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I'm shy but you're one of my favorite people that I follow on this app. You're so funny and I wish I could be half as clever as you. You've introduced me to a lot of interesting people and ideas! Just wanted to pass on some appreciation on this Saturday night. Hope you're having a good time 🥰
THIS IS SO SWEET, HELLO????
#TH ANKY YOU ??????? OMG 😭😭😭 SHUT UPPP!!!!!!!!#srry the reply was a little late 😭 i literally dont know how to respond appropriately to compliments#IT'S JUST SO NEW TO ME 😭😭 LIKE OMG... URE SRS???#im gonna weep#u are so sweet anon ARGHHHH i put you in my mouth and carry you to safety like a mama gator#'clever' DHUT UPPPPP 😭😭😭😭😭😭#being called smart is like being called pretty to me like omg stopp haha What Exactly Do You Think Is Smart About Me 😼#I LOVE BEING CALLED SMART HEEHEE THANK UUU OMG#being called the stupid friend in all my friend groups has made me a little starved of smartness im afraid#IM SO HAPPY IVE BEEN A WORTHWHILE GATEWAY TO NEW PPL AND IDEAS!!!!#it's such a delightful and sometimes surprising quality abt sharing media!!!#THATS SO COOL TO ME#i hope u continue to find appreciation not just in my blog but wherever u go in life <33#AND U BETTER BE APPRECIATED WHEREVER U GO TOO!!!!!!!#or ELSE !!#i#ted#will Be there 😾...#SRS THO THANK U THIS WAS VERY SWEET OF U 😭😭#ted tumbunity things
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another new hot and sexy them with JEFF BUCKLEYLYRICS
jeff buckley weasled his way into my brain last month and has made a cozy little home in my frontal cortex 🤍🤍
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AAA I LOVE YOUR THEME OMG KAZUHAAAA<33333
SLAYED EVERYTHING 💖💖💖
ilysm kazu omg 😭😭😭 LIKE PLEASE YOU SLAY EVERYTHING<33
PLEASE DONT HYPE ME UP LIKE THIS I CANT TAKE COMPLIMENTS WELL !!
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ARE WE LOVING LYNN ON MAIN TODAY?? IM JOINING THE TRAIN BC I LOVE U i love ur hakuno sm she is the peak moon girl and like a little mashmallow owl i hold in my hands and give a little kiss to because i care her sm. ik this isnt the right blog but her and my archimedes interacting is so good and fuels me. buffoonery. seeing ur excitement and love for hakuno makes me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺. i wuv u
HWJDBKFHS DEZZZ THAT IS SO SO CUTEEE IM GASPING CRYING HOLDING MY FACE LIKE THIS????? I HAND HER TO UUU I TRUST HER IN UR HANDS.....!!!!!! i still have an ask from ur lancelot calling her lil owlet in the depths of my drafts btw....... Da Cutest nickname 4 her ever i sob,,,,, and i also sob bc PLS UR SO SWEET SJDHWJD 🥺🥺😭😭❤️❤️💖💖 AND GAWD YESS I LOVE HER AND MEDECCHAN SM LMAO but between u and me dez... it's bc i love ur archimedes ❤️ gsjfhsjx this is not a secret actually bc my extella memories are Decaying + was not very fond of it in the first place BUT I LUV UR ARCHIIII and i love da dynamic they have 💖 not a single brain cell between them (hakuno drains his) 💖 IM CRYING THOO TYSM DEZ 😭😭😭❤️💖💖 ILY2!!!!!! and can i just say that the desire to throw hakuno at all ur muses is . So Strong ubububu i know nothing (NOTHING!!) abt final fantasy but gahdamn do i love urianger sm already (like hi sir do u wanna read this weird moon girl's fortune- even tho she's hecka weird and doesn't have a past or a future or anything sgfjsb) AND HONESTLY ANYTHING U WRITE? I LOVE, I ADORE, I GRABBY HANDS AT!!!!!
#minarcana#&&. out of#AAAA THIS RLLY DOES MEAN A LOT DEZZ 😭😭🥺❤️💖💖💞💕 im an insecure lil binch i get worried if i ramble too much or wtv so like#YA THIS IS VVV SWEET AND I THANK U..!!!!!!! I LOVE UUUUUU#🥺 IS MY ENTIRE MOOD AS I TYPE THIS BTW MY HEART IS SO FULLLL#LBR THO-- THAZ JUST MY MOOD WHENEVER I INTERACT WITH UUU <333
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Sweet Dreams
So sleepy ♡
Toji fucks you while you're asleep (CW: Somnophilia, CNC, use of the nicknames 'daddy' and 'little girl' once)
If you don't like it, don't read it!! Reader is 18+! MDNI
Thank uuu <3
The creaking of the front door only pushes you deeper into slumber as Toji sneaks through the crack, allowing shimmers of pale moon light to flow into the living room.
He harshly exhales, cloudy heart filling with sun as his tired, weeping eyes fall on your soft silhouette set under a fluffy blanket, back undeniably aching from the boney structure of the couch. You fell asleep waiting for him. Toji cracks a small smile, hearing your hollowed out, rhythmic breaths, and mouse-like snores.
Slipping off his shoes, Toji trudges over to you, knees cracking as he bends down where you lay. His smile only widens when you unconsciously shift towards his presence in your sleep, like you could feel his love. His cold, calloused hands completely swaddled your puffy cheeks, his grip possessive and gentle. The warmth radiating off your glassy skin seeps through his and travels to his soul, feeding what once has been starved.
Toji leans down, pressing his lips to the tip of your nose, lingering for just a second too long before lifting himself to see your face. One hand travels to move the blanket off of your shoulders, and his jaw quickly goes slack as the fuzzy fabric slowly reveals your scantily clad chest, nipples hardened through the thin fabric of your tank top by the sudden shift in air.
"Fuck." He mutters to himself feeling his pants quickly become more constricting. You just look so damn innocent. He stands, looming over your unknowing figure, palming himself over his tight work pants. The tranquil room fills with deep breathing and heavy sighs as Toji admires your small, relaxed frame. Unbuckling his pants, he swiftly peeks under your flimsy sleep shorts before pulling them completely off, along with his own garments. Slowly, so so, so carefully he angles your hips, straightening them out while he eases open your legs.
His breath hitched, a staggered sigh slipping from his lips as he began grinding himself on you plush inner thigh. Your face lightly contorts at the heavy, scalding, foreign feeling on your sensitive skin. A light moan falls into the quiet room as Toji inches his cock towards your heat, grazing your sensitive clit.
"So fuckin' soaked for me already, huh little girl?" Toji whispers out to himself, rutting against your folds. He indulged in knowing that, even when you were completely vulnerable, your body craved him. Knew him. Trusted him.
Watching as his mushroom tip prodded against your hole, he fumbled for your hand, glancing up to study your face before beginning to bully his girth into you. Before he could even fit the entirety of his tip, your body tensed, pushing him out slightly. Toji watched as your brows furrowed, hands balling up next to your head. He grasped at your hip, kneading the flesh, drawing small circles to calm the muscles.
"Sh, sh, it's alright, you're okay." Toji lovingly huffs out, pushing deeper inside you. Your back arched under his grip, legs straightening out on instinct.
The dark living room is temporarily unfamiliar to you as your eyes flutter open, a tense throbbing alerting you to your stretched pussy. Your strained eyes immediately meet Toji's sharp ones, a wave of relief flooding over you.
"S' just me sweets, I've got you." He reassures you as you hum out, adjusting to the stinging that startled you awake.
"Ah~, how was work?" You mumble out, shimmying your hips down to reach his.
"So damn sweet... hush baby, just go back to sleep. You can do that for me, can't ya pretty girl?" He chuckles, rubbing your sides in an attempt to encourage the sleep to creep back into your worn-out system.
You nod your head lightly, readjusting your position before letting him take full control.
"That's it... heh, my pretty little sleeping beauty." Toji's thick scar arches upward on the corner of his mouth, dancing playfully as he lulls you back to dream land.
The moment he hears your breathing even out, he's slowly pulling out of you, sinking back in, watching as your chest rises and falls in unison with his steady thrusts. Toji gathers up your limber legs in his strong arms, balancing your calves on his shoulder as he buries himself into you.
The wet squelch of your bodies colliding with each other blossomed in the quiet atmosphere, little gasps and whines occasionally following close behind.
"There you go, sweet girl. Just relax for daddy. Take it for me, sweetheart. Fuck, 'm gonna fill you up." Toji mutters fall upon deaf ears as he nestles his fat cock deep inside your sopping wet cunt. He groans as he cums inside of your womb, stilling his hips as one hand rushes to caress the apple of your cheek.
Toji's dick slides out of your stretched hole with a pop, cum immediately rushing out of your used up entrance. He swiftly sweeps up the cum that leaked out, fingering it deep inside of you, right where it belongs. Smiling at your defiled and incoherent state, he sticks his fingers in his mouth, tasting the salty combination of both of you on his digits.
"Sweet dreams, princess."
Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo
#fem reader#jjk x reader#size difference#age difference#18+ content#jjk#jjk toji#toji fushiguro#toji x reader#toji smut#toji headcanons#toji zenin#toji x you#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jujustu kaisen
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can i request sort of airhead mc with mammon and luci !! tysm love uuu :))
lucifer + mammon with an oblivious mc
➺ i haven’t written in so long i hope this is okay and i did like an oblivious mc cause i think that’s what u meant idk 😭 hope this is what u wanted :)) (also not proofread btw)
obey me masterlist !
lucifer
you’re taking years off this demon’s immortal life
you seriously can’t tell he’s in love with you like he has made it so obvious.
he could just straight up tell you, but his pride won’t let him, of course, so he sticks with romantic gestures.
takes you out on fancy dinners, showers you with expensive gifts, compliments you all the time, gives you his coats to wear, let’s you in his room/office and touch his stuff, makes an effort to spend time with you, remembers every tiny little detail about you, doesn’t hang you upside down when you get in trouble
and you think he’s just being nice to you for diavolo and the exchange program
old man is so tired pls notice him
his brothers feel so bad for him, like it’s so painfully obvious to everyone but you (satan and belphie do get a kick out of it, but at some point they also feel kinda bad)
tries dropping subtle hints, asks you questions like, “have you thought of whom you want to spend the rest of your days with?”
“uhm, i’m obviously gonna spend it with you guys; i mean it’s not like i know anybody else here, lucifer.”
“no, i didn’t mean the rest of the program i- nevermind mc”
solomon watched the entire thing happen and was losing his shit at the back until lucifer yelled at him
probably gets angry one day and just ends up telling you
“listen, mc, i’m in love with you. i have feelings for you. romantic feelings, so please get that through your thick skull”
“okay, i love you too, but you don’t have to be so mean about it”
mammon
just like his brother, he also won’t tell you because this man’s ego is bigger than the sky
he tries his best to do cute things for you, but he’s so bad at it
he got you flowers one time, but they were some sort of wild devildom flowers and you almost died when you sniffed them, tried to get close to you while watching a movie by trying to put his arm around you but hit you in the face really hard and almost broke your nose.
by now, you probably think he’s trying to kill you
asmo tries to help his brother by telling you for him much to his dismay “mc, you know mammon really likes you.”
“thank you, mammon; i appreciate it.”
what do you have against him pls
after a lot of convincing from his brothers, he finally decides to put the ego aside and come clean about his feelings, and this sweet idiot is so very happy when you say you feel the same, like you have no idea how relieved this demon is.
#lucifer x reader#obey me lucifer#obey me headcanons#obey me#obey me x reader#obey me scenarios#obey me crack#mammon x reader#mammon x mc#lucifer x mc#obey me shall we date#obey me imagines#obey me x mc#obey me mammon#obey me drabble#om x reader#om x mc#lucifer x gn!reader#lucifer x y/n#lucifer x you#mammon x you#mammon x gender neutral reader#mammon x y/n#lucifer fluff#mammon fluff#om! mammon
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Hellooo <3 I love your writing so much, please take care of yourself and have a nice, nice day!
Can I request Scara smut, where reader and Scara are about to get it on but then she gets very shy as Scara undresses her.
Basically like him praising her and like soft smut.
If that's not too self indulgent - thank u thank u thank uuu!
Scaramouche x fem!reader. Soft, very romantic smut. Praise.
Please, and this counts for everyone, don't be afraid sound too self indulgent. My whole blog is self indulgent. This whole thing will be self indulgent ❤️
Scaramouche absolutely enjoys the intimacy of kissing. There was just this deep connection that came with it. His tongue curling around yours, his fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss, the way your arms wrapped around him to press your body up against his as hands hastily worked to remove clothes.
He reluctantly pulled away from a kiss that was rapidly making you weak in the knees to tug your shirt over your head. Immediately, a shy blush coated your cheeks as his hand slipped back to unclasp your bra.
"So cute," He purred, curling his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up so you would look at him. His fingers traced up the dips in your spine. "Keep that expression on your face while I undress you," He loves that you never got over how shy you felt when he was taking off your clothes.
A huge turn on for him.
He took his time removing the rest of your clothes, his lips grazing softly on your neck. The sensation never failed to make goosebumps rise up on your skin, a soft moan sounding from you as you relaxed into his touches.
Scaramouche could feel you melting, his hands sliding along your body. His cock pulsed seeing you shiver. "So responsive," He pressed a hungry kiss on your lips again, gently pushing you down onto the bed.
You wore the same shy expression as you watched him remove his clothes. Did you have any idea how delicate that made you look?
His hand caressed your cheek, his thumb skimming gently across it. "Let me make my pretty girl feel good," He captured your lips in another passionate, open mouthed kiss. The way you obediently opened your mouth for his tongue, soft moans breathing against his mouth sent him absolutely reeling.
He spread your legs, caressing the inside of your thighs before seeking out your clit. He pressed and rubbed his thumb around the swelling nub, his eyes trained on the way your body quivered in pleasure.
Your hips rocked into his fingers as they stroked between your folds. "That's my good girl, just let go and relax," He encouraged, gently pinching and rolling your clit between the pads of his fingers until you saw stars.
You writhed on the bed, pleasure jolting through your body as you grasped the sheets in your hands. The look in your eyes was one of hazy desperation and need.
A look that always made Scaramouche's cheeks flush with endearment for you. Nobody looked at him the way you did. No one needed him the way that you did.
"Scara, please," You said in a shaky tone, spreading your legs a little wider for him, "I need you inside me," Your pussy was starting to clench around nothing thanks to his ministrations. Your whole body trembled with need.
"As you wish, kitten," He never got tired of hearing even the haze that laced your voice with desire. He pressed the head of his cock against your throbbing clit, tearing a gasp from you. Your hips jerked to seek more friction in response.
Scaramouche let out a low, satisfied groan as he pushed his cock inside of you. "So warm, so tight," He bottomed out with a smooth, slow thrust, "so fucking perfect," His body shuddered in pure bliss.
Your walls clamped tight, and sensitive around his cock, the head kissing into your sweet spot in a way that made your toes curl. Your arms wrapped around him, clinging to him as he leaned down to kiss you.
His lips never left yours, swallowing each and every sweet moan you offered him. You wrapped your legs around him, helping him push his cock as deep inside of you as it could go. "I love you," He said, pulling away for a moment in a show of vulnerability, "I love you so fucking much."
You put one of your hands on the back of his head, bringing it down for another kiss. His lips greedily captured yours, holding you against him like someone was going to take you away from. He couldn't ever let that happen.
Ever.
The bursts of pleasure were so intense that you could barely form any words. Scaramouche was worshipping you with every thrust, every squeeze and soft caress of his hands. He was utterly lost in the way you lost yourself in him.
"Cum inside, please," You pleaded, making him groan huskily, "I love you, Scara. I love you so much," Any other words you tried to form died in your throat, your moans bleeding into his husky ones.
