#maybe this is why tumblr is nicer

[icelotb]

i’m loving tumblr so far but oh my god it is so slow .do tumblerians have extended adapted patience because of this. do you guys not go mad

#maybe this is why tumblr is nicer #i’m from twitter #tgats probably the reason

[xxcherrydevilxx]

Fuck Away the Pain

— Dazai x femreader x Chuuya

— Warnings: NSFW (obvi) angsty smut, rough sex, minors dni

— Summary/Author Notes: never wrote actual fanfiction and posted it on Tumblr before, listened to “fuck away the Pain” by Divide the Day and wanted to write about a playboy Dazai hurting the reader and making them go to Chuuya in desperation. I am a woman with simple wants. Sloppy writing and even sloppier editing due to never posting fanfic before. might write more if I get notes who knows 

— Word Count: 4615

— Afterthoughts: Truly wanted to make this porn with no plot to keep it short, ended up doing the exact fucking opposite. Am not reading this entire thing for the 7th time to check for spelling and grammar errors, please just feast. 

You were so fucking stupid. So, so, so fucking stupid.

Had you really thought Osamu Dazai would truly be yours? How fucking stupid could you even be? The pet names, the way he touched you, the gifts, sure they were nice but did you ever hear him really call you anything other than the usual “Belladonna”?

God what a fool you were, a stupid fool who fell in love with a man who knew he could wrap any man or woman around his finger. Laughable truly, that you thought you were the only one to ever know the embrace of Dazai, the only one to feel his tongue slip inside your mouth.

SO fucking stupid you were.

And that's how you found yourself, stumbling in your nice dress and even nicer heels down a dirty no-name road while the rain poured down on your sorry state. You had caught him, practically fucking another woman against the wall of the place he had asked you to meet up at weeks prior. You were too stunned to speak when you heard the soft moans and rough growls from a dimly lit alleyway, causing you to investigate out of stupid curiosity. 

When Dazai caught you out of the corner of his eyes he didn’t even drop the woman he was holding roughly against the brick wall, he just unlatched his lips from her bruised and marked neck to say he was busy and they'd “meet another time,” yeah, sure! you'd get right on that next meet-up after blocking his number and changing your locks.

Such a fucking idiot you were, why did you even get him a copy of your apartment key? What? You thought he would come and cozy up next to you, build a life with you? Ha, how rich of a thought.

Through your blurry vision, obscured by both your tears and the rain from the sky that seemed to mourn with you, a neon bar sign shone like a haven, a safe place to regain your composure somewhere warm and dry… And get fucking wasted so you couldn’t remember the look of the woman twitching and whining against Dazai once he had stopped biting her to give you a quick comment.

So, that's how you found your drenched self on a bar stool, knocking back shots of a burning whiskey and chasing it with another shot of sake to get you as drunk as possible. You were surprised the bartender had kept serving you after your fifth ask of liquor, you half thought they might have begun watering down the drinks to slow your intoxication. You didn’t mind, you kept drinking and kept thinking of your idiocy. 

He had played you so well, or maybe he knew you were so stupid that you wouldn’t ask questions about where he would run off to, or why you only saw him sparingly at times. At first, you just thought it was his work, he never outright said that but you had assumed it to be the truth because… because you were an idiot. 

Another shot, another whiskey, another sake, another whatever the hell was behind that bar.

“You’ll drink ‘im dry you know,” a voice had teased behind you. Making you snarl and whip your head around, your wet hair catching on your cheek and getting stuck against the still-cold skin. What a sordid state you must look like to the other patrons, but there were practically zero other clients except you and a few men out after dark. Couldn’t they tell you wanted to be left alone? That something was wrong for you to be drinking this much and that you just wanted to enjoy your liquor and get the hell out once you felt inebriated enough.

“I didn’t ask for commentary,” you fired back, your eyes catching on the figure that had spoken to you. What caught you by surprise was the man’s attire, and then after that the striking orange hair that framed his face. But what irritated you the most after you took in the arrogant man who wore such gaudy attire to match his personality was the smirk that played on his lips as he looked down upon you. 

“Well, then maybe don't get obscenely drunk in a public bar.” he had shot back with ease. Jesus fucking Christ couldn’t you drown your sorrows in peace? Why did every annoying man have to seek you out? 

“If you really think Mr. Bartender there is still serving me anything other than watered-down shots I’d have to say you are almost as dumb as me.” you hissed out at the man, giving him your meanest glare before turning back to your drinks. You had to admit, the buzz you were nursing didn’t seem to be growing any worse despite your best efforts. You could still see with perfect memory the image of your assumed-to-lover with another woman every time you closed your eyes. 

“Oh, good, at least you know you're stupid” -the man muttered under his breath as he took the empty seat next to you. Waving a hand to get the attention of the bartender- “I thought I would have to tell you that, then also tell you that dress of yours is really easy to see through after getting it wet.”

You wanted to strangle him. By god, you wanted to kill him with your own hands.

The best you could do though was throw your drink at him, soaking his expensive red vest that covered the white shirt underneath it. Now that seemed to get him pissed, and you relished in it. 

“Nobody ever teach you to leave drunkards alone?” you sneered, giving him a devilish smile as you watched him practically shortcircuit at your actions.

“And did nobody ever teach you not to mess with the Port Mafia, doll?” He snarled back. Quickly grabbing an excess amount of napkins to dab onto his vest to try and soak up any of the liquid so it wouldn’t stain his clothes any further. 

It took you more than a few seconds to register his words, and you hated to admit you only took in the pet name first before realizing the more dangerous term he spoke. 

The Port Mafia? That Port Mafia? The one Dazai always complained about and whined excessively regarding one of their executives. You didn’t even really care about it, sure you knew of them but in what world would you ever meet them? You strictly told Dazai you would never get in between his work life and personal life, somewhat for him but mostly for you. Because you saw how dangerous it could be, and you wanted to live relatively peacefully without worry of getting shot by some person with an axe to grind. And now you went and dumped your shot on one of their members? After trying so hard to remain surrounded in obscurity to never catch such a prolific gang's attention? 

God how fucking stupid could you be in one night.

He must have seen your face change to an ashen white after realizing what he had just uttered, and he let out a snort of amusement at it, which only furthered made you think you were going to get fucking killed, or at least go home missing a few teeth.

“Listen I- I didn’t know how could I- I mean-” you started to ramble before being caught off by a cock of his head and the furrow of his eyebrows.

“Because you're practically in our territory?” he replied, his voice oozing with annoyance after realizing how dumb you truly were. 

“I- listen dude I had a hell of a rough night please I'm sorry I’ll- I’ll get your dry cleaning or whatever the hell you want just let me pay my bill and leave.” you began to plead. Groveling was all you knew in an instance such as this, and you hoped he would show kindness... Who are you kidding when had the Port Mafia been known for Kindness? 

He scoffed at you, “Dry cleaning? A rough night? Does it look like I give a shit, doll?” you practically flinched at his words. Of course, this wouldn’t work, his clothes probably cost a fortune anyhow. You could never afford the bill, or even afford to pay him back for the ruined clothes. You were going to die, he would pull a gun on you and shoot you in the head, painting the walls a sickeningly red color. 

“Chuuya… give her a rest, you knew better.” the bartender’s gruff voice murmured as he sat a glass down in front of him. Wait- Chuuya? Chuuya? Like the executive, Dazai always groaned about? 

“Chuuya?” you oppugned, somehow finding your voice to ask the pissed-off man a question. He scowled at you once he heard you speak.

“Chuuya as in like- one of the executives from the Port Mafia?” you asked dumbly. Your heart skipping a beat as the man’s eyes seemed to light ever so slightly at the recognition.

“Well how ‘bout that, at least you seem to know something doll,” he replied, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. His eyes held on you for a heartbeat, before he shrugged off his long black coat to hang over your shoulders. You startled at the action, instinctively leaning backward once his hands reached out towards you.

“I really did mean what I said,” he muttered. Taking a swig of his drink as his cheeks flushed slightly and he averted his gaze from you. 

You cocked your head in confusion; what did he say again? That he was in the Port Mafia, that you were stupid, that your dress-

You pulled the coat tightly around yourself, acutely aware of how the soaked fabric clung tightly to your skin. How long had you sat there while your dress only further soaked your skin to ice? How long could people see what was hidden under the cloth? Why did you only realize now?

“Thanks.” you begrudgingly muttered to the cocky ginger. Your hand snaking out of the oddly comforting warm coat to grab the abandoned glass in front of you to drag to your lips. He dipped his head as if to let you know he heard you and continued to drink.

Both of you stayed like that for a while. Nursing your own drinks side by side as the rain continued to come down loudly outside. The space between you both on the barstools was as tense as you were being in his coat. You absently thought “What would Dazai think?” if he knew you were here, drinking in the dead of night with a man he would spit obscenities about when he talked of work. What would he think if he knew you were draped in his coat, that you were trying to discretely peek over at him? Taking in his figure and his face... Which now that the smug smirk was wiped off it seemed strikingly handsome under the bar lights. 

“Why the rough night.” he had asked. His voice broke the silence as if it were a crack of lightning coming down right where he sat. You jumped slightly at it, turning your head fully this time to look at him. You could tell he was looking at you from the corner of his grey eyes, and you swallowed hard as you willed your voice to work. 

“This… guy I was seeing,” you made sure to leave Dazai’s name out, not wanting to put a warrant on your head if Chuuya disliked him as much as Dazai did. “I caught him with another girl. It’s not like we were official or anything it just- stung.. Made me feel like a fool” you mumbled into your drink, your lips playing on the rim of the crystal glass as you waited for Chuuya to also call you a fool, or to laugh at your sad love story. But he remained quiet, only turning to give you his full attention-

God, either you were more drunk than you were aware or the man you dumped a drink on was shockingly attractive. 

You wished you could go back and make a better impression, wondering if instead of falling for Dazai you could have fallen for him. Would he have treated you better? Or were he and Dazai the sides of the same coin? Knowing your abysmal luck it was probably the latter.

“That's rough.” was all he responded. His eyes were still on you as you stared down into your half-empty glass. 

“Ha, no... I should have expected as much,” you laughed. Your voice took on a tinge of sadness as you recounted again, for the millionth time, the sight of the man you once loved having another girl pushed up against a wall. 

And what was even worse than that memory was all the other ones. The good memories, laying with Dazai tangled in your sheets as he rubbed circles in your back. The smell of morning coffee that he would bring to you as you lay in bed. The soft kisses he would plant on your face when he had to leave.

Your eyes were getting misty and you rubbed harshly at them, hating the fact you were beginning to tear up again. You didn’t want to cry- wouldn’t- over a man like him. You wouldn’t give him another thought, you would wash him from your brain and never think of how his brunette hair fell lazily over his eyes, how he smiled at you when he saw you waiting for him-

Who were you kidding? You couldn’t stop thinking of him. He plagued your mind this entire time as you had sat next to Chuuya. The only time your brain paused its replays of Dazai was when you had gotten into a petty argument before knowing who the man next to you was. 

“I can take your mind off it.” his words hung in the space between you both. as his eyes continued to drink you in, their half-lidded look making you want to sink into his arms. You were already getting too wound up, he probably didn't mean that sexually… of course not, you were crazy. You had thrown a drink on him and called him stupid and you didn’t even know who he was before the bartender said his name. How could he possibly want you?

He wanted you. You found that after taking up on his offer and following him out into the rain. His coat still snugly wrapped around your form. You half expected to go back to his place to drink more, this time without the annoyance of a bartender keeping you from getting fully drunk. You were surprised when he gently pushed you against the wall of the bar outside, his lips finding yours and softly kissing them. Your breath hitched and you looked up into his silver eyes as the rain poured down on the both of you, wetting your lips with your tongue you willed him to kiss you again. Your mind frayed and the buzz you had, added on with the kiss from the handsome Chuuya had made you forget almost everything from the morning prior with Dazai. 

He seemed to read your expression with ease, this time hungrily taking your lips for himself. his tongue slipping inside your mouth to explore. You pressed your body flush against him, the rain making both of you practically stick together. You focused entirely on this kiss, this moment, the rain, and the feeling of his hands on your hips. The way his tongue slid over yours, the way he kissed so much differently in comparison to Dazai. 

He bit your bottom lip gently before pulling away to look at you with eyes filled with desire and lust, it made you weak to your core and your knees practically jelly.

He had taken you back to his place, where? You didn’t really care to know. All you cared about was the way his hands explored your icy skin with slow purpose as you stumbled beside him. You itched to get to a bed, to peel off your wet clothes and for him to be atop you, his hands taking you roughly instead of the unhurried pace he took as he led you to his home.

Once you had made it to his bed, the covers velvety red and unmade you practically felt yourself give out. This is what you needed, this is so desperately what you needed after such a shitty night. A handsome man, a soft bed, and your mind to be overtaken by the thought of pleasure.

Now that you were splayed across the sheets, your wet clothes discarded in a heap by the bedroom door, and with Chuuya kissing his way down your body as if to warm you up from the cold, all you wished for was for him to hurry it up. The teasing was torturous, his tongue and lips taking such a languid approach to the way your body responded to his touch. He wanted to test out seemingly every way he could give you pleasure without actually letting you ride that high. Massaging your thighs that rubbed together to gain some type of relief. The way you yelped when his teeth bit into your breast. The way he watched your face like a hawk as he maneuvered himself to be between your wet and hot thighs. The way his stare bore into you made you flush even more and your core tighten, trying to hide your face in the sheets. His hand quickly snaked up your body to grab you by the chin and turn your face back to him. 

“Watch me, doll.” his voice was thick with want. You could feel the heat rolling off him against your sex as his eyes flickered down to the slick heat between your legs. Just like before his tongue was painstakingly slow as he licked his way up to your sensitive clit, before he pulled away to watch how such a small amount of stimulation made you shake and your breath come out fast and ragged. You whined insistently as you moved your hips as if asking him to go back between them. Chuuya chuckled at your antics, placing one hand on your hip to still your movement. 

“You’re quite needy, yknow?” he teased. His hand rubbed soft circles into your hip, which made you instinctively think of Dazai and his rough hands being so gentle on your skin. You blinked back fresh hot tears as the unwanted memory surfaced and you heaved out a shuddering breath. Raising your upper half to look at Chuuya with serious determination, you could tell it caught him off guard as he stilled his petting on your hips and waist. 

“Not that. None of that. Make me” -you licked your lips as your breath caught in your throat- “Make me forget, Chuuya.” you pleaded, and you could see something snap in the ginger as his name left your lips with passion.

He got to quick work of making sure you forgot anything and everything to do with your past lover. His tongue and lips worked wonders on you as you moaned his name and rolled your hips against his face. His breath was hot against your skin as he took your sensitive clit into his lips and gently bit down on the bundle of nerves, making you see stars and your voice choke out a strangled moan as you came on his face. Your chest heaved quick and fast, trying to find a moment of reprieve from your intense climax from all the edging Chuuya had given to you before your hasty request.

The rest was short-lived as his body hovered above yours, his hands digging into your skin as he let out a ragged breath. His hair was a mess, his lips covered in you and his chest heaving in tandem with yours. His hands, which had surely given your waist bruises from the force he held you down into the mattress, moved to take out his thick cock that was slick with his precum. Your breath hitched at the sight, your eyelashes fluttering as you took in the sight. Chuuya could tell the sight of him turned you on more than before, and it made him let out a shuddering groan as he moved his hand lazily up and down the shaft, trying to quell his own needs. 

“Now- ha- doll,” his breath came out fast as he pumped himself slowly as he took in your shaking form underneath him. 

“How much do you wish to forget?” he asked. His voice was gruff and shallow with want as he watched your face for a look of understanding. Your eyes were still on the twitching member in his hand, you wanted to touch it, to taste it, to see Chuuya come undone because of you and you alone. It took you a few minutes to register his words, and you only came back when he took his free hand to your throat and lightly pressed down as if trying to gain your attention back to him and his words. 

“Ah- uhm-” you shook your head slightly. You hadn’t heard him, you barely heard his ragged breath because your gaze was fixed on his cock.

“Repeat yourself against, Chuuya,” you asked. Which made the hand that was still gently wrapped around your throat squeeze it ever so tightly, eliciting a gasp from you before making your stomach tighten and your sex get even wetter at the feeling.

“I know you’re” -he gritted his teeth to stop himself from moaning at the way you're shyly let out a moan as his hand gripped your throat- ”I know you’re fucking dumb, but when I speak I expect to be listened to.” You loved the way he spoke to you, the way his grip was getting ever so tighter around your throat. The way his eyes drilled into you.

“Yes- sorry- I just-” You let out a hiss of pain as his hand tightened even more, stopping you from finishing your sentence. 

