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corvidae-00 · 8 days

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if your comfortable writing this, can i request joost with a reader who sh? he accidentally finds out by their sleeve accidentally sliding down or something (im on the brink of relapsing and i need angst with comfort 😭😭 not forcing tho lol, if ur uncomfortable writing this don't force yourself!!!)

A/n: I’m totally okay doing this! As someone who has fought this battle I totally get it and I hope you are okay Anon!! You have people who love you and you are so special in your own ways! Beautiful inside and out 🫶 I hope this helps and know you are never alone!! My DMs are always open honey

CW: SH, angst, sensitive topics, Joost being a sweetheart,

YOU ARE LOVED!! be safe everyone!

988 (suicide prevention)

It had been a pretty hot day in the Netherlands and your boyfriend Joost was set on taking you on a hike! Which would have been totally okay if you hadn’t just gone through a relapse… you don’t even know why it happened or what set you off, you cleaned them pretty well but they were still tender and you knew you couldn’t convince Joost to cancel the hike that he was so dead set on.

“Long sleeves, eh?” He blinks at you in suprise his owlish expression kinda funny “yeah! It’s a cute shirt!” You blow him off waving your hand dismissively and your boyfriend nods with a shrug “it is cute you got me there” he pinches your cheek before leaning down and giving you a big ol kiss on the cheek before peppering your face with them. The sunshine that your boyfriend is always makes you feel so free and warm. “Let’s go!! I want to get there before it gets packed!” He chirps taking your hand and pulling you out to the car after making sure you had enough water and packed the sun screen

After hiking for a few hours you and Joost found the most beautiful ledge looking over a beautiful river covered with pine trees and mountains as far as the eyes can see. “Wow” you mutter wiping your brow and fanning the neck of your shirt “that’s breathtaking” you mutter and Joost chuckles looking over at you “it is isn’t it? But the view infront of me is even better” he purrs and you look over at him blushing madly “don’t even with me” you laugh covering your face with your hands leading to Joost wrapping his arms around you in a big hug “let’s take a selfie!” He says tugging his phone out of his pocket “say cheese schat!” He puts the phone out in front of you two

As the sun gets closer and closer to setting the more you forget about your arms to busy listening to Joost tell you about random things he knows about the wilderness or just random facts he finds interesting. Without thinking you tug your sleeves up to your elbows to help the air circulate through your clothes and cool you off. Joost looks back at you mid laugh at a dumb thing he had brought to your attention about ducks “and then I learned that buffalo!-“ he stops taking a quick glance down at your revealed arms and pauses- and then you watch his face go through a few different emotions- landing on devastation “schat…” he mutters stepping towards you like you might run. Realizing your fatal mistake you can sense the color draining from your features

“Joost I-“ you try to come up with excuses or reasons but you come up empty “I’m-“ you stop feeling your boyfriend slowly pull you into his chest and wrap his arms delicately around you “why would you feel the need to hurt…” he questions searching for the words through his broken English “I don’t know…” you respond honestly not trying to move your arms or run away- just leaning into Joost like a life line “I’m so sorry-“ you start but joost shushes you softly shaking his head “don’t be sorry, you aren’t in trouble and you have nothing to be sorry for” joost says pulling away and gently bringing your arms up to his face kissing around the sounds careful not to irritate them or cause you pain “come to me next time my love” Joost mutters gently looking up at you “please allow me to help you” he pleads and you nod starting to tear up “okay..” you whisper and Joost straightens up and kisses you passionately “I love you with everything I am. I love you for any amount of time your head can come up with and more.” He confesses “and even more than that” he runs his fingers through your hair “I love you” he wipes away your tears and holds you close

When you two got home Joost had pulled you into bed and kissed you more times than you could count praising you and rubbing your back “you are beautiful. So beautiful” joost says softly between the two of you “beautiful”

A/N I hope you all know how loved you ALL are!!! I may not know everyone but I love everyone and no matter how hard your battle is never give up! You are all so strong!

Sorry if this seemed rushed or wasn’t that good…I’m on my phone and at work 😂 but I saw this request and knew I needed to get it out!!

I love you all!!!!!!

#joost klein #x reader #joost klein x reader #joost klein fanfic #joost klein x you #joostice #joost klein fluff #joost klein x f! reader

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fwkiera · 15 days

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💋Skz reaction to you cuddling them for the first time💋 pt. 2

maknae line<3

genre: fluffffy

a/n: sry this took so long to post 😭 i’ve been wanting to write other stories too n i’m writing another one rn so stay tuned 👀

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han: His reaction wouldn’t be the most calm out of all of them cause he’s wanted to feel your body pressed against him for so long (not in that way) but he would hold you close and make sure to never let you go after that. You would being able to feel every breath of his on your neck but of course it didn’t bother you one bit. After that experience, he always asked to cuddle you every second that you were free. If you were cooking or doing that laundry, he would pick you up bridal style, turn off the stove (if u were cooking) and throw you directly in the bed just to fall asleep in your presence. Every time he did that, you protested against it n said “wait baby, i have to get the chores done” but he followed up with “chores can wait.. need you.�� no one could ever resist the eyes he so naturally gives you and you cave into his desires with a small chuckle as he brings you back up to the room.

felix: he can be very emotional sometimes. so when you first decided to tell him ‘scoot over’ with the wave of your hand, he obliged just to have you snuggle up next to him. Him being the big spoon in this made it even better so maybe he sheds a tear or two. When you turn around and find the tear rolling down him face, you’re shocked but wipe it off n give him a little kiss. Once you turn back around to get your phone, he whines b says that he’s wants to ‘see your beautiful face’. you slowly turn back around again and nuzzle your nose against his chest just to fall asleep minutes later.

seungmin: once again, he’s another person that would act all cool about it but loves and craves your touch everytime of the day. if and when you do cuddle him, he can’t help but huff n puff so he can’t still keep his ‘mean dom’ side of him. but you don’t listen. if you did listen though, he would probably pout n look at you with boba eyes just like han. it kind of makes you confused since he was huffin n puffin not that long ago for you to get away from him. once you get back in bed or on the couch again, he pulls you close n plays with your hair which makes you slowly doze off into a hazy dream.

i.n/jeongin: he says he doesn’t like skin-ship, but when it comes to you, he’s into it all of a sudden. it takes you by surprise when you get into bed with your boyfriend and randomly he grabs your waist to pull you closer to him. you look at him with some confusion but all he ends up doing is kissing you and falls asleep soon after that. when he wakes up and find you gone from his arms and the bed, instantly gets up in a rush just to find you eating some noodles on the couch watching a random k drama you found. it makes him giggle a bit as he joins you on the couch and asks to eat some noodles with you.

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a/n: IK ITS NOT AS LONG AS THE OTHER ONE BUT IM SORRYY !! it’s 2am over here n my brains rotting😞 hope u guys liked it tho !

#skz #skz fluff #stray kids #stray kids fluff #jeongin #i.n #felix #han jisung #cuddling #fluff

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sapphicmsmarvel · 3 months

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acotar x reader: one day at a time

Tw for death:

Reader loses somebody and their friends are there to pick up the pieces. A lil sprinkle sprinkle of az x reader bc that's MY BABYYYY

Lotsssssss of acts of service within the group.

Also bc im a petty asshole i included a snippet of one of my racist aunts who said some wild shit to me at MY SISTERS FUNERAL and just basically dissing her. (literally why would you stare at my poc best friend who's just trying to support me. This bitch stared at MY GIRL?? MY BESTIE???? NUH UH NOT ON MY WATCH BITCH).

Said best friend was just like “she’s never seen a brown person before marie it's fine.”

NO ITS NOT. IDC IF THIS IS MY SISTERS FUNERAL WE’LL MAKE IT A DOUBLE FUNERAL.

I'm petty.

soooo this is born out of grief for my sister. My sister passed away on 03/11/21 and this is very much catered to my grief and these are my comfort characters so naturally i'm gonna write about them when it comes to helping their loved one grieve.

and yeah this is gonna be based around the reader's sister dying. what can i say. I'm on brand.

also reader is feyres childhood friend that got turned into a fae with nesta and elain. i feel like that’s just the staple with my fics.

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When you got notified of your sister's death, it was actually a pretty good day up until that point. Sunny day with clouds, a wonderful brunch date with Mor, adorable children at the studio with Feyre. Afterwards, the two of you began walking back to Feyre’s, content on playing with Nyx for the evening before retiring to your own home. When you walked up, Feyre looked at you and told you about how the Inner Circle were having a meeting inside the office. So you two quickly joined them.

When you walked in, Rhysand held out a letter, “this was a letter delivered to you.”

You made a face and grabbed it, “okay, so why are you all staring at me like that?”

“This person walked into the Spring Court and dropped it on Tamlins doorstep.” Cassian said. “They dropped it in the middle of night, just when he wasn’t prowling like a creep.”

“What the fuck?” You asked as you analyzed it.

No name but yours and a pisspoor address.

Lady Y/N L/N

Night Court

“We didn’t know if it was a…” Azriel trailed off, realizing how silly what he was about to say was. “Hence, why all of us are here.”

“We’re also just nosey.” Mor shrugged, her nose wrinkling.

You snorted, and tore into it, “you could’ve opened it.”

“It’s your mail. We may be protective bastards but you still have a right to privacy.” Rhysand drawled.

Feyre stood next to you as you pulled out the paper, your eyes tracing over it.

“It’s from my dad.” You said recognizing his handwriting.

Then, it all went to shit.

Your big sister was dead, the woman you fought with a lot of the time but yet would take a beating for. Your big sister who helped guide you through life, who would always be there even if she was pissed off at you for some inane reason.

Gone.

You just froze, not knowing what to do. You’re pretty sure Az asked you a question, then Cass, then Rhys. Then you felt Feyre’s hand on your shoulder.

I need to leave.

I need to go before I hurt someone.

You just wordlessly handed the letter to her and winnowed away.

You didn’t go to your apartment, you didn’t go to the townehouse, you didn’t go anywhere they would find you.

You went to the middle of the forest. You just picked a random point to lose it.

And you did.

You didn’t remember much of causing the damage. Only that you managed to stop when Azriel’s arms wrapped around you. You just kept screaming. “I know, I know. It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here.” He said, his lips against your hair.

His shadows wrapped around your hands, cool wind kissing away the raging inferno of your cuts. You collapsed, taking Azriel to the ground.

He just held you as you sobbed. You felt his own tears hit your neck. He usually did a better job masking his emotions, but it was you crying, you who he had a deeper bond with. So he let his emotions run free.

“Y/N!” Feyre called into your mind. Your shields were down and you didn’t even notice.

“Az has me, i’m sorry I-”

“Don’t apologize. I would’ve done worse if I found out…” Her voice trailed off.

“I’m sorry I ran off.”

“Do not apologize.” She said sternly, “After you and Az are done come back to the River House. You can sleep at our house tonight. Guest bed is currently being made up.”

She left your mind before you could respond. You breathed in the smell of Az.

Azriel brought you back to Feyre and Rhysand’s home. Rhys had trouble with touch, but never with you. He brought you into his arms instantly. You tried not to let the tears surface again, but it was quite hard when a brotherly kiss was pressed against your head.

“We got you, Y/N.” He whispered against the crown of your head.

Nuala and Cerridwen made you your favorite food. Which prompted you to start crying again. The twins looked so panicked that it almost made you laugh. Elain made your favorite cookies, which again kept the tears going.

“I don’t know why I’m crying over this.” You said helplessly, you managed to laugh during that.

Feyre and Elain hugged you from both sides.

You retired to the guest bedroom, you found a pile of fluffy blankets and your favorite candy. As well as a bouquet of your favorite flowers with Mor’s handwriting scrawled on the note. Amren left you a bottle of your favorite wine too.

Eventually, after some more tears, there was a knock at your door. You called out for them to come in but saw Nyx.

The little guy was walking even more, speaking full sentences. It’s insane to you that he grew so fast but it has been 5 years since he was born.

“Go on like we practiced.” You heard Feyre encourage from behind the door frame.

“Hi, Auntie.” The little guy mumbled. Holding a glass of water. “I have something for you.”

“Yeah buddy?” You smiled despite the shitty day. Your nephew made everything better.

Rhysand walked in behind him, as did Feyre. Rhysand lifted him up onto the bed while Feyre handed you a cup of hot chocolate.

You were just glad Nyx wasn’t holding the hot drink.

“Here’s some wata.” He said, his small hands handing you the glass.

“Oh thank you.” You said earnestly and took a sip. You set it on the table. Then you laid back down and faced him. “Just what I needed.” You were genuine.

“Auntie, are you sad?” Both Feyre and Rhys froze at their sons question. Clearly, he was going off script.

You sniffed, “yeah, Nyxie. I’m really sad.”

“I love you.” His eyes were so big, so genuine. You were going to cry for a whole new reason.

“I love you more.”

“Nuh uh.” He said, as a typical toddler wanting to argue no matter what.

You huffed a laugh and opened your arms. “Come here.”

He crawled into your arms with no hesitation. You were careful of his little baby wings as you held him close to you.

You loved this kid.

Feyre settled in behind you on the bed, Rhysand joined on the other side with his son.

They held you as you drifted off into a dreamless sleep, hoping to see your sister one last time.

