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fettuccin-e · 7 months

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Angel Incarnate

Kinktober Day 7: Soft and Slow

Tags: Javier Peña x Reader, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv, slight breeding kink, really really light angst, domesticity, javi is finally happy guys okay (w/c: 1K)

A/N: Alright so this is so fluffy it hardly even feels like a kinktober prompt but y'know what javi has his dick out so it counts okay. anyway i had a really fun time writing this because i love it when sad characters are happy it brings me insurmountable joy (For the month I've been using these prompts from flightlessangelwings!)

Everything around him has always been so violent. His world has always been bloody and bruised and chaotic, and Javier had always supposed that it was just meant to be that way.

He didn’t deserve anything better than the angry pain of Bogatá. He’d hurt too many people, ripped apart too many lives to be redeemed, to deserve any kind of sweetness. His life boiled down to blood and tears, the endless race against the narcos too much to take anything slow. The only sex he had was rough and violent, just like his life, just like his soul.

Getting back to Laredo, to his father’s ranch, had been a kind of culture shock that he didn’t think he could experience anymore. The lack of gunfire, the lack of violence, day in and day out, had him reeling.

He’d tried burying himself in the work, fixing up his childhood home and tending to the cattle and the horses, hardly venturing into town at all. The people who knew Javi, the young man who left Laredo with a bride at the altar for a life as an agent, did not need to know Javier, the broken, hollow, shell of a man. He didn’t need their pity, their looks of confusion mixed with sympathy.

He regrets those first few months now, the ones that he spent hiding from the rest of the world. After all, the first time he went out into town, went into the only little library for miles, he found you.

And you, God, you’re so different. So kind and patient, even when he’s rough with you, even when he tries to push you away. It’s a kind of slow, soft sweetness that sings through his bones, that makes him feel human again.

You’re slow with him, gentle in a way that he hasn’t been treated in years. He feels precious here, with you, between the soft sheets of your shared bed, as you roll your hips on top of him, taking him slow and so deep inside of you.

He wants to grip your hips so hard they bruise, roll you over and slam into you until you’re sobbing and writhing from the pleasure of it. He wants to press your face into the pillows and fuck you hard into the mattress.

But he holds back, just like you want him to. Let yourself just feel, Javi, you had told him one day, after he’d taken control from you, just like he wants to right now. We don’t have to rush.

So he doesn’t. He brushes his hands along your waist, relishing in your soft skin as you drop yourself down on his cock, over and over again. You gasp as he stretches you apart.

“That’s it, baby, so beautiful for me,” Javier murmurs. “That feel good, sweetheart?”

You nod, whining as he guides you down to grind deep into your g-spot. “It’s so- it’s so good, Javi. You feel so big like this.”

Javier groans as you clench around him, tight and wet and fucking perfect. The soft morning light filters through the curtains you put up last week, illuminating your skin and enshrining you like an angel. You are an angel, he thinks, as close to heaven as he’ll ever get.

He leans up, searching for a kiss that you gladly grant him. He loves kissing you, licking into your mouth and tasting you as you moan for him.

You curl your hands into his hair, grown longer with his time away from the DEA. The one time he’d asked you about cutting it, you’d protested so hard he’d laughed for thirty minutes straight. He’d started letting it grow after that.

You lean back up, undulating your hips in a way that has him groaning, pulling on your hips to help you along.

“You want to cum, Javi?” you murmur, pulling him in so fucking deep his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Por favor, nena, si,” he gasps, and God, you’re the only one that can make him beg like this. To make him desperate like this.

“Come on, honey, fill me up,” you coo, and Javi is lost to it. His hips jerk up of their own accord, pumping into you involuntarily with his orgasm. He spills into you without the fear of knocking you up, knowing that there’s no violence, no uncertainty with you. A small, not-so-secret part of him actually hopes it’ll take.

You whine above him, pushing your hips down on him over and over, frantic for your climax. He reaches a hand between you both and rubs slow, hard circles into your clit, and fuck, the way you cum will always steal the breath from his lungs. Your eyes clench shut, your mouth exhaling a beautiful, melodic little moan as you rock yourself on his cock, working yourself through it.

“That’s it, beautiful, so fucking good to me, so pretty for me,” he husks, and you curl yourself over him, meeting his lips in a sticky-wet kiss that has you both desperate for more. He palms his hands over your back, pulling you down to rest on top of him as you both breathe through the aftershocks of your orgasms.

You both don’t move for a long time, content to bask in each other’s warmth as the morning sun rises, bringing another day to spend together. It’s a kind of peace, a kind of contentment, he’d thought was a pipe dream for so, so long.

“How did I ever find you?” He murmurs into the quiet of the room. You tilt your head up from where it rests on his chest to smile softly at him. He feels like he could drown in your gaze.

“I think we were always meant to find each other,” you whisper, and like always, he knows you’re right.

#oh sweet javi love of my life #let me fix you #and also fuck you #javier pena x you #javier pena x reader #javier peña x reader #javier pena smut #javi pena x reader #javi pena x you #narcos fanfiction #narcos smut

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wayfayrr · 5 months

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Hello! If I may, I’d like to make a request.

When I was little (between 4 and 8), my brother and I played Ocarina of Time constantly. It was our go-to game when hanging out. We replayed it and found all secrets and stuff. I was wondering if you could do a platonic self aware OOT!Link one shot? One where Link considers the player to be like a sibling to him since they grew up together in a way?

Thank you so much! I really enjoy your work ❤️

you're very welcome anon! this was such a sweet request to write!! I went with the post timeskip link for this seeing as I've already written one for Majora's mask link and I thought it would be more interesting to have that difference between the two pieces <3 I hope you'll enjoy this

[masterlist]

“Hey, I’ve been wanting to ask for a while… do you still have that old copy of Ocarina of time we used to play together? I’ve been kinda wanting to replay it. It’s a bit of a pain to get a new one or an emulator though so…”

“Uh? I think so, I can check in my attic later and drop it around your place tomorrow if I can?”

“That sounds perfect, thanks for the favour man.”

That was a fairly productive phone call, now I hopefully won’t have to mess about with an emulator or shell out for the subscription to play it again. Seeing as Nintendo doesn’t want to make their old catalogue accessible. All I need to do on my end is to wait and possibly google how to set up an N64 in the meantime.

Turns out that we did still have the old thing, and that it isn’t all that hard to set up either so it’s not like it takes too long for me to hear the calmingly melancholic tones of the game’s opening theme. Our old save file is still there too, although some of the stats on the file seem to have gotten a little bit corrupted because I’m convinced we completed it fully. Although it’s been what like 10 years or more since I would’ve last played, it makes sense that I might just be misremembering things. No harm in seeing where we left off though is there?

Well even though the file says otherwise, looking through Link’s inventory really wants to disprove that - there’s something with the same sprite as Zelda’s letter where it should just be an empty slot. It’s not got a name, if I hover over it it simply brings up a missing value error and the button prompt me to read it. It’s not like there’s any issue if I did open it, it’s an old save file so even if it does corrupt I won’t lose anything.

Nothing happened, just a fade to blank before it glitched out and the inventory screen popped back up so that I could close it and have a look around…

How did Link turn around as I was paused in the inventory and how did his face get so close to the screen?

“[Name]? I knew you’d be back at some point! I knew you wouldn’t just leave your older brother for good… you wouldn’t would you?”

“...How do you know my name..?”

I know that Ai has gotten incredibly good recently but this is an N64, an unmodded one at that, so whatever the hell is happening right now can’t be due to that. This feels like it could be the start to a creepypasta though with everything going on right now - is this like a real life ben drowned - no it can’t be, he’d be crying blood if it were the case and he wouldn’t be as friendly either.

“Because you told me it all those years ago when you first played through the game? You always spoke to me like I was a real person, like you saw me as your older brother, so it’s only natural that I started to see you like a little sibling right? Then when you disappeared I got so worried, It’s been so long but you’ve gotten so much older! Did you pull the mastersword yourself, because this much time can’t have really passed can it?... Can it?”

He looks almost like he’s about to cry, I should be caref- why am I so worried about hurting the feelings of a fictional character? Is it cause he sees me like a sibling, a younger one; because he knows me from when I was younger; or because he seems so attached to me already? Maybe I should just… turn it off so I don’t have to deal with it.

“I don’t remember how long it’s been, a good few years at least, Since I’ve played it. I wasn’t exactly planning to-”

“Is that what you used to control me!? I’ve never been able to get a good look at it before. Would you mind bringing it closer?”

“...Yeah I can bring it closer.”

The way he interrupted me was so so sad, he’s forcing himself to be cheery when he looks like he’s about to break down, like how an older brother would act. He really sees himself as my older brother doesn’t he? I have to admit that the way he’s leaning against the screen like an excited kid is also pretty cute I won’t lie to myself, if it weren’t for how insane the situation is I don’t think I’d mind him being my younger brother. He’s younger than me now anyway so that makes far more sense.

Is the screen cracking beneath him?

It’s definitely cracking under his weight, there are seconds left before it shatters.

“It’s so simple and yet it was the reason that you were able to-”

Glass can only last so long. And now he’s out, lying on my floor in a shocked heap with glass shards surrounding and covering him. After a couple of seconds of neither of us knowing what to do, we both snap into action at the same time, while I try to help him up and check for any serious wounds… he’s just laughing with the widest goofiest smile on his face, grabbing at my arms like I’m nothing but a wisp of a dream.

“I - wow I - I could never have imagined that I could - that this - that this was even an option for me…”

“But I can be your brother in person now can’t I?”

