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Unfortunately Naruto IS my favorite anime of all time

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Tbh...

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VIDEO CALL

♡. calling them while they're away and they talk you through it, smut mdni, esex, voice kink? fingering, includes: gojo, yuta, sukuna next part

GOJO SATORU

It always started the same.

You in bed, hair messy, pouty because he was gone again. Him, shirtless in some expensive-ass hotel room, silver hair damp from a shower, his smug voice all static-laced and teasing through the speaker.

“Miss me?” he asked, grin lazy.

You nodded, tugging your hoodie over your bare thighs. “Always do.”

He hummed, camera shifting a bit. You caught a glimpse of his abs, that low V-line disappearing into a towel slung too low, and suddenly your breath hitched.

“What?” he said, tone dipped. “You’re staring.”

“Can’t help it,” you mumbled. “You’re hot.”

That made him smirk. A slow, dangerous smirk. His phone shifted, propped up now, hands-free, like he was settling in.

“Take it off.”

Your breath caught. “W-What?”

“The hoodie, baby,” he said, voice softer now. “Be a good girl for me. You always are.”

Your cheeks burned as you tugged the hoodie up and off. Just your panties underneath — no bra — and his breath caught when he saw you.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You're so pretty like this. Lay back for me.”

You did — slowly, letting your thighs spread just a little. The screen glowed with his eyes on you, darker now, hungry.

“Move the phone down. Just a little. I wanna see you.”

Your fingers trembled as you propped the phone against your pillow, angling it down just enough to catch the curve of your hips and the dip between your legs.

“That’s it. Good girl,” he whispered. “Now… touch yourself.”

Your heart pounded.

His voice stayed low, steady. Talking you through every move.

“Start slow. Two fingers. Just trace, don’t go in yet. I wanna see how wet you are.”

You bit your lip, obeying — and he groaned when he saw the slick shine on your fingers.

“Already that wet for me, huh? Just from hearing my voice?”

You nodded, shy.

“Okay, baby. Circle your clit. Slow, like how I do it. That’s right—fuck—you look so good.”

You let out a shaky moan, hips twitching, trying to keep still for him. His voice kept you grounded.

“Go inside now. Nice and slow. Curl your fingers like I do, yeah? Fuck, you’re so tight, look at the way she's clenching, princess.”

He was palming himself now — under the towel, slow strokes, breathing getting heavier.

“Wish I was there to stretch you out. Mouth on your pussy, fingers deep. You’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

“Y-Yeah,” you whimpered. “Want you so bad, Satoru.”

“Keep going. Don’t stop. Rub your clit with your other hand, that’s it. I wanna watch you cum for me.”

You were close now — body trembling, legs tightening, moans getting louder.

“Cum for me, baby,” he groaned, jerking himself harder now. “Cum so I can hear how pretty you sound when I’m not even there.”

And you did — a soft cry, body arching off the bed, thighs trembling as your orgasm hit. He moaned your name right after, biting his knuckles, hips stuttering under the towel.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. Just heavy breathing, soft smiles.

“You always listen so well,” he murmured. “Next time I’m back, I’m doing all of that for real.”

You giggled, lazy and warm.

“Next time,” you whispered. “I won’t let you leave.”

YUTA OKKOTSU

It starts innocent.

Late-night call. You're in bed, wrapped up in your sheets, wearing the hoodie he left behind last week. Yuta’s in his dorm, hair messy, cheeks pink, smiling through the screen like he’s just happy to see your face.

“I can’t sleep,” you pout.

“Me either,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

He looks tired. Soft. Voice raspy. And when the screen shifts, you realize—

He’s shirtless.

And yeah, you’ve seen him like that before, but not when it’s this late, not when you’re missing him this much, not when your thighs are already clenched and your heart’s beating too fast.

You don’t even mean to do it. Your hand just drifts. Under the blanket. Between your legs. Fingers rubbing slow as your eyes stay locked on his. your moans are quiet but he hears

“…Wait,” he says softly. “Are you…?”

You bite your lip.

“Mhm.”

