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justlookatthosesausages · 2 years

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Healing The Blooming Crocus 🌱 chap 12

Under the surface

Chestnut eyes stared at the opening at the top of the goahti’s ceiling, not actually watching the starry sky.

Honeymaren sighed. She had tried and tried, but it was impossible for her to find sleep. If Elsa wasn’t exhausted and deep into slumber next to her, she would have sensed it, and asked her what was wrong, and helped her. But of course, the Northuldra cared about her lover’s health and didn’t want to wake her to talk about it. Also, her concern for Elsa was the reason for her insomnia, so it would make it a vicious circle.

She dropped her hand on her forehead with a muffled groan. She needed fresh air.

As discreetly as she could, she lifted the pelts and stepped out of the bed. She was halfway to the door when the covers ruffled.

“Where are you going?” Asked Elsa’s voice in the shadows.

Her voice was tired, and she sounded like she was about to fall back to sleep right then, yet she had picked up the very small noise Honeymaren made. The brunette internally smiled at her acute care.

“I’m going to fill the water jug. I’m thirsty and there’s no more.”

“Okay.” Mumbled Elsa.

Indeed, she then fell right back to sleep.

Honeymaren grabbed the - in fact - half-full jug and carefully opened and closed the door.

Walking to the river to maintain her lie just in case someone would ask, she groaned as thoughts kept turning in her mind.

She passed some water on her face, then felt that someone was staring at her, and jolted her head to her right. It was in fact the Northuldra woman who was in charge of surveillance for this part of the night. It wasn’t a precaution only taken due to Elsa’s state; it was a habit for the tribe to always be careful. A curious bear cub roaming through the camp followed by its scolding mother always was a possibility.

“Are you okay?” Asked the Northuldra, leaning against a tree.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to disturb your shift.”

“You didn’t disturb anything.” Assured the woman, who came to sit next to her. “Except maybe your sleep schedule.”

They chuckled in the moonlight.

“How are you feeling?” Asked the woman after a moment of silence.

“Good. She’s getting better every day. She can move around now, and she uses her muscles more often. She can grab things…”

Honeymaren’s voice vanished as she stopped, detaching her eyes from the stream to look at her. “You didn’t say Elsa, right?” She sighed.

“I didn’t, indeed. I asked about you.” Smiled the Northuldra.

The brunette let out a groan, and slumped her shoulders. They had a nervous chuckle.

“Sorry.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for. It’s a beautiful proof that you care about her first and foremost.”

Honeymaren smiled.

“And…” Continued the woman. “In addition to how cute it is as a couple, it also shows how dedicated you are in your protection of the Fifth Spirit.”

The brunette blushed slightly. It was true, and her tribe always admired and respected people who got the favors of the Spirits and returned their care. Fidgeting to hide her reaction to the compliment, Honeymaren passed her hand on the water.

Suddenly, a pair of glowing blue eyes appeared at the surface, quite spooking them in the dark of the night.

They got startled as Nokk popped his head out of water, but then smiled at his presence and bowed. They however remained seated next to him; they were used to cohabiting.

“You heard everything, didn’t you?” Asked the Northuldra woman.

The Water Spirit had an affirmative move of the head.

Honeymaren winced. “Don’t tell Elsa about any of this, okay?”

She then realized that for a moment, she forgot that the magical bond didn’t exist for her lover anymore. She instantly felt sad, her heart sinking in her chest. Nokk seemed to feel her emotion, because he nudged his head forward and made the tears that started to fall on her face disappear in the air.

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#if i were cruel i would leave y'all on a hiatus after such a chapter end #but i'm not and will post it same time next week #what do you mean i'm cruel anyway with all the angst?#woops #enjoy the fluff as well #the plot THICKENNNNS #frozen #frozen 2 #post frozen 2 #frozen fanfics #disney fanfictions #wdas #writing

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ageofstarkey · 8 months

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soft glow ✰ m. riddle

summary: sleepy mornings with matthéo

pairing: bf!matthéo x reader

warnings: slightly suggestive at the end, but nothing really other than that!! just tooth rotting fluff n théo who’s soft for u and no one else!! :’))

note: hi!! i’m not sure how i feel about this one but i still think it’s a lil tiny bit cute so i’m posting!! feel free to send in requests!!

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comments & reblogs are so appreciated! <3

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when you wake up, matthéo’s bedroom is warm with the soft glow of morning. golden rays of sunlight peek stubbornly through his drapes, and soft white noise filters steadily in through the window.

as you slowly come to, you begin to register the familiar sensation of matthéo’s touch. his calloused fingers glide almost curiously across your face; carefully tracing each curve and dip, as if to memorize your every detail.

with a soft hum, you finally blink open your eyes - squinting into the sunlight. you roll towards matthéo with a yawn, offering him a sleepy smile. “hi”

matthéo grins, smoothing a mess of tangled hair away from your face. “hi, darling.” his voice is raspy and painfully fond - and your heart aches pleasantly behind your ribcage. his hand slides casually to the back of your neck, and you quietly hope that your cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. “how’d you sleep?”

“me? oh - i slept terribly” you’re aiming for deadpan in a desperate attempt to play it cool, but you wear a giddy little grin that almost certainly gives you away. “worst sleep of my life.”

“oh yeah?”

you nod with all the conviction you can muster - which admittedly isn’t much. “mhmm” with a little stretch, you’re leaning upwards to kiss his cheek. “you snore louder than my granddad.”

matthéo scoffs in mock offence, fingers poking teasingly at your side. “‘s that so?”

you nod once more, trying desperately to stifle a giggle. matthéo’s teasing is relentless, and you squirm clumsily away from his prodding fingers. in the end - it doesn’t take long for you to give in. “okay! okay - fine!” you laugh breathlessly. “you don’t snore and i had the best sleep of my life. is that what you wanted to hear?”

“yes actually. because you on the other hand - you do snore and it’s really quite loud - sort of like-”

“matthéo!” he’s being mean on purpose and you pretend to hate it. “i do not snore!”

“okay but how do you know you don’t snore, hm? i mean - if you’re asleep when it happens…” he tugs you towards his bare chest, one arm wrapped firmly around your back. “you wouldn’t really know, would you?” he punctuates his words with a soft kiss to your forehead, and you all but melt into his gentle embrace.

“i hate you.” with your face smushed against matthéo’s chest, your words come out awkward and muffled. “like - i really, really can’t stand you sometimes.”

he tugs you impossibly closer with a pleased laugh. “don’t lie, sweetheart”

“i’m not lying!”

he tilts your head upwards before slowly kissing your lips. you feel warm all over, and you chase him with a quiet whine when he pulls away. “if you really hate me, why were you screaming m-”

“you’re so awful!”

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sun-snatcher · 2 months

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hello! i love ur work and i was wondering if u could do some live action zuko angst (that makes ur heart sink) and then it progresses to fluff (that makes ur heart swell) please? HAHA idk if it makes sense but i rlly love ur work!! hope ure doing well n no pressure!!!

🐉・ HEARTBURN

summ. Fresh from his banishment, Zuko faces the aftermath of his punishment in both his dreams and his waking hours. pairing. Zuko x f!reader (established relationship) w.count. 1k. a/n. A bit abstract on this one, but just typical dream logic. A glimpse at Zuko’s descent into madness, almost? Sorry anon if this is mostly angst than fluff! 🧎🏻‍♀️

Zuko’s dreams manifest at the scent of burnt flesh and the sound of his own screaming.

He feels the molten sting of a melting crown upon his skin and the fantastical beast that is his father; something monstrous— something scaled, fanged, clawed, and too large an appetite, with a touch and breath of fire that lights the skies in a blaze.

( He wakes up with his voice hoarse from screaming. The 41st Division will eventually learn early on not to mention it. They just leave a hot pot of tea ready for him come the mornings, by General Iroh's orders. )

Sometimes, it transgresses. Sometimes, it’s his mother who burns while he watches from the sidelines of the Agni Kai; Or Azula. Their shrieks mix with his when he wakes.

