#the smile on his face that night was too damn precious to ignore | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

jjksblackgf · 1 year

Text

no rose petals | myg (m)

pairing — min yoongi x reader summary — Min Yoongi is a man that knows how to plan a date night. but he can't get too mad when his date deviates from those plans. genre — smut, established relationship rate — 21+ word count — 0.8k warnings — explicit sexual content, mentions of alcohol, oral sex (male receiving), soft deepthroating, cum eating

I felt the warmth of Yoongi's hand as he held mine. Even while driving, he made sure to make me feel special in this tiny way. His thumb caressed the back of my hand, and a passionate sigh slipped from my lips.

He concentrated on the way home, so I had the chance to appreciate his beautiful side profile, which was showcasing his seriousness, in true Yoongi fashion. I could see his glasses slowly drifting down his nose, and I took a second to adjust them for him.

He smiled sheepishly and glanced my way for a second. “Thank you,” he said. His tone of voice sent chills down my spine.

This vision of him made me remember the late night pillow talk we had about fantasies and how much he wanted to experience car sex. This man does so much for me, and this may be the perfect opportunity to repay him.

“Baby, I just wanted to say thank you for tonight,” I started. Yoongi had reserved a private table at our favorite rooftop restaurant, and made sure that they would serve my favorite meals. He asked for my favorite flowers to be placed as centerpiece and went out of his way to make sure my favorite wine was stocked. He even wore the perfume he knew I liked. My perfect man.

“It was nothing,” he shrugged, now looking into my eyes as we reached a stop light.

“Are you kidding me? Most men just go all out like this for special occasions.”

“Well, this is a special occasion…” he explained. “We’re together, and that’s special to me.”

“You’re getting super laid tonight,” I whispered, and he laughed.

“Get ready for some more special activities, because I decorated my bed with rose petals,” he looked away, driving again. His smile was a little smug, but a little self-conscious.

“Damn, I must’ve saved someone really important in a past life, I mean…”

“You’re doing it again…” he said suddenly.

“Doing what?” I asked.

“Thinking you don’t deserve me,” he spoke softly, making sure to take glances at me. “You do deserve me, you know? You make me the happiest man just by being yourself. Never forget that.”

His hand landed on my thigh this time, squeezing it slightly, reassuring me. This wasn’t the first time we had spoken about this, but it was the first I felt something different. The knot in my stomach felt more like lust than gratitude, and the words that often made me feel like a fish out of water, now made me feel like the most precious human.

I caressed his bicep, tilting my head a little to see his face better. “You take such good care of me,” I said, and by the side eye he gave me, I could see he got the hint in my tone of voice.

“I sure do,” he joked.

“I think it’s time to take care of you,” I whispered, leaning closer to his ear.

“We’ll get to it,” he redirected, not taking me seriously.

“What if I want it now?” I whispered to his ear, caressing his inner thigh, and traveling my hand upward.

“Like… right now?” he asked, his voice surprised. I nodded, and he nodded in thought. “What would you even do?”

“I can show you,” I answered, my hand stroking his growing bulge.

“What about the rose petals?”

“We’ll get to it,” I said, reaching his zipper. I took off my seatbelt and adjusted myself on the seat. I quickly handled his slacks and boxers, unveiling his dick. I immediately went to work, licking his tip before enclosing my lips around him. He moaned, and that motivated me.

I gave him my best efforts. I closed my eyes and bobbled my head, my throat clenching with every pass. I ignored the gag reflex and the tears as his dick grew inside my mouth, burying my face further down his crotch. When I pulled back, I took the opportunity to use my hand.

“Oh my,” he whispered, stunned. While I didn’t respond, I was riding an ego high.

I wrapped my lips around him again, going as further as I could, and the moan that escaped his lips surprised me. He started to move his hips towards me, and I knew he was close. He placed a hand on my head and started guiding me that way, so I just let him take the lead.

He continued to moan and groan, and soon enough, I could taste his cum on my tongue. I swallowed it, cleaning the corners of my mouth with the back of my hand.

“When did we park?” I asked, confused and amused.

“A few minutes back,” he answered, trying to hide his smile. “I thought you’d notice, since I was thrusting my hips!” he joked, a teasing smile very apparent on his face.

“What? I was concentrated,” I shrugged.

“You did a good job, let me tell you that much,” he murmured, zipping his pants back up.

“How about we get to those rose petals now?” I asked.

“We don’t have to if you don’t wanna, I don’t want to put words in your mouth.”

“You can put more than words in my mouth,” I giggled.

“God, I’m dating a comedian…” he sighed, buckling his seatbelt and checking his mirrors.

#yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #suga x reader #bts x reader #bts smut #bts fanfic #bangtanbathhouse

869 notes · View notes

creedslove · 11 months

Text

HEARTLESS 💔 - PART THREE

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: Jack still sticks around as he really wants to be a part of your son's life, and you aren't giving into the idea at all

(this is the third part of HEARTLESS 💔 and HEARTLESS 💔 PART TWO

Warnings: angst, asshole!jack, mom! reader, fluff because Wyatt is too cute but not many warnings this time

A/N: idk besties, I just love asshole jack though he wasn't so bad this time I think, he could have been worse (which he will be in the next chapters 😈)

2k words

The sight of Jack holding Wyatt was often a dream you allowed yourself to have in the quiet, lonely nights you spent in the darkness of your room.

If anyone had asked, you would've told them you wanted Jack Daniels to drop dead at that very moment, but when no one could watch you break down, you let your mind wander and think of what things would be like if he had stayed, or in that case, if he hadn't made you go away.

You would have been living in that beautiful, big ranch with Jack and your little boy. You would have the animals to take care of and play with, you would probably not have to work, as Jack always provided you with everything. You doubted you would have to do any cleaning either, as he very often had a cleaning company every few weeks in order to leave the ranch always organized without burdening you or himself with it.

You could bet your ass he would even hire a nanny if you asked, which you wouldn't of course, but that was just who Jack was: someone who often gave the world to people he loved.

And Wyatt would most likely be very spoiled, because there was no way Jack Daniels wouldn't shower his precious son with everything his money could afford. You were just sure of it, and sometimes you would even smile at your sweet fantasy, before facing the cruel reality of your life.

Jack didn't deserve even the time of your sweetest dream. He wasn't welcome in your life any longer and especially not that he was intruding in both of your lives.

Even if Wyatt seemed to really love his daddy - and he didn't even know he was his daddy - it was still not fair.

You stared at Wyatt sleeping deeply in Jack's arms and rolled your eyes, going to your son's bedroom to get his socks he always got rid of during sleep so his little feet wouldn't be cold.

You returned and Jack seemed to have not moved at all, he still watched Wyatt in awe as he slept so peacefully. Eventually, your son smiled in his sleep and that always made your heart melt, and you could tell it was doing the same for his heart, still, no matter if Jack looked the happiest you'd seen, he looked mesmerized and so in peace with his son, so close to him, after all this time away, but it didn't matter one single thing, to you, that scene would never be pleasant to look at, and you wanted him to damn know about it.

"I don't like this"

Jack didn't reply nor react to your voice, he wasn't ignoring you on purpose though, he was just so caught up in the moment watching his beautiful boy, it took him a while to raise his head and ask you what you said.

You rolled your eyes and sighed

"I don't like this… this situation and I don't like you either Jack.." you said and he chuckled

"I don't like you either sugar, I'm here for the boy, not for you, don't worry" he said and you groaned.

You wanted to slap that smug face, make him suffer and wince in pain, but instead, you sat closer, carefully placing the little socks on his small and now cold feet and saw as he kicked his legs softly in his sleep.

You could feel Jack's gaze on you, but you didn't give him the time, and just kept stroking Wyatt's leg softly.

The man cleared his throat "I don't wanna bring lawyers into this, I was hoping we could handle things on our own… I know I did you and Wyatt wrong, but it is my right to see him" before you could answer, Wyatt's little eyes opened and he smiled

"Mommy!" He said happily and extended his little arms towards you. You picked him up with a sweet smile, but you also felt pretty good at your ex lover's disappointed face to see your son choosing you.

You hugged him tight and snuggled him, making Wyatt giggle and look around, smiling so big when he saw the cowboy.

He extended his tiny little hand over Jacks, grabbing his and caressing it softly.

"Howdy little guy" Jack winked at him making him giggle his little heart out. Wyatt immediately faced Jack, though he snuggled in his mommy's arms, he still wanted Jack around.

"Do you want some warm milk for your tummy, my love?" You asked and saw as Wyatt nodded excited, and you also knew it would help him sleep better.

You got up holding your son, but Jack stopped you

"Let me hold him for ya, Y/N" you battled the urge of baring your teeth at him as a dog would and shook your head, but Wyatt smiled big "cowboy!!!" He said excitedly and jumped towards Jack, snuggling him and resting his little head against his chest.

"Mommy say wawm milk helps tummy sleep!" He told Jack, who laughed and agreed with him.

You went to the kitchen and made the three of you some warm milk, you knew Jack didn't deserve it but it felt weird, impolite even to ignore him, so you returned with two mugs and a sippy cup for your son.

Wyatt immediately drank his milk, feeling so soothed and warm, leaning against Jack's chest, as you placed two mugs on the coffee table. The man thanked you and you nodded, sipping your milk and watching your son. He was adorable and you knew he wouldn't take too long to fall asleep, you only didn't expect to end up falling asleep as well, on your couch, in front of Jack Daniels, the man you loved so much.

Jack paid attention only to Wyatt, as he hungrily drank his milk and thought it was so adorable as his little eyes got too heavy and his son was asleep.

His son.

His chest nearly burst out with pride at the realization of it. He had missed out so much on his life, but now he had intentions of sticking around and being a part of his son's life forever. It didn't matter what you wanted or not, Jack was willing to try and make every mistake right and if you didn't like it, then it was your problem. He was going to be there for his son, whether you liked it or not, he would even pay you child support but you could fuck right off if you thought you'd forbid him from seeing Wyatt.

And then he turned around and saw you had fallen asleep just like your toddler did, and all the anger melted away as he saw how peaceful and beautiful you were like that. Jack hated to see you like that, it was like a wrecking ball tearing down all of the walls he had managed to build around his heart. He took a deep breath and smiled at himself, remembering your times together, when you would fall asleep every night in the same bed. Jack would always have his arm around your body, your warm body was always glued to his, your heartbeat against his heartbeat and whenever you shifted in bed, he'd wake up, anxiety through his body at the feeling of you away from him. And after the years you spent apart, there you were, melting that old fool's heart by doing something so mundane such as sleeping.

