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earthtooz · 1 year

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x : NO FEAR :*+ﾟ i wanna love you with no fear !

in which: itoshi rin rejected you, so why isn't he handling your avoidance well?

warnings: 5k wc, fluff with minor angst, jealous!rin, food cw, swearing, reo is reader's best friend, COLLEGE!AU, gn!reader, non-canon complaint

a/n: happy valentine's day !!! shoutout to @ryekoo for finally giving me inspo on what to do for the rin fic of my event - u rly saved my life <3

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you:i’m going to end you. <reo3: i’m too pretty to die ._. you: and you told me i was too pretty for itoshi rin to reject!?!?!?! <reo3: oh... <reo3: i’m sorry. <reo3: condolences fr.

with a disappointed sigh, you pocket your phone, decidedly ignoring the next few messages that reo sends as you wait for your bus. he owes you a million yen for the amount of grief and distress he’s currently putting you through, especially with the way he shattered all hopes you had with your love life.

well, hopes that you were stupid enough to feed into because this was itoshi rin you’re talking about; possibly the most standoffish, calculated, and devastatingly gorgeous man you’ve ever met in your life. yet, despite his detestable personality, you still found yourself falling hook, line, and sinker for the man, despite his insults, cold comments, and dismissive attitude.

maybe it’s masochism.

now that you look back on it, rin’s rejection seemed almost inevitable. even if you lead yourself to hope with all the times you caught him staring at you, the prompt replies to your messages, and willingness to somewhat tolerate you during group projects, it was rather obvious that this would be the outcome to your heartfelt confession.

‘i don’t see you like that’.

it’s cringeworthy simply thinking about it. now you’re going to have another memory that’ll haunt you for the rest of your life.

recalling the expression he made after your confession; eyebrows scrunched and lips tugged into a slight frown, was traumatising enough for you to wish for the ground to swallow you whole. his face will plague you for an uncertain amount of time because today truly, was so very humbling.

the sight of your bus approaching your stop rouses you from the crevices of your thoughts and after you jump on and settle yourself into a seat in the relatively empty carriage, you bring your phone out to text reo again. he’d sent four messages since.

<reo3: this doesn’t make any sense we all thought rin was into you <reo3: like DOWN BAD into you<reo3: everyone on the team has literally made bets on you two <reo3: i’m sorry :c r u okay? you: yeah. just gotta take the L and move on you: hey at least i’m free for valentines <reo3: LET’S GOOO we’re definitely doing something <reo3: i’ll be a better valentines than r*n you: you’re sexier too babes xoxo <reo3: duh!

maybe you’ll let reo see another day.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

your university schedule was never the same after the ‘itoshi rin’ fiasco.

it was never an amazing schedule to begin with since a few classes were quite inconvenient, and there’s only so much to enjoy out of your seminars. the fun part about them was being able to sit beside rin and talk to him whenever you could without getting waved off, but since his heartless decline of your feelings, acting ‘buddy-buddy’ wouldn’t be acceptable. so you resorted to sit by yourself in a section of the space you’ve never really occupied before, busying yourself on your phone as students walked in to class.

despite the temptation to look at the door to see when rin would come in, you do not budge one bit, eyes glued to your phone screen (which had nothing entertaining on it). this meant that you couldn’t see the confusion on his face when he didn’t see you in your normal spot and how it merged further into a look of offence when he instead spots you across the room.

reluctantly taking his usual seat, rin’s gaze lingers on you, hoping to meet your eyes at least once. but upon your insistence to pretend your phone was more important than him, he sits down, practically flopping onto his chair with his backpack cushioning his fall.

sitting here feels a little empty. rin can’t help but think how it used to be much better when you insisted on being next to him.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

<;reo3: you can come now rin isn’t here yet

you: kk b there soon

the trek across campus towards the university’s soccer field, although long, is harmless enough, especially since you were doing a favour for your best friend by bringing the soccer guards and water bottle that he left at your dorm. the harmful part was the looming threat of itoshi rin’s presence and your fear that you would encounter him on your way.

all you needed to do was drop in quickly and leave.

when you get to the field, nagi’s the one who sees you first from where he was lounging on the bleaches, changed in his soccer gear.

“oh, y/n,” he mumbles, sitting up. “hello.”

“hey nagi. are you trying to nap before practice or something?” you ask.

“yeah.”

“won’t that drain you though before practice starts? you’ve got like… five minutes.”

“still classified as a power nap. wanna collect a power up before startin’.”

amusing as ever, he is. “sure. hey, you know where reo is?”

“he’s changed, probably warming up with isagi and bachira and whoever else.”

“shouldn’t you be doing that too?”

“not until reo forces me to.”

as if on cue, a friendly and very familiar voice calls out nagi’s name and you’re delighted to see the purple-haired in question. you can finally give him his stupid stuff back; the ones you’ve been holding in your hands this entire time like an idiot.

“come on nagi!” reo exclaims, jogging over. a smile appears on his face when he sees you. “yo! y/n! thanks for bringing my things.”

“‘s not a problem. next time i’ll burn them so don’t leave them again,” you counter as the purple-haired takes his things from you with an eye roll. “i filled up your water bottle for you.”

he places his things down before sitting beside nagi to put his guards on. “so considerate even whilst terrorising me.”

“of course.”

“seriously though, thank you for bringing my things.”

“not a problem. i’m gonna head back to my dorm to study so i’ll see you later. bye reo, bye nagi,” you wave at the two, fixing your backpack strap before turning around to leave the field, only to bump face-first into someone.

the apology that surfaces on your tongue quickly withers away when you lock eyes with a pair of steely, teal ones, partially hidden by strands of dark hair. he looks at you like he has something to say.

but you’re not ready to hear it.

“uh, hi rin! gotta go!” you squeak before stepping to the side and running away, leaving rin to stare in bewilderment after you.

part of him has the urge to run after you.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

<reo3: isagi’s invited a bunch of us to the on campus screening of spirited away

<reo3: wanna come?

you: ykw why not

you: not like i have essays to write

<reo3: FUCK THEM ESSAYS!

you: YOU’RE RIGHT SPIRITED AWAY IS BETTER !

if you knew that this would lead you to be seated (uncomfortably) between reo and isagi, who acted as the only barrier between you and an-unnamed-man (rin), then perhaps you would’ve dedicated yourself to your essay rather than a fun opportunity to hang out with your friends.

1500 words sounds better than having to pretend like there wasn’t an icy cold stare penetrating the back of your head every time you turned to talk to reo, or isagi trying to keep his interactions up with rin so the latter wouldn’t try to talk to you.

you owe isagi a vending machine drink after this because a ‘thank you’ will never suffice.

it’s easy enough to forget about rin when the movie plays and isagi begins whispering little pieces of commentary to you from time to time, eliciting giggles from you that you try to suppress to not annoy those around you. however, each sound that slipped past your lips was enough to make the dark-haired boy scrunch his face in disgust, an ugly, green monster climbing up his throat when he catches a glimpse of how happy you seemed with someone that wasn’t him. it kills him to see how easily it is for you to just ignore him like your friendship never existed.

since the campus movie was scheduled during a cool but bearable, autumn dusk, you severely underestimated how cold the night would get. heating wasn’t the best in the gymnasium so the committee had instructed everyone to bring their own blankets and warm covers, yet in your haste, you couldn’t bring adequate layers.

so after a while of trying to warm yourself up and convincing yourself that you were warm enough with a measly sweatshirt, rin notices from the corner of his eye how you kept rubbing your arms.

he doesn’t hesitate to take off the fleece jacket that he was wearing over his university jumper. sure, it will be significantly colder without his outer layer, but rin’s willing to suffer as long as you were okay (when has he ever been this considerate?), except he stops when he sees nagi handing you his very oversized jumper. you accept it with a gracious smile and the white-haired boy merely shrugs before going back to watching the film. rin, on the other hand, feels a cauldron of rage brewing within him.

the sight makes his chest twist, wringing him dry as he stares dejectedly at how snug you seem in someone else’s clothes. the green monster inside of rin bubbles in contempt, a being that makes him want to rip the hoodie off you and replace it with his own for you to wrap yourself up in. he wants you to be content with him- happy because of him, not because of another.

you confessed to him only two weeks ago- barely even two weeks ago, so how could you so easily forget about him and move on? pretend like his rejection didn’t shatter you and him when he saw a devastation like no other on your pretty face?

rin doesn’t know how much longer he can live like this.

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the following tuesday, you’re already seated in your new spot for your seminar, busy setting up your laptop in preparation when rin walks in. you see him from the corner of your eye, backpack slung around his shoulder, hands tucked unassumingly in his pockets as all 185cm of him saunters towards the seats. however, when you notice that he bypasses his normal spot and walks even further out of your peripheral vision, alarms blare deafeningly in your head.

you freeze when you hear someone take the seat behind you.

there’s a hard gaze on the back of your head, one that roots you to your spot and wills you not to turn around.

sneaking out your phone from your bag, you hide it so that rin can’t see it from his angle.

you: RIN IS SITTING BEHIND ME OH NO

you: terrible start to valentines day smh

<reo3: WHAT!??!!???!???! fr.

you: THIS IS AN EMERGENCY I’M GOING TO DISINTEGRATE RIGHT NOW

<reo3: maybe *don’t* do that????

<reo3: WHY’S HE SITTING BEHIND YOU?????

you: FUCK IF I KNOW IT FEELS LIKE HE’S THROWING DAGGERS AT MY HEAD

<reo3: WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?

you: CRY???????????? IDFK???????????

you: oh fuck class is about to start

you: i’ll let you know if anything happens

<reo3: STAY SAFE

you tuck your phone away with fear and dread looming over you, personified through the form of itoshi rin, who sits so indifferently behind you, head propped on his hand. you hear his pen click behind you and you don’t even need to see him to know that he’s taking out that stupid notebook of his since he preferred to take notes by hand. you want to turn around and rip said book into shreds.

as the professor starts the class, you try your best to shake rin out of your thoughts, wanting to leave him behind in the depths of your mind so you can concentrate on this damn elective. none of the notes you were typing onto your document made sense and it felt like everything the professor was saying went in one ear then out the other. curse rin for having this effect on you.

at least you get to gossip with reo after this.

though your seminar was only 60 minutes, it might as well have been 60 years because of how significantly older you feel at the end of it. the weight of rin’s stare was heavy on your shoulders when you hurriedly grab your things and make a dash for the exit.

well. you try to make a dash for the exit because somehow, rin gained the ability to teleport and beat you there, grabbing your wrist unceremoniously before pulling you into the hallways. you fumble with your phone, hurriedly texting reo.

you: UHH MAYDAY I MGHT NEEE TO SKIP OUR PLANS

<reo3: WHAT’S HAPPENING?????

you: RIN IS DRSGGING ME SIMEWHERE IDK WHERE

you: MY LOCARION IS ON LIFE360

you: I LUV YOU STUPID WHORE

<reo3: WHDJFWIJAIDJFAWHAT THE FUCK????

“hey!” you exclaim, helplessly being pulled by rin’s long strides, shutting your phone off as you try to match his eagerness. he could at least be a little more considerate and lighten up that grip of his on your wrist. “rin- what? where are we going?”

“you’ll see,” he responds gruffly.

your mind blanks despite the hurricane of questions that circulate your mind. how did you get here? is the delirium finally hitting you after countless sleepless nights? you stayed up until 2am last night to make valentine’s chocolates for your friends so maybe it’s the sugar and the sleep deprivation.

as rin pulls you through the hallways, you think about how weird it is to allow him this close to you again- well, you didn’t exactly allow him, he kind of just… invaded your personal space. but after a whole week of not talking to him, responding dryly to his texts, avoiding your regular hangout spots, and overall pretending like he doesn’t exist, being exposed to his intimidating presence once more is… exhilarating? unreal?

“wait, can we stop for a second?” you demand, breaking out of your funk when you step outside as if the harshness of the sun’s rays woke you up. “i’m so confused right now. where are we going?”

“we’re going to have lunch together at that café you’ve been wanting to try out,” he tells you with a serious expression, not breaking his usual aloof and stern personality.

rin doesn’t give mixed messages: no, he gives messages that have completely been lost, fallen astray somewhere along the path of communication.

shifting your weight between your feet awkwardly, you tell him: “well, i kinda had valentine’s plans.”

his mask of coolness and uninterest cracks, exposing all the emotions he’s been withholding from surfacing for the past weeks; jealousy, envy, greed, they all manifest through the helpless scrunch of his face. “with who?” asks rin, tone a lot harsher than he had intended, matching the crease of his eyebrows and the frown he was wearing.

it’s the green monster in him talking.

if you were going out with someone else, someone new, rin’s not too sure what he’d do. determination and pettiness can only take a man so far before his resolve cracks and you have the power to crush his heart with a single stomp, extinguishing his flames in one, swift sweep.

“with reo,” you confess. the dark-haired relaxes again, his face returning to a neutral expression.

“okay. ditch him then.” his audacity is baffling.

“i can’t just do that!”

“why not?”

“cause that’s a shitty thing to do!” you say, before murmuring under your breath, “not that you’d know the first thing about being polite.”

“i don’t care, it’s reo, you two hang out everyday. tell him to give me a turn.”

“you’re a horrible person, rin,” you murmur, ignoring the butterflies that erupt in your stomach.

he doesn’t say anything in retaliation, merely eyeing you expectantly, waiting for your next step. huffing, you reluctantly take out your phone as a sign of surrender under his suffocating pressure, muttering complaints under your breath as you find reo’s contact - literally your most recent one, to send him a quick message. almost instantly, your best friend responds with a thumbs up paired with a smirk and you almost want to block him then and there.

“done.”

“perfect,” rin goes to grab your hand again but you retract from him just in time. when you look up to meet his gaze once more, you see his unimpressed expression whilst he keeps his palm extended towards you expectantly.

“i don’t need your help walking places,” you grumble, not liking how fast your heart was racing.

he gestures to his open palm once more. “i know.”

after a moment of silence, you give in, hesitantly placing your hand in his. with a small grin, rin intertwines your fingers before pulling you to his side. without another word, he begins walking, leaving you to merely follow the brutally fast pace he’s set.

you must’ve looked ridiculous to other people. being dragged around by an 185 cm man, how humbling.

the place rin led you to was not too far from campus; a totally manageable distance for the two of you to remain in silence during the walk. you try to bypass the awkwardness of it all by focusing on other things, like how warm rin’s hand is and how you hope he doesn’t mind your sweaty hands. he seems to be content from what you’ve observed, happily walking beside you whilst sparing a few occasional glances over; ones that you pretend you don’t see whilst admiring the cityscape around you.

there are various valentine’s decorations hung up around the insides of the cafe that made you cringe slightly. although they were very cute, you feel humiliation climbing up your throat, serving as a reminder that you were currently spending a day of love and romance, or whatever, standing beside the very man who rejected you.

this is the cruellest version of a sick joke.

“welcome!” a cheery voice greets, breaking you out of your thoughts. “table for two?” rin nods. “perfect! are you here for valentine’s day because couples get access to a special menu on top of our regular one.”

when you open your mouth to reject her offer, rin beats you to it. “we’ll take the valentine’s menu.”