Sometimes, it’s Iroh who scalds him. Great Dragon of the West, jasmine-white with razor teeth and a flame that burns as hot as the sun; serpent eyes a shining gold and a sharper tongue that spoke of his disappointment for his nephew.

Sometimes, it begins with you.

Please, you beg, at the foot of a winged beast. It speaks in the voice of his father; damning, all-encompassing. It warns the Prince the price of compassion, of mercies, and of weaknesses. Eliminate her, or I will.

Rarely does Zuko ever move. He’d plead in your name, to spare your life. It never happens; he just wakes to the smell of smoke and the sound of your screaming.

( There are dreams he doesn’t speak at all to defend you. The shame devours him whole. )

“I’ve killed you over a hundred times, in my sleep.”

In the aftermath of another nightmare, you turn to face Zuko. You’re not quite sure what to say.

“Other nights, it’s the 41st, or Uncle,” he says, quietly. “Even mom, or Azula.”

You turn back to the small medical chest on the desk. The infirmary is quieter at times like these; the soldiers of the 41st know not to visit the usual haunts of their Prince. Tonight, Zuko will have to replace the bandages of his scar, and there are only two people on this ship he’d ever trust in his life to lay a hand on it.

You’re shifting towards where he’s sitting on one of the cots. “May I?”

( You ask. You always ask. Even when you’ve done this nearly fifty times, you ask. Zuko is glad; there’s a comfort in agency, especially when he’s gotten so used to losing it every time he sleeps. )

He nods, and you make quick work to unravel the bandages. When the layers come away, you observe the way his left eye shuts and opens as he blinks, remaining half-closed into a permanent expression of pain. He looks away, downcast.

The skin around is stretched taut, some areas rawer than others, marred with growing scar tissue that knots in twisting valleys. ( Zuko has only seen the scar once. He’s covered the mirrors in his room ever since; avoids glancing at his own passing reflections. )

The wound is still fresh; the memories fresher.

You don’t flinch at the sight or recoil like the other soldiers or dignitaries.

He finds… solace in that.

( Something roils in his mind. It uncurls and hisses and growls. )

“Tilt your head for me,” you say, ready to replace the cotton on his eye with a new one.

He stops your wrist just as you do.

Your heart jumps at the contact. His hands are warm.

“Why?” he blurts.

You blink in confusion.

“Why’d you come with me?”

The reply is instant, and unintentionally drowned in affection. “Where else would I have belonged?”

Zuko almost answers instinctively: With me. By my side. He shakes his head.

“You should have never come,” he says, instead. He’d grown fond of you over the years. Too fond; over some Firenation colonel’s daughter, a force to be reckoned with and yet a childhood friend who he’d played and studied and fought with countless times. Fond enough that he’d been foolish to let you step foot into the ship of the 41st Division the day he’d been banished; fond enough to be foolish enough to allow you to put yourself in harm’s way. “You could’ve had a better future back home.”

“But a miserable one,” you counter.

His nostrils flare as he sighs. You watch the way his brows weave to a frown, the way they always did whenever he’s tamping down his frustration. "Nothing is more miserable than being banished from home. Yet here you are walking away from it.”

“You and I both know the palace was never a home for me,” you say. “I’ve been by your side my entire life. I’m not about to break that streak over some punishment. You matter to me.”

Zuko’s heart stifles.

( Compassion, he hears the wings of the blood-red dragon in his dreams unfurl. Compassion is a sign of weakness. )

“It was a stupid move,” he blurts, letting go of you. He had wanted it to be emotionless, but it comes out as distinctively bitter: “Sooner or later you’ll come to regret your decision. Then, you’ll see I was right all along.”

“Maybe,” you say, just to appease him. “But I doubt it.”

( Lies, jeers the serpent. You have only yourself to rely on in this world, Zuko. )

For the sake of conversation, you don’t provoke him further. You continue, instead, with replacing the dressings around his eye. He’s angry enough as is with the world— with you. For being stubborn. And strong. And steadfast. And loyal. And—

Zuko glances at your face in focus, your hands so careful in binding the gauze it’s nearly featherlight. “Tell me if it hurts,” you say, with gentle authority.

The ire leaves his body. Zuko’s gaze softens at a realisation:

“Not once have you ever hurt me. Not even in my dreams.”

It’s a statement so frighteningly vulnerable that it has you stilling. Your breath staggers. Something swells in your chest. You let your hand rest on his cheek, thumb below his scar. The touch is reassuring. Zuko wants to lean into it.

“I don’t think I ever could,” you answer, honestly.

( She can, sings the beast. She will. And once she does, know that it will burn tenfold than what I've done. )

Zuko's hand settles on top of yours.

“You can hurt me,” he concedes, solemn, voice barely above a whisper. “You can if you must. I command it.”

( The dragon in his head hisses. For now, it retreats. )

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amanitacurses · 3 months

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#terukane #minamoto teru #aoi akane #jshk teru #jshk akane #jshk #jibaku shounen hanako kun #tbhk teru #tbhk akane #tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #finally! terukane for 110!#this was the only thing I had planned for drawing today :)#I like drawing Terukane angst just as much - if not more - than I enjoy drawing Terukane fluff #Hope the expressions land well! that's the only part of this I'm unsure of

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cerise-on-top · 3 months

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Hugging, Kissing and Cuddling HCs for König

I'm trying to see him in another light again after everything I've seen about him, so I decided I'd write something fluffy and nice for him. And then came the realization I never wrote some HCs like these for him in my original posts, so I decided I'd change that! He's Austrian, so naturally I have to love him!

When it comes to hugging someone, König is a bit hesitant. Considering he’s not the most physically affectionate person out there, it’s almost an honor to be receiving an unprompted hug from him. Whether his hugs are long or short depends on the occasion: If he’s proud of you for accomplishing something, then the hug will be rather short lived. Though, he might pick you up and spin you around until you’re dizzy. If you’re sad and need some comfort then his hugs could last a while. He’s not the best with words, he prefers to listen to other people, but if he knows a hug is what usually helps you then he’s willing to do so. Despite being a big and strong lad his hugs are surprisingly gentle, he’s worried about crushing you. He could put his all into them, but then you’d likely end up with a few broken ribs and he doesn’t want that to happen. König is also surprisingly warm, so receiving a hug from him is a rare, but nice experience. Although he does go rigid at the beginning, not knowing what to do, but relaxes into the hug eventually.

Again, he’s not a very physically affectionate person, but isn’t opposed to the occasional peck on the cheek or on your lips either. There is some anxiety whether you’d actually want a kiss from him or not, so he doesn’t kiss you very often, even if you do reassure him that it’s quite alright. He’s a bit tense at first when he presses a kiss to your lips, but calms down eventually. It’s especially bad during the beginning of your relationship, but he’s since gotten better at being calm about it. Since there’s a good chance he’s taller than you he loves giving you a kiss on the forehead. It’s a small but sweet gesture. He doesn’t need to bend down entirely to reach you but he still gets to be affectionate with you. However, if you’re on the taller side, or just as tall as he is, then he’d love to receive kisses to his temple from you. It makes him smile every time you do it. If he’s in the mood for receiving a kiss then he’ll lay his head on your shoulder and nudge you a bit. Or try to get his head in your closer vicinity. Kind of like that one bunny video where the bunny stretches to receive some kisses.

