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pupkashi · 9 months

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boyfriend!yuta headcanons

a/n: i have been having major yuta brainrot as of late ,, here u guys go ! i hope these are too badly ooc seeing as though I’ve only written for him a couple times ! they’re a bit all over the place so plz lmk what y’all think :3

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first things first this boy is an absolute nervous wreck anytime he’s around you before he asks you out, I’m talking stuttering and fumbling over his words, looking anywhere but you, trying his best to not embarrass himself (he inevitably does poor guy)

asks you out when it’s just the two of you, on a picnic or watching a movie, his palms are sweaty because what if he just hallucinated you saying you liked him back and this is a big mistake??

okok this boy would definitely wear those ‘i love my s/o’ shirts, starts off as a joke, then wears it unironically because yeah, he does love you, what about it??

the biggest simp in the world yall, does anything you want him to, buys you whatever you want whenever you want it, you tell him jump he’s asking how high while already jumping

it’s a serious problem, considering you now have to make it clear that just because you say something is nice doesn’t mean you want it

“this sweater is nice right yuu?” “yeah it is really nice” ,,,, “yuta why do you have two bags?” “i got you the sweater in every color you like :3”

you’re always getting packages at your door, handing them to him only for him to say ‘oh that’s actually for you!’

the worst part of this is he absolutely hates when you get him something, always telling you to spend your money on yourself or save it, saying he has everything he needs already

still accepts your gifts with open arms, over the moon because ‘you really thought of me ?? i love you :(‘ he literally is ‘🥺’ if it was a person

calls you every sweet nickname he can think of: baby, babe, sweetheart, darling, my love, honey (he tends to favor my love and darling)

you tend to call him things like: baby, lover, pretty boy, angel

he turns into an absolute blushing mess when you call him pretty boy and angel, giggling and trying to not forget what he was talking to you about in the first place

the kind of boyfriend who will buy you flowers weekly, no matter what.

ever since he overheard you on the phone talking about how much you loved his ‘just because’ flowers, he made it a reoccurring purchase at a local flower shop

gets you all your favorite snacks when he just so happens to stop by at a convenience store, handing them to you with a happy grin, ‘we can have movie night with snacks now!’

has your coffee order memorized before you guys even started dating, rarely asks if you want some, usually just surprises you with it <3

he is such a homebody boyfriend :( prefers calm and cozy nights in sipping on hot chocolate cuddles in warm blankets over going out

takes you out to nice restaurants though !! especially if you like going out, he’ll take you on all kinds of dates

goes ice skating, amusement parks, the fair, laser tag (you destroyed him), escape rooms, literally everything

at restaurants if you’re between two things to order he’ll get one of the ones you want so you get try both :3

if you don’t like what you ordered he’ll swap with you / will tell you to order something different, saying he’ll take the other plate home and eat it tomorrow so you don’t feel bad abt it <3

LOVES going grocery shopping with you </3 finds it so domestic and lovely to be able to pick you celery with you (he also gets excited when you ask him what he wants to eat so you can get the stuff for it)

he’ll always tell you he wants to bake cookies and other treats with you, grabbing all the ingredients and grinning at you sheepishly when the cart starts to get full

“we came here for four things, how did you manage to make me get all these things” “cause you love me” he giggles

giggles at everything you say !!!!! topples over laughing when you tell a joke (we get it bro you love us 😭)

it’s so easy to make him blush and flustered, literally just winking at him makes his brain short circuit (let’s not get started on when you two make out) (he whimpers 🤭)

has pictures of you as his lockscreen, always smiles a bit when he unlocks his phone, when he’s away on missions he finds himself checking the time more often than he really needs to

AMAZING TEXTER !!!!! will reply to you very quickly and address all your messages and reacts to all the things you send him (everyone is amazed because is this the same yuta who left them on deliver red for three days before replying ??)

he is SO the jealous type ,, he tries not to be, really he hates having negative emotions of any kind, but he can’t help it :(

his entire demeanor changed drastically when someone starts flirting with you, he’s standing up straighter, clenching his jaw and has that threatening look on his face, no sign of the once cheerful and bubbly boy

he’s wrapping an arm around you, tugging on your hand and trying to get you alone so he can make out with you and remind both you and himself that you’re only his <33

insanely protective of you !!! he’ll be holding your hand in public, always making sure he knows where you are, in crowded areas he has one hand on your waist to help you through the crowds <33

will obliterate anyone who even tries to threaten you, ‘look at them again and you’ll be wishing i had killed you’ but in a not creepy and actually very 🦋way yk ?

really listens to you and everything you have to say, asking questions about your interests and genuinely loves listening to you talk about the things you like <3

i know he gets u literally everything but he gives you amazing and thoughtful gifts for special occasions !! he manages to always get you perfect gifts every single time <3

he compliments you everyday without fail, no matter where he is in the world, he will ALWAYS tell you how stunning you look !!!

reminds you everyday how much he loves you, telling you and leaving you little notes, writes you love letters like he’s away at war even though he’s most likely to get back before the letter even ships

cooks you dinner when he has the chance (he’s actually a pretty good cook!!) going all the way with wine (if you drink of course) and roses

uses your shampoo and conditioner sometimes because he just loves the way they smell and they remind him so much of u hehe

has your skincare routine memorized to when you’re too exhausted to do it he can do it for you <3

he’s overall just a soft and sweet lover, doing anything and everything he can for you because he knows you’re the one for him <33

taglist (send an ask to be added!): @chilichopsticks @anime-for-the-sleepless @4sat0ruu @safaia-47 @nanamikentoseyebags

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astraystayyh · 10 months

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seungmin taking off his mask brainrot. allusion to sex but no smut. still mdni.

honestly i struggled with tagging this, because it's not smut but also not fluff either hshshs enemies to fwb??? anyways i hope this reaches its target audience,, enjoy <33 (lowercase intended)

seungmin is an asshole.

you don't like him. he's always around, nagging you, throwing unnecessary comments your way about every little thing you do or say. if it were solely up to you, you wouldn't talk to him ever again. but he's jeongin's best friend, who also happens to be your best friend, so seeing him is inevitable.

he's there sipping on his iced americano, wispy bangs falling in front of his brown eyes, fixated on you. he's there sitting across of you in the campus garden, hitting your leg repeatedly with his foot. he's there at jeongin's dorm, who also happens to be his roommate, strolling around shirtless with no care in the world.

he's infuriating, everything about him makes you mad. from the way he smiles proudly when he sees that he's getting on your nerves, to the way he leans his face onto yours, faking interest in whatever you are saying.

seungmin is an asshole, and to your surprise, he's here to pick you up.

you know it's him, from the red converse he is wearing, and his familiar black leather jacket. you can also tell from the hands gripping the handles of the motorcycle. they aren't clad with rings, so it can't be jeongin. the friend who was actually supposed to pick you up.

you half debate staying home, cursing jeongin in your brain for forcing you to spend more time with seungmin. but you really wanted to go to that party chan is hosting. you needed the free alcohol, badly.

so you huff, as seungmin takes his sweet time parking, mentally preparing to curse him too. but the words die in your throat as soon as he removes his helmet.

he has caramel colored hair now.

he slides off the motorcycle, running an easy hand through his hair. it looks soft, and you wonder what it smells like. citrus, maybe, or pinewood. he then leans onto his engine, smirking at you slightly. you roll your eyes, taking one step forward towards him.

"i think you're obsessed with me."

"yeah? why is that?" he smiles, tilting his head to the side, his arms now crossed in front of his chest.

"you just had to pick me up right. couldn't stand being away from me that badly?"

"correct." he doesn't deny and you huff, grabbing the second helmet and putting it on.

"let's make this as short as possible."

"my pleasure," he bows slightly and you bite your lip, trying to suppress the tiniest smile from coming out. you really liked his hair, it made his honeyed eyes stand out more.

he gets on first, and you follow suit. you were used to riding with jeongin but this is your first time doing it with seungmin. you hesitate for a couple of seconds, before wrapping your arms loosely around his waist.

"hold tight," he tells you, adding a soft "please" after a few silent beats. you oblige, and then he takes off with no further warning.

the drive is short, and you can't seem to focus on anything but the warmth emanating from seungmin's body. you are hyper aware of your thighs pressing against his, and his broad back snug against your chest. it feels intimate, for some odd reason, and you almost close your eyes to fully savor it. almost.

when you arrive, you're quick to hop off, handing your helmet to seungmin. he takes it from you silently, before removing his own too.

strands of his hair stay upwards and you debate internally for a second, before reaching to smooth them down.

you were right, his hair is incredibly soft to the touch.

"you look pretty," he says. and he sounds sincere- different from how he usually speaks to you.

"thank you," you reply quietly, " i like your new hair."

"really? I'm not sure if it suits me," he admits, running a hand through it self-consciously. it felt weird, to see him anything but confident and boastful.

"it does. what shampoo do you use?"

"i don't know. something citrusy, i think."

"figured."

....

your naked chest is pressed to seungmin's, limbs so tangled you can no longer tell where your body ends and his begins.

you didn't exactly plan on ending up here tonight, you weren't even sure how this happened. you just couldn't take your eyes off seungmin's hair, and then his eyes landed on your lips and suddenly he was leading you to the nearest bedroom.

but you don't mind, not when seungmin looks this way. the light is dim and dark shadows reflect on his face. there is a sheen layer of perspiration on his upperbrow, and you imagine you must look the same. sweaty and slightly dazed, a pink hue adorning your cheeks.

seungmin traces your lips with his thumb, going over your cupid bow ever so slowly. it makes shivers run down your spine, and you huddle closer to him. as close as you physically could anyways, since you were practically glued to him.

