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iliektehhaxs · 5 months

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One Year Later

Summary: You decide to surprise your boyfriend for your first year anniversary, needless to say he enjoys your gift very much.

Tw: Public sex, MDNI. Read on Ao3 Credits for dividers go to @cafekitsune

It’s been a year since you’ve met your boyfriend for the first time, the stars must have aligned in your favor because you’re still wondering how the hell you managed to catch his attention.

Not once did you ever think he was paying attention to you, the girl sat in the back with her nose buried in whatever novel is trending. Hell, the only reason you even noticed him is because it was impossible not to, he looked straight out of a romance novel, broad in all the right places with a jawline set in stone. But he also looked like he could kill you if he stared long enough.

He’d show up each week to order coffee, along with two equally large men in tow. Your attention only piqued after you noticed they kept returning, and after a couple weeks you overheard them bickering, the one with the scorpion tattoo referring to them as brothers.

Honestly, even if you never had a chance to meet them before, they sure argued like it.

Just watching them was entertaining, even if you did feel a bit guilty about staring. You’d pretend like you weren’t of course—

“You know, if you want to say something you could just ask.”

—but you suppose you weren’t as subtle as you thought.

You nearly scream in shock, barely covering your voice as one of his brothers suddenly appears at your side.

“Oh! I’m sorry about that,” he apologizes, holding his hands up in surprise. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I apologize.”

Whether or not he meant it didn’t stop your sudden rise in heart rate. “Nearly gave me a heart attack…“

He smiles sheepishly. “I suppose I deserve that. But really I’m here on behalf of my brother.”

The young man, who introduced himself as Tomas, sat next to you gleefully and mentioned that his brother had his eyes on you for a while. Apparently he was simply too shy to talk to you, a statement you heavily doubted.

“Shy? Him?” You ask, eyeing the scowling man from across the room. “You sure we’re talking about the same person?”

“I’m certain of it. He might look intimidating but he’s honestly not as bad as people think.”

You raise your eyebrow.

“...Okay, maybe he can be a bit intense at times, but I’m serious! I’ve grown up with him my whole life, he doesn’t have many interests but I’m telling you now: He likes you. The only reason he comes here anyway is to see you—“

“Tomas.”

It feels like the temperature drops a couple degrees. You’re not sure when the larger man started listening in to your conversation, but Tomas is quick to leave, meaning you’re now face to face with this very tall stranger for the first time. You want to greet him, but the frown on his face deters you.

“Pay him no mind, my fool of a brother is far too talkative for his own good,” he says, glaring at the young man's fleeting form. “Do not listen to him.”

Deciding that you might as well take your chances, you blurt out: “Is it true?”

He looks at you once, twice, trying to decipher your words. After a moment of thought, he speaks.

“What if it was?”

Your heart flips. “Well, if it was, I would ask you to sit down? If you want to, that is.”

You nearly do a double take when he does. He introduces himself as Bi-Han, and once you pick your jaw from the floor you introduce yourself, trying to push your nerves to the side before you scare him away. Hell, you're still trying to register the fact that he’s actually here, talking to you.

If you paid attention, you’d see his brothers smiling from outside the store.

A conversation turned into two, then three. Neither of you notice his brothers leave the store, and the only indicator that time has passed is when the store manager kindly informs you that they’re going to close the shop soon. The sunlight slowly fades through the windows, and you both agree that you enjoyed each other’s company.

The next day you show up, and an hour later he did too, and so the cycle repeated until it was an unspoken rule that every week you’d show up and talk to your heart's content. Sometimes it would be about the most mundane things, other times you'd share bits and pieces about your lives. That’s how you learned about his lifestyle as a biker, how he inherited his fathers name and his gang, how he and his brothers are basically micro celebrities in the biker space, and out of pure curiosity you asked if he could take you riding one day.

Stoic as you’ve seen him, it’s the first time you actually see him smile, unburdened and unrestrained. “I can, should you wish for it.”

That same day was a first for the both of you; It was the first time Bi-Han let someone ride with him, the first time you’d ever gotten on a motorcycle, and the first time you found out what his lips felt like against your own.

It’s been a year since and you two are happier than ever, so you decided that in honor of your first year a celebration was in order, an idea that Bi-Han was more than welcome to entertain.

What you didn’t tell him was the pretty little number you’d bought just for your date. One reservation later (all of which was paid with his card, of course) and you’re ready to surprise your boyfriend.

His arrival is announced by the roar of his engine, the familiar view of his sleek bike slowing down at the curb and coming to a full stop. One leg over the other he gets off, pulling his helmet to reveal his face, a hum of approval as he strides towards you.

"I see you went shopping."

A warmth fills your chest at his approval, heartbeat picking up speed when he comes closer. Hungry eyes linger on your chest, the sweetheart neckline doing little to hide your cleavage before moving further down, from the curve of your body to where the dress stops just short of your mid-thigh. He plays with the bow at the front between two fingers, approving of what he sees with a tilt of his head.

“Do you like it?”

It’s a naive question in hindsight, but you ask anyway. He shakes his head, a smug little curve at the edge of his lips.

“Don’t ask questions you know the answer to.”

You can't help the grin that spreads across your face.

"I should hope so,” you whisper. “I bought it for you."

"For me?" he replies, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "I'm flattered."

His voice drops an octave, a sound nearly as rumbling as the engine of his motorcycle. His eyes still haven't left the hem of your dress.

He sighs and finally looks back at your face. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this…distracted before.

“I suppose that I should repay your gift in kind.”

Bi-Han is not one for PDA, so it's a surprise when he pulls you in close. Even more shocking is when you can feel his desire against your thigh, and it only makes you excited for what lies in store. The anticipation sits heavy on your chest.

As he pulls you closer to the curb you think to yourself that this dress was more than worth the price.

"Bi-Han," You ask, stopping just short of the bike. "I thought we had a reservation—"

"Forget the date," he growls, picking up his helmet. "If you don't want me to take you right this second, get on."

You didn't need to be told twice.

You don't miss how roughly he handles you onto the backseat, your arms instinctively wrapping around his torso as he gets on. The hard muscle underneath his black shirt is pulled taut at your touch, as if your very fingertips burn, growing tighter when those same fingers wander even further, just barely teasing at the line of his belt.

“Be careful where you place your hands dear.” he says.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” you reply.

You don’t see his face under his helmet, but you can hear his laughter, no, feel it as he presses the ignition.

“You’ll soon find out.”

A moment later and the engine roars to life. Your hands stay right where they are.

At the third red light your hand moves to his thigh and you hear him groan in response.

Minutes later Bi-Han pulls over.

And now—

He grabs you with both hands and pulls you away to the nearest alleyway. Only minutes away from his house and he holds you against the stone wall, swallows your complaints between his lips and hisses between clenched teeth.

Couldn’t wait any longer.

Impulsive and impatient, two words he’s never associated himself with, but how else could he describe his current state? Making out in an alleyway, grinding against each other like a pair of hormonal teenagers, how you shiver under his touch and let him play with you to his heart's content. You make him feel like this, the pretty girl that caught his eye at a coffee shop of all places. You make him feel—

“Fuck,” he moans, pressing his erection against your thigh. “God—”

You swallow his noises greedily, fingers framing his chiseled face as his tongue slips past your teeth. Exploring, claiming, a kiss that leaves you boneless in his hold, grabbing at his shirt to keep steady.

“This—” Bi-Han grunts against the seam of your lips. “—is your fault.”

He’s not wrong.

You simply can’t help yourself, like a kid in a candy store. A curiosity that bleeds from you, raw and unchained. When you saw the garment hanging on the rack your first thought wasn’t how good it would look on you, but how Bi-Han would react when he saw you in it.

Your imagination does no justice to reality.

You couldn’t help yourself—from the moment he walked onto the curb you know you had him hooked. You even wore your nicest lipstick, the one that draws him closer to you, the one you know he loves to kiss you in because it tastes like cherries.

The same shade that’s currently smeared on both your lips.

Your lips curl into a smile, provocative. “I know.”

A wolf masquerading as a sheep. You think maybe he likes that about you.

He mumbles against your skin when he grinds his thigh between your own. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” He huffs, lips at the column of your neck.

Your soft chuckle is answer enough.

A noise escapes him as well, something between a moan and a laugh. “Just what am I to do with you?”

As cold as he may seem you know Bi-Han to be anything but. The care he puts forth towards you makes you feel safe, secure, a tenderness that is ever-present. He’ll hold you close, whisper sweet nothings before showing you just how much you mean to him.

This is not that. This is something else entirely.

Possessive in all aspects, his touch akin to a hunter who’s finally caught their prey. His desire morphs into a hunger, a craving that can only be satisfied by you. He chases your lips, biting lightly as his large hand squeezes at your neck, holding you in place. He explores the inside of your mouth, tongues dancing in sync, groaning when your lips part further and he’s allowed to indulge in your taste.

It’s so much different than his usual pace. Any other day he’d be content to pick at you piece by piece, watch you fall apart in his hands as he watches. Calculated, tactical even, but this is anything but.

It’s sloppy, and you love every second of it.

All spit and tongue, he holds your face with both hands and breathes you in until his lungs burn for air and even then he holds you close, barely a second apart before he dives back to taste your kiss-bruised lips.

“So beautiful,” he sighs, forcing you to look up at his lust-blown eyes. “and all mine.”

You nod shakily before his mouth descends on you once more.

He mouthes greedily at the skin your attire so graciously presents to him, teeth nibbling at the swell of your breasts until your skin is littered with his mark. Your fingers run through his silky black locks, hair falling to his shoulders as you guide his head closer and bite back the noises that threaten to spill from your lips.

Various shades of red bloom against your supple skin, some becoming a shade of purple you’ve come to associate with the stoic biker. Proud of his work, wandering hands move lower until they play with your hemline, reaching until they palm the inside of your thighs, possessive. Eventually he pulls away, staring you down with lust-blown eyes. They fall to your face, to your legs, and back again.

"Bend over,” He says urgently. “Let me see you.”

You do so without a second thought, turning to face the wall behind you. Slowly you present yourself, raising your dress with a shake of your hips, letting the warm summer breeze graze over your exposed ass. For a moment you become worried; you're in public, anyone could see your current state of undress, the way your legs happily part for your boyfriend.

Any doubts you have are soon quelled by Bi-Han's touch. The excitement far outweighs your anxiety.

His large hand reaches to caress your backside, playfully pulling and snapping your underwear against your skin. You gasp at the sting, only to sigh in content when his fingers prod at the wet spot that sticks to your sex, drinking in the sight of his fingers glistening with slick.

You wish you could see Bi-Han, because the noise he lets out is filthy.

“This wet already, and I’ve barely touched you...” he says lowly. “Tell me, was this your plan all along? To tempt me?”

His fingers press a little harder and you gasp, rocking against him before his other hand reaches forward to still your hips. With a click of his tongue that same hand comes down hard against the soft skin beneath it, the sound echoing in the empty alleyway. You gasp in shock before he stills you once again.

“Behave. I want you to answer me first, how long were you waiting for me to fuck you?”

You whine at the lack of friction before answering. “All day..“

“I can tell,” he chuckles darkly. “You’re practically dripping—“

He taps his fingers against your exposed pussy once, twice, before he spreads your juices with his fingers. First his thumb, then his forefinger, your head bows with a sigh as he plays with your folds to his heart's content. You whine again, trying your best to chase his fingers but the hand at your hip is a weight, keeping you in place. He watches your futile attempt and laughs once more, this time letting the tip of his finger just barely press into your entrance as you huff in frustration.

He can’t help but let out a satisfied hum at your wanton display. “You should see yourself. How easily you open your legs for me.”

Your brain slowly turns to mush, the combination of his deep voice and teasing digits making you lose your sense of self. You rise to your toes, trying your best to entice him to do something, anything.

“Bi-Han,” you whimper, letting out a cry when he indulges you. One thick finger curls inside you knuckle-deep, back arching from the wall as he slowly rocks his hand against your pussy. His fingers are so much bigger than yours, so much more fulfilling that it sends you into a frenzy.

“That’s it, look at you,” he draws out, pressing against the spot that has you moaning just that bit louder. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You sound so sweet, barely able to mumble out a response. “Yes, yes—“

You bite at your hand and still you can’t help the occasional sigh that forces itself from your body. A squeak of pleasure escapes you when he adds another finger, stroking your insides and enjoying the abundance of juices that drip against your thighs and leaves his hand a soaked mess.

