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sinnaminsuga · 15 days ago

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𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 - changbin x reader

wc: 4,400

cw: mostly fluff but then it gets NSFW. SMUT MDNI.

synopsis: changbin is your favorite barista who makes an effort to make every mundane morning coffee order a little more intriguing.

a/n: i wanted something soft and sweet and playful with binnie but if you know me i can't control my need to be a degenerate!

as always thank you to @httpdwaekki for helping me map this out (PLS BE PROUD OF ME FOR FINDING MY OWN PICS) and i'm including a tag for @thefantasyden because she is changbin's wife after all.

sw: dirty talk, talk of somnophilia, cockwarming, unprotected sex (pls be smarter than that), oral sex (m and f receiving), deepthroating, idk probably more but im bad at this shit.

Stopping at the little cafe down the street from your apartment on your way to work had become somewhat of a ritual for you. You looked forward to the coffee sure, but also the man making it for you. The barista who worked the morning shift, Changbin, was not only handsome but incredibly kind and sweet. In the weeks you’d been frequenting the little spot, you had developed a fun rapport with each other that you really looked forward to each day. It started off as simple hellos and exchanging of names but had developed into him no longer writing your name on your cup and instead opting for funny jokes, questions, or trivia facts. The trick though was that he always wrote the answers on the bottom of your cup so you couldnt find out the answer until you were done with your drink that day. Not only did it make the little game suspenseful but it also kept your mind coming back around to thoughts of the handsome man who started it.

Today was no different, you walked into the shop, saw Changbin behind the counter, caught his eye, drank in his gorgeous smile at your arrival, and approached the counter to order.

“Well well well, if it isn't my favorite customer!” he greeted you, leaning forward onto the counter. You couldn't help but glance down at his arms, they were so distracting sometimes with all that muscle on display. Quickly you averted your gaze to the menu board but unbeknownst to you, Changbin caught your appraisal of his body. He grinned secretly to himself before speaking.

“I don't know why you're looking at my board like you're going to order anything different than your usual.” he joked.

You put on a fake pout and turned to him. “I hate that you’re right. Whatever, coffee jockey. Just get me my drink!” you teased, poking out your tongue at him. His head dropped and his shoulders shook with the laugh that bubbled out of him. He wagged a finger at you and turned to make your drink.

You would never say it out loud but when Changbin turned around to make your daily beverage, it was one of the best parts of the interaction. It gave you nothing but time to feast your eyes upon the expanse of his wide back, the subtle tapering of his waist to his hips, and of course the curve of his ass. Hey, he is the one who put the tight pants on okay, he was practically begging you to look! Or at least that's what you told yourself. You were so lost in thought about what might be hiding under his signature form fitting black t shirt that you almost got caught gawking.

Changbin turned back to you, classic to-go cup in hand and you noticed his familiar handwriting on the side of the cup. His grin had you speculating what today’s joke or question might be. You took the cup from his hand and spun it to start reading it.

“ ‘What's the best thing you can do with 10 single digit numbers?’ ugh not fair, I hate math, I’ll never figure this one out!” you whined and stomped your foot. This prompted him to laugh again, carding one hand through his dark wavy hair while the other pushed his glasses back up the delicate bridge of his nose.

“There's nothing to figure out, I always give you the answer! Just think of me as your own personal snapple cap.” he retorted, eyes glimmering.

You huffed playfully and took a sip of your coffee before narrowing your eyes at him. “Alright well one day, I’m gonna know the answer all on my own and impress you. Just you wait!”

“You already impress me…” Changbin murmured just low enough you could barely hear it, but you did. For his sake though, you just pretended not to. “Anyway, this one is on the house, I’m feeling generous today. See you tomorrow?” he asked, his tone hopeful.

“Same time as always Bin,” you said as you turned to leave, “but be ready for me to have a witty response to today's question though!” you called over your shoulder with a smile.

***

All morning you pondered what the hell the answer to this number question would be. You cursed yourself for not asking for an iced drink instead so you could just chug it and look at the bottom of the cup.

After a while of typing, you reached out for your coffee and took the last sip cheering internally because now you could finally find out the answer!

When you lifted the cup and your eyes fell on Changin’s neat and tidy handwriting, your mouth dropped open. Surely this was a dream, right? You couldn't take your eyes off the numbers, his phone number, and the words “Call me!” in his personal script.

Almost mindlessly you picked up your phone and tapped out the numbers, your thumb hitting the call icon. After just two rings Changbin’s voice traveled into your ear.

“Hello?” he asked casually.

“Hi, Bin? This is you, right? You questioned, almost expecting it to be a prank.

“Ah, I see you've finished your drink! This might have been my best idea yet.” he chuckled. “Takes you a while to drink your coffee huh? I assumed you’d be quicker to finish, what with all the energy you have.” He flirted, and you had to cover your mouth to muffle the gasp at his innuendo. It didn't work though and he just ended up laughing louder.

“I’ll have you know mister Seo Changbin, there's a lot of things i'm quick at…and finishing is not one of them.” you quipped, this time you were the one hearing the gasp from the other end of the call. You couldn't help the grin on your face, talking to him just felt so easy and the flirting was so fluid and felt so good. It had been a long time since you felt this good talking to a man.

“So as much as I love our little coffee cup game, I'd like to buy you a different kind of drink. And dinner to go with it if you’ll let me.” Changbin said, a quiet apprehension coloring his voice like he was worried you might reject him.

“That sounds wonderful Bin, I'd love that. When?” you asked, already trying to plan what to wear.

“Tonight? Or is that too soon? Shit, I sound too eager don't i? Oh whatever fuck it, i am eager. I've been wanting to ask you out for forever!” he hurried out, his voice laced with humor and excitement. You took a few minutes to exchange information regarding the date and decided he would pick you up at seven. You said your goodbyes and hung up before tracking down your supervisor to tell her you weren't feeling well and leaving early to start the weekend. She didn't need to know you were really going home early to prepare for your date, that was your business alone!

***

Seven o’clock came quicker than you expected but luckily you were just slipping on some shoes when the doorbell rang. You took a deep breath to calm yourself before swinging open the door. Changbin looked gorgeous. You'd never seen him out of his apron before so it was a feast for your eyes. He went monochromatic in his look for the evening with black pants and a black button up shirt and it was enough to almost make you whine. He looked so damn good you couldn't stop yourself from making a joke to distract from your glaringly obvious staring. “Wow, I can't remember the last time I went on a date with a man who actually tucked his shirt in.” you quipped, making him laugh. “I'm concerned about where you're finding these men, tucking in your shirt is maybe the most work a man has to do in the getting ready for a date process.” he said, leaning against the doorframe grinning. “Now let's get this date started.” Changbin said, offering his hand to you and leading you to his car.

***

“You can't just drop insane lore on me like that and not explain! Start talking!” you hissed from across the table. “There's not much to tell! I was young with no work experience and I needed a job!” Changbin said, throwing his head back laughing.

“You can’t seriously tell me you believed it was a paid position on a dance team, he was so clearly pedaling a “Magic Mike” situation Bin!” you were wheezing at this point.

You had been talking about anything and everything for what seemed like hours and you had asked him how he got his current job. The story being that he used to go to the coffee shop every night before they closed to get his caffeine buzz for his job at a club downtown. He was a bouncer but the original interview hadn’t been for that. A man had scouted him on the street one day and asked him to come audition to be a member of a “dance team he was putting together”, and Changbin had been so sweet and naive that he believed him and went.

“Well I definitely knew what kind of “dance team” it was after he told me to take my pants off!” Changbin whined, covering his face with his hands as you cackled.

“Anyway, I told him I couldn't do that but I would work the door as long as he never asked me to strip again. Then I decided one day that the night shift wasn't for me and I just applied for the barista job and worked my way up.” he said, rightfully proud of himself and his accomplishments.

The waiter stopped by and delivered the coffee you ordered after dessert and scurried away again. You lifted the cup and took a sip, not enjoying it even a little. Your face must have shown it because Changbin huffed a quiet laugh before saying “The coffee sucks huh?”

With a shy smile you replied, “I’ve definitely had better.” A light blush tinged his face, knowing you were talking about the drinks he made for you every day. He reached across the table to take the cup from your hands and when his fingers brushed yours you swore there were sparks. He lifted the cup to his lips and took a sip. “Oh babe, it's not just bad. Its fucking burnt!” he said, scowling at the mug like it had insulted him.

“Let's get out of here. I’ll make you a better one.” He said, tossing some money onto the table for your dinner bill and offering you a hand to lead you to his car once again.

***

When you pulled up in front of the coffee shop you were confused. When Changbin offered to make you a drink, you assumed it was a flirty line and a way to get you into his apartment. But apparently he was serious when it came to the coffee.

You stood behind him as he unlocked the door and then he ushered you in.

“Bin are we supposed to be in here?! It's after hours! Won’t you get in trouble?” You whispered, trailing behind him as he flicked on a few lights and went behind the counter. When he turned to look at you his eyes were twinkling like he was in on a secret you had no idea about.

“Sweetheart, I own this place. And my apartment is upstairs, I can do whatever I want!” he said, shooting you a proud smile as he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows.

Your jaw dropped at his confession. You quickly schooled your expression and leaned on the counter. “So allllllll those times I playfully threatened to tell your manager you were messing with me, you were the manager the whole time?!” you screeched at his back while he prepared your coffee.

“Well...yeah i guess so!” He chuckled as he poured some espresso into a small cup. He finished making your beverage and turned to hand it to you. He looked so good with his sleeves rolled up, his hair a bit messy, and his glasses sitting just right, you couldn't help but stare at him for a moment. When he blushed again, you shook yourself out of your trance and took the cup, bringing it to your lips to take a long sip. Your eyes closed and you hummed a sound of satisfaction at the drink, he always made it just right. When you opened your eyes again that's when you noticed the writing on the cup. Looking at the side of it, you noticed he was continuing your usual game so you began to read it aloud.

“You can use me to say hello, and to say goodbye. I’m not as good when I’m too dry. I can be quick or I can be slow. What am I?” you spoke, curiosity coloring your tone. At the same time you were reading the riddle, Changbin was rounding the counter to stand in front of you. He reached out and took the cup from you, tipping it back and downing the rest of the liquid before handing it back to you. Your heart pounded as you tipped it back and read the two simple words on the bottom of the cup out loud.

“A kiss.” you breathed out. And then it happened. Changbin’s hands fell on your waist and pulled you toward him, your lips meeting gently. His mouth moved against yours as his fingers gripped your hips. Your pulse was racing and the only thing you could think of in this moment was how badly you wanted him. It had been months of playing around this attraction and it was all coming to a head. It seemed like Changbin felt it too because it was as if he couldn't get your body close enough to his even though you were pressed together. He was grabbing at any bit of you he could get his hands on and sweeping his tongue into your mouth as you gasped. It was the hottest kiss you’d ever had and your brain just chanted “more, more, more”.

He hiked your leg up over his hip and his thigh rubbed at you just where you wanted it to. You threw your head back as you panted for air but Changbin never slowed. His lips fell to your now exposed neck and shoulder where he alternated between kissing and sucking at your skin. You squeezed his biceps as his teeth grazed your pulse point. Then a thought pierced through the lust addled fog and you realized where you were, the coffee shop. In full view of the big glass windows facing the street.

“Bin…Bin hold on! People will see us!” You squeaked, horrified at the notion that any random person walking by might see you being taken apart by this man.

“Don’t care. Want em to see. Mine.” He panted against the skin above your breasts, rocking you against his thigh. The motion sent you reeling for a moment, the delicious friction against your center almost too good.

“Bin, take me upstairs. Please?” you whimpered against his mouth after pulling his face to yours.

“Yeah. Yeah youre right. Okay c’mon.” He mumbled, realizing maybe the idea of being seen wasn't the best idea for business reasons. He took your hand and pulled you to the back of the shop and lead you up the stairs. When you crossed the threshold of his apartment you didn't have much time to take it in but from what you saw it was very cute with some unique furniture pieces and light fixtures. Changbin weaved you through his apartment to his bedroom where as soon as you were in it, he had you against the wall with his lips attacking any sliver of skin he could get to. Your chest was heaving as he made quick work of your clothes and stripped you down to your bra and panties. He stepped back with a hand over his mouth, his breathing heavy as well. You felt very exposed as his eyes raked over you so you tried to make a joke.

“I’m almost naked and you're still fully clothed. Doesn't seem very fair, Binnie.”

“Fuck, say that again.” He groaned as he rushed back to you.

“Binnie?” You questioned.

“God, I love the way that sounds comin’ out of your mouth.” He pulled you to the bed and laid you down before reaching down to remove your panties. He gently pushed your legs apart and a low rumble resonated from him. “So fucking pretty. God damn, even prettier than I dreamt.” He groaned.

“Been dreaming about me huh? Why don't you have a taste and find out if I live up to your expectations?” you flirted as you brought your hands up to remove your bra.

And he didn't need to hear anything else. He dropped to his knees and drove right in. Immediately his lips latched onto your clit and he sucked, hard. Your back bowed up off the bed and a scream tore out of you at the unexpected intensity. Two of his fingers began rubbing at the wetness seeping out of you, and then he slowly pushed them inside. It felt like he was everywhere all at once and you were on complete overload. He continued lapping and sucking at you as his finger pumped lazily in and out of you, scissoring every few thrusts like he was trying to stretch you out. When your moans increased in volume and your hands fisted the sheets, Changbin curled his fingers and pressed against the spongy patch inside you. He rubbed over the spot repeatedly and gently bit down on your clit making you wail as you fell apart.

He removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth to suck them clean. The shine on the lower half of his face was all you and it brought you a sick kind of joy seeing yourself all over this beautiful man.

Changbin quickly removed his clothes until he was standing in front of you only in his boxers. You slid off the bed and onto your knees in front of him. When you looked up at him he was already staring down at you and it made you feel so good, knowing he enjoyed seeing you like this. You reached up and slowly drew his boxer briefs down, his cock springing free and slapping at his stomach.

“Jesus fuck.” You breathed, in awe of his size and the pretty leaking tip.

“What? Is everything okay? We can stop!” he hurried out and nervously pushed his glasses back up his nose as they had started to slide down from the angle he was looking at you from.

“No! No we are not stopping, fuck no. It’s just…you've got the biggest dick I’ve ever personally seen. Took me by surprise for a second is all, even though it shouldn't have. I should have known from how you carry yourself. Major BDE.” you explained and he started to laugh.

You leaned forward and in one go, took as much of him into your mouth and throat as you could, punching a sound out of him you'd never heard before but were determined to get him to make it again.

“Fucking hell baby, that was a lot. God damn it, your mouth is so hot.” he moaned out as his hips started to move. His hand weaved into your hair to hold your head still as he shallowly thrusted into your eagerly awaiting throat. Your eyes almost rolled back as you savored the taste and weight of him on your tongue.

All too early it seemed, he withdrew from your mouth. He started to chuckle but you didn't know why until he spoke. “You're pouting sweetheart. I took my dick out of your mouth and you look disappointed. I might be the luckiest man alive.”

“I like it. Helps me turn my brain off. And you taste good.” you mumbled. His hand came down to caress your cheek. “God, youre an angel huh? Sent just for me. C’mon, up.” he said as he helped you stand.

Changbin got on the bed first before motioning you to climb on top of him. “Wan’ you on top first. Easier for you to control how much of me goes in at once. Will you ride me baby?” he asked.

“First?” you questioned, still standing beside the bed. He looked at you confused.

“You said you want me on top first. You gonna be movin’ me around a lot?” you asked with a grin.

“Baby, i’m going to have you in so many ways tonight. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” He said as you threw a leg over his lap.

You reached forward to take his glasses off for him but he stopped you. “No. I wanna see you, perfectly. Now go on, put me inside pretty girl.” And who were you to argue?

You reached beneath you to grab hold of him and line him up with your entrance. As you slowly sank down on him you watched his face. He stared at the spot where your bodies were now joined for as long as he could bear before you were fully seated on him and his head shot back. His hands wrapped around your thighs were squeezing you so tight you wouldn't be surprised to see bruises in the morning. You planted your hands on his pecs and thats when you saw it, the tears spilling out of his eyes that were slammed shut.

“Bin? You okay baby?” You cooed.