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When it came to planning the funeral, you had to go out to your family’s cottage to help. You said you could go alone, but frankly, good luck telling Nesta and the Valkyries to stay behind when one of their own is in pain.

So when you saddled up to your family with three warriors behind you, they were scared a bit to say the least.

Emerie held your hand during the funeral discussion as Nesta watched the director to make sure she wasn’t insensitive to you. Gwyn stood guard behind you. They were protectors, they were not gonna leave one of their girls to deal with this alone.

Eventually, the funeral was planned. The rest of your chosen family came out and surprised you. You sent a notice to them of when the funeral was and told them they didn’t need to come because you knew how busy they were.

When they showed up on your family’s doorstep to surprise you, you started crying again.

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The day of the funeral, it was the entire inner circle crammed into the living room of the cottage of your mortal family’s living space.

You felt bad cramming two males with wings into that small space, especially with so many other people. But Cassian and Azriel assured you that there’s nowhere else they would be.

You slept sharing a flimsy mattress with Elain, since the other two sisters were with their mates. But Feyre and Rhys slept close. So did Nesta and Cassian. Both women facing your general direction.

Azriel did not sleep. He wanted to be there in case you woke up in tears again.

Amren slept sitting up against a wall, she wouldn’t admit it but she wanted an eye on you. She only trusted hers.

Mor was curled on the other side of you. You were sandwiched between her and Elain.

Emerie and Gwyn slept down by your guys’ legs. Emerie’s head on Mor’s thigh. Gwyn hugging Elain legs in her sleep.

Azriel chose not to mention what happened when your dad came downstairs in the middle of the night to check on you.

It was as if he wasn’t sure if you’d really be there. He just lost one daughter, he didn’t want to lose another.

He nodded at Azriel who nodded back. Assuring him that you weren’t going anywhere. That you always had people watching out for you.

As everyone got ready, it was a somber moment. Elain did your hair, Mor did your makeup, Amren set out your jewelry and Feyre handled your clothes. They didn’t want you doing anything.

Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie let your nephew and niece play with their swords. It was the one thing they seemed interested in so they let them do it.

Rhysand was currently trying to get your dad to accept a check from him and Feyre to pay for everything plus anything else your parents need during this time. Your father was refusing. Rhys spoke bluntly. “Your daughter is my family, please let me take care of her family.”

Your dad didn’t. But Rhys hid the check in your dads night table. He felt yucky going into their room but did it to make sure they got the check.

On the way to the funeral, Azriel had offered his arm for you to take, which you gratefully did. Rhysand got the door for you. Az led you in. The overprotective bat boys acted like your body guards, which you appreciated, however you couldn’t help but giggle a little bit at it.

Nesta told you before the funeral to let her know if you wanted her to intervene to keep some relatives away.

One of your (racist) aunts kept telling you how you’re responsible for your sister's kids. Then when she saw Azriel, Cassian, Rhysand, Amren and Emerie, she just stared. Before you could intervene, Elain and Gwyn stood in front of them.

You almost wacked her so hard it was going to be a double funeral. You had prepared them before that some relatives were racist. They didn’t give a rat's ass.

Oh and then everyone in your party including you were Fae. That also did not help.

Hence why you lived in Velaris, away from all the bigotry.

During the service, Feyre sat on one side of you, Amren on the other side. Feyre clutched your hand and Amren even held out her hand for you. She always had a soft spot for you. Mor’s makeup didn’t last long throughout the service which is why she did bare minimum on your face.

Afterwards, you left pretty soon after the service was done. You just had to leave the building. You guys went to a pub in your funeral attire. Azriel sat next to you and Nesta on the other side. Rhys refused to let you pay. But you knew he was trying to get you riled up. It was working.

He was incredibly happy to see the fire return to your eyes.

At that moment, with your family, you knew you were going to be okay.

Just have to take every day one step at a time.

#acotar #acofas #acomaf #acowar #feysand #acotar x reader #nesta x reader #nesta x cassian #feysand x reader #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #elain x reader #emerie x reader #mor x reader #morrigan x reader #gwyn x reader

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medusavsviperz · 2 months

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Jealous jealous jealous boy

anon made this for me, i js edited it

warnings: smut, cussing, degradation, jealousy

relationships:catnap x reader

writing type: second person

genre: smut

Today the playcare had gone a bit rough, almost as worse as you could handle.

Catnap had been assigned with monitoring some older orphans in detention, you on the other hand had to deal with some bratty toddlers during recess.

"Taylor! let Maddie go!" you scolded, trying to get this little shit off another child. "But she took my crafty plush!" the girl said, still tugging on Maddie's hair who was softly crying. I can't do this you thought to yourself growing frustrated, just as you were about to probably scream from the overwhelming situation Catnap showed up. "Taylor. Unhand Maddie." he said coldly, a little bit of red smoke escaping his mouth. She immediately let go and backed up in shame and slight fear, "I-Im sorry." she croaked out tearing up. You inhaled and stepped between them "It's okay, But Dogday will be hearing about this, he'll decide what will come next..now come on vou're goina to the off-" ... "I'll take her. go clean up." he interrupts, already leading her away. "Oh." was all you said before heading to Catnaps room.

You drag yourself to bed after putting on a simple tshirt and panties, sighing as you relax against the mattress before dozing off. The sound of rustling and footsteps wake you up but it's obviously your feline boyfriend, being half asleep you felt yourself dozing back to the sound of him getting into bed. "Cat?" your mumble, but he reaches down to grope your breast and wraps his tail around your thigh.

"Today was shit baby." he said in between kisses on your neck. Just the thought of fucking you to sleep made his cock throb in need, he stains the back of your panties with pre cum as he grinds against your ass. "Fuck baby please." he moaned, rolling his hips harder. Oh no.. you think to yourself. You were too sleepy to be doing any of that!, not that you didn't like this form of intimacy with Catnap, it's just that you're too tired.. "I can't.." vou told him. moving your backside from his crotch "Can't we do this in the morning love? I promise" you mumble through closed eyes."But I want you now." he rasped out in arousal and frustration, but he'd never hurt you intentionally so he backed up. "Later" you huffed, laying your head on Catnaps chest to offer affection. He sarcastically rolled his eyes but took you in his arms in a heartbeat.

An hour later you two were basking in the quiet and cool room before you heard soft pattering against the floor and a quiet whimper came from the floor. You look down and smiled "It's just critter..aw." you cooed, picking up the Mini Catnap." Look,and it's one of yours kitty!" you held in his face, grinning." i wouldn't care if it was DogDays..get that little shit outta here." Catnap mumbled, an pit jealousy growing in him. You frown and lightly smacked his arm before placing the mini under your arm."Stop being mean baby, he just wants attention" you scoffed. Catnap rolled his eyes and kept his gaze on the critter, eyes narrowing as it licked your hand. He growled and got out the bed, snatching the mini out your arms before putting outside his room and shutting the door."What the fuck Kitty!" you frowned, folding your arms just to be pinned down and kissed roughly.

"Ah..wait." you moaned as Catnap placed marks along your neck and ripped your panties. "'Shut the fuck up" he rasped out, rubbing his cock between your thighs. He lines up in your wet hole before slowly thrusting "Nngh..thats it take it.." he grunts before rolling his hips in your cunt, angeling his hips just right to drive his cock deep." Catnaap~" an pathetic whine left your lips as you scratched his back, he hissed and arched his hips."Oh fuck..do it again" it was no surprise that the feline could be a masochist so you trailed your fingers a little deeper along his shoulders, making him moan louder and stuff his face in your neck to muffle his sounds.You smirked and cuffed his face in your hands "like that?" he couldn't help but whimper and nod his head, making a lewd moan that gave you butterflies."Hah- aahh!" you panted feeling yourself grow close, you couldn't help it he was hitting every sensitive spot. Over and over. His hips slamming against yours, the sound of your bodies slapping against each other flooded your ears."Ffuuah..gonna cum!" you whined, tossing your head into the pillows deeper. Catnap reaches down to thumb your clit before his hips stammered "Fuck!" he groaned as he came on your thighs, collapsing next to you with heavy breaths.

You felt his arms wrap around your body but you pulled back "What..what are you doing?" .. "We're not done love~" you crawled on top and started bouncing on his cock. "Ahh shit!..wait!" his hips bucked up into yours, hands reaching up to squeeze your tits. He was already close to cumming again so fast at an embarrassing rate so Catnap grabs your hips and stilled you "hnng..I said wait." he mumbled through gritted teeth, feeling his cock twitch and leak pre-cum

"Mm..you sound close baby..go on, cum".

Without hesitation Catnap flipped you over and started pounding your ass like a madman "Baby- oh fucck." he groaned.

You were moaning in the pillow helplessly as he fucked you like an doll, with one hand he reached over to rub your clit

"CatNap- fuck, please!" you whined before cumming over his cock. With one final snap of his hips he came,making sure you didn't waste a drop. Before you could object he collapsed on top of you, low purrs left his body. With a sigh you scratched his ears before sleep took over your vision. In the corner of your eye the catnap mini sitting staring at you two.

you'll deal with it tomorrow

made by anon/medusavsviperz

#ns/fw #poppy playtime #fanart #catnap #dogday #artists on tumblr #catnap x dogday #daddy’s babygirl #daddy k!nk #deep sleep #daddy's good girl

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iiratix · 2 years

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Hello!! Im not sure if requests are open but if they are here is my request :

Can you please make headcannons for an AU where cracking your bones in twisted wonderland is basically breaking them? And in our world it's completely normal, also this isn't supposed to be an x reader, just headcannons for heartslaybul

Fright

Where the Prefect give the entire group a test of courage, or in their case, worry

The two of them were busy with each other, joking like any other day. It's rare for Y/n to be able to enjoy the freedom of a full day like this, without them realizing it, they already feel a bit of stiffness and aches in their necks.

Following Ace closely from behind, Y/n reached out to the back of their neck. Massaging the nape, trying their best to reduce the ridiculous amount of ache. If only school hours were over, they would've gone back to the dorm, laying down on the bed and enjoying resting their entire body from the fatigue. It would've seemed all of those long — forgotten troubles had finally caught on physically, tiring them out.

"Oh, that's right! N/n~ Don't be lazy, okay? After all, you should really keep an eye on Grim—"

CRACK—

Y/n felt their joints shift slightly back in the right direction. Hearing such a beautiful voice in their ears, they felt a relief that cannot be expressed in separate words. They smiled slightly, shook their heads left and right, feeling the joints return to the right direction completely.

They raised their heads to face Ace once more, but what they found was a pair of hands holding their cheeks roughly, their interlocutor's eyes filled with concern. The warmth of his gloved palm radiating out of the black leather glove. For once, Ace was far more easy to read. And to decipher what he's currently feeling. What they cannot tell; is the exact reason for this sudden switch of a personality.

The type to show his worry but in another kind of way. Trying to remain cool and compose, cracking up another story of an excuse. Ace won’t fully admit it whenever he feels worried per se, even if he did, he still tries to cover up with different excuses.

"I'm joking~! Come on, don't take my words seriously! You can be lazy but don't do it again!!" Y/n blinked incessantly, questioning her friend's sudden 360 degree behavior.

"What do you mean...?"

"Ehhhh...? What do you mean, what do I mean?"

Ace won’t fully admit it, however, he himself has a certain soft spot to his first friend by this school. Despite the roller-coaster disaster they must overcome, he keeps an eye out for Y/n more specifically. He is indeed a jerk and a tease, but behind that facade, lies a figure that would keep an eye out for his friend's well-being.

"Listen..." He started talking once more, so Y/n had no choice but to hear what he had to say. "I totally understand. Like really!"

"There are times when you want to just give up, but as far as I know that's simply not your style!!" Y/n who listened to Ace felt dizzy for a moment, knowing that there was a misunderstanding that occurred in such a short time.

“And what you just did was completely lame!! Can't you tell I'm joking?? Or Prefect, are you really sensitive?? Where is the lost and presumptuous magicless student who fought such a terrifying student?! ”

“No, wait—”

"Just because you can't handle one harmless joke doesn't mean you can break your bones like that."

"Ace—"

"Fortunately, you didn't completely break your bones—"

"Because I didn't break it, you idiot. I crack ‘em. To be specific, I'm aiming for the joints rather than bones." Ace for once looked taken aback, he looked at the flat Prefect of Ramshackle House, confirming the truth of where they had spilled. He casually put his hands behind his head, turned and walked ahead in front of them.

“Oh, of course I know that! I was just trying to see the stupid look on your face.”

At the end of the day, Ace is quick to dismiss that embarrassing misunderstanding, but bringing it up would certainly make the tip of his ear brightened up.

It was a normal evening, the warm light that seeped through the window, falling down onto their figure. Two students are currently reviewing their notes, until one of them finds it tiring to keep on taking pre-notes.

Deuce mutters under his breath, reading the same words over and over again. Test will soon come and he cannot slack off during that time. He need to get a high score, he need to maintain a well-built report, he need to—

CRACK—

The end of his writing turned into a messy scribble. He bopped his head up, pupils shrinking by the sound. Deuce heard something, something that resembled the sound of a breaking bone. And who would've thought, it is precisely coming from the person on the other side of his table. His mouth was agape, taken aback by what they've done to themselves, carefully watching their next movement.