Cuddles with him are a bit more common than hugs actually. However, he refuses to lay down on top of you. If you’re shorter and weaker than him then there’s no chance he’ll put his weight on you, he’s just that afraid of hurting you. If you’re taller or just more muscular, then he might, but he’s still a rather heavy lad. Most he’ll do is put his head on your shoulder while you’re cuddling in bed and are both lying down. Although it’d be a lie to say he doesn’t want to be held. König is alright with being the one to hold you, but sometimes he would prefer to be the little spoon as well. That urge gets especially bad if you’re roughly the same size as him. Sometimes just nuzzling into your chest does the trick for him as well, though. Loves it when you run your fingers through his hair as he does so. Another thing he adores is you sleeping on his chest as he holds you. He gets to hold you close, he gets to protect you and he gets to doze off a bit himself, it’s bliss to him. Sometimes he leans down to press a kiss to your head and accidentally wakes you up like that. He feels bad about it and apologizes profusely, but does chuckle a bit when he sees your disheveled hair and your tired expression that shows you just woke up.

#cod #cod x reader #konig #könig #konig x reader #könig x reader #he actually kind of scares me these days even if I don't want that to happen in the slightest so I'm trying to desensitize myself again #I know people always joke about fanon könig vs canon könig but I think I will write him a bit softer with his s/o again #just to combat all those awful things I've seen about him that I don't want to be true and that I also want to forget about #könig is a big lad so I knew from the beginning I wanted him to be good at hugging because this is self indulgent #I feel like if it weren't for his anxiety he'd be much much cuddlier #because that's the case with me even if I have other things going on as well #and what is a funny character you write about if not another piece of yourself?#I've put so much of myself into some of these characters and yet people keep requesting them so I must be doing something right #it's more fun that way as well when you put your characters through something you've gone through. more relatable too #but I think that's something pretty much every writer does. that's why some requests are so difficult to write #I got one about marrying Laswell and Nikolai and that was a difficult request for me because the last wedding I went to #was my parents' and that was almost 18 years ago. man time flies I was 4 years old back then #so naturally I don't remember much either. But I tried and that's what's important!#either way please enjoy this piece of fluff I wrote today!

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genericpuff · 6 months

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hot take, but if you can't enjoy even casual H x P inspired romance stories made for fun without justifying or defending your enjoyment of it with "well ACTUALLY these stories are MORE accurate because Persephone WANTED to go down there, she LIKED it in the Underworld!" then you sound like an out-of-touch adult intentionally omitting/changing facts to scrub the story down for a 5 year old who you know won't question you

and that's not okay ~

#and yes this is mostly about lore olympus but it can apply to other modern 'retellings' as well #it's okay if you like the fun H x P stories that are purely fluff or cutesy stories!#just don't get so swept up in the fun of it that you think it's fact or claim that what you like about it aligns with the source material #there is literally no 'older scripture' that depicts persephone going down to the underworld willingly #she was kidnapped #and if that makes you feel gross inside #GOOD #it fucking SHOULD #that's the POINT #“fanfiction” is not a dirty word #enjoy the stories that play with the source material all you want!#just please don't use that fanfiction or inspired content as source material #respect where these stories come from and what they mean to the cultures they're written from #lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus

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prettyngeto · 7 months

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Y E L L O W (ISH) C A R

notes: fluff, gojo x fem!reader, satoru being a lovesick idiot, idiots in love, crack fic?, cross posted on ao3

wc: 825

The sound of your voice rambling about the movie you had just seen together had Satoru Gojo mesmerised. He was walking lazily beside you, ice cream starting to melt and dripping down the cone onto his hand but Satoru didn’t care - his eyes were fixated on you. Your eyes, the way your lips moved when you talked, the way your tongue slipped out to lick at your ice cream cone. His brain was repeating the same sentence over and over again. How the fuck did I get so lucky?

“Uhh.. Toru? You listening?” For god’s sake, just the way you said his name nearly brought him to his knees but he quickly snapped out of his lovestruck trance.

“Huh? Oh yeah yeah I’m listening babe, always listening to ya.” he replies with a cheeky smile playing on his lips as he tilts his head back looking down on you. “Really,” you deadpan, “Must have been listening real hard if half your ice cream is currently on your hand?” Your eyebrows raise in question as you point to his hand that was now smothered in melted chocolate ice cream. His eyes widen when he notices the mess that had occurred during the time (well) spent admiring you.

You grab the end of his sleeve to pull him closer to you and get out a tissue, wordlessly cleaning up his hand. He watches you (I mean are we surprised), cerulean eyes softening behind his sunglasses, “Aww look at you being a cute little girlfriend for me.” he teases but quickly shuts up once you send a sharp glare his way. "Shutting up, yes ma'am got it" he mock-salutes, the grin still on his face was so contagious you couldn't help but crack a soft smile when you look up at him. And god, he decided right then and there that he'd have no problem barking for you without demand if you keep looking at him with those eyes.

But then, something else caught the loverboy's attention.

"OW SATORU GOJO WHAT THE FUCK" your soft smile was now replaced with a frustrated grimace, eyebrows scrunched in frustration as you shoot a deadly look towards your boyfriend who had just launched a punch into your arm (it was an extremely soft punch but you liked to exaggerate) "Sorry babe, saw a yellow car I had to do it. I don't make the rules." He shrugs nonchalantly, pointing towards said yellow car that was now parked next to the sidewalk.

"Toru…"

"Hm? What's up? You're jealous I saw it before you aren't you, it's okay babe I'll let you have it next time…" His rambles are interrupted when he hears your next words. "Toru that's not yellow."

"HAH WHAT DO YOU MEAN YES IT IS"

"IT'S LITERALLY LIME GREEN YOU IDIOT"

"...oh…heh uhh well it's yellow…ish..."

"Are you colour blind or something Toru, looks like those sunglasses are affecting your vision." You tease, poking his side with a finger, endless giggles flowing out of you as he lets out the highest pitched shriek you've heard in your life. "Y/nnnn that wasn't fair I was caught off guard." he whines as he dramatically holds his 'wounded' side.

"Says the colourblind loser who just punched me because he saw a lime green car. I can't believe you just punched me Toru I'm hurt." Your hand is clutched to your heart as you pout up at him. If he could be dramatic, you'd just have to be ten times worse. You let out a huff, walking away with crossed arms. You have your back to him but you could practically see Satoru deflate.

"Wait y/n, baby, light and love of my life, most gorgeous woman I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. You know I love youuu pretty girl c'mon noww. I didn't mean it I'm sorryyy don't be mad, y/nnnnnn'' His whines are consistent as he trails after you like a kicked puppy. The smile on your face is one of pure satisfaction as you turn around and hook your arm through his, enjoying the way he physically lightens up again. "Hmmm I don't know if you've earned my forgiveness yet you know, you did punch me for no reason Satoru." You say casually.

His eyes widened at the use of his name. What happened to 'Toru'? She never calls me Satoru… "W-wait baby I'll do anything I promise. You can even punch me as much as you want when we get home I swear I won't even fight it and um… I'll do all the chores this week, you won't have to lift a finger. Just please forgive me babe I'm sorryyy…" Promises and apologies continue to spill out of his mouth as you both make your way home. You with a smug smile on your face and Satoru pleading in your ear.

Oh yeah. You've definitely got Satoru Gojo wrapped around your finger.

#🖋️𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ‖ 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 #first fic #well drabble ig #enjoy 😭#loverboy! gojo #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk fluff #goodbye i love him #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x fem!reader #gojo x y/n

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osamusriceballs · 4 months

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The Accident - Part XIV

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: Alcohol

Words: ~ 2.3 k

About: Meeting Atsumu- not in the way you planned though >.<

Part I II -> Next Part

"How would you feel about maybe going out tonight? Hinata and Kageyama will be there too. They would love to see you again, y/n!" You press the phone against your ear and listen to Yachi's cheerful voice while you get a glass of water. "I'd rather stay at home, if that's alright with you." Yachi breaths out deeply at your reply, and you embarrassedly scratch the back of your head.

"That's okay. Is it... because you're still thinking about him?" She carefully asks, and your heart skips a beat when your thoughts drift to him.

She's talking about Atsumu, who still hasn't tried to contact you after more than a month- and you still stalk his Instagram every day, kind of hoping that he'll notice you. A part of you finds yourself very pathetic for that, but you know that you'll let him go eventually. Or at least you hope that you'll be able to. You still feel a pang in your heart whenever you receive a letter addressed to "Mrs. Miya" or when you look at the diamond ring that you finally put aside in a box in your nightstand.