“Uh-huh. Jus’ feels s’good. Been waiting for this, for you, for months. God, feels so good it almost hurts sweetheart.” he whimpered on a shaky breath.

“It’s okay, M’gonna make it all better okay? Promise.” you said, leaning down to kiss him as you started to rock your hips. Gradually you picked up speed and were riding him in earnest, desperate to get him as deep as possible.

“Ughhh Binnie, feels so good. So big too, stretches me out so perfect.” you moaned.

“Yeah? You feel me so deep huh? Fuck youre so warm inside. Feel like im gonna bust like a fucking teenager.” Changbin groaned as you fucked him hard and fast, riding him like you had something to prove. You kept at it for a few more minutes until he stopped you to change positions.

He flipped you onto your stomach and pushed one leg up so you were flat on the bed but your legs were spread enough for him to settle between them. You felt the head of his cock prodding at you and then he sank inside in one fluid thrust. It was lucky you were already flat on the bed because if you hadnt been, you were sure your knees would have given out. He fucked into you like that for a few minutes and then he slowed down again. He leaned over you and pressed his chest to your back.

“I’m gonna try something, if you don't like it just tap my arm twice okay?” he asked and all you could do was moan out what you thought was an “okay”. Suddenly he looped his arm underneath your neck and bent it at the elbow effectively putting you in a headlock. He started thrusting into you again at a steady even pace and slowly he increased the pressure of his bicep and forearm against your airway. The obstruction of your airway was enough to send your brain into a foggy cloudy space and you loved it. It heightened the sensations of everything else. You could feel his sweat slicked chest sliding against your back, you could feel his cock throbbing inside you, and you could feel the heat in your lower belly building.

“Youre so fucking pretty like this baby. A beautiful doll just for me to play with huh?” he said. “Yeah you like it like this don't you? Quiets your brain for a while doesn't it? Makes you so cockdrunk you can't think of anything else. So beautifully mindless just for a little while. Binnie will take care of you baby, don't worry.” he spoke softly and you could feel that heat inside you skyrocketing. Who knew this sweet man was so nasty in bed? “Why dont you cum for me baby, hmm? Give it to me sweetheart, wanna feel this tight little pussy sucking me in.” he encouraged as he kept moving inside you. “C’mon…c’mon baby. Yeaaaah there it is. Good girl.” he coaxed as you exploded around him with a yelp. He released your neck from his hold and used both hands to pull your hips up.

“Can’ hold myself up Binnie. You have to do it.” you whined, exhausted and boneless from your second mind blowing orgasm of the evening.

“S’okay baby, I got you. Don’t worry, I'm so close, keep squeezing me like that. Yes yes yes…” he mumbled as he continued to batter your insides with his huge dick. About four thrusts later he was spilling inside you, laying claim to your walls with his cum.

Changbin was over the moon and not ready for this to end so he stayed inside you and rolled you both over onto your side into the spooning position. He reached over you to grab the blanket and cover you both.

“You wanna stay inside me Binnie? You want me again soon?” You yawned out, exhausted from the vigorous activities.

“Mhm…feels so good. Feels right, like i belong there. That okay?” He asked, his voice gentle as his hand stroked the soft skin of your thigh.

“Mmm yeah. Like it. Fuck me again when you wake up though okay? Even if i’m still asleep. Wan’ wake up to you drilling me.” You mumbled, fully about to descend into sleep safe and warm in his arms. Changbin groaned and bit down on your shoulder before he responded.

“God youre fucking perfect aren’t you pretty girl? Sure, as soon as i wake up I’ll fuck you into the mattress. Whatever you want baby, Rest up. I’m far from done with you.”

The End

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luv4berry · 1 year ago

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my eyes only.

earth 42!miles morales x fem!reader

SUMMARY: miles belleves that you're for him and for him only, no sharing. not even with your best friend.

GENRE: angst to fluff

WARNINGS: bickering/arguing, suggestive(?), kissing, idk if this counts as toxic miles lowkey right in his anger but at the same time is he fr, jealous miles, y/n is lowkey a walking red flag, cursing, man idk

AUTHORS NOTE: the autism is rlly autisming with this movie </3

“baby you not stupid and i know you aren’t, why you acting like that?”

“miles, leave me alone.”

“nah, cause i already told you ion like him, why you still talking to him? you fuckin’ with him or sum?” he narrows his eyes at you, clasping his hands in between his legs while cocking his head to the side.

“im not having this conversation with you, call me when you done having your lil tantrum or whatever.” you ignore your boyfriend's scowl as you slide to the end of his bed and silently load everything into your coach tote bag, incoherently mumbling to yourself.

“the childish shit im talking about man.” he shakes his head, twin braids following suit. he gets out of his rolling chair, snagging the bag from your hands and holding it above his head where you can’t reach.

visibly annoyed, you roll your eyes at the tantrum he was throwing. before you had even dated him you laid down all possible icks, including your best friend. you told him how your relationship with said best friend was non-negotiable due to the significance he held in your life before miles. before miles, he was the one who you cried to, who you confined in about your family, your feelings, your insecurities. though after getting with miles you weren’t as close with him, he was still your best friend.

“miles give me my shit, don’t piss me off.”

“why? what you hiding? ain’t no way you not messing with him.”

in the stillness of his room, your phone rapidly vibrates inside your bag, miles interest immediately piqued when his fingers curve around the device, the name “dante <3” flashing on the screen.

he laughs to himself, but you knew better than to think it was a laugh of amusement. the manner of his laugh was deeply provoked, a telltale sign that it had an underlying meaning. he sends you a hard look, “so we adding hearts now too? bet.” he says while answering the facetime call.

“y/n?” dante calls out to you, the camera panned toward the ceiling, his ruffled locs in frame.

“nah she busy right now homeboy, what you want?”

“uh okay? can you ask her if she can retwist my hair this sunday?”

“nah.” he blatantly answers.

“huh?”

“dante hang up!” you call out from behind miles, to which he sends you another glare. before dante can respond miles hangs up, turning his whole body to face you. “so wassup?”

“miles give me my phone.”

“your phone? ma this our phone.” you roll your eyes once more and quickly snatch your phone from his grasp, shoving it into the tote bag and slipping your black crocs on. “don’t text my phone either.” you yell on your way out slamming his room door, silently praying that mama rio wasn’t home.

it was getting more and more difficult to manage the pit that sat in your bosom from the fight you had with your boyfriend earlier. you were used to talking to him in your dimly lit room around this time, your hands playing with the loose coils at the back of his head while saying cheesy things to each other, exchanging light pecks and subtle touches.

you groan loudly, tired of sulking to yourself you decide to get up from your bed, do your makeup and take pictures. you sit at your vanity, shuffling your playlist while opening up your makeup bag.

about 20 minutes into your routine, you hear incoherent voices coming from just outside your door. you tip toe towards the door, peaking your head out to see miles, helping your mom set the dinner table while engaging in small talk. “yeah, basketball’s good.” he says, smiling at her with all 32 pearly whites.

“y/n’s upstairs, ill call you guys down when dinners ready.” she smiles, coaxing him towards your room. you quietly shut the door, scrambling towards your vanity table, acting as if you had not witnessed the scene that took place just outside your door mere seconds ago.

you hear him quietly enter and creep up behind you, the mirror capturing his movements. you line your lips, ignoring your lovers presence even when he wraps his arms around your torso and repeatedly kisses your face.

“who you looking all fine for?”

you greet him with nothing but silence, putting your manicured finger over his lips which he attempts to bite.

“oh so it’s like that?”

“yeah, it’s like that, and I didn’t invite you over. go home.” you get up from your position, walking towards the door that he left open, closing it.

“what i told you ‘bout that mouth? you got all sorts of attitude today.” he argues, trailing behind you.

you scoff while crossing your arms, turning around and mean mugging him. you watch as he takes a moment and backs up, giving you a once over. the argument that had him so worked up earlier dissipated into thin air, his focus now on the biker shorts that hugged you a little too tight, and the cropped cami that hung a little too loosely. you watch a ghost of a smile adorn his lips.

“nasty ass.” you snap him out of his thoughts.

he snorts, taking a seat on your bed and pulling you in between his legs. “you still mad at me?” he questions you, raising his brows.

“it’s not gonna magically go away miles, you didn’t even try to apologize, showing up at my house at 8:00 kissing me and shit isn’t gonna fix anything.” it was the truth, and you weren’t backing down from it. you wanted an apology, you weren’t willing to go any further with him till you got said apology, you couldn’t push this to the side.

“y/n, baby, you know i love you but im not fucking with the way you making it look like im wrong for feeling the way i feel.” miles argued.

“because you are wrong! i told you about him before we even got together, you can’t expect me to drop him in 2 seconds just because you asked, he’s my best friend!” you argue back, keeping your voice down cautiously due to your nosy family on the other side of the door.

“no ma, im your best friend, you for my eyes only.”

“if you came here to argue with me you should just go.”

“we don’t sleep mad at eachother, we fixing this right now.” he says, dragging you into a straddling position atop him, his arms momentarily wrapping around your waist. your eyes dart around your room, refusing to make eye contact in fear of folding immediately.

“i just want you to put it this way, you got this fine ass girl, right? but then she got this ugly ass—“

“miles.” you warn him.

“… she got this boy best friend that she always on the phone with, always going out with, and she always wanna see him when you’re right there. she always talking about him, texting him when with you, answering his calls.” for the first time in a while you realize how off that sounds, maybe you had been the wrong one, though your stubborn nature made it hard to admit it.

he begins to speak again, “im not asking you to cut him off, im asking you to minimize how much you talk to him—im a guy and i know how we think. you might think y’all homeboys but he plotting on you, just think of it like that baby.” he finished while rubbing the skin of your thighs in slow tender circles.

“im sorry.” you quietly murmur under your breath into his shoulder. just barely loud enough so he can hear. but no, he had to hear this, you admitting you made a mistake.

he taps your thigh, “speak up, cant hear you.”

“you heard me, don’t be annoying.” you said when you realized his true intent, embarrassed by how you had previously acted.

miles snickered to himself, “ma?”

“yeah?”

“my fault for getting loud with you earlier, i didn’t mean to do all that.” he admitted, kissing your shoulder blade.

you remove your head from the crevice between his neck and shoulder, repeatedly giving him big smooches on the lips in acceptance of his apology which he gladly returns.

the moment is ruined by knocking on the door. you scramble off his lap which ultimately ends with you landing on the floor with a thud. snickers come from your bed, a deadpan expression immediately sweeping over your features.

“hope y’all not in there being nasty.” your mother calls out, “get decent and come downstairs to eat.”

love, berry <3

#miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse #atsv miles #atsv x reader #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales

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the-palelady · 2 months ago

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CAN I PLZ HAVE SOME HUNTER GHOST MAID READER HCS???? IM OBSESSED

anything for you my love! ( •̀ ω •́ )♡

cw ; brief mentions of blood

hunter!ghost is silent as he comes and goes through cainhurst castle, not even speaking to queen annalise, but he’ll stop to speak with you

your focus tends to be drawn to whatever is in front of you whether that be wiping dust from the candelabras, sweeping the floors, or brushing away the patches of snow that build up on the flower boxes outside

ghost likes to catch you off guard, finding your little yelps or squeals endearing

when the two of you first met, you were far too shy to say anything, instead cautiously watching him as he sauntered off with an amused glimmer in his eyes

but now that you are much more familiar with the hunter’s presence, you instead turn to playfully smack his arm, “what if thou possessed a weapon?!”

“lil’ dove like ya would never think twice to carry a weapon.”

ghost is a hunter. of course he’s clever, astute. so he knows how to roam about the palace undetected, and he uses this to his advantage

you could be completely immersed in your daily tasks, unaware that the hunter is lurking within the shadows literally 2 steps to your left or right, maybe right behind you

ghost enjoys watching how concentrated you are when it comes to your work, your brows pinching as you try to rub an extra tough stain out of the curtains or the secret little curses you let slip when you drop the laundry

despite how frail and soft you might look, you are a spitfire

ghost could return late one night from an extra bloody fight, tracking in blood and remnants of pieces of beasts flesh that stick to his coat

and you’re right there at the big double doors, hounding the hulking hunter with a broom in one hand and a feather duster in the other, the two pointed at him as if to intimidate him

he thought it was cute honestly

“milady wouldst be furious if thou sees the hall in such disarray!!!”

you would force him into the guest chambers, grabbing at his hunter’s garb and tearing it from his body piece by piece (making sure to keep the filth off of the rugs of course)

you’d have a warm bath already prepared for him, something you had started doing the first night he had come back to the castle from a hunt

ghost would never admit that it was what he looked forward to the most when returning

the water smelt of lavender, the warmth of it immediately soothing him as soon as he stepped foot into the wash tub

and you were always there, like the dove you were, nimble fingers rubbing out the knots in his shoulders and upper back

sometimes you’d secretly make him silly hats with the bubbles

“wha’s goin’ on back there?”

“n-nothing! nothing!”

he’d relax back while you continue to giggle, your nails dragging delicately along his scalp and working the soap in before rinsing it out

when you were done, you’d stand in an attempt to give him his privacy, knowing the mental and physical toll that being a hunter had to have on him. who wouldn’t want their privacy after such a long night?

but he’d reach out before you could step away, his beast like hands wrapping around the circumference of your wrist and pulling you back to sit on your stool

he’d ask you about your day although he knew you had a routine that was hardly ever broken

however, you indulged him anyway, rambling on about your day despite how miniscule it was compared to what he did

in the mornings, he can’t help but crack a smile at the neatly folded clothes that you’ve left him at the end of his bed

the subtle scent of you lingers along the the fabrics, and after a fight he’ll sometimes catch a whiff of you, the smell calming him more than the oils you use in his baths ever could

you live in this man’s head (i’m talking rent free) 24/7

he seeks you out like a lost puppy when he doesn’t have beasts to hunt, you becoming his sole source of entertainment

you’d huff and puff in annoyance as he follows you up and down the halls, simply just watching you clean

sometimes queen annalise will spot you whacking him on the head with your feather duster (the feather part of course)

it’s just been you and the queen for so long, so you secretly enjoy having ghost here, his presence a breath of fresh air

and he feels the same about you, your smile awakening something in his cold heart

sometimes he’ll steal a quick peck on the lips from you while you’re yelling about him making a mess, and you’ll go silent immediately, a look of shock and exasperation on your face

“cat go’ ya tongue, love?”

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killergee · 4 months ago

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Omggg we need more of the kendo player! Hoshina x Archer! Reader 🛐🛐🛐 I beg of you 😭😭

AHHHH, IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT! ❤️💗💖🩷❣️

I feel like everything's been said and done, so I don't think I'm gonna continue the story. BUT here's a short little one-shot to feed your desires.

Kind of part 1

Synopsis: Hoshina tries to teach you kendo but things don't go as expected. Or actually, it goes exactly as expected.

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Despite the tournaments being over, you and Hoshina kept the unspoken promise of staying late after school to practice. Though, "practices" are now filled more with talking than the cracks of swords or the twang of bowstrings—but that's between the two of you. Somehow, the talking then turned into Hoshina making you try kendo.

You don't know if you agreed because you were bored or because Hoshina brainwashed you enough into thinking kendo was kind of cool. Or maybe it was because of the sparkle in his eyes and the nervousness in his voice when he earnestly asked you that you couldn't refuse...

No.

It was definitely the brainwashing.

So, for the last couple of days, Hoshina taught you the more fun aspects of Kendo. The swinging of the sword, how to parry, he spoke so excitedly when teaching you.

However, somewhere along the lines, he started to move closer to you. Wrapping his arms around yours to help you hold your sword, whispering instructions into your ears, holding your hips to stop them from moving too much. You didn't know if he was doing it on purpose or not. But he seemed oblivious to the way you would cup your ear or grip your sword harder when he turned away.

Before you acted like you'd rather die than ever learn kendo. So Hoshina was excited to see you actually put effort into his teachings. Blinded by your progress, he tries to put kendo armour on you.

"Now don't get too excited, I'm not putting all of that on." You say, drawing the line at putting on the gross and probably sweaty armour.

Hoshina raises his eyebrows in surprise. "Huh? I thought ya were startin' to like it?"

"I don't particularly like it or dislike it."

