#the other two events he was simply wearing pants

[miryum]

☆ 18+ minors dni ☆

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who comes over to your house just at first to get away from Crime Alley and his parents. Your parents welcome him with open arms and encourage him to come over because they don’t want to see him stuck at home with abusive and addicted parents

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who doesn't think much of you at first – you’re just another person in his sphere of knowledge. You’re just the little sister of his best friend and someone else who sits at the dinner table when he stays over 

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who begins to notice you once you enter high school after him and your brother. His place in your family is becoming more solidified as the years go on and as his father is sent to prison 

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who begins to tease you when he comes over to hang out with your brother. He begins to ask offhandedly where you are and seems a bit disappointed whenever you’re out with friends or at an extracurricular

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who tags along to see all of your performances or sporting events or concerts and sends you a little smirk after each one, congratulating you along with the rest of your family

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who slowly becomes more integrated into your world and who you begin to notice – not as simply one of your brother's friends, but as a potential crush as high school continues 

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who makes sure to smile at you in the hallway during passing times and who never acts like the stuck-up upperclassman who’s too good for you (even if that’s how your brother acts)

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who begins to routinely flirt with you whenever he comes over. Snide little comments like “Y/n knows what I’m talking about” and “Princess, you want me to proofread your essay? Lord knows you need it” with that infuriating smirk

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who gets a glow-up over the summer between 11th and 12th year and sends your little 10th grade heart beating wildly

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who sees this and sends a simple wink your way

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who spends sleepless nights debating whether he should act on his feelings or if he was just being creepy thinking about an underclassman 

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who can never explain why he doesn't go on any dates anymore and stays stubbornly single even when your brother begins to date more steadily

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who won’t ever admit that thoughts of you on your family vacation to the lake that he was invited on, wearing your swimsuit, water dripping down your body after he threw you in the lake, enter his mind when he has his hand down his pants

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who cheekily asks you if you have a date to his senior prom, heart actually beating in his chest, worried you would just see him as a friend of your brother’s

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who picks you up in a handsome suit and tie, hair coiffed and jaw dropped when you hurry down the stairs in your prom dress, your mom gushing over you two. Your brother’s brows furrow slightly when he sees Jason’s blush and wide eyes, but doesn’t say anything of it

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who makes sure he’s the only one who dances with you at prom and brushes aside any glances of a senior and sophomore together. There are other sophomores there, but usually in a friend group comprising of both juniors and sophomores

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who corners you after prom before school, beginning the conversation all smooth and suave with “how’d you like being on my arm last night, sweetheart?” but by the end of the conversation he’s a bashful little boy, stuttering out how he knows he’s a senior and going off to college soon, but also really likes you and was wondering if you wanted to go out to a movie or get ice cream later

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who tells your brother he’s officially dating someone, but doesn’t say who. Never mind that you’ve been coming home more happy and blushing 

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who, once he turns 18, gets a little nervous that people will think of him as a paedophile. He worries that once he goes off to college, you’ll forget about him and move onto a “younger” man (even though Jason’s only two years older and is going to Gotham University so he’ll still be close by)

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who takes you out on the weekend of your seventeenth birthday (you told your parents your friends were taking you out, which wasn’t lying, per se) and treats you how he always thought you should be treated

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who books you two a hotel room that night and positively keens at the idea of taking your virginity

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who lays you down on the hotel bed and takes his lovely time with you. Whenever you mutter, “if my brother finds out…” he rewards you with a little swat to the thigh and replies, “I don’t wanna be thinking about your brother right now”

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who finds that sweet spot behind your earlobe and a million other sweet spots all while circling your clit over your underwear. “Oh, sweetheart, look at how wet you are for me,” he coos and when you blush, he kisses your cheeks and says, “no, no, it shows me how much you want me”

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who gets addicted to your pussy. He decides that your pussy ruined all other pussies when you clenched around him; but what really did it for him was that little whimper you made, murmuring out his name, when he first pushed into you, bottoming out

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who makes sure you spend the rest of the weekend trapped in his arms, his body braced above yours. He treats you to a bubble bath and kisses and cuddles afterwards, gently massaging your clit, another hand cupping your breast

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who drives you back home and finally has to confront your brother, who’s standing, cross armed, in the doorway of your home

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who carefully explains the situation to your brother, making sure your brother knows you were fully consenting, and even then, if there was any blame to place, it would be on him. Your brother finally relents on the condition that he would beat Jason up if he ever hurt his younger sister. Jason replies, “you won’t have to worry about that. If I ever hurt her, I’ll beat myself up”

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who makes time on weekends and in between college courses to visit you and who even “helps” you with homework (i.e. distracts you by pressing lazy, open mouth kisses on your neck from behind as you try to study)

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who spends even more time at your house now, an arm around your shoulders and kissing your forehead every three seconds. Your parents are much more chill with Jason dating you than your brother and officially think of him as part of the family

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who, by the time he’s picked out the engagement ring, your dad is already calling him “son”

#miryum's dc universe #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd #headcanon #brothers best friend #hear me out here #we love jason todd #age gap? #dc x reader #dcu #dc comics #jason todd didn't die #not proofread

[keerysfreckles]

OKAY BUUT IF ITS NOT TO MUCH CAN U DO A LUKE CASTELLAN X APOLLO READER AND LIKE IF U EVER HEARD pure as the driven snow (hunger games song) I CAN TOTALLY SEE APOLLO READER SINGING THIS TO HIM INFRONT OF PEOPLE

(Sorry for typing in caps I got excited 😰 but it’s okay if u don’t this request 🫶🫶🫶)

mamma mia — luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x apollo fem!reader

warnings: none!

a/n: i did twist this request only with the song, i used lay all your love on me by abba :) i hope you still like it!

masterlist !

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱

saturday's were y/n's favorite day. not only because it was a free day throughout the whole camp, but also because of the apollo singalong at the bonfire.

every weekend a camper or two from apollo's cabin would take turns performing to start off the night. this weekend it was y/n's turn.

herself, and her two closest friends from the cabin were all getting ready. abigail, a tall brunette, was wearing a blue and purple 70s inspired jumpsuit. they were flared at the bottom of the legs and elbows of the sleeves. she finished the look with her hair straightened with a matching purple scarf acting as a headband.

stephanie, a shorter blonde, was wearing a green and silver two piece 70s set. it was a halter styled top, paired with bell bottom pants. she wore the same white boots abigail had, and had her platinum blonde hair in a ponytail, with her bangs covering her forehead.

stephanie and abigail were currently setting up their mini stage for their performance. the other campers were starting to file in the area, filling the empty seats of the amphitheatre fairly quickly. stephanie noticed hermes' cabin was front and center. both girls knew y/n would love the fact her boyfriend was right in front of the stage.

abigail and stephanie finished setting the stage, and went to get y/n from the cabin as chiron and mr. d started to announce tonight's events.

"will you hurry up? lover boy is out there waiting," stephanie walks into the cabin, before looking over her outfit once more in the mirror.

"what steph means to say, is the stage is set, and camp is waiting for you," abigail stands behind y/n at the shared vanity, and places her hands on her shoulders.

y/n continues fiddling with her hair, which was teased slightly, with a white headband, with a few front pieces framing her face. she had a similar 70s inspired outfit like abigails. hers was pink and orange, and the top was cropped. her bottoms were the same colors and they had five layers of ruffles adorning the bottom. of course, she had matching white boots just like her sisters.

"what if i mess up?" y/n asks no one in particular.

abigail continues rubbing her shoulders, "you've never messed up one of our performances, why is this one so different?"

y/n shrugs, "maybe the fact luke and i are dating now? and i guess i still want to impress him."

"he's impressed with anything you do," stephanie speaks up from the other side of the cabin, "this can just be another thing he brags about to his friends. how cool his girlfriend, and her friends, are."

y/n stands from the vanity, and simply holds her arms out, "group hug before we go out there."

stephanie and abigail happily oblige before the trio start walking towards the amphitheatre. the three girls grab their matching white microphones and get into their very stereotypical stances on stage, just as chiron finishes his speech.

the music starts, which makes all the campers quit their side conversations.

abigail, y/n and stephanie who were in a line, were now in a triangle, as abigail starts singing.

"i wasn't jealous before we met. now every woman i see is a potential threat. and i'm possessive it isn't nice. you've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice."

abigail continues to sing the second verse, when y/n takes the center of the stage as abigail and stephanie stand behind her.

"don't go wasting your emotion, lay all your love on me."

as soon as y/n met luke's eyes as she sang her line, she could've sworn she saw hearts in his eyes.

stephanie sang the next two verses, as y/n and abigail had choreography while they were behind the blonde.

y/n moved to the middle again, and the trio all began dancing with the same choreography. she started singing thr chorus again.

"don't go wasting your emotion, lay all your love on me. don't go sharing your devotion, lay all your love on me."

the campers had started clapping along and moving to the rhythm of the song, as the girls on stage sang another verse and the chorus a few more times.

as the song came to a close, y/n brought both of her friends into a hug, before chiron instructed for the ares cabin to gather the firewood for the bonfire.

y/n was talking with abigail and stephanie on stage, and shrieked when she felt a pair of arms pick her up and spin her around. her feet land on the marble ground instead of the stage. she turns in the stranger's arms and her smile grows once she sees luke.

"you look like you walked right out of an abba music video," he laughs.

"that was kinda the point babe," she leans up and kisses his cheek. "did you like the song?"

luke nods quickly, "you all were amazing, but you," he paused to kiss y/n's forehead, "i couldn't keep my eyes of you."

"it was meant for you, if you couldn't put that together," y/n giggles.

"oh i was hoping it was meant for me. if it was for any other camper i wouldn't hesitate to share a few words with you missy," he tries to sound affirmative with y/n, but it only makes the girl laugh more. the couple and the rest of the campers who were standing were all instructed to sit by chiron, as the ares' kids all came back with firewood.

luke kissed y/n's cheek once more before he dragged her to sit with him for the rest of the night.

#shelbi writes #keerysfreckles #luke castellan #luke castellan x you #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x y/n #luke castellan x fem!reader #luke castellan x fem reader #pjo #pjo series #pjo tv #pjo show #pjo tv show #percy jackson #percy jackson series #percy jackson show #percy jackson tv show #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians show

[sashi-ya]

東京 NIGHTS mini event

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𓂃 ࣪˖ toji fushiguro x f! reader

⤹˚ synopsis. a miserable Toji founds the living image of his death wife in you, a sex worker at Kabukicho.

requested by: Anonymous ➡ omg i've been waiting for you to write for jjk!!! please Sashi, can you write an nsfw toji x f! reader with the prompt The red lights of Kabukichō. tw: MNDI. dark! content. reader is a sex worker from the kabukicho red district. toji has no respect for you. oral, rough, spanking, slapping, unprotected sex, cream pie implied, you look like Megumi's mom. first time I write for Toji pls be soft on me. wc: 2k masterlist

A lucky round, for the very first time at Pachinko. Fushiguro Toji feels pleased; he lies on the backrest of his seat, right in front of an old machine and next to many other people desperately trying to win something. The more desperate they get, the more they lose.

Poker, Mahjong, horse races. money, lose the money. lose your life, lose the time until it is over.

“It looks like you have a lot of luck tonight, mister” a woman whose face he simply ignores, paws his wide frame.

“Get off, bitch” he mutters, scaring her away with his sharp -but really tired- eyes.

The lady walks away, spitting expletives that Toji couldn’t hear -nor cared to do so-. However, consequences were about to hit him.

Two guys, or maybe gorillas, appeared right behind his seat. “Sir, I must ask you to leave” one of them says, trying to snatch him from behind, passing one of the arms around his neck.

Unfortunately for them, as well as for Toji, the strength and speed of his Zen’in body  allows him to not only avoid the attack but also smash the head of the aforementioned gorilla against the Pachinko machine.

“Fuck you” he grunts, knowing too damn well the aggression didn’t come because of him disrespecting a lady but rather because his “luck” wasn’t welcomed into their business.

Honestly, given the right moment, Toji would have killed them both in no time… but tonight was different; some years -he doesn’t even remember how many- have passed and today marked the anniversary of his wife passing.

Toji stole a bun from the guy that was sitting by his side and walked away from the Pachinko parlor before the astonished looks of the people there. Nobody dared to follow him, they knew death would find them if they dared to mess a single second more with that man.

His steel blue eyes shine red as the lights of Kabukichō receive him in their sensual embrace. The attractive concupiscence of beautiful women dancing on windows catches his attention, but no woman is enough to make him feel any type of pleasure.

He is well aware of the many scams there, but he is sure nobody could scam him more than he could scam them.

Many women and men come closer, wearing revealing suggesting outfits; they touch him, they call him inside their “shops”. Yet, Toji still walks unaware, as if possessed. Some even offer him their services for free, his handsomeness is undeniable; his strong physique, delicious and tempting.

“Sir, sir!” you call him, tapping insistently on his wide shoulder. “SIR!” you repeat, as he seems not to hear anything around.

Toji turns around, all of a sudden, grabbing your hand to stop poking him. “What the fuck do you want, I don’t wanna fuck you… you…” he angrily barks, stopping immediately after watching your face.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to… your… your wallet just fell from your pants” you tell him, scared and feeling the tight grip intensify around your wrist.

His eyes burn holes into yours, his expression turns troubled, darker. He is not blinking, and perhaps even not breathing.

“Do you work here?” he asks. “It’s my first night… I was promoting that- bar” you point out to the entrance of a quite ratchet facility of red and pink lights and semi naked woman pictures on their walls.  “I… your wallet” you murmur, showing him the black ragged leathery pouch that feels light and empty.

He lets your arm go and takes the wallet with absolutely no interest. His eyes, however, never let go of your face… you must be an interest to him?

“You… what’s your surname?” he asks, as if he was waiting to hear something revealing.

You frown; why would a complete stranger ask for your surname? Men in here only want one thing, and to them what’s your name is totally irrelevant for that purpose.

“It’s (Surname)” you tell him, either way. You had nothing to lose, after all.

He seems relieved but also a little disappointed. Truth is, that you look incredibly similar to his late wife… “Come here, I want you” he simply states, pulling from your hand to the inside of your work place.

You follow him with no time to say no… you wouldn’t say no anyway.

There is not much your boss can do either; he is in fact pleased to know that right after he hired you, you have already given him a client.

You open the door to the “rooms”. Precarious looking places that no man cares about as they only care the true purpose of his visit.

Once inside one of them, you close the door, and the red lights bathe both of your bodies as if it was a blood bath.

“Sir, which service would yo-“ you ask, but you are immediately silenced by his hand on your mouth. He pushes you to a round bed, making your back hit violently the mattress. You blink twice before he could pounce into you.

Toji is big enough to smash you with his body, and you honestly would love to die underneath his prominent chest tonight.

“I don’t care about the services you give, spread those legs” he orders, slapping the inner side of your knees.

You let your legs open wide, falling to each side. The short skirt you were wearing invites him to taste you; the buffed man with a scar on his lip sees everything you have to offer.

He smirks, so dark. And then, takes his black shirt off. His body is by far better than what you thought that tight shirt had already revealed to you. Each muscle perfectly showing like it’s been sculpted on his skin. The wide shoulders and prominent collarbones and pecs… he is the total embodiment of carnal desire.

Toji’s brute hands rip your almost transparent thong now; the elastic band snapping on your hipbone makes you squirm owning yourself to get his hand around your neck. “Stay still, bitch. You will have enough time to squirm around once I fuck you”

Your insides tremble, your core tenses. Such a disrespect makes you hornier instead of mad.

“Y-yes…” you stutter, finishing your words with a loud moan as his fingers penetrate you. Your back arches, and the more it does, the more he squeezes your neck.  

With lack of air and probably blue lips, your eyes turn white from pleasure. Your legs tend to close but you can’t as Toji prevents them to shutting.

“Hold on there, don’t close them. I need to prep you, you are too tight to me” he spits, reaching deeper with curled beckoning fingers hitting your top wall. You clench to the sheets, coffing and trying to grasp for some air… this man will kill you, and you will be smiling at him.

He takes his fingers out of you, giving you some seconds to rest. You watch your own arousal dripping down his hand and forearm. Toji sticks his tongue out in a disgusting, yet absolutely sexy way, and licks your salty products right from there.

