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lowkeyremi · 11 months

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i rlly liked the gyaru post n was wondering if you could write hq boys with a gyaru crush ( like the guys have a crush on a gyaru ) myb a small fic ( tanaka, yams aone pls )

I'm glad you liked the last one! This is such a cute concept tbh, Aone would be too scared to say anything lmaooo

HQ Drabbles: Gyaru Crush 💕 ft. Tanaka, Yams, and Aone.

Content: Fluff, a lil bit of stalking cuz Tanaka's just like that, miscommunication bc Aone isn't good w words, crushes.

Banner credit: gifcities and geocities

Tanaka Ryu:

"I should have packed lunch today, this sucks." Your best friend nods when she sees your soggy french fries.

"That bald guy is staring at you again." She slurps her yogurt tube in a few seconds. You look around and sure enough that second year was looking at you again.

You're in your third year now, according to Sugawara the 'bald' kid's name is Tanaka, and it's said he has a huge crush on Kiyoko.

"Probably thinks my makeup is weird like everyone else does." He notices you looking and turns away to his short friend... it's Nishi something.

"Or maybe he likes you." You roll your eyes while she wiggles her eyebrows.

"Yeah right, it's obvious he likes Kiyoko." She cringes when you eat a mouthful of soggy fries.

"He might be using Kiyoko as a cover up." You weren't going to keep waiting for him to say why he's always being creepy so you walk over to his table.

"Why are you always staring at me?" His short friend giggles and turns away.

"Staring- me huh?" His face flushes as he stammers for words.

"Yes, is it my makeup? I know it's not normal but starting is really rude." Out of the corner of your eye you can see his friend covering his mouth to try and conceal his snickering.

"Ah- it's not like that! I think your makeup is unique and I think you're really cool!" He blurts out and his friend bursts into laughter.

"Noya shut up!" He elbows him.

"Really? Is this some kind of joke?" He notices your hand on your hip.

"No! C-can we be friends?" His voice sounds like a shy little kid.

"Um... sure?" There has to be some hidden motive behind this...

"Got anything else to tell her, Ryu?" The short fry wiggles his eyebrows.

"Nishinoya I will end-"

"I'm gonna go finish my lunch." Tanaka starts stammering again when you start to walk away.

"Could um... could I get you dinner sometime? AS FRIENDS THOUGH!" He suddenly adds.

He definitely has a crush on you.

"Yeah anytime." He smiles, and you skip back to your table.

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Yamaguchi Tadashi:

"Is that all?" You ask politely scanning his cart to see if he's got anything else.

He nods his head yes, "Your total is 870 yen, how would you like to pay?" He hands you 1,000 yen, like he does every time.

"Keep the change." You sigh and look for change.

"That's too much of a tip." Yamaguchi (as you've learned from your uncle), comes in maybe three times a week for the same thing and tries to leave you a huge tip.

"Your hair's really pretty." He notioned to the style you were going for today, you think it brings out your makeup.

"Keishin says I look like a rebellious punk." You giggle right along with Yams.

"It's Uncle Keishin to you, brat! You're lucky to even be getting paid!" Yamaguchi quietly snickers because you rolled your eyes mimicking your uncle. Once everything's bagged up you hand it to him.

"Bye, Yams." He takes the bag, and holds still like a statue.

"Something wrong?"

"When'll you be back to work here again?" There's this look in his eyes that you can't quite determine.

"When ever I get back from school, I can't take a lot of breaks or I'll get behind on my assignments." He frowns.

"Hey, not my fault I'm a college student." You shrug.

"I really wish I could go with you to ward off all the weirdos who think gyaru isn't cool." He's an adorable little third year.

"Gyaru's not for everyone. I get hateful comments all the time, but they don't bother me that much anymore." It's the hard truth, you cannot force people to like you.

"Well can I take you out when you get back?" Oh, he's real brave today. Not once has he asked something remotely as obvious as this.

You can tell he likes you, that much was clear. This is the first time he's been straightforward with you though.

"You can take me out when I get off of work." You lean over the counter and press your glossy lips to his cheek. When you pull away you can see a faint mark of lip gloss from your lips.

"Go on to school now, Yams." He spirals at your smirk and walks out like a drunken man.

You're bonked on the head with newspaper, "Do your job and stop flirtin' so much!"

"Don't take your frustration out on me, I know you don't get any Keishin." He grumbles at your laughter.

"It's Uncle Keishin."

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Aone Takanobu:

"Kogane! I'm so going to beat your ass!" Your threat echoes through the gym and no one makes the effort to save him.

"I didn't mean to mess up your makeup and hair, please forgive me!!" He whines.

The idiot thought it'd be funny to spray you with his water bottle, long story short he got a little heavy handed with the pouring.

You raise your fist to hit him but you're stopped by a hand much bigger than yours. A low grunt can be heard and you turn around to see Aone holding your wrist.

"He deserves it! Let go!" He thinks his grip is too tight, so he loosened it.

"H-here." He hands you his team jacket.

"Thank you, Aone. That is so sweet." He nods.

"Um I know how important your clothing and hair are to you." At first you can't tell if he's being genuine or a goody two shoes.

"Um... gyaru right? I thought it was super weird awhile back." At least he was honest.

"How'd you know?" You most likely already know the answer.

"I did some research after seeing your unusual clothing option that one time." He rubs the back of his neck.

"So you're stalking me?" That's honestly what it sounds like.

"No- I just wanted to understand you better." He says with a little more confidence.

"Why?"

"Ah....." His cheeks go red and he power walked away.

Huh... interesting.

Hey sillies, im tired so ima go to sleep. Also I watched a horror movie by myself for the first time but I didn't get scared at all. Idk I just kept screaming at the main character being so dumb. bye guys 😘

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goldensunset · 1 year

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hi so i’ve already said a thousand times how sora failing the mark of mastery exam (when he did everything he reasonably could’ve; it was rigged against him bc of unfair interference) and being belittled for not being strong enough (without receiving much in the way of actual constructive advice, just getting laughed at) is sooooooo adhd

but also think about how sora actually was considered strong enough once upon a time. it’s not like his entire life has been marked by failure or and yen sid is just dunking on him for that. sora was a special amazing kid, chosen by the one and only keyblade. sure he knows he wasn’t its first choice and he struggles to embrace his role as a hero at first but once he does he shines. there’s nothing sora can’t do! sounds like a textbook undiagnosed adhd gifted kid, right? growing up being told you were just so special and cool

but then you get older and you fall off the curve. your brain differences stop working for you and start working against you. now suddenly you’re no better than anyone else around you. maybe you’re actually worse than the others because now you’re at the point where you have to try but you never learned how to try because success used to come naturally

think about how ‘the keyblade’ isn’t a thing anymore- it’s just ‘a keyblade.’ sora is now surrounded by lots of other wielders in his life, who just come in one after another. by kh3 it’s clear that having a keyblade, while still relatively rare in this modern world, maybe isn’t quite that special after all

there’s that awkward feeling of ‘hey am i really all that important in the world after all/maybe they’d be better suited for this than me’ but now there’s also the ‘how come i’m not even as good as i used to be’/what went wrong with me’. that’s a pretty awful double whammy of a self esteem blow. like idk imagine if you were that super smart neurodivergent kid and then when you grow up you find yourself placed in a group with a bunch of super smart neurotypical adults and you’ve evenly matched in achievements. except at this point they’re getting better and you’re getting worse

oh also the way that even though he’s getting dunked on he’s still being trusted with huge responsibilities anyway. imagine being told you suck at everything and your failures are your fault but then being told you still have to go on a mission to try and get stronger. i think tanking someone’s self esteem like that is probably going to make it hard for them to get better. it’s just a vicious circle. like sora is made fun of but then it’s brushed aside as hey we’re just joking around buddy we’re your friends! we still need you! even though you kinda suck! do this for us! we love you! like ouch. and sora is just :-) :’-) :-) ok! the whole time

tldr idk

#kingdom hearts #mine: kh #sora #is this coherent or interesting or real idk

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rinrinx2 · 2 years

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hihi could i possibly req ran or hanma (up to you) x reader where is friends w boten n one night while they're all drinking n he always tries to get with her (reader) but she had always turned him down but this night she finally says yes bc she left her emotionally abusive bf for him

maybe the other boten boys hear or walk in n are shocked she finally said yes lol

if youre not comfy writing this no worries!

I hope you like it 💕💕💕, Also i apologize in advance for the use of the phrase city girls be up

Finally a yes

Hanma x Reader

Warnings: smut, innapropriate language, mature themes, bets being made without your knowledge, Hanma

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Suzuki Takumi, your once boyfriend, and now ex-boyfriend had broken up with you earlier that week. After what felt like months of arguing back and forth was finally over. You had met Takumi in your youth, and had been together since high school, but once started off as two high school sweethearts quickly turned sour. Takumi was possessive and demanding, you were expected to make Takumi your world, place him on a pedestal above others, but when it came to you, you were just another girl in his books.

But even with his neglectful treatment you still stood beside him, being the good girlfriend. No matter what man approached you, you would stay clear of them, even when the man who you had a crush on since you were in middle school asked you out during a Bonten gathering, Shuji Hanma.

Hanma wasn’t a formal member of Bonten, but he did work as their undesignated hitman; the only reason you knew such information was because you worked as Bonten’s supplier assistant, whatever the men of Bonten needed you provided no matter how dangerous or weird the items were.

So, Hanma’s appearance at Bonten meetings and gatherings become a regular, you’d see each other more and more and at every sighting of you he would offer to create an evening of magic which you politely declined out of respect of your boyfriend.

The custom of Hanma asking you out at every Bonten gathering became such a norm that the other men began to place bets whether you would finally say yes or if you’d decline him.

So, now at the monthly gathering you sat alone at the bar, not really mopping your breakup but more so celebrating it. You were finally free of the burden of a man named Takumi and he even sparred you the guilt of having to break up with him, as he left you for some poor girl who probably bought just you once did.

You were basking in your newfound independence unaware of who was about to approach you. Silently like a predator stalking his prey Hanma approached you.

“Good evening (Y/N)” Hanma said as he sat beside you on the open bar stool.

“Evening Shuji” you said with massive smile on your face.

“You must be getting really wasted if you’re greeting me with such enthusiasm” Hanma teased you, with some truth in his words as you never sounded that excited to see him and would usually address him on his last name, but still Hanma was not about to deter your good mood.

“Oh common, you have such a nice name” you said gently pushing his shoulder as you giggled.

You had been so long out of the game that you were unsure if you were flirting correctly, but from Hanma’s reaction you could tell that your flirtatious tone was going well. But all the way on the other side of the room unaware to both you and Hanma bets were being made as per usual.

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“I bet 1000 yen she’s going to say yes” Ran said as he placed his money on the glass table, he sat at with the rest of Bonten.

“I bet 1500 yen (Y/N) will say no as usual” Sanzu said placing his money his money above Ran’s.

“I’m with my brother on this one” Rindou said placing a 1000-yen wad on the table.

“How sure are you on that?” Kakucho asked.

“Look at her body language, she’s leaning into him, placing her hand on his thigh, she’s laughing at all his stupid jokes. Clear sign shell says yes” Rindou explained.

“I still say she won’t doesn’t seem in her nature to just change so suddenly” Kakucho said as he placed his 1000 yen on the table.

“She’s going to fold” Takeomi said as he continued smoking his cigarette.

“Oh really” Mikey said looking at the older male.

“Yes, she will. Take it from a man with experience” Takeomi replied.

“Okay hot shot put your money where your mouth is” Mikey said as he reached into his pocket placing 2000 yen on the table and Takeomi reached into his trouser pocket pulling out the same amount and placing it on the table.

“Okay all bets are in. Now we wait” Koko said as he reached for all the money on the table as he began to carefully organize it.

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“So, you’re a single girl now” Hanma said with raised eyebrows and a smirk on his face.

“Single and free” you said raising your glass, as you had just finished your explanation on what had occurred between you and your ex-boyfriend.

“Yes, city girls be up” Hanma said as he clanked his glass against yours.

You laughed at Hanma’s response. He really was just as nice as he seemed, he listened inventively and gave advice that came from the heart but still with a sense of logic to it. He was funny, tall, handsome, and seemed to be a true gentleman.

You only hoped that he would catch onto your interests in him, and you prayed that he would ask you out as he usually did as you already had your answer ready for him.

“You’re single, I’m single so why-”

“Yes” you said hastily not even allowing Hanma to finish his sentence.

You quickly realized how your urgency could be perceived, as well as how disrespectful it may seem to have cut him off before he finished his sentence.

“Sorry, but yes I would love to go out with you” you said more calmly this time.

“Great, shall we get started now” Hanma said as he extended his arm for you to take.

You hooked your arm into his and walked beside him as the two of you left the hotel ballroom that the Bonten gathering was being held.

You and Hanma didn’t venture far, as the two of you ended up going to the room you would be staying at for the evening at the hotel.

Hanma was a gentleman, he sat at an arm’s length distance from you, and he never made any suggestive jokes or comments rather keeping the conversation about you. But still you couldn’t help the need growing between your legs, as you could feel the slick form between your thighs, you couldn’t help it the way Hanma’s shirt fit on him allowed you to make out the outline of his firm and defined body.

You tried you best to pay attention to what he said, biting your lip in concentration.

“Are you okay (Y/N)?” he asked, with worry now on his features.

“Oh I’m fine, its just” you said as your words became more quieter.

“Just what?” he asked as he kept his gaze on you.

“I like you a lot Hanma, and I don’t want you thinking of this as just some rebound. Ive really liked you since middle school and -” but before you could finish your sentence Hanma’s soft warm lips was on yours.

And it took you a second before you kissed him back.

“I’ve liked you since middle school too, (Y/N)” Hanma said as he slightly pulled back from your lips, only to go back and kiss you more passionately this time.

Hanma slipped his tongue into your mouth, gliding his wet muscle over yours feeling as you moaned into his mouth. Hanma carefully pushed onto the bed; Hanma pulled back for a second removing his shirt.