Truly you look your best when you’re below him. Spread out and wanting, a view he could spend the rest of his life looking at and never grow tired. Your pliant body sandwiched between him and the wall, the bulk of him pressed behind you so you can feel how much larger he is, how easily he overpowers you. A wall of muscle, unmoving as his fingers stretch you apart.

Your breath stutters, a high pitched sound erupting from your throat. “Bi-Han, ohmygod—“

It becomes harder and harder for you to keep quiet, your legs shaking from the speed of his fingers. The air is filled with the wet squelch of his digits working against your needy pussy, a sound that Bi-Han makes certain to taunt you with.

“You are lucky we are hidden well,” He says huskily, making sure to curl his fingers in just the right spot to have your back arch further, walls fluttering against his thick digits. “Just imagine if anyone else heard you.”

The idea of anyone else being privy to your noises stirs jealousy in his heart, fingers increasing their pace. “But then again you would like that wouldn’t you? Flaunting yourself in public like this, I bet you would enjoy being seen as the needy little thing you are.”

This is torture. You struggle for breath, a heat blooming in your chest and radiating into every fiber of your being. “N-No, I wouldn’t—“

“And why is that?” He says, biting at the shell of your ear.

“Because I only want you,” you moan. “just you.”

You sneak a glance towards Bi-Han’s face, his normally stoic expression replaced with one of debauchery. The difference is night and day, smirking at your disheveled form stretched out before him. His gaze is cruel as it passes over your body, taking in each shudder, every yelp as he plays with you until he’s satisfied.

His fingers brush against your g-spot and you nearly scream. The sounds that escape you are shameless, accompanied by the slick noises of your pussy. Your mind slowly becomes blank, only the thought of a slow-building pleasure at the forefront of your mind.

Your words are accented with lust, almost drooling. "Bi-Han, more, please—"

He shows no signs of stopping, mocking your whimpers in a cruel voice. “God, you’re so pathetic. I’ve barely given you my fingers and you’re already begging—”

The air is punched out of you when his fingers leave your drenched heat and play with your engorged clit, leaving you a limp mess. He’s forced to hold you steady as your legs wobble, shaking like a leaf as your breathing becomes heavier and heavier.

Closer, closer, faster, moremoremore—oh god.

Bi-Han thinks you’re enchanting, the sound of you coming undone a melody to his ears. He takes you as far as you can go, then even farther, tests your limits as he holds you firm

“Bi-Han, Bi-Han, Bi-Han—!”

You don’t need to say it, he already knows. He knows when you push back against his hand, and he knows when you arch your back so his large fingers can graze against that one spot that has you keening, begging for more, more.

“So well behaved, are you going to come for me?”

You shakily nod your head, biting at the soft flesh of your hand to stop yourself from letting the entire block know you’re being fucked stupid.

“Good,” he says. “don’t.”

Just when you’re about to lose yourself, he stops. His fingers still, leaving your pussy completely, empty and waiting.

“Nonono—“ You complain, whine for his touch and chase his ministrations. Your hips push back, desperate for more. “Come on, don’t tease me, please—“

His hand pulls your hair, your head forced back as he growls in your ear. “But it’s fair for you to do it to me, right?”

He bunches up the loose fabric in his hands, as if to prove a point. “You walk around like this knowing I would see you, knowing how I would react—I thought this is what you wanted? My reaction.”

His harsh tone makes you stop in your tracks, despite the thrum of a ruined orgasm that sits in the pit of your stomach. “I—I’m sorry Bi-Han—”

“It is far too late for apologies,” he says, fingers landing a harsh slap to your pussy. You wail, running away on instinct before being pulled back by your waist. “Don’t tell me you can’t handle the consequences?”

His hands return to your body, one at your breast and the other between your legs. One roughly pinches at your nipple while the other rubs harsh circles against your clit, the overstimulation bringing blissful tears to your eyes.

“I can’t, I can’t—“ you hiss, reach down and grab at his wrist, an action that doesn’t phase him in the slightest. His pace doesn’t slow, not for a second. “Oh god, Bi-Han—“

Index and middle finger reach up to silence you, playing with your tongue as you’re silenced. “Be quiet. Begging will do you no favors.”

It’s times like this where you remember just how cruel he can be. You should’ve known better than to think he wouldn’t punish you, but at the same time the pleasure he gives is well worth the frustration.

You struggle to keep up, moaning around his long digits as the salt of his fingertips coat your tastebuds. There’s pressure that sinks further and further into your being with each touch of your clit. Sweat clings to the both of you, a cloud of desperation hanging over you as you’re forced into complete and utter submission.

“I’ll be good, I’ll be so good—” You gag around his fingers. “Jus’ need you, please Bi-Han.”

His fingers quickly leave your mouth. You hear his zipper being undone, followed by the tip of his cock just barely gliding against your folds. Just the thought of him inside you has you forgetting yourself, shaking against his length as it soaks in your juices.

“This is what you want, right?” He breathes, chest pressed to your back. Once, twice, he slots himself right against you, lets his tip push against your clit and send shockwaves through your body but never going further. “Then obey.”

You push back, desperate for more. “Mm, I will, I promise, just please fuck me.“

“Close, but not quite.”

Bi-Han feeds off your excitement, chuckling before fisting his length against your cunt. “I’m doing you a favor, giving this—“

His cockhead glides against you, so close but yet so far. The action alone takes your breath away.

“—aching pussy of yours any kind of relief. I believe thanks are in order, wouldn’t you say?”

He phrases it as a question when the words are anything but. Your tongue passes over your lips, before uttering a delicate, downright lecherous—

“Thank you Bi-Han.”

A subtle throb against your count, the shuddering sigh that leaves him as he hunches over your body. You can’t see his reaction, but you can feel it.

“God,” Bi-Han moans, lays his full body weight on top of you and speaks directly in your ear. “Always ready for me, aren’t you?”

You’re too far off to answer, completely at his mercy. He takes pity on your sex-addled brain, gives you a moment of respite as you slowly come back from your high and languidly moves into you. His lips glide against your skin, a gentle comfort to your frenzied mind, a contrast to the ever-growing heat that spreads across your body. The only relief you’re given before his patience runs thin.

He pulls out with a hiss, slams back into your pussy and waits for you to recover before doing it all over again. The noises that leave your mouth are pornographic, barely muffled into your arm. Despite the uncomfortable position you bear it because no matter how rough he may be, you love it all the same.

He fucks you at a brutal pace his weight pinning you down into submission, all the while muttering to himself, uncharacteristically chatty as he mutters how good you feel, how pretty you look bent over, how well you take his cock—

“Hips up darling, your legs are shaking, don’t tell me you’re tired already?”

Tired, aching, and still so fucking needy.

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come—“

“No you’re not,” he says. Bi-Han’s movements go from erratic to calculated, an unrelenting tempo that makes you see stars. His fingers find your over-sensitive clit and rub, keeping you trapped in a cycle of pleasure below him. “You’re going to wait, say you understand.”

You let out a moan, only to be pulled by your hair.

“Use your words dear,” he whispers in your ear. “Say it out loud, or I’ll stop.”

You babble needily, trying to convince yourself more than Bi-Han. Tears flow freely from your eyes, sobbing through each word. “I—I’ll wait, I won’t come, I won’t come—“

“You had better not.” He gasps, before his hips return to their brutal rhythm. “I’m going to fill you up, leave you full of me—gonna leave a pretty stain on the ride home, won’t you? Then when we get home I'll take you again to make sure you feel me for days.”

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blaaaaabh · 1 year

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Can you do a virgin f!reader x Xavier where he teaches her everything and teases her for being so turned on and stuff?

warning: smut

tease

a/n: thank u for the requests!! <3 this is not edited!

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it was an evening after school and you had been settling into your dorm before having to meet xavier to help him with his homework.

it was his idea, he had texted you earlier that day during class that simply read, “meet me at the library after school.”

you occasionally helped him with his homework when he didn’t pay attention in class, since he was always spending his time drawing instead.

if it were anyone else that asked you, you probably would’ve said no, but for some reason you couldn’t help but have some sort of soft spot for xavier - something you’ve felt ever since you transferred to nevermore.

other than that, he didn’t hang around you often. almost felt like he was avoiding you at times. however you didn’t think much of it though since you were mostly too busy with school and your friends anyway.

when you arrived at the library just minutes before 6, you walked down searching through the bookshelves, when you finally found xavier sitting by himself in one of the corners. he was all the way in the back of the room looking down at his phone. of course he wasn’t doing his work.

"nice homework you're doing there"

he quickly dropped his phone down and instinctively grabbed his pen to look like he had been working, although his work was completely untouched in front of him. "i was eventually gonna get to it. but that’s why you’re here now!" he replied with a cocky smile.

you sat down on the chair right beside his and placed your bag and stuff down onto the table.

"so where should we get started first? i was thinking you should probably start with mrs thornhill’s class." you asked as you opened up your notes.

xavier was fidgeting with a pen as he got overwhelmed by the amount of papers you had; pushing his hair back behind his ears as he let out a nervous laugh, "wow getting right to it huh?"

"well mr thorpe, if you'd like to graduate i would have started a long time ago." you teased, not being able to control it as a cheeky smile came across your face as you handed him a pencil.

his body slouched over the desk. his hand holding up his head as he watched you flip through the notes, talking him through the work but he was just too focused to hear a single word you were saying, as he could just focus on how you made cute faces when you were concentrated

you snapped your fingers in his face - which got him out of his zone. "i'm not repeating this again, you need to pay attention."

he liked seeing this rare side of you. both of his hands raised up quickly while furrowing his eyebrows, "okay okay yes ma'am, i'm paying attention."

you rolled your eyes while your hand jokingly smacked his raised up hands back down, "oh shut up.”

“if you get through this and finish it, you can do anything you want - but only after you're done."

"anything hm?" a smirk came over his lips as he looked at you. his sage eyes looked you up and down as you noticed him stop for a moment, then raise his eyes back up to connect with yours.

your cheeks instantly turned red from the way his voice rang into your ears. it cause you to get nervous and turn back around to the homework in front of you.

xavier bit at his lip from your reaction, he liked making you nervous. especially how exciting it was that you guys were in public.

"anyways so.." you continued, trying your best to get back on track with his homework. he on the other hand had other plans as he trailed off again, losing his complete attention once again.

his hand lingered under the desk as you suddenly felt his fingers against your leg slightly. your eyes widened as you attempted your best to stay concentrated on the work in front of you and not the warm fingers going down your leg.

there was one thing on his mind and it sure as hell wasn't the pieces of paper in front of you both.

you reached down your leg and grabbed his hand and moved it off of you. “xavier.” you said with a stern tone in your voice, trying to act calm.

his eyes looked at you with fake innocence, pretending to look confused.

you weren't getting very far with this, you knew you wouldn't be able to get him to finish this if his life depended on it.

his large hand suddenly was placed over your much smaller one on the table, as he lightly grabbed the pencil out of your hand and guided your attention to him, "follow me i have a better idea. " his voice was gentle.

you didn’t bother to argue as both of you got up out of your seats, confusion filling your face as he held your hand - leading you into a very dim lit room in the back of the library.

xavier walked towards you after shutting the door as your body slowly leaned against the wall.

"xavier what are you doin-" he placed his finger over your mouth, causing you to stop mid sentence. his face was just inches away from yours as you began to feel your heart beating as if it were going to jump right out of your chest.

his lips were just ghosting over yours as he slightly opened to say something but stopped. his chest going up and down as his breath gets heavier.

your eyes look at him with concern as you wonder what he’s thinking in that head of his. your voice breaks the silence in the silent room.

“i thought you invited me to the library to work on your homework”

he shook his head slightly to the left and let out a chuckle, realizing you must have never gotten the hint. “y/n… i just didn’t know how else to ask you out”

he continued, “and technically i never said anything about homework in that text.” licking his lips while smiling at you.

your eyes blinked. his confession was so sudden and unexpected as it left you speechless.

"sorry if this made shit weird. it's okay if you don't feel the same." "i just couldn't hold it in anymore." his eyes softened, gazing down at you.

you finally found your voice, looking down at the ground to your feet. "i really like you too. and i want to do things with you, it's just-" you paused.

his eyes were furrowed as he looked at you waiting on what you'd say next. his hand cupped around your face as he lifted your head gently for you to look up at him.

