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gojosprettyprincess · 2 months

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A/n I'm sorry for any errors i wrote this at 2am :3

"Such a nasty fucking slut aren't you baby? Enjoying my best friend eating my load out of this greedy cunt while I watch, what a dirty girl" He smirks, looking down at your fuck out expression on his lap as Suguru's slurping your cunt while he's on his knees, two fingers stuffing your hole while he's lapping your wet folds. It was absolutely filthy, Gojo decided to let Suguru watch him fuck you silly so he can visually see how to properly fuck a girl since he recently got in a new established relationship and well, he doesn't have that much experience on how to pleasure his girlfriend but honestly there was no fucking way you could even tell anyways cause God he sure knew how to work his tongue.

Geto pulls away with a smirk while he drills his fingers in and out of you, "Damn you weren't wrong Satoru, her cunt tastes so fucking good, so sweet and tasty" he smirks looking up at his best friend while circling his tongue over his lips to lick up your juices. You cunt clenching around his fingers due to the praise.

"See I fucking told you sugu", Gojo gives him a cocky grin while bringing his thumb down to rub sloppy circles on your puffy clit while Geto continues fingerfucking you, he watches how your legs start shaking and your moans get louder and louder.

"She's also so fucking sensitive, aren't ya princess?", he obviously knew there was no way your gonna respond or say anything, it was just too much, earlier Gojo fucked you so fucking hard and good it didn't even feel like reality anymore, then not long after he stuffed your cunt full with his cream, Gojo made a brave suggestion that Geto should clean it up as a joke well look what that resulted to, tears stepping out of your eyes, it was so much, Geto was eating your cunt like a homeless man that just gotten his favorite meal that he haven't ate in a long time, ravishing and exploring your wet cunt with his tongue, hell he was even kissing it and you couldn't do anything about it because of the strong grip Gojo has on your thighs to keep you still, your on the verge of cumming, but the thing is, this time it felt so weird and different.

"Ohmygodohmygod fuckk!" you cried out as if you were panicking, "what is it pretty girl, are you gonna cum or is it too much?" Suguru asked, eyes fixated on your lewd expressions as he increased his lace, curling his fingers against your tight walls, God he knew exactly what he was doing.

He looked up to Gojo and it was like they can read each other's minds or something, Gojo started thumbing your clit faster, the loud squeak of your wet cunny along with your lond moans filling the room as they continued overstimulating you. Suguru brings his hand up to pinch your nipples while Gojo goes closer to you to suck on the other.

"Uughh fuckkk" you hiccupped while your eyes roll back, body arch against Gojo's chest, a cold shiver hits your spine as you felt something wet circling your puckered hole, Suguru's tongue swirling around your tight sensitive hole while it winks and flutters against the pad of his tongue, fuck you never felt so intense before, it was just crazy.

"I'm cumming! Im cumminggg!" you screamed, eyes rolling back as you felt some type of liquid gushing out of you, spraying onto Geto's face and all over his hair but that obviously he didn't stop him one bit, matter a fact it motivated him, both of them smiling at each other as Suguru pounds his fingers into you at an impossible pace, your clit practically numb from Gojo. After they were both satisfied, Suguru sucked up your juices and cleaned your dirty cunt with his tongue.

"Didn't think the first time you'd squirt would be with me and my best friend?, What a little dirty slut you are princess" Gojo whispers in your ears before planting a kiss on your forehead.

"So, ya think you know how to please a woman now?" Gojo questions Geto, looking at him.

"I don't know man I thinkkk I need more visuals and experiments if that's alright with you" Suguru grins slyly at his friend, hoping he understands what he meant.

"Of course bro, that's fine by me, thats what best friends are for". Gojo winks at him playfully.

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fariesoiree · 8 days

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hiiii it's my birthday and I was wondering if I could get a birthday hobie x reader?

hi pumpkin! first off, happy late birthday i hope you had sooooo much fun. so sorry i couldn’t get this to you on your actually birthday. i wanted to, promise! i just had a lot to do but here you go <3 celebrating your birthday w hobie. i’m hoping this makes it through tumblr bc my last drabble about rengoku is not showing up on the dash but it’s on my acc if you’re interested — hoping this is what you wanted | mdni, black fem coded reader, unedited

birthdays came up early in your relationship with hobie, especially considering his came a few months before yours. you found out rather quickly that he’s not a big fan of making the day a holiday.

of course, he’ll smile and plant a sweet a kiss on your two-toned lips when you, eventually, pull a tiny, gift wrapped gift out hidden — somewhere new every time — and set it in his hands. you do it every time, even hen he says he doesn’t want a single thing, and it’s always a relatively cheap gift so he doesn’t make a fuss about it. last year, it was a little necklace set from hot topic, modeled after the coraline movie’s stone and key — only $7.95 and thankfully, on sale.

however, your birthdays are different.

they’re important to you and therefore, important to hobie. he cherishes them, staying away from your affection all day while he prepares his boathouse for your arrival. he’ll get balloons and candles for mood lighting, he’ll go to the grocery store and pocket a box of cake mix and whipped icing, he’ll use the sprinkles from the night before. hobie will even chop up fruit and melt chocolate to dip them in later, following the creamy pasta he’s cooked for dinner just in case you didn’t feel like indulging in something as sweet as cake, that night.

that’s not dessert though. the real dessert comes after cuddling on the couch and soaking in the praises that fall from your lips between kisses until your lips are swollen and sheened with saliva. every year, he takes your hand and leads you to his bedroom, where he forces you to close your eyes upon stepping through the door way. you can’t know where his hiding space is. you’re too curious and would end up investigating it in secret later on.

this year, hobie managed to get you the demonia camel-311’s. how he had gotten him through his unconventional methods is unknown to you but you don’t ask, too busy fawning over the smooth, vegan suede beneath your fingertips.

“oh my god, hobie. what the hell?” you say, seated on the end up his disheveled bed, eyes round in grateful astonishment.

hobie’s has always been . . . clean but not tidy. he knows where everything is and you understand that he has a system. the random stacks of albums littered around the room never bothered you, nor did single wall covered with painted doodles parallel to the bed you sit on.

“you like em’, bug?” he drawls, showcasing his prideful smile full of teeth as he watches you go through the motions to react to his grand gift. “i’m mates with this guy who sells em’. looks like something you’d like.” hobie doesn’t bring up the deal he made to do some manual labor instead of paying such a pretty penny for these shoes.

you head rise and falls in a little nod and you set the shoes on the floor, reaching inside to pull out the brown-gray stuffing paper to keep the molding of the shoes.

this persists for a while, your gushing and prattling over the platform boots, warm and perfect for the winter. it’s all a routine part of the night, something you’ve expected — not because you knew what gift he was going to get you, but because he always gets you material gift before and something a little more after.

the after is what you both know you’re really looking forward to, after all the events that slowly passed throughout the night.

“oh my god, hobie!” it’s the same words from earlier but this time, said so much differently. it’s whiney, airy, and provocative. you can’t help it, the sound forced out of your mouth with each snug smack of hobie’s heavy balls against the brown globes of your ass, part of which glisten with the watery cream of your past two orgasms.

hobie plucks your hand slotted against the soft outlines of his abdominal muscles on his stomach. he grins, strained, and rests your palm against his chubby lips. “you g - got it, pretty.” he mumbled into the warm skin of her hands, words muffled on their way to your ears, not that you’re paying attention anyway. “ ‘s your dick, yeah?”

anything he says just comes across as faint buzzing humming in your head. your legs have begun to shake and twitch, muscles stretched and pushed up to your ears. your cunt is on full display, in its brown and chubby glory, squeezing around the length of hobie’s cock with the intent to milk him dry.

your back has long begun to arch off the soft mattress with a balled hand repeatedly making soft contact with his shoulder. you’re struggling to withstand it, writhing beneath his hold. you’re sure you would have wiggled away and up the bed had he not had you anchored in his grip. you’re struggling but you love it, finding yourself delirious with the lust that comes with being fucked within an inch of your life.

“can’t,” you hiccup, tugging at your hand encapsulated by his. you want to draw it back and push him some more but he won’t let you, overpowering your strength with his own. tears form in the outer corners of your eyes and roll down the sides of your face.

you’re rewarded with a firm smack on the chub on your round butt, leaving a stinging sizzle that has you jolting with a gasp. another wave of waterworks comes forward in your eyes. you want to sob but the ability is ripped away when hobie digs his fingers into your mouth, as many as he can until no more can fit and drool is pooling out the corners.

“you’re, god, lyin’, pet. hate that,” he pauses, pressed entirely into your sopping wet cunt, eyeing you with disdain. his fingers press against your soft tongue, eliciting more drool to pull in your mouth. he tilts his head at the sight of you, twitching and eyes blown out.

he can still feel your pussy pulsing greedily, begging for more, and he chuckles, pulling his slob covered fingers out your mouth and taking ahold of your thighs again. “you always say that but you didn’t use your safe word so i know you’re lyin’.”

you sort of just warble, feet dangling in the air. your toes, painted a pretty pink gel polish, curl and straighten with each movement hobie makes, even if it’s just him leaning forward.

“gonna tell me i’m wrong?” hobie’s voice drops into a whisper. he’s close enough for his lips to skim across your cheek, breath warming the surface of your skin.

he’s pleased to see a small shake of your head. “no,” you’re telling him wordlessly, round eyes staring right into his more slanted ones. you’re lucky he’s considered being sweeter on such a day of celebration.

“no? then you’re gonna quit your whinnin’, right?” his hand comes to plant on the round crest of your head, flattening your scalp, frizzy due to the physical activity he’s put you through.

your leg goes to circle around his slim waist, locking his body to yours. “mhm . . . ‘m sorry, ‘bie.” you’re much softer now, more pliant without the constant push and pull inside your sensitive cunt. your circle your hands around his cheeks, brushing your thumb across the smooth, seal brown skin across his face.

the corners of his mouths lift; he finalizes your gentleness with a sloppy kiss on your mouth, wrapping his tongue around yours and sucking it into his mouth. there is stringy saliva connecting the two of you. his hand atop your head serves its purpose when hobie finally begins to move again, thrusting deep in your cunt. it keeps you right where he wants you despite your wriggling.

his other hand supports his weight, jumbling the sheets between his fingers. his head falls onto the bed beside yours and you have a front row seat to the groans and pants he exudes, lost in your body.

every year when your birthday comes around, hobie picks you up, bring you to his house, and showers you in love and affection throughout the night. he makes dinner, lights your birthday candles, and watches any movies of your choice.

every year, he surprises you with a gift he had planned for months and pulls it from his super secret hiding spot. he soaks in your flattery with a grin until you’re done and putting the new gift to use.

and every year, you both wrestle in the sheets, naked bodies connected at the most intimate parts as the air grows thick and heavy with lust. he kisses you through your whines and cries, forcing blinding white orgasms out your body until you’re exhausted and tapping out.

#⋆౨ৎ˚⟡ 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 . . . 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 . . . 𝜗𝜚⋆#hobie x black!reader #hobie smut #hobie brown #x black fem reader #astv hobie #x black reader #x reader #hobie x reader #hobie x y/n

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heyybaejjk · 1 month

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SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - CHAPTER 7 18+

pairings; teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary; Slow steps, baby steps.

warnings/notes; this chapter contains a HEAVY topic of grooming :( I hope people actually read my warnings, especially this one. I advise you read something else if you're uncomfortable with this type of topic. Miguel needs to be slapped silly for his eyes to open up fr. Manaia's supportive friends trynna help 😞 SLOW FUCKING BURN MY GGGGGGGGGGGGGG

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Miguel had arrived home two hours later than usual. He saw no reason to rush anyway. His silent walk in the rain with a small umbrella in his hand made him reminisce about the time he had spent with Manaia earlier. Her sweet perfume lingered, intruding on Miguel's sense of smell. His much taller form had no personal armrest to joke around with or tease. Instead, he walked home with his hand in his pocket wrapped around his phone, waiting, itching for a call from her. Then he realized that throughout their friendship, he had never given her his phone number.

Entering his dark room, he threw his bag onto the floor and immediately plunged onto his bed, not bothering to close his door. His back muscles ached. His legs ached. His head ached. His everything was just in pure pain. But he made sure to endure the walk and take no form of transportation. He knew his aching body was nothing compared to how Manaia had felt. Miguel knew his words were a bullet to the heart, but he found himself pulling the trigger.

"Hun, are you okay?" His mother waited at the door after knocking softly on his bedroom door. He mumbled a soft yes while his face was planted against his pillow.

"I'm going to make dinner soon, want to help me?" She asked politely, now leaning against his doorframe with her arms crossed against her chest. Miguel let out another incoherent mumble to which she rolled her eyes. Miguel knew his mother, and his mother knew Miguel. She wasn't dumb. "My sweet child, what's wrong?"

Now sitting up with his back against his bed frame, he ran a hand through his hair. He knew there was no getting out of this, so he saw no point in lying either. "Nothing, mama. Just school biting me in the ass," he bullshits anyway.