You watched in awe, as he took his shirt off, his body was sledner yet so defined, which had you leaking out. Once Hanma had fully removed his shirt, he went back to kissing you. You wrapped your legs around his waist causing your dress to ride up, Hanma began to grinf into you clothed arousal. His hard cock now brushing up against your clothed clit making you moan out loudly at the tingles of pleasure.

“You want me to fuck you?” Hanma said pulling back grabbing your cheeks gently.

So enamoured by his commanding aura that you simply nodded up and down as a way to say yes.

“Good girl” Hanma said as he moved up unbuckling his belt and pulling it slightly down so that his hard cock could come out.

When you saw Hanma’s cock your pussy began to clench around nothing. His cock was massive, a long shaft with a thick head, girthy all the way around and the slit was shining from the leaking pre-cum that dripped down his shaft.

Hanma grabbed your legs that once hugged his waist to bring you closer, he slightly raised your body so that he could lift the dress from your body. You were amazed at his strength to remove a dress so easily from your body, so amazed that you hadn’t even noticed that Hanma had removed your bra, only when the cool evening breeze caused your nipples to pebble had you realized the lack of a bra.

Hanma didn’t say anything as he looked down at your body, rather a smirk was placed on his lips before he pulled your panties down. Hanma watched as a string of slick pulled down along with your panties, a sign indicating to him of how wet you were for him which only made him harder.

Without any warning Hanma plunged his massive cock into your pussy, the sensation of being filled all the way up to your cervix with Hanma’s cock was making your pussy clench unbearable tight.

“Shit” Hanma moaned softly at the tightening of your busy. Hanma remained still inside your busy allowing you to adjust to his massive size,, until he felt you roll your hips undeaneath his.

The moment Hanma felt some movement from you he began to thrust into your pussy, hard deep thrusts that caused his balls to slap against your ass.

The feeling of Hanma's cock being dragged against your pussy walls was causing your pussy to flutter. You pussy was devoring his cock as you savoured the feeling of his cock being oulle din and out of your walls as his top pushed against the spot in your pussy that made you scream his name over and over.

“Your pussy is so good” Hanma said as he shoved his dick to the deepest part of your pussy while you helpelessy grabbed ta his shoulder.

“Can I cum in you or on your puffy pussy folds” Hanma said with that teasing tone that made you clench harder around him.

“On my pussy” you moaned out as Hanma now began to fuck you faster, shoving his dick back and forth inside you, causing the pressure in yout tummy to build fast.

Hanma couldn’t last much longer inside your walls, feeling as his balls were ready to release itself all over your pussy. So, Hanma began to fuck like a rabbit in heat.

You were close, the feeling of Hanma’s cock was becoming to much fast. Hanma could tell you were about to cum from the way your pussy began to milk him.

“You gonna cum pretty girl?”

“Ye-ss” you cried out, causing Hanma to remove his cock from your pussy as he began to rub your clit back and forth.

Your pussy ached to have Hanma back inside but the way he was rubbing your clit with lubed fingers was quickly making you forgte the sensation of his cock, as you were now overhwlmed with pleasure, until finally the pressure in your pussy became to much and you came hard. You pussy clenched down hard around nothing as you squirted out onto the bed beneath you. Hanma continued playing with your clit as he grabbed his cock with his other hand and gave it a few rough strokes before he came all over your pussy.

You and Hanma remained still for a moment until you had caught your breath, when you looked down between your legs you saw that it was covered in white liquid just as Hanma had promised.

“Told you I would” Hanma said with a laugh as he stood up grabbing a towel to clean the mess he had made between your legs.

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Sanzu was walking around the hotel, half drunk looking for an ice machine for some unknown reason. He wobbled about the corridors until he heard a thumping noise.

“That must be the ice machine” Sanzu hiccupped out as he stumbled to where the sound came from without a second to waste Sanzu opened the door to find you with your legs bent to your head with Hanma balls deep inside you for what was the third time that night.

You quickly covered your breast with your arms, but Hanma remained in the same positions, which caused a slight blush to form on your cheeks.

“Get the fuck out Sanzu, I’m doing my girl”

Sanzu turned his head slightly to the right as he began to scream out of the door.

“RaN yOu FucKinG HaITani YoU WoN. ThEy FucKed … anD I THinK TheY’Re DaTinG NoW. CongrUlatIonS”

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 9 months

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Broken Heart

Summary: You were the first and only female Witcher.

You and Geralt had been together since you were teenagers, training and fighting alongside each other for decades. However, when Yennefer of Vengerberg showed up, he chose her.

Now, years later, you go back to Kaer Morhen for the winter and come face to face with Geralt of Rivia, forcing old feelings to resurface once again.

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Language, violence

Previous Chapter

Chapter 19-

Over the next couple of days, you and Geralt trained.

It started off with simply walking around camp which then turned into slow and steady moves with your swords. Eithné had given Geralt a new sword since his had been shattered by Vilgefortz, and Triss, the wonderful sorceress, had grabbed your sword from the beach when she portalled you here.

Jaskier sat on the sidelines watching you and Geralt train while he wrote in his notebook, no doubt coming up with new songs.

Yennefer had shown up out of the blue one night. She didn't bring any good news with her though and she didn't have Ciri. She did however heal the worst of yours and Geralt’s injuries but left soon after saying that Aretuza and the other mages needed her now that Tissaia was dead.

Your knee was still playing up occasionally even after Yen had tried to heal it. Eithné gave you more of her healing waters to try and help, but nothing seemed to properly heal it. Whatever Vilgefortz’s staff was made out of, it had done some significant damage. It mostly healed though, and you only had a small limp, so it could be worse.

"I don't remember Vesemir's elixir recipe involving so many..." Jaskier trailed off holding up a wriggling worm in his hand. "...worm guts."

"It doesn't. But it's the closest thing to yghern venom I could find." Geralt answered holding the bowl of ingredients up towards the bard.

"Oh, come on, he's... look at him." Jaskier insisted, staring at the worm with sad eyes before he sighed and reluctantly put the animal in the bowl. "Sorry, buddy. Just be gentle with him-"

Geralt crunched the worm with the pestle causing a whine to escape Jaskiers lips as he watched the creature get turned to mush and you chuckled in amusement at his reaction.

You helped Geralt continue to add ingredients, some easier than others to do. Plant roots needed to be squeezed for their water, other liquids had to be boiled before being added to the bowl, plant pedals had to be picked and so much more. There was a lot that went into an elixir.

Next time you see Vesemir you should thank him for always making the elixirs for you all. It was hard enough making two, let alone supplying elixirs to you and your brothers.

Jaskier helped where he could, and by helped it was more like annoy.

"What do you think this tastes like?" Jaskier asked randomly, holding up the wooden stick that you had just been using to mix the fruit juice and... other questionable things together.

"Good. You should try it." You simply replied.

Jaskier shrugged before licking the end of the stick, but he quickly lowered it and poked his tongue out in pure disgust while he gagged.

"That is quite possibly the grossest thing ever." Jaskier exclaimed before pointing at you with the stick. "And you, my friend, are pure evil."

You snorted, "I didn't think you would actually taste it."

"You said I should try it!"

"Never listen to her when she says those words." Geralt suddenly said, looking between you and Jaskier in amusement. "She once convinced Lambert and Eskel to drink goats piss."

"Oh God, I forgot about that." You covered your mouth with your hands in effort not to laugh as you thought back to that day many years ago. "They were so angry."

"Why the bloody hell would they drink that?!" Jaskier questioned in shock.

"She told them it was a new kind of ale."

Jaskier’s head shot in your direction, and you couldn't stop yourself from laughing.

"Evil. Pure evil."

"I think the word you're looking for is genius. Pure genius." You corrected, but Jaskier shook his head.

"Absolutely not. You are a horrible person. Quite possibly the horrible-est."

"Horrible-est?" You repeated, raising your eyebrows at the new word he made up.

Jaskier rolled his eyes and bumped his shoulder into yours playfully, "don't be smart, you know what I mean."

"I do. I also know that you don't mean it because you love me." You replied with a shit eating grin.

Geralt snorted softly listening to you and Jaskier banter before he finally finished making the elixir and began to pour the liquid into two small bottles.

"Ready to try it?" He asked, handing you one of the bottles.

"It won't be as powerful as Vesemir's elixir, will it?" You asked, taking the bottle.

He shook his head, "no. But it should sharpen the senses."

"Good enough for me."

You lifted the bottle to your lips and downed the liquid quickly knowing it would not taste nice in the slightest, but you weren't going to give Jaskier the satisfaction of knowing that detail after what you just did to him.

"Did it work?" The bard asked, his eyes flickering between you and Geralt who had also drunk his bottle.

You glanced over at Geralt, his golden eyes meeting yours and you could feel your senses heightening instantly.

"Oh, yeah. It worked." You nodded, glancing around the forest before turning back to Geralt. "Want to spar?"

"Read my mind."

Jaskier followed the two of you out to the clearing in the woods and plonked himself down on his usual log with his notebook while you and Geralt raised your swords and started to spar.

"Go Geralt!" Jaskier cheered, watching on as you ducked out of the way of Geralt’s attack.

"Really? You're cheering for him?" You questioned, sparing a glance at the bard before swinging your sword at Geralt, who easily deflected it with his own.

"Yes. Yes, I am. Because Geralt is my friend, and you are a horrible person who made me lick that stick."

"You did that with your own free will, Jask. Don't blame me." You shouted over your shoulder.

Jaskier chuckled softly but didn't say anything else letting you and Geralt focus on training. Your swords clanged together loudly, hit after hit. Geralt jumped back a step as you swung your sword at him again, the blade missing him by an inch before he began to advance on you, returning the attack.

You quickly raised your sword and blocked the attack before spinning out of the way. The two of you continued to spar. It reminded you of your training at Kaer Morhen, he was always your sparring partner growing up.

Geralt was the greatest Witcher. He was stronger, faster and more skilled than the rest of you, you all knew that. But you always managed to keep up with him whenever you sparred. You always held your own pretty well against him, but Geralt always got the better of you eventually.

So, when he managed to knock your sword from your grasp after a few minutes of sparring, you weren't surprised. And not a second later, the blade of his sword was against your neck.

"Yes!" Jaskier whooped in the background.

You smirked, raising your hands in surrender and tilting your head towards Geralt, "just like old times, right?"

Before Geralt could answer an arrow suddenly whizzed through the air, narrowly missing both your faces and without looking, you knew who the arrow belonged to.

"You'd be dead now." Milva's voice called out.

"Hmm." Geralt grunted, lowering his blade from your neck before picking up your sword and holding it out to you. "We're leaving now."

"Good. Let's go get Ciri." You smiled, taking your sword and sheathing it over your back before glancing at Jaskier. "Ready to go?"

"You bet."

Jaskier pocketed his notebook and threw his lute over his shoulder before jogging after you and Geralt as you made your way through the woods, waving goodbye to Milva on the way.

The three of you didn't get very far before coming across what seemed to be a Nilfgaardian checkpoint. Nilfgaard soldiers were blocking the road from travellers, limiting who could cross and by the look of it the only way to cross was with the correct papers or by payment.

"We'll never get to Ciri if we don't get past." Jaskier whispered from between you and Geralt.

"How do we get past? Last I checked none of us have any coin." You whispered back.

"There's got to be another way round."

"Not for days." Geralt replied quietly.

Shit.

"I got this." Jaskier said confidently before he strode towards the soldier. “Hi. How are you?"

"Papers?" The soldier asked.

"We lost them." Geralt simply replied, stepping up beside Jaskier and you quickly followed.

"But we would be happy to compensate you for, uh, for your troubles with... umm, give me a second." Jaskier stuttered, checking all his pockets for anything valuable to trade.

"Wanna get through? Pay."

"Here. That's... two! Two orens." Jaskier announced, pulling out two coins from the inside of his jacket and handing them over, but the soldier shook his head.

"You're gonna have to do better than that, freak." He responded before his eyes flashed over to you and a sickening grin spread across his face. "Maybe I can take your beautiful girl round the corner, and she can convince me to let you through."

Geralt's body turned tense, his hand instantly forming a fist at his side, but you quickly stepped in front of him putting yourself between him and the soldier before he could do something stupid.

"That is not going to happen. But here. For your troubles." You said, reaching towards your neck and pulling Eskel's necklace off your head.

Well, technically, it was your necklace. After the Trials and all your training to become a Witcher, Vesemir gave you all necklaces with a school of the wolf medallion on it before you went your separate ways to walk the Path and kill monsters.

Although you and Eskel used to walk the Path together, eventually there came a time when the two of you had to go your separate ways...

"I don't want to do this." You complained, sitting on a haybale in the stables at Kaer Morhen.

Eskel finished saddling his horse before he walked over and sat down on the hay beside you with a deep sigh.

"I know. Me either." He admitted. "But we have to. Vesemir insists that we all need to walk the Path alone at least once. We have to experience it. We have to prove that we can do it."

"That's such bullshit." You mumbled, folding your arms across your chest in frustration.

You knew you were being a baby about it. You were an adult. You weren't a scared little kid anymore. But the thought of leaving your brother and knowing he was out there somewhere fighting monsters, but not knowing if he was okay or not... you hated it.

"Once we prove to the old man that we can do it then we can go back to walking the Path together like it's meant to be, yeah? Geralt and Lambchop can tag along too. We can meet up with Coen and the others along the way. We can do anything we want afterwards."

"That does sound good."

"Fuck yeah, it does!" Eskel agreed with a grin.

The two of you fell into comfortable silence as you sat on the haybale watching the horses, delaying the inevitable for as long as possible.

"I got an idea." Eskel suddenly said, pulling his medallion off from around his neck and holding it out for you. "Take it. You'll always have a part of me with you, no matter what."

"Only if you take mine." You responded, pulling your own medallion off causing Eskel to smile with a small nod before trading necklaces.

You looped Eskel's necklace over your head, lifting your hair to get it around your neck as you looked down at the silver wolf medallion resting against your chest. It seemed stupid swapping them. All the medallions were identical. But it was sentimental. You had your brothers and he had yours.

"Perfect. How does it look?" Eskel asked turning to face you properly with your medallion now around his neck.

"It looks the same." You teased.

Eskel rolled his eyes with a soft chuckle, "obviously."