"Then why are ya putting up with the lessons then?"

"No reason at all." You respond too quickly, cheeks puffing out in embarassment feigned annoyance.

Seeing how you refuse to look into his eyes and how your body seems to be closing in on itself, hoshina eyes widen at the realization. A small smile grows on his face as he approaches you.

"Oh? Is there something else ya like about these lessons?" He asks as he comes to stand face to face with you. Before you can say anything, he moves to stand behind you, his hands on your hips as he towers over you from behind.

"Maybe you're putting up with the sport you oh so despise because ya like how I touch you." He drawls out, the lightness in his voice replaced with something much deeper and intimate.

He leans his head down over your shoulder, slowly bringing one of his hands up to tuck your hair behind your ear. Lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, you let out a shaky breath.

"Or is it because of this?" He whispers, and the puffs of air tickle your ear.

He holds back a chuckle as he feels you sway a little—becoming almost putty in his hands. Your hands that were holding the wooden sword in position are now lowered with the tip of the sword touching the ground. The strength and haughtiness you usually exude is no longer to be found.

"I should've known." He reaches forward, his hands slowly snaking down your arms, his front pressing against your back. Wrapping his arms you, every inch of your body felt like it was being encompassed by his. He was overloading all your senses.

The wake of his touches leaves goosebumps on your skin. The subtle smell of his cologne invades your lungs. You try with all your strength to keep your eyes open and forward as his entirety envelops you.

But the moment you falter and begin to lean in, he takes the sword out of your hands. "You'd never want to learn such an ungraceful sport." He chuckles slyly, walking away from you towards the sword stand.

Red from head to toe, you sputter "I-I don't mind," as your hands feel especially empty now.

"Now, now, don't worry y/n," he lilts. "We can still have fun without the swords." His eyes hold a dangerous but hypnotizing shine. "Why, the fun's just getting started."

#soshiro hoshina x reader #hoshina soshiro x reader #kaiju no.8 fanfic #kaijuu 8 gou #kaiju no. 8 #fanfic #y/n #self insert #soshiro hoshina

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chaoticloving · 2 years ago

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idk if you write smut so if you’re uncomfortable totally ignore this!!! but!!! imagine y/n and recently fiance!harry and him fingering you with his ring finger talking abt marriage and shit 🫣🫣

future husband

Harry styles x reader (masterlist)

summary: Harry proposes and it leads to sex

warnings: smut

a/n: IM SORRY THIS TOOK TOO LONG I JUST NEEDED TO BE IN THE RIGHT MOOD TO WRITE SMUT AND THEN TUMBLR DIDNT PUT IT IN THE TAGS AHHH

Harry's ring obsession started when he was in his early twenties.

He rarely wore any type of a jewelry or anything flamboyant when he was younger. He painted his nails on occasion, something to relax himself with or whenever Y/n was doing hers, but nothing too grand.

But a simple silver chain given by his one and only changed that.

He started getting a little more into jewelry, necklaces, earrings, and his favorite, rings. He liked the intricate designs that rings ment; they could be loud and a stable piece, or they could be a subtle addition to the outfit.

They could also symbolize love.

After dating Y/n for three months, he knew he was certain that he wanted to stay forever with her, he just didn't allow himself to think of marriage this early into a relationship--at least not until his mother asked when he was going to propose after meeting her around their six-moth anniversary.

Finally though, after just under two years, he popped the question. He got a beautiful engagement ring, a band with beautiful engravings throughout, and of course, a huge fucking rock.

"Harry." Y/n sniffled, seeing Harry on his knee, ring in hand. "Of course, yes!"

A lovely proposal in a quiet and quant cottage away from civilization was perfect and exactly what they needed, not only for their privacy but for the ability to have sex in the middle of the woods. Harry bought this property not too long ago and waited for the right moment to take Y/n there, a proposal seemed like the best time.

The kissing of course led to more, how could it not? Harry was always a passionate lover, always eager to please, so it was honestly no surprise when the soft kiss turned more sensual.

"Fuck, I'm so glad you finally asked." Y/n mumbled softly as their lips kept touching, coming back for more. "Can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you as my husband."

Harry moved onto her neck, biting softly as he went down. "It's all I've ever wanted." He groaned as Y/n's hand trailed down to his pants, she teased him slightly, earning a moan from him. "And to please you again. Lay down."

Y/n made herself comfortable on the blue and white picnic blanket. Harry moved the basket and wine bottles out of the way. He pulled flipped her dress up, revealing her lacy set on panties.

"Planning to seduce me today?" He asked with a raised brow.

"I had a hunch you might be asking me to marry you." She shrugged her shoulders, biting her lip to hide, poorly, a cheeky smile.

"How?" Harry gasped, his fingers tracing the band of her underwear. "It was top secret!"

"Oh come on, H." She giggled, her hand coming up to stroke his cheek. "You take me on a surprise getaway, no one around, to a cottage that is darling... It's the most romantic thing you have ever done."

Harry blushed. The midday sun gleaming perfectly on his skin, twinkling his green eyes and highlighting the freckles that scattered his slightly tanned skin. Y/n couldn't help but feel so lucky. This beautiful man, inside and out, is now her fiancé; she started to tear up, which, of course, caused Harry to tear up as well.

"No don't start baby." She told him. "We need to focus so we can have sex. No tears now."

She wiped her tears then Harry's. "You started it." He mumbled, smiling as he finally pulled her panties down. "We just love each other too much."

"I guess so-" Y/n gasped as Harry entered a figure into her. The familiar feeling was welcomed as the subtle feeling of pleasure began to buble up inside of her. "Fuck that feels so good."

Harry was leaning half on and half off of her, his right hand fingering. her while his other held him up so he could kiss by her ear.

"Don't get one of your rings stuck in me." She warned, looking sternly at her love. Harry shook his head and kissed her softly.

"I would never."

Harry had on a simple band, one similar to the new one adorned on Y/n's finger. He figured while he was buying the engagement ring he could buy a matching one for himself.

"I can't wait to marry you." He spoke softly, creating a new hickey just under her ear lobe. "Gonna wanna fuck you again when I see you in that dress, don't know if I could wait till the honeymoon."

He added a finger, adding to the pleasure.

"And seeing you with that ring...It's going to be as sexy as your lingerie. Just knowing you're mine and I'm the only one that can ever see you like this."

"Fuck, H. Gonna come."

"I'm the only one who will get to see my wife like this. And everyone will know I can only to this do you...I'm the only one capable." Harry's words were possessive yet reassuring, the constant validation that he was the only one for her pushed her over the edge, leaving a gasp from her mouth.

"Har I need you inside." She yanked him fully on-top of her, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down after Harry quickly pulled his fingers out of her, but not before a little taste.

He helped her strip himself, knowing she is just as possessive as him but just doesn't always vocalize it, but her actions speak louder than her lack of words.

Harry entered Y/n, the euphoric feeling washing over him as he let out a loud moan, mentally thanking himself for buying the isolated land. "Feel so good."

"You stretch me out so much." She gasped. "My future husband."

Harry thrusted, a reflex from her words in her sexy, faint, voice. "Don't say that or else I'm going to come in less then a minute." He paused, staring into his loves eyes. "Want to impress my future wife."

"You impress me every day. Every time I see you I have something new I love about you." Y/n leaned in a kissed him, it was mainly teeth, but still perfect nonetheless. "Today it's your cock."

Harry stopped thrusting briefly. "You mean it hasn't impressed your before today?"

"It's the first time I've been impress by my fiancé's cock, I was already impressed when he was my boyfriend." She assured. Harry rolled his eyes and got back to thrusting, moving his ring finger down to her core and rubbing soft circles on her clit, making her jolt slightly.

"I'm gonna cum again, H."

"Me too."

They both moaned as they climaxed at the same time. Harry collapsed onto Y/n's chest, arms exhausted from keeping himself up. They stayed like that for no more then five minutes, Harry's cock softening inside of her as they relaxed.

"I can't believe you're going to be my wife." Harry thought out loud. "Never thought I'd work up the courage."

"Why? You knew I'd say yes."

"I dunno, just all the what-if's got inside my head. You know how that is." Harry mumbled, nuzzling his face into the side of her neck. He kissed over her blooming hickeys too, soft contrast between his sexual and romantic desire for her.

"Well your next biggest concern is finding were to go for our honeymoon." Y/n said. "Might have to go all over."

"I'll pay for every penny of it."

"Most defiantly. You know I have expensive taste." Y/n joked. "The wedding is going to cost half a fortune on its own."

Harry smiled, kissing her cheek then her lips. "I'd spend all the money in the world to make you happy. I'd go broke to see you smile."

"Stop, you're going to make me cry again." She whispered, tears starting to form.

"I'll just kiss them away, my love." He sighed. "It's my job as your future husband."

#harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles fluff #harry styles x y/n #harry styles smut #harry styles x you #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfic #harry styles one direction #bf!harry styles #husband!harry #husband!harry styles #harry styles fic #fiance!harry #fiance!harry styles #harry edward styles #harry styles x fem!reader

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mimisplayground · 11 months ago

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If I can’t have you baby, no one else in this world can. ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

I hope everyone likes it! This is part two of my other Toji fic where he was jealoussssss~ I hope u all enjoy :3 (part one linked at da bottom)

Tags: Dacryphillia (brief), Rough sex, Mentions of Murder, Mean Toji, He talks abt marrying you during sex????? (not clickbait)(gone wrong)(gone sexual), Spanking (kinda brief too), JEALOUS TOJI!!!, very light bondage, HES SWEET BUT IN SUBTLE WAYS!!, Degrading, Overstimulation, Thigh Fucking (brief), Doggy Style, Mating Press

I couldve missed some tag sorryyyyyyy, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

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Toji hadn’t heard from you in a week. A whole week of no contact from you, and he could feel his eye twitch as he knocked on your door.

And he was even more angry when you opened the door with a bratty pout on your face. “What do you want Fushiguro?” You huffed out, frowning at him.

He had to resist the urge to lean forward to smother you entirely. He treats you real nice and you wanna call him by his last name? Like he didn’t have you screaming his first name only a week prior? “Wanna know why you’re ignoring me, baby.” He tries his luck with being sweet with you first, a disingenuous smile on his face.

He quickly regrets the sweet act when you roll your eyes in his face. “Made me block my other guy.” You muttered out, and Toji felt his hand fist up for a moment. “He was a good fuck,” you started off, stupid of you to do in Toji’s opinion “and you made me block him like you’re up here all that often anyways. Can’t keep me satisfied and got rid of the one who could.”

By the end of your sentence, Toji had reached the end of his patience. He leans forward, and his hand grips your shoulder for a moment. “Im gonna go, and I’m gonna bash that guys skull in. And when I’m done you’re gonna be on the bed, where I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget your own name. Ok?” He was at a borderline whisper, and you felt yourself shuddering at the threat he spoke last time being reiterated.

You throw yourself to hug him when he goes to turn. The idea of some man dying just for getting his dick wet didn’t sit right with you. “Tojiiiii,” You whined out, looking at him as pitifully as you could. “I didnt mean it Toji, I was just trying to get you riled up.” You admitted bashfully (in a poor attempt to earn pity points from a man who doesn’t pity anything), ignoring how hot your face felt when you heard - and felt - his chuckle at the confession.

You’re led into your place, a hand gently cradling your back as you’re led to your room and you can’t help but think that your confession had subdued Toji’s anger, even momentarily.

So imagine your surprise when you find your face smushed into the bed, hands tied behind your back when a soft satin ribbon and your ass in the air. And the first time his hand landed on your ass it was shocking enough to make you jolt forward with a small squeal. The hits that came after still earning groans and grunts of pain from you.

Even if he wouldn’t admit it, he was being soft on you, he always was. But he made a promise that you would forget your own name and he intended to hold true on that.

“Fucking whore” he huffed, another smack landing on your ass “bratty bitch, gotta be put back in your place.” His hands grip your hips and you squirm in anticipation.

His fingers find their way inside you first, working you open with so much precision you felt he was playing you like an instrument. Three fingers deep inside, and god did they hit the perfect spots each time. “You tryna get dick from someone else? I’m all you need baby.” He says, jealous vemon laced in every word.

“Just you Toji, ‘m sorry, didn’t mean it.” You whined, and you hear a cruel laugh as his fingers leave you. “Now I’m Toji? Not Fushiguro?” He questions in a mean tone even as his hands massage your back.

(He said it was to help with prep when he first did it. Your questioning leaving him a bit scrambled before he claimed it made the sex better. You had believed him at first, until you realized it was just a small act of care. You never called him on it, you enjoyed it even.)

“Begging isn’t gonna work on me this time, cute little whore.” Toji says with a mocking coo, pushing his pants down to pump his dick with his own fist a few times. And as he stares at your back, he can’t help but want to break his own promise and just fuck into you. Not that he actually would, but he was tempted.

He slips his dick between your thighs, thrusting lightly and kissing at your neck. “Talking about another guy in front of me, giving me a bitchy ass attitude,” he seems to be recounting his grievances with you, a hand reach to grip your waist when you try to grind down onto the dick between your thighs. “Don’t know who you belong to yet? That it? Maybe I should put a ring on your finger and make you understand.” He groans, listening to your pleads for him to just put it in already.

And when he finally complies it’s like bliss. His hand is gripping your wrists before he unties the ribbon holding them together. Your hands grip the sheets at either side of you, and you sigh happily as he kisses your poor red wrists. You turn your head, kissing him on his cheek.

Toji’s mind seems to blank for a moment before he’s pulling out and flipping you onto your back. And with your legs thrown over his shoulders as your bent almost in half, he fucks you into a mating press so brutal that your mind blanks.

“Gonna make you mine baby, put a ring on your finger. You’re never gonna get away from me.” He grunts and almost growls, watching your eyes roll back with tears streaming down your face. “Gonna keep you locked in, you love saying my last name so much, now you’re gonna share with me.” His thrusts were deep, and hard, and agonizingly perfect that you could help but violently twitch as an earth shattering orgasm runs through you.

He fucks you through it, and you feel an awful sense of deja-vu as you go hurtling toward your next one.

Toji grabs your left hand, and you stare at him in a stupid, fucked dumb look of curiosity and whined when he bit your ring finger hard. And you whined even more when he forced his own left ring finger into your mouth, telling you to bite hard. You comply and watch him fill with a sinful glee. “There you go baby, it’s our wedding rings.” He says with a soft grin, his brutal thrusts being an absolute opposite of the look.

With orgasm three coming quick, you’re almost relieved to feel his rhythm falter and stutter, and you scream into the room filled with sweat and sex as you feel another final brutal slam of his pelvis into yours, and you feel your insides fill up with his cum.

He pulls out, getting up and walking to the bathroom, and you sigh through closed and tired eyes as you feel him wipe you down with a warm damp cloth and few minutes later. A blanket is thrown over you both as he spoons you.

His thumb traces the bitemark he left on your finger, you completely pliant and stupid in his arms. You couldn’t seem to think of an answer when he looked at you with a devilish smile and innocently asked “so, what’s your name?”

The next morning, waking up to Toji cuddled up with you and a subtle rumbling snore coming from him had to be the best feeling in the world.

Your legs were jelly, and when Toji woke up and had finally pulled himself up, he brought you water and a small plate of fruits. You watch him get dressed with a pout. “Toji…where are you going so soon?”

He turns and the smile he had was an almost boyish expression. “I told you last night,” You felt your blood freeze for a moment as you stared at Toji, your legs unable to move.

“Im gonna go bash that guys skull in.” He left a small peck on your forehead and a promise that he would he back soon.

God you hope that other guy had a quick death, if nothing else.

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UH….SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG… LOTS OF THOUGHT PUT INTO THIS ONE!!

Requests open :3

#jjk #jjk fanfic #fanfic #jjk smut #toji smut #toji x you #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #smut #requests open

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sukioyakio · 3 months ago

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𝐒𝗂ᥣ𝖾𐓣𝗍 𝐖α𝗍𝖼ɦ𝖾𝗋

Paring: Sukuna ryoman (Heian) xServant fem!reader

An: Here is part three of this series and hope y’all like and this one will be longer than the last one.I had my bestie on a call helping with me on this,background mc baby!!Also a familiar character will be showing up in the part.