"Right. My brainy son who does nothing but study every day is stressed over.. school?" She skeptically asked.

Miguel raises his eyebrows as confirmation while his lips form a straight, "Yeah, basically."

"Miguel, I birthed you. I'm sure I'd know when you're lying."

"Mama, I'm not lying."

His mother walks closer to him in a swift motion. He watches as his mother's knee reaches up, her hand taking off one of her sandals.

"Wait! Okay- okay, I'm sorry."

She gives him a stern look, "Then tell me what you're all sooky about."

Miguel sighs and contemplates, "It's just this girl I've been talking with."

"The girl you've been gushing over the past few years? You finally... you know?" She eggs him on.

His silence was made up for with a nod. "We've gone farther than what we should have, and I regret it."

A harsh slap on his thigh made him cry out, "You got her pregnant!?"

"What? Mama, no!" he grunts, holding his hand out, "We just became friends just like you advised me to!"

His mother moves back, her shoe on the floor as her hands grip her hips. Shaking her head as she sighs, "Okay good, at least you know what not to do."

"I'd never do that, mama. You've taught me better."

"Then what are you sulking about? Befriending that girl was something you wanted, right?"

Miguel nods.

"Then what is the problem? You invited her like I asked? She said no?"

"I mean I told her about coming over..." he trails off, another slap on his thigh, "Ow! Mama!"

"Oh, you are such a fool," She pinches the bridge of her nose, "Miguel, telling someone and inviting someone over are two different things! What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking," he lowers his head.

"Yeah, clearly," she sighs.

She shifts closer to her beloved son, cradling his head in her warm arms. "For a top student like yourself, you can be a big idiot," she jokes. "If you find yourself around her again, maybe try to invite her properly."

"Well, I think it would be awkward to, if I'm being honest with you, mama."

"Why is that?" Slightly wrinkly fingers cup his face.

He explains everything that had happened hours prior. From when they had walked together, to the bus ride, and to the very awkward interruption from her younger brother at the front of her house.

His mother tries to understand, truthfully she was but the attempt of wrapping her mind around what her son did and didn't do wasn't clicking. For all the years that had passed since he met the said girl, he wouldn't shut the fuck up. "So, you don't feel anything for her?"

Miguel shakes his head.

"At all? Feelings are completely platonic?"

He shakes his head again.

"You're too in denial," she gives up, slapping his head before walking out of his bedroom.

"What do you mean?" he calls out, rubbing his head and fixing the messed-up strands.

"Figure it out, now get up and help me make dinner!"

Miguel had finally found comfort in his pillows and thick blanket, scrolling on his phone until his friends texted him on their usual group chat. He continued to read their chat, guilt eating him alive from earlier. The thought of Manaia feeling upset had clouded his mind. What would they do if they found out? They weren't the type to be angry when Manaia was upset; they were more likely to comfort her than to react with rage. Miguel took his time to come clean to them.

mahi_sniffer: guys i cut my hair 😓 its looks so fucking bad

[ mahi_sniffer has sent a photo to pussy eatersssss ]

bololicker: tf cunt why is it so shit

bololicker: HAHAHA

aluaigioukae: WHAT IN THE TRASH

bololicker: good luck trying w the beckis now

aluaigioukae: you cut your hair cos of ur nits? 😹

mahi_sniffer: got sick of ur dad pulling on it when he hits it from the back

bololicker: oh hell nah

Everyone had stopped typing, probably gone off to do something else, unlike Miguel, who observed his still screen with a racing heart. "No one's here, I should say it now," Miguel thought. He typed swiftly, then hesitated to hit send. "Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it-"

M.Ohara_99: I fucked up

Long pressing on his message to unsend, he sees Kiuga typing. There was no pussying out now.

aluaigioukae: were you the one who cut siones hair? bcos you did more than fuck up

[ M.Ohara_99: I fucked up ]

bololicker: HI MIGUELLL

mahi_sniffer has replied to M.Ohara_99's message !

mahi_sniffer: wat happened daddy 😢 yo mama not single anymore?

M.Ohara_99: I think I upset Manaia today.

aluaigioukae: cmon now dawg 😞 whats the happs w you two now

mahi_sniffer: lich uh relly

bololicker: was this today??

M.Ohara_99: I mean to keep it short, she just asked if we'd be more that what we are.

mahi_sniffer: uh huhh and then you said yes and made out??

M.Ohara_99: I said we'd just always be friends

aluaigioukae: WHAT

bololicker: fucks sake bruh 😭

aluaigioukae: thats fking crazyyyyy

bololicker: always cockblocking urself smh

M.Ohara_99: I understand, I truly didn't mean it. I just thought we'd always be friends. I saw no reason to lie since I've wanted to become closer to her, just not as close as she was hinting at.

He groans as he sees Sione sending a voice message. Sione only sends those when he is truly upset with what his friends have done. More disappointed than upset. Now, he truly knows how dumb he was with what he said to the poor girl. Tapping on the play button, he turns his volume down as Sione's voice echoes throughout his room.

[ mahi_sniffer has sent a voice message to pussy eatersssss ! ]

"ARE YOU DUMB? Its like if you- like if you just went ahead and like- I CANT EVEN THINK OF AN EXAMPLE BECAUSE OF HOW DUMB THAT MOVE WAS-" the audio recorder cuts off. He sees Sione typing.

mahi_sniffer: now shes gonna call me sooking over it smh

aluaigioukae: i give it 10 minutes before she calls you

bololicker: i say 5

aluaigioukae: no one asked u

mahi_sniffer: yeah well both of you are wrong cos shes calling me now 🥲 i'll brb

aluaigioukae: tell her i say hi at least

bololicker: so you're fine with just being friends w naia??

M.Ohara_99: I guess yeah

aluaigioukae: soooo you dont have feelings for her

M.Ohara_99: I guess I sort of do have feelings for he

aluaigioukae: "ermm i think i do 🥺" BOI WHY R U SO IN DENIAL FOR GODDAMN

M.Ohara_99: When she asked if we were to be more than what we already were, I hesitated to be upfront

aluaigioukae: upfront about what exactly

M.Ohara_99: how i feel about her, i just didnt want my real answer to overwhelm

bololicker: U IDIOT IF SHE ASKED YOU THAT QUESTION, IM SURE SHE WOULD'VE BEEN FINE AND JUMPED ON UR ASS

aluaigioukae: OKAY SO, what im getting from this is that you dont have feelings for manaia, BUT you didnt want to be honest with her and told her you'd js be friends for like forever?? SO SAYING YOU DIDNT WANNA BE HONEST BASED ON WHAT YOUVE ALREADY SAID TO HER MEANS YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR HER???

alugioukae: miguel 😿

M.Ohara_99: no?

alugioukae: if you saw manaia hanging around another guy the same way shes been hanging around you, how would you feel?

aluaigioukae: more importantly, if it was seth?

Miguel takes a pause to reread the small bubbled text. A new scenario is created in his mind. A larger hand intertwined with Manaia's, the girl and boy are seen walking down as they smile at each other adoringly. Another scenario erupts, a comforting hand is glued to her back as the pair walk together, her soft hand pulling him closer to her body. He shakes his head and scoffs.

M.Ohara_99: I would feel nothing

bololicker: im not even going to try ur too emotional constipated

bololicker: good fucking night 😭

M.Ohara_99: I apologise

aluaigioukae: apologise to ur missus man 😖

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All you have to do is be quiet. You can do that, right?" A calloused hand ran through the soft curls of the girl who sat on his lap. "You're such a beautiful girl, you know that?" An arm wrapped around the small girl's stomach to keep her in place. "Pretty girls like you are good listeners. Are you a pretty girl?"

The girl whined, her tiny hands wanting to free herself. "I want to see my mum!" her small voice pleaded.

"Shh, shh, you'll see her soon," the dark voice croaked and cooed. The poor girl could only pout and let the tears that awaited in her eyes flow. "Go ahead and cry, little girl. You look even more breathtaking. Do you think you're a pretty girl?" the rough voice asked. The girl nodded her head obediently. His head leaned down to get a strong whiff of the girl's neck, the scent of strong liquor filling her young nose. He grinned after moving back and left a small kiss on her collarbone. She shivered uncomfortably in his lap.

"Manaia! Manaia! Liam, is Manaia with you!? I brought dinner!" another voice from outside the room called out.

The older man, known as Liam, grabbed the girl by her cheeks, squishing them tightly. "Remember, between us, beautiful girl?" Tears streaked down her face. Nonetheless, the poor girl nodded her head obediently.

Unbeknownst to the older male, the slight crack in the door was wide enough for someone to peek in.

"Manaia!"

"Manaia!

...

"Manaia!"

"Hm!" the said girl pops her head up from her table, eyes red and strained, sweat running down her forehead.

"Wake up, stupid. The bell just went."

"Oh," she continues to rubs her eyes, stretching as her bones crack satisfyingly, "M'up, m'up." Resting her head in her hands, she takes deep, slow breaths before looking up.

Manaia looks around her, she had slept in class for the thousandth time the past two weeks. The classroom was empty with the lights turned off, leaving only herself and Sione. He stood in front of her desk, her bag already on his back along with his, "C'mon, it's first break, you can find a table when we get to the library."

Judging by her silence and huffed breathing, Sione tilts his head knowingly, "Same shit dream?"

She looks away embarrassed. Sione gives a sympathetic hum, "I know how you feel, Nai. You know I'm always here for you. But we have to go before the next class starts, okay?"

An arm was draped around Manaia's shoulders for comfort, her head laid against his side. They walked mindlessly, unbothered by the loud shouts and arguments by the other students they walked by.

Sione extends his hand out to open the library door for the exhausted girl. Manaia is quick to get herself settled down to claim her place at a table. She shut her eyes promptly with the intent to drift back asleep. Along with her weekends, she was having restless weekdays. Adding more hours to her miserable job had made her physically and socially exhausted. But she didn't feel like she could express her complaints and disagreements with a mother like hers.

The lack of money in her family had become a problem as of recently, due to someone's alcoholic problem, and the only girl who would voluntarily listen to anybody was the answer. Her mother informed Manaia that as an exchange for more shifts at her job, she would be able to spend more time out with her friends. She had the time, but not enough energy to do so. Loud, fuming customers along with impatient coworkers had drained her. She'd head home to sleep everything all off before getting up and getting ready for a job that only allowed her to return home three hours before school began.

"You hungry?" Sione's voice breaks Manaia out of her thinking, "I'll run to the canteen 'n get you something before you fall asleep," Sione takes off his jacket and places it on her shoulders. The AC's in the library were a blessing when they were actually needed, but for a cold day like this, Manaia shivered helplessly.

"S'fine, I'm just tired.."

"I'll buy you something at second lunch, then," he tries to bargain. She couldn't bite back as her eyes failed her, slumber had won over once again. Sitting next to her sleeping form, he sighs. Pulling her hair back that flared everywhere, he brushed back the frizzy parts that would bother her sleep.

Reaching into her bag, pulling out the blank pages of paper that were supposed to be full of the work she was assigned days ago. He gives her sleeping form another sympathetic look. He takes out all of her books and begins filling out what she had missed. Writing tips on the margin side of her book, brushing a hand through his hair in eagerness.

"Is she okay?"

Sione looks up and sees Miguel standing there with a worried expression.

"Jus' tired. Want to sit?" He offers.

Without a word, Miguel sits across the both of them, looking down at the paper covered table. "This is what you've been missing out on?"

"It's Naia's shit. I don't understand half of what the fuck is going on in these workbooks, but I know she'll need them later."

"Can I take a look?" Miguel asks.

Sione pushes over the books and papers over to Miguel's side before sighing, "If I can't understand that bullshit, this dumbass here won't either."

"I can fill out some things.. If you'll let me, that is," Miguel hesitates to bring the idea up. But sure enough, Sione agrees quickly.

"Fuck yes, Miguel, please," He cheers happily, his voice so low to not awake his friend that was asleep beside. "Come sit where I am, I'm going to buy her something before she wakes up-"

Already out of his seat and out the door, Miguel could barely make a complaint. He looks over to Manaia who slept peacefully. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. He gets up and sits next to her, carefully not to wake her up. Grabbing all her textbooks, he pushed one to the side to work on later, hitting Manaia in the arm. She jolts awake and Miguel curses in his head. Manaia blinks slowly, the light above her irritate her tired eyes.

She looks over to the side and sees Miguel. She grows embarrassed once again.

They hadn't spoken in what felt like weeks. Realistically, it only had been a few days. The last time they "spoke" - aside from Miguel's aggravating revelation - was last week when they bumped into each other in the hall. They shared an awkward glance before leaving to do what they tended. Though, one of them had turned around to admire the other walking away.

"Hi," Miguel is the first one to speak.

Manaia ponders, "Hi, Miguel.." she speaks softly, giving him a short smile before looking away.

"How are you?" he attempts to make small talk.

"V'been okay, you?"

