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animeficsworld · 4 months

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The Caged Beast

Itadori Yuji x Reader / Sukuna Ryomen x Reader

There was a curse living inside your husband.

The strongest curse was only able to stay alive inside Itadori.

Rather than choosing death, Sukuna decided to stay in Yuji.

As the years passed, many things happened.

Yuji changed, grew into a man, met you and got married.

You were a kind soul.

Someone even Sukuna looked at with suspicion.

Kind yet deadly, is the correct description.

You could be smiling, baking cookies in one second and in the next, you could be slaying curses left and right.

Sukuna had to admit, that Yuji chose well. He approved of you.

And now, after three years of marriage, you were pregnant.

Your first child and Sukuna knew it would be a girl.

A little girl indeed.

A beautiful and healthy little girl.

A true princess.

Yuji helped you every second of your pregnancy and even now with your baby.

He helped when he didn't have to go to fight.

Like now, Yuji was out with Megumi while you gave a bath to your daughter.

Yui, lovingly named after his father, was a rather calm baby. She liked to sleep and babble when she was awake.

Yui adored her father and you. She wanted to be held at all times.

A true princess.

You soon dried her with a soft towel and got her into her fluffy pyjamas.

Placing her on your chest you started to watch a show on TV.

The front door opened, but you were too immersed in the show to care.

"Food is on the table, I'm watching this, I hope the lady wins!" you said not looking away but you did notice your husband walk into the room. He moved over and got Yui from your chest, placing it on his as he sat down next to you on the couch.

His silence should have alarmed you.

It truly should have.

But it didn't.

Instead, you didn't even notice that Yuji didn't say a word until the show was long finished.

Then you felt it, the change, but it didn't scare you.

"Nice to see you from time to time. What prompted your visit?" you turned and looked at Ryomen.

His eyes locked with yours.

"I just wanted to see my Princess." he said as he ran his hand down Yui's back.

"She is Yuji's Princess." you said as you reached for your cup of tea and started to drink.

"I live inside this idiot. You made sure I would never leave. At least, let me have an hour with her."

You found it strange how Ryomen liked your daughter so much.

"You can have your hour. Just making sure you know she is not yours."

"She is My Princess. The only being on this world worth being in this idiot's body."

"Ouch. So it is not worth living for me? And here I thought we had a thing."

"I would have made you my bride. You are way too powerful for me to ignore." you nodded and began to look for something on the TV.

Yui slowly began to stir.

"She must be hungry," you said. "Her bottle is on the counter." you pointed behind yourself, not looking away from the TV.

"Are you joking?"

"It is part of your hour, go feed her."

Sukuna mumbled something under his breath before leaving to get the bottle.

As he sat in her room, feeding and burping her, Sukuna wondered if he should tell you.

Since he became a part of Itadori's body, when you bonded their souls during a fight, technically this was as much as his body as it was Itadori's. So technically, the child sleeping in his arms was as much his as it was Itadori's.

Yuji asked you during a very intense fight to bond Sukuna to his body. Destroy the rest of his fingers and kill him.

But you couldn't do it.

You love Yuji too much to hurt him, instead, you bonded Sukuna to his soul, using Yuji as a cage to hold the beast.

You didn't know but by doing so, you got Sukuna's blood mixed with Yuji's. You didn't know or rather you chose to ignore the fact.

Sukuna was sure you didn't know but had suspicions.

You were a smart woman after all.

But you loved Yuji. Sukuna was just a plus one in the mix, one no one asked for or needed. But he was there.

Yui is Yuji's daughter. And you will never let anyone tell you otherwise.

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You looked up as he exited the room, it was Yuji this time.

You smiled at him as you rushed to hug him.

"Did you put her to sleep?"

"Yup. Weird, I can't remember coming home."

"You are too tired, let's go to bed."

Yuji smiled and you both moved to the bedroom.

You quickly fell asleep when Ryomen decided that he still had 10 minutes of his hour.

He looked at you sleeping beside him, it was strange. He only ever cared about power.

He lived to see the fear in people.

And yet, you never feared him, he feared you.

Your fierce attitude, your power and that look... is that what they call a mother's look? You could make the entire room shut up with just one look of yours.

Fierce and powerful. Yuji didn't deserve you in his eyes, he did.

But he was okay with getting just an hour with you and Yui... for now.

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hiddenlife-manager · 11 months

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Jing Yuan NSFW Oral

Jing Yuan x fem reader

Extra: Smut, nsfw, oral, praise, slight dom Jing Yuan, slight sub yuan, squirt, fingering, a bit of biting, mess, oral, eating out, and more

Authors notes: Hello I am hoping this reaches everyone because I have been struggling to get in contact with tumblr support. They weren't fixing a glitch on my account hehe. Now I am back and almost full time I think. Love you all!!

You kissed up his body, placing gentle and soft kisses on each side of Yuan’s torso. You kissed his chiseled abs, and eventually you reached his chest. You continued to kiss him, reaching up to his collarbone.

"You are so pretty." The man below you chuckled out as he looked at you, kissing and praising his body.

"I’m just so lucky to have such a man." You admit it out loud, sucking at his neck and leaving dark purple marks.

"As much as I love you praising my body, I did come back to pleasure you, not myself." You shook your head.

"You’ve been so busy being general, I think it is best you relax." He slowly chuckled and grabbed your wrist. He flipped you over, and his arms were on your waist.

"I think it is my turn, darling." You shook your head as he stared at your naked body. "Stop being a brat." He placed his knee between your legs, right at your core. You lifted yourself back, arching from his knee, touching your clit.

"Ah, don't-ah," You breathed out. He kissed your legs, going up from your ankle to your thighs. He kissed your inner thighs, leaving marks just like the ones you left, but only one thing was different: his enjoyment of biting your skin. Each time he bit you, a pleasurable gasp left your lips. He eventually placed his head between your legs, his face up close to your slick. He saw how wet you were, as your panties were covered in your slick.

"You are dripping; it made sense when you were kissing me; my leg felt wet." You raised a hand to cover your face from embarrassment. He grabbed your panties pushing them to the side to see more slick pooling out.

He got close, his mouth open with his tongue out, as he went up once. His tongue made you jerk back as he gripped your thighs and pulled you close.

"You are nothing but the most beautifully tasting creature." He placed one finger on your hood, lifting it up a bit as you cried out, moaning. He placed his mouth on your hole, licking the constant slick that coated your inner thighs and your hole.

His mouth began to work, his nose poking you, and your back was arched with pure pleasure, blinding you. He removed his finger from your hood, flicking your clit with his tongue.

"Is that good, darling?" You whimpered in pure bliss. He placed one finger in your hole as his arm was still wrapped around your thighs, keeping you close. As you thrashed, attempting to get away from the pleasure. "I know you don’t want to get away." His fingers thrust deep into you, curling each time he was in you. His mouth began to work its magic, licking up the creamy mess you had made.

His face began to get covered in your mess. His mouth wanted to taste all of you. You shook your head, feeling yourself clamp on his fingers. He chuckled, and with it, you felt the vibrations from his chuckle. He placed a second finger in you, thrusting deeply into you.

"I’m close; don’t stop." He began to eat you out faster, his tongue lapping at your juices. His fingers dug deep into you, curling as you began to feel the knot. Right when he placed his third finger in your back, you arched so far up that you used your feet to pull you up. Yuan continued to suck you dry as your juices slipped out of his mouth and onto the futon.

He let go of your thighs and pulled you to him as he pulled his cock out.

"Time for my fun."

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misssclumsy · 4 months

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ki-raii · 9 months

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GOJO SATORU : BABY GIRL TENDENCIES (jjk hard hours)

W: 18+ , fluff?????, Gojo being such a babyಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ (THIS IS SUCH A RANDOM THOUGHT OF MINE? LMAO I CAN SEE HIM BEING SUCH A MENACE AND BEING SUCH AN ATTENTION WHORE, btw this is just a random scenarios and shii It's not even that entertaining :/ )

He's a strong man, HECK he's the strongest.

Although the Gojo Satoru who was known the strongest was such a baby when it comes to you.

Babygirl Sato! Who whine whenever you leave his arms for a second and would attached himself to you

Babygirl Sato! Who sleeps with only his boxers on so you could warm him up and snuggle him till he sleeps.