Taglist: @lil-annonie @mxrgodsstuff @scoobysnakz

@eravariety

@totallygyomeiswife

@chilichopsticks

@mononijikayu

GO HELP THIS FAMILY IN NEED To get out the war

Word count:6,612

Pev|<Pev||<- ->Next?

Uraume looks at you with a stern expression as they watch you bowing your head down at them with respect and honor. They come up to you,beginning to talk.

“Listen here,(____) I need you to comfort his lord while I’m out with Ms June for supplies for his lord Meal.” They said. Now continuing on

“Give lord Sukuna a massage.I’ve promise him that I’ll do it but I’m currently working on something else for the moment” They said with authority and strictness tone,their eyes with filled with coolness in them.

During the time of that you see June giving you an apologetic look which you shook your head slowly and gently let out a sigh.

“Of course master Uraume . . . I’ll do my part” You spoke in a calm voice,giving uraume and June a unfazed expression. Uraume nods in approval, satisfied with your response. "Good," they say. "He's in a foul mood, but you know how to handle him better than most."

June looks relieved, grateful that you've agreed to do the task. "Thank you," she murmurs softly. "I'm really sorry you have to do this."

You give her a reassuring smile, silently telling her that it's alright. Uraume steps back from the door, gesturing for you to enter the room.

Uraume hummed in satisfaction and start to walk the opposite direction of where you standing.As they called in June with a stern voice.

June walking quickly behind before looking at you mouthing the words ‘im sorry’ again before she goes to join with uraume.

You opening the door and walked inside the room;Talking a big breath in and letting it out. While closing the door behind you. The room completely dark not a single light source on in his majesty room.

You have done this before many times yet everything you do take care of his lord it always makes you scared in sense of the reminder of your love one cry’s ringing in your head and his presence makes you completely shut down in the voice department.

“Lord Sukuna…?I’m here.. under uraume place.” You announced quietly as you grab the wall near you to make keep you steady on your foot,of the room.To at least find a torch in order to see in this filthy dark space.

The room is thick with shadows, its darkness so complete that it's almost tangible. The air is heavy with the scent of Sukuna's presence, a mixture of blood, sweat, and a subtle hint of something more sinister.

You feel your way along the wall, searching for a torch or some other source of light to break through the oppressive darkness. After a few moments, you finally find a torch tucked away in the corner of the room.

You pick up the torch and light it with a strike of a flint, and suddenly the room is engulfed in a soft orange glow. Your heart banging against your chest like a drummer,as you froze from fear but through It doesn’t show up on your face.

His lord standing in front of you;Looking down at you with unreadable gaze his red eyes glowing with the soft glow of the orange fire.Even though there no emotion in his eyes you could feel that his glazes down at you with predator shining through his eyes.

You instantly find that he wasn’t wearing his robe on.He was just half naked with his four arms crossed.

He kept a steady stare with you before grumbling and moving away from you.He use one of his hands to run through his pink hair.As he growls lowly.

“how many times do I have to tell that fucking punk I dont need to be watched by anyone” He muttered as you heard the sound that seemed like his lord bed.

Sukuna plops down on his bed and lets out a frustrated huff. The four arms are still crossed as he scowls at the ceiling. You walk closer to him, holding the torch to give some light to the room.

He glances at you for a moment, his red eyes locking onto yours. "What the fuck are you peasant here for," he spits out, his voice laced with annoyance but tinged with a touch of exhaustion.

You clear up your throat,and keep your heart beating calm as possible.You don’t glance into his lord eyes and instead look at the torches flames.You could hear that his lord was exhausted but also annoyed. Keeping a steady yet quiet firm voice. “Would you like.. a massage Your majesty” You said professional and quiet.Your eyes analyzing the flames,watching the flames flicker through the air like tiny sparks,the shiny blue flowing through the fire.

The first thing you should be doing is lighting all the torches in his lord room.And you might do that before you give him a massage.

Sukuna grunts in acknowledgement, his irritation still evident. “You better do it right” he grumbles. He shifts into a more comfortable position on the bed, his four arms spread out.

As you start lighting the other torches around the room, he watches you with a sidelong glance. His eyes flick over your form, taking in the way you move around the room. There's an intensity in his gaze, but his expression remains unreadable.

Once you're done lighting the torches, the room is now bathed in a soft, warm glow. You return back to his lord,your feet steps making the only sound of his majesty room.The room was encased with all his lord treasures and his travels.Paintings drawn and painted with his face each one sort of telling a tale that you wouldn’t dare ask him.Gold rings displayed in a box and multiple luxury pieces his room large enough and tall enough to fit a whole dinner feast.

You lay on the edge of his bed,seeing his back in view as he sitting on bed. You could see all of his back tattoos on display,You quickly hurried up and started to begin to do the massage on his back.You silently moved towards his body to find a more comfortable position to do it.

Sukuna feels your touch on his back, his muscles tensed under your hands. He lets out a low grumble as you settle into a comfortable position.

"Hurry it up," he growls, his voice rough and impatient. Despite his tone, he doesn't move away from you. Instead, he remains still, allowing you to start working on his tight muscles.

His skin is warm under your fingertips, and each touch of your hands makes the tattoos on his back shift slightly.

You begin to knead and press into the tense muscles of Sukuna's back, feeling the knots and tension under your touch. You start at the base of his spine and work your way slowly upwards, applying pressure with your fingertips and working the muscles with your thumbs.

Sukuna seems to relax a little under your touch, his growls and mutterings turning into an occasional sigh of relief. He keeps himself still, his body gradually loosening under your hands.

After a 50 minutes or so minutes of massage his lord,your arms were arching in pain from having to constantly moving your hands to breaking his knots from all four of his shoulder and large back muscles.

You were wondering how long is master uraume going to make this meal for him.You were going to ask him if there anything else’s he need. Just for you to relax your arms. That until the suspense of air is finally gone when his lord speak up after a long break of silence.

“Do mine feet next” He commanded,Turning his head over his shoulder ruby eyes glancing down at you.You nodded at his request;immediately getting off his lord bed and onto the floor positioning yourself ready to start massaging Sukuna feet’s.

(That motherfucker Sukuna is fucking 8’5 feet that is his accurate height in Japan culture 💀 bro he don’t even wear shoes in the manga 🤢 those feet’s are THE dirtiness feet of the wicked west.I wouldnt touch those fuckers at all,ps in this story his 7,1)

His body turn completely around now sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs now laying down on the ground.Your hands extend out for his feet to rest against,his feet’s lay on your hand;your head looking down at the ground.Your eyes unable to see him as you were doing your duty from your position you wouldn’t be able to see anything from his lord bed expect the floor.

And then your here for another 10 minutes massaging his feet,with every moment you do is perfectly calculate to fit his lord wants.Your hands stop aching but now it your fucking legs and neck that are starting to ache.You wonder how the hell does master uraume find massaging his lord is fun,or enjoyable.

At that some points you wonder if death is better then living with this fucking monster.Then again every human is afraid of death and that implies with you.

And so here you are massaging his lord foot while zoning off onto la-la land talking in your mind about how you’ll answer some impossible questions in your mind. During the time of you doing his lord foot work,They was an intruder making a disruption inside of Sukuna palace.As they walk carefree and with each walk they carry themself with confidence.This intruder has already killed two of the servants for testifying against him,not bothered to clean it up.Instead walking towards Sukuna chambers.

!Bang!

The door kicked open creating a loud commotion that echoed through the palace.Making you jump slightly from your position,instead looking the way where that person was doing. Whoever it was;they definitely had the courage to do that,thinking that they wouldn't get killed by lord Sukuna.Not only their actions was disrespectful.

Then a male voice was heard coming inside lord Sukuna chamber,they feets walking with confidence.

Sukuna didn’t even budged from the loud noise.He just simple looked at the figure who dared come into his chamber.He knew that no human would try to make a entrance like that in his palace without knowing the consequences for it.

“Sukunaaa! Guess who came around to see you!?”It was a male voice,rather speaking in a cheerful way despite having no manners toward your lord.You couldn’t see him from your position but you could see his feet but that didn’t matter as you quietly continued on his request.

And hoping that master uraume would be here already.

“Kenjaku….” Sukuna matter as his crossed his arms.The lord anger seem to be calm down slightly but not all the way.One pair of his fours eyes looking at him with disgust and annoyance.

‘So his lord know who this man is?….’ You assume in your mind,still continuing your duty and not moving your head.

The male feet walking towards your lord direction was loud and clear for you.Sukuna glances down and up at kenjaku with disgust,rather questioning about his presence.

“What the fuck you want..” the king of curses grumbles with a stern look on his face his lips not moving a bit at all. As kenjkua flops down right next to Sukuna.Not giving a simply fuck about his lord personal space or any rules in fact.

Without any caution the king of curses fire off a little bit of curse engery making a littler more simple version of his dismantle.Without rising much of his fingers to do it,as if it was a dust particles that which he erase the existence.

Swoosh

That noise made your body completely tensed,but what made your eyes pupil dilated in fear,pain? You didn’t exactly know yet.But one thing for sure is that Your life will never be normal ever.

Your head slightly raised up as you saw it. The man body cut into half;organs oozing out from the male body,the cut sliced the torso in half.Blood dripping multiple gallons from the body and onto his lord bed,damping Sukuna bed sheet even more.

The testicle jangling off his body like a leaf. This was the first time you saw a human organs.But what shocked you was how that man was healing it like it was nothing.

Your heart pumping blood all over your body;The sound of your heart beating against your chest,your stomach organs turning and changing.

It disgusts you that there people who have such extraordinary abilities but use it for evil,As you quickly removed your eyes off the male before your stomach try to make you throw up all of your food inside of you. As you were silently huffing out breathe,Gulping down your fear or matter of fact any expression.

Sukuna silently glances at you with one of his lower eyes as watching you silently,seeing your expression.He found your expression amusing just like anyone he killed before,but your was lanced with afraid-ness but also partly disgusted. Nonchalantly returned his glaze to Kenjaku,seeing how he was restoring himself with reverse curse technique.

“Ahh you dont miss your own buddy?” Kenjaku question with Mocking tone of voice,while lifting an eyebrow,in amusement.His body reparing his upper torso as he used RCT.

Kenjaku wasn’t even bothered by that fact Sukuna cut him,In fact he was rather used to it.Kenjaku didn’t give a single fuck about Sukuna presence or his status,ok maybe he does care a bit about his status .He was simply here to make sure that he could not get bored,even curses get bored of killing and living though the years.

Kenjaku eyes looking at the woman who was holding Sukuna feet,seemingly doing a massage,But he closely looked at you,and notices you have sort of vibe that made you attractive to him that what he says. But your just like any type of trash in his eyes so it didnt matter about you,you'll just die either way. And then a sly little grin appear on his lips before talking.Sukuna eyes brow furrowed down slightly in a question as he watch kenjaku expression.

“Well,well,well-What a beautiful lady you have here.How about you could do me a massage as well,huh?” Kenjaku announces in a very calm almost friendly tone.His eyes staring down at you making holes into you.

Almost too friendly,it wouldn't work on you and he should know that,someone like you who have seen nothing but darkness it gets hard to see what is really the light in days.But as a servant and someone who has respect,you show that man some manners,instead of ignoring people like always.

And you finally look up at the man to see him and the man look roughly in it mid 30 years old.He has some scars stitching on his forehead. But even the king himself is older than him how could he possibly know his lord.

’A question you’ll won’t ask’

The exact moment You watched him removed the stiches on his forehead slowly undoing his stitches to showed what a true monster he was,just like your lord… it was just a god awful sight,with the combine of seeing organs,It a disgusting sight for even yourself.

The sight of a brain with eyes and mouths,a total nightmare fuel.As soon as you were glancing at it,its lips turned slightly upward into a smirk.The male body was drooling from it mouth;eyes rolling up like he was some sort of doll.

Sukuna has seen this multiple times already it not even new.Kenjaku was always the type to show off his disgusting curse technique to humans.So he just huff out.

“Ah..It been so long since I’ve let my head get some air” Kenjaku spoke in a casual voice as if it was normal thing to do.You saw how the mouth of the brain was moving.

The brain was him. And it kills you that your were in front of your lord because right now your trying to hold in the throw up that try to travel up your throat and disgust look that dare try to appears on your face.

“How about you massage my brain aye?So com-” He asked with a grin on his lips,Completely not caring about Sukuna staring with a hard,fixed gaze.

Sukuna Interprets him.

“And who the hell said your allowed to use my servants for your enjoyment,Dumb fuck” Sukuna tone was rather harsh and cold.With his unreadable expression painted on his face.As his blood like eyes,Galring intensely at kenjaku but if you look closely he was fucking bothered and annoyed by him.

kenjuka scoff it off like nothing.

You quickly stop staring at them and return looking at the floor,and returning to doing your job and doing his right foot.

‘Where the heck are master uraume and June at,At this point I’ll dead from this….It been like two hours already’ You said in your head.

“Aww but your lord it only one massage im asking for? Would you be willing to help a cursed out,huh?”

And the ideas of helping him this man message that body would probably be worse than being called to be in charge to take care of sukuna.

Sukuna sarcastically chuckle deeply,His laugh rumble through out his throat,echoing through the room and hallways.

“with death that is,that I’ll help with,If anything I’m more gladly to fucking cut you into thousands of pieces” Sukuna reply icy cold voice,If anything his lord sounded more harsher than before.

Sukuna stares at him with a death stare that would have scared any human being and man but this man isn’t exactly normal to begin with anyway.

And Then he removed his glaze from kenjaku to you,red orbs staring intently at you.

‘Why is he looking at me?Did I do something wrong?’ And these thoughts were repeated

‘Is it because im massaging to weak’

‘Or not hitting the good spot?’

As you continue diligently massaging his foot, unable to tear your gaze away from the gruesome sight in front of you for too long, you can feel his lord's glare locked onto you.

His intense gaze is a bit different from his usual stern look. It's as if he's watching you specifically; his eyes piercing into you like daggers, studying your every move. You sense a touch of annoyance in his glare, and something else underneath.

And you instantly rememorize that stare. That same stare he gave to your mother.

Enjoyment of killing life as if we were just ant to him for his own selfish benefits.

It definitely made thousands of thought ran through your head,but all of them lead to-

’run away from him,get away as far as possible,Run from him, this monster’

Your soul and mind were ready to to flight or fight but the same wasn’t said with your body it felt like you couldn’t move forward or backwards.It like it just silently obeyed whatever his words were. Not a damn heart beat was heard from your body,nor a single breathe broken out.

He eyes moved from your body,and to kenjaku,as he kicked you like nothing,hurting your stomach even if it would be worse than that it still hurted you.His kick made move you from your original stance,grunting quietly in pain.

To Kenjaku it wasn’t like Sukuna was being harsh on you,It wasn’t a hard kick either but he forgets that humans are such pathetic creatures who are so weak that they can’t handle a simple kick.

Kenjaku eyes looked down at you just like his lord,but he eyes held nothing but complete disinterested and bored look.His eyes judge you like an animal in a zoo. Sukuna voiced was loud and clear.

“Get out of my chambers now,before I’ll get rid of you” He says with a heavy authority coming in his voice. Before his face scrunches up in disgust of the thought of having to deal with a dead body in his own chambers;the stench of the dead body and the blood running through his floor yea he wouldn’t mind it if it anywhere else.

But he would rather a place that doesn’t have a stench of nasty fucking rats.Rotting up in his own chamber.

You didn’t need to be told twice to get away from his sight. Your body moves faster to the door than ever.Running to the door as you hear the noise of what seems like the other male laughing in mockery.Once you were out of his lord chamber you continue your way towards the servant pantry To relax the pain in your stomach.You walk through the long e’ tall dark hallways.They could be definitely give someone a nightmare walking through especially at night.

Your remember these hallways from the back of your mind.His lord has very advanced senses so he could hear about everything and you knew that long ago when you were younger and completely saw a servant being killed with a simple gush of wind and that why you say quiets when your near his chamber to not dispute Rule.6.

As you huff and puff holding your stomach close to you,Sukuna body is twice your body and size so anything he would do is twice the amount of pain your feeling.

The only thing that echoes the hallways is your heavy breathing and foot steps.It was already dark out side,and there was an horrific smell coming from the entrance but you weren’t in any kind mood of to go get rid of the smell,as you continue your journey to the pantry/dorm.