“I don't want an apology,” he growled as he positioned himself at your entrance, his hand around your throat loosening ever so slightly as he took you in, the way he could feel your breath still in your throat because of how much you wanted him made him come undone. 

“I just want you to remember for next time,” he said roughly, before slamming his hips into yours with such ferocity it made your head snap back and your toes dig into the sheets to steady yourself. 

His pace was even more brutal, and his hand never left your throat. The free one found its way underneath your back to pull you closer to him as he thrusted into you with the speed of an animal. Your moans were fast and high pitched, the sweet feeling of pain and pleasure mixing together into one made tears prick the corner of your eyes. You felt him shift his weight and dip his head towards you, his hair tickling the side of your face as his tongue darted out to lap up your salty tears, making you moan out his name as you watched his eyes snap to your lips before devouring them. His pace never slowed, and the pressure on your neck never slackened. He was driving you mad, the lack of oxygen, the taste of his lips and the sound of his hips slamming against yours only made you chase your high. He muffled your high-pitched moans and cries, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as he continued to deprive you of air. You could feel the coil at the pit of your stomach tighten more and more with every different stimulation from the man on top of you. You felt yourself on the verge of snapping, tears pooling in your eyes before slipping down your hot face. Chuuya pulled away once again to lick up the tears that trickled down your face, his tongue sending chills down your spine as you finally gulped in air for your lungs.

“Atta girl,” he growled into your ear, and you felt that coil snap. 

You spasmed in his hold, and his mouth moved from your ear to your neck as he bit down harshly and somehow, god how you wished you knew, picked up an even faster pace as he helped your climax meet its fullest and deepest desires. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and your hands hastily came up to wrap around his back and dig your nails into his skin as you screamed until your voice was hoarse. 

Chuuya relished the sound, the way your entire body tensed and clung to him as if he was the only thing that could remedy the wild pleasure that shot through your body and filled your mind with delirious desires. He could feel his own climax approaching and he bit harder into your neck, tasting your blood as his ears were trained to the sounds you made. When you began to chant his name under your breath, was when his hips stuttered and he came inside of you. He fell on top of you, his hand slipping away from your throat to allow you to fully breathe in sweet oxygen after the torture you must have endured at your climax. He hazily looked at the mark he made on your skin, the small droplets of blood slipping down your skin as you gasped for air. He lazily licked around the wound and sucked the blood, waiting for you to come back to him and for you to say his name again.

He wanted to ask you to stay the night, he was sure you wouldn't be able to walk home anyway, and he was vaguely aware of the sound of rain still coming down outside. 

“Doll..” he cooed, rolling off you and onto his back. You moved your eyes to take him in, the way his eyes were hazy and unfocused, his hair even more wild than before, and the cocky smile he had on his lips at the sight of you… what you must look like to him.

“Hm?” was all you could muster out as a reply, still trying to regain your breath as your body still sporadically twitched from the aftershock of such an intense climax. 

“Stay the night… I can’t have you go back out in that rain,” he mumbled, his hand coming up to brush your hair away from your face. You leaned into his touch, you knew you told him at the start no softness... But now, you could hardly remember why you asked that in the first place.

“Mhm, sure, Chuuya,” you breathed, rolling closer into his embrace. He held you tight to his chest, which was slick with sweat. You could feel him fiddle with your hair absentmindedly. As you slowly closed your eyes, comforted by the feeling of his heartbeat and the soothing feeling of his hand in your hair, you suddenly remembered something he said. Your eyes popped open, and you pushed your hands onto his chest to hover your face above his. “Wait- Chuuya- did you say there would be a next time?” you asked, bewildered. His loud and sharp laugh echoed through the room and you blushed furiously at the idea of doing this again. But despite the embarrassment, you felt oddly happy that Chuuya wanted you again, and you were excited to take him up on the offer.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bungostraydogs #bsd x reader #nakahara chuuya #bsd smut #bsd x you

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Would I be TA if I confronted my mom over the gift she gave my dad? 🧵 to recognize So, this christmas, I (teen, NB) and my family, started opening our christmas gifts. Which is fine. Normal, right? Well, everything's going fine and dandy until I hand my dad a gift from my mom (in my family, the youngest person hands out all the wrapped gifts to everyone) and he opens it. And I look at the box when he opens it and . it's a fucking vibrator. Like?? What??? Obviously my parents are allowed to have a sex life. They made me, after all. But like. Why the fuck would you give that to someone during the public christmas gift opening?? And to make matters worse, my grandparents asked what it was and my mom was just like "oh, it's a private joke in between married folk" which like. Fine. But if it's a PRIVATE JOKE why would you give it to him in front of everyone???

So, tumblr, my question is- would I be an asshole if I told my mom "what the fuck please don't do that again??" Like obviously I'd try and phrase it a bit nicer but. I'm just completely like??? (Also, I'm autistic and on both the aromantic and asexual spectrums so??? maybe this is a normal thing for married couples and I'm overreacting?)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[breadnauppercrust]

some designs i came up with for the girls in miraculous. the idea was 'what if they could have multiple outfits like sailor moon, as told by ginger, or totally spies?' and 'what if their clothes reflected their story arc?' however, i kind of gave up on them because i no longer have time to work on it as much as i would like to, so below this are copy+paste from my wip instagram account. lowkey its fanfiction-y lol

Alya:

Alya redesigns! tbh don’t know if they’re cohesive but 🤷‍♀️

S1: dresses for comfort & is geeky - think DrWho/Marvel/Tumblr. Obsessed w superheroes & has dedicated blog for each one, & that includes LB. Beginning of her & Maris friendship, starts to dates nino halfway s1.

S2: Mari influences her way of dress, still geeky but experimenting w clothes. Ladyblog becomes popular, interested in finding out her secret ID. Is also investigating akumas, HM, The Who/what/where/whys. Lowkey figures out who ladybug is but doesn’t say anything. Has been given fox miraculous at least a couple times.

S3: notices changes in Maris behavior & confronts her. Becomes fox miraculous holder full time, helps LB figure out who HM is & shares all the info she’s found. CN lowkey pushed to the side, causing friction, bc wrapped up w finding out who HM is ig. Constantly wears a Fanny pack now for trixx. Goes w comfortable but stylish clothes (ig lol idk) also at this point is BFF w Mari

Chloe:

S1: wears preppy designer brands to impress mom, despite living in diff countries. Basic mean girl, her only friends being Sabrina and Adrien - whose a childhood friend & lowkey helped him attend school. Both know how it feels to “lose” a parent & Adrien has seen a softer side of her. Probably has a crush on him ig. Maris bully, jealous of her talents at sewing & making friends easily, & prob her knit tight family.

S2: still preppy but w 60/70s inspo. Given bee miraculous a couple times, has resisted akumas - info she uses to help others later. Helping ppl & being somewhat nice makes her feel good & likes the appreciation from others+LB. Maybe Mom moves back to Paris w half sister, Zoe - might be significantly younger than Chloe idk. Didn’t like her at first but warms up to her as season goes on. Sees lil sister copying her & their mom, has an epiphany ig. Connects dots on akumas & feelings & tries to be better.

Should Zoe exist tho??? idk

S3: preppy but more casual. She’s nicer but still sarcastic, has made a few new friends, treating Sabrina better. Still trying to get moms approval tho & follows her around, even to fashion things w the Agreste. Notices Gabriel is acting strange, more distant towards Adrien, doesn’t notice what he’s doing or where he’s going. pt queen bee ig, probably given towards the very end of the season tbh by Adrien/CN after being ignored by LB bc of RR involvement w finding out HM id. AND noticing Chloe change significantly in the past several months (?) does Adrien reveal to her IDK he is still loyal to LB but eH

Mari:

1st Mari is shy, her outfits are safe & she kind of disappears in a crowd. She just became 🐞 & isn’t 💯 with her role yet. She’s designed and made her own clothes but doesn’t wear them outside of the house bc Chloe, oof

2nd she’s now comfortable being 🐞 & that boosts her confidence as Mari, she’s wearing more bold colors & outfits that she may or may not have designed herself 👀

3rd 🐞 is now the guardian of the miraculous box, has bigger responsibilities & problems to deal with. Being 🐞 has creeped into her daily life. Doesn’t have time to design/make clothes so wears w/e, but tries to appear happy.

Kagami:

i like the idea of kagami being prim and proper looking all preppy at the beginning, but after making friends she starts to rebel by modifying her school clothes w accessories but eventually wears w/e she wants w a punkish vibe. lowkey worried about falling into a trope so idk

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #chloe bourgeois #kagami tsurugi #alya cesaire

[halfdeadfullgay]

404 - Title Not Found (part/chapter 3)

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Ao3

Summary: Jason was expecting the gala to be boring like always but is pleasantly surprised when it isn’t.

Danny meant it as a joke but Fenton luck always strikes. At least he gets an excuse to talk to the cute guy he gave quarters to.

AN: As always this is crack, this is a whole crack fic; and I play fast and loose with DC&DP cannon. Ignore any out of character writing(mainly Vlad and Bruce).

Kinda/slow Vlad redemption, kinda like a shitty uncle that you get along with sometimes.

Danny and Jason don’t know each other’s names for a bit so they refer to each other as:

Danny - Quarter Guy

Jason - Laundry Guy

Enjoy the crack! :)

Jason immediately knew that the other wasn’t from Gotham. No one just offered anything without an immediate confirmation that they would get something in return. At least that’s how it was in Crime Alley. He and the other held small talk while they were doing their laundry.

“You just offer quarters to people?” He said sarcastically only to have an actual answer in return. “Only the cute people.” The other said with a somewhat joking tone.

“Uh huh. What’s ya name? I didn’t catch it.” Jason wouldn’t directly admit but this guy had peaked his interest even more.

“Well, I didn’t throw.” The guy answered with a smile that felt sarcastic with just a bit of wanting chaos.

The topic changed to other things. He learned that quarter guy had moved to Crime Alley awhile back, he didn’t give a clear reason why; “Just thought it’d be a good change of pace.”

He also learned that Quarter Guy was going to some kind of event with his godfather; saying that even though he agreed to go, he could still complain. And god did he complain but nothing sounded too bad. “He’s just a fruitloop, I wouldn’t doubt him trying to use me to get secrets from the other people.”

Jason didn’t share any too personal information; besides it just out of sceret identity and such but it would also feel weird to. Jason did complain about how he was more or less forced into agreeing to go to the Wayne gala, only not sharing that it was a gala or that it was a Wayne event.

“Maybe we end up at the same event.” Quater guy, who still didn’t tell Jason his name, joked. His laundry had been done before his own. Quarter guy left with a smile that only made him want to figure out why he felt familiarly even more. Jason was more curious about this guy than before but decided to hold off on figuring out more about it.

—

It was just meant as a joke. Danny really did mean as a joke but just his fucking luck(or honestly he was expecting CW to be the cause in some way), he was now looking at the guy he gave quarters to a day or two pior. He was standing next to the snack table, avoiding Vlad so he didn’t have to worry about talking to other rich people he didn’t trust. The snacks didn’t look good in any sense of the word, why did he expect rich people to know what good snacks look and taste like.

He was thinking about texting Sam to complain, knowing that she would say I told you so but that when he noticed the guy from his apartment building was there. It took a second to recgionze him since he seemed more put together and dressed nicer, but it was him. Danny wouldn’t have questioned it too much if the guy wasn’t standing next to Bruce Wayne but he was. Danny didn’t need to know any more rich people but life(or probably CW) had other plans.

He noticed that the guy hadn’t seemed to see him yet. Danny moved away from the snack table, going opposite from Wayne and the laundry guy; mainly focusing on staying hidden but a voice called him. “Danỉ͔͖̜͌ẹ̿͋̒̕l̙͖̑̾ͣ!” It wasn’t loud, at least it wasn’t to humans. It had just enough of a hint of ghost speak to have Danny turn to look. Of course when he had his back turned, Vlad had to go and speak to Bruce Wayne. “Come over, I’ve hardly seen you since we’ve arrived.”

Danny held back a sigh and eye roll as he went over to Vlad and Wayne; which also meant laundry guy. He had felt Wayne’s eyes on him as he went over, laundry guy hadn’t seemed to notice or frankly care enough to look. He looked at Bruce. He knew of “Brucie” Wayne and had wondered if it was just a persona like when Vlad used to pretend to be niceish to his dad. He side eyed laundry guy, who didn’t look at him at all.

“You didn’t tell me you had a so-“ Bruce started with a hint of curiosity. Danny was quick to cut him off. “He didn’t because I’m not.” That’s what finally got laundry guy’s attention, he looked at Danny for a second and Danny already knew that he recognized him. “Daniel, that was rude.” Vlad looked at him before going back to Bruce. “I apologize for him but he is right. He’s my godson.” Vlad said, leaving it to Danny to introduce himself.

“Yes, I do apologize for cutting you off like that.” Danny started. He used the tone he would use with some of the ghost nobles. It was a bit forced but relatively kind. He’d hate to admit and never would out loud but he learned it from Vlad. “It’s alright, I understand how words hold meaning.” He noticed how it sounded more real than “Brucie” usually did.

He just nodded before continuing, “Okay. I’ll introduce myself before Vlad tries to.” Danny made his tone sound just a bit joking. He felt laundry guy’s full attention on him. He smiled, a little fake and a little smug. “I’m Danny Fenton and as Vlad said, I am his godson.”

There was some “good to meet you”s exchanged. Danny picked up on the fact that Bruce nudged Laundry Guy to introduce himself.

—

Jason didn’t like Vlad Masters at all. He was creepy, all around weird and untrustworthy. He had only seen him a few times before, spoke to him barely unless with Bruce but something was off now. There was a strange feeling of paranoia around Vlad that he couldn’t place. Even with all his training from the Bat.

He had been staying relatively close to Bruce, not wanting to deal with questions or the other people which Bruce seemed to respect. He had noticed that Bruce had been trying to be better or very least trying to understand his perspective. It was something, it was better than nothing.

Jason had held back a groan as soon as he saw Vlad approach him and (mainly) Bruce. He tuned out most of everything, just looking at the other people around them. It was like every other time Bruce was stopped by another billionaire. Just stand there, vaguely pay attention and look at the crowd of other people. That’s how it was going until he heard Vlad call out to someone else.

“Danỉ͔͖̜͌ẹ̿͋̒̕l̙͖̑̾ͣ!“ He heard Vald call out to someone else. it sounded off, not by a lot but still. He didn’t show a reaction outside of paying more attention. He noticed Bruce didn’t show any slight reaction which was expected. Jason still didn’t care enough to fully look up at whoever Vlad had called over until Bruce had started talking and was immediately cut off.

Jason had recognized the voice right off the bat. He looked up and saw Quarter Guy or as he introduced himself, Danny. It was obvious that the other recognized him as well but spoke as if he didn’t. He thought of when he talked to him while doing laundry and how he joked about them going to the same event. He heard formalities go around when felt Bruce nudge him. A signal to introduce himself.

He faced Danny, taking note of how he acted like they hadn’t met and he decided to go along with it. “Jason. Nice meeting ya.” He said with a similar smile that Bruice Wayne was known for but each bat kid had their own distinct version of it. “Nice to meet you as well.” Danny said with his own smile, he noticed that it was a mix between genuine and fake.

Jason noticed how different the other acted compared to when they talked a few days prior. He took note of how he was not as talkative or sarcastic and just had a small sense of fakeness about him. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for people to have a more or less fake personas at galas but he found it interesting how the other did a complete 180.

“So Danny, this your first gala?” Jason asked. A bit genuinely curious and also since he knew Bruce would ask him at some point. Danny looked at Vlad for a split second before answering. It seemed like silent communication. “No and yes. I’ve been to a few before but this is the first one I’ve been to in Gotham.” He had kept the smile as he explained. “Vlad has dragged me to some all over. Although I mainly attend the few that are held in my hometown.”

Yeah, he was definitely lying about something. It was easy to guess especially when Danny looked at Vlad before he had answered. He didn’t outwardly question it or look at Bruce to see if he noticed it too, of course he had; world’s greatest detective or whatever.

“Well we’re glad that you decided to attend tonight.” Bruce spoke, or well Brucie did. Some of the others had personas similar to the Brucie one but Jason didn’t. He didn’t feel like he needed one especially after coming back. “How about Jason and you go off and do your own thing while I speak business with Vlad?”

Jason looked at Bruce for a second, they both knew something was sketchy with Vlad and instead of including him in getting more info on him, Bruce was pushing him off to Danny. Not that he was complaining but still. He looked at Danny for his response.

—

Danny looked at Vlad, a bit surprised that Vlad wasn’t one to suggest that although he would’ve been suggesting it as a way to get information against competition. Vlad just gave a nod to him, Danny held back a sign knowing that Vlad would still use it as an opportunity for that. “Sure, why not? Still getting used to the city and all.”

