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k-femdove · 1 year

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Teach Me || Q.K

inspired by the one and only dematus and gentlyfillmyveins on ao3!

pairing :: sub!qian kun x dom!gn!reader

warnings :: omegaverse, boypussy omega kun, kun is a TA, alpha!reader (has a dick- can be read whatever gender), reader is a student, mr. lee is taeyong, tutoring, porn w/o plot, like it’s just porn, reader loves his scent, omega slick, like lots of it, and cum too, not explicitly stated but 100% consensual, hickeys, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, overstimulation, kun is a tsundere, reader has a massive cock, fucking on a table, kun squirts once, reader calls him princess, mindbreak, breeding kink, kun is a slutty lil pillow princess, knotting, passing out, reader takes photos of him passed out, slight somnophilia (reader makes kun taste cum while he’s asleep), fucking with glasses on, jesus Christ how did I fit all of this

word count :: 2.5k... i got a little carried away with the content

Synopsis :: You've always had a thing for pretty, smart, older men.

playlist link here! or listen to “Promiscuous” by Nelly Furtado

You were never the best student. You didn't mean to be so unfocused; it just turned out like that. Whether talking with your friend or scribbling on your paper until it bore you to death, your attention would be on everything but the lesson.

"Y/n, could you stay for a moment?" Your professor, Mr. Lee, called out after most of the class had left. He sat at his desk, his younger TA next to him. Both were young- maybe less than a decade older than you?

"What's up?" You asked, leaning onto the desk.

Despite asking, you already knew it was about your grades. Even though your performance was lacking, it wouldn't hurt to improve.

"As you may know, your recent assignments have been lackluster." He began, looking the papers over. "It may be a good idea to get a tutor. I've spoken to Mr. Qian about it, and I trust him enough to provide you with the help you need. What do you say?"

Mr. Qian? You glanced at the TA next to your professor. Hm. So that was his last name. You had never really spoken before, so you knew him as Kun. He was soft-spoken and very well-mannered, always speaking eloquently. The man was never in the same part of the room as you, so you didn't pay much attention to him.

You smiled, turning back to Mr. Lee. "When do we start?"

When you agreed to private sessions, this was not what you hoped would happen. It was Sunday morning, and the warmth of fall was still present.

Then Kun walked in. As you opened the door to let him in, a strong omega scent hit you like lightning. It reminded you of strawberry candy, the type you'd find in those tiny plastic wrappers. You know, the ones you'd find in a typical Asian store. There was a strange depth to it that was more than just candy. The sweetness was intoxicating, so easy to breathe in and savor.

You could feel your mouth water as you led him to your coffee table- god, had he always smelt this heavenly?

Not only that, but he suddenly appeared much more attractive. His silver-rimmed glasses lay perfectly on his face. You began to scan his clothes discreetly, eyes pleasantly surprised.

He noticed your gaze as he let out an awkward chuckle. His hand moved up to adjust the sleeve of his sweater. It was a light blue with white stripes at the collar, like a vest he usually wore over a collared shirt. You glanced at the sweater again. He wasn't wearing a shirt underneath it.

"I guess I am a little underdressed. It's warm today- I hope you don't mind?"

"Oh, of course not." You said, snapping out of your trance. "I don't mind at all."

You didn't mind an hour ago. Now you wished you said otherwise.

As Kun was halfway through a lengthy and detailed explanation, you were practically glaring at him. A sleeve of his sweater slipped off his shoulder, exposing his collarbone.

Dirty thoughts filled your head. Him without the sweater. Him moaning as you marked his gorgeous collarbones. Him bending over as he begged for your cock-

"Y/n, are you listening?" He said, waving a hand in front of your face.

Your head jolted back up to look at his concerned face, desperately trying to hide your spontaneous boner. Fuck, you just got a boner from your teacher. This day couldn't possibly get worse.

"Are you okay? You've zoned out this whole time." He said, genuinely worried.

"I-I'm sorry." You blurted out, eyes darting around the room. "I'm just distracted."

"Distracted?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed. "Distracted by what?"

"By- well- this." You explained, gesturing to his hole whole appearance.

"This?" Kun repeats, now mildly offended. Then he looks down at your raging hard-on and back at your flustered face. "Oh... Oh."

Another wave of his scent fills the air around you. You begin to lose control of your senses, leaning in closer. Your pupils dilate, and your eyes fill with lust as you breathe it in.

Kun begins to panic as the scent of your arousal continues to trigger his, his panties already dampening.

He had to admit you were attractive, catching himself staring a few times in class, but he had never expected it to go this far.

"T-This is so inappropriate." He stuttered out. "I'm supposed to be your teacher!"

"Inappropriate? My entire apartment smells like you! You're the one wearing that stupid sweater!" You exclaimed.

"You've never had a problem with my scent before!"

"That's because you've never looked this fucking sexy!"

Kun falters for a moment, eyes wide open. "Wait, looked? I thought it was just the scent!"

"No, it's just you! Stop seducing me!" You say, hands on his shoulders.

"And if I don't?" He replies quietly, testing the waters.

You pull him in closer, inches away from his face. Kun starts to leak as your pheromones affect him.

"I'll fuck you until you can't even walk."

He whimpers as you kiss him, hand palming your erection. A small string of saliva connects you as you pull away. You trail kisses down to his collarbone, where you suck harshly on the skin you've wanted to mark, eliciting a faint whine.

