otakubimbo

[otakubimbo]

The first chapter is already 2.2k words. And it will be a Miguel OHara x f!reader au!

I know I’ve been mia for so long but I’ve been stuck in the trap of those short Chinese dramas. I’ve even spent my hard earned money on them HOWEVER they’ve put a spark in me and a new series will be coming soon based off the same repeated plot lines of them and also new chapters to on going series.

[otakubimbo]

I know I’ve been mia for so long but I’ve been stuck in the trap of those short Chinese dramas. I’ve even spent my hard earned money on them HOWEVER they’ve put a spark in me and a new series will be coming soon based off the same repeated plot lines of them and also new chapters to on going series.

[otakubimbo]

Warning Shot

Jason Todd x F!Reader

There's a reason you have a bed time, but what kind of friend would you be if you left your bestie in need?

master list

obnote: i have red hood brain rot currently

This wasn’t how you expected to end your night. Well, you should have partially expected it when Franny called you at 9 pm to go out. You shouldn’t ever trust a last-minute decision to go out, especially from a girl who plans her weeks out on a spreadsheet.

A grunt escapes your lips as you haul your friend higher up on your shoulder, “Francesca please. I need you to support yourself a little.”

She groans and murmurs as you can feel her trying to steady her own legs in a pathetic attempt to help you carry her. It doesn’t help that she wanted to go to a bar in downtown Gotham, which is usually fine but not great when you must carry her drunk blackout body and not a single Uber will pick you up in the area.

“You’re gonna owe me big time for this Franny,” your teeth grinding as you attempt to keep the two of you stable on the worst pair of shoes you could have worn tonight. Six-inch heels that you’ve been dancing in all night, now having to carry extra weight through the streets of Gotham. It wasn’t just that, it was Gotham, the chances of getting mugged or worse increased during this time of night. You were always prepared for the worst, but this wasn’t the best situation to be in for either of you. In your line of sight, you see an oasis on these streets, a bench under a stoplight. Technically, it may make you an easier target to spot but at least you should be able to see what’s coming towards you and you need a break.

As you ease her onto the bench, you slump your body beside hers taking your heels off for a moment rubbing your feet unwillingly to let them touch the ground. When you wore a pair of shoes, you committed to the whole night and that included walking home in them. You sigh, after rubbing both of your feet before slipping your heels back on, throwing your head backwards over the bench as you recollect how your night even ended up here.

In the cozy warmth of your apartment, you were preparing to start your nighttime routine when you received a FaceTime call from your best friend, Francesca. You answer it without even looking at your phone, walking with it towards your bathroom.

“Wassup Franny,” propping your phone up on your bathroom counter to see her, “girl are you in the club? Why are you calling me in the club?!”

On her end, the video shakes as if she’s quickly moving with her phone. You sigh heavily as you start washing your hands waiting for her to get to wherever she was going to respond to you.  By the time you were done with that, she finally stopped to her destination away from the larger crowd she was in.

Before you can even say anything else, she cuts you off, “come to the club!”

Her words weren’t slurred, but you could tell by the extra volume of her voice that she was at least a bit tipsy. You check the time quickly before scoffing, it was already 9 pm, if you aren’t out of your house before 6 then you weren’t going anywhere.

“Girl, the bonnet it already on and it’s damn near the next day.” Your tone is firm as you point to your bonnet before you grab your oil cleanser, putting some in your hands.

“Wait! Wait! Wait,” Francesca’s voice stops you before you start the first step of your skincare routine, “your makeup is still on! And I came with my coworkers, but they all left me and now I’m just a girl all alone in a club in Gotham at night by herself, alone, in Gotham, at night.”

Shit, she got you there. She knew you weren’t just going to let her be alone in Gotham by herself. It wasn’t the safest place to be, especially at night. A groan escapes your lips as you think of a way to get out of this.

“Why didn’t you call Kai to go out with you? What’s the point to having a boyfriend if he can’t do that?” Your question hangs in the air causing you to raise an eyebrow towards your friend.

“Well, we are on a break” she finally speaks up, avoiding looking at you directly in the camera. And there it was, the big reason. Everyone knows that a break really means a breakup because even if you get back together it never lasts long. A sigh comes from deep in your chest as you let the oils in your hand fall into the sink. Now what kind of friend would you be if you just abandoned your friend right then. She had been with him since freshman year of college and no you weren’t the biggest fan of his, but he had made her happy, which is all you could ask for from him.

“Alright,” you begin before rinsing your hands off, “Give me like 30.”

Francesca thanks you repeatedly before hanging up. You already had her location so finding what club she was at wasn’t going to be an issue. As you get dressed you contemplate taking one of your weapons with you, Gotham crime had gone down, and it was still Gotham. You decided on one of your smaller pistols that you could put in your bra holster. With all your important items on you, you head to accompany your best friend.

Luckily the line to the club wasn’t long and the cover was free for women that night. It wasn’t until you arrived at the front of the line that you could tell it was going to be a long night.

“Oh, what’s a sweet little thing like you doing by yourself out here” the bouncer asks, a creepy smile coming across his face.

You keep yourself from scowling, trying not to get kicked out before you even get in “my friends already in there actually.”

“How about you just stay out here with me? I’m sure I could show you a better time when I get off than anyone else in there.” His voice held a cocky tone that didn’t match his looks. On top of his inability to read body language, not sensing your obvious disgust and irritation. You had already told Franny that you were about to come in, knowing she would be waiting to meet you right inside.

“I’m good actually.”

He scoffs at your response, “Don’t be a bitch.” His hand reaching out to grab you by the waist. Before you could speak or break the hand that was about to touch you, another hand lands on your waist gently pulling it back. You’re about to shove the stranger off you as you turn to look up at them, you freeze. Oh, this was one handsome stranger, he towered over you, big and buff, a whole lot of man. But then it was his face, he had such a pretty face, his bone structure was sharp, but his other features were so soft, it made you almost want to reach out and touch his face. He had a tuff of white hair, in contrast to the rest of his head, that was falling right over his face. You could imagine reaching out and moving it from that pretty face of his.

“She’s with me actually” the stranger speaks before pulling you a bit closer to him. The bouncer eyes him up and down before scoffing, grabbing the ropes that separated you from getting into the club. He muttered something about its always guys like that getting girls like you. You ignore him as the pretty stranger walks you into the club, the bouncer a wink with a snarky smirk on his face. He releases you once the two of you are in the club.

“I could have handled myself,” you start getting yourself back together after gawking at him, “but thank you, pretty boy.”

He raises an eyebrow at you before you hear your name being called by Francesca. Your head turns in her direction as she’s waving you over with two drinks in hand.

You turn back to him, his eyes going from your friend back onto you, “I guess I’ll see you around, pretty boy.”

The great Jason Todd, THE Red Hood, taken aback by your actions, just watching you walk away towards you friend, grabbing the drink from her hand and downing it in one gulp. Jason wasn’t the kind of man to show interest in a woman, hell, he didn’t want anyone getting close to him but there was something about your energy that captured him. He could tell by the way your body had moved when that bouncer went to grab you. He could tell you were dangerous, and he liked danger. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to see what kind of danger you were because he needed to get his intel and whatever you were going to do to that man was sure to cause a scene. Quickly, he pushed the emerging thoughts he was having about you down to get the job he needed to get done.

After you down your drink, you make a quick glance over your shoulder watching the stranger walk away into the crowd.

“Who was fine piece of man you walked in with” Franny asks, also eyeing the back of the stranger.

“I don’t know,” an airy breath escapes your lips as you turn back to your friend, “I was gonna get into it with that creep ass bouncer and he kind of just stepped in.”

“And by get into it, you mean violence” she giggles grabbing you hand leading you to the bar.

“He was trying to touch me!” Your defense for yourself falling on deaf ears. She looks back at you giving you a knowing look. Fran knew you better than anyone, you only hold conversation with people for so long. If words don’t work, you always have a back up option.

“But anyways,” she pulls you up to sit at the bar with him, “he’s not and you should definitely get on that.”

You laugh her off, “I am here for you, my darling. And with that being said shots on me,” you lean up on the bar to get the bartenders attention, “can we get a round of rum shots.”

“But tequila” Fran pouts, grabbing your arm in an attempt to change hint mind.

“Now that’s where I draw the line.”

Too many shots and too much dancing later, here you two sat in the middle of the night on the crime-ridden streets of Gotham. You exhale, exhausted but happy that the night didn’t turn out badly. It was only a few more blocks to your apartment. glad for once you decided to live on the city limits of Gotham.

Everything in you is screaming to take your shoes off, but once you commit to a pair of shoes for the night, you stay in them. You give your feet and ankles a few flexes and turns as you contemplate getting up to continue home. As you lean your head back, closing your eyes for a moment, you can still feel the approach of someone or someone’s It was probably some average thugs that wouldn’t be too big of an issue to get rid of, but you didn’t feel like doing that at that moment. You were about to pull out your weapon to let them know you were armed when they spoke, and it was a voice you recognized.

“Where’s your bodyguard at now, sweetheart? Can’t believe he let two fine pieces like yourselves go home alone. Don’t worry, we got you.” The slimy voice of that damn bounced hits your ears. You were sure he expected you to have some fear as your eyes opened, leaning up to see the man and two other men with him. The Devine were truly smiling down on you because as much as you love to support your best friend, tonight was just so much for you after having a hell of a week at work, and you needed to blow off some steam. You give your full body a few stretches before standing up as they approach you.

“I couldn’t just let a precious thing like you get away so easily.” The sound of his voice makes the shots in your stomach churn, but you still give out a curt laugh. You look back at Fran to see her passing out, clueless of what is going on around her. “Now we can do this the easy way, and you come with us, and my men get your friend. Or the hard way.”

You shift on your feet as the soreness from your heels set back in, “You can try the hard way if you’d like.” The casual tone in your voice makes his henchmen burst into not laughing, going on about how you don’t know their boss.

“As you wish,” the bouncer chuckles moving towards you. Just as he reaches out to grab you, you move faster than their eyes can keep up with, having their boss on the ground and your gun on his forehead. His men panic, pointing their own weapons at you. You squat down to his level.

Leaning down to his ear, you voice is barely above a whisper but mocking, “now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Could be your choice, could be my choice. Now I would prefer we do this the hard way.”

You could almost feel the fear that was radiating off of the man beneath you.

“Easy way, easy way.” He begged and whimpered. With another glance back over your shoulder to Francesca, you sigh and release him. The pathetic man scrambles away from you, bringing his men along with him as quickly as he can. As much as you wanted to break every bone in that man’s hand, you had to get your best friend in bed. You watch them scurry away, standing back up from your crouched position.

Everything happened so quickly after that, your body moving on autopilot before you even realized. The sound of the gunshots reverberates in your ears while Francesca shoots up, staring at you as you lower your discharged weapon in shock.

You just shot Red Hood. You just shot Red Hood.