Babygirl Sato! Who's attention deprived, he needs your attention TWENTYFOUR/SEVEN HOURS, he just couldn't get enough of you :(

Babygirl Sato! Who slips his long slick fingers inside your tee infront of the cashier without any care just so he could touch your warm breast, and ofcourse you would let him even if it's quite embarassing─ you wouldn't want to hear his complaints and whining in the car later.

Babygirl Sato! Who loves sucking your breast like a baby, he just loves lapping his tounge on your nippy and biting on them leaving marks

Babygirl Sato! Who's giving you side eye glares while catching up with your long term friend who you encountered earlier and he would be there staring at you his patience getting lower and lower, he needs your attention already! It's been 5 minutes and you hadn't even spare him a glance :((

Babygirl Sato! Who would hug you from behind his hot breath hitting your ears, whining─infront of your friend. "Baby~ i need you~"

Babygirl Sato! Who thrust inside you deep hitting your gummy spot as the room filled with his moans and grunts. "You're so tight baby~ nggh i- I'm cum- I'm close~"

Babygirl Sato! Who laid on top of you, his face laid flat on top of your plump breast while you played with his white lock

Babygirl Sato! Who pouts when you didn't give the attention he needed

Babygirl Sato! Who's the strongest but the most vulnerable when it comes to his sweet mommy~

#jjk headcanons #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #oneshot #anime scenarios #jjk smut #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #jjk #random #random thoughts #hard hours

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msuchiha · 1 year

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YANDERE ANIME CHARACTERS X Female!READER!

Auther note - my simp ass just had this thought of making a yandere headcanons hehe!(^～^;)ゞ

Warning:- Dark themes, Mention of abuse, Female Reader , Random anime characters!

Kisuke Urahara :-

• You two met when you and Rukia went to get Rukia's order.

• Since you and Rukia gave your power to Ichigo it makes easier for him to kidnap you.

• He usually calls you ‘Doll’ and ‘Baby girl’.

• He manages to convince you that he just wants the best for you.

• You eventually warmed up to him and started loving him back.

• He usually watches Disney movies with you, your favourite one is the lion king.

• He doesn't lock you up in room, but stalks you when he's even a little suspicious.

• When someone tries to flirt with you they ‘Mysteriously’ disappear next day.

Hisoka Morow:-

• I feel like hisoka would be a possesive and obsessive yandere.

• Also, i don't think he would hit his darling unless he just snapped or got too mad at her escape attempts.

• If he has you locked up, no one could ever save you even gon or killua can't save you.

• You'd have to eventually accept your fate.

• Once you accept his love, he would let you have some more freedom but will never let you out by yourself.

Kakashi Hatake:-

• Kakashi is a possesive yandere.

• Even after being so possesive, he would NEVER EVER hit his darling.

• Because he has lost so many people's in his life, he would do almost anything or everything to protect you.

• He'd definitely keep you locked up in your house because liks he said “It's for your own good” (ofcourse you're hokage's darling)

• He will never force his love on you (he's a sweet yandere afterall).

• You'll eventually fall in love with his sweetness.

Kai Chisaki (Overhoul):-

• Super possesive (You already know lol).

• He may even hit his S/o if she try to escape. She tried to climp the window? Well, she better run!

• She and Eri would also get close, like mother and daughter.

• When the hero's went to save Eri, they'd tried to save you as well.

• During the battle vs hero's, he'd try to save you more than he'd try to save Eri.

• During his stay in the tartus he'd only think about you and only you.

• If he escapes, you better run because he will do anything to find you.

Light Yagami (Kira):-

• He'd kidnap you after a week or two of knowing you.

• He'd do anything he can to make sure L and Misa don't find out who you are.

• When you first saw him, you thought there is no way in hell that he's kira, but after knowing him better you realised that he was the mastermind behind all the murders.

• He'll be most possesive of them all, trust me!

• He keeps you on his basement and checks on you every day.

• He says he is only doing it to keep you safe.

• He whispers words like “I love you Y/n” Or “You'll soon fall for me too”. (Well, he isn't wrong, is he?)

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v3ry-cherry · 9 months

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MAYBE CLOSER IS WHERE YOU’RE MEANT TO BE

neji hyūga x reader

summary: neji is sure that his relationship with you as his roommate is perfectly defined. however, in one evening it turns out that he would love to be a cup of your chamomile tea.

genre: fluff, comfort, a bit suggestive; neji’s pov

notes: this piece is personalized special for @half-baked-biscuit who waited for this for so long. i’m sorry, i’m dumb and thank you for your patience <3

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neji likes his morning routine. he really enjoys the refreshing feeling of waking up early, knowing how easy, natural even, it comes to him. the touch of cold water splashing against his skin and refreshing him perfectly. he truly appreciates the opportunity to prepare a breakfast and consume it in peaceful silence, interrupted only by the chirping of birds. taking a sip by sip of his favorite black coffee without any sugar or milk in it — he likes it bitter, like it naturally is. consuming omelets, miso soup or whatever he likes to serve himself in the morning of a particular day the most. even though he wasn’t the biggest fan of blinding sunlight and even more of ongoing summer, he enjoyed slight rays of sunshine that were coming through the window, accompanied by all the songs singing by birds since the snow disappeared for good.

all that seemed to be some kind of ritual. the usual routine to put peace and stability in his life that he definitely needed. neji always enjoyed order and consistency, and that’s why he simply liked his life like this. so everything he was going through last weeks with you as his roommate was unexpected and completely new for him.

it’s not like you two just met — you moved here almost 8 months ago after all. but the fact that you two were similar in many ways and preferred a lot of things in exactly the same way was giving him chills. you used to wake up around the same time as he does, and it wasn’t surprising that he rarely met anyone like this before. someone to whom the breeze of morning air and pastel shades of the sky appealed similarly delightful. yet today the realization hit him like a ton of bricks because it wasn’t only the morning details anymore as much as the usual sigh of you. of your little ‘good morning’ while you were on your way to the bathroom. the strong smell of his black coffee mixed with the calming scent of your chamomile tea that used to welcome his nostrils every sunrise. and the fact that day by day he started to struggle more to take his eyes off your sleepy face and fabric of pajamas clinging tightly to your body.

‘morning, hyūga’ you murmured, yawning and gently stretching your neck.

‘good morning’ he responds naturally, trying to push every single thought that was occupying his head just a few seconds ago while taking a sip of his coffee. he wasn’t the talkative type, especially in the morning, but this time it wasn't due to scheduling his work or afternoon plans in his head, but an internal struggle with what he liked to consider as misguided thoughts.

it was one of the few times his mind didn't fall so easily into order as normally. neji didn’t know his mind was tricking him the way he didn’t like it at all. he usually keeps everything under control. anything else, in his view, was unknown, unwelcome, and perhaps maybe even a little dangerous.

because before everything else neji was a gentleman. and that’s because he knew very well that he shouldn’t be looking in your direction the way he was doing it at this moment. not with his slightly trembling hands and unexpectedly dry throat, even though he was regularly pouring it with sips of warm liquid. all these actions made him realize that what he was seeing wasn’t an ordinary sight, but something that intrigued him in a pleasing way.

because why did his body suddenly start to react so nervously to every slightest trace of your presence? that would explain as well how the sight of your bare skin under white t-shirt and black shorts was something his eyes were constantly running to. all along with the repressed fact that the surface of your hair falling freely over your shoulders and reflected by the sun's rays were unbelievably tempting for him to run his fingers through.

and besides struggling with banishing all these thoughts for the whole day, now, before 11pm on friday, he was losing his mind because you weren’t home yet. even though you clearly declared going out for one of your friend’s birthday meetings, he began to worry. isn’t it pretty natural, even for a roommate? because this knowledge soothed his frantic mind for the first couple of hours, but the fact that you weren't here so late at night was slowly driving him to the edge of madness.

he didn't usually plot dark scenarios and he didn’t like to assume the worst, therefore the thoughts that occupied his head were even more incomprehensible to him. it's not like it was the first time you came home late — this happened a few times already. so maybe it's just a bad feeling that's driving him today? maybe he should call you? after all, he has your number saved from the beginning of your acquaintance.

but then he finally hears the soft tapping of boots under the door and the turning of a key. like a huge boulder, all the stress that had kept him in suspense for the last dozens of minutes set him free. he exhaled loudly before you could get inside and notice the deeply worried expression on his confused, delicate face.