You shove his back onto the table and pull his jeans off, throwing them god knows where. You’re met with the sight of his gorgeous legs, smooth to the touch. As your eyes move up his thighs, you move a hand to rub him through his soaked panties.

“Stop teasing me….” He pleads, unconsciously pushing his lower half onto your hand.

You laugh at his eagerness and place a hand on his hips, preventing him from moving.

You hum lightly and inch the pretty panties off him, placing them on the side of the table.

His scent grows stronger as you spread his legs, exposing a pink, hairless, and virtually untouched pussy. Your mouth watered as copious amounts of slick began to drip on the floor.

“God, you're going to be the death of me...” you mutter, feasting on him with your eyes.

You eagerly lean in and begin kissing his thighs. Kun groans as you guide your mouth everywhere but his pussy.

As Kun begins to grow irritated, a gasp escapes his mouth as you lick a stripe on his pussy. The taste of his arousal spreads through your mouth.

If the scent of him drove you crazy, his taste was on another level. It had vanilla and strawberry undertones, sweet and sugar-like.

You dove back in, licking circles around his clit. Kun mewled as you moved your tongue down to his entrance, hungrily tasting the slick he let gush out. Your tongue easily entered him, plunging in and out.

“F-Fuck,” he said, moans growing louder. “I’m so close.”

Just as his thighs began to shake, you pulled away completely. Kun let out a loud whine, desperately trying to chase after his lost orgasm.

Once you were positive that the buildup was lost, you easily plunged a finger into his hole. Slick or not, it wouldn't hurt to prep him a bit more.

You took your free hand and slid it up his sweater, caressing his nipple. Kun’s breath hitched and his thighs instinctively squeezed together.

You forced them apart again, inserting a second finger and sucking harshly on his clit. He let out a surprised yelp that quickly turned into loud, needy moans.

Your fingers curled up as you thrust them deeper, eventually finding his G-spot. You pressed up against it, thrusting in and out.

Kun’s entire body shook as he neared orgasm yet again, only for you to halt your movements. He makes a pained noise as he attempts to fuck himself back onto your fingers, but the stimulation was lost.

You laughed at his reaction, already pushing a third finger into him. The slide was incredibly easy and your fingers jabbed against his G-spot once more.

He sobbed as arousal pooled in his stomach, nearing his high again. He panted heavily and moved to take his glasses off, but you grabbed his hand.

“Don’t.” You said, looking at his disheveled appearance, his glasses beginning to fog from the heat. “They make you look sexy.”

Kun whimpers as you continue to finger fuck him, so close to the edge- closer than you'd ever pushed him. He squeezes his eyes shut in the hope that you’ll let him cum, only seconds away from his orgasm.

A broken sob escapes his lips when you pull your fingers out completely, licking them clean.

“You- You're so mean...” He cries, eyes glossy and beautiful.

“Me? Mean? I don’t think you should be insulting a student, Mr. Qian.”

Kun winces as reality hits him. He bites his lip and looks at you, teary-eyed.

“I hate you, y/n.” He whimpers, averting his eyes away from you.

You smirk at him, eyes filled with lust. “You say you hate me, but your slick is getting all over the floor... Again. Tell me, sir. Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

He bites his lip before glancing at you. “Please...” He whimpers again, spreading his legs farther apart.

You smile, unzipping your pants and pulling your massive cock out of your underwear. Kun widens his eyes at the size. He’d never taken anything like that before.

Your cock throbs as you swipe a glob of precum with your finger and point it at Kun’s mouth.

The man catches on immediately and eagerly takes your digits into his mouth, moaning from the taste. Another wave of arousal gushes from his entrance, and you lick it up before your floor can become even wetter.

Kun moans as you push your cock in, already pushing against his G-spot.

“Halfway there, princess.” You say, grasping his hips and pushing him farther down.

Only half? He thinks, already feeling filled to the brim.

He screamed as you shoved yourself inside, stretching his insides as you buried yourself balls-deep inside of him. He couldn't believe how full he felt, how much pain mixed with pleasure.

It only takes a few small thrusts before Kun already feels like cumming, his denied orgasms making him a thousand times more sensitive.

You grunt as his velvety soft walls begin to clench around you, so you pull out completely.

He cries out at the feeling of being empty, grinding his hips into the air.

“Fuck, please!” He whines.

“Please what?”

“C-cum! Please let me cum!” He pleads, but you pound into him before he can even finish talking.

His stomach bulged as you thrust deeper inside him, reaching places no one else could. He gasped as he felt himself stretch further than he thought possible.

The sudden sensation caused him to squirm wildly, trying desperately to escape the pleasure. It only intensified the feeling as he struggled to cope with it. The pain and pleasure were almost unbearable, yet it felt so good.

Before Kun knew it, his orgasm hit him like a truck. The room filled with his pretty noises as he clenched around your cock, cumming all over it.

Panting heavily, he rode out his orgasm before realizing that you weren't stopping. The pleasure turned to the pain of overstimulation. His thighs shook as you thrust into him, pleasure slowly taking over his body.

“Ah, wait- what are you doing?” He moaned as you pounded into him ruthlessly as if you didn’t care about how he felt.

“You said you wanted to cum, right princess?” You said, hand massaging his clit.

Kun screams as he squirts all over your cock before coming a second time, having no time to recover as you continue to thrust into him.

He cried out as you fucked him hard, causing his body to shake uncontrollably. Every nerve ending seemed to fire at once, causing him to feel like he was going to pass out. And then, just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, yet another orgasm washes over him.

“You good, princess? We’re nowhere near done yet.”

