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worukin · 1 year
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╭୨୧︰ prince yandere x servant reader
・✦⇢ working as a butler was something you did willingly. after all, serving the royal family earned you lots of coin. and you were such a loyal servant that the prince couldn't help but want to snatch you up for himself.
︰꒰1・ ( warnings ) — slight possessive behaviour, yandere themes, clinginess, pet names, lots of affection, showing y/n off like a trophy.
︰꒰2・ ( notes ) — originally intended to make the yandere a vampire but i wasn't too sure. maybe in the near future? ahh idk. but i do have things planned. anyway, a little something for being absent as i work on bigger drafts! ( word count: insert wc )
( if you are uncomfy with this type of content, kindly block me instead. this was very fun to write hope you enjoy <3 )
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After a long time of working in such a place, you found your way through the maze of hallways covered with odd decor.
Sometimes there would be paintings of people who were nude and it did fluster you quite a bit. Or a statue of an unknown person, maybe even some vases filled with flowers. All to tend to the taste of the Royal family.
Now, you've been here for such a long time now and grown used to The Prince's silly antics. Always asking you to do your chores around his wing. Not that you minded.
"Oh come on Y/n~ Don't you want to rest a bit?" He cooed, laying on his stomach as he watched you with glee. "I apologize your Highness, but doing so would be overstepping boundaries."
He huffed as you continued to dust his room. Wiping the windows, adjusting the curtains, moving the carpet. Oh how cute you were in his eyes. "I wouldn't mind, you are my favourite little servant after all "
Eyes shined with glee when you turned away to hide the fact you were flustered. Such high praise coming from the prince made you giddy. "Please your Highness, picking favourites isn't fair." You sighed.
"Oh darling but you love it!" He exclaimed, a pout forming on his lips. The prince always did enjoy spoiling you with his riches. You hummed— though it was true you reveled at the fact you were his favourite, you weren't happy with it giving you a bigger advantage than the others.
You stepped back from the vase of flowers, cleaning up the roots you cut off. "I'm glad you think highly of me, but this is quite unprofessional." The last thing you would want is being banished by Her Majesty for being with the Prince as a servant and not a noble.
"Is my affections for you not enough? Perhaps I need to be more open." The prince gave a close-eyed smile at the thought of bragging how he had such a catch, a loyal passionate servant like you doesn't come around often.
Your brow lifted. "Open? More open how?" A confused expression formed when all you got in response was a giggle. "My apologies your Highness, I didn't mean to speak so informally."
The prince scoffed. "Oh please, you are my favourite. If anything I'm glad you're relaxed around me to speak like that." Heart swelling just thinking about being informal with you— maybe he could just take you away for himself.
"Awe, wouldn't you enjoy being alone? Just the two of us and away from such a stuffy manor?" He dreamed of waking everyday beside you, instead of waking to the sound of another servant's knocking. You didn't answer.
The loud ring of a bell startled you, reminding you of your duties. "Oh! My apologies your Highness, but I must go now." Hurrying out of his room you uttered another sentence. "Thank you for having such fondness towards me."
He giggled, waving a hand around. "No worries my dear, see you at dinner~" the prince sighed as you left, hearts in the air and in his eyes. "Oh my love, you don't understand at all do you? No matter, I'll lay it to you soon enough."
Various thoughts of hooking his arm around your waist as you attended a ball— everyone in awe at such a pair. Untouchable you both would be, a barrier between you two and everyone else.
He'd leave feverish kisses on your skin to tease and to relish in such jealous stares. That's right, you're his.
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mamayan · 6 months
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★Mouthy☆
Kyojuro Rengoku x GN! Reader
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tw: NSFW • Oral (M) • Praise • Overstimulation • Deep Throating • Marriage
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You stared silently out into the court yard, eyes flicking back and forth like a pendulum.
The autumn air was just becoming crisp, leaves dotted with signs of changing colors, vibrant greens, yellows, oranges, and reds painting the trees. You tightened the blanket draped around your shoulders, keeping in the warmth as you watch Kyojuro and Senjuro dance with their wooden blades.
Despite the cooling temperatures, Kyojuro had forgone his top in favor of flexing his sweat coated muscles.
His younger image likely dressed too warmly, and the one to blame was you of course. He seemed cold this morning, and you’d pushed him to add layers in case he caught a cold. Now you wondered if you accidentally aided in some sort of punishment, Kyojuro’s strikes more harsh than usual as they spare.
Senjuro is no where near his older brother’s level, too cautious and overthinking each little movement until he’s late in reacting. You wince as Senjuro is struck again, though you know Kyojuro withholds nearly all force in favor of tapping his brother to bring awareness to his openings.
Kyojuro looks frustrated though, despite his smile and blazing eyes focused on the training and quality time with his brother, he’s radiating a tension even Senjuro notices.
He’d returned from a mission almost a week ago, having been gone for a month hunting a particularly elusive demon, and he’d been silent. He’d merely come through the door and grasped onto you like a life line, holding you so tight you worried he’d crush you, but staying still and pliant because he needed it.
He’s become more vocal and active as the days went by, refusing to acknowledge your worries when you brought up his shifted behavior.
He’s been placating you for an entire week, but it’s not difficult to see he’s bothered by whatever happened during that month.
He just normally opens up to you.
“Right! Senjuro, practice your stance again, you need to keep your stamina up even when feeling exhausted!” Kyojuro kindly fixes his form, and renews Senjuro’s confidence. He still can’t help but ask, the younger brother more sensitive than the older.
“Brother? Is everything… alright?” Kyojuro’s smile wavers for a fraction, before he’s yanking his lips back up into a familiar smile as he chuckles and lands a pat to Senjuro’s back.
“I’m good! I’m going to train hard too!” It’s as if he’s trying to convince himself, and Senjuro’s face likely matches your own twisting into disbelief.
Ever the patient and respectful child though, the smaller male relents with a small bow, returning to his stances.
Your eyes don’t leave his figure even as he tries to ignore you and walk past to gather his top. He seemed to have forgotten who he left his actual blade with though, the katana resting across your lap as you cock a brow at his sheepish expression as he comes your way now.
“My love, as beautiful and blazing as—,” you cut him off with a raised hand, finger pointed up to the sky as you frown.
“Our room please.” You sigh softly, standing up and leading the way inside while Kyojuro sits to take off his shoes. He quickly catches up, legs carrying him faster as he closes in just at your back, quiet and almost solemn as you slide the shoji open.
Your shared bedroom is neat and tidy, decorated by fine furniture gifted for your wedding and calligraphy drawn by Ubuyashiki-sama and even your father in law Shinjuro himself.
You turn, not moving back even as his close proximity startles you. He’s not giving you any space as you both stand in the doorway. Your eyes flick up, taking in his impassive expression, nearly as flat as Tomioka-san.
It’s not like him in the least, especially if he’s not honest how he’s truly feeling.
His hands are clenched into fists, and you have enough of an idea to figure out your sweet husband is angry.
He’s frustrated and mad at something or himself, and he’s bottling it up.
You reach both hands out, cupping one of his clenched fists to curl around and lift to your lips where you place a chaste yet suggestive kiss on the knuckle.
You tug him into the room, his eyes hot as he stares at you, follows your lead even as you turn him and push him into the chair you use at your vanity. The memories of him learning how to draw your brows at this very spot will last forever, sweetening your heart as you sink down to your knees in front of him.
He looks confused now, brows furrowed and a bit irritated.
“Flame, get off the ground, it’s too cold now to be playing on the floor.” You roll your eyes at his pandering tone, realizing this situation is more dire than you expected. He’s nagging you.
“But if I’m not on the ground, how am I supposed to please you?” You ignore his tone, purring your words seductively as you let your hands smooth up from his knees to his upper thighs.
His eyes widen, mouth parting slight but he’s not objecting as you tug at his pants, happy he’s already bare from the waist up for you.
You’re happy to remain clothed, eyes narrowing in delight as he obeys and slips his belt off and lets his bottoms drop.
You drink in the sight of your husband’s strong muscular thighs, taunt with tension and leading up to his now slightly chubby cock, seeming to awaken with your invitation.
You smirk, slyly looking up at him as he sits back down, eyes hooded but lips still pulled tight into a line. His facial expression is tight, jaw clenched and restrained.
“Do you want this love?” You whisper like it’s a secret between you both, leaning your torso into his lap as you let one hand palm his warm growing erection, aiding in the blood flow and you curl your fingers around it and pump him languidly. “Do you want me to use my mouth and kiss it better?” You’re soft and gentle as you leave wet kisses across his thighs, eagerly sliding in between his thighs he spreads for you, letting you come closer and kiss the soft tip of his now engorged rod. His scent is musky and earthy, his sweat and earlier workout only making it more noticeable as you rub your thighs together greedily.
“Or…” he groans as you lick from the base to the tip, swirling your tongue around his frenulum and lavishing it with saliva to trickle down.
You move back down to his inner thigh, looking up as he stares down with flushed features, smile dripping honey just for him.
“Would you rather fuck my mouth and use me?” You bite deep into his thigh, his sharp hiss and flinch almost violent as he jerks, one hand twisting into your hair and jerking you up and off the abused flesh from between your teeth. “Fuck—!” He growls furiously, face twisted into a grimace as he eyes you with a dangerous gleam.
“You’re asking for it flame,” his tone is dark and no none sense despite the tight smile on his face.
And with your own mischievous smile, you nod, agreeing.
“I am.”
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He grunts, a deep groan vibrating in his chest as he drinks in the sight of you on your knees before him. Each gurgle and gag punctuated by a wet slap and squelch as he sinks into your warm little mouth, cock twitching as he grips your face with both hands and works his hips deeper. “You’re doing so good firefly,” he’s delirious and overstimulated, cock aching for rest like your tear and cum stained face was. He couldn’t stop, you wouldn’t let him, every time he pulled out after coming down your throat or on your pretty face, your lips and hands would chase him and have him hard again too quickly. The desperation and affection you seemed determined to shower him with driving him to the brink of madness. His hips bucked, pushing down your sore burning throat as he moans, huffing as he notices the room became humid with the heat radiating off you both. His glutes burn too, muscles straining from his earlier workout and now this, sensitive tip still eagerly bullying into your mouth as your tired tongue moves to lick and cheeks hallow to suck.
Drool and cum mix around your lips and drip down your chin onto your nice kimono, but he can’t find it in himself to care, captivated by the erotic image of you covered in his release. He knows you’re tired, smaller hands digging into his thigh for purchase and he uses your face like a sex toy, titling your head a little to the left to rub at the inside of your cheek as his hips spasm in pleasure.
“Yes— ah, just like that and I’ll cum again, but you’d like that won’t you?” He’s normally never this rough and unyielding, always so careful with you like your porcelain he could shatter. His eyes are hazy and lustful, so transfixed by the sight of you swallowing his cock it left him breathless as he works towards another release.
“Do you want to taste me little flame? Or should I paint this pretty face again?” With his thumb he smears some still wet cum from earlier across your cheek, tapping his dick through the skin and moaning as you suckle greedily, teary eyed and pupils blown as you stare up at him. He chuckles, “In your mouth then,” he hisses, chills nearly forcing him to his knees shooting down his spine as his balls draw tight and he comes, groin pressing up against your nose, public hair tickling and distracting as he twitched and spurts his load down your throat.
He holds for just a second longer than usual, letting you cough and gag before he pulls out and yanks your face up.
“Open for me,” he orders gently, grinning as you do and show you swallowed every drop.
“So good for me,” he coos, leaning down and filling your mouth with his own wiggling muscle, as if to ignite your arousal higher with his filthy kiss. When he pulls back, he catches the string of saliva connecting you both for a second, feeling his cock twitch again as he drinks in your swollen puffy lips, where his cock had been between just moments ago.
