#However I accidentally caught this moment live and have been thinking about it ever since

[cheese-water]

Leo and Sunny together gives me tons of feelings because at surface level, it’s just two very similar girls fighting over very childish things like who copied who and who likes Pepito more. But looking deeper made me realize just how similar they are.

It’s a funny coincidence that both Sunny and Leo have pivotal character moments when they interact. One right before and one right after.

Sunny’s is the mermaid family meeting with Tubbo before she was told about Leo’s prank, and it’s hard to watch. This little girl so desperately wants to be loved by others. She so desperately wants her other parents to meet her and take care of her that she’ll take any semblance of them and love it to moon and back. It’s too bad the remaining shards she has are horror stories and a body by the dock.

Leo’s happens right after saying “hola” and a few other words to Sunny and running away up the hill. When Foolish catches up to her, she’s already sitting in a chair and partway through watching a video. The video was an ai Foolish cover of Gary come home in spanish but replaced Gary with Vegetta (Vegetta vuelve a mí). Leo continues watching and it becomes apparent just how much she is affected by her other father’s disappearance. The depressing scene only darken when discovering that the ai cover was made a month before she disappeared. Two and a half months is a dangerously long time to hold out hope. Especially when it can all come crashing down on you in an instant.

Leo and Sunny are deeply lonely and crave the love and attention from their other parents that their single dads just can’t provide. They’re just a couple of girls god damnit let them live :(

[screeching-bunny]

I'm intrigued by the idea of yandere priest harem.

Just a bunch of sexually repressed men that now have a tangible person to 'worship'.

Yandere! Priest Harem

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

Tags: @endism

What the fuck. You can’t believe it but you accidentally started a cult. You weren't sure how but you managed to do it. Everything about it was planned perfectly for you. From the moment you were kidnapped to the moment where you gave in, there was always some sort of routine that the priest followed that seemed almost robotic. Every word or phrase spoken to you seemed somewhat rehearsed as if they were doing everything in their power to make you pleased and happy. Everything that you requested or asked for was quickly met. Did you just say that you were hungry? Don’t worry, wait a couple more minutes and a feast will be made just for you. Did something catch your eye while you were shopping? In a couple minutes it is purchased and given to you. Never in your life had you seen a group more downbad people then these priests. They are incredibly whipped for you and treat you as if you were some kind of God.

Although you were kidnapped you soon learned to just accept the role as their false God. Why? Well to simply put you were just plain lazy and if being kidnapped allowed you to live a luxurious life without needing to work then so be it. Screw having a job and screw having to pay for bills. You will accept this position with grace and take advantage of it however you would like. The only thing that bothered you was why the hell were people joining this stupid cult!?!? By now you expected the stupid priests to run out of money by now due to your spending habits but why on Earth are people still continuing to donate to them!?!? There just always seems to be a never ending supply of money!!!

“Did you see them? The God of this religion is such a cutie. Do you think I have a shot at becoming a priest? Hell, I wouldn’t even mind being a sacrifice to them.” (Go away).

“I just donated my entire retirement fund to them. It’s so worth it. Did you see how cute their sneezes are? I could literally just die!!!” (Then die).

“I shook their hand a few days ago with my right hand. I haven’t washed it since.” (Gross).

Dammit that's why. You're so called “followers” were nothing but a group of some weirdo simps. The only thing that you ever did around this place was give speeches to your cult that came right out of your ass and they would eat it up everytime too. It is so bad that you could literally say that the Earth was flat and they would go to war to defend that you were right. You’ve never seen a group of more stupider people. As of right now you were currently giving out one of those bullshit speeches to your followers.

“... which is why cats are superior over dogs. If you have a cat tell them I said pspspspsp.”

One of the priests raises their hand, “Can you repeat that whole thing again? That was super cute and I forgot to press record.”

Another priest responds with, “Don’t worry I caught it all and I’ll send it to you later. In exchange, can I have that limited edition picture of them sleeping with a teddy bear.”

Another voice shouts, “Wait! I have some never seen before photos of them. Are you willing to trade it for the limited edition picture?”

“...”

Later that night you soon discover that there is a “trading card game” going around the cult using your pictures. You weren’t even sure how they even managed to take these photos but they somehow have them and how were these mass produced without you even noticing!?!? Why are they out of stock and why are they so popular!?!? Everyday is a never ending migraine for you. Just when you thought the priests couldn’t disappoint you even further, they always manage to prove you wrong. If they weren’t the ones feeding you, you would have been long gone by now.

Waking up always felt like a struggle most of the time. Like it literally was a struggle because there was always someone in your bed with you. They would constantly cuddle up to you as close as possible and make it difficult to leave the bed with their weight holding you down. By the time you wake up breakfast is already made and there is someone constantly fighting to decide who gets to feed you. After breakfast, you stroll around the gigantic garden that was funded with the money of taxpayers. Afternoons are spent giving out wack speeches and talking to your loyal followers. Dinners are the same as breakfast and there is competition on who gets to bathe with you. Quite often these end up turning physical fights between everyone. During the night you're out like a light and it’s a repeat of everything the next day.

Every passing day makes you so concerned for the mental health of others. There is just no way that any of these people are mentally sane. They have to be on drugs or something. You refused to believe that these were rational adults that are contributing members of society. No matter how much you try to change your personality, they always find a way to coo at you. On the days that you act like a brat you are met with the responses of, “Oh my god look at them pout that's so adorable!! Now step on me–”. On the days you act lazy it’s met with, “You don’t have to move I’ll do it all for you! Just let me lick your–”. Are you acting happy today? Well that's met with, “Your smile is so radiant! You know what would make your day better if you let me suck–”. In the end though it really doesn’t matter because their main goal in life is to forever worship your being whether you like it or not.

[kinda-indecisive]

｡･:*:･ﾟ Your Journal ﾟ･:*:･｡

How I imagine the reactions of the LaDS guys when they accidentally find a notebook you (MC) decorated the cover of with their name.

Part 1: The Zayne and Rafayel Edition!

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Zayne

~ ~ He doesn’t want to embarrass you, so he won’t mention it ~ ~

When he arrived at your place to pick you up, he found that you’d been so engrossed in your research on aether cores that you hadn’t noticed the time that had passed since you’d begun. 

Though looking forward to spending time with you, he tried to be considerate and offered to reschedule to the next time you two weren’t busy. 

Knowing how uncertain your schedules were, however, you weren’t having that. Running around the place getting ready for your day out together, Zayne waited patiently for you in your living room.

You’d left all your papers out on the table when you left. Wanting to trust that you would tell him if you discovered anything important, he resisted the temptation to peer at your notes. However, something had caught his eye when he allowed himself a small glance in that direction.

It was your familiar handwriting on the upper corner of a notebook, quickly tucked under the pile of papers and files. It was his name in your familiar handwriting, surrounded by a cutesy little heart.

His head tilted as he glanced toward your door to make sure you weren’t coming in before gently lifting the mess that tried to hide the journal beneath. 

Your handwriting was scrawled all over the cover. Little doodles of hearts and snowflakes. And, of course, his name over and over again—in cursive, print, bubble letters, and other scripts he didn’t know the names of.

His initial surprise quickly swelled into a feeling of shyness, then immense affection as he realized that you had spent your time apart thinking about him while making these little doodles. Maybe you’d even done it subconsciously, your mind wandering to him whenever you had a free moment.

The journal is returned to its place under the piles of paper by the time you appear, Zayne seeming not to have moved since you left him. He has a smile around his eyes when you tell him you’re ready to go and you’re relieved that he doesn’t seem bothered about having to wait. 

Zayne is grateful that you remain oblivious to how his ears redden ever so slightly when he randomly finds himself thinking about this incident over the next couple of weeks.

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Rafayel

~ ~ Did you really think he wouldn’t say anything about it? ~ ~

You weren’t expecting to bump into him on your way back home from the café, having taken some time from your day off to meet up with a couple friends. However, as you were leaving, you quite literally bumped into him, your face spreading with heat as your things fell from your hands and scattered over the pavement.

“Is this what I’m paying you for, Miss Bodyguard? And here I thought you were supposed to be protecting me?” he teased, and you looked up in both surprise and relief to see it was someone you knew instead of a stranger.

“Rafayel! Ah, well… I was training you. Preparing you for any sneak attacks,” you quipped back, “Obviously you still have a lot to work on.”

He grinned, then bent down, “Here. Let me help.”

You were busy picking up the colored pencils that had scattered and rolled away when you both froze in place. At the exact same time you remembered the existence of the journal, he had seen it.

Quickly swiping it up and burying it in your arms, you pray that you imagined his reaction to it. But when you both straighten up again, he looks at you with a big smile and you know you’re in for it.

“What in the world was that?” he asks loudly, making your face flush with an even more intense heat.

“What was what?”

You try to play dumb but, before you realize it, he’s already plucked the journal from your hands in a fluid swipe, making you gasp and frown.

“It’s just as I thought. You’re soooo obsessed with me!” he teases, raising the notebook higher and out of your reach.

“It’s always nice to have admirers. So rarely do I get to be the muse, it’s a damn shame,” he continues, ignoring your flailing as he examines your work, “I really love the embellishments. Especially these little conch shells on the border. They’re not terribly original, but they’re still pretty cute.”

After a little more flailing and reaching on your behalf, he finally seems content with his critique of your handiwork, handing the journal back and watching you shove it into your backpack with a sideways glare in his direction.

He allows you to change the subject as you hang out a little while longer. However, just before you two part, he brings it up again with a wink.

“Don’t even worry about it. You should see some of the sketches  I have of you laying around my studio. Those would definitely make you blush.”

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Xavier and Sylus edition coming soon!*

*as soon as I stop procrastinating on formatting it like this one lol Tumblr ate my first draft and I have to redo it :P

UPDATE: Here’s Part 2: The Xavier and Sylus edition

UPDATE #2: Masterlist link

[aboutzatanna]

Review: Zatanna: Bring Down The House #1-5

Overall, I would give this story a 3/10.

**SPOILERS AHEAD**

The main strength of the mini series is the incredible art by Javier Rodriguez. Under DC's 'Black Label' imprint, writers are free to reinterpret characters without the burdens of continuity and explore different takes on familiar character. The primary story of this mini however, as written by Mariko Tamaki , left a lot to be desired.

In this universe, a childhood incident involving her accidentally killing another kid with magic lead to Zatanna suppressing her power. Also in this universe, Zatara is not a good father, but a cold neglectful one who also seemingly perishes whilst trying to have Zatanna do real magic.

In this universe, Zatanna lives with her rabbits in a shabby condo, does magic shows for free (which raises questions on how she makes a living) and refuses to utter the word magic. Everything changes however, when Zatanna gets caught up in a war between the casters and the demons. Oh and there is also a talking bunny rabbit. Also, John Constantine is also in the series because of course he is.

The story starts off with an interesting premise but it never builds up on it. Okay, so Zatanna accidentally kills a kid with her magic. What about the other kids present there? Do they know what happened? If so why didn't they tell everyone? What about the kids parents? We see one panel with 'Missing' posters with that kids photos. Did Zatanna ever clear it up with their kids parents?

Then there is Zatara, unlike other versions, this Zatara is cold, distant and neglectful of Zatanna. He teaches her the magic that got the boy killed and nearly gets himself killed while trying to take Zatanna's powers for himself. It begs the question; since regular Zatanna became a stage magician because it was family business and because she loved her Dad, why would she pursue it in this universe if their relationship was not good? What does she get out of it? What makes it worthwhile for her? It also makes you wonder how other characters in this universe (aside from the Casters) perceived Zatara. Did they seem him as a hero without knowing of his dark side? Or did they find him off? We see a brief photo of Zatara's Golden Age nemesis, Tigress which makes you wonder what their relationship might have been like.

There is also the character of Miss Perkins who wants to hire Zatanna to perform at the Millenium Hotel Group. It leads you to wonder why, since this Zatanna has not been shown to be a particularly impressive stage magician. There is also a mention of the Justice League coming to knock on her door, which also makes you wonder, why? Because this Zatanna isn't one known for her feats of heroics. As far as she knew she only cast two spells in her life and they both went haywire, she didn't even known she was casting spells in her sleep until the rabbit told her and they were pretty benign ones. The League appears at the end again to offer her membership but you're left scratching your head again because the big showdown with her Dad happened in her head. So what exactly drew the League to this version of Zatanna?

John Constantine's presence in the story feels unnecessary as well. He didn't provide any exposition that couldn't have been provided by the Rabbit. Feels like he was there because every modern writer these days seems to think every Zatanna story has to have Constantine in it. If the story needed some fanservice then Zee could have hooked up with anyone. About the only positive I could give the scene is that when offered the choice of laying low and going into a fight with little to no control of her powers, Zatanna chooses to instead face her father head on. I like that part but I don't think John needed to be in the story for that to happen.

With the exception of that moment where she decides to confront her father and the actual confrontation itself, Zatanna spends the whole story getting knocked about like a leaf in the wind. A strucutre like that isn't a problem but the story never fills out the details or give us any deeper insight to her character.

Stuff happens because the writer things these beats need to happen in a Zatanna story and not because they make sense according to the plot. Zatanna finds out that her ex was sent to kill her, the same ex who left her one night with a birthday present and never called, the same ex that whisked her away to Paris to save her from a genocide and he only told her because he blurted it out incidentally and she decided to pry it out of him.

This Zatanna grew up afraid and guilty of using magic because it backfired and killed a child her own age as well as her own Dad. She spends her days bouncing from foster home to foster home and becomes a stage magician because......?????. None of it is made clear within the context of a story, she is a stage magician because the character is classically a stage magician. Why she even becomes one in this universe given the baggage she carries is a mystery.

Also, what about her mom? The series gives us the Palace of Casters, the Stranger and the Celestial as the place where Zatara hails from and became their greatest magician. I'm not opposed to giving Zatara a different backstory in an out of continuity title but Sindella already comes from a magical land and is sorcerer herself. Can't help but wonder if the story would have worked better if it had been about Sindella trying to guide her daughter and help her overcome her grief and make peace with her past.

Overall, the mini follows a formula that's become all too trite in recent years: there is a war on magic/magic is dying/some powerful being is devouring magic --> Zatanna's power is not working/not enough or she doesn't get whats happening --> Constantine appears to show how much more smarter and competent he is than Zatanna or any other magical --> they sleep together but it turns out he was lying to her or keeping secrets from her --> Zatanna is mad (usually) but eventually gets her mojo back and confronts the threat and beats it easily.

Rinse and repeat since the Nu 52 reboot in 2011. When Dini wrote the Zatanna ongoing in 2010, the main problem was not having villains that could match up to her power. Now the problem is writers not wanting her to be good at or competent character at all.

Coming back to full circle, the main highlight of the mini is the art by Javier Rodriguez; the sequence where Zatanna is running and a shadow is chasing her was eerie and well done. The dream like sequences of her speaking to her Dad were very well composed with some great colour choices. The action sequences from the theater to the Caster's palace to the one in Zatanna's mind felt appropriately cinematic. You can feel that something big was happening. The artwork was lush and the panel layouts were very creative. In my opinion, the best sequence was the climax with Zatanna confronting her Dad. The final panel with her blowing his dusty remains away was >chefs kiss< .

But ultimately the story itself needed to be better fleshed out.

This mini didn't quite meet my expectations. Lets hope the next one by Jamal Cambell is better.

[sadly-in-active]

Hey Dazai abuser

It’s me.

Can I request Sablé Cookie x a fallen angel reader???

🌝

(I know damn well that this situation would never be canon but I can dream)

Sincerely, 🌸 Anon

I’m going to throw you off of a cliff (again) because you keep reviving 💔 and you’re also my buddy on this blog why don’t you write it yourself I literally gave you my email 🤦‍♂️ /silly /affectionate

Sablé Cookie x Fallen Angel Reader

Summary: You, a fallen angel, were cast out by the Divines, your wings scorched and damaged by their punishment. When you landed in the mud of the Lower City of the Créme Republic, Sablé, a powerful politician, found you. Concerned for your well-being, she called for guards to get you treated. Afterward, she took you to her home, where you woke up from a month-long coma.

TW: Mentions of religion, abuse, blood (I’m not calling it strawberry jam no more it’s too much), I write like I’m playing project sekai, suicidal thoughts

While you were in your coma, Sablé always talked with Baumkuchen about your recovery, since she was quite fascinated on how you even came to be. Angels weren’t a big topic in the Créme Republic, but any paintings or statuettes of these winged beauties always caught her eye. She managed to make time to visit you while you were still gravely injured, examining you. Heck, she even sketched you in her notebook at times while you were unconscious.

