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#i love him so much. i want him to be happy and safe. i couldnt even look at him bc i would have started crying

kasonkodd · 1 year

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bruce literally gets the happiest when all his kids are home

he loves it when the kids take time outta their busy busy schedules to come over for dinner or family game nights. he gets so excited when ALL his kids can come over.

when one of them cancels he gets SO SAD. like?? all my kids??? not here??? WOE IS ME!!!

Dick’ll be like, “Hey Bruce, got called in tonight so I wont make it. next week though! ill be there for sure!” and bruce is all NOOOOOOOOOO NOOOO MY ELDEST!!! BETRAYED ME!!! THIS IS HORRIBLE and the rest of the kids are at the table like O_o.

jason canceled to have a night in with roy and bruce sulked so hard the rest of the kids thought he was gonna turn into a puddle.

TIM EVEN CANCELED ONCE he wanted to have dinner with Kon. his friends mama always makes such yummy dinners and one night they were having fried chicken, he didnt wanna miss out so he told Bruce he was skipping dinner and would be back for monopoly. bruce was so depressed. he didnt speak the entire dinner

damian got a cold once and couldnt attend family night. bruce was so upset but also mad worried about his tiniest bird. he turns into such a hover parent when any of his kids are sick but this was bad. he almost had everyone eat in damians bedroom. alfred had to literally stop him.

selina will always try to assure him that there is always next time and he makes a scene about WHAT IF THERE IS NO NEXT TIME and selina sighs, pats his shoulder then leaves to go drink wine in the next room over.

but ooooh the nights when he has his babies all under the same roof. his heart is so happy. he loves listening to their banter, their bickers, their genuine conversations. the room always feels so full and so bright. he finds so much happiness when his birdies are home safe right in front of him.

ya my bruce wayne is a sweetheart who loves his kids. what of it.

#dc comics #dceu #dcmultiverse #dc #dc universe #batfam #bruce wayne #selina kyle #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne is a good dad

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mysicklove · 7 months

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𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

DAY 4: SENSORY DEPRIVATION

With: Kyojuro Rengoku

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Sub! Kyojuro, gn! reader, blindfold/gag/earmuffs, feather usage, ice usage, nonverbal safe word discussed (not used), implied wax play, crying, begging/pleading, reader is a liar.

A/N: Everytime i wrote about his happy trail i thought of ashi. LOL. also this fic is a mess im going to be honest. not my best work, my friends.

Rengoku doesn't understand why he was put in this position. He doesn't understand why he has a blindfold on with his arms tied together behind him, and his legs strapped to the bottom of the chair. He doesn't understand why he has a small black gag in his mouth and pink fluffy earmuffs.

The thing was, Kyojuro struggles with restraints. He just can't seem to sit still when he receives pleasure. He wants desperately to obey your commands, but your touch always sends him spiralling, and his body always jerks and twitches without meaning to. He has accidentally knocked your hand away so many times when you overstimulate him, or forced your hand back onto his cock when you edge him. It was just a force of habit, and he always apologizes profusely when he does so. Its not like he means to disobey you.

So, tying him up was the next best option. Plus, depriving him of his senses was just because you were feeling cruel, and you wanted to see how strongly he was bound to react with your touch.

So here he was, completely at your mercy, shivering slightly from what you could guess fear or guilt. He has never done anything to make him deserve a “punishment”, but you were mean. He just looked so pretty when his face was contorted in fear, you couldnt help yourself.

Rengokus blindfold was already dampening with tears as he continues to tremble under your view. His whole world is dark, and everything is silent. The lack of his senses was a strange feeling, and it overwhelmed him. "I'm sorry, my love. I'm sorry. Im sorry," He pleads into the gag, the words coming out so muffled you can barely make out the apologies.

You grab his chin, and press a kiss to his temple, his cheek, and his neck. Immediately he seems to calm down, and you take this time to remove just one of his earmuffs. “Did nothing wrong, Kyo. There is no need to cry.”

He jumps at the sudden sound, and turns to where your voice was coming from. He sniffles, but nods, leaning his head forward to hopefully coax out more affection from you. You smile at him and move to rest your palm on his cheek. He nuzzles it immediately, thankful for any touch. The darkness and the silence made him feel alone, and he was grateful to have some sort of reassurance.

Your hands graze at his thighs, and he flinches at the feeling, breathing into the muzzle. “Not going anywhere, relax pretty. I'm here,” You coo, using your other hand to run through his hair. He seems to finally begin to melt, his arms no longer struggling against the restraints, and his body refrained from shivering. “Gonna make you feel good, yeah?”

He doesn't even try to speak, the gag wouldnt allow him to anyways. But he nods his head obediently, trying not to move too much from excitement. You kiss his cheek again, hardly containing yourself from how cute he is. Then, you reach back and place a small bell into his hands. He slightly cocks his head to the side, no doubt furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. “If you want to stop, ring that. Can you do that for me?”

He nods determinedly, and then rings it to test it out. Immediately, like a puppy, he turns to you, expectantly awaiting his reward for listening. You indulge him, giggling slightly and kissing the space right below his ears, one of his erogenous zones. He groans into the gag, accidentally pulling at the restraints once again. “Good boy!” You praise, and it sends his head spinning. “Now, ring that whenever you feel uncomfortable and I will stop, alright?” He nods his head. “Good. I'm not going to hurt you tonight Kyo, so you can relax.”

You fingers continue to drag along the area inches from his now hard dick, eyeing it contently. It sticks up proud, and seems to be begging to be touched. You smile and turn back to him, watching the way his chest raises from his breath in steady motions. “I'm going to put your earmuffs back on, so it's going to be a little quiet. It'll just make all the touches more pleasurable, I promise.”

He nods his head, and lets out a gargled, “love you,” through the gag, to which you smile, and murmur your own words of endearment. Then, you cover his ear with the earmuffs, and sigh.

Like a predator stalking their prey, you circle the chair for a second, overwhelmed at the possibilities of what to do to him first. Your fingers drag over his neck and then trace down his arm. He shivers with every movement, feeling goosebumps rise with every graze of your finger. Its overwhelmingly sensitive, and he swears he can almost feel your breath on his skin. His sense of touch was heightened with the lack of the others.

Your mouth latches onto his neck, slightly nibbling at the sensitive skin. He pants into the gag, and slightly bares his neck to give you more room. You pull away for a moment, and blow on his neck, sending his whole body into a fit of shivers. You cant help but giggle at the action, and place your hand on his thigh in mock comfort.

Your head was growing foggy from the meer power you felt over him. He was completely at your mercy, and other than viciously fight at the restrains, he could do nothing. Of course you loved him, and would never dare to do something he didn't like, but you couldn't help but tease him just a little. You may have lied about the “only” pleasure aspect of it.

You sit yourself on his lap, startling him. Baring no mind to his reaction, you lean up and kiss his chin in reassurance, before turning to your right and grabbing the object you have been dying to use.

A dainty white feather. Something so soft and fragile, that is going to send your lover into a spiral. The thought made your mouth water, and Kyojuro, almost sensing your thoughts, visibly gulps.

You first run your own fingers over his chest, grazing over his nipples. He remains motionless, but you can see him tense. His chest was a very sensitive part of his body, and he was afraid of what was to come next. Rightfully so.

You pull away, and glance downward toward his abdomen. With a wicked grin, you take a hold onto the feather and graze his lower stomach, just where his happy trail begins. Its a light touch, and you barely even skim the surface of his skin, but the reaction is immediate. Another full body shiver, seemingly from the ticklish feeling this time.

You hum, pleased with the reaction, and continue your antics upward. His pants grow louder into the gag with the passing seconds. Finally, the feather drags along his chest. The spot you have been most curious to see.

The feather glides over his nipple and he lets out a garbled whine. The buds harden in an instant and he nervously shakes his head. You ignore it and continue your movements, circling his chest.

Rengoku twitches under your hold and pulls against the restraints. He is so unbelievably sensitive there, and with the addition to the blind fold and earmuffs, he swears the feather is borderline overstimulating him. He can feel every bristle of it, and the cool air it pushes towards him when you slightly flap it. It sends him into a frenzy. It's too much, but too little. He wants more of the stimulation, but he also wants to pull away. He wants you to be rougher with him, but the idea of that makes him nervous.

He doesn't know what he wants, and just like usual, he begins to tug at the restrains, body uncontrollably twitching. His chest tries to cave inward from the ticklish feeling, but he doesn't go far considering the restraints. He just continues to shake his head back and forth, high pitched yelps and complaints barely making it through the gag.

“Aw baby, are you sensitive there?” You tease mostly to yourself, knowing he can't hear you all things considering. His squirms make you giggle, and you take vague notice to the bright hair that shakes from side to side from his sporadic movements.

It tickles so much. It tickles and it feels good, and it hurts, and it is too soft, and he is losing his mind. The feeling of being bound, forced to take everything you give him only seems to make the feather more tortuous.

He feels it begin to move downward, and Kyojuro heaves, trying to catch his breath after holding it for so long. His mouth clentches around the gag, and he tries to calm down his body.

But of course, he can feel the feather move downward and oh. Oh no. He couldn't handle it down there. It was too sensitive.

He whips his head back and forth and whines into the gag. It comes out as a broken plea, and he can't hear your response, but he hopes you may take his noises to heart. He didn't get his hopes up.

The feather brushes around the tip, and Kyojuro yelps, jerking so much that the chair beneath him lifts up just slightly. You send a warning slap to his thigh, and he cries out, the tears beginning to flow again. It hurt more now that he couldnt see it. He apologizes through the gag, but it doesn't do much, other than make him drool all over himself.

You trace it up and down his cock, and he begins to tremble again. His dick is twitching with every stroke, and honestly it enamored you how reactive it was being. Cute.

One of your hands move back up his chest, thumbing at the nub, while the other continues its slow, light movements of the feather. Bringing it from the head, all the way down to his balls, giggling when your hear his cries.

“Not pweasure! Not pweasure!” He sobs, his thighs trembling. It tickled so much he couldn't stand it and with the addition of your fingers pinching his nipples, he was crumbling. You lied to him. He was supposed to feel good. Not to be teased to till he cant breathe anymore. You are so cruel.

Of course he couldnt say anything, nor use pleading eyes to beg for you to stop. But his body jerking back and forth, trying desperately to get anyway from your hands and the horrible, horrible feather definitely convey his emotions.

You grab one more item to end up the scene, finally setting down the feather. To continue on with little warning on what you had stored for him was cruel, even for you. But, of course you will have fun watching his reaction to this.

You place the small item in the palm of your hand, and gently bring it over to his cock. Then with a sadistic grin, you drag it down the shaft.

The first thing Kyojuro feels after the removal of the feather was cold. So unbearably cold, and right on his dick.

Ice. It had to be.

The chair comes lifting off the ground again from his quick movements to get away. He's screaming into the gag, and shaking his head profusely, begging for you to take it away. It was so cold, and he was so sensitive. His hands pull at the restraints and his body tries, and fails to crumble inward himself.

The blindfold slips off one of his eyes and he finally gets a view of you. His eyes are glassy, and flooded with tears, and his eyebrows are adorably furrowed in a plea. He makes a noise when you pull the ice away slightly, and you look up at him.

“Aw Kyo, you want to see that badly?” You coo, and he can barely read your lips from the tears. He shakes his head and sobs, head hanging low. You bring the ice cube to his chest and he whines, eyes screwing shut automatically as his nipples harden. The cool water stains his chest, and he is shivering under it.

His hips and back drive into the chair, to try to create some distance from the horrible coldness. It doesn't work, and his one eye watches the way the ice cube coats the dark patch of hair on his lower abdomen, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. It was making his way back to his groin, and all Kyojuro can do is cry, and hope you be easy on him. He can't stand the cold. He was made for heat.

