#(I hope this is good enough! If not; let me know and I'll go for something else!)

[mwphisto]

So.

Lads reaction to mc being in such a position that their ass is stuck up in the air

LaDs: You did this on purpose, right?

~ All Contain Smut, the consent is dubious for these - never explicitly asked for or stated & they are all in pre-established relationships.

~ All love interests x Female Reader

A note from Soul: Thank you for this idea! Sorry it's taken so unbelievably long to get around to it! I hope it was somewhat worth the wait ;-; I also hope I took your prompt the right way lmao if not... I can always try again!

Xavier can’t help the low chuckle that slips past his lips when he sees you stuck between the tv stand and bookshelf. You’re whining, wiggling your ass as if that will do anything other than tempt him. “How did you manage this, my star?”

The second you slump in defeat, his laughter grows a little stronger. “I was trying to fix all the cables you have back here and I got stuck! If I move too fast the tv will fall. Can you just hold the tv for me so it’s stable?” Reasonable enough, but you’d be a fool to think Xavier would ever let this perfect opportunity pass him.

You expect to hear him shuffle closer, to see his hand from your peripheral vision perhaps. Instead, you feel his hands encompassing your ass. “…Xavier?” The tv teeters as you try and turn your body around, effectively keeping you in place.

“C’mon, tell me this isn’t the perfect opportunity.” You feel it then, his fingers hooking in your sleep pants and tugging them down alongside your panties in one go. “My star, why are you already wet?” How on earth does he expect you to answer that?

“Xavier! Quit playing!”

“Playing? I’m not playing.” His fingers are spreading you apart, watching the arousal ooze from your entrance. "If anything, my star, it seems you're the one playing around." A small smirk is pulling at his lips as he watches your cunt clench around nothing.

"J-just..." But you had nothing proper to say, fingers clenching around the bunch of wires you had foolishly tried to organize. "Don't knock your tv over in the process..."

And you swore he moaned, the warmth of it spreading over your exposed cunt as he placed a wet kiss to your dripping center.

"I'll make it worth your while, my sweet star."

Zayne has seen you in quite compromising positions before, but this one? Oh this one takes the cake. "Z, is that you? Can you help!" You had lost hope in your quiet escape a while ago, accepting your fate of being ass up with your head down in the washing machine.

"My love, how did you even manage this?" Though, it's quite muffled from where your head is at. "I was trying to get the last sock stuck to the bottom, I reached too far and lost my balance and... yeah." Your feet were barely touching the ground, not enough leverage to push yourself back and get stead on the ground.

Zayne suppressed his laugh, eyes dragging over your pitiful stance. All the while, he was making a mental note to buy a washing machine that opened from the side rather than the top.

"I'm afraid my services require a fee." And your bewildered squeal was enough for him to tug at the sleep shorts that had been riding up your ass with each struggled wiggle. "One that needs to be paid before the services can be done, of course."

"No way! Get me out of here first and then I'll pay you!" But slender fingers were already squishing and squeezing your bottom, a pleased hum slipping past your lover's lips. "My love, you know this opportunity is too good." The stain that appeared as Zayne pressed two fingers over your covered center only proved him right.

"Z, please! I swear all the blood is rushing to my head!" But he only laughed, hooking his fingers under the thin strip of fabric covering your center. Pulling it away from your heated sex to see the arousal clinging to the fabric, keeping it connected to you. "I beg to differ, it seems you certainly have enough circulation to..."

But you kicked your legs with a squeal, embarrassed and aroused at the same time. "Just get me out of here!"

"In due time, my love."

Rafayel was nearly doubled over laughing when he found you. "Cutie, how did you accomplish this feat?" You couldn't see him, of course, but oh could you hear the amusement in his voice as he spoke. "You should be thanking me, Raf! I saved your sculpture!"

But, in the process, you knocked over several canvases... and perhaps his beloved ladder he always sat upon. Which didn't hurt when it landed on you. It actually was cushioned by the fallen art pieces on top of you. But, now? You're stuck.

"Cutie, I'm pretty sure you can wiggle your way free." Though, he certainly doesn't mind the view you are presenting him with. Your ass is wiggling a bit but you can't shimmy free with the wet sculpture in your hands. "If I do, it'll ruin the sculpture! It's still wet!" Even now, you could see your fingers creating indents where you held.

"That's... fine." Though, Rafayel would be lying if he said that didn't give him several inappropriate ideas.

How ruined would his newest sculpture be if it was the only thing you had to hold onto while he fucked you stupid? Oh, now he really had to find out. "Let's make it a different sort of art piece, yeah?

Before you could question him, you felt his hands circling your thighs, spreading you apart as he tugged your bottoms to the side. "Rafayel, what are you- shit!" He was nudging your entrance, the dull head of his cock collecting your arousal and smearing it around.

"You sure this wasn't on purpose? You're already so wet..." You felt the urge to question how he was already hard. But you knew your lover well, this position wasn't all that innocent either. On your knees, back arched, ass up? It was like dangling a treat in his face.

"Don't be ridiculous, just get me out of this mess please!" A last ditch effort as you felt him center himself at your entrance. "Oh I will, after I've had my fun..." and he's pushing in, reveling in your desperate whine as he pictured your fingers digging into the clay.

Sylus can't quite believe his eyes when he enters one of his many armories. "This is... an interesting tactic to get my attention, kitten." He had merely gone to investigate the crashing sound he heard, assuming it was one of the twins and not... you.

"Sy! T-this wasn't an attempt to get your attention! I'm genuinely stuck!" A case of weapons had fallen on top of you when you bent down to look at a particular gun he had hanging low on the wall.

Now, you're quite literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. "Ah, well... you've certainly garnered my attention regardless, Kitten."

Your dress was bunched around your waist, revealing your cotton panties to his hungry stare. Mentally, Sylus was thankful neither twin went running at the sound of your chaos. Or else, they would have gotten a view meant for him and him alone.

"I take it you are needing my help." But his tone is a bit far away, as if he is too dazed to really put effort into his words. It's totally not due to the wet patch on the center of your panties, no not at all. Definitely not due to your wiggling hips, or your plump ass begging to be smacked. No, not even your thighs pressing together as you squirm.

No, Sylus was much... stronger than that. (wrong)

"Yes! Yes please! I really can't find a way to free my-Sylus?" Your entire body stiffens, not out of distain but out of surprise. His nose is warm as it trails over your lower back, his hands hot as they still your wiggly hips. "Remember that time you couldn't help yourself while I was on my back under my motorcycle?"

Oh. Oh no... you remembered very well. You couldn't have helped yourself then even if you wanted too. The way his shirt had ridden up his stomach? His arms bare and muscles flexing as he worked on the underside of his bike? Yeah, no. You had straddled him so fast it nearly gave you whiplash. Sylus hadn't even flinched...

"I think..." and something hard and bulging is pressed directly over your covered center "...it's time I returned the favor, no?"

Caleb was convinced he had seen too much porn. No, his mind was utterly tainted, ruined, a wasteland ruined by consumption of the adult video industry. Because there was no way this was happening to him... to you... and he was getting hard.

"Caleb? Is that you?" You want to turn back and look, but you are unironically stuck under the kitchen sink. Somehow, you wedged yourself too deep, stuck between the wooden base and the piping of his sink. "Got a little carried away while cleaning... I'm stuck."

Clad in one of his shorts and a pair of his boxers, Caleb felt like a kid on Christmas morning. His sweet pipsqueak, his perfect princess, he could slap a bow on your ass and he'd consider you the best gift he had ever received. "Yeah, yeah I can see that."

"I just need you to guide me a bit, I think I can get out if you do that- what the hell?" You had attempted to move back but you could feel his evol cling to your skin. "Caleb! Now isn't the t-time!" But his nose was nuzzling your center, and every complaint fizzled out.

"Oh, c'mon. I can't give up this opportunity, pips. You looked too cute with your ass in the air like that..." He can feel you shudder, feel you still feebly attempt to push back but for a different reason.

"Caleb... my back is starting to hurt..." but you were already going slack-jawed. His tongue licking over your covered cunt before his fingers yanked his boxers down of your hips. "All the more reason I should make this pretty pussy feel good, no? You made a mess of my boxers, pips. Your pussy leaked all over them..."

Your cheeks burn as you hear him inhale, sniffing in the heady scent of your musk. You have a funny feeling he won't be washing them before he wears them himself... "Such a pervert, Caleb..."

"Yeah, yeah. But I'm your pervert."