"A bit, yeah. But it's not because of him. I'm just a bit tired. I'll probably go to bed early today."

She hums and hesitates for a second. "If you need me, or if you need to talk about him again, you know that you can always reach out to me, 'kay?" You smile fondly at her words, her concern for you making you feel a bit more at ease, because you know she'll always be on your side. "Thank you. Have fun and say hello to Hinata and Kageyama!"

"I will!"

You both say goodbye, and then you end the call. A relaxing night with a good TV show and a facial mask sounds just perfect to you. And this also might help you to get Atsumu off your mind.

xxx

The shrill ringing sound of your phone wakes you in the middle of the night, and you're alert when you blindly reach out for the phone and see the contact's name.

Osamu Miya is calling

You remember when he had given you his card back then at Onigiri Miya's while Atsumu was using the restroom, just in case anything ever happens, and you had saved his contact without giving it much thought but never reached out to him. Why would he call you in the middle of the night?

You hesitate but finally take the call.

"Hello?"

"Y/n? It's Osamu. I know you probably don't wanna talk to me too, but can I ask for a favor?"

You're in shock when you hear his familiar voice, even more so when you hear his request. "Uhm... what favor?"

"It's about—ya know. Tsumu. He's... kinda unstable ever since ya ignored him. I wanted—" You frown at his words and can't help yourself but to interrupt him.

"Wait a second. What do you mean ignored him?"

You sit up straight in your bed, all your fatigue gone instantly. "The message he left last week? Listen, I get it, he is an idiot, and he is a little pain in the ass, I wouldn't listen to him either."

You blink confused, having no clue what he's talking about and he seems to interpret your silence as agreement.

"Forget it. Y/n, the favor. Can ya come over at Onigiri Miya's? He's drunk and dumb, and I can't do this anymore. I don't know what'll happen if he keeps up with that attitude."

You hold your breath while you listen to him, and your jaw drops at his words. "I- I don't know what to say. If you really need me, I'll come. I don't know if I can be much of a help though."

"Yes. Yes, we need ya here. Ya need a taxi? I can get ya one." He is quick to offer and you hear him sigh in relief.

"Uhm... yes, that would be good. Thanks." You hear a loud shout in the back and the sound of a shattering glass and flinch subconsciously. Osamu curses and yells something inaudible before you hear him clearly again.

"You're welcome. Thank ya for helpin' me out."

"Uhm... sure? I Shouldn't you call his girlfriend though?" Osamu yells another time and you nervously fidget with the blanket in your hands.

"His girlfriend? Wait. Ya actually met her? No wonder ya never tried to reach out. Forget that freak real quick, just come here. He can explain that whole thing to ya."

You stay silent and then nod. This might be the only way for you to find out what really happened back then. "Okay. He'll have a lot of explaining to do, though."

"Sure."

You nod and hang up the call to get off the bed, your whole body feeling electrified. You definitely wouldn't have thought that you'd meet him so soon- leave alone tonight. But thinking about how you've been feeling during these past few weeks, you know that you need this. You need to talk to Atsumu Miya, and you need to talk to him tonight.

xxx

You take a deep breath when you finally stand in front of Onigiri Miya. Not exactly how you expected your Saturday night to go, but here you are. At 2:10 am.

You hesitantly reach out for the door and pause. How will he react when he sees you? Has Osamu already told him that you'll come? How will you react when you see him? You push the door open with sweaty palms and you're met with a sight you did not expect.

Atsumu is sitting at the counter of the restaurant with Osamu standing right next to him, both of them yelling at each other and Osamu wildly gesticulating and throwing a towel. You spot two bottles of beer behind them on the counter and you're pretty sure that they are both from Atsumu. They both don't seem to notice you, still too absorbed into their fight.

The door loudly falls shut behind you and both suddenly stop yelling—not that you could even get a single word—but the sudden silence is almost awkward. They turn to you, and they both just look at you like you're a ghost, without saying anything. You wait for a few seconds, but can't stand any more awkwardness when the silence stretches longer.

"Uhm... hello?"

Atsumu suddenly gets on his feet and approaches you, and you stand there frozen when you see his red-rimmed eyes and the way he's almost stumbling while trying to reach you. Before he gets even close to you, he suddenly falls to the ground, his feet clumsily tangling with each other.

"Atsumu!" you quickly get closer and kneel next to him, concern evident in your voice, and he heavily gets on his arms and lifts his upper body just enough to look at you. You stare wide-eyed at him, your hands hesitantly reaching out for him but pausing mid-air while you look down at him.

"Y/n?" It sounds a bit slurred, and you nod with a frown.

"Yeah." You awkwardly stare at him while he clumsily takes a seat on his ass, his eyes now shining happily while he watches you. "I missed ya." You force a smile on your lips that you hope doesn't look too bitter. He pinches his eyes together, and one of his hands comes to your cheek—almost slapping you, and you flinch a bit when he leans a bit closer, the strong alcohol in his breath evident when he exhales deeply. "Ya don't look happy." He looks sad while he watches your face, and you suddenly feel tears in your eyes. "I'm... you hurt me, Atsumu." You know that he is intoxicated, and that he is in no state to give you a proper answer, but you still needed to get this off your chest.

"Hurt?" he echoes, his eyebrows furrowed while he's trying to understand your words. "Don't wanna hurt ya."

You nod and gently take his hand to remove it from your cheek and hold it. He looks kind of cute sitting there on his ass, and you simply stare at him, a part of you wanting to cry while another part wants to yell at him, but you just stay silent.

You hear someone clear his throat and look at Osamu standing behind him and watching you both attentively. "Don't wanna interrupt, but I wanna go home. I couldn't get him to leave tonight. It's gotten worse since last week. Since that message he left ya."

"What message?" You frown and direct your attention to Osamu. He raises an eyebrow and gestures towards Atsumu. "The one in which he pathetically asked ya to talk to him?"

You shake your head. "I didn't get a message from him."

"Oh." You look blankly at Osamu, and he looks blankly at you. Atsumu's hand suddenly tightens around you, and he whines cutely. "Y/n! Talk to me- yer here for me!" Osamu rolls his eyes and sighs deeply.

"I'm sorry. I was just so annoyed, couldn't stand him. It's fine if ya don't wanna give me a hand here."

"No, I can... I can help you out. What do you want me to do?" You try to ignore how your skin prickles where Atsumu starts to rub circles on the back of your hand, something that feels surprisingly way too intimate for you.

"Can ya help me get him home? I can get ya a taxi or- wait. Do you have a driver's license?"

You nod, and Osamu smiles happily. "Ya wanna drive his car then? Don't worry about the insurance, it's all good. You're officially married after all." He snorts at that and grabs Atsumu's bag to search for the keys. "It's only fair that ya get to drive his damn car then."

Your eyes go wide when you think about driving Atsumu's luxurious car, but you know that Atsumu does not live too far away, so you hesitantly nod, thinking about how nice Osamu has always been to you and how you want to help him out of this misery. And since you're already here, you can at least help him get Atsumu back.

You turn to Atsumu and try to smile as sweetly as you can. "Atsumu? Will you come with me then?" Atsumu seems to have a hard time understanding what you want from him, but finally nods and grabs your hand tighter while he tries to get on his feet. Osamu is quick to come from behind and to pull on his shoulders until he's fully standing, and you raise your brows when you see Atsumu barely pulling himself together. "I'll help ya get him in the car. I need to close the store; will you manage on your own after that? You can call if you need me."

You nod wearily and watch him carry Atsumu basically to the front door, when Atsumu starts complaining. "Y/n, come with us—" he whines and grabs your hand tighter, and you actually smile a bit when he's pouting adorably. "I'm here. Don't worry."