His breath hitches.

He doesn’t say anything at first. Just stares — wide-eyed, flushed, lips parted. Then, barely above a whisper:

“Is that… for me?”

You nod.

“Yuta… I miss you so much.”

He swallows hard.

“C...Can I see?”

You don’t even hesitate. You shift the camera just a little — enough to show your hand slipping under the hem of your sleep shorts, fingers dipping into slick heat.

“Oh my god…”

His voice is wrecked.

“You’re so wet—was that from just hearing my voice?”

“You always make me like this…”

That gets him.

Yuta shifts, sets the phone against his desk, sits back, and you catch it — the way his hand brushes his waistband, the way he can’t tear his eyes off you now.

“You’re moving your fingers too fast,” he says. “Try… slower. Just like I do when we’re together.”

You listen — because of course you do — and that’s when he really breaks.

“You look so pretty like this… all needy, just for me…”

Your back arches. You whimper.

“Yuta—gonna cum—”

“Cum for me. Please. I need to hear it.”

You moan so loud, and he swears under his breath, biting his lower lip like he’s about to fall apart just from watching. and he does, he finishes over his hand, whimpering under his breath, trying to keep quiet.

You’re gasping his name when it hits, chest heaving, body shaking, and all you hear from him is a soft, stunned—

“You’re so beautiful.”

And when you finally stop shaking and look up again, he’s blushing like crazy.

“I-I didn’t mean to say all that out loud…”

“Say it again,” you whisper. “I liked it.”

RYOMEN SUKUNA

You didn’t mean to call him.

You were bored. Lonely. In bed in your oversized shirt and nothing else. He was supposed to be out of town — some cursed mission that had him gone for four nights already — and you were miserable.

You meant to just text. But your finger slipped. And suddenly the screen lit up with his face, smirking and shirtless, tattoos peeking out from his collarbones, voice lazy and laced with heat.

“Well well… what’s with the face, princess?”

Your lips parted.

He was lying back on crisp hotel sheets, hand behind his head, abs on full display, sweatpants dangerously low. His hair was messy. His eyes? Starving.

“Miss me that much?”

You exhaled. “Maybe.”

“That a yes?”

You rolled onto your back, clutching your phone, biting your lip. “Yeah.”

And that look crossed his face — that dark glint that meant he was about to eat you alive.

“Show me.”

Your heart pounded. “What?”

“Don’t play stupid. You called me, and i know exactly why.” “So show me.”

You gasped — but you didn’t say no.

Phone shaking, you propped it lower. Just enough to show the hem of your shirt barely covering your thighs. His eyes flicked down, jaw flexing.

“Tch. You’re already wet, aren’t you?”

You whimpered. He knew.

“Touch yourself. Right now.”

You obeyed — sliding your hand down slowly, fingers brushing your clit just enough to make you twitch.

“No teasing. I’m not there to punish you, so do it right. I want you messy.”

You bit your lip, rubbing tight, fast circles, legs spreading wider.

“That’s it. Let me hear you.”

And you did. Moaning his name so softly it made his breath catch.

“Two fingers in. You know how deep I go—show me you remember.”

You moaned, hips lifting as you slid them in, curling exactly the way he did when he made you sob into the sheets.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growled. “So fucking desperate. I’d have your face in the mattress if I was there. You think your fingers compare to mine?”

“N-No…”

“That’s right. But I’ll let you cum. Just once. So say thank you.”

Your voice shook. “T-Thank you..”

“Louder.”

“Thank you, ryo- oh- fuck!”

“That’s my good fuckin’ girl.”

You came with a cry, legs trembling, fingers still deep inside as your phone caught every second of it — every moan, every shiver, every whimper of his name.

You slumped back against your pillows, dazed. But he wasn’t done.

“You think I’m letting you off that easy?” “Get your ass up. I’m not hanging up until I see you cum again. On your knees this time.”