"had i known this would happen i would've died my hair sooner," he smirks cheekily and that brings you to his hair again. you run your hand through its soft locks gently. a stark contrast to how hard you were tugging them moments ago.

"mm, it's all because of this caramel color," you smile back, its citrusy scent wafting to your nose. "i really like your shampoo."

"are you turned on by scents?" he jokes and you swat his arm, leaning a bit away from him.

"it just smells nice. sue me."

"it's okay, you smell nice too," he chuckles, burying his nose in the crook of your neck. you appreciate it. it makes you feel less weird about how affected you are by him.

"i... i told jeongin that i wanted to pick you up," he mumbles onto your skin and you feel yourself tense slightly. "why?"

"wanted to see you first," he says quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone. it makes you dizzy. you don't find him infuriating any more.

"let's talk about this later," you finally reply, pulling him away from you.

"mm. what do you want to do now?" he smiles, grazing your naked arm with the back of his hand.

you straddle his lap, swiping his bangs away from his forehead. that damned hair of his.

"you."

#seungmin x reader #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #stray kids imagine #skz drabbles #seungmin fluff

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kirbyskisses · 1 year

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can’t stop thinking about dabi who’s so filled with pent up emotions - rage, relief, insanity, glee - after his identity reveal. and you are the conduit.

cw: no plot just brainrot, fem!reader, heavy breeding, minors burns/branding, dumbification, heavy overstimulation, fingering and oral (f!receiving), spanking, praise and degradation, possessiveness, voice kink, bait-and-switch where it seems like dubcon but is actually completely consensual tho??? also Dabi would be an amazing father don’t @ me

tagging: @gatoru @reveluving @dabislittlemouse and @nymphoheretic (who got the first version of this) <3

the second he and you escape from the warzone, the man has one, singular, burning thought and that is to breed you. he’s touya again and he needs show he’s a better partner and father than endeavor could ever dream of being.

which starts by fucking you full of his kids over and over and over again.

alive or not, he’s destroyed his father’s legacy and he’s ecstatic - more desperate and hungry than you’ve ever seen him. he can’t keep his hands and teeth off you, leaving little burn marks everywhere. his white hair is still wet and stuck to his face, his blue eyes are crazed; he’s absolutely animalistic.

“dabi-!” you can barely get the word out before he’s ripping fabric off of you; shirt, panties and all - getting singed in his still steaming hands. one hand sneaks to your chin and squeezes - your eyes are locked to his, the other hand already working two fingers into your hole.

“not my name, princess.”

“t-too fast dabi -”

he pries your jaw open and spits in your mouth - your form so shocked that you tremble and swallow it down without protest.

“now,” he kisses his teeth, “what the fuck do you call me? what’s my name?”

“t-toy-touya”

“good fucking girl.” he chuckles lowly, eyes impressed both at your obedience and the feeling of your gummy walls. “you’re already so tight on my fingers, baby.”

touya growls - god, he fucking adores this. you’re squirming at all the overwhelming feelings - twisting and jerking against the wall until you notice that he hasn’t even closed the door to your apartment.

“t-touya, someone could see-” you hiccup.

“let them, doll. let them see.” he purrs. you choke out a moan, his fingers already finding the most sensitive gooey spot inside you, causing your first climax of the night.

“all of japan knows me now, baby. so who’s gonna stop me? the police? the heroes? your shitty neighbors? who’s gonna stop me from fucking my girl full and getting her pregnant, hm?”

he lets out a dark laugh and if you weren’t so deeply in love with him - so paralyzed by his heated touch - you would find it scary. instead you can only find it arousing as he sinks to his knees in front of your completely nude, shaking form and sucks at your clit, tongue swiftly going past your folds.

sure, it feels good - so good you have to momentarily cover your mouth with a trembling hand to stop from babbling out for more. but it’s evident he doesn’t care about your pleasure right now as much as he does claiming you as his. he continues spanking and biting your thighs in between until you scream his name and try to push him off.

“t-touya too - much.” you whine, hand going away from your mouth to try and pry him away by his messy hair, the tips of which are still dark. his tongue rolls inside you, lips greedily sucking every inch of your slit and bud like a man possessed. you let out a broken noise. “touya, you gotta -”

your sentence met with a sharp slap.

“I don’t ‘gotta’ do anything doll. this is my pussy ain’t it? say it.” he looks up at you expectantly, your translucent juices dripping down his lips and chin.

“‘s your…” you whisper out, legs shaking so badly you think you’d fall if his strong hands weren’t holding you to the wall, digging into the fat of your thighs with a strangle hold.

“louder.” he spanks again.

“it’s your pussy, touya!”

“and that means only i decide when it’s had enough, got it? and i say it hasn’t. and you’re gonna let me, ain’t ya?”

“yes~” your consent comes out like a whisper, a hiss, but is it’s undeniable that you like him like this. a version of dabi touya that you’ve only seen glimpses of but just fall for deeper and deeper and deeper - others might call it insane but to you it’s intoxicating. the insanity, the need to have you - something about it drives you over the edge into another messy, babbling orgasm.

you love him. you love him. you love hi-

“shut your mouth and bite down on something.”

“b-bite down?” you question, swallowing deeply, pulled out of your thoughts. your fuzzy head stirs trying to understand his intentions as he hands you the balled up fabric of your previously discarded but still soaking wet panties.

“yeah. this is gonna hurt.” his smirks, a candle light amount of blue fire surrounding the tip of his index finger. you bite and scream into the cloth, tasting your own remaining juice, as the blue spark traces the letters “M I N E” into your outer thigh.

you’re crying and shaking from feeling such pain after climaxing back to back.

good.

he likes it like that.

he’s at least soft enough to kiss the scorching letters until they cool off with a coo of “good fucking girl” finally taking your partially delirious body to the bed and stroking your hair as he cradles you. you whine for more praise and confirmation.

“did g-good, dabi?”

“touya, remember? ‘nd yeah, baby. doing so good for me, doll. now, i’m gonna lie on the bed and you’re gonna ride that pretty pussy my cock until i say you’re full enough, got that?”

“yes.”

“yes who, little slut?”

“yes, touya.”

“good, pretty girl.”

he strips, which gives you a moment to catch your breath and he chuckles when he looks into your eyes absolutely maddened and obsessed with how you gasp at his size every single time.

“don’t worry, pretty. i’ll go nice and slow. sink into you bit by bit, counting to 10, yeah?” whimpering from overstimulation, you nod - innocent and trusting

he’s a liar.

dabi, touya - it doesn’t matter who he is, he’s a fucking liar.

the count he’d promised got to “two” before he shoved his fat cock all the way inside with a cackle.

“did you really believe i’d wait that long?” he teases, blue eyes taking you apart bit by bit as he slams his cock into you and you squirm, crying out his name

“touya! too deep!”

"i don't remember asking, baby," he replies. he buries himself into you to the base - pressing against your insides, so hard it aches.

“i'm gonna fill you up nice and full, knock you up like the good little bitch you are. you gonna take that f’r me? let me dump loads my cute tight little pussy?”

his shoulders and chest are heaving, he’s pushed your legs back and back and back until you’re in a mating press so he can slip his cock as deep in as it can go and back out wildly.

“gonna help me prove h’m wrong, yeah? gonna make me a daddy aren’t you dollface - i’ll be soft with ya when you do. i’ll be such a good fuckin’ daddy. you know that?”

“y-ye - touya - you’ll be a-amazing!” you really do think he would but even if you didn’t, you can’t think at all beyond saying what he wants to hear

“you’d be a good mommy to them. just like you’re such a good cumdumpster for me.”

your head is swimming, the residual heat of his quirk has you feeling like you’re going melt. how many times has he made you cum by now? you lost count after four and now he’s beating against your g-spot as you plead that it’s all too rough. your mind is so blank with him, him, him - how feral he looked fighting against his father and brother, the deep plea he made on camera to the whole nation and now this desperate, obsessed sex craze.

you’re at his mercy, plain and simple. your mouth is letting out hoarse pleas for him to slow down because all your neighbors can hear, you’re sure of it.

“let them hear. stop thinking about other people when i’m the one fucking this pussy. matter of fact - stop thinking, doll. you're not done until you're so full of my cum, you get pregnant," he growls in a voice unlike anything you'd ever heard him use. but fuck if it doesn't make you clench around him, which only makes him laugh at you.

“if i had known you wanted to be a little breeding slut for me before, i would have been filling you properly every night! fuck what they hear. they’ve heard my voice all day. they get to hear me breed you.”

“touya~”

“oh you like the sound of that don’t you? well then let them hear. scream for me. who’s the only man that fucks this pussy full?”

“touya! ‘s you touya! ‘m your cumslut!” you wail into another climax. touya pauses as you spasm around him, pussy walls sucking the cum from him with a long groan.

his hand is finally gentle against you, thumbing the tears and lips tenderly kissing your face.

“don’t worry. ‘ll be nice and soft with you once the little tyke is in your tummy, doll. all you have to do is stand what i put you through now.” he coos.

“i wouldn’t really hurt you the lady i love - i’m not him. you’ve been so good taking care of me this long while i waited to destroy him. thought i was gonna die today, you know that? now i get to live and be with you and our little ones. y’know i love you, right doll?”

your fifth (or maybe it’s been closer to seventh?) orgasm has made you a mess of tears but touya rarely says ‘i love you’ and something about being free of his disguise makes it seem like he’ll say it more often now. you manage to whisper out;

“i love you too touya… g’ve me your baby.”

he smiles and pounds in, fucking the sloppy loads of white back into you.

“say it again.”

