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sharuruwrites · 2 years

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RENT OR MODEL

Summary: An artist had the guts to ask an assassin to undress in front of her.

Tags: Toji x Fem!Reader, Artist!Reader, Oblivious!Reader, 0 to 100, Mention of sex (SO MINORS YOU'RE WARNED), Non-canon compliant, Author tries to write tension?, Unedited

A/N: This short story was just something in my head, and I just want to spew it out. Supposed to be with Nanami, but I'll repeat this again. The love and respect I have for this fictional man wouldn't let me. Also, it'll be cleansing my palate after trying to search through this website for Toji fluff without smut. EDIT AFTER WRITING: And, here i thought I could write a oneshot for him without mentioning the birds and the bees.

Disclaimer: I don't own Jujutsu Kaisen as it belong to Gege Akutami. Also. I don't own the gifs.

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"I'm home..."

"Oh, you're here," You didn't tear your gaze off from your easel. "How's work, Toji?"

"Bloody, but nothing too unusual." Toji took off his shoes before taking a seat on the white couch. "You cooking dinner?"

"Not today," Your eyes still glued to the blank white canvas. "I have a commission due tomorrow morning."

"The same one where they asked you to draw a couple?"

"The very same one, and you know I don't draw people, only scenery with the characters are just the side pieces in it!" Toji could hear the frown in your frustrated voice. "But, I couldn't pass the money as they paid three times than the usual."

He couldn't understand how he came across a weirdo like you. Usually, people would be wary or outright refused to have a roommate coming home with someone's blood on his pants.

But, you were an exception. If anything, you welcomed him with open arms despite your first meeting was you in his arms but in a choke hold. In his defense, you were holding your palette knife like a weapon.

With a sigh, you turned your stool to face him. "Before you take a shower, strip for me. Your frame is similar to the client's partner."

'Excuse me?' Toji thought.

Even though it's been almost half a year since you two became roommates, Toji didn't expect to hear that request from you. It's always been cleaning the apartment if he didn't receive a call from his usual handler.

"Skipping ahead, are we?" Toji asked, smirking at your brazenness. "Take me out to dinner at least."

You hummed affirmatively. You got up from your seat and grabbed your phone on the coffee table. "I'll get you dinner after you show me the good stuff."

After you focused entirely on your phone, Toji contemplated about you. Aside from being an eccentric individual, you never seemed to express your want to be in a relationship. Aside from the unreasonable clients, he never heard you whining about men as you always holed up in your room. He thought you're a NEET who's fucking loaded.

"What if I refuse to do it?"

He resisted the urge to chuckle when you made a face at him. 'Are you shitting me?' was clearly written on it.

"Then..." You closed your eyes for a bit before you opened them as if a light bulb lit up in your head. "I'll quadruple the amount that you owe me. Now that I think about it, you haven't pay a single yen for the groceries, the utility bills, and-"

"Alright, fine!" Toji interrupted you before grasping the end of his black shirt. "Any specific pose you prefer?"

"Whatever is comfortable to you, Toji."

The man before you took off his shirt, revealing his well sculpted muscles as he threw the piece of clothing on top of the couch. Usually, his casual hook ups would immediately melt into a puddle at the sight of it, or jump onto him.

However, you, on the other hand, scanned him from top to bottom with your thumb and index finger squeezing both of your cheeks.

You put down your hand before nodding in content."I guess this will be fine."

After what it seemed like half an hour passed by, the exhaustion from his mission started to get him, but throughout the time, he could only hear the tapping sounds of your pencil against the easel as he saw your eyes went back and forth between him and the canvas. You scratching your head a couple of times was enough to tell Toji that you're still stuck with a blank canvas.

"Can't you just draw a stick figure and be done with it?" Toji furrowed his brows. "I rather fucking pay the debt than staying up for another hour."

Ignoring his complaint, you shook your head with your arms crossed for a bit before unfolding them. "I need a firm grasp of it."

You got up from the stool, and immediately, Toji's gut told him that he had a bad feeling about this to which he shook it off, and simply passed it as him being tired.

"Can I squeeze it?" You nonchalantly asked, gesturing at his torso. "If you're not comfortable with that, may I touch you instead?"

"You answer the next month's rent?" Toji watched you nodded. "Go ahead, have fun with it."

It's not a big deal. You're just another woman in his lfie. That's it, no more, no less.

However, when your index finger traced the shape of his right chest, Toji immediately regretting to agree to your request. He didn't expect your touches will left enticing and addictive feeling in him.

Your light touches made his heart beat faster, his breathing heavy. It didn't fucking help your fucking oblivious to what you're doing to him as your head was so far up in the clouds.

He didn't remember why he was even allowing you to do this.

"Are you okay?" You asked, noticing your roommate's sudden quietness. "If you're feeling uncomfortable, I can stop here."

The next thing Toji knew, he had you trapped between his body and the wall. One of his hands grabbed both of your wrists and pinned above your head. As for the other? Well, its beneath your chin, making you look up to meet his gaze.

Now, that he had a good look on your features, you're not even half-bad looking to his standards. Fuck, he wondered what would you look like after sex. Would it be you being a moaning mess? Begging more of him? Or, perhaps, would you still retain your obliviousness?

"You're playing through a very dangerous game right now, doll." His thumb brushed against your soft lips before the distance between of his lips to yours were inches. "You have no idea what you're doing to me."

Ding dong

The sound of the doorbell brought Toji back from reality, turning his attention at the door. Who the fuck was at their apartment door at 10 pm?!

"Oh, that must be the food." Your voice caught his attention once more, and he saw how unfazed you look despite the tension before. "Could you let go of my wrists? I don't want my food to be cold, and you know I hate to heat up my food in the microwave."

#jjk fanfic #jjk toji #toji x reader #toji x you #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fic

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winter-dayz · 6 months

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Catch 'em, kill 'em

Pairing: Kim Jennie x Reader Amityville Horror AU Genre: Horror; Smut Words: 2500 Warnings: dead dove: do not eat; emetophobia; gore; major character death; murder; sexual content (choking mentioned, marking, safe words, slight pain play, thigh riding); strong language; suicide; violence

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Taglist: @soobin-chois

“I do have to inform you that the house has a bit of a… macabre history to it…” The realtor hesitated.

Jennie hummed, continuing to look up at the side of the house and mumbling about updates, but your attention snapped to the real estate agent. “What do you mean?”

The woman cleared her throat, “Well… A man killed his entire family here. He claimed he heard voices that told him to do it. And, the last tenants said they had some issues too. They only stayed for a very short while.”

You nodded, “What kind of issues? I mean, we were planning to renovate anyway so if there were electrical or plum–”

“Uh, no, no… More paranormal kind of issues…” The woman spoke in a hushed tone as if she were afraid someone would overhear your conversation. “The Lutz’ claimed that the house was driving George crazy so they left before even living here for a month… They left all of their stuff behind too. The original owners’ belongings also come with the house.”

“Ahh…” You hummed in understanding.

So, the place was supposedly “haunted,” and no one has wanted to buy it in decades… that was why the price was so low. It was odd that the realtor was trying to drive away a client though. Or, maybe she was one of those types to believe in the supernatural. Either way, there was no way you were passing up on a deal this good. The house was a steal in the area at just over two-hundred thousand for five bedrooms. It definitely needed remodeling, but you could tell your wife was already planning the exterior upgrades.

If you didn’t close on this, she would actually murder you.

You smiled at the agent, “That’s alright. We’re not really believers in that anyway. We’ll take it.”

🎃

The first week in the new house was hectic.

Jennie and you were constantly in and out of the place, trying to set up contracts and get portions of the house sectioned off and cleared out to begin the renovations.

Your original plan had been to use the significant amount you’d saved on buying the rundown house to hire contractors. However, as you’d both been struggling to get people in the immediate area to agree to do the work, you’d settled for hiring a more expensive contractor further out of town to help with the major projects that you couldn’t handle, and instead, Jennie and you would complete the rest.

Once that had been settled, the two of you fell back into your normal rhythm. Jennie worked on the exterior and boat house first, while you started clearing out the inside.

During the mornings you spent time apart, working on your respective projects and filled with your own quiet thoughts. It could be annoying to work in the house by yourself since the doors were old and would constantly creak open or accidentally lock when you didn’t want them to. It made moving big furniture and boxes a bit difficult alone, but you managed.

You met for a peaceful lunch on the porch, and then worked the warm afternoons on updating the electrical systems in the basement closet. It was a bitch to figure out, but you still got it done. Even if it drove you both a little crazy to be in the dark, tight space, arguing while trying not to unintentionally electrocute yourselves.