TL: @samm1e13 @syleepy @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @yanderebluelockfan @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @valexqpt @snowsilver2000 @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @ravenbc @mihyas-dieehefrau

A/N: kinda repetitive but idc, was thinking about yuta cause omds hes so fine. this probably made no sense cause i was half asleep making this.

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Hey guys pls help. I accidentally refreshed my page but I THINK I saw someone post a sc of my ao3 fic of my blue lock fics collection and I wanna thank them but like 1. I cant find it anymore and 2. I have no idea if it actually was a sc of my fic or not so I could've just hallucinated. Pls help. Ty.

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Bones and All

Kuro!Kaneki x Reader

Summary: You console a man with an insatiable desire to live

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      Feverish. You can smell his yearning. His breathing slowly becoming unsteady, fingers trembling as they flip pages. Your scent teases a trail beneath his nose and he hopes the deep inhale he takes does not raise your suspicion. His eyes flutter shut, the corners of his lips quirking up and the valley between his brows forming a crease. His neutral expression changes to one of slight pain.

      He is in pain.

      Why? Because the love of his life was sprawled out peacefully beside him on the bed, deeply upset with him. Or as you said earlier, “absoulutely fucking pissed.”

      He wanted you, insatiably. It was maddening. He couldn’t stand it.

      Something has changed in your usually timid boyfriend. You and Hide were there with him at the hospital as soon as you heard what happened. You spent nights sleeping on the uncomfortable chair beside him until he was discharged. Once he got better, you tried to stay with him at his apartment but he shut you out. He avoided you, and whatever his reasons may’ve been—wanting to keep you safe or being too nervous to tell you—it hurt.

      Eventually after a harsh confrontation, he finally explained his encounter with the ghoul Rize and what happened to his body. You were understanding, you reassured him how much you loved him and will always be there for him. But then you found out that some dark blue haired girl knew what happened to him before you? Okay, you admit, it kind of made you mad. You, his girlfriend, the person who you thought he trusted most in the world was not the first to know. In fact, you were the last of many and oh how that hurt.

      Kaneki couldn’t stand it. The feeling of you being mad at him. You’ve never been mad at him before. You were the one person in his life who treated him like a human while everyone else treated him like he was worthless. He was terrified to tell you what he’d become because he was afraid—were you going to stop treating him like a human? Like a person? Maybe it was selfish but he didn’t want to lose that.

      What sick cruel irony. Being treated like less than human his whole life to becoming something more than human. But never treated as just human.

      ‘I’m a person too…” The hurt young boy whispered after his Aunt neglected him, looking at him with eyes of disgust as she saw her little sister in his face.

      ‘I’m a person too.” The same boy said, now a little older as he walked solemnly by himself to school. He was looking forward to seeing his best friend Hideyoshi but also getting to pass by the pretty girl’s house next door to where he used to live with his mom.

      ‘I’m a person too!’ The teen boy yelled, his fists balled with his knuckles turning white as he sobbed at his mother’s grave. He had gone to visit her for the first time in months, carrying the same worn childrens books she used to read to him. His old neigbor from before sat beside him, holding him in her arms as his body trembled with pain it couldn’t place or contain.

      “I’m a person too—” Kaneki tried to reassure himself once again in a desperate plea, but this time he was cut off by soft lips urging him to release all his pent up hurt. Your kiss silenced all his demons.

      “You’re a person, Ken.” You whispered against his lip, allowing him to melt into you. And slowly, he didn’t have to say it anymore to believe it. He started to feel it, to feel how it was to be human. All the things you did for him, you saw him. Your ‘just cause’ gifts, your baked from scratch pastries, your scavenging his favorite books, your constant reassurance; whenever he’d ask you why, you’d tell him it was because he was your person.

      He was someone’s person? He was someone’s person.

      You moved into the apartment next to his when you were a child. You’d greet him and his mom most mornings, her tired sunken eyes crinkling as she gave you a chaste smile that dissolved the second you were no longer in her sight. Trailing behind her was a fragile looking boy with dark hair and gentle silver eyes. He, on the other hand, stared the whole way past you until he stepped inside his home.