“‘w-want your babies~”

“again!” he growls, hands closing in on your neck as he fucks you so hard the bed creaks and you think it might break - or at least you would if you had the ability to think beyond his orders.

you say it over and over like a mantra as he kisses you and makes sure you hold in his cum, dick creamy with white from fucking in load after load.

“that’s a good mommy. you’re gonna grow so nice with daddy’s kids. my fucking little breeding hole.”

when he’s finally, finally done? you’re an absolute mess and he adores the sight. you’re crying and hiccuping, legs shaking as white fluid pools inside you before he shoves it back in with his fingers.

“stay open for me, cutie. someone’s a happy little cumslut huh?” dabi smirks and he gives you one last spank.

“touya” you sob out and he kisses you softly.

“I’m here doll. that’ll keep you good and stuffed. ‘ll clean you up nice and soft in the morning hm? right now you’re gonna sleep full of my cum and all marked as mine.”

you drift to sleep, no energy left, only able to hear the sound of his phone turning on because he can’t help but snap a few pictures and videos of his “masterpiece.”

#smut #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #todoroki touya #dabi #mha x reader #bnha x reader #x fem!reader #x black!reader #been working on this for a while

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sluttywonwoo · 10 months

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San going on that variety show to babysit little kids has been causing me so much brainrot

Like, husband San seeing his friends have children only makes him want to put a baby in you even more

“push your legs back more, baby, need the angle to be perfect,” san grunts, urging you to wrap your legs around his waist.

“it hurts,” you complain, face scrunching up in discomfort.

your husband is quick to release your thighs, pulling out completely and cupping your face with both hands as his gaze flits all over your body.

“what is it, angel, what did i do?”

you take a second to catch your breath before answering. “i’m just not that flexible, babe,” you laugh. “i can’t stretch like that.”

san pouts, rubbing your thighs soothingly. “i’m sorry… i just want it to take so bad and i read that if you’re at a certain angle when i cum, it’s more likely—”

“hold on, you want what to take?” you ask, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“you know,” he says, gesturing vaguely with his hands. “it. i want to get you pregnant. i want it to work.”

“why didn’t you just say that outright then? we’ve been talking about it for a while now.”

“i dunno,” he mumbles. “i got shy about it all of the sudden.”

you grin and tuck one of the longer strands of his hair behind his ear. “i didn’t realize you wanted a baby so badly, sannie.”

he sighs. “i didn’t realize it either. i mean, i’ve always wanted kids with you, and we talked about being ready, but then today… seeing hwa’s son with hongjoong’s twins… and seeing you play with them and love on them… it just made me want one of our own even more.”

“really?”

he nods. “really really.”

“you wanna get me pregnant, sannie?”

san whines and buries his head in the crook of your shoulder, hips stuttering against your thigh.

“baby, don’t say things like that,” he hisses.

“why not?”

“b-because,” he whimpers, frantically guiding the head of his cock back inside of you, “because you’ll make me cum! if you’re gonna say that shit at least wait until i’m actually fucking you so it has a chance of working. there would be no point if i jizz all over your pussy instead of in it.”

“you have such a way with words, babe.”

“don’t make fun of me, you’re lucky you’re getting full sentences at this point.”

“you like hearing me talk about you putting a baby in me that much?”

“see, this is what i’m talking about,” san mutters. “not gonna last long at all if you keep that up.”

“that’s okay, we can just go again. i’ll probably need a lot of cum if it’s going to take.”

#answered #anon #ateez smut #atz smut #san smut #choi san smut

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sha-n-dowbannedlol · 25 days

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Wriothesley — and his sudden favoritism

cw: spoilers for wriothesley's story quest, alludes to nsfw but no actual nsfw, lets pretend the Beret Society lounge is somewhere more hidden

an: im so tired and sleepy from uni but my wriothesley brainrot surpasses all human limitations

Wriothesley doesn't do favorites.

You've been aware of that for as long as you've stayed in the Fortress of Meropide. The Duke is just. He treats everyone equally, whether it be guards or prisoners. He'd never be on you as long as you get your job done and stay out of trouble.

That's why you didn't buy his words as you stood by his side, Dougier looking at you with a subtle threatening glare, one that shook you to your core unbeknownst to the Duke.

"You've been spending much time with them, Your Grace," Dougier spoke, his tone friendly, and so was the smile on his face, a demeanor that is foreign to you. "I just can't help but worry. After all, she's part of my precious society."

His words were laced with practiced concern, but you knew it was a thinly-veiled threat. Don't you dare blabber to His Grace.

"No need to worry," Wriothesley reassured with a calm tone and a smile, looking over at you, not bothering to hide the suggestive tone of his voice.

"They've just become my favorite, that's all."

Bullshit.

You can see the strained smile on Dougier's face as he said that, and you were powerless against these authoritative figures. One slip-up and you'll be censured by Dougier, and who knows what His Grace would do if he's the one you pissed off?

It was evident to you and Doougier what Wriothesley wanted from you, but neither you nor Dougier could ever hope to go against the Duke. Dougier isn't quite ready for that just yet.

"You don't mind, do you?" Wriothesley added, not even bothering to hide his threatening tone, and Dougier had no choice but to shake his head no.

"Good." Wriothesley seemed pleased with that, turning to face you with a smile on his face, his fingers brushing against your arm, tapping a pattern against your skin before whispering an "I'll see you around," loud enough for Dougier to hear, leaning back and his eyes meeting yours as if waiting for your response.

You only stare back at him, unsure of what to think about the sudden turn of events, and sensing that he wouldn't get a response, the Duke then turns to leave.

Ever since that day, much to Dougier's annoyance, he can no longer keep you in the abandoned zone that he has transformed into his base. Not with the Duke popping up randomly in the Beret Society lounge to ask for you every time.

And so, whenever Wriothesley graced your presence, his focus seemed to be effortlessly drawn toward you, his intentions leaving no room for subtlety even in the company of the other members—actors that Dougier planted to keep up the facade of the Society.

While you didn't necessarily feel uncomfortable, a twinge of curiosity tugged at the corners of your mind; so many questions often danced in your thoughts, like a hidden undercurrent beneath calm waters weaving its way through your mind as you pondered the enigma that is the Administrator of the Fortress of Meropide.

Wriothesley doesn't do favorites.

Wriothesley wouldn't just randomly start flirting with one of the inmates, knowing full well the power imbalance between them.

Surely, he doesn't want to get in your pants that badly?

This went on for a few days, Wriothesley would pop up, and you'd be there with some random member Dougier likely had tasked to ensure you wouldn't be spilling the beans to the Duke.

Until one day, surprisingly, there wasn't anyone else.

Still, the camera behind you was more than enough to keep you glued to the couch as Wriothesley enters.

The lounge lay silent, its once bustling atmosphere now empty, save for Wriothesley and yourself. His piercing gaze sweeps across the room, a mix of curiosity and anticipation filling the air.

"No one else today?" he muses, his voice laced with a hint of intrigue.

"No, no one else," you confirm, your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest. You clear your throat, feeling the weight of the Duke's undivided attention fixed upon you.

"Finally, our lucky day, huh?"

His words hang in the air, and before you can even respond, Wriothesley seizes the opportunity without hesitation.

In one swift motion, he lunges towards you, catching you off guard. Your body is pressed against the soft cushions of the couch while he looms above you, his presence consuming every inch of your being. His arms encircle you, caging you in a position that renders you breathless as you look up at him in surprise.

"I've seen the way you look at me," Wriothesley purred, his voice a seductive melody sending shivers down your spine. The raw desire in his tone leaves no room for doubt, and you find yourself rendered speechless, your widened eyes locked with his.

As he starts to lean closer, a sharp intake of breath escapes your lips, swallowing thickly, your heart threatening to pound out of your chest. The gentle caress of his lips against the delicate curve of your ear sends a tingling sensation coursing through your body, awakening every nerve. His voice, a velvet whisper, dances across your senses, but his words make your eyes snap open, pulling you out of your fantasy.

"Does it have a microphone?" He asks, his question delivered with a hushed tone that matches the closeness of his presence. The warmth of his breath grazes against your skin, leaving a trail of anticipation in its wake. Sensing your confusion at his question, he then added.

"The camera." He whispers, and you are even more surprised he was aware of it. "Does it have a microphone?"

"No... no, it doesn't." You whisper back,

"Can it see us right now?" He asks, voice much louder this time,

"Not fully, no." You respond, "Only you hunched over me, probably."

"Is he watching right now?"

"Y-Your Grace... I..."

"Dougier." Wriothesley's tone is more firm, "Is he watching right now?"

"He always is,"

A subtle shift in his position brings his nose tantalizingly close to the delicate expanse of your neck. His warm breath creates a delicate dance against your skin, refraining from making direct contact.

"Is this okay?" he murmurs against your skin, his voice laced with a hint of concern. The question hangs in the air, causing you to inhale sharply, the sensation of his warm breath against your neck sending a shiver down your spine.

"Your Grace.... I don't understand..."

"I apologize for my behavior the past week." Wriothesley's tone is genuine as he apologizes, pulling away just enough for his icy gaze to meet yours. "I couldn't think of a way to talk to you while making sure Dougier wouldn't butt in halfway through."

He pulls back even more, his thighs now straddling your hips. His hands gracefully find their way to his tie, fingers deftly tugging at the fabric as he deliberately makes a show of loosening it. The tie slips from his grasp, cascading down to the floor, as his eyes remain locked with yours.

He dives back in, his face inches away from yours, and his warm breath dances along the surface of your skin, deliberately fooling Dougier from the other end of the camera, making him think that something is going on.

"As I said, I've seen the way you look at me," He repeats that phrase once again, shifting his position on top of you.

