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blitzyn · 2 months

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toji fushiguro x m!reader

request: none

a/n -> sighs and explodes i need this man injected in my blood right NOW. nobody will be able to convince me that this man doesn’t have a breeding kink. sometimes i forget im writing for real people on a real platform and it jump scares me when people comment on my work. but in a good way ofc i love seeing people’s thoughts on my stuff. ANYWAYS. REQS.

wc -> 4.7k words of filth LMAO

cw -> anal fingering, anal sex, spit as lube, throat fucking, using “pussy” and “cunt” as a synonym, mild impact play, breeding kink, mirror sex, finger hooking, bondage, begging, brief gun play, when i say “little” i mean that in a condescending sorta way and not bc the reader is described to be petite and tiny, not beta read obv

"You're a tricky one, I'll give you that," is the first thing the man before you said. It'd been quite a while since the first time the two of you met in a dingy bar hidden in the sketchier parts of town. He hadn't been trying to kill you then - he was but a fellow patron eager to ruin his liver. Originally, he had a strange gut feeling about you. Like a pretty thing like you wasn't all it seemed, but he shrugged it off after a well-placed look from you offering to buy a couple more rounds.

So when he's given another job, the first thing he does is laugh. He didn't really mean it at first, but really, the irony was hilarious. The guy he nearly got to fuck was his current target: [Name] [L.Name], a rising Jujutsu Sorcerer. He obviously wasn't as strong as the esteemed Gojo Satoru or Geto Suguru, but he was advancing a little faster than many would've liked.

"Thanks. I tried," you replied, seeming much too relaxed for a man about to be assassinated. You were currently stuck on the floor with your arms tied behind your back and your legs bound together by plain, old, ordinary rope. You were a little embarrassed, truthfully, to have been caught by such a mundane trap like this.

You struggled against your restraints a bit, sighing in defeat when you only served to remind yourself just how stuck you were. "These are pretty secure," you started, giving the man before you a laidback smirk. "You experienced?"

Toji gave you a quizzical look for a moment before breaking out in an amused grin, resting his handgun against his shoulder. He definitely wasn't expecting his target to start flirting with him instead of pleading for his life like he was used to. But he'll entertain you for a while. "You could say that."

You huffed through your nose, your eyes lazily flitting around the room. You were making your way back inside the abandoned building you chose to hide in when you suddenly found yourself tied up. It took you a moment to realize you couldn't move when he appeared in front of you, but even less to recognize him as the man you almost got to sleep with. "I would've loved to have you tie me up back then, but this wasn't really what I was thinking about."

"Your phone's a real cockblock, huh?" He chuckled lightly, in an almost mocking manner from what you managed to detect in his voice. "Can't even begin to imagine how long you've had to go without gettin' laid."

You rolled your eyes like he wasn't only there to kill you and get his money. "Don't get me started. There's always something new I have to kill every fuckin' second. My boss thinks it's great training to go out whenever I can."

Right. Technically, you weren't a fully-fledged Sorcerer. You had more of a vigilante-esque vibe to you. You hadn't attended either Jujutsu High School in Tokyo or Kyoto as well, only taught by your family and experiences. Not that that really mattered anyway. You fought, you got strong, and now someone put a hit on you.

You sighed, shifting your body to a more comfortable position before tilting your head back against the wall. “This is the part where I beg for my life, right?” You questioned rhetorically, with an almost bored expression on your face before your eyes lit up with an idea. “I’m not too good at that, but I am good at begging for something else.”

Toji raised an eyebrow in intrigue, unable to fight off the grin at the obvious implication. He didn’t stop you from shamelessly checking him out, but he cut your ogle session short regardless.

“Yeah? Care to elaborate?” He made his way closer, crouching in front of you to get a better view of your face. He knew what you were asking for. He just wanted to know if you’d follow through with it.

Maybe it was the adrenaline making you bold, knowing that he could easily kill you with the pull of a trigger—or maybe it was just because he was really fucking hot. With a quick, obvious glance to his crotch (you could see the imprint of his dick through his sweatpants), you spoke clearly. “I want you to fuck me.”

He liked how forward you were, how unafraid you were to say what you wanted. He swiped his tongue over his lips and nearly laughed at how your eyes darted downwards to watch it. “You call that beggin’?” He taunted, raising his arm to press the tip of his gun against your chin to tilt your head up. “Do it right.”

A shudder ran through your body at his demand, leaving a trail of heat that settled right into your groin. You felt hyper aware of everything—of the cool metal on your skin, of the faint gunpowder scent emanating from the barrel, of your heartbeat thrumming so hard you briefly wondered if he could hear it.

“Oh, please, Mr. Fushiguro,” you whined, staring up at him through your lashes pleadingly. You tried to squeeze your thighs together as you squirmed, attempting to provide your hardening dick friction. “Please fuck me. I’ve been thinking about this whole time. I need it so much.”

“Well, aren’t you a confident little thing,” he remarked with a thoughtful hum, carefully inspecting your reactions. “But what makes you think I won’t just kill you and get my money?”

“Because you haven’t yet,” you replied with a smug undertone in your voice, like you figured him all out. Although, when he dragged his gun up towards your lips, a brief wave of fear washed down your body, settling deep in your chest.

“Really? That’s all you’re going off of?” He tilted his head, watching you through the dark curtain of hair that fell over his piercing eyes. “That’s cute.” He held his finger over the trigger, teasingly flexing it before relaxing just as fast. He found it funny how your confident facade slipped away the moment you remembered that you weren’t talking to a casual friend—that the Sorcerer Killer himself was staring you down the barrel of his gun. But, apparently, that’s what got you all hot and bothered.

“I didn’t think you’d be this desperate.” His scarred lips curled upwards in a predatory grin as he nudged the tip of his gun against your mouth, prying it open. You fought the urge to squirm when he pushed it further, jaw straining, but you tried your best to comply. “You seemed all mysterious ‘n’ unassuming back at the bar. What happened to that? Got me feelin’ like I got the wrong person with the way you’re actin’.”

You tried to shake your head while a garbled noise left your throat, but he kept you firmly in place as he pushed it as far as he could go. Even as you squinted, it was hard not to practically eyefuck him where you sat. Your watery irises trailed over the length of his arm, tracing the bulging veins that patterned over his forearm, dipping back underneath his skin before reappearing in his thick bicep. His shirt did little to hide his chest, squeezing in just the right places to render any woman jealous.

You couldn’t stop your gaze from wandering down, down towards his legs, zeroing in on the dick print he so obviously flaunted like a trophy. Your mouth watered, suddenly finding it hard to swallow. You slid your tongue over the rough metal, imagining that it was his cock stretching your eager throat wide open; imagining the salty taste of his precum, of the scent of his musk, of—

“My eyes’re up here, pretty boy,” he interrupted, pressing the gun up against your palate to snap you out of your stupor and avert your gaze. “If you’re gonna deny bein’ a slut, at least act like it.”

He pulled it out of your drooling mouth, wiping the string of saliva off on your cheek before setting it on the floor with a dull thud. Your face was messy, chest heaving up and down as you panted, expectantly waiting for him to continue like a lost puppy.

“You’re so damn easy,” he commented teasingly, reaching down to palm his cock through his pants. It throbbed under his touch, leaking precum and straining against the fabric. “If I’da known all it took for you to get all nice ‘n’ compliant f’me was a dick down your throat, I’d have my money by now.” There was a hint of honesty to his voice that you couldn’t even find in yourself to protest.

“Please…” you breathlessly whined, trying to writhe out of your binds, but it was tied too tightly around your body to free yourself. “I want it. Stop messing with me.”

“I know.” He reached down to shift you onto your knees, steadying you with a firm hand on the back of your neck. You watched him slide his free hand under his pants to pull his thick cock out, eyes fixated on the leaking tip. He wrapped it around the shaft and leisurely jerked himself off, the wet sounds of his precum sliding along the shaft mixing in with your labored breaths and his quiet groans.

Finally, after what felt like decades, he shuffled forward just enough to press himself against your lips, finding little need to nudge his way inside when you so eagerly parted them for him. You let out a pleased noise at the taste of his precum, beginning to squint and fight the urge to gag when he refused to stop until your nose was buried in his pubes. He held you there for a moment, enjoying the sight of your throat bulging to accommodate his cock.

“You’re takin’ me in so easily,” he purred, sighing in satisfaction at the feeling of your tongue tracing over a prominent vein, making him twitch in your mouth. “Is this what you do? Use your body to live a little longer? 'Cause I gotta say, whatever you're doin' is really payin' off."

You visibly preened at his praise, feeling your dick strain against the fabric of your pants. He let you move at your own pace, watching you hollow your cheeks and slide and bob your head up and down. He was thick and long and made your jaw ache in the best way, utterly infatuated with his scent, with his taste, with the way he let you go at your own pace—but you knew better. You knew that he could easily take that control away from you and fuck your face.

You kind of wished he did, honestly.

With a bit of effort, you pulled away from his cock, breathing heavily. Your voice was shaky but it was firm, determined to get what you wanted. “Fuck my throat,” you demanded, staring up at him through your lashes. He gave you an intrigued smile, clearly pleased with your eagerness to be used like a toy.

“You sure? ‘Cause I’m not stoppin’ til I cum,” he warned. He hardly gave you enough time to reply before he held the base of his cock, gently tapping the tip against your slick lips to get you to open up wide again, obviously unconcerned with your response. “But if you really insist, then who am I to say no to a pretty thing like you?”

He adjusted his stance, towering over you with both his hands atop your head. He allowed you to take a deep breath before pulling you to him just as he shoved his cock back down your throat. You were still unused to him, nearly choking at the sudden movement, feeling tears pool along your lashes. You could’ve sworn his musk was an actual aphrodisiac. It was all you could smell, filling up your nostrils to render your mind a pathetically fuzzy mess.

“Thaaaat’s it,” he drawled out, staring you down with enough heat in his eyes to practically glue you to the floor. You weren’t even sure if you’d get up and leave if he gave you the chance to. Probably not, frankly. Not with the way his strong hands so easily kept you in place, nor with how he strained your jaw—infatuated with every inch and vein and his salty precum. “Take it all, baby.”

He chuckled to himself, not bothering to hide the condescension in his voice. “But I didn’t need to tell you that, huh? Is this muscle memory takin’ over?” Despite his words, his brows were furrowed, focused on thrusting his hips, stoking the rising fire in his abdomen. His rhythmic groans were music to your ears, mixing in with your wet gags and the faint sound of his balls slapping your chin.

“Fuck,” he panted, taking one hand off to wipe your hair off of your forehead and get a look at your watery, unfocused eyes. It sent a heat down his spine that made his cock jolt at the sight of your blissed out face. “You’re so damn tight… gonna make me cum.”

“Is that what you want?” He grunted, digging his fingertips into your skin. “Y’think it’s what you deserve?” For a moment, you were worried he was going to stop. But he didn’t really, instead he kept you still, holding you at a distance to make sure you didn’t accidentally pass out. “I wanna hear you beg for it.”

You blinked your tears away and looked up at him, squinting, confused when he hadn’t let you go yet. It took you a second to piece together what he wanted of you, and felt the burn of embarrassment trickle down your spine and settle into your chest when you did. He wanted you to beg with his cock in your mouth. You were quiet, unsure how to respond without choking and coughing into next week.

“C’mon,” he persisted, his scarred lips lifting in a grin. “I know a little slut like you can do it.”

With a deep breath, you attempted to get your words out through muffled sounds that very vaguely sounded like sentences. It was humiliating—letting him use you to entertain himself like this, but it was an exhilarating feeling that made your cock twitch and throb, aching to be touched.

“Sorry, what was that?” He questioned mockingly, expression laced with faux concern. “Do you mind repeating that?”

You paused, staring up at him pleadingly, but when that didn’t seem to work, you tried again. Drool seeped out the corners of your lips, trailing down your chin. It was hard to breathe and form coherent thoughts. Your cock throbbed and ached to be touched, finding your pants to be uncomfortably suffocating.

“Was that so hard?” He questioned rhetorically as he tugged your face close again, savoring the feeling of your throat squeezing around his dick before beginning to fuck it. He groaned when he felt you run your tongue over the veins, the vibrations of your voice sending heat through his body that he eagerly chased.

He swore under his breath, panting, focused on the tightening coil in his abdomen. “Shit—I’m about to—fuck—cum.”

You moaned when you felt him still, pressing your face into his pelvis to make sure every drop of his cum went down your throat. It was difficult to swallow, letting your eyes flutter shut until he was finished. Your vision was a bit blurry when he finally decided to pull away, leaving you gasping and panting.

“I want—I need you to fuck me,” you slurred, desire flashing brightly in your eyes. Your voice was raw and hoarse and raspy, but there was no hiding your desperation. “Please. I need it so bad it fucking hurts. Please, Fushiguro.”

“I just got done cumming down your throat and you’re already askin’ for more?” He chuckled condescendingly, reaching out to swipe the pad of his thumb along your chin to gather the mix of saliva cum. He brought it to your lips, watching you wrap them around his finger and suck the fluids off his skin. “You needy whore. You’re lucky I’m not in any rush right now.”

With a swift hand, he untied the rope holding your legs together to lead you to a different spot, confident that you wouldn’t make a break for it. Not that you could nor wanted to, anyways.

The mirror before you was dusty and cracked, but it still served its purpose well. He kicked your legs apart and brought you back down to your knees, lowering himself behind you with a firm grip on the back of your neck. You nearly came on the spot when he squeezed your aching cock, hips jerking needily, but he let go in the blink of an eye to unzip your pants and bring them down far enough to expose your ass. He brought two fingers to your lips and dipped them inside your mouth with his other hand, coating them with your saliva rather haphazardly.

He swiftly brought them back down, running them over your balls and perineum teasingly, grinning at your sharp intake of breath. He slid the pads of them over your hole, just barely pushing them through to feel the resistance give way before pulling them back out.

“I swear to god, I’ll—“ you tried to threaten, only to be cut off by a whorish moan that Toji managed to tear from your lips when he shoved his fingers inside you. They pressed against your prostate, firm and unrelenting, rubbing it just the slightest bit to keep you reeling. The sudden stretch fucking burned as you clamped down on him like a vice, wincing and groaning.

“You’ll what?” He urged, eyes fixated on your face, watching every single muscle twitch, noticing the way your cock spurt a fresh stream of precum down the throbbing shaft. “C’mon, don’t get all shy on me now. What were you saying?”

He thrust his fingers in and out slowly, emphasizing the wet squelching sounds of your asshole. You could feel his breaths brushing against your heated skin, sending shivers up and down your spine that ended in your fingertips. Your knees ached and your arms were growing numb from being tied back for so long but you figured you could ignore it for a little while longer if it meant you’d get what you wanted. His dick, namely.

“I’ll—agh, fuck—I’ll…” you trailed off, hardly able to form a coherent sentence with the way he massaged your prostate so perfectly. “Just… just shut up,” you muttered finally, breathless and unfocused as you stared at the spot you connected from the reflection in the old mirror. A subtle feeling of embarrassment settled in your heaving chest when you heard the raspy sound of his chuckle.

“Is that it?” He taunted, locking eyes with you. His free hand slid upwards, teasing your nipples through your shirt to watch you squirm. “I thought you’d put up more of a fight. I’m startin’ to question whether or not you’re really some hotshot Sorcerer.”

It was hard to refute him when you looked the way you did—all messy and disheveled and desperate, hard for the man supposed to kill you. You were completely unlike yourself hardly half an hour ago, but you barely gave a shit. How could you when the hottest man you’ve ever seen was behind you, fingerfucking your eager hole? Chances like these don’t come often to you, that’s for sure.

You shivered and moaned, leaning back against his chest. Your hips practically moved on their own accord, thighs flexing to keep yourself upright as you tried to fuck yourself on his thick digits. Toji could see the way your eyes unfocused and glossed over with understimulated tears, frustrated and horribly pent-up.

He gave your prostate a quick jab, firm enough to intensify the heated coil in your belly, but too fast to savor. He wasn’t planning on giving in to you so easily as he avoided your sensitive spot, instead moving his fingers in a scissoring motion to stretch you out.

“God—stop doing that,” you pleaded. You felt like an open book, unable to stop yourself from furrowing your eyebrows in annoyance or conceal the painstakingly obvious glint of hunger in your pupil-blown irises.

“Quit whinin’ and maybe I’ll consider it,” he murmured gruffly, enraptured by the way you writhed and squirmed and looked just downright pathetic. You both knew he wouldn’t, not when all the others he’s fucked couldn’t hold a candle to your pliant little body. You knew why he was there in the first place, but still, you remained there on your knees even when he untied them.

You nearly let out a sob when he curled his fingers again, offering you the barest of touches to your prostate that sent liquid fire coursing through your veins.

“Fuck, please,” you begged, yet again. You didn’t know much of this you could take or how long it’d be until he caved. God, was it so much to ask for a man to fuck you stupid?!

“I want your cock inside me so bad, fucking me fast ‘n’ hard ‘n’ deep,” you slurred, hardly able to maintain even the barest shred of dignity. You looked into his deep, green eyes through the mirror’s reflection, hoping he’d relent.