"Great, fine, fantastic."

"Nice, nice."

They sat in silence, both their hands on the table. So close, close enough to touch each other. Their hands flat out.

Miguel's pinky irks closer to Manaia's. She sees this, but doesn't find herself backing away. Instead, she places her palm over his, now looking at him with a beaming chuckle. One that he missed hearing.

"You're awake! I got you.." Sione returns with a bunch of snacks he managed to buy, "Oh, fuck, sorry guys," he apologises at the interruption of their subtextual rekindling.

Manaia pulls her hand away, and Miguel's heart breaks.

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seaoflove07 · 1 month

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Love Planted a Rose 🌹

~ Dark ~

• Artwork by The Drawables •

Full Art Cover and Story Description, Here.

OCXCanon. 🔪 Azusa & Christine’s Story. 🌹

Fan Fiction Written by Me.

Fandom: Diabolik Lovers.

- The Scene starts in the Rose Garden -

Azusa's POV

Watching from a distance, Azusa has been staring at Christine for a while quietly. The way she looks at the roses with sparkles in her eyes. Her beauty, her long blonde hair, the way her pink dress hugs her body perfectly. It's her! The princess from his dreams. She's here in person. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw her in the kitchen earlier. He couldn't even eat, he was that shocked to see her. For a moment, he thought he was having another dream. But is not a dream. She's here in his world. She smells lovely, her scent has been driving him mad. She left a trail of sweet scent of roses in the hallway. He followed that scent and it led him here. Since he met her he can’t stop staring at her, it feels like she hypnotized him. Those lovely hands that are touching the rose petals, how he wishes and desires for those hands to give him pain right now, to punch him, to cut him, to even choke him. He wants to be punished by her. Just thinking about it is making his heart race, he gets excited and he can't hold back any longer.

- He walks closer to her -

Azusa: “Christine-san…”

She looks at him.

Christine: “Azusa? What brings you here to the garden?”

Azusa: “I was looking… for you…”

Christine: “Me? Do you need anything?”

Azusa: “Yes… Say, Christine-san… do you like pain…?”

Christine: “Huh? Of course not, why would I like pain? Anyway, I already have all the roses that I need, so I’ll be going back to my room now.”

She grabs the basket where she put in all the roses and starts walking away.

Azusa: “I see…”

He catches up to her quickly and grabs her by the arm, facing her towards him. The basket and the roses fell to the ground.

Christine: “Azusa, what are you doing? Let go of me.”

She tries moving her arm off his hand. But he tightens his grip.

Azusa: “I'm sorry… I forgot… you like to drown people… Princess, you can drown me… we have a swimming pool here…”

Christine: “Huh? Azusa, what the hell are you talking about!? I will never do such a thing to anybody.”

Azusa: “Please Princess… I beg you… come with me… to the pool area…”

Christine: “No! And stop calling me, “Princess!” My name is Christine.”

Azusa: … …

“Say, Christine… Do you hate me…?”

Christine: (He's looking at me with sad eyes…)

“I don’t even know you! But to answer your question, I don't hate you. So can you please let go of me?”

Azusa: “... Hit me …”

Christine: “What!? I will not do that.”

Azusa: “Please… hit me… if you say… you don't hate me… then show me… that you like me… by giving me pain… punish me… Christine-san…”

Christine: “Stop joking around! It is not funny.”

Azusa: “I see… so you think… I’m joking…?”

- Azusa pins her down -

They both stay silent staring at each other’s eyes.

Christine: “Please… get off of me…” She said softly.

(Her heart starts beating fast!..)

Azusa grabs one of the roses that fell to the ground. He stares at it for a moment and then looks at Christine.

Azusa: “Seeing you bleed… from these rose thorns… sounds painful… and lovely… Fufu…”

She looks at him with fear in her eyes.

Christine: “Please, don't.”

He caresses her cheek with the rose petals, then moves the rose down her neck.

Azusa: “I can hear… your heart beating… for me… are you enjoying this… Christine-san…? I’ll make you feel… even more good…”

- He cuts her below the neck with the rose thorn -

Christine: “AAh!”

Azusa: “Such… a lovely sight… and scent, I want to see… more blood...”

He cut her two more times, and then with his thumb, he pressed the rose thorns deep into her skin, blood was gushing down her chest.

Christine: “AAh, Please stop!”

Tears start running down her cheeks.

Azusa: “Fufufu… Your beautiful brown eyes… are filled with tears… so lovely… cry more for me...”

He leans down and starts licking her blood.

(Shock!…)

“This blood…! It’s extremely delicious…”

He licks the rest of the blood off.

Christine: “What the hell are you doing!?”

She tries pushing him but he’s too strong, he doesn’t even budge.

Azusa: “... I need more… from this delicious blood…”

- He opens his mouth wide and bites her neck -

• Artwork by @yuma-mukami-garden-god •

A flick of pain.

Christine: (He’s a vampire!!��)

She screams, pushes, and hits his chest.

Azusa grabs her wrists and pins them to the ground, while still drinking her blood.

- Christine cries louder -

*Slurp, Slurp*

Azusa: “Haah…”

He licks his bite marks.

“I need more… I can’t stop…”

He bites her near the chest.

*Gulp, Gulp*

Ruki: “Azusa.”

Azusa: “Ruki… What is it…?”

Ruki: “That woman has had enough for now. Leave her be.”

Azusa: … …

“I don't want… to let her go…”

Ruki: “Let her go right now. I won't repeat myself, Azusa.”

Azusa: (I can see Ruki getting angry…)

He lets go of Christine’s arms and stands up.

“Let’s… hang out more… some other time… okay, Christine-san…?”

Christine: … …

She struggles to stand up but manages and begins to run back to her room.

(Vampire! He’s a vampire! This turned out to be way worse than what I expected. I wonder if his brothers are vampires as well. I'm so scared!…)

- The Next Night -

She looked at her cuts and bite marks in her reflection in the mirror. Christine is still shaken up about what happened last night with Azusa. She never thought vampires were real. Vampires only exist in fiction novels and movies. Scared for her life, she needs to think of a smart plan to run away, she can't stay here. But until she figures out a plan she will act normal and will continue doing her job. She needs to survive. She applies concealer to cover up the marks. The makeup didn't cover much but at least it's a little lighter than what it actually looks like.

*TimeSkip*

All five of them were in the kitchen eating breakfast. It was the same scenario, Yuma and Kou fighting over the food and Azusa staring at her. Not taking his eyes off her, not even for a second.

Christine: (Him staring at me is making me feel nervous and uncomfortable…)

Ruki: “Livestock, after breakfast you and I are going to the manor's library to organize and clean. Is that clear?”

Christine: “Yes.”

She takes a sip of her coffee.

Kou: “Kujaku-chan, for dinner you should cook us Vongole. With your cooking skills, I bet it will taste extra delicious.” He said with a smirk.

Christine: “Kujaku-chan? What that even mean?”

Kou: “It means Peacock in English.”

Christine: “So you are calling me a male bird?”

Kou: “Well, Peacock suits you more than the Peahen does. The Peacock has long train colorful feathers. They are eye-catching like you. Azusa agrees with me. Right, Azusa?”

Azusa: “E-Eh…?”

… …

Christine: (He's blushing and he removes his gaze from mine. Did he get shy?…)

Yuma: “Oi, Kou! Your flirting is lame and stop teasing our little brother.”

Kou: “Fufufu~ It's hard not to when he's been staring at her this entire time. It's cute. Fufu~”

Ruki: “That's enough, Kou. Livestock, on Friday, you will have your work shift at the Sakamaki’s mansion. Those bastards will rip you apart. That's why every Friday, one of us will accompany you.”

Christine: (Chills run down her spine!…)

“Are they like you guys?”

Ruki: “What do you mean by that? We are much better than those assholes. If you dare compare us to them again, I will punish you in the dungeon. Got it?”

Christine: “I’m sorry...”

She couldn’t eat anymore and wanted to cry, but she held back the tears and didn’t say any other word.

(These men are dangerous...)

*TimeSkip*

Christine finished cleaning and organizing the library with Ruki. She felt lucky that nothing bad happened, he even confirmed to her that he, his brothers, and the Sakamaki brothers were all vampires and that Karlheinz was the biological father of the Sakamaki brothers. Not them. He also told her about the chosen Eve living with the Sakamaki’s. Yui Komori is her name and she’s human just like she is. Christine wants to meet her. From what Ruki told her, it seems like the Sakamaki brothers are very dangerous vampires. Even though she hasn’t met Yui, she hopes she’s safe and not being tortured by the brothers. Christine was feeling a little tired so she went to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. As she walks in she sees Azusa making a sandwich.

Azusa: “Princess… I-I mean… Christine-san... did you come here... looking for me...?”

Christine: “No, I’m just gonna make a cup of coffee.”

Azusa: “I see... I have noticed… you drink coffee a lot… is it your favorite drink…?”

Christine: “It is. Coffee helps me get through the day. Well, night in this case now since I'm in Japan. But besides that, I do love the taste of coffee and I enjoy going to different coffee shops. Back home, I saw online so many nice ones close by here. I can't wait to visit a few of them on the weekends on my days off.” She said with a smile.

Azusa: “You have a beautiful… smile…”

Christine: !!

(I can feel my cheeks getting flushed…)

Azusa: “Fufu… adorable… Can I join you…?

Christine: “You like coffee too?”

Azusa: “Not really… but… I want to… get to know you… and to be… near you…”

Christine: “You really want to get to know me?”

He nods.

Azusa: “I want to know… everything… about you…”

Christine: (I don't know if this is a good idea. But I can't seem to bring myself to say no to him…)

“Sure then… I'll be looking forward to it.”

He smiles adorably.

Azusa: “This made me happy… Christine-san… Say, would you like... a sandwich...? I make the best... sandwiches ever... Fufu...”

Christine: “No, thank you. I’m not hungry.”

(He looks disappointed…)

Azusa: “Would you… at least try it…? I would like… your opinion… please...?”

Christine: (I wanted to say “No” but I have a feeling, he won't take a no for an answer…)

“Okay, I'll try only a piece.”

Azusa: “Thank you, Christine-san…”

He cuts the sandwich in half perfectly.

“Here you go…”

Christine takes the sandwich, looking at Azusa who has a sweet smile on his face. She takes a bite of the sandwich.

Christine: !!!!!!

(It’s so spicy! I can feel the burning sensation!!…)

*Cough, Cough*

“Azusa! This is extremely spicy!”

She starts feeling the pain and continues to cough, throwing the sandwich on the floor. Her eyes start getting watery. Christine ran to the refrigerator to get milk. She was close to opening the fridge but Azusa grabbed her wrist stopping her.

Christine: “Let go! My mouth is burning!”

She starts sweating.

- Azusa pins her, pressing her back tight to the Refrigerator -

Azusa: “Ah… wonderful… you must be… enjoying this sweet pain… You and I are the same kind… Fufu…”

Christine: “What the heck are you talking about!?”

*Cough, Cough*

“Please… Azusa…”

(My mouth is starting to feel numb…)

Azusa: “Fufufu… this excitement is making me thirsty…”

- He licks her tears -

Christine: (What the heck…!)

Azusa: “Mmn… even your tears are delicious… You are an amazing… woman… Christine-san... now… I'll have a sip of your blood…”

He sinks his fangs on her neck.

*Slurp*

“Mmn… even with all the spice… that you just ate… your blood is sweet… it tastes like strawberry cream…”

He bites her again.

*Gulp*

Christine: “Ahh! Stop!”

She tries pushing him.

Yuma: “Oi, Azusa! Let Blondie go. Ruki will get upset if he sees this ruckus in the kitchen.”

Azusa: “… Okay…”

He lets her go.

Christine turns around immediately, she opens the refrigerator and grabs the milk. Drinking it desperately.

Yuma: “Oi Blondie, take it easy. Don't be acting like a piggy!”

Her breath was coming in gasps.

Christine: “… My… mouth… It’s still burning…”

She continues drinking the gallon of milk.

*Gulp, Gulp*

Yuma: … …

He stares at Azusa.

“You just had to force her to eat one of ya spicy meals.”

Azusa: “Fufu… She looks adorable…”

— TO BE CONTINUED —

(Prologue) (Chapter 01)

• Artwork by Monmonartz •

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mouschiwrites · 6 days

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ahem, let me redo this... (i think I did it wrong the first time) CONGRATULATIONS!!!! IM SO PROUD OF YOU!!! 500 FOLLOWERS!!?!?!?!?! star struck <3

here's the board (again...) the character i had in mind was Cole from Ninjago

(I LOVE YOU 💜💜💜💜💜💜)

AUGH OMG you're too sweet 😭😭 I love you too!!! Also.. I'm totally starstruck as well! I'm so pleased to have you all here :,)

(note: f/a = favorite (music) artist)

Word count: 1.4k

Ninjago - The Concert (Cole) (500 follower event)

“Come on Y/n, we’re going to be late!”