The evenings were spent laughing together over dinner, watching a movie on your laptop, and falling asleep exhausted. Jennie always seemed to wake up at some point in the night though, complaining about loud bangs coming from the attic or one of the other bedrooms, and subsequently shook you awake too. You took turns making sure wild animals hadn’t gotten into the house. There never was anything and, by the end of the week, you’d both surmised that the piping was much worse than originally anticipated and the sound must’ve been them settling at night.

Sleepily, you assured Jennie that you’d urge the plumber to come out sooner than later.

🎃

The first time something “off” happened, you didn’t really notice. The power had cut off in the middle of the day, shutting down both of your power tools, and the temperature began to drop rapidly. It was odd for the season, but you were working in a drafty part of the house.

“This wouldn’t have happened if we had just hired an electrician,” Jennie snarked, holding the flashlight for you while you tried to fix the breaker in the basement.

“I told you. No one in the area would come out here. They all think this place is haunted. If I hadn’t done it myself, we would’ve been without power for a few more weeks until someone from two towns over showed up.” You snapped back.

It had been like that the past few days. The renovations had proven to be a bit more than either of you had thought, and without much help from contractors or professionals, you had both been extremely stressed. Snapping at each other, petty remarks, and sarcasm became your chosen forms of communication since moving in.

The day after the electricity was finally restored properly, you found yourself in bed wasted. And, of course, this was the second time something obviously supernatural occurred.

Another snarky remark from Jennie led you to grabbing the nearest liquor bottle and storming off. When you woke up in bed later, barely dressed and still rather drunk, it was to the feeling of your wife straddling you. Her face was blurry and obscured in your tipsy-vision, but your hands felt their way up her trim waist regardless. Her own hands, cold to the touch so she must’ve been working in the basement or attic, slid over your chest, flicking your nipples in their path. You moaned softly as her hands came to rest around your neck.

And then she started choking you. It was nice at first, something you both liked to indulge in on occasion, but as lightheadedness in combination with your already drunken mind made you start to see spots, you rasped out your safe word.

Jennie didn’t stop.

You started yelling at her to stop, reiterating your safe word, best you could as your vision blacked; and when you felt her weight leave your waist, you stumbled to the bathroom to gulp down cold water and soothe your burning throat and chest.

Dragging yourself back into the bedroom, you found Jennie hovering in the hallway door looking concerned and confused.

“I told you to stop!” You screamed at her.

“What are you talking about?” She questioned back, her face snapping from confusion to irritation at your tone.

You sneered in condescension, “Oh? Are you too stupid to understand safe words now? Whatever. I’ll sleep in another room tonight.” She scowled as you pushed past her to sleep off the rest of the alcohol but didn’t argue further.

The third time something truly paranormal transpired in your new home, you saw it. You saw it, and you nearly shit yourself.

After your last fight, or rather you scolding Jennie on sexual boundaries, you had been sleeping elsewhere. Upon hearing loud sobs one night, you assumed it was Jennie and went to check on her, but she was nowhere to be found in your room or bathroom.

Wandering down the hall to one of the other bedrooms, the cries became louder, but they were off. They didn’t sound like your wife; it sounded like a child crying. Peeking into the room, you saw a little girl curled into a ball on the floor crying.

“Hey… Are you okay? How did you get here?”

The girl’s cries stopped, and her head snapped around to you. Her eyes were vacant and lips purple; her skin was pale and lifeless with dark black veins contrasting deeply; in her forehead was a dark red, shotgun wound.

The girl opened her mouth and let out a shriek before crawling rapidly towards you. You screamed and stumbled backwards into the hall, running for the stairs, but the girl was faster. As she grabbed your ankle, you fell forward to tumble down the stairs, and then you jolted upright.

Sweat poured down your face, breathing heavy, and you glanced around the bedroom you had been sleeping in.

“Hey, are you okay?” Jennie whispered, kneeling by the bed you were in. You jolted away from her as your nightmare played back in your mind. She hushed you and moved to hold you anyway.

After several long minutes in silence, you whispered, “This house is stressing me out, Ni…”

“I know, babe. Let’s just have a day tomorrow. No work, no remodeling. Just us together, yeah?”

“Yeah…” This house was driving you crazy.

🎃

Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned into months.

The arguments continued, heightened even. The nightmares grew more terrifying and realistic. Your sanity thinned.

At your breaking point, you asked Jennie to move out with you. She refused. In the heat of the fight, you threatened divorce. You couldn’t take much more of this. She begged you to stay, give her and the house another chance. She insisted it was still just the stress taking a toll on your relationship, on your mental health. You just needed a night out to reconnect, she said.

And maybe you did.

The two of you went out into the town—got dolled up and had dinner at a nice restaurant, took a stroll in the park, and watched the sun set at the docks.

It was nice, and you fell in love with your wife all over again.

Coming home, feeling refreshed and giggling, you both made your way to your bedroom, stumbling as you couldn’t take your hands off one another. Clothes were stripped and discarded on your way, mouths hardly leaving one another’s skin.

You both fell to the bed, fighting for dominance as was normal for you, but Jennie ended up on top. She straddled one of your thighs, grinding down when you tensed the muscle, while you sat up, sucking dark, purple marks on her neck and chest.

Jennie continued taking her own pleasure, and you reached down and harshly pinched her clit. She moaned loudly, always a bit of a glutton for pain, and urged you to do it again.

One hand remained on her thin waist, helping her slide against your thigh as she lost herself to her own pleasure; the other hand moved up to pinch and circle her nipple. When it had peaked, you bit down as rough as you knew she could take. She screamed and shook.

You smiled against her breast and glanced up, excited to see your love in ecstasy after being distant.

Instead, you let out your own blood-curdling scream.

Jennie sat above you, neck snapped at an unnatural angle. Her eyes whited out, mouth dripping with black rot. Her exposed chest ripped open, heart still pumping as blood poured out and covered you both.

You sobbed and tossed Jennie onto the ground. She twitched, her head snapping up and falling to the other side.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Jennie gurgled, viscous black seeping down from her mouth and mixing with the clotting blood splattered across her chest.

You grabbed your stomach, covering your mouth before you could vomit on yourself, and felt wetness there. Pulling your hand away from your face, it was covered in thick, warm blood. You felt yourself choke on bile.

Coughing—choking—you gagged. Nothing came up, but you still felt so ill.

Sick. Tired. Crazy.

The house had driven you crazy. And not the normal kind from stupid stress either.

The house was fucking haunted, and it wanted to drag you to hell with whatever demons lived within.

🎃

Jennie was fine. After you hyperventilated and passed out, she took you to the hospital. Your doctor said that you were physically okay, but when you explained what caused you to go into shock, he had you put on a psych hold for a few days.

Nothing happened while you were in the hospital—no visions, no nightmares, no blood or gore or screaming—which only reaffirmed your belief that your house was hell on earth.

Jennie, unfortunately, couldn’t stay. You were worried about her being in that place by herself, but you reassured yourself that it seemed you had been the target of the Amityville House’s hatred anyway. So she would be fine.

She had to be fine.

Jennie was fine.

That’s what you kept reassuring yourself with.

🎃

You wished you had never bought that godforsaken house. You wished you had just bit the bullet—so to speak—and bought somewhere nicer, more expensive, but already fixed up. You wished you had let Jennie be mad about passing on the supernatural sale, but not literally murder you.

When you got out of the hospital, having to call a taxi to take you home since you couldn’t get a hold of your wife, you found that Jennie was not, in fact, fine.

She sat, catatonic, in your living room. You shook her, shouted, even slapped her, but she didn’t respond. You had resolved to call for an ambulance, but as soon as you turned your back, she was gone.

Jennie found you before you found her.

Something dark, evil had taken over your wife. Her eyes were glazed over and bloodshot around the iris. As you called out to her, trying to wake her to her senses, her head just tipped to the side.

Your nightmares came rushing back, and you squeezed your eyes shut hoping it was just another one.

Jennie tsked at you, “C’mon now, babe. It’s no fun if you don’t even run…” Her voice wasn’t garbled this time, but it still sounded wrong. It was missing her sweet lilt, her playfulness. It was scratchy. It almost sounded like another voice laid beneath her own. Mimicking her, but not really her.

You stumbled away, and Jennie advanced with the ax, mumbling “Catch ‘em, kill ‘em…” over and over and over.

It was over rather quickly, all things considered.

Jennie had never been that strong, but she was able to pin you down easily on the floor, burying the hatchet into your chest until it was split open—mimicking the vision that hers had been in your nightmare.

She stumbled backwards off of you and pulled a small gun out her pants’ waistband.

You laid on the ground, your own thick, warm blood gurgling up. You choked on it; you felt ill. You coughed; the blood splattered across your mouth and dripped down your neck right back into your own gaping chest. You would’ve felt bile rise up if you could’ve felt anything at all.

Jennie wrapped her lips around the muzzle of the gun.

