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gatitties · 1 year

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Not that bad

─Tenjiku x fem!reader

─Summary: you were choking on your own thoughts, luckily a gang of idiots come to save you from yourself

─Warnings: mention of ways of dying, some dark thoughts about life¿

Part one / Part two / Part three

Saturday, penultimate day of the week, if someone ask you, your favorite day, a Saturday for you is the best combination of procrastinating and enjoying solitude without anyone being able to say anything to you, your parents have the night shift at their jobs so you can stay up all night, but unfortunately you're responsible enough not to break your sleep schedule when you have highschool the following week, at least most of the time you didn't.

In the not so distant past you would cry asking your parents not to leave you alone at night, right now, you prepare everything for them and throw them out of the house so they don't arrive late, you love them very much, but you appreciate the alone time you have for yourself, meditation time, self-care time and time to do embarrassing things without anyone being able to see you.

So like another one of your Saturdays, you brushed off all the to-dos on your list, lying on your bed as you selected that playlist of the same seven songs you'd been obsessed with lately, you turned your mind off to auto mode, you closed your eyes moving your head slightly to the music, from time to time humming the melody or lyrics of the songs.

Although all this had a negative side, you tended to overthink past and future situations about your life, having the most existential conversations of your life with yourself, but you could not keep forever how overwhelmed you felt when thinking about certain aspects of life.

Were you weird? You had never felt any kind of desire with another person beyond a simple friendship, you were not that great with public relations in person and you felt like the black sheep in every possible area, this line of thoughts introduced you to another, what were your qualities as a person? You never felt actively attracted to any hobbies, you had practiced many things, nothing seemed to be your specialty to stand out so you just accepted your commonness, you didn't feel bad about it either, more for not achieving that ambition to become better at a certain hobby.

You began to take your thoughts further, embracing your apathy towards life and its supposed achievements, why were you here? You don't have any goals in your life and you never cared about marking small achievements, everything at a certain point became monotonous at some point in your life that you can't remember, as if you live in a gray world that sometimes has tints of color thanks to certain situations or people generating serotonin.

The music from your headphones began to drown out until you pushed it away in the back of your mind to give way to your thoughts in a more intense way, you could detect that it was better to stop with the train of thoughts about life and death if you didn't want to have to pay more psychologists, luckily, someone did you the favor of getting you out of your dissociative state.

Some persistent knocking made you jump up, you frowned checking the hour, it was quite late at night, late enough that no neighbors came to ask for some spice or something like that. You tiptoed over, clicking your tongue as you heard the pounding on the door not stop, grabbed the bat hidden in the cleaning room and headed for the door.

You wanted to look through the peephole but that person seemed to have covered the vision with the palm of their hand, you raised the bat, letting it rest on your shoulder, quickly moving through the contacts of your mobile leaving your father's number at a touch.

"Get out of here! I'm armed, I'll call the police if you don't leave my property."

"I expected something more threatening and related to death being you."

"What the…?"

You rubbed the bridge of your nose at the voice, you undid the locks on the door with a frown, you tossed the bat aside, crossing your arms at the small group of guys standing there with shit-eating grins on their faces.

"Good night!"

"No good night or shit, may I know, what are you doing at the door of my house at two in the morning? I thought you were thieves although there is not much difference…"

"That is offensive, honey, we are much better than simple thieves."

"Fuck you Hanma," you kicked his butt with your foot as he walked past to enter your house "and the next time you call me honey you'll end up in a barrel full of acid in the middle of the ocean with rocks in your intestines."

"Ah, there are the normal threats."

You rolled your eyes at Izana's words, who settled on your sofa just like Kakucho, the Haitani brothers, Hanma and Kokonoi, occupied every possible free space so you had to sit on the individual chair. You looked at them with a raised eyebrow hoping for a good answer for their strange visit, Ran being the one who answered you with a wink.

"We came to visit you because we knew that you missed us since the last time we saw each other, I know it has been hard to be without me, don't worry."

You nodded with a blank expression, pretending to grab a notebook and point in it with full concentration, writing in the air with your imaginary pen.

"Okay, that's officially on the 'I don't give a shit' list, what worries me the most is how you know I was alone today."

"Oh, you mentioned it in the group chat once."

You sighed listening to Izana, of course you would have commented something, you should stop sharing data like this so easily, although you already had a degree of trust in these guys so it would be fine for now, however you still wanted to know why they were here so late, you asked again but only received vague answers from Rin and Hanma who seemed to mock you while their leader just watched the exchange amused.

"Today's meeting ended late and your house was the closest point of rest."

"Thanks Kokonoi, thank goodness that two of you are not complete idiots."

"Wait, two?"

You smiled when Izana narrowed his eyes at your words, everyone looked at each other and in just a second they started throwing out reasons why or who was the second best on your list, Kokonoi smiled with pride at being above the others in your rank of preference without needing to fight with the commoners of their friends.

All your pessimistic thoughts were overshadowed by the murmurs of discussion between the boys, well, sometimes you enjoyed creating a bit of chaos between them, despite the fact that it was all for the simple joke of knowing who was your favorite, they had insisted so much on knowing and you refused to say.

Unintentionally your little smile became wider, ending in a laugh because they started to say the most absurd things like that your favorite was Hanma because he was the one you threatened the most, or that Rin was above the others for being the adorable little brother of the Haitani, or that Izana should be in your top 1 just for being the leader.

"Well, this is not something we see every day."

Ran smiled genuinely as you choked on your own saliva, trying not to die as you coughed desperately because you laughed too hard at them and karma had to hit you back somehow, all talk stopped when they heard you laugh, admiring you. Even though you weren't exactly attractive when you had a fit of giggles, they felt special to be able to share this little moment with you, because they've never seen you so stupidly happy about their nonsense.

The subject was forgotten when Kokonoi commented something about the gangs, some things that you didn't fully understand, but you didn't care much, since sometimes you prefer to be a spectator in the talks more than anything, the fact is that you completely raved of the main discussion and just started bringing up other random topics of conversation for the rest of the night.

They all had to leave at some point because they couldn't just stay until dawn at your place, even though before you closed the door, after you'd said goodbye, you took a deep breath, a sly smile on your face.

"By the way, the other one was Kakucho."

"Wha- but he barely spoke!"

"Kaku!?"

"It seems that someone is quietly making advances, very cunning…"

You slammed the door, stifling more complaints towards your friend, you laughed when you heard Kaku's defense attempt, but at least you hadn't lied to them, for the moment he was one of the ones you appreciated the most as a friend just like Koko as much as you liked to joke around with the other idiots, you also appreciated the quiet.

You sighed going back to the beginning of everything, lying on your bed with the music at a considerable volume while thoughts flood your mind, only this time, they took on a different hue, maybe life is not as bad as you think despite not having a purpose, after all, you are also proud to be next to your loved ones and see them grow.

#tenjiku #tenjiku x reader #reader insert #fem reader #tokyo revenger x reader #tokyo revengers #Izana #Kakucho #x reader #Kokonoi #Ran haitani #Rin haitani #haitani x reader #one shot #sfw

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ciaossu-imagines · 9 days

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For day 16 of the event, I used the word ‘yellow’ for some of the Karasuno High team members from Haikyuu!! Another new fandom I’m writing for on here, I hope I managed to keep the headcanons in character for each member and that any fan of the series enjoy 😊

If you could have any view from your bedroom window, what would you choose?

Daichi honestly finds something really inspiring about a busy cityscape – the hustle and bustle of it all, the energy of the crowds, there always being someone out no matter the hour…it’s all kind of intoxicating to him and he’d love a view of such a cityscape, especially at night when everything’s all lit up like miniature stars.

What’s your favourite thing to do on a sunny day?

Sugawara obviously enjoys playing sports, especially volleyball, outside during nice and sunny weather. He’s also kind of partial to kick the can, for playground games. If those things aren’t readily available to him, he does prefer to spend as much time outdoors in whatever way he can, whether it be long walks or even just sitting in a park and drifting off into his thoughts.

What do you consider lucky?

Asahi kept the dog tag from his childhood dog’s collar. At first, it was just to have a memento of his beloved pet after the dog crossed the rainbow bridge. However, it became something more than that over the years. Asahi believes that as long as he still owns and can see that dog tag, even just once every couple days, his beloved friend and dog is watching over him and bringing him happy days and a bright future.

What made you smile today?

Back in high school, it was definitely his teammates and friends who brought smiles to Nishinoya’s face every day. When he leaves school to travel, he smiles a lot, almost all the time because he is enjoying himself, but the smiles feel less intense. Alongside those guys, sometimes he smiled so much it hurt, smiled so much that he couldn’t help but laugh. He enjoys his life travelling, but there’s no smiles like those ones anymore.

What makes you happy?

Well, it’s pretty well shown in canon that being called senpai makes Tanaka really happy! It’s also pretty obvious that volleyball makes him happy. It’s not just teamwork and camaraderie. It’s not just the joy of winning, either, though that of course makes anyone happy. It’s the fun of getting to move, the thrill and adrenaline of competition, the effort of trying his best that all makes the sport very happiness inducing for Tanaka. I also do headcanon him as someone who finds joy from really good food, especially anything homemade. Seriously, anyone making a meal, just for him, is sure to bring about the serotonin for this man.

#unrequested prompts #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #headcanons #karasuno #ryuunosuke tanaka #yu nishinoya #asahi azumane #sugawara koushi #daichi sawamura

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greycaelum · 2 years

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Painter Reader

[Gentle Affection Collections]

Request: 26 & 28 [ List is Here ]

squishing their cheeks, wiping away/her tears

Notes & Warning: fluff; Word Count: 2.2k

For the amazing artist who kept feeding me all the KnY arts of the Gojo Munchkins, thank you so much for simply blessing me with serotonin with your beautiful arts. I hope you enjoy this one! Thank you for joining! —Grey,

Ocean Eyes

Satoru is not a stranger to playing with your adorable cheeks. That's all he thinks whenever he plans his shenanigans just to see you pout. He's not foreign to your tears too, tears of joy, the painful ones from your frustrations, or those pretty cries you make while writhing underneath him in heights of passion. Little do you know that he badly wishes to be the one who will wipe those tears away and hug you when things gets tough.

Right now he stares as you unveil your art exhibit. He told you he's coming back tomorrow from an overseas mission, but really he just wants you to focus on today's event. And also it's a part of his plan...

"Take off your shirt Satoru." You frowned.

"Woah! I didn't know my sweetie pie would have this kink." He gestured to the wide-open beach and himself. "Really? Are you gonna share ME with all these people? Yadda! Yadda!" Satoru squealed and giggled.

"... Are you gonna help me or what?" An irk mark formed on your temples.

"I just have to get in the water, right? Piece of cake, even if you need me to swim the Pacific Ocean; I, your boyfriend will dare the w—amph"

You stuff his mouth with your half-eaten sandwich and push him to the edge of the sand and sea. Satoru sighed and took off his shirt revealing his glorious well-toned body.

He always wear shirts that covers his body in public, however in the confines of your home? A topless Satoru complaining about heat always grace your eyes with his rippling muscles. He glances at you and winks. "Like what you're seeing?" He runs back to you and cups your face. "Kiss me first, then I'll model for you." Satoru grins, lips hovering over yours, his nose rubs the bridge of yours eliciting butterflies in your stomach and heat pooling in your belly that you can only pout and desperately hide your flaming cheeks.

This man! Does he know the severity of his impact on your sanity? Surely no. Because if yes, he will only add more until you melt like putty in his hands. You shrug off the eyes of bystanders despite your internal self dying from embarrassment with Satoru and his public display of affection.

Standing on your tiptoes your lips touch over Satoru's cold and soft ones, a fleeting touch of your lips and you nudge his cheeks with your nose.

"Hurry up, we're gonna lose the golden hour 'Toru!" You readied the camera. But Satoru's lips stretch so wide, leaning in for another quick one before entering the sea.

"Tough love. Hey! My talent fee is not just this sandwich right?!" He waded into the water until it reach his waist. Behind him, the sun is kissing the horizon. "I'm the best model you could get out there and you give me, just this sandwich? Sucks to be a model, bleh!" He complained but got into position. Half of his body submerged in the sea and the other half of his perfectly sculpted natural muscles, every bulge from his pectorals down to the lines of his abs outlining the ridges of Satoru's Adonis belt, well defined and dripping with the seawater...

"Do you know that sudden feeling of seeing the ocean and having the urge to swim to the ends of the world? Forgetting all your worries and disappearing forever?" His blue eyes stared intensely at you. Beautiful ocean eyes take you in with those enigmatic hues of blue and the fading light of the sun reflected on the opaque waters. "I don't have that urge." He held his hands up in surrender and splash the water on your face and ran away, laughing his hearts out.

What the fuck?!

"Satoru come back here? Jerk!"

He watches you pull off the cloth on the main piece. The spectators stood in awe before that canvas. A beautiful man with such profound and mysterious blue eyes, behind is the sun sinking into the sea.

"Ocean Eyes..." You murmured the name of the piece with a proud smile on your face as your spectators are in a trance of the beauty and realism of the art.

Blue has always been a pensive color for you. It represents the melancholy of sadness and at the same time freedom. Whenever your lover takes off his blindfold and lets you gaze into the depth of his beautiful ocean eyes, you find yourself stuck staring and completely mystified how Satoru's eyes could hold so much of the world beyond your reach.

"Is there a reason why your artworks emphasize the ocean and sky?" One of the curators asked.

You just smiled and casually answered, "There's just something about the sky and ocean that screams the idea of limitless, and the man in this painting made me feel that way every time I stare into his ocean eyes."

The exhibit was a success. All of your pieces were bought... You read over the list of the orders, making sure you got everything right.

The months it took you to finish all these big and small canvases, mixing the paint and taking the paintbrushes. You're delighted to know about the profit, I mean who wouldn't be? That's the payoff of your hard work. But somehow you can't help but feel empty...

Perhaps you're simply sentimental and value your works so much that it's sad to think tonight will also be the last night you can feel and gaze at them freely...

Particularly on your most favorite. Ocean Eyes... Satoru. You are not adamant about selling the painting. Until now, you're still torn if you'll accept the offer.

You fumbled in your pocket and read the message of the one who wants to buy the art.

Name your price...

"Baby!" A voice full of joviality echoed in the showroom. Satoru walks in with a wide smile on his face, holding a bouquet of... Snacks. Lollipops and cotton candy in a wrapper sticking out forming a bouquet.

The heaviness in your heart grew deeper. To be selfish even in just this one won't be that bad right? You wanna keep that artwork. Badly. You poured your heart and soul on that thing, and there's Satoru in it.

Call it possessiveness or whatever but the more you think about it, you can't bear thinking of any stranger eyeing Satoru.

