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osaemu · 5 months

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GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ KISSIN' AND HOPE THEY CAUGHT US ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: you and him kiss—a lot—while the stream's still going, but neither of you notice

contents: fem!reader. pda written by someone who doesn't particularly like pda. gets a little suggestive around the end. inumaki tells satoru 'kys' multiple times. not proofread.

author's note: kissin' and hope they caught us, whether they like or not, i wanna show you off, i wanna show you offff

"i swear you guys are really out to get me," satoru groans, addressing the flood of comments filling up his chatbox. he spins around in his chair, tilting his head back and exhaling when he stops. you watch him shake his hair out of his eyes and grin at the camera, just like he does every time he's getting ready to end the stream.

"okay, guys, that's enough, i gotta go," satoru says, right on cue. he partially turns around and shoots a rueful smile your way, taking a quick moment to admire the way you look all cozied up on his couch. and it's only an added bonus that you're even wearing his hoodie—the same one he wore on your first date.

turning back to the screen, satoru stretches his arms and waves. "see ya tomorrow, can't wait. except for you, toji, and inumaki too. fuck you guys," he adds, snorting when he sees their replies just a moment later.

inumaki: kys!!!

inumaki has been kicked from the stream by satoru-gojo.

"aw, and we were almost about to set a new streak of one day without me kicking inumaki," satoru sighs, shaking his head dramatically. "maybe one day we'll even make it to two streams, but i think that'll take a couple centuries." satoru laughs and waves offhandedly, clicking the 'x' in the corner of his stream to end it.

he switches tabs to go back to his previous game's stats and turns around again, spinning his chair to face you. satoru opens his arms and beckons you with both his hands, a puppy-like shine in his eyes. "c'mere, lemme hold you for a little," he says, smiling wider when you begrudgingly get up from your spot on his couch.

"i was so comfy," you mumble, wrapping your arms around yourself as you walk over to satoru. if his stream was still on, you'd probably be on camera now.

"i'll make you even comfier," satoru insists, grabbing your hand and tugging you into his lap. his arms snake around your waist and hold you snugly against his chest, hands slipping into the pockets of your hoodie. "you look so cute, wearin' my hoodie like that," he smiles, kissing your cheek affectionately.

"satoru, your lips are cold," you grumble, leaning away from his mouth—but you don't put that much distance between you two, considering his snug grip on your torso. satoru ignores your protests and kisses you again, peppering kisses all over the side of your face.

"you're so—fuckin'—cute," satoru murmurs, punctuating each word with a kiss. his lips are soft and you can feel them warm up a little more with each press to your cheek. his minty breath tickles your face as he whispers sweet nothings against your skin, decorating your face with his lips.

"what's the occasion?" you ask tentatively, looking at satoru's blushing face out of the corner of your eye. he tilts his head and shrugs, and you feel his chest rise and fall as he does so.

"do i need an excuse to kiss my girlfriend?" satoru replies cheekily, rubbing your tummy through the pockets of your hoodie. "my hands are cold, baby, wanna warm them up?"

"huh—"

satoru doesn't wait for an answer before he tugs your hands into your pockets with his, hiding a smile at the little indignant sound you make. "you're so cute, i just wanna eat you up," satoru mumbles, scrunching up his nose. his white hair falls into his eyes for the thousandth time, and he blows out a puff of air in an attempt to clear up his vision. it doesn't work—his hair just falls right back into his eyes.

so you extract your hands from where they're clasped in between satoru's and brush back his hair, fingertips lingering on the sides of his face. he turns his head and presses his lips to the palm of one of your hands, cold lips curling into a smile at the cat-like look on your face.

"how was the stream today?" you ask, leaning into his chest. satoru shrugs again, kissing the top of your head.

"fine, i won a couple rounds," satoru says indifferently. his attention is on you, only you—right now, his stream and his games are at the back of his mind. "don't change the subject, baby."

you huff in disbelief, nudging your elbow against his chest. "what even was the subject?"

"me wanting to eat you up," satoru replies instantly. he grins playfully, hugging you tighter and burying his face in your hair. "c'mon, you know you wanna—"

the flickering red dot in the top-right corner of his screen catches your eye, and you practically flinch out of his arms. satoru looks at you, confusion evident on every part of his face. "what is it, baby?"

you groan and lean away from him and closer to his table, dragging the mouse over to one of his tabs and clicking it open. and just like that, satoru realizes that this entire time you've been live. to thousands of people. for five whole minutes.

"oops," satoru says with a sheepish smile, scratching his head bashfully. you turn and shoot a venomous look at him, and he laughs nervously. "oh, uh, that's my bad, honey—"

"you're dead," you mutter, grinning when satoru shrinks back into his chair. satoru swallows and gives you a thumbs-up, gently nudging you out of the way to check the comments.

yuuji-itadori: aw they're so cute together :)

toji-fushiguro: she can do so much better

inumaki: how does this loser have more streams than me. kys kys kys!!!!!

inumaki has been banned from the stream by satoru-gojo.

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woso-dreamzzz · 3 months

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Reina

Natalia Guijarro (OC) x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You meet Natalia's cat

If you were to describe yourself, you would say you were an animal person. You didn't really make distinctions between whether you were a dog or cat person. You like all animals equally.

Prins was an absolute darling and stuck firmly to your side like he was made for it. He was soft and excitable and was more than able to keep up on your daily runs.

But, it had to be said, there was something about soft, cuddly cats that really got you.

Exactly like the one that was currently rubbing herself all over you.

"She likes you!" Natalia looks delighted, face split wide open in a big smile.

"I like her!"

Reina purrs as you scratch behind her ears, bumping her head more firmly into your hand. Her calico ears twitch slightly when you stop stroking so you redouble your efforts.

Meeting Reina was something that Natalia had been trying to get you to do for weeks now. You'd fully settled in at Barcelona now, even gaining the confidence to stray from her side every now and then and get to know your new teammates privately.

Natalia had been begging you to come over for dinner and meet Reina since the very first week.

You'd put it off for a while with the excuse of getting settled in and then the day you had planned to do it had been taken over by Tia Tana dropping in with strict instructions from your mothers to check you were taking care of yourself.

So, that was why now, you were soaking up all the cat cuddles you could get.

Reina certainly lived up to her name. Elegance seemed to be her main character trait. She was practically show perfect with her long fur and large body.

"Did you just take a picture of me?" You ask when you hear the sound of a phone shutter.

Natalia grins at you. "I have to document this. My two girls, finally meeting." Her tone was wistful and your face burnt red.

You think you kind of like that, being one of Natalia's girls.

"You're lucky she's cute," You reply before smiling down at Reina again," Yes, you are. So cute."

Reina lets out a little chirp before leaning into your space to sniff at your neck. You let her, looking down at the ground to where Prins was whining.

He was doing a good job behaving himself for a puppy so little and Natalia had practically insisted that you bring him along for this occasion.

"Are they ignoring you, little man?" Natalia coos," I'm sorry." She kneels down on the floor to pet him as Reina finally stops sniffing at you.

She brushes her cheek against your shoulder before turning around to peer down at Prins.

Happy with all of this new attention, he jumps up to rest against your legs, stretching as far as he could to greet Reina.

She looks a little insulted by him but leans down to properly make her decision. She stares, unblinking for several seconds before leaping down from your lap.

She inspects Prins at his level which is kind of funny because she towers over him.

She baps him over the head a few times before clearly deciding that he's hers because she tries to pick him up by the scuff of his neck.

It doesn't quite work because he's a bit too big for that so she just kind of ends up herding him where she wants him to go before settling down and grooming him.

Natalia joins you on the sofa, an arm automatically thrown over your shoulders as she settles by your side.

"She likes him."

"I think she thinks that he's her kitten."

"That's sweet. I'm glad they're getting along." She smirks at you, her arm tightening around you. "That means I never have to let you leave."

You roll your eyes. "Except for training."

"Except for training," Natalia agrees," But you agree then? That I should keep you and Prins here?"

"I don't think Reina will let him leave."

You both look over to watch Reina firmly drag Prins back into the cat bed when he tries to leave. He sends you a wounded look as you laugh when Reina practically sits on him and focusses her attention on grooming his back.

"It's the Scandinavian in her," You reply.

Natalia groans good-naturedly. "I take it back. You and Prins can leave. I don't want to be outnumbered by three Scandinavians."

"I mean," You shrug," Technically only Reina and I are Scandinavians. Finland doesn't count."

"But Norway does?! How's that fair?"

You laugh. "Have you ever looked at a map? Finland doesn't count as Scandinavia."

"Your countries confuse me," Natalia laughs too.

"I can leave now, if you really want." You jokingly move to get up but Natalia keeps a firm grip on you. It feels nice, like being wrapped up safely in your baby blanket again and you sag into Natalia's body against yours.

Her arms move from your shoulders because of the change of position. You're sitting between her legs now, splayed out on the sofa and she wraps her arms gently around your waist.

Her grip is firm though and two fingers draw soft patterns on your hip, occasionally going up and under your shirt to draw circles on your side.

The pressure of her hands on you makes your head go a little floaty. You've never seen Natalia do this with any of your teammates at training but it's private here, in her home, so you suppose that she feels like she can be a bit more touchy.

Friendships back home weren't like this. You'd be hard pressed to find any of your friends willing to even hold your hand let alone your waist so this is dangerously new territory.

Selfishly, you wish that her hand would go a bit lower. It makes you feel guilty even entertaining the thought because Natalia's your friend and it isn't right to take advantage of her touchiness.

You can feel her breath on the back of your neck though and it makes your blush spread all through your body.

"So," You manage to get out, desperately trying to not get lost in the feeling of Natalia against you," Are we having dinner or what?"

"My company isn't enough?"

"Your company is perfect," You assure her, desperately wishing she knew just how perfect she really was," But, seriously, I was promised cat cuddles and food. I've had the cuddles. I need the food."

"Maybe we'll hold off on dinner for a bit longer," Natalia says," I like this position too much to move. Is that good with you?"

"That's perfectly fine with me."

#woso x reader #hardersson x reader #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso #The Big Adventures Universe

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chibieggplant · 7 days

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Crushing on the Captain

Trafalgar Law headcanons for when you have a crush on him.

Plus, a little bonus at the end when he confronts you.

Law finds himself in an awkward situation when he discovers that you have a huge crush on him.

At first, he doesn't quite catch on to your affections, assuming that your blushing and stumbling over your words are just part of your naturally clumsy behaviour. Law dismisses your behaviour as mere nervousness in front of your captain.

One afternoon, Law walks into the kitchen to find the you making heart-shaped cookies. You beam at him and say they're a special treat just for him. Law's eyebrow twitches as he stares at the cookies, unsure how to respond to such blatant affection. Much to his annoyance, he can't help the embarrassing pink flush that spreads across his cheeks, "Cookies? For…me? Uh, I... thank you, y/n-ya” He ends up taking the cookies from you, feeling a little bit awkward, and not sharing them with anyone else. He does it only because you baked them for him, not because he secretly wants them. Or that's what he tells himself.

He attempts to reassure himself that your actions are nothing more than friendly gestures or that maybe you just have an admiration of his abilities as a pirate. But no matter how hard he tries to ignore it, he can't shake the feeling that there's something more to your actions.

You'll go out of your way to do anything for him, whether bringing him his favourite snacks or offering to “assist” him with his paperwork, which, in reality, is you simply watching him work with an adoring gaze. He's used to being respected and feared, not admired in a romantic sense. Despite your persistent gaze, he doesn't seem to be asking you to leave anytime soon.

He's always been the brooding, mysterious type, more comfortable with a sword in hand than with matters of the heart. So when you start showering him with attention and affection, Law can't help but feel completely out of his depth.

Your fondness is as blatant as a canon blast. During one incident, you try to impress Law by showing off your swordsmanship skills. Unfortunately, you end up accidentally knocking over a stack of barrels and nearly skewering Shachi in the process. Law can't decide whether to be impressed by your dedication or horrified by the chaos you're causing.

Although he tries hard to remain stoic, Law can't help but feel flustered whenever you are around. He starts avoiding certain areas of the ship to escape your constant attention, only to find you popping up unexpectedly wherever he goes. It's like you have a sixth sense of his whereabouts.

As your affectionate gestures become more frequent, Law finds himself at a loss for how to handle them. He's used to dealing with enemies and rivals, not admirers. He tries to maintain his usual stoic demeanour, but it's hard to keep up appearances when you are constantly showering him with compliments and gifts.