Surprisingly, your recovery was speedy, but you were still unconscious. When Baumkuchen noticed that, he was a bit shocked, to be honest. No normal being should’ve been able to recover in under a week. Those were severe injures, as severe as the ones he got. He wanted to study you, but in more of the medicinal aspects. However, Sablé insisted on taking you back to her mansion, which the other Elder reluctantly agreed. They both kept a vow never to tell anyone about you, not yet of course. There would be too much questions. Too much risk.

—

Once you woke up, she was sitting right beside your bedside, sketching you once more. But don’t worry, she stopped once she noticed you were awake. She answered most of your questions, so you basically got the gist of what happened in the past month while you were recovering. She was smart enough to know that asking you questions would just make you more stressed, and she didn’t want that to happen to a wonderful beast like you!

But over the next week or two, as you continued to get better, the two of you started talking more. However, you seemed quite detached and quiet, as if you didn’t have a purpose anymore. Sablé questioned why you looked so solemn, but she wasn’t expecting that her suspicions were correct.

Ever since you were cast out by the Divines, you didn’t have any sense of purpose anymore. Your devotion disappeared, the only reason you lived was to serve. Now that you can’t, things have been getting worse. You questioned whether continuing to live was even worth it. If the Divines wouldn’t accept you, then who would?

Who could ever compare to such beings?

—

Since that conversation, Sablé has tried to make you her muse. Always painting you, making you model for her as she sculpts you…she just wanted to keep you close. Sure, you still felt like it was kind of a waste of time, but in those moments, you did have a purpose. Being a muse. Sometimes…you actually felt joy. Not from being carelessly and foolishly devoted to one who couldn’t even bother to acknowledge you, but joy from being regarded. Joy from not getting punished every time you accidentally messed up or moved around.

Oh, speaking of your wings, they’re much more healed now. Not well enough to fly, but enough to where the wounds you got before are practically gone, now replaced by a new set of black and light grey feathers. Hm. So they really did change from being white as snow to grey as ash. It made sense, well, a little.

She loves touching your wings, if you allow her to. She thinks they’re both beautiful and extremely soft, and seeing a slight blush on your face and little widened eyes as she combs her finger through them made her chuckle softly. Despite saying how emotionless and detached you are, you still seemed to process physical touch and feel some kind of emotion. Sablé also got a bit surprised when she tried to pet your feathered back and you had such a surprised and embarrassed reaction.

And yes, she did read about birds soon after. Well, she knew that your back was now a bit of an off-limits area…for now, at least. 😀

—

The day that she kissed you was the day you truly gained a purpose. It was completely normal, you were being told to pose for a painting, but she had to get something. Sablé told you to keep your eyes closed, which you did, and went to grab her stuff. After doing so, she walked up to you and pressed a kiss against your lips, quick and sweet, before telling you to open your eyes.

But honestly? Your eyes were wide open the moment she kissed you, so many thoughts and sudden emotions running through your head. Sablé could see that, but she tried to playfully brush it off. (She knew damn well how you were feeling in that moment)

You couldn’t help but reach your arms out to pull her in, pressing your lips against hers as you hugged her closely. She smiled.

[charliewrites-stuff]

The Kings And Queens Of Old

Prince Caspian x oc (Lillian Monroe)

Slight Peter Pevensie x oc

Words: 2k

Chapter 2

Series masterlist

Contrary to popular belief Peter Pevensie is not a troubled boy. Yeah he gets into more fights than the average English school boy and yes he has seemed to have developed a bit of an attitude problem ever since his accidental return from Narnia the year prior. But how would you feel if you spent 15 years in another world, made loads of extraordinary friends and ruled over the country, only for you to one day have that ripped away from you because you stumble across a familiar lamppost and get transported back to your world where you haven't aged a day and a horrible war is still going on?

Peter has ever since been struggling with not receiving the same level of respect he was so used to for 15 years. This led to numerous fights and arguments. 

So that’s how he’s ended up here. The sixteen year old was caught between two boys in his year who he had been having trouble with for the past few months.

The fight started off because the bigger of the two bumped into him purposefully shoving him to the ground and then had the audacity to ask Peter to apologise. And Peter, who was already on a short fuse that morning, made the wise decision to swing at the bully despite being outnumbered. Lucy, who was waiting with the boy, quickly ran off up the stairs of the train station in search of her older sister in hopes that she would be able to talk some sense into the boy.

Despite Peter having spectacular fighting abilities back in Narnia, all of those skills seemed to have disappeared when they returned back home and went back to being children. This meant that he was at a severe disadvantage and was losing horribly.

Peter just about makes out Lucy screaming Edmunds name over all of the other students cheering and screaming before he too joined in the fight to try and help out his older brother. However the fight didn’t last much longer due to the commotion drawing the attention of two soldiers who blew their whistles and broke up the fight, scolding the boys and telling them to “act your age!”

The four siblings make their way to a bench sitting down Edumnd being the last to set down his luggage before he spat out “your welcome.”

Scoffing Peter replies with “I had it sorted.” preceding to slouch down on the bench letting out a sound of discomfort in doing so.

“What was it this time?” Susan asks, tired of her brother's antics.

“He bumped me.”

“So you hit him?” This time it was Lucy who questioned Peter with the same amount of disappointment as her older sister.

“No.” Peter responds and for a moment it seems like he’s going to give a reasonable excuse for the 3rd fight he has had this month, until he continues with “after he bumped me, he tried to get me to apologise. That’s when I hit him.”

“Why can’t you just walk away?”

Peter shoots up in his seat the look of shock on his face making it seem like Susan had just asked him to commit a war crime. “I shouldn't have to!” he shouts, “don’t you ever get tired of being treated like a kid?”

“Uh, we are kids.” Edmund pipes up for the first time since the argument had started.

“Well I wasn’t always.” Peter trails off deep in thought before carrying on. “It has been a year. How long does he expect us to wait?”

Susan, the voice of reason for the group of four, looks at her brother sympathetically before explaining something that had been on her mind for the past few months. “I think it’s time to accept the fact that we live here. It’s no use pretending any different.” She glances up from her brother checking to see if there was any sign of the train when she spots a boy that she was talking to earlier getting closer. Turning back suddenly to her three siblings she whispers “oh no…” before rushing out “pretend like you’re talking to me.”

“We are talking to you” countered Edmund, confused by his sister's request.

But the confusion quickly passed when Lucy jumped from her seat letting out a loud “Ow!”

“Be quiet Lucy” scolds Susan highly unimpressed with her siblings today.

“Something pinched me!” Lucy protests but is quickly interrupted by Peter turning to Edmund with an accusatory look on his face.

“Hey stop pulling!”

“I’m not touching you!” Edmund defends himself by showing his hands to his brother.

Susan who now also feels the strange touches questions “what is that?”

The sound of a train horn fills the platform as the train starts to approach the platform with a speed far too great to be stopping at the station like it is supposed to do.

“It feels like magic,” Lucy whispers in awe.

Peter, in a state of panic and confusion, suddenly grips onto his brother and sister's hands demanding, “quick, everybody hold hands.”

Edmund rips his hand out of Peter's grasp, shouting “I’m not holding your hand!” But Peter isn’t having any of it because he immediately grabs the boy's hand in a firmer grip just as the train speeds past the platform. The surroundings of the station start to vanish, the luggage, the seat, the platform and even the station completely disappear as soon as the train passes leaving the four in some type of cave on a beach. The brothers and sisters take about ten seconds to assess their surroundings and conclude that after a year they have finally been able to make it back to Narnia. The four race towards the water, Peter shoves Edmund and shouts “shame you ain't as quick as me ed!” Whilst Susan screams “last one there is a rotten egg!” Removing their blazers and ties in the process. Once they make it to the water they start to play and splash water at each other, having the most fun any of them have had since before the war started, that is if you don’t count the golden age in Narnia.

Edmund suddenly looks up at the cliff towering over the beach spotting a bunch of ruins and then asks out loud, “where do you suppose we are?”

Peter looks at his brother before sarcastically saying “well, where do you think?”

“Well I don’t remember any ruins in Narnia.” He explains before pointing up at the cliff, the other three following his hand to the ruins of what looks to be a castle.

“We should go take a look” Lucy suggests and the other three quickly agree, following the girl all the way up to the top of the cliff, completely forgetting their discarded uniform. They walk in silence for a few minutes all thinking to themselves of all of the possibilities of what might have happened to Narnia whilst they were gone. On the way to the ruins they walk through an apple orchard where Peter plucks an apple from a nearby tree before polishing it on his jumper.

“Lucy” he calls out turning towards the youngest Pevensie and tossing her the apple.

“Thanks” the girl says, smiling widely at her brother before taking a bite out of the fruit. “Does anyone still have their sandwiches?” Lucy enquiries.

“Well, I left mine in my bag and I left my bag in the train station and then I left the train station in England.” Peter explains approaching the ruins.

“I wonder who lived here,” said Lucy, taking another bite from her apple. 

Susan notices something shining on the ground and picks up the object revealing a very familiar looking golden knight. “I think we did.” The four children gather around the chess piece, Edmunds face lighting up with recognition.

“Hey that’s mine…. From my chess set.”

“Which chess set”

Edmunds rolls his eyes before answering his brother's question. “Well, I didn’t exactly have a solid gold chess set in Finchley, did I?”

Lucy takes a closer look at some of the ruins before letting out a quiet gasp. “It can’t be.” She exclaims before running over to the four circular ruins in the ground.

“Lucy” Peter shouts, not wanting his sister to get herself hurt.

“Don’t you see?” Lucy pleaded, positioning her siblings in their rightful spots.

“What?”

“Imagine walls” Lucy starts to explain after taking her place. “And columns there” gesturing to the sides, “ and a glass roof.” The remaining three take a look listening to the youngests suggestions before it finally clicks.

“Cair Paravel.” Peter lets out in disbelief. The group of four slowly make their way deeper into the ruins, the atmosphere changing ever since they made the discovery of what happened to their home. “What do you suppose happened?”

“Catapults” Edmund responds without a moment of hesitation.

“What?” 

“This didn’t just happen,” Edmund observed. “Cair Paravel was attacked.”

The two brothers spot a hidden wall and immediately make a run for it and start to move the wall to reveal a secret door which Peter doesn’t hesitate to break down. He then proceeds to rip off a piece of his shirt and wraps it around a bit of wood he had obtained from the broken door. He then pats his pockets in search for something to light the makeshift torch with before turning to his siblings for help. “I don’t suppose you have any matches in there, do you?” Peter enquires eyeing up Edmunds satchel.

“No…” Edmund trails off reaching into his bag with a smirk and pulling out his new torch, “but would this help?”

Peter lets out a little laugh whilst saying, “you might’ve mentioned that a bit sooner!”

Edmund turns on his torch leading the group into the underground chamber, they make their way down a long staircase until they reach an old metal gate that separates a room from the rest of the chamber. Edmund, who is still at the front of the group, slowly pushes the gate open resulting in a loud screech that causes him to slightly cringe and step away. Once inside the four siblings realise what the room is after they spot four chests with familiar looking statues behind them. They don't hesitate to rush towards their assigned chests that are full to the brim with their belongings that had been preserved and kept safe from when they were last in Narnia,

“I can’t believe it. It’s all still here.” Peter lets out in disbelief, rummaging through his chest until he comes across a familiar looking sword.

Lucy does the same but instead pulls out an elegant and long dress.

“I was so tall.”

“Well, you were older then.” Susan explains.

“As opposed to hundreds of years later, when you’re younger.” says Edmund, looking at his older brother who has picked up a shield off of the floor before blowing the dust off of the top revealing the face of a lion.

“What is it?” he hears Lucy ask Susan.

“My horn. I must’ve left it on my saddle the day we went back,” she continues to look through her chest with a disappointed look on her face, until she spots her bow and arrows and suppresses a little smile.

Peter finally picks up his sword from the chest looking at the inscription the four know off by heart.

“When Aslan bares his teeth, winter meets its death.” The High King recited.

“And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.” Lucy finishes before realising, “everyone we knew, Mr Tumnus and the beavers, they’re all gone.”  Peter looks at his sister's sad expression with determination before declaring.

“I think it’s time we found out what’s going on.”

[narrans]

A Tall and Small Collection | S2.34 | Music and the Prelude

Dorian stared at the screen. His heart was racing a million miles a minute, which was incredibly far for a Borrower.

Was this real?

Was this even possible?

There was no way…

Ever since Ashlynn gave Dorian the smart device and loaded the GarageBand application onto it, he had been making music non-stop. Everything just felt natural. The way the instruments played at the touch of a button and brought his ideas to life was absolutely unreal. As a Borrower, making music was something you never did. Now? He could live this dream.

Ashlynn, after hearing some of his stuff, thought that he should post it anonymously online to different websites. It took a lot of discussion and soul searching, but Dorian ultimately decided he wanted to share his music.

What was the point of making it if no one was going to listen to it?

So, with Ashlynn’s help and Soren’s blessing, along with a thoughtful reminder that he needed to make sure Borrower kind was not referenced or revealed accidentally, they made him an email account which immediately linked to a YouTube page.

From there, he started uploading his music. He found free online pictures and found out how to put pictures over his music. Dorian even managed to find a few free things called “apps” that let the image move on its own.

For the past few months, he had been posting his music online to different sites until, one day, he saw he had a few comments and things called “subscribers.” They were absolutely thrilled with his music, based on what Ashlynn said when she read the comments to him out loud, and he helped craft a response to each and every one.

It was slow at first, but the comments and views grew.

Dorian thought he was good, but never really that good. He was just pressing buttons and saying what was on his mind.

And, evidently, it had caught fire.

Dorian took a few days away from checking his sites to write and enjoy his music. During those days, something happened and, now, his heart was making his chest ache.

There was no way this was real, right? Those numbers were only ever three numbers deep, right? There were five numbers on them now - 56,389. What did it mean?

Feeling a little nauseous, he stumbled into the living room away from his screen and his studio to see that Ashlynn was sitting on the couch working. He didn’t know where Soren was, but that didn’t matter as much at the moment.

He needed Ashlynn for this - and it felt good to need her.

“Ashlynn!” called Dorian as he jogged up to the sofa where Ashlynn was sitting. She nodded, showing she heard him, but continued typing away on her computer until she reached a good stopping point.

“Yes? Hey Dorian. What’s up?” she asked as she reached down to the floor out of habit and let the teen step onto her palm.

“I have a question for you about the online thing. Um… Do you have a second?” asked Dorian as he grasped Ashlynn’s thumb and let himself be swept upward toward Ashlynn. The moment she saw him, her eyes narrowed.

“Sure, I have a second. Are you feeling alright? You look a bit shaky and pale. Did someone say something mean?” asked Ashlynn as she gingerly set Dorian down on her shoulder and began pulling up his YouTube channel.

“No, I don’t think it was mean. I just released a new song a few days ago and there are a lot of numbers. I… I don’t know what they mean, but I think I do at the same time if that makes sense,” said Dorian. He crouched down low on Ashlynn’s shoulder as his eyes fixed onto the screen. He was shaking in his borrowing boots. Why he felt so jittery, he wasn’t sure, but he had a sneaking suspicion something was about to happen.

Ashlynn nodded and typed with lightning speed and waited only a few seconds for the screen to flick over to Dorian’s page. It was relatively simple. He had Mayzie “paint” a logo and banner, simply calling his segment Dorian’s Attic Tunes.

The moment Ashlynn clicked on the latest video, however, Dorian heard her inhale sharply and felt her stiffen.

“What?” he asked, feeling his nerves spike. “What is it? Is that bad? Or… or does that mean what I think it means?”

“Dorian, this is a lot of views; and look at the comments!” Ashlynn looked through the digital letters which Dorian could only partially understand. Dorian felt himself shaking as Ashlynn read off the comments.

“Dorian, you have an amazing voice. I hope you keep making music. Coming out with an album?”

“Such a great tune! And so true! Keep up the good work!”

“Totally subscribed first. Luv ya man. Keep cranking out tunes.”

Ashlynn continued reading as Dorian’s heart pumped nothing but air. Was this real? How could it be? He had no experience making music. This was just him goofing off.

“Dorian! This is amazing!” cheered Ashlynn, reaching up and carefully rubbing his shoulder. The Borrower teen was absolutely speechless. “And look! Your subscribers are going up every time I refresh the page. Look.”

Ashlynn hit a few buttons and, sure enough, the number changed once again as the screen came up.

“This is amazing, Dorian,” smiled Ashlynn. “You’re really doing great things with your music. You’re reaching people!”

“But… how… I mean… I’m not…” sputtered Dorian.

“What? You think you need to be human to make good music and make it in the industry? Granted, we’ll have to be careful, but this is good. You should be proud of yourself!” Ashlynn encouraged once again. Dorian leaned against Ashlynn’s neck and continued to stare at the number.