"Thank you." You said sincerely, your tone turning serious which stopped Eskel's laughter instantly. "Thank you. I know the others won't get it, but... thank you. Having a piece of you with me..."

"It helps." Eskel said finishing your sentence.

You nodded, "yeah. It does."

He smiled before looping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

"Enough of this sentimental crap, we're Witcher’s, aren't we? Before we know it, we'll be back here and shovelling horse shit in the snow."

You smiled softly resting your head against your brother's shoulder and grabbed the medallion on your chest before closing your eyes not wanting this moment to end.

"Don't be afraid. I'll always be with you." Eskel whispered, placing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "Everything will be okay."

You held up Eskel's medallion towards the soldier, twirling it around so he could see the front and back. Technically, it was your medallion from all those years ago when you and Eskel swapped necklaces.

Vesemir had taken the medallion off your brother’s body the day he died and instead of putting it on the tree of fallen Witcher’s medallions, he gave it to you instead knowing you wanted it.

"Wait, isn't that-"

"Eskel's necklace, yes." You said, cutting Geralt off.

"No. Y/N, no, come on, not that." Jaskier argued quietly.

"Pure silver. Vintage. Priceless." You negotiated, ignoring both men beside you as you stared at the soldier who was quick to snatch the medallion with a nod.

"Very nice. On you go." The soldier instructed, stepping to the side allowing you all to pass.

You nodded your thanks and walked off, Geralt and Jaskier hurriedly following.

"It's a damn shame though. I would've loved to have some fun with you girly! It's been a while since I got my dick wet!" The soldier shouted after you.

Geralt came to a sudden halt at the man's words, and you quickly grabbed his arm stopping him from marching back over there.

"He's not worth it. Let it go." You hissed under your breath.

Geralt glanced down at you, his golden eyes ablaze with anger before he looked over your shoulder in the direction of the soldier.

"Just keep walking." Jaskier whispered, backing you up. "Geralt, we need to get to Ciri."

Geralt ignored you both and simply handed Jaskier his sword before he yanked his arm free from your grasp. You knew better than to try and stop him, not when he had that look in his eyes.

You sighed watching him walk back towards the soldier who was completely oblivious with his back turned to the Witcher marching at him.

"This isn't going to end well, is it?" Jaskier sighed from beside you.

"For the Nilfgaard soldiers? Nope. Not at all." You answered.

"Should we follow him?"

"Probably."

"The fuck did you just say to her?" Geralt questioned, grabbing the man’s shoulder and spinning him around forcefully.

"Whoa! Hey, piss off!" The man exclaimed. "Or maybe I'll take her home and see what use she can be put to."

"That was the wrong thing to say." You mumbled under your breath.

"What-" Jaskier started to ask but didn't get to finish his sentence.

Geralt slammed his fist into the side of the soldier's face, once, twice, three times until the man fell to the ground unconscious with a broken nose and definite concussion.

The other soldiers that had been standing off in the background suddenly charged at Geralt, but he grabbed the axe from the man's belt before unleashing all his pent-up anger and rage on the Nilfgaardians.

You watched Geralt slaughter soldier after soldier. You weren't going to stop him. He needed to let out his anger. He needed this.

"Should you, uh, should you help him?" Jaskier hesitantly asked.

You shook your head, "he needs this."

After everything that's happened, after feeling like he failed Ciri for not protecting her, you were going to give him this. This was his way of protecting you and despite the fact that you were a Witcher and didn't need him to fight your battles, you knew he needed to do this. Not for you, but for himself.

"He needs his sword." Was all Jaskier said before he rushed headfirst into the fight before you had a chance to stop him.

"Damn it, Jask." You muttered, unsheathing your own sword.

Not even five seconds later, one of the soldiers noticed the bard weaving his way through the fight and charged at him. Jaskier managed to hold Geralt's sword above his head, blocking the axe coming down at him before you pulled out your throwing knife and lined up the shot.

A moment later, the soldier fell to the ground with the blade impaled through the side of his neck, the only piece of visible skin amongst the metal armour that covered his body.

Jaskier sent you a grateful nod before he reached Geralt and handed him the sword, and once Geralt had that sword in his hand it was over.

You rushed over to Jaskier grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the fight while Geralt tore his way through the remaining soldiers wielding both an axe and sword.

"Get him!"

You pushed Jaskier to safety and spun around to find Geralt kneeling beside a dead soldier, but it was the three other very much alive soldiers sprinting towards him that caught your attention. You ran over them, jumping over the dead bodies that littered the area before kicking the closest one away and slicing your sword through the others neck, killing him instantly.

You turned your attention to the next, the other staggering to his feet, but before you could attack, arrows suddenly soared through the air and stabbed them both with precision accuracy, and they dropped to the ground, dead.

Those were Milva's arrows.

You glanced over your shoulder to find the archer emerging from the woods, a sly grin spreading across her face. You chuckled softly, shaking your head before walking over to Geralt who yanked his sword out the dead soldier before getting to his feet with a sigh.

"I know, I know. We'd be dead now." Geralt said, beating Milva to it.

The woman smirked glancing between the two of you before Jaskier walked over. The bard looked you and Geralt up and down for any signs of injuries, but sighed in relief when he couldn't see any.

"We good?" Jaskier asked wanting to make sure.

"Not yet. Missed one." Milva pointed out, nodding to someone behind you.

"No, I didn't." Geralt muttered, his eyes hardening before he marched over to the remaining soldier, and you didn't have to turn around to know which soldier that would be.

You wiped the blood off your sword with your pants ignoring the disgusted look Jaskier gave you at the action. You poked your tongue out at him causing him to do it back before you sheathed your sword.

"No, no, no, no. Please, don't. Please-" The soldiers pleads were cut off by his own pained screams.

You looked over just as Geralt lowered his sword and the soldier from earlier collapsed to the ground holding his groin with bright crimson blood staining his hands as he cried.

"Ouch. What did that guy do to piss him off?" Milva asked with a wince as she watched.

"He threatened Y/N... uh, sexually." Jaskier answered, unable to take his eyes away from the scene. "Geralt can get protective over her."

"Yeah, I kinda figured that part out." Milva responded.

Geralt reached down and grabbed the soldier, hauling him back to his feet before pinning him up against the side of a caravan.

"You won't be getting your 'dick wet' ever again." Geralt growled, pushing him harder against the caravan causing the man to whimper before Geralt leant closer. "If you don't bleed out and manage to get to Nilfgaard before we do... you tell that fuck Emhyr that no matter his armies, no matter his walls, we will free Ciri. Understand?"

The soldier made a small groaning noise that you assumed was his response before Geralt released him and he instantly fell back to the ground holding his bleeding groin.

Geralt stood above him, breathing heavily through his nose as the anger and adrenaline from the fight slowly dissipated. You walked over to him and grabbed Geralt’s arm gently turning him to face you.

"You okay?" Geralt instantly asked, his golden eyes locking with yours.

You smiled softly, "I'm good. Let's go get our daughter back."

Geralt nodded before reaching down and grabbing your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. You glanced over your shoulder to find Milva and Jaskier making their way towards you through the carnage of butchered Nilfgaardian soldiers that Geralt left behind.

"I want to help you." Milva spoke up, looking between you and Geralt. "And these soldiers have horses around the back."

Geralt nodded, "let's go then."

You, Geralt, Jaskier and Milva took the horses and continued on your way to Nilfgaard. You were going to rescue Ciri and kill Vilgefortz once and for all, and nothing was going to stop you.

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A/N- For now, this is it. I do plan on continuing this story when the next season comes out, but I will be writing it based on Henry’s Geralt, not Liam Hemsworths.

Henry is and always will be my Witcher. You guys can imagine whoever you want while reading, but for me it is always Henry.

I wanted to rush this story and have y/n and Geralt randomly find Ciri in the woods just so I don't have to write any chapters based on the new season, but it felt too rushed when I tried to do it and after all the time I've spent on this and for all of you still reading, I couldn't rush the ending and butcher the story.

So, I plan on adding more chapters, but Season 4 is very far away and who knows what I'll be doing in real life when it finally gets released. So, I won't promise anything, but just know that I have really enjoyed writing this and seeing all your likes, kudos, reblogs and comments. I love you all so very much and thank you for your continuous support.

Until next time, stay safe guys and have a great night xx

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fanfic #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia #geralt of rivia fanfiction #geralt of rivia fanfic #henry cavill #jaskier #joey batey

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keiskake · 1 year

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reminisce the crimson bird (chapter one - hawks)

takami keigo x quirkless f!reader (au chilhood friends // characters are aged up 21+)

warnings ~ mentions of domestic abuse, trauma, scars/bruises, swearing, financial struggles, spoilers about hawks’ backstory from the anime

some fluff, like very little

wordcount ~1.065k

summary ~ you and takami keigo grew up together in a shitty hut with terrible parents. he disappeared one day when you were 6, but he never left your mind. the heavens entwine your destinies together, but it’s not a smooth journey you soon figure out.

a/n ~ this is my first time writing a series, super excited. there’s no schedule for when later chapters will come out, but i will try for one chapter minimum a week alongside other smaller stuff. again, there are spoilers mentioned about hawk’s past so you have been warned. thank you for reading, reblogs + likes are always appreciated.

˗ˏˋ꒰ next ꒱

nights like these make you reminisce.

city lights gleaming through the dark blanket, a cold breeze that flew threw your hair and the sound of bustling streets. it was what you were used to. it was home. your parents wasn’t what made “home” for you. it was the boy who lived in the same shitty hut as you. the boy with soft, crimson wings, and a gentle smile that hid his pain. the boy who always held your hand wherever you two went. the one who was by your side.

keigo. kei was his name. his father was a serial robber and murderer. he was always on the run from the police and heroes, dragging his family along with him. your father was his accomplice, and in order to hide themselves they put their families in a brittle hut which barely held the 6 of you. both mothers were full of fear and panic, while the fathers were full of malice and evil. you only had each other, but that was all you needed.

it was you and kei against the world. you were told strictly not to leave the house, either of you. so most days were spent playing in the one bedroom in the house or watching the tv when it occasionally turned on. keigo wanted to be a hero, it was all he dreamed of. he told you every night that he wanted to make a better place for us, to make his mother feel safe and for us to live a life of freedom. he admired all might and endeavour. you admired him.

the hope you both held wasn’t enough to ignore the pain that echoed in that house. the beatings of you and kei happened more than regularly, being told off for leaving the house or simply being born. the scars and bruises you were painted with were a reminder of your imprisonment as the child of a villain. it daunted you two. how could the children of villains be heroes? how could the children of villains be free?

there was a time that you and kei were happy. few times, but precious times. kei was agitated staying at home all the time at the command of his father, so he begged his mother to take us outside. she was reluctant, knowing the grave consequences that it could bring. but she couldn't bear the whining kei gave her for a whole hour. so she snuck us out to the supermarket, it was as good as an amusement park to the both of us. we walked down aisles, hand in hand, admiring every item on the shelf in every aisle. kei pulled me over to the cart of plushies by the wall, pointing at the all might plushies. he looked at his mother, eyes pleading for one.

“we can get endeavour, all might is too expensive” she murmured, picking up two 500 yen endeavour dolls and giving it to kei. his eyes beamed, the same way they did whilst watching heroes fight on the tv. he smiled and gave one to you, a matching one. it was the only toy you and kei had every gotten. when you two arrived home, you played heroes and villain. it was a magical afternoon full of bliss and innocence. as you played joyfully, the sky turned dark and the city lights illuminated the dark blue sky. you both sat on the grass, losing yourselves in the beautiful evening. he nudged your shoulder gently and placed his hand out in front of you, opened and flat. in his palm was a hair clip made of his feathers. crimson red, your favourite colour. you thanked him, eyes glistening like stars in the night sky and slipping the clip on the side of your hair. and that was the last happy memory you could recall.

your father had finally been caught. you and your mother were running, trying to disconnect yourself from your father’s crimes. pants of breathlessness and fear suffocated the air around you two. you spent hours huddled in a bush, waiting for the area to clear from police and heroes. when the commotion was over your mother dragged you back to the hut, but he was gone. everyone was gone. you searched every nook and cranny for kei. calling out his name, running up and down the hallway, tears unravelling from the uncertainty of kei’s whereabouts.

where were you kei?

you and your mother struggled to make ends meet. you never knew when the next meal was or if you’d still have electricity that day. she juggled three jobs to put you through school. it was her way of apologising for your early childhood, but she knew that every time you looked at that endeavour plushie you thought of him. the only friend you ever knew.

despite your rough start in life, you came out pretty decent. finished school with flying colours and secured a job to help support you and your mother. you worked at a little café on the side of a busy main road, making drinks and serving cakes and sandwiches. you were a little social butterfly, so the job was made for you. you knew how to make a customers day, giving a bright smile, remembering regular drink orders or even cracking a joke. you wanted forgive and forget. you wanted to start a new chapter. but you couldn’t.

you never fail to think about kei. every night an ocean of questions crashed your mind disrupting your sleep. what happened to him? where did he go? did he get caught with his father? is he alive? if he’s out there does he remember you, is he looking for you? your heart ached, knowing that void would never be filled until kei came back into your life or his disappearance was covered in the news.

you stare out the window. car lights flashing, city buildings shining from a distance and the moon watching over you. maybe it was watching over kei. and if it was, you prayed it was protecting him and keeping him safe. another breeze flew in the crack of your window, brushing against your hair. you took out your crimson red feather clip, laid your head down and closed your eyes. hoping. hoping he was safe. hoping you’d meet once again.

i hope to see you again kei.

#keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #keigo takami x y/n #mha x reader #bnha x fem!reader #bnha x reader #hawks #keigo #hawks series #hawks fluff #fluff #keigo fluff

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ghostlykeyes · 1 year

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Hey, I'm really happy to see you back! I hope your break was good, you definitely earned it. Could I get some relationship headcanons for Power dating a human who's not a Devil Hunter? If not that's okay, still love your blog!