“Not as good as my wife, but still good” he murmurs, leaving you startled… he has a wife?

Well, not exactly.

He turns you around from your right ankle, this man’s strength surpasses any limits. Your face hit the mattress, leaving you a little bit dizzy from the fall. Immediately after you could react, you feel two big hands lifting your ass from under your lower belly.

Knees carved on the bed, and also head as one of his heavy hands pass from your waist to your nape.

You sense two fingers spreading your folds, and the wet tongue of him licking from your clit to your ass. He has absolutely no decorum to do it, he does it so disgustingly lustful. Toji’s nose buries in your perineum as he sometimes focuses on your throbbing clit, sucking hard until your inner thighs begin to spasm and tremble.

Some spanks are added, that leave your cheeks burning. He goes even down, hitting the back of your thighs, a place that hurts but makes it even better. You are sure by now you must have created a pool of your fluids underneath you, and if not… well, you are most likely about to.

“Ehj… so wet…” he pants once he stops eating you out.

With difficulty you see him through the mirrored walls cleaning his mouth with the back of his forearm. Slanted eyes peek through black strands of hair, they meet yours and It’s both scary and hot.

Toji smirks, so devilishly and turns you once again around from your leg. You are like a mere doll to him.

He buries his fingers in your cheeks, making your lips pout and your eyes widen. You are still panting, so your breathing sounds loudly in between your fingers and a drop of saliva pools right in the middle of your lower lip.

That man has the look of a murderer, of a devil. With just one hand he gets rid of his grey pants along with his underwear. Your eyes confirm why he mentioned the need of you getting “prepped” as he exhibits his hard sex.

Purplish tip, veiny. It is not gigantic, but still constitutes a challenge for anyone to be able to take it. He is not going slow, nor carefully… and you know that for sure.

“I’m going raw, hope you are ready to become a single mother” he lets you know, as if you didn’t know already. You limit yourself to nod. You are honestly more worried for the integrity of your insides than that.

Toji kneels on the bed, sitting on top of his heels. He grabs you by your hips, pulling you over his lap to get your sex closer to his. A sex that with the simple touch of his warm precum covered tip makes your already overstimulated you to shiver.

His fist, also veiny, clench around his shaft. Toji pumps up and down two or three times and then plays with your wetting mess and his, giving you little slaps with his tip.

Strings of transparent lubrication mix; your neediness is that big you squeeze one of your breasts… it seems eternal, the wait, the desire…

The penetration. “Ngh…”

You arch your back while Toji penetrates you deeper and mercilessly, there is no escape as he has you trapped by the sides of your hips. Your toes curl, feeling the stretching of your cunt, and swearing his tip has probably reached a place nobody has ever reached inside you.

He begins fucking you, without moving a single muscle but his muscular arms. He is using you as a fleshlight, and his eyes are fixed in your beautiful pleasure façade.

“Keep moaning that way, you are almost identical” he grunts, moving you in and out faster and harder.

You aren’t very sure to who you are almost identical, but your brain has become nothing but a mere dumb slave of that lustful sexual torture.

He lifts from his heels, along with you. Your face and barely any of your nape remain on the mattress. To him moving your body, he adds his own hip thrusts. The sound of your skin slapping is almost as loud as your whining.

His forearm is the only thing holding you up by the small of your back, while his free hand now rips your little shirt open. Your breasts bounce in pure freedom, calling him to bite them so brutally. And so, he bends over to reach for your hard nipples.

Toji’s eyes never leave your façade, he seems possessed as he enjoys and also suffers.

“Fuck you bitch, how come you are that similar to her… you do the same fucking face” he spits, slapping your face and then burying his index and middle finger inside your mouth.

You choke but suck desperately. Your moans get muffled by his salty fingers; your sex has already undergone the stage of climax more than twice.

He can go for hours, pumping deep in you, biting your breasts, slapping you… and he does, until your conscious begins to fade, and he wishes to fill you up.

“Hold my cum inside, maybe I can give the fucking clan another kid” “Sir…? Which clan?”

I only touched her; I only fucked her because she looked just like you… I miss you, I miss you, I miss you so much...

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #toji x y/n #toji smut #toji x reader #toji x you #toji fushiguro #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujustsu kaisen x reader #toji fushigro x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk drabbles #jjk x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk imagine #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk imagines #jjk headcanons #jjk scenarios

[kyojurismo]

Hi! I hope you’re doing good!

I was wondering if your requests are open. If they are, could I please request headcanons of how douma, yoriichi and kyojuro would react to reader wearing something revealing in a public event? It could be a party, or a date, it’s up to you! Would they get more jealous or turned on?

I’m sorry if my english is kind of bad! And it’s fine if you don’t write for some of them!

Drink water and keep slaying author-chan!

▸ ANSWERING. oh your english is fine dw !! it’s my first time writing for yoriichi and i fear that he’s out of character… i apologise just in case um, here it is by the way <3

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. douma (upper rank two) x fem!reader, kyojuro rengoku x fem!reader, yoriichi tsugikuni x fem!reader

▸ RATING. nsfw

▸ WARNINGS. modern eu! mild smut (or better: horrible smut lol), jealousy, fingering, kissing, not proofread

okay important, for the ambience imagine one of those round party tables pls. it’s super important in kyojuro’s part or else it won’t make sense. that being said, they’re like attending a party for some sort of birthday celebration or like graduation stuff idk, it’s up to you really

DOUMA

i personally think he would get jealous

but it passes soon because he kinda starts clinging to your side more than usual as to mark his territory

he can’t help but stare at you

SiDEeYE to whoever stares longer than 2 seconds

douma grabs your face and pulls you in for a kiss when someone isn’t getting a hint

you’re too stunned to speak after every single kiss

he would take you to the bathroom 🫢

get ready for two things:

1 you won’t see your panties till you get home because they now belong to his pocket

2 stare at your reflection while douma’s gripping your hips and making you see stars

“fuck . . . you look amazing tonight,” he whimpers into your hear, one of his hand wrapped around your neck.

[i’m so down bad for him i just wanna hear douma moan]

needless to say, you’re a mess and douma seems more satisfied than usual

“my beautiful, beautiful woman,” he mutters once you turn around to face him and he gently caress your cheek before kissing your parted lips

KYOJURO RENGOKU

now, kyojuro would be too stunned to speak

he’s hyperventilating on the inside

“darling, you . . . woah, you’re stunning.”

he doesn’t really get that jealous but he too would make sure to let others understand that he’s your boyfriend

coff coff fingering under the table coff coff

kyojuro’s damned skilled fingers

you’re gripping his thigh so hard you’re almost ripping his pants

kyojuro literally started fingering you to discourage those who were staring too long at your figure

and when he licks his finger clean as if nothing happened

“i really want a kiss,” he pleads, staring at you with those gold orbs. you glance at him, “you’re unbelievable.”

of course you give him a little peck on the lips a few moments later, making him smile

he’s holding your hand for the rest of the night, randomly kissing your cheek some times

YORIICHI TSUGIKUNI

man’s on a mission.

doesn’t let anyone stare at you for too long

he doesn’t need to talk or do anything, they simply meet his eyes and look away

it’s amazing because the moment he meets your soft eyes he turns into a puppy

you kiss his chin and smile at him, as if you were oblivious to the hungry eyes surrounding you

you rest your cheek against his arm, enjoying your time with yoriichi

he’s jealous but not that kind of jealous, y’know?

yoriichi hides it well, he’s not one to cause a scene or get the two of you in troubles

but the moment you get home you don’t even get the time to say “it was a fun night . . .” that yoriichi has your back against the nearest wall and is devouring your lips

he’s gently holding your face, about to moan right into your mouth. one of his hands sneaks between your legs but you’re wet enough from the whole make out session that you quickly unzip his pants and pull it down. yoriichi catches up quickly and lift you off the ground before finally sinking into your warm and welcoming cunt. you moan against his lips and tug at his hair, getting lost in the pleasure once he starts thrusting his hips

“you were so beautiful everyone was staring at you, petal,” he smiles against your neck, his ears blessed by your cute little moans. “i love you– shit.”

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. what is this? idk kdjfjf i hope you enjoyed it by the way, have a good day / night <3

#📂 — writing !! #douma x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #yoriichi tsugikuni x reader #douma smut #kyojuro smut #yoriichi smut #kny douma #kny kyojuro #kny yoriichi #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic

[rosedom]

Venti my beloved with A, D, I, K, M, V

Did I go to the max? Yes. Is it because Venti is literally my favorite and I'm madly in love with him? Also yes

-🌙

"you have summoned VENTI for the event . . ."

A/N : I AM MADLY IN LOVE WITH HIM TOO !! i can't believe this is my first drabble with him ,, i need to spoil my precious more . . .

✦ㅤㅤA = aftercare (what he’s like after sex, what he needs from his partner)

venti's the absolute SWEETEST during aftercare ,, no matter what happened—even if it's himself who's left all doe-legged and weak—, he'll fuss over you (but please fuss back, he deserves it !). he'll run his fingers through your hair, always needing to touch you in the aftermath. as you're busy running a damp cloth between his legs, he'll be humming, soft, a gentle melody that reminds you that he's here, that's he's happy. after sex, he's always happy, content: that's all you need.

well, that and a bath. it's not proper aftercare with venti if the two of you don't end up swaddled in the hot, bubbly water of a bathtub. he'll always end up in front of you, his back pressed to your chest with your own thighs bracketing his; he'll turn around, too, try n' bathe you and lather you up with softly scented soaps. it will be quiet between the two of you save for the gentle movements of the water and his quiet humming. bathtub cuddles until the water starts to get cold . . . then toweling each other off, dressing each other, and ultimately falling into bed with one another: all part of venti's ideal aftercare agenda.

✦ㅤㅤD = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of his)

baggy pants and tight tights = perfect leeway to hide a plug. i don't even care: venti is SUCH a sweet lil' anal whore (in the best way possible). i'm not a fan of this word, but there's no other way i can describe how terribly he loves playing with his other hole. there's been many a time where he's kept a plug—small, for when he's out n' about—nice n' snug, a heavy weight in him that he feels as he lounges about. he won't wear it when others will be near, no; but for when he's around windrise? when he's out where nobody will find him? yeah<3

poor guy has definitely gone through a few too many boxer-briefs, tho, the most of them all ruined with his slick when he plays like this . . .

✦ㅤㅤI = intimacy (how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect !)

a poet in the streets and a poet in the sheets. though he may not be in charge, here, venti's still endearingly romantic. he's got an obsession with your heartbeat, too, always trying his damndest to press close to your chest to hear the steady—or labored, depending on if it's your cock thrusting up in him or your fingers—beating of your heart. and even when venti's half out of his mind with pleasure, he'll still find a way to murmur sweet nothings to you: it's all, "I'm—I'm so lucky to have you," and, "i love you, love y—mm !"

as long as he can hear you in any way, he's content: sex-loopy and happy in your arms.

✦ㅤㅤK = kink (one or more of his kinks)

i see a lot of fics talk about a worship kink, but i don't really see it in the way it's commonly portrayed . . . see venti as being a tease about it, of all things, but he would never say, "won't you worship your god?" he would never put himself above you in that way.

but i'm not done. no, not at all. really, he'd melt with body worship—the type he doesn't ask for, but the type you readily give. he'd flush so prettily if you kneel at his feet, tenderling holding and kissing up his tender calves; his blush'd spill down his throat and chest, body so pink in his embarrassment, as your kisses travel higher, higher. he revels in the body worship—only if it's of your own volition—, in the soft presses of your lips against his skin ! it's not a power play, in this way. it's a tender devotion—the same one he shares for you.

and, less poetic: size kink. this guy's body is simply so small. anybody would be large next to him, in him. there's jus' something about a deity's submission . . . somethin' so sweet to me <33

✦ㅤㅤM = motivation (what turns him on and really gets him going)

the littlest of things can get venti's heart beating, but the thing that gets him most, time and time again, is your voice. he's so used to being talkative, for holding up the conversations (which are in no way one-sided ! don't get me wrong ! venti and you are just like that yapper x listener duo<3), that whenever he hears your voice, he always gets lil' butterflies swarming in his belly, a small typhoon of love and lust. especially at night, when he's cuddled into your side as you're dozing off, and you're talking back to him in that sleepy n' raspy voice . . . mmm, you almost know not to talk past 10 because if you do, he'll definitely jump your bones.

he swears he could write sonnets about your voice alone—but, first, he needs you to fuck him silly !

✦ㅤㅤV = volume (how loud he is, what sounds does he make, etc.)

the absolute loudest in bed. you're making him feel good, and he wants to make damn sure you know it (and maybe half of mond while he's at it). it only makes sense that he'd be able to be played like an instrument at that. it's simple: different things make him make different sounds !

for example, suckling at his cock all soft n' sweet makes him gasp, makes each breath leave him shakily . . . his sounds of overstimulation are always hitching cries, these sweet things that come crawled out of his chest. and, god, he always makes the prettiest lil' whimpering whine when you slide in that first finger, right up to the knuckle in his quivering cunt. no sounds of his are truly comparable—they're all gorgeous in their own right, after all—, but my favorite may be the whine he does when you're fucking him, balls-deep and with your own cockhead bumpin' his g-spot, and you reach down to his taint, to his unused lil' hole, all empty n' twitching as his cunt gets all your attention ><

no matter what play you do—nipple, cock, cunt, ass, thigh-grinding, clothed, whatever—, venti is not secretive with his sounds. good thing he's the anemo archon; elsewise, you'd have to have three foot thick walls to prevent him from disturbing your neighbors.

i may have pushed forth my own kink agenda a bit too much . . . haha, oopsies. i'm starting to fall off in the intimacy category 'cos there's only so much i can say without being repetitive between each character/ask o(￣┰￣*)ゞ

6 APR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

#ㅤ✦【 EVENT 】 #holy moly holy holy yhoylhlyyy barbatos #alphabet #sub genshin #genshin smut #sub venti #venti smut #dom reader #i'm probably gonna start slowing down on these and post some more of my normal fic format drabbles ! #got an entirely self-indulgent omegaverse one to post to ao3 soon <3

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Ok, but for your amusement, might I suggest:

Tucker decides Danny needs a break and a shot at a love life. Tucker blackmails Danny into ATTENDING (though he makes the mistake of not specifying for how long) and Danny runs into a bored Wayne kid. Neither want to be there. Both were blackmailed with the kindest intentions. Both decide to team up to make their well-meaning but obnoxious meddlers pay.

I MIGHT HAVE GONE A LITTLE CRAZY WITH A REPLY HOLY FUCK, I'M SO SORRY. WARNINGS FOR THE END: MENTIONS OF GUNS, THREATS OF VIOLENCE, VIOLENCE. Happy ending <3

"Danny, you need a break." Tucker said, and Danny sighed.

"This again? Guys, I'm fine."

"You're not fine, Danny." Sam insisted, standing next to Tucker. She had originally struck up this conversation when they were still in Amity Park. "You're going through a lot right now and you need a distraction that isn't work or ghost related. Gardening didn't work-" Because he froze every plant he touched, "Meditation didn't work-" because when he closed his eyes and tried to relax he would have flashbacks about the countless things he'd seen since the accident. "So the next step is dating."

Danny rolled his eyes. "Hard pass."

"Come on dude, Sam is right. If nothing else you can at least do some people watching and get to know the city better!"

Danny simply continued to scroll on Tiktok, wondering how hard it would be to do one of those dancing videos he saw everywhere. Then again he'd actually need to know how to dance for that to work. He was so busy looking at the video he didn't notice the glance his friends passed between each other before they sighed.

"You've given us no choice, Danny." Sam said, "Tucker."

Tucker held a phone out to Danny to make him see the screen as Danny's face burned red at the picture. It was a picture of him in his Phantom form after a fight with Skulker where a good chunk of his suit had been destroyed, showing off more than Danny was comfortable with.

"DUDE! I told you to delete that!" Danny said, jumping off the couch towards Tucker who was pulled out of the way by Sam who then armed herself with a frying pan. "Delete it, guys!"

"No way! And if you don't at least get out of this house and at least make a friend I'm going to make a Phantom Dating Profile using this picture!"

"You wouldn't dare." Danny glared.

"Try us." Sam said, "We'll even send it through the Ghost Zone now that the Phantom Phones are working we're bound to get some replies from interested ladies."