He nods lazily as you coax orgasm after orgasm out of him. His eyes are glued shut at this point and his voice is hoarse from moaning like a slut. He feels so faded that he can't even remember how many times he’s come, the morning turned to the afternoon as you fucked the living shit out of him.

“Fuck me harder!” He begs, his insides practically memorizing the shape of your cock. “Ah- please! Breed me full of your pups! ♡! ♡♡!”

You take a moment to admire your work. The once-composed and eloquent TA was reduced to nothing but a babbling mess. His sweet scent was long gone and replaced with the smell of pure sex.

You considered his request. You knew he wouldn't get pregnant, so what harm would there be?

Kun cums one last time, clenching even harder around you. You feel your knot expanding, catching against his rim.

With one final thrust, you bury yourself in him. Cum shoots deep inside him in regular 5-minute intervals, filling him up until you can see a faint bulge in his stomach.

Kun is pretty much passed out, so you scroll mindlessly on your phone until your knot comes down.

When the time comes, you ready your camera and pull your cock out. Thick and slick gushes out into a small bowl (you had prepared for this beforehand) and you snap one too many photos.

Kun looks majestic. He's wearing nothing but his oversized sweater and his collarbone is exposed, covered in dark hickeys. His hair is ruffled in a post-sex mess, and glasses laying on the tip of his nose.

You take a few photos of his gaping hole, pink and clenching around nothing. You hum before scooping a generous amount of the cum-slick mixture with your fingers and feeding it to him as he lets out a small moan in his sleep. You clean him up a bit before getting dressed and cleaning up your apartment, which smelled an awful lot like strawberry candy (courtesy of a large amount of slick on your floor), and your citrusy scent.

Once done, you lay in bed next to Kun before falling asleep, holding his body close to yours.

By the time you woke up, the man was already gone.

True to your word, Kun showed up to school the next day stumbling and with a noticeable limp. He had done a good job cleaning himself though, and all remnants of sex were gone.

You giggled as Mr. Lee and numerous students approached him asking if he was okay, concern painted on their faces.

Right before the lesson began, you approached Mr. Lee as he spoke with Kun.

“I've been having trouble with this lesson, so could Mr. Qian sit with me? I've learned over our session that he's good at many things.”

Kun’s eyes widen and he nearly chokes on his spit, face growing red.

Thankfully for him, the professor doesn't seem to catch on, and now Kun is taking a seat in the back of the class with you.

The tension seems to ease as you stay silent for most of the class, but you turn to him halfway through and place a hand on his thigh.

You can already smell his scent releasing again before you lean in and whisper something into his ear.

“We’re still on for that session Wednesday, right princess?”

a/n :: decided to post this while you guys wait for first love pt.2... it’s not very good but it’s what we have for now (i literally wrote this at like 3am bc I was horny or something...) i’ve been dreaming of tutor!kun and we need more boypussy sub!idol fics !!

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anime-to-the-t · 1 year

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#Mister Ogi and Miss Amai #Ogi-kun to Amai-san #Amai #oneshot #horror manga #vampire cap #Yamagata Atsuka #my caps

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azurexxstrawberries · 5 months

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Hi again! I would like to place an order if you don't mind. I don't know if you do oneshots, but if you do, could I ask for oneshots of Hanako and Tsukasa being jealous? And do we also have their point of view? What do they think about it and everything? If you want, it can just be headcanons, it's up to you! You can discard my request if you feel uncomfortable with it. Or if you thought it was strange, lol, after all, it's my first request on Tumblr. Like, THE FIRST! but OK. Feel free to discard this idea of mine.

aaaaaaaaaaaaa thank you thank you! of course ill write it for you :3 im free to write oneshots (like my dazai x reader)! this is a bit different for me since i dont usually switch perspectives and i had a hard time trying to transition it smoothly. i hope you enjoy this! and I'm so so so so so s os os so s o sorry about how long this took :sob: yall it’s ok- i’ll write almost anything so dw about getting rejected- if i do though i’ll make sure to tell you. you can also request stuff in my discord or if you just want to chat ig <;3

Jealousies | Tsukasa x Reader x Hanako

Hanako

It was just a regular day. Yasuhiro walked into the bathroom just as usual. And her dear friend, Y/N accompanied her, just as usual. Except, Y/N was a little more dressed up than usual. Maybe not just a bit more dressed up. Her hair, tied up neatly into a tight bun was adorned with ribbons, and her face was covered in a thin layer of makeup. And just as I was staring at awe at her, she quickly noticed my gaze and ran over.

"Hanako-Kun, how are you?" She smiled, her pearly eyes looking up at me.

"What's the occasion? How come you're all dressed up? Are you..." And with a fake gasp, I uttered the next words. "...going on a date???"

With a shy blush, Y/N turned away from me and a small smile appeared on her face.

"...mhm."

"...With who?"

"This guy I met a few days ago. He's been so lovely so far. And… he recently asked me out. We’re going to meet a-“

I shoved my hand onto her mouth, a faint red appearing on my face.

And we just stood there for a few seconds, in silence.

…

“…why can’t you just pay attention to me?”

She blinked at me, as I slumped down onto her shoulder.

“What do you mean by that?”

I looked up at her, a confused expression clearly plastered on her face.

“It’s just… I could treat you way better than anyone else could.” A small pout began showing up on my lips. “‘Cause I really like you.”

Her expression turned into one of absolute shock and fluster as she quickly tried to hide her blush.