One hand grabs onto his cock, steading the trembling thing, and the other holds onto the cube. “Well, if you want to watch so badly, might as well give you a show,” You whisper, and Kyojuro cant read your lips this time. So, he stares at you with mild confusion and fear as to what you are going to do next.

With one last malicious glance, you place the ice cube on top of the tip, and swirl it around his hole. He screams again, back arching, and staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. You don't let up even when his legs try again and again to shut, but ultimately fail.

He can feel the cool liquid drip into his slit, and he feels as if he cannot breathe. It was one of the strongest sensations he has ever felt before, and his fingers dig into his palm to help steady himself. It was so cold. Unbelievably cold, and the water was dripping inside him, in a place where it should not be.

Kyojuro didnt know what to do other than take it. The silence of it all was driving him even more mad, and he wonders if having him see this was worst than being blindfolded.

Your circular motions dont let up, and eventually it's the ice that begins to melt, considering how hot the hashira runs. You rub it over his now slightly shrinking dick, and his whole body is shivering. But, his whines and cries have finally gone down, instead just loud pants to try and catch his breath. He must be growing used to it.

This was a good stopping point. You run the remainder of the cube over the throbbing tip again, and he whimpers slightly, but it doesn't compare to what the noises he made before. You kiss his thighs, and drop the sliver of ice back into the metal bin, whipping your hands on your shirt.

He did well. It was impressive really. How good he did. But, you didnt expect anything else from your lover.

You smile to yourself, and then reach up to remove the earmuffs and blindfold. But strangely enough, Kyojuros one free eye wasn't looking at you. His whole neck was staring to the right while his chests rise and fall with heavy breaths, as if he was entranced by something. Drool coats his mouth, but he doesn't seem to notice, so enthralled at what he is staring at.

You follow his gaze, eyes widening when you see it.

You watch as the candle you lit earlier to set the mood, drips with wax. It falls onto the candle stand, and Kyojuro stares with hearts in his eyes as if mesmerized by the wax.

You let out a shaky breath, turning to him on last time, reading his mind. He glances at you and nods every so slightly, with a small huffs. You grin at him, readjusting his blindfold and grabbing the candle. You watch Rengokus adams' apple bob as he gulps in both fear and excitement.

He was shivering so much, it was like he was in dire need to warm up. And you had just the solution for him, and instantaneous way to heat up his skin again.. A drop of wax drips onto Kyojuros thigh, and the man does his best to not scream at the burning sensation.

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nocturnest · 21 days

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Omg imagine a very innocent, civilian Y/n being on the Bullet Train, in Japan with her friends for a girls’ trip. So y/n and her friends are on the train when all the craziness happens with the train-full of assassins. When the other civilians start clearing out of the train out of fear (because there are assassins running all over the place), Y/n is tipsy and doesn’t notice the commotion, and her “friends” just leave her there to flee the train (not the best friends 😬) so when Tangerine (who doesn’t die!!) and Lemon come running by, they see a very tipsy Y/n sitting there and they’re like, “What’re you doing here??” and she just giggles which has them like, “…” She flirts with Tangerine (lmao) as he takes care of her and saves her life, and once she realizes the danger she’s actually in, the poor girl is terrified! Also when they’re all safe, Tangerine and Lemon would be so angry that her friends all just left her there

@kpopgirlbtssvt love this idea! you have the best requests! i had such fun writing this - it's much longer than i originally planned but i wanted to do it justice! i hope i succeeded! 🥺❤️

The bullet train hurtled through the Japanese countryside, the rhythmic click-clack of the tracks beneath you providing a soothing backdrop to the excited chatter of your friends. The anticipation of your girls' trip to Japan had filled you with a bubbling sense of adventure, and as you settled into your seat, you couldn't wait to explore everything the country had to offer.

The journey started on a high note, with laughter and animated conversation flowing freely as you and your three other friends shared stories and sipped on cocktails. Sure, your friend Rebecca went on and on about her rich husband, his job, and all of their fancy cars. And sure, Cara kept interrupting everyone with her latest drama about her boyfriend, but overall, you were having a great time. The atmosphere was electric, and you found yourself getting caught up in the infectious excitement of the moment. You might have been a bit tipsy, but you thought that even you deserved a break sometimes, and besides, you were around friends who you could trust. They would look out for you, or so you thought.

You were happy to have taken time off from work to come on this trip. You rarely took vacations even though you loved traveling. Perhaps it was because you didn't usually have anyone to spend time with. And sure, you had people you could consider your friends, but sometimes you wished that you could discuss things other than clothing, men, and gossip. You wanted to talk about the latest books you were reading and the movie you had just seen the other day. But, you couldnt' change your friends. Admittedly, they had been there for you. Cara had been there for you when you had first gotten drunk, and Elise practically wheeled you to her hairdresser after you got a bad haircut.

When your friends' conversations started to lull, you began observing the train carriage. You had noticed a blonde man in a bucket hat walk in and out of the carriage more times than you would have liked because he was quite frankly making you dizzy from all of his movement. The first time you noticed him, though, he was carrying a briefcase with some kind of sticker on the handle. Cara stopped mid-way in her sentence while she was discussing a celebrity's latest affair to side-eye the blonde man, who seemed to be muttering to himself about some guy named Barry.

Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when a tall man in a blue suit caught your eye as he made his way through the carriage. His presence was commanding, his strides purposeful as he navigated through the crowded aisles. His brunette hair was neatly styled with gel, and his features exuded an air of confidence. He wore gold rings on his fingers, which he twisted with poorly concealed frustration.

Your friends, ever perceptive to your reactions, quickly noticed your awestruck expression and exchanged knowing glances. Rebecca nudged you with her elbow, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "Looks like someone's got a crush," she teased, eliciting giggles from the others.

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you attempted to deflect their teasing, but it was no use. Elise joined in with a playful smirk, "Oh, I see how it is. Falling for the mysterious stranger, are we?"

Before you could respond, the man approached your group, his eyes scanning the carriage with a determined expression. You felt a flutter of nerves in your stomach as he drew nearer, his piercing gaze meeting yours briefly before he addressed the group.

"Excuse me, ladies. Have any of you seen a man with a silver briefcase running through here? " he asked politely, his voice smooth and reassuring.

Your heart skipped a beat as you struggled to form a coherent response. He was British, and all your friends knew how you felt about British men. Rebecca was quick to speak up, her tone teasing. "Why, are you looking for a secret agent or something?"

The man chuckled lightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Something like that," he replied with a cryptic smile.

You managed to regain your composure long enough to point him in the direction he needed to go, "I believe a blonde man in a bucket hat had it. He went that way."

He looks at you with gratitude yet frustration and something else that you can't quite decipher, "Thank you, love."

Then, he stalks away, muttering, "That fucking bastard."

Your friends exchanged amused looks once more, but you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment as he walked away. You felt as if there was something special about the mysterious stranger who had captured your attention. Little did you know that things were about to get a whole lot messier.

It started with the snake. You thought you were hallucinating when you saw it and realized that maybe you had had too much to drink. But no, your friends saw it too.

A hushed whisper had rippled through the carriage as passengers exchanged worried glances, and you had felt a chill run down your spine. Something was wrong, terribly wrong.

Then, you saw it – a snake slithering its way through the crowd, its presence sending a wave of panic through the carriage. You blinked in disbelief, wondering if you were imagining things, but the terrified screams of your fellow passengers confirmed that the danger was all too real.

Amidst the chaos, you caught sight of your friends, their faces pale with fear as they struggled to make sense of the situation. Panic set in as the snake moved closer, its venomous gaze fixed on its prey.

Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the air, and you turned to see a passenger clutching their face in agony, blood streaming from their eyes. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks – the snake was poisonous, and its venom was deadly.

In a frenzy of panic, you lost sight of your friends. Where had they gone? They had been right here? Apparently, your friends had made a split-second decision, abandoning each other to get off the train and save themselves. In disbelief, you observed their empty seats and attempted to stand only to feel a spell of dizziness, so you sat back down. You could only hope that the snake wouldn't come across you as its next victim.

Your friends and the snake slithered away the carriage was now empty, and so, the only thing you could think to do was to drink some more and fall into a deep sleep, hopeful that you would wake up in Kyoto.

This mission was unraveling more and more by the second. Tangerine had found Lemon unconscious, knocked out by some kind of drug. Tangerine had managed to wake him up but not without getting a slap to the face.

Now, Lemon was going on and on about a Diesel who had managed to shoot him in the chest. Luckily, Lemon had his bulletproof vest on, contrary to denying it previously. Never had Tangerine been so thankful for Lemon's antics.

Now, he and Lemon were walking down the aisles of the train carriages, trying to locate this fucking Diesel and the blonde muppet in a hat who stole their case with ferocity and a rapidly diminishing sense of hope.

Tangerine was of a mind to get off the train with Lemon and say fuck it, but that would mean not finishing the job, which would have been a first for them. Then again, Tangerine did quite fancy keeping all of his limbs and was not particularly eager to encounter the infamous White Death.

While Lemon went on about the Oscar-worthy performance of the Diesel he had encountered, Tangerine heard his phone buzzing and responds, putting it on speaker. They're absolutely fucking paranoid, this lot. Lemon looks at him expectantly.

"You have been lying to me, my friend."

It's the White Death. Tangerine rolls his eyes, "Well, cat’s out of the bag now, innit?"

"You were responsible for keeping my son safe. For keeping my money safe."

"You know, I-I don’t know a thing or two about being a parent, but you know what I would do, being that it’s your son and your money?"

Lemon looks at him with alarm and shakes his head, whispering, "Don't-"

Tangerine continues, "I’d stop crying about your dead wife, get off your fucking lazy ass, come here and finish the job yourself. But as we’re having a bit of a heart-to-heart, got a couple things to tell ya. Your son’s a complete bell end and fuckin’ deserves to be bleeding out of his eye sockets. And as for your case, I haven’t seen it since Tokyo. And I hope someone’s fuckin’ found it, put it all on red and having a fuckin’ wonderful time."

As calmly as before, the White Death responds, "I will meet you at Kyoto station."

Tangerine smiles sarcastically, "Oh, how wonderful. I can’t fucking wait."

"I want to look into your eyes when I kill you and your brother."

"My brother..."

The Tangerine glanced toward his bother with a look that Lemon rarely ever saw, one of fear.

Tangerine gets ahold of himself and looks out the window, "Morning rush hour’s rolling in quite nicely. Uh, what’s your plan, mate? You gonna fuckin’ waltz up here and blow my brains out in front of the whole fuckin’ carriage of witnesses?

"There is no one left on that train. I know. I bought every ticket until the end of the line."

The line cuts short and Lemon and Tangerine are left in silence, the sole sound being the train rolling along its tracks.

"Never have we encountered a more unbearable Deisel-"

Lemon is interrupted by Tangerine, who yells in absolute frustration and anger. Brass knuckles in hand, he begins punching at the screen at the front of the carriage 'till his hands begin to bleed, "All of this for some fuckin' pathetic excuse of a father and a husband! Can't even be bothered to show his ugly mug."

Tangerine's knuckles throbbed with pain as he relentlessly pounded on the screen at the front of the carriage.

"The. Fucking. Bastard." He enunciates each word with a punch.

His frustration and anger boiled over, fueling each blow with an intensity that bordered on madness. Blood trickled down his hands, staining the metal beneath him, but he paid no heed to the pain. All that mattered was the overwhelming sense of betrayal and helplessness that consumed him.

Beside him, Lemon watched in stunned silence, his usual calm demeanor shattered by the raw display of emotion unfolding before him. He had never seen Tangerine like this – so consumed by rage and despair that he seemed almost unrecognizable.

"Tangerine, stop!" Lemon finally shouted, reaching out to grab his brother's arm. "You're only hurting yourself."