#ALSO AAAAAA #POSTING THIS I JUST SAW I'VE HIT 300 ON TUMBLR #I'm putting together an event for everyone right now that'll be up in the next couple of days #THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH <333 #link x reader #yandere link #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #moss✦writes #self aware au

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xxxbabyinatrenchcoatxxx · 7 months

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I love Andrew Minyard as a criminal justice major. Just imagine the possibilities that could happen!! He'd 100% write a paper about nature vs nurture that is about himself and Neil (only if you read between the lines can you tell that tho)

Oh man!! An idea is coming into my head as I think about this!!

Okay, okay, so imagine the following.

Andrew is in his The Serial Killer's Psyche class when he learns about the more recent recent killers, including The Baltimore Butcher.

He lowkey becomes fascinated with the whole thing.

(It's the knives)

And goes down a rabbit hole looking into anything and everything regarding the Wesninski family.

He learns that Nathan was married and had a son, Nathaniel, with a member of another known mafia family from across the Atlantic, Mary.

The son would be the perfect killing machine for these two.

But then he learns that Mary and Nathaniel died tragically in an unknown form.

"The family wants to keep their privacy in these hard times." The press says.

Despite Andrew researching for days (he even went to the library once!) He can't find any record of how they died, but their death certificates have the same time stamp on them so at least he knows they died at the same time.

After finding out as much as he can about the family, he is (and he would never admit this to anyone at all ever) solely on the side of the cops in believing that Nathan Wesninski is The Baltimore Butcher despite there not being enough evidence, etc etc.

Having learned all he could, he all but forgets about the Wesninski family.

Fast forward to the next semester when Kevin tells him they are going to Arizona because he found them a new striker.

As Neil is trying to catch his breath from Andrew hitting him, Andrew is suddenly excepiencing a new phenomenon to him "familiarity"

For some reason, this flight risk reminds him of someone, but he can't quite remember who.

This is new.

Not remembering something.

Is his memory failing him for the first time ever?

He blames it on his meds and moves on

Everytime he sees Neil after he moves to Palmetto, he has the same feeling.

Ever. Single. Time.

It is increasingly aggravating and intirely too intresting.

After weeks spent trying to remember who Neil reminded him of, filing through every person he's ever encountered, and Neil's skitish behavior, he decided that Neil must be a threat.

Why else would his instincts tell him not to trust Neil?

Why didn't he react to the Moriyamas coming south that fall?

Why couldn't he fucking remember where he knew Neil from???

His shell cracked a little bit and he decided on impulse that Neil was going to Eden's with them

Andrew was practically vibrating with rage by the end of that night.

"Who are you?" Andrew asked.

"Wha- I don't understand? I'm Neil?"

"No. I know you, but I've never seen you before." Andrew watched as Neil tensed, wondering what was running through the runners head.

"We don't know each other." Neil made as if to walk away, but he didn't make it far before he had to grab the wall to stabilize himself.

"I know you." Andrew said, grabbing his shoulder.

"No, you don't." Neil shoved him.

"Do you work for the Moriyamas?"

"You think I'm a mole?" Neil scoffed, but it was more slurred with the drugs in his system.

"You're something. And I know how to properly dispose of a body." Andrew said lowly, threatingly, putting both hands on either side of Neil, caging him him.

"So do I." Neil's voice was steady, and he shoved Andrew back as far as he could before taking off.

Neil feeds Andrew half-truths the next day at Wymacks, saying that he must have seen him on the street somewhere. He honestly had no idea why Andrew recognized him.

Andrew doesn't believe that, but he believes Neil's half-truths about his family and lets him go.

Eventually, the familiar feeling is exchanged with actual recognition, and the books continue on as normal

UNTIL

Andrew gets out of Easthaven and sees Neil with his blue eyes and Aubrun hair and brused face, and Andrew freezes for only a moment.

But for that moment, it's like a Christmas tree lighting up in Andrew's head.

Neurons firing and connecting dots he didn't know went to together.

Nathaniel Wesninski stood next to his family

Nathaniel Wesninski protected his family while he was in rehab

Nathaniel Wesninski has been alone with Kevin every night for the past 4 months

Nathaniel Wesninksi was a runaway

Nathaniel Wesninski was alive

Nathaniel Wesninski

Andrew doesn't know what to do with this information yet, so he does nothing

He goes about his decided itinerary for the day

He still doesn't know what to do until "I never understood why he liked knives."

Everyone else was thinking Riko, but Andrew was thinking Nathan.

He decides then and there that he's not going to say anything until Neil tells him.

Neil's "I'm Nathaniel" hits Andrew like a gut punch.

He already knew it but now it's confirmed.

When Neil goes missing, Andrew was the first to tell coach about Nathan's release from prison.

He persuades Coach (read: stares down repeating "Baltimore") to take them to Baltimore because that's where Neil is.

Books go on as normal

Life seemingly goes back to normal after summer break.

They start the new semester with significantly fewer worries, and Neil is figuring out his newfound freedom.

Andrew is in his Advanced Psychology class when Nathan Wesninski is brought up again.

The professor - fortunately for her sake - doesn't mention Neil or Nathaniel at all but assigned them an imaginative assignment

They are to pick a serial killer and study what is known about their at home life and write a paper about what it might be like to grow up in that kind of enviroment

Andrew was going to ignore this assignment, but Neil found out and thought the whole thing was hilarious.

Neil finds out that Andrew was entirely too fascinated by the Wesninski family.

"You liked me before you even met me."

Eventually, they decided that Andrew didn't have to write the paper.

"Mr. Minyard. It is your turn to present."

Andrew and Neil walk to the front.

"This was a single person assignment, Mr. Minyard."

"I think a first-hand account is better than anything I could have come up with. Don't you think?"

"First hand?"

"Hello Andrew's classmates. I'm Nathaniel Wesninski, but please call me Neil. Fair warning. If you ever call me Nathaniel, I will kill you."

They spend the rest of the class basically ragging on Nathan the entire time

#aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #the foxes #aftg neil #the foxhole court #andriel #the raven king #the kings men #aftg au #criminal justice major Andrew Minyard

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reyanfia · 1 year

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— never-ending lucky charms — neteyam sully x reader

setting: awa'atlu, pandora

pairing: neteyam x fem!omaticaya/metkayina!reader

warnings: nothing it's just cute fluff with ya boy neteyam

word count: 1.1k

summary: you struggle to show your affection for your lover through words, so you do it in a way that not only lets him know about your love, but others, too.

a/n: based on this request! thank so much kay for requesting this :) sorry that's it's so late! and short. idk why I couldn't write more lmao

it has been a few moons after you and neteyam had come clear. the feelings that lingered under the surface were revealed and shared one fateful night, so unforgetful that you both added a bead to your songcords'.

it was no doubt that you were the more bashful one in this relationship — though everyone could tell of your feelings for neteyam, it was hard for you to actually mention it out loud, even to neteyam himself. so recently, you've been weaving necklaces, anklets and more — just for him.

you couldn't think of any other way to show him just how much you love him other than giving him things. you gave him a lot of random stuff, but nothing was ever as fun as making those glittering woven pieces for him.

"collecting shells, are you?" tsireya comes around from behind the corals, swimming up to your side as you roamed your eyes across the seafloor just inches below you.

you dropped a shimmering blue seashell into your palm, gripping it tightly after so it won't float away. you nodded your head to tsireya with a shy smile, not signing back since your hands were busy.

"is it for neteyam?" you saw her sign in your peripheral vision. you were going to affirm it, but she beat you to it. "who am i kidding, of course you are."

you both exchanged smiles. you took a look to the pearls and shells you had found, some which could glow and twinkle beautifully in the dark. you nodded to yourself as you found it to be just enough for the waist chain you wanted to make for him.

you stuffed it into a pouch by your hip, joining your collection with the rest of the bunch you had found earlier. you tightly tied it shut so it wouldn't fall away.

you turned to tsireya and pointed to the surface, marking the end of your little search.

—

"oh, finally!" after tying the last knot, you held up the chain in the sunlight, watching how the light makes it sparkle and shine so prettily.

you didn't exactly know the size of his waist, but after hugging him countless of times, you had a guess. you were still a teeny bit nervous about whether it'll fit comfortably or not.

it was perfect timing. neteyam and his other friends had returned from hunting, and you could tell by the crowd of squeaks and croaks of the ilu.

you sat in your marui patiently, waiting for him to walk in so you could gift him your latest piece.

just a few minutes after, he comes into the marui, patting himself dry with a cloth. you ran up to him, and he welcomed your embrace with open arms.

after you both pulled away from the hug, he began, "i'm guessing you made something again?" he smiled warmly at you, making those timid feelings rise again — so you casted your eyes down.

you fiddled with the beads and shells you weaved on the chain, glancing at the other pieces of your work that he's wearing.

"yes, they are. but this isn't like the other ones I've made! um, it's a waist chain. I just thought you would look really, really good in it."

your heart burst into butterflies when he grabbed your hands that held the piece, bringing it closer to him to take a closer look at it. you felt giddy like the first time you confessed to him.

his smile grew wider as he beamed, meeting your eyes. "it's beautiful, my love. how long did this take you?"

he felt his poor heart flip when he saw your face light up. "just 2 days! i had fun while I made it. so um, — may I put it on for you?"

you noticed how his posture went from relaxed to slightly rigid. "y-yes, of course." he responded.

he could feel how his heartbeat sped up when you walked behind him, positioning the chain just below his battle band. you felt how his breath hitched when your hands made even the softest contact with his skin.

as you clasped the chain into place, he grew flushed under your hold. well, technically you weren't holding him, but you were so close to him and he was powerless. you felt shameful to say — your confidence rised a little because of it.