Those four words never failed to make him cum. His arms tightened around you, craving to hold you closer than you already were as cum ribboned into you.
"Fuck," He hissed, nipping at your lower lip, "cum for me," He thrust his cock into your sweet spot until he ushered in your orgasm, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. The way your cunt squeezed around his cock as your orgasm broke over you was nothing short of utter bliss for him.
#genshin impact#genshin smut#fem!reader#genshin imagines#scaramouche#scaramouche smut#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x y/n#scaramouche x you
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HELLLOOOOOOO i really love ur drabbles so muchhh 🫶🏻🫶🏻 reall fun to read tehee
if its okay can you do like a dad’s best friend higuruma? Where higuruma cares for reader more than her own father did (i have daddy issues) and always tries to comfort her by having sex </3 (if u can maybe like a soft dom hiromi as he always gives her praises and sweet words?)
dont force yourself okayyy? remember to always take a break! Love youuu 💐
❤︎ ໋𓈒 dad’s best friend trope w higuruma <3
warnings. fem! reader, praise, cowgirl, soft dom higuruma, mdni.
an. thank uuu love u too !!!
you never knew you’d take such a strong liking towards your father’s best friend and trusty colleague, higuruma hiromi.
he always gave you the attention you were neglected — it started off with simple gestures, small talk . .
asking about your day, complimenting your outfits, or even going to run errands with you. although, it was always his sweet praises towards you that you were never used to. all you wanted was to be told that you were good, doing something right, and he always gave that to you.
higuruma never failed to take his time with you, even while you were in his bed. he was so sweet, big hands of his traced down the sides of your hips, your curves . . warm breath fanning against your skin, kiss after kiss. “you adore my praises, don’t you, princess?”
“y-yes,” you’d sniffle, feeling your heart throb. you’d be leaning against his chest, cock buried into you and it’s so good.
his words ran straight towards your heart…
or perhaps it went towards another place, specifically in between your thighs.
he’s so tender, marking your neck with a plethora of invisible kiss marks, which turns into sucking overtime.
your lips press and smother together as you subdue a single incoming moan, his body heat against yours had you burning up. just craving for more of his touch. “h-hiromi, ‘m gonna cum again.”
“you think you’re gonna cum or you know, baby?” he murmurs, skimming a thumb beside your waist. the way his hands gingerly roamed all over your body.
you faced the other direction as you rode him, a hand grips on his knee as a tiny whimper escapes past your lips. it was a firm simple question—yet he didn’t expect you to answer.
“oh sweetheart,” he coos, a soft low chortle tickling against your right earlobe before he gives it a kiss. “you’re not used to being told how good you are, are you?”
“no,” you moaned, feeling him then bring both hands to grip onto your waist, softly rocking your hips in place against him.
so…slow.
you stabilize your knees for a brief moment. he’s making you rut back against him before he pecks another kiss near the inner part of your collarbone.
“sorry if it’s dumb, just—i just really like being told that i’m doing something good . . for once.”
a smile presses against his lips as your hips tilt and stutter against him.
“but you’ve always been a good girl, at least whenever you’re with me,”
he hums, playfully tapping his fingers amongst your skin—you moan, chasing another incoming orgasm and you glance down to see your thigh bob and ricochet against his own leg.
higuruma’s dick had your eyes rolling…it was simply addicting. the way he’d brush up amongst that individual spot, you whine out a shaky moan before your hand finds his.
“…just relax, okay? if it makes you feel any better, i’ll praise you right until you make a mess on me, princess.”
“okay,” you’d whimper, feeling him bring you back and forth beside him. he’s so slow and precise, you feel every inch and it makes your mouth water. you lie back against higuruma’s chest, and he plants a kiss near the top of your forehead. you can’t remember the last time you felt so cherished.
a hand of his was flat on your torso, whilst another one slings around you. you moan, feeling it reach its incoming peak, you bite your lip.
“don’t hide your voice, i wanna hear you, princess,” he’d murmur, dragging your hand away from your mouth - you pouted, and he simpers, leaning in to give your cheek a soft kiss.
his rhythm, it wasn’t hard to follow. you’re rocking your hips sturdy against him before you start to impatiently grind.
you moan, feeling higuruma’s hand softly wrap around your throat, a thumb stroking your passageway before he whispers, “c’mon baby, give me another one. think you can do that?”
“yes, okay, okay,” you’d babble, and he’s so deep, stirring all around you—you throw your head back against him, mouth open, lips barely parted while you feel the nerves coarse inside of you. “fuck, hiromi, ‘m gonna cum s-so soon.”
“it’s okay, give it to me princess,” he murmured, making your hips slow down just a bit with a soft tug of his hands. you shivered a bit, feeling the band of his watch skim across your hips before you start to spasm. he watches with warm eyes, leaning in to kiss all beside your neck, your ear, and then you whine. “i know, i know. you’re doing so good already.”
the moment you came, it was sticky and like always, you slump back against higuruma. your legs trembled and quavered - sucking your teeth, your breath was so shaky.
he smiles at your body’s reaction — witnessing how sensitive you were, and he slides a thumb against the hairs near the nape of your neck before whispering. “such a good girl,” before hugging your waist. “do you . . do you think you have one more in you, princess?”
#★vegasbaby.#higuruma smut#higuruma x reader#hiromi smut#higuruma hiromi x reader#hiromi x reader#higuruma hiromi#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x reader smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujustsu kaisen x reader#female reader#anime smut
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# txt + baby trapping !!
tw. f!reader, toxic/yandere behavior, heavy dark content, dubcon, breeding kink/baby trapping, gaslighting/manipulation, pills (birth control), light choking, bulge kink, use of pet names, swearing, unprotected, fantasizing, pervert. nsfw + minors dni !!
w.c. ~2.6k+
a/n. thank uuu to moon for proofreading this train wreck, it took forever to finally publish but hope u enjoy it <3 lowkey cannot believe i finished this after so long w a headache but hmhmm for my toxic txt lovers~~
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# yeonjun
“fuck,” yeonjun growls, “so fucking tight.” “nngh– y-yeonjun, too– hard!” you cry, nails scratching down his back as he roughly thrusts into your swollen cunt, so full of his cum from orgasms you’ve lost count of. hot breath against your skin as he bites down on the soft skin of your collarbones, primal haze of desire as teeth sink down, bruising blossoms as he pulls back, a wet, saliva covered kiss mark staining your skin, fresh and old bites splattered across your chest and neck in an apparent mess of possessive greed. “all fucking mine,” he pants, snapping his hips harder into yours, loud sounds of skin on skin as his cock kisses your cervix, diving in for more marks between breaths, sucking aggressive claims into your bare skin. “hnng– c-can’t!” you wail, high crashing down as you tremble in his grip, sobs wracking your body as your cunt clenches down on his cock, wet arousal slick as his cock rams into your pussy, swears profusely escaping his lips as he roughly slams them down on yours, possessive, wet kiss as his tongue slips against yours, teeth grazing against your swollen lips. “so… fuck… going to breed you, doll,” yeonjun pants, gripping your hips tightly and painfully as his high hits, slamming his cock deep as hot cum fills you to the brim, warmth spreading as you wail with the overstimulation, so full already of his seed. with a groan of restraint, he pulls out, examining his work.
drool dripping from your lips, marks splotchy across your chest from his possessive frenzy, bruises staining your waist with darkening blooms, god, he devours the sight with a sickening love. “fuck,” yeonjun growls, voice deep as he slowly spreads open your legs once more, abused cunt seeping his cum, swollen folds slick with his semen, “all mine, doll.” his possessive love, slipping down profusely in a mess of arousal and cum, slowly dripping down into the pool beneath the curve of your pretty ass, a darkening wet spot of slick. whimpering pitifully, fat tears staining your cheeks as yeonjun drags a finger up your folds, slight throbbing pain traveling with the sensation of his touch, wet slick on his finger. his gaze transfixed upon the sight of your abused pussy, blood rushing to his cock, a storm of possessive, covetous desire, lust flowing through his bloodstream like a drug. “y-yeonjun, c-can’t take anymore!” you whimper, unable to resist his forceful grasp as he spreads open your thighs, fresh tears welling up in your eyes as he smirks, gaze dark with lust and greed. “doesn’t matter,” his voice whispers, heavy with desire, “you’re mine, after all.” licking his lips, smirk only growing as your beautiful tears spill down your face, cock thrusting into your swollen pussy, rough sensation of his veiny shaft, delicious cries of overstimulation as his cock kisses your cervix. he’ll make you his, watching the conscious coherence fading from your eyes, replaced with sweet submission, cute body like a doll as he fucks his semen deeper into your cervix, cum seeping out around his cock, sugary kisses against your swollen lips. load after load tonight, you’ll take it all, darling, because he has no intention of ever letting you escape him. sweet darling of his, you’ll be forever his, carrying the products of your shared love.
# soobin
soobin’s lips latching to your perky nipple, eliciting whimpers as he slowly tugs your panties down your thighs, wet fabric in his fingers as he suckles softly, fantasizing. imagining how you’d look so pretty all swollen with his baby, how sweet and reliant you’d be, needing him every moment, the desperate whisper of his name, nestled in his sheets and his shirts, needing to be taken care of. by him. and god, what he would do to make you even more reliant on him, make you his forever. cock twitching against your soft thigh as you whimper, soobin’s sucks on your tit sensitive, sensual and arousing. “soo…bin– want y-your cock,” you shyly mumble, a warmth in your abdomen, so sweetly unaware of his toxic thoughts, of his lustful desires. “anything,” soobin sighs, tip of his length rubbing against your sensitive folds, sounds of slick as his cock pushes into your tight pussy. “s-soobin!” you whimper, tears instantly welling in your eyes at the painful stretch, clinging to his shoulders as his cock inches into your tight cunt. “god, so tight, darling,” soobin moans, hands tightening around your hips, every last thought resisting thrusting in without care, his lips crashing on yours in a sensual, messy kiss, hand roaming to find your soft tummy… and the tip of his cock bulging through when you haven’t even taken all of him yet. “s-soobin, too big–!” you gasp into the kiss, tears spilling down your cheeks as soobin bottoms out, cock deep in your tummy as his big hand feels his length beneath your skin, fuck, you’re so full of him… imagining how you’d struggle even more to take his cum, how much of his seed would he have to fill you up with to keep it inside your tight, small pussy?
“mmph– too much!” pretty, desperate wails escaping your lips as soobin’s hard cock stretches your folds, pain of pleasure as your pussy clenches down, his heavy pants in your ear with the effort of restraining himself, hand on your tummy as he feels his cock penetrate your pussy with every thrust. and god, your soft tits against his chest, teary whimpers at the overwhelming pleasure, he’s never felt more in love. “so, so good,” soobin moans, your smaller body trembling beneath his, “all mine.” heart shaped lips parted with pants, gazing down at your teary eyes, tight pussy squelching with the tightness of your folds struggling to take him, how pretty. how sweet if he were to make you his forever, all obedient and needy, swollen with his love for you. breasts heavy, tummy full, glowing with his care… lovesick toxic clouding his mind as you cry into his shoulder, sobbing for release… and he’ll give his. hard cock slamming into you, hot spurts of cum filling up your pretty pussy as you wail with shock, hands pressed against his chest… until your eyes grow cloudier with loss of coherence, hands falling as soobin sighs, pressing kisses to your face so lovingly, his hips flush to yours, so much hot seed spilling into your cunny. “so good, sweetheart,” soobin moans, “gonna to keep you all full… okay?” slight pants laced with his voice, his pretty doll so dazed on his cock… surely it’s okay to make sure his seed stays, fill you up even more?
# beomgyu
“p-promise to pull o-out?” cute words you’re whimpering, aren’t they? but maybe he’ll entertain you… you’ll believe him anyways, so dumb once his cock fills you up, reduced to a crying mess of begging for him, but beomgyu really fucking hates having to pull out. dark desires of his, it took so long to even dumb you out enough to fuck you raw without protection, shouldn’t he reap the rewards of his manipulation? maybe he made promises he’ll never keep… as if he wasn’t planning to make you his, eradicate thoughts of you ever leaving. deliciously sweet thoughts of desire, your pretty body like a forbidden fruit, just waiting for his semen to knock you up into a ripe possession of his, all his once you’re full of his seed.
legs thrown over his shoulders, beomgyu’s calloused hand pressing into your tummy, feeling the bulge of his hard cock deep throbbing deep inside, pressure heightening his sensations of pleasure. “fuck it,” beomgyu groans under his breath, just the sight of your pussy taking his cock so well has him forgetting any so called promises… hand reaching for your cute neck, clenching down with just enough force to see your pretty lips part with gasps for air, slight asphyxia causing your orgasm to crash down, tearily crying his name in wispy sobs, eyes clenched shut as waves of heat wash over your body. “shit– so tight–!” beomgyu pants, licking his lips, hands briefly tightening around your throat as he climaxes, a rush of cum spurting into your swollen pussy… and a flash of sick pleasure at the sight of your eyes fluttering open in confused shock. letting go of your throat as he leans over, cock sheathed in your cunt as he thrusts, fucking himself through his high, hot gasps of your warm breath on his lips as his big, brown eyes meet yours in a smirk of satisfaction. “b-beomgyu–!” your weak voice begins, only for his lips to claim yours, firm and hard, shutting you up. leaning over, his husky voice in your ear as his hand takes yours, placing your smaller palm down against your tummy, the bulge hard beneath your fingers, his cock twitching at the slight pressure. “bred you all full, didn’t i? tell me you want it, honey,” beomgyu grins lazily, watching your pretty face slip into submission, unsure but listening so well… and the rush of his ego as you whimper, “w-wanna be b-bred, gyu–“ licking his lips of your mixed saliva, his dark gaze possessive with satisfaction, his whisper barely audible. “fuck, that’s my good, dumb girl…“
# taehyun
“mm–!” taehyun’s lips crash against yours possessively, his hands roaming over your curves, all hidden under the his dress shirt you’re wearing. lifting one hand to caress your soft ass, the other holding your jaw, making you accept his rough, breathless kisses… can’t break away until he releases. pretty lips swollen, a string of saliva hanging between as taehyun pulls away, a slight smirk on his lips as he reaches over on the bedside table, a fresh, sealed package in his hand as he pops a white tablet out. “you’re so useless,” taehyun sighs, “taking the wrong ones this whole time?” your eyes widen with confusion… so sure you’d been using birth control this time… as taehyun examines the white pill between his fingers. “i’ll do it for you, then,” taehyun sighs. “t-taehy—nnngh!” pill on his tongue, his lips claiming yours as he pushes the little tablet into your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours in a heated kiss, wet saliva coating your lips as he leans back, tapping your throat. “swallow, sugar.” oh, little did you know, the warmth of satisfaction when you obediently do so, confused and dazed… pretty girl can’t tell it was sweeter than usual~? god, so arousing when he gives it to you, sugar pill replacement. “good girl,” taehyun murmurs, pressing your cute clothed panties to his hard crotch, smirking at your whimper of need.
“hnng–! t-taehyun, too f-fast!” your pretty wails escaping your lips as you cling to his solid shoulders, reduced to a crying, whimpering mess as taehyun roughly thrusts into your tight pussy, bouncing you on his cock without a second of hesitation. incoherent cries filling the air, sounds of skin on skin as he grips your hips over the white dress shirt, your arms wrapping around his neck as you sob into his shoulder, pussy all abused. soft, sensitive skin feeling every vein down his hard shaft, tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every rough thrust. “god, look at you,” taehyun whispers into your ear, “so fucking dumb, just want to be fucked on my cock, can’t do anything,” a smirk drawn on his lips. god, he loves how you desperate, needy you are… even better for him. make you even more reliant when he breeds you, making you cling to him every moment, all swollen and needing him even more, you’d never leave him. lovesick thoughts racing through his mind, harder thrusts as you scream his name, cute pussy can’t take anymore~? “better take it,” taehyun hisses in your ear, hips snapping into yours, “or i’ll fucking leave you, slut.” your eyes widening, tears staining your cheeks, “n-no, don’t leave,” you beg, “w-want your c-cum!” saccharine rush of satisfaction stroking his ego, hot seed filling you up in a hard thrust, taehyun restraining your hands as your tears wet his shoulder… you’re so dumb, aren’t you~? to think he’d really leave… as his cum paints ropes of white in your cunt, no… you’ll never leave him now.
