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captain-barnes-writes · 9 months

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What is soft launch? (Carlos Sainz)

Part two

Summary: Max Verstappen’s ex girlfriend moves on with none other than Ferrari’s Carlos Sainz and they’ve managed to keep their relationship under wraps until now. | part three |

Type: insta au

Face claim: Cindy Kimberly

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x fem!reader x ex!Max Verstappen

Warning: fluff, salty max, romantic carlos hehe

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CarlosSainz55 best summer break yet 😉

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LandoNorris you included our golf date 😗

CarlosSainz55 date???

LandoNorris that’s exactly what I said 😑

DanielRicciardo and I wasn’t included in this date, why??? 🔪

LandoNorris we’re keeping it lowkey for now

Username my faves interacting 🥰

DanielRicciardo i spy with my little eye 👀

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YourUsername 🌊

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Username Carlos & Y/N??🫢

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Username it’s not even her 😐

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YourUsername I miss summer break & you♥️

CarlosSainz55 I miss you more amor, see you soon.

YourUsername almost bebé🤞

Username Best of luck!

Username How can somebody be so good looking😭

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F1Wags Y/N was seen leaving Carlos Sainz home with not one, but two (!!) bouquets of flowers seemingly from the Spaniard. This comes after the two have been frequenting the same places recently. Y/N and Max Verstappen broke up more than 2 years ago and it’s the first time there’s been rumors of her being linked with anybody else since. In contrast, Max moved on to Kelly Piquet only a month after their breakup. Are we getting our favorite wag back? 🤔

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Username she’s got the rizz 😮‍💨

Username THE grid rizz

Username Am I the only one who really wants them to be a couple?

Username she couldn’t find someone else?

Username im on my knees

Username didn’t think we’d get Y/N as a wag again😍

Username imagine Max right now 🤣🤣

Username karma really came to bite him and I OOP😳

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F1Wags Y/N and Carlos Sainz were spotted kissing and getting cozy only a day after she was photographed leaving his home. We’ve got our favorite girl back, but now in Ferrari 🔴

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Username she really can’t leave the f1 drivers alone can she?

Username can you blame her?

Username if I looked like her I’d be through half the grid already 😮‍💨

Username she really waited so long, she deserves this

Username Max is screaming into his pillow rn 🫨

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Username not ashamed to say that’s my Ferrari girl!

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Username 2 years later & you regret it just now?

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Username sir have you forgotten you’ve got a girlfriend?

LandoNorris Take this down mate. I’m about to call you

MaxVerstappen1 This is so fucked up

LandoNorris she’s just moved on is all

MaxVerstappen1 but with Carlos out of all people?

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CarlosSainz55 One whole year with you mi princesa 👸 I’m happy to have spent this last year just us two without being under the microscope of the whole world and though things are now different, I’m glad I get to experience this life with you. I love you ❤️‍🔥

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YourUsername Happy one year to us mi amor. Grateful for you always💕

CarlosSainz55 mi princesa

CharlesLeclerc happy for you guys!

Charlottesiine you guys are so great together❤️

Yourbff thanks for always filling her home with flowers, you really make her the happiest 🥹

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YourUsername he’s still yours too Lando!

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YourUsername hard launching on our one year❤️‍🔥 Grateful for you. I adore how you always show your love for me, we really give each other our all everyday no matter where in the world we are. I’m glad I get to experience this life with you (and Piñon!) I love you mi amor 🥰🥰

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CarlosSainz55 I know what a soft and hard launch means now 😳 I love you mi princesa and so does piñon.

YourUsername with the amount of treats I give him he better love me 😶 te amo ♥️

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LandoNorris but carlando still lives on 😮‍💨

YourUsername I’ll never stand in the way 🫡

LandoNorris this is the hardest launch I’ve seen

CarlosSainz55 the smoothest 😈

TO BE CONTINUED

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I couldn’t wait to get this part out. I’ve come to really enjoy making these ☺️ hope you guys enjoy

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mayhemories · 1 year

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Neteyam x reader dealing with the change between the forest and the reef. Fluff plssssssss but also kinda smutty.

I don't know how to describe it but can the reader want to mate with Neteyam bc they haven't yet and the reader doesn't know how to bring it up. and she is like worried about being a virgin

idk i cant stop thinking about Neteyam x reader sex on the beach

(doesn't have to be like actual smut if you are uncomfy)

What A Blessing

Oh, thank you so much for the request! I really enjoyed writing it. I hope I did it some kind of justice. I didn't commit to the smut in this part, but I was kinda envisioning a smutty pt 2. to this fic, so let me know if you'd want that <3

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Reader (James Cameron’s Avatar)

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: Spicy Fluff? Straight Fluff. Neteyam has 1 (one) dirty thought, god forbid, let him live. Reader has a chat about sex and mating.

Words: 2.6k

Author’s Notes:

Minors DNI (no smut explicitly but still not for you guys, okay?)

Listened to How Can I Make It OK? - Wolf Alice, nonstop writing this. So if you want the vibe, there it is.

Neteyam is 19, reader is 18/19, Lo’ak, Kiri and Tsireya are 17. Lil Tuk girl queen is the same age as the movie because I will protect her childhood.

Please note that the reader utilises she/her pronouns. If you’d prefer male or gender-neutral pronouns in fic I’m more than happy to repost a male or gn version of the story, otherwise include any pronoun preferences in the request box!

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Having Neteyam as your promised mate was a blessing. Having the security of someone so beautiful, strong and kind was priceless. A blessing. Having the Sully family as your fortress: Jake as your father-in-law and the Olo'eyktan, Neytiri as the mother you only ever dreamed of, Mo’at and all her teachings, the wisdom of the T’sahik that she instilled in you, for the future. Lo’ak as the annoying thorn in your side, but a thorn that opened your eyes to new sides of Pandora, nonetheless. Kiri as your sister in spirit, someone who felt Eywa like you did, someone who did not forget the power of her strength during hardships. And little Tuk, someone who made you laugh, and play and sparked the power of your imagination like it had been when you were little.

And of course, your beloved Neteyam. With his broad chest, and broader smile. Honey eyes that could spring from docile to alert and tracking in seconds. With his sweet laugh and sweeter, protective nature of his siblings and his clan members. Being Neteyam Sully’s love was a blessing, was a strong fortress. Being in love with him was simple and easy. As was loving his family. Everything was perfect.

Until it just wasn’t anymore.

“No, Neteyam” you sighed. Sitting on the side of your shared bed, Neteyam kneeling in front of you, your hands weaved together. “I don’t understand.” your voice was soft, the tears streaking down your face were softer still.

“My love, my father has decided,” Neteyam spoke softly, as if not to frighten you. “I must leave, my family must leave for the safety of the clan, for their longevity.” You loosed a sad chuckle, shaking your head sending rouge braids that Tuk has made flying around the perimeter of your face.

“No, Neteyam, I don’t understand why you are talking like I am not coming with you.” You felt something fierce awaken in your small, beating heart. You were rarely like this, but when you were, Neteyam knew there was no point.

“My love you know you can go anywhere, do anything you choose, I will never be able to stop you.” A sweet smile graced his lips, sighing he continued, “you know my only wish in this life is to keep you safe.”

Gently, you wiped your face clean of salty tears, bending down to meet him on the floor of your sleeping quarters. You held Neteyam’s eyes with your own. And he knew in that moment, that he could never be parted from you. In this life and the next, he would always be with you.

“I will always be safe when I am with you, Neteyam.”

Finally landing the Ikran on the sand was instant relief to you. Your thighs were chaffed and your skin felt so dry like you had been whipped, skin peeling, ripped from the constant barrage of the coastal wind. Dismounting, your legs felt wobbly, like a baby taking its first steps. Neteyam kept his hands on your waist, stabilising you. You were no hunter, no rider really. That was all Neteyam. But, a keen herbalist, forager, spiritualist. You were his balance, or rather, you were supposed to be his T’sahik.

The sun was so warm on your skin as you waited for the leaders of the Metkayina to accept your plea for refuge. You did not know if it was the delirium from the long flight, or whether the anxiety of being turned away caught up with you, but you felt like you were floating in and out of existence. One moment you were standing, the next walking with all your belongings to your new home, the next you were sitting in the intricately woven marui pod, unpacking everything and anything that meant something to you.

Neteyam’s hands, calloused from the Ikran’s reigns and the grooves of his bow, found your slumping shoulders. Small circles being rubbed into your mistreated skin.

“My love, are you happy?” Neteyam whispered over the sensitive curl of your ear.

“Can I be honest with you, Neteyam?” You asked, turning to face him. He scanned your face for any signs of anxiety, happiness, indifference. Tightening his brows, as well as the grip on your shoulders.

“Of course, always.”

You smiled at that, he was still the same, despite it all.

“I am worried I will not thrive here, that I will be dead weight.” You wrung your hands and wrists, head cast down, to escape his gaze, but also in shame, admitting your fear to him. To Neteyam. Your perfect Neteyam who could do no wrong.

“I’m too worried, that I will be dead weight.” Neteyam sighed. Your head sprung up, confused. Your hands found either side of his face.

“Are you stupid or something?” Neteyam smirked slightly, his hands snaking up to rest on yours. “Neteyam, everything you touch turns to gold, you can’t really fail at anything.” He laughed at you, a proper stomach laugh.

“Care to share that tidbit with my father when you get a chance-” Rolling your eyes, you cut him off.

“Neteyam, I’m serious.” You felt yourself starting to pout.

“Take some of your own advice, huh.” Neteyam captured your eyes again. With a small peck on your pursed lips, he whispered: “You have medical training, you have intelligence and a strong heart.” One of his hands rested on your chest, roughly where you knew your heart would be. “You are connected to Eywa, you are connected to me. Forever.” You couldn’t help but smile. Oh Jesus, Neteyam he always knew exactly what to say. “My love Eywa will never turn her back on you, and I will always protect you from anything that might come.”

Loving him was so easy, especially when he said things like that.

He held your hands as you both stood up.

“Now, let’s get some fresh water into you.” You chuckled, you knew you were dehydrated beyond belief. “And maybe some salve for that chafe too, huh.” He chuckled at you, pinching your side as you giggled, leaning into his safe arms.

A blessing.