“You can’t be late to being early,” you protested, jogging through the halls urgently. “Where is it?”

You were looking for your jacket; it was a brand new jean jacket Cole had bought just for this concert, and you’d be darned if you left without it.

“What are you looking for?”

“The jacket… you…” You rounded a corner and came face to face with Cole, who was holding the very jacket you were looking for. Though you almost didn’t recognize it, as it had a rather radical new addition; the back was painted with f/a’s logo (or album cover, if they don’t have a logo ^^).

You slapped a hand over your mouth, partly because you were shocked, partly to stop yourself from screaming. You jumped at Cole, throwing your arms around his neck and wrapping your legs around his middle.

“Woah there!” He chuckled, fumbling with the jacket for a second before securing his arms around you. “I’ll take that as an ‘I like it’.”

“Like it?! I love it!” You gushed, squeezing him tighter. Then you let yourself drop to your feet so you could have a better look at the jacket, which Cole handed to you at last.

“Did you paint this?”

“Can you tell?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, running your fingers over the imperfect lines, “but that’s why I love it.”

Cole threw an arm around you and pulled you in to plant a quick kiss atop your head. “I’m glad. Now, we really should get going.”

“Right,” you assented, almost sad to put the jacket on because that meant you had to stop staring at it.

Cole was a seasoned concert-goer. He knew that it was best to arrive earlier than early, if not only to avoid traffic (both human and automotive), then to secure your place in the crowd. And to buy merch if the stands are open, of course.

The stadium was even bigger than you’d imagined, but as more people crowded in it seemed smaller and smaller. Soon you felt like a little brick in a huge Lego set, packed in between so many others and secured in one spot. Luckily the little brick next to you was Cole, someone you didn’t mind being this close to. You clung together, shoulder-to-shoulder, to avoid the other people surrounding you both.

The openers were pretty good, but deep down you were anxious to see your band. To be fair, you did buy the tickets to see them specifically.

And then they finally came. The sky was quite dark by then, and the stadium lights began flashing different colors. At that moment you were certain that they were about to come out. And sure enough, there they were, rocking their best clothes for the occasion on stage.

Your hand tightened into a crushing grip around Cole’s; he was doing the same, but neither of you really noticed. You shared an overexcited glance at each other that read oh my goodness it’s them!! Are you seeing this?

Bouncing eagerly on your heels, you waited in anticipation for the music to start. The speakers blared with f/a shouting a welcome to the crowd, which you and everyone around you responded to with enthusiastic yelling. It was quite noisy, but the speakers easily overpowered the noise with the first note of a song.

Time passed way too quickly. With each new song you silently wished that the moment would last forever, only to be disappointed when it ended but to have the feeling rekindled when the next song started. Suddenly they were all your favorites; though of course you went especially wild when your actual favorite number was played.

Dancing, screaming lyrics, waving your arms—it all came naturally to you, as if you were an animal transformed in the multicolored lights. Maybe there was something in the fog waterfalling off the stage; everyone else seemed to be affected in the same way. You often bumped shoulders with Cole as you both moved around, and sent endless innocent smiles to each other when you stepped on the other’s toes.

F/a ended up doing an encore of your absolute favorite song, earning a little squeal of delight from you. You hopped in the air, but instead of connecting back with the ground, your feet remained dangling in the air. You looked at Cole quizzically, hoping your question was obvious because there was no way he’d hear you talk above all the shouting and music. What are you doing?

Cole just gave you a reassuring smile, heaving you higher into the air and then onto his shoulders with a little “Hup!” that you could barely hear.

You squeezed one of his hands, which were holding your legs in place, in a thank-you gesture, but also in sheer excitement. You could see f/a better than ever from up there, and any guilt you had about blocking someone’s view was eased by the people subtly shifting around you so that they could still see. If the huge smiles on their faces were anything to go by, they were too excited themselves to even notice you. You could also see a number of other people sitting on their companions’ shoulders.

This time, when the song ended, you were in tears. You shouted the most affectionate farewell you could muster when f/a finally left the stage, and then the tears really started pouring.

Cole just held your hand while you walked to your ride, letting you get your feels out. He knew full well what it was like to lose it over music, and he actually cried a little during the concert, too.

Eventually you sniffed sharply, wiping your tears away for the last time. “That was amazing,” you laughed.

“I know! My voice is going to be so hoarse tomorrow.”

“Ugh, mine too… but it was worth it.”

“Totally.”

You hugged your jacket around you, defending yourself against the chilly night air that you were finally becoming aware of. A little smile came to your lips when you remembered what was painted on the back, and you stepped closer so that you and Cole were walking shoulder-to-shoulder.

“I’m so glad they did an encore,” you sighed dreamily, “and I’m glad you let me sit on your shoulders for it.”

Cole wrapped an arm around you, his hand coming to a comfortable rest on your upper arm. “Don’t mention it; I just knew you had to see better if they were doing an encore of that song. I know it’s your favorite.”

You smiled, putting one of your hands over Cole’s.

You two gushed about the concert the whole way home, adrenaline still running too high for either of you to be remotely tired. The sugary ice cream you made a pit stop for certainly didn’t help.

You particularly liked listening to Cole’s gushing; while you could express your joy through fast talking and blushing cheeks, he had an artistic way of describing the things he experienced through other experiences. He likened the colored lights to the taste of sour candy, compared the roaring crowd to the feeling of cannonballing into a surging, lukewarm ocean. Your eyes sparkled at each description he offered, and you found yourself agreeing with almost everything he said.

Single digits were on the microwave clock by the time either of you even started to wind down, but once the sleepiness found you, it hit hard. One minute you were drumming your fingers on the table trying to re-create your favorite bits, and the next you were fighting to keep your eyes open.

“I’m sleepy,” you yawned. “But I don’t wanna sleep yet.”

“Me neither. Let’s just chill on the couch.”

“Good idea,” you smirked, lumbering over to the couch and cozying up with Cole. You planned on gushing a little more, but the feeling of his arms around you and his warm body beneath you were like a sedative. You opened your mouth to speak, but only soft breathing came out, and suddenly all went dark.

The last thing you were aware of was the feeling of lips being pressed to the top of your head. “Love you,” Cole murmured sleepily.

“Love you too,” you slurred automatically, smiling when you remembered that your jacket was still on, still looking fabulous, still holding f/a close to you. It was just you, Cole, and f/a, drifting away to sleepy bliss together.

Tysm for taking part in our event!! And thanks for reading, take care duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

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mikariin · 7 months

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imagine yandere mihawk and crocodile. Mihawk crocodile are together they're not with buggy. one day the walking through the town and they see a man flirting with buggy and for some reason they don't like this but they decide to ignore it. A couple of weeks past and this man and buggy have gone on a quite a bit of dates and after a month or two they get together. buggy is gushing about this man to his friends. He's been missing meetings to hang out with him and one night they go to buggy's tent to interrogate why he's missing meetings. They find he's not there and they look around The town for a bit and then they spot him in the man's house through a window making out and that infuriates them. So one night after a date he walks buggy back to the tent they have a goodbye kiss buggy goes to bed and they follow him back. He notices he's being followed so he tries to run obviously he can't outrun them. they catch up they drag him into an alleyway and then they kill him. Buggy is heartbroken when he's discovered dead. He sad he doesn't want to do anything but he moves on and it just keeps repeating. They kill anyone that tries to ask him out or flirting with him but one night buggy see them kill a man that was flirting with him earlier today. They see him and buggy runs they give Chase. They grab him and take to a alleyway he thinks they're going to kill him But no. They end up confessing how mad they get when someone flirts with him and how they what the dead they tell him he can't get with anyone. That is all I have so far.

My mind instantly went to sabotage by lying a little each time a man disappears, planting little seeds of doubt and sowing insecurities that Buggy already had and ballooning them into major thoughts and if found out, lie again.

Tell him that the guys were trying to find a weak spot in their group, aiming to just take him out after they had their fun and their motive was found.

Buggy is rightfully devastated and maybe looks for closure in them subconsciously, which Mihawk and Crocodile take in greedily.

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crisiscutie · 11 months

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Can you do an absolute feral C.C Sephiroth being intimate with his darling all night and refusing to pull out?

I-Is it finally time to write sadistic C.C? Okay! This is set earlier in the AU, detailing the first time he has his personality switch...

Content Warning: NSFW. Blood. Knife Play, Primal Play. Noncon. Impregnation. Brutal Sex. Long bullet points below.

༻❁༺ What a Beautiful Day...Right?

You don't know what happened. You were just playfully cuddling with C.C after a long day of torment from a certain duo of Sephiroths who seemed to have it out for you.

You wanted to shake things up, so you ran off into the dark trees beyond the backyard, playfully challenging him to find you in the shadows.

You chose a discreet bush to hide in. He can't get you so easily now!

After a while, the hairs on your neck stood up as you realized how quiet it had become while you hid in the bush. He was so excited, shouting "Mother" with such joy a moment ago.

When you tried to peek out from the bush, you felt a sudden pressure as he firmly grabbed both of your wrists, pinning your body up against the weathered bark of the weeping willow tree behind you.

You let out a sigh of delight as your lips curled into a warm smile, murmuring, "M-mmm, you found me~…"

You thought this was just his usual roughness, but his crushing, squeezing grip on your wrists made worried you. You need no more broken bones today.

Was his personality change not obvious? Now more signs are added to the list: the narrowing of his eyes, the sight of his luscious, soft lips curling into a small smirk…

In one swift motion, he violently threw you to the ground, the hard surface sending sharp pains through your body.

"S-Sephiroth, you're hurting me…" you whispered. Even though you had already endured the pain of the last two Sephiroths, you didn't want to suffer any more.

"You knew this pain was coming, didn't you, traitor?" He responded, swiftly summoning his sword and slicing the fabric of your dress into pieces.

The cool air was like a thousand needles prickling your naked, aching body.

The difference in his personality is impossible to overlook now. He had an eerily similar behavior to AC Sephiroth, yet there was a feral, innocent quality that was unmistakably his own as he marked your body with his Masamune.

Tears streamed down your face as the blood pooled from your wounds, the air around you thick with the coppery smell of your blood.

You can also smell the impending rain in the air as you watch the sunlight gradually dim, replaced by the dark shadows of the storm clouds.

You don't know why he is acting like this or what he meant by you being a traitor...

༻❁༺ The Real Fun Begins.

You didn't realize he was on top of you until you felt his gloved fingers gripping your jaw, and you were met with his wrathful and lustful gaze.

"I want you to beg for forgiveness." His low and commanding voice sent a shiver down your spine as it whispered in your ear. He was calm and measured, but his words had a sultry, seething anger.

Even amongst the pain, he made your cunt gushing wet. Your clit arose erect from his domineering aura. He uses his free hand to spread your cunt, to gauge how wet it is.

His smirk twisted darkly when your knee brushed his hardening erection.

"Don't worry, Mother… I will make sure this traitor knows her place. Soon, she will be a part of our family..."

Before you can question him, you screamed when he shoved his entire length into your defenseless cunt.

You begged him not to impregnate you, as the consequences would be dire for the both of you.

"I am the chosen one. I have been chosen to plant my seeds within your womb."

A horrified whimper escaped your lips as you processed his words.

He suspiciously sounded similar to 7R Seph when he said that. Yet he lacked his seductive and snake-like qualities…

Interrupting you thoughts, he pounded your cunt like a vicious lion in heat, without any mercy.

He's rearranging your guts, and there's nothing you can do about it.

His fingers were like iron manacles on your jaw, forcing you to stare into his blazing eyes.

As he destroys your innards, you can feel drool dripping from your lips onto his gloved hand.

If it weren't for your Jenova DNA, his strength would have surely ripped your body apart by this point.

Still, you don't know how you lasted this long. You truly are resilient.

Your cervix is crying out to you, begging for his torture to end. It can't hold the line against his force for much longer.

As he approached his climax, his grip on your jaw gradually weakened, and eventually released.

Only for that brutal, crushing grip to be on your hips instead, as he re-positioned himself to push past your cervix.

His drive and strength are unyielding. He is determined to shatter your last line of defense.

You were taken aback when his luscious lips seized yours with an unexpected ferocity.

You felt your last wall of resistance fell away as you screamed into the kiss.

His hot, corrupted seed flooded your defenseless womb.

He breathed heavily, pleased with the results of his work as he looked down upon your squirming and defeated form.

He stayed inside of you for the rest of the evening, even when every drop of his seed is within you.

You couldn't think straight, from being fucked silly to your now broken body holding his seed...

His lips curved into a smirk, eyes twinkled with joy. He caressed your tear-streaked cheeks and closed his eyes afterward.

He went back to his playful and tender kitten personality after some time...

You felt a resurgence of terror when he realized his cock was sheathed inside your warmth.

C.C cautiously stroked your bulge, feeling himself harden inside you again.

No, no... You can't take another brutal fucking session. You were scared stiff, not wanting to move or make a sound that might spur him to do it again.