“okay, right this way,” the waitress guides you to an empty table for two that was right by the corner. the atmosphere of the place was cozy with various candles and statement pieces to really bring it together, but you have no time or brain space to appreciate the aesthetic of the café.

it’s not until the waitress leaves that you speak up, utterly confused. “why’d you get the valentine’s menu, we-”

realisation hits you like a truck.

“-are we on a date right now?”

rin’s unmoving, save for the purse of his lips as he stares at you. you feel a little foolish right now.

“yeah, we are,” he answers, curtly and concisely.

alarms are blaring in your head, the earth is tremoring below you, there are distant screams somewhere in the back of your mind and all you can manage out is a simple ‘oh’.

“get what you want, i’ll-” rin begins before you abruptly cut him off.

“-no, hold on, i’m so confused right now,” you rub your temples, staring at the stupid valentine’s day menu decorated with pink and hearts and chocolates. “why?”

“why what?”

“why are we on a date?”

“because it’s valentine’s day?”

“well- i know that part,” you murmur under your breath. “it’s just, y’know, people celebrate this day when they like each other.” and not when one party is miserable because the other rejected them.

“we do like each other though.”

there are no words to describe the shock you feel. really. not even an anvil dropping on your head could wake you up from whatever dream you are conjuring right now.

“no, we don’t! i like you, you don’t like me.”

he looks away, the tips of his ears turning red. “that’s not true,” he murmurs, no louder than a whisper, yet your jaw drops all the same at his confession. “i do like you.”

“a week ago you didn’t!”

“a week ago i wasn’t ready to get into a… relationship… or whatever.”

“oh,” you fix the strap of your bag, feeling slightly awkward. “and you’re ready now all of a sudden?”

“yeah.”

“i don’t believe you.”

“the fuck? why?”

“you don’t really seem like the type of guy to turn around on yourself like this. what changed?”

rin won’t ever tell you about how much he missed you during these two weeks and how it was his jealousy and greediness that spurred him to act on his feelings. instead, he simply slides the menu to you, pointing to a milkshake-‘lover’s brew’, and since the menu was decorated with pictures on the side, you could see what the concoction consisted of. whipped cream, heart sprinkles, topped with a caramel heart and fairy floss.

“the milkshake?” you ask, trailing off towards the end. “you hate sweet things and this especially looks like it could give you diabetes.”

the dark-haired shrugs. “so? i thought you’d like it.”

“sure, but it is kinda pricey for a milkshake.”

he shrugs again, putting his elbows on the table which causes his sleeves of his turtleneck to roll down a little, exposing the shiny silver of his, no doubt expensive, watch. “i’ll pay for us, it’s fine.”

“hold on-”

“i’m paying. end of argument.”

it’s an offer you can’t really reject. being a university student and all, funds are limited, so wherever you can, you want to avoid withdrawing money out of your account. that said, it doesn’t mean that you don’t feel the slightest bit guilty about draining rin’s, but with how long you’ve been friends, you know that once he’s set his mind to something, it’s hard to change it.

“if you insist,” you grumble, straightening up your spine as you awkwardly fiddle with your shirt. you feel so scrutinised under his gaze, even as you reach for the jug of water and pour two cups of water. “what else should we get?”

the waitress then comes around to take your orders and when she’s gone, conversation flows easily, reverting back to how things were between the two of you (to rin’s relief). he listens as you talk animatedly about the unfortunate series of events you had with your professor the other day, how cute your encounter with the campus dogs were, and the really unfortunate run-in you had with a guy from your shared tutorial classes.

(the dark-haired boy makes a face when you mention another man’s name before his usual face of indifference melts back in.)

“here’s your milkshake,” the waitress says, placing the drink in the middle of the table before walking away, “you guys are really cute by the way.”

“thanks,” rin says calmly, a stark contrast to your flustered reaction.

two straws stick out from the milkshake and when you put one in your mouth, you almost choke when rin takes the other one, causing your noses to bump in the middle. the look he gives you is nothing short of mischievous before pulling away, a knowing smirk playing along his lips.

“ew. that is really sweet,” he mutters before leaning back, crossing his arms.

“yeah,” you cough. “it is really sweet.”

recovering from your embarrassment, the rest of lunch goes by quite seamlessly. he goes to pay for everything with a confident tap of his card, causing you to stand awkwardly behind him, keeping all complaints to yourself as it goes through. thanking the waitress, you leave the café hand-in-hand once more.

“thanks again for paying,” you repeat and rin gives a hum of acknowledgement whilst you two walk aimlessly on the path. “what do you want to do now?”

“i don’t know. do you have anything you want to do?”

“i might have an idea.”

leading him in the direction of a nearby store that just opened recently, you come to a stop in front of a shop that had neon-lights illuminating its inside and claw machines filled with adorable plushies lining along the walls.

glancing at him, there’s a glimmer of amusement in rin’s eyes as his lips turn upwards into a small smirk. “really?” he asks, looking over at you.

“really. this’ll be fun!” you promise before walking in, the dark-haired following suit as you stop in front of a token-purchasing machine.

from the corner of your eye, you can see him taking out his wallet already and you immediately put your hand on your wrist, ceasing his movement.

with just one glance, a whole conversation passes between you two. “if you pay for me i will sock you.”

“i’d like to see you try,” he deadpans, quirking a brow before pressing the ‘20 tokens = $19’ button on the machine, “but i’m paying.”

then the sound of his card meeting the reader and the transaction being approved rings through the air, followed by the deafening noise of coins clashing against metal. the look he gives you is nothing short of proud.

“come on babe, bet you won’t be able to get any prizes,” challenges rin as he brushes past you, the pet name causing your stomach to churn as insults rest on your tongue, offended by his declaration.

he’s gracious enough to give you half of the coins, allowing you to play four games each. you only manage to win on one of them and even then, you were astonished at your own achievements, excitedly grabbing the plushie and hugging the stuffed toy to your chest protectively. rin, on the other hand, comes back to you with two in both hands and the gawk you let out was completely against your will.

“how did you do that?” you ask, a little stupified at the sight (it was kinda hot though). although at this point, you shouldn’t really question how itoshi rin works since he takes the meaning of ‘march to the beat of your own drum’ to a whole other level.

instead of answering, he hands them over to you and you have no choice but to take them, your arms now overloaded with three stuffed toys.

before you can even open your mouth to ask if he broke into the machines, your phone buzzes with a notification and the second you open it, you’re met with a familiar ‘⚠️bereal’ banner, one that makes you excited over the impeccable timing. rin raises an eyebrow at your sudden surprise.

“bereal! quick, pose!” you demand and rin obeys, raising a peace sign with a slight smile before the camera turns around to you and the many stuffed toys you’re cuddling.

how adorable you are might just kill him.

the dark-haired shakes the thought away before taking out his phone, instructing you to smile. you pose for the photo, hugging all the plushies closely to your chest whilst rin gives his usual deadpan stare into the camera. he then gives you his phone to check if it was okay to post and when you approve, you press the ‘post >’ button for him.

shutting off his phone for him, it’s at the same time that the bereal notification pops up again, this time detailing how one of his friends had posted but that’s not what caught your attention.

it’s a certain photo that made your heart thump loudly in its ribcage.

“am i your lockscreen?” you ask, pride and flattery swelling in your stomach, manifesting through the warmth of your cheeks.

the slight widening of his eyes give you all the answers you need. “you weren’t supposed to see that.”

nothing could stop the slow grin from erupting on your expression. it’s ridiculous to say so, but it almost feels like a weight is being lifted from your chest, the pains of the last few weeks erasing themselves completely with this one detail.

that’s how you know rin was meant for you.

“out of all pictures of me, you chose this one?” you question, gesturing to the selfie that you once sent him during your study sessions. your hair was messy, there was a semi-crazed look in your eyes, but at least the moisturising lip gloss you had reapplied then made you look somewhat put together.

looking at his phone once more, you feel a little warm.

“i like it,” he mutters shyly, unable to look you in the eye. despite his embarrassment, his statement fills you with endless relief, providing gratification for your relationship with rin that you didn’t know you needed.

though you’ve been friends with him for quite some time now, you feel as though you don’t really recognise the man in front of you. past perceptions you’ve had of him has now been shattered by his flustered gaze, the relentless blush coating his cheeks, and the uncharacteristic way he slumps, as if defending himself from any judgement you might throw at him.

luckily for him, that’s not what you’re interested in doing.

unlocking your phone, you hand it to him. “take a matching selfie so i can make it my lock screen too.”

at least you have all the time in the world to get to know him all over again.

(rin will never tell you that he only has been active on bereal so he could see what you were up to. except it backfired every time because instead of satisfying how desperately he was longing for you during your two weeks of no contact, it only made him want you more. he wanted to be there with you through your intense study sessions, he wanted to be going on walks with you, he wanted to be there with you when you were watching one more episode of your favourite tv show before going to bed, he just wanted to be there with you.

now he has all the time to make sure he is.)

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

[@y/n’s BeReal]

@ karasu69: @fruityninjaotoya YOU OWE ME TWENTY BUCKS 　　→ @fruitninjaotoya: Shut your micropenis up

@ yocchan: Y/N WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS 　　→ @ nagixxxxxxxxxxxxx: ratio 　　→ @ yocchan: DON’T RATIO ME RN

@monsterbachira: omg are y’all 😍❤️😍 rn 　　→ @y/n: wut. 　　→ @itshrin: Yes 　　→ @monsterbachira: y/n rin is actually a good kisser 　　→ @y/n: thanks for letting me know meguru! 　　→ @itshrin: i’m going to end you.

@bbgreo: i’m glad y’all had fun but no itoshi rin on our platonic date pls! 　　→ @y/n: would never dream of it luv <3 　　→ @itshrin: Sleep with one eye open, Reo 　　→ @y/n: that’s my best friend :( 　　→ @itshrin: You don’t need him 　　→ @y/n: reo and i are one you can’t separate us 　　→ @itshrin: Ok fine 😒 　　→ @bbgreo: yay! 　　→ @y/n: yay!

<reo3: told you you were too pretty to reject xx

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kcrossvine-art · 10 months

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G'morning all! Its nice to get back things,. Theres been some roadblocks with med shortages and life, and also with the material for these recipes. So far we've covered a lot of pastries, not because theyre mentioned more often in the series, but because being mentioned lends them more specificity in flavor than things like gravy, peas, or various meats. The latter can be prepped, seasoned, and served in so many different ways that it feels harder to make them 'faithfully' because a packet of instant potato mash is just as faithful as a pot of buttered potato mash. Baked goods tend towards 1, maybe 2, 'base' recipes that get altered and added to.

Today, we'll be making Beorn's Honey Cakes! A dish from one of my partners favorite characters- a delectable little treat befitting the… warm personality of the character.

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to Beorn's Honey Cakes?” YOU MIGHT ASKSimple stuff! Simple sweet stuff!

All-purpose flour

Baking powder

Salt

Ground nutmeg

Unsalted butter

Whole milk

2 eggs

Honey

Vanilla extract

The veins of honey cakes ancestry can be traced back to any moment where people began baking bread. Honey is a natural preservative, and sweeter still on its lonesome.

AND, “what does Beorn's Honey Cakes taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASKLike your aching muscles repairing themselves

Tastes like a honey graham cracker

But the texture is softer, wetter- somewhat like banana bread

Oh, and this will make your house smell So So Good

If you can resist the temptation of eating them immediately, they taste even richer the day after baking

Would pair well with milk green tea

Would also pair well with fresh orange slices (or those chocolate 'orange slices' candy)

Genuinely don't forget to flip them upside down when they go to bake the second time, not sure what it is but i was curious and did a test where i flipped half of the batch upside down and kept the other half of the batch right-side up like they cooked in the muffin tin. The ones i flipped upside down universally had a more consistent texture and the honey was able to permeate further.

.where honey called for, used clover honey

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From start to finish this recipe takes about an hour of work, give or take some negligible time for prep.

The batter is perhaps the babybird of all cake batters. The gloopy, protruding crumbs of butter, not unlike a squabs beady pupils visibly dark under its skin, break up the mass of sickly smooth and reassuringly sweet-smelling oak-colored liquid. You can feel the confusion of bees outside your home, wondering if this your attempt at making royal jelly.

Just like a babybird, it becomes more than the sum of its parts. Layer on that honey drizzle, layer it on thick, theres no risk of drowning subtle flavors. Its crisp edges will keep its form, springy and warm, inviting you as if you're not the one who crafted it (food you didn't cook always tastes better). The bees are sooooooooooooooo jealous of your opposable thumbs and muscular strength.

If you dont have eggs you could try substituting with apple mash. I can't vouch for it in this recipe but replacing eggs with mashed up apples for pancakes gives it adds a nice fruity flavor without changing the texture, and in theory should work here as well.

I give this recipe a solid 10/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.)

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Ingredients:

270 grams all-purpose flour

1 1/2 tsp baking powder

1/2 tsp salt

1/4 tsp freshly ground nutmeg

1 stick unsalted butter

160 grams milk

2 eggs

110 grams your favorite honey

1 tsp vanilla extract

Muffin tray and parchment paper

Method:

Preheat oven to 350f

In a medium bowl, whisk together the flour, baking powder, salt, and nutmeg.

Add the butter and rub it into the flour with your fingers until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs.

In a small bowl beat the eggs until just combined. Pour in milk and then vanilla extract while stirring. Keep stirring vigorously while slowly pouring in honey.

Stir until the mixture is consistent in color.

Pour the liquids over the dry mixture and stir until just combined.

Pour the batter into a greased muffin tray, don't use any muffin paper/lining/cups.

Bake for 16 minutes, or until they reach their full height.

Carefully remove from the muffin pan and place the muffins upside down on a parchment lined tray.

Using a silicone pastry brush, generously cover the tops of the cakes with honey. Allow to sit for about 5 minutes to let the honey soak into the cakes.

Bake for an additional 8-10 minutes, or until the cakes are golden brown.

Remove from the oven and allow to cool.

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munsster · 11 months

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brain like a sieve

A/N: i am on a MAD ONE with the way im writing. she has motivation and inspiration and fingers of STEEL. (gif creds: @neblisi )

Pairings: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Summary: Eddie’s on top of the world when you tell him you love him. So much so, in fact, that he forgets to say it back. 0.8k words

Warnings: established relationship, kissing, fluff, insecurity, obliviousness, pet names (bunny, bug, lovebug), ONE half swear word (i SWEAR it took so much self control, i dont know how i limited myself)

You’ve got this fiery look in your eye right before you say it that distracts him.

“I love you, Eddie.”

And your hair is wild and your hands are wound into the collar of his shirt and he can’t help but wonder what divine force of nature got him here. Made him so lucky.

And in the midst of everything: Eddie forgets to say it back.

He kisses you sweetly and holds you at the waist, drinking in the way you look at him and tug him closer. But he still doesn’t say it back. A minute passes, and everything settles and he thinks you’re beautiful and you love him, and he forgot to say it back.