Apparently, while he isn't looking at all, Y/n managed to crack the bone around the wrist area, popping through those bubbles that become the reason for their stiffness. However, showing displeasure, it seems like it wasn't enough to get rid of it entirely. They violently shake their hand around, trying to ease it down. Planning to do a round 2 of cracking down until the negative pressure disappears.

But alas, a hand prevented them from doing so as they were seen to do it again. A gloved hand that held her other wrist, gently, carefully, as if it was afraid to harm it any further. Raising their heads up, Y/n lifted one of their eyebrows, taking notes of the worry by Deuce expression.

"Don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

First of all, you’re, I mean they’re cruel if they did it out of purpose. If not, congratulations, they have made the baby of the group worry over their action. The type to worry and show it evidently, even frowning while looking at their direction.

Overwhelmed by his concern, Y/n cannot prevent the cold sweat that dribbles down their forehead. What is his problem? He suddenly holds their wrist, preventing them from moving any further. At times like this, they would’ve come up with a snarky comment. But, they cannot bring themselves to do that when he stares at them intently.

“You’re going to break your bones.”

“I— Pardon me, what—?”

Unlike Ace, who takes an entire detour around Twisted Wonderland to get to the point. Deuce immediately says the reason behind it all. In his mind, he assumed that Y/n was aware of the consequences behind their action. Thus, he didn’t appreciate the way they made him worry.

“You’re trying to break your bones.”

“...Pft—”

They snorted, finding it adorable how his worry switched to a confused expression. How can they hold back a laughter when Deuce takes the wrong kind of deduction. Y/n lower their head, trying their very best to refrain from laughing. It’s too much for them, too funny in their opinion. Especially when he thought they were trying to break their bones. What kind of fool would willingly break bones like that? Not them.

“Pft— Deuce, I'm sorry.”

“Huh?”

After a moment of explanation, Deuce cannot help himself but feel embarrassed. Face overheating from the small mistake. The entire study session, he cannot bring himself to look at them, knowing the smug expression that awaits him.

It was probably enough for their normal activities, talking rumors, taking quick photos and even walking peacefully down the halls of the NRC. Cater and Y/n chatted cheerfully, exchanging information about how the day had passed and whatnot. Unfortunately for them, their last subject is PE class.

“Ne, ne~ Have you heard? The Adeuce duo is at it again!”

“What did they do this time… Hm—?” Y/n reached out to massage their shoulders, frowning slightly. They could swear it was painful to move it. Meanwhile, they tried to listen carefully to what he was talking about. However, one thing that caught their attention overall was the stiffness in their shoulders. It must be because of Vargas's completely relentless workout.

"Which also reminds me, we haven't taken a picture together yet! So, how about we…"

CRACK—

Y/n groaned in satisfaction, twisting their shoulders back a little forcefully to get that wondrous feeling. Well, that's when the light of the shutter binds right in their eyes. A swift and unstoppable light had blocked their vision. To that, they reacted by blinking rapidly, reducing the hazy light that appeared in their vision, slowly returning to their sense of sight.

Cater was looking at them. Pupils blown wide, mouth parted open and phone in hand. The reason behind that light was the camera being accidentally pressed. As a result he took pictures that could be said to be somewhat traumatic from his point of view.

He would be surprised rather than worried. It would happen after a moment of stunned silence, before expressing his concern still with a bewildered expression.

". . ."

The two of them stood in awkward silence, trying to figure out what each other was thinking, especially Y/n who wondered what was up with that flabbergasted impression. They stared at him, brows furrowed, lips parted, until Cater smacked them on the head.

"Hey! What was that just now?!"

"What are you talking about?!"

Cater will initially think it's some kind of joke that's trending these days. Ignoring their inquiries, he immediately searches for the hashtag that is relatable to this situation. Much to his dismay, he did not find it and grew even more confused. There's no way they would've done it by accident, right? Or is it?

"Let's get you to the infirmary."

"Huh? Wha— Hey! Cater-senpai!!"

Y/n felt odd, the way Cater wrapped their hand against their wrist and gently, forcing them to come along is quite uncharacteristic of him. And furthermore, the way his cheerful and bright demeanor switched to a stoic one, made them feel uneasy. They never did anything, other than fixing their one and only lament which lies by their shoulder. Why does this – or rather nothing – have anything to do with the infirmary?

“I’ll make sure you get a checkup.” If possible, Y/n wished they’re the one who smacked Cater by the head.

He practically dragged them to the infirmary, making sure nothing bad happened to them after the checkup. It's a senior's job to keep an eye on his juniors, right? And he just did what he was supposed to do. It took some time to explain it thoroughly to him. When he finally got the point, he laughed it off. Probably planning to do this kind of trick in the future.

What are other ways to bond over other than a baking class? Of course, it had become a common schedule between the two. Where Trey specifically taught them a new dessert recipe and they continued to jot it down in their notepads, ignoring how their fingers were screaming the word, tired.

"Make sure to only use a teaspoon and a half." Y/n wasted no time, they jotted them down, scribbling pen on a piece of paper, eyes trained by the notes slowly filled with the different kinds of recipes they had learned over the last few days.

Trey looked at them, smiling very sweetly. Act like any other proud chef looking to his future successor or beyond. He reached out and patted them on the head, telling them silently how they were doing pretty well in today's lesson too. He returned to his explanation, doing so through action as well. Baking something for Riddle and teaching someone while doing it? He might have killed two birds with one stone.

However, this has been going on for quite some time. Even Y/n had realized such a fact, releasing and clenching their fists countless times. Focusing on the current Baker, they contemplated what to do to release the amount of pressure with their fingers. Y/n looked back at Trey, nodding along with his explanation.

CRACK—

Trey suddenly stopped what he was doing, facing completely at Y/n who was trying their best to write with their other hand, the hand they rarely used to write. While their dominant hand is currently being cracked one by one, with the help of the thumb pressing the area around the bottom of the finger.

Sensing the silence, Y/n looked up from their notes, noticing the worry that was showing on Trey's face. "Hmm?"

I do not understand the purpose behind this, but if they ever wished to see their disappointed mother's expression all over again, there you have it. Arm crosses, brow furrowed and the way he looked down on them, it yelled out the most unacceptable word, disappointment.

"Y/n, what did you just do?"

"Uhm… I… I cracked my fingers…? You know… Like… How some cracked their knuckles but I'm doing it one after another…"

Y/n forced herself to be quiet. The way Trey deep creases – if possible – makes him look like an ordinary mom who disapproves of every action they take no matter what the outcome. Whether it's good or bad, it doesn't matter in this case. Disappointment will always be disappointment. The kind of feeling that was currently choking them alive.

He's not the type to ask why, he's the type to look at them, asking by the way his alluring gaze was present. At the same time, it shows the privilege he has been having this entire time. The same kind of instinct of an older brother, that's ready to scold his younger siblings for their wrongdoing.

"Don't do that. Scratch that, you cannot do that."

"I—"

"Do you understand?"

That one word, that one word is enough to hold authority over many people. Quickly, they nodded their heads, completely shutting their mouths, obeying his orders. It brought satisfaction to Trey, patting them on the head once more, returning to his own bakery.

"Good. I'm just keeping an eye out for you, you know? Sorry if I sound harsh."

Trey is possibly used to multitasking at once. Hence, he's finishing up the dessert he's currently making, before looking for a way to help out with their dilemma and problem. Taking care of his junior is what a dutiful senior would've done.

"Here, if you ever feel your fingers constrict, avoid doing so. Instead, dip your fingers in warm water."

Trey motioned for them to put their fingers in the bowl he had prepared, waiting for the cake to finish baking. Reluctantly, Y/n slowly dipped their fingers in the water, feeling the warmth coursing through their skin and bones, a soft sigh of pleasure leaving their lips, smiling contentedly.

"...This is nice."

"It is, isn't it?"

Of course, he did not forget to reward them at the same time, giving a slice of a fresh baked cake to them after their hard work in keeping up with his own personal baking session. Patting their head for the umpteenth time this day.

How fun isn't it? They are friendly, very sweet and not forced or anything, to help Heartslabyul once again. With what? Ah, it's time to paint the roses red. Offering another hand to help Heartslabyul who was short on hands, they had been doing this job for an entire hour.

Red paint drenches the pale white Rose. The smudge of the smudged color fell to the ground while the brush gently dipped into the paint can. Y/n yawned, showing signs of exhaustion as they carefully brushed the white flowers of the same color. How did they end up in this situation again? They couldn't be sure.

Finishing the top area of the rose bush, they carefully descended the ladder, keeping an eye on the ladder. The least they wanted was to misstep and fall to their own deaths. Y/n dropping the brush on the inside could hurt. Felt really tired from the job. They've been painting for what seems like forever and their break is aching from all the careful positioning they've been in.

They raised their arms up, bodies arched forward, ignoring the presence of someone trying to check their condition.

"Y/n, how's your side—"

CRACK-

The voice was magical, dispelling all feelings of tightness behind them. They hum in satisfaction, lowering their hands. But, out of the corner of their eyes, they could see a familiar scarlet color. Which reminds them of a bright and dazzling rose. Behold, Riddle Rosehearts in all… Glory… ? Or worried?

Needless to say, he was horrified. He stood there, unsure how to react. Riddle wondered how they could look at him so innocently. It was as if they had never tried anything like splitting their spines in half. In the first line, he would stutter, trying to get out of his daze and accept the answer.

“I… You…”

“You? Me?”

Staring at each other head on, two students, one a dorm leader and one an invited prefect. Opening their lips, they tried to ask once more, however that soon turned into a dreadful expression, seeing the familiar beet red by Riddle's face.

"HOW DARE YOU DO THAT?!"

"HUH?!"

Riddle cannot express his concern, albeit the misunderstanding. He assumes it was all an intentional action, as if they would've done that to begin with. But, he's consumed by rage, in an adorable kind. Ahoge tensed up, comical white eyes, face flared up in the sea of red – due to anger, I might add – last but not least, the angry pout by his lips. He even tried to remember whether they unintentionally break the rules.

"Why did you do that?!"

"Did what??? I'm just painting the roses red!! Is it not enough for you?!" The two yelled back at each other, having their argument and objection. Apparently, their little roundup of aggressive yelling caught the group's attention. It was at first Ace and Deuce, who's seeking out for their dorm leader before Trey and Cater come along, watching the two bicker together.

The other watched in amusement, watching how Riddle did not say his famous line yet. Even with the look of anger in his face, it was obvious for the others it wasn't simply over anything unrelated to Y/n conditions.

"...Ne, senpai, are we really just going to watch them?"

"Don't worry, the two are all bark and no bite."

"This is totally them~!"

"Hold on, is it just me or did they keep on surviving dorm leader wrath?"

It took an entire argument to come into a adjournment. However, it is worth the fight. Became at the end, you'll receive a blushing mess Riddle due to embarrassment. For the entire week or more.

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princesssmars · 1 year

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wildfire

some starmora x reader nsfw headcanons

wc : 1.162

cw : nsfw content! triad poly relationship (fmf). dom!gamora, switch!peter, sub!reader. some sex position links bc i think they're fun. strap-on sex. anal. pda with butt slapping. masturbation.

an : watched gotg 3 and definitely not broken. new gamora is cool but im always gonna miss og gamora so expect more starmora stuff to come bc im bisexual and sad <3

so lets say you joined the guardians early, peter and gamora already have that spark between them and now you've arrived and thrown them for a loop.

while you and gamora are still mostly trying to deal with your romantic feelings, peter is being driven crazy by his sexual ones. he's not stupid enough to jeopardize the budding relationship he has with the both of you by sleeping around.