And with that, he was led away by Jason. He could already hear Vlad scheming. At least he would be the only ghost he’d have to deal with. Hopefully, he didn’t want to jinx himself. He just let Jason drag him away from Bruce and Vald, not really caring where they went.

They finally stopped in a more quiet corner of the gala room. It was less bright with less people which Danny was grateful for. He had attended more ghost galas than human ones. So the loudness that came with human ones was still newish to him.

“So, I guess we really did end up at the same event.” Jason said with a smug grin. Hopefully just making it known that he said it as a joke would make it seem as a crazy coincidence and not too weird.

Danny gave him a sheepish smile, “I swear I meant it as a joke.”

#cross posted on ao3 #fanfic #dpxdc #dcxdp #danny phantom #ghost king danny #dead on main #jason todd #red hood #crack fic #crack treated seriously #404 - title not found

[eetherealgoddess]

ꨄYou Get Meꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Reader Until The Others Turn Yandere Au

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread!

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

Japanese language is red

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There will be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

You Get Me

“Shit, shit, shit!” Y/n paces back and forth in her basement, her hands rubbing her arms viciously as she bites her lip.

“What do I do now?” She hisses, tears of frustration almost falling as she stares at the unconscious men with their arms and legs bound by rope, leaning against the wall. Her hands move to the back of her neck, sweat running down her skin as she hyperventilates. She whines as she crouches and bends over, covering her face before hitting her head as she curses herself.

“Y/n, what the fuck is wrong with you?” She growls. “They’re either gonna kill you or you’re going to jail you dumbass!”

She just couldn’t take it any longer. When she first set eyes on each of them, she couldn’t help but fall in love. She knew, since the beginning as she stalked them and observed everything about them, that they belonged together. So that’s why it really hurt when she got rejected by each of them for not being their type, seemingly the reasons not being physical but more so they thought she was boring, some saying it nicer than others.

She even followed them to their favorite spots a few times to show that she could have a good time as well though none of them seemed to notice her. It became so frustrating. So excruciatingly painful that they just couldn’t see her the way she wanted them to. It was even more terrible when she watched their hookups and the romantic partners they went through, even going as far as vomiting when she saw the sex. It’s as if they were mocking her, shoving it in her face even though she was the one invading their privacy.

“I’m so stupid.” She groans as she sits in a chair at an old desk, her fingers holding her forehead up as she closes her eyes and rubs her temples.

“What the hell is this?” The sound of Mikey’s voice waking up caused her to look up at all of them. She could only stare in awe as they all came to the surface, eyes slowly opening as they took in their surroundings.

“You again.” Sanzu says as they make eye contact.

“U-uh yeah, haha me again. So, I know this is a little unexpected for you guys, and trust me it really wasn’t planned, but…!”

“So, you did this on a whim?” Kazutora questions.

“Not necessarily, but…”

“Someone can’t handle rejection.” Ran eyes her with the same bored expression he used when he rejected her.

“How pathetic.” Rin says with the same expression. Her eyebrows furrowed, everyone looking over when her fist hit the table, dust flying everywhere.

“Shut the fuck…! Okay, look. I know that this is bad, okay. I just… I…”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know what to do, Y/n.” Sanzu rolls his eyes.

“That’s what it looks like. Maybe you should’ve planned better.” Rin replies.

“Come on guys, clearly this is the best she could do.” Kazutora chuckles.

“Can you hurry up so I can get Dorayaki? This is boring.” Mikey huffs.

“Awe. Look, she’s getting embarrassed.” Ran laughs.

She could only look at them with a warm face, tears building up, not just because of their words, but because they think of her as a measly joke. The more they talk, the more she questions her own relation to them. Doubting herself and her feelings as the stupidity lingers, causing her to walk out of the basement to get some fresh air.

“Holy fuck they’re mean.” She sniffs as she wipes her eyes, walking in to the bathroom.

What did you expect? You kidnapped them after they made it clear they don’t fuck with you. Now you’ve made a fool of yourself.

“I knoooow.” She whines, as she stares in the mirror.

“Okay, get it together, Y/n! Let’s just knock them out and then we’ll let them go. This really isn’t you, anyway.” She whispers, lightly smacking her face.

She walks out of the bathroom towards the basement, opening the door and walking down the stairs.

“Okay, guys. I’m gonna let you go but I have to…”

Her eyes widen as the hairs on her body stand up, goosebumps forming as anxiety shoots her, eyeing the empty space with the ropes scattered. Her hands began trembling as she looked around the room. She begins to hyperventilate, standing in the same spot as she continues to stare at the space they used to sit at.

“Boo.” She hears before she could turn to face the culprit, a force on her head causes her to immediately fall into darkness.

Just waking up, she hears a familiar voice say, “You know, I was almost scared you wouldn’t pass the test, Y/n.” When she fully awakens, she pulls at the restraints, cuffs tight around her wrists as they link to chains from a wall that isn’t hers. She glares at her culprits in surprise.

“Wh-what test? Wait! Please don’t kill me, I was gonna let you go!” Honestly, she should want to die. Who gets abducted by the people they abducted in the first place?

She flinches when Kazutora crouches in front of her to pat her head.

“We knew the whole time that we were being watched.” He says before standing back.

“We just wanted to see how far you’d go.” Ran says with an amused smile.

“Pretty bold of you to kidnap us. Even though you had no idea what you were doing.” Rin smirks.

“That’s why we rejected you and let me tell you, you didn’t disappoint. We knew you’d go far but this is even better.” Sanzu says.

She stares at them in bewilderment.

So everything was planned to trigger me? The rejection, the hookups, the dating, the everything? They knew everything.

“S-so you played with me?”

“Well, not yet.” Mikey jokes, causing the rest to laugh. “But yes, we had to see if you were truly on our level.” He says as he crouches in front of her.

“Isn’t that why you feel the connection, Y/n? Because, we’re the same. You’re just as twisted as us.” Sanzu responds.

“No, no, no! I didn’t play with anyone’s feelings! I-I was honest about everything. We’re not the same! Not like I thought.” She says, voice shaky as the realization that she’s been infatuated with psychopaths seeps into her mind.

“Unfortunately, we thought you’d kill those girls, though you never did. That was disappointing so it was exciting when we let you drug and kidnap us.” Kazutora says with a content expression.

“Stop.”

“Or when we fucked them because we knew you were watching.” Rin adds.

“Stop it!” So they were taunting me? When they would look out the window, they knew I was there?! I was right?

“Your attempt was very cute.” Ran chuckles.

“What did you think was going to happen? We deal with this type of shit everyday.” Sanzu says.

“STOP! Just stop fucking talking!”

“What’s with the long face? Are you not happy that we’ve chosen you?” Mikey questions as he tilts his head.

“This… this was not how it was s-supposed to go, just let me go!”

“Oh, so it’s only okay when you make moves, huh? You’re not very fair are you?” Rin taunts.

“Yeah, I thought you loved us unconditionally. What’s with the change of heart?” Kazutora mocks.

“It doesn’t matter anyway. It’s no longer your choice anymore.” Sanzu shrugs.

“You don’t have to do the big boy work anymore so you can relax, Princess.” Ran gives a closed eye smile.

“I… I want to go home! Please just let me go.” She pleads.

“That’s too bad. You’re not going anywhere.” Mikey states. “Sanzu, we’re done here.” After he announces their dismissal to the conversation, everyone steps back as they get comfortable on the scattered couches and chairs as Sanzu walks towards her.

“What’s happening? What are you gonna do?”

He kneels in front of her as he crawls in between her legs.

“I found you first so I get first dibs.”

She gasps as he pulls her bottoms down swiftly.

“W-wait! No, I’m not ready!”

“Relax.” He demands, moving back as he pulls her from her sitting position causing her to lean her back uncomfortably against the wall. She tries to squeeze them shut as she pulls on the restraints. She also tries to ignore the piercing gazes of the others who already have their erections out. In any other event she would’ve been excited if it weren’t for what has happened in the last few hours. His hands hold her thighs up as one of his fingers slither up her pussy through her underwear.

“You’re so wet. Of course you’d be turned on by this.”

“P-please don’t do this! Just give me some time, Sanzu!” He looks up at her mesmerized by how her voice sounded saying his name.

“I always knew that you’d be worth every life we took.” Her eyes widened.

“Your friends were taking up too much of your time and attention.” Mikey says. “That’s supposed to be ours.”

“Especially that clown you called a ‘boy best friend.’ Obviously you liked him, what were you thinking?” Kazutora laughs.

“You did what?! How… How could you do that? What the fuck is wrong with you people?! Let me out of here!”

“How else were you going to notice us?”

She shrieks as Sanzu enters her pussy, gripping her thighs as he thrusts all the way to her cervix. Holding it there as he wipes her tears.

“I only want those tears to be from me.”

He began to thrust as he pulled her against him each time his hips came forward, skin smacking skin as he went balls deep relentlessly. She cries as she couldn’t help the reflexed moans and whimpers falling out of her throat as his head repeatedly hits her g-spot. Her legs tense as the chains connected to her wrists rattle. His hand wraps around her waist as he pulls her closer onto his kneeling lap, fucking into her at a deeper angle as he rests his face on the crook of her neck. His heavy breathing and slight moaning hit her ears and neck causing tingles to run up her spine.

She closes her eyes so she doesn’t have to keep seeing the others who are observing, jerking their own cocks as they glare at her with so much lust that it makes her have goosebumps.

“This feels so fucking good.” He whispers to himself, her pussy clenching as she prevents herself from enabling him by grinding back. She feels sick and disgusted at herself for the pleasure his cock is bringing. Her tears fall heavily as he continues to thrust his cock in and out of her hole, working them up to their release.

Each man, besides Sanzu, sat, stroking their cocks as occasional moans slipped, breathing heavily as they watched their woman getting plummeted by dick, the sounds of her moans and wet pussy turning them on to the highest points as they thrust their hips against their hand. Mikey gets up to unchain her as Sanzu places her on her hands and knees, pushing her upper back lower so her chest meets the floor, everyone getting a side view of him fucking her in doggy style.

She uses her arms to cover her face, her head forced to turn towards the guys by Mikey.

“If you move your head and don’t keep your eyes open, we’ll kill your family one by one.” He walks back to his spot on the couch and continues to fap his cock. She cries even harder at his threat, reminding her of the reason for her friend’s disappearances.

After a few minutes, Sanzu began to feel himself about to cum. She tenses as she looks back, “Wait, I’m not on birth control!”

“We’ll take care of it.” He begins to thrust harder.

“Ah fuck.” He moans as he pushes himself deeper inside, releasing the fluid as she orgasms, feeling the semen filling her being her last straw. The rest of the men shoot ropes of sperm as they give one last thrust. When he pulls out of her, her body falls to the ground as she lays out, exhausted and defeated.

“You’re not done yet, Y/n.”

“You wanted this, so you’re gonna take it all like a big girl, okay?”

#yandere x reader #yandere #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x reader #sano mikey manjiro #sanzu haruchiyo #ran haitani #rin haitani #ran x reader #rin x reader #sano manjiro x reader #sanzu x reader #haitani brothers #yandere au #yandere reader #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora x reader #yandere tokyo revengers

[drea-ms]

CITY OF STARS. GOJO SATORU.

synopsis. in which, nearing the end of the day, Gojo Satoru finds you in a room with a piano in the middle and falls in love deeper with you. (my birthday post :D)

warnings. fluff. angst. mentions of the haibara n riko. death. gojo does die, so canon compliant. la la land inspired but with jjk coded. he falls first and deeper. hurt no comfort kinda. major character death. best viewed in mobile tumblr.... before the shibuya incident and during it.

It's closer to the night when a white haired man walks in the room, a piano in the middle of the room and a girl sitting there playing random notes, eye bags in her [e/c] eyes. The colors of the sunset begin to fade away and turn into a hue of dark blues, purples and blacks, the moon, shining bright and illuminating the young girl. Gojo Satoru thought he never seen something a beautiful as you. A painting that can never be recreated.

He stands there for a while, surprised that the [h/c] haired girl doesn't notice him, maybe she does and won't say anything until he does, so did. "You know how to play piano?" he asked, making her look at him, a look in her face that shows sadness and happiness, "It helped make me feel better. So I played 'till I felt better, It—" she stops herself with a sniffle before continuing once again, "It helped, Riko and Yu. They always loved me playing." she mumbled this time, the moon, now as high as it can, shining down at her.

"Oh." he says, pity in his face, though you don't seem to mind it, instead you smile at him.

"Do you want to hear me play?" you asked, a small glimpse of hope in your eyes

"I would love to." he says, a small shine of blush on his face and you think he never looked more beautiful than now. Gojo thought the same.

The music you played fit you, it was softer, nicer and sweet. When Satoru thought of a song he would ask you, like in this moment.

"Do you know the movie La La Land?" he asked, playing with the piano keys while you wrote down in your small notebook, "I know of it, Utahime asks me about it and to watch it with her, Why?" you question him, a smile shows up to his face, "Let's play City of Stars, I really like that song." he says, looking for answer in your face, "Alright" you nod and smile at him and Satoru thinks that the sun could lose a battle between you and it. "Can you sing?" you asked him, "Not good, but for you? I'll make sure I sound great." he grins at you, and you blush and think that the moonlight does him wonders. You begin to play the notes of the song, and Satoru begins to sing.

City of stars Are you shining just for me? City of stars There's so much that I can't see Who knows? I felt it from the first embrace I shared with you

though he told you he couldn't sing well, he does. by the time he's nearing the end of his lines, you're next, and although you're sure you can't sing well, you try.

That now, our dreams They've finally come true

It's your turn again, and this time you stare at the window, where you can see the view of the night sky, and with a giddy feeling in your stomach you start once again.

City of stars Just one thing everybody wants There in the bars And through the smokescreen of the crowded restaurants It's love Yes, all we're looking for is love from someone else

Without you looking at him, he thanks whoever in his mind, that you're here with him. Just two twenty-eight year olds with enough trauma to scare people, just two jujutsu sorcerers with too many problems to count, and Gojo Satoru is so lucky that he was put on this earth with you. A man who changed the jujutsu world, being seen as a god, now sits there looking and hear you as if— as if you're his god and he's just a lowlife mortal, and Satoru never felt happier in this moment.

A rush, a glance A touch, a dance

This time the both of you look at each other, Gojo Satoru looks happier than ever, a goofy smile in his stupidly handsome face, and you, with a somber look in your face with a sad smile, you know that this is the last night the two of you will ever meet in one piece, and you curse your technique in your head for letting you look into the future, for letting you find out what happens and not being able to stop it, that your own heavenly restriction is seeing into the future and not being able to change it. The next part comes along and you hold in your tears. You both laugh. Two idiots in love in their own world.

A look in somebody's eyes To light up the skies To open the world and send it reeling A voice that says, "I'll be here" And "you'll be alright" I don't care if I know Just where I will go 'Cause all that I need is this crazy feeling A rat-tat-tat on my heart Think I want it to stay

Satoru always liked this part of the song, the chemistry that both Mia and Sebastian had throughout the movie was amazing, and he hoped that one day, the two of you will end up like them both, without the sad ending that Mia and Sebastian had in the movie.

The ending of the song is nearing and the night is perfect. If your students were to see this, they were to see a real like painting in the room, with meaning of love and loss. Love for both people, and loss for one.

and for the last time, Satoru starts again and you end it.

City of stars Are you shining just for me? City of stars You never shined so brightly

This time, the memories finish there and now you're back to reality, with the king of curses killing in the body of Megumi, right infront of A few people, in front of Gojo. People are right when they say 'enjoy your life! you never know when it's going to end!' because now you regret not kissing Satoru and becoming his lover, because you won't see your family anymore, because you won't see your students grow, because now,

You're dead.

VAL SPEAKS ; though i'm not back from hiatus just yet....it's my birthday in 2 days as i'm writing this! (4/3) and i'm posting this on the 5th on my birthday!!! so why not put my favorite things together!!!! la la land and jjk angst!!!! anyways i am now one year older than i was last year!

#🌙 — val writes #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk satoru #jjk gojo #jjk angst #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x you #gojo x y/n

[stylesloveclub]

sunshine pt. 2 (sneak peek)

In which Harry's a little bit nicer, and y/n is very excited to possibly, hopefully, maybe be kissed.

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“Oh,” she blinks quietly, staring down at the paper. “Why’s it so easy when you explain it?” 

He shrugs, leaning back down onto her bed, “y’just need a lot of practice.”