It feels like an eternity to get Atsumu in the car when he calls for you every few seconds and wants to make sure you're still with him, but Osamu finally managed to get Atsumu on the passenger seat where he starts snoring after a few moments.

Osamu sighs and rubs his eyes. "If he's not waking up when yer at his place, ya can call me. I'll take care of him then."

You nod and take the car keys with a slight hint of nervousness. You're just glad that the streets are basically empty at this time, so it should be fine for just a few minutes of driving. And technically, you're still his wife, so this should be fine, even if you scratch it accidentally. Osamu looks at you and nods, and you grab the keys tighter. "Thank you." Osamu opens the car door for you, and you slowly get on the seat. "I really appreciate it. Yer gettin' a free meal when yer comin' to Onigiri Miya next." You softly laugh at his comment and nod. "I'll come back to that offer."

He grins and yawns tiredly. "Drive safely."

You turn on the engine, and you wave at him. "You too. See ya."

"See ya."

xxx

The ride went smoothly, and you couldn't be more thankful when you finally park the car in the spacious garage. Atsumu has simply been snoring next to you, just mumbling a few inaudible things every now and then and the streets were basically empty at this time. You exit the car and open the door on his side, softly shaking his shoulder. "Atsumu? Can you come with me? Atsumu?" You coo, trying to softly wake him up, and he finally opens his eyes, still groggy and sleepy. "Y/n?"

"Yes, it's me. Will you come with me?"

He seems to have a hard time understanding what you want from him again, but he nods.

"Come here." You wrap Atsumu's arm around your shoulders and desperately pull him with you, and he finally gives in and lets you take him out of the car. "Y/n... missed ya. Yer gonna stay the night? Ya can have my bed. We can share. Share with my pretty- wife." He hiccups, and you take a deep breath to suppress your feelings. He sounds so genuine and cute, you almost want to believe his words. "Come on. We can talk about that later."

You have no idea how long it takes you to bring him to the elevator—more like drag him to the elevator—but you sigh in relief when you press the familiar number, even though the elevator has brought you so many painful memories by now. He mumbles some barely understandable words in your neck, his weight heavily resting on your body while you pull him with you as soon as the doors open.

"Come on, we're almost there."

"Hmm... coming." He lulls, following your direction, and you both finally make it around the corner—only to find someone already standing there. A familiar face that you hoped to never see again.

"You?"

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blindmagdalena · 1 year

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homie fingering a reader with his gloves on 😳

18+ f!reader, spanking, fingering, dirty talk, breath play, come play, clothed sex.

Homelander's always known you have a thing for his suit.

He never failed to notice the way your pupils dilated when he'd bring a gloved finger up to your face, pointing you down while he spoke. He'd watch you reflexively lick your lips. Fuck, you looked ready to open your mouth for him and suck his fingers down.

With that in mind, it came as no surprise to him that you'd whimper and beg for this, for his gloved hand rubbing soothing circles on your ass before coming down swift for a sharp spank.

He loves you like this, bent over his lap, naked and needy while he's fully suited, lording his power over you. Tending to you in ways no one else could even attempt to. No, you've got it bad for him. You'll never get this from anyone else.

"Homelander," you gasp, voice wrung out and sweet as a vanilla milkshake. He can hear how wet you are, the clench of your cunt squeezing around nothing but your own juices. You smell fucking incredible. It makes his jaw tight, has his mouth watering. He swallows it back, and delivers another sharp strike just to feel the way you shudder against him.

"I warned you, didn't I? I warned you what would happen if you teased me," he says, the leather of his glove smooth against your smarting ass as he rubs it tenderly. Being spanked by someone of his strength should be terrifying, but he's careful. He knows precisely how hard to strike.

He would never truly hurt you.

"I'm sorry," you whine. He can hear the smile in your voice. He knows you're not. He's certain you're proud of the position that riling him up has gotten you into. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

A lie.

"You sure don't sound sorry," he muses, bracing one hand on your ass while he pushes your thighs apart. Christ, you're soaked. It takes everything in him not to flip you over then and there, hoist your knees over his shoulders and devour you until you're screaming.

There will be time for that later.

Instead, Homelander drags his gloved middle finger through the mess of you, rubbing from your cunt to your clit in slow back and forth slides. The sound of it is almost as obscene as your moan.

"Please," you keen, digging your fingers into the couch cushion. "Please, please-" "Please what, sweetheart? Be specific," Homelander says, voice a velvety rumble. "If you're gonna beg, do it right." "Please fuck me with your fingers," you whisper, hiding your face in the cross of your arms. "With your glove."

"Atta girl," he purrs through a crooked grin, rubbing your clit in slow figure eights before finally pressing in two right off the bat.

The wetness of you makes for an easy slide, despite the added thickness the gloves give his fingers. The sounds you make go straight to his cock, whimpering like it's too much, even as you push your hips back against his fingers, begging for more with every part of you.

Homelander puts a hand to your lower back, holds you firmly in place. Beneath you, his cock strains in the confines of his pants, grinding against your stomach. He licks his lips, exhaling sharp little breaths as he pushes his fingers deeper, the mingled smell of leather and sex thoroughly clouding his mind.

"Thaaat's it, there you go. Love being fucked by your hero, don't you? Can't forget it when I've got these on, not even when I'm fucking you stupid," he rasps, voice thin with his own desire. His hand slides from your back up to your neck, to your throat. Your gasp is broken by the way he squeezes, holding you in place while he picks up the pace. You asked him to fuck you with them, after all.

His palm slaps against your skin with every sharp thrust, jostles you in his lap. Even through his glove, he can feel you struggling for each breath you take, but you don't try to pull his hand away.

You're completely loose in his grip, little more than a warm, wet toy. He slips in a third finger, and like he's pressed a button, you reward him with a reedy, desperate moan.

Fuck, the throb of his cock is starting to feel unbearable. He's already close just from the weight of you on his lap, from the smell and the sound of you. He's not going to last, especially not with the way he can feel you quivering around his fingers, squeezing him through the leather. Homelander bites down hard on his tongue.

"C'mon... C'mon, that's it. C'mon. So fuckin' pretty when you come for me. C'mon, baby, come on my fingers. Show me how grateful you are. Show me," he grits out, each thrust of his hand punching a sharp, high pitched little noise out of you. He flexes his hand on your throat, gives you just enough breath between squeezes to make sure you don't pass out. You clench your knees together, your whole body shaking, climbing up and up and up until finally you lock up, and Homelander releases your throat just to hear the way you scream for him.

Though his pace relents, he doesn't stop fucking you. He takes too much pleasure in the overstimulated way you writhe and cry out, clawing at the couch while he pumps his fingers in deep, curling them and milking you of every last second of your release.

Driven into a fucking frenzy by your orgasm, Homelander startles a gasp out of you when he flips you onto the couch, on your back, and climbs between your legs. He fumbles with his belt for only a second, fingers a wet mess of you. He's rushed in pulling out his cock, breathing through his teeth, looking like a wild animal over you as he takes his cock in that same wet hand, fisting it while he uses his other hand to pin you in place.

"Don't you ever fucking forget who makes you come like this. Who owns you. Who belongs to you," he hisses, furiously jerking his cock. You look like a dream under him, flushed and out of your mind with your own release.

"Do it," you say, voice hoarse. "I wanna feel you come all over me, Homelander." The way you moan his name is as reverent as it is deprived, and it snaps the final thread left tethering him. He slams his hips into his fist and comes hard, painting your wet, fucked out pussy with come, ribbons of it shooting all the way up to your stomach.

You're both breathing heavily. Homelander moves his hand from you to the couch, bracing himself on it as he squeezes the last few drops from his cock before tucking it back into his pants with a tender breath.

You open your arms to him, and he sinks down against you, heedless of the mess that spreads to his suit. He's earned your embrace, and the sweet way you play with his hair after he's done a good job.

"That was amazing," you sigh, carding your fingers lazily through his blonde locks. You smile when you say, "My hero."