Don't blame him for showcasing the crochet Bepo plushie on his desk that you made him. It's just too damn cute not to. He obviously put it on his desk because it reminds him of how talented you are, not because it reminds him of you or anything…

One day, Law is in the middle of a tense negotiation with another pirate crew when you suddenly appear out of nowhere, holding a bouquet of flowers. You thrust them towards him with a bright smile, utterly oblivious to the serious atmosphere. Law's poker face wavers momentarily before he quickly ushers you away, muttering with a blush something about your timing being less than ideal.

As your attempts to win Law's heart become more over-the-top, the crew can't help but take notice. They tease Law mercilessly, offering him cheesy romantic advice and making not-so-subtle hints about his “not-so-secret admirer”. Law's facade crumbles under the onslaught of embarrassment, and he starts to wonder if he'll ever be able to look you in the eye again.

Despite his discomfort, Law can't deny the warm fuzzies he feels whenever you’re around. Your unwavering devotion is oddly endearing, and he finds himself smiling despite himself. He never thought he'd be the object of someone's affection, let alone someone as quirky and charming as you.

During one afternoon, you present Law with a hand-knitted scarf, complete with little hearts sewn into the pattern. Law's jaw drops as he stares at the brightly coloured monstrosity, unsure whether to be touched or horrified. He mumbles a barely coherent "thank you" before retreating to his cabin to hide from the embarrassment. And to maybe wear the scarf in private without any scrutiny.

As Law's feelings for you develop, he finds himself in uncharted territory. He's never allowed himself to get close to anyone before, let alone develop romantic feelings for someone. He attempts to suppress his feelings, assuring himself that they are just temporary and that he should prioritise his responsibilities as a Captain.

He just can't get you out of his mind, no matter how hard he tries. He appreciates your quirky sense of humour and how you brighten up even the dreariest days on the ship. Gradually, he comes to the realisation that perhaps having someone who adores him isn't as undesirable as he had initially thought. It actually feels quite…nice.

Law finds himself grappling with insecurities he never knew he had. He can't shake the feeling that he's not good enough for you, that you deserve someone better than him. What if he ends up causing you pain? What if he ends up losing you? However, despite having these thoughts, no matter how hard he tries to convince himself otherwise, he can't deny his growing attraction towards you.

He has realised that he finds himself smiling more often in your presence and that he genuinely likes spending time with you. It's a strange feeling for someone used to keeping people at arm's length, but he can't help but relish the feeling of being your centre of attention.

Ultimately, Law decides to confront you about your crush in his own awkward way. He stumbles over his words and avoids eye contact, but the sincerity in his voice is unmistakable. He berated himself for feeling so anxious when you simply responded with a cheerful smile and told him that you were eagerly waiting for him to confess all along.

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One evening, you and Law were working in his office, which had become a familiar routine. Law finally mustered the courage to broach the subject. He fidgeted in his chair, stealing glances at you, his face turning red with embarrassment as he struggled to articulate his thoughts.

"Um, hey," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. "I, uh, I need to talk to you about something."

You turned to him, noticing his obvious discomfort, and couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity. "Sure, what's on your mind?"

Law took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly. "Well, uh, I've kind of noticed... I mean, I'm pretty sure that you... um, have feelings for me?"

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, but you tried to maintain a neutral expression. "Oh, um, yeah, I guess it's sort of obvious, huh?" You let out a gentle chuckle.

He nodded, his gaze fixed on the floor. "Y-yeah, it is. And, um, I think. I think I might feel the same way?"

Your heart skipped a beat at his admission, but you could see how uncomfortable he was, and you didn't want to make things any harder for him. "Oh, Law, it's okay. You don't have to force yourself to say anything if you're not ready."

His cheeks flushed even darker, and he shook his head frantically. "N-no, I mean it. I've been, uh, trying to figure out how to tell you, but I'm terrible at this stuff."

You couldn't help but smile warmly at his honesty, feeling a rush of affection for him despite his awkwardness. "You really mean it?” You beam with a sweet smile.

He let out a sigh of relief, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Y-yeah, I really mean it” After he finally mustered up the courage to confess his feelings, a sense of pride and relief washed over him, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. “So, um, what do we do now?" He let out a nervous chuckle.

As you watched him fidget nervously, it was impossible not to notice how cute he looked. "I don't know, maybe we could just...see where things go?"

With a warm smile, Law nodded in agreement at the suggestion. "Yeah, I'd like that. A lot."

Without realising it, he had been holding his breath, and he finally exhaled as he felt himself relax a bit. With a newfound sense of bravery, he inched a little closer to you and returned to his notes. As the two of you settled into a comfortable silence, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for what the future might hold, knowing that despite his awkwardness, Law's feelings for you were genuine.

#trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #trafalgar law headcanons #trafalgar law x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #headcanons

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aceyogurt · 1 month

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Hiiii, I don't know if you write for poly, so I hope you don't feel uncomfortable with this request. (If you do, feel free to ignore it)

Can we have huskerdust x reader?

Husk and angel are overwhelmed because of their soul owners (Alastor and val) so they're neglecting reader while they're just trying to help them both.

They eventually have a fight with reader and reader sadly leaves the hotel to go to work. During midnight they came back from working with zestial (since he owns readers soul) completely wounded and exhausted since zestial wasn't in his best mood that day.

And everything just develops into a fluffy and comfortable night with angle, husk (they eventually apologize) and reader.

Hope you can do this, sorry if it's too much 😅

Of course i can! This is my first time writing a poly relationship so I hope it meets your expectations!

Hell was a cruel place for sinners it didn’t matter how you painted it, everyone belonged to another no matter if they were weak or strong. You of course, were no exception.

You’ve been in hell for ages now (frankly you’ve lost count how long) being tied down by the owner of your soul, Zestial. While not the worst overlord to be owned by, at the end of the day he was in hell for a reason.

Recently though things have been going better for you though! See recently this hotel opened that for giving sinners a chance of redemption and such. While it might not of been something your full heartedly interested in, Zestial wanted you to go in order to keep a watch out on Alastor.

Quickly you grew fond of the other residents, even getting into a relationship with your two boyfriends, Angel dust and Husk!

But, all good things come to an end unfortunately, you were sat at the bar on one of the broken down leather stools, Husk opposite ways to you. “Another shot Wiskers!~” his brows furrowed, the distaste of that nickname was something you were well aware of, which is why you used it. “Aye what’d I tell you ‘bout using that name.” Husk barked grumpily, which cause you to chuckle.

“I know I know but, you’re so cute when you’re mad I can’t help it!” He servers you your shot as you guys continue the conversation.

Not long after Angel arrived back from work, not even bothering to say hi to guys he went straight to his room. Knowing he had a bad day at work you frown to yourself feeling bad for your lover.

“I’m going to go check on him.” You slouch off the stool gently knocking on his door before entering. “Angel..?” He was snugged up with Fat Nuggets held to his stomach.

You sit on the side of his bed reaching out to touch him but then decide it’s best not to. “Leave me alone.” Angel mumbles softly but, with edge. Your face saddens “are you sure..? If you want I can-“ “Leave, I won’t ask you again.” Your heart ached from the cruelness that his words had to it. But nonetheless you obliged and left.

You head back to the bar to report what happened to Husk which he sighs, “I’ll go check on him.” Your face is confused now “But won’t that make him more upset I mean-“ already leaving Husk doesn’t bother to respond to you.

Not even five minutes later Husk and Angel go out close as ever and you head over happy to see Angel out of his room. “Hey Angie’! Glad to see you out of your room, wanna go-“ once again you were cut off, “It’s best if he stays here tonight.” You sigh under your breath “I was just trying to help.” Angel must’ve misunderstood your tone because he snapped back, “Look toots’ I know your trying to help but, so is Husk, and if what he’s doing is working there you don’t gotta come in here and try and solve somethin that doesn’t need to be solved.”

The alcohol was definitely in your system cause you shouted back, “I’m glad that Husk is helping you, and I’m glad you help Husk! Cause fuck that’s always how it is right? One of you guys have a bad day and only the other can help cheer you up, cause they understand you? I’m right fucking here, yet you guys act like I’m not! Like I don’t understand what you’re going through! What makes me so different than you two!” Tears were swelling in your eyes.

Now Husk stepped in he wasn’t as loud as you but certainly had the same harshness. “It’s nothing against you, but our situations aren’t the same. While you go play hooky with no consequences, we’re tied to fuckin freaky face and one of the Vee’s! So cut your shit and quit whining.” You were silent for a good moment.

“So I don’t have my soul sold to an overlord, I don’t have bad experiences like you guys? Things are just nice and easy for me? I’m glad I know that’s how you feel cause I’m done.” Storming out you don’t bother to listen to anything Angel or Husk was saying as you left, it was too much.

They didn’t want you, fine you didn’t need them anyways.

You figure you can do some side work for Zestial and then go back to that shitty hotel tomorrow night. Zestial gave you some side job of getting rid of some sinners that didn’t belong on his land, which you agreed to carry out.

The sinners themselves weren’t strong but, what you didn’t expect was for them to have carmilla carmine tech. Though it didn’t give you a scary amount of trouble, one of them was able to get away.

You looked for the escapee but, to no avail they were gone, you reported this account to Zestial whom was not in the slightest of good mood. “Thee cameth here to bid me, thee e're unable to completeth one task thee hath asked for!”, while I’ll spare you the details, you got more then a small beating. You were practically an inch away form being double dead.

Wounded you crawl your way back to the hotel with shallow breaths. When you enter the hotel sounds silent, thankfully, you then painfully make your way up to your room. Curling up in your bed the same way you saw Angel just a day ago.

What you hadn’t noticed was the fact Angel and Husk were infact there watching you enter your room absolutely horrified, filled with guilt and worry. Husk was the first to enter your room.

He didn’t have any calmness to his voice and had an undertone of panic. “What the fuck happen?” His paw grazing your arm. You mumble something incoherent about Zestial tears pouring out your eyes. Husk sat there next to you for a few minutes. You then hug him, scared he’d leave, he hugged you back and you sob more.

Angel then entered seeing the seen before him he hugs the both of you and quietly, “I’m so sorry toot’s. What we said last night- it was wrong.” Hearing Angel apologize made you burst again this time a more sweet sentiment though. “I-it’s okay Angie” you guys stay like that for awhile. In each others arms with no words needed to be exchanged.

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flametrashiraarchive · 9 months

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Hi! Me again lol. If we're limited to how much we can ask you don't have to answer. I was wondering if you could do Giyuu x Y/N who was also a hashira but after the final battle. They're finally able to be together and months later find out they're expecting. It can be SFW or NSFW. If you're not comfortable with this I totally understand.

-☀️

Yes! Happy endings ftw.

I thought it would be cute to have this be part of the bathhouse pieces just for the sake of a throwaway joke, but this reader is specifically AFAB so please ignore it if that's not for you. It's the Bathing with Giyuu Multiverse.

I’m really sorry it doesn’t really include the pregnancy part (I alluded to it but they’re really difficult for me to write about sometimes) but I hope the love between Giyuu and you makes up for it.

This piece does contain slight spoilers for the end of the Demon Slayer manga so be warned! (spoilers from here on out!)

Also, I refuse to accept that the thing with the mark and how much time he has left is canon. It’s too sad so it doesn’t happen. You and Giyuu are gonna grow old together.

I hope you like it!!

AFTERMATH

Giyuu Tomioka x F!reader. NSFW.

Memories of your fallen comrades haunt you long after the rubble is cleared away. Nightmares of what befell those you care about wake you when you finally do manage to drift off. The scent of battle lingers on your skin for weeks. Smoke, blood, and death. No matter how many times you've tried to wash it off it clings to you.

Which is why you find yourself traipsing to the onsen in the darkness, your katana still grasped firmly in your hand, because you still can't quite believe that it's over. The battle is won, and the world is safe.

You can relax in the onsen completely safe and completely alone–

"You're kidding me?!"

Giyuu stares at you, half submerged in the steaming water, his expression one of wide-eyed surprise. But once he sees it's you, his face softens again. "Ah… is it time for our annual awkward bath together?"

You laugh for the first time in days. Giyuu has always been a little less guarded around you, but since the fight ended, he has been far more open. He's funny. Peace looks good on him.

"Do you mind if I get in?" You ask, "It's not like we haven't seen everything already."

He shakes his head. "I don't mind. We've been through hell and back together, this is nothing."

"Yeah…"

"Should I turn around?" he asks.

Oh Giyuu. Even after everything you’ve been through together; the battles, the quiet moments, the nights you spent together early on where you promised it was just once to get it out of your systems, and the times later when you both agreed you could die at any moment so why the hell not. Even after all that, he’s still a perfect and slightly awkward gentleman.