How was it possible to be this happy? This was truly an amazing day.

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This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening!

Rey heaved in breath after breath as he sprinted through the walls. His eyes weren’t working. They were too blurred from the tears pouring over the rims of his eyes.

He knew what he needed to do in the moment, but it didn’t make the hurt go away. It didn’t make it any better. The teenage Borrower slammed into a nearby wall joist which seemed to come out of nowhere, and he let himself crumple to the ground.

Rey drew his legs into his body, which was shuddering violently, as he laid there in a heap.

What were they going to do?

They had no time.

He had to keep going.

He needed to get up.

Rey forced himself to his feet, but a choking sob made him pause just long enough stare at his blood-soaked hands.

Everything happened so fast…

And Hero…

How were they going to fix this?

How were they going to get him back?

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A Tall and Small Collection | Soren

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[strawberry--bride]

{ @the-coincidence-child }

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Hands in his pockets, he gracefully walked around the manner hallways. It'd been years and he really had finally gotten more and more use to the triplets tormenting, actually he'd gotten good at ignoring it. He'd even gotten taller maybe by two inches but he was taller and much more intimadating. And plenty more mean, but maybe in a bit more of a "I'm tryna make people scared cuz I'm done with everyone's shit" kind of mean.

He stopped in the middle of the hallway however, when he found a little girl, bright white hair with a slight pink hue, laying on her stomach kicking her legs back and forth, colouring on the ground. Little Kiseki.. His new little sibling, Aslan was so very wrong about the cycle repeating. Sharon was still very alive his fathers curse was perhaps cured.

"Hmph.." He looked down at the younger girl, the moon making his eyes glow from above. This was his third time seeing the girl, as Aslan did not come with them when they'd moved out. 'I have duties to do here go without me' he said to Subaru as he begged him to come with them. They'd visit him of course, and Subaru would write to him once a week, Aslan twice a month. You could say they were getting better, as a father and son. However he showed not much interest in Sharon's pregnancy nor the little girl. So when they came so Subaru could also see Aslan on fathers day as well as celebrate Kiseki's birthday, he again shows not much interest in his half sister.

He looks to see what Kiseki was drawing, he only caught the slight glimpse of what it was. Kneeling down he forcefully grabs it, holding with one hand as he opens the card. 'I love daddy!' 'happy fathers day!' He can't help but grin at the words. "I forget that me and you live different lives.. And are growing up differently." He said. "But in all seriousness.." He rips the card in half, throwing each piece in the different direction. "It's quite pointless to draw such things, he already knows you love him why bother to show him with a stupid card.." He told her bluntly. Even though she was a kid, he wouldn't sugar code his words, and he'd be very much honest about how he felt with her. That's the big brother role isn't it?

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Unlike her older sibling, Kiseki harbored no hard feelings against her father. Why would she? For as long as she could remember, he had always been a kind, doting parent. While he did have his 'moments', accidentally letting his potty mouth get the best of him, she never once felt 'not loved' by him. This often made it difficult for her to understand why the boy would speak so ill of her beloved dad.

As for her relationship with Aslan ーー It was a complicated one to say for sure. He had been part of the family ever since was born, but the two of them only saw each other a couple of times a year. Being rather shy by nature, she did not even dare talk to him at first. Sure, his intimidating aura and the permanent glare stuck on his face did not help in that regard.

However, over time she had opened up to him, even acknowledging him as her big brother and addressing him accordingly.

"Ah! Onii...! I'm not finished yet!" She protested when he initially pulled the piece of paper from underneath her nose.

The small girl got up on her feet to try and snatch her artwork back, but the other was much taller than her, so it was a lost cause.

The snarky remarks were nothing new, but even so, she did not think he would rip the drawing in two, her eyes widening in terror.

Unfortunately, this was not the first time Kiseki had been in this sort of situation. She would often get picked up at kindergarten and those bullies loved nothing more than to knock over her block tower or destroy her crafts.

"Uu..."

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, but she tried her best to hold them back, not wanting to be called a crybaby as well. Instead she shook her head, forcing a smile instead.

"Actually...The drawing didn't turn out that well. Daddy's hair needs to be more fluffy! I'll try again and get it right this time!"

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Desert Flower [Chapter Seven] One Step Toward Insanity [Grimmjow Jeagerjequez]

A/n: it's been a while since I've posted anything for this story. I apologize for that. This chapter took me a while to figure out, honestly. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): AU, oral (f), teasing, slight overstimulation, Grimmjow being Grimmjow.

My stomach is in knots as curfew comes, though based on the endless darkness that surrounds the desert terrain of Hueco Mundo, it can be hard to tell. I only know because Sōsuke had walked me to my room after dinner, insinuating that I should remain locked up at night. He gave me no explanation as to why, but I know it's because the palace isn't safe.

It never has been. 

As much as Sōsuke wants this arrangement to work, some don't. I can feel their anger and their disgust every time I walk into a room. This is one of the reasons I am hesitant to sneak out, in fear of being caught by them. The other is Grimmjow.

It is wrong of me to want to pursue him, especially since Yama might be right; Sōsuke might ask me to marry him. But I do not want to be tied down to a man like him. I feel nothing but fear and dread around him. My heart isn't in it, and that makes my situation much worse because I do not have a choice. 

But this does not warrant my behavior. I can't help it though. Grimmjow makes me feel untamed whenever he's around. And I love it. Should it not be my choice? I do not think about clan politics or nobility when I am near him. I feel free and that is all I have ever wanted. With Sōsuke I can never be free.

With a deep and uneasy sigh, I saunter toward the door, hesitantly easing it open. The air feels thick outside my room as if my mind is warning me: tread carefully. There is no turning back. It is because of this that I take a step forward. The pressure fades the further I continue down the hall until I am left with elation. 

This is exactly what I want. 

The sound of my heeled shoes clacks on the floor as I quicken my pace. My nerves are on fire; I can hardly believe that I am going through with this. As I step into the corridor facing the 10 chamber halls I recall the one Grimmjow had walked down; the number six is etched into the wall beside the opening. But as I take another step, a familiar noise catches my attention. 

The sound of footsteps alerts me that someone is drawing near. But from where? I panic for a moment, searching the darkened halls until a person emerges from the hall marked with the number 8. My eyes widen in fear as I recognize the familiar white robe lined with black.

"Gin!?"

He hums as he recognizes me, and then grins.

"What do I owe the pleasure, princess? It's after curfew if you didn't know."

What should I say? I can't just admit that I came here to see Grimmjow. My face heats up as I search for an excuse.

"I am aware. I might be a bit lost."

It's not a complete lie.

Gin hums.

"Indeed you are. This is the main corridor that leads to the private chambers of the royal family...unless you knew that."

"I did," I admit. "I wanted to see Harribel."

My heart feels like it might explode. Gin walks over to my side and turns, pointing to the corridor marked with the number 3.

"Harribel lives down there. As you can see it is the 3rd door from the entrance. Each of the Familia is numbered from one to ten, though some would argue that it's zero to nine."

Gin laughs as he says this, though I have no idea why.

"It's rather late to be visiting her, however. Was there a reason you needed to speak with her?"

"I wanted to apologize for something I accidentally did," I lied. "It has been bothering me all afternoon."

Gin laughs. 

"That sounds devastating. Well…I suppose it's okay. It's a good thing we ran into one another. Had you gone down the wrong corridor, five or six for instance; Nnoitra or Grimmjow, then you might have been met with hostility."

No kidding. I had no idea that Nnoitra and Grimmjow lived so close. Given their hate for one another, I am surprised, though perhaps it was not their choice.

"It is a good thing. I appreciate it, Gin," I utter.

It is a good thing I remembered the hall. 

Gin grins in response.

"Don't be long, princess. I believe Lord Aizen has something planned for you tomorrow."

Does he? I suppress a frown and nod, watching him walk down the main corridor toward the palace. What does Sōsuke have in store for me? With an uneasy sigh, I wander down the sixth passage toward the end to a door. But as I go to open it, I find that it's locked.

Heat rises to my face as I remember that not all towers are the same. Just because Harribel lives in an abode in a fabricated sandy landscape does not mean that Grimmjow does too. How rude of me. I raise my hand and knock. On the second, the door opens and a man with a long face stares down at me with impassive gray eyes.

"Turn back, miss. You have come to the wrong tower," the man states.

"Um...I am looking for Grimmjow. He knows that I am coming. This is his tower, is it not?" I ask with an utter.

Perhaps I was misled by Gin, or perhaps this tower belongs to Nnoitra. I shudder to think so.

"If he's expecting you, then follow me," he insists.

His tone implies that he doesn't necessarily want me to be there but he steps aside and lets me in. I stand beyond the threshold in awe, staring at the room I walked into. It's dome-shaped with a winding staircase in the center. One of the most common elements in the room is the various plants; it reminds me of a desert paradise with its cream-colored theme.

"This way," the man insists as he brushes past me.

I follow him up the staircase to the top floor, noticing three others including Grimmjow seated around the room; the latter is laid out on cushions and pillows. This room in general gives more of a laid-back vibe; various plants and fish bowls with gorgeous ecosystems decorate the room; it's interesting just how different his tower is from the previous one I have seen.

"Grimmjow, you have a guest. She claims that she is expected," the man announces.

The room turns to me in interest; an embarrassed heat spreads to my face. I should be used to this sort of attention being from a royal family, but judgment has never been a favorite of mine.

Grimmjow grins.

"And I thought you'd tuck your tail and run."

"Better late than never," I retort with a snap. 

Why must he always be so mean? I am here, aren't I? For a moment I consider turning around and walking away, but I doubt he will stop being an asshole. 

"Who is this woman?" A large muscular man with hair styled in a partial shave asks.

"Does it honestly matter, Edrad? She's of no importance to us," snaps the man beside him; a man with short hair. His right eye is hidden behind a cyan-colored bandage, but the other, narrowed and gray, stares at me with uninterest.

The one beside me hums, drawing my attention.

"She is a princess, an honored guest to Hueco Mundo. Show some respect, Di Roy."

Funny, because I don't feel any respect from him either. I don't even know his name.

"Forgive him, princess. He cares little for names. I am Yylfortdt Granz," a blond states, bowing his head. His long hair falls over his shoulder as he does.

I raise my hands.

"Please don't bow. I am not worth the effort."

Grimmjow snorts.

"How noble, princess."

I give him a heated look. Does he think I would go so far as to wave my authority at him and his friends? Not all nobles are stuck up. With an uneasy sigh, I bow my head.

"Please call me Yuina. It's a pleasure to meet--"

"Get out of here," Grimmjow suddenly orders. "Leave the princess and me alone."

I watch in awkward silence as the three men stand up and walk past me; the man who led me follows. Standing near the stairs, I take a look around, unsure of what to do. It's strange being alone with him especially when the sole reason revolves around sex.

"Come here," Grimmjow orders. 

His voice makes me jerk in unnecessary fright. I'm nervous, but as he orders, I walk over to him and sit down on the plush cushions. Silence falls between us as I glance around the room, taking in the decor.

"I'm surprised," I admit. "I never thought your tower would be so comfortable."

"Like I care what you think," Grimmjow retorts.

I hum, turning my eyes to him.

"It's not an insult. I just...when I am near you, I feel chaotic. It is strange, but seeing this puts me at ease."

I wonder if he too feels like this. Instead of an impolite response, he simply snorts.

"You feel chaotic."

I nod.

"Honestly, it's stupid. I can not explain it, but it's not a bad feeling."

Not like how Sōsuke makes me feel. 

A hand on my knee makes me sigh. I turn my eyes to the blue-haired man beside me in curiosity. What does he plan to do next? My face heats up as I hesitantly rest my hand on his, rubbing my thumb across his warm skin.

"I like the way I feel around you. It's messy, but it makes me feel alive. Like I am not bound by these restrictions that have been forced on me. I yearn for it."

Grimmjow grins.

"Then take what you want, princess. Isn't that what you nobles do?"

He has no idea how feral he makes me feel. What thrills me, however, is that for a man who is in control, he hands the reins to me so easily. Perhaps he wants me to make the first move; to be sure I want him. The consent is mutual. 

I maneuver his hand up my thigh, humming.

"I want you."

"This is probably the biggest mistake you've ever made, princess," Grimmjow mentions as he leans closer.

His lips on my neck send shivers across my body.

"Why is that?" I ask with a relaxed sigh. 

"Because I don't fucking share what's mine," Grimmjow utters.

His arm wraps around my back, pressing me tight against his chest. He smells so good, like Petrichor. A soft moan pours from my throat as his warm wet tongue slides across my ear. I should consider his words as a threat and stop this before it gets started, but it feels too damn good. The obvious red flags I ignore as his hand slips beneath my dress.

Thick fingers press against me through the damp cloth that separates us and for a moment, I forget to breathe. Please do not let him stop, not after teasing me like this. I recall the promise he made me; the promise to tear me apart little by little and I hum in eagerness.

"Ready, princess?" Grimmjow asks in my ear. His warm breath scatters goosebumps across my skin. 

I nod in response, easing my legs further apart for him.   

Grimmjow pushes aside my panties and spreads my lips, pressing his thumb against my clit. My arms slip around his muscular chest; fingers grasping at the back of his t-shirt as he makes short deep circles around it. Waves of pleasure roll across my body making me tense up against him. This is it; his pace is perfect. I can feel the rise of my orgasm as it slowly builds. A warmth fills my stomach, but before it can spread and intensify, the blue-haired tease stops and removes his hand from my panties. 

Why in the hell did he–   

"Lie down," Grimmjow orders.

With a glare I untangle my fingers from his t-shirt, leaning back until I am rested comfortably on the cushions. I have no idea what he plans to do, but as long as he continues, I don't care. Spreading my legs, Grimmjow slips his fingers beneath the band of my panties and yanks them down my legs. My face heats up in embarrassment as his greedy eyes take me in. He then leans down and runs his tongue over my outer lips. A sigh of relief escapes my mouth. 

Oral never even crossed my mind, but I am more than eager for this. For some reason, I had thought that he would focus on his needs alone for this short tryst; he doesn't seem like the type of man to care about someone other than himself, but I've been wrong before. 

A finger slides into my pussy, yanking me from my thoughts, and then another follows. The pleasant sensation it creates forces me to tighten my jaw in fear of moaning. I don't want Grimmjow's friends to hear us, though they probably know what is going on between us. 

It feels unbelievable though. 

In addition, he flicks his tongue across my clit, taking it in his mouth for a moment with a gentle suck before he quickened his pace. I grip the cushions as my body tenses in pleasure. It's unbelievable how remarkable he is at eating pussy. I can't imagine how great he is at fucking.

As the pleasure in me grows so too does my resolve. I moan as he easily bounces my body with the momentum of his thrusts. He's hitting all the right spots, in sync with the quickness of his tongue.

"Fuck…please," I beg. 

My hand slides into his soft locks and I run my nails across his scalp. Grimmjow hums in response, faltering a moment, but he quickly recovers and curls his fingers in me. The lewd and wet sounds that fill the air push me over the edge so quickly that I can barely think. My mind goes blank. All I can feel is my body reacting, tensing up as waves of intense pleasure roll over me.

Tears well up in my eyes as Grimmjow continues. Once my high wears off, there is a slight pain from the overstimulation. I gently push his head away from me to gain his attention. 

"S-stop," I beg. 

He does so and turns his electric eyes to me, raising a brow; a thin line of saliva and arousal breaks as he sits up, parting us. 

"It's too much," I utter, completely spent. 

For a moment it feels like I'm on cloud nine. 

"That good, huh?" Grimmjow teases. 

I narrow my eyes, too tired to argue. He has no idea. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I glance down and notice the obvious swell in his pants. So he too enjoyed this?

 "I can return the favor, you know?"

Grimmjow grins. 

"As tempting as having your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock, it'll have to wait for another time."

I raise a brow. He notices my obvious confusion and snorts. Lifting his finger, he motions for me to rise. I do so and he cups my jaw, running his thumb over my lips; teasingly I kiss it.

"You're not the only one having to wait," he adds. 

I widened my eyes, prompting him to laugh.

"Why do that to yourself?"

"Because I promised to tear you apart," Grimmjow answers. He removes his thumb. "And when I do, you're gonna scream my name to the fucking heavens." 

I shiver in response. This man is not sane. But he did warn me.

Leaning in, he captures my lips in a rough kiss before he parts. I barely even moved. With a snort, he flicks me on the nose.

"Run back to your room, princess. You don't want the worms to figure out that you suck out."

He has a point, though I feel like I should mention that I ran into Gin before I came here. Perhaps my lie convinced him, however. With a sigh, I attempt to stand, but Grimmjow stops me.