# huening kai
“k-kai, wearing a condom, right?” you mumble, darkness around you impossible to tell, kai’s broad body pressed to yours, hot skin against yours. “mhmm,” and without another thought, his lips press to yours, soft kisses claiming control, dizzying… and distracting. dripping rip of his cock pushing against your wet pussy, can’t tell a thing, can you? a whisper in his mind of guilt, maybe he shouldn’t… but you’d stay with him forever. even though you’ve said you’re not ready, kai knows you are, all ready to be full of his love, all ready to have his baby, without a doubt in his mind. condom discarded on the floor without your knowledge, kai’s grip on your hip tightening as his cock pushes into your soaked cunt. “nngh… feels so… good,” kai groans, his breaths heavy with pleasure, raw skin on skin, no millimeters thin barrier. dizzying warmth, feeling connected more than ever, when your tight pussy clenches around his thick shaft. “hnng–kai!” you gasp, clinging to him closer… feels a little different, feels better than always… but his lips crashing on yours, rough, hard thrusts erasing your mind of any thoughts except of him. “mmph– so fucking good,” kai moans, heartbeat spiraling into rapid beats, strong against your soft breasts, wet, saliva coated kisses as his tongue pushes past your lips, tangling in a wet mess of slick love, his raw cock thrusting into your sweet spot, god, he’s addicted to the soft warmth, your cunt clinging to his cock, not some rubber barrier… fuck, can’t go back now. as if he would.
“k-kai, w-wanna cum!” pretty gasps and cries in his ear, his affirmation heavy with pants, lost between breaths as kai’s lips lick to your sweet spot, teeth sinking lightly into the column of your neck, sucking a dark mark of possession. one gripping tight enough on your hip to leave lasting bruises, the other slipping up your curves, finding the bulge in your tummy, feeling his cock twitch beneath your skin, deep inside. moans slipping from his lips as he fantasizes, imagine how pretty you’d look all knocked up and swollen, round with his baby, a glow of his love on your precious body… to caress your full, softer breasts. to nestle your vulnerable body in his arms, knowing you’re all his, only his, and full of his love for you… raw desire clouding his mind. “k-kai–!” cunt clenching down on his cock, warm release rushing around his cock, clinging to his broad frame, nails digging into his skin as you writhe under his firm hold… and he’s sold. roughly thrusting into your pussy, his hips forcibly held flush to yours as hot cum spurts into your cunt, ropes of seed painting your inside with his love, tip of his cock kissing your cervix. “nngh– k-kai, n-no–!” panicked cries escaping your lips, as kai’s hands clench down on your hips, preventing you from moving as he presses kisses to your face, panting his love, “can take it all, baby, gonna fill you up so full,” kai mumbles, feeling your body writhe under his,,, no other choice but to take his hot cum, all the way. “k-kai… w-why?” you tearily whimper, dizzy from both pleasure and confusion, wasn’t he wearing a condom? didn’t he know you weren’t ready…? “love you so much,” kai murmurs, eyes full of love as he gazes upon your pretty face, slowly losing coherent thought as pleasure warms your skin and heart, “know you’re ready, wanna make you mine.” cock nestled in your full pussy… his cum seeping out of your stretched folds, sugar saccharine kisses on your lips and face, hand finding the bulge in your tummy once more. “don’t worry… gonna take care of you and our baby, okay?”
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hey! i really love ur writing! are your requests open?? if they are would you maybe write another arthur x reader fic? maybe something with arthur introducing his new girlfriend to the gang for the first time? thank uuu!!😊
𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓻𝔂 ,
❥ ˚₊‧ swishswishswish prattles the pink-tinted brush within your nimble hold. Each delicate tap against the swell of your soft cheeks swell even more with colour, adorning a scent you were far too familiar with— cherry-kissed by love herself. ˚₊‧
𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓟𝓡𝓞𝓒𝓔𝓔𝓓 ! ꒰ ❥ hyper-feminine ! reader ❥ female ! reader ❥ reader is mentioned to be physically shorter than characters mentioned below ❥ lovesick Arthur Morgan ❥ super-shy reader ❥ rugged cowboy bf x mini baker gf ❥ fluff ❥ Age gap implied ❥ 7k words ꒱
❥ arthur morgan x female! reader
꒰🍰꒱ “SWEET GATEAU” Written in all bold, the colour pink, carved in cursive. The board swings heavily amidst the top of the pole that sticks out to show off the demure place.
That was the name of your workplace. Located in the most populated city in the state of Lemoyne, Saint Denis. It was an obvious spot for cakes and pastries, considering that the literal meaning of ‘Gateau’ was cake in French. It stands out from most buildings surrounding it as do the connected shops beside it- large windows to display the sweet delicacies of riches on little shelves for those to glance at when passing by.
More-so.. advertising then teasing, you'd say.
The comforting, delicious fragrance of vanilla extract fills the air. You have yet to work on other requests commissioned by customers, though you focus solely on this particular order. Mainly because it was the easiest and much quicker to prepare.
A simple sponge plain cake with vanilla icing. Couldn’t be too hard.
You’re quite tempted to take a little swipe of the wet cream and taste it yourself- fortunately your temptations resist yet again because of repetition and practice. tiktiktik does the whisk in your hand go as it constantly scrapes against the bowl, the mixture hardens and becomes more of a fluffy-like texture rather than a wet clump of nice smelling liquid.
The comforting sound of the fire crackles with faint embers floating amongst the brick-encased oven. Inside the oven lay two lovely little flat cakes. Just exactly twenty minutes ago you’ve bestowed them upon a wooden flat board to dish out near the heat to harden up.
“Ten more minutes..” You mumble to yourself. Enough time to finish whisking the vanilla icing and pour into a pipe-bag.
You admire the prettiness of the sweet-tasting icing which was coated inside the surface of the bowl, before glancing at the paper-filled request again to make sure that you’ve been following the guide correctly. Thankfully enough, the woman who requested the small two layered cake wrote it on a piece of paper rather than verbally out loud. Her hand-writing was lovely, and so was she. At the end of the piece of paper, her signature was written out—
‘Mary-Beth. :-). Please do not forget the cherry on top !!!!’
You can’t help but giggle softly at the absurd amount of exclamation marks she wrote down. She was quite bubbly, and that lady was- very excited. From the looks of her- you were just at least a year or so younger than her. You remember she adorned a long skirt, dark pink in colour.. with her hair in a half down half updo. Freckles prettily placed on her skin. You recall stating to come pick up her order at around 8 in the morning tomorrow. The clock strikes 6 A.M. Two more hours until she can pick up her cake!
Long, dewy lashes tinker at the sound of the bells at the door jingling as a person enters. You were quick on your feet, miniature ribbon-tipped slippers softly tapping on the ceramic floor of this building, curiously peeking your dainty head from the corner. Another rich man seemed to peer around curiously at all the pastries and such inside, pondering if he should buy a few sweets. You weren’t one to really socialise, neither was he- from the looks of it. You could only offer the sweetest smile you could etch onto your face and shyly nod as he turned to you to acknowledge you, before returning back to the kitchen hidden from customers to work on the cake.
He could just ring the bell on the front counter to get your attention.
It was common for people to enter the little bakery, though at around 10-2 is when chatter becomes louder and you become more frantic.
And with that- ten minutes has passed. You clumsily get the cakes out of the oven and place it on the kitchenette's bench. Hot and rough-looking around the edges.. You could probably cover it up with the icing.
Before you do, you cover the first layer with the fluffy icing, before plopping the second layers on. This job was very therapeutic, you considered.
Droop does the vanilla sweetening go as you drown the plain cake with the sweet icing. Delicate swipes of a butter knife allowing it to smoothen amongst the hardened surface of the spongy delicacy. Plop! One little swirl of icing on top. And another.. and another.. Until it surrounds the whole edge of the cake. Oh, don’t forget! One big swirl in the middle of the cake, where the cherry shall be placed upon.
You can’t help but decorate the sides with little frosted hearts, the piping bag in your hand ever so sturdy as it squeezes most of the remaining out and onto the lovely decorated cake.
Was the decoration necessary? No, not really. But did it make you feel bubbly? Yes.
Ding!
You hear the sound of the silver bell reverberating against the metal itself just a few times from outside the kitchenette. You blink a few times, before toddling out and back at the counter. Seemed like the man from earlier had already decided on what to buy.
The sound of your meek, tiny voice can be heard echoing about and bouncing back to you. It was rather empty, considering that it was 6 in the morning-
“Welcome to Sweet Gateau! Where all your tastebuds experience sweet wonder and satisfaction. How may I help you?” Recitation of the same line allows you to memorise the whole thing completely. Sometimes you do change it up a bit just to have a bit of fun.
The man blinks at you.
He looks around before narrowing his eyes at you, sizing you up- albeit.. confused.
You want to ask what's wrong, did he perhaps get the shops wrong?
Perhaps it was his old eyes, or the way he perceived people by appearance. Maybe the tuft of pink on your uniform, or maybe the way you style your hair with ribbons and such. But looking at you, you looked as if you were just a..
“...Does this business support child labour?”
You stammer.
꒰🍰꒱ You are not one to argue with customers. Or argue at all.
But you’ve had to greatly convince the man that this place does not in fact, recruit people under the age of fourteen to work. He stumbles over his words as he realises that you were not actually in early adolescence, and to affirm his apology, he tips you a dollar. The wooden door which was pulled back allows the sweet little bells hung on top to jingle gently yet again as you see his retreating form with the paper bag of biscuits and sugary delicacies.
You smile happily. Another customer satisfied! though.. confused.
The clock strikes 7. One more hour until the lady can pick up her cake.
With a hum that sounded more like a serenade, you pack the cake into a small frilly-looking box, a sort of see-through material shaped in an oval which was built inside the frail box to allow the person to see the decorated cakes. Your beady eyes shimmer at the leftover frosting inside the piping bag.. maybe you could just have a little..
Your temptations are yet again disrupted by a flood of customers coming in. It was a Saturday, of course people were shopping at early dawn. The small crowd amidst the bakery mainly consisted of young ladies in friend groups admiring the pretty delicacies around, rich elderly retrospectively adorning the sweets from their childhood.
A squeak and a babble of incoherence once many line up, you're quick on your tippy toes to heat a tea-pot up with water near the brick-encased oven and organise many distributions of loose tea leaves.
Sometimes, you wonder if people did genuinely acknowledge their health since eating cakes and biscuits and other sweet stuff in the early morning wasn't really considered the healthiest breakfasts. Though, at least you earned a fair paycheck at the end.
A pretty smile feigned on your face until your apple-blossomed cheeks strained, as you recited the line over and over again to many customers who pointed at the delicacies they wanted to buy and eat. The fragrance of chocolate, vanilla, red velvet, it swirls into one and becomes a potent scent which drives more and more to eat up. You can’t help the giddy smile and the apple-blossom swelling with colour on your cheeks as you shyly peer at everyone who eats the pastry with delight. You’ve baked a few of the treats that linger in the bakery, and the soft moan at the end of the bite which signifies great pleasure in eating your own baked sweets allows your tummy to flutter with butterflies.
The tip jar starts to slowly fill every ten minutes. Quarters shine and tinker within the glass container, bidding every donation with a pleased 'thank you!' and a little wink.
It’s been an hour or so. Mary-Beth has yet to pick up her cake.
As if on cue, the bells attached on-top of the door chimes, producing the same little melodic drag. You look up to see the lady you were thinking about! Mary-Beth, if you recall correctly. You wave at her with a happy smile, and she reciprocates with a big grin obviously excited to see the order. From behind her slightly taller figure in comparison to you was followed by three more ladies, admiring the shop with a soft coo and a gasp.
“I told y'all this bakery was cute!” Said-woman falls with a bemused smile on her face.
“Twenty-five cents for a whole brownie! What a catch,” One nudges another.
“It has caramel in it!! C’mon Abigail, we oughta!” The lady with blonde hair almost whines, “It’ll be a good surprise for lil’ Jack!”
“Mh, I don’t know Karen..”
Mary-Beth eagerly comes to the counter, her dark rosetta coloured skirt swishing around as she does. “Hello, miss [name]!”
You smile in return, wiping your powered-up hands on your frilly light-pink apron, “Hi, Miss Gaskill. Your vanilla glazed cake is done. Are you here to eat in or to take out?” As nimble as you were, you can’t help but be comforted by the lady’s presence. A sunshine amongst a field of closed sun-flowers.
She almost seemed surprised at your words. Perhaps the usual shops that she went in did not offer such things. She ponders, before calling out to the three women who still stare at all the sweets on display, arguing with each other whether or not they should buy a few sweets, “Would you all mind quieting down!?”
You can’t help but softly giggle under your breath.
You patiently wait for Mary’s answer, that small grin still plastered on your face.
“Hm..” She hums, “Do you perhaps have spare plates and serviettes..?” She meekly asks.
“Of course!” You nod sweetly, “Give me a moment to prepare a table would you?”
“Oh! Okay,” She beams.
As you pass by, all of the girl’s bid you a “hi!”, “lovely place!” “hello!” You respond to them with a wave and a smile.
“She’s very pretty,” The black-haired girl whispers to Mary-Beth. She nods immediately at her response.
“She really is,” She agrees, “So lovely too! I think she's got to be the nicest girl I've ever met in Saint Denis.”
As the chatter in the bakery by other folks becomes a tad bit louder, you're too busy preparing four serviette-adorned plates. You nod to the lady waiting, she bickers with the others and allows them to toddle on over and take a seat. The legs of the chair scrape at the floorings below, some are mindful about the fact and instead of dragging it, they slightly elevate it to eliminate the scratchings.
“Oh! Right, would you like me to cut the cake?” You graciously ask.
She smiles and politely nods, “Yes please!”
Their prattling drowns out in silence as you waddle away back in the kitchenette to cut the cake.
Mary-Beth smiles at the other girls.
“So? How do y’all like it here?”
“It’s real fancy in here,” Abigail responds calmly, “Real pretty, though.”
“Mhm. Anywho.. How much did you pay for the cake?” Her blonde haired friend asks. She fiddles with the napkin on the plate, before placing it beside the food holder. She inhales the scent of the bakery, sighing sweetly.
She sheepishly grins, “Err.. five dollar.”
“I— Mary-Beth! My goodness..”
“Tilly, I promise you. It’s gon’ be real good!” She nudges the girl in the yellow dress.
"I better see miracles happening once I take a bite out of the cake," Karen- the blonde haired woman scoffs, allowing herself to get comfortable in the chairs. The two women beside her softly giggle at her bluntness.
The bold, sweet odour of the sugary vanilla glacé hits their nose, arriving with a slight wiggle inside the box as you carefully place it in the middle. Mary-Beth was the first to gently take the lid off, she gasped at the small decorations at the side. Little piped hearts.. "My, oh my.."
"Now, ain’t that just the cutest little thing i’ve ever seen?" Tilly coos.
You do a little curtsey, tipped with a sugary smile and doll your wispy lashes. "Enjoy, ladies!"
"Ah ah, wait a moment now- hold on!" Mary-Beth frantically stammers and tries to get your attention with a squeak once your small back is turned to them. It does, fortunately.
You turn back around, curious. Your head is slightly tilted to embody your confusion, beady eyes staring at the ladies whom seem to also want to keep you back here.