Later that night June came by rushing to you,with a big smile on her lips,as she jumps right next that her bed.Saying that master uraume gave her a reward for being very helpful today.She added with showing the little ring in her pinky to you with such a radiant smile.The ring look as if it was made of cheap materials but you wouldn’t be the one to ruin her mood.As You tried to not look in pain and just gave her a gentle smile and thumbs up. And as if she was the worlds best detective,her eyes brows narrow down in confusion as you already knew that she was going to ask until you actually answered her question.

"Are you okay?" June asked, her eyes narrowing in concern.

You tried to maintain an unfazed expression nodding slightly. "Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, your voice betraying a hint of pain.

She didn't seem convinced, her gaze unwavering. "Are you sure? You look like you're in a lot of pain," she said gently.

Your tightening your jaw as you rolled your eyes.Crossing your arms around your stomach as you stare at June. “..yes I’m alright June” You responded back with a forced smile. June expression changed into showing concern to full on seriousness.You notice it quickly that she was thinking because her eyesbrows were furrowed down.As you tried to catch your words but she starts talking. “Oh my god…”She whispered with her eyes widen in fear with a mixture of concern.You shut your eyes and deeply let a sigh out of your chest.

“He harmed you. . . Didn’t he” June whisper again.Her warm finger placed on your shoulder making you slightly flinch as you politely removed her hand from your shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it,. .Your a kid now so don’t worry about me”You chimed in,Your (e/c) stare at June hazelnut color with trustfulness.

‘Plus it not like I have any powers to hurt him just like he did to me . . If only you knew that I already loss the battle to continue with have any hope of living’ you murmured so lowly,knowingJune wouldnt hear you. She’ll be to focus on the fact that you were hurt.

June's eyes widened even further, her concern deepening as she processed your words. She shook her head slowly, a mixture of disbelief and dismay clouding her expression. "But he shouldn't be harming you at all,if-if..if you did your job properly" she protested quietly.

You removed one of your arms from your embrace to stroke her beautiful black hair softly as you quietly reminded her that she’ll need to be strong for herself.Hoping that you still have your mothers wonderful ways of being empathy and understanding.

‘She just 15 years old,(___)’ you reminded yourself that for someone her age shouldn’t even be here,or having to experience labor but instead enjoy her life as a teenager.

June leaned into your gentle touch, her eyes closed as if trying to engrave the moment in her memory. Your comforting gesture seemed to have a soothing effect on her, calming her worries and fears, if only for a brief moment.

She let out a soft sigh, opening her eyes to meet yours, and a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Okay.." She whispered, her voice tinged with a mixture of determination and vulnerability. The night sky glowing it beautiful stars lights,The room was tiny but it was able to fit you and June in.As the lights of the rooms turned off and the candles that were on were the only thing lighting up the room with it orange glow.

As you sat down on the edge of the your bed,in comfortable silence, the moment was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching the dorm room of which you were in.

June's head snapped towards the door, her eyes wide with trepidation. "Who is it?" she whispered urgently as she clutched onto your arm, her fingers digging into your flesh.You winced silently from her finger nails digging into you.

As the door opened and to discover that it was master uraume standing there looking at you attentively.And that fact made June stop clenching down on your arm,and let it slide down to your laps.

They walked into the room advancing towards you with a stern face yet it lanced with a sort of sympathy.Maybe your becoming delusional from the kick that it making you see things that don’t exist.

June being the first one to say something.” Good night Master uraume,is there anything you need?” She questioned as she quietly bowed her head down as you did the same thing as she did.

Uraume simply shook her head,before turning her glaze to you.”I need to speak to (____) privately” They said coldly and it made June feel confused about it but doesn’t say anything about it. You nod as you stand up slowly,and biting down your lips to bite down a whimper or groan. You followed uraume out the down. They close the door and let out a sigh before rubbing their nose bridge once more. “I am very grateful for you doing your duty today as a substitute for me but-“ They paused briefly looking at you closely watching your expression,seeing if there any specific expression to see on your face but non existent expression on your face was there.As they continued on their speech.

Little did they know you were having thousand of thoughts about what you did wrong.

“I’m completely sorry for what you had to endure being with that fucking disrespectful scum bag (Kenjaku)while you were doing your duty.”They said with an eye twitch coming off their face,which personally shocked you that master uraume would ever curse like that.Returning from reality you were quick to shake your head slowly mutter ‘you really don’t need to’

They hum in respond and you thought that was just it and started to walked towards your dorm room but Then they called your name more once again but with more seriousness. “Are you hurt by any chance,you seemed to be sluggish with your body flunet. . . I might help with it” They offered nonchalantly staring at your figure and you turned your head around to stare at them for a few seconds before nodded in agreement.Now fully turning your body back to uraume’s view as they walked more towards you before they are close enough that you could feel their clothes touching yours. As they extend their arms out and place it above a few centimeters of your stomach.

That cause you to tense up quickly.As you couldn’t see what master uraume was doing to you.they was performing RTC on your body. But after a few passing seconds your stomach pain is gone and it made your shoulder relax for a bit.As Uraume brings back there hand back to the side. Uraume looks at you with a deep glint in there eyes.

“You see I can’t afford losing another one of my well performed servants too quickly,So,keep doing your job as far as I know and I’ll only do this two times. . . Good night Ms (___)” They announce with a quiet voice full with no such thing of comfort.Making you feel forever own to them and his lord.

Right after they said those words they just walked off and you were there standing with their words being replayed. You choked down a tear and closed your eyes and took a deep breath and let it out.

Now walking back to your dorm room and seeing that June sleeping on your bed,making you remember your best friend words once again.

’I always wanted us to be free from this nightmare,so we can finally have that freedom and happiness we deserve’

Those words rang in your head.Having your hands clenching down tightly,as you shake off those thoughts and sadness out your mind.

You quietly blows off the candles.

You changed into the simple sleepwear provided for servants of the lord, its plain fabric feeling rough against your skin. As you climbed into the small, hard bed, the worn sheets doing little to offer comfort. Exhausted from the day's events, your body felt heavier than usual, and your mind refused to rest.

Every time you closed your eyes, images of Sukuna's harsh eyes and Master Uraume's cold words flashed through your thoughts. It seemed you wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight.But within a hour or two your body completely shut off and you went to sleep.

After that day,you only seemed to be more called for petty chores or by master uraume to clean up any bloody mess.

Either the only one you found that was fun in your terms is doing the laundry.It honestly the only chore that doesn’t have you stop and discontinue it for another petty reason;it the chore where you could be calm and collected your mind or sing quietly without being suffocated.

But Today it wasn’t laundry day for you to do,it was gardening day.Where you and four others servants have to cut any of the over grown grass and bushes with delicately hands,or else punishment.Which not only was today a horrible day for it to do the garden thing since the clouds were already showing it dark shade of black.

It started thundering,making it much harder to deal with the bush that were constantly moving around with the flow of the hard winds.

Usually the garden is the only place out of the whole palaces that was covered with greenery and has a midsize pound with fishes of whatever type and yet it has the largest section of place that comes completely five in the largest room is the palace.

You were hurrying up to finish your sections of the garden and get inside the palace.You felt bad for the four other servants one of them being in their mid 50’s.

You couldn’t do anything but pray for them to get inside before the horrible weather got to them.You were completely sweating your ass out here;even if it was windy it didn’t help you with how fast you had to move to get this section done you’ll just end up sweating either way.

‘I should be finished in about five minutes’ You spoke in your head while cutting this bushes perfectly done.

During the time of that matter His lord wasn’t having a wonderful day,He just quite annoyed with everything.He had killed three of his concubine’s and Two servants. All of which he didn’t give a single fuck about.

The king of curses,was in a bad mood today;Sukuna doesn’t know what caused it.Could be that fucking loser of a curse Kenjaku coming here and killing his servants and not cleaning his own mistakes.Making his lord sensitive nose smell the stench of mortals rats blood.

Today was the day where the most painfully pathetic people come to his palace to ‘worship’ him and give them help for their villages problems.In which he has half the mind to actually listening to them.But he plays along with it,it something he enjoys doing.

Play with the humans,trick them into thinking that he was even listening to half the bullshit,and when they ask for his powers he was says yes just to see that pathetic face light up,just for him to laugh darkly at the mere thought of helping peasants like them.

And right that moment it where he enjoys being king,hearing the cry’s of mercy are like Christmas rings lighting up a candle,god it was entertaining seeing how many of there faces are starting to appear more ugly than before.

But what made him more angry then usual meeting was this one,there was a sorcerer in the crowd that he recklessly didn’t sense their curse energy. So while he was smirking at the pathetic little rats crying for mercy and this and that.

One of them in the crowd threw a cursed tool at his chest,making it through his body.Within seconds the crowds get quiet and start shaking some pleading again but more quietly.

It when Sukuna sense his blood dripping but also the curse energy of the bastard.Making his jaw clench in frustration and annoyance.

He stand up from his throne and sway one of his four arms to the side,ending everyone in the room effortlessly with his dismante.

His red eyes full with fluming annoyance.His face concealing his anger expression As it was case in a stern look.he walks out pulling out the small sword that dare land on him.

Now walking towards the hallway with a trial of blood following his every step.He already knew that uraume would have something to say about it. You were back inside the palace walking inside the hallways as you walk by the throne room,to notice that June was walking with a mop and a bucket in hand and you have a feeling of what she was gonna do was something that would take a little longer than a usual task.Everything here isn’t a usual task at all.Either are normal days we’re here.

You stood there in the hallway,staring attentively at June figure noticing that she was slightly shaking from her hands.You quickly called her name out,instantly getting her attention as now she walks faster towards you.

As June reached you, she stopped in front of you, panting softly. Her eyes darted around anxiously, as if expecting someone or something to jump out at any moment.

"What's wrong?" you asked nonchalantly but your voice laced with a hint of concern.

June took a deep breath before speaking. "They have me assigned to clean in the throne room…but I heard it was a clean already.." she said, her voice low and shaky.Clearly have been told by someone else to go clean of what happened inside the throne room.

You nodded in response,confusion written on your face before returning into it casual unfazed expression.As you silently walked towards the throne room and opened the door to see what she might be doing.The smell that hit you was so strong and horrific but the sight was just as intense as it was the smell of it.

It was like a blood bath,with multiple body’s slipping blood onto eachother. You could instantly imagine hearing the cry’s of these poor souls.you heard June foot steps coming towards you and then her body frozen from the sight.

As your eyes pupil dilated at the gruesome sight before you, the smell of blood permeating the air more than before,making your stomach churn.

You watched as June's normally cheerful face turned pale and her eyes widened with horror. She covered her mouth with her trembling hand, her whole body quaking from the shock of the gruesome scene before her.

"Oh my…god…," she whispered, her voice barely audible,She said once again. "What…what happened here…?"

You tried to find the right words to say. But the sight of all the bodies and blood left you speechless.You couldn’t get anything out your mouths, scenes like these were always common,but it doesn’t mean that your used to it. You’re just like human like anyone else who hasn’t killed any humans.

You close your eyes and took out sigh,before you recite the words of your mothers.

‘We’re all humans,We all have goodness in our hearts and badness in them too.But what makes people monsters are those who killed humans;the ones who find enjoyment in those actions-‘

You clenched down on your hands,as you sighed down quietly,making the world around you silence.

‘yet theirs humans who most kill others to survive the worst even if they don’t want to.(____) We are the good ones,Yet I’m have badness in my heart for having to make you,my daughter go through this hell.I just want you to know that everyone you’ll ever meet will have a bit of darkness in them,and some will have the light in them too,so don’t go trusting them blindly-‘

As you lip sync the last sentence of her words with calmness.

‘(___) you are an angel that has be chained against your will . . . you are too young to understand what I meant but you are the strongest person i know’

Your mother said this to you when you were just 10 years old,You didn’t have to understand the meaning of her words but the meaning of what her face meant ‘I’m sorry for what I’ve done,but Always remember that there’s good and bad’ and that moment you remember perfectly well.Now that your 25 years old you completely understand what she meant all those years ago. As you opened your eyes to turn to look at June,with a unfazed expression grabbing June shoulders and whispering to her.

“June,You have to be strong . . . So when doing . .stuff like this wouldn’t be difficult to do,but it for you to survive this kind of reality,I’m not the best person with talking as far as I know but …You could do this” You whisper with a complete seriousness in your eyes,follow by another sigh siping out of your lips.

June listened to your words intently, her eyes wide and her breath slightly shaky. Your serious tone made her realize the gravity of the situation, and she slowly nodded in agreement. "Right...I can do this..." she muttered softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

With your words of encouragement, June straightened her back and slowly pulled herself together. She looked at the bloodied mess around her with a newfound determination in her eyes. "Right...I can do this," she repeated, her voice stronger this time.

You hummed in response as you quietly left the throne room to go to do the other chores you have to do.You huff out quietly.

‘you are an angel that has be chained against your will’ the words repeated in your head as you kept your head down,not wanting to let anyone see your pity-ful expression.Whenever you feel like your face was back to it unfazed expression,you rises up your head. As you continue to walk the long hallways,passing through multiple servants who are just like you;Trapped.

As you advanced to the guest rooms to clean up the dusts and change the sheets of the concubines rooms.

The last thing you never want is to be interested in the kings eyes,because only then you’ll know that you’ll find yourself with those beautiful winged creatures that have shown your mother and best friend a place with peace.

Another part done,and this one was longer.I need to go study more about writing Sukuna character cuz I think I didn’t do a great done on his character 😭.Anyway I hope y’all enjoy this part of this series,I will be a bit more busy than expected but I hope I satisfied your hunger. And thanks for your guys love.Also sorry for grammar mistakes.

bonus information:June was the only survivor of Sukuna terror attacks.She saw nothing but flames and smoke from the houses.Uraume was the one who found her and instead of killing her,they decided that she would be a great addition to the servants,June who didn’t have anywhere to go nor could make it alive by herself.So she had no chance and followed uraume.But the whole way to the palace her heart cried out for her loves ones.But she still had to held on some kind of hope.When she became a servant she had a different roommate who was awful towards her;constantly yelling at her for grabbing her clothes or taking to long to do something right,or just yelled her out for being the problem that she was in this mess. When she didn’t do anything wrong. And cried in the depth of the nights of when does this get better for her. After two mouths of learning how to do chores she has,two mouths of dealing with a verbally roommate.Until she never came back to her dorm room,and that was when she was shortly switched over to be roommates with you. And that first she thought you would treat her badly just like her last roommate,but for a couple of nights you were rather silent.And Whenever june gave you a bit of her leftovers,she would finch when you wave her off and shake your head at the offer. And that when she saw that your face was filled with nothingness and emptiness.It made her feel worry but also curious on what happened to you.But after a couple more months she got comfortable with your silent presence,yet she didn’t mind your quiet presence even when she would talk about anything. She actually enjoyed when you spoke a few sentences or even nodded back in response. You were kind towards her even through this hell hole.She hasn’t seen any gore from the time she been here yet.She was 14 years when she came here and it would be a year since being in the palace.

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reshinless · 4 months ago

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may i ask (politely) for a chuuya x reader where his lover is just like- in the nicest way possible, a mix of a german shepard person and a calico cat. They are just the sweetest person, yet also can get upset if called out or someone insults those close to them (as in full on plotting a murder but is too sweet to actually go through with it) like just a normal day story pls- if they were also a pm member I'd love you to the moon-

─── my only one, moon and sun..