Where he wants to be again now.
He tries to step back, give you space to think and breathe, but you just crawl closer again. Pressing your lovely face up against his thigh, begging him to slip his cock back into your awaiting mouth.
“Kyo~” your hoarse tone is so sexy he almost moans, loving how it’s all because of him.
“Take a break for me firefly, I need you awake tonight. I need to apologize to you—tsk, really?” Your hair is once again caught and pulled tight, his face scrunching in irritation and disbelief as he looks as the visible bite mark now resting freshly renewed on his inner thigh.
“Fine little flame, but don’t cry to me later,” he grits his teeth, cock already hard as he taps the tip against your closed smiling lips.
“Open that pretty mouth, I’ll show you why biting there isn’t nice.”
You do, with glittering eyes matching his own now, you open nice and wide as he works his thick rod back into your throat while your eyes roll back in bliss.
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You awake the next morning a bit achy, jaw and throat sore but as your eyes flutter open, the soft smile of your husband greets you.
“Good morning my love,” he’s holding a tray, tea and breakfast present. “I thought this might help ease the soreness… would you like to eat?” Your heart warms, smile blossoming as he matches yours now, happiness radiating off him.
You both enjoy a lazy breakfast in bed together, chatting of this and that, until you’re both laying down, heads turned to look at one another.
He looks away, frowning for a moment, but seeming to steel himself as he looks back to you.
“I’d like to talk now…” your hand brushes his, his fingers quick to snag yours as he intertwines them.
You listen, even if his words bring sorrow and pain, because you’re content to share with him in everything.
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mintpurrfect · 9 months
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⩇:⩇⩇ — Menace
⤿synopsys﹕seong taehoon is an absolute menace, always annoying the hell out of you. it's his way of showing his love, but he'd rather jump off a building than admit it though.
⤿character﹕ seong taehoon x gn!reader
⤿genre﹕fluff
⤿warning﹕cursing, bad grammar and typos
⤿note﹕It's been awhile! Here's some Taehoon stuff which had been sitting in my drafts for some time that I just finished a few minutes ago. 890 words | not proofread.
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Taehoon was walking around the YHC's office, trying to find anything that would get rid of his boredom. He didn't have anything else to do as he had just finished his training.
His eyes wandered around before stopping at a wooden door across the room. He mindlessly walked towards the door and opened it.
There, he saw you sitting on a chair in front of a desk, seemingly writing something.
Walking towards you, Taehoon had decided that you're the one to ease his boredom. He took out an unoccupied chair from beside you and placed it really closely to where you are before sitting on it, body facing towards you.
You stayed quiet even after noticing his presence, too busy with jotting down ideas flowing through your head.
Taehoon watched you for a while, observing you. How your eyebrows knit together in deep thought, how your eyes seem to light up whenever a new idea comes to mind or even how your lips form into a small pout when you aren't satisfied with what you wrote.
You were getting uncomfortable with the way his eyes were watching you intently.
With a sigh, you dropped your pencil and glanced at him, "What do you want?"
"I'm bored."
You rolled your eyes before continuing to your previous task, "Go train or something."
From your peripheral vision, you could see how he inched closer to you but you didn't make any move to scoot away, "I'm already done training."
"Why'd you come here of all places?"
"I wanted to annoy you."
How very blunt of him. You rolled your eyes again, making up your mind to just ignore him and pretend that he's not there. After all, ignorance is bliss.
Well, that was your plan until he decided to be a total menace.
"What's that supposed to be? Duck?"
"It's "crack", Taehoon." You replied, trying hard not to break the pencil you're holding in half but he's just making it hard for you not to do so.
"Mallow?" He mumbled,
You let out a deep sigh, "It's "mirror", those are "R's" not "L's", gosh... "
You're trying your best to contain your annoyance and focus on writing but the man, either oblivious to your frustration or just doesn't care, most likely the latter, spoke once more, "Your handwriting sucks,"
"You suck." You retort earning an amused look on Taehoon's face.
"Your insults are just as bad as your penmanship."
'I swear to god, if you don't shut up, I'm going to stab you with this pencil-'
Curses after curses flood your mind but you refrain yourself from snapping and held back. Nothing good comes out with arguing with the guy.
Realising that you won't respond, he let his eyes wander once again. Taehoon then fixated his brown eyes towards your hair.
After contemplating for a few minutes, he decided to raise his hand and brush his fingers through your hair.
Feeling the gentle touch, you momentarily stop writing to register what was happening.
Taehoon was playing with your hair, watching closely how it moves as he twirled it around his fingers.
You just decided to ignore him and continue on with what you were doing. You started scribbling on your notebook, your messy handwriting filling up the page.
A few minutes have passed and you're finally done. Taehoon was still somehow playing with your hair, he didn't even speak once after he had started.
You slightly tilt your head towards his direction, raising an eyebrow when you noticed how he was zoning out while absentmindedly twisting a few strands of your hair into his index finger.
Taehoon felt your stare and finally snapped out of his thoughts. His auburn (?) eyes turned towards yours. He didn't speak and just continued to stare into your eyes. Without warning, he leaned in closer to your face without breaking eye contact.
You felt your heart skip a bit but managed to put on an unbothered facade. You're sure that if you gave any ounce of flustered reaction, he won't stop teasing you about it.
But gosh, did his lips look so tempting right now.
Your eyes subconsciously trailed down towards his lips for a few seconds before you noticed what you were doing and looked away. He was leaning towards you in a painfully slow pace and it was obvious that he's teasing you on purpose.
'Damn it..' you thought to yourself. A soft sigh escaped your lips before you finally decided to take the matter into your own hands —quite literally if I may add— you brought your hand up and grabbed the back of his head before pulling him closer and closing the distance between the two of you.
Taehoon froze in surprise as he felt your lips against his. He would never admit it but he felt his heart flutter. Slowly but surely, his lips started to move against yours and his eyes closed shut as he savoured the feeling of your kiss.
You pulled away after what felt like hours, and you could see a small smile on Taehoon's lips,
"Didn't know that you wanted me that much." He said, giving you a cocky smirk but the pink tint on his cheeks and ears betrayed how he truly felt.
"Oh, shut up." You rolled your eyes playfully before pulling him in for another kiss.
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writeawaythepain · 11 days
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That Funny Feeling
Jimmy Solidarity x (gn!reader)
…Hey! I’m not dead! And I finally have the urge to write again! Hope you enjoy my spiral into a new fandom!
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tw: self-deprecating thoughts, angst (don’t worry there’s a fluff at the end)
Word count: 1.7k
Prompts:
“You are worthy of love and friends and respect.”
"why do you care!" "because i’m in love with you!"
Summary:
You walk in on Jimmy having beef with a fence post, and though you're not really surprised, you wonder if he’s dealing with more pain than just that of his injured foot. Includes you giving the poor guy a much needed hug, and a slip-up that lets him in on how much you really care about him.
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You don’t think you’ve ever really seen Jimmy upset…not really. He never minded being the butt of any joke, laughing along at any jab or insult. He didn’t mind if people made fun of him as long as it made someone laugh at the end. He was selfless like that. You were always a little bit jealous of his resilience, and maybe that’s why you always thought of him as almost…invincible.
So, when one day you came to check up on how the Sheriff’s new building was going, you were surprised to see that barely any progress had been done. It actually…seemed like he’d torn parts of it down. You approached slowly, taking in the half done walls and foundation, a door frame without a door, and started to look for him. 
Before you can even call out to him, though, you see the back of a familiar blonde cowboy. A cowboy who was seemingly talking to himself. “No- come on Jim! You know you can do better at this- you just gotta… just gotta…” He stops, clenching his fists and yelling out in frustration. “It’s not that hard!” He emphasizes the last word by kicking a rickety fence post, but it must have been sturdier than he expected because he instantly flinched back, grabbing his foot and crying out in pain.
The whole sight was almost cartoonish, with him wearing his cowboy hat and boots, so you couldn’t help but snicker even as you reached out your hand in concern. “Oh my god Jimmy, are you ok?” You can’t stop the smile that spreads on your face, but it wavers slightly as you approach him and notice…are those tears in his eyes? He quickly wipes his face, replacing his frustrated look with an excited smile. 
“Oh hi! I didn’t even see you there! Me and this fence post are having beef, actually- See, it won’t do what I tell it to, and make my stuff look good so I was reminding ‘em who's in charge round here!” He laughs a little as he says it, his smile so bright you're inclined to believe him…it wasn’t quite reaching his eyes though, and you still wonder if the kick hurt him more than he was letting on.
“Yea, you really showed him!” You try to mirror his energy, shaking off some of your worries as he replies in his usual chipper tone.
“Yea I did!” He laughs but then slightly turns away from you. “Listen uh…you know I always love having you around. You’re welcome anytime! But uh…I really have a- a thing I gotta do and…” Your smile drops as you see him wince a little as he puts his weight on the foot he ‘beat up’ the fence post with.
“Hey Jimmy, is your foot ok?” You walk up to him, concerned. “Maybe you should sit down-“
“Nah I’m fine…probably anyway.” He laughs like it’s a joke, but when you look at him you're not smiling.
“You're limping. You might not have broken anything but- here, sit down.” You gently put your hand on his shoulder.
“It’s really nothing, I’m just being an idiot...” He moves away from your touch, shaking it off and puffing up his chest a little. He tries to shoot you a smile again, but it did little to aid your concerns.
“Just, let me take a look at it? Maybe I can help-“ You start, a little frustrated at his stubbornness.
“But I don’t need help! I can take care of it myself! I just- I just stubbed my toe. I’ll be fine!” You sigh, giving him a weird look, but deciding not to push it.
“…why were you beefing with the fence post anyway…did it kill your grandma?” You joke, hoping to fix the awkward air that had somehow come between the two of you. It’s weird, you’d never felt awkward talking with him before.
Instead of responding, Jimmy just turned towards his half finished building. And stood there. After a while he finally spoke. “Listen I’m, kinda busy right now. Maybe you can come back another time?” …Alright that’s it-
“Ok Jimmy, what is up with you? I came here to see your build, which looks less finished than when I saw it days ago may I add, and instead I see you kicking a fence post, getting defensive when I try to help, and now you don’t even laugh at my Trolls joke? …ok maybe it's an old meme but still-“ You chuckle, still kind of hoping he’d just turn around and start acting normal again. You’ve never seen him act like this before.
All he did was stand there…and as the silence grew longer you couldn’t help but start to get worried. “Gosh…I really am useless.” He finally says.
You almost roll your eyes, “Your not useless Jim-“ 
“Yes- yes I am!” He says it so firmly you freeze. You’ve never heard him raise his voice like that before. 
“I can’t build, I can’t fight, I can’t even be the guy who smiles all the time! I’m- I’m basically worthl-“ He stops himself. “…and I don’t know why I’m telling you this- I’m sorry.“ You're so surprised by his words you don’t even know what to say. “I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just-“ He takes his hat off of his head and grips it in his hands. “It’s so stupid- I’m so stupid. It shouldn’t be this hard for me to just-“ His grip on the hat tightens.
“…Jimmy, you are not worthless. You don’t have to smile all the time to be the brightest ray of sunshine I know. You could probably make me see the silver lining of getting stabbed for god's sake-“ You almost laugh at your own words, hoping it would get through to him. “You are worthy of love and friends and respect. And I’m sorry I don’t tell you that enough.” You walk up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. He slowly spins around, but doesn’t meet your eyes.
“I’m just being a baby-”
“No, no you're not. It’s ok to- to feel bad sometimes.” You interrupt gently before he can insult himself again.
“Why- why do you even care?” His voice wavers, and now you can see the tears streaming out of his eyes. 