Your breath shivers as you slip off your yukata in answer and those deep blue eyes of his drink you in.

He stands, gazing up at you with his lips slightly parted. It'll take some time to get used to the sight of him without his right arm, and no doubt it'll take him even longer than that. But he's alive. You both made it. You survived.

He wades toward you and offers you his hand, helping you step down into the water. His eyes never leave you. Yours never leave him. And you both just stand there, the water only up to your hip, laid bare before each other in this newly peaceful world.

You no longer smell smoke, blood, or death. Giyuu’s scent is soft, clean rain, washing over you and carrying the horrors away.

His smile is so soft and serene your heart aches.

A muscle in his cheek flexes before he speaks. "I didn't lose you," he says, as though the fact is only just sinking in, as if he'd mourned you even before the battle had even begun and is only just allowing himself to believe you’re really there, that you really survived.

It’s a feeling you know well.

A slow smile lifts his lips, his eyes meeting yours, his sapphire gaze filled with unending tenderness. You reach up to caress his cheek and melt as he closes his eyes and leans into your touch.

"We made it, Giyuu."

"We did," he says, his voice so quiet and calm. "I should have told you this before the battle, but I was afraid to because I thought telling you would mean you wouldn't make it. Like I’d put a curse on you or something. And if you don't feel the same–"

"I love you."

His eyes widen a little, but soften a heartbeat later. He chuckles. "Yeah… yeah, you took the words out of my mouth."

"I've wanted to tell you that for the longest time."

"Me too.' He dips his chin, pressing his forehead to yours as a quiet laugh of relief emerges from him. With your heart fluttering, you close your eyes and just enjoy the sensation, and the quiet intimacy of being loved by Giyuu.

His lips hover so close to yours, gentle breaths fanning over your skin. Your heart aches with need for him as you tilt your face toward him to bring your lips closer.

He closes the gap, his kiss as light as gossamer, sending your heart into a frenzy. The kiss is so gentle it's almost painful, the fluttering in your chest more than you can bear. It shivers through every fiber of your body, more potent than any breathing technique as every cell in your body seems to sigh his name.

Giyuu. You're alive. We made it, and we can finally let ourselves love.

Little by little, the kiss deepens until Giyuu's tongue is caressing yours. His lips are soft and oh-so gentle, stirring up the butterflies in your belly. You open your eyes, seeking reassurance that this isn’t all just some dream. The intimate sight of him causes your heart to leap; his eyes are closed, his pretty dark lashes resting on his pink-dusted cheeks, so peaceful in that moment you can’t believe this is the same world which demanded so much sacrifice.

He skates his hand down to the curve of your lower back, gently pulling you closer until your bodies are flush with each other. The rise and fall of his chest staggers against yours as you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him, bathed in moonlight and the rising steam of the onsen. And though the battle only took place in one tiny pocket of the world, it feels as though you are clinging to each other among the wreckage, even here surrounded by serenity.

As much as you crave each other, you take your time and love one another slowly, washing each other with all the tenderness the world couldn’t spare you until now. You sit with your back to him as he washes your hair, his fingers deftly moving over your scalp, making goosebumps pebble along your thighs. He bows his head and weaves a cloak of kisses across your back and shoulders, making sure not to leave a single inch of you feeling unloved.

And then, when you’ve both washed away what you needed to, he takes your hand and leads you back to his home; a big, empty house waiting to be filled with the family and the love he never even allowed himself to believe he could have. The comforting scent of him lingers in the house and you feel as though you never want to leave. He doesn’t want you to go either.

Moonlight shines through the windows, casting silver light over the pair of you as you lie together in Giyuu’s bed, lost once more in tender kisses. The relief and love, the guilt of survival, the way your mind can’t quite slip fully out of fight mode… It’s overwhelming. He notices the moment your tears start to fall.

“Love… it’s okay,” he whispers, stroking them away with his thumb and you know he understands completely.

“We’re allowed to be happy, aren’t we?”

He smiles softly, and nods. “Yeah… we are.”

His breath is hot against your skin as he trails kisses over your jaw, down your throat, and to your chest. When his lips reach the top of your breast he pauses, lays down his head and closes his eyes, listening to your heart’s rhythm and your breathing with a quiet sigh. You know this will go on for a while; that no matter how often you reassure each other that this is real, that you both made it, that it’s okay for you to love each other, some part of you both will always question.

Because since when has the world ever been this kind?

“Can I love you forever?” he asks softly. “Is that okay?”

Your fingers thread through his soft black hair as he kisses down your stomach. “Please, Giyuu… please do.”

He brings you simple solace with the wet heat of his mouth. He settles between your thighs, eyes closed, lapping at your tender flesh with his fingers interlaced with yours. Soft and slow and so loving your heart can barely take it. He tastes every inch of you, drawing comfort from your sighs and the way you gasp his name. A groan emerges from him as you bear down on his tongue, grinding yourself against his gentle mouth. And only then does he quicken his pace, giving you what you need to drive you over the edge and plunging into ecstasy.

You can’t help but laugh a little as he raises his head to gaze at you. Giyuu always has the haziest, prettiest expression when he’s drunk on your pussy, and the war hasn’t changed that one bit. His cheeks are flushed pink, his lips glossy with your slick arousal.

He gets back onto the bed, lying face-to-face beside you and guides your thigh over his waist, angling his hips so he can enter you. He sets a languid rhythm, kissing you the entire time, his cock only entering you halfway so he can make it last as long as possible. He fought through hell to be here with you and he’s going to make sure he cherishes every second.

“You’re… so wet…” he gasps against your lips.

You try to bite back a grin and fail. “Yeah. That’s what happens when you fuck the water hashira.”

Giyuu’s composure breaks and he laughs–really laughs–resting his forehead against your chest. “I love you.”

Gods, what a world this is; that you get to love him, that you have the luxury of time to stop and laugh together in the middle of sex. Giyuu has such an adorably boyish laugh too; one which crinkles his nose and shakes his shoulders. It’s a sound you want to hear a billion times more over the course of your life and a sight you will never tire of.

“I love you too, Giyuu. I always will.”

He’s still chuckling until he rolls you onto your back and presses himself deeper, wiping the smiles from both your faces as pleasure drowns out your amusement. The delicious stretch pulls a groan from you, and when he starts to roll his hips you can’t help but cry out. The control he has over his body is breathtaking, and the loss of his arm doesn’t hinder him at all as he has you wrap your legs around his waist and fucks you hard and deep, filling the room with the lewd symphony of slapping flesh and your wanton cries.

Every time before, he has pulled out of you, both of you unwilling to bring a child into the world when each tomorrow was so precarious. But now he presses deeper, his eyes alight with new possibility, and love like he never allowed himself to believe in. He groans as he fills you, resting his head between your breasts and listening to the thundering rhythm of your heart as you wrap your arms around him and hold him through his orgasm.

And then you lie together in the aftermath; just you and Giyuu at the end and the beginning of it all.

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jaiistg · 10 months

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Cuddling while they're drunk.

"Why'd you have to be so cute? Its impossible to ignore you."

He wraps his arms around (name')s body and pull her close to him.She is now spooning him with her head resting on his chest.They stare at each other silently and deeply.

"Hey, (name)... Can I say something?" He said. "Sure, what is it?" (Name) asked curiously."You know I love you. He placed one hand on her chin to face her towards him. But I want to ask you something." "And that is?"

Why do you look so pretty when you wake up in the morning? Your hair is a mess and your eyes are barely open, yet you still look cuter than ever. How come? He places his other hand on her cheek, smiling sweetly.(name) was taken aback on what he said she was at lost for words."Wh-wha?" She couldn't help but blush.

"You're always so surprised whenever I say you're cute. But that's a fact, (name). You're not only cute, but also adorable. Every morning I kiss you to wake you up, and I look forward to it very much. I can't wait to kiss your sleepy face and you open your half-asleep eyes and look back at me with your pretty eyes. Just thinking about it makes me want to do it right now." "Stop! Your flustering me..."

But you know what? I'm actually serious. Every sentence out of my mouth is the truth. And when I say that you're the cutest, sweetest and most adorable girl in the world, it is also the truth, (name).

"Your drunk...." She facepalmed. "Hm... Yeah, that might be true. But that doesn't change what I say. In fact, what I say when I'm drunk is even more real!"

(name) chuckled knowing what his saying is the truth "your so cute you know that right? I wish you would act like this even if you aren't drunk..." She said sadly.

"Hm... You're right. I should be more honest with you, (name). Not only when I'm drunk but also when I'm sober. I should be more honest with you and tell you how much I love you from my heart." He moves closer to her and cups her face with both hands.He looks at her eyes and smiles sweetly. "Your so cutee..."

"You told me that multiple times ... Aren't you tired?" "Yeah, I'm kinda tired." He puts his head on her shoulder and closes his eyes. "Can I tell you something before we sleep?"

Sure... (Name) said kinda sleepy. When I tell you I love you, or say you're cute or adorable, I really, sincerely mean it..." He caress her hair and face...I mean it with all my heart, my soul and being. I love you,(name).He gives her a kiss on the cheek and pull her close to him , so her head is now on his chest.

"I'll keep that in mind". She smiles and falls asleep.

He falls asleep too. After a while, he subconsciously start to caress her face and neck. "I feel myself being even more in love with you every moment we spend together." He thought.

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sinfulpanda16 · 3 months

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Love You Too Much to Leave

Takashi Mistuya x Chubby Fem Reader

A little reassurance from ur boyfriend never hurts ^^

You did the stupid mistake of looking at one fitness influencer than another, and another, and now that's all you see in your social media. You didn't mean to but now that's all you're seeing. Pretty and thin girls. You see how they're so comfortable wearing what you wish you could wear and see how they look so good in them. Fuck, you hate feeling this way. Frustrated, you exit the app and decide to call your boyfriend, Mitsuya.

Mitsuya always knows how to make you feel better. He is your safe space You don't even have to tell him what's wrong, he'll help you either way.

After a few more rings he picks up the phone, "Hey sweetheart. What's up?" he asks as he measures the fabric he's working on carefully.

"Are you busy?" you ask a with a shaky voice. You didn't realize but there are tears in your eyes. Damn it, you didn't want him to know that something was wrong.

Mistuya stops what he's doing and asks you, "Darling whats wrong?" with concern in his voice. You sigh, telling him right now was gonna make you feel worse, so you decide to hold it off for later.

You wipe your tears away "Its nothing love. Right now the only thing I want is to meet with you." A day out will help you forget quickly about these insecurities of yours.

On the other end of the phone Mistuya smiles softly, "Of course baby. I'll come see you in a bit." Happy you thank him and hang up. See he can easily help you forget your worries.

He pulls up at your place with his bike. He goes to you and holds your hands "So whats going on sweetheart. Tell me and I promise I won't be mad."

Wait what?

"Huh? Nothing love, I just wanted to hang out with you." you say a bit startled by his abruptness.

He's quiet for a bit and starts to laugh awkwardly. "Oh. Sorry, it's just on the phone you said you wanted to meet up with me while crying." He rubs the back of his neck "I thought you were going to break up with me." He explains with relief in his voice. "I was worried."

This shocked you. You'd be stupid to leave man like him. He truly is one of a kind and the fact that he thinks you might leave him hurt you a bit. You give him a gentle kiss on his shoulder and smile at him, "Aww love. You don't ever have to worry about that. I love you too much to leave." You hold his hand gently.

Mitsuya smiles back at you and goes to kiss your lips "I love you to sweetheart. Now lets go, I know the perfect place to go." He says holding your hand as he brings you with him towards his motorcycle. He helps you on and puts your helmet on for you before you both speed away.

An amusement park.

He took you to an amusement park, where there are so many people. So many pretty girls. You tried ignoring them, but it was so hard when they were just everywhere. Any other day would've been fine but today seeing them just reminded you of the fitness influencers you would see on your phone. To make matters worse, a lot of them interacted with your boyfriend.

He accidentally bumped into one of the girls and they both smiled at each other and laughed, Mitsuya saying sorry and her telling him it was ok. That girl was pretty. Mitsuya being his cute self as he orders your guys snacks with the cute cashier. That girl was also pretty. Or worse, when you walk out of the restroom and saw a girl with her phone in her hands talking to Mitsuya. She was asking for his number and Mitsuya rejected her kindly. She was pretty too, why did he reject her? The girl walked away and Mitsuya kept waiting for you. When you went to him he happy to continue going on rides with you, but he didn't say what just had happened.