You go home in a frenzy. Why didn’t he say it back? You can barely do your laundry without running the conversation over in your head. Did you do something wrong? You think you’ll wait a week, give it time, maybe he’ll call and say it. Maybe he’s still processing it. Does he not love you back? You end up waiting two days before calling him in the middle of the night.

“Okay! We can talk, lovebug. Why don’t you come over tomorrow night? I’ll order takeout.”

You can hear Eddie’s smile through the phone, completely unfazed by the ungodly hour and by the confusion and hurt in your voice. Your eyes go wide, and you slowly nod.

“Yeah… that works,” you say.

“Alright, I’ll see you then.”

But you’re still confused. He spoke and smiled like nothing was the matter. Like you hadn’t been down on your knees with devoted confession for him. Maybe he just didn’t hear you. Except you know he heard you because you said it in the rest between laughter and conversation and the way he gave you a soft smile meant he had to have heard you.

“I brought cupcakes.” You stand on his porch steps, shivering from the cold, wind licking your face and threatening to blow you off your feet. Eddie grins and takes the plate from you, grabbing your hand and leading you to the kitchen. He sets the soft yellow platter down beside the bags of takeout and whips around to leer at you like a big cat.

“Hi, bunny,” he whispers. And you’re already flustered.

Eddie smiles because he knows and plants one on you like you’ve never kissed before. Like it hasn’t been his favorite pastime the entire time he’s known you. Despite how stone-faced you told yourself you’d be, you crumple into temptation and whine when he pulls away.

Moments later, you’re both perched on his bed, facing each other while he’s smiling and poking at your knee.

“So…” Eddie says, batting his lashes.

“So?”

“Well, you said you wanted to talk—”

“Oh”—you press a hand to your face and take a deep breath—“I know, I’m just… okay… d’you remember the other day? We were cracking jokes on your bed and messing around in general and…”

“Yeah, I remember.” He inches ever closer, tugging at the sleeve of your coat like a needy cat. Because you don’t know how distracted he had gotten all while thinking about how pretty you looked. How pretty your laugh is and how he doesn’t know where he’d be if he didn’t have you.

“And then I said…”—you sigh—“I mean, I told you I love you, and you didn’t… say anything—”

And as if all of the blood had been drained from his face, he goes ghost-pale in embarrassment. He feels nauseous and panicked.

“Oh my God! Bug! I love you, I love you, I do, I’m—oh my God, I got completely distracted, I’m mortified, I swear, I—”

You feel relief, yet your voice is still small when you ask:

“Distracted? Distracted by what…?”

“Well”—and it makes him shy owning up to his conscience like this—“you were laughin’ so hard and… and then I snorted which made you laugh even harder and I was thinking… ‘bout how beautiful you looked smiling so wide, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you. And you said you loved me and I was on cloud nine. You were grabbing me and you looked like you could cry from laughing and I wanted to kiss you and I love you. And I’m sorry I got distracted.”

Your jaw unclenches and you sit there for a second, blinking at him in disbelief and yet complete understanding.

Then you tackle him, pin him to the bed with a yelp. And once he’s done wriggling, he’s scared for his life with how furious you look pressing him down like this.

“Eddie Munson!”

“Don’t be mad at me, please! Because I love you—”

“Shut up,” you say, grinning when he cups your face and swipes his thumb across your cheek.

“I do. I lo—”

“Shh, precious few words, Eddie.”

“Too bad, that sucks, I’m completely in love with you,” he huffs, “Now say it back.”

You grin and you look like you could bite a chunk out of him right about now. And he’s pretty sure he prefers it that way when you say:

“…I love you.”

“Damn right.”

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sturnioloshacker · 6 months

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hands - a matt sturniolo short

a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended

summary: an obsession with matt’s hands is taken to the next level through the power of jewellery

y/n had always been captivated by her boyfriend matt’s hands. there was something about the way they looked when interlocked with her small ones that drew her in. there was also something about the way they moved when hugging her and grabbing her face to kiss her that drew her in just that little more. from the first time they held hands, she knew she was hooked.

she couldn’t resist tracing her fingers along his palms whenever they sat together, lost in conversation. she also couldn’t resist the temptation of stroking his hands with her thumb whenever they held hands, the comfort settling in whenever they were in public together. matt found it endearing and adorable, how she would sometimes get lost in thought, her eyes fixed on his hands and her fingers playing with his.

after a night of filming, matt and y/n laid in bed together, enjoying the comfortable silence between them as they cuddled and held hands. y/n, breaking the silence, brought matt’s hand that was intertwined with hers up to her lips and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles. he looked at her with a puzzled smile.

“what’s that for?” he asked.

“i just love your hands, they’re so beautiful, and they’re a part of you, the part i love the most.” she confessed with a grin.

matt chuckled and pulled her closer.

“well, if my hands make you happy, then i'm happy.”

over time, as their relationship deepened, y/n’s fascination and obsession with matt’s hands grew. every time they went out in public together, his hands were wrapped around his, both their thumbs stroking each other’s skin to ease the nerves. when it just the two of them, matt’s hands were all over his girl. on her cheeks when they kissed, on her body when she felt self conscious about the way she looked, on her ass when he was feeling cheeky and around her waist when they cuddled.

matt went out to do a photoshoot with nick for the day and decided to wear some rings. he had never worn rings around y/n so this was a whole new thing to him. the next day, matt posted some photos from the shoot to his instagram.

“hey princess, i sent you something on instagram, i think you’ll love it.”

“okay?” she replies in confusion.

y/n opens up the social media app, her heart racing. what did he send me?, she thought to herself. she gasped at the first post on her feed. Photos from her boyfriend’s shoot.

“matt oh my gosh you look so hot!”

“keep swiping, there’s more!” matt giggled at his girl’s compliment, a blush spreading on his cheeks.

y/n swiped to the second photo and let the biggest squeal escape her lips.

“rings?! oh my god, that’s so sexy, matty!”

“you like when i wear rings?”

“of course i do! you love when i wear rings so it only makes sense that i love when you wear rings!”

matt smiles before gently grabbing y/n’s face and leaning in for a sweet kiss.

“guess i gotta wear rings more often then!”

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagine #sturniolo triplets fluff #sturniolo triplets x reader

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nathabat · 5 months

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How they surprise you

✰ content: ## sfw , gn!reader (you/your pronouns used) ,

Bi-Han

The Grandmaster is terrible at surprises. Keeping anything secret is natural to him when it comes to the Lin Kuei and the assignments or information they have to keep under wraps. So why is it so difficult for him to keep things from you?

He wouldn't know how to describe it. All he knows is the anniversary plans he's had in the works since the beginning of the year, put together so meticulously, threaten to burst at the seams each time he's forced to bite his tongue to keep you none-the-wiser.

He tries to keep it simple, he's a simple man after all, but each gesture is still somehow almost sickeningly sweet and romantic to its core.

Flowers delivered straight to your hands whenever he is away, a freshly wrapped and prepared bouquet of Lilies, Chrysanthemum, and white roses. Sometimes offered to you with a little note attached, scrawled in Bi-Han's familiar attempts at elegance. Just a location, a time, and instructions to dress comfortably. His palms are almost sweaty as he waits for you, so terribly eager to finally have you all to himself after long weeks and hours of work kept you away from one another.

He embraces you first, sighing as his tensed muscles relax the very second his hand engulfs yours, his strong and callused fingers gentle as they intertwine with yours before he guides you into his arms, Where he'll finally be able to kiss and cherish you like he had been meaning to all day <3

"The long days are much easier when I have you to look forward to... Happy Anniversary."

The way your eyes shine with delight make the wait so worth it.

Kuai Liang

He's the opposite of his brother, but he faces the same temptations of spilling his well planned secret each time his chest tightens with excitement as everything falls into place. He knows the wait is the hardest part, yet he's able to keep himself under control until the time comes.

He can't have you finding the decorations he and Tomas bought and threw together themselves before your birthday. He usually takes up kissing and smothering you in his arms to draw your attention away from anything that pertains to the surprise he has been planning for months. Next time you go to snoop, you'll find the boxes you had found earlier had been moved or replaced with something else entierly.

He struggles being subtle though. Those packages he has high up and is super cagey about?

"It's nothing, my flower. Some old training equipment- Ah, no, you can't touch it. I can't have you getting hurt."

So maybe it isn't such a shock when you come home, exhausted from an assignment Tomas had eagerly dragged you away on proclaiming he needed your help specifically, just to find Kuai Liang amidst a mess of decorations that suggested a celebration just for you. Looking around, Tomas and others of the Shirai Ryu have suddenly disappeared, leaving you with your beaming lover. Who is so thrilled to have you home.

With his hands on your hips Kuai Liang draws you into him, thumb rubbing over your cheekbone as he cups your face in his warm hand. He presses a kiss to your forehead first before his lips trace down to peck the tip of your nose, and then finally your lips.

"Happy Birthday, my love."

Tomas Vrbada

He wishes he had the patience of Kuai Liang in moments like these. There's almost hundreds of times he almost caved and told you, the words dancing on the tip of his tongue. He's complained to you a few times about how hard it is to not spoil a surprise, but when pressed he clammed up and swiftly changed the subject while brushing off both your confusion and suspicions.

It's a week in the making, no special day or reason for it aside from the fact Tomas so desperately wishes to take you on a trip away from everything else. He has Kuai Liang's blessing, all that it hinges on is your agreement when he finally has everything settled and planned to a T.

"What? Oh no, my sweet, I promise it's nothing!!"

And since it's so hard to picture sweet little Tomas hiding anything from you, it's quickly dropped. But needless to say it's still painfully obvious what's going on the more he slips up and stammers as he recovers.

Getting everything squared away is what took the longest, especially going behind your back to talk to your boss and basically bribe them to get you that special time off, and the second it's agreed upon he's racing home to finally tell you. Shows you the tickets, explains his plans, all with a big smile on his face. He almost seems more excited than you!

You hardly get any packing done with Tomas pausing to steal a kiss and gush about how happy he is, and all the things he can't wait to show you and do with you.

"I'll make sure you have fun!"

a promise sealed with another kiss <3

Johnny Cage

He does his best to surprise you any chance he gets. Not just for special occasions, but for the times he misses you. Showing up at your work and accidentally causing a ruckus because... Well, he's Johnny fucking Cage. You get a lot of business that day, though you needed to have a talk with him about disrupting your workplace like that. He's toned it down, and by that I mean he juts sneaks around to see you without alerting the press or his droves of fans.

Shows up right when you're about to take a lunch break and insists on taking you out. He does this everyday he can when he's not shooting his next biggest hit, and he always makes it a point to take you somewhere new each time you ask him to pick a place. He knows your tastes afterall, and so far he's hit the nail on the head each time :)

He surprises you at home too. While he cant seem to follow recipes worth shit, he does spend a lot of time getting some cooking lessons or drops a lot of money on a private chef so you come home to a gourmet candlelit dinner. And his open arms, of course. You don't get four feet in the door before he's kissing you on the temple and taking your coat, incredibly insistent on pampering you.

Massaging your shoulders after you take a seat and explains the assortment of food laid out before you. Gives you another kiss before taking his own seat. And Cage is all smiles when he sees you take the first bite and melt in relaxation at the savoury flavours.

"You deserve it, babe."

Kenshi Takahashi

His heart squeezed up into his throat hearing that. He swore he'd make it better and he did. The next day was the surprise as he gently woke you with some breakfast he somewhat haphazardly threw together, paired with a long and sweet kiss. Maybe you expected plans in the future, yet Kenshi was quick to plan a whole day for just the two of you.

His work against the Yakuza becomes more and more tedious and time consuming as the days pass. He does well at surprisingly well at keeping his personal life and his work totally separate, but there's been times it bleeds over. Being woken up from your embrace by a call of a lead that required his attention. He profusely apologized and kissed your forehead as you groggily blinked your eyes at him, but he was already rushing out the door.

Maybe it's been expected that you came to him and communicated you felt a bit second place to everything else, your own responsibilities eating you alive. You just wanted to come home to him, but even that became rare.

He takes you to the farmers market and picks out stuff for dinner, squeezing your hand cheekily when you ask what it's for. You two have a great lunch at a noodle place he used to visit a lot, and he's happy to share anything on his plate with you before heading out again.

He keeps his cards close to his chest, sharing breakfast and then telling you to get ready. He doesn't say why, just offers you assurance it'll be worth it.

You like books? He took you to a library/bookstore and let you pick anything out. His hand on the small of your back as you walk up and down the aisles, squealing about this and that.

"You're my focus tonight, darling. I'll worry about it after dinner."

It's a busy day, and when you come home he's quick to get you to put your stuff away before making dinner with him. An old recipe he favors, warm and the perfect way to wind down after a day being out and about. His hands are on yours as he helps you cube up some vegetables, sliding down to grip your waist the second you get a hang of it. Sento is good help here, because Kenshi can't get enough of how your face scrunches when he teasingly places a kiss right below your ear.

And as his phone buzzes and rings on the counter, he's more than happy to ignore it.

Raiden

He tries not to get too busy to keep time for his beloved, and still manages to find ways to keep the spark alive. You're not sure how you still manage to fall for his surprises, but it's almost endearing how much effort he puts into each one just to see you get all hyped up.

He's learned to keep Kung Lao out of it since he's spoiled a few too many of Raiden's plans even if he meant well, and you ended up having to kiss the frown off your boyfriend's face. Not like you were complaining though ofc <3

What tipped you off this time was the fact Raiden had been especially cagey. In a way that irked you, setting a pit in your gut as he excused himself on more than one occasion for Shaolin or "Champion matters", as he put it. Yet when you called Cage, he gave you a confused response. Raiden was just as wound up as you though, trying his best to keep himself together as he sneaked around your questions with some help from Tomas or, regrettably, Kung Lao.

It helped that Kung Lao didn't know what was in store, he just knew to keep you busy as Raiden settled a terrace reservation with Madam Bo on a night the skies were meant to be clear enough to see all the stars in the sky.

Producing a velvety box from his pocket, he collected himself with a deep breath before popping the question;

Your own worries seemed to relax and take a backseat as Raiden surprised you with the dinner, even as you noticed his nervous mannerisms as you gushed about the scenery and all the delectable food. He was almost sweating bullets as Madam Bo sent him a knowing look when she came up to check how it was all going, before he quickly ushered her away.

You were just finishing your wine when Raiden cleared his throat, gathering your attention as he sheepishly spoke about what an amazing time he's had with you in his life. He held your hand cupped in his as he rattled on, less than composed as he got out of his seat and dropped to one knee.

"Will you marry me?"

Kung Lao

He's always boasted about his romantic side and all the dates he took you on, planning them well even if a bit messily. There's been at least a couple times he didn't account for things that came up, or forgot to ensure his time off was squared away and had to rush back for something just to seek your forgiveness later. His eagerness has its own charm, so it wasn't hard to earn himself back into your graces after whining and throwing himself into your arms with some kisses placed along your jawline before you'd giggle and tell him you were never mad in the first place.

