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crushsblogstories · 3 months ago

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Touchy Feely

How touchy I think some One Piece men are

WARNING(S)!

None of these are my characters!

Suggestive SEXUAL themes! MINORS DNI!

Swearing!

MINORS DNI!

Pronouns! Not specified

Time! Not specified

Touching! Is a given cause of the title..

NOT PROOF READ

What the frick guys... In my OP last os/hc I could make Sanji's name yellow. Now I can't ˙◠˙ I usually don't use 'y/n' but I did like maybe 3 times?

Luffy

I feel like he'd be superrr touchy but in the proximity way both decently and indecently

He is completely wrapped around you during cuddles and if you're a big spooner you're facing eachother cause he NEEDS to have his arms around you.

If he's horny his arms mayyy or may not extend to fondle or 'tickle' some places in a circular motion

Kisses you all over.

One time you were upset and absolutely would. Not. talk to him so he was full on on his knees with a singular tear

"Pleaseeeeee! Talk to meeeeee! I'm sorryyyyy!"

You wouldn't let him kiss you earlier that morning so instead he grabbed your hand and started kissing up your arm, up and back down your neck, and you stopped him when he tried going to your chest because you were openly on deck

PDA wise he has no boundaries, knowledge, or care of what should or should not be done or said outside of just you and him.

Still kisses you all over, gets wayyyy to touchy and fondles a bit too much sometimes even a hand down ur pants or up ur shirt What? His hands r cold

Will absolutely tell you if he's in the mood.

"I want to have sex." "What.." "I WANT TO HAVE SEX" for the island's whole market to hear

Woohoo wise he doesn't care. Touch, no touch, doesn't matter as long as you or he is getting it good. Will keep going until both of u actually CAN NOT MOVE and we all know he's energetic

Zoro

I feel like he'll hold your waist, stand directly behind u, rest his head on you, and so on.

He's the type to prefer you to hold his wrist or arm instead of holding hands but if you ask or prefer holding hands he'd 100% be open.

PDA wise go back to the first sentance. He believes anything he does to show how much he adores and appreciates you shouldn't stop just because of location or people.

That goes to say, he's also not as bad as Sanji. If he gets jealous? He will ABSOLUTELY say something sexuall, not sensual, something completly lewd and act on it later. If he's REALLY jealous he'll do it right then and there

(Some guy's flirting with you and Zoro, who walked away for like 2 seconds, overheard) "Can I just say, I travel a lot, I've been across the world, and I've never seen anyone as captivating as you. I'm glad I layed eyes on y-"

"They had one room left, we're lucky. Ready to go?" Let's be fr.. It wasn't really a question..

He completely ignored the guy's presence and went straight to you, playing with the hem of your pants/skirt. When the guy just stands there in shock he reahes his hands way to low.

Boinking wise he'll hold your hands over your head, grip your thighs when eating u out, just holds whatever is closest for that position.

Sometimes he'll grab your face when you kiss even if one of his hands are preoccupied (legit hovering over you.. GET THOSE GAINS)

Sanji

I feel like it takes the whole of him not to touch you sensually in public but he also doesn't like to do it often in case you take it as objectifying or he only likes you for your body/looks.

If you have a conversation about it he'd start after it but if not he'd slowlyyyy introduce it over like 2 years

His head is in your neck during all hugs kisses may be included

Secluded hugs might have his head in your chest, sometimes even eating you out/sucking your cock

PDA wise he usually has a hand on your hip, is holding you hand or interlocking pinkies, and will be down for you sitting on his lap.

The first few times u sat there you felt a surprise.

Anything private doesn't really change in public, he'll tone down what he really means or wants to do though

"I want to slurp everything you have/suck you dry then pound you so good all you can say is my name." {Translates to} *1 Neck kiss, *agreeance to whatever you said, *starting to rub inner thigh

Boinking wise it's all about you. If you like being touched best believe he's all over you. If you don't or it's to an extent he'd probably get turned on at the loss of contact but best believe you two are cuddling for and hour after the clean up.