The days quickly burned into weeks, the weeks into months. Your training with Tsireya and Ao’nung went well, to your surprise. You found breathing easy, as you could imagine the lungs filling and deflating. Though, Kiri teased you that Eywa decided you must be good at everything. Yet, all you saw was how naturally it came to Kiri and Tuk, themselves. You’d never admit it to Neteyam, but you preferred riding the Ilu.

It came a bit harder for Neteyam and Lo’ak, but they were dedicated. Neteyam wanted to uphold the promise he made to Jake, that he would pull his weight, stay out of trouble, and bring no shame to the family. Lo’ak was driven by holding Tsireya’s attention. Which, you decided, wasn’t the worst idea Lo’ak had ever had.

You liked Tsireya, Ao’nung… not so much, though after his big fight with Lo’ak and Neteyam, he had been more tolerable to be around.

Tsireya and you sat side by side on the sand. You talked about anything and everything. She would often help you with your hair, and you would often help her with Lo’ak. You both had been trained as Tsakarem and loved the Sully boys. As different as they were, you knew better than anyone else, all Sully boys were the same breed.

Her fingers were in your hair, trying to get Tuk’s random braids and beads out before she properly weaved your hair into some kind of intricate braid pattern.

“How did you know Neteyam was the one?” Tsireya asked, though you knew she sat right with you, you knew her mind was thousands of miles away, with a certain Sully. You giggled, knowing that you were like this once. Maybe, you still were like this, though your love for Neteyam was not so young and fresh and scary, all at once, like Tsireya and Lo’ak.

Neteyam was running down the beach with Tuk, he felt sorry that he had not spent as much time with her as he used to. They collected every shell that she deemed pretty enough, placing them into a makeshift bucket Neteyam had fashioned out of a palm husk.

“Look!” Shouted Tuk, Neteyam expected another pretty shell, but he looked up to where his little sister was pointing. “It’s (y/n) and Tsireya.” Neteyam smiled at her happiness, but also at how happy and content you looked.

Giggling with your newfound friend, talking animatedly, using your hands, as you so often did when you were passionate about something. You looked so carefree in the late afternoon light, the pale pink hue stretching out across the sand. Neteyam realised, you finally looked your age. So young and full of life.

The inappropriate edges of his mind could not help but think about mating you on the sand, then and there. All the mewling sounds that he knew he could coax from you, if only he was given the chance.

He quickly shook his head, as if to throw the image out of his brain and onto the sand. He refocused on Tuk again.

“Hey, don’t bother them yeah?” Neteyam said softly, holding a shell out for Tuk to take. “They look like they’re having fun.” Tuk twisted her nose up, but eventually agreed, digging her little fingers back in the sand, sifting to find the prettiest shell, just for you.

“So,” Tsireya started again, still doing your hair. You watched Neteyam and Tuk, further down the beach. Your heart was warm, blooming in adoration for him all over again. “You love Neteyam that much, but you two are yet to mate” all the blood pooled into your cheeks, across your nose and the tips of your ears. Talking about your virginity with Tsireya was new, but not unwanted, you supposed. “How come?” She finished your hair, sitting across from you, cross-legged like children in lessons.

“We haven’t spoken about it really.” You started, playing with your new braids shyly. “Neteyam was very sought after back home, I am not entirely sure what he did and did not do with others.”

Tsireya covered her mouth while she giggled softly, you mirrored her actions, still shy to be broaching the topic at all.

“And you?” She asked. You quirked your eyebrows in confusion, not really sure what she was asking. “Have you ever done anything? With Neteyam or otherwise?”

You knew you must be almost purple in the face, the blood pooling behind your deep blue skin.

“We kiss of course, but that is all.” You kept your eyes on Neteyam further down the beach, worried the ocean breeze would carry your conversation. “so far.” you added, hastily, in case the wind did betray you.

Tsireya looked behind her, at Neteyam and Tuk, and then back at you and your eyes, full of longing for the elder Sully boy.

“Neteyam! Tuk!” Tsireya called out, you hissed.

“Ah! What are you doing?” You still felt nervous after admitting these things aloud to Tsireya.

“Come join us!” Tsireya ignored you, but beckoned the two Sully’s over. Tuk came bounding, a bright smile on her little face, braids bouncing as she ran.

“We collected shells for you! And for mommy too.” She said proudly. Showing off her palm husk full of shells, some stunning, truthfully. Others were broken or chipped. But to Tuk, they were beautiful all the same.

Neteyam sat next to you quietly, thighs brushing. You felt like you were going to pass out, still embarrassed from the conversation with Tsireya, which Neteyam knew nothing about. But his presence, though usually a blessing, was too much.

“Oh wow!” Tsireya exclaimed, causing Tuk to smile wider. “Shall we take them to show your mommy? I feel like she would want to see them!” Tsireya asked Tuk in a sing-song voice. They stood up so quickly, Tsireya holding hands with Tuk, Tuk leading the charge back to the village.

You were lost for words. Tsireya had set you up, alone, with Neteyam, just before eclipse. She confirmed this with a sly wink thrown over her shoulder. You couldn’t help but stare at their retreating figures.

It was stupid really. Neteyam was your promised mate, your love, your everything. And a few words exchanged in confidence with your best friend regarding your lack of sex life has caused you to be in shambles.

Neteyam could see the remnants of blush resting upon your high cheekbones. And, he’s not stupid, he saw Tsireya’s pointed wink. Putting a braid behind your tinted ear, he started:

“So, what did you two talk about? You seemed like you were having fun.” Neteyam smiled, elbowing you in the side.

Loving him was so easy, why couldn’t mating be easy too? Why couldn’t having sex with him be the easiest thing to do?

“Neteyam,” You released a breath you weren’t even aware that you were holding. “Have we not mated yet because of my lack of knowledge in pleasure?” It was a stupid question, you knew that. But you couldn’t get the seed of the thought out of your mind, now that it had been sown.

Neteyam felt all the blood in his body rush to his face, it was his turn to blush he supposed.

“How could you even think that?” He chuckled, holding your face in his hands. The heat of your face radiating outwards. “Do you think I have so much experience? Of course not.”

You felt foolish now, so you leaned into it for once.

“So you do want to mate with me then?” You asked, your voice only slightly louder than a whisper.

Neteyam laughed.

Not a sweet chuckle, or a nervous giggle, a full-blown laugh.

You instantly retreated into yourself, not expecting him to laugh at you, despite the foolishness.

“Oh Eywa, help me,” Neteyam started, seeing your embarrassed figure pulling your knees to your chest. “My love,” Neteyam grabbed your chin in his strong fingers, forcing you to look him in his amber eyes, now lust-blown and heavy-lidded. “I think about mating with you every day. It’s the first thing I think of in the morning, the last thing I think about at night, I dream of it, of you my darling.” His genuine confession set your heart racing, your blush fighting tooth and nail to be at the forefront of your face. “My (y/n) I couldn’t even witness you sitting on the beach with a friend without thinking about it.”

He always knew what to say. Loving him was easy. What a blessing.

That mantra ran circles around your mind as you listened to him.

“If I’m being honest, we have not yet mated because I am scared,” Neteyam spoke softly again as if his admission was going to float away in the breeze. “I am scared that one day you will wake up and want to leave me.” His voice broke slightly.

You audibly gasped, this boy.

“Neteyam, you know I would never leave you,” your fingers found their home in his hair, despite his grip on your chin. “I love you, I see you.”

Neteyam smiled. The eclipse rapidly approached behind him, and in the moonlight, his skin glowed, he radiated such pureness, you never wanted to let it go.

Never wanted to let him go.

“I see you too, my love. Always” He kissed all over your face, making sure to get every freckle, every smile line, every inch. “We can mate whenever you want my love, whenever you want.”

“Eywa has blessed me with you, Neteyam.” You giggled.

You couldn’t wait much longer, you needed to mate with him. Entwine your bodies and souls for life.

As he kissed your lips with his soft, plump pair, all you could think of was,

Loving Neteyam was easy, so easy, like breathing. It was natural, it was right, it was forever. It was a blessing, it was a fortress.

You will never know what you did to be so blessed with the gift of Neteyam.

Additionally, you also couldn’t wait to tell Tsireya.

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swiftispunk · 3 months

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Lucien shmucien THAT’S VACATION DADDY

PLEASE 😭

yeah ok maybe i am thinking about ysd joel lying over you on the beach with his chain dangling in front of your face

maybe i am thinking about his hair being all messy and salty and sun dried when you run your fingers through it

maybe i am thinking about him getting into the spirit of vacation with his cute patterned shirt that he bought at the resort shop

maybe i’m thinking about his contented little sigh when you lovingly lick up his tanned, bare chest OK SUE ME

#i’m knee deep in writing the winter season and all i want to do is get this man back on a beach #GOD #ask #anon #vacation!joel #i love when yall just call him vacation daddy LMAO

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callsign-venus · 5 months

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Just Our Luck | Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader

Description: Despite how hard the universe tries to ruin it, you and Bradley have the perfect night.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: fluff, nudity (in a PG-13 way), bradley being protective, unwanted touching (from a stranger), swearing

a/n: this is my first fic that I've published (both on this blog and also in, like, years), but I'm ready to get back into fic writing! hope you enjoy x

Lately, work has been hard for you and Bradley both. Though your version of “hard” is mounting pressure to meet ridiculously short deadlines, and his version is more like two near-death experiences, you both acknowledged you deserve a nice night out. Bradley made a reservation at an Italian restaurant on the other side of town, and you splurged on a dress you’d been eying for months. It clings to your frame deliciously, and you spend a moment longer than usual in front of the mirror, admiring yourself. It was even a good hair day, you couldn’t believe your luck.

“You ready?” Bradley walks into your bedroom, momentarily fiddling with a button on his blazer. But when he looks up and catches sight of you, it loses his attention. He’s on you in a few quick strides, one hand finding its rightful place between your ass and lower back, the other near the nape of your neck, his fingers skimming the skin where it meets your shoulder.

“Gorgeous girl,” he says as he breathes in your freshly applied perfume.

“You’re pretty gorgeous yourself.” It’s true – you love when he gets dressed up for date nights. You would happily take him in sweaty fatigues or – better yet – nothing at all, but it makes your heart swell knowing he planned a nice outfit with you in mind.

He fingers the low back of your dress. “Can’t wait to come back home to this.”

“I’ll be all yours,” you seal your promise with a kiss. “But only after you get me a nice glass of pinot noir and a heaping serving of fettuccine alfredo.”