“Because I love you…you idiot.” Jimmy freezes, and even you are a little surprised at your own words, but it’s true. “People care about you- I care about you! I don't care that you can’t build giant castles or fight dragons, or that you get mad or sad sometimes-“ Your rambling a bit, trying to recover from the bombshell you just dropped. Jimmy was just staring at you, eyes wide. 
“…you…love me? Like…love, love me?!” He says slowly, not really paying attention to anything else you said after.
“I- this is probably not the best time to just- but, yea. I really do.” You can’t help but look down as you admit it, and when you look back up at him he’s crying all over again. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“
He steps forward and wraps you in a hug, sobbing into your shoulder. You hug him back, rubbing his back and giving him some words of encouragement. Slowly his sobs get quieter, and eventually he pulls away from the hug.
“Um…” He sniffs. “I know I probably look like a mess right now-“
“Just a little.” You tease gently, wiping a stray tear off of his face.
“Right- but um…I love you too. Just so you know.” He avoids your eyes as he says it, then looks directly into them, gauging your reaction, as if to ensure this wasn’t all a joke.
“Like…?” You start.
“Yea…like that.” He gently bumps his forehead against yours, his regular confident smile returning to his face. “I cannot believe you fell for my Sheriff rizz.” You laugh, shaking your head.
“Don’t- don’t say rizz-” You try to suppress a giggle, pretending to be upset. “Great, now you ruined the moment.”
His bravado instantly drops, “Wait. No wait I didn’t mean to-” You shut him up by yanking his neckerchief and planting a kiss on his cheek. “To…to…” His face slowly reddens as his brain catches up to his speeding heart.
“Fixed it.” You say simply, chuckling softly as your Sheriff still reboots. “I think I’m the one with the rizz~” You laugh.
“Yea, no I see how that ruins the moment.” You laugh even harder at his reaction, and he can’t help but join in. After a few moments, you end up gazing into his bright hazel eyes.
“You know you can always talk to me when you're feeling upset.” You say seriously, taking one of his hands with both of your own. “Don’t just…no one should be alone when they're feeling like that.”
“...I know…You're right, as always.” He smiles appreciatively, grabbing one of your hands with his free one. You both stand there, swaying your interlocked hands gently back and forth, just enjoying the other's company.
“You know, when you're feeling up to it, why don’t I help you finish this…” You look over the half finished building, realizing you had no idea what it was actually supposed to be.
“Barn. It’s – ” he sighs, as if even bringing it up makes him feel tired all over again, “ – ‘supposed to be a barn.” 
“Barn! Right, and we could even ask Joel to help.” His eyes widen.
“No! You can’t tell him- Oh my god I’d never hear the end of it!” You laugh at the urgency in his voice.
“Ok! Ok. It’ll just be me. I’ll help you…” You let go of his hands and instead interlock your fingers behind his neck. “It’ll be our little secret.” He gazes into your eyes with a look only comparable to a lovesick puppy.
“Gosh I really wanna kiss you right now-” He lets out with a whisper, and then it’s your turn to get a little flustered.
“Well…then kiss me cowboy.” You lean in and he meets you halfway, and the kiss is just as sweet as the blonde Sheriff you share it with.
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Jason Todd x gn! Reader - Like him a lot
A/n: I think I've officially decided that all these fics are linked so far, and I've decided that you met Jason as red hood first in this timeline, so that will probably be what the next fic for him will be about!
Request: I loved your fic with Jason! Can you do one with them in the beginning of their relationship where they are both so awkward
Warnings: Swearing, awkwardness, some anxious thoughts, second hand embarrassment omg (it's so bad,) cringy asf, I think that's it? You have been warned!
The three P's:
[Pronouns used: You/you] [Pov: 2nd person] [Pairings: (romantic!) Jason x reader]
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"No mom, it's just a couple of dates I-" You sigh as your mother blabbers on and on over the phone about how you and Jason are destined to be together and everything else in between.
"Mom I don't know if he wants to be in a relationship right now, but just to appease your undying curiosity." You said "curiosity" with air quotes even if she couldn't see them. "I do like him." You go quiet for a second and your voice turns soft. "I like him a lot."
Out of the corner of your eye you saw Jason coming through as he turned his head to find you and as his eyes landed on your figure he waved at you. Though he clearly looked happy to see you and his happiness just seemed infectious.
You liked Jason, you liked him a lot more than you should for someone you didn't know two months ago. You didn't want to screw this up, you really didn't.
"I have to go mom he's here! Love you, bye." You quickly hang up excitement clear in your voice. (But also so she couldn't go on one of her rants.)
Although Jason doesn't come over right away but he doesn't look away from you and you two are kinda just in some weird smiling contest.
Gesturing your hands to motion him over to you he blinks a couple of times before scurrying over to you, neck a little red.
"Sorry I just didn't know-"
You cut his gruff embarrassed response off with a giggle and a shake of your head.
"It's fine I probably wasn't helping."
The coffee date goes pretty well as you two talk about some books, and this new tv show that came out not to long ago. At some point you guys had decided to ditch the coffee place and start heading out as it was getting dark. While you walked the long (really it was the biggest detour ever) to get to your apartment complex you looked down at his hand.
You felt those stupid butterflies in your stomach and you fidgeted with your own hands. Why were you so nervous about holding hands, why did he make you feel like everything you did was incredible? But what if he thought holding hands was for someone who was in a relationship? What if your hands were sweaty and he thought that was weird?
Yet that feeling of being on cloud nine wouldn't leave you, and you wanted to hold his hand despite the nervousness to do so. So without thinking further on it you just jumped right in.
Like an idiot.
You grabbed his hand like you were a frat boy snatching a can of beer, plus you didn't know where to put your fingers. It was a nightmare.
But Jason judge you or give you a strange look, instead he laughed and brought your other hand in his and spun you around.
Eventually you got to your apartment, hands held, and now you were standing at the door of it, just staring at each other trying to figure out what to do now.
You go to open your mouth but a person comes from behind you knocking you forward right into his arms.
"Oh, my god!" You gasped, and quickly backed away from Jason. "I am so sorry!"
The person swiftly leaves to try an avoid whatever the hell was happening between you and Jason. You almost wanted to cry at the prick to take you with them because of all the embarrassment flowing through your veins.
"Not your fault, that person was just being a dick." He shrugs his shoulders, not even blaming you for not paying attention to your surroundings.
You weren't sure if it was possible to like a person so much when you haven't even known them for half a year! But Jason's leather jackets, cool guy persona, while being the biggest softie you had ever met had won you over. You knew you were in complete and utter infatuation with this man.
"I was going to ask you if you wanted to come in." You whispered gazing at him with almost wide eyes. "But I know you're busy and you'll have to leave soon."
Jason presses his lips together before nodding sadly and letting his head fall open to the sky.
"Can I kiss you?" He mumbles nearly offhandedly and his eyes widen immediately after he asked you indicating that he really hadn't meant to say that.
"Not that you have to or anything!" He chuckles nervously. "Obviously! And this is only a date-"
You shut him up with your lips and yes it's pretty fucking awkward at first because you did just launch yourself at him. Yet you two get the hang of it and suddenly it's the best thing you've ever experienced and you want more.
Somehow you ended up making out with Jason Todd in front of your apartment complex without thinking about who could just walk by and see.
When you pull away your body is right up against his and you hands were cupping his cheeks to deepen the kiss and his on your waist.
He gazes at you through half-lidded eyes and in that moment you don't care if anyone could see you, you wanted to kiss him again.
So you did, you kissed him again, and again, and again, although it probably looked like you were a pair of horny teenagers to any passerby you didn't care. You loved that he brought out that part of you that didn't need others opinion's on things when they aren't needed for.
When you pull away for real this time your foreheads are touching as you both try and catch your breaths.
"I have to go." He mutters.
You sigh and take a step back. "I know, see you..." You trail off having no idea when you'll see him next.
"Tomorrow, same time if that works for you?"
You grin as you nod and slowly open the door to your apartment.
"See you Jay!"
When you close the door you can't help but lay your head back on it and laugh in joy.
Ya, you like him a lot.
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neliaafx · 2 years
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you stroke his cheek, his eyes were closed while he breathes in peace. you don’t know why you think you will have a chance, you gently wipe his cheek with wet wipes that was stained with black paint. his head was just laying on the wooden table—you admire his white eyelashes that rested beautifully on his cheeks while running your fingers through his hair. a blanket was placed over his body, while attempting to place a kiss on his head. but you didn’t.
you liked him, you took care of him when he was gone, you will give your soul for him without hesitation. will he also look at you the same way he did to him? your mind tells you no, but your heart can’t help but have desperation for his longing embrace, his relationship like him, his touch, his soul, his love. you bitterly smiled, maybe he can give you a chance if soon you’ll have the courage to confess to him?
then you look again everywhere inside his room, a dozen paintings of his first love, getou suguru.
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simonisferal · 1 year
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the betrayer of eternity; scaramouche x reader
600 words
tags — angst, spoilers (scara’s backstory), break-up, no comfort, violence (i guess)
author’s note — i forgot all harbinger lore so deal with it 🤷 love life scaramouche <3 this is also my first time on mobile (it sucks btw)
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the first to betray him was his mother, second was his friend—his family, third was a kid just like him, and fourth was the only person he could trust, his lover, his eternity, you.
you would talk to childe with him by your side. was he just a joke to you? the simple sight of seeing you laugh at someone else’s words would make his heart burn and his hands clench into fists. he would excuse yourself and drag you into a private room.
“what the fuck was that about?!” he would pin you against the door, while you would simply laugh in his face and caress his cheek with one of your hands.
“kuni, it was simply a laugh towards a superior of mine.” you would use your other hand to run it through his front hair, slightly shoving his hat upwards. “if i wouldn’t have laughed, i would’ve gotten a plenty more work than i do now,” you would smile at him. “and that would mean, that i would have no time to spend with you.” 
you would slowly pull his hands to your waist and pull him closer to your chest, it calmed him down. you would place one of your hands behind his hair and gently tug strands of hair closer to you and he would enjoy it, slowly taking off his hat to lean into you closer and closer and closer until he could’ve merged with your clothes.
you would chuckle and scaramouche could feel his cheeks burn a bright red, his ears sticking out as he would try to cuddle deeper into your chest.
but that wasn’t the case anymore.
scaramouche was mad and those comforting touches that you used to give him weren’t going to work on him. “you didn’t have to, kuni. i was going to do the job myself.” you try to touch his shoulder but he yanks it away from your grasp.
“you could’ve told me that you accepted a commission from liyue before you went!" you flinch at his cold words. scaramouche had no remorse in his eyes as he stared you down. "i was planning to, kuni—but it simply wasn't the case this ti-"
"all i ever hear from you are excuses! you can’t do that because of this, you can’t do this because of that—shut up! Just shut u-”
slap!
huh?
“if that’s how you truly feel about me, maybe we’re not meant to be. maybe i’m better off with someone who isn’t as arrogant and selfish as you.” your voice cracked.
you had began crying. maybe it was anger, or maybe it was sadness—perhaps both, at that point.
“what..?” scaramouche’s eyes widened. you frowned, lowering your head before smiling.
“i’m glad i managed to get that off my chest, scara. i’m… glad, to know how much of a bother i’ve been to you these past years. thank you.”
scaramouche stood silently, the words he wanted to speak didn’t dare to come out. he wanted to shout at you, “no, you’re wrong! you’re not a bother to me at all!” but no noise escape his mouth.
you wipe a small tear off of your face, chuckling to yourself. “oh, how the time goes.. people lost in the past and future never live in their present.”
“i think it’ll be better, for the both of us, if we stop living in a lie.. don’t you?”
scaramouche saw you walk away from him, no—you skipped away from him, so happily, he could only believe how tragic you were in your relationship. he could’ve stopped you but he didn’t.
why?
that himself, he doesn’t know. but what he does know,
is that you’re a betrayer of eternity.