He likes to worship your body like your a god(dess) so he's touching everywhere and fucking every hole that your comfortable with ofc

Again, if your not SUPERRR big on touching during sex he's kissing, sucking, and eating any and everything he can.

Usopp

I feel like he likes light touch and proximity in a lowkey wholesome way

He would absolutly melt at even the thought, mention, or ask of holding hands - In later seasons he would warm up to it

One time he held your hand up in celebration and forgot to let go. When he realized he was red asf

He would be the hugging cuddling type but like I said, when he gets more comfortable with it he'd probably just let his hands roam your body, just liking the contact, even in his sleep.

"Y/nnn" It was a sleepy moan, one hand roaming up and another down.

PDA wise he'd hold hands and interlock pinkies, sit next to you to touch knees or thighs and might play footsies if he can't

Woohoo wise? He likes to see you but gets embarassed if you see the faces he makes.

He'll hide his face in your neck or chest kissing it as he does for as long as he can before he absolutely needs to see you

He absolutely CANNOT do bondage he NEEDS to feel your skin on his other than being inside you (Or u inside him ʅ(o-<)ʃ *wink)

When I say absolutely cannot I mean his pp would go floppy if it wasn't you

But it be pretty hard for him to cum if that's a thing you're into

Get it? Pretty hard?

Anyways.. He'd still be down

A/N - IM WORKING ON THE LAST CAMPING TRIP I PROMISE PLSPLS

I'll try to get it out next week

#x reader #sanji x reader #luffy x reader #headcanon #zoro x reader #usopp x reader #one piece x reader

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seiwas · 29 days ago

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sellllllll it's meeeeee. hehehehehehehehehhehe

so for ur writing exercises.... deku + light? please? pretty please?

:3c

heheh heheh hehe niku. this will be the death of me. me writing izuku for the first time 🥲 i will only do this for you </3

contains: established relationship, spoilers for the end of the manga, aged up deku but sometime in between the final outcome (he doesn't get the h*** s*** from bakugo yet), mentions of sex and scars

deku + light

izuku only sleeps with the lights off.

it isn't uncommon; many people you know can't sleep with even just a sliver of light turned on somewhere in the room. but the difference with izuku, you learn, is not that he's unable to stand the light―it's that he refuses to.

you quickly pick up on it the first few times he sleeps over.

he fidgets in bed, pretty badly, actually. the nightlight you sleep with glows a warm yellow, illuminating the side of your face and coating him in its afterglow. you chalk it up to nerves, how he pulls at his sleeves and adjusts his position constantly; he is, after all, one of the most anxious people you know.

and this relationship―it's new. heck, even you feel a little jittery with his arm wrapped around you.

the rhythmic tapping on your hip only increases pace. you don't think he realizes it, so your hand gently reaches for his, intertwining your fingers as you turn around in his arms.

he's close, nearly touching you nose-to-nose; the proximity leaves you fuzzy, a little ticklish, so you giggle, a soft "oops," as the freckles dusting his face almost glisten under the warm light.

"hi," you whisper, meeting his eyes; they stare back at you wide in surprise, "can't sleep?"

he looks almost guilty at your question, as if you’ve caught him with the one thing he's been trying to keep from you.

"just—" his voice comes out louder than intended, prompting him to chuckle nervously as he readjusts his volume, "just winding down, sorry."

you inch closer, nuzzling his nose lightly, "it's okay."

"did i wake you?" he asks, cheeks flushing pink as his eyebrows furrow in immediate concern. his expression is something caught between stifling a grin and feeling sorry.

you shake your head against the pillow you share, strands of your hair tangling with his. "just winding down," you tease, watching as his gaze turns softer, eyelids drooping heavier.

sometimes, you think, izuku holds the world in his eyes―a deep, dark green, the color of life. most times, they look at you with wonderment, bright and alive; photos from inko tell you they're the eyes of his inner child.

on nights like this one, however, they hide a depth in them weighted by what you can only assume is time, and all that has happened to him in such a short span of it.

you try your best to understand what lies beneath them, knowing full well he'll never tell you outright what truly bothers him.

"is it the light?" you bring up, some time after laying in silence.