She pulled the trigger; you heard the shot, but your vision was gone before you could see her fall.

The house dragged you both down to hell with it.

#blackpink #kim jennie #reader #kim jennie x reader #blackpink x reader #horror #smut #amityville horror au #oneshot #fictober

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lapis-lazuliie · 18 days

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gonna speculate a bit more about that two hander ep in the last series. spoilers under the cut ‼️

so from those awards behind reece, and those pics behind steve, it's pretty clear that steve's character is a very successful + respected psychotherapist

a couple routes this one could've gone down, but it's clear reeces character does have a connection to steve's; whether he was a former patient who died at steve's hand, or is the relative of one of steve's former patients remains to be seen. either way, it's for sure going to have some connection to the eps title "the trolley problem"

in my head - and this could be very far off - but from appearance alone, this gives me david & tommy vibes. so you've got a mentally ill man paired with someone successful + respected working in the medical field who is possibly trying to put the past behind himself, to move on from this role. the awards indicate to me that they're just trophies, memorabilia from his time as a therapist - basing this off of spencer in simon says having awards and pics about his flat from his time working on the ninth circle & tommy in bernie clifton being surrounded by the props belonging to his former life as a comedian

so maybe steve doesn't actually do this anymore - he's either moved on or is retired - but reece is so desperate for help that steve lets him in; letting his guard down for reece to dig a bit more into this person responsible for his own/a loved ones passing

a psychotherapists main area is 'talk therapy', meaning they talk with their client. unpack their problems, help them to understand their own mind

so it makes complete sense that the episode is just going to be steve & reece, as another person could interrupt that flow, take us out of this rapport these characters are going to grow throughout the episode

i'm gonna be honest, i've been praying and hoping for a "client/therapist" dynamic since thinking out loud but i thought it'd be too similar to that glimpse we saw with the therapist and nadine. but looks like they've gone for it

god i'm so excited for this ‼️

#in9 #ttp #rl pics #she speaks

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frommybookbook · 1 month

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Perry Mason questionnaire!

TV show or movies?

2. Tragg or Andy?

3. Do you think Perry and Burger were friends despite their courtroom rivalry?

4. Theories on who Paul Jr.'s mom could be?

5. Was Burger a successful DA when he wasn't up against Perry?

6. Did Perry take other clients that we didn't see, clients who may have been guilty and plead that way from the start?

Oooo, I love these! Thanks for asking, @organanation!

TV show, for sure. I love the movies but my heart belongs to the TV show.

Tragg, always Tragg. Ray Collins is perfect and Book!Tragg is incredibly fantastic as well. (if you think the TV show is hella gay, I beg of you, please read the books; I just read one where Tragg tracks Perry and Paul to a sauna and Perry literally invites him to get naked to interview them)

I don't know if I would say friends, but I think they were friendly, at least in the TV universe (books are a different story when it comes to Hamilton). I think the TV show went a long way towards making Hamilton a more likeable, respectable character and I do think that he and Perry respected each other and their grasp of the law. I don't think they're ever poker buddies or anything like that, but I think at a dinner party or Bar Association dinner they could share a conversation and a drink without getting into a brawl.

I think she's just an old girlfriend of Paul's. In my headcanon (shameless plug for my fic, "The Younger One") she's a former lounge singer named Nancy.

Yes, I think he was. Remember, the DA is an elected position and Hamilton Burger served at least 2 terms over the course of the show. No DA, especially in LA County, is going to be re-elected if they're bad at their job.

He definitely had other clients and I'm sure some of them did take plea deals. We see in canon that several episodes end with him telling his newly-acquitted client that the real killer has a strong case for self-defense, etc., and says he's going to defend them. Most notably I'm thinking of the ending of TCOT Baited Hook.

I'd love to hear your thoughts, @theperrylleluniverse, @caseopened, and @pmdpbarbara

#perry mason #ask game #in my mind #book!tragg is played by burt lancaster #his and perry's flirting is off the charts

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keldae · 1 year

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So my roleplaying buddy Jonal and I went in on a commission from Danpur (on the Artists and Clients website, according to Jonal!), featuring our respective main characters in one of the sketchier areas of Coruscant during a story we wrote. We just got the finished art today, and I LOVE IT.

Xaja is mine, Jonal Bol'garra is the Mando who belongs to my buddy. And the amazing artwork is Danpur, who doesn't have a Tumblr, but his Twitter handle (for those still using the Other Hellsite) is @danpurnm.

(Ask nicely, and I'll share the story with you lovelies too. 😉)

#swtor #xaja #jonal bol'garra #friend's oc #not my art #but i wish it was!#like... daaaaaayum #the lineart!#the colouring!#xaja taerich #jedi #mandalorian #mando #coruscant #Danpur #rp verse

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rufinator · 7 months

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Some Etsy Icons for some wonderful clients!

-Do Not Use, Characters belong to their respectful owners-

My Shop

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mast3r-rainb0w · 11 months

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[C] 'M+L' RPG Style: Prf. Renderer Grizzleton (OC) by Mast3r-Rainb0w

A commission I made for a client via DeviantArt. It’s an original character/OC drawn in the artstyle of “Mario & Luigi” RPG series, such as Superstar Saga, Partners in Time, and/or Bowser’s Inside Story. OC belongs to their respective owner. Enjoy!

#my artwork #mario and luigi style #mario and luigi rpg style #mario & luigi rpg #mario & luigi rpg style #mario and luigi superstar saga #mario and luigi partners in time #oc #original character #professor renderer #professor renderer grizzleton #professor #e gadd #vaccuum cleaner #vaccuum #bear #green bear #scientist

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lehguru · 2 years

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hi hi ! could i request a tokimitsu “meet-cute” situation where a flirty reader works at a coffee shop and writes their number on his coffee cup?

FLIRTY BARISTA + TOKIMITSU AOSHI

warnings: gender neutral!reader; not proofread + check pinned post for request status and rules

tokimitsu loves to go to coffee shops. he is anxious – almost – all the time, but something on the ambience of coffee shops completely relaxed him. from the nice smell of fresh coffee and baked goods to the soft chatter of people, everything seemed to have a life of its own, and aoshi loved it.

that week, he discovered a new shop that just opened. everyone that went there talked about how nice and good it was. everything from the ambient to the food and costumer service was amazing. well, after all those compliments, he had to check out for himself right?

surprisingly, when he arrived – a little too early in the morning – the shop was almost empty. just a few people were sitting there, most looked like young adults doing university works on their laptops. as soon as he passed through the glass door, a small bell clicked above his head. from the counter, a head peeked up and smiled at him, making his heart stop.

you were easily the prettiest person he ever seen in his entire life. as soon as he saw the way you smiled at him and welcomed him into the shop, he wanted to turn around and run away. but... that would be even more embarrassing.

he breathed in and came up to you at the cashier. he tried to smile back, but he was so nervous that it just looked like he was about to cry.

— what can i get you today? – god, even your voice sounded heavenly. he felt guilty for wanting to hear it more and more.

— h-hum, – he cleared his throat and scanned the menu, checking if the shop had his favorite options. happily, he noticed that yes and quickly told you his order— can i get a medium cappuccino with cinnamon and a brownie?

— sure, anything else? – as he shook his head 'no', you picked up a cup and a pen, getting ready to write his name— whats your name?

with a trembling voice, he murmured a soft and shy "tokimitsu". you giggled at his nervous behavior and smirked, looking up and staring directly into his eyes.

— your name is pretty, just like you.

aoshi's entire face burned up and he quickly picked up the money from his wallet and put it on the counter. he didn't look at your face again, even if he could hear you laugh softly at his embarassment. as soon as you gave him his change, he walked – almost runned – to a table and sat down, wanting to bury his face on the wood.

his mind raced with a million thoughts. did you really think he is pretty? i mean, he is not exactly the prettiest or hottest guy he ever saw. in his eyes, his appearance was average. he didn't really comprehended what you saw on him.

in what seemed to be a minute, your sweet and wonderful voice called out his name. aoshi perked up almost like a puppy and walked to the counter, almost following your voice.

you gave him the cup and tapped softly on the side. when he looked at it, he noticed a bunch of numbers scribbled down. your phone number?

— call me or text me, anything you want, pretty boy. – you told him before going back to your work.

tokimitsu was stunned by how straightforward you were. he just grabbed his coffee and his brownie and walked out of the shop, completely flustered and almost bumping into a client that was walking in.

but, despite his shyness... he definitely texted you later.

2022 © content belongs to lehguru, but the characters used on them belong to their respective creators!!