Even when that meant stealing you away from home to surprise you, wrapping you up tight in a coat and then pointed up. There in the distance across the rolling hills and water was lanterns dotting the dark sky. It was a beautiful sight, one you always wished to see but only managed to sleep through every time it came around. Kung Lao wrapped his arms around you, chest against your back before he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

He really has to make an effort if he wants to surprise you though. You know him so well its hard for his plans to go over your head, but after a long week of you struggling with one issue after another he really tries his hardest. Just to ensure you feel better, because that's all he wants in the end.

It damn near broke his heart to have you curled up and crying in arms as he stroked your head and down your back until he lulled you into a gentle slumber, free from worries even if just for a moment.

It was little things at first. Risking being late to helping Raiden so you could sleep in and he could bathe with you when you finally awoke, rubbing your shoulders and lathering you in soap even as you mumbled concerns about him being late. He assured you with gentle kisses down the ridges of your spine, cherishing and comforting you until he couldn't stall any longer and he had to make a quick beeline out the door. He wasn't done yet though, because until he saw you smile he wasn't content to leave you to your own devices.

"I promise, one of these days, I'm going to take you to see those lights."

☄. *. ⋆

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cherryflavoredvamp · 1 year

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🍒 double cherry pie 🍒

pairing: female reader x eddie munson

summary: you and eddie have been friends for years, until one day you decide to ask him what the handcuffs on his wall are for *wink wink*

warnings: 18+, smut, slight innocence kink but reader is playing dumb (strategically), come eating lolz, possessive eddie, bestfriend!eddie makes his return, not proofread i was really excited to post this one haha, and the rest is a surprise

author’s note: this idea came to my head and there are so many eddie fics it’s possible some version of this exists somewhere else, but anyhow my brain wouldn’t shut up about this idea until i wrote it down haha. please reblog and comment i love to hear your feedback it keeps me encouraged to write! okay ilysm enjoy babes

not proofread be nice - xoxo, slater

Eddie Munson was good at getting what he wanted needed out of you, he needed you more than he needed air to breathe. Not that you noticed though, you two had been friends for as long as you could remember and Eddie had always been inching closer and closer to having you all to himself. In your time as friends, Eddie had decided he would be your first everything. I’m talking all of the bases, first base aka kissing, second base aka touching above the waist, third base aka touching below the waist. And lastly, he planned on a home run, because in his mind no one else deserved to have you like that but him. He had been a guard dog of sorts, protecting you from any heartbreak, which meant scaring off anyone who tried to get their hands on you. It wasn’t easy, some were persistent, leaving notes in your locker, walking you to class, nothing or no one got between Eddie and his favorite girl. His girl.

“What are these for,” you feigned innocence at the handcuffs that adorned Eddie’s poster cluttered walls. You knew exactly what they were meant for, you just wanted to hear him say it. The confused look on your face nearly took Eddie’s breath away, now was his chance.

“For bad girls,” Eddie chuckled at his own ridiculous behavior. God, you were driving him crazy without even laying a finger on him.

“Oh?” Your voice rant with curiosity and interest, maybe you could be bad. Just this one time, maybe. Eddie was shirtless in his tight black jeans and he really couldn't have looked more delectable than he did at this very moment. The temptation was there for the taking.

“Mmmhm,” Eddie sat on his bed, hands placed behind him to prop him up.

“Mmmhm isn’t much of an answer, Munson,” your heart raced, you really couldn’t help toying with him a bit. He thought you were none the wiser, but you had a hunch for what all of his odd behavior meant lately. You were just unaware of how much he actually liked you. It was bordering on obsession and Eddie couldn’t help it, he adored you, always had. The tension the last few weeks were palpable to say the least.

“Well I could show you better than I can tell you…” Eddie smirked knowingly at you, sitting up to rest his hands on his thighs.

“And what is that supposed to mean,” you blushed sweetly. Eddie loved when he made you blush, if he only knew how many times you had blushed and turned away so he couldn’t see turn red. It happened more often than you liked to admit.

“You’re a hands on learner aren’t you,” Eddie trailed off hopefully.

Say yes, say yes, say yes Eddie thought to himself.

“How’d you know,” you smiled at him, of course he knew that he’s known you forever. He just hoped you’d say yes, and he was halfway to getting that yes.

“Hand em’ over then,” Eddie held out his hand and you took the handcuffs off the wall careful not to scuff the paint, not that Eddie would care. He worshiped the ground you walked on, after all.

“Okay…,” you say handing them to Eddie, and to your delight he pats his lap as if to say ‘take a seat.’

Straddling his lap you try your best to stay calm and cool about the whole situation, but it was a long time coming and you could’ve screamed if you weren’t so nervous.

“Now,” Eddie begins, holding the handcuffs out to you, “hands.” You place your hands in front of you waiting on further instruction, giddy as a kid in a candy shop.

Eddie cuffs your wrists and snaps the clasps shut sounds so final, heart pounding you smile and say “now what.”

“Now…you’re stuck with me,” Eddie places your cuffed hands around his neck and presses your body to his, you can feel how hard you’ve made him and you audibly gasp. Eddie’s hands are palming your ass, “nice skirt,” his hands are under your skirt now, fingers skimming the lace detail of your panties. “Cute,” Eddie comments, a small groan escaping his pretty mouth.

“Ditto,” you wanted nothing more but to kiss him in this moment, but good things were worth waiting for.

“Ditto? Are you calling me cute?” Eddie looked a mix between amused and confused. No one has called him cute since he was a little kid, it wasn’t a compliment he was used to. The frequented compliments came from the punk girl who worked the gas station near his house, and one of the older waitresses at his work. Sarah always complimented his hair and jacket, and Mabel always told him how handsome he looked with his hair pushed back as he worked. She had said he looked more and more handsome every time she saw him, she felt like she watched him grow up in the blink of an eye. And Sarah thought he was cool, but she liked women only, Eddie just happened to be the prettiest boy in town. Plenty of girls liked Eddie, but he was taboo, town gossip ensured his dating life was much more complicated than it should ever be for someone in their early twenties.

“Yes,” you sigh, a little dreamy sigh that had slipped out before you could stop it. “You’re cute, but you’re also hot.”

“Hot?” Eddie raised his eyebrows in shock, you’ve never really commented on his looks, you thought he already knew how good looking and charming he was. But you were getting the memo that he didn’t actually know, and you thought someone should let him know, you’d be damned if it was anyone else but you.

“As hot as the trailer gets in the summer when the window AC unit goes out and you hit it and cuss it out until it works,” you say making Eddie’s mouth drop. Were you really admitting you had feelings for him by making a reference to his shitty AC?

“Oh my god,” is all Eddie can say, “how long have you been in love with me?” And just like that his smartass attitude had returned with a vengeance, he knew you liked him now so all bets were off, no more tiptoeing around the truth.

“Quit it, are you going to show me what these handcuffs are for or not, Eddie Munson?”

“I could have you cuffed to this bed and screaming my name, but I don’t think you’re ready for that yet,” Eddie says and you scoff. “Don’t get an attitude with me,” Eddie smirks at the brat straddling him, “patience is a virtue, Princess.”

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes and wish you could cross your arms in protest. How did he know what you were and weren’t ready for? What was his fucking deal? “Whose the tease now,” you remark, not able to hold that one back when you should’ve been feigning innocence and keeping face.

“Oh, so you were doing that on purpose? Aw my little tease, how cute,” Eddie boops the tip of your nose with his finger.

“Shut up,” you retort.

“Be careful, remember I’m the one with the key.”

“What are you trying to say?” Your attitude was palpable at this point and Eddie was getting fed up. Before you knew what was happening Eddie had you flipped you onto the bed and a hand holding your cuffed wrists to the mattress above your head.

“I’m trying to say I’d be careful if I were you, I might keep you here like this forever,” his other hand held your cheek so gently like you might break.

“Is that a threat?” You’re the one smirking now, staying here under him didn’t seem like a bad fate after all.

“You’re going to kill me,” Eddie whispered, thinking of how to hold himself back when you were here, waiting for him to touch you, wanting him almost as much as he wanted you. Eddie knew he wanted to take his time with you, first base was the end goal but god the home run was right in front of his face, begging him to go further than he thought you were ready for.

Before he did anything else he had to know for sure, because it looked as though you could’ve already had your first kiss. Not that it would change his mind about you, he just wanted to be your everything, that was all. “Has anyone ever kissed you? Honest answer please.”

“No! Oh my god, I’ve been waiting for you,” you whined and writhed beneath him, he could feel his dick brush against you and he hissed at the feeling.

“You have no idea how what that means to me,” Eddie said reaching over you to his nightstand for the key.

“I think I have an idea,” you nodded your head towards his crotch and he laughed unlocking the cuffs.

Tossing the handcuffs to the side Eddie laughed and brought you back up to his lap in an instant, for a lanky guy he really had the potential to toss you around and that made your mind run wild with the possibilities.

“Kiss me already, what are you waiting for?” You ask impatiently squeezing Eddie’s arms.

“Waitin’ for that beautiful mouth of yours to quit moving,” Eddie brushed his thumb along your bottom lip teasingly and you nodded, closing your mouth, eyes big and glassy. He melted at the sight of you. “That’s more like it,” Eddie held your face and your hands held onto his arms in vice like grips. Eddie and you met half way, lips brushing slightly, “close your eyes,” Eddie directed making you laugh. Your laugh was cut short by him pressing his mouth to yours, he quite literally took your breath away. The kiss was soft and warm, gentle at first, Eddie ran his tongue across your bottom lip and you opened your mouth for him. The two of you melted together nicely, a sweet kiss turned pornographic and animalistic the way you two had both waited for this moment forever. Eddie moaned in your mouth and you pressed yourself against him, he was still sensitive but didn’t break the kiss even though it hurt. He thought it hurt too good to stop. His hands raked down your hips and then back up, you would’ve gasped when he groped your breasts but you were too busy devouring him to break the kiss. Too busy to question his hand under your skirt, feeling how wet you were for him. You could feel him smile as he ran his finger through your folds, two fingers stretching you out deliciously you couldn't fight the urge to rock back and fourth on his fingers, and that's when you pushed against him until his back hit the mattress. You broke the kiss and stared down at him, he cheeks were flushed and he looked breathtaking.

"Hmm," you sat up and fiddled with his handcuff belt buckle, he was looking at you with awe and curiosity. What were you planning to do next? He decided that would be your choice. Much to his surprise you started unbuckling his belt and undoing his jeans.

"Are you sure about this," Eddie held the waistband of his jeans, waiting on that yes again.

"I've never been more sure of anything, Eddie. I want you, I want this," you said and that's all it took for Eddie to peel his jeans off while you took your shirt off. Not feeling shy, not feeling anything but how right this all felt. Eddie's fingers slid along the waistband of your panties and slipped them off with ease, when you sat on top of him with no barrier in between the two of you he sighed with relief. Rubbing yourself on him was making his head spin, he let out a string of curses when you licked up his neck, kissing and sucking until he had you flipped over on your back again, giggling up at him, you knew just how to drive him wild.

"You're trouble," Eddie pumped two fingers in and out of you torturously slow, curling his fingers in a come hither motion over and over again until your legs felt like jelly and the sounds coming from you sounded rated R. You whined with his tongue on your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin until there was sure to be a big hickey in the shape of Eddie's mouth. But you didn't care what people would think, nothing could ruin this.

"You're sinful," slipped out of your mouth and you surprised yourself at the sheer smoothness of your words, something about him made you comfortable enough to say these dirty things.

"Mm, maybe my mouth is," Eddie's tongue circled your breast, sucking on your breast staring up at you, you knew Eddie's mouth wasn't the most sinful thing about him with his cock pressed to your tummy. You run your hands through his hair and whine, tears rolling down your cheeks from the overstimulation. "Feel good, Princess?" Eddie kissed your lips and smiled devilishly down at you.

"Mhm," you nodded.

"Mhm isn't much of an answer, baby. Need to hear you say it," Eddie parted your thighs further apart for him, angling himself closer to you and rubbing his cock up and down your folds, almost pushing himself in but not yet, not until you said it.

"Need to feel you inside me, please, Eddie," you held his face and swept his hair out of the way, your hands running through his hair were quickly becoming one of his biggest weaknesses. He couldn't deny you of what you wanted any longer, when the only thing you wanted was for him to be closer.

"Fuck," Eddie cursed burying himself into you halfway, "I don't know if I'll fit, relax for me. Ok, baby? How does that feel?" He kissed your cheek and wiped a tear away.

"More, please," you dig your fingernails into Eddie's back and he laughs, relieved he wasn't hurting you. "Feels good, Eddie, need more," you scratch down his back, cherry red nails gripping onto his waist, your hips moving against his, giving you everything you asked for and more. You really weren't expecting him to be this big.

Your kiss marks all over his chest and neck he tells you "you're making a mess of me, trying to ruin me for everyone else?"

"Isn't that what you're doing too?" You smirk up at him knowingly.

"That obvious, huh?"

"Yes," you cry out, your orgasm finally hitting you in waves.

"Oh my god, Cherry," Eddie said using that cute nickname only he could call you, no one else. Keeping the same pace he held you close and soothed you through the intensity, kissing you everywhere. "Let me see your tongue," you stick your tongue out and let him spit on it and makeout until you feel him release inside of you.

Then Eddie does something you never could've seen coming, he isn't done with you yet. He finds a comfortable place for his head between your thighs, biting and sucking at the plush flesh inside your thighs, there he kisses you pussy and sucks at your clit making you shake. Licking you clean, and lapping his come out of your pussy, you watch in amazement as he winks at you while his tongue fucks your pussy, the most sinful thing you've ever seen and felt.

You wondered just how long he planned to do this, if you only really knew how long he'd thought about having you like this. The hickeys on your neck were enough to scare anyone away from his Cherry pie.

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stinkysam · 20 days

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Lucifer Morningstar - No redemption for me.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “May I req Lucifer x Crowley!(from Good Omens) Reader? 👀👀” - anon

Reader : you/yours

Lucifer was the first to fall. You were second.

But despite sharing the same destiny, you and Lucifer were never really that close. It's only when he was invited at the Hazbin Hotel that he saw you, helping his daughter.

Now, it's true he never really heard about you after your fall so he had no reason to worry.

All he knew is that you worked for hell and would spend a majority of your time on earth to tempt the humans into a life of sin as he was told. So he wondered what you were doing here. It's with caution that he shook your hand.

“Hello.” You flashed him a toothy smile as you shook his hand, your eyes hidden behind your shades. “‘Tis been a while.” You said, continuing on smiling.

“Golly, yeah. Ahah.” He let go of your hand to move his hat a bit. “What have you been up to ?”

“Oh,” You grimaced. “This and that.” You put your hands in your pockets. “More this than that, actually.”

A bit confused by your words, Lucifer stared at you.

“And ‘this’... is ?”

“The hotel !” You exclaimed, putting your hands in the air before placing them back in your pockets.

“I thought you worked for hell ? You know, tempting humans…”

“Oh, yeah… yeah… As much as I can, I guess.” You said more quietly, as if thinking. “Yep… And you, King of Hell ?” You turned to him, smiling once more.

“Oh, uh, I still have words with heaven from time to time.”

“So you're still working with them.”

“For… as much as I can.”