Danny faultered, then groaned. "Fine."

"Hell yeah, we even made it easy for you." Sam said, handing Danny a piece of laminated plastic. "One ticket to the Wayne Gala this weekend. Tucker got permission for two people to go with him. Which means the three of us are going to a party!"

"A party. A Wayne run party? You guys are just begging for trouble." Danny sighed, "Besides, I don't own a tux, remember?"

"Leave that to me."

Two days later the party arrived and the three of them walked up the drive towards the building where the event was being held.

Sam was wearing a beautiful A-Line dress that was jet black in color with a rose shaped black bracelet that was wrapped around her wrist over the back of her hand and connected to her middle finger.

Tucker was wearing a black suit with a white button up shirt with slight rose shaped patterns on it, a black tie and a thin gold chain connected to his left vest pocket. he looked very sofisticated.

Danny felt like a fool though. Silently wishing he had never let Sam pick out his clothes. He was wearing a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing the black compression sleeve on his left hand, a gray vest, black suit pants, black shoes and a black tie. He was wearing a silver watch on his right hand which served as a ghost portal maker in emergencies.

He also knew that the 'pocket watch' in Tucker's Pocket was the same kind of device, and the rose Sam was wearing would release harmless smoke out of it if they needed a distraction.

Danny still felt like this was a bad idea. No, actually, this was a terrible idea. Not only because he looked out of place compared to his friends but compared to the rest of the party he hardly seemed like he fit in. He was going to draw so much attention to himself.

They walked to the front doors, showing their invitations and id's to the guards before walking inside. It wasn't as loud as some other parties they'd seen since coming to Gotham but it also was more crowded. There were people everywhere in expensive outfits, talking about... something that sounded like rich person gossip, it was boring.

"Have fun you two, don't make fools out of yourselves." Sam said, waving as she walked over to mingle with a young woman with blonde hair and another girl with short black hair, both seemed to recognize her.

"Oh, hey those guys are from my team, I'll catch you later, Danny. I wanna talk shop." Tucker said, rushing off just as quickly as Sam did as Danny sighed.

'I wanna go home.' He thought as he began to wade through the sea of people, trying to find his way to a wall where he could make himself look as small as possible. Not that it would be hard, his body was so busy developing new powers all the time it had decided that he didn't need to grow anymore after he turned 16 and stuck him at a solid 5'6".

He finally found his way to a corner, letting out a sigh as he sat down on a chair and looked out at the party happening all around him. He started to subconsciously count the people in the room, even going so far as to closed his eyes and sensed the very souls in the room. 56 people in his room, 17 in the room Sam was in, 10 upstairs. Danny then opened his eyes and got a sense for the room in another way. 45 windows lined the entire South side of the building if he was going his math right, with two sets of double doors near the front of the building. The building was mostly open floorplan which helped keep an eye on everybody but in an emergency it would be a stampede.

A man walked over, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall with a growl. He was wearing clothes similar to Danny's but with a red shirt, but what caught Danny's attention was how he felt. He was luminal but not like Sam who felt like a walk through the garden or Tucker who felt like gritty sand, no the feeling that came from this man was like fire. A burning pain that also felt like grease stuck to the back of Danny's throat.

He was luminal but the ectoplasm that made him luminal was so fucking tainted that it made Danny want to gag.

Seeming to notice Danny's glance the man looked back at him.

"What?" He growled.

"Nothing, just thought your hair was cool." Danny said, noting the white streak at the front of his bangs.

The man blinked, touching his hair. He was about Danny's age if he had to guess, maybe a bit older.

"Thanks. It's a birthmark." He grumbled, but Danny could tell that it was probably a sore subject. If death turned his hair white he could only assume it did the same to this guy too. "What's your name kid? Never seen you at one of these boring as parties."

"Danny. Danny Fenton. And I'm not a kid, I'm 19."

"Same age as me, neat. The name's Jason." Jason introduced, himself. "You work at Wayne Enterprises?"

"Kinda, I'm just the janitor, my friend was the one who was invited. I'm just one of his plus ones."

"Yikes, what'd you do to deserve a punishment like that?" Jason asked as Danny laughed.

"My friends decided that going to work then living as some kind of godless cryptid that sleeps the rest of the day 'isn't healthy' so they dragged me out here in hopes that I'll make friends. Though they may have heavily implied that they expected me to either find a date or hook up with somebody while I was here. When I said no, they blackmailed me here. I'm just hoping that if I stay small and don't complain then they'll just let me exist without getting in my face for a while. What about you, what are you in for?"

Jason hummed and nodded, "Similar story. My dad and siblings are all here and said that if I didn't at least make an appearance this time that they would hide some of my books. Among other things. Plus my older brother used the whole 'you never spend time with us' whimper while my two sisters gave me puppy dog eyes."

Danny and Jason sighed before Danny looked at him. "Wanna hang out so they think we're playing nice and leave us alone?"

"Sure." Jason chuckled, "So which ones are your friends?"

"That one there." Danny said pointing to Tucker, "Tucker Foley, he works as a Programmer at WE. Then over there is Sam Mason, she works as a Gardener."

Jason's eyes widened, "Doesn't your friend Sam work at the Wayne Manor?"

"Yeah? How do you know that?"

"My dad is Bruce Wayne." He said, his eyes going to Tucker before they landed back on Danny and he laughed. "Wait. You're that Janitor?"

Danny swallowed a lump in his throat. "I don't understand?"

"My dad came home one day and said that somebody told him that there was information happening at Wayne Enterprises that was above his paygrade an we've been teasing him about it for weeks. Now every time he asks anything we reply with 'that's above your paygrade, Bruce'."

Danny groaned, his cheeks burning red. "Oh my god, I can't believe this. I didn't even mean to say that, I just panicked when he suddenly showed up in storage for no reason and caught me... uh... testing stuff."

"Testing stuff?" Jason asked as Danny nodded.

"Y-yeah. See, I work as a janitor because I didn't graduate high school and unlike Tucker I can't just breeze through school and show off my hacking skills to get a job. So I've been using some of the tech that gets thrown away to make something that would help me temporarily lift some of the fragile heavy objects around the building and place them harmlessly down so I can clean under them. But then Bruce caught me, I panicked and that was my reply." Danny was quick to explain, which wasn't a lie he was working on something like that but it was for the Ghost Zone to help him move some heavy things around his Lair and hold down things that often floated off for no damn reason.

"You know, that does explain a couple of things. I can't imagine your boss seeing you mess with tech would be a fun thing to explain. But... if you're so smart why didn't you graduate?"

Danny shook his head, "I'm not smart, I mean not like Tucker or Sam or my family. My sister is in Metropolis studying Psychology and is already a good way through her degree because she graduated a year early. Tucker and Sam graduated and are both working on getting degrees in something but nah, school just wasn't something I could do. Sitting behind a desk learning from a book isn't my thing. I'm better at using my hands, figuring stuff out on the fly, and trial and error shit."

Jason thought about this for a moment before he smiled. "I don't blame you, school is bullshit. Just like stupid galas."

"Mhm..."

Jason suddenly smiled, "Dude, I have the best idea to get back at all of them."

Danny smiled back, "Oh, you have all of my attention."

That one choice was how Danny ended up leaning against a wall closer to the crowd while Jason loomed with one hand near his head, talking to him about absolutely nothing important just to play the position while Danny occasionally chuckled. To anybody outside of the conversation it was supposed to look like they were flirting, which in a way they were but they also weren't.

"Do you like raisins? How about a date?"

Danny chuckled, at the horrible pickup line. "Excuse me, sir, do you have the time? I would like to know the exact time when I got a crush on you."

Jason snorted, "Are you a magnet? Because you sure are attracting to me."

Noticing Tucker and Sam looking his way Danny reached up and gently touched Jason's black tie to sell it more, but he was careful not to touch Jason otherwise. "Let's flip a coin." He told the taller man, "Heads I'm yours, tails you're mine."

Jason's cheek got ever so slightly red as he cleared his throat. "Are you a parking ticket, because you've got fine written all over you." He said as Danny chuckled again, watching Sam and Tucker quickly walk away to give Danny privacy.

"If you were a vegetable you'd be a cute-cumber."

Jason relaxed again at the cheesy flirt as Danny touched the silk tie in his hands. Not because he was actively trying to flirt with Jason but because it felt really nice and expensive. Jason snapped him out of his thoughts with another flirt. "Do you believe in love at first sight, or shall I walk by again?"

Before Danny could think of another flirt another man walked over, this one about 24 or so in age. He had wavy black hair and blue eyes with tan skin.

"Little Wing! Who's your friend?"

"Ugh." Jason groaned, moving slightly as Danny let go of his tie. "Take a hint, Dickie-Bird." He groaned.

The new person simply ignored Jason though and held out his hand.

"Hi! I'm Dick, Jason's older brother."

Danny shook his hand, "Danny. Danny Fenton, it's nice to meet you."

"You too, Danny! You look a little young to be working at WE, are you here with somebody?"

"A bit of both, I'm a janitor at WE but I'm here with my friend Tucker."

"Really? That's awesome! How old are you, Danny?"

"I'm 19."

This seemed to relieve Dick in a way that confirmed any suspicion that Danny had about him checking to make sure Jason wasn't doing anything illegal though he found himself ever so slightly annoyed. Did he look that young? No, people were just blind.

"Neat! Well, I just wanted to make sure Little Wing here didn't ditch the party, so I'll let you guys go back to what you were doing. Have fun~" He said, then walked away as Danny chuckled and looked at Jason.

"'Little Wing'?"

"Dick gives everybody nicknames, it's stupid. Now, where were we?" He asked, suddenly slamming his hand back by Danny's head as his cheeks grew warm. "Oh, that's right, I was going to out cheese you with these stupid fuckin' flirts."

Danny snorted, "Do you play soccer? Because you look like a keeper."

"I'm studying to be a historian. I'm really interested in finding a date."

This continued for a long time until they ran out of flirts and by that point Bruce Wayne was about to do a speech. At least that was the plan until suddenly the doors slammed open as party was crashed by a large group of people all wearing matching masks. Masks that looked like Ghostface from Scream.

There were at least twenty of them, all heavily armed with guns that they fired into the air. Jason cursed and Danny quickly grabbed him by the arm.

"Don't." He said, looking for Sam and Tucker who were trapped on the other side of the room. They were separated, they were in a large room but with so many people they might have been trapped in a hallway. "Where's your family?"

Jason looked around, "I see my dad and youngest brother. My two sisters are with your friend Sam. I don't see the other three though."

Danny shook off the question of 'just many of you are there' and instead nodded. "Okay, my friends are together too. So we should stick together, everybody else is in groups. Rushing anywhere now might start a stampede."

Jason frowned then glared at the criminals who were pointing their guns at everybody.

"Okay~ I think it's time we get this party started. Now, let's make this easy. If you don't actively work at Wayne Enterprises or aren't related to Wayne Family via blood or adoption get on your stomachs on the ground, the rest of you stay on your feet."

"They're looking for somebody..." Jason mumbled as Danny nodded.

The majority of the crowd laid down while only about a third of the crowd remained standing allowing them to see each individual person.

"Very good!" The criminal in charge praised and looked around. "Now, anybody who makes the wrong move will get one of the people laying on the ground killed. I know a lot of you are stupid enough to try to play heroes so instead of you getting shot we'll shoot whoever is closest to us."

"Shit." Danny and Jason both said together before passing a glance at one another.

The one in charge looked around again until he looked at Danny and pointed at him. "You. Step up."

"No way." Jason said as the man pointed a gun at a young woman who sobbed in fear.

"No no, it's okay. I'm coming." Danny said, patting Jason's arm as he walked carefully through the crowd towards the gunmen.

"Nice to see you again, brat." Hissed the man as Danny raised a brow. Before he could question it though the man pointed to Bruce Wayne. "You. Step up."

"Father." The young kid standing next to Bruce Wayne said going to argue but Bruce just told him to stay put then walked towards them. Bruce kept his hands up, looking at Danny with a clear look of recognition.

"Why don't you let the kids go, there's not a lot of them but those who are here don't need to be involved in whatever demands you have." Bruce said.

"Hah, no way, Bruice-Boy." Hissed the man as two of his men grabbed Bruce by his wrists, yanking his arms behind his back and knocking him back down to his knees. "We came here today for you, but damn we're lucky that this one is here. See, if it weren't for the kid here-" The man grabbed Danny by the front of his suit, shoving the barrel against his chin. "We wouldn't need to do this. This is what happens when you meddle, brat."

Danny's heart sank before he glared. "It's you. You're that bastard who boke in a few weeks ago!"

"Yeah! And if you had just minded your damn business this wouldn't be happening now. If you had just let us do what we were going to do then it wouldn't be a problem."

"You were trying to burn down part of the building with people still inside, I wasn't going to let you."

"And how is that turning out for you now, brat? Hm?" He moved the gun from Danny's chin as shoved Danny back into the arms of two more men who grabbed Danny's arms and shoved them behind his back but let him stay on his feet. "Now, Mr. Wayne, let me explain. See, you and your company were trying to find a cure for something found in the water supply that was making some kids sick, but see were were making a lot of money selling the cure at the highest price. We were going to destroy your progress but unfortunately we were stopped by another kid who thought he was a hero. So, this is what we're going to do. You're good at fundraising so you're going to help us fundraise ransoms for each and every one of these people from their own pockets. The more a person pays the more limbs they get to keep. We'll start at 20,000 per limb." He pointed his gun at Jason. "We'll start with the young man closest to doing something stupid."

Danny growled, glancing at Sam and Tucker. Their eyes met and Danny flashed them green. Sam nodded then with a swift motion told her friends something before smashing her bracelet on the ground.

In an instant their area filled with smoke that rushed out covering the men with smoke and protecting the majority of the crowd laying on the ground in a layer of smoke while only those standing could be seen. Danny reacted as well, knowing that more people would be able to see him . Dropping his full weight down he yanked the two men holding him together as they smashed their heads together and let him go. Danny then elbowed the one to his right in the crotch before standing up, grabbing the barrel of his gun and yanking it upwards, squeezing the metal so the gun would be unusable before he pulled it from the mans hand. Flipping on the safety of the gun he spun it and smacked the man in the temple with the butt.

Danny spun the gun, moving it to his left hand before disarming the man of his gun and kicking it into the smoke in the direction of the stairs in hopes of keeping it away from people. Snapping out of their dazes Bruce and Jason also seemed to react as Bruce slammed his head back, breaking the nose of one of the men before elbowing one in the center of the chest knocking the breath out of him while Jason grabbed the barrel of the gun the main guy was using and shoved it up, causing the gun to go up and break some of the ceiling plaster but preventing people from getting hit. Deciding to leave those men to those two Danny go to work again, but this time in a slightly different way.

He hated fighting humans.

They were too fleshy and not durable like ghosts so he chose not to fight and the smoke provided the perfect cover as he froze the feet of the enemies who were still posing threats while mysterious snake like shapes wriggled under the smoke and yanked the men under to where they would later be found wrapped up in plants or ice. One by one the men were taken down until there was a pained cry that made Danny turn when he heard Bruce shout.

"Jason!"

Danny turned, seeing Jason rubbing at his face. There as a cut above his brows from a knife. He had managed to get the gun from the man but he had pulled out a knife.

Protect.

Danny snarled, taking a step forward as the man went to stab Jason. Danny and Bruce moved at the same time with Bruce covering his son. But Danny made it to them before the man could make contact and he got in the way of the attack. Danny held the wrists of the man as he barred his teeth.

Danny shoved the mans hands upwards, knocking him back slightly before he spun and did a roundhouse kick. An attack that he might have put just a bit too much power into as the man was thrown a good ten feet backwards towards the stairs and the doors that he had broken down. Danny could hear the man wheezing and coughing, seeing him flailing desperately under the smoke but not getting up.

No sooner did Danny relax and turn back to the Bruce and Jason then did Batman (who seemed shorter today for some reason), Red Robin and Signal showed up with the police and a verity of confused looks.

"You sure you're okay?" Danny asked Jason who nodded, his forehead bandaged.

"Just a scratch, headwounds bleed a lot. I'm more confused what the hell just happened. Normally the bats react more quickly than that when they send in a smoke screen."

Danny chuckled, "You have a lot of experiences with the bats?"