“Yeah? Y’want me in this slutty pussy?” He purred, sliding his slick fingers out of your twitching hole to give it a sharp slap. You jolted just as a spurt of precum slid down your hard cock, leaking onto your clothed, heaving abdomen. He chuckled breathlessly as he leisurely rubbed your puffy rim with the pad of a finger. “You should’ve just said so.”

He wiped his fingers off on the back of your shirt, offering you an oblivious shrug when you glared at him through the mirror. Your knees ached when he had you lean forward a little, placing your more of your weight on the poor joints as he reached down to quickly jerk himself off before tapping the tip of his dick on your asshole one, two, three quick times.

It felt like he was splitting you apart when he finally decided to push through after spitting on your hole, groaning at the way you squeezed around him tighter than a damn virgin. It hurt like a bitch. Of course it did—you made him rush and he was using less than ideal lube, but, God, you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t feel so fucking good.

You watched him lean back a little and hold you by the ropes binding your arms together, rolling his hips experimentally, only to grind his cockhead into your prostate so deliciously you saw stars. A searing heat enveloped your body, blinding you with white that took you far too long to come down from. Opening your eyes (you didn’t even realize you closed them), you instantly spotted your twitching cock drooling cum onto the floor. Fuck. He didn’t even start and you came.

“That was so damn fast.” He couldn’t be bothered to stop the hint of a laugh from leaving his throat. With his free hand, he reached down and gave your throbbing dick a squeeze, stroking it with a tight grip to milk out the rest of your cum.

You shuddered and trembled, biting your lip to stifle your moans. He let go to stuff two of his slick fingers in your mouth, careless with how deep he forced them in. Not that you really minded as you swirled your tongue around his skin, readily cleaning it off. You locked eyes, keeping your expression firm in a weak attempt to regain even a sliver of composure when he suddenly moved, giving you a quick, harsh thrust that nearly knocked the air out of your lungs.

He shifted his fingers, curling them as they pulled on your cheek, tugging at the flesh until he forces your mouth wide open. You couldn’t stop your tongue from lolling out, jaw slack as you drooled and whined and cried every time he rammed his thick cock into your eager fuckhole. He was relentless—pounding into you fast and hard and deep, just like you begged for so prettily.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned, digging his fingertips into the flesh of your hip hard enough to leave bruises, arms flexing to yank you back as soon as he pulled out. “Your pussy’s so damn tight,” he panted, brows furrowed in focus, relishing in the sound of his hips slapping your ass and your whorish moans. “M’gonna make sure your messy little cunt remembers my cock by the time I’m finished with you.”

“Uh-huh, mhm,” you nodded, hands itching to grab onto his biceps, his back, something to ground yourself while he churned your insides to mush. It was nigh impossible to think or breathe or speak, but it felt so fucking good.

“Awh, look at yourself,” he cooed, his voice slightly jumpy as he let go of your mouth to roughly pat your cheek, forcing you out of your stupor to make you stare at your reflection. “Are you out of it already? Should I stop?” He questioned, his raspy voice laced with faux concern.

“No! N-No,” you stammered, finding it difficult to comprehend what he was saying until moments later, alerted by the word “stop”. “Don’t stop! Ohh, oh god, please don’t stop!”

You’re so, so sensitive and so full, and you can feel him losing his rhythm. His cock is heavy in your stomach and you swear through your addled brain it’s weighing you down as a trail of precum connects your heated bodies together, frothing between your thighs and his balls.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he grunted, gritting his teeth. He could feel the burning coil in his abdomen intensify with each passing second, and suddenly he’s speeding up, pistoning into you with loud and sloppy thrusts. His green eyes are locked on your swollen and puffy hole sucking him in with a vice grip, watching his cock slide in and out, in and out, over and over again until you’re cumming hard, shaking and convulsing.

“That’s it,” he growls, the sound low and deep. It went straight into your stomach, sparks lighting up under your skin as your hips jerk, unsure whether you want to endure the building overstimulation or move away. “M’gonna cum so deep inside your pretty little pussy I’ll knock you up,” he murmured in your ear, dragging a canine down your neck to clamp his teeth down on the flesh. “Y’want that? To be my breeding bitch?”

You sobbed, unable to answer, but he didn’t need one. Not when your body spoke for you.

He fucked the air out of your lungs one, two, three more times, feeling his balls tighten until he finally came, spilling his cum so deep inside you, you were sure it’d stay there for weeks. You moaned, savoring the warmth that spread through your body with each spurt of his cum that coated your velvety insides, trying to catch your breath before you had to move.

Toji sighed in satisfaction, pulling out after a few moments. He watched your fucked-out hole clench around nothing as it leaked with his seed, spreading one of your asscheeks to get a better view before giving it a final pat.

You didn’t realize he cut the ropes holding your arms behind your back until you nearly fell face-first onto the floor, catching yourself with your numb hands.

“Ow… fuck,” you cursed at the sharp stinging sensation that ran up your arms, shaking them uselessly in an attempt to restore the blood flow faster.

“You were better than I thought you’d be,” he hummed, getting up to fix his clothes. He grabbed his handgun from off the ground, holding it against his shoulder as he stared you down. “But you have three days. Make ‘em count.”

You weren’t oblivious to know that he was giving you a three-day recovery period before he began hunting you again. Even then, you couldn’t stop the shiver of excitement from running through your spine at the prospect of seeing him again.

You grinned, breathless and shaky but confident nonetheless. It was unlikely he’d fuck you once he found you, but a man could dream. "I will."

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orchidsangel · 4 months

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The holiday season with Jason would be the most comforting thing ever, no matter how you spend it. Thanksgiving through Christmas through New Year is basically you being reminded every day why you love him in the first place. He's so attentive and loving, always doing exactly what you need him to do without ever asking, including skipping out on the annual New Year's Wayne gala to spend the night in with you. It's not like he wanted to go anyway, but if you had, then he'd be rifling through his bedside drawer searching for cufflinks just as he had done many times before when you'd wanted to escape the mundaneness of regular civilian life. This year, however, you'd decided to ring in the new year at home, the illustrious and extravagant gala not seeming too appealing this time around. Now, you sit together on the couch, your legs thrown over his lap while he gently massages the muscle of your calf.

Remnants of dinner and dessert sit in empty bowls on the living room table, streaks of brown ganache on the back of a spoon you'd almost licked clean before Jason had pulled it out of your hand, a hearty laugh escaping the typically quiet man followed by a question of whether it was good or not; it was, he knew it was. They were just a couple of delicious experiments you'd helped him whip up as a last hoorah of sorts before settling down to watch the New Year's Eve performances. A star-studded brigade in sparkly costumes dances around your screen, the backing track of some Hot 100 hit playing loudly over the sound of people cheering, visible breaths appearing on the screen every time the camera pans to the audience. They must be freezing, you think, and pull your blanket over your shoulders at the thought of waiting for the ball to drop in this temperature. You feel Jason gently move your legs off of him, getting up to grab the bowls and plates off the table before putting them in the kitchen sink. The countdown on the TV catches your eye, twenty minutes till midnight, and you stand up from the couch, sliding your slippers on, and walking to the balcony door.

The squeaky sound of the sliding door is faint under the sound of the first fireworks going off. Dashes of gold and white paint the sky, the streams of hot light reflecting in your eyes as you watch night temporarily turn to day. You're not sure how much time passes, but pretty soon, the feeling of warmth surrounding you multiplies tenfold, and strong, muscular arms pull you flush against an equally strong and muscular body. Jason cages you in his arms, keeping you close to him as the last few minutes of the year pass, and his grip is tight, like he's scared he's going to lose you when the clock strikes twelve. The sound of crowds on the street counting down gets louder as the year comes to an end. You and Jason stand in silence, numbness settling into your fingers despite the layers of blanket and man wrapped around you. An eruption of screams breaks out, mixed in with some laughter and Happy New Year's, Jason's cue to turn you around by the waist and kiss you intently, swallowing your surprised gasp until it becomes a smile. New year, new me, they say, but you hoped to god Jason had picked a different resolution because the man in front of you was a man you never wanted to change.

(more than) inspired by this ask, and ik it's not new years anymore but i hope you still enjoy it !! it's a little rushed at the end, and for that i'm sorry but i wanted to post it before it got too far away from jan 1. wishing you all the best this year, and thank you for 300 followers <3

#divider by cafekitsune #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff #jason todd imagine #jason todd x gn!reader #jason todd #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood fluff #red hood imagine #red hood x gn!reader #jason todd x gender neutral reader #red hood x gender neutral reader #jason todd i’ll love you forever

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kingdaddydaichi · 1 year

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Dadchi Sawamura Headcanons

dilf!daichi sawamura x reader (fem) || n/sfw. mdni. shotgun (mention). pregnancy sex. sfw at first then the list devolves into naughtiness 😈

“The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother.” - theodore hesburgh

Daichi Sawamura swears by this sentiment.

His children (in birth order): Daddy’s Girl #1, Daddy’s Girl #2, Mama’s Boy.

Tells people the kids got his good looks because you still have yours. Aww.

Poor Daichi laughs nervously every time he comes home to find that the girls have once again dressed their 3-year-old brother in a princess costume - complete with a tiara - and he’s got fake makeup all over his face and his son is just deadass standing there looking like Twisted Sister, I’m done. 💀

You’re the “just wait until your father gets home” mom.

His kids are so well-behaved though? Very good manners.

Unironic Dad of the Year candidate.

He may be strict but he loves and is so proud of his kids. They’ll always have everything they need and a lot of what they want (though they’ll have to earn it as they get older).

“Go the fuck to sleep!” - Daichi Sawamura at least one night a week until all of his kids are over the age of 10.

OMFG DAD SNEEZES - so loud! If you’re minding your business quietly and he sneezes in the next room, you damn near jump out of your skin. “DAICHI! STOP SNEEZING SO LOUD!! YOU'RE SCARING THE CHILDREN!!” Daichi from the next room: ”GOOD!!”

You love this man so much.

Volleyball Dad™️

When his kids act up, they know they’re in trouble because Daichi just stands there with his arms crossed over his chest, looking down at them with the most severe look in his eyes. It has the same effect it had on the team back at Karasuno.

His kids HATE driving lessons with him. Not only is he their protective father, he’s also a cop. Can you imagine? Poor things.

Teaches all his kids how to change a tire, especially his girls.

Domesticated af. Will clean, do laundry, cook, change the babies’ diapers, and mow the lawn. Cooking is one of those mundane things he looks forward to doing with you while you feed each other tastes of what you’re making.

Expects the children to ask, “may I please be excused?” before getting up from the dinner table.

He doesn’t interfere with the inevitable sibling rivalries between his kids. If they’re fighting over something he’ll keep an eye on them, but wants to let them solve their own problems when possible. If it starts to get out of hand though, he’ll step in.

Usually doesn’t have to do much more than gruffly say “alright, that’s enough…” and peace is restored.

His kids all love and respect their dad.

He’s hard on them and pushes them to do their best. Has high expectations of them - work hard, stay out of trouble, make good grades, mind your curfew, obey your mother.

Daichi is observant and highly intuitive, so he can read his kids exceptionally well. If they’re down about something or struggling somehow, he just knows.

And he knows just the right thing to say or do to give them guidance. He may not be very good at helping them navigate their emotions, but he gives practical advice in such a warm, loving way. And I think they actually appreciate that more than if he just talked about their feelings with them because they already get that from you. He listens to them but is relatively quick to help them move toward a practical solution in a validating way.

Daichi is so PROTECTIVE, ESPECIALLY OF HIS GIRLS.

Can we please take a moment to imagine and appreciate Daichi Sawamura with teenage daughters?

I pity the fools who take his girls out on dates - whether it’s their 1st date or 21st date makes no difference.

Need I remind you what he growled at Suga when Kiyoko held Suga’s hands (in the dub)?

“Whatever you do to her, I’ll do to you.”

But when he said it to your daughter’s boyfriend, it was with a bone-crushing shake of the hand and a smile.

He’s the dad that sits on the front porch with a shotgun laying across his lap while he waits on his daughter to get home. The boy’s car pulls up 20 minutes before curfew. She walks up and chuckles at him and says “Oh, Daddy” while patting his head before going inside.

But Daichi doesn’t budge. He just sits there and narrows his eyes at her date, staring him down to assert his dominance until the boy quickly pulls away.

His daughters’ boyfriends are soooo good to them, partly because they know they’ll end up naked in a ditch somewhere if they’re not lol. They’re so scared of Daichi. It’s cute. They always address him as “sir” and “Mr. Sawamura”.

Cries, sobs even at both his daughters’ weddings.

He legitimately ugly cried at his first daughter’s wedding when she turned to him before he handed her off to her soon-to-be-husband and said, “You’ll always be the first man I ever loved. You taught me how I should expect to be treated by a man. I won’t let you down, Daddy.”

He’d been holding it together until that happened, then the levee broke and this grown ass police sergeant fucking LOST IT as she hugged him and kissed his cheek. (Like he did when Kiyoko brought back the team’s ‘tobe’ banner omg he was so cute 🥹😢)

Omg his girls? D A D D Y ‘ S G I R L S!! Even in adulthood they’ll throw their arms around his neck and kiss him on the cheek saying “I love you, Daddy!” when they come home to visit. Daichi always gets the biggest grin on his face when they do that.

Yes, he’s protective of them but he doesn’t have to be. They learned from him what to expect from a gentleman and they won’t settle for anything less. And he’s so proud of them for that. He beams knowing that there’s a part of him that shines through his girls that won’t let them be treated as anything less than ladies.

Dad Jokes™️ (I laugh so hard at dad jokes y’all ngl). But the kids groan when their father shamelessly laughs at his own jokes.

Sexiest motherfucking dad bod ever. I have yet to hear even a single person disagree with me on this. It’s basically canon. But he’s so insecure about it? He needs you to occasionally wrap your arms around him from behind and grab his belly and tell him how much you love every last inch of his body because your man is still smokin’ hot.

His hairline might recede a little bit, but he’ll have a full head of hair for the rest of his life.

During all 3 of your pregnancies, Daichi will 19388% buy you the things you crave. You want pickles and ice cream? He’ll cringe, but you can bet your sweet ass your husband will come home with a jar of pickles and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s with as much pride as a caveman who brought home fresh kill for his woman and unborn child.

“Daichi,” you’ll whine, “I want a cheese and potato chip sandwich!”

He’s already IN the kitchen putting mayo, mustard, and cheese on bread before piling on a handful of chips and bringing it to you. You’re carrying his child (quite beautifully he might add). The least he can do is feed your cravings (within reason…if you crave dirt, he won’t be giving that to you).

He even tries a bite of your sandwich and is like “Hmm! That’s pretty good, actually!”

“Right? It’s what the baby wants. Must be a Sawamura thing…”

Speaking of babies…

⚠️ NSFW AHEAD ⚠️

Daichi is upright and proper in public/around others but in the bedroom he turns into a beast. Making babies with him is so much fun??

You probably had all of them relatively young. ≥30-ish?

Maybe you have a fourth kid later in your 30s because you slipped up and forgot your birth control. If not, it’s because Daichi got the old snip-snip.

He just loooooves to cum inside you. It just feels so intimate for him. If he has to pull out or wear a condom he’ll feel less emotionally connected to you. Being inside you raw makes him feel so close and in tune with you.

Your husband’s breeding kink game is STRONG. Each of the 3 times you told him you were pregnant he got hard. He was happy, yes, but also hard. So you said, “Daichi! I’m pregnant!” And he smiled and looked at the various positive home tests, hugged you, kissed you, kissed you harder, rolling his tongue over yours.

His hands were all over you - your belly, your hips, your thighs, your ass. His brow was furrowed, eyebrows drawn downward as he backed you up against the bathroom counter. “Daichiiii…” you giggled as he picked you up and sat you down on the surface. Standing between your legs, he pushed his fingers inside your shorts and found your clit, making you gasp his name. “That’s it. That’s my girl,” he breathed. “Say it again.”

And you did…not that you could’ve helped it the way he was touching you, the way he was pushing his thick fingers inside you. One of your hands gripped his flexing wrist while the other sought to steady yourself on the granite, sighing. Next thing you knew, your knees were crooked over his arms and your butt was nearly hanging off the counter as he fucked his cum into you while telling you you’re gonna have ALL his babies.

His breeding kink goes further than just getting you pregnant. He loves seeing you pregnant. Trust that your sex life is going to blow up when you start showing. Knowing you’re full with life because of him, because he filled you up with his seed makes Daichi F E R A L.

So pregnancy sex is gonna be a big thing with him.

Even in your third trimester, it happens often that Daichi comes home from work and latches onto your neck while his hands caress your belly. You giggle but he’s serious as he pushes against your bottom and you can feel him half hard already. “Daichi!”

“Can’t help it, babe. Need you. Now,” he’ll growl. He’ll either bend you over the nearest surface and pull his cock out of his uniform to fuck you, or pick you up and carry you to bed before having his wicked way with you there. He gets so turned on, so into it that you’re crying out as he slams his hips against your ass while his blunt fingernails dig into your widened hips.

MORNING SEX !!

Morning quickies before the kids come knocking on your locked bedroom door. Daichi prefers to go slow and take his time, make you cum at least twice before he lets himself unload inside you. But, fuck, both of you are so horny for each other some mornings and after the kids are born, you know the kids will be waking up soon and knocking on your bedroom door. So neither of you waste any time. Whether he mounts you or you straddle him, whether Daichi makes love to you or fucks you raw makes no difference. Either way it is going to be INTENSE.