[81astriss]

do you think i have forgotten about you? | arthur leclerc

fem!reader x arthur leclerc

2.8k words

in which you and arthur have been exchanging letters since childhood until one day, he stops.

a/n: just re-read five survive by holly jackson (5* read i def recommend 😛) !!! this is semi-inspired by arthur's letter to red and bc i miss the pen pal i had when i was like 10 :(

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March 29, 2007

To: Y/n

Hello, this is Arthur. My maman told me that writing letters would better my english but I think my english is fine? Anyways, I am from Monaco and I like racing like my brother and my father. Love for racing just runs in the genes I think. What do you like? I don't have much to say honestly so I'm sorry that this is your first impression of me. I hope you're doing good.

From: Arthur

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April 10, 2007

To Arthur,

Hello! I'm Y/n, as you already know. I've been expecting your letter actually! My mother said you'd be writing. This is actually so cool I've always wanted a pen pal :o

I like music, I play piano. I don't know much about racing but I will ask my dad about it! Looking forward to exchanging more letters with you. And don't worry about your first impression, it is okay for me!

- Y/n :)

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August 8, 2011

Dear Y/n,

I don't understand how you enjoy going to school. I would much rather do karting all day everyday. My dream is to get into F1 (like I already said about a million times) and it's useless to sit in school learning fractions.

My grandmother is making me learn piano. I don't want to but since you play the piano, I'll learn it so I can play with you when you go here :D Watch out though, I might become better than you!

Nothing entertaining has happened recently but if something does, I'll make sure to tell you first.

Love, Arthur

P.S. Charles says hi. He thinks this is a love letter??? (ew)

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August 20, 2011

Dear Arthur,

To be honest, I don't enjoy school at all. I only get excited to go here for my friends and because I like learning about countries. I want to travel a lot when I'm older. The first country I'll visit is Monaco so maybe you can show me around! We can talk about F1 (i've been learning more about it) and piano now that you're learning it.

And speaking of piano, there's absolutely NO way that you're going to get better than me at it. Between the two of us, I am THE piano master >:) Though you should listen to your grandmother and learn. It's a beautiful instrument and it sounds magical if you play it well. But even if you learn, you'll never get better than me hehee

Nothing much has also happened in my life (unfortunately) but I'll write right away when something does happen!

Love, Y/n

P.S. Hi Charles :D This is not a love letter, that's gross and also we're 10. And also I found a pink pen :P

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February 14, 2014

Dear Y/n,

Happy valentines! Although by the time this reaches you it won't be valentines anymore. Some girls left letters in my locker and while I appreciate the effort, it sucks that I have to turn them down because I'm not interested in them. Do you have a valentine this year? Charles gave a girl chocolates that had nuts and she said she was allergic lol. It was so embarrassing to watch.

And while we're on the topic of Charles, don't tell anyone but we don't have enough money to let both me and him do racing. Honestly, I don't know what to do. I might quit just so he could continue because he's a much better driver than I am. He has a better shot at getting into F1 than I do. But I love racing and my brother. I really do. It's just sad that I will have to stop for a bit.

Now change topic so it isn't sad, I'm so good at piano now. Like Beethoven is shaking in his grave. You can't compare :P Guess who's the piano master now. >:)

Love, Arthur

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February 14, 2014

Dear Arthur,

It's valentines again! I still don't have a valentine again this year and it SUCKS! All my friends and even my teachers have one. This isn't fair. Is this what it's like to be a teenager? Lonely and sad and falling behind in love?

February 26, 2014

Hey, I just got your letter. I'm so sorry to hear that, what you're doing for Charles and for your family is really selfless and shows how generous you are. I admire what you're doing. Is there any way we can help financially? Maybe my mom can send you money? Remember I'm always here for you if you need emotional support from so many kilometers away >:) and hey, when you get the money, you can come back even better eh? Don't feel too bad.

And now that I'm done comforting you... There is NO WAY in hell that you're that good. Beethoven is shaking in his grave because you're using his name in vain. Don't get cocky now. When we meet, I challenge you to a piano playing challenge which rules are ones that I haven't thought of yet. >:(

Write back, Beat oven!

Love, Y/n

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March 29, 2014

Dear Arthur,

I think my other letter may have gotten lost in the mail haha... it was about valentines and a reply to you having to take a racing hiatus and comparing you to the legend himself, Ludwig van.

Okay anyways. Life updates from me are: I started learning violin and my mother and I might go to Paris! I'm so excited because this is the first time I'll go out of my country :D

But anyways, how are you doing? How are you holding up given everything?

Write back!

Love, Y/n

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August 10, 2014

Dear Arthur,

If you hate me you can just say so :/ Nah I'm joking but I'm sending this from another post office because I think the other post office keeps losing my letters for some reason. I don't think they're reaching you so that's my explanation if you haven't heard from me over the past months. Promise I'm not ignoring you!

It's been a while since I heard from you. It's unusual, not seeing your name in my mailbox. I hope you're doing okay. :)

Write back soon!

Love, Y/n

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October 14, 2014

Happy birthday, Arthur!

Enjoy your golden birthday :O I hope that only good things come for you today and for the rest of your life <3

Still haven't heard from you for 8 months. Did you move away without telling me? Have you forgotten about me? Okay it's wrong for me to ask this on your special day. I'm sorry for being selfish.

Happy 14th! Enjoy your day.

Love, Y/n

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December 25, 2014

Dear Arthur,

MY CHRISTMAS GIFTS WERE SOOOO COOL!!!!!!

I got a lego airplane, a guitar, and a bike! I've been asking for a bike for so long and now I finally get to have my own! What about you what did you get for christmas?

Please write back, thanks!

Love, Y/n

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January 1, 2015

Dear Arthur,

Happy new years! What's your new years resolution? Mine is to get even better at violin, travel more, and do better in school.

Please write :(

Love, Y/n

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October 14, 2015

Dear Arthur,

Happy birthday! :)

Love, Y/n

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December 25, 2015

Dear Arthur,

Merry Christmas to you and your family! :)

Love, Y/n

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January 1, 2016

Arthur,

Happy new years.

- Y/n :)

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March 29, 2017

I miss your letters, Arthur.

Love, Y/n

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July 17, 2024. You were on day 2 out of 3 of your visit to Monaco, the place you've always dreamed of going to.

It was a Wednesday, and the cafe you entered was filled with people. You looked around for a place to sit and saw only one seat available on a table for 2. There was a man on the other end of the table, someone you didn't recognize at all.

"Hi, is this seat taken?" You ask, gesturing to the one across him.

"Ah, no it isn't," he smiles, "feel free to occupy it."

The man looked like he walked straight out of a romance book. He had brown, unkept hair that also looked fixed at the same time—a look which he somehow pulled off. His eyes were somewhere you could get lost in and his french accent was prominent. Maybe this was your romcom moment, you thought, meeting someone in a coffee shop in a foreign country.

You sat there, staring out the window, admiring the scenery while he just stayed on his phone. Not long after, the barista called out your name and drink.

"Thank you for letting me sit for a while."

"It's no problem, really."

"I'm Y/n by the way." You give out your hand and he shakes it before you walk away.

Y/n.

Your voice echoed in his ears as the sound of your name sent waves throughout the boy's entire being.

He watched as you exited the cafe, drink in the hand that shook his. Your touch still lingering on his palm.

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July 17, 2024

My dearest Y/n,

You're just as beautiful as I imagined you to be.

Love, Arthur

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July 18, 2024

Y/n,

Okay that first letter was so out of place and not good to send as a standalone haha. Sorry about that!

Okay for real now, I'm sorry I stopped writing. To be honest, I don't have an excuse for it. I was stupid and with everyone being on their phones more often, I got lazy to write.

I kept your letters in case one day I found the motivation to write back, even though I never did. I'm sorry for making you feel like your letters never reached me at all. I'm sorry if you thought I forgot about you. I never did, not once. I could never forget you. I shouldn't have done that to you, I know. I'm sorry, I truly am. I should've given you another way to contact me or stayed in touch even if I had nothing to say instead of leaving you in the dust. I was young and stupid. I'm sorry.

You can hate me. You probably already do and I understand and respect that. I deserve it. But I want to reconnect with you again, if you'd let me. I promise I'll do better than I did at 14.

Sincerely, Arthur

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August 1, 2024

Arthur.

What the fuck. There has to be something wrong with you because what. the. fuck.

So you didn't move away or die or whatever and you just ignored me for YEARS? I think I would much rather be forgotten. That's a lie. I wouldn't. But you can't just say "You're as pretty as I thought you were" or some shit and pretend that fixes EVERYTHING.

You're right! Wow! I do indeed hate you for not writing. You're an asshole. You made me look stupid thinking I was writing to the air for years. I hate you. How dare you even try to contact me again. You can't just do that. You can't just ignore me for years then write to me again and pretend like nothing happened then just move past it.

But in all honesty I've missed your letters. I've missed seeing your name in the mail. I've missed you.