So later that evening when you two were on his bike you couldn't push away those mean thoughts in your head. You shed tears and because of the helmet you were wearing you couldn't wipe them off. Having realized this you tried to stop them but all that just caused even more stress so you stopped trying. You were at a point where you just didn't care anymore.

You make it back home and Mitsuya climbs off. Whenever he takes you anywhere on his bike he always climbs off first and then goes to picks you up and sets you down, then removes your helmet for you. So that's what he did, he put you down and then took off your helmet only to find you with tears.

"Baby?! What happened?!" he asks with a worried expression.

You wipe your tears, "I'm sorry love its just lately I've been feeling ugly and..."

He grabs your arms, "Darling when did this happen?" he asks really worried for you. He thought you were enjoying your time with him.

You might as well tell him now. "In the morning. There were so many fit people in my feed and then at the amusement park" you voice starts to shake "there were so many pretty girls. I saw one try to ask for your Instagram." You sniff and wipe those tears away.

He holds you tightly "Darling listen to me. You're the cutest being I've ever seen. I'm so addicted to just having you to look at, whether that be in person or in a picture. Why do you think I have us as my wallpaper?" You look up at him. He smiles softly, "Its so that I can say 'yes she's my gf' and possibly brag about it to the guys. I show us off don't think I don't." You giggle and he laughs, "They get so annoyed. They're just mad you picked me and not them."

You laugh at his words. Mitsuya smiles as he sees your beautiful smile. "Also, I'm sorry for not telling you about that girl trying to get my Insta, I just figured none of that was worth it cuz it was dumb." he laughs cuz he honestly forgot about that.

Yup that's your Mitsuya. Always knowing how to comfort you. You smile up at him, "Thank you love. I really needed to hear that."

He kisses you shoulder and gives you a soft smile, "I love you to much to leave." Him doing this made you fall in love with him even more. You two kiss in the sunset and look beautiful together.

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linawritestwst · 1 year

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Hi! Can I request headcanons for Rollo, Malleus, Jamil, and Azul being jealous on how the Perfect dotes on the first years and Grim? Thank you!

rollo, malleus, jamil and azul being jealous because of you doting on the first years and grim (gn!reader)

this is such a cute request, thank you so much for sending it!

and WOW THESE ARE JEALOUSY HCS AND I DIDN'T MAKE THEM TOO SAD OR SCARY?? LET'S GO THESE CHARACTERS ARE NOT SUFFERING TONIGHT

rollo flamme.

♡ personally, i don't think rollo is the type to get jealous easily. he certainly does get jealous, but it's not like he sees you having fun with someone and immediately goes "that's it, they don't actually like me". in fact, he actually trusts you enough to believe that you would never betray him like this and he prefers to put the blame on people who you hang out with. this is their fault, not yours. so when he first notices how close you are with the first years and grim, he doesn't think much of it, they're just your friends, of course, you're allowed to talk to them and hang out with them. and he hates to say it, but.. eventually he does get a bit anxious when he starts feeling like he doesn't get enough attention from you.

♡ rollo tries to stay calm and think logically, he knows that you love him and he loves you, so he tries really hard to ignore his feelings of loneliness and assures himself that he's not being "left out". of course, you'd be closer with nrc students, that's the school you go to, after all. but no matter how hard he tries to respect and accept that, he still can't help but feel like.. he's not that important to you, maybe? again, he knows that you love him, but he really wishes you would pay more attention to him. it's selfish of him, he knows, but maybe he can be a little selfish just this one time?

♡ he would avoid mentioning this topic for some time, but in the end he does talk to you about it, even though he really doesn't want to and he hopes you forgive him for being so rude and insensitive. you can actually see him blush a little bit when he confesses that he's been feeling kinda lonely without you around. you even get distracted for a second because of how cute that face expression is. but of course, you take this seriously and you thank rollo for being honest and having the courage to open up to you. hehe, he's already making progress, he would never admit something like this when you just started dating.

♡ you promise that you'll spend a lot more time with him from now on and you say you're sorry for not noticing how rollo's been feeling, you really thought that he won't think much of you hanging out with grim and the first years so often.. man, you feel guilty now, even though you go to different schools, you should show your boyfriend that you love him more often. oh, you've got an idea! what about spending the entire weekend with him? if anything happens while you're gone, nrc students can solve that problem without your help, you deserve a break. you just hope no one is gonna overblot while you're here.. if it does happen, you will just stop trying to convince rollo that magic is not that dangerous, haha.

malleus draconia.

♡ on the other hand, it doesn't take much time for malleus to get jealous. it's not like he's possessive or anything, it's just.. you know, the thought of someone who's so precious to him leaving him terrifies malleus and he starts panicking the moment he sees that image in his mind. he also tries to calm himself down and he acts like everything is perfectly fine when you ask him about it, but don't be surprised if the weather suddenly becomes much worse when he's feeling like this. he's actually not that good at controlling his emotions.

♡ to say that the first years are scared of how malleus looks at them would be an understatement. they actually think this guy is going to kill them if they even simply say hi to you. it's even kinda funny because of malleus glaring at them when they're talking to you and then starting to act like this pouty child when you notice him and try to ask what happened. no, malleus, something is obviously wrong, don't try to evade the question. other diasomnia students start to get worried about him too, especially those who are closest to him like lilia, silver and sebek. sebek is so ready to find those who made his master sad and he has no idea that he's one of the culprits.

♡ silver wants to know the truth as well, but he respects malleus's feelings and lilia would prefer malleus to do everything without his help, he's not a kid anymore after all at least that's what malleus says.. but it looks like malleus could definitely use his advice, so yeah, this guy is here to try and save your relationship. he eventually does convince malleus to tell you how he's been feeling lately and he also asks malleus to stay calm during the entire process. no temper tantrums this time. you are his s/o, he has to be honest with you, but he also has to be mature about it. and yes, malleus has to have that conversation with you, you're a smart person, but it doesn't mean that you have to try and figure out what's been going on with malleus by yourself when he can just tell you everything.

♡ and malleus does tell you the truth, but in the end he actually does cry a little. and yes, it ends up raining, but you're used to this kind of stuff, so you just pull out your umbrella and ask him to continue. it must be something important if he's feeling so sad. when it's over, you apologize to malleus for making him feel like this and you swear that you love him with all your heart and you would never want him to feel this lonely. you do think that it's cute of him to get jealous like this though.. oh no, did you just say that out loud? oh well, expect your boyfriend to act more overprotective on purpose now. come on, didn't you just say that this kind of behavior is cute? if you like it this much, he will never let you go <3

jamil viper.

♡ jamil usually doesn't take something like this seriously. that's just you talking to your familiar and first year students, what's so bad about that? it's good that you have so many friends, jamil is not surprised that a person like you is so popular. he's even proud of you, really.. and this is why he feels even worse for wanting you to spend less time with those people (and the cat) and more time with him. why would he wish for something like that? that sounds so childish, it's not like jamil at all.. and then one day kalim notices how jamil looks at you laughing at some freshmen's jokes and goes "what, are you jealous or something? :D" jamil hates to admit that kalim is right.

♡ he tries to ignore those feelings and he hopes that he will just stop caring about all of it one day. it's gonna be fine, it's actually not that serious, you're just helping these freshmen to get used to this new school, you're just trying to stop grim from getting in trouble, jamil should stop worrying about it. he's still your boyfriend, he's still important to you, you're obviously not gonna forget about him.. then why does he still feel like you're gonna leave him one day? it's actually a different kind of jealousy, not the "they love that person more than me" kind, but rather something like.. jamil wants you to see how great he truly is. he doesn't mind you doting on those people (and again, the cat), but sometimes it feels like you actually think jamil is not worth spending time with. at least that's how he feels.

♡ he does need some time before he can talk to you about this, but he does mention feeling a bit weird when he sees you with grim and those first years. no, no, that's not the right word, he doesn't just feel weird, he's jealous. that's right, he said it. he's not happy about it either, but he felt like you have to know the truth. if you want a loving and healthy relationship, you should be honest with each other, right? so.. yeah, he's jealous because sometimes he feels like he's inferior to those freshmen and that's not true at all, he knows that he's good at many things! he just.. doesn't know if you know that. so maybe, um, you could pay more attention to him? you probably haven't noticed it, but he's always trying hard to impress you.

♡ you listen to him and you're glad jamil talked to you about this, it certainly helped you understand him better. however, you can't help but jokingly ask if he has also felt inferior to grim at some point. this helps break the awkward silence and jamil even laughs a little because of how sudden and ridiculous your question is. like, how did you even get that idea? thankfully, jamil is not THAT insecure. you laugh and promise that you're gonna be free tomorrow and you will be able to spend the whole day with him. he's very excited, but he still says that just one day won't be enough. he missed you so much, you know~

azul ashengrotto.

♡ someone like azul getting jealous over you giving a bit too much attention to grim and the first year students? haha, that's impossible! don't you know how cool and collected he is, he would never let his feelings- yes. yes, he is jealous. he knows how pathetic that sounds, you don't have to tell him. the leech twins have already made fun of him because of that. listen, he's just.. he just misses you and he wishes you could spend more time with him!! yes, he's often too busy to talk to you, but, um, you just visiting him and saying hi would be enough to make his day better!

♡ he can't believe that he feels jealous because of you doting so much on your cat. how did he manage to fall so low? and the thing is that azul is actually not so surprised when he thinks about it, his self-esteem is literally non-existent, of course he would end up crying because of something like this. it's not his fault, okay? and no, he won't tell you anything! you will never figure out what he's thinking about- what do you mean, you think he's jealous. how. y/n, are you sure you don't have any magic abilities, because that intuition is.. something no he's just not good at hiding his jealousy

♡ it's hard to make azul tell you what he's been thinking about lately and when you do, he gets very nervous and avoids looking you in the eyes because of how much he doesn't want to admit that he's been feeling jealous. he knows that it's a natural feeling, especially if you think that your partner doesn't spend that much time with you, but.. he just really doesn't want you to see his weak side, even though you're one of the few people who he feels comfortable enough with. it's not like he doesn't trust you, he trusts you a lot, he just wants you to believe that he's better than he actually is. but if you feel like those freshmen are more interesting than him-

♡ you assure azul that even though you're friends with most first years and you're close with grim, the reason why you don't always have the time to check on azul is not because they are better than him.. it's the exact opposite, actually. let's face it, most nrc freshmen are not that bright. they often have to deal with quite a lot of problems and you're the first person who they usually ask for help. and you, being a kind person that you are, can't just say no to them and you agree to help them. and grim is.. well, grim. of course, you have no choice but to watch over him. and you don't worry too much about azul because you know how smart and talented your boyfriend is, so that's why those first years end up getting so much attention from you. azul is speechless once he hears those words and he is even more shocked when you kiss him on the cheek and promise that you'll try to spend more time with him even though your boyfriend is such a genius that he probably won't need your help.

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stinkysam · 5 months

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Buggy the Clown - Who's got it bigger ?

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “jealous buggy x reader. where the reader is complementing cabaji's biceps. then buggy goes "Mines bigger".” - anon

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

You were sitting in the empty circus tent, watching Cabaji throw knives for the big spectacle you were all preparing. You yawned, watching at first the knives he grabbed and played with, before looking at his hand throwing them. Then your eyes moved to his arm, to stop at his biceps, flexing and unflexing as he moved.

Damn, they're big ?

Your eyes widened a bit as you stared for a few seconds before standing up, walking to him.

“Wait, Cabaji !” You stopped him, walking closer as you rolled up your own sleeves “Let me look at your arms ?”

He looked at you, surprised, but said nothing, nodding instead, letting you look at his arms. You flexed yours, putting it next to his biceps.

“Damn you have big muscles !” You exclaimed, laughing, making Cabaji chuckle, unaware your captain was behind you. He had stopped dead in his tracks as he had heard you, frowning.

He removed his coat, grumbling, placing it on one of the empty chairs and walked to you two.

“Mines are bigger, if you wanna be impressed.” He said proudly, flexing his arms.

You squinted your eyes, looking at his biceps then at Cabaji's.

Came to you two possibilities. Lie, but make your captain happy, or tell the truth and possibly make him mad. You tried not to smile as you grimaced, thinking hard.

“What's with that face ?” He asked, growing annoyed by your silence. Where was your amazement, huh ?

“Well…”

“What !? They are bigger ! Look better !” He yelled, placing himself next to Cabaji who had stopped flexing, not wanting to anger your captain even more. “Do it, idiot !” He said, slapping his arm.