"I've seen you runnin' all about and uhm.. Do you ever take breaks, miss?" She curiously asks.
You blink. Was she offering..?
"I do," You respond truthfully, albeit shyly.
She sheepishly smiles, "Would you perhaps.. Like to enjoy this with us?"
You stammer, "I-I uhm, I'm not sure about that-"
The woman in blonde cuts you off, "Awh, c'mooon! C'mere and sit, girl. You need a damn break."
You hesitate again. "No, really-"
"Ahh, give us a break- c'mere now!" She cuts you off easily. The one whom insisted on you sitting down with them grabs a chair from an empty table, before easily plopping you down.
"What's yer name, lil' lady?" She asks with a smile.
You grin with a docile muse, saying hi to the other girls, "It's [name]."
"Ooh! Purdy name for an even purdier girl." She cheekily pats your pixie-like shoulder. Your cheeks pop with colour at her low-toned flirting
"I'm Karen, that's Tilly, Abigail, and of course, Mary-Beth. A pleasure to meet your acquaintance, little miss [name].”
Another girl pipes up, “Do you work here all alone, [name]?” Tilly— the one with the pretty yellow sundress asks with interest. She admires the interior of the building, how the edges of the roof had little floral pastry designs, on-going around the whole building and to the hidden kitchenette behind.
“Mhm!” You nod. Abigail raises her brows up, leaning slightly on the table. She has the mother-like aura which makes you feel ever-so giddy. She’s hushed in her tone, worried that she might make a scene if she spoke too loud, “Excuse me for intrudin’ but.. Ain't you a little… too young to be running this store all by yourself?”
“Ah!” Your cheeks become darker in hue. “I’m of legal age to work, miss. It’s just the frills ‘n the bows.”
Tilly was the first to serve herself a slice. She takes a small bite from the sweet delicacy, icing oozing out inside as she lets out a delightful hum. She finishes chewing it, before her eyes twinkle and she turns to you, “My goodness! And you baked this all by yourself?”
“Uhuh, I’m so glad you like it.” You clasp your hands together happily. Mary-Beth is eager to get a slice, then Abigail, then Karen.
“Okay, maybe the dollar was kind of worth it for this cake..” Karen mumbles quietly, poking her fork at the sweet cake.
Mary-Beth cheekily nudges Tilly’s shoulder, “Seeee? I knew you’d like it.”
You look around, noting yourself that you should give them something to drink to drown that sucrose-filled treat. You excused yourself from the table, the little frills etched on the back of your small skirt bobbling about like a tiny princess toddling about. You’re quick to bringing a teapot over, with a few porcelain-like cups stacked on top as you gently place it on the table.
“Wait- er.. Does the tea cost extra?” Mary-Beth asks, raising a finger before lowering it down as it catches your attention.
You raise a brow, “It’s free.”
“I could quite literally kiss you right now,” She beams, allowing you to pour the hot tea in the cups which were given out to the women around.
The overall vibe amongst the interior was pleasant. The small, gossamer-bunched bonnet on your head tilts a bit as you lean down to tip the fragile teapot.
As you carefully pour the hot liquid, you hear them conversing with each other as usual. Though you tend to take a blind eye- or ear in this case, you can’t help but be a tad bit curious to their little gossip.
“D’you reckon we should’ve invited Molly over?” Abigail asks.
“Oh- Maybe. I feel like she'll like it here, but I also have this feeling she’ll just fan herself away and give us nasty looks the whole time.” Tilly mumbles, delicately cooing out a 'thank you' as you poured a cup of tea for her. The tea swishes and sloshes against the cup as she drinks from it with her pinkie out.
Karen snorts, "You're so right. Just one touch from Dutch, and she's ready to take over the world. Miss primp and polish she is till' mister Dutchie doesn't give her a lick of affection."
Mary-Beth gasps softly, "Karen!" She calls her name as if to scold her, only for a small chuckle to follow after.
Your curiosity is visible, but you don't say anything. You're one to entertain gossip, but you aren't one to prod- considering that you've only met these lovely ladies.
They finished the small cake in another hour. Currently, you were situated behind the mini counter serving a few customers amongst the treats they wanted to buy.
"Ah, that was real good." Abigail wipes her mouth with the napkin provided, in a more rushed sense- an underlying feeling that she wasn’t so used to these kinds of etiquette.
"Maybe we should buy sumthing! We ain't gonna visit 'Denis for a while unless if we like- beg Arthur or sumn' to come wit', so I reckon we should give ourselves a little treat after all the things we've been through."
"We should buy them caramel brownies.."
"C'mon, c'mon! Lets get it then," Karen ushers Tilly and Abigail out of their seats once they've finished up, Mary-Beth following after with a giggle.
"[name]! These brownies cost twenty-five cents a bar don't they?" Mary-Beth calls out, pointing at the display at the front. Oozing with caramel delight, encased with a delicious chocolate coating which makes her swoon at the beautiful sight.
"It does, yes." You nod with a shy smile.
"Goodness, [name]. These prices are kinda high.. Reckon' you can give us a lil'.. discount? Y'know! Since we're friends!" Karen winks.
You shyly ponder, "Mhh.. Alright, why not?" As said before, you weren't really one to argue. Besides, they were sweet girls.
"Woo-hoo!" They cheer with a giggle, before eagerly grabbing the little tong at the side to grab a slice.
"A bar of brownie.. 20 cents." You bargain.
Karen shrugs, "Good enough." And she hands you the coins.
You hear them all bidding you a good-bye, and a cheeky "Expect to see me here again!!"
The door closes, and you're left with the constant conversations on-going. You stare at the shining coins placed in your hands, and can’t help the pleasurable feeling of gentle-tipped joy flood your tummy.
꒰🍰꒱ Morning dawn comes.
Another day at the bakery.
You rise slowly from your beauty sleep. The silky gossamer curtains flow slightly from the wind, as the sun shines pink and yellow lights from the half open windows of your room. The wood creeks beneath your light footsteps as you grumble on to get ready for the morning.
Lazy pats of coloured light pink powder is gently flushed against your cheeks, the small ribbon-tipped brush rattles because of the amount of use it's been through. Your hair is done prettily, silky bows attached to the side which matches the coloured powder you put on your dewy face. It takes you a tad longer to arrange your morning routine into a real situation, until you're out of the door and walking on the path to the bakery.
Pushing past the entrance, you hear those bells chime a little ballad that was always memorable and will never be forgotten.
Though it may be a nuisance to look at the same things constantly, you are always reminded that this place was a safe-zone for anyone or anything. Mainly because at the entrance hangs a low sign on the door handle that entrees prohibit the use of weapons and must take it off before entering the store.
Suddenly, your thoughts are interrupted as the entrance opens to the same women from yesterday. Though, two older men are accompanying them from behind, albeit.. begrudgingly.
"-I don't think this store is the right thing f' me.." He grumbles, you can see from behind the counter that Abigail was holding his hand, perhaps her lover. She glares and hisses at him, pinching his arm. "Quiet, you."
"Y'sure this place sells them biscuits I like?" The one in dirty blonde seemed low-key embarrassed to be in here, scratching at his head as he looks around. His hat is tilted to obscure his eye-sight. Your curious eyes widen a bit as his own stares at yours. You quickly avert your eyes with a soft blush etched on your cheeks.
"They sell all kinds of sweets 'n' delicates," Tilly pipes up, slightly hitching her long skirt up with her thumb and index finger. Shoes clack gently against the floral-designed tiles, eyes wandering around the familiar place. "I'm sure you'll find those dumb biscuits you keep talkin' about!"
"[name]!!" Mary-Beth was the first to run to the counter with a giddy smile, "Told ya I'd be coming back."
You have a small smile on your face, "Welcome back, miss Gaskill!" You do a tiny curtsey with your frill-bunched apron and skirt.
She giggles, "Goodness, [name]. You are too cute for your own good."
She perks up, "Ah! We brought a few friends over. This here's John," She points to the man who grumbled a 'hi', crossing his arms. He clearly does not want to be here. The woman who clings onto his arms scolds him quietly for being so ‘impolite’. You hide your lips behind your hand to stifle your soft giggle.
“That’s Arthur.” Mary-Beth points to the man who looks at the biscuits section. Topped with a black shirt and a vest which had a unique design, he seemed.. very determined to find those biscuits he mentioned earlier when entering the bakery. He looks around curiously, the little flower-y paint-job is something he expected for a small little bakery like this one here.
He’s holding onto his belt whilst striding to the counter lazily, before curiously looking at you. Cold, dark eyes peer at you like a lone wolf about to catch it’s prey for lunch. You meekly shrink just a bit as you feel him size you up with his daring gaze.
“Howdy, miss.” He greets casually.
You slowly nod, very shy with your greeting. Your quiet voice echoes loudly in his ears. He unconsciously has to lean just a bit to even hear you. “Hello, welcome to sweet Gateau..” A smile forms on your face as you see his brows relaxing slightly at your harmless form. Suddenly, he’s as bashful as a kid being told off for causing a ruckus. He looks around with a narrowed gaze, before looking back at you. A soft grunt escapes his lips.
“..Do ya’ll make uh.. Osborne biscuits?” He asks in a low tone.
You brighten up.
“Oh! Yes we do. Would you like a bag?” You ask with that same pixie-like smile which makes him soften up even more. Something.. catches his eye. He’s not sure what though.
“Ah, um.. Yes please, miss.” He tilts his head to obscure his eyes from your view.
You mumble a little ‘excuse me,’ to push yourself off your shoes to retrieve his request. He watches the way your fluffy-frilled skirt bobbles up and down.
Very.. cute.
A tap to his shoulder, and a soft snicker catches his attention. He turns around.
“Whuh.. What?” Arthur blinks at the three ladies who stare at him with a big grin. He was stunned at the abnormal behaviour they were currently showing off.
“Yer cheeks are real red.” Mary-Beth comments. Tilly has to hide her soft chuckle with her hand the corner of her eyes becoming alike of a crows feet to acknowledge her amusement.
“They are?” He quirks a brow, crossing his arms. Though imposing, he’s as docile as a lamb when it comes to the ladies, “Yer jokin’ with me.”
“Are not!” Karen laughs, “Don’t tell me you like her already. Ya’ll only just met!”
Arthur looks defensive, he narrows his eyes at the women in-front of him. “The hell you talkin’ bout?” He rests on the soles of his feet, nervously looking around. Anywhere but in their eyes.
“It’s as plain as daylight, cowpoke. No shame in hidin’ it, she’s real cute.”
Unaware of their conversations lingering in the background, you come back with the bag of Osborne biscuits. located within a transparent plastic bag and secured with a ribbon. A sticker in the middle with the bakery's emblem on it It rests delicately in your palm as you blithely toddle up front. The chatting suddenly ceases when you return.
“Apologies for taking a while,” You apologise sweetly, placing the biscuits on the counter. He brightens up entirely at the cute packaging of the biscuits he was craving for for so long.
“Don’t sweat it,” He opens the satchel hanging over his shoulder, “How much?”
“Fifty cents for a bag.” You watch him throw a few coins onto the counter. You smile sweetly, counting the coins before placing them inside the cash register. The swelling of your cheeks become just a tad bit more prominent as his fingers linger on yours to grab the bag out of your hand once you push it lightly in his direction.
You do a tiny curtsy. So much alike of a princess who expresses their gratitude to a king. “Thank you for ordering!”
He could only nod, scratching at his stubble as he awkwardly looked away. “Yeah. Uh.. No problem.”
“Do we really needa be feedin’ Jack all this? He’s gon’ be diabetic once he grows up if we keep feeding him this stuff..” John and Abigail bicker in the background which catches both of your attention. You can’t help the amused smile on your face at his comment. Though he was trying to be quiet, these walls echoed right back at you.
“Are.. They always like this?” You can’t help but question the sweet- or.. something couple from the back. It was cute in your eyes. Arthur can’t help the grin forming on his face.
“Their way of showing love I guess,” He leans on the counter with the biscuits in his hand. Then, he slowly turns his head to you, “Er.. What’s yer name?”
“[name],” You squeak in response to the handsome man.
He blinks. Without hesitation, he says with a soft hum— “Purdy name.”
Your cheeks become the same pigment of powder you apply on your temples. You look down at the ground, your hands behind your back as you can’t help the giddy smile on your face, “Thank you..”
Arthur is curious to learn more. He's fascinated by the personality you portray. With a pixie-like physique and a timid mindset akin to a doe, a stark contrast to his.
“How uh.. How long have you been workin’ here? In sweet..” He pauses awkwardly, trying to think of a way to say the final word in a mumble without looking or sounding ignorant.
“Gateau,” You finish his sentence for him with a light smile. He’s thankful that he didn’t hear a soft giggle at the end. Perhaps you were trying to save him from looking pitiful. Or maybe you were really just a decent-hearted girlie.
You do not notice the way the other ladies looked back at you and Arthur with a cheeky smile.
“Ah, yeah. Sweet Gateau,” He clears his throat with an oafish, low beam.
You can’t really remember the exact date you started working in this petite patisserie, but you give him a rough estimation of when you started. He nods with an interested hum, seemingly curious about your story. He didn’t seem like a man who would indulge in small-chat. But for you, he did.
“We’re leavin’, Arthur! We all got what we wanted!” One of the women calls out to him, causing him to be startled at the abrupt calling.
He clears his throat shyly again. “Ah.. Um.. I should get goin’. Only came here to see if ya’ll had ‘em in stock. Glad you guys did.” His words were nothing but gentle- waving even. As if Arthur didn’t want to leave just yet. You nod kindly, letting a tiny blossom of adoration to slowly develop inside your tummy.
“Come back next time,” You faintly add, shyly waving at him with a sweet beam.
He has a low smile, “Oh, I will.”
Your heart stammers a bit.
The door closes. The sound of multiple footsteps creaking amongst wooden floorboards is heard.
John’s looks at the cowpoke who strides next to him. He’s careful not linger near the dirt-path, noting to himself to not get his boots so dirty. A nudge to his arm is what gets Arthur away from his thoughts.
“What the hell was that?”
Arthur glowers. “What’s what?”
“Don’t play dumb, cowpoke. Saw how you looked at ‘er.”
“I don’t know what yer’ talkin’ about.”
The conversation ends there. Either John was becoming frustrated with his ignorance his words were stuck in his throat, or he gave up entirely to persuade the man’s attraction to the girl behind those doors.
꒰🍰꒱ To your utmost surprise, Arthur Morgan slowly yet surely becomes a common face within Sweet Gateau.
It’s not to say he was unwelcome in the premises, rather more.. how should you say this, amusing to say the least.
A man who stands firm and tall at a whopping 6’4 in height, who carries a gun at his side with a rifle almost as big as you- with a sharp gaze that could pierce your heart as quick as a glance in your direction, stands in a small bakery with light pink fairy-like cakes and floral themed walls. Perched up on a table with his little snack whilst scribbling down things on that journal he always took. You wonder what he writes about.
With his constant visits, it’s clear that you’ve down packed his order to your brain.
Osborne biscuits with a small cup of coffee.
You wonder if that man likes to torture himself with such blandness. No sugar, no milk, just coffee. It’s as bitter as it can be- if you can smell that bittersweet scent from just a few centimetres away.
Sometimes he would come up to you for a small chat to probably make you feel less lonely as you sweep away at a dusty corner for a few minutes straight. Other times he would just mind his own business, munching away on those plain biscuits he always orders.
It’s been a few weeks since seeing the other girls. Sometimes you ask Arthur to say hi to them for you, and he always comes back with a lazy grin saying that they miss you and hope you’re doing well despite only knowing each other for a few days.
The bell rings up front.
You know it’s him from the way he slowly strides to the counter, a quiet grunt escaping his lips as a faint jingle of spurs become evident the more he walks closely.