"'Toru..." You opened your tired arms and Satoru knew the drill. Setting aside the bouquet, he opened his arms and envelope you in his familiar and comfortable embrace. His strong arms hoisted your tired body and lift you to sit on the nearby table. Instinctively, your arms snaked around his waist and buried your face into the crook of your boyfriend's neck, taking in the woody musk and his natural cool masculine scent that immediately calms you down.

"There, there. Was anyone mean to my Baby?" He cooed and cup your cheeks in his large palms. "Why are you pouting? Are you hungry?" Insensitive he is at many things but Satoru can pride himself in being observant, especially with you.

"I don't pout when I'm hungry." You scoffed at his stupid guess.

"I beg your pardon?" Satoru rolls his eyes at your remark. He knows how cranky you are when your tummy is empty. He hums and with his thumb and forefinger pinch and squish your cheeks. "Yes you are, my little brat."

He kneaded and squish the apple of your cheeks, amused at how soft and adorable you can get, so much that he wanna bites you!

"'Shaoru nooo! Swaph!" Your words became muffled as you tried breaking free from his fingers but Satoru has another thing in mind.

"What's wrong? I'm not letting go until you tell me." He stuck his tongue childishly and kept a firm hold on your cheeks. Stretching and kneading your cheeks like a mochi until they are now like the cheeks of a blushing maiden.

"That's my pretty girl right there."

"I'm not pretty anymore! It hurts!" You accused with tearful eyes, cupping your aching cheeks

Satoru just chuckled and gently cupped your cheeks over your hands, delicately brushing the underside of your eyes.

"What's wrong Baby? It's either you tell me or gonna tell me?"

Where is the justice in those options? Your shoulders slumped and motioned him to hug you.

"I don't wanna sell the painting I have with you..." Came out like a whisper as you bury your head into his chest.

"Well, you don't have to." He sighed, stroking your head.

"But I need the money." Yeah... you need it. Rents to pay, bills to be due... This is not a fairy tale where it's a happy ever after when you pursue what your heart is passionate about you got to put your effort and sacrifices to make it work.

"You have me." Satoru comically points out. Your hand weakly punches him and Satoru groans in amusement. Too bad he didn't bring his black card with him today. But you're not that kind of woman. "You know what Baby, I can model for you again. I know you can make better ones. You're a great artist, believe in that."

The next day you watch your artworks being carefully moved out of the showroom to be shipped and delivered to their distinctive new owners.

"And that's it?" you asked Ruka, your assistant, the two of you glanced in the showroom with nothing more left.

"I already listed everything Y/n-san, you can check about the sales and expenses." After you two settled everything you're finally done for today.

After much deliberation last night with Satoru, you came to the conclusion that it's okay to sell it. Satoru believed you can do better and supported your decision as well. The price, however? Satoru suggested at least a million.

Name your price... The buyer said and Satoru took that to heart talking about the market value of his face and etc.

¥2,500,000.00

Sold... You were secretly hoping the buyer would back off but it was a piece of cake and the payment was wired into your account without hassle.

Time to start a new project, it seems. You opened the door to your home. Plopping yourself on the sofa to soak in the much-needed thinking time. Still a bit sad about the painting but you understand it's for the best at this time.

"Hey, you're home! How was it?" Satoru sauntered into the living room, fresh out of the shower. The idiot dropped himself on top of your resting body, basically crushing you with his weight,

"Done, tired..."

"I cleaned your art room." He whispers and kisses the back of your neck. "Praise me, quick!"

You weakly chuckled at his lame attempt of childish way to grab your attention. But hey it works... pretty effective too.

"Thank you 'Toru, you're the best." You reach out and brought the back of his palm to your lips, kissing it with heartfelt thanks.

Satoru's lips stretch at those words. Yes, he is. He comes down of your body and lifts you up in his arms. "I'll show you how a good boyfriend I've been."

"I'm tiredddddd!" You whined but wraps your arms around his neck, letting him carry you like a princess across the room.

"I knew you were sneaking behind my back at midnights to come down here and paint." Satoru starts and your spine stiffened. You knew how much of a light sleeper he is put you thought he never noticed it. "I also know your arms go numb and those stiff necks after painting for hours. How sore do you get after working." He asks you to open the doorknob to your art room and he pushes it with his foot.

"So I hope you won't make me sleep on the sofa for doing this to you." He walks in and turns to the right.

A painting hung on the wall, right exactly where you hung it after you completed painting the canvas.

You don't know how to express the emotions when you saw the painting right in front of you. A silent whimper and whine left your constricted throat as you bury your face in your hands and hide in Satoru's neck.

"Why did you do this to me?" You sniffled between muffled sobs and small laughs. "You're bad." What sane boyfriend would make his lady agonize over her being sold work only to buy it behind her back and present it as a gift? "Ahhhh..." You cried and breathe in but the smile on your lips is palpable, glaring at Satoru with indicting eyes and yet you cannot hide the happiness bubbling inside you..

Satoru laughs, he sets you down and pried your hands away from your face.

"Hey, why are you crying?" He tried to suppress his laughs as he watches your watering eyes leak down tears on your cheeks. You're pouting and crying but your eyes swim in delight. "You like it?" Satoru gathers the beads of moisture rolling down your face with his thumb. Wiping your tears away, knowing that deep in his heart you may be crying because of him, but he can mend and make it up to you more than you can imagine.

You nod while laughing in your sobs. "'Toru! You don't make your girlfriend cry overnight and make her cry again in daylight." You held his wrist and feel the edges of his fingertips wipe away the last of your tears. "Why? You're so bad." You pouted and look at him for answers.

"Why?" Satoru chuckled and wipe the tears away so you can see him clearer. "Coz you're the only person allowed to admire my body... The only person I want to look at with my ocean eyes..."

—GreyCaelum

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omega-genshin · 2 years

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omg omega thoma hcs would be so nice he's the perfect malewife afterall

yesyes malewife supremecy 😩🙏. i actually just played his hangout events (*cough* totally not for freemogems *cough*) so i've definitely thought about him a lot.

so here are the hcs for everyone's favorite malewife!

also holy shit i haven't touched this blog in a while i am so sorry-

Nesting

• Thoma has a very tidy nest. If it isn't perfectly clean, it will definitely bother him.

• Thoma's nest consists of a few blankets and a lot of stuffed animals. Most of which he actually made himself!

• If he finds an injured animal, Thoma will take it back to his nest to rest up and recover. Once it's recovered, he'll release it back into the wild and come back to feed it every so often.

• Thoma is really open to letting other people into his nest with him. He just makes sure to mention that he can and will get really clingy and cuddly while in his nest.

• In his third trimester, it is absolutely not uncommon for Thoma to just cuddle up in his nest at night, since it is so much more comfortable that laying flat in his bed.

Pups

• Thoma had always wanted to have a family, so you can imagine how absolutely ecstatic he was when he found out he was pregnant! He doesn't even wait to tell his alpha and the Kamisato siblings after he finds out.

• Thoma cries over every "big moment" with his baby. Finding out, he cries. Telling the Kamisato siblings, you bet he's hugging both of them in tears. Holding his baby for the first time, he's butterfly kissing her beautiful face with tears all over his own. Don't worry—they're all happy tears!

• While strangers and more distant friends and acquaintances touching him annoys the everliving hell out of him, close friends and loved ones touching his bump gives Thoma an immeasurable amount of serotonin.

• When his nesting instinct kicks in, it kicks in strong. Being a housekeeper definitely does not help with this. This man is cleaning his area of the house and cooking meals at 2am in preparation for being unable to do so after the baby comes.

• Thoma works until the moment he goes into labor, (which is already pretty overdue), and Ayaka has to force him to lay down after his contractions start to get too intense for him (as much as Thoma insists that he's fine). Poor thing is in labor for about 18 hours.

• Thoma ends up with a healthy little girl and he just instantly falls in love the moment she's handed to him. He knows that she's his and he would defend her with his life if he had to. He immediately forms a really close bond with his daughter and did i mention teARS-

• They grow up really close! Thoma's a natural parent and he tries to pass on his ideals from his childhood to his daughter. That, and his Mondstadter heritage.

• The kid also loves her Auntie Ayaka and Uncle Ayato. She likes to play with Ayaka and Ayato lets her hang out in his room while he works.

Heat

•Thoma likes to cuddle a lot during his heat. Definitely kinda clingy.

• The only people he's really comfortable with during this time are the Traveler and the Kamisato siblings. He won't push others away, but he most certainly will show signs of discomfort when others around.

• Luckily, heats are fairly mild for Thoma. Of course, he feels a little crappy, but it isn't too debilitating.

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and that's about all i could think of. sorry this was really overdue, again i kinda forgot about this blog hghhfs 😶

#genshin impact #omegaverse #thoma #genshin headcanons

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jaehyunzzmilk · 3 years

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make a wish

pairing: johnjae x reader (incubus angels)

word count: 2.1 k

genre: smut

summary: imagine johnny and jaehyun appearing in your room to satisfy your sexual dreams

notes: hey angels, as promised I'm uploading the first part of this fic I've always wanted to write, first chapter has to be with johnny and why not add my other bias, god gave us two holes for a reason lol next parts will be with other nct members but omg I got so horny while writing this, hope you like it, leave a feedback if you like

warnings: threesome, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex, double penetration, spanking, biting, choking, cum play, anal (female receiving)

"Make A Wish"

You're searching for some books at the occultism part at the library, you're not exactly sure what you're looking for, you just hope to find some answers for the dreams you're having. It was always the same dreams, well not the same story every time but it was always with the same men and at the same place, since you could remember. "Aren't people supposed to have different dreams?"

But the funny thing is, you're not afraid, the dreams are not nightmares, you actually like the feeling. There are these beautiful men, you think they are angels, always the same ones, there's something about them, when they appear in your dreams you get a level of serotonin you don't need anything else, you can feel them touching you, it's like you loved them.

You were almost obsessed with it, to a level where you spent most of your time sleeping trying to dream about it again. Of course you couldn't tell them to any therapist or friend because they would say you were insane, so you decided to do your own research.

While searching over the bookshelves, a word grabs your attention "Incubus".

'These demons crave sex and often attack their victims while they sleep.' You've heard about this before. While reading that quote a flash went through your brain of one of them fucking you, you couldn't remember which one was it, but the fact that you had a better feeling of orgasm from a dream that your real life was exciting. Maybe that was the reason you wanted to dream about it again.

Do you know that feeling when you wake up from a dream and don't remember about it at all? But you know you had the dream, and who it was with. That's how you feel about the demons or angels from your dreams. But the only thing you're sure it's you have to find a way to extend the feelings, enjoy them and ironically be conscious. You want to remember their faces, to talk to them, to fully feel them.

When you get home you prepare tea to start reading your book, you don't want to drink coffee because you want to sleep easily. Reading through the pages you learn that since the old days people experience dreams like the ones you do, for some people it might feel like nightmares, sleep paralysis and some even feel pain, it can last years. Then you learn something called lucid dream, that basically you can have control over your actions. You just wanted to see them again.

Can you induce a lucid dream? You were going to try it. There's a lot of ways to lucid dreaming, a lot of them involved setting up an alarm after you're in an REM phase of your sleep, which is the deepest level of sleep, then staying up for 30 minutes and getting back to sleep again. It was too much work, you were gonna try the easiest way.

Hours later, after reading the book and googling everything about lucid dreaming, you lay down on your bed and you try to remember some of your old dreams, that's what one of the articles says. You try hard to remember details, things you normally don't remember like the smell, the noises, the colour of the walls… And you repeat to yourself "I will dream about them tonight, I will remember my dream"

After about 30 minutes you're impatient, you can't stand to stay still anymore, you try everything but can't fall asleep. You open your eyes and stare at the ceiling then you grab your phone.

[1:00 am]

"- I love when she uses that silk night dress" A voice from the corner of the room says.

"- Look how perfect she is waiting for us!" Another voice says.

The two tall men walk towards your bed. They are tall and beautiful. They wear silk white clothes and have a skin that looks like porcelain.

Did it work? Were you dreaming?

"Are you angels?" You ask and sit down on your bed.

Both of them look at each other and laugh, they are sitting at the tip of the bed now.

"- You're the only angel here princess" The guy on the right says.

They come closer to you.

"- You were waiting for us, right? Did you miss us?"

"Ye-Yes but… Who are you? Can I know your names?" You say afraid you're going to wake up and they will disappear.

"- It's ok princess, we're not going anywhere! My name is Johnny" - He says passing his fingers through your hair.

"- I'm Jaehyun!" He lays on your side.

Gosh, how could they be so beautiful? It seems that you're in control of your actions now. You suddenly get shy and don't know what to do. If it's a dream then why does it feel so real?

"- You called us, right princess? Don't be shy" Jaehyun says and moves his hands up your tights, your whole body shivers with goosebumps.

"- Just relax angel, we'll take care of you, that's why we're here" Johnny says while kissing your neck.

Jaehyun moves his hand up and touches your core with the tip of his fingers.

"- Look Johnny, she's not wearing any panties! She was begging for us to come"

You moan while Jaehyun kisses the other side of your neck. Johnny takes off the shoulder strap from your night dress exposing one of your breasts and he goes down giving wet kisses on your nipple. Jaehyun moves your chin to his direction and kisses you, soft but intense.

"- Tell us what you want princess! Make a wish!" Johnny says, kissing your collarbones and grabbing your boob with his hand.

"I want you, both, all night"

Now Johnny kisses you, and Jaehyun starts to finger you slowly.

"- You have us, wish conceived!" Jaehyun says while taking off your night dress.

"- You're perfect!" Johnny passes his hands through your body and takes off his clothes. He kisses you again and sucks your bottom lip.

When Jaehyun's mouth makes contact with your clit you moan in Johnny's lip. You reach out to Johnny's length and start to move your hands up and down, spreading the precum from the tip to his base. Johnny comes back to sucking your nipple while Jaehyun is eating you out.

"- I want that pretty little mouth around my cock" Johnny says, grabbing your face to his cock. He pushes his length all the way into your mouth making you gag, saliva leaking from the corners of your mouth while you moan and take him all in. Holding your neck with one hand Johnny finds a way to reach your clit with his free hand while Jaehyun is devouring your pussy. Jaehyun's twitching back muscles looked so beautiful with his head between your legs and Johnny making sure he was also pleasuring you while you sucked him.

"- Such a good girl, does it feel good having both of us all for you?" Johnny says, pressing his finger harder on your clit. You pull out Johnny's length from your mouth for a second so you can breathe, your back arches and whole body tense because of how close you are. You give a loud moan when Johnny taps your clit and kisses you again.

"- Are you gonna cum on Jaehyun's mouth angel?" He bites your lower lip.