“Oh my god,” you gasp as your other hand covers your mouth.

Red Hood chuckles, “Three shots. All center mass. You know what you're doing.”

The panic starts to creep in as you turn to Francesca, whose drunk eyes are as big as saucers, which you didn’t even know was possible.

“You just shot Red Hood.”

“I just shot Red Hood.”

Before he could even respond to the two of you, your free hand is all over his chest, checking for any wounds. He was taken back for a moment, not used to the care of his safety, before he gently grabs onto your wrist.

“It’s not the first time or the last time I’ve been shot at. I’m good,” he says, trying to sound reassuring, but your eyes tell him you don’t believe him “Kevlar.”

Your eyes look down at his chest, then back up to his mask. There’s still adrenaline in your blood and panic in your eyes as you try to free yourself from his grasp, your clouded mind trying to process everything.

“Well,” Francesca’s slurred voice comes from the bench, “since you didn’t kill him, can we go to your place now?” Her eyes start back closing, body swaying out of her control.

“Shit, yeah yeah,” you curse holstering your gun back, the metal still warm from being used stinging your skin a bit causing your movements to falter. Red Hood took the initiative to help Francesca up from the bench. “Wait, no, you don’t have to do that.” You move to grab your friend, but he stops you.

“I’m sure your place isn’t far, and it’s kind of part of the job,” he says coolly. You could hear the smirk in his voice behind the mask. You pull yourself together, nodding at him as you start walking back to your place. The silence is a bit awkward between the two of you, the only noises are the creaks of Gotham and the drunken murmurs from Francesca.

“I’m sorry…. again,” you fiddle with your fingers before looking up at him, something about the way he was walking next to you feeling familiar. “It was just on instinct; I shouldn’t have shot you.”

You notice Red Hood hesitate, maybe he regretted trying to help you. What was going through his head was that he had no clue what to say. A part of him felt guilty at your apology since he technically followed you from the club like some creep. But it was only because he saw the bouncer and his men following you also. He assumed you could handle yourself, but he just wanted to make sure after all you were with your extremely drunk friend who was already having issues with walking straight when you exited the club. And he wasn’t watching both of you the entire time; the two of you just happened to always be in his line of sight. He wasn’t being some creep like the bouncer, he was just doing his job to protect the city and its people.

“Goes with the occupation, wasn’t the first time won’t be the last.” his attempt to dismiss your apology has you frowning, but you don’t push back. He felt awkward, needing to fill the emptiness between the two of you with something. “Who taught you to shoot? You’re not some new vigilante or something? Or a new villain?”

That earns a giggle from you. “Not even close. My sister taught me. If it had been her tonight, it probably would have been a headshot.”

“Well, I’ll make sure not to come up on her.”

You look up at him, a sad expression crossing the the gentle smile on your face, “You won’t have to worry about that.” The explanation hung heavily in the air. “But you are lucky, she was a force of nature, that one.” An airy sigh escaped your lips, the type of sigh he was too familiar with, the sigh of sadness, grief, and pain that can’t be described. Your head lifts, catching his masked face looking at you, forcing you to give him an awkward smile before looking at your surroundings.

“Anyways, my complex is just right over there.” You gesture to the apartment complex at the end of the block. It was nicer than Jason expected for being so close to Gotham's downtown. The surprise radiates off him, making you chuckle a bit, basically reading his mind. “It was an attempt at gentrification, but you know it’s still Gotham, so it didn’t expand. And don’t judge me! I moved in after they decided to stop constructions, AND I was part of the protests.”

“But you still moved in?”

“It's already here. may as well take advantage of those wonderful rent prices,” you defend as you start to get your keys out of your bag. It would be difficult to get your keys. Hold Francesca up. “But anyways, thanks for the help.”  You reach over to ease Francesca off his back, but he takes a step away from your reach, putting what he could consider the most adorable pout on your face.

“Jobs not done until you’re inside.”

“Don’t you have other Gotham crime things to take care of?” It wasn’t that you weren’t enjoying his company, you just knew the streets of Gotham and you could take care of yourself. There may be someone out there who couldn’t. It would be selfish to take up even more of his time.

“Nope” even though his voice was distorted his tone gave away all his secrets, he was smirking at you under that damn mask. You just roll your eyes at him and begin walking towards your apartment. As you begin to climb the stairs to your apartment, it seems that Red Hood is struggling a bit, but you aren’t going to say anything, already knowing he would claim everything was fine. You direct him into your apartment, towards the second bedroom to put her down in. It was mainly used as your office, but it did have a bed in there.

After he puts her down in there, you notice that his breathing is heavier and increasing rapidly.

“And there you are, job complete.” his words coming out much breathier than previously.

Your brow furrows with a look of concern, “Are you good, Red?”

He attempts to catch his breath before responding, “Yeah, perfect.” he moves towards your door, but his feet falter.

“Red?”

The name barely leaves your lips before he drops to the floor. Panic hits you harder than his body did your floor as you scramble towards him, hands grabbing at his wrists to check his pulse. It was slow, dangerously slow. Your hands are frantically searching for damage as you call his name over and over again with no response. As you touch his chest, you realize that his shirt is soaked; you couldn’t tell previously because it was black. When you look at your hands, they’re covered in blood, his blood.

“Oh my god you fucking idiot,” you curse as you rip open his shirt through one of the bullet holes you caused.  One of the bullets had broken through the Kevlar, and carrying a person on your back then proceeding to climb five flights of stairs wouldn’t be good for a wound like this. You rip the helmet off of his head because there’s no way he can breathe properly but when you take it off you damn near throw it across the room. Of course, it was that pretty boy; you knew that build and stride was familiar, but the gunshot wound threw it off.  

You had the capabilities of mending him, but you haven’t done it in ages, not since your sister had been alive but hopefully it was just muscle memory. There was always a thought in the back of your head that made you keep your supplies stocked and preserved. Francesca always clowned you for keeping up with your blood supply but look, now you have a usual bag of 0 negative blood to use because he was definitely going to need some. But truthfully you kept it up in the memory of your sister.

As you work to clear his clothes out of the way, you weren’t shocked at the assortment of scars and bruises that decorated his body but one gave you pause. There were several questions running through your head because why would a live body have an autopsy scar? Honestly that was the least of your problems right now, you had to prevent him from getting another one. And if you were being honest, as you worked on him your mind went blank, nothing started clicking back for you until you had him lying on your bed. His vitals seemed to be fine, and his breathing was regular and steady. At that point you just wanted to wash the night and now part of the morning off of you and go to bed. While you were cleaning everything up, Francesca woke up barely even remembering the night which was partially good because you did almost kill Red Hood. Also, grateful it was Francesca of all the people staying that night because it wasn’t the first time she’s seen a mess like this. She just made sure that most importantly you were okay before she left.

Finally, after everything, it was mid day at that point, you crash into your bed exhaustion dragging you down into a deep sleep as soon as your head hits your pillow.

Jason’s eyes flutter open, his mind whirling as he’s trying to remember where he was and what had happened. He breathes deeply, the pain in his chest kick starting the memories from whenever it was before he went unconscious. His head turns to see you lying next to him in what appears to be your bed. You looked downright exhausted even in sleep; you must have been the one to patch him up. His head turns to the other side of the bed, noticing he was connected to wires and IV, before he could even move to pull them out, your voice rings through the silence in the room.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” your voice slightly muffled as you’re still partially curled up into the pillow by his side. He doesn’t even know how you knew; your eyes weren’t even open and yet you felt moved, but it was surprisingly a little scary. Your head slowly moves from being buried in your pillow, eyes blinking slowly at him as you will your body to wake up. You force yourself to sit up, you feel his cautious eyes on you as you get up from the bed to check his vitals. Everything looked normal so far, but you still had check the wound itself. Jason’s eyes watched you as you moved around making your way to the bathroom. After what he assumes is washing your hands, you come back out with gloves on.

Before you could even do that he finally speaks up, grabbing your wrist to stop you from moving the blanket from his chest, “what happened, what are you doing?” Although his questions are valid, you’re just too exhausted and it ticks you off.

“Shut up, unhand me, and don’t move.” The irritation in your voice can be felt. Surprising Jason more than yourself, he allows you to continue whatever you were doing. You roll down the blanket just far enough to see the bandage over the wound, with a delicate touch that Jason has never experienced you peel it back to check for any signs of infection. It looked like it was healing just fine, a sigh of contentment leaves you mouth as you get more bandages to redress the wound. When you’re all done, you finally look him in the eyes.

“Are you a fucking idiot,” you start, putting your hand up to Jason as he goes to respond, “you don’t even need to answer because obviously you are. You could have died! Because what was really your plan?! You knew that one of the shots went through! Shit I should of known that, Kevlar only protects from one 7.62 round and my rounds are .380. It was simple math but still! You’re the one who was actually shot and then didn’t say anything. Just dropped on my floor! What if I didn’t know what I was doing?! What if I couldn’t have saved you?!? I get it, it’s your job blah blah, but you can’t do your job if you’re dead! And I just knew something was wrong.” You’re pacing at this point, hands flailing as you speak, “and another thing, pretty boy!”

“It’s Jason.”

“What?” Your pacing stops as you snap your head at him.

“My name’s Jason.”

You roll your eyes, your pacing continues as you point at him, “and another thing Jason! You can’t just pass out in peoples apartments. Contrary to popular belief that shit was scary to see. And did you even consider what would be the consequences for not only having a dead body in my apartment but killing Red Hood?!? You just can’t do those things Jason”

Your rant stops, chest heaving from it. seriously you were fuming mad how could he value his life so little??? He doesn’t say anything, just stares up at you slightly wide-eyed. This was the first time anyone has ever spoken to him like that before or even seemed to care if he lived or died. He didn’t really know what to do or say, watching as you impatiently tapped your foot, hands on your hips, waiting for him to say something, anything.

“Earth to Jason! Say something!” The sound of your voice jolting him back into the situation that he was in.

“I’m sorry?” He said but it was more of a question than a statement.

“You’re damn right you’re sorry. And next time you get injured you’ll take care of yourself, shit you can even come here and I’ll patch you up. Okay?”

“Uhm okay”

“Good now do you know how to remove an IV?”  You ask more gently than you were speaking previously. The sudden change in tone leaves him speechless, just nodding at you. “Great, because I’m going back to sleep, and you’re going back to sleep, and then if that IV is finished before I wake up, then you may go.” He nods in response again, “Glad we have an understanding.”

With that, you take a notepad and pen out of your drawer, writing down your name and phone number. Jason watches you in your tasks as you check his vitals one last time and ensure his IV is good. After you’re done, your back face-first into your pillow.

“If I wake up and that IV isn’t finished, I'm going to hunt you down and shoot you on purpose this time.” Your voice is coming off even more muffled than when you woke up as your body crashes.