(not to say he didn't get tempted, there was this one chick with blue skin, big doe eyes and four arms and-)

still. he's not that stupid. but, he does have needs, so he jerks off. a lot. every time he does it he thinks about the both of you. the feel of gamora's skin when his hand brushed against it that morning, the smell of the new shampoo you pick up on the last planet. even just the memory of you two laughing at one of his shitty jokes is enough to make him finish.

not to say gamora doesn't get herself off as well. i don't think she would have that much sexual experience or at least not as much as peter does. just a brief hook-up occasionally to take the edge off. but when you complimented a new armored top she bought that complimented her arms and peter agreed with that stupidly charming yet sleazy smile of his, she couldn't help but lay in her bed that night and rub her puffy clit until she had to bite down on her hand as she came.

it wasn't long after that you all became official.

in the bedroom, gamora is a dom and peter is a switch. to her, there's something about quill commanding the team during missions and casual settings and being reduced to a man on his knees begging for you to touch him anywhere.

but don't for a second think you're off the hook. if you ever get too cocky when she's dominating peter, she won't hesitate to put you in your place. her favorite way to do it was sitting you on a cushion with a direct view of the bed, your hands bound behind your back with a vibrator stuffed inside you as you were left to whimper and beg as she rode peter into oblivion. she keeps eye contact with you while she has her hand around his threat, teasing you about how flustered you look.

gods help you when they're both in a dominating mood. it's mostly after they got roughed up after a mission or the person who hired you was more of an asshole than usual. on those days they don't hesitate to toss you around like a ragdoll and do with you as they please.

one time you were left behind to take care of the ship while they negotiated with the person who hired you, which must have gone wrong with the looks on their faces when they got back. before you know it you're pressed into an arch on your bed, gamora's hands pushing your mouth and tongue deeper inside of her pussy, as peter grabs your hips and helps you throw it back on his dick.

peter would love positions where he can make eye contact, loves the intimacy of it and loves to see the facial expressions you make. doing the counterblow or fireworks in the pilot's seat, a deck chair, or python in bed when your both craving contact. right before you both cum he'll pull away from sucking on your tits or neck to look you in your eyes, whispering "i love you"'s and "cum for me, cum all over me baby"'s as you both reach your highs.

gamora will take you in any position she can. not to say she doesn't love the intimacy occasionally as well. there have been more than a few times where she gently drags you to her room, places you on the bed, and eats you out agonizingly slow for over an hour before crawling on top of you and slotting herself over you, riding your cunt until neither of you can move from overstimulation. her faves would be 69, eagle, plain, and a full nelson if she's feeling pent up.

oh and gods help you when she gets her hands on a strap-on. she found it in a sex shop on a little excursion to a shady planet for rocket to find some rare materials for an invention. quill had seen it first, practically begging the two of you to go inside with him. while he and you were pointing at different beads and gadgets and giggling at the obscenity and absurdity, gamora is busy stalking along a back wall, looking at the different dildos and harnesses with piqued interest.

when she tells you that she booked a hotel room for the three of you for the night, you can't help but get a little giddy at the idea of another night of pleasure with the two of them without having to quiet yourself by biting or gagging. you don't expect gamora to come from the bathroom, a black harness around her hips with a long and thick dark red dildo attached to it. after she gets your consent and gets you prepped, your body is held up and squished between the two as peter thrusts into you from the front while gamora takes the back. you didn't leave the hotel room for two days.

they are very different in how much pda they like to show in public. gamora is more subtle, still wary to let others know how much you really mean to her, plus she likes to keep the romantic and sexual side of her life more private. she'll settle for soft smiles across the room, brushing her hand across yours when she walks by. if she's feeling devious she'll come up behind you while you're doing something under the guise of "helping you", when in reality she's pushing her entire body against yours and maybe throwing a small little thrust in there too. nine times out of ten it will leave you flushed beyond belief and she'll walk away satisfied.

peter is. a whore (affectionate). he is not afraid to be affectionate with you in public. hand holding, hugging, kissing, etc. you already know he's fond of slapping your ass, and will do it every opportunity he gets. if you do it back to him he will literally go like :0. definitely doesn't get a boner.

their aftercare is unparalleled. while you're coming down from your high, peter will rush to get a rag for you all to wash off the liquids and sweat, while gamora will whisper sweet gentle praises while making sure the both of you are hydrated. no matter how rough or quick the sex was. they will always end it with you cuddling in their arms as they whisper to you how much they care about you. <3

#marvel x reader #marvel #mcu #mcu x reader #guardians of the galaxy #gotg x reader #peter quill x gamora #peter quill #peter quill x reader #gamora #gamora x reader #peter x reader x gamora #starmora x reader #starmora #starmora x reader smut

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coffeeghoulie · 7 months

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well you KNOW im gonna come in here and ask for mountrain. whatever your heart desires so long as theyre disgustingly in love abt it ♡

i gotchu <3 it's been a Hot Minute since I've written mountrain, hopefully this is sappy enough lmao

Winter peeks around the corner, temperatures dropping with the leaves, everything dreary and grey before the first inevitable snowfall covers the dead vegetation, brown grass and barren trees. Mountain slips out of bed and makes the trek down to his greenhouse every morning, long before the sun rises, to make sure his plants, his babies, are ready before the snow chokes the life out of them.

He can feel the coldspell incoming, feels it in the way the his joints start aching, deep in the bone. He swallows hard, looking at the work he has in front of him. The glass panels need to be inspected for damage, replaced and insulated. The pipes need to be drained, so they don't freeze and burst. All of his fragile plants need to be covered and brought inside. The whole building needs to be cleaned, top to bottom, including his makeshift nest area in the back corner.

It's necessary work, Mountain knows it, has done it every fall for years. It still doesn't mean he likes doing it. It's, for lack of a better term, a mountain of work. But it has to get done. So Mountain squares his shoulders in the pre-dawn darkness and gets to work.

He loses himself in it, doing his best to ignore his sore joints as he hauls potted plants inside, checking over each leaf and stem for disease. He works, making countless trips in and out of the freezing air as the sun starts peeking out over the treeline, tinging the dark sky with pinks and oranges, the budding light softening the florescents that light the greenhouse.

It's quiet work, almost meditative, which means he jumps nearly a foot off of the ground when someone knocks at the door. Mountain spins, very nearly dropping the potted petunias he's hauling in. His heartrate calms as he realizes it's his mate, waving at him through the glass. He smiles, warmth spreading in his chest, gesturing for Rain to come in.

Rain slips into the greenhouse, latching the door behind him. He's got two large thermoses tucked under his arms, and Mountain groans in appreciation, striding over to his mate and taking the thermos Rain offers to him.

"G'morning, sunflower," Rain says, voice sticky with sleep. He's clearly just woken up, pulled on one of Mountain's sweatshirts, the hem coming down to his mid thigh, over his pajamas and made the journey out to the greenhouse in the cold November morning just to bring him tea.

"Morning, tadpole," Mountain says, cupping Rain's jaw with a big hand, leaning down to steal a kiss from his mate. His skin is cool to the touch, and Mountain tries to push his body heat into his mate like a fire ghoul would.

Rain hums, shivering as Mountain's pinkie brushes against his uppermost gill. "Bed was cold," he whispers against Mountain's lips. "You'd been gone so long, figured you might like something hot to drink."

Mountain pulls back, reluctantly letting go of his mate's face to crack open the thermos. He's hit with the herbal scent of his favorite tea, steaming up and curling around him. He takes a sip, eyes fluttering shut as the taste hits him.

"I love you, tadpole," Mountain says, groaning as he greedily drinks down his preferred green tea blend, the one he adds mint to. Rain knows just how he likes his tea, two spoons of honey from the hives he keeps.

Rain grins, flashing his serrated, shark like teeth before taking a swig from his own thermos, the smell of chai drifting from his. "Love you too, Mount," he says, leaning in to nuzzle against his shoulder, not quite awake enough to fuss over the dirt that always, inevitably, ends up caked on Mountain's clothes while he works.

Mountain sets down the thermos, turning back to the water ghoul and wrapping his arms around his waist. Rain smiles wider, looping his arms around Mountain's neck, standing up on his tiptoes to do so. "Hey, baby," Rain laughs. "What's up with you?"

He sighs, Rain's smile contagious. Mountain ducks down and presses a kiss between Rain's seaglass horns. "So glad I met you," he whispers against the blue black waves of his hair, mussed from sleep.

Rain nods minutely. "Me too."

The world shrinks until it's just the two of them, no cold bed, no ever-looming snow. They stand there, basking in the warm humidity of the greenhouse and each other's presence. Everything smells of green tea and plant life and rich, warm earth.

Eventually, Rain pulls back. "It's cold, sunflower, how are your hands holding up?"

Mountain makes a noncommittal noise, but Rain levels him with a glare, and his shoulders slump. "A little stiff," he admits, removing one hand from Rain's slight waist, examining the redness at his knuckles, wind-whipped and raw.

Rain hums, snatching Mountain's hand in between his own. "Oh, baby, that looks like it hurts," he says, rubbing his thumb over his tender knuckles. "I know you've got that balm somewhere, the one with the aloe and the calendula?"

"It's back by my bed," Mountain says. "I'll put some on when I've finished this."

"Nope." Rain chuckles, slipping out of Mountain's grasp and rummaging through the cabinet near Mountain's personal corner. "You've been at this for hours, sunflower, we're putting some of that on, and we're going to take a cuddle break, and then I will help you get the greenhouse finished, okay?"

Mountain smiles as Rain returns with the tin of balm, already opening it and taking a dollop of it. "Alright, tadpole."

Rain takes his hands, rubbing the ointment into Mountain's knuckles, tenderly caressing the damaged skin. He works in silence, before capping the balm and taking Mountain by the hand, leading him back to the daybed he keeps in the corner.

Mountain kicks off his muddy boots before laying down, opening his arms for his mate. Rain follows suit, unlacing his boots before tucking himself into the crook of Mountain's arm, snuggling into the earth ghoul's embrace.

"I love you," Rain whispers, eyes slipping shut.

Mountain yawns, long and low. "I love you too."

#had to consult the Nickname Spreadsheet for this one #brought to you by my daylight savings inflicted SAD #fic request #forlorn-crows #mountain/rain #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #dot's writing #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction

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llightshower · 1 year

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“im right here.” ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

m.list

pairing: aged up!iwaizumi x gn!reader (who’s scared of the ocean.)

summary: you n your bf, iwa, go out to the beach on an excruciatingly hot day so he goes in the water to cool of… but you wont.

wc: <600

warnings/ content: pet names (hon, babe, baby).

iwa told you that you guys should have brought the umbrella, but you didn’t wanna carry it on the sand so now, here you are, on your beach towel at 12 in the afternoon with the sun directly hitting your face like a ball of pure fire.

“iwa you were right.”

“i fucking know,” he wiped sweat off his face as he set up his chair.

the two of you tried to sit in the sun, but it was just too much and you were starting to get a migraine.

“im going in the water baby,” iwa said, squinting his eyes to look down at you.

“noo, don’t leave, don’t let me suffer in the sun alone,” you pouted.

“so come with?” he responded so matter-of-factly.

you sighed, getting up. the two of you practically jumping over the hot sand until you were at the water. you stood where the ocean met the sand, iwa getting in.

“that’s it,” he looked at you confused, sure that you weren’t any less hot than before but you knew damn well you were not getting any closer into that water.

iwa walked back to you telling you to get in and that you would for sure pass out if you didn’t. you two would have gone home, but it’s not like it was any colder there.

“babe, just get in.”

“no, im fine really.”

he grabbed your hand, dragging you into the water, ignoring you telling him to let go. you stood in the water for 5 seconds before turning around to leave, but iwa softly grabbed your wrist not wanting you to leave.

“no iwa, i hate the water, it makes my hair messy.”

“so i’ll brush it?”

“well, it’s not good for my skin- the salt water.”

“that’s a lie.”

you rolled your eyes, annoyed that he was right once again, “fine iwa, im scared of the ocean.”

“what? why? you know im right here.”

you crossed your arms, “because the waves, and what if i just drift out? you know im not the best swimmer, and the fucking fish-“

he laughed a little, not making fun of you, the opposite. he laughed at why you thought he’d think it’s stupid, he truly didn’t care.

“im right here, i won’t let you drift away or anything, we don’t have to go that deep either,” he spoke very sincerely, “i promise.”

you tried to hide a little smile, but you couldn’t, you loved how caring iwa was.

“fine,” you rolled your eyes and he linked his arm with yours. he guided you through the water, softly, and constantly assuring you that you’re fine.

you stopped moving once your neck was in water while you were standing, “okay that’s it.”

iwa looked at you and smiled, “not so bad is it?”

you were still a bit anxious but he made you feel a bit better, you shook your head, however it was only a matter of time till you wanted to walk back and iwa didn’t mind.

as you two walked back to where you were sitting he said, “don’t try and lie to me, hon, i can always tell.”

you laughed, “the water really does make my hair messy!”

“mhmm.”

#haikyuu #iwaizumi fanfic #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x male reader #iwaizumi x gender neutral reader #iwaizumi x female reader #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi x y/n #aj fluff <3 #fluff #haikyu x reader #haikyu fluff #comfort #haikyuu comfort #iwaizumi comfort #hajime comfort

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ranhaitanisgf · 5 months

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congrats on 2k, hana <3 I would like to request a fluff scenario for "delinquent & class president" & "sneaking out to go on a date with them" with shinichiro <3

— shinichiro sano // delinquent & class president // sneaking out to go on a date

☆ ˎˊ˗ hiii key ! this was sooooo cute omg im sry this took so long my disappearance from tumblr was longggg 😭 i kind of didn't emphasize the class president and delinquent thing tooo much but its there if you squint lolol

☆ ˎˊ˗ wc ; 1.0k+

☆ ˎˊ˗ gn!reader implied

masterlist || 2k masterlist

“...are you sure you want to do this?”

“why not? you’re always telling me i need to loosen up more, right?”

“well yeah, but don’t you think this is kinda an extreme first step?” you took a moment to ponder on shinichiro’s words before responding.

“might as well, to be honest. i don’t really want to be home right now anyways. i’d much rather be with you.” you answered, smiling softly at the boy in front of you.

in any case, it might have been a bit of a risky move to still be outside your home twenty minutes after sneaking out of your bedroom, but you were completely sure that nobody would notice, so you weren’t too worried. you could tell by his somewhat worried expression that you hadn’t entirely convinced him, but you just dragged him along, swinging your connected hands back and forth.

“c’mon sano, show me something cool!”

“hey! i thought i told you not to call me that!” shinichiro whined, tugging you back. you turned around to face him, thinking that the somewhat displeased look on his face was rather cute.

“call you what, sano?” you teased, making him groan in response

“stop it! you sound so formal and i don’t like it!” you wrapped your arms around his neck, seeming to ponder something for a moment.

“fine, you win, shinichiro.” the lips you loved to kiss so much turned down into a pout, his hands moving to rest on your hips.