So there you have it. I hope you enjoyed the musings of my overactive imagination as it pertains to sexy Mr. Sawamura. What would you add? What would you take away? Let me know! I’m curious!

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you're not the only one // chapter five

It had been a little while since that night in town, a month and a half or something like that. I was telling myself I wasn't counting but I was and I knew how sad that made me because I knew that Sam was probably not thinking about it at all. Things were pretty normal between us, when we were on shift he would drop me back and we would sit together in his car quietly, I would concentrate on his CD's and he would concentrate on the road. Things didn't look awkward from the outside. No one would have thought things were awkward had they been watching us from the back seat. It was though, painfully so and all the more painful because I knew it was my fault. I was the one making things awkward. It was all in my head just like everything else always was. Those chest pains and jolts of anxious energy which shot to my fingertips like static when he looked at me. It didn't have to be awkward, if I could just do what I knew everyone else did in situations like this—just be normal—then things would run just as smooth and as bland as those kinds of mundane social interactions - which couldn't even really be classed as social interactions - usually did.

But I couldn't be - normal that is - I could only be myself, the Dylan-Wyn Bond everyone had always known, the scared of her own shadow, heart in her mouth, had to teach herself to smile as a child, shied away from anyone with a tendency to crack jokes because she never quite knew when to laugh or smile or when to simply smirk and say something sarcastic back. The Dylan-Wyn who cried too much and over things which didn't make anyone else cry. The one who'd gone for years in school not talking to anyone at all, just keeping her head down, trying not to be seen, not because she hated people - actually she'd longed to be just like all the other girls - but because other people stressed her out too much, made her nervous, made her feel like her heart was going to implode in her chest and drag her ribs and her lungs into a black hole.

I couldn't be normal so I remained shy and quiet. Remained mousy and nauseous whenever the two of us were on shift together and sometimes I couldn't tell whether he was disinterested or shy or something else. He'd catch me glancing back at him behind the bar, or he'd catch me concentrating very hard on everything but him. Sometimes I'd try so hard not to look at him, not to draw attention to myself, that his ears burnt anyway and he would see me, and he would feel the discomfort in me. I'd make him uncomfortable.

It was Wednesday afternoon, I'd finished work early because Lowlights was closing early. Sam had a gig and everyone was going, no point staying open for the three alcoholics who sat nursing slow pints for hours at a time when everyone else would be heading off to support Sam.

I had been werritting over excuses why I couldn't go, just in case he'd had the notion to ask me if I was in fact going, and though he never had had that notion at all, though he'd barely say three words to me all shift and left without me because my brother was coming to pick me up, my excuses were to be rendered useless anyway.

"You comin down Tynemouth with us then Titch?" asked my brother reaching over my head to grab my too big denim jacket down from the hook. He'd worked in the Lowlights himself back when he was in college and since management hadn't ever changed he'd still cut behind the bar to pester me whilst he waited for me to get my things.

"I don't know I'm kinda t..."

"Bullshit," he grinned, "cmon we're seeing Sam, it'll be class," he said jumping down the steps at the back door onto the tarmac. I winced and forced half an awkward smile. "Reckon he'll be very pleased to see you and all," he said pulling the kind of face that made me shiver all over with embarrassment.

"Johnny!" I cried hiding my face in my hands, head tipped back to the sky. I could feel the blush in the heat of my cheeks. The fear that he wasn't the only one making jokes like that making me wish the ground would open up beneath my feet. To be swallowed whole would be a small mercy.

"What dya say then, we gan?" he asked, "a mean am gannin anyway like a just reckon it'll look proper odd if a show up without me wee baby sister in tow like..."

When he said it like that I knew he was right, that actually, in the long run it would be more embarrassing to have to explain why I wasn't there, than to show up with my brother, drink a few pints and then wander home at the end of the gig. If I was smart about it I could avoid Sam the whole night, if I was lucky he wouldn't even notice me.

Of course I was going with Bondy so my plan to linger under the radar, hide away quietly at the back of the bar, was in tatters before we'd even arrived.

Johnny had always been one of those popular kids, one of the weird ones no one could quite explain why they had as many friends as they did, only that they were just generally sound. For all his little eccentricities, for all he'd been a long haired lanky, grungey teenage nerd back in high school and even through college, he was still a lad who played guitar and sang in bands and somehow that was enough to carry him through life with all the popularity of school A-Listers.

People had never really been able to understand how we were related in that sense. He could talk to anyone about anything for as long as the other person could listen - even if he didn't like them - whereas it didn't matter whether or not I liked a person, the chance of me getting even three words out without running away were next to none.

Before we'd even got to the bar we'd run into three lots of pals of his, some of them the distant and vague kinds, one of them Lou is best friend since school, who was just as unhinged and just as much of a menace as him. Walking between them was a nightmare on the best of days because together they were a riot, talking complete rot or teasing me, today, somehow, it was even worse.

"Reet little Dyl," grinned Louis so that I could already guess what he was going to say before he said it, so that my cheeks rosed over prematurely, "Av been hearing rumours about you you know..."

"Careful mate if its what a think it is she'll do a runner, she'll be off and over that fence like speedy gon-fuckin-zales," Johnny said throwing his arm around me squeezing me into his side as if he thought I really would and he needed to hold onto me lest I really go shooting off into the distance.

"Aye well," chuckled Louis, "a won't labour the point like lass, a just think a ought to clear it all up now, given current... shall we say... affairs?"

I wanted to tell him to shut up but my mouth was dry and I was too desperately trying to think up ways I could reply to the inevitable question without embarrassing myself, that I couldn't think quickly enough to shut him down.

"Artful," mused Johnny grinning too.

"So, put an old soul out of his misery and confusion and riddle me this, if Sophie who works in that One Stop up town reckons she saw you and Sam snogging each other outside the pub last month, why hasn't your old uncle Lou heard about it from either of the horses respective mouths?" he asked his long convoluted sentence only dizzying me more. I was grateful though, all those extra words had brought me a few extra seconds to think something up.

"Aye," sighed Johnny, "Av been wondering all this myself, one of my good pals and me own wee titchy sis, and neither of em have said a word," he said turning to me, pushing his finger to my nose, "this one actually threw a pillow at me last time I asked can you believe that?!"

"The cheek of it, most improper!"

"Most improper indeed!"

They carried on like that all the way there and when we arrived things only got worse. I'd hoped to be able to find a quiet corner to hide but that was impossible. All Johnny's mates were there, standing around outside in the beer garden, pissed already, smoking cigarettes, their talk a loud rumble ricochetting off the walls.

Inside was packed out too considering it was a Wednesday evening, mid week. We never drew this many people into lowlights mid-week so they were obviously all in for Sam or the unexpected sunshine which had warmed the city that morning.

There was nowhere to hide even if my brother had allowed me to wander off out of his sight but as it happened he kept me tucked under his arm half to torment and half to protect me, because as much as he enjoyed teasing me with his pals, he knew how much I hated crowds and loud noises and he could tell without looking at me that this was my idea of hell.

It didn't take long for him and Lou to get served, them being known by basically everyone behind the bar, basically everyone behind the bar eager to get the gossip on the new band Johnny had just joined. He carried them out with him to the garden, keen for a cigarette, knowing I would be too, and we joined his pals at one of the picnic benches. It was already full but they squished up just enough to make room for me and so I wound up sitting next to Johnny's girlfriend whilst the two lads stood beside us at the end of the picnic table pissing around.

It looked like they were setting up at the edge of the beer garden as opposed to inside. I could see Sam lingering by the amps and the PA talking to someone I vaguely recognised but once I'd seen him I averted my gaze and focused on my bottle of cider.

I was relying on the old, tried and tested method favoured by the under 5's. If I couldn't see him, he couldn't se me.

"Honestly don't know how you put up with having both of these pair around yas all the time," Stevie rolled her eyes and smiled at me conspiratorially before turning over her shoulder to Johnny. "Can a pinch a cig?" she asked offering him an angelic smile which turned sheepish when he raised his brow.

"Thought yas were quittin?" he asked and when she shrugged and blamed her work he smirked and rubbed her shoulder taking a cig out the packet for her and lighting it himself, "yas can have it if yas promise us you'll actually quit soon," he said.

"Promise," she said with one of those white lie smirks.

It wasn't Sam but it was his friends, Deano and Dru and Joe all pulling my brother into hugs, teasing him about his big shot job he'd managed to land with those "Welsh scoundrels."

I always felt a little like I was invading their personal space when I was sat with them so I lit my own cigarette quietly, eyes fixed on my lighter and then on a random space somewhere on the wall across the garden. Not looking at anyone, concentrating on a dry stone wall type brick with moss growing between the cracks, I didn't notice the comings and goings of people from our table until I heard familiar voices.

And when I heard those familiar voices I felt my cheeks flush on instinct.

I was naïve to hope they wouldn't notice me when I was sat right there beside my brother. I could try as hard as I liked not to be seen but at the end of the day I stuck out with my dark auburn hair and the flush on my cheeks which came close to matching.

That and Johnny wouldn't leave me be.

"Aye a heard yas were all oot with ma titchy sis like," he grinned ruffling my hair, tricking me into turning to look up at him, a scowl fixed on my brow intended only for him and not for the others. "Gettin her pissed like,"

"Aye well, responsibly like,"

"Oh yeah course, responsibly pissed like..."

"After a shift down lowlights on a Friday fucken night it'd be irresponsible not to get her pissed a reckon," grinned Dean shooting me a grin, his eyes friendly enough, gleaming with an alcoholic sheen.

My own smile was awkward too, the cider I was drinking failing to light my own eyes the way his pints had hit him.

"Areet Dylan not seen yas in ages," he smiled getting me to shuffle up along the bench so that I was squished right into Stevies side and he could sit down to chat to us, "ynar yas promised us you'd come out with us again like an we've not seen yas since,"

He said it like it was a question and I could feel his expectation that I would answer. I couldn't though, I didn't know what I was supposed to say. I wasn't even sure he was being entirely serious. Whether his joke was self-effacing implying that they'd done something to embarass themselves, or whether it was actually directed at me. Whether he was implying that I'd embarrassed myself. That they weren't really arsed that I'd not shown up since.

"Maybe it was somet you did Dean," smirked Stevie cutting in when she realised I wasn't going to reply. She'd been with Johnny long enough she'd started to notice things like that about me, and no doubt Johnny had told her all about his quiet little sister, too awkward for colour TV.

I couldn't help but grin with relief when I recognised one of my own friends across the beer garden, their eyes meeting mine as they hesitated in the doorway.

I stood a little abruptly, realising a moment too late that I looked awkward and clumsy and a little scornful when I left Dean and Stevie bickering between one another. By the time I'd realised my mistake however it was way too late to turn around and I just had to swallow my embarrassment and my guilt. Just had to try my best to meet Lois across the garden without anymore trips.

"Hey," I said quietly, smirking when she did.

"Johnny drag yas out?" she asked following the path I'd walked from my brothers table.

"Yeah," I said with a smirk, "Charlie drag yas out an all?" I asked referring to her older sister who, was much like my brother in that she was a social butterfly and her little sister was, just like me, quite the opposite.

"Aye," she smirked, "she's got the hots for that Dru Michael that plays in Sam's band," she added nodding over to the table where my brother was currently trapped in a headlock by the very same man.

"A thought she fancied Aaron Thompson," I shrugged knowing that Charlie had probably set her heart on about five different boys between Aaron Thompson and Dru.

"Aye," smirked Lois raising her bottle to her lips, "and Ashley Lewis and Callum Wilshaw and ah shit I cannae remember his name but he works in the chippy but only on Fridays and Saturdays..."

"Ross somat," I said, "Johnny used give him guitar lessons," I added to explain why I despite rarely talking to anyone outside of mine and Johnny's friends, I knew Ross who worked in the chippy but only on Friday and Saturday nights.

"Buckland!" she cried her own hand clamping over her mouth as she started giggling, "that's him yeah," she smirked, "she matched with him on tinder or somet but then he ghosted her?"

"Nah what she's definitely out of his league," I smirked though it was a guilty smirk. I felt sorry for the poor lad, at 21 years old and littered with acney scars which dented his cheeks, his greasy hair which carried the smell of chip shop fat wherever he went, even midweek when he'd not been in work 3 days, he probably knew he was leagues below Chelsea Carter, that was probably why he'd ended up ghosting her.

"Ynar she was propa wounded about it an all, sulkin for days," grinned Lois her eyes scanning the garden as if looking out for her older sister.

Chelsea was only a year older than us, she was too young really to be classed as an adult even though an adult was exactly what she was. She was girlish in her nature, not unlike me and Lois, but she tended to wear her heart on her sleeve and flit around town with her friends. She was girlish in a different way to us. When we were quiet and shy she was outgoing, the kind of girl whose let's the whole bar know she's laughing. The kind of girl who knows exactly when and how to play with her hair.

"Where's she now?" I asked but that was what Lois was trying to work out as she bit her lip and frowned, watching the bustle of people shift and move in currents and swells. It was one of those days everyone knew everyone.

"Cmon let's just go back to me brother," I sighed defeated, "if Chelsea comes back she'll be made up," I added with half a laugh.

When we returned to the table Johnny seemed somewhat relieved, his eyes smiling to settle on me. His warmth lingering for Lois when he saw her standing awkwardly next to me.

"Alreet Carter," he said flashing her a lopsided drunken grin. Lois forced a shy smile back suddenly losing her voice and shying away.

"Hi," she said glancing back at me as if to ask for help. Ever since we were in infants school she'd been a little scared of my big brother. When we'd hit high-school it became apparent why.

I felt sorry for her that Stevie was here. They weren't exactly a particularly public couple in terms of affection but it would still be embarrassing for her to see them together. Would still make her wish the ground would swallow her whole.

"Your brother out?" asked Lou looking just beyond us as if he thought he'd see Jake behind us.

"Nah he's still away," she said, "stationed in Helensburgh till the Autumn apparently," she said biting her fingernails as her eyes glanced between Johnny and Stevie who's shoulders my brother was now leaning over to grab his cigarettes off the table.

"Ah shit a forgot about that," said Louis then as if overcome with dissapointment at the reminder That Josh Carter a lad he'd gone to school with but never been friends with, had followed the classic Army Jobs trajectory, started out pulling pints only to be Made In The Royal Navy. "How's he doin? Yas hear from him often?"

"Aye y'know, sometimes," shrugged Lois. I watched her chewing her cheek and felt pity brew in me again. It didn't last long though because a pair of hands on my shoulders had me jumping out of my skin, the squeak which left me, though it was quiet, burning me bright red.

"Areet little Wyn,"

I turned around to see Sam grinning at me, his own eyes warm with an alcoholic glow too, "what're yas doing here like a want expecting a see yas?" he asked blushing when he realised he might have sounded rude, "Not that am not happy to see yas obviously like, just a bit surprised!" he grinned, hand scratching at the back of his neck as his eyes found the floor, smile quirking crookedly. I watched his eyes drift again, avoiding mine.

"Johnny invited me," I said my voice catching in my throat as I looked up at him. My knuckles were white because I was clinging onto my cider for dear life.

I felt like Baby telling a stranger that she Carried a Watermelon. I felt ridiculous.

"Aye well, it's nice to see yas not in a beer stained polo top like," he grinned then adding with a smirk, "or borrowing one of mine," he added with this awkward little half laugh which made Lois snort into her drink using the glass to hide her amusement and failing miserably. She was blushing on my behalf and I was simply speechless looking back at him totally mortified.

Neither of us had actually spoken about that night since the morning after that night. As if both of us had been trying desperately to forget it had ever happened.

I tried to smile, a nervous laugh escaping me. The air bristled between us. I couldn't look him in the eye but that was okay apparently because he couldn't me either.

Lois broke the silence in the end.

"Sam a think your Deanos wantin yas," she nodded tilting her glass towards the little set up.

His band weren't actually playing with him, it was just an acoustic set but Dean was lingering around the mic searching the crowd for his mate and when Sam turned over his shoulder and saw him he almost looked relieved to have an escape. As if he'd regretted saying hello in the first place.

"Reet well, cinnabit," he said his voice a little strained, flashing us a smile over his shoulder, his feet already carrying him away.

The second he was out of earshot I felt my brothers hands on my shoulders. I could feel my cheeks already burning up, Sam's touch had been enough to leave me a little lost for words, self concious and breathless, but when Johnny leant down to talk beside me, I knew he would be merciless.

"Ynar lass," he said with a smirk, his eyes flickering between me and the stage where Sam was now stood with his guitar slung over his shoulder. "I don't know which one of yas was more awkward then like," he chuckled, "a mean you, obviously," he added ruffling my hair, "but he seemed awfully shy himself..." he said it as if he was teasing only me but I knew that had Sam been there too he'd have been directing his wind up merchent smile at him too.

"Johnny," I whined trying to dismiss him, wishing hed just shut up, "zip it,"

"Oh aye you're welcome Dylan," said Lou placing another bottle of cider down in front of me.

"Sorry," I flushed raising it to my lips quickly, the calpol flavoured drink leaving that artificial sweetness lingering on my tongue as I started drinking quicker.