“Same as me !” You exclaimed, chuckling lightly, making Lucifer laugh as well.

“So…” He started, looking away.

“Mh ?” You hummed, raising an eyebrow, your shades sliding slightly down your nose, exposing your yellow irises.

“For someone in charge of the temptations you're doing a rather nice thing.”

“What nice thing ?” You looked at him confused, your face turning serious as you pushed your glasses back up.

“The hotel !” He exclaimed, imitating you with his hands in the hair before lowering them.

“Oh, this isn't ‘nice’ !” You grimaced. “I'm not nice, I don't do nice !”

“Then what is it ? Helping my daughter with her redemption hotel ?” It was his turn to raise an eyebrow, leaning closer.

You grimaced, frowning.

“Why are you helping my daughter, then ? Thinking about redemption and going back up ?”

“Oh, nooo. Me ? An angel again ? No. I'm better off in hell… Kinda.”

“Then why do it ?”

“Bored, mostly. Mainly. Primarily ?”

“And also because deep down you're nice.”

You hissed with a grimace, feeling cornered.

“I see you're a bit of a bastard.” You said, making Lucifer laugh.

“I better get going. Charlie is going to give me a tour of the hotel. Wanna come ?”

“Nah. I already saw it.” You waved him off as you looked toward the bar to get a drink. “Well. See ya.” And with that you were gone. Leaving Lucifer with Charlie and Alastor.

He saw you again during the fight with Adam. You had suggested that everyone should leave the hotel to hide somewhere safe and far away from here but Charlie had refused. Running away was not an option.

So here you were, fighting with Charlie and your mutual friends as you kept yelling swear words and menaces at anyone that would dare attack you or your friends. Then, Lucifer came and quickly ended the fight with Adam, sending the exorcists back to heaven without the first man.

You helped rebuild the hotel, without singing or dancing with the others simply because that song wasn't your jam.

“So, you stayed. To fight.” Lucifer said, walking with you inside the new hotel.

“Well, of course I did, I wasn't… I wasn't gonna let them fight on their own !” You defended yourself, already knowing where it was going.

“It's nice of you.”

“It's not nice. Stop it. I'm not nice.”

Lucifer shrugged as he smiled. He stayed at the hotel till everyone was inside and as peace slowly settled over you all it was time for him to leave.

“Will I ever see you again ?” He asked, hope in his tone.

“Oh, yeah.” You nodded, confidently with a grin.

That's how you two started to be in touch with each other. Each time he would visit the hotel, he would spend time with you. Although you didn't talk much about your time as an angel, Lucifer did.

He liked to talk about your creations, how you helped put the stars in place. He felt strongly about your fall and let you know about it. But you just waved him off. You were glad to not work with heaven anymore with their stricts rules and no questions allowed. They don't even have a suggestion box !

Not that you were better off with hell, but at least you couldn't fall further and they let you do most of the things you wanted to do.

#male reader #m!reader #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar x male reader #lucifer morningstar imagine #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x male reader #hazbin hotel

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alxtiny · 9 months

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Kisses and Frosting | Jeong Yunho x Reader

Synopsis: where yunho comes asking for kisses and cuddles

Pairing: yunho x gn!reader, idol!yunho household au

Genre: fluff

Word count: 634

Warnings: none

Notes: when will it be my turn T-T

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It was your first day off in several weeks and you had decided to spend your time trying out some new recipes that had been patiently waiting for you in their Pinterest board. You were happily baking away in the kitchen, your hands covered in flour as you prepared the delicious treats, putting a mental note to remind yourself to save some for Yunho and the rest of ATEEZ.

The sweet aroma of vanilla essence, chocolate and cinnamon filled the air, making your mouth water. Yunho, who had returned from practice earlier than expected, couldn't resist the temptation of seeing you in the kitchen. He entered with a big grin and quickly made his way over to you.

"Hey there, beautiful," Yunho said, his eyes sparkling with affection, as his arms went around your waist, pulling you against his chest into a back hug.

Startled, you turned around, immediately relaxing after seeing your boyfriend, you noticed his hair was slightly wet and his thin t-shirt clung to his body because of sweat. ‘He’s been working hard’, you thought to yourself and exclaimed, "Hey! When did you get back, I didn’t hear you come in?”

“ Just now, what are you baking? Can I have a taste?", he said, his eyes swimming in mischief. You chuckled at his eager expression, “Not yet, Yunho. I'm not done, and you know it's bad luck to taste the batter before it's baked."

He pouted playfully, "Oh, come on, if not that, what about a tiny kiss for good luck, then?". He moved away from you, leaning against the doorway with a puppy like expression on his face. You could almost see his drooping ears.

You shook your head with a laugh, "Nice try, but no. I need to focus on these treats."

Undeterred, Yunho decided to try a different tactic. "Okay, but what about some cuddles? Can I at least get some cuddles?"

You couldn't help but smile at his adorable request, but you still had work to do. "I'd love to, but right now, you'll have to wait till I’m finished……unless you want flour on your face."

Yunho's playful side kicked in, and he decided to get your attention in a different way. He sneaked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, once again but instead this time he began tickling your sides.

"Yunho, stop it!" you giggled, squirming away from his tickling fingers. But he was relentless, continuing to tickle you as you tried to resist.

Finally, you managed to turn around and grabbed a tiny bit of frosting from the nearby bowl. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you smeared it on Yunho's nose, laughing at his confused expression.

"What did you do?" Yunho asked, crossing his eyes and trying to see the frosting on his nose.

You couldn't stop laughing as you replied, "I put a little frosting on your nose, that's all."

Yunho raised an eyebrow, a devious grin forming on his face. Before you knew it, he had taken a small amount of frosting and playfully smeared it on your cheeks and nose.

"Oh, you're in for it now," you said, reaching for more frosting. You put some on your finger and swiftly swiped it across his lips before pulling him into a sweet kiss.

He chuckled against your lips, but his laughter turned into a surprised gasp when you discreetly grabbed more frosting and slathered it onto his face.

Yunho's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Alright, you got me! I surrender!"

You both stood there, covered in frosting, laughing together and enjoying the playful moment. The kitchen may have been a mess, you knew you’d have to clean it up later but seeing the smile on Yunho’s face made it all worth it.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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AITA for not wanting to play DnD with a teenager?

So I (22F) am in college and after classes I like to play DnD with four of my friends, Ricky (21M), Tara (21F) Lola (22F) and Julie (20F)

Well recently Tara's little sister Ashley (15F) has been hanging out at Tara's apartment, where we usually have our game sessions, after school. Like for about two weeks now. Tara says its because her mother got a new job and doesnt get off work until 7pm so Ashley stays at the apartment from 4pm till about 7:30pm when her mother comes to pick her up.

4 pm is when our game sessions start most of the time (depending on if any of us have night classes that day or not) which means we now have a literal child watching us play. And because of that Tara has asked that we tone down the game sessions to be more "appropriate" and we also cant get drunk until Ashley leaves (which is stupid because Julie is under 21 and we can drink around her just fine but whatever) frankly I didnt mind the constant audience since Ashley was far more interested in watching us play than watching TV or playing on Tara's switch.

Well apparently just watching wasnt good enough for the brat because when i got to Tara's apartment for a game, Ashley was sitting at our table, excitedly filling out a character sheet while chattering nonstop with Ricky and Lola (Julie wasn't coming this time she had the stomach flu)

I naturally asked what she was doing because she normally just watched. Ashley gave me a confused look and said that she was joining our game like we had apparently talked about in our groupchat the night prior. Ricky and Lola both backed her up and showed the groupchat.

I had seen the messages but I thought Tara was joking about adding a literal child that doesnt even have a learners permit to our game that we had been continuing for three months now. I naturally went to go confront Tara.

She said that I agreed to let Ashley join in and if I didn't want to play with her I could've just not come.

Is she fucking serious?

What kind of sane person would want to play with a literal child and its edgy as fuck character (like the character was a wolf necromancer dressed in all black with two random scars across its chest. You could smell the hot topic radiating from this cringefest)

Tara refused to listen to reason and instead insisted that Ashley can play just for tonight and if i didnt like it I could leave.

I had no choice to stay and play

It was so fucking miserable.

The brat was constantly making stupid mistakes and dragging the whole party down with her. We constantly had to stop so Ricky (our DM) could explain things that should've been obvious because Ashley was too stupid to actually figure it out. My character was having to bail her's out near constantly. It was getting to the point where I just wanted to legitimately slap Ashley. I didnt because Tara would absolutely murder me but oh the temptation was strong.

And the worst part? I was the only one who seemed to be upset that our game was being completely thrown off course. Ricky, Lola and Tara took all of Ashley's many many fuck ups in stride and actually seemed to be enjoying it.

I have no idea why, that game was a train wreck

After an hour of hell Ricky called it quits for the day.

Which was weird because we usually go well into the night most of the time. Once the game was over Tara grabbed me by the arm and led me to the kitchen.

She asked me what the hell my problem was because it was apparently MY fault the game went so poorly and not the literal child's.

So I let her have it.

I told her it was a stupid idea to let her dumbass sister play with us, that Ashley shouldnt be playing with adults and its stupid to expect us to bow to the whims of a fifteen year old. I told her I never wanted to play with stupid bitch ass of a sister ever again.

I left the apartment after that.

This morning I was removed from the groupchat and all my friends have blocked me

Except for Lola, who has been going off on me in dms all day, calling me a horrible person, transphobic, a bully and a bitch. Every name in the book. None of them are talking to me and Julie, who wasn't even there keeps calling me an asshole and says i should apologize

AITA? I dont think i did anything wrong but everyone else thinks I did

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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aslashphoenix · 9 months

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So, it’s time that we discuss GO2 ending and why I think Metatron has ASSURED the success of the INEFFABLE PLAN a.k.a, the second coming. (Or has he?)

So first things first: the obvious.

After 6.000 years together on earth, we have established, with any trace of doubt that Crowley and Aziraphale LOVE EACH OTHER.

We’ve also learned that Demons have morals (by Crowley refusing to destroy everything Job holds dear). And that Angels can be TEMPTED (by Aziraphale accepting the food and lying not only to the archangels but to the SUPREME archangel, that those were Job’s new kids).

So, that brings us to the declaration.

Crowley it’s trying so hard to make Aziraphale see that he loves him, completely and unapologetically. That they are more than Heaven and Hell, they are an US.

During that speech, we see Aziraphale very conflicted. He jumps from happy to confused, to sad and angry. He even forcefully pleads Crowley to accept going to heaven with him, using every word that he knows works, in hopes to change his mind (He was desperate when he blared that “I NEED YOU”).

But Crowley doesn't yield, he's still trying to make Aziraphale realize he's wrong for choosing Heaven over them. Which brings me to this dialogue:

C: “Listen, do you hear that” A: “I don't hear anything” C: “That's the point, no nightingales”. “You idiot, we could have been US”

At that exact moment, Aziraphale looks away from temptation, because let's be clear, Crowley IS TEMPTING HIM. But when Crowley sees that words won't reach him, he launches into a desperate kiss, pouring all his heart.

When they brake apart, Aziraphale looks distressed, almost on the brink of tears. He is fighting too many emotions within himself and you can see a split moment when he almost says yes to Crowley, but instead, he resisted temptation by saying “I forgive you”

But why you ask? Why is Aziraphale trying so hard to resist Crowley's temptation? Simple: Metatron.

Metatron used his celestial powers of conviction on Aziraphale by using the coffee as a ploy for his manipulations, but not by spiking it. Metatron went to earth with one simple plan in mind: Make Aziraphale convince Crowley to convert into an Angel or break them apart.

When Metatron arrived, Aziraphale was clearly uncomfortable with his presence and made quite clear that he had no intention of hearing him out, “I don’t believe there’s anything left to be said. I’ve made my position quite clear.” but then, everything changed with this conversation:

A: “You brought me a coffee?” M: ”Are you going to take it?” A: ”Shal I…?” M: “Drink it? Of course. I’ve ingested things in my time, you know.“ A: “It’s …Oh, it’s very nice”. M: “Yes, I should jolly well hope so”

This for me, it’s the utmost form of manipulation from Metatron. The coffee represents an olive branch, offered as a ruse for Aziraphale to completely trust him and let his guard down, by implying that he is not so righteous himself and also enjoys the guilty pleasures that humankind has to offer (let's remember that Angels do not require eating for sustenance, so when Aziraphale does it, it's simply for the pleasure of it. Something viewed as a lack of strong morals for an Angel). Metatron even reinforced this by smiling at him, knowingly.

But he is clearly FAKING THIS, because the second Aziraphale can't see him, he looks at Crowley with utmost disgust. (I firmly believe that was Metatron who Crowley spoke to, about his suggestions on God's plan for the universe. Marking him a person non grata, and by default a Fallen Angel).(Also golden star to Metatron for not just getting Aziraphale out of his safe space (the bookshop), but also for getting him away from the person that could smell his bullshit speech from miles away: Crowley)

The next bit of the conversation is filled with pleasantries towards Aziraphale, saying that he is the only Angel fitted for the position.“ You are a leader, you are honest and don’t just tell people what they what to hear” And while you might think that those are good things, they are actually the qualities that Metatron HATES about Aziraphale.

Metatron played Aziraphale expertly, making him VERY EXITED for the prospect of going back. Because If he can change how things are done in Heaven, that means that Heaven was not the problem but the people running it (and by default, making him a good Angel by lying just to save Job’s children). He could even make space for someone like Crowley, who is neither good nor bad. In other words, Aziraphale intends to PAINT HEAVEN IN DIFFERENT SHADES OF GREY, so he and Crowley could be TOGETHER on the “right side”.

That’s why you can see how pained Aziraphale looked after Crowley left the bookshop and almost backtracked his decision. He didn't because his desire to fix things and create a just and truly good system is greater than Crowley's temptation.

(Aziraphale is saying: The system is unfair and I can change it. FOR YOU, FOR US. Whereas Crowley: The system works as intended. This is not a Bug, but a Feature. We should stay out of it, in OUR SIDE, TOGETHER).

But why would Metatron, a supreme celestial being care about any of this? Because he FEARS THEM.

It was very early established that Demons and Angels are enemies and should not, under any circumstance dwell or interact with each other, because they are hereditary enemies. But what if that's not the real reason? What if Angels and Demons should not work together because they would become extremely powerful?

Through the ages, Crowley has been making miracles for Aziraphale and vice versa, but the first time that they perform a miracle TOGETHER, the Lazarus scale went bananas, saying that that magnitude of power could only be compared to a supreme archangel. And all that happened while they were trying to perform the tiniest of miracles. Imagine what they can achieve by truly joining forces.

TOGETHER as HEAVEN AND HELL, they have the power to tip the balance and frustrate what Metatron think is the ineffable plan.

So, with the second coming afoot, it’s only logical to eliminate that threat. Whether by transforming Crowley into an angel and getting reed off his Hell powers, or by removing Aziraphale from earth and by default, Crowley.

Metatron made a gamble and he thought he won, but he lost.