"hm?" he clarifies.

"do you have a hard time sleeping with the nightlight?"

his eyes widen briefly once more, as if shocked that you've caught him again. these split second reactions are ones you've learned to be attentive to when it comes to izuku.

"no," he tries to lie, but you know better as you turn to your nightstand and reach for its switch, "you don't–"

"it was hurting my eyes," you quickly make up an excuse, tucking yourself closer under his chin as you cut off his attempt to deny it again.

finding out that the light was the problem was the easy part—

you'd begun to notice much earlier on that izuku was barely rested on the nights he'd spend at your place. it was only when your old nightlight broke that you began to notice him waking up much later than you did, groggily rousing from a deep sleep.

—what was hard, was figuring out why.

at first, you suspected it was his scars.

"s-sorry, it's not—" he'd warned you, right as your hands gripped the hem of his shirt the first time you were about to have sex, "—it's not nice."

you didn't care though; you still don't care, and you've made that abundantly clear to him since. you love izuku and all his parts―all the nicks and jaggedy pieces of skin that make up who he is.

when you eventually ask him about it, with a request that he be honest with you for once, he tells you that it is and it isn't―the reason why he exclusively sleeps with the lights off, that is.

it's an odd, comforting relationship he has with his body—that he is simultaneously grateful and sorry for how its become a canvas, both painted and marred to symbolize japan’s historic last stand.

you find out the real reason when you catch him staring at his hands.

he does it often, when he thinks you aren't looking—his fists bunched up in the same way he used to watch the power of one for all course through his fingertips; the same way he used to prepare them in battle.

there’s a faraway look in his eyes that lingers, you notice—a little wistful if anything.

“do you miss it?” you finally ask. he gives you the same shocked look he does every time, as if he’s been caught with a secret he’s been trying to hide.

he’s learned a fair bit about you now, too, though—lying to you is futile when you’ve perfected reading his truth. he stares at his fists again as you take a seat beside him, moving to give you space. you rest your head on his shoulder gently, waiting.

“sometimes,” he admits, but you know it’s an understatement.

“i think about the vestiges a lot. i miss them the most, i think,” he continues, clenching his fists tightly, “i always try to reach out to them, but i guess it doesn’t work that way.”

“i… i try to replicate the right conditions every night, but…” then he lets go, stretching his fingers out wide. the scars on the surface ripple through his skin, telling its own story.

you hum, acknowledging what he means. silence sits with the two of you as you take his hand in yours, slowly unfurling his fingers until his palm reveals itself to you. it’s rough to the touch, seasoned with hard work and all that he’s been through.

“is that why you prefer the dark?” you ask softly, after some time.

it's not often that you stay up later than izuku does. when you do though, you catch him shifting in bed, moving from side-to-side. you pretend you aren't awake, but you hear him mumble their names, dwindling in volume as he dozes off to sleep.

he stares at his palm for a moment before he admits quietly, "yeah." his brows furrow as if contemplating whether to say more, but he shakes his head, dark green strands swaying to the beat of his embarrassed chuckle, "nevermind, it's silly."

"it's not."

you intertwine your fingers, sandwiching his hand between yours. a slight sheen glosses over his eyes as he tilts his head up to look at you. he draws in a breath, before it spills over.

"it's..." he finds the words, and you squeeze his hand in comfort, "it's easier to believe it was all real when the lights are out, and that maybe it can happen again."

#deku x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #bnha x reader #shotorus.workbook #it is here ! the first time ive ever written izuku ! i hope u like it niku !#idt i'll ever feel like anything i write of him will be enough but i tried !#SPOILERS FOR MANGA ENDING PLS DONT READ AHEAD #some stuff abt the blurb: i see this happening in the time between him losing ofa and before getting the suit from bakugo #so somewhere between when hes teaching #and i think its a lot of complex feelings ― he's happy he did what he had to do but is also mourning the loss of something he once had #i don't think i can ever convey that feeling fully but i hope i at least managed to touch on it here with him !#i see this as like . the period in his life where he's transitioning out of something he once knew into smth else entirely #i also hc reader to be his colleague (like a teacher or smth) but anyone closely related to the job would work !#really just someone who has a base level understanding of what he went through but doesnt know everything #which is why they're still trying to learn all these things abt him and read him better #and also why he tries to hide a lot of things from them still / is hesitant to share in fear of scaring them away smth like that !#thats all i can think of for now but ill let u know if i have other thoughts on this later on ! hehe #hope u enjoy niku !#ask #rep #ask game answered #most nervewracking experience of my LIFE writing him #stellamancer #niku.🥩