"i'm a virgin xavier.. i don't know what i'm doing." you replied, embarrassed as you couldn't even meet his eyes. your voice was soft and quiet as his shoulders relaxed and looked at you with a gentle smile.

his lips hovered right over yours, lightly letting out a sigh. "don't worry about that love, i can show you."

your mouth slightly opened in front of his as you were desperate for his lips to connect with yours. moving closer as he slowly teased you and moved back slowly so you were unable to attach with yours.

“always so eager with you…” he teased.

it was clear that he was enjoying seeing you get edged so bad.

"please" you begged him - wanting to feel his hands all over you, as one of them continued to rest on your cheek and the other against the wall behind you.

his hand slid down to your neck to have more control as your lips were just dying to touch.

you faintly took notice of the smell of paint on his clothing as it brushed against your body.

finally he couldn't tease you any longer when he pulled your face in and placed his soft lips onto yours. your bodies were pressed to the wall. it became more heated as your mouth slightly opened for his tongue to lock with yours.

the unoccupied hand against the wall made its way down to your skirt. placing his hand right over the fabric of your clothing. “is this okay?” he asked

“yes. please i want it to be you”

“if you ever want to stop just let me know.” he reassured to you as you brushed your fingers through his hair while he quickly goes back in to have your lips on his again.

he slowly moved his head from your lips to your neck, slowly kissing all the way down as it causes you to let out a moan. the gentle feeling of his lips against your neck was driving you wild.

you still had a hold of his hair and unintentionally grabbed it rougher causing xavier to let out a groan in your neck. making his way swiftly down your body. he loved the feeling of your hands in his hair.

it only gave him more serotonin.

he found himself down between your legs, as you stood there above him looking down at his soft, yet hungry eyes.

his warm hands made his way under your skirt as he lightly brushed his fingers over your wet spot. “somebodies excited to see me”

he gave you one more look before he went down and placed his face right into your sweet spot. feeling his nose lightly skim over had you dripping.

the large hand moved aside your panties as you towered over him - running your hands through his soft hair.

suddenly feeling the warmth and wetness of xavier’s tongue as he passionately ate you out as you struggled not to make too much noise. moans escaping your mouth.

feeling his hands go straight up to touch your body. not slowing down until he made you come.

you had never felt such a good sensation come over you as he moved faster, tasting every bit of you.

“f-fuck i’m gonna cum”

his pace continued to speed up as he could feel you getting close. he let out groans into your core as he enjoyed you.

“i-i’m gonna-“ your grip onto his hair became stronger as you clenched your whole body and released all over him.

he got up, wiping his mouth with his hand as he looked at you in aw. “you did so good love.”

a/n: i kinda don’t know how i feel about this - still trying to get used to writing stuff like this so bare with me!

#wednesday netflix #xavier thorpe #percy hynes white #wednesday #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier x reader #xavier thorpe smut

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ariyucake · 1 year

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˗꒰ ✎ yandere spiderman bachira meguru ♬ ꒱˗

▹ format type; headcannon

▹ inspiration; tiktok😍

▹ warnings; horny horny so much horny oh and ig some violence probably a bit off ooc but issokey

˗꒰ ✎ when he first met you ♬ ꒱˗

-» bro was randomly in his superhero suit saving the day as always until he stumbled across you trying to comfort your friend who just got rejected by their crush.

« woah, that girl looks sosososo… pretty?! what?! » he was at a loss for words while staring at your ass and face.

-» then that day, he decided to stalk you, every, fucking, day.

-» couldn’t stop thinking abt you and even told isagi about you, isagi just sweat dropped and thought of this as some sweet love even though it’ll soon turn to obsession.

˗꒰ ✎ what he loooooves abt you <3333 ♬ ꒱˗

-» your body, your face, your eyes, lips— EVERYTHING!!! he loves everything about you, outside or inside— doesn’t matter! loves lives laughs and breaths you.

˗꒰ ✎ things he owns that reminds him of you ♬ ꒱˗

-» his mom was weirded out whenever bachira brought home some “things” in a box/backpack. when she took notice of this for the first time she asked him what was inside that box and he’d always reply; “my treasures!” ahhh, so cute

-» owns many printed framed pictures of you that he took, you were gorgeous~ absolutely stunning and beautiful. 100/10. that’s what he’d rate you.

-» when he found out where you lived he immediately broke in your home— messing with a few things here and there… good thing there were no cctvs! he went straight to YOUR bedroom and searched for your pencils, pens, and… panties. he couldn’t stop blushing for a long time even his mom and friends thought he was sick.

-» has a large figure collection of your favourite anime characters, and many more! he even plays the same games as you and tries to befriend on all of his accounts— and successfully does. you sent a cute “hi :D” and GOSH DID THAT MAKE HIS HEART BEAT GO BRR…!!!

˗꒰ ✎ his stalking methods ♬ ꒱˗

-» he installed a hidden camera fairly well in your room and stalked you doing whatever you do. his cock hardening every time you change. shit. shit. he was in public— he can’t be looking like a weirdo right now.. ahem.. act serious bachira…!

-» often goes out late at night with his superhero suit on— he takes his mask off for a breath and invades your home by opening the window. why didn’t you lock it, dummy? caresses your cheek ever so softly and stared at your sleeping state creepily. his face getting redder and redder by the second.. he just wants to.. strangle.. no..! hug.. kiss.. touc— anyway.

-» he stalks you wherever you go when he’s free. oh, who was that boy that accidentally spilled coffee on you and offered his extra white shirt to change at starbucks? bachira. who was that fine handsome young man that saved you from a car crashing straight at you? bachira. and.. who was that boy that joined your art class recently that likes to tease you? of course it’s bachira. soon enough he found out you were in the same highschool as him and decided to join one or more of your classes.

˗꒰ ✎ yandere spiderman bachira normal ending ♬ ꒱˗

« bachira? hey, why are you here at such a late time..? it’s like.. *yawn* one a.m…. or somethin— » you yelped when he suddenly hugged you out of the blue. just what did he want from you at such an hour…

« n/n.. i wanna stay with you for the night. please.. i got into some big fight with a crook and i’m… » he broke the hug and you looked straight at him— your lazy eyes widened once you saw his bruised face. it was bleeding! why was he like this?!

you immediately rushed him inside your home and slammed the door shut, locking it.

« sheesh, bachira, c’mere, let me fix you up. » « aww, y/n, so you do care for me… » wait, y/n? not your nickname? n/n?

« why’d you.. suddenly called me by my first name.? » « you pay attention to such small details n/n..— » « aaaand, you’re gonna say to not worry about anything. bachira, i’m worried for you— stop trying to get into fights! your mom is probably worried sick that you— » « your mom in law. not my mom. »

uh, what? what he said got a chokehold on you.. uhh… way to go bachira. now you ruined the sweet atmosphere.

« what.. w-what..!? » « n/n, i like you. i always did. » ah, so you can never have a boy best friend huh.

« i protect you from those crooks who got eyes on you— they’re literal creeps, yucky i know. but i’m only getting hurt just so you won’t get exploited.. »

wait, was he…? protecting you all this time… what! what?!!

« chira, i don’t understand, just what the heck are you— » he put a finger to your mouth, shushing you.

« do you accept? or not, n/n. » his expression had gone serious and you two were staring at each other for quite a while. what the hell was he trying to do.. hypnotise you with his good lucks? nah wtf.

« i dunno what to say, honestly. can you give me more time? » « n/n, i know you love me. don’t decline this request. i know you got no rizz and all bu— » you lightly flicked his forehead, half of his face was covered in bandaids and many more.

« hah, how could i ever say this.. yeah i like you, chira. but i don’t think we’re meant for each other. »

« we are, you just don’t know it yet but you’re my wife already! » « what…!!!! bachira! stop, you’re making me nervous..! »

he teased you, and eventually— you did reciprocate his feelings back and from that night on, you both started dating. unknown to you that he used to stalk you way before, and he would like it to stay that way.

i might make a part 2 for the good and bad endings idk

#bachira meguru #meguru bachira #yandere blue lock #blue lock #yandere headcannons #yandere #yandere male #implied female reader #blue lock bachira meguru #meguru bachira blue lock #bllk bachira #bllk #bllk headcanons #bllk isagi #recommendations

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dxliqhted · 1 year

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closer: al haitham

al haitham x fem!reader, mildly suggestive, library date.

his arms were firmly crossed over his chest, his eyes roaming each of the books spine not stopping until he found the one he needed. he swore it was here last time he checked,

"can i borrow this?" his eyes followed your voice, to see you chat with a man on the ladder, you pointed up to the top shelf indicating what you needed it for.

kindly, the guy grabbed his finds and lended her the ladder, leaving you unattended. which was no option for al haitham—not when your two left legs were 10 feet high on a ladder.

abandoning his book search, he slowly approached the ladder, you were already at the top not paying attention to what was down as you read the backs of each book, "no..." you mumbled at a book from what he could see was about the plant poetry. so easily it brought a smile to his lips, he loved watching you—didn't matter doing what he just found you so entertaining, your reactions to things were always priceless.

what he didn't know was why you were here, this library of all others.

you finally picked a book that seemed to interest you, managing to get you on the first page, and with another flip you were hooked, leaning more on the ladder to gain more comfort, as if forgetting one mistep was costly.

"the chairs probably more comfortable than this old ladder," he spoke finally, your attention instantly on him, "haitham?" you look down to see the smilely man, "baby come down," he suggested again, "it's actually comfy up here,"

"[name]."

"fresher air. a nice change from down there." you shrug and he looks at you thoughtfully, he doesn't speak but his eyes do it for him, cat like eyes filled with longing mixed with adoration once he scans my body and my face, but also demanding.

"you're lucky i like you." you still step down towards him, his hands cup your waist lifting you down and against him in a hug,

he waits for you to look down at him before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, distracting you from the hand that was out for your book,

"does my luck still count here?" he snickers, waving the book in front of you teasingly as you finally realized exactly what he's done.

"NO." you shout once you register exactly what he's doing, your cheeks burst with heat as your stomach drops.

not that your embarrassed about your choices in literature...but if he see's he'll never let it go and that'll be it for your book enjoyment.

he presses a finger to your lips asking you to shush, you were in a studying area… "why not? you took an awful amount of time picking it out...it has to be good." he whispered, amusement all over his face.

"it is a good book." you confirmed,

"then why can't i flip through it? his brow rose, and to your unsuccess in getting it back you sighed with a nod, "just don't...be you about it." your frustration was taken with a light laugh, "me about it?"

"tease about it for the next year every chance you get."

he smirked wickedly, and you gave up as he read the cover then slowly looked up at you, wordlessly.

"yes?" you asked but he slowly shook his head like theres no reason to the slow stare, there was because when he flipped the page he immediately gave it back to you.

"too much?" you asked as he slowly turned away from you, "you didn't even read the page.." you open the book and scan the words and then suddenly he huffs, "erotic poetry?"

"smut."

"smut. you read this shamelessly in public?" he asks, turning back to you, seeing you nod, a smile widden on your lips, shameless, "people don't usually notice unless they've read it too...i mean it looks normal." the covers a light shade of green with golden letters in the corner, hand-coverable, and practical.

which is good since you weren't really known for this but more for your innocence, come to think of it you think al haitham likes you more for this.

"are you really that surprised?" i stepped closer to him, he takes a minute but he actually nods,

"i thought it was gonna be something stupid like a travel book."

"travel books aren't stupid.."

strangely, looking embarrassed as he clears his throat, "how about we study the book." he says, pointing to one for the librarys private rooms, this makes you laugh, "study?"

he grabs your wrist pulling you along to the open room, "well your strongly interested aren't you?" he smirks, "and i'm greatly misinformed..." the door clicks shut, and you sure hope the room was sound proof.

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bladiebabie · 1 year

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𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐀𝐤𝐢

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: Aki Hayakawa

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛

𝘼/𝙉: Chainsaw Man and Blue Lock has revived me from the dead. Anyways, here’s some personal secretary aki headcanons. Please request more because the brainrot runs deep :’)

– 𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝘼𝙠𝙞 who’s tall and intimidating but, at the same time, very handsome. He has all the girls and guys in the office swooning and pining for just one second of his attention. The moment he steps into the company, taking long strides to your office, all anyone can hear is a chorus of “Hello, Secretary Hayakawa~.” Aki is also diligent in how he works and dresses; there is never a day when his shirt is wrinkled or documents are misplaced. That’s just one of the reasons why you chose him to be your assistant.