You truly cannot help the blossoming smile which etches on your face.
“Good afternoon, Mister Morgan. Welcome to sweet Gateau,” You welcome him with a slight lean on the counter. You can’t help that cheeky expression, “The usual?”
“Y’know me.” He nods at your words, “The usual, please.” Baritone and deep, his voice was. It almost sends a shiver down your spine.
You watch him turn his back to go sit at one of the more secluded spots in the bakery, deep into a corner. A diary in hand, with a pencil busily being worn down on the papers. The sounds of led scratching at the fibres of the white expansion of pages is heard easily from afar. It’s calming to say the least.
You’re quick with the order, almost giddy as you place the plate of those plain biscuits on his table with his bitter coffee. He gives you a small ‘thank ya’ kindly.’ before returning back to his sketching on something.
In just under twenty minutes will the bakery close. It’s quiet, with only a few people including Arthur relaxing in the wooden chairs placed within the interior.
You’re busy within the kitchenette, allowing the brick-encased oven to be put out completely. Washing up all the equipment you’ve used to make and create such food, soapy bubbles floating everywhere. The sounds of the door opening and closing is heard, many of the customers served leaving with a small tip inside that jar of yours up front.
Slowly yet surely, you wipe down the benches of the kitchenette before putting the rag back down. You walk up to the counter with a soft yawn from the tiring day.
A soft clearing of a throat catches your attention. You blink a few times and see Arthur.
“Oh! I thought you would’ve left a while ago,” You smile. Though you’re not very keen on customers staying five minutes before closing time, you’ll be very glad to make an exception for Arthur.
“Sorry, uh..” He awkwardly scratches at the back of his head, “Reckoned It’d be better to give this to you in private.”
You tilt your head sweetly, almost puppy-like. His heart squeezes at the simple yet innocent gesture. What was he giving you?
With that, he hands you a piece of paper, folded in half just once with a small heart at the corner. Your eyes light up immediately, as you shyly take the piece of paper- one which was from his diary he probably torn off, considering that one edge of the paper was bumpy and rough.
You mumble out a shy ‘thank you’, very curious and opening it with one simple hand gesture.
You feel like the luckiest girl alive.
A pretty led-based sketch of you. You were drawn with your usual frilly outfit on, the bakery drawn in the background. He drew every single detail on your face so accurately, it sort of amazes you. The small beauty mark was in the correct spot, with your eyes big and sparkly.
You softly gasp, putting a small hand over your mouth to not look like a dummy in front of him, “Arthur..”
“It ain’t the best but..” He averts his gaze, “I couldn’t help but draw ya. You just looked..” Pretty. Beautiful. Adorable. Cute. “—..Lovely.”
“Ain’t the best?” You scoff. “This is so beautiful, Arthur. Y—You got the bow, too! And the outfit, and the background..” You beam sweetly.
“Thank you so much,” You keep the drawing close to your chest. You note to yourself mentally to buy a picture frame, “This is so beautiful, Arthur. I love it!”
He holds his gaze low, cheeks slowly burning from the praise you squeaked out. He awkwardly shifts, before bidding you a goodbye.
You open the piece of paper one last time, flipping it over to see a message written in cursive which read:
‘Kinda weird to write this but I heard you were free tomorrow. Would you like to walk around the park nearby with me? I’ll probably be around there at 8 in the morning, you don’t have to come if you don’t want to. —A.M ◡̈’
For a man like him, you’d never thought his handwriting was alike of a fairy tale novel.
꒰🍰꒱ swishswishswish prattles the pink-tinted brush within your nimble hold. Each delicate tap against the swell of your soft cheeks swell even more with colour, adorning a scent you were far too familiar with— cherry-kissed by love herself.
You are very adamant in looking like a right pixie for today.
Last night you could not get much sleep because of the excitement your heart held. You were dying to meet Arthur again without being in the same frilly uniform you always wore, a face coated with powder not from your beauty products but from pastries you make and serve.
You adorn a floral patterned dress, with a pretty pearl necklace. The hat you wore was similar to a southern belle darling sun-hat, but less brim and less flowers, a simple laced bow tied around the rim instead. And of course, your signature laced bows clipped in your hair.
As pretty as a porcelain doll you were.
Your ballerina-like flats click gently on the cemented pavement down towards the park. The scent of steam and machine slowly transition to more of a petrichor-like smell as you near the park.
There he was, standing around the entrance, admiring the flowers from beyond. You can’t help the soft giggle escaping your lips as he looked behind him and went immediately silent at the sight of your beauty. It was almost coincidental on how the flowers around gently wavered by and shined more brighter once you passed by with a shy smile.
“Hi,” You greet him softly- almost too gentle for his liking. Your hands are positioned behind your back, with the soles of your feet resting on the ground as you tilt your head to maintain eye contact with him. You notice his hair was slicked back a bit, and his attire was more cleaner than usual.
“Hey,” He replies back. He lends out an arm for you to hold, and you do so happily. He looks everywhere but your direction.
He clears his throat with a bit of hesitancy. “Thought you weren’t comin’. Hell, I thought you didn’t even see the message I wrote on the back.”
“Why wouldn’t I go?” You smile eagerly, “It’s nice to be somewhere else for a change. Being cooped up in that bakery can sometimes make me feel dizzy.” That was the longest sentence he’s ever heard you mutter.
“I reckon smelling the same sweets over ‘n’ over again would make ya go crazy” He replies cheekily. His eyes size you up again. Slowly yet surely. A little fairy you were, with beauty no other. He opens his mouth to say something, anything- but he slowly shuts it.
And suddenly, he builds up enough courage to say something.
“You look.. Real pretty.” He quietly mutters. Lovely doe-like eyes stare up at him again- and how quick did his knees almost buckle was a good comparison to his latest duel.
“..You think I look pretty?”
He slowly nods, scratching at the stubble on his chiselled jaw with his other hand, “The prettiest.”
He’s not sure if the glittering pink powder on your cheeks becomes more prominent as seconds pass by. He watches you slowly become sheepish and giddy under his sharp gaze. You fight the curled corner of your lips to turn downwards, but alas you give up immediately as you quite literally melt under his touch.
You shyly stutter out a small “Thank you.” The grip on his arm becomes just a tad bit tighter.
The silence was nothing but comfortable despite it being a bit awkward at the start. After his compliment, you can’t help that fluttering feeling of love bursting inside, up in the skies lays an imaginary cherubim whom shoots those heart-shaped arrows quickly into your heart as you glance at him another time.
And it seemed that the cherubim shot his arrow in his heart, too.
“I loved that drawing you made f’ me yesterday,” You mutter. High-pitched yet so soothing in tone- was your voice. Almost mellifluous, like a serenade similar to those soft jingles heard in the entrance of the bakery, “I never knew you could draw.”
He chuckles lightly, “Yeah, figured. I don’t really look like the type to draw, do I?”
“No, not really.” You softly giggle, “But it’s.. it’s cute.” The way your tone changes pitch at the end makes him conclude of how your intentions were supposed to be.
He quirks a brow. A slow smirk curling on his face.
You catch on immediately. Your cheeks become the same pigment of blush you used, “I-I didn’t mean it like that—”
His soft laugh interrupts you. “No, no. I get ya, I get ya.”
You can’t help but look away from embarrassment. Just a few minutes in and he’s unconsciously teasing you.
“Hey.. Look at me.” He narrows his eyes at your little show.
You don’t.
“C’mooon, it ain’t such a big deal..” He’s about to grab your chin to make you look his way. Though his hand backs away when he sees those beady eyes of yours slowly coming back to maintain eye contact.
He smiles unconsciously at your sweetness. “Yeah. Good girl.”
He unconsciously brushes your cheek with his thumb. You puff your cheeks out immediately, heart hammering in your chest at the title. You cross your arms in-front of your chest, hand resting on your fore-arm. He quietly notes to himself how pretty your hand would be if a ring was seen on your ring finger.
Suddenly, you feel your heart drop. You want to say something, anything.
“Arthur?” Your hand suddenly goes to his sleeve, tugging it softly to get his attention.
“Mhm?” He responds, tilting his head down to meet your gaze.
Suddenly, you feel like your tongues all tied up inside your mouth. Your mind is in shambles and you’ve suddenly forgotten every word in the English dictionary as his pretty eyes stare at you as if you were an ethereal being.
“I.. er,” You fiddle with the small frills of the end of your dress, “N—nevermind.”
“Hey, now.” He comes a bit closer with that boyish charm smile. The faint scent of hair pomade and wood makes you swoon just a bit more, “You can’t just back off like that, c’mon.. tell me.”
“I..” You hesitantly start off. “What.. What are we, Arthur?”
He seemed to be a bit caught off guard with the abrupt question. You catch onto his quietness, and immediately you shrink out of embarrassment. You feel ashamed, flustered for even asking that!
You dare try to look at him in the eyes once more, “I- I’m sorry I shouldn’t have—”
“Don’t apologise.”
You slowly blink when he cuts you off.
He’s a bit difficult to read at this moment as he processes his words. He looks at you a few times, gosh did his heart beat fast.
Then, he slowly opens his mouth. “I.. I ain’t so sure myself. But I just..” He takes a deep breath, “I like you, a lot. Yer a real lovely girl, a good girl. But you shouldn’t be with a man like me, miss.”
You feel yourself falter, “Wh— What? Why?”
He shakes his head. He’s hesitant. He doesn’t want to answer, but for your sake he does.
“I.. ain’t a good man, [name].” He tries to explain to you. “Never was in the start. ‘N I don’t want you gettin’ into trouble just cuz people seen you with me.”
You narrow your eyes, allowing him to continue on and elaborate. You feel like the happiest woman alive, but the saddest.
“I’m..” He looks around to see if anyone was listening, and he leans in just a bit, “I’m an outlaw, sweetheart.”
“…And?”
He’s taken aback once again. The garden amongst you quietens as soon as you uttered out that single word. You feel awfully thankful because of the fact that no one was around you.
You feel like this’ll be the most stupidest decision in your life. Your heart and brain yearns for the man that stands in front of you, who holds you like a porcelain doll and who treats you like the prettiest princess alive.
“I— I don’t care if.. if yer an outlaw.” You stutter out, “You’ve made me feel things I’ve never felt before and I..”
Both his hands come to yours, fingers coming to intertwine with yours. The bold contrast between your skin and size told you everything. Calloused filled, scar-stricken hairy hands paired with hands that were always smoothened, delicately cared with little to no blemishes. He squeezes your hands firmly.
“Darlin’..” He sighs, “I don’t want you to get hurt ‘cuz of me, ‘s all I’m saying.”
“Please, Arthur.” You plead silently. You’re not even sure what you’re begging for at this moment. You want him, and he wants you. He looks so conflicted, his demeanour falls as soon as you use those puppy eyes you were blessed with. Long lashes slowly fall down, which rises and shows those glistening pearls of coloured irises.
“..Damn.” He kisses his teeth out of pure irritation over the situation. Not because of you, never. But because of the decisions which ultimately resulted in the worst. He looks at you one more time.
“You’re real needy thing y’know that?” He grunts lowly before leaning in slowly to press his lips on your forehead. Immediately do you melt in his arms, you cling onto him like the princess you were.
He holds you closely. Your face meets his chest, and his arms are wrapped around your waist, “You really wanna get with me huh?”
“Yes,” You reply, out of breath at the touch. “More than anything.” You continue on with a sweet whimper which makes his desires go crazy in his mind.
“You’re gon’ be in for a real long ride, sweetheart.” He mutters softly in your ear.
You don’t hesitate to answer back. “I don’t mind.”
“You really sure?” He asks one more time, “Y’can’t back out once yer with me. You’re mine from then on, y’hear?”
“All yours.” You nod once again.
꒰🍰꒱ “I’ve been thinking.”
The brush in your hand is slow in movement, before placed down gently on the table below. A brow is quirked at the sound of your beau’s voice which rattled in your head.
It’s been over few months or so since you’ve gotten together. When he couldn’t visit, he’d send letters with the sweetest words. You’ve kept them all in a small box which cheekily peaked out in the corner of your room, right on top of your mahogany wardrobe.
“You oughta meet m’ family.” He bluntly states.
“Your family?” You tilt your head.
He nods, scratching at the stubble on his angular jaw. Your eyes catch the slight tremble his hand had when it was coming to his jaw, and you can’t help but be even more curious.
“Lemme rephrase that.. Reckon you should come meet my gang. They’re my family, in a way.”
You hesitate at the word ‘gang’. Obviously, by that word alone it insinuated meanings which you were taught to be aware.
“Don’t you worry, they’re all nice people,” He brings up a hand to place on-top of yours, “You don’t have meet ‘em if you don’t feel ready yet, ‘m just saying.”
You shyly smile up at him.
“I’ll meet them.”
His crinkled eyes widen in surprise, “You will?”
“Mhm,” You nod, “Oh- Just give me some time to prepare, will you?”
“Right, right. You go do your little princess activities which’ll span for over a whole five hours.” He teases. He earns a glare from your puppy face, something he’s all too familiar with.
“Quiet, you.”
“The hell are you even doing in there? Does it really have to take you a whole two hours to pick an outfi— Ouch.” A sock clumsily hits his face.
Surprisingly, it didn’t take you a whole five hours to get ready. Before you could grab the necklace on your desk, Arthur reaches from behind to grab those dainty pearls of yours before clasping it behind your neck himself. He slowly leans in to delicately place a soft kiss on your sensitive neck before standing up to dust himself.
“Y’ready, sweetheart?” He asks with a low drawl.
“Mhm!” You smile happily, clinging to his arm.
Outside from the building you lived in has a small horse post outside to hitch said animals. He leads you to a horse far more taller than him, quite literally towering over you. With the least of efforts, he picks you up from the waist to plop you on the saddle, before he himself hitches on the magnificent mare.
It took over an hour to travel to some sort of densely packed trail. You can’t help but tilt your head at the location, tilting your head up to question the man who lazily rode the horse behind you. His chest was quite a good alternative for a pillow.
“..You live here?”
He snorts, “Er.. Kinda. You’ll see.”
Not long do you see a large campsite, you feel yourself shrink at the sound of.. new people.
Sure you worked at a job where you had to talk to people. But you weren’t the best at keeping up a conversation with.. criminals, you could say.
“Arthur’s back, Arthur’s back!” A little boy’s voice rings through your ears, you can’t help but curiously peak from his shoulder to see whom it was. A young boy with brown hair- blue coat and a tooth missing. He eagerly points to the man as he enters in the vicinity.
“Ooh, ‘n he’s brought a girl..” The young boy ushers a woman far too familiar to come over.
“He what now?” The sound of a few footsteps were heard- oh gosh did you feel as nervous as a doe trying to not stumble on its legs.
“A girl?”
“Don’t tell me we’ve got another mouth to feed.”
“She’s real purdy.”
“She seems fancy..”
“[name]?”
You jump at the sound of your name being called- you look behind to see.. Mary-Beth!
“Oh!” Arthur hops down, picking you up from the horse to settle you onto the ground. You eagerly smile at the woman you knew well.
“What are you doing here?!” The book-worm asks with a squeal, rushing to you for a hug.
“I— I could ask you the same thing!” You stammer as you feel yourself getting lifted up a bit from the ground, hugging her tightly back.
Arthur coughs to interrupt the soft chattering, “I’d like you all to meet m’ girl. No touching, ‘cept for the girls ‘n Jack.”
“Ha! Knew you had a thing for her—” You hear a raspy voice from afar, near the little boy you presumed was named Jack. You’ve seen him before, and if you could recall.. His name was John. A flick to the forehead is what you see between your beloved and him.
“Tilly ‘n the others are here somewhere finishing chores up,” Mary-Beth beckons a few of the girls to come over. Karen was the first to bid you a ‘hello!!!’