‘neji?’ the surprise in the tone of your voice when you spelled his name seemed extremely soothing to him. ‘oh, i’m sorry for waking you up…’

‘i must have fallen asleep while reading, so don’t worry.’

he lied, but it was the only way he could justify his sudden presence in the antechamber in such a short period of time. to confirm this version of events, he rubbed his allegedly sleepy eyes with the back of his hand, then watched as you slowly slipped off your shoes while examining your entire figure.

‘i still need to take a shower so even better it happened. how was the evening by the way?’ he asked after a while.

‘great, actually. we started with a movie in the cinema and ended up having a chinese food for a dinner...’

he was naturally a good listener, always paying attention to every word so as not to miss any detail. but now, though he remembered every word that came out of your plump lips, his thoughts wandered elsewhere and you almost figured it out.

‘...but the rest wasn't much different from the other days I spent with the girls. tell me about your day, neji’ you continued while making your way to the kitchen.

‘definitely not worth mentioning at all’ he said, following your footsteps.

‘so it turns out that we have nothing to talk about?’ you giggled as you put your bag on the chair.

‘seems fine to me’ he answered shortly, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

and he wasn’t lying. for now, just your presence, the rustle of your clothes and the sound of your breath were soothing to him. the soft clatter of your footsteps with the smell of soap you brought with you from the bathroom after you washed your hands, windblown hair. even your slightly tense shoulders, reddened nose or irritated hand skin. neji watched you as you stood up and slowly made your way over to him. she's just going to get some water, he thought before a slight gust of air brought your perfume to him and any other thought crossed his mind.

watching as you leaned against the top of the sideboard and tried to reach the glass made him a little nervous — what was possibly caused by your sudden closeness. he moved back a little to give you enough room for this manoeuvre but before you touched the holder with your fingertips, your body swayed as you stood on your toes. his reflexes brought him back to you with his arms outstretched in front of him, perfectly matched to the shape of your shoulders and waist, which his hands grasped.

‘did i mention 3 drinks in my story? can be crucial.’

neji didn't laugh or even smile very often. maybe he got it from his father, maybe it had nothing to do with his genes or family, but he knew it wasn't a common reaction to him. now, however, his slightly muffled giggle was spreading throughout his body, to which you were still clinging, because in response to your confession and slightly astonished expression, he forgot that he could easily put you on the ground.

‘perfect timing for this, y/n.’

and maybe he went crazy, but for a moment he thought you fit in his arms perfectly. it even seemed that you too were in no hurry to stand up. he was sure that more than alcohol it was accidental imbalance of your body that caused the whole situation so the only thing that really bothered him was how unnaturally cold your skin felt.

‘thanks for your help, neji...’

‘aren’t you cold?’ he asked, almost cutting your sentence off. his fingers were still clenched on your skin, lightly tracing its ruffled structure.

‘it started to blow a bit in the evening, but i’m not, really’

‘you should take a hot bath’ he suggested without hesitation in the timbre of his voice, gaze closely set on your slightly trembling fingers, what, in fact, wasn't really happening because of the temperature.

‘i appreciate the concern but i think i’m perfectly fine…’

‘at least let me make you something to warm you up’ and not waiting for your silent acceptance, he let your hands go, sending you a gentle smile as he turned towards the rack of cups. he picked up the one you chose the most often, considered it your favorite long time ago. you also couldn’t be more surprised as he reached for your chamomile tea. you had no idea he knew where you keep them too, but seeing his confident movements, he probably kept many other details about your daily habits because he even heated the water to the right temperature.

neji flicked the button of the electric kettle and poured boiling water over the already prepared bag of herbs. then, after a while, he moved the cup under your nose and leaned against the kitchen counter. he put his hands in pants pockets, not sure what to do next. leave, of course, he thought, but surprisingly to him that was exactly what he wanted to avoid the most.

‘thank you, neji’ you mumbled, the smell of rising steam caressing your nostrils.

‘you’re welcome’ he replied almost immediately. you stirred your drink with a spoon a few times, waiting for the tea to cool. meanwhile, neji asked about a broken cupboard hinge that should have been reported to the landlord, then he calmly listened to your complaint about the window not closing properly for the last three days, which you have already reported, but no one has been sent to fix it.

after a couple of minutes you took the first sip of the beverage which melted down your throat, while hyūga was watching the whole procedure respectfully but his thoughts began to deceive him and focus on the shape of your fingers and whether they are still as cold as a moment ago.

‘have you ever tried it?’ you clearly surprised him with your sudden question as you pointed your forefinger at drink.

‘i never had the chance’ he admitted honestly, maybe a little confused. he drunk sencha, peppermint and matcha tea many times but chamomile perhaps occasionally in the past and that’s how he did not remember it.

‘now you have! come, sit down’ you slid your cup across the table towards him, inviting him by pulling out the chair next to you so that neji, who had been standing in the same place for several minutes, could take it.

after a moment he finally, but hesitantly sat down. however, when you handed him your drink he felt that he should not give, just like he didn't want to say no to you as well. he felt guilty that you’re still maybe even a little drunk or maybe overwhelmed by all his actions but at the same time you were looking at him so kindly, just wanting to share one of your favorite things in this world.

not wanting to dwell on it any longer, he took the cup and brought it to his face. naturally, of all things to think about the only one was that your lips were here first to kiss the brew just a few seconds ago and he was about to do the same too. to imagine that he was indirectly tasting them made his stomach twist and a noticeable mark of lip balm on the cup that they left only made everything worse. he took a small sip and his heart started to beat even crazier when he poured the liquid into his mouth.

‘it tastes... very herbal.’

a sweet, melodious laugh left your lips.

‘did you expect something specific?’

‘of course i did not. but the flavor is more intriguing than i imagined.’

‘if so, do you mind more?’

‘no, thank you. i'll try some another time. the aftertaste somehow seems calming.’

paradoxically, the moment you put your lips to the cup again, any calmness left neji's body aside. he looked at them like he was doing something illegal, especially when he got a tickling feeling in his stomach, yet couldn't look away. he realized that your mouth are pressed almost in the same place he already marked with his. those same, perfectly plump and probably very, very warm lips must have tasted the warmth of his own right now. neji’s pulse began to accelerate as he lost control again and hated it in that moment like never before.

with a blink of an eye he imagined the moisture of your lips exchanging not on the rim of some ceramic cup, but on his own. once he got to know the touch of your skin today, he only relentlessly wanted more. as he accidentally grabbed you by your waist and by your wrists today, it turned out he wanted to tighten his fingers on other parts of your body too. to know how chamomile tea tastes straight from the corners of your mouth, even your tongue. what it's like to have you close not only because of an accident and to warm your body with the heat of his own. he wanted to know it all, not knowing that this desire had been sitting within him for some time, manifesting itself in an attentive focus on your person.

because all the time before neji thought it was normal that so many songs from your playlist that you listened to in your room was running through his head so often. that quite objectively he thought that you had very neat hair and he liked the smell of your shampoo in the morning so much just because it fits his taste. that he really never paid attention to your body parts at all but only pieces of clothing you were wearing because he liked your color palette. and that the daily ‘good morning’ was not really all about the soothing sound of your voice and your presence, which without he couldn’t imagine any good mornings.

he felt as if it was him who got drunk, not you, and not after only three drinks. so as a solution he needed a literal refreshing bucket of cold water in the shower. neji had to analyze his emotions alone which surely won't keep him busy just this one night but also many, many more.

as if roused from his reverie, neji rose from his chair, much more hurriedly than he had intended. forcing himself to ignore the slightly confused look on your face, because no matter what, he needed to get out of the kitchen as soon as possible. and before you could ask him anything, he was leaving with a goodbye promise:

‘next time you will be coming back this late just give me a sign. i'll pick you up.’ masterlist

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jinisnuggets · 6 months

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𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕊𝕖𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕟

𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 𝓐𝓤

Sebastian and you being married in alternate universe.

Sebastian being a history teacher.

Those days where Sebastian comes back home just to chat about all the student gossip.

Oh, his job is just so easy for him.