But Tangerine shook off his brother's grip, his eyes ablaze with fury. "I couldn't give a fuck!" he roared, his voice echoing through the empty carriage. Lemon raises an eyebrow and Tangerine avoids his eyes, embarrassed almost by his fit of rage. He breathes heavily before sighing shakily, "This mission's been fucked since the beginning, 'asn't it?"

"Yep."

"And we should probably get off the train, shouldn't we?"

"Yep."

"Right. Fuck the case."

Lemon pats him on the shoulder, "Damn right, bruv."

Bloodied and bruised (Tangerine more than Lemon because Lemon doesn't bleed), they make their way through the next train carriage, only to come across another figure. Someone was still on the train. As Tangerine and Lemon cautiously approached the figure, they couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. After all they had been through, encountering another passenger on the seemingly deserted train was unexpected, to say the least.

There you were, your eyes wide with fear as she took in the sight of the bloodied brothers. You hadn't expected to come across this mysterious stranger once more. You shrank back instinctively, still shaken by the snake incident.

Tangerine and Lemon exchanged a wary glance before Tangerine spoke, his voice surprisingly gentle despite the anger still simmering beneath the surface, "Hey there, love. Ya alright?"

You calmed at the sound of Tangerine's voice and a confidence that you rarely had took over you, "Now that you're here."

Tangerine laughs, "Where are your friends?"

You wave your arms weakly, your words slurring together, "Gone... They left me behind. A poisonous snake started biting people. That guy wasn't so lucky." You point to the body of an unfortunate passenger, obscured beneath two seats. He had blood seeping out of his eyes. Lemon and Tangerine turned to observe your line of sight and frowned in disgust.

Lemon's eyes widen with realization, "Well, now we know what killed the bastard of a White Death's son." Tangerine grunted in response.

You make an effort to stand, your drunken movements clumsy and staggering, "Are you boys here to rescue me? Because I could use a knight in shining armor."

"Something like that... You're telling me that your friends left you to face off a snake on your own while fuckin' drunk?"

You nodded sheepishly, a flush of embarrassment coloring your cheeks. "Yeah, they uh... weren't exactly the most reliable companions."

Lemon snorted derisively, "Clearly."

Tangerine shot his brother a warning look before turning back to you, his expression softening slightly. "Well, lucky for you, we happened to come along. Can you walk?"

You nodded, albeit unsteadily. "I think so. Where are we going?"

Tangerine glanced at Lemon, who shrugged in response. "Anywhere but here," Tangerine replied, his tone grim. "Let's get you off this train, and then we'll figure it out."

Lemon smiles reassuringly, "I'm Lemon by the way. He's my brother, Tangerine."

"Yes - I met him earlier."

Lemon lights up and grins at Tangerine, "Ah - so this was the pretty bird you were telling me about -"

Tangerine bristles, flushed in the face, "Shut it!" He only softens when you smile at him shyly.

With that, you collect your luggage, and the three of you set off down the deserted train carriage, Tangerine's hand on your back to keep you steady, the warmth of his hand against you sending shivers down your spine. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him, and with each step, your inhibitions seemed to slip away, replaced by a newfound boldness..

Continuing down the aisles, you speak up, "You know, I was of a mind to go hunt you down."

Tangerine chuckled softly, his lips quirking up into a half-smile, "Oh, really."

"Yes - I wanted to know who your tailor was because that suit of yours makes you look as though you were crafted by the Gods. Is it on purpose that it happens to match the color of your eyes?"

Tangerine's chuckle deepened at your compliment, a faint blush gracing his cheeks. "Crafted by the Gods, hm? I'll have to remember that one."

You smirked, feeling a surge of satisfaction at the effect your words had on him. "I speak nothing but the truth," you replied cheekily, earning another amused chuckle from Tangerine.

Beside you, Lemon rolled his eyes, unable to suppress his grin at the exchange. "Are we done with the flirting, or do I need to start taking notes?"

You laughed, the sound echoing through the empty train carriage. "Oh, lighten up, Lemon. Can't a girl appreciate a well-dressed man without it being considered flirting?"

Tangerine shot you a playful wink, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Flattery will get you everywhere, love."

As the three of you made your way through the deserted train carriages, the air was thick with tension and anticipation. You found yourself drawn to Tangerine, his rugged charm and playful banter providing a welcome distraction from the chaos that had unfolded around you.

Lemon, ever the voice of reason, kept a watchful eye on his surroundings, his gaze occasionally darting towards you and his brother as if to ensure that no further harm befell you. Despite the gravity of the situation, a sense of camaraderie seemed to be blossoming between the three of you, forged in the crucible of shared adversity.

Suddenly, a faint sound caught your attention, causing you to halt in your tracks. Tangerine and Lemon tensed, their bodies coiled like springs, ready to react at a moment's notice.

"Did you hear that?" you whispered, your heart pounding in your chest.

Tangerine nodded, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the dimly lit carriage. "Stay close," he murmured, his hand tightening protectively around your arm.

The sound grew louder, a rhythmic thud that seemed to emanate from the far end of the carriage. Lemon inched forward, his movements fluid and silent, every muscle in his body poised for action.

As you rounded the corner, the sight that greeted you was one of equal parts amusement and confusion. There, in the center of the aisle, was the blonde man in the bucket hat, frantically attempting to pry open a briefcase with what appeared to be a comically oversized set of pliers.

Upon catching sight of you three, the man froze, his eyes wide with panic. "Uh, this isn't what it looks like?" he stammered, nervousness clear in his voice.

Tangerine and Lemon exchanged a knowing glance, their lips curling into matching smirks of amusement. "Oh, I think it's exactly what it looks like," Tangerine drawled, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"That's our case, you muppet," Lemon chimed in, his arms folded across his chest as he regarded the man with disdain.

The man's eyes darted from one of you to the other, his grip tightening around the pliers as he searched for an escape route. "Listen-"

Tangerine's face hardened, "You drugged my brother..."

"He was trying to kill me?!"

"You pushed me off a fuckin' train..."

"Again, you were trying to kill me! How did you get back on by the way?"

"I jumped back on," Tangerine raised an eyebrow. Lemon looked at him with confusion, seemingly unaware of this information.

You looked at Tangerine in awe and admiration, impressed by the skill and effort it must have taken to jump onto a moving train. The broken glass in his hair and cuts along his knuckles now made more sense. You had a feeling that whatever you had walked into, these people you had met, were entangled in something far beyond your understanding.

"Right. Listen, you can have the case-"

"We couldn't give a rat's arse about the case anymore. What irks me beyond anything fuckin' else in that you tried to fuck us over. And if we weren't gettin' off this train, me and Lemon would be beyond thrilled to watch the White Death have a fuckin' field day with you, ripping your limbs off bit by bit."

You weren't from Japan but even you had heard of the White Death. Locals had fearfully mentioned his name in passing. Based off of what you had heard of the man, you knew that he was not someone to mess around with.

Ladybug tried to look doubtful, "Not if I bring him the case."

Tangerine rolled his eyes and looked at Lemon as if asking, "Help me out here?" and Lemon spoke up, "Do what you fucking want, man, but the White Death is planning to kill us all. Why do think there's nobody else on this train. He bought the whole thing out."

Ladybug's eyes widened with realization, "Well, shit..."

"Now you get it," Tangerine muttered, "Ya fuckin' bastard..."

Ladybug's resolve wavered as he weighed his options. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded decisively. "Alright, fine. I'll get off the train too."

Tangerine and Lemon exchanged a glance of surprise, but they quickly regained their composure. Tangerine cleared his throat, "Are you taking the case with ya?"

Ladybug hesitated, glancing at the briefcase still clutched in his hand. After a moment, he shook his head. "No. I don't want the White Death coming after me. I'll leave it here."

Tangerine nodded in understanding, his expression grim. "Fair enough. We're getting off at the next stop. Then, you do whatever the fuck you'd like and hopefully, we never have to see you again."

Still questioning whether Tangerine still had murderous intent behind his words, Ladybug muttered, "I hope so too..."

As the train hurtleed towards its next stop, the four of you found seats in the empty carriage, the tension in the air palpable. Ladybug sat off to the side awkwardly. You couldn't help but feel a sense of unease settle over you, the reality of the situation sinking in. Gone was the carefree excitement of your girls' trip, replaced by a looming sense of danger and uncertainty.

You fidgeted nervously in your seat, the events of the past hour replaying in your mind. You felt as though you had sobered up. The snake, the abandoned train, the potential encounter with the White Death – it all felt like something out of a nightmare. And yet, here you were, stranded on a speeding train with two complete strangers who seem to have a knack for attracting trouble.

Despite your best efforts to stay calm, a wave of anxiety washed over you, leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed. You glanced at Tangerine and Lemon, grateful for their presence but also acutely aware of the danger that surrounded you.

Tangerine noticed your unease and shifted closer to you, his voice soft and reassuring. "Hey, don't worry. We'll get through this together."

You managed a weak smile, appreciative of his attempt to comfort you. "I hope so. This whole situation is just... unreal."

Lemon nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "Yeah, it's definitely not what we were expecting when we boarded this train."

Tangerine placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch gentle yet reassuring. "But we'll figure it out. We always do. My concern, love, is what you're going to do about those friends of yours."

Lemon huffed angrily, "They're Diesels, the lot of them."

You frowned, confused, "Diesels?"

Tangerine looked frustrated beyond belief, "Here we go! Please, spare her of the Thomas references."

Lemon ignored him and stated matter-of-factly, "Everything I learned about people, I learned from Thomas." Lemon reached into his jacket to pull out a sticker-book. He chose one of the stickers with care, "Diesels are the worst of the worst. They never want the best for you. You, though... you seem like an Emily. Kind, caring, intelligent."

Lemon carefully selected a sticker from his book and offered it to you with a small smile. "Here, consider it a token of friendship."

You accepted the sticker, examining it curiously before affixing it to the back of your hand. "Thanks, Lemon. I appreciate it."

Tangerine rolled his eyes at Lemon's Thomas reference, clearly exasperated. "Great, now we're going to have to endure Thomas and his friends for the rest of the journey."

Lemon chuckled and you couldn't help but laugh at Tangerine's comment, the absurdity of the situation breaking through the tension. "So, does that make you a Gordon, Tangerine? Strong, proud, and always in a hurry?"

Tangerine shot you a mock glare, clearly unamused by the comparison. "Oh, please. If anything, I'm more of a James. Fiery, charming, and a bit of a troublemaker."

You grinned, enjoying the banter between the brothers. "Ah, yes. I can see it now. But let's not forget about Edward over here," you teased, gesturing to Lemon. "Wise, kind-hearted, and always ready to lend a helping hand."

Lemon nodded in agreement, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Well, someone has to keep you two in line."

Tangerine groaned playfully, "Great, now there are fuckin' two of them," he mutters under his breath, earning a chuckle from Lemon and a playful nudge from you.

As the banter settled into a comfortable rhythm, you couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie forming between you and the brothers. However, a nagging curiosity lingered in the back of your mind, prompting you to finally voice your question.

"So, why were you two on the train?" you asked, turning to Tangerine and Lemon with a quizzical expression.

Lemon exchanged a glance with Tangerine before answering, his tone guarded. "We were on a job."

"A job?" you echoed, your curiosity piqued. "What kind of job?"

Tangerine sighed, exchanging a knowing look with Lemon before turning to you, his expression grave. "We're... assassins," he admitted, his voice soft but firm.

You blinked in surprise, the revelation sinking in slowly. Assassins. The word hung in the air, heavy with implications and danger. And yet, strangely, you found yourself unfazed by the admission. Perhaps it was the trust you had begun to place in Tangerine and Lemon, or maybe it was the adrenaline coursing through your veins, but you couldn't bring yourself to feel afraid.

Instead, you nodded thoughtfully, accepting the information without hesitation. "I figured it was something like that," you admitted, surprising even yourself with your calm demeanor. "Well, whatever it is you do, I trust you to protect me."