I was caught between an ever increasingly familiar dilemma. Get drunk and lose a little of my self-concious edge, my anxiety muted by the loss of inhibitions. Or drink slowly, remain in control so that I didn't wind up doing anything embarrassing again and so that tomorrow I would remember exactly what I'd done. If I knew what I'd said and done I could make sure I hadn't embarrassed myself.

"Thanks Lou," I added but my voice was drowned out by Sam's as he began to sing.

I'd heard a lot of the songs before. Johnny tended to go to everyone of Sam's gigs he possibly could and so I had wound up listening to the lad on numerous occasions which, when allowed to do so subtly, I couldn't complain about.

I loved hearing him sing, his songs always had a soothing effect on me. I always felt calm and safe when he was running through one of his setlists making self deprecating jokes in between songs.

That days set was very much the same and I found myself drink calmly through two more drinks before he reached the end of the set. The penultimate song leaving me with a little smile on my lips as I recognised it to be one of the demos he'd had in his car recently.

"Darlin you're not the only one," he sang over and over again. I tried to listen to the lyrics and take them all in but I was too distracted by the familiarity of the track.

It wasn't just that I'd heard it before but that I recognised the scenes, as if I'd watched them on a television before too.

But I hadn't and as much as I thought I recognised some lines others confused me and threw me.

As the set reached a close I began to feel the anxiety swell in me once more, this knot in my stomach twisting as I thought about what would happen next.

All Sam's mates were sitting with us because they were all Johnny's mates too and the conversation could well steer itself back in the direction of mine and Sam's night on the town and the rumour which had been going round. One I knew to be true but which Sam was either completely unaware of or ignoring on purpose. Either way I didn't want to stick around to endure the teasing or the tension again and so as I finished my bottle of strawberry cider and tapped Lois on the shoulder.

"Wanna come back to mine, got the new Zelda," I said hoping she would be in the same mood as I was. I could usually rely on her to be in the same mood as I was.

"Can we get ice cream?" she asked which was actually her way of saying yes.

I smiled, grinning with relief and also gratitude that I had my one friend who I could trust to always be on my same wave length.

"Hey Johnny," I said lighting a cigarette passing the pack to Lois so she could take one too.

"Areet titch?"

"gan home see yas in a bit yeah?"

"Yeah Areet," he said, "have you got your keys? Text us when yas get in yeah?"

"Yeah," I smirked rolling my eyes at him, squirming when he threw his arms around me and hugged me tight.

"You look after her Carter," he turned to Lois with a smirk, the kind that probably killed her on the inside the same way Sam's smile killed me. "Both of yas be safe yeah?" he asked waiting for us both to nod again and promise him.

I was used to his over the top shows of care. Lois however couldn't understand what to make of it and her shock, her embarrassment - i couldn't tell whether she was embarrassed by how his protectivenesd seemed to have touched her or by the fact that how she felt was more than a little obvious to everyone around us.

"Hey..." he said then, the alcoholic glint in his eye seeming to predict and play up to the stupid thing that slipped out next as he took my hair in his fingers, "you've got autumnal kinda hair..." he said, me and Lois screwing our faces up in confusion at the same time.

"What?"

"Can we go now?" I asked him with a smirk reaching for my friends hand which was still hovering from pink promising with my brother.

"Aye go on both off yas, out me sight," he said chuckling away as him and Louis made a show of dismissing us and then, pretending to cry as Louis dabbed at his eyes.

"Oh god," he cried out, "they grow up so fast,"

I blamed him and his little amdram performance a second later when I heard another shout in our direction.

"Wyn!" called Sam doing one of those awkward jogs no one ever realises they've committed to until its too late.

I stopped, my heart thudding and refusing to calm even when he stopped just behind us, a little distance left between us which seemed to make the whole interaction all the more odd and unnatural.

"Thanks for comin," was all he offered, baffling me even more as I watched him a little out of breath. When neither me nor Lois said anything at all, her shying away because she didn't know him and he was older, me shying away because every time he spoke to me I forgot language. "Get home safe yeah, let me know..."he added quickly before chewing his cheek, sucking his skin in to cause a hollow as he glanced out the corner of his eye.

I felt heavy with the expectation that I would speak next.

"Uh yeah, sure, " I said sucking in on my own cheek, my hands shoved firmly in my pockets.

I'd spend hours later telling myself off for not having behaved better. For having not thought to tell him he'd played well or that I liked his songs. Because he had and I did. I really liked them. I had just been too caught off guard and inside my own head in the moment to let him know.

All I didn't was wave and walk away.

"See you at work a guess?"

#sam fender imagines #sam fender fanfiction

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secret-kpoplibrary · 2 years

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The Prince's First Love Prologue

Pairing: Prince!Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: None here :))

Genre: fluff I think

Summary: You've been working at the palace for much of your adult life, under specific instructions from The King. That is to stay as far from the prince as you can manage and certainly not to speak to him. Above all, you are never allowed to tell him the truth about how you ended up here. Which is all easy enough until doing one nice thing for his little cousin gets you his attention and suddenly you're doing everything you can to keep the king's skeletons in your closet while Prince Namjoon keeps trying to open it. If you thought keeping the prince in the dark would be simple you're about to find out just how difficult the royals make your life.

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The little girl danced in the empty field giggling wildly as she tries to remember the words to the song in her head, too busy laughing and squealing happily to care too much about them.

"Pardon me." She hears a voice call out. The girl screams and trips over her feet, landing on her butt, surprised by the sudden presence. The owner of the voice, a young boy, gasps and runs over to the girl after seeing her fall, "I apologize. I hadn't meant to scare you." He holds out a hand to her.

"Who are you?" She asks grabbing his hand and allowing him to help her up.

"I'm- I'm NJ." He says with a nod.

"NJ? That's not a real name." She says skeptically.

"That is correct. It is- a nickname. That is what people call me, and that is what you may call me." He tells her. She scrunches up her face for a moment.

"What are you doing here?" She asks.

"I was going for a walk and when I heard you singing I felt compelled to find where it was coming from." He says.

"You were going for a walk? By yourself?" She frowns.

"Well, you're by yourself. Aren't you?"

"Well- that's different." She crosses her arms.

"And how pray tell is it any different?" He asks.

"You are clearly far from home." She tells him.

"How do you figure that?" He blinks at her.

"Well I know you're not from my town plus you don't talk like people do around here."

"What do you mean?"

"You say things like 'pray tell' and walk with your nose up like you're smelling the trees. Plus you said 'that is what you may call me' and nobody around here says things like that."

"I don't understand, what is the problem with the way I speak?"

"Nothing- it's just very obvious that you're not from around here."

"Well, my father says that as an upstanding member of society one must carry themselves with dignity and eloquence at all times."

"An upstanding member of society? That doesn't even make sense. You're like nine years old."

"I am ten actually and what does that have to do with anything?" He huffs.

"Carry yourself with dignity and eloquence? Ten-year-olds don't do that and they don't talk like that either."

"Oh really and how old are you?"

"I'm nine."

"And yet you understand what I'm talking about just fine so what does that say about you?" He scoffs. She can tell she's riling him up- she doesn't quite mean to but he's so strange to her she can't help it.

"It says I can read a book but I don't talk that way. No normal kid does, at least not around here."

"Fine you're right. I'm not from here."

"So what are you doing creeping around here?" She asks.

"I wasn't creeping- I told you- I was walking and I heard your singing. When I found you I wanted to know what you were doing there, that's the only reason I even said anything to ask what that was you were doing."

"What do you mean?" She frowns.

"The way you were moving around the field. It was- bizarre."

"It's called dancing." She scoffs.

"I've never seen dancing quite like that."

"What? They don't dance where you're from?"

"We Waltz."

"Waltzing. How incredibly mundane." She rolls her eyes.

"Oh what do you know." He huffs.

"I know how to have fun, but since you are mister dignity and eloquence I don't think you'd like that very much."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"It means having fun, the way you're meant to, wouldn't fit your whole 'dignity' thing. It would require you to let loose and you are as stiff as board."

"Try me uh- I never got your name." He frowns.

"You never asked for it." She shrugs.

"Well, what is it?"

"Everyone calls me Meadow." She tells him.

"Meadow? Is that actually your name?" He inquires.

"No, it is a nickname. That is what people call me, and that is what you may call me." She says mimicking him from earlier.

"I like it. I think it's beautiful." He says as though it is a fact.

"Thank you. I like it too. That's why I use it." She tells him just as factually.

"Right, of course. Anyway, could you teach me- what you were doing?"

"The dance?" She frowns.

"Yes." He nods.

"Well it wasn't any specific steps- you simply feel the music and let your body move." She holds out his hand to him. He grabs it hesitantly and she's quickly pulling him along as she starts singing again, swaying this way and that with no notable pattern, and at first he struggles to keep up. It isn't until a minute or so that he starts finding his own rhythm and dancing along with her. The way his body moves feels freeing in a way he's never felt before. He can't quite figure out how to express the feelings he's having at the moment so he takes to laughing and shouting the way he heard the girl do when he first saw her. She laughs along with him until she's all out of breath and she happily falls into the grass.

"What are you doing now?" He asks her, confused as to why someone would lay in the dirt like that.

"I'm resting. You should too. You're breathing heavily." She points out.

"Well yes but- the ground is filthy." He frowns.

"I knew it, mister dignity and eloquence can't get down and dirty like the rest of us." She mocks him.

"Yes I can."

"So sit down. Who cares if you get a little dirt on your clothes. When you return home you'll bathe and wash them and everything will be fine." She shrugs. He grimaces once more before joining her in the grass. He sits beside her, "now that wasn't so hard was it?" She asks.

"It's not a bad thing to want to be clean." He frowns.

"No no, of course it isn't." She says.

"You're being disingenuine aren't you."

"Yes. Good job on noticing mister d and e."

"D and e?" His face contorts in confusion.

"Dignity and eloquence is a mouthful. So I shortened it." She shrugs.

"Are you going to continue to call me that forever?" He asks.

"I'm fairly certain forever will only last today." She sits up.

"Why's that?" He tilts his head.

"You're not from here. I doubt you'll be coming back often. And if you do what are the odds it's on a day I'm also here." She stands and he follows suit.

"What if we made plans to meet up again?" He asks.

"Then perhaps forever would last more than a day." She says walking through the meadow.

"Where are you going?" He asks following her.

"I want to show you something." She says.

"What is it?" He asks.

"You'll see when we get there." She replies venturing towards the dense forest that lines half of her meadow.

"Is it far?" He asks.

"Not really." She tells him slipping between the trees with ease.

"Is it safe?"

"Absolutely." She nods.

"What if we get lost?"

"We won't." She tells him.

"How do you know?" He asks nearly tripping over a branch.

"I know these woods like the back of my hand- besides, I will always know my way back to the meadow." She says gliding through the wooded area like she's part of it. NJ struggles to keep up with her a bit, unfamiliar with the unevenness of a forest floor.

"If you're sure." He frowns.

"I am- relax, we're here." She says stopping at the edge of a body of water and squatting down.

"What is this?" He asks stopping beside her. She tugs on his hand, forcing him to squat beside her.

"Look at that." She points at a white flower on the edge of the water.

"It's a flower." He says.

"It's a lotus flower. They grow even in muddy areas that would be hard for most flowers to bloom in." She explains.

"So?"

"It's my favorite plant. It reminds me that if this delicate looking flower can bloom and even does well when its environment is tough, then I can face adversity and come out better." She smiles.

"You're quite the optimist then."

"I don't know if I would say that really. My mother would say I'm resilient." She tells him standing up.

"Why did you show me this?" He looks at her. She shrugs.

"Don't shy away from challenges in the name of dignity and eloquence. Take life head on." She begins walking away from the water.

"What do you mean?" He asks chasing after her.

"Exactly what I said." She calls over her shoulder.

"But I don't understand."

"You will when the time is right." She says. The two make it back to the meadow.

"Why are you speaking so ominously?"

"I just have a feeling you'll be needing the advice at some point. I'm not sure why so I can't explain what you'll need it for because I don't know, it's just a feeling."

"You're bizarre." He notes.

"Says the ten-year-old who only knows how to waltz and is obsessed with dignity and eloquence over having fun."

"I- I find it difficult to argue against that point." He frowns.

"Well yes, because it's true." She says.

"Maybe so." He shrugs. The sound of a bell tower can be heard in the distance, causing the young boy to turn in the direction he came from. He listens to the number of tolls before gasping.

"What's wrong?" She asks.

"I- I have to go. I've been gone for too long." He says with a nod.

"Alright. Do hurry up. It'll be dark before long."

"Thank you lotus flower." He smiles.

"Lotus flower?" she frowns.

"Yes. I think I'll call you that if that's okay."

"Oh- okay. I don't mind."

"I'd like to hang out with you again." He tells her.

"I'm here most days around the same time. I'll be here tomorrow if you can find your way back."

"Okay. I will see you again tomorrow." He says before running off. The girl watches the strange boy until he's no longer visible. She wonders idly as she walks home what the result of this young boy's presence will be. Since it appears he'd like to make regular visits she must ready herself for what may come. Hopefully in time she can learn about NJ, starting with his so-called nickname.

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Prologue

#bts #bts rm #namjoon x reader #kim namjoon #royal au #The prince's first love

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cheemken · 10 months

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Do the other champion know that Cynthia is sharing a body with Satan himself? Or is that just a lil secret she has?

Also Iris and Hau have me laughing when I think about them in the villain champion AU. Cause like they’re evil, but they’re also teenagers. Like Iris will wake up, get ready for the day, kill someone shitting on Hau’s name, and then go play some video games with her friends when she’s done champion stuff. These two will strike fear into people one minute then go fuck around with friends the next

One last question, how would the champions be exposed for what they’re doing? Or is it already known and people just stay out of their way

Ohh,, ghm yknow I do wanna say that only Diantha knows abt Cynthia sharing a body w Giratina, mainly bc I do have this concept that the first champion meeting Cyn attended w Gira, Giratina sensed Yveltal w Diantha, and he's all "there's something about that human... Something familiar..."

"what do you mean?"

"Yveltal. That traitor."

And just jcmxnd ough yknow Dia and Cynthia by themselves at one of the summits maybe, the meeting just ended and hey maybe Gira, as Cynthia, asked for Diantha to stay a bit so they can talk, and ofc he's trying to sound like Cynthia, acting like he's also curious about the myths of Kalos, about the legendary Pokémon there

And imagine Diantha just giving him this smile, stands up from her seat and slowly approaches them, and Gira somewhat felt this icy cold fear when she came closer, pinning them to the wall, a hand on their neck, right at their pulse, "oh, darling," she softly says, hands on their cheek, thumb slowly guiding its way to their left eye, tracing over the scars, "do you honestly think you can fool me?" And she brushed away the hair hiding the left eye, revealing Giratina's eye, black vein like lines coming from the eye, "and do you honestly think you scare me?"

Gira growls at her, black tendrils emerging from their back, "you're merely human. I can kill you right now."

"so are you," she pressed on to the socket, her grip tight around their neck, and Gira can feel the pain, "so incredibly human. So incredibly fragile." She smiled at him, her eyes glowing bright, glowing like Yveltal's, "Cynthia won't let you do a thing, right, my darling?"

And while Gira's grip on Diantha's tightened, the tendrils began to disappear. Diantha nodded and leaned in, her grip loosened on their neck, "very good, Cynthia. You trained him well." And she finally lets go, giving one last look at them before she leaves, "oh, and Yveltal said it's nice seeing you again. He hopes there are no hard feelings, as he did what he had to do. Wouldn't you do the same?"

Cynthia and Giratina are left all alone, Cynthia's asking him a million fucking questions, and Giratina's there, wondering if Yveltal truly became powerful enough to have influenced that human, or perhaps there really was smth abt Diantha that just seemed... Powerful. Needless to say, Giratina insisted that she and Cynthia becomes close, if Diantha was that powerful to go up against a god, the God of the Distortion World no less, even without any Pokémon with her, then she'll be a valuable asset

And pfft yo fr tho the kids are vibing in the villain au hahaha like they legitimately killed a few people maybe Hau was still processing that bit, but Iris has a body count now man like fbdnn it's up there w Lance's body count it's insane, but then yknow she's like what, freshly 20 and her lil bro is just 15, ofc she's gonna be a bad influence in an actual sibling way too. Like they'd try to disobey Diantha and sleep till twelve just to play their games, and it's nice yknow bc even tho w all the shit going one, somehow they still found ways to be mundane w each other. The champions are all fucked up fr, but hey least they're fucked as a family—

Yknow w that tho since Cynthia is their enabler, imagine if these two also know about Gira and Cyn sharing a body. Imagine them at the rooftop of one of the leagues tho, trying to pull a prank from above, then shit happened and Iris and Hau are falling, and in her panic Cynthia used Gira's tendrils to catch them, pulling back up to the roof w her. Imagine Iris just "HOW DID YOU DO THAT?!"

"please don't tell the others but Giratina is kinda sharing my body so I kinda also have his powers too—"

"that's so cool!"