Jack saw Wyatt was deeply asleep and decided to take him to bed. Quietly, he got up from the couch and walked through the hallway, watching once more the decorations attentively. He was so curious he didn't want to ever stop staring at them. If he could, he would like to snoop through every drawer, so he would get a glimpse of a life with Wyatt and you.

He was so interested in knowing how things were on a daily basis, what you enjoyed doing, what you watched with your son, what you read for him. It all brought a warmth to his heart.

Jack got to his little bedroom and he felt a pang in his chest, seeing everything he had missed out on. How he could have been there to paint the walls, decorate the bedroom with you, pick plushies, toys, clothes, everything that was meaningful to him. He chuckled as he saw the light blue walls and the sea themed toys, it didn't matter if you probably went with an option that didn't remind you of Jack, the little apple did not fall far from the tree: Wyatt was a cowboy at heart like his daddy, and his favorite animals were farm animals.

He placed Wyatt comfortably under his blanket and kissed his forehead, taking in his features and trying to decide if he looked more like you or himself. He couldn't tell, but he wanted to keep that image forever.

Then, Jack went back to the living room, a part of him really hoping you would be awake, maybe you had just dozed off and you would be ready to shoot him a mean look and call him something bad. It would probably make him more at ease than having to face you so harmless, so vulnerable, where you looked more and more like the sweet girl he used to love so much, the same one who loved him just as much, and not the fierce woman who hated his guts.

And there you were, asleep just as Jack had left you. He placed his hands on his waist as he thought about the options he had: he could take you to bed or let you sleep on the couch. He knew he should pick the second option, but he thought of you waking up all sore from the uncomfortable sleeping position and how that wouldn't be nice to you, so Jack, against his better judgment, picked you up, as carefully as he did Wyatt and did the same path as earlier, only this time going to the other room in the hallway, knowing it could only be your room.

He opened the door with one hand only, as silently as possible, so he wouldn't disturb your slumber and walked to your bed, placing you against the soft surface of it.

He looked around and watched your cute bedroom, you had made it all you, from the walls to the bedsheets.

Jack wished he could stop time so he would go through every single drawer, box, or bag he could find in your bedroom. He wanted to find out all your secrets and see if you by any chance still kept something of his, any memory or picture or something like that. He just needed to know, but he wouldn't have the time nor the opportunity at that moment. So he carefully took off your boots, and then your socks, and finally your jeans.

Fuck you.

You were still just as gorgeous as in his memories. He didn't want you to look that good, to be that beautiful, it only reminded him of all the good he had and he lost. He didn't stare much at your body, he was a gentleman and took pride in it, but the little he did see… it was too tempting for poor old Jack.

He couldn't have these kinds of thoughts, he reminded himself. He was there for his child only, not for you and being distracted just because you were a pretty gal wasn't a smart idea at all.

So he got your duvet and threw it over your body.

Jack thought of what he would do. Would he just go home and wait until the next opportunity to see his son? That's what he should do, but it was also a hard pass, so he went to your closet, getting an extra pillow and a blanket and walked to the living room. Getting his boots, jeans and jacket off, he got comfortable on the couch. He would spend the night and the first thing in the morning he would be up to make his beautiful baby boy, a delicious breakfast.

_____

A/N: idk i am cold and lonely and i want Jack to be my husband

395 notes · View notes

rookthorne · 10 months

Text

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝

An ordinary, relaxing day of arriving at Bucky’s coffee shop and spending it working on a project was what you planned to do, however, a certain brunette had other ideas.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ❦ Barista!Bucky Barnes x Writer!F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ❦ 1.6k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ❦ tooth-rotting fluff, implied spice, love letters ჻჻჻ TROPES: Best Friends to Lovers

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ❦ I wrote this after having one of the best coffees ever.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ❦ @buckybarnesevents Into an Alternate June-iverse 𝗖𝟯 — Writer AU — Masterlist ❦ @anyfandomfluffbingo 𝗜𝟭 — Coffee Shop AU — Masterlist

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The bell overhead chimed as you swung open the door, and you rushed inside, shivering and shaking from the sudden frigid cold. Your laptop bag swung heavily against your hip, and you breathed a sigh of relief when the warmth of your favourite coffee shop engulfed you fully.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sweet sugary undertone of baked treats filled your senses, then you heard the chirp of a meow at your feet, followed by the weight of a small, fluffy body winding its way around your legs. Alpine, the resident fluffball, was greeting you with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.

“Hi, precious girl,” you cooed, squatting down to greet your favourite cat. “How are you, missy? Keeping warm and staying outta trouble?”

“Causing it, more like,” a voice said from within the coffee shop, and you looked up, smiling happily. “You know what she’s like.”

“Takes after her–”

“If you say what I think you’re gonna say, you can keep it to yourself,” Bucky warned, finger pointed sternly at you. “Not starting that shit this damn early in the morning.”

You laughed and shook your head, rising to your feet – much to the disappointment of Alpine. “It is not my fault I found one of your secret kinks, Buck,” you giggled, striding over to your favourite table and unloading your laptop bag. “It just happened to happen when I was talking about what I was writing–hardly my fault.”

Bucky snorted and you looked over at him. He was staring at you with a deadpan expression, a brow raised slightly in challenge. “Yeah, sure,” he said, “I am pretty sure you did it on purpose.”

“I did not!” you said indignantly, hand over your heart in faux offence. “I just happened to write something that awakened something in you.”

“Whatever.” The hiss of the coffee machine sounded and then Bucky appeared around the counter, cup in hand with a plate of cookies in the other. “Your favourite, as per usual,” he drawled, placing the plate and cup down on your table before he took the seat opposite you, a sigh leaving his lips. “So, what’s on the agenda today, my Dove?”

You looked up from your cup and into Bucky’s handsome face. His long hair was tied back in a messy bun, and his shirt and apron were tight across his chest. The intricate tattoos on his neck were visible above his collar, while the ones on his right forearm were on show with his rolled up sleeve. The gleaming metal of his left shone in the warm overhead lights – a contrast of black and gold, so artistically beautiful that you couldn’t help but stare for a second too long.

“Dove,” Bucky teased, tapping his metal fingers on the table top. “My eyes are up here, doll.”

“Oh, whatever,” you grumbled, ignoring the way your stomach fluttered at being caught red handed – the feelings you had long held for your best friend having long been an issue. “Anyway, today I am working on that chapter I told you about last night.”

“Ah.” Bucky nodded, glancing at your laptop quickly. “The one where your character takes on another one, and y’know, they hate fuck?”

The sip of coffee you just took almost ended up in your lap as you choked at Bucky’s words, and you looked at him wide-eyed. “What?!” you sputtered, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “I didn’t–”

Bucky grinned. “Oh, c’mon, Dove,” he chuckled, eyes bright with mischief. “I’m a reader too, I know where this goes.”

“I just haven’t heard you be so candid about fucking,” you blurted – the dreams and thoughts of doing just that with the man across from you rushing to the forefront of your imagination. “Just- Oh my god, a little warning next time.”

“Sure,” Bucky drawled, getting to his feet. “I’ll leave you to it, Miss ‘I don’t write fucking’.”

You stared at Bucky with your mouth open – never had he been so open, and if you weren’t dreaming… “Yeah, go, leave me alone,” you called to Bucky’s retreating back. “Shoo, leave me in peace.”

Bucky winked at you over his shoulder before he walked out the back, presumably getting more supplies, and it gave you a minute to think.

Sure, you had been best friends with James Barnes for years now, and you’d been coming to his coffee shop for just as long to work on your novellas and ideas. You had learnt in that time that Bucky was also a reader, passionate about sci-fi and the likes, and he took a vested interest in what you were creating – supporting you tirelessly in your ventures.

And here he was, openly… flirting?

You sighed shakily, and put your fingertips to the keys on your keyboard. “Time to get to work,” you muttered.

A few hours later, Bucky came and sat across from you again, this time with a sandwich on a plate, and a glass of iced coffee. “Lunch break, Dove, c’mon,” he urged, tapping the top of your laptop screen.

“Just lemme finish this paragraph,” you said, bottom lip between your teeth. “Then I’ll stop.”

You saw Bucky nod out of the corner of your vision and pull out his phone, lazing back on the chair.

It suddenly struck you just how similar Bucky was to the lead main character in your new story, and you felt a cold rush of panic spike through every nerve in your body with the realisation.

Oh, no.

“Okay,” Bucky huffed, putting his phone away, and you hastily pretended to stare at your screen. “That’s enough. Lunch time.”

“Alright, alright, keep your pants on,” you replied, closing the screen. Bucky chuckled and pushed over the plate holding the delicious looking sandwich. “My hero, thank you,” you rushed, picking it up and taking a bite.

“You’re welcome.” Bucky shifted and leant over to pat Alpine, who had just wandered over from her seat by the window to investigate the new food on the table. “So, did your characters–”

“Like you wanna know.” You rolled your eyes, smirking. “Awfully interested in it, aren’t you?”

Bucky shrugged, a lopsided grin pulling at his lips. “Just wanting to know how to best support my Dove–nothing wrong with that, is there?”

“You’re incorrigible,” you deadpanned. “But, yes.”

“Knew it,” Bucky whispered, fist pumping.

“Such a dork.”

You ate in companionable silence, and once you were done, Bucky took your plate to wash up, when you looked at the time – it was close to a meeting with an agent, and you would have to dash across town to get there in time. “Actually, Buck?”

“Yeah?” he called from the kitchen, poking his head around the door to look at you. “What?”

“Can I get a cup to go? I gotta get across town to a meeting.” As you spoke, you started to pack away your notebooks and laptop. “And your coffee always keeps me going.”

Bucky smiled, and nodded. “You got it, hang on.” He disappeared again and you got to your feet to walk to the counter, when he reappeared, bag in hand. “This is for you.”

The bag was just a plain paper bag, and you stared at Bucky suspiciously. “What–?”

“Just take it, Dove,” Bucky said, handing it over. You took it and then Bucky walked to the machine, snagging one of the biggest to-go cups he had. “I want you to have it.”