"I'm a Wayne, it comes with the territory. Are your friends okay?" He asked as Danny looked towards Sam and Tucker who were mostly just waiting for Danny to finish but Tucker was also hacking on his phone to erase whatever data he could from the security cameras as he possibly could.

"They're fine. I'm going to get an earful for being reckless though."

"I don't think you were reckless. But... how did you learn to fight like that?"

"Uh... long story. Where we come from though the saying 'fight or die' was serious and there were daily reminders of it. But again... long story."

Jason nodded, looking drained. "Well... I know that this whole thing was just a way to get our groups off of our backs but how would you like to get dinner together some day? Just as friends, I mean I'm not against maybe trying some day but right now I kinda wanna get to know you. Besides, I'd like to thank you for protecting me and my dad."

Danny thought for a moment before he smiled. "Sure." He reached into his pocket and handed Jason his phone. Jason typed in his number then handed the phone back. "Get home safe, Jason."

"You too, Danny."

Danny started walking away when Bruce suddenly called out.

"Danny." Danny stopped and turned towards his boss, shrinking down slightly before Bruce smiled and put his hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"All good."

"Are you sure? You did really well out there but if you're hurt you should get looked out."

"I'm not hurt, Mr. Wayne, I promise. Just really tired."

"Alright, if you're sure." Bruce moved his hand and smiled, "Thanks for saving us, Danny."

"Any time, Mr. Wayne, but let's not make a habit out of it, okay? I moved to Gotham to get away from craziness like that." He said, waving his hand as he walked to his friends as he wrapped his arms over both of their shoulders and they made their way home.

"So, you guys have fun?" Sam asked as Danny looked at her.

"You know what... kinda, yeah. At least until the end."

"Did you get his number?" Wondered Tucker.

"Of course I did."

#dpxdc #dpxdc crossover #Friends let friends use stupid pick-up lines as conversation starters #Petition to call JasonxDanny “ALIVE BUT DEAD INSIDE” /j - unless #I honestly don't write a lot of shippy things with Danny #I actually think this might be the first #so it might be awkward #I'm also shit at fluff #SO I HAVE TO ADD ANGST #anyways #i loved this it was so fun #wrote this at 4:30 in the morning any mistakes just live there now

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TRAINRIDE

#!WHO; DABI x fem!READER

A! i hope u ignore this cus its stupid but I think dabi/touya being a total scum to huge endeavor fan reader should be a thing

+ (i added my twist to it; at the time this was sent, i was on my dc shit heavy and id already started it)

#!CW: deadoves!n0nc0n, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, implied exhibitionism, gaslighting, touya arc if you squint real close! dabi has dick piercings bc i said so

tagging: @mostlyheinous @scariusaquarius @dabislittlemouse @nyx--knacks @the-grimm-writer @ectologia

Dabi hated taking public transportation, especially now.

It subjected him to having to conceal his identity for one, blending into the fleeting crowds with dark, long clothing. It didn’t bother him as much had it been any other time, one where he wasn’t on constant guard or easily irritated by familiar phrases and his face.

Dabi only gave a quick glance to the glass behind him, eyeing the way his big hood hung low on his head, hand deep into his trench pocket as the other supported his balance. He drew his hood lower at the glance from a man on his left.

The train eased to a stop and the doors slid open as the crowd swarmed to bring in and send out more people. When the doors closed and the train began to move again, he found himself being thrown forward. A small yelp came from the woman in front of him, turned partially.

He was about to mumble something before his eyes made contact with what she was wearing.

Seeing that you were brazenly adorned in merchandise of the number one hero, he scrunched his nose up at the sight of your complimentary accessories before finally settling on your face. Preoccupied with your phone to notice his oggling, you shifted, body moving with the force of the train as it started moving.

Dabi didnt mean to look, but the subtle quake of your chest piqued his vision and he wished he wasn’t met with those same fucking eyes. How cringe you looked with the familiar navy phone-case you had on the back of your phone to match.

In fact, if Dabi wanted to, he’d stand there and count every one of Endeavor’s paraphernalia and the number could be well over three. You really walk around like that? Parading your favorite hero on your body like a fangirl poster.

He chuckled darkly before rolling his eyes. Yeah, you probably had one or two of them in your room that you fuck yourself to at night to boot.

The train was only a little crowded but not enough to fully obscure your body from his view. You were dressed in jeans, the denim pairing with a snug t-shirt that sculpted your chest perfectly under his gaze. On the back he could see the familiar bright flames. They were disgustingly familiar, completing the stoic features of the hero on the front.

“Endeavor, huh?” You finally glanced up, a bit surprised to find barely anyone on board at this point. A few men sat adjacent, some sleep, others occupied on their own devices and papers or simply dead in gaze as they awaited their respective stops.

Then him, of course.

Turning fully around you face the source of the comment and your heart began to hammer.

Under a subtle glance or two, he didn’t look too out of the ordinary. Dark pants, shoes and a coat on his back, he could’ve as easily passed for some unremarkable human being cold and exhausted from days events. However, under the certain proximity, you had a clear view of his face, unmistakably his metal-littered, scarred face and the dangerously piercing gaze to match.

You parted your lips but he held up a finger, silencing you before you could squeak a sound. He glanced around toward the few other occupants in the car, noting them to be of no significance until his eyes returned back to yours, the silent threat of impending danger weighing heavily in the air around you.

“Are you-are you going to kill me?” You finally said, voice sickeningly timid. Wide eyes peered up at him, height clearing yours as he slowly backed you towards the side of the car.

“He your favorite hero?” Dabi ignored your question, eyes flickering to your chest before his hand followed. You squeaked in surprise as he boldly placed his hand against your breast.

Jerking away, you prepare to to defend yourself when he gripped your wrist.

“To answer the question, I’m not gonna kill you. ‘M just gonna hurt you real bad though,” You’re spun before another word is uttered, the rattling of metal against wheels loud enough to drown your protests.

“Please don’t do this,” His hands were exploring your body, running up your thighs and cruelly pinching at the skin on your sides before settling on the hem of your jeans.

“Please don’t,” You whimpered shakily, meeting the villain’s eyes in the glass.

“I just feel like ya personally insulting me y’know?” He grunted over the sound of his belt clinking. His hand was back on your side now, nails digging into the meat of the exposed skin until drawing a wince.

Dabi shuffled forward until your hands were pressed against the wall of the train, steadying yourself. His other made quick work of yanking down your jeans until they rested around your thighs, panties on display before his hungry gaze.

“D-don’t. I’ll scream.” By now, you’d been reduced to a whimpering, teary-eyed mess, your frantic gaze shifting through the other riders for a witness to what was going on.

But they were all too preoccupied to care.

“Yeah, for who?” The passengers that did notice were the wrong ones.

You met the greedy eyes of the man closest to you and the way his own dropped down to your connected bodies. Dabi was quick to notice that and chuckled before leaning down toward your ear.

“Still your idol, doll? This is his society, you know? The one on your ridiculously, ugly top,” He snickered, his fingers hooking into the side of your panties.

Before you could cry out, his scarred hand clamped over your mouth at the same time as his cock breached your cunt. You tensed, nothing escaping you but a muffled gasp as he shoved himself past your tight ring of resistance. Your eyes were wide, peering back at you in the glass, reflecting off of the pain and horror present.

“Mm, so tight.” He licked the shell of your ear and you release a shuddering sob. He began a snappy, brutal pace, the thick cock dragging heavily through your dry walls. Every time he pulled away, you felt every vein, every metallic orb scraping against gummy insides.

He slammed back into you at the same time the train screeched over rusted tracks, grunting with every stroke, his thin hip bones snapping against your ass.

His grip was bruising as he held onto your waist, his wrist only flicking to push and pull you back onto his dick. His other hand remained pressed against your mouth to muffle your cries and moans. You reached behind to at least try and push him away, alleviate the grating pain he was causing but your attempts were laughable as he only slapped away your efforts.

Dabi sped up, stumbling forward until your front was pressed against the metal interior, body squished between hot and cool. The hand over your mouth dropped to hang loosely around your neck, tilting your head back to meet his. The hood over his head only served to make him all the more menacing with the shadow that casted over his grotesque features.

“What do you think Mr. Endeavor would say if he saw his biggest fan being defiled like this? Probably be disgusted huh? I mean, allowing a complete stranger to fuck you on public transportation.” Your eyes closed as you imagined the twisted look of repulsion on your favorite hero and the image brought you to more tears.

You hiccupped as he trailed fingers down in between your legs to brush against your clit, missing the way his grin widened at the way you suddenly tense up. You released a pained moan at the way your pussy clamped down on him.

“So sensitive,” He chuckled at the way you try and bite down your orgasm. He could feel you start to relax, your cunt pulsating around him as your juices started to slick him up.

Overhead, the sound of the loudspeaker crackling at the next stop had Dabi’s eyes glancing up, as if now aware of the time. Releasing you, his hand fell to your other hip where his blunt nails dug as his pace quickened.

“Stop’s coming up,” He mumbled. You didn’t really hear him though. You were busy trying not to give in to the way his cock was filling you up, the pain parting into pleasure, your juices beginning to fall and squish around his dick.

Your head hung low; you couldn’t even look at your reflection in the glass anymore, at the way your brows furrowed over glossy, blown eyes. The way your wet lips part to release silent moans. You were despicable. You couldn’t call yourself a fan of the great Endeavor anymore, not after this.

Not after him.

Dabi’s feet planted firmly, his hips suddenly stuttering to a halt. He was quick to conceal your squeal with his hand again as his dick twitched in your cunt. Your teary eyes widened as you felt warmth flooding you, too horrified to even move save for your trembles.

He was still going, slowly rutting his nut back into you with shallow strokes. It was only until you heard a chime overhead that he pulled away with a content sigh.

Dabi eyed the way his cum was beginning to seep down your thighs, dripping into your bunched up jeans and an idea formed in his head, one that had him grinning sadistically.

A moment later your trembling legs finally gave way allowing you to sink onto the floor.

He began to fix himself, adjusting the hood on his head. He threw a cocky salute to the man eyeballing him earlier and a final disgusted look down at those eyes on your shirt. He then shook his head with a forming smile, walking away and leaving you on the floor of the cold train. The whooshing of the doors were deafening in your ears as you looked up to greedy eyes.

Back at the hero agency, Endeavor’s phone lit up and a notification from an unknown number had his brows furrowed in confusion at the link. His scowl only deepened after further investigation.

DILFOS. do not plagiarize my content—current or archival.

#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #dabi fanfic #dabi smut #bnha x reader #reader x dabi #dabi fic #bnha smut #[ deadoves— ☆] #[ output—☆ ] #old request #awe i hope this anon somehow finds this lol #ft a corny ass joker line LEAVE ME ALONE

[iwaizumis-bitch]

in which your acquaintances are actually perverts!

FEAT: IWAIZUMI, KENMA, UKAI, ATSUMU, BOKUTO & TSUKISHIMA

CONTENT WARNINGS: brothers best friend trope, invasion of privacy, male masturbation, pics saved without readers knowledge, boss!keishin, pervyroommate!atsumu, panty stealing and sniffing, diary stealing and reading, teachersassistant!tsukishima, reader is kinda a bimbo, creepy behaviour

ADDITIONAL NOTES: this is sort of a rewrite of some of my earlier works,, i recently hit a milestone and i’m happy to see how far my writing has come in just a year. check out my milestone matchup event 💆‍♀️

i do not condone any of this behaviour irl! it is simply just a fantasy, and this behaviour is not acceptable in real life.

and a firm ask for minors to not interact.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

❥ beach hangouts!!! or pool, or suntanning. anything where he can see you in a skimpy bathing suit

❥ ignores your protests of how much gas he's wasting each time, don't worry, it's all worth it for him

❥ ceo of ‘lemme take pics of us (you) for memories!’

❥ looks at the pics he takes later at night in bed with his fist wrapped around his cock

❥ his favourite photo he’s ever taken was when you were tanning, propped up on your elbows as you poked your tongue out at the camera.

❥ he could see the beautiful dip in your waist and your smooth, long legs on display. your tits covered by the little string bikini (that he bought you), and there were droplets of water all over your sunkissed skin.

❥ always ‘slips’ in the waves, and his hands find their way onto your thighs, on accident, of course.

❥ and trust me, he’s thought about pulling the loose knot at the back of your neck and finally getting a look at those sweet nipples, but he knows your body was too good for other men not to look at.

❥ sunscreen!!!!! omg he’ll offer to do your sunscreen all the time, even the parts you can reach, like your ribs and the side of your thighs.

❥ he’ll stand behind you, peering over your shoulder to get a peek at your tits, hands slathering the cream all over your back, the heels of his palms slowly digging into your lower back, stop just above the swell of your plump ass.

❥ and yk maybe he’ll invite the other three quarters of the infamous ‘seijoh four’ some time. it’s not like you would notice another three pairs of eyes and wandering hands, silly little oblivious you.

KENMA KOZUME

❥ he’s definitely not brave or confidence enough to go for just any girl he finds hot

❥ but his best friends little sister, she could be easy.

❥ of course you trust kenma, you’ve known him since you were a toddler! the small, awkward, short haired boy from across the street

❥ there was nothing weird about hanging out with kenma now that kuroo was gone, it just meant more time for the two of you to blossom your friendship

❥ takes any chance he can to get you to wear the most revealing clothes

❥ ‘shorts or skirt?’ ‘skirt.’ ‘jacket or no jacket?’ ‘no jacket.’ you get the gist of it.

❥ always hugs you! you don’t notice how much more physical he’s gotten since kuroo left, haven’t you?

❥ the feeling of your nipples pebbling up against his chest when he gives you a goodbye hug had him shifting not to grind his erection into your thigh

❥ he’ll try and fix your computer if it’s not working, free of charge because ‘you need a day off to relax at the mall’

❥ goes through your search history and almost creams in his pants when he finds the ‘cute virgin gets fucked by fat cock’ in your search history

❥ will go through all your photos, sending copies of them to his own phone as he quickly moves them into a seperate folder for him to find quickly later at night

❥ the picture of you standing in front of your mirror, arching your back as your ass pokes out? he’s gonna need that later.

UKAI KEISHIN

❥ shimada’s new girlfriend.

❥ you were a cute little thing, always following him around like a lost puppy

❥ and when you all met up for drinks at the bar one night, and you mentioned how much you needed a job, keishin was happy to help

❥ you looked so cute in your polo, the sakanoshita market logo sitting just above your left tit.

❥ speaking of your tits, they barely fit in the top keishin had given you. he had apologised with a sly grin when handing it to you, claiming it was hard to get a larger size on such short notice

❥ you always treated him so well. it was hard to get a job as a uni student, and keishin was so generous offering the position to you with no prior experience.

❥ he taught you how to calculate the stocks, pressing up behind you and whispering into your ear as his hand guided yours to write down on the clipboard.

❥ he’s thinking about changing the uniform to a skirt, but he hasn’t quite got there yet.

❥ he’s quite alright having you bend over to the lowest shelf, your round ass stretching out against your leather jeans.

❥ or, his personal favourite, when you can’t reach the top shelf, and come to meekly ask him for help, nibbling your bottom lip. he just hopes you can’t notice him pressing his erection against the counter top.

MIYA ATSUMU

❥ roommate 🙄

❥ he’s a pretty good roommate, just very annoying at times

❥ ‘if i do the dishes can we cuddle and watch clueless?’, he begs nearly every night, sponge and plate in hand.

❥ he knows how to play it cool if he gets caught. ‘why are you in my room?’, you’ll ask, returning from a bathroom break. ‘brought ya this’, he’ll answer with a grin as he hands you a frappuccino, slipping out with your diary and a pair of your used panties stuffed up his hoodie sleeve.

❥ he’ll press the soiled fabric to his nose, alternating between breathing in your scent and licking it up.

❥ holds your diary in one hand and uses the other to pump himself as he reads your documentations of trying to fit three fingers inside of your poor little pussy

❥ offers you his hoodies to wear all the time, and gets so possessive when he sees you wearing them.

❥ will wear the same hoodie later that day, nose digging into the collar where the sweet scent of your perfume laid, grinding against the crisp bedsheets.

❥ feels ashamed of himself when he throws your cum stained panties into his hamper, making sure to bury it beneath his other clothes.