"...would I get powers too if I fuse with Kyurem—"

Ur honour they may be fucked up in the head but they still share one braincell and not even Gira is using it, he became an enabler too

Anyways w the last one,, I,, wanna say it's only Leon that was known, bc ofc he became somewhat of a tyrant in Galar, the same w Lance, how people know he actually has no trouble in downright killing someone who gets in his way, but the other champions?? I don't think they'd be exposed or anything bc they know how to hide things rather well, especially Diantha, and especially since she taught Iris and Hau how to mask their intentions. And like, yknow maybe the people of Galar and Kanto/Johto did call out for the other champions to try and help their own champions bc they're kinda terrified of them, and I want the others to be so reassuring to the people of Galar and Kanto/Johto that they will help Leon and Lance, that nothing bad will happen to them or to anyone, but really they just told Lance and Leon to be more discreet

And ofc, it worked, the people believed those lies, the people believed those fake smiles that Lance and Leon would give, and god the champions thought the people were so naive and pathetic, believing anything the most powerful trainers would tell them. But hey, guess that made things easier for em :)

#also yknow maybe #just maybe the others will find out abt gira and cyn sharing a body hahah #cause imagine cynthia saying 'the gods shall forsake thee' when someone eats her ice cream #and the others are all 'cynthia wont ever say that' 'yeah shed say fuck you'#i really love this au hahaha #like the concepts of it are cool hahah #theyre all a bunch of killers but theyre also ✨found family✨#but also the ANGST #imagine the angst fndmnd #like the ones w family too imagine how their fams would react to all that shit yknow fnmdnd #villain champions au #pokemon champions #an ask and an answer #jerseyk112

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temporalbystander · 8 months

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Okay... So this isn't a list of ever thought I'd make but it got into my head before I went to bed last night and I needed to post it. Please, do NOT hit read more if you are just a sweet summer child when it comes to the depths of the internet because what I'm about to say? Gets dark.

Okay. Now I mentioned in a previous post why characters like Alya or Lila get me angry. And, as I was scrolling through YouTube, I started to put a little list together of traits that normally give me such angry reactions and it occurred to me that, more often than not, these traits only really come out in anime characters.

So let's start this with the only universe where I have an OC, one of the originals, Naruto.

Now people hate on Sakura and the leaf village and I was not any different at the beginning of Naruto. Now my hatred of the leaf was for a very obvious reason, their treatment of Naruto. You see I always had two issues with this, they were so certain that Naruto was Kurama and blamed him for everything the fox did. So this means that A) they didnt trust the fourth hokage's sealing ability to keep them safe and B) should all the crap they be doing to Naruto make him snap? They expected the ninjas to take care of it.

Then there's the other option in that they knew the kyuubi couldn't hurt them and so they took their anger out on an innocent kid who has no clue why people hate him. Not really sure which paints the villagers in a worse light.

Say what you want about Hiruzen's shitty secret keeping skills, if Naruto had found out about Kurama BEFORE Iruka took a shine to him? The leaf would have been destroyed. And I would have laughed.

But anyway, let's move onto Sakura. Oh Sakura... Now I warmed up to her when Shippuden came around but before then? She was the focal point of why I disliked the other characters. It's not because she was in love with Sasuke, Ive seen plenty of stories where love interests don't make sense, and it wasn't how useless she was either. She may have been outclassed for the entirety of the pre timeskip era but the girl tried, I'll give her points for that. No I hated her for the same reason I hate the village, the other genin rookies, and everyone who called Naruto an idiot while praising Sasuke. Sasuke is one of the first to recognise that Naruto is strong. Naruto is the reason that Sasuke pushed himself as hard as he did in the wave arc and beyond. You're going to sit there and tell me that the one ninja pushing your "prodigy" to do better is a dead weight who won't ever compare to said prodigy? Yeah right. Bite me.

With that out of the way Sakura is the perfect representation of the characteristics that I just can't stand, albeit to a much more mundane nature than the next person I will rant about. She's useless, an idiot, a simp and a whiner. Now then, with that all said, can you guess which character triggered my hatred last night and made this the first thing I needed to write today?

.... No?

It's Zenitsu. As much as I like demon Slayer I could not watch passed the first season because the thought I'd have to deal with that whiny waste of space some more? Oh it turned me right off. Now sure the little trait of him having mastered a single form so well that he can do it in his sleep? Yeah it's cool. The fact that he gets so scared he faints and is then able to use that technique? Is interesting. Every other moment he is on screen? Makes me want to stop living.

Now with his first introduction it was kind of neat. A character who understands how insane their career is? Who wants absolutely nothing to do with slaying demons but is, unbeknownst to them, able to survive an encounter because he's mastered a technique to such an extent? Was not something I could remember seeing before.

Hell his willingness to die for Nezuko because Tanjiro asked him to protect the box? Despite knowing there is a demon inside? For the sole reason being that Tanjiro actually puts up with him? It was incredibly sweet. The entire scene where you find out that he knew from the beginning that there was a demon in the box, yet trusted Tanjiro enough to protect it anyway? Was incredibly touching and made me think I had underestimated him.

.... And then he saw Nezuko and all my respect for him went out the window.

Now don't get me wrong. I don't mind a simp. Sanji is one of the most well known anime simps and Brock from Pokemon is probably the earliest simp people would be exposed too. The difference is the confidence. When Sanji and Brock start simping? It's funny. When you need to drag a blubbering Zenitsu away from a girl he only met once before? That's creepy. And pathetic. And a waste of precious screen time that could be spent on badass demon slaying or cute Nezuko moments. Or badass Nezuko moments.

But that's it. Demon Slayer isn't for me and I could live with that... Until I saw what the fandom thought of them. The fact that people shipped Zenitsu and Nezuko? Sickened me. But hey, I don't have to agree with everyone's opinion. There are those that think Ron and Hermione are good together just because that's what JK Rowling said. Clearly those people are wrong but they are entitled to their opinion.

And then... I found the porn. Now let me say this. I'm a man of the internet. I've seen many a childhood character ruined by the 34th rule. I've managed to sit through all of them. But the moment the Zenitsu and Nezuko video started. I was overcome by the urge to put Zenitsu in a blender.

I don't mean a giant one and turn him into a smoothie. No I mean I wanted to hold the lightning crybaby down and shove his extremities into a regular blender and listen to him scream. If there has ever been a character in anime that has been least deserving of another? It's Zenitsu. He doesn't deserve the love of a girl. He deserves repeated kicks in the crotch until he learns to stop blubbering.

#tw violence #my thoughts #ooc #mun post #anime salt #tw sexualization of minors #glad i googled Nezuko's age because now Im even angrier

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leithianxx · 2 years

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I've been trying to tease apart why I've gone so terminally feral for this show in particular, and I think a big part of it is because it captures the feeling of falling in love so accurately that I feel like I'M falling in love. Butterflies in my stomach, nauseous when I think about it, can't STOP thinking about it love.

As much as we all love a classic rom-com/love story flick, they have wreaked havoc on our expectations of romance. The purpose of those films or shows are to play out our most grandiose fantasies of love and relationships, a level of drama we could never actually attain, as a form of escapism. There are no manic pixie dream girls whose sole personality is a brand of quirky that fits your interests and saves you from your disillusionment in life. In reality, pursuing someone so intensely without ever giving up or taking no for an answer until they finally win their love interest over has become a trope so pervasive that its bled into the insidious romantic imagination of Nice GuysTM world wide. In the real world, you probably will never have that spinny camera kiss in the pouring rain after you've beaten the odds and live happily ever after, and you might feel like nothing you can experience will ever live up to that feeling. Not to mention they're all heteronormative as fuck.

In OFMD the friends to lovers journey is tentative and slow. There's no moment where one of them takes their glasses off and they suddenly see the other in a whole new light. There's no one sided whining and pining, where there's no real interest in friendship and they only stick around hoping to someday get in the other's pants. They deeply care and fret about not ruining their friendship, about not making the other uncomfortable or pressured. Most of my personal long term relationships started out as friendships, and it was a delicate drawn out testing of the waters before it naturally evolved. And this is particularly common in queer relationships where the lines between platonic and romantic love are often blurred because there are no models of courtship to look to for guidance.

I've seen people talk about how their kiss was too awkward, but that's how real first kisses are. Confessing your feelings is mortifying and nerve wracking, and hearing it makes you blush and stammer. You miss their lips and knock your heads, you don't know where to put your hands. You're nervous. It's not perfect but it's sweet.

And hats off to Taika for absolutely nailing true heartbreak. It feels like your world is ending and your life has come crashing down like they show in the movies but it also makes you feel small and soft and scared. It's the squeak in your voice when someone asks you how you are and you can feel yourself trying not to cry but you can't stop it. It's feeling so emotionally exhausted that you can't even bring your self to be angry, you'd just rather curl up into a ball and die. It's thinking you're moving on until something small reminds you of them and you ugly cry until snot is running down your face and you can't catch your breath. It's hiding under your covers and writing shit poetry in your notes app.

OFMD isn't "I wish I could experience this love story." OFMD is "I have experienced this love story." Falling in love can be the most huge, overwhelming, transcendental part of the human experience. It doesn't need exaggeration. It's the little things, it's like Mary says. It's them understanding your idiosyncrasies and finding them charming. It's exposing each other to new things and new ideas. It's laughing a lot. It's passing the time well.

It's mundane and it's amazing. It's easy, it's like breathing. This show has made me fall in love with the idea of falling in love all over again.

#our flag means death #ofmd #our flag means death meta #ofmd meta #our flag means death analysis #ofmd analysis #david jenkins #edward teach #stede bonnet #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #edward x stede #taika waititi #rhys darby

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(^≗ω≗^) anon here awawawawwa i missed you too persie uni is absolute shit and i hate it but like chile whatever also this is--holy shit, very very long so im sorry in advance LOL

okokokok so--- Imagine being vampire gojo's crush bestfriend accidentally turned bloodbank after you find out he's a vampire bc he forgot to feed one day. Imagine being the only person gojo goes to about anything on anything, it doesnt matter whether it'd be for smthng mundane like the dishes or the extreme like murder your his to go person on anything and everything, and you the same. Imagine being brought to those fancy vampire galas, and have men and women alike leer at you bc your the only human there and your blood smells so good, but none of them can ever go near, bc the vampire that owns you is the heir to one of the biggest families, and even then neither of those big shots can go near you or touch a strand of your hair bc the minute they do their immediately pinned to the wall and gojo a millimeter close to just obliterating the guy, but lucky for them your quite the pacifist and manage to soothe your vampire all the while mouthing for them to gtfo, and then being pinned to the wall and have your own skin branded with sharp vampiric bites and love bites over and over again--to drive them away he says but you arent so sure when he looks at you w dilatated pupils and a glint that could only scream minemineminemine--you're mine.

Imagine being the only person he drinks from, his teeth sinking in your skin, branding you as his and you are in your head and in his heart but neither of you know that yet. Imagine being domestic with him bc he insisted on moving in w you bc its more productive and safer this way, and be too scared to ask him what are we really? bc you have blurred the lines of bloodbank-vampire and bestfriends too much that you have no idea what you two are anymore, what you are to him but not what he is to you because you know you love him and perhaps thats why you're so so scared-- but never saying anything because its not like it mattered right? right?

and then imagine one day things change. imagine gojo ignoring you for other women and even no longer needing blood from you bc he has blood donations sent to him whenever he has to feed.

imagine being quiet at first. because you dont want to make a fuss and it wasnt like he was yours anyway so it doesnt matter--it doesnt bother you really.

imagine snapping one day when the woman he' seeing tells you--mocks you, ridicules you and belittles you for being human, for being just a bloodbank, and that her beloved toru no longer needed you, and that you'd better off dead. imagine one day as he's leaving in that scrumptious suit for another women that isnt you--that bitch who laughed at you and who he doesnt even like because you know what his face looks like in genuine happiness a face he has shown only to you and reserved only for you and you making up your mind to put a stop to this sham he's creating for himself for the sake of other people who dont even matter, because its for the greater good he tells you and you wonder when he has believed in bullshit like that?

imagine you pinning him with a glare that could have killed him if he was human maybe against the door just as he is about to leave, and even though he could just easily push you off he doesnt bc he loves you and would rather die than hurt you and you know you know because you feel the same and want him to stop thinking that maybe your better off without him because that kind of thought is bullshit really--and then you kiss him like a mad woman in the face of insanity. its messy, its dirty, its its, its--all you've ever wanted really. imagine rutting your hips against one another fully clothed desperately chasing your highs and then cumming just a few minutes later bc good god are you bothe desperate for each other, the two of you breathing heavily and minds swimming, but oh no--oh nononono you arent done yet--not after the bullshit he's put you through. imagine you forcibly tilting his head by tugging his hair harshly a strained moan leaving his lips as you sink your teeth in his sensitive skin an action that repeats for almost an enternity before finally finally you pull away satisfied, and about to leave him there--because he was going to leave first after all right? when he grabs you sobbing, cock straining in his slacks as he sobs and sobs please and i need you and im so so sorry i love you to which you break at and kiss him tenderly for praising him good boy before helping him up and into his room where you ravage him until he can't walk properly anymore

thots: vamp!gojo

♡ note: ‘m sorry uni is shit nonnie :(( i hope u get a break soon so u can relax!!! also i added a readmore so this wouldn’t clog the dash or anything. g*d u got me so good RIGHT IN THE FIRST SENTENCE!! i love the idea of vamp gojo x human/bloodbag reader 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 the thot of it scrambles my brain.

♡ pairing: sub vampire gojo satoru x dom human reader

♡ word count: 1.3k (WHAT THE FUCK?)

♡ warnings (for text below): gn reader, dom reader, vampire gojo, sub gojo, blood, blood drinking, marking, hair pulling, crying, not proofread

gojo brings you to the fancy shmancy vampire galas because they’re boring as fuck (and you make them way more bearable n entertaining) and he wants to show you off. he knows that your blood smells so good, and tastes even better. he prides himself on the fact that he’s the only one who will ever know how good you taste, how intoxicating your blood is. the minute anyone makes you feel uncomfy or looks at you the wrong way gojo is so close to losing his shit. but he reins his frustrations in- thanks to your help- and chooses to release his emotions through another way.

he pulls you away from the hustle of gala to drink from you in a secluded hallway n marks up the entirety of your neck. he tells you it’s to act as deterrence but it’s hard to believe that’s the full truth when he appears so self-satisfied when looking at his handiwork.

yes yes yes. i love the idea of you being the only person he drinks from. he wholly trusts you, and vice versa. he 100% makes up an excuse for you guys to move in together. it’s safer this way n i can protect you 🥺🥺 he says. he’s not exactly lying: he does want to keep an eye on you for his own peace of mind, but he also just wants to be around you. i also know he’s a little shit who will refer to you as his lil bloodbag.

the change…..that’s SO gojo. he’s the opposite of stupid, he’s well-aware of your feelings for him, but when he finally comes to terms with his feelings for you???? he shuts down n starts acting like a fucking dummy.

you still share a home together, but he’s around lot less. gojo goes out with random women more often and the number of times he feeds from you rapidly dwindles until you cannot even recall when the last time he drank from you was.

you’re hurt but you keep your mouth shut. after all, you and gojo aren’t dating, so you have no right to be jealous or act so possessively over him.

you reach your wit’s end when his latest companion- a beautiful vampire who you only know is a member of one of the oldest’s clans because gojo made sure to talk about it- decides to open her mouth. the vitriol she spits is fucking annoying, but what really gets your blood boiling is how she speaks about gojo like he’s hers. she makes sure to emphasize “her toru” this and “her toru” that as if she really knows anything about gojo.

because you know damn well she knows nothing about him. from their interactions you’ve witnessed, you can tell that the way gojo acts around her is all fucking fake. it’s a perfect little facade that he puts on for nearly everyone, everyone except you because you can see through all that bullshit after knowing him for so long.

so when gojo comes home after his latest outing with that fucking insufferable woman, you corner him. with more strength than he know you possessed, you pin gojo against the wall as soon as he crosses the threshold of your home. you level a glare at him that would kill him if he were human. gojo could escape, but he might hurt you by doing so, and gojo would rather die than bring you any harm.

all the anger and hurt you’ve been feeling over the past few weeks comes bubbling to the top, and the words just start escaping your mouth. you ramble and ramble about everything from how you’ve been feeling to all that shit that woman spewed at you, and gojo’s face just falls. he knew he was treating you like shit, but he didn’t know just how badly he hurt you. (he definitely didn’t know that you were getting harassed by his latest companion. he makes a mental note to cut off all ties with her and somehow get her back for it.)

gojo cuts you off and just blurts out that he wanted to keep you safe. he trips over his words- which is something you don’t see too often- in his explanation that he didn’t want you to get hurt or threatened any more because of your association with him and that you would be safe from any harm if he left you alone. it’s basically the closest thing you’ll get to a love confession from gojo.

your head is spinning with all this information, and the sudden confession, but the one thought that rings that loudest is what a fucking idiot. you tell him so before you crash your lips against his. he goes rigid for a moment before loosening up again and reciprocating. between each messy kiss, you mutter how he’s so fucking dumb and how he’s the biggest dick you know and how you love him, you love him, you love him.

it’s not what you envisioned your first kiss to be with gojo. you thought it would be something sweet, maybe a little romantic, but it’s nothing of the sort. it’s messy and desperate as you try to convey your every feeling for one another through your actions. hands are roaming everywhere, exploring areas you’ve never touched before but always dreamed about. you’re both quick to cum the first time around- the friction feels just too good. you stand there, chest to chest in the hallway of your home, mind hazy from your orgasm and clouded with the knowledge that your feelings are reciprocated.

and you’re reminded that your feelings were returned the entire time but gojo decided to be a dumbass and push you away instead of talking to you like an adult. not only did he push you away, but he decided to entertain other women, including that fucking bitch of a vampire.

the fog clouding your head lifts, and your energy is rejuvenated. gojo is still in a slight daze when you tangle your fingers into his hair. an abrupt, slightly pained moan leaves his lips when you harshly tug on the snow-white strands, forcing him to bare his neck for you. a pleasured cry escapes him when you sink your teeth into his neck, at the same exact spot he normally feeds from you. you bite so hard that his pretty pale skin breaks. the distinct metallic taste lies heavy in your mouth when you lap up the drops of blood dripping from gojo’s neck with your tongue. a stream of whimpers fill the air as you mark gojo up the same way he used to mark you up. when you pull away to look at your handiwork, you’re satisfied. hickies litter gojo’s pretty skin, and you know that they will be there for awhile even with his advanced healing.

you make a move to pull away because you’re still feeling a little petty. it’s only fair to leave him like this when he made you unnecessarily suffer for so long, you think. you blink when gojo loops a hand around your wrist and draws you close once more. he’s nearly on the verge of sobbing- pathetic apologies spilling from his lips as he attempts to convey how sorry he is. his cock, pitifully straining in his slacks, rubs up against your thigh.

you’re much too soft, you think as you roll your eyes before gently wiping away the tears that have fallen down his cheeks. you kiss him tenderly, and this is more like what you envisioned your first kiss to be like. it’s sweet and passionate with both of you pouring all of your emotions into it. when you separate, you peck gojo on the lips once more. you coo that you love him too, you love him so much, and that he is such a good boy, your good boy.

this time, you are the one to loop a hand around his wrist, guiding him in the direction of his bedroom to continue what you two have started.