“Y’got any cake for us?” She jokingly asks. Her eyes widen when she realises she’s spoken too soon when she sees the few boxes of treats which were stacked and tied with a pink bow neatly on top of Arthur’s horse.
“[name], I think ‘m gonna kiss you.” Karen walks away to grab one box for herself. You let out a giggle as you go and greet the other girls.
Fortunately for you, everyone was welcoming and homey well um, except for one. But you’ve heard from most that he’s always like that.
“It’s quite a surprise for Arthur to bring a woman back to camp,” An old man to which you’ve became comfortable talking with for a while sits next to you. Hosea was his name, for some reason does he remind you of your grandfather.
“Oh? How so?” You shyly question. His warm eyes stare at your figure endearingly.
“Well for starters, he usually scares them off.”
“Hosea.” Your love comes to your side, embarrassed at his words.
“It’s quite true! Here, let me tell her about the story of when you…”
For the rest of the day, you were treated carefully and lovingly. You weren’t sure what you’d expect from a gang filled with criminals and thieves, but you could surely say that they were a sweet group of people.
You’ll be expecting a large sum of visitors on the following days, and perhaps a small ring soon enough.
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hello 💕 just wanted to let you know I'm a big fan of your stories... I am obsessed with bunny and megumi 🫶🏻🫶🏻 please pretty please could you write a little extra something where he asks bunny what does she want for valentine's day and she tells him she really would love it if yuji comes spend the night with them again 🥺💕
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nsfw ! explicit sex, aged up yuji x bunny girl reader, cw: light bondage, oral, explicit sex, messy cum... hybrid fics 💕 valentine's
You're being shy about it. Coy, even. But Megumi can sense that you're just itching to ask him something.
You know he's not massively interested in valentine's day. The cards, chocolates and love letters? They're a gimmick. He'll do that for you any day. And he does. He leaves you notes, he buys you flowers- your favourite kinds that make your nose twitch with happiness when you inhale their scent, and he gets thoughtful gifts for you year round.
His attentive nature leaves you not wanting much for valentine's day.
Apart from a certain someone...
After your last encounter with him you really wish you could have just another night with Megumi's pink haired friend.
"Yuji..."
You sigh out his name when Megumi asks what you'd like for valentine's.
"Yuji?"
He's a little astounded but he finds it kind of funny. He could tell you really enjoyed spending time with his sweet friend while he was away.
So he calls him and they make a plan.
Needless to say, you're tripping over yourself when you're guided into your apartment to find Yuji tied up in red ribbons on your bed. There's one around his mouth that already looks damp from his breath, one around his chest, and his big forearms are tied to the bedframe above his head.
"Oh.. Yuij..." you come out of your little daze, stepping over to the bed and getting on top of him where he lies.
"Bunny," your owner addresses you, "can I tell you something funny?"
You look back at him and nod, while you get settled on Yuji's lap.
Your owner asked you to wear pretty red underwear today and you didn't really think too much about it. But when he strips off your dress to reveal your cute body wrapped in red, Yuji whines and your eyes go all wide and dazzled, darting back to him.
"You asked for each other," Megumi chuckles, "for valentine's."
It's not as if he feels left out or anything. He gets you all year round. It's just the fact that, on this special occasion, you thought of each other and it's just so adorable to him.
You sigh with happiness and your ears flop, looking at Yuji, the sweet man who makes your heart melt.
"You two look so cute. Enjoy your valentine's gift, sweetie." Megumi pecks your cheek and gets settled on the chair in your room, his hungry gaze lingering over your bodies, waiting to see what you'll do to each other without his firm and guiding hand.
You're feeling a bit lost at first, but before long you're placing kisses over his handsome face and undoing the ribbon on Yuji's big chest. Admiring the pretty bows tied around his wrists, you start to wonder how he got in this position, realising that Megumi must've done it. That only makes the situation ten times hotter.
Your body starts moving and your pussy, that's covered in the tiniest triangle of red material, grinds over Yuji in his tight red boxers.
You notice his arms start to flex. His biceps bulge and he tugs at the ribbon.
Megumi clears his throat and shoots Yuji an icy glare. The man below you stops his listless movements and lets you continue.
You kiss his cheek, his neck and his gorgeous pecs, stopping to suck on his hard, dark nipples, continuing down his torso to find his abs. You kiss each defined muscle and move to his waist, making him jump with the ticklish feeling of your soft lips and eyelashes fluttering over his skin. But it just makes you kiss him harder, because when he starts to giggle and squirm, his stomach tenses and you can see his muscles moving. Your mouth waters and you start sucking him there, leaving little red marks and working your way further down.
Megumi feels kind of proud, seeing you mark him like that, knowing how often he does it to you.
Yuji's starting to whimper into the ribbon now, feeling you kiss his v taper and his hips. It tickles in such an intense way, and with your mouth getting so close to his crotch, he can feel his cock starting to fill up real quick.
"Mmhh-- mfmm---"
Your warm and pretty face dives between his thighs and Yuji starts moaning through the red silk. He wants to touch your ears so bad. They look so fluffy and cute and he really wants to play with them while you nuzzle into his crotch. You press your face on him there, feeling his warm, hard dick, and you suddenly jump when your cheek gets a little bit wet. You inch back and notice a damp spot on Yuji's red boxers and your eyes get that excited look in them again. You press your face closer and your lips find the darker patch on his shorts.
"Mm!"
He uses all of his power to keep his hips stuck to the bed, almost wishing that Megumi tied his whole body down.
You stick your tongue out, innocently tasting the nectar he spilled, not entirely realising that it's the most sensitive part of Yuji's body right now.
Your lips pucker and you keep kissing him there, smooshing your cheeks into his length and rubbing him up and down through his boxers.
Megumi knew you'd end up doing something like this. You always beg for cock, but when one is given to you, you have no idea what to do with it. He seriously wants to step in right now and at least tug Yuji's shorts down for him. He's got such a look on his face... almost like he's drunk. A hot, pink blush covers his cheeks and his eyes open and close lazily. He looks dizzy.
"Baby," Megumi coos, approaching you and touching your back, "take Yuji's cock out, you're torturing him."
He caresses your snowy tail and starts rubbing his thumb over your ass that's barely covered by the thin string of red.
You look between your owner and Yuji, realising what kind of state he's in, and you pull his waistband down slowly and watch his cock bounce out.
You'll never get over how big he is.
You wonder how he even got inside you before.
But he did, and you're determined to do it again. So, with Megumi's guidance (he couldn't help himself) you place your lips around Yuji's cock and your owner moves your head up and down. He knows exactly how much you can take. But Yuji doesn't. He starts moving his hips now, making you gag, getting both of their dicks harder. But no, Megumi doesn't allow it. He pins Yuji's hips down and encourages you a little more, before lifting you off and bringing you to sit up on Yuji's lap.
Your pretty, pink haired friend looks like he's about to hyperventilate, so you plead with Megumi to take the ribbon off his mouth and he agrees.
"Bunnyy---" Yuji sighs and pants, catching his breath, "bunny-" and as soon as his lungs are filled, you hear his request, "bunny, pl- please sit on my cock baby-!"
His thick and muscular arms start straining again and it looks like he's going to cry.
"Please, please I can't wait- f- fuh-- feels hot-!"
Megumi knows exactly what he means. It feels like he could cum from only a couple of strokes of your pussy.
And he does.
Bucketloads.
In your hole, dripping from you, down his shaft, over his balls, all over the sheets. You're both absolutely drenched by the time he's finished.
And your owner, like the devil on your shoulder, tells you to keep riding him to fuck him through the overstimulation (because Megumi secretly loves Yuji's sweet whining noises when he gets like this).
So you ride out the best Valentine's Day of your life on Yuji's cock, with Megumi's hands on your ass and his lips on yours.
You kiss and fuck all night long, till Yuji is done and Megumi can take his turn.
"happy valentine's, sweetheart" ︎your owner murmurs in your ear, pressing kiss after kiss to your neck before you pass out from pleasure.
megumi | yuji
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heyyy 🤭 i love love loveee ur ateez writing!! can u do a soft n fluffy bf!ateez when cuddling at night? u can do any writing style u want! <3 thank uuu
ateez ⋆ cuddling at night with them
⋆ 1.6k words
⋆ bf!ateez x gn!reader
⋆ fluff! so much fluff ^^
⋆ warnings: lots of close physical contact, face touching and chaste kissing
⋆ a/n: ngl i giggled and kicked my feet while writing this even though it took me forever (i'm so sorry about that;;) thank you sm for the request! also, wooyoung is a history nerd.
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hongjoong ⋆ art
hongjoong smiles as he runs his fingertips down the side of your face, snuggled into the blanket facing you. when you'd asked him to trace your face to sleep, he'd wondered why anyone would ever want to be touched that closely at first. but when you explained that it was something your parents used to do when you had a nightmare as a child, he was delighted to offer the same level of comfort.
hongjoong outlines the perimeter of your eyes, nose and lips, working his way from the top of your forehead to the tip of your chin. soft kisses follow his fingers. your eyelids grow heavy as he smooths back your hair, tracing each strand from the root to the tip. he's in no rush to finish his masterpiece, and helping you fall asleep in the middle of it is an added bonus.
you were the most fascinating person hongjoong knew, a tapestry woven in five senses. so to him, you deserved his full attention in order to do justice to your likeness. your lover studies the way the way your lashes flutter in your sleep, memorizes the sound of your steady breathing, contemplates the texture of your skin and all its lovely imperfections that give life to your form. if he could, hongjoong would paint a vision of you on the insides of his eyelids so he could see you every time he dreamed. he settles for painting your face instead, the slow movements of his fingers detailing each cherished feature.
seonghwa ⋆ solidity
seonghwa always loves to surprise you with back hugs during the day, especially with the way you melt into a puddle in his arms every time. so it's no surprise that his favorite way to fall asleep at night is flush against your back, face pressed into your hair and hands holding onto yours, wrapped around you in a tight embrace. seonghwa needs your weight against his chest just as much as you need his solid reassurance behind you. the best part is being able to feel his heartbeat pump out a steady rhythm, the perfect white noise for quieting down any extra thoughts before you fall asleep.
you lean into him, eyes slipping closed. the familiarity of it is impossible not to sink into. seonghwa presses a kiss into your hair as you drift off, his arms a firm reminder that the outside world can't get to you here.
yunho ⋆ beauty
yunho can't imagine falling asleep in any other way than watching your eyelids droop inches from his face through his own sleepy haze. and that's exactly where you are tonight, just like the night before, and so many nights before that. forgetting about the weight of the world in your lover's arms, even if it's only for a couple hours. unknown to you, however, said lover is currently busy fighting a losing battle in his mind against the urge to shower your sweet, drowsy face in kisses.
yunho sighs. he's been trying so hard to hold back for the past hour. but it's late, and he can't sleep, and more importantly he just can't resist anymore. he leans in and touches your foreheads together, then rubs your nose with the tip of his. in his defense, he can't help it! you're just too adorable to him. but when you open your eyes, he panics.
"ahhh, was that too much? i should've asked--" you interrupt him by pulling him into a tight hug. yunho yelps in surprise as you bury your face into his chest, hiding the rapidly rising blush across your cheeks. "it was perfect," you mumble, the words muffled by the soft fabric of his shirt.
yeosang ⋆ trust
the only reason yeosang shies away from touching you in public is because that's something he wants to share only with you. it's sacred. to him, physical touch is a promise between two people, that they'll hold on and never let go through all the bad times, and celebrate all of the good together. from a kiss on the cheek stolen by san or wooyoung to a smothering group hug from the other members, yeosang only allows those closest to him to touch him. so when he lets you wrap your arms around him and tuck yourselves into a blanket burrito and smooth back his hair and press kisses to his temples, you know he can finally fully trust you. you smile to yourself as you hear yeosang's breaths even out, your cherished angel slipping into sleep.
san ⋆ smile
san holds you like he's afraid you'll leave if he doesn't keep up his vice-like grip. to him, there's no such thing as being too close to you. he rarely leaves you completely alone during most of the day, taking the chance to smother you in hugs or kisses whenever you let him at home, and he's always a text away if you two are apart. at night, you're all his, and he loves the fact that you have no escape now. your arms mirror his, wrapped tightly around his waist. but you add your own touch by massaging up and down his spine, earning a soft sigh from him. you can feel his back muscles relaxing through the shiba inu patterned pajamas as he settles his head in between your neck and shoulder, leaving a kiss at the spot he ends up at.
and then san looks up at you with one of those smiles. the ones where his eyes scrunch all the way up but he's too elated to care about how silly he looks (in his opinion, not yours). no matter how long it's been, he still can't believe he gets to see you from this angle every night, the way no one else can.
mingi ⋆ envelop
mingi physically cannot fall asleep without using you as his personal teddy bear. his favorite way to hold you is with his chin resting on the top of your head. you'd be curled into his chest, and he'd have his arms around you like he can't bear to let any part of you escape his grasp.
your princess adores being able to protect you, to watch over you, to feel needed in such a fundamental way. he kisses the top of your head, and you feel him relaxing into the embrace, the tension leaving his muscles. mingi tries his best to keep his eyes open for you, but ends up drifting off first from your warmth. as you shift into a more comfortable position, he subconsciously pulls you in tighter, soft breaths tickling your scalp.
wooyoung ⋆ tale
"tell me a story," you probe wooyoung as he lays his head on your stomach. he loves being pampered by you, and he always looks forward to the end of the day for this. his hair is the longest it's been in a while, and you've been absentmindedly braiding and unbraiding sections of it as he replays one particular step of the choreography he and the others had worked on today on his phone. you can tell he isn't nearly as satisfied with it as he wants to be. but it's getting late and inspiration isn't striking him, so he decides to set down the phone and humor your wish.
wooyoung always seems to have some interesting tale to tell, like the adventures of a legendary historical figure, or the origins of a certain korean tradition, or even the story behind the most seemingly mundane things.
tonight's feature is the latest gossip from the servants working behind the closed doors of an ancient prince's private grounds in the Joseon era. apparently, he’d been busy plotting a coup against his father, the king (“right under his nose!”). but it was completely justified because he planned on passing the throne to his youngest son instead of him ("the audacity!"). wooyoung enthusiastically details the bloody fratricides the prince committed ("i'm pretty sure one was enough to send the message??"), eventually scaring his last remaining brother into abdicating the throne after less than a year ("a single year!").
unnoticed by wooyoung, you fall asleep in the first five minutes of his retelling. he goes on for half an hour before he realizes you've started to snore. at first he's half-jokingly offended, but he knows you were exhausted from the long day. still, that doesn't stop him from taking a picture of your face smushed into your pillow for future blackmail purposes, before snuggling up in the sheets with you. you won't be spared from the story over breakfast tomorrow (hey, you asked for it!), but for now he's perfectly content with hooking his arms around you and falling asleep on your chest, careful not to wake you up in the process.
jongho ⋆ serenade
jongho loves loves loves singing you to sleep. and he loves it even more when you ask him to. from the crook of his arm, you look up at him and softly make your request known. his eyes sparkle in assent, and the gentle hum of 'star 1117' fills the room as he plays with your fingers resting on his chest. you reach up to pinch his cheek, finding him too adorable in this moment, and he makes a face. jongho pinches both of your cheeks harder in retaliation, refusing to let go and chuckling when you swat at his hands. "when i said i'll return all of your love tenfold, i meant it," he teases, fully prepared to smother your face in a bear hug if you dared to acknowledge the cheesiness of his words.
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May I request a fanfic with Dean Winchester x fem!reader, who is into cars and drives an Rx-7? She should be really sweet and innocent and her car-hobby is something you wouldn’t expect first glance. She loves drift events and works at a garage. Thank uuu!!!