"there. it suits you perfectly, ma' teyam."

as you went to stand back in front of him, your eyes lingered on the handiwork of yours that adorned his body. how it fit so nicely, drawing attention in all the right places.

neteyam felt himself getting flustered under your stare. he was a head taller than you, yet in this moment, he felt like you're the one towering over him, all under your control.

a smile crept up his face when your eyes finally drifted to meet his. "you wanna know why I always wear these?" he said, referring to the other pieces that he wore.

you shook your head, deciding to focus on a blue and white shelled bracelet resting on his wrist. but the hands moved, and it came up to hold your face, forcing your eyes to look up at him.

"it's like— everytime I think about you, everything somehow turns out well and fine. and all this? these bracelets, these arm cuffs and chains, they're all a reminder of you. any day, becomes a perfect day if I get to think about you."

you, you, you. he speaks of you as if you were art, as if you were any more perfect than the moon and the stars.

his words were sweet and simple, however with such aching slowness, emphasizing on every single word. and you felt like you'd explode if you dared to say anything.

you managed to ease out though. "hm. well, don't your friends find it weird? you wear a lot of it, teyam."

he scoffed, tipping your chin up with his hand. "weird? never. if anything, they're jealous about it. the love you show me through these beautiful small pieces are unmatched. nothing else tops it. nothing will ever replace it."

gosh. where'd all these words come from?

your face displayed a light tint of pink, as you shyly brought your hands up to your face to cover them. that's something. "seems like I'll have to make more of these for you if I get to hear that everytime."

you placed your arms around his waist, colliding with the chain you had made. you leaned your head on his chest and his head rested on yours. you didn't see it, but you knew he was probably grinning ear to ear.

"I'll start doing it all the time then, my love. in exchange for more of these never-ending lucky charms. you can do that for me, right?"

you hummed softly in reply, closing your eyes within the embrace of your lover.

tagging my all time supporters: @neteyamslovrr @saturnheartz @panickedpeepee @gamerxpfighter

thank u for reading!

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reve-writes · 1 year

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—pastries; nanami kento.

ʚ nanami kento x reader | jujutsu kaisen | 1,6k words. ʚ nanami is your colleague who brings you pastries everyday. he has put in his two weeks notice and he wants to confess before he quits his job. ʚ fluff. ʚ a/n this is so corny. i started this when i was obsessed with workplace romance, then i forgot about it for a while and FINALLY finished it today.

D-14.

You hate your job.

You think everyone in the company may share the same sentiment, but you all have to work still. Every morning, before 8 a.m., you arrive and settle into your cubicle. On your desk, lay a list of phone numbers you're supposed to call and another list of stocks you're supposed to analyse by the end of the day.

“Nanami,” you greet the blond man as he walks to the cubicle next to yours. He places his things down on his desk with his usual graceful poise, completely the opposite of your haphazard item dumping.

He greets you back, placing a powdered donut on your desk. He says that he visits a bakery daily. He gets you different baked goods every day, but he always gets himself the same one.

“Thank you!” You open the packaging excitedly, taking a big bite of the sweet goodness. With the half-chewed donut in your mouth, you spoke. “Oh! I forgot. This is for you.”

You hand over a cup of coffee to him over the thin wall separating your cubicles. He takes it gratefully, but still makes a point to say, “You don't have to get me anything.”

“I tell you the same thing and you always bring me something anyway.” You roll your eyes, taking a sip out of your coffee and a bite out of your powdered donut. You let out a satisfied hum. “So, so good.”

“I'm quitting.”

You stop chewing, your head turning slowly to look at him. You have to roll your office chair slightly backward to look at him, meanwhile he's typing away on his computer without a care. You huff, letting out an exaggerated and drawn-out “What?”

“I've already given my two-weeks notice,” he mumbles, fiddling with the straps of his wristwatch. “I am quitting this job.”

You're silent for a moment. “You found a new job?”

He nods stiffly, indicating that he doesn't really want to talk about it. You take another bite of your donut thoughtfully.

“Where?”

He splutters as he sips his coffee. “It's at a, uh, my old school.”

You frown. Nanami Kento is the only thing you look forward to at your job. He's the only person you've managed to befriend. The quiet man is a great listener to your complaints. He doesn't hesitate to complain along with you, too.

When he quits, then it's going to be quite a loss for you. You don't hang out with him much after work anyway. Only during after-hours when everyone's gone home and you take an extra hour or two to work. He usually does, too. You think it's because he's a hardworking person. Honestly, he starts taking extra work hours because he sees you do it.

“Ah, well, good luck, Nanami,” you say, pulling your chair towards your desk again. You hide your frown behind the cubicle wall between the two of you. “I'll miss your pastries.”

He doesn't know where it comes from, but the word spills out of his mouth swiftly. “I can keep bringing them to you.”

Your eyes widen. “No, no, no. You don't need to. Just focus on your new job! At least one of us gets out, right?”

He clears his throat. “Right.”

D-10 of Nanami quitting.

He arrives earlier than you do, which isn't a rare occurrence, but it still surprises you when you see the tops of his combed blond hair peeking out of the cubicle. On your desk is a box of milky filling puff pastries with a perfect golden-brown outer shell that makes your mouth water.

“Oh?” The noise leaves your mouth accidentally, quickly. You're surprised at the sight of a jar of chocolate truffles, topped with a white ribbon and a tag. The tag reads From Kento. “You got me truffles, too? You spoil me, Nanami.”

You walk over to his cubicle, setting his usual coffee on his desk. He looks strangely more timid than he usually does, flipping through his notebook absentmindedly. He watches you through his peripherals.

“Kento,” he says. “You can call me Kento.”

You see his hand clenching the edge of the notebook so hard the paper crinkles. You raise an eyebrow, but make no comment towards it. “Okay, Kento. Thank you. For the truffles.”

The grip relaxes. “Of course.”

D-7.

It's late, three hours past your supposed time to get off work. All of your colleagues have gone home except for Nanami—Kento. The office is dim, save for your small desk lamp and monitor light shining on you as you type away. The keys on your keyboard makes loud clicking sounds when your fingers move across them.

“I think I'm done for the day,” you groan, stretching your hand and back as you lean back on your chair. “What about you, Kento?”

Nanami finds the corner of his lips raise slightly whenever you call him by his name—an intimate thing he rarely lets anyone have the privilege of. “Me, too.”

You start throwing your things into your bag.

His hand grabs your wrist suddenly. You stop your movements. “Do you have plans after this?”

You're too fixated on his hand on your skin to form any coherent thoughts. He coughs, dropping his hand when he notices you've been staring at it. He mutters a small apology.

“No, I do not,” you answer, chuckling nervously.

“Do you want to grab dinner together?”

Your brows furrow. “Really?”

You never see him outside of the office. A part of you leaps at the thought that he's asking you to go for dinner together.

“If you want to. My treat,” Kento says. “You can choose a place.”

You're already listing a couple—a ramen restaurant ten minutes away from the office, a barbecue place near your house or an all-you-can-eat buffet slightly far from here.

He chooses the farthest one and says he'll drive. He just wants to spend a little more time with you.

D-3.

“Make yourself at home,” Kento says, pushing the door to his flat open. He picks up his shoes after taking them off, placing them on the shoe rack by the door. You do as well. “Would you like anything to drink?”

Your face is warm from the beer drinking the two of you have done. Ever since that night when you went for dinner together, he's always offering to go out together after work.

“Water, please,” you whine, dropping yourself into the cushions of his couch. His flat ia extremely tidy. Something you've expected before you even walk through the door. Even his desk at the office is organised to the smallest details. It makes sense that his home is, too. “I'm sorry. It's incredibly stupid of me to leave my keys.”

He says that it's okay.

You are so clumsy and it always results in some funny stories to tell your friends. Today, it's not so funny when you realise that you've left your house keys at the office. After dinner, you tried to go back into the office, but it's already locked.

So, you're effectively locked out of your own house.

Kento is a nice person. He's always been. That's why he brings you pastries and takes you out for dinner. That's why he offers his place as a place to stay.

He hands you a glass of water that you dawn quickly. “Thank you.”

“Don't mention it,” he says. “I can give you some clothes if you want to clean up.”

You nod without thinking.

It isn't until you come out, clad in his sweatshirt and shorts that you think you've made a mistake. Your heart is beating out of your chest. This seems too domestic for a couple of co-workers, doesn't it?

His brown eyes stare at you. He can't help it. He almost says it right there and then. I like you. He clears his throat and swallows the words right back. He doesn't like that this feels like a schoolgirl crush.

“I'll take the couch,” he offers.

You shake your head. “No way. You're kind enough to let me stay. I'll sleep on the couch, Kento.”

“My conscience won't let me sleep soundly if I let you sleep out here,” he argues.

It's a bit of back and forth, before you finally relent. He asks if you want to watch a movie. You say yes. He sits next to you on the couch as an action movie plays.

You start to dread the day he quits more. Once he quits, you'll drift apart, because that's how friendships always work. In close proximity where you see each other everyday, it's easy to become close friends. Once you put in distance, that's when you start to only text each other on birthdays.

“This movie is horrible.” You chuckle at the shaky camerawork—too shaky for you to make out anything.

He grins slightly. “You said I could pick.”