You wake up to the sun warming your face, you could have sworn you kept the blackout curtains down. As you open your eyes, stretching out in your bed, it all clicks in your head when your arms are free to move on your sides. There was no one else in your bed but you.  Panic set in for a moment, thinking that idiot left the moment your eyes closed, but you were happily surprised when you saw the empty IV bag on your nightstand. There was something else next to it that caught your eye. As you sit up, you see exactly what it was. There was a note along with a broken red bat symbol.

‘next time, give me a warning shot’

A silly girlish smile crosses your face as you read the note. At the very least, he did finish the IV, so he should at least be good until he gets to whatever vigilante doctor he uses, just in case you messed up anything. You were out of practice, after all. A sense of relief floods your body at the thought, and yet you could feel your body heating up because in spite of everything, he was kind of charming, kind of cute. Hopefully, he will use the number you gave him.

[otakubimbo]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Miles High°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

Your boyfriend Gojo Satoru is taking you on a trip for your birthday. The only issue is you have to fly and you’re scared of flying for the first time.

♥︎ master list

You could already feel the sweat starting to run down the back of your neck. Your hand is gripping harder around the handle of the suitcase your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, keeps pestering you to take from you.  But you needed something to ground you, figuratively and literally.

Now, you weren’t ungrateful that he was taking you somewhere for your birthday; if anything, you were overjoyed when he told you about the extravagant birthday plans, he had in store for you.  It wasn’t until he said you were flying there that your excitement caught in your throat.  But why, oh why, did the plans have to include playing? You’ve seen enough fake and realize television to be rightfully afraid of flying. Usually, he would just take you by boat to anywhere you would need to go for his spoiling adventures. And yes, you’ve seen Titanic and Captain Phillps but not only did you know how to swim but Satoru was the strongest; he would never let pirates take over the ship. There’s a huge difference between knowing how to swim if a ship goes down and knowing how to fly if a plane does. Yes, he could technically teleport the both of you to whatever destination you needed to be, but he always had something to say: it's not about the destination; it's about the journey, ’ and yada yada yada.

Satoru could, of course, sense your nervousness as you walked to the boarding gate.  “My little mochi, it's going to be fine. You know I fly all the time,” hands grabbing your extremely clammy ones lovingly as if they weren’t glorified slip and slides at this point.  You try to settle your nerves as the gate attendant scans your ticket and the two of you board the plane. No expense was spared on the tickets, even if he begged for the two of you to fly private, which you stood firm on it being a waste of money (most importantly, you would feel more secure with more people on the plane). It was nice, though; you didn’t even know planes had these capabilities. The seats, you use that word loosely, that they two of you were in was a little enclosed around with two extremely comfortable seats. There was even enough room for Satoru to completely spread his legs out, the string bean that he is.

As you settle into your seat, Satoru takes your hand, brings it to his mouth before he leans in to speak to you, “You’ll always be safe with me. you know that, right?” The question hangs in the air for a moment before he continues, “There’s no safer place than with the strongest”.

You couldn’t even recover from your nervousness in order to scold him for his bad joke with an eye roll and a shove before you were interrupted by a flight attendant.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” She asks, looking between the locked hands of you and your boyfriend and your face. You hadn’t even realized the death grip you had on his hand that the veins in yours were popping out.

“Oh yeah,” you quickly slip your hand from his, putting it in your lap while casting your head down, slightly attempting to laugh off the embarrassment. Satoru chuckled unabashedly, grabbing your hand back before placing a gentle kiss on it. His eyes look at you with such warmth and fondness before turning his attention to the flight attendant.

“I’ve made her accustomed to land and sea travel, this is her first time on a plane. So, my sweets is a bit nervous.” He leans away from you, putting his hand to cover his mouth as if that’s going to help how loud his voice comes out. “She did watch Final Destination before this. I told her not to, but what can you say to a strong-willed woman as beautiful as her?”

She giggled at his comment as she looked between the two of you, “Don’t worry darlin’, once we are in the air I’ll get you a lil something to take the edge off.” She gives you a wink before turning away to do what you assume is the rest of the flight preparations.

It wasn’t long after that she was giving the safety demonstration on the aircraft's safety features and what to do in case of an emergency. The grip you had on Satoru’s hand as you listened intensely to the demonstrations but such a soft smile on his face as he paid no attention to the safety briefing and just on your face. There was a jerk in the plane as it started moving that you didn’t expect, making you grip his hand harder. In turn, he just places his other hand on top of your conjoined ones. It took everything in him to hold back his laughter from the cute faces you were making, it was even worse at the official take off. You had screwed your eyes shut, gripping on to his for dear life as your stomach did flips and your ears popped. It wasn’t worse than a roller coaster, but even with all the information you had gathered, you weren’t ready for the feeling.  Luckily, the feeling didn’t last long, and the nice flight attendant did bring you something.

Although you had only a few drinks, your body is feeling like you had several. You were feeling so giggly and tipsy, truly almost borderline drunk if you'd probably had one more drink. Luckily, since these seats were so spacious, it allowed you to comfortably lay your head back onto Satoru.

“This actually isn’t that bad, Toru.” You giggle as your head turns to look up at him. he kisses you on the forehead before responding.

“So, now we can fly anywhere, right?”  He joked as he placed another delicate kiss on your forehead. And maybe you were a bit more intoxicated than you would like to admit because now you were pouting. “And what are you pouting for? That’s my job. No more flights? Teleportation is still an option.”

You scoff, turning your head more into his chest, away from his face, “First of all, absolutely no teleportation. And second, this is all for my birthday, and all I get is these weak forehead kisses.”

“Oh, my girl gets a few first-class drinks, and now she's demanding particular kisses.” Satoru chuckles as he gently turns your face towards him. He moves you so that he can lay out the two seats for them to make a small bed. You pout and whine his name, and he encloses the two of you in your private seat area. Ignoring your complaints, he lays the two of your back, now secluded from any wandering eyes.

“And now you’re more comfortable. Right?” his question is just a breath away from your lips. Satoru expected you to be exhausted between the stress of flying, the drinks the flight attendant was pumping into you, and the altitude of the plane; you would be out like light soon.

But as always, you surprise him by giving a little giggle before your lips connect with his as he gives a tiny gasp before smirking and kissing you back.  Satoru was trying to keep his own hormones down, but the passion that you were kissing him with made him lose a little bit of his own self-control. He was allowing your hands to wander wherever they pleased, even though he knew it wasn’t a good idea.  As your hands roamed, you gripped onto something hard, but it wasn’t the familiar hardness that you were accustomed to giving you pause.

“Satoru” his name comes out of your mouth breathy and heated, his eyes flutter open to look at you as he breathes out hard.

‘Huh”

“What’s this?”  you ask as you squeeze on the hard object that you aren’t accustomed to squeezing. His pupils dilate for a second at the realization of what you’re squeezing on to.

“It’s nothing, baby.” He says quickly as he tries to shift his body from your grasp.

“Satoru, I might be a little tipsy, but I’m not drunk or stupid. Now what the hell is in your pocket?” You say with a giggle as your hand forces its way under his body towards his pocket, expecting it to be some type of nerdy trinket or something. He doesn’t fight you as you dig out what’s in his pocket as he sighs lifting his hips while telling you how you ruin everything as you begin to pull out a jewelry box.

“Now, Satoru, getting me what I’m sure is the most expensive jewelry along with this vacation is just too much, and you know that.”  You don’t know why you’re so surprised by him; he’s always buying you some type of bracelet or necklace, but this box was smaller, and that’s what truly piqued your interest

“Let me steal your words for a moment. first of all, it’s my money. Second of all, since you’ve already ruined the surprise, go on.” He says as he gestures between you and the box. You slowly open the box, expecting whatever was inside to be perfect cause this was a man who knew you. He knew you good, your bad, your ugly, your beautiful, and all your likes and dislikes. Whatever he got you, you knew would be perfect. You open the box excitedly, but your face immediately turns to one of confusion. It was a ring. Which blatantly looked like an engagement ring, the exact one you and Satoru had ‘jokingly’ discussed. Beautiful. A silver band, a three set of beautiful blue jewels the same as Satoru’s eyes.

“Satoru”

“…”

“Satoru”

“……”

“Satoru….! This isn’t?1”

“It is”

“Satoru”

“I couldn’t just trust it in the luggage distributors, couldn’t risk it getting damaged,” He says with a shrug and a sly smile, even though you could hear the nervous tone of his voice, “I mean I had a whole plan like they do in the movies you know.” He mentions taking the box from your hand, “It was supposed to be everything for you to remember. But you just had to ask me what was in my pocket, and it’s not like I can say no to you. I’ve never been able to say no to you, I love you. You’re literally the love of my life. I would give you anything, even my life. I’ve told you I wanted you to be my wife, and I know you took it as a joke, but everything I said it I was serious.” He spews out, flippantly throwing his hands around in a dramatic fashion that was so him, so your Satoru.

You grabbed his face between your hands, making him face you. “It would be the greatest privilege of my life to be your wife.” Your words sealed with a kiss upon his lips.

“Wait, so you’re saying yes?” He asks with that boyish look on his face.

“Yes, I’m saying yes.”

But in true Gojo Satoru fashion, he still goes on with his plan and proposes again. Silly Man.

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❣ OTAKU BIMBO MASTERLIST ❣

Currently have a╰┈➤ prompt list open. MDNI !

one shot ★ . multiple parts ⏾ . series ☪︎

JuJutsu Kaisen

ꨄ︎ satoru gojo - double date★ | throat goat ★| bad communication skills ★| actions have consequences★ | tell me it was a lie ⏾| you don't know me ☪︎

ꨄ︎ ryomen sukuna - check mate ☪︎

ꨄ︎ shoko ieiri - now i'm all messed up ★

Bungo Stray Dogs

ꨄ︎ osamu dazai - you are my sun★ | honey trap ★

Across The Spider Verse

ꨄ︎ miguel o'hara - dont lose control ★ | fake love fake rage ⏾ | mansplain ★| because he loved you★

Bleach

ꨄ︎ kisuke urahara - goodbye ★

MHA

ꨄ︎ shoto aizawa - sleeping beauty ★ | jealously,jealously ★

ꨄ︎ hawks - weakness ★

ꨄ︎ dabi - attention ★

Naruto

ꨄ︎ kakashi hatake

One Piece

ꨄ︎ trafalgar law - be nicer to me ★

X-Men

ꨄ︎ logan/wolverine - drinks & nightmares ☪︎

Love and Deep Space

ꨄ︎ sylus - sick days ★

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DRINKS AND NIGHTMARES

Logan Howlett (Worse Logan) x AFAB Mutant Reader ! You meet another universe's Wolverine under the strangest of circumstances. Where do life paths lead for the both of you? Is it to each other?

Chapters:

The Break Up - Sunday Dinner - The Gallery - Reset - Date

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FAKE LOVE FAKE RAGE

Miguel O'Hara x f!Reader You didn't think your life would turn out like this. What's the problem with a little white lie anyway? Miguel had a huge problem with that little lie. A short temper and being bad at feelings leaves the two of you where?

part 1 | part 2

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You Don't Know Me

Satoru Gojo x F!Reader College AU Satoru Gojo is under the impression that you're just some dumb hot girl, and getting with you is the only thing on his mind, but you should never let looks deceive you.