#aoshi tokimitsu #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock x reader fluff #bllk headcanons #bllk x reader fluff #tokimitsu x y/n #tokimitsu x you #tokimitsu x reader #tokimitsu x reader fluff #tokimitsu aoshi #tokimitsu x reader drabble #tokimitsu drabble #tokimitsu fluff

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randombtsprincessa · 1 year

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Bantam & Alabaster

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Min Yoongi x Reader (2nd POV)

Words: 3k

Genre: Smut

Rating: Mature (18+)

Summary: A private bid. A Christmas party. And an irresistible but infuriating man...

Content Advisory - Rivals to lovers, auction house! setting, rich people lifestyle, private bidding on unnecessary but beautiful historic artifacts, non explicit smut

A/N: I know I know! I promised another smut soon! but this is a present for my gorgeous and sadly a bit neglected @sugarwithtea (HI BUBBLEGUM TIS I SNOWDROP AND I AM VERY SORRY FOR BEING A LESS THAN PERFECT SECRET SANTA!) I hope you had a fantastic holiday and that you can bring yourself to forgive me for bailing but life got in the way! Your present is a little less smutty for now because I wasn’t sure how ok you’ll be reading that from a stranger on the get go! I still hope you like it tho! and if you want a long drawn version of this just lemme know! Love you bubblegum!

The conference room was quiet - empty when you were led into it. The ever respectful Manager bowed low when you walked past him to deposit your things on the table, turning to look at him.

“You said you had news.” You said, removing your gloves.

“I do, ma’am. Please get comfortable, I will have some refreshments sent; what would you care to have?”

“Water would be nice, thank you.” You moved to the far end of the room, looking out the window at the thick snowfall. With another bow, the Manager left you in there with your thoughts. Most of them being why on earth were you invited when you could just have been reached at your work or residence.

You pulled your coat tighter against your sides, a sigh fogging the window pane when the door swung open again. A younger man stood with a tray holding…two glasses of water and as he entered, placing the tray on the table; the Manager reappeared with another figure following him.

You inhaled sharply, posture stiffening. The sound caught the other person’s attention, the man’s head jerking towards where you stood before looking at the Manager askance.

“What is the meaning of this?” He asked.

“Forgive me for all the fuss, Sir - Madam. You see, the item the both of you privately bid on is well - tied between the two of you - again.”

“That makes no sense. It was a private bid.” You circled the table to get closer to the men.

“Hence the privacy.” The Manager motioned towards the conference room. “The two of you are our most respected and most keen clients. We rely on your patronage and would like for things to be polite and sorted calmly. So we leave it up to you to mitigate the rights to the purchase.”

“Preposterous; you can’t expect a customer to give up a buy to another. What do you think we do with our money, flush it down the drain?”

“Is that the purpose of the toilet you got just last year?” You asked quietly, trying to be rhetorical. Only, you were heard.

“It was a chamber pot, one that was used by royalty - unlike you with that roll of toilet paper you got -”

“It was a hand painted scroll from the 15th century you assho-”

“Please calm yourselves!” The Manager spoke up, a clap resounding in the domed room. He delved into his jacket pocket and fetched an enameled box, possibly holding the pin you had bid on. He placed it at the center of the table, going to the door.

“We have about three hours before the next auction. The room is yours till then. Please try not to break anything.” He shut the door on the two of you without another look back.

The two of you stared at the closed doors before glancing at one another. You didn’t speak again, migrating to the two opposing chairs at the ends of the conference table and sitting down, eyes fixed on the enamel box.

Gorgeous, clever and twice as rich as you, Min Yoongi was perhaps the only person you would claim as a rival. In matters of collecting antiquities only, of course. You and Yoongi belonged to very different circles in life to be considered even acquaintances.

For one, he came from old money - old money. He had an estate measuring in several acres that had been in his family for ages and he grew steadily richer with each passing year due to his intelligent investments.

You were new money. You had worked your own way up the investment hierarchy and your existence in the elite circle only caused news because you were a woman who had hit it big without a ‘daddy.’

It was perhaps pretty clear to everyone that the awkward way you mingled in the country club parties and yacht meets meant that you weren’t born to this life. But you had earned it. So you were there. As was Min Yoongi. While you relished the fact that he had had a ‘daddy’ in his life, you hated the fact that he was smart enough to earn his keep as well.

And that was probably what kept you two at each other’s throats about ownership.

He felt you didn’t have the merit of owning these relics. You felt that he didn’t have the taste.

The first time you’d met had been an office party for young and upcoming new ‘talents’ in the market. In your freshly laundered black pants and white top, you’d feel reassured of your place when you were introduced to the Mogul’s prodigy, Min Yoongi. You had held out your hand to be shaken but Yoongi only grasped it lightly, almost as if repulsed by the touch of you. You’d snatched your hand back from the lukewarm greeting, grimacing when Yoongi spent the rest of his time ignoring you.

There was a small part in you that whispered that Min was probably just shy or wasn’t in the mood to be meeting people. That didn’t stop you from swiping up the antique hourglass that was the auction piece for the charity part of the event. Paying in the leagues of thousands and thousands, not only did you make sure the money went where it was supposed to - with cuts to specific people, of course - you also made a big show of simpering at the fact that Min Yoongi had his eye on the thing and had failed to win from you.

That must have bothered him because the next time you were at a charity gala, your mind made up to get a nice hand carved chair for your vanity, Min Yoongi was there too - simple but beautiful in a classic suit and bidding aggressively on the same piece.

You credited your defeat to him to shock mostly - because you hadn’t expected him to be there, and hadn’t thought he would care about a chair of all things.

You’d clinked your nails against the champagne flute, meeting Min’s eyes as he signed the check, his face emotionless but eyes deep and dark.

Touche, Mr. Min.

The last time you’d faced him in another auction had been a loss too, but then you hadn’t been as interested in a pocket watch as you’d been in simply showing up at an event Min had planned.

You took great pride in him choking on his whiskey when he caught you, your sheath dress fluttering against your legs as you bid him hello. He’d bid on his own damn watch out of sheer ego and you’d enjoyed the sight of him looking nervous as he paid the bid, returning the watch back to himself because he was afraid you’d win.

As ever, you found greater pleasure in ruffling the man’s feathers than you did in hoarding up treasures.

This though…

The pin was a wonder of silver, diamond and quartz. As ethereal as it was light, you wanted that pin and you were going to have it - you’d known it since you saw the listing in the online auction brochure.

But it seemed…so had Min Yoongi.

You glanced up at the man once, studying his posture. Min had carefully brushed his dark hair back, now long enough to kiss his nape. His glasses lay midway on the bridge of his nose and he had unbuttoned the black suit jacket of his. His shirt underneath was black silk and you could only wonder how heavenly the fabric would feel in your hands. His legs were crossed, one hand on his knee. A heavy signet ring, embossed with a heraldic ‘M’ adorned the finger mindlessly tapping a rhythm against the bone.

You watched him watch the snow for a while, before his eyes flicked to you.

You looked away quickly, clearing your throat to dismiss the unhealthy arousal Min Yoongi flamed in you.

Yes, as much as you considered him to be somewhat of a rival to your position and standing, you also wholeheartedly admitted that he was one very attractive person. And while it wasn’t necessary that every attractive person had to turn your stomach in waves at their proximity, sadly Yoongi was one of those people.

You were noble enough to admit your attraction to him. You were also smart enough to avoid those feelings.

“Do you really want the pin?”

You looked up from your phone at the man. 45 minutes had passed since the door had closed the two of you inside and as none of you had decided to break the silence first, you’d set up a little work station. Unlike Yoongi, you had to be on top of your own businesses.

But it seemed that Yoongi had finally decided to cut to the chase. His own phone was out and while it was perfectly likely that he was working as well, you refused to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Do you?” You shot back.

Yoongi snorted. “I don’t waste effort on things I don’t want, Y/N.”

You licked your lips at the possible double meaning of his words, looking down at your emails again. “Well, neither do I.” You mumbled, sighing. “It’s a pin and I mean to wear it, why are you interested?”

Min shrugged. “I was hoping to give it to someone.”

Oxygen escapes your lungs in a huff. Your eyes rushed to meet his face while you internally scoffed at yourself. Of course, he must have someone. He was rich, beautiful, and intelligent. It wouldn’t be ridiculous that someone would want him.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were attached.”

“I’m not.”

Your gaze sharpened and your previous doubts of his character bubbled to the surface again. “Of course,” You clipped back at him.

It was at your tone that Yoongi let the phone clatter to the desk as he crossed his arms. “Why do you dislike me so, Miss ___?”

“I don’t dislike you.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“I could ask you the same question.” You stood up from your workstation, moving to stand midway from your seat and his. “The first day you met me, you shook my hand as if I was giving you a snake. You didn’t even properly look at me and you’ve been dickish ever since. I get it! I get that I'm not from your country club or a yachting member that was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. You don’t have to be such a snob about it. Also all that crap about not wasting effort on things you don’t want? I don’t believe you. I saw the whole fiasco with the pocket watch.”