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tavern-aa · 1 month
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Garnish - Request
Premium - NSFW
Toddy - Male Reader
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Neat - Headcannons
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Heros
Izuku Midoriya
Making out with the DekuSquad - Neat on the Rocks
Katuski Bakugou
Sleeping in with the Bakusquad - Neat on the Rocks
More than you bargained for - Premium Toddy Aperitif with Garnish
Shouto Todoroki
Making out with the Dekusquad - Neat on the Rocks
Hitoshi Shinsou
Mindless Self Indulgence - Aperitif on the Rocks
Denki Kaminari
Sleeping in with the Bakusquad - Neat on the Rocks
Bathroom Shenanigans - Premium Toddy Aperitif
Ashido Mina
Sleeping in with the Bakusquad - Neat on the Rocks
Eijirou Kirishima
Sleeping in with the Bakusquad - Neat on the Rocks
Tenya Iida
Making out with the Dekusquad - Neat on the Rocks
Ochako Ururaka
Making out with the Dekusquad - Neat on the Rocks
Hanta Sero
Sleeping in with the Bakusquad - Neat on the Rocks
Keigo Takami
Mindless Self Indulgence - Aperitif on the Rocks
Asui Tsuuyu
Making out with the Dekusquad - Neat on the Rocks
Yo Shindo
General Headcannons - Neat on the Rocks with Garnish
Villains
Dabi
Dating Headcannons - Neat on the Rocks
Mindless Self Indulgence - Aperitif on the Rocks
Shigaraki
Dating Headcannons - Neat on the Rocks
Mindless Self Indulgence - Aperitif on the Rocks
Toga
Dating Headcannons - Neat on the Rocks
Twice
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hanatagami · 10 months
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My Unlucky Charm (Izumi Yuu x GN! Reader)
god i downloaded so many izumi gifs trying to pick one, i love him sm
i have a bad habit of falling in love with the males of romantic animes, but the problem is everyone loves the main couple together they don’t write fanfics for them and it pains me
please tell me you want more cause I want mORE
if you think of something cute for him please tell me
and i may do smth like this for Tadano from Komi-san so...if you want that lmk pwejfpwoe
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it’s been like this since you were born
your good luck was an enigma to you, your parents, and god
anything that could go well for you, goes well
your lucky your parents raised you well cause boy that luck could’ve gone to your head quickly
lotteries, games of chance, pop quizzes (somehow), were always in your favor
now normally thats great and all, but it does get very...lonely
in middle school you had definitely come to the realization your ‘friends’ saw you less as a ‘friend’ and more of a ‘good luck charm’
if it was a mix of both, maybe it would of been fine
but after a certain situation and some reflection on your part, you have come to understand they weren’t really interested in you
they didn’t remember anything about you, even the simplest of things
it was very disheartening, but a very important realization
you just didn’t have it in you to stay friends with people who only saw you as some walking white cat statue
and when you cut them off they had the nerve to be upset about it
spread rumors and everything
how you were stuck-up and conceited, someone who always ordered your friends around and expected them to cover for you
they had shaped your schools image into thinking you had some god complex
you were walking home in the rain, enjoying the soft sounds of water hitting your umbrella and the ground around you
when someone-something had caught your attention
a large piece of plastic had flew past you at a high speed, which was weird cause it really wasn’t that windy today
looking ahead you saw a dark-haired male standing a little further ahead of you, staring blankly ahead of him as if he was processing something
he was holding a long silver rod- remains of the umbrella that had flown past you moments prior
your walk had slowed a little to observe the male in front of you as he seemingly had an internal monologue of some kind
he took a deep breath, straightened out a little, and gained a look of determination
he held his arms over is head, getting in a running pose, and just as he was about to take off-
“Excuse me?”
Your voice startled him out of his battle focus, feet tripping over themselves slightly, losing traction on the wet ground
as he fell you rushed towards to help him, his body weight crashing into yours
apparently not ready for the sudden weight you also stumbled back, bracing yourself for an impact with the floor
but thanks to your luck (maybe) there was a little jut in in the cement you hadn’t noticed earlier that supported your foot from slipping anymore, and grounding yourself and the boy
(the luck must’ve been the cement helping you instead of tripping you)
“Oh my god dude, are you alright!?”
The guy in front of you looks up at you and- oh my god
this is easiest one of the cutest and prettieST BOYS YOU’VE EVER SEEN-
“U-Um, I’m fine. Thank you so much for catching me!” he looked up at you with the cutest unintentional puppy dogs eyes, before he chuckled sheepishly as he stepped back from your hold
“I’m sorry, I’m pretty clumsy...” He looked down in shame, messing with his drenched hair
“No, no, it’s okay, I swear!” You were quick to try and cheer him up, such a sad face didn’t suit the boy in front of you at all, “Was it your umbrella that flew by me a minute ago?”
His face struck with realization at your comment, and it was kinda cute to see the way he began to check his hand and the area around him for the rod-remains of his umbrella that he dropped while falling.
He gingerly picked it off the ground, with the caution of something else unexpected happening that he couldn’t predict. Facing you once more, you were finally able to get a proper look at him.
He was slender, his clothes would hang loosely on his form if they weren’t stuck to his body from the rain. His dark purple hair fells just a little past his brighter purple eyes. He didn’t hold himself with too much confidence, though he seemed to try and a bit a conscious effort in doing otherwise
Overall: very cute 
“I’m sorry about my umbrella, I’m a bit unlucky so this kind of stuff happens a lot...” His face grew a slight shade of pink, as if he was admitting to something strange, his thin fingers began to fiddle with the remainders of his umbrella to help ease his own tension
“I have an extra if you’d like it?” he was taken slightly off guard by that apparently, his eyes widening slightly and hands taking a break from their actions
“No it’s fine! I couldn’t take your extra from you, what if you end up needing it?” You couldn’t help but smile sweetly at his concern, it’s incredible that he can be worried for you when he was the one currently getting drenched
 “Please don’t worry about it, I have more spares at home. I actually won the spare today at a store, so I really don’t need it.”
“Do you...really not need it...?” You had to stop yourself from making a noise at the face he sent you, you didn’t know someone could look cute with shy uncertainty, but alas
“Yep! I won’t be missing it, I promise.” 
He hesitantly accepts the wrapped umbrella from your hands, holding it like it was the most fragile thing in the world
And immediately upon opening it, you both watch in shock as the plastic part flies away in a sudden wind
You guys stare at each other in awkward silence, before he beigns to apologize feverishly for his bad luck
“Um...I have another spare if you want it?” You pull out a second umbrella from your bad, and show it to him.
“I won this at a store today too...”
que a few more moments of awkward awe
He looks at you with a bit of disbelief, you (correctly) assume that he thinks your just saying that to make him feel better about taking it
“I have pretty good luck! I get stuff like this all the time so...please take it!” You back up your words by pushing the umbrella into his chest, and gave a reassuring smile to show him your being honest
“Well, if you really don’t mind...”
“I don’t.”
He takes it from you once more, opening it much more gently then the last one, cautious something may happen again.
You guys both tense once it fully happens, awaiting for what may happen.
In sync you and the mystery boy accompany a sigh of relief with a relaxing of your shoulders, giving each other a sheepish smile at the scenario.
“Well please be careful on your way back...”
“You too.”  “...”
It took him a second to realize you had wanted his name, stuttering out a “I-Izumi Yuu!” with a funny look on his face.
“I’m (L/n) (Y/n). You better get home fast, or you’ll get sick. I’ll see you around?” You offer a slight wave with your free hand as you walk past him, making sure to smile your best smile at him.
“Yes!”
You can’t help but release a chuckle at his response, like he was a soldier talking to his superior.
As you walked away, Izumi couldn’t help but curl up a little into himself, a little flustered at your smile, the way you chuckled as you left, basically the whole interaction
And he was thankful you didn’t hear the yelp that escaped when the umbrella suddenly closed on him without warning.
You guys both made it home that day thinking of the other, hoping you each made it back okay.
(Izumi had in fact gotten a cold, but there was no way for you to know that)
(you didn’t catch a cold, but you may have caught feelings)
you didn’t see him soon after that, in fact it wasn’t until you first day of high school rolled around that you saw him again
when you had entered the school gates, you had unexpectedly run into him talking to a girl with long pink hair, and the brightest blue eyes
overall: very pretty
you walked closer to greet them but stopped when she suddenly gripped him with a serious look on her face.
“Tell me...your name.”
“It’s...It’s Izhumi...”
“Ho ho, Izhumi huh?” Both heads had whirled at your sudden intrusion, you were now able to tell they were both red from whatever conversation they were having...and at your witness of it all, they were beginning to glow a bright crimson.
You laugh mischievously as Izhumi begins to sweat violently and correct himself, while also greeting you, but also messing up your name in the process making you laugh more.
“I’m sorry Izhumi if I could’ve sworn your name was Izumi but maybe I just heard you wrong.”
He lets out a small whine of frustration at your teasing, as if he couldn’t make it anymore entertaining for you.
Chuckling out apologies you turn to the pink haired girl who had been eyeing you two, probably quietly wondering as if to how you two know each other.
“Hello, my name is (L/n) (F/n), I met Izhumi a while ago while walking home. Poor guy broke two umbrellas in a row right in front of me.” You rest your head in your hand in remembrance, your words bringing about another sound of protest from the boy next to you.
You could see her gaze go back to Izumi in which you (correctly) guess is a though of ‘wow he really IS unlucky’ 
“I’m Shikimori Miyako, it’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you, I hope we get along from now on.”
She graces you with a sweet smile as the three of you being to walk together, chatting on your way to freshman orientation.
Shikimori eventually spots two friends of hers and parts, but you stick around with Izumi who has been nervously staring at the ground for a while, probably going over the whole fiasco earlier (and thats exactly whats he was doing)
“Izhumi.”
His head snaps up to instinctively deny his new nickname, but every word seems to fizzle in his throat when he catches glimpse of your face. You aren’t able to recognize the look on his face at the time, but perhaps one day with some retrospect you’ll be able too.
“I feel so lucky to have met you again. And I feel so lucky to be able to attend school with you, and maybe if I’m really lucky, we’ll have class together too! This is looking to be my luckiest year yet.”
You don’t know the full extent of emotions that washed over him with your words, and he’d bet you might never understand what they meant to him. Although he loses all his bets, so whose to say.
As you give him what is probably the most beautiful smile he has ever seen, what once was but a sprout of feelings had sprouted into a bud, and it was left wanting more.
Was seeing him again, being around him more in the future...really good luck to you? Maybe its because you haven’t been around him enough to experience the brute force of his bad luck, that you don’t know what your getting into. If you really were so lucky all the time, would experiencing the problems that come with be a problem to you?
His mind was racked with thoughts, with feelings, and concerns. But overall, he couldn’t help but hope...
...that you meant it. And that you would continue to mean it.
your first year of class was very interesting, more for your classmates then you.
you had spent this year getting close to Izumi and Shikimori, becoming close friends with them and their respective friends, and a whole class got to witness your and Izumi’s luck clash.
Not really clash, but if you were both to be affected by the luck or lack of, the other would cancel it out. somehow.
like if its pure unlucky for Izumi, it’ll still happen, but if its unlucky for both you and izumi, your luck would act up and neutralize it.
needless to say your classmates observed you guys heavily when together cause the weirdest shit happens.
they’ll never forget when they were watching you two eating lunch together outside on a bench, and a bird swooped down to steal your guys’ food only to watch the bird get hit by a stray baseball, and you two were none the wiser.