"You're always looking at me like there's something you wish to say, but you keep hesitating. Upon further investigation, I've noticed your gaze intensifies whenever Dougier is near you, but so does the fear in your eyes."

Your breath gets caught in your throat at his words, staring at him with a mix of surprise and amazement. You've been having thoughts of blowing Dougier's cover time and time again. You frequently see the Duke walking around the Fortress, and every time you do, you have the urge to approach him and just tell him what's been going on.

But you've always had your reservations. Dougier has some of the guards in his pockets, and Wriothesley supports the Beret Society, doesn't he? What if he doesn't believe you and tells Dougier about your attempts?

Just the thought of being caught and censured is enough to keep you to yourself, mouth shut tight like an obedient dog at Dougier's heel, looking longingly at the one person who can put a stop to your suffering and that of many others.

Unbeknownst to you, with every fleeting glance you cast upon Wriothesley, his icy gaze would return yours, a silent confusion and curiosity etched upon his face.

He wondered why your eyes carry an unspoken weight of perpetual struggle, as if drowning in an unseen tide. And he felt an inexplicable pull to extend a lifeline, offer solace, and rescue from the depths in which you've found yourself in.

Which brought you to your position now.

"I tried to send you subtle signs, waiting for you to approach me.." Wriothesley trails off before chuckling and shaking his head in light amusement. You blink at his words, that fateful day flashing back in your mind. The warmth of his hand against the skin of your arm, his fingers tapping against your skin. You hadn't noticed it then, but you do now.

Three short taps. Three long taps. Three short taps.

SOS

The look of bewilderment is obvious from the way your eyes widened. He'd been planning this from the start.

"I thought of taking you to talk in my office, but Dougier might get suspicious," he adds, his body shifting once again to keep up the act of something intimate happening. "Eventually, I knew I couldn't leave you to your own anymore."

Your gaze remains locked with his, and his own looks back at you with a mix of determination and warmth, wanting to reassure you and show you his determination at the same time.

"Tell me what's going on." He whispers, but his voice isn't a command. It was soft, still firm, but more on trying to reassure you than command you to do anything.

"Tell me everything, and I'll do all I can for you."

You find yourself gazing upwards, immersed in the shadowy depths, your eyes fixated on Wriothesley's figure. From the murky abyss, a hand stretches towards you, a lifeline amidst the suffocating darkness, beckoning you to resurface and breathe freely once more.

Yet, a hesitant pause lingers. Uncertainty clings to your heart like a fragile, delicate whisper that holds you captive, urging you to pause and consider the consequences.

Wriothesley, ever perceptive, notices your hesitance. He understands, all too well, that you can't save those who do not wish to be saved. Yet, he refuses to let go. With determination, he fights against the current, reaching out desperately, unwilling to let you slip through his fingers and deeper into the abyss.

"Tell me what it is that you're terrified of.." Wriothesely urges.

"No matter what or who it is, they will no longer be able to hurt you. I swear to you, on my name and honor as the Duke."

And finally, Wriothesley watches as with a trembling hand, you reach out to grasp his, intertwining your fingers, releasing the weight that had burdened your shoulders for far too long. It is as if he had lifted the weight of the world from your very being

He ignores the way his heart flutters at the sight of relief in your gaze, the edges of your lips turning up to a genuine, relieved smile, taking a deep breath before you spoke.

"The Beret Society... Dougier... it isn't what it seems to be."

Finally, you poured your heart out to him, telling him what's been happening under his nose.

#wriothesely x reader #genshin wriothesley #wriothesley #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin impact

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kopivie · 6 months

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finding out that wriothesley's constellation is cerberus doesn't help my brainrot about this au that the anon suggested either...

wriothesley as "hades", the terrifying duke of meropide. no one actually knows his name -- wriothesley is but a whisper on the lips of the exceptionally brave (or amazingly stupid) who dare to try and say his name out loud. he has many names, so people often refer to this unseen duke with several names. ("aidoneus", "ditis pater", "orcus", etc.)

wriothesley likely happens across you and your oddly placed flower shop during one of his trips to the overworld. sigewinne had asked for a souvenir from the overworld, so he stopped by the coffee shop for some tea for himself and stepped inside your store right after. it's weird that such a fragrant store would be next to a coffee shop, but the scent of the flowers was so pure -- it was as if the coffee shop didn't exist when he stepped in. the flowers were mesmerizing to him. but what was even more mesmerizing was you, the flower shop owner who stumbled out of the door upon realizing that you had a visitor.

the flowers seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when you entered the room. perhaps it's due to the dendro vision that's dangling from the chain on your neck? whatever the case is, the entire world becomes static as wriothesley becomes fixated on you.

i'm a little scattered rn since my attention has been pretty fixed all day, but i'm thinking so hard about this, like...

wriothesley wants you in a way that is so dangerous. he wants you so badly, he's kind of scaring himself. he's no idiot -- if he's scaring himself, then he's sure to scare you. so he approaches you slowly, all the while feeding you hints that you should return to the underworld (the fortress of meropide) with him. he knows that you wouldn't do too well down there with the lack of sunlight and flowers, but he can work around that. he'll make it work. he has to. he will.

but maybe after courting you for so long, you still refuse to go. after all that? after all the effort he's put in to keep you in the dark about his desires? maybe after all that, he kinda blanks out. you fall asleep in your little apartment illuminated by moonlight, but awake in the fortress of meropide.

there's no map, no directions, no friendly faces, no stars to guide your path. just the stench of ozone and wriothesley, who insists that you'll be happy here. he'll make you happy here. he promises.

#[ 🌱 — blah blah. ]#wriothesley x reader #good heavens.#ALRIGHT ADDING THAT TO THE FIC LIST #GOOD GRAVY

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sleepysnk · 1 year

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a/n: this is the official part three of my mini series? idk, but i decided to make another part because i was having serious hanma brainrot! i hope you all enjoy 🫶🏻

pairings: hanma shuji x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, college au, nsfw, smut, hanma is reader’s older brothers best friend, car sex, praising, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of pet names (baby, babydoll), creampie, breeding kink, choking, small mention of spanking.

part one + part two.

best you had ft. hanma shuji

“Stay the fuck away from my sister.”

Hanma recalled that day like it had happened just a few hours prior. He can remember every single detail of your brother’s angry face when he caught the two of you fucking in your bedroom at his birthday party. Hanma didn’t mean for the two of you to get caught, but you were both too caught up in your bliss to even think about letting up and pausing. It was just too good for either of you to stop.

He was ordered by your brother to completely sever all ties with you.

Hanma tried his best to plead his case. He claimed that it was the only time you had hooked up, which was a complete lie, but your brother didn’t care. He was furious with not just Hanma, but with you as well. You got an ear full from your sibling the second Hanma had left the house. Your brother had spouted so much crap about not messing with his friends, and he thought you had learned that the second you had arrived at university. It was so bad, your brother didn’t speak to you for almost three weeks. The only time you communicated was when you would go home from college to see your parents.

Hanma’s friendship with your brother had been completely tarnished. He knew this was a fact when he saw that your sibling had completely blocked him on every known social media he had him on. He also refused to speak with him in person and slammed the door in his face when he made attempts to talk.

He was annoyed. They had been friends since they were teenagers, but he couldn’t lie, Hanma wouldn’t be sure if he could ever forgive his friend if he banged his sister at his birthday party.

You honestly believed that you wouldn’t see Hanma again. Any time you crossed paths, Hanma wouldn’t say anything. He’d just glance at you and keep walking. You assumed that he was fulfilling the wish your brother had desired him to grant. However, you thought it was complete bullshit. You were allowed to fuck around with whoever you wanted. It wasn’t your brother’s business either. Though, in some aspects, it could be considered his business since Hanma was his best friend.

But, knowing Hanma, he wasn’t gonna let you slip out of his grasp that easily.

In all honesty, you weren’t that surprised that he had eventually reached out to you a few weeks after the incident at your brother's birthday.

You were shocked when Hanma had pulled you into the backseat and buried his cock inside you.

It was supposed to be a regular conversation. He wanted to clear up everything and talk with you about the whole situation. It had been a while since he had actually sat down and spoke with you one on one. However, his intentions went in the opposite direction as soon as you sat down in his passenger seat. Everything he fucking adored about you was sitting right in front of him.

Fucking you was like taking in a fresh breath of air. He could never get enough and every time he thrusted he only craved more.

He had his parked in an empty lot. It was the dead of night and the streets were a ghost town except for the two of you. He didn’t give a single fuck if someone had came by. He missed you. Oh my God, he missed you so fucking bad. Your pretty body was like a treasure he wanted to selfishly keep to himself.

You were sitting on top of him. Hanma’s hands were exploring and dragging along every curvature on your body. His cock was bullying your walls and hitting that spot that made your brain turn into fog. You didn’t know you needed him that badly. It wasn’t until he pushed his dick inside you that you realized how much you craved this man and his touch. Nobody else compared to what Hanma did for you. He fucked you better than anybody else.

Fuck, he knew how soaked you were. Every time he rutted his hips, your pussy squelched and made sopping noises. It turned him on so much. He knew you were desperate for him, but he didn’t think it was that bad.

Your foreheads were against one another. The car had become quite feverish since the two of you started. Sweat dripped from Hanma’s body from the heat, and a layer of fog had covered the windows beside you. That didn’t stop him from giving you the absolute time of your life. “Fuck.. missed this pussy so much, baby.” he trailed one of his hands down your waist towards your hip. “You miss me too, hm? I think you did, princess..”

Your fingernails sank into the skin of his shoulder. All you felt was pure ecstasy from his pace. You couldn’t lie, you missed Hanma more than anything. “Yes! ‘Missed you so much, Hanma..” you whined, looking into his golden eyes that you could get lost in.