Cabaji held in a sigh and obeyed, flexing again. You could tell he was trying to make it look smaller than before and Buggy noticed.

“Raah ! You're all… stupid !” He stomped, annoyed, throwing his hands in the air, and walked away. “You're lucky you're both needed for the show or else you would've been fired !” He menaced before disappearing, leaving his coat behind.

Buggy ignored you for the rest of the day, even when you brought him back his coat, still upset you found his biceps smaller than Cabaji's.

Then, came nighttime and you went into bed with him.

“Come on, stop sulking.” You said pulling the covers over you, your head resting on Buggy's shoulder.

“I'm not sulking.” He replied, glaring at you.

“I love your muscles.” You shifted a bit, grabbing one of his arms, hugging it. Buggy scoffed. “It's true !”

“Stop lying.”

“I'm not ! I was just surprised that Cabaji got biceps this big !” You explained and his eyes twitched, still not pleased. “Come on, I like your little muscles.”

“They're not little !” He yelled, trying to get away from you.

“I was joking.” You laughed, pecking his lips quickly before he could move more. “I don't care that they're smaller than Cabaji's, I don't like his muscles.”

Buggy grumbled, still trying to get away, he detached himself from his arm before getting out of bed.

“I don't care, you're leaving me your second favorite part of you.” You said, pulling your tongue out. “Wanna know what's the first one ?” You smirked, knowing you had picked his interest. “It's your cute nose.” You said with a wink.

Buggy froze at your words, blushing a bit before stomping.

“Are you mocking me !?” He yelled, hiding his nose behind his free hand.

“I'm not mocking you.” You simply said, nudging his arm with your cheek. “I love you, it's only normal I like your nose and your arms. My head is resting so perfectly against it.” You sighed, happy. “If you had too much muscle it wouldn't be comfortable.”

He glared at you, unsure of what to do.

“It's up to you to come back to bed. I'm fine sleeping with only your arm in your bed. You left me your hand so I can hold it if I want. I don't really need you.” You said, grabbing his hand and bringing it to your lips, kissing it. Buggy stared with wide eyes.

“Oi !” He exclaimed, jumping back into bed. “You can't have only the parts you want !” He said, reattaching his arm to himself.

“Good. Because I lied. My favorite part of you is all of you.” You said with a grin, kissing his cheek and wrapped your arms around him, caging him against you.

Buggy grimaced, trying not to let your words win him over.

“I love you.” You said, kissing his shoulder, resting your chin on it.

You heard him grumble quietly, looking away slightly embarrassed before replying.

“I love you too.”

“Were you jealous ?” You finally asked, after a moment of silence.

“I wasn't !” He replied a bit too fast, his cheeks reddening quickly.

You chuckled and kissed his cheek.

“Don't be. You're the only one I love.”

“I told you I wasn't jealous !”

You hummed, one hand turning his face toward you and you kissed him, making his heart jump in his chest.

“Let's fucking sleep.” He said with a pout, trying to hide his blush by turning the lights off with a flying hand.

#male reader #m!reader #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece x male reader #one piece live action x male reader #one piece live action imagine #one piece live action #opla #opla buggy #opla imagine #opla x male reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown #buggy the clown x male reader #buggy the clown imagine #gender neutral reader #gn!reader

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kawataslvr · 2 months

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Can I request a Mikey (tokyo revenger) x male reader.

Where they both know they love each other, but the reader is scared to date him 'cause they're both men. And Mikey is just trying to convince him (at the end the reader agreed), please ?

Summary : Angst -> Fluff ,, Internalized homophobia ,, hinted at homophobia from readers parents ,, He/Him Pronouns .

A/N : guys i rlly like mikey 😍🙏 this one hit very close to home 🪂

You really liked Mikey, yes he really did, well, as a friend.. right??

So why did his heart pound faster and faster whenever he was around him, its not like he was afraid of rejection.

He’s been told multiple times Mikey had a thing for him, everyone knew it. Wasn’t ever a secret since you two met.

You tried to ignore the feelings, everyone was just playing around. Because you couldn’t like a boy that was GROSS.

Right? thats what your brain told you, so why was your heart betraying you so badly? why was it craving Mikey so often?

It was probably just the teasing from everyone that was getting to your head.

Maybe thats why your heart dropped and then rapidly sped up way too quick when Mikey gave you a confession letter, you could tell Emma had helped him on it with how cutely it was decorated.

How cute of him..

You smiled to yourself before stopping yourself when your brain processed what the note really said.

Mikey just confessed his feelings , and he was in front of you.

He was waiting for your answer, what the hell were you supposed to say.

At least no one was watching, he had the curtsey to do this in private.

You still didn’t want to hurt his feelings “I..Im sorry.. I just..”

“It’s okay for you to say no L/N.” oh, your lastname? You’re heart dropped again.

You liked Mikey, loved even. But.. he was a guy, these had to be just friendly feelings.

“I.. I just don’t know how you feel about dating a dude..” your tone sounded a bit shaky, as if nervous to admit this. It’s not like you were completely against the idea of gay people, you didn’t care if one of your friends or someone around you were gay. You just thought the idea of you being gay was gross, because that wasn’t you.

“Well do you like me?” Mikey said bluntly

“Yeah, I mean.. I guess I do, but that doesn’t mean we can date we’re both guys..”

“Give me one chance, please Y/N.” Mikey did look a bit disappointed, not mad. Not sad.

You didn’t know what to say, “I can’t, even if I did my parents wouldn’t allow me.” Mikey put his hands on your shoulders

Was your heart beating this fast because he was so close? or because the leader of Toman was grabbing onto him.

“Please Y/N, we both like each other.”

After one final Denial Mikey left you alone, at least for the time being.

That whole situation didn’t stop him from sending you flowers and gifts after school and leaving you sweet notes during school.

No not at all.

He made sure to write his name in big bold letters on every gift or card, he needed you to know it was from him.

The feeling inside of you couldn’t deny how much you loved the gifts, how much you wanted to be with Mikey.

You had been avoiding him and his friends.

Mikey had sent you multiple messages practically begging.

If you weren’t so in love, you’d call this pathetic.

Finally coming to terms that you like him you were the one to message him this time, even if you never really gave a reply to his countless messages.

You asked him to meet you, quickly getting last second regrets whenever you thought about it.

It was too late now.

“Y/N!” Mikey said in a cheery tone, this being the only real interaction he’s had with you for almost a month now.

“Mikey.. I wanted to tell you something.” You became a mess again, why the hell were you all flustered? Just spit it out.

“If you want me to leave you alone I’ll stop.” he said in that same blunt tone, again.. but this time it was neutral and more understanding.

Mikey was ready to accept the rejection.

“No! No! I—“ why were the words so chocked up on your throat? ugh.. you were more annoyed with yourself than anyone else.

“I like you too.”

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duckchu · 6 months

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Heartsteel Kayn with a cute idol reader <3

How did it even come to be? Y/N, the nations sweetheart and...Kayn. Well, you were working on a track for your solo debut with Yone around the time of Kayn joining Heartsteel and he noticed you were at their apartment pretty often, sometimes even proving yourself useful by accidentally triggering some of Aphelios's pranks meant for the band members, like the classic water bucket on the door, which also made him see you in wet hair which...let's say haven't left his mind for a long time. But as you eventually stopped coming after the song was finished he...started missing you. He couldn't believe it, you two barely exchanged words, though he often saw you hanging out with Ezreal in their shared room as you two were friends back from the days when your promotions would collide and you would meet at variety shows together.

Eventually he asked Ezreal for your number and you two started exchanging text messages, which weren't really intresting at the beginning, but later on became the best time of the day for Kayn

He loved your wit and how you could actually stand him. He couldn't help but eventually develop feelings for you. He couldn't believe himself. He was falling for...You! A sickly sweet idol girl who's just as annoying as Ezreal. Yeah, that's what you are...not a witty person to talk to. Not at all.

After this he stopped responding to your texts and avoiding you. You didn't know why. You decided to go to Heartsteel's apartment to meet up with Ezreal and talk about it to him. As you entered his room, you noticed he wasn't there. Neither was Kayn. They're probably busy, you thought to yourself as you sat down on Kayn's bed. You could go to Yone, who was downstairs in the living room, but that would probably be awkward. So you wait for Ezreal. And you wait. And you wait...

After honestly not a long, just boring time, the door opens, revealing Kayn. You look at him, trying to hide the hurt in your eyes as he barely spares you a glance.

- What are you doing here? - he asks, cold tone hiding the oh so warm feelings he has for you.

- Waiting...for Ezreal...- you looked on your shoes, thinking of how much you wanted to just hug him right now

- Well he'll be out for a long time - you feel the bed under you dip as he sits down next to you. After his cold treatment for the past week, you were surprised that he wanted to get close to you. You decided this was your only chance to speak up.

- Why...Why are you ignoring me?- He smirked. He smirked! This smug bastard!

- Ignoring you? I'm talking to you right now - What you didn't know was that he was covering his nervousness. He wanted to speak to you so bad, but you were just...making him too soft.

- YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!- you were so mad right now, which he thought was really cute

- Listen... You're just making me too soft...- He tried not looking you in the eyes, but you grabbed his face

- What do you mean?- You looked so puzzled...He wanted to kiss you so bad right now. So he did. He connected your lips and laid you down on the bed, making you question his intentions

- This. You're making me feel so...- He trailed off, looking at your cute, confused face

- Kayn...-

- I know you don't want a person like me.- He looked almost mad at himself for this.

- No...I do- You grabbed his collar and pulled him in for another kiss.

Now for the actual relationship

When it wasn't out yet, everyone was surprised at the change in both of yours behaviour. You seemed even cuter on stage, as if something magical has happened overnight while he became even more rowdy, secretly wanting to impress you.

Then in one interview he said that he had someone in mind when asked for ideal type and basically started describing you. Everyone in the room was kinda shocked when they realised (except for the other members of course, they already knew) and it leads to an avalanche on stories about how you two were a thing, how he was a creepy stalker, even that you were pregnant with his child? You didn't expect this at all, you weren't really used to having so much press about you released at once. It was overwhelming but also you were grateful that your relationship was partially out, since hiding it was starting to become tiring, especially with Kayn insisting on going out almost every night, since it would be harder to catch you two. While you liked those dates, they really messed your sleep schedule and you were practically running on energy drinks.

After the public became aware of your relationship, you got the toxic "leave my pookie bear" comment or two, but it wasn't noticible and Kayn always made sure you knew he loves you more than his fans.

You could also visit him more freely! And after some time both the public and your fans loved the "opposites attract" dynamic you two had.

You also started secretly putting cute accessories on Kayn's clothes, which he only started noticing after you went all out and put a pink ribbon on his collar. He was mad and chased you in Heartsteel's apartment with Aphelios recording.

#this is shit but whatever #league of legends #heartsteel #league of legends x reader #lol #lol x reader #heartsteel x reader #heartsteel kayn #kayn x reader #shieda kayn #kayn

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pablitogavii · 6 months

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Can you write about Gavi being with a reader who is a few months or a year older than him, his teammates tease him because reader babies him a lot (he loves that she does) so he tries to act more mature, doesn't let reader baby him that much so she confronts him

Her baby

Pablo's pov

It was no secret that my girl was three years older than me and oftentimes my friends would tease me how lucky I am to have found such an incredible woman for myself. Other times, they tease me about being "her baby" which I didn't mind when we were alone.

"Hola Pablito. You feeling sore bebé???" she ask running her hands through my hair seeing my shy smile while my friends were joining in making me pull away. I wanted to avoid the constant teasing that comes afterwards.

"Como estas amiga? Pablito listening to you??" Pedri said smirking at at me while I rolled my eyes ignoring his clear teasing. Just because she's older than me, that doesn't mean I'm "her baby"!!! If only they knew who is the one "in charge" when it matters ;)))

"He's good. Sometimes a little stubborn but you guys know that" she said giggling adorably and I just pretended to ignore all the "aweee" from all my friends.

"Let's go home amor!!!" I said grabbing ehr hand and quickly leaving making her very much confused.

Y/N's POV

I knew Pablo was a very proud guy who liked being respected by his peers. He was always "the baby" of the group oftentimes earning teasing because of it. I always told him not to pay them attention, that they're jealous and sometimes he would listen to me.

"You're so cute when you get embarrassed like that Pablitooo" you awe playing with his hand rested on your thigh...

"Stop babying me! I'm a grown man!!" he said gripping the steering wheel with blushed cheeks. Que precioso!!!

"Hm..my cute...grown man" you leaned in kissing his cheek making it even more red.