Chapters:

Nice To Meet You? - Mistakes and Misfortune

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CHECK MATE

Ryomen Sukuna x F!Reader

mafia au - when one of the biggest yakuza bosses in Tokyo interest peak at someone who's interestingly close to his enemy

Chapters:

Routine - Fool's Mate - Rules Of The Game - The Pawn

Extras:

Will Always Find You

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TELL ME IT WAS A LIE

Satoru Gojo x F! Reader

part 1 | part 2

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❥ 29 - she/her - multiple fandoms

❥ Master List

❥ ask/request open

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Reset

Logan Howlett (Worse Logan) x AFAB Mutant Reader !

Slight Angst. SLOW Burn. Minors DNI!

It’s finally time to leave your apartment. Of course you get an unexpected visitor, but it’s not exactly unwelcome. Well kind of.

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You have been so busy lately, dealing with a breakup and getting Caleb's things out of your house, and the gallery showing everything in your apartment was a mess. This was no way for you to live, and you finally had the time to take care of it. The blinds and windows in your apartment were wide open, allowing fresh air and sunlight to get in, keeping the fumes from suffocating you and getting the dust out. Your noise-cancelling headphones were on and blasting. Nothing was going to distract you from getting your apartment together, or so that was what you thought.

Meanwhile, in the Wade, Blind Al, and Logan abode. Blind Al shuffles into the apartment, an annoyed huff leaving her lips.

“She’s at it again,” Al complains, plopping on the couch next to Logan as he’s nursing a beer. He slightly raises an eyebrow at her but doesn’t ask any questions. “The girl loves to sing while she cleans, but she can’t hold a damn note to save her life. Only does it when she’s cleaning. Love the girl, but ain’t shit worse than hearing someone screech at the top of their lungs.”

Logan thought he could faintly hear some singing from the apartment, but he chose to ignore it like he did every other noise he heard.

“Wade usually goes and reminds her that she’s being too loud before the people across the hall come banging on her door and another feud starts.”

“Well too bad Wade’s not here” Logan responded taking a sip of his beer. Even though Al was blind it still felt like her gaze was boring into the side of his face, she wasn’t even facing him.

“The last time they were in feud, we didn’t have power for a week. She is petty but not an electrician.” Al comments again giving Logan a shove. Yeah, Logan could figure that you probably were really petty. He mulls it over for a second until realizing that if something like that occurred again it would end up inconveniencing him in more of an annoying way more than anything else and he really didn’t want that.

He grumbles before standing, “Fine” finishing chugging his beer before exiting the apartment, making his way down the hall to yours. The closer he got, the clearer he could hear what you were singing. Blind Al was right, though; you were completely tone deaf and extremely loud. He smirks to himself as he starts knocking on your door. After a few moments with no answer, he sighs. He should have known you wouldn’t be able to hear him. Looks like he would have to break in.

Inside your apartment, you had already stacked your laundry to take downstairs while you finished mopping your floor. Although, currently you were using the mop as a microphone while Little Too Late by Jojo blasts through your headphones as you sing the chorus at the top of your lungs, eyes closed having your own little performance.

You were at the part about to sing the high-note, you cut yourself off mid-note as you see out of the corner of your eye your front door opening. On instinct, you grab the knife you keep on yourself at all times, dropping the mop turning to stab the intruder. Your knife sinks into the neck of who you thought was an intruder to look and see that it was Logan.

“Oh my god Logan what the fuck” You yank the knife from his neck as blood splatters everything, your focus then shifts to the blood everywhere “My floors! I just cleaned these. Fucking hell Logan” Your headphones half way fall of your head as you drop your knife.

“Didn’t think you would stab me.” He chuckles grabbing his neck as it starts healing itself.

“Why the fuck would I not stab you? You just broke into my apartment!” You scold him as you grab the first thing on the top of your laundry to attempt to wipe the blood off of him.

“You were banshee screeching in here, and Al said you have an outgoing war with the neighbors down the hall.” He scoffs, watching you frantically clean the blood off him as he catches a whiff of what you were cleaning him off with. In your rush, you didn’t realize that you had grabbed a pair of your panties. You were cleaning him off with a pair of your dirty panties. And the smell of your panties, unfortunately for him, was intoxicating. His hand reaches out, grabbing your wrist while snatching the garment out of your hand before you can notice, throwing it back into the basket.

“It’s not the first or last time I’ll be covered in my own blood; it’s fine,” He says as he bends down to grab the mop you dropped.

“Still,” You sigh before grabbing the mop from his hands, placing it into the water-filled bucket, “My bad.” Before you can start mopping, he grabs the mop back from you and starts cleaning up his own blood. You huff as you watch him clean up the mess. A new song started playing on your headphones that you weren’t even paying attention to while you watched him clean until the chorus of another song catches the both of your attention.

‘ For you to finally say that I can be your girl. And you can be my man. And we can finally fuck without a condom. Lets f---” before the song could finish the chorus you hit the side of your headphones, stopping the song.

“interesting music you listen to” Logan smirks at you as he finishes cleaning up the rest of his blood. You snatch the mop back from him.

“You can tell Al I’ll keep it down for the peace, thank you.” You say with a roll of your eyes. Logans eyes scan across your cleaned apartment noticing the painting that Joelle gifted you leaning on your wall as if you were going to put it up. A small scowl forms on his face as your eyes follow his gaze.

“Oh yeah I was planning on taking some of my own down and putting that up.” You say casually with a shrug. As you look back at him from the painting, there was a weird tension in the room.

“Can you help me put it up?” The question leaves your lips, in a softer tone than you expected it to.

Logan wrinkles his nose before he huffs in agreement. You straighten up the rest of your apartment as he uses your tools to replace your paintings with the gift from Joelle. Occasionally, you would steal glances at him watching as his bank muscles flexed as he hammered wholes into your wall, measuring and making sure it would align correctly on your wall . There really was nothing sexier than watching a man do physical labor.

When he’s finished it’s hung up perfectly, you happily sigh at how well it looks in your apartment. It truly was something that you loved looking at, you didn’t know how you were going to thank Joelle for gifting it to you. At the thought, you pull your phone out taking a picture of it, sending it to Joelle with another message of thanks. The two of you have been texting here and there, he’s been busy, you’ve been busy, and he practically was a stranger.

You happily clap your hands together, smiling at Logan. “Thank you” the grin spreading on your face and the bright gleam in your eyes makes Logan feel some type of way that he can’t put his finger on. Suddenly you remember something, telling Logan to hold on as you rush to your room. Logan takes the moment to actually look around your apartment. It was different from the last time he was here. The small space felt more alive, vibrant, more…. You. He guesses you must have made changes since you weren’t dating that loser ex anymore. It was nice. As he was taking in your space you appear back from your room holding an article of clothing. It was a jacket, his jacket, the jacket that he put around you the night of your showing.

“Your jacket” you say, extending it out for him to take back. He just shakes his head.

“Got enough jackets, just keep it” he says casually, remembering how it looked on you that night, how beautiful you were even underneath the dingy streetlights. A frown forms on his lips, causing you to tilt your head in confusion at him. It was dangerously cute.

“I should go,” he abruptly commands before you can even say anything.

“Oh uhm yeah sure” confusion in your voice evident as he makes his way to your door, “I’ll make sure to keep it down” Logan just responds with what seems to be an approving grunt. Before Logan opens the door to leave your phone rings and you answer it instinctively without looking to see who was calling.Logans hand freezes on the doorknob when he hears a male voice on the other end of the call that he’s sounds too familiar.

“Oh hey Joelle,” a cheeriness in your voice that Logan wasn’t happy to hear accompanied with that man’s name. Your eyes look to Logan, who froze in place, you were going to tell Joelle to hold for a second but as you went to speak Logan just opened the door and left. The action left you even more confused and speechless. You don’t even realize Joelle is speaking to you until he calls your name repeatedly.

“Sorry” you quickly apologize, “I was just doing a reset on my place and just got a bit distracted”

He chuckles smoothly, his voice deep and rich “it’s no problem, sweetheart. I was just asking that if you really wanted to thank me you would let me take you out on a date”

You pull your phone back from your ear blinking at it a few times, before putting it back up to speak “you want to take me out on a date?”

“Yes,” he chuckled again at the surprise in your voice, “ I would love nothing more than to take a beautiful and talented woman on a date.”

He stared it so matter of factly it had you stuttering like an idiot, “uhm yeah sure, I would really like that. I would really like to go out on a date with you.”

“Wonderful. We can talk more about it later. I’ll let you get back to your cleaning”

“Yeah, okay okay. Bye”

“Bye darlin” he says before hanging up in that unmistakeable southern drawl of his. You almost melt at the spot, a dumb goofy smile plastered on your face as you give a little squeal moving to go ahead and grab your laundry because now you were definitely going to need to go through your closet. As you hike the basket up on your hip, your eye catches a glimpse of the fabric that you used to wipe off the blood from Logan. Now that you’re getting a good look at it, the smile you had on your face immediately dropped to a look of abject horror and embarrassment. It was your underwear, your fucking underwear, you wiped blood off your sexy neighbor with your underwear! You slam your head against your door, what the fuck

Back at Wade, Blind Al, and Logan’s apartment. Logan annoyingly enters back into the apartment.

“Well hello there honey badger,” Wades voice hits Logan’s ears and it’s one of the last things he wants to hear “oh were you on interview with a vampire? What’s up with the bloody neck?”

Logan just ignored Wades questioning, grabbing a beer from the fridge and plopping down on the couch. Al leans over, sniffing Logan.

“You smell like blood and pussy, I told you to tell her to keep it down not do whatever the hell yall did.” Al says disgusted.

An annoying grin starts spreading on Wades because he knew exactly who the ‘her’ in question was. Logan rolled his eyes.

“Ain’t nothing happen. She stabbed me.”

Wade barks out a laugh, “ I knew she was a lil freak. I just didn’t expect you to go along with it.”

Logan huffs before slamming his beer on the table. The only way to escape this nonsense was just to leave. He grabs his coat and heads to the door ignoring all the bullshit Wade was saying. Once out the door, Logan does consider going back to your apartment but then a flash of your face when you picked up your phone for Joelle just irritates him more. Fucking Joelle.

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The Gallery

Logan Howlett (Worse Logan) x AFAB Mutant Reader !

Slight Angst. SLOW Burn. Minors DNI!

It's finally the day of the gallery, but what will you do when things go too well?