"Yes... Yes, I'm coming!" You scream in pleasure.

After recovering from your high Jaehyun bites your inner thigh and comes up to kiss you. "Look at how sweet you taste" Jaehyun gives you a deep kiss and Johnny collects your juices with his fingers and puts it in his mouth to also taste you. "- So wet for us!" Johnny says, his eyes get darker and he grabs your neck and kiss it from behind. Johnny grabs your hips and pulls down on his lap, he teases you brushing his cock on your ass.

"- Bend over for me!" Johnny says. You obey and get on all fours, looking up to see Jaehyun's smirking at you. Johnny gives a slap on your ass and you moan in surprise, getting even more wet.

"- Look at me "Jaehyun positions himself in front of your mouth and grabs your neck hard while Johnny enters your pussy with one deep thrust. He fucks you hard and deep while Jaehyun chokes you.

You reach for Jaehyun's dick hard on his stomach and take him in your mouth. You pick up a rhythm, tears coming out of your face from being stuffed with both of their dicks, room filled with the obscene noises of moans and skin slapping. Jaehyun moves his hips deep in your throat making you gag and choke and each one of your moans sends vibrations making him twitch. Jaehyun pulls out for a moment just to tease his tip on your lips, then you deepthroat him again. Johnny's thrusts are getting faster, making you moan into Jaehyn's cock, Johnny is moaning hard as well. "- I'm gonna cum" He digs his nails into your hips and comes hard inside you. At the same time Jaehyun removes himself from your mouth and grabs his dick in his hands "- Me too" he says. With no warning Jaehyun releases into your face making a mess, splashes of cum all over your face. Johnny is still inside you, he pulls your chest against his, holding your boob with your hand and your neck with the other. "- Look at the mess Jaehyun did to your pretty face, you like that don't you?" You push down in his cock and start moving your hips in circle motions "- You're so dirty, are you gonna come for us one more time?" Johnny asks. Johnny holding your weight on him, Jaehyun puts his fingers on your lower ab. "You look so good with Johnny's cook deep in your pussy" Jaehyun teases you while you keep thrusting on Johnny, he puts his hand in your belly, right where Johnny's dick is, then lowers to your clit. "- Cum for us one more time" Jaehyun says. You cum on Johnny's dick, legs shaking and you relapse on your bed.

Johnny and Jaehyun lay on your sides, Jaehyun is facing you and Johnny is behind. Johnny pulls your hair exposing the back of your neck giving you a kiss. "- Are you ready for round 2?" Jaehyun asks, kissing you. He lifts one of your legs, giving an easy access to your core, he teases your pussy lips with his tip, you whine wanting more. Johnny takes the leaking cum from your core to your butt hole, inserting a finger carefully to stretch you out. You squirm to reach Johnny's face and kiss him, rolling your hips to feel Jaehyun's dick brushing against your core and Johnny's fingers on your ass. "- Do you want our cocks filling you up? Can you handle that?" Johnny asks. "-Yes, yes please fuck me, I can take it".

Jaehyun stops the teasing and pulls his whole length into you, then pulls slowly out leaving only the tip inside you, he keeps doing that over and over, the overstimulation in your pussy lips is driving you insane, you whine. "- Sorry, I didn't hear you" Johnny says and slides his cock into your ass, you moan even louder than before with every thrust. The new feeling of pleasure consumes your body, two cocks inside your holes filling you up so good. They were being more gentle, the thrusts were slow but deep. Their hands running all over your body.

"- Fuck, how can you be so tight?" Jaehyun moans "You'll be so full with our cum" you drag your nails into his back. You tilt your head back, resting on Johnny's chest.

"Oh God, I can't hold for much longer!" You scream. Your body and mind are going blank with the overstimulation. Johnny and Jaehyun still thrusting into you, deeper and harder. You squirt on Jaehyun's dick so hard and he climaxes right after you. Jaehyun removes from you and Johnny's thrusts gets messier as he grabs your body with more strength as he is closer to his orgasm, with a few more pounds he releases into you groaning.

You breathe heavily trying to recover. "You did so well, my love!" Johnny says kissing you. Jaehyun helps cleaning you up and softly passes his fingers through your body.

"I don't want you to disappear, please stay with me, only with me!" You lay your head on Jaehyun's chest. "- Don't worry my angel, we are only yours!" Jaehyun says. "Promise?" You look at them. "- Yes baby, we promise!"

"I don't want this dream to end" You say and fall asleep in their arms.

"Find us in your daydream" Johnny whispers.

#johnny suh #jeong jaehyun #nct smut #jaehyun smut #johnny smut #johnjae #incubus au #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nctzen #nct 127

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azucarian · 3 years

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ok so back at the request before about the toman's big sis secretly dating ran.. maybe you can write a part two and toman's reactionn ig

hehe thank youuu <33

Since there's already a part 2 regarding Toman's big sister getting married to Ran, part 3 (this part) will be a prequel of sorts - I’ve also made the decision to include Izana and Kakuchou’s big sister meeting her hubby, Wakasa :) Enjoy!

PS; you can find all the previous parts of this mini story on my masterlist (linked below) under headcanons ~

This is the story of how their big sister met the love of her life

Characters - All of Toman, Ran Haitani (ft. Rindou Haitani), Izana Kurokawa, Kakuchou Hitto, Wakasa Imaushi

FEMALE READER

Masterlist

TOMAN BOYS + RAN HAITANI

✰ you both probably met in a pretty... intense way - as toman's big sister it takes a lot to impress you, and, as a haitani, it takes a lot of catch ran's interest

✰ you probably got into a fight and him and rindou, with a sense of duty to "protect" you, stepped in - although they only got to kick a little bit of ass bc our (name) is a girl boss?? duh

✰ ran, right there and then, asks for you number and rindou is just like — "wait wtf, ran you don't know her!"

✰ rindou is even more screamy and confused when you're just like — "yeah sure, why not, you seem interesting"

✰ ran has the biggest grin that day and nothing, not a single mf thing, is gonna bring him down <<33 serotonin filled to the brim

✰ y'all text for like, 4 hours and then go on a late night bike ride date - and, yes, you're driving the motorbike

✰ ran with his arms wrapped around your tummy to stabilise himself?? hell to the fuckin yes - even more good vibes when he rests his chin on your shoulder and laughs so you can feel the vibrations on your back

✰ crazy teens will do crazy teen things and, by the end of the week (and a lot of heart warming dates later) you're both dating

✰ rindou adores you - moreso than he thought he would tbh, goes so soft when you call him "baby haitani" and "lil bro" bc?? you've already accepted him into your life and you genuinely want to be like a big sister to him (it's not like you have other middle/high schoolers to babysit lolol)

✰ you and ran also, with no doubt in my mind, have fight-dates; it’s like fight club, but just for you two, and no one else is a willing participant ✰ RULE NUMBER ONE OF FIGHT CLUB; NO ONE TALKS ABOUT FIGHT CLUB - that’s why the toman boys will have a hard time actually finding out you’re both dating HAHSH

✰ you spend a lot of nights with them because you live alone in some shitty boxed in studio apartment - you end up selling the place and you move in with ran and rindou (the two are so overjoyed like?? i can’t explain the genuine J O Y on these boys faces)

✰ tbh when you both explain how you meet to other people they just look at you with absolute disbelief and literally say “yeah, you two won’t last long - you rushed into it” ✰ yeah suck it mfs, they married in the future <33 die respectfully

✰ do your parents hate him? i mean, graves can’t talk so you don’t know (pls laugh, i’m funny) ✰ he gapes at you when you introduce him to your parents graves - but you tell him it’s okay to laugh, because you wanted to make him laugh and he fuckin’ loses it ✰ tells rindou about it and the kid is pissing himself laughing - becomes his favourite moment of yours ✰ but both of them visit your parents grave and pay their respects every two weeks because they’re adorable <33

✰ your guys’ early relationship is unmatched, it’s crazy but cute and literally unattainable because people like this ARE SO HARD TO COME BY IRL </3

IZANA + KAKUCHOU + WAKASA

✰ okay to begin with, wakasa is a dilf and i take no second opinions (i mainly kin this idea because of a hc i read about dilf wakasa and his gf reader meeting wakasa’s ex-wife - written by @vquacki tysm for feeding me great content)

✰ when you first met him it’s because he had his son, shini, over for the weekend but the 5 year old wandered away from wakasa when he had his back turned - and you just so happened to stumble into the lost toddler

✰ you wait with shini for almost 3 and a half hours before wakasa finds you - the little brat walked nearly 4 blocks and wakasa was freaking out ✰ you recognise him and greet him - because you knew shinichiro as a result of izana, you also knew all the old black dragons members and had a weird friendship with them ✰ when he tells you that the kid you’ve been stuck babysitting for the past 3 and a half hours is his- Ohhhh boy ✰ you definitely lecture him and, although he wants to tell you to stfu, he completely understands why

✰ so yes, you’re the hot step-mom <33 shini didn’t want to leave you and consistently bugged wakasa to invite you over so he could play with you, especially because his mom was picking him up tomorrow ✰ that’s when you realise he’s a part-time single father and you feel a little bad for being hard on him

✰ but he abides by shini’s wishes and invites you over for tea as an apology, and a thank you for looking after his son - and that’s how it all started

✰ this rekindled an odd sense of love in his heart - one he hadn’t felt since he met his ex-girlfriend, shini’s mother ✰ he’s not stupid, he knows he loves you

✰ after a few weeks of talking, he asks to take you out on a date (with shini third wheeling) and y’all go to the zoo ✰ this is the first time that shini called you ‘mama’!

✰ his bio mom was not happy - she picked shini up after the weekend and after shini said “bye mama!” she deadass got so pissed off, accusing you of trying to take her son away etc. ✰ she even threatened to make sure wakasa would never see shini again unless he got you out of his life

✰ heartbroke <//3 ✰ but guess tf what motherfuckers ✰ wakasa and no bitch >:) literally took her to court and everything - now he has full custody over shini after a few things about his mom came to light and they deemed her unfit as his full-time guardian

✰ you guys officially got together after all of this - and you became shini’s full time step mother, and when i tell you kakuchou and izana adore shini <33 it’s so wholesome cri

✰ your guys’ early relationship is really stressful and i think you’d both argue a lot as a result of wakasa’s ex being consistently persistent with hating you - but you guys love each other, and that love never fails to heal small fractures in your relationship

#tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev #wakasa imaushi #ran haitani #rindou haitani #izana kurokawa #kakuchou hitto

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I have not written anything in some time - since I took a break from my writing account, actually (now deleted) - so cut me some slack here. I’m gonna format this in the same way that I did my old fics for that jolt of serotonin. So, if you would be so kind to indulge me, this is how I (niceimafan) would have submitted this work on fandoesfictionwriting:

What War Does || (platonic) Father Figure c!Phil x Teen gn!Reader

A/N: This is my submission for the 100 follower milestone of the lovely @/krabmeat! Krabs (Damien today) is an amazing friend of mine and is quite possibly the best human being in the world. (Go follow him if you haven’t already!)

War struggles paired with the classic familial miscommunication, what could be better as a way for me to get back into writing? This takes place around the time of Doomsday, or the final battle/destruction. Also I can’t remember if Wilbur’s room was still there at the time of Doomsday because I have goldfish memory so pretend it was if it wasn’t.

Requested: No

{Word Count: 1,946}

CW: intense arguing, mentions of war, mentions of death, cursing (up to the f-word), caps, use of godforsaken (I don’t know if people get triggered by that? I’m not religious so I wouldn’t know), very brief mention of spit, less than great relationship with father

This is an xreader fic!

This has been proofread. (skimmed rip I don’t like reading my writing)

- In which Y/N and Phil argue about Y/N and their right to participate in Doomsday. -

Phil works away high in the sky, loading cannons with enough TNT to detonate a nation. He, Techno, and Dream have everything planned out; you know because they did all of the planning right in front of you. Meaning you know everything they are going to do, and you aren’t even allowed to be involved.

You avert your eyes from your father and pick mindlessly at some grass instead, feeling the cold breeze of afternoon cool your flaming temper. For a moment, it appears as though everything might be fine, like you could get over this and let the Big War Men do their thing. But then Phil’s boots appear in front of you, and it’s all ruined again.

“You look miserable,” he says. Phil finishes his sentence with an airy laugh, trying to convey that he’s trying to joke with you. And so you make sure that the gaze you shoot him ensures he understands you do not find him humorous. Phil sighs, taking a seat beside you.

“Look, I understand that you want to help. I do! But I also understand that people with a spirit as strong as yours have risen to unimaginable heights, only to crash back down onto the blade of loss. And I fear that you will be no different.” Phil places his hand on your shoulder. “I just want you to be safe.”

You shrug him off, turning your neck so fast to glare at him it leaves a sharp stinging sensation in your movement’s wake. “Safe? You want me to be safe? No one is safe here, and you know that.”

“Y/N, you know-”

“What, Phil? What do I know? Because according to you, it doesn’t seem like a lot.” You stand after that, stomping off in an attempt to clear your mind, hoping Phil won’t follow you. But, of course, he does.

“Y/N, wait.” He shouts, but he makes no move to speed up or stop you. He simply follows along at a distance, saying nothing else. Probably waiting for you to make the first move. But you refuse, you refuse to let him win this and watch you break again.

And so the two of you walk in silence, you with no destination in mind and Phil’s footsteps echoing yours calmly in the distance. All you can do is follow your feet to wherever they find fit for this argument to play out.

To your amusement, you find yourself in Wilbur’s old room. Where he blew up his dreams for the first time and where Phil took the life of his son. How fitting.

You finally come to a stop, taking a brief moment to collect yourself, before spinning around on your heel to address your father. “Ph- Phil?” It does shock you to find that Phil isn’t there. He’s not standing behind you with a small, comforting smile, or with his eyebrows pinched together in a way that lets you know you’re going to be scolded. Nothing.

“You dress like him, you know.” Phil says from behind you. You whirl around again, reaching for your sword on instinct. Phil stands with his hands clasped behind his back, staring out over the soon-to-be battlegrounds.

“What?” It feels like you’ve lost all air in your lungs. Phil doesn’t just say things like that, especially not to you. And of course you know who he’s talking about; Techno doesn’t wear tattered trench coats and Tommy hasn't adorned ripped up fingerless gloves to protect from burns, to your knowledge. But speaking of Wilbur when referring to another child of his in this room in particular hit you in a place you have not yet built walls in.

“Wilbur. You dress like him.” Phil turns around, and you finally see that his eyes are watering. But he still has that sympathetic smile plastered on his face. “Every day, you remind me of him. And in doing so, you remind me that I can not let you turn out the way that Will did.