𝜗𝜚 synopsis. the sweetest ever!!!... plus chuuya i guess /j (chuuya x really nice reader

𝜗𝜚 pairings. chuuya x gn!reader

𝜗𝜚 director's notice. HIII I LOVE THIS IDEA SM. ty for sending this in. IM SO SORRY THAT I COULDN'T MAKE READER A PM MEMB I COULDN'T FIND A SILLY NICE CUTE WAY TO WRITE FOR THEM :( i wanted to do like a lil story b4 the actual thing so i'm sorry.. you can say i got a little carried away (i forgot the prompt) follow & rb to support ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ

pre-relationship!chuuya who was surprised by how undeniably sweet you were to him. didn't you know how dangerous he was?

pre-relationship!chuuya who had just helped you from a robber who tried to snatch your bag. you were just sweet enough to invite him out for dinner as a thank you

and boy was pre-relationship!chuuya all over the idea. although enamoured by the mere thought of being out with someone who was everything he ever looked for in someone, he kept refusing, not wanting to take up any of your precious time. but you were stubborn, and firmly insisted on taking him out. and god did he like that.

pre-relationship!chuuya who'd already forgotten the meeting he was supposed to attend at 7:00pm sharp. it's already 8 and he's still talking with you. but of course, he didn't wanna make the interest too obvious, but subtle enough to notice.

and finally when you two exit the restaurant, pre-relationship!chuuya's eyes can't help but broaden as you tell him 'thank you'. damn he hasn't heard that in forever. awkwardly had to look away, gosh this was the first- no it wasn't even a damn date! and his face was already dusted with pink.

"look it's fine.. really it is.. it's what any good person would've done seeing your situation." ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! "but i still want to say it. i still want to tell you thank you. not many people are good nowadays, you know." (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ )

although before pre-relationship!chuuya didn't wanna make it obvious, definitely wanted another dinner like this with you.

"...say how about i walk you home? the least i could do after dinner. wouldn't want your purse/bag to get stolen again do we?" (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ a brief chuckle from you, and a smile forms. damn is it just him or were you just smiling at him? "sure! chuuya right?" "y-yeah! yeah! yes!"

safe to say that wouldn't be the last time pre-relationship!chuuya walked you home. he'd make sure it wasn't at least.

boyfriend!chuuya who suddenly had the need to let you spend all his money. even if you refused. that's so honestly why he fell for you in the first place.

boyfriend!chuuya who followed you into any store you went to, card in hand, and suggested to buy anything you picked up.

boyfriend!chuuya who was minding his own business while accompanying you to the cute little fruit mugs over there 'till two rude girls who were suddenly arriving in the same aisle as you both were in

"oh my gosh.. no way that girl is going out with a man so small.." "yeah literally.. i would never have said yes. can't believe there are actually women that prefer men below 6ft!"

boyfriend!chuuya's whose eyes twitched hearing what they'd just said, but then decided not to mind them. if he'd learned anything from you, he wouldn't say anything back.

but you never said you wouldn't talk back.

"what do you mean? he's nicer than your deadbeat father for sure."

the two girls gave a look of disgust but quickly left. and your expression, well more like your demeanor changed as they did.

"we should get the banana and strawberry ones, right? let's match!" "huh? oh yeah sure."

boyfriend!chuuya is still stunned from what you said, but ended up just muttering an "yeah sure" before you both paid and left the store.

boyfriend!chuuya who asked why did you defend him, even when you weren't trashtalked about, after you both left and got ice cream.

"well we're partners now right? no one should talk about you like that. besides, you aren't that short." ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´- "of course i am not!!" ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭

boyfriend!chuuya who loves it so much when you defend him after that interaction. you aren't afraid to assert yourself to others. you aren't afraid to tell them something bad in return. and damn was it hot to see how you looked confronting anyone who had insulted either of you two.

boyfriend!chuuya who's so in love with you what a silly little guy

GN ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE WRITTEN FOR BSD..! i hope this was somewhat coordinated with the prompt dear anon

#──── resin: performances #──── resin: custom play #bsd x reader #bsd chuuya #bsd x you #bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #chuuya x y/n #chuuya bsd #chuuya fluff #bsd headcanons #bsd hcs #bsd drabbles #bsd scenarios #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuya headcanons #chuuya hcs

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oreoov · 1 year ago

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HIHII POOKIE!! IM INLOVE W YOUR WRITING SO I RLLY WANNA REQ!

Imagine like you were shipping bestfriend!kazuha/xiao (pick whichever!) with someone else, but he likes you and gets abit frustrated when he keeps giving you hints but their so subtle you don't notice em?

FEEL FREE TO PICK HOW YOU WANNA END IT, MWAH!!

☆ ─ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄? 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 .. .ᐟ

bestfriend!xiao x gn!reader / angst (?) & fluff / modern au <3

note ; bye i screamed when i saw this BUT OFFCCCC, i was gonna do kazuha because likes hes just so hdidjdisidi but i haven't done xiao in a while so YEAHHH, BTW ILYY TYSM FOR REQUESTING <33

synopsis ; xiao kept giving you subtle hints that he likes you ... but you never seemed to noticed them, and even started shipping him with someone else ..?

the bell finally rang after what felt like hours on end ... you and xiao were making your way to the cafeteria together, right before some girl bumped into xiao as she was in a hurry.

the sudden crash had caused her to drop all her books, and like what any person would do, xiao helped pick them up and returned it to who it belonged to. he even gave her a subtle smile as she thanked him before leaving.

"oooohh!! was that a smile i saw? hmm?" you teased him as you both resumed your walk to the cafeteria.

xiao gave you a confused look as he didn't understand why it was a big deal to you. "you're the one who told me to smile more ..?"

"okay well─ umm─ thats different!! you dont usually smile at people ... or .. YOU LIKE HER? is that it?!" you were literally onto nothing ...

from a confused look, he turned into a 'wtf?' look ... "what? i smile a lot more with you anyways ..." xiao mumbled the last part as he thought it was quite embarassing to say, he just hoped you would catch on already.

but you completely ignored what he said and started feeding your delusions to him again!

"its okay to admit that you were kinda into her xiao, you guys made eye contact for like 0.2 seconds ... like, dude she literally wants you so bad .."

"???"

"it's okay xiao we know you're new to all this."

"no i dont like her─"

"shhh ... i dont wanna hear it!"

but he likes you, not some random girl he crashed into, and might've thought that you would already notice .. maybe he needs to make it more obvious?

the next day as you were both passing the lockers in the hallway, you couldn't help but notice the girl that crashed into xiao yesterday.

"omg, thats the girl from yesterday!! you should totally talk to her right now, this is literally your chance!" you said as you nudge xiaos elbow.

but he didn't want to. he wasn't interested at her at all, especially when there's someone way better right beside him after all.

"how many times do i have to tell you? im not interested in her whatsoever." xiao groaned as you kept insisting to.

"but why notttt? you guys would look cute together .. plus shes super pretty too ..."

"no, even you look better than that?" xiao looked at you, just for him to turn away again as his gaze meets yours. you're the prettiest one in his eyes and no one else! was it that hard for you to understand?

xiao was laced with frustration as you kept babbling nonsense about xiao and that oh, so, pretty girl and how cute they would be together.

you probably didn't even seem to notice that he basically just called you pretty ...

he was on the verge of confessing to you right then and there. but at the same time, he couldn't. what if you didn't feel the same way? what if you were just purposely ignoring the hints he gave you as a sign of rejection? he would never know.

meanwhile, you noticed that xiao has gone quite. has he grown upset? "heyy .. alright im sorry! i didn't know you'd get that upset ... ill stop now i promise!" you mumbled with a pile full of guilt.

"if i were really to be with her, how would you feel?" xiao unexpectedly blurted out, he was even surprised at his own words. but still, he wanted to know.

"uhh .. wha- what do you mean?" you were bewildered by the sudden question. it was unsual for xiao to ask such things, especially with his cold demeanor.

"if i were to be with her, wouldn't that mean most of my time with you would be taken away?"

the thought of that had never came across your head. it actually doesn't feel right anymore. in simple words, the thought of another girl taking xiao away from you? hell no ...

there was an awkward silence between the two of you before you finally spoke up. "i dont know ..."

xiao sighed as he set his eyes on you. "good, cause i don't know what I'll do if you were with someone else either." xiao mumbled out quitely, barely even audible.

but you heard it. you heard all of it, is he trying to say that he ...

"huh?"

xiao huffed as he still needed to explain it to your slow brain. "archons, how oblivious are you? i like you. was that not clear from the start?"

you didn't know why, but you felt like you had to chuckled a bit at his frustration. "okayy, okay im sorry!! okay but i swear i noticed a bit but i wasn't sure alright??"

"and yet you were so sure that i liked that other girl when i don't even know her name .."

"IM SORRY!!! but i guess i like you too by the way ... hehe .."

even that was enough to leave xiao completely flustered.

extra notes : HELP THE ENDING WAS KINDA SCUFFED IM SO BAD AT WRITING CONFESSION STUFF SORRY LMAOO also this was not meant to be that sad 😭

─ masterlist.

#xiao x gn reader #genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin x you #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #xiao angst #xiao #xiao x reader #adeptus xiao #xiao fluff #xiao imagines #xiao headcanons #xiao x you

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scarletsaphire · 1 year ago

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ACTUALLY FROSTBITE AND FENTON PARENTS

Maddie smiled through her chattering teeth as she watched Phantom, watched Danny, in the distance. The smile looked just as strained as the rest of her felt, with everything that had been happening lately. Learning that her son believed he had died, that he had become some kind of "scientific miracle", that her and Jack had been hunting him for two years now was bound to put strain on, well, everything.

Danny had told her and Jack only two weeks ago, with Sam, Tucker, and Jazz all present behind him, their postures protective and their eyes narrowed. After her and Jack had "accepted" him, he had confessed they'd had a plan in place in case things didn't go well. That confession had only sealed her convictions. Maddie had talked with Jack in the safety of the GAV that very night.

They didn't want to hurt Danny; the fact that they had let whatever this was happen was already proof of their failings, but they wanted to make sure they never did anything like that again. But they also couldn't just let Danny continue fighting like this, couldn't continue letting him feed the ghostly parasite or whatever else it was that had made him like this. Maddie was certain it wasn't a ghost, let alone his ghost; someone couldn't be dead and alive at the same time, no matter what Danny might claim. She needed to figure it out. She needed to help cure her baby boy from this. She wouldn't go against his will, of course, especially when some of the procedures they would need to do would be rather invasive. No, Maddie and Jack would wait for him to come to them, to let them fix this. Fix their mistake.

Winning Danny's trust back involved letting him be openly ghostly around them. That, in turn, involved him introducing them to "ghost culture," and of course, the first place he brought him in the Ghost Zone was a two hour ride in the Specter Speeder to a place just below zero. He'd told them all about the Far Frozen on the trip, about what he had done for them and what they had done for him. He'd stayed as a human for the full duration, and Maddie had nearly made her palms bleed with how hard she had dug her nails into them. Not for the content of the stories, though they were certainly horrifying for a mother to hear, but because of what his talking was doing to him. She hadn't seen him talk so passionately about something in years (she couldn't remember a time after the accident, after he was infected with this half-ghost disease) and watching as her child, her sick, human child became more ghostly? It took every shed of willpower for her not to do something, anything.

She'd seen him transform into Phantom, of course, but that was so different. There was a distinct difference between Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom. The visible differences, of course, but also their attitude, their posture, their mannerism. But the more Danny talked, the more traits of Phantom started leaking through. The confident, joking tone he used to taunt the hostile ghosts contaminating his voice in a much more subtle, softer way. The solid set of his shoulders, so unlike the horrible posture he normally had. And then there was the visible differences; how he had started floating a few inches off the ground after thirty minutes into the trip, not even pausing his sentence, as if he hadn't even realized. The way his hair started to drift as if it was underwater, the way the freckles that had only grown darker with age began to glow a faint green.

It had been difficult for her to not try and stop him, or at the very least look away, but she managed. She had to. For Danny. So Maddie had held Jack's hand tight, him squeezing her just as hard back, and her other hand clasped even tighter.

Danny had made such a big fuss about making sure they both wore plenty of winter gear, but hadn't bothered to wear any himself. In fact, he'd rushed out of the Specter Speeder the moment they landed, transforming into Phantom only after the snow began to impede his running, directly into the arms of a monster. It was a yeti, one who introduced itself as Frostbite with teeth barred and clawed hand extended. But Danny was positively beaming on its left, clinging onto its fur like he used to do to her when they went to the grocery store when he was little. So Maddie had smiled back, told it her name, and did the closest thing to shaking its hand she could when it was nearly four sizes bigger than hers. Jack fared better, but not by much.

Now Danny was playing some kind of snow tag with some of the younger yetis, who were still so much bigger than him. She could barely see him from where she stood at the entrance to a heated igloo, the falling snow covering her vision. But she clenched her teeth and smiled anyway. All of this was for Danny.

"You know," Frostbite's voice boomed from her right, and she backed up into Jack, slipping into a fighting stance. The yeti held its hands up. Slowly Maddie forced herself into a more relaxed position, even though her muscles were still tensed. "I apologize, I didn't mean to startle you."

Maddie turned her strained smile to him. "Don't worry about it."

"Would you like me to continue?" Frostbite asked. Maddie gave a terse nod. "As I was saying, ghosts develop the ability to taste emotions after a certain point. The Great One has not yet developed that ability, but with the way he gains new powers, I believe it will be happening sooner rather than later." She looked to Jack, who was on her left, his expression of panic mirroring hers. "I'm sure you both can guess what I'm bringing this to your attention."

"I..." Maddie trailed off as her mind started whirring. If what this thing was saying was true, and she was tempted to believe it was, then whatever it was that was stuck in Danny might try and use it to turn him against them. If that happened, they would never be able to work to get the whatever it was out of him. Maybe her and Jack could find a way to block this ability somehow, in an attempt to buy time?

"I understand that you are concerned about him," Frostbite said. "It is only natural for parents to be concerned about their child. But your fears are misplaced."

"He thinks he's dead," Jack said, his normally loud voice quiet. "He thinks he's dead because of us, and you think we're wrong?"

"Not exactly," Frostbite replied slowly, raising his hand to scratch at his chin. The action was odd, far too human on his large, fur covered form. "Your feelings are right, but the target of them is not."

"And what do you mean by that?" Maddie snapped.

"Look at him," Frostbite said, gesturing towards Danny. At some point in the last few minutes, him and the other yetis had stopped their game of tag to instead start working on what appeared to be a snow yeti. The yeti children were focusing on creating or packing the snow into the general shape. Danny and a few of the bigger, older looking yeti's were taking on the detailed work. It wasn't the prettiest snow person. It was lopsided, and no matter how long they spent, they didn't seem able to get the horns to look right. Despite this, he was laughing, perched on top of a yeti's shoulders, and the other yeti's surrounding him were just as joyful. "Does that look like someone who is sick?"

Maddie bit her lip. Danny was still in his self proclaimed ""ghost form," so her knee jerk reaction was to say yes, of course he looked sick. He was paler than any healthy person should be, and he glowed that horrid green, and his teeth were too sharp. She pushed that initial reaction aside, and looked closer, past her personal biases. His teeth were visible because he was smiling so wide. He had glowed like that on the ride here, when he'd been excited, happy. His skin was pale, but so was his friend's Sam. It never bothered him, and with him being more open with them now, he acted more energetic, more full of life, than he had even before the accident.

"No." Maddie met Jack's eyes.

"He doesn't," Jack finished.

"My point exactly," Frostbite said with a nod. "I understand that you are scientists, correct?" Maddie and Jack nodded at him. "Then I understand that you will require more than just this to put your worries aside. If you would like, we have The Great One's medical records. As his guardian's you are welcome to view them, and I would be happy to explain them to you."

"We would like that," she said. Frostbite started to walk away, and Maddie and Jack followed after him.

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seonghwaddict · 1 year ago

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no strings, no expectations — choi san PART FOUR OF LILO'S 600 FOLLOWER EVENT

requested by @chokchokk. "HELLO LILO BABES // first of all congratulations!!! <33 toasting on 600 followers and more to come YUH !!! so uh. about the request hehe. // friends with benefits to lovers!san (i think im a genius for this one) angstier hurt/comfort with suggestive themes! // i’ll leave the full scenario to your amazing mind!!! // hope you have fun with it xoxo" lilo’s notes. AHHH HI CHOY THANK YOU SO MUCH!! i absolutely love this request omg. also, i'm so sorry for taking so long to post this but it's finally here!!

prompts. “do whatever you want to me.” ; “are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you?.” pairing. fwb! choi san x fem!reader

warnings. fwb !san, jealousy, suggestive themes, angst, hurt/comfort. wc. 1.3k

you and san had an unspoken agreement.

you were friends with benefits – two individuals who shared stolen moments, heated touches, and whispered confidences, all under the guise of a casual relationship. it was a pact, a bond that had no strings attached.

at least, that's what you both thought.

your connection was like a hidden flame, flickering in the shadows, igniting your desires whenever you were near. the chemistry between you was undeniable, an intoxicating cocktail of attraction and familiarity that drew you together time and time again.

one evening, you found yourselves entwined on your couch, your lips tracing the contours of his skin that no one else got to see. it was as if the world outside didn't matter, and in that moment, you were the sole occupants of a universe built on raw desire. breathless and flushed, you lay side by side, gazing at the ceiling.

your fingers traced circles on san's bare chest, your voice a low whisper. "this… what we have, it's nice."

san turned his head to look at you, his hazy eyes reflecting the dim light of the room. "yeah," he replied softly, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns along your arm. if you paid attention, you would’ve noticed he was spelling his name over the soft flesh. "no strings, no expectations. just us."

you nodded, a small smile curving your lips. but in that instant, your phone pinged, signalling a message. you grabbed it from the coffee table and your smile faded as you read the text.