"Without those," he declares, pointing to my damp panties.

My face heats up.

"You're a pervert."

He snorts. I have a good idea of what he plans to do with them, but I hand them to him regardless. Afterward, I fix myself up the best I can. My legs are still a bit jittery, but It will go away soon.

"When can we meet up again?" I ask hesitantly.

"Already wanting more?" Grimmjow asks with a grin. 

I turn up my eyes. 

"I'm not answering that. It'll give you a big head." 

"Soon," he retorts. 

I want to ask how soon, but I opt not to. There is still some dignity in my left. With a nod, I clear my throat.

"I'll be leaving then."

Saying my goodbyes without making it too awkward, I turn and walk down the stairs. It isn't until I'm at the bottom do I realize that all of Grimmjow's friends are still in the tower. My face heats up in embarrassment as I attempt to confidently walk toward the door. 

"I hope to see you again, princess," Yylfordt states. 

I hum. 

"Me too."

Awkwardly I leave the tower. Once I am certain that I am out of sight, I bury my heated face in my hands. 

That man is going to be the death of me.

I must be insane.  

[giransbunnywife]

Trouble in Paradise: Relationship HC's

Just some general cute headcanons for my ship with Sully! I've been thinking about him a lot lately, and we're rewatching all of the trilogy again. So I can't help myself but ramble about my fucking favorite old man lmao~ You can find out more about their relationship in my good doc (currently a wip I'll post in the upcoming weeks, hopefully), but for now I have a refsheet of my Uncharted insert -> here!!

♡♡ Warning(s): highly suggestive mentions throughout, self insert x canon, fluff ♡♡

Their relationship started off as a casual hookup that was on and off for several months. The timeframe is incredibly iffy, considering the fact that they're both busy and could only see each other whenever they were both in town. Violet was the first to technically develop feelings, however some could argue that Sully had felt something more since the moment that they met.

Everything about them in the early days screamed old married couple in the way that they bantered and bickered, especially leading up to the first official date they had. Even after they get together it's still very much the same, though once they are married much later, it's very gushy and romantic.

Sully loves to call them random pet names throughout their adventures, especially given the reactions that they give. He tends to lean towards a few: Sweetheart, Sugar, Gorgeous, Darlin'

Some honorable mentions include: Kitten 🤢, Honey, Angel, Pretty Lady, Buttercup

Nicknames for him include: Baby, Handsome, Love (very intimate moments)

Violet sketches him a lot in their notebook, which started early on in their adventures and meeting each other. He wasn't fully aware of this until during a particular job when they accidentally dropped it near a puddle. He caught it just in time, catching a glimpse on the drawings before he handed it back. Since then he never let them live it down.

He likes to pull them in by their lower back just before he kisses them, or when he's intensively flirting with them. It's a telltale sign that he's feeling rather playful, which only gets them blushing like hell.

When Violet plays hard to get it entices him even more, especially given that they don't even try for that long. Just enough for him to tease them and have them wrapped around his fingers as fast as he can help it. The coaxing is the best part for him (and them).

The man absolutely loves their giggle. So much so that he is doing anything and everything to hear it over and over again. Doesn't matter where they are or what they are doing, he’s gonna have them giggling as loud as they can. And he’s incredibly proud of himself too. Prides himself on how good he is at getting it out of them. Especially in such a cute way.

They'll steal his shirts a lot and wear them without him even being fully aware, not that he’ll complain when they show up with it on. And he’s definitely staring at them the entire time. Noticing that they are wearing nothing underneath it and leaving a lot of buttons undone just to tease him.

Sully spoils the hell out of them both affectionately and materialistically, making sure that they always have everything they could ever want. Whether that's a brand new bag that they have been eyeing, or a movie that they have been dying to see. He is jumping at the chance to do it for them, especially if it means seeing that beautiful smile on their face.

This does mean that he is calling up Nate for some more opportunities to make money now that he has Violet to spoil rotten. Making for a lot of interesting conversations about how they're costing him hell, but in the best of ways.

Even though they got out on their fair share of extremely romantic destination dates, they do have plenty of romantic nights in that they share whenever they can. Having takeout while talking about their lives, sharing stories and putting on some show that they only watch together.

Sully enjoys hearing them ramble about their favorite topics, especially when it comes to their passions. He could listen for hours while they info dump, enjoying the sparkle in their blue eyes. The one time in which he is the most silent is when they are in this particular mood, and the smile never leaves his face.

[heartmydnf]

After a year of having Dream’s face blurred out, George wanted to imprint the face he has been seeking for all these years, a flower that bloomed in front of him, one he could finally hold.

[ Inspired by George’s thumbnail change. A DNF fic. ]

George has been planning on resurrecting his YouTube channel, dusting it off of the webs that grew on them. It has been a year since he had ever posted anything, and as the new video follows through, pulling the channel out of its drought, there was one video in particular which caught his eye.

It was the meetup video, the video he would sell his soul to finally be able to film, to experience. He remembers the way his heart rattled his chest, the way he flew to Cloud 9 to bathe in its waterfalls. George was drawn to the blurred image, the face of Dream. Before, he wanted to blur his face to revolve mystery around Dream’s face, to make viewers click on the video where Dream’s mask was taken off. However, now, time has passed by them, and he wants to see Dream’s face on the video where their lives have changed.

Three knocks were heard on his door. George sat upright, realising he had been slouching and only using his hand to keep his head upright to gaze at the screen. “Come in,” he says.

“Hey, George,” Dream speaks, as the door clicks open, as Dream shuffles inside of the room, as he closes the door. “I wanted to tell you that dinner is ready.”

“Oh, okay, I’ll be there in a little while.”

George couldn’t help but notice the small things. How the fluorescent lights twinkle in the green of his eyes. How his beard overlaps the skin that was there back when he first met him. How his hair has grown out to touch just below his ears; George wonders if he would grow it out until it touches his shoulders, like the first time he had ever seen him, or maybe more.

George memorised every single detail about Dream from the moment he had called him on FaceTime until the present day, and he knows that Dream’s looks have changed massively ever since the sun kissed him.

However, he wants to retain what he had seen the first time he had seen Dream’s face. Different from what he showed himself in FaceTime—possibly due to the cutting of his hair—and a memory to keep forever.

George feared that clearing out items due to lack of storage would mean accidentally deleting the first ever picture he had of Dream. He wants to showcase the first ever picture he has of Dream and him, together at last.

“Dream, I have a question,” George starts. “If I were to change the thumbnail of the meetup vlog to the one with your actual face, how would you feel about it?”

“The video with my face blurred out?”

“Yes.”

“I wouldn’t mind. I think enough time has passed and I think everyone knows my face by now, it should be fine to change it.”

George nods, and he smiles, as he finds the image that he was wondering about. Dream, smiling at the camera with smugness burning through his lips. Hands on his hips. George, himself, was smiling as if he had found the sun amidst black clouds.

He uploads the new photo onto YouTube as his new thumbnail for the video. Finally, he thought to himself. A memory forever displayed for the world to see.

“Why do you want to change the picture, anyway?” Dream asks, and he finds the question quite sudden as he was more focused on the way the file was getting ready to upload.

“What did you say?” George turns around to look at him.

“Why do you want to change your thumbnail?”

“I felt like I wanted to finally show your face. You have your face revealed, but not in my thumbnail. I want to show the world a picture of you I have kept hidden.”

Dream smiles a little, and George could feel the corners of his own lips twitch upwards. However, Dream started to laugh, and he stopped focusing on the twinkling in Dream’s eyes as he closed them. “That’s so ridiculous. Everyone would know what I look like in that photo. Hell, they could edit a picture of me onto that picture if they wished.”

“But those are edits, or pieces of their imagination. I want to show them the real you, Dream. The you I’m seeing right now.”

“I definitely changed how I look from before.”

“But you’re still Dream.”

George stands up from the chair, taking light footsteps towards Dream, dragging his feet along the floor as he couldn’t bother to lift them up. Any filter he had placed on his movements have faltered, as his arm raises higher, higher, higher, to touch his chin, fingertips brushing against his beard. As Dream looks down towards him, a curl trickles down his forehead.

Angel.

“I’ve been praying for times like these,” Dream admits in hushed whispers. “I’ve wanted you to kill me like this.”

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you,” George blurts out. “You can’t imagine how I long for you.”

He raises his feet to get on his toes, and his breath passes just below Dream’s lips. In the corners of his ears, he could hear Dream’s faint breath seize.

“George,” Dream starts, before he swallows thickly. “You’re not making this easy for me.”

“No one told you a lifetime with me would be, Dream,” George grins. I’ve got him. “Go on, then. If you really want my lips.”

Dream leans in. His cheeks flushed. Their breaths intertwine. Their eyes close.

And then, knocks on the door. “Dream? I thought you were supposed to call George. What’s taking you so long? The food is about to turn cold, and you know how I feel about eating alone.” It was Sapnap.

“I’ll be right out,” Dream calls out.

George feels disappointment eating him from the inside out, but he couldn’t blame anyone. Time was not on their side.

“Come on, George,” Dream smiles, trying to rid the air of the burning urges concealed inside of its humid madness. “Let’s eat before Sapnap takes your door away.”

“Okay,” George smiles, as he pushes down dissatisfaction, and twists the door handle.

[collidingxworlds]

JAMES POLLARD - batteredoptimist​

All this while, there have been little things here and there about Crowley that have caught the periphery of James’s attention. The way he hisses sometimes when pronouncing an “s.” How he seems to have mixed up certain cursewords for one another- blessed in place of damned, for instance. Then there was the whole scenario in Mr. Aquino’s shoppe, and now the back of James’s mind is beginning to tingle like he’s missing something. 

“Well- no, they’re not.” James chuckles faintly, “I don’t suppose there’s a single Priest in town who would step foot in my shoppe, let alone entertain me for much of anything.” Besides the one who had saved him all those years ago, but the poor fellow is long dead and gone. Since then James has cemented his position as not-quite-pariah-but-not-quite-welcome quite spectacularly.

They’re walking more quickly now that James is familiar with the route home. In back alleys they must keep an eye out, but here is James’s regular stomping ground and it gives him the chance to pay more attention to Crowley and that strangely shaped tongue of his. 

Honestly, James is starting to develop a few fantastic notions. Is it possible to cross a snake with a human? Surely there are legends talking about that sort of thing, and James does believe in the supernatural, but wouldn’t that make Mr. Crowley cold blooded? His arm is quite warm entwined with James’s.

“I appreciate you thinking of my relationship with Mr. Aquino.” He says with a faint smile as they turn a corner, “As cantankerous as he can be, he doesn’t lay judgement upon me for my interests the way many others do. I think he’s one of those people who has a curious mind.” Much like James, who is starting to become curious about what truly caused that burn on Mr. Crowley’s hand.

James’ answer seems to be enough to soothe Crowley’s mounting paranoia and demon nods along with the words, showing his approval. After the accidental encounter with a blessed object he has just had, he is ready to not have to deal with anything of the sort at least for the rest of the year.

“Better that way. Far from me to generalise, but most of those so called men of faith? They are definitely not the saints they want people to believe they are,” he claims, not without a hint of distaste. He doesn’t care that James might deduce that he has a dislike for the clergy and for religion in general. Atheist are a thing, after all. “You should consider yourself lucky, being allowed to live your life without ever being bothered by them.”

Someone could argue that he, as a demon, is biased, and for obvious reasons. Crowley himself knows that it’s true and he won’t waste time denying it, but his antipathy is born more out of his personal experience with said men of faith than from his personal prejudices.

His companion chooses that moment to speak up once again, preventing him from starting to rant on the subject. As frustrating as it feels, it’s probably for the best. The Serpent is aware of his tendency to slip in a little too much information when he runs his mouth, and he has already made too many missteps that morning.

“Yeah, well...Of course. I might come off as a bloody jerk at times, but I am one only with the people who ask for it,” he replies in a more casual tone, following the words with a shrug. He distractedly realises that the road they are on is familiar. They must be close to the shoppe. And that’s good news, because the longer they wait, the more his burns will heal and he wouldn’t know how to explain that to James.

His expression, however, quickly becomes darker and distant, as his mind travels back in time, towards events that have taken place centuries before.

“I can respect a curious mind, even if...At times asking questions can lead you to your death sentence. Literally or metaphorically. It makes you wonder if they are worth the trouble or not, don’t you think?”

His voice is so quiet towards the end that his companion is probably forced to strain his ears to be able to hear his words. The gloomy shadow that has fallen on the demon, however, is gone as quickly as it has appeared as the building where James’ shop is comes into view.

“Home, sweet home!” Crowley exclaims, with renewed energy, as he speeds up his steps, forcing the other to do the same. “Finally! Let’s make this quick, I have unfinished business to take care of.”

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The Key to Christmas

Turtle Doves,

It's that time of year!!!

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Or in this case, get your stocking stuffed 😂 🔥

However, I'm gonna need some huge effing stockings because I lack the proper restraint to write something snack sized 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

So... No promises that I'll get everyone stuffed. 😂

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The Key to Christmas

How in the world had you found yourself in this predicament?

It was Christmas eve, and Leonardo had come over to help you set up your Christmas tree last minute - since you had been so busy with work lately. 

Instead, he was setting your legs up.

Over his shoulders.

"Oh God, Leo…" you breathed out as his tongue found its way to your glistening heat.

You were only supposed to be friends.

To much of your internal horror, you had gradually begun to notice your blossoming feelings over the past year. Leo was sweet, kind, and unbelievably patient. He had a boyish charm about him, and his serenity did wonders for your anxious mind. Admittedly, it was becoming harder and harder to hide them with each flirty smirk he tossed in your direction and every soft-spoken conversation you shared.

And try as you may, having continually stuffed those unruly feelings deep down, you had finally broken… Tonight.

It had started with some harmless flirting and playful banter. And some really terrible puns.

The pair of you had lost the clip that held the tree stand together, and you SWORE Leonardo had put it in his pocket at some point.

He argued with you until you yanked him by a belt loop and shoved your hand in his front pocket, accidentally grazing his big banana.

A sultry smile crept across his face as you feigned ignorance while deliberately skimming him again as you pulled the clip out. 

"Well, lick me and call me a candy cane," he cooed, searching your flushed face as he grabbed the clip.

Shit.

You had been caught. 

Attempting to save face, you rolled your eyes and turned away from him, mumbling, "I'll lick you like a candy cane," and thinking it was soft enough that he wouldn't hear you.

But boy, were you wrong.

His hands were on your waist, and he had spun you to face him, "Not if I lick you first," he husked, pushing you back toward your living room furniture.

Now here you were, practically pinned in your living room armchair. The blue-clad turtle had one hand under your hip bone while his other hand gently rubbed your opposite thigh from knee to hip, up and then down again, very leisurely.

With his tongue buried in your folds.

"Mmmm," he moaned as if you were the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. Quick flicks followed by slow laps had you panting and squeezing him between your thighs.

The man was an absolute god with that tongue of his.

You reached between your legs to caress the side of his head, pressing yourself closer in an attempt to assist in your pleasure.

He stopped the moment you moved, and his eyes met yours. With a quick quirk of one brow ridge, he moved his hands to your hips, effectively trapping you in place. 

Leo was now in complete control of your pleasure.

He leaned forward again, and after a few exquisite laps, he wrapped his lips around your pearl.

Then he took things from zero to one hundred.

Maddening, gentle suction and feather-light grazes using just the tip of his tongue had you praising him through profanities. The leader had thrown you into orbit within seconds.

He pulled back with a smug grin on his face, licking your essence from his lips.

"That didn't take much… Did it," he purred, winking as he stood to unbuckle his pants.

You blushed at his implications. But that was nothing compared to the full body flush you felt when you saw his excitement for you.

"Homygod," you gasped as he freed himself.

He stepped out of his trousers and bent down to help you pull off your top.

After running his huge, calloused hands from your knees and up your thighs, he scooped them under your ass, picking you up in one fluid motion.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he strode towards the bedroom.

"Kiss me," he commanded in a gentle tone.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach with the look he gave you upon voicing those words. You leaned your body closer as you cupped his face with your hands and sealed your lips to his. 

Good lord, his lips were so soft, his kisses desperate and possessive.

He laid you on the bed, breaking the kiss only to trail down to the junction of your neck and shoulder to mark you as his.

You gasped at the pleasurable pain he induced as he switched between leaving love marks and biting the supple flesh of your chest, one hand pinching and tugging a hardened bud while the other was busy between your thighs.

His lips made their way back to your ear, teasingly whispering about how good he was making you feel and asking if you wanted more.

“Yes…” you hissed, giving him the consent he needed. His large finger breached your entrance, massaging the sensitive tissue inside your walls, causing a new rush of excitement.