– You’re CEO of a multimillion-dollar company at just 25. You were cold and calculated but fair and kind. After all, you didn’t get to where you were by playing nice and keeping your mouth shut. All noises would cease once your heels clicked throughout the office. You were just as intimidating to the public eye as the secretary you hired. That’s just one of the reasons why Aki chose to work with you in the first place.

– However, as similar as you and Aki were, you guys butted heads ALL. THE. TIME. It was to the point where it drove some of the other employees crazy with how much the two of you would argue over such trivial matters. Of course, it didn’t help that none of you were willing to ever lose an argument because of your stubbornness.

– Whatever idea you had, Aki seemed to have the opposite, and whatever opinion he had, you disagreed. So there would just be constant bickering from your private office because not a day goes by that you weren’t at each other’s throats. There were moments when the fights would get so bad that none of you would talk to each other for days, only passive-aggressively passing notes when you needed something.

– When asked why Aki still worked for you even though all you guys seemingly do is argue, he’d nonchalantly shrug and reply, “It pays well enough, I guess.” And when someone would ask why you still haven’t fired him, you’d sigh and say, “He gets the job done.”

– The employees at your company shipped you guys together despite the yelling and words thrown around the office because they saw how you guys would make it up to each other in the days that followed.

– Aki would go out of his way to buy your favorite coffee and pastry first thing in the morning, having it ready and piping hot on your desk when you came in because he knew that you had stayed up the previous night to finish a business deal. He’d replace the withering flowers in your office with your favorite ones that you’d always buy in the floral shop around the corner. Aki would wordlessly place a homemade lunch on your desk when the afternoon came because he knew that you wouldn’t have time to eat today. He’d wait for you when everyone else had gone home because Aki didn’t want you riding the train when it was so late. These were only a few ways he’d apologize to you.

– You would buy Aki’s coffee mid-day because you knew the fatigue of running errands weighed down on him, and he needed a quick energizer. Then, at lunchtime, when he’s out with Denji and Himeno, you’d stop by the dry cleaners with his suit jacket in hand that was left on his chair, wanting the clothing to be crisp when he returned. Finally, once Aki has dropped you off at your apartment late in the night, you’d reach over to where his hand rests on the gear shift, offering a slight squeeze and a soft smile; you told him to drive safe and text you when he gets home. These were only a few ways you’d apologize to him.

– However, there were days when the two of you would bring each other coffee simultaneously. You’d both stare at the piping hot cup in the other’s hand before reaching out and wordlessly exchanging it. The tip of your fingers would brush together, sending an electrifying tingle down your spine that made you quickly turn away to hide the heat rising in your cheeks. You appreciated how calloused and rough Aki’s hands felt, hardened by years of hard work to get to where he is now. Aki gently smiled because an indescribable feeling bloomed inside his chest when you brushed his hands. He didn’t know what it was; he just knew he liked it. Aki appreciated how soft and supple your hands felt, despite the blood, sweat, and tears you had put into building this company.

– As you and Aki made your way to your respective desks, you couldn’t help but push this feeling into the back of your mind because it was supposed to be nothing… right?

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drawingdroid · 5 months

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Melting Point: Prologue

A Sculptor Din Djarin x Art PhD Reader Series

Prologue: Malleable/The merchant

Summary: You're a first-year PhD at The University of Nevarro specialising in Mandalorian Art. When your favourite sculptor, the mysterious Mando, opens an art exhibition in the city, you're the first one to enrol. Unexpectedly, attending to that opening would end up changing your life forever.

Words: 1060

Warnings: This is a slow burn, you've been warned!; a lot of talking about Art and PhD life; Reader is not Grogu's nanny but this is very Grogucentric if that makes sense; And Reader is Din's employee too; Very grumpy and antisocial Mando; Grogu is human but the only thing described are his eyes; Reader appearance is left blank except from the outfits; Age gap of 10-15 years; Fluff fluff fluff

A/N: Hi tin can man lovers! I finally put my Arts degree to some use to write this. What can I say? I hope you enjoy this little AU!

“No.”

“Din, you have to come.”

Greef Karga was looking at the sculptor with his hands on his hips, visibly annoyed. He had been trying to convince him for an hour already, and Din hadn’t stopped welding the piece he was working on during the entire conversation.

“I hate those things.”

“Those things pay for your son’s food, school and therapy.”

Even though Din was wearing his welding mask, Karga knew a death stare when he saw it. At least, he had achieved getting the sculpture’s attention for once, even though it had been throwing a low hit. Karga huffed in tired indignation.

“I don’t even ask you to make a public appearance, you just drop by with Grogu like a regular visitor…” Din rolled his eyes behind the mask, although Karga couldn’t notice, and resumed with the soldering.

“What would attending to the opening change?” He asked after a while, his voice a bit hesitant. Karga thought he was finally cracking.

“You’re so far from your public, you should know what they think about you.”

“I read the articles on the papers.” Karga rubbed his face, exasperated.

“I mean real people, not only the art critics. The public loves you, Din. They love Mando.”

The sculptor stopped again and let the soldering gun rest in the anvil by the forge.

“They don’t know me.” His voice sounded less assured, more vulnerable now.

“But they think they do, and that’s what matters.”

“I don’t know Karga…” Din started fidgeting with his orange-fingered gloves, the sculpture finally forgotten.

“Look, all the mystery thing has been a great strategy until now, but the times change and people now like to feel close to their idols.” Din snickered, now looking at Karga in the eyes, mask still on.

“I don’t want to be anyone’s idol.”

“The thing is you already are.” A long silence followed and the Din sighed.

“If I agree to this, you’ll start asking me to give more and more.” Din had caught him. That was Karga’s strategy, and he couldn’t deny it. He’d want the sculptor to engage more with the world, of course. Maybe even granting interviews one day. That would make wonders to his career. And to Greef’s wallet.

“Contemporary artists have to engage with the public Din, be present on social media…” The sculptor grunted, very displeased.

“You want me to become an influencer.” Karga let out a burst of laughter, not expecting Din to even know the neologism. But the artist was dead serious and he was lifting a brow under the welding mask in exasperation.

“Not at all, I just want you to become a little more approachable, more…human,” Karga said when he finally recuperated from the belly laughing.

“You’ve been years playing the mystery card in my marketing. Why now?” Din was pretty comfortable to be the anonymous artist under the pseudonym, it fitted his nature as he was severely uncomfortable with fame. And to be honest, with human relationships in general.

“Look, in the times of AI art, people are looking more a more after the person behind the art, it’s just…natural” Din tilted his head, not at all convinced by the argument.

“Look me on my face and tell me this is not because every time gossip about me leaks you sell 10 times more.” Karga swallowed and a sheer sheet of sweat covered his forehead. He shrugged, defeated and having no more energy for this discussion.

“Who doesn’t love a fistful of shiny credits?”

Din lifted his welding mask and slid his gloved hand across his face. Under his expressive eyes, deep dark circles rested, and his salt-and-pepper facial hair looked more unkempt than ever.

“I’ll think about it,” he said finally, and Karga’s smile went wide and bright.

“Thank you Mando, I knew you were a reasonable man.” Then he palmed the sculptor’s shoulder in a friendly demeanour. Din looked at him sceptical while he started cleaning and putting away his tools. The headache this conversation had provoked had him wanting to wrap it up early today. He nodded and it was clear the conversation was over.

“I’ll say goodbye to Grogu one on my way out if you don’t mind.” Din nodded again, the exhaustion making him less and less prone to words. He just wanted Karga out of his hair, but the thing was that he knew how much the boy loved the older man, and he wouldn’t be the one denying his son that joy because he was exasperated with his agent.

“Send him here when you leave.”

Din had been cleaning up the mess for a while when heard the main door of the studio closing, and immediately after a familiar pair of eyes stuck out of the doorframe of the patio.

“Ah?” The toddler ran clumsily towards Din, who bent to his level to reach for him.

“Hi buddy, did you have fun in the garden?” The little one squeaked in delight while Din picked him up. That happy sound probably meant the frogs in the pond had trouble today. Din laughed softly, forgetting all his preoccupations. The instant Grogu was lifted, his little hands were occupied with removing his dad’s welding mask. “You don’t like this, uh?”

Din then discarded the mask and put it apart, and the next second the toddler had his dirty hands all over his face. The little one was always mesmerized by his moustache and nose especially and traced them in awe. Din couldn’t stop smiling, the little fingers made his skin tickle and the interest of the boy in his face was amusing.

“Let’s get those little claws cleaned and have dinner, shall we?” Grogu cooed, always excited by the prospect of food, and both of them spent the rest of the afternoon cooking together, which meant Grogu trying to eat all the eggs raw and asking Din to put blue colourant inside the broth. When Grogu’s little belly was full enough it meant he would be sleepy soon. They had been playing on the sofa Din had in the studio, and the toddler was now snoring softly over Din’s chest. The sculptor took advantage of the quiet to think about Karga’s idea. If more exposure meant more moments like this with the womp-rat… Dank Farrik, It was worth it. Everything was worthy for the little one.

Next Chapter

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din grogu #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin fanfic #din djarin fanfiction #modern din djarin #modern au din djarin #clan of two #clan of three #din djarin x fem!reader #din djarin x female reader #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fandom #pedro boys #pedro pascal fanfiction

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cannibalgoldfish · 8 months

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Unavoidable (Part three)

Paring: Price x Trans Male Reader

Summary: The rest of the unit finds out about reader's and Price's little secret

Part one Part two

Wordcount: 962

Warnings: Not full on smut but slightly steamy near the end (AFAB parts mentioned but no use of feminine language or gendering for the reader)

A few days had passed since the "incident" that resulted secret meetings, hidden kisses, and many (MANY) excuses to talk in his office. Price kept up his performance of professionalism , although a little less cold than before, he had let some time pass before speaking with you in public to seem as if the problem wasn't in fact you but was some personal issue that was brought up by the former mission. The rest of the team had felt the tension dissolve and gone back to their normal routines, not worried about certain topics or if you and Price where in the same room together.

Gaz, revamping his chef skills (a hobby that seemed to only come to life when you all where stationed anywhere for more than a month or at home base), introduced the old tradition of weekly dinner again. This week's meal was spaghetti paired with some fancy wine he had chosen and convinced the rest of the unit to lend him money to pay for the near ridiculous price tag while they went shopping earlier.

The door to the base swung open right as Gaz had finished plating the food, you chuckled at Gaz scolding Ghost and Soap for coming in late. (Apron on and spoon in hand, it was hard to take him fully serious) "Blame the big guy, he's the one that insisted on staying until-" Soap responded, getting cut off when Ghost slapped him upside the head.

"Some people are actually hungry over here you know.." You jokingly call out as the duo sat down (Soap pouting and rubbing the back of his head), Price pushing the chairs out from under the table with his foot for them. Gaz began setting down the food, detailing the ingredients and cooking specifics that was only of importance to those who understood the culinary arts. The meal continued with conversations and laughter until a gentle pressure brought you out the little bubble you where in. Sitting directly across from you was Price, smirking and moving his boot slowly up and down the length of your leg. The others not noticing the interaction, where busy chatting away. The tension filled gaze filled your core with heat, hiding his smug grin by taking a drink of wine when Soap turned his attention to Price.

two can play at that game

Playing innocent, you allow him to keep playing his little game. Pretending like everything is normal, you continue the dinner ignoring his looks and talking with the others. Finishing the meal, Ghost and Soap offer to do clean up duty while you gather the dishes. Getting up you begin collecting the plates as Gaz and Price sit at the table, strategically leaning over at the right moments you smile to yourself as you catch Price try to not make his staring obvious. Once the area had been cleaned and cleared the others slowly retreated back to their rooms. You had waited leaning against the counter, refusing to leave first, a challenge against Price's actions.

"Shall I walk you back?" You grin at him, teasing the implication. He looks at you, a smile growing as he stands to his full height, he nods and motions the way to his bunk. Walking back, near shoulder to shoulder the entire way, you two stop at the door. Price steps in front of you, one hand holding on the door knob, a shy but excited expression on his face.

"I'll leave you to it then." You grin almost giggling at the sudden emotion drop on his face, "I said that I'd walk you back, nothing else" You turn to go back your room, leaving a shocked and dumbfounded captain behind you.