Literally the most perfect teacher/husband out there.

He loves to get tea with you on weekends because why not.

He often goes on rants about how much humanity has changed.

You'll help him when he has a lot of work, but he normally doesn't need it since he finishes all of his papers quickly.

Every single time you guys go out he is obsessed with petting a stray cat that you guys randomly find and somehow they let him.

He even brings all those stray cats he finds to a shelter.

He is such a loving husband, he always manages to find a way to make time for everything.

Although he does make fun of you. A lot.

ᵇʳⁱᵉᶠ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇˡᵒᵍ

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99liners · 9 months

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love is war — a. daiki

pairings: aomine daiki x wife!reader

extra characters: akashi seijuurou, aida riko

genre: heavy angst, marriage!au.

words: 1.835

warnings: bad break up, too many feelings, mentions of sex.

[disclaimer: i do not own the original animated picture, it was uploaded to wallpapercave by apple3d]

your hands shook for the first time that day as you stood there in the kitchen, the apron loosely hanging to your tired form. your left hand on the white onion that you just peeled, your right hand holding the knife, the nails of which carried the remnants of the aforementioned onion’s shell. your hand shook as you kept thinking about it, about how you just have had enough.

turns out marrying aomine daiki was not the difficult part, the hardest part came afterwards — staying married to him, cause God bears witness to how many times you have just wanted to scream and shout out of sheer hatred.

hatred not for him but his sport, his career, and now that you think about it — hatred for a part of him, too, cause basketball was not just a sport for him, it was his entire life which you have always whole-heartedly supported but sometimes, just sometimes, you want to headbutt him and then maybe, just maybe wrap your small (compared to his) hands around his neck and squeeze with all your might to watch the life fleeing through his eyes.

but guess we are not ready for that conversation yet.

shaking your head, you continued with cutting the onion, although you almost did cut your finger but it was a near miss. after you were done cutting the carrots and the beans, you moved the pot filled with water on top of the stove at high flame.

the sound of the door opening did not do much to faze you and you gently continued with putting the chopped vegetables inside the pot, now that the water was shimmering a bit. the surrounding soon filled with the familiar sound of daiki’s practice bag dropping to the floor, followed by the unlacing of his shoes and his socks dropping on the floor to which he is not going to pay another look to.

his footsteps were soft and almost rhythmic as they resounded louder with every step that he took because he was taking those steps towards you only. you knew very well what exactly was going to happen next but nonetheless you kept playing ‘don’t do it dai-kun’ in your head like a mantra and there, just when you were in the middle of chanting that mantra, it happened.

his sweaty figure hovered behind you, so close to your back that you could feel his breath on your shoulder, his hands were swift, much like in basketball as he wrapped them around your chest, his right hand falling in place — on your left breast.

“mhm, here are my favourite pair of tits.”

the smirk that must have formed on his lips is unmistakable.

‘so you have other pair of backup tits?’ you would have replied on a regular day but you kept quiet.

daiki noted your silence but continued, “and no, i do not have any pair of backup tits, yours are enough.”

he expected you to reply now maybe but you kept quiet.

and then came the familiar grinding, his lower half grinded against your ass, his boner becoming more and more prominent.

and that was it, that is what it all took.

“leave me alone dai-kun,” your voice was exceptionally low. in your mind however that was mellow cause what you expected to do was burst out, have a meltdown, break things even maybe but aomine daiki’s sheer presence just proved that you were his wife first and y/n second and you hated that, hated yourself for that.

daiki chuckled thinking nothing of it and inched his fingers near your nipple to stimulate it but your hand on his startled him. your small cold hand on his usual hotter one is what it took for him to finally understand that something was amiss.

“what’s wrong?”

“wow, the fucking nerve you have.”

“excuse me?” daiki was startled again and took a step back.

you turned around after your hand instinctively lowered the flame of the stove, “have you seen the time?”

“yeah. it’s late i know, and?”

“and what dai kun?! and fucking what? i am fucking tired. it is 12 in the middle of a god awful night and you are coming back now. i was late tonight as well and just wanted to come home to my husband but i got what i always get, fucking loneliness creeping and lingering in this ‘shared’ apartment.”

your tone change at the ‘shared’ word surprised you even. you did not mean to sound that rude.

“babe, if work is getting overwhelming and you have to put in more hours, it is fine. i will understand if you do not want to cook. leave it, we can just order something,” daiki offered you a gentle smile, his hand advancing towards you but your maniacal laugh shocked, nay, scared him. it was bone chilling. you do not even talk in a louder tone and here you were laughing an almost sadistic laugh.

“wh-what’s wrong?” daiki stuttered, probably the first time in his life, wait the second; counting the time when he proposed to you because he was shit scared out of his mind.

“of course you would not mind if i do not cook one night, aomine daiki and maybe if i stop cooking altogether, that would not bother you as well. you know what, i should stop waking up at four in the morning to prepare your bento boxes and attending your matches, taping your broken bones and taking your parents to their monthly doctor checkups. oh and also, definitely stop fucking you.”

daiki was not sure what was happening nor did he have any idea how to respond to your outburst, “baby, if it is getting hard at work, it is okay if you want to take a break or something.”

you had not noticed but you were crying, you cannot just be angry, if you are angry you obviously are also crying because that is the only way you know how to vent out.

you shook your head, “and they told me talking would fix things. my fucking ass,” you sniffled, wiping your tears as if in a hurry and pulled your shrug closer to your form as if a cold draft just passed through you, “i am leaving, dai-kun. since you would not really notice if i stopped doing any of that, i don’t see the point of even standing here anymore,” your hand reached out inside the pocket to bring out your phone.

daiki watched you in horror, like in that match when kagami passed through daiki’s defense using kuroko’s misdirection overflow. back then it took two people to faze him but here, tonight, you were doing it alone so effortlessly.

“can you pick me up?” your soft sniffles rang like bells inside his head, it was as if everything around him was moving in slow-motion.

he meant to ask you who had you called or maybe where you were going or how long were you taking a break for but you beat him to it.

“akashi kun is coming to pick me up, you will receive the divorce papers first thing in the morning,” you rushed to the bedroom after noticing his star struck expression, your tears free falling but you hardly cared about them as you hurriedly stuffed in your clothes inside a suitcase.

daiki took a while to process everything but was quick to follow you to the bedroom, “babe please, we can talk. i swear i will listen to everything you have to say.”

“you just listened dai kun, listened to everything i had to say. i am done now. i am not even sure if i want to see you again.”

daiki never knew that words could hurt so deeply cause that last bit struck him, struck him deep almost like it gnawed away a huge portion of his heart. a heart that he did not even possess for years now cause he gave it to you, in its entirety.

there was a car honk outside and he just watched wordlessly as you walked out of the apartment. how the hell did akashi come so quickly? or maybe its daiki who has lost track of time cause by the time he ran downstairs to try and stop you, you had already ascended akashi’s mercedes and left.

there, you were gone. his iris lit up with only the red from the tail-lights of the car, it was blurring at first but as the car went further away, it became smaller and smaller till it was only a small speck. you were only a small speck, or smaller cause he could not make out your figure in the passenger seat anymore. you were too far from him, too far. the only sound he heard in the lull of the night was the thud of his knees and the slight crack of his bones as they met with the sidewalk.

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“are you sure about this?” akashi’s voice lacked the usual confidence and luster.

you nodded at once, “yes. i am sure. it is way past the final quarter, i should accept my defeat and move on,” you tried to make a basketball joke to lighten the mood.

akashi’s words died down in his throat as he just offered a small nod and kept driving. an hour drive later, you arrived at aida riko’s house where akashi left soon after helping with your luggage.

you watched his car driving away, a part of you wished that he went back to daiki and maybe checked up on him. you have never seen daiki that upset but the other part of you just could not be bothered to care.

riko ushered you back inside, the warmth of her house filled you with that same emptiness as you started crying again, your blurred vision moved from one corner to the other as you noticed the christmas decoration. it was christmas eve and although the decorative lights were turned off but you could just feel it in your bones how good and bright they would be shining around the tree, a feeling you could never experience in your own home in the past three years. it was just four walls and a roof, an apartment at best, where daiki resided for an hour or two, or less maybe if he skipped the foreplay and just fucked you and then even skipped the shower afterwards to leave again for practice at the crack of dawn.