Thankfully, he only pulled you close, embracing you. He showered you with his familiar, twisted affection and happiness.

He was unaware of the wounds he had inflicted, for they had already mended. Perhaps it is the better outcome, as he could have regressed to his vicious lion personality or been consumed by guilt by what his other personality done.

But, for some reason, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't move or feel anything below your waist. Why hasn't your Jenova cells mended the damages he's done there?

C.C seemed to sense your broken condition; he was always so perceptive, even when it came to the tiniest details about you.

After a while, he lifted you up off the hard ground, straddling you to his waist as he began to navigate the way back to the ethereal house.

After what felt like forever, a light drizzle descended from the dark storm clouds, while he carried you back.

You could barely make out his words, his voice quivering with joy when he spoke of how wonderful it felt to be inside you. How he feels your bond with him deepening by the moment.

You only gazed at him with a heavy-lidded stare, mesmerized by the single raindrop that slowly trailed down his cheek, like a tear.

When you two reached the house, he took you to your room and lovingly placed you on your bed.

The mattress shifted beneath his weight as he climbed on top of you. Of course, his entire length was still inside you.

"I love you, Mother."

That sweet declaration of love from him was like the meow of a happy kitten.

He snuggled into your neck afterward, embracing your petite form once again.

Despite the physical and emotional pain he inflicted on you, your love for him remains as powerful as your love for the other two Sephiroths that did the same to you, and for the rest…

You lifted your arm and, with little strength left, rubbed his back with tenderness.

You just hope your Jenova cells will work quickly on restoring your lower body so you can experience the sensation of walking again...

The long-awaited origin story of how C.C got his cockwarming kink. And why the darling typically avoids getting penetrated by him.

If you're wondering how C.C impregnating the darling gets reversed: OG Seph just has Jenova impregnate her soon after and has her seed absorb C.C's inside the darling. Weird sciencey stuff, I know.

Also C.C may or may not be responsible for that first mind break of the darling after all...

#sephiroth #ff7 sephiroth #yandere sephiroth #sephiroth x reader #yandere sephiroth x reader #final fantasy 7 #c.c rambles #crisis cutie #tw: noncon #tw: abuse #tw: knife play #house of sephiroth au

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lilacmingi · 2 months

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ALICE IN WONDERLAND AU: TAEHYUNG’S ENDING

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Mad Hatter!Taehyung x fem reader

Word count: 1,710

Note: There’s no taglist for the separate endings. If you haven’t read the series yet, you can find the intro here or find it on my masterlist which is linked at the end of the imagine

Every single one of them were amazing and beyond perfect, but your heart seemed to be pulled towards one of them in particular.

Like a magnet, your eyes were instantly drawn to Taehyung.

"Tae."

He looked up at the sound of his name, his eyes wide in surprise. "Me?"

"Yes you." A soft laugh bubbled up out of you.

His unique, boxy smile made its grand appearance as he ran up to embrace you. Your arms wrapped around him, hands rubbing up and down his back as you relaxed in his hold, letting his comforting scent wrap around you like a warm blanket. He smelled like he just walked out of a bakery.

You parted ways and started saying your goodbyes to all the incredible people you were able to get reacquainted with.

"You'll visit sometime. Right?" Namjoon asked.

"Of course."

"I have small gatherings here at my castle." Jin mentioned.

"Oh. We'll definitely show up."

Taehyung nodded in agreement.

"Well, we should probably get going. If any of you want to meet up sometime, just let us know."

"Yeah and please feel free to stop by any time." Taehyung chimed in.

After saying your goodbyes, both you and the crazy man you had chosen to be yours left the castle and down the cobblestone pathway.

"Like I said earlier, my house a little shabby-looking, so I hope that's not a big deal." Taehyung mentioned as the two of you walked side-by-side.

"Not at all. As long as I get to be with you I'm happy."

"You're so cute, Y/n." He gushed, affectionately pinching your cheek.

Holding back a smile, you turned away only for Taehyung to lean in front of you.

"Don't hide. If you do that, I can't see your cute face." A quick kiss was pressed against your lips. "I'll give you a proper kiss when we get home." He winked.

"Well... we're alone now."

"No. I can't. They're watching us." His shifty eyes moved around warily.

"Who?" You inquired, following his gaze.

"Nothing. Let's go." He dismissed, pushing you forward.

The man was completely bonkers and quirkier than anyone you'd ever met, but that's what made him so lovable.

"Who's watching us?" You inquired.

"I don't know, but they watch all the time. I know they do. I can feel them." He narrowed his eyes.

"You're out of your mind." You chuckled.

"I know that. Now let's go."

The both of you passed by the tea party area where broken glass and abandoned teacups were scattered about the tabletop.

"We're almost there." Taehyung announced. "I don't live far from here."

After walking a little father through a patch of tall plants, you arrived at a small house.

"This is it." Taehyung smiled.

"This is where you live?" You asked, mouth hanging agape.

"It is. I told you it's a little shabby."

You immediately punched his arm. "This looks like Gucci and you say it's shabby? Are you kidding me?"

It was a gorgeous tiny house with a cozy vibe and even had a small, natural pool out in front.

"It's not shabby?" He questioned, lifting his hat to scratch the top of his head.

"No."

"And what's Gucci?"

"It's an expensive brand we have where I'm from, you wouldn't know."

"I'd like to know." He said, his eyes widening with interest.

"Let's just go inside." You chuckled.

He nodded and opened the door to your new home.

Your eyes widened when you saw the interior. It's even more fancy than the outside.

"Taehyung." You gaped.

"What?"

"Your house is incredible."

He grinned brightly at your compliment. "Oh. Don't forget, it's our house now." He leaned down and kissed your tips.

"Are you hungry? I have tea, and tea, and tea, and tea, and tea, and—“

"Taehyung." You chuckled.

"What?"

"Do you have anything else besides tea?"

"Of course I do, silly." He ruffled your hair.

"What do you have here?"

"What do you want?" He asked.

"Anything, really."

"Perfect! Then I can make some delicious instant noodles."

"That'll be great."

"Chef Taehyung at your service." He bowed before rushing off to the kitchen.

You followed him to the cozy little kitchen and took a seat on the countertop.

He started boiling water on the stove while you watched him, imagining many days like this one in the future where you watch him bustle about the kitchen.

He turned around and looked at you with a content expression. You flashed a smile, your gaze staying glued to him as he made his way towards you. His large hands slowly wrapped around your waist, his perfectly-sculpted face leaning closer to yours. In that moment, Taehyung's eyes were no longer playful, instead they were dark and hooded, swirling with intense emotion.

"How about I give you that proper kiss I was talking about, hm?" He murmured.

You couldn't speak, only nodding in response.

Taehyung leaned forward, placing his lips on yours and boy was it magic. This was a real kiss and nothing even close to the way he smacked his lips on yours when you first met.

Your eyelids closed on their own and you removed his top hat, placing it on the counter so you could run your fingers through his fluffy hair.

He pulled away and gently ran his thumb over your cheekbone, his gaze darting about your entire face, memorizing the details of it.

"You're so pretty, Y/n. I mean it."

Getting flustered under his intense gaze, you started to turn away only for him to pull you back to him, guiding you to his lips once more. This time, the kiss was more passionate as Taehyung's head tilted to the side to slot your mouths closer together. His hands slid down to your thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze that made your stomach flip.

Things were starting to get heated when you parted ways.

"Tae, the water." You reminded him, having nearly forgotten about the instant noodles he offered to make.

"Ah! Darn it!" He hastened over to tend to the water, which was bubbling like crazy. "Got too distracted."

He poured the piping hot water into the bowl of dried noodles and closed the lid. It didn't take long for your food to be ready. The both of you took a seat at the small dining table that was big enough for two people.

"Sorry I don't know how to make anything fancier." He frowned.

"It's okay." You grinned, ruffling his hair lightly just as he had done with you. "I'm happy with whatever you make me."

Two weeks later

You made your way out to the small pool outside the cozy house you called home. After living with Taehyung for a couple weeks, you learned that Wonderland was a lot like your old home. There's places to get clothes and places to eat. It's weird. The only difference is there's not near as many businesses there as there are back home. There was a handful of shops and a couple restaurants. That was pretty much it.

Something you also learned was that Taehyung loved making hats. In fact, he made you a couple, but you weren't much of a hat-wearer. That didn't stop you from modeling them for him, though.

You eased into the pool, running your fingertips over the surface of the water, watching the ripples dance along the top. You heard the front door open and turned to see Taehyung heading towards the pool sporting some eccentric swim trunks. The sight made your heart thump. His tanned skin paired well with the colorful shorts, not to mention his slim build, soft tummy, and fluffy hair made him look exceptionally adorable.

"Hey, cutie."

"Hey." He greeted through giggles. "I saw you were headed to the pool and wanted to join."

"I'm glad you did."

He stepped into the pool and made his way over to you.

"You look cute in your little swim trunks."

"I do?"

"Yeah, but you always look cute."

He visibly started to get flustered, his round cheeks tinting pink.

"Look at you getting all embarrassed." You chuckled. "Usually it's the other way around."

"Exactly. I'm supposed to be the one getting you all embarrassed." He huffed while hugging your back.

"You do that all the time. Especially when you compliment me."

"Then your eyes get shifty and you look away from me." He spoke, a tiny smirk making it's way onto his lips.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.

Taehyung's demeanor changed quickly, his large hands started running up and down your back as he pulled you closer. He let out a chuckle when he saw you were beginning to get flustered.

One of his hands settled at the back of your neck, pulling you in as he leaned his face closer to yours. Your eyelids slid closed just before your lips made contact.

Taehyung hummed in satisfaction when you reciprocated his actions, your hands running up and down his bare back, the water clinging to him helping your palms to glide along his skin. Your limbs had a mind of their own, your hands moving from his back, to his chest, and up into his fluffy locks.

The water in the pool was fairly shallow and only came up to your midriff, but that didn't stop you from jumping into Taehyung's arms, allowing him to catch you. His hold on you was firm as his mouth worked against your own, moving at a feverish pace.

When you parted ways, both of you were panting and out of breath, gazing dazedly at each other. Taehyung's dreamy expression was quick to fall as he began looking around like he had seen or heard something.

"What's wrong?" Your brows pulled together.

"I think they're watching us again."

"Taehyung, babe, we're safe here."

"I thought we were too, but I think they're watching us. That's such a pervy thing to do." He cringed.

"I don't think these things you're talking about are real."

"You don't know that."

You shook your head, unable to suppress a light chuckle. "You're off your rocker, but I love you for it."

"I love you too. Now let's get inside where no one can see us."

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#taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #kim taehyung x y/n #kim taehyung x reader #kim taehyung x you #bts alice in wonderland au #bts au fic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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altairs-little-world · 2 years

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Hello! I'd like to request Natsume, Hiiro, and Mika (separate) finding out that their s/o has a keychain of them, thank you and have a nice day!

Natsume, Hiiro, Mika - Finding out their s/o has a keychain of them

Characters: Natsume Sakasaki, Hiiro Amagi, Mika Kagehira

Genres: Fluff, fluff, and fluff!

Smaller “tags”: Keychains, Jealousy, Kisses, Video calls, Dates, Canon Universe

TW: None!

A/N: The requests are coming in~! Those that submitted requests so far, thank you for following the guidelines! All of you have really interesting prompts and ideas, it’s fun to write them!

I’m not too familiar with Mika in general- Sorry if any of them are OOC! Also Gr*mmarly stop picking on Natsume and Mika’s speech you bully.

I hope this was what you were looking for, anon!

NATSUME SAKASAKI ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

— You'd recently bought a small Nendoroid keychain, an inanimate replica of your lovely, redheaded boyfriend who was now scrutinising it with a sullen expression, similar to a pout.

— How did you end up here, in his secret room, with a displeased Natsume in front of you?

— Simple, though not really - you had been proudly displaying the redhead’s keychain everywhere, talking about it whenever you could. It was no surprise that even such an insignificant piece of news had reached the ears of your boyfriend.

“Hey, don’t break that, okay? It was hard to find,” Your words finally pull his eyes away from the dangling keychain in his fingers, with that frown still on his face.

“When did you get thIS?”

“A day or two ago, at-”

“So hE’s your new lovER?”

His question catches you off-guard, a confused expression creasing your face.

“What? No, it’s just a keepsake.”

“I don’t think sO. People say you have been calling it your darLING.”

Ah. Now that you remembered. But you weren’t referring to the keychain, you were talking about him!

Then again, you did indeed gush over how tiny and cute the Nendoroid was, and you did call it “darling”, as Natsume had pointed out in a huff.

“I mean, yes, but it’s just a toy…”

The male didn’t seem to accept the excuse, turning the figure in his hands and looking down at it with disdain.

“FinE. If you want to kEEP it with you all the tIME, might as well make it useFUL.” The redhead nonchalantly says, turning to his little workspace, the keychain still in his hand.