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lightfeltmemories · 1 year ago

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episode one: phantom troupe and romance; headcanons from least toxic, to most toxic

characters include: chrollo, machi, pakunoda, shizuku, uvogin, shalnark, feitan, phinks, bonolenov, kortopi, hisoka, illumi, nobunaga, franklin. (not in order)

tw's: nsfw but nothing explicit, mentions of non-con, spoilers for the deaths of pakunoda, shalnark, kortopi and uvogin, toxic relationships, lovebombing, mentions of torture (not on reader), mentions of cheating, mentions of reader's death,

notes: a completely self indulgent post, you can probably tell who im biased towards by how long certain sections are.

because this contains mentions of nsfw, do not interact if you are under 18, you will be blocked if you do !! also, do not leave negative comments please, they will be deleted :)

pakunoda

out of everyone, guaranteed, she'll be the best partner out of everyone else, you might even end up shocked that she's apart of the troupe if it ever comes to you finding out.

she's a darling, spoils and cares for you like anyone else, a great listener and partakes in your interests in hobbies, its (almost) like a fairytale by how the relationship is, the troupe knows you but you don't know them! and she wants to keep it that way, of course still she's a murderer, so it would break her if you were to have found out about everything, she vowed to never let you know or even have you close to knowing about what she does, but you just can't help but wonder what she's doing when she's away for long periods of time.

until it comes to her death.

now, you eventually find out that she died from a close friend of hers, but he knows paku doesn't want you to know about the troupe, so, he's a bit vague, and a bit creepy.

nobunaga

personally out of everyone else, i feel like nobunaga would be other most normal when it comes to relationships, but then again, he's an enigma, he doesn't strike me as the type to be the best boyfriend literally ever or very very toxic, i feel like out of everyone else, if you're looking for someone to be in a semi normal relationship with, nobunaga is your best shot, but of course, he's a part of the phantom troupe, and any member apart of it isn't exactly the best partner by default.

he's still a murder and thief, like all members i believe that he would definitely steal things that remind him of you, he'd most definitely kill for you.

unlike someone like feitan or machi, he doesn't exactly have a problem with being vulnerable when you get to know him, he'll tell you about himself, and of course, because he's a criminal he can't exactly tell you what he does for a living, but can't bring himself to lie about it either, he's just hoping that one day, if you know, you won't leave or judge him for it, his childhood isn't exactly all sunshines and lolipops, y'know?

he'll love you from the ends of the earth, but he definitely won't let you walk all over him, quick to put your in your place and won't allow you to manipulate him, he won't lie to you (about trivial things, at least) so why should you? (who knows, maybe you're apart of a criminal organization and is pretty much a wanted criminal yourself :P)

bonolenov

similar to nobunaga i think if you want something that's somewhat normal, bonolenov is also a nice choice! (100% not putting him up so high because we don't really know that much about him it's totally because he would be a decent partner! honest!)

for one, you would definitely be introduced to usual romantic gestures and advances that come from his tribe, he'll tell you all about how things work with him, he'll do dances he learned when they were still here for you to show how much he adores you, and dresses you in garments that resemble such from his tribe, it's pretty cute, honestly!

now, what concerns him a bit is.. how you'll react without his bandages, he's not exactly sexy like chrollo but (to me, TO MEEEEEE) he's not the ugliest thing in the world! he just hopes that eventually if you see him in his true form, you don't scream and run away at the sight of him, its okay if you do! ..... kind of.

and if you don't, oh you'll mean so much to him!