“i am sorry, i must have ruined your christmas,” your voice cracked and you repeated yourself just to make sure you were audible enough.

riko was quick to hug your shaking form, her hand rubbing soothing circles on your back, “never ever think like that again.”

you tried to stop crying but you could not, instead you just hugged her form and kept crying for what felt like hours cause her arms always felt like an older sister’s would.

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acidtookmysoul · 5 months

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The Latin Americana* Waitress on 𝗧𝗼𝗸𝘆𝗼 𝗚𝗼𝗱𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀

#anime movie #00s anime #anime screencap #anime classic #tokyo godfathers #satoshi kon #perfect blue #paprika anime #retro anime #classic anime #old anime #old anime aesthetic #anime style #anime screenshot #adult animation #anime scenarios #anime character #early 2000s anime

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berryflyy · 3 months

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Kou Mukami Aesthetic Irl

Kou's aesthetic is trendy, edgy, and dark

The colours I'd associate with him are pink, black, blue, and red

Pink happens to be a color he wears a lot and its associated with his bright idol personality

Black is because of the darkness he carries within himself

Red and Blue represent the extremes of hot and cold, reflecting his dual personality. These contrasting colours vividly illustrate his two-faced nature – bright in one moment, yet veiled in darkness in another.

Music, Manipulation, Dance,

Trendy, energetic, impulsive

Cats,Idol,Pasta

Kou Mukami, the charismatic heartthrob whose presence illuminates the entire campus. Revered by women for his striking beauty and admired by males for his impeccable style, he embodies the epitome of the popular boy. An idol, trendsetter, and model, his captivating looks make him an undeniable charmer. Beyond his exterior allure, Kou radiates a vibrant personality that transforms any room into a lively atmosphere. However, every now and then, there always seems to be more than this vampires bright aura. Something darker.

Cheerful, bright, two-faced

At a glance, you see the idol with different colored eyes that attracts everyone towards him. He's the perfect combination of hot and cold, after all. His blonde hair, attractive use of accessories such as earrings, necklace, and bracelets shows he's a trendsetter. You see him setting the standard for many of your peers.

Despite being a 3rd year student, you seem to be late or not attend most of his classes. In his free time, you'll always catch a glimpse of him entertaining his fangirls, expressing how they are his one true love showing his flirty side. If you're lucky, you'll spot him at the rooftop either by himself or with one of his fans getting his special services.

But on the other hand, you see his compassionate side when you hear his beautiful voice from outside the music room

How he dances to the rhythm, the explosive energy and aura that he brings to the room which shakes the crowd which is a contrast from his bright personality. He's rather serious.

However, Kou does take his family seriously. He's seen to trust his elder brother Ruki Mukami. A star amongst the students for his strong wit. Kou looks up to him as a leader. When Kou isn't spotted with his fans or in the music room he's seen to be with his brothers who he's closely bonded with.

Kou Mukami is well popular, someone untouchable, admist all the crowd that surrounds him. Fortunately, your eyes meet his, and a romance affair starts. Despite his bright and cheerful approach towards you, the appropriate thing to do was take a step back. After all, he's THE Kou Mukami. Becoming a target of his fangirls wasn't ideal. However, the more you tried to push away, the more he approached you. He's selfish, two-faced, and underneath the bright Kou,there was darkness. You thought you would be okay. You thought he'd eventually leave you alone, but he didn't. His constant attention towards you did make you a target for his fangirls, but the heart wants what it wants. At some point, you began to yearn for him. Wondering when he'd come to annoy you. His presence, which at first seemed annoying, became something you craved. Soon, you became close to him. It's funny the more time you spent with him, the more you wanted him. For loves sake, you'd accept his selfishness, and he'd reward you with the most beautiful things in life. Expensive clothes, fancy dates, makeup, and intimate nights. He showed you a whole new world. But, all of this would be at a price. After all, it's the world of give and take. Can't always be at the receiving end or the giving end. There always needs to be a balance that this vampire takes very seriously. You're his, and he's yours, and together, you're not only lovers but also a team and you love every second of it.

"I’ll suck until I’m satisfied, every drop of blood that flows through your body… …and you’ll die. Don’t you belong to me? So dying isn’t that big of a deal, right?"

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nishloves · 6 months

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✧→haikyuu!! captains as college boys!

→warnings : mentions of sex and parties // masterlist

daichi (karasuno) : he ain't joining any frat lmao, and isn't that well-known, it's not like he doesn't have any friends, he's just a normal college boy who studies and roams around here and there when he's free (or plays volleyball), he knows what he wants from his life but can be a bit unsure about it. sweet and kind, but utterly normal. you won't notice him until you sit right next to him or you have a project together. would get a girlfriend and probably end up marrying her. regular to his classes.

oikawa (aoba josai) : you'd think he joined frat, lol. that's a possibility but as far as I think, he doesn't see the need to join a frat, people are swooning over him for no particular reason, he studies to get decent enough grades and all of his remaining time goes into volleyball, he's too ambitious to actually waste his time into parties and such (not saying he won't go to them, but he ain't a party rat). people might think of him as a fboy/player but he really isn't, yeah he might've dated 2-3 girls in the same year but never together. he never dated anyone for more than a month either, like I said, he's too ambitious and too thirsty for volleyball to actually have time to look at other things, not saying he won't enjoy college but yeah, he's gonna spend his time wisely. semi-regular to his classes.

kita (inarizaki) : the most diligent out of all; studies well (always gets the highest grade), very rare parties, helps out professors and goes to extra lectures, does play a little volleyball but only when he's not doing anything else. his room is so tidy omg— doesn't socialise much but people know him because he has top grades lol and is kinda handsome. he ain't missing a class for shit.

kuroo (nekoma) : he's too nerdy to join a frat but won't reject the invitation if he gets it lol, similar to daichi he's on the normal side of college boys, but he's so clever that people just know him as the scheming boy who can get you a full in your project. does parties but is too embarrassed and shy to actually go and talk to his crush(es). yeah no, he doesn't have that rizz and I'm not gonna sugarcoat him. he's an alright guy, a guy whom you will start liking after few initial months of knowing him. would prolly date a friend entering second year of college and won't break up until the situation calls for it. (also talks to professors, lol) very regular with his classes too.

bokuto (fukurodani) : accidentally joined a frat and is proud about it, lol. tries his best to study but barely gets a passing grade. doesn't matter to him, he knows what he wants to do with his life and as long as volleyball is going well, he ain't gonna care about other things. is a party animal but would never do a one night stand, dating isn't even on his agenda lol. he's someone who looks at college as a way to grow into a better person, as a way to give himself another chance to finally have a better personality. he's fixated on his self growth and no one can stop him. would date if someone asked him out, but he's like oikawa in this case, he's too ambitious to actually care about love. his s/o's are the ones breaking up with him and he will be fine after a few days, because even though it does sound bad, his dates aren't gonna be his priority at all (though he might get very attached to someone who actually understands his passion, he ain't gonna let them go, you're stuck with him). tries to be regular but is somehow always late? got lost or something. as long as he's aware about his schedule he tries to stay diligent.

ushijima (shiratorizawa) : joined a frat because someone tricked him into thinking that everyone there played volleyball, doesn't associate himself with the parties and stuff. studies very diligently and practices even more diligently. no, he's not gonna date anyone here either. he will very coldly reject anyone. professors know him because he has good grades but he doesn't go out of the way to actually interact with them. someone please adopt him because else he won't make any friends. very regular with his classes too.

terushima (johzenji) : certified frat and fuck boy, the splitting image of what a frat boy is, but he's just more genuine. parties hard, gets passing grades, is a social butterfly, girls wanna be with him because of sex and is one of the most loyal effing friend ever. does try to help during group projects but... really... his help isn't all that needed. people know him because he's too wild. has many one night stands. but is a sweetheart to everyone who is nice to him. he ain't regular to his classes lol, his professors barely even see him.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #anime #anime boys #daichi sawamura #oikawa tooru #bokuto kotaro #kuroo tetsurou #ushijima wakatoshi #kita shinsuke #terushima yuuji #haikyuu!! scenarios #haikyuu!! headcanons #anime scenarios #anime headcanons #nishloves #nish x anime

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animeficsworld · 3 months

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Damn Him

Warumono-San x Reader

Summary: You are in a relationship with an evil mastermind, and you have no idea about it.