“Good girl,” he purred as he slid his finger out, using his slickened hand to coat himself with a few good strokes.

He moved, standing between your legs, and dragged his tip up and down your outer petals before easing himself in.

S l o w l y.

He kept his gaze transfixed on your expression as he slid in. His jaw clenched as he exhaled hard yet controlled, an intense look on his face. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head for a moment, right as he hilted. A shudder of relief wracked your body as you locked your eyes back on him, catching him with a smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. 

Then he started moving.

Painstakingly slow.

Out… In…

Out……. In……

Out…………. In…………

Out…………………..

In……………………..

His long, drawn-out glides felt incredible with his size, but you needed more.

Much, much more.

“Leo, please,” you begged him.

But instead of giving you more, he stopped. 

Keeping himself snug inside you, his thumb returned to working your pearl as he stared down at you with a naughty, knowing grin.

Circle… Circle… Glide.

He was relentless, even as you squirmed and rasped. Finally, you grabbed the sheet on either side of your hips and took your pleasure into your own hands.

He tsked and put his opposite hand on your lower belly, halting your actions as you tried to move up and down his shaft. Praises, pleas, profanities… you were an absolute moaning, writhing mess as he brought you right to peak again.

He pulled his hands away before you could finish, though.

You shot him an exasperated look and gave him a good internal squeeze, pulling a frustrated grunt from him.

“Oh?” He chided, a brow ridge quirked, a stern look on his attractive features.

“Oh,” You sassed him, returning the same expression.

His grip tightened on your hips as he looked you dead in the eyes and said, “Better hold on tight, Love.”

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You were sitting at the dinner table in the lair with the brothers and their father after finally getting the tree up.

And after taking a quick shower.

“You give it to her?” Raph asked Leo, causing everyone to stop eating and look at the pair of you.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you looked up at Leo, eyes bulging from their sockets.

Leo looked down at you and smirked, “I gave it to her alright. Right before we set up the tree,” he said.

“Well? What’dya think?” Raph asked with a sly grin, everyone else smiling mischievously along with him.

You floundered for a few moments before Leo decided to save you, “Oh, she hasn’t opened it yet. She’s waiting until Christmas morning,” he told them.

They all pouted at this new information but went on eating their meals with lively chatter and, thankfully, without any further questions.

Once dinner was cleaned up and put away, everyone exchanged small gifts, and A Year Without A Santa Claus was watched, courtesy of Don.

“Merry Christmas” was exchanged amongst hugs and cheek kisses as you bid the mutant family goodbye and thanked them for an amazing evening. 

Leo slipped his hand in yours as he walked you through the underground tunnels and then back to your apartment, laughing as you scolded him for the suggestive comment and nearly giving you a heart attack. 

He crawled into your living room window after helping you in from the fire escape as you inquired about his brother’s questions at dinner.

Leo smiled at you tenderly and turned you around toward your lit tree as he helped you remove your jacket.

Sitting under your little tree was a small green box with a silver ribbon tied around it.

You looked back at him, eyes wide.

“It’s 12:32… It’s technically already Christmas morning,” he whispered as he glanced at the clock on your wall and then back at you.

You smiled and sprung for the small box, plopping yourself down on the couch and patting the seat beside you so he'd join.

You opened the box to find a stone turtle necklace. The turtle's body was black, and its shell was a pretty blue.

You took the paper out that was sitting under the turtle and read Leo's handwriting:

Black Onyx for protection and strength

Blue Lace Agate for peace, love, and happiness.

You looked up at him as he was reaching down to tuck some of your hair behind your ear.

"It's been a long time coming," he confessed. "I've had feelings for you for over a year now. I've tried so hard to remain your friend while you were busy stealing my heart. And… I can't do it anymore. We can't be friends. I give up," he told you, tears in his eyes.

He took the stone turtle from you and popped the shell open. Beneath, the shell held a tiny key that was secured inside with little metal prongs. He carefully handed the turtle and key back to you, his hands trembling as he let out a shaky breath.

"When we were kids, my dad gave us each a key to keep safe. He told us those were the keys to our hearts. When one of us hurt one of the others, we were forced to give them our key. We had to earn trust and love from them before we could get it back," he shared.

"You have earned my trust and my love. The key to my heart is yours," he said softly.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you clicked the turtle closed and threw your arms around his neck.

"I love you too," you whispered in his ear as his arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly against him. "And I have for a long time," you confessed.

You felt him let out a sigh of relief.

"So I'm not just a candy cane you want to lick?" He asked, pulling back and looking down at you with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Leo, I'm gonna be licking that candy cane all year round, for a looong time," you declared with a smirk. 

"And as I recall, I still owe you a sample," he reminded you with a promising wink.

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[bukojuiice]

— genshin boys as your college roommates who are head over heels in love with you

ೃ ft. childe, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, and xiao x gn! reader

ೃ 400-600 words per character!  ♡

ೃ warnings: mention of alcohol drinking ( but aside from that, just lots and lots of fluff!)

ೃ this is my very first writing contribution to the genshin fandom, so i hope everyone likes it!  after 5 months of playing genshin, i think it’s safe to say my brainrot for it has finally consumed me and i’m confident enough to brew something up! <3

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CHILDE:

– You and Childe are the perfect embodiment of the best friends to roommates trope. Whenever you wanna sleep in for 5 minutes more and you’re about to run late for your first class, Childe never fails to slowly drag you out of your bed, laughing as he does so. “Wake up sunshine!” is the first thing you always hear in the morning and you don’t complain if you get to hear his smexy voice anyway. He is a confident flirt and is not afraid to show you how much he cares or how much he pines over you. 

–  He’s always always there to save the day. There was a time when your classmates stood you up on the group project you were making, and guess who comes up to you with glitter, glue, and colored paper? Childe, of course! He stayed up until the wee hours of the night with you just so he can help you finish it. He even promises to set things in a “very civil way” with your absolute jerk groupmates the very next day. You practically hang out with him 24/7 as most of the time he just barges in your shared apartment with some amusement park tickets on hand or to some expensive yoga or judo class. There’s never a dull moment with him and with each passing day, the more you fall harder for him.

–  After a morning jog with him and seeing cute little dogs frolicking around with their married owners, Childe suddenly had the urge to adopt a dog with you.  But, due to a no pets rules established by the landlord, the two of you opt to owning hamsters instead! Childe named his hamster, narwhal (after his favorite animal of course!) whereas you named yours bunny, to match his irrelevant pet name picking. your hamsters both share the same house/cage and even they are pining over each other.

  –  His siblings visit a lot, especially Teucer. At this point, there was never a day the little boy didn’t ask when are you and Childe going to finally become “playground playmates” (a term for lovers that they use in second grade apparently) since the two of you are living with each other and seem so close. Childe is always able to successfully change the topic and shift away from talking about the shared feelings that the both of you have for each other. But, alas, the day had finally came to be and during your monthly trip to the amusement park, Childe confidently confesses to you on top of the ferris wheel.

“So... everyone in my life knows that you’re my best friend. Yea, that’s pretty cool and all but... Can we be more than just that (Y/N)? Is there hope if I think there could be something between us?”

DILUC:

– Diluc is your posh and rich roommate who sounds and looks too good to be true. The fact that you’re roomies with the literal heir to the country’s biggest wine and beverage company sounds like something straight out of a fanfic. But, it was of his volition to decide to live in a penthouse near Teyvat University. It was the doings of his step-brother Kaeya who tricked him into getting a roommate so that he won’t be alone for the rest of his college years... aaand that’s where you come in. practically barged into his life, but, you were a blessing. an angel sent from the skies.

–  He’s quite cold and unapproachable at first, only greeting you whenever he sees you but never bothered to engage in small talk with you. Even if the both of you go to the same university. It wasn’t until your second month as roommates, when you accidentally had too much to drink after a friends’ night out. You come home to see him in the living room, drinking grape juice from a wine glass, and watching a rerun of Hannah Montana. You practically collapse at the front door, he rushes to you and helps you up as you drunkenly confess to him in tears how you wanted to become much closer to him especially since the  two of you are going to spend the rest of your college years together. That was when Diluc realized how distant and aloof he’s been and vows to make it up to you.

– Diluc is very talented. Albeit in very discreet way, he makes sure to make use of his talents especially if it’s an opportunity to make memories with you. He is an amazing cook as much as he tries to deny it, He’s a secret virtuoso caught in 4k when you impulsively bought a guitar one time and you asked if he knows how to play, and he does so well. He practically serenades you in the most non-obvious way possible. Lastly, He’s very athletic. You invited him to play tennis one time, betting that if he won, you would do his bidding for the rest of the week. Before you could even blink, he wins. His “punishment” for you was that you accompany him in binge-watching TV Dramas. Grey’s Anatomy and Downtown Abby are just some of the shows the two of you would watch. It is absolutely adorable seeing him so invested in these dramas. and since the next on Diluc’s list were sit-coms, you were preparing yourself to answer his questions on the context of jokes that he didn’t get. In a poor attempt to flirt with you, he calls out your name and recites in the most Joey Tribbiani voice he could muster, “How you doin?” You were laughing so so hard that night because his pick up line actually worked on you and suddenly your realizations came full circle: you were very much in love with him too.

–  His naturally cool yet shy nature had always gotten the best of him.  He’s always wanted to ask if you wanted to carpool with him to school. Riding with him in his Tesla sportscar that goes 150 Mph? Heck yeah. However, it took quite a while before he could muster up the courage to ask you (4 months of being roommates until he finally popped the question) Since then, the two of you go home to and from University whenever you had similar schedules. Ever since then, Diluc had began to soften. His cold and hard facade slowly melted. Asking if you could help tie his floofy red hair then he’d let you play with it and let you style it in different ways. He takes you out on café dates during lunch breaks and take you out to watch a movie after both of your late night lectures. Everyone in campus thinks the two of you are practically together at this point. All that was left was to bare your feelings with one another through a fumbling and awkward confession.

“Words cannot not suffice these feelings I’ve been harboring for you since the very beginning. I L-like you a lot. Do you feel the same way too?”

KAEYA:

- Everyone loves Kaeya. Your friends and family, The School Faculty, The owner of the Convenience Store from down the street, The old lady who lives next door, The little kids from down the hall, and even the angry brown poodles from the farthest apartment to your right absolutely loved him. it was hard to keep up with having a roommate that not only were you crushing so hard on, but also had such a vibrant social life. Kaeya interacts and socializes with a lot of people and he admits that it does tend to get tiring at times. But, if these sacrifices lead to coming home to his cute roommate who has captivated his heart since Day 1, then it’s all worth it.

— Despite how warm and friendly he may seem, Kaeya is a very private person. He’s brought two or three friends like Jean, Lisa, Albedo, or Rosaria. But, only to discuss school affairs. He wasn’t the kind of person who trusts others easily, even if he was giving off the impression that he was a trustworthy and reliable person himself. He’d much rather spend time with you on days off from school. He may be a party guy on the outside (he insists he does it for future connections when he graduates) but he’s quite a homebody. Kaeya is the type to watch korean dramas and anime with you, go on late night convenience store cravings, and these always resulted in a perfect evening spent with him. When the both of you are fully immersed into the anime and things get a bit cozy, you rest your head on his shoulder, huddling for warmth.

— Kaeya would always come home with a little something for you. May it be take-out food, A trinket, a board game, an accessory, and even skincare products. The indigo-haired man is very particular about self-care and you bet that he’s bought different kinds of face masks, ointments, and even matching cute headbands just for the two of you! He’s very flamboyant and flirts with you a lot. Trying to impress you with pick up lines and suggestive jokes, but you always thought that he was just joking around because that was always a part of his personality. It was always a part of him. For Kaeya on the other hand, it seems to him that you don’t take him seriously and it's possible that you don’t return his feelings at all. He had to set things straight and it didn’t take long until Kaeya found the perfect opportunity to do so.

— With the help of practically everyone in the apartment, Kaeya is about to surprise you with a candle-lit dinner up on the apartment rooftop. His sly smooth-talking quickly convinced you that the both of you were just going to go out on your nightly convenience store trips. Your curiosity grows when he takes you by the hand, covering you with a blindfold, and whispering to your ear, “Do you trust me?” Gripping onto his hand tightly, the both of you go up some stairs and you reply, “Yes Kaeya, I do.” He slowly uncovers the shield from your eyes and your eyes sparkle at the sight of the candle-lit dinner, complete with jazz music, and a romantic view of the city.

“(Y/N)... You are the most precious person to me. I hope you can take me seriously, especially my feelings. I am saying this with my heart in my hand and with nothing but genuine love in my soul.”

ZHONGLI:

— Zhongli is truly husband material. You’re saying this as his friend, as his roommate, and as someone who’s absolutely smitten over him. He’s a third year environmental archaeology student at Teyvat University. Gentle, kind, and has nothing but wise and intelligent things to say. your lovestruck self can’t help but just admire him from afar, not knowing that he too has been entranced by you ever since you moved in.

—He's always the first to wake up in the morning. The first thing he does is make you a cup of coffee. He's got your favorite memorized, (Coffee with cream. Not to sweet and not too bitter.) The both of you own matching mugs, (written in colored scribbled letters, “The Wise Roommate” for Zhongli and “The Cute Roommate” for you.) He always wants to spend his free mornings with you. Both of you have different schedules so you never see each other at Campus and this was the only blissful time of the day you can spend with one another. Once you get home for dinner, (Zhongli is always the first to get home if he doesn’t stay too long at the library or strolling around the city) If it’s your turn to cook or if it’s his, he never forgets to brew you oolong tea after dinner. A perfect chance for the two of you to just talk the night away and engage in deep and meaningful conversations.

—Zhongli fell in love with you because you just quietly listen to him. Sometimes, you would share your thoughts and insights, even sharing your own personal knowledge that Zhongli had not known prior. You were one of the very few people in his life whom he could talk about absolutely anything with. Well, who wouldn’t listen to a handsome man who has a voice as smooth as butter? He is very passionate about his studies. Taking a lot of extra courses and spending a lot of money on his research. and so, most of the time, he spends all of his Mora on his extra studies (excluding the money he needs to pay for rent) and other interesting antiques. You understood why though. So, instead, you ask him to accompany you to do mundane chores. Going grocery shopping, doing the laundry and cleaning the apartment. He always helps in any way he can. The prying eyes of people around you and the old lady fr next door boldly coming up to you to ask if you and Zhongli were a married couple. You blush profusely whereas Zhongli coolly denies the woman's claims. It hurt quite a little but who were you to complain?

— It was during one of your night strolls with Zhongli. He had invited you out after dinner under the guise of wanting to have some fresh air and find a clear spot for the fireworks from a nearby festival. Your heart was thumping loudly to a non-existent rhythm, blissfully unaware that Zhongli was feeling a burst in his chest too. He clears his throat and his shoulders straighten. Zhongli puts his hand on your shoulder and breathes deeply. His cool and gentlemanly aura still radiating off of him as always. A wonderful array of colors fill the sky as his lips began to form the words he's always wanted to say:

"Tonight is beautiful isn't it? I thought that this would be the perfect time to open my heart up to you... You are a diamond in the rough that few see the beauty of. My beloved– Will you accept my feelings?

XIAO:

—  Having a popular twitch streamer as your roommate was a one in a million chance. Especially if you’re not even an influencer or internet figure yourself. But, how did this come to be? Why have you developed a crush on Xiao aka VigilantYaksha without knowing who he was? A gamer with over 6 million followers on different social media platforms? Simple, a high-end apartment near Teyvat University had a special discount if you were willing to be roommates with someone. It’s an amazing deal, near your school, cost-efficient, and you believed the 10% chance of scoring a hot roommate as seen on reality TV and romantic comedies. It was like rolling through a Gacha Game and getting a 5 star character. As that “character” is soon to be revealed as Xiao.

— Things started off rocky at first. On your first day, he flatly welcomed you by the door, introduced himself, then quickly retreated back to his room. As soon as you locked eyes with him, he gave off a certain cold and unfriendly aura. You wanted to get to know him better. Maybe with a little love and care, he could open up to you and you could become friends! That same day, you had mistakenly thought of your room as his and you walked in on him streaming a horror game. He wasn’t spooked by the jumpscares. But instead, he was looking at you in horror because you’ve just exposed yourself to thousands of people. You wave at the camera, apologize, and left. Since then, his fans, (called the Anemo Tofus) have been shipping the two of you together. Creating fanfiction and fanart of Xiao and the mysterious roommate that accidentally walked in on him. They practically begged Xiao to at least talk a little bit about you, to which, he declined. When you surprised him with dinner (as a little treat since this was your first week with him) He sits across the table from you, his eyes gazing deep into yours, as he pops the question, in a very tsundere tone: “Would you like to appear in my streams? T-the Anemo Tofus wanna learn more about you. B-but, if you don’t want to, it’s alright! You don’t have to-” You cut him off before he could continue his doubts, “Xiao! What are you saying? I’d love to!”