The bottom of his shirt rises up as he puts his hands behind his head, revealing a pair of black ferns that point towards a yummy v-line. Y/n tries her best not to look... but she’s reminded of the night where she showed up to his apartment to pick up Maddie… how he’d been shirtless, his abdomen so chiseled and firm. The swallows on his collarbones, the butterfly that seemed to jump with every breath. She finds herself getting a bit short of breath as she thinks about all of the things hidden beneath his shirt currently.

That’s the thing about being a touch-deprived, romantic girl like y/n. The littlest things get her going. 

He was nice to her once, helped her with her math homework and comforted her when she cried, and now her heart flutters like crazy when she sees him. Just the smallest rise of Harry’s shirt has her spiraling. 

She can’t help but notice the way his biceps bulge subtly as he puts his hands behind his head, and finds herself overwhelmed with the fact that this boy – an attractive boy – was just laying in her bed casually.

“Hey,” Harry says, snapping her out of her daydreams. She tears her eyes away from his ferns embarrassedly, hoping he didn’t notice. “What are you thinkin’ about?”

She averts her eyes, looking down at her bedsheet. “Um, nothing.”

He quirks his brows. “Nothing?”

“Mhm,” she nods her head innocently.

‘Really?” he asks again, his lip twitching with the slightest hint of amusement, sitting up on his elbows now. He raises himself up so that they’re face to face. He’s not an idiot.

She bites her lip nervously, and her heart stops when Harry’s eyes flicker down to watch. He stares at her with a strange look in his eye… a glimmer in them that she’s only ever read about in books. His eyebrows furrow as though he’s deep in thought, eyes still glued to her lips. 

She wonders if she’s hallucinating when he leans in. 

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SUNSHINE PART 2 COMING TOMORROW 07/29!!!!! PART 2 AND 3 ARE ALREADY UP ON MY PATREONNNN!!! :) THIS IS NOT A PATREON EXCLUSIVE MEANING ALL OF IT WILL BE POSTED ON TUMBLR, PATREON JUST HAS EARLY ACCESS!!!!

READ PART 1 HERE

#harry fic #harry smut #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfic #harry styles writing #harry writing

[dwarf-hat-enjoyer]

🌼Favorite Flowers🌼 (Bachelors' V.)

synopsis: Favorite flowers of all six Stardew bachelors! No farmer mentioned, headcanons. SFW.

w.c.: 1.2k words!

content warnings: None!

A.N.: shoutout to @jellyaris for inspo on the Shane section! Hope everyone enjoys these little snippety snippets...Suuure, some of these headcanons kind of diverge from canon (yeah, yeah. Alex is neutral to dandelions ingame. Sue me, LOL.) But who cares, it's Tumblr! Might make a bachelorettes' version too.

Alex

He's a simple man with simple tastes. DANDELIONS suit him well! He has fond memories of picking dandelions with his mother and blowing the seeds away, and even vaguely remembers how to make flower chains out of them. Of course, he could never get them as neat as hers, but Granny Evelyn still asks for his help when making crowns for the Flower Dance. Apart of him wonders why they have to use nicer-looking flowers for the formal crowns when dandelions work just fine. They're sturdy yet flexible- not nearly as fragile as the more 'beautiful' flowers, and as an athlete, he can admire that about them.

On a deeper level, there are many similarities to be found between Alex and his favorite flower. First impressions can be deceiving- just like most people think of dandelions as pests, Alex can come on a bit strong and even arrogant. But looking beneath the surface, they both share the same physical and mental will to push forward and survive in even the most difficult circumstances. They both go through drastic changes as well. Just as the bright and spiky bloom of a dandelion becomes softer and more delicate, Alex's spirit softens too. His own changes, though, won't float away on the wind anytime soon :P

Elliott

As obvious as it would be to say red roses, SNAPDRAGONS would be his favorites instead! As much as he is a romantic, he's just as much a daydreamer, and snapdragons would provide his imagination with ample opportunity to run wild, both with their fantastical name and lush, delicate appearance. They remind him of adventures in far-off lands, harkening reveries of ancient castles filled with wondrous secrets and the brave heroes set out to uncover them. He's a homebody at heart, but nothing is stopping him from holing up in his cabin and writing about any of it! (Or, well, fantasizing about writing about it, in most cases. <3)

But just as established, he's a romantic. Elliott is definitely well-versed in the language of flowers, and the meaning behind snapdragons in particular hardly eludes him. They symbolize grace, earnestness and strength under pressure, but are also known to represent something less than well-intentioned. Emulating the former qualities is something Elliott has done effortlessly, but in a way, the last one entices him the most. To create something beautiful, strong and mysterious; something that draws one in and sparks love and fear and longing for an endless more- isn't that what every writer wants? What every writer dreams of?

Harvey

A little like Elliott in this regard, Harvey is the sentimental type. FORGET-ME-NOTS hold a special place in his heart. It's a simple flower in appearance with an almost childlike name, but he likes them just the same. Maybe it's because of those traits that he does- they remind him of the carefree days he's missed out on, since moving to the valley. On top of his doctoral duties, he's a very lonely person overall. Forget-Me-Nots, with their hopeful pale blue, almost cheer him up to see on days where he feels less like a member of the community and more like a robot with a stethoscope and scrubs.

It's also their name that connects with him in a way...Forget-Me-Not. On top of the way they look, they cheer him up with that name. On the rare instance that the flower comes up in conversation, he jokes that the person who named it must've had terrible memory, as cheesy as it sounds. But all jokes aside, it's comforting to him that a flower otherwise unremarkable would have a name that insists to the listening ear that it shouldn't be forgotten. Almost inspiring, even. It makes him feel as if one day, he won't be another face-in-the-crowd. Somebody important, though to whom in particular...? Well, time will tell!

Sam

For Sam, it's DAISIES all the way! He constantly flip-flops between spring and summer as his favorite seasons, but daisies give him the best of both worlds. Seeing them dotting the fields in the warmer months always brings a smile to his face. Whether or not he's close with him, Sam definitely got Alex to teach him how to make flower chains one late spring...Of course, Alex may or may not have been mildly jealous of how easily Sam picked up on the skill, but when spending time together outside, Sam's restless hands sometimes find themselves picking daisies from the grass while Abigail and Sebastian chat and bicker and making the both of them bracelets!

When he still lived in the city with his mother, father and a much younger Vincent, he'd sometimes see them poking out of cracks in the sidewalk. While they weren't as common as dandelions, they still always caught his attention. While Jodi chatted aimlessly with her fellow PTA moms outside one of the countless Zuzu City JojaMarts, he'd busy himself, plucking daisies and dandelions from whatever nooks and crannies he could find and playing with them however he wanted. Back then, he didn't think much of it, but he looks at those times with almost a fond nostalgia. Things changed, but that doesn't mean it all has to be sad, right?

Sebastian

He doesn't think about this sort of thing very often, being the lovable terminally-online dork that he is. But if you ask, Sebastian's favorite flower would have to be BLACK TULIPS. It's not a very deep answer, really. Sure, tulips are more of a spring flower, but he finds the pitch purple color to be one of the more interesting colors that plants can have. They stick out among the cheerier colors that most other breeds of tulips display- the goths of their genus, if you will, and that's small part of why he likes them!

He entertained the idea of gardening, at one point, even prior to the farmer's arrival. Though he plans to move out eventually, he thought it would be a good way to get outside and get some exercise, though it wasn't ever really anything he thought to commit to. Though, he does chat with Evelyn on occasion- their shared affinity for tulips and his occasional fantasy of maintaining a small garden has ended up providing a lot more conversation than he's used to, or even expected! Even if most people see him as an asocial shut-in, it's comforting for him to recognize his softer side.

Shane

Look at him. All gruff and mean. His favorite flower is probably a thistle of some sort, or something poisonous. All things considered, his favorite flowers are FAIRY ROSES. Don't give him that look- it's just because Jas likes them so much! Seeing the way she lights up when she sees them is contagious for this gold-hearted curmudgeon. She'd spent two entire weeks planning out a one-woman recital for him and Marnie once, and when he handed her a little JojaMart bouquet of them afterwards...Well, the look on her face made the price tag worth it. Although, her excited squeal did leave his ears ringing for the rest of the evening.

The flowers are native to the valley, too...Sometimes, he feels as if he doesn't belong. Why would he? It's not as if he was born there or has any particularly close friends. If Pelican Town was a garden, he'd just be a weed. But Jas seems to have taken like a duck to water, although she's still shy as ever. Shane can be self-defeating and pessimistic at times, but he's not made of stone. He's grateful that she's in a place where she can flourish, just like the fairy roses she adores so much.

~FIN~

#stardew valley #stardew #stardew valley alex #alex stardew valley #stardew alex #stardew valley elliott #elliott stardew valley #stardew elliott #stardew valley harvey #harvey stardew valley #stardew harvey #stardew valley sam #sam stardew valley #stardew sam #stardew valley sebastian #sebastian stardew valley #stardew sebastian #stardew valley shane #shane stardew valley #stardew shane #stardew valley headcanons

[skyeslittlecorner]

My friend if you take requests may I ask for a scenario where it's mean girls except the plastics are Levi and his little guys and MC is well, the MC, and Satan and Sitri are (I can't remember names rn so I'm gonna use placeholders) Janice and the other guy

If you don't take requests it's no worries

But if you do… 👀

Hi dear anon!

I'm still new to Tumblr and figuring things out as I go, that's why I haven't mentioned much about requests. But of course, I take them! I'm happy to try to bring your lovely idea to life~

Let's tone it down a little just to avoid obvious hanging. A marriage between WHB and Mean Girls is something I never expected, but I bet it will be fun. You had such a big brain with this one.

So what would happen if we agreed to "join" the boys from Hades, but at the same time make a bit of a mess as punishment for kidnapping us.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Satan is the one who would like to piss off Levi first (after you calmed down his anger, of course). Moreover, they know each other well. You can count on many tips and ideas about what a jealous king hates. How about training his monster to respond to your commands? The tentacles will be useful if you want to oppose Levi. Besides, he'll be furious. And that's what Satan loves the most.

Sitri is too calm to propose conspiracies himself. But let him see your sad face and he'll do anything for you. His knowledge will be very useful, after all, he was in Hades for some time. He will give you information on how to train a monster from another dimension and let you practice on his iron maiden so that everything will go according to plan. It's easy and quite quick if you know what you're doing. Although Sitri would prefer it if you weren't doing so well, then he could spend more time with you.

We move on to the first stage. You have to gain their trust. The best person to start with will be Glasyalabolas. You need an ally, if you come to Hades and say that you suddenly want to stay with them, they will be suspicious. But Glasya is the only one who thinks it's fun and let you do anything. Even if he sees that you want to make some trouble, he will only observe amused how his future queen causes chaos.

Step two. You've secured your position in the castle. Time to learn more about the coffins, and Barbatos will help with that. You already know a little bit from Sitri, but who knows, maybe each coffin has a different way of working? Now time to check what these creatures react to, what they don't, and whether they will accidentally eat you. Also, Barbatos have a whole beautiful rose garden in his coffin. "Could you show me?" He will be delighted. Besides, he will want to apologize for poisoning you and show that these roses are not dangerous at all, while revealing how their coffins works. His behavior is so sweet that for a moment you forgot about revenge… stay strong, a plan is a plan!

Step three and the reason why it was necessary to secure a warm place and support in the two previous devils. Foras. Of course, he's been watching you since the very beginning, but now it's time to call him out. This shy boy is no harm as long as Leviathan isn't around. Wooing him will be trivial, start telling him how much you would like to make peace with the king and do something nice for him. "What? Oh, it's a surprise, I can't tell you!" Stroke him a little on these beautiful horns and you will have access to wherever you want. Beautiful, iridescent horns… focus, focus, focus! You will hire him as your sweet little spy. He will show you where the king's room is, and every time Leviathan is near his room, you will know in advance.

And this is the finale. Leviathan's room is nicer than you thought, and his coffin is there whenever he's not using it. Taking the cover off was trivial. Summoning tentacles is even easier than you thought. After two or three days, they started to respond to your not-so-wise commands… Sitri and Barbatos must have been right, it's in your blood!

"What makes you so happy? Of course it is perfectly trained, it belongs to me."

The cold voice behind you made your blood run cold, you didn't notice when the door opened. You turned around only to see Leviathan holding Foras by the noose like a leash. He didn't hang him only because he needed silence.

"What were you going to do with it, turn it against me? I'm not an idiot."

Subconsciously you imagined the knot around your neck. Leviathan threw his subject out the door with a nod and the door closed as quietly as it opened. You were trapped.

"What will you do now?"

You did what came to your mind; just as Sitri and Barbatos showed, you waved your hand to the front. A signal for tentacles to attack. Would they listen when you tell them to attack their true master? Of course not. But they did not remain deaf to your request. They positioned themselves on either side of you, and you recognized the gesture. Just like they wanted to protect you.

You stood tall, ready… you didn't know for what, but definitely not for his barely visible, mocking smile. Leviathan cupped your chin between his index finger and thumb. Anger flared up inside you. He ruined everything. This wasn't supposed to be like this! Slender fingers moved to your neck. You wanted to strangle him, and he could see it in your eyes.

"Now that you've tamed my monster, use it."

You reached your hand out to his chest. As if on cue, one of the thick tentacles wrapped around the swan's neck. You didn't mean to punish him like this, but maybe a good strangling would also work… He fucked your plan, so now you had to fuck him.

Who are you trying to fool?

You had to fight evil, not join it. But who can blame you when the evil stand in front of you all sexy and just waiting to humiliate him.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb satan #whb sitri #whb glasyalabolas #whb leviathan #whb barbatos #whb foras

[crownedghostprince]

Pretty Boy

Spencer Reid x Genderfluid!Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Spencer and (Y/N) have been dating for a few months now, but (Y/N) never had the courage to tell their boyfriend that she was genderfluid and actually preferred it when people changed up the pronouns they used for him. One day when Spencer is having dinner at (Y/N)'s he explores their house and stumbles into their room where her pride flag is hanging up. Fluff and cute moments ensue.

Requests: Closed. Requested: no.

Warning(s): Don't worry there's no angst or anything! Just pure support and fluff!!

Note: Reader is afab in this, I hope that's okay, hence the feminine pronouns in the beginning. But I'll be using lots of different pronouns in this, so enjoy! :)

Word Count: 1,668

[Third Person Perspective]

(This wonderful Spencer Reid Image is from "mercifullymelancholic" on tumblr! Go show them some love!)

It was a peaceful Friday morning at the Bureau when (Y/N) and Spencer decided to have a dinner date the next night, Saturday night, if they didn't get a case or sudden emergency. It took a couple hours of thinking and planning before the decision and time was basically finalized. The only thing that would stop their date would be any cases that pop up.

The date was to take place from 6pm until 11pm when Spencer would decide whether he wants to stay the night or head home. They still hadn't decided which would be nicer. On one hand, waking up Sunday in the same house and enjoying a nice weekend together sounded wonderful, but on the other hand they were too shy to kiss in public. Which means they'd both probably be too anxious to fall asleep under the same roof even in different rooms.

Come Saturday night, a storm had begun after dinner whilst the cute couple was watching 'Mary Poppins'. The crashing thunder and window-rattling wind was a good enough reason for Spencer to stay the night. Spencer let (Y/N) shower first and set up the next movie to watch together, 'Singing in The Rain'. The couple had decided to watch some classics. He spent the next few minutes waiting for his turn in the shower - deep in thought.

Remembering what she had said when he was deciding to stay the night: "Don't stress, Spence. I've got some spare men's clothes that should fit you." They reassured him earlier that evening when he expressed distress in not preparing a suitcase for the evening. "I also have an unopened pack of toothbrushes you can choose from, spare towels and cloths, and even a very warm jacket that'll fit you if you get cold." When they smiled, he practically saw sparkles in her eyes.

A sort of glow surrounding her when she accommodated him. But he quickly realized he was just seeing too much into it and that the light was lightning. Evident once a loud crack of thunder sounded through the night. He was grateful for her generosity and didn't want to pry too much. But he couldn't help but ponder why they had men's clothing that would fit him. He could come up with many reasons, but none that fit her as a person.

Maybe she wore men's clothing for comfort? But most women only wore men's clothing for it to be somewhat oversized and she was the same height as Spencer. Perhaps the clothing wasn't for comfort of size, but of material. But that didn't make much sense either considering she wore tight-fit clothing and never had sensory issues. A past lover? Impossible, she openly admitted when they started dating that he would be her first proper boyfriend.

Despite thinking for a few minutes - and even getting up and pacing around the living room - Spencer could come to only a couple different conclusions on why his girlfriend had men's clothing that would fit them both perfectly. Eventually, he decided he was overthinking it and left the thought alone. To distract himself whilst she was still showering, he decided to walk to her bedroom and explore the house a little.