❥ the guilt all but disappears when he sees you the next morning, dressed in flimsy cotton shorts and a brown cami.

❥ he only flashed a smile back at you, mind racing to figure out what you were going to write in that silly diary today.

KOTAROU BOKUTO

❥ kotaorou didn’t even realise his puppy crush on you, the new MSBY manager at first.

❥ it wasn’t until you had asked if there was something on your face one time when he was staring at you during your lunch break

❥ he only shook his head, looking away to make conversation with someone else. truth be told, his eyes were focused on your pretty lips, wondering if they would fit around his fat cock or how soft they’d be against his own.

❥ he’s surprisingly good at hiding his tendencies, from you, at least. meian is way too observant to not notice, and it’s not like he’d actually bring it up to him.

❥ sometimes, he can’t wait until he gets home to start fucking his fist. maybe it’s getting a bit concerning how he keeps disappearing every few hours, coming back after ten minutes looking for more relaxed. well, he was the starting outside hitter, it’s not like coach foster could really reprimand him.

❥ his favourite time to see you was during the hot summer days. bokuto licks his lips as you peel off your jacket, revealing your navy blue polo, taut around your tits. you tied your hair back with such femininity, it had him weak in the knees.

TSUKISHIMA

❥ i am a firm believer in tsukishima being a TA after he graduates college!!

❥ he really only chose to help out because he adored the professor, but once he saw you, practically spreading your legs for him under the table, he was hooked.

❥ gets an instant hard on when he calls you out in front of the entire class for getting you’re and your mixed up, burning the image of your glowing cheeks and eyes wide with embarrassment into his mind for later on that evening.

❥ he doesn’t have classes with you everyday, and it’s hard for him to feel any sort of pleasure when he hasn’t had a whiff of your perfume, or been flashed the delicious sight of your blue panties for the fifth time

❥ luckily for kei, you’re so dumb that your public instagram is just your full name. not to mention slutty, he adds on in his mind, quickly scrolling to bookmark and screenshot all of your photos of yourself.

❥ he lets out a bated breath once he scrolls upon a mirror selfie of you, wearing only a sports bra and skin tight booty shorts. it’s clear you’d just been working out, due to the sheen of sweat laying atop your cleavage, something kei only spots after zooming in.

❥he cums in record time that night, having his best nights sleep in a long time. when he shows up to class the next day, he immediately spots you, adorned in a familiar looking pair of spandex booty shorts. kei curses under his breath, missing the way your eyes trail over his figure, hoping he’d enjoy your new attire.

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#haikyuu smut #iwaizumi smut #ukai smut #keishin ukai smut #kenma smut #bokuto smut #atsumu smut #tsukishima smut #hq smut

[tsukimefuku]

crooked gardening ꕥ higuruma hiromi

higuruma keeps thinking about something you have done for him, and takes a walk to clear his mind.

tags: jujutsu kaisen, f!reader, light higuruma x oc/reader, this is so fluffy one could use it as a pillow. it healed my heart.

wc: 1.1k

collection of stories: "jujutsu partners au" → masterlist for fics listed in chronological order of events

It was a mindless kindness gesture — like most of the things you had done for him up until this point —, but Higuruma couldn't take his mind off of it.

He tried, and recited to himself mentally every article in the general provisions section of the Japanese Penal Code, but after a while — and realizing that remembering things word by word when you don't have photographic memory is pretty damn hard —, he just rolled out of his bed to take a walk, still unconsciously holding his tie.

After the last mission in which you were both fighting side by side, you approached him, remnants of the exorcized curse still dissolving away in the air. Your hair was a mess, face flustered with the jumping and running around, battered clothing and little droplets of sweat streaming down your temples.

He was completely disheveled, too, but thought you might be looking much better than him right now.

"Higuruma," your voice echoed in his mind.

"What?"

“Why do you still fight in that thing?” You asked, gesturing towards the former lawyer’s suit. He was pensive for a moment, because he had never considered why he did.

"I don't know if my body knows how to enter work mode without a suit anymore."

You scoffed, half a snort, half a chuckle. "Seems like a lot of hassle, though, to be jumping around curses wearing that."

“Maybe you’re right” he admitted.

And then, you extended your hands unexpectedly, adjusting his tie around his neck with a snarky smile pulling on one of your cheeks.

"It was crooked, and you know we need to be presentable when we get back to report this" you remarked sardonically, as if the simple act of fixing a tie would make all the grime, dirt, and sweat that covered the both of you imperceptible.

He didn't know if it was the kindness, the smile, the humor, or simply you, but it felt strangely intimate, and his cheeks prickled with a dusty pink as he hastily thanked you and walked off before you could notice anything.

The former lawyer decided get out of his makeshift dorm room — used more like a prison cell than anything by Jujutsu High as he was still in their custody — to take a walk around Jujutsu High's HQ and clear his head. More specifically, stop the urge of trying to recreate the unique friction his tie made around his neck as you twisted it in place the day before.

***

You had been at it for about an hour, but it felt good. The dirt in your hands, the leafling, some manual good work. It was grounding, even if you were blasting music through your earphones.

Since you were supposed to help Shoko out today, but she never showed up — most likely due to a hangover —, and all students were out on their own missions, you decided to use the time you still had in HQ to fix one of the flower beds that had been neglected for a while.

You didn’t hear when he stepped in your direction and changed his mind four times before finally coming over to you. All you noticed was the two Oxford shoes stopping by your side, draped over by a black linen pair of pants.

There was some indiscernible voice, and as you took off one of your earphones, it said “you’re going to become deaf”.

You looked up at him and smiled, lifting an eyebrow.

“I know RCT. I think I’ll be just fine, Higuruma.”

“You people with RCT are so terribly reckless” he said, in his characteristic ironic cadence, stealing a quick laugh from you. “What are you doing?”

“Gardening. And you?” You answered, removing your other earphone and pausing the music.

He was on a walk to clear his head from that meaningless gesture.

“I was, I… Hm…”

The former lawyer began stuttering like he had something stuck in his throat.

In this case, he had that quick innocuous moment stuck in his mind. Your hands straightening his tie.

“Higuruma? You okay? Are you choking?”

“N-no, I… I wasn’t doing anything in particular. Just walking aimlessly” he finally managed to say, with a considerable amount of effort.

“Uh-huh…” that was weird.

“Well, hm, you know what they say, ‘every road leads somewhere’, right?” You tried cracking an afterthought of a joke and failed miserably.

He nodded awkwardly.

That was even weirder.

”Uh… You seem to have found me, so keep me some company while I finish this up, will you?”

You looked down at the seeds, but heard a strange hesitancy in his voice as he said “sure”, right before descending on the ground and sitting by your side, facing you.

You were finished with the seeds and fertilizer on the empty part of the patch of dirt. Then, you began pricking the skewers beside the sprouts turning to twigs and softly tying them together.

“Is that so they grow straight?” The sorcerer asked, pointing at the skewers.

“Yup. So they don’t grow crooked” you replied.

“Oh, and do you have to do that? Will the plants die if you don’t?”

“Not exactly, no. It’s just more aesthetically adequate, I guess.”

“Then, why bother?”

You huffed, smiling at him. “Maybe you’re right.”

You, looking at him with that same smile, had Higuruma blushing all over again, averting his gaze to the small sprouts in front of you both.

The lack of a witty comeback in his presence was a rare occurrence, so your eyes began analyzing him, and found the man looking apprehensively at a bunch of… little plants?

You gave a few more minutes, and that silence was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

"What are you thinking about?" You inquired, lifting an eyebrow.

"No one” Higuruma answered, hitching his breath as soon as he realized what he had said.

"What?"

"Huh?"

“Higuruma, don’t get me wrong, but you’re acting kind of weird today” you noted, sitting back to look at him.

“I just didn’t get much sleep, that’s all.”

"I don’t know…” you paused for a moment, “should I tell HQ to lock the bathrooms that have tubs? I mean, you’re already in the suit” you joked, “or I could get you a rubber duck. Your choice.”

He was surprised for a second, and then… actually laughed. A deep, rich, true laughter.

Other than the time you two cackled at the disaster of both of your lives, this was the first time you saw him truly laugh.

From the curse user you rescued, the man who had killed two people and lived with a death sentence hanging above his head, he had now turned into this kinda broody, witty guy by your side.

All after you shepherded him back to sanity without even realizing, since the day you decided to fight to get his death sentence suspended and to teach him what being a true jujutsu sorcerer meant.

You kept putting the skewers on the dirt and tying the knots, in an almost absentminded fashion.

“You seem very determined to fix crooked things” he noted.

He wasn’t talking about the plants, though.

“I guess I’m just good at it, knowing what crooked feels like.”

He smiled, but your eyes glued to your work didn’t see it.

“You really are.”

End notes: I know I said I’d be taking a break from this AU, but this one just stuck to my head today and wouldn’t let me go. So here it is, a fluffy Higuruma piece for you all.

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[corroded-hellfire]

Oneforthemunny's Summer Writing Game

A collaboration with @munson-blurbs for @oneforthemunny's Summer Writing Game 💛

Older Eddie edit made by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

Prompt: 🌊 you. eddie. water balloon / water gun fight. how does it start? choose your weapon lol. who wins? what’s the prize ;) ? is it just you two or others? with older!dilf!eddie

Bug and I had so much fun writing this! We all know older!eddie and dad!eddie are my two weaknesses so is it really a surprise this would be my choice Eddie AU to write for? Thank you for hosting this event @oneforthemunny!

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), public sex (kinda?)

Words: 1.5k

The summer day is hot, the steamy air making the thin material of your white sundress stick to your back. Eddie’s wearing one of his plethora of black t-shirts and you wonder how he can stand to be out in this heat wearing black. He wipes some sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand before making another attempt to pry open the plastic packaging of Delilah’s latest toy. She was just put down for her nap so the two of you figured you’d have some time together while you get her new toys all ready for her. 

“You couldn’t have bought her a doll?” you ask. 

Eddie shrugs one shoulder, never taking his eyes off the frustrating binds he’s trying to break. “She wanted the water guns. Very stubborn, you know that.”

“Huh, wonder where she gets that from…” you teasingly muse as you dunk the purple water gun into the bucket of water in front of you to fill it up. Yours is the purple, Delilah’s is the pink one that’s already full and sitting on the porch behind you, and Eddie’s is the blue one he’s currently wrestling with.

“Aha,” he exclaims. “Got the fucker.” 

Once your water gun is fully loaded, you slide the bucket over in front of Eddie so he can do the same.

“I mean,” Eddie says as he holds the plastic weapon under water, “I think this will come in handy for me as well.”

You furrow your brow in confusion as you watch him remove the fully fueled toy. “For what?”

Instead of replying, Eddie decides to go for a demonstration. He quickly turns and sprays the water gun at you, soaking the material right over your boobs. 

“Hey!” You stand up from the floor and look down at the practically see-through material that is clinging to your chest. Eddie knew you weren’t wearing a bra, too. He’d seen the opportunity and he took it. “I’m not even armed!” The purple water gun is sitting closer to Delilah’s now, it having been nowhere near your grip when your husband attacked. 

“Sorry, Bunny.”

He is not sorry. If the barely suppressed smirk on his face wasn’t enough of a give away, he leans back and shoots water in the exact same spot on your dress, the material translucent at this point. 

“Eddie!”

“Shhh, you’re going to wake her up.” His smirk is even more prevalent now and it turns you on just as much as it annoys you. 

You snatch up your gun, finger ready on the trigger. For a moment, you’re unsure where to shoot him, but the chilly air against your breasts provides some inspiration. 

Before he can figure out what you’re doing, you lower your arm slightly and aim for his crotch. Water sprays along the seam of his jeans, staining the denim a darker blue. 

“Hey! Not cool!” Eddie grumbles. He twists to try and block the stream from hitting him; to his dismay, you’re determined. “Bunny, seriously! Makin’ me look like I pissed myself.”

You shrug, unaffected by his concerns. “Take your pants off if you’re that worried,” you suggest simply.”

“Maybe I will.”

As he starts to unbuckle his pants, you quietly tiptoe until you’re behind him, shooting him in the ass the moment his pants are low enough. 

He yells out in surprise. “Jesus H. Christ! It’s a water gun, not an enema!”

You giggle, running out from the porch and into the backyard so you’re out of spraying distance.  

Your husband puts on little huffy act and tosses his pants on a chair before strolling out after you. “Real mature,” he tuts disapprovingly, but the smile dancing on his lips hints at his real feelings  

“You shot me in the boobs first!” you protest, motioning towards the wet spot on your chest that leaves your nipples completely visible. 

While you’re complaining, Eddie seizes the opportunity to try and shoot at you, but you dodge him just before the spray hits you. 

“Ha! Catch me if you can!” You call out, shooting haphazardly in his direction before hiding behind Delilah’s playhouse.

Eddie crouches behind the grill and his knees give off a loud crack, making him wince and you cackle. 

“Too old for a fight, huh?” You taunt him, pressing the trigger over and over while simultaneously darting back and forth to take cover. 

Eddie grins when he successfully avoids your onslaught of water. “You’ll never take me alive!” He proudly declares, blissfully unaware of his depleted arsenal. He raises the water gun and squeezes the trigger, frowning when nothing comes out. “Dammit!” He flings it to the ground where it lands with a thud. 

You grin, offering a victory dance that involves you twirling around him obnoxiously. “And Bunny is the champion!” you announce, mimicking a sports announcer. “It looks like Eddie Munson, the loser, will have to give in to her every whim and desire!”

“And what might Bunny desire, hmm?”

“Well, your pants are already off…” You step back into the porch and pull your dress off over your head, leaving you in just your cotton panties. Your husband is shell-shocked for a moment before regaining his composure and pulling you towards the house. 

You shake your head. “We’ll wake Delilah.”

“So then…” Eddie’s eyebrows pinch together in confusion; his naivety is adorably endearing. 

Placing your hands on his hips, you guide him back towards the porch swing until the back of his knees hit it. Finally getting the hint, Eddie sits down, and you climb right on top of him. Settling yourself as you straddle him, you lock your hands together at the base of his neck and start peppering kisses along his scruffy stubbled jawline. 

Eddie wastes no time and slips a hand down between your legs. Pushing your panties to the side, you hear a groan reverberate deep in his throat.

“Ride my fingers, Bunny. Need you nice ‘n wet for me.”

“Isn’t that what the water gun was for?” you tease in a low, seductive tone. 

Eddie doesn’t bother to retort as he grips your thigh with one hand and slides the fingers on his other deep inside of you. Having his thick digits in you has you biting your lip as you rock back and forth in his lap. Your clit rubs against Eddie’s hand with every thrust of your hips, and it has you soaking your husband’s fingers already.

“That’s it, good girl…” Eddie keeps his steady pace, knowing he just has to keep doing what he’s doing, and you’ll be falling apart in no time. 

“Shit, Eddie,” you hiss out, fingernails digging into the thin t-shirt covering Eddie’s shoulders. Your hips work quicker against his hand and Eddie leans in to graze his teeth against your ear, knowing that will send you over the edge. “Ah—m’coming.”

“That’s it, baby.” Eddie coaxes you through it. He feels your walls spasm around his fingers, and he rubs his other hand up and down your thigh soothingly. “That’s my girl.”

You don’t allow yourself much time to recover from your orgasm before you’re lifting yourself off of Eddie’s hand and shoving his boxers down. His thick cock is hard, and you stroke it a few times as you align him with your entrance. Matching moans echo throughout the porch as both you and Eddie feel the ecstasy of him filling you up. 

Once you’re fully seated on his cock, you give yourself a moment to adjust before lifting your body back up and impaling yourself on him again and again. 

“Fuck, Bunny. Grippin’ my cock s’perfect.”

The temptation to let out a string of pleasurable groans is too strong, so you bury your face in your husband’s neck. 

“What’s the matter?” Eddie goads, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “Worried the neighbors will hear how good I’m giving it to you?”

The only response you can muster is some whimpers against Eddie’s sweaty skin. As both of your hips keep working in tandem, the porch swing starts to creak, and you seize the opportunity to tease him right back.

“Those your joints cracking, old man?”

“Oh, Bunny. You’re gonna regret sayin’ that.”

Eddie slightly changes his position so he’s able to better pound up into you. You’re immediately seeing stars and you have to hold onto him for dear life. It feels like he’s on a mission to obliterate your pussy. 