Tangerine's eyes softened, a flicker of gratitude passing over his features. "Thank you, love. We'll do everything we can to keep you safe."

And then, just like that, the train finally came to a stop. The three of you jumped eagerly, knowing the doors would only stay open for a minute. If you missed this stop, it would mean waiting 'till Kyoto, where the White Death awaited you all. Ladybug was equally eager to get off the train and was practically tripping over his feet.

The sun was rising, casting a soft golden glow over the empty platform as you stepped off the train, and the air was crisp and cool, a welcome change from the confines of the carriage. As you stood there, surrounded by the quiet stillness of the early morning, a sense of relief washed over you.

As Ladybug stepped off the train, he turned to face Tangerine and Lemon, a grateful smile on his face. "Well, it's been... interesting," he said, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. "Thanks for, uh, not killing me, I guess."

Lemon chuckles, warning him, "You stay out of trouble, Joburg."

With a final nod of farewell, Ladybug headed off towards the exit, pulling out his phone to call his handler. As he disappeared into the early morning light, Tangerine and Lemon turned to you, their expressions serious.

"So, what now?" Lemon asked, his brow furrowed in concern.

You shrugged, feeling a surge of uncertainty wash over you. "I honestly don't know. I don't have anywhere else to go."

Tangerine exchanged a glance with Lemon before turning back to you, his expression softened. "Well, you could always come with us," he suggested, his voice surprisingly gentle. "At least until we figure out what to do next."

You hesitated, unsure of whether to accept their offer. But as you looked into Tangerine's eyes, you saw a sincerity there that made your heart flutter. Despite the chaos and danger that seemed to follow him wherever he went, there was something undeniably compelling about him, something that drew you in and made you want to stay by his side.

"Alright," you said finally, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I'll come with you."

Tangerine grinned, relief evident in his expression. "Great. Welcome aboard, love."

With that, the three of you set off for the train station. Surrounded by the quiet stillness of the early morning, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within you.

After Tangerine had made a call, a car came to pick the three of you up from the train station. When Tangerine had suggested he and Lemon try to hijack a car, you had almost slapped him right then and there. Tangerine was apologetic and insisted he was joking (you weren't quite convinced) and Lemon just laughed his ass off.

As the three of you drove to a hotel in the backseat of the cab, you had fallen asleep on Tangerine's shoulder, and he certainly didn't seem to mind. Your hair tickled his neck and he looked down at you, absentmindedly moving your hair out of your eyes. Lemon watched him with a grin.

"You like her."

Tangerine huffed indignantly and narrowed his eyes, "You don't know what you're talking about."

Lemon waved his hand, "You barely give anyone the time of day. I know it when I see it."

"You don't see anything."

Lemon leaned back in his seat, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Oh, come on, Tangerine. It's written all over your face. You like her."

Tangerine's cheeks flushed slightly, a mixture of embarrassment and irritation evident in his expression. He hoped to God that you were still sleeping. "Quiet! You don't know what you're fuckin' talking about," he retorted, his tone defensive.

Lemon chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Deny it all you want, but I've seen the way you look at her. You're practically smitten."

Tangerine shifted uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding Lemon's gaze as he muttered under his breath, "It's not like that."

But Lemon wasn't about to let him off the hook that easily. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You should tell her."

"She probably doesn't even feel the same..."

"Did you fucking hear her earlier? She obviously likes you, bruv. Sculpted by the gods, my arse."

"Oi! I will have you know-"

"Yeah, yeah... But seriously, man. Talk to her."

Tangerine prepared to interrupt but Lemon continued, "Get to know her," Lemon urged, his tone softer now, genuine concern etched on his face. "You've been through a lot together already. And let's face it, she trusts us enough to sleep on your shoulder. That's gotta mean something."

Tangerine sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He couldn't deny the truth in Lemon's words. Despite his initial reluctance to get involved, there was something about you that intrigued him, drew him in like a moth to a flame.

"I don't know, Lemon," Tangerine admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not exactly the best at this whole... relationship thing."

Lemon placed a reassuring hand on Tangerine's shoulder, offering a supportive smile. "Hey, none of us are. But you won't know until you try, right? And who knows, maybe she'll surprise you."

Tangerine nodded, a small glimmer of hope flickering in his eyes. Maybe Lemon was right. Maybe it was worth taking a chance, risking his heart for the possibility of something more.

As the car pulled to the hotel, Tangerine glanced down at you again. As you stirred from your slumber, blinking sleepily up at him with a soft smile, he felt something flutter in his chest. He would talk to you, somehow, he decided. He would take that leap of faith and see where it led. He had to.

The hotel was nice, even nicer than the hotel you had been previously staying at with your absurdly wealthy "friends." It was modern while still retaining traditional Japanese elements. Given Tangerine's nonchalance, you guessed he was used to staying at places like this.

The receptionist gave the three of you a nervous glance, given the states of Lemon and Tangerine's disheveled appearances and bloodied attire. Tangerine, however, seemed unfazed by the receptionist's scrutiny. He stepped forward with a confident stride, offering her a polite smile.

"Good evening," he greeted in suprisingly well-spoken Japanese, his tone smooth and respectful. "We have reservations under the name 'Tanaka.'"

The receptionist's demeanor softened slightly at Tangerine's polite demeanor, and she quickly retrieved the reservation details from her computer. After a moment of typing, she nodded and handed over three room keys, her expression professional but still cautious. "Yes, Mr. Tanaka. Your suite is ready. Please enjoy your stay."

Tangerine nodded in thanks before turning to you and Lemon. "Let's go," he said simply, leading the way to the elevator without waiting for a response.

You followed behind him, feeling a mix of gratitude for his quick thinking and admiration for his composure. Despite the unusual circumstances, Tangerine seemed completely at ease navigating through the hotel, as if he belonged there.

Lemon notices your surprise and whispers loudly, "Sometimes I think he picked up Japanese since we've been here just to pick up the ladies."

He gives you a conspiratorial wink, showcasing the mischievous side that balances out his normally laid-back demeanor. "I mean, it seems to have worked on you."

You shoot Lemon a playful glare, but can't hide the slight flush that colors your cheeks at his teasing remark. "Maybe he's just a man of many talents," you counter with a sly smile.

Lemon barks out a laugh. "Oh, he's certainly got talents alright. Just don't let that smooth-talking charmer fool you into thinking he's some kind of Renaissance man."

As the elevator doors open, Tangerine holds it for the two of you, raising an inquisitive eyebrow at Lemon's comment but remaining silent. You get the distinct impression that he heard every word.

Falling into step beside Tangerine, you lean in closer as you walk down the hallway. "I have to admit, that display at the front desk was rather impressive," you murmur. "Where did you pick up such immaculate Japanese?"

A rakish grin tugs at the corner of Tangerine's mouth. "A gentleman never reveals all his secrets, love." His eyes roam over you appraisingly. "Though I may be persuaded to share a few...for the right price."

Your breath catches at the blatant flirtation, heat simmering low in your belly. Two can play at this game. "Is that so?" you purr, holding his intense gaze. "And what might that price be, exactly?"

Before Tangerine can respond, Lemon groans loudly from behind you two. "For fuck's sake, get a room you two!" His exasperated tone is betrayed by the amused grin he's failing to hide.

Tangerine chuckles, breaking the charged moment as he slides the keycard into the door. "You're just jealous you're not getting any action, bruv."

"Hey, I get plenty of action!" Lemon protests indignantly as he brushes past you both into the sumptuous suite. "More than you'd believe."

Rolling his eyes good-naturedly, Tangerine gestures you inside with a wink. "Don't mind him, love. He's just bitter no one can resist my charms."

As you step into the opulent room, you can't shake the feeling that there's far more to these roguish brothers than meets the eye. And there's definitely a part of you that wants to explore Tangerine in more ways than one.

As you step into the lavish suite, you can't help but be in awe of your surroundings. The spacious living area is beautifully appointed, with plush couches and chairs arranged invitingly around a sleek glass coffee table. To one side, there's a well-equipped office nook, perfect for getting work done in luxury.

But the true showstopper is the stunning panoramic view that greets you through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The twinkling lights of the city skyline stretch out before you, a breathtaking vista that seems to encapsulate the vibrant energy of Japan itself. You can't resist drifting closer to the windows, mesmerized by the glittering skyscrapers in the distance.

A small, stylish kitchenette sits off to one side, fully stocked with high-end appliances and accessories. You can easily imagine Tangerine whipping up a gourmet meal with that roguish charm of his.

Your gaze is drawn to the three closed doors leading off from the main living space, no doubt opening up into equally luxurious bedrooms and bathrooms.

"This is...very nice," you murmur with amazement as you gaze around the opulent suite.

"Yeah, not too shabby," Lemon chimes in with a dramatic yawn. "I don't know about you two, but I'm fuckin' knackered. Need to get cleaned up."

He wanders over to the closed doors and spots a notecard with his codename scrawled across it. "Ah, looks like our handler left us some essentials."

Peering into the room, you see plush bedding, a high-end ensuite bathroom...and unmistakably, a duffel bag filled with gear. Cash, burner phones, and even weaponry peeking out from within.

Tangerine notices your curious look. "Don't worry love, those are just for me and Lemon."

He shifts closer, dropping his voice. "You'll be alright on your own for a bit while we get sorted? Let me know if you need anything."

You nod, giving him a reassuring smile. "I'll be fine, really. You two get yourselves situated."

With a grateful nod, Tangerine disappears into his own room, leaving you alone in the expansive living area. After a moment's hesitation, you make your way to the remaining door.

Sure enough, the bedroom is just as luxurious as the rest of the suite. A lavish king-sized bed dominates the space, with high-end furniture and a private ensuite. On the dresser, you find a change of clothes - simple sweats and a t-shirt, but incredibly soft and brand new nonetheless.

Stripping off your travel-worn clothes, you can't resist indulging in a long, hot shower, letting the tension ease from your muscles under the pounding spray. But as you sink into the plush mattress, exhaustion settles in your bones...and you find your thoughts drifting, unable to fully relax.

Loneliness and a pang of hurt wash over you as you recall your so-called friends abandoning you on the train. You'd been through so much together, but at the first sign of true danger, they fled without a second thought, leaving you utterly alone.

Except...you're not alone anymore, are you? Your gaze strays to the adjoining wall, knowing Tangerine's room lies just beyond. Those two roguish brothers have risked their lives to keep you safe.

A flush of embarrassment heats your cheeks as you recall your brazenly flirtatious behavior towards Tangerine while intoxicated on the train. The boldness with which you complimented his striking looks and blatantly admired his physique in that tailored suit.

Under normal circumstances, you'd never have been so forward. But something about the adrenaline of the perilous situation, combined with the liquid courage coursing through your veins, allowed you to shed your inhibitions spectacularly.

You can't help but cringe inwardly as snippets of conversation flash through your mind.

"You look as though you were crafted by the Gods..."

"I could use a knight in shining armor."

Heat blazes across your face at the suggestive remarks. How shameless you were, practically throwing yourself at the mysterious stranger!

And yet...you can't find it in yourself to truly regret it. If you're being honest, that uninhibited side of you is something you've kept carefully locked away for far too long. The thrill of allowing it to run free, even for those fleeting moments, was intoxicating in its own right.

Perhaps that's part of what drew you to Tangerine in the first place - his own unapologetic confidence and daring bravado. He embraces his roguish charm wholeheartedly, not a shred of self-consciousness to be found.

A part of you longs to cultivate that same unrestrained spirit, to stop holding yourself back and hiding behind propriety. To truly allow yourself to live boldly, to take what you want without hesitation or apology.

As you lay in the plush hotel bed, you can't resist imagining how freeing it would feel to let that side loose once more. But this time, with no alcoholic filter - simply pure, emboldened desire guiding your actions.