You two met in a café.

He walked in ordered a drink and left while you were the one behind him in line.

After seeing him, you went back to the café almost daily.

You didn't even like coffee that much.

But the tall and handsome stranger kept you interested.

And to your surprise, he was just as interested.

Your relationship with him became romantic after the first date.

He invited you over to his place and had a lot of questions about pandas.

His obsession with the cute animals became obvious the moment you saw his home, he had a lot of panda-related things.

And he even got some from you.

He told you that during his work days, you wouldn't be able to meet but he would still text you from time to time, you understood and since you also had work, you completely agreed to only meet when you had the days off.

He would call you or text you on Saturdays and you two would meet up, you mostly went to the ZOO to see the pandas.

"Which one is your favourite animal?" he asked as you two were looking at the tigers.

"I'll show you." you grabbed his hand and dragged him to a different exhibit.

He looked at the animal up on the tree, sleeping, then he looked at the sign.

"Red panda." he said

"I think they are the cutest." you smiled as his eyes never left the animal sleeping up on the tree.

"Cute."

His voice was low and you barely heard him but you did.

Even so, his fascination with Pandas never stopped. He even got you a panda mug you brought into work.

Then it got to a point where he invited you over a Friday afternoon, so after work, you would head to his place with a small bag and you would spend the weekend there.

Then you would stay until Monday mornings and head to work from his place.

It was a simple relationship, filled with kind and sweet moments.

You would say you loved him.

But you didn't know much about him.

Him, on the other end, knew everything about you. He wanted to know from the moment he noticed you standing in line behind him.

But, how could a human capture his heart?

He wasn't sure, but you did.

He loved waking up, having you next to him, even just laying there was enough, but during colder days, you cuddled to his side, which he enjoyed even more.

He was sure he would never feel such a thing towards a human... and yet, he did.

He gave you his apartment key, hoping you would come over even more, damn you and your respect for his personal space!

Damn him for telling you that you could only come over on Friday afternoons.

Damn him and his plans to destroy humanity!

Damn him and his heart for falling in love.

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hiddenlife-manager · 1 year

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Needy Luffy NSFW

Luffy x Fem Reader

Extra: Creampie, needy Luffy, fem reader, nipple sucking, a bit vanilla, women anatomy specifics

Author notes: Am I back? Probably not I legit just have been on a block and with my mental health it hasn't really improved but my goal is one of two per month next year.

"I need you." He begged holding onto your waist his head on your chest. His cock sliding in and out at a rapid pace. It was clear that Luffy was needy from the moment you walked out of your room he slammed you back into your room and stripped you naked. His actions displayed nothing but need. He worshiped your body as if you were nothing but a God.

At the moment the way he slid inside you proved to him that you were a God. Your velvety walls sucked him in, clenching his big cock. Each throb you heard him whimper into your chest. Your body slightly bounced as his hips slammed into you. Drool was pooling out of your mouth from the immense pleasure. His girth hit the right spot over and over causing you to see nothing but stars.

"L-Luffy!" You called out holding onto the side of the couch cushion. His one hand snaked down to your clit. His hand rubbed your clit his fingers slightly hitting the slick that spewed out of your pretty cunt. He loved your body the way the slick comes out whenever he touches you.

His head on your chest quickly grabbed a hold of your right nipple. His tongue flicked back and forth. His mouth slightly bit into your nipple a sharp yet pleasurable pain was felt. Your body shook from the pleasure his mouth on your nipple, his hand on your clit, and his cock fitting perfectly into you.

You continued to hold back the pressure you felt from within to relish in the pure bliss. Luffy wanted you, he worshiped you, he would do anything just to put his cock in a God like you. He held you tightly with one arm his other hand rubbing your puffy little clit.

His hips buckled in you not slowing the pace and whimpering as his mouth rested on your harden nipple. His cock throbbed inside your walls, he was close and he knew it but he wanted you to cum first. With several sloppy slowed down thrust his hips locking each thrust he finally hit his high spewing his white salty ropes inside your clenching wall. Your body shook not yet reaching your high till he thruster his cock deeper into your cunt hitting the perfect spot. Your orgasm pushed you to the edge your back arched from the pleasure as a loud moan left your wondrous lips.

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yoonavii · 8 months

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𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

Regency era! Law x Reader

Description: Lady Y/N defies societal norms with her down-to-earth nature, setting her apart from other noble ladies. During her debut, she captures the attention of numerous suitors, but her heart is unexpectedly drawn to Lord Trafalgar Law, a brooding and mysterious Duke known for his coldness towards women. As their relationship develops, they face the challenges of unraveling Lord Trafalgar’s enigmatic nature and navigating their contrasting personalities amidst societal expectations. Will their connection withstand the obstacles they encounter? or will it crumble?

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

As an hour passes, the cold storm outside shows no signs of relenting, but the estate’s staff works diligently to pack all of the family’s belongings. The once lively halls and rooms now echo with the sounds of moving furniture and the rustling of packing materials. The assistant butlers and housemaids, dressed in their respective uniforms, carefully covered the estate’s elegant furniture with white cloth to protect it from dust and damage before the journey back home. Each item is treated with care, as they take pride in their responsibility to maintain the family’s valuable possessions. Outside, the carriages are being loaded with the family’s luggage and belongings. The head coachman ensures that everything is securely tied down, ready for the journey. Despite the storm’s fury, the carriages are sturdy, built to withstand such adverse weather conditions.

The viscountess observes the commotion from the comfort of the drawing-room, sipping her tea with a nonchalant air. She pays little attention to the bustling activity around her, confident that everything will be taken care of by the staff. Once the packing is complete, the staff members gather in the foyer, ready to depart. They exchange nods and smiles, a silent camaraderie built over years of service to the family. With the signal from the head butler, the carriages begin to move, one by one, making their way through the estate’s grand gates. The storm’s fury seems to intensify as they set off, but the staff remains undeterred. They have faced such challenges before and know how to navigate through the worst of weather.

As the carriages disappear into the distance, the estate returns to its quiet state. The wind howls outside, but inside, the silence is almost deafening. The staff members who remain behind continue with their duties, cleaning and tidying up, ensuring that the estate is left in impeccable condition until the family’s return.

As you sit in the carriage, you seize the chance to delve into the world of finance with the book you found in the library. The intricate details and insights about managing wealth, investments, and economic principles captivate your attention. The gentle sway of the carriage and the rhythmic clattering of hooves create a soothing atmosphere, perfect for deepening your understanding. Across from you, Emily, your devoted maid, is sound asleep, her head gently nodding with the carriage’s movement. You smile fondly at her, grateful for her presence and the peaceful ambiance of the journey.

The soft glow of the carriage’s lanterns illuminates the pages of the book, and you immerse yourself in the world of finance, eager to grasp every bit of knowledge you can find. The concepts and figures start to connect in your mind, and you feel a growing sense of empowerment. Unaware of the changing scenery outside, you lose track of time, completely absorbed in your reading. The storm’s intensity begins to wane, and the carriage continues its journey toward your official estate. The calmness that matches your tranquility replaces the wildness of the storm.

With each passing moment, you feel a deeper sense of accomplishment and excitement about the knowledge you have gained. As you approach your official estate, you carefully mark your progress in the book, promising to continue your study later. The carriage comes to a stop, and you step out with renewed energy, feeling ready to apply your newfound understanding of finance to your family’s affairs. Emily stirs awake and smiles warmly at you, knowing that you’ve been on another intellectual adventure.

The hustle and bustle of returning home resumes as the storm subsides, and you join in with enthusiasm. Equipped with the knowledge from the book, you know you can play a more active role in managing your family’s wealth and securing its future.

As the estate comes back to life, you look forward to the opportunities and challenges that await you. With Emily by your side, you feel confident and prepared to face whatever lies ahead, knowing that your journey of self-improvement and knowledge has only just begun.