Punishment squeezed the flesh of your hip, while sin had wrapped around your throat. He never got tired of how gorgeous you appeared before him whenever he had you like this. Your glossy lips, hazy eyes, he could film this shit forever and replay it like it was a movie and he’d still find things to enjoy. How could he not though? There was so much about you that he thought was beautiful.

Hanma hissed when your walls spasmed around his cock. That had to be your second orgasm since the two of you had gotten started. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to stop. “Shiiitt, yeah that’s it, babydoll. You love this cock, yeah? Does it feel good?” he cooed, wrapping his arm around your waist to bring you closer to him.

You whined at his dirty talk. His voice was sending waves of pleasure throughout your body, earning many trembled from you. “H-Hanma! It’s so good.. fuck..” your eyes rolled backwards behind your lids.

Hanma’s hand trailed down your backside, drawing random shapes into your spine. He knew you were overstimulated and drawing near your limit, but he thought that was the hottest thing ever. He missed you way too much to even think about halting his movements inside you. He needed you more than anything else. “I know, baby, I know..” he smooched your plump lips, beginning to quicken his assault on your tired cunt.

Your moans and cries of pleasure began to increase in volume.

That was the best part of fucking in the backseat of his car. You could be as loud and as messy as you pleased and there would be zero interruptions.

Hanma’s high was on the way. His cock was twitching inside you, and his balls were starting to tighten up. All he could think about was filling you up nice and full with his cum. The thoughts alone consumed him. He could only smirk devilishly at the ideas inside his brain. Just imagining you going back home with his cum in your womb, possibly leaking down the plush of your thighs. If he wanted to do some damage, he’d send you home to your older brother. A little message to let him know his promise went unfulfilled, and he was going to have to deal with it.

He quickly shifted around so he had a better angle to hit the spots that made you fall apart. He used both of his hands to hold your hips into place while he started relentlessly fucking himself into you. Your jaw went slack and all you could do was take it. It was so fucking intense you swore the wind was knocked out of you. Your vision was blurred and white stars scattered through your eyes whenever his tip kissed at your g-spot.

Your pussy was making such a huge mess on his cock. A creamy white ring had circled around his dick from how wet you were. He was impressed. He completely underestimated what he was able to do to you with just a few thrusts.

Hanma pulled you close as his orgasm started hurtling towards him. He gritted his teeth from the intensity of the situation before him. There was no fucking way he was going to leave you alone after this. He wanted you. No, he fucking needed you with him. He didn’t give a shit about anybody else but you. Nobody was going to get between that.

He smacked your ass as he bounced you on his cock. He was so ready to let go. He just couldn’t help himself anymore. “Really thought your shit brother was gonna keep me away from you and – fuck – this pussy? Nah.. this is all mine, babydoll. It’d take the world ending to keep me away from you..” he made you look at him as he spoke, staring directly into your cloudy eyes.

Hanma then gasped when his climax washed over him. Hot, thick white spurts of his cum filled your pussy and covered your walls with cream. He held your hips down on his cock to make sure none of it slipped out. You whimpered at the sensation of warmth that had filled your abdomen. God, he drove you fucking insane, and you only wanted more.

He dragged his lips along your lips and the tip of your nose, then up towards your forehead where he left several kisses on your sweaty skin.

You slumped against his chest, letting your eyes fall shut for a brief moment. The soft music that played in the background filled your ears, but you completely tuned it out the second you lied against him. You were exhausted. You went beyond your limits and even Hanma was aware of that. However, he was in no rush to send you away. He wanted to lay with you just like this.

Maybe he could finally accept that the swell in his chest wasn’t just from having sex, but from the overwhelming feelings he had for you.

#summer speaks #Tokyo Revengers #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x you #hanma shuji #hanma shuji x y/n #hanma shuji x you #hanma shuji x reader #hanma #hanma x reader #hanma x you #hanma x y/n #hanma smut #anime fanfic #anime fanfiction

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kunikuma · 8 months

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OKOK LISTEN I'M LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH AN ASSASSIN SCARA AU THE BRAINROT IS KILLING MEE

okay like. imagine reader and scara are both assassins. both despise each other since they're always competitive about their job, like they both are the best in the department. and most of the time reader and scara get paired up together since they're the best (im so sorry for the repetitive words eng is not my first lang💔) aand they always find literally ANYTHING to argue about . like yk.

AAAND what i want to ask a fic abt is when reader gets really badly injured on a mission undercover and what scara will do if that happens. thanks!

til my hands are stained crimson // assassin!scaramouche

content | ... it's not... fluff. like, what's between fluff and smut? normal?? cw | swearing, blood, murder, injuries (reader), yandere vibes, suggestive at one point a/n | sorry this took so long! pls don't apologize for the repetitive words. i didn't even notice! i went down a little more serious, violent, and kinda... yan!scara route on this one. hope this doesn't make you ick! id say he’s more obsessive here bc he’s maaaad with anger, but im delulu enough to say it’s bc he loves you ❤️

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Scaramouche | The Balladeer Rank: Harbinger (06) Proficiencies: Close combat. Utilizes bladed weapons, but proficient with all weapons within weap. bay. Best suited for single-target assignments. Teamwork: Prefers solo work, but works well with Sherpa - Fatui Databank

Occasionally, the assassin with the midnight hair would find himself at your side, assigned to complete a more strenuous mission given by the Director.

Disdain. Annoyance.

Typical emotions the man would feel when the Director hands him two manila envelopes, only to promptly inform him to hand the second one to you. When the shorter man would click his tongue, the Director would take that sign as the green light to leave the brooding male in his quarters to start preparations.

Did the Director not trust him to complete these missions without you?

Aggravating.

'Sherpa' was your codename. When he had snorted and asked about it when you first introduced yourself to him, you laughed and shrugged. He felt his heart stop when you continued, citing a ‘random codename generator’ from the internet.

That was when he internally ripped his hair out because splendid, another clown that’s just going to wind up dead in Dottore’s morgue’.

It was so… edgy? Childish, too. Irritating to see it on a sheet of paper under his name.

At this point in the game, the Balladeer knew to never get close to partners, especially if they were the occasional ones like you’d be. In this line of work, he kept interactions business-only. When you offered your real name, he waved you off and said he’d never use it.

So far, he's kept true to his word.

You were a senior assassin; the highest rank a recruit could earn before becoming an actual Harbinger in the organization. Only eleven individuals held the title of Harbinger, Scaramouche being one of them. Til' one of them dies, you were stuck right below him, where you should be; he’d gleefully muse about that in his quarters late at night. Granted, the eighth seat was open, but the Director had yet to advertise promotions for that highly sought-after spot.

One evening, Scaramouche saw you near the weapons bay, mulling over a stack of papers that housed your most recent assignment. Thanks to the cherry hue faintly reflecting off of your face, he could tell this was a critical job of utmost importance. So critical that a Harbinger like himself should be handling it, as documents with a red banner are usually restricted to Harbinger-level agents. He furrowed his brows and increased his pace as he approached you, his boots echoing in the corridor.

“Give.”

He holds out his delicate, unstained hands in front of you, his fingers curling in and out to emphasize his demand. You snorted before moving the papers further away from his grasp, coyly pressing the papers against your lips. Before he could demand one more time, you tsk at him with a smirk.

With an annoyingly sweet voice, you sing, “Balladeer, if I show you my assignment, you’re just going to kill them before me,” you remind him with a twinge of irritation. “And I certainly need all the points I can get for my next promotion, don’t you think?”

You slid the packet back into the envelope and tucked it under your arm, staring at him with a shit-eating grin because you were right.

The last time you excitedly shared a higher-ranked target, Scaramouche found himself irate. Annoyed that you were given a mission yet he was stuck at his desk. The only time he got to go out recently was with you. So, he requested to see your contract under the guise of giving you advice. When you arrived at the location, you were infuriated to find the police had already cleaned up the crime scene and you were labeled as a suspect since you were at an investigation site. Arriving back at headquarters, you chewed him out for doing your job, accusing him of not trusting you to complete harder work.

The Balladeer could only imagine that the Director needed someone skilled enough to stand a chance against a critical target, but did not want to risk losing yet another Harbinger, which is how the packet of information landed in your hands.

He scowls, folding his arms against his chest. The various buckles on his top dug into his skin as he stood there, staring down at you on the bench. By the crease in his brow and the way he chewed on his lower lip, you had an inkling that he wasn’t entirely feigning irritation to keep up masks.

Theoretically, he held a high enough rank to dig for your assignment in the data logs, but that was too much work. Plus, you’d be both livid and accuse him of being obsessed with you in a way that is entirely false.

Upon seeing his face, you chuckle and poke at his stomach as you rise, “Don’t worry too much. It’s a reconnaissance mission. I’m only supposed to spy on him,” you reassure him. Wryly, you murmur, “You’re always assuming you need to kill–“

“–you’re forgetting our job title–“

You laugh and start for the weapons rack. “If I didn’t know better Balladeer,” your voice becomes sickly sweet as you tap your chin with a facetious, inquisitive look. Said man’s neck erupts in goosebumps at the sight of you and the sound of your voice, “You sound worried for little ole me.”

When a grin blooms on your face, Scaramouche scoffs, pointing his nose to the ceiling. He clenches his teeth and breathes, “Me? Concerned about you? You think you’re worthy of taking up space in my mind?” The man sneers and turns away, beginning his trek to his quarters, “How bold yet foolish of you, Sherpa.”

As he strolled away, you hollered after him, “I’m leaving tonight! I should be back in three days, tops.” Scaramouche refrained from turning, only to give you a single wave before dropping his hand back down to his side to sway with his strides. He hums, “Don’t get yourself killed.”