Thank you!! 🖤

Power

You're an enigma to Power, at first, even if she'll never admit it. Most of the humans she's interacted with are devil hunters, meaning they're just looking for an excuse to put her down. The other humans aren't much better—always yelling at her for shaking soda bottles, throwing vegetables, opening a bag of chips in the store. But you? You give her ice cream and brush her hair and worry about her after she's been in a fight. You're nice. It's that niceness (and the choking flame that burns in her chest when she sees you being that nice to anyone else but her) that convinces Power that dating you might be worth a shot. She's not one to engage in silly human rituals, but for you? For you, she will.

Power thinks you're probably the best person alive, and she swears to protect you. After all, she can't just let the Only Good Human die. Of course, this means she'll rip devils apart for you. But she looks out for you in little ways, too. Power insists that you buckle your seatbelt (even if her own isn't buckled, the damn hypocrite) and holds your hand firmly while you're on the sidewalks—wouldn't want you bumping into people or stumbling into the road, of course.

Going along with this, Power tends to be incredibly overprotective. She just doesn't trust humans, and she knows that a lot of people might try to take advantage of your kind, good nature. If you ask her to play nice with your friends and family, she will, but she'll always be looking for them to slip up. She'll be damned if she lets them say anything about her beautiful, kind, perfect human—if someone sneaks a mean comment or snooty look into a conversation, Power's instantly glowering at them. One more wrong move, her glare says, and I shall be feeding you your teeth.

If she isn't allowed to eat lunch with you, Power will raise absolute hell. She loves to sit next to you at the table, your thighs squished comfortably together. Power sits still for you to gently push chopsticks full of rice into her mouth, and slides her vegetables onto your plate when she thinks you aren't looking. (Sometimes she lets Denji sit at the table with you—other times, she banishes him to the other side of the restaurant so she can have alone time with you. He won't complain, or snitch to Aki that Power's essentially unsupervised, as long as you sneak a few hundred yen into his pocket so he can order dessert.)

Power always calls you, "my human". She wants everyone to know that you're hers and hers alone.

Getting Power to do basic chores is an absolute nightmare, so sometimes Aki will use time with you as an incentive. "If you take the trash out," he tells her, "I'll bring you and (y/n) to the aquarium later." It usually works, even if Power grumbles that it's completely unfair to use her precious human as a bargaining chip.

Power absolutely thrives off of physical touch and she will do anything to feel your warmth. She always has to be holding your hand, have her arm looped through yours, or resting her head on your warm, soft shoulder. Piggyback rides are a favorite of hers, too. She loves wrapping her legs firm around your waist and clasping hands across your chest. On your back, completely supported as the both of you dissolve into giggles, is one of the only things that makes Power feel truly safe.

It follows, then, that Power is addicted to cuddles. She's all over you whenever you're laying down for an afternoon nap or settling on the couch for a movie. She wraps her arms around your shoulders, plops her head in your lap, stretches her stomach over your thighs—whatever's most comfortable. When Meowy settles in, too, the cuddle pile is complete and Power is content to spend the rest of the day snuggled into your warmth.

If you have time while she's out on patrol, Power entrusts you with caring for Meowy. Most people might see changing the cat's litterbox and opening her canned food as an inconvenient, bothersome chore, but you know Power much better than most people. Meowy is her entire world, and the fact that she trusts you to look after the cat is an enormous sign of her affection and care for you.

Hopefully you're good at sharing, because Power is great at taking. She just doesn't understand why anything would be off-limits if you're dating each other. Isn't that basically an agreement to share everything? She'll help herself to the rewards points you've been stacking up, the chewing gum in your bag, your clothes. You'd be more frustrated with her if she didn't look so damn cute in your sweatshirts.

If Power's confused about aspects of human culture, she always comes to you for an explanation. She loves that you never make her feel stupid for not understanding something. Plus, she just likes the sound of your voice, so that's an added benefit.

Power spends a lot of time trying to convince you that all devil hunters are positively evil. It's not that she cares much if they kill other devils—she just doesn't like the way that they look at her like she's a dog on a leash, just waiting for her to bite so there's an excuse to put her down. They're all full of malice, she claims, and if you see one in public it would be prudent to throw rocks at them. (You don't, of course, but she keeps insisting that's probably the best course of action.)

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arabaka · 5 months

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₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ sfw. serizawa katsuya x afab!reader. 1.6 words. while i don't mind ageless/minors interacting with my sfw posts, do NOT follow if you do not have your age in bio.

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. author's note ⤸ wowie this has been in my drafts for a thousand years so i thought, why not post <3 i do have a chapter 2 of sorts, just need to polish it up! thank you for reading <3

He never used to do this…

Play video games online, that is.

Serizawa Katsuya had long preferred games of the retro persuasion; they were a familiar comfort, much like a security blanket. For so long, he’d only known a controller with a single stick and two buttons and that had been enough for him. It still is, most days. But that all changed when he found a new reason to turn to his desktop computer, the one he saved up every 1-yen coin for from his job working for Reigen.

But it wasn’t the graphics of new age games that kept him coming back. It wasn’t the carousel of variety that got his chair rolling and his PC buzzing. No, it was never something– it was someone.

Now he knows your name but your username used to come first. It was how Serizawa met you after all, when he was still a complete and total noob to the pixel MMORPG you’ve frequented since day one.

And like most things, your friendship with Serizawa happened by chance. You were helping a buddy out, shepherding them if you will because after all, they were trying the game out because of your incessant begging and pleading. You needed another person in your group after all, a certain raid requirement wouldn’t let you participate otherwise and you’d much rather go in with a group of friends than some randos that might steal all your loot in the end.

Serizawa just happened to be in your party when playing as a duo through the tutorial. After you tore down the first boss, an aquamarine monster made of slimy goo, Serizawa had typed an innocuous question in the main chat.

『 How do I equip the armor? 』

And you weren’t about to ignore the help of someone trying the game out for the first time. So what started as casual advice turned into a friend request popping in your inbox… Then spontaneous meet-ups…

『 Hey Gyudon-san! Are you going to be playing for long? 』

『 Hello! Yes, I have an hour. 』

『 Want to play together? 』

『 Yes! Thank you! 』

Turned into repeat plans…

『 Gyudon! I have a day off tomorrow, want to play? 』

『 Yes! That would be fun. I have night school but we can play after. 』

『 How are your studies going? Don’t play if you have a lot of work! Education comes first :p 』

『 No, not a lot. I want to play with you! 』

Which then led to chatting outside the game…

『 Gyudon-san, do you use LINE? 』

『 Yes, but mostly for schoolwork... 』

『 We should add each other! 』

『 Okay! 』

… And that’s when you learn his name for the first time. Serizawa Katsuya. The discoveries wouldn’t stop there; with the game no longer a crutch for communication, your conversations became a staple for having a good day. Good morning texts, good night texts. You messaged him when you saw something that reminded you of him, things that went beyond your shared interest in video games. He was so kind, you could feel his warmth over the phone even from simple messages; you have so many of them saved because sometimes, you need a pick me up from the man in particular. When you are on your phone with a smile that makes the apples of your cheeks glow, more often than not it’s because of him.

“You so like him.” One of your friends tells you one day over a bowl of ramen and they just know that it isn’t the steam rising from the broth that’s making your face clammy all of a sudden.

“He’s just– He’s a really good guy! Can’t I have friends?” You remark, stuffing your face with noodles and slurping loud enough to hopefully drown out the teasing that would soon follow. But you know they’re right. Who else do you think of when the lights are off and you’re left to ruminate in your bed, the mattress seeming larger and emptier as the days go by? Who else are you always looking forward to calling, even though phone calls aren’t really your thing? How many times have you looked up train tickets and times for Seasoning City, only to click back with your heart thumping in your eardrums?

“Don’t you want something more?” The words bounce off the walls in your head long after you say goodbye to your friend.

Don’t you want something more?

You can practically see the words when you close your eyes as you try to go to sleep but it’s deep into the night already and you’ve been tossing and turning for hours now. You stuff a groan into a pillow, cramming your face in the plush to silence the sounds even though you live alone. You groan because… you do want something more.

But does he?

You don’t know if you can live like this. Pining is one thing, something you’ve apparently been doing all this time (and you’ve known, god you’ve known but coming to stare it blank in the face is making your heart stutter at a pace that makes your chest cavity feel like it’s going to break at the seams if you’re not careful) but living in a shadow of doubt makes you feel even worse.

“So that’s it,” You grumble into the pillow, “I gotta do it.” The pillow wilts in your arms from all the tight squeezing, the sheet blotted with a few drops of frustration straight from your scrunched up eyes. You grab your phone– no, you’re not doing it now but you figure, since you’re already going down this path, you might as well soothe yourself by rereading some of his messages from earlier.

Only, when you go into your chat history with Serizawa, you see three little dots greeting you from the dimmed screen.

🗨 I can’t sleep… I hope you’re resting well.

Your thumb jitters on the screen, your last swallow lodged in your throat as you read the message.

🗨 Same here.

That’s it? That’s all you can come up with? You don’t want the conversation to die here so you’re flipping through conversation notecards in your brain, chiding yourself for not having anything to say when suddenly, you get another message.

🗨 Would you like to talk on the phone?

You say yes. Your stomach bounces, fraught with nerves, but you say yes. And when you answer, you don’t see the face of your phone until hours later when the sun’s already come up and a new day’s begun.

“I didn’t realize what time it was… Sorry…” Serizawa sheepishly apologies and you swear you hear him stifle a yawn at the tailend of his words. Cute.

“No, no– it’s okay! Talking with you always makes my day… Night. Day and night?” You stumble over your words but it seems to charm him nonetheless, Serizawa’s soft laughter a gift to your ears. You wish you could hear it in person.

“I– I feel the same.” He briskly coughs, almost like he’s working himself up to something, “I– I was going to ask you… My last week of school is coming up. My friends want to have dinner and I– I was wondering if–”

Your shirt wrinkles in your balled up fist, trying as you might to still the beating of your heart but failing.

“If you would like to come? Y-You don’t have to, of course!”

“I’d love to!” You blurt out, incapable of keeping your lips in an airtight seal for any longer. “J-Just tell me the date!”

And he does– it’s in two weeks, which feels like so much time and not enough all at once. You put him on speakerphone, smiling all the while as he scrambles for the right words; is he as worked up about this as you are? You’re already on the shuttle website, looking at the price of tickets, debating on buying them early just because you can.

“... It’s going to be a lot of fun, you’ll like my friends,” Serizawa’s voice drifts back to focus, “and I’ve… Told them about you too.” He’s blushing, glad that you can’t see the red painted across his cheeks.

Your grip wobbles, phone nearly falling on your face when you gasp, “You have?!”

“A-Ah, should I not–”

“No, no! I’m – I’m happy you have! I’ve talked about you to my friends too… Besides the ones we play with…” How is it already 7 AM? “Hey, you don’t have to go to work or anything do you?”

You hear him yelp, “I-I do! I have work! I gotta go! Sorry!”

How can somebody sound cute even when they’re panicked? How smitten with this man are you? “Go, go, go! Talk to you later, Serizawa-kun!”

The phone line ends. You wish it didn’t. You already miss him. You blink, your retinas burning from the lack of sleep, your lids suddenly so heavy you can’t help but… Close them for just a little bit…

And when you wake up – is that really the time? – you’re greeted with a flurry of notifications but the only one you really care about is the message from Serizawa.

🗨 Very tired at work but I am glad we got to talk. I hope we can do it again sometime.

Sometime would end up being an understatement. You go a day, tops two without talking over the phone, the next few times coupled with alerts that remind you to GO TO SLEEP because otherwise… You’ll end up repeating a sleepless night and as cute as Serizawa’s eye bags were (he’d sent you a selfie for the first time that week, which you stared at for an amount of time you are still too embarrassed to utter aloud), you weren’t about to make them worse… Though you were tempted.

And so was he.

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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Hi Teach!

I feel greedy to ask again so soon, but could I perhaps request a NSFW tale involving Shinsou x reader? I have no specifics other than the character, thought it might be fun to see what your lovely mind cooks up for the mini Aizawa in the making? 😁

Much love! ❤️

Hi sweetie! First of all I want to apologize for taking too long 😭 Also, you have no idea how grateful I am that you decided to send me another request! I had so much fun with it so I hope you like it. *Kisses*

Title : Misunderstanding

Characters : Shinsou/ Fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ +18/ Fluff/ Angst

Summary : Shinsou's cool and laid-back personality becomes the reason for a huge argument between you two. You try your hardest to get him riled up and you succeed, but what happens when the tables turn and you regret your doings?

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist

_ "Is this okay?" You beamed, twirling around to show off your cute little dress.

_ "I like it, looks so good on you love." Hitoshi commented kissing your temple and flashing a tired smile.

Was that it? Was he not questioning your ridiculously revealing outfit?

Truthfully, you've only bought that dress as a way to make him jealous. Yes! Jealous. It's probably stupid of you to go as far as to spend a fortune on something you're not even planning on wearing. But there you were, 100 thousand yen short and a failed mission.

_ "I thought I should wear it tonight for Mina's party, so what do you think?" You pushed a bit more, hoping he would object.

_ "Yeah sure." He shrugged plopping down on the couch and flipping through the TV channels.

You wanted to punch him at that point, why was he unbothered? This was the complete opposite of what you hoped.

You and Hitoshi have been together for years, ever since you two were students in UA.

He's your coworker, your best friend, and the love of your life, and you are the happiest when you're with him. If only..

If only he would get a little possessive every once in a while.. if only he would get jealous when someone hits on you.. if only he would get mad when one of your coworkers is a little too friendly with you.

And it's not that he doesn't love or care enough about you -he does- but it's just not in his nature to be controlling or clingy.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.

_ "Wow! Y/n look at you! You're gorgeous."

_ "Really sexy! You should wear things like this more often."

_ "Amazing dress! It must've cost a lot."

_ "You look amazing! Come on let's take a picture together."

_ "Hi beautiful, come join us."

The compliments kept coming your way from girls and guys alike, and you had to power through them offering forced smiles each time someone approached you.

You enjoyed none of it, the only person whose opinion mattered was the one who didn't really care.

To be honest, you hated the dress. It was too uncomfortable, too revealing, and too fucking expensive. You just wanted to be home so you could take it off and never put it on again.