You watched his back as he tinkered with it, muttering under his breath. There was this odd atmosphere in the air, giving you the sense that Natsume had just run from an awkward conversation between the both of you. You would've laughed at this moment if you weren't so nervous from his small outburst just now that suddenly turned into silence as he focuses on his work. It was as if you could never figure out what this wizard was up to.

He returns after a short moment, grasping the Nendoroid in his hand so you could barely see the head of red poking out, the silver chain hanging out.

“Hold your hands oUT,” Your lover orders, and you comply, arms outstretched and palms facing up.

He takes your hands in his with surprising gentleness - wasn’t he irritated earlier? - and wraps your hands around the keychain, placing his hands around yours.

Just as you were about to ask what he was doing, Natsume bends down and brings your hands to his lips, planting a tender kiss on your fingers as his golden gaze never left yours.

“I magickED it, so now, it’s a lucky charm for you, my kitTEN~” The self-proclaimed magician says in a sing-song voice, pushing your hands down and moving past them to claim that smile of yours.

Eccentric, that’s what he was, and you loved him for it.

“When I’m not around, you can let this protect yOU. When I’m around, I want thAT out of sight and your eyes on mE.”

HIIRO AMAGI ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

— The moment the latest ALKALOID merch was released, you snagged multiple copies of each type of your lover's merchandise!

— Sadly, his keychains sold out fairly quickly - you could only get one instead of twenty as you were planning to buy, how terrible!

— Needless to say, this little limited edition keychain of your beloved redhead was your most prized possession.

— You carry it around everywhere, hooking it to your bag or clothes and showing it off proudly!

— Which is why Hiiro notices it the moment he meets up with you again, on a date.

— He doesn’t recognize it at first - the man’s too distracted by the sight of your smile, the way your eyes light up when he meets your gaze.

— Until you proudly show off the keychain, angling one side of your hip towards Hiiro to show him the mini him dangling off your pants, hooked on your pocket.

“Aha! That’s the keychain that got sold out in a few minutes! Why do you have it?”

... Honestly, you wanted to smack him for being so oblivious to the obvious sometimes.

You huffed and pointedly explained how you had “risked life and limb” to get this limited edition merchandise, toying with the keychain as you did so. Hiiro would probably take your words literally again - but it was cute, so you exaggerate as much as possible, expecting his questioning look and small frown of confusion.

What you didn’t expect was for him to suddenly grab the hand you were fiddling the toy with, slipping his fingers between yours and locking your hand in his grip. The frown on his face was there, but not due to your bombastic words this time. Instead, Hiiro was staring at your hands, casting a resentful look at… The keychain?

“Hiiro?” This time, you were the one who was confused. (Oh, how the turns have tabled-)

“Hmm?” He perks up at your voice, piercing blue looking into your questioning eyes. “Ah, it’s nothing.” A smile returns to his face, his thumb stroking your hand reassuringly. Hiiro pulls you along as he begins walking, never letting go of your hand.

“The keychain… Keep it at home, okay? You might lose it outside, and that would be a shame!” He hums, turning his head to address you directly.

“But it’s meant to be carried around-”

He immediately silences your argument when you had barely started, pressing his lips against you in a shallow, yet fierce kiss. Thank goodness it was dark out, and there weren’t many around to witness this display of affection. In the middle of the street, no less.

You recognized this - he was annoyed at something involving you. The keychain tapped against your hand, like a reminder, and you figured out what was on his mind, closing your eyes and accepting his show of dominance.

Just how ridiculous and endearing could this man get? You didn’t have an answer, for now, kissing him back with a grin. Either way, you loved him, as he loved you.

“That’s just a toy - it can’t love you like I can and do!”

MIKA KAGEHIRA ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

— Like your heterochromia boyfriend, you had quite the aptitude when it came to art!

— As an idol and student at Yumenosaki, Mika didn’t have much time to see you - completely understandable! But you still desperately missed the boy who had such a hold on your heart.

— Perhaps something that looked just like him would alleviate your longing! Yes, a plush just like the many soft toys he had, but smaller so you could always keep him by your side!

— There wasn’t any fan merchandise or official merchandise of him as a plushie yet, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

— A tiny plush of your precious Mika, all for yourself!

— It wasn’t too convenient to carry the plush everywhere as you wanted, despite its size - aha, why not make it into a keychain, then?

— And so the first Mika plushie keychain was born. By your own hands, no less!

When you were satisfied with the product, you immediately texted him to see if he was free for a video call right now - you couldn’t wait to show your artsy boyfriend the results!

Your excited smile only grew wider when you saw his beautiful pair of gold and cyan eyes, partially hidden by his cheekbones from the soft smile that dominated his face at the moment of seeing you.

“What up? Ya’ wanted me to see somethin’?”

Nodding, you dangled the keychain in front of the camera. “Look, a mini you!”

“A min’ me!” He repeats. You love the way his cat-like eyes widen in awe, mouth forming an ‘o’ as he watches you turn it in your hands. “Why makin’ a min’ me all of a sudden?”

“Ah, um…”

His big grin tones down to a small embarrassed smile, with matching cheeks of pink when you explain.

“Awhh, you bein’ so sweet… I done miss you too!” Mika nuzzles his cheek up to the camera, making you laugh at how cute he was. Maybe a keychain wouldn’t be enough to keep you company - you wanted to have the love of your life in your arms even more, now.

“Ah, also…” You tilt your head at his voice, soft and breathy from your phone, waiting for him to speak again in that beautiful voice of his.

Instead, Mika presses a kiss to his camera, directed at you. It was the closest you two could get to an actual kiss right now, but it satisfied him, for now.

It's your turn to blush, hiding your face behind your arm at his action. God, how was he so adorable and loving? You could only thank fate for delivering him into your open arms.

“I’m happy ya’ wanna keep me close to ya’ with that min' me... But I wanna be tha favourite, please?”

#enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #natsume sakasaki x reader #hiiro amagi x reader #mika kagehira x reader #natsume sakasaki #hiiro amagi #mika kagehira #ensemble stars

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kirislovelygf · 10 months

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hiiiiii could you maybe do one where reader is metkayina (tsireya and ao’nung’s sister) and when the sully’s come she develops a big crush on kiri and one day while the rest of the sully siblings are training with tsireya and ao’nung, reader shows kiri to a secret spot and they confess their feelings for each other?? and it’s just really cute and fluffy

the waterfall (kiri sully x fem! metkayina reader)

contents: wlw confession, crushing, wlw loveee, teen crushes, young love, secret spot, kisses, just fluff

wrd count: 1.6k

a/n: AWW THIS IS SUCH A CUTE PROMPT <33 ty to whoever requested it, i did my best to carry out the prompt, i hope you love it!!

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ever since kiri, arrived, i was obsessed.

not in a creepy way.

but i love spending time with her.

and teaching her about the ways of my village.

she’s so funny and kind and beautiful.

like the other day, when i was teaching her about the sea animals.

i was showing her a fish i knew a lot about and was telling about all these cool facts i learned about it growing up.

and everyone i took a breath to look at her, she’d be smiling with her bright curious eyes on me.

and earlier today, when we met up for morning feast, or break-fast as she calls it, she came with her two front hair strands in little braids.

and two hair clips i have on either side of her head.

she was absolutely glowing and i just, i couldn’t stop smiling!

she looked so cute!

and now it’s later and all of us are on the beach.

we’re supposed to be training them with their ilus.

“hey.” kiri whispered to me as we stood next to each other on the beach.

i smile and glance at her.

“you wanna get outta here?” she asks.

i look over at my siblings as they teach the sullys about ilu behavior.

“yeah, let’s go.” i whispered back. we tiptoed away from the group until we were far away enough to run and not get noticed.

i took her hand and we ran into the jungle of the mainland.

“where are you taking me?” she laughed.

i turn and hold both her hands in front of me. i look up at her excitedly.

“i have a spot i want to take you to. i think you’ll love it!”

she nods and i continue to lead her through the jungle.

we finally reach a clearing and i push giant leaves out of my way to reveal my favorite spot on the whole island.

a cove with a waterfall. the most relaxing place i’ve ever known.

plants and flowers surrounding the pool and vines hung from tree to tree over it.

“woww.. it’s just like the forest at home.” kiri gushes as she stared at the wildlife around her.

i watch her in admiration as she stared at birds fly by.

“yeah, i.. i sometimes come here to be by myself.” i told her.

she looks down at me and smiles.

“come. i have another spot to show you.” i smiled.

i take her hand again and we walk around the pool to the giant boulders where the waterfall was formed.

under it was an opening where you could sit behind the waterfall.

we sit down next to each other and despite the load chaotic noise from outside, the waterfall made little noise where we were.

i watched as kiri stuck her azure striped hand into the water. it splashed on her palm and she giggled at the sensation.

i laughed softly at her reaction before she shook her hand and the water droplet got all over me.

i rolled my eyes and wiped it off my face.

“very funny, forest girl.”

“i know.” she smirked.

i sit with my legs crossed, facing the water.

tell her, tell her, tell her, don’t miss your chance, tell her!

“how do you like the island so far, kiri?” i asked her nervously.

“that’s the thing, you’re the best part of it.” she chuckled.

i don’t think she knows i took that seriously because my cheeks are heating up so much, i think they might catch fire.

i laugh nervously in response.

“but seriously..”

ugh.

“..i love learning about the island every day. and your culture and your people.” she smiled.

she’s so perfect.

“that’s nice. i’m glad you’re comfortable here.” i said.

“and i’m also happy to have a new friend.” she nodded.

“what about all the friends from your home? don’t you miss them?” i asked.

“oh.. yeah. i didn’t have many friends in my old clan.” she admitted.

i look at her confused. “you’re joking.”

“no. i’m serious. the other girls always thought i was weird because.. well, you know.” she hold up her hand and wiggles her tiny finger.

i laugh and put her hand down. our fingers end up interlocking and our hands stay there.

“i didn’t think that would be possible.” i said.

“i know you think i’m very cool and beautiful but the other girls never felt that way. so the only friends i had that i were a girl were my mother and little sister.” she said.

i chuckled softly.

“that’s kind of sad, kiri.” i said.

“i know.”

we stayed like this for a moment.

“but you have tsireya now too.” i said.

“huh? oh! yeah, of course tsireya.” she continued.

i look at her suspiciously.

“is she not a good friend to you?” i asked her.

“no! no, she’s great! it’s not like that uhm-“

“so-“

“let me start over.”

i laugh softly and watch as she takes a deep breath.

“i like ao’nung as a friend. i like tsireya as a friend. but with you… i like you just not in that way.”

my heart started pounding.

“i think i know what you’re trying to say..”

she sighed out in relief.

“but you can say it still.”

“you’re seriously gonna make me?” she laughs out.

“i mean.. yeah.” i shrugged.

we both laughed softly. she sighed.

“i like you, y/n. since i got here and you said hi to me first. you were so nice and i just.. fell for you. really.” she admitted.

“aw, kiri..”

“so.. will you be my girlfriend?” she asked nervously.

i was so excited that i threw her arms around her and hugged her, squealing in excitement.

“aw, kiri! yes!” i laughed out. she laughs and hugs me back with one arm, the other holding her up because my whole body weight was on her.

i picked my head up to look at her.

she watches me for a moment, looking in admiration, before my lips crashed against hers.

her hand gets lost in my hair as she holds my head. i smiled against her lips.

we helped hands all the way back to the village and spent the rest of the day together.

when i got home for what kiri calls dinner, my family asked why i was so smiley.

kiri wanted to be a good girlfriend and ask my parents for permission to take me out on a date.

my parents already like kiri and i know they’d have no problem with it, but she wanted to do it her way.

and it made her happy, so i kept it a secret for now.

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izvmimi · 5 months

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malevolent enterprise ch. 7

cw: ceo!au. yuuji talks about the state of the company with one of his best friends. header by @/cafekitsune! masterlist

The squeak of overpriced sneakers bounces loudly off the walls of a private court. The two young men are only using half-court, but that makes their one-on-one no less exhausting. Yuuji has control of the basketball now, planting his inside foot as he pivots and blocks Megumi out of the way, and fakes a turn that his childhood friend, Megumi, has the misfortune to fall for, then swings back and throws the ball down the middle to the hoop. The shot lands with a satisfying swish and Yuuji’s grinning just as intensely as his dark-haired opponent is scowling.

“Fuck you,” Megumi replies as he picks up the ball and pushes it hard into his friend’s chest. Yuuji lets his body stagger backward as he grips the ball and laughs.

“Not my fault you started slipping! They don’t have courts in California?”

Megumi frowns, then pulls up the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Yuuji is reminded to wipe the sweat off his own brow, brushing away the pink strands sticking to his forehead.

“No one to play with,” Megumi murmurs under his breath. This makes Yuuji frown in his own turn as he starts another dribble, but in response to his facial expression, Megumi swipes the ball out of his hand, stepping back with his own dribble and cocks his head up.