“Y-you-“ She quickly turned her head away. “Hanako! I-it’s fine… ok? I won’t go today…”

I quickly darted my head to look up at her with a red tint on her cheeks. But clearly quite annoyed.

“Yayyy! Y/N-Chan is picking me over her boyfriend~”

“Stop that…!”

…

Tsukasa Chapter will come out in… 2 Days!

sorry guys… i got sick again :( part two might come out within a month or so… until then, i’m gonna be on hiatus :(

@marihdtbhk

#tbhk #tbhk x reader #toilet bound hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #hanako kun #hanako x reader #jibaku shounen hanako kun x reader #jibaku shounen hanako kun #tsukasa yugi x reader #tsukasa yugi #tsukasa x reader #yugi amane x reader #yugi amane #oneshot #fluff #jshk

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boa-h · 11 months

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【Shabana Gyutaro】 January Snow

*i don’t think they had guns back then but let’s just pretend they do

“I still firmly believe— that you’re out there somewhere in this world, waiting for me, as young as you were, as loving as you were.”

Perhaps not many people would believe this, the fact that Shabana Gyutaro has also experienced love in his teenage years of life. A monster like him, a freak, how could he have possibly fallen in love? It’s ridiculous no matter how he thinks of it.

It was the first snow of the year when he met you. The color white dyed the entire town and the snow produced a satisfying crunching sound whenever he stepped on it with his bare feet, snowflakes fell from the sky and he had almost mistaken it for rain. Sudden footsteps appeared behind him and he spun around, sickle pointing at whoever dared to approach him, only to find a girl a head shorter standing there, panting, with a pink fur coat in her hands. He guessed that it was yours.

“Uhm...” You started, “I saw you walking by just now, I noticed that you didn’t have a coat, so please, take this.” You handed your coat to him, “You must be cold.”

Ignoring his dry skin that cracked and turned red due to the weather, and his fingers and legs that slowly turned stiff, “Don’t need it.” He scowled. Are you trying to pity him? You wealthy little girl who has multiple coats, each a different color.

Maybe you’ve never talked to anyone as ugly as him before, or maybe you’re just cold as well, your hands shook and tears swirled in your pretty eyes, “N-no, I insist, I can’t bear walking back home still with the coat I was supposed to give you. Take it, if it makes you feel better then return it when winter ends, you will not owe me anything.” You shoved the coat into his hands and ran as fast as you could back into your yard, tripped by the thick snow multiple times.

Gyutaro watched as you hurried back home, he looked back at the coat in his hands and he wanted to tear it apart and throw it on the ground and stomp it until it was nothing but pieces of dirty and useless cloth. But gosh, it’s so warm, to the point where he doesn’t even want to let go.

The second time he saw you, you were just passing by the street with your maid when he dragged one of his victims out of the brothel he was in. Gyutaro flung the man onto the hard earth and pointed his weapon at the victim’s throat. Murmurs were heard throughout the street yet they only made Gyutaro’s smile bigger.

“Now, pay up.” He taunted.

When the gold coins clinked in Gyutaro’s hands and when the man hurriedly scrambled away, he turned around, meeting your eyes. One of your hands covered your mouth and the other clung onto your maid’s sleeves, his surprised expression turned into a frown, and then his lips curved upwards again as he walked to you. Your maid tried to block him but one simple shove from him made her lose balance. You took a step back and he giggled. See, even you’re afraid of him, just like everyone else.

“Got something to say to me? Miss.” He was dangerously close to the point you can feel the heat radiating from his slim body. You looked everywhere but his eyes trying to think of something, would he be mad if you just simply shook your head?

Maggot, dimwit, idiot, good-for-nothing, useless, disgrace, freak, monster. He imagined everything you could call him, hitting him with dirt and rocks on the floor, tripping over your own feet, and then begging for mercy when he decides to kill you.

…

Too long.

You were taking too long.

“Come on, come on! Say something, man, you’re taking too damn long!” He raised his voice, scratching his neck in frustration.

“Um!” Startled, you blurted out the first thing in your mind, “You’re not wearing the coat I gave you, please wear it, it’s still very cold outside!” Immediately lowering your head, embarrassed of what just came out of your mouth. Gyutaro stared at you, wide-eyed, mouth agape.

“Don’t give me that crap…” He muttered.

“Eh–?”

“I said don’t give me that crap!!” He shouted, raising his sickle, accidentally slicing across your cheek, blood oozed out of the small yet deep cut instantly, “You say those things like you actually care! I hate people like you, I bet you think you’re the nicest person in this whole world, huh?! I bet it’s nice to have a nice house with maids to look after you, niiiice for you, mannn, niiice for youu… a person like you doesn't have to bring warmth to someone like me, and I don’t need your pity either. Go kill yourself.” His words were like fangs coated with venom, tears flowed down your cheeks and mixed in with the crimson blood that has yet to be stopped. Your hands pressed onto your wound, it hurts. It hurts.

Gyutaro stared at the direction you ran off to, all he could hear was your muffled sobbing and it made him want to tear his ears off. He hates the way you cry, it makes him frustrated and when he’s frustrated he can’t stop scratching himself, until his skin gets stuck under his dirty fingernails, until the tip of his fingers are dyed red.

And then he never saw you again until spring came. Gyutaro always walks back to that place he called home and then pass by your house, and everytime he tries to look through the windows he sees nothing. Not you, not your maids, not your parents, no one. When winter ended, he stood on your front porch, holding your poorly washed pink furry coat in his hands that were red and numb from being in the cold water stream for too long. His hand was raised, ready to knock on the door any second, yet he paused, hesitating like a teenage boy who had just fallen in love. He stayed in his position for at least 15 minutes, his forearm cold like a corpse as his blood struggled to flow in his raised arm. Until the door opened.