“you couldn’t have gone with something cuter? something like babe, honey, even sweet-”

“stop, before i change my mind!” you interrupted, rolling your eyes at the cheesy nicknames. “how about, i don’t know, we actually go somewhere?”

“leave it to me! just say the word and i’ll take you.” shinichiro said, his thumb jerking towards his bike. “this baby can take us to any place you want.”

you pondered for a moment, swaying back and forth a bit with shinichiro as you weighed different places.

“hm, what is there to do when sneaking out late? nothing’s open…” you murmured, thinking out loud. “we could go to the park, but if anyone saw me they would definitely think that i’m a good for nothing delinquent-ow! hey, i was joking!” you exclaimed, rubbing the spot on your forehead where shinichiro flicked you.

“so you’re saying i’m a good for nothing delinquent?! woow, and here i thought you loved me! oh my goodness! what ever will i do?!” you rolled your eyes at the dramatic performance from the boy in front of you, grabbing the flesh of his cheeks and squishing them together, (you found it cute how instead of complaining about it, he just looked at you the most love you’ve ever seen).

“you knowww i was just joking, shin! now take me somewhere! surprise me with your wily delinquent ways!” your demand was met with a laugh and ruffling of your hair from shinichiro.

“my wily delinquent ways, you say? hah, i guess i have no choice other than to fulfill your desires!” he teased, leading you to his bike. “this brilliant delinquent mind will think of a place to take you!” he plopped his spare helmet onto your head, bringing the strap under your chin to secure it properly.

looking at shinichiro up close was something that you would never get tired of; the darkness of night paled in comparison to his eyes, the inky shade so deep that you wished you could drown in it. contrasting the jet black color of his irises, the care and love that you could always find in his eyes was unrivaled, making it seem like you were the only person in the entire world, everything else fading into the background.

“what’re you thinking about?” shinichiro murmured, finishing clipping the strap for the helmet. it was strange how the two of you could go from teasing and having fun with each other to suddenly being soft and serious, but you didn’t mind it at all.

“mm, nothing much.” you answered, your lips upturned into a soft smile. you pecked him on his cheek, lips pressing against his skin for a bit longer than necessary before pulling away, taking a seat on his bike. “are we going to go?”

“jeez, and they call me a troublemaker. the real troublemaker is this little goody-goody!” shinichiro teased, seating himself in front of you and turning the key in the engine of his bike. his beloved motorcycle revved to life, rumbling softly in the background. “just so you know-”

“your bike is loud, shin! save the talking for when we aren't outside of my house still! let’s goooo-mmph?” the boy in front of you turned around quite suddenly, leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours. it was only for a moment, but just that moment was enough to keep more words from forming, your lips tingling as he leaned back again.

“(y/nnn), it’s not nice to interrupt people, y’know. i was gonna say i love you.” shinichiro pouted, turning back around and promptly ignoring you.

“wait, i’m sorryyyyy, i love you too!” despite your words, he kept ignoring you, kicking the kickstand back and beginning to drive. you wrapped your arms around his waist, propping your chin on his back as you tried to get his attention. “shinnn, i’m sorry! you have to admit, your bike is pretty loud, okay? hey, say something! i’m earnestly apologizing here!”

“hmph.”

“i’m not above tickling you, y’know.” you got no response at that, leading you to slowly poke his sides. you could see him shaking, but there was still no laughter or response, so you amped it up, full on tickling his sides.

“h-hey! do you, hah, do you want me to crash!?” he finally let out, laughs spilling out as he was driving.

“all you had to do was respond, so i’m happy now.” you responded, stopping your tickle attack and returning your arms to their position around his waist. he wasn’t going so fast that you had to hold on for any particular reason, but you liked to use it as an excuse to be close to him. resting your head against shinichiro’s back, the scenery of different buildings and cars flew by, the city lights filling your vision. the pretty sights combined with the faint beating of his heart that you could hear filled you with a sense of serenity; it was absolutely perfect.

yeah, you were pretty damn happy.

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royalsunshinehotel · 17 days

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Hello again! Sorry I didnt see that you answered my message tumblr didnt notify me for some reason 🤦‍♀️. And boy do i have ideas for ya boy, our heart and soul, David. (If u still write for him that is).

Picture this: you and david are newlyweds and on a honeymoon. Im picturing something like the channel islands like Jersey, where theres still a nice city aspect but you can get pretty solitary if u want. You run around, do some shopping maybe, goof off together. You both have a cottage that overlooks the water. You both walk by the edge of the water for a bit, completely lovesick and he just chats about how lucky he is that you said yes to him. He keeps telling you how lovely look and you keep teasing him too. Eventually the banter gets very heated and he drags you back to your room in the cottage and ✨️christens✨️ it with you.

This is just an idea btw, not a request or anything so think on this , and have a lovely day!

A Lucky Cloud (David Copperfield x wife!reader, 18+)

Giddy was the perfect word for it.

It had been exactly two days since you had met David at the church and become his wife. You find it's quite convenient because early that morning, you were able to kiss the top of David's nose to wake him, and instead of leaving, the two of you would take breakfast together. Your husband is quite a handsome man, it simply has to be said.

You watched him, as you always do, take a sip of his tea, large hands, long elegant fingers holding the cup. Those were the same hands you'd felt everywhere the evening before. He had the nerve to bat his long lashes at you, "What are you thinking, dearest?"

"You're all mine." You stated simple facts, David smiled and put his cup down.

"I am, we signed the papers." Til death do us part, though David said longer.

"And I'm yours." You grinned for no real reason, and David moved his chair back, leaving his lap open. It would have been a shame to leave that seat empty, so you pounced.

"You are. Gone soft on me, have you?" He sighed as you sat down in his lap, as if he had been holding his breath.

"I have. How sad." David takes your chin with his thumb, and brings your mouth to his, kissing your pout. He tasted sweet, from the sugar cubes piled in his tea. He enjoyed your mouth for a moment, hands roaming over clothes, but he pulled away…

"As much as I would like to take you back to bed, I think we should take a walk today, just to say we did." You blinked at him.

"Outside?" You cocked your head. Why would he want to do a thing like that?

"Outside. Maybe just along the water." Oh, David did enjoy large bodies of water, you wouldn't deny him that.

"But not too far." You stated, looking him in his big eyes.

I’d like to be back in bed within the hour, you thought.

"Not too far." He confirmed, kissing your cheek. Your husband helps you up off his lap, coughing lightly, ignoring the state of his trousers.

It's just another moment, that the two of you finished your breakfast, and got changed. You wouldn’t bother to tell David why you’re not putting on your various layers. You’ll just be wearing your overcoat and hoping for the best.

You squeaked as David kissed the back of your neck, while helping you put on your coat. It was something simple, but you still felt weak in the knees. How strange it was! You weren't a woman who squeaked before you met David, and it still managed to surprise you.

He opened the door for you, and you tried not to wince as the cool air hit your skin. This would be a lovely interlude to what had been an alarming amount of time spent on marital relations. You would enjoy the break, or you wouldn’t let David see that you would much rather be inside, underneath him.

Overall, you’d say your honeymoon was going quite well. You never saw yourself as someone who could get married, but then David barreled into your life and showed you how wrong you were.

The autumn sun hit your skin and you sighed lighty, letting the cool fresh air take hold. He was right, as much as you’d hate to admit it. It was a lovely idea.

You snuggled into your husband's arm, fingers toying with the cuff of his wool overcoat. Jersey was a fantastic choice for the two of you, plenty of good food in town, but plenty of nature too. You knew David grew up with natural life close by, maybe you could give your children the same luxury!

The two of you leisurely made your way down to the stony beach, you released his arm, and let him go to the edge of the water like you know he loves to do.

“You were right husband, just this one time.” He scoffed at you, giving you a big toothy grin, sticking his hand into the lake.

You sat on a large log and watched your husband enjoy himself. You breathe deeply, letting the air refresh you, cleanse. David came to sit by you.

“Do you think our children will come here one day?” You asked, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Our children?” He asked, voice tinged with incredulousness.

“Tell me you’ve thought of them.” Before the wedding, it was practically all he could talk about!!

“I have!” Since the wedding, he hasn't. He’d been a little lost in you. But he was thinking of them now.

David put your hand in his own, linking your fingers.

“David.”

“Yes?”

“Do you want to meet our children sooner?”

“...Yes.”

Getting home was both a sprint and a blur.

As a former chorus girl, you had to be athletic. David, your beloved, was typically not. However, today the power of desire would make him keep pace, behind you like a loyal dog.

A chilly fall breeze blew the two of you through the front door, David slammed it immediately after, as you pinned him against it, about to tear through his coat and shirt to get to him.

He beamed as you put your mouth everywhere you could reach, frantically, like the two of you were reuniting after a war. He moaned into your mouth, your grip on his coat lapels unforgiving.

“You’d debase me in the hallway, dearest?” he asked, coming up for air, only for a moment. You scowled at him, pretending to pout.

Slowly, you backed away from him, and he batted his big eyes at you, “You should run then,” he cocked his head, “Or I’ll start without you.”

His eyes flash as you strip off your coat, and sprint to the main bedroom, you whirl around and try to slam the door, only for your dearest husband to dramatically throw himself into the door frame. Oh bless him…

He gaped at you, and you laughed at him, “Minx!” he declared, “You’d lock out your husband?”

“When he’s misbehaved, yes!” How dare he be unwilling to take you in the hallway! It never stopped the two of you before!

“I’d argue it was you who misbehaved!” He tried, as if you hadn’t been suffering on your day out.

“Then come over here and punish me for it.”

David stared at you a moment, as if he was trying to make a memory. You huff at this, kicking off your shoes, and flopping back in bed. He wouldn’t punish you, he puts the idea down immediately, as well as falling to his knees.

“May I serve you?”

“Since you asked so nicely…” He crawled to you, and you pulled him up next to you on the bed. How ridiculous it was, to have missed someone you had spent the whole day with.

“I’d like your mouth, husband.” You purred, brushing your nose against his.

“So take it, wife.” He replied softly, waiting for your next cue.

You think a moment, about the first time you mounted your David’s face, and how relentless he’d been for you. Only stopping when you said. What a good man you had. All yours, just like he said.

Your heart skipped as David gave you the goofiest of smiles, before pulling your shared pillows into place. He’s much too tall to fuck around without pillows.

“You’re a very good husband, dearest,” you beamed at him. You had read it was important to share such thoughts.

“I can be better!” You scoffed, undoing the buttons of David’s shirt to reveal a lovely amount of his chest. The bedroom in the house where you were staying was tightly insulated, the autumn sun streaming through the windows, making the two of you perfectly warm.

David’s face should have felt more familiar with how much time you spent enjoying it. It was almost unfair how he was designed, looking up at you from two comfortable pillows, expectantly, mouth open.

You thanked yourself for having the foresight to strip off your heavier clothes, as you migrate in bed, to do what David had so nicely prepared for.

Your firm grip on his hair, his long eyelashes fluttering, a pleasant, sharp nose. How every lady he set eyes on didn’t fall, was beyond you.

Properly seated, and your husband’s neck supported, you slowly grinded against his beautiful face. Your husband didn’t stand for this, taking a harsh grip on your ass, and pushing you down further.

Rolling forward, you took hold of the bed frame, and took one of David’s wandering hands in your own, placing it on your belly, the other supporting your lower back.

You adored his tongue. You practically married him for it.

You continued to rock slowly against his face, harder and harder as your skin gets hotter and hotter. David made it so hard for you to contain yourself! You had been so calm and concealed when you met him, and now you were practically about to break his nose!

A hand wandered up to feel your breast, and he groaned against you when he found it.

You came loudly, boldly, onto David’s tongue, and you swore you could feel him smile against your pussy. He used his tongue to fuck you the whole way through, wobbling, clinging to the bedframe as tight as you could.

He was the only one who could do this to you, the only one who stripped you down to your most vulnerable, and lavish you with care and sensitivity regardless of what mess he might see.

His face was still wet with your release as you leaned back, your knees angry with you for staying still for so long. A lovely floaty feeling settled on the top of your head, like a very lucky, wispy cloud.

David caught his breath, observing you closely. You crashed, pressing your face into his neck, his grip steady, unrelenting..

“Need you,” You mumbled into his hair, and you heard the vibrations of a chuckle in his chest. You really were a minx, and you knew it too.

He helps you pull your underskirts up to your waist, his forehead pressed to your own as you feel a blunt pressure against your wetness. He’s warm, familiar by now, and it’s absolutely perfect.

The two of you weren’t rushed by any means. David firmly rolls you back on top of him, your mouth sucking and biting at his neck at your leisure, as if he was some kind of rare treat.

He thought, for a moment, about the first time he had you, like this, completely calm and unguarded. He vaguely registered you changing your pace as the relief the two of you were chasing got closer and closer. You’d said something so ridiculous he could almost laugh now, “You’re so good to me David, I’m afraid I don’t deserve you.”

“What utter nonsense.” He said in the bedroom. You didn’t notice his words, completely preoccupied chasing release, faster and faster as you kept his pulse under your teeth. Your breathy little gasps and familiar squelching sounded like music, and your husband thinks to write this down. For personal use, obviously.

The two of you held each other tightly through the come down, your head firmly resting on David’s chest, and he drew thin lines all over your skin with his fingertips.

“I think I want to keep my hands on you forever,” He hummed into your hair. You laughed a little, leaning to press a kiss to his throat. His eyes fluttered shut at that, as they always did.