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The next morning, during your routine inspections of the base and the refilling supplies for future missions, you where grabbed from behind and dragged into the nearest room. Your eyes slowly adjusted to the sudden dark, a hand removed it self from your mouth as the figure let you go. "Thought I'd get you back" Price's voice gruff and filled with smugness from being able to catch you off guard.

"You're the one who started it" You shot back, letting out a small laugh as his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you in for a kiss. You could feel him smiling as his hands moved ever so slightly downward, leading you on him as his knee gently pushes between your legs. You let out a groan, grinding on to him as he kisses your collarbone leaving hickeys just low enough to be hidden by your shirt. "Here?" you ask, arching your back and pressing into him as the heated coil builds within you. He says nothing, humming in response, his hands making their way up your shirt before moving back down, dipping into your waistline.

A noise cut through the air, causing you to freeze. "Shit" You half laughed half grumbled, body going slack at getting caught. Soap's wolf whistle faded into his giggle as you looked over to seek Ghost's shoulders moving in laughter. "Seriously?" Price muttered, hands still on you, face buried in your neck in embarrassment.

"I see you two finally made up" Soap says with a smirk and wink, looking between the two of you taking in every detail. (most likely for "blackmail" later on) Ghost, amusement raiding from him in waves, grabs Soap by the back of his collar to yank him away, "Let the love birds be Johnny." You feel Price straighten up, watching the two walk away leaving the door open. You look back at him, both serious for a moment before cracking into quiet laughter.

"Wait- why were YOU TWO looking in a closet anyways?!" you call out after them, already knowing the answer.

Tag list:

@homicidal-slvt

@b0g-b0y

@ghost-2513 - Credit for most of the plot lmaooo

@tapioca-marzipan

Sorry it took so long! (got like several months of writers block) also anyone have any advice on making a pinned post for guidelines or organizing the posting of fanfics? I'm fr just freeballing it rn....

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novankenn · 2 months

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A Side kept hidden... (3)

( Table of Contents )

Junior frowned and shook his head as he watched his business partner sashay her way into his office. Her current assistant and his one time body-guard following close behind. Junior stood and welcomed the pair with a slight bow of his head. He waited for Pyrrha to take a seat before his desk, before he took his own seat, while Miltia took her place standing at Pyrrha's right shoulder.

"You wished to speak with me?"

"Yes, I do."

"I see." Pyrrha sighed and shook her head. "Are my contributions not enough to cover the services rendered?"

"This is not about your... contributions." Junior responded.

"It's not? Then why have you called me away from my entertainment?" Pyrrha's emerald green eyes narrowed as she suddenly leaned forward and clasped her hands together in her lap. "I was in a happy mood... my last match was quite... exhilarating."

"That is what I want to speak with you about." Junior was used to dealing with dangerous and powerful personas, so Pyrrha Nikos' actions were not foreign to him. "Your... needs are drawing too much unwanted attention. Police attention."

"I see." Pyrrha's body language suddenly relaxed, and she leaned back in her chair. "As I understand it, and correct me if I am wrong... Prevention of police interference is under your purview of our agreement."

"It is, and that is why I am speaking with you." Junior replied unfazed. "You need to slow down. Take a break and let things settle."

"But..."

"Too many people have vanished. It has been noticed, and because of that it has become to troublesome to not only locate... combatants, but to also relocate your winners, and dispose of the losers."

"I see."

"Do you?"

"I am not stupid, and I am not careless." Pyrrha snapped her eye flashing with annoyance and anger. "I have the funds and influence, you have the means. That is why we have our arrangement."

"Then take my advice. Slow down, or better yet stop altogether for a little while."

"How little is this while?"

"A couple weeks. Maybe a month."

"A month without any entertainment? You are asking very much."

"I understand that, and I can discount..."

"This has nothing to do with money." Pyrrha snarled. "It's about MY mental health!"

"Well, maybe try another outlet?"

"There are no other... outlets that satiate my appetites."

"Well I don't know what to tell you Miss Nikos, but right now the public and the authorities are become hyper vigilant about these... disappearances." Junior held Pyrrha's gaze. "I know it's not what you want to hear, but you pay me to tell you how things are without the pomp and ass-kissing. This is how things are. You have to slow down, preferably stop for a bit."

"That I do." Pyrrha snorted and bit her bottom lip as she drummed her manicured nails upon the arm rests of her chair. "Will I continue to have the services of Miltiades and Melanie... during this... hiatus?"

"You will." Junior answered, without pause. "They are your assistants, and as long as you require their... services they remain in your employ."

"Fine." Pyrrha stood up, and sighed in an exaggerated manner. "I will put my... entertainment on hiatus for now... but do take this time to scout out suitable... candidates for once I return."

"That can be done."

"Very well, if there is nothing else, I will take my leave."

"That is everything I wished to speak to you about. Thank you for being so accommodating." Junior replied as he also stood and once again gave Pyrrha and Miltia a nod of his head.

"Good evening Mister Xiong."

"Good evening Miss Nikos."

"Come Miltiades." Pyrrha purred out as she causally placed a hand on the small of Miltia's back. "We have a play date to attend."

"Yes... Yes Miss Nikos."

Junior dropped into his seat with an exasperated sigh, and shook his head shortly after Pyrrha and Miltia left his office. he knew she was bad news when he first met her. He knew he should have turned his nose up at the money.

"You stupid fucking ass." Junior chided himself. "Getting involved with that psycho bitch was a big fucking mistake. a big cluster-fucking mistake."

#rwby #pyrrha nikos #horror themed #sadistic pyrrha #miltiades malachite #junior xiong

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 1 year

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The Needs Of A Man

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Actor, Elvis Movie, RPF

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Sonny West, Memphis Mafia

Word Count: 1776 // Rating: Mature

Summary: People say having kids changes a relationship. You just didn’t know how right they were.

Tags/ Warnings: Fighting, Cheating, Established Relationship, Marriage, Adultery, Arguing, Body Image Issues, Pregnancy, Birth, Post Birth Body Changes, Insecurity, Public Arguments, Crude Mentions of Sex, Humiliation, Foot Fetish, Panty Wearing, Babies, Angst,

Notes: I’m sad just writing this so I hope youre happy lol

Tags for Elvis Fics: @caitlin1996 @literally-just-elvis-fics

Request @elvispresleyisfit12 - Reader , elvis and the Memphis mafia are all sat in the jungle room reader has had elvis and hers baby like two months prior so she feels a bit self conscious / down and the Memphis mafia let it slip that elvis cheats on her almost every night , she breaks down crying arguing with elvis sharing intimate details to the Memphis mafia ( by accident cause she’s saying it to elvis but there in the room ykyk ) you can choose the ending bbg 😘🤭

‘Thanks honey,’ Elvis said as you handed him a drink. ‘No problem,’ you said sitting down on the sofa beside him smiling as he pulled your legs over his lap, his hand on your knee which he stroked it gently. He seemed to be doing it without thinking, not even bothering that there were at least ten other people in the room with you. You supposed it didn't matter. The boys were used to his affectionate ways even if they had dwindled a little as of late. Since having your son, Jesse, you felt a shift in your marriage. Elvis loved being a dad and you knew he was so proud of you for bringing his baby boy into the world but it wasn’t the same. You felt different, like a stranger in your own body. And you were sure Elvis had noticed as his touch and his attempts at seduction had lessened though you figured he was trying to go at your pace which you were grateful for.

That was why tonight had been so special to you. For the first time since the baby was born, you’d had people over for dinner and drinks and once dinner was over you’d migrated into the den talking about everything you had missed out on whilst the boys had been on tour. It was almost as it used to be. He’d been all over you as you got ready, telling you how beautiful you are and now he was caressing you no matter who was looking. It made your heart sing.

‘This is nice baby,’ he said as he sipped his drink. ‘I thought you might like it,’ you said pushing his hair from his eyes as he smiled at you. ‘Of course I do,’ he said leaning in so close he was almost kissing you, ‘shame you can't have one.’ ‘I know,’ you grumbled, ‘damn breastfeeding.’

‘The god damn walls shaking, the bed’s thumping against it and she’s screaming right,’ Sonny chuckled. He was sitting to your right, telling Marty about some women he had bedded making you roll your eyes. Living in a house that was almost always filled with boys meant you were never shocked by the locker room talk they came out with, ‘a proper scream ‘oh Elvis right there!’ ‘Proper dirty,’ Marty chuckled. You had barely been paying attention but as you heard your husband's name your blood ran cold. Sonny didn't seem to notice you were listening, probably thinking his conversation was being lost in the grander scheme of things as people were talking throughout the room.

‘What?’ you said your head whipping around. You’d said it loud enough that everyone had stopped their own conversations to look at you. Sonny turned, his face paling as he noticed it was you who had spoke. ‘N-n-nuthin’,’ Sonny stammered watching you like a deer in headlights. ‘You said Elvis,’ you continued, your heart heavy at the mere thought. ‘I misspoke,’ Sonny said, but as you turned your head to look at your husband, he dropped his gaze. Your heart ripped into two.

‘Is it true?’ you said, your voice thick with tears. Elvis said nothing but he sighed as you clambered off his lap. ‘Baby,’ he said moving to stand up with you but you pulled out of his grasp putting your hands on your hips to try and quell the rage that was flowing through you. ‘Don’t,’ you shouted, ‘don't you dare!’ ‘You don't understand,’ Elvis said. ‘Oh don't I? I don't understand,’ you spat, ‘well please enlighten me, Elvis. Please tell me how you just couldn't help yourself from fucking someone else. Let me guess she was like some kinda witch right? Some temptress who could lure you in so much so you could forget that ring on your finger!’

‘It wasn’t like that,’ he protested. ‘Oh so you wanted to?’ you scoffed, ‘forget that you’ve got a wife at home waiting for you.’ ‘You’re always busy! The baby-’ he said trying to reason with you but all you could do was scoff. ‘Your baby! Your baby Elvis! I’m taking care of our child. A child that I carried for nine months, went through a horrible birth with and spend my days trying to keep alive whilst you’re off touring the country,’ you snap, ‘or did you forget about that.’ ‘A man has needs,’ Elvis said defensively.

‘Oh I know,’ you sneered, ‘like when you needed me to clean ya up because you came in your pants from just looking at my feet in them dainty sandals you bought me. Or when you just had to know how my panties would feel against your cock-’ ‘Now hang on a minute,’ he shouted but you didn't let up. ‘What are the boys not allowed to know this shit? Huh? I thought the intimate details of our marriage were there for them to have at,’ you said, ‘or is it just the gory detail of each slut you bed they’re allowed to hear about!’ ‘Y/N,’ Sonny said, ‘it’s not-’ ‘What?’ you said. ‘Are you going to pretend like you didn't help? How many is it Son? How many times have you brought some tramp to his room? Once? Twice? Three hundred times?’ you said. ‘Baby please,’ Elvis said, ‘it’s not that simple. It gets lonely on the road. Sometimes I just need-’ ‘Oh yeah and what about what I need?’ you said trying to push the wave of sadness out of you, ‘who’s seeing to my needs when you’re out schmoozing every whore you can find huh? Who’s thinking of me when I’m crying over the fact I don't look like I used to or when I’m lying in bed awake for hours because you go to sleep without touching me? Who’s thinking of my needs then because it certainly isn’t you!’

Tears were streaming down your face at this point but you couldn’t stop yourself. You’d known having a child would change things between you. You knew that things might be a little harder now you had another person to think of but you’d never thought he’d feel so slighted by the birth of your baby boy he’d turn to the arms of another. That your love would be enough until you couldn't devote your entire being to him and then he’d be happy to find someone else. Elvis’ face crumpled in pain as you mentioned it and the boys dropped their gaze as the circus in front of them suddenly got too much to bear.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘baby I am. I didn’t know you felt that way-’ ‘No because you’re too busy fucking other people,’ you scoffed though it turned into a sob, ‘why? I thought you loved me.’ ‘I do,’ he said coming towards you and placing his hands on either side of your face. At any other moment, you’d cherish the embrace but you couldn't feel anything but hurt. His eyes brimmed with tears threatening to spill over at any moment, ‘I’m sorry. I fucked up but I love you. You and my boy are my world baby.’ ‘How can I believe that?’ you sobbed. You could feel eyes on you from all around and in any other circumstance you'd be mortified at this display of public emotion but you didn't have the heart in your to care. You were too heartbroken to be embarrassed.