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In the Eastern region of the kingdom of Gran Tesoria, Prince Geno sits in his study room, surrounded by the opulence befitting a royal. The room exudes an air of elegance, adorned with rich tapestries and fine artworks. The soft glow of the candles illuminates the space as he carefully works on his latest creation - a face portrait of you. His heart dances with a mix of emotions as he dips the brush into vibrant colors and expertly captures the essence of your beauty on canvas. Your image seems to come alive with each stroke, reflecting the captivating aura you possess. He never imagined that attending the gala would lead him to fall so deeply in love with a woman, especially you.

As he paints, memories of the gala flood his mind - the enchanting moment when he first saw you across the ballroom, your eyes alight with grace and intelligence. Your dance together was a whirlwind of emotions, and he can still feel the warmth of your hand in his, the softness of your laughter echoing in his heart.

The prince’s thoughts drift to the conversation you shared, your wit and charm leaving a lasting impression on him. He was captivated by your confidence, intelligence, and compassion. In that fleeting moment, he knew he wanted to know you more, to be by your side and explore the depths of your soul.

As he continues to paint, he can’t help but feel a mixture of excitement and anxiety. He wonders if you feel the same way about him, if you share the same intense connection that he’s experiencing. The uncertainty of it all leaves him restless, but he’s determined to find a way to get to know you better.

His fingers gently trace the brushstrokes on the canvas, almost as if he’s touching your very essence. The more he paints, the more he realizes how much he adores you, and the desire to make you his becomes an undeniable force within him.

Finally, as the portrait takes shape, he steps back to admire his work. The likeness is striking, capturing your essence with astonishing accuracy. A sense of contentment washes over him, but it is also accompanied by a longing to be with you again. As the night grows darker, he carefully sets the portrait aside and decides that he will find a way to see you once more. With renewed determination, he starts making plans to return to the social scene, to be in your presence, and to unravel the mystery of the emotions that have taken root in his heart.

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Back in the duke’s estate, the duke finds solace within the confines of his study room. The harsh winds of the storm outside seem to mirror the turmoil within his heart. He lies on his back, the cold floor beneath him grounding his thoughts and emotions.

This simple act of lying on the floor brings a sense of comfort, reminiscent of his childhood. It’s a familiar sanctuary he turns to when the weight of the world becomes too heavy to bear. With closed eyes, he listens to the howling wind that rattles the windows and whistles through the cracks, as if it echoes the chaos of his thoughts.

As he lies there, memories of the past and worries about the future play like a reel in his mind. The recent encounters at the gala replay in his thoughts - the dance with you, the unexpected interaction with Prince Geno, and the rush of jealousy that had taken him by surprise. He contemplates the choices he’s made, the responsibilities he carries, and the challenges that lie ahead. The storm outside becomes a metaphor for his own inner struggles, the torrent of emotions and uncertainties that rage within him.

But even in the midst of this tempest, lying on the floor brings him a sense of clarity. The coldness seeping into his back provides a grounding touch, as if reminding him of his strength and resilience. The rhythmic sound of his own breathing aligns with the howling wind, creating a kind of meditative rhythm that soothes his restless thoughts. Time seems to pass slowly as he lies there, finding solace in the simplicity of the moment. The storm outside begins to ebb, and he feels a subtle shift within himself as well. The tumultuous emotions he had been grappling with start to settle, and a sense of determination takes their place.

With a deep inhale, he pushes himself up from the floor, his muscles protesting the movement after being still for so long. As he stands, he feels a renewed sense of purpose. The storm may have rattled his world, but he’s ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead with the same resilience that has carried him through countless trials before.

In the midst of the estate’s settling quietness, the door to the study creaks open, and in walks the duke’s close friend, Ace. With an air of familiarity, he enters as if he owns the place. He offers a warm smile, though there’s a hint of concern in his eyes. “Hey there,” Ace greets, his tone carrying both friendship and curiosity. His gaze narrows slightly as he assesses the duke’s expression. “How’s your father holding up?” The duke looks up, his face a mixture of fatigue and determination. He appreciates Ace’s genuine concern, and it brings a small sense of comfort amid his worries. “He’s not doing well,” he replies with a heavy sigh. “The doctor says there’s nothing more they can do. It’s just a matter of time now.”

Ace’s features soften as he listens, his empathy clear. “I’m really sorry to hear that, man,” he says sincerely, his voice laced with sympathy. As their conversation continues, another presence enters the study. It’s the duke’s younger sister, her arms carefully cradling a stack of books. Her expression is a mix of excitement and trepidation as she approaches, clearly interrupting an important exchange between her brother and his friend. “Sorry to barge in,” she begins, her voice carrying a trace of both apology and enthusiasm. “I just thought I’d return these books to you.” Her gaze flickers between the two men as she offers a sheepish smile.

The duke’s lips quirk into a small smile as he takes the books from her hands. “Thanks,” he replies, his voice softening in her presence. Despite the heaviness of the situation, her arrival brings a hint of lightheartedness to the room. Ace leans back in his chair, his easy going demeanor not fading even in this somber setting. “Well, I’ll let you two siblings catch up,” he says, pushing himself up from the chair. “Let me know if you need anything, alright?”

The duke nods appreciatively, and as Ace leaves the room, his sister takes a seat nearby, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. They fall into an easy conversation, sharing memories, thoughts, and even a few fleeting smiles. In this moment of shared connection, the heaviness of their current situation momentarily lifts, reminding them of the bond that has always been there.

As the day continues, the estate gradually returns to a sense of normalcy, each member of the family finding solace in their own way, whether it’s in the company of a friend, the embrace of a familiar study, or the warmth of shared memories. And in the quiet corners of the estate, they find the strength to face the challenges that lie ahead for them.

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As the day transitions to night, the fierce cold storm outside gives way to a snowstorm that blankets the surroundings in a pristine white layer. Inside the viscount’s chambers, the soft glow of candlelight flickers, casting a warm and comforting ambience in contrast to the wintry scene beyond the windows. With dinner approaching, he stands before a tall mirror, meticulously adjusting his attire for the evening’s gathering.

As he arranges his clothes and checks his appearance, his gaze lingers on the reflection staring back at him. His normally composed features bear the faint traces of emotion—a subtle puffiness around his eyes and a slightly reddened nose. It’s a telling sign of a recent emotional upheaval, a side of himself he rarely exposes.The viscount takes a moment to contemplate this unexpected vulnerability he experienced earlier in the day. The image of his father, frail and ailing, stirred within him a deep well of emotions that he typically keeps hidden beneath his stern exterior. The weight of his responsibilities and the impending loss of a beloved parent had brought forth tears that were uncharacteristic of his usual demeanor.

His fingers absently smooth the fabric of his attire as he revisits the memory. He acknowledges the complexity of his feelings—the love he holds for his father, the weight of his obligations, and the sense of helplessness that often accompanies the approaching end of a life. It’s a rare glimpse into the viscount’s private struggles, a moment when his guarded walls were momentarily breached. With a steadying breath, he brings his thoughts back to the present, his expression regaining its customary composure. As he turns away from the mirror, he’s resolved to face the evening’s social interactions with the same level of authority and control that he’s known for. His inner turmoil remains his own, hidden beneath the veneer of a viscount’s poise.

Leaving his chambers, he moves through the elegantly appointed hallways of the estate, each step a testament to his steadfast determination. The grand dining room awaits, filled with family and extended family members who seek his guidance and assurance. As he enters the warm glow of the dining area, he takes his place at the head of the table, ready to fulfill his role as the head of the family.

As the viscount settled into his seat at the dining table, his youngest son Ellis and daughter Elsie greeted him with a semblance of respect, which quickly faded into their true colors. It was a disheartening sight, a stark reminder of the influence his wife, the viscountess, had on their behavior. Ellis wasted no time in voicing his complaints about his personal tailor’s inability to meet his standards, fixating on trivial matters. “Father,” he whined picking at his crisp sleeves, “I believe it’s time to consider dismissing that tailor. This isn’t acceptable.” The viscount’s patience wore thin. “Ellis,” he replied sternly, “your tailor’s expertise is not in question. Learn to manage your expectations and treat those around you with respect.”