“That’s sweet,” you whispered, about to peer inside, when Bucky clicked his tongue.

“Wait–open it later, when you’re home. It’ll be a good thing to have after a long day, alright?”

“Okay,” you drew out, narrowing your eyes.

Bucky smiled innocently, and handed you the to-go cup. “Good luck, my little Dove–I know you got this.”

You said your goodbyes to both Bucky and Alpine, and began your journey across town, constantly unable to scratch the itch of curiosity for what was stored in the brown paper bag.

After the meeting that went quite successfully, if you said so yourself, you arrived home to your apartment, paper bag in hand. “Okay, time to see what trouble you’re causing, Barnes,” you mumbled, placing the bag on the kitchen counter with a sigh. The paper rustled as you opened it, and the smell of sugar hit you full force – an array of sweets, all of your favourites, both cooked by him and his baker business partner, Steve, lay in neat, clear boxes.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, reaching into the bag and pulling out a note. “What–”

Neat handwritten scrawl decorated the page, and you sat down on a nearby stool to read.

To my little Dove,

You smiled, the name making the flood of butterflies in your tummy flutter to life.

Know that if you’re reading this, I finally worked up the courage to ask this. Maybe not in a conventional way, but I know you very well by now, and by no means are you a conventional lass. So, forgive me.

Confusion flooded you, much like the panic before in his shop. You hastened to continue.

Come with me to the bookstore on main street this weekend. I’ll text you the details once you’ve had time to enjoy the treats I gathered for you.

And, yes – this is me asking you out on a date.

With love, your Bucky.

The paper fell to the floor, and you squealed as you scrambled to grab your phone, only to see a text notification from the man himself.

I said to enjoy your treats first, doll.

You laughed and grabbed the bag. “If you say so, you sly bastard.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #alternate juneiverse 2023 #rookthorne's works #OF

390 notes · View notes

itsmeatballworld · 1 year

Text

| to the night sky |

pairing | daryl dixon x f!reader

summary | It’s autumn in Virginia so Daryl invites Reader to spend a night cuddling under the stars.

wc | 857

warnings | kisses, autumn time in Virginia, and soft boyfriend!daryl... so nah, no warnings <3

a/n | note this has some spoilers for season 9 but nothing crazy. Also posted on my ao3!!

His eyes were so bright. Bluer than the sky. Bluer than the sea.

You’ll remember that ‘til the day you die.

You tore your gaze away for a second, just to glance up at the tiny twinkling lights above.

His callous hand latched onto yours as the hearth outside flickered in and out. “Should get some rest,” Daryl whispered.

“We should.” Your fingers twirled across his rough palm. “But look… damn, look at those stars. They’re beautiful. You gotta look. The clouds are gonna block them.”

Daryl smiled, his eyes never leaving your face as you watched the sky. “Yeah. Beautiful.”

“You didn’t even peek,” you murmured as his hands snuck around to caress your round hips.

“I did too.” His tone was playful as a smirk etched across his lips.

Tonight, the sky was black and painted in tiny twinkling lights. Dark and looming from the east, thick grey clouds slowly began to shadow the moonlight cascading through the trees.

You were somewhere in Virginia between a dried up creek and spacious woods. Location never mattered anymore. You were living—surviving—and enjoying the brief moments of peace left for the breathing.

Colors of cinnamon, brick red, and yellow as bright as corn litter the ground in piles. It was the fleeting beauty of Autumn, until the heavy rains and mud blur the colors in a dark, murky haze.

Atop the little hill was your makeshift campsite. Daryl tugged and tied each layer down as tight as possible. The lopsided tent with a worn clear-plastic sheet roof showed the sky. An old pail near the zipped-up entrance used as Dog’s water bowl. Wool and cotton blankets dragged from Alexandria covered the thin tent floor. The dying light of a small fire pit was nearly out after hours of ignoring its plea for more firewood. Daryl wanted to keep you safe when visiting. Less light, less problems, he’d murmur.

Tonight, you were snuggled up to Daryl. His arm around your waist, pressing your chest to his in a tight embrace. He loved holding your warm body close, trailing his hands up and down your hips and thighs, as if you were his lifeline.

Tonight was perfect. A peaceful autumn night alone with your lover.

“Aye.” He drops his voice. “You should head back in the mornin’. Safer in the sunlight.”

Back. Back to the group. Back to your home in Alexandria. Back to safety and walls.

“Sure,” you mumbled.

You didn’t want to admit it, but you liked being outside the walls of safety. You liked the wondrous and dangerous world surrounding you. Life was precious but you never wanted to waste time living in a bubble. “Come with me?”

Daryl paused, his fingers drawing light circles into your skin. It might not have been words, but you knew his answer. No. He had a job to do. Look for Rick.

You sighed, resting your head into the crook of his neck. “Alright… but if you change your mind, you know where to find me.” Breathing in deeply you tried to bury the smell of him in your memory. He smelled like homemade soap and tobacco.

“Carol stopped by, huh?”

The stoic man let out a soft chuckle. “You can tell?”

“Soap… a new haircut… blankets without holes? I’d say she prepped you with the good stuff for this weekend.” Those blue eyes were glued on you. His fingers trailed your side until he dug in a bit deeper. He hugged your curves into his body like he never wanted this to end.

“Mmhm.” Daryl smiled. “Good stuff.”

Your hands slipped up his chest, digging your fingers into the cotton tee. “Hole-less blankets,” you giggled. “Gosh, Mr. Dixon, you know just how to please a girl.”

He grumbled as he tugged the waist of your pants down an inch. “Anythin’ for my girl.”

That deep, raspy voice scratched an itch deep in your soul. “Your girl, huh?” Your lips pressed into his as those rough hands wound underneath your clothes.

He grumbled a response as he continued to kiss you deeply. Every morsel of your being tingled and buzzed with excitement to be near him. To be so close to him.

Maybe it was the forced time spent together, but Daryl Dixon is someone you never thought you’d get after the world stopped moving forward. You never thought you’d have a man who loves you so deeply. Who pines for you. Who finds you funny—and genuinely laughs at your jokes. Some days he doesn’t talk much but hugs you from behind and kisses the crook of your neck. It was love. Pure, endless love.

He pulled back from your lips. The hazy look of exhaustion mixed with lust washed over him. “C’mon, I mean it. Get some sleep.”

“How can I when you kiss me like that?” You smiled as those blue eyes lingered on your swollen kiss-stained lips.

Daryl grunted. He pecked the edge of your smile before pulling you into a tight cuddle. “Sleep.”

You closed your eyes.

The night sky was beautiful but all you could think about were those bright blue eyes.

><<>><

a/n 2.0 | ily *mwah* and ily daryl dixon

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #daryl x y/n #daryl dixon fanfiction #reader x daryl dixon #y/n x daryl dixon #reader x daryl #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon fluff #fluff #daryl dixon x y/n #y/n x daryl #soft and cuteee #<3

389 notes · View notes

dancingundermoonlight101 · 3 months

Note

hiiii I love all your little blurbs that show on my fyp your angst stuff hits so well…could I ask for something following Megs’ “death” after the TFP premiere and Optimus struggling to mourn, due to them being enemies and having to keep a brave face? Again, luv your stuff. Have an awesome day.

Optimus had to smile. Pretend he was as glad as everyone else. Had to ignore the bitterness he felt as his teammates, in their own ways, expressed how glad they were over Megatron's death. Feel unending guilt at the fact that he even feels bitter about it. He cares about his teammates. He knows each and everybody has lost something precious at Megatron's, Decepticon's, or at the war's hand. The war they all believe Megatron had started.

They don't know. They don't see. They don't realize what brought uppon this war, and now what Optimus will have to fight alone towards. Megatron represented hope. Hope for a better future, hope for equal treatment to all that the previous system ignored and abused. Hope.. Even so, Optimus doesn't regret disagreeing with the way Megatron wanted to go about things. He just regrets that he and Megatron couldn't have come to a compromise. Couldn't find common ground.

'Now he's dead.'

"He could be alive." Optimus comments out loud.

"Who?" Ratchet asks. Probably hoping to Primus that Optimus doesn't mean-

"Megatron?" Bumblebee beeps out, making everyone else stop in their tracks

"You don't seriously think he's still alive, do you?" Bulkhead adds

"Well," Arcee begins. "Even though it feels like there is no way he could be alive. You have to admit, he has survived worse." She scowls.

The mood of the base drops. Optimus already feels an argument brewing. He decides to stop it before it begins. "We do not know if he is alive or not. Arce is right, Megatron has survived worse. But even so, we must remain alert. We do not know what Decepticons will do with the loss of their leader. Only time will tell if this loss is temporary.. or permanent."

His team nods their helms with serious expressions. All except Ratchet, who is looking at Optimus with a look that says they will have a word about this later.

Optimus can only internally sigh as he walks off after a few more reassuring words. His team also dispersed after that. Ratchet followed after him.

"Optimus! Surely you can't be hoping he's alive! You of all mechs know of all the evil deeds he has done!" Ratchet begins once Optimus stops walking.

"I know all too well, old friend. I still wish things could have gone differently." Optimus admits this small bit to Ratchet. Hoping he of all bots could understand...

Ratchet only scoffs, crossing his arms. "Well, they didn't. Megatron made his choice, and he chose genocide. He chose to continue this war even after what happened to Cybertron! So many were killed because of his choices, Optimus.. You should stop being a bleeding spark for mechs that don't deserve it. Especially for a monster."

Optimus felt a part of his spark break. The small hope he had about trusting anyone with his thoughts was gone, just like that. It's fine. His field is still pulled tightly against his frame. Ratchet won't be able to feel how deeply those words hurt him. Optimus sighs. Trying to regain his composure. "Once again, you are right. Perhaps it is for the best that things ended up like this." The words felt like lead to his tongue. He had to force them out anyway.

"Damn right I am," Ratchet mutters, nodding. About to say something more. But Optimus tunes him out.

...

The Prime finds himself out at night, staring up at the singular moon. Why is he here? He should be back at base recharging. Rarely does Optimus come out at night. But when he does, he likes to drive to a secluded place. A place only he knows of.

"A place that reminds me of you.."

'Megatron.'

"My sworn brother turned enemy. How did things end up like this?"