“I thought your taste in movies was better.”

“Too late. You're stuck with this now.“

You roll your eyes. “Am I?”

Before you can even think about it, you're leaning over his lap to get to the remote. He sits stiffly as your hand presses against his thigh to support your body weight as you grab the remote of the TV. He grabs your hand, pulling it back from the remote. You turn to look at him.

He's way too close.

“You smell nice,” you say. He does. Your mind is blank as you watch his eyes dart down to your mouth. Subconsciously, you lick your lips.

Breathlessly, he asks, “Can I — Can I kiss you?”

You nod, pressing your lips towards him. His hand slides up your arm to hold your neck. Yours are intertwined at the back of his head, pushing him closer to you.

“I like you,” he says, kissing you again. “I've liked you for a while.”

You're smiling into his kisses. “Me too.”

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veliamore · 1 year

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Hiii! Can I get Teru with a s/o who’s quiet at first but as time passes and they warm to him, their sassy and a little bit mean, a little. Have a nice day :)

i see you're a Teru lover , honestly same

take your time

It's pretty normal to people not warming up to others when they first meet , giving them a calm and quite vibe of yourself before actually showing off the real you , though this could be seen as an hard task if we're talking about showing your personality to the prince of the school , Teru Minamoto.

You don't know exactly how and when he started to hang out with you more and more everyday , but this didn't help you to get out to your shell , how could you anyways : everyone sees him as the perfect boy in the whole school , a charming , kind and smart prince , everyone is lucly to have him around ; of course you agreed to them , that's why if you would show your trues self , you think that he wouldn't like you. You often joke with your friends , using irony and all , so you always think that he would prefer someone more calmer.

Months went by pretty fast , you and Teru got much closer from before. What you didn't know is that he always sees you talking to your friends , and your behaviour is different from what you act with him , he wonders if the change of personality its because you can't stand being with him and he's just forcing you to be with him

And obviously he will invite you to the students council room to talk about it , he really like you and doesn't want to make uncomfortable in any way being this close to you

It wasn't rare for him to invite you there when Akane isn't with him , just to talk with him and make his work more enjoyable ; he's always the one to talk but today you'll be the one to speak.

You knocked on the door and heard a " come in " from the boy ; you entered the room and found him with a pile of papers beside him as always. He looked up at you and smiled , that smile that could make your heart beat as fast as it could , making your head low down from the embarrassment , though Teru took it as a sign for you to not look at him. He began to talk

" [ Name ] , i was waiting for you ! Please take a seat on the sofà , i really want to talk to you about something " your stomach twisted at that sentence , it could've been anything , he wouldn't had to invite you to the council room if it was a good news so it had to be something bad " about what ? " you asked trying to not give in to the anxiety. He gets up from his chair and seats beside you " i've noticed the way you're around me and the way you act around your friends ; when you're with them you act more .. carefree. Is it because , you despise me [ name ] , you know .. i really like you , and i wouldn't mind you acting like yourself with me. But if you do really despise me , then i apologize for not getting it sooner "

You exploded after hearing those words , you would've never guessed Teru felt this way towards you , and you felt so dumb to let him think you despised him

What helped you return to the actual situaton was him squeezing your hands waiting for an answer " i never hated you Teru ... i really do like you too , its just that i thought you wouldn't like me for what i really am , and thinking about it now its sound really dumb " you both laughed at your comment.

It didn't take long for you two officially dating ; you still haven't warmed up to him totally but he's glad you can crack some jokes around him instead of nodding on what he's saying , he loves you and your personality , and he doesn't care how much will have to wait for you to warm up to him , he will do it , wait for you until you're ready

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stuffymcstuffsworld · 21 days

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Tell me your story

You loved books. There was nothing better. They were your passion. You've read thousands. Dare you say they were your first love.

Your fingers caress the spines of your ever growing collection. You cherished each new addition. Not willing to part with a single one.

☆I know a thousand tales. To fill a thousand nights, but now another story comes to mind.☆

You smiled as you rounded the corner. Poking your head out, you watched your favorite gargoyle writing a new book. How cute!

A demon who seems like a timeless story. Maybe that was why you fell in love with him. Why you feel the constant need to be with him.

☆A nobel young scholar ascends to wonderous heights. He's brilliant as he's handsome and handsome as he's kind.☆

Everything about him was wonderful. His kindness, his brains, his body... no wonder they say the devil is tempting. How can a man, well demon like him exist?

☆He is at once familiar and unknowable, to the frightened imp he meets along the way, and to that imps surprise something in his eyes beckons them to know him and inspires them to say~☆

You walked over and sat on the desk. Your feathered companion looks up at you warmly. Another thing you loved. He was always happy to see you.

You took one of his hands and pressed it to your cheek. Hoping to offer a fraction of the warmth and affection you constantly receive from him. You smiled softly.

☆I want to know your story. I want to know your past. So tell me slowly from the start. Leave out no detail, savor every part.☆

You were greedy. You wanted to know everything and anything about him. You often wished you had met him sooner.

☆I want to know your story. So make the story last. I want to know each twist and turn. Tell me all I've missed. I've so much to learn~☆

You could see the slightest hint of a blush behind his mask. The pure happiness in his eyes as you gaze at each other. Truly, he made you feel adored. Worthy. Loved more than ever thought possible.

☆For when it comes to stories, I thought I knew them all. Now I'm face to face with one I can't seem to recall~☆

♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆

Balam stroked his thumb against their cheek. So lucky. How did he get so lucky? To have such a perfect and impish human by his side.

♡The young student had come. To help inspire change, but fate had planned an unexpected twist. Within the schools halls, he discovered something strange, and found the missing part of him he didn't know he missed♡

He had never really fit in amongst his peers. Even Kalego and Opera had trouble understanding him sometimes. But you, well... you were everything.

You had come crashing into his life like a meteorite. Never once did you think his habits were strange. Never once had you been scared of him.

♡They are at once a comfort and a mystery to the shy demon they meet that fateful day.♡

You had brought him out of his shell. You made him feel warm. The constant affection you gave to him made up for a lot of his touch-starved youth.

♡They're beautiful and wise, and something in their eyes beckons him to know them and inspires him to say~♡

The avion pulls you closer. His wings engulfed the two of you. Your own private space. You grin, wrapping your arms around his neck, gazing at him lovingly. Nuzzling your face against his clawed hands.

♡I want to know your story. I want to know your past. I want to know your future too. Fill my days and nights with the tale of you.♡

☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡

Days turned to weeks and weeks into months. The two of you seem inseparable at this point. As if there was never a time you weren't together.

♡I want to know your story.♡

You take off his mask. Carefully stroking his scared face. Your soft fingers traced his jaw like it was a work of art.

☆I want to know your story☆

The lingering touches. The soft kisses on rough lips. The warm breaths against each others skin. A private moment between the two of you within his wings.

♡☆So make the story last, linger over every part. Tell it till I know, every bit by heart~♡☆

Clawed hands combing through your hair gently. The whispered words of affection. The quiet laughter.

♡I've always chased stories, and then you entered mine~♡

He had always been chasing fairytales. Imaginary creatures. Yet here you were, really in his arms. Really there with him.

☆♡and now my only wish is that our plots may intertwine.~☆♡

You wanted to stay in the large demons embrace. His wings are a curtain between the two of you and the world. In this moment, all was perfect.

"I'm not sure what happens next." His low voice fills your ears. You look up at him, confused. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean."

"Tell me how you'd answer... if I asked you for your hand?" He says hesitantly. Looking at you with nervous eyes.

...

"YES! I'D SAY YES!" You practically topple him over as you rush to give him more kisses. You felt like you were on cloud nine.

☆♡A thousand and one nights with you is not enough to spend. So let's make ours a story with no end. So let's make ours a story with no end.☆♡

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mahiiimahiiii · 2 months

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Generator

Named Durge (Avarice) x Gortash (gn relatively! Durge has boobs and a pussy :] )

A/n: Durgetash drabble because I'm in bed and I don't want to grab my computer

Cw: piv, sexual discussions, gort domme, praise in slayer, slight humiliation, squirt zone part fourty, enver has a severe breeding fetish, non prepped sex, slayer form jumpscare, quickie in a cramped space.

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The docks were silent for the most part. In the early hours of the morning, the most activity it got was fishing ships casting off into the bleak.

The hit of heels on the brick paths, the glint of the lovitiaar crest under lamp light. They looked up from their knotwork, the figure a mere shadow with glinting silver hair. Their face looked almost too perfect, blurred in the recesses of their memories. Overt glamor.

They pressed a button and the gate opened, the tail of their coat swishing behind them.

You found him half awake but still functional at his foreman desk, your fingers tracing the outines of his spine and ribcage. He awoke with a start, drool cascading down his chin.

"working hard little tyrant?" You purr, tracing the shell of his ear, a small onyx earring hanging off his lobe. Your thumb cleaned the drool off his chin thumbing at his bottom lip.

"work is hardly work when you enjoy what you do." He cups your hand to his face, a soft sigh uttered from his lips. "why have you come to visit?"

You paused for a second, you didn't know. "I was drawn, I think. Like a moth to a flame, or perhaps a fly to a gentle spiders web."

"and who is who?" His smile was teasing "perhaps our previous encounter was delightful enough that you've returned for another early morning tryst." He tilted his head "or perhaps that's why I'd like to think you've returned."

you chortle. "Perhaps, dear Enver, perhaps." You seat yourself on his desk, your thighs framing his shoulders. "I am more.... What is the word- I'm not familiar with it... Worried, about your recent habits. That is an odd feeling for me, worry."