“You’re the boss.” He squeezes your ass before letting you go.

You gather your purse and your phone, feeling the warmth of his eyes as they follow you across the room. Then, you two are out the door, his arm around you once more.

He opens the door to the Bronco, and you slide in.

As Bradley pulls out of the driveway, you feel the tension of last week begin to melt away. When his hand finds your bare thigh, you can’t even remember what was stressing you out to begin with. Driving with Bradley was a cure for everything. His smell (something salty and a little woodsy) and his dad music envelope you, his assured grip on your thigh one of your favorite ways to be touched. And if you get sick of the view outside the windshield, you can always look to your left to get a better one – one that comes with a mustache, aviators, and more-often-than-not, a cocky smile because he catches you looking from the corner of his vision.

“Fuck.” Bradley slams on the breaks as the car ahead of him comes to a near complete stop. His arm flies up to your chest to cushion you as you jolt forward. “You ok?”

“I’m ok.” You chuckle. You’ve had time to get used to his aggressive driving by now.

His hand falls back to your thigh.

“Fuck me,” he says.

Gleaming taillights welcome you into the bumper to bumper traffic that packs the highway.

“I’m sure it will clear up,” you say, but you don’t believe it yourself.

It didn’t clear up. In the end, you two make it to the restaurant. Unfortunately, you’re almost an hour late.

“Sorry,” the hostess says more to Bradley than to you, “our next available seating won’t be for another two hours.”

“There’s nothing you can do?” He asks because he knows you’ve been looking forward to this reservation since he made it a week ago.

“I’m sorry, but no,” she responds.

You grab his elbow with your hand and steer him out of the restaurant.

“Jesus, I am so sorry,” he says you walk out the door and trade the smell of roasted garlic for the secondhand smoke of someone’s cigarette.

“It’s ok,” you say despite your rumbling stomach. “Neither of us even thought to check traffic.”

“Yeah, but I should’ve. Now our night’s ruined.”

“Don’t say that, silly boy.” You peck a quick kiss on his jawline. “At least now we get to see the sunset.”

You’ve made it back to the Bronco, and from this vantage point, you can see the ocean across the street. It is awash with a reflection of the red and pink clouds above. You two stand for a moment, soaking in the view.

“Hey, what about seafood for dinner?” Bradley points across the street to a squat blue building with large windows and a neon sign reading Uncle Mo’s.

You scan the parking lot. Not very many cars. You could probably get seated right away. “Sure, sounds good to me.”

You and Bradley stare at each other from across the lopsided table, making a shared mental note: if a restaurant is not busy on a Friday night, do not eat there.

But by the time you had realized your shared mistake, you were already being sat down at a sticky vinyl booth. Despite the great views of the beach (which Bradley let you face), it was clear that Uncle Mo’s had little to offer in terms of comfort and cuisine. A slightly fishy smell permeated the restaurant, you had to ignore a suspicious puddle on the table, and the food in front of the few other patrons didn’t exactly look edible.

When you order a glass of red to make yourself feel better, you expect it to be less than stellar. You expect to be not-so-pleased with it. However, you don’t expect to end up with it splashed all over your lap — and your new dress.

“Fuck.” It seems to be Bradley’s favorite word of the night. He knows how much you were looking forward to this evening, he knows how much time and effort you put into looking flawless, how much you both deserved a nice evening after the last couple weeks. And now you were looking at him, your eyes shining with unwept tears, a wine stain bleeding across your chest and your lap.

Before you can react, the waiter is on you – dabbing your lap with paper napkins. He smushes around the wet mash of napkin, making the stain worse. You want to shove him away. Mistakes happen, but you don't need a late twenty-something’s hands all over your lap. But the whole thing is already an ordeal, and you don’t want to cause a scene.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, “the glass just slipped, I’ll —”

“Stop touching her.”

Thank god Bradley is always willing to make a scene for you.

Your eyes meet his with a silent thank you, even though the waiter is too overcome with the napkins and babbled apologies to hear the quietly rumbled threat.

An uncharacteristic frown darken’s Bradley’s features. He stands up, all muscle and golden skin and perfectly ruffled hair. “I said: stop touching her.”

The waiter takes one look at Bradley Bradshaw and scurries away, hands full of damp napkins.

“Sweet girl,” Bradley coos as he takes your hands in his. “We can’t catch a break tonight, huh?”

You shake your head.

“Wanna get out of here?” His eyes are so deep, searching yours for a way to make it up to you — even though nothing has been his fault.

“Yes,” you whisper.

He pulls you gently to your feet and immediately his arm is around you like a shield. Though the night has been disastrous, you’re so glad you’ve been able to spend it with him. Even now, reeling from a stranger’s unwanted touch and the ruin of your new dress, you feel perfectly safe in his arms.

Once you are settled in the car, Bradley turns to you, his finger rubbing a sweet circle against your wrist. “Want to get ice cream?”

Normally you would never turn him down for ice cream. But nothing tonight has gone to plan, and you don’t want to risk another mishap. Besides, you already know exactly what you want.

“I just want to go home and be with you.”

“Can do, pretty girl.” He pulls your wrist to his mouth and gives it a kiss before pulling out of the parking spot. Luckily, traffic isn’t so bad on the way home.

But the rain comes fast.

Angry clouds roll in from over the ocean, splashing torrents of rain across the streets of your neighborhood. The windshield wipers whine with effort, but they can’t clear the rain fast enough. Bradley slows down to about 10 miles per hour — the slowest you’d ever seen him drive.

“Just our luck,” you groan.

“The price of a beautiful sunset.” Bradley pulls into the driveway. “We can try to wait it out.”

You shake your head. “The stain on my dress is already setting.”

“Ok, give me a second.” Before you can even shout his full name, he wrestles himself out of his blazer, tosses it on your lap, and slips out of the car. He races to your side.

Already, he’s soaked.

You shriek as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you out of your seat. You raise his blazer to cover you both as he makes a mad dash to the front door, but even so you are both drenched by the time you cross the threshold.

He stands on your welcome mat, which absorbs all the water dripping off the both of you. The rain had cooled his skin, draining it of its usual warmth, but you don’t mind. You drop the sopping blazer and plant your palms on his cheeks.

“Bradley Bradshaw,” you say, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

You share a rain-chilled kiss that sends a shiver across your skin. As if he can feel the goosebumps on your arms, he slowly walks you to your bathroom. Inside, the rain is nice. It sends a lively hum through the house, and tap dances across your bathroom skylight.

He sets you down on the tile, then turns the taps of the bathtub. You watch amused as he holds his hand under the water until the temperature is just right, then he turns back to you.

“Sweet girl.” He brushes a strand of wet hair off your cheek.

You pull him in for another kiss.

When you finally pull apart, he lifts your dress up over your head. Then, he unclasps your bra, and hangs it up on a towel hook to dry. Then he kneels on the cool tile and pulls your panties down so you can step out of them.

“Not how I pictured getting naked at the end of tonight,” you laugh.

“There will be other nights.” Bradley smiles as he stands and takes you in – not lustfully, just appreciative of your body, of you. “Believe me, tomorrow will be a fresh day.”

“It better be.”

He kisses your forehead. “I promise.”

You take a deep breath, knowing that he’s right.

“Ah,” he straightens suddenly. “I almost forgot.”

He opens a cabinet under the sink and retrieves a bright pink bottle — it’s the bubble bath you had pestered him to get at the store the last time you went.

“It’s time we put this to good use.” He dumps nearly half the bottle under the still running spout. Almost immediately, the bath swells with pearly-white bubbles.

He scoops you up and lays you down gently in the tub. The water immediately brings warmth back to your bones.

“I’ll be right back.” Bradley scoops your dress off the floor, and pads off to tend to the stain. Though you appreciate him trying to save your dress, you wish he was sharing this bath with you instead.

You drag your hand through the fast-growing mountains of bubbles. After a minute, you turn off the tap, then sink lower in the tub.

How did the night go so wrong, but end up so lovely?

Your answer walks through the door, lit candle in hand. The subtle scent of lavender bleeds into the room.

“And there you go.” He sets the candle on the counter, looking mighty proud of himself. “Need anything else?”

“Join me?” You hold out your hand to him.

A giant smile cracks across his face. In a second, he rips off his clothes and is gingerly stepping behind you in the tub. Slowly, slowly, he sinks down, his lips finding the curve of your shoulder and peppering small kisses while his hands massage your lower back. You lean back against him, a small sigh escaping your lips.

“Can my dress be saved?” You ask.

He smiles against your soapy skin. “If the detergent and hydrogen peroxide have anything to say about it.”

“Thank god,” you say as the last of your tension dissolves in the bath water around you. “If I couldn’t wear that dress again, I would just die.”

“You would die? How do you think I would go on living knowing you could never wear that again?”

“I did look good in that dress, huh?”

“Good?” Bradley wraps one arm around your stomach. “Darling, you looked beautiful. So beautiful.”

The rain dances on the rooftop, the storm not having lessened in the slightest. You don’t mind because it sent you to this bath with Bradley, brought his thumbed circles to your lower back, his sweetened whispers to your ears. If this evening’s disappointments had all led you to a bath shared with Bradley Bradshaw at the end of the night, you thought it was more than a fair trade.

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luvxiem · 1 year

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luca and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day (until it wasn't)

##INFO

luca kaneshiro x gn!reader, fluff, attempt at humor 💔 mild angst (??) suggestive themes at the end, established relationship except nobody thinks it's real LMFAOOOO, college au, they go to school in the us for this just pretend they r all cool foreign students minus shu (he's still cool even if he is american)

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##SUMMARY

vox, mysta, shu, and ike haven't met luca's partner because they live in canada, duh! what? of course they're real?? he's not lying this time, he swears! they really are real!!!!

“i’m fucking tired, dude.”

a dark backpack drops roughly to the ground as its owner soon follows suit, the lanky compsci major sitting with a sigh as he shoves his phone into his brother’s face. shu hurriedly swallows his rice and almost chokes in the process while leaning away from the sudden bright screen in front of him. after pounding his chest with his fist a couple times to dislodge a few grains, he realizes that mysta’s phone was open to an instagram post of a couple.

ike leans over to look at the post as well with a raised eyebrow.

“it’s just fulgur and uki?” he questions, staring at his friend. mysta raises his head from where he laid spread-eagle on the grass to glare at him.