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #sub jujutsu kaisen #sub jjk #jjk thirst #jujutsu kaisen thirst #saint.anonymous #around the hearth #saint.(^≗ω≗^)#sin too much #saint.gojo satoru #shrine.jujutsu kaisen #long post #tw blood #tw marking #tw dom reader #pls let me know if i need to add more tags !!!!!

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craptsukii · 3 years

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genshin boys and terms of endearment they'd use

a/n: this is my first time writing headcanons and ngl i found them quite difficult to format :( i’m liking this style for now, but things might change later on teehee anyway, lemon cake update next week, i promise!

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let’s get something out of the way first

diluc is not a jerk

sure, he might have tsundere tendencies but he’s definitely not as cold as people make him seem

in my opinion anyway

i like to call him a classy, but also a very private, softie

i can totally see him as someone who’d use terms such as darling, love, doll

a major factor here is the time and place

in public, he tries to seem more indifferent and will most likely refer to you by your name

however, in a more private setting, he has no inhibitions and actually prefers using nicknames!

I feel like diluc would want to really reassure their partner he truly cares about them, but in a direct yet indirect way

and calling you sweet things seems to get the message across.

listen to this while reading!

If only time could pass faster. Who knew waiting could be such an agonising activity? Such a simple but repetitive thing. Waiting for your cake to finish baking, waiting for the morning to arrive and even waiting for your lover to come home turned out to be much more of a challenge. It wasn’t unusual for Diluc to spend hours on end at Angel’s Share, but it was rather odd of him to break his promises.

A sad smile took over your features, remembering last night. Remembering his words, so sweet and benign, promising to dedicate you all of him and his time. His crimson red eyes, full of love and admiration for the person he held so dearly to his heart. His voice, so demure and nothing but a soft whisper, as if raising it would ruin the moment. The moment he shared with you in a little dark corner of Mondstadt, away from curious eyes and sharp ears. The moment he so desperately wanted to hold onto. Yet, the darknight hero was nowhere to be found.

By the time he finally arrived, your eyes were already closing. It was a gloved hand that pulled you out of your somnolent state. Yet again those same red eyes were looking into yours with the same devotion, if not stronger than the night he made his promise.

“Forgive me, love,” he pleaded in a shushed tone, “Kaeya came in and started causing a commotion and I couldn’t just leave.” he continued, his thumb brushing over your cheek delicately.

Too tired to say anything, you placed your hand over his, silently asking him to join you in bed. You had all the time in the world to discuss tomorrow... Hopefully. After discarding his black coat on one of the chairs and taking off his shoes, Diluc plopped in your shared bed, not even bothering to change into something more comfortable. Soon his arms were around your waist, bringing you closer to his chest. His smell reminded you of grapes and it completely enveloped you as you nestled into him.

“If only I could turn back time…” Diluc murmured to himself, kissing the top of your head. “Nothing will come in between us and our time together tomorrow. I promise you, darling.”

Turns out that, in the end, he does keep his promises.

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my very polite baby

like sure, he’s straightforward

but he be treating everyone with respect

you might be wondering why that matters

well that's because i think xiao would see it as a little rude to not refer to someone important to him by their name

names play a major part in xiao’s past

with rex lapis re-naming him after taking him under his wing and such

so, in my opinion, xiao finds calling out your name way more meaningful than nicknames

although if he were to use one it would probably be dear

it’s short and he can still address you as “dear (name)��

it does sound quite formal at times though

Moments like this were rare. Usually, sleep doesn’t concern your lover in the slightest, as it rarely comes to him. Although you couldn’t help but admit how much you loved it when he did come and sleep. Cuddled up next to you was the vigilant yaksha, the well known protector of Liyue. And dare you say, it was truly a divine sight. In the wash of the morning light, his face took the appearance of an old photograph, so nostalgic, so at peace. Slowly, one of your hands brushed past his face, placing the few rebel aquamarine strands that were cascading down his cheek behind his ear. For a moment, you find yourself in perfect silence, Xiao’s soft breaths being the only sounds that could be discerned. Without realising, you started softly rubbing his back, your heart leaping at the content purr that followed shortly after.

It was almost impossible to put into words the joy this brought you. Although it was such a simple, mundane thing, seeing Xiao so at ease was by far your favourite memory with him. The more you studied his features the more your sight fell upon his lips. The sudden urge to kiss him overwhelmed you, wanting nothing more than to cherish and show your lover the affection he deserves.

If only the sudden chirping of birds didn’t scare you, barely a few inches away from his face.

Curse those birds and their awful timing! And so, you backed away, laughing to yourself in self-consciousness, thankful that no one was aware of your little mishap.

Or so you thought.

You felt your face get warmer the moment you saw Xiao looking at you, drowsiness still coating his eyes. Yet again, for another short moment, no sound could be heard.

“____ my dear” he said, his voice deep and hoarse, snaking his arms around you as he brought you closer to him, “if you won’t do it, I will.” it was then the flush across his cheeks became apparent to you. Shame you didn’t have time to savour it, his lips immediately finding yours in a sweet, dream like kiss.

Moments like this were truly worth treasuring.

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in contrast with xiao, childe loves calling you cute nicknames

in fact, he barely uses your name!

sometimes he likes to tease you and pretend he forgot your actual name

of course that’s not true,he could never do such a thing

I can totally see him use pet names such as comrade, girlie, cutie, shawty, sweetness, princess/prince, baby

ok i know shawty is kind of random, but i think he’d use kind of ironically?

I think he’d also use big sister/brother just to tease you, even if you’re younger than him

he heard teucer refer to you as such one time and it honestly melted his heart a little bit

as a side note, seeing his siblings get along you makes him genuinely happy.

listen to this while reading!

Spring was such a beautiful time. Especially in Liyue. Especially on a date with the one and only Childe, eleventh of the Fatui harbingers. For someone with such a fearsome title and reputation, it wowed you to no end just how charming, just plain adorable, Tartaglia can be. Albeit, it was only your second date, it was expected of him to at least try to be nice.

And on time.

As you waited, under that beautiful sky, a hue so gentle between cloud and baby blue, you watched each bird upon wing. It was one of those spring days with a kiss of coldness that somehow heightened the warm rays of the sun. You paused to admire the flowers, to sense their aromas, to be in the moment with their transient beauty.

“Lovely, aren’t they?” asked Childe from behind you, a shy, perhaps slightly embarrassed, smile painted on his lips. “Sorry I’m late, I really overestimated my juniors’ capabilities and I had to step in.” he continued, gingerly taking hold of your hand, kissing the back of it.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his gentlemanly antics, although you enjoyed them nonetheless. “Don’t worry about it, you’re here now.” you reassured him, as you took a hold of his hand, already leading him towards nowhere in particular.

Another thing you liked about him. Things were so casual, so easy-going. One might call this date nothing but a hangout, but not every date has to be a luxurious five star dinner or a fancy show. Sometimes just a simple walk along the Liyue port was enough. Enough for you to get to know Childe, enough for you to like him even more.

Suddenly, Tartaglia was in front of you, his hands lightly taking hold of your face.

“Hold on cutie, there’s something on your face,” he answered your silent question, seeing as you looked a little confused. The next thing you knew, his lips descended upon yours. It was a sudden but very much welcomed kiss. A kiss that unfortunately ended just as abruptly, “it was me.”

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favourite peepaw

also prefers using your name rather than nicknames

but he’s not completely against them

he finds them quite nice actually

and he actually enjoys being referred by one!

like imagine going for a stroll with him and all of a sudden you go "darling, look!"

he'd look so content oh my lord

in my opinion anyway

he’d usually call you honey, my beloved or even my one and only!

you could be doing the simplest of things like reading with him under a tree

and he'd go "you're my one and only love"

no, he isn’t aware of how cheesy it sounds.

listen to this while reading!

Who knew the God of contracts could be such a romantic? Usually, Zhongli wasn’t a big fan of fancy, elaborate dates. He’d usually say something along the lines that “spending time with you was enough for him to feel like the richest man in the world”, which he technically was even without your presence. But, quite frankly, it was because he lacked the funds to do so that he didn’t pamper you every moment of the day.

So when you found yourself face to face with an array of different foods, meticulously prepared and arranged on a soft picnic blanket, you couldn’t help but wonder —

“Why the sudden change?” you asked, sitting down on the plush cover, to which Zhongli only chuckled.

“Am I not allowed to change my mind?” he replied in a teasing tone, flopping next to you.

“Oh, you are more than welcome to do so,” you winked, pouring some tea for both of you. It smelled like chamomile, “I was just trying to say it’s a nice change.” you continued, taking a few sips of your tea.

Zhongli only hummed, content with your response. Sometimes, sitting in silence, all while eating delicious brunch foods and drinking sweet tea, was much more enjoyable than small talk.

And so, you spend the rest of the day with your lover, basking in the sunshine and each other’s company. In his embrace, there was something so right, something that felt right, smelt right. You let your body sag, your muscle become loose. In that embrace you felt your worries loose their keen sting and your optimism raise its head from the dirt.

“You’re so beautiful, my beloved,” he whispered, cupping your face and kissing you gently.

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avid user of nicknames

partially because he finds them cute

and partially because he loves teasing you

he’d use them in public and try to get a reaction out of you

like let’s say all of a sudden kaeya is back hugging you, pampering your neck with kisses

saying something like “what’s wrong, baby?”

he’d also use hot stuff, sweet cheeks, gorgeous, handsome, cutie pie, treasure

sometimes they’re really sweet, other times they’re really silly

side note, i feel like this one got a little out of hand sorry yall i lowkey can’t take kaeya seriously

listen to this while reading!

There was something so heavenly about a kiss in the rain, a tender moment that just wouldn’t wait. It was that burst of love that is expressed, not caring if the water soaked through to chill the skin. You felt yourself gasping for air as Kaeya’s lips left yours, doe like eyes searching for his. Behind that brilliant shade of blue sparkled a glacial attraction. So complex and mysterious, it was magnetic. It made you want him even more.

Upon seeing your dazed state Kaeya smiled, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. His hands found yours. “Let’s get you of here before you catch a cold.” he said, leading you down the streets of Mondstadt. It was the middle of August, and you got caught in nothing more than a summer rain. You weren’t even cold, but alas you let it slide, enjoying seeing Kaeya worry about you, even if it wasn’t as serious as he made it seem.

There is something about a rain-washed pathway that invites playful feet, that says each new step will be rewarded with a splash. And soon, you found yourself splashing around, making the most out of this accidental rain shower.

The moment you finally reached your home, Kaeya wasted no time, his arms already wrapped around you in a tight embrace. Yet again, a gasp escaped your mouth, Kaeya’s cold lips leaving goosebumps behind each carefully placed kiss on your neck.

“You know what’s the best way to get warmed up, treasure?” he asked, his hands ghosting over your hips.

You shook your head softly, awaiting his answer.

“A good old dance party!” he exclaimed, spinning you around as he started humming a cheerful. “Nothing gets the blood going like a little movement!” it was obvious he found great pleasure in seeing your more than confused, if not disappointed, expression. Still, he paid you no mind and continued dancing with you all while singing a cheery melody.

It was quite save to assume there was never a boring moment with this man.

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my favourite elevator boy

doesn’t love nicknames but doesn’t hate them either

i see him as an action speak louder than words guy

and although he’s aware that, as his partner, you know that

he still feels sorry for not being as vocal as other people when it comes to talking about his emotions??

so cute terms like these are a simple way he can show his appreciation for you

for some reason, i think he would really like using diminutives??

he’d call you things like little star

or baby or lovebug

i think it really matches his vibe ngl

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The breeze blew warm announcing the coming of summer's hottest days. The aroma of the tall grasses were an intoxicating perfume and the starry night above was a painting more sublime than any man could create. The clarity above became reflected in your mind.

Being with Albedo meant putting up with the unholy amount of hours he’d spend on whatever research he’d be conducting at the time. And luckily for you, his next big discovery involved the stars. On the black sky above you, there were a multitude of stars and there were lighter patches, clusters of faint and bold light, the constellations altered according to the time of year. These were the same stars that greeted the ancients, the same ones that would be there in millions of years.

As you enjoyed your little midnight snack, your gaze fell upon the chief alchemist. His eyes were fixated on the landscape above him, utterly fascinated by the world’s mystic beauty. Seeing him so consumed by his studies made your heart feel warm. It was adorable to see him like this.

Your sudden yawn made both you look at each other. Albedo’s gaze was filled with compassion, and perhaps a little remorse for making you come with him so late in the night just to stare blankly at the sky.

But you knew this wasn’t such a trivial thing.

You pet the spot next to you, silently asking him to sit down with you, to which he immediately obliged. As his head found its place on your shoulder a little sad smile made its appearance on his face.

“Sorry for making you come here with me, baby.” he said, his hand drawing patterns along your thigh. “I know this isn’t your idea of quality time.”

“Any time spent with you is quality time, silly.” you giggled, kissing the top of his head. “And besides, who doesn’t enjoy a little bit of stargazing?”

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ok now for venti

i feel like with him the tone he uses is very important??

i mean this also applies to the rest of the guys

but for venti even more so

he could simply refer to you by your name and it would still feel all special and bubbly

nonetheless, he loves using pet names!

i mean as a bard, he can come up with poems and such on a whim ( flashback to the signora moment :) )

so his nicknames for you always have a certain meaning or funny story behind them

oh, you love pumpkins or had an unfortunate accident involving one? now he calls you pumpkin all the time

he’d also call you things like sunshine because to him you bring so much joy and you warm his heart just like the sun.

with that being said, good luck to those pulling for him! <3

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“There you go! You’re really good at this!” Venti complimented you, observing in great detail the way your fingers touched the strings of his lyre.

Judging by the curious stares and even odd looks you’d get from time to time, that wasn’t really the case. What was supposed to be a simple walk around the city turned out to be a full concert. Although Venti couldn’t find it in his heart to tell you, who asked him so eagerly just a few moments ago if he could teach how to play a song, just how… Poor was your attempt.

A relieved sigh could be heard the moment your fingers left the strings, although Venti’s reassuring smile never left his face. “Don’t let a few strangers discourage you! Even the greatest geniuses had to start somewhere!”

“Are you saying I’m a genius?” you asked teasingly with a raised eyebrow, laughing at his flustered face.

“Let’s not go that far…” he murmured, winking cheekily.

“And here I was, thinking I could wow you with my insane musical skills…” you whined sarcastically, handing him his lyre as you continued your stroll. It was then Venti stopped in his tracks. Upon his face, shock was written all over, his expression soon turning sympathetic. For a moment, he left you alone, diving into the crowd of people, only to return to you with a single cecilia flower. Its fragrance was sweet and fresh and its color a perfect white. Shortly after, he gently placed it behind your ear, smiling to himself while looking at you.

“You don’t need fancy tricks to win over what you already have,” Venti said, kissing your cheek lightly. A cheerful tune could be heard across the street, Venti’s soft melody attracting a lot of attention, “I’m all yours, sunshine.” he said loud enough for more than a few people to hear.

He has such a way with words, doesn’t he?

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rhiezus · 2 years

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noah as your bf

⇾ it goes without saying the fact that noah is a very warm, charismatic person who loves being loved perhaps that's the reason why he had so many relationships so first is advice is to not be scared by how many came before you.

⇾ he is very caring about the people he enjoys spending time with, his favorite thing is making them laugh and appreciate the things that make him happy so that you have something interesting to share.