'You betrayed him. You became a Prime.'

"I didn't wish to become a Prime!"

'A Prime shouldn't think about not wanting to be one. You are a fake. A failure as one. It is an honor and a privilege to fight for the people of Cybertron.'

"There is no Cybertron left to fight for.."

'And for the people?'

"They will always be worth fighting for."

'Then why are you here?'

"Megatron."

'He's dead.'

"He could be alive."

'It would be better if he wasn't.'

"Perhaps.."

'Why do you want him to be alive?'

"I do not know."

'You don't wish to admit it.'

"I wish things could have gone differently. That me and him could have rebuilt Cybertron side by side."

'Why?'

"He was my sworn brother. The Decepticons follow his lead, and I know with his help, no unfair laws could have ever been put in place."

'He was more than your sworn brother. You wished he was more than-'

"He shouldn't have been. That was a mistake on both our ends. We were both foolish -"

'You still love him. You still wished you both were more than enemies. Now he's dead.'

Optimus remains silent. Covering his optics with a servo. "This is ridiculous. I am a Prime. A protector of all life. If these feelings and thoughts are going to cloud my processor. It would be best if I didn't have them at all."

'Are you going to hide from your feelings? Your thoughts? Your memories? What you truthly long for? How many times will you do this, Optimus?'

Optimus paused when his processor conjured up Megatron's voice the moment he opened the folder he had been searching for. Shocked by the sheer amount of data he was hiding in it. One small folder he always forgot about. Was curious over. And always regretted opening again and again. It was all Megatron. Every memory, every thought, every feeling, it was all too overwealming. Optimus felt overpowering grief—

Optimus Prime did what needed to be done, closed, and hid the small, unassuming folder. "For however long I continue to be a leader."

Then he stood. The moon now hidden by clouds. Rain already beginning to pour.

And with that, Optimus Prime drove back to base. To the place that he knew could never replace home.

#optimus prime #megop #megatron #megatron x optimus prime #transformers #angst #ratchet #bumblebee #arcee #bulkhead #transformers prime

47 notes · View notes

nightghoul381 · 5 months

Text

No Room to Breathe~ Harrison Gray

Premium End

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

No Warnings for this part

Part 1 | Part 2 | Premium End | Epilogue

…Hey…Wake up….Hey.

Harrison: “Oh, you woke up. Hello, leader.”

Ferris Circus Leader: “…Huh? ….Eh, what? What is….this.”

When the man wakes up, he finally realizes he’s in a cage.

Harrison: “Magic that switches our places while we’re asleep. What a lie.”

Ferris Circus Leader: “??...?”

Harrison: “Do you always make your children make the tea you drink?”

Ferris Circus Leader: “After drinking tea, I suddenly felt tired…w-well no way.”

Ferris Circus Leader: “B-but there’s no one other than you who could do such a thing. Did you have friends?”

Kate: “No, it’s just us.”

Ferris Circus Leader: “Well then—”

Harrison: “Ah, that’s right. Your precious children lent a hand.”

Ferris Circus Leader: “That can’t happen! They are my pawns, dolls with no will!”

Harrison: “That may have been the case before. But it’s different now.”

Harrison: “That’s a shame. People change. It’s your fault for ignoring that fact.”

Lionel: “Big brother, big sister! I’m ready.”

Harrison: “Well the show is about to begin, leader. That’s good. You’re the star of the show tonight.”

Ferris Circus Leader: “Huh? H-Hey you guys! Where are you taking me?”

Ferris Circus Leader: “No way… you’re going to put me in tonight’s show!?”

The cage containing the leader is pushed onto the stage on a platform with casters.

Harry and I stood in the shadows, staring at the spotlight on stage.

Tonight, the eyes of the overflowing audience are focused on the stage.

Oliver: “Now, the next thing you’ll see is Escape from Handcuffs!”

Oliver: “This man in the cage is actually an evil felon! Let me first handcuff his arms!.”

Ferris Circus Leader: “H-Hey… Oliver is lying…”

Oliver whispers under his breath, leaning his face close to the cage.

Oliver: “…I appreciate you picking us up. Thank you.”

Oliver: “And—Goodbye, leader.”

With a click, Oliver put on the handcuffs and smiled.

Oliver: “Come on, let’s remove these handcuffs from here!”

Oliver: “And 1, 2, 3! Oh, it won’t come off, will it?”

Oliver: “I’m sorry, but it looks like these handcuffs are no longer coming off.”

Oliver: “Let’s just throw this man in the pig pen.”

Ferris Circus Leader: “…The pig pen…Damn it, damn it!”

Amid the storm of boos from the audience, only the children were cheering.

Kate: “So, what will happen to that guy?”

Harrison: “Victor comes to collect him. Either that or the police will—Either way, he’s going to hell.”

Harrison: “Mission accomplished for now. Good night, Kate.”

Kate: “You too, Harry. Thank you for helping me so much.”

At that moment, I heard multiple footsteps running toward us from behind.

Oliver: “Hey, wait. This guy (Lionel) has something he wants to talk to you about.”

Lionel: “…Big brother, big sister. This.”

Kate: “The key! What happened to it?”

Lionel: “I was hiding it.”

Kate: “…what?”

Lionel: “When I bumped into you, big sister, you were kind to me… that’s why...”

Lionel: “I thought that maybe, somehow, big brother and big sister could help us.”

Harrison: “…Really.”

Lionel: “I’m sorry, it’s my fault—”

Harrison: “You have a good eye for small things.”

Lionel: “…What?”

Harrison: “Yes, you were right to rely on Kate.”

Harrison: “This woman is stupidly good-natured and straightforward…she never abandons anyone.”

(…..Harry.)

Harrison: “There are many things that can’t be done in this world. But…”

Harrison: “Remember that there are people like Kate. This will surely be an inspiration for you in the future.”

Harrison: “…Ah, I’ll remember it. We’ll continue to do our best and continue the circus.”

Kate: “I see. Well then, I’m looking forward to seeing another wonderful show.”

Lionel: “Who are you two? Heroes of justice?”

Children: “Okay, it’s the police!”

Harrison: “Not quite.”

Harrison: “Just a villain.”

We sat on the bed in his room and unlocked the handcuffs.

Kate: “It came off… that’s good.”

Harrison: “Does that mean the case is solved? Or does it mean something is wrong?”

Kate: “Well…both. I’m glad the case was solved, and Harry, you won’t be bothered by me anymore, right?”

Harrison: “You said earlier that you were a nuisance. Why did you think you bothered me?”

Kate: “Uh, because every time I didn’t act in sync with you, you looked down….”

Harrison: “So that’s why….It was.”

Kate: “…?”

Harrison: “That was, um…”

Harrison: “…”

Harrison: “I just looked down and laughed.”

Harrison: “…The way you moved in the exact opposite direction to me was so cute.”

My heart skipped a beat at Harry’s unexpected words.

Harrison: “…what’s with that face?”

Kate: “Uh…. It was just so unexpected, I guess.”

Harrison: “You’re such a…”

Harrison sighed and then smiled, taking it all in.

Harrison: “…Kate. As you said, we are complete opposites.”

Kate: “That’s my line. Right now, I’m just thinking about your feelings, Harry.”

Harrison: “But…”

Harrison: “That’s why I like you.”

Kate: “…”

Harrison: “I could see that you were a different person from me, and I started to love you rather a lot.”

I find it endearing that Harry is so blunt.

(I see. I tried my best to be just like Harry, but I couldn’t.)

(Because, we were attracted to each other precisely because we are different.)

Harrison: “Well, if we were the same person, we’d have nothing but narcissism and self-loathing—woah!”

I interrupt him, unable to resist hugging his neck.

Kate: “I love you too Harry. I love, love, love you because you’re different.”

Harrison: “…”

Harrison: “Pfft, hahaha! I know. I know you like me.”

Kate: “Oh, but I don’t get carried away with different things, do I?”

Kate: “I imagine a lot of what you’re thinking and feeling in the moment.”

Kate: “I love you, Harry, and I want to be with you forever.”

Harrison: “Hmm…Well then, let me think about it.”

Kate: “…?”

Harrison: “What do I want to do with you now?”

Harry’s mint-colored eyes narrowed maliciously, and there was heat in his gaze.

I already know what Harry wants to do in a situation like this.

Kate: “…I don’t know.”

Harrison: “Yeah, that’s a lie. Don’t let me see through your lies just because you’re embarrassed.”

Harrison: “…….See, come here.”

He hugged me by the waist and our lips touched deeply.

Kate: “Nngh…..mmm”

Harrison: “Hey, did you know? Today was the first time I kissed you on the mouth in a while.”

Kate: “Yes, it was….mmmm….”

Harrison: “Hmmm, and I didn’t hold you yesterday. You were in a panic when we were tied up, so I tried to be patient.”

Kate: “Mmm…Harry…I can’t breathe….”

As I was at the mercy of the raining kisses, the tip of my nose rubs against his…

Harrison: “I want to hold you. Do you want me?”

(You’re always vague about important things, but you’re direct at times like this…cunning.)

(…I want you too, Harry.)

Kate: “…Me too. I also….want to.”

Harrison: “… If you look at me like that, I won’t be able to be kind.”

Kate: “…look like what?”

Harrison: “Like it’s okay to do whatever I want.”

Harrison: “I mean, I’m pent up and I’m not going to go easy on you tonight.”

Harry lays me on the bed, picking up the handcuffs that had fallen. And--.

(…eh?)

Both of my hands were handcuffed.

Kate: “…Why did you put these on?”

Harrison: “Because you thought I was annoyed. Because you were about to put yourself in danger again. And the rest.”

Kate: “Whaa…”

Harrison: “But the main reason is… I want to see all the different sides of you.”

Harry grinned and his fingertips slipped into my blouse, tickling my skin.

Kate: “Ngh……”

Harrison: “I got excited thinking about touching you wearing these, you’ll show me your cute face won’t you?”

Harrison: “Kate…. Tonight, let me do a lot of mean things to you.”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Premium End | Epilogue

#ikemen villains #ikevil #ikemen villains translation #ikevil translation #harrison gray #ikevil harrison #ikevil harrison gray #ikemen villains harrison #ikemen villains harrison gray

55 notes · View notes

berberriescorner · 1 year

Note

No way rios precious daughters aren’t all daddy’s girls(much to y/n’s dismay)

Yes! You love seeing how he is with them. I’m picturing at least three girls. He’s outnumbered and deals with different personalities/age ranges.