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You had no clue why you were so nervous, your palms were sweating as you paced back and forth in the gallery restroom. It wasn’t like this was your first showing, you’ve had plenty of pieces shown and bought but this was different. These pieces were more personal, you have never put anything in a gallery showing like this before these were usually reserved for your own personal gallery. It was just a coincidence that the curator even saw the piece that made her want to reach out to you. Cat had posted a picture on her IG of her being at your studio and there you sat behind her working on a piece. Rene had just happened to see it on her feed and contacted Cat right away to get in touch with you. You showed her a few of your show pieces but she asked to see more of the ones that she had seen in the photo, against your better judgement you did and that’s how you ended up here stressed.

“Girl, you’ve literally been to basically war and you’re nervous about this?” Cat tries to do her best at reassuring you which just earns her a glare from you.

“And you’re very aware that those two things are not the same.” You snap at her, before taking a second to try and take a deep breath taking your flask out of your bag chugging. Cat sighs and stands up grabbing your shoulders to keep you in place.

“Stop getting your thong in a twist and I know you have one on because that dress is glued to your skin, not a panty line in sight. You look hot, your art is fantastic, and someone’s gonna buy one of your paintings for so much money you can move out of that shitty apartment. Okay.” She speaks softly, grabbing the flask out of your hand.

You let out a small chuckle, “My apartment isn’t that bad.”

“It’s horrible actually, despite that new hot neighbor that lives at Wades.” She laughs, pulling you in for a hug.

You roll your eyes as you pull back from the hug, “He’s also not that hot.”

“You’re just full of lies today it seems.”

“Catia, please.” You huff with another roll of your eyes.

“Oh, the government name? Yeah, you definitely think he is hot.”

“I think he’s a grumpy guy who lives with Wade….” You trail off with a sigh, “But he isn’t too bad to look at.”

She smiles at you before poking your shoulder, “Very good to look at some, and I am some. Whew what I would give to see him in a wet t-shirt contest.

“You are shameless.” You giggle as the door to the room you’re in opens up to reveal the curator’s secretary.

“We are opening the doors to the public soon; you are free to stand in your section before hand if you would like but it’s not required.” She speaks in a monotone voice; you tell her your thanks and she leave the room. After she leaves, you wipe your clammy hands off on a nearby towel.

Cat claps her hands together, “Come on now, O’Keeffe lets go make you enough money to take us on a really nice vacation this summer.”

“You’re literally one of the highest paid lawyers in the city.” You gruff as you make sure your appearance is straightened out in the mirror. Cat was right, you did look hot.

“True but I’m also a girl who likes to be taken care of, now go and make that money baby.”

Luckily, Cat did put some ease to your anxiety, she really was your best friend. You don’t know how you really would do without her. The showing started so well, everyone seemed so captivated by your art. You had even a few buyers putting in bids that were the size to not only take that vacation but maybe even move out. The smile on your face was brighter than it’s ever been, tonight was going so well.

You step away from your section to let people actually take a good look at your art. Some people feel pressure when the artist is just standing there, so you take this time to go and look at some other pieces that caught your eye. There was a particular painting that you wanted to see up close, and you were not disappointed when you got nearby,

The painting is beautiful, it’s a pair of eyes but the irise were dying flowers. It was intricate, the stems were swirled around creating different patterns, some of the flowers were bloomed and vibrant while others were wilted and discolored. But the eyes were also so realistic that you just stood there speechless for a few moments.

“Do you like it?” A voice comes from beside you. You hadn’t even noticed the man place himself in your vicinity. You jump slightly, almost spilling your champagne. He was absolutely gorgeous, the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. The man stood around probably 6’2, a deep cinnamon color, wide broad shoulders that filled out his tux that was cut perfectly, and a charming smirk on his face.

You chuckle a bit at your own reaction, “Yes, I think I love it actually. I would say that I feel complex, but I don’t think such a simple explanation would do it justice.”

He gives you a thoughtful look before responding, “So, what words do you think would do it justice? How does it make you feel?”

His question makes you pause, turning your attention back to the painting to gather your thoughts and words, “It feels like life.” You start before taking another pause, “It’s how everything is always happening all at once but it’s beautiful. And I hate being cliché, but it does feel like looking into someone's soul. Ya know? It’s like they're trying to show their own life story through this.”

The man besides remains silent, which makes you turn to look at him and he’s just staring at you. You can feel your face heating up from the intensity of his gaze.

“But that’s just my own interpretation. Art is always subjective, even if an artist has something they are trying to convey that doesn’t always mean that’s what everyone is going to perceive.” You say it a bit more softly than intended, coming out in a breathy whisper.

At that, he smiles down at you, “Interesting take” His voice having a hint of a southern accent to it that you didn’t notice before. His hand extends out to you, “Joelle.”

You give him a small smile, extending your hand and giving him your own name. Right, it seems he was about to say something, your name in Wades voice hits your ears. You turn around to see not only Wade, but Logan was with him. Logans’ eyes immediately dart to the man’s hand that you were just holding, and you quickly release it before greeting your friends.

“Hey guys, I’m so glad you could make it.”  You say smiling at the both of them, Wade walks up giving you a hug, while Logan just glares at you and Joelle.

“Of course I would make it Picasso. I’ve never missed a showing” His exclamation loud as he throws an arm over your shoulder.

“Sorry, but Cat has already deemed me O’Keeffe. Better luck next time.” You giggle, leaning into him slightly.

“That skank!” His attention drawn from you to the man next to you, “And who’s this walking sex symbol?”  

“Joelle” His response seems skeptical as he looks between you and Wade, a quick glance towards Logan whose jaw tightens even further, “We were just discussing this painting. Any thoughts?”

Wade takes a look at the painting in question, putting a hand on his chin as if he’s actually contemplating what could be the meaning of the painting, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”

You face palm at his response, wanting nothing more than to smack your friend, “Sorry about him,” turning your attention towards Joelle “He’s what you call a loveable idiot.’

Joelle chuckles at your response, “Like you said, art is subjective.”

Your eyes soften at him, and you give him a small smile, “You’re right, it is.”

Wade looks back and forth between you and Joelle, then turning his gaze to look at Logan. Logan looks even more annoyed than usual at the interaction happening before him. The tension is growing for some reason, and you can’t seem to figure out what was going on.

Joelle focuses his attention on you, “Hopefully, I’ll see you around the exhibit before it ends. It was wonderful meeting you.” He grabs your hand placing a kiss on the top of it.

You’re almost breathless, stunned at the action “Yeah you too.”

Wade turns you to get what he calls the ‘juicy gossip’ about what just happened with the ‘tall glass of hot chocolate’. You were able to see the glares that were shared between Joelle and Logan. The smirk that formed on Joelle’s face as they both heard a giggle escape your mouth while talking with Wade. Logan had to restrain himself from wiping that smirk off his face.

During the glare off with Joelle, Logan hadn’t even realized that you were being taken away by Cat who waves a quick greeting to him and Wade. Everyone always wants to meet the artist at the most inconvenient times. Eventually, after a while you sneak outside to get a break from all of the chaos for just a moment. Once outside you take a deep exhale, finally feeling the weight of it all lift off of you. You really didn’t like going to this, it was always too many people, too much noise, too much everything. As you finally take in your surroundings, you see Logan of course smoking a cigar.  You call his name, and he doesn’t turn to you for a second and then you call out to him again, moving to come up next to him.

“Hey” You come up to him, wrapping your arms around yourself to brace from the cold. He just grunts at you in response, going back to puffing on his cigar. “I really appreciate you coming.”

“Yeah,” He starts taking a pause to awkwardly look at you, you look back at him slight irritation and confusion on your face, “Your art is beautiful, ya know.”

Your eyes light up at that, oh and how they sparkled to Logan even in the dark, “really??”

“Yeah, they're….” He pauses for a moment, turning to really look at you, seeing you shiver in that dress of yours, and takes off his jacket to wrap around you before finishing, “They're you.”

He secures his jacket around you as you gaze up at him, as you question him “They're me?”

And yes, Logan has only known you for a few months, but he thought he understood you as much as someone like him could. You were like him, broken pieces glued back together that may not fit just right but were in one piece. But before he could even attempt to try to explain what he met; Cat came running out to get you. Apparently, they needed you in there to sign off on the pieces that were bought.   After everything was said and done, you did make enough for a really good vacation and possibly move out of your apartment but with the warmth of Logans jacket around you, you may not want to. As you’re finishing up with everything and making arrangements for the pieces that weren’t sold to be returned to you the curator's secretary came back to you.

“Did I forget to sign something?” You ask as you gather the rest of your things.

“No actually,” She starts as she gestures to someone to bring you what looks like a wrapped art piece still in its frame.

You cut her off before she can even start,” Yeah I just finished making arrangements for my unsold pieces.”

She attempts to hold back her irritated look, “Yes, I’m aware. One of the artists wanted you to have one of his pieces.” 

You tilt your head in confusion until she hands you a card, as they place the piece with the rest of your things. The note read: Maybe, we are both clichés. – Joelle. xxx-xxx-xxxx

You’re left speechless for a moment because of course he was the artist of the painting you loved, and for him to gift it to you? An insane and incredible jester, you smile to yourself as you hold the card in your hand pulling the jacket of another man around you even harder.          

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Gojo definitely writes Gojo x reader fics and you can’t not convince me otherwise

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The Gallery

Logan Howlett (Worse Logan) x AFAB Mutant Reader !

Slight Angst. SLOW Burn. Minors DNI!

It's finally the day of the gallery, but what will you do when things go too well?

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OBN: yall already know im a known liar for when i say ima update but thank @cottage-worm for the fuel to feed

You had no clue why you were so nervous, your palms were sweating as you paced back and forth in the gallery restroom. It wasn’t like this was your first showing, you’ve had plenty of pieces shown and bought but this was different. These pieces were more personal, you have never put anything in a gallery showing like this before these were usually reserved for your own personal gallery. It was just a coincidence that the curator even saw the piece that made her want to reach out to you. Cat had posted a picture on her IG of her being at your studio and there you sat behind her working on a piece. Rene had just happened to see it on her feed and contacted Cat right away to get in touch with you. You showed her a few of your show pieces but she asked to see more of the ones that she had seen in the photo, against your better judgement you did and that’s how you ended up here stressed.

“Girl, you’ve literally been to basically war and you’re nervous about this?” Cat tries to do her best at reassuring you which just earns her a glare from you.

“And you’re very aware that those two things are not the same.” You snap at her, before taking a second to try and take a deep breath taking your flask out of your bag chugging. Cat sighs and stands up grabbing your shoulders to keep you in place.

“Stop getting your thong in a twist and I know you have one on because that dress is glued to your skin, not a panty line in sight. You look hot, your art is fantastic, and someone’s gonna buy one of your paintings for so much money you can move out of that shitty apartment. Okay.” She speaks softly, grabbing the flask out of your hand.

You let out a small chuckle, “My apartment isn’t that bad.”

“It’s horrible actually, despite that new hot neighbor that lives at Wades.” She laughs, pulling you in for a hug.

You roll your eyes as you pull back from the hug, “He’s also not that hot.”