He was staying the night after all, she'd probably be fine with him looking around at her decor. He approached her bedroom door and quietly stepped in, turning on the light with a flick of the switch just as lightning flashed outside the window directly across from the bedroom door. Above the large window he noticed a peculiar flag. Thunder then boomed outside and the rain pelted down on the window as Spencer finally realized what he was staring at.

The flag was a pride flag. A massive, very obvious, Genderfluid Pride Flag. Suddenly, every subtle detail he'd picked up on his partner clicked into place. Some days they wore dresses to fancy restaurants and some days he wore suit and ties to work events. It all made sense to Spencer now. His partner was Genderfluid and probably nervous about telling him. He couldn't really blame (Y/N). Transgender and Non-Binary people were struggling enough against discrimination. Let alone all the other people whose genders were a little more outside the box.

People weren't so nice to those who were Bigender, or Trigender, and in (Y/N)'s case: Genderfluid. Spencer wasn't sure how to approach this topic yet, so he continued to look around their room whilst they finished their shower. He admired the paintings, vinyl player, vinyls and records around the room. (Y/N) had a Boba Tea plushie on his desk and a Long Bread Cat plush on xer bed. They had a couple of xeir own paintings and empty canvases leaning against his work desk alongside some cluttered paints and brushes.

Spencer liked all the hobbies (Y/N) would share with him, or show him. He loved to listen to her rants about gouache painting, how to take care of vinyl players and vinyl records, the best hobby shops to find decent buttons, pins, patches and wall decals. She had bought a giant tree wall decal that reached from floor to ceiling and it looked amazing behind their bed. (Y/N)'s room was filled with fake nature, fake plants and real plants that rested on the windowsill. Usually the window was open for the plants, but not when a storm was raging around.

He was concerned. (Y/N) was comfortable enough to share almost every other aspect of their life with him, but not their gender identity? Spence began to overthink and wonder if he had done something that made his lover second guess opening up to him. The large Pride flag and diverse wardrobe suggested they were confident in their gender and how they presented themselves. But their hesitation to open up to Spencer suggested they were insecure, or perhaps anxious.

Spence sat down on the soft, starry night themed, bed and stared up at the glow-in-the-dark stars and paint on the ceiling. Without realizing he was deducing his partner, he started to mentally list out their different characteristics by how they expressed himself. Their artistic personality showed her confidence and resilience to other's negative opinions. His favourite vinyl - the one that was currently sat in the record player - showed xeir bubbly personality.

The running water in the shower had stopped, but Spencer was too lost in his thoughts to register the change in ambience as the repetitive rain continued tapping against the window beside him. (Y/N) soon stumbled into the bedroom with a worried look strewn across their face. Xe was clearly nervous. Spencer didn't need to use his big brain to deduce that. They were clutching xeir towel; veins straining from the tight grip. "Spence...I-I'm sorry I was going to tell you, but I..." His voice shook with fear as tears bubbled up to the surface.

"Hey, hey...it's okay." Spencer quickly stood up and walked up to his lover - holding them close. "I'm sorry I invaded your privacy by entering your room without asking. I was just wondering what kind of decor you decorated your room with." He apologized, rubbing circles on her back. "You don't have to apologize to me for taking your time on telling me about something so important."

"You're...You're not mad?" They finally croaked out. He pulled back from the hug to look Spence in his eyes. He didn't look mad...he looked sincere and held their gaze with a familiar softness that (Y/N) could never get enough of.

"Me? I think you have the right to be mad with me right now, babe." Spencer joked. "I will never be mad at you for being true to yourself." He promised. (Y/N) chuckled and leaned back into the hug.

"Thank God I have you for a boyfriend, Spence.." He sighed deeply. She could feel all the stress and worry leaving xer body with that one breath.

"Babe, if I didn't accept you for your true self...dump my ass." He grinned, earning a little 'heh' in response.

"Well...since you're okay with me being genderfluid...I was wondering if you could occasionally call - and introduce - me as your boyfriend? Just--just sometimes, y'know?" He anxiously rubbed the back of his neck. Spencer gently kissed xis forehead.

"Of course! I'd love to know how else you'd enjoy being referred to as. A swarm of bees? A conqueror of men? A changeling dressed for battle?"

"Hmm...I think...I'd prefer.." She pretended to take their time and think, "...some more original jokes that aren't taken off of the internet." They concluded with a snort - laughing at his own joke.

"Damn, alright. I'll write a whole page of genderfluid and non-binary jokes and slowly open conversations and texts with them from now on." Spencer declared. He sported the world's cheekiest grin on his face. All his partner could do was shake their head rapidly at him.

"No no no no no, that's okay! Please forget it! I take it back!" He laughed with embarrassment.

"Wow! I'm already embarrassing you and I haven't even started yet!" Spence grinned in delight.

"Hey, Spencer?"

"Yeah, love?"

"Thanks. Seriously...thank-you for supporting me."

"Always, love." He pulled (Y/N) in for a soft, meaningful kiss. The two then parted for a much needed breath of fresh air afterwards. Soft, melodic rain...a tender kiss...a romantic movie waiting to be remembered...delicious ice-cream ready to be served. A perfect evening that couldn't have gone any better.

"Oh, after your shower let's have some ice-cream and watch 'Singing in The Rain'!" Xe excitedly pulled out some clothes for his awesome boyfriend - as well as a spare towel.

"Sure! I'll have a quick shower. Don't worry my sweet swarm of bees in a trenchcoat...I'll return shortly." He chuckled, running out the bedroom door and into the bathroom with his stuff whilst (Y/N) physically cringed.

"YOu're a gEnIUS!!! You can do better than that!!"

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #fanfiction #x reader #fluff #genderfluid reader #romance

[marblemoovt]

New Neighbour - Yuushi/K-san/Reader

Masterlist

Rating: Explicit (Smut)

Word Count: 9.3k

Warnings: Fluff and Smut, Porn With Plot, Reader is AFAB but is Gender neutral otherwise, Threesome - F/M/Other, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, blowjob, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Pet Names, Edging, voyeurism?

Summary:

Moving into an apartment, you were planning to tough it out for a few years to save up for a better one. But then you meet your neighbour, and maybe living here won't be so terrible after all? Until you learn your hot neighbour is fucking someone else for hours every day. But what happens when you get to join them?

------ He holds a small box out to you. “I think the movers left this at my door by mistake,” he says. You examine the box and recognize your handwriting on the side. He tilts his head to the side and adds, “I’m Yuushi Totsumoto. I live next door.” This is the first neighbour you’ve met. You have yet to meet anyone besides the landlord; it’s like a bunch of ghosts live here.

You clear your throat when you realize you’re staring. “Ah, sorry.” You grab the package and hug it to your chest. “Thanks. I just moved here.” You gesture to the boxes behind you and introduce yourself.

His lips tug into a smirk as he examines you. “See ya around, neighbour.” Yuushi waves and heads back to his apartment. You stand there in a daze. You just met the guy, but fuck was he hot. Shutting the door, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Note:

This took me forever to write. Last time I checked there was only one other fic for this manga on tumblr, and I felt the need to correct that. If you guys haven't read Lady K & The Sick Man, I highly recommend it to anyone looking for an erotic manga. The two protagonists are very fine and it's just something you have to see yourself to understand.

With that said, did you guys know there's already a fourth book??? It hasn't been translated yet so I read the raws. I vaguely understood what happened, but what a ride!! If anyone wants to look for it, you'll most likely have to search under 'Kko to yamioji'

This is also my first time writing smut that involves more than two people, so if the writing is a bit awkward, that might be why.

Happy Reading! (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

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You’re living in an apartment building where someone has died. On the plus side, that means the rent is criminally cheap. On the downside, you didn’t learn about this until after you signed the lease. 

You haul the last cardboard box into your apartment. The ad you saw boasted about its affordable rent, so you signed a contract the day after. Now here you are, in a slightly run-down apartment with sketchy neighbours. But you can’t complain about the price. You plan to stay here for a few years and save up for a place in a nicer area. The landlord seems polite enough, but you can tell he’s hiding something from you. 

When you arrived to check out the apartment, he ushered you straight inside and kept the tour as short as possible. You barely had time to process before he brought you into his office and placed the paperwork on the table. Your current lease is ending soon, so it was either this building or scrambling to find another place. Persuaded by the low price, you signed your name. 

So you packed up your things and moved out of your current place. You cleared your schedule to spend the rest of the day unpacking. The apartment is bare except for the pile of boxes, and you feel the procrastination creeping in. If you don’t start now, you’ll continue to live out of cardboard boxes, never to be unpacked until you eventually move. You take out the box cutter and begin slicing at the tape. Before you can even open the flaps, there’s a knock at your door. 

You walk to the door and open it. There’s a middle-aged man with black hair and a scruffy beard. He holds a small box out to you. “I think the movers left this at my door by mistake,” he says. You examine the box and recognize your handwriting on the side. He tilts his head to the side and adds, “I’m Yuushi Totsumoto. I live next door.” This is the first neighbour you’ve met. You have yet to meet anyone besides the landlord; it’s like a bunch of ghosts live here. 

You clear your throat when you realize you’re staring. “Ah, sorry.” You grab the package and hug it to your chest. “Thanks. I just moved here.” You gesture to the boxes behind you and introduce yourself. 

His lips tug into a smirk as he examines you. “See ya around, neighbour.” Yuushi waves and heads back to his apartment. You stand there in a daze. You just met the guy, but fuck was he hot. Shutting the door, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“What just happened?” you ask yourself. When you signed the paperwork, you didn’t think much about neighbours. Living here doesn’t seem so bad after all. You set the package aside and continue unpacking. The first box is labelled ‘Bedroom.’ You have a futon and some drawers, which require little effort to unpack. Next are the items that go on the walls. There are posters and picture frames you want to put up. As you pick up your blanket, a loud moan comes from the other side of the wall. 

You pause, wondering if you heard that right. Another moan followed by a squeal. It’s coming from the apartment next door. Yuushi’s apartment. Of course, the hot neighbour you met is already taken. The discovery leaves a hollow feeling in your chest, but you’re glad you found out soon after meeting him. You can’t make out their conversation, but your thoughts run wild. From what you remember, Yuushi has a pleasant voice. Deep and gruff, a voice that sends a rush of blood between your legs. 

There’s a rhythmic pounding that accompanies the lewd noises. Whoever this woman is, she’s extremely lucky. Is it inappropriate that you’re so smitten over a man you just met? Probably, but you ignore the warning signs because you’re blindsided by his appearance. You’re not sure you can tolerate these noises if they happen frequently. You lay your blanket and pray the noises are a rare occurrence. That night, you head to bed unbelievably horny and frustrated, forced to listen to your neighbours as they fuck for hours. 

You wake up the next day and resume unpacking. Yesterday you finished the bedroom and bathroom. All that’s left now is the kitchen and miscellaneous items. You live alone, but you have extra utensils for when you have company. It’s strange how some people live with only one set. What do they do when they have guests? You organize everything by category. All the glasses go into one cupboard while plates and bowls go into another. The cutlery has its own drawer, and the miscellaneous kitchen tools are placed in the next one. 

You enjoy cooking, but living alone means you never have anyone to share it with. The cold weather makes you crave something warm, like curry. You might as well make extra and freeze the leftovers for another time. Since you just moved, your fridge is bare. A quick grocery run later, and you have all the ingredients you need. 

As you stand outside your door and fiddle with your keys, Yuushi also returns home. “Hiya, neighbour,” he greets. Unlike yesterday, he’s wearing a suit. 

“Hello.” You wave, but it’s awkward with your hands full. 

“Groceries?” He nods towards the bags. 

You hum, “Yeah, I want to make curry tonight. What about you?” 

“I could go for some curry,” he says. You tilt your head at the unexpected answer. Yuushi flushes when he understands your question. “Oh. I was at work,” he answers, lifting up the briefcase in his hand. 

Your eyes linger on his face. Pink looks good on him. “You work in an office?” you ask. You didn’t peg him for a salaryman. 

“Just a temp job,” he shrugs, “I do a lot of part-time work.” You admire his outfit, tempted to drag him by his tie into your apartment. Licking your lips, you meet his dark gaze. He doesn’t say anything, just stares at you with a knowing smirk. You remind yourself that this man has a girlfriend—potentially a wife! 

Clearing your throat, you glance at the ingredients you bought. “Um, do you want some curry?” you offer. “I always make extra.” If he says yes, maybe that will give you an opportunity to enter his apartment. 

Yuushi grins, and it sets off the butterflies in your stomach. “Really? That would be great!” He can barely contain his excitement, and you find it adorable. “Been a while since someone’s cooked me a meal,” he comments. 

His energy is infectious, and you bounce on the balls of your feet. “I’ll drop by later then.”

He grins and says, “Lookin’ forward to it.” You turn to your door and miraculously unlock the door in one attempt. You shake off the feeling of his eyes on your back and head inside. Shutting the door and turning the lock, you hear his footsteps fade.

Leaning against the door, you sigh. “Just a friendly neighbour,” you whisper to yourself. “I’m just a friendly neighbour.” You head to the kitchen and hunt for your pots and pans.

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The entire kitchen is filled with the scent of turmeric and cumin. You can almost taste the spices on your tongue. All that’s left is for the curry to thicken. The mixture gurgles as it simmers and reduces. You give it a stir, taste-testing to check if you need to add more seasoning. You decide to leave it alone and look for some Tupperware. There’s a bag you keep of reusable takeout containers from restaurants. You select one and check on the curry. 

The curry is nice and thick now. You turn off the heat and grab a ladle. You scoop some into the container, sealing the lid tight afterwards. A giggle bubbles in your throat. You can’t remember the last time you were this excited to cook for someone. Stopping by the bathroom, you clean yourself up and head outside, clutching the curry to your chest. 

You stop in front of Yuushi’s door and take a deep breath. Bringing up a fist to knock on the door, you’re startled by another scream. You bite your lip. Of fucking course. 

You return to your apartment and grab a second container, filling it with another serving of curry. On a sticky note, you write down instructions for how to reheat the food. Hesitantly, you add a smiley face at the end. Walking back outside, you set the containers in front of his door, rap your knuckles twice, and sprint back to your apartment. You shut the door as quietly as possible, but even the slightest noise sounds like an explosion. You breathe a sigh of relief when you don’t hear his door open. Another moan, followed by a deep grunt, rumbles the walls. You slump to the floor and lean back, thumping your head against the door. 

You are such a fucking idiot. 

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You don’t speak to Yuushi after that, mostly because his erratic schedule leaves little chance of running into him. He also never thanked you for the curry, so maybe you’re also trying to avoid him because you’re petty. I mean, a week has gone by and not once has this man left a note. He never even returned the containers! So yeah, you feel the need to be a little bitter. 

Despite being upset, you can’t help but get incredibly turned on every night listening to them. You learn that if you’re close enough to the wall, you can make out what they’re saying. It’s muffled, but you’ll take what you can get. So far, it’s all dirty talk from Yuushi. His partner doesn’t seem to speak other than the noises of pleasure she makes. Is the sex really that good?

You know what you’re doing is perverted, but it’s very hard not to touch yourself when Yuushi’s husky voice says things like ‘I’m gonna stuff ya with my cock,’ and ‘are you cumming? How cute.’

Thus masturbating while listening to your neighbours has become a nightly ritual. Otherwise, you’re too frustrated to get a good night’s sleep. You’ve considered politely asking them to be quieter, but confrontation has never been your strong suit. Plus, someone banged on their door last night. That only escalated the moans and screams. It’s a mystery how anyone else here sleeps at night—earplugs. You should buy earplugs. Why didn’t you think of that earlier? Oh, right. You were too busy thinking about what it would look like to have Yuushi’s face between your thighs. 

So you buy some earplugs, and it works for a few nights. Until you start having wet dreams. The only prevention that works is relieving yourself before sleeping. Which leaves you back at square one. You don’t know how much longer you can keep living like this. The lease is for a year, and it’s barely been a month since you moved in. That’s when you come up with a plan. Maybe you can fuck it out of your system?

On the weekend, you dress up for a night out. You don’t have a complex plan. Just find someone to bring home for the night. Although with your neighbours’ track record, it’s probably best to go to a motel. Slipping on your shoes, you take one final look in the mirror. Your reflection smiles back at you. You feel hot—sexy even! You grab your bag and head out, wrinkling your nose at the scent of cigarette smoke. Since you plan on drinking, you call a taxi to drive you to the bar. When you enter the vehicle, you miss a pair of eyes watching you from next door. 