It’s often that Izumi trips, but when he trips on you and you fall too, there's always someone miraculously behind you to cushion you both.
and perhaps the strangest thing has been happening all year long, since the first day. Izumi broke his pencil, so you gifted him an extra (deja vu), and then everyday for the rest of the year Izumi would break or lose the new pencil, and you would find or win a new pencil to give him, just for the same thing to happen the next day. Without fail.
You and Izumi when together have an aura of hidden glee that practically has the words “we’re normal!” floating around, happy that your lucks seem less prevalent together
But to everyone watching from the outside, you guys are really anything but normal together
you still call him Izhumi cause you think it’s cute and it still frustrates him. You and Shikimori often gang up on him cause his pouty face is wicked cute.
The day you met Shikimori, Izumi had messed up your name too when greeting you, so that has been adopted as your nickname and you think its cute so your fine with it. Izumi refuses to call you it though, sadly, and gets embarrassed everyone else does cause it was him who made the mistake and pronounced it that way
Izumi was by far the sweetest person you’ve ever met, much better then anyone who had gone to your middle school. you’ve never seen someone have it so rough, but be so selfless and kind
it would be so easy for him to be bitter and envious of your luck, but he never was. he was in awe of it, but it never was a driving point for his feelings towards you
to borrow a line from fruits basket, he deserves the moon but he would never ask you for it
you and izumi were picked for class cleanup after school one day
the window was opened to help keep the room cool, it was warm but not warm enough for the school to want to use the AC
that day was the first time you saw it
as in izumi-fashion, the wind had assisted him in losing balance when he had stepped on a wet spot from mopping, taking him to the floor
it was in the wind and the fall you spotted it
Izumi was quick to laugh it off sheepishly, promising he was fine and expected to hear your beautiful laugh
what he didn't expect was to see you on your knees in front of him with a concerned look on your face (though it was still one of the most beautiful looks he had ever seen, every new expression he discovers from you always makes him fluttery inside)
he stood statuesque still as he looked you in the eye, the only thing he could hear was his breathing and racing heart
his eyes couldn’t tear away from your hand as it had begun to approach him
his eyes slammed shut in nervousness and he hoped you couldn’t feel how sweaty he had gotten from the sudden heat that rushed to his face
his mind was going a mile a minute, and he would be lying if he hadn’t been expecting a kiss of some kind
he was so ready for it, but also not prepared at all!
he grew brave enough to crack an eye when he felt more firmness on the right side of his face along with a “oh honey...”
you had a habit of calling people things like that, when joking or worried
you did it to all your friends, but he couldn’t deny that it felt really nice to be called that by you
(and sometimes when he’s feeling brave, when he’s lying down for bed he’ll imagine you only calling him that oh how scandalous)
his head had cleared quickly when he had realized just exactly you were looking at, and what specifically you had been touching
subconsciously he had leaned into the fingers that traced the scar on his face, a scar that was usually hidden by his bangs
it makes that you wouldn’t have seen it before, and he couldn’t deny that the concern for it made him a little happy, even though he doesn’t enjoy seeing you so worried
Izumi could feel himself fall in love with the somehow soft-firmness in which you traced it
and he could feel himself fall in love with the idea that normally he knew you would of asked to touch it before doing so, you didn’t like to touch people without running it by them first
he hoped that instinctually you knew he would of let you touch it, and that's why it had slipped your mind to ask in the moment
“...Can I ask what happened?”
 if he wasn’t so conscious of the moment rn, he definitely would melted into your hand at the tone of your voice
“I have all kinds of scars like this,” it was flattering the way your brow scrunched in concern for him, though it made him feel kinda bad too
“I got injured a lot as a kid. I think this one came from a truck crashing into the house...”
“Oh gosh, hun, I knew you were unlucky but...”
Izumi could pinpoint this as the day he fell in love with you 
up into that point he knew something was forming, but this was the first moment he consciously thought
 ‘oh. I love them.’
“Izumi as long as I’m by your side, this will never happen again.”
 The setting sun blossomed a beautiful set of warm colors against your skin, the beams of light fell in such a way it was as if your eyes were softly gleaming, and your hair had been perfectly radiated by the ray, it was almost if you had a halo.
god you were so lovely
and it was from that day on Izumi got clumsier in front of you.
god he wants so badly to be cool, and by god does he try. 
but he wouldn’t be izumi if they all hadn’t failed in miraculously dramatic ways.
one day izumi had “accidentally” made too much food so he was gonna give some to you.
your classmates had been roughing around and knocked both over both of the bentos he had made
they froze at the tears in his eyes, and became truly petrified at Inuzuka’s and Shikimori’s fearsomely livid faces.
Though it wouldn’t be you if you hadn’t genuinely accidentally made too much food, and was willing to give him your extra bento. You had brought it so your friends could pick at it, but you were more then willing to give him the entire one.
it was also then they found out you always made indescribably delicious food
you told them you had a bad habit of accidentally knocking things in or impulsively using things to see how they’d taste, and the result is always top cuisine.
Izumi ate your food with tears running down his face, he was so blessed to eat your food but so cursed to not be able to give you his. (His pride was also a little hurt that you cooked better then him, he wanted to show off to you)
(he didn’t know you’d be happier eating his food then your own regardless, but he’ll find out someday soon)
he had prepped for a study session with the friend group, and it was ready to be really cool and teach you
He was the fifth in his year after all!
But
Turns out, everything he studied on either wasn’t on the curriculum somehow or it was something you already knew.
I mean he was still able to teach you a lot, but it frustrating that none of it was what he had specifically touched on to help you with.
Though he forgot all about that when you smiled and thanked him for helping you
(you may have just given him the drive to learn everything, which knowing him, was gonna blow up in some way)
and then in class he been staring at you for so long the teacher ended up calling him out in front of everyone and he was so embarrassed
the way you smiled at him did make it a bit better though...
The way he confessed to you was so like you guys, so unbelievable but yet so believable
it was the end of the school year when he decided to confess to you, he had begun to grow anxious as the new school year approached
You guys were in the same class this year, but it may not be the same next year.
You guys may not get as much time together, which means you’ll spend more time with others, then you’ll realize he isn’t worth his salt, then you’ll leave him and probably date some hunk with totally normally luck and you guys can win the lottery together and spend the rest of your lives together happily with kids and pets
He’s been
overthinking a lot recently
He tries to stay out of his own head, but it hasn’t been going well
He wants to show you how much he loveslikes you before it might be too late, and as he much as he can hope you guys are in the same class next year, with you and him in the mix who knows what could happen
So he decides to confess
He planned it all out
He’d ask if you guys could have lunch together privately in a spot behind the school, he’d give you his earnestly written love letter along with a bento he made (he’ll make a heart shape in it) and after you read it he’ll tell you how much you mean to him and then
he doesn’t know what next, but hopefully you’ll respond in kind
Of course the moment he decided there was a plan, every single step of that plan was gonna go haywire
he had gone through so many pieces of paper trying to write the perfect letter for you to read
he had wrote some pretty cringy stuff, but he’s sure he weeded out all the mess and made his perfect love letter
And then he thought of all the foods he’s heard you talk about, and picked out your favorites and made the best bento he could
his dad was in the kitchen so nothing went awry, but didn’t help with the cooking cause Izumi wanted to do it himself so “it could have all his feelings inside”
he was happy with the bento, and nothing had happened so he put it in the fridge and got ready for the next day
he was gonna do it
he was gonna confess!
the day started off well, he had the bento packed and he had sealed the letter in a cute pink envelope with a heart sticker (it was scratch and sniff, it smelt like roses which he thought would be romantic)
he didn’t even trip or get dirty on the way to school, maybe this was a good sign!
and all throughout the school day, nothing too strange happened so that was good
(he got called out again by the teacher for staring at you, but that was becoming frequent to the point it was no longer “strange”)
you had accepted his invite to eat lunch privately together, so that was step 1 complete
but from then onward
holy shit
the moment the bell rung he told you he’d meet you there, he just needed to do something real quick
You smile and go about your way, cute as could be
he pulled the letter and lunch out of his bag and with a deep breath he straightened out his shoulders and began his march to you
his determined face was really cute, it was a shame you couldn’t see it
but somehow
somehow
the wind in the hallway picked up? like a strong breeze through a window or something?
it snatched the letter right out of his hands and down the hall
he let out a small disbelieving screech before running down the hall to catch up, wary to not mess up the lunch in his hands, and tried to grab it with his free hand
it was sadly not going well, and the letter flew all the way down the hall, out the door, and straight into the blue sky
He squealed in panic and tried the best he could follow it, he was out of breath and red in the face (he was no athlete) but he wasn’t gonna let it out of his sight
and good for him, he didn’t!
but the wind had flew the letter all the way to your spot, and landed gently in your hands.
He tried to run up to you but collapsed out of breath just far enough so you couldn’t hear him pant
But he could hear you.
“A letter? It has my name on it...” He watches as you open the letter as he desperately tries to catch his breath
you read a little message in parenthesis under the sticker sealing the letter, it had a little arrow pointing to the sticker that said to give it a scartch n sniff, and you follow said instructions
you kinda guessed what this letter was gonna be about, the color of the envelope and the sticker kinda gave it away, and you were impressed by the thought put into it
you opened it and began to read it out loud to yourself much to his embarrassment
but to his utter humiliation you proceed to read the most cringiest and childish little remarks he had ever thought about you
oh god
he sealed the wrong letter
it wasn’t ever a letter
sure it started “Dear (Y/n)” but after that it was a bunch of hearts, bad doodles of you two holding hands and small little things he thinks of when he daydreams about you
that wasn’t a letter
“The way you focus on your work is really cute”
“You look so adorable in your uniform, how are you not breaking any dress codes to look that cute”
“the way your laugh sounds is so sweet it should be illegal”
“Your sweeter than any sweet i’ve ever had, i love you so much”
“I think the smell of your shampoo and conditioner suit you so well”
“god ur the cutest wutest loveliest little thing i wanna snuggle and huggle and crush you and kiss you and-”
the more he wrote the more unhinged it had gotten
god it was literally awful to hear you speak them into the world, and it was worse knowing you were never gonna forget this
it was the paper where he wrote to just get all the random thoughts he loves about you out of his head so he could write seriously
“...I love you so much and I hope you love me too...”
“...From Izhumi.”
GOD NO PLEASE-
He lets out a violent wheeze at your words and you just so happen to hear this one, and turn, and he hadn’t even thought about what he may look like right now since he was so busy struggling with his embarrassing letter
(he had signed it Izhumi becuase theres a part of him that actually gets really happy when you call him that, it’s like a pet name and you look so cute when you say it and he wanted to indulge that part of him but that was a misTAKE-)
(and of course he wrote I LOVE YOU and not I LIKE YOU like a NORMAL PERSON)
the young fella in front of you was nothing short of a mess, he was panting heavily, face deeply red - a mix from running and embarrassment-, his uniform was completely disheveled and his hair was entirely unruly.
overall: still very cute.
“Izumi, did you really write this?” He hides his face in his hand and whines pathetically-but cutely- “You weren’t supposed to read that one...”
He can hear you approach him, but he doesn’t have it in him to uncover his face.