  —  There was something blossoming between the two of you after that particular dinner with him. Starting with your first “roommate video” that you had thought of when you were brainstorming for video ideas. It was an Almond and Mapo Tofu mukbang whilst the two of you answered questions from fans! The viewers noticed how visibly comfortable he was around you despite his usual reserved attitude. He was cracking up a lot more sarcastic and self-deprecating jokes whilst Tofu filled both of your mouths. Outside of the confines of social media and inside the comfortable space that was your apartment, you and Xiao grew closer. Wearing matching hoodies, going on midnight snack runs, playing in arcades, and stargazing with him up on the rooftop as you contemplate about life and talk about the mysteries of the universe. There were times when you would stay up late doing school works and would accidentally fall asleep on the sofa. Xiao would come out of room because he periodically had cases of insomnia. When he sees you on the sofa, he can’t help but smile at your sleeping figure and admire your beauty. First. he brings all your clutter back to your room then slowly picks you up from the couch, into his arms, and brings you back to your room. He places a blanket on top of you and your stuffed plushies next to you so you can hug them any time. 

— On a particular night, you fell asleep on the sofa once again and begun to  have recurring nightmares. Xiao was there to witness you whimpering, muttering to yourself, and shivering to a mental image that he could not see. (He wishes he could erase all the pain that these nightmares were giving you) You subconsciously grab onto his hand, murmuring to yourself: “Xiao, please don’t go.” He whispers back, “I won’t.” Your nerves slowly relax when you feel the Yaksha squeezing himself to lie next to you on the couch. Holding onto your arm, he continues to reassure you that it was going to be okay. You grab onto him, hugging him from behind. He feels your heartbeat revert back to it’s normal pace and you return back to your peaceful slumber. “I’ll always be here for you, (Y/N). I’ll be here to protect you. Forever and always.”  Turning to you to plant a kiss on your forehead, you nestle your head on Xiao’s chest. He watches as you cling to him for love and warmth until he is slowly whisked away by his weariness, rewarded with a peaceful sleep he hasn’t felt in a while.

“And they were roommates.”

[secretcasanova]

hey, just recently found your blog and i gotta say your writing is nice!

tho idk if ur request box is open but if so, can i have a hc with chuuya, dazai, aku and atsushi with a yandere!s/o ? since its always been those yandere dazai this yandere chuuya that, yandere aku(?) there yadda yadda yadda

im looking forward for your future blogs!

(p.s i cant ask you anonymously for some reasons and im also new </3)

BSD Boys with an GN!S/O who is a Yandere

Characters: Atsushi Nakajima, Osamu Dazai, Ryuunosuke Akutagawa, Chuuya Nakahara

Word Count: 5398K

Warnings: Slight Spoilers about Dazai(Chuuya's Part), Manipulation, Gaslighting, Slight Descriptive Gore(?), Guilt Trip, Possessiveness, Physical Abuse, Stalking, Toxic Relationship technically, Slightly Suggestive(Aku's Part)

Author's Note: Hello there! glad to see that you enjoyed the fic that I made yesterday and of course my ask box is open! I was supposed to send it early but my dum dum forgor and ended up being on my drafts for a long while(´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

Again, I apologize if some of them may be OOC, and I also tried to spice things up on the readers part by making them "act differently" towards to them- and all... If you know what I mean. Anyways I hope you enjoy this HC!

Atsushi Nakajima

You were an uninteresting individual, you rather not waste anything in the name of feelings and love. You were devoted to the Guild and nothing else till one day, the Weretiger came in which he hesitated to fight you at first but ended up engaging so, all due to your pierce nature? No that's not the point.

After the Guild was lost, Lucy took you in with her in the Cafe Uzumaki unknowingly that it's also part of the ADA, just as you think, fate has given you another chance to interact with this boy and you should not fuck things up.

All those blank expressions, all those dull eyes of yours, and your unexpressive gestures — all came crashing down, now tainted with vibrant colors and warmth thanks to him, now you felt more alive than ever as you decided that you need this light, all for yourself, and only for you.

You were much more outgoing and bright than your OLD self, you learned how to blend in within the crowds, you learned how to fake a smile - a little conversation of you and him made something sparked on his heart and eventually drew closer and close to you.

Atsushi is rather... Naïve. That's what makes it so easy for you to keep him around you- even stopping his impulsive moments? Oh, please! You can just boost his confidence whenever you can in any way possible. While he only fought you, never did anything and that's it, but to you he saved your whole uneventful life. You were willing to do so much more for him the moment he gets to be with you

You even fell faster for him than the lightning could even strike on the ground, his determination... You sure do love that sight of a moment!

To anyone else, you two were such a lovely couple and to you, as it should be. Atsushi was such a lovely doll for you.

Kyouka however, doesn't entirely likes you and your behavior towards to him. That excessive obsession- she even caught you once that Atsushi was at the verge of his limit, saying that 'maybe if you tried hard enough to not let one of the others lives slip again, this wouldn't happen my love.'

Dazai already knew this, him and Kyouka were the main obstacles, the main course the moment they got your intentions all figured out, while the rest of the others remained oblivious to this tense situation happening around you.

Which Kyouka attempted to convince Atsushi that you shouldn't be with YOU. Thats unacceptable right? Dazai wouldn't directly act on this situation not until it's getting too dire for Atsushi's own good. Which he is now doing so

Atsushi does think that your controlling nature is a little bit too much, which of course you tried to reason with him that you only wanted the best for him, but you did try to tone it down or otherwise you might accidentally break your own darling, to the point he's not longer expressive to anything else.

Oh! There was even a woman who has an intention to flirt with your man? Like a awkward wreck he was, he tried to say that he's already with someone else's while the other didn't bought that reasoning. Being a responsible and endearing lover you are to him you had stepped right into the scenario, with an underlying threats on your light hearted statement while wrapping your arms around his shoulder, now patting it. Though the wan had scurried away after and checked up on him if he was still uncomfortable and tense about it, which you decided to take him out by taking on a stroll or buy him something, just for him to enjoy the things and even cherish every moment that you do for him. (After work that is)

...?

The moment he arrived in the Agency, Kyouka wasn't there and so is Dazai, and the controversy was heard within the agency office with Kunikida talking about this problem with his other colleagues, as he came in asking what was going on, only to be greeted with a dreadful news about Kyouka going missing and Dazai has been now confined in their Agency's infirmary, has been ambushed by some professionals.

He didn't take this ever so lightly, the poor boy had a break down thinking he wasn't there to protect him, he wasn't there early to look after for his superior or even Kyouka as he remained silent throughout the entire day until both of your works are now done, you already knew the reason why he was so silent but you still shot a question, you two were left uninterrupted for now. No more obstacles to come and ruin your plans.

While the two of you were walking home altogether with your hand squeezing his, now rubbing his knuckles as a little sigh escaped from your lips, maybe doing these kinds of scenarios would be risky and even made him sad- it made your heart ache. But again, it was for the best of him.

"Do... you want to talk about it once we get back, love?" Your voice coo'ed, you were aware that he was so saddened by the news of this while he temporarily stayed silent for a brief second before nodding his head, with that weak energy, all he can do is to do that while couldn't be able to muster up a courage to speak as of now. "Don't worry, I'll make you a hot cocoa if that's what you want as well, stay with eachother and cuddle all night- I'm sure they're strong enough, so have some hope."

Those sweet little lies of yours, has an poisonous meaning underneath that one certain word of yours, all you wanted was for him to be happy for now, at least you don't have anything else to worry as of now. Hiring a professional gang to inflict harm on Dazai, then take Kyouka to somewhere else where or even give her back to the Port Mafia on a meantime, something that Kouyou would enjoy even if both factions had already made a deal regarding to her. And that lady that talked to Atsushi? absolutely unforgivable. To think that she can just walk away after HARASSING your precious light of your life? She was found six feet under somewhere else, but not in the cemetery because she does not deserve to have a goddamn coffin with both of her arms cutted off, just for the safety measure she wouldn't broke out or anything(not that she could anyway). You were nice enough to spare his superior and that little because he was attached to them right to the extent, but he doesn't have the same attachment to them as yours, you were clearly the first one to be prioritized before those two.

But you didn't want him to entirely break either, he was the sunshine to anyones life despite being scolded on and on, you even wished to put a duct tape on Kunikida's mouth regarding to the stories that Atsushi told you about, but all what matter is that you can have Atsushi by your side, all undisturbed by their commotion.

"Sounds good...! I just want to cuddle with you- for now at least..." That... Little smile on his face, you definitely knew that he was lucky to have someone like you, there was no other girls like you to be this caring as you are.

You are a moth, and he was the light. But you'd do anything even if it's taking too far, even if he could burn you on accident you will always love him unconditionally.

Osamu Dazai

Knowing what he is for- a flirtatious suicidal mummy who is a gravely whole nightmare to the enemies, but has a good beneficial to the allies. The last thing you'd want is to get caught by this cunning man, ever.

But that doesn't mean you aren't sly enough to step up your games, anything for your darling. There was a lot of times where you nearly got caught by him, but saved yourself by those vicious cover up lies.

To be more specific, the only reason why he was over the heels for you is that, YOU pretended to be the type of person who is hard to get, he took this bait of yours and thought of it as a challenge unknowingly, because you were unpredictable from that time- he wanted to know MORE about you as you kept on reeling him with your mysterious tendencies. And you are aware that this man isn't that vulnerable either so you took the other route for extra precautions, after all you only wanted him to be all yours, and nobody else's despite his damned nature.

There was definitely a time where he flirted with one of the clients just to make you jealous, needless to say your facade almost slipped, almost revealed your true nature- it's possessiveness. As much as you hate seeing him with the other girls or people even, you still had the will to hold yourself back. But do not worry, you had something else up on your sleeves. If he only sees you as a overprotective little one he will let this slip because he thinks that it's cute, yet once he knows your true nature, it's all over for you.

You don't want your beloved to go away, right? You don't want him to flirt with any girls other than yourself, right?

All you were ever known for was a hard to get type of person- a reliable one. But his suspicions were arising when the moment with those ladies who he usually flirts around in the cafe or the clients of the ADA(to get a reaction from you, but it ended worse.) had actively flat out ignored him right on the spot, and those waitresses in the cafe uzumaki?

Pure Silence. Dazai decided to take a peek on you- the same as the others? numb and actively ignoring him as well? or were you just pretending so you can necessarily avoid him finding out your schemes? He tried all of his best to get your attention in any way he could, because we all know how clingy and touched starved this man could get, but your reaction is just the same as the others.

He had a whole suspicion that it was you who did it, but when you two got back home(with the whole entire walk just a silent one which it internally kills him on the inside) you tugged on his coat before you came in, crushing right into his arms, silently sniffling.

"I'm sorry." You apologized to him for what circumstances? To his eyes, you were are a perplexed individual but this doesn't makes things clearer- but you were trembling on his arms while not being able to bring yourself look over to him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry- you we're put in danger because of me..."

(you are not sorry)

And this is the part where the guilt kicks in, for ever doubting you that you were the one who did it — he is not completely numb to emotions either when in fact he understands it, he didn't think twice to take you to your shared bedroom, stowing you down on the mattress while having you close to his chest.

This one, was your personal favorite part, where you few him with your perfect lies about an unknown person threatening every woman that Dazai interacted- not convinced? worry not, you had gathered a fake evidence that you have been receiving a death threats or even a piece of cutted fingers, with it's dried blood on the box that you only hid it somewhere because you claimed that you didn't want your beloved to see it or even worry for you.

And as for him? he rather felt GUILTY for doubting his loved one doing such a things like this while he murmured nothing but a sweet, little comfort words while trying to lighten things up

The two of you cuddled eachother close- embracing one another's embrace on this cold night, laying down on your shared bedroom while Dazai was stroking your hair through and through to soothe yourself from this ordeal

"My love, you have nothing else to worry about for now- you're in my arms now, it's alright." He said as he played with one of your hair strand, still kept one of his arms wrapped around your body as you did the same to him yet however... He couldn't get this suspicion off you, he already felt bad for assuming that it was you who done it, but does he have a proof to it? He doesn't... But the way you showed those evidences to him made him feel slightly off too. Again, he will never be sure whether it's actually you who done it. After all, it WAS you. Anonymously searching one of their contacts if they have ones if not you'd still send them an anonymous letter of a death threat if they ever try to interact with your Darling once more, Yosano and Ranpo definitely was looking out on your behavior and nearly got caught. If it wasn't for you bribing Ranpo away with some snacks seperatedly, then as for Yosano'e case you had to convince her that you were in the same line as the other clients and all. — then those dead corpses you threw on the river and kept one of their fingers to send it to the others?

You were aware, that you are trying to keep this former executive mafia all to yourself- who have condoned a lot of manipulation and all. You were ready to give everything what he wanted with a price of him only paying attention to you, only YOU. This would not happen if he only gives all of his attention to you and not waste it by flirting with those clients or other girls.

One can play a guilt trip for sure, a sly vixen you are.

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

Out of all PM members, you chose to take a liking to this one ruthless 'Black Dog' of the pm, a victorian e—

That aside, you probably got transferred to the Port Mafia after your Boss and Mori had a deal to one another where you will be kept permanently by the PM, while they receive something else. It's not that you were interested because of how LOW they were paying some exceptionally skilled assassin like you. And, of course you cannot tolerate that at all so you weren't complaining about this whole thing.

Another assassin? In the Port Mafia? Gin wouldn't admit it nor she would ever will, but she's rather excited about you with how excellent your skills are, or that's what at least rumor she had heard about regarding to the underlings who was talking about you. You are quite the talk of the headquarters for now.

This doesn't amaze Akutagawa, not at all. It would take him a LOT because you are not the first one who's that good with their abilities, even if Chuuya took you as his subordinate and still trained you and your mobility. It's best to say that both of you started with a rocky path where you despises each others back. With those venomous insults(and if it wasn't for Chuuya who had to step in every time, you two might've had slitted eachother's throat by now) in all actual. Though this part of him was rather unintentional, maybe he sees his old self in you, covered up by some tough facade? It took both of you a good, ggooood while before you eventually had him wrapped around your finger.

The history repeats itself, where Akutagawa craves attention from Dazai- you are giving him the same treatment like from what his old superior does to him, you may never know him but all you know is that it's such a sore subject to talk about to him. He doesn't know what you did to him to make him feel this way and wanted to get more validation off you everytime — but of course you two don't show this side to anybody else, both of you are known as a ruthless couples and that was it. But(you may or may not intentionally become the typical duo of sadist and masochist) for Akutagawa he still kept on coming back to you after hitting him, sure he could've just fought you back with his sharp mouth but, maybe it's not himself that he gets reminded of, maybe he sees Dazai in you. But of course you wouldn't let your darling love you for not who you are, you had yet to drill into his senses that only you can love him for all eternity, and nobody else can do the same- even if you are harsh to him he cannot find somebody caring as you are.

Despite all of these harsh treatments that you gave to him, he still deserve all and every bit of your love, those little kisses and bites from you- well anything you'd do just to make him plea and on his knees. The two of you had your fair and share of the arguments but at the end, you always knew that he'd still come back home- come back home to you. He thought that it's unfair for you to pull that kind of treatment when he thought he's finally getting you, as you turn the tables around, it's him who'd be silently begging.

Gin isn't aware of this situation nor the other's, Hirotsu is somewhat suspicious and so is Kouyou.

Higuchi.

She cannot get the fact that the two of you are together now, yet still tried to pry sometimes because she definitely sees what you are doing to her Akutagawa-senpai. She want to speak about this to anyone else but ended up being silenced by you everytime, so to put this from the top, you are an enemies that always exchanges a death glare to one another. Some may tell Higuchi that she should just let go of Akutagawa because he's ALREADY with you. Of course she couldn't be able to tell the actual reason why you two kept on exchanging death glares, even if she's the misfit of the Port Mafia, you will still drove her away no matter how valuable she is to Mori's assets.

You had enough with her, sure even if you do such a thing to Akutagawa most of the times with those 'Dazai Treatment' you still give him those kisses and cuddles, those soft moments he deserved to earn from you and YOU ONLY. NOT. HER. NOT. H I G U C H I. Not anybody else. A little set up frame wouldn't hurt him, of course based on his actions towards to Higuchi you definitely think that it was a right choice, he shouldn't care about her other than you, you are his love, someone he should look up to.