      You never talked to each other beyond that. But it felt so empty when he left abruptly one day. You didn’t see him again till middle school when he’d walk past your street everyday. And still, like habit, he stared at you the whole time he walked until he rounded the corner and disappeared.

      One morning, you didn’t know what came over you as you waved your hand, calling out to him. You walked with him, not knowing where he was going as you asked him how he’s been, where he’d gone to, and what book was peeking its corners against the zipper of his backpack. As soon as you seemed interested in the books he was carrying, for the first time in the years you’ve barely known each other, you saw something akin to joy set off in him instead of the usual dreary that coated his body like hardened wax. He began to warm, and the wax began to melt. Inside, a very broken boy revealed himself and started to bare his soul to a girl who held him with love.

      “You still want to be left alone?” He frowned, unable to remain quiet anymore. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. Even earlier when he was trying to read to distract himself, he was looking you through his

      You didn’t say anything. Instead you grimaced, trying your best to not let him see the look on your face. Kaneki was many things and you loved him wholeheartedly but one of your favorite things about him was how well he listened. Too well, because when you told him to leave you alone, he did. How badly he just wanted to scoop you into his arms and feel your skin against his as he peppered your face with pecks. But, he didn’t want to disrespect your wishes.

      “I-I’m sorry.” He gulped, his throat dry and his hands sweaty. Look at him. Just turn and look at him, please. He needed to see your face. He wanted to reach out and smooth the frustration away from your skin. Knead his fingers across your flesh and relieve all the tension you were holding.

      “Do you like her?” You blurted out.

      “What?”

      “Nevermind.” You immediately took back what you said. He didn’t even know what you were talking about, of course he didn’t like her. Right? You were just being emotional and assuming things. But still, it was gnawing at you mercilessly.

      “Who?” he sprang up from his spot a few feet away from you on the bed, getting up so dramatically that he didn’t even bookmark his page. As if he was reading anything in the first place. His mind was occupied with only thoughts of you.

      You turned your head to look at him, tears brimming them as you stared at him. Kaneki could hear his heart shatter at the look on your face. You’ve never looked so defeated.

      “Y/n?” He moved closer towards you. He stood in front of you now, clad in his usual formal attire of slacks and a knit sweater. You didn’t say anything. He crouched until he was at eye level with you.

      He leaned in, silence consuming your ears until he brushed his lips against your cheeks. He trailed them down your neck and behind your ears. You could hear him inhale your scent like it was heaven’s pollen. His fingers ran delicately from your palm, up your arm, and to your neck. Fingertips grazed your scalp deliciously until they tangled themselves somewhere in the middle of your head. Kaneki used his other hand to place it above your thighs, just barely digging into the succulent flesh.

      “There is so much I’m feeling right now, I’ve never been so confused before in my life.” He spoke, his words soft and clean as fresh snow. You looked at him, right into those damn grey eyes. An unpredictable chaotic thunderstorm thrashed in them and with the way he blinked, you could tell he was trying to pilot through these clouds. But you could also see how tired he was, how hard he was trying.

      “But don’t ever doubt my love. How I feel for you is the only thing that is certain, always will be. No matter what happens, I need to know that you understand that.” He tucked a stray strand of hair that covered your beautiful face.

      “Ken.” You said his name. Everytime you said it he swore it was as if an angel was begging him forth. He followed the sound, the sound of an angel calling him and he settled his face inches away from yours. His eyes darted as they searched yours, the whites shrinking as he narrowed his field of vision to only focus on you. His heart was racing, you smelled mouth watering, he could tear his eyes away from your pulse. Kaneki snapped, self restraint tearing as he kissed you, catching your bottom lip between his teeth.

      His eyes closed as he held your jaw softly, deepening the kiss. Your lips synched in movement, his breaths getting shorter, his chest burned and he whimpered against your body. He was stronger than before now, his hands pinning your wrists above your head as he locked you underneath him. His tongue grazed against every bit of your mouth, purposefully tracking down your chin and jaw until he found that spot in your neck. Your carotid pulsed with blood against his tongue, saliva flooding his mouth and dripping all down your neck to your chest.