“Wilbur was changed by war. He destroyed everything he worked for because of it. And for that to happen to you, with such grand dreams and ideas, it would be heartbreaking.” Phil can’t maintain eye contact with you anymore, “I just want you to be everything that Wilbur couldn’t have been.”

You let his words sink in, and as they do, you begin to fight with yourself.

He just wants to help you!

How, by comparing me to his dead son? Yeah, something about that doesn’t feel right.

Just hear him out.

You grit your teeth, balling up and releasing your fingers into and out of fists. “I am not Wilbur.”

Phil shakes his head, rubbing the place where his eyebrows crease together. “I know that, and that’s not what I’m trying to sa-”

“Yes, that is exactly what you just said!” You begin to raise your voice, getting tired of this stupid game you two are playing with each other. Lying about what you’re really talking about to try and avoid the inevitable. “You just compared me to your dead son that went crazy and blew up everyone’s homes! The one that sold drugs out of a damn hot dog van!”

The air around you seemed to heat up as tensions between you two started to rise, Phil clearly getting more angry as well. “You are not Wilbur, but you are my child!”

“Oh, am I? Am I, Philza? And how long have I been your child for, huh? My whole life, a year, a few months, just this past hour? You have been trying and failing to be my father figure because you just see me as some rogue that could get too far out of control unless you’re there. Isn’t that right?”

“No, of course not. I just-”

“No! How could I have not realized? You just want a replacement! Someone to fill the hole that was left in your poor old heart when you stabbed your son through the chest.”

“I love you, Y/N, you don’t understand! You are like a child to me, you always have been! From the moment that I met you, I saw greatness in you. I swear, you mean more to me than just some replacement for Wilbur.”

Tears burn your eyes, the singular one that fell leaving a streak through the gunpowder and dirt smudged on your cheeks. You shake your head and scoff, unable to believe that this is the conversation you are currently stuck in. “Phil, that’s the kind of bullshit that you have to tell yourself in order to sleep at night. But guess what? It doesn’t work on me.”

“It doesn’t have to ‘work on you’, it’s just the truth, Y/N. I don’t know how I can get you to believe me.”

“You can’t, Phil.” You say, trying to ignore the way your voice cracks. “Because I have believed people, and then those people have either died, or tried to kill me, or both. So you know what I did? I grew up, Phil. Because THAT is what war does.

“It doesn’t make you write sad song lyrics on the walls, it doesn’t make you love your father figure oh so dearly, all it does is make you realize that there is more in this world to deal with than whatever any one person can do. And once you wrap your head around that, you realize that the best you can do is make the smallest of dents, and hope some other people do the same. That is how this world works, Phil.

“And do you know what my dent is going to be?” Phil has blurred by now. Once you blink the tears away, you can see that he’s crying too. Good. Now you’re really on the same page. “Blowing up this godforsaken nation once and for all.”

You turn to walk away again, hopefully for the last time, but Phil actually makes a move to stop you before you can get anywhere. “Y/N, I refuse to allow you to go out there and risk your life for a war already fought.”

“No war is already fought until people are dead.” You snap at him, resisting the urge to spit on his boots. “Besides, I can handle myself, I don’t need you to tell me who I can and can’t fight.”

“Y/N, I am your father!” Phil’s voice practically echoes through the entire SMP as he shouts at you, finally just as mad as you wanted him to be. You’re convinced people on the other side of L’Manberg can hear you two arguing. “Listen to me, you can not risk this.”

“YOU ARE NO FATHER TO ME!” You scream, getting your face as close to Phil’s as possible while still being able to look into both of his eyes. Phil’s eyes widen, whether in pain, shock, or both, you don’t know, but he quickly recovers with a stare solid enough to cut through stone.

“Do NOT turn this argument to family matters when we are discussing life and death!”

“This is no longer a discussion, dad,” you make sure to add as much venom to the name as possible, “We are not talking this out like a father scolds his young kid about what they can and can not touch in the house. We are screaming, and shouting, and ruining relationships like adults.” You try one more time to walk out. This time you make it down to the ground floor, but Phil follows you yet again, stopping you before you can reach the Prime Path.

“You aren’t an adult, though.” Phil’s voice is softer now, he sounds like he’s on the verge of defeat. “You’re still a kid. You shouldn’t have to deal with all of this.”

“I was made an adult because of this damn war over some stupid place, I should be able to fight for it’s destruction like one.” You also stop shouting, but you don’t soften your voice. You keep it as firm as it can be despite your wobbly crying, letting Phil know that you are no longer playing games with him like you used to.

“I know that you could. I do. But that does not mean that you should.”

“Awwe, you really think so?” You feign a high-pitched voice, even clasping your hands together under your chin. “You honestly think that I can handle something more than a boo-boo, huh?”

“You know that I am making no attempt to infantilize you, Y/N. If you’re such an adult, you need to grow up. I do believe that you could fight for us, but I do not see it as wise.”

“Bullshit,” you say again, wiping at your eyes with your sleeve. Phil tries to speak again, but you cut him off. “No. No! No, I don’t want you to tell me over and over about what I can and can’t do. About how you think I could be a good ally to you. I already know that, because I can make my own decisions.

“Do you know what I do want, Philza? I bet that’s something that your infinitely wise mind can’t think of. All that I want, all that I have wanted for the past SIX. FUCKING. YEARS. Is for you to just take me seriously for once in your damn life!”

Philza stands there in silence, seemingly dumbfounded, and you take this as your chance to stomp off for good. But you know full well that you’ll see Phil tomorrow. On the battlefield.

But you won’t be fighting for him, or Tommy, or Wilbur, or any of them. Tomorrow, you fight for yourself, and you win for yourself.

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DUDE WHAT?!?!?! INK THIS IS IMMACULATE HOW IN THE- WHAT THE F-CK THE WAY YOU CAPTURE THE ANGER AND FEELINGS AND HESITATION OF THE ARGUMENT IS SO WELL DONE!! AND THE FLOW OF TRANSITIONING FROM ONE SETTING TO ANOTHER ISNT CLUMPY OR FORCED AT ALL, THIS IS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL INK! AND THE BUILDUP TO THE QUOTE, THE WAY YOU REALLY EMBODY ALL OF THE CHARACTERS IS SO MASTERFULLY DONE DEAR, AMAZING JOB!!!

#submission #hope you dont mind the tags ajdjslsol #xreader #x reader #platonic #platonic x reader #platonic xreader #c!phil x reader #c!phil x teen!reader #father figure c!phil #angst #dreamsmp x reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #writing event

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zv5x · 3 years

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So uhh,,, I'm starting to get into writing again after restarting everything, so to really warm myself up I'm doing the Yandere ABC's prompt thingy with Spirit! Cause I need the Spirit simps to return to my blog and cause Spirit is my main source of serotonin!!! Plz enjoy teehee, and I promise I'll get to all of your requests soon! let me have my Spirit simping hour, I need it very much ( :̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get? - Spirit is VERY intense affection wise, and is almost always holding onto you in one way or another. Whether that be laying his head on your chest and purring quietly, or by insisting that your hand stays connected with his while outside, he's always making sure he has a good handle on you. He's also very protective and caring, so expect to be feeling a lot safer in the future. And I mean a LOT safer. Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling? - Spirit was never a big fan of wasting his time on the filth that keeps the two of you apart, so he likes to keep rival elimination quick and painless. However, if he feels that whoever he's killing isn't worthy of a quick death, he will most definitely accommodate to that fact. Or, if you ask him to kill someone and specifically request for it to be long and messy, he'd do it without a shread of hesitation. After all, he'd do anything to prove his loyalty to you. Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them? - Mocking you isn't in Spirit's vocabulary. He could never treat you with a shread of inhumanity (unless that is, he sees it as needed), as he feels you deserve the best and nothing but the best. He owes his life to you! You saved him, you showed him that the world wasn't nearly as vile as he once thought. Treating you with anything less than the love and adoration that you deserve just doesn't seem like a concept to him even. If he get's to the point where he sees abduction as necessary, he might do the occasional "ara ara" type shit while stepping on your chest though lol, he can get like that sometimes. He'd step on you very gently, though..he doesn't want to hurt you too bad Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will? - Before you even got him out of the game in which he was trapped, he was very creepily overbearing. Though, he couldn't directly show that considering he wouldn't ever get let out then. He'd just keep tabs on all your devices through the shadows. P.S., it was very kind of you to make a ROM of his game for your laptop for him to move into! It made things so much easier for him! Now he can have a much easier time watching you sleep and hearing you breathe when he's placed right by your side on your bed (you said you didn't want him to be lonely, which he thought was very kind and cute of you. It's exactly why he adores you so much). It also makes it so much easier to look through your phone since you have that data connected to your laptop as well. Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? - What was that, (Y/N)? Spirit's actions are making you doubt his undying love for you? No fear! He'll pour his entire heart to you right then and there! He'll list of just every little thing about you that makes his heart beat fast, he'll also lovingly alert you to the fact that he owes his life along with everything that he is, all to you! He wouldn't be alive or free if it wasn't for you! The coding of his game would have crumbled and basically ate him alive, so without you he'd probably be dead. Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back? - A combination of betrayal and confusion. Confusion, due to the fact he just doesn't understand why you'd want to leave him. Isn't this exactly what you humans consider true love? The idea of being with someone who would gladly bare any level of agony just to be the only one you gaze upon, the idea of someone being willing to go to any

length just to see that smile of yours that they always adore seeing, how is this not what humans consider love? The feeling of betrayal from you doing something as selfish as trying to leave him, the pain could almost eat him alive. How could you? He's done everything for you, he's given you every inch of love and affection that he has to offer, and you repay him by trying to leave him all alone? Expect the biggest guilt trip you've ever experienced. "I thought you loved me, dearest! Why would you try and leave me?!" Along with millions of demands to know who you were running away to. There had to be some place for you to go when you left him after all, so whose throat does he have to slit just to prove to you how much he adores you? Go on, don't be shy, tell him! Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape? - The hunting you down aspect of all of this? Yeah, I guess he could consider it a game. But the thing is, he never really considers what he's doing Hunting you down unless you're directly trying to run from him. So, at that point, hunting you down is exactly what he's doing. Spirit considers everything he's doing to be completely understandable and normal for human relationships. So he definitely doesn't consider what he's doing to be a "game" or anything else similar. His love for you isn't just some game, it's serious and it's all he has Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them? - If you ever dare cheat on him, expect to see the last thread of sanity he has in him just snap right before your eyes. He could never kill you, no. But your little partner? Expect them to be torn to shreads right before your very eyes. Ever hear one of those crazy ass yandere laughs? Yeah. He'd pull that too. He'd quite literally go ballistic, getting up when who you cheated on him with isn't even recognizable, screaming at you and demanding to know the reason for your disloyalty. He did everything for you! And you just go on and pull shit like this? No. He won't accept it. You won't get away with it. He still loves you of course, and will remind you of that fact every millisecond, but you can tell he just isn't the same. More possessive, more angry and suffocating. Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling? - Spirit definitely wants to marry you. Like, this is a fact. He's basically your fiance without even proposing to you yet. He'd definitely enjoy a few kids as well, but only if you want them as well and are able to have them. He understands any reason you might not want kids, and he won't pressure you. Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope? - He's like, literally the CEO of jealous (As well as the CEO of protectiveness). His protective nature causes him to be extremely suspicious of others and their intentions. Sometimes if he feels that person was getting a little too friendly with you, he'll possessively wrap his arms around you while you're talking to them and growl at them until they power walk away out of fear. Sometimes while the two of you are cuddling he'll subtly and quietly bite your neck to leave marks. Or, sometimes he just goes for the more direct route, and offs anyone who he saw as in his way. He can't have anyone walking in on private property thinking it's their own, can he? Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling? - He's usually extremely understanding and sweet. Spirit doesn't like having to use fear tactics to get his way, since he hates it when he has to resort to putting fear in you. Around you, Spirit is more loving than he ever was around anyone before. You're his precious darling after all! You saved him, you taught him what love was like. How could he not act painfully loving and sweet in your presence? You just make his heart flutter so violently. Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling? - Literally exploding Senpai's face off one day while you were paying his game. He's just been watching you for so long, allowing

Senpai to soak up all your love and attention. He just couldn't contain the jealousy, or the rage. He didn't get what Senpai did to be getting so much affection from you. So, he got rid of the problem. Senpai. He was able to convince you Senpai was completely unalive and unfeeling, just lines of code. Which, he was lines of code, but Spirit knew very well that he was aware of the world and environment around him, and could very much so be considered...alive. However, you didn't need to know that. Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else? - Kinda? You know how protective and jealous he can be, but he completely hides the fact he's literally committed murder. He doesn't want you to think of him as some heartless monster, now does he? That wouldn't do at all. He needs you to adore him, just as much as he adores you. He wants you to be fully willing to marry him, and live out the rest of eternity with him. How could that happen if the very thought of him scares you? Naughty: How would they punish their darling? - The usual, causing you physical pain. His methods of doing this vary, along with the severity of the pain. But, lucky for you it takes a lot to get him to the point to where he sees punishment as the only way. Additionally, if you allow him too, he could get a little...lewder with the punishments... Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? - Not many, if everything goes by his plan. However, if you refuse to do what he says, he'll take away as many rights as he can. Physical freedom, friends, family, and everything else in between. If he feels something is keeping you from him, he'll snatch it away in a millisecond. You don't need it. However, if everything goes to plan, then great! He's so happy you realize that your future is with him, and only him! Patience: How patient are they with their darling? - Oh, he's extremely patient! That is, unless you do something to upset him. Don't show too much fear, don't yell or scream at him, don't deliberately make him jealous, or do anything similar, and everything will be okay! He understands why you might be a little reluctant, as you've probably never had someone as loving and adoring as him in your life! So much affection being given to you is something you need to get used to, he would know. It took him a little bit to fully adjust to all the love you had for him. Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on? - No. He wouldn't. Not in the slightest. He'd never be able to move on if you were to leave him forever. If you die, he could just chase you down to wherever you ended up considering he was a demon himself. But, if you somehow find a way to get away from him even after he chases you down? He'll be devastated. He thought you loved him, he loved you so much. He still does love you. He can't let you go, he just can't. He needs you. He lives for you. He craves you. You're his light, his everything, he can't imagine an existence without you by his side. But, that won't even happen, he won't let you go no matter what. You won't be able to loosen yourself from his grip. Not that you want to though, right? (Extra fact: Spirit wouldn't hesitate to resort to killing you himself, just so he could drag you down to Hell and keep you there forever. If it's something he needs to do, then he'll do it no questions asked. He hates causing you pain, he really does. But Spirit will do whatever it takes to have your love) Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go? - Spirit has a very warped view of love, so while he is capable of feeling guilt, he doesn't at all regret what he's done. He feels guilt for the way you cried when he tried snuggling you and holding you, he felt guilt for the way you trembled as he reached out to you, but he just couldn't feel bad for the people he damned and murdered. They were trying to take you away from him, and that's absolutely unforgivable. Stigma:

What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)? - Definitely his time in the Hating Simulator. He was completely ripped away from all contact with the outside world and everyone that inhabited it, human or not. He stayed like that for years, until his captors daughter finally decided to dispose of him. Then, somehow, he met you. You decided to pick his game and it's console up, and take him home. He didn't trust you at first, but soon, watching you talk to Senpai and get closer with him, he fell in love with you. Hard. He needed you in his life, he needed to keep you. He had to have you. You needed to be his, and his alone. Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves? - Confused, but still upset and guilty. He hates seeing you in pain, whether that pain be physical or mental. So to hear you scream and cry with such pain, it absolutely makes his heart shatter. But he just doesn't understand why you're acting in such agony...aren't you happy? Don't you love him? He'll probably look at you with a pained look in his eyes. He'll try and hold you in his arms and hold you close to his chest, no matter how hard you struggle. Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere? - Literally chasing you down to wherever you go, with no effort at all. He makes it so you CAN'T escape him, no matter how hard you try, and no matter who you cry to for help. With any other Yandere, there's always the possibility of escape. Whether it be by leaving their basement, killing them in self defense, getting them arrested, etc, etc. But with Spirit, there's nothing you can do. You're going to love him, or he'll make your life a living hell. Quite literally, in fact. Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape? - While there is literally no way to escape him, you can try and manipulate him to get whatever you wish. Spirit is extremely touch starved, to the point where he'll probably tremble and shake with pleasure if you do as much as reach out to him. Just hold him in your lap and let him purr into your neck as you run your finger through his hair, he'll be literal putty in your hands. While trying to use this against him to escape will result in harsh punishment, if you can think of anything you can get out of him using this then by all means go for it. Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling? - Only if needed. Spirit doesn't wish to cause you pain, but he won't hesitate to if he thinks it will make you love him and stop that hopeless struggling of yours. Spirit will make sure to cuddle you and kiss you after each punishment however, praising you in a soft whisper about how good you've been for him while he taught you a lesson. Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over? - If you want to know how much you mean to him, Spirit will without hesitation get on one knee and kiss the tips of your hand as he purrs words of pure love. He'll make sure you know just how loved and important you are to him by the end of the night, any way you wish for him to, no matter how direct or "explicit" Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap? - After escaping the Hating Simulator, maybe about a year Zenith: Would they ever break their darling? - If you were to "break" under his care, rest assured it was completely unintentionally. But, he'll still take your submission as a win. You're willing to tell you love him, you're willing to marry him and live a life with him, and that's all Spirit needs. He loves you so much ♡

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long-cosmos-overhead · 4 years

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James Norrington x Reader

Prompt: I was thinking about this one for a while but if you're ever in the mood for writing PotC could you maybe do something with Barbossa or Norrington? Maybe something with a build up like a first kiss or the first time the character and the reader fight someone/something together by each other's side, and their coordination on the battlefield gets tested for the first time and perhaps it strengthens the connection or leads to taking certain measures like training/teaching how to use weapons and react under pressure

I’m going to split these into two parts this one is for Norrington the other will be for barbossa

(I do not own PoTC or its characters/ gif not mine)

Your hand gripped the hilt of the sword. If it were a warm sunny day the blade would’ve reflected the light back out into the vast port just like it did for the past few weeks. The sky was a dark grey possibly setting to rain making the atmosphere cold and dreary. The type of cold to get in your bones and latch on tight until the golden sun tore through the clouds again.

Your knuckles and fingertips turned a harsh red and your wrist ached from swinging the sword only to clash with his powerful defenses that returned in sending pain right up your wrist in swift pangs. You had concluded the moment James first swung at you, that you could never truly appreciate the extent of skill, concentration and pain it took to seem so effortlessly fluent in a field unless you yourself have tried to walk the same path with the same motive.

The more you attacked and defended from what would be fatal blows out on vast seas or faced with a man or woman with the intention to maim or kill, the more energy flowed out your body. You were drained. It felt like water passing from a stream downhill and into dry land most likely to never be seen again. You had improved since first starting you could barely lift a sword back then however your grip still faltered when you lost energy and your movements still became sloppy and delayed.

Your mind trailed away. A dangerous move much too dangerous. Once your mind and body was out of sync you had written your death sentence.

A kick to your legs dragged your mind back down. It was a harsh reminder that you had once again failed to meet your standards the reality knocked down the platform your stood on like a fire against wooden beams. You fell to the ground your sword clattering somewhere in the distance. Your hip instantly throbbed in pain, your wrist and elbow followed suit in acquainting themselves with the hard floor below you.

“Y/n!”

You hadn’t realised your face scrunched up in pain until you opened your eyes to meet the owner of the deep voice. James’ eyes wore worry like a new pair of shoes and his hand trailed inches away from your body before softly resting uncertainly on your cheek almost pleading you to react to his touch instead of pain.

“Y/n I am terribly sorry, I didn’t-”

Your words cut him off saving him an apology and you the salt being rubbed in the wound that you managed to be taken down by a kick to the legs.

“It’s fine James, I wasn’t paying attention, I’m at fault here.”

James picked you up from where you lay gently placing a hand round your arm and one under your waist. If anything standing up made it hurt a little more. Your eyes met James’ face, an almost unreadable expression settled on his features. Only a little readable emotion bled through. It read love however undertones of desperation and want. You weren’t sure what was going on and in all honesty you didn’t feel in the state of mind to be able to piece together such heavy emotions.

However you did pick up on how attractive he looked. Even fresh from a fight you couldn’t deny he was a beautiful man. The way the light caught his eyes and made them appear like the stars beaming in the dark. The way his facial features only seemed to compliment one another, the way he treated you as the most important and valued thing in his life. James Norrington was perfect to you.

James stared back at you and by all the grace of you gods he loved every part of you. The way your skin felt when it touched him, the way he could hold you, the way you made him feel safe and enough in such a plagued world. He was so proud of you. The way you picked up sword fighting the same way as his men once had despite the ridicule from ladies and hours of straining physical movements. James wanted you safe, as safe as you could be. He would always be there by your side to fight off evil but should the time come where he wasn’t he couldn’t even think of what he’d do without you.

His eyes wandered to your lips and it shook him at just how much he wanted to kiss you. To share all his love through such intimacy and feel your body against his and despite the looming cloud that stole all your energy and the dull throb in your side you wanted the exact same.

You two were entranced into a void where only each other existed, time slowed till the point where every little thing was almost slow motion and the intensity of the gases which you looked at each other were immeasurable. Your heart beat irregularly in your chest almost as if it were trying to meet James’ or to drag you closer and by all the power in the world you could not think to move away.

Nasty twangs of pain at your side bled into the void you and James got caught in. Your face suppressed the obvious uncomfortableness that seemed to follow blunt force injuries however as much as you tried James noticed. He had a thing for noticing things. He never let on that he observed far more than the average man or he picked up inconsistencies but you knew.

“Y/n if I may.”

He reached out a hand for you to take asking permission to touch you and lead you to your home. No matter how much you protested he must be tired, James always walked you home. He wanted to know you were safe and be able to share some sort of intimacy with you, to slip his fingers between yours and warm your cold hands.

It may not have seemed like much holding his hand but even the most simplistic touch from James was euphoric. Some days you walked down cobbled streets laughing, today James was pretty silent just focusing on you and on the way you walked with a slight limp to your step. James felt guilty, a growing guilt that thrived the more he looked at you. He shouldn’t have swiped your legs it was not only wrong in terms of fighting with honour - it was misconduct, it was cheating. However his mind wasn’t all too concerned with that. His priory, his true priority was that he had hurt you. He never loved anyone the way he loved you even if you hadn’t kissed yet but that was no way to treat you especially since he is supposed to make you feel safe.

You looked over at James. His strong features never failing to entrance you. You were more than disappointed when you reached your door. Your house was pale in comparison to James’ yet he never seemed to mind. Before you knew him you assumed he was wealthy, commanding and rather uptight however you discovered none of the sort. He was kind and ever so gentle uncaring if he was seen away from well kept and otherwise anything he wouldn’t be associated with. He’d even offered money for upkeeps or repairs yet still left it after you declined.

“I trust you will be safe here Y/n.”

“I will always be safe at my own door, James you need not worry.”

He took your hand in his lightly pressing his lips to your knuckles trying to ignore how cold and tense you seemed. However he failed to notice how your muscles relaxed under his touch and how your eyes almost sparkled from how it felt as if you had been flushed with serotonin.

The feeling ebbed away as quick as it came when he walked away. His long coat that wrapped around his shirt fluttering at the end from the wind. You didn’t like being away from him it felt as if a part of you left with him even if it were only for a few hours. You couldn’t let him just leave. The kiss to your hand was like a spoonful of magic but you wanted more. It seemed selfish but you’d never loved anyone the way you loved him.

“James.”

He turned round to met with your arms around his waist and your body against his chest. He felt happy. Much happier than he’d ever felt you in his hold felt right and for once he could look around the port and see something beautiful. His arms came around your body pressing you a little closer to him. James was warm much warmer than you expected yet he felt far warmer with you despite the cold taking claim to you. It was like the warmth spread across his whole body. He was utterly in love with you.

Neither of you wanted to pull away but eventually you did but this time even when the cold settled back in your body you felt comfortable. He made you dizzy on love.

“Goodnight Norrington.”

It took him a while to break from his lovesick trance.

“Goodnight Y/n.”

You lay in your bed, the soft sheets encasing you like battle armour braving the war against the cold. Yet it seemed like a losing battle your fingertips red and your breath releasing from your mouth as white whisps, the way you imagined a soul would part from its physical being. A shaky breath parted your lips as you rubbed your hands together in hope that the friction would spark some ounce of warmth. Faint drops of rain hammered in the distance, the first few drizzles making way for an inevitable harsher forecast and despite the rain making you feel that bit colder and worried for the wood of your house you felt calm.

You turned on your side. The rustling of sheets almost silenced by the downfall outside. The last pieces of warmth you owned were slowly leaving your body. However the only thing you could focus on was how it would feel to be in James’ embrace. You wished to lay in bed with him and instead of slow dancing with the bitter cold you would be embraced in his warmth. To be completely domestic in each other’s arms. James made you feel warm. A nice warm like bathing in the soft evening sunlight. Your lips tugged upwards slightly and your hands rubbed together once more to grasp the heat amoung the cold before the white whisps parted your lips and wrapped around the candles orange flame releasing darkness through your room.

You awoke with a hammering at your door. It was clearly not a sophisticated knock at the time you weren’t even sure it was a knock however it woke you up immediately. Light shone through the gaps in the wall illuminating strips of your skin. You heard the shouts of men and the screams of woman. Metal on metal rung in your ears until the silence of death were clear, dominating any other sound you could hear.

You shakily stood up, eyes still fixed on the same spot as earlier. You shifted on your feet slightly tripping on the uneven floorboards that was until you heard the distinct voices of the navy men.

“Groves, Mullroy man the east ports.”

James. Something about his voice hit something within you. All your nerves that froze you in fear dissipated. They weren’t replaced by rationality if anything blind need to help, not just James but every man, woman and child took the main stand.

The hilt of your sword gleamed in the dreary light beconing you deeper into your mind with its persuasive grip. The vision and need blurring its lines to rally your body to take the cold hilt of the blade into your hand.

You didn’t acknowledge how the cold metal gripped you back however rushing outside your house you felt bare to the world. You felt small like you were back in your mothers arms again. Men were fighting left and right, some laying on the floor clutching dyed clothing. Smashed glass and splintered wood covered any remaining road. In the distance you heard the fire of guns and cannons which, had they been any closer, would’ve reigned superior to your hearing.

Strangled shouts and chokes were no longer shielded by the walls that you lay in and for a minute it was already all too much. The thought of James and the ever present survival instincts kept you from cowardice and you took your first step into the heat of the fight.

James boot kicked against the chest of its opponent. Water bled through the thin shirt and for a split second he seemed dazed enough for James to get the upper hand. Yet his mind and body were travelling in different wave lengths, his body urging for defence as desperate as a drowning man but his mind was focused on you. James was practically pacing from worry. You were alone without him or anyone to watch your blind spot. Even your home was bordering on the ever expanding outskirts of the gruesome battle and he’d seen firsthand how vicious and merciless pirates were, if you got caught you would not be spared.

The blade swiped all too close to his eyes slicing a stay stand of hair parting it from the others. James sword clashed on the second offence and continued to create the devils music until the blade was wedged in the oppositions lower abdomen. Shock contorted to pain and for a moment his eyes cleared and it was just two men with complex lives staring at each other. It was perhaps the most cruel curse that only a step away from death were people remorseful. His eyes held the heaviest emotions until they glassed over with nothingness. His body fell limp and he stared without seeing. James tugged his arm removing the support on the body allowing the man to finally rest.

James’ head whipped around in every direction he was surrounded by chaos but he needed you, by his side or not he needed to know you were safe.

Your body ached worse than you’d ever felt previous. A gash at your side created a passage for blood to freely travel out of and you wished you stayed in the safety of your home. You were almost fully doubled over in pain and your hand pressed against the growing red stain on your white shirt. The pirate infront of you grinned baring his gold teeth you could smell the alcohol on his breath and his movements read tipsy yet experienced with the blade. You knew the final hit was coming.

You surged any bit of energy that still remained within you to block the attack. Both swords clashing together sending ugly throbbing pains through your hand and wrist, they faired far worse than the ones while training. You barely saw the confusion on the pirates face, he was a rather big and muscular man easily outmatching you. You swiped your foot hitting the back of his knee sending him to the floor where your blade struck true.

You couldn’t tell how long or far you’d been walking through the carnage. Puddles rippled and quaked beneath your foot. Your sword gripped in your hand, the hilt somewhat warmed however still plagued with a different kind of a cold. Your wound had since clotted somewhat just not enough to offer taking away the need for medical care. Your hand had been placed at your side so long it too was beginning to cramp and lose its abilities. Fights were ugly affairs and you just wanted James.

James had been searching for you for longer than his liking. His stress and worry grew each passing second he traced the port unable to find you. Tears sprung to his eyes, he was overwhelmed sometimes the love he held for you overwhelmed him. Being faced with a hideous reality of losing you without even sharing a kiss coupled with the ever growing pit of fear and frustration never ceased to tip him closer and closer into the dangerous territories of his mind.

James blinked back the moisture in his eyes forming a warm uncomfortable gloss over his waterline. His chances of holding you once more grew thinner and thinner thoughout the fight and if it were a physical concept he may as well be walking on string. Pirates swung at him left and right most clearly tipsy and some outright drunk which lessened the danger equipped to them. They had since taken their retreat leaving devastation upon the port but leaving immeasurable torment within James.