If we know anything about these characters it's that they could always rely on each other “I can always rely on you and you could always rely on me” The love and care that they share for each other it’s a crack on Metatron’s manipulations, that will grow and shatter his plan. (At first, Aziraphale will truly believe that he is making a difference and that he can change Heaven like Metatron implied, but soon he will learn the truth: Heaven and Hell won't change unless forced to).

These two ARE THE INEFFABLE PLAN that God designed:

Bringing BALANCE INTO THE UNIVERSE by destroying Heaven and Hell, not their residents, but the institutions themselves. No more Heaven, no more Hell, just celestial beings going as far as they can with what they think is right.

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misslovasstuff · 2 months

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stylist!sanji x fem!reader

summary: Sanji makes you a nice dress. Of course he is quite excited to see it on you.

warning: contains nsfw, praising, penetration, dirty talk, aftercare, vanilla…

author’s note: this has been in my drafts for too long, hope you guys enjoy!

“You made this… for me?” - your eyes sparkle with joy as you stare at the dress your boyfriend had crafted specifically for you. There was no occasion or need for it. Actually when you asked him why is he gifting you this, he simply answered:

“Can’t I spoil my princess a little?”

Your mouth drops as you approach and observe it closely. The color, the fabric, the cut… everything was perceived as you wanted it.

Of course it would turn out perfect. Sanji designed it with only you in mind, he breathed life to this dress with the idea and hope to seeing you wearing it. He didn’t even take your measurements, he didn’t need to. Your man knows every inch of your body and made the dress to fit those pretty curves of yours perfectly, he was certain.

“Love, don’t you want to try it on?” - he asks, taking his glasses off and putting on the table nearby, leaning his hips against it while crossing his arms with a smile.

“I don’t think that was a question now, was it?” - you mirror his smile and start making your way to the dressing room when a cough interrupts your pace.

“Mhm?” - you turn around, confused.

“It’s only us in this place. You can dress up here. - Sanji smirks, tilting his head as his eyes scan you from head to toe. - You know, just in case you need assistance.”

“So professional of you, love… it’s so hot when you’re so dedicated.” - you say, raising an eyebrow and smirking back to him. - Sure, I’ll try it on right here.”

The blond’s heartbeat fastens as he swallows hard and licks his lips. You begin by hanging the dress close by. It’s not hard to notice his eyes fixated on you, so you try your best to maintain eye contact with him as you unbutton your shirt slowly.

one, two, three…and there it was.

nothing would have prepared Sanji for the view he has in front of him right now. You weren’t wearing a bra and your whole chest, bare chest, was exposed to your boyfriend who seemed to gasp under his breath as he takes a strong grip on the table’s corner.

“Fuck, babe… going out like this? - he takes a step closer towards you but is soon stopped by facing your palm, signaling him to stop.

“You said you’d watch in case I needed assistance. Do I look like I need help?” - you widen your eyes and smile, lowering your hand and continuing taking off your shirt completely. Your hair moves along and then falls gracefully on your chest. You sensually push them back, letting your hand trace the skin of your neck as you close your eyes for a second, feeling quite satisfied with the way Sanji was holding his breath whilst looking at you.

“Oh, I’ll tell you what you look like… - Sanji says, his chest raising and falling a bit faster as he registers every move of yours in his head. - You look like you’ve had some sort of intention since the beginning, knowing you’d come here and see me.”

“Let’s just say you’ve been in my head all day.” - You respond to his remark and continue undressing, now grabbing your skirt that was up your waist and slowly pulling it down. It falls on the floor and you stare at it for a while.

“Oops, don’t want to make a mess.” - you say, bending over to grab the skirt from the floor, providing Sanji with a full view of your ass which made him bite his lip and unleash a bit his collar which felt so restricting in this very moment. However it wasn’t the tie that leaving him out of breath. It was taking a whole lot of power for him not to move forward, not to touch you and give in to the temptation of tracing your lines with his fingers while his lips leave signature kisses on your warm skin.

“Yes, better not get too messy, sweetheart. - Sanji says, picking a cigar out of his pocket and lightning it. He puts it between his lips and exhales the smoke while looking up and down at your body. - Need some help with those tights?”

You gulp hard, your heart beating faster once you realise that once he touches you, even the fire of a thousand cigarettes could never compare to the flame that arises once his breath alone tingles your lips before he kisses them.

“Yes, please.”

Sanji finally approaches with a smirk.

“No need to beg yet, sweetheart.”

He puts the cigarette back to his lips and kneels down, looking up at you. In response you smile, a bit of blush appearing on your face.

“What a view… no matter from what angle I look at you, my heart always stops and only starts beating again when you give me that smile.”

He pats his thigh for you to rest your foot. You don’t hesitate in following his command, however your mind was going crazy when you stare at him for a bit. He looked so hot; his tie was a bit unleashed, revealing his chest so subtly. His gorgeous hands ready to touch you, his eyes that were gentle yet hungry came over you. Not to mention his lips that held the cigarette, whose smoke reached your nostrils but you were used to that now.

“Good girl.” - he says, tracing your legs with his fingertips, going all the way up to your inner thighs where he stops and parts them away. He gets a small gasp out of you. - Now now, what is this reaction?”

You take a hold of his tie as he squeezes your right inner thigh, almost sticking his nails into your skin. Then he slaps it, grabbing it and pulling you closer. His hot breath is now between your legs. You can feel his smirk as his mouth approaches.

You run your fingers through his hair right when you thought he was going to eat you out. However, Sanji had other plans in mind.

He backs away and tilts his head up to look at you.

“Having second thoughts?” - you provoke him, meeting his piercing gaze.

His hand travels up to the back of your leg, right under your ass cheeks. With his other hand he takes his cigar and exhales the smoke up to you, while looking with such a hot expression on his face.

“Second thoughts? More like thinking about a hundred ways I could fuck you good right now.”

You blush tremendously, your body frozen in place.

His hand now grabs your butt, squeezing it and then climbing higher to your back, pulling your tights down gently.

The tights go down and are accompanied by his hand tracing your bare skin left behind which send shivers down your body.

Once they’re off, he takes them and puts them away.

“Beautiful.” - he says, planting small kisses on your thigh while caressing it.

Just as you’re about to get turned on, Sanji gets up and exhales the smoke once again while lending the dress to you. This man was teasing you and clearly enjoying it.

However, you don’t give in to his teasing, thus you take the dress and wear it, pulling it down and fixing your hair after. It fits nicely and the color looks great on you. However, Sanji looks sceptical about it. You notice him by looking at the mirror reflection. He approaches from behind you and says:

“Now, love, that’s not the final look. Come here.”

Sanji is one of those men that guides and leads you gently. Now, he smirks under his breath, tying the ribbon behind your back then touching your hips, pulling you closer to his body, making you feel his excitement.

“Crazy how I put you in this myself and want you out of it right now, so badly…” - Sanji places a kiss on your shoulder, the tip of his nose tracing your skin, giving a tickling sensation.

“Sanji…” - you breathily moan his name, tilting your head as you run your fingers through his hair, feeling his lips buried deep in the skin of your neck.

Those pretty sounds of yours flipped a switch for the blond, picking you up and resting you to the table, parting your legs nicely to make room for him.

His arms stand firm on both your sides, surrounding you as his body hovers over yours. You put your arms around his shoulders, staring deeply into his eyes.

“This isn’t very professional, making out with your girlfriend in your studio…” - you tease, taking his cigar from his mouth and sucking it. The smoke you exhale is all over his face, to which he gives a satisfying smirk.

“I’m testing the product, wanna see how flexible it can get.” - he pulls you by the waist and you arch your back, surrounding to his presence.

He takes the cigarette out of your mouth and throws it away, crushing his lips with yours as your hands run around his back.

You moan in his mouth as his tongue explores yours, his kisses taking your breath away as your hands clench to the fabric of his shirt.

“I guess I wasn’t the only one thinking about this all day. - you tease, caressing his lower lip with your thumb. There is a moment of intense eye contact before you start feeling his smile under his breath as he’s kissing your skin all the way from your jaw to your collarbones, making you leave out small moans that always give him an instant turn on. Fairly, everything about you does. To add a bit more gasoline to the fire, you whisper in his ear:

“Tell me, out of those hundreds of ways you were thinking of fucking me, which one do you like the most?” - your whispering voice sends shivers down his body as he pulls you in even closer to his embrace, giving a hickey on the nape of your neck then kissing it gently. You were slowly turning into a moaning mess.

“What if I say I liked all of them, would you know why that is?” - he says, his hand travelling up your neck and taking a light grip to it while his piercing gaze was on you.

With a shake of the head, your eyes go down his shirt where you reach out to unbutton it. However, Sanji grabs your chin so your eyes are fixed on his.

“It’s because in all of them, you’re screaming in pleasure.”

You bite your lip, feeling like his eyes were eating you alive.

Sanji gets back, hands away from you as he watches in satisfaction you unbuttoning his shirt, letting his bare chest be visible to your eyes that had gotten dry before seeing it.

He doesn’t move and just observes what you’re going to do next, how much you want him and how desperate you’ve been all day for him.

Your mind is all foggy, so much so that reason has left and has made space only for desire. You grab his belt and pull him closer, feeling his sex pressed against yours. He groans and soon your lips press against his as your hands caress his wide chest then lower abdomen which when you touch, Sanji leaves out a small moan and takes a strong grip on your hips.

“So sensitive today, - you whisper, planting small wet kisses on his chest. - I love it when I hear you moan like that.”

“Ah, love… - he whispers in your ear, brushing his fingers through your hair. - you’re getting me so worked up.”

Sanji kisses you deeply, holding the back of your head, slowly sliding it down on your shoulders where he runs his fingertips through your forearm before grabbing your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. He keeps kissing you, now your back pressed against the table as Sanji hovers over you, breaking the kiss for a second just to look at you.

“Beautiful… - he says breathily before going downwards to your chest, kissing and gently biting your skin. - … so beautiful…”

His hand follows his lips. Sanji caresses each place he bites until he reaches your breasts which he grabs roughly. You let out a moan, calling his name seductively:

“Sanji… - his eyes gaze upon yours and he gives you a cheeky smile. - i…”

“You’re blushing. - he points out, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs while maintains eye contact. - Does it mean you like it this way?”

Sanji raises an eyebrow, grabbing your breasts tighter as he devours one in his mouth. The way his tongue moves around it and his lips pull it makes you go crazy. You caress the back of his head, whining about how right he was about you.

His other hand goes down your body, gently tracing your skin down to your thigh.

“If that’s what you like, - he leans in, whispering. - I’ll give it to you.”

Sanji grabs your thigh and pulls your legs up his waist. Your private parts grow even closer that even a slight movement makes both of you lose your minds. A bit of initial friction earns a groan from your boyfriend who adjust himself nicely at your entrance.

Although you can’t see, you feel his arousal growing close to your panties as he parts your legs even further.

“Fuck me, - you say under your breath, - ohh I need that so badly right now.”

Sanji listens, giving you a smug grin:

“Need what?” - he teases, putting his hand under your dress where he grabs the sides of your panties, pulling them down.

You bite your lip, covering your face with your hand as you feel your cheeks blush.

“Need… - you try to blurt out what you mean but Sanji’s gaze on you made your heart skip a beat and words stuck on the throat. - … fuck…”

You cuss out, Sanji tilting his head with a smile as he teases your entrance with his already hard length.

“You’re so frustrated, love. - he keeps teasing, seeing how needy you felt. He had a satisfying smile on him, knowing your relief would come soon. - Speak to me. Tell me what you need.”

He raises your chin, making his eyes meet yours. You gulp hard, feeling his warm hands still having a grip on your thighs while his dick is already halfway in.

“Sanji… - you keep moaning, clenching your hand to the table corner. - … I need you to… fuck me in this pretty dress you made for me.”

Your boyfriend bites his lip, now entering fully in you as he grabs your hips.

“Good girl, - he says, leaning closer to you, leaving it in before making any move. He makes sure to read your expression and act accordingly but now your face is expressing the dire need to be praised by your boyfriend so now he’s even more eager to completely be in you, completely pleasing you. - so good that you’re getting so many presents today.”

You’re so spoiled by him, in any way that you can ever think of. Even when times when the blond teases you, he does so because he knows you like it.

Now Sanji starts thrusting in you, groaning a bit as your walls adjust to his size. His hands which are on your hips travel slowly down your thighs, where he caresses them.

“You’re the greatest piece of art this studio can ever have.” - he says between heavy breaths.

The pace is slow yet so satisfying cause you feel his movements completely, deeply, with a level of intimacy only Sanji can provide. There is time for you to observe and take in all the pleasure. You always loved the way he starts, proving how romantic and gentle he is, at least at the start…

“My precious, - his breath gets heavy, - my precious love…”

As the pace increases, Sanji grabs your right leg, putting it over his shoulder. It was unexpected but the position made you gasp of how great it felt. You feel him in places you haven’t before and it’s driving you crazy.

“Ahh, love… - you scan his formed biceps and reach to hold them. - … is this right?”

You ask him as you part your legs further, moaning.

“That’s right, love. You’re doing so well.” - he moans, feeling ecstatic with every thrust which reached deeper inside you.

He kisses your inner thigh, bites it while groaning and then looks at you. His gaze is weakened by the immense pleasure, yet his eyes show pride and hunger.

“I’m …doing well aren’t I? Ahh… - you say between loud moans, - I’d do everything for you.”

Sanji pushes his head back, hands pressed agasint the table as he picks up the pace. Now you feel his hot breath agasint your neck as he keeps pushing you on the edge.

“When you say things like that to me… I lose all control.” - Sanji takes a sight grip on your neck, whilst looking deeply in your eyes, both heavily breathing.

“Lose it on me, I can take it all.”- you widen your mouth with every gasp that leaves it, whispering his name while grabbing his shoulders, pulling him closer to his embrace as you bite his skin.

“Of course you can. You’re my good girl, you’ve proven over and over how well you handle my cock. - Sanji says with a tone of voice that seems sexier than ever, especially when you glance at the expression on his face that his drunk with pleasure, eyes covered slightly by his messy hair. - And fucking you like this… goodness… I won’t ever be able to sleep again.”

You smile, pulling his face closer to yours, exchanging a long kiss, so needy and so steamy that emphasised even more the hunger you have for each other. Sanji smirks at the way you completely devour his mouth, feeling your nails digging on his skin.

“Love, please, I’m … so close…” - you manage to blurt out as your lover’s thrusts are becoming more and more powerful, much deeper and so satisfying.

“I’ll let my good girl cum all over… go for it, sweetheart.” - his reassurance and his usual word of endearment that now more than ever sounded like it truly belonged, made you reach your climax, followed immediately by his. You swore you would have came for a second time just by seeing Sanji reaching his high, his groaning and strong grip on your body, there was a sort of aggression that was attractive to you, one that comes after such a good relief.

“so good to me… you did so well.” - sanji caresses your cheek with the back of his hand and places a gentle kiss there.

“Was the dress flexible enough?” - you say lightheartedly, moving strands of hair away from his face.

“Need to go through more tests, I think…” - he smiles, pulling you up from your position and placing you in his arms.

“Thank you, Sanji, for loving me like this.” - your words vibrate on his chest as you rest your head there.