If you were more outgoing, you would have chosen a club. But it’s been a while, and you think you’re past your clubbing days. When you arrive at your destination, you pay the driver and head inside. Taking a seat at the counter, you order your favourite drink. Might as well drink something you like and get drunk. The bartender nods and accepts your money. Your order is in front of you in a few minutes, and you take a sip. 

“What’s a lovely thing like you doing here all alone?” a voice says from your right. You nearly choke on your current sip. Turning your head, you meet blue eyes and neatly-styled brown hair. His features are chiselled and angular like those marble statues. You wonder if he’s a foreigner or if his family is. Honestly, he’s very handsome by society’s standards. 

“Um…drinking?” you phrase it more like a question than an answer because, apparently, your brain ceases to function around attractive people. The man chuckles, and the warm timber sends your stomach into a frenzy. Your cheeks flame from embarrassment, and you take another sip to calm your nerves. 

“Lovely and charming. Let me buy you a drink,” he offers. This man is clearly flirting with you. All the confidence you had before leaving your apartment vanishes in an instant. How the heck are you supposed to respond?? And then you realize you’re not ready for this. You’re not prepared to have a one-night stand. Yuushi has already burrowed deep into your heart and claimed a piece of it. 

“That’s very kind, but no, thank you,” you reply. Going out tonight was a mistake; you know that now. Scratch that. Thinking you could get some random stranger to make you forget your hot-ass neighbour was a mistake. You’ll still have to see Yuushi and hear his moans at ungodly hours every single day. As long as you live there, you’ll continue to pine like the naive idiot you are. You chug down the rest of your drink and call the bartender for your bill. 

The man beside you is unphased by your rejection. “No? Then how about we get out of here, go somewhere less crowded.” His hands creep around your waist, and you recoil with a shudder. 

“I shouldn’t. I’m waiting for my boyfriend,” you lie, pretending to check your phone for messages. 

“Are you sure? I saw you get out of a cab by yourself,” he says, and your blood runs cold. What the actual fuck??

“You were watching me.” It’s not a question but an accusation. You keep your tone level, refusing to let panic crack your facade. Despite your glare, he nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders and grins. 

He leans closer and says, “More like you happened to catch my eye. So what do you say? I’ll make it worth your while.” This man is too damn persistent. It’s actually starting to piss you off. 

“As I said, I’m waiting for my boyfriend. I’m not interested in leaving with you,” you insist. Your glass is empty, and the alcohol hasn’t kicked in yet. You’re way too sober to be dealing with this bullshit right now. You signal to the bartender for another drink, and she nods, her eyes lingering on the man beside you. 

He scoffs and pulls out his wallet. “Look, I’ll pay you if that makes it easier.” He takes out a cheque and a pen. “How much?” he asks like he’s buying a shirt. Did he really just ask you to name a price on your body?

You blink, too stunned to speak, until outrage burns in your veins. “Excuse me?!”

He looks you up and down. “I know what you’re trying to do. You say no, but you’re all dolled up. You’re playing hard to get, and while it was interesting, it’s getting annoying now.” He begins writing on the cheque, pausing to appraise you before continuing. 

You clench your glass, ready to smite this fool down. “Wha—“

“Sorry I’m late, baby,” a deep voice says from behind. You get a faint whiff of cigarette smoke and cologne. You know that voice. Because it’s the same one you’ve gotten off to every night since you moved. You tilt your head up and see Yuushi smiling down at you. How does he still manage to look attractive from this unflattering angle?

“Fuck off, pal. I saw this one first,” the man spits, scrunching his nose at Yuushi’s appearance. 

Yuushi hangs an arm around your shoulder. “Why don’t you fuck off. This one is already mine,” he fires back. You know it shouldn’t, but his words make you squirm in your seat. Yuushi glances at you with an amused expression. 

“And who are you?” the man asks, and you swear his face grows redder with each passing second. His once handsome features are marred with a snarl. He reminds you of those birds or frogs that puff themselves up to look intimidating. 

Yuushi pulls you into his chest—which is very broad and muscular, by the way. You're almost too distracted to pay attention to their conversation. “The boyfriend. Now piss off and find somethin’ else to stick your dick in,” he replies. 

The man rises from his seat, but the look Yuushi shoots him sends him skulking away. You hear him mutter angrily to himself. Not even a minute later, he’s already chatting someone else up. You have to admire his tenacity. 

The bartender comes up. “I’m glad your boyfriend stepped in,” she says. “I was going to have him kicked out, but your boyfriend came just in time.” You flush at the misunderstanding. Before you can correct her on your relationship with Yuushi, she slides another drink in front of you.  “Here, this one’s on me.” You thank her and take a sip. Your throat burns more than your cheeks. Whatever she gave you, it’s stronger than your last drink. You grimace and down the entire glass, licking your lips. 

A thin blanket of fog rolls across your mind. Through your tipsy haze, you remember you’re not alone. There’s an arm wrapped around your waist, and you look to your left. “Yuushi? What are you doing here?” you ask. 

He chuckles and squeezes your hip. “I, uh, wanted to return the containers and thank you for the curry,” he says. A week has passed since then. Why is he thanking you now of all times? 

You furrow your brows. “So you followed me to the bar?” A quick observation reveals him to be empty-handed. “Were you… worried about me?” you ask. You don’t receive an answer. Instead, Yuushi helps you out of the stool and guides you to the exit. He places some money on the counter for your bill. 

He opens the door, and the cool evening breeze whips against your face. “Let’s go home,” he says. Pulling your shivering form to his side, he adds, “a walk might help ya sober up.” It’s only a 15-minute walk, and you’re too intoxicated to disagree. The warmth radiating from his body is cozy, which leaves you clinging to his arm. 

You keep your gaze on the sidewalk and ask, “You don’t want to question why I went out tonight?” You play with the cuffs of his jacket. The material feels new underneath your fingers. 

Yuushi shrugs, his steps unfaltering. “None of my business.”

You bite your lips. “...Did your girlfriend like the curry?” you mumble into his arm, hiding your flushed complexion. 

Yuushi perks up and starts gesturing animatedly with his free hand. “Your curry was delicious! And your note was cute. I—“

You cut him off. “Not you. Your girlfriend.” Inhibitions freed, you’re on a mission to figure out what’s going on with this man. A part of you is clinging to the hope that you still have a chance. 

“I don’t have one,” he answers in a matter-of-fact tone. Ok, so he’s not dating anyone—the moans sound too high-pitched to be another man. The cynical voice in your brain points out that it doesn’t rule out marriage. 

“Then who are you pounding every waking minute you spend at home?” you prod, noticing how Yuushi shortens his strides. He doesn’t look at you as he searches for an answer. 

“It’s… complicated,” he finally says. 

You scoff, “I’ve heard that one before.” You know it’s none of your business who he sees and what he does with them, but you feel hurt anyway when he doesn’t give you a straight answer. Maybe you’re hoping for a firm rejection so you can move on with your life. 

Yuushi shakes his head. “No, it really is. Look, why do you care so much?” he asks, eyes widening when he jumps to conclusions. “Shit, are we too loud? I know a couple of the others have complained, but you’re right next door.” He babbles some apologies, panic evident on his face. 

You chuckle and look him straight in the eyes. “I like it; it turns me on,” you confess. 

Yuushi’s smile wavers. He looks unsure how to respond. “How much did you drink?” he asks, scanning your face. 

You hum and count with your fingers. “Juuuuust… two?” You hold your hand up to his face and grin. 

Yuushi chuckles, and you like how the vibrations rumble against your body. “What a lightweight,” he teases. 

With your filter gone, everything that comes through your brain comes out of your mouth. You hum and lean into his side. “I touch myself every night listening to you two.”

Yuushi laughs. “I don’t think you know what you’re talking about,” he rasps. The gravel in his voice and his heated gaze send a gush of slickness between your thighs. 

You pout and whine, “Why do you have to be so hot? I thought I could find someone else, but there’s no one else I’d rather fuck.” You don’t quite love him yet, but you want him carnally with an intense desire you’ve never felt before. 

Your words cause Yuushi to halt. You’re unaware of this and continue walking, losing balance when you’re jerked backwards. Yuushi steps forward to catch you, and you land against his broad chest with a thud, his arms securing themselves around your waist. “....I didn’t know you felt that way,” he whispers into your ear. 

You shudder at the closeness and say, “Oh, you make me feel all kinds of ways. But you have a girlfriend, so it makes me feel bad that I want you.” It takes all your willpower not to turn your head around. You know you’ll lose all reason and kiss him senseless if you do.

“What if,” he pauses, “I told you that I also want you?”

“I’d tell you that you’re either a terrible liar or a cheating asshole,” you reply. And from the bulge prodding you from behind, you’re leaning towards the latter. 

Yuushi groans when you try to wiggle out of his grip. “She’s not my girlfriend. We’re more like roommates with benefits—”

You gasp, “And they were roommates!” You giggle to yourself. 

Yuushi chortles. “...I think I’m too old to understand that reference.” He bends down and scoops you up.  “C’mon, we’re almost home. I’ll help you to the door.” You’re thankful you don’t have to walk the rest of the way, but you won’t voice the reason out loud. Each step was delicious torture, but the light friction was beginning to frustrate you. It’s not enough to scratch that itch or quench the fire consuming you. 

The sidewalk is still blanketed in darkness, the apartments a faint glow on the horizon. Lamps mark the street like checkpoints, and you occupy yourself by running your hands across Yuushi’s broad chest. A pleased hum purrs from your throat as you feel the solid muscle beneath your fingertips. 

“You’re killing me, baby,” Yuushi groans, breathless and needy. It sends a jolt of desire straight to your core. You nip his chin and giggle at the shivers that wrack his body. The hand on your thigh tightens, and his dark eyes narrow at you. “Don’t tease,” he commands. His authoritative tone sends another wave of arousal, but your hands drop, and you become still. 

The speck of light becomes a beacon, and the warm yellow glow welcomes you home. Yuushi walks up to your door and sets you down. You rummage around your bag for your keys, giggling at how surreal the entire night feels. The memory of fondling Yuushi is something alcohol will not be able to wipe away. You unlock your door despite struggling to slot the key into the keyhole.

You turn around to face Yuushi. “Thank youuu,” you slur, planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek. He looks at you, jaw slack and eyes wide. You glance down at the tent in his pants and smirk. Stepping closer, you lean into his ear and whisper, “I hope you think about me when you fuck her.” You chuckle at the noise that chokes up in his throat.

He swallows, and you watch his adam’s apple bob with hooded eyes. “We’ll talk in the morning,” Yuushi says. He brings up a hand and skims your cheek with the back of his fingers. The feather-light touch leaves you wanting more. You want to know how it feels to have his hands explore the rest of you. You’re sober enough to know you’re too drunk for this, so you step back.

“Yes, sir,” you agree with a salute. Yuushi smiles at your antics, and the fond look in his eyes churns your stomach.

“Get some sleep.” His eyes dart to your lips, but he averts his gaze and clears his throat. “Sweet dreams, neighbour,” he says, shuffling his feet. 

“Goodnight, Yuushi.” You walk into your apartment, poking your head out. You smile and wave before closing the door. His footsteps don’t start until you turn the lock, and the gesture fills you with warmth. Worn out from tonight’s events, you do the bare minimum to prepare for bed. Slipping out of your clothes, you don’t bother changing into pyjamas. So you sleep in undergarments, passing out the second your head touches your pillow. 

In the morning, you wake up in a puddle of your arousal. You had a dream which was very vivid and involved a threesome with Yuushi and his mysterious roommate. Groaning, you peel yourself off the bed and remove the sheets to wash them. A knock from the door startles you. Stretching your limbs, you make your way to the door. The stickiness between your thighs is a constant reminder for a shower and an orgasm later.

Opening the door reveals Yuushi. “Good morning!” you greet, ignoring the dull throbbing in your head. It’s like someone stretched an invisible rubber band around your head that squeezes you tight. 

“G’morn…” Yuushi stops mid-sentence. He holds a small plastic bag in one hand and a bottle in the other. You tilt your head to the side and stare at him. His gaze strays from your face and flicks back to your eyes. “Black is, um, a good colour on you,” he says. You look down and see that you’re only wearing a matching set of lacy, black undergarments. 

Hooking your thumb in your underwear band, you grin at him. “Thanks, I look better without them on,” you say, and Yuushi flushes red. From what you recall from last night, there’s no point in pretending you’re not attracted to him. So you might as well see how many boners you can give him until he decides to bend you over and rail you.

“I, uh, got these for ya,” he says, holding the items in his hands out to you. “I figured you’d wake up feelin’ like shit.” The contents of the plastic bag rattle as you take it from him. The drink is one they sell at convenience stores for hangovers.

You peek inside the bag and recognize the label of the pills. “Thank you,” you say, unscrewing the cap on the bottle and downing the drink in one chug. The bitter, herbal taste on your tongue twists your lips into a grimace. 

Yuushi chuckles. “Open your mouth,” he commands. Confused, you comply and part your lips. He pushes something into your mouth, and it dissolves in sugary goodness. You moan as the foul taste from the drink is washed away with candy. “Huh, I wonder what other sounds you would make if I stuck somethin’ else in there.” His comment catches you off guard. 

But you don’t miss a beat when you reply with, “Why don’t you try and find out?” His jaw tightens, and his eyes darken.

“I need you to get dressed first. There’s someone I want you to meet,” he says. You don’t have to guess who. Maybe your threesome fantasy will come true? But it’s not like your life is some raunchy romance novel. He’ll probably introduce you to his roommate and then reject your feelings.

“Do you want to come inside and wait while I change?” you offer. 

Yuushi bites his lip and shakes his head. “Baby, if I come inside, we won’t leave for a while.” There he goes again with the pet name. It genuinely fills you with warmth and a sense of comfort. Honestly, Yuushi could call you anything, and it would give you heart palpitations. 

You nod and head inside. You take a quick shower to rinse the stickiness and the stench of alcohol from your skin. You grab a random outfit from your wardrobe, making a bold decision to not wear any undergarments. Once you’re all ready, you head outside to meet Yuushi. He greets you again with a smile. The morning light sharpens the ache in your head, and Yuushi shields you from the sun.

“I’ve wanted to introduce ya to each other, but I wasn’t sure how you’d react.” He opens his door and looks at you over his shoulder. “Just don’t freak out.” His ominous comment does nothing to calm your nerves. The floorboards creak, and several doors slam open. A blur of dark blue and white collides with Yuushi. “Hey, K. I brought someone over.”

You stare in astonishment. A woman in a white dress peeks at you from behind Yuushi. Her smile is gentle, but it looks like she might scamper away if you make any sudden movements.

“Hi?” You wave and remain rooted to the spot.

“This is K,” Yuushi introduces the woman. Her gaze fixates on you, and she refuses to leave her hiding spot. “K, this is our neighbour.” He side-steps, and you get a good look at her. Dark locks form a waterfall that cascades down to her butt. Long lashes frame her blue eyes that are veiled by her messy hairstyle. She is very well endowed, and the first thought that comes to mind is the terrible back pain she must endure. She’s gorgeous. You can see why Yuushi likes her. The shy smile on her face stretches wide, and she waves back. “Ah, K doesn’t talk much, by the way. So don’t worry if she doesn’t say anything,” he adds.

“Is this all you wanted to talk to me about?” you ask. K looks at you with wide eyes. It’s adorable watching her gaze dart across your figure, trying to take in every detail. She reminds you of a wild animal trying to determine your intentions. You can’t decide whether you want to dominate or be dominated by her. Yuushi whispers something to K, and she nods and makes noises of approval.

“I was gonna ask if you’d like to join us?” Yuushi offers, and you’re floundered by his invitation. “I obviously want ya, but I needed to make sure K was alright with it,” he explains.

You stand there in silence, processing his words. “Like, a threesome?” Stupid. What else would he invite you to? Lunch? The smile on Yuushi’s face is lascivious, and you hear a quiet giggle from K.

Yuushi shoves his hands into his pockets, which draws your attention to the tent pitching in his pants. He rocks on the balls of his feet. “I know it might not be exactly what ya wanted, but—”

You cut him off. “I’m in.” This is exactly what you wanted. Maybe your life is a raunchy romance novel, after all. 

Yuushi grins. “Eager, aren’t ya?” And the chuckle he bellows sends a tingle down your spine. K grabs your hand and leads you to the bedroom. You’re not used to focusing so much on a person’s expressions and body language before. Her grip on you is shaky, but the smile on her face is bright. 

The door clicks behind you, and Yuushi is leaning against it with his arms crossed. “Strip,” he commands. His tone is firm, but the lines on his face are still soft. You rub your thighs together but make no other movement, too enthralled by his voice.  He smirks and nods at K. “Give our neighbour a hand, would ya?”