On the other side of the table, Elsie engaged in taunting her younger relatives, much to the viscount’s dismay. Her behavior mirrored the influence of her mother’s actions, causing a growing sense of concern within him. He met her eyes and addressed her with a firm tone, “Elsie, such conduct does not befit a young lady of our family.” Both Ellis and Elsie seemed undeterred, muttering under their breath in defiance. The viscount couldn’t help but feel a sense of sorrow for his children, realizing that they were trapped in the wake of their mother’s detrimental behavior. Throughout the meal, the viscount’s gaze shifted from family member to family member. Observing the nuances of their interactions, he couldn’t ignore the weight of their strained relationships and the disheartening influences that seemed to have seeped in.

As the dinner progressed, more meals arrived and conversation continued, the viscount surprisingly remained seated, his demeanor contemplative. He watched as his children displayed behaviors that were all too familiar, a reflection of the corrosive impact of his wife’s actions. Regret for not intervening sooner swelled within him, knowing that the damage done could have been mitigated with earlier recognition. Amid the chatter and clinking of utensils, the viscount found himself lost in thought. He contemplated the path his family had taken, the dynamics at play, and the necessary steps to rectify the situation. Resolute, he made a silent promise to himself to address these issues head-on, for the sake of his family’s well-being and their future.

You entered the room, your presence not escaping anyone’s attention. Unbeknownst to you, you took a seat near your stepmother’s side of the family. This particular branch of the family was known for their snobbishness and flamboyant behavior, each member seemingly having an unexplained issue with you. Taking your place at the table, you settled into one of the end chairs, the events of the day surely occupying your thoughts. The tension around you was palpable, and you felt the weight of their gazes upon you. Ignoring the unspoken judgments, you focused on the meal set before you.

However, any attempt at a peaceful evening was shattered as the viscountess seized the opportunity to make a cutting remark about your tardiness. The comment landed like a subtle but targeted attack, the intention behind it not lost on anyone present. Yet, before the viscountess could revel in her satisfaction, the viscount’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. “Y/n’s arrival time does not warrant a comment,” he stated calmly, his tone betraying the depths of his annoyance. His defense of you was unequivocal, a testament to the importance he held for his daughter’s dignity.

The viscountess’s features contorted in response, her forced smile crumbling into a mask of frustration. The direct confrontation from her husband was unexpected, a reminder of the complex dynamics that existed beneath the surface of their marriage.

The viscountess’s reply to his defense came quickly, laced with a passive-aggressive tone that sliced through the tension in the room. Her words tested his patience, and a bitter exchange of comments and arguments ensued, like a verbal fencing match where both were trying to land a decisive blow. “Is it surprising that she’s late?” she quipped, her lips curling into a condescending smile. “After all, she seems to prefer the company of those above her station.” The viscount’s jaw clenched, his fingers tightening around his utensils. “Enough of your insinuations,” he retorted, his tone icy. “Oh, don’t act so high and mighty,” she shot back, her gaze cutting. “It’s not like your own choices have been much better.”

The atmosphere grew increasingly charged as the words flew back and forth between them. The viscountess’s comments were like carefully aimed arrows, each designed to hit their mark and provoke a reaction. The viscount, usually composed, found his patience wearing thin with every word that left her lips. “Perhaps it’s time you remember your place,” she hissed, her voice dripping with disdain. He leaned forward, his voice like a steel blade. “I’d advise you to watch your words.” However, the viscountess’s misstep came when she made a distasteful comment about his deceased wife, the original viscountess. The room seemed to freeze for a moment as her words hung in the air, a line crossed that should never have been breached. “Your dear departed wife must be rolling in her grave to see what you’ve become—” she taunted, a triumphant smirk on her face. In the next instant, the viscount’s restraint shattered like fragile glass. His open palm connected with her cheek in a sharp slap, the sound echoing through the dining room. The viscountess’s hand flew to her reddening cheek, her expression a mix of shock and indignation.

Gasps filled the room as the guests exchanged surprised glances. The atmosphere had shifted from tense to explosive in mere seconds. “I’ve had enough!” His voice thundered through the room, a rare display of his simmering anger boiling over. The viscount’s eyes blazed with an intensity that could no longer be contained, his control shattered by her callous words. “The audacity you’ve shown tonight is astounding!” he continued, his voice carrying a mixture of anger and disappointment.

The guests around the table fell into stunned silence, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. The air was thick with a mix of shock, discomfort, and a long-held tension that had finally erupted into the open.

As your father ignores your stepmother’s sudden departure, you attempt to break the suffocating silence that has settled over the dining room. The strained atmosphere hangs heavy, and your question is like a lifeline, reaching out for a hint of normalcy amidst the tension. “Father,” you begin, your voice carrying a hint of nervousness, “did you have a good time at the gala?” Surprisingly, your father’s attention shifts from his plate to you. His expression softens, and it’s a rare sight to see – his defenses momentarily lowered, a glimpse of the warmth he rarely shows.

A small, genuine smile tugs at his lips, and his gaze meets yours. It’s as if your question has managed to pull him back from the brink of the emotional maelstrom that erupted just moments ago. “Yes, my dear,” he replies, his voice sincere and warm. “I did have a good time at the gala. Your presence made it all the more enjoyable.” His words hang in the air, a fragile bridge between you two. In this fleeting moment, the weight of the recent confrontation seems to lift, replaced by a shared connection. The viscount’s words remind you that beneath the layers of complexity and family dynamics, there’s still a bond that endures.

Your own smile mirrors his, your heart lifting at the genuine affection he’s showing. In this instant, the tension that had pervaded the room dissipates, replaced by a sense of reconciliation, however fragile it might be. As the dinner carries on, your father’s gaze occasionally drifts to you, an unspoken acknowledgment of the connection you’ve rekindled. The strained atmosphere has shifted, replaced by a tentative truce, a momentary ceasefire.

At this moment, you can’t help but wonder about your father’s thoughts. You sense that his decision to confront the troubles in his marriage is both daunting and necessary. The warmth he’s allowed himself to show, the genuine affection he’s shared with you – they’re reminders that there’s more at stake than pride and appearances. And as the dinner draws to a close, your thoughts linger on this fragile yet significant moment. It’s a glimmer of hope amidst the complexities of your family’s dynamics, a reminder that there’s still a chance for understanding and connection.

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Fueled by anger and embarrassment, the viscountess paces through the grand hallway with a determined stride. Her emotions swirl within her, a volatile mix of wounded pride and seething resentment. The sting of the public humiliation she endured at the dining table fuels her urgency, driving her to seek solace in the arms of her clandestine lover. The maids in her path scatter as she passes, sensing her stormy demeanor and unwilling to be caught in her wake. Her hands tremble slightly, betraying the depth of her emotions that she struggles to contain beneath her outward facade of pride. It’s clear that her confrontation with the viscount had rattled her more than she would admit.

Reaching her chambers, she doesn’t waste a moment. She summons her personal maid with an impatient flick of her wrist, her voice laced with an undeniable edge. Her orders are concise and brisk – a few select garments must be packed, and a carriage must be readied for her immediate departure. The personal maid hurries to fulfill her mistress’s wishes, moving with practiced efficiency to gather the requested items and prepare for the viscountess’s imminent departure. There’s a sense of urgency in the air, as if the viscountess’s emotions are a storm that demands immediate release.

As the room bustles with preparations, the viscountess’s mind is consumed by her lover, Lord Doflamingo. He’s the anchor to her emotions, the one who listens to her grievances and offers the adoration she craves. In him, she finds a sanctuary from the stifling world of the estate, a secret haven where she can be herself without judgment. With her personal maid scurrying around the room, gathering her belongings, the viscountess’s thoughts are a jumble of resentment, anger, and anticipation. Her plans are set – she will seek Lord Doflamingo’s comfort, sharing her side of the confrontation, basking in the adoration he showers upon her. It’s a dangerous dance she’s entwined in, one that threatens to unravel the delicate fabric of her marriage.

As the viscountess readies herself to depart, the carriage awaits, a symbol of her escape from the turmoil that festers within her. She steps into it with a mixture of determination and apprehension, her heart heavy with the weight of her choices. The carriage departs, carrying the viscountess away into the night, leaving behind a mansion steeped in tension and secrets. The aftermath of the confrontation still lingers, a testament to the fractures that run deep within the family’s foundation. In the silence that follows her departure, the estate seems to hold its breath, as if bracing for the inevitable storm that will come when the truth finally emerges. And within the walls of the grand residence, each member of the family is left to grapple with their own emotions and the consequences of their actions.

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