"AMOR!!!" he said as you chuckled pulling back and promising to act all mature with him from now on and he agreed not knowing how quickly he's gonna start hating it...

Pablo's POV

We came home and she didn't ask if I wanted to "munch" on something just going straight to the kitchen to make some dinner. I really wanted some of apple slices she would make me for post training snack, but I was too proud to ask for it.

I came behind her snaking my arms around her waist and resting my chin on her shoulder while she was swirling the dinner on the stove.

"What do you want Pablito???" she asked smirking knowing exactly what I wanted right now: snack and cuddles then shower together then dinner and then more cuddles before bed. I just shrugged saying quick "nada" before walking to the couch to look at my phone.

I did ask for this...I'm so stupid!!!

We are dinner, I showered alone and now we are laying in bed with her reading a book and me staring at her yearningly...ughhh I wanted some cuddles badly!!!

Y/N's POV

Pablo was restless and it was so cute how he kept giving you puppy dog eyes thinking he won't have to ask for what he wanted. You respected his wish not to baby him and now he wanted it all back.

He moved closer laying his head on your shoulder while you pretended to read turning to the side to look at him with raised eyebrows waiting for words.

"Que?" you say and he shrugged nuzzling his nose into your neck and you chuckled putting the book down and running your hand through his hair for a moment before pulling away on purpose to see his reaction.

"Why stop???" he said and you kept your eyebrows raised and he knew exactly what you were waiting for.

"Amooor...I'm sorry...I know I was a cabrón when you were being so sweet to me" he said and you nodded waiting for him to continue. You weren't letting him off the hook that easy.

"Mhmm" you said and he groaned leaning in and pecking your lip before pulling away and deciding to stop being stubborn.

"Please "baby me" amor???" he said and you smiled nodding your head and pulling him in while kissing the top of his forehead.

Pablo's POV

She was finally back to her normal self playing with my hair as I held her body tightly with my grabby arms. I never want her to be so cold towards me again, I care less about their stupid teasing. I am "her baby"!!!

"You know that just because I "baby" you, that doesn't mean you're not a man in my eyes...you're much of more of a man than anyone" you said and he smirked knowing what you were referring to pulling you down and getting on top of you.

"Hm...now let me baby you princesita" he said and you blush nodding your head kissing him back while you pulld on each other's clothes knowing well enough that you both enjoyed being each other's "baby".

#gavigif #gavi #fc barça #fc barcelona #fc barca #pablo gavi x you #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi #gavi x vini #gavi x yn #gavi x you #gavi x reader #pablo martín páez gavira #pablo gavira #gavira #pablogavixreaderfluff #pablogavixreadersmut

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lovelybrooke · 1 year

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Strange Technology (Yandere Strawhats x Isekai reader)

A/n: So, I thought this would be cute, especially since I've been writing a lot of tlou stuff. I'll be completely honest; I haven't been watching One Piece as much, and hence, haven't been motivated to write for it. However, I've slowly been getting back into it, and since I just started the Skypiea arc, I wanted to start writing for It again.

"What's that?"

"A phone."

You didn't know when it appeared, but one regular morning on the Going Merry your phone showed up, intriguing Luffy, which led to the series of events happening now.

Luffy was peering over your shoulder, gazing at the strange device in your hands. He moves his hand to tap the screen a little to harshly.

"Hey, be careful." You bolt, Luffy's arm retracting back to his side, giggling a little. He quickly directed his excitement back at the phone when he saw the screen light up. He attempted to grab the phone right out of your hands, being stopped by you moving away from him.

"Ooohhh, so cool!" Luffy gawked in excitement, you roll your eyes in response. His face got close to the screen, trying to read what it says.

"What does it do?" He asked, his face remaining close up to the screen. You drag his face away by the hair, receiving a small "ow" from him.

"It's like a transponder snail, it sends and receives messages." That was a heavy under simplification, but you assumed it was the most Luffy would understand. Luffy nods his head while attempting to get a hold of the device once more.

"What are you two doing." You turned your head to look behinds you, being greeted with Zoro.

"Zoro, Zoro! Look what (Y/N) found!" Luffy somehow managed to grab the device from your hands, waving it in front of Zoro's face. He looked unimpressed, which was understandable since he didn't know what this was. Striding over, Zoro examined the device, ignoring you as you try and wrangle it out of Luffy's grasp. Zoro's brow furrowed, trying to figure out what it was.

"It's a phone!" Luffy said like he didn't just learn what that was. You groaned, hanging off of Luffy' arm, tired. "It's from (Y/N)'s world." Zoro looked surprised for a split second before looking at you.

"Is that so." He simply said. Ignoring him, Luffy retracted his arm, the screen facing him once again. This time, he gave it a gentle tap, the screen lighting up. Pouting, you look over his shoulder at the screen, watching as Luffy is requested to enter a password. He turns the screen lightly to you.

"What's this."

"You have to enter a password, give it to me." You explained, taking the phone from him. Blocking the screen from him, you enter in the password. The screen switched from the lock screen to the home screen, showcasing all your apps. Honestly, you were shocked the phone even worked, but you were sure you wouldn't be able to use most of it.

Luff, who was not behind you, started pressing random buttons on the screen.

"What are all the buttons for." Zoro asked, him now also peering over your shoulder. You move the phone closer to you in the hope that they get tired and leave you alone.

"They're apps." You respond flatly. "They mostly help you with basic things. Some are for fun." You explain. Luffy's eyes widen at the word fun, and he's back to trying to get the phone from you.

"Oooh, which ones are the fun ones." You hold the phone tightly, standing behind Zoro to shield yourself from him.

"None of them!" You answer quickly, which was kind of a lie. You simply wanted Luffy to leave you alone, and the new device was not helping with that. Your answer did nothing to stop Luffy from trying to get the phone from you, Zoro watching on in slight amusement.

"Quiet down Luffy, you're too loud!" Nami leave the kitchen, yelling in your general direction. Her demeanor quickly changes when she sees the situation you're in. "What's happening?"

"We found something from (Y/N)'s world." Zoro explained.

"I found it!" Luffy yelled, glaring at Zoro.

"It's not that big of a deal." You say, ignoring the two. Nami walks over to look at the device, you show her since Luffy was too busy arguing with Zoro.

Nami appears interested, giving the small box a questioning look.

"You'll show Nami but not me?" Luffy attaches himself to your back, groaning in your ear at the action. You roll your eyes, pushing off your back and shoving the phone in your pocket. You turn to look at Luffy, him now sitting on the floor.

"I'll show Nami since she isn't trying to snatch it from me." You respond, Luffy crying out in frustration. "Look Luffy, it's not that interesting." You explain, fed up. "It's going to die anyway, so we might as well leave it alone." Luffy sighs, falling on the floor dramatically.

"Finnneeee." He groaned, clearly disappointed. Zoro huffs, walking away from Luffy while motioning for you to follow. You do so, only as a way of getting away from Luffy.

"Can I see it later?" Luffy begged, receiving a harsh look from you.

"No." Luffy groaned.

"Get over it Luffy." Nami said with zero sympathy. Nami took your hand, dragging you back towards the kitchen.

Inside, the rest of the crew was there, them perking up when seeing you. Sanji, looking away from the stove he was using, eyed the box in your hand, giving you a raised eyebrow.

"Good morning (Y/N)." He held out a plate filled with food for you. " What's that?"

You were getting annoyed of explaining, choosing to just take the plate and sit down. "It's nothing."

"Oh, oh let me see!" Chopper came bounding up towards you, clearly intrigued by the device. You showed him the phone, which caused his eyes to widen. Usopp moved next to him, gazing at his reflection in the screen.

"Is it a mirror?" Usopp asked. You shook your head while chewing on some food. You moved over them and tapped the screen, both of them gasping when it turned on. You rolled your eyes at their amazement.

"It's not that cool." You argue. Chopper shook his head.

"It's super cool!" He said, Usopp nodding in agreement. Sanji walked over to observe the device with them, taking it out of Chopper's hands.

"What does it do?" Sanji asked. You gave the same answer from when Luffy asked, Sanji nodding while Chopper and Usopp both try to get the phone back, Sanji holding it high up away from them.

"So... this is how you contacted people back in your world." Nami clarified to herself. She smiled, taking the phone from Sanji. "Do lots of people have these?" You nod at her question, finishing up your meal with one final bite.

"Yeah, most people have one." You speak. "Though, they're a little expensive." You say off handedly.

Nami attempts to turn the phone back on, frowning when it doesn't work. "What happened to it?" She shoves it back into your hands, a questioning look on her face. You press the screen, only for it to remain black. You shrug, shoving in your back pocket.

"It must've died." You respond with a flat tone.

"It died?!" Usopp screams, worried. You motion for him to calm down.

"No not like that, it runs on battery." Usopp visibly calms down at your explanation.

"That sucks." You hear Luffy say, causing you to jump in surprise.

"When did you get here?" You ask loudly, staring down at you. Luffy smiled, clearly unfazed by your anger.

"I just got here." He hugged you, causing your shoulders to slump. You sighed, patting Luffy's head, feeling him relax. "Come ooonnn. Let's hang out." He drones lightly.

You knew Luffy was worried that, with your attention on your phone, you would be too distracted to hang out with him. That's why you assumed he would want to have it so bad. What you didn't understand is why it mattered so much.

Either way, the phone was dead now, and basically useless. You let out a deep sigh, hopefully nothing else came from your world. You don't need another headache.

A/n: Idk how to feel about this. I feel like this wasn't "yandere" enough sorry.

#yandere x reader #platonic yandere #soft yandere #yandere one piece x reader #yandere one piece #one piece x you #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece

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heliads · 8 months

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Hey! I love your writing sm

could you pls do an f1 soulmate au with charles x carlos?

maybe whatever a person writes on themselves shows up on their soulmate so they write each other cute 'good luck' notes or jokes before races and maybe they realize they're soulmates when one of them gets a podium and the other person sees their drawings :)

i understand that you wanted this to be cute. however have you considered that they could be insane instead. have you considered that there could be mind games, bestie. think about the mental warfare (i am)

masterlist

Carlos Sainz believes that his secrets come out the fastest when he’s drinking. Doesn’t even have to be alcohol, his favorite ruiner of silence– he’s let out contract details and personal opinions just as freely with isotonic water after a race as with a shot someone hands him two hours into a post-race celebration. It’s easy to let your guard down when you think you’re with a friend, when the stakes don’t seem high, when he knows better but doesn’t want to admit it.

That’s why he feels a rippling wave of panic when he sees Charles walking across the Ferrari hospitality, two cups of coffee in his hands. Charles sits down at an empty table for two, places one cup in front of himself and one at the empty chair, and looks pointedly at Carlos. Carlos thinks to himself, this can’t be good, and mentally reminds himself to book an appointment with PR sooner rather than later.

He takes the seat. Some things, you can’t fight. Charles still smiles anyway, pleased, and says, “I got you coffee.”

Carlos had noticed this, surprisingly. It was difficult to ignore. “You’re being nice,” he remarks, blowing into the hole on the lid to cool down the liquid inside.

“I am nice,” Charles protests. His accent comes out more when he’s unhappy, it makes the syllables bunch up together like pleats of fabric.

Carlos arches a brow, and takes a sip of his coffee instead of answering. Scuderia Ferrari loves to claim that they adore the art of coffee just as much as their mother country, but every time Carlos gets coffee from hospitality it’s either flavorless or burnt, depending on who serves it. Charles’ attempt isn’t terrible, but he doubts Charles did anything more to prepare it than just put in an order. It’s a nice gesture, though. Just like Charles said.

When he looks up and the steam properly clears from his vision, Charles is still pouting at him. Carlos shakes his head, smiling to himself. He makes it so easy sometimes, to mess with his head. It’s kind of fun. Poker, but with a far prettier deck of cards.

“Alright, fine,” he relents, grinning so Charles knows he’s in on the joke, “I’m just teasing. No need to get mad, cabrón.”

“I’m not mad,” Charles says, a hint of a smile on his face although he stubbornly tries to shake it, “just interested in defending my honor.”

“Your honor?” Carlos asks, laughing in earnest. “So lord-esque, that is what I have been telling you. Of course Lord Perceval would defend his honor.”

Charles rolls his eyes. “You can deal with my honor, mate. I got you coffee.”

“And I am grateful for it every time you bring it up,” Carlos says, and takes a sip to prove it.

Charles does the same, but his eyes remain on Carlos the whole time. “So? Is it true what they’re saying?”

Carlos wants more than coffee for a conversation that starts out like this. “Who’s saying what?”