“Bunny, fuck, y’feel too damn good.”

“‘M gonna cum, too. Holy shit, don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop!”

Eddie’s nearing his release too, and the way your walls milk his cock as your orgasm hits sends him over the edge, cumming right alongside you. 

Both of you are catching your breath when a little yip gets your attention. You look over and see your elderly neighbor out in her backyard with her dog. She’s obviously seen the two of you and absolute mortification settles over you. This time when you hide your face in Eddie’s neck, it’s for a very different reason. 

“I mean,” Eddie says, “she always tells us how Delilah needs a baby sibling now that Bri’s in college. Guess she just got proof that we’re workin’ on it.”

#munnysummergame #eddie munson #older!eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic

[chaoticpuff17]

Amygdala

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Hey ya'll, sorry it's been a minute. School and kiddos have been crazy and I just haven't had time to write!--- chaotic puff

Chapter 13

Margot woke up the next morning back in bed with no recollection of how she’d gotten there. She had to assume it was Yoongi who as far as she could tell was not in the bed with her, much to her relief. 

With a groan, Margot sat up willing herself to start the day despite the voice in her head nagging at her to stay under the covers and hope that this was all a terrible dream, but she knew it wasn’t and hiding wouldn’t do her any good. She’d be much better off exploring her new enclosure and figuring out exactly what she was dealing with. But first she needed a shower. She found a good hot shower fixed a lot of things. It wouldn’t change her circumstances, but it would make her feel a little better. 

As much as she didn’t like the situation, Margot had to admit that she was completely in love with Yoongi’s bathroom. The shower was spacious with a little bench indented into one wall that would be a godsend for shaving her legs, and there were two different shower heads, one on each side of the shower. Clearly this shower had been made with multiple people in mind which sent a wave of anxiety through her. 

Margot brushed the feeling off, knowing there was nothing she could do about it at the moment. Dwelling on what features Yoongi had picked for his home would only cause her more worry, and after the events of the previous night, she was fairly convinced that Yoongi had lost his mind, becoming fixated on delusions of what their relationship could have been. 

Washed, dried, and wrapped in a deliciously warm and fluffy towel, Margot wandered out of the bathroom in search of something to wear, finding the closet fairly easily. 

Half of the space was filled with Yoongi’s clothes, an assortment of jeans and tshirts, sweatshirts and joggers, and flannels. These were things that she expected. There was also an assortment of other things, things that didn’t fit with the image of Yoongi that still lingered in her brain from their college days: dress shirts, suits, expensive watches, jewelry, shiny dress shoes. Even if she wasn’t personally used to seeing him in suits and shiny shoes, she supposed that he needed to curate a certain image as the head of his own enterprise, even if it was a criminal one.

The other half of the closet was bare, and she swiftly came to the conclusion that that was her side of the closet and that the boxes piled there were meant for her. Upon further examination, the boxes were filled with her things: her clothes, her shoes, her jewelry. 

Another spike of anxiety shot through her. 

He hadn’t asked for permission or her opinion. He’d simply acted. Within a matter of hours he’d managed to have her life packed up and brought to him as if it was the most simple thing in the world. As grateful as she was to have her own things, Margot was also sick at the idea of her entire life being so easily transmuted, seamlessly stitched together with Yoongi’s as though this was all natural. 

Shaking off her quickly darkening thoughts as best she could, Margot began the process of digging through the boxes in search of something to wear. Eventually, she would need to unpack, but for now she was going to search for her comfy clothes and leave the boxes for another time in the vain hope that Yoongi would snap out of his delusions and allow her to go home. 

Eventually Margot was able to find a comfortable sleeveless mock neck shirt and a stretchy pair of palazzo pants that would work well enough. She’d even managed to dig out one of her many cardigans to keep herself warm in the chill of the air conditioning. She tried not to think about who had packed her clothes or the box of her intimates which had been one of the first boxes she’d stumbled across. 

With her cardigan pulled tightly around her, Margot left the relative safety of the bedroom to explore the rest of the house. Yoongi had been the one to take her to and from every room she’d been in so far except for the brief walk from the kitchen to the open living area. She had no idea how big the house actually was or if she had any limits on where she could and could not go within it. Yoongi had said that this was her home too, a horrifying thought in of itself, but he hadn’t established if there were any boundaries within the house. She knew well enough that she couldn’t leave the house unsupervised, but there had been no mention of any part of the house being off limits. But before she could do any real exploration of the house, she desperately needed some caffeine.

The house might have been strange to her, but at the very least she remembered where the kitchen was. 

Slowly, Margot made her way down the hallway to the staircase that would bring her to the lower level of the apartment where the kitchen was situated. 

She found that the penthouse looked much different in the daylight. The night had cast long shadows over everything that combined with the low lighting had made everything seem dark and dismal, the perfect hideout for a criminal mastermind. It was different with light streaming through the floor to ceiling windows that made up several walls of the apartment. The space was actually much more light and airy than she had previously thought. 

The walls were painted either in shades of light gray or in white with a cheery wood floor beneath her bare toes as she explored. The sofa was a soft white color with a multitude of throw pillows decorating it in muted shades of blue, off white, and what seemed to her to be a terracotta orange. Artwork covered several of the walls, and as she looked around she couldn’t find a single piece of furniture or decor that she would have objected to having in her own home. Of course everything here cost far more than she would have been willing to spend on furnishing an apartment, and it lacked the random knick-knacks she had collected over the years. Everything else was designed to her taste. The color palette especially would have suited her college aged self who had favored those soft autumnal shades of blues and reds that she saw on the sofa. 

As she looked at it all, she was struck quite clearly with the thought that this didn’t just suit her design preferences, even if the color palette was a little outdated, it had been designed for her. Yoongi had built a home with her in mind and had simply waited for the day that he could bring her back to it. 

“Min buin.” A voice called, bringing her attention to the young man who was standing in the entrance to the kitchen watching her with a warily, almost as though he was sizing her up. 

Margot didn’t recognize him, but she had to assume that he was a part of the security team that Yoongi had assigned to her. 

“You one of my babysitters?” She asked, folding her arms under her chest as she pulled her cardigan a little tighter around herself, one foot shifting to be perched on top of the other as she watched the unknown man.

“Kant Chul, ma’am.” He introduced himself with a respectful bow. 

“Buin.” Another voice called, as Yeong stepped out of the kitchen to greet her. “The boss had to step out to take care of some things.” He explained answering a question she hadn’t even thought to ask yet. “He asked us to get you anything you need until he returns later.” 

She sighed, shifting her weight so that both feet were once more on the ground. “You don’t need to call me ‘buin’. I’m not his wife.” 

“It’s a sign of respect, ma’am. As the boss’ woman you’re to be treated with great care and deference.” 

She chuckled a little at that partially because of the situation itself and partly because she hadn’t expected someone working for a gang to be so eloquent. 

“Did he say when he’d be back?” 

“No, ma’am.” Yeong shook his head, the other man keeping silent as Yeong spoke to her. “There was an…” he paused searching for the right word to use for the situation. “Emergency at work that required the boss’ continued attention.” 

“Ah.” She nodded. “Same thing that dragged him away yesterday?” She didn’t particularly care what it was that was keeping Yoongi away. She was just happy she didn’t have to wake up in the same bed as him, but it was polite to continue the conversation. 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

“Right. Well, could either of you show me where he keeps his stash of tea and where the mugs are?” She asked, moving towards the kitchen. “I desperately need some caffeine.” 

Chul piped up, speaking for the first time since Yeong had made his appearance. “I can get you a cup of coffee, buin.” 

Yeong scoffed, whacking the other man upside the head lightly. “Yah. Don’t you know she doesn't drink coffee? How long have you been on her detail?” He scolded. 

“I‘ll be just fine with a cup of tea.” She told them both, amused by how relaxed they both seemed despite the situation and despite the fact they were meant to be keeping her prisoner in the house. “Have either of you had breakfast yet?” She asked as Yeong moved to get her a mug and find her a selection of teas to choose from. 

“Yes, ma’am.” Yeong answered, giving her a soft smile. “We ate before our shift started.” 

“Don’t you think it’s a little weird to be taking shifts to guard one woman?” She asked, staring at Yoongi’s bland white mugs in distaste. There was no pizazz to them, no personality. 

“The boss is very concerned with your safety, ma’am.” Yeong answered. It was the same party line she’d been given the day before. 

“Of course.” She scoffed. “This has nothing to do with the fact that your boss is delusional and paranoid. It’s totally normal for someone to need at least two people with them at all times to go places.” 

“The boss just wants to keep you safe, buin.” Chul piped up, placing a selection of tea down in front of her. 

She picked a nice looking green tea, but before she could move to start making it herself, Chul had already taken her selection and started the motions himself. 

“I can make my own tea.” She moved to try to stop him, feeling odd having the two strangers waiting on her, but Yeong stopped her, gently directing her to sit at one of the stools at the island. 

“It’s our job to look after you, ma’am.” He told her gently. “Last night must have been… difficult for you. Let Chul make you a cup of tea.” 

“I feel kinda useless if I’m not doing anything.” She admitted, fighting with her fingers, eyes fixated not the dark red polish on her nails. 

Yeong nodded understandingly. “Have you had breakfast yet, buin?” She shook her head no. “Then you can help me get something started. The boss wouldn’t be very happy if we let you starve.”

“Is he ever really happy?” 

Yeong paused for a moment as he opened the fridge in search of ingredients. “Since I got the order to look after you, buin, he’s been happier than I’ve ever seen him.” Margot stared at him blankly. “I’ve never seen the boss like this about anyone.” Yeong explained. 

“He’s threatened everyone within an inch of their lives if anything happens to you.” Chul added on. “He’s damn scary when he wants to be.” 

Margot couldn’t disagree with that. Yoongi terrified her to the very core of her being, and yet there were times she couldn’t help but to still see him as the boy she’d known in college. If he terrified her when he was trying in his own twisted way to woo her, she could only imagine what he was like with people he was actually trying to scare. 

“He’s not a bad boss though!” Chul hurried to add as though he was frightened his comment would get back to Yoongi. “And watching you isn’t a bad gig! It’s been pretty easy so far!” 

“Glad I could make your lives less difficult.” She commented dryly. 

“It’s an honor to be trusted with something the boss considers so precious.” Yeong explained, a little more eloquently than his partner. “What would you like to eat, buin?” 

She shook her head, leaning against the island as Chul placed a cup of tea in front of her. “Nothing. I’m not really hungry this morning. Bit nauseous actually.” 

Chul nodded understandingly before turning to rummage through the cupboards as Yeong looked at her worriedly. 

“The boss won’t like you not eating.” 

“Well as the cause of my nausea he can fuck off.” 

A bowl was set down in front of her with a clink. Margot looked up to see Chul grinning at her. 

“A little rice might help settle your stomach. Empty stomachs don’t help nausea.” 

She wanted to argue, but she knew he was right, and it was sweet of him to try to help. 

“Thank you.” 

Slowly, she dipped her spoon into the rice, taking a small bite.

“So what would you like to do today, buin?” 

Margot stared at him blankly, unsure if he actually wanted her to answer that or not. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was allowed to do within the bounds of the Yoongi’s control. “The boss never said you couldn’t go out.” Yeong explained just as gently as he had been explaining everything else, allowing her to keep some of her dignity. “You just have to have your security with you, and the boss needs to know where you’ll be.”

“It’s a safety issue.” Chul chimed in. 

Margot cast her gaze down to her mug sitting beside the half eaten bowl of rice. She couldn’t pin down why, but the plain white dishware grated at her nerves. There wasn’t even a pattern or a design to break up the stark white on either of the pieces of dishware. There wasn’t a chip or scratch to suggest that it had been well loved. It was just white, plain undiluted white.

Margot sighed, turning away from the dishes and her irrational dislike of them, a headache beginning to take form just behind her eyes, and a deep exhaustion settling in her bones despite the fact she’d only just woken up. 

“I think I just want to lie down.” she admitted, missing the comfort of her own bed. 

“Are you alright, buin?” Yeon asked, eyeing her with concern. 

“I’m just a little tired.” she said, sending him a brittle smile. Every bit of her felt brittle these days. “I didn’t sleep very well last night.” 

—————

Yoongi arrived back home more than a little pissed off. He’d had to spend the entire day away because his men were too incompetent to deal with problems without him, and as a result he hadn’t gotten to be with Margot on her first day in their home. 

Overall, he was tired and upset and a little more than ready to see the love of his life, but when he entered the apartment, everything was silent and still as it normally was. There was no immediate sign of Margot or any other living person in the space setting his already rankled nerves even further on edge. 

“Margot?” he called, stepping further into the apartment. 

There were a few lights on, but they were dimmed, a barely there glow over the space. 

“Boss.” Seongnam, a member of Margot’s security team, appeared out of the kitchen bowing respectfully.

“Where is Margot?” Yoongi demanded, eyes scanning over the apartment in search of her even as he asked, and a wave of relief sweeping through him as he spotted a lump on the couch covered in a throw blanket. 

“She had a migraine today, sir.” Seongnam stated. “She’s sleeping on the sofa right now.” 

“A migraine?” Yoongi asked, head tilted slightly to the side. 

It was a problem he wasn’t unfamiliar with. She had gotten them from time to time when they were in college, usually when she was under a significant amount of stress. 

“Yes, sir.” Seongnam nodded. “She took some pain medication and has been asleep for a few hours now.” 

Yoongi hummed in understanding, his eyes still fixed on Margot where she laid dead to the world on the sofa. 

“If I could say, sir…” Seongnam began again, hesitant as though he was unsure how the mob boss would react to what he was about to say. “I think the move has been hard on her.” 

“Did she go out at all today?” Yoongi asked, making his way over to her and taking a seat beside her, eyes scanning to make sure that she was alright.

“No, sir. She wasn’t feeling well and spent the majority of the day on the couch.” 

“Thank you,Seongnam.” Yoongi sighed, smoothing a hand over her sleep rumbled hair. “I’ll take care of her from here.” 

The other man bowed, leaving the couple alone. 

Yoongi looked down at Margot, a frown marring his features. 

Logically he’d known that there was no way she was gone. He knew that, but arriving home to a still house without any obvious signs of her presence had sent a bolt of panic through him. He didn’t like the idea that being here with him caused her stress, but he liked the idea of her being gone even less. Not knowing where she was even for a moment, had caused his mind to jump to the worst case scenario. 

He knew it wasn’t healthy. He knew it bordered a little on the obsessive, but he’d only just gotten her back, and being unable to be with her on her first day in their home especially given the circumstances in which the move had happened had already put him on edge. 

His fingers curled into the strands of her hair, playing with it as he calmed down. She’d very rarely let him play with her hair back in college. She’d always said that it tickled uncomfortable or that people tugged too hard, but when she didn’t feel well, she would let him play with her hair, curled into his side like a contented cat as he mindlessly twirled the strands and let them run through his fingers. He did that now almost subconsciously, a natural response to the knowledge that she didn’t feel well. 

Part of him felt a twinge of guilt at the state she was in. He knew that stress caused her to get migraines, and here she was after a stressful transition with a migraine, her foot peeking out from beneath the blanket still bandaged from the broken glass the night before. He’d wanted nothing more than to keep her safe, and yet she was in worse shape than when he’d brought her home. 

Despite knowing that, there was no part of him that had even considered the possibility of letting her go. He couldn’t even if he’d wanted to, but he also couldn’t let her wither and fade in his care. He wanted her happy and healthy. A faded and diminished version of her was not his goal, and he wouldn’t let that happen to her. 

“I’m sorry, jagi.” He whispered, brushing a stray piece of hair away from her face. “I’ll do better. I promise.” 

part 14

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[moxfirefly]

Greetings and salutations, this has been a work in progress that originally I wanted to throw out during October but alas, life, and other things got in the way. So this is brought to you by a headcanon that my bestie @ray-jaykub has with Don. So please enjoy!

Rated Explicit (18+only)

“And baby you can have whatever you like”

To truly comprehend where this incisive desire came from is quite hard to do so. Because there isn’t a moment in time Donatello can pin point it. If anything it sort of manifest one evening while talking to you (or so he likes to tell himself).

For the most part he just does it.