You cooed about how Kunikuzushi was growing soft and he sucks at his teeth.

Irritating.

Unknown to quite literally anyone else within these walls, you were on his mind quite often. Two years ago was his first assignment with you and you seared a mark in his brain, marring his unclouded mind with the thoughts of you. They started small though. At the start of the first mission, he either kept silent or stared in response to your useless chatter.

However, the way you pressed your finger against your lips to shush him when he was explaining his plan on the windy rooftops, nudged his shoulder and immediately vaulted over the gaps between rooftops did something to him. He angrily lunged after you, only to see you plummet from the buildings to break your fall on the unsuspecting target as you sunk a blade into his neck.

He was… intrigued, to say the least.

Regrettably, your audacity to shush a Harbinger, touch him, and bolt to secure a kill stuck with him. Most recently, your audacity only continued to rear its interestingly aggravating face when he was assigned an infiltration mission with you as the lead. In order to get close to the target, the two of you attended a highbrow party with you charming your way to the top floor.

Throughout the night, the Balladeer kept biting down on the pink muscle in his mouth every time your hands trailed across the backs of suited men or when you’d grasp a woman’s hand to press it against your lips. When he found himself digging his nails so hard into his palms he drew blood, he hastily wiped them on a handkerchief and told himself to fucking focus.

For some, unexplainable reason, it took extra effort that evening to steady his breathing as he waited in the shadows of the room as he watched you climb onto the lap of the seated CEO. You gingerly placed your hands near the disgusting pig’s collarbones, leaving plenty of space for Scaramouche to gleefully drag his dagger across the exposed skin.

He wanted to lunge seconds earlier than his plan dictated when he watched a foul hand land on the meat of your thigh. As soon as you convinced the man to spill his secrets, you lifted the man’s chin with a finger, exposing the CEO’s neck to you and, unbeknownst to the idiot, Scaramouche. That was his cue and he was a tad bit too pleased in that evening’s kill. His only true regret from that night was the fact he could not see the look in the man’s eyes before he ripped his mortality from him.

Later, when he saw you fake gagged and wiped your hands on your clothes once the lithe assassin slit the CEO’s throat in his office, he felt the tension in his jaw dissipate; a small, relaxed smile tugged at his face. When the man slumped over on his seat, Scaramouche silently wiped his blade on the cloth in his pocket; he peered at you and muttered how you were so slow and didn’t need to seduce the fool for as long as you did.

‘Inefficient.’

He recalled himself critiquing you. In the corner of his eye, you stuck your tongue out at him and flicked him off as you tucked away your own blade.

You were frustratingly good at your job; so he loved nitpicking your performances. He could not deny you had a high success rate, especially if the two of you were paired together. If the Director needed a job to go without a hitch, he would look towards the Harbinger and yourself. These missions would be successful, but they were not any less of a pain because of the bickering of strategies and your penchant for making the midnight-haired man seethe at the sight of you charming your victims.

Scaramouche would personally vouch for your promotion to bring something fresh to the Fatui as the new eighth, but he would vehemently demand the Director to keep the Balladeer-certified endorsement under wraps.

Back in his chambers, the Harbinger lays in his bed. Harbingers were provided quite nice lodgings, something you frequently bitched about when you’d peer into his bedroom.

Thoughts about your bold personality and approach trailed into more… personal thoughts, especially when you were away doing solo work.

No, nothing like that. He’d find himself wondering about.. you.

Primarily your well-being, considering the line of work, but he’d stop himself before he thought too hard. To become attached in this line of field was a foolish decision.

He closes his eyes.

He was no fool.

He was no fool, is what he repeated to himself as he stormed through the cold halls of headquarters, his stomach sinking with each stomp of his boots on the tiled floors. You had said three days tops, yet when no one heard a thing from you on the evening of the fourth day, Scaramouche nearly screamed at some recruits to survey your last known location.

Two additional days on top of your three. That’s how long it took for you to return to headquarters and how long it took for a recruit to hesitantly inform him. Scaramouche slammed his papers onto his wooden desk and shoved the poor recruit aside, heading to the med bay to access you for himself. Each step in the cool hallways did little to chill the rage boiling under the surface.

Oh, he was livid. But he wasn’t sure if he was pissed at you for fucking up and not coming back like you said, or pissed at himself for caring this much.

His footsteps grew quieter the closer he got to the tall doors of the med bay. The last time he was here, he was told to give you an update on a kill you did not successfully complete. He was the one who cleaned up after you and he was very delighted to rub it in your face and rub salt in your wounds.

That was over a year ago and you had not had a failed mission since.

Today was different. He did not feel that same glee.

How bad were you that you could not bring yourself home?

He stops at the looming metal doors of the infirmary. Inside, he could hear the sounds of beeps and quiet mutterings. Taking a deep breath, he shoves the doors open and steps inside. Scaramouche squints as he adjusts his eyes to the blindingly white lights, his eyes darting around to find you. In the back corner, he sees a familiar coworker examining your wounds. He bites his tongue and moves to join.

“Move!” He barks at the light-haired man with a mask, pushing him away from your side. A loud laugh erupts from him after a pause.

“Oh? Balladeer? What a pleasure it is to see you here.” Dottore smirks as he flicks his finger against a needle and syringe, a clear liquid squirting from the tip of the metal. The doctor hums as he injects the liquid into your IV. Another day in paradise for that freak.

Scaramouche’s eyes narrow at first, but his eyes focus in on your form as you stir awake. You had a bandage wrapped around your head with a thick gauze at the side of it, crimson seeping through the white cotton. Another one covered your eye, but he could see a bit of darkness around the uncovered one. Black eye? Your arms were in wraps and pressed to your stomach. Cuts and miscolored bruises littered your body though.

Each time his frantic eyes found a new wound, no matter how small, the fear from earlier evaporates into nothing. Ire takes its place, brewing and boiling stronger with each passing second. His hands flex open and closed as he just stands at the side of your bed-

Before Scaramouche could jab back at the psycho of a doctor to demand details, you groan, and he flinches.

“Balladeer?” You exhale sharply, your voice hoarse from exertion. You wince at the pain as you turn your head to face him. The shorter male gives you a scornful look as he steps closer to your side.

“You’re an idiot. How did you manage to fuck up this badly? Don’t tell me a Mitachurl bested you,” he breathes, staring at the way your chest struggles to effortlessly laugh at his insult. The fact you only weakly smile at him only made his stomach plummet to the floor.

The Dottore inches away from him and hallowly laughs as he leans against the other bed; “The Sherpa simply isn’t up to combat standards to win against the Traveler. But we knew this, didn’t we?” The tall man in the room folds his arms as he ignores the tense air in the room, “Disappointing. The target also managed to get away after decommissioning one of our best recruits. Subpar results, wouldn’t you agree, Balladeer?”

Traveler.

The Balladeer’s stomach nearly drops to the fucking floor when he hears the notorious codename echo in his skull.

The growing smirk on the doctor’s face tore Scaramouche’s attention away from your bloody visage as he glowers. The sharp teeth Dottore bared at him made him hesitate before steeling himself, “Leave,” he seethed, blocking your body from the doctor’s gaze as he stepped closer to your body, gingerly grabbing your arm to examine your wounds.

A quirked brow is the only physical response the assassin earns.

After a few painful seconds of rhythmic beeping from the monitors and unnerving stillness, Dottore clasps his hands together and hums again, turning to depart from the bay. Neither can see his eyes through his mask, but both of you can feel his eyes drilling into Scaramouche’s hardened gaze.

Under the doctor’s breath and away from the two in the room, he sings.

“How uncharacteristic of you.”

The two of you were left in the company of the monitors and too-bright lights of the room. For once, the two of you were silent as he examined your body. You watched him with tired eyes as he carefully unraveled the bandages from your head, giving him a murmur of gratitude when he cleaned your head and provided fresh bandages. The man gives every part of your body a once over, ensuring you are clean from any grime or blood. For the first time since you’ve joined the Fatui, you had never seen Scaramouche so… eerily gentle. But you despised the way he was treating you like fragile glass, as if he believed if he even breathed too suddenly, you’d shatter in his hands.

His touch and care were so gentle. You hated it and missed the way he’d roughly bump into your shoulder during missions with an unapologetic smirk, and the way he’d literally bump into you after your kills to ask about the blood staining your clothes.

Under any other circumstance, you’d swat his arm with embarrassment and fold under the rare opportunity to witness this.

However, each injury he discovered that you sustained only made the heat in his body rise and any level of dry humor he normally held crumble into nothing. His mind flooded with thoughts of his polished blade digging and twisting into the blonde’s chest, to inflict the same pain, except tenfold. Oh, how he'd literally kill to see the look on the Traveler's face.

When his eyes drift back to your exhausted eyes and soft smile, he finally speaks to you as he wills himself to grasp your hand. Before you could find it within yourself to make a little jab and a flirty comment about his touch and finally making the first move, you noticed how his hand seemed to quiver as he grasped it. When you peered up at him, your voice died in your throat as he clumsily thumbed the back of your hand. Hoping to see relief and softness in his eyes, you scrutinized his expression.

…only to be greeted with a wide-eyed, blank stare.

He wasn’t looking at you; it was like he was looking through you.

The corners of his mouth seemed to twitch; one second frowning, the next second it tugs upwards.

Traveler. Traveler. Traveler.

“The Traveler did this?”

He refocuses his piercing stare as he seethes, his grip on your hand tightens when you narrow your revealed eye to him. Oh, he heard Dottore loud and clear and the name howls in his mind like the winds.

But to hear the name uttered from your lips?