“...Is this for me too?” You gently tug on the cloth-wrapped bento hanging from his fingers and he lets out a small whine of confirmation
He pulls the courage up enough to peek slightly between his fingers as you unwrap it
and upon opening it-
oh god
it was the wrong bento
it was his moms, she must’ve grabbed the one he made for you on accident 
and coincidentally
it was filled with all the foods you like the least
he lets out a shout of panic and you can only stare in worry as he begins to tremble and tear up
Small streams fell down his cheeks as began to stumble through a sentence- though it wasn’t very coherent
His mind was racing and he was trying to get all the words out to explain what the letter was, how it was the wrong one, and about the bento and how he had made one that had food you actually liked and how this was supposed to be his perfect confession
He felt your hand softly grasp his wrists-that at this point had been violently rubbing away tears- and pull them away from his face
He looked at you with upturned eyes that was very reminiscent of the ones you had seen upon first meeting him
he had quiet in anticipation to your next move, he doesn’t know if he can hope that this goes well after he butchered it so bad
but he can’t deny he feels it when you gently cradle his face and wipe the tears away, humming so softly he almost couldn’t hear it
his breath is stopped when your face gets closer to him, and he feels like he may pass out when your body presses closer to his
And then he feels something completely unexpected
His hair is brushed away slightly and a soft kiss is planted on his scar
he could feel a warm tingling from the spot your lips had touched, and it spread when he saw the smile on your face
“It’s okay hun, calm down. Let’s have some lunch, okay? My boyfriend just gave me the cutest letter and some lunch and I can’t wait to try it.”
A new round of tears erupts from his eyes, but he tenses his face and snorts in hopes of getting it to stop. The brightest smile you’ve ever seen is emitted from the boy and he immediately begins pestering you with countless “Really?”s and explanations onto what he wanted to do and to please give him the letter he can’t live knowing that it exists 
(you get to keep it because he can’t say no to you)
God you just scored yourself the cutest boyfriend
Izumi may be the unluckiest guy in the world, but he feels like the luckiest to have been able to meet you and to have been able to love you, and have you love him back.
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sin-sidejob · 2 years
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do you have any more nsfw submissive reagan hcs?
Sub!Reagan Ridley x gn! reader:
Warnings: nsfw, smut, gender neutral, unprotected sex (wrap that rascal), plus it’s a real panty drencher if I may say so myself. AND, there is p-in-v sex but I left it very vague on purpose so it can be perceived as either a strap or an actual dick, up to your imagination and discretion, somewhat like a smutty version of mad libs
Content: smut, sex toys, oral, p-in-v sex, unprotected sex, domesticity, etc. Also more of a fic than a set of headcanons because I got carried away as usual, lmao, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!!
I feel Reagan is more dominant leaning but does need some tender love and care so she’ll have times and periods where she’s the one who needs to be doted on and looked after.
Like she’s in control of everything and has to manage so much, handle so much, so there’s times where she has to have control over things, and with sex, she likes to control you.
Other times, she’ll just need to rescind all control and just tap out, give in, and give it up to you. Having Reagan be submissive only comes when she trusts you wholly, completely, and implicitly. She’s a control freak who deals with so much, so she needs to be able to count on you and trust you not just with her needs, but her body and wants.
But those times where you take care of her, let her brain blank out as you fuck her literally stupid and drooling?? Mag-fucking-nificent. Reagan usually drifts into subspace after rough and bad days, needing you and your talented hands and gifted mouth with your tender heart to take care of her. And goddamn if you don’t deliver, and deliver well.
You adore taking care of her in subspace, before, after, and during sex. It’s rare for her to be in that state and you take the opportunity happily and eagerly. If she texts you throughout the day and you can just tell it’s not going too hot and she’s more subdued and non-talkative, you’ll try and get home first and prep to make sure she has a nice night.
Cozy and clean house, homemade favorite meal waiting for her, plus you who’s washed all the sex toys and cleaned the sheets + dolled yourself up so you can fuck her stupid whenever and wherever she wants, making good on all of your promises hushed between pillows and sheets in the dark of stormy nights - to protect her and be there for her, unconditional loved followed by equal support forever and always. You sap.
Just the moment she walks up the steps and unlocks the door to her brownstone, and sees you waiting for her with a warm smile and arms outstretched, she’s gone. Melting and liquifying in your arms and dropping her bags at the door to sag and drop into your hole and embrace. After a few moments, smoothing the hair out of her face and pressing a brief array of kisses to her face, you get her settled and with dinner while locking the house back up.
But that moment afterward where she’s all soothed but still tense and gets to head up to her bedroom and realize that you cleaned everything, even as you sidle your behind her and rest your cheek against her back while wrapping your arms around his middle, swaying a tad. God, she loves you. So much. Struggles with articulating it sometimes, but you’ve unfortunately met her parents, cant blame her too much.
Reagan just tugs at you and turns around to plant a kiss against your lips, much more soft and malleable than her forceful ones where she’s in control. And you take over, backing her near the freshly-made bed and laying her atop it while undressing her, kisses splayed across her sternum and collarbones, dotted around her neck, until she’s fussy and whining in your hold wearing just her semi-soaked black panties and a hair tie.
You follow suit, undressing on your own as she watches dazedly, laying back with her forearms holding her up while her eyes skim over every inch of bared skin you reveal to her. Nearing, settling yourself above her with a knee pressed between her legs and your forearms leaning on either side of the space near her head, looming forth as you suck and kiss at her neck while moving your thigh to feel her soaked cunt twitch at the attention.
“Need me to care care of you, sweets?” Is murmured before she hums an appreciative and confirming sound, only getting more touch after it ceases when she audibly consents, getting your teeth nipping at her shoulder and your hand sliding off her panties slowly for her to kick them off with hurried movements that make you laugh lowly into the heated skin above the column of her throat.
“I’ve gotcha’, be good for me.” She couldn’t imagine or consider not being good for you, with the way you eased yourself down between her thighs and parted them to kiss down her chest, nip and suckle at her flushed tan skin, nosing at the under swell of her breasts and giggling as she squirms while her nipples harden. “Stop y’squirming. Told you to be good.” Reagan is about to huff and send out a snippy comment, along the lines of just eating her out already, until she glances down to see your darkened eyes and steeled gaze, fun-having demeanor gone.
“Want me to stop?” she shakes her head, the elastic band tying her hair up falling out with the movement, tresses settling at her shoulders and around her face, clinging a bit to the shine of sweat on her forehead. “Wonderful. Sit still or I’ll stop and leave you here. No cumming. With or without me.” Usually Reagan wouldn’t be one to follow orders, and you aren’t one to be boss others around. But the unforgiving and cool demeanor you shoulder like a well-worn and custom coat says otherwise. She nods, chapped bottom lip tugged between her teeth, and you grin.
“Good girl.”
Fuck, she’d drench her panties if she was still wearing them. But she doesn’t, bare all over now and at your sole mercy and benevolence. Close to begging for the latter to avoid the former.
Just that moment of you easing into her, forgoing the prep with how soaked she was and how shitty her attitude was being, feeling her walls clench and twitch around you as you rock back and forth while caging her in. Reagan gets whiny, not used to not getting what she wants. But this moment of you just knocking the air from her lungs and the logic from her brain, wiping her clean like a memory reset, gets her going and loud and vocal. Even if she doesn’t know what she’s saying or what’s flying past her puffy and chapped lips, she’s real eager to be good and be good for you.
You don’t even fuck her harshly, she wants to be a little brat, she’ll get treated like one. Fucked slow and steady until she’s earned her keep and to get fucked right and well. She hates it, keening and writhing, trying to get you to give her more attention and care. Reagan starts pleading and begging nonsensically
“You can do so much better than that, with that pretty mouth of yours,” you trail off, a hand moving past her chest and throat to clutch her cheeks and press her lips together, smushing them with the touch, “my baby needs to go a little braindead tonight? But I’ll be nice, give in early. Poor darlin’, gonna’ need to ice this pussy when I’m through with it.”
Pace changes, hoisting her thighs up on the notch of your elbows while you plant your palms on either side of Reagan’s head, plowing into her and watching as her eyes slammed shut and she tugged on her bottom lip ‘til it nearly burst, crying out with everything in her chest as you fucked her harshly, hitting her cervix and sending her back and forth against the sheets. She’s weepy and beggy, especially as you shift one hand from beside her head to wrap around her throat loosely, only taut at the sides to give her the blood rush and not limit her air supply, knowing she loves that brain fog that comes with that touch. You fuck her dumb, rescinding her doctorate as soon as you press her to the mattress like this, with your lips curled in a snarl while your hips smack back and forth against hers while she gushes around you.
“Gon-, gonna’ cum. Please, gotta’ cum f’you.” Reagan stutters out, watery and thick in her mouth and barely able to form the words with her brain fading as you clutch her throat. You respond, snapping your hips faster and pushing her orgasm further while chasing yours. “Atta’ Girl, cum f’me. All over me,” you trail off, “go ahead.”
“Make a mess.”
Those words send her rocketing off the edge, mind going white as you squeeze her throat one last time before gripping her hips and leaning back to piston in and out, fucking her through it while you finally reach your own climax, shuddering and crying out as you catch yourself on your forearms above her.
She does in fact, make a mess, practically squirting as she came and having a little dripping pool of cum seeping out from her and around you, soaking and staining the sheets that absolutely need to be cleaned. You rise first, senses regained and alert once more to take Reagan in, eyes clenched shut and breathing heavy with her chest heaving. After pressing kisses to her cheeks and lips before she comes to, you pull on an oversized tee and some airy underwear before grabbing a cloth and running it under warm water then filling a spare glass with some cold water and returning to the room.
Sitting for a moment, you take her in, usually being on the opposite end of things and being the one needing the more extensive aftercare. You always enjoyed the rare dynamic switch. Taking care of her tended to be a battle but you always ended up victorious, especially if you won out by having her in bed every night and morning.
“Hey baby,” you coo as you gently pry apart her thighs to clean between them, wiping her sensitive cunt clean while she whines and grabs at your forearm and blinks blearily your at you before offering a small smile. “Hi.” She starts, voice more rough than normal.
“Hello yourself, feel better?” Reagan nods in response, grabbing for you before parting as you step away, sticking her tongue out along with her middle finger before she concedes as you move the grab her one of your oversized hoodies that she immediately curls up in. “Wanna’ go watch tv on the couch and eat while I wash the sheets?”
She nods again, making a snark comment about you being as domesticated as a 1950s housewife as she gets up slowly with help and pads out to the living room before you swiftly smack her bare ass on the way, chuckling at her noise of indignation before stripping the bed while hearing her click around the tv with the remote. Life wasn’t always perfect, but at least you had each other to clear the stormy skies away.
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fortheloveofkonig · 10 months
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I may be the only one but
I'm begging people who write F!Readers to stop describing their readers as "has female anatomy" because it gives off the appearance that it could be a GN!Reader with GN Pronouns just with female anatomy and I read it and get hit in the face with (trad.) feminine pronouns and pet names and "wife" 😩
Please just say F!Reader.
Ofc you don't *have* too but please take it into consideration!!
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worukin · 1 year
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╭୨୧︰ various yandere's x gn reader
・✦⇢ bunch of headcannons for my yandere oc's !!
︰꒰1・ ( warnings ) — overprotective behaviour, yandere themes, bullying, clinginess, possessive behaviour, treating y/n like a trophy, taking advantage of y/ns personality/relationship with them, abuse of authority(?)
︰꒰2・ ( notes ) — hehe first post, been working on this for awhile and i think it's finally ready. i do have oneshots prepared for each oc coming soon!
( if you are uncomfy with this type of content, kindly block me instead. anyway, hope you enjoy reading this aaa <3 )
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   ⊹     ͡   ꒰ childhood friend yandere <3
꒰ childhood friend yan who. . . has always been overprotective of you since kindergarten. both your parents told him how shy you were, and told him to take care of you always.
꒰ childhood friend yan who. . . does as the adults say. i mean, you're his friend! of course he'd watch over you!
꒰ childhood friend yan who. . . eventually starts to have more complicated feelings when puberty hits. he can't help but notice how adorable your quiet nature is.
꒰ childhood friend yan who. . . becomes way more overprotective as the time goes by. you're just so cute! he can't help but want to hold you close everytime. surely you don't mind? you're best friends after all!
꒰ childhood friend yan who. . . takes advantage of your closeness and trust in him. he cooes whenever you do as he says without any hesitation! you always go where he does, and it just fuels his feelings for you even more.