"who's that?" san asked casually, but his eyes were sharp, observant.

"just a friend," you said, but your voice held a hint of unease. "nothing important."

san's jaw clenched imperceptibly, but he chose not to press further. instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "you know you're important to me, right?"

you shivered at the touch of his lips, and for a moment, it seemed like the words held more weight than just casual comfort. but then you chuckled, a touch nervously. "yeah, i know."

after that evening, days turned into weeks, and your connection continued to burn brightly. yet, beneath the surface, an invisible shift was taking place. you had started spending more time with yeosang, a guy you'd met through mutual friends. you laughed at his jokes, your eyes lit up when he entered the room, and slowly, he became a fixture in your life.

san couldn't ignore the subtle changes. he noticed how your phone would light up with yeosang's messages, how you'd excuse yourself to take his calls, and the way your face softened when you talked about him. it was like a storm gathering on the horizon, and san felt a growing unease in the pit of his stomach.

one evening, after another intimate encounter, you lay entangled in each other's arms. it was your fingers that traced absent patterns on san's chest this time, just as they had done countless times before. but tonight, something was different. san felt a surge of frustration and insecurity building within him—and beneath all that, dread.

"y/n…" he began, his voice tense.

"yeah?" you looked up at him, your expression soft and open.

he hesitated, then blurted out, "do you ever think about… us? like, beyond this?"

you sighed and leaned up just a bit, your fingers gently brushing his cheek. "san, we agreed – no strings, no expectations. remember?"

"i know," he muttered, his jaw clenching. "but do you ever wonder if this could be more?"

your fingers stilled, and you gazed at him for a moment, searching his eyes as if trying to decipher his thoughts. but you couldn’t find anything. he felt strangely unreadable compared to all the times you were able to read him like an open book. "san, you know we were never exclusive. this was always casual."

he nodded, the muscle in his jaw twitching. "yeah, i get it."

it was hard to miss the gentle frown that overtook your face at his reply. why was he being so dry? your fingers gently nudged his chin so he was looking at you. "hey, we're still friends, okay? and i'll always be here for you. but i can't keep everything on hold because of our arrangement."

a bitter taste settled in san's mouth. "i know," he said, his voice strained.

you leaned in, your lips brushing against his. "i hope you understand."

later that night, san found himself alone in his apartment, wrestling with his emotions. he remembered your encounters, the stolen moments, the laughter, and the parts of him he had shared with you but wouldn’t dare even mention to anyone else. he had been so sure that your connection meant something more, even if you hadn't put a label on it. and now, seeing you with someone else, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

he picked up his phone and typed out a message to you.

"come to my place?"

within minutes, your reply came.

"i’ll be there in 10."

just as you had promised, you arrive in ten minutes. the process of ringing the door bell, him opening the door, and then leading you to his bedroom was mostly silent. you could tell something was on his mind, but knew better than to pry- knowing san well enough, he’d tell you upfront what was wrong without the need of your prompting him.

"do whatever you want to me." he muttered, his voice a mixture of frustration and longing as his hands traced your waist before stopping and pulling you towards him by your hips. “i need you.”

your gaze softened, and you reached out to touch his cheek. "san, i never wanted to hurt you. you mean a lot to me."

“do you, now?” he tilted his head to the side, a darker expression crossing his eyes for a split second. it was gone before you could fully register it, but his next words made sense of how he was behaving. “i bet yeosang means a lot to you, too, huh?”

taken aback, you blink at him silently. once the words processed, you clicked your tongue, your gentle grip on his cheek hardening ever so slightly. "are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you?"

his lips quivered, and for a moment, it seemed like he might cry. but he controlled his expression so well it might compete with the way he controlled you in bed. "maybe a little," he admitted quietly, voice strained and jaw clenched.

“if it’s about yeosang, what does that have to do with you, san?”

his reply was sharp, cutting through the silent environment like a bullet. “are you not listening? i like you, y/n. i like you and for the past months i’ve had to watch a different guy get close to you in ways i could only long for.” he paused for a moment, his breath hot on your face. “and it bothers me because even though you’re the one waking up in my sheets, i thought that i’m not the one you long for.”

unsure of what to say, you slipped your hand down from his face and pulled him into an embrace, holding him tightly as if you could anchor him to you. “i… i’m so sorry.”

"i wish things were different," he murmured.

you clung to him, your fingers gripping his shirt that you knew would find a place on the floor by the end of the night. a beat of silence passed between the two of you before you spoke. "they can be."

sometimes, the heart had a way of demanding more than casual arrangements can provide. as you held each other, loved each other, you faced the uncertainty of what lay ahead – a future that was no longer just about stolen moments, but about the possibility of something deeper, something real.

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anurst · 1 year ago

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Girl Bradshaw

Summary: the moment of truth. Can you and Bradley work out your differences?

A/n: oml im so sorry for the long wait. i just kind dropped off the face of the earth. i didnt really have any motivation to write but now i'm back! this chap is kinda short but another will be posted on Tuesday :D

Warning(s): angst, estranged family

Part 9: Sometimes I wish I was 10

Before Jake, you never really fully believed in cloud nine. Now though, as you giddily walk through the halls of camp, your body tingles with newfound excitement. Electricity practically flows through your veins.

"I take it the date went well?" Amy's voice comes from behind you. Normally, you would have chastised her for sneaking up on you, but for now, you just smile as your cheeks slightly redden. Amy's smile widens even more as she latches onto your arm. "Oh my gosh! You have to tell me everything! And, I MEAN everything!" The both of you giggle as you push open the door to the gym.

The rest of your team turns to the pair of you and it's no secret that they're curious about your date. Carlos certainly isn't subtle as he wiggles his eyebrows at you. Jensen's the only one (besides Amy) who vocally asks you how you went. Just as you're about to recount last night's events, the doors swing open and a panting Bradley stands there.

Silence spreads for a couple seconds as Bradley gathers his breath. Offering a shaky smile, he rubs at the back of his neck. "Sorry for, uh, barging in, but I'm here to talk to Braidy."

When Nolan clears his throat, you roll your eyes and turn to face Jensen again. "We'll give you two a minute," he says and your eyes widen. No way he was actually going to leave you alone with Bradley?

Jensen gives you a small pat on the shoulder as your team shuffles by and out of the gym. The door closes behind them and each step that Bradley takes towards you seems to get louder.

Your fists clenched tightly together as you will yourself not to turn around. Turning around means acknowledging that Bradley's standing less than five feet away from you. The brother who abandoned you and seemingly forgot your existence bites his lip as he tries to find the right words. "(y/)– Braidy, please just hear me out."

"What if I don't want to?" 'Idiot, why'd you respond?'

"I'll keep finding you and repeating what I'm going to say. I'll keep apologizing until the world stops spinning. I know that sorry doesn't make up for the years of pain I put you through. That sorry won't just magically fix us. That it won't undo all the words I said. But, please Braidy, at least let me make it up to you."

Make it up to you? What if there's nothing that can be done? What if you're finally done with Bradley and that painful chapter of your life?

"I don't care Bradley. I don't want to fix us."

"Braidy, you're my sister–"

"SO I WASN'T YOUR SISTER BACK THEN?" you yell before you can properly think. There's a heavy burn in your chest and a part of you think it'll burst any moment. Every breath you take feels as though you're inhaling smoke. Your eyes meet Bradley's and the suffocating feeling vanishes.

You feel like you're ten again. A fifteen-year-old Bradley wipes the fat tears that roll down your cheeks. One hand comes up to ruffle at your hair and he quietly cooes at you to stop crying. Soft reassurances of 'everything is gonna be okay' repeat after one another as more tears fall.

The calm and warm reassurance that Bradley constantly provided for you returns and it scares you. It scares you that after so much pain and heartbreak, Bradley can still make you feel so warm with just a simple look.

It's almost as though nothing has changed and time hasn't past. And if you're completely honest, that thought doesn't invoke any fear. Because right now, in this moment as you stare into your brother's eyes, you wish you were ten again.

Bradley slowly lifts a hand to wipe at the tear that rolls down your cheek. His other hand wrap around the back of your head and brings you closer. Soft whispers come from Bradley's lips but you hardly hear them over your sobs.

"Everything's going to be okay. Just let me make it up to you."

"…You can’t…” you whisper as you push yourself out of Bradley's arms. Furiously wiping at your cheeks, your arms wrap around your torso as you direct your gaze to the floor. "I can't even look at you, Bradley. Every time that I do, I'm just reminded of the worst event of my life. I don't think you can make it up to me, so just, please, leave me alone." You take a step back and swallow the lump at the back of your throat. "I'm happy with the life I've made. I'm happy with my friends and family. I appreciate you apologizing, but I don't accept it."

Before Bradley can say anything, you quickly turn and walk out of the gym. Weirdly enough, the weight returns and it feels like you can't breathe. Walking away from Bradley might be the wrong decision, you think. But, that doesn't stop you from continuing down the halls.

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dairyminki · 1 year ago

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this heavily reminds me of my san series ngl

✨️ part of my 300 milestone event 🪄

title: make it up to you

pairing: choi san x gn!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff to suggestive real quick

warning/s: use of pet names (baby, babe, kitten)

wc: 879

a/n: hello hello to one of my fave persons here! this is just one of the many pics u sent me sooo sit back and enjoy ig?? helpsksks i'm really thankful for that san series of urs btw cos it was the reason we both started talking hehet,,,anyway! i hope u like this one luvv <333 and yes the pic do be rlly reminding me of ur san im screaming this was not so nice of u

*reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated!

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San chuckles, hearing the frustrated huffs that manage to escape your mouth every now and then. He could practically see from the vanity mirror, currently in front of him, the little pout on your lips as well as your arms that are crossed against your chest.

You were already in bed, dressed in your bluish sanrio themed pajamas and—he bets—you're absolutely warm and comfortable under the comforter right now. Although, your furrowed brows say otherwise.

"What's my kitten pouting for, hmm?" San coos, a hint of teasing present in his tone. He has his head slightly angled to the right as he eyes his newly moisturized face in the mirror, two fingers pressing on his lips.

The thing is, he's currently intently admiring his no makeup face and he's not trying to deny that because—damn, he does look great.

You always tell him this, and there are still times that he can't quite put himself to believe it—not tonight though, obviously.

"If there's someone who resembles a cat more, between the two of us, it's gotta be you, Choi San."

San stills in his seat and his self-admiration comes to a halt.

You…

You just called him, San. Not sweetie, not darling, not bubba, and most of all, you didn't call him, Sannie.

Rather, you referred to him with his government name, and this was enough to relay to him just how deep your growing annoyance with him is now.

"Baby…" San softly says, he briefly lifts his butt off the stool as he turns to fully face you.

But when you make no effort to reply and simply cover your face with the comforter instead, he stands up and makes his way over to the bed.

San keeps sweetly uttering the endearment until the mattress dips due to his added weight and until the very moment that he's already laying beside you.

A whine comes out of San's mouth when he sees that you've managed to steer clear of his not so subtle attempt of caging you in his arms. You avoided him by rolling towards your left and viola!—you're now a human sized burrito.

"Baby!"

"Don't baby me!"

"But you're my baby!" San whines even louder.

"Yeah? And you kept this baby waiting for an hour when you promised you'd be done for only a few minutes," You argue, prying off the comforter from your face—San takes note of your slightly red face with a smile—your movements, sharp.

"Babe, I had to make sure that I've wiped every ounce of makeup from my face. Plus, I wanted to be presentable enough for you since we haven't seen each other for like a week," San squeaks, and he sees that you're trying your very best not to roll your eyes at him.

Instead, you scoff.

"You're pretty handsome already, Sannie. I always tell you that."

Ah, now there's that nickname he loves hearing.

Now lying on his side, San musters all the strength needed to pull you towards him—though, he didn't really need that much to do so. This action causes your body to be unwrapped from the comforter and ends with your face flat against his rock hard chest. San laughs when he hears you mutter an 'oof,' and then wastes no time to wrap you in his arms and entangle his legs with yours.

You were now his prey, trapped, and if he's merciful enough, he might just be contented in giving you a few kisses to make it up to you—despite your cute whines—for just a few seconds and then release you from his cage-like embrace, and call it a night, afterwards.

"Ou shmell good." San hears your muffled voice, and he giggles because of the light vibration your voice just made against his chest. And then you're pushing yourself away from him at arm's length, staring up at him.

"Have you been working out more, by the way? Your chest is…" You pause to clear your throat. "...rock solid." You continue, blushing.

San does his absolute best to stay calm despite your comment and your now flustered face. Instead, he makes it a mission to tuck every stray hair that fell and covered your face, behind your ear, and not meeting your eyes while he does so. And he was doing great, very great.

Well, that was until one of your hands gripped his muscly arm, and the other started playing at the neckline of his black tank top.

It's safe to say that the tables have turned and San was now the flustered one.

He is now the prey as he finally locks his eyes with yours. The dark gaze you were wearing was a clear indication that it won't just be cute kisses tonight—but rather, a hot long night filled with further lingering touches and kisses trailing down—

"Make it up to me?"

But, oh—San is very willing to make it up to you, alright. In fact, he might just not show mercy after all.

San hears you murmur, which enticingly pulls him out of his reverie. And then it happens so quickly, with San barely having any time to blink, that now you're already straddling his hips. San's chest heaves at the sight of you on top of him.

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splaede · 2 years ago

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AFTER DARK. Armin Arlert (CH. 3)

☰ pairings: Armin x Reader, Slight Eren x Reader

┌─ ✮⭒｡ story summary: Armin was tired of being seen as an innocent, goody-two-shoes, little flower boy. Instead, he wanted to be seen in a more romantic and…sexual light. You just couldn’t turn down a sweet boy like him, so you agreed to hone his charms and teach him special…skills.

And he turned out to be much more powerful (and hotter) than you'd ever expected.

└─ ✩⭒｡ story #tags: fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, friends w benefits, drama, jealousy, hurt/comfort, manipulative armin, virgin armin, loss of virginity, childhood friends, lots of tension, nerd armin, and then he glows up, love triangles, unrequited love, gaslighting, lots of buildup

☰ CHAPTER THREE. armin's transformation

┌─ ✮⭒｡ chapter summary: Armin takes you out.

└─ ✩⭒｡ chapter warnings: very subtle gaslighting

☰ table of contents | previous chapter | next chapter

You were mid-home-from-work routine when you received a text from Armin. As you unloaded your belongings from your bag, you picked up your phone from the table.

Lately, it seemed as if Armin had been talking to you quite a lot—more than he already did, no less.

Armin: Are you free later?

Ah, typical question. Since it was summer, the time spent with your friends was no longer limited to the weekends, minus the time spent outside of class hours and whenever your schedules didn't conflict. Even with your job, you were much more available compared to the academic year.

Despite having seen Armin almost every day for the last decade of your life, you never hesitated when it came to seeing more of your friends.

You: im free

just got home from work

Armin: Okay, sounds great

Do you want to hang out?

I want to take you somewhere

You: of course i do

where?

Armin: It’s a surprise

It’s really important and I need your help

I’d like for you to come along

You: armin this is really suspicious

but sure

surprise me

Armin: I swear it's nothing suspicious

You: is eren or mikasa coming?

Armin: No

Just you and me

I’ll pick you up from your house

Maybe sometime in the next hour?

You: okay sounds great

and whats the dress code?