“I didn’t go there to dick around, I was in school,” he replied. He leans in and starts advancing, then runs up on the court with Yuuji chasing quickly.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t let loose,” Yuuji replies. Megumi sticks his tongue out as though he’s disgusted, then takes the shot, blocked by the smack of Yuuji’s hand. He groans, but recovers the ball faster than Yuuji can, sidesteps him, then shoots; the ball hits the rim, but he’s able to recover himself.

Satisfied, he jumps down. Yuuji hangs off the rim, and also jumps down, now disappointed as he recovers the ball. Smugness and redemption is written all over his face as he catches the ball Yuuji thrusts at him.

“I think I’m doing just fine.” Megumi teases. Yuuji rolls his eyes.

“How’s the company?” Megumi asks, suddenly. Yuuji had sounded stressed just a month earlier, and Megumi, while unable and frankly unwilling to drop everything and come back to Japan just to bail his buddy out, he’d been concerned. The last time they’d talked however, Yuuji had seemed considerably less bothered and focused less on his corporate struggles and more on what the newest horror movies coming out were and whether or not Gojo would settle down before he turned 50.

“All taken care of.” Yuuji sounds pleased and Megumi is curious. They start another run and Megumi cuts through, scoring another point, but Yuuji doesn’t pout this time, still thinking.

“You actually took that bastard’s advice,” Megumi asks, raising an eyebrow. They pause, and Megumi leans on the cool stone wall, taking a swig from a water bottle. Yuuji does the same, but sinks to the floor and crosses his legs.

“Yeah, and it’s one of the best decisions I ever made.” Yuuji laughs. He readjusts and stretches out his legs, letting himself rest on his hands. Megumi observes the relaxed pose, squatting to the ground.

“Gojo doesn’t know how to run a company.” Megumi remarks, as if he’s reminding him of something that neither of them know.

“Maybe not, but the girl he told me to hire does,” Yuuji replies. Megumi scrunches his nose.

“Do you actually know what’s going on there?”

“Her name’s ___,” Yuuji answers in disregard to whatever Megumi just asked. “She’s a little no-nonsense but very nice and I swear she has like 3 brains, and-”

“Enough.”

Megumi throws a ball at his face and Yuuji forgets to block, still mid-conversation. He curses, but gets up, and the two are on the move again. The conversation shifts as Yuuji silences himself, contemplating for a moment why his immediate urge was to gush over his employee.

“Do you have to join Sukuna’s company?” Yuuji finally asks. It’s something that’s been nagging him for a while, that his high school, then college friend won’t be joining him in this endeavor, but he’s been afraid to ask, and he knows Megumi has his reasons. As an heir to old money, Megumi doesn’t really need to work at all, and barely needs to get his degree in Marketing, especially not overseas, but Megumi does a lot of things as insurance, always thinking ahead.

“Would you rather I dick around in yours?” Megumi asks, responding as Yuuji expected. Yuuji ponders for a moment, dribbling without moving, then takes a shot from afar. It misses, hitting the rim with a clanging sound, and he curses under his breath again.

“No, but I mean, I don’t really care if you don’t but it’d be nice…”

“You know I'm just doing this shit till my dad dies, right?”

Yuuji considers telling him that he probably should be a little less crass about a family member when his own grandfather has yet to die but Toji Fushiguro, as he lives his life now being the literal scourge of the wealthy Zenin family, will probably die under a stripper smelling of alcohol and Red Bull, and the two of them have been well aware of this since they were teenagers. The only question is whether or not Sukuna will beat him first to the most embarrassing way to be found dead.

As if Megumi can read his thoughts, he adds -

“I’m voting for a car crash in a couple years.”

Yuuji doesn’t bother reprimanding him, snickering actually now that he’s been desensitized to Megumi’s sense of humor, and they finish up the rest of the game.

—

“The gorilla still works there, I presume?” Megumi asks.

Yuuji nearly spits out his drink as he sputters. “Bro, he’s still my friend.”

Megumi takes a bite of his burger, nonchalant. “He’s not mine.” Yuuji sighs in defeat, then leans forward.

“If you’re gonna work for Sukuna, I’m gonna need you to spy for me.”

Yuuji is only half joking, his grin wide and brilliant.

“Fine,” Megumi agrees. He chews for a bit longer than jabs a bunch of fries in his mouth. Yuuji watches as he washes it all down with another large Coke, amused by his friends’ appetite.

“Weren’t you just in America?” Yuuji jokes. “You’d think you’d be sick of burgers by now.”

Megumi glares at him. “You suggested this place.”

Yuuji blinks. “Touché.” He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, asshole.” Megumi takes a final bite, then leans in as well.

“Okay, what were you thinking?” He asks, a sparkle in his blue eyes. As unbothered as he likes to pretend to be, Sukuna stings at the same wound Toji does, and he’ll stop at nothing to be a thorn in his side. Yuuji considers that perhaps he shouldn’t send an actual mole to his brother’s company, but then remembers the time Sukuna convinced him he was adopted despite nearly looking the same as him, then remembers the time Sukuna ate his birthday cake at his eighth birthday, then remembers the time Sukuna slept with his girlfriend, and realizes it probably isn’t that big a deal.

“Let’s get Kugisaki in on this,” he suggests. “She’s good at this type of mess.”

Megumi is already calling her as they speak.

#yuuji x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #mimi writes: malevolent enterprise #daydreams: jjk #mimi's notes

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meiissblog · 6 months

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Another life part 3 🤍 Gojo x Fem reader (isekai fic)

THIS STORY IDEA WAS TAKEN FROM @stsg-losers thank you for this amazing idea! 😊💕

⚠️MAJOR SPOILERS for Jujutsu kaisen ⚠️

(If you’re not caught up with the JJK manga avoid this story at all costs).

Please read all the parts of this story first you can find all the chapters Here.

~ Another life 🤍 ~

⚠️WARNINGS ⚠️

angst, some sexual talk but a lot of fluffy love. 😭

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Y/N POV:

Me, Gojo, and Miyoko sit at our dining table as me and gojo eat our late dinner.

As Miyoko gushes about the day she had with her grandma. “- And then Grandma showed me her greenhouse and her plants, it was amazing!”. “Your grandmother does have a talent for growing beautiful flowers, I’m so happy you had a good day with your grandma”. I pat Miyoko’s head. when the kids finally arrive back from their concert.

Piling in from the back entranceway.

“Hey, kids have fun?”. “Yeah, Mom it was great!”. Tsumiki smiles.

All the usual people came in yuji, nobara, geto’s girls, and Surprisingly maki, Mai, todo, and Yuta also pile in. “Oh maki,Mai, todo, and yuta it’s been awhile”. “Hey! Mrs. Satoru!”. They all answer back in unison. “Are you all spending the night?”. Kenshi answers “We would like that if it’s okay with you mom, Dad”. I look over at Gojo and he shugs giving me the go-ahead.

“Alright, it’s okay since it’s the weekend, but all of you know the rules everyone stays out in the living room together, no staying in separate rooms”.

A bunch of “alright, Mrs. Satoru’s”. echo from the crowd of kids. All of the teens grab different varieties of snacks before they head out into the living room.

“I’m sorry you two but I have some business to take care of in my office, toru if you can please take Miyoko to bed for me”.

“No problem y/n”.

I get up and go to my office, the guilt already overcoming me as I sit in my chair. I pick up the papers Mike forced into my face earlier today.

•flashback•

“What you don’t know your man is whoring around on you behind your back”.

Mike holds up a paper shoving it in my face I hesitantly take it from him.

They’re messages from Gojo’s email to another person.

“Baby, I miss you when are you going to get some time to yourself”.

“The wife has me busy nowadays baby, it’s annoying I want nothing more than to see you”.

The messages go down the entire page. Gojo talking about leaving me and the kids and taking half of my family's money so he can disappear with this person, whoever they are. My heart aches the dates were months before the accident.

“You’re lying you-“.

“A PI found this information not me, listen

y/n I know you think all I want is for you to sell the company.

but the truth is I want YOU, I’d never cheat on you”.

•flashback over•

I set the papers down letting out a sad sigh, as I open my desk door pulling out Gojo’s laptop recovered from his car after the accident.

I know I’m wrong for snooping through Gojo’s personal laptop…, but to check the legitimacy of these emails, I have to see for myself if they’re fake or not.

My body starts to slightly shake out of anxiety, as I open the laptop and turn it on.

I feel so guilty… I’m sorry gojo, The computer turns on I try to log in on his account trying a few different passwords. I eventually got in,

Miyoko 8907? I’m surprised he made it so simple.

His Home Screen pops up and his background is a picture of me and him from when we first dated. I smile a bit, I Browse through all his documents and pictures nothing out of the ordinary.

I open his trash bin and it was Empty, I then open the web browser and went into his email. I check to see if Gojo’s email matched the email on the paper and it did.

I pull up the mailbox and check through the new emails, but nothing. If Gojo was cheating wouldn’t his lover email him by now? I mean he hasn’t had his laptop or phone in over 2 months.

He was in a coma for a while, and then only woke up for a week before he lost his memories. Unless he was just smart enough to delete everything?

Shit.. let me check his other social media, if he did cheat there has to be some kind of record of it.

I checked through everything and nothing seemed strange.

What the hell..? did Mike think he could make something like this up?! I lean back in my chair frustrated.

There is still a possibility Gojo did cheat, he was just smart enough to hide it. I’ll give this one more month, to see if Gojo might get his memories back or if they’ll message Gojo.

if not, I’ll be honest with Gojo and show him what Mike showed me.

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- one week later -

“Mommy!”. I stand at the kitchen stove stirring the soup for dinner. “Yes, darling what is it?”. “When can Ichigo and Yoruichi come out of the room? I mean they went to the vet and they’re fine so can they come out now”.

“Well, we’ve been giving Kyo some space, for now, two new Kitties in his home is a lot for him to take in”. Miyoko Looks up at me sad. “But this is there house two”. “Yes, it is! But this was Kyo’s home first. he just needs to take some time to adjust to the new change he is still going up to the door and growling, so I think it’s going to take a bit more time. I promise by Monday they’ll come out”.

“Can I go and see them now please”.

“Umm-“. “I’ll take her y/n don’t worry about it just keep making dinner”. Gojo holds out his hand to Miyoko, she happily takes it waking with her to the guest room.

Gojo POV:

We both enter the guest room. “Kitties!”. Miyoko States in complete joy, running up to the bed where Ichigo and Yoruichi are lying together. She carefully jumps up and crawls over towards them petting Yoruichi’s head. “I’m surprised you didn’t name the black cat Luna Since you love Sailor Moon so much”.

“I thought about it but Yoruichi is so cool and so is Ichigo”. I go into deep thought. “How did a four-year-old like you end up watching Bleach anyway?”.

“Yuji,nobara, and Megumi were watching it out In The living room, I knew I shouldn’t be watching it. mama told me no but Yuji and Nobara thought it would be funny to let me watch it without letting Megumi know.

When he found out he got really mad and scolded them and brought me to bed”.

I laugh slightly trying to not let Miyoko see me. Those idiots. I think to myself. “Daddy?”. “Yeah, kid”. “Can I hug you?”. I open my arms. “Of course, come here”. “ she stands up on the bed walks over, and hugs me tightly around my waist. I Pat her head smiling when I feel my shirt start to get wet. “Hey- you okay?”. She looks up at me tears streaming down her eyes sniffling. “H-hey why are you crying?! Are you feeling sick or hurt?!”.

“No… I was just thinking about after you had your accident, Mommy, comforted me and told me you were gonna be okay.

But I heard Yuji and Megumi talking and they said you might not make it home-“. Her little Voice cracks as she wipes some of her tears away using her shirt. I kneel next to the side of the bed holding her shoulders In my hands. “I’m right here silly, I’m fine”. She hugs me around my neck. “I know,

I just don’t know what I would do if you left us. please don’t leave us, we need you”. She hiccups, crying the pain in her voice even making me tear up.

I pull away. “Look at me Silly”. She looks at me, as I Gently wipe away her tears using my thumbs. “I won’t leave you, I promise I’m sorry for making you worry”.

“I love you Daddy”. “ and I love you”. I hug again her rubbing her back.

We stay like that for a few moments when I pull away. “Stay here for a moment”. I get up and go into the bathroom picking up a washcloth and running it under some warm water. I head back kneeling next to the bed once again, gently cleaning Miyoko’s face. “We should go back to the kitchen your mom is probably done with dinner”.

“Okay.., could you carry me?”. “Sure kid, come here”.

I pick up Miyoko carrying her to the kitchen.

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All of us sit at the table casually talking, “Miyoko your birthday is coming up what would you like to do?”. y/n asks Miyoko smiles. “Can we all go to an amusement park?”. “Oh, you Don’t want a birthday party With your friends?”. “No, I just want to have fun with all of you instead”.

“Us, as well”. nobara and Yuji ask at the same time. “Of course! I would like Maki, Mai, Nanako, and Mimiko to come as well I would also like Uncle Geto to come as well if he isn’t working”.