“just fulgur and uki,” mysta mocks, dropping his head back onto the ground and reaching up to cover his face with one arm. “everywhere i look is just couples! everywhere! i can’t escape them, man,” he bemoans. ike rolls his eyes and returns to his lunch, used to his friend’s antics. shu glances between the two of them in between bites of his own food, gently nudging a bento toward his distressed brother. mysta grunts in thanks before pushing himself up to sit cross-legged, eagerly lifting the lid of the bento and digging into his food.

"don't cry just because you can't any bitches," a smug voice calls. the trio looks up to see the arrival of vox, the drama major carrying his blazer hooked over his shoulder.

there's a prominent hickey on his neck. mysta's eye twitches.

"shut the fuck up," he grumbles as vox ruffles his hair endearingly before sitting down beside him.

"being single is ok too, ya know," vox sympathizes, knowing that his friend was feeling left out of the recent romantic festivities. "you don't need to be in a relationship to be happy."

shu nods at his words, ever the agreeable one of their friend group. ike pauses mid bite before resuming his meal, not giving any reaction to what vox said. he wasn't about to admit that he's been salty at seeing all the other couples as well. vox notices mysta is still feeling a bit bummed, however, since the shorter man hasn't spoken much since he arrived.

"hey," vox grins, nudging him with his fist. "what if i set you up with an acquaintance of mine?" he offers. mysta glances up at him with mild interest, but before he could respond, the final member of their group comes barreling down the sidewalk with a wide smile, clutching his beanie with one hand and waving enthusiastically with the other.

"hey guys!" luca beams, patting vox's shoulder before plopping down, closing their little circle on the grass. "what were you talking about?" the blonde takes out a sandwich from his bag and looks at the others expectantly. vox smirks as the other three inwardly sigh.

"since i'm the only one who had a valentines this year and being the generous friend that i am, i've decided to set up mysta with a friend of mine," he explains rather proudly. now, vox was expecting a few responses from luca—perhaps an understanding nod, a wail of jealousy, even an aversion to the topic in general—but instead of any of that, the blonde tilts his head in confusion and opens his mouth to speak.

"i had a valentines too, though?"

shu actually chokes on his food this time, ike hurriedly offering him his water bottle and pounding his back to dislodge the shit stuck in his throat. vox was staring at luca in disbelief, mouth opening and closing not unlike that of a fish. mysta, however, throws his head back and starts laughing loudly.

"yeah, right," he cackles, shaking his head before looking back up at his friend. "you're even worse than me when it comes to dating!" luca frowns at him this time.

"i'm being serious! that's why i was busy yesterday, we’ve been together for a few months now-“

"then why haven't you ever talked about them?" mysta accuses. luca shrugs helplessly.

"well, you—you never asked!" vox glances between the two of them before settling on the blonde.

"do you have any pictures of them?" he asks, wanting to give luca the benefit of the doubt even if he didn't actually believe him.

"ok so, y'know how i like, i broke my phone last week? while riding my uh, my bike?" the four nod. "well, i didn't back up my phone and i lost all my photos." mysta's eye twitches once again.

"do they even go to UCI?" shu wonders aloud now that he wasn't at risk of asphyxiation. ike nods in agreement, genuinely curious as well. it’s not that he didn't—no. that's a lie. he didn't believe his friend as much as he wanted to. listen, this was the guy who was locked in a closet with a girl he liked for over ten minutes and didn't even do anything! forgive him for having his doubts!

"no, they live in canada." luca fidgets in place as four pairs of eyes stare at him with clear skepticism. "i'm serious!"

the group looks at each other and comes to a collective agreement.

"luca," ike says hesitatingly. "you don't have to lie to us." vox pats his shoulder comfortingly and nods.

"yeah, big guy. it really is ok if you're single on valentine's day. the whole thing is a capitalistic scam anyways." luca flounders and vox has to appreciate him sticking to the bit, even if he did feel a tad disappointed at the fact his friend thought he had to lie to them.

"what about social media? what's their instagram?" mysta questions, already pulling up the app on his phone once again. luca rolls his eyes.

"they don't have instagram," he reveals. "social media isn't their thing." luca pauses for a moment. "actually, i think one of their friends has a picture of them on their page.” ike, shu, mysta, and vox lean forward in interest.

luca takes mysta's phone and taps on the search bar. he clicks on an account of a short haired blonde girl before sighing in disappointment.

"never mind. millie removed all her posts again." ike, shu, mysta, and vox slump back.

"anyways," luca starts, returning mysta’s phone and swallowing the last piece of his sandwich before standing up and dusting off his pants. "i gotta get going before i miss my—miss my class. see ya!" luca waves with a grin before jogging off. the remaining members stare at where he just stood.

"there's no way they're real," ike deadpans.

following the reveal of luca’s very real, not fake, canadian partner, the blonde starts using them as an excuse every time there’s a get together.

“i can’t, tonight’s movie night! he replies excitedly when vox invites him to go drinking after exams.

a week later: “not today, we’re playing overcooked!”

“i think they’ve had a bad day and i wanna call them.”

“sorry, i already made plans.”

the other four members of their group have been sneaking glances at each other every time luca evades their clutches, slowly becoming more and more upset with every (perceived) lie coming out of their friend’s mouth. if he really didn’t want to hang out with them, he should just be honest and say so instead of doing whatever—whatever this is.

today’s excuse was, “tomorrow’s our anniversary and i gotta get ready!”

mysta stares at the spot luca previously occupied before he ran off in the direction of the dorms. the brunette’s frowning, gnawing on his lower lip and bouncing his knee repeatedly. nearby students stare at him with mild annoyance and inch away.

“what the actual hell.” ike looks up from his worksheet and casts a nervous glance at the librarian. hopefully they were far enough away that they wouldn’t hear their inevitably loud conversation. he couldn't deal with another scolding this week.

“why does he keep ditching us,” mysta scowls, now leaned back rather precariously in his chair and chewing on the tip of his pencil. ike chooses not to respond despite agreeing with his friend, currently more preoccupied with his essay. vox and shu, however, have no such priorities at the moment and thus can entertain mysta’s concerns.

“does he not like us anymore?” vox frowns, suddenly a bit insecure. shu nudges his arm with a gentle smile.

“nah, luca isn’t the type of person to just ghost us like this. maybe he really is dating someone,” he says cheerfully. vox and mysta lock eyes before resolutely shaking their heads.

“no. there’s no way,” vox vehemently denies, mysta nodding in agreement. shu hums in response, twirling his pen in his hand with a contemplative expression.

“i dunno,” he muses. “i mean, luca’s like, a good looking guy. would it really be that surprising for him to have a partner?”

“yes!” mysta exclaims, slamming a hand down on the mahogany table. “he doesn’t even react whenever someone tries to flirt with him! he’s too dense to date!” more than a few people swivel their heads toward them at the noise and glare.

“luca may be hot but he doesn’t, y’know. have much rizz.” vox winces, feeling a bit bad about talking behind their friend’s back like this.

the four men silently mull over every possible reason they could think of as to why luca keeps disappearing on them. eventually, dinnertime arrives and they each say their goodbyes before heading out for the night. hopefully the mystery surrounding their friend will be resolved soon; it’s been too long since the five of them got to hang out all together.

there’s something wrong with luca.

in their shared 8AM class, shu notices the smile he gave in greeting didn’t quite reach his eyes. he kept shooting glances at his phone all morning, noticeably more than usual.

“hey,” shu whispers, leaning in close. “you okay?”

luca hums distractedly, his response a little delayed.

“yeah, it’s nothing,” he grins before turning forward to face the professor. shu stares at his side profile for a few seconds and wonders what his friend might be thinking about that might have caused his less-than-stellar mood. unfortunately, luca packed up and slipped out of the lecture hall almost immediately after they were dismissed, leaving shu in the dust and wondering how he could cheer up his friend.

ike can sense his gloom from a mile away. the english major runs into him on his way to the student store—quite literally. luca was looking down at his phone and didn’t see the other man until they bumped heads, both of their belongings spilling onto the ground around them.

“ouch… you good, luca?” ike asks, fixing his glasses that went askew.

“yeah, why wouldn’t i be?” he answers, rubbing the back of his neck. ike observes him for a moment before reaching to pick up his things. perhaps the blonde thought he was worried he got hurt in their little scuffle. don’t get him wrong—of course he cares—but in ike’s humble opinion, his friend’s mental state was a smidge more important than his physical at the moment.

luca grabs his phone and groans. looking over, ike can see a large crack going down the middle of the screen which was glitching at random intervals.

“ah, i’m so sorry, luca” he apologizes, feeling guilty. luca waves him off.

“it’s not your fault,” he reassures, although judging by the look on his face, he was clearly upset. “i gotta run—see ya, ike.” before the other could even respond, luca shoves his broken phone into the pocket of his hoodie and stands up, turning the corner without another word.

“bye, luca…” ike mumbles dejectedly.

mysta and vox are waiting at the back of the line in the cafeteria for lunch when luca shows up behind them with a forlorn expression on his face. vox doesn't notice, however, and grins at his arrival, wrapping an arm around luca’s shoulder and ruffling his hair.

“why didn’t you pick up the phone?” vox whines. “i called you like, five times.” luca shrugs off his arm and takes a step back from the duo. vox and mysta frown at his reaction, realizing their friend wasn’t in the best of moods at the moment.

“it died,” luca grumbles, letting out a loud huff. the three of them slowly move up the line, grabbing items off the counter and placing them on their respective trays. luca’s was noticeably empty.

“we’re out of pizza, sorry,” the cafeteria worker says, shrugging helplessly. “the only thing we have left is salad.” mysta looks down at his tray guiltily knowing he must have taken the last plate. he opens his mouth to offer it to luca but the other man just takes the plate of salad with furrowed brows and pursed lips.

they eat in tense silence—luca stabbing the greens rather aggressively with his fork while the other two share concerned looks.

'should we ask him what's wrong?' vox mouths, nodding his head in luca's direction. mysta frowns, worried that their questions might just make him more irritated. on the rare occasions that he's upset, luca usually chooses to distance himself from others until he calms down in case he ends up taking out his frustrations on them. at his core, luca is kind, and he doesn't want to hurt the people he cares about.

deciding to wait for his friend to come to them instead, mysta shakes his head. it won't do them any good now to talk to luca when he's this wound up.

after luca leaves, the two immediately call ike and shu to come up with a plan. when the duo hears of the others' run ins with their friend today, the four come to a collective agreement.