“I was made with such purpose, like this dress is made for you only.” - although your words caught him off guard, he can’t deny the happiness he felt upon hearing them.

You look up his eyes and smile, biting your lip as you drown your face in his neck.

“I love you.”

Sanji’s heart completely melts, hugging you even tighter.

“I love you too, my precious. Too much, I love you too much.”

That studio of your stylist boyfriend had yet to see wilder encounters like this one, but one thing is for certain: Sanji gives a lot, not always expecting something in return. And you? You give him what he needs the most, to be loved and cherished, you give the artist what he envisions in his head. ‘My muse’ he’d call you multiple times a day, so much that even the sketches he makes for his clothes would often be associated with your appearance, unconsciously so. Sanji praises and doesn’t expect any in return, but you’re always appreciating his hard work. It comes naturally that he wants to make you happy, for you are both two sides of the same coin, people who give so much when they’re in love.

#sanji fanfic #sanji imagine #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #sanji #sanji smut #sanji x y/n #sanji x you #sanji x reader #sanji oneshot #one piece #one piece oneshots #one piece x you

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miserable-sarah · 1 year

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Bad Boy

18+

Pairings: Demon Sam x Reader

Warnings: Dark sex, NSFW, unprotected, fingering, dirty talk, language, Dark Sam

Summary: Sam is possessed, and hot af.

“I’m going to look for him” Dean mutters out

“Dean stop! He probably stopped somewhere. He’s fine”

“Listen no offense but you don’t know what’s been going on with Sam. He’s just-“ Dean stops talking

“He’s just what?” You cross your arms.

“He’s just not himself lately.” Dean says quietly walking out of the bar. You roll your eyes at him. Sam wouldn’t do anything stupid he probably stopped for food or beer. He’s not in trouble. You wipe down the tables in the bar and get to the bar counter, you here the door jingle.

“Sorry we’re closed” you yell out not even looking.

“I know” you hear a familiar voice

“Sam” you smile “where have you been Dean is worried sick”

“Oh is he?” He says walking up to you getting closer and closer you back up until your back is against the counter

“Y-yeah he is” you stutter

“Is be here?” He asks his chest inches from yours. You shake your head ‘no’

“No he left. He went looking for you” you say despite your mouth going dry.

“Oh he did” his is deeper and rougher. You swallow thickly. His body is pressing against yours “that’s a good thing isn’t it?” He says In a whisper. You shake your head yes. Sam flips you around so your back is pressed to his chest. His hand on your throat. “Yeah I thought so too” he pushes your face into the counter and holds it there by pressing down on the back of your throat.

“S-Sam what are you doing?” You choke out confused and extremely horny. He’s got you soaking right now and he has no idea.

“Having some fun. Giving into temptations” he says so calmly there’s almost something wrong with it. “You want this don’t you?” He chuckles “actually I already know you do. You slut” he’s harsh about it, which makes you even more wet. You wiggle your ass trying to feel him, he laughs at you. “Wow look how pathetic and desperate you are”

Where the hell did soft Sammy go who is this person. You’re not complaining but oh my god. He couldn’t be hotter. Sam lifted your your skirt showing off your lacy white thong. “Hmm white. For purity?” He says messing with the hem. You squeeze your thighs together trying to feel something. “Oh but there is nothing pure about you is there?” his words ring in your head, you can't even think straight. Your whole vocabulary went to "Oh my god, fuck me, I need you." He moves your thong to the side giving him access to your clit. He gathers some of your wetness and uses it as a lube, he rubs your clit, you bite your lip so hard you think you're bleeding you close your eyes tight trying your hardest not to move.

"You like this don't you" you can feel him smirking "Don't you" he says slapping your pussy causing you to jump

"Yes" you say barely audible

"I know" He says in a mocking voice you let out a shaky breath. Your body starts to shake, you close your eyes and let out a long moan. "Already close?" He chuckles "I haven't even put my fingers in you yet"

Your face is still against the cold counter, your breathing is picking up faster and faster. This entire situation is something you dreamed of you never ever thought it would be happening in real life. Sam this hot, this rough. It seems so unnatural but you don't care.

"Please" You moan not even knowing what you're asking for, you just want to feel something.

"Please?" he completely slides off your thong slowly.

"Please" You repeat. Sam chuckles darkly and enters a finger in you, he slides right in because of how wet you are. You let out little moans. Sam bit down on your shoulder, then kisses your back. He adds another finger, his other hand slides up your shirt.

"No bra?" he asks shocked "not so innocent" he teases your nipple, tweaking and twisting it. You try to move your head but he stops you.

"Sam" you moan

"Don't move." He tells you sternly. You bite your lip and try not to move at all. Your legs are starting to shake, you try so hard not to let them. Sam's grip on your neck gets tighter he shakes his hand a little. "Don't. Fucking. Move." He says through his teeth. Sam removes his fingers from you and shoves them in your mouth. You take them suck on them swirling your tongue. "Good girl" He says in your ear. You can hear messing with his belt and pants. You feel a hard something at your entrance you moan loudly just thinking of his cock inside you.

"I see you're ready, so needy. I bet you can't wait to feel so full of me you can't even think straight. You're going to get so cockdrunk you won't even remember your pretty little name." He says in your ear.

"Please Sam. Please fuck me" you beg. Sam slams into you without warning and keeps going, giving you no time to adjust. You scream out in pain and pleasure. "Oh my god, keep going" You grip onto the counter so hard your knuckles turn white. Sam stops. You let out a big confused breath.

"Don't tell me what to do. okay?" his hand squeezes your cheeks. You nod your head yes. "Good" Sam says roughly letting go of you. He continues to pound into you. Your moans are echoing off the walls in the bar. His grunts and groans only turn you on even more. You can feel your wetness going down to your thighs.

"God you're such a mess for me" Sam grabs a handful of your hair, he finally lets go of your neck. You arch your back and Sam pulls on your hair bringing your head back. Your moan gets even louder, Sam's thrusts get even harder and deeper. "Who knew, a girl like you. Always playing so innocent would love to be fucked like this" He whispers in your ear before nibbling on it. "I would, because I see right through you. You're a slut, a slut for a man with authority." You don't say anything, you just close your eyes and try really hard to cum all over him right now. "Oh getting close are we? I can feel squeezing my cock even more."

Your mouth hangs open just a little, you know you're making noise but you can't understand what's coming out of your mouth. You're starting to see stars even though you're trying really hard not to. You feel a sharp pain on your cheek.

"I asked you a question" Sam yells.

"W-what?" You ask sloppy not even sure he could understand you

"You're close to cumming all over my cock aren't you?"

"Yes" You moan out. "Yes, yes" Your legs start shaking and your entire body tenses up, you've never felt anything like it. "Oh my- Sam!" All you saw was black, you're screaming Sam's name. He holds you up and continues fucking you hard, and rough. You're screaming and trying to squirm away. Sam wraps his arms around pressing you to his chest keeping you still.

"You love this don't you, being used like a toy, being used so I can get all my anger out." you lay your head on his shoulder not even able to form words or think. "I'm going cum in you, fill you up even more"

You nod your head and little whimpers escape your lips. His thrusts become sloppy, his moans become louder. He squeezes his arms around you tighter so much it hurts. You feel Sam fill you up with his hot cum. He loosens his grip on you, you breath heavy and so does he.

"Wow" you say breathless. Sam pushes you back down over the counter, he slides up your panties and fixes your skirt, he fixes himself as well.

"Y/n" Dean busts through the door. He stops when he sees you and Sam there, your hair a mess, you breathing heavy, and your cheek red, your eyes glossy. "Sam" he says softly, he pulls out a bottle of holy water and splashes it on him, Sam has an immediate reaction. You cover your mouth gasping.

"He's a demon?!"

"Of course I am, pretty" He smirks at you.

"That's why he hit you, Y/n" Dean says keeping his eyes on him. Sam laughs loudly.

"That's not why I 'hit' her" Sam says walking towards Dean "I fucked her"

"What?" Dean says through his teeth, you stand there not knowing what to say.

"I. Fucked. Her." He says proudly "Oh and she loved it"

"Y/n is this true? Did he-?" Dean doesn't even finish the question

"Oh what Dean, still got that little crush? Well so does Sammy and he got to her first" Dean doesn't say anything. He watches as Sam walks out of the motel and he runs to you pulling you in for a hug.

"Are you alright?" You shake your head yes not even looking at him, your mind is racing, what just happened?

Hope you enjoyed it! I'm re-watching supernatural and something about season 2 Demon Sam gets me. Thanks for reading! Feedback welcome! Like/comment/reblog!

#sam winchester crush #sam whinchester #sam and dean #sam winchester smut #sam winhchester dark #Sam winchester dark #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester x y/n #dean winchester #dean winchester smut #Sam winchester gif

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treasureofmammon · 5 months

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✨️😈 Living with my 7 lovely demons 😈 ✨️

⚠️Warnings: sexy time is implied, so MDNI. Obviously biased, beware of point 7. Silly (maybe even funny?) stuff. Fluff, romance and daily shenanigans. Gn!reader.

** Probably someone has shared about this before, but imagine the 7 brothers doing demon like stuff, but after literally living with them, these aren't actually so scary, just misunderstood and/or harmless:

(Waking up at 3:00 AM, feeling watched): You wake up at 3:33 AM without a reason. You sit on bed confused, the darkness of the even nighter nights in the Devildom always has a lugubrious air no matter where or when, and this one is no exception. Suddenly, an almost inaudible creak fills the silence of the room and a chill runs down your spine, you feel watched, so, slowly, you turn around, just to be met by two glowing orange eyes looking back at you, wide open, registering your every move like an animal about to hunt you down, but: —H-hey MC, so-sorry I woke you up, I didn't mean to. B-but now that you're up, d-do you wanna play video games?—. You sigh, trying to get your heart pace back to normal: —S-sure, Levi—.

(Sleep paralysis): It's cold, so before going to sleep, you filled your bed with cozy, warm, and fluffy pillows, covers, bedsheets, and stuffed animals; you crawl in and let the warm surrounding you lull you to sleep. However, you wake up in the middle of the night feeling a pressure in your chest. You can't move, even when you try to; breathing is also hard, so you start to panic and between the difficulty breathing and the beginning of a hyperventilating episode, you feel dizzy. Even worse, you swear there's something pinning you down and numbing your body so you can feel the panic rush within you, and your survival responses are starting to activate. Then, a pair of glowing purple eyes rise above you, looking at you deeply, as if knowing all your weaknesses; whatever this is, could definitely (has already) kill you. But: —MC? Why are you so agitated? Sorry, I was napping with my head on your chest. Did that make you breathe like that?—, you let your worries melt down with a sigh of relief: —Oh, Belphie. I'm so glad it was just you...—, —Huh?—.

(Temptation): Asmodeus always takes you to the best shopping sites in the Devildom. Majolish has turned in your favorite: from the obvious products like clothes and shoes to the smallest ones like the accessories. Absolutely everything is so stylish... and so expensive. So when you see the best pair of shoes ever you can't take your eyes off, it's as if these are cursed and you are falling right into the trap: —I want these...—, you let the words scape your lips in a whisper, still, Asmo is able to catch it: —Oh hon, they'd look so good on you!—, —B-but if I buy them, I wouldn't have grim for the rest of the week—, —You can always ask for more from my dear big brother; besides, my brothers are always giving you whatever you want, aren't they? You have to do whatever it takes to take these with you. You'd look absolutely adorable!—. With his gorgeous delicate hands on your shoulders, his glowing pinkish cute eyes, and a devilish grin, Asmo sweet-talks in your ear; whether or not you're strong enough to resist temptation is another story. Short after, while you walk out the store, pouting, you hear Asmo apologize behind you: —I just wanted you to get something you like...—, his sincere and sadden tone of voice softens your heart, you can't stay mad at him for long.

(Uncontrollable rage): Lately, certain classes at RAD are getting more and more difficult. You sit at your desk in your bedroom, trying to memorize the spells in front of you; but that proves to be hard when your room reverberates like it does right now. Your upstairs neighbor, the elite and smart blonde haired demon with glowing green eyes, it's looking for a book, and so, the piles of them fall all over the wooden floor making yours rumble and rumble. Within you, a burning anger flourish, you feel his mark tingle, and all the patience, love, and respect you have for him dissappears momentarily, and it's replaced by an unwavering rage. You snap: —SATAN! STAY!—, a final thump is heard above you, and you sigh, a little satisfied and much much more disappointed on yourself for letting his own sin take over you through your connection. Later, you apologized, and he forgives you with open arms because none of you can stay angry at each other. You kiss his cheek, and he smiles dumbfounded: —I'll help you study then—, he says.

(Talking in tongues): The dining room is empty, lighted poorly by the dim candles in the wall holders. A feel of lurking unknown and danger fills the room, it must be because of the imposing figure that looks down on you with glowing bloody-red eyes. It feels like he's ready to launch on you. But rather, Lucifer stands right in front of you, waiting. Really, he looks at your confused face, his own has a small grin of satisfaction drawn. You open your mouth and let out a guttural voice that rumbles around the room, followed by a cracked movement of your neck and your face contort with a disgusting expression. Saliva drops from your mouth, and your hands grab fervently to your chair, between screams and incomprehensible wording. For any regular human, the sounds you make have no coherence and could even be enough to either take you to a psych ward or a church. But: —Excellent!— Lucifer responds, —And that's how you say: "Good morning, Lord Diavolo" in our language!—.

(Hearing sounds, things moving of their place, paranormal activity): Sitting at your room's vanity table, you get ready for school. Today, you're especially early because you're on cooking duty this morning. Although your room is right next to the kitchen, you prefer to wake up at dawn and get ready to cook the gigantic portions that Beel eats. Even though calling it "dawn", it's a stretch as there's no sun in the Devildom that differentiates the day from the night, —Sometimes I miss the Sun— you admit to yourself. Your thoughts are interrupted by a thump. Followed by another, and another. You run towards the sounds without a thought. When you're almost about to cross the kitchen's threshold, a plate flies past your face and breaks against the hallway wall behind. You glup, but take a moment to see the disaster happening right in front of you: everything in the kitchen rumbles, the cabinets' doors open and close frantically; the plates and glasses in them clink, hitting against each other, or flying across the room in dangerous speed, or falling from the furniture to the floor and breaking; the fridge's door slaps open and close, and the stuff from within are thrown out empty; you can feel wind gusts all over the space. Until it finally stops, the kitchen: a mess. Behind the counter, what seems so be a creature squatting, feeding itself, dressed in black with insect-like wings on its back. Slowly, you move towards the shadowy figure. But suddenly, it raises, intimidating and terrifying, and a set of purple glowing eyes meets yours; but instead of a threatening voice, a candid one responds with worry —MC? Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to bother you, but I was so hungry—. Another of Beel's typical hunger rampages.