Nice to finally meet you in person, I guess.

Y/n

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August 19, 2024

Dear Y/n,

This won't reach you in time for Zandvoort so will you please come to Monza for the race please? I'll pay for everything. Your flight, your hotel, your food, everything. I want to speak to you in person. Please.

Love, Arthur

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August 27, 2024

to: Arthur Leclerc arthurleclerc@gmail.com from: Y/n L/n youremail@domain.com subject: Monza GP Invitation

Fine, I'll be there.

Y/n

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September 2, 2024

Dear Y/n,

Thank you for letting me in your life once again. I'm so glad I got to catch up with you. I've clearly missed a lot in your life, I mean obviously a decade is a long time but still. I don't have much to say since they were already said in person.

You really are more beautiful than what I imagined (that's not an insult, please don't take that the wrong way.) It feels like I could stare at you for an eternity. If Charles from 13 years ago saw this letter I'd be teased relentlessly for writing a 'love letter' but it's true. You truly are one of the most gorgeous people I've seen.

Write back, hopefully?

Love, Arthur

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September 19, 2024

Arthur,

Another letter? Wow, you really do enjoy pushing your luck. But then again here I am replying so your gamble was worth it in a way.

I admit it was nice catching up with you. It made me realize how much we've grown from the kids we once were and what a huge part of your life I wasn't in. You really missed a lot in my life and I also missed a lot of yours. I still remember making a promise about how we would tell each other when something major happens.

Congratulations to Charles for P1 in Monza and P2 in Baku.

- Y/n

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December 7, 2024

Dear Y/n,

I was able to drive alongside Charles in free practice! Don't know if you watched it. It was amazing and full of emotion. It was so surreal and I wish you were there to see it in person.

Love, Arthur

P.S. This is me keeping my end of the promise and updating you with every major thing that happens in my life.

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December 25, 2024

Merry Christmas, Y/n.

Love, Arthur.

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January 1, 2025

Merry Christmas and happy new year, Arthur. (& to your family as well)

Thank you for finally keeping your end of the promise. Took you long enough. Seems like your wish of making it into F1 doesn't seem so far? Good to be updated again with all the happenings in your life.

I'm so thankful we were able to talk again after so long. Even though I was dead set on loathing your entire existence for the rest of my life, I'm glad I didn't continue with that mindset.

I hope only good things come your way. Keep in touch?

Love, Y/n

P.S. Sorry for taking a bit long to write back (even tho u took longer)

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January 1, 2025

Dear Y/n,

Happy new year to you and your family!

Thank you so much for letting me back into your life. I wasn't sure if you still would given that I did you so dirty back then. Glad that we're able to move past that and focus on our friendship now.

May the new year only bring you good luck and things and more travels.

Love, Arthur

P.S. Take as long as you want, I'll just be here waiting.

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March 29, 2025

Arthur,

Honestly, I don't have anything else to say but I'm going to Monaco in a few days. I might already be there by the time this reaches you. I hope I see you around.

- Y/n

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Sure enough, you do end up seeing him in the same cafe that you saw each other last year.

"What are the odds that I see you in the same cafe in the same spot?" You go up to him, holding your drink.

"Maybe it's fate?"

"Or maybe you're stalking me."

He leans back in his chair. "Well me, I just so happen to like this place. And you also sent me a letter saying you'd be here."

Monaco really is a small country.

You sit on the chair opposite his, looking out the window and admiring the view. You could stare at it for the rest of your life and never get tired of it.

You glance back at Arthur, who was also looking at the beautiful scenery outside. You could never get tired of him either.

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April 19, 2025

Dear Y/n,

This might be too soon to ask and I know I am really pushing my luck by asking this but please don't hate me. Please.

Can I court you?

This wasn't just some random thought that occurred in my mind out of nowhere on a random Saturday. I just realized it when I saw you in the cafe for the second time. Maybe it really was fate or my stubbornness or your patience with me but whatever it was, somehow the universe always finds a way to bring me back to you. I realized then that I could get used to it—being with you for the rest of my life. I would never get tired of going to that cafe and admiring all the places I grew up seeing even if I go there every single day if it means I get to do it with you.

I know the time might not be right but I couldn't help myself any longer.

Love, Arthur

P.S. Again, please don't hate me.

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May 1, 2025

To: Arthur

Yes, you may.

Love, Y/n

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May 16, 2025

Y/n,

I knew it was bound to be a love letter one day.

- Charles

P.S. If ever he ghosts you again tell me. I will deal with him myself.

woooo first fic that isn't part smau (besides the email part but shhhh) !??!?! not proofread, apologies for any mistakes :)

♡ xine

[highway-143]

lucifer- choi san

genre: smut, mafia au, based on the "in your fantasy" mv

pairing: mob leader!san × mob member fem!reader

taglist: (ateez/enhypen taglist open: im not gonna tag anyone bc idk who wants to read ateez on my taglist 😭)

word count: 1.7k

now playing: in your fantasy - ateez

a.n- finally picked my ass up and started writing for other groups 😩😩 hope this is good ig lol... also can you spot the mv references? hehehehehe

tw: profanity, unprotected sex, public sex, maybe dubcon idk, sir kink, rough sex, posessive-ish san teehee, dacraphylia, exhibitionism, probably some form of voyeurism idk, probably more lol

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"do you even get what's happening here?"

you were standing in front of san on the balcony, his hand gripping your biceps, squeezing just enough to sting. his face was contorted into furrowed brows and a grimace. something like disgust.

"do you understand who's here right now?"

the theater below was filled with the wealthiest of the wealthy, the people with the most power, anyone with influence.

and that meant san.

and for some reason, you.

how could mr. mafia go to a play without a woman on his arm and a glass of wine in his hand?

except that glass looked like it was goint to be crushed with how tight he was holding onto it.

"yes, sir." you mutter.

"really? then fucking act like it. this is not the time for you to act out of line."

you frown. "all i did was shake the guy's hand! how the hell is that 'out of line'?"

"oh my god, are you dumb?" his voice is getting louder now, and your eyes dart to the crowd only yards away. "you're mine. that's how it works here. he shouldn't be touching you. you don't touch anyone else. there's no telling what these men will do, especially when women and money are involved."

you scoff, and san drags you closer to him. close enough to where you can almost taste his his cologne, close enough to where you can see just a faint outline of a scar on his chest where his silk dress shirt cut so low it was almost sinful.

"you think this is dumb? you chose this, remember? you need this. need me. you'd be on the fucking streets if it wasn't for me. you know how this works."

"fine. i'll be good. your quiet little doll, right?"

he can practically smell the sarcasm radiating off of you. but he ignores it.

for now.

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the second you set a heeled foot back in the ballroom, san regrets letting you go back.

he knows you're going to make this harder for him. he can tell in the way you sit when he pulls out your chair, how your posture is impeccable even under his gaze.

his jaw tightens when you laugh at something someone said.

you notice.

you weren't planning on stopping.

san catches your gaze during intermission, and he places a hand on your thigh.

he starts tapping.

long, short short short. pause. short long. pause. short long, short short. pause. long, short long, short. pause. long, long, long. pause. long, short. pause. long, short long, long.

balcony.

you hold back a smirk. barely. san can tell.

he hates the way you get up from your chair, making up an excuse about how you're "so sorry but i have to go to the restroom."

you climb the stairs alone, san acting like everything was perfectly fine while he was surrounded by people.

until he excused himself too.

you didn't know when he would join you on the balcony, but you were starting to wonder when the lights dimmed and the show continued.

you must have waited for a few minutes, watching the play from above while your heart pounded.

until you felt a hand on your waist.

and you knew who's it was.

"how's it going up here?" his lips are right by your ear. you can feel his breath on your neck.

"fine." you fake canfidence, but you're certian he can see right through you.

"yeah? but it didn't seem fine while we were down there, did it?"

you shrug. "i thought it was going well."

he's directly behind you, chest pressed against your back. "was it? i don't think it was."

"was i too loud for you? your ego cant take a talkative woman, can it?" you spin around, back pressed to the balcony wall. "or maybe," you stare into his eyes, right in front of you. "maybe i'm actually making a better impression than you. all quiet and brooding like an introverted douchebag."

he freezes, and you can tell the words made him mad. but his scowl turns into a sneer within seconds. "really? you don't know how to fucking act around these idiots, do you? you're embarrassing yourself, bitch. giggling like a mindless slut at jokes that arent nearly funny enough for your time."

you laugh. "so you're jealous? try being funny and maybe i'll laugh at you sometime. oh wait, i already do. at your stupid 'mob etiquette' that makes absolutely no sense. that's the real joke"

he grabs your forearm, holding your hand up to your face. "you see that?" he asks, clearly talking about the small tattoo on your inner wrist, still a little red from healing and slightly covered by the sleeve of your blouse.

it's a symbol, the mob's. a king of diamonds playing card, except the diamonds were in the shape of an hourglass. "do you know what it means? it means you're gonna fucking listen to me when i tell you what to do. you made a deal. you hold up your end of the bargain."