Yoongi stayed leaning back in his chair, arms crossed while he waited for your pent up tirade to ease.

“You’ve been keeping all that in for a long time.” He smirked, getting to his feet as well, meeting you in the middle.

“I was having a bad day the time I met you. I was sick of people and all I wanted was to be with my mother while she was sick. However, being who I am, I am expected to show up. I realized very soon that I rubbed you off the wrong way and I regret it. I agree that I can come off as ‘dickish’ a lot of times but please know, I wasn’t actively trying to be that way with you. Also, I am not snobbish about your origins. If anything, I respect the fact that you work so hard. It’s rare to find that in my country club or yacht members. I like you because of the fact that you never had a silver spoon in your mouth. And of course I wanted the pocket watch back, it was my mother’s.”

He leaned his hand on the table, light catching his ring.

“You like me?” You asked, suspicious. “You respect me?”

“Of course, I quite enjoy watching your way about the market. It’s refreshing.” He smiled fully now, sincerely.

“Oh,” You loosened your arms, awkwardly looking out the window. “Listen, if you want the pin you can have it. I mean, it’s nice that you’re going to give it to someone. Your mother?”

His smile turned sad. “No, my mother passed away some months back. I kept it out of the news.”

“Oh.” The final nail had been hammered. You couldn’t take away your sinking feeling of guilt at having misjudged him. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. So, were you serious? I can have the pin?”

You looked over at the enamel box wistfully. But you supposed you could give it over…waving the white flag as it were…

“Sure.”

“Fantastic,” He swiped the box from the table, stepping away from you. You watched him collect his things, a little empty on the inside. At the door, he turned back to give you a smile. “I’ll let the Manager know of our agreement. Also, ___, I have a Christmas party next week at my mansion. I would love for you to be there; I’ll have all the information sent over to your secretary.”

And then he was gone.

Min Yoongi kept his word.

The next weekend, you entered his mansion in a sleek, silk white gown. The dress fitted you closely, reminding you of the silk shirt you had seen Yoongi wear the last time you had been in the same room with him.

“Miss ___, welcome, may I take your things?”

You smiled at the woman greeting you, handing over your shawl and coat. Free from the heavy whatnot protecting you from the outside elements you stepped further into the warm home, a small amount of people already crawling about the marble floors.

Most of them were old men, some avuncular and others leery. You sighed, preparing to rub customary elbows with them, hoping that their wives would keep you better company. It was when you fetched some champagne to give you a boost when you felt his gaze.

You glanced up at the swirling grand staircase instinctively, catching the man’s eyes. In a stunning tuxedo, Yoongi sipped at the glass delicately, watching you closely. You gave him a small smile - a sign of you willing to behave yourself tonight and his own lips quirked around the edge of his flute.

Even as you watched, Yoongi placed his ringed hand on the banister, beginning to climb down to where you stood.

“Miss ___?”

You turned to see one of the kinder old men, smiling as he held his hand out.

“I’m Mr. Jung. I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself yet.”

You quickly reached out to shake the man’s hand, smiling. “Mr. Jung, I have heard of you, of course!”

He chuckled. “Well, yes, and I you…I wasn’t expecting you to be at the Min Estate.”

Your smile faltered.

“And why is that?”

“Well, it’s common knowledge the two of you are rather at odds.” The man raised his glass to take a sip before changing shades as he caught something over your head.

“___ and I are taking a little break from the rivalry, Mr. Jung.”

You felt him before you heard him, turning a little to give Yoongi a relieved smile. “Yeah, we’re trying to be friends.” You shrugged, playing along.

“Please, excuse us.”

Yoongi caught your elbow, leading you away from the party and into a long hallway below the staircase.

“Where are you taking me, Min?” You asked when he stopped at some double doors. He fished out a key to open them, pushing them in and letting you enter first.

“I have something for you.”

Yoongi flicked lights on, a chandelier and bracket torches lining the walls of the luxuriant study. “I took over my father’s study when I took over the business. I don’t like to come in here unless I’m looking for quiet.”

He went behind the desk while you moved to the windows, looking over the grounds.

“Thank you for inviting me to the party.” You said politely.

Yoongi hummed, studying you from his chair.

“So, why did you bring me here?”

“I told you; I have something for you.”

“Ah,” You clicked your fingernails against the glass you held, “What would that be?”

He smiled slightly. “Are you always this impatient?”

You smiled right back. “Are you always this cryptic?”

The smile widened as he stood up. “Only when I need to be.” Yoongi walked around the desk and held out a familiar enamel box. “Here, this is yours.”

I stared at the box holding the pin. “Yoongi…I thought you said you wanted to give this to someone.”

“True. It was you. I wanted to give it to you. So you can imagine my surprise and frustration when it was you who was the competing bidder. I can’t even surprise you with something in peace.”

You stared at him for so long he had to open the box himself, bringing out the length of quartz and pin it to your updo carefully. You reached up to touch the edge when he was done, the diamond cluster cold against your fingers. “What am I to understand from this? This is a very expensive apology.”

“I don’t expend effort on things I don’t want, Miss ___.” He smirked when your breath hitched at the reminder. “So you can consider it an apology. Or you can consider it a Christmas present. Or you can shut up and fuck me like I know you’ve been dying to. I certainly haven’t thought of anything but getting you out of that dress since I saw you walk in.”

Yoongi reached for your wrist with a bracing strength, pulling you into his body. You didn’t gasp, you didn’t even blink at his overture. You knew he was right, there was no way either you or he was walking out of this room without losing one or more articles of clothing.

You pushed Yoongi back till he was against his desk, hands shoving off his suit jacket. His suspenders went next, then his belt and your shoes.

In the end, Yoongi took you against the windows. Your dress lay forgotten on the floor of his study and only his shirt stayed on, balled into your desperate fists as he moved inside of you, lips too close and panting but never kissing.

Yoongi and you spent over an hour in his study, his mouth making intimately good friends with your body as he brought you pleasure twice more. You never kissed, your lipstick pristine even as you put your dress back on, covering the bruises from his passionate fucking in silk.

“We should do this more often.” Yoongi grinned, hair bedraggled from your hands and in no hurry to put it right.

You snorted. “I expected more from you than a paltry apology fuck, Min.” You slipped on your heels, feeling him behind you.

“Oh you’ll get more, ___. Maybe next time I can interest you in a kitchen fuck where I cook you dinner? Or maybe a yacht fuck, to an island getaway of your choice?”

“Tempting,” You wrapped an arm around his neck. “We’ll just have to see, won’t we?” You smiled mockingly at each other as you exited back to his alabaster ballroom, knowing that you were going to take him up on his offer soon enough.

#bss2022 #bangtansecretsanta

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missis-maple394 · 10 months

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Quick SKETCH15USD illustration comm for @/FlickyNicky! This one is funny, I was happy to work on this! This is referenced from animal getting stung by a bee, it looks painful at first; but goofy to look at them around! This is my character name Pino U. Polaris; He is a plush doll of polar bear variant, and an Ice Prince Commander. An abrasive, ruthless and straightforward prince taken the role of being King. One of eldest Ursus Siblings, in total of 3; pictured in my doodle section!

I'm very strict of my characters/stories, so please be respectful of my works to avoid flanderization. My client is great friend of mine who enjoyed our silly jokes together, that he knows this isn't canon to my story when it comes meme-y template. I hope you'll find amusing with this commissioned work, I had a great time drawing over. :)

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reddragon-cowboy · 1 year

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Few updates to my rules section ! I hope many whom have followed me have at least glimpsed at my rules section before following because it shows how my mind works . PLEASE READ .

Semi-Selective & Private .

I prefer to interact with mutuals but if you’re interested send me a dm and we can try to work something out between muses. However, I do have the right to decline a muse - this only happens if I feel uncomfortable with the character or type of genre they belong to. Non mutuals are allowed to send asks. And even personal accounts ( non rp blogs) are allowed to as well with the anonymous option.

The highest chance of me following you back is when you have a written bio and rules page available for me to read. It’ll also help if you have a mobile navigation option that links to your information since most times I'm not able to use my computer at the moment.

Communication .

I’m highly communicative. And also as an artist who may take in a client for a commission, communication is specifically important when doing business and makes the process flow smoother & quicker for me. I also don’t like to leave people hanging in my dms and try to answer as soon as I’m able.

With that said, there are times I’ll communicate with a mun either for more info about a scene, info on their muse, etc. Yet, there have been times where I might even ask a simple question about a thread so I can make a proper reply, but the other don’t respond, even for a whole 2 weeks or more despite them interacting on the dash with other threads and the like. By that time I’ve most likely lost some or most interest in the thread ( or even their muse ) because I’ll get the impression they’re no longer interested in my muse or me as a person.