(Markings ⚠️🔞): The water falls from the shower, splashing against your skin, and it's finally helping you wake up. You sigh happily, remembering the night before today. That is until you feel a slight sting in your back, you pass your fingers against it, and you can tell it's barely a scratch, but it's there. Once out of the shower, you stand up in front of the mirror and slightly turn your body to see your back, and that's when you ascertain that there are three long scratches in your back. You pout, and yet, you blush: —M-Mammon...—, you whisper the name of the culprit, and yet, he hadn't done anything wrong more than wildly loving you some hours ago. As your fingertips travel against the markings in your skin, you remember his hands touching that same body part, and so, your slight anger fades away, especially when you remember him above you, glowing blue sapphires looking back at you with endearment: —I love ya, MC—, and a kiss that develops and then melts between you two in infinite tenderness.

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[Notes: The characters depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me, meaning these are fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].

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STAY BEAUTIFUL ִ ࣪𖤐 kazuha

SYNOPSIS … “you’re beautiful, every little piece love. and don’t you know? you’re really gonna be someone. and when you find everything you looked for, I hope your life will lead you back to my door.”

NOTES … stay beautiful is such a cute and innocent crush song— I really enjoyed overanalyzing it and making it so bittersweet 🙌

CONTENTS … fluff/sfw , angst/bittersweet , gender neutral reader , takes place before and during inazuma archon quest

Word count … 1711

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When meeting him for the first time, there was always one thing that stood out about him that you just can't seem to divert your attention from; his eyes.

Kazuha's eyes were filled with life, like a jungle— though instead of being a dangerous wonderland, his was more of a heavenly forest.

You begin to wonder how eyes so red and lively get to even exist. Eyes filled with so much bursting emotion and depth that it scares you how tempting it is to get lost within it.

Though in some sense, you are willing to get lost within his soft, scarlet gaze. Would it be worth the trouble? The temptation fills you to the brim of your entirety that you can't help but let out something you wished you would've thought twice about saying aloud.

"You're beautiful, d'you know that?"

Expectedly, he seems to be startled by your words that seemed to come out of nowhere.

The growing silence within the soft and grassy field of Narukami island grew louder and louder, giving you time to process what you had just said.

But for some reason, you don't find yourself dismayed at your sudden and abrupt (and half-baked) confession.

More so, you were wondering why you would say that now. You've known him for years, and you've long since admitted to yourself that he is beautiful. Perhaps even beauty incarnate itself.

So why say it aloud just now?

Instead of the growing silence that was meant to stay, Kazuha breaks you out of it with his melodic laugh.

"Really?"

Really.

If only he saw the way girls always trail their gaze to wherever he goes— to whatever he does.

If only he knows how they watch him find his way around the city, doing things that seem so effortlessly beautiful in everyone's eyes.

If only he knows how everyone's eyes are always directed at him.

It worries you by an amount of how unaware he is with the beauty he holds.

If only he knows how beautiful he is to you. Well, he kind of does now.

"I feel flattered by being seen as beautiful in your eyes." Oh, beyond beautiful. Not just you, possibly every living soul in the city if Inazuma knows how beautiful Kazuha is.

Would he also feel flustered knowing that hundreds of people's eyes find him beautiful too?

Or would he just feel flustered about your eyes on him?

"Although, I don't think being beautiful gets you so far in life." A melancholic expression finds its way up to his face, fitting in well with the warmth that the setting sun provides.

You've known him well enough to know that he wants to get far in life. So far into this world he lives in. Even beyond that.

He wants to get far in life, even reaching heaven's heed.

And he has already done that, with proof being the luminescent glow of the dangling Anemo vision that hangs behind his shoulder.

An existing proof that he has reached the heavens already.

What more would he want?

Maybe something more that extends beyond your understanding. He had always been so difficult to comprehend.

Maybe he would want more after the future occurs.

But now, it wasn't that.

"Maybe." He hums acknowledgingly at your response, "Even so, I'm certain you're going to reach far things. Something maybe even beyond what you have already accomplished."

Kazuha shows a short moment of astonishment, but soon masking it with a confused smile. "What makes you say something like that?"

"I don't know, but maybe you will, in the future. You'll be someone so great." You went on, not daring to look at how he's staring at you. "You're a wanderer, you'll always be out to discover everything there is in life, and you will find the ones that you've always been looking for— or will look for."

Silence, yet again.

"And when you do, I'd be more than happy to welcome you back."

When? Kazuha would have thought "and if you do", to suit more perfectly.

Or maybe he doesn't. Maybe you genuinely believe that he will, one day, be able to find something that he would be looking for.

He expresses his feelings through a vulnerable smile, completely assured after knowing that you will be there to accept him when he returns.

And you meant it. You deeply hope that his fate will lead him back to your door.

But if it doesn't, you just hope he will stay as he is; beautiful.

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Every passing moment you spare to gaze at Kazuha leaves you awfully breathless that you begin to wonder if you have health issues.

But you start to accept that it was just him. Nothing else.

Even during times when the God of Eternity strikes down thunderstorms and bright lightning upon the land of Inazuma, you always picture his image in your mind.

You always want to remember every little thing he does. You never want to forget about it.

Moments when he would always drop his guard around you, nonchalantly muttering words that you don't seem to understand, right through your window.

He speaks in a manner in which nobody knows. When Kazuha wonders, nature responds. Something so obnoxiously amazing of him.

With every swing of his sword, gusts of wind bursts around him, appearing right at his command. No, he doesn't command the wind— he works with it.

And with every dangerous act he performs, you know it was solely for the protection of the people.

For the protection of you.

And whenever he does, you stifle in wonderment. He just keeps on amazing you over and over again. You don't know how he keeps on doing so.

Doesn't he get tired of it? Being so astonishing with every possible action.

On comfortless moments during your days, the simple thought of a memory with him in it would be enough to get you through the dark mist that clouds your thinking.

And it was always hard to keep up with how Kazuha speaks. It becomes increasingly more difficult when he keeps taking your breath away.

But right now, facing him in the dead of night, tired and lost eyes looking into yours, you find yourself knowing exactly what to say to him.

It had been days ever since Kazuha went against the Raiden Shogun's will. Defying her ceremony and interluding with the confiscation of visions— his friend's vision.

Now you both sit coldly on the floor of your home, holding his bandaged arm almost too delicately, the once burning vision, now lifeless and hollow, was found in cloth wraps beside him.

Those eyes of his, that always leave you lost in like an endless jungle, find themselves to be lost.

You only found him waiting at your door— despite it not being the way you wanted him to end up there.

Instead of ending up at your door brimming with the feeling of him, you find him at your door tired and bruised. Seemingly having lost himself.

But you know why he chose to come here.

"You have to leave, don't you?"

Another batch of silence insinuates. And it was the response you were looking for, and the one you expected.

"Then go. You need to go look for something that reaches beyond this place. And I don't have an inkling drop of doubt that you will find it."

You always knew things would soon come to this. That Kazuha would end up leaving the nation to explore the outside world. He is a wanderer after all.

Maybe you felt selfish in some sense that you thought you would forever bask in the warmth of his presence.

Perhaps you thought that you had a chance to fight against fate. For yours and his.

Now you find it useless and merely accept how things are headed.

His fate was to spread his warmth outside of your little nation, it was never to keep himself only for the sake of you.

He is supposed to keen his gaze and build a strong bond with life all around the world.

And your fate was never to have his beauty for you to solely drown in.

It's something deeper than that. And you accept it.

You accept yours, as much as you accept his.

The remaining moments of yours and Kazuha's shared time together was underneath the moonlight, the coldness of the evening air was left forgotten with his presence around you.

He needs to go now. The scent of danger exceedingly became apparent as he stayed put there.

When his departure was supposed to happen, he looked back at you. Looking for your assurance.

"I hope you find everything you're looking for." You smile, hurting as you experience the remaining time of what you have left to take in his entirety. "When you do, perhaps your life will lead you back here." To me.

You felt a sense of your own assurance with the notice of Kazuha's lost eyes to have found something. Something to cling onto as he leaves.

And with the remaining moment to spare, you both repose in each other's comfort. His trembling arms wrapping around you, the same way your weary ones were wrapped around him.

And your last few words to him were kept brief and hanging in the air: "Please stay as you are."

And with that, you feel every warmth that his existence provided, slowly dispersing.

Growing more and more distant the quicker he reaches the port.

Even when the both of you were never meant to stay with each other, you were still hoping to stumble on his path one day.

And even if you weren't meant for one another, he deserved to know how beautiful he is. And how you wish he would stay that way wherever the wind may lead him.

You'll be looking forward to when he finds his back to your door after he finds what he is seeking for. A reunion you're already longing for at the first few seconds of his departure.

A reunion you were willing to wait for. For him to come back to you.

But even if he doesn't, It's fine.

You only hope he stays just the way he is. Someone beautiful.

rimi's notes …

this felt actually really nice to write, kazuha really did feel like he was made off of this song. i originally would’ve put him for speak now (long live, timeless, or mine) but tbh he fit’s most of the ts songs. And rereading this made me realize i coulda put him in evermore with it’s time to go as his song. but that spot is for zhongli now hhh

Next in line would be Venti for Fearless!

hearts / reblogs / follows are very much appreciated ★

Genshin Impact (Taylor’s Version) ִ ࣪𖤐 Hey Stephen by Venti

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader fluff #genshin fluff #genshin angst #Genshin Impact TV 🫶🪽

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reilliane · 1 year

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i promised scara brainrots, here we go! slightly angsty, but more on the fluff side this time (surprisingly) and pretty self-indulgent! this is long lmao

✤ she/her

SPOILERS FOR 3.3 ARCHON QUEST!

: ̗̀➛ Reverse Isekai AU (becoming besties with a fictional character- wait, why is he here)

Imagine being in a fit of tears after playing through the Archon Quest. It's always been known that the narrative behind Scaramouche—Kunikuzushi, Kabukimono, Balladeer- just him, is tragic. But boy, with the way everything fell into place, he was meant for tragedy, it's awful.

It's difficult to focus on the characters' dialogue when you're busy trying to see through the blurriness of your eyes, but you manage. You hear him say something to the Traveler, and there shows up a choice box like always. Paying no mind to it, as you are occupied with sniffing and catching your breath, you press whatever.

He mentions ceasing, as what the trailer for version 3.3 entailed, and he's gone, and- wait. Did your game crash? Why is it frozen on a particular scene? Huh, your device shut down- your progress!?

Alas, you're not in the mood to lament over that when you can just spill woe over the story for the mean time. So you do just that, weep and roll around in your bed kicking your feet 'cause wow, yes, the guy's evil and all- but damn! His life is founded on nothing but angst! When you pull for him in game, you'll be placing him in the teapot with only the finest of comforts availa— OUCH!?

To your pain and confusion, something drops onto you from above, crushing your back as that something eventually topples out of your bed with a loud cuss. Wait a minute, was that a voice-? You take a peek and start laughing. Ahahaha, no, impossible, why- that only happens in fanfiction! Yet, his demanding question that reaches your ears in real time only serves to remind you that this is real.

“What the hell are you laughing at, you puny mortal? Answer my question or die where you stand!” AHAHAHA YOU'RE TRIPPIN'!

News flash, you're not. Because all of a sudden you are being pinned on the bed, with a very angry little man above you that doesn't seem to be joking around with what he said about killing you.

Holy smokes, it's supposed to be impossible but no, he's right there. On top of you. If you were reading some kind of e rated fanfiction in ao3, you would've screamed because hey he's looking pretty handsome right now but- woah, woah, calm dOWN SIR YOU WILL RECEIVE YOUR ANSWERS!

As expected, Scaramouche does not believe an ounce of what you say, but resigns to it. After all, he has already 'deleted' his existence in Teyvat, it'd only seem logical if he were to be transported in an entirely different world...

Now, as he is a smart guy, he very quickly deduces that you somehow know him. Oh boy, imagine telling him that he's someone from a game. At first, he'll laugh bitterly at it, saying something like 'of course. my misery was some kind of amusement, is it?' BRO mission therapy starts now. You're no Nahida, but still!

Now imagine him learning that he has 'fans'. Boy will be so confused like, fans what fans- do you mean those accessories orrrr-

He understands what you meant when you show him that he has a 'following', and he's pretty stumped. He only ever knew Haypasia, he had a single follower, but in this place- he had... tens of thousands? HUH? HUH??

As he's already been given a reality slap by the Traveler and Nahida, he's no longer in the mindset to be all god-like, but boy the temptation... until he realizes that he doesn't have any elemental powers. And he's become human. Oh boy.

When he realizes that he's breathing and has a heartbeat, dude stares at you for like a minute straight. Is this real? Look, look! He snatches your hand and holds it over his chest and- holy hell he's right, he has a beating heart.

Give him some space to process things, his mind is currently exploding right now.

It'll take him time to understand that he's loved as much as he is hated in this world. The latter he understands, but the former... oh, is this real? He still can't believe it, so you had to go through various social media platforms just to prove a point. He bares his eyes to numerous 'posts' that range from 'YO HE BETTER COME HOME I'LL TAKE GOOD CARE OF HIM', 'AHSDAKJHDJAKDHA HE'S SO HOT BARK BARK YEOAWOADSADH', and other more... flustering posts.

HE'S LOVED! Well, he's also hated, but he's LOVED! In all his confused snark, he asks you where you stand in those two groups. Bro's putting you on the spot, good luck.

If you manage to evade that question, you'll tell him that he's free to stay with you until he gets the ropes of this world. It'll be a bit difficult to adjust with someone new and yes you've screamed far too many times when he pops up somewhere in the house, completely still in disbelief that he's there, but it'll be alright.

When you first accompany him outside, you had to throw him in huge clothes just so that he won't be noticeable. Even if he was 'humanized', he still looks a lot like how he does in game, not to mention his voice. He dislikes hiding, but has to put up with it.

Bro highkey basks in the glory when you both go to a genshin convention and see all the love for him. It's the one time he gets to dress up in his Harbinger attire (though he admits he dislikes having connections with it after knowing the truth) and show himself without fear of hearing "YO ARE YOU SCARAMOUCHE? YOU LOOK LIKE THE REAL DEAL!" because cosplayers are a thing. When he finds out that he gets a 'redesign' he pesters you to buy him the outfit. How laughable, how can the OG guy not have his own made clothes in the game??? You cave of course.

He's still a smug lil shi- though, so he will say that he is the one and only 'Wanderer/Scaramouche' when asked in the convention. Your panicked screaming in the background is thoroughly enjoyed, please, continue giving a good show as he revels in all the attention. Before long, posts about him are scattering all around the internet and you lecture him about the mob on your door and the diehard "HE'S MINE!" fans that has sent threats in your social media. They still believe he's just a really good cosplayer, but still...

“Hah, what're you so scared of?” he'll just smirk in the middle of your lecture, “They won't be able to land a hand on you so long as I'm here.”

Cue malfunction. He knows what he's doing, isn't he? This smug piece of- you'll kick him back into the game if you could!

“Like hell you will. Even if you can, you won't do it. Your boring human life has only become interesting because I'm here.” + :P

DAMN, HE RIGHT THOUGH!

ive always liked his character from the moment he appeared in that first event but now that his lore is fleshed out it's time to go ham >:D

#moonlitrambles #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche fluff #wanderer fluff #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin angst #scaramouche angst #genshin headcanons

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