⇾ if he is interested, he is not hesitant in showing, in making easy conversation, in casually asking you things about yourself, and eventually, if you do open up to him he'd start sharing about him too.

⇾ noah has always been the most approachable kid of the kangs, this fact lead to many girls and friends chasing him during his school years, contacts that he never actively said no to just because he didn't feel good denying their affection.

⇾ of course, because of that many girls dated him for his money and status, things that he knew but didn't take much into the heart because the relationship would end sooner or later.

⇾ so if you're dating him, date him for him, not for what you heard about him or might show you or you might think he is. (trust me, is not as easy as it seems, it might get blurry)

⇾ that being said, dates with him are gentle, comfortable, and sometimes even spectacular. don't get me wrong, his favorite dates still are watching movies together but if he is feeling particularly special he might take you to a nice restaurant, with a nice view, or surprise you taking you to the concert of your favorite artist... like i said, he wants to make you feel good, that is enough to bring a smile to his face.

⇾ if things go right, he'll make you feel very special by the end of every evening, he'd take you to his place to drink some beer and chill, that's noah's code to sex.

⇾ and uh, boy, lemme tell you about sex with noah kang okay? yes, it is pretty much everything you would expect with sex with noah kang, but there is more to it than what meets the eye, starting by how good he is at saying things and how slooooow he can take things even when he is so eager. let's not even get to the topic of size though.

⇾ so if you're saying all these marvelous things about him and how much he dated, why the fuck is he still single? well, he might seem like the best but he is very complicated deep inside.

⇾ noah is the kind of person that looks for more than just a sex connection, he likes to have complex conversations, deep observations of life, he likes to explore not only different and exciting things about love but also the mundane ones, the ones from day to day life that makes us who we are.

⇾ he wouldn't blame you for not having the patience to deal with his somber days, or to understand not only the good side of things, but he would expect your support even if slightly just to know he can count on you.

⇾ counting on you is important, not only to be his girlfriend, but to be his partner, his companionship, his friend.

⇾ so if he asks for something, with the voice full of irony and holding back laughter is because that is important, even if he is not telling you it is.

⇾ he likes special gifts and little romantic things that aren't exactly cheezy but still go to show what you guys are and how that makes him happy.

⇾ a lot of homemade videos! he has special video cameras that he takes places, sometimes he just films stuff with his phone or even yours... just small moments, between you, him and the life all around. it's cute cause at the end of every month or so, he makes them into these little short films and you guys watch them together.

⇾ noah will drive you wherever you want to go, he'll pick you up and he'll take you home with the soft radio on and a smile on his face.

⇾ i know it can be intimidating meeting the extension of himself: his family, especially when they weren't easily impressed by the exes before you, but if you're truly meant to be with him it will be pretty obvious so you won't have much to worry about.

⇾ he is a little too much of a people pleaser, so he'll take you to meet all his friends, all the places he likes to, songs he listens to and movies he loves... everything, he's like a little excited kid with a new friend.

⇾ once you start making your own memories then it's all about the places you both like, the comfort of each other.

⇾ the one noah love is not the one he can't shut up about but the one whom he knows about, the comfort and trust in his words go way beyond excitement, they are actually calmer, soothing, and familiar when he is truly in love.

⇾ and loving you is in every detail, is in the way he watches you with his eyes and the way he calls your name and the way he gently sits beside you... and quickly it becomes words in his everyday conversations with you, a reminder that "i love you" means "my life is you, with you and i'm so incredibly glad"

⇾ for all that is worth, being in love with noah is like riding a bike, the first time you're a little scared because of the way it's so infamous and everyone knows so damn well, but once you get the hang of how it turns, runs, you just want to keep pedaling; moving forward, because he makes you feel like the wind, always somewhere new in your soul.

#*ty #noah.#nao vou mentir escrevi isso no trem hoje

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scentedcandlesandcookies · 3 years

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So I was inspired by @mrpenguinpants (go check out their work I'm referring to below this paragraph) and wanted to do another genshin fic. The interactions here can be anything you want it to mean (besides qiqi ofc). Also this is very self indulgent.

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Self hatred, self loathing, blood, depressing thoughts ig(?), momentary oblivion of you squint.

Also I'm on mobile so I'm so sorry for not being able to add a read more option!

Somehow you knew without knowing. You said things without needing to say it. A vessel of purity and wholeness. You had so much to give.

But how much was too much?

Qiqi called yours name on a rather sunny day. You were just about to head to Bubu Pharmacy when she ran up to them.

"Could you help me pick herbs? We always go together."

You knew what she meant in ways she couldn't convey. You were special to her, to everyone. You weren't aware of it though.

Knowing the worth of others was easier than knowing the worth of yourself.

"Of course, Qiqi, I'll always have time for you."

Qiqi loved your smile. It felt familiar. Qiqi saw you as an older sibling. She loved you in ways she couldn't express.

"I'm only good to be your ladder though! You know I'm not good with naming herbs!"

On a cooler day, Zhongli called you to have some tea with him. The both of you sat at a teashop watching the harbor through the open window.

The gentle breeze touched all uncovered parts of your skin. The smell of the sea dancing underneath your nose. The sunset painting a melancholic picture.

"The ocean looks sad today."

Zhongli looked at you rather confusedly. After promptly sipping his tea he responded.

"How can an ocean look sad? Something so old shouldn't be humanized."

The last sentence was more for himself than anything. You didn't know, but he sometimes loathed himself for all he'd done. He wondered if all the blood spilt was worth it.

You reminded him of Guizhong, so ready to see things in a new light without judgement. He often hears you sing to glaze lilies around Qingce.

"How could we forget what all the ancients did for us?"

A day after some much needed rain, you spotted Ganyu. Busy as ever, she was handling the unending work she often received. You decided to help out.

"Good morning, Ganyu. You seem to be someone who'd appreciate and extra pair of hands."

The joking atmosphere seemed to help lift the weight more than your hands. Ganyu giggled a bit.

"Some help would be much appreciated."

The rest of the day didn't feel like work. Ganyu felt the days of her childhood rushing back to her. Days without worry or work. Everything felt warmer, the sun began peeking its head out of the clouds.

"I'll do my best."

You visited Hu Tao on a gloomy day. The clouds were gray and it looked as if it was about to rain. You entered the doors of the funeral parlor with the permission of the ferrylady.

Unfortunately, Hu Tao wasn't feeling very Hu Tao that day. Walking into her office, she seemed lost in thought.

"Hu Tao?"

The gift of candies laud forgotten on the desk. You moved to place a hand on her shoulder. A gesture of your listening presence.

"They're just pranks, and I'm just trying to get business. Like everyone else, its just...different."

Pulling her in for a hug, just being a strong unbreakable pillar for her sake.

"They don't see all the things you do behind the scenes. That makes them immature, not you. I don't think they know why you do the things you do, and you know what? That's okay. You know what you're doing, and that's the best thing you could do. You're doing so well."

Liyue knew you so so well. An unbreakable pillar. A foundation that so many people needed.

What would happen if you ever crumbled? Well, that could never happen.

You visited Xiao on a rainy day. No heavy downpour, just a normal pitter-patter kind of rain.

You held a new dish in your hands, thinking that Xiao should try a new dish. Not to 'be more human' but to just try a different taste of life.

"Why are you still coming here? Its a long way from the harbor."

You simply smiled at the ground and put down the dish. Too afraid to sit on the railing, you opted for the floor.

"Being lonely isn't fun."

"As I thought, you're still so blind. Loneliness is my only company."

You laughed for a moment.

"Guess I should change my name to loneliness then."

You dared not to look at the mighty yaksha. You were just a pathetic human after all. Letting the dish sit in your lap, you outstretched your arms behind you.

"And you can't go around telling people they're blind! We all see things differently. You might think you need to spend eternity in loneliness, but we all crave to be loved or appreciated. Xiao, you're stuck with me."

You closed your eyes and turned towards Xiao, giving him a smile.

You felt the dish being taken from your lap and heard him sit next to you.

He began eating the warm soup.

Today was a bad day to go out. Heavy rain and a dark atmosphere. But you had commissions knocking against your income. You were preoccupied with something else though.

Everyone's busy. I really need some help but everyone's busy and I don't want to bother them.

You admired Qiqi for braving through her life as best as she could.

You admired Zhongli for his wise and comforting views on life.

You admired Ganyu's persistence in her work, but most importantly in herself.

You admired Hu Tao for being herself even when others shamed her for it.

You admired Xiao for living through such mundane life, day after day.

You wanted to be just like them, but you just couldn't do it on some days.

You wanted to hide. You wanted to bitch about your day. You wanted to give up. You wanted to hide yourself to avoid judgement. You wanted something different. Someone different.

Someone who wasn't you.

You never looked as good as everyone else. Your voice never sounded right. Your never seemed to be mentionable or noteworthy. And on some days you were okay with that.

Am I really going to be another grain of salt?

You trudged through the thick mud, ignoring the blisters on your feet. The rain seemed to taunt you as it settled in your clothes, your bones.

All you could taste was steel. You couldn't remember the last meal you ate. You felt so tired. You wanted to just stop everything.

But how could you? How could you when everyone else went on? It was just one last commission. They all have so much on their plate, you couldn't burden them anymore.

But your lungs burnt, you couldn't feel your fingers on your right hand. Where was your weapon? When did you lose your bag?

Why were your eyes so blurry? Everything sounded so loud. You just wanted to sleep. You were tired. You were trying so hard.

Why was it so fucking hard?

Why couldn't you do it? Why were you always so unsure? Why didn't you work as well as the others? Your feet moved by themselves. They weren't going fast enough. Your body wasn't good enough.

You're not enough.

You think you're at your destination. You don't know. Everything feels so unclear. Everything feels wrong.

Then there was warmth on your back. It was so warm, so comforting. It finally lulled you to sleep.

The millileth pulled the mitachurl's firey axe from the back of your corpse.

You were confused when you woke up. A girl with brown hair and a hat was frantically calling someone. You were in a lobby of sorts. There were others talking about people who left. They didn't look like people. They were see through.

See through just like you.

"Aiya! Why aren't you listening to me you idiot! You scared us! What happened?"

The girl seemed to be the only normal person here. Suddenly you felt like you've been ripped from that foggy place.

People were calling the same person's name again. Over and over. You were just trying to continue sleeping when you were violently shaken.

"Hey! Whats your problem!"

You shook the person off of you. A young man with a green tattoo and dark hair. A taller man with amber eyes and brown hair. A woman with horns and silky looking blue hair. That girl from before who wore the hat. A small girl with light purple hair and had a talisman on her hat.

"You're alive! Thank the archons! We were so worried when we heard the news! " The lady with the horns looked as if she was about to cry. You felt bad but the tension was awkward.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are."

Ty for reading! Leave a like and a comment if you enjoyed it! I hope some of yall picked up the hidden meanings hehehe~

Part two here:

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cuteykat · 3 years

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Perhaps some angst/fluff if you're up for it? Maybe Shanks and Luffy who's s/o just wants them to take something seriously for once? But like usual they kinda just let other people walk all over them/insult them and they don't care? So their s/o who is nOT A FIGHTER tries to teach the bastards who insulted them some manners?

But she ends up getting kidnapped or something? Fluffy ending with angry Shanks and Angry Luffy? S/o finally sees them taking something very seriously.

I'd prolly be terrified watching them go from ☺️😘🙂 to 😠😡👿

Warning: mention of stockholm syndrome in luffy’s reading!

Word count: 2.5k words

Luffy:

It was a rainy day on a fall island. You and the rest of your crewmates decided on coming to the island for supplies but for the upcoming storm that was soon to come, they decided to stay here and stay in a hotel. Everyone had their room except you and Luffy to which you shared one. You both decided it would be nice to spend more quality time with each other and this afternoon you both decided to go on a date to a nice small restaurant. Everything was going great till Luffy started bringing up how he wanted to be a pirate king and people started laughing

“ Seriously?! King of the pirates?! What kind of joke is that!!” Laughter could be heard as more people smoke “ Are you that stupid?”

You try to speak up but Luffy stops you and smiles at you. You both get your food but all you could focus on was people laughing at him “ Luffy you aren't going to do anything about it?” You ask having your voice be laced with irritation

“ Why would I?” Your lover ask while shoving food in his face

“ Because it’s not right for being to make fun of you! Your dream is inspirational and is a part of you. Plus” you start to mumble “ all I can hear is people laugh at you and it hurts to know that you're just letting it happen”

“ It doesn’t bother me (name). You shouldn’t let it bother you either, it’s not like they are making fun of you” Luffy finishes up what seems to be his 4th plate before asking for more

The whole date was a disaster and you had it when people started throwing stuff at the man “We're leaving!”

Luffy goes to ask you why till he sees tears forming down your eyes. You both leave the restaurant not noticing how some people were staring at you.

Both of you get to your room and you sign hearing the rainfall and the thunder hit the ground. You put your hands in your face and when Luffy goes to hug you, you deny him “ Luffy I need to go for a walk. I’m not upset at you, well I am but more upset at the others” you walk to the door and give him an air kiss before opening the door and leaving to walk to the lobby

“ I love you Luffy, I just wish you wouldn’t let people walk all over you like that. Maybe I’m just not understanding his view on all this. I should apologize” you go to walk back but you feel someone grab you by the throat and feel a cloth over your mouth before passing out into someone’s arm.

An hour goes by and Luffy starts to get concerned. Usually, when you are upset you take a 30-minute walk at most, and not noticing it’s been an hour he starts to worry and goes to Nami’s door to which she opens looking confused

“ Has (name) come here at all?” Luffy asks to which the women look surprised

“I thought you two were on a date. She hasn’t come here. Did you do something lu-“ she sees Luffy start to worry before seeing women walk to them with an envelope in her hands

“ Monkey D Luffy. Open this when you are alone. It’s an important note for you” the women let out a small smirk before leaving having her skirt drag against the floor

Nami looks worried before seeing Luffy walk off but knows once Luffy has his mindset on something you can’t change it but decides to let everyone know about what’s going on.

Luffy goes back to his and your share room and opens the envelope reading the letter

‘ To the man who wants to become king of the pirates.

We heard of your little dream back at the restaurant and when you didn’t get angry at it we decided if you really could be strong enough to somehow make that idiotic dream of yours reality. So let’s play a game, shall we? You and you alone shall try to find out the base is in town. You have 24 hours before we leave. If you win you can take back your lover. If you lose we keep this adorable girl like ours.

You have 24 hours since the envelope was delivered to you. Have fun and if you try to get any help, the girl gets punished’

Luffy's aura intensifies. He’s filled with rage, he was gonna kill the bastard who kidnapped you if it’s the last thing he does. He storms off out of the hotel into the cold rain.

You were awake now being in a strong caged. Your limbs tied up to a wall with chains and only a small bowl of water like you were some animal. You try to pull on the chains to which you felt a shock of electricity go through your body making you scream. You see two men walk up to you as one goes to hold your chin

“ Such an adorable little pet aren't you? But as a pet we have a few rules you will follow. If you don’t you will be punished. The more you misbehave the worse the punishment is.” He stands up and claps his hand as one of his men now speaks

“ The rules are as listed, no pulling on your chains, no asking where you are, no begging for food, water, or any mundane things like that. No asking for personal information. No going against what the leader says. And rules that may be added to the list” the man leaves before a woman enters being beautifully dressed up and hugs the leader

“ I use to be his hostage but now I can’t get enough of him and I wanted a new plaything too and you seemed too cute to pass up. Don’t worry love, you will grow to love it as I did along with his other lovers. Who could deny such a beauty like him? A real pirate”

“ He’s not a real pirate-“ you start to scream being shocked again but with higher volts and start to cry. Your body goes limp against the chains. Your lips part as your breathing gets heavy. You were in so much pain already. Physically but also emotionally. You felt so weak and so scared. You wanted to fight back but couldn’t. You close your eyes wanting to see Luffy again and your crew. You wanted to be saved and held into your lover's arm and hear his laughter, to see his smile, to feel his heartbeat and feel warm in his arms “ Luffy...” you put your head on the ground having it be near the water bowl

“ Aw, is my new pet thirsty? Go ahead and drink up, I won’t deny you water. And if you behave you will get some yummy food later. And in 24 hours you can get so much more~” he smirks watching your figure. You were so cute, so beautiful. He wanted you to be all his, to make you his pet, his plaything.

Time goes on, hours felt like days to you. You were exhausted, wanted to be free wanting to be with Luffy. You couldn’t cry, Couldn’t scream couldn’t do anything except being a rag doll. You were starting to lose hope until you hear a scream from one of the henchmen. Your body lifted you on your own having your hopes start to be lifted and next you knew it you see him, your lover, Luffy. He was different from his regular cheerful self. His aura was strong, violent. It was pure anger and hatred.

“ Luffy” you call out quietly having your arms tug on the chain not caring if you get shocked.

Luffy looks over to you. He was concerned but he had to deal with the other problem at hand first. He grabs one of the men looking directly at them, daggers in his eyes. “ where’s your leader?!” Once the man answers he puts them down and finds the leader. You see Luffy walk away but the next minute you could hear screaming and crying. You had a feeling Luffy was taking care of the problem. Everything went silent for a minute as the cuff comes undone and the cage opens. You try to stand and go to him but your legs shake being in pain along with your arms and neck. Luffy scoops you up gently and hugs you like he never wanted to leave your side again

“ Let’s get you back to the hotel and have chopper check your wounds. I promise I won’t let those things happen again”

You nod your head and close your eyes falling asleep. You were exhausted. Luffy carries you back to the hotel where he brings you to chopper who looks surprised but starts to work on you carefully not wanting to hurt you. Luffy stays right beside you having his usual smile not come back yet.