“You’re just full of lies today it seems.”

“Catia, please.” You huff with another roll of your eyes.

“Oh, the government name? Yeah, you definitely think he is hot.”

“I think he’s a grumpy guy who lives with Wade….” You trail off with a sigh, “But he isn’t too bad to look at.”

She smiles at you before poking your shoulder, “Very good to look at some, and I am some. Whew what I would give to see him in a wet t-shirt contest.

“You are shameless.” You giggle as the door to the room you’re in opens up to reveal the curator’s secretary.

“We are opening the doors to the public soon; you are free to stand in your section before hand if you would like but it’s not required.” She speaks in a monotone voice; you tell her your thanks and she leave the room. After she leaves, you wipe your clammy hands off on a nearby towel.

Cat claps her hands together, “Come on now, O’Keeffe lets go make you enough money to take us on a really nice vacation this summer.”

“You’re literally one of the highest paid lawyers in the city.” You gruff as you make sure your appearance is straightened out in the mirror. Cat was right, you did look hot.

“True but I’m also a girl who likes to be taken care of, now go and make that money baby.”

Luckily, Cat did put some ease to your anxiety, she really was your best friend. You don’t know how you really would do without her. The showing started so well, everyone seemed so captivated by your art. You had even a few buyers putting in bids that were the size to not only take that vacation but maybe even move out. The smile on your face was brighter than it’s ever been, tonight was going so well.

You step away from your section to let people actually take a good look at your art. Some people feel pressure when the artist is just standing there, so you take this time to go and look at some other pieces that caught your eye. There was a particular painting that you wanted to see up close, and you were not disappointed when you got nearby,

The painting is beautiful, it’s a pair of eyes but the irise were dying flowers. It was intricate, the stems were swirled around creating different patterns, some of the flowers were bloomed and vibrant while others were wilted and discolored. But the eyes were also so realistic that you just stood there speechless for a few moments.

“Do you like it?” A voice comes from beside you. You hadn’t even noticed the man place himself in your vicinity. You jump slightly, almost spilling your champagne. He was absolutely gorgeous, the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. The man stood around probably 6’2, a deep cinnamon color, wide broad shoulders that filled out his tux that was cut perfectly, and a charming smirk on his face.

You chuckle a bit at your own reaction, “Yes, I think I love it actually. I would say that I feel complex, but I don’t think such a simple explanation would do it justice.”

He gives you a thoughtful look before responding, “So, what words do you think would do it justice? How does it make you feel?”

His question makes you pause, turning your attention back to the painting to gather your thoughts and words, “It feels like life.” You start before taking another pause, “It’s how everything is always happening all at once but it’s beautiful. And I hate being cliché, but it does feel like looking into someone's soul. Ya know? It’s like they're trying to show their own life story through this.”

The man besides remains silent, which makes you turn to look at him and he’s just staring at you. You can feel your face heating up from the intensity of his gaze.

“But that’s just my own interpretation. Art is always subjective, even if an artist has something they are trying to convey that doesn’t always mean that’s what everyone is going to perceive.” You say it a bit more softly than intended, coming out in a breathy whisper.

At that, he smiles down at you, “Interesting take” His voice having a hint of a southern accent to it that you didn’t notice before. His hand extends out to you, “Joelle.”

You give him a small smile, extending your hand and giving him your own name. Right, it seems he was about to say something, your name in Wades voice hits your ears. You turn around to see not only Wade, but Logan was with him. Logans’ eyes immediately dart to the man’s hand that you were just holding, and you quickly release it before greeting your friends.

“Hey guys, I’m so glad you could make it.”  You say smiling at the both of them, Wade walks up giving you a hug, while Logan just glares at you and Joelle.

“Of course I would make it Picasso. I’ve never missed a showing” His exclamation loud as he throws an arm over your shoulder.

“Sorry, but Cat has already deemed me O’Keeffe. Better luck next time.” You giggle, leaning into him slightly.

“That skank!” His attention drawn from you to the man next to you, “And who’s this walking sex symbol?”  

“Joelle” His response seems skeptical as he looks between you and Wade, a quick glance towards Logan whose jaw tightens even further, “We were just discussing this painting. Any thoughts?”

Wade takes a look at the painting in question, putting a hand on his chin as if he’s actually contemplating what could be the meaning of the painting, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”

You face palm at his response, wanting nothing more than to smack your friend, “Sorry about him,” turning your attention towards Joelle “He’s what you call a loveable idiot.’

Joelle chuckles at your response, “Like you said, art is subjective.”

Your eyes soften at him, and you give him a small smile, “You’re right, it is.”

Wade looks back and forth between you and Joelle, then turning his gaze to look at Logan. Logan looks even more annoyed than usual at the interaction happening before him. The tension is growing for some reason, and you can’t seem to figure out what was going on.

Joelle focuses his attention on you, “Hopefully, I’ll see you around the exhibit before it ends. It was wonderful meeting you.” He grabs your hand placing a kiss on the top of it.

You’re almost breathless, stunned at the action “Yeah you too.”

Wade turns you to get what he calls the ‘juicy gossip’ about what just happened with the ‘tall glass of hot chocolate’. You were able to see the glares that were shared between Joelle and Logan. The smirk that formed on Joelle’s face as they both heard a giggle escape your mouth while talking with Wade. Logan had to restrain himself from wiping that smirk off his face.

During the glare off with Joelle, Logan hadn’t even realized that you were being taken away by Cat who waves a quick greeting to him and Wade. Everyone always wants to meet the artist at the most inconvenient times. Eventually, after a while you sneak outside to get a break from all of the chaos for just a moment. Once outside you take a deep exhale, finally feeling the weight of it all lift off of you. You really didn’t like going to this, it was always too many people, too much noise, too much everything. As you finally take in your surroundings, you see Logan of course smoking a cigar.  You call his name, and he doesn’t turn to you for a second and then you call out to him again, moving to come up next to him.

“Hey” You come up to him, wrapping your arms around yourself to brace from the cold. He just grunts at you in response, going back to puffing on his cigar. “I really appreciate you coming.”

“Yeah,” He starts taking a pause to awkwardly look at you, you look back at him slight irritation and confusion on your face, “Your art is beautiful, ya know.”

Your eyes light up at that, oh and how they sparkled to Logan even in the dark, “really??”

“Yeah, they're….” He pauses for a moment, turning to really look at you, seeing you shiver in that dress of yours, and takes off his jacket to wrap around you before finishing, “They're you.”

He secures his jacket around you as you gaze up at him, as you question him “They're me?”

And yes, Logan has only known you for a few months, but he thought he understood you as much as someone like him could. You were like him, broken pieces glued back together that may not fit just right but were in one piece. But before he could even attempt to try to explain what he met; Cat came running out to get you. Apparently, they needed you in there to sign off on the pieces that were bought.   After everything was said and done, you did make enough for a really good vacation and possibly move out of your apartment but with the warmth of Logans jacket around you, you may not want to. As you’re finishing up with everything and making arrangements for the pieces that weren’t sold to be returned to you the curator's secretary came back to you.

“Did I forget to sign something?” You ask as you gather the rest of your things.

“No actually,” She starts as she gestures to someone to bring you what looks like a wrapped art piece still in its frame.

You cut her off before she can even start,” Yeah I just finished making arrangements for my unsold pieces.”

She attempts to hold back her irritated look, “Yes, I’m aware. One of the artists wanted you to have one of his pieces.” 

You tilt your head in confusion until she hands you a card, as they place the piece with the rest of your things. The note read: Maybe, we are both clichés. – Joelle. xxx-xxx-xxxx

You’re left speechless for a moment because of course he was the artist of the painting you loved, and for him to gift it to you? An insane and incredible jester, you smile to yourself as you hold the card in your hand pulling the jacket of another man around you even harder.          

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HONEY TRAP

Dazai x F!Reader

okay so I had this idea like ages ago, and now i finally finished this. It's kind of dark, well of course.

The mission was supposed to be simple. The two of you were competent ADA detectives but what happens when everything doesn't go as planned.

CONTEXT WARINGS: MDNI!!! Violence. Attempted Sexual Assault (nothing too graphic and it's completed). Knife Play? Dazai Loses It. P in V. Unprotected Sex. Breeding Kink. Blood Kink? Cursing. Severed Limbs. Reader A Lil Off Her Rocker, just like me.

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OB sticky: I'm working on updating my master list and also taking requests! I hope yall like this because i feel insane for writing it. But i love crazy violent dazai. I need him ferally arf arf.

You were one of the best in the agency at undercover work, blending into any situation or space needed. Along with your time-manipulating ability, you were great at getting information from people and places discretely. This is what led to you and Osamu Dazai being partnered on a mission together.  It was a simple mission, but the stakes were high, there had been a case of missing women, and it was assumed it was an ability user making this happen which was why it was assigned to you and Dazai. With his ability to negate anyone else's it theoretically should be able to keep you safe from whatever person you may find along with your ability and talents. Dazai seemed to be jumping for joy at the chance to do a mission with you because it wasn’t often, most of your missions were solo.

“Dazai” You call out to him from the bathroom as you’re slicking down your edges. The small box braids you had recently got cascading down your back covering the exposed part that your dress allowed to show. The dress was form-fitting but tastefully, it accentuated the curves of your body well, the back exposed right above the line of inappropriate. But that was the point, you were supposed to be a ‘honey trap’ an old-school trick but one appropriate for this situation.

“Yes, my dear” He answers in a sing-song tone as he walks into the bathroom with you. You roll your eyes at his behavior.

“Please behave tonight, I’m trying to get this over as quickly as possible.”

He scoffs at your words, as if he was known to always be on his best behavior which makes you roll your eyes again.

“I’m serious, Dazai, please” You gaze at him through the bathroom mirror, your eyes holding the weight of exhaustion that your makeup couldn’t hide. He knew how many missions you had been on, the long extraneous missions that only someone with your expertise could handle. Now, you were worn out, and exhausted, the fact that you accepted this mission was a surprise to Dazai, but he knew the type of person you were. Selfless. So much unlike him.  

“Quick and easy.” He raises his hands in a gesture to show he won’t be on his usual shenanigans, giving you a wink as he exits the bathroom. You let out a breath that you were holding waiting for his response, you didn’t need this to be any harder than it already was on you. With all the excess missions, you had been overusing your ability on top of not getting much sleep. The likelihood of you crashing soon after this was high, so high. Your ability took a lot out of you, since it requires a significant amount of mental stress and focus on top of the physical effect that manipulating time has on your body. This had to be your last mission for a while, you would be fine with just being in the office doing paperwork.

You finished getting ready, taking out the folder on the target discussing the plan one more time with Dazai. Again it was a simple concept for a mission, gain the man's attention, get close enough to him for him to attempt to use his ability to take you, Dazai stops it and the both of you take the guy away to be interrogated further.

That’s how the plan was supposed to go anyway, a simple honey trap.

Simple.