"and i'm just making it fun."

he smirks. "making it fun? i can do that too, whore."

he spins around, pulling you by where he was still gripping your arm. he drags you to the wall, away from the balcony, where he pushes you against the gold detailing.

"you do what i say, right?"

you can't help but grin. "yes."

"yes what?"

"sir."

he presses his knee between your thighs, his pants sliding against yours, dragging along your heat.

"you like that?" he asks when you twitch, mouth dropping open. you nod, balancing yourself by holding onto his shoulders. he chuckles, voice gravely with lust, and grabs your jaw with his hands.

"you're gonna take it like a good girl, aren't you?" he grins when you whimper. "gon' be nice 'n quiet for me."

he drags a hand down your neck, your collarbones, down to your chest, rubbing his thumb over your breast, digging his fingers into your blouse while he started undoing a few of the buttons.

"god, you look so good like this. mine. sexy."

you almost giggle but you can't really think with the way he's fondling your tits and pulling your shirt to the side so he can see your bra.

"not here... please." you look over at the bodygaurds standing in front of the windows a few feet away, clearly side-eyeing the scene san was making no matter how shadowed it was. "please sir."

san just laughs and shoves your bra down, letting your breasts spill free.

you feel your eyes start to water, but you force yourself to take his hands.

god, his hands.

he looks down at you, grinning like the devil, rolling up his silk sleeves while digging his knee into your cunt like he was trying to shove it inside you.

and then he's touching you again.

hes unbuttoning your slacks, pushing them down with your panties in tow.

his fingers slip through your folds, and you buck your hips into his palm.

"oh my god-" you mutter, head spinning when you feel his thumb on your clit.

he smirks and rubs faster, feeling your fingers dig into his shoulder with every flick, every press of his hand onto your waist.

and the second you think about letting yourself go, he's not touching you.

he's unbuttoning his pants instead.

he smiles when his dick hits you on the stomach, and you let a little gasp slip out.

"you like my cock, right? it's your favorite, huh?"

"y-yes sir."

"and when i put it in and start fucking you like the whimpering whore you are, are you gonna cum before i tell you to?"

your legs are about to give out now. "no sir."

"good girl."

he grabs your thigh and lifts it up so your knee is hooked over his hip. and then he drags his tip through your wet lips.

his eyes meet yours.

"oh fuck!" you shout, and san covers your mouth with his free hand, his cock stretching you open and pushing further in with every twitch of your hips.

"shut up... shut up and fucking take it." he mutters as he starts moving, hips pushing into and pulling out of you slow. but deep. very, very deep.

so deep you thought you could feel him in your throat.

but maybe that was his hand on your neck.

his pace is killing you, the way he moves so slow, like this is all a game to him, like it wasnt torture on your poor, wet pussy.

"oh god, faster... please..." you mumble, trying to be quiet even though the gaurds had certainly already seen by now.

"you want it faster, huh? thought you didn't even want it at all?"

you dont respond. your face is red and sweaty and you're pretty sure your mascara is running but you couldn't care less.

because san is fucking you faster.

he slams his dick into you harder, holds your neck a little tighter, squeezes your thigh in ways that will leave bruises for a while.

your mascara is definitely running now. the tears made sure of that.

san lets go of your neck to hold your other leg when it gives out, wrapping it around his waist and holding you against the wall. his arms are flexing but he can barely feel it.

he loves the burn anyway.

when he feels you clenching harder around him, your gasps getting louder, your hands digging into his back, he fucking pulls out.

you almost scream.

not again.

san is fucking laughing. "you should've just taken what i fucking gave you." he drops you and you barely catch yourself.

"please..." you whine, hands still on his chest. you're a mess, hair sweaty, makeup smeared, tits still out and pants on the floor, along with one of your heels.

he scoffs. "go clean yourself up, slut." he pushes you towards the bathroom, zips his pants up, and walks away, strides long and confident.

bastard.

but god knows he wasn't done with you. that's clear in his cunning smile when he sits back down at the table.

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a.n- "im getting in your head" more like "im getting in your bed" BAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH that was really bad omg

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[frozenmoonshine]

What the TR character you're crushing on says about you?

Having been a part of this fandom long enough, I have noticed some patterns...

⚠️ This WILL trigger (some of) you, 'cause I WILL be exposing and calling you out! It's gonna get real below the cut, so read at your own risk. ⚠️

F reader/hetero dynamic; the reader is toxic; crack

🚨 Disclaimer 🚨

Please don't take any of this seriously in any way, there is no offense meant whatsoever! I love all of the TR characters, and I'm myself guilty of simping for quite a few of them, so no judgement here at all. I wrote this for shits & giggles and the sole purposes of humor and entertainment, like I always do. So, have fun with it, and if you also manage to have a laugh at it, I'll consider my mission completed! Peace 🩷

P.S. I really hope none of this actually resonates with your real life experiences, but if any of it does, here's a piece of big-sisterly advice - please value and love yourself more, and reexamime which trauma responses make you act in that way.

MIKEY, KAZUTORA, SANZU

You either A) suffer from a terminal case of I-can-fix-him-itis, or B) your coddling, nurturing, mothering instincs are running amok. Most likely it's both at the same time - you see the red flags as a call for aid instead of warning signs of danger.

TAKEMICHI, SHINICHIRO

You go for a kind but pathetic, golden-retriever-energy man, who's okay with being at your beck and call at all times. You're actually just a control freak who thrives on bossing others around because you're afraid of letting go.

NAOTO

You're boring as hell and have the personality of unseasoned boiled chicken. You probably have a thing for authority figures, and your deepest, darkest desire is to be handcuffed to a bedpost, so that's why you think police officers are sexy. You'd never in a million years admit that to anyone, not even to yourself, 'cause it would ruin your slyly crafted 'innocent good girl' personna.

DRAKEN

Oh you lil' homewrecker, you're into taken guys! A guy being married or in a relationship has never stopped you from pursuing him. You don't believe in 'off limits' either, and would gladly date your best friend's ex, or even try to steal her crush. Nasty business!

BAJI, KOKO, INUPI

You get turned on when a guy is clearly not into you. You're just twisted like that. You see how kind-hearted he is towards his friends and close ones, and how dedicated he is to his purpose, so you wait in hopes that he might spare some of that for you too, but deep down you know he doesn't give a damn about you, yet that makes you cling even harder.

MITSUYA, CHIFUYU, AKKUN

You're sane and you know a keeper when you see one. You might play it too safe at times, but better safe than sorry, amirite?

HAKKAI

You have a corruption kink and draw sadistic pleasure from torturing the innocent souls.

PAH, PEH, ANGRY, MOCCHI

You see beyond the appearances. You go for personality and good heart. You long for a genuine connection and don't care about the surface-level stuff. Not! You're just a hipster who thinks it makes you so, so cool that you're forcing yourself to be into "unconventionally attractive" guys!

SMILEY

You're either just as much of a chaotic gremlin as he is, or you're a sub-category of the I-can-fix-him gang.

HAITANI BROTHERS

You have no taste of your own, you just ride any hype train that is trending at the moment. You're most likely chasing a specific "aesthetic" you saw on TikTok instead of knowing what you like. Either that, or you're just desperate for external validation so badly that you would willingly allow a guy to treat you like shit as long as he's considered attractive enough that it'd make your girlfriends jealous of you for getting to date him.

IZANA

You're likely just as toxic as he is, if not even more than him! You think abuse is affection and trauma bonding is intimacy. You may have more than one mental disorder, sooo, yeah... birds of feather flock together.

KISAKI, MADARAME

For the love of me, I cannot figure out what might be wrong with you! But something definitely is. Big time. Better get it professionally checked before it's too late.

HANMA, TAIJU, SOUTH

You're most likely 160 cm or shorter, so you don't care about any red flags as long as the guy's tall enough. If you cannot see the red flag 'cause it's waving way too far above your eye level, that's the same as no red flag, right? Right?!

MUCHO, KAKUCHO, BENKEI

Okay, I hear you, girl! Your type is the 3S - strong, silent, and stoic. And honestly, nothing wrong with that!

WAKASA

Emotional unavailability is your criptonite! You're also very superficial, so you deliberately ignore the red flags for pretty faces, and choose F boys only to later complain how all men are trash.