꒰ childhood friend yan who. . . at first had pure intentions, but when he learned some other students had started to bully you because of hanging out with him, he decided that you mattered way more over morals <3
꒰ childhood friend yan who. . . would always accompany you anywhere, both of you practically attatched at the hip as his arm wraps around your shoulder. "stay close to me, you wouldn't want getting run over do you?"
꒰ childhood friend yan who. . . absolutely loves when he has to speak for you, it makes him feel proud that he takes such great care of his "best friend" so well!
꒰ childhood friend yan who. . . who'd do anything to stay with you. oh you want to study at that college? he'll aim for that too! oh you wanna study this course? he'll try his best to learn! oh you're attending that event? guess what, he is too!
꒰ childhood friend yan who. . . is super super clingy. enjoys sleepovers or anytime you two spend together (which is practically every second of the day).
   ⊹     ͡   ꒰ prince yandere <3
꒰ prince yan who. . . has his eyes on a certain servant. at first he admired your loyalty to the royal family and outstanding execution to your duties.
꒰ prince yan who. . . makes it obvious for everyone that you're his favorite amongst every staff working for him.
꒰ prince yan who. . . enjoys spoiling you with his riches any time of the day, sharing his little snacks with you as you work, or giving you his clothing that he claims doesn't fit anymore.
꒰ prince yan who. . . makes sure most of the chores you do is at his wing of the mansion. just so he could watch over you!
꒰ prince yan who. . . adores whenever you try to remain professional in front of a price like him. always talking formally and referring to him as "your highness" despite already saying he's fine with informal words.
꒰ prince yan who. . . tries his best to care for you. it's only fair you get to experience the luxury he lives everyday. he enjoys when you allow him to wash your hair or pick out your clothes.
꒰ prince yan who. . . finds his darling's closed off personality so cute. no need to try and hide, he can already tell how flustered you are~ "awwe, are you getting shy? my my, i didn't know you were this easy to tease."
꒰ prince yan who. . . tells his parents that he wants you promoted to his personal servant. just so you could be together everyday and tend to him <3
꒰ prince yan who. . . shows you off to other nobles during events, basking at thr jealousy thrown his way for having such a great servant! "hmph, why don't you get your own?"
꒰ prince yan who. . . can get jealous quite easily. especially when another royal gets too close with your or one of your colleagues are too friendly for his liking.
   ⊹     ͡   ꒰ actor yandere <3
꒰ actor yan who. . . has taken quite a liking to his personal assistant/manager.
꒰ actor yan who. . . found their looks matching theirs— and believes that both of you combined would make the world fall apart. "they're just not ready for us!"
꒰ actor yan who. . . has quite the attitude and ego. good thing your used to him and naturally patient, makes him fall in love even more~
꒰ actor yan who. . . pouts whenever you make it obvious a relationship between both of you would be a mess if it doesn't work out. why would you worry about that? he'll make it work out.
꒰ actor yan who. . . huffs like a child when things don't go his way. how could you be so mean to him!? he doesn't deserve this! but it's alright, he'll forgive you either way.
꒰ actor yan who. . . adds a "little" extra to your paycheck during payday. expect some random bills slipping it's way into your pockets even before you get paid.
꒰ actor yan who. . . says some tasteful jokes, he can't help but be a flirt and bask in your expression.
꒰ actor yan who. . . would prolong work just so he could make up an excuse for you to stay overnight. "oh y/n, it's past 12! and you live so so far away... i'm so sorry. oh! why don't you stay here?" and no you don't have a choice.
꒰ actor yan who. . . buys you such expensive things. "don't worry about it, it's just dior darling!" seeing you in things he bought swells his heart with joy and possessiveness. it's like he's making his own claim on you <3
꒰ actor yan who. . . treats you out to dinner every now and then. driving you in his car that costs more than your rent, and food more expensive than your tuition. he loves providing for his hardworking darling <3
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t-thathandsomedevil · 5 months
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Best night ever || Tom Riddle x GN! Reader
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Hi💞 im sorry im busy and i have school (Which im failing so bad) so yea (Marcus and Orlando are characters I made up on the spot) The mv is GROWING UP ON THE INTERNET by NOAHFINNCE and its his new song (the mv came out last week i think) and hes amazing so ple listen and tell me wut you think💕 I always accept corrective criticism, spelling correction, grammar correction, and requests. I appreciate your support💗 Sé onr sverdar sitija hvass! 1,758 words 9,988 characters
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Orlando Lopez Marcus Wadsworth
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“Good morning Tom!” You said, pulling the duvet from your best friend’s body and opening the curtains, letting blinding rays of sunshine lighten Tom's dormitory.
Tom groaned and shielded his eyes “Y/N you're killing me!” “Happy birthday!!” You exclaimed, thrusting a present wrapped in dark green wrapping paper and tied closed with a black satin ribbon. “It’s literally six in the morning, Y/N, god.” Tom groused, covering his eyes and turning away from the glaring rays of sunshine “And close the curtains!” You laugh and close the blinds “Vampire” Tom rolled his eyes and got up “Shut up Y/L/N” You laughed and playfully nudged Tom “Shush, I’m just being honest. You’re acting like a vampire.” “Hahaha very funny” Tom said, rolling his eyes again “I’m going to change go away” “You are so mean.” You complained “I even got you a gift” “Y/N I’m going to change. Unless you want to watch me” Tom said with a smirk “Hm?” “Ewwwwww” You whine, frowning at Tom “Your gross” Tom smiled in amusement “You didn’t want to leave, so I assumed you wanted to.” You scrunch your nose, disgusted “No,” “Mmmm? Don’t be so harsh darling~” You mimicked gagging “Tom stop I’m going to be sick.” Tom laughed, stroking your cheek gently with his hand “Okay my love,” You roll your eyes and walk out of the room, your heart beating two beats a second. Y/N, calm down, he was just being his flirty self. It’s fine… You silently chided yourself, calming your breathing. “Y/N, I’m done changing” Tom said, peeking his beautiful face through the door. “You can come back in.” You nodded “Okay Riddle.” Tom chuckled and opened the door for you, smirking the whole time. “Thank you, Tom.” You said, picking up the present and smiling up at him “Can you open your present now?” “Is this a muggle…. Tradition? It’s very.. Odd” Tom noted, taking the present “why wrapped boxes?” You snort-laughed “Tom, do you live under a rock?? It’s a birthday tradition not only for muggles! And it’s not a ‘wrapped box’, it's a present!” Tom looked at you with a confused look “What do I do with it?” “Oh my Lord Tom, you open it!” You laughed, putting the present in Tom’s lap. “What is the point of wrapping it all nice if you’re going to open it anyway?” “Ughhhhhh Tom just open it, goddammit!” Tom chuckled again, “Okay, if you insist.” Tom pulled the satin string, untying the bow and began ripping off the tape. You sighed “Tom, you can rip the paper, it’s okay.” Tom looked at you blankly “But why did you wrap it if I’m going to rip the paper?” “Nevermind” You groaned, shaking your head. Tom shrugged and ripped the paper with guilt. “Why is there another box?” “Open iiiittttttttttttttttt!” You said excitedly, almost vibrating with eagerness. Tom looked at you with complete bewilderment. “Okay..” He opened the box and looked at the small silver, snake-shaped ring. “Is this an engagement ring my love?”
“Ew no” You said, sticking your tongue out. “It’s a birthday present.” Tom nodded and smirked “If you say so darling~ Why do I get gifts on my birthday?” You rolled your eyes at Tom “I know 100% now that you are a vampire that lives under a rock.”
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“Y/N what did you get Tom?” Marcus Wadsworth asked with a smirk on his face “A kiss, perhaps?” You laughed, shoving Marcus “No!” “We were so sure our ship sailed” Orlando Lopez sighed, also smirking slightly. “Hey mothertruckers~” Tom said, the silver snake ring glistening on his middle finger “Has my ship perhaps sailed?” he added, his smirk widened when he saw Marcus and Orlando sitting shoulder-to-shoulder at the table. Orlando blushed but Marcus smirked and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Imagine shipping your friends.” Marcus said, smirking. “Imagine you shipping your friends,” You retorted. Tom smirked “Who do you ship Y/N with? Hmm?” “You.” Orlando said, looking at Marcus who was now sitting in his lap. “Oh really~” Tom said, smirking at you “What do you think, my love?~” “About being shipped with a vampire? Not great” You said, grinning, sarcasm dripping in your voice. “Lol” Marcus said “Shut up Wadsworth.” Orlando rested his head in the crook of Marcus’ neck “Y/N, we’re having a double date with you and Tom and we’re going to the carnival tonight.” You stared at him “A double date? With me and Tom?” “Mmhm” Marcus hummed, smirking. “You guys are dating? Since when?” Tom asked, looking between Orlando and Marcus “Oh my God.” “Tom, I support them more than you because I set them up.” You said smugly, playfully shoving him. “Oooohh someones flirting~~” Orlando stage-whispered, with a large smirk. “Orlando Lopez I’m not flirting.” You huffed, feeling heat rise in your face. “Sureeee” Marcus smirked even wider, which you didn’t know was possible. “Mmm~” Tom smirked and put his hand on your thigh “calm down my love~” Marcus and Orlando chuckled as your face turned red. “I ship.” Orlando said “I ship them more.” Marcus said, giving Orlando’s cheek again. “Whatever guys shut up.” You said, blushing, your heart beating nine times faster at Tom’s hand sitting on your thigh.
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You put on a nice green outfit before you left your dormitory later that evening.
“Oooohh someone’s dressed up~” Marcus, who was dressed in a white tank-top and nice black jeans, said, smirking and clinging onto Orlando, who was wearing a hoodie and nicer jeans. “Oh my god.” Orlando said, and at first, you thought he was staring at you, but you noticed he was looking at something past you. “Holy shit..” Marcus said, receiving a soft slap from Orlando “Language mister.” “What?” you asked, ignoring Marcus’ language and turning around “Holy….” Tom dressed in a white shirt and a green vest, black dress pants and dress shoes. “Hey sweetheart~” Tom said with a smirk, putting his arm around your waist. “You look nice~” You blushed and your stomach fluttered but you smiled “Thank you, you look nice as well.” Tom smirked and gave you a quick cheek kiss. “Orlando, can you dress like that sometime?” Marcus asked, looking at his boyfriend with puppy-eyes. “Shut up.”
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“Is this another muggle tradition? Or like, recreation or something?” Tom asked, looking around the carnival with a mixture of confusion, admiration, and disgust. “Yes, Tom, even I know what a carnival is, god.” Marcus said with an eyeroll. “Marc, be nice.” Orlando chided “he was raised in an orphanage.” Tom grimaced slightly but caught himself and the smirk returned to his beautiful face. “Yes. What do you do at this… carnival?” You smiled and slipped your hand into Tom’s “You can buy food, go on rides, and that kind of stuff,” Tom nodded slowly “But you can buy food at a grocery store. Why would they sell food here if they only come once a year?” You laughed “Tom, they sell cotton candy, candy apples, and popcorn. It’s really good, trust me.” Marcus smirked, “Your relationship is adorable, I swear to god.” he said, resting his chin on Orlando’s shoulder. “I love the way Tom knows nothing and it’s his first time for everything and it’s with you.” Orlando told you with a half smile half smirk. “Guys I’m hungry, can we get food?” Tom blurted, eyeing the food cart. “The smell is making me hungry.” You smiled, “I told you it’ll be good.” “Who’s paying? I’ll pay.” Orlando said, taking out his wallet. “Okayy thank you.” You said, smiling at Orlando and pulling Tom to the cart, Marcus and Orlando following behind you. “Hello. What would you like today?” The cashier asked sweetly when you arrived, giving you, Tom, Marcus, and Orlando a big smile. “Uh,” Orlando paused and counted everyone under his breath “four candy apples please.” “I want cotton candyyy” Marcus said, looking at Orlando with puppy-eyes. “I want cotton candy too!” You said, looking briefly at Tom and also looking at Orlando pleadingly.