Homelander smiles into the crook of your neck, nuzzling there. He feels giddy in the wake of his climax, resisting the urge to giggle as your fingers tickle the outer shell of his ear. "Love you."

"I love you, too," you murmur, voice soft and words slightly slurred. "Next time, I want you to be the naked one." Homelander's smile grows into a sly grin. "Yeah?" "Yeah," you echo, giving his hair a playful little tug. "What do you think?" "I think you're onto something," he says, kissing along your neck.

You always have the best ideas.

#well. this got out of hand HAH #anyways enjoy some unbeta'd smut #homelander x reader #homelander x you #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #smut #my writing #fluff #uniform kink

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aesthyuckic · 2 years

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[7:43am]

You wake up to soft, husky humming as the light that came in from between the curtains blinded you. Though, surprisingly someone came to block the sunlight for you as well as the cool morning air that blew in through the windows that rustled the fabric.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Donghyuck had come to whisper in your ear while stroking your hair.

His soft humming continued only this time he traced patterns with his fingers up and down your skin. You huffed as you stirred a bit in the warm, white sheets.

“Did you have to wake me?” You asked.

He chuckled, “I didn’t mean to.”

You knew. He’d been up for some time before you but not long judging by how he still had his morning voice. Sometimes he did this. You’d wake up to him staring at you with a stupid grin on his face and he hadn’t even realized. He confessed that he would watch you sleep when given the chance, because he found you so breathtaking.

You eyes finally fluttered open, only to see that stupid grin on his face once again. His hair was disheveled and his white t-shirt was as well. Arguably, you could say he was breathtaking as well. His eyes so full of love that even you couldn’t see all of it. You reached up to cup his cheek and rubbed the softness of his skin with your thumb which he gave a small kiss to.

It was sudden when he wrapped his arms around you in order to bring and hold you against him. He left small kisses on the exposed skin your shoulder and neck while his hand burned into your thigh. He came to pepper your face in kisses which you squealed at. He pulled away only to stare at you for a moment before he tried to lean in for a kiss this time. You stopped him.

“Morning breath!” You laughed.

“Oh, c’mon.�� Donghyuck whined. “A small price to pay for a kiss from your one true love.”

Truly, you could never say no to him. It was so easy to give into him. You rolled your eyes at him before grabbing the nape of his neck to bring him into a kiss. His grip on you became tighter and he sighed before he smiled against your lips. He continued to leave small kisses on your lips after the deep, passionate one you initiated that morning. He still held onto your waist rather tightly, but at the same time so lovingly. It felt safe and secure in a way you could never trade for the world because it was your world.

“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever had the privilege to lay eyes on.” He murmured against your lips. “Hell, to be around and love.”

“Creature?” You questioned as you moved his messy hair back out of his face.

“There’s no way you’re human.” He responded. “You’re too beautiful. You have to be an angel, a celestial being, a goddess seems most fitting.”

You smiled. He really knew his way with words but you couldn’t even be mad because you love it and he managed to make you feel good every time. He continued to coat your skin with kisses that morning as you played with his hair.

It was a good morning indeed. All warm and fuzzy, full of smiles and laughs.

“I hope you know I meant every word of it, my love.”

“I love you, too, Hyuck.”

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torhues · 2 years

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kuroo tetsuro.

silence fills your kitchen, a wisp emerges from your coffee and vanishes into thin air. your fingers tip press a little harder around your cup; there's something wrong with kuroo today.

you notice the way he hasn't looked at you since you've sat at the table for breakfast, you've been noticing for a while; his actions— antics, watching him do things he usually doesn't, making decisions he generally wouldn't, say things he doesn't mean otherwise. you've been noticing for over a month, and it feels that the kuroo you knew has simply became a distant memory. the more you think about it, the further it drifts away, morphing into ancient history.

sometimes, you think you're dreaming.

"you friend from work called, inviting us to his farewell party," you break the silence, but your eyes are fixed on the ceramic plate in front of you. "i said we have other plans for the day, the highschool reunion,"

"i see," he nods, and those words mark the end of your small talk. frankly, you miss the days none of you would shut up, no matter what time of the day it was. it doesn't matter now, not really, kuroo talks when he wants, other times, it's just silence communicating with itself. "are you done shopping for the reunion?"

just like now.

for some reason, the empty plate in front of you seems more tempting than the question he asked. you remember winning the whole crockery set at a couple game around two years ago, or three, maybe. you're not sure, the timeline is getting blurry inside your mind. you leave his question unattended like the coffee in your cup, to see if he cares about a response.

a second passes, then another, one more, kuroo grabs the newspaper kept on the further right corner of the kitchen counter. it's as if the question doesn't mean anything— your response doesn't mean anything, perhaps, would be a better conclusion. you hope you're dreaming, because the kuroo sitting in front of you doesn't seem like the person you fell in love with.

"you know, i think we shouldn't attend the reunion either," you give in either way, putting your plate aside, leaning on the counter with a smile in an attempt to make yourself feel better.

kuroo looks up. "oh," but, he's looking somewhere else. your hair, shoulder, the paining behind you, anywhere, but your eyes. there's a certain look in his eyes, grief, guilt— remorse, and you want to ask him, what is it that turned you into someone so unfamiliar?

his eyes shift back to the newspaper. "suit yourself. i have a few meetings that day, either way,"

you wonder if he cares, you realise he doesn't.

and you can't take it anymore.

actually, there's a question you've been wearing on the tip of your tongue for days now, finding the right moment to ask him. it would be a lie if you said life didn't give you any opportunities, you just weren't able to bring yourself ask it. you aren't brave when it comes to such things, never were, never would be, talking about love scares you. you never know how the conversation would turn out. there are too many risks.

falling for him was the first one you took, confronting him would be probably be the last one with him.

"i think you don't love me anymore,"

a pause; you notice the hesitation laced in his expression, it doesn't faze you anymore.

kuroo nods faintly. his eyes don't leave the sight of the empty cup in front of him, as if it's staring back at him. his lips press into a thin line as the unsaid words intoxicate the silence spinning in the air. he sighs; the empty cup reminds him of something, of himself, his heart,

and so, kuroo finally musters up the courage to look into your eyes. "i know, i've noticed."

— inspired by vie's prompts ( 5th one )

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nezumeanie · 1 year

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♡⃣ v a l k y r i e ’ s simple affection is shown by…𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ 𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ

….basking in your presence. mika is content anywhere as long as you’re the person beside him. running errands with you goes beyond being a favorite pastime of his, it’s a genuine honor of his to be allowed to spend the most mundane hours of life with you. holding your grocery bags while talking about the colors in the advertisements you’ve seen in store windows, making up names and stories for puppies seen tied to cafe tables outside, predicting the weather, discussing how intelligent humans are for inventing things for even the smallest of inconveniences—in the silence between topics mika thanks that god over and over again that someone could love a half broken product like him. he feels truly blessed by you, especially if you find the right time to rub his head or scratch under his chin. in the small times you spend together, he blushes so much around you that you begin to believe he really is just a cherry cheeked kind of boy

….pinching your cheek and clicking his teeth. only you can hear the care in shu’s nagging, the softness in his correction. only he can see the hair on your head that’s out of place, the tag sticking out of your shirt. brushing a hair out of your face while your hands are full, fastening your necklace for you after you’ve fumbled with the latch for a minutes or so, retying your shoes for you mumbling about how childish you truly are—shu can’t admit it but he really does enjoy just taking care of you. you’re a precious artifact to him, something that needs delicate hands and a proper home. taking note of the colors you wear often, the times of year you sneeze the most, the kind of drinks that you cringe at, whether or not you enjoy the guitar and if he should find ways to incorporate into his work..even in his own little world, there remains a spot for you. somehow you’re approval has also become vital to his projects, knowing you believe in his genius gives his a sense of pride like he’s never felt when he’s done this alone. after so many years of safe and cold porcelain skin, shu never realized how strong his craving was to feel something so warm and inviting until now

