in those words, but yes.”

Wolfwood blinked, a little shocked at what Vash admitted by answering his question. They passed Roberto dozing under a tree. The Undertaker asked, “So you’re gonna do the right thing and let her go, yeah?”

Vash only nodded and hummed. His throat was tight at the thought and he didn’t trust himself to use any words.

“Got it,” Wolfwood said, “You know… right before Livio…” he paused, not wanting to say ‘killed himself’, “I had resigned myself to being the one to end him. That is, until you convinced me with your bullshit to try and save him.”

Vash kept walking, the crunch of the gravel under their feet the only sound as Wolfwood continued, “You and Meryl though, would both try to save each other… and I can’t think of a scenario where that ends with her still alive.”

Vash stopped breathing, hearing Wolfwood say that with formed words caused a wave of guilt and sorrow to immobilize him. Wolfwood was right. It had happened to Vash before, with Rem.

“If I had been smarter, and acted earlier… Livio wouldn’t be dead. He was my brother and I failed to try and save him until it was too late,” he sighed, continuing, “You have a golden opportunity here… you can save her now by letting her go.”

Vash blinked, a tear escaping his eye from moisture he didn’t know was welling.

“Aww shit… you really are a big baby, needle nog-“

“I’ll do it,” Vash interrrupted, “I’ll let her go.” He steeled himself, he couldn’t cry. It was his own fault to begin with. He didn’t deserve any tears. He walked on, exiting the geodome with Wolfwood.

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Brad finished working on Vash’s arm in his room. Wolfwood was a standing, a silent sentinel during that time. He wanted to keep an eye on Vash after their heavy discussion about Meryl and there was something else that needed to be discussed… Knives.

Wolfwood wasn’t surprised to hear that he wanted to save his brother and everyone. Vash was greedy that way. Not wanting anyone to die. Wolfwood had been in the Eye of Michael long enough to know that trying to convince and save Knives was a tall order. He let Vash know as much. Brad’s words were on par with what Wolfwood had seen from Vash in their time together. He could be so easy to read but still didn’t make it any easier to believe that someone as long-lived as he was could be so naive.

That sat in brief silence when that conversation dissolved before Luida came through the door, limping.

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Panic and fear seized Vash as he looked around the geodome before Luida directed them to the projected images on the dome. There she was, being taken away by Zazie. He knew where they were taking her, his brother clearly getting impatient with his slow arrival to July.

Vash turned and briskly walked back to the exit, passing the geraniums he and Meryl had looked at earlier when his eyes spotted the one he picked for her on ground, its violet a stark contrast to the green of the grass. He scooped it up quickly as he walked, Wolfwood hot on his heels, as he opened the inner breast pocket of his coat to pull out her notes he took from her journal. He kept up his fast pace, opening the piece of paper, to place the geranium inside. He folded and pressed it flat before putting them both back in his breast pocket.

Brad was waiting for them as Vash and Wolfwood came to the exit, “We have the rover ready and the thomas trailer loaded.”

Vash nodded, face set in determination.

“We can get you most of the way there quickly, but that depends on the rover’s battery capacity. After that you two will need to ride the thomases the rest of the way into July.”

“Wha-?” Wolfwood started, but Vash interrupted.

“You paid attention during Meryl’s riding lesson, right?” He asked, teal eyes meeting his brown as they jogged.

“Yeah… but-“ Wolfwood’s face furrowed.

“Good. Then just remember to follow with your hips and hang on,” He gaze pierced into Wolfwood.

The Undertaker nodded, saying, “Got it.” He’d make it work.

Brad drove with urgency, but the ride in the rover felt too slow for Vash. Each passing minute was torture. It was too much time. Time not knowing what was happening to Meryl and Roberto. He needed to get on the thomas, simply for something to do but sit there in the rover. His mind was taking him to dark places that would do neither reporter any good. He spent the entire rover ride internally battling with himself to keep it together. He needed to focus.

The battery gave out on the rover and it slowed, Vash jumping out before it stopped to unload the trailer. Brad and his family had the thomases tacked up before loading them. Vash pulled a thomas out, bringing it to Wolfwood and helped him mount. He handed Wolfwood the reins to his one available hand, the other holding the Punisher as he said, “Remember, fluid hips.” He gave Wolfwood’s thomas a smack on its haunches, sending it into a two beat gallop.

“Goddammit blondie!” Wolfwood yelled.

Vash took out his thomas, trotting alongside it while mounting in motion, his legs squeezing it into a gallop as he pulled out his headphones and tuned his radio to the July station, hoping to learn any information he could that would help them save Meryl and Roberto.

He easily caught up and passed Wolfwood, gritting his teeth as he saw the lights of July on the horizon. He waited too long and it was all his fault. He missed his golden opportunity and now they were in danger. He had to save them. It was all his fault…

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I know I said there would be one fluffy chapter left, but… at least there was one small moment before we get into the tragedy that is Trigun?

That little moment was inspired by @redundantz ‘s art

Guys, we’re on the angst train now…

#vashmeryl #vashmeryl fic #vash x Meryl #trigun stampede

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crowzwrites · 3 months

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Midnight Love

Spock/McCoy AOS

ao3

content warnings: none

Spock let himself smile at Nyota. She returned his affection by placing her hand on his cheek. He could feel her sadness but also her relief that things hadn’t ended badly and instead they had a chance to talk about it, she knew of his feelings for another before he even realised it himself. They had shared a deep and profound bond that likely wouldn’t fade. Never touching but touched, it would turn into a bond of friendship similar to the one he shared with the Captain. Nyota kissed him on the cheek and gave him a knowing look. In front of them, McCoy glanced at him and he was slightly flushed. He quickly looked away and headed towards the window to gaze at the enterprise,

The three of them watched in awe as the construction of the new Enterprise was on its way. They shared a brief conversation and parted their separate ways. He thought about Ambassador Spock again, quite peculiar to meet a version of yourself from a completely different timeline - it made him wonder what it was like in that universe. If he had been in a relationship with McCoy or someone else, when he last spoke to the Ambassador, it had sounded like he and McCoy were in a relationship, though he couldn’t be certain. He decided not to dwell on it too much as even if it was true that didn’t mean it was his destiny to be with him, his feelings for McCoy were stronger ever since he had saved his life at the risk of his own.

The walk to his temporary room went by fast, his thoughts consuming him. Seeing McCoy blushing when he caught him staring at Nyota and himself, if he were to read the signals correctly, then the doctor appeared to be jealous. When they were aboard the USS Franklin and McCoy pointed out that the necklace being used to find Nyota sounded like Spock had put a tracking device on her, it almost sounded like he desired Spock's affection enough to warrant a gift of that kind despite its crude use. Perhaps he could be misinterpreting these moments, but other evidence proved that McCoy did worry about him and valued their tentative friendship even if they argued.

Spock went over to his replicator and summoned herbal tea. After a moment of contemplation, he decided that he would make a necklace for Doctor McCoy in hopes of conveying his deep fondness for the man. It would not be exactly the same as Nyota’s as he wished to make it by hand so that he could weave his love into it, however illogical it may be.

Instead, using an Aitlunaya stone, which roughly translated to ‘stone of desire and longing’, crimson red in colour and native to Vulcan. Often, partners would share pieces of jewellery to demonstrate their commitment and love to one another. It can show familial or romantic love. Sarek had made a ring for Amanda. It had a turquoise gem on it and sparkled in the light. After her death, it had fallen into his possession as his father couldn’t bear to look at it. Spock hoped that McCoy would like the necklace that he made for him.

After hours of precise work, he finished the necklace, and he took a moment to observe his work. He used a gold chain, and upside down diamond en-composed the stone. He also put a small heart above it, then carefully put it in a navy box. Glanced at the clock, it was late into the night. But he couldn’t delay this any longer, so he decided to head over to McCoys. It's now or never he supposed as he rang the bell to the man's cabin.

Spock could hear a few mumbled curses and shuffling, and finally McCoy opened the door. He looked tired, and Spock instantly regretted disturbing the man. He wore boxer briefs and sweatpants, his chest on full display. Spock had never seen him in this state of undress. He noticed faint horizontal scars on his chest, but he was pulled out of his observing when the doctor finally spoke.

"What'd ya need?" Leonard murmured. He rubbed his eyes wearily

"I apologise for the intrusion. Perhaps this can wait until tomorrow,"

"Eh well yer' here now so might as well come in." He stepped aside, Spock entered

An odd feeling started to make itself known in his abdominal region. It wasn't something he felt on a regular basis. Anxiety. Even if it was illogical, Spock had not planned for this encounter, and so he did not know where to start. He stood in place for a moment whilst McCoy went to retrieve a shirt to put on.

"So, did you and Nyota make up then? Or did you break up? Should I go get some strong tastin' alcohol?" McCoy flopped down on his armchair that faced a large window, Spock sat down on a couch to the side

"We have not entered a romantic relationship once again but parted on mutual agreement and still remain friends, so there is no need for alcohol consumption as that would not allow me to become inhibited anyway."

"So why'd you come 'ere at god knows what time it is huh?" McCoy drawled and gave him a look.