You wanted to cry, and you were about to, when a strong arm pulled you away from everyone else and you found yourself in an empty secluded room.

_ "What.. Hitoshi, what are you doing?" You couldn't understand his behavior, his eyes were flaming with anger and his grip on your shoulders hurt you.

You reached out a hesitant hand seeking to smooth his clenched jaws.

_ "What's the problem Hitoshi?"

_ "You're the problem! Is this what you wanted? To have everyone ogling you?" His voice raised and it honestly scared you.

You've never seen him that way before and you were afraid someone might find out what was happening.

_ "Please keep it down Hitoshi don't make a scene." He remained silent, and you weren't sure if it was that he had come back to his senses or if he simply had nothing more to say.

You dragged him out gently before bidding everyone goodbye and heading home.

You exchanged no words the whole way back. You were nervous -extremely so- but why would you be? Honestly? Wasn't this what you wanted? To get him all riled up? There! Mission accomplished.

However, you weren't as satisfied as you thought you'd be. He was upset, and that's on you.

You kept thinking of ways to explain yourself to him, but everything you thought of made you seem like a bitch..

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.

_ "Hitoshi, listen to me, I'm.." You opened your mouth to apologize but were cut off mid sentence by his lips on yours. You barely managed to close the door and kick off your shoes when he jumped on your startled form and pinned you against the wall.

_ "I don't wanna hear it." His lips traveled down to latch on your neck while his hands roamed your body eagerly.

He wasn't rough or swift, but he was persistent, as if trying to prove a point.

_ "Please listen to me, Hitoshi, just wait a minute." You struggled to push him away: "I was miserable the whole evening!" You cried out and he finally halted his movements, taking a few steps back and looking intensely into your eyes as he awaited your explanation.

_ "To be honest I don't even like how I look right now! I hate this dress, I feel so exposed, and all the attention I got tonight was discomforting." You gritted your teeth in an attempt to force your tears back.

_ "Then why.." He sounded genuinely confused.

_ "Because of you! Because you're an idiot! Because you don't care enough! Because I wanted to make you jealous but ended up hurting us both instead, and for that I'm really sorry.." Your voice trailed off and your eyes burnt as the lump in your throat suffocated you.

Hitoshi was stiff and tense hearing your words, but fortunately not for long. He cautiously approached you again, cupping your cheeks and lifting your head up.

_ "We're both idiots I guess." He heaved a sigh before carrying on: "You thought I didn't care? Really? How can I be indifferent to the person I love the most?" He lowered his gaze as his voice softened: "But I guess this one is on me. I screwed up didn't I? I made you feel insecure and doubtful.." He looked up again, eyes apologetic as he spoke: "I love you and I trust you, that's why I've never questioned anything. But I ended up burdening you rather than giving you comfort."

You could see his jaws clenching while he searched his brain for what to say next, so you took his hands in yours and smiled: "It's okay Hitoshi, I know how you feel about me so don't force yourself and act in a way you're not comfortable with. This whole thing was just me being a brat, sorry."

_ "No honey, your feelings are valid.. so if you allow me I'll dispel your fears."

What was that supposed to mean? You had absolutely no idea.

You wanted to know, but was again cut off with a kiss, a gentle one.

You melted into it, and all thoughts had left your mind except for one: him.

His arms sneaked around your waist pulling you closer to his chest.

_ "I'll show you." He whispered to a still confused you.

You didn't care anymore, you gave in to him and allowed him to do as he pleased.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him again, biting his lip and feeling his smirk as you did.

_ ".. to.shi.." His name came out in a moan when he picked you up and walked straight to your bedroom, lips moving to your jaw and down to your neck.

He placed you gently on top of the sheets and circled around the bed, taking his sweet time removing his clothes.

You sat up watching him eagerly as you proceeded to rid yourself of your own garments.

_ "Oh no no no babe, don't take it off, I'll be tearing it to pieces myself." He licked his lips suggestively and you froze in place.

He climbed on the bed with you, spreading your legs at once and positioning himself between them. All you could do was admire the sight before your eyes.

He slipped his hands along your naked legs and moved them up slowly until he reached your butt. Your eyes were still on his naked body observing the way his muscles flexed with each tiny move he made.

He squeezed your ass cheeks and leaned down to kiss your lips. You laced your fingers through his hair and pulled gently as his mouth traveled down to your neck.

_ "Hitoshi.." You closed your eyes and let out an airy moan, enjoying the tingly feeling on your skin.

His hands moved under your little dress, grazing your sides until they reached your breasts. He squeezed the plumpy boobs, swirling his thumbs around your nipples until they went hard.

You cried out his name over and over again like a mantra, and you didn't even care how desperate you sounded.

_ "You're mine, all mine." He growled against your throat: "Everything about you belongs to me." He stopped for a moment to move back up: "Your eyes." He whispered, placing soft pecks on each of your lids: "Your nose." Another one on the sniffling tip: "Your cheeks." Two more on your flushed skin: "Your lips." He spoke against them before kissing you deeply.

You were lost in his touch, and all you wanted was for the moment to never end.

His hands finally left your breasts and you whimpered due to the loss of touch.

_ "Easy babe, I'm not done yet." He smirked, fingers running against your skin until he reached your panties.

He hooked his fingers through the hem of your lace underwear, bringing it down and leaving you exposed.

A gust of cold air brushed your pussy and you desperately tried to pull your ridiculously short dress down, but you failed.

_ "It is too short." His teasing voice spoke to no one in particular.

You squirmed and screamed when his head dived under your dress. It was strangely arousing, not seeing what he was about to do to you.

You bit the back of your hand and tilted your head back, anticipating his next move.

His lips grazed the sensitive skin of your inner thighs before his tongue licked a perfect stripe along your gushing pussy.

_ "Please.." You didn't even know what you were begging for exactly, but he wasn't going to let it slide.

_ "What is it honey? Tell me clearly." He spoke against your glistening clit and all you could do was bite down harder on your own hand.

He lifted his head up, smirking as he gazed at your trembling form, and without a warning whatsoever, he fisted the hem of your dress and ripped it apart in one move.

_ "Perfect." He stated almost inaudibly but you caught it.

His arms roamed your body greedily: "Can I tell you something? Tonight, when all of them were complimenting you, do you wanna know what I was thinking? I was thinking about activating my quirk on them and make them leave.. You belong to me, you're no one else's." He sounded desperate, as if waiting for you to reassure him.

His words might've seemed obsessive, but you knew what he meant.. because you know him.

You sat up, cradling his face and smiling brightly:

_ "Yes, I'm yours and you're mine. Your eyes are the only ones I want on me, your lips are the only ones I want kissing me, and your touch is the only one I want to feel."

His expressions softened and he gently pushed you back on the bedspread, his body flush against yours.

You wanted him inside you, and you weren't afraid to show it. You clawed his shoulders and arched your back until you felt his raging hard cock touching your pussy.

He took the hint and spread your legs further, running his tip along your fluttering clit a few times before pushing in slowly.

You whimpered biting his neck and begging him to start moving.

His pace was slow and steady. He was gentle with you, same as always.

_ "Hitoshi.. I love you.. I love you so much.." You cried out between deep thrusts.

He groaned, nuzzling your hair as his arms sneaked under your back and pulled you closer.

You felt secure, loved, complete. You wanted nothing more.

His pushes quickened, signaling his approaching orgasm.

_ "Ah fuck y/n!" His aroused voice brought you closer to your own blissful ending.

_ "Kiss.. Toshi.. p.. please." You barely managed to speak, you wanted his lips on yours at once, and so did he.

He kissed your cheek first, a sweet loving reassuring peck before locking your lips together.

His tongue sneaked into your mouth and played with your own while his thrusts became erratic as you tightened around him.

_ "I'm cumming! Hitoshi!" You broke the kiss, throwing your head back and scratching his arms when you finally reached your high.

_ "Me too babe.. ugh." He gave a few more pushes before pulling out and releasing on your tummy.

He collapsed on top of you, arms still around your body, as yours were around his neck.

_ "Hitoshi, I'm sorry, I was immature and unintentionally hurt you."

_ "No honey, you did nothing wrong. It's me, I was clueless and ended up troubling you." He kissed the top of your head before turning on his back and bringing you with him.

You smiled, resting your cheek on his chest and listening to his stabilizing heartbeat.

_ "Let's always tell each other if something is troubling us, please."

_ "That's a promise babe."

And you two meant it. As much as it hurt you, what happened earlier was something you'll always be grateful for.

@delirious-donna

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bardcore-jaskier · 1 year

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♡ My thoughts on Yennskier + headcanons ♡

(Edited post)

- What makes this whole thing so funny and exciting to me is that Yennefer used to think that Jaskier was just some annoying sing songy twit before. While Jaskier's dramatic arse used to consider Yennefer an enemy until she saved him from Rience XD XD XD

- I adored the everliving FUCK out of their scenes together in season 2! Their dynamic is so fucking good! AAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!

- Yennskier, the ship we didn't know we needed, but definitely deserved! Their chemistry is so fucking perfect and their dynamic works so well!

- Personally I think that this ship is actually, currently, THE healthiest and most wholesome one of all my Jaskier ships! At least as of season 2! (Even if Geraskier remains as my OTP)

- In Oxenfurt, when Jaskier and Yennefer got to know eachother better without Geralt's presence to distract them both, ever since they saw the real, raw and vulnerable sides of eachother and became friends, I couldn't help but notice how absolutely toothrottingly perfect they are together!

- Legit, and I kid you not! I can't picture Yennefer and Jaskier having anything other than that deep kind of connection where you know that you are loved, appreciated and adored, despite all your flaws. The kind of love where you know you're not alone, that this person is your family and will always have your back no matter what.

- Yennefer, despite being one of the most powerful sorceresses on the entire continent, treats Jaskier as an equal by the time Ciri gets possessed. (Bro, like even Geralt doesn't do that! Jaskier is his friend, sure, but I've never seen Geralt treating him as an equal.)

- Yennefer and Jaskier have a mutual respect for eachother, they trust eachother, they enjoy eachother's company. All of those things are A CRUCIAL part of having a solid foundation to build a honest, sturdy, long-lasting and happy relationship upon.

- From compatibility POV, they work together a lot better than Geralt and Yennefer did. With Jaskier, there are no djinn related consent issues, there wouldn't be any communication issues and he would probably be a positive influence on Yennefer's mental health.

- Whereas her relationship with Geralt was quite frankly chaotic, explosive, sometimes even toxic. It was built upon a shaky foundation of lust, djinn magic and exchanged favors. Like c'mon, their time together as an on-and-off couple mostly consisted of having kinky unicorn sex, trauma dumping, dealing with magical, gorey and insanely dangerous situations, then talking about said situations until they have a fight! Leaving eachother every time in the end because they can't seem to make it work long-term. They're incompatible because in canon, the only thing that finally made them stick together for good, was an orphaned girl in need of protection. It's not right, kind of like parents who are postponing their divorce until their daughter grows up :/

- Jaskier on the other hand, despite his magic-less ordinary humanity has a hilariously witty, optimistic, stupidly brave, highly empathetic, loyal and supportive personality. Yennefer would have an understanding partner who loves her, cherishes her, acceptc her for who she is without judgement nor pity. A partner who would make it his life's mission to help her see the good things this world has to offer, to make her happy because she deserves it!

- Damn it all, they both have been through enough, they both deserve a break. They actually GET eachother. I can already feel a drabble forming in my brain, set a week or so after the whole Voleth Mier shebang, Jaskier is struggling with PTSD and nightmares about Rience, Yennefer is struggling with guilt and shame because she put Ciri in danger. So while Geralt is too busy with Ciri's training to be there for Jaskier and he feels too betrayed to be in Yennefer's company, neither Yen nor Jask have anyone to turn to in Kaer Morhen, except eachother. Three months confined to a witcher keep together? Now that is a LOT of time to spend with someone you can be openly vulnerable around, bond with, heal and share joy with, unexpectedly falling in love....

- Yennefer too is an extremely good match for Jaskier, it's almost uncanny how much she completes him! Jaskier would finally have an understanding and loving partner who truly saw him when others didn't bother. And Yennefer liked what she saw, the familiar face of a simple human bard who offered kindness and compassion to strangers even if it could kill him. She saw courage, honesty, forgiveness and so much good, a collection of rare qualities she had never thought could exist within one single person all at once. After Voleth Mier, all that goodness was given to her so freely, it is still being given to her everyday, so she knows a treasure when it looks her right in the eyes with such easy warmth. She would make it her life's mission to cling onto him with everything she's got, to love and cherish him the way he deserves, to protect the only person she deems worthy of holding her heart!

- They have a lot in common too. From both having a knack for fashion, both being mischievous little shits at heart and both having high standards when it comes to personal hygiene. To also having similar tastes in both alcohol, humor, luxury and entertainment.....if Yennefer's kinky orgy party and Jaskier's reputation as the biggest slut on the continent is anything to go by.

- Speaking of sex, both of them having a high libido and exceptional skills in bed aside, they're fucking GORGEOUS people! Why wouldn't they find eachother attractive?

- Yennefer is basically a Goddess, beauty personified! She is elegant and breathtaking, everyone knows it.

- However, since a majority of the Witcher fandom usually dismisses Jaskier in favor of simping for Geralt, I can, I must and I WILL gush about how pretty Jaskier is! Cuz clearly some of them bitches be blind, Yennefer is one lucky witch!

- Jaskier is like only 1,5 inches shorter than his grouchy snowman friend. Meaning he is tall as all hell and he definitely isn't lacking in the muscle department either, that bard is jacked yo. His voice is soothing and his vocabulary is extensive enough to make the most experienced of whores blush from pillow talk. He has VERY soft looking hair and he has one of the most angelic fucking faces I've ever seen. His eyes are the clearest shade of blue and his expressions + mannerisms are absolutely adorable! Ok, I'm done gushing, onto the next point....

- Unlike Jaskier, I don't think I have a dummy thick enough of a vocabulary to express how much dopamine Yennskier fanfics give me, more specifically when their husband and wife act from Oxenfurt becomes an inside joke for them, leaving the rest of Kaer Morhen's inhabitants confused as fuck.