Charles gestures vaguely towards his phone. “Everybody. They say you’re going to leave Ferrari when your contract expires.”

Ah. That. “People love rumors,” he says absentmindedly, “I never thought you’d pay attention to them.”

“I don’t usually, but I was interested in this one,” Charles admits. “You’d tell me if you were leaving, right?”

“I’m not leaving,” Carlos says.

Charles sets down his cup. “But you’d tell me, right?”

“I would,” Carlos says. Pauses. Starts again. “What’s gotten into you, man? I never took you for someone to fall for theories like this.”

Charles shakes his head a little too quickly. “I’m not. They just seemed to believe it.”

Carlos shrugs. “They believe a lot. My contract doesn’t expire until next year. They won’t worry about me for a while.”

“Should I?” Charles asks. “Worry about you, I mean.”

Carlos looks at him, really looks at him. The tense grip of his teammate’s hands around his coffee, even despite the heat still emanating through the cup. The furtive glances he keeps sneaking towards Carlos, then abruptly looking at the cup again when he gets caught.

“I’m not going,” Carlos says gently. More gently than he’d answer any interviewer, anyway.

Charles nods quickly, his head bobbing like a doll on a string. “Of course. Besides, I have too much interest for you to leave yet. Not until we figure out your, ah–” A pause. Delicate, but not at all from a polite inclination, no matter how it might seem to any outsider.

Carlos groans, exasperated. “My soulmate? My God, Charles, you have to give this up at some point.”

If it were not enough to have an overly inquisitive teammate, one that’s rather good at using his eyes and smile to get what he wanted, Carlos has been cursed with a racing partner that’s unnaturally interested in his missing other half. Carlos himself wants to figure out who his soulmate is, obviously, but at this point he thinks Charles is even more invested.

They all have soulmates. Supposedly. There’s probably at least a couple people out there who skipped that universal drawing of lots, but Carlos knows for certain that he is not one of them because his soulmate contacts him almost every day. Some people go weeks or even months without finding so much as a scribble appearing out of thin air on their skin, but Carlos blinks and there’s a new sentence on his forearm, bruising his knuckles, curling around his ankle. Whoever his soulmate is, they don’t care much for being ignored.

Neither does his teammate. Charles huffs out an exasperated breath. “If you will not be curious, I will be curious for you. You’re always so cagey about it, anyway. I know they write to you. Don’t you want to know?”

“Of course I want to know who they are,” Carlos scoffs. “What I don’t get is why you want to know. Why don’t you focus on your own other half for a change?”

Charles just leans back in his chair, grinning coolly. Ah, yes. Carlos has suspected for some time that Charles already has an idea as to who his soulmate is, but for some reason Carlos has never seen her around the paddock. It could be that Charles is just keeping their relationship private, but he doubts it. Charles likes his trophies visible and his games extensive. More likely than not, Charles has his soulmate engaged in some kind of cat-and-mouse game so they figure it out without too much help on his end. It’s hellishly manipulative, but he’s charming enough that they all let it slide.

Even Carlos, although he at least tries to put up a fight. Sometimes, he thinks Charles is amusingly aware of that, and doubles down on his efforts to get Carlos to cave until both of them are locked in some sort of affectionate stalemate.

“You shouldn’t worry so much,” Charles hums, pleased that he’s got the other hand. “I mean,” he says, leaning forward abruptly to seize Carlos’ hand in his own, “Don’t you want to know about yours? Aren’t you curious?”

Whoever sat at their table before them left a Sharpie behind by accident; Charles picks it up now, uncapping it with the same hand without letting go of Carlos. “You could just ask them right now, who they are,” Charles muses. The tip of the Sharpie hovers millimeters above the curve of Carlos’ palm, waiting.

Carlos stares at the black ink. It’s easier to focus on the skin when he mumbles, “They wouldn’t answer.”

You’re not supposed to. Unspoken rules. He’s never liked that sort of thing, and neither has Charles, who knows this and smiles unkindly anyway. “You don’t know that.”

“Don’t I?” Carlos asks, mostly to himself. Charles doesn’t appear to hear him. The Sharpie dips lower until it touches Carlos’ skin. Immediately, the black ink flowers into his palm. Carlos waits for Charles to keep writing, to scrawl a question like who are you or can I fly you to a Grand Prix paddock, asap but instead Charles flinches, slams the palm of his own hand down towards the table, and covers up the pen again.

“Maybe you should do it yourself,” Charles mutters by way of explanation.

“Maybe,” Carlos says. He’s not sure if he’s agreeing or not. It would be easier, he thinks, to have Charles take the wheel again. It would also hurt more. Carlos caps the pen when it becomes obvious that Charles will not. “Drink your coffee,” he says. “It’ll get cold.”

Charles does as told, which is sort of surprising. Usually, he likes pushing the envelope until someone tells him to quit it. It appears to Carlos, though, that they have reached an unspoken limit, a line drawn out in black Sharpie on tanned skin that will not be crossed again.

A few minutes pass. They’re both quiet. Charles whispers into the condensation of his cup, “You’re not leaving, though, right?”

Carlos smiles. “I’m not.” Contracts change, obviously, but he’ll try to fight it. They all try.

They leave not long afterwards, race week means that they don’t have a lot of time to sit around. There’s always something to be filmed for media duties, an interview to conduct, checks to run through with engineers. Still, Carlos is somehow calmer than he was before, even despite the additional caffeine.

Charles, by contrast, seems jumpier than usual as they head towards the exit.

“Did you enjoy your coffee?” Carlos asks pointedly.

Charles glances quickly over both shoulders, then groans when he’s sure that no one can overhear him. “No, God. It’s terrible.”

Carlos chuckles. “But you went to so much trouble to get it. Surely you can pretend it’s more than just terrible. You drank, like, all of it.”

Charles gives him an appraising look. “It’s better with someone else.”

It occurs to Carlos, as he walks back to his driver’s room, that they may not just have been talking about coffee after all. He’s stopped by one of his PR advisors on the way back– apparently there’s a new TikTok trend that would be just great for him to do– and although he doesn’t feel that shaken, he must look it, because they only get halfway through a discussion of trending sounds before the agent asks if everything is alright.

Carlos scoffs. “Of course I’m alright.”

The agent arches a brow. “Are you sure? You look a little unsettled. Don’t tell me you were talking to George about track times again, he has that effect on everyone before qualis.”

Carlos shakes his head. “No, I didn’t see him. I was speaking with Charles, though, about nothing in particular. Just coffee and soulmates and stuff.” Unable to stop himself, he leans a little closer, drops his voice until it’s more of a whisper. “He’s found his soulmate, hasn’t he? She’s got to be around here somewhere.”

His PR agent, surprisingly, shakes their head. “No, he’s said nothing about it to us, and we’ve asked loads of times. Are you certain that they’re a she, though? That wasn’t the impression I got.”

Carlos stands utterly still. He thinks his blood may have cooled in his veins, congealing into a solid. He is not sure he could move if he tried. “Charles told you that?”

“Once,” the agent says offhandedly. “He got sick of us asking about his mystery woman. I don’t think he meant to let it slip, but you know how he is with secrets.”

They’re laughing at that. Carlos tries to chuckle along with him, but he can’t really do more than nod, because now he’s thinking about Charles’ soulmate being a man. It’s the driver in him, he supposes, the dreamer, that if he can imagine any scenario he would also imagine himself in it, and so it follows that now Carlos cannot stop thinking about the man on the other side of Charles’ heart being him, being Carlos. The picture fits a little too well.

Carlos had never pictured his soulmate and thought of a man, but sometimes he’ll be up on the podium with Charles, champagne high and bright in the air, and he thinks maybe– maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing, not having a girl like that. He already knows what it’s like, anyway, to be at the top of the world and have another man standing there with him. If God did not intend for us to be with someone of the same sex, then why would He make it feel so natural?

Carlos somehow manages to end the conversation, to slip back into the relative safety of his driver’s room and lean his entire body weight against the door. He stares up at the ceiling, hands fisting the red fabric of his Ferrari jacket at his sides, and he lets himself, for the first time, wonder if his soulmate might not be a man as well. Anything Charles can do, Carlos can too, or so the commentators have started to say. Anyone Charles could love, Carlos could too. Anything his would be theirs.

It is a risky thought. Pessimists will tell you that soulmates are good for nothing but getting your hopes up. Carlos does not know who his soulmate is nor, odds are, will he ever. It does no good to think about what he wants until he already has it.

Later that day, Carlos tells his soulmate in non-descript block letters, All things must end. He caps the pen and covers his hand for the rest of the day. He sees Charles some hours later, looking pale and frightened. Carlos cannot, will not, imagine why.

He tries to push it from his mind. They are not hiding in Ferrari hospitality for the thrill of it, after all, but to prepare for the race ahead. Qualifying comes and goes, nothing to write home about but at least they should be decently in the points. One of them might be able to make it to a podium if they can give Lando Norris the slip. The best case scenario is that Checo will bin it so they could get a 1-2, but who knows if they’ll have any semblance of luck today.

Carlos qualified one position ahead of Charles. Fred Vasseur is already starting to eye him like a lamb to the slaughter, and Carlos makes a mental reminder to continually ask his engineer for Charles’ times during the race. He has a feeling that team orders might be given.

Strangely enough, it doesn’t make Carlos angry towards Charles as much as he thinks it should. He is irritated by Ferrari, of course, for picking one driver over another, but that’s expected in any given scenario in which the cars are swapped. Usually, though, that sort of thing happens enough times that you start directing your ire towards the other driver, but Carlos cannot manage that. In fact, he never has. Hating Charles is unthinkable. It would be easier to hate himself. Right?

Getting ready in his driver’s room before the race that Sunday, Carlos is struck by a sudden, unthinkable idea. He rummages around in his belongings for a while before coming up with a pen. Dark, thick, the kind you use for autographs when the hapless fan forgets to bring a writing implement of their own. Carlos uncaps it, stares at his skin, then starts to scribble. Words, underlined, circled. Do well. Good luck. Please.

He doesn’t know if– but he could, maybe, if he saw. Carlos loses himself in a frenzy, then snaps out of it just as quickly when his palms get covered in writing. The sound of footsteps outside his door makes him flinch, and he tugs on his gloves as fast as he can, smearing the ink even more than before. It doesn’t matter. Odds are nothing will come of this anyway.

The race goes as expected. Checo does not crash, much to the chagrin of all other teams, and Carlos gets stuck behind him long enough that they start talking about switching him with Charles, which happens around lap forty. When the checkered flag waves, Charles is third, Carlos fourth. He parks quickly and hurries over to the front. By the time he gets there, Charles has already withdrawn inside the cooldown room but Carlos can shoulder in with the other Ferrari crew and shout and slap each other on the back and that’s good, too, it really is.

He will tell himself that it is. Carlos, by now, has gone to a lot of teams and learned about a lot of strategy choices. He knows how to convince himself that something is fine, that the decisions of the team are ones he agrees with. He can idle with the crew and stare up at the podium with a fixed smile on his face, because Carlos is a Good Teammate and Good Teammates show up for each other. They accept team orders when they come their way. They do not stand in the shade of someone else’s idol and think, this isn’t fair.

Of course it isn’t fair, it’s motorsport. Charles is the one they love the most, even when he’s erratic and crashes every other race. Charles is the pretty boy, the golden one, Il Predestinato. Carlos is merely his father’ son.

Charles, who figured out the whole game of soulmates months before. He guessed, at least. Told that to Carlos one night, grinning, drunk, spiraling after another lost podium. Charles had waited with wide eyes and a frozen smile as if waiting for Carlos to put something together, but the other shoe never dropped and eventually the moment ended, both of them pulled apart by other friends, downing other drinks, pretending they never existed.

Carlos thinks of it now. He watches Charles emerge from the shadows of the space behind the podium to stand in the blinding sunlight, waving down at all of them. One of the mechanics is elbowing him in the side, speaking in that low voice they all get when they do the boy’s club talk, you know, someone’s soulmate likes him well enough, obviously, and Carlos has no idea what he’s talking about until he looks up and sees. Sees Charles, his palms dark with ink. From up here, it’s too small to see what is written. The Catholic boy in him thinks stigmata which is wrong, obviously, because there is no great divine mystery here, not when Carlos knows what happened.

Not when Carlos was the one to write all of it earlier that day. He’d almost forgotten during the course of the race, but it all comes flooding back now. That’s his ink on Charles’ hands, and that means– That means Charles is his soulmate. Always has been. Always will be.