      Kaneki savored every second. His hands roamed your body sloppily and frantic. It was as if he was touching you for the first time. You felt his mouth open a little more and close around a spot near your collarbone. You threw your head back as he sucked on the spot that drove you over the edge. You knew it was going to leave a bad mark. You wondered if he could suck out your blood this way without even having to break your skin with his teeth. Was he going to?

      Then, you felt his teeth graze your skin. You froze. No, he wouldn’t. Right? You didn’t want to be eaten but at the same time, for some reason, if it was for him, you’d let him. You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for it. But instead, you felt Kaneki loosen his grip on you and pull away as if he was burnt. Or more acuratetly, scared that he burnt you.

      He knew. Somehow, he knew what you were thinking. Then you saw it. Written all over his face. The reason he was afraid to tell you what he was now. He hated it. He hated how you saw him now. A monster.

      “I wasn’t going to—I’d never do that to you.” He looked like he was in agony. You looked at him and his mind raced as it tried interrupting what you could possibly be thinking. He was terrified he was going to lose the only thing in his shitty life that mattered.

      “Are you…” you broke the silence. “Are you hungry?”

      He looked at you and tears beaded down his face as he smiled, starting to laugh. That’s what you were thinking?

      “I’m so hungry,” He whispered. “So, so hungry.”

      “I can– I know there’s some ethical ways we can find you some–” he cut you off.

      “No, Y/n.” He said. “I’m not hungry like that. Dont see me as one of them. I’m still me.” He frowned again. It was as if he was grasping air trying to make sure you didn’t see him differently.

      “C’mere” You relaxed, ushering him to come back into your arms. He tangled himself into you, pulling you on top so you rested on top of his chest.

      “You can still hear my heartbeat.” He murmured. “I’m still your person.”

      He phrased it as reassurance for you but really, he was asking to see if the statement still held true. He waited for you to say something. He didn’t dare to look down but if he did, he’d see the way you snuggled into him.

      “I’d never eat you.” He said barely above a whisper. You had to know.

      “I know.”

      “Please don’t see me as one of them.”

      You took a deep breath, slightly lifting your head off his chest to see his face. Your hands came up to brush his hair out of his face, sttling on both sides of his face. You squished his cheeks, a smile curling on your lips at the sight.

      “I see you as Ken Kaneki, my darling lover and best friend. I will always see humanity in you.” You kissed his forehead before settling back into his chest, squeezing him tight. His hands settled on your back. He wanted to ask you if you were still mad at him but some things are better left unsaid.

      “Stop it. I know you’re overthinking right now. To think too much is a disease.” You scolded, noticing the way his heart raced and brows furrowed inwards.

      “Notes from Underground.” He chuckled, immediately knowing what you were quoting.

      It was the book he was reading when you approached him that one day. Its rectangular shape perforating his backpack caught your attention. He remembers talking to you about it enthusiastically. It was the first time in his life someone took interest in his hobbies—in him—like that.

      “I love you. All of you.” You emphasized. You knew him. Every aspect of who he was, what he likes, and the ever changing being he was. You kept up with it all and had your love set deep roots within him, warping tight vines around until it encompassed him. It drowned out the negative voices with hushed lullabies of comfort. You loved him to his core, to his bones.

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Happy Pride Month to all the hot scene and emo boys I'll never get to crack because they all like each other 💔

Happy Pride Month to all the fine ladies I'll never get to marry because my family would disown me 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

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I have friends who have different Shakespeare plays/sonnets memorized bc our district's theater program made them do it

i'm still mad about that post thats like "humans USED to be able to memoriize long epic poems, but we no longer have Bards so our memories arent as good" boy shut the fuck up. a good chunk of people i went to high school with had the entirety of hamilton memorized for fun and they weren't even autistic.