#hello……..not me having issues writing itsuki again 🥴 hi #but i said before itsuki’s affection is all corrective….well thts all i can find it in me to say rn #kagehira is both catlike & golden retriever-like in a way i can’t put into the right words #like ‘eager to please’ but ‘throughly enjoys parallel play’ hahah #idk i think he’s sweet is all #i think he’s a little stingy w money though i think he would turn bright red and ask to split the check hahhaha #but itsuki would pay even if he didn’t have the money bc he’s delusional (doesn’t know how money works) (or doesn’t care abt how money works #very very removed from reality….ah okay no more talking abt itsuki 😵‍💫#idk i don’t have anything else to say #things written #ensemble stars #enstars fanfic #valkyrie enstars #enstars fluff #mika kagehira #mika kagehira x reader #shu itsuki x reader #valkyrie x reader #shu itsuki #valkyrie ensemble stars #enstars #itsuki shu #kagehira mika #enstars headcanons #mika kagehira fluff #shu itsuki fluff #mika kagehira headcanon

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madrabit · 2 months

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Ooh you know I'm gonna take you up on this offer of more fantastic BoJan content! Could you please do one with a mix of 15 and 17 ? (A passionate kiss to distract from something) thank you <3

Yes! We need more BoJan (and I know you know that very well :3), there can never be enough of the two of them! And yes, ofc I can do that! I hope you enjoy it!

And for everyone else, feel free to also send me a prompt if you'd like to!

Send me a number and a ship and I'll write you a kiss! 🩷✨️

15. ... passionately + 17. ... to distract

The silence in the room was suffocating. It coated the space in a weird blanket, making every noise stand out and the ticking of the clock on the wall seemed awfully loud.

Jan was tense, his shoulders pulled up, hands clutching at each other, fiddling with a pick he had found in the pocket of his pants, while his jaw was clenched tightly. His breathing was strained, a frown permanently etched onto his face since they had entered the vet office and he was aware of the vibes he was giving off as he shifted on the uncomfortable plastic chair.

A few seats over a small dog barked, drawing Jan's attention with the high pitched sound and the woman holding the dog gave him an apologetic smile, while she shushed the animal. Jan didn't react, instead he let his eyes fly to the informational posters about how to calculate your pets age on the wall in front of him, over the little calendar next to it displaying pictures of kittens, puppies and other small animals and finally landing on a brochure about how to properly care for exotic pets.

"Are you alright, Janči?"

Bojan's voice was quiet, calm and incredibly warm that Jan couldn't help but look away from the picture of a gecko perched on a branch and meet the shorter man's soft brown eyes.

"Yes", he answered shortly, letting out air through his teeth. He flicked the pick, sliding it through his fingers and his leg started to bounce nervously as he threw a look at the clock, still loudly ticking away.

It had been barely five minutes since the nurse had taken Igor from him. He had watched, almost helplessly, as the young woman had carefully taken the pet carrier from his hands. Igor had been quiet, rolled up on Bojan's sweater that they had put in to keep him comfortable. Usually he would have put a fluffy blanket he had specifically bought in the box, but when he had found Igor laying on Bojan's discarded sweater, the cat hadn't wanted to move an inch and buried his claws in the fabric, still holding it in his little paws as Jan had picked him up. Bojan had let out a giggle and had just taken the sweater to lay it out in the transport box for Igor.

"It's okay, he's a brave little kitty", Bojan said softly, reaching for his hand and interlacing their fingers, immediately knowing what was making the taller man this upset. Jan looked down, seeing Bojan's smaller hand in his and while it might have helped usually, the feeling of worry just didn't fade and he was still tensed up.

"I hate that I'm not allowed to be inside with him", he said lowly, squeezing Bojan's hand maybe a bit too hard as the shorter man rubbed his thumb over his knuckles, not that his boyfriend complained.

Jan had felt his heart drop into his pants as he had seen Igor limp last night after coming back from one of his strolls outside, favouring his right hind leg as he hoppled through the living room. The cat didn't go roam the neighbourhood on his own often, preferring to stay inside and cuddle up with him and Bojan on the couch. Most of the time, Jan would go take a walk with him, giving him the space to explore, but still being there for Igor to return to if he felt unsafe.

The dog barked again, whining a bit and Bojan cooed softly at the pomeranian. Jan was sure that his boyfriend already would've asked if he could pet the dog if the older lady hadn't clutched the animal against her chest protectively.

"It'll be over soon and we'll get him back, he'll be fine", Bojan whispered, playing with the dark haired man's fingers.

"Usually I was allowed to come in with him...", Jan grumbled, his leg still bouncing as he looked through the otherwise empty waiting room again. Next to him, Bojan shifted, putting his head on Jan's shoulder. Soft, brown hair tickled his neck as the shorter nuzzled into his hoodie.

The vet was new, taking over the office of the previous doctor, who had retired. Jan had liked the old man a lot, trusted him to take care of Igor and wasn't bothered if he had to stay behind while his little furbaby got treated. But this guy was new. And Jan didn't trust him yet, didn't know if he was good at his job or not.

"They're taking an x-ray, Janči, I'd be surprised if they allowed you in there", Bojan mumbled, pulling Jan's hand into his lap to take it in both of his, giving a reassuring squeeze. Jan let out a huff, the frown deepening even more. He was tempted to pull away, wrap his arms around himself to hide the way he was still fiddling with the pick in his hands. But before he could think about it further, Bojan stood up abruptly, getting Jan onto his feet as well.

The smaller man didn't let go of him as he made his way out of the waiting room, not even as Jan asked him what he was doing. He didn't even answer, just walked over to the little bathroom, opened the door and pushed Jan inside, swiftly following his taller boyfriend into the room.

The click of the lock turning was all Jan could hear before lips attacked his, arms wrapping around his shoulders, a hand on the back of his head pulling him down into a kiss.

Jan let out a surprised little noise, his own hands almost instinctively coming to rest on Bojan's waist, even as he wanted to move away. The singer didn't let him, just pulled him closer as he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue dart out to trace Jan's bottom lip.

It took a few seconds for his brain to catch up, before he reciprocated the kiss, biting Bojan's tongue and letting it slide between his lips. He wrapped an arm around the younger's waist, pulling him closer and leaning even more into it, almost making Bojan bend over backwards as their tongues met.

Bojan moaned softly into the kiss, his hold loosened slightly as he melted against Jan, his hand dropping to the nape of Jan's neck, playing with the slightly shorter hair there. The touch made a shiver run down his back and he let one hand slide under the sweater his boyfriend was wearing, softly caressing the skin on the small of Bojan’s back.

He felt himself relax as the kiss turned messier, mind only focused on walking Bojan a few steps back, pressing the shorter man against the wall next to the sink. His hands slid down further, coming to rest on that plush ass he loved, when a muffled bark ripped him out of the thought.

"We shouldn't do this, what if they are done now", he said lowly as he pulled back, or rather, tried to pull back. Bojan cupped his cheek, turning his head back again to press feather light kisses to Jan's jaw, rubbing his nose over the dark beard, kissing his way up.

"Two minutes", the younger whispered against his lips, "just a little bit longer, yes?"

Bojan stared up at him, dark eyes hooded and soft, so soft that Jan wanted to melt from the warmth they radiated. Instead, he just leaned in again, bringing their lips together in another kiss that had them both gasping for air.

A few minutes later, they stumbled out of the bathroom, making their way back to the waiting room. The woman, still holding her dog, gave them a pointed look, staring at the little red blotch forming on Bojan's neck that the singer had tried to cover up with the collar of his sweater. Jan gave her another frown as they sat down, reaching for Bojan's hand. The scrunched up, sunshine smile he got in return made his nerves relax again.

They barely had to wait for another ten minutes, spending the time talking quietly, when the same nurse from earlier called for them.