You see, you had been lamenting about an outfit you needed for a work event. There had been a beautiful knitted sweater you wanted, hand crafted and costly. New boots to go with it that also reached the triple digits and a heavy replenishing of many of your makeup products. A paycheck could’ve easily been dumped on it but naturally that was too irresponsible on your end.

So as you pouted and eliminated the items from the online cart, Donnie had simply taken it upon himself to buy the aforementioned products. Sure it had been a pretty penny but Donatello was anything if due diligent with the money he made.

To better put it, he had it, he could spend it, all would still be well. Groceries would still come in.

If he had to make a cliff note of what exactly made him stir a little more than the usual, it had to be your excited squeals.

When the package had arrived at your doorstep with an added note in which he had stated he got you a little something something you had video called him clutching the goodies. He felt a pleasant somersault in his stomach as you thanked him profusely and announced that he should remain on the call so you could model the outfit for him.

That had to be it, right?

It must’ve been as you undressed, tossing your clothes off camera and putting on an outfit he had gotten just for you.

Maybe both those things?

Either way, he had been hard the entire video call.

Ever the man of science he was, questions like this required a bit more research. So on his own he had scoured the internet for yet another outfit but this one plainly of his own choosing. Donnie had a good eye already for your style, he may have taken a liberty or two on color but nevertheless he had purchased yet another full outfit and mailed it to your apartment.

And much to his surprise this time you didn’t call, you simply showed up at the lair in your new outfit.

Now that…

That had really done something in his body. Made one too many of those good chemicals boil. So it hadn’t been too out of character when he had locked the lab and had bent you over his desk.

Over time it started to become a habit. You had glanced at your nails, mentioned how they needed a manicure desperately. Donnie had wasted no time, he sent the cash through Venmo to you, threw in an extra hundred for the pedicure and facial. You had asked if that was alright, the gift giving hadn’t gone unnoticed but this was too much money. He had insisted with a smile, as for a compromise you asked him to pick out the color at the very least.

And that had made him feel that familiar tickling in the pit of his stomach. He had asked for a pretty dark purple.

In a matter of months your closet had been rebranded, the old articles had been donated, and in came the majority of outfits Don had bought for you. Low on your night routine products, he had set up an Amazon subscription to replenish it monthly. Wanted to treat yourself to a nice lunch on the good side of town? The cash was sent before your stomach could grumble.

Donnie found something he wanted to see you in and then promptly take it off with his teeth? Picked, bought, sent, ready to wear.

You couldn’t contain your grin one day whilst chatting with April about some pretty dress pants you saw at some bougie store. Donnie had been pouring himself a cup of coffee when he overheard. Mug to his lips and a hand down his pocket he had walked over, honest to god pulled several hundred dollar bills and handed it over to you.

Between his smile and April’s raised brow, you had to stifle a giggle.

It wasn’t to say that it was odd, most partners would want to treat their significant other to whatever materialistic desire they might have. The sort of odd specificity of it all that Donnie want some human man with some CEO entry level job. Nevertheless Donnie did make good bank with whatever he remotely did and was quite smart with his finances.

He could splurge when it came to you.

And he quickly found out that he actively enjoyed spending on whatever your heart desired.

As Halloween approached you wondered what might be delivered onto you. Donnie had been investigating with some subtle questions on what you’d enjoy trying out as a costume. The subject had landed on your love for the villain Shego from Kim Possible. You’d mentioned how you’d never had the guts to try it out, it was a skin tight suit and your nerves always won over.

The proverbial lightbulb had lit up in Donnie’s brain. Some investigating and hastily pricey purchase later, the replica costume had been delivered.

Donnie tracked the package as if he were tracking any bad guy. He wanted it to arrive on Halloween and he had already planned an entire evening just the two of you.

How things had escalated this much was still beyond you. How this had unlocked something hidden beneath the surface for the both of you wasn’t too beyond thought.

You were observing yourself in front of your bathroom in full costume. You had gone so far as to fluff up your locks to add a little extra volume, make up was done just exactly. By all means you looked just like your precious Shego.

But damn was this costume skin tight. Each curve accentuated leading to your mind to make you self conscious once more. This was the usual hurdle you could never pass by whenever you had contemplated getting the costume for past Halloween nights.

Donnie’s voice slipped into your quiet breakdown.

“Are you alright?” He had a knowing smile as he spoke whilst leaning against the door. The image of you in skin tight spandex had been distracting him for days. He did also know your self conscious mindset would kick in but he wasn’t about to let that win.

“I look silly” You called from the door, the echo in your bathroom highlight the slight tremble of your words.

“Impossible, you only look silly in the morning” That jerk, he was right though. Your hair had a mind of its own whenever you woke up from a deep slumber.

“I’d like to see you” He spoke again, voice unwavering even thought his pulse was betraying it.

As the doorknob moved and the lock was clicked off, Donnie felt his throat go as dry as sandpaper. You opened the door tentatively, your body the picture of nerves but adorned in an outfit that had simply left him lost for words. He hadn’t expected the hair and make up, truthfully he’d forgotten that in his usual instructions note.

Donnie looked, he allowed his eyes to take it all in and some memory of him seeing that show when he was young all those years ago and crushing over Shego just went off in his brain.

“I look silly don’t I? This is stu-“ Your words were muffled by lips and your body being pushed up against the very bathroom door you had exited not even a few handful of minutes ago. The momentum of his movements had found you being lifted by your thighs. It was a messy kiss, the kind of ones where it hurt so good to feel so wanted. There was a whimper when those large hands of his gripped your rear just to further press himself closer to you. With that very momentum he backed up with you and walked the few steps to the bed. Somewhere between a nip to your lower lip and a gutural moan escaping him you felt fabric tear. Donnie’s fingers dug into your rear, stretched the sides of the material and it gave way with a pleasant sound.

You were lucky he had a hold on you because your knees felt severely checked out by that.

With that very energy he placed you on the bed, gripped your waist and flipped you onto your stomach.

He buried his face, felt how ridiculously wet you were and almost lost it. You wanted to find words, wanted something coherent to seductively throw back at him but the jittering mumble of moans was all that tumbled out. Donnie was possessed for lack of a better term, pure instinct taking over as he licked and ate with earnest. He could stay there for days if he could, if you let him.

The last final stripe he licked made your toes curl and your eyes twitch. He pushed you upwards, further to the middle of the bed. The creak of the bed alerting you he too was now fully on it.

“You. Look. So. Fucking. Beautiful.” You heard each word punctuated by something being taken off, the straps of his suspenders, the buckle of his belt, the slide of a zipper. When your lustful fog cleared enough for you to throw a glance over your shoulder, it must’ve done something to him. Because those pupils were blown, his hands clutched your hips and pressed you against himself.

You felt the stiff hard outline of his cock, it rubbed just so against your wet folds and the anticipation alone made your arms buckle. “Fuck, Don-please” Finally words, you felt proud.

“I’m going to” He grunted, rubbing your wetness along his cock.

That first breach never seized to leave you gasping. The stretch too palpable, the ache that hit that slowly subsided to pleasure. The familiar song and dance of these things. “God, you’re so tight and hot” He could almost don from it, the overwhelming notion that all this was brought on by him, that he could rile you up and possess every inch of your skin.

The arch of your spine, the way your fingers dug into the sheets, the green of the costume.

The smeared make up, the black lipstick smudged.

Donnie wrapped an arm around your waist and lifted you against his plastron. Soon enough you felt another tear to the costume, right at your chest, exposing his other favorite spot of yours. His hands greedily cupped just as he thrusted.

A hand rubbed at your chest whilst the other slipped into the tear of the suit to find your swollen neglected clit. The circles he drew there had your thighs shaking and lips parting to moan.

“Don’t s-stop! There-there-there!” You shouted just as he found the right rhythm with his hips and fingers.

And who was he to deny you this? Every the giving one, he simply had to commit to pushing you off that precipice.

So he did, so much so, so many times that by the time that you felt like a limp noodle in his arms and you mumbled out your shared safe word you didn’t know what day it was.

When your cheek felt the soft fabric of the sheets you could register Donnie taking himself in hand, frantically fisting until warmth hit the back of your thighs with a low moan.

Then his lips found your neck, the gentle kisses bringing you down back to earth. The sensitivity behind each peck made your heart swell. He maneuvered himself next to you, pushing you against himself as he continued to rub soothing circles on your back. He whispered his usual questions, if you were alright, if he had been too rough. All to which you had lazily shaken your head no to.

“I’m going to clean you up, I’ll be-“ Your hand landed on his cheek, you shook your head no again. “Not yet, stay here” Sleep and exhaustion we’re starting to take over, the slurred connection of your words giving you away. Donnie had to smile as he settled back on the bed, loving even more how you scooted closer to him.

His hand rubbed the exposed skin, the straps and ribbons of torn fabric looked beautiful on you. He wondered if you would agree to something like this again, the possibility of it already making his stomach do flips.

For now though, he had to take care of you.

And admire how beautiful you looked in his arms.

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #donatello x reader #donnie x reader #tmnt donatello #tmnt Donnie #ns*w #paimon writes

[michelle-is-writing]

The Dress, Ben Hardy

Word Count: 3k~

Fashion has always been something I enjoyed. My fiancé, who has a good fashion sense himself, always lets me dress him any chance I get. Even when he goes to significant events like big award shows, my decision-making with clothes is still requested without fail every time.

"(Y/n), can you help me pick out my suit?"

"(Y/n), what shoes would be best?"

"(Y/n), which outfit should I wear?"

And with a smile, each time, I would respond happily.

"Of course, Ben."

Yet, every time I dress him, he somehow convinces me into dressing up as well before heading out into the scene with his arm wrapped tightly around my waist as my head rests on his chest. I enjoy dressing up Ben, and he seems to enjoy watching me get dressed up as well.

Tonight is no different, except the event is much smaller than the usual events we go to. This time, it's just a simple get-together for Ben and his cast members from Bohemian Rhapsody. Just as five rolled around, two hours before the dinner, Ben asks the question I got used to hearing after two years of being together.

"(Y/n), would you mind helping me?" I hear Ben ask, his head peering around the corner as his blonde locks fall against his forehead. From the living room couch, I smile and stand up before heading over to him as he explains. "I can't decide what to wear."

"I'd love to help you, love," I assure him, kissing his cheek. I watch his lips turn up into a sweet smile before I walk into our bedroom, his footsteps following behind mine. Looking into our closet, I quickly pluck out the set of clothes I like. The outfit is casual, but it's one of my favorites. The pants hug his legs just enough to accentuate his muscles, and I can't help but love them.

Handing Ben the black button-up top with beige pants, I pick out his brown oxfords and sit down on the bed with them beside me. With a smile, Ben clambers into the beige pants, eliciting a small laugh from me. "I can't help that I'm a bit clumsy!" He points out, making me laugh even more.

"At least you recognize it," I joke, watching his slightly red cheeks dim down to a pink hue. I watch as he moves onto his shirt, sliding the arms on and straightening it out before beginning to button it. Before his fingers reach the second bottom-button, I stop him.

"Come here." I tell him, moving to stand on my knees on the bed to meet his height. Despite this, he still manages to tower over me by a few inches, making him smile.

Brushing Ben's hands away from the shirt, I begin buttoning it myself before moving onto roll up the dark sleeves. I finish the left one without a problem and switch over to the right one, my hands brushing against his skin each time I do so. Like the other arm, I stop at the middle of his bicep just as Ben leans forward and plants his lips against mine, therefore preventing me from doing anything else.

Giggling, I move my hands from his arm and up to his face as I kiss back at his eager lips. "Mmm, Ben," I say his name, only to be interrupted by another kiss. "I have," another kiss. "to get," another one. "ready too."

Finally listening to me, he pulls back with a smirk and plops down next to me on the bed, watching me as I stand to go into the closet. "Wear the (f/c) dress," I hear him say from the bed.

"Which one?" I ask, popping my head out of the closet. I soon find myself biting my lip as I gaze at Ben as he rests back against the bed, using his elbows to hold himself up while his legs spread out against the edge of the mattress. Right now, he looks comfortable while, at the same time, utterly delectable.

"My favorite," He simply answers, smirking at his own coyness. Shaking my head with a small laugh, I move to my side of the closet and find the dress he's talking about. Pulling the hanger from the metal rod, I hold it out to look at it and see if there's anything wrong with it. Thankfully, it's still the same (f/c) dress that Ben loves. It could be the neckline of it that makes Ben like it so much, or it could also be the soft, velvety material that it's made out of. Or, maybe, it's because the dress hugs me in all of the right spots, and Ben just can't help himself after a long night of unintentional teasing.

Pulling my clothes off and slipping on the dress, I slide into some black pumps before walking back into the bedroom, earning a wolf-whistle from the man I love. The action causes me to smile and roll my eyes, knowing I'm probably going to have to deal with his hands on me for the rest of the night. "There's my sexy fiancé," Ben announces before standing from the bed and walking over to me.

Almost immediately, his hands find their way to my fabric covered hips while his lips lower down to mine. "Uh-uh," I tell him, placing my hand on his chest. "I still have to do my makeup and hair, and I know that if I don't do it now, we will be late."

"But, babe!" Ben exclaims, his arms pulling me closer to him. "You don't need makeup!" He tells me with a smile, causing me to blush.

"But don't you like that lipstick that I always put on with the dress?" I ask Ben, watching him fight the urge to let me go until he finally, but begrudgingly, releases his hold on me.

"Alright, fine," He gives in, stepping back while dramatically hanging his head low. "But I'll be waiting!" He exclaims, popping his head back up with a contagious smile. "Patiently..." He bids, slowly walking backward out of the bedroom with his hand waving up and down.

Once again, I smile and roll my eyes with a shake of the head at his goofiness before heading into the bathroom and finish getting ready. I do my makeup and hair the way I usually do, prompting Ben once again to pull me close to him when I walk into the living room. Thankfully, it only takes fifteen minutes for Ben to temporally satisfy his urge to kiss me, making me glad that my lipstick is smudge-proof.

It only takes a few minutes to arrive at the restaurant, quickly finding Rami and Lucy already seated in a booth. "Did we make you guys wait?" I ask, sliding into the empty side of the booth before Ben so he can sit in front of Rami.

"No, not at all, lovelies," Lucy assures us, both she and Rami giving us bright and happy smiles. "We just got here, actually," She assures me, nodding her head once. "Somebody wanted to kiss me and then not stop when we were getting ready."

At her words, Rami looks down with a dark blush painting his cheeks and a smile that practically shouts "not sorry" taking over his lips. I giggle at her words before looking over at an innocent-looking Ben and giving him a small smirk. "Sounds like someone I know too!" I chide, watching as he gains the same look on his face as Rami's. Both of our guys are so alike, and I can't help but love it.

Conversations between us all come and go as we get our drinks and dinner, having a great time as we all joke around and share stories with one another. Once we finish our meals, we don't head out, and instead, Ben heads over to the bar to fetch him and Rami a pint. Choosing to stay at the booth with Rami and Lucy as they talk to each other, I stare at the love of my life while he talks with the bartender. A few seconds pass before a cute blonde moves to stand beside him and speak up, making my smile turn into a frown as I continue staring.

I trust Ben and all, but that doesn't mean that I'm not bothered by the flirtatious look the woman's giving him or the fact that he's talking to her as if he doesn't notice this. With the way she keeps throwing her hand, I can tell she's flirting, and if I weren't mistaken, the smile on his face shows that he doesn't mind it. Ben knows I can see him, so why is he doing this in plain view?

I hate to admit it, but as I watch it all go down, I feel my self-esteem lower as well. The blonde woman is beautiful, to simply put it. She could get anyone in this bar, and yet, she's trying to get the man that's mine - the man I love. Now that I think about it, Ben could get anyone in this entire world, but he chose me... why?

"Miss?" I hear a voice speak up to the right of me, causing me to look over and see the waiter standing at the end of our table with a small smile. "Did you hear me?"

With a flustered smile, I wave my hand with a shake of my head. "I'm sorry, I didn't," I tell him, blushing with embarrassment. "I wasn't paying attention," I explain. I was too busy staring at Ben and the girl at the bar that I didn't even hear the poor man ask me a question.