‘How can I believe anything you say?’ you sobbed, ‘I thought you loved me.’ ‘I do,’ he said wiping a tear from under your eye. ‘But not enough? Is it me? Am I just disgusting to look at now is that it-’ ‘No,’ Elvis said. ‘Then why?’ you said. ‘I don't know,’ he said, his voice cracking as he spoke, ‘I don't know why. But I was stupid and wrong. And I know I hurt you and I’m sorry. Baby, you believe that right? You believe I’m sorry, right?’

You didn't say anything. You wanted to believe him. Your heart begged you to believe him. That it was a blip. But your head was telling you differently. Things weren't going to change overnight and still had a baby to think about. Your body was still different. What if you couldn't get back to the way you were before? How long would it be before his head got turned again? Except that next time, he’d be more careful.

‘I love you,’ he said leaning down to kiss every bit of your face he could. His lips were warm against your damp cheeks and you could feel yourself yielding to him. ‘No!’ you said pulling away. He watched you with anguish as you ran a hand down your face to wipe the tears and the kisses away, ‘kissing me isn't going to fix everything.’ ‘Then how do I?’ he said, ‘please tell me. Honey, I’ll do anything.’ ‘I don't know what you can do Elvis,’ you said sadly. All of a sudden a whimper crackled over the baby monitor on the table by you and your attention went to it. You picked it up off the table and clutched it to your chest looking back at Elvis once more. The boys were watching you closely, guilt and shame on all of their faces which caused another round of pain to hit you.

‘Jesse needs me,’ you sniffed. ‘I’ll come with you,’ Elvis said starting towards you but you stepped away as if you needed to maintain at least a couple of meters to ensure you didn't start crying again. ‘No,’ you said. ‘Baby please,’ he said pleading at you with his eyes. Tears were flowing down your face again though your sobbing had stopped. ‘I just need you to leave us alone for a while,’ you said, ‘that's what you can do.’

And before he could say anything else you fled the den and headed upstairs to where your son was waiting for you. He was no longer crying by the time you got upstairs, instead, his bright blue eyes and cheeky smile were beaming at you as if you were his everything. You smiled back at him though it was weak and pulled him up out of his cot to cuddle him to your chest. He gurgled as you held him, his warm hand on your neck as he clutched your necklace with his tiny fist. You took a seat in the chair by his bed, holding him as you sobbed quietly.

You didn't know what you wanted. You didn't know what the next course of action was or if you could forgive Elvis. But you knew whatever happened you’d be okay. Because you had at least one boy who loved you with his whole heart.

#elvis #elvis fics #elvis fic #my writing #elvis presley #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis movie #elvis x reader fic #cheating #the needs of a man #requested #request #requested fic

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vibingwhilewriting · 1 year

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Gasp, another valentines post from a person with no rizz? Yup!!! And my first band of brothers ficlet. This is your belated birthday gift and hopefully early valentines gift, @liebgotts-lovergirl!

Fluff

Joe Liebgott x reader Valentine’s special

Warnings: I don’t know how to write cocky characters, shit characterization of a tough in public but soft towards a lover

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“Oh give me a break, Liebgott! You’re not going to get with that!”

“Sucks {name}, don’t be that way,” he smirks.

Stomping your foot on the ground, you try to glare at him. Your efforts are futile as a smile slowly creeps up and breathless laughs fill the air.

“Now there’s that smile,” Joe’s cocky grin softens with adoration as he admires his handiwork.

“Just because you made me smile doesn’t mean I won’t get you back for this, Joe!”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.”

“Is that Liebgott over there being soft?”

“Shut up, George! You’re just jealous that a pretty woman isn’t talking to your ugly mug,” Joe heckles back, causing laughs in the crowd.

You look at him and sigh lovingly. You and he always had a dynamic. You don’t know when or how it started, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything. You loved him for all he is, tough but soft. Sometimes so tough and cocky that it makes you want to strangle him, but that makes moments like these sweeter. Moments where his soft side shines through.

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You leaned onto the crumbling building, heaving. Knees shaking and bruised feet dragging you behind the group. Coughing, you slid down your knees, the world spinning. Trying to stop the bleeding was now futile. With a heavy chest, your eyes start to drop.

“Hey, hey! What are you doing?”

What?

“Hey! Don’t you dare close your eyes!”

“Joe?” you crock out.

“Yeah! Who do you think it is? What were you thinking? Why didn’t you call for Doc,” he chastises you.

“There wasn’t time to.”

“Bullshit,” he chastised you, pulling you up. “Keep putting pressure on that wound and let's get out of here before you get both of us killed.”

Legs growing numb, you leaned on to Joe. Joe cursed and slowly let you down to the floor. “Hey, Shifty! Cover me!”

“Got it, Liebgott!”

Joe once more turned his attention to you as he readjusted his gear to accommodate yours. “You stupid, stupid girl.”

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“Medic! Medic! Doc, get over here!”

Joe lays you down on the grass and removes your hand from your side. Digging around his pockets, he starts to dump sulfanilamide into the wound. You whimpered, gripping his arms, looking up at his face and trying to see through the blurriness, to memorize his face.

“It hurts, Joe. It really does. I’m sorry. So, so sorry.”

“I know, sweetheart, I know. Just keep those eyes open for me, yeah?”

“I’m here! I’m here,” Roe says as he drops to his knees beside Liebgott. “How long?”

“I don’t know. I found her during the retreat but don’t know how long she had that gunshot.”

“Doc? I don’t feel so good. It’s getting dark and I’m so tired.”

“Jesus, put pressure on that wound, would you Joe? Okay, {name}, keep awake.”

“Is she going to be okay?”

Roe looked up and met with Joe’s. This time, just this time, he lied, “Of course.”

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You still remembered the fear in his eyes, the urgency of his touch, the silent panic. It didn’t occur to you then, but it was his way of caring for you. Those were the first signs that he did care about you on a much deeper level than just comradery forged by Sobel’s tyranny.

“Come on {name}, quit starin’ at me! I know you’re planning something.”

I looked him in the eye and smirked, “last one to the tent is a rotten egg and has to pay our next bar tab!”

I booked it past the group and to our camp giggling with a cheek-aching smile.

“Hey! Get back here, you don’t get a head start! I’m not paying that bill.”

The rest laughed and followed suit. “I think you’re getting got, Liebgot!”

“Oh, how the great Liebgott has fallen!”

“HA!”

“Shut up!”

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Joe pulled me up by the waist from behind and spin me around, “No! Don’t you dare drop me, Joe! No, stop!”

“Not until you take back your deal with the tab!”

“Nope, I won fair and square!”

“Oh really now? Let’s see what you’ll say with I throw you into the lake!”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me,” he said with his iconic smirk.

“Alright, you love birds. Let’s not get too carried away.”

“What makes you think that I would stoop so low as to be in love, Lip?”

He huffed and shook his head, “whatever you say, Liebgott.”

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“You’ve really gone soft, Joe,” I whisper as I run my hand through his hair.

“Only for you, sweetheart,” Joe whispered back into your chest. “Once this war is over we can finally get married.”

“Sounds like a plan big guy.”

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#joe liebgott x reader #valentines special #band of brothers x reader

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mari-lair · 2 years

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in the teru model au, do they ever actually get together or does teru just keep joking about akane being his boyfriend while theyre both thinking "man, i wish he actually was"

on a mainly unrelated note, how long does it take akane to actually fall for teru?

(and having recently read the most recent post for the au--how do people at the school react to akane supposedly dating such a beloved model?)

(Model/Fake Catfish AU: Part 1 )

So much love for this AU! Alright, here is a bit more on it!

Akane woke up to many messages from Lemon with varying levels of amusement and concern, which was enough to check the 2 links his friend left for him: One was a popular post comparing Akane walking out of the agency in his disguise and overpacked schoolbag to him walking out of school with the same schoolbag (the pic seemed to be from yesterday) which was weird, but not enough to affect him. The second link took him to a Twitter thread from a girl he recognized as a classmate he had rejected last year’s Valentine. There wasn’t any sensible info, thankfully, but it had way too many pictures, some with his reading glasses, some with the large scarf, his body language when he laughed or looked down on someone identical to the ‘mysterious lover’.

Akane is usually pretty apathetic to strangers’ opinions of him, but this was so much attention, even he got a bit uneased, taking his baseball bat to school in case people tried something.

Akane was mostly stared at, his eye twitched every time there is a camera flash. A glare and a tight grip on his bat usually keep the curious onlookers at bay, but his classmates ask questions. Many people seem bothered when Akane insisted he and Teru are just friends, but there are also plenty that are delighted by his claims, asking for Teru’s phone number and getting a bat in the face. Attention follows him all the way to his class, he gets waaaaay too many people 'subtly' asking what is Teru's type and "do you think I have a chance?", to the point the teacher has to stop class to give the whole class a lecture. Lemon gives him a pitying look.

Akane doesn't attack the girl that made the tread exposing him as Teru's 'mysterious guy' but he glares at her with enough murder in his eyes for her to avoid him like the plague.

He calls Teru to vent about the bullshit he’s dealing with, needing to lock himself in the bathroom for privacy.

Teru sounds more troubled than Akane by the situation, his apology is genuine. He suggests meeting up with the agency to decide what to do, not wanting the public curiosity and reveal excitement to turn into animosity by a silly mistake: Akane isn't the best at caving under public attention and creating an ideal persona after all.

The agency can't find an alternative that will make Akane suddenly drop out of everyone's radar but Aoi, one of the cutest models and the manager's daughter, proposed fake dating "Minamoto's fans tend to be very forgiving, but it’s still better if you don’t do anything harsh while this is a hot topic, fans never handle making wrong assumptions well, so backlash will be inevitable if you admit this romance isn't real. Once the hype die, there can be a break up. Just think about it, this facade wouldn't be drastic, your friendship already seems believable for a 'reserved relationship', so you two can keep acting as always. All you'll need is to make a public anouncement and take a couple photos. We will pay you for the photos, of course, Aoi-san."

Everyone could tell this decision would benefit the agency too: While not common, fake dating isn't particularly rare, Aoi and Teru almost did it when the company wasn't that high on sales, so the only one that was surprised and nearly choked at the proposal was Akane.

Akane considers Teru one of his only friends, and while Teru is undeniably hot, he doesn't know how to feel about selling the label of 'boyfriend' as something that shouldn't be taken as a silly inside joke. Akane has some reservations at first, but he accepts after some thought, trusting the agency to know how this worked more than him and not against the idea of helping everyone in the room in exchange for what? A few photos?? As long as they don't have to put on a PDA show, it's cool, he can hold Teru's hand for a couple photos, is not the end of the world. He also isn't against getting extra cash.

Akane and Teru go to the side to discuss it themselves. It feels more like one of their typical arguments/teasing banters than a proper discussion for 90% of it but they end up agreeing with the deal only if Akane's contract with the agency is very loose and relatively short term.

Sakura gave Teru an exasperated and knowing look at his insistence to keep Akane out of most photos.

Teru is reassured his terms are good, so he try to focus only on the potential inside jokes they can have from this situation, lest he'll feel like he's taking advantage of Akane.

The next day Akane still can't get to his class without being bombarded by questions. Someone even tried to steal his phone to find Teru's number, but people understood pretty quickly that getting close will get you a bat in the face. Akane ain't taking any chances.

When breaks come, he chats with Lemon on the fire escape stairs, where people won't bother him. Lemon can only stare when Akane spills the tea that he and Teru will fake date, and that he will be a part-time model.

It's bizarre to watch his attempt to give Akane a tinder date somehow devolve into Akane going through every romance cliché troupe in existence.

#terukane #tbhk #minamoto teru #akane aoi #i had thought to myself 'wow this is so self indulgent should i really do this' but them i remember #this is my emotional support crack au i can add fake dating to the mix if i so desires #it does not need to make sense #as for when akane fall in love? well let's just say he already is #but he'll take a bit of time to realize it anon #model teru au

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liliesandthemoon · 7 months

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Kinktober special(?)

Since we are in "that" month I thought It'd be a good opportunity to drop my GCG (Gawain Chloe Glane) kinky HCs and preferences.

Sexy times with CWs under the cut! Have a nice October everybody🫶💖

NSFW here!