Your oldest is almost a preteen and already boy crazy. In fact all three of them have their own little crushes at the moment.

Daddy, how old do I have to be before I can start dating? Your smile grows wide, as Rio’s eyes damn near pop out. He hears you snicker and mugs you. Shrugging your shoulders you join in, “Yes, daddy? How old does our sweet girl have to be,” you question smirking. “You have your whole life to worry about boys, darlin’. Focus on those books.” Your daughter huffs, “so basically never?” Rio chuckles, “I knew you were smart.” She huffs and walks away. You kiss your teeth, “you can’t stop her from growing up, Rio.” He gripes back, “I’m not.” Rolling your eyes, you finish, “hold on too tight, and we’ll be grandparents by the time she’s sixteen.” Rio gets the last word, “she’ll be a single mother then. Baby daddy won’t be here long enough to experience fatherhood. The OG got little baby though. Grandfathers make good father figures, do they not,” he smirks.

The middle child is your wild child. She’s big on loyalty and loves protecting her family/friends. Sound familiar? Little Rio in the making. The last parent/teacher conference ended in disaster. Things started off great. She was getting good grades and very respectful. However, she was having a bit of trouble keeping her hands to herself. “So you’re saying my child runs around hitting people on purpose,” you questioned her teacher. All set to apologize for her behavior. You were surprised when the teacher said, “not exactly.” The two of you looked at her, waiting for an explanation. “She tends to be very protective over her friends. Y/C/N has gotten into several fights. We have a zero tolerance policy. No matter who instigates, both children are disciplined.” Rio chuckled sarcastically, “let me get this straight, teach. My daughter’s getting reprimanded for defending people. Is that what you’re telling me, darlin’?” Your husband proceeded to tell the teacher where she could shove her zero tolerance policy. Trying not to laugh in her face, you practically had to drag Rio out of the classroom. Needless to say baby girl had to switch schools.

Then there is your sweet little baby girl. She’s a hustler like daddy. Knows how to sweet talk her way out of trouble. She’s so damn adorable that she has everyone wrapped around her finger. Including her sisters and especially daddy. The two of you had just gotten into it. All thanks to the little finesse queen herself. It started when she asked to watch YouTube on her iPad. “Momma, can I watched Paw Patrol on my pie-pad,” she asked batting her lashes innocently. She knew the answer, but dared to ask anyway. Momma wasn’t falling for that cute little baby face today. “Absolutely not. Remember the conversation we had last night? I told you no iPad today.” Your daughter tried getting you in your feels with a pout and lip quiver. “But, mommyyy.” You replied, “Don’t mommy me, little girl. You did this to yourself. I told you to turn that iPad off and go to bed last night. What did you do? Waited for me to leave and got right back on it. Then had the nerve to play like you were sleeping, when I came to take it from you.” Knowing you were right, she did what any good finesse Queen would do. She waited for you to busy yourself with cooking. Twenty minutes later, the food was ready. You called the girls to the table. “Where’s your baby sister? She’s ignoring me cause she mad, huh?” Your eldest informed you she was with Rio in his office. Supposedly she went in there to color while he got work done. It was cap and you knew it. Heading to his home office to retrieve them both for dinner. You weren’t shocked when you found little shady boots. There she was chilling in her daddy’s lap watching cartoons on his iPad. “Now you know good and well she’s not suppose to be on that. I don’t care if it’s yours, Christopher. No iPad includes anyone else’s. Just for that, neither one of you get dessert. Matter of fact since y’all besties and all. Sleepover in baby girl’s room. Daddy’s going to be sleeping on your floor! Yay!” You cut your eyes at Rio, turning to head back to the kitchen. You grumbled over your shoulder, “dinner is ready come and eat.”

Then there is you. Although you love being a momma to three beautiful girls. Your heart craves more children. “Rio let’s have one more baby.” He looks at you, trying to hold back a smile. “We got a house full already, mama. You sure you want another one?” You reply, “Yes! I want a little boy. You got your daddy’s girls. I want a momma’s boy.” Chuckling, Rio teases, “you feeling left out, mama? Don’t daddy always make time for you?” You tilt your head to the side, crossing your arms. “Boy, stop! I just want another baby. Nobody feeling left out. Come on let’s try for a boy. Please, daddy,” you beg in a baby voice. “You got a mama’s boy. What about Marcus, darlin’?” Your lips poke out, arms still crossed. “I don’t get to keep Marcus though. I have to share him with his momma,” you giggle. Moving closer to him, you wrap your arms around Rio. Standing on your toes, you leave kisses along the side of his neck. Kissing up to his ear, you whisper, “pretty please, daddy? Think of all the fun we could have trying to conceive.” Rio looks around the house, “everybody’s at a sleepover right?” You nod your head yes. “Bring your fine ass on,” Rio groans, dragging you toward the bedroom.

Sorry if this was a bit long. I kind of just ran with it. Hope you like it! I don’t usually do HC’s 😆.

#berberriescorner #berberries asks #i love my mutuals😍#omg i love thissss #asks open #fic inspo #rio good girls #good girls rio #daddy rio #sweet asks #rio x black!reader #rio x woc!reader #rio x reader #rio good girls fanfiction

337 notes · View notes

sanzuus · 9 months

Text

afraid | aki hayakawa

aki hayakawa x reader

aki’s eyes have witnessed the deaths of many. they’ve watched the life drain from humans as they choke out their final words and take their last breath; they’ve looked on while his contracted devils kill their own kind in exchange for various debts. and though he tries desperately to avoid feeling sorry for himself, he can’t help but wonder why he was cursed with this life – the tragic murder of his family, the cycle of making friends just to be hit with their untimely demise, losing partner after partner. aki is still human, so he still grieves and feels and cries. to say he’s gotten used to death isn’t to say he’s become numb to it.

for that reason, aki knows the one loss he would never be able to handle is yours.

you’re a devil hunter too, and a damn good one. regardless, your skill was simply not enough to prevent him from regulating your devil-involvement. it wasn’t that he doubted your abilities or that he considered you weak. truthfully, aki was just scared. terrified, even. you were strong and he knew that; he was the weak one because he loved you more than life itself.

you loved him too, you loved him so incredibly much. but you could never understand why it seemed like he was always looking down on you. he’d chase after himeno blindly in the depths of hell but would scold you if you followed.

“do you think i’m weak?” you finally crack one night, asking the question you’ve let dance around your head for far too many months now. you feared the answer but more than that you feared never knowing.

it takes aki a moment to register your words because he can’t even believe he’s just heard “weak” and you in the same sentence. his intentions were always pure - merely an overwhelming desire to protect you which made him request you be left out of the more dangerous devil encounters. but despite his intentions, he curses himself for making you feel like you were less than capable. after his moment of shock, aki manages to answer your question with perhaps too much feigned ignorance. “why would you think that?”

“aki, please don’t act like you don’t know what i’m talking about,” you sigh, repositioning yourself onto your side so that you can properly read his face. “you don’t allow me to get involved with certain devils, and if i try, i’m lectured by kishibe the next day about interfering with jobs i’m not apart of.”

“baby…” he murmurs. “you’re not weak at all.”

“then why do you treat me like i am? how can i call myself a devil hunter if there’s restrictions on which devils i can hunt?”

you aren’t quite sure when you became so emotional over the topic, but for some reason your voice slightly falters towards the end. the thought of your beloved boyfriend viewing you as a weak little doll in need of his protection and sheltering just made you feel pitiful. aki notices, too, the way your eyes glisten from tears threatening to spill and he kisses his thumb before lifting it to wipe them away before they can fall.

“you’re the strongest person i know, y/n, stronger than me. but i can’t bare the thought of losing you. anything i can do to lessen that possibility – i’ll do it,” aki says, ending his statement with the softest kiss to the top of your head. you’re strong and you’d fight every devil in the world if he’d let you, but his heart is too weak for that.

it’s not like you don’t worry for aki as well, because you do every day. his abilities are incredible and he’s not afraid to form even the most daunting of contracts, but after seeing so many lives lost, you can’t help the thought from crossing your mind more than once. you wanted to protect him in the same way he’s always protected you, because even the strongest man can break sometimes. “as if i’d let you get rid of me.”

“i know,” he half-smiles. “but i’m still terrified.”

aki hayakawa, the epitome of strength in your eyes, was scared. scared because of you. scared because he knows all too well that when you have something precious, it’s only a matter of time before it is cruelly stolen. he wouldn’t let that happen to you. his life had become too entangled with yours for him to ever return to singularity. the mornings he spent relishing in the feeling of your head against his chest, tendrils of hair framing your face so perfectly, the nights he spent listening to you detail every single aspect of your future together, all of it had become routine for aki and he didn’t dare imagine breaking it.

“it’s okay to be scared. but i’d rather die by your side than live knowing i could’ve been there to save you.”

at this, aki stiffens and his immediate reaction is to lift your chin with his thumb and forefinger so your eyes meet his. the weight of his next words is far too important to him. “i won’t let you die for me,” he says, as stern as he can be with you staring at him so sweetly.

“maybe you won’t. but you know i still would,” you respond just as firmly and aki knows he can’t try to argue with you. not when your fingers are tracing odd shapes and figures onto his torso so carefully, not when you look so pretty with your hair sprawled everywhere and your expression so serious yet gentle.

“yeah,” he accepts, unwinding his arm from your body to reach for the pack of cigarettes and lighter always left on the bedside. “my dumb baby.”

aki sits up so his bare back is pressed against the bedframe, lighting the poison stick before bringing it to slightly parted lips. all too quickly, he’s startled by sudden movement, and before he can utter a word, you’re straddling his waist and plucking the cigarette right from his lips.

“’m not the dumb one when you’re putting poison into your body. it’s a bad habit, aki,” you chide, rolling your eyes before handing it back to him. you’re aware it’s pointless to continue reprimanding him for it, but you’ll keep doing so all the same. to him, being a devil hunter is plenty more deadly than smoking; that doesn’t mean he’d ever let you do it, though.