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HIII POOKIEE!!

i absolutely adored your “Slursagi” fic its too good LMAO. I have a request if thats okay with you :) Yoichi coming home bummed after losing a game—a game deciding if his school can go to nationals (the game before he leaves for blue lock) and his gf sees this and doesn’t really know how to comfort him, so instead, she uses socks to put on a sock puppet show with a stage and everything. I thought it would be cute yet hilarious to see yoichi’s reaction 😆

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR TIME

Hey twin so I posted the fic!! I hope you enjoy 😛😽 I cant link it rn but its the most recent fic

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Sock Puppets

Yoichi Isagi x Reader

Content: You cheer up Isagi with sock puppets

[631 words]

      Yoichi Isagi trudged into the house like a defeated anime protagonist who’d just watched his dreams get punted into the sun by a 97th-minute goal. His duffel bag hit the floor with a thud that reverberated through his soul.

      Nationals? Gone. Future? Uncertain. Self-esteem? On life support.

      He didn’t say a word as he flopped face-down onto the couch, moaning softly into the cushions like a dying whale.

      From the kitchen, you peeked out, wide-eyed, clutching a piping bag for cupcakes you were making for him while his parents worked on the side dishes. You and his parents had prepared to greet a triumphant Isagi with snacks and celebratory juice boxes. But from the looks of it, he looked more deflated than a woopy cusion. You were staring at a lump of sadness in shorts who smelled faintly of grass, defeat, and despair.

      "Yoichi?" You called softly.

      "Grghmfmm," the lump replied.

      "...Okay."

      Oh shit. Everytime you were sad, Isagi would do stuff to cheer you up. He’d make you laugh. Whether through tickling, kissing, or just being weird. That’s what you had to do. Be weird. You rushed into his room, opened the drawer where he keeps his socks and took out ones that were still brand new in the package. You got to work, using markers and whatever you could find cluttered in his room.

      Twenty minutes later, Yoichi heard the distinct creak of a cardboard box being dragged across the living room. He lifted his face from the pillow and blinked groggily. Before him stood a makeshift theater, crafted from a shoebox, duct tape, and unholy levels of glitter glue. From behind the cardboard curtain emerged… a sock? Oh. Okay.

      “Love, what is this?” he muttered.

      Suddenly, the sock spoke in a terrible, high-pitched falsetto:

      "Greetings, noble Yoichi! I am Princess Pedi!"

      Isagi blinked.

      "We heard of your battle against the vile team of plot convenience! You fought valiantly, brave knight!"

      Another sock rose up beside you. This one had a paper crown and a small cape made of aluminum foil.

      "Indeed," this one boomed in a mock-deep voice. "I, King Socksworth, declare thee still worthy! For thou hast—uh—done a bicycle kick once and that was pretty sick."

      Yoichi stared.

      Then, quietly, “…What are you doing?”

      A third sock popped up. It wore sunglasses and had a tiny whistle taped to its ‘mouth.’

      "Never back down never what?"

      "...What?"

      The sock whistled again.

      "Never give up! Lock in."

      Yoichi let out an incredulous laugh. A real one. The kind that sneaks up on you and punches you in the ribs when you're still trying to be sad. He sat up, rubbing his eyes.

      "You made a whole puppet theater to cheer me up?"

      You peeked from behind the box. "I glitter glued for you."

      Yoichi looked at the googly-eyed sock still bobbing in front of him.

      “…Sockalina, huh?”

      "No, her name is Pedi, you fake fan!"

      “Forgive me for not being familiar with this broadway classic.” He chuckled. Progress, your plan was working.

      “She believes in you, and she’s sure there are bigger opportunities that are waiting for you.” You offered whatever words of comfort you could muster, finding it hard to talk about this sort of stuff.

      He reached out and gently booped her yarn hair. "She believes in me, huh? Then I guess I’ll try to believe in me, too."

      The sock nodded solemnly. “Sockalina is proud. She also says your parents have been waiting for you to come eat dinner for the past twenty minutes.”

      “Oh..” Isagi makes his way over to the table with you, his father’s stomach growls starting to get loud.

      “You okay, Yo-chan?” His mother called out.

      Isagi raised his hand, a sock puppet covering it as he moved it saying, “Yep.”