First things first! About their sexualities! GCG are all Bisexual! In some timelines they are in a poly relationship too and in some they are just in separated mono relationships (Glane might end marrying a random NPC in some routes but let's not talk about that...)

So about their kinks and preferences I am going to state them here and then elaborate on them so if anybody wants to skip certain kinks they can do it easily :)

Gawain:

Switch with a preference for topping

Kinks included: praise kink,overstimulation, breeding

Chloe:

Switch with no preference

Kinks included: praise kink, breeding, overstimulation,anal play

Glane:

Service top

Kinks included: somnophilia(consensual),praise kink,breeding

Extended Info:

Gawain

He just LOVES to be praised and appreciated,loves how Chloe and Glane are so vocal about how they are feeling when they are doing it.

Them being like "You are making me feel so good" or "You are taking me so well" makes his brain tingle.

OUTDOOR SEX. This one applies to all of them to be honest,Dalmore is filled with beautiful landscapes, and what's better than going to a picnic with your s/o? Having sex there after you finish eating yipee!

Not restricted to only picnics either,the stargazing lovers enjoy doing more than only stargazing at night ;),under the stars or in a hidden lake at night,with only the stars to see them nothing can stop them

There hasn't been a single summer where he's gone with Chloe to a picnic in the meadows,they've eaten the stuff they brought and they haven't had sex afterwards. Chloe on sundresses keeps doing thing to his brain (according to him)

Has a fixation with Chloe's massive boobs,Glane too. They don't act different than usual if they see her wearing something revealing in public,but when they are all alone they can't stop themselves from grabbing her tits, fondling and playing with them

Loves to fill up Chloe when he cums,not always with any intent of getting her pregnant but because the way it drips out her cunt afterwards is very hot

Chloe tends to get overstimulated very easily,and he loves to play with her when that happens,even more so when he knows she just came

Chloe always takes a break after cumming once, so if he is feeling really mischievous, when she starts resting and closing her eyes he surprises her and starts playing and licking her clit catching her off guard,he won't stop pleasuring her untill she squirts hard or is unable to talk from the pleasure.

Chloe

Loves getting pampered and praised, all the time,not only in bed.Glane/Gawain paying close attention to things she enjoys or dislikes turns her on so good.

Oh, to be Chloe and have two knight boyfriends that give you the princess treatment 🙈

Breeding kink all the way,and not in a simple ''oh yeah fill me with your cum" way. She wants to be a mom so damn badly.Growing up with only her adoptive mother, Chloe started developing some internalized jealousness from seeing Gawain's happy family. It started as a silly childish ''I'll marry Gawain when I am older!!'' and it ended up in a ''I love you so much let's start a family and spend our lives together''

Very,VERY, sensitive.You could say her entire body is a gigant erogenous zone(? but the zone where she enjoys stimulation the best are her nipples.In the same way Gawain and Glane lover her boobs she loves them licking and playing with them too.She also enjoys doing paizuri

Oral enthusiast,both recieving and giving,if she is only doing it with one partner 69 is one of her favorite positions,if she's doing it with multiple she likes getting plasured while giving oral to the other partner

Spitroast enjoyer too, and she has no problem taking both (not in a fight) at the same

When she gets her pussy eaten from behind she like for her partners to play with her rear too,this sometimes ends up in anal sex ,she is not against it,but she prefers having it if her other hole is filled too.

Glane

The servicest of tops. From how much he loves his partners one might assume he'd be a bottom,but that's not the case at all, yes,he loves to pleasure ,pamper and praise his partners... but while HE fucks them silly

He also loves getting the praise and compliments back!

If Chloe/Gawain want to try anything new and are too shy to do it with each other they first ask Glane to try it.

Anything is good with him really

As for his own "selfish desires" he absolutely loves somno,of course he has talked about it beforehand with Chloe and Gawain and they are totally okay with it.

He loves feeling like a pervert even though they are in a stablished consensual relationship sksksskk

When he comes back home from his knight duties and he finds Chloe/Gawain sleeping so peacefully he can't stop making up these scenarios in his mind where he is a pervert(?

"Hmm I'm back,haha sorry I couldn't resist doing this...you look so cute sleeping so soundly...Hey is it okay...? Is it okay if I cum inside this time too...? Haha...it's not like you can say anything about it right now... I'll make sure to clean you real good afterwards as always, don't worry"

Gawain is not even that much of a heavy sleeper and most of the times wakes up when Glane is touching him,but he pretends to be sleeping so Glane can be happy and enjoy his lil fantasies ☺️

If you've read till here...🤭

Thank you... Stay horny,

XOXO 😌

#granblue fantasy oc #granblue fantasy headcanons #granblue fantasy #;nsfwlilliestalk #glane (granblue fantasy)#gawain (granblue fantasy)#GCG

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idolsummons · 8 months

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That Night

I said I would write a shippy thing for Ren & Seong and nobody stopped me <3

Mostly a talky thing, I wanted to establish them (and I haven't written Seong so I needed to work on his voice).

Non-canon (they don't even know each other in canon) but this wouldn't be the first time I've shipped some of my cuties outside of canon hehehe <3

Trigger warning for smoking.

‘You know smoking’s bad for you?’

‘Fuck off,’ Ren grumbles. His lighter finally flickers with flame, which he uses to light his cigarette. ‘I can do what I want with my body.’

‘Of course, you’re free to do what you want.’ He sounds like he’s smiling. ‘But I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase your body is a temple. You’re free to do as you wish, but it might be worth giving it a bit more respect.’

Too late for that.

‘Who’re you to tell me what to do, anyway?’ Ren finally looks up as he removes the cigarette from between his lips and exhales. His eyes widen as he takes in the taller man standing there. ‘Seong. Shit, sorry, I-’

‘Don’t apologise.’ By the low light beside the back door Ren can see that he is smiling. ‘But you might consider taking my words into consideration.’

Ren feels himself staring and turns his head away, bringing his cigarette back to his lips.

‘Yeah, sure,’ he lies. ‘What’re you doing here, anyway? Thought you’d be too busy to just be hanging around somewhere like this.’

‘Even I need time to myself, you know.’ Seong comes to stand by Ren, back pressed against the brick wall. ‘Hana recommended I listen to your music, so I thought there’s no better way than to catch it live.’

Ren chuckles. ‘So that’s why half the crowd didn’t seem so interested.’ A beat. ‘Well, if you weren’t too busy being bombarded, what’d you think?’

‘Electronic music isn’t really my cup of tea,’ Seong confesses. ‘But you blend authentic instruments with electronic elements - I can see the mass appeal. Are you here every Saturday?’

‘Just tonight. I work most weekends, so I can’t be staying up until 3am every Saturday. Tryna get it changed, though.’

‘Work?’ To Ren, Seong sounds incredulous. ‘You’re not doing this for a living?’

Are you trying to make me laugh?

‘Not until it can pay the bills,’ Ren replies. ‘Not that getting by on a barista salary’s that easy either.’

‘That’s a shame. I would’ve liked to see more of you.’

Of me? Ren smiles. ‘I thought you said electronic music isn’t your cup of tea.’

‘I didn’t mention your music.’

Ren blushes. ‘You can drop by the cafe,’ he suggests. ‘Hell, maybe I’ll get a raise if I mention I can boost publicity and business with my connections.’

‘Hm, but I’d hate to intrude upon you while you work. There’s no chance we could meet a little more privately?’

He’s shaking now. He would doubt it were it not for the quivering of the hand holding his cigarette.

Ren drops it to the ground and quashes it with his foot. ‘I should go load out,’ he says quickly. ‘I wasn’t meant to be this long.’

He turns to the door.

‘Ren?’

At the call of his name he stops, turns to look at Seong who, with almost inhuman speed, has backed away from the wall and is now facing Ren, hand against the wall and arm between Ren - who once again has his back to the wall - and the door.

‘Y-’

Seong’s free hand comes up to Ren’s chin, tilts it so that Ren is looking at Seong. The gentle touch has made this a suggestion; Ren could easily look away if he so desired, but now he can’t help but thinking about Seong’s ridiculously smooth skin, the glint in his eyes that almost seems natural rather than a reflection of the light, and those lips he wouldn’t mind having pressed against his own which slowly appear to be approaching his own.

‘Yeah?’

The hand moves away from Ren’s chin and busies itself in Seong’s pocket. After a moment he withdraws a piece of paper, which Seong holds up so that Ren might see - not that Ren’s paying attention, given that Seong’s lips are mere inches from his own. ‘You’ll call me, won’t you?’

Ren nods only slightly. ‘Sure.’

The smile on Seong’s lips looks so sly, so cunning, almost like he knows exactly what he’s doing. ‘Wonderful.’ His voice is barely more than a whisper, but that’s all it needs to be. ‘Then I hope to be graced by the beautiful sound of your voice again sooner rather than later.’

Seong’s lips brush against Ren’s with a gentle kiss.

‘Farewell, Ren, and I would appreciate if you didn’t tell Hana - or anyone, for that matter - about our exchange tonight.’

Seong pushes himself off the wall.

Ren had intended to say see ya, but the words got caught in his throat as he kept replaying what had just happened in his mind, and all he could do was watch as Seong walked away.

Shit, my gear.

He blinks a few times and it’s as though his mind is suddenly clear. Ren pockets Seong’s number before opening the venue’s back door.

It closes behind him with a mighty thunk.

#little slices of existence ･ﾟ✫ drabble #also i think i'm getting sick?? maybe not my best writing but <3 #future funkin' ･ﾟ✫ side muse (ren ishikawa)#forbidden lover ･ﾟ✫ side muse (seong cho)

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dearcraziness · 9 months

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Chapter 70.

Dim light was shimmering in the overcast sky, but the cold outside intensified with the onset of day. The studio felt warm and cozy, foreshadowing an exciting leisure time for its residents. After breakfast, friends decided to pay their attention to previously selected stories: some got to deferred articles, others to short stories, some to movies. Bendy helped Lara comb her hair, smoothing her strands, speaking, "I think it's not for nothing that 'Double Life' took the first place in the list of interesting films... Perhaps we'll see a hero with magical abilities who, in the name of preserving the tranquility of the lives of his dear ones and his own, performs feats in secret..."

"I hope this is the life indicated in the title... However, it seems to me the director had something completely different in mind..."

"Hmm, and I have a feeling something repulsive will be shown to us in the film... Let me take a look myself first, and if everything is fine until about the middle, we'll take a look together..."

"Okay... But if you see something not very pleasant, don't look further..."

"Of course, sunshine... I don't intend to get upset, because it's important for me to maintain a cheerful spirit in the house for you and for our friends..."

Sweethearts smiled at each other, the imp left a gentle kiss on the top of the girl's precious head before leaving the room. Once in the mini-cinema, he turned on the magical light green touch board and entered the title. He found the desired result, pressed the player button - the movie began.

The young man didn't have to wait long to see the true essence of the movie. Internal doubts were justified - the main character really had nothing to do with the lifesaver, on the contrary, he only stood out for his avoidance of moral principles. "Well, why, why can't we see a story about a couple leading a quiet lifestyle, about creatures whose spiritual connection is strong, reliable, eternal?... Would the public really not like kind, sincere expressions of feelings, without cruel deception, disgusting lies?..." the inner voice of the wizard spoke.

The fact is that events unfolded around a person who was able to outwit anyone, but he used his ingenuity for purposes that benefited only himself. At the same time, he didn't think about the feelings of others who suspected the dishonor and baseness of his actions. He kept his relationship with several girls secretly, especially from his wife and two young children. Of course, the plot caused bewilderment, disapproval of the intentions of the protagonist, pity for the victims of his infidelity.

Bendy felt his heart constrict, as if it had stopped for a minute. A jet of ink ran down his face, covering his saddened expression. The demon was always quite impressionable, because he knew the designated narratives necessarily really existed in one of the dimensions, therefore, the burden of pain fell on the soul, making it cry inside and out. Drops rolled to the floor, suddenly the young man's head cracked, images of objects blurred in his eyes, as if a fog enveloped the retina. It was strange, such serious changes have never happened to him before after viewing repulsive fragments. Visibility has returned to normal, however... The imp was horrified. He could no longer distinguish the colours around him, the sharpness of objects had increased significantly. Puzzled, the musician ran out of the mini-cinema, found a mirror in the corridor, looked at himself. The sight surprised him extremely: the eyes with characteristic cutouts disappeared, spiral ovals appeared instead, resembling a state during hypnosis, but Bendy wasn't subject to the charms of suggestion (friends tried more than once with his consent to test his ability not to succumb to witchcraft affecting the mind). No, he didn't obey the will of unknown forces, he just... Felt empty, miserable, insignificant. But he promised Lara a great day of watching movies together.