"I want to give you something, but perhaps it could have waited."

The doctor looked at him as if he was talking gibberish or if he was 'delirious' again. Spock prepared himself for rejection, even if it was illogical to be anxious about something he had thought about a lot. Perhaps this wasn't a good idea. He let out a breath and retrieved the small blue box from his trouser pocket, then gave it to McCoy, who looked even more shocked. Even in the darkness, he could see the doctor's hazel-grey eyes metaphorically shine. He opened it and gazed at the crimson red stone.

"The Hells this?" He frowned, Spock raised an eyebrow

"It is a necklace…" He looks away. "A Vulcan Mineral, it signifies desire and longing for another. Leonard, I have found myself wanting you… Romantically."

McCoys eyes widened, and for a moment, he just stared at him.

"Is this some sort of joke?" McCoy huffed, but when Spock just tilted his head, it dawned on him.

"You're serious… Fuck, am I dreaming right now?"

"I can assure you this is real, have I overstepped? I did not mean to make you uncomfortable."

Spock looked at McCoy who seemed to be torn as he was biting at his lip anxiously and threaded a hand through his hair. Hopefully that meant he had read the signs right, being rejected again would no doubt affect him. Weeks of continuous mediation may lessen that burden but he loves McCoy deeply and that alone has decreased his work efficiency by 0.699 percent even if he had only just realised his affection for the man.

"Well I'll be damned… you're serious?"

"Quite." He raised an eyebrow

"Spock, when you first came aboard this ship I was smitten with you. Never thought you'd feel the same way, Sugar."

Spock's ears flushed at the pet name, his heart beating fast. It was illogical yet he couldn't suppress it. Leonard smiled at him and handed him the necklace to put on him, he obliged, briefly their skin touched and he could feel the man's anxiety and a hint of buried affection that was making its way to the surface like a whale that needed oxygen. The human exhaled when he broke contact, for a moment he admired the necklace on McCoy. It suits him well. Then McCoy leaned in close, Spock looked into his coffee brown eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" McCoy muttered.

Instead of verbally replying he leant in further and gently kissed the doctor. Vaguely he sensed the humans affection and happiness hint of something more. When they deepened their connection, Spock could feel a slither of doubt and fear in his mind which made him concerned so he broke the kiss. His hand had made its way to Leonards face and his fingers dusted over his meld points. That alone almost made him start kissing him again but he pulled away.

"Somethin' wrong?" McCoy put a reassuring hand on his thigh and Spock reciprocated by putting a hand atop his.

"When we kissed, I sensed uncertainty from you."

"Yeah… Guess I haven't had the best luck with love, I don't wanna disappoint you Spock.."

Idly McCoy fiddled with the necklace. He seemed to be battling with something inside of him, Spock started to put the pieces together. McCoy has been married before, perhaps he felt that Spock deserves better. A common problem humans think themselves unworthy of love because of a past mistake or insecurity that may be plaguing them. He shuffles closer to him and squeezes his hand.

"You won't disappoint me, Leonard"

"I have to tell ya something" Spock inclined his head and gave him a small smile. "Look, Spock. I'm transgender… which means I was born female but transitioned to male 'cuz somethin' didn't feel right, I get if it's a turn off for you." he huffs.

The confession tugs at Spocks heartstrings, it's clear McCoy feels deeply about this issue and that perhaps people have rejected him in the past because of this.

"I understand, however it does not change my feelings for you Leonard. I still cherish you all the same."

"Since when did you become such a romantic?" McCoy smiled, evidently a weight has been lifted from his shoulders.

"I suppose when I realised I had feelings for you. Now perhaps I had better leave you to rest."

Spock stood up but McCoy grabbed his hand, making him blush at the scandalous gesture even if it's not meant to be.

"Stay?"

And so he did, Spock appreciated the necklace around Leonards throat, the bold red stood out in contrast in a way that looked magnificent. Perhaps he should get a green necklace to match the colour of his heart however illogical it may be. Leonard wordlessly led Spock to his bedroom and sat down, patting the spot next to him so he obliged and laid down. They were facing each other, he drank in the sight of Leonard so close to him that he could count the freckles on his face.

“Thank you, Spock.”

“Of course, Ashya.”

“Night, Ashalik.” Leonard whispered into his chest.

Spock looked down at the man in surprise, Leonard saying a vulcan word made him feel something but it felt natural, he'd have to ask if he knew any more vulcan or merely learn the pretty words and perhaps some vulgar ones too. Leonard was always full of surprises and Spock's finally glad to have him.

#star trek #spones #star trek aos #bones mccoy #spock #alternate original series #spock x mccoy #fic #writing #fanfic

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luverofralts · 1 year

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Arkhelios Adventures

"It's really not so bad here when you get used to things."

Adam stared into the night sky, watching enthusiastically as a shooting star streaked across. He and Theo had spent the rest of the afternoon at Murder Park, just hanging out on the swings, talking about everything from school to magic to how much trouble Theo was going to be in for not making it home in time for dinner. A small fire blazed at their feet, started by magic and guaranteed not to leave its assigned area.

"It's nice to visit," Theo replied, fidgeting with his hands. "It’s too small here though. Everyone knows about everything and there's not exactly a large pool of people to date. Not like in Pleasantview."

They had sat here and talked for hours about everything except the one topic Theo was dying to talk about. How hard could it be just to expose his feelings after trying to ignore them for so long?

"Are you hoping to find someone to date?"

Theo's heart froze in his chest, his lungs suddenly forgetting how to breathe.

"Y-yes. I am. I'm definitely looking for someone in Pleasantview," Theo stammered, suddenly unable to admit to his feelings now that the opportunity was there. "A witch I think…or a warlock."

It took everything in Theo to meet Adam's gaze. He wanted so badly to disappear every second that Adam stayed silent that he was starting to worry about accidentally teleporting himself away from the conversation. That didn't happen often outside of kindergarten classes though, and it would only be more embarrassing if Theo had to explain why he'd been so nervous to begin with.

"I don't know, I don't think I'd want to date a warlock," Adam replied, his face flushing furiously. "I think that I'd rather date a demon. Definitely someone with a dark form. Big horns. All of that. Wouldn't you want another demon? You're descended from a Great Demon after all. Lots of demons would be happy to date you, I'm sure."

"My aunt can date all the demons she wants on my behalf," Theo said dismissively. "I'm looking for a magic user. Probably a Maricourt. If I'm strong enough for demons to want me, then I'm sure i can get one of the Maricourts to date me. They like powerful people."

"Remy's single, or at least I think she is," Adam replied quietly. "She sneaks out a lot too, but I have no idea of who she's meeting. You could ask her out."

How is he not getting this? Am I bad at this or do I need to write it in the sky for him to understand?

"Remy's not my type," Theo insisted, trying to convey his feeling with exaggerated facial expressions, but they only made Adam's stare even more difficult to read. "Look, I thought I could do this here. My dad proposed here and I was hoping some of that history would make this easier but it's not. My parents are probably going to try summoning me home any time now, so we should leave. Come back with me though. You can stay for dinner and we can talk. Talk some more that is. In private. Who knows who's listening out here?"

Adam's eyes widened at the word private, his face continuing to flush. Theo grabbed Adam's hand impulsively and recited the words for a quick, easy two person teleport spell. Just before the two boys disappeared in a shower of sparkles, Adam opened his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut, daring himself to follow though with the right words this time.

"Theo, I think I'm in love with you!"

#sims 2 #arkhelios #arkhelios adventures #theo bellamy #sim: theo bellamy #adam darktide #sim: Adam Darktide #sims 2 pictures

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coreakin-sakarat · 7 months

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Kaeya x female reader how he kisses you

This fantastic is written by my friend Jess

Note : idk if she's telling the truth but ama believe her forgiveness now

As night falls over Mondstadt, you find yourself strolling through the city's streets, enjoying the cool breeze that carries the scent of the nearby ocean. The familiar sound of footsteps catches your attention, and you turn to see Kaeya Alberich, the dashing Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius, approaching you with a mischievous smile.

"Ah, there you are," Kaeya says, his voice smooth and full of charm. "I've been looking all over for you."

You raise an eyebrow, curious about what he might want. "What can I do for you, Kaeya?"

He steps closer, his icy blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "I couldn't resist the opportunity to steal a moment alone with you. There's something I've been wanting to do."

You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks, and your heart quickens at the hint of his intentions. "And what might that be?"

Kaeya's smile widens, and he reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "I want to show you just how captivating you are."

Leaning in, Kaeya closes the remaining distance between you, his lips hovering just above yours. His breath dances against your skin, warm and inviting. Time seems to stand still as anticipation builds, and you can feel the intensity of his gaze locked with yours.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, Kaeya's lips meet yours in a tender yet passionate kiss. His touch is gentle yet firm, and you can feel the warmth of his affection spreading through every fiber of your being. The world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you locked in an intimate embrace.

As the kiss deepens, Kaeya's arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him. The sensation is electrifying, and you can't help but melt into his embrace, savoring every moment of this stolen connection.