kortopi

now, here's another one we don't know much about! but i'll try my best either way (i just want to contribute to the lack of attention him and bono get in these spaces.) he's another somewhat normal one, he also doesn't strike me as the type to be the absolute worst, but still is apart of a troupe of murderers and thieves.

similar to everyone else, he'll steal and kill for you (idk if this guy even has a body count but lets pretend he does.) and is a lot more open to being vulnerable than some other members.

now, nine times out of ten you'll be taller than him because this guy is even shorter than feitan, so, he'll definitely be wearing your t-shirts and hoodies, and he ain't complaining about it!

and eventually, he dies, now, honestly, something told you that kortopi seemed... like the odd one out when it came to the troupe, he doesn't seem like the type to be apart of... that! you better hope that hisoka doesn't care about you, or things are gonna turn ugly faster than you can blink.

uvogin

he's big (as hell), but he's sweeter (you know why they're in bold italics) than the others twice his size.

physically the strongest, you're rather lucky to have him has your partner, if someone won't stop messing with you, they're dead within a millisecond, or at least scared off since you know.. he isn't exactly built like the average guy and having someone that's eight foot fucking two walking up on you not really excited to see you is quite terrifying, depending on his mood they'll sometimes get away.... sometimes.

enough of that, how is it like when it's just the two of you? sitting on the couch or laying in bed watching movies together, his arm around you, it's basically a pillow! a hard ass pillow at that.

not the most vulnerable, he's not some weird incel who see's women as sex toys or anything, he's decently capable of being in a normal relationship, you won't see each other often sadly, but when you do, he'll pay 95% of his attention towards you, he'll even let you know straight up that he won't know when he'll get back, but he will! ... until he doesn't..

ah yes, his death at the hands of kurapika, how will you react? hell, how would kurapika react to your existence? something tells me that kurapika might kill you too, send you right off with him, or, in a rather strange twist of events, he might try to fuck you and take you to the other side, not in the way of barging into your house and straight up non con, nah, more like a get to know you then get in your pants type of way, uvo won't be there to protect you now would he? of course the latter is highly unlikely, but to be honest it's kind of fun to think about.

and now that you think of it... you don't even know what uvo was doing or where he was going, you choose how you want to react to how you found out about his troupe business.

shizuku

another woman! she's similar to another person right below her! she looks cute, but she's anything but!...... sort of.

she's not the best or worst partner, she's pretty normal, a bit distant but it's not something you can't manage, maybe she just needs some space and you're overwhelming her, but something that really gets to you is her forgetfulness.

at first, she'll forget things such as your birthday or your anniversary, but going further into the relationship, she becomes less and less forgetful (she might even remember things that you don't even remember.)

what exactly do you guys do together? well, she does try to partake in your interests, and does try to get things you like!

franklin

he's similar to uvo, he's big, he's actually nicer than he appears.

what makes him so low is.. well to be honest i don't know, i don't feel like he could be high up but not so low, so, this is the perfect spot for him.

for one he does have a bit of an anger problem, not as bad as phinks, but he doesn't mind a slight argument, good thing he wont assault you, and is quick to make up for the argument.

i don't know how to write him, so, please forgive me for how small this passage is. :(

shalnark

we're starting to get into uh... strange territory, he looks kind, and seems normal, but he's anything but that, he's not the most toxic but he also isn't the most caring and understanding either, similar to nobunaga he's kind of an enigma.

he's a love bomber and very good at manipulating, definitely takes advantage of his rather cute looks, he'll figure out what you're insecure about and compliment those things specifically, i do think he is capable of loving someone genuinely, but he sometimes does things without realizing that they aren't really normal, maybe he's getting his troupe personality mixed up with the one he has with you.

he does come off as sweet at first, brings you flowers and takes you on some rather expensive dates (an uncanny feeling creeps up on you about how the waiters act, but you don't pay much attention to it.) and sometimes he's more distant and a little bit aloof, you take this as him needing his space.

he's not abusive, but he isn't the absolute best partner, there's definitely better out there.

his death doesn't hit you as hard as the others but it was still devastating, you best hope hisoka doesn't come for you, and if he does, you hope he swiftly kills you, because you really don't want this murder clown to take an interest to you.