“You can, you know,” you replied warmly, smiling as he did what he said, running large hands over you.

“Hmmm…legs,” he traced his hands down feeling you there, as you casually brought your fingers through his dark, curly mane.

“Hair.” You announced. He brushed his nose against your own.

“What are we doing?”

“Saying what we love.” You hummed as if it was the most simple thing in the world.

“Everything.” David sighed into your mouth, “Everything. Us.”

consulting credits to my dearest @youlooklike-clarabow

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frierengf · 6 months

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company -- hayakawa aki x reader

— company noun

a commercial business. — ”a manufactoring company”

the fact or condition of being with another, especially in a way that provides friendship and enjoyment — ”i really enjoy his company”

fragments from smoke breaks and after work hangouts

wc : 4 085 | ao3 [tags & notes]

You’re sitting crouched in the smoking area behind of your office building, unlit cigarette perched between your lips. You fiddle with your lighter, flipping it, running your fingers over the stupid picture of the ocean, spinning the wheel that would normally give you a healthy flame to light your dumb cigarette. Sparks. Barely even that. It’s busted. Broken. And you definetly don’t have the time or energy to go and get a new one. Maybe if I sit here long enough the nicotine will seep in through my lips. A flicker pulls you from your thoughts and you instinctively take a drag. Inhale, hold, exhale. It’s muscle memory by now, and you rest your jaw in your hand as you look up at your saviour. Handsome. Dark hair, darker suit. Blue tie, bluer eyes. Maybe even gorgeous, but you don’t dare to go that far. Yet. ”Thank you…” you trail off, and he looks at you. His gaze is bordering on looking through you, and a small shiver runs down your spine. ”Hayakawa,” he mumbles around his own cigarette, before lighting it. ”Y’must be a pretty shit airplane passenger Hayakawa.” He raises his eyebrows and you smile. ”Save yourself before you save others, no?” ”I’d argue that im the perfect passenger then. Cigarettes aren’t exactly keeping you alive.” ”Ah, I suppose you’re right. I retract my former statement,” you say with a joking tone, raising your hands to admit defeat. Hayakawa snorts, and your smile widens slightly. ”You new?” He hums, questioning look on his face. ”Like, at the company. Haven’t seen you before, I think.” ”Ah. I just finished my introductory week. So yes, I’m new.” ”Cool,” you say, smile turning playful. ”Y’gonna join me out here more often then, Hayakawa?” ”Maybe. No one else will?” ”No one else will. Most of the workers who do smoke either do it on the roof or wherever they’re getting lunch, so. Just me.” ”Do I have to?” ”I’ll add it to your work duties. I’m the CEO after all!” He frowns down at you, and you do your best to keep your face unreadable. ”Doubt the CEO would have a busted lighter. Or smoke short yellows,” he gestures to your almost finished cigarette. ”And they probably smoke in their office, if they do smoke.” You laugh, leaning back against the wall of the building. ”Y’got me there. Just a lousy old accountant. Still your senior though,” you say, joyful lilt to your voice, and you think you see the ghost of a smile on his face. ”So it’s my duty as your junior then? We’re not even in the same department.” You groan, resting your forehead against your knees. ”You’re killing me here Hayakawa. In more ways than one!” you exclaim, waving the butt of your cigarette up at him, cinders falling. You think you hear him laugh. You raise your head slightly, peeking at him. Hayakawas cigarette is just below the halfway point, and you grumble to yourself. You’d gone out to the pub a lot last month, resulting in having to be stingy with your other vices. Letting out a sigh, you drop the small embering butt into the ash tray, before standing up and turning to face him. ”Thanks for the light, Hayakawa,” you say, inclining your head, before looking at him once more. ”I’ll see you around, yeah?” ”Yeah.” You walk past him with a small wave, and you swear a subtle scent of pine digs through the sickly nicotine.

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The room is warm and loud. It’s opressing, and Aki feels a drop of sweat trickle down his neck. You’ve been sitting next to him for around five songs now, and he hasn’t relaxed since you sat down. You’re not right next to him, but still close enough to make him… nervous? Restless. While you’re sitting as far back as possible on the couch, legs pulled to your chest, work heels dangling from your toes, nursing a drink, he’s sitting as far out on the edge as he can, elbows resting on bouncing knees, glass of beer on the table in front of him. Kimura and Matsuda are singing some old rock song, and he hears you lightly humming along from behind him. As Matsuda attempts a screechy high note, Aki frowns. He’s not drunk enough for this. As the song pewters out, you shuffle forward on the sofa, reaching your hand out to Kimura. Taking the microphone, you stand up, before holding your glass out to Aki. He looks up at you. You’re smiling at him, expression nearly dripping in mirth. ”Hold this for me, will ya?” you say, shaking the glass. Aki feels his ears heat up, and he looks away as he grabs the glass. ”Thanks Hayakawa.” As the starting notes of the song you picked play, you place your hand on his shoulder, pulling his head to rest against your hip. The heat on his ears spreads to his cheeks and Aki swears you must be trying to kill him. Revenge. Most of the people in the room, his coworkers, your colleagues, some people from other departments, are singing along, while others are talking, sipping on their drinks. No one is really focused on you, no one but him. He looks up at you as you sway, your hazy eyes focused on the screen. Cheap liquor, cigarettes, and an underlying scent of… something else. Fresh and citrusy, yet floral. He doesn’t know if it’s a perfume, or just you, but Aki thinks he mighy be obsessed. Your hand moves from his shoulder to the nape of his neck, your fingers lightly running through the length of his hair, and now Aki knows he’s obsessed. He isn’t surprised really. Unless you’re delusional, the objective truth is never surprising. The sky is blue, the sun is hot, water is wet, and Hayakawa Aki is obsessed with you. Your song has ended, microphone been passed to the next preformer, and you’ve sat down. Aki is still looking at you like you hung the stars in the night sky, but you’re still leaning against him, wrapping the strands of his hair around your fingers, so can you really blame him? He wants to say something. Something that’ll make you look at him the way he looks at you. Something that will make you realize that he’s undeniably, irrevocably obsessed with you. The words stick to his lungs like candied honey. His thoughts are faster than light, yet slower than a black hole. ”You wanna grab a smoke?”

It’s a cheap last resort, and he knows it, but the way you look at him, doe eyed and smiling, makes it so he doesn’t really care.

The way you grab his hand and pull him up from the couch makes his cheeks feel like they’re on fire. He hopes you don’t question it, or that you’re drunk enough to believe that it’s because of the alcohol, despite him not even finishing one glass of beer.

”You’ll have to let me mooch off you Hayakawa,” you mutter, as you drag him down the halls of the karaoke bar. ”I only brought my gum today.”

”What would you do if I said no?”

The words come out of his mouth before he can even think to stop them. You turn to look at him, your hand still tightly wrapped around his.

”Ahh, you’re a sick man Hayakawa. The fact that you can even think of denying a woman in need,” you pout, and Aki thinks he might burst into flames at any second.

She’s drunk, the reasonable part of him says. Drunk words are sober thoughts, the hopeful annoying part of him whispers.

It’s not like you even said anything particularly seductive, or even that flirtatious. Maybe Aki is just that obsessed with you. You seem unbothered by his lack of reply, having continued the treck out of the bar. Different songs are leaking out from each room you pass, but Aki can only focus on the click of your heels, the slight humming of your voice. He even thinks he can hear your heartbeat, but he’s unsure if he’s imagining it or if it’s maybe even his own, echoing outside his body. Finally outside, you pull him into the alleyway between the karaoke bar and the nightclub next door. It’s narrow, and Aki fumbles after his pack of cigarettes as you lean against the wall facing him. Finally getting a hold on the box, he pulls it out of his pocket and holds it out to you. ”Still trying to be the best airplane passenger I see,” you jest, plucking a cigarette and placing it precariously between your lips. ”Always,” Aki replies, taking one for himself before pocketing the box and pulling out his lighter. As he flicks the lighter, holding it to the end of his cigarette, Aki looks up at you. You’re leaning in, he realizes. Your eyes are focused on the small flame that’s just centimetres away from his lips, and his eyes follow you as you lean closer and closer, until your own cigarette is lit, and you’re back, leaning against the wall as if nothing had happened. Ash falls from Akis cigarette, and he finally takes a drag. It’s rough, nicotine burning his lungs, but he can’t really say he cares. Only qualm he has about the current situation is that the stench of tobacco is covering the scent of you, and that it would probably be considered weird and taboo if he leaned over and kissed you right now. ”D’you like smoking Hayakawa?” Your voice cuts through the muted music from the surrounding buildings and the noises from the street. Aki meets your eyes before shrugging. ”Eh. I guess.”

”Mm. Doesn’t the way the scent sticks to your fingers bother you?” ”Not really? Never really thought about it.” ”Hm. Lucky,” you mumble before meeting his gaze. ”Y’smell like pine trees y’know? ’s really nice.” You crouch down, taking a drag of your cigarette. Akis eyes flicker to the glowing embers, before moving to your face. You look tired, he thinks. Not just from tonight, but an exhaustion that seems to dig deep in to your bones. He crouches down with you, and your eyes snap to him, filled with an emotion he can’t really pinpoint. ”I don’t want you to feel like you have to be around me,” you say, almost out of nowhere. Your voice is uncharacteristically vunerable and you take a long drag before looking up to the sky. ”I don’t,” Aki says. ”Feel like that, I mean. I like spending time with you, even if it’s just like this.” ”I’m glad.”

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”Hey Hayakawa!” It is not your first time in the IT departement. It is your first time in the IT departement with ulterior motives. Navy eyes dart up to meet yours and you give him a smile. ”Wanna go get lunch?” you ask, and his eyes quickly move down to the clock on his computer screen before he looks back at you again. ”Yeah, sure.” He stands up from his desk and walks up to you. You give him a grin and he reciprocates with a slight smile. ”Did you have anywhere specific in mind?” Hayakawa asks as the two of you step into the elevator. ”Uh, not really. I’ve always been kinda shit at making descisions,” you reply, a bit sheepish. He hums. ”No worries. Is the ramen place down the street okay with you?” ”Sure, sounds good.” The rest of the elevator ride, as well as the walk to the restaurant is spent in relative silence. You bump in to a few familiar faces along the way, but neither of you stop to talk. When you’ve sat down and ordered the two of you talk a bit about work and a bit about life. The conversations you have with Hayakawa are never just surface level, but they’re never deeper than they need to be. It’s comfortable, and you like that.

As you get up to pay and get ready to leave a voice interrupts you. ”I payed earlier.” Your gaze snaps to Hayakawas, and he gives you a small grin. ”I’m paying next time then,” you tell him, and he nods in acceptance.

On the way back to your office building, Hayakawa grabs your hand and pulls you after him, guiding you to the small smoking area where you first met. You let out a short laugh. ”Feeling sentimental Hayakawa?” Your words are almost entirely joking, but instead of laughing or playing along, he simply shrugs, as if to say so what if I am? You’re taken aback for just a second, before you reach into your purse, fumbling for your pack. Once you grasp it, you pull it out and hold it to him, interrupting him as he reaches down towards his pockets. ”It’s the least I could do. After you payed and everything, even though I’m the one who asked you out.” You see his eyes widen, and heat gathers in the tips of your ears as you realize your own wording. ”Not- not asked you out, just… I invited you out so I should’ve payed,” you mumble. Silence hangs heavy in the air and your eyes never leave his. His eyes move from yours, down to your hand, and up to your face again. ”Just take a cigarette Hayakawa. Please.”

You stretch your arm a bit further and take a step closer. His fingers graze yours as he plucks the pack from your grasp. A spark runs through your body, from your fingers to your toes and up to your heart and brain. Dumb. Irrational. Nonsensical. Hayakawa has lit his gifted cigarette and is looking at you, offering the little box back to you. His gaze reminds you of how he looked at you when you first met, and you realize now that he was never really looking through you, he was simply looking at you. The realization stuns you, and it takes the tiny clatter of your pack of cigarettes being shaken in front of your face to break you out of your trance. ”You okay?” Hayakawa asks. ”Yeah,” you say. You’re not. Not really. Well, it’s not the end of the world, realizing you like Hayakawa more than you should, but it would be a lie to pretend you want this. Sure, he’s handsome, and you like spending time with him, but that should’ve been it. You don’t really want to fall in love. Love makes you vulnerable. Not weak, but it gives you a weakness that you wouldn’t have otherwise. In reality, love scares you, terrifies you. After years of feeling nearly nothing but an empty numbness, the electric spark Hayakawa has lit inside you is something that feels alien. The nicotine stings in your throat, but the subtle scent of pine distracts you from the sensation. Feelings scare you, there’s no doubt about it, but maybe something about Hayakawa overpowers the fear.

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One Friday evening ends up leading Aki to an izakaya far away from his own apartment with plenty of coworkers he doesn’t recognize, but in the decently sized crowd he spots you. You’re sat down, citrusy drink in one hand and cigarette in the other. Beautiful is the first and only word that pops into his head. Aki stands there for a bit, hovering around the shoulders of people he doesn’t know, before he hears your voice. ”Hayakawa! C’mere,” you call out with a wide smile, patting the seat next to you. As he sits down you wave over a waiter. ”Order whatever you want! I’ll pay.” ”Are you sure?” he asks. ”Mm, of course. Think of it as payback for the ramen that one time,” you say. Aki hesitates for just a second before turning to the waiter and ordering a beer and some finger foods. ”We can share,” he offers. ”The bill?” you ask. ”No, the… the food.” You blink slowly at him and he feels how his face gets warm. He doesn’t really care if you notice. He hopes you notice.