Eventually, the need for air becomes undeniable, and you both reluctantly break the kiss, breathless and flushed. Kaeya's eyes meet yours once again, a mixture of tenderness and mischief shining within them.

"I hope that was enough to convey just how enchanting you are to me," Kaeya whispers, his voice filled with genuine affection.

You can't help but smile, feeling a warmth spread throughout your entire being. "It was more than enough, Kaeya. Thank you."

With a playful grin and a twinkle in his eyes, Kaeya takes your hand and begins to walk again, continuing your evening stroll through the moonlit streets of Mondstadt. And as you walk together, you can't help but feel a newfound sense of closeness and excitement for the adventures that lie ahead.

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tokiro07 · 11 months

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Cipher Academy ch.33 thoughts

[The Anonymity Chapter]

ANONYMITY!!! COLOR PAGE!!!!!

Red hair, blue-green eyes, she looks like if I were an anime girl, like Chie from Persona 4. But whereas I came to like Chie before playing Persona because of her design, obviously I've loved Anonymity because of her charmingly offputting personality from the moment she first opened her obnoxious little mouth, so her gaining a color scheme that resonates with me is just a fun little bonus

One small consequence of everyone wearing a standardized uniform, though, is that it's a bit more difficult to convey any given character's signature color, with the hair probably being the best way to do it. As much as I'd like to declare Anonymity one of my Green Girls, can I really give her that label in all good conscience if every other person around her is wearing that color as well and none of them technically by choice?

I also have difficulty labeling her as a Red Girl either since the red of her hair is a more realistic shade more reminiscent of orange or brown, and though Personal Package is depicted here with a red X, it's usually a more standard censor bar which I presume to be black, so I can't go off of that just yet either. It's a little bit of a conundrum

Anonymity continues to prove why she's best girl by not only absolutely bodying multiple opponents simultaneously and layering multiple plans and plots in doing so, but just looking so stylish while doing it too. Her signature 👌 hand sign has very quickly become an endearing part of her character, and committing to using it while snatching all of her opponent's tails was a great way to telegraph who she was before removing her mask

I'll admit, I was really worried when Anonymity first took off Personal Package to reveal her true face. When Hagakure's face was revealed in My Hero Academia, I was a little disappointed that she looked pretty...normal. Like "of course she looks like that." She was cute, but nothing out of the ordinary for Horikoshi's art style. Face reveals are pretty much a guaranteed letdown, so there was a part of me that was hoping that Anonymity's face would never be revealed

However, there are two factors that differentiate Anonymity from a character like Hagakure. First, because her face was revealed at the end of the first arc, there wasn't nearly as much buildup or time to establish expectations, so for better or worse, there wasn't as much impact from the reveal itself, thus making it easier to accept

Secondly, gap moe. Did ANYONE expect Anonymity to be sparkling when she took off the mask? I figured she'd just look surprisingly plain or that her eyes would be sharp to match the even tone she'd had the chapters leading up to the reveal, but no, everything about her was concealed. Her eyes, her mouth, her tone, even her hair was obscured, so the person behind the mask was essentially someone entirely different than the impression we'd been given

This though led to a new worry: would I like this sparkly girl anywhere near as much as the faceless girl? I fell in love with the deadpan, aloof and snarky Anonymity, how could this magical girl-looking version of her live up?

Simply by proving that she's every bit as annoying and self-important as ever, that's how! While her mannerisms are more expressive now, the things she says and the way she antagonizes others remain the same, so at her core, it's very clear that this is the same person, just one that's unrestrained by the need to hide her appearance

The best thing about her now is the dichotomy, the ability to switch between the blank face of stone and the glittering face of crystal, all the while singing the same horrible words and dancing the same horrible dance

As for the puzzles, I sadly didn't get a chance to try to solve them because I was at work and needed to read quickly. I know I wouldn't have been able to solve the music puzzle, and I might have been able to solve the sundial puzzle, but there's absolutely no way I wouldn't have been able to solve the math puzzle if I'd had the time to tackle it. I may not be the best at math, but I know Jump and I guarantee I'd have recognized those numbers if I'd actually looked at them. I know it's petty to hem and haw about how I could have performed, but god dammit I'm mad that I missed the opportunity to apply my specialty!

To conclude, my predictions from last week were pretty immediately off-base, with Anonymity using her connections with Class F not to fight them directly, but to ambush Class B. She's clearly planning to use them to get to Class F, so I may turn out to be partially correct, but that shifts the dynamic away from my expectations. Instead of fighting Class B, Nohime is getting ganged up on by Class D, which will undoubtedly give us good insight on Nohime, but again, I thought we'd see her on the offensive, not the defensive

Of course, I did preface that statement with acknowledgment that I'd likely be wrong, so if there's one thing I can always count on myself to be right about, it's that I'm pretty much always wrong!

#cipher academy #fouryearsandananime #4y1a reviews

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pencilperceptions · 2 years

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‘Amora’ translates to ‘Love’ or precisely an insightful beauty, is the title of the latest artwork created by the eminent artist Sadashiv Sawant of Pencil Perceptions. The subject is a statuesque lady’s delineation, which exhibits a mild-mannered mien and a sophisticated personality.

Apart from this, what draws a viewer’s attention is her attire – enveloped in a chintz robe and a hemp turban, distinguishing a wooden rosary ensembled into it. Her right-hand holding a pomegranate and her left hand are below the chin, her poise is reflected and captured by Sadashiv Sawant in a very subtle way.

Hailing from a non-fine art background, Sadashiv Sawant has emerged as a master artist in graphite and charcoal and trained thousands of students under his aegis. With a degree in Mechanical Engineering, he holds paramount significance to ‘visualization’ skills. His latest artwork confides the same. The different textures of human skin, fruit, apparel, and accessories, along with the background, blend in a very elusive manner, portraying the highlighting elements while also maintaining the overall ambiance of the sketch.

In each of his artworks, Sadashiv Sawant ensures to capture a rhythmic, tonal play, observing how the old masters render and create life on paper. The discipline is evident in the texturing that brings out the intricate details and layering of the sketch. What adds to it is the technique that isn’t hungry to run behind trends but patiently evolves with every artwork that Sadashiv Sawant creates. While every otherrealistic pencil drawingartist craves to draw even the minute details, Sadashiv Sawant stands out by bringing the vitality of his subjects with the play of light and shadow. The tonal balance paired with perspective and rendering techniques ensues a panache style of art.

Even though Sadashiv Sawant’s niche is photorealism, you won’t ever find him replicating the photograph with all its details. He selects his core elements, managing to bring the right amount of focus every time and eliminating all the unnecessary disturbing add-ons in the reference image. This quality conveys his understanding not just as an artist but also his photography knowledge. In all his works, Sadashiv Sawant displays a soft light that enhances the demeanour of the portrait. This choice has also leveraged him to create his mark as his artworks are easily identifiable even in a pile of photorealistic paintings.

Amora is a breakthrough in Sadashiv Sawant’s journey. Without any tawdry or ostentatious setup, he has managed to portray elegance and grace on paper. He always does. His choice of subjects is always happy faces that are relaxed or enjoying their leisure time with a sparkle that connects with the viewer always. The topics don’t necessarily need to have curved lips to indicate a smile, but the eyes grasp you in a way that one can see through the portrait’s soul. Look at Amora, and you’ll believe Sadashiv Sawant has an approach that is different in every way.

The model for Amora is Anastasija, shot by the European photographer Mr. Dmitri. As Sadashiv Sawant chanced upon this photo and found it enthralling enough to pick his pencils, he bought a signed release from him and set his heart to work. With support from his wife and the team of Pencil Perceptions, he gave this artwork all he had to bring out the results we witnessed.

He quotes, “Amora took a great deal of time but never once was this entire process tiring. I loved every bit of it. Observing multiple times to bring out the minutest detail, Amora is s a joyful experience to be felt. I am not a big fan of intricate detailing, but this time I did everything that complemented the beauty of her face, eyes & the delicacy of her hand (a beautiful variation on the knuckles). I hope you enjoy this portraiture.”

I’m a big fan of Sadashiv Sawant, and watching Amora come to life was indeed an insightful expression of beauty and love. With the benchmark already set so high, I can’t wait to see the next artwork that unfolds on his papers soon.

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violettelueur · 3 years

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FUSHIGURO MEGUMI || WHAT KIND OF WOMAN IS YOUR TYPE

| featuring : fushiguro megumi ft. kugisaki nobara + todo aoi + zenin mai from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors, she/her pronouns and spoilers from anime (if you haven’t watched ep 8)

| form : imagine

| word count : 2179

| published : 03 january

| synopsis : taking a short break from their training for the kyoto sister-school goodwill event, fushiguro and kugisaki are sent for fetch some drinks for everyone. however, it seemed like they were suddenly ambushed by a few students from kyoto tech leading for a question to be asked to fushiguro ‘what kind of woman is your type?’

| barista’s notes : well well well i think of a lot of fushiguro imagines don’t i? ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ but yeah this imagine idea has been in my mind for quite some time but i didn’t know when i could right it since it was during school when i first thought of it but here it is! right now, i am watching akudama drive and i am really enjoying it right now! other than that, i hope that you all enjoy this ‘on the house’ cup of classic black coffee and please come again soon!