"so..." shu starts, staring at the door in front of them. "what're we gonna say?"

the group stands in front of luca and vox's shared dorm room holding a variety of items: cheddar cheese pringles, ike's blue ray dvd of 'shrek,' and ice cream cake. hopefully luca's calmed down enough now and they can attempt to improve his mood. the sun is just barely starting to set and dinner won't be for another hour—maybe they can order pizza to make up for lunch?

before any of them can come up with something, however, they hear a loud noise coming from inside that sounded suspiciously like something breaking. panicking, vox shoves the cake into mysta's arms and frantically searches his person for his dorm key. fumbling to open the door, vox trips over a pair of shoes in the doorway that don't belong to him nor luca (not that he notices in his alarm).

"luca!" vox calls out worriedly. "are you oka-"

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

ike's sudden screech startles everyone in the dorm. all six of them.

pressed against the wall was luca, staring at his friends with wide eyes and tussled hair. his lips were slightly swollen and there was a faint line of drool on his chin, the hoodie he was wearing thrown haphazardly onto the couch. holding him against said wall was a rather attractive stranger with equally ruined hair and flushed cheeks, both of their necks clearly littered with hickeys, although luca's noticeably more so. on the floor next to them lay the sorry remains of vox's lamp.

mysta's eye twitches.

"um. hello," you wave, trying to subtly fix your hair and clothes while luca leans against the wall, dazed and still shirtless.

"you must be luca's friends, it's great to meet finally you all!"

at your words, the group suddenly reanimates from where they stood frozen in the doorway.

"you're—you're real. you're actually real." ike stammers. "you're luca's partner?!"

you shift awkwardly, nodding. did your boyfriend not talk about you to them?

mysta stares at you, mouth agape as he struggles to process the scene before him.

you're the farthest thing from what he's imagined, which is rather impressive considering he wasn't able to come up with anything at all. how in the hell did luca manage to cuff somebody as hot as you?!

"what the fuck," he says eloquently. that just about sums up everyone's reaction, minus the apparently real couple.

"...my lamp," vox weakly adds, unable to say anything more complicated than monosyllables in his shock.

shu—god bless his soul—comes to his senses quicker than the others and hurriedly places the gifts on a nearby counter before pushing his friends out the dorm, sending a wink your way and slamming the door shut behind him leaving you and luca alone once again.

your eyes glance over the stuff with an amused expression on your face. turning to face your lover, you slam your hands against the wall next to his head and peck him on the lips.

"what's up with that?" you ask, nodding your head toward the presents. luca blinks at you, taking a moment to process your question in the aftermath of the chaos that just ensued.

"they probably—uh. i think they wanted to cheer me up," he guesses. you hum in response, running your fingers through soft blonde hair. luca let's his eyes fall shut and sighs contentedly.

"were you upset earlier, baby?" you ask, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck before biting down. luca whines above you as his arms tense from where they were wrapped around your waist.

"mmm, i thought you forgot about me," he admits, shivering at the feeling of your warm tongue laving against the freshly formed bruise. "you weren't replying to any of my messages."

you chuckle, pulling back to gaze lovingly at your cute boyfriend.

"of course i didn't forget about you, luca, or our anniversary. i'm sorry i didn't tell you i was flying over before, i wanted to surprise you," you coo, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind his ear.

"it's ok, i'm just happy you're here," luca mumbles, holding you tightly. with a laugh, you pull away but before he could even think about protesting, you grab his wrist and drag him toward his bed.

"you sure you don't want an apology?" you tease, enjoying the way luca's face burns red at the implication.

"n-no! i mean, yes! i want an apology! please!"

"of course, baby," you purr, pushing him onto the mattress and straddling his hips. "let me make it up to you."

outside, the four men stood frozen in the same position they were in when they got forced out of the room five minutes ago.

"holy shit," vox breathes, "luca gets bitches."

##WRITTEN ON 230220

#this is so fucking stupid also happy belated valentines day #luvxiem.writing #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca kaneshiro fluff #luxiem x reader #luxiem fluff #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en fluff #luca.txt #luca does in fact get bitches (me)

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wisteria-cherry · 5 months

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forty days and forty nights (day thirty-seven!) (part two!)

(you thought i forgot didn’t you)

“stay.”

"fine. now answer the goddamn question or starve." katsuki grunted, sifting through the bags. he glanced at the pot of water you had for the ramen and turned the heat up before taking out miso, chicken, and a variety of vegetables.

"I'm doing okay." you answer, studying his movements carefully. "what're you making?"

"chanko nabe." a classic comfort dish. he knew exactly what he was doing, the bastard.

"don't you have patrol today?" you ask, albeit somewhat reluctantly. part of you immediately regretted asking, because what if he had patrol right this minute and had to leave?

"no." katsuki said shortly.

"ah."

it was silent for a good few minutes. katsuki continued to work on prepping different ingredients— mushrooms, carrot, tofu— and you opted to sit and watch, since clearly he disapproved of your cooking.

"took off 'cuz i wanted to check on ya." katsuki mumbled finally.

“you took off for me?” you repeat, dumbfounded. katsuki clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“isn’t that what i just said?” katsuki snapped. “idiot.”

“thanks.” you smile. “can i help you cook?”

“no way in hell, instant ramen freak.” katsuki snorted. “sit your ass down, i’m cooking.” your face instantly snaps into an indignant state, highly offended at katsuki’s accusation.

“that’s not all i eat! it was just tonight!” you protest.

“you had so many goddamn ramen packets in your cabinet that you coulda fed my entire agency!” katsuki barked back. “i’m cookin’, that’s that.”

“fine.” you huff, sinking into one of the counter stools. “jerk.”

“dumbass.”

the chanko nabe was ready fairly quick, and, as an added bonus, made your newly-cleaned apartment smell heavenly. it was nice to be pampered.

“eat.” katsuki grunted, sliding a bowl to you across the countertop. he turned back around and began on the dishes.

“oh, katsuki, i’ll do the—“

“siddown.” katsuki interrupted, instantly glaring at you from over his shoulder. “no the fuck you’re not.

“ok.” you didn’t bother arguing because, again, he did make you food, and he did make your apartment smell good. you ate in silence as katsuki did dishes. it was amazing— salty and flavorful and delicious. it wasn’t until katsuki broke the silence that you bothered taking a breath from your food to breathe.

“you got a plan for after this?” he grumbled, almost reluctantly. you shrug.

“just… keep going with life, i guess.” you could tell your answer didn’t please katsuki, because he tensed, giving you quite a wonderful outline of his back muscles through his tight black t shirt (did he wear that everywhere?).

“the fuck you mean?” katsuki narrowed his eyes as he turned around, drying a knife off with a hand towel as he did so.

“well, what am i supposed to do?” you point out.

“go to therapy and that shit.”

“i don’t need therapy.”

“you haven’t addressed the damn thing once. bet my money you haven’t talked with pinky or shitty hair either.” katsuki set the knife down, focusing his attention on you, which, given the current subject, made you just a tiny bit uncomfortable.

“i didn’t need to,” you answer hesitantly. right? i’m fine.

“you gotta talk to someone.” katsuki rolled his eyes. “no one goes through that kinda shit and gets out unscathed.”

“oh.” you frown. “well, i’ll think about it, i guess.”

“tch. you better do more than just think about it.” katsuki scowled, before getting himself some chanko nabe and plopping down next to you. “you doin’ anything tomorrow?”

“working.” you reply. “just like usual. it feels weird not working today.”

“i meant after that, dumbass.” katsuki’s voice suddenly got a little quieter, a little less grumbly, but just a little more defensive. he stared at his chanko nabe.

“oh. i don’t think so.” you ponder. “why?” katsuki didn’t answer for a good few minutes.

“because—“ katsuki hesitated for just a nanosecond, trying to gather his words. “—because we’re going somewhere.”

“we are?” you blink, confused.

“if you fuckin’ want to, or whatever.” katsuki snapped.

“like…” you stop. do you dare presume? “like a date?”

“yeah.” katsuki glanced over at you, glaring. the tips of his ears were red, and his cheeks were dusted with pink. cute. “‘s a hike.”

“okay.” you said, smiling, probably responding quicker than necessary, but you didn’t care.

you had a date with katsuki.

“you gotta talk to someone. no one goes through that shit and gets out unscathed.”

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thestitchywitchy · 1 year

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Pick a Card Reading : Blessings Coming Your Way

Hello and welcome to my first PAC! My name is Stitchy and I have been practicing Tarot reading for a decade now. I’ve always wanted to do pacs but never got around to it until now. So I’m excited to see how this goes!

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One 🕯

2 of Cups rx | 6 of Swords rx | 5 of Wands

Welcome to your reading, group 1! Wow, ok. So you are the group of people who finally said “enough is enough. I’m doing things my way” and I am so proud of you for doing so! You’ve poured so much into this cup, realized you were the only one pouring into it, and decided to knock it over to let it spill and run dry. They don’t get to keep drinking from your cup if they’re not going to help fill it. Good on you for standing firm in your boundaries! You may have had a recent break up, quit your job, told someone off…just basically walking away from a situation that wasn’t doing anything for you. You got tired of the conflict and avoided it rather than continue to feed into it. You chose yourself and your peace first. Go you! Some of you may be currently getting some backlash for this decision though. People may be saying you’re being selfish or you may even start to feel guilty about this decision. Spirit says don’t feel guilty and don’t listen to the haters. You’re not being selfish for putting yourself first, after all, this is your life. It’s better spent on doing things that you enjoy doing. Keep going down this path as you still have some unfinished business to deal with regarding this person or situation, but know that you will be divinely protected when doing so. All right group one, the blessings that are coming your way will be deeply personal and maybe even spiritual for a lot of you! You’re going to receive a lot of personal growth and insight by continuing to avoid the conflict between you and this person or situation. I’m not saying to run away from all of your problems, but knowing when to walk away is a blessing in itself. A lot, if not most, of you will also be getting a chance to be vocal about your wants and needs. Actually, what I’m getting is that you’ll be receiving quite a few situations where you can be vocal about your wants and needs so you can practice enough to be confident in staying firm in your boundaries. The key is to face the conversation/conflict when it happens, be firm in standing in your boundaries every time a situation arises, and knowing when to walk away when the other isn’t respecting or listening to those boundaries. I see a lot of much needed tension release coming your way, group one! You’ve always carried so much on your shoulders. I see you lightening the load by walking away from these situations that no longer serve you. I heard, “it’s about time” lol. Once you get more confident in expressing yourself, the freedom you get from allowing yourself to be unwaveringly yourself is a blessing you can carry with you for a life time.