The thought is as tantalizing as it is terrifying. Could you ever truly allow yourself such unrestrained indulgence? Or would you always be tempered by the nagging restraints of societal expectations?

One thing is certain - now that Tangerine has sauntered into your life, you have the distinct feeling those long-buried urges will only grow more persistent. And you can't deny, after the harrowing events of today, that a large part of you is eager to explore just how far you're willing to let them run wild.

Making a decision, you rise from the bed and make your way towards Tangerine's door, knocking lightly.

"Come in!"

You enter to find Tangerine hunched over a mirror, grimacing as he prods at a nasty cut on his cheekbone. Tiny shards of glass glisten in the wound.

"Everything alright?" you ask softly.

Tangerine glances over with a rueful smile. "Just a little souvenir from that bastard bucket-hat bloke. Nicked my face after jumping back on the train."

Without thinking, you move to his side, gently taking his chin to tilt his face towards the light. "Here, let me..."

You work carefully, utilizing all your focus to extract each sliver of glass, cleaning the wound thoroughly. Tangerine watches you intently, an unreadable look in his intense blue eyes.

"You've got a knack for this, love," he murmurs eventually. "Bit of a dab hand when it comes to patching people up."

You flush slightly at the praise. "Well...I used to be a nurse, actually." A pang of regret hits you. "Honestly, I should've offered to help with yours and Lemon's injuries earlier. I feel silly for not thinking of it."

Tangerine considers you for a long moment before speaking again, his voice lowered. "How'd you like to put those nursing skills to good use then? Properly, this time?"

You blink at him in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"Join up with me and my brother." Tangerine states it simply, as if it's the most logical thing in the world. "We could use someone with your...capabilities watching our backs. Keeping us in one piece."

He lets the suggestion hang in the air, letting you process it. When you don't immediately respond, he presses on.

"Don't sell yourself short, love. You handled yourself bloody well on that train when shit went sideways, and all while being tipsy. You've got a cool head and you're not afraid to get your hands dirty when needed."

A roguish grin plays across his lips. "And I don't know about you, but I certainly enjoyed the company."

You're stunned into silence, weighing his unexpected offer. Join them? In their line of work - whatever dangerous world that entails?

But even as apprehension swirls within you, you can't deny the thrill the idea sparks, the instinct to run headlong into this exhilarating unknown.

"What about money?" you blurt out, startled by your own daring even as the words leave your lips. "Your...jobs. How do they pay?"

If Tangerine is surprised by your interest, he doesn't show it. "Well enough to live more than comfortably, I can assure you. Probably more than that nursing gig of yours ever did."

His eyes burn with intensity. "Think it over, love. But I meant what I said - I'd love to have you by my side."

You search his gaze, seeing the barely concealed hope intermingled with that simmering confidence. You notice just how blue his eyes are In this moment, the choice is yours to make.

Taking a steadying breath, you meet Tangerine's stare head-on. "Alright. I'm in."

Tangerine's face breaks into a wide, genuine smile at your agreement to join him and Lemon, his eyes crinkling at the corners. For a fleeting moment, his typical bravado slips, replaced by an openness you've yet to witness from the assassin.

Then his gaze seems to catch on something - your hand, still gently cradling his jaw from cleaning his wound. A faint blush tinges his chiseled cheeks as the realization of your lingering proximity sinks in.

Clearing his throat, Tangerine averts his eyes, a hint of uncharacteristic bashfulness creeping into his tone. "That's, uh...that's great, love. I'm over the moon you're on board, truly."

He chances another glance your way, blue eyes burning with an intensity that steals your breath. "To be honest, part of me was terrified at the thought of never seeing you again after this job."

Tangerine lets out a rueful chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "Sounds daft, I know. But there's just...something about you."

His calloused fingers ghost along your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. "I've not felt this way about someone in a long time. Maybe fuckin' ever, if I'm being honest with myself."

You're stunned by his vulnerability, the raw openness he's allowing you to witness. Unconsciously, you find yourself leaning into his touch, drawn in by the flickering warmth in those azure depths.

"Tangerine..." you murmur, pulse fluttering wildly. "I...you have no idea how entranced I was by you from the moment I laid eyes on you on that train."

The words tumble forth in a rush, as if a dam has broken within you. "Those things I said when I was tipsy? It was all true - what I was thinking deep down but could never normal bring myself to voice. You're gorgeous, yes, but it's more than that. The way you carried yourself with such easy confidence, the charm mixed with that protectiveness..."

Your fingers trace the sharp line of his jaw reverently. "I've been enamored with you since I first saw you. And my friends could see it plain as day too. When I first heard you speak, my God... you could narrate audiobooks with that voice of yours. I'm serious. ."

Before you can continue, Tangerine surges forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. It's passionate yet achingly tender, his hand cupping the back of your neck to pull you flush against him. You melt into his solid frame, returning the heated embrace with equal fervor, all thoughts fleeing from your mind aside from the searing brand of his mouth on yours.

You pull on the strands of hair that meet his neck and he lets out a whine. He traces one of his hands down your spine, the coldness of his rings making you shiver. When you grind against his crotch, he's tearing himself away with a ragged groan, resting his forehead against yours. His chest heaves with each shuddering breath, eyes dark with want.

"Bloody hell, love..." Tangerine rasps hoarsely. "If you keep going on like that, I won't be able to resist taking you right here and now."

You let out a breathless laugh, emboldened by the fire igniting in your blood. "Well, I certainly wouldn't object to that course of action..."

He groans again, dropping his head to press scorching kisses along the slender column of your throat. "You're going to be the death of me, pet."

Nipping lightly at your racing pulse point, Tangerine rumbles against your skin. "How about you stay in here tonight? No point in you being relegated to your own room..."

His heated gaze meets yours, swirling with a molten promise that sets your heart pounding. In this moment, you know there's no force on earth that could make you deny him.

As he draws you towards the bedroom, your eyes catch on the well-worn books piled on his nightstand. "You read?" You can't help the hint of pleasant surprise coloring your voice.

Tangerine follows your line of sight, the hint of a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. "Suppose that's one of my little secrets, eh? Always enjoyed a good book, ever since I was young."

Settling onto the plush mattress, he pulls you into his side, trailing kisses along your shoulder. "Go on then, have a look. See if our tastes align at all."

You happily oblige, perusing the titles - a mixture of classics and modern works spanning countless genres. Unable to resist, you pluck out a beloved old favorite, flipping through the dog-eared pages with a contented smile.

"We may just be literary soulmates, Tangerine," you tease lightly. "Though...I have to ask. What draws a hardened assassin to the poetry of Dickinson and the wit of Shakespeare?"

For a moment, he's quiet, considering your question carefully. When he speaks again, his voice is tinged with a rare wistfulness.

"They're a connection to another world, I suppose. An escape, in their own way. A reminder that for all the brutality and darkness this life can bring...beauty and deeper meaning will always exist, if you know where to look for it."

The simple yet profound wisdom of his words steals your breath. Here is a side of Tangerine few ever glimpse - a man who has stared into the abyss yet still yearns for higher truth, for exquisite artistry amid the violence and chaos.

His fingers trail along your arm, raising gooseflesh in their wake. "Lemon finds the whole thing utterly baffling, of course. For me, books are my trains. He can't seem to fathom why I insist on lugging books everywhere we go. But to me..." A soft, crooked smile curves his lips. "Well, they're part of what keeps me human, I reckon."

In this quiet moment, something ineffable seems to click into place between you two. A deeper understanding, a sense of two souls intertwining with preternatural ease.

Cradling his face, you meet Tangerine's fervent gaze once more. "Then I hope you'll always have time for them," you murmur. "And I'll be here to help keep that part of you alive."

His reply is swallowed by another ardent kiss, filled with unspoken promise. For now, at least, the world beyond these four walls can wait.

@little-miss-dilf-lover @tange-my-rine @sebsbarnes @spookyspecterino @whatiswrongwithpeople @liukangsgirl @kiss-me-cill-me I hope you guys enjoy this as well!

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lovelytsunoda · 10 months

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his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room // mick schumacher

summary: she’s a woman with very specific taste. all she wants is to be worshipped, reminded of her worth, and mick is all to happy to use her as his altar.

pairing: mick schumacher x female reader

warnings: smut, mentions of anxiety (and it’s effect on orgasms), my sweet girl just wants to be loved (she’s just like me fr), mick doesn’t let her come until she tells him how pretty she is, she calls him ‘prince charming’, pretty girl has a pretty obvious praise kink, mick has a bit of a size kink.

“i wouldn’t say i’m a sub, exactly, but I do feel more comfortable with someone else guiding me.”

it was a conversation she had been dreading for weeks. a volatile conversation, if you will. she had no idea how mick would react, what he was going to say.

if he was going to decide that she wasn’t worth it.

but he was listening, so far so good, as she listed off everything she needed to feel safe, comfortable and loved in an intimate setting.

and by an intimate setting, of course she meant sex. words couldnt describe the anxiety that shot through her veins when she thought about the mere idea of having sex with the man in front of her. the man that made her feel like she was walking on clouds, like she was the most important person in the world.

“that’s okay, schatz.” mick encouraged, placing a comforting hand on her thigh. “i can guide you.”

she smiled, placing her hand on top of his. “you know how anxious I can get, and when that happens, when I get too deep inside my head during sex, it can be really hard to reach orgasm. which can be a little embarrassing sometimes.”

“that’s okay, too. hey, there’s no pressure to come, yeah? i just want to make you feel good, bring you as much pleasure as i can.”

“okay.” her voice was shaky as she cupped his face with her right hand. “the most important thing is that I feel loved, reminded that I’m beautiful and smart and wonderful. treat me like a princess, mick.”

“darling, you don’t deserve anything less.”

in a flurry of giggles and smiles, he scooped her up in his arms, carrying her through her home to her bedroom, painted its sunny shade a pale blue, the large disney castle painting hanging above her bed. he placed her down on the bed gently, kissing her softly before pulling back.

“you do whatever you need to get comfortable, darling. i promise I’ll be right here when you get back.”

she got to her feet with a smile, jaunting over to her closet and grabbing a hanger, holding it to her chest and trying to keep mick from peeking. she peered over her shoulder, telling him as much before ducking into the bathroom to change.

she fluffed up her hair, stripping down to her bra and underwear, frowning at the butterfly pattern in the mirror. the lavender butterflies didn’t match her heather gray panties.

fuck it, she told herself, taking off her bra before throwing on the pale pink satin button down, the hem barely covering her ass as she undid the top few buttons, the pendant of her tree branch necklace resting just a over her breastbone.

she spritzed herself with a bath and body works spray, a fun and playful scent, one that made her feel alive, beautiful.

mick couldn’t hide his gasp as he watched her walk back into the room, easing the door closed behind her.

“hi.” she exhaled with a laugh, leaning against the door, hair tousled and bare legs long as she stalked towards the bed.

“hi.” mick giggled, taking her hands and guiding her to straddle his thighs, hands gently caressing her thighs as he kissed her neck gently. “you’re so pretty. and you smell nice.” he hummed, gently blowing a raspberry against her skin.

she giggled, and he swore it was the most erotic sound he had ever heard.

“can I touch you, sweet girl?” mick asked, voice husky as he traced her curves through the fabric of her shirt.

she nodded, undoing the buttons and letting the fabric fall open, fabric hanging off her slender frame as mick took her breasts in his hands, massaging them and rolling her nipples in between his fingers.

“mickey;” she giggled “that tickles, babe.”

“your tits are so perfect, my love.” he hums, kissing her skin softly. “so soft. so round. so sensitive.”

she hummed, arching into him as he used the tip of his tongue to trace one of her stretch marks. her nails dig into mick’s shoulders, a high pitched whine leaving her throat as mick gently pulled one of her nipples into his mouth.

she moaned his name, all composure falling away at his touch as both hands moved to squeeze the globes of her ass, pulling her closer to him as she braced her hands on his chest, panting heavily.

mick flipped them over, cradling her against the mattress before he got up to shed his under armour shirt. a sizeable bulge was growing in his jeans as he leaned over her, skin to skin when he kissed her hard, tongue slipping into her mouth.