Oh, that would’ve muddied in his brain, swirling your answer to become a saccharine, bloodied order to finish the job you couldn't. It would be the best assignment he'd ever have the pleasure of completing if you ordered him.

Your gentle expression dropped and you sighed in exasperation, “Who do you think?” You bit, your usual attitude shining through. “You think some random shithead would get me this good? Dottore even said the name.”

The Balladeer sneers at your lack of tact in the situation. He clicks his tongue and steps closer to your bedside, “Tell me everything,” he demands, his eyes narrowing at the way you roll your uncovered eye half-heartedly.

“Oh, so you do care?”

At a sharp squeeze of your hand, you yelp and spill the details. With every mention of how your mission seemed to crumble worse and worse, he glowers as it feels like he can hear his heartbeat in his ears. Each time you talk about how your target slammed the hilt of his sword against your skull to disorient and maim you, his scowl deepens.

You were a slippery agent, but when tasked to engage in close-range, marathon-duration combat situations, you were set up for failure. Especially considering the Traveler’s skills. Scaramouche didn’t understand why you didn’t just run; he loved to teasingly call you stupid, but you weren’t that stupid. There must have been a reason for you to stand your ground and take the Traveler on yourself.

When you gingerly gesture at the bloodied wrapping around your abdomen when the Traveler slashed at your core in hopes of enacting the final, killing blow, the Balladeer takes a step back, his spine tingling with the rage clawing at his back. Your hand slipped from his. It felt like his rage’s claws were hot and burned against his skin.

“–and yeah that’s how I got found at the tree,” you finish with a sigh, giving him a weak thumbs up.

However, your smile did little to quell the devil cooing on his shoulder. If anything, your sheepish sign of reassurance snapped something within him.

The deep part of him was a dark room in his mind. When nearing the final blow, it was like he was strolling closer to that dark room’s door in his psyche. When someone's life dripped onto his hands and trickled down his arms, it was almost as if he’d peek into the pitch-black space, smile, and revel in the moment, only to turn around and shut the door for another day.

At this moment, it felt like he had bolted into the room and he had locked himself in.

This time around, he didn’t feel like leaving the darkness quite yet.

With his fists firmly planted at his sides, he digs his nails into his palms and pierces his skin, letting himself sink into the cold embrace of the demon urging him to—

“I’ll kill him,” he breathes out, his eyes landing on yours. Yours widened in response before a quirked brow met his eyes.

Typically, the Balladeer’s eyes were a pretty shade of amethyst that sparkled when the sun shone. Right now, they seemed almost soulless, akin to the eleventh’s. Wide eyes with a heavy hand of bloodlust and rage flickered within them. A solidified smile seemed to tug at the corners of his lips when your confused stare greeted him. The twitched, alternating frowns and smiles from earlier seemed to be gone; the Balladeer decided on which emotion to embrace.

“I’m alive, Kunikuzushi,” you use his real name, hoping to bring out the crystalline lavender back into his irises, “the Director will decide when it’s time to-”

Suddenly, he snatches your hand into his again, the death grip making you release an embarrassing whine of pain before you cussed him out, “You-! Kunikuzushi-!”

His eyes darted, looking at every reminder of your pain on your body as he seethed again, that crazed twinkle in his eye shutting you up real good. He lets out a shaky inhale with a stuttered laugh, placing his hand above the frame of your bed to lean over you. The assassin plays with your fingers with his own, inching closer to your face. When your breath hitches at his proximity, he chuckles unsteadily, “Don't worry, y/n.”

His trembling breathing sounded a little too loud in your ear as the air feathers past your lobe. He drops your digits and your hand lamely hits the mattress at your side. You jerk when he whispers breathlessly against your ear, the low timbre of his tone sending shivers up and down your body.

“I’ll fucking kill him myself.”

He quickly stands back and turns with a flourish, but he turns his head to stare at you. The Balladeer’s gaze seemed to completely lose its luster and your mouth clamped at seeing him. It was like you lost Kunikuzushi to the Balladeer. He starts to quietly giggle before it erupts into a full-blown, deranged laugh, “I’ll gut him! I’ll find him and slit his throat; I won’t stop til my hands are stained crimson with his blood,” Scaramouche gasps and rambles, staring down at you with cold eyes you’ve never seen before, even after his most rewarding slaughter.

You remained silent.

At your silence, he storms out of the room, his shoes loudly echoing in sync with your monitor’s beeping, leaving you alone in the cold bay.

It was… weirdly comforting to know you had someone like the Balladeer on your side. While his most recent display was admittedly a little offputting, it was.. sweet in a fucked up, Scaramouche kind of way. Your head throbbed at the thought of piecing together what just happened.

For now, you rest.

Later, the Director found himself at his desk, eyeing the pile of yellowed envelopes. Your return sparked a lot of activity and chatter within the headquarters, specifically about how a senior assassin was bested so one-sidedly by the notorious Traveler. Interestingly enough, the warm yellow envelope was supposed to be returned to his desk for reassignment.

It was declared missing earlier that evening.

#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi x y/n #yandere scaramouche #yandere scaramouche x reader #genshin impact #wanderer x reader #wanderer x y/n #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #wanderer #kunikuma’s mail #kunikuma’s fics

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vex91 · 4 months

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Ahn Yujin - Race

Pairing: Ahn Yujin x Female Reader (Racer AU)

Fandom: IZ*ONE / IVE

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: where yujin is a racer and she race in nights like everybody bet their car and she and yn is from different groups maybe rival groups so yujin say things like she can't beat me and she loses then have a crush on yn idk fluff at the end maybe.

Summary: You and Yujin were two of the best racers on the streets, everyone knew about your little rivalry. During one of the races Yujin proposes a small simple bet.

A/N: Racer Yujin is my new brainrot thanks to you anon😍

3rd's POV

The smell of dust and burned asphalt was something Yujin was used to by now. Night races became her whole life ever since she was 18. She got her first car from her parents and her best friend quickly introduced her to the adrenaline that these races provided and before she knew it she was one of the best racers there. In her eyes she was the best one but some people would disagree because they thought the best one was you. Yujin hated that, she knew that if she had a chance then she would be able to show everyone who really was the best there by beating you but unfortunately for her you two never managed to race against each other.

It was surprising since not even you two knew why you never competed against each other, everytime she raced your group put out someone else to the race and vice versa but one night it did indeed happened. When the word about you two racing got out everyone started talking about it for days, everyone was excited to finally see you two racing against each other.

On the night of the race Yujin was leaning against her car as she observed you carefully chatting with your group member, Yizhuo. She felt confident about her victory and it showed in a way she held herself. One of her group members Gaeul walked over to her "Hey hoe about you go and bet something with her before someone else will? Her car would be nice in our collection" Yujin eyed the older girl before nodding and pushing herself forward, making her way towards you. Seeing her Yizhuo quickly left, confused you turned around just to stand face to face with Yujin.

Well nearly face to face since she was much taller than you so you had to look up a little.

"Hi there" She greeted you, a sly smirk on her face that you wanted to wipe off so badly. The confident aura around her made you more determined to win the race "Do you need anything unnie" For some reason the way you called her unnie made her feel something and actually threw her off for a second before she came back to her confident self "I just wanted to make a small bet, that's all" You nodded and told her to continue "I was thinking, if I win then you'll go on a date with me" Your eyes widened at her proposition, you were expecting her to say that she wanted your car to show off as a trophy. You still accepted it.

"Okay but if I win then you'll give me thid jacket of yours" You patted her shoulder and Yujin looked at the jacket "Okay fair" She shook your hand and pulled you closer, your faces inches away "Don't be late for our date love" She whispered before pulling away and leaving you standing alone, still processing everything. She was too confident that's for sure.

To a lot of people's surprise, especially Yujin's you ended up winning. It was a surprise because during the race you were at the very end but just before the finish line you sped up and passed everyone by in mere seconds, taking Yujin's win from under her nose. After the race she was setting in her car still in shock over what happened until you came over. She lowered her window and gave you her jacket with a sighed before leaning on her seat. The disappointment evident as she realized how much she overestimate her abilities.

But that disappointment faded pretty quickly after you leaned more into the window and passed her a note "Pick me up tomorrow 6 PM. Don't be late for our date love" and left without another word. The last part was definitely you mocking her but Yujin didn't cared as she looked at the address on the piece of paper.

Maybe this night wasn't so disappointing.