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Me when the miraculous trope post reveal so you can have any pairing you want in one fic

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I find it so funny how I still get requests from ppl wanting Kaiser fics when I've openly said how much I hate that fucker 😭 like I genuinely can't stand him and I feel like I write extremely biased against him. Do you guys like the way I write his 'x reader' fics?? I write them anyway because it gives me to practice writing out of my comfort zone but yah. #number1kaiserhater

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First Word

Yoichi Isagi x Reader

Content: Your baby says her first word…

[571 words]

      You and Isagi had been parents for eight long, sticky, chaotic months. Eight months of endless crying, sleepless nights, spit-up in your hair, and more diapers than either of you thought humanly possible. And somehow, it was all worth it for this squishy, babbling little human who had taken over your hearts (and your entire apartment).

      It was nearing 1 a.m., and your daughter still refused to sleep. Isagi was at late-night training, so it was just you, the baby, and the pit of exhaustion yawning inside your soul. You’d tried everything. Lullabies, rocking, her favorite squeaky lion, even gently bouncing her in front of the fridge light like it was a rave. She just laughed. This baby had energy. You, however, did not.

      “Fuck,” you muttered with a heavy yawn, rubbing your eyes.

      "Fuck," she parroted back in her sweet little coo.

      You froze. No. No way. Surely, she just said “fa” or “fuh”—babble. Right?

      “Sweetheart, no,” you gasped, rushing to her side like you could stuff the word back in her mouth. “Say mama! Or dada! Or Chipotle! Anything else!”

      “Fuck!” she chirped proudly, flailing her arms like she’d unlocked a new level in life. You stared at her, horrified. Oh my god. You had one job. One job.

      “Okay,” you whispered to yourself, pacing. “We’re gonna fix this. We’re gonna…we’re gonna frame Yoichi. Yeah. It was him. Totally him.”

      A plan formed in your overtired brain, and you fell asleep with a guilty conscience and a solid alibi.

      Isagi came home a little after 2 a.m., sweaty and yawning, but smiling as he tiptoed into the room. He paused at the crib, where your daughter was finally asleep. You were sprawled on the bed, out cold.

      “My girls,” he whispered fondly, kissing your head before slipping under the blanket.

      Morning came too soon. The baby woke up first, stretching in her crib with a high-pitched squeal. Isagi scooped her up, grinning.

      “Morning, pumpkin. Did you sleep well?” he cooed, settling onto the couch with her on his chest. He opened his phone, scrolling mindlessly through social media. A photo of Kaiser smirking obnoxiously filled the screen.

      “Ugh, fucking clown,” he muttered under his breath.

      And then, his child, his sweet, innocent child, looked him dead in the eye and said “Fuck!”

      Isagi choked.

      “W-What?! No! Bad word! BAD WORD!”

      “Fuck! Fuck!” she giggled, delighted.

      Panic. Pure panic. She was laughing. Laughing! Was this fun for her?!

      “Oh god. Your mom’s gonna kill me. She’s gonna kill me. Maybe if I tell her you heard it on TV. Or maybe Bachira said it when he came over that one time—”

      You emerged from the bedroom, groggy but smug, already sipping coffee like you hadn’t heard a thing. Isagi sat frozen on the couch, baby on his chest, her little fingers in his hair.

      “Hey, love! How’d you sleep?” he asked nervously.

      “Lovely, you?” You blinked innocently.

      “Oh, you know,” He laughed but you just stared at him.

      “Our child has said her first word and it was a profanity,” he hissed, glancing at your daughter like she was a tiny criminal.

      You gasped dramatically. “Yoichi! You corrupted our daughter?!”

      “Wait, no, I swear—!”

      “Unbelievable,” you sighed, picking her up. She immediately snuggled into your neck and whispered “Fuck.”

      You bit your lip to hide the laugh. Isagi, on the other hand, looked like he might cry.

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Could we get more Noctis pieces from you? You write him so perfectly 💕

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Yes ofc. I don't have any ideas for him at the moment but I'm open to any requests :P