You stood there as beautiful as you were a few months ago, the cut he accidentally gave you remained as a scar on your skin. You looked up at him, surprised by his presence, yet remained quiet, waiting patiently for him to say something.

“I… I came back to give back your coat.” He said, dryly, handing over your coat.

“... Thank you for returning it.” You bowed your head as thanks.

Gyutaro watched as your delicate hands reached for the coat that looks like it’s been used everyday for years, and then suddenly he no longer wants to give back your coat. Someone like you touching something that has been used by him seems terrifying, like a drop of ink in a glass of milk. It was a sin— a sin greater than anything else.

He clung onto the coat until he realized that he was clutching onto it, hesitantly, he released his grip. He watched as you passed the coat to your maid, who then took it inside the house.

Gyutaro awkwardly stood in front of you, staring at your peaceful smiling face in silence. Awkwardness took over the air, for him at least.

“Come in and have some tea.” You broke the silence, offering a cup of tea in gratitude for him giving back the coat.

Gyutaro froze in place. Go inside and have tea? What kind of sick joke… You can’t have someone like him dirting your floors, especially after giving you that nasty cut, or what he thought was a nasty cut, on a pretty face like yours. “No- no, I’m good, man. My sister’s waiting for me to go back home. Maybe some other day.” He says.

“Okay.” You said, smiling calmly as always, and Gyutaro’s hand rose up to his nape, scratching it in a kind of frustration he can’t even find.

And there he unintentionally created another chance to see you again. Until the long summer days finally came to an end, and winter passed halfway.

“Hey, Gyutaro-kun! Let’s go to the New Years Festival today! Bring Ume-chan with you, please?” You called his name like you always did, asking him to accompany you wherever you go.

“Sure.” He grumbled, different from when you first knew him, different from denial and rejection.

Colorful fireworks exploded into the night sky, creating a beautiful contrast. It was truly the happiest moment of your life, welcoming the new year with good friends, not worrying about a thing in this world, about your parents who never come back home.

But happiness doesn't last. A sound that sounded like fireworks came from the crowd, a person dropped down onto the floor, a crimson red pooled beneath him, and the people around him screamed.

“Someone’s dead!”

“Help!”

“Who did that!?What’s happening!?”

And then everything else was a blur. People were running in all directions as more gunshots went off, and fires started to spread from all the knocked over food stalls. More and more people ended up dead on the floor, and people stepped over anything and everything to escape.

“We have to go!” Gyutaro called your name while holding onto Ume. As he finally got a grasp on your wrist, someone collapsed onto the hem of your kimono.

No way… Why now!?

You panicked and tried to yank out your kimono but your feet already took their steps. Tripping over, someone stepped directly onto your back, knocking the air out of you, before the wooden support post of a nearby food stall collapsed right on top of your lower body. You cried in pain.

“Hurry! Get up!” Gyutaro screamed, yanking you with his hands before trying to lift up the support post.

“I… I can’t…!” Tears pooled in your eyes, “Don’t worry about me, just go. Go back with Ume. I’ll be okay, someone will come soon, to help, I’ll be fine.” You shoved on his hand, “Come back later when you get Ume home, I’ll be fine.”

Gyutaro opened his mouth as if to protest, but watching all the chaos going on, and your pleading eyes. “Okay, wait for me, I’ll be back soon.” Slowly, he let go of your hand, and that was the last time he ever touched your warm hands.

You muffled your sobs with your kimono sleeves as you watched him disappear into the chaos with Ume.

No, don’t leave. It hurts. Don’t leave me alone. Help me. Don’t leave me.

White snow started falling from the sky and the fires died down. Tears dried on your face and your vision started to blur. The snow fell on your body like a white blanket as if the sky was mourning for you.

When Gyutaro returned, all he could find was your already cold and stiff body, his hands shook with fear as they reached for yours. Your empty eyes that were still opened stared into his, cut and bruises littered over your body yet you were still as beautiful as always. His hand gently covered your eyes and brought your eyelids down.

“Didn’t you say you were going to be alright?”

Gyutaro gritted his teeth and his eyes were bloodshot with anger and sadness. His sickle that he brought with him cut down the wooden support post, and he carried your body out and slowly brought you back home. He watched helplessly as your maids cried over your body, and suddenly he wanted to cry too.

He wasn’t there at your funeral. He was scared, afraid. Afraid of those hollow eyes that stared into his, as if your death was all on him, as if you were blaming him for everything that happened.

“She wouldn’t do that.” Ume immediately opposed his thoughts. “She’s the nicest person I’ve ever met! If she didn’t die, she would’ve married you. If you think she hates you, then you’re just speaking ill of her.” Tears pooled in her eyes as she cried to defend you with everything she’s got.

Gyutaro looked down at the tattered and molded tatami he’s sitting on. “I wish I married her.” He simply stated.

Even after becoming a demon and losing all his memories, he always knew that there were once someone in this world who loved him. Even when his head got cut off, he still firmly believes, that you’re still out there somewhere in this world, waiting for him, as young as you were, as loving as you were.

And the next time he opened his eyes, you were right there.

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sherwees · 2 months

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which one do y'all want out first because I'm mixed up tbh for the whole corny p🌽ots thing and idk what to work on first.