“you’re right,” he agrees, “i’m sorry. and i’m sorry i made you feel weak, you know i’d never --” the words are cut short by your lips on his, welcoming the familiar taste of spearmint and smoke. almost instinctively, your hands find their way into his soft black locks. you love nights with aki because it’s one of the only times he’ll let his hair down, and oh how you love tangling your hands through it. one slight tug is all it takes to drive him wild, you know that all too well, and he feels the sly smile cross your lips upon hearing his muffled moan.

“love you so much,” you manage to get out in the few milliseconds that you part from each other, but trying to say anything else would be futile because aki won’t allow more than a moment of space between you. the cigarette still sits between his fingers, all but forgotten, and he wonders if that was your plan.

“i’ll always be helplessly in love with you,” aki admits, finally pulling away and granting you a second to catch your breath. “i’d die for you, too. over and over again if i had to.”

you couldn’t be sure if this meant aki would retract his previous requests of makima and kishibe, but at the very least you knew how deeply loved you were by aki hayakawa. the man you regarded as the very definition of strength was so very weak for you, and you could never be mad at that.

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

106 notes · View notes

tonaken · 2 years

Text

｡ﾟ･ thinking of Geto dreaming about you...

I imagine Geto, this really nice, suave, charismatic workmate of yours. He follows the unwritten code of business attire, but his man bun and earrings are a nice touch that teeter on the edge. You’re in advertisement anyways, he says, it’s not that serious of a field.

He’s an excellent worker too. He’s good at what he does, always leaving a good impression on his superiors and on the higher ups. A very good asset for the company. A keen mind ready to catch the wants of the people and a lopsided smile that never fails to pull in potential clients.

Luckily for you, you tend to be in the same team for projects. Working with him is always an assured success; he’s just smart like that. And it’s always enjoyable too. He brings that light hearted banter that somehow always makes the load easier to bear, even if you’re working overtime, hunched over your cluttered desk, in the empty office.

His eyes have always looked cunning. Thin, sharp, inscrutable. It’s never truly clear what goes through Suguru’s mind, but the balanced duality is attractive. Likeable and mysterious: never overly exposing himself, never too serious.

It’s funny how one day all that flies out the window, and your jaw hits the floor, almost rattling from the suddenness. He just breathes it out, in between sips of his pipe-hot green tea. He graces you with his beautiful side profile as he admits to his impure thoughts, jokingly chastising himself for letting himself go and just blurting it out. He looks down at the fuming tumbler, he smirks at himself.

“I dreamt about you.”

It may be easily misinterpreted. You do work together a lot. You are indeed work friends. You do meet outside work, the few times you find the time to do so. It doesn’t seem impossible to have slipped into his subconscious, popping up in some random late-night fiction of his mind.

But, in one way or another, his tone leaves no room for doubt. Maybe what seals the deal is the silence that comes after his statement, heavy yet carefree. Or his little smile, one of the many telltale signs of his amusement.

Oh, he means it like that.

His eyes are trained anywhere except on you. He probably sees this as nothing major, an innocent admission of guilt; he does seem to be careless like that below the surface. Or maybe, just maybe, this is a confession and under his smug face, he’s shaking from the dread of rejection. But they’re all speculations, nothing you can know for sure. Unless you ask.

And you do. His smile widens and his lip gets tugged on by his teeth. He’s in difficulty, but his pride doesn’t allow him to show you, it’s too precious to ignore and it’s all he has, now that he’s exposed before you.

A confession or a love declaration?

The question hangs in the silence, and even if he looks entertained by it, he’s trying to find a way out of this hole he dug himself in.

Damn you and that bright brain of yours; this was probably light work for you, wasn’t it? You don’t know, but you saw right through him. His dark aura and foxy smiles didn’t help, not in the face of someone like you.

It’s twisted, but he can’t bring himself to admit his shortcoming, it’s too hard for him. So he keeps leading you on, maybe replying back with a snarky question of his own, or even getting back at you for asking such a salacious question, as if his wasn’t worse.

He fights even if he knows he’s going to lose, but for a reason he himself tries to understand, he doesn’t exactly mind. Deep down, he hopes that your doubt becomes conviction and that you’ll understand, all on your own.

Reblogs and comments are appreciated!

MASTERLIST | TAGLIST

｡ﾟ･Tags_ @nanaminshousewife @gunnedrobin @butterfliesroses @berranurates @justcallmebc @ochakoakabane @mykuronekome @sftbunnyy @dassmyname your husband is here

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto smut #jjk imagines #jjk x you #geto suguru smut #geto x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #geto suguru x you

340 notes · View notes

oh-miniso · 1 year

Text

WHITE, GOLD & BLUE || TRIGUN STAMPEDE

PAIRING: VASH X MERYL

°☆° warning: interchaning use of names - Vash & Eriks, characters may seem occ, slight angst, not proofread

⚠ do not copy, edit or repost in any other platform

hearts & reblogs are appreciated <3

When Meryl found Vash in a dingy small town, he was unrecognizable with long unkempt hair hiding his face and hollow eyes and no sign of his usual 1000 watts smile or his signature prosthetic and red coat. This man was Vash yet at the same time he wasn't. Lina told her the man was called Eirks.

But it wasn't just Vash who has changed. Meryl was worlds away from her self before JuLai. She no longer donned her white ensemble with blue beret and gold earrings. Now 2 years later, she was all dull and camouflage tones, replacing her precious gold earrings with thin silver ones. Meryl was no longer the young, wild blood chasing after the Humanoid Typhoon but a survivor and fighter - Derringer Meryl.

The first time Vash or rather Eriks saw her in the pub, he felt something was wrong with her person though he couldn't figure out what or why. Lina told him the woman was a journalist working for the Bernardelli News Agency. Try as he might Eriks was unable to tear his eyes away from her form, still searching for faults he couldn't find but subconsciously knew where there. It was only when Lina called him away for lunch that Eriks unwillingly removed his eyes from Meryl's form.

The next time Eriks saw her was during the night - Meryl was sitting in the far corner scribbling furiously in a notebook with a drink on the table. The scene was achingly familiar. Vash remembered white clothes and a blue beret. The face of the owner of the clothes was blurry but the memory brought a small wave of melancholy. He felt he had forgotten someone dear to him.

The next few days Eriks kept observing Meryl from his spot in the pub as she went about her day. He noticed a few things about her:

She was small but ferocious with a determined gaze He wondered what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of her gaze

She kept her notebook on her person at all times and would flip through the pages frequently

She carried around a derringer as if it was an old friend

Whenever she caught him staring, a forlorn smile would grace her face and she'd look away

Dull or nude colours weren't her colors at all

Colors

Dull colors!

That was what was wrong. Those damn colors were setting him off.

With a flame of irritation burning hot, Vash dragged a stunned Merly away to his room, calling for Lina in the process.

"Lina Lina! Bring me my whitest shirt immediately! And my earring. And a blue handkerchief too."

These dull clothes would have to go.

Right now!

Turning to Meryl while frantically pawing at her clothes he told her, "Ms. Stryfe please stop squirming. I'm irritated enough as it is." This made Meryl squirm even more. "Who the hell tries to strip someone and expects them to take it peacefully?" shouted Meryl though it was ignored by a determined Vash.

The moment Vash heard Lina outside his room, the ripped the door off and snatched the clothes rather rudely Lina thought and resumed his mission of getting Meryl out of her clothes and into the white shirt. Off came those silver earrings next to be replaced with his single golden hoop. He regretted not having any blue hat so he made do with a headscarf of sorts as well as he could with one hand.

With the ensemble finally complete, Vash calmed down and stood beside Lina to appraise his work on a flabbergasted Meryl.

"Yes. White, gold and blue. These are your colors. Not those damned dull ones. Please never wear them again. I beg you. I don't remember you yet but I beg you. Please!" His voice cracked at the end and he rushed to envelop Meryl in a tight embrace - a silent promise to not let go.

Meryl Stryfe was White - Innocence & Simplicity.

Meryl Stryfe was Gold - Compassion & Courage.

Meryl Stryfe was Blue - Stability & Trust.

Meryl Stryfe was Vash the Stampede's Home.

#trigun #trigun stampede #vash x meryl #high noon at july #fluff #vashmeryl #fluff oneshot #vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #tristamp

65 notes · View notes

rosesinbloom7love · 11 months

Text

Idea Prompt

I know i’m pretty late to the punch and the month is almost over, but I want to do something for Mermay while I still have the chance.

I haven’t thought of the full details, but the basic premise is that Naofumi is a Marine biologist working in a marine research center.

One day, when Naofumi arrives to work, he finds the place in an absolute frenzy.

One of the research teams that had just come back from a month-long sea expedition made a huge discovery. They apparently had discovered a real life mermaid and brought it back with them to study it.

Of course, Naofumi didn’t believe it at first. Mermaids weren’t real! They’re just fairytales, legends, myths! A made up creature to entertain people.

At least, that’s what Naofumi thought until he came face to face with the half-human, half-fish creature swimming around in an enormous tank.

Naofumi damn near passed out on sight.

The mermaid in question had long light-blue hair somehow tied in a thick braid, matching light-blue eyes and white ivory skin. She had fins where the ears would usually be and webbed hands with sharp claws at the end of each finger tip.

of course, the most noticeable feature was her long fish tail. It was dark blue in color with scales that shined like precious sapphires.

However, the research team has been unable to gather any sort of meaningful data on the mermaid due to the subject's increasingly hostile nature.

The mermaid would hiss and claw at anyone that got too close.

Which Naofumi would argue is to be expected since the supposed ‘experts’ thought it would be a good idea to take an animal they know little to nothing about from it’s original habitat to a completely different and unfamiliar one.

It really shouldn’t be a surprise that the mermaid would be less than cooperative.

However, for some strange reason, the mermaid acts docile around Naofumi.

This was noticed by one of Naofumi’s coworkers. The coworker noticed that whenever Naofumi walked past the tank, the mermaid would stare at the human male with a curious look. Sometimes she’d even swim up to the glass to get a closer look.

Thus Naofumi is given the task of taking care of the mermaid and gathering data and the creature.

While looking after the sea creature, Naofumi learned the mermaid could actually understand human speech, but she couldn’t speak it.

So, Naofumi ended up helping the mermaid learn to speak it. It’s through this teaching that Naofumi learns the mermaid’s name is Therese.