“What kind of woman is your type?”

Perplexed, Fushiguro as well as Kugisaki, shifted their heads to the side trying to convey their confusion to the two students that were right in front of them.

From the beginning, since this absurd question was asked, the two first-year sorcerers were buying drinks for themselves and the second years as an errand due to them taking a short break from training since all of them were preparing for the annual Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event that was coming up in a few weeks.

However, unexpectedly it seemed like two of the Jujutsu Tech students from the Kyoto side decided to come to pay an uninformed visit to the Tokyo side to see what they were up against for this year since the usual third-years - who would have participated - were suspended for the time being as well as the main competition: Okkotsu Yuta being aboard right now for educational reasons.

“Depending on your answer, I’ll beat you half to death right here and drag Okkotsu, or at least the third-years, out to the exchange event,” the large Kyoto student threatened to Fushiguro as he then suddenly violently ripped his purple shirt, showcasing his large muscular body before positioning himself in his usual fighting stance as he then suddenly announced, “by the way, my type is a tall woman with a big ass!”.

“Why do I have to talk about my taste in women with a guy I just met?” Fushiguro annoyingly asked as he began to express an irritated expression on his face with the situation that was in hand.

“He’s right. That’s a tall hurdle for an antisocial guy,” Kugisaki unintentionally comedically commented as she pointed at her stoic classmate, leading Fushiguro to express a more vexed expression as he then stated, “you be quiet. This is confusing enough already. You’ll just make it more complicated,”.

“Kyoto, third-year, Todo Aoi,” the male sorcerer introduced himself. “Introduction over,” Todo then announced as he then continued by saying, “now we’re friends. Hurry up and answer, if you prefer men, that’s fine too,”.

“A person’s fetishes reflect everything about them,” Todo explained as he described the reasons why he was asking his question in the first place. “People with boring taste in women are boring people themselves,” Todo passionately expressed as if he was presenting a school project that he was extremely proud of as he then exclaimed, “I hate boring men.”

“The exchange event is where my soul can be free as blood boils and flesh clashes, who knows what I might do if my last exchange event ends up boring me?” Todo rhetorically questions himself as he stays in his fighting posture as if he was ready to pounce at any second with a confident smile on his face.

“Hey, aren’t the Jujutsu Tech schools four-year schools?” Kugisaki asked in a questionable tone since she was perplexed at the fact why Todo mentioned that it was his last exchange event when he was a third-year student.

“Only third-years and under can join the exchange event,” Fushiguro quickly answered Kugisaki’s question as she then let out an understandable ‘Hmm’ to inform her classmate that she acknowledged what he had just told her.

“As a show of kindness, I’ll let you off only half-dead right now,” Todo once again threatened before repeating the question that started this whole situation, “answer me, Fushiguro. What kind of woman is your type?”

“Is this some kind of comedy routine?” the shikigami user angrily asked, as he increasingly got annoyed at what was happening and was confused on why he was picked.

However, it seemed as if Kugisaki was more observant of the other student besides Todo as she started the other sorcerer’s uniform - who she quickly learned was named Zenin Mai and that she was also Zenin Maki’s twin sister. “Is that your summer uniform?” Kugisaki asked in a light tone, as she admired the outfit before continuing with “ticks me off, but it’s nice”.

Looking to the side, Fushiguro looked at his classmate as he began to analyse the situation that was currently going on. From what he could gather, Kugisaki was unarmed and didn’t have her usual hammer with her like she normally did meaning he was wanting to avoid any confrontation that could happen at this moment in time.

‘Not forgiving people isn’t a bad thing. That’s just part of your kindness, isn’t it?’

Well, that’s what his sister said to him one time.

However, before Fushiguro could finally give his answer to the third-year sorcerer, Kugisaki suddenly lifted her hand and pointed with her index finger to the Kyoto students causing expression of confusion to appear on Todo and Zenin’s faces as they didn’t know the reason for this action of hers.

“Fushiguro’s type of woman is behind you,” Kugisaki suddenly commented.

Unfortunately, before the Kyoto Jujutsu Tech students could even turn around to see what Kugisaki was pointing at, Todo suddenly felt something extremely quick and strong being swung across his face as he fell from the unexpected impact leading to Zenin to look at the scene in extreme shock before sighting a black trainer being placed on his cheek leading to her dark coloured eyes to look up to see who the assaulter was.

“Sorry, you were taking too long to move even though I tried to inform you that I was behind. But you continued chatting rubbish about woman type and fighting and whatever came after,” you commented as you looked down upon the fallen student.

In front of her was a female who was wearing a simple outfit which consisted of a pair of black trainers with the paring on the same coloured high-waisted track pants and crop-top, which Zenin wasn’t sure if it was long or short-sleeved since the female also had a bright red track top on to make sure she wasn’t completed covered in the midnight colour.

Quickly, Zenin pulled out her gun she had hidden in her uniform out of instinct only for it to be suddenly snatched from her grasp, leading to her weapon to be intimidatingly being pointed at her - the complete opposite of what was supposed to be played out. “Too slow,” you quietly commented as you then turned to look at the second-year with a nonchalant expression on your face causing Zenin's face to twist into a fuming expression.

“L/N! Don’t worry, I got your water!” Kugisaki suddenly shouted, as her eyes shined at the scene that had unfolded right in front of her. There was no secret that Kugisaki admired you, even though you were in the same year as her. Since the day you arrived at Tokyo, Kugisaki immediately noticed how strong and knowledgeable you were as a sorcerer and was especially surprised at the fact when you told her you were a grade two sorcerer rather than the higher grade she thought you were. On the other hand, Kugisaki knew a person that admired you more than she ever could, causing her eyes to shift to the person next to her, only to find him looking at you with a shocked expression but also with bright sparkles in his eyes.

Turning to look at your two classmates, you gave them a small smile as you gave Zenin her gun back before you walked on top of Todo’s body to make your way towards them. “Don’t shoot me in the back,” you mentioned to the female Kyoto sorcerer, as you raised your hand up to wave her off before you grabbed the bottle of water Kugisaki had extended to you.

“Thanks,” you said with gratitude as you took a quick sip of the hydrating liquid, before turning back around to find Todo steadily putting himself back up on his feet as he wiped away the dust from your shoe off his cheek.

“What a roundhouse kick that was?” Todo groaned as he clicked his neck before looking at you with a smug look on his face. “So this is your type of woman Fushiguro?” Todo asked, causing you to look at the third-year sorcerer with a perplexed face before quickly turning to your friend, only to see him with his head turned to the side away from your gaze, viewing the nature scene that was in the open. Although, that didn’t hide the deep blush that coloured upon his cheeks.

“Even though your type disappoints me based on her physical appearance,” Todo stated, causing you to have an irked expression on your face, which was truly evidenced with the clear creases on your forehead before the grade-one sorcerer saved himself from your wrath by commenting, “but she is my type on the way she fights, it is very interesting,”.

This comment of his caused you to instantly prepare yourself for an attack due to the statement sounding menacing leading to your curse energy to flow down to your arms and hands as you were ready to cast any spell that was needed to defend both you and your classmates.

“Are you perhaps L/N Y/N?” Todo questioned as he pointed at you, leading you to look at the sorcerer with a surprised look before nodding slowly at his question as your answer. “So you’re the new famous sorcerer that nearly took down Sukuna at that mission ha? The one that uses her curse energy for casting spells as well as creating curse weapons, no wonder why you took me down with a kick!” Todo exclaimed in glee as he picked up his jacket from the ground before turning his back on you.

“Looks like I won’t be bored the whole time,” Todo fondly mentioned as he turned his head back to look at you before starting to make his way to the exit with Zenin right behind, leaving you, Fushiguro and Kugisaki in confusion on what just happened.

“Since when was I your type Megumi?” you quickly asked Fushiguro, once you saw the Kyoto students disappear from your sights leading to the shikigami user to give Kugisaki the side glare since she was the one that revealed his whole secret crush on you.

“Since the day he met you L/N,” Kugisaki teasing answered for him before she started to make her way back to the track field, leaving you and Fushiguro by yourselves in an awkward situation for the dark-haired boy.

Kugisaki wasn’t wrong. Fushiguro really did like you the second you arrived at Tokyo when you had finally enrolled to Toyko Metropolitan Curse Technical College and quickly admire you as a sorcerer when you were to pass Gojo’s field test extremely quickly, surprising the other first-years since you were the last one to arrive. His admiration and love for you only continued to grow when you were fighting with Sukuna back at Eishu Juvenile Detention Center and somehow managed to go toe to toe with the King of Curses like you and him were on the same level.

“Don’t blush now Megumi,” you cutely commented as you poked his pale pink cheek leading him to give you an offended look before relaxing his express once he saw your smile. “So I’m your type ha?” you asked again in a playful tone causing Fushiguro’s blush to deepen before he began to rub the back of his neck in nervousness.

“Come on, come on,” you pressed on as you desperately tried to get an answer from Fushiguro while a glimmer of hope shone through your eyes hoping what you heard from both Kugisaki and Todo was true.