phinks

phinks is another one 'that's kind of odd to me, i don't want to judge a book by its cover and say "yeah he's a piece of shit!!" but again, he's a lot better in comparison to anyone below.

he's similar to shalnark in quite a few ways, one, he does things that kind of makes you think he's a bit of an odd ball, he's intimidating to look at and is the second strongest physically in the troupe, so you're lucky to have someone like him if you're looking for protection.

i don't see him as the type to take you out to fancy restaurants and bring you flowers, stuff like that is a bit too sappy for him, he shows other ways like giving you thinks you like or taking you to like carnivals or other fun events.

his main problem is his anger issues, he won't physically harm you especially if you don't use nen, but he's not above arguing with or yelling at you, he doesn't do it often, but he might call you an idiot or a bitch if you take him to that point.

the relationship is somewhat normal besides that.

chrollo

chrollo is weird, some say he's loving, caring, blah blah blah while some might say he's the exact opposite.

for one he is charming, he's a relatively good looking man, he's intelligent, and is looking for someone who's also intelligent.

i feel like chrollo definitely has a type, he likes people who are elegant, he wants someone that'll make him look good while he's in public, he doesn't care much for how people view the relationship outside of that, he also looks for someone with a personality he doesn't want someone who looks good yes, but is boring to be around, someone he can have a deep conversation with and talk about his interests with.

for one, you will not know about the troupe's existence, until he is 100% ready to tell you, which will definitely take a while, but he's confident that the troupe and himself will protect you from anyone who tries to avenge.

now, what makes him so low on this list? well, he's quite manipulative, a gaslighter, too, what do you mean you saw me with another woman? it's all for business, i'm just trying to steal her nen ability.

he does want to be a good partner, but this relationship is kind of a "too good to be true" type, something is happening behind closed doors and the thought is too persistent to ignore.

illumi

this guy is... strange, for one, his beady ass eyes make him look like a bug (affectionately), and section.. his very warped perception of what love even is.

i agree with the fandom that he has a breeding kink no doubt, his intention on dating is marriage, and you will bear his children, no ifs, ands or buts.

you'll meet his family but you'll never meet the troupe, he doesn't want you getting involved in fighting (he might have someone teach you some basic self protection) because he doesn't want you to die, that'll fuck with him... kind of, you're basically trapped in the mansion.

his overprotection is toxic on its own, you don't have that much freedom, you can't go shopping unless he's with you (or if he can't be there, one of his servants will accompany you), you're never truly alone unless he's away, and when he's here, things are no better, he's distant and cold, there's not much to talk about with him, sure, he loves you, but doesn't know how to express it much.

machi

one out of three toxic ass individuals, one of them consists of machi.

lets start off with the fact that she's cold hearted, as hell, if you cry in front of her she'll look at you like you're crazy, if she's really in that mood she'll tell you that you look stupid and you need to suck it up.

not good with physical touch or romance, who knows how the two of you managed to continue the relationship, she does leave flowers for you but won't tell you that they're from her, won't admit that she's the one who got them for you.

i feel like similar to a certain clown, she won't care much for you if you aren't either powerful or capable of protecting yourself in some way.

but all she's really doing is putting up barriers, she's actually caring in her own weird way, she'll still be there for you, patch up your wounds if you managed to get cut or stabbed and would probably mourn your death.

hisoka

were getting lower, and a certain sadist who loves torture is worse, but somehow, hisoka is slightly better than him in some way or another.

for one, hisoka probably won't be that interested in you if you aren't powerful, it would be worse if you were a regular civilian, he'll take that as an opportunity to take advantage of you sexually, physically, psychologically and mentally, and the relationship will be literal hell..

but, lets say you are pretty powerful, dare i say a troupe member yourself, he won't be as interested in fighting you as much as he would chrollo, but he would be interested in... other ways.

how you managed to get into a relationship with this freak is unclear, but you two one day just.. hooked up, and it all goes downhill from here.