After a bit you wake up to see your captain look at you. You notice he isn’t smiling and you move your arms ignoring the pain to grab his mouth and form it into a smile “ I don’t like seeing you this upset. I love you Luffy and I love your smile”

Luffy was still upset but seeing you awake makes him feel better and he starts to smile and put his straw hat on you before getting into bed with you and hugs you slowly going back to his regular self. You both make jokes till you fall asleep again. Your head on his chest and his fingers roaming your hair “ No one will ever hurt you again” He was gonna be the pirate king and make sure no one would ever hurt you again.

Shanks:

Today was a sunny day as you and your crewmates had stopped on an island to stock up on some things. You along with the rest of your crew were now drinking at a bar partying like usual. You sing and drank with everyone until some other people started making fun of shanks and throwing alcohol at him. You couldn’t stand it anymore. This was supposed to be a friendly party. You were getting upset and one-sentence sit your mind to ablaze

“ How are you even a pirate with one arm?!” They laugh and made fun of to which everyone just laughed off like it didn’t bother you, and especially shanks to who smiled and laughed it off

“ How is this not bothering you shanks?! You are the best pirate and you are gonna let them walk all over you? I can’t sit here and watch it!” You usually never yell and lash out but the alcohol you drank changed that “ You are not going to do anything?!”

“ Why would it bother me cutie?” Shanks says holding up his glass to which you pushed away causing the man to be shocked

“ I’m not gonna sit here and watch all this happen! I can’t stand when people make fun of the people I care about! I-I’m heading back to the ship!” You get up and walk to the ship to which shanks wondered why you were so bothered about it.

You walked to the dock until a man grabs you from behind pulling you close from the waist, a knife to your neck “ Do you belong to that red hair pirate? You know we are looking for some beautiful pirates to join us?” The man licks his lips to which you try to get away but the grip on your waist becomes are hard as a vice grip he cuts off part of your hair on digs the knife into your neck having a bit of blood drip “Don’t you dare try to run darling. We wouldn’t want to mess up your beautiful skin now, would we? Men!”

Three-man come up and tie your arms and legs together putting along with a cloth in your mouth and bring you to their ship which wasn’t that far but hard to see in the dark.

45 minutes go by and shanks get concerned. He knew you were drunk but the thought of you being hurt concerned him. He rather takes you being angry than hurt. He goes to stand up when hearing a flare go off and the other people that were there smirk and leave and before they all leave a smirk looking at shanks “ Make sure you have... everything~”

Shanks immediately caught on. You weren’t back and the leader had left and now they are leaving to a signal of a flare. He didn’t like this one bit.

Within a second he next to one of them holding him by the neck “ Where is she?!” His grip gets sharp and his eyes turn into daggers “ If you don’t wish to tell me you may not get your last word” he says with venom laced into his words. To anyone who pissed Shanks off was getting a death wish. The man and his crewmates caught onto this and regretted this decision by their leader.

The man being held by the neck speaks “ The docks on the right side of this island” he chocks out and falls to the ground to which shanks crew tries to follow him but shanks look at them giving them a signal to go to their ship.

Shanks walks to get to you, everyone who saw was immediately scared. Who dared to upset this man and what would happen to said person. People avoided him and when getting to the ship he didn’t dare to hold back the way he felt. She stepped inside having the waves shake and he sees a man holding you by the chin whispering sweet nothings in your ears.

You looked over and try to run to shanks but the chains kept you doing so but before you could say anything the chains were cut off making you run and hold your lover tightly. His arm holding your body to which he saw the man looking scared and backing away

“ One thing you should know. You may laugh at me, make fun of me and do what you think is funny. But the minute you hurt my crew and my lover, your DEAD” shanks picks you up and holds you walking away “ Let’s get you back love. I promise no one will ever lay a hand on you again darling” shanks start to carry you away but looks back at the men glaring at him to which he will never forget “ Your lucky you didn’t hurt her. There would not remain a single piece of you left”

Shanks gets you off the boat and brings you back to their ship where he holds you in his arm and the lap the rest of the night.

I hope you enjoy reading it!!

#shanks #shanks x reader #shanks headcanons #luffy #luffy x reader #luffy headcanons #one piece #one piece x reader

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scvrllet · 3 years

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If you're still doing these, could I get a 🎫 concert ticket for Harry Potter and Once Upon A Time?

Glad to have found your blog!!!

I'm Lucifer, but people call me Luci or Luce, I'm 21 (22 in September), I identifiy somewhere around the nonbinary category, but I see gender as something trivial. I'm a panromantic demisexual and prefer they/her pronouns. 6'3 tall, long wavy blonde hair, black eyes. I wear glasses and usually skirts with old band t-shirts (that I actually listen to).

I always have a bunch or rings around my fingers as well as multiple ear piercings. I'm super pale, to the point that people often ask me if I'm sick.

I'm introverted, but I can be a social butterfly if required. I love listening as much as talking. I never really talk about emotions/feelings but anything else I'mhappy to chat about. I don't really react to things apart from my facial expressions. The lift of an brow, a smirk or an eye-roll will let you know how I feel about things without verbal confirmation. I'm always calm and collected, and my voice stays monotonous no matter what ; I don't stutter, yell or scream.

I'm highly intelligent and very sarcastic, and rarely laugh outloud, but smirk a lot. I might come across as rude and blunt but on the inside I am a softie, just don't show it often.

I love literature (especially classic), arts and learning languages (I currently speak 18). I'm also musically very inclined. I study History and mythology. When it comes to hobbies, I read and collect lots of things things such as lighters, tarot cards, night lights, rocks/crystals and books.

I have four siblings and am the oldest, but I don't really keep in touch with my family that much. I have a few good friends (2 or 3) and I don't even really need much more.

I'm a Virgo, Slytherin and INTJ-A if that tells you anything.

I'm not athletic in the least, but am in good shape. My body is an hourglass figure and I also got a bunch of tattoos.

I have a bad habit of smoking, and usually having a glass of scotch or wine with me (but I never get drunk or even tipsy). I love spending time near water, but hate getting wet. I usually take long walks outside after midnight while listening to creepypastas or true crime podcasts. I love the genre horror overall, yet I rarely get scared. The only thing I'm scared of is being scared if something. And Santa Claus (<-- no idea as to why).

If I were to go on an ideal date, it'd hopefully be something original and not the cheese classics, but I wouldn't mind them either. I just want to experience new things.

I don't really celebrate holidays (e.g. Christmas, Ester) since I was raised in an atheist/witchcraft household.

If I still might add something, when it comes to relationships I'm never overly dramatic. I don't, as previosuly mentioned, yell or really even cry. I don't get frustrated or suspicious easily. If I see any inclination that my partner might be e.g. cheating on me, I ask them about it directly and will absolutely under no circumstanses go through their phone, computer or start stalking them.

You wanted 3 random things, here :

1. I can't cook shit, I have set spaghetti on fire, cracked a pan in half and blown up a microwave.

2. I'm very unpredictable, but at the same time I like to stick to certain routines etc.

3. I've had my hair dyed more times that I can count with more colors than I know how to name.

Uhhh, I think that's all? I hope you have a good day :)

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I ship you with....

Peter Pan

- Arriving on Neverland, in hindsight, was a mistake. Magic beans while very reliable were prone to mistakes every so often and so instead of appearing in the Enchanted Forest, you were on the beach of a large island. And what was the most odd of all, was not the strange feeling you felt upon arriving on the island, but the pair of eyes you could practically feel staring at you from the trees. Hoping that it was just an animal of some sort, you walked off the beach and headed to the path through the forest.

- Unfortunately for you, the feeling lingered, following you almost as you walked through the forest. Tall trees lined the path and every once in awhile you’d see some small animals scurry away. What seemed to stand out the most however were the silhouettes standing off in the side, deep within the trees but standing right below the sunlight for you to see clearly. There was four, than five, than six than......only one. Looking at your surroundings, you saw your footprints in the ground before you and it hit you. You’d been walking in circles the whole time and the silhouette was still there.

“Hello?” You called out, not sure as to whether or not the silhouette really was there.

Without a verbal response, the figure disappeared only to reappear a few feet in front of you.

You jumped back in shock but quickly regained your balance as you studied the person before you. It was a boy, looking to be around your age, with a questioning look on his face as he looked at you. “Who are you?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

“I asked you first!”

“And I’m in charge of this island!”

“You? In charge of an island? What is this Neverland?” You rolled your eyes at the possibility. Neverland was a place made up so that kids could fall asleep. Not a real place that you could visit.

“Yes it is, and I run things around here so tell me, who are you.” The boy replied, emphasizing his last three words as he spoke.

“As if, what’s next? You call your little Lost Boys to come prove to me?” You scoffed. To believe that you were on Neverland was already too much and all you wanted was to get home to the Enchanted Forest but it seems you’re stuck playing pretend with a boy who doesn’t want to grow up. A shame really

Smirking, the boy simply pressed two fingers to your forehead and before you could even say something, your mind went foggy and your vision was filled with black.

- To say you got off on a rough start was an understatement. The two of you were constantly at each other’s neck while he kept you on the island, the camp specifically, and didn’t let you leave due to belief that you were a spy of some sorts. Not that he had anything to hide. Not yet at least.

- As time went on however, the two of you had begun to form a friendship. It wasn’t anything big or odd, but it was definitely new. He’d be less of an ass to you and let you explore the island on your own (with some exception).

- Upon finding your out about your hobbies, he would discreetly try to surprise you with materials to help you engage in them even if Neverland’s magic still had some restrictions. He would still try to the best of his abilities.

I also ship you with....

Blaise Zabini

- Losing was one thing Blaise never took lightly. Competitive he was but even with his ambition and skill, it was the mundane things that revolved around luck that often made him lose. Like the stupid bet he made with Theo on whether Gryffindor would win or lose where the loser would have to make a full four course meal complete with drinks for all the Slytherins in their year. Unfortunately for him, he had lost unlike Gryffindor and now here he was, spending his Saturday afternoon in the kitchens and a cookbook Pansy had given him “to help”.

- Blaise didn’t know what he’d see upon entering kitchen. He was sure to see a few House Elves, perhaps he could ask them for help, but what he didn’t except was to see you standing in front of the stove with a pot spilt cleanly in half somehow and a fire burning below. And to make matters worst, you were simply standing there as if you had been frozen.

“Hey watch out!” He called out as a flame went up towards you. Pushing you out the way just in time, he managed to save you from the burn in return of him getting burned.

“Fuck.” He hissed out in pain. Gripping his arm as he put out the fire with his wand before dropping it on the ground.

Without a word, you simply grabbed your wand and waved it above his burn. You seemed to be muttering something, a spell of some sort, as a cooling sensation covered his wound. Looking down, he was shocked to see that the burn was actually healing.

“How, how did you.... Thank you.”

“I was practicing a charm, fire control, but thank you for the concern.”

Feeling sheepish for thinking that you didn’t have it under control, he ended up excusing himself from the kitchen to head back to his dorm where his friends immediately pounced on the chance to tease him for a variety of reasons.

- The next day, instead of going to Hogsmeade with his friends, Blaise stayed back at the castle to catch up on a paper he had failed to submit on time. Deciding on going to the library, sh was disappointed to see that almost all of the tables were taken. All but one in the far back corner. Quickly heading towards it, a sigh left his lips as someone dropping their book bag into the table beat him to the table: you.

“Oh did you need the table? I can leave if you’d like?”“ You said upon noticing him standing in front of the table.

“No, no it’s alright I just uh, planned on finishing a paper for Flitwick’s class.” He admitted.

“You can have a seat if you’d like, I’ll just be doing my own work and you can do yours.” You kindly offered and Blaise gladly accepted. He really need to finish this paper or else he’s be kicked off the Quidditch team so while he didn’t get the complete privacy he originally wanted, he’s fine with this.

As the two of you worked in quiet, occasionally Blaise would sneak glances your way which you ended up catching once.

“Hi.” was all you managed to muster out as you tried to contain the wide smile that wanted yo grow on your face.

Trying his best to not chuckle at your slightly flustered state, he mirrored your smile as he replied with a “Hello.”

#you didn’t mention romantic or platonic so i just made it platonic #long post #jens record shop #jens 4k follower celebration #(🎫) concert tickets #marvelousluci

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For the ask meme, 3) and 17), please? And maybe 25) if you're up to it? Irrelevant but I'm the Tormentil- missing/Harrierpaw ruddles from Ailuronymy – I love your writing too, it's amazing! (I'm very excited for a potential Riverclan full-length story, like MAMS, at some point – even if I have to wait quite a while)

Hello there! Thank you so much for saying so, that’s lovely to hear. Please don’t hold your breath for a Riverclan novel, though! It’s not even on my concept list at this point and there’s a lot of other stories, including full-length ones, I’m going to be attempting first. So it’s not impossible for me to write a Riverclan one--it would be pretty neat to have a novel for each clan--but I can’t promise it’ll ever happen at this stage. Maybe! But also maybe not. It’s a mystery for me too.

Now on to your questions!

Send an ask: get to know the author.

3. What order do you write in? Front of book to back? Chronological? Favourite scenes first? Something else?

For all my Warriors work so far, I’ve written from beginning to end. In part that’s just because of the episodic nature of chapters, but also I’d say that’s my default approach for all my writing. When I get into original fiction--and especially big original fiction, novel-length work--I expect I’ll be taking a much more flexible approach, probably jumping around based on the vibe sometimes, but I like linearity because the first draft is really just getting the building blocks on the page. After that point, then you start really sculpting and being clever with it and moving bits around once you have a sense of the whole.

But for me, I think that first stage is more about getting a clarity of purpose and a rough outline--and that can be done pretty well with front-to-back writing.

17. If you could give your fledgling author self any advice, what would it be?

Don’t sweat it. That stuff you think is important is completely not important at all. You’re doing all this nitty-gritty obsessive researching and “world-building” pointless, mundane aspects of the world because you: 1. are procrastinating actually writing; 2. have been tricked into thinking that’s what the “good” “serious” fantasy writers do, because that’s what a lot of boring old guys you don’t even like to read do and brag about, and you’re still believing can’t be a good fantasy writer without that, because that’s the popular image of a fantasy writer; & 3. are scared if you’re not perfect and exact in every detail, people are going to tear your writing apart for being “inaccurate” or making a mistake.

That’s no way to live. You don’t like doing it, really. You’re trying to preempt criticism from people who weren’t ever going to like your writing anyway, and I think you know that. You’re trying to imitate authors you don’t even want to write like, because you think what they write is kind of boring and flat and it’s really straight and you sort of hate it, but you feel you should since it’s what’s “right”.

But you’re not being authentic to yourself, or your vision, or your talent, or what you want to write, and you should be.

It’s really not your fault you feel this way, but you’re going to be so much happier when you realise this version of a fantasy writer is all total hokum and not your style and instead start writing what you want to, the way you want to. People are really going to like what you’re bringing to the table. It’s going to set you apart and you’re going to love writing fantasy that’s a bit weird and kooky and self-indulgent and fun and queer and all the things those old books just aren’t.

I can’t stress how liberating it will be to put on heart-shaped pink sunglasses and decide that the most important thing your writing has to be is genuine and fun for you. You never wanted to write realist fiction anyway. Secondary worlds forever.

25. Copy-paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of.

I thought about it for a bit because something I never do here is share any poetry I write, despite writing a decent amount of it. Partly that’s just not this blog’s audience, but also a lot of it I hope one day to put into publication, if only in a little chapbook. That said, I wrote this a while back on commission for someone’s character who was deathly ill and his lovers left behind, so I don’t mind sharing it now. It’s a tanka set (5-7-5-7-7, a bit like a haiku).

summer has four hands, he remembers, and twenty loving fingertips-- and it doesn't end, ever; it lasts a lifetime--at least, in his heart--even as his own fingertips grew slow and cold, his hands too weak to return a touch, to reach out and hold on, to find comfort in their warm skin and promise them that he would be okay: each new winter weighed him down with the too-familiar tiredness of a body with not quite enough life in it, like a garden under the frost, cold and withdrawn at the edges of the leaves, waiting for a sunrise that isn't coming. The ground, he remembers, was solid as stone under the snow that last winter, a final cruel laugh from the world, as though giving him to the earth--as though burying a lover--was not hard enough for them already-- but it was a pain that time alone could heal; so he waited, in the place so near and so far away, until the seasons moved once more and time brought them to his open hands, ten fingertips made of light, never to let go again. when he remembers the living world, he thinks of it better than it was and forgives it for the brevity and falling snow.

#reply #also re: future warriors stories: i'm having a good time writing all of these and i'll keep going while i'm having fun/have the time #but i'm working a lot now (full-time + my extracurricular work) and also starting to ramp up with original writing.#at some point my priorities are going to switch from this to original work. i'd like to continue both ideally but that's just how it is.#anyway just want to be transparent with all this because i'd hate for people to be hanging out for something that isn't guaranteed.

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