“Yeah...you are my type,” Fushiguro quietly mentioned as he shyly looked at you in the eye leading you to clearly see his handsome face. You couldn’t help but smile brightly at the sight, even though he was gazing at you like he was confident, you acknowledged it was the opposite and really appreciated how he was coming out of his shell to tell you how he really felt about you.

Wanting to calm the dark-haired sorcerer, you flicked your finger in the middle of his forehead leading to Fushiguro looking at you in surprise at the sudden action, before you softly mentioned, “you’re my type too Megumi. Come on, the others are probably waiting for us.”

Gently taking his hand in yours, you began dragging him the same way Kugisaki left you both since you both needed to make it back to the track field. “Also, thank you for buying me the bottle of water,” you suddenly mentioned, which once again, led Fushiguro to look towards you in surprise since it was Kugisaki that told you that she had got it for you.

“I know Kugisaki is a bit too stingy to buy me anything except when it comes to our girl shopping trips, so I already knew it was you that bought me the bottle,” you explained, as you turned to look at him showing the water bottle in your other hand, causing the shikigami user to uncharacteristically smiles at you back.

Yeah, his type of woman was you.

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years

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Delicate (JJK x Reader) 🐾💜☁️🔞

🧶Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

🧶Genre: hybrid!AU, Tsundere (slightly), Fluff, a bit of Angst, smut

🧶Warnings: Jungkook is a brat, Catboy!Jungkook, He basically hates everyone but his kitten, HUman! Reader, Wet dream, masturbation, big dick! Kook but whats new, Sweet reader, Spanking (and not on her butt if you know what I mean), Rough handjob (fem. Rec), doggy style, Desperate koo, overstimulation, forced orgasm, multiple orgasm, slightly angsty moment, but nothing bad lol, confessions, basically owner/Hybrid to lovers lol

🧶Summary: Jungkook does whatever he wants, whenever he wants. Changing for you might be harder than he initially thought- but maybe he doesn't even need to. Maybe you'll love him just for who he actually is.

Jungkook was a maine coon hybrid. He's been at the shelter for years now, adopted just to be returned a week later, every time. He's got serious additude problems, thinks way too highly of himself, is just overall too much to handle. He knows that. But that doesn't mean he wants to change.

No, he actually actively decides to be a dick. Simply irritating others is like some sort of game for him, feeding his ego to no ends whenever someone gives up on him. It's like he's winning.

Jungkook loves winning.

It all however, changes as soon as he spots you. You're small, and not in a sense of short- no, you actually look like a doll to him. So delicate, so adorable, Jungkook can't help but stare with wide, green cateyes. His pupils are contracted as if you're too bringt for them to handle, yet its only the amount of sudden emotions that's making them look like that. As soon as you turn around, spotting him, smiling at him, they widen like the moon itself; making the cat-hybrid next to him wave a hand in front of his face, since he completely blocked out the fact that the older hybrid was talking to him. He irritatedly swishes his hand away, ears now perked up as his fluffy tail twitches every second or so. He can hear your voice, soft and sweet, and he's whipped already.

Jungkook wants you.

He stands up suddenly, completely dismissing the hybrid that he'd conversed with earlier, as he walks over to you, who's standing in front of another area filled with dog hybrids. He scrunches his nose in disgust; you don't need one of those mutts, you need him. He stops a footstep away from you, and the worker sighes as you look up at the hybrid. "Oh, thats Jungkook-" he explains. "He's one of our problem cases, so I wouldn't really reccomend him for you." He explains, and Jungkooks brows furrow. Who the fuck does he think he is, calling him a problem case? He knows its true, but that doesn't mean he can just say that out loud to anyone, especially not you. How's he supposed to gain your trust now?

You smile, now visibly a little intimitated. Jungkook knows why, knows that his physique is pretty much yelling strength and confidence. He suddenly gets an idea, and decides to try it out. No hurt in playing around a little.

So he lets his ears droop, and slowly walks back towards the corner of the room, simply sitting down there before flopping to his side, huffing out a breath as if exhausted. He hoped it works, otherwise he's pulling this stunt without reason, making a fool of himself for nothing. But it seems as if it works, slowly, because he can spot your now slightly worried eyes watching him as the worker leads you along, to meet some other dog hybrids. He knows he's got you. He just has to wait.

Jungkook loves taking naps.

And this time, it helped time pass by easily, as he suddenly smells your fabric softener again, as he can hear the worker try and talk you out of it. He can feel you behind him as he'd rolled around on his spot to face the wall, and he visibly shudders as your hand touches his tail. He turns around slowly, tired eyes spotting you squatting down close to his back, as he sits up. He looks at you curiously, and you suddenly smile, leaning your head slightly to the side, your earrings dangling prettily from your ears as he can't look away. You're even prettier up close and personal like this. "So, you're Jungkook?" You ask, and he forgets to answer for a moment, nods after he notices the awkward silence, as he blushes. You giggle, and sit down properly, obviously intending to get to know him more.

Good.

He sits properly as well, not saying anything, as you ask away. "They said you're quite the troublemaker." You amusedly state, and Jungkook suddenly has the urge to roll his eyes. He doesn't however, knowing all his acting would've been for nothing if he slipped now. So he simply looks down, his ears slightly bend backwards as he scratches his neck. "But I think you're just a bit rough around the edges." You explain, and his eyes move, looking at you as you continue. "Like a diamond, you know? They need to be handled carefully, and then they turn into the prettiest things." You say, and he already decides he loves your voice. He carefully answers.

"You think so?"

He can see the surprise in your face, it's to be expected. His tone doesn't fit his current act at all, but he can't change that. But you smile, nodding, and he internally sighs at that, at the fact that you simply accepted that. "Look-" You suddenly say, pulling out your phone and showing him a balcony, with pretty flowers blooming. You swipe, and it shows what he assumes is your apartment. It's small, he notices, but for some reason it looks more inviting than any place he'd ever been to. It looks cozy, well taken care of, and a tad bit unruled; it looks like a home. His eyes sparkle with actual genuine interest. "We could put some blankets here, the sun shines there nicely throughout the day, so you could take some awesome naps there-" You explain, and his ears perk into your direction at that. "Oh, and during the summer you can always stay on the balcony- its really nice there when its hot you know? The cool breeze is nice." You say, and suddenly notice how he's looking at you, expecting something. "I mean-" You stutter suddenly, locking your phone and growing a bit shy at him being so close to you. You have to admit; he's really handsome. "Only if you want to come with me, that is." You ask, and he suddenly nods.

Jungkook would love to come home with you.

That was a year ago, and your home slowly became his own home as well, more perfect than those photos could ever convey.

As you walk around the apartment, he notices how you carry some of your own stuff into another room- smaller than the original bedroom. At his confused glance, you scratch the back of your neck, right where he knows your scent is strongest, and he gets the urge to bury his nose into the spot. "Oh! I just uhm.. last night you slept in front of my door, so I thought you may want to change rooms? You're bigger than me, so you need more space, i think?" You say, and he shakes his head with a soft smile, walking up to you and stopping you in your tracks.

"N-No.. Actually, I wanted to ask you something." He wonders, now not looking at you anymore, as you look up at his eyes. "I uhm.." He starts, swallowing some saliva to finally get the words out. "I was wondering if I could sleep in your room."

Its quiet for a moment, and he grows anxious at this, thinking that he had just overstepped some boundary he didn't know of yet. "Like- I mean, I get lonely during the night, and you said once that you need to hug something to sleep well and maybe you could hug me and we would safe costs for heating because two people are warmer than just one and-" He rambles on, and you put your hands on his shoulders, making him shut up in the midst of talking. Your touch does that to him, most of the time. It's like magic, addicting, and he can't help but swallow again, now however not because of fear.

"You should've said something sooner, silly!" You say, reaching up to scratch his ear, which involuntarily makes him purr as he presses against your hand. "Of course you can. Don't worry so much, kookie." You say, and he smiles at this, happy that he was finally closer to you.

Jungkook is such a sweet cat, in your eyes. He's gentle, always so ready to help you with whatever problem you have, lending you a hand with household chores; he's truly the perfect hybrid at your side.

So, so sweet.

Scratch that.

Jungkook was currently eyeing your best friend down, ears pinned back while his fluffy tail was standing tall, agression clear in his entire posture. "Wow, ok. What's with him?" Yoongi asks, unsure on what exactly was going on. Maybe it was Hoesok's scent on him that agitated him? But he couldn't know for sure. Instead of you however, Jungkook answered in his low voice, clearly offended by something. He doesn't klnow why this always happens.

"Don't talk like I'm not here, asshole." He spits out, and your eyes widen. Jungkook was such a sweet guy around you, it was hard to imagine this was actually happening time and time again. He was watching Yoongi with careful eyes, pupils contracted to slits as his greenish eyes pin the older man down with their stare. He's cautious, and you don't quite know about what, until Yoongi makes the mistake of reaching out for you.