Other intuitive message for group one - smell after blowing out a candle. Scorpio, Pisces, Capricorn placements. Neon green sign. Fly buzzing. 111. 444 or 4:44. Blue tie dye shirt. Yellow flowers blowing in a field. Ocean, but grey and stormy looking. Salty after taste. Red ears from blushing. Red coffee cup. “Lightning in a Bottle” by The Summer Set. “Truth Hurts” by Lizzo.

Two🍁

Wheel of Fortune rx | Strength rx | 7 of Pentacles rx

Hello and welcome, group 2! Your group is a little different from the other two piles in the sense that the blessings that are coming your way have a limited time for you to claim before they go away… So you have to strike while the iron is hot! The blessings that are coming your way will be an opportunity for you to break your current cycles. But in order for you to do so, you have to dig deep and display your inner strength. This may be in the form of standing up for yourself or others, paving your own path, displaying your raw emotions; basically doing anything that you wouldn’t normally do because you were afraid to do so or you were afraid of how others would perceive you. This will allow you to open yourself up to more opportunities that you may have not even realized were in the cards for you (ha, there’s a pun there). For some of you, this opportunity will also be an eye opener for others in how they may view you. Where once they thought you might have been a push over or too nice, they will see that there is actually a bit of fight in you. Hmm, I also see that a lot of people mistake you for being prim and proper, but they’re about to get a different side of you. I see a lot of people second guessing themselves about you. You’re also incredibly hard on yourself that people can see. Some may even want to take advantage of that. Wait… hold please. This is great 😆 I don’t mean to laugh! But how Spirit presented it to me…anyways… quite a bit of you will awaken your inner beast and they’re ready to come out of their cage! You’ve been tired of how people treat you, so you’ll get the opportunity to let someone know that. I also feel for a lot of you that, even though there is a small window of opportunity here, this will jumpstart the desire or need to break out of your norm and start doing things a bit more differently for yourself. I see you heading towards the path of getting what you want, even if that mean getting it by all means necessary. Making the wheels turn in your favor from now on. I honestly love that visceral intensity for you!…I just warn to not get too carried away with it lol but I am proud of you for wanting and doing more for yourself, group 2.

Other intuitive messages for group 2 - “Want Want” by Maggie Rogers. “I love me” by Demi Lovato. Greenish yellow eyes. A prominent nose. Life path number 6 or just the number 66. Also, 606. Pisces, Cancers, Libra, Taurus, 11th house placements. “Marie Laveau” by Merci Raines (a lot of songs for this group). Looking in a mirror. Gold chain but there’s a link broken. Silk.

Three 📚

8 of Swords rx | Page of Swords | 9 of Swords rx

Hello, group 3! Welcome to your reading… this is my creative group, I see! The blessings that are coming your way will be ways to expand your creativity and creative endeavors. I see here that you are or have been working on releasing your negative thoughts and worries surrounding your creative process and vision, and the Universe wants to reward you for your hard work because getting out of a negative mindset isn’t the easiest of tasks. Some of you may still be worrying if people will accept your art, and with that, yourself alone. Spirit urges you to release that self doubt because making art is your purpose. Allow yourself to be open to new perspectives, let your curiosity guide you, and proudly display your thirst for knowledge and you will see something beautiful flourish right before your eyes! Spirit is saying to even get a bit weird with it. Make something purely out of silliness and joy. Something that your inner child would get an absolute kick out of. You will be heavily rewarded with new ideas and inspiration. I’m also getting that for a lot of you, this will help you develop of way of communicating through your art. It won’t just be a hobby, but something you put your soul into. Whether it be writing, painting, music, drawing, what have you…you’ll make people feel something or feel closer to you just by reading, seeing, or hearing your work. That’s beautiful, group 3. I currently feel very moved myself, my eyes got a bit watery there. So I think that’s what you’re going to make a lot of people feel with your work. I feel that some of you may even be Spiritual workers or spiritually inclined and you’re going to be making connections with people in that way as well. I see some readers and mystics second guessing themselves and their abilities. Take a rest to recharge your batteries, meditate, journal, what have you…. Go into yourself for a bit rather than sharing your energy at this time. It’s not that you’re doing anything wrong, you just need a change in flow then hopefully you’ll shift away from this negative mindset. Be open to receiving new ideas and maybe even creating firmer boundaries for yourself. This will allow you to maintain relationships while also prioritizing your creative endeavors. I just see this group working passionately and happily content with themselves. It has taken a lot for you to get to this point and I am so proud of you!!

Other intuitive messages for group 3 - “Finesse” by Bruno Mars and Cardi B. “Dancing in the Dark” by Rihanna. “Everybody wants it” by Zee Machine. Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, 7th, 9th, 12th house placements. Live grand. Bee sting. 50/50. A green stop sign that says START instead. So a starting point. The phrase “again and again” keeps repeating. Amethyst and specifically a foggy rose quarts. A diamond ring.

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sashi-ya · 1 year

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𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ♡ ᴅᴀʏ 26 ➡ 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐄. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒. nsfw .minors dni 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐱 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Anonymous asked: Hi Sashi! Excited for your first Kinktober event! If this isn't taken yet, I would like to request Day 27: shibari with Luffy. (Afab!Reader if possible) Whether it's the reader or Luffy tied up is up to you! Thank you and have fun writing! 💕 𝐓𝐰: nsfw. bondage. Luffy ties your wrists and breasts. vag. creampie. dom luffy. afab! reader, no pronouns used, so gn! reader. 𝐰𝐜:~1k ➡ hentober masterlist

What happens if you fall into the water, but your boyfriend can’t swim? “LUFFY, HELP!” you scream as the turbulent waters of the Grandline pull from you to the deepest abyss. “STAY THERE, (NAME)! I’M GO-“ “NO, LUFFY DON’T JUMP! PFHG… THE ROPES, THROW THEM TO ME!”

In an instant he obeys, thankfully he didn’t proceed with his stupid idea of jumping into the sea to save you. The storm is getting even worse, and, unlucky for the both of you, you have been left stranded in the middle of nowhere. You aren’t on the Thousand Sunny Go, but on the cheapest of the little boats.

Luffy pulls you up, as you tightly grip to the ropes. They almost cut your skin, but they have saved you. Panting, spitting salty water you rest on your knees over the boat. Your captain and lover hugs you tight.

“Are you ok, (Name)?... I got scared” he mumbles, nuzzling his cute nose on your damped hair. “I am… Lu.. thank you” you whisper back, resting on his gum gum embrace as the boat slowly drifts towards a coast.

You don’t have much to grab, besides the ropes, Luffy’s Strawhat and yourselves, and as soon as possible you two run to some kind of cave made of rocks on a totally unknown island. The moonshine barely filters through the dense storm clouds, you both are completely drenched but luckily isn’t cold enough to make you feel uncomfortable inside the cave.

“(Name)… I’m hungry and bored” Luffy says, pouting while looking at the downpour over the sea. “I know, honey…” you mumble, while inspecting your wrist. The marks of the rope still remains over it, and Luffy notices it. He snatches your arm to take a closer look and soon enough he plants a sweet kiss over it.

“This… sorry…” he mumbles, feeling guilty for not being able to help you because of his “anchor” state. “It’s ok, I will tell the rest you tied me up and that’s what left the mark” you joke, knowing he won’t be getting it.

He frowns, annoyed. He tries to protest with a childlike tantrum, but his upcoming reaction gets completely stopped by certain thoughts… His confused countenance now has turned to a smirk and sloppy eyelids looking at you with lewd intentions.

“Let’s give you some reasons to say I tied you up…” he says, coming closer with his lips to yours.

At first, you thought he was playing, but turns out that he isn’t. The ropes are on his right hand and your wrists pinned above your head by his left one. “Shishishi…” he laughs, as he expertly makes tight knots.

You are amazed by his great skills and sudden outburst of lust… but you ain’t complaining either. “How did you – when did you learned to make these knots, Lu??” you ask, trying to untie them with no results.

“I’m a pirate, (Name)… we live in the sea, don’t we? These are basic skills”

Sure those are, and sure Luffy who has been mistaken by a kid due to his playful way of being so many times has shown you how much of a man he can be… specially whenever you two are completely alone.

You want to say something else, you can’t. His lips attack yours, tongues dancing, that subtle vibrant Haki of his flowing throw your tissues, throw your bones. Showing you who’s stronger, who can top you, who can make you succumb to himself with just his will.

Your moans mix with his cute giggles while kissing you deeply, and just whenever is satisfied with your lips he continues to use the rest of the ropes to this times round your breasts. They protrude and become swollen as he pulls and pulls. Luffy gloats, the same way he does when he seas meat… and oh, for sure he will devour you just like that.

Your moans echo against the rocks that give you refuge. The future king of the pirates sucks and bites, and pulls and makes you squirm underneath his body. You want to touch him, but there is no way to untie your hands, they carve marks -just as you said- whenever you move.

“Why are you so delicious, (Name)?” Luffy asks, in raptures. His usual high pitched voice is now soft and way more raspier, he is calmed but at the same time hungry for more and you can only imagine what that means.

His hands skilfully peel what’s left of your wet clothes, Luffy takes his time to enjoy the look of your vulnerable body squirming as his hardness grazes your entrance.

“I might tie you more often” he mumbles, coming closer to your face. “I- please” you murmur, absolutely amazed at this hidden talent of his.

Luffy smirks, your hips buck up, you need him inside of you already, you wanna feel the heat of his sex against your walls. “You know what they say? When you are hungry, eat… and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do… shishishi”

Your eyes widen, he does not wait, he has no delicacy. Luffy just impales you with such force, you whine louder than ever. It hurts around your wrists, but he doesn’t care, and instead he uses the ropes around your hands to have a better grip while ramming into you.

He grunts and pants, and you too. Luffy always knows how to hit the right spots, and his fruit is always comes in handy… changing the size as much as he wants is a technique he enjoys practicing… and you, you can simply howl in pure pleasure…

“Lu—luffy… untie me… I wanna touch you” you plead, when your climax is about to hit you. “Not until you cum…” he mumbles, his sloppy eyelids, black hair locks dripping rain water over you, his lips barely separated; climax is about to hit him too.