“James.”

Your breath was strained, the rise and fall of your chest tortured your side. Your body bent at such an angle it seemed as if you had been sliced in two but you found him you finally had him.

He was disheveled, his hair fallen out of place to hang loosely infront of his eyes, clothes wet and sticking to his body at odd angles creating little shadows patterning his chest, his body was tired and his eyes still searching for the comfort of finding a lost thing so close to your heart. But he was beautiful.

The second the words parted your lips James turned around glossy eyed and mouth slightly parted. He felt his body lose hidden tension he didn’t realise he held onto. His demeanour shifted from relieved to grief stricken once his eyes laid on the red of your shirt. After the red pattern revealed itself to his eyes, the rest followed; the way your body shook in the bitter cold, how the tiredness trickled from your skin, how pleading you seemed to be relieved from such a horrific ordeal.

James couldn’t even acknowledge himself gravitating towards you until you were in his arms. He too shook however out of pure fear for your condition.

“My love, oh god.”

His words were jumbled as his hand ghosted over the wound at your side unsure to touch you or not. His mind too scared and filled with adrenaline to think logically.

“Y/n-,”

His words died in his throat when he felt you launch yourself into his embrace. His chest sparked like a flame kissing wood and fuel was generously added when you buried yourself deeper into his warmth. He had you in his arms right where he yearned for you to be.

“James,”

Your voice came out weaker than you anticipated and tears gathered in your eyes.

“I went out for you.”

James felt his heart fill with pure love. You had trained before but going to battle among pirates was an entire new level. He knew then as he stood with you in his arms that you were his keeper.

His hand gently traced the outskirts of your wound, it had almost entirely clotted itself up now, giving James some peace of mind however he still dare not touch you to cause more harm.

“Does- does it hurt, my love.”

His fingers traced around your skin sending electric through your body despite having barely grazed it.

“A little but I would suffer a thousand times if it meant I could come back to you.”

James couldn’t resist himself any longer your words touched something so deep within him breaking down the wall that restrained him from you. His hand came to slide around your lower back and the other around the back of your shoulders perfectly avoiding anything that could cause you pain. He tugged you towards him, his grip so tight and protective yet gentle and considerate. His lips connected with yours and if you could describe how you felt it would be as if all the warmth and love in the world channeled through your body at once. It was a simple kiss nothing alluding but full of passion and love, the ultimate outlet for all the events that took place a short time ago.

When the two of you parted you were left dizzy searching for air get already addicted to the feeling you had felt in such sheer quality.

“Come back with me,” he almost pleaded. “I want to keep you safe at least for tonight.”

You responded by leaning further into him your mind and body were exhausted yet somewhere in the back of your mind there was an urge. James saved your life, if it weren’t for his countless hours spent teaching you defence and offense and his constant patience you would surely have not survived.

“James, thank you,”

He looked down a slight bit confused for a moment.

“If it weren’t for you I’d surely be dead.”

“I’d spend the rest of my life teaching you if it meant you were safe.”

@lau-rae-lei

#james norrington fluff imagine #james norrington x reader angst #james norrington angst #james norrington x reader #james norrington #potc #ask #request #it’s so late

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padsnprongs · 3 years

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this is for @anythingforour_moony’s writing competition!!

Prompt: “Who ate my pudding??”

If there was one thing that Remus Lupin loved more than life itself, it was chocolate. Chocolate bars, chocolate cake, chocolate pudding, you name it, he would eat it practically inhale it. Not only would he gulp down anything with the slightest trace of chocolate, he would hoard it. He had secret stashes hidden all over the school. Throughout his five and a half years at Hogwarts, his stashes had remained undiscovered.

Or so he thought.

Without his knowledge, one silver-eyed, mischievous Sirius Black had discovered his little secret months ago. Actually, if he was being honest, he found it rather endearing. The image of one Remus Lupin, engulfed in that adorable green sweater of his, tawny curls falling onto his face, amber eyes gleaming with that enchanting golden tint that Sirius often found himself mesmerised in, happened to be the main source of Sirius’ serotonin regardless, but adding that to the image of Remus Lupin, curled up with some chocolate from his secret little stash, perfectly content, was even more adorable, if that was at all possible.

Yeah… Sirius would really have to do something about this crush of his.

And so, Sirius hatched a crafty scheme: he would steal Remus’ chocolate from his stash. Not to eat! Oh lord, no. Maybe just to hide for an hour or two? At least until Remus noticed it was gone, which surely wouldn’t take long; the guy was obsessed. Once Remus had figured out that Sirius had stolen his chocolate, he would probably be rightfully mad. And then he would hopefully start spewing something about morals and boundaries or something. And maybe that, in turn, would help Sirius see that maybe being with Remus wasn’t all he’d thought it up to be, and maybe this silly little crush of his, could finally come to an end. Sirius’ main aim was just to find a way to make Remus mad, and stealing his chocolate was apparently the best way to go about that.

The plan may have been long-winded and, frankly, ridiculous, but Sirius was desperate. He couldn’t go on like this – just being in the same room as Remus was enough to give him the complexion of a tomato, and surely someone would notice that soon? It was too risky; no one could ever know.

Little did Sirius know just how hard he had fallen.

That was how Sirius found himself sitting in the common room, absent-mindedly watching Peter try desperately to Vanish a table, and James hurriedly scribbling a Potions essay. However, the only thing he could concentrate on was the fact that Remus had just disappeared into the dormitory and was bound to discover what he had done any second now.

Not long after, his suspicions were confirmed. He heard the dormitory door slam, the sound echoing through the tower, followed by the sound of footsteps crashing down the stairs. Remus skidded to a halt at the bottom of the staircase. Sirius’ mouth was dry with anticipation; he could feel his heart about to burst through his ribs. He had no idea what Remus’ reaction would be, but he was notorious for being incredibly overprotective of his chocolate.

Sirius did not fancy his chances.

Remus was annoyed, to say the least. He had had a particularly good day, so imagine his disappointment and frustration when he hurried towards his trunk, only to find that the chocolate pudding he’d been eagerly looking forward to all day, had disappeared. And Remus knew he hadn’t misplaced, or already eaten, the pudding. There was only one possible explanation. One of those three idiots had eaten it. He wasn’t as angry as he could have been, mostly because he genuinely had had a great day, but he was irritated, nonetheless.

That was how Remus found himself storming down to the common room, ready to have a serious conversation with his friends about respecting boundaries. However, not everything goes to plan. When Remus reached the bottom of the staircase, his gaze landed on one Sirius Black. Remus, as so often happens, was mesmerised by the grin which seemed to light up any room, the eyes which seemed to be swirling in the ocean depths, and the hair which seemed to catch the sunlight, shimmering with the slightest movement. Sirius’ charm was infuriatingly distracting, and Remus couldn’t help but to lose himself in those breathtakingly bright eyes, which were gleaming like the moon.

Come on, Remus, snap out of it. Feeling his face start to heat up, Remus took a deep breath. There was a more important matter at hand.

“Alright, which one of you was it?”

“What’s up, moony?” James replied without looking up.

“Who ate my pudding??” Remus narrowed his eyes at the three boys and seemed to notice Sirius’ eyes widening. As he watched, Sirius ducked his head behind those glistening curls of his, refusing to meet Remus’ gaze. This was unusual only in that the other two boys had looked up at the mention of Remus’ chocolate. It was the reaction of a guilty person. Remus knew it, Sirius knew it, and he was pretty sure James and Pete had also figured it out.

‘Sirius?’

‘Hmm?’

Sirius still refused to meet his eyes, which only made it all the more obvious that he was guilty.

Remus waited expectantly, hoping that Sirius would say something; this was awkward enough as it was. Finally, Sirius glanced up.

‘Erm… I’m just gonna go take a quick shower… yeah, I haven’t had one since quidditch practice…’ Sirius stood up hastily, but found his way blocked.

‘Sirius Orion Black. If you have done what I think you have done,’ he warned under his breath, enunciating every syllable to ensure the message was crystal clear, ‘I will send you straight to Filch’s office myself, and tell him what really happened in the girls’ toilets yesterday. You can’t fool me.’

Sirius gulped. Although he was aware that he was currently in deep, deep shit, a part of him desperately wanted to make a ‘straight’ joke in reply to Remus’ threat. However, Sirius felt that may not bode well with the fuming werewolf, who was currently glaring into his soul. So, instead, he did the only reasonable thing he could think of; he ran. Scanning for all possible exits and realising the portrait hole was blocked by a giggling group of girls, he sprinted straight for the stairwell. Taking the steps three at a time, his heart pounded nervously as he heard Remus in close pursuit. He slammed open the dormitory door with enough force to make it rattle in its hinges and dived for his bed. Rolling across the bed, Sirius fell through the drawn curtain on the other side and landed on his feet. Although he personally felt that this was a move worthy of James Bond himself, there was no time to dwell, because he had probably pissed Remus off even more, if that was possible.

Speaking of Remus, Sirius had no idea where he’d gone. He could swear his pursuer had been mere footsteps behind him moments ago. Narrowing his eyebrows, he approached the dormitory door cautiously, when, out of nowhere, Remus barrelled around the corner, straight into him, and rugby tackled him to the ground. Winded from pure shock, Sirius could do nothing but flail desperately as Remus wrestled him onto his back and pinned his wrists above his head.

Suddenly, all the anger and all the panic evaporated. Their faces were mere inches from each other, and Sirius could hardly breathe. Remus was staring into his eyes, and Sirius noticed how the amber seemed to darken and his pupils seemed to expand.

But he had no time to think, because he could feel his heart pounding faster and faster, even though he had stopped running. He would have guessed that it was because of the pure intensity that comes with someone laying on top of you, pinning you to the ground, and staring deep into your soul, seemingly getting lost in your eyes, but his brain could barely comprehend what was happening.

Wait. No. That pounding he had felt? That wasn’t his heart. That was Remus’ heart. What? Why would Remus’ heart be beating faster? Shut up. Suddenly, Sirius became hyper-aware of Remus leaning closer to him.

‘Erm…’ he managed to mumble, now oddly self-conscious of how his breath smelt.

‘Tell me to stop.’ Remus whispered, so softly that Sirius could barely hear. Tell me to stop what?? What does that even mean?? What is he doing??

Remus was now so close that their breaths were mingling, and if Sirius moved slightly, he could probably have brushed their noses. Why the hell would I move slightly?? Are you crazy?? Let’s just see what he does.

And Sirius barely had time to process what happened next, because Remus’ lips curved into a soft smirk, no I am not watching his lips thank you very muc- HOLY SHIT, and then they crashed against his.

Remus’ lips. Crashed against Sirius’ lips.

Sirius’ nervous system was going berserk, his brain was short circuiting, and all he could think about was every point where Remus was touching him.

Time seemed to slow down; everything else faded away until it was just him and Remus.

Remus’ mind had a similar reaction. He swore he could see fireworks behind his eyelids and, despite his nervousness at initiating the kiss, what if I misinterpreted it?? I’ll literally ruin our whole friendship!! Ah you know what, fuck it, he ate my pudding, we don’t have a friendship anymore, those few moments were possibly the best of his life. But then, if it was possible, those moments grew even better; gradually, as they both got over their initial shock (and, let’s be real, a little bit of *gay panic*), they relaxed into the kiss. It turned away from passionate and hungry, and more towards comforting and slow.

Sirius’ intestines seemed to be fizzing and twisting, his fingers tangling themselves in those golden curls that he was so incredibly crazy about.

Well, he thought, that’s my plan gone to shit.

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maries-gallery · 3 years

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Hi hun! Could I ask for an ikevamp match up please?

My pronouns are she/her, hetero.

Personality:

I'm an infp and a pisces. I'm very dreamy and artistic - love crocheting, reading, writing poems and stories as well as doing arts and crafts in my spare time. I also LOVE going on walks and exploring places - my curiosity knows no bounds. I'm a responsible, efficient and reliable person though I can also be very childish once I feel comfortable around someone. That being said, I am a perfectionist and have depression and anxiety as a result of growing up with a gaslighting alcoholic parent so I'm absolutely terrified of being imperfect and people judging hating me for it. I think my most distinctive feature is that I'm very nurturing and love taking care of others. Also, I have absolutely no impulse control when it comes to spending money - I see something I want, I'm having it no questions asked.

My likes:

Waa I kinda said it already didn't I 😅😂 walks, exploring, shopping (not clothes though; give me a book/stationary store or tiger or a quaint little shop or crystal shop etc. and I will not leave for half the day), writing, arts and crafts, reading. I also LOVE discussing things with people, especially philosophy stuff. I actually study neuroscience at university atm so I also absolutely love science especially biology - I love theorizing and being able to bounce ideas around with another person.

And yes, I am a thirsty, kinky mofo - I'd be grateful for sfw and nsfw.

Thank you! Hope you have a wonderful day 💕

So I really hesitated between Leonardo and Arthur, but I finally decided to match you up with Arthur.

General SFW :

- Arthur would probably find you endearing right from the start. He’d probably tease you for being innocent (his words, not mine). However he wouldn’t be able to push his worries away concerning your safety, considering the fact you just jumped in a house full of vampires... But unlike in the game I don’t see him actually trying to push you away or scare you, he’d tease you a lot, of course (come on, this is Arthur) but he already has a soft spot for you and doing anything which could scare you would be a no.

- Instead he’d probably hang around you and try to spend time with you to make sure nothing came your way. Although he wouldn’t admit that and would cover it up by teasing you some more and playing around, being his usual flirt.

- But the more he’d get to know you the more his affection and interest for you would grow. There is so much more to you than just an artistic and cute girl. You are in fact, a true whirlwind ! Both responsible, smart and adventurous, both nurturing and hardworking... And what’s more, you like to read and write ! Then he also finds your curiosity really attractive, he is himself very curious and adventurous.

- You two would spend hours debating about whatever subject came to mind, Leonardo sometimes barging in and joining the conversation. Although in these moments Arthur would probably feel insecure as Leonardo, having lived longer than him would probably be more knowledgeable on certain subjects. You’d probably have to reassure him afterwards and wipe this cute pout off of his lips.

- He’d love listening to you as you talk about your new work in progress or the latest book you read, or pretty much anything you had going on. And I can imagine the two of you spending late nights cuddling in his bed and one of you reading aloud to the other as you both wait for sleep to take you down.

- He’d love to go shopping with you during one of your many outings. You two would have so much fun going from one shop to the other and looking at all the different articles and trinkets.