"That's right, Larry's waiting for me in her room..." the little devil remembered. "But can I show myself to her with such frightening eyes and explain what happened?..."

But there were no alternatives. He wasn't able to conceal even the slightest details. He would tell her, by all means.

Just before the door, he covered his face with his hand so that his eyes would be invisible and, at the same time, he would see the road. He went in to the girl and cautiously approached her. Bendy picked up the words to calm the alarmed Lara, hurriedly speaking, "Darling, don't worry, nothing terrible has happened to me... I'll describe the situation to you..."

"Dear, let me look at you..." she stepped forward, placing her palms on his hand. "I'll try not to freak out..."

"I believe you, fishy, you are quite brave... I think you'll feel a little uncomfortable - just say the word and I'll cover my face back..."

"Don't be silly - no matter how you look, my desire to look at you won't change..."

The young man smiled and lowered his hand. He didn't notice fear or disgust in the expression of his beloved. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she stroked his horns.

"In addition to a different appearance, my colour perception was limited to black, white and their shades... I didn't expect a sudden reaction of my body to my angst after watching the beginning of the movie... I think we can easily find another, more benevolent one, and most importantly - about creatures who respect moral values and follow them..."

"The main character led a double life in the negative sense of the word?..."

"Right... It was stupid of me to hope the authors of the idea had something else in mind..."

"Not at all... You very often try to find only the good in others..."

"After all, there is much more light than darkness... But being guided only by their own well-being, forgetting about the importance of the happiness of others, a magician or a human loses the meaning of their existence... It's not for me to judge or accuse them of atrocities, but I won't try to understand them either... It's necessary to protect trusting and kind creatures from lies and manipulations... It's unlikely it will be possible to reason with the offenders, but it wouldn't hurt to try to convince them..."

"I agree with you, dear, but at the moment we have another problem..."

"Oh, yes, I suspect we'll find help in another part of the studio... I'm sure Freddle definitely has a book about the common behaviour of Ink creatures and the features of their internal structure..."

The devils soon found out the details about spiral eyes - a lover of books and reference books found an article explaining that with a surge of negative emotions, both the perception of the world and self-perception changed. Often, Black and white creatures were deprived of their usual appearance for a long time if they didn't decide to improve their condition immediately. Bendy, fortunately, had already planned activities which could cheer up - watching heartfelt, touching films was ideal, because he felt excellent with Lara, especially realizing that joint time would bring delight to her. First, Freddle found ginseng, eleutherococcus, hawthorn in the locker, shared herbs with the imp, advised him to brew tea with them and drink several times a day for a couple of weeks. The demons thanked him for his help and headed back to another part of the studio.

Comfort brought pleasure to both and delivered peace to their souls. Bendy made another batch of coloured sweet popcorn poured with fragrant caramel, sat next to Lara, hugging the girl with one hand, placing a box of treats between them. The film was about two pals devoted to their affections - nature, who organized a club to help green friends. There were other quite fascinating kind scenes. After the fascinating ending, the credits were shown, and the devils shared their impressions of the films they watched, of the cinema day in general. The young man turned off the TV, offered the girl a walk through the autumn garden, inhaling the smell of wet earth, fallen leaves, hearing a light breeze, watching pinkish clouds serenely floating across the golden sky... Wearing thin half-coats, scarves, hats, they went outside...

After dinner, sweethearts were reading about the history of the City of Black and white creatures, wrapped in a blanket of a spacious bed. The rain began to drum outside the window, turning Bendy's attention to the exciting thoughts which had been tugging at him more than once over the past hours. He sighed, hugging Lara tighter but tenderly. He was holding a book and she was turning the pages. She was about to flip through the pages, because she felt his gaze on her - he was waiting for her to finish reading, but her hand froze in the air, hearing his nervous exhalation. She raised her head, their eyes met: he lovingly stroked her eyelashes with his gaze, she looked at him questioningly, searching for the reasons for his anxiety in his gaze, but there was calmness in his eyes. He realized her confusion and hurried to explain, "Lara... I have to apologize... If I wasn't so impressionable, we would have had more fun... But I cannot treat others with the calmness and condescension which are characteristic of you, no matter how hard I try... My acute reaction causes a lot of problems..."

"Bendy, on the contrary, your sensitivity attracts me, our different attitudes to what is happening unites us together, because we respect and understand each other's opinion..."

"You're right, tulip... It's just that you're perfect for me, and I want to be like you..."

"But, my light, I accept you as you are, you don't need to change at all..."

"I knew your answer would be affectionate... Love you very much, my dream come true..."

"Love you very much, too, lemon... Be yourself, okay?..."

"And you too, vanilla, always... I'm insanely happy with you, realizing your well-being, seeing your smile, watching your behaviour, sharing every moment with you, hearing your sweet voice, discussing all kinds of issues with you..."

"In other words, we like everything in each other..." the girl replied, slightly lifting the corners of her mouth.

"Not just like, I adore everything about you... And I strive to convey gratitude, care for you through everything I do..."

"I hope we do what we both want, not only spend leisure time as I like..."

"No, no, honey, I'm not at all against such measured leisure... You know, I used to think of more grandiose ways to please you, I came up with gifts more difficult to make or find... But now I know you equally appreciate my presents, attentions, even if some of them are quite simple... The main thing is: I put my heart and soul into each of them, I'm happy to do things which can show my gratitude for you, the desire to share my spiritual warmth with you, and with others too..."

"Dear, I've been telling you for a long time - even if sometimes it seems to you your gift is very small, it means a lot to me... Do you remember once I said my little postcard wouldn't make much sense to you, but despite my doubts I handed it to you?... You've been convincing me the opposite all evening: you've proved the manifestations of bright feelings in each of their forms are important, and judging by your actions, you really value everything you associate with me..."

"Darling, I unimaginably appreciate the magic of your soul and any of its appearances... The more often we spend time together, the happier we become, in my opinion..."

"Of course... It doesn't matter much what exactly we'll be doing together..."

"You read my mind... However, we often finish each other's phrases, although, I never cease to be surprised, admiring your ability to easily understand me..."

"I'm also delighted with your knowledge of my character and notes of the slightest details in my behavior..."

"Love your habits... Love your personality... Love you, very much... Laurie, thanks to you, I believed in the kinship of souls..."

"Since you and I are very close?..."

"Undoubtedly, our inner worlds are connected..."

The demon bent down and kissed the imp on the forehead, on the cheeks. Her chin lifted and she placed it on her beloved's shoulder. Their conversation was shining, seconds, minutes, hours flew by... Finally, the magicians finished reading the historical facts, the musician closed the book, returning it to its place. Their talk was flaming with the same intensity. Embracing, they revealed their hopes, dreams, secrets, interests. Apart from them, only a moon saw their unimaginable happiness through a thin lilac curtain...

#bendy and the ink machine

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kzuha · 3 years

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#SWEET NAMES

CHARACTERS: BENNETT, CHILDE, CHONGYUN, GOROU, KAZUHA, THOMA, VENTI, XINGQIU

GENRE: FLUFF ♪(´ε｀ )

PAIRING: CHARACTER X GN!READER

“WHEN YOU CALL THEM PET NAMES.”

A/N: haha kazuha ur so pretty come kiss me haha…

NAVIGATION

#BENNETT

they’re such a big comfort for him stop :((

it’s makes him feel so warm and loved?? it always, 100% of the time, makes his day better, especially if he was on another yet unsuccessful treasure hunt (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

it doesn’t matter what you call him, he will get all smiley and giddy and sneak a tiny kiss 😾

…his favourite, tho? when you called him “my sweet boy” once- he ascended to celestia!!

no bc he’s also so proud of it, he’ll meet up with barbara and he’s like “guess what y/n called me today?!?!?!?!” (*^◯^*)

#CHILDE

pet names are a commitment with him, so beware

you call him pretty boy or baby once (1) and he demands it every single time without fail

it’s flat out embarrassing to go out in public with him because he just won’t react to anything but pet names so you’ll have to be like “baby, please…” while the waiter is just standing there, waiting (´ｰ｀)。。。

oh and don’t you dare stop calling him baby when you fight (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾ he will cry (maybe not, but you’re getting the silent treatment for sure)

“childe.” “…” “…childe?” “…” “right, sorry. tartaglia?” “…” “…ajax?” “…”

#CHONGYUN

you’re gonna be the death of him- ψ(｀∇´)ψ

it makes him so happy but he’s so bad at showing it…he also just gets embarrassed very quickly ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

you like to catch him off guard with it, and he almost always, without fail, pauses for a second only to then fumble his way through whatever he was saying, trying not to pay too much attention to what you said-

like he’s trying so hard to pretend like he’s okay, like it’s not big deal :(( he’s adorable

but!! his mind is replaying it over and over and his heart is racing (*≧∀≦*)

sometimes when it’s just you two he’ll be like, “can you…say the thing…” “…what thing?” “the…the name thing…” because he sometimes just needs to hear it :(

#GOROU

absolutely no restraint to be found in this man

he’s already so in love with you that he’ll drop about anything in a heartbeat but when you call him a pet name to get his attention?! \(//∇//)\

oh ho ho! what a great way to turn oh so tough general gorou into putty in your hands right in front of all of his troops- ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

they’re having a really serious talk and you’re just like, “gorou, sweetheart, i-“ “yes, my darling?” and whoopdeedoo!! he is now distracted and all yours ( ´∀｀) well, until someone reminds him why he called a meeting in the first place-

everyone is just standing there like (｀・ω・´)⁇ while he’s just staring at you with hearts in his eyes-

#KAZUHA

listen. LISTEN!! he loves it SO MUCH-

he prefers it over his own name and a day without you calling him “baby” or “pretty boy” or one of the many other sweet names that make his heart race is not a good day Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

beidou poked fun at him for the way he just gets so soft and heart-eyed for you and he gave beidou a “i will not be embarrassed for being in love” speech (she called him a weirdo but left him alone afterwards o(｀ω´ )o)

kazuha enjoys those cute pet names so much that he thinks a lot about some adorable names he can call you :(( <3

sometimes he can’t think of anything so he’ll come up with a poem for you that essentially drips with pure love and adoration (๑>◡<๑)

#THOMA

you better stop or he will propose and yes that’s a threat- Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

he thrives off of pet names, it just motivates him and gets him all happy (；ω；)

the first time you let “baby” slip, he very proudly told ayaka about it, “miss, they called me ‘baby’ today, can you believe that?!” “thoma, the hot pot-“

your pet names for him are very important to him and he takes them very seriously!! he loves them >:(…now, his pet names for you on the other hand…(*´Д｀*)

he’s such a goof, he’ll try his best to think of new pet names he can call you :’) you’ll meet him after a long day of work and he’ll be like, “ah, my sugarplummie-honeypie!! how was work, my little crabcake?” lmao you hate him <33

#VENTI

music to his ears, he could listen to you calling him sweet names forever ♪(´ε｀ )

he’s so annoying!! ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ he’ll always be like “what was that?” “could you say that again?” “who?” “i don’t think i heard you-“

and then when you stop because he’s annoying he’s giggling and nuzzling up to you all cute like “aw i’m sorry!! it’s so cute, please say it one more time? just once more, i promise?”

no but he genuinely loves them :( it makes his heart soar and whenever one of those sugary sweet names falls from your lips he just wants to grab you face and cover it in kisses ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

but at the same time he’s annoying so sometimes he’ll follow you around with his lyre making up a song about the different pet names you call him </3

#XINGQIU

him flustering you? his absolute favourite pastime, but how dare you do the same to him by calling him all sorts of cutesy names!!😾

it makes his knees weak and he’s so baffled because usually he’s the one murmuring sweet poems into your ear and making you all warm and flustered-

and you somehow manage to do the same to him with just the words “my baby” or “my pretty boy”?! and he likes it?! \٩(๑`^´๑)۶//

impossible!!

so every time he catches himself go all mushy and bashful from your cute pet names he just starts teasing you all the more in an attempt to make you the flustered one-

he’s a menace <3

TAGLIST: @whygz @blissmal

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