It was going all so well, you had easily gained the man’s attention, sending him alluring looks from across the bar and then proceeding to seemingly disappear from his view to pop back up somewhere else in the bar. You had garnered his attention, it was if time was slowing down every time he spotted you and it was because you were making it so, the target knew he had to have you.

This is how you got him sitting at the bar beside you, sliding over a drink he had bought for you. The tired look in your eyes vanishes as you turn to thank him for the drink while he asks for your name. Of course, you give him a fake one and pretend as if you’re interested in him. You could see Dazai in the corner of your eye, waiting for any signal that the man was using an ability on you. It was all going so well, besides that man being absurdly boring almost putting your already exhausted self to sleep, your giggles and shy lookaways were keeping his attention, making him want you more.

It was all going so well. So well.

Dazai was internally fuming as he watched you flirt with the target. He was aware you were just doing your job, but you were too damn good at it. It was almost as he could hear your giggles from across the crowded bar. It was pissing him off, how you were so shameless with another man. Even if you weren’t his, you were his.

Fuck.

That’s not how he should be thinking, he had no reason to be so possessive over you. But everything in him wanted to carve that man’s eyes out so he would never be able to look at you again. He could feel the lust for you radiating off that man, it was disgusting, it was infuriating. Dazai thought back to his Port Mafia days when he would kill a man for less, he could kill this man right now. But you wouldn’t like that, something like that would have to put a different type of fear into you and he couldn’t have you see him in that way. He was trying to not be that man anymore, he was trying. For Oda, for you, he would try.

That’s how it was supposed to go. It really was how it was supposed to go but Dazai couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t help the man that he was. He didn’t have a choice as he took his eyes off you for one second to chug back the rest of his drink, he knew Kunikida would not approve of him drinking on a mission, but he needed something. Once his eyes went to fall back on your position at the bar, you were no longer there. Fuck, where the hell had you gone. His eyes quickly scan around the bar to find yourself being led out of the back of the bar. Your eyes looked glazed over, almost ghostly while you were being led away. Dazai starts shoving people out of his way as he makes his way towards where you just exited with the target, he read the reports. Not a single trace of any of the women had been left behind or where they could be. That couldn’t happen to you, that wouldn’t happen to you.

As he exits the back of the bar, he sees you. Barley, but he sees you and the position that you were in was his last straw. The last branch of his fixed humanity snapped in that moment. Because there you were, his precious darling, another good person just like Oda, being held against the wall in a trance-like state where you might not even be conscious with that scum's body pressed against you. One of his hands is gripping your arm, the other touching your face as he bends down to press his lips on your neck. Your lack of reaction to anything told Dazai all he needed to know and mostly likely how this fucks ability worked. Physical touch. His body acted before his brain could as he now holds the severed hand of the man in his own. He could only hear his own laughter as he drops the hand beginning to repeatedly stab the man against the wall, in the same position he previously had you in.

Dazai didn’t even notice that your body had moved from your crumbled position on the floor, he couldn’t hear you call out his name repeatedly.

“Osamu” the sound of your voice saying his first name, barely above a whisper is what finally snaps him out of frenzy. His wild eyes snap to yours as you’re ever so gently tugging on his coat, there was blood splattered on your face from his actions and he froze. He couldn’t even process what had just happened, you had seen him, you truly saw him for the monster that he was and now he did not know what to do. So, he froze.

You, at least, had some of your wits about you, using your last bit of strength to slow time enough to go unnoticed by anyone as you make your way back to the hotel with Dazai. Once, the two of you make it back to the room you let go turning back to the man who’s eyes are still wild and crazed. Your hands go to gently caress his cheek.

“We’re safe” was the last thing you were able to say before you collapsed, your body not being able to handle any more of what was going on.

Dazai’s body moves again on autopilot, laying you down on the couch. He never knew someone could look so beautiful being covered in blood. It was almost funny really, the efforts he was making to be a decent person for Oda, to be a man you deserved, just to lose it all because of you. He would never stop being a man with blood on his hands.

As you rested, Dazai went and cleaned the mess he made making sure that no evidence would lead back to either of you.  He would have to forge the report to Kunikida also but that would be a simple task just like he has done before. Once he returned back to the room, you were still knocked out of the hotel room couch. He sighed as he sat down in one of the chairs, still covered in blood, hands in his coat pocket staring at the ceiling trying to figure out what he was going to do about you.

Eventually, you wake up groggily, your mind trying to piece together the events that happened before your body gave out to exhaustion. It all starts coming back to you, as flashes in your mind. The man placing his hand on your arm, your vision faded, and it was as if you were locked into your own body moving without your own thoughts. Then you remember, gaining consciousness on the ground behind the bar, the sight in front of you Dazai, the man you had grown to secretly love was laughing maniacally as he repeatedly stabbed the ability user that had overtaken you. There was a part of you that knew you should be scared but you were, you found it incredibly sexy. The way that he held the severed hand that had touched you as he continued to get splattered with the man's blood did something to your core that shouldn’t be happening. You almost moan at the scene playing out in front of you but you get yourself together, knowing that neither of you can stay here without any repercussion.

Calling out his name repeatedly with no response, you grabbed onto his coat calling his first name out with the little strength you had and that got his attention. The look on his face as he turned to you, made your knees even weaker than they already were, wanting him to have his way with you in that dark alley, next to the man he had just killed for you. But you knew better, using all that you had left to get y'all back to the hotel.

That was all you could really remember before you were taken into the darkness of your own mind. You slowly sat up to scan the room for Dazai, luckily you didn’t have to look far because he was sitting at the desk next to the couch not having changed out of his blood-soaked clothing. Your mouth goes dry at how entrancing he looks, his jaw as tense, his Adam's apple jutting out from his neck as his head is tilted back beckoning for your tongue to graze it. You needed him, you had wanted him for some time now, but you NEEDED him, you needed the man who he had become to save you. You needed him.

Slowly and gently, you get off of the couch and approach him. As you bent down to grab his face, his eyes found yours, a flurry of emotions behind them. It was as he was spiraling before you, spiraling from what you had witnessed he did but when he looked into your eyes he didn’t see the fear that he assumed would be there. It was something that he didn’t expect, especially with how gently you were cradling his face.

“Osamu” you whisper above him, your lustful eyes searching his for a sign, as the look in his eyes starts to match yours, you lean down to press your lips against his. Dazai’s strong arms replace the feeling of where that other man’s hands were on you. His grip on you was tight making you moan into his mouth, pulling you down into his lap overpowering you. He could feel your heat as your body contacts his, making him press you into him further. You pull back for a second to look at his face, his pupils are blown out with lust, feeling against your own warmth how you were affecting him. You really needed him, the blood splatters against his pale skin the sight makes you stick your tongue out to lick some off his face. He quivers from the sensation and the idea of you cleaning his crime off him.

“I need you Osamu.”  You breathe into his ear, making him grind his hips into yours as your mouth moves down his neck licking, sucking, and biting, not minding the taste of the man he killed blood in your mouth.  He moaned as he felt you sucking on the spot on his neck right before his collarbone, having unwrapped the bandages from his neck without him knowing in his lust-out state. He didn’t even care, he wanted you to see him, all of him. One of your hands moves down in between the two of you, palming his length as your hand stimulates the both of you while the back of your hand rubs against your core. You were driving him crazy; this was not what he expected after showing you a side of him that no one in his new life knew. As you started panting into his mouth from the sensation of feeling him harden in your hand and your griding, he forced his control on you by abruptly grabbing your ass and standing him. He almost haphazardly throws you on the bed as he immediately sheds his jacket off him. You hadn’t even noticed that his hands were still covered in blood, the hands that gripped you towards him,  the hands that carried you to this bed, the thought almost made you cum, moaning loudly as he gaze up at him. A smug smirk appears on his face as he watches your eyes glaze over with lust looking at all the spatters of blood on him. You may be just as crazy as him.

How could someone as precious as you, as delicate as you, as soft as you be such a slut over him covered in blood, over him murdering someone?  

He needed you as much as you needed him in this moment, and he was going to have his way with you.

“Take the dress off.” His demand sends a shiver down your spine and you do as commanded, slowly shedding the dress off your shoulders and exposing your chest to him. Your moments were slow, too agonizingly slow for him, before you could even get the dress down your hips he grabbed your ankles dragging you down to him. He was getting impatient, taking the knife used to end a life out of his pocket and cutting down your dress in one swift motion. The knife is still so sharp that it leaves a shallow cut in your underwear, feeling the blade graze your slit. You couldn’t hold back anymore and came. This hasn’t ever happened to you before, cumming untouched but it went straight to Dazai’s head and his dick.

“Fuck” He whispers as his hand immediately finds your still-clothed cunt, feeling your cum seeping through the fabric. “You really did cum from that, you are one filthy thing.”

Your breathing was heavy as you grazed up at him, eyes still filled with lust as he ripped your panties off, fingers only grazing through the folds of your lips, not touching your clit or inserting his fingers. You push your hips into his hand, earning a dark chuckle from him as he decides to treat you kindly, inserting his fingers into you.

“Osamu,” you moan as his fingers move around inside of you. You looked so beautiful like this, panting and moaning for him, face still had splotches of blood on it, edges slightly sweated out from the slight foreplay that was going on. His thumb rubs on your slit making your eyes roll in the back of your head from the stimulation, the other two fingers inside you curling when they find the spot that would have you seeing stars. You’re whinning at his antics, moaning his name, begging him over and over again for what, neither of the two of you knew. To let you cum? To keep going? All you kept saying was , “Please Osamu, Please”

Dazai needed to be inside you but you had to cum for him first, he needed to cum for him first. He wanted to be completely focused on your face when you came from him for the first time, leaning down to your ear nibbling at it.

“Cum for me, doll”

And you came, you came harder than you did the first time. The grip you hand on Dazais fingers, he could only imagine how it was going to feel when he was finally able to put his dick in you. He chuckles, darkly as his face finds its way in between your thighs, licking up the mess you made once his fingers are left inside of you. Looking up at you, he could tell you were close to overstimulation, close to your mental and physical limits, and as much as he wanted to properly taste you, that would have to be for another time. He had already removed his pants when you were coming down from your second high, now kissing his way up your thigh to your calf as he placed your leg on his shoulder, giving the other leg the same attention as you whining reaching out to him.

His fingers spread you out as he slowly inserts himself into you, the feeling of you around him almost made him lose his load into you. No, he had to control himself, he had to give you what you needed.  Your mouth was in an O shape from the burning stretch of having him inside of you, even with two orgasms and some stretching from is fingers it wasn’t enough to not cause you a bit of pain but the pain was pleasurable and you too almost came from the sensation.  

Before he starts moving, he confesses “ That’s not the first man that I’ve killed.”  The sentence ends as he bottomed out into you. The immediate grip on him from your walls made him grip his teeth.

“That’s okay” You breathed, feeling even more turned on imaging how he looked as he took those other lives.