Naofumi attempted to teach Therese his name, but she only managed to say the first part of his name and ended up calling him, “Nao”. It was cute though.

One day, while Naofumi is closing up for the night after everyone else has left, he decides to say goodnight to Therese. The biologist had grown quite fond of the mermaid over the past few months.

However, upon reaching Therese’s tank, Naofumi finds an unknown man standing in front of the tank.

The man had red hair and was wearing a loose shirt and a pair of pants.

When Naofumi calls out to him, the man turns to face the biologist revealing his handsome face with deep crimson eyes.

Naofumi demands to know who the man is and how he got in the facility without any sort of clearance.

The man simply ignores Naofumi’s questions and smiles, before introducing himself as L’arc.

L’arc thanks Naofumi for taking great care of his mate, but he’d like to take her back home now.

-----------

That all I got for now, but that’s pretty much the gist of it.

I haven’t thought of what kind of mermaid Therese is, but I was thinking of making L’arc a cecaelia (a mermaid/merman with the lower body of a octopus or squid). I can’t tell you why, I just like the idea.

#the rising of the shield hero #TheRuFumi #Mermaid Au #Prompt Idea

23 notes · View notes

prttydolls · 2 years

Note

Hello, Idk if your request are open atm, but I saw this tiktok and I was wondering if you could do an Draco x Reader, where during the battle of Hogwarts he can’t find you so he gets a little worried but once he sees that your okay he waits for u to come home every night after the war? (Sorrry if that doesn’t make any sense but I hope you get what I mean, if you can’t do it that’s fine too! 😅)

Come back to me (draco malfoy)

a/n ➪ Hope you enjoy and reblogs are welcome <3 thank u my dear mooties for helping me choose the ending! :) sorry if this is disappointing

warning(s) ➪ mentions of being missing, and war, death, children.

pairing ➪ draco malfoy x reader

The war was finally over.

The dark lord was finally dead, that means no more hiding.

All witches and wizards could live in peace, without a worry in the world.

Death eaters whom were forced were now free.

The reign of voldemort was finally over.

Draco quickly stood up from his hiding spot and hastily trying to find (yn), a few nights before the war they broke into a huge fight because "draco wasn't spending anytime with (yn)" and she suspected he was cheating.

He knew what he did was stupid, pushing her away. But he had to since if he didn't, she'd be caught up in all the problems caused by his father.

He ran through the castle, he saw other people finding their loved ones and hugging them. He wanted to be like them, he wanted to hug (yn) and never let go of her.

“(yn)? (YN)?!” he Screamed through the corridors, right now his parents were probably finding him. He couldn't give a damn, all he wanted was his girlfriend.

Panic rushed through dracos blood, he already searched the castle head to toe, he couldn't find her.

He stopped his tracks and saw the most precious thing in the world, her ring— or to be excact his ring on the rough ground.

(yn) never took off the ring, because she somehow felt safe whenever she wore it.

And it was the first time draco saw it without (yn) ʼs finger.

No.. It can't be..

Dracoʼs eyes slowly formed tears, she was gone.. She was dead now.. Draco kneeled down and sobbed “NO! She can't be dead! She's-she's just missing! R-right?!” his cries drew attention, other students and proffesors felt bad for him.

Now he was nothing without her.

Years passed, draco waited each night for her to come back to him, each time he did she never came back.

He felt so empty without her, he felt like he was missing his soul and heart. Only his body was making his alive til this day.

Draco moved out from his parents manor, and got a job as an auror. His parents begged him to move on, but he declined each attempt they did, he just couldn't move on knowing that she's still probably alive.

He sat down his dinning table alone, he looked at his surroundings it was so empty. He imagined if (yn) was still alive or with him right now, probably the both of them had kids and a happy fairy tale.

He cried for the 3rd time today, he really missed her. He can't do it anymore without her, he missed her hair, her voice, her body, her presence just her in general.

“(yn) please.. Come back.. Wherever you are please.. Just come back to be I miss you.” he sobbed while drinking the bottle of wine, chugging it down his throat.

He just can't do it anymore, he needed her.

The next day, he woke up with the biggest head ache. He didn't wanna go to work for today, but he had to since he had nothing to do anyways.

He stood up from the dining table and casted a spell to clear the table. He had been doing this by himself since he didn't want any elves.

He went to the bathroom and stared at the mirror longingly, he looked like a mess. For a second he saw (yn) at the back hugging him and smiling at him in the mirror.

His eyes widened and he quickly splashed water all over his face, he took a look at the bathroom once more she wasn't there.

He sighed and went on with his day after that, he did his usual routine close the door and lock it, go to work, and go home.

On the way to work he tried to ignore the thought of (yn) out of his mind, he kept repeating "She's gone, she's dead already."

Those words kept repeating until he accidentally bumped into someone.

“Oh-my gosh! I'm so sorry mr—” dracos heart dropped it was her voice. “Mister...” (yn) looked at draco as if he was a ghost.

No.. This can't be real (yn) is dead.... Is she?..

Draco wanted to hug her and never let go, but he just can't.. He doesn't believe that she's real.

“mommy! I got my candies now! We can go to grandpapa and grandmama!” a younger blonde with platinum hair like draco excitedly babbled and ran over to the girl on the ground. “oh hi baby!” (yn) smiled at the small blonde.

“(yn)? Oh my god I- I thought you died?” draco helped (yn) up and asked. “draco.. I- uhm I didn't.. How are you?” she replied.

I'm not fine, I miss you so much. I need you, please come back I can't sleep I've been getting nightmares about how you could've died.

Draco thought, but all he said was ; “I'm fine, how about you? Who's the kid?” gosh he felt so disappointed, she already moved on. “oh... he's yours..” She responded, draco's eyes widened, that little guy that's been eating candies behind them was his?..

“h-he's mine?”

. . . .

“please answer me (yn)..is he really mine?” he asked once more.

“yes.. draco he's your's.. before the war started I found out I was pregnant.” she said, she looked so embarrassed but draco didnt care he missed her voice so much.

Before she could say a word he hugged her pulled her and her child onto the child and draco hugged her for the first time in 5 years.

“im— I... I miss you so fucking much (yn).. I'm so sorry for pushing you away like that... Just please take me back” he pleaded.

“Ofcourse ill take you back, and I forgive you dray..” She looked so Inlove with him like she used to be back at hogwarts.

“may I kiss you?” draco asked for consent lovingly, she just nodded and slammed her lips onto his.

Scorpius saw them kissing and he looked disgusted. “ewiie! mommy?! That's gross eww” he said and imitating throw up sounds.

Draco and (yn) chuckled at the boy, they both kneeled down at scorpius height. “baby, this is your daddy.” (yn) introduced. “oh? Your my daddy!!” scorpius excitedly hugged the taller blonde.

Draco felt a new feeling he hadn't felt since before the war, love. He didn't feel empty anymore.

alternative ending! :) skip if you don't want angst.

Draco couldn't take it, he decided to try to go to readers old home. He hoped that she was still there, and if she isn't he'll just ask where she is.

He apparated to the old loft home that (yn) once lived in, he took a minute to knock on the door and when he did he finally breathed.

When the door was opened, it was her parents who opened it. He half expected it would be her, but hey atleast the door opened.

“Oh, draco.. What a pleasant suprise what do you need?” (mothers name) greeted, this was it draco ask her were is (yn).

“hello Ms. (yln), I was just wondering where is (yn)?”

The parents faces turned white at the mention of her name, (yn)ʼs father sighed heavily. “she— she passed away during the war.”he said with a small sad smile.

“ she-she passed?” draco asked, his heart dropped she was really dead, he can't believe it.

They both nodded at his reply, “oh.. okay thank you have a good day..” draco thanked them and left the house, no.

No, no, no, NO!

She was really dead, and now he had to face it but he can't. He can't live knowing that (yn) wasn't even alive anymore.

All he had to do was to face it.

taglist ➪ @dracoslittleangel @imabee-oralizard @f4iryluvy @lilytoyourjames @siriusblackstwin @thehalfbloodedwitch @grandnerdsharkduck @bigpoppajes @blackthunder137

#draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco lucius malfoy #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #draco fanfiction #draco fic #draco fluff #— {🐚} her work's !

171 notes · View notes

vespersposts · 1 year

Text

Princess

Happy Valentine's Day to all! 💕

✨I wish you all the best with this story about Taiga to celebrate my friend @asunflowerana and her wonderful − 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉 event that brought me so much joy. ✨

Guess who my secret admirer was? Taiga himself! 💌

I send you a big hug, Vesper

-> Valentine's Masterlist 💕

-> more knb stories here 🏀

💣PPS: I apologize in advance for any grammatical and/or spelling mistakes, English is not my first language (bear with me!).

➿Genre: fluff, slice of life, one shot.

all images are from the movie 'Une femme mariée ' -> (Jean-Luc Godard, 1964)

Taiga had tried hard not to fall in love with you, had really tried to ignore your gentle ways, your figure soft in all the places he liked best and your eyes, so bright as they intercepted his when he lingered to look at you. He'd even made a list of all the things he found irritating about you, put off by the disappointment of not having you in his arms during those nights that seemed endless.

Too bad he now felt like a zombie, and he probably even looked like one, given your puzzled expression when you had greeted him at the campus cafeteria. He was tired, numb and hungry, three of the worst conditions for doing what he had put off for too long: confessing his feelings to you.

To make things worse, he was afraid that all this tiredness would make his feelings for you even more obvious. When you were around, he never managed to say anything intelligent or meaningful, just grunted half-answers and quickly changed the subject, expecially when the conversation turned to romantic matters. This made him even more insecure, because he didn't even know what your type was; if you had one.

How could a guy like him, who was only good at sports, be your type?

Princess, that's what he would have called you in his private conversations with the boys on the basketball team, if he hadn't been afraid of being teased to death. Too bad you were indeed rare and precious in his eyes, and worthy to rule the law, especially in the realm of his heart.

"How pathetic!" he huffed, drawing your attention away from the phone.

"It is" he heard you nod " But, on the bright side, if we order the Valentine's menu we get free strawberry cake! Looks delicious, doesn’t it?" you asked, showing him your phone screen, where the red and white cake stood out.

You were the one who looked delicious, according to him.

“Whatever, any extra large menu will be fine, go get your damn cake!" he replied, earning a smile and a pat on the head in gratitude.