All the teens start gushing and giving out ideas for the party. Miyoko excitedly joins the conversation. When y/n lays her head against my shoulder yawning. I whisper “Y/n you okay?”. “Yeah, I’m just tired and kinda Nauseous I don’t know why”. “You look pale maybe you should go lie down”. I gently kiss the side of her forehead. And Y/n rubs my chest. “If you don’t mind putting dinner away”. “No baby, I don’t mind go, rest”. I quickly peck y/n’s lips she hums in contentment kissing me back before she gets up waking away, presumably back to our bedroom. my eyes follow y/n’s ass. When I notice how Megumi,nobara, Yuji, and Kenshi look at me in mild disgust. “What??? Would you rather me and y/n fight?”.

“Yes-“. They all answer back in unison. “I think you and Mom are cute Dad”. tsumiki remarks. “ I do two!”. Miyoko states smiling.

I Finish up putting Miyoko to bed when I finally enter mine and y/n’s bedroom where she is on her computer with her glasses on, the little wrinkle between her eyebrows making me laugh a bit to myself.

“Y/n you should be relaxing if you’re not feeling good”. I go over to the dresser taking off my pants and stripping off my black teeshirt throwing them into the laundry basket.

“I know, I’m just looking at some ticket bundles for the amusement park this month, it looks like we can get the tickets, but it’s probably going to be a week after her birthday”.

“I’m sure Miyoko won’t mind”. I walk over to our bed laying next to y/n cuddling up to her as she continues to look at her computer. “What kind of cake should we get for her this year blue or pink?”. Y/n strokes my hair gently with her hand. “A sailor moon-themed cake?”.

“That’s a cute idea toru, I’ll contact some bakeries tomorrow. What other things can you think of that we might need? I mean it’s not a birthday venue I doubt we can set up tables”. “ I could call the amusement park, maybe they would let us take in some birthday decorations”.

Y/n nods . “ sounds good, what about Geto do you think he’ll be available? It would be nice to have a third adult to help”. “I’ll ask him, I’m sure he’ll do it for Miyoko”. y/n shuts off her computer laying it on the side table next to our bed. When she reaches over fully cuddling with me laying her head on my chest. I smirk as my hands slide down her back right to her plump ass. “Gojo, being a bit forward?”. “I can’t help the fact that your ass is always so sexy”. “Toru.. we can’t the kids are home”. I start to playfully kiss her she hums happily.

Just then our bedroom door flies open, Megumi looking at us in complete disgust. “Gross”. He turns away.

“to be fair sweetie, you did just open a door without knocking first”. We pull apart from each other, the both of us sitting up in bed. as Megumi comes up to y/n. “You forgot your phone on the counter, and Mr. Anderson is blowing it up, I tried telling him you were busy, but he insisted on talking to you. I think he’s drunk”. “Fucking hell”. Megumi hands y/n her phone. Y/n looks at her phone in anger but then looks back to Megumi smiling. “Thanks for letting me know, love you sweetheart have a good night”. “I love you two Mom.., goodnight”. Megumi leaves closing the door behind him, as anger starts to build within me. “Y/n let me talk to him”. “Toru it’s fine, I can handle it”. I look at her curiously. Why would she refuse? “Please just let me handle it this time y/n, I’m so tired of him harassing you”. “O-okay! Here”. She hands me the phone I watch as Mike's number flashes up on the screen as an incoming call. I answer the phone. “Y/n… we have you been you b-bitch”. I listen as he slurs his words. I get so pissed that I just hang up blocking his number on y/n’s phone. I hand the phone back to y/n. “Unblock him in the morning, hopefully, his drunk ass will be a little sober by then”.

“Y/n why do you keep that guy around anyways? You’re the CEO you could easily fire him”. “Yeah, you’re right I could.. but you probably don’t remember, Mr. Anderson, Mike, he was my father's best friend. Growing up Mr. Anderson was the opposite of what he is now, he was always so nice and kind.

it was only after his wife and daughter died that he became the man that you see now.

I know I should fire him and I will it’s just so sad… how alcohol, trauma, and grief Can cause people to become monsters”.

Y/N POV:

“You know y/n I’ve been curious when did we start dating and when did we get married”.

Y/n looks at me nervously. “Oh no, you want that story”. “Huh? Was it that bad?”. “No, it’s just it’s a pretty embarrassing story for me”.

“Well, I’m all ears”. Gojo opens his arms motioning me to cuddle with him again so I do.

“Well.. it all started when my father wanted to attend one of your families events in America. We had flown from Los Angeles to Chicago, my father was looking to acquire some new clients for business deals.

I was less than thrilled, I always hated corporate parties, and my father would always put me into these uncomfortable situations. -

Almost like I was an object or something not a human being. But I didn’t dare say anything to him, I just had to plaster a smile on my face like I always would. -

I sat by my father for most of the night, and by the time 11:00 a.m. rolled around, I was tired not just of the night. But of everything. I left my father for the time being, I just wanted to drink and forget as I had done many times before.

I was at the bar sitting alone drinking straight-up vodka shoots with no chaser, ugh. Just then you had sat beside me, You came onto me with the rich playboy routine and I wasn’t having it. and I kinda snapped at you”.

“wait what? You didn’t like me at first?”. “Well, I’m not going to say I don’t find you extremely attractive I did, how should I say this.. you see at that time a lot of rich playboy men were trying to use me to get to my father”.

“W-what?”. “Rich men, were trying to get on my good side, so they could marry me and take over my father's business, I thought you were another one of them. -

I can remember the first thing I ever said to you”. “Are you kidding?! do you men have any standards?! If you want money go marry my father, not me!”.

“Damn y/n that was pretty harsh”.

“You’re right I was. At that point I ran out of the bar crying gosh, I was so embarrassed I still cringe at myself to this day. -

I found myself outside crying under one of the outside tables, my head resting on my now-stained white-gloved hands. My makeup was everywhere I was a little drunk I’m sure I was a mess. -

Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder, it was you. despite me yelling at you, you were still nice enough to follow me because I had left my purse behind. You sat beside me and we talked. The next words you said to me were”. “So why is a fine lady like you out here crying”. Gojo’s face cringes slightly at his own words I laugh.

“Hey, you were very sweet Little did I know this was your party. It was your introduction as the leader of the Satoru clan. But I didn’t know you were a Satoru and you didn’t know I was Zenin until the next morning”.

“We fucked, The first night we met”. “Yep, not just once but multiple times. We started dating right after. You met Megumi and Tsumiki pretty early on dispute the fact I was already a mother.

that didn’t turn you away surprisingly, That’s when I started to trust you a bit more.

About a month after, that so about two months into our relationship. I found out I was pregnant with Kenshi.

it was a complete surprise to me, I knew you and I were having sex fairly often, but was my fault, I wasn’t on top of things like I should’ve been when it came to my birth control. -

I was honest with you right away, but I was fully expecting you to run for hills, but to my surprise, you didn’t run away.

You told me You loved me and you proposed to me right there.

My father was not happy with how things turned out at all. But since you were the Satoru clan’s leader he learned to accept it.

Funny enough he’d never admit it to you directly but he liked you”. “Really?”. “Yeah, because you weren’t intimidated or afraid of him at all. Which was rare. You pretty much told him straight to his face. “I’m marrying your daughter if you don’t like it then cut her off I don’t care I have my own money”. Nothing like that happened, my father reluctantly agreed to the marriage.We got married about three months later and we have been ever since.

“Damn, that was pretty wild”. “Sometimes I think maybe we moved too fast, maybe we should have given our relationship more time even if I was pregnant”.

Maybe then you wouldn’t have cheated on me now. I think to myself. “I think, everything turned out perfectly if I had to do it all over again I’d do the same”. “What? Really?”. “Yeah, only because it’s you”. I glare at him. “S-shut up.. I’m not that great”. “you are perfect and beautiful”. “You’re super horny aren’t you?”. “Yes, but I’m also telling the truth two things can be right at the same time”. I kiss his face. “We can’t right now, but if you wait until Miyoko goes to school tomorrow, I’ll let you fuck me as much as you want”. “Sounds good”. We both kiss each other before we lay down to fall asleep.

BACK TO PART 2

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remus f1 driver 👀 drabble

f1 driver!remus !!! anon my lovely im going feral over this concept so thank u for allowing me to indulge in this!

your heart was in your throat as you looked over the monitors displaying your boyfriend's endless stats and data. though you understood little to none of it, there was one thing you knew for definite. there were three laps to go, and remus was currently leading the race with just under a two second gap between himself and the second driver.

to say you were tense was an understatement. you'd watched enough of his races to know that anything could happen during the last few laps, so you prayed that remus could keep his position.

the fingers on both of your hands were crossed, and you watched with bated breath as the last lap came around. how remus remained so focus was a mystery to you. he'd defended multiple attempted overtakes, and managed to keep his pace up just enough to ensure his win.

a squeal erupted from your throat as you bounced up and down, delighting in the energy of the team surrounding you as they rushed to the barriers to greet remus.

as soon as he had torn his helmet off, he rushed over to you with a huge grin, pushing his slightly sweaty hair back from his face and planting his lips on yours.

"enjoy that, darling?" he asked, breathless. his dark eyes sparkled, the rush of winning blowing his pupils wide as he looked at you.

"my god, you were amazing," you gushed, pulling him back in for another kiss. "didn't understand any of the technical shit you were talking about earlier, but i knew you would do well, rem. 'm so proud of you."

"couldn't have done it without you, angel."

#💌; passing notes #dear anon<3 #remus lupin #remus lupin concept #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x reader

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nekomacheercaptain · 2 years

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Floral rings

I got inspired by this tweet and thought "Hey, do you know whose language I think gift giving is? Kid", so this is the result of that (also the rings are absolutely beautiful, I would love if he made them for me)

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Kid was trying to eat his lunch when he saw you gasp and awe down at your magazine as your fingers swiftly turned each page. What caught his attention was the sound of a pen circling something on paper, and he left his food on the plate before standing behind you, a shadow being cast over you.

“Whatchu doin’?” he mumbled above you as you continued looking at the pages with stars in your eyes at each reveal of the beautiful floral rings displayed on the pages.

“Hi babe,” you welcomed him with less enthusiasm than usual, too engrossed in your magazine, and he felt himself clench his jaw ever so slightly, “contemplating buying some of these rings, aren’t they pretty!” your voice now happy and engaged as you raised the magazine for him to see.

He yanked it from your hands, turning through the pages too rough for your liking while scoffing, “that’s just a waste of money,” he looked down at you before putting the magazine in his pocket, seeing your jaw drop in offense.

“Kid what the fuck? I was looking at that!” you yelled at him, but to no avail. He just dismissed you with his hand before he walked towards his workshop, hoping he didn’t press the magazine too hard into his pocket. You looked at the neglected food he left on the table, cursing at your stupid boyfriend who had single-handedly ruined your mood in a couple of seconds.

Kid spent the remainder of the day away from you in his workshop, and you had complained all you needed to Killer, who always set aside some time of his day to listen to you bitch about your captain and boyfriend. If he was lucky you did it while he was making food, killing two birds with one stone.

When you laid in bed, ready to fall asleep, the red-head decided to show up, waking you up. And you noticed this was too much for you.

“Y/n, babe, look at-”

“No, that’s enough, I was just about to fall asleep, you can’t wake me up for some bullshit reason, Kid,” you spat out as you squinted at him.

“The hell? I didn’t even wake you up,” he yelled at you defensively, and you turned around, forcing him to talk to your back.

“Whatever, just let me sleep already,” you muttered, trying to fall asleep again.

He scoffed, “You don’t wanna see what I’ve made for you? I know you’ll love it,” his cocky voice annoyed you more, but you didn’t budge. So he grabbed your hand, causing you to turn around again, seeing him trying to place something on your finger.

“Kid what the-” you yelled, but your jaw fell in a loud gasp when you saw the material wrapped around your finger. Your other hand went to cover your mouth in disbelief as a wide smile replaced your earlier frown.

“What the hell, Kid, you made this?” you felt tears build up in your eyes, never looking away from the beautiful floral ring now decorating your hand, admiring the details of the flower and petals becoming shook at how it fits like a glove on your ring finger.

“Told ya it was a waste of money,” he smirked, easing his eyebrow arrogantly at you, making you sigh in defeat.

“You could have just asked for the magazine though, if you were going to make it for me anyway,” you punched his bicep lightly, “I wasn’t done looking”.

He didn’t say anything but a small smile was painting his lips as he saw you gushing over the ring, your hand moving in all angles to allow you to admire all of it.

“It fits me perfectly! You had quite the guess on my size,” you remarked as you laughed, not knowing he fully well knew exactly what your ring size was, a mold of each of your fingers a living proof of this laying on his workbench for future reasons, but he would never tell you that.

You cupped his face with your hands before planting a loving kiss on his lips which he happily obliged, before you kissed his cheek, “thank you, babe, it’s absolutely breathtaking”.

#eustass kid x reader #eustass kid #one piece #one piece x reader #my work #x reader

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