Just a warning, I can’t see us being compatible as partners if you’re not able to communicate with me. Point blank. It’s just the way of how I work as a professional business partner or even in this regard as an rp partner. I only yearn to give out a good reply that’ll satisfy my partner so I don’t make a mistake. Of course, I’ll understand if you’re busy or something happening irl that takes higher priority, but I'd appreciate it if I would be made aware in someway if that's the case.

I also can pick up if someone who used to be super friendly and excited about interacting is now giving the cold shoulder, acting not as interested anymore, or seem to deliberately ignore my dm if I send one. If there is anything wrong, just tell me if I’ve made you upset or anything. We are both adults. Or I’ll just simply unfollow and keep it moving.

I do best with partners who show a mutual interest in me and my muses, as in: talking ooc between muns, sharing ideas, putting forth effort and energy as much as a I am, blowing up my dms or asks, etc. This stimulates me and keeps my mind running due to the fact I'm always tired and lethargic. If our convos seem less enthused or one-sided, it would be difficult for me to determine if you're actually interested or not, and at this point I'd feel like a bother and feel discouraged from interacting, responding to a thread, or sending a dm - I got anxiety so yeah. I'm not too comfy with sending more than one message if the first one or second hasn't been answered cause I'd feel like a bother.

Important note

I'm also aware of the issue between male and female muses, how male muses tend to gain a lot more attention than female muses for whatever reason. I've lived through it and experienced this for many years, and it was soo bad I pretty much left the rpc community because of it. I know when someone chooses to ignore my female when she's brought up and instead focuses on my male muse instead; I'm not dumb and can see it for what it is. I try to give everyone a chance and I love oc's; the hard work people put in to create a dynamic character of their own mind to make something original and new. That's talent and skill on your part and I admire and respect the hard work you put in to create them. But I can also hope you downright don't deliberately ignore my female muse, or more if I choose to make another, or when I ever mention them. Niah is just as special to me as well as Spike, and I talk about them equally.

Following.

I don’t do follow for follow. If you’re following me with the pure intention of gaining a follow in return, you can forget it. It will further tell me you’re not sincere nor truly interested in interacting with me or my muse. In fact, I’m may not be sure why you followed me in the first place. unless you just like my muse or writing then I'm flattered ;3;

When I follow, it’s a huge indicator that shows my interest in your muse for the pure intention of interacting between muses and muns, and with that in mind, I will usually send out a message that shows my interest - I always do. 95% of the time I’m usually the first to reach out to anyone through a dm and wanting to know more about their muse and share ideas.

However, if I do choose to follow you and you don’t follow back or don’t respond to the first message I may send, I’ll get the impression you don’t want to interact with me or my muse, and will decide to unfollow after around 2 weeks has passed so I can keep my dash uncluttered. I’ll also unfollow/soft block if you don’t show interest in interacting with my muse or me at all after around 1 or 2 months. I can refollow though if you are interested.

mun ≠ muse

This really shouldn't have to be said. But whatever Spike might do or say that might cause offense to your muse doesn't imply I dislike you or agree with what he might do. I don't want to be accused thinking I hate them just because my muse might be a little mean or snarky. Spike sometimes ( depending on his mood ) can be rude, crude, wry, and say a misogynic remark- due to his past experiences of betrayal. I don't wanna sugar coat his words or filter him too much. The Spike Spiegel you see in cowboy bebop is quite similar to how I write him with just a few deviations from canon.

Shipping.

I also encourage oc x canon on this blog. I myself ship an oc and canon character on this blog, and I love to see other people do it. As well as canon x canon or self-insert x canon. It's all for fun and inspires creativity !

As for rp, it’s all about that CHEMISTRY BABy! That…oh soo sweet….slow burn of chemistry that will set the heart of this Dragon Heart to sizzle aflame. If Spike teases you a lot, he might like you, or maybe he’s teasing for the fun of it, who knows? But please don’t take it personal if Spike might not like your muse the same way. It’s fine if your muse has a crush on him, but unless you want your muse feelings hurt, don’t force it on him, for he has no problem with turning someone down. Niah is also open for shipping in a seperate verse if you're interested!

Due to Spike's past experiences, I am particularly selective with shipping Spike with other characters but might be open to it if there’s chemistry between muns (ooc) and Spike had many interactions with muse enough to know if their compatible enough.

Anyway, if you don't agree to these rules, you are allowed to unfollow ! Thank you!

#( ooc ) the mun.#psa #blog rules #I'll add more to this later #I been wanting to update a few things

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narcoticwriter · 1 year

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Spin the Wheel & Get Some Crack Pairs!

@eujean

I'm bored, so I did this. Again. Includes all playable characters plus Al Haitham, Kaveh, Dehya, Mika, and Paimon.

Using '&' because whatever it's up to the interpretation of the viewer. Some will be longer than others because eh.

Arataki Itto & Sangonomiya Kokomi

PFFT LMAO- He is absolutely not on her level and her social battery would be gone within thirty minutes. Unless they get along, then maybe it would go up.

This dynamic is as 50/50 as a coin toss and I'm here for it.

Nahida & Kuki Shinobu

This would be nice, actually. I can see Nahida being able to destress her a bit and Shinobu would also take care of her. Funny shenanigans in the beginning due to Nahida's looks and mannerisms would be fluffy and quite entertaining.

Solid dynamic.

Yun Jin & Yoimiya

Awww this would be nice to see. Y'all, if you didn't see Yun Jin during Lantern Rite looking at the fire works, you need to watch the video because she would totally do the same with Yoimiya's. They would talk and talk and Yoimiya would make her feel so welcome.

Actually one of her voicelines about Kazuha is like 'people who talk about poetic stuff have great stories and are trying to hide certain things' and Yun Jin absolutely does speak in that way sometimes so her letting down her walls and getting the truth would also be really good.

This would never happen, but it's nice to think about.

Nilou & Kujou Sara

. . . oooh. Oh this could be good. I haven't watched Nilou's story quest yet, but from what I hear, she's extremely intertwined with the community at large. She has a healthy level of dependency on people that is communal and is also quite interpersonally connected.

This contrasts with Sara's solitude and the distance she places on herself from others and any idea of a close relationship. She cares about them and treats them fairly, but she's not all that enthusiastic about the idea of knowing them personally.

In short, I'd pay to see what happens next.

Fischl & Kamisato Ayato

Oh, fuck me, I'm laughing out loud at this.

Instant crackery. Bonus if Ayato tries to cook Oz.

Lisa & Thoma

It's giving honest and loving caretaker and terminally ill charge getting close to death's door in a specific scenario that belongs to a specific niche of content.

Outside of this convoluted take of mine, it'd be very wholesome and very much two care-giving figures taking care of their respective responsibilities AKA the Kamisato siblings and Mondstadt in general.

It makes me feel comfortable and tended to.

Dehya & Yanfei

Dori can absolutely afford Yanfei's egregious prices in the case that Dehya unintentionally busts some heads she ought to have not had in an intense moment or two.

Or Yanfei hires her as a bodyguard while she goes through Sumeru as the Akademiya have a vested interest in her 'disappearing' as they know they cannot win against her as she's helping her client there sue for fraud and memory theft that was totally greenlit by some figureheads in the Akademiya.

In summary: Better Call Saul, but for Genshin Impact.

Rosaria & Yae Miko

. . . would Rosaria be able to not try to kill her over how absolutely suspicious she is? Would she run and hide instead? Could she even do that?

It would be funny up until Yae Miko got drunk in Angel's Share in Rosaria's presence. Would pay to find out if there were casualties.

Mika & Eula

THE WHEEL HAS SPOKEN. HOYOVERSE SHALL PROVIDE.

No but seriously, Eula being canonically terrible with directions and Mika canonically being her cartographer is just peak crack as the potential for clownery is astronomical.

Bonus if some of that confidence rubs off on the kid and Eula can have a proud parent moment for herself. She deserves it.

Bennett & Collei

(cue a whole bunch of awws and coos)

Bennett gets lost and Collei finds him and they go through the forest together with all the hijinks you'd expect. Collei gets another friend and Bennett gets another friend. Everyone wins.

B-but his bad luck- SHUT UP THEY'RE FRIENDS NOW.

Kaedehara Kazuha & Tartaglia

Wow. I don't know what to think about this, to be honest. They wouldn't interact all the time, as Kazuha is hardly sedentary in any way, but every time they do happen to meet, maybe they spar before catching up.

I feel like Kazuha's demeanor would put Childe at ease and on edge at the same time, but Childe also wants to trust him and to be trusting. This is a good thing as Kazuha is very honest and upright despite his initially flowery words.

They part ways with lighter hearts than before, that's for sure.

Ganyu & Barbara

It would have to be through letters because what time do they have to leave their jobs and self-imposed obligations? They'd be very nice and polite to each other but other than that? Nothing much, really.