“Mm!” K hums, and her delicate fingers skim down your torso. She grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it up over your head. The cool air hits your nipples, and they stiffen in response. “Ah….” K stares at your chest and brings a hand up to your breasts, but she withdraws and looks at you. 

“It’s ok, you can touch me,” you say. “Please touch me,” you beg. K nods, and her brows furrow in concentration. You bite your lip to hold back a laugh. She cups your breasts and circles your nipples with her thumbs. You hiss and melt into her touch. 

“Ah!” K recoils like she’s been burned. Her eyes widen, and she bows her head. 

“No, no, no,” you say, taking her hand and placing it back on your chest. “I liked it,” you reassure her. “Can you do it again, please?” She nods and pinches your nipples with a newfound sense of confidence. Her fingers pull and tug, every move calculated and adjusted after observing your reaction. “Yes, just like that.” You throw your head back and sigh when she squeezes your breast.

K leans forwards and wraps her mouth around your nipples. Her tongue flicks the stiff peaks, and you press yourself closer to her head. The jangle of a zipper catches your attention, and you turn your head to see Yuushi removing his pants. His boxers are next, and his cock springs free. The tip is swollen and leaking with pre-cum. He wraps his hands around his shaft and gives a few, short pumps. You tear your gaze away from his when you feel the cool breeze against your nipples once more. K looks at you, her pupils blown.

You can’t resist the urge to kiss her forehead. “Thank you, K.” And fuck. The smile she gives you afterwards shines brighter than the sun, and it doesn’t worsen your headache. Maybe you can convince her to live with you instead. She kisses your collarbone, trailing between the valley of your breasts and down your stomach. Her plush lips are warm and wet. With each kiss, she ignites a fire beneath your skin. Your breath hitches when she tugs your pants down, unveiling your naked skin.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Yuushi groans at your lack of underwear. “Looks like we got a naughty neighbour here.” You squirm in place, the slickness between your thighs adding to the delicious friction. You lick your lips, and saliva begins to pool in your mouth when you see his cock coated in precum. “Use your tongue, K,” he orders.

“Mm!” K pushes you down onto the futon. She squeezes your thighs and parts your legs. She hovers in front of your crotch, and her warm breath tickles your sensitive skin. You shiver in anticipation, muscles tensing when she laps at your clit. She does the same thing she did with your nipples and circles your clit with a finger. When she brushes over the bundle of nerves, you moan and buck your hips, clenching around emptiness. K runs a finger between your folds and pops it into her mouth. She hums at the taste and begins eating you out, wanting more. 

“Fuck!” you cry out when her tongue enters you. Your mind is too foggy to notice how she’s reaching deeper than humanely possible. Electricity thrums in your veins, and your walls are trembling around her tongue. You make eye contact, and your stomach flutters at the pleased smile on her face. “You’re doing a good job, K,” you praise her. She brings a hand up to pet your clit, and your hips jolt. “So good,” you mumble. She starts pistoning her tongue in and out of you. Your hips chase after her movements, and you’re riding her face.

You teeter on the edge of an orgasm. Your thighs tremble, wet with your juices. K drinks from you with a ravenous thirst. Her loud slurps echo throughout the room, and you like how dirty it sounds. Something wet and firm taps your lips.

“Open,” Yuushi commands, and you comply. A salty tang coats your tongue, and his musky scent fills your nostrils. “Time to see what kinda noises you’ll make.” He grunts and slowly slides himself into your mouth. “You good, sweetheart?” he asks, and you hum in reply. You take in the rest of his cock and tease him with your tongue. “Fuck, baby. You look so hot with your mouth full.” His words spur you on, and you begin sucking. With your movements hindered, you take his hands and place them on your head. His eyes darken, and he pulls out. “I need to hear you say it, baby,” he says, waiting for your permission.

“Please fuck my mouth,” you plead. Your mind is hazy. K keeps bringing you to the brink of orgasm and pulling you back before you tip over. You need to have this man use you. You want his taste to overwhelm your senses and feel his seed spill down your throat. 

Yuushi looks at you with lust-blown eyes. “You gotta grab my wrist if you want me to stop,” he says. “You understand?” You nod. “I need words, baby.” For a man whose partner doesn’t speak, he’s very insistent on hearing your vocal consent.

“Yes, sir,” you say, batting your lashes at him. He growls and grabs a fistful of your hair. Your scalp tingles with a slight burn that shoots a jolt of pleasure to your core. He rams his entire length into your waiting mouth. You resume sucking and running your tongue over his cock. K finds your g-spot, and she presses against the spongy area. The knot in your stomach threatens to snap as the pleasure builds.

“Fuck, you look so pretty with your mouth around my cock,” Yuushi praises, hips thrusting at a steady pace. “Do ya like it? Having your mouth and pussy stuffed at the same time?” You moan in response, and he chuckles. “I think you’re too drunk on sex to think right now.” He turns his head to K. “How’s it going down there, K?”

“Mm!” K groans and laps up the stream of juices trickling out of you. She’s eager to please, but her teasing is torture. Your body tenses as she brings you to a high, only to stop and let you plummet back to the ground. She laughs when you whine and grind against her face,

Yuushi smiles and looks back at you. “I think it’s about time we let ya cum. Whaddya say?” Yuushi asks. Pleading with your eyes, you beg him, desperate to have an orgasm. “Look at that face. I can’t say no to that,” he says. The grip on your hair tightens, and he speeds up his pace. “You know what to do, K.”

You widen your eyes, back arching when K assaults your g-spot and clit in tandem. Her ministrations are precise, and each stroke brings you closer and closer to your climax. Sensitive from her edging, waves of pleasure crash into you, sending you reeling into an orgasm. Your scream is muffled, and the vibrations cause Yuushi to stutter his hips. Warm ropes of cum shoot down your throat, and you swallow it all. You suck on his cock, milking the last few drops.

Yuushi slides out of your mouth and crouches down, smashing your lips together in a heated kiss. You’re positive he can taste himself, but he doesn’t hesitate to explore with his tongue. You shiver when K pulls her tongue out, clenching around nothingness, She flicks your clit, and you jerk from the overstimulation. Her giggle rings in your ears, and she plants a kiss on your inner thigh.

Yuushi moves away, and you whine at the loss of contact. He smirks and swipes a thumb across your swollen lips. “Ready for more?” he asks. “I’m gonna pound that tight cunt of yours ‘til it moulds into the shape of my cock.”

“Yes, please,” you beg. And for good measure, you add, “Sir.” He pushes you onto your back, spreading your legs. Two thick fingers enter and stretch you out. You moan and try to move your hips, but his other hand pins you in place. You squirm, but he chuckles and adds more of his weight,

“I’m only using my fingers, and you’re already squeezing so hard. How cute. You want me that badly?” he teases, fingers skirting around that sensitive spot. Close but never touching, and it drives you wild with need. 

“I need to feel you inside me,” you plead, struggling to escape his iron grip. The callouses on his fingers scratch against your bare skin and send sparks of electricity in their wake. He’s giving you too much and not enough at the same time. The burn as he stretches you adds to the pleasure, but he continues to avoid your g-spot.

Yuushi smirks, “I am inside, sweetheart.” He shoves his fingers deeper and crooks them to prove a point. You clench your teeth and try to stop your walls from spasming. You want to feel him pulsing inside of you before you climax again.

“No,” you buck your hips, “I need your cock inside. Please, I need you to stuff me full.” Your walls clench around his fingers, aching for more. He pulls them out with a hum and licks them clean, groaning as he savours your taste. 

Licking his lips, he lines his cock up with your entrance before grinding to a halt. “Fuck,” he curses, looking at you with wide eyes. “I don’t have any condoms.” He starts mumbling to himself about a quick run to the nearest store.

You tilt your head. “You don’t use any with K?” you ask. Although, given how often they have sex, condoms would be expensive.

“Well, no,” he answers, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“We can buy some for next time—“ if there even is a next time “—but it should be fine since I’m on birth control.” Maybe K is in a similar situation, which would explain the lack of condoms. However, you would prefer to have them; two forms of contraceptives are better than one.

Yuushi bites his lip. “Honestly, sweetheart. I think you would look amazing with a cream pie. I wanna see that sweet cunt dripping with my cum,” he confesses. You would be lying if you said the idea didn’t turn you on.

You raise a brow and spread your folds, revealing your wet entrance. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Yuushi rubs the head of his cock up and down your slit, brushing it against your clit. Your walls flutter in anticipation, and you hold your breath when he starts easing in. Since Yuushi prepared you, there’s little resistance. The burn from the stretch is mild and pleasurable. 

Yuushi closes his eyes as he sinks deeper inside, groaning when he bottoms out. He starts slow, rubbing lazy circles around your clit. “You take me so well, baby,” he praises. You preen at the compliment and move your hips to match his thrusts.

K pads over to your head, flushed and fidgety. She lifts her dress to reveal the cutest cunt you’ve ever seen, framed by a patch of dark blue. Her plump thighs are shiny with her juices, and your mouth waters. You don’t need to guess what she’s trying to ask. “You can ride my face, K,” you tell her. She smiles and climbs over, hovering above you. Sinking slowly, she hesitates and stops inches from your face. You breathe in her musky scent, mesmerized by her swollen clit and puffy lips. Impatient, you wrap your hands around her thighs and pull her down. She shrieks, which turns into a string of moans when you begin devouring her.

“Ah!” she cries out as you suck on her clit. Lapping up her juices, you drown in her sweet nectar. You’re drunk on her taste, and her heady scent makes your head spin. The bottom half of your face is messy, but you continue your ministrations. K is very responsive. She’s already quivering and on the brink of orgasm.

“Heh, you should see the lewd face she’s makin’,” Yuushi says. He pushes his thumb into K’s mouth, and she licks your juices off of it. “Good?” 

She nods, “Mm!” and coats his finger with her saliva. 

“Hear that, baby? She thinks you taste amazing. Be prepared to give me a sample later,” he says, pulling his thumb away to resume stroking your clit. Your mouth is busy, but the way you clench around him is all the response he needs. “You two are so fuckin’ hot,” he groans, picking up the pace. He lifts your right leg and rests it on his shoulder. The new position allows him to thrust at a deeper angle, and he brushes against your sweet spot.

You moan, sending a stream of vibrations into K’s throbbing cunt. The added stimulation sends her over the edge, and you can feel her clit pulsating against your tongue. She wails and rides out her orgasm, grinding her slick heat into your face. 

“Ah!” K cries out and tries to pull away when you don’t stop, but you’re determined to get payback for the edging. Your nails mark her thighs with crescent moons, and Yuushi’s low chuckle spurs you on. A flick of your tongue opens the floodgates, and you’re directly in the splash zone. K becomes rigid, muscles tensing as another orgasm tears through her body. Gushes of liquid rain down on you, and you’re drenched with her release. You let go, and K slumps to the floor beside you, chest heaving and dress clinging to her sweaty form. Her hair is all over the place, and the smile on her face is relaxed. All the tension in her body is gone. She looks like she’s about to melt into a puddle on the floor. 

“Holy shit. I haven’t seen her cum that hard in a while. You’re something special, aren’t ya?” Yuushi says. “Now that K’s all tuckered out, I want to see what face you’ll make when I make you cum again,” he slaps the pubic mound just above your clit, “and again.” Slap. “And again.” You jolt with each strike. He only uses enough force to leave a light sting, and you ache for more. You shudder, but he doesn’t miss how you bite your lip. His large hands wrap around your waist, and he picks you up like you weigh nothing.

Your arms flail and wrap around his neck for stability. The wolfish grin on his face sends a spike of arousal to your core. What is he planning? Your question is soon answered when he raises and drops you onto his cock. You gasp at the sudden movement, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your skull at how he drags along your walls. He doesn’t move, observing your reaction.

“You ok, sweetheart?” he asks, and this would be very wholesome if you weren’t impaled on his cock right now. “I don’t wanna be too rough with ya. Let me know if it’s too much,” he says.

“Do it again,” you say. 

He smirks and squeezes your waist. “You gotta beg for it.” He tuts when your pout at him. “C’mon, I know you can. If you want it, you gotta beg.” You can feel his cock pulsing inside you; the heat makes it difficult to ignore. His thumbs rub little circles into your hips, and your body is already aching for more friction.

You groan and toss your shame out the window. “Fuck, Yuushi. Please fuck me. Fuck me until the only thing I can think about is your cock,” you plead. The smirk on his face both makes your blood boil and sing at the same time.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He lifts you again, but this time at an agonizing pace. His cock leaves you inch by inch for what feels like forever. And when you reach the tip, he slams back into you. Your nails bite into his shoulder as he repeats this over and over again until your mind is blank. “Look at you, baby. Absolutely drunk on my cock. You like it when I use you like this?” He aims for your g-spot on the next thrust and hits a bullseye. “I’m talkin’ to you, sweetheart.”

You whimper, “Yes, I love it.” As a reward, he raises and spears you with his cock once more. Your clit is throbbing, and you don’t think you’ve ever wanted to cum so badly before in your life. Yuushi spaces out his thrusts so that you’re more sensitive with each one, but it’s never enough to reach a climax. Every time your pleasure peaks, he waits until it almost fizzles out before setting you ablaze. It’s absolute torture, and you love it.

“Look at you, being so good for me,” he coos. You clench, thrilled by the way his muscles tighten. He grunts, “your insides are sucking me in, and they don’t wanna let me go.” Leaving one arm to support you, he brings his other hand to tease your clit. “Do ya wanna cum, sweetheart? Wanna cum all over my cock?”

You beg, “Yes. Please.” You’re desperate to finally climax. If you thought K’s edging was bad, Yuushi’s is ten times worse.

Yuushi hums, a sly grin on his face. “Why should I?”

You pause and stare at him with wide eyes, “You said I’ve been good. Please, Sir. I need to cum,” you sob.

“Alright then. Cum,” he commands. Both of his hands return to your waist, and he begins ramming into you relentlessly. Your body buzzes with pleasure, and your hips eagerly match his thrusts. “Look at me; I wanna see your face while you cum.” You obey, focusing your gaze on him. “Good. Touch yourself. I’ve got ya.” You bring a hand down to rub your swollen clit, and your blood thunders in your ears. That feeling in the pit of your stomach is building, and your fingers move faster without thinking. “There ya go. Just like that. Milk my cock with your tight cunt.” 

He grunts and continues railing you. His cock twitches. You want to feel his hot seed paint your walls white. On purpose, you clench as hard as you can. Yuushi curses and his thrusts become short and sloppy as he chases his own high. He comes undone, a mixture between a groan and a growl leaving his throat. Ropes of thick cum shoot inside you, sending you over the edge. You roll your hips as your vision blurs, and white-hot pleasure courses through your body in waves. Your clenches coincide with the pulsating of your clit. The rush of endorphins leaves you feeling floaty.

Still buried to the hilt, Yuushi turns you around so your back presses against his chest. He sucks on the pulse point on your neck and plays with your clit. “Yuushi,” you groan, still very sensitive from your recent orgasm.

He nips your earlobe, and his hot breath tickles your ear. “C’mon, baby. I know you got another one in ya,” he whispers, voice husky and low. 

You shiver and shake your head. “I can’t,” you whine. Your clit is still swollen, and even the slightest touch is unbearable.

He presses a tender kiss to your shoulder. “You can and you will.” His tone is both demanding and soft. His hand travels to your clit and circles around it. “C’mon, sweetheart. Cum one more time for me.” He avoids directly touching your clit and instead stimulates the surrounding area. He traces down your lips to where the two of you are joined. “This pretty cunt was made for me.” Slapping your pubic mound, he chuckles darkly when your head lolls back into the crook of his neck. 

His deft fingers make short work of you, bringing you to that precipice once more before tossing you off the cliff. This one is less intense, but it lasts longer. Yuushi continues with light touches, helping you ride out your orgasm. The spikes of pleasure ease into a pleasant buzz. Yuushi whispers praise the entire time, placing small kisses along your shoulders, the scruff of his beard scratching your skin.

He unsheathes his cock and lays you beside K, flopping down on your other side. Your body trembles from the aftershocks of your orgasm, and you can still feel a tingling sensation between your thighs. The entire room smells like sex, and there’s a faint smell of cigarettes that always lingers when someone smokes inside. 

You stare at the ceiling in a daze. “That was….” You’re at a loss for words. Because how can you describe what you just went through? K holds your hand, her lips in a gentle curve upwards. Her eyes contain an understanding look, and the amount of affection in them makes your heart skip a beat. She glances at Yuushi, and the two share a silent conversation you can’t interpret. 

“I like you, and so does K. Wanna make this a thing?” Yuushi asks, blunt and to the point. You suppose this is the best outcome you could have hoped for. At least if they want you to join them during sex regularly, it’ll help satisfy your urges.