"His leg is just sprained", the vet said as soon as they entered the room and Jan felt his body relax in relief, eyes immediately on Igor. The cat was laying on his side on the table, cleaning his front paws while his tail was swishing behind him, showing his discontent at the whole situation. The second he noticed Jan, he stopped, looking up at his human and gave a loud, clearly unhappy meow.

The vet laughed slightly while he looked over Igor's file, noting something down. "He's gonna be alright in a few weeks, but I wouldn't let him out in that time, we wouldn't want him to break a paw."

Jan nodded, stepping towards the table and leaning down to give his cat a little kiss on the head, right between his fluffy ears.

"He's very well mannered, so it went faster than we thought it would. You can go upfront to pay and then you're all done."

"Thanks", Jan said to the man, who just nodded and then walked to one of the doors to disappear into another room, most likely to get back to the lady with the dog.

"Do you want to take him?", Bojan asked as he picked up the transport box, but Jan just shook his head.

"I can't, i have to pay, you should cuddle him a bit, you know how he gets after a vet visit", he answered, taking the box from his boyfriend. Bojan just gave him a sweet smile as he scooped up the little furball in his arms, giggling softly as Igor immediately bumped his face against his chin and started purring.

"Sometimes I think he likes you more than me", Jan said with a grin, finally able to relax completely now that he knew everything was alright.

"No, he doesn't, I'm just the one who gives him treats all the time", Bojan laughed, turning to the door that Jan dutifully opened for him.

"And I think you deserve all the treats today, don't you, Igor?", Jan heard the shorter brunet coo as he made his way to the front desk, the pet carrier slung over his shoulder.

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kitamars · 2 years

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rejoice, swap!bunny ref be upon ye

#i have a whole ass document for this au written out it’s insane #i post about this au a lot more on my twitter so feel free to look there hehe #i will try to compile my doodles and post them here too!#but enjoy a slightly more well-adjusted but still total hot mess #bc it’s not gonna get any easier for his partner #actually i made it much worse for kotetsu uh #enjoy the fluff while it lasts!#taibani swap au #barnaby brooks jr #taibani #tiger & bunny #tiger and bunny #t&b #tnb #ok bye

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patchwork-crow-writes · 2 months

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Practice Makes Perfect

Breathe, Ralsei, you think to yourself, you've got this.

You wipe the sweat from your paws, smoothing out the front of your best satin dress - the one with the lacy frills all along the hem and the beautiful rose gold trimming all around the black heart window. Dress for the position you wanted, so you'd read - and while you couldn't possibly face them like this just yet, you know that this would be the garment that would seal the deal... so to speak.

You glance over the rim of your spectacles at the figure stood in front of you - this stalwart mannequin has been with you since the beginning, a taciturn companion in the long, lonely days leading up to the heroes' arrival. It looked a little different now, however - since confiscating it from that shameless Addison, you'd adorned it in a rather fetching suit of armour, and you'd remarked aloud about how dashing the effect was. Over its face was a photograph you'd crudely stuck on at the last minute, just to complete the illusion. It's slapdash work, but looking at it now you can't help but notice your pulse speed up a little and your breath run dry.

God, if a mere facsimile of the real thing could invoke this in you...

...no, focus! Now is not the time to get lost in reverie, no matter how pleasant. You have a job to do, and you're determined to see it through.

Now then. You play through the steps in your head. First, give them a warm smile - nice and easy one to start off with! Then, you step forward confidently before raising your arms up... or is it the other way around? You briefly consider going back over the courtship manual you'd been reading, before realising - confound it all! - that you'd placed it back on the shelf in the castle library. Oh, conceited prince, who thought you had all the answers!

...you'd definitely locked the bedroom door, hadn't you...? W-what if Lancer or Queen walked in... or heaven forfend, one of the lightners...! You flick a wrist in the direction of the door, and your scarf obeys, lashing out towards the handle and giving it a quick twist. The gnarled oak rattles in its frame, but remains put, and you breathe a little sigh.

...alright, well, forget all that just now. This is just practice after all, it doesn't matter if you don't get it exactly right first try, does it? And so, with resolve renewed, you step confidently towards the mannequin and raise your arms...

...do you go over the shoulders or round the waist...? With shoulders you'd have better access to their face and hair, but a waist hug would increase the overall contact between you... but would that seem too... desperate? Perhaps a mix of the two, with one arm over and one under, would be best... more of a "good pal" or "bro" hug, as you believe they're called. But then, why go to all these lengths just for something like that...?

JUST HUG THE DAMN DUMMY RALSEI, you scream inwardly, and before you can object, you rush forwards, almost tackling the mannequin to the floor as you envelop it in a tight embrace at the waist.

You shiver a little at the coldness of the metal as it presses against you, but the cloth jumpsuit beneath is delightfully warm and soft to the touch, and you almost fancy that it pushes lightly back against you, as if responding to your gentle caresses. You bury your snout into the crook of its neck; sweet apple mingles with rich notes of chocolate and blueberry in your nostrils, making your fur stand on end and your mouth salivate uncontrollably. A shuddering sigh escapes you, electricity dancing across your extremities, flushing your skin with wanton heat and jump-starting your frail heart into overdrive.

You don't remember the last time you'd felt this way; so close to heaven you could almost taste it, the fulfillment of a beloved object returning to its rightful owner. You whet your lips with your tongue as you prepare to administer the coup-de-grace, your mouth a hair's breadth from its cheek, breath hot and heavy with the promise of eternal rhapsody...

'HEY RALSEI GET OUT HERE!' calls a terrifying voice from somewhere outside, and you let loose a shriek. You try and push yourself away from the dummy, but in your panic your claws dig into the fabric and pull it on top of you instead. And almost in that exact same instant, the lock on your door fails and in walks Susie, rubbing her shoulder.

'We've been waiting AGES for you to come down! The hell you been doing up... here...?'

You lock eyes with her, feeling like you might burst into tears at any moment. She sweeps her gaze across you and the mannequin tangled together on the bed, and you realise with clasping horror that you'd somehow managed to wrap your legs around its base in the chaos. The desire to sink back into the primordial darkness whence you came is overwhelming as hot shame stings your cheeks. For her part, she looks mortified.

'...uhh, should I come back later, or...?'

'IT-IT-IT ISN'T WHAT IT L-LOOKS LIKE SUSIE!' you whine up at her pitifully, knowing full well that it will do absolutely nothing to convince her otherwise. 'I-I was practicing hugging w-with the d-d-dummy and it... it fell on t-top of me and...!'

The dragoness snorts, and then falls about in peals of laughter. You note that the shame you're feeling is now tinged with annoyance.

'You... up here with that... I-I can't dude, I just...!' she breathes in-between attacks of bellowing laughter, holding up a claw as if telling you to make it stop.

'Susie, p-please...!' you say, extruding yourself from the dummy and standing upright with what little dignity you can muster. 'It wasn't that funny! ...was it?'

You stand there and wait for her to compose herself. You try to keep in mind that it could always be worse - what if Kris had decided to walk in instead? You really would have shrunk away into nothingness if that were to have happened...!

'Y-you're not going to tell them, a-are you Susie...?'

She looks at you, eyes still creased with mirth, jaws clamped shut to try and stave off the giggles. You realise in that moment that mere platitudes will not work here.

'...how many cakes would you like?'

'...let's start with three,' she replies after a moment, still grinning from ear-to-ear, 'and we'll go from there. How's that sound?'

...well, three wasn't so bad. You could dash those off in ten minutes, and you'd doubt even Susie would be able to handle anything else after that...

'Th-thanks, Susie...' you mouth, no more breath to articulate your words. 'I d-don't know what I'd have done if they'd found out, so...'

'Found out what?'

Susie's grin twitches again as you turn to look towards the door, almost shrieking a second time when you see Kris stood there, staring directly at you and the discarded dummy dressed exactly like them on the floor by the bed...

...nothingness it is then, you think, as you collapse into a heap of clothes onto the floor.

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