You could never top him, and you never will, and as he goes harder, in and out of you it becomes difficult to breathe. Whether he is doing it on purpose or not, his natural haki makes you lightheaded and just as always your climax arrives. Your eyes turn white, his lips traps yours, and his grunts flow into you as he kisses you so passionately.

Biting and pulling from your lip he finally finishes, his cum filling your whole womb, your conscious almost on the verge of fading…

“Ugh… good job, (Name). Let me untie this cords, ok?” he sweetly says, while he frees you from them.

You immediately round your arms around his neck, and with the cuteness he never loses he snuggles with you, still connected to your insides.

“We should sleep a little, (Name)” “Yes... please, Luffy ~”

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rachalixie · 2 years

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post-concert lix PLEASE (i am so terribly down bad for this man🧍🏾‍♀️)

lix is finally done! he took me the longest. i’m so soft for him.

seeing felix cry makes me cry.

since the first day you met felix, you’ve claimed that you share an freaky emotional connection with him. when he laughs, you laugh, and when he cries, you cry. you don’t even need to be in the same room. that’s why you already know that something is wrong before he walks through the door of your shared hotel room. your suspicions are proven correct when you see that he has tear tracks running down his face and his eyes are puffy and dimmed with red.

“lix!” you cry out, jumping out of the warm cocoon of blankets you had been under to run to him. you envelop him in a hug, hands tight around his back just the way you know he likes it. he nuzzles his face into your neck, no doubt smelling his own shampoo that you had borrowed when you took a shower while waiting for him to come back. he’s still sniffling, his chest rising quickly with every inhale, and there’s a tightness in your chest as if his tears had been your own.

“baby, you okay?” you ask gently, not expecting an answer right away. he usually wants a few moments to calm down before speaking, and even though you know he could talk now you would never force him. sure enough, he takes several deep breathes before pulling back to wipe his tears, linking his hands with yours after.

“‘m ok, it’s just.” he pauses to sniffle a little bit and scrunch his nose, making an endearing sad picture that you want to capture forever and frame on your wall. “happy tears. stay are so sweet.”

his voice is deeper and more gravelly than usual from singing all night and then crying, and it vibrates from his mouth through your linked hands all the way through your entire body. it takes all of your self control not to coo at him being so cute. you frame his face with both of your hands instead, using your thumbs to wipe away the salty tear tracks on his cheeks. he rewards you with a blinding smile that lights up the entire room, toothy and bright eyed. seeing him smile brings you a relief you didn’t know you needed since he came through the door and you feel like you can breathe easier. you walk him gently backwards until he reaches the bed, and he falls into the covers with a giggle. you can’t help the fond smile that takes over your face as you lean over to push his hair out of his eyes before situating the blankets around him until just his face is peeking out. he should probably take a shower, but it can wait until the morning.

“lixie, you’re a burrito,” you tease, and he rewards you with another laugh. you swear, a fairy is born every time this boy laughs, that’s how special he is. you would turn making him laugh into a full time job, if you could. who needs paychecks when you have felix’ laughs?

“i’m gonna get you some water, okay?” you say, knowing that he probably cried and sweat out all the water in his body today.

“no, i wan’ you to stay,” he says, slurring a bit, tired now and voice even deeper than usual. “missed you.” he lifts a weak hand up to your face before you can move, and you hold it there against your cheek with both of yours. his hand is warm and solid and it grounds you a little.

“i missed you too,” your eyes well up with happy tears now but you will them away. you can’t both be crying. “i’ll be right back, lix. go to sleep, i’ll be here when you wake up.”

he pouts but nods and you take that as permission to flit around the room in a daze, too caught up in the notion of felix needs me to properly focus on anything you’re doing. you place a bottle of water and your spare packet of ibuprofen on the table next to the bed, knowing that he wakes up with headaches after crying.

when you get back to the bed, he’s already asleep. soft snores escape his mouth in puffs, and you’re surprised there isn’t already a line of drool making its way into his pillow. he looks so peaceful, his sharp features smoothed out with sleep and his cupid’s bow lips still formed into a little pout. you brush his bangs off his forehead again with gentle fingers, careful not to wake him. when he feels your touch, his lips stretch into a smile and he mouths your name, turning towards you a little , and you feel like your heart is going to burst right out of your chest from how much it swells. it’s times like these where you still can’t believe he is yours to keep and to touch and to love, but you can’t dwell on it or you’ll drive yourself crazy. you snuggle up into him, knowing he likes to wake up to you on top of him, and you fall asleep to the song of his heartbeat in your ear.

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soft hours

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violettduchess · 7 months

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hii violett!!! yay october is hereee 🎃

and i’m here to put in a request for leon + superhero + fluff for your ikepri halloween costume challenge (please)

thank you 🦁💕

A/N: Alright my sweet Leon lover. I promised you I was handling your request first and here it is 💜@leonscape I hope you like it and I hope you remember how very much I like you!

Any Pride and Prejudice fans, this one is also for you!

Leon x Reader, fluff

WC: 1.1 k

Tonight is one of the last warm nights before autumn rises to claim control over the land. You’re snuggled up in bed, sipping a cup of chamomile and lemongrass tea, reading “Pride and Prejudice” for the hundredth time when a news notification pops up at the top of your tablet.

“Disaster averted, sinking boat mysteriously ends up on beach rather than the bottom of the ocean!”

A smile slowly lifts the corners of your mouth, not because of the lives saved, although of course that is certainly good news, but because you know the reason behind the mystery.

As if on cue, you hear the bedroom door of the penthouse open. Setting your tablet aside, you push yourself up in bed, glancing at the clock. Almost midnight. Later than you thought. Leon approaches the bed and you’re hit with the salty scent of sea water as he leans down, dropping a kiss to your forehead but otherwise keeping his distance.

“I need a quick shower,” he murmurs, a sheepish smile on his handsome face. His hair is still damp but his clothing, the black tank top and leggings he wears under his red and gold super suit are dry thanks to the suit's waterproofing.

“Did this suit survive or am I going to have to face Sariel’s wrath and ask for another one?”

Leon grins as he crosses his arms to grab the hem of his tank top before lifting it over his head, giving you a completely unimpeded view of a most impressive set of muscles.

“No worries, my love. I managed not to damage this one.”

He disappears into the bathroom and a moment later you hear the sound of running water. Leaning back, you reach for your tablet and tap open Comms.

The screen is blank for several seconds and then Sariel’s serious face appears. It may be late, but you know for a fact he is still up. The little green dot next to his name is rarely gone.

“He made it back. And the suit survived too.”

The Rhodolite Protection League’s manager nods and you note the way his shoulders drop a little as tension quietly unwraps itself from his body. Whenever any of the brothers go out, Sariel is always on edge until they return.

“He did a good job with the ship.” You notice the way his violet eyes dart away from the video, clearly looking at another screen, even as he speaks.

“Anyone else out tonight?”

He nods. “Licht is dealing with a case of animal abuse down at the racetrack. Jin and Nokto are intercepting a kidnapped heiress.”

"Of course they are."

But you also know that this means Sariel won’t be sleeping tonight. Not until all of his boys are safely home. A wave of sympathy washes through you.

“I won’t keep you then. See you at the meeting Sunday.”

He nods again, distractedly, and the video cuts out as you tap the chat window away.

A moment later, the bathroom door swings open and Leon walks in back into the bedroom, a towel slung around his hips, another in his hands as he dries the chaos of brown hair on his head.

“You reach him?”

Again the tablet is abandoned on the nightstand as you get up, walking over to him. There’s enough light pouring into the bedroom from the open bathroom door that you can now take a good look at him. He knows this routine, knows how important it is for you to make sure he is ok with your own eyes, and he remains very still, a patient smile on his face as you slowly walk around him like a patron inspecting a new car. Your gaze runs over his body, looking for injuries he may be too stubborn to tell you about, making sure that he isn’t hiding any pain. Because he does that, this man that you love. He will do whatever it takes to keep worry off the shoulders of those he cares about, even if it means he is forced to carry it alone.

“And, love? Do I pass inspection?”

You stop when you are facing him, looking up into those eyes of liquid sunshine. Your heart aches with love, every beat of it filling you with warm rays of tender affection as you reach up, trailing your palms over the smooth skin of his bare shoulders, down the muscled length of his arms.

“With flying colors, darling.”

His smile is the center of your universe, the glowing moon in your night sky.

He leans down, placing a gentle kiss to your lips, lingering there as he fully allows the moment to settle over him. The feel of your mouth against his, the scent of rosewater from your hair, the quiet of your shared bedroom.

It's moments like that keep him going, that provide the foundation of strength he needs for everything he does. You are as much the hero as he is. Your super power is loving him with endless devotion, unwavering passion and compassion as infinite as the heavens themselves.

Dropping both towels to the floor (and leaving them there til morning, a test of your boundless patience), he takes your hand and pulls you towards the bed. Once there, you settle back against the multitude of plush pillows and Leon slides under the covers and then over towards you, laying his head down against your chest. His arm wraps around you as he breathes out, holding you close.

Listening to your heartbeat calms him, especially after a mission. You run your fingers through his hair, now damp from the shower and smelling of his black walnut and cedar shampoo.

“Read to me?” His voice is a soft lull, already settling into the stillness of the hour, the protective cocoon of your togetherness. It flows through him like the gentle lapping of ocean waves on a star-filled summer night.

Your body curls down towards him so you can place a fond kiss right at his temple, his hair tickling your skin. Then you reach for your tablet with your free hand, flicking back to Jane Austen.

"Mr Darcy sat down for a few moments, and then getting up, walked about the room. Elizabeth was surprised, but said not a word. After a silence of several minutes, he came towards her in an agitated manner, and thus began- ‘In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed.’”

You pause, glancing down. Leon is sound asleep, his long body heavy and slack as dreaming takes over. His hand hangs over the curve of your hip, his cheek warm against your heart. A knot of pure emotion forms in your throat as you whisper the rest of the famous passage to him, soft as the lambent moon.

“You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.'

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murder-cookie-dust393 · 8 months

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This might be an odd brainrot but hear me out. How much of a world of pain would they be in if say... five cookies were to try to rescue S/O from the clutches of a Yandere Pure Vanilla Cookie?