"It's alright," The man assures me with a polite nod and smile. "Can I get you anything, hon'?" At his question, I shake my head and thank him before he walks away. Only a couple of seconds pass before I see Ben in the corner of my eye returning with two glasses in his hands, handing one to Rami before sitting beside me. His eyes don't meet mine, and for some reason, he looks almost mad. Going by the fact that the woman back there was blatantly flirting with him and he didn't stop her, I can't help but grow a little upset as well, except my annoyance is for a reason.

Thirty minutes pass before we're all standing from the booth and bidding happy goodbyes before heading to our cars. Thankfully, Lucy and Rami didn't seem to notice me and Ben not speaking to each other, which is good since I wouldn't have known what to say. Meanwhile, Ben hasn't even spared a glance at me once and has chosen to practically ignore me with dull hums as answers to my questions. The ever-growing silence and distant attitude from Ben only further my frustration, and despite trying to pass it off and forget about it, Ben's not letting me by not responding to me.

Once we reach our home, I park the car and turn it off before we head out of the car and into the house, wordlessly. When we walk in, Frankie remains in her bed, feeling the apparent tension between her two owners as our footsteps sound a bit heavier and stiffer than usual. Walking past the couch, I toss my purse onto the plush seat and head straight to the bedroom. Surprisingly, Ben follows me, only stopping in his stride when I do so.

Turning around, I look at his flustered form and grow confused. His cheeks are red and puffy, almost as if he were huffing like a child, and his blond eyebrows are furrowed together in what seems to be aggravation. Not to mention his arms are crossed against his chest, causing the rolled sleeves of his shirt to stretch against his biceps as he taps his foot against the carpet soundlessly, almost like he's waiting for me to speak up, and so, I do.

"What is your problem?" I ask him, trying to sound as calm as ever, but unfortunately, a few hints of malice come out, making Ben let out an angered sigh.

"Oh, I don't know," He answers, shrugging his shoulders dramatically while shaking his head, his eyes squinted. "Other than the fact that you and the waiter were flirting when I left the table for a few seconds, I don't know what could ever be the problem!"

His words take me by shock. The waiter and I barely exchanged ten words - and none of them were even remotely flirtatious. I guess the term "hon'" could be considered flirty, but the guy seemed like he was just doing his job and being a nice person at the same time. Why is Ben getting so upset over this?

"We were not flirting!" I defend myself, my lips parted in utter disbelief. Ben barely listens to my words before speaking up once more.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention!" He imitates me from earlier in a high pitched voice while impersonating what could be considered a troubled and overly dramatic version of me.

"Oh, it's not a problem doll-face," This time, his voice seeps with venom in a raspier and less-deep tone than his usual voice. He must be impersonating the waiter.

Despite Ben using the wrong term, I still find myself shaking my head at his childish antics before shooting back. "Oh, so you were jealous of the damn waiter for merely talking to me whenever you were over by the bar, flirting back and forth with some chick while I was waiting for you!" I point out, crossing my arms before throwing my hand in front of me in a questioning manner. His face then plays the same shocked and almost confused reaction like mine does, making me scoff. "Wow, Ben, I can totally understand your reasoning."

"We weren't flirting back and forth!" He argues as if he were offended. His reddened cheeks puff in exasperation while he uncrosses his arms. "She told me she was a big fan of my work, and I thanked her!"

"Ben, she was staring at you with 'fuck me' eyes!" I sadly exclaim, throwing my hands up in an exasperated motion as tears fill my eyes. His face seems to soften at my sudden mood change. "And I didn't want to face the fact that I was jealous, but then, I started thinking about how easily I could lose you to any other woman that might come around and be better than me in every way," I slowly confess, turning my eyes to the floor beneath my feet. Ben then moves closer, wrapping his arms around me and gently pulling me close to him. Despite being so pissed at him, I feel my instincts take over as I nuzzle my head closer to his chest and slowly wrap my arms around his middle.

"And it hurt. So, yeah, I got lost in my own little world with my insecurities, and then the waiter came up, and I didn't hear him talking to me," Looking up at him, I stare into his green eyes as they stare down at me, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "I swear, Ben, I wasn't flirting with him-" Ben cuts me off.

"I know, I know, baby," Ben assures me, one of his hands rising from my waist to run his thumb over my cheek. "And, I swear, I wasn't flirting with that girl either," He promises me. "She was in my way of getting back to the table and then she started talking, and despite trying to get past her, the only way I got her to move over was whenever I smiled and thanked her over and over again. You are the only woman for me, for the rest of my life, and the only one I will ever need or want," He promises, staring down into my eyes with the utmost honesty just before he lets out a sigh. "When I walked closer and saw the waiter looking you up and down..." Ben goes on to explain, shaking his head and closing his eyes. "I hate to admit it, but I wanted to beat the living-shit out of that guy."

At his words, I giggle and stand on the tips of my toes to press my lips against Ben's soft ones. Instantly, he kisses me back as his hand on my cheek grows firmer and his arm around me pulls me closer, giving us no space between our bodies - just the way we like it.

After a few seconds of passionate kissing, we pull away, leaving us both breathless as his thumb slides up to brush over my now swollen bottom lip. "How were you able to tell that the woman was staring at me with 'fuck me' eyes from so far away?" He asks, his voice clouded with an almost cocky tone.

"Because I've been looking at you with the same gaze for the past two hours," I explain, watching a smirk make its way onto Ben's lips. Soon enough, I find myself being playfully tossed onto the bed while Ben makes his way down my body, lightly nipping at my thighs as he pushes the bottom of my dress upward, his hands lingering on my bottom as he does so.

"I don't know how I've been able to keep my hands off you this entire night," Ben confesses, "And, I have to admit," he starts, his green eyes peering over the bunched-up fabric of my dress. "even though I love this dress, I feel like ripping it off right now," He mutters, making me laugh. Despite his current animalistic feelings, I know he could never rip one of his favorite dresses of mine - he loves to see me in it too much.

#ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy imagines #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy fanfic #ben jones #ben hardy x fem reader #bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rhapsody x reader #bohemian rhapsody imagine #roger taylor imagines #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor fanfiction #roger taylor fanfic #roger taylor #roger taylor x reader

[frickingnerd]

being in a poly relationship with kazuma and ryunosuke

pairing: ryunosuke naruhodo x gn!reader x kazuma asogi

tags: fluff, established relationship, set after the events of tgaac, polyamorous relationship, kazuma is a tease, jealous kazuma

while kazuma and ryunosuke are perfectly fine with sharing and show no signs of jealousy towards one another, their courtroom rivalry sometimes shows a bit in your relationship!

the two boys are dating each other as well, but oftentimes they are trying to playfully one up one another, when it comes to impressing you!

kazuma likes to tease ryunosuke a lot, which is how those little duels usually start. and you always have to break it up, by letting both boys know that you love them equally, no matter who wins their little quarrel!

ryunosuke is equally affectionate with both you and kazuma, while kazuma is often more affectionate towards you! his affection towards ryunosuke is always much more playful than gentle, as it is with you!

kazuma is the one in your relationship who's wearing the pants! he wants the two of you to rely on him to help shoulder your burdens and protect you at all times!

due to how confident kazuma is, he has no problems with taking the initiative either! if he wants to kiss you, he'll simply ask for a kiss or surprise you with one!

ryunosuke tries to be more like kazuma and make the first move too, but he's always a blushing and flustered mess when he attempts to surprise you with a kiss or hug!

despite kazuma and ryunosuke's little rivalry in court, the two of them trust you and each other to ask for help with their cases! even if kazuma and ryunosuke are working on opposite sides on the same case, the two of them care more about finding out the truth instead of winning!

most of your dates with the two boys are squeezed in between helping them with paperwork at the office! if you manage to find some free time, the three of you drink some tea together and enjoy some cake!

depending on how busy they are, only one of the boys might have time for you! but neither of them is jealous when they're excluded from couple activities due to work!

while they aren't jealous when it comes to each other, kazuma can get quite jealous when anyone else tries to hit on you! his feelings get the better of him in that moment and he'll get a bit possessive, always demanding a kiss afterwards, to reassure himself that you still love him!

#kazuma asogi x reader #ryunosuke naruhodo x reader #asoryuu #ryunosuke naruhodo #kazuma asogi #kazuma #asogi #ryunosuke #naruhodo #kazuma x reader #ryunosuke x reader #naruhodo x reader #asogi x reader #x reader #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #fluff #headcanons #polyamorous #ace attorney x reader #ace attorney #the great ace attorney #the great ace attorney chronicles #the great ace attorney x reader #tgaac #tgaa #tgaac x reader #tgaa x reader #aa x reader

[plasmasimagination]

Hi congrats on 300 followers!! can i ask for match up with genshin and hsr character ( i prefer male)

Detail about me:

she/her, adult, taurus, height : 148 cm, straight black hair, light skinned, from south east asia, don't stand cold, have bad knee joint in my left leg so i must careful when running if i don't want to fall over, i tend to slipped and fall over quite many times because of this.

Personality: a bit of crybaby (i cry easily even when i try to hold it), quite prideful and not easily admit my mistakes, but if i try i can. Not really street-smart. I'm quite naive for my age. im willing to learn from my mistakes if i see it. trying to be polite to everyone i meet. I'm quite a people pleaser on the outside.

I tend to dress simply and don't wear many accessories, like to wear pants over skirt and i like to be practical.

When i like it and the inspiration appear, i like to draw simple chibi arts of my favorite fictional characters. In the past i loved to draw full body and more detailed works but not anymore in these days.

I more like loner-type and tend to search for quiet place to do my things. People said i'm always like to be alone and dazing even though i'm listening to them. I like flowers and leafy-plants because it make me at peace when looking at them. I'm jasmine tea lover, and i like jasmine fragrance best.

Thank you for this match up event!!

Hey sweetie

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DAN HENG

Ah yes, two loners being alone together, but not lonely

He considers your sensitivity completely valid and ,even though not the best at comforting, he tries his best in trying to make you feel better and generally to avoid you being sad

Naive? No worries, Dan Heng is your guard dog and will just yank you away from the situation if he thinks you're falling for something you shouldn't, he can't let his sweetheart be tricked can he now?

He's definitely super confused as to how polite and sweet you are to others, like how do u have the energy for that?! He's genuinely impressed and most of the time Is just next to you silently staring into the person's soul

ALBEDO

An unexpected duo, that's for sure

Albedo's all serious and analytical, while his sweetheart is all sweet and sensitive.

Honestly speaking, albedo would find great interest in you, I mean why wouldn't he, but really he finds you very amusing and always tried to get to know everything you think and that's bothering you

As an artist himself he finds your chibi art very cute and a "stylistic choice" (don't worry he loves it)

And if you decide to draw a chibi of him, he's gonna take it and just silently stare at it and say thanks

But later you'll find it by his workplace ,taped on the wall nicely.

#honkai star rail #hsr x reader #genshin fluff #honkai star rail x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact x reader #honkai x reader #genshin headcanons #albedo x y/n #albedo x you #albedo x reader #albedo x male reader #dan heng x female reader #dan heng x gender neutral reader #dan heng x y/n #dan heng x you #dan heng x reader

[ravenlking]

𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 what is it like being the beloved king of hearts?

gender-neutral (king of hearts is just a title!) warnings: reader is implied to be a heartslabyul member with magic genre: fluff with slight angst a/n: please give me feedback :)

Let me know if you'd like more!

Riddle treats you gently as if you were a delicate rose. He marvels at his ability to have such a loving partner like you, sticking with him through thick and thin. Even though he shows you such a horrible side to him, you still come to his rescue and reassure him with that smile he loves, that you still love him. His hands still shake and he still lurches upwards every night after the terrible nightmares, but luckily you're there to calm his racing heart and bring him back to Earth with a feather-light kiss on his cheek.

Riddle opens his eyes, a heavy gasp expelling from his lips. He pants heavily, his chest rising and falling as he does his best to forget the nightmare.

His hands are around your neck. Leaving bruises behind as the light in your eyes grow fainter. A menacing laugh escapes his mouth as Riddle watches you gasp for breath. Around you, the rose bushes are dead, limping forward in the monotones of brown.

At last, your head lolls forward, and your desperate grip on his hands laxes. Riddle watches, unable to do anything, as your body falls to the floor in a pathetic heap.

What has he done?

The next day, it's clear that he isn't in the right mood. He's more downtrodden, not willing to look you in the eye. You corner him, almost kabedon-ing him to the walls. His cheeks burn but he refuses to meet your demanding eyes.

"Why?"

Riddle is hesitant. He doesn't want you to know the dark side of him, let alone give you a bitter reminder of everything that has happened. But at last, he can't resist your gentle eyes. The nightmare spills from his lips immediately, tears welling up in his eyes as he recalls the events.

"Oh darling," You cradle him in your hands. You leaned in, lips brushing against his flaming cheeks before smiling. "I know you're better now, my queen. So smile for me."

And he does.

He always reserves time for you two to be together, no matter how busy his schedule may be. It doesn't matter that Azul wants to see him for a potential business deal between Octavinelle and Heartslabyul, he'll reschedule it. Oh darling, the club meeting? Riddle has it tomorrow, what do you mean? At the beginning of your relationship, he has to have a reminder on his desk to keep his promises but later on, it's practically instinct to do so.

Tea parties are a must in your relationship. Before his overblot, he makes sure that everything is perfect and according to the Queen of Heart's rules. In a way, it resembles the famous Unbirthday Parties your dorm holds, not a tea party for only you two. However, he is learning to step outside the boundaries after his overblot. He makes it more personal; instead of lemon tea, he sets up a teapot of your favorite tea. Instead of only being able to wear the dorm uniform, he is more relaxed, letting both parties wear whatever they want. He used to wear only his dorm uniform, a bitter reminder of his mother's/Heartslabyul's rules, still in his head, but he has grown to enjoy other articles of clothing that Cater helpfully exposed him to.

He feels extremely stressed on a daily basis. It comes to no one's surprise when they find you and him curled up in the corner of the rose gardens, massaging Riddle's shoulders as he rants about their day. And if they see anything, you'll simply use your unique magic "royal flush!" to command them to not tell a soul.

Riddle breathes out heavily, clenching onto his pen. Counting and calming methods run through his mind, desperately trying to calm his flushed face.

"Riddle?"

Almost immediately, his mood takes a turn, a relaxed smile on his youthful face as you came into view. His steely grey eyes sparkle at what was in your hands and you chuckled. Quickly taking out your pen, you summoned a simple table and chairs set-up before setting down the tray. Riddle uncurls himself, dusting off the stray branches from the rose bushes before sitting opposite you.

"Now, my queen," You smile, using a fork to lift a piece of the glistening strawberry tart onto the golden metal. Holding it up to Riddle's face, an understanding look could be seen in your eyes. "Forget about them. It's just you and I now."

Riddle hummed happily as you fed him the delectable treat, letting the sweetness of the tart and your behavior erase any leftover feelings from the earlier day.

Riddle is an old-fashioned man, learning how to court others from the etiquette books his mother read to him. Every morning, at approximately seven in the morning, an elegant red rose rests on your desk, a small note conveying his dearest wish for you to have a good day. It's incredibly sweet and the way he wakes up an hour earlier to plan the note and make sure he never repeats makes your cheeks blush and your heartbeat race. And if you are bilingual? Riddle will do his best to write in that language as well (the way his writing is as dainty and as perfect as ever in every language is a thing to marvel at)

Good morning, my dear king of hearts. I hope your day runs as smoothly as the love in my heart.

Every morning reminds me of how lucky I am to have someone as special as you.

The dapple of the morning light is incomparable to the light in your eyes, my rose.

Dates are incredibly cliche because Riddle has been confined his whole life. The poor boy probably doesn't even know what it is like to go to an amusement park - and fortunately for him, he has such a lovely partner to plan that as their first date! Even though he is traumatized by the adrenaline-filled rides, he still smiles at the silly polaroid picture strips you took together. (Those lucky enough to see his private quarters know how much he treasures those memories, going as far as to buy a picture stand to have them rest on his study desk).

He loves you enough to break his rules. He loves you enough to raise hell for you. To see that smile, he'll even defy his mother. Riddle Rosehearts will love you to the ends of Twisted Wonderland (and the rose-red gemstone ring tucked in his desk drawer alongside the plans for a perfect proposal will not say anything different).

#riddle rosehearts #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland #heartslabyul #twisted wonderland imagines #twst wonderland #disney twst #twst riddle