“you’re so beautiful, y/n.” he managed to say in between husky kisses against her lips, neck, jaw. “i just want to stay here all day and fucking worship you like i should, like every man should. because you’re my pretty girl. all mine to pamper and love and cherish.” mick groaned as he wrapped her legs around him, her bare breasts pressing against his chest. “I’ve got to have you, darling.” he sighed as he kissed up her neck, nibbling gently on her ear. “and I want you to know that I’m yours as much as you’re mine.”

“okay, prince charming.” she hummed, arching into him. “make me feel good, mickey. i need to feel you.”

mick sat back on his heels, gently pulling down her soaked cotton panties. she looked up at him with that face, that innocent yet desperate and dirty expression so wore as she but down in her lip in anticipation.

the moan she let out when mick kissed her soaking core was enough to make him want to come then and there, moaning against her lips as he eased his tongue inside of her.

“you taste like heaven, schatzi.” he groaned as she bucked her hips against him.

“oh, mick, just like that.” she whined, head thrown back as she clutched at the top of the pillow her head rested on. “worship me, mickey.” she whispered, eyes closed as mick held her thighs open, continuing to work her with his tongue.”

“that’s it, darling. ride my face, use me to make yourself feel good.” mick encouraged as she bucked her hips into his face, causing him to shift his grip, gripping her ass tightly with one hand as the motion of his nose running over her clit made her cry out.

“oh, fuck, mick!”

“that’s my good girl.” he moaned, plunging his tongue back into her. “so nice and wet for me. do you want my cock, princess? are you ready to be spoiled?”

“yes, mick.” she panted, a sheen of sweat covering her body as she fell back against the sheets. “please, i need you.”

“I’m right here, baby. right here.” mick said softly, kissing her forehead as he got up to strip down, discarding his jeans and boxers on the floor, rolling a condom over his rock-hard cock. “just lie back and let me spoil my pretty girl.”

she moaned, desperate and needy as mick began to slide inside her, a growl escaping from his throat as he gently slid inside, taking her hand in his and cradling it next to her head.

“so good for me, pretty girl. so perfect. so warm and wet and wonderful.” he hummed, kissing her forehead as she closed her eyes, chest rising and falling as she hummed, trying to get used to micks size. “you okay?”

“yeah. yeah, I’m alright. just nervous.”

“if you get anxious and feel like you can’t tell me, just tap my arm twice, okay? we can stop, grab some snacks, curl up and watch a movie if that’s what you want to do.”

“i love you.” she said softly, leaning up to kiss him. “what did I do to deserve you, mick schumacher?”

“you didn’t do anything, sweetheart. i should be asking what I did to deserve you.”

“mick?”

“yes, pretty girl?”

“you can move now.”

mick slowly pulled back, thrusting in gently to start, paying very careful attention to every twitch of her muscles, every breath she let out.

she looked so small, letting out little, breathy moans underneath him, nails digging into his biceps. her fingers couldn’t even wrap all the way around his muscles.

small but strong, he reminded himself as he thought about what must be running through her head, what anxious and intrusive thoughts she must be fighting.

he was proud of her.

“harder, mick. harder.” she begged, voice a high pitched whine as she pleaded with him.

he leaned down to kiss her, swallowing her moans as he picked up the pace, thrusting into her faster, harder and deeper. she whined against him, nails digging into his tanned skin hard enough to draw blood as he bit gently on her lip.

“fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good.” she moaned. “you’re so big.”

“only the best for my princess.” mick grunted, adjusting his position to go deeper, heart skipping a beat as she screamed his name. at first, he worried he’d hurt her, but the ‘fuck yes’ that followed her surprised shout was enough to reassure him that she was fine.

“yeah, yeah, I’m your princess, mickey.” she whined, a feeling that was nothing less than pure euphoria spreading through her body as she looked up at mick, eyes wide and hair matted to skin as she cling to his broad shoulders. “fuck me like I’m yours. the most important thing in your life.”

she’s never felt this treasured during sex before. the anxiety had started to ebb away as soon as mick put his lips on her cunt.

she had never been comfortable with the duality: how a man could be the sweetest most loving person on earth outside the bedroom, but would call a girl a slut and demand she get on her knees once the door was closed. and that was fine for some people, more power to them, she had decided, but it never worked for her. made her uneasy, let the negative thoughts in.

mick kissed up her neck, cradling her face with one hand and clutching at the sheets with the other. “yeah, you’re my beautiful beautiful girl. the one I love most.”

“i am, yes! oh, yes, i am, i am.” she could hardly form a sentence from how good mick made her feel, every thought turning to mush in her head.

“i need you to say it, pretty girl. i want you to tell me how pretty you are.”

“mick.” she whined, bucking her hips into his as he began to slow down.

“i need you to say it pretty girl. because only gorgeous gorgeous girls get to cum.”

“you’re mean.” she pouted, sticking out her bottom lip as mick laughed, leaning down to kiss her.

“I’m trying to get you to be more comfortable complimenting yourself.” mick reasoned, brushing her sweaty hair from her face. “i want you to love yourself the way that I do.”

“that’s actually shockingly sweet, mickey.” she smiled, running her thumb up and down his arm. “thank you.”

“anything for my pretty girl. now, let’s try this again.” he grinned mischeviously as he began so fuck her again, hips moving at a bruising pace.”

“yes, mick, I’m your beautiful girl.” she moaned. “I’m so fucking beautiful.”

mick groaned, feeling her walls clench around him as she hurtled towards her orgasm. “yes, yes you are, pretty girl. you’re my pretty girl. are you going to come for me, princess?”

“mick, i-i think-“

“it’s okay, darling.” he soothed, gently rubbing her clit with one hand, holding her hand with the other. “just breathe through it, I’ve got you. you’re safe with me.”

with a high-pitched whine and an arch of her back, hiding her face in micks neck as she squealed, she came undone around him, coating his cock as she fell limp in his arms, his lips kissing her skin softly as he reached his own high.

“that’s it, pretty girl. you did so well for me. lie down, I’ve got you. i know you’re overstimulated, just breathe.”

after his own climax, mick got to his feet, throwing out the condom and helping y/n out of her sweat-stained blouse and into her softest pajamas and a pair of playful cotton panties. he redressed in his boxers, sliding into bed and pulling her into his arms.

“how do you feel, schatzi?” mick asked softly, runnin his fingers through her hair. “how was I? was there anything you didn’t like or that felt overwhelming?”

she shook her head, yawning as she looked up at him through lidded eyes. “you were perfect.”

“i felt like the most beautiful girl in the world. the way I always feel when I’m with you”

tags

@luverboychris @meg-sturniolo @luvsturns

#sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo fluff #christopher owen sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris x reader #chris #Spotify

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camillescreations · 7 months

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I just need to talk about how much I adore Stede, especially in these new episodes. Yes, he's made mistakes, yes he's flawed, yes he can be a total bitch. But he's, in my eyes, just a really kind and sweet man, who's doing his best. Some of the things he's done have been undesirable, sure, but he is a traumatized and deeply insecure person who is just trying to find his place in the world. He's just trying to find something that makes him happy, that makes him feel fulfilled. Isn't that all anyone is after?

And then he finds that place on his ship with his crew. And Ed finds him and he falls in love for the first time. He meets someone he can share his life with. Someone he can laugh with, that loves him unconditionally and actually openly cares about his silly model ship and two chandeliers and his secret rooms. And that's all he wanted, really, on top of feeling like he belongs. And then he leaves because he feels like that was all in his head, that Ed couldnt possibly be happier with him around. The growth really starts to happen when he resolves the complicated family situation he created and sets out to find the love of his life. He spends the first episodes talking about finding Ed nonstop, taking whatever awful situations he was forced to be in if it meant it would bring him closer to reuniting with him.

Stede has grown so much since last season. He gives Lucius pretty solid advice all while admitting how much he messed up, and he always tries to keep a positive attitude for his crew (family), because he knows their situation sucks and he's trying to make the best of it. Because that's what Stede does, he hopes. And then he FINALLY gets back to the Revenge, only to find it in absolute ruins. His baby is destroyed, and he knows, deep down, who did it. And we know that hurts him. But that doesn't stop him from welcoming Blackbeard's group back with a smile on his face, asking for them to give him a straight answer as to where Ed is, because that's all he's thought about for months.

And then he sees the truth: Ed has been killed by his crew. Ed's body is there, clear as day, hidden away in the bowels of the Revenge. They lied to him. They killed his love, his reason for going back to sea, the person who has consumed his every waking thought, who has been in his dreams every night. Ed is gone; it was all for nothing.

But Stede doesn't scream. He doesn't shut down. He doesn't resort to violence or retaliation against his crew. Even when Izzy directly confronts him, he still doesn't take the bait. No, once he is shown the truth and realizes that there's no more talking it through with Zheng, that his crew will be killed unless something is done, this beautiful man sucks it up and formulates a very solid plan of escape. And he does it on his own!

Even though he knows that he's escaping to the Revenge, his home that won't feel like home anymore because Ed isn't there, he does it anyway, to keep the people he loves safe. Even Izzy, whom he absolutely loathes at this point in time. Stede never let his love for Edward or his grief overtake his love for his crew and his desire to get back the family he once had, all back on his beloved ship.

And it's only after they were all safe that he let himself grieve, going to visit Ed's body and lamenting about how he thinks he messed everything up. And it's such a beautiful moment when he grabs Ed's hand and realizes that his love isn't gone, that he still has hope. Ugh the man is just so wonderful.

I'm so excited to see how Stede grows as a person and a leader this season. He's already shown great strides in his character development. And Rhys Darby's acting is phenomenal. I loved every moment he was on screen. Especially when Stede was in anguish, and his more serious moments. I can't wait to see what the season has in store for my favorite guy!!!

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enposter · 1 year

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++ ENHYPEN's HYUNG LINE HAVING A CRUSH ON ANOTHER IDOL °.+*

pairing: idol!enhypen hyung line x idol!reader

warnings: none as i know of. maybe mention of getting stuck in an elevator, food mention

a/n: i didnt rlly know what to name this reaction this was the best i came up w 🥸 also im sorry hee and jays r much shorter i will make them longer next time

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

navigation.

lee heeseung — 이희승

i have a huge Huge feeling dude would Not know what to do 😭

esp if ur under hybe as well??? He would always see u in the hallways and would be so starstruck by ur beauty every single time so would you

poor baby would be too shy to start up a conversation with you and would end up longing from afar :(

BUT!!! you guys got stuck in an elevator together. while its not the most ideal situation to be in.

He!! Lee Heeseung!! had the chance to talk to you!!!!!

he was So gonna rub this in ni-ki's face bc little shit said he was never gonna balls up and start a convo 😒

and start a conversation he did

you guys ending up hitting it off and exchanged numbers <3

talking whenever and eating lunch together when you both can <3

imagine learning each others dances together :(( AFFGH

SINGING EACH OTHERS SONGS AAHHHH

the hybe family games together agshdjsjcj

after the hybe family games u guys are one of the cutest friendships in kpop and everyone loves you so much

sunghoon owes jake 10 bucks now since hee talked to you

park jongseong — 박종성

jay really just Screams friends to lovers to me it makes so much sense

you guys have been friends ever since you met at inkigayooo.

sunoo actually gave you a sandwich cause he was a huge fan of ur group wanting to be friends pleek TT

ANYWAYS,,, ur group and enha became close, seeing as you debuted around the same time and were all around the same age.

jay fell for you so easily, your humor and personality were charming, inviting. everything about you was perfect to him.

honestly you never really knew jay liked you because you thought he treated you like everybody else???