Ok so I’m a bit confused on the wording…so I might not have completely understood. (No blame- I’m just a little dum dum)

I’m not sure who “they” was meant to be, but I’m gonna assume it’s the 5 cookies???

Ok so the 5 cookies…I don’t think it was specified so I’m just gonna spin the wheel-

We got:

KniGHT CooKie

BLACK RAISIN(????)

MOONLIGHT (SCREAMING)

Captain Caviar ✨

ALMOND TOO?? (BRO THIS WHEEL IS WILD)

Mkay so we got 2 Dilfs, a pretty princess who will beat you up, a cookie without a limb and loves birds, and…a knight.

(We should make this a game- just spin the wheel and see which cookies fight against Yan whoever lmao)

Tw: kidnapping, mention of ‘blood’, Pure Vanilla is literally insane, MC gets restrained

Ok so I know Moonlight is def stronger than Pure Vanilla so let’s ist say they’re equal for the sake of convenience.

The team of the 5 cookies were absolutely worried when their good friend literally just got kidnapped by so called “Cookie of pure hope”. What had made the healer so fucking salty that he had to kidnap them??

Thanks to Almond’s ultimate detective skills, the group had managed to find the king. He was cradling MC so tightly, like a deranged madman as his maniacal eyes stared at them.

Poor MC was quivering with fear, their arms bound to their sides. Everything about their expression screamed help.

“…Why are you here? There is no need to attack, they are simply delighted to be in arms.”

Not writing on my laptop so it’s orange ;-;

“PURE VANILLA! I demand you release them immediately! You know what happens if you don’t!”

For once, Moonlight was far from calm, a look of anger crossing her face. She glared at the blonde cookie as if he were vermin.

“Haha! Never.”

He sarcastically laughed, before frowning again, holding MC tighter to his body.

“…My king, what has happened to you?”

Black Raisin was horrified to see healer so troubled. He didn’t look like himself, his heart seemed to be…cold, for once.

“Love changed me. I realized I needed to be harsher against this cruel world who labels my love as ‘insane obsession’.”

…

“That’s because it is! A sane cookie wouldn’t kidnap someone for the sake of love! Your heart is tainted, Pure Vanilla!”

Knight Cookie charged for Pure Vanilla, but his sword was deflected by a sudden object. The knight flew back slightly by the impact, falling down.

Almond helped him stand, and the group saw a big ass Vanilla flower monster, its body towering over behind Pure Vanilla and MC.

(I’m literally bullshitting this story help-)

“Haha…This little guy here is a prototype. Since my magic isn’t for combat, I decided to make myself a guard to help me out here. He’s a good boy isn’t he?”

Pure Vanilla smiled, not in his usual innocent fashion; it was crooked, a cruel smile.

“This bastard…Looks like this won’t be an easy rescue.” Almond mumbled, as the group readied their weapons.

“I would never let you steal my precious dear from me. They NEED me. I’m their comfort. You villains!”

Pure Vanilla exclaimed in a crazed voice, seemingly offended of being underestimated.

“YOUR STRAWBERRY JAM WILL TAINT THESE FLOORS, AS IT DESERVES TO BE!”

Pure Vanilla stood, the eye of his staff wide open.

Caviar held up his ginormous cannon, sighing, “You��re almost as bad as that Black Pearl mermaid-“

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And the ending will be up to your imagination!

If I miss interpreted the brainrot plz tell me, bcs I am willing to rewrite to its proper form.

#cookie run #crk #cookie run kingdom #yandere cookie run #cookie run x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #crk x reader #yandere crk #blurbs #yandere imagines

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milkyybuns · 1 year

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After school

(arataki itto x gn!reader) contains: fluff, jock itto, artsy nerdy reader, gn reader, pet names like baby, cutesy couple things, PDA, college au

a.n: first of many little ficlets to help live out my college au! Itto x reader daydreams.

word count: 0.4k

You watched eagerly as your boyfriend sprinted across the field, the match was almost over but he was still full of energy. His helmet covered most of his features but even at a distance, you could still see his bright eyes and sunny grin, a sight that never failed to make you smile. Your pencil moved frantically across the paper of your sketchbook, trying to capture his likeness as best as you could.

Just as the whistle blew and the game came to an end, you looked down at your drawing. As always, you weren’t completely happy with it but you did seem to improve on the pose this time. You shut it with a snap as the sound of your boyfriend’s voice made you perk up.

“Baby you made it!” He gave you the widest grin as he ran towards you. He pulled you into a crushing hug. “Didya see me out there? Ah hah who am I kidding? ‘Course ya did, how can ya miss the great and mighty Arataki Itto? That goal I scored at the second half was like, totally awesome right? Right?!!”

You rolled your eyes at him with an amused smile.

“Yes yes my big strong boyfriend was super amazing and cool today, as always.” You rolled your eyes affectionately before pecking him on the cheek. He yelped in surprise, looking around to see if anyone else saw that. You smiled at him and soon, he was pulling you in for a more long-lasting kiss. He tasted salty from the sweat, but you didn’t mind, tangling your hand into his sweaty locks as his hand slipped around your waist.

Your moment together was soon interrupted by the raucous whooping and whistling of his teammates. Itto pulled away reluctantly, embarrassed but still holding you close to him. You felt the heat rise to your own cheeks as you realised you’d just had an impromptu and slightly public makeout session.

“Ah geez, hah m’sorry baby, don’t worry about those guys yeah? Let’s get outta here, maybe we can go to mine. What do ya say?” Itto huffs, grabbing you by the hand.

“Shouldn’t you go join your teammates for celebrations?” You looked back at his teammates, who are no longer looking in your direction.

“Nah they’ll have plenty of fun without me.” Itto chuckled. “Plus I rarely get to hang out with you and, ah how do I say this…I really missed you…yaknow?”

“Itto, we went to the library, like yesterday.” You giggled, squeezing his hand.

“Yeah yeah I knoww! But like…wanna be alone with ya…so we can like kiss for as long as we want.” Itto looks away, biting his lip nervously at his own admission. “I-is that so bad?

“You’re sooo needy.” You joked, which earns you a pout from your big oni boyfriend.

“A-am not!”

“Are too!”

“Hmph! Fine I’m needy ok? I just love my baby a lot. Even though you’re like totally mean to me sometimes.” He’s pouting again.

“Mm you know I love you too Itto, now let’s get back to yours.”

Y’all end up going to his house and play Mario Kart and eat ice cream :)

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janoschthecat · 10 months

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Demon Slayer headcanons | their s/o has a nightmare

Characters: Zenitsu, Tengen, Gyokko

Info:

I’m talking about a real bad nightmare, that would make you cry or shiver. This also is gender neutral, because everything I write is gender neutral. The characters I chose are so random… 😆

Zenitsu:

he has no idea what he’s supposed to do

if you would cry because of your nightmare, he would cry too

you two are a crying mess

after a while Zenitsu would take your hand and squeeze it carefully and reassuring

still doesn’t know what to do…

“S/o, please wake up”, Zenitsu said as he carefully put his hand on your shoulder. He noticed that you shivered in your sleep, so he tried to wake you up with a soft squeeze of your shoulder. Suddenly you snapped out of your sleep and almost bumped your head into Zenitsu’s head. It took you a moment to make out where you are and who is in front of you, while Zenitsu just stared at you with wide eyes. When you finally knew what was going on, he slowly opened his mouth to say something, “Don’t worry, it was just a nightmare.” After that it was silent for a whole minute. Then you looked at him with your gorgeous big eyes…

… and sweet salty tears streamed down your cheeks. Zenitsu was shocked at you crying and started panicking, he thought he did something horribly wrong. “SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME WHATEVER I DID WRONG! I’M BEGGING YOU!”

Zenitsu cried out for forgiveness to you, he couldn’t stand the thought of you being sad because of a mistake he made. You shocked him with a hug in return, that only confused him further. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Zenitsu. It is just like you said, I was having a nightmare”, you whispered softly into his ear. He returned the hug, now that he was sure that it wasn’t his fault and he did so with just as much love as you did.

Tengen:

I feel like he has a lot of nightmares himself

Tengen will hold you in his big arms and whisper reassuring words to you

he’s like a big comfy teddy bear 🧸

Suma sometimes has nightmares too, he’s experienced

A weak light had woken Tengen up, just slowly opening his eyes, he saw you shivering and squeezed against the head side of the bed. You looked like something had startled you out of your sleep and because of that scare, you turned the light on to calm you down a bit. Tengen then, still half asleep, pushed himself up and set down besides you. “You look scared, are you OK? Did you have an unflashy dream?”, he asked while laying his big muscular arm around your waist.

“Yeah…” “It’s OK now, I’m here with you and I will protect you from any danger.”, he answered reassuringly and pulled you closer so he could hug you tightly.

After cuddling with you for a while, he laid you down besides him and turned the light off again. Then Tengen laid down besides you and continued holding you, one of his hands moved up to your head and started stroking your hair gently.

Gyokko:

he will not understand what is wrong with you until you tell him

how dare you’re scared while someone as strong as him is next to you 😠

brags about how good he is at protecting

he’s not calming, but at least a distraction

“Hyo hyo hyo… Wake up little human”, was the thing that pulled you out of that horrible nightmare. You were panting and sweating because of it while the colorful fish demon next to you just weirdly watched out of one of his pots. “Why are you looking so shocked, there’s nothing here that could hurt you, except maybe me”, he sort of asked. You looked at him, still a little out of breath, “I had a nightmare that scared me.”

Gyokko didn’t look content about your answer, like something about it annoyed or angered him. “Why on earth would you be scared while I am right next to you!? Do you think I’m not strong enough to fight for you? How dare you!”, he began to confront you about having a nightmare, it was truly ridiculous if you thought about it.

“I- it’s not like that…”, you tried to calm him down, but it didn’t help. He had already cut you off and started talking about how strong and great he was. Gyokko continued doing so for around an hour, until he noticed that you had fallen asleep again, he was thinking of waking you up again and confronting you about just drifting off into sleep while he is talking, but finally decides against that idea.

I finally finished! This took me longer than I thought, mostly because of school work… I hope you enjoyed it!

Love you and have a great day!!! 💕

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #gn!reader #demon slayer zenitsu #tengen uzui #gyokko #zenitsu x reader #tengen x reader #gyokko x reader #kny

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