Before so much as his fingertips can reach you, Jungkook has already jumped from his spot, shoving the shorter man back with so much force he almost falls into the small coffee table behind him. "Jungkook!" You exclaim scandalized, as he turns around at your tone of voice. Looking at your posture, taking in your scent, he can sense immediately that you're scared, confused, and he hates it. "Apologize." You demand, and Jungkook shakes his head, unwavering, before you sigh out, pointing towards the bedroom door. "Then get inside. And don't come out until I say so." You say, and his ears pin themselves back again, however his shoulders slump down as well, visibly deflating. He's actually sorry now- but it's too late to force himself to apologize to Yoongi; that intruder who's clearly here to claim territory. "Now." You say, and Jungkook suddenly breaks eye contact with you, letting himself be defeated for the first time since he was adopted.

For some reason, your voice hangs heavy on his muscles, heavier than any collar ever hung around his neck.

He hates this. He hates that he has to give up the fight to this complete stranger just because you said so; yet he can't will himself to go against your will. He wants to stay, he wants to be good, but he cant help but grow hostile with another guy in the same apartment as you. It's as if he's giving you up, and that's definitely not what he wants to do. But its ultimately whats happening.

And he hates it.

Jungkook isn't a sweet kitty. He's an untamed tiger, just simply agreeing on living with you, and that has become very apparent these months. He likes to pick on you, and loves to make a mess. There's nothing left of the oh so sweet and caring catboy you adopted a year ago, but it somehow doesn't bother you. You know that he was eager to get out of the shelter, and that he had been pretending for long enough.

This was Jungkooks true nature, and you were okay with that.

He was a bit of a brat, throwing down objects placed by you whenever you weren't home, simply to show you his unhappiness about that fact. He knew that you had to work, but that didn't mean that he liked it.

He also had a major enemy now.

Seokjin across the street, Namjoons prized silver labrador hybrid, or so he calls him. He's handsome, you have to admit, but Jungkook can't see anything visually appealing about the mutt. He hates him with a passion, and its quite possibly because of his very flirty nature, especially towards you. Jungkook wasn't talented in that department, he rather enjoyed picking on you than complimenting you. Compliments got boring after a while. Calling you shorty and watching you struggle to reach the highest shelf would never get old to him, however.

He likes to call Seokjin a rat for his grey features, just to see him get all offended, and he doesn't care much that you always scold him for it. He likes to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants, and he's been testing you long enough to somehow know when the fun is over. He'd never intentionally hurt you, emotionally nor physically, but that doesn't mean he can't pick on you now and then.

Its his own way of showing affection. You just don't quite get it, it seems.

Its when you leave for a late night business gathering to celebrate the company's anniversary that he breaks. He simply pretends to be asleep as he waits for you to leave, simply peeking at your dress though almost closed eyes, and he wishes he didn't do it. Your scent is driving him crazy already, yet you were always careful to cover up around him, seemingly conscious about him and the fact that he is, apart from his cat side, still a young man. He wont ever be able to burn that image of your perfect legs in that perfect little dress out of his mind now that he's seen it. And its the kiss you place on his cheek that pushes him over the edge, makes him struggle to stay composed until he can hear the front door close shut.

He whines out, turning around on the bed as he buries his face into the sheets, into the spot that's usually occupied by your form. It still smells like you; not like you when you try to use perfume, which he hates, but your unmasked smell he absolutely loves. It fills his senses, makes him squirm on the mattress as he turns, bunching the sheets between his legs as he begins to hump into nothing, the friction of the bed sheets enough to rile him up as he bites the pillow your head usually rests on. He can see it in front of him vividly like a dream he's experiencing right in that moment. You, laid out underneath him, his teeth not clamping down on fabric but your delicate skin, making such wonderful noises as he takes you like the good and sweet girl you are for him. How enticingly you would mewl, arching your back as he guides his leaking cock inside you, stretching you out as his hands would hold you close, keep you upright so you wont just smash onto the mattress onto your face. He curses as he picks up his pace, simple movement not enough anymore as his hand reaches down, frustratingly palming his impatient erection hidden underneath his sweatpants as his dream continues, showing him how you would say his name, breathlessly, as you would look over your shoulder.

Then it shifts, as his mind is suddenly focusing on your face. Would you be into giving him head? Oh god, if you would, he knows he wouldn't be able to last; with your innocent eyes, kneeled in front of him, so eagerly taking his cock he couldn't help but cum inside your throat. And he knows you would be such a good kitten, you would swallow him down prettily, and he would praise you so good. "Hnng, fuck..!" He exclaims, as he writhes on top of the sheets, messing everything up, but he doesn't care.

He never really thought about that weird missionary position humans liked, but he could actually see the appeal of it, if he was doing it with you. To be able to see every change of your features, how your soft lips would part in pleasure as he fills you up like you should be, oh it would be a sight for him to see. His eyes squeeze shut as he turns his head, groaning loudly as he almost sobs brokenly into the pillow, feeling his release stain the fabric of his sweats uncomfortably. But he doesn't care, as he sniffles, breathing heavily before he chuckles.

"Fuck, I'm pathetic."

Can hybrids outgrow their owners?

It certainly feels like it. Jungkook has been growing more and more distant to you, and you feel as if its your own fault. You must've done something wrong, you assume, as he distances himself more and more not only from you, but everyone else as well. He doesn't pick up a fight with Seokjin anymore, hell, he even let Yoongi inside yesterday. And you try to push back your tears as you walk inside the living room, where he's currently sitting, watching the window, tail lazily swaying softly. Maybe the apartment really was too small for him- you've head your neighborly lady complain recently about that when she saw him through the window. Maybe you weren't the right person for him.

"Jungkookie?" You carefully ask, as you see his tail twitch, a sign that he noticed you. "We need to talk." You start, and he gets up, ready to leave the room.

"Well I don't want to though, your bad." He responds, and you reach for his hand, as he whips his head around, ready to bite an answer out, but he spots something in your gaze that makes him stop in his tracks.

"We need to.. I can't- I can't make that decision for you, we need to talk about where you wanna go." His brows furrow as he tries to figure out what you're implying, a weird feeling in his gut telling him that it's something he wont like at all. "I want you to be happy, even if its not with me kookie." You sigh out, and he connects the dots, suddenly realizing what you're saying.

"Ho- wait no no-" His eyes widen, and you look at him as he shakes his head at you, suddenly defensive. "You want to give me away?!" He barks out, bushy tail behind him angrily whipping from one side to the other. "I don't want to! You said this is my home, you can't make me leave!" He spits at you, and you grow confused.

"But-" You start. "You've been so uncomfortable around me Kook, it's okay if you don't want to live with me anymore, really. Namjoon said that sometimes Hybrids outgrow their owners-" You say, but Jungkooks eyes glint angrily.

"Namjoon doesn't know shit!" He yells, and you shut up at that. "I don't want to go, I won't ever go!" He finalizes, and you are on your last leg. He's completely confusing you at this point.

"Then tell me what I'm supposed to do! You're clearly not comfortable around me anymore, what am I supposed to do?!" You yell back, voice by far not as strong as his, but it riles him up enough that he snaps.

"There's nothing you can do about my fucking hormones giving me wet dreams about you like a teenager!" He says, and your eyes widen, making his ears grow red in shame. "There, I said it. Want me to spell it out? I want to fuck you, there you go!" He says, throwing his hands in the air for good measure as he breathes heavily, giving both of you a moment to process his confession. He suddenly grows more quiet, more calm, his voice in no way as harsh and loud as before. "No.. no that's not right." He admits, and comes to conclusion that its now or never. "I want to hold you at night like a lover does, not just a hybrid and his owner. I want you to see me as a partner, not just as a pet." he states, gaze falling downwards as his ears flop to the sides, tail unmoving behind him.

"I never saw you as just a pet, Koo." You say, and he perks up at that, as you walk closer to him, hugging him closely, as he stands a bit awkwardly, before deciding to hug you back. "I didn't want to take advantage of you." You say, and he grows hopeful.

"Does that mean you.. like me like that?" He asks, and you nod into his chest.

Making him grin like an idiot.

Its after this moment that things slowly change a bit. He's still picking on you whenever he can, but he's also being awfully suggestive ever since your talk. Its like he wants to know what runs your gears more clearly these days, as he's making sure to flaunt his post workout body every now and then just to see you turn red at the sight.

He loves how he makes you shy.

Its you however, who breaks him first.

The day he can't keep his hands off of you is the day the spider in your shower decided to jump down on you, scaring the life out of your body as you screach in horror, fleeing the scene in nothing but a towel as you safe yourself into the bedroom, where Jungkook had been taking a nap before hearing your scream. He's ready to laugh at you, until he notices the towel barely hanging onto what you hold against your chest, skin still slightly damp as only your hair is still dry. He can't help himself anymore. "Hm.. how about I get your mind off of that scary little insect?" He humms from behind you, and you open your mouth to retort a snappy remark, but you don't get that far.