On the following day where the two of you headed to the Headquarters, Gin immediately informed you two that Higuchi has been temporarily suspended due to the accusations that is actually true, that she has been making some shady deals to some other organisation but all thanks to you, the deal has been revoked- Mori decided not to punish Higuchi with those severe brutal methods for now, and for some reasons.

You had a short talk with Gin for a short bit, you wouldn't want his little sister to suspect anything about you two, do you? She even said that maybe you were the one who can thaw his frozen lakes on his heart or even have him to learn and love such a things, and she was even grateful that you did get to be with him after going a few trial that Gin attempted to put you through of course.

After Gin had went away, Akutagawa stood silent before you while only staring at you, who was bidding your goodbye at her as you eventually caught his gaze - the two of you agreed to not display a affections on the public because the two of you had some reputation. Only few of the others know that you are officially together, though Akutagawa was bothered by... Something, there is something unsettling about you for a odd reasons and why he's all acting this way towards to y—

"Yoohoo? You've been staring at me for a long time now. Is there something on my face?" You spoke with a low- soft voice since it was just the two of you in the lounge at the moment, as he abruptly looked away and scoffed.

"Always been so casual when it comes to these kind." Or so he commented while beginning to walk away, with you catching up to his side while chuckling. "That's you, not me. Who wouldn't worry about Higuchi disappearing? I know she doesn't like me but can't you at least show some concern?"

Oh, you already know the answer while feeding him with such a innocent questions, feigning it while it is full of irony and hate, it wasn't hard for you to ask someone who can make a mask that is identical to Higuchi plus it's voice changer, have someone take photos of the imposter and send it to you afterwards after paying them- and your favorite stage play is when you, reporting this to Mori regarding to her behavior which he didn't have to bought it at first because of the loyalty she had, till you showed those photos to him and had it reconsidered.

Nonetheless, Akutagawa only gave you a temporary silence again before speaking; "Why should I? I could finally have some less nuisance to deal with."

He's right, both of you had a less nuisance to deal with. While you take care all of the others who dares to oppose you and your love for your dearest, even if he can be so rash and mean, you will always give him that one treatment to make him all act up again.

Chuuya Nakahara

To start with this, the boss of the Port Mafia- Mori Ougai. He took you in when he found you as the only sole survivor o- no, correction, when one of the thugs held you as a hostage because of your ability. Now he pretty much took you in, introduced you to Kouyou first since the other 'Executives' are busy at the moment, you did not complain.

Despite your condition, you were definitely a troublemaker that already broke something on accident, on your first day too. So to be spared by the scary guys you had to behave around WHENEVER Kouyou is around, despite her assuming about your behavior(although you ended up getting scolded by her at the very end of the day, much to say she will teach you some manners and... antics.) the moment you settled yourself in the Port Mafia.

Day two, Kouyou agave you a tour around in the headquarters yesterday and had led you to your very own apartment(by yours truly, Port Mafia's enterprise.) which you have been asked to meet with her up once more, regarding to the introduction of this two individuals that goes by 'Osamu Dazai' and 'Chuuya Nakahara'. To you, those names didn't mattered to you at first because you'd be working for them in any way. Which, you were wrong. You found both of them to be annoying- yet fun to mess around with, mainly with Chuuya.

Several years after after Dazai's defection, it deeply affected this little pipsqueak right here and it still did, maybe you reminded Dazai a little bit too much so you decided to 'change' your behavior a little bit. Not just a bit, to be honest. All you know is that you were only having fun, not caring anything else aside from works and all - you we're irresponsible little shit that Chuuya always had to babysit as well, you and Dazai to say at least but now you adapted to be more responsible and caring for the poor darling of yours. He doesn't need more headaches now, does he?

Spoiling you rotten with his filthy Executive payments... Those expensive jewelries or items that you wanted, of course there are some times that you refused- he didn't understand why you would but instead you were rather shy about it and wishes that you could do the same(buy those expensive stuffs for him).

"Loving me is already enough."

That. Sentence. Kept on repeating on your head like a broken records that has been forgotten for about centuries? That won't matter, it sounded sweet to your ringing. You could even give the entire galaxy just for him and his happiness it should be just you, only you and him.

He's perfect, in every way. You will become god and reshape everything else in case if he was ever wrong- you'll make it right for him. His backstory, the Arahabaki. He deserves something better which is YOU. You trust him enough to not flirt with some other girls, have him always message you if he's gonna come home late(because of his responsibilities as a Executive) or about the mission, his words were always true and you know that because you kept a hidden tracker somewhere on his hat. Though, there was a time where he forgot to message you, hells was on a loose and you attempted to track him down with those tracking device of yours? You overthinked that he was hanging out with some other people other than yourself yet it was just him handling another mission. Once he returned home, he wasn't exactly in a best mood when you tried to confront him about the whole thing- making you "worried sick" about him as the argument ensues.

It was rather cold for the both of you, and you absolutely despises it. With both of your backs facing eachother's, with the two of you eating some lunch and breakfast either seperated or in silence because none of you are trying to talk about it. At. All. This tension was suffocating you so badly- if the two of you wasn't so stubborn enough this would've been prevented, perhaps another safety precautions should be added to this when he is going out and forgot to tell you.

Well, today is the day that you planned to get your loving darling back in your arms- in your embrace. You were planning to get that one expensive wine, he has a dozen collection of some wines but you were sure that in his penthouse, he didn't had this one brand just yet, maybe get back home early and cook him something he likes while preparing for you apology speec—

All of your thoughts was dropped when you were walking down on this one corridor, saw him talking to one of the people- they dare to make him smile instead of you doing it? It should have been you. We're you not enough? All you did for him was not enough? For your darling? You should've had resorted to doing this one severe method that you had planned on doing so for a very long time ago, anything to oppose that is a threats to your relationships. You stood there for a brief second not realizing that you both if your fists were clenched closed, harshly enough with both of your nails sunken in your skin before you had to cut your line of thoughts here, you didn't want to bother your lovely for now as you retreated back to your respective office, waited for the day before heading home.

You got home early- the others questioned you why? That's because you forgot there's this one "personal" thing you had to deal with back home and you need to have it fixed asap, luckily Mori let you go home early and so. What's the personal problem if you may ask? This one PERSON that took away all of the things you needed to do for Chuuya, your honey- your darling. You wouldn't let them just take away that genuine smile off him without your permission at all, absolutely not and you aren't going to accept it.

These vicious thoughts that flooded your mind isn't very nice of it, but it has been disposed by you, the one and only. You waited for this one particular person to head out of the headquarters that made your man laughed- it was rather a poisonous thought, you don't want to think about it again and now that you took them down, putted a super glue both on his mouth and nostrils while you tied him up— you took this one scoop, without any mercy at all you dugged the scoop inside of his eyes despite the person's screams muffled in agony, have it scooped it out of their system one by one before leaving them from one of the abandoned alleyway.

Oh those scene kept on repeating and repeating as you prepared the dishes, that juicy beef steak with a little bit of gourmets on it and had the wine prepared till you heard a wooden crack coming from the entrance, with both of your eyes lit up upon his prescence. Without any hesitation you headed to the front- you greeted him with a simple "welcome back" while getting the other stuff aside from his, now puzzled by your actions as you led him to the room, feeling a little bit fishy about your behavior for some reasons. But he still didn't gave you any attention or spoke with you at all

Playing hard to get now? You let go of his shoulder before heading to the kitchen, now unable to fully face him with your head looking down to the ground. Letting out a sigh of regret.

"I'm sorry, baby. I know it was an ass of me to push your buttons from that time so I wanted to make things up now." You rose your head up and whirled your whole body to him, with your gaze softened with a solemn regret that pleas for his forgiveness. Though, who is he exactly to decline this now- all of his loved one's set up, all he could do for now was to lower his gaze with both of his brows frowning. "No, I should be the one sorry for yelling." He tried to reason back at you, perfect. You made him say what you wanted him to say now. Even just by apologizing he does it so well, so perfectly.

"Don't be, it's understandable." A weak laughter came out from your mouth before approaching him and gave him a little smooch on his cheeks- you're making him tempted. He definitely missed this kind. "Although, perhaps you should go take a shower first, I already set the bathtub for you there." Again, you snuck another kiss but this time it's on his lips, he returned it back though and all he said was "Alright, I'll be back in the kitchen for about a minute doll" before heading up to the stairs, you your shared bedroom to go ahead and change now.

He still isn't aware. You're willing to do all of the dirty works to keep his image clean.

[jadequeen88]

Accidental Valentine

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This is my fic for The Citrus Dome Server Lover’s Day Literature Collab! Please go check out The Masterlist and support all of the amazing artists and writers that have contributed.🖤

A/N: WHEW guys... I don’t think I’ve put this much work into a fic EVER. I’ve been feeling pretty bad about my body and wanted to write a reader who struggled with it as well. Who better to boost your confidence than DILF Kiri feeding your praise kink?! I was heavily influenced by this amazing drabble by @rat-suki​ and got permission to use it as my inspiration for this fic.🖤 (for reference, reader is 30 and Kirishima is 42)

Thanks to @afictionalwhore and my dear friend Orchid for the beta read!🖤

RetiredProHero!Kirishima x YoungerF!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

TW: size difference, oral (both receiving), daddy kink, praise kink (lots and lots of praise), TBH the sex is pretty vanilla but very passionate, both are insecure about their bodies.

When you trudged into work this morning, you didn’t ever dream of meeting your childhood idol/crush, but here you are, staring up at a beautiful mountain of a man. Eijiro Kirishima, or retired pro hero Red Riot, had never come into your coffee shop before and you’d never imagined he would. He was huge. Nearly 7 ft tall and built like a brick house. His hair was back to his natural black with flecks of silver at his temples and hung long and wild around his shoulders. He had on a pair of glasses and wore a dark maroon sweater and jeans.

Even though he’s aged, he looks just as handsome as the young man you fell for as a girl.

The year he made his debut, you were only six, and like most other six-year-olds, you idolized the pro heroes. Most of your friends loved Deku or Dynamite, but you always loved Red Riot. His smile, warmth, and his fiercely protective nature made your tiny heart burst with admiration. Throughout his hero career, you kept up with all of his interviews, the battles he’d been in, the awards he’d won, and his hero rankings. You’d also gotten as much merch as possible over the years and still wore your worn-out, oversized Red Riot t-shirt to sleep in. When he retired a couple of years ago, you still scanned articles online trying to gather bits and pieces of information about the hero, but he wasn’t one to seek out the spotlight. You think that’s probably why he’d always been your favorite. He was a true hero. Serving the citizens and keeping them safe was his top priority. You didn’t want to admit it, but you kept up with him for one main reason… You wanted to know if he was seeing anyone.

You remember being eaten up with jealousy when you’d see his arm around another woman going to galas and award ceremonies. Your sixteen-year-old brain knew that of course, he’d date women. He was a grown man and a pro hero. But your heart would ache, wanting to be the one his soft eyes and pointy-toothed grin was fixed on.

Now those same eyes were fixed on you, his mouth moving and forming words, but you were too star-struck to hear what he was saying. When you snapped out of your daze and remembered you were supposed to be taking his order, you were mortified.

“I-I’m so sorry sir! Could you please repeat that?”

“Sure thing!” his bright smile was hypnotizing, “Just a venti-sized flat white. Have you had your coffee yet? Ya looked a little far away there for a second, kid.”

Your heart leaped at the little nickname. “Yeah, sorry about that! I guess I should get a couple of shots of espresso in me before I try to be productive.” You chuckle nervously as you scribble his order on the cup and turn to make his drink.

“Oh, uhh…” he peeks around the counter to get your attention, “Do you need my name? For the order?”

You freeze realizing you forgot basic, barista 101 etiquette…

“Actually,” you face him, a sheepish grin on your face, avoiding eye contact, “I know your name. You… umm, were my favorite hero,” you blush, and your eyes widen in embarrassment, “you know when I was a kid...”

You turn back to your work, kicking yourself for being so awkward. 

“Really? I think you’re the first person to recognize me since ya know,” he circled his head with his pointer finger, “I stopped dying my hair..”

You turned your head to peer up at him through your dark lashes, a light dusting of blush still on your cheeks, “Well, I like it. It looks good on you.”

The retired pro’s heart was bursting at how damned cute you were. Was this pretty, young girl… embarrassed? Over him?! He watched your tiny hands move as they worked on his drink order, wondering how small they’d feel grasped in his massive ones. Your soft hair caught in the sunlight making you look like a literal angel and he sighed. You reached up to grab a canister from the top shelf and a sliver of soft skin between your t-shirt and jeans peeked through. His gaze became far away and he damn near drooled at the sight. Just how long had it been since he’d touched another woman? Kirishima wasn’t one for casual flings. He always got too invested in whoever he was seeing. So when he and his long-time girlfriend broke things off a couple of years ago, he wasn’t rushing back into the dating scene.

However, things were a little more… complicated than just not finding the right girl to commit to. He was getting older and it was starting to show. Over the past few years, he’d lost his confidence. He’s bulkier around the middle no matter what workouts or diets he tries. Overuse of his quirk has caused stretchmarks and scars all over his skin. He was starting to get crow’s feet and he was overall just TOO big and TOO hairy. He felt like some sort of gorilla walking around in human clothing. Kirishima isn’t stupid or trying to fool himself. A young, gorgeous thing like you wasn’t looking for anything from an old, washed-up man like him. But, fuck… It was nearly impossible for him to move his gaze away from your ass… Oh, the things he’d do to you if he were a few years younger...

You turned to look over your shoulder and notice his gaze… and it’s apparent that he’s checking you out. He looks like a man starved, eyes glued to your ass.

“Well, well, well… maybe he wasn’t so annoyed with my fangirling after all.”

When he realized you’d gone still, his eyes met yours and he quickly averted his gaze. His cheeks turned as red as his hair used to be. You busied yourself with the milk steamer to hide your big, goofy grin. With a new burst of confidence, you decide to take a chance and when you go to write his name on his to-go cup, you write

 “Big Red <3” 

You pause, bite your lip, and think to yourself, “why the hell not?” as you scribble your number underneath the nickname. You turn to give him his drink and your nerves almost make you retreat and make a whole new drink. Then he meets your gaze and your world stops spinning. His vermillion eyes crinkle at the edges as his scared lips turn upwards into a syrupy sweet smile.

When Kirishima takes his drink from you, your fingers brush his for the briefest second and he can tell they’re trembling. “Oh no, I hope I haven’t made her nervous or uncomfortable.” He wanted to go crawl in a hole… That was until he saw what you’d written on his cup.

He stammers, looking from the cup to your face like he’s checking to see if you’re pulling a prank on him or not. Before he can say anything, you bite your lip and look up at him. 

“I’m off work this Sunday. Just… if you’d like to hang out or something.” your gaze shifts and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. 

After a moment or two, his face lights up in a huge grin. “Y-yeah, great!” he turns and walks a few steps, then turns around and motions at the cup, “So… I should just, ahh… text you?”

You giggle and it’s the sweetest sound he’s heard in a long time, “That would be nice, yeah.”

“Okay, great!... Talk later then!” He waves and leaves the coffee shop, feeling light as a feather and ten years younger.

*****

Sunday rolls around and you spend the morning making sure the place is cleaner than it’s been in weeks. Your place was small but cozy. For a fleeting moment, you’re a little insecure about how modest your apartment is. You don’t know exactly how wealthy pros are when they retire, but you know he’s more familiar with much nicer places than yours. You decide he probably knew just what to expect on a barista’s salary and tried to put it out of your mind. You checked on the cookies baking in the oven. When you found out through your text conversations that he loved chocolate chip cookies with the large chunks of dark chocolate baked in, you went out and bought everything to make them the same day. You kept watching over them like a hawk to avoid burning them. They still looked pretty gooey, so you decided it would be safe to get changed into something a little nicer. Just as you were about to turn the corner into your bedroom, your doorbell rang.

“Shit!” you looked at your phone and sure enough, you let time get away from you. He was here and you were still in your cropped leggings and t-shirt, sporting a messy bun and dirty apron. You groaned as you realized you couldn’t leave him on your doorstep while you changed. Defeated, you hurried to the door.

You opened the door, hoping that you at least didn’t have flour in your hair, and looked up into the much larger man’s eyes. The realization that THE Red Riot was standing this close to you made your stomach flutter and a goofy grin slide across your face. While you stood there star-struck, he broke the silence.

“Wow, it smells amazing in here!”

“Oh!” you jumped a little then promptly ran over to your oven, “Sorry! Please come on in!” you said over your shoulder as you were pulling your oven mitts on. 

Kirishima walked into your cozy apartment and instantly felt at ease. He couldn’t pinpoint just what it was, but something about your place felt more like home than any place he’d ever lived before. As he finished scanning your apartment, his eyes landed on you taking the cookies out of the oven. The comfortable, domestic feel of the place coupled with your ass on full display as you bent down to remove the cookies from the oven had his jeans tightening. You stood up and he averted his gaze before you turned around, not wanting to get caught checking your ass out for a second time.