“And I hadn’t done that in so long, “ his thrusts begin, slowly but deep making your ankles did into his shoulders, “But I did it for you, and I would do it again for you.”

His confession made your toes curl as you came on his dick, gripping him to the point that it was almost painful for him, throwing himself forward onto you making your knees hit your chest.

“Oh bella, you want me to kill for you? I would, I would kill anyone for you, I would kill anyone who did anything to you.” His voice was hoarse as he starts to slam his hips into yours as you babble “yes yes Osamu yes” with every word of violence, you squeeze him harder and harder. You were fucking insane, you were for him, only for him. His hips slammed into you with a force that will surely leave you sore tomorrow but you didn’t care it felt good, everything felt so good.

“Fuck Osamu, gonna cum, gonna fucking cum.”

“Me too Bella me too, I’m cuming in you,” it wasn’t a request or asking for any type of permission, he was telling you, telling you he was going to cum in you and that’s what sent you over your third edge, with him following shortly behind you. His hips didn’t still as he kept unloading into you, forcing him cum deeper into you almost hoping it would take.

After a while of him breathing over you, he pulls out almost saddened by seeing his cum start to leak out of you. He looks from your cunt to your face, seeing the small, satisfied smile you had on, but your eyes looked heavy he knew you were at your limit, not even knowing how you were still conscious. It was time to get you to bed, he sighed as he went to turn the shower on, wishing he could run you a bath instead but there wasn’t time for that. He went and grabbed your bonnet out of your bag, gently lifting you off the bed to put it on your head and get you into the shower. His touch was so gentle in contrast to how he fucked you, in contrast to what those hands did to that man earlier. He washed your body so gently with the washcloth, making sure to clean you properly getting all the blood and sweat off you, and making sure not to over-stimulate you. He cleaned himself in the shower, not allowing you to do it due to how exhausted he knew that you were. Once the two of you were clean, he slipped you into one of his shirts and laid the two of you down bringing you to lay on his chest.

He could feel your breathing getting deeper and slower, realizing you were close to sleep which almost put a genuine smile on his face until he heard you call his name.

“Hmmn.”

“Can you tell me more about who you used to be?” your voice so small, so tired, almost as if you were forcing yourself to stay awake.

That actually put a small smile on his face as he kissed your forehead, “Yes but not tonight, now sleep”

You nod into his chest as you nestle in, almost immediately falling asleep. Dazai’s past still haunts him but he wouldn’t mind sharing it with you, only if it’s you.

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Sick Days

Sylus x MC!Reader

Sylus couldn't get in contact with you and he knew that being a hunter was a dangerous job but what you had wasn't an injury to your body per say. It was an injury to your immune system. AKA Sylus taking care of you when you're very very sick

OB: Hi I started writing this while i had covid back in august and I'm working on clearing out all of my old fic drafts so bear with me on any other updates

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A groan escapes your lips as you forcefully peel your eyes open. Your throat hurts, your head hurts, your body hurts, everything hurts. It took you a bit to register that the banging wasn’t in your head, but it was at your front door. Every cell in your body screaming at you to stay in your bed, but the knocking just wouldn’t stop.

As you sit up out of bed, your head immediately spins from the sudden motion.

“Fuck,” you attempt to steady yourself before fully getting out of bed, but it was hard. You tried to take a deep breath but that just caused you to have a coughing fit. The burn in your throat and chest is almost unbearable. The toll of whatever sickness you had had a harsher effect on your body than you thought. Initially, you assumed you could have just slept off whatever it was but now you were so sure.

Slowly, you struggle your way to the front door, blanket securely wrapped around you since you were freezing. Eventually, you get your door open as you glare at a well-dressed chest, your eyes racking up to see the owner of said chest. It was, of course, Sylus.

“Well, hello there, kitten. Nice to finally see you.” He smirks down at you for just a moment before noticing the state you were in, gently pushing you back to enter your space, closing the door behind him.

“What are you doing here Sylus?” You ask, your voice is scratchy and hoarse.  Sylus brow creases as he gives you a once over.

“Mephesto claims you haven’t left your house in two days, and you haven’t been answering my messages or phone calls.” He says as he raises a hand to your forehead to gauge your temperature. You swat his hand away as you realize what he was saying. Two days? You haven’t left for two days??? You were just at work yesterday when you got sent home, right? Holding your hand out, you request him to hand you his phone which he does with no complaint. Ignoring the picture of the two of you as his lock screen and notice that in fact it had been two entire days since you had been home. You shove his phone back into his hand and shuffle back to your room to look for your phone. There it sat on your nightstand, still on the charger, opening it up to see several messages and missed calls from Sylus of course but some from Luke and Kieran, a few from Jenna and Tara telling you to get well soon, along with a few from Rafayel, Xavier, and Zayne.

“I-“ you stutter as you sit down on your bed, “ I guess I’ve been in and out of sleep this whole time.” You say with a frown, attempting to rub the pain out of your head. As you go through the numerous texts, a coughing fit erupts making Sylus run over to rub your back. He tries to soothe you as your fit dies, rubbing your back gently as you calm down, taking the blanket from around you, pushing you to lay down and tucking you in. You hadn’t even realized that you were truly TUCKED in until Sylus is running a hand over your cheek and you can’t move.

“Let me out Sylus” You struggle from how tightly he tucked you in, but you didn’t have any real strength in you to get out.

“No can do, kitten. You’re sick and I’ll just have to take care of you.” He puts his hand on your forehead to truly check your temperature. You were burning up and it took everything in Sylus to keep a neutral face, he was worried about you. He had originally thought, you had just buried yourself in work again but seeing you in this state does something to his heart that he doesn’t like. You were such a strong woman and now where you were, weak and frail and not from any wanderer just from what was probably the common cold.  

“I’ll be fine, I can take care of myself.” You refute, struggling yet again but not putting up much of a fight. Theres a slight twitch in Sylus expression as he watches you.

“Please” Sylus voice comes out just above a whisper and you stop moving. It caught you off guard and you stopped fighting. “Thank you, so stubborn” he kisses the top of your head as you scoff.

You hadn’t even realized that you were falling asleep until you were being woken up by Sylus gently.

“What’s going on” you look around confused as you attempt to sit up, Sylus grabs your arm helping you as a rag falls off the top of your head.

“You have to eat something Kitten.” Sylus states as he grabs a bowl of some type of soup putting the spoon up to your mouth. You take a sip of it without complaint, it soothes but hurts your throat at the same time causing a groan to come out of your mouth. Sylus inhales a deep breath, gripping the spoon harder. You weren’t getting better, if anything it seemed like you were getting worse. Your skin was getting pale, your temperature wasn’t going down, and all you were doing was sleeping and while you were sleeping you were shaking. You were in cold sweat; he had to change the rag on your head almost every thirty minutes.

“It hurts, Sy” You grimace after you try to swallow another spoon full of soap. Your voice was so weak, you looked so frail, it was literally breaking his heart to see you like this.

Sylus puts down the bowl, “Just lay down sweetie.” He helps you get back under the covers and before he can even get back with another towel for your head, you’re asleep.

Now Sylus was a prideful man for sure, but for you, for you he would do anything, for you he would put aside his pride. He knew he couldn’t just call any sort of doctor because of the aether core in your heart, so he knew he had to call your doctor, Doctor Zayne. But oh, did he hate Dr.Zayne, YOUR Dr.Zayne. Sylus just knew that man was in love with you, your childhood friend who spent his life becoming a heart surgeon and then being your personal doctor. Tsk, he’s heard of the whole childhood friends to lover’s trope, he wasn’t a dumb man. He wasn’t dumb, but he was desperate, and he needed you to get better. It had already been a full day since he had been in your place, and you just kept getting worse. Begrudgingly he picked up your phone and did what he had to do.  

You don’t remember much in your sick haze. It was hard to even distinguish what was really going on or what was part of your fever dreams. You lucidly remember Sylus waking you up to give you soup and take medicine. You think you remember Zayne coming in which would make sense, he is your doctor, but you also remember Xavier? Maybe you weren’t particularly sure, it wouldn’t really make sense for him to be there, but you were sure you remembered seeing him.

Eventually, you gain a full sense of consciousness. Surprisingly, your body doesn’t ache like it has been and there isn’t an immense pressure in your head. You attempt to sit up when you notice a hand holding onto your arm, and attached to the hand was Sylus. A soft smile spreads on your face as you see him sitting most likely uncomfortably in a chair next to your bed. His head was laid beside you and his hand grasping onto your arm. You had no clue had long he had been there or how long he had been taking care of you. The pill bottles, half eaten soup and cups of water you don’t remember drinking or taking had to have come from somewhere and it wasn’t you.

“Ah, I see the kitten has finally stirred from her hibernation.” Sylus exhausted face meets your curious eyes.

“Yeah, I’m feeling much better.”  You say with a yawn and a stretch. The gaze he is giving you makes you feel small, causing you to turn away from him, “thank you”

His hand reaches out to grab your chin gently, “You had me worried, sweetie. You had a respiratory infection and pneumonia. What would have happened to you if I wouldn’t have come?” His jaw is set tight and you don’t think you would ever see the feared Onychinus leader looking scared. He was scared, scared he was going to lose you…...again.

“…… I’m sorry but you took care of me and I’m fine now. Yeah?” You say turning your head out of his hands in more embarrassment as you busy yourself with straightening out your night stand. As you pick up the bottle of pills, you notice you see that Zayne prescribed these. You glance between the bottle and then at Sylus.

He scoffs before taking the bottle from your hand, putting it back down “Well of course I had to reach out to your doctor. Your fever wouldn’t go down.”

“But you hate Zayne?”  You questioned as you tilt your head in a way that was way too cute for Sylus.

“I do not hate the doctor. I just don’t like how friendly he is with you on the occasion.” He scoffs at the giggle you let out, “And I’m aware that you are childhood friends, but the man should have some boundaries”

That makes you laugh even harder, not THE Sylus Quin talking about boundaries. He wouldn’t know a boundary if it shot him in the heart. It was sweet, he was being so sweet.

“Yeah, I thought seeing him was just a fever dream I was having actually. Funny enough, I thought I also saw my friend Xavier here.”

The noise that leaves Sylus had you holding back the biggest laugh that you could possibly muster. So in fact you had not imagine Xavier, he had actually been there and surprisingly Sylus let him in.

“Another one of your ‘friends’ who needs to work on their boundaries. He came over in the middle of the night questioning about your whereabouts after sending you NUMEROUS texts and phone calls. He was insistent on seeing you or he would have gotten your little hunter association involved and I didn’t think you would want that.” He groans with this cute pout on his face. “It seems you have a lot of these type of ‘friends’ who lack any type of boundaries. You should work on that sweetie.”

You reach out to grab his face making him look at you, his gaze softened when he saw your face “Thank you for taking care of me, Sy.”

He grabs your hand a places a small kiss upon the back of it, “Of course Kitten”