His brow raised, "have you taken a shine that much? Has your father said anything?"

"I consulted him and fel, I sought his attention through pennance. My requests, the answers have been silent. I am, uncertain." You scratched your inner wrist, a delightful sting of pain grounding you.

"hm." He set back in his chair "then you have sought me for advice, I am most honored!" He cracks a little grin.

"I'm not sure- genuinely why I have came to find you. You are quite easy to stalk, and a delight to toy with." You paused finding your next words "more delightful than I've found anything, refreshing, satiating even."

His brow arched higher "I could same the same...are you propositioning me bhaalspawn?" He shifted in his chair, a hand finding your thigh.

"I don't know what I'm doing- just what feels right." You grab his neck forcing his chin up, he exhales, his eyes wide. His lips are salty and cracked, his pulse thrummed beneath your fingers, his face pulsing red.

His stubble scratched against your skin, glamor magic fading quickly, you want your face known and memorable. He keened quietly at the realization, his hot breath quickly absorbed between your lips.

"closet- closet." You trilled guiding him to one within the foreman's chamber. He mimicked your trill at a higher pitch, one of excitement.

Once in the cramped space his hands found the back of your robes, unclasping the zipper and pulling it down. The robes fell from your shoulder, even in the dingy light his eyes glittered.

"By banes hand... Every time I see you, you become more and more exquisite." He exhaled through his nose. His lips found your neck, his calloused and warm hands palming at your chest. He groaned inwardly trying to lap up all hallmarks of your scent on his lips. He sucked at your skin with another whine, desperate to please.

Your hands worked at his buttons, rolling his jumpsuit over his shoulders,and over his hip dips. his belly stuck out under his undershirt. Your hands traced the fluffy outline of his thick happy trail, he rarely wore boxers these days. His thick cock tapped against the side of your hand radiating heat onto you. He gurgled quietly, his lashes lowered and fluttering.

"inside?" He warbled softly, "please?"

"I haven't been prepped" you sighed dreamily, turning around and wiggling your hips "gods of course now."

He gurgles again, his cock-head warm against the flush of your ass. He strokes the tip of it against your folds, he spread them with two fingers, directing himself between, holding onto the hem of your robe to stabilize his legs he tutted and shushed you as he invaded your walls. A shuddering pain held your hips, prodding and poking at your soft walls. A defensive cramp held him in place with a groan. A hand covered your mouth as she slotted himself inside of you, his front pressed up against your back. You bit down on his hand, a shuddering groan fell from his lips as his hips pushed in again.

"my poor assassin." He whispered, "bhaal has chopped off your tounge hasn't he?" He kissed the crown of your head, his arm wrapping around your hip sickened with something. It traced fond circles around your sensitive bud.

He chuckled into your ear, another shallow thrust to break the taught muscle down. He nibbled on the shell, a pleased sigh coming from your lips.

"that allows me to talk as long as I want, hm? I believe- you wanted this so bad. You tracked me down. I can feel you, gripping my cock- like a steel vice. How bad must you want me- to milk my, ngh- cock like that. Dear bhaalist- you are mine to take from." He massages hips forward, further stretching your walls out around him. The gasoline that laced his fingers made you dizzy, his cockhead nestled against your bladder. The pressure in your abdomen was blinding.

Your walls memorized his veins, his blood vibrating with your visage. Sloppy kisses against your neck, a hand at your mouth that you bit at drawing out beads of coppery tasting blood. The other gripped at your hips.

"arch your back my beloved spawn, gods just like that for me you vile thing." He huffed, "you're so pathetic, like that hm?" He rolled his hips at the insitance of your keens, short thrusts against your spongy tissue made your vision glaze over. "You poor delirious little thing." Your chest bounced with his moments, he quickly pulled out rubbing his cock spitting on it before stretching your walls out again.

His hand smeared the spittle from your lips onto your cheek. Finding a place in your hair he groped at your roots, his hips finding a bruising pace. "gods gods gods" he repeated, his voice choking and warbling into your ear. "fuck yourself onto me avi- oh my dear spawn- delicious- you are... better than divine." His balls slapped against your clit, a sting from the stretch drove you insane.

"so close-so fuckin close- banes right hand- fuck- dear spawn please take our accursed children into your unholy womb-! Bless me- bless me with our union-" he stammered, his hips snapping quickly, filling the small space with wet slaps. You groaned into your arms, your eyes rolling back. Your spine tickled, skinny burned and itches as the wood of the shelf splinters under your grasp.

"Enver-" you groaned, your hips rocking back to his. Your skin flexed, the bones of your spine prodding out into your chest. Your voice becomes less understandable, a feral howl careening through the space.

"come- turn around it will be easier as you change-" he crooned, your skin stretching and budding under the pressure. He left you again, a cry erupting from your maw. He opened the door allowing you to lay as he admired you. "I'm afraid I'll sound odd when I say this, I've dreamed of taking you like this, you look glorious."

He kissed down your sternum your claws scratching at the hardwood under you. You gnashed your teeth as he pushed in, your innards clenching around him. You squealed loudly, teeth clattering together. He chuckled darkly, giving a tentative thrust. He bottomed out quickly his nose pressed into your taught stomach. Your limbs clicked and undulated, every sensation heightened in this form, you screamed at him again, clenching around him.

"god you are gorgeous- beautiful- elegant-!" He bit his bottom lip, his eyes shaded by the sweat slicked curls. Your tail twirled and thumped beneath him, pressing your thighs back, he entered at a new angle.

your maw opened again, tongue lolling out the side. He could tell you were so close- To snapping and changing back, to your soft fleshyness.

"Eh-n-vhEr." You warbled, in almost a human way.

"so close dear one- so so close."

You became ridgid as you rode out an orgasm, your skin stretching and shortening as you warped between forms. He keened again, shoving himself inside of you. He came inside of you, his tip nestled against your cervix, his hips shook slightly.

You found it, your skin glistening under a sheen of sweat. He pulled out shooting the rest of his load onto your stomach and labia, his hands quick to finish himself off. He continued bucking his hips into his hands, years budding from electricity of overstimulation. He bit his lower lip as his haunches shook, his tip against your entrance again as he rode out another orgasm. He painted your walls again, his hands scrunched close as his breath rattled in his chest.

He huffed a soft smile playing on his lips as she scooped up his cum and pressed it into your hole. The excess dribbed around his fingers.

"we should perhaps have a bath then- avi?" He hummed a little. Shifting on his heels he swore softly.

His knees began to hurt.

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iheartchv · 1 year

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Sweet and Salty (18+ TOC x F! Reader)

Your turtle boyfriend has been taking care of you and your needs, always putting you first. Tonight you want to take care of him and give him the same treatment.

I wanted to get this out of my head so im sorry if its not perfect. 🙈I'm such a horny heathen™️

Your turtle beau had just returned from patrol. It was a quick night and he wanted nothing more than to be with you. You smiled and crossed to your bedroom window as he entered your room. You tiptoed to entangle your arms behind his head, bringing him down to your lips into a warm welcoming kiss.

"Baby, I've been thinking..."

"What? What is it?"

It was hard to think with his hands all over you. His touch always set your body on fire. It felt good, but this wasn't about you at this moment. You wanted to show him how much you loved, cared, and appreciated him, simple and straight to the point.

"I don't get to show you how much I love you."

His hands rested at your hips. His eyes softened and a small smile spread across his lips. He dropped a kiss on your forehead.

"Sweetheart, you do. Everyday."

"What I mean is... I want to spoil you"

"Oh? What do have in mind?" he asked giving you a devilish grin.

"I'll just show you." you grinned back at him with bedroom eyes. "But first I need you to take off your gear and shoes, please."

"Yes, ma'am." he said in a teasing voice. He takes off straps and ninja gear, letting them drop to the ground with a thud. After tugging his shoes off, he steps closer to you.

"Now what?"

"Sit on my bed, make yourself comfy"

He did as you asked, waiting for your next command. When you started to strip you could see his eyes widen, but then the sexiest smirk grew on his face. That wasn't the only thing growing; you could see the bulge there that was straining against the fabric of his pants. You could hear a groan escaping from him as he stared at your naked form. His eyes darkened with a lustful desire that burned you to your very soul.

You stood between his spread thighs and kissed him one more time before tracing your lips along his jawline and down his neck. Next, your tongue ran over his pebbled green skin, and your hands and nails raked over his shoulders, his muscled arms, and down his sides. His moans mixed with a satisfied sigh that rumbled in his throat. You could feel your insides clenching and getting wet already.

"That feels so good, baby." he moaned. He shuddered when you found that one spot that made him feel weak. He was putty in your hands now.

After exploring every inch of his top half, your eyes sparkled for what was to come. You smirked up at him as you sunk down on your knees. "Let's get rid of these, shall we?"

He lifted his hips and helped slide the pants/shorts down to his ankles, kicking them to the side. You eyed his twitching cock and licked your lips, preparing yourself to take him to the edge of ecstasy. You'd be lying if this didn't turn you on; you probably was enjoying this more than Leo/Raph/Donnie/Mikey.

"Try not to squirm~♡"

You held his hardened length in your hand and slowly lowered your head down. Your tongue pressed at the tip and twirled around it. The quick intake of breath from above let you know that he was already getting worked up. You then took the head into your mouth, licking and sucking in the process. Your hands ran over his thighs and down to his calves, the parts of him you hadn't touched yet.