- Geralt getting a bit jealous? His brothers wondering when that could have happened? Ciri feeling bamboozled as well?

- It's all shits and giggles until somebody giggles and shits. It won't take long until their inside joke is no longer a joke. They already bicker like a married couple anyway XD

- I can not help but also headcanon Jaskier as not fully human. It would be sad if he up and died on his dear immortal wife. I don't necessarily picture him having chaos or other powers in this scenario, but when I do, I think that they would discover them together on accident.

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gloryhrs · 1 year

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━━ ⟡ 𝓢𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝓡𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍, ichigo kurosaki.

male reader.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐈𝐓 wasn’t a secret that you were a ginormous spoiled brat, throughout your childhood you got everything you wanted without hesitation. And when you started dating Ichigo Kurosaki, he only made matters worse. He spoiled you rotten till the point of no return. The orange-haired male got you everything you pointed at in the store, he didn’t care about how much money he was wasting, the only thing he cared about was seeing you happy and attending to your wants and needs. He would do anything for you, plus he didn’t have the guts to say no to your adorable puppy face.

He’s so smitten with you that it is insane, every time you leave to go home or back to your class he can’t help but miss you every single time, it’s like you put him under a spell. The thought of you never failed to make his heart speed up, the way you always cuddle up the to him and smother his face with kisses when he completes his homework, how you enjoy having sleepovers/movies nights with Karin and Yuzu, and the way you would nuzzle your face into his neck when he carried you on his back. I miss him he sighed with a dopey smile on his face, he could spend every second with you and not get aggravated or pissed off, you are just that perfect to him.

Once the teacher dismissed them for lunch Ichigo immediately got up from his seat to pick his boyfriend up, "Ichigo!!! How come you never want to hang out with us during lunch anymore? Are you ashamed of us?" Crocodile tears spilled from Keigo’s eyes as he latched onto Kurosaki’s waist, which caused an imaginary vein to appear on his head at the annoying male. "I’m always hanging out with you guys! Now piss off you idiot!" He punched the brown-haired male in the head which made him howl out in pain.

Once Ichigo disappeared from his sight Keigo scratched his head at the male who’s always quick to go when it’s time to leave class. "Hey… do any of you think Ichigo has a girlfriend or something?" He turned to ask his group of friends who already opened their bento boxes, "He has a boyfriend, and his name is ( Y / n ) ( L / n )." Chad bluntly stated to the male whose eyes were about to pop out of their sockets from this newfound piece of information.

"What?! You talking about that nerd from class 1-A?" He titled his head from confusion without knowing the glares he was receiving from Tatsuki, Uryu, and Chad. "Just because someone is smart and wears glasses doesn’t mean they’re a nerd, you loser." Uryu mumbled loud enough for Keigo to hear which made him roll his eyes and laugh at him. "Of course you’re saying that, you’re one too!" He continued to laugh at the glasses-wearing male who looked like he was on the verge of snapping at any second.

"He and Kurosaki are so cute together! The way he spoils him is so adorable!" Orihime laughed and clapped her hands together at the thought of Ichigo spending every yen in his wallet to satisfy his boyfriend. "Ichigo has money too?!" Keigo gawked at Orihime’s assertion as a sinister smile formed on his face. "Well, I guess he wouldn’t mind me joining them for lunch today!" He rubbed his hands together before grabbing his lunch and bolting out of the classroom.

#T: "Ichigo is going to fucking destroy him."

#U: "Good. Hopefully he makes it quick."

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 wind blew lightly against your ( h / c ) curls as you sat on your boyfriend’s lap while he continued to feed you your lunch with his back against the tree so you both were in the shade together, how romantic of him. "Ichi can we go to that cute stationary store that just opened? I heard they have some pretty cute Rilakkuma plushies there! Oh and after we should go get milkshakes too!" Your eyes sparkled at the thought of the plushies who were the same size as you. Once Ichigo nodded his head you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and continuously kissed his face, "You’re the best boyfriend ever! I love you so much!" You laughed cutely as he returned the hug.

"I love you more, baby." He caressed your cheek and placing and a warm kiss on your plump lips, before you could return the kiss a presence made you both pulled away. "Keigo? What the hell is your problem man?" Ichigo’s grip around your waist tightened at the male who had a grinch like smile on his face. "Huh? What’s the problem? I just want to sit down and hang out with a close friend of mines!" The seventeen year old laughed and sat down in front of the couple who looked like they just seen a ghost.

After getting comfortable the male held his hand out in front of you with a less creepy smile, "Hi! My name is Keigo Asano! I’m in the same class as Ichigo and we’re really close friends. Nice to meet you!" He chuckled when you slowly reached your hand out to shake his. "H-Hi, my name is ( Y / n ) ( L / n ) and Ichigo’s my boyfriend." You felt your cheeks heat up slightly when Keigo placed his lips onto the back of your head, Ichigo couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing.

“Don’t push it, you bastard.” Ichigo grumbled under his breath as he pulled you closer towards his chest so he could continue to feed you your lunch. “No need to be so rude Ichigo, that’s just how I greet everyone.” Keigo laughed off his nervousness when Ichigo gave him the most nastiest glare he’d ever seen. “I’ve never seen you, out of all people greet someone like that” Ichigo scoffed at the bullshit of a lie Keigo spewed out his mouth.

“𝐈 want this one Ichi!” You held up the jumbo Rilakkuma plush to your boyfriend who eyes widened at the size, after checking his wallet the orange haired male took the plushie out your hands and continued to walk with your throughout the pastel colored store with his hands intertwined with yours. “We should get these matching crocs Ichi! You be Rilakkuma and I’ll be Korilakkuma.” You giggled as you looked for the correct sizes for you and your lover.

"These are pretty cute as well, do you want this too?" He held out the matching rings and necklaces in front of your face with a soft smile graced upon his lips, “Yes! We’re gonna be matching everywhere we go.” You smiled sweetly at the orange haired male whose heart felt like it was doing to explode at that exact moment. Ichigo watched as you add item after item in the cart till the point of him having trouble pushing the cart, “Okay I’m done!” You smiled cutely at your boyfriend whose cheeks turned into a light shade of pink before pushing the heavy cart to the register.

“𝐈 had an amazing day today! You make me so happy Ichigo.” You buried your face into his chest as he played with the tight curls in your hair, the Kurosaki couldn’t help but laugh at your cuteness when he lightly pinched it. “I had an amazing day too, I’m glad I got to spend it with you.” He looked into your eyes and the only thing you saw was his love and adoration for you. “God, the things you do to me.” His grip on your waist tightened, which caused you to squeak and hide your face in his chest once more.

#𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐡𝐫𝐬 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚#anime #manga #animanga #bleach #bleach tybw #ichigo kurosaki #ichigo kurosaki x male reader #black reader #bleach x reader #male reader #bleach x male reader #black male reader #bleach imagines #bleach oneshot

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r1-jw-lover · 3 months

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HULLO!!!!! :P

rank your top five fav ships from the john wick series !! :3

Hi, thank you for the ask. Just wanna put a disclaimer that my first venture into the JW fandom was through the fourth film, so my ranking list will be heavily biased on that movie.

John x Caine

It's not even one year since JW4 is out and John/Caine is already on the top ten most written ships on AO3 within the John Wick fandom.

This pairing has just the right amount of bittersweetness and melancholy for me, and putting it on top of the actors' chemistry, the gay divorced vibes, the bickering, friends to reluctant enemies, the parallels, being each other's mirror, their deep trust, understanding and care for one another, you get my number one JW ship on this list.

The friendship between John & Caine is definitely one of the most developed and convincing out of all the friends John Wick had in the series, and in spite of the circumstances forcing them to be pitted against each other, they still managed to find comfort in the other's presence regardless, and I think that in itself is beautiful.

2. Koji x John x Caine

You know what else is better than putting Keanu Reeves and Donnie Yen together in the same movie? Putting Keanu Reeves, Donnie Yen AND Hiroyuki Sanada together in the same movie.

You have already seen the incredible fanart [1, 2, 3] by the wonderful @ibahibut. They are THE old men yaoi of the recent decade of cinema, period.

The dynamics between the three of them are immaculate. Not only you have John & Caine (explanation above), John & Koji are very supportive of each other, and Koji & Caine have both the closeness and the inevitable tragicness that undercurrents their brotherhood.

All in all, I desperately need a prequel series of this trio.

3. John x Helen

It's the only canon romantic relationship in the series so it has to be on the list. Other than the fact that one of them is dead, I think that John/Helen is incredibly sweet, which make the heartaches even more painful.

John's grief for Helen's passing is one of the main driving forces for the character throughout the series. His almost religious love and devotion to his wife is all the more apparent given that Helen is the reason John had fought to stay alive for as long as four movies.

At the end of the day, John only wished to die not as the Baba Yaga but as a loving husband, finally succumbing to his wounds with Helen being his last thought before dying. (TAT)

4. Akira x Mia

Gosh, I love my lesbian rarepair too much. I initially shipped them merely for the shits and giggles (i.e. Akira getting back at Caine by dating his daughter lol), but then I also come to realise their potential as a pairing story-wise.

Outside of the obvious enemies to/and lovers vibes, I could imagine both Akira and Mia inheriting a lot of angst from their respective "father problems" that they must resolve between each other. Will Akira ever tell Mia about her plan to kill Caine? Will Mia ever understand Akira's revenge against her father? Will Mia decide to step into the fold of assassins because of Akira? Will Akira leave the High Table to be with Mia like how John did for Helen?

As a conclusion... Gosh, I love my lesbian rarepair too much.

5. Marquis x Wuxia DJ

The funniest and best crack ship ever made up in the John Wick fandom, and there's just the two of us, hahahaha. They give off high-school exes who are so, so fashionable and serve cunt while talking shit about the other behind each other's backs.

It's number five on my list because it's that good.

Honorable mention: Cassian x Gianna

Before the fourth movie is released, Cassian & Gianna is the only pairing I could see happening in the background. Cassian's loyalty to Gianna even after she died is very touching, and Gianna seemed very appreciative of it from the short interaction they have in JW2.

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shy-urban-hobbit · 7 months

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Modern Au kid fic! Platonic Aiden and Lambert (Aiden and Lambert are both 14. Geralt and Eskel are early twenties).

CW for eye trauma and injury description.

"C'mon, everyone knows you're like a god damned guard dog when it comes to your boys." Guxart pleaded.

"And you're hoping I'll extend that to your boy?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

Vesemir ran his free hand over his face as he listened to the man on the other end of the line. He knew what he was getting into when he became a foster parent almost twenty years ago. However, he hadn't had any requests like this since taking Lambert in a decade ago and Guxart's kids were a whole different matter. It wasn't his fault the Dyn Marv Group Home had essentially been a sinking ship when he took it over. He was doing his best to turn things around but it was a slow process and there was no denying a good portion of the kids needed support which not many people were equipped to provide as a result of his predecessors management style, whilst a good number of the remaining kids had priors.

"Look, real talk." Guxart suddenly sounded exhausted, "He's my responsibility and for obvious reasons he can't stay here. Right now he's in a bad way, physically and mentally. I need to put him with someone I can trust won't take advantage of that. I need to know he's in safe hands. Please, Ves."

Vesemir sighed. He really hoped he wasn't going to regret this, "When can we expect him?"

"Any idea what this is about?" Eskel asked as he slouched on the old sagging couch.

Geralt shrugged and gave a grunt as he replied to a text (probably Yen), "Group text. I got the same information you did."

"Ass." Eskel gave his brother a playful swat.

"Alright you two." Vesemir emerged from the kitchen carrying three sodas, "I'll fill Lambert in when he gets back from school, but there's some details I'd rather he not know right away."

"Sounds serious." Eskel said, both he and Geralt leaning forwards in their seats to show they were listening.

Vesemir nodded, "Guxart called me. We've got an emergency placement arriving in a couple of hours straight from hospital, lad around Lambert's age."

His adopted sons wrinkled their noses, Vesemir cut them off before they could say anything, "I know you have past issues with the Dyn Marv kids. But Guxart assured me the worst Aiden's ever been slapped with is weekend detention."

Eskel perked up, "Aiden? Lambert's Aiden? Fuck, I gave him so much shit about him being imaginary."

Vesemir shrugged, "It's possible. It's not an uncommon name though."

"So why was he in hospital and why is he coming here?" Geralt asked

"He got attacked by a group of older kids. Naturally, for his own safety he can't go back to the group home while the investigation is ongoing and Guxart didn't want to ship him across State with fresh trauma."

"For how long?"

"Depends how long the authorities take. All I know is that the ringleaders are going to be up on assault charges. Possibly even attempted murder."

"Attempted - what the fuck did they do to him?"

"I didn't want to ask over the phone, his social worker will fill us in on everything when he arrives. That being said, you two know the drill for new arrivals. Geralt, you go do a junk food run and grab some essentials while you're at it, I've got no idea what he's going to be bringing with him so just the basics for now. Eskel, give me a hand getting the spare room ready."

Lambert kicked an empty can into the gutter, scowling down at his shoes. Another day of bullshit taunts and teasing and still no word from Aiden after almost a month. He wasn't dumb, he knew Aiden would have a reason and he knew what the deal was for care kids. He'd probably been moved to a different home or something with no warning and no choice, it happened. Still, Lambert thought his friend would have at least replied one of his emails or something to let him know (Aiden didn't have a phone. He said it was more hassle than it was worth trying to prevent it from getting stolen), not just act like he didn't exist anymore. Long distance friends were a thing, right? Lambert kicked another can. Fuck it, he was done. If Aiden wanted to ghost him then two could play at that game. Fuck friends and fuck him.

"Home." He called out, nudging the door closed with his foot.

"Stop kicking the door and get in here." Vesemir called from the living room, "I need to talk to you about something."

"Fucks sake, I haven't even done anything." Lambert groaned "I've literally just walked through the door."

"I know you haven't. Stop bitching and sit down."

Lambert slumped into the room, taking in the spread of pizza, burgers, hotdogs and cake on the coffee table. That could only mean one thing, "Who's the new guy?"

"That's what I want to talk to you about, but I need you to promise you'll keep a cool head first. Ok."

Lambert shrugged.