Lukewarm.

Beidou & Zhongli

I honestly choked when I saw the wheel do this shit to me and I feel like I've expounded on it more than enough on my harem blog, but I will say this:

Beidou will not make the mistake of going shopping with him twice.

Biased as hell, but I would love to see them interact in canon.

Dori & Sayu

Dori would be pretty surprised when Sayu dropped the mora for the price of a high-quality comforter to sleep in. She almost threw in a free pillow out of shock. Almost.

It would happen once, but not ever again.

Faruzan & Chongyun

These two are in completely different fields and lives. Their personalities are so obtuse that it's impossible to see them interact. No one has ever considered these two before. Not even me.

Which is precisely why they would bond over the unfair circumstances that life has thrown against them that were completely beyond their control.

Give us that 300K slow burn complete strangers to comrades fanfic. You know who you are.

And now, for the grand finale . . . spinning the wheel three times each for this one.

Hu Tao & Wanderer

. . .

I don't know what this dynamic would be, but sign me the fuck up.

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lancercross · 11 months

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rosemary-morgan · 2 years

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Witcher Gaetan x F.Reader - Temptress (Part 1)

(Pictures are not mine! Found on Pinterest/Google - Collage made by myself)

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

Far too much time has passed since my last story. Anyway, I'm excited to start a new fandom and yes, here it is. A story about the witcher Gaetan.

There aren't many stories about him. Well, I've tried it. It's not that easy to describe his character properly, since not much is known about Gaetan.

Hope you'll enjoy it, my lovely bees 🐝🧡

Summary: Gaetan has never cared much for humans, but after hunting for a succubus in the woods he soon finds himself changing his mind...

Warning: violence, mention of sexual abuse

Temptress (Part 1)

Painfully, any other man would moan under the unpleasant and hot sun. But Gaetan could handle it, as well as any other Witcher. Their bodies could withstand quite a bit, not to mention their immune systems. Gaetan was a young Witcher of the cat school. The cats had not the best reputation, and for good reason. Most members were not capable of feeling remorse or compassion for others. However, Gaetan was not that bad and he seemed to stand out from the rest of his comrades. Still, no Witcher had it easy, because, in the end, people despised them and treated them without any respect. Such things drove Gaetan to rage, yet he knew that the humans could not help it. In the end, most of them were simply ignorant and afraid of everything that they could not comprehend with their minds. So anger was not an option. In the end, he depended on people's money, since hunting monsters could only be done by an experienced Witcher. Here in Nazair, the atmosphere seemed to be more relaxed than in Novigrad. At least the food was much better and the people seemed to be much more friendly towards strangers. This was probably due to the fact that most merchants were only too happy to have a Witcher as a customer, since they were willing to pay a lot of money for excellent goods. But Gaetan was not here for pleasure, but to earn some coin. Monsters were everywhere, and Gaetan was sure that the people of Nazair would pay well.

"Repent! All you sinners!"

Gaetan turned his gaze in the direction from which the loud, imperious voice could be heard. In the middle of the market stood a man in a long robe. It was clear that he was a member of the Eternal Fire. The Witcher was surprised that they had already traveled so far. Mainly, they were represented in Novigrad, but since Nazair belonged to the northern kingdoms, it was only a matter of time before the eternal fire would spread its hatred here as well.

"Don't let scum like non-humans live among us! Witches, elves, dwarves, dopplers! All these creatures will be our downfall! We will bring the anger of the gods upon us! Wake up before it's too late!"

Gaetan just smiled mockingly as he heard the man's hate speech. The cat had no nerve for such bullshit, so he left these scene immediately.

Gaetan's only goal at the moment was to find some desperate person who would have a job for him. And a lucky man he should be, because he soon found something interesting. The Witcher didn't hesitate for long and approached the signboard, tore one of the flyers from it, and looked at the drawing on it. With an amused grin, he eyed the image of a naked female figure. Long hair, plump breasts, horns on her head, a tail - Clearly a succubus. This could possibly get very interesting.

'We ask a Witcher for help! This ungodly creature seduces men and turns their wives into widows! A big reward will be paid!'

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The contract was signed by a certain priest called Nuberus Attayar. Instantly, the Witcher made his way to the contractor to talk about the reward that will await him. For an experienced Witcher like Gaetan, this should not be a big challenge.

According to the contract, the client was in a church not far from here. Immediately he went there and when the cat entered the church, all eyes were on him. The sudden change in temperature was felt, as well as the silence around him. Gaetan hardly noticed the shouting and babbling of the merchants. A satisfaction for his sensitive ears.

"A Witcher," the monks murmured quietly among themselves. "He must have read about the monster!"

"Yes! And I would like to talk to the man who wrote about this monster!"

Gaetan had always been very direct and patience had definitely never been his strong point. He wanted to get his job done as quickly as possible and collect his reward.

"Greetings, Witcher! I am Nuberus. One of the priests of the eternal fire. I asked for your help!"

"Priest! Before I accept your request, we should talk about my reward!"

"I see. It's probably just a matter of coin. We've already thought of that."

Nuberus didn't seem to be surprised.

"I'm willing to pay you 500 crowns for it."

"500? Mm, not bad."

For a Succubus. A Succubus didn't pose too much of a threat, at least not for a Witcher. She must have done some serious things to have so much bounty placed on her head.

500 crowns for a Succubus? People paid much less for worse monsters. What was the catch in the whole thing? As a Witcher, he had to expect betrayals, and Geatan distrusted most people.

"400 crowns!"

"400 crowns Master Witcher?"

Gaetan smirked in amusement and held out his hand.

"Four hundred crowns as a down payment. My assurance that I won't be betrayed!"

The priest grumbled lowly, seeming less than pleased with the Witcher's prerequisite. But Nuberus seemed to see no other way out, because in the end, no one wanted to get their hands dirty, and it was a Witcher's job to take care of monsters.

"All right, master Witcher! You'll get your money! Wait here!"

The young Witcher crossed his arms and leaned comfortably against the wall, which pleasantly cooled his heated skin a bit.

His gaze wandered around the room, silently contemplating the stone statues that towered several meters above the ground. The church itself was built quite high and Gaetan was amazed when he looked up at the ceiling.

The priest was not long in coming, returning to Gaetan with a small pouch.

"There's one more thing," the Witcher said as he accepted the coins. Gaetan wasted no time and opened the little bag to see if the priest had also given him what Gaetan asked for. And it was exactly 400 crowns.

"I need more informations. Where was this creature seen?"

"In the woods. The whore is said to live in a hut."

"In a hut? Usually succubi live in caves."

"We don't know exactly what kind of creature it is, Witcher. Some describe her as a normal woman, some as a succubus. The fact is that she kills her lovers after mating with them!"

Gaetan raised a brow, eyeing the man before him with skepticism as he crossed his arms.

"I see. So you're not sure if it's a succubus? What am I supposed to do now? You want me to go hunting on a suspicion?"

"Master Witcher! We wouldn't hire you if this weren't important! We have already appealed to other men to solve this problem, but they did not come back. We are running out of gold and still the women in this city are being widowed. Whatever it is, it must die!"

Gaetan sighed softly. The priest words sounded convincing, yet Gaetan couldn't help but feel that there seemed to be something wrong with this whole thing.

"All right. I'll take a look. But I'll tell you one thing priest! I don't give a damn what creature it is. You will have to pay me after this! Otherwise, the succubus will be the least of your problems!"

The priest felt a chill run down his spine at Gaetan's words. A Witcher was not to be messed with, Nuberus knew that. But he had reached his goal and he could only hope that the Witcher would fulfill his mission to his satisfaction. Nuberus gave the Witcher some more useful information regarding the location of the target. That was enough for Gaetan and he set off. Sweat stood on Nuberus' brow as he audibly swallowed his own spit. Perhaps Witchers were not so easy to buy after all?

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Gaetan didn't have much trouble finding the target. However, he found no signs of blood or a fight nearby. The hut was standing a bit outside the city and in fact it was the only one far and wide. But a Succubus usually lived in caves and not in a house built for humans. The wizard approached the hut and from his position he could catch a glimpse through the window. At first there was no one to be seen, but when a figure came into his field of vision, it was clearly impossible that it was a succubus. The most obvious feature of a Succubus was the horns on its head, and the young woman did not have them. Had he perhaps been wrong? Was this maybe not the right place? But the descriptions of the villagers and the priest had been clear. This had to be the place. At the large weeping willow that stood by the lake, The only hut nearby was this one. Gaetan frowned, wondering what was going on here. Was he dealing with a witch? Many people had little idea about monsters and spread many rumors about them. Still, this woman must have done something to incur people's displeasure. Gaetan thought of the money and would not give up so quickly. Finally, the Witcher slowly drew his silver sword and approached the front door with slow steps. He reached for the doorknob and to his surprise, the entrance was unlocked. Better for him, since that would save him time. He would have been very unwilling to blow the door open, putting his target on alert. When the Witcher caught a glimpse of the inside of the house, nothing seemed unusual to him at first. It did not smell of herbs, nor did his amulet react to magic. Carefully, he put the sword back into its scabbard and decided not to act rashly. Of course, his presence did not remain unnoticed for long, because when the young woman went out of the kitchen to retire in her living room, she saw the man, a stranger to her, and was terribly frightened. She dropped the cup in her hand and hot tea stained the floor.