“Fair warning, I’m not a talented baker by any means,” you removed your oven mitts after placing the cookie sheets on the cooling rack and flashed a sly grin his way, “But when Red Riot tells you what his favorite cookies are… Ya kinda gotta make them, right?”

Oh… If you only knew how pent up this man was… he debated bending you over right then and there and fucking you until you couldn’t walk. He really hit the jackpot with you… a hot, younger woman with the perfect ass who bakes him cookies and for some reason thinks he hung the moon? Kirishima would have given you a ring right then and there if he didn’t think it would scare you off.

“Well,” he radiated warmth as he looked between you and the cookies cooling on the rack, “If you’re not the sweetest thing! I, ahh… might have gotten you a little something too.” he then held up a 6 pack of your favorite cider. “Because when Y/N, L/N tells you what her favorite cider is… Ya kinda gotta get her some.” he winked and you felt your knees buckle and your cheeks burn. You felt like you were in a fairytale.

Then you remembered that the princesses in fairytales definitely did not wear flour-riddled black leggings, old t-shirts, and dirty aprons.

“OH! Umm, I need to go get cleaned up. I’ll only be a minu-” his massive hand wrapped around your wrist as you walked past him. It covered half of your forearm and a shudder ran through you. You wanted those giant hands to roam every inch of your body.

“Please don’t,” his eyes were half-lidded and his voice was low, “...I think you look beautiful like this.” his calloused thumb traced little circles on your skin not meeting your gaze. His deep voice was impossibly tender.

Now that you’d felt his skin on yours, you couldn’t contain your churning desires any longer. You wanted, needed, more. Rising up on your tiptoes, you curled your fist into Kirishima’s shirt collar and pulled his face toward yours.

You felt him tense up for a moment, then relax into the kiss. His massive hands found purchase on your hips, digging into the pliant flesh there. A needy whimper caught in his throat spurring you on to deepen the kiss. 

It was like your bodies were working around each other in perfect harmony… lips parting at a slow pace, like honey dripping from the edge of a spoon and tongues meeting in the middle to taste each other. You both savored the kiss for as long as you could, eyes lazily drifting open and shared breaths causing your hearts to dance out of your chests. 

You saw him falter, his gaze dropping, and you feared that you overstepped. 

“Kirishima I-“

“Ejiro,” he stopped you with a hand against your cheek, “Call me Eijiro…” his thumb caressed your bottom lip slowly, back and forth. His touch held so much devotion in it.

“Eijiro…” you sighed, looking up at him with pleading eyes, “I need you…”

The giant of a man before you swept you up into his arms and began walking down your hallway. You quickly wrapped your arms and legs around his hulking frame as if you were climbing a tree. 

“Second door on the right,” you were panting into his neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over it. 

You blew a cool stream of air along his damp skin and felt him shudder. A giggle bubbled up from your chest at being able to weaken a retired pro-hero known for being a human shield against the worst villains Japan has ever known. Your little stunt resulted in a grunt and a firm, warning squeeze to your thigh.

“So that’s what we’re doing today, huh?” he tosses you on the bed just hard enough to make you bounce up a little… then he’s on you, placing light kisses all along your neck as he prods your sides looking for a ticklish spot. You can’t remember the last time you laughed this hard and the fact that it was your idol drawing it from you made you dizzy with joy.

“Mercy! Mercy!” you were breathless and your abdomen ached from the forceful laughs Ejiro was pulling from you. He blew a raspberry on your neck as a final tease then relented, sitting up to meet your gaze.

You were absolutely smitten. You caressed the lines around his eyes and the scar that split his lips as your eyes roamed across his features. Every crease, every scar… you wanted to kiss them all. When his gaze faltered and he pulled away to sit beside you on the bed, the feeling you’d done something wrong resurfaced. You sat up beside him and placed your hand on his thigh.

“Eijiro…” your voice was barely above a whisper, “I’m sorry, I know I can come on a little strong sometimes, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just…” your eyes meet and his gaze is unreadable.

“No, no…” his ruby eyes drop to the floor, “It’s just that,” he chuckles nervously, “Well, it’s been a while. I’m not very good with casual flings and the like. So I don’t really date much…”

You rise to your feet and move to stand in front of him. Sitting in front of you on your bed, you’re only slightly below eye level with him. You place your tiny hands on his thick thighs and nudge them apart so you can slot your hips between them.

“When I told you that you were my favorite hero,” you reach for his wrist and remove the hair tie from it, “What that actually meant was that I’d watch the news every day just to make sure you were safe.” 

Slender fingers move through his wild mane of silver-flecked hair untangling any knots, “It meant that when that villain with the sludge quirk put you in the hospital for a couple of days, my mom let me stay home from school because I was so distraught,” you pulled all of his untangled hair to the nape of his neck and began wrapping the hair tie around it.

“It meant that my silly sixteen-year-old heart would ache when I saw you hand in hand with a girl in a magazine going out on a date,” you grinned at how silly you felt admitting that. Once his hair was secured in a low ponytail, your hands trailed along his broad shoulders.

“Now that I’ve thoroughly embarrassed myself, I’ll get to the point.” your intense gaze held years of longing for the hero in front of you, “Nothing about this is casual for me.”

Tears pricked the corners of Kirishima’s eyes. Had anyone ever showed him this much tender devotion? All the years he’d taken beating after beating, a glorified human shield, content with leaving most of the game to his friends. He was all rough edges and bulk. He was the one doing the protecting every time. Even in his romantic relationships, he was the one who would give, and give, and give… never asking or expecting to be taken care of. Being handled with such care was utterly foreign to him and it stirred up a deep need he never knew was there.

“Eji…” his glassy eyes met yours, “Can I take care of you?” you sank to your knees, hands sliding up his thighs.

“Please…”

Your hands made quick work of his button and zipper. He shifted his hips upwards to help you ease his jeans down his thick thighs and you pulled his jeans and boxers down in one slow pull. Nothing would have prepared you for just how huge he was. Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second, wondering how you’d get that thing to fit inside your cunt, much less your mouth… but it was something you were eager to find out.

Looking up at him from under your dark lashes, you made a show of lewdly licking your lips. You flattened your tongue and drug the wet muscle from his base right above his neatly trimmed patch of black hair, all the way to the swollen, red tip of his head. You felt the powerful muscles in his thighs clench as his head rolled back and a delicious moan escaped his open mouth. Making your hero come undone with one lick to his cock was intoxicating. 

“Fuck, baby…” Kirishima fisted the sheets praying he wouldn’t come just from your teasing. He’s not sure his pride could handle it. It became a very real threat when he dared to look down at you kissing and licking all up and down his length. Once your mouth had gotten him wet enough, your soft hands joined your warm mouth in worshiping his cock. You met his gaze as you kissed his tip and licked up the pre that was escaping in pearlescent beads. When you had teased him to your contentment, you swallowed him down as deep as your throat would allow, wrapped your hand around his base, and moaned.

Kirishima had many blowjobs in his life. In fact, he’d had some that he would say were pretty amazing… but in all his adult life, he’d never been so thoroughly and enthusiastically devoured like this. He threaded his fingers of one hand in your loose bun and fisted your bed sheets in his other to ground himself. After a minute or two, he felt his release creeping up much faster than he wanted.

He placed his hands on either side of your face causing you to stop bobbing your head and look up at him. He ran his thumb against your swollen bottom lip and you leaned into his tender touch. He bends forward and places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Lay down on the bed,” he whispers into your hair. Nerves starting to catch up to you, you shook slightly as you stood from your spot on the floor. Before you lay down, you remember to take your apron off then lay on your pillows, heart pounding awaiting further instruction.

Kirishima hovers over you reminding you yet again just how tiny you are compared to him. His warm hand covers your knee and slowly travels up your thigh, stopping right before he meets your throbbing core. He runs his hand back down your thigh to gently nudge your knees apart. Leaning on his forearms, he positions himself between your thighs and you gasp at the friction created where your bodies meet. While planting tender kisses on your neck, he whispers, “I need you to promise that you’ll tell me if I need to stop or if something doesn’t feel okay. Can you do that?”

“Y-yes…” you moan as he nibbles on your earlobe, teasing with his sharp teeth but not breaking your skin.

“Mmm,” he places sweet kisses all along your jaw, your breath catching in your throat, “Good girl.”

Receiving praise from him made your chest swell. You wanted nothing more than to please this man you were rapidly falling for. He sat up, legs folded under his body, and slowly slid his hands under the hem of your oversized t-shirt. You felt his hands still on your stomach and looked up from where you were laying on your pillows to see what had made him freeze.

He met your gaze with a devilish grin, “Baby girl…” his thumbs run small circles on your skin, “Did you wear this for me?” 

When you realize what he’s talking about, you hide your face and groan into your hands. You completely forgot that you were still in your old Red Riot t-shirt that you usually slept in. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!” you mumbled behind your palms.

Kirishima chuckled and shushed you, “No, no, no… This is the sexiest thing you could have possibly worn.” He pulls the hem of your t-shirt up to expose your tummy, burying his face in the soft skin there. Gentle kisses were placed all along the waistline of your leggings, every squishy part and every little stretchmark that decorated your skin like tiny spiderwebs were lovingly caressed with his plush lips. Having the part of your body you were the most self-conscious of worshiped like this felt more vulnerable than sex.

As the kisses traveled higher, they became sloppier and more desperate. You lifted your arms to allow him to remove your shirt, exposing your plain white cotton bra. The feel of his stubble against your skin as he moaned into your cleavage sent shivers down your body. Instead of paying attention to your neglected nipples, his warm mouth carved a path up the column of your throat, head thrown back to give him as much access as possible.

Kirishima whispered against the tender skin under your earlobe, “This okay, baby?” two large fingers dip into the front of your leggings. You nod enthusiastically, unable to form a coherent answer, “Mmm… I need words, sweet thing. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes… it’s more than okay,” your chests are touching as he works his hand down the front of your pants.

When Kirishima’s thick fingers slid between your drenched folds, you arched your back and grasped his forearm. Slowly, he spread your slick around, dancing past your clit with each stroke. His teasing was turning you into a whimpering mess underneath him. 

He had all the time in the world and having you melt underneath his touch was the best way he could hope to spend it. After what felt like an eternity of him gently brushing against you, only slightly dipping into your needy hole and barely grazing your clit, you were openly panting and whining. A steady stream of praises flowed from his lips.

“You’re such a pretty girl… such a pretty little pussy.”

“Look at how wet you are for me. Like this, huh? My pretty girl likes my fingers teasing her?”

“I can’t wait to lick my fingers clean. You’re gonna taste so sweet.”

You were so worked up that tears began to form in your eyes, “Eji… I-“

“Hmm? What is it, baby girl? Need something?” His finger drags around your clit slowly, adding a fraction more pressure. 

“Please, I need more Eji,” your nails digging into his forearm were leaving little crescents in his thick skin.

“Sweet girl,” he meets your mouth with a slow, wet kiss, “you can have whatever you want.”

Without hesitation, he sits up and pulls your leggings down with your panties. A groan rattles his large chest when he sees a thread of your slick attached to the crotch. Once his face is buried in between your thighs, it’s a real possibility he might come just from eating you out. 

All the teasing had brought him to the edge as well and he was out of patience. With a few hurried kisses to each thigh, he dove into your dripping cleft. His tongue plunged into your core as he nudged his nose into your puffy clit. 

You cry out and convulse around his face. His arms wrap around your thighs, firmly but gently holding your legs open to give him full access to eat you as thoroughly as possible. When he moves to suck your clit, you know you won’t last much longer. As he nurses on your sensitive nub, you feel the familiar tightening in your lower body. He picks up on this and moans into your skin as he greedily sucks. 

“Ahh… Ahh, I’m- I’m gonna….”

“Oh that’s it,” he encourages you by praising you and massaging your thighs in his massive hands, “let me have it, baby girl. Come on, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Your toes curl and back arches as you’re thrown over the edge. “Oh FUCK!! Coming, coming…. ooooh god… ahh D-daddy!…”

“Daddy, is it? Goddamn”

Kirishima felt his dick twitch and his breath caught in his throat.

He wipes his face on the back of his hands and makes a show of licking his fingers clean as he leans over you, nose touching yours.

“What was that baby?” His voice was strained as he pressed his dick into the warm, damp skin of your thigh…

You bat your lashes and ghost your lips over his as you whisper, “Daddy… please let me ride you. I need you inside me.” The nail in Kirishima’s coffin was when you licked his bottom lip then quickly followed with a chaste kiss.

You waste no time wrapping your thighs around his waist and twisting. He follows your lead and lays flat on his back letting you straddle him. You grab the hem of his shirt and similarly tease him, leaving a trail of kisses along his broad stomach. Kirishima flinches a little, self-conscious of his skin and how soft his middle had gotten over the years. You meet his eyes as you pull his shirt over his broad shoulders and run your hands back down his body. 

“Mmm, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” hands and eyes roamed over the expanse of skin in front of you, “It’s even better than in my dreams.”

He wondered for the hundredth time how got this lucky. You really loved his body? Maybe… maybe he wasn’t in as bad of shape as he thought…

“No,” his hands rubbed your hips, kneading your soft skin, “You’re better than I’d ever hoped to find.” He sits upon the headboard and pulls you closer into his lap, “Now,” he pulls your hair free of the messy bun, “Can you be a good girl and come on my cock?”

You lift your hips and place his tip at your entrance. That alone caused a delicious stretch and you knew it would be a slow process getting him to fit comfortably.

“Yes, Daddy,” your hands wrapped around his neck and he growled as he pulled you into a rough kiss.

“Good fuckin girl.” 

He helped lower you onto his cock with lots of kisses, praises, and gentle squeezes. When you got closer to his base, the pain was too much for a moment. Kirishima used his thumb to rub circles into your clit, shushing you sweetly against your parted mouth. 

“Are you okay, baby?” He brushes your hair off your sweaty forehead with his free hand while his other is still working your clit over.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whisper, “You fill me up so well. I love your massive cock filling me up.”

“You’re gonna make me crazy, you know that? Huh?” He pulls your lower lip into his mouth and sucks. You both sit for a while, exchanging kisses and whispers while you adjust to his girth.

“Are you ready to move now, sweet girl?” 

“Yes, Daddy…” he helps you move, dragging your hips up and down his shaft.

After a few deep thrusts, you both increase your pace, matching each other’s movements. It’s not long before your head is thrown back, tears escaping the corners of your eyes. Loud moans and curses escape your mouth as one nipple is pulled into Kirishima’s mouth.

“Oh, Daddy! Fuck, fuck! Right there, right there… I… I’m… AHH!” Before you can even say anything, you’ve come undone, spasming around his cock. 

“Oh, good girl, good fuckin girl,” you go limp and bury your face into his neck while he slams your hips onto his, chasing his release. The feeling of him using your body to get off makes you dizzy with joy. You lean into his ear whispering, “Please come inside me. Wanna feel you come inside me, Daddy… please, need your come inside me, Daddy.” 

Your slurred pleas against his ear send him over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm. As he comes down from his high and looks into your face full of adoration, he knows he’s caught… hook, line, and sinker. 

*****

The rest of the evening is spent eating cookies on your couch, drinking cider, and watching your favorite crime drama. The sweet kisses and touches sprinkled throughout the night feel so natural… Like you’ve been together for years instead of hours. 

You end up with Kirishima’s head in your lap, running your fingers through his hair as he closes his eyes and relaxes into your touch. The clock on your wall reads 12:30 am and it dawns on you what day it officially is.

“Eji?”

“Hmm?” He opens one eye and reaches up to scratch your scalp. 

“Will you be my valentine?” You bite your bottom lip to stifle a silly grin.

He sits up and pulls you into a bear hug. 

“What kinda silly question is that? Of course. I don’t ever want another valentine besides you.”

Your heart explodes and you kiss him, grabbing his cheeks in both hands. 

“Sixteen-year-old me is absolutely losing her shit right now,” you giggle, rubbing his nose with yours.

“Well,” he grabs your ass and raises an eyebrow, “Forty-two-year-old me is losing his shit right now over finding such a sweet girl with such a sweet ass on her,” he nips at your neck and you squeal.

“Ooh, you ready for another round, old man?”

He growls and throws you over his shoulder. A swift spank to your ass causes you to burst into a fit of laughter. 

“Oh, so I’m dealing with a brat now? You want me to show you what this old man does to little brats?” He squeezes your thighs as he makes his way to the bedroom. 

“But I’m your good girl! Remember?!”

“Yeah, yeah… We’ll see about that.”