”Mm, okay. Should probably sober up a bit anyways,” you eventually say, stretching out your arms over your head. He can’t help but notice the curve of your spine as you do, how your bones creak and snap, and how you sigh in relief as you rest your elbows down against the table again. ”I’m glad you came Hayakawa,” you say quietly, almost so he can’t hear it under the buzz of the people around him. You’re smiling at him, content and soft, like a cat basking in the sunlight. ”I can’t stay long,” he forces out. He wishes he could, oh how he wants to stay, long into the night, just the two of you. ”My apartment is far and I need to get home before the trains stop.” ”My apartment is just a block away,” you mention, offhandedly, a hidden invitation, should he dare to take it. Aki just nods, aknowledging your words but not actually replying. He doesn’t leave, and the longer he stays the faster his heart starts beating. Every time someone other than Aki gets up, says their goodbyes and leaves, your eyes snap to his, and a tiny smile plays on your lips. A teasing, knowing smile that he hopes and prays is reserved for him and only him. A handful of hours pass and the two of you are the only people left around the table that was earlier filled with colleauges. You sit next to him, closer than before, entire body turned to face him, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair. He could blame the wild blush covering his face on the alcohol, which wouldn’t be a complete lie, but he doesn’t want to and he doesn’t need to. Aki is not ashamed of the profound affection he feels for you. If anyone were to ask, be it you, his coworkers or any of his friends, he would not hesitate in telling the truth of his feelings. ”D’ya wanna leave?” you ask, shaking him from his thoughts. Aki nods and you stretch slightly in your seat before standing up. ”I’ll go pay then. Y’can wait outside and I’ll be right out.” ”Okay,” he says. He walks backwards almost the entire way to the door, keeping his eyes on you for as long as he can.

Only a minute or two passes before you pop out and grab his hand, starting to pull him back to your home. He follows you blindly down the entire block as you guide him. The elevator you lead him in to is cramped. Your toes are nearly touching his and even with the way he’s leaning back against the mirror he can count the lashes on your eyes, the small beautymarks on your face and how many times your heart beats against his during the ride. Aki hovers behind you as you unlock your front door, glancing at you when you hold the door open, letting him step in first. You follow him in, closing the door behind you and slipping off your shoes before disappearing into the apartment. ”You’ll have to make do with a futon I’m afraid,” you call out as he steps into your living room. You appear before him, suit jacket discarded and sleeves folded up. He blinks once or twice before moving towards you, grabbing the futon out of your arms and taking a few steps back again. You eye him up and down where he stands, seeming to be lost in thought, before you clear your throat and lift your gaze to meet his eyes. ”I’ll get you some of my brothers old clothes, hang on.” You dart off to your room as Aki squats down, folding out the futon and fixing the sheets. When he’s done he stands back up again, and after just a bit, you return with something in your arms.

”Here you are Hayakawa,” you say, stepping forward and placing a small pile of clothes on the coffee table next to him. ”You can call me Aki. If you’d like.” He stares at you, waiting for a reaction to the spontaneous words. You blink a few times, before tilting your head just slightly. ”Okay. Aki it is.” He stands there in your living room, frozen in place at how you’d said his name so easily, and how melodically it came out, as if you were some sort of siren, luring him to the murky depths. ”Good night Aki,” you say, breaking his trance. You wave at him from behind your bedroom door. ”Good night,” he replies, trying to hide the shake in his voice. You smile at him and he nearly melts into the futon behind him.

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Instead of the usual alarm, this Saturday you wake up to the sound of movement in your kitchen. You stretch under your covers and blink the sleep from your eyes. If it was any other Saturday you would’ve stayed in bed for at least another hour, but you already feel bad enough about your houseguest waking up before you. After pulling on a pair of shorts and a hoodie, you carefully open your bedroom door and peak out. You see the remnants of his prescence in your living room, the folded up futon with the pile of your brothers old clothes on top. ”Hope you slept well,” you say as you enter the kitchen area. Aki stands bent over your coffee machine, but he raises his head as soon as he hears you. ”Mm, I did. Smells nice in here.” You can see the way his eyebrows furrow as he realizes what he’s said, but you huff out a laugh and they relax almost in an instant. ”Bergamot incense,” you explain, and he hums. You move through the kitchen towards your balcony door, shuffling past Aki where he stands, searching through your cupboards.

”Gonna grab a smoke. Join me when your coffee’s done, yeah?” ”Yeah.” You take a seat on the little wicker couch and grab your pack of cigarettes from the table, lighting one and relaxing into the armrest. Aki joins you after just a minute or two. It’s comfortable with him, easy and simple, despite the complicated feelings that you’re not sure how to deal with. You lean forward to tap off the ash into the ashtray and as you fall back against your seat you glance over at Aki to find his eyes already meeting yours. You can see him swallow, even though his cup is balancing on the armrest. His eyes seem to move from your eyes to your fingers, up to your hair and down to your legs, up to your lips and finally back to your eyes again. ”I like your company,” he says quietly, like a secret shared under the covers during a sleepover. I like you. You know what he means, and the alien little spark inside you can’t help but grow at the easy out he’s given you, even though you’re pretty sure you don’t want it. You take a drag of your cigarette as the morning sun shines across your balcony. ”I like your company too,” you reply simply, with the calm of the ocean after a storm. I like you too.

You hope you managed to get your feelings across in the same way Aki did. You hope you haven’t been reading into everything he’s said and done. Aki nods before taking a sip of his coffee. Neither of you speak for a bit, letting the sounds of morning commutes and birdsong fill the space instead. After a few minutes, you shuffle closer to him on your small love seat, pulling up your legs to rest next to you. Aki offers you the cup of coffee and you reach over and place your cigarette between his lips before grabbing the cup and taking a sip as he takes a drag. As the smoke rises up in the dewy morning air Aki leans down, resting his head against the window behind you. You turn your head just slightly and meet his eyes. ”Does that count as our first kiss?” he asks. ”Even if it was indirect.” You let out a quiet laugh. ”Sure. ’s a nice moment for it, so.” He hums. ”Any moment with you is nice.” ”Same goes,” you say. Dawn and something you might call happiness warms you from your face to your heart.

#chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #hayakawa aki x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #aki x reader

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silentwhsprs · 1 year

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━━━━━ marthas diner 3 , miles morales

miles and his family are dining in at your workplace, he embarrassed you infront of your entire class, remembering that miles has been missing out on a lot of spanish, so you're using that to your advantage.

this part may seemed rush for the lack of transitions, but im debating to start a enemies to lovers with miles but it would be a fast burn but not like a really fast burn, they’re hatred for eachother would be gone after a few chapters :((. just lmk if u would want me to write that!

“Miles?”

You felt multiple waves of emotion wash past you, you felt the world change colors. You debated whether you were happy, sad, shocked, surprised?

“Surprise?..” He chuckled nervously, his phone ringing abruptly is what killed the moment again. Before he could pull it out, you grabbed it and answered it.

“Hello!?” You shouted angrily at the culprit. “¿Con quién está hablando, señorita? ¡Mientras contesta el teléfono de mi hijo, te encontraré!” (Who are you talking to, miss? As long as you answer my son's phone, I will find you!) A voice shouted angrily back. You immediately knew it was Mrs. Morales. You handed the phone over to Miles scratching you neck.

Miles glanced at you before being scolded by his mother, he came up with a thousand excuses before she finally believed one. Where he said Gwen had answered it and with a reply of “(Y/N) is better, hijo.”

Little did she know, Gwen was far from picking up that phone.

“Now allow me to feel things Miles,” you started. “Look, I know what you’re feeling. I don’t even know how I’m feeling most of the time-“ Miles comforted.

“No you don’t. You are Spiderman. I’m just a basic civilian girl with no cool abilites to save Brooklyn, I never ever have the same opportunities as you. Plus, you have a police captain father running through your blood.” You ranted, Miles’s mask still laid on the floor. The fabric picking up debris that was chipping off the roof of the wall.

You walked toward your bed and sat down, he followed. He sat next to you and grabbed your hand. “You’re not basic. You never were.”

“Yeah-“ You began again, you were cut off by Miles bringing you in for another kiss. This one was different, as if he tried to calm you down. You put your hand on his cheek.

The creaking of the door didn’t stop the moment, the figure stopped in place and took surroundings of your room.

“Santo inferno! Nostra figlia esce con un uomo ragno!” (Holy Hell, Our daughter is dating a Spiderman!) A deep voice shouted, you two immediately pulled apart as Miles grabbed his mask and put in on!

You stood up to cover Miles, “No, papà. Questo non è quello che sembra! Non è l'uomo ragno. E non ci frequentiamo! Hai sbagliato tutto.” ( No, dad. This is not what it seems! It's not Spider-Man. And we don't date! You got it all wrong.)

“Créeme mamá!” (Believe me, Mom) You cried out, dying to protect Miles identity. Miles quickly stood by your side, except he had his mask on and deepens his voice. “I’m not Spiderman, Mr. (L/N). I’m just a cosplayer for ComicCon!” He tried.

“Vita mia, guarda questo pagliaccio che cerca di fingere di non essere Spider Guy!” (My life, look at this clown trying to pretend he's not Spider Guy!) Your father chuckled.

You grunted and rolled your eyes, this is not how you wanted your father to meet Miles. Your mother was leaning against the table addressing the Mail that was delivered today. She knew her daughter like the back of her hand.

She knew that her daughter had liked Miles, so she definitely knew that Miles was Spiderman. He needn’t to worry. His secret was perfectly save in The (L/N) Familia.

Miles stood froze doing the jazz hands positon, finally your mother spoke up. “Miles, quítate la máscara. todos sabemos que eres tú ahí abajo. Te prometo que no diremos tu identidad, pero mantente a salvo salvando a Brooklyn.” ( Miles, take off your mask. We all know it's you down there. I promise we won't reveal your identity, but stay safe by saving Brooklyn. ) She smiled, ripping open the paper that was addressed by Visions Academy.

“Mamma Mia.”(Oh Mamma!) You whispered. Miles slid off his mask and sat next to you. He put his hand over your shoulder. How could somebody else’s parents know about his identity but not even his own. Life was fucked up.

“You speak Italian?” He asked. You looked up at those honey eyes. “Yep, My dad was born in Italy then moved to America. My mom was born here except she was born and raised in a predominantly Puerto Rican area which is why my family and I know Spanish. I do have some Spanish descent though.” You explained. (idc if ur black, white, yellow, green, this is for the story.)

“Well, that’s funny. But what are we gonna call this?” He asked again, making circular finger motions around you two. “I want to get to know you better, then we can call it official if everything works out. Which I’m sure it will. And, as long as Gwendolyn Stacy stays out the picture completely. Because I’m not afraid to regañar a una chica blanca por meterse con mi hombre, especialmente cuando es mío.” (scold a white girl for messing with my man, especially when he's mine.) You smirked.

Your mom walked by the door frame and snapped a picture, “¡Le envío esto a Río para que me pague!” ( Im sending this to Rio so she can pay me! )

You and Miles looked at each other in shock, “Y’all betted on us?!” You both shouted in sync.

“Sabes que la hicimos.” (You know we did.) Your mom and Rio shouted in sync back giggling.

that’s it y’all! martha’s diner is wrapped up! remember to reread my top note about the enemies to lovers! lmk what y’all will and wont read! bye loves.

#miles morales x reader #miles morales #rio morales #jeff davis #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman

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hyunsvngs · 9 months

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YOOOOO

What would it be like if they were trying to get their S/O pregnant? Like everything is a green light, all conversations have been had, and it’s go time. How would they go at it, who’s gentle, who’s making it a night to feel in a week?