How could he ignore how much he adores you, when such a simple gesture could quicken his pulse? He sighed and leaned his face into his hand, as he watched your figure walk away towards the order totem pole.

What an absolute loser he must have looked in the eyes of everyone watching you!

Not even the kindness of walking you to get your food, not even a compliment, just his stubborn tough guy pose. He was afraid of being hurt, that was the truth. If things didn't go as planned, he couldn't bear to lose you as a friend, but most of all he couldn't bear to see you happy with someone else. It was not possessiveness on his part, but rather further proof of how much he needed you.

"Taiga, you're being particularly weird today! " you inform him as you sit down next to him, a waft of your good scent reaching his nostrils, making it impossible not to think about how much he'd like to take you in his arms and kiss you.

"Not enough sleep, that's all! " he replies boredly, fiddling with the electronic device, deluding himself that squeezing it might speed up the vibration that alerts you that you lunch’s ready.

"What's bothering you? The winter tournament is over, the summer one is far away, your grades are decent..." he hears you sigh, roll your eyes into his and tighten your lips, as if you had just realised something obvious.

Too bad, the only thing he's sure of is that he didn't understand anything, not even why you suddenly offered to go to the counter and get your lunch in person. Maybe you can't even stand his presence anymore, or maybe the damn cake is more interesting than him.

Lunch passes slowly, unusually quiet.

You finally get to the cake, but even that doesn't seem to put you in a good mood. You barely nibble at it with your fork, bringing a few crumbs to your lips, before letting out an exasperated sigh.

"Isn't it good?" the redheaded boy asks you. He sees you shake your head as he takes a generous bite for himself and tastes it, approving its edibility.

"Listen Taiga" your voice catches his attention "I shouldn't tell you because I promised, but I can't see you like this, so listen well : Reiko likes you, stop worrying. Eat your cake and run to her. It's Valentine's Day, nothing can go wrong today!” you state and watch, as he puts another big forkful of cake in his mouth.

What happens next, even Kagami doesn't remember how it happened.

What he does remeber is that the sticky icing on the cake suddenly stops him from breathing, he can't get the cake out of his throat, he can't even cough, he can only feel his lungs beating against his chest in search of air.

Then come your hands on his back, bringing oxygen back to him with quick, rhythmic strokes, taking breath back to him and drawing him close to you. You do not care about his cough, you caress his head and do not lose sight of him until his breathing becomes normal and his cheeks lose colour. What hurts Taiga's heart is to see your shining eyes, your worried face, to feel your hands slowly pull away from his hair.

"Don't do this" his voice pleads, his hands running down your arms, squeezing you so tightly that you are the one who needs air now. You rest your forehead in the hollow of his shoulder and hear him sigh as you confess that you were so scared, that he is still the same old idiot, that you have told him a thousand times that big bites are not only disgusting but dangerous and that you would be lost without him and his ugly face.

Then, you look at him because he calls your name.

"I like you" he says simply, staring at you intensely, "That's why I'm torn, because I like you and I don't know how to tell you!" he finishes, blushing a little.

You blink when you hear these words, thinking you've been dreaming.

Perhaps the lack of oxygen has caused him to suffer a momentary hallucination, perhaps this is a clear sign that you should call for help, or perhaps not, as his large hand caresses your cheek and brings your lips close to his, in a gesture that is at once tender and sensual.

"I want to kiss you, spend my days with you, wake up with you, sleep with you. I want to call you princess, I want everyone to know that you are my princess. Mine and mine alone. Just tell me you want it too" he explains.

“Of course I do, I've always wanted you but I always thought that you… ” you stutter, making him smile.

"Enough talk, come here princess" his deep voice urges you.

His fingers cradle your face, his eyes light up when he sees you nod, his lips welcome yours without hesitation and he gives you the first of a long series of kisses: the same ones that, from that day on, he rewards you with to put up with that cheesy nickname.

#knb x reader #knb oneshot #kagami taiga #knb taiga #kagami x reader #kagamixyou #knb #knb scenarios #knbsliceoflife #knboneshot #kagami fluff #kagamioneshot #taiga kagami #taiga kagami x reader #kagami scenarios #kagami #kagami slice of life

42 notes · View notes

whitechocolatemochaasblog · 2 years

Text

Mukami brothers relationship with Malorie

Ruki

- they are in the same literature class

- but they are not close because he sees her as a competition.

- he knows she is smart, confident, and propably better than him in many ways.

- and his little "man ego" feels so threatened by that (💀)

- but poor Malorie doesn't know that and thinks he is just a person that "struggles to open up to other people" (which is kinda true) while in reality, he just doesn't like her.

- she always says good morning to him with a smile on her face even tough he just straight up ignores her. ( why are you being so mean she is just trying to be nice😩)

- he tries to not say anything bad to her tho because his brothers like her.

Kou

- THEY ARE BESTİESSS !!

- but unlike with Laito and Malorie, Kou and Malorie are GENUİNELY just friends.

- like there is no flirting or "weird sexual tension" or smth like that. they are kind of like platonic soulmates.

- no matter what, he adores her tho ( i mean who doesn't atp tbh )

- they talked with each other about their "past" and their "insecurities"

- he knows that she is a genuine person with a golden heart and hates to see her sad.

- One of the reasons why Ruki cant be mean to her because he knows damn well kou will beat his ass if he finds out his stupid insecure brother made his precious best friend cry 💀

- they love each other so much (in a platonic way) and Malorie is the first person he really trusted after his brothers.

Yuma

- oh my god Malorie is simping for this man bad.

- its not like a "crazy in love" thing but more like a, "highschool crush"

- one time at the mukami household, they were having a bbq night by the fireplace.

- and she started to shiver all of a sudden because it was starting to get cold.

- normally whenever she goes out, she would always bring a coat, or at least a jacket with her just in case but she was so worried that she was going to be late so she rushed out of her house to be in there on time so she just forgot to bring a jacket with her.

- anyway, so when she was cursing to herself for forgetting a jacket, Yuma realized that and said; "ya can come snuggle to me if you are cold"

- when he said that, she was dumbfounded and all she could think about it was: "am i living my Wattpad moment rn?! Omgomgomg skehqoeh" (girl bye lmao💀)

- she said; "well uh, if its not gonna make you uncomfortable, then that would be nice ig" and when Yuma started to hug her with those big arms and all, oh.my.god.

- she felt so comfortable but embarresed at the same time lmao

- and since from that moment, she wants to hug him again so badd

- he thinks she is nice and cute but they are just friends.

Azusa

- ANOTHER ONE WHO İS ALSO A BİG SOFTİE FOR HER !!!

- i mean what can i say at this point even vampire's love Malorie's vibe lol 😩

- Azusa likes to watch her from afar. (Dont worrt y'all this is not another Ayato situation💀)

- whenever he sees her, he wants to start a conversation with her but he is too shy (🥺)

- to him, her presence is really relaxing. And she feels the same about him too

- she thinks he is a quite, calm, sweet boy

- she is his first friend that never bullied her and treated him with pure kindness (i mean those bullies werent even his friends but he just tought that bullying was "natural" within friends) he didnt thank her with words because he is shy but he really appreciates her and tries to show that to her with his actions ( i cant he is so precious 😭)

- Malorie always approaches him with a big smile on her face and that brings some type of comfort in Azusa 🥹

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers oc aesthetic #kanato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #azusa mukami #kou mukami #reiji sakamaki #shu sakamaki #ruki mukami #yuma mukami #mukami brothers #sakamaki brothers

17 notes · View notes

sayakxmi · 4 months

Text

[Magi reread] Night 32: Road to Balbadd

Boy oh boy here we go. I'm genuinely excited.

After Aladdin and Morgiana's ACTIVITIES

You'd have to fight Cassim for that, and, bro, you would not survive fighting Cassim for that.

Magi fandom be like.

There he is, the other half of the Magi fandom. Your man. You have horrendous taste, too.

But damn is he isn't so well written. (Ignoring the Final Arc to an extent)

Hm, I wonder what these are.

Sweet, and also look at Aladdin's face.

Again, sweet, and also pretty sure it was more than two, unless she's talking specifically about herself and Goltas, which, listen, as much as I love my boy, I don't think he did all that much for Goltas.

See, I've told you! People remember Alibaba for his kindness, not being smart or other stuff!

This is still probably one of the most hilarious character introduction ever. This guy is a social genius, a master manipulator, and would one day fuck shit up very badly, but here he is. With a leaf on his crotch. What a legend.

[Henry: hello Adam from the bible]

Live Aladdin and Morgiana reaction.

Bro, you're far too chill about it.

DANGEROUS THING

The lightning makes him look slightly despair-crazy, if you get what I mean.

Look at all these islands we never visit.

Not that we get to see much of it </3

I just think it's cool to point out that grafitti.

This entire chapter is comedy gold. Also, YES, YES YOU ARE.

Ah, there he is. One of my faves <3

Ja'far is not paying himself enough for dealing with Sin's bullshit.

Ja'far talking to him like he's a kid. XDDDDDDD

Protect that smile.

Ha. You fools. You thought I only loved Alibaba. Wrong. I love so many characters in here.

Magi will always have a special place in my heart, because it was the first series I loved so many characters? Usually I just pick my faveTM, and stick to them, but here, they were all so loveable,,, Ja'far is actually one of my faves, probably top 3 with Alibaba and Kouen. Because yes. I love the goat man so much. What a character.

Regrets all his life choices.

This is so cute, actually.

Y'know, I've never really noticed that Masrur is trying to steady him here. They're so precious.

1 - hilarious, 2 - what Ja'far's saying, worrying, 3 - the fact that Sinbad has such a go with the flow attitude. Like, it reads a little different after reading all of Magi & SnB. Like, Sinbad is calm, because it's fine, it's fate.

Ja'far called him out on being a King, lmao, and that's Sinbad's reaction, and I had to put it in here.

-gasp-

But really, it's pretty cool. Is she afraid of Alibaba? Or is she with the Fog Troupe & how the fuck does this kid know the leader, it's bad and I need to report it-

No, fr, it might just be that she's afraid of him, after all, the Fog Troupe might attack them any night, but also I can easily imagine them having some of their people inside, y'know?

#saya's magi reread #magi #aladdin #morgiana #sinbad #ja'far

1 note · View note