THAT IS !!!! until you heard the jakehoon talking abt it

you went complete 🚨🚨🚨 /pos maybe like 🚨😮🥰🚨

YOU NEEDED TO KNOW IF THIS WAS SERIOUS??? obviously who wouldnt need to know if jay liked them???

you never thought of him in that way. but it just felt so right when you did

you didnt wanna push so you just sat not so calmy with this newfound information until you couldnt hold it in anymore.

safe to say, you two are partners and so are happy <3

sim jaeyun — 심재윤

jakey jakey jakey jakeyyy

your group had debuted before enha and niki was a huge fan because WOW?? UR DANCING SKILLS?? out of this WORLD

niki soon introduced ur group to sunoo, sunoo introduced it to jake and jake introduced it so Everybody.

he was just so captivated by you. ur vibe everything about you was just so interesting to him.

he spent the first whole night he learnt abt ur group binging video and compilations of you.

jakey was a hardcore fanboy now

everything was fine and he was fanboying alone until you both were promoting at the same time

poor puppy was a Mess.

remember how he was looking at the wall instead of wony? yeah thats him but 2007382 worse because his ears are so red from looking at you One time.

but somehow !! someway !! he mustered up the courage to talk to you

cue kissin u by miranda cosgrove sparks fly its like electricity i might die when i forget how to breathe you get closer and theres nowhere in this world id rather be

you thought he was so cute because he was so sweet and shy talking to you. and you!! YOU!!! gave him!! your number🥰

jakey would send you dog videos any chance and if ur a cat person he'd send cute cat videos too but mostly dogs aka layla

itd be kinda hard to hangout since ur in different companies but you guys facetimed any chance you could get

AGGH i love sim jake so much i might cry

and

"baby did you know that i was a huge fan of you and ur group! :D thats why i came and talked to you"

"i know jakey" "HOW????" "riki told me"

absolute betrayal noises he'd be so dramatic goodness

park sunghoon — 박성훈

i feel like he first saw you at music bank since he was an mc

your group was promoting ur new cute concept mini album and goodness

you were just. So. Cute.

absolutely melted but kept quite composed yk how it is professional things

hoon would talk abt u all the time but would Not make a move toward actually talking to you. smh

our wonyoung and enha were actually the ones who pushed him to Say Something

so one day on ur groups last day of promoting wony gave sunghoon a stern look and Bro Booked it trying to find you

he was looking around, out of breath from running and didnt even notice that he bumped into and knocked you over

was so extremely flustered

he did help you up tho like the gentleman he is <3

apologized profusely would not stop until he literally made you push him over also 😭

you just tapped him cause ??? why would you push him over pls

you guys did not exchange numbers cause hoon was too flustered to do anything and bowed and walked into a wall away

you guys will be pushed together again one day i promise you

You just have to ask for his number next time <:]

enposter @ tumblr | 2022

#enhypen fanfiction #enhypen x idol reader #enhypen x reader #lee heeseung #lee heeseung x reader #park jongseong #park jay #park jay x reader #park jongseong x reader #sim jake #sim jaeyun #sim jaeyun x reader #sim jake x reader #park sunghoon #park sunghoon x reader #enhypen hyung line #enhypen reactions #enhypen headcanons

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wewanttofu-kanimeboys · 10 months

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Neji x Monster!Reader

I stayed up until 11pm to ensure this was posted on Neji's birthday. So happy birthday Neji! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: tentacles, egg impregnation, eggpreg

“I’m home,” you called as you entered the home and took off your shoes.

“In the Kitchen,” Neji called. You found your husband preparing dinner for the two of you. The two of you had married as soon as Neji was of age. The two of you had secretly been together for years and Neji wanted to get out of the Hyuga component. You had a quiet ceremony and moved into a home on the edge of the Nara distinct. The Hyugas weren't precisely supportive but interested in having Hyuga hybrids. The two of you convinced Hiashi to agree that any future kids would not be sealed as no one could say if the seal would be safe for a hybrid, something that was a relief to Neji. “That took longer than you were told. Was there something wrong?”

“Uh, Kind of.” You took a seat at the table. “Kids are going to be sooner than we were expecting.”

“Okay,” Neji sat next to you. “We didn't know when you would need to breed. It's not so surprising. Do you know how soon?”

“Roughly two weeks, I’ve already started growing eggs,” you said. You had spent most of the day being poked, prodded, and examined along with the rest of your siblings.

“That's not so bad. We’ll have to start getting prepared for breeding and get ready for the kids.” Neji nodded. “We should have enough time to clean the spare room.”

“Are you nervous?” you laid your head on his.

Neji was quiet for a bit, “I'm nervous about being pregnant.”

“That's reasonable.” you smiled at him. “I feel bad for my siblings. Only a few of them are dating right now and it's really out of nowhere for them.”

“We didn't expect it to happen so soon.” Neji nodded, “They’ll have to find someone to mate.”

“I already have you and you be a great parent for our children,” you kissed him gently. Neji was not one for public affection so you took every opportunity you had. Neji blushed and leaned into your arms. “I love you so much,”

“I love you too,” Neji smiled softly. “Let's eat,”

You got the sharp pains a week later and you knew it was only a matter of time. You curled up in your shared bed, piling as many blankets around and on you as you could, and just tried to sleep through the pain. You were woken up late by Neji

“Hey, you're sweating. Are you okay?” Neji felt your forehead. You leaned into his hand. He was very cool to the touch.

“It's starting,” You said softly. Neji nodded and helped you into the bath. He filled the bath with cool water to cool you down. “Thanks, that's nice.”

“You should have sent me a message. I could have come home early.” Neji sighed.

“I didn't want to take you from your students. I just slept most of the day.” You melted into Neji’s hands as he washed you.

“Don't be a fool. You should have gotten someone to watch over you.” Neji scolded you. He got you out of the bed and cuddled up in the bed.

You smiled triedly, “Can you cuddle me?”

“Yes, love,” Neji smiled softly. “Let me get us dinner first.”

“Alright,” you sighed.

You spent the next week in bed with Neji caring for you. The day your eggs were ready, you could really tell why you knew it was time but you did. You had woken up in the middle of the night and just watched Neji sleep next to you. You didn't want to wake him but you weren't sure you could wait till the morning. You started running your tentacles over neji’s clothes, waking him up. “Is it time?”

“Ya, sorry. I didn’t want to wake you. I couldnt help myself.” You gasped as Neji started stroking one of your tentacles.

“Oh, I have a surprise for you.” Neji blushed.

“What do you mean?” you asked intrigued. He pulled his clothes and revealed lingerie. You were practically salivating over him. “Wow!”

“You like it?” Neji blushed.

“You are absolutely devourable.” You licked your lips and your tentacles ran over Neji. “I’m going to ruin you~!”

Neji moaned as a tentacle pushed into him. You started stretching him out as you explored his chest with your mouth. He moaned under you. “You can tear them off~”

“Ya~? But you look so good in them.” You moaned. Neji gasped as you entered a second tentacle into him. You couldnt hold ytorself back anymore and tore the underwear off of him as your ovipositor tentacle latched on.

“Oh~, kami, youre so sexy when your rough like this.” Neji moaned. “More~”

You started sucking on his neck as your opvipositor suucked harder and your tentacles thrusted harder. Neji came hard and you just kept sucking. You contiunued to use Neji until he was a twitching overstimulated mess. The two of you fell asleep still tangled together. The next two day, you milked Neji over and over again, barely giving him a moment of rest.

“Eat up, Neji. the eggs are dropping and you need your strength.” you tried to coaxs an overstimulated and exsausted Neji into eating. You managed to get him to eat a few bites and drinking some water before letting him rest.

“Love, is it time?” Neji mumbled.

“Not yet, get some sleep,” you laid with him and fell asleep as well. You woke up with the urge to implant your eggs. You couldnt hold yourself back as you suck your ovipositor tentacle deep in him,

“Oh~, its time?” Neji moaned as he was open up.

“Ya~, Kami, you're amazing. It feels so good~” you gasped as you thrusted your tentacle deep in him. “The first egg is coming~,”

“Give them to me~,” Neji moaned. He let out a soft moan as he felt the egg probing his entrance. You stroked his cheek and kissed him softly as the egg started pushing into him. It was almost halfway in as it pressed against his prostate and sent waves of pleasure through his entire body that just got stronger as the egg continued to press against it. He came hard onto his chest as his vision went starry.

“This is so weird.” you said stroking his stomach. You could feel the egg heavy in his abdomen. He laid his hand on his abdomen and could feel the egg slightly protruding.

“Ya, thats going to be a baby,” Neji said in wonder. You smiled at him.

“We’re starting a family.” you stroked his stomach. The two of you took a few minutes to rest before the next egg started dropping. You dropped another 7 eggs in him, each egg ruining him more and more. When the last egg dropped, Neji was a twitching, sobbing mess underneath you.

“Kami, i wish i could do this to you every day, youre so sexy.” you moaned as the last egg started pushing into him. Neji twitched violently as another orgasm riped through him, giving out meek moan. You watched in hunger as he rode out his last orgasm.

Once the egg was fully implanted, you wrapped him up burrito style in a warm blaket, letting him rest. You cradle him close waiting for the eggs to fully attached. Neji had slept for a solid twelve hours before waking up.

“How many eggs did you implant?” Neji hummed still exsausted.

“Nine,” you smiled at him. “Want a bath?”

“As long as you wash me and dry my hair.” Neji smiled.

“Of course,” you smiled at him and carried him to the bathroom. You sat him on the edge of the bath and started running the water. Neji stroked his protruding stomach.

“How does it feel?” you asked.

“Weird. I wasn't expecting them to be so heavy,” He chuckled. Once the tub was ready you sat with Neji in the middle of your legs. He melted into you lap as the warm water helped his muscles relax. “This is great.”

“We cant stay in here too long. You still need to eat.” you started washing him. Neji let out a moan as you washed his hair.

“Thats great,” Neji moaned. You chuckled and rinsed the shampoo out of his hair. You quickly washed yourself as well and got the two of you dried of. It took you a few minutes to find Neji a shirt that would fit and got him dressed. You took your time blowdrying his hair and Neji almost fell asleep again.

“You have to carry me to the Kitchen. My legs still feel like jelly.” Neji sighed.

“I’ll happily carry you everywhere until you gave birth.” you smiled and scoped him up with a yelp.

#eggpreg #monster!reader #Sub!Neji #GN!Reader

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reinerswarrior · 6 months

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Your drabbles are amazing, thank you! Do you have any headcanons for a situation where Reiner's S/O does't want kids and how he deals with it ?

Reiner Braun Wants A Baby Headcannons

Reiner Braun loved You very much and nothing could change the way you two loved each other and children were always the last things on your mind as you lived your life and strengthened your relationship with your partner .

Reiner Braun always made life fun, and he was such a unique lover… You noticed the way he would look at you and then way he would talk, especially in bed. He would lean in and kiss you and ramble when he would get closer to finishing. You loved the way he would say whatever and whine when he was about to cum.

Reiner always brags about being able to breed you, fill you up with his kids.. Make you a parent no matter what happened. His nails digging into your hips and squeezing hard as if he was going to blow away. You always clenched around him and moan loudly, the action always making him slip over the edge but then he would usually pull out on his own and cover your ass with his cum Reiner soon changed, he would begin to hesitate when he got close to his end, whispering in your ear what a pretty parent you would make and how many pretty babies he could give you, but somehow not just to make you feel hot and bothered but for another reason.

Reiner would stare a bit too longingly at parents in public, always pointing out to you how cute the outfit the child was wearing or how chubby thier cheeks were and you would agree, making him smile down warmly at you as his golden eyes shined into yours brightly and his tongue would run over his lips as a thoughtful expression would cross his face but you tried to ignore it

Reiner eventually had to have the news Broken to him when one night you two were getting intimate together in bed and he had your legs pinned up to your shoulders as he stared down at you, his rambling starting up again as his pace stuttered and that was when he begged you to let him finish inside of you.