He's already behind you, his legs placing themselves next to yours on the bed as he hooks his own over yours, spreading your legs for him as he takes the bits of towel out of your hands, making it fall to the sides, revealing your body to him, at last. He can't help but lick his lips at the sight he gets from over your shoulder, purring loudly as he licks at your neck, finally getting a taste of you; and it's energizing, like a drug, making a shiver run through his spine as his tail twitches behind him in pleasure. You gasp out loud as he bites down, hand reaching between your legs to move his middle and ring finger inside your already wettening center, making him groan. "So ready.." He muses, loving the sounds you make, as he obnoxious noise of squelching from the wettness between your legs with every movement of his fingers fills the room. You struggle to close your legs at the sensation, but he doesn't let you; instead gently hitting your cunt as if to put you back into place, while he groans. "Bad girl. This is mine, isn't it?" He asks, and you can't answer for a moment. "This-" He says, his hand forcefully coming down onto your pussy again, as you squeal from it. "Is mine, isn't it?" He asks again, and you nod over and over again, making him smile. "That's right. And I do what I want with it." He says, before he pumps his fingers in and out at a relentless pace, uncaring of the mess he's making as you squirm and mewl in his lap. He loves this, loves how the sounds he imagined you making can't ever compare to what he's currently hearing. He has to take you.

He removes his hand, undressing himself impatiently as he turns you over for him, behind presented to him as he licks his lips again. "So pretty." He praises, and pumps his length once, twice, before he enters your smooth center, already feeling as if he's in heaven. "I promise I-" He starts, but has to moan out as you clench around him particularly hard. "I promise I'll be gentle next time-" He says, before his palms find your breasts, kneading them in his palms as he kisses along your spine. "But I need you." He whines out, making you huff out a breath as you look over your shoulder, just like he imagined. "Fuck!" He presses out, skin against skin one of the many sounds apart from your heavy breathing and shared sounds of pleasure inside the room, spider long forgotten as you suddenly arch your back into him. "My kitten's gonna cum? Hm?" He asks, and a cute moan is all he gets- all he needs, as you try to get up a bit more, making him push your neck into the pillows below, careful to let you breath as your cheek is what meets the fabric below, his other hand brushing away your hair lovingly, so that he can watch you come undone. "So sweet, so submissive.." He humms out, as he dips down, your back against his chest as he kisses underneath your earlobe, amusement clear in his voice. "Such a cute little whore for me, my sweetest princess, so beautiful.." He praises, and you moan out obscenely as you come, his pace never stopping once. "You're gonna have to-" He says, moving more desperately now to reach his own peak. "You're gonna have to take it baby." He presses out, holding your hips as he forces them onto him with more strength, making you whine in overstimulation. "Almost there- there we go-" He exclaims, uncaringly rubbing your clit between your legs as you shiver violently underneath him, second orgasm hitting you so quickly that your body can't seem to prepare itself as you feel wetness escape you, making him groan loudly. "What a good girl, look at that- ah!" He exclaims, pushing himself as deep as he can as you feel him spurt his load inside you, finally stopping, finally calming down.

"Jungkook?" You ask out of breath, as he simply holds you close, still buried inside of you, falling to the side as he buries his nose in between the crook of your neck.

"Hmm.. no, lets stay like that.." He humms sleepily, and you simply close your eyes, agreeing to his statement.

Jungkook is not a sweet cat- but he certainly has his moments.

"Kitten?" He asks, as he notices you being weirdly quiet next to him on the couch, now noticing the tears on your cheeks. "You're such a crybaby!" He laughs, as he wipes away your tears with his sweater sleeve, making you pout.

"Not fair." You mumble out, and he simply chuckles, placing a kiss ontop of your nose.

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cloud-9ine · 3 years

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Cable Shocks

⤷ pairing - denki kaminari x reader

⤷ fandom - bnha

⤷ warnings - slight angst, hurt/comfort, illness, exploitation

⤷ summary - you notice the other class 1-a students using denki’s quirk for their favours, and you catch him later paying the price

⤷ word count - 3.2k+

Denki Kaminari was a giver.

He gave his help, he gave his laughter, he gave his love, and recently, he was beginning to give himself, too.

It started off innocently: he showed the Class 1-A students his party trick- look at that, he can charge phones! After that, the others had regularly come to him in need of their devices being charged, or electricity constantly pumped into something that only he could provide. And Denki, being a giver, well, he never said no.

It didn’t matter to him that it would make him short circuit, it didn’t matter to him that they would laugh, it didn’t even matter to him that all he could taste every evening was acid.

Denki Kaminari was a giver, and he was prepared to give his life.

Your class common room was never empty. At any given time, there was always at least two of your classmates in there- no exceptions. If you wanted to make tea in the early morning, Iida and Yaoyorozu would greet you with beaming grins unbecoming of such an unnatural time. Alternatively, if you wanted to cry at 3 AM, you would lay your eyes on Tokoyami and Jirou plunged into the darkness, leaving you to wonder whether they were just acting off or if they were summoning a demon to curse those who have wronged them.

At this moment, Denki was sat on the centre sofa, three cables stuck between his teeth. Beside him sat Mina, eagerly chatting to Kirishima who sat opposite to her on a plush chair with Sero lounged over the arm of it. The three looked content, but you couldn’t help but notice the stiffness at which Denki was disposed, concentration knotting his brows as he worked on keeping the sparks flowing through the wires.

You slipped into the room, deciding on the space on the other side of Denki. The other occupants of the room gave you a quick hello before returning to their previous conversations. With the exception of Denki, obviously, who seemingly forgot his task the moment he heard your name mentioned. His eyes sparkled once he saw you, his head turning to the side as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Hey, Kaminari, you’re dropping the wires!” Sero snickered, eyeing up the way Denki looked down in alarm.

“Only 27%? Come on, I need more than that!” Mina whined, shoving the cables back into the spooked boy’s mouth. He looked at you apologetically, attempting to convey something with wild gestures that you couldn’t begin to comprehend. You laughed, patting the top of his head to quell his struggles.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s just chill, yeah?” He paused, dropping his hands to his lap and nodding. You grinned, bumping your shoulder against his before pulling your phone out. Denki squinted at the object, as if it had personally offended him. Grinning, you shook your head.

“Fully charged. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” His expression softened, cheeks glowing a slight pink at your words. You shifted slightly to get more comfortable, ending up slumped against Denki’s side, who in return leaned into you.

“And so basically, I told him he was nuts, right?” The careless ramblings of Mina was enough to get you to relax, scrolling aimlessly through your friend’s Instagram posts. Ochako had posted a weirdly aesthetic picture of mochi, Midoriya had posted a picture of Ochako, Iida was posting about cyber-bullying, the works.

Being in physical contact with Denki while he was in charging mode, you noticed, made your hair float up like static electricity. You didn’t mind this, taking to flattening down your hair every once in a while during your relaxation. It was easy to let go with your classmates- the gentle lull of the voices of the others mixed with the pleasant buzz of Denki’s skin against yours made for a comforting experience that almost made you fall asleep.

“Hey dunce face!” Denki jumped at the sound of Bakugo’s voice, his elbow jutting into your side and forcing you to tense up. He didn’t seem to notice your subtle glare, however, as his attention was focused on the other boy that had slammed open the door (not that Bakugo seemed entirely angry today, but it was just his natural disposition that made every action of his aggressive).

“H-Hey bro! What’s up?” Bakugo didn’t respond to Kirishima’s words, further ignoring the similar muffled greeting that Denki managed to let out.

“I need this charged,” he grumbled, moving to Denki and shoving a fourth wire in his mouth. You frowned, eyeing up the two boys wearily. The screens of the current phones flashed, an indication that he wasn’t putting in enough charge. He gulped as Bakugo stomped back out the room, his eyes squeezing shut as he amped up the electricity.

As if a switch had been flipped, Denki’s blonde locks frizzed up before succinctly falling back down to his head. You stared at him, eyes widened as the wires dropped to the ground.

“Wheeeee!” His body fell into you, thumbs sticking out with a goofy smile painted onto his face. A small smile pushed passed your lips as you grabbed a pillow and placed it under his head just as he fell off your shoulder and into your lap.

“Oh my god! He’s buzzed out!” Mina cackled, grabbing her phone to snap a couple of photos as the others laughed.

“I love the guy, but my god is he dumb.” You bit your lip at Sero’s grin, angling Denki’s head away from the camera and raking your hands through his hair. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling his face into your stomach as he rambled about something to do with being okay. It was hard to understand him in this state.

“Come on guys, not cool.” You mumbled, using your sleeve to wipe away a bit of drool on Denki’s chin.

“Ah, cheer up (Y/N)! He does this all the time- it doesn’t matter!” Kirishima’s words made a pit coil in your stomach, nausea prickling your throat.

“It doesn’t matter. Leave him alone.” Mina rolled her eyes.

“God, it’s not a big deal. It’s his own fault, anyway.” You couldn’t help the annoyance that fuelled the glare in your eyes, but you pushed it down with a harder bite to the inside of your cheek. There was the burst of something metallic that tinged your tongue, but you ignored it.

“Come on, Denki. Let’s go,” said boy didn’t seem to recognise your words until you propped him up so you could stand up before pulling him off the sofa. Seemingly slightly resigned by your actions, Mina dropped her phone into her lap, looking away. This didn’t stop the other two from laughing, however, the volume of their cackles only increasing as Denki fell into your back.