"He got here about half an hour ago straight from the hospital. He's pretty beat up."

"Sucks for him. He got a name?"

"Aiden. About your age."

Lambert shot to his feet, "About this tall, dark hair?"

"Yes. But before you - Lambert !"

Lambert didn't hear as he charged up the stairs and down the hallway to the usually empty spare bedroom and immediately started pounding on the door, "Aiden?! "

The door cracked open and Lambert couldn't hide a wince. Vesemir wasn't kidding when he'd said Aiden was pretty beat up. The skin of his arms which wasn't covered by his t-shirt and bandages was covered in bruises. He had the fading evidence of a black eye whilst the other was covered by a patch of surgical gauze, a fresh, bright red scar poking out of the top and disappearing into his hairline. He smiled at Lambert awkwardly, "Hi."

Lambert threw his arms around him in a hug before remembering he was supposed to be mad and turning it into a light shove, "You dick! Why didn't you tell me you were in hospital?"

"I would have if I could but I was in an induced coma for two weeks and it's not like the hospital had a computer lab."

"Wait, you were in a coma."

"To give the internal shit a chance to heal. I'm all good now though. Well-" he pointed to his gauze covered eye, "Mostly."

"What happened anyway?" Lambert asked, moving into the room to sit on the bed.

"Jad and his gang jumped me. This happened when Vi decided to get a flick knife involved." Aiden moved to sit next to him, eyes on the floor and fists clenched. "They couldn't save my eye."

Lambert had never heard his friend sound so small, "Shit, Aiden."

They sat in awkward silence, Lambert not really knowing what to say after that. Luckily they were both saved by a shout of, "Boys, everything ok? If you want food I'd get down here before Geralt eats it all!"

Lambert grinned at his friend, "Hot dog eating contest?"

"You're on!"

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #lambert/aiden #aiden/lambert #witcher aiden #witcher lambert #lambert

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twilightown · 9 months

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Kairi is through with her training. It's time for her to take charge and to go on her own journey. Journey with her as she visits various worlds inhabited by characters familiar to all of us as she searches for answers.You never know who she'll run into next.

Chapter 1/?

Humble beginnings for me as an author. :)

“You’d only get in my way.”

“You’re not ready yet.”

“You require motivation.”

“Will you continue your training as you were before?”

“What difference does one little light make?”

“I need to become stronger.”

“If you have a dream, don’t wait. Act.”

“You’re the fire that feeds Sora’s anger.”

—

Enough.

Her intention was to sneak in, drop off the crumpled letter, and go. There wouldn’t be a better opportunity. Riku was searching for Sora, Donald and Goofy were still sharing the group’s findings among the different worlds, and she felt ready. Aqua had trained her exceptionally well. The master had understood the intensity, the eagerness, her haste and hunger.

Kairi had felt ready for a while if she was being honest with herself. It was time. She’d checked in with Yen Sid at his dusty tower often, to see if any news of her friends had come to light. She wanted to be the first to know. Often, he’d be conferring with Merlin, with the good fairies, with Fairy Godmother, someone. She’d reached her limit on ancient magical beings discussing more ancient, more magical beings as well as their mystique. She couldn’t sit around any longer, couldn’t spar any longer, couldn’t wait around. At her core, she’d felt at fault for Sora’s destiny. Theirs were intertwined, afterall. If only I’d been quicker.

If only I’d been stronger.

If only I had stayed back.

If only…

She had to do something. Leaving by myself with no plan is something… Isn’t it?

“My dear, whatever are you doing here alone?” A sweet voice spoke.

Kairi whipped around, not expecting to be caught. The surprise held her tongue. The Fairy Godmother’s dark eyes spotted her letter, left on Yen Sid’s empty desk. “Ah. Your journey’s beginning then?”

After hesitating a second too long, Kairi nodded. Maybe it was the embarrassment of being caught, the guilt in leaving at such a moment but she couldn’t bring herself to look at the older woman.

“Well, I suppose you can’t go in that.” Fairy Godmother caught Kairi by surprise for the second time. Kairi looked up finally. Fairy Godmother. wore a grin from ear to ear. “I can’t?” Her first words of the night, finally opening up her chest as they were voiced.

Fairy Godmother shook her head, her hood following behind her. “I’d like to give you a gift. You’ll need… Hm…” She then was suddenly by Kairi’s side, using her wand this way and that, lifting Kairi’s small arms. Kairi watched in anticipation. “Let’s see, your size… and the shade of your eyes… mhm. Something bold, but powerful. Oh, just leave it to me!”

The small smile that spread across Kairi’s face was powerful, indeed.

Her heart felt light as Fairy Godmother said the words.She closed her eyes in anticipation. “Bippity Boppity Boo!”

Light engulfed Kairi for not the first time. When her eyes finally opened, she scanned her new outfit.

She’d been given a beautiful, long pink coat that stopped at her knees. Underneath the coat, she saw a pearl-white blouse which reminded her of Namine. A short, black skirt had been accented with pinks and purples in the seams that popped. Finally, a set of black boots reached halfway up her legs. It made her feel grown, respected, and finally seen as the wielder she was. She couldn’t stop admiring the new look. The clothes gave her a confidence she hadn’t felt in recent memory.

A new voice entered. “Well well, already?”

Stroking his long beard, Merlin stepped up to the women. He eyed Kairi up and down and turned his gaze to Fairy Godmother. He nodded in approvement at the new set of clothes, and focused back on the wielder.

“And what is the plan?” He demanded.

Kairi stammered, biting her lip finally.

Merlin understood her impulsivity immediately. “I see, I see. Not fully formed yet. Powerful word there - yet. May I assist? I have just the thing!”

Joy entered Kairi’s chest at the kindness these magical beings had shown her. She nodded. “Yes, please.”

Merlin waved his own wand, and a faint light partnered with a weight sat on Kairi’s shoulder. As the light faded, a familiar piece of machinery was nestled in the space.

“For me? Armor?” Kairi questioned.

“Not just armor! A glider! It’ll help you find your way and guide you from world to world as you travel. It’ll also allow you to return to us. Safe and unharmed, one can hope.” Merlin said.

“I… Thank you. Both of you.” Kairi beamed, grateful for the gifts they’d bestowed. Especially the gift of freedom; that they were allowing her to go. “How can I repay your kindness?”

“You can get home safe.” Fairy Godmother demanded.

“It’d be nice if you could bring back our wayward boys also. This had better be the last time Sora gets himself lost.” Merlin chimed in.

Kairi nodded. “I’ll try my best to bring them back. With all I have in me.” She hugged the both of the older magicians, stretching on her tiptoes for Merlin, and took a deep breath.

“I’m ready. But I think… I think I’m scared, too.”

“Important things wouldn’t be so important without a little fear.” Merlin stated, matter-of-fact.

She appreciated the wisdom. “I guess you’re right. This feels too important though. I can’t come back empty handed.”

“No one expects you to come back without them. We’re all ready to look also.” With one sentence, Fairy Godmother made Kairi feel calmer.

“We must have you going off, then!” Merlin smirked.

She nodded. “Thank you. Thank you both, again.”

“Safe travels!” “We will be seeing you soon, dear.”

With that, Kairi tapped the space on her shoulder. As the light faded, she was surrounded by metallic armor on a glider.

Now all she had to do was go.

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sugarakis-p2 · 2 years

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Happy Birthday from Tenko!

Shigaraki just wants to get back to the hideout when he bumps into his old crush. His babysitter from when he was Tenko. You feel so familiar, so friendly to him, as you chat about your upcoming birthday, even though he can't remember you he wants you. You recognizes him right away but he appears to be dating a teen. Shigaraki is not going to let you walk out of his life.

Warning: Non/con stalking Shigaraki. Chubby darling, cake eating, tit licking, size kink, deflowering, older woman/younger man, bad words, specific mc body type, etc. too tired

“Pllllleeeeeaaaaaaasssseee, Tomura-Kun,” Toga begged.

“No! It’s early, no money, and nothing is open. Quit bothering me,” Shigaraki growled at Toga. He hated being alone with her. She’s like an annoying little sister.

“But I’m hangry. Oh, I can get us money,” She said, skipping off after a guy. Shigaraki didn’t notice until she ran up beside him, short of breath with a fistful of bloody yen. He stares at the little psycho.

“What? I didn’t like him enough to kill him. Now can we get something to eat?” Toga whined until he agreed. The only place open was a bakery. Even this early, there was still a customer taking their sweet time. He really hated this. Toga shoved the wade of bloody money in his pocket and ran to wash up.

While waiting for the customer to stop jabbering, he looked at her plump round ass. He was almost hypnotized by it. He was starting to have lewd thoughts about biting and smacking it. Her hair is long and silken. He isn’t the type to hold back, but even he was surprised when he thought there was something familiar about her and leaned in close.

“I got the order, miss. Does your boyfriend want anything?” The cashier asked.

“Boyfriend? What boyfriend?” She turned to see Shigaraki holding a lock of hair to his nose, pressing the silken dark chocolate strands to his cracked lips, inhaling deeply with hooded lids. She smells like sunshine and warm fresh linen. She yelps and jerks away. Freezing when she gets a good look at his face.

“T-t-t-tenko? Tenko Shimura? Is that you?” She asked suddenly near his face on tiptoe. Close enough to kiss those pretty lips. Her large doe eyes roam over him, warm and brown, before giving him the broadest brilliant smile he has ever seen. Her soft features made his heart race. She is an earthen goddess, very exotic, and she only has eyes for him at this moment.

His eyes can’t help but dart down to her small perky chest. He bet he could fit a whole one in his mouth. Her voluminous soft round curves. He wanted to touch her tanned skin. Something about her felt so familiar. Tenko is not a name he has heard in a long time. He vaguely remembers a young girl like you saying it.

“Have we met?” He wonders aloud.

“It's me! Your old babysitter. Oh my, you’ve really grown. Look how tall you’ve gotten. Your eyes and hair are a different color,” You nervously tittered as he loomed. Devouring you with his gaze. God, he wants to rail you so bad. You are so cute and soft looking, chubby and curvy in all the right ways. He wants to sink into you and get lost.

“It’s me, Tenko. What have you been up to?” He attempts awkward conversation. What he really wants to know is where you live. He feels like a predator that has locked onto prey and wants an easy hunt. Catch you relaxed and vulnerable. You chuckled and flipped your hair.

“I haven’t seen you since I was ten. Wow, Tenko. Well, I worked aboard for the past three years, but I’m back now. Oh, I’ve been back for about four months, just in time for my birthday in a week. That’s one of the things I was doing here, ordering my birthday cake while I picked up the office’s coffee order. By the way, what are you doing in the nex-,” You were saying. Talking to him casually like an old friend when Toga walked up.

“What are we ordering? Did you order?” Toga asked him. He saw it on your face, the puzzled, repulsed expression as your eyes darted from Toga back to him. You were about to invite him to your birthday, he just knows it, and Toga ruined it. He was itching to decay Toga. She ordered for them making it worse, “Two coffees. And a dozen honey almond cookies with green tea frosting.”

“Oh, is this your girlfriend?” You asked him. Your voice dripping with disgust.

“What this? Hell no,” he says, quickly shoving Toga away from him.

“Hey, what the hell TS? You need extra sugar in your coffee. See if it makes you sweeter, meanie,” Toga whined, sticking her tongue out at him.

“So, how do you two know each other?” You asked with a cocked brow.

“Coworker!”

“Big brothers club!” They answered at once. He is going to choke Toga. Your face fell more. He could feel it. A wall had just been bricked up between the two of you.

“Right. Well, it was nice seeing you again. I should get this order to work,” you said flatly.

“Wait, we should exchange num-fuck!” he rasped as you hurriedly walked out of his life. He gave Toga a death stare while he paid with the bloody crumpled Yen dropped on the counter in front of the cashier.

“I get nose bleeds,” Toga says flatly.

“Yeah, gushers,” Shigaraki gravels. The cashier looked disturbed but took the money and told them to have a nice day. Shigaraki turns to leave with his coffee, enraged he can’t see you on the street. The sun is coming up, and soon it will be too crowded for them. Toga follows cheerfully, sipping coffee. He is about to unleash his fury on her when she giggles at him.

“You are so obvious Tomura-Kun. So, that’s your type, huh? I bribed the cashier. Here’s the receipt. She paid with the company card and picks up coffee for the office at the same time daily,” Toga smirks. He snatches the receipt, shoving it in his pocket, he'll get the address off it later. He desperately wanted to look at it, but they needed to get going.

“Good job, you creepy little stalker. Give me a cookie,” he demands.

The following week you are plagued with bad luck. You just feel this menacing vibe that you are constantly being watched. It got to the point you are thinking about getting an exorcism. Things in your house seemed to move around. Has your food been missing? Where is all your underwear? It doesn’t matter, you won’t need them for tonight.

You have a special birthday date with Fujisawa-san. He is so handsome and has been asking you out for months. You finally decided to grace him with your presence. You’re going to a fancy sushi place, drink sake, fuck his brains out and eat cake.

You look at yourself in the mirror. Admiring how this dress highlights all the right parts. When you get older, you don’t need a huge party. You are the party. You are going to get rid of your virginity. It wasn’t like you were saving it for anything special. It just never seemed to happen. The guys you picked turned out to be jerks, or you felt too nervous about being naked in front of them. Fujisawa-san seemed nice, and it’s not like you’re getting younger. Might as well say fuck it and enjoy yourself. You put on your lipstick and make your way to the restaurant.

A dark figure with a bag unlocks the back door as you leave through the front. He has been watching you for a week for this moment. Shigaraki tosses his bag under your bed. That’s going to be a part of his birthday present for you. Nothing irks him more than the thought that you were going to ask him on a date but changed your mind because of Toga. Shigaraki has some time. He goes through his rituals. Shifting and sniffing through your dirty underwear and pocketing his favorite.

Rooting through your frig. Hoping there is something you have taken a bite of. Shigaraki saw the box for your small personal cake. He takes a quick peek. The scent of spring peaches and natural vanilla makes his mouth water. He is going to have so many peaches in his mouth today. He licks your clit stimulators. Disappointed you clean them every time.