TAKEOMI

If you're a teen or in your early 20s, this just screams Fatherless Behavior™️! Like, girl, dial those daddy issues down, we're going deaf over here... If you're a full-fledged adult with developed prefrontal cortex, well, sorry to break it to you, honey, but you just have a really, really poor taste in men.

[theonlyy1ivyy]

❤︎ · virgin!megumi x experienced!user

Megumi was used to your kissing, your small taunts and your teasing remarks. But this. This was escalating quicker than he'd ever imagined.

You two had agreed to study for your up coming midterms that were schedualed for next week. You two were focused for at least an hour and Megumi swore that he wouldn't let you fool around like you normally did during your little study dates.

but oh, the second you flashed him that knowing look, he just couldn't resist you any longer. Nonetherless, you were quick with leaning in and kissing his soft lips. Your flimsy hands ran over his uniform pants and Megumi felt himself tense up.

You were getting closer and closer to his crotch and Fushiguro had no idea what to do! His fists stayed firmly closed against his sides, in hopes of figuring out how to place himself.

He couldn't think straight, not when you kept deepening the delicate kiss or while you forced your tongue into his waiting mouth. The low vibrations of his little moans made it known that he was begging for you, pleading for you.

You moved your hand across his lap and that's when you felt the huge tent in his pants. You moaned and Megumi's cheeks turned bright red of embarassement.

Suddenly, you pulled at the hem of his pants. Megumi paused as you whined the words into his mouth, " You're so needy...Let me take care or you.." He was stunned by your simple words and pulled away in a broken whimper.

You looked at him with an entreating gaze, seeing you in such a state had him willing to do anything you wanted.

megumi's soft lips pursed together as he hesitated , you were so experienced with this type of thing and he wasn’t. He wouldn't be caught dead embarassing himself, especially not in front of you.

“I-I’ve never done this before.” He let out in a shallow breath.

A faint smile found your lips, you'd never seen Megumi in such a vulenrable state and for him to trust you enough to see him like this made you feel special.

You leaned in slowly and whispered in his ear the sweetest words he's heard in his life, "Don't worry, I'll take care of you baby."

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The air in the room was heavy, hot.

Megumi's head was thrown back into the soft pillows scattered behind him, as you whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Encouraging him to keep going, to come right there in your delicate hands.

Megumi was thick, you found it nearly impossible to take him with one of your hands, he was just too big.

" Y/N....P-please-t's too-much." He moaned as his steady hand found your wrist. He was trying to slow you down but you wouldn't let him, moving one of your hands up to his swollen red tip and rubbing over his slit with your thumb.

Megumi's body visibly shuddered, his soft cheeks turning redder.

"Are you close 'Gumi- gonna come for me?" You asked, suddenly moving both of your hands at an unruly pace.

"Y-Y/N-fuck, please. Slow down-I-can't.." His words trailed off into meaningless babbles as your hands squeezed around his cock.

With a loud moan megumi's cock began sputtering loads of cum onto your hands. You watched with a smile on your face as he fell apart right there, in front of you.

A small tear which you assumed was from pleasure dripped down his soft cheek and you giggled. Megumi hid his face in his hands as you went on about how good he was for someone who's never done anything like you two had just done.

"You did so good, baby!" You said quietly as you kissed his cheek.

"shut up." He mumbled as he felt him whole entire body get hotter.

Fushiguro couldn't believe he let you do that but then again, he'd let you do anything you wanted to him.

[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday: Steve Rogers

Summary:

Warnings: Bad coworkers, Puns. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used.

Previous

Tech Tuesdays Masterlist

Trying out a new recipe is usually fun, but this time Steve isn't helping like he's supposed to be.

"You're taking a big whisk with this recipe," he teases, making you struggle to hold back a laugh.

"C'mon Stevie, you need to let me concentrate."

"Donut worry, I'll run out soon enough," he smirks as he sees you fighting to not laugh.

"Please, Stevie? You're normally so good about helping me, or at least letting me focus."

"I just don't think you should be wasting your time and using your skills to make cupcakes for Maggie." There's venom in Steve's voice when he says your co-workers name. "I know she's finally leaving but she's always so mean to you."

"I'm not making them for her," you correct. "I'm making them to celebrate her leaving."

Steve chuckles at that. "It's not how she's going to see it."

"And?"

"I just..."

Setting down the utensils you walk to Steve and throw your arms around his neck. You smile when his arms instinctively circle around you, bringing you in close.

"I know you don't like her. I know you think all bullies should know they're in the wrong, and you're absolutely right about that. But I don't have a lot of staying power in my department at the moment and I gotta play nice."

"She never should've been hired," he grumbles.

"And yet, she was," you shrug. "It's just the way of the world. Not all of us can work in a department full of friendly people. Or, well, people who are on good terms with each other."

Steve smiles, grateful that his department doesn't have drama between them. Well, maybe the G's. They've been giving him calculating looks since he won the April Fool's Day prank war. But, unlike a lot of other departments, he knew he could count on everyone to have his back or do the right thing.

"Hopefully the new hire will be nice," he ponders. "And, hey, you'll no longer be the newest person in your department. No longer the newbie."

Your face scrunches a little, "I'm still Newbie, dammit. I've grown to rather like the name."

He gives you a gentle kiss. "You're my Newbie."

"That's right," you giggle. "Now let me finish making these cupcakes!"

"Only if you let me draw you while you work. You know you're my favorite subject."

Heat rushes to your face as you try to break free from Steve's hold. You've gotten better about Steve drawing you. It's even more intimate than him taking photos of you. And in both cases, you always hate how you look. No matter how lovingly Steve draws you, you still see all your flaws.

"How about I let you lick the beaters? Would that work?" Steve's smile drops a little and his eyes go soft with worry. "I'm just not feeling very pretty today."

"Okay," he nods. "You know I don't draw you without permission. Well, not anymore."

Both of chuckle at the memories of Steve drawing you, too afraid to say anything. Hiding his sketchbook every time you stepped a little closer to him.

You break free from Steve's grasp and get back to mixing up the batter.

"So do you know anything about the new hire?" Steve wonders.

"Not really," you confess. "I wasn't involved in any of the interviews or anything. All I really know is that Amelia, my manager, thinks he's cute."

Steve's brows rise, "'he'? That'll be nice for your department."

That makes you laugh a little. "Yeah, a female dominant department like ours could use the variety. And I'm hopeful it'll help keep my coworkers from ogling you every time you visit me."

"They ogle me?" Steve's face furrows in confusion. He's always so focused on you he never noticed anyone else.

You stifle a laugh because you know Steve is earnest. "Let's face it, honeybuns, you're a straight up hottie. I told you, the first time you bent underneath my desk to plug everything in I had to fight the urge to stare at that glorious butt of yours."

Steve blushes as he smiles and your heart skips a beat. It's unfair how cute he is, especially when his cheeks turn so pink.

"But hopefully this new hire will be handsome enough to draw some attention away from you and I can have you all to myself."

"I hope so too," he smirks. "You're the only one allowed to gawk me. At least when it comes to looks. If I do something stupid, everyone's allowed to gawk."

As you get back into the baking you smirk at Steve. "You know, hearing that you didn't realize my coworkers all like to get a good look at you makes me feel like a magician. Because when I'm around, everyone else disappears."

Steve throws back his head as he laughs. When he can finally breathe he says, "you're no magician. You're a drummer because you make my heart skip a beat."

"If I'm a drummer, you're a gardener. Because you've planted yourself into my heart," you counter.

The back and forth continues, and before long the cupcakes are in the oven. Steve takes that as his cue and goes to turn on some music so the two of you can slow dance until time to get the cupcakes out.

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[rekino2114]

How about prompt 4 with the protag girls since most of them have ponytails? Maybe y/n even comments on their ahoge

Helping the protags girls do their hair

Kaede akamatsu (drv3)

Today was an important day for kaede, she had a very important recital she had to play in and so you being the good partner you are decided to help her with the things she had to do to prepare

You helped her pick out a fancy dress, complimenting her on how beautiful she looked, and heard her practice the song she had to play one last time, just like you had done during all the week, she played beautifully like always and you were so proud of her

About 30 minutes before the scheduled recital you decided to check on her going to her room

"Hey kaede are you ready? We're supposed to go now"

"O-oh yeah y/n don't worry I'm almost done"

You saw her trying to put on make up in front of her mirror

"OK then I'll go wai-"

"Wait sorry babe, could you help me with something?"

"Uh? Sure what?"

"Could you brush my hair? I forgot to and now I don't know if I have time to do it well"

"O-oh sure"

You picked up the hairbrush from the nearby table and started combing kaede's hair while she continues putting her makeup on, you were a bit nervous as this was the first time you would be doing something like that and you were scared of messing up her hair before such an important event, that was until you heard her voice encouraging you

"You're doing great"

"Hm?"