Have a lovely day and remember to eat and drink enough! 💕
We Have Time
Title: We Have Time
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader
Word Count: ~3,825
A/N: Thank you so much @milkb0nny for the request!! I really got into this story, and I hope it lives up to what you were imagining.
And thank you for your kind words, I hope you have a great read and an amazing day!
A 1967 Chevy Impala.
You couldn’t help but stare, your jaw slack as you admired the car. You had a pretty nice car too, if you did say so yourself, but you hadn’t seen a freaking 1967 Chevy Impala in a while.
Your head tilted to the side as you slowly walked up to the car. You’d absolutely love to get your hands on it, but you could tell that the car was loved and well taken care of, and that the owner would probably never let another person lay their hands on it.
You were startled out of your thoughts when someone cleared their throat behind you. You whirled around in surprise and were suddenly standing face to face with two men. They were both tall, though one was taller than the other, with long brown hair. The other was a bit shorter, with cropped blond hair and piercing green eyes.
You could feel blood rushing up to your cheeks in embarrassment. “Sorry,” you said.
The taller man smiled kindly. “No worries. What’re you up to?”
You shook your head, your cheeks still flaming. “Nothing. Well, I was headed back to work, but I got distracted and now I’m a little late, but I should be fine, I think. I just love this car and I had to stop and take a closer look and now here we are.”
The taller man chuckled at your tangent, but the shorter man was looking behind you. You followed his stare and came face to face with your own lovely car. Your 1995 Mazda RX-7.
You turned back towards the two men when you heard the blond one finally speak. “That’s a damn nice car.”
You felt pride brimming in your chest. Of course it was. You’d kept it in pristine condition, and if there was one thing that you knew for sure, it was cars.
The man looked back towards you and offered a small smirk. “You like my car, sweetheart?.”
You smiled easily. “I love it, actually.”
His smirk grew as he put on a flirtatious voice shamelessly. “Oh, yeah? You wanna go for a ride sometime?”
The taller man made a face of disgust, but you were practically jumping for joy. “Really? You mean it?”
The shorter man blinked in surprise, as if he hadn’t expected you to say yes. Why wouldn’t you, though? It was a freaking Impala.
You reached out a hand, still buzzing with excitement. “I guess if you’re offering me a ride, I should introduce myself. Hi, I’m y/n.”
The taller man reached out a hand first, his handshake gentle. “I’m Sam. Nice to meet you.”
You moved your hand towards the shorter man, who took your hand in his. His grip was firm. You smiled as he introduced himself. “Dean.”
You nodded and looked back towards the car again. “So, did you mean it?”
Dean hesitated, looking you over, before nodding slowly. “Yeah, I meant it. We’re only in town for a few days, but why don’t you give me your number? I’ll take you on a ride.”
Your smile widened and you quickly recited your number as soon as Dean had his phone out.
Sam shoved his hands in his pockets and raised his eyebrows at you. “You sure about this?”
You nodded vigorously. “Yeah, of course. If you guys don’t mind me hitching a ride for a bit, obviously. I’d sit in the backseat, and I’m a good passenger.”
At that, a smile of amusement grew on Sam’s features as Dean cleared his throat. “I think you misunderstood me, sweetheart.”
A wave of disappointment crashed over you. “Oh.”
Dean’s eyes widened. “No, not like- I was thinking I’d leave the lunkhead behind and the two of us could go for a ride.”
“Oh,” you said again, relief filling your chest. “Yeah, that's fine.”
You could see Sam stifling laughter, though you weren’t sure why. You looked towards your phone and gasped lightly. You started walking backwards towards your car as you spoke. “I’ll definitely take you up on that, call me whenever. I really gotta go, but it was nice to meet you, though!”
You turned and ran the rest of the distance, hurriedly entering your car and driving off as quickly as possible in the hopes that you wouldn’t get fired for being so late.
From the same spot that you’d left them in, Sam burst out into laughter as Dean rolled his eyes.
Sam bent over, trying to catch his breath. “I don’t think she got the hint, Dean. Or maybe she’s just more interested in your car than you. You’re losing your touch.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Dean muttered, sulking towards Baby. Who cared what Sam said? You’d said yes to the ride, right? That had to count for something.
He looked off in the direction your car had gone in. “I can’t believe that’s her car.”
Sam threw him a look as he walked over to Baby and opened the passenger’s door. “What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing. If you know how to take care of it.”
“Right. Because you’ve never even gotten a scratch on your car.”
“Hey,” Dean said warningly. “Baby’s been through some tough times, but she knows she can count on me.”
~~~
Dean stood still, staring at Baby.
Sam stood to his right, staring at the damage as well. They’d been standing here for a few minutes. The worst part about it was that the hunt was already over. There was nothing and nobody for Dean to take out his anger on.
Sam glanced towards Dean, hoping that this wouldn’t cause him to go feral. He opened his mouth to offer condolences, but Dean stopped him before he could speak.
“Not a word.”
Sam nodded silently and looked back towards Baby. It definitely wasn’t pretty.
Dean had been able to fix his car up plenty of times, but Sam had a feeling that even Dean might need some help with this one, if only so that he didn’t mope around in silence for hours as he fixed his Baby.
Not that he’d say that right now, of course. He’d wait until Dean finally stopped staring at the wreckage, first.
~~~
Dean stood a safe distance away from the car garage, leaning on Baby. His eyebrows were furrowed in anger and his arms were crossed over his chest. He’d love nothing more than to just drive away, but he’d have to come back for Sam anyway, so there was really no point.
Sam was talking to someone about the damage that Baby had sustained during the hunt. Dean wasn’t even sure what cover story they were using. He’d been too upset to ask.
Not that it mattered. They shouldn’t have come in the first place. He could’ve fixed Baby up on his own.
He still could. Maybe Sam could just walk back to the motel.
“Hey!”
He glanced towards the voice and immediately dropped his arms down by his side when he saw who the voice belonged to. He smiled, the anger in his chest subsiding slightly. “Hey yourself, sweetheart.”
You looked behind him and your eyes widened as you saw the state of his car. To say that you were surprised was an understatement. You’d definitely wanted to get your hands on that car, but you really hoped that you hadn’t just manifested an accident or something.
You looked back towards Dean. “What happened?”
Dean shook his head and closed his eyes. “Don’t remind me.”
You nodded slowly, your eyes still stuck on the poor Impala. “Okay.”
Dean looked over at you. “Eyes are over here, sweetheart.”
Your eyes snapped over to Dean. “Yeah, sorry. It’s just… sorry. Anyway.”
Dean smiled slightly. “Anyway.”
You grinned. “You said you were only in town for a while, right? What brings you here, of all places?”
Dean felt a warmth in his chest, thankful that you were kind enough to try and distract him. “My brother and I are travelers. We just wander wherever the wind takes us.”
You scoffed and crossed your arms. “The wind picked a horrible time to send you here. There’s been a bunch of accidents lately. I’m getting a bit worried, honestly.”
Dean felt a small smirk creep onto his face. “Is that right? I have a feeling it’ll die down.”
You made a face. “Horrible choice of words.”
Dean’s eyes widened and he let out a small cough. “You’re right. Sorry.”
You shrugged and smiled. “It’s fine. Wandering where the wind takes you sounds fun, though. I’ll have to try it some time.”
Before Dean could respond, you heard someone call out your name. You both turned in the direction of the garage to see who it was. Your boss pointed towards the Impala and cupped her hands around her mouth to shout, “These boys need a hand with their car! You got it?”
You waved a hand to show acknowledgment. Your boss nodded and walked back into the garage.
Dean whipped his head around to face you. “You’re a mechanic?”
You smiled with pride. “Only the best in the business.”
Dean looked you up and down. “Is that right?”
“You’re the one with the beat up car.”
“Don’t.”
You grinned unapologetically. “Sorry.”
You looked up as Sam approached the two of you. “Hey,” he said, “is there anywhere around here where we can get some food?”
You nodded and pointed. “Five minute walk that way, you’re going to hit a few places and a market. Is that okay?”
Sam nodded. “Yeah, that’s perfect, thanks.” He looked over at Dean. “Come on, let’s let her work.”
Dean looked over at you, who sent him a sweet smile. He shook his head slowly and turned back towards Sam. “I’ll stay here, help out with whatever.”
Sam made a sound of disbelief. “She’s a professional, Dean, she can handle it.”
“Oh, I know she can. I just want to see her in action.”
You blushed, looking away with a smile.
Sam rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I’ll be back.”
Dean nodded and watched for a moment as Sam walked away before turning back to you. “So. How long is this going to take?”
You shrugged and looked behind him, cringing at the damage. “Three days, minimum.”
Dean closed his eyes in pain before shaking his head. “Alright. Alright, that’s fine. We have time.” He opened his eyes and smiled. “So. What other surprises are you hiding?”
~~~
“That’s bull!”
Dean watched you fondly as you yelled at the television that was set up in the garage.
You were multitasking, watching Formula Drift as you worked on fixing up the Impala. Which isn’t what he had expected from you, but really, he should have known better by now.
After all, this was the third day that the two of you had been busy repairing Baby.
Your time together had started out quietly. On day one, when you had gotten Baby to your workspace, you’d started crooning as if she were a living thing. Dean had taken a liking to you immediately after that.
As soon as you started working, the two of you made progress quickly, much faster than he could’ve ever done it on his own. It was made even faster by the fact that you were splitting tasks and helping each other out whenever possible.
The first day of work was mostly silent, except for a few short exchanges here and there.
But on day two, you two had gotten to talking. You were an open book, no secrets or lies to you at all. Well, except for the fact that you were “sweet and harmless on the outside but a tough mechanic here in the garage”, according to Dean. You’d laughed at that, causing that warmth to appear in Dean’s chest again.
You had told Dean a bit about your life, and how your family was no longer in the picture after an accident that had happened a few years back.
“I’m sorry,” Dean had said softly.
You smiled. “Thank you.”
Dean had found himself telling you a bit about his life as well. That Mary had passed away long ago, and that John had gone more recently.
You had looked at him with such compassion in your eyes as you said, “I’m sorry, truly.”
He had nodded once in acknowledgment before he’d steered the conversation towards something else.
You were easy to talk to. Almost too easy. Today, on day three of working, Dean had almost told you what he had really been doing that had caused so much damage to the Impala. He caught himself just in time, but still marveled at how easy it was to be honest with you.
Luckily, your conversation had been cut short when your boss walked in and turned the television on. “You’ve got to see this,” was all the context that she had provided before walking out once again.
Dean had glanced at the screen in surprise when he saw Formula Drift playing, and looked over at you with even more surprise when you immediately repositioned yourself so that you could work on Baby and watch the TV at the same time.
You’d been working and watching the competition for a while now, instructing Dean to hand you a tool every once in a while or giving him a job to do when you didn’t want to tear your gaze away from the screen.
But even with your focus divided, Dean could see how loving and careful you were being with Baby.
He couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on you when he saw how passionate you were with both the Impala and the competition. You were muttering to yourself as you worked, and looking up at the screen every once in a while to make sure you didn’t miss anything.
He wasn’t even really paying attention to the screen, or Baby, to be honest. His gaze was focused on you.
You threw your hands up in frustration and shouted at the screen before looking over at him. “You saw that, right? You saw that, I know you did.”
Dean nodded, not really even sure what he was agreeing to. “Yeah, I saw it.”
You huffed out a breath of anger and stood. “I can’t watch this anymore, it’s too much. We’re almost done here, do you want to see if Sam has some food for you?”
Dean looked down in surprise to see that you were indeed almost done with your work. A quick glance at the clock on the wall let him know that the two of you had been working hours.
He looked over at you. “Yeah, sure. We’ve been at it for a while, don’t you get breaks or something?”
You smiled. “Yeah. I’m trying to subtly ask you if I can take my break now.”
Dean’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh. Yeah, no, of course. Let’s eat, I’m starved.”
He turned away from you, but stopped when he heard you groan again. He looked back to see you bouncing on your toes as you watched the screen.
You made eye contact with Dean. “I’m coming, just give me two seconds.” You looked back at the TV.
Dean shook his head in amusement and walked back over to you, gently placing one hand on your shoulder and using his other hand to grab one of yours. He slowly led you away even as you stared at the screen.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he mumbled.
“It’s just-”
“I know.”
“It’s so stupid, he didn’t even-”
“I know, I’m sorry. Come on.”
“Dean, are you seeing this?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I am. Come on, you can do it, I believe in you.”
He finally led you away from the screen, releasing you as soon as the tension faded from your body.
You laughed in embarrassment. “Sorry about that.”
Dean smiled back. “What’re you sorry for? I get it.”
You grinned, looking down at your feet. “How long are you staying in town for?”
Dean’s heart sped up. So you had definitely caught on to his not-so-subtle flirtations over the last few days.
You looked up and smiled hopefully. Dean had been nothing but kind and sweet, and you were hoping that he’d at least entertain the idea of the two of you spending more time together. Especially since he’d been hinting at it for a while now.
But as you watched his smile start to fade, you realized that your hopes had only been silly little dreams. Nothing more.
He looked away. “We don’t usually stay in one place for long. We’ll probably be out as soon as Baby’s ready to go.”
You could feel your heart drop down to your feet, but you forced a smile on your lips. “Yeah, that makes sense. Traveling with the wind and all.”
Dean nodded, still not looking you in the eye.
You cleared your throat and nodded. “Okay, then. I’ll get Baby up and running soon. I’m just going to grab some food and I’ll get back to it.”
You turned your back on Dean before he could reply and walked away swiftly. You furiously wiped at your eyes as you felt them well up.
You didn’t know why you were so upset. Why would Dean put his life on hold for you when you’d only just met? Just because the two of you had some things in common? Or maybe because he had allowed you to be open and vulnerable without judgment. Or maybe because you had seen the way that he was looking at you as you worked, even though he hadn’t seen that you were looking at him the exact same way.
You stopped walking when you knew that you were out of Dean’s sight and leaned against a wall. There was no one like him in your small town, and you doubted you would ever meet anyone like him again. Someone tough but kind, eyes haunted by his past even as he tried to make sure that others didn’t have to suffer the way he did. Someone who made you feel like you had time to take things slow, and let things click into place.
You straightened and took a deep breath. You couldn’t let this affect you. Yeah, it hurt that Dean had led you to believe that you might become something, but when it came down to it, you’d only known each other a few days. No matter how much you liked him, you had to stay focused.
Even if Dean didn’t stay, you had a job to do.
~~~
“She asked you to stay?”
Dean shook his head. “No. No, she didn’t. She asked how long we’re staying for.”
Sam threw his hands up. “Same thing! What’d you tell her?”
“The truth.”
Sam spluttered. “The truth?”
Dean made a face. “Not the whole truth, I’m not insane.”
“You’ve done it before,” Sam pointed out.
“We’re getting off topic. Look, I just told her that we never stay in one place long, and that we were leaving when Baby was ready.”
“Dean,” Sam said in exasperation. “You’ve been flirting with the poor girl for days. Now she probably thinks she did something wrong.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t know what you want me to do about it.”
Sam stayed quiet for a moment. There was nothing that Dean could do to fix this. Not really. Not unless…
Sam sat up straighter. “Okay, listen. Maybe we can stay a bit longer.”
Dean shook his head. “We have a job to do, Sammy.”
“What job, Dean? We don’t have any new leads. Garth hasn’t called, and Cass hasn’t told us that the world is ending again.”
“Yeah, but-”
“We have time, Dean. Take advantage of it.”
Dean shook his head again. “Sammy, listen-”
“No, Dean, for once in your life, you listen to me. I can see the way you look at this girl. Hell, her boss sees it, too. I know our life makes it almost impossible to settle down, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try.”
“Sammy-”
“Wouldn’t you say the same thing to me if Jess was still around?”
Dean stayed silent. Sam was right, of course. He’d love nothing more than for his brother to be able to settle down peacefully with the love of his life.