P.S!!!!! KUN AND JENO'S FICS ARE ALREADY LIKE 50% WRITTEN.. but I think kun's is closer to finished. I have the yangyang fic all planned out but I just don't have the time and confidence to write it..

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winwintea · 1 month

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Blame it on my Disney Wish! WayV Series

PAIRING ▸ wayv x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ romance, fluff, crack, angst, acquaintances to lovers, disney park au, college au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexual jokes, alcohol consumption, chenle gets bullied a lot, kun also gets bullied a lot, everyone gets bullied a lot,

SUMMARY ▸ kun takes the boys to disney world, funded by his sugar daddy chenle. however none of them were prepared for you to tag along, more or less even be affected by that cliche disney magic. but hey, maybe dreams really do come true?

TAG LIST ▸ at the bottom (send me an ask here if you’d like to be added! + those tagged will be in the tag list of all chapters of this series!)

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ welcome to my first ever fic? this is a “choose your own route” kind of series, so no need to read in order! i’ll be updating one chapter at a time, finishing off all chapter 1’s before i move onto the chapter 2’s. this originally started off as a crack fic idea that turned into a romance. thank u for taking the time to indulge in my silly fic. i’m very into disney parks so this was very fun to write. PLEASE ALSO READ THE PROLOGUE BEFORE READING THE CHAPTERS!

PROLOGUE

▸CHOOSE YOUR SUITOR

▸ QIAN KUN

01. lover’s quarrel

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ TEN

01. walking is for losers

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ DONG SI CHENG

01. never beating the ‘fainting princess’ allegations

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ WONG KUN HANG

01. please stop lore dumping

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ XIAO DE JUN

01. 2 idiots 1 braincell

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ LIU YANG YANG

01. google search: wikihow to look cool in front of a girl with pictures

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘 ft manjiro mikey sano

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: It was your daughter's sports day at her kindergarten, and your husband participated.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff / ✮

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠:none

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I miss writing for him! It's been a while I don't know if it's good but I hope it is. It consists fluff, fluff and fluff!!

(( my navigations ))

This Saturday morning was not as peaceful as the others. You had to wake up and six sharp to prepare a box of sandwiches for your daughter to bring to her school. You got to readies her uniform and her father's. Today was your daughter, Megami's first sports day. It was chaotic the night before because the reckless poor girl dared to forget her big day, as she said, and forgot to tell you that it's a must for the pupil's parents to bring food or snacks along.

It was past seven-ten when you woke up both of your beloved ones, Megami was a light sleeper so it was not hard to wake her up but it was the opposite for her father.

You wake him up multiple times for him to snooze back halfway.

'Manjiro, hurry up your daughter will be late for her school!' He rubs his eyes and got out, legs groggy and buckled. You give him a towel along with a toothbrush, readied with its paste 'Go! I give you ten minutes!' Then, you went back to your daughter's room to see she had just got out of the bathroom 'Where're my clothes, mama?' You get her uniform from her walk-in closet and handed it to her 'You want me to blow your hair for you?' She smiles, eyes twinkling with luminaries.

You put on her p.e uniform tucking the shirt under her tracks, and then you make her sit on her bed whilst you dry her air and comb it using her 'magic' brush.

'How do you want to style your hair today, princess?' She turns her head at you 'I want a tight one, the one that is high like a unicorn's ponytail!' You smile, feather-light kiss her temple, and did as she instructed.

You notice from the corner of your eyes, your husband leaning against the doorframe with his hand crisscrossed 'Are you ready for the big day?!' He said lifting Megami and twirling her around, she happily giggle and nods her head at her dad's question.

Manjiro was wearing a slack with a white button-up polo 'Let's go, you should hurry up too, babe.' He kisses your cheek and left downstairs with Megami still in his arm.

You went to your room and did a short half bath before you change into a pair of shorts and a short sleeve crop top printed 'rays of sunshine'.

'Mama, hurry up!' You went downstairs and straight to the kitchen to grab a large-size tumbler and stuff it inside your bag.

'Come on, let's go!' The maids had just finished wrapping up the box of sandwiches inside the car before bowing down, you thanked her and get inside to see Megami already in her seat with her backpack in her arms.

'You comfortable?' She nods, and you buckle the belt after Manjiro did the same.

The ride to her school was peaceful, Megami sit at the back with her legs bouncing as she looks outside the mirror, humming Spongebob's opening tune.

'We're here!' She cheers feeling excited 'Easy there, honey.' Manjiro assured her and went to buckle her belt for her. You three got out, Manjiro with Megami holding his hand and the other one holding her bag whilst you had both hands holding onto the sandwich container.

The school was lively, with pupils running around the front garden 'Hello Megami!' A sweet voice called out, and it was a woman in her mid-30s, with dirty brown hair and a similar uniform as Megami's 'Hello teacher!' Both you and your husband bow your head in gratitude as she did the same 'Hello Mr. and Mrs. Sano, From here on, I'll take care of Megami to get her ready for her sports application, you two can head to the counter over there and wrote your name for attendance's purpose, and please let me get the box for you. I'll sort it out at the food section.' You thanked her. Megami wave over at you and Manjiro as she skips away with her teacher.

'Hello! Can you please sign here, and here... I assume you know about the parent's sport application as well?' You and your husband shared a look. Your mind has already imagine a scenario of Megami and her mocking smile.

'Yes.' You heard your husband confess, 'I know about it. Which is why I wore the perfect outfit for it.' The receptionist looks at him up and down with a nervous laugh 'You will run track in that...Sir...?' He looks confident as ever, nodding his head.