"Ohhhhhh myyyyyy gawwwwd" he moaned. "More, baby. Don't stop"

You then started pumping his dick while bobbing your head up and down; you knew what he liked. One of his hands slid behind your head and entangled his thick fingers through your hair. This urged you onward, doing whatever you could to taste and tease and take as much of him as you could.

After a while his shell touched the mattress as his eyes closed in pure pleasure. His hands gripped the sheets because he didnt want to hurt you by bucking his hips making you choke on his cock, even though he wanted to. He whimpered when you stopped for a moment... just to tease him before doing it all again, wanting to drive him crazy. It worked because he started pleading when he caught a glimpse of you touching yourself.

"Can I taste you? Please?" he panted and begged.

You stopped your ministrations and straddled his face when he laid back down. Meanwhile your mouth went to take his cock in again, using your tongue to tease him. Meanwhile he licked and sucked your wetness. You moaned around his cock, sending vibrations through him. Hearing him moan turned you on so much you secretly hoped that he would relieve you, too. You were already so close, and proceeded to suck and bob your head faster, wanting him to cum.

"Oh, god, Y/N, you're gonna make me cum!"

"Me too~!"

You let it all out, screaming as he drank your orgasm. As you came, he exploded in your mouth, letting out a loud string of moans and curses. You swallowed as much of his cum as you could. He cleaned you up as well, licking you clean of your creamy essence. Taking a breather, he chuckled as he sat up and turned you around to sit in his lap.

"That was amazing, baby." he praised you in a breathless tone. "I didn't know I needed that."

You softly giggled and kissed him deep. You could taste yourself along with him on your tongue. It was sweet and salty. Such an interesting taste, strange but not unpleasant.

"We taste so good together, dont we?"

"Yeah... thanks, sweetie. You're the best."

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animebw · 9 months

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Your review of ONK made me wonder: If a show tries to convey a message and the viewer fails to get it, how much blame can be placed on the author and how much on the people? A person may try to explain something as clearly as possible, but there will always be someone who won't understand, so who can be blamed?

I want to clarify that this is not an attempt at a last minute defense of Aka or the series, but a genuine question that has been on my mind since reading the review.

And I apologize if the question is unclear, I'm not a native English speaker.

Oh, it's a very valid question. And not one exclusive to anime; Fight Club is a perfect example of that question. So many of its fans see it as an aspirational tale of Manly Men Rejecting Modern Society And Embracing The Masculine Tradition Of Violence, but the movie's whole point is that its characters are a bunch of loser incels turning to violence and terrorism to cope with their emasculation complex and the whole masculine glorification of violence is Bad, Actually. Is it th4e audience's fault for missing the message so profoundly because it conflicted with their preconceptions and biases? Or did the movie just not do a good enough job communicating that message and accidentally made the concept of fight club itself seem way cooler than it meant to? Genuinely hard to say.

That said, one bit of analysis I've always found really handy comes from Lindsay Ellis' video series on the Transformers movies: "Framing and aesthetics supercede the rest of the text, always, always, always." When you're working with a visual medium, what's communicated visually will always register more strongly than what's simply part of the story and dialogue (hence why "show don't tell" is such a big rule). In the case of Fight Club, you could argue that the cinematography and editing do such a good job selling the illusion of fight club as something cool and fun and desirable that the intended subversion where the movie then goes "Psych! These people are all losers" in the final act doesn't register as strongly. In the case of anime, it's why your standard fanservice package does such a disservice to female characters; no matter how well written or interesting they might be, if they're constantly framed tits and ass first, that's how the audience will primarily remember them.

And don't get me started on Attack on Titan, which is basically Fight Club's issue stretched across almost a hundred episodes. You spend the first half of the series basically force-fed in-universe fascist propaganda that gives you a biased perspective on what's really going on, only for the curtain to pull back in the second half and force you to confront the grim reality the first half purposefully hid from you. It puts you in the same place as the characters, forced to re-evaluate everything you though you knew and realize just how easily you were taken in by lies and genocidal rhetoric spread by this world's version of the Nazis. But because the first half of the series was so effective at selling you on that rhetoric with its orgasmically violent action and rousing speeches set to epic music, a bunch of fans never grew out of it and continued beating the drums of fascism even as the series turned around and started ripping apart the very ideals it was once holding up. Which is how you end up with a bunch of unironic Eren Yeager stans cheering for him to literally destroy the world because they think he's some kind of based uberchad instead of a fundamentally broken shell of a man running on hate-fueled exhaust fumes until he burns himself down to nothing in his inability to escape the cycle of violence he's become ensnared in. Because that was the story they were trained to expect, and they refused to budge when the other shoes started dropping.

Now, that doesn't really apply to Oshi no Ko since its issues are all primarily text-based, not visual-based. But it's a useful bit of critical thinking that informs a lot of the way I look at media. In a visual medium, visuals always hit harder and leave a stronger impact than words alone, for better or worse.

#anime #tabw #tabw q+a #the anime binge watcher #oshi no ko

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Hello! Anon from before! Comment you say comment you get! I was positively swiped out from the ground with the whole fic, but this chapter? *Chefs kiss* The plot twist with Moon knowing language better than we thought is a really nice touch, I plan on rereading the fic with this new perspective in mind! I didn't really thought about the fact that Sun could use English much better. I just thought their skills are different there but nope. Moon is just a little drama queen. I love that you included "healthy relationship" beetwen Moon and Y/n, when they found out he can talk they were slightly irritated by it and expressed that but almost imidiatly (now they are sure he will understand complicated sentences) explains the situation and what they are feeling. Because ladies and gentlemen communication is the key 👏 👏 👏 Moon expressing himself with his thoughts about reader seeing him as a dumb animal or trying to tame him is also a nice touch that isn't really used in other fics I've read, If some alien thing appeared near my house and started trying to teach me to speak or to do some tricks I would be also offended. The no bullshit attitude is mu h needed fuck the little misunderstandings let's talk openly like a good couple fishman.

I also love the fact that even that y/n now can communicate with Moon and wants to get to know him they are still pretty cautious. As they explained its not easy to overcome first impressions especially when there have been their lives on the plate(in their eyes). I would love to see them warming up to each other! Which is already happening and I think it's so so cute they are both trying really hard to make it work.

The romance is just pure gold. I was squeaking with the whole bracelet thing. My man Moon got send to his namesake I'm sure he was seeing his kids with y/n get away to fish college at this moment keke. It's very cute that y/n regifted something as precious as shell to him. I am assuming the shell that he made himself and spend lots of time on is some courting proposal. So him getting something crafted with equal effort by his Brat will give him ideas. Good. We want more. I think you are great at creating tension and writing some really cute fluffy moments, as well as the more intimate ones. I love how you write y/n her personality, and reasoning. You created a great character that despite some strong character its still pretty easy to put yourself in their shoes.

The fact that Moon noticed marks after webbing on y/n hands is also interesting. I wonder what he thinks right now and what will he do with that information. Also I am hoping he didn't misunderstood that Sun was the one to rip them out. Coz when he asked of the reason they are gone we just started blabbering about the yellow mermaid and that they didn't really mean it .

I'm very curious about Sun and Moon relationship, for sure it's not bad as Moon said himself ,, he is mine,, ,,my Sun". It's intriguing what they are to each other. I feel bad for the guy he a little lonely boy with too much energy that gets into your personal bubble but he means well. I hope we will get to meet him officaly soon and that Moon after learning about our meeting will put some information about his human friend into his Sun so he will know better than to almost drown them hahah.

I really enjoyed the way you pictured Glamrocks and I was shocked when you said you are not very skilled in writing them. The dialogues for each of them works really well and you kept their personalities just perfect in my eyes. I was mesmerised how smoothly I went through this chapter and how many emotions it got from me. The dynamic in the team is great and they just appeared and with small nudges and small talks from you we can already tell or at least predict so much about them.

Of course we can't forget about Vanessa, she would never let us forget. But what amazes me is how you were able to create such a mixed feelings towards this character in me. I am a first person to throw someone into the jerk category fast but with her I keep changing my mind. She is very well written, annoying but you can sometimes see a little bit of the other side. There is clearly something wrong with her, with her hallucinations and paranoia. Also the fear of mer might play the role here with the big bad trap boi. As much as I want to showe her head into a grinder every second she appears I also get amused, such an interesting character. And this is all thanks to you those types are very hard to write. It only shows how big of a talent you posses.

I very much enjoy the relationship beetwen y/n and Bon Bon. Little siblings that bicker with each other all the time but when one of them shows up with dead man in the middle of the night they will help them dug the grave hahaha The personality you gave him is astonishing and enduring. I didn't read a lot about Bon Bon but know your version of him is my headcanon and lives rent free in my head haha. The little soft moments with reader that ends up in jesting are really heart-warming.

I am also very curious about Monty. Can he communicate with mers? I have a feeling some yellow fella got pretty excited that there is some possible friend nearby. Ahh I love Sun so much I want to cuddle him. All he wants is snuggles but all he gets is struggles.

The length of the chapter is a blessing I needed some good stuff to relax into and let my mind flow which you were able to provide so thank you. I mean it with my heart when I say you are very talented. This fic is well organised, with a good balance of all aspects that keeps you entertained. From the beginning I didn't skip any paragraph (which I admit is my sinful behaviour where something in the fic bores me ) and even rereaded to whole thing in the matter of days. I couldn't keep myself away trying to find something I might have missed amd relived the events once again. I love your version of the boys, the Moon being the first to open up and fall for reader is a nice change (where in most fics he is the one more cautious). I fell in love with him and his behaviour a big teasing, lovesick softy. It must have shocked him when reader's antena went missing haha.