With a groan, you shoved your shoulder into the door to open it and letting Denki clamber through. You painstakingly led him into his dorm room, redirecting him away from every wall he tried to run into and each piece of furniture he rammed into his abdomen. Your phone was blowing up with notifications, but you elected to ignore that as you made sure he didn’t hit his head as he fell onto his bed.

You wrote him a quick note and stuck it on his door, turning around to make one last check that he wasn’t going to kill himself the moment you stepped out the door.

Come find me when you’re back to normal.

“(Y/N)…” he whined, hands reaching out for you as he rolled onto his side, eyes sparkling once he saw you. You sighed, moving to brush a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” It didn’t seem like he quite understood what you said, but the compliant nod and shining smile was enough to convince you he would be okay.

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You didn’t see Denki for the rest of the day.

When you stirred from your sleep, it was still dark. You felt a warmth building below your skin that spurred you to strip of your blanket, allowing it to fall into a crumpled heap onto the floor before creeping out the room. In the dead silence of the night, each one of your footfalls sounded like a bang to a drum.

The common room was empty that night. You squinted through the darkness, feeling your way to the sink to pour yourself a glass of water. You stilled in the quiet for a moment, letting the movement settle as you took a sip. There was always a sort of ringing once it got quiet enough, a small reminder that despite the fact you were alone in the dark, there was still something going on.

Click.

At the end of the hall, a light turned on, the orange glow a stark contrast from the deep shadows that plagued the area. You heard a quiet shuffling, before a muffled gagging sound rang out.

Eyes widening, you rushed as quietly as you could down the hall, nearly crashing into the door as you shoved your way into the bathroom.

Hunched over the sink, chest racking with coughs and gags was Denki, his eyes teary as they struggled to focus on you. A dark substance, almost completely black if it were not for the slightest translucency, dripped from his parted lips and into the basin, clashing against the pure white marble.

You clapped a hand to your mouth, willing down the tears that welled in your eyes.

“Denki… what?” You choked out, voice hoarse from the dryness that stung your throat. Denki attempted to push himself up, hands trembling and knuckles white as he gripped the side of the countertop.

“(Y/N)…” his voice shook as he reached up to wipe his mouth, taking a step back from you in a vain bid to pass you and leave. You quickly snapped the door shut, no longer caring whether you woke anyone up.

Click.

Denki weakly chuckled at the look on your face. The lock. He closed himself into the corner of the room, pressing his back against the wall.

“Look, I’m fine-“ He was cut off by himself, lurching back over the sink and coughing up more of the liquid.

“What is that?” You questioned, silent horror pinching your features. He turned on the tap, filling his hands with water and washing out his mouth. Darting to the toilet- and struggling to move in such closed quarters- you balled up a handful of toilet paper and wiped his mouth. He leaned into your touch, skin emanating heat and covered by a thin sheen of sweat.

“Battery acid.” You felt your knees go weak.

“What?”

“It’s battery acid. The more I overuse my quirk, the more likely this stuff is to accumulate in my throat,” he looked away from your piercing gaze, “it’s okay, really.”

“What part of this is okay?” You spat, voice wavering. Denki winced at your tone, turning to washing his mouth out with more water, “Does it hurt?” He paused, and that was all the confirmation he needed.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, only the sound of running water interspersed the atmosphere. You reached over and turned it off, not acknowledging the shrill screech of the metal as you levelled Denki with an even stare.

“It’s from the charging.” He muttered, and your knuckles clenched.

“Of-fucking-course.” He cringed, a clammy palm feebly gripping your forearm. His eyes were desperate, frown twisting his expression into something you couldn’t bear to look at.

“Please, (Y/N), it’s okay,” he begged, a tear slipping out of his eye just at the same time you felt one trail down your cheek.

“It’s not okay, Denki. How long has this been happening?” He fell silent, and you could feel the anxiety coiling in the pit of your stomach.

“Four months.” In a split-second decision, you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your body into his. He nestled his face into your neck, hands coming to rest on your hips. Seemingly unable to keep it together any long, he crumbled, chest stuttering with every breath and his tears soaking the skin that was exposed by your nightshirt.

The silence of midnight began to creep in once again, only broken by the soft whimpers and sobs of the boy practically clutching onto you. You waited as long as you needed to until Denki had caught his breath, not counting the minutes yet painfully aware of each one as it passed.

“From now on, if someone asks you to charge anything, you say no, okay?” Denki frowned, rubbing away the tears in his eyes.

“I-“

“From now on, if someone asks you to charge anything, you say no, got it?” You spat, voice much firmer and tone a lot more sharp. He gulped, resigning to nodding with a sullen expression on his face.

“Are you good to go back to sleep? Or is there anything I need to do first?”

“It’s fine. You can go back now, don’t stay up for any longer.”

“I will do what I want, thanks.” you seethed, eyes glinting. Denki looked taken aback, glancing over your expression wearily.

“Uh…” “I am not going back to sleep unless you’re coming with me. You’re such an idiot-” you paused, “-but you’re my idiot, and there’s no way I’m letting the others treat you like this,“ you cupped his face, fingers pressing into pink cheeks as you angled his face to look at you, “if they want anything else from you, they have to go through me first.” Agape, he only nodded again, allowing you to grab his hand and pull him out the room.

Once he flicked the light off, the two of you were awash in darkness once again, but this seemed not to deter you. Rather, you traipsed across the corridor with a ridiculous amount of determination, only narrowly avoiding the various obstructions in the shadows.

“Here, let me light-“ Despite the little he could see, Denki could practically feel your burning glare. Bringing his hand down, he murmured an apology, musing in your little nod of satisfaction he could feel the motions of.

It only took you a few minutes to get to your room, pushing him inside and closing the door behind you. In spite of everything, Denki could feel heat rushing to his cheeks for an entirely different reason than his fever.

“(Y/N)?” He squeaked, hearing you fumble around the room yet not finding courage to stay anything but completely frozen.

“Yeah?” You questioned, voice low but feeling remarkably pleasant to his ears.

“This isn’t my room.”

“I know.”

“So why am I here?”

“Because I’m not leaving you alone. Come on, I’ve got the spare pillow.”

Denki currently didn’t have the energy to feel shame about the sparks excitement that welled up inside of him as he rushed to the sound of you getting on your bed. You held the blanket up for him, and he all but fell down next to you. The pounding of his heart was almost enough to distract him from the acrid burning of his throat.

You were warm, almost too warm as he shifted to be closer to you. Now that his eyes were getting adjusted, he could make out the expression on your face, eyebrows knotted in concern and eyes scanning all over him, as if searching for some sort of answer that he could only long to give you.

“I’m sorry.” He said it as if it meant anything. If it counted, he truly was. Denki didn’t want to make you worry- he wasn’t worth it. But that’s what you did. He would give too much, and you would worry tenfold.

It didn’t help that his eyes were still stinging and red-rimmed, or every once in a while a dry cough would tickle his throat. It didn’t help that he would wince every time he had to swallow, or that his palms were still clammy and he had to try to subtly wipe them on his shorts. It didn’t help that the pain almost became too much to handle, and he loved you too much to even lie about it.

He loved you- of course he did. How could he not? It was you. You, who stared at him with such adoration, even though he knew you were pissed off. You, who stood up for him even to his friends. You, who worried for him the first time he was buzzed out, and a thousand times later, still stayed with him and ran your fingers through his hair when he was barely conscious.

He watched your eyes strain to stay open, to keep watching him as he was watching you. Finally, they fluttered shut, your breathing evening out as you shuffled closer to him.

You, who got up in the middle of the night to protect him from himself.

He tucked your head under his chin, wrapping his arms around you waist with a gentle sigh. Under the cover of darkness, he confessed this. His words fell on deaf ears, but he couldn’t find it in him to care.

You, who, unlike anyone else, was determined to make him stop giving.

He couldn’t help but fall asleep, the sound of your soft breathing and the gentle rise and fall of your chest like a lullaby willing his eyes to close, comforted by the presence of your figure cuddled to his chest.

Denki Kaminari was a giver. And if there was anyone worth giving anything, it was you.

Extra:

Bakugo was not expecting to start his day in a chokehold.

It had started off innocently, Denki was playing a game on his phone, smug grin on his face, you were napping next to him, and the other losers he called his friends were on the sofas, eyes wide and backs straight. Sure, you could say he questioned the strange way his friends were acting, but he didn’t particularly care.

“Pikabitch, I need my phone-“

Bakugo prided himself on his quick instincts, but you were quicker.

In a second, your arm was wrapped around his throat, face dark and pressure increasing through his gasps.

“Say one more fucking word and you’re dead.” You growled, Bakugo’s fingers gripping your arm in a vain attempt to release himself from your hold, “Got it?” The blonde just managed to nod, coughing out once your arm withdrew from his neck. You settled back in your place beside Denki, sending him another sharp glare before returning to your nap.

Bakugo could only stare wide eyed, not quite sure what happened. All he could gather was that Denki was now off limits, and the others seemed to realise that too, if them cringing was anything to go by. With a gulp, he stormed out the common room.

Now he had to go get his charger.

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