She was lucky that she didn't burn herself and yet this wouldn't even have been her biggest problem. Much more interesting was the fact that a strange man had gained access to her house and Y/N looked into those cold, cat-like eyes that eyed her suspiciously.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?!"

Instinctively she backed away from the man who was walking towards her in slow steps. Y/N did not hesitate long and grabbed the sharp hairpin, which served to hold her long hair together. But now it fell in soft, long waves over her shoulders and Gaetan's gaze wandered over the young woman's beautiful body. She was very attractive, but she was not a succubus. She had neither a tail, nor horns, nor did she walk on two hooves!

"I'm here on a mission."

The young woman threatened him with the lace hairpin and even though Y/N knew that he could do so much more damage to her with his two swords, she didn't want to be the victim of a man again. This time she was prepared and she would defend herself.

"Get out of my house!"

But his mocking grin told her that he didn't take her seriously and this made Y/N despair. Fear was clearly visible on her face and when the Witcher realized this, his smile faded and he now regarded her with a neutral, but also serious look.

"I was told you were a succubus. Or a witch."

"People talk about me a lot. But I'm not a witch, nor do I sleep with any men!"

These rumors had been going on for two weeks now, so Y/N didn't dare go into town anymore, being showered with venomous looks and insults.

"I believe you."

Gaetan had no reason to believe she was lying to him. His amulet did not pick up any activity of magic or witchcraft even when she was around. Looking skeptically at the man in front of her, the young woman did not take her eyes off him, though she barely managed to return his cold stare. Sweat stood on her forehead, the Witcher could literally smell her fear. The young man shook his head while he eyed her from head to toe.

"No. I see no reason to kill you. You are no danger to humans."

Gaetan would keep the gold and he would get the rest. Whatever problem these priests had with this woman, it was not his business. But Gaetan would confront them. He couldn't stand being used. He was a Witcher dammit! Not a puppet!

"A danger?"

Y/N didn't understand. She was supposed to be a danger? To whom? To other women's husbands? That was absurd! Y/N was still a virgin and had never indulged in sexual intercourse.

"Yet you must have done something to make them hire a Witcher to kill a human!"

Gaetan would do almost anything for money, but kill an innocent young woman? No! That was not his style. He was no saint by any means, but she was innocent and certainly no danger to the others. For the jealous wives? Absolutely. She was beautiful and graceful.

"I have done nothing wrong!"

The young woman suddenly looked very desperate and Gaetan could see how glassy and moist her pretty eyes suddenly became.

"They wanted to disgrace me, but I escaped them and since then those bastards are afraid I might tell someone about their intentions!"

Gaetan's ears perked up. He tilted his head a little, frowning as he did so, and he saw that the young woman was speaking the truth.

"And to avoid getting their own hands dirty, they send a Witcher to kill me. I see."

Gaetan could hardly believe that they had tried to use him like a puppet. These priests had made a fool of him!

"Put the needle down, darling. I won't harm you!"

But Gaetan's harsh tone did not convince the young woman. She would not take down her weapon until he left her house. The Witcher also saw no reason to stay here and waste his time. He would rather talk to the client and find out what all this shit was about. Gaetan was boiling with rage and it was clear to see. The liquid gold of his eyes seemed to blaze like fire, the throbbing vein on his temple left no room for interpretation. He was as wild as a devil. Without saying a word, he left her hut and immediately mounted his horse.

Enraged, the Witcher stormed into the church and immediately confronted Nuberus. Gaetan grabbed his collar and glared at him threateningly. His cat eyes sparkled with anger.

"Do you take me for a fool? How could you assholes think I wouldn't notice she was a normal girl?"

"Master Witcher!"

Gaetan pushed the priest off him with enormous force, causing him to fall to the ground. Startled, the priest looked up at the young Witcher and held his hands up protectively.

"Please, master Witcher! We had no other choice! This woman works with dark magic! Who else could have done something against her if not a Witcher?"

"Bullshit! This woman is neither witch nor succubus!"

Gaetan shook his head, looking at the man before him with disdain.The Witcher had not forgotten the young woman's words. Violence had been done to her, and that was something Gaetan had a big problem with.

"A priest who commits a crime against a woman? You and your kind are more rotten than anyone else you call a sinner!"

But Nuberus gave the impression that he did not know what Gaetan was talking about. So he looked at the Witcher in complete horror, shaking his head.

"That filthy whore! She has seduced me and my brothers! For each lie she shall receive ten whips!"

"The money! Right now! Or you will have a mighty problem!"

The priest had no choice but to pay Gaetan off, especially since he gave Nuberus no other option. After Gaetan received everything, he left the chruch. Everything else did not interest the Witcher anymore. He was more than satisfied with the payment. Nevertheless, deep in the chest of the cat lurked a question: What would become of the young woman? Would the Order try again to get rid of this innocent person? Suddenly Gaetan snorted. He didn't have to care about that! It was not his problem and yet, he could not pretend not to care. Not after he knew the truth. The young man struggled with himself and finally the Witcher decided to keep an eye on those fanatics!

Several days had passed and the shock was still deep. Y/N thought of the Witcher who had come to kill her. But he had not done it. He had seen that she was not a monster. But a normal woman who had become the victim of an intrigue. She no longer dared to leave her own house, and sleeping peacefully at night was hardly possible. The fear of being attacked by a man was omnipresent. The Witcher had not completed his mission, but someone else would do it. The young woman was sure of that and she was afraid of that. The only option she had was to escape. But where should she flee to? She didn't have enough money, so she wouldn't get far. Besides, she did not want to run into the arms of the Nilfgaardian soldiers. Nilfgaard was in the process of conquering the whole north and it would not be long before they would arrive here as well. She could try to flee to the south, but that would bring risks. Without an escort, it was a matter of impossibility.

It was raining when Y/N lay down in her bed. She left the candles in the room burning. Not a very safe thing to do, yet the fear of the night and the unknown dangers it brought was greater. For Y/N, there had been no rest for weeks. Fear constantly accompanied her. Wherever she went, she was met with looks of hatred or lust. But the biggest shock had clearly been the day when a Witcher had been sent to her to kill her. Wasn't it enough for the eternal fire, that they were doing dirty deeds and illegal gambling? No one would believe her anyway, especially after all the lies that were spread about Y/N. Her head was full of worries and only with difficulty did she get some rest tonight. But at some point, tiredness got the upper hand and her eyes fell shut, until a horrifyingly loud noise snapped her back into reality. Quite frightened, Y/N looked around, not understanding what had just happened. But she could hear loud yelling and screaming from outside. Now Y/N knew that her time had come.

Out of pure fear and desperation, Y/N began to tremble and she pictured an escaping route in her head. There were only two ways out of her house. The front door and the back entrance that was connected to her small pantry. Y/N didn't waste another minute and literally jumped out of bed. With bare feet and dressed only in her nightgown, she hurried out of her bedroom,already hearing the voices cursing and threatening her. Y/N did not get very far, for in the next moment the door to her house was forced open and the members of the eternal fire stormed the house. There were three men, including the man who had almost raped her. Nuberus Attayar.

To be continued...

"There's the witch! Go! Get her!"

"No!"

Y/N burst into tears. This all had to be a horrible nightmare! The men grabbed her and dragged her out of her hut. The young woman kept screaming and protesting her innocence, but it fell on deaf ears.

"No! Please! I am not a witch! Please!"

"This whore brings shame to the whole town! Seducing the young men of the village and ruining their souls! She must burn!"

Nuberus wanted to get rid of the young woman. She was indeed innocent and he and the other priests knew it, for they had joined Nuberus in their illegal gambling and whoring. Y/N had seen them do it, and Nuberus had mistaken her for a prostitute. Nevertheless, it had not stopped him from dragging her into the sinful ambience, where he and his brothers had attacked the young woman like hungry wolves. Only by great luck the young woman escaped her abusers. But now Nuberus wanted to bring this affair to an end. Once and for all.

"Take her to the Church and lock her up in the dungeons!"

Y/N fought against being taken away by these men, but she would not succeed.

"No!"

Her bare feet were stained with wet earth as she was literally dragged away.

"Let go of me!"

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