"I can see it in the mirror, you're doing an amazing job with my hair"

"......t-thank you"

"It's nothing love"

You smiled now much more confident in what you were doing and kept on brushing her hair until you noticed something weird happening

"Uh......hey kaede, is your ahoge supposed to be doing that?"

"Hm? What do you-"

As soon as kaede looked up in the mirror she blushed seeing that her ahoge had formed into a heart

"Ehhh......n-no...I....can't say it ever did that before"

You chuckled and continued brushing her hair

"Well maybe it's another sign that you love me a lot"

"Hehe, yeah that's probably it, you doing this is making me love you even more"

"Don't mention it, it's the least I could do"

After you finished with the brushing, you put the brush aside

"So what do you think?"

"My hair looks wonderful thank you so much"

"Does it? I think it looks the same as always"

"Maybe, but knowing you did it for me makes it look way better"

Kaede got up from the chair and looked into your eyes

"Thanks so much my love"

You two kissed for a while before your girlfriend grabbed your hand and led you outside

"Come on let's go now, I made sure to book a special seat for you, I hope you'll like my performance"

"I have no doubt I will"

Sora (sdra2)

"Hey y/n, can you help me out?"

You groggily rubbed your eyes and looked towards your girlfriend who was still stretching and yawning

"With what?"

"My hair, can you help me tie it?"

Now that she mentioned it your gaze drifted to her hair and you saw that they were completely down

"Why?"

"Cause I just woke up and don't feel like doing it myself"

"I'm tired, i just woke up too"

"Come on, can you just do it? I'll give you a kiss"

".....you seriously think a kiss is enough to bribe me?"

".......maybe?"

You sighed and got behind her

"Knew it would work"

"Just to be clear, I'm doing this because I love you not just because of the kiss"

"Don't worry I know"

"So where's the hair tie"

"Oh yeah I think it's......."

Sora started to dig in her skirt pocket before handing you her red hair tie

"Here you go"

"Thanks"

You grabbed the object she handed to you and started to tie her white hair in the long ponytail you usually saw her with

"You know I never realized how long your hair actually is"

"I guess it's cause I usually don't let it down often"

"It looks really pretty though"

"Thanks"

After you finished tying her hair sora stroked her ponytail before smiling and turning around to face you

"It looks great"

"Thank you, I just did it as I usually see you styling it"

"Now I think you deserve your reward~"

After saying that sora pressed herself against you before passionately pulling you into a kiss

".....if I get more rewards like this then I probably should start helping you do your hair more often"

Sora giggled and kisses your cheek

"And I'd be more than happy to give you those rewards anytime you do"

Teruko tawaki (drdt)

"Dammit! Where is it?"

"Hey teru why are you-"

You walked in teruko's dorm and you saw it was......messy at best, a lot of the stuff was dumped on the floor and all of the drawers were completely open with most of the stuff inside scattered carelessly

But perhaps the most surprising thing you saw there was teruko.....more specifically the fact that she had her hair down something you rarely saw

"......oh"

"Y-y/n!?"

"Why were you screaming?"

"You could hear me?"

"Yeah......you left the door open"

"........seriously?"

You walked closer to her as she stopped crouching and looked at you

"Yes....so I assume you were looking for something?"

"Yeah my hair tie, I can't find it anywhere"

"So that's why you let your hand down"

Teruko nodded and sighed before resuming her search on the floor. She looked over the same spots again before turning around and being surprised by finding you crawling on the floor too

"....y/n what are you doing?"

"Helping you look for your hair tie"

Teruko blinked in surprise before smiling slightly

"Thank you"

Eventually you did find her hair tie, in a place teruko swore to have checked at least three times but she just chalked it up to her luck

"Thanks a lot y/n"

"It's nothing"

"So.....can you give me the hair tie?"

"Why don't I help you tie your hair?"

"Hm?"

"You struggled finding the hair tie so why don't I help you in this?"

Teruko blushed but nodded at your suggestion

"O-ok"

You smiled and started to do just that with her brown hair, but before finishing you looked closer at the end of the ponytail you had just made and noticed the grayish white lower part of her hair

"Oh yeah I forgot this part of your hair was white, did you dye it?"

"........n-no it's natural"

"Really?"

".......yeah"

You noticed her voice was weirdly shakey when talking about that, or maybe it was simply because of the closeness so you decided to not pursue the matter anymore

"OK it is done"

Teruko moved to look at herself in the mirror and then at you

"Thanks again"

"Don't mention it, and also here"

"Hm?"

You handed her another hair tie very similar to the one she now had

"......why?"

"Just in case you lose another one, come to me and I'll get you more if you want"

She blushed again at how nice you were

"N-no I'll just be more careful"

"....ok, if you say so and if you need more help with your hair call me"

".......thank you so much"

Akira hayasaka (drhd)

"This doesn't work either!"

Akira grunted again before completely untying her hair to your surprise

"Huh.....Kira...what are you doing?"

"Trying to find a good hairstyle for my next Instagram post"

"....is it....that important? Can't you just use the one you normally have?"

"I felt like doing something different, and also, if I post every picture with the same haircut my followers are gonna get bored"

"I...really don't think they care this much"

"Hey I'm the influencer here and i know they will"

".....sure, so what did you think about doing?"

"That's the issue, I tried twintails, but they it looks so bad on me. You have no idea, and then....I'm too lazy to try anything more complicated than that"

".....oh"

Akira sighed before turning back to the mirror and holding her hair in different styles trying to see what worked

"Then...why don't you just keep it like that?"

"Hm?"

"Keep your hair down, it looks good"

".....you think so? Doesn't it look unkempt?"

"No it's great, it's pretty long but that's part of the charm"

".......huh"

The ultimate assassin/social media sensation let go of her hair letting it fall down, looked back in the mirror and smiled

"....you know what? You might have a point"

She grabbed her phone and tried out a few poses before snapping a picture of herself and especially her long purple hair, she then posted it on her account and smiled

"It doesn't look too bad, thanks"

"Don't mention it, you look beautiful with any hairstyle in my opinion and I just know your followers will agree"

"Eh, well then I assume you don't mind helping me do my hair back up again"

"Not at all"

You got up and tied her hair back into the familiar ponytail, but before you could tell her you were finished, she turned around side, hugged you, and took a selfie of the two of you

"Huh....why?"

"Cause then I can tell everyone you did my hair"

"You didn't have to include me in the photo"

"Come on you know I like showing you off"

"....that's true"

"Oh comments are already coming in, and they're all saying I look good with both hairstyles so I guess you were right"

"Of course, I know you better than anyone after all"

Akira smiled and kissed your cheek

"That you do y/n"

Sara chidouin (yttd)

"Hey sara!"

You shouted immediately as soon as you saw sara exit the school, when she saw you walking up to her she beamed and immediately hugged you

"Y/n! You waited for me?"

"Of course, we have a date after all"

"Thanks, now I'm even more hyped to go"

You held each other's hands and started walking while making conversation, until you looked at Sara's head and noticed that her hair wasn't in the usual ponytail but just let completely down

"Did you untie your hair during kendo?"

Sara looked at you confused for a bit before she touched the back of her head feeling her hair

"Oh yeah I did, I like it better this way when I train....guess I forgot to tie it back up...do you mind waiting a second?"

She grabbed a hair tie from her bag and sat on a nearby bench. You followed her as she reached behind her head to tie her long hair, but you stopped her by gently grabbing her hands

"Let me help"

Sara blushed but nodded, letting you grab the hair tie while she guided her hands to her lap. You grabbed her hair with one hand and formed the ponytail while slipping the hair tie in

"This part of you hair is so pretty"

"Huh?"

"This horizontal line here, it kinda looks like those Roman crowns made out of leaves"

"Huh....I guess kinda"

"That makes sense since you're a warrior and all"

Sara giggled and looked up at you

"Still with that samurai thing?"

"That is your title isn't it?"

"I guess, well I was the best during training today so....."

"I knew it, that's my warrior girlfriend, with beautiful hair too"

You let go of her hair as soon as you were finished. Sara touched the ponytail and smiled at you

"Thanks y/n"

"It's the least I could do"

She got up and gave you another hug while kissing your cheek and grabbing your hand

"Now let's go eat something, it's on me since you helped me with the hair"

"Hehe, now doing your hair gets me a free meal"

"No being an amazing partner does, plus many more benefits"

You kissed her cheek back and held her hand tighter

"Than I'll be continue being the best partner I could possibly be for you"

[literallyranger]

Day 1

CLAIRE’S POV:

“What are you doing…?” I thought to myself as I hiked up towards the lookout tower. “A two day hike…for what? A job you don't even want?” I thought. “I mean…who the fuck even wants to be a firewatcher?” My thoughts grew more pessimistic as I walked.