Your addictions at the end of the chapters are so cute and bring me so much joy. I love your little ,,memes" and that sometimes it gives us the glimpse of others perspective. I can't recall which but some of your jokes from previous chapters got me laughing so hard. And stayed in my head that at the random moment hours later I would start chuckling. So thank you for that. Thank you for creating this fic and keeping working on it. I can say it's one of my favourites and we are only on the 10 chapter! This chapter was a blast that i will have to reread soon. Can't wait to see more of your great ideas. Keep up the good work and don't forget you are amazing ❤❤❤

DUDE AGSJQHWKAHDJQHSDBAKH I'M LITERALLY GOING TO LOSE NY MIND!!!

this has to be the most rewarding and thoughtful message i have ever received aaaauuuuu😭💗💗💗 i don't even know what to say!! i keep rereading over and over. you've taken note of a bunch of stuff i was rly hoping people would appreciate. the glamrocks especially, i worked so hard on their dialogue and flow, and the other side to Vanessa beyond the antagonism! i think every time i feel down or hesitant about my writing, i'll revisit this lovely comment, thank you thank you thank you!✨🌈❤️

#ask #There Are Many Benefits #this is very precious and close to my heart ❤️❤️❤️

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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Hello!! I've got a request for you, although it might be kind of on the...melancholic side.

If you don't feel comfortable writing it, it's totally okay.

Could I request the Riddlers' reaction to seeing the Reader while they're very sad? Crying, even? They're devoid of hope, they've got lifeless eyes filled with tears, and they're just about ready to give up on everything. They've probably isolated themself somewhere, too. Like their car, a cliff near the seaside, or the rooftop of a building, to break down in a fit of despair.

(i'm okay, i promise!! i was just in the mood for something kind of angsty and hopefully a bit of comfort, as well?)

Riddler Headcanons: Comfort and Angst

Riddlers x Sad!Reader, headcanons/ficlets ok i'm so glad you let me know you're alright because i was about to send like the coast guard to you or something to make sure you were fine >:( i was so happy to write this, i want to delve into more fluff and angst just to see if i'm any good at it, so this was a perfect opportunity and i hope it was ok! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: none just all fluffy and soft

Dano

he's so worried when he can't find you, but he figures he knows where you are. he makes it to your favourite place, under the bridge, knowing you well enough to hazard a guess that's where you might have gone. he doesn't say anything, just sits down beside you on the bench you go to when you need a moment. he doesn't have the right words anyway, he wouldn't want to make things worse. instead, he's happy to put his arm around you and let you rest your head on his shoulder, stroking your arm while you let your tears out. when he finds the courage to speak, his words fill you with comfort, covering you like a safety blanket. "everything will be ok, i'll make everything better for you. the world won't be as scary with me around."

Arkham

ok so you've locked yourself in one of the rooms in his lair, what is that going to achieve? if you're sad, why would you ever want to be away from him? and if you won't come out that's fine, he can be stubborn too! he'll just sit outside this door waiting for you to finish what you're doing so you can get back to your job. but his grumpy shell will break instantly when he can hear you crying through the wall, listening for a bit and trying to figure out what the best course of action is before telling you a riddle to cheer you up. "i can cry but i have no eyes, can fly but i have no wings...what am i?" he reassures you that whenever you want to come out, he'll be right there. take as much time as you need. but don't be much longer because he has work to do. "i'm kidding! well...only kind of..."

Capullo

you're being very dramatic, look at him, he's never cried, at least not that he remembers! and he's perfectly normal and well-adjusted and handsome. "don't cry please god i don't know what to do when someone cries...i can't think you're hot when you're upset and that's unfair." give him credit though, when he realised his usual brand of sleaze and tough love weren't working, he did move behind you to rub your shoulders, only having to be told once that now wasn't the time to press himself against you and kiss your neck. "ok cancel all of my schemes for the day, top priority is to get you back to your usual self, because if i'm not allowed to objectify you and touch you then what is the point?" it's crude, but it gives him an excuse to drop the act and let himself take care of you properly. you didn't even know he had it in him, but here he is, wrapping you in blankets and ordering your favourite takeout. who is this man? it's kind of weird actually...

Young Justice

by the time he's found you, you're done crying. sitting on a ledge on the roof of your apartment building, tears have left little streaks on your face and your eyes are red and watery, but you're past the sobbing. taking a bit gulp and a deep breath he comes and sits next to you. "i recognise you're in the acceptance phase now. whatever it was, you're past it now. i know the feeling. i'm here for your next steps though." he takes your hand in his and stares out over the city with you. "no one knows better than me how tough it is to keep going, but we've got this together!" he squeezes your hand tighter. "but please can we go somewhere safer, i really don't like heights..." it kicks you into protect mode, pulling you out of your sadness even briefly. he's a good distraction from your worries.

Gotham

guess who found their way to the docks and is literally running on his stupid long legs to get to you, standing on the edge of the pier with your back turned to the world. when you turn around, tears spilling down your face, he holds you in his arms. "crying won't solve anything. who hurt you? let's plan revenge." you assure him no one is responsible, it's just a feeling, emotions, your own body and brain are responsible you guess. "i understand that. we're out own worst enemies." although ed leaned into his worst enemy a bit more readily than you're willing to..."please, come with me and let me take care of you." and without much argument you're in his bed, wrapped in a blanket, being served soup and tea and listening to him play the piano. he keeps telling you he likes to feel useful, but you know you're there so he doesn't lose you again. it was nice of him not to handcuff you or drug you though!

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thesixthplaneteer · 4 months

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So excited I got @crownedinmarigolds into something Sci-fi and it's Star Trek! We watched a season and a half of Voyager and switched to Deep space 9. Of course we immediately came up with a ship that has all of our OCs on it as Starfleet officers. It's also got me inspired to write about it so here is a lil tid bit of what I've been working on. They are aboard the USS Antumbra, a Nova class ship under the command of Captain Carver Delroux. Their mission is to handle the dirty work of Starfleet. Benevolence can only go so far in a galaxy full of warlords and tyrants. They operate off book although they are more of a penal ship and menagerie of misfits rather than strictly covert ops. Sometimes the crimes of the few can be good for the many.

Todays episode is Holodeck Happenings ~below the break~

The warm briney breeze blew through their hair as the cool waves lapped at their feet. The hot sand shifted under them in their crescendoing passion. Nythanel’s hand ran through the coarse hair on Sydney’s chest, while Sydney’s hand gripped the back of Nythanel’s neck. Their minds opened to each other and their desires guided their bodies. It was bliss, ecstasy, excitement. It was a moment long waited for. A perfect scene crafted for them to enjoy each other. Nythanel tugged at the waistband of Sydney’s swimming trunks when their empathic bond was suddenly broken by the sound of someone clearing their throat. They looked at the source of the noise to see the human bartender holding a phaser in his hand, aiming it directly at them.

“Fuck, Sydney!” Nythanel said, pushing himself off of his lover. “I get this enough on away missions, can we not?”

Sydney didn't have to be an empath to know Nythanel was frustrated, but being a Betazoid he felt a hot angry wave radiating off his half Klingon half Romulan lover.

“I didn't program this in.” Sydney said, rolling onto his side. “Computer, remove the bartender and any other hostile elements.”

There was a heavy pause with only the sounds of the waves brushing the beach.

“Nice try, but your tricks don't work on me.” The bartender said.

“Did someone come in?” Nythanel asked, looking back at Sydney.

“No, I'm not picking up on thoughts or feelings-” A phaser shot from the bartender cut Sydney off and reduced his coconut drink to a smolder. He was stunned, unsure and inexperienced in dangerous situations. Being the ship's counselor usually kept him out of these sorts of messes.

“Enough talking. I am part of the United Union Consortium. You two StarFleet officers will be-.”

Nythanel cut him off with a loud guttural yell, throwing a cloud of sand into the man's eyes, causing him to reel back and shoot off a wide shot from his phaser. Nythanel leapt up from the ground and tackled the man. With one double fisted pummel the man was unconscious.

“Just what I needed on my day off.” Nythanel grumbled as he picked up the phaser.

Sydney stood up next to him. “Computer, end holodeck program.” He was met with silence. “It's still not responding. Do you think safety protocols have been disengaged?”

“I have no idea. I think I know a way to test it.” Nythanel replied as he began looking around on the beach.

He found a shell and broke it in half, then dragged the sharp side across his forearm. Green blood welled up from the small cut.

“Yep, no safety protocol.” He said before licking the wound clean.

“What do we do? Surely there has to be some kind of override.” Sydney said, a low panic in his voice.

“This ship is crewed by people that don't exactly adhere to regulations. I doubt there is one. If we're lucky that was the only glitch and Lieutenant Lyubov will shut it down once our time is up.” Nythanel said.

“ Well, that’s an hour and I can think of worse places to be trapped with you.” Sydney said with a smirk, feeling more confident as he stepped close to Nythanel.

That confidence quickly faded as the beach suddenly disappeared, and they found themselves in the middle of an arena with a chanting and roaring crowd. Large braziers with bright flames lit the room. A bat'leth replaced the phaser in Nythanel’s hand. Banners displaying the symbol of the Klingon empire unfurled. At the far end of the arena entered two Klingons, armed with their dreadful blades.