Armin: Dress code is very casual

Please don't worry too much about it

You: i trust you armin...

see you

ill start getting ready

Armin: Tell me when you're ready!

See you!

Just the two of you? Just what was he up to? Not that you guys hadn't hung out alone before, but it was almost always the four of you as a group. With recent light of his insecurities and crush on Annie, you began to think it had something to do with that.

Then where could he possibly take you? Where would you even fit to benefit him in this situation?

You remembered the conversation from last night. He probably just wanted to finish it. After all, you were the one that offered to continue. But it felt like a hefty job, and you were unsure if you were suited for the task.

It wasn't as if you were obligated to help him. Still, you just couldn't help but want to—you felt like you needed to. It was hard to come by people like Armin, who was nothing but kind and considerate towards you. Now that your most dedicated pillar of support had finally come to you for help, it was time to repay the favor. You were afraid to fail him when he had already done so much for you.

Still, part of you was excited. You would do anything in your power to win over his crush.

You'd brush it off for now, though, since you needed to get ready.

Armin's car had been parked within a short walking distance. From your door to his, there was only the scuttle of your shoes on the cracked pavement and the distant sound of whirring cars.

"Hey." He flashed you a welcoming, warm smile.

You scooted into the passenger seat, mirroring his smile. "Hey, Armin."

As you shut the door, you couldn't help but breathe in the familiarity of his car. It was the usual: light air conditioning, quiet music, and that friendly fragrance of his car seats. A mix of something woody and rosy—his cologne—and the minty-ness of the cup container filled with that gum he seemed to always chew.

Armin was never unkempt, always clean, and smelled of his body wash, a warm vanilla scent—a scent that reminded you of home.

You mentally backtracked. You were glad he wasn't a mind reader, or else he'd find out you had been shamelessly smelling him and his car.

"Is that Eren's sweater?"

His voice broke you out of your thoughts, and he shot you a long glance as you buckled your seatbelt.

You looked down.

Oh.

You nearly forgot. The centerpiece of your outfit was none other than one of Eren's sweaters that he had given you yesterday. How could you have forgotten? The sweater hanging off your body was a blatant reminder of your sort-of feelings for him, which you couldn’t help but convince yourself were platonic rather than romantic.

Despite the hot weather, you threw it on, determined to wear it even if you suffered from heatstroke.

"Maybe it is,” you replied with a shrug, tone teasing.

Armin only responded with an airy chuckle. The car was moving now, a subtle reminder that he had brought you here for a reason. Before you could even ask, a notification on your phone chimed, ringing loud throughout the quiet interior.

Texts from your group chat.

Eren: mikasa and i are getting something to drink right now

you guys wanna join?

you can come meet us there

i'll send the address

we're also getting dinner later so come along

i'm paying

You blinked, rereading the text.

Mikasa and I are getting something to drink right now.

Mikasa and I.

Right now.

Oh.

Had they been making plans in private, only deciding to ask the group chat as a last-minute decision? The two seemed to already be together, after all. You knew that not everything had to be a four-person activity, but knowing that the two were alone together felt strange. You couldn't shake off your uneasiness.

No, no, you were thinking too hard about it. In fact, you were alone with Armin right now. Eren and Mikasa had their own lives and their own choices, and it was all just in your head. This was normal—you had done the same before.

Were you jealous?

You watched the front window view slow from moving buildings to lone traffic lights as yellow flickered into red. You then looked at Armin, who was swooping back his long hair and adjusting his glasses.

"Eren just texted. He and Mikasa are getting something to drink right now and dinner later. He wants to know if we can join,” you finally said.

Armin's eyebrows furrowed. "Oh, drinks...? Eren and Mikasa are...?" He paused, trailing off.

…Together?

Armin spared you a pitying glance, and despite your effort to mask it, he read the disappointment from your expression.

"Don't worry, Y/N, it's the usual. We always go get milkshakes together. All four of us. Maybe Eren was already texting her, or maybe he was driving near her place and decided to drop by. He's done this before with all of us." Armin extended his hand over the console to yours, where he placed his fingers on your wrist and rubbed circles on your hand with his thumb. "Don't think too much into it, okay? It could just be all in your head."

You nodded.

"We might not be able to get drinks right now, but we can catch them at dinner if that's okay with you." He smiled reassuringly.

You thought it was ironic. The thought of Eren and Mikasa off on their own and leaving you and Armin out worried you, but here you were, alone with Armin and heading off to who knows where. You could only laugh at yourself.

Speaking of which...

"Armin, you haven't told me where we're going."

A cherry, tantalizing smile inched up his face.

"Sorry, you're right. I haven't."

Armin tilted his head towards you, turning ever so slightly until you could see his pretty blue-eyed smile.

"We're going to a barber shop."

You waited for him to finish, raising a brow.

"I'm going to get a haircut."

Your eyes widened.

"You're—what?"

Instantly, your eyes darted to his hair—long and clean and fair on his shoulders. Never once was it tangled or dirty, only silky and faultless as it always seemed. You suddenly found yourself threading your fingers through his locks.

"Wait, are you serious?"

All of this suspense, only to find out you two were going to a barbershop. Even as you pondered the reasoning behind the dramatic wait, you couldn't help but laugh at the silliness of it.

"Yeah! I am. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I just wanted to tell you in person rather than through text." Armin replied, bashfully craning his neck away from your hand that was still in his hair. "Hey, that tickles."

You retracted your hand, laughing, but your thoughts were still swarming with the fact that Armin Arlert wanted his hair cut. Armin Arlert, whose blonde tresses had always framed his face and neck.

"I can't believe it. What type of haircut are you getting?"

One of his hands left the wheel and clumsily felt for his plugged-in phone on the console, handing it to you. You took it without a thought.

"I saved some pictures on my phone if you want to look. You know my password, right?"

You hummed in response, pressed in the digits of his phone password, and swiped around until you found his camera roll. His recent photos consisted of various sunset shots (or sunrise, since you knew Armin was an early bird) that were taken from his bedroom window and the aforementioned hairstyle pictures. A good handful of them, too, all in different angles and lighting.

Wow, Armin sure was thorough for one simple haircut.

"I want an undercut, but I want to keep my hair up to my ears. Kinda like—"

"Kinda like Levi?" You smirked. You eyed him shrewdly, and if you weren't so caught up in your joke, you would've seen him mirthfully roll his eyes with a childish smile.

Armin paused to consider his words, and after chuckling, he spoke. "I've been thinking about getting a haircut for a while now, but I didn't decide until last night. I searched around for some references this morning, and you were talking about him yesterday. You said...you said he was hot."

An easy, brief smile made its way to your lips. "His hair is only one of the many things that make him hot."

You found it cute that Armin had remembered your banter about Professor Ackerman last night.

Speaking of last night, you wondered if he was going to mention your conversation—hopefully regarding how he wanted you to help him. Right now would be a fitting time, wouldn't it? You and Armin, alone in his car. He poured his feelings out once here, so maybe he'd do it twice.

"If you think his hair looks good, then I hope it’ll suit me, too. I just...want a change for once. I'm sure a lot of people would agree."

You almost frowned at that. Growing up, Armin rarely came out of his soft shell, known as the small-framed and timid boy who was overshadowed by his best friend's tenacity when his brains were the only asset at his disposal. Although he seemingly had long grown out of that shell and pushed past that shadow, you knew better.

"Are you doing this for Annie? Armin, I know I've said this before, but don't ever feel like you need to change for somebody."

Him changing himself to fit someone else felt wrong.

"I know, but this is for me. It's only a haircut, nothing big."

Despite the guise of a smile he put on, despite the way he'd brushed it off, deep down, he was still the insecure boy you grew up with. But if he truly was as honest as he sounded and wanted this for himself, then you wanted it, too.

"If you say so. Then I guess you're right. Either way, I think you're going to look great. Annie is definitely going to notice how amazing you look."

When you turned to him, you didn't realize he was already staring at you. He hurriedly shook his head and shied away from your stare with a soft chuckle. His lips parted to say something, but you didn't give him the chance before you butted in.

"I still can't believe it. No more long hair. It was practically a part of you." You eyed him, or rather, his hair. "This is a big deal."

He let his fingers run through his locks, twisting and brushing the strands away. "Yeah. Everyone will be so surprised."

It seemed as if he wanted to say more, but you butted in again. "And thanks for always driving me, by the way. You're always picking me up, even if I have a car."

His one hand came to frantically wave you off while the other fumbled with turning the wheel. "No, it's okay. I'm always the one asking you to pick you up, anyway. I like driving you." He smiled.

Before you could thank him, it was his turn to cut you off.

"We're here."

All of your previous doubts about Eren and Mikasa and the initial shock of Armin's announcement flew out the window and into the sunny skies.

The anticipation was unbearable. The two of you were now parked in front of the barbershop, and Armin was about to get his haircut.

You were going to be the first to witness it.

All you registered when you walked in was the sound of the bell’s chime, and you then found yourself sitting knee-to-knee with Armin as you waited for his appointment, looking down at his phone while he swiped back and forth on his screen.

Armin stilled and tilted his phone towards you. "Do you think I should go with this photo?"

"Yeah, it looks good. Or better yet, you could show them a pic of Professor Ackerman."

His expression became a mix of what seemed like embarrassment and bewilderment before he stammered, "What?! No—no way, I'm going to look like a fool. Professor Ackerman is practically known by everyo—"

You gasped and instantly slapped your hand against his shoulder, or rather, what you thought was his shoulder, but instead, you smacked him square in the face. He jolted back in shock and didn't have time to blink before you redirected his head. "Look! Your barber is ready for you."

Armin stood up, glancing back and shooting you an incredulous look. You only sheepishly mouthed sorry to him in return.

You waited until he sat down before you took your eyes off him. Armin Arlert was about to cut his hair to the shortest length it's ever been.

Now, all there was to do was to wait some more.

In the meantime, you needed to text Eren back, which you had forgotten to do earlier. You saw that Armin had already replied, likely sometime after you walked in and before you two sat down.

Armin: Sorry, I was driving

I’m with y/n right now

We can't make it for drinks, but dinner sounds nice!

You: eren whats the address?

we’ll be there for sure

Hopefully, you would. Free dinner, right?

Minutes later, Eren responded.

Eren: [Current Location]

It looked like they were there already.

You quickly tapped on the link to his location and a restaurant named "Trost's Kitchen" came into view. You had only ever eaten there twice in your life: one time as a child with your family and the second time as a high school student to tease Jean at his part-time waiter job.

If Armin's session went by fast, then you'd be able to drive there with just enough spare time to eat before Eren and Mikasa finish their meals. You amused yourself with how they would react to Armin's hair. Shocked? Confused? Hell, you hadn’t even seen it yourself yet.

For the next few minutes, all you did on your phone was text and scroll.

No, scratch that, you had fallen asleep.

Someone tapped you.

You didn't realize how much time had already passed. Definitely more than those measly few minutes that you spent texting and mindlessly scrolling.

After groggily blinking, your eyes trailed up to find the culprit.

Before you stood a new man.

What was once silky, smooth hair down his neck was now a sleek undercut and cropped short to his ears—just how he wanted, and you could now see his jawline and the innocent skin of his neck. He still kept his bangs, though, which were blonde and neat on his forehead.

You must've been staring too long because Armin nervously looked to the side.

His hand suddenly went up to his face, clasping around your wrist. You didn't even realize that it was there. It had just subconsciously occurred to you that you should reach up and softly intertwine your fingers with his golden locks.

You never noticed how round his cheekbones were, how softened his cheeks looked, or how much of a sharp jawline he had.

Hair really could change a person, huh.

And to your surprise, you had overlooked something even bigger than his new hair. As you followed the undercut to the curve of his ears, you narrowed your eyes at the empty space. He wasn't wearing his glasses. Nothing sat on the ridges of his ears. No thick, black-rimmed lenses around his eyes—nothing but his wispy, blonde lashes that fluttered with each blink. He must've taken them off during the haircut.

Armin seemed to have worked up a ripe, dusky blush with the way you were gently caressing him. His ears flushed a sweet shade of pink, too, just like his cheeks.

"God, you look so good." Your hand withdrew from his head. "You're really attractive, Armin."

You took one more thorough look at his face.

He looked mature.

He looked...hot.

Armin couldn’t seem to decide between meeting your eyes or looking away as you gazed at him. His face reddened when he lopsidedly smiled and squeaked out, "Thank you."

Your hand interlaced with his and you beamed brightly. "Let's go. Have you paid?"

He nodded with a smile.

Then you two were out the door, and when you looked back, his glasses were already back on.

"So...why did I have to come again?"

His eyes flitted to his hand, enclosed by yours. "Um, moral support, I guess...? I don't know. I just felt like you should be the first to see it. I wanted you to be here because it made sense with our... agreement ."

The sky had become a myriad of pretty oranges and yellows, but the blues barely peeked out from behind gray clouds. It made the sunset a little too murky, too pitiless, and too sullen for a summer evening.

"About our agreement..." By now, you two were fastened into your seats and out of the parking lot. "How did you want me to help you?"

He spared you a glance. "Truthfully, I'm not sure. I know you have experience, so however your past lovers got you to like them, apply that to me and Annie."

"So, are you and Annie close?"

"No, we're not that close."

"Do you at least talk to her like you talk to me?"

Lines between his brows formed as he drew them together, his vivid blue eyes flickering aside in confusion. "What do you mean...?"

You shook your head and dismissed him with a wave. "Nevermind."

Surprisingly, Armin didn't press on. You didn't, either. Instead, you turned to your phone.

You: on our way

It wasn't long until you reached Trost's Kitchen. It only took a couple of minutes that had passed by way too fast because you were busy jamming out to songs after he gave you the aux.

The two of you stepped out. It was warmer than you expected, especially after the comfort of the car's air conditioning, and the sunset had long faded away into the night.

You: we're here

Neither you nor Armin exchanged any words on your stroll into the restaurant and merely enjoyed the comfortable silence that you two always seemed to slip into. You were met with the shade of the portico and the chime of bells as Armin opened the door for you.

The bustle of conversation and clank of silverware greeted you at once. You briefly raked your eyes over the rows and rows of tables.

"Okay, wow, it's really busy here," you muttered.

You wanted to send one last text before you deemed yourself too clingy. By now, Eren would've already replied like he usually did on outings like these. Even if he did frequently ignore your messages, you knew that he wouldn't put his phone down until everyone had arrived.

You: please tell me you got a table for four

As soon as you sent that text, Armin nudged your shoulder.

"Y/N? Look..."

In a far corner of the dining space, you saw a woman with short, black hair that you knew all too well and a man with messily tied up brown hair that you knew even better.

Mikasa and Eren. At a two-seater table.

What was only a downward tug on your lips deepened into a frown when you watched them get touchy and enjoy themselves. Had they always been this touchy?

"Kinda looks like they're on a date," you noted.

Armin’s eyes didn’t stray from them when he asked, "You okay, Y/N?"

"Yeah. Let's just get a table."

To your luck, there weren't any available tables near them. At this rate, it'd be a miracle that you'd be seated anytime soon. With the line of people in the reception area and the rows of occupied tables, you almost considered eating somewhere else.

"You might just be overthinking it. It's okay, Y/N, I promise. It just...looks like what you think it looks like."

You gave Eren and Mikasa's general direction one more gander before you allowed Armin your full attention. "Nah, I don't think you're seeing what I'm seeing."

His lips pursed into a thin line. "No, I see. I'm sorry. Do you want to go to a different place, then? I'll pay."

You thought about the texts you had just sent. Wouldn't it be weird to just disappear? You were disappointed, but you didn't feel like interrupting the two at the table. Not that you had much of a choice, anyway—not with packed guests and the long wait.

"I don't know. We came all this way and I told Eren we'd come." you sighed. "But it's better if we find another place. We can tell the others later."

Before you, Armin extends his hand, and all it's doing is insinuating you should leave. "Okay. I'll make it up to you. Let's go, then."

He was all honeyed words and lopsided smiles, so you didn't hesitate, not even a bit, to take his hand. As you're leaving and talking, you let him draw you closer to the sound of his calming voice.

Under the ghostly evening lights of the restaurant front, you clutched onto the sleeve of Eren's sweater with your free hand as Armin pulled you away with the other.

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