#vex writes #🌙 anon #ive x reader #ive reactions #iz*one x reader #izone x reader #iz*one reactions #izone reactions #ahn yujin x reader #ahn yujin

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frickingnerd · 11 months

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arranged marriage with shoto todoroki

pairing: shoto todoroki x gn!reader

tags: arguing, cold/distant shoto, quirk marriage, crying, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort

a/n: i've never been the biggest shoto fan and then suddenly 💥boom💥 shoto brainrot 🥰

it wasn't a surprise that after his father had married someone for their quirk, shoto would be forced to do the same

neither you or him were fond of the idea of marrying each other, but there wasn't anything you could do to prevent it

while shoto ignored you most of the times, treating you as badly as he could to spite his father, you tried to befriend the boy

if you would have to marry him, you at least wanted to be friends with him

your relationship with each other was rough

you couldn't stand the way he looked at you. those cold eyes of his piercing through you

every moment you were forced to be with him hurt

you were begging your parents to call off the marriage. you even offered to marry any other guy they chose, but they refused

you were stuck with him and over the years, you grew to despise the boy

shoto started to attend UA and that school seemed to change him. he slowly opened up and became friendly

but the damage was already done

you were avoiding him as much as you could, rarely ever speaking to him

you had given up on him, while shoto had just realized how much he messed up with you

he tried to be kinder to you. he often made you visit him at UA, calling you his girlfriend in front of his friends and hoping that if you play the happy couple for long enough, that it'll eventually become true

but you hated it when he played the sweet boyfriend around others. he had been so cruel to you for years and now he was acting like it never happened

eventually, shoto confronted you about it. he asked what he was doing wrong and why you were acting so difficult

the two of you ended up having a huge fight, with you bursting into tears and yelling at the boy

"i was trying to get close to you for years and you treated me like shit! you made me feel so worthless and stupid for even thinking we two could ever–"

you didn't finish your sentence and instead started sobbing uncontrollably

only then shoto realized how much he had really hurt you

he carefully stepped forward and despite you quickly taking a step back, he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tight

"l-let go of me…" you sobbed, but you didn't actually fight back. a part of you wanted to be close to him

"i'm so sorry… i've been horrible to you, y/n" shoto mumbled quietly. "do you think you could forgive me one day..?"

you were quiet for a while, before softly nodding

you weren't ready to say it yet, but you wanted to forgive him

you wanted to be close to him and you wanted to able to have a normal relationship with shoto. one day

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chuuyasfanboy · 5 months

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Just had some random thoughts so pulled up an old blog I never used and am now deciding to write fics! I've had this stuck in my head for two days now but like- Skk as parents... enjoy <3

Wrote three sections! One with Chuuya, one with Dazai, and ofc them together. It can be read from either adopted or blood perspective, I hope? Kind of scattered, I was just goin for it guys

Iffff you liked this, please req something! I'm having major bsd brainrot and I need ideas...

Soukoku as Parents Platonic x Gn!Child!Reader

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The SILLIEST father EVER guys.

For actual years he was fully under the impression he HATED all kids with a passion. I mean guys look at how badly he treated Aku-

Well then he had you and things changed

It's just something about you being his kid, not a subordinate or random kid on the street

He's your dedicated apologist

In fact, he encourages your mischief!

When you were younger, it was a lot harder to handle you. He even found himself on his last fuse sometimes. Usually, he left Atsushi or Yosano to deal with you

He didn't want to revert to old habits and accidentally traumatize you :(

When he can handle himself, though, he's only halfway controlling you-

He's right along with you in the heinous activities half of the time

Hiding Ranpo's candy (for as long as it lasts), misplacing Kunikida's glasses, hell you two have probably snuck into the infirmary and changed the sheets to something very colorful and very childishly wolf themed...

He's not really a mature dad, nonono. But he's doing his best

He fully supports all of your wildest interests, even tries out some of the more entertaining ones

He struggles to act excited when you're younger and all your interests are very out of his range, but as you grow older he's actually a bit intrigued by them sometimes

Best birthday gift ideas, too. He's very creative when he wants to be.

He also has way more money than he should be ALLOWED to have

For your Sweet Sixteen, he most definitely got you an obsessively large custom pinata of your favorite character...

He makes sure EVERYBODY gets you gifts, because you are his world and thus you must be everybody else's as well

He really does try to keep you out of work, and especially away from his suicide biz

Maybe HE doesnt have a reason to live, but he certainly doesnt want you picking up those thoughts, because he knows you have a real big destiny to live up to someday

I mean, what would the world be without you?

When you hit the age of 13 though, its really hard to hide anything from you

You're so scary when you grow up! And you're way too smart!!4

Did you get that from him? oops...

Now, he doesnt have any plans of living that long, but if you do grow big and strong and smart one day, and you join the ADA, he's definitely got some favoritism.

Surprisingly, Fukuzawa actually gives you your first few proper missions with him

(Because he knows Dazai will not be letting any harm come to you, he trusts Dazai with his life and he knows you trust Dazai even more)

If you have different plans for adulthood though, he's still so supportive

If you go to uni, you're going to have to show him off

Why?

Because, guys, he's a dilf

Nobody's gonna be mean to the kid with a dilf father, they all want him

He jokes about it constantly

But rest assured, stupid and immature uni kids are NOT his type, no matter how nice the ones his age look

He's got his eyes set on that waitress and at least four other men at the moment

If you go straight into the workplace instead of uni, he's going to use his connections to get you a good job early!

Fukuzawa has a good way with words and Dazai himself is a pretty good reference contact

Just tell them he's your teacher, or something

It's not like they'll know his hobbies, he's wayyyy too big a mystery for that

Overall: 7/10 dad

A little rough around the edges, but he's trying hard to improve himself for you

And he's trying hard to give you the best life he can offer

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Did I say Dazai was a dilf?

I lied out of my ass.

Chuuya is the real dilf here

But we'll get to that later! (Just know he has plenty of men and women at his feet and they're definitely being way too nice to you because they want him so bad guys)

You're SO SO SO SO spoiled.

UNREASONABLY so

So bad you might even be a little bit of a brat growing up

It's fine, not toward him, he almost never says no to you so theres no need

There's absolutely no amount of money that can't be spent on you.

Luxury clothes, professionally cooked dinners, fancy rooms, home staff, the whole works

Despite all that though, he's insistent you go to a public/private school

He's not tutoring you, wont even hire one

It's not because he CAN'T, it's because he KNOWS how important it is for you to get your sense of independence early

Sure, you'll always have financial support, even if he dies (Trust fund babyyyyy)

But thats not what's actually important to your future

You need social skills, you need friends, you need and education and the taste of disappointment

Dont worry, though, he's not sending you unprepared

You're not eating school lunches unless you want to (but fuck why would you?)

He's sending you to school with top notch food every day

And clothes

And supplies

Plus, you'll have a tutor at the ready for anything you need a little extra help in

But for the most part he keeps as far as he can out of that section of your life

You friends are yours, not his

He's polite when they have sleepovers, and he's more than willing to host parties and hangouts

But he doesn't try too hard to impress them, and he doesn't talk to them unless its related to you

Because as much as he loves being around kids (a real big father he wants to adopt everybody he sees)

He doesn't want to impose on any boundaries YOU may have

As a side note though, he's still very observant of your relationships with them

If he overhears any manipulation, or shit talking (about you or not), he's not going to let it sit and exist

If it comes to it, he will contact the parents (And holy fuck they are TERRIFIED i mean imagine a publicly known MAFIA EXECUTIVE contacting you to tell your kid fucked with his ABSOLUTELY NOT GUYS)

If you're into any extracurriculars, he is ALWAYS there

Even if he's overseas on a mission, he has some lower rank attend and clears his schedule so he can watch through a call

Also guys, he practically funds your school?

Your teachers are terrified to cross you because if they do there will be NO SALARY

You complain about anything that happened? He's fixing it up in any way he can

You are his ANGEL, NOTHING will ruin your day as long as he can prevent it.

When you grow up, your options are very clear in his eyes

Either you go to uni and live independent of the mafia, or you inherit his spot when he dies

If you go for neither, he may be a bit shocked, but he'll hesitantly step back

He'll see how it goes, but he's not very confident at first

If it goes well? Fuck, great! He's always in your corner rooting for you

If it doesn't go so well, you always have him as a backup

He'll always be there to take you back with open arms and give you a second, third, fourth, fifth, etc chance. Always

If you do join the mafia, there will be no low rank experience for you

You're straight to the upper ranks. At first, you'll probably be in a position similar to Akutagawa under Dazai or how he was under Koyo

Direct subordinate, his apprentice, his prodigy

And when he dies, you're next in line for his exec spot

There's not even a worry about your skillset, he knows he's trained you well, ability or no ability.

Finally, back to the dilf topic I've mentioned at the beginning

If you go to uni, he has the same problem Dazai had, but WORSE

Fuck guys, he swears he tries to keep out of your friendships, but suddenly everyone's adults and they wont leave him alone.

It's at this point he stops hosting your events (except birthdays) and separates himself

No way is he getting involved with crazy college kids, no way

Overall: 9/10 father

He's a bit absent in your social circle, but he's your dad and thats that

He screams support from the stands and that's really the best you can ask for in a dad <3

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theyre so pathetic together-

theyre all the entertainment you need growing up

constant bickering (lovingly)

they dont involve you in all that

it comes with them both being in seperate factions, but they BOTH work very hard to keep you out of the professional lives

you're their kid, they dont want you in any of the doublesided danger that could get you in

you're probably a secret to everyone except the ADA and the other mafia

And your existence is on a need-to-know basis for everybody else

Dazai is the more present figure in your life, simply because Chuuya has to be a bit more distant

It's the nature of his line of work, anyone he's seen with is a target, and he doesn't want that to be you

He will be at your schooling events still, though. He will be YELLING AND SHOUTING in the stands

Into sports? Every time theres an unfair play he will cuss the living daylights out of the ref

And they just have to let him because theres nothing they can really do about

Dazais the same way, but with less scare factor and way less vigor

After games, he's going to complain WITH you about how lame the whole thing was if you lost, how everything was judged unfairly

They may not get along the best together, but they love each other and especially love you, so they're improving for you

Read: Chuuya is making them improve for you

Dazai thinks hes the victim in all this!

But oh well, if Chuuya makes him apologize when they argue in front of you, he will

When you're all grown up, they both encourage you to find your own path

You've got the chance, thanks to them, and they dont want you involved in their little wars

It's not like you can join any sides, because who would want to be against your dad :(

So really your only choice is moving out, maybe even away-

If you really do want into their business, they both insist you join the ADA

It's safer there for you, and Chuuya would rather have to order his men to not under any circumstances EVER hurt you, than have to watch someone he can't control put you in danger

Plus, he knows Dazai will keep you in the safest position possible

Overall: 7/10 together

They're a nightmare at dinner, and Dazai is sleeping on the couch almost every night

But they adore you and every move you make, so there's no way you're feeling unloved at all

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