- Considering his own experience with crippling depression and healthcare he’d be the best at comforting and supporting you on hard days, weeks or however long it lasted. He wouldn’t leave your side, ready to listen, cuddle or do whatever you want. He’d make it a point for you that perfection is boring and unachievable anyways. That he loves you because you are human, and thus have flaws. And that it is normal. He’d make a list of his own flaws in a humorous way for you both to laugh about it and for you to know that it is okay to be imperfect.

- However keep in mind that he two has some issues and as mentioned previously he can get really insecure too. I see him being a bit distant on some days but he’ll always come back into your arms in the end and talk about whatever has been bothering him. You’d both be very considerate and supportive of each other, sticking together through thick and thin. Arthur is also quite lonely and having been a war doctor he has seen his fair share of horrible things. But when with you he can forget these memories and enjoy the beauty the world has to offer.

- You’d be one of the few people to whom he opens up. You, lucky girl.

Scenario :

You sat in Arthur’s room, the two of you writing on his desk. Your eyes scanned over his concentrated features. A light frown adorning his brows, lips pressed together and glasses perched on his well sculpted nose.

Your attention then fleeted to the lines written in your notebook, scrutinising every word, conflict rising in your chest. You picked up your pen, ready to make some modifications to your writing. Just like you had done a few seconds before, three times.

However the dark haired male beside you had other plans as he stretched and groaned, sending you a playful grin.

“Are we done, Luv ?” He voiced, leaning in to take a peek at your work. This didn’t go well with you as you impulsively hid the paper.

Arthur’s eyes widened, grin fading at the sight of your conflicted expression. He immediately knew what was going on. He could read you like an open book after all.

A flicker of sadness passed through those blue eyes and his heart clenched in his chest. He let out a sigh, looking intently at you, any trace of his usual playfulness gone.

“Luv, I don’t know what you wrote, okay ? But what I know is that you put all your heart into these lines and already edited them four times in the last five minutes.” He held your gaze, aching at the thought of what may be going on inside your head.

Your lips quivered, “But... You’re such an amazing writer... When all I can come up with are some flawed stories and flawed lines and-” Your voice trembled by now, tears on the brink of falling.

“It doesn’t have to be perfect on the first try. Nor can it be perfect, for perfection doesn’t exist. It is not human.” He explained, voice soft and tender as he leaned into you. “And I can assure you that my writing is far from perfect, Luv. But this is also what makes it so unique and authentic.” He grabbed his papers, placing them in front of you and reading over the lines he had written.

“Look. There, this is one imperfect line, don’t you think ?”

You read over his shoulder.

‘The walkers walked along the streets.’

You couldn’t repress a small chuckle, a hand covering your lips to stifle your amusement. Arthur only sent you a joyful smile, warmth flooding his system at the sight of your smile.

“See ? No one is perfect. And we all make mistakes.” He reassured, eyes swarming with his love for you. He gently took your hands in his own, cradling them glass.

“And remember, I fell in love with you. The whole you. Your qualities and your flaws which all make you the wholesome person you are.” With these words his soft kiss pressed against your brow, the intensity and honesty of his words pouring into your cracks like sweet honey to fix your insecurities.

Song :

Be my Baby, The Ronettes

NSFW :

- It is no secret that Arthur is good with his mouth, in more ways than one. Would it be to dirty talk the soul out of you or to eat you out, he is skilled both ways.

- Speaking of eating you out, his favourite place on earth is probably between your legs. He could spend hours there, teasing you, enjoying and rejoicing in the way your body quivers and shivers in his hold, how your head rolls back and eyes close with his ministrations, with every lick of his tongue on your sensitive bud.

- He is also very skilled with his fingers and loves fingering you.

- Arthur is also a huge tease. And I can’t stress this enough, he will come up to you in the middle of the hallway as you’re dusting the shelves to whisper the dirtiest of things in your ear. He just loves how a deep blush creeps onto your cheeks and how flustered you become.

- I can see him being into role play too, you as his assistant and him as the detective.

- Wear a maid outfit to clean his room ? The guy is dead and crumbling at your feet.

- Arthur can both be passionate and serious or playful and a tease. Depends on the mood and circumstances.

- Not very surprising but he has a very high sex drive and can’t get enough of you. If he could, he’d spend his life with you in his bed, under the covers. He is also very energetic and has stamina.

- He is a switch, can both be a dominant tease and a lovesick puppy eager to please you.

There, I hope you enjoyed it ! I had lots of fun doing it and may have gotten a bit carried away...

This is my first match up ever so I am really sorry if it is a bit clumsy. You really seem like a sweetheart and I truly hope this gave you some serotonin !

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp arthur #matchups #ikevamp match

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ackermelon · 3 years

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hey if ur taking request how about oikawa giving iwaizumi some comfort cuddles?

This is one of my favourite things to think about whenever I need a serotonin boost.

Hell.

The whole day had been hell.

He’d been studying for this one exam for three weeks, yet he still managed to flunk it. Not only that, but his distraction cost them the practice match they had that evening.

Thankfully, Oikawa didn’t say anything. No Iwa-chan, no tackling, no surprise hugs. Which was... weird. But Iwaizumi, quite frankly, couldn’t give a fuck at the moment. This was about him. He deserved to mope, too.

He fell face-down onto his bed and groaned, barely managing to put on a pair of pyjama pants before slipping his body under the covers. His hair – still wet from the shower he took as soon as he got home – dampening the pillow covers.

He was halfway through his dream about riding Godzilla off into the sunset when Oikawa’s voice interrupted, a loud “Iwa-chan” echoing between the four walls of his room.

“Die.”

“Rude!”

Of course it had to be Friday, their sleepover night.

Oikawa threw himself on the bed next to him, yawning into his palm. He’d stopped using the futon he was offered a long time ago, opting to invade Iwaizumi’s space and cuddle him half to death every week. “I can’t believe you went home without me.”

“It’s cute how you think you’re so important.”

“You think I’m cute?” His eyes were actually glowing in the dim-lit room, the only source of light being the small lamp in the far corner, but Iwaizumi missed it, his back turned to Oikawa.

“I never said that.”

“But you-”

“Shut up.”

Oikawa smiled, changing into his pyjama’s and getting under the covers, leaving the room in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. “I know you’ve had a hard day. Go to sleep. Iwa-chan,” he whispered.

Iwaizumi didn’t say anything for a while, because Oikawa knew. He knew Iwaizumi was having a fairly difficult day. That’s why he didn’t approach him with that overly-cheery voice and his too-close hugs that bordered on sexual harassment. Iwaizumi often forgot how considerate Oikawa was. He always knew what to do.

“Thank you,” Iwaizumi whispered.

A pair of arms snaked their way around his waist, a warm body pressing against his backside. Blood rushed to his cheeks, and even though he wasn’t particularly religious, he still thanked the lord he wasn’t facing the other man, his face a fiery red. He didn’t dare move, the feeling of Oikawa’s body pressed against his was not unfamiliar, but it never failed to start a raging fire inside him. “What are you doing?”

“Spooning you.” Oikawa’s nose tickled his nape, his voice barely a whisper, drowsiness evident in his tone. Ironic, considering the fact that he was screaming over Iwaizumi’s head like a baboon on mushrooms a few minutes ago.

“Why, though?”

“You always spoon me when I ask you to.” Maybe it was the simplicity of it, but Oikawa’s answer sent the other man’s heart rate over the edge (was he dying??) and he was afraid Oikawa would notice the power even the smallest things he said held against Iwaizumi.

“But I didn’t ask you to,” he tried to say in monotone, but failed, his voice cracking. Fuck.

“Yeah, well. If it were me, I would love it if you were to spoon me without me asking for it, and you kind of need it right now.” Oikawa honestly would one day be the death of him, he thought. “Let me comfort you.”

He lay there, feeling Oikawa’s even breath warm up the skin of his nape, his fringe tickling his neck every time his body rose and fell. He made sure Oikawa was asleep before he slowly turned to face him. Iwaizumi admired his calm features, moving closer to his sleeping body, wrapping his arms around his narrow waist and enveloping him in his warmth. Oikawa nuzzled closer to him in his sleep, placing a hand on his chest, and Iwaizumi feared the intense fluttering in his chest might wake the other man up.

And if it took Iwaizumi another three hours to fall asleep, then no one had to know.

#iwaoi #iwaizumi x oikawa #haikyuu!!#iwaoi drabble #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu fluff #writers on tumblr #iwaoi fanfiction #oikawa hcs #iwaizumi hcs #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaoi fluff #iwaoi headcanon #iwaoi hc #iwaoi oneshot

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moonctzeny · 4 years

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Never really yours

anon: Just wanted to say that "The bet" was absolutely cute!!! If you are still taking requests, I'd love to have celebrity!au + Taeyong + exes + 26 I'm looking forward to your next writings :)!

“Baby, please. Being with you once a month is still so much better than not being with you at all. I can’t live without you” “And I can’t keep looking for flakes of happiness in the same place that I lost it”.

pairing: celebrity! Taeyong x fem! reader

genre: angst, smut

word count: 1,734

warnings: mentions of death, drinking, slight body worship, breakups, for the love of god don’t read this if you’re freshly broken up

a/n: sorry for the angst, hope you like it anon!

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How did you get yourself into this mess again?

He looks good, his hair a turquoise shade only he could pull off that well. You wondered how he found time to attend your common friend’s birthday party tonight, it’s been months since anyone in your life had seen him in person. Being a k-pop idol meant having almost no free time and as Taeyong’s ex-girlfriend, you knew that too well.

You don’t know how you found yourself tangled up with him in your sheets.

It started off with an awkward greeting, your friend’s apartment not big enough for you to avoid stumbling upon each other. He asks you about your life, about work, about your favourite TV show ending. You lie about everything being fine, not mentioning the fact that you’ve been waking up crying every night because he keeps visiting your dreams. Hugging your waist, kissing your knuckles, only for you to open your eyes to see the cold spot he left in your bed. In turn, you ask him about Ruby, and when he tells you she passed away, big eyes brimmed with tears and avoiding yours, you insist you sit down with him and share a beer.

Taeyong isn’t a good drinker, but he would gladly do it if it meant spending more time with you. An hour of catching up and you remember exactly what drew you to him in the first place and what convinced you to get in a committed relationship with someone so unattainable. He is so sensitive, so sweet. Attentive to everything you had to say, gentle and encouraging with his words. He always knew how to calm you down, all your problems you shared with him shrinking into nothingness the moment he reassured you everything was going to be okay.

You know you shouldn’t have let him grab your hands, but the circles he drew on them with his thumbs had a drug-like effect on you. You know you shouldn’t have run your hands through his hair, but the little mewl he let as he nuzzled his head against you, made all your constraints fall out the window.

“I can’t stop thinking about you”, he murmurs as soon as the beer can is less than half full and you choose to believe him. He insists on walking you home and you agree, knowing damn well he will follow you upstairs without any complaints from you.

From the moment he steps into your apartment, he has his lips glued on yours. Hungry, fervent kisses were exchanged between you, making you struggle to lock your front door. You move onto the couch, never breaking away from each other and discarding a piece of clothing with each step.

“I’ve missed you so much”, Taeyong whispers against your lips and you want to pinch yourself to make sure this isn’t one of the countless scenarios your mind fabricates for you in your sleep. You want to say it back but you’ve cried it so many times in your pillow that it seemed pointless to be repeated.

He pulls you on his lap, hands running over your sides to unfasten your bra. Sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, his doe eyes look up at you to gauge your reaction. He loves when you tell him he does a good job, that he makes you feel good, such a people pleaser that it makes your heart ache.

“Mmm, yes baby. Your lips feel so good”

His eyes light up in your praise, urging him to flick his tongue over your bud until you’re moaning his name. You know your pleasure is his number one priority but the sensitivity is getting too much and you haven’t had enough of him yet. Crouching down, you pull his hair to rest on the couch’s headrest when you start nibbling on his neck.

“No marks”, he pleads, “I have a photoshoot tomorrow”

Ah, yes, there it is. That stomach-churning feeling that has the memories you’ve tried so hard to repress flooding your mind in a second. That little voice that reminds you that Taeyong is never really yours. Missed birthdays, missed anniversaries, missed calls. Homemade dinner you prepared for him getting cold due to another practice taking too long. Waiting for a week for a mere notification, a voice message. Only getting to hear his voice by turning on the TV, seeing his smile through a screen. Were you his significant other or his fan? Did his most loyal fans know even more about your boyfriend than you? No. Maybe they knew about his favourite number, or his album sales, but you knew how to do this.

You kneel down in front of him, springing his member out of his boxers and putting him into your mouth. Slurping around him intensely, you let your tongue hang out as his tip hits your soft palate. He moans at the feeling and you gloat over the sounds he is making just for you. You knew how to make him feel good, and you had to prove to yourself that you meant something to him, maybe even as much as he meant to you.

After some more minutes of your pampering he pulls you up, and starts leaving kisses over every part of your body his lips can reach. He murmurs about how beautiful they are, how beautiful you are, how much he missed you. His words were as sweet as they were addictive, so you lead him to your bedroom to shut him up.

Taeyong soon finds himself on top of you, naked and rubbing his cock over your folds that are undoubtedly wet by this point. You haven’t slept with anyone since your breakup but you don’t tell him that. Hell, you couldn’t even admit to yourself that his loving was the only physical contact you were really craving, but the moment he dives into you it’s hard to deny it.

He captures your lips in a devout kiss, contrasting his deepening thrusts. You hold on to his arms to try and ground yourself from the pleasure that is devouring you completely. This feels so familiar, so right that you want to scream. How unfair is it that someone has to rip these moments of intimacy with him, that you need near as damn much as oxygen at this point, away from you?

One of his thrusts soon hits that sensitive spot in you and you moan at him loudly to do it again. He concentrates in pleasuring you more deeply and opens your legs further in the process, pinning your knees onto the mattress. The motion is rigorous and your neighbors must hate you for the thumping of the bedpost against the wall but you couldn’t care less. His eyes are focused on your contorting expressions, widening the moment your mouth drops open at the wave of your orgasm washing over you.

Nothing can compare to the feeling of having the person you genuinely love connect with you through body and soul. In these serotonin-filled moments of your pussy gripping him, trying to coax an orgasm from him, nothing has changed. You’re still together, like those times you sneaked a quicky in his dorms after dance practice. Or those times he managed to stay over at your place to have a movie marathon and binge on his favorite sweet potato snacks. Or those rare times he took you out on a date under the moonlight of the UN Village hills, making promises about forevers.

Taeyong doesn’t take long to cum, panting and glistening in after-sex glow, and you think you’ve never seen anything more stunning. He plops next to you, one arm serving as a pillow under your head, the other drawing abstract shapes over your tummy. You don’t know what to say as the euphoria starts to wear off, leaving you in the uncomfortable realization of what you just did. He is the one who breaks the silence first.