He moves on to your makeup. Pulling out the shade you used. Popping off the top to lick it and kiss the stick that has touched your lips. He swears he tastes a little of you on it. He shudders and sighs in longing. This indirect kiss isn’t enough. Shigaraki’s cell pings. He checks it. He better start getting ready. Turns out your date ended early.

You sat across from Fujisawa-san and wondered what the hell happened to him. He was not acting the same. Fujisawa immediately sat down and started eating. It was like he hit his head because he was rude and insulting.

“Are you feeling ok?” you asked after a half hour of awkward conversation and only received head nods or grunts.

“Yeah, fine. Is something wrong with you?” Fujisawa snapped back. Oh boy, you must have been mistaken about Fujisawa. You drank all the sake. When you both reached for the last piece of sushi, he leaned forward and whispered, “Don’t you think you’ve had enough? You gained weight, haven’t you?”

The smack you landed on his cheek rang out in the restaurant. You will not be humiliated on your birthday like this. You thought he was a good man, but he taught you a lesson. You feel like crying as you hail a cab. Across the street, Mr. Compress texts Shigaraki letting him know Toga did a perfect job.

“Seems like a lot of work to get the creeper laid,” Dabi saws watching your date crumble into ash.

“Normally, I would agree. However, Toga and Shigaraki have hobbies. Indulging them keeps them stable with us. I enjoyed performing that sleight of hand and lifting her keys,” Compress response. Dabi lights a cigarette with a corpse and shakes his head.

Shigaraki waited for you to come home in the bedroom closet shirtless. He didn’t have to wait long before he heard you stomp into your apartment. Tossing your purse across the room. Snatching up a pillow and screaming in it. Red face and full of fury.

A beautiful sight to him. But just about anything you do that makes you wiggle provocatively, he likes. You yank off the dress and toss that too. Damn, Toga must have really let loose. No panties as you go into the bathroom to wipe off your makeup.

You wear your oversized nightshirt, turn off the lights and crawl onto your bed. This is perfect. He is about to slip out when a buzzing sound fills the room. He stops and watches, letting his eyes adjust. He sees your hand working a vibrator over your clit.

Shigaraki’s red eyes are transfixed, watching your plump lips wrap around the toy, your clit engorged. Your sweet little noises mix with the buzz. He’s growing painfully hard as he watches your pussy get sloppy wet, glistening with juices that start to drip on the blankets. Your eyes are closed as your head lolls to the side, rocking with your body as you hump the toy.

Shigaraki is at his damn limit. He slips out and slowly pulls his bag out. You are so busy you don't notice him until you feel the bed sink under his weight. Your eyes shoot open, and you open your mouth to scream, only to have some fabric violently shoved past your lips with a large hand clamped over your mouth. You flail, trying to kick and hit. There is a metal click around one wrist and then a forceful capture of your other wrist. Handcuffing you to your headboard.

“Behave yourself,” a voice gravels above you, eerily calm. Three fingers digging harshly into your cheeks. You stop struggling when you recognize the voice. It takes you a moment to focus on the face. But it’s him, Tenko.

“Temo?” you mumble. His feral manic expression softens.

“Yeah, it’s me. Happy birthday, birthday girl. You left before I could get your number. That was rude. But I still found you so I'll forgive you. I will take my hand away, but you have to promise not to scream. If you scream, I will hurt you,” he says. Playing with your chest over your shirt, tweaking your nipple before gripping your front with all five fingers. You jerked and squeaked when it turned to dust. He brushes the remains of the shirt away with the back of his hand. He had practiced this move just for this moment. One of his many gifts to you.

“Do you believe me?” he asks coldly. You nod your head frantically. He pulls your panties out of your mouth and pockets them again, “I want to give you a birthday present. I’m going to help you finish what you were doing.”

You whimper as he shifts, leaning over the bed to pick up something. You start to struggle again to no avail. You don't want his present. But the handcuffs are sturdy. He pulls the cake up from under the bed and places it between your legs. You tremble, your heart pounding so hard it’s impossible to think. You can taste the saltiness of your tears as they trickle down and dance on your tongue. Shigaraki dips his fingers in the frosting with an evil smile. His eyes dance with wicked thoughts as he watches you squirm.

“T-t-tenko, please don’t. I’m sorry about the misunderstanding. I-I-I,” you start to say when you flinch at his touch. Spreading frosting on your nipples while ignoring what your saying. In a panic, you blurt out, “What will your girlfriend think?”

Smile faltering, he moved the cake aside and shook his head.

“I told you she wasn’t my girlfriend. We’re criminals. I couldn’t say she’s my killing buddy, now could I? See, you are giving me that pretty wide-eyed look of fear. If you had done that in the bakery, I would have bent you over the counter and ravaged this tasty body,” he growled, looming over you with his tongue lolling. You squealed and tried to squirm from his mouth, aggressively coming towards your chest.

He found this game amusing. Like you could escape, it was adorable and pathetic, just how he likes you.

“Nom!” he snorts when he captures your breast. Attempting to suck the whole thing in his mouth. You shriek in terror. He growls like a rabid dog, threatening to bite it off like an apple if you shriek again, grazing with his teeth to be sure you understood. You understand and shake in terror as he slurps and sucks at your breasts. Cock rubbing on your thigh. It's hot and heavy, scary even through the pants.

Kneading them like dough, cautious with his fingers while he played with your tits. He licks all the frosting off, moving to the other breast. Tweaking and pinching your nipples until they peek and pebble under his tongue. When he is done, he sits up and licks the rest of the frost from his fingers.

“Peaches and cream. Mmmm, soft and warm,” he beams. He watches you as he frees his beast of a cock. Letting it hit your belly. You yelp in fear, jerking and trying to back away. It’s hot, huge, and keeps growing the longer you look at it. You think of it as a monster that could easily terrorize a village of virgins. It’s too big for the first time. The thought of it going inside you makes you sob.

“Open for me,” he barks, gripping your thighs and pulling you back to him.

“No! No! Please, I’m still a virgin, and that’s too big. You will never fit, Ten,” you cry.

“Virgin? Never had a virgin before. Calm down. I’ve watched enough porn to know this will fit. You are already wet, but since it’s your birthday, I can push the petals open more,” he rasps. Roughly forcing your legs open. Cruelly shoving a saliva-coated finger in. Crying out at the painful invasion, you tremble and clench to push him out.

“Wow, one finger is a lot for you. So, tight,” he chuckles. His finger is longer and thicker than anything put in you before.

“Please…..no….Ten, it hurts,” you mewl. He slowly pumps his finger in and out.

“Careful with that name, birthday girl. Knowing it is what got you in trouble in the first place. No one calls me that anymore and that’s how we are going to keep it. Can’t have you running around using that name, getting yourself into trouble. Fuck, you are tight. Need to spread you more,” he says more to himself, adding another finger and scissoring.

All of his attention focused on your warm slick cunt glistening with juices. How your muscly walls are resistive to his touch. He reaches in deeper, to his knuckles, and rubs a soft spot. You shudder and mewl. This may not have been a waste of time. He just found your sweet spot.

“It hurts. You won’t fit. Please! We can do something else,” you weep. Your pussy twitches on his fingers. You glance at his cock again. It's rubbing and leaking all over you. Thick and sagging under its own weight. It looked angry as the red tip dribbled. He smirks when he notices where your eyes are at.

“It's ok, you can look as much as you want. Do something else. On your birthday! That would just be selfish of me. Just relax. It’s ok. There, there, breathe. Come on, you’re alright. I'll do most of the work. You just rest. You feel so damn hot and wet. I will be nice,” he soothed. Stroking your hair and planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Don’t,” you whine. Your cute blush and whimpers are pushing Shigaraki to his limit. Your pussy flutters as his fingers send shivers of pleasure through you.

“Oh, don’t tighten up. Are you close? So, damn pretty. Your little pussy is quivering. I think it’s about time,” Shigaraki announces. Pulling out his fingers and licking them clean, “Mmmm…peaches, and cream.”

“You are so lewd. Don't look. It's embarrassing,” you flustered when he spread you wide. You squirmed under his filthy gaze at your sex, straining to close your legs. He doesn't let you. He looked like a happy kid. He looked like Tenko again, which made you even more ashamed. He drags his cock over your pussy with a happy hum. Mixing your slick with his, the leaking head rubbing between your folds.

“N-n-n-no way is that going to fit!” You shout as he lines himself up to your little hole, notching and gripping your waist.

“It will be ok. Don’t worry. It will fit,” he snarls with a harsh thrust. You shrieked again as his head pushed past your hymen. It stings on your insides. A deep burning pain. His cock stretches you past your limits.

“It huuuuurrts,” you groan. He looks at you with a moment of surprise. He grinds hard, his length demanding more, and you whimper in pain.

“Huh, it’s not going in at all. It’s only the head, and already you are still too tight. Relax. Shhhh. Calm down and spread yourself wider. It will stop hurting after a while,” he comforts, with more petting and kisses. He lightly bucks his hips to ease in slower.

“No, I can’t,” you wail with your eyes squeezed tight.

“There, there, it already went in a little bit further than before.”

“Really? Then we’re all done?”

“You’re cute. One last big thrust should do it. I’ll make it quick. Better than drawing out your suffering. Here we go,” he says, gripping your hips harshly to hold you in place. Before you can scream no, he pushes hard into your tight cunt with one severe snap of his hips.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow,” you cry at the sudden burning fullness. It feels like he is rearranging your innards just for him.

“It went in all the way. See! You did so well,” he praises with a kiss. This one to your lips. He tastes like tang, cigarettes, vanilla, and sweet peaches. His tongue licking at yours. His rough, cracked lips lightly scrape against your soft ones. He pulls away and encourages you to look where you are connected.

“It did go in all the way,” you say, shocked. The whole thing went in! Your mind reels. You thought he would be worse, but he has been surprisingly gentle while he violates you against your will.

“Alright, now that I’ve let you adjust and open up that flower, it’s time for the main event.”

“What? That wasn’t the end?”

“You are a cutie. No, my dick went in, is all. I will be gentle with my first virgin. My special birthday girl…..at first,” he smirks.

“Huh?” It was hard to think, but you squealed when his cock began to slowly move back and forth in the center of your core. He nuzzles the side of your head, holding you close, planting kisses between praising you for being a good birthday girl.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you being cruel and kind?”

He stills, lifting out of his embrace enough to look at you, his crimson eyes studying your hurt expression. You can feel him growing harder in you.

“That’s an odd question. Because I want to and your special. After all my changes physically and mentally, you still recognized me all these years later, so you must have thought about me. You’re luscious, caring, and your body delicious. You’re not like me, and I want to corrupt you. Yeah, I like the thought. I'm going to be your first and shape you to me…..I can be rougher if that’s what you want?”

“No, please,” you beg. Shigaraki embraces you again, whispering in the cone of your ear.

“Then stop asking stupid questions and take every inch and drop of my gift to you,” he hissed. You whimper in fear that you opened your mouth too much. But Shigaraki continued with his delicate, even pace, working your cunt to him.

“Ah-oh-oh-ah,” you moaned. His hot panting mixes with the sounds of the wet slaps of your flesh. Your mind starts to feel like it’s going numb as you adjust to the pain. It no longer burns. It just stings as his length pumps in you, grinding against your cervix. A while later, it’s a sharp sting followed by a pleasant tingle as he rubs against a sweet spot in you. Slowly his hips buck harder, his pants picking up with his pace, the jerking of his hips becomes sporadic, and then a hot warmth spreads in your middle. His cock twitches in you, then it feels….nice.

He lifts with a grin looking at your quivering pussy. Your shaking body, lust-blown eyes, heaving chest. His cock still squirting hot jets of cum in you.

“Do virgins normally bleed this much? Why do you have such a pained expression?” he asks.

“I don’t know. It hurts. Are we done?”

“Not yet. Your pussy is really tight. Felt like my cock was being crushed for the first half. Hard to keep control like that. You should be fine after you cum. Flip on your knees,” he instructs. He grabs your ankle and helps you while staying inside. You shriek again. He pulls a glove on he had in his pants. Licks his two middle fingers, hunches over you, and wedges his hand between your thighs to press on your clit.

This time he is so deep and harsh that you cry out with each rough rut. He humps hard and fast. Not bothering to be gentle. Now he is whispering filthy possessive things in your ear.

“All mine. My tight virgin pussy. You are gripping and clenching down so hard. This is how you like it, huh? You turned into my little slut real quick. I can feel you are about to cum. What a good birthday, girl. Cum on my dick,” he growls.

Hot shudders of pleasure rack through you. Shigaraki works his cum in deeper with each hump. He is like the beast you initially suspected he was. Your clit pulses as he rubs tight circles. Oh god, you are going to cum. You can feel it is building and cresting quickly.

“No! I don’t want to! No! I'm cumming. I don't want to!”

“Too bad,” he growls. Bucking faster until you both scream. Shivering and shaking as tingles up ecstasy shoot through you. You came! You came hard on Tenko! You came at the same time! You feel so good and ashamed. His cock twitches relentlessly. More hot jets of cum spread in you. It’s the same wonderful sensation of hot coco warming you from the inside on a cold winter night. You gasp for breath. Shigaraki’s eyes roll in the back of his head as he grits his teeth. It feels like you are one person for an infinite moment until he pulls away.

Unlocking your cuffs and holding you to his steaming body. You are so foggy; you can hear him mumbling sweet nothings to you in the background of your mind.

Next thing you know, he is feeding you cake. Sharing the same spoon and holding you like a lover.

“Happy birthday. I already made a copy of your key. Don’t bother going to work tomorrow. Your present is all of me. But to collect, you must be with me. You're mine from now on. I won't have my girl trying to escape. Not after I made you blossom and opened up your pussy,” Shigaraki rasped.

You wearily nod your head. What choice do you have? He's going to keep you, and you both know it. Slumping against him, dripping cum form your sore used pussy. He kisses you.

“Good girl,” he grins deviously, “Mmmm…peaches, and cream.”

[writers notes: This is a gift, with a specific MC body type. Don't be a jerk and complain about how you don't have small tits, or long hair, etc. It's nice that they are willing to share so be kind, rewind and chill]

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