(I just remembered I’m PMSing so I think this is my hormones talking😅)

aww okay this is cute actually i’m sorry this took me a lil while to answer <3

under the cut <33 this gets kind of insane towards the end. i apologise.

gentle, loving:

chan - oh channie is 100% our resident daddy with a HEAVY breeding kink, but the second it’s real, you’re actually gonna carry his baby… he’s so so soft. he’s so in love with you, and would 100% fuck you in the mating press with your legs pressed to your chest. he’d love love the feeling when he pushed in raw, thick cockhead breaching your tiny hole, and he’d be kissing all over your face while you adjusted. so so cute. i can imagine him smiling so wide, and the sex would be so so soft and slow, just letting you feel it. he’d be mumbling, “‘m gonna make you a mommy, baby girl, okay?” and you’d nod, eagerly awaiting his load inside you. the second you call him daddy he’s gone!!!!!

felix - this had me goin a bit insane imagining felix trying to knock you up. i imagine you’d have the conversation, saying you’re ready, and IMMEDIATELY you’d be whisked off to the bedroom to have some soft giggly sex. he’d love you to ride him while his little hands just stroke all up your body, over your tummy where you’re gonna be so swollen with him. he’d be elated, smiling so wide and giving your tummy kisses afterwards :(( he’s such a sweetie!! he’d definitely be giggling, saying “i can’t believe you’re so beautiful, and you’re going to have my baby.” just so excited :((

hyunjin - oh hyunjin’s losing his shit but he’s keepin it cool. thrusting into you slowly, staring down at where his raw cock is just so so slick with you. he’s sure this is gonna take, your cunt is gripping him way too tight not to, and he’s so in love with you it hurts. he can only think about what you’ll look like pregnant, glowing with his kid - he’ll be the daddy, everyone will know you’re his. imagine the snuggles after :(( plump lips trailing up your neck and one big hand stroking over your tummy. :(((( im soft actually

jeongin - oh my god no he’d be just like lixie, so giggly and just hyper. he can’t WAIT. you’re gonna have his baby and he’s gonna try so fucking hard to make it catch. would definitely fuck you multiple rounds in one night, but each round so soft and slow and just heavy breathing into eachother’s mouths bc it feels so so goooddd :(( i spoke about what i thought jeongin’s stamina would be like earlier, and i’m a strong believer if he was trying to breed you he’d be cumming multiple times in one rounds. and so would you. just to make sure <3

changbin - changbin is whipped. he’s so so whipped and within meeting you for 10 minutes, he knew he wanted you to have his baby. when you said you were ready he probably cried, and he’d probably cry during making the baby too. just whining at the feeling of you, imagining you all swollen with him, eyes rolling back into his head, repeating “binnie’s baby, my bunny’s gonna have binnie’s baby…” he’d be going insane tbh. marking up your neck too but still so soft ahhh<3

lost in the feeling, rough:

minho - he’s losing it on mention of you wanting a baby. immediately pinning you down and saying how his “kitty wants some cream, wants to get knocked up”. and you’re babbling, because yeah, you do!! you want minho to knock you up!! he’d definitely love to bounce you on his cock til he’s filling you up nice and full, biting into your shoulder everytime like he’s marking his territory <33 yummy

jisung - bonus points if you’ve never let him go in raw before. the second he’s over the excitement of having a whole baby, a little mini quokka, he’s like “ok so can we do it now..?” LMFAO and you’re like yes. the second he pushes in, sans condom for the first time ever, he’s whining, legs shaking as he tries to keep his cool. “‘m- fuck, ‘s so good, so tight, so wet, gonna blow, my baby, i-“ he’s babbling, head falling onto your shoulder. you just giggle, rubbing his back soothingly as he tries to keep himself from cumming. “you can fill me up, sungie. that’s the point, isn’t it?” and god he’s gone. 5 minutes later he wants to go again deadass

seungmin - oh. my. god. he’d smirk so hard. “you wanna get pregnant? wanna let me fill you up raw?” he’s loving it. fucks you doggy 100%, pulling your hips back into his to try and get even deeper.

tw here for very explicit free use related dirty talk n maybe slight cnc!!

maybe you could do a very kinky scene where seungmin’s telling you you’re good for nothing else than being his cumdump, being a perfect mommy for him. you don’t have to do anything else, just lay there all pretty for him to unload his seed into and make pretty babies.. jesus

♡ juno

#juno’s asks ♡#sweet baby anon #asks: ot8

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alviy4n · 4 months

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" i love you and your whole being baji keisuke. "

you caressed his face then tugged at his hair lightly. " i love you so much my heart aches whenever you go out with your friends. whenever you go and beat up whatever gang you're dealing with, it pains me that i can't be inside your skin. my heart screams at the mere thought of you loving someone before me because that means you offered yourself to THEM before me. " you glared at him then pouted " are you weirded out? im sorry. it's the first time someone offered themselves to me in their knees begging me to come back to them again that i hold of you with a chain and hands in your neck. im sorry kei that you have such an obsessive and a loser girlfriend. " you looked at the floor. your hand leaving his hair and falling back to your lap.

keisuke on the other hand looked at you mouth agape and clearly shocked. it's your first time putting your defenses down. it was the first time you've let go of the ' tough girl ' act so his hands at your neck.

" keisuke don't let go. please you can squeeze it and get the life out of me and i'd thank you in the afterlife for putting that much effort in me. "

he doesn't know what to say. he doesn't know what to do or what to say. what was he supposed to say to a person who's already broken? can he help and mend you to the way you'd like? he knows you don't want people to fix you because you are born with this sadness. to the mother of your mother's mother to your grandmother to your mother. this kind of loneliness and pain was something that a meek boy like him can't fix or help. his thoughts were cut off by the squeaking of your bunny reminding you to give some attention to her too because she was hungry. you nod and your usual cool and composed self came back. i'll never get tired of being amazed how you can switch to emotions to emotions like you do. he thought while he eqtch you prepare hay and give it to the rabbit.

" y/n you know that kind of loneliness is something i can't fix. i can only be with you until the end until you can learn how to live with it. " he said. his left hand running through his hair as his right hand remained at the seat you left. it's what y/n should need to hear. she needs to hear this and stop depending on me becuase it will be nothing but pain when i do my plan on the halloween. he reassures himself as you stopped playing with your rabbit.

" shut up baji. i don't need to hear that from you. " you snapped. your vulnerableoment long gone from your memory as you stand up. now it your turn to glare at him. " if you want to say hurtful things then leave baji! i don't need you to repeat what my mind says to me on a daily basis! " you were sure that your voice reached even on the street near you.

it was not long until you ran to him and huggged his sitting figure. " im sorry i don'f even know i'd say those things to you my love! im sorry! " you said. your head resting on his lap as your cries and sniffle reverbrated in your room. he was not fpreign to this outbursts of yours. he knew what he said and he mean every single word. you need to hear this for the umpteenth time in your short 7 months of relationship with him

" y/n i love you, but please refrain from saying things you will regret. " he says as he just runs his hand on your head. he loves you but he can't take this possessive side of yours. he needs to end this. but not right now.

a/n: drunk jmi again here. lmfao enjoy this is a post from an exaggerated memory of me and my ex polar hehe love u still and i always will my baby.

#baji keisuke x reader #tokyo revengers x reader

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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omg theme night!! i always miss these because of time difference! maybe Joel (TLoU) and “how does that feel?” and “stop pouting” to f!reader? im thinking like established relationship, very fluffy and loving vibes? do with this what you will haha. thank u girl 💗🪩✨

uh YES! I love the fluffy loving vibes, you're the best! Also, I couldn't tell if this was for the smut night or not cuz you said fluffy loving vibes so I went with spice and love LOL anyways.

Joel's heavy, bounding breaths are all that I hear as I press my cheek against his sweaty chest, enjoying the feeling of our bodies wrapped around each other, the cool breeze blowing through the window and calming our heated skin.

"You're awfully loud, you know that?" He teases, finger pressing under my chin to lift my head up, our gaze meeting with a grin and I feel myself slipping further and further into him. I secure an arm around him, fingers tangling in the soft brown curls at the back of his neck and he hums, lips pecking mine gently.

"Do you think we woke her up?" I ask bashfully, stomach twisting in anxiety at the thought of getting caught by his teenage daughter, not prepared nearly enough for her judgement and witty comments.

She must know her father has had something going on behind closed doors even though her and I have never met. I'm typically sneaking in way after she's gone to bed, sneaking past her room and allowing Joel to take me to bed and we've been careful, extremely careful.

His concern was that it would get around to Sarah's mother and it would cause issues in the already lacking custody and he didn't want to jeopardize his relationship with his daughter or his secret relationship with me.

He's apologized nearly a million times, worrying that I'm starting to feel like a secret and as if I'm disappointed but what he doesn't know is that I would do anything, go through anything, to be with him, laying her, beside him in bed.

I would be a secret forever if it meant I could share some of my life with him.

"Nah, girl sleeps like a log most nights." He whispers against my forehead, peppering small kisses to my skin and I sigh in relief, raising a hand to my cheek, feeling my flushed skin.

"Fuck." I mutter with a gentle laugh, still soaking in the post orgasm haze while he does the same, chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths, the opposite of how he was just twenty minutes ago.

"Yeah, fuck." He laughs breathlessly, hand slipping further below the blanket and down the expanse of my shivering spine. "You're too good at that." He emphasizes and I giggle with furrowed brows, looking up at him through my lashes with a questioning look on my face.

"Which part?"

"All of it. 'm having a hard time keeping up with you." I pat his chest, pressing simple kisses along his shoulder while rolling onto my stomach, tossing a leg over his waist as his eyes widen, tongue slipping out to wet his lips at the sight of more bare skin.

"Good, I like you always chasing after me." I whisper teasingly, going to move but I feel my calves cramping up, forcing a groan from me. "I'm cramping up from being on top of you." I move to massage my thighs but he bats me away, digging his thumbs into my muscles with a playful grin.

"Oh god, should I apologize?" He asks with a smirk, eyes softening as I let out a relieved moan, loving the way his fingers just know where to press to heal my pain. "You like that?" He asks against the shell of my ear, accent only deepening and thickening as I groan, gripping onto his shoulder. "How does that feel?"

"Hmm, good." I gasp. "Don't start this again-"

"Start what- I'm being nothing but a southern gentleman." He teases, hand trailing up to the side of my thigh to my bare hip, his eyes shining with nothing but mischief as he gives me a sweet look.

"Mhm, sure." I giggle, not believing for a second that he wouldn't pull me on top of him if I gave him the go ahead and I watch as his lip juts out in a pitiful pout. "Stop pouting." I pat his cheek with a giggle, leaning towards him to press my lips to his, kissing away his dramatic frown.

Before Joel can say anything else, we hear a shout and a groan from the other room, Sarah calling out to us. "Can you guys shut up?"

#joel #joel x reader #joel miller #joel miller x reader #the last of us #the last of us fic

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celestialtitania · 3 months

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What about number 67 for the kiss prompt ?👀

hello hello!! i think i cheated a little with this prompt because it's in adrien's pov but marinette is the one who's apologetic for reasons adrien is unaware of but im sure it's fine hehe. thank you for sending this one in!! i had a lot of fun with it <33 #67: Apology Kiss from this list by @kisspromptsforthelovesquare!!

“You said Ladybug gave these to you to give to me?” Adrien asked, staring at the wedding bands Marinette had placed on his palm.

“That’s right,” Marinette nodded, a somber look on her face. She opened her mouth again as if she had more to say but fell silent, instead watching him.

For his part, all he could do was stare at the rings. He remembered how much his father had valued them, keeping his on at all times, even though his mother had been gone for a year now. He wouldn’t part with these rings for anything.

Having them now felt like the ultimate proof. His father really was gone. What was he supposed to do with them now?

“I guess I could give them to Aunt Amelie. I know she wanted them,” he felt himself saying. His body felt numb and the world felt fuzzy.

“No!” Marinette practically shouted, the reverberations sending a rush of vertigo through his skull. “I mean,” she cleared her throat. “Ladybug said you had to keep these rings on you at all times. And that you couldn’t give them to anyone else.”

What? What did Ladybug care about what Adrien did with his things? Adrien’s bewilderment must have shown on his face, because Marinette bit her lip looking nervous.

“I think it was your father’s last wish,” she said softly.

His last wish. Even his last wish had him thrusting his own desires on Adrien, never mind what Adrien wanted to do with the rings, huh?

Well, he was gone now. Adrien didn’t exactly have to listen anymore; not when Gabriel had never listened to what Adrien wanted. And what Adrien wanted to do was throw these rings as far away as possible so he would never have to see them again.

Except.

Except one of these rings used to belong to his mother too. Except that Gabriel had gone out helping Ladybug against Monarch when Adrien hadn’t been in a position to do anything.

(He ignored the voice inside of him that said Gabriel was the reason Adrien hadn’t been able to be there.)

Except that Ladybug herself had asked Adrien to hold onto these rings.

Marinette folded his hand, rings enclosed within his fist, her own hands covering his. Her warmth countered the cool metal.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“It’s not your fault,” Adrien said automatically, but it was still true. He didn’t understand why Marinette had that look on her face, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.

“I’ll keep the rings,” he said, hoping that would wipe the sadness off of Marinette’s face. It didn’t; she simply reached over, wrapping her arms around him and nestling her face in the nook of his neck.

“It’ll make sense one day,” she said cryptically. Before he could ask what on earth that meant, she was speaking again. “Promise me you’ll never take them off?”

Promise? That felt a little drastic a measure for his parents’ wedding bands. And honestly? He didn’t really want to.

Promising meant being held to another one of his father’s demands, yet another order that would exist for seemingly no reason. Another command he’d have to follow whilst remaining in the dark.

“Please?” she added, her voice sounding desperate. She felt so tense in his arms, as if his promise meant the world to her and she’d shatter if he didn’t agree.

“I promise,” Adrien croaked, the words falling out unbidden. The idea of Marinette in any sort of pain was enough to make his rage dissipate. He would do anything to make her happy.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated. She pressed a kiss to the side of his head, just holding onto him. He could feel the warmth of her breath in his hair and hear each inhale she took in. Even as she trembled, her arms tightened around him, making no move to let go.

Adrien didn’t know why Marinette cared so much about these rings, and there certainly was no reason for her to be so apologetic, but what he did know was that holding her was enough to diminish his own distress. With her, he could let go of his pain and start afresh.

So instead of letting go and asking her more questions, he simply held her closer to him. They were just rings. What did it matter if he held onto them? As long as she was okay. As long as they were together.

Everything would end up just fine, he was sure of it.

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