“Okay fine. Four candy apples and two cotton candy.” Orlando said to the cashier, who smiled at him and said: “Okay, that would be… 27.86 please.”
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After Orlando payed for the food, you found a empty table and sat down, you and Tom on one side and Marcus and Orlando on the other (though they only took up one spot because Orlando sat with Marcus in his lap) “What is this…. Pink cloud thing?” Tom asked, poking the cotton candy in your hand with his finger cautiously. You snorted “It’s cotton candy, Tom!” Tom titled his head as he looked at you “How can it be cotton and candy at the same time?” You rolled your eyes and Marcus and Orlando laughed “Nevermind. It’s good, try it.” Tom gingerly took the stick and took a small bite. “……” “It’s good.” Tom said finally after swallowing the small piece of cotton candy. “You never ate cotton candy before? Damn!” Marcus said, his mouth stuffed with candy apple. Orlando rolled his eyes “Don’t speak with your face stuffed, Marc” “Your nickname for Marcus is cute,” You said with a slight smirk on your face. “Mmm, I can give you a cuter nickname~” Tom said to you, softly caressing your hair. “Don’t lie.” “How about… Princess?” Tom said, smirking still. “No..” You said in a teasing voice. “..Kitty?” “Still no,” Tom thought for a second then a wicked grin appeared on his face “Princess Kitty.” Marcus weezed and took a swig of water that only made him choke more. “Shit Marc,” Orlando laughed, patting his boyfriend’s back. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” Marcus weezed. “Marcus chokes so easily.” Tom noted. “Shut up.” “Tom, do you like the cotton candy?” You asked with a smile, resting your head on Tom’s shoulder. “Yes, my love~” Tom whispered, brushing your hair with his hand “I do~” You smiled “Good.” “You guys are adorable~” Marcus whispered, sitting next to Orlando and smirking at you and Tom. “Shut up.” You said, blushing. Tom laughed and smirked “Can I get a kiss?~” he asked you, twirling your H/C hair between his fingers. You flushed bright pink but smiled “Okayy.” Tom smiled and pressed his lips against yours, kissing you softly. He tasted like cotton candy and faintly of mint gum.
When Tom pulled away, he caressed your neck softly “You're adorable~” “Riddle be quiet.”
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emmyrosee · 19 days
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Sometimes, it’s just fun to mess with Sukuna.
He likes to think he’s got you figured out, like how he knows how to navigate each one of your antics like the back of his hand.
But right now, over ice cream, you decide to pull a fast one on him, keep him back on his toes and let him fester in the playfulness that sometimes slips from the relationship.
“Here kuna baby, try this,” you hum, passing him a spoonful of ice cream. He shrugs and leans over, taking the bite and chewing it thoughtfully.
“Pretty good.”
“Right?” You giggle, before wiping your spoon clean. “I didn’t think I’d like the bits of cookie but-“
“What the fuck was that?”
You quirk your brow as his raise in annoyance, looking at you angrily. “What was what, babe?”
“I know you didn’t just wipe your spoon clean,” he snaps. “Be so fucking for real.”
You giggle, “well… yeah… why wouldn’t I? I don’t want to eat your spit.”
“Eat my- WE MAKE OUT?!”
“That’s different,” you scoff. “That’s consensual. This was my spoon.”
His eyes are blown with annoyance as they look around your face for any indication that you’re full of shit and messing with him, but when you give him a simple shrug, he throws his spoon down and immediately grips your cheeks in his hands, pulling you into a messy, noisy kiss, which you squeal into. You taste the rocky road in his lips, and as much as you want to melt into the intense affection, to rile him up more, you bring yours hands to his chest to push him away.
“Kuna!” You gasp against his lips. “What’re you-“
“Look,” he snarls, pulling away angrily. “We’ve been together too long for us to think anything is gross. I refuse to let you think any part of me is gross. Dickhead. I’m perfect.”
“I was kidding!” You laugh, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks. “There’s nothing in the world I find more attractive than you and your spit.”
Now, he lets out a gag and pulls a face at your words, “alright. Moods gone. You ruined it.” He shakes his head from your grip and pouts.
“Babyyyy,” you titter, grabbing and smushing his cheeks together while you nudge his nose. “There’s always a mood with you.”
“Yeah. And you constantly ruin it.”
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rrairey · 3 months
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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔;
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a/n: jujutsu kaisen characters because..... why not? i just wanted to write something today-
Megumi Fushiguro, Yuuji Itadori, Ryomen Sukuna, Suguru Geto
cw: an itty bitty sprinkle of angst and tooth-rotting fluff.
taglist✨: @no-b10g-here @anxious-chick @aleluvsuu (please let me know if you want to join the taglist!!)
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𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨
There was only one time ever that he yelled at you.
He was tense, his day was going terribly, and he knew that you were just trying to help but...
"For god's sake just leave me alone!"
And as soon as those words left his mouth, he was instantly washed over by a wave of guilt, because when he turned around...
'Fuck.'
Those unshed tears pooled up in your e/c eyes, and your beautiful face turned blank as you met his gaze, traces of unreadable emotion hidden in the beautiful depths.
"Fine."
Turning to leave, you speed walk towards the door, only to pause as Megumi practically leapt off his bed to tackle you with a hug.
"No, no, no, darling I'm sorry, please don't go."
Whispering apologies, he held on to you as if he couldn't bear to let go as if you were the one thing keeping him anchored. He tightened his grip around you as you turned to face him, one of those tears slipping down your face as you stared up at him.
"It's okay I'm here, i'm sorry."
Cradling your face, Megumi wiped away that one tear, all the traces of annoyance gone as you sniff and bury your head into his chest, hearing the sound of his heartbeat.
"I'm sorry."
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𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 be for real. that cutie pie ain't gonna yell at you. he cries if you cry and he would comfort you while tears dramatically stream down his face, he isn't gonna yell.
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𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚
There are some days that every little thing pisses him off.
Today was one of those days.
"How do they fail at the simplest of instructions?!"
With his red eyes glimmering with unleashed rage, Sukuna paced across the throne room with you standing off to the side. The curse was kneeling on the floor, one of its arms missing and the stench of fear practically radiating off the poor thing.
"Get out before I RIP YOU TO SHREDS."
And before the last words dripped off his mouth, the curse tripped over air and scrambled out of the room, while Sukuna added another hole in the wall, a small boom filling the throne room as the curse exited.
"Ryo, I think you're being too harsh on them."
You brush off a speck of dust on your otherwise immaculate suit/dress, watching as Sukuna's hands twitch with restrained anger, his back turned towards you.
"No, it's just every one of them is utterly useless!"
And with those words, he struck the stone wall with the palm of his hands, a massive crack now resting on the wall as dust rained from the ceiling.
"Ryo... I think you need to calm dow-"
"Shut up for one goddamn moment!"
The silence took over the throne room, the very air stilling.
And Sukuna was instantly engulfed by emotions that made him want to tear out his hair, as he faced you and saw that you turned your face away.
But he knew.
He knew from where your shoulders seemed to cave in to protect yourself, the shaky breaths.
'what the fuck do i do?'
He didn't want you to be hurt.
Cautiously walking forward, he didn't say anything, gently turning you around.
"Look at me."
He whispered, fighting the uncertainty that was clouding his mind. You turned your face away, and Sukuna sighed, lifting one of his hands to delicately cradle your face, his 'heart' sinking to his feet as he saw the pooled-up tears, hidden in the e/c eyes that you called plain, but he called ethereal.
"Don't cry."
Wrapping his arms around you, he gingerly held you as if you were a dying flame.
"Please. Don't cry."
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𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨
He was pissed off.
You could tell.
From the muscle twitching in his jawline to how he kept tearing his hands through his already messed-up hair...
You should've kept quiet.
"Whats wrong?"
Geto inhaled a sharp breath, his shoulders twitching with barely controlled rage and began rolling up the sleeves of his unbuttoned polo shirt, his usual onyx eyes...
Cold.
"It's nothing you should worry your pretty head about."
But it wasn't the soft tone he used for you.
It was the voice of steel.
"Bu-"
With his tone of voice, you should've shut up right then and there.
But you were worried about him.
"For one fucking moment can you go away?!"
And the worry instantly turned into hurt anger.
And Geto's pissed-off expression turned into a frantic one as he turned to see your beautiful face, with your bottom lip slightly trembling.
'fuck. why do i always have to ruin everything?'
And he watched as you stilled and bolted for the door.
The door that he was in front of, was the only way out.
And when you ran past him, Geto practically stepped in front of you so that you ran into him, the force driving the air from his lungs, but he didn't flinch.
Only wrapped his arms around you, as tight as he could, pressing little kisses on your head as he felt your body shiver.
"I didn't mean it."
He whispered, his onyx eyes closing as he held you.
"i fucked up again, didn't I?"
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chososlilprincess · 4 months
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Virgin Choso who doesnt know why he feels hot one day when he looks at you, something twitching in his pants and his face turns pink from…embarrassment? He doesnt understand these new feelings that come with having a human body, and he doesn’t know why he’s reluctant to ask someone about it. Not you atleast, he couldn’t ask you. What if you thought he was weird? or creepy? why does he even care? he’s never cared about silly things like what others think of him.
When he eventually confides in his younger brother Yuji, he tells him something he can’t pick whether is terrifying or exciting. “its normal bro, you just like her,” he tells him like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “and when you like somebody they often make you feel uh…horny,” Yuji said grinning. Choso gets more and more embarrassed as Yuji tells him the basics of the birds and the bees.
Now Choso was in his bed, rock hard in his underwear after thinking about you for a little too long. He thought of what Yuji told him to do when his cock starts feeling weird, he had to ‘jerk off’ which his brother had told him would ’help the ache in his dick but make his feelings for you worse’
Choso sighed and reached a hand down to touch his cock, not yet reaching into his underwear. He sucked in a breath, it was terribly sensitive. pathetic.
He thought about you as he rubbed himself with his hand, thought about how you look when you laugh, about your pretty fucking eyes. The prettiest ones he’d ever seen in his almost 200 years of living. He shudders, and when he looks down again there’s a wet spot forming in his underwear, right where his tip was placed.
He feels dirty, he feels like a pervert. Thinking about his pretty friend while doing something so nasty. It feels wrong. But he needs it, he craves it.
He reluctantly pulls down his boxers, watching as his cock springs up, and it hurts. He thinks of you again, about that one time you stumbled over your own feet, and put your pretty little hand on his chest so you wouldn’t fall.
He touches his tip and he whines. fuck. it’s red and sensitive and little beads of what he assumes is pre cum, leaks out.
He starts playing with himself, grasping his length softly and stroking it once. He lifts up his tshirt and puts it in his mouth, to not make too much noice. it feels so fucking good already.
He begins stroking it slowly. up and down, just doing what feels good. He spits in his hand and brings it back to his cock to continue jerking off. He whimpers.
He’s so desperate for you to like him, for you to touch him, for him to be yours. And for you to be his. He closes his eyes, and he pictures you next to him, your smaller hand replacing his own, stroking him, telling him you love him. He thinks about kissing your pretty lips, holding your cute face in his hands. He thinks about being inside you,
his dick twitches as he groans, spilling his sticky load on his stomach while his whole body shakes. He stares at his mess, breathing heavily while he comes down from his high.
fuck. He wants you so bad, he needs you.
and Yuji was right, the ache in his now softening dick is gone, but the ache in his heart only got worse.
part two here
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