The receptionist nods once more before you two leave for the school's backfield. The arena was full of students warming up, and parents recording them. You look around for Megami seeing her at the front row stretching with her teacher and her friends.

The girl was not doing it suitably, she was laughing with her friends. You smile at the sight 'Megami!' She turns to you, expressions brightening 'Mama! Dad!' Manjiro and you smile back at her before moving to the benchers as the emcee announced the first activities.

It was halfway through, you and your husband had been cheering nonstop for your daughter. She was running past everyone with a bright smile on her face, her eyes barely open as she giggle and past the winning's line.

You yell and clap your hand so hard it's becoming red.

'Next activity, we'll bring along the fathers for the three-legged race!' You started cheering again eyes following your husband as she was near your daughter and get the robe. Manjiro's hand was all over her head attaching it to his midriff, and her arms clutched onto his shirt.

'Ready? Get set. Go!' They began running as they murmured 'one, two' to keep balancing 'You can do it!' You clap your hand and watch them with pure adoration. His scrunching competitive face, his desire to win for his daughter, and the similar bright eye smile once they made it to the finishing line.

Although they didn't end up winning first place, you are still happy that they're happy with their hard achievements 'You did wonderful, pretty girl!' You went to high-five her and offered your husband one reassuring hug 'Let's go get the medal!' She jumps up and down running back to her teacher to get her class the medal they've earned.

You silently cheer when she lifted the medal at you and clap once more.

'You are sweating a lot.' You said bringing out a handkerchief and wiping the sweat off your husband's forehead for him, he held your hand to stop you 'It's fine, I can do it.' He lifts your chin to kiss the corner of your mouth and wipes off the sweat all over his face 'Mama! Dad!' You two crouch down on the ground to give Megami one long and warm hug 'Another medal to hang on your room, yeah?' She giddily agreed and skip away with both of her hands holding yours and Manjiro's hands.

'I want an ice cream!' She ushered you 'I don't think they've got an ice cream here, right now.' She pouts, bottom lip jutting out 'Then can we get an ice cream later?' She asks for a confirmation. Manjiro pets her head 'Yes but for now, you're going to spend some time with your buddies alright?' She hums and jog to where her friends is. You smile watching her play along with her friends.

'Our beautiful baby girl is all grown up.' You muttered, eyes never leaving hers. Manjiro wraps an arm around you giving you a soothing squeeze on your core 'Yes, all grown up but still our same sweet little girl.' You turn to him and smile.

'Mama! Dad! Come!' She takes you both to the food section and handed you plates 'Let's eat! I'm hungry!'

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juustozzi · 6 months

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uh oh...

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school! iruma kun #a doodle from last month to get back on regular drawing lol #for a bit I drew just the monthlies and concepts for a new dnd character for a halloween oneshot #own art

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thebeautyoffanfics · 1 year

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hi!! may I request teru with a s/o who one day, after staying a little late to finish some student council work gets attacked by an apparition but is saved by him?

teru minamoto x gn!reader

a/n : hello !! i’m so so sorry for the wait ahh ,, thank you for requesting , and i hope that this turns out alright !! i apologize in advance if it’s short !!!

writing teru always ends up more enjoyable than i realize ,,, /pos

warnings : reader is chased by a supernatural ? they also get slightly injured , but it’s nothing graphic !!

word count : 760

“Thank you for your help, (Y/N),” Teru spoke, smiling at you, as he took the stack of papers you offered him. “Really, I think that’s all the work left for you… everything else is just things I need to finish up, so you’re free to head home before it gets too much later. I’d walk you, but I don’t want you to be out too late…”

“Alright! It’s not a problem, Teru. I’ll see you later, love!” You responded, letting Teru place a quick kiss to your forehead, then making your way out of the room.

You wandered down the hallway, in no particular rush to get home. The sun had made its way across the sky, only far enough for the orange and purple hues to be seen through the hallway windows. “There’s still plenty of daylight,” You noted aloud, “I should have helped Teru a bit more, huh… well, he probably wouldn’t let me either way-”

You cut off your sentence, footsteps stumbling slightly as an overwhelming sense of danger attacked your entire body, wracking you with goosebumps and making your mouth feel uncomfortably dry. Heart rate beginning to increase, you glanced around, trying to pinpoint exactly why you suddenly felt so unsafe.

Standing at the end of the hallway was an unfamiliar, and very much inhuman, silhouette. Your knees felt weak, as you froze in fear. Before you could realize it, the apparition raced your way, and your stomach sank as you put your fearful body into action, darting as quickly as you could down the hallway.

You didn’t quite realize what you were doing, nor what you were saying, simply desperate to get help. Screaming for help- then for Teru- then for help again, as you suddenly realized that, in your panic, you had practically cornered yourself. The apparition grabbed your arm harshly as you ran, nails digging into your skin as you yanked your arm away, feeling as if you were going to vomit as the end of the hallway approached.

As you turned, no where left to run, you were greeted by lightning so bright that it made your eyes ache a bit-- causing you to squint, and finally stumble a bit to the ground. Your arm throbbed, as the apparition became far more interested in Teru.

“Disgusting. Malicious supernaturals like you, honestly-” He paused, slashing the creature once more, causing it to fizzle and fade out in a way you couldn’t quite describe, “they make me sick.”

He was quick to resheath his weapon, his disgust towards the supernatural melting into concern and a bit of guilt as he stepped over to you, kneeling down to be more level with you as you sat on the floor.