He took a deep breath and looked up at Sam. “Alright, I hear you.”
Sam nodded, satisfied. “Good. Now, go get her, tiger.”
~~~
You looked up and smiled as Dean entered your workstation again.
“We’re almost done. Just a few last tweaks and you’ll be out of here.”
Dean stood across the room from you, his hands in his pockets.
You frowned in concern. “Hey. You okay?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I’m alright. But, uh, there’s been a change in plans.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Oh?”
Dean offered you a small smile. “We’re actually going to be staying here a little longer than we thought.”
You could feel your heart speed up in your chest, but tried to squash down your expectations. “Really?”
He nodded. “I still need to give you that ride, don’t I?”
You laughed in relief, allowing the flood of feelings that you’d been pushing back to move forward, front and center. “Yeah, you do. What made you change your mind?”
At that, Dean walked forward until he was standing beside you. “I think you know.”
You smiled. “Maybe. But I’d still like to know.”
Dean grinned and gently patted his Impala. “Well, Baby, of course. I need to be nearby in case you’re not as good as you say you are, so that I can make you pay for damages.”
You laughed. “Fair enough. You want to finish her up with me?”
“Obviously.”
You hummed. “We’re almost done, though. Where are you going to take me?”
Dean shook his head. “It’s a surprise.”
“Not always a great idea to keep a first date destination a surprise,” you said, surprised with your own boldness.
Dean chuckled. “First date, huh?”
You took a step closer to him. “Maybe. Is it?”
Dean lowered his head towards yours. “Absolutely.”
You could feel warmth radiating off of him in waves, allowing yourself to be comforted by his presence as you tilted your head up towards him.
Before you could even register what was going on, your boss burst into the room. “Hey, I have a guy out here asking for help, are you-”
You buried your face in your hands in embarrassment as Dean stepped back, looking up at the ceiling to hide his flushed cheeks.
Your boss slowly backed away, pulling the door closed behind her. “Sorry about that. Carry on.”
You peered out from behind your hands and looked up at Dean. “Maybe we should save that for our date. You know, just in case my boss decides to walk in again.”
Dean smiled, the warmth in his chest stronger than ever before. “Don’t worry about it.
We have time.”
A/N: Part 2!
#supernatural#supernatural imagines#supernatural fluff#dean winchester x reader#dean x reader#dean winchester#sam winchester#dean x reader fluff#dean winchester fluff#fluff#fanfic#my fic#supernatural fic#fic request#fanfic request#one shot#dean winchester x fem!reader#classic cars#chevy impala#rx 7#formula drift#sam and dean#supernatural x reader
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yeonjun w/ an inexperienced s.o
a/n: yooo the legendary yeonjun pic :P, anyways i decided to just follow the oldest member pattern I hope that’s ok anonnie :>
requested: yes!! thank uuu
tw/genre: cursing, fluff, campus au ig(?), fboi yeonjun kinda not really, insecurities so like minimal angst I suppose, tell me if I missed anything :]
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-ok so yeonjun. practically everyone has had a crush on him at least two times in their life
-you’ve heard of his charms and smooth-talking and thanked god every day he’s never talked to you because PHEW you had no idea how to respond to that holy moly
-ok once again we are at a party and yeonjun sees you and thinks ur super duper pretty and he’s like “omg isn’t that the person who made someone cry because they responded to ‘i love you’ w thanks?”
-and that only happened because you didn’t know to respond with “i love you too” or “aww thanks” so whateves but you’re pretty notorious for being clumsy with relationships and avoiding getting into them
-so he walks up to you and is like “hey” w rizz and he finds your awkwardness both endearing and refreshing
-the crowd he hangs around with are familiar with sucking up to people or being charming, being automatically magnetic, and in the nicest way possible you weren’t really like that
-but you two become friends and date congrats
-he thinks you’re the cutest ever like genuinely
-maybe it’s the virgo in him but he likes teaching you things or at least helping you through them
-like your first proper kiss or make out or whatever, he walks you through it without making it awkward or patronizing and you appreciate that
-he’s very open about your relationship, he wants you to know he doesn’t care if anyone has nasty opinions on the two of you, he’s proud to show you off
-lowk tho i do feel like he gets insecure if you don’t express your love or affection for him but he also understands so he’s super conflicted and aghhh
-but then ur friend is like “what about gift giving or expressing love in your own way?” and ur like “omg ur so right?”
-and so everyday you write sticky notes or little letters reminding him of all the reasons why you love him, or you do tiny acts and you explain “until I get more comfortable I want to show you I love you in my own way” and he cries
-like he actually cries it was kinda awkward but sweet at the same time, he really appreciates you making an effort for him
-so after that he really cherishes ur little expressions of love :) and then gets pissed if anyone says u don’t treat him right
-because nuh uh yes u do, in ur own way
-likes to fluster you on purpose though, thinks you look cutest when you’re flustered and confused
-he won’t make fun of you but he’ll tease you for sure (if ur ok with it), but he always somehow compliments you too??
-“how can someone as gorgeous as you be so inexperienced with relationships?” and ur not sure whether you feel called out or flattered
-takes you on lots and lots of dates so you can experience what it’s like having a nice boyfriend who’s good to you! he’ll make sure this relationship will be the standard and more for any future partners u have.
-(not like you’ll have anyone else you’re too in love w him)
-never misses a beat with you, because he’s so good at conversation and being a flirt it doesn’t matter if you can’t reciprocate cuz he’ll just carry the convo lol
-“uhhh thanks for the flowers yeonjun :]” i love u too.” “yo whaaaat” and he just winks and kisses ur cheek
-what a weird couple, anyways
-he likes to push you a little bit, not really for your relationship but because it’s amusing
-like if you want physical affection but feel too shy to ask for it he’ll play dumb until you get all pouty and sulky
-“please give me a kiss oh my god jun” “shshsh I’m sorry I was joking!!”
-one time at a party this girl was hardcore flirting with yeonjun and talking about how she LOVESSS pda and how she’s SOOO EXPERIENCED and how she knows how to treat a man and she’s doing this all in front of you, rlly testing your patience
-yeonjun just rolls his eyes and squeezes your hand that’s loosely being held in his, but before he knows it you dragged him by the collar to give him a kiss
-if love isn’t ur fuel for confidence, jealousy and spite sure is
-“good thing I have a partner who treats me perfectly,” yeonjun says after you do your little smooch n she’s so pissed ur giggling
-yeonjun always is like “You don’t have to,” or “take your time,” and “only if you want to, ok?”
-so you don’t have to worry about meeting his expectations, the only way to disappoint is if you don’t feel comfortable enough setting boundaries and then he’s disappointed in the both of you
-makes u feel like the safest ever but also so flustered and giddy
-ok bye I’m devastated why r u so cute in these
#txt fluff#txt drabbles#txt reactions#txt imagines#txt scenarios#txt x reader#yeonjun scenarios#yeonjun fluff#txt headcanons
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paradise circus ♡
➤ summary: Corazon gets extra needy when he smokes weed. (18+)
➤ pairing: donquixote rosinante (corazon) x gn!reader
➤ word count: 945
➤ warnings: modern AU, drug use, oral (m receiving), established relationship, fluff
➤ notes: lil stoner bf cora brainrot :D title is one of my favorite strains of weed! feedback is appreciated as always <3
NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu
Rosy pink and ruby red hues of light illuminated the otherwise dark apartment, midnight city streets lying quietly outside. Slow and rhythmic classic rock reverberated throughout the room — Corazon’s “setting the mood” playlist. The air reeked of marijuana and overly fragrant candles fighting for their life to diffuse the scent. You sunk deeper into the plush cushions of your boyfriend’s living room couch, head hazy and drowned in music. Your slightly unfocused gaze fell on the blonde man sitting on the carpeted floor in front of you, tall frame hunched over a coffee table as he rolled the second joint of the night. A quick swipe of his tongue sealed the rolling paper and he proudly showed you the final product with a goofy grin.
Corazon shuffled backwards until he settled between your legs, back pressed against the couch and head lying in your lap. He looked up at you with puppy eyes and the unlit joint resting between his plush lips. You chuckled and grabbed his heart-patterned lighter — Corazon and fire did not mix, and you tried your best to keep it out of his control when you were together.
Fire ignited the clumsily twisted end of the joint. The blonde’s pretty maroon eyes fluttered shut as he took a long, lung-filling drag, leaning forward to exhale a long stream of smoke before returning his head back to your warm lap.
“Thank you, angel,” he sighed with a smile. His sexy baritone voice sent pleasant vibrations throughout your body. Slender fingers brought the joint to your mouth and you noticed that it was already stained with a ring of dark red lipstick. You inhaled generously, welcoming the calming sensation that flooded every cell of your body.
Your boyfriend always loved physical affection, but he got extra clingy when he was high. Sitting beside you on the couch, lanky arms wrapped around your shoulders and keeping your bodies pressed together. There was some bad Netflix original movie on the TV in front of you — your brain was too fried to follow the convoluted plot, and Corazon wasn’t even attempting to focus, too busy nuzzling into the crook of your neck like a cat and mumbling about how warm and soft you are. You slipped off his red beanie to pet his feathery hair and soothingly scratch his scalp. He almost purred.
Blindly grabbing at the ashtray on the table, not daring to move away from you for even a moment, his fingers finally settled on the halfway-burnt joint. The blonde took another hit and exhaled the wispy smoke into your parted mouth. You moaned into the kiss, lips moving against his languidly. He tasted like sugary sweet cherry coke mixed with the strong earthy aftertaste of marijuana and old cigarettes. It was addicting and made your mind swirl.
Weed inevitably made him horny. Long legs spread wide, the waistband of his sweatpants pulled down just enough to free his cock, already at full hardness after a few strokes. The movie was long forgotten and put on mute, but the light from the screen still flickered across his beautiful features.
“You’re so good at this, baby…” You’d barely touched him and there were already stars in his glazed-over eyes. He let out a delicious high-pitched mewl when you flattened your tongue and dragged it from the base of his dick to its flushed red tip.
His long and pretty dick was always hard to swallow, stretching your throat to its limit, and especially now that the weed had made your mouth bone-dry. You swirled your tongue around the head of his cock, running the tip of it along his slit the way you knew he loved. He threaded his fingers in your hair but didn’t apply any pressure, letting you take things at your own pace. Sometimes he liked to hold hands when you sucked him off — he said it made it more intimate. You thought it was adorable.
It only took a few minutes of your warm mouth wrapped around Corazon’s length to unravel him into a whiny mess, occasionally bucking his hips into your awaiting throat. He tried his best to restrain his movements – he would never forgive himself if he hurt you – but you just felt so fucking good. The blonde attempted to muffle his embarrassingly wanton noises with the back of his hand, but you tugged at his sleeve insistently. Pulling off of his cock for only a moment to tell him how pretty his voice was, how much you wanted to hear it. His face flushed red and precum beaded at the tip of his dick.
You hollowed your cheeks and slurped noisily at his cock, stroking the base at a lazy pace. His labored breathing and increasingly louder moans signaled his approaching orgasm. “I’m so close,” he panted. “G-gonna…” That was all the warning you got before ropes of warm cum coated your mouth. You savored the salty taste and continued to suck him through the aftershocks of his climax, throat constricting around him until he was shaking from oversensitivity. When you pulled away, a thick string of saliva connected your lips to his cock.
“Sorry I finished so soon,” he mumbled shamefully. In response, you climbed into his lap and grabbed his cheeks and kissed him passionately. He whimpered at the lingering taste of his own cum. He broke the kiss and brought the mostly burnt out joint to your lips again, black ash spilling from the end and falling onto his fluffy black hoodie (which thankfully didn’t burst into flames). He watched you inhale with a lethargic smile and a dopey, loving expression. “Can I return the favor?"
#very fitting that i wrote most of this high#stoner corazon is real TO ME!!!#mine#my fics#corazon x reader#rosinante x reader#donquixote rosinante x reader#corazon smut#rosinante smut#corazon#rosinante#donquixote rosinante#one piece smut#one piece x reader
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OMG I REALLY LIKE YOUR YAN!GETO AND GOJO HEADCANONS!! If you don't mind can I please request a yan!itadori? No pressure btw
Have a good night/day!
THANK UUU!!! Yan yuuji is sooo cute I love him :0 (featuring Sukuna lol)
Yan! Yuuji who would never kill somebody ….. not unless you asked him to of course…
Yan! Yuuji who’s disgusted by killing, especially to innocent people, but even to bad people… unless they’ve wronged you.. they deserve a fate much… much worse than death
Yan! Yuuji who is like a loyal dog .. that’s the best way to describe him tbh
Yan! Yuuji who loves to make you laugh, if he doesn’t make you laugh everyday he feels like he’s failed, like he’s nothing more than a pathetic weasel.
Yan! Yuuji who loves buying you gifts!!! Nonstop!!!! He will never stop… he believes no matter what you say, you deserve it. :}
Yan! Yuuji who does NOT budget money for himself bruh he be wasting all his money on you… he’d rather buy you something than feed himself (megumi is very worried abt him)
Yan! Yuuji who always lifts you up… he’s so sweet
Yan! Yuuji who loves sharing his clothes with you… you look cute with his clothes on… also it feels like you’re his
Yan! Yuuji who is terrifying when your life is threatened like even sukuna backs off … “he’s like … Jesus Christ wtf … what happened brat…” he’s like when junpei died cuz of mahito but so much worse
Yan! Yuuji who would blame himself if anything happened to you… would probably just tell you to kill him for being so terrible and he absolutely means it
Yan! Yuuji has strong feelings in terms of wanting to be the one to protect you and keep you safe, even if you’re stronger than him. Due to this fact he really beats himself up if he can’t protect you.. even if you only get slightly hurt,
Yan! Yuuji who is protective but not isolating. He loves seeing you get along with other people, and he doesn’t expect you to return his devoted feelings. He wants you happy above all else, even if that meant you’re with somebody else. But he still makes it known to you you’re everything to him.
Yan! Yuuji who would absolutely kill anyone that broke your heart though. He will straight up be your exes best friend when you’re dating them cause they make you happy, but once he sees the signs of them making you unhappy and miserable, he waits till you break up and goes in for the kill.
Yan! Yuuji who also notices a lot of toxic traits so he also recognizes his own, so he’s constantly trying to improve his behavior around you..
Despite this fact probably sees killing for you as a good thing cause it’s getting rid of those that put you at risk or in distress
Probably tries to form a pact with sukuna to make sure sukuna doesn’t hurt you, as well.
And Yan! Yuuji who would do anything to have that pact with sukuna cuz holy
Yan! Yuuji who, even if you aren’t dating, tells you how much he loves you constantly. He doesn’t bother hiding his feelings unless he thinks you’d be uncomfortable by them.
Yan! Yuuji who probably falls more in love if you get him to open up to you (esp post shibuya …) you’re so loving.. so trusting … so kind …
Yan! Yuuji who would be delighted to date you, but wouldn’t force it on you. It would come naturally, with you genuinely liking him.
Yan! Yuuji is a lovely boyfriend as well and the gifts, the protectiveness, increased tenfold but he tries not to be too overbearing (he is, but he still won’t isolate you from people)
Yan! Yuuji who just grumbles when sukuna teases him for his devotion towards you.. trying to get sukuna to shut up when sukuna starts talking in grave detail to you about how yuuji stalks the hell outta you
Yan! Yuuji totally stalks you but he’s not as bad as a lot of other yanderes so it’s just a short mention tbh
Yan! Yuuji who already wants to get married ..
Yan! Yuuji who is very clingy and very affectionate … constant kisses and cuddles for real
Yan! Yuuji who’s just a sweet boy … would really just do anything for your love and approval..
#yuuji x reader#yuuji x you#yuuji itadori x reader#itadori x reader#itadori x you#itadori x y/n#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you
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