Carlos stares up at him. Charles looks down, and although he’s been grinning with victory this whole time, the smile that slides onto his face upon seeing his teammate is different than before, it’s knowing. Charles knows that Carlos has figured it out at last. He’s been waiting for him to do it all this time.

It’s almost obscene, how close Charles must have come to telling him about a thousand times. Who would risk it like that? No one. Charles would. Carlos pictures him with the Sharpie earlier that week, black tip poised above his skin. How he’d caught himself before giving himself up. Perfect timing, a driver’s reflexes. Like managing to right yourself right before sending your car into the wall. Or, better, like doing it anyway. Like accelerating before you go. Like leaving your hands on the wheel so your wrists can break, too, not just your heart.

Yes, Charles would. Charles Leclerc would. Charles, so impatient for his first championship that he’d give up his current chance by overshooting every corner, by doing too much until he ends up in the wall time and time again. This is the man who would expose his soulmate like a throat to a knife, and Carlos has known this about him for years.

The Ferrari section of the paddock is insane after getting a podium, so no one notices when Carlos fights his way through the crowds to let himself into Charles’ driver’s room. It’s empty when he arrives, Charles must have many more people to get through, so he paces relentlessly back and forth until Charles shows up.

Charles bursts through the door, still talking to someone down the hall. His exuberance crashes to a halt the second he sees Carlos waiting, and he hurriedly tells whoever is there not to wait up. Charles carefully closes the door behind him, locks it too, and then it’s just the two of them and this great and all encompassing secret for company.

Charles swallows. “You know.”

Of course he does. Friends show up at each other’s driver’s rooms all the time, but this isn’t just on the order of congratulations for a good race result. They would not be hovering on the edge of this great precipice if it was just that.

“You knew earlier,” Carlos challenges.

Charles ducks his head in a nod. “I did.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” Carlos asks.

Charles’ gaze is shifty, it flicks from ceiling to floor to walls, anywhere but Carlos himself. Charles has always been a daredevil for the risks, but he’s never had the stomach for what becomes of them. The consequences are always a thousand times worse than the actions.

“I didn’t think you would want it. Want me,” he corrects, almost whispering.

This is so absurd that Carlos almost wants to laugh. Almost, because the look on Charles’ face is so pitiful that he can’t even smile. “Why wouldn’t I?” Carlos asks.

Charles blinks in surprise. “Because you were never even that interested in finding out who your soulmate was, mate. Always said it would just be some girl you didn’t know. I didn’t want to see your face when you realized you didn’t even get some girl but me.”

“I didn’t want to look too much into my soulmate because I was afraid it wouldn’t be you,” Carlos says in a rush, and as he admits it he knows it’s true.

How could it be anything but that? Carlos could have picked any team, but he went here. A hardheaded (formerly red) bull chasing not just the scarlet flag but the matador himself. Charles, all along.

Charles’ eyes are wide, lashes darker even than the ink still staining his palms. “So you’re not mad, then?” He asks cautiously.

“Not mad and not leaving,” Carlos reiterates.

A ghost of a smile flickers over Charles’ lips. “You cannot blame me for wanting to be sure, I didn’t want you to go until I managed to tell you.”

“You certainly took your time about it,” Carlos comments.

Charles rolls his eyes. “Just because we are racers does not mean we have to do everything fast, Carlos. Be patient.”

Carlos arches a brow. “You are telling me that?”

Charles has the grace to look at least a little ashamed. “Yes. Well. I can be patient now.”

Of course he can. They both can. Most people spend their entire lives searching for the answer to a question that is no longer a mystery to either of them. Time is all they have, time and sweet-sticky champagne and the sensation of being at the top of the world. Nothing will change them. Everything will. For once, though, the change does not scare him. It’s not bad, all of the time.

Sometimes, it brings him Charles. Sometimes, it brings him this. No, not bad in the slightest.

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Hi there. I just read "Beautifully Destroyed" and it was so good! I really like your writing style..

I'm interested in requesting a Fyodor x reader fic, with some religious themes, where they're having their first time together and he's starts out soft and vanilla but slowly gets rougher and more aggressive as he keeps going.

Please feel free to ignore if this makes you uncomfortable. Sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language

and thank you for your time.🍓✨️

Falling for you

Hey, it was such a lovely request while writing this I just realized that I really love writing and reading stuff where the reader is a virgin. And plus thank you so much, I am honoured that you enjoyed my previous work. Thank you любовь💕💕💕

Tags: reader virgin, rough sex, mentions of little blood, female reader, manipulation but sweet aftercare.

Also thanks to @inconspisheadreams for helping me proofread this, but if there are still any mistakes found do let me know. ❤️

When you first explain to your friends what your type is, add all the details on appearance and personality. little did you know that you were just subconsciously attracted to Russian men. More especially religious Russian men, meeting Fydor was a complete accident no it was a destined meeting, something you humans could not control.

Little did you know that it was all planned from the first time the Russian saw you at the club, sitting in the corner with a tissue covering your drink? Innocence is seen in your bright eyes and clumsy behaviour, running to your friends when a guy hits on you “Please I said I am not interested, “ you would mumble holding your friend's dress as they told the dude to back off.

The moment he saw you he knew he would protect you, and also make sure to create a world where you won't be bothered by such things and your innocence can be safe, slowly making accidents for you two meet in cafes and book shops you frequent. The way your eyes widened at his appearance, you were not very short but the little height difference was something Fydor found very cute.

After a whole year of careful manipulation, he had you become his girlfriend “Fyda …” you started out fidgeting with your top “ что за проблемная принцесса? “ (what's the prob princess ?” ) his voice so gentle rough big hands holding yours. “I…..I always wanted to lose my virginity after marriage “, you said blushing just at the word.

He was not surprised but kind of, he did expect you to be inexperienced with the way you reacted to his advances but still, the fact that no man has ever touched you made his blood rise “You have not even kissed хомяк ?” (hamster).

His hands traced gently on your bottom lip which quivered under the rough skin contact “ Y...yeah “ you said nodding your head. The black Russian made a note “Marriage, first night “, and from that day on your extremely peaceful life started.

College got over you got the job at the place you always wanted, Fydor was busy working and you never bothered to ask what it was “ Fyoo!” you exclaimed running into your shared house and thinking about the message you got from him “What-” you words stopped short. Fydor was in the most beautiful white suit you have seen his long hair loose eyes sparkling, on one knee he opened the box “Will you, хомяк ?” (hamster ). You could not control the tears “Yeah!” you nodded and leaped into his arms.

The wedding was short with close friends and people you guys wanted, with Sigma and Nikolai right next to your husband, who was a bit too eager to get his hands on your pure body.

“What will he think? will he like me? He told me it's fine so it must be right ?” you thought pacing in the bathroom and looking at your reflection. Dressed in a full white gown you stood, the neck was a bit deep and the soft silk showed your curves very lustrously.

Glamping down the lump in your neck you walked out to your bed sat in the corner and waited for your husband.

Fydor walked into the room, and his proper eyes caught you sitting on the edge of the bed playing with your dress.“Love”, he said walking towards you. Raising your head you see him all angelic in white “According to the rules of a married couple we must make sure we are married .” his hands roamed your exposed neck as he took a seat next to you “And do you know what that means right ? I will be touching you in very intimate place “ his voice had the same gentle tone but something in it made you shiver. All you could do was nod your head, his lips crashed on yours, soft plump. The kiss was a bit rough is what you felt, it was not the same way he kissed you in front of everyone.

His rough hands roamed your body and his weight pressed down on you, in all the years of your dating you guys never did anything and even if you slept in the same bed the max was his hands on your waist but now it held a firm grip, unlike his fragile appearance.

Your head hit the white pillows “I am removing the clothes “, he said sitting back on his heels to remove his shirt, all you could do was sit back and admire the view in front of you “So hungry хомяк “ he teased not removing his pants “ your turn “ he said and moved the dress up your head dropping the only piece of clothing you had.

Your hands instinctively went to cover your chest “Don't hide dear “, he said moving your hands to admire the view, “ only I can see and feel this “ he thought and gently massaged your breasts.

It felt weird, you were not sure if that was the feeling of lust but your legs rubbed instinctively “It's soft love “ he mumbled face nuzzling against your neck leaving hot wet kisses down your inner jaw from your neck to your chest while gently holding and twisting your nipples.

Weird noises left your mouth no matter how hard you tried to hold them in it did not work, Fydor’s leg between yours made you feel even weirder you felt scared “Fyda…” you mumbled trying to hold his shoulders “ Fyda..” you said a bit louder making his stop his actions.

“It feels weird “ you said with wet eyes lashes wet, face red you covered your chest again.

He wanted to go slow, yes he did, slow and make sure you enjoyed it, he did not want to force you so much that after the first year, he stopped all his tricks thus, the mastermind criminal fell in love. But how can he stop when you lay under him all naked crying just from a few kisses? like not even his fingers but a few kisses, he could not stop and he would not.

Kissing your forehead he leaned in “Love, it's alright you will soon learn that this is pleasure “ he said moving your hands again but this time his place fingers slithered down to your wet core.

That feeling you felt when his hands touched your slit, you realized that whatever this person was going to do to you would surely be nothing but pleasurable. You opened your legs a little bit earning a chuckle from your husband “Good хомяк “ he said moving his head down and licking the little hard bud.

Shots of current and pleasure moved through your body “Fyda…” you moved his name like a chant holding the sheets like it was your lifeline you let the Russian lick and suck all he wanted and for heaven's sake, it felt soo good, it felt heavenly.

Suddenly you felt a knot in your stomach “ mov..move” you said trying to push his head, it felt like you were going to pee you struggled to move his head but it was too late. Fydor just sat next to your cunt as your squirted for the time in your life, your body shook and trembled in the effect “No..” you sobbed thinking the bad.

But Fydor was quick to come up to your face and kiss your eyes “It is not what you think, this means I did a good job, you felt good right ?” he asked making you peek at him from your fingers which hid your face ” Yeah “.

“ The next things will feel even better “ he said slithering to your hole and slipping in, and you could have never wished for anything better. After making sure you had cum twice on his fingers alone he decided that you were ready.

Removing his pants he let him free, your eyes widened seeing a dick for the first time in real life “It's fine nothing to be scared of it will soon feel good “ he said and pressed the tip at your opening.

As he entered slowly the pain shot right up your abdomen to your spin and felt like your neck was full your body was getting split into half, hot tears fell on the white already stained pillow, you held on to his arms digging your nails in them.

The blood was visible on his dick mixed with your juices and cum, it was a dizzy feeling “Was I supposed to go soft? She can take it right ?” he thought pulling his dick out and in with every slow movement seeing the bloody shaft vanish and reappearance. The promise of going slow and not wanting to hurt your innocence all left his mind “I will be one and teach you everything “ his mind went a bit too blank for your good.

With a sudden thrust, he pushed his full length in making you whimper and hold his arms tighter feeling the burning pain, his thrusts did not stop Pace rough hands holding your hands down making sure you were not squirming or moving as he moved in and out of your bloody cunt.

“Slo..slow down “ you moaned pain slowly fading and something new settling in, it was weird but felt weirdly nice and …full. Fydor threw his head back and kept moving at his own pace as your words and please fell on deaf ears, he was busy chasing his high in your tight cunt which was almost suffocating him.

It was not long before you held his hands tighter shouting you were cumming soon he followed. “phew …” Fydor moved his hair back opening his purple eyes to look at your fucked out face, it was not that he did not hear, he did not want to hear. Your pleading voice was music for him, your little grip was like a peck on his hands, and your tears turned him only more. Pulling out he let his cum mixed with your flow out of your cunt as you lay there twitching.

The white bed stained with drool, tears, sweat and cum look beautiful with the tiny drops of your blood which were mixed with your cum “ хомяк ?” he asked. Getting his rational mind back Fydor realised his actions “You could not even handle a simple pinch and would yelp shit !” he thought and moved your hair from your face “You alright ? I am sorry love “ he said soothing and kissing your checks.

“Yeah… it hurt but…later felt nice..” you yawned sleep and tiredness taking over your exhausted body you pulled him with the only strength you and he let you “It's fine …sleep,” you said closing your eyes and holding his neck.

Never in all his life did a man like him expect to meet someone like you and have you to himself “Sleep хомяк you did so good for me “ he said. Not sleeping you moaned answering him “I…я тебя люблю “(I love you ) you mumbled and went into slumber your body relaxing against his chest as his eyes widened in surprise.

Did you learn Russian for him? A genuine smile formed on his thin lips “Good night and я тебя люблю “ he said getting up cleaning you hugging your naked body and drifting into the best slumber he had in his entire life.

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