“You take the one on the left, I'll distract the one on the right?” Sydney said uneasily as he awkwardly held up his own bat'leth

“Damnit Sydney…” Nythanel said under his breath as he prepared to fight. ~~To be continued???~~

#star trek #my writing #sydney #nythanel

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apolloanddaphnis · 1 year

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Amberline

Part II

Disclaimer: It's not good or proofread. This fic will have mature content, it will not stay sut free for long...

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I was hiding from Gretchen.

Okay, that's not true.

I was hiding from Gretchen and her friends Sonia and Jerrica. I wasn't in the mood to answer questions about why I wear my hair like Morticia Addams according to Jerrica, or listening to Sonia obsess over Kyle's angst and why she would be good for him.

Sonia is very off, whenever she sees Kyle with another girl, she acts like a jealous girlfriend. Sometimes she'll give him the cold shoulder, and naturally he won't even notice. That one week when he was with Kayla Kendall, Sonia sobbed in the girl's bathroom, wrote Kayla Kendall has herpes on the bathroom wall, ripped up her diary which apparently consisted only of Kyle and attempted to flush the pages down the toilet which only caused a flood.

She now has a week of detention.

I like them though. I think Gretchen is nice to talk to, I opened up about my old friends ignoring me and told her it felt nice to be included. Last week we had a sleepover at Jerrica's. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the girls like scary movies too, and they let me pick the movies since I work at Blockbusters and get the discount. We watched Scream, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Slumber Party Massacre II, and Donnie Darko. We had pizza hut and of course talked about Kyle. They can't stop talking about how he approached me at morning mass that day, but I reminded them that he hasn't approached me since. He was probably just intrigued because I was a girl he hadn't seen before.

I hated how that made me feel sad and insignificant, because I couldn't stop thinking about him. And when he wasn't paying any attention to me, which was often, I would watch him. I'm writing a story about a serial killer who has fallen obsessed and in love with this girl who feels all alone. The killer is an actor and no one suspects his crimes, I based him off of Kyle. Down to those loose, satin curls of his.

I think about him so often, I even made a CD of songs that remind me of him.

I'd never admit that out loud, how I would die of embarrassment if I was another girl obsessing over the mad, bad, and dangerous to know Kyle Scheible.

But yes, I was hiding from my new friends. It's very hard reading around them, and lately I've been enthralled by Flowers in the Attic, a book that the school and most schools have banned. It had lies, murder, incest, everything horrid and written like poetry.

I was hiding beneath a tree on the school property, headphones on and listening to Hole's Live Through This, album to set the mood right.

It was a hot September day, I had two buttons undone on my school shirt and my socks scrunched down, one leg laying down as the other was hitched up. My hair was piled up on top of my head and held together by a tortoise shell banana clip, a myriad of my raven strands fell from the clasp. But it was off my neck and that was what's important.

I swallowed the words on the pages with greed until I felt someone beside me. I froze when I saw long pale fingers, a disproportionate thumb resting on the page, teasing its hem. I smelled laundry detergent, cigarettes, and a spicy cologne smell as I felt someone against me.

I pushed my headphones down to rest around my neck and looked up to find Kyle reading the words on the page of my book with intensity.

Instead of demanding what his problem was, I found myself studying his perfect profile. His prominent Adam's apple I wanted to suck on, the razor sharp jawline and his aquiline nose. His eyes look greener today, like marble green. His hair fell in his face and I had the strongest desire to brush it away, but the breeze did that for me and I envied that breeze for doing so.

"“Around us, below us, this huge house seemed a monster, holding us in its sharp-toothed mouth. If we moved, whispered, breathed heavily, we’d be swallowed and digested.” You really are little Miss-Scare-All, aren't you Amberline?" He finally took his eyes off of the page after reading that excerpt, to stare intimidatingly into my eyes.

I swallowed, my chest rose and fell from my hammering heart, his eyes briefly dropped down to my heaving breasts like some dirty romance novel. We were so close, I could almost taste his neck. I could bite his collarbone if I wanted.

"How do you know my name?"

His eyes remained dead but a silver of a smirk decorated his lips. "I asked your friend, Gretchen. She nearly uh…had a heart attack though." He chuckled breathily. "You're a little hard to track down Amberline Frasier, someone said you were in the art room and you weren't. You take the bus to whoever or wherever knows where, and you work at Blockbusters but I never see you there."

He was looking for me? I was speechless, there was nothing special about me, I'm not pretty or interesting or social. I have no interest in climbing up the high school social ladder.

He brushed his fingers against my naked thigh, I didn't stop him or feel offense, I just wanted him to never stop touching.

"Everyone is calling you a witch." He smirked.

"Oh…that's okay…"

His smirk almost formed into a smile and he leaned in closer, slipping something into my bag. "Your lack of care for what your peers think of you, is intriguing." He then stood up. How someone could rise from the grass so smoothly, I'll never know.

But he was gone as quick as he arrived. I looked at what he slipped into my backpack, finding a copy of The Crucible, I opened the book to the bookmarked page, and there highlighted the quote "‘— a death-ridden woman, haunted by dreams.’".

Then a ripped piece of paper was paperclipped to the page in messy handwriting, reading, "meet me after school in the parking lot, tell me what haunts you. I want to know about the witch of Immaculate Heart." - Kyle

@meetmyothersouls

#timothee chamalet #timothée chalamet #timothée chalamet x oc #kyle scheible #lady bird

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sorcerersandskillusers · 5 months

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Here's an extract of an old fic I wrote years ago, writing Dazai was and is one of the most fun/hard things to do ever

Context: Atsushi just found Dazai floating in the ocean with a crab in his mouth there are other people there, but they don't matter for this part “Damn it, he got away.” He muttered as he crawled around franticly searching for something, until he came face to face with Atsushi’s legs.

“Atsushi-kun, fancy seeing you here. This must be the third time we’ve met like this, remind me to have Kunikida get you an ice-cream as a prize” his tone was friendly and perfectly normal as if he hadn’t just nearly drowned but was instead meeting a friend in a café.

“Dazai-san… I thought you’d stopped doing suicide attempts by yourself?” Atsushi said with a mixture of disapproval and resigned sadness in his voice

“Ugh, Atsushi you think I would try to pass on from this world all alone? You doubt my honour as a suicidal maniac? It breaks my heart to hear my own college say something so cold.” Dazai replied in an overly dramatic tone, completely ignoring the sudden shift in atmosphere.

Looking unconvinced, Atsushi sighed and asked, “then what were you doing in the ocean? Were you just ‘having a relaxing float’ again?

His tone clearly indicated that this kind of thing was not new to him, and probably happened more often than any of the others could have imagined.

“Ah…” Dazai said, a smile slowly creeping its way onto his face, “so you want to hear about my grand hunting mission.”

“Grand hunting mission!?”

“I shall call it”

‘Dazai Osamu Adventures!: The Terror Beneath The Harbour’

He then posed dramatically, which might have looked impressive… if he wasn’t still soaking wet and covered in bits of seaweed.

It all started at the office, I was studiously working on some reports for the president after having wrapped up my 3rd case of the day-

Studiously working? I don’t think i've seen you actually finish a report since I joined the agency, you always just give them to me to do

Do you want to hear the story or not? As I was saying. I sat at my desk when I overheard Kenji say something very interesting.

“The best food is always the food you kill and cook yourself; I remember when I made my first beef bowl from the cow, we’d been rearing that year, it was like heaven in my mouth.”

I was inspired, I wanted to taste that heaven myself. So, I decided to hunt down my own meal and cook it for the agency. Of course, I chose to hunt the most delicious creature in the whole world the king crab, so long had I enjoyed the canned crab from the supermarket, now I would finally feel the thrill all great crab hunters must feel to give us such an amazing food.

I don’t think that’s a real job-

I immediately started researching and quickly found that there was a perfect crab hunting spot not too far from the city, and after collecting my supplies, I set out on my great hunt. I walked to this spot and dived straight into the ocean.

After searching the dark, cold waters for a while, I was beginning to give up hope, but then I spotted it. A horned shell as red as blood and two claws that could tear through a tank with ease, my quarry was here, and I was ready to fight. I pulled out my weapons, (a crab fork and a knife I stole from the kitchen). And dove towards the beast, we clashed in an epic battle, steel against shell, claws against bandages. But in the end, he managed to disarm me.

I knew I stood no chance against such a mighty foe without a weapon, it was hopeless, I would have to abandon my mission and run.

But then…

Dazai’s voice rose to be even more dramatic as he slowly raised his hand to his chest.

I remembered my colleagues, how much trust and faith they put in me as the most respected detective at the agency. How many trials they had overcome for my sake, and I knew that couldn’t fail here. I would have my home cooked crab even if it cost my life.

I grabbed the crab's claws with my own hands, there we wrestled back and forth, neither willing to give in, two warriors locked in mortal combat. then I thought of you, Atsushi-kun my loyal and faithful student and like you decided to solve my problems by biting them-

Hey that’s not-

-AND so with my prey defeated, I triumphantly celebrated, which was interrupted when I remembered I hadn't taken a breath for 15 minutes and promptly passed out.

"And that's when you found me," Dazai finished with a smile.

This was from a chapter draft for my very first fanfic, it's crazy how much has happened since then. Since ill probably never update that fic again, I figured I'd share this with you guys.

(side note; It's weird how much this feels like a bsd wan, considering I wrote this before I knew what bsd wan was)

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai #dazai osamu #dazai being dazai #dazai being a dramatic bitch #atsushi needs a raise #nakajima atsushi #bsd fanfic #bungou stray dogs fanfic #my writing #my fic #bsd funny

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