“Sometimes, I sit in bed and wonder what would happen if things were different”

Oh, God knows you did too. You’ve spent the majority of your relationship daydreaming about an alternative universe, where Taeyong is just your colleague from work that you started dating, where you can go to the grocery store down the street with him, or kiss his hand in the daylight without fearing for his career ending. Your answer was quite different though.

“Don’t. There’s no use.”

He turns his torso around, leaning on the hand behind you to look at you.

“Why?”

“Because”, you sigh, hating the way he furrows his eyebrows like he didn’t agree with your breakup as well, “you won’t give up being a celebrity and I can’t stand only seeing you once a month. We’ve been over this”

“Well, this time it can be different! I can ask for less promotions and you can ask for more day offs. We can make this work!”

“No, we can’t Taeyong!” You move away from him now, using up every ounce of self-control to deny him. “You think I didn’t try as hard as I could the first time around? This isn’t sustainable and you know it.”

“Why can’t we just try again? And if it doesn’t work then-”

“Then what? What will happen when I need you and you won’t be able to be here? Do you know how much it fucking hurts to only hold on to memories of you? It almost doesn’t matter if we’re together or not, I still miss you all the same!”

You get up from the bed, covering yourself with a bathrobe, blinking again and again to keep the tears from spilling out. He is looking back at you with those big puppy eyes that you love the most and you hate yourself for the way they lost their sparkle.

“Baby, please. Being with you once a month is still so much better than not being with you at all. I can’t live without you”

“And I can’t keep looking for flakes of happiness in the same place that I lost it”. It was so hard to avoid his eye contact, so hard to keep yourself from snuggling up to him in the bedsheets and let yourself get carried away in the lie. But you had to be strong, for the both of you. “I think it’s time you should go”

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the-last-millenial-disaster · 3 years

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Hi!!! I love ur headcannons!! Can you make a post on the agents favorite subjects please??

(a/n: Thank you for the ask! I’ll assume you mean school subjects? Because that’s what I’ll be doing)

Okay we’re gonna go in proper order.

Brimstone: History nerd. Popped off at every single US history quiz there was, had and still does vast trivia knowledge of world’s history and excelled in any political science related debate topic. Even in the army, he made time to pick up a book now and then.

Viper: You’re not going to believe this but...chemistry. Who would have thought. She was impossible to beat.

Omen: Physical science. I can’t list the exact subject since we dont really know where he went to school, but I always headcannoned him as someone who ended up majoring in Physics.

Killjoy: Math and Computer science. Mainly because it was easy for her. She taught herself programming way before they brought it up in school. She can remember numbers like noone’s business. Killjoy really enjoyed math since she could always come to a logical conclusion, and numbers just made sense to her (as much as many would argue otherwise).

Cypher: He could never keep his fingers from fiddling with something, so he took a liking to technology. It introduced him to a world of possibilities. If he got anything less than top marks in math he would beat himself up about it for weeks. Cypher was one of those talented students that didn’t have to try to excel. He became fluent in French before his sweet 17 (if you didn’t know french is mandatory in Moroccan schools). But like it often happens with ‘gifted’ children, school started catching up to him as he neared the end of his general secondary school. Due to his uh...unlawful commitment he continued his education by himself from 18 forward.

Sova: Homeschooled, since he was brought up in literal tundra. Adores Russian literature and, as a matter of fact, has the biggest book collection in the entire V.P. base. Big enough for them to start calling it The Library. Collection cosists of books in various languages, english alphabet and Cyrilllic script. He liked natural sciences too, but he learned all of that in practice, on the hunt.

Sage: Sage loved social sciences, especially philosophy. She also adored Arts and is still a very talented artist.

Phoenix: PE. I mean. What did you expect exactly. He was quite popular, and played football (soccer not whatever Americans think they’re doing) on the school team.

Jett: Well...for her it’s a bit complicated. South Korea demands a lot from their students, the enviornment is incredibly competitive. Jett really wanted to be an athlete, she excelled in any physical activity. Unfortunately, her parent(s) didn’t support her, so she had to become what they wanted her to be. That caused her to hate school, hate her parent(s), and go trough a long rebellious phase she never truly grew out of.

Reyna: She was generally uninterested in school and never had a favourite subject. However, she enjoyed the competitive nature of PE.

Raze: Chemistry. Raze was always a curious person. Her interests changed constantly, until she found out how to make things explode. Then her interests varied only for the things she could throw high up in the air.

Breach: Ok ok I know what you guys are expecting, but his favourite subject wasn’t PE. They barely let him go to a normal school, since he didn’t have the high tech prosthesis when he was a kid. Breach was always somehow excluded from the PE classes and the only feeling he can associate with that class is loneliness. Instead, teenage Breach focused more on subjects that were more theory than practice. He loved Swedish. He loved English. In the last couple years of high school, he got his first advanced prosthesis. That’s when he started to take a liking to everything that helped him improve his motorics. He started with higher intensity sports and became the Breach you know and love.

Skye: Now here’s a born and raised naturallist. She was always curious about the environment and as a result excelled in environmental studies, along with Indigenous studies and Geography. Being a very outdoorsy person she would have been fine with school, if only they didn’t make her sit in one place for six hours.

(A/N: The amount of research I did for this ask beats my school related search history. Not sure if that’s good or bad. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! My inbox is always open for new requests or just saying hello. Seriously, the amount of serotonin that releases after I get an ask is ridiculous.

I wanted to thank all of the people who are following me, the support you have shown me is greatly appreciated and motivating.

The upcoming posts will include:

Reyna headcannons

Theory post about Omen & Viper

Sova Headcannons

I plan to eventually do all of them, but if you’d like me to start working on some earlier, let me know. Right now I’m just making them in random order.)

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greasygyeom · 4 years

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gigil | ten

pairing: Ten x Female Reader (Fluff)

words: 1.9k

warnings: might be disgustingly cute idk.

A/N: Gigil is a word used to describe the overwhelming feeling that comes over us when we see something cute.

At 1 am, with bare minimum noises in the background, save for a stray car zooming away in the distance and a blanket of stars overhead, Ten walked back to his apartment; feet dragging on the pavement, as they traced his displeasure along the way.

For the third night in a row he’d had to stay overtime at office, simply because someone else had been too lazy to finish their portion of work assigned to them.

Had it been any other day, he would have pulled through without feeling this level of annoyance. Any other week, he would not have complained; he liked working alone, when no one was around to disturb him and ask him stupid questions. But the fact that this was happening during the few days your schedule wasn’t as tight knit as usual, was really testing his patience.

He’d thought long and hard on whether he was being too dramatic about it, because it wasn’t like he never got to see you—your off days always had his name written on them—it was just that off-late he’d been wanting to see a lot more of you.

For him, dating you had started as a breezy ‘hmm I’ll see where this takes me, I’m not looking for anything serious’, but had quickly and quite irreversibly morphed into an intense whirlwind of ‘fuck, I might love her’ and at the end of six months it had rendered him dizzy.

He didn’t know when exactly he’d started to crave more of your attention, but on days it overpowered his entire existence. He wasn't yet used to the out of the blue pangs of wanting to hug you until you fell asleep in his arms, but he loved the warm and fuzzy feeling thoughts like these left him with.

On most days he could prioritise his work over his neediness for you. Today though? Today had been one of those days, where it had served as a roadblock between what he had to do and what he really wanted to do. Instead of being in bed, cuddled with you, watching a cute coming of age movie, he had to stay back and redraw the anatomy for a new character because some of his peers were incompetent.

Half an hour of brooding and a long silent walk later, he finally reached his building. On his last call you had already been yawning, so he assumed you were fast asleep and entered the apartment as quietly as he possibly could… only to find you lying on the floor.

His heart dropped down to his stomach as the worst, most horrible thoughts of you being injured and unconscious and him being too late in taking you to the hospital clouded his mind.

His panic lasted only about 30 seconds though, until he switched on the lights and it unravelled a completely different story.

You were passed out on the floor alright, but because you’d fallen asleep cuddling with his cat. He didn’t see the cat because your back was facing the entrance. Louis had fit himself comfortably in the crevice of your concave form, lying curled up, snug next to your stomach and was using your arm as a pillow.

Ten’s heartbeat slowed down with the realisation that you were indeed alive and okay and he breathed in a sigh of relief, giggling fondly at the sight of you two sleeping so peacefully; completely unaware of his presence.

He was kinda jealous of Louis, which was an insane thought, but he wanted in on what looked like a super cozy cuddle session.

Of course, he had to grab his phone and take some pictures first—how could he pass off this opportunity to stock up on some free serotonin. But as soon as he was done taking photos from every angle, he sat on the floor next to you, your back towards him, and rested his chin on your waist. It was a challenge to not kiss the sliver of skin peeking through, from between your shirt and boxers and an even bigger challenge to not wake you up.

He extended an arm to pet Louis, but the cat wasn’t having any of it.

Within minutes Louis was out of sight and reach and it was just the two of you, on the cold floor. With no cat to disturb, his attention naturally wandered over to you. It was too tempting to not kiss your bare skin. Your hands were tucked under your head, like a makeshift pillow; sooner than later you were bound to get uncomfortable—it only made sense to wake you up. It was definitely not because you looked too cute and he couldn’t stand not being able to squish you.

“Baby” he whispered softly, “Wake up.”

You stirred at the sound of his voice, pushing your body towards him, but not really moving.

He had the widest grin plastered on his face, just looking at you. “Let’s go to bed, you’re sleeping on the floor.”

You hummed in response, too lethargic to actually move and also just a scat annoyed.

When he stroked your cheek, you shivered under his touch, goosebumps forming all over your body. His touch was electric.

Feeling a bit smug about the reaction he just elicited out of you, he pulled your shirt up, just enough to expose your waist, and planted soft kisses alongside your ribs.

You squirmed with every kiss, until you were wide awake and sitting upright, fighting him off.

“Why why why” he giggled, as you pushed him away.

“Why!! Look at the tiiime.” You whined, not letting him have his way for the 800th time.

His face fell, “I know baby, I’m sorry. If it makes you feel better, I was really sulky the whole time I was there and not here.”

“No, that does not make me feel better.” You replied, “I don’t want you to sulk when you’re working.”

“Ayee you can’t have both.”

“Both what?”

“Be mad at me and not let me be mad at my work.”

“I’m not mad at you.” You pouted, crawling into his lap, “I just really missed you.”

There was something so soothing about your presence, something he couldn’t really explain. He held you tight and buried his head in the crook of your neck, taking in the faint vanilla-esque scent you naturally emanated.

“I missed you too, baby.”

You ran your fingers through his brownish-blonde hair, your heart skipping beats every time you felt his hot breath on your skin. You weren’t one to feel ticklish easily at all, except for under his touch. It was a phenomenon that perplexed you too. So when he slipped his hand under your shirt, to feel your skin, you shivered again.

He raised his head and gave you a knowing, smug smile.

God he was so infuriating with how attractive he looked when he smiled like that.

“You’re lucky you’re this cute.”

He grinned even wider. “Oh? What’s that? You think I’m cute?”

“Yeah, I think you’re very cute. What of it?”

The cutest laugh escaped his lips and he cupped your face, “I think you’re cuter, now please kiss me.”

He puckered his lips and in anticipation, closed his eyes, deliberately acting like a cringey young adult rom-com hero, but two could play that game, right?

You pecked him on his cheek instead.

His dramatic reaction sent you into a fit of laughter and the whole time you were trying to contain yourself, he was gazing at you as if nothing else existed in his world, with the goofiest, most endearing smile on his face.

He’d never told you he loved you—even though it’s all he’d thought about the past couple of days—partly because he was scared and partly because he didn’t want to scare you away.

But the way you made his whole being melt into a mush of happiness, made him not want to hold it in anymore.

“Hey,” he interrupted your hysterics in a serious tone, causing you to stop and look at him. You couldn’t match the intensity in his eyes, but it sparked a wildfire at the pit of your stomach.

“I love you”

Did you hear that right? Did he say he loved you?

“You what?”

“I love you.”

You beamed ecstatically. “Good, ‘cuz I love you too.”

“Oh thank god” he exhaled in relief, but before he could finish that sentence you had him caught up in a long, sweet kiss that knocked the wind out of his lungs.

In the dead of the night, you could only hear his soft moans as you bit and sucked on his lower lip. His hands wandered all over your body, grabbing and teasing you, while you focused on how he tasted like liquor and chocolate, without having any.

Everything about him was intoxicating.

“Let’s go in”, he signalled towards his room, when you finally parted away from him.

You looked delectable with your messy hair and slightly swollen lips. Ten wanted to devour you.

“Ohhhhh Mr. Lee why do you want to take me into your bedroom at 2:30 AM.. What are your intentions?”

“To show you how much I love you.” he seduced, “Will you let me?”

“I’ll let you do whatever you want, baby” you replied, getting up and holding your hand out to help him.

“I wonder what good deeds I did to have found you in my life.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked towards his room. “And I wonder the exact opposite.”

He gasped. “Is that how it is huh? I guess you’ll never find out how much I love you then.”

“Aww.” You chuckled, closing the distance between you, “It’s okay, I can show you right here how much I love you instead?”

“No, I can feel Louis looking at us and I’m not about to traumatise my son. So, I’m gonna give him some treats and be right in.”

“Fifteen minutes or I’m going to sleep.”

“I’ll take five.”

“You and I both know you need at least fifteen minutes with Louis.”

How does this woman know me so well, he thought to himself walking over to where his cat was perched.

“What do you think, Louis? Did I do the right thing” Ten whispered, nuzzling his nose in the fluffy fur.

Louis meowed.

“Yeah, I think so too. She’s really great isn’t she.”

Louis meowed again, making him chuckle.

While pouring some dry food in the bowl for his cat he realised he actually hadn’t eaten anything since afternoon, yet he felt full… full of this happiness and a kind of contentment that he’d never experienced before. He cringed at this disgustingly sappy thought and made his way back to you, into the bedroom.

You were sprawled on the bed, already asleep, not even having managed to get under the blanket.

“So cute”, he fondly murmured, as he got in bed too and encompassed you completely in a hug—his arms now wrapped around your waist and one leg overlapping both of yours.

You stirred, but he pulled you in closer,

“It’s okay, go back to sleep baby.”

He heard a little affirmative hum and you turned around to face him—eyes half closed—to give him a tiny peck on his lips and then hid your face in his chest.

You started falling back into your world of dreams and he fell right in with you, following you through a field of daisies, admiring your beauty as the sun glowed on your face; just like he would if you were awake. And tell you a thousand times over how beautiful he thought you were and love you and kiss you until you fell right back into his arms at the end of every night.

There was something so sweet about that feeling, it made you smile and you thought yeah… it seemed like a good way to spend the rest of your life.

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