Reiner would pull his best puppy dog eyes on you even when you told him it wasnt safe, He spilled to you that he wanted a family.. He wanted to grow a life with you but then when you ran your hands through his hair and told him no, His eyes would droop in disappointment and it was so great for him that his hands drop your legs and then you would look up at him as his lips twitched but his hips rolled gently.

Reiner would listen to you as your hands would run through his hair, sex now forgotten while you focused on speaking with your boyfriend. You would explain nicely how you werent ready yet as you cradle his cheeks in your hands while you coo at him and tell him its not him, its you.

Reiner would wrap his arms around you and pull you into such a tight loving embrace that made you feel nothing less than warm and safe in his hold as his body shakes.

Reiner would lowly speak to you and tell you not to worry about it and that he loved you, assuring you that he would wait until the end of time to make a family with you or even if you never wanted one then he would still be happy as long as he was able to be happy with you.

Reiner would whimper and Tears would come to both parties eyes when they both would realize how much they loved each other and then you would kiss him and his lips would be so soft against yours, those pouty lips with the roughness of his scruff against your face.

Reiner would smile at you and the next morning he would wake you up with plenty of cuddles and kisses as if nothing had happened but as he took you again that morning he couldnt resist whispering in your ear

"If you ever change your mind…Let me know… I wont ever hesitate to give you my baby~"

#reiner+smut #reiner braun smut #reiner smut #reiner braun #reiner x reader

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baby-xemnas · 7 days

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heavy breathing and sweating thinking of bepo chained up with tears in his eyes getting interrogated .whimpering and trying not to cry but hes a big baby and he hates pain and the whole time he just thinks of how he has to make law proud he has to get through it for captain....... post reunion law seeing all bepos injuries from it and giving him the most tender reverent massage and sexing in the world to reassure him hes Here and no one will hurt him anymore. im ill

ill draw chained up bepo at some point for SURE

but for now - imagining bepo surprising even himself that he is doing a good job enduring pain and that reacting with steel determination came so naturally - surprised but only because its the first time they ended up in a situation like that! stupid alliance with too many unknown variables - if it was up to their captain taking the lead this would never happen....but for his honor theyll endure.

i love how bepo is only cute around law and in any other situation hes very much a proper pirate....he had some choice words to say to his captors i have no doubt

in my head you know that law is so cool and bepo is so undemanding - law will be so calm about taking care of bepo, not visibly upset (he doesnt want to worry bepo, especially then when bepo is safe with him) just Peak Rational tending calmly to bepos wounds. he is weighting in his options of how to praise him...law is very grateful that him just being Strong (and cool) is what brings bepo happiness and comfort so he doesnt even have to go out of his way to do anything for him...they just work when they are together

its nuts that hawkins probably saw the MOST of laws reaction (penshachi too) - when they all were in the immediate danger (but especially bepo) after the fact (and even when he comes out of his cell) law is collected.

they are so precious about each other they are both thinking "im ashamed i ended up in the situation and made you worry/im ashamed i couldnt prevent it and you got hurt, you are my responsibility" so instead of saying these things out loud - they both know how the other is feeling - they do their best to move on asap.

and so he will be when treating bepo and caressing him, say he is checking if anything is broken (he has Scan for that) and smiles so soft and loving when bepo giggles after a ticklish spot gets stroked...

Bepo melting in his hands as usual (as usual!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️) its the most wonderful thing in the world and makes them both forget that anything bad ever happened

edit: im dumb and chronologically law couldnt be the one to treat him but im too sleepy and lazy to rewrite it so just ignore that inconsistency thanks

#anonymous #lawbepo #unfocused rambling im falling asleep

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insect-library · 2 months

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Little Angel☆

Chapter 2!

Little!angel x cg!husk

Notes: sorry its taken a bit, ive been a little unmotivated butttt i got this donnneeee. Anyways tell me if yall notice anything i messed up with here lolll

Word count: around 500?? Its shorter bc i was tired loll

Itd been around a week since angel had his mini breakdown, and talked to husk about agere. He hadnt fully endulged in the habit yet, only occasionally letting himself regress to calm down. He did truly want to try it as a full thing, but didnt know how to start. He started to think about this right as he walked into work, finding val and his coworkers looking at him.

"Where the fuck have you been?!"

Valentino yelled, he was definitely already pissed off. And angel probably just made it so much worse.

"I got stopped on my way here! Some asshole wanted a picture."

Angel was lying through his teeth, and hoping val couldnt tell, though he knew it wouldnt matter.

Val yelled until they were already late to start filming, and the work night went on as usual. Which just happened to be horribly.

Angel finally got to go home, tired and stressed. He decided this was the time to start this age regression thing seriously, and see if it helped at all when done on purpose.

"Im homee!" Angel yelled, knowing nobody was up. It was late, and they all most likely had work waiting for them in the morning.

"Angel?"

Husk walked slowly and sleepily out of his room, into the main front room of the hotel.

"Oh.. uh.. i didnt know youd be up."

Angel was caught off guard by him, but not upset. He needed him anyways.

"Hey uh.. husk. Would you do me a favor?"

Angel was nervous, but this was needed.

"Yknow that regression thing ya talked about? Could you.. help me get into that a bit more?" Angel sat for a second, shaking out of anxiety

"Of course you dont have to if you-"

"I wouldnt mind it."

Husk interrupted what he knew would spiral into apologies for no good reason, he was eager to help, he didnt need convincing.

Angel sat confused for a second, he didnt know what to expect but it sure wasnt such a quick answer.

"Urh uh.. okay! We could uhh.. hang out. And play.. with my stuffies.."

Angel was trying his best to get his words out without stuttering or shaking too horribly.

After getting into angels room, he headed straight to his pile of stuffed animals and immediately calmed down. He felt his anxiety leave for a minute, a calming, amazing feeling that he was only just now getting used to. He tried to get words out about his stuffies and their names to husk, but all that came out was happy laughter and little squeals.

Husk was shocked to see him like this, not in a bad way, he loved seeing angel so happy. It gave him comfort knowing angel had a way to decompress when it was needed.

Angel didnt see any problems in this moment. All he saw was his closest friend and his wonderful stuffies, he knew he was safe and he could open up. He finally gave up his doubt about his regression, and knew he was safe.

#angel dust #beginner writer #fanfic #hazbin hotel #husker #huskerdust #sfw agere #sfw fanfic #hazbin fanfic #hazbin hotel fanfic #fan content #hazbin hotrl angel #fandom fanfic #fandom agere

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ivanzplaid · 2 years

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Hiii I have a request and I’m sorry if I sent it in before and forgot I have a bad memory. Can I have head cannons for The Grabber, Rz or Og Michael Myers, Otis Driftwood and Vincent Sinclair with an s/o who covers their mouth when they laugh or smile because they’re insecure about how their smile looks? Kinda specific I know but I just wanted to request it. Thank you

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you didn't so dont sweat it, and i love this!! i had braces when i was younger & getting retainers affected my smile sm, was very conscious about what i looked like, so this is def comforting to write smh

requests r open, masterlist is up!

Slasher x ( Self Conscious ) Gn Reader Hcs!!

Warnings: Language, Comforting ( ish ) Slasher Bfs

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The Grabber

he took you, he wants all of what you have to offer

he believes he has the right to see every part of you, the more about you he learns, the more he falls for you

it takes him a few days to notice, you could be spending time w him in the basement & let out a laugh, and when he goes to see your gorgeous smile he notices you instinctively went to cover it

confused, but maybe it was a reflex?

he wants to see you when he makes you happy, he loves the validation, so he picks up the next few times your smile is blocked

eventually he figures it out, and of course is very confrontational

"Why do you hide your little smile around me?"

he will sit down in front of you and hold your shoulder, doing his best to be comforting

of course it may come off intimidating with the masks but he does his best for you

if you choose to open up about it, he shakes his head and cups your jaw, whispering to you everything he loves about you and how youre nothing short of glorious to him

his compliments and praises may be odd, he is a very peculiar man so expect some abnormal yet concerned words of affirmation

he will do his best to say how he loves what you look like after youve told him, he wants to see what youve got to offer

overall 9/10, he loves you in his own way, definitely odd but thats fine because he means every word

"It's not perfect, I don't want you to think any less of me."

"But I think it's perfect, and that's the only thing that matters."

Og Michael Myers

unlike the grabber, it may take a bit longer than a few days to notice when you aren't showing your smile or laugh

he is constantly on the move, so when he slows down to spend time with you, youll most likely be talking or watching a movie together, getting in the quality time

whenever a funny scene comes up he can hear your laughter, but when he looks to your direction he doesnt see the normal look, he sees your hand covering your mouth

the first time he doesnt think too much about it, you dont question him when he does his stuff, why bother you and your stuff

however, he starts to pick up on it more after noticing it once, even if he doesnt show it he likes your presence, he wants to see your range of feelings because it makes him content

after a while, he becomes his version of concerned, lingering around you longer, staring at you, he knows somethings off

eventually the next time you go to cover your mouth, he firmly ( but safely ) grasps your hand, preventing you from hiding your laughter or smile

he doesnt need a reason that you hide it, but if youd like to tell him you can

hes firm in the sense that he wants to see you when you two are together

isnt very physically affectionate initiating wise, but this is one of the few things that if your insecure about, will let you know he does not care

he couldnt care less about what you look like, he still cares for you the same

overall 7/10, a but strange in the ways he cares but still efficient

Otis Driftwood

lord he picks up on it right away

"What the fuck 'er ya doing? Let me see those pearly whites."

he loves to hear you laugh and your smile makes him slyly grin, so hes snarky when you hide it

he doesnt understand why youd want to hide something be sees as perfect

will swat your hand away to see you

if you choose to tell him why youre hiding it, he will say that 'thats bullshit' and how you dont need to worry around him or the family

if a victim says anything about it for any reason, whether you knew it or not, he would make the remaining life they have torture

if his family ever did say anything, he would yell or curse them out, scolding them if they didnt know

the family loves you a lot so i wouldn't worry abt it

otis himself praises you from time to time, reminding you of how good you look, and you will start receiving comments on your smile

overall 8/10, his comments will definitely be a mix of sexual & non sexual but he loves you at the end of the day, and your smile still warms his heart

"Sexy, do me a favor and move your fuckin' hand so I can see that gorgeous smile of yours!"

Vincent Sinclair

a man of few words has a great sense of observation

he loves to have you around while he works, so there may be an old radio around, or a book youre reading ( to yourself or to him, he enjoys your company )

you mightve found yourself admiring his art, or just him in general, seeing him attentive to you even as hes got work

he glances over to you to see why youve stopped reading, and he sees your hand over your fave as you just adore him, and the first time he thinks its just more comfortable that way, he feels loved that youre content with just being in silence

but whenever you two are out ( occasionally ) or sharing moments, he sees you shield your mouth a lot, and he tries to put two and two together

he may be nervous that something is seriously wrong, or that hes done something, but after discussing it with his brothers, he starts to suspect something else

he loves to look at you, he considers you art by how extravagant you are

the next time you go to hide your laughter, he gives you a concerned look & asks in asl if youre alright

you may be reluctant to tell him at first, but he is the most comforting & patient man youll ever meet

he nods and listens excellently as you work through it

he knows how to comfort you well, if youre alright with it and youve been together a while, he will hold you and let you confine in him

he knows solace well, and if its his s/o whose distressed, he will put aside work just to comfort you

knows what it feels like to be conscious about your face / self, he listens to what you may need

overall 10/10, excellent excellent experience and you two grow closer after it, amazing boyfriend fr

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i love writing hcs sm, and i love a refreshing variety of slashers to cleanse myself, theyre all so good :)

requests r open, masterlist is up!

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