You look away from him and instead focus on K, playing with her hair. “Would it be casual?” you ask.

Yuushi chuckles and traces your collarbone with his fingertips. “Not gonna lie, sweetheart. I like you a lot,” he confesses and adds, “K seems to have gotten attached to ya, too.”

You frown and turn your head to face him. “What are you trying to say?” You don’t want to get your hopes up.

Yuushi smiles and caresses your cheek. “I’m sayin’ that I want you to join our relationship.” 

Your eyes bug out of your head, and you almost believe you heard him wrong. “Is that something both of you want?” you ask. You need to make sure, especially since K doesn’t talk. Because of this, you look at her first. K nods and scoots closer to your side, snuggling into you. She reminds you of a cat curling up beside you. Glancing over at Yuushi, he’s watching the two of you fondly, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“Wouldn’t want anything else,” he says. “Although, there is one other thing.” Yuushi crawls down in front of your thighs, parting them with ease. He licks his lips and eyes your dripping cunt. “K got to taste you earlier; now it’s my turn.” He teases you with a short jet of cool air, and a shadow shields you from the bedroom light.

You glance up to see K’s breasts swaying above your head, nipples perked and begging to be touched. Her face is flushed, but she pushes her body closer to you. She makes this cute little squeak, and you open your mouth, latching onto her nipples. The salty taste of her sweat fills your tongue, and there’s a slight tang you can’t quite place. You moan, and she whimpers from the vibrations. 

Yuushi’s deep chuckle rumbles against your inner thigh, and he licks a stripe up your slit, tasting the concoction of your juices mixed with his. 

You shudder. Fuck. You’ll be lucky if you can even get out of bed in the morning. 

─── ⋆ ｡ﾟ☆: *. ☽ .* :☆ﾟ｡⋆ ───

End Note:

ASfdjga;kgjf. Not me learning a few days after posting this that his first name is Yuushi and not Totsumoto. My bad. I went back and changed it so apologies if that fucked any of the other text up. Did you know his name appears around 90 times in this fic? Yeah, wasn't fun to change.

At first, I was going to have K be more dominant, but she's such a sweetie in my mind. Please let me know your thoughts. I rarely write smut so it always feels like I'm doing something 'wrong.'

I am interested in a scenario where the reader and K top Yuushi. Maybe that's what the next fic I'll write for this fandom be.

I'll see you guys at my next hyperfixation! (。・∀・)ノ

Reblogs are appreciated!

#lady k and the sick man #lady k and the sick man x reader #totsumoto yuushi x reader #K-san x reader #yuushi totsumoto x reader #Yuushi x K-san x Reader #lady k and the sick man smut #fluff and smut #no y/n #afab reader #gender neutral reader #smut tags are in the warnings section #This is like the second smut I've publically posted? #I don't know what I'll do if this blows up #Like why this one out of all my fics

[stormblessed95]

About two years ago, maybe a bit more, I finally reached the point where I wanted to avoid nearly all shipping spaces on social media. It all felt so repetitive and the constant reinvention of events by people who didn't even bother watching actual content (that is mostly free) was making me angry. A few days ago, I went on Twitter AND on shipper spaces here on Tumblr, mostly because I miss BTS so much that I thought I'd find like-minded people. Now I feel I could wash my brain and my eyes with bleach. I just don't get it. I don't understand how the 7 people I love so much and who felt so close to me, almost like friends, can be viewed the way they are today. Shipper's space fells like 50% complete invention of events that never happened (and yes, Jikooker spaces are as guilty as others of that nowadays, since "new" shippers don't bother watching any original content), and 50% constantly looking for drama. Out of shippers' space it's not better, drama, drama, drama, all day long and the absolute madness that are the solo akagaes. That word used to be considered such an insult if it was thrown at you, nowadays it's like people are proud to wear it as an insigna. I am utterly disgusted. Which is why I was happy seeing the last few posts on your blog. Old original content, no ridiculous interpretation of anything, just moments, here and there. I've never been one to say this before, and maybe I'll show my age by doing so, but let me say it for once : things used to be so much nicer in the fandom.

1. Lmaooo relatable

2. Idk if I should be happy you enjoy my latest posts just enjoying content because that's what I love too or sigh that I'm considered a shipping space here on Tumblr no matter how much I hate shipping even though I fully recognize and know WHY and it's inherit truth lol

3. I miss them too. SOOOOO much it's insane....

#jikook #kookmin #shipping discourse

[halfdeadfullgay]

404 - Title Not Found (Pt 3) WIP

Part 2 - Tumblr

Ao3

Summary: Jason learns just a bit more about the guy who feels familiar while doing laundry.

Danny sees Laundry Guy at the gala and wants to avoid him because it’s not everyday people from Crime Alley go to Wayne galas but amazing Fenton luck strikes.

AN PLEASE READ FIRST: As always this is crack, this is a whole crack fic; and I play fast and loose with DC&DP cannon. Ignore any out of character writing(mainly Vald and Bruce). Also this is a WIP, this is strictly a work in progress and not the final product. I just wanted to post something while working on this fic and other stuff and this won the vote.

Final things before the actual fic:

Kinda/slow Vald redemption aka still an asshole but one you can deal with

Danny - Quarter Guy

Jason - Laundry Guy

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Jason immediately knew that the other wasn’t from Gotham. No one just offered anything without an immediate confirmation that they would get something in return. At least that’s how it was in Crime Alley. He and the other held small talk while they were doing their laundry.

“You just offer quarters to people?” He said sarcastically only to have an actual answer in return. “Only the cute people.” The other said with a somewhat joking tone and wink.

“Uh huh. What’s ya name? I didn’t catch it.” Jason wouldn’t directly admit but this guy had peaked his interest even more.

“Well, I didn’t throw it.” The guy answered with a smile that felt sarcastic with just a bit of wanting chaos.

The topic changed to other things. He learned that Quarter Guy had moved to Crime Alley awhile back, he didn’t give a clear reason why; “Just thought it’d be a good change of pace.”

He also learned that Quarter Guy was going to some kind of event with his godfather; saying that even though he agreed to go, he could still complain. And god did he complain but nothing sounded too bad. “He’s just a fruitloop, I wouldn’t doubt him trying to use me to get secrets from the other people.”

Jason didn’t share any too personal information; besides it just being out of sceret identity and such but it would also feel weird to. Jason did complain about how he was more or less forced into agreeing to go to the Wayne gala, only not sharing that it was a gala or that it was a Wayne event.

“Maybe we end up at the same event.” Quarter Guy, who still didn’t tell Jason his name, joked. His laundry had been done before his own. Quarter Guy left with a smile that only made him want to figure out why he felt familiarly even more. Jason was more curious about this guy than before but decided to hold off on figuring out more about it.

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It was just meant as a joke. Danny really did mean as a joke but just his fucking luck(or honestly he was expecting CW to be the cause in some way), he was now looking at the guy he gave quarters to a day or two pior. He was standing next to the snack table, avoiding Vald so he didn’t have to worry about talking to other rich people he didn’t trust. The snacks didn’t look good in any sense of the word, why did he expect rich people to know what good snacks look and taste like.

He was thinking about texting Sam to complain, knowing that she would say I told you so but he noticed the guy from his apartment building was there. It took a second to recgionze him since he seemed more put together and dressed nicer, but it was him. Danny wouldn’t have questioned it too much if the guy wasn’t standing next to Bruce Wayne but he was. Danny didn’t need to know any more rich people in his life but life(or probably CW) had other plans.

He noticed that the guy hadn’t seemed to see him yet. Danny moved away from the snack table, going opposite from Wayne and the Laundry Guy; mainly focusing on staying hidden but a voice called him. “Daniel!” It wasn’t loud, at least it wasn’t to humans. It had just enough of a hint of ghost speak to have Danny turn to look. Of course when he had his back turned, Vald had to go and speak to Bruce Wayne. The amazing Fenton luck stuck again.“Come over, I’ve hardly seen you since we’ve arrived.”

Danny held back a sigh and eye roll as he went over to Vald and Wayne; which also meant Laundry Guy. He had felt Wayne’s eyes on him as he went over, Laundry Guy hadn’t seemed to notice or frankly care enough to look. He looked at Bruce. He knew of “Brucie” Wayne and had wondered if it was just a persona like when Vald used to pretend to be niceish to his dad. He side eyed Laundry Guy, who didn’t look at him at all.

“You didn’t tell me you had a so-“ Bruce started with a hint of curiosity. Danny was quick to cut him off. “He didn’t because I’m not.” That’s what finally got Laundry Guy’s attention, he looked at Danny for a second and Danny already knew that he recognized him. “Daniel, that was rude.” Vald looked at him before going back to Bruce. “I apologize for him but he is right. He’s my godson.” Vald said, leaving it to Danny to introduce himself.

“Yes, I do apologize for cutting you off like that.” Danny started. He used the tone he would use with some of the ghost nobles. It was a bit forced but relatively kind. He’d hate to admit and never would out loud but he learned it from Vald. “It’s alright, I understand how words hold meaning.” He noticed how it sounded more real(?) than “Brucie” usually did.

He just nodded before continuing, “Okay. I’ll introduce myself before Vald tries to.” Danny made his tone sound just a bit joking. He felt Laundry Guy’s full attention on him. He smiled, a little fake and a little smug. “I’m Danny Fenton and as Vald said, I am his godson.”

#fanfic #crack fic #red hood #jason todd #ghost king danny #danny phantom #dead on main #dp x dc #dpxdc #hot mess fic #fanfic wip #current wip #as always i tried my best #404 - Title Not Found

[bludermaus]

Another Emperor Post for you all

First of all, just forgive me for not being good at elaboration my opinions, but here we go:

I think another reason people dislike The Emperor is because they have this incessant need to be friends with everybody if they're doing a "good run", and if you're not friendly to the player then you're deserving of no mercy, nuance and greyness be damned

We see that on how people shit on Wulbren. Like, I don't like the guy that much, but I can see the nuance of someone that was maybe a nice person and became so full of bitterness that they start lashing against others and going to extreme measures to do what they *think* is right. It's not elaborated why and we can speculate forever, but if you save Wulbren and Barcus is dead he's far far nicer to you, so people might be extra pissy about him just because Barcus is a sweetie, so by consequence Wulbren is the worst for not being nice to him

Another example is Lae'zel. I love her, but how many times have we seen people saying that they hate her or left her in the camp not bothering with learning about her because she's initially very standoffish? Just because she's not friendly enough, she's not hugging you from the get-go and saying niceties, not worshipping the ground you step on immediately? Sure, she can become friendly and even an actual friend to you later, but that's not supposed to be a requirement for someone to be liked

And then we have The Emperor. Manipulation and ommission of information is not a friendly thing to do, so automatically evil, how dare he! Except that... He's not your friend and he doesn't (initially) want to be, he's an ally by necessity (and let's be honest, every companion there is working together just by necessity. For example: Pre-tadpole Wyll and Astarion would probably have killed each other in different circumstances) and he's interested in your success in the mission, nothing more or less. And let's be honest, considering that he didn't even want to be in this situation in the first place, he's actually very friendly and nice to you, manipulations aside... Manipulations by the way to make you save the world/yourself, which you'd have wanted to do anyway he just helped point you in the right way and guide you to get there faster

But in the end you can genuinely have a friendship with him, it's just that people disregard his feelings because of some sort of idealized idea of friendship where you must be huggy huggy and message each other daily. I am great friends with someone with whom I haven't talked to in like 3-4 months... Does that mean we're not good friends? We don't message each other enough? To me The Emperor would be this kind of friend and that's okay, you'll visit him like once or twice a year, have some conversation and then leave, maybe write letters every now and then, you both value each other's life and that's it, friendship acquired

This accidentally became a post about how his feelings are genuine >:c He doesn't strike me as the "master manipulator" like haters make him out to be, The Emperor is a business nerd with zero social skills who needs therapy and my Tav can fix him, I sincerely believe that if you've been friendly to him the whole game he is genuine when at the end of the game he says he'll miss you... You're one of the only non-illithid to have not treated him like shit and didn't betray him and chose someone else's life over his when you had the chance, you accepted him for what he is and was nice/professional about it. And if you've become a Mind Flayer then obviously he's elated that he's gonna have a buddy to talk to, someone of his own new race who would understand him the best in a way others wouldn't

Okay rambling over, feel free to continue scrolling Tumblr uwu

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 the emperor #bg3 spoilers #bg3 discussion #bludermaus

[dangthatscrayz]

Due to being held at gunpoint by the slay the princess fandom and voices in my head:

I guess it’s finally time for someone to write slay the princess x reader fanfiction headcannons (I haven’t done this stuff before but It is criminal how there’s only 1 on this platform)((my one true fear is somehow the creators see this because they have tumblr))

BTW: for this one the hc are for a voice inside the LQ head reader (if requested I’ll do different readers and other characters in slay the princess)

Characters for this one: voice of the stubborn, The narrator, voice of the smitten

Cw: the voice of the stubborn has to be a cw, possible ooc, slay the princess spoilers ofc, poly vibes going on for smitten and stubborn

Alright. First up is the voice of the Stubborn:

Platonic:

-Why? Jk jk I can’t talk on concerning choices when I’m a vot broken fan

-I don’t think he would talk much to you but like if you indulge ing want to fight the princess I picture you two being great friends

-I have a image in my head of this scenario if you indulge the “I wanna fight tendencies”

“See? They agree with me, the princess agree’s with me why can’t we just fight her like we are ment to?”

And Ig the reader hyping them up after this idk this is just headcannons

Romantic:

-yet again WHY? Jk jk

-the stubborns voice is hot

-well if all there voices are hot cus they are all voices by the same guy

-idk when the route ends and you both are in the flood of the shifting mound maybe you, him and the adversary could have the most violent polycule to exist

-the stubborn doesn’t strike me as the romantic type (for obvious reasons)

-but I do 100% believe he gets all cheesy fighting cmon man did you hear how he was talking abt fighting the adversary

-felt like he wanted to take her in a fight in both ways

-he would absolutely be similar to that with you

-maybe if your ok with ooc enough you can pretend he will be nicer or something

-if this was a tangible reality I think he would be the kind of person to grab stuff that makes them think of there s/o and not really talk all that romance

The narrator:

Platonic:

-why the narrator? Idk it’s not like anyone else is gonna do it

-I’m sires there’s the 4 narrator simps out there who are starved for food

-if your on-board with slaying the princess I’m sure he will like you if you aren’t annoying

-maybe if your one of the few sane individuals he would probably say something like

“Why can’t you all be like them?” If the other voices are being too annoying

Romantic:

-why?

-your man won’t even remember you whenever the LQ dies

-if you choose to go that route with the narrator idk man

-I don’t see him being very romantic ether

-I see him saying something like

“We can worry about that after the world is saved”

-gl your cooked

-if the princess does die for good ig you can all sit and enjoy eternity together

-if you get bored I guess I see him doing something like telling a story to pass infinite time or something

-I have a vivid image of the LQ in purgatory forever and just you marrying the narrator or something

-why did I choose this one I genuinely have no idea who wants this

-whatever it’s ok

-at least I’m 99.9 percent sure he wouldn’t be totally heartless. He says many times how he doesn’t like how romantic the smitten gets but that’s because it’s to the world ending princess

-feel like he would do some random bird things like nest if he was tangible

-no bed for you

Voice of the smitten because this is what everyone is probably looking for

Platonic:

-You and him will get along if you both want to save the princess

-the narrator will probably be annoyed at you two talking about her

-if you indulge the smitten’s tendencies it just gets worse

-he will get more romantic and sappy and peotic

-you can’t stop him

Romantic:

-he will not shut up

-the narrator is in tears

-he will be every more sappy and romantic

-now that one of the two of his loves can hear him you will not hear the end of how much he loves you

-he will go off on a tangent mid narrator narration to explain the Mariana Trench level love he has for you

-and the princess

-you thought he wouldn’t shut up in the real game?

-we won’t ever shut up now that your here

- if you tell him to shut up he will do so gladly

-even if you do it rudely

-you can do no wrong in his eyes unless you try to slay the princess

There here is some sustenance I genuinely was pulling stuff out my ass cus I do not have any spesific requests for anything rn.

Id I was a bit ooc sorry I do not write fanfiction or these headcannons.(at least I don’t post them for fear of being cringe)

But if anyone wants to slide into my inbox or comments with suggestions I will not deny any of it (unless it’s nsfw I’m sorry I can’t do that, I think I’m on the ace spectrum somewhere)((romance and sex are hard man))

#this is what you wanted #release my family pls #slay the princess #stp #slay the princess x reader #stp narrator x reader #stp smitten x reader #voice of the smitten x reader #stp stubborn x reader #voice of the stubborn x reader