Soon enough, I approached the tower. It looked…okay? It was definitely old, but sturdy. I slowly walked up the stairs to the tower and walked into the cabin part. It was also okay. Not good, not bad, but okay.

I quickly pressed the flashing power button and the lights came on. Before I could sit down and relax, someone's voice rang out into the cabin. “Hello, Two Forks tower!” I turned around and saw a radio on the desk. I walked over to the desk and picked up the radio, looking at it for a second.

“Hello, Two Forks Tower. This is Thorofare tower. Come in.” The voice sounded slightly more…Agitated? Concerned? I couldn't tell as I pressed the side button and spoke into the radio. “Uh- Hello? Whoever you are.”

The voice quickly responded. “You're Claire, right? Claire Greene?” I tried to keep my responses short, trying to end this conversation as quickly as I could. “Yup…” I almost mumbled “I’m Ranger.” “Ranger? Who on earth is named Ranger?” I thought about the dumb name that Ranger had told me. “Ranger? Your name is Ranger?” I said sarcastically. “Well, no. Not really. I used to be a forest ranger. It became a nickname after I switched to being a firewatch and it stuck. You already know what my name is, but you can call me whatever you want.” Ranger explained. “Okay, Ranger.”

There was a short pause as I looked around the barin cabin. “So what’s wrong with you?” Ranger asked. I felt slightly offended at the question. “Excuse me?” I questioned them. “People always take this job to get away from something. So what's wrong?” Ranger pushed to know the answer to why I took this job.

“What's wrong with you?” I shot back. “That's a great idea. Go ahead.” Ranger replied sarcastically. “Look, I just hiked for two days straight, so I'm not really getting whatever you're trying to do.” I sighed out. “You take a stab at what's wrong with me and I'll do the same.” Ranger spoke. “Fine, then can I sleep…?” I grumbled. “Sure, wolfie. Now go on, guess.” My face scrunched in annoyance at the nickname.

“Okay, you're probably out here because no one back home can stand you. Which after this short introduction would not be surprising.” I said. “Ouch, I'll chalk that comment up to being tired and grumpy.” Ranger responded. “Well, then I'm sure some sleep would do me wonders.” I tried to end the conversation there, but Ranger spoke up again. “Hold your horses. It's my turn now.” “Okay, goodnight. Bye.” I put my radio in the charger before setting my bag on the floor and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Let's see…” Ranger kept talking. “I really don't know anything about you, but I do know that nine times out of ten, folks that come out here simply got dumped. Was I close?” There was a long pause as Ranger waited for a response but I didn't give them one. “Ah, giving me the silent treatment, huh? That's fine I won't push. For now.” The room fell silent. Nothing but my own breathing and the sounds of the outside. “What am I doing?”

RANGER’S POV:

“Another summer, another person. Let's hope she’s more interesting than the last one.” I thought as I sat at my desk, bottle in hand. I was only a little tipsy, for now. I kept my eyes on Two Forks Tower. Waiting to see the lights come on so I can radio in and check on…Claire?…was that her name? I couldn't remember.

I kept a careful eye on the tower and eventually the lights came on. I reached for the radio on the side of my desk, pressing the button on the side before speaking. “Hello, Two Forks Tower!” I waited for a response before speaking again. “Hello, Two Forks Tower. This is Thorofare Tower, come in.” I spoke more curtly this time.

Finally, a voice other than my own rang out into the room. “Uh- Hello? Whoever you are.” The voice was…nice. She sounded absolutely exhausted, but she had a good voice to listen to. “You're Claire, right? Claire Greene?” I asked. “Yup…” Was all Claire said. “Wow, so poetic.” I thought to myself.

“I'm Ranger.” There was a short pause before Claire spoke up. “Ranger? Your name is Ranger?” She said sarcastically. “Well, no. Not really. I used to be a forest ranger. It became a nickname after I switched to be a firewatch and it stuck. You already know what my name is, but you can call me whatever you want.” I explained to her. “Okay, Ranger.” Claire responded, putting emphasis on my nickname.

There was another pause before I spoke up again. “So what's wrong with you?” I asked her the same question I asked everyone before her. “Excuse me?” She sounded offended as she answered. Most people did. “People always take this job to get away from something. So what's wrong?” I asked again wanting to know the backstory to why this random woman with no experience in this field wanted this job.

“What’s wrong with you?” I should've expected that response. “That's a great idea! Go ahead.” I responded. “Look, I just hiked for two days straight, so I’m not really getting whatever you're trying to do.” She sighed. Clearly exhausted from the long treacherous hike she had to do. “You take a stab at what's wrong with me and I'll do the same.” I said to her, trying to get her to loosen up a little. “Fine,” She agreed. “Then can I sleep…?” She grumbled clearly annoyed at the small talk. “Sure wolfie. Now go on, guess.”

“Okay, you're probably out here because no one back home can stand you. Which after this short introduction would not be surprising.” “Jeez, that hit a little close to home.” I thought. “Ouch, I'll chalk that comment up to you being tired and grumpy.” I replied. She wasn't wrong though. “Well, then I'm sure some sleep would do me wonders.” It was really just one sarcastic comment after another with her. “Hold your horses. It's my turn now.”

“Let's see…” I wondered before stating the obvious. “I really don't know anything about you,” I continued. “But I do know that nine times out of ten, folks that come out here simply got dumped. Was I close?” I asked and waited for a response that didn't come. “Ah, giving me the silent treatment, huh? That's fine I won't push. For now.”

I let my finger off the button and put the radio back on the charger. Looking back out the window in front of me at Claire’s tower. The lights stayed on for a couple minutes before going. I was left in the calm quiet dark as I took another swig from the bottle of God knows what that was still in my hand.

“I'll get her to loosen up.” I thought. “I have too, or else it's gonna be a really boring three months.”

[kyouka-supremacy]

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[silusvesuius]

g*lmar rly has to be the best skajrim character on the real like even if you don't like him he just is . literally The best one i think......... on dat note i also imagine that he and ulfr*c despite being fairydust BFFs for lyfe genuinely have the worst communication skills ever seen

[transannabeth]

i have at least one other post queued with the tag 'save me persona 2' which is really funny to say about a game that regularly makes me feel nauseous when i think about it too much

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Okay. Sharing my stupid silly thoughts thst I talked about last night because i finally got the energy to doodle them and I've been giggling over the idea again. Just. Be warned. It's really stupid. And half the reason that it is humoring me so badly is because it is such an absurd idea. I don't even. Care if it's accurate at this point it's just. Fung.ny. c.cringe is dead I can embarass myself on my own blog forgive me everyone but also I think you maybe know what to anticipate . You've been here long enoug.gh.

"Absurdly big bed." Has been a thought that's just been cracking me up really badly as of late and I don't knownwhy. Maybe because it is such an un-necessity. No one need a bed THAT big. No one needs a bed that is bigger than my room.where you have to crawl like fifty feet just to be at the centre of it. I just.

But like. Bigger.

But also the thought that ended up proceeding this was "what if Absurdly big bed but also blanket hog. Like can you imagine having it all to yourself but also like.

You don't. YOU DONT NEED TO DO THAT IT'S NOT GOING ANYWHERE!!!!!! It's all yours you're fine. But also a more dramatic depiction than this. Blanket is kept to just the center 1/3 of the bed the rest is just empty. Small blanket mound in the center.

And on top of everything. One of the things in general has just been like. Okay sure, specifically placed pillows to lie on because lying down and not smooshing the brim of the hat(??) Is probably tricky but also also kind of limited to not laying on your side because of your stupid mustache because what if you judt wake up all wkdfuuw8fu2ud8gjefhufhwvt

But I guess that's also why there is. Comb. For said mustache.

Hitting him with Mallet but it is rubber and squeaky and soft and the hammer falls off of the stick in tbe middle of the up-swing. Okay I'm done stalling I'm hit post button. I can blame my incoherencey and wackiness on the time of the hour and when I wake up tomorrow pretend like I didn't post this.

[novaimperia]

★ asking roommate!sukuna if he’ll pretend to be your boyfriend

“what? no?”

at the moment, you’re both at a frat party you didn’t know the other would be at. if you knew sukuna would be here you still would have gone but, judging by the look of complete and utter irritation on his face, he probably wouldn’t say the same. actually, it was pretty funny to walk into the party, make eye contact with him and watch that ‘you’ve got to be fucking with me’ look manifest in his body language. 

what isn’t as funny is the weird guy in your lecture who can’t take a hint and keeps touching you. he’s here now and the shudders running up and down your body tells you very clearly he’s aware of your presence and has plans to do something about it. 