“(Y/N), darling, I’m so, so sorry,” He apologized, lifting your scratched arm slightly. Blood dripped down your arm, though the wound wasn’t too terribly deep, Teru’s face was still etched with guilt.

“No, Teru- why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault, really,” You responded, moving your free hand to ruffle his hair lightly. Teru sighed a bit, offering a slight smile as he stood up, then helped you stand.

“Actually, you saved me back there,” You added, as he began leading you down the hallway and towards the nurse’s office.

“Yes, but… well, I should have walked you out, at least. It’s… I feel the need to protect you, (Y/N). Force of habit, maybe…?”

You smiled a bit, despite feeling bad that he felt the safety of those around him was his responsibility. “Then, thank you. For looking after me. Like I said, you saved me back there- you protected me, so there’s no need to stress about it.”

Teru nodded, letting you know that he acknowledged what you were saying as he pushed the door to the nurse’s office open. You took a seat on the bed, watching Teru grab disinfectants and bandages, then allowing him to treat the scratches on your arm.

“You’re pretty when you’re focused,” You noted, admiring his slightly furrowed brows as he cleaned the wounds. Dare you say you felt his hand stutter a bit, before continuing to gently wipe the scratches on your arm. It hurt, a fair amount if you were being quite honest (the sting of alcohol on a scratch was never pleasant) but you found comfort in Teru’s presence.

“Aren’t I pretty all the time?” He teased, glancing up at you with a smile tugging on his lips.

“Absolutely,” You grinned, your free hand once again reaching up to ruffle his hair.

#anon #tbhk #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #teru minamoto #oneshot #tbhk x reader #jshk x reader #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #jibaku shounen hanako kun x reader #teru minamoto x reader #teru minamoto x gn!reader

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isyloveslife · 9 months

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If i had a nickel for every peice of media about a boy whose a ghost and has a girlfriend and a comedic relief friend, i'd have 2 nickels which isnt a lot but weird it happened twide

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yi-kers · 5 months

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There is a criminal lack of Balego (shichikal? Kalam?) on ao3, and I’m getting desperate. I feel the call of google docs. I must resist.

#and by resist I mean spend a couple days agonizing over not being able to read what I want #before eventually caving and probably writing a oneshot or two #m!ik #mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #balam shichirou #naberius kalego #balego #kalego x balam #look I’m just soft for them

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svefs · 1 year

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Fuck you boss

TW!: FLUFF GALORE, this is cheesy asff, mention of drugs and cursing, best head pats in the world, domestic fluff, morning losers, it's 3am and I have physical education first thing in the morning

Summary:As the sun rises in Netherworld, you get up to get ready for work only to get a clingy lover on his day-off wanting you to stay with him.

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Good morning Netherlands!~ I got a feeling that it's gonna be a wonderful day. But fr though, it was a great way to start your morning.

As your alarm which you nicknamed 'Bobby Minaj' cause of its stupid, annoying ass screeching, went off and the sun leaking through the curtains. You couldn't stand it anymore, it's basically impossible to sleep like this, like bffr who could.

The only thing keeping you from breaking the stupid alarm is the cat cuddling you. Opera took a paid leave for a few days just to spend time with you. Plot twist, you still gotta go to work cause your bitch-ass boss doesn't want you on leave. As your husband snuggles closer into you, you squealed inside your mind. If I can't handle the cuteness overload you can't either so deal with it.

"Y/N...?"Opera said in a soft yet groggy voice. So you hummed in reply.

"Do you have the leave already?"they asked basically pouting with their ears pointing downwards. Their tail wrapping around your leg as if he's going to cry if you leave them. I'm gonna die of cuteness overload. God have mercy on you, cause you feel like you were on drugs. Wait no you're on cloud nine.

At this point you were already holding back your squeal the best you can. Opera seemed to notice this and took the opportunity to start teasing you. Fuck.

"Can you please stay just a bit longer," they said basically forcing their ears downwards at this point. Too bad for them you were used to this cute attack, and their wagging tail have him away.

"Sorry my sweet kitty but no <3"you said smugly as you got up from the bed to get ready for the morning. No way you were gonna get scolded by your boss and have your pay halved, nope money comes first. You definitely cringed at that nickname. You never wanted to say shit like that again or you'd rather die of overdose but their shocked face made in worth the wasted dignity.

"But-"

"Not today, I'm not having my salary halved again, sorry!"

Time skip ( omg my first time skip )

Work was more stressful than usual today. You genuinely thought of quitting but you preserve. You have no idea how much patience I have. As you opened the door, you saw your cute husband preparing dinner for you in a pink girly apron. I'm gonna laugh. Initially was your first thought.

You were just to tired to laugh right now, so you just sat on the sofa and sighed exhaustingly cause Opera to look at you in concern.

"Darling?,"they asked making your heart flutter as they mad their way to the couch and sat right next to you.

"Sorry Opera, work was just really stressful and I almost wanted to quit"

"You can always quit if you wanted to," they said calmly making you look at them appalled, shocked, speechless, in disbelief and many other reactions which you couldn't process.

"What, you gotta be joking"

"I'm serious right now"

"I can't just make you be a breadwinner and do all the work while I just sit there and do nothing!"

"If it's for you, I will do anything," was the last sentence they said before leaving to set up to the dinner table.

"You know I love you right Opera?"

"Not as much as I love you"

You definitely will spoil them with cuddles tonight.

#mairuma #m!ik x reader #m!ik opera #x reader #opera x reader #Fluff #oneshot #welcome to demon school iruma kun

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