“sukuna, please. i’ll owe you one.”

sitting on a packed sofa, legs spread, he scowls up at you, piercings glinting with the movement. “i don’t need you to owe me one.”

“sukuna, come on. you’re a scary motherfucker, just be touchy with me for a second and intimidate him.”

he takes a swig of his beer. “put your big girl panties on and tell him to fuck off.”

okay, so clearly he’s not going to change his mind anytime soon. groaning, you stomp away from him and to your friends. you walk over to the kitchen, intent to enjoy this party to the fullest. shots go down in flashes, music blares and deafen, you sway and grind and laugh. nothing will take away this burst of youth where recklessness meets lack of conceivable consequences. 

that’s what you think, anyway, until sweaty hands start rubbing your shoulders. you stiffen. 

“aw, you didn’t need to wear something so slutty for me. you’ve already got my attention.”

you can’t see your friends anymore – there are too many people, too tightly packed together, the lights are too dim and the music too loud to do something about the body pressed up behind you. hairs on your arm standing on end, you fight the disgust recoiling deep in your bones and firmly say, “i’m sorry, i’m really not interested. please leave me alone.”

“don’t be like that, baby. i see the way you look at me.” gripping your hips, he tugs you hard back into him when you try to shuffle away. his clutch is punishing and his nails dig into your skin. you hiss. “let’s go back to my place and i’ll show you a good time.”

pulling you away with him, your friends disappear in the crowd. you’re powerless against his strength. he’s too eager, too clumsy, too drunk to even have any semblance of sense. guys like him are dangerous. guys like him get what they want. guys like him don’t stop at ‘no.’ “let me go! let me fucking go!”

“don’t be a bitc–”

“you hard of hearing or something?” sukuna yanks the guys away by his collar, snatching him up like a puppy. “get the fuck outta here before i beat your ass.”

the guy scoffs, forcing a bravado on. "who the h-hell are you? this is none of your business; she's my girl."

sukuna takes a step forward. a cruel sneer twists his face into something dark, something sinister, practically malevolent. "yeah? explain to me how she finds her way into my bed then."

people are whispering; they've noticed the scene playing out. some are already getting their phones out to record, hoping for a fight. others are taking a step back. they whisper your roommate's name like it's a curse. it reaches your creepy classmate even through his drunken stupor. 

"s-shit." he raises his hands in surrender. "listen man, i didn't know she's with you. i swear. i'll go, alright? just forget about it."

personally unsure why he switched up so quickly when he was doing a fine enough job pretending sukuna's height itself wasn't pissy pants-inducing, you don't dare say a word that might bring his attention back to you. instead, you huddle a little closer to your roommate, who doesn't shake you off when you pinch his shirt for comfort. just like that, the guy that's been bothering you for weeks fades in the background, never to be seen again. hopefully. 

you sigh. “thanks, sukuna.”

he grunts. he’s about to leave, to go back to minding his own business and pretending he doesn’t know you, but then, as if he can’t really help it and he hates himself for it, he eyes you up and down. in that moment, whatever he sees, whatever assessment he makes of your appearance, contrasted with the scene you two find yourself in, urges him to say something that almost sounds painful, so unnatural, so alien to him it brings a shit-eating grin to your face. 

“i’m bored with this place. let’s go…” he winces, rolling his shoulder back. “let’s go home.”

[queenerdloser]

not me buying tickets to see my local theater's production of a midsummer night's dream for the third time lmaoooo

[raksh-writes]

I have Finally finished the first chapter of my Master's thesis! 🥳🥳 Im like at least half a year late and have around 2-2,5 weeks to write the whole ass next chapter so Im COOKED still but oh well :') Im gonna take the rest of the day off to let myself marinate in this small win and then from sunday on it's gonna be a grind of reading material and trying to write at least the first version of the next chapter so hopefully my (truly wonderful :')))) supervisor (who sprung the '2 chapters minimum to pass' ultimatum on us Last Night) hopefully lets me pass and then I can work on all the bells and whistles of making it a proper chapter 🙈 But yeah, first a break for the mental health and hopefully teaching my brain its fun and nice and totally worth it reaching a goal 👌

[wileycap]

Selected Correspondence of Fire Lord Zuko

As preserved by the Royal Archives

1.

My good hotman Zuko,

It's Aang! Sokka let me borrow Hawky. Please feed him before sending him back.

I'm writing to ask if it's okay for me to drop by. Except I'll probably be there by the time you get this, because Appa flies faster than Hawky. Still, it's polite to ask!

Write back (or don't.)

Hot regards

Your friend Aang

-

Revered Avatar Aang

Hawky arrived two hours after you left. Never send me "hot regards" again. Like I keep telling you, language has changed in the past 100 years. It doesn't mean what you think. Future historians will think we were having an affair.

It's always okay to drop by. Hawky has been fed.

May your inner fire warm you (write that down somewhere)

Fire Lord Zuko

2.

Hi

need 3 fire benders (zappy) + few construction workers + a lot of copper

Delivr to harbor

sokka

-

Honorable tribesman Sokka of the Southern Water Tribe, son of Chief Hakoda, Hero of the 100 Year War

No.

May your inner fire warm you

Fire Lord Zuko

-

Dear Jerk Lord of the Jerk Nation, Master Jerkbender and All-Around Jerk

quit being stingy and send me what i need. seriously. the fate of your nation is at stake. LOOK:

[drawing of two pickles, a stick figure and waves]

Hot regards

Sokka

-

Sokka

Your drawing makes no sense. I'm writing a law which bans you from owning a messenger hawk.

I found you three volunteer firebenders who can lightningbend. They'll be there in a week with four carts of copper. If you need construction workers, beg Toph, don't bother me.

Feed Hawky better. He's malnourished, he keeps begging me for more food.

And don't do that.

Fire Lord Zuko

3.

Dear Honorless Usurper

My, how the time flies. It seems as if it was only yesterday that I was supposed to be crowned Fire Lord, and here we are, celebrating the first full year of your doomed reign. I salute you.

Know this: you won't know peace for long. I have entered into an alliance with Admiral Noboru. He is a true patriot and has kindly offered me three ships and 2000 men to retake the throne. He has also generously offered to serve as my consort, "despite my mental deficiency."

I am writing as a courtesy, as it is obvious that the throne will soon be mine. I might even let you live.

May Agni's light shine on you*

Azula

Fire Lord-in-exile

[* common benediction for the dead during Fire Lord Zuko's reign]

-

Dear Sister

Thank you for writing. I spoke with Noboru. I told him that I was allowing an Agni Kai and that you were on your way.

Noboru has fled the country. He gifted you his whole estate, see the enclosed list. He said to tell you he's sorry and not to come after him.

Please come visit any time. I hope your healing is going well.

May your inner fire warm you

Your brother Zuko

[enclosed: A list of assets including a home in the 5th Province, a vacation home on Ember Island, 20 acres of farmland, a substantial amount of gold and silver and assorted property]

4.

Zuko

this is the worst copper i've ever seen??? i want a refund. you're the worst copper merchant ever.

sokka

-

Sokka

You didn't even pay for the copper. I'm not giving you a refund. And I'm not a copper merchant. I didn't even buy it, somebody else did. What's wrong with it?

I can send you more if you need?

Fire Lord Zuko

-

Sokka

I sent you two more carts of copper. This is the best copper we have, so if it's not good enough, you can get your own and stop mooching off of me.

Fire Lord Zuko

5.

[on a thin sheet of metal]

Sparky! Earth Rumble 8 is two weeks from now. I'm coming to pick you up in the morning two days before.

Check it out: I can write now. Katara helped me with the characters but I've got it now. Hawky isn't strong enough to carry these, but Katara's dad is letting me borrow Seabreeze.

It's TOPH.

-

Dear Lady Beifong

You can't just come pick me up! I'm the Fire Lord. Two weeks isn't enough time for me to arrange days off.

I'd like to come watch you knock some heads, but I can't. Sorry.

Feed Seabreeze. Seriously. What's wrong with you people? Every bird you send me is starving.

May your inner fire warm you

Fire Lord Zuko

-

[on a thin sheet of metal]

Sparky. Thanks for sending me a sheet of paper but my privy is stocked. I can guess what it says though: "I can't go I'm so busy and I'm too much of a wimp to clear my schedule"

I'm coming to pick you up. Tell your guards they can either get out of my way or get CRUSHED. It's gonna be fun.

It's TOPH.

-

A painting of Fire Lord Zuko, Lady Beifong, Master Katara, Avatar Aang, Suki of Kyoshi Island and Sokka of the Southern Water Tribe. Lady Beifong is sitting on the Fire Lord's shoulders, holding up a decorative belt and smiling widely.