he has no problem killing you if he gets tired of you, he already killed two and plans on killing the rest of the spiders, why not kill another? especially you? or, in an alternate scenario where he does manage to kill off all the spider, you're the only one who's left, this can go two ways, one, he can fuck you one last time then kill you, or, he takes you with him! if you managed to have a lasting impression on him, that is.

outside of sex, he just isn't a good partner, he's probably the only one on this list that's probably willing to cheat on you (don't you dare get back at him, both you and your lover will die) he's manipulative as hell, he doesn't necessarily care about how you feel and he'll provoke you just to get a reaction out of you.

feitan

and last but not least, feitan, oh boy, good luck to you for managing to have this man attracted to you. (im a feitan girlie, so this one might be a big longer than the rest)

for one, he'll hate your rotten guts for making him feel this way, for making him feel so weak, so emotional... he might even contemplate on killing you, but when that time comes he can't bring himself to do it.

i don't want to say yandere is his default since he doesn't really know how to properly love, because i do think he has some potential, but it does make sense for him, because there has to be something about you that makes you interested in him, maybe you're his polar opposite? maybe you're also a sadist?

he's not the most romantic partner, he doesn't want to come off as vulnerable, or sappy, so, what considers as a date to him? he's the type to probably take you to a cemetery at night as a form of a date.

he will not allow the troupe to know you or you to know them, for one he's going to be teased from hell and back for finally managing to pull someone and second while it appears that he doesn't care for you much, him protecting you from them is his way of showing you that he cares.

he can't find himself being vulnerable, he might teach you his language if you're up for it, and he might bring you some things he knows you like, but thats kind of it, also he won't force you to see him torture people.. unless you betray him in a way.

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rinhaler · 1 year ago

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Pssstttt Luxe. kunigami and breeding 🥺 I just think he has a need to fill you all the time. Have to keep you full of him 🥺

PFFFFFT why do ALL massive, ripped men have a breeding kink in my mind? you are SO right help meeeeee. Also I am mentally preparing to write a kunigami fic this week so thank you for giving me something to think about heheeee

But NOW you've got me thinking about being super needy and riled up and wanting him to take care of you.

Creeping quietly into the living room of your apartment where he's playing video games with his friends and his headset on. You really don't wanna interrupt but you just can't wait anymore! So you're quiet, mumbling hellos a little and feeling slightly discouraged as he's blunt with you in favour of his friends and his game.

(he doesn't mean to be! he just doesn't get a lot of time to do this!)

You won't be deterred, though, you get in the way of the screen and he leans to keep playing his game. But you make it a little hard when you start straddling him. He thinks you might just want to cuddle at first, but when you start pathetically bucking your hips he knows :( he looks up at you with eyes full of wonder like "oh shit, really?"

and you nod.

"Guys I have to go, later!" he'll hang up without a second thought and move your panties to the side so you can ride him. He loves watching your little facial expressions as you try and get yourself off on him, but you know you can't fuck him as well as he fucks you.

He'll carry you to bed, his cock still inside and absolutely pound you into the mattress. You didn't think you could love missionary as much as you do with him, but getting to see each other's faces and kiss the whole time is so romantic.

But he'll push your knees up to your chest when he's close and bully his length to the hilt again and again, filling up your insides up with load after load because, well, you started it! And he can't just stop at one round. Not when he loves seeing how pretty your cunt looks full of his cum and just dripping.

And he loves nothing more than fingering it all back inside.

Can't waste a drop, after all!

Nothing turns on more than seeing you all full ♡

#💌 — luxe mail #sorry i got carried away 🥺#HE'S SO HOT THO #when i first started the anime he was my first crush <3333 #kunigami rensuke #kunigami smut #bllk smut #blue lock smut #tw breeding kink #blue lock x reader #kunigami x reader #rensuke kunigami x reader #bllk x reader

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bougiebutchbinch · 23 days ago

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AOB AU where Logan, much like real wolverines, has multiple life mates, and so far, he has a little harem of Omega Wade who he raises "kits" with, Omega Morph, and Beta Kurt (who dosn't even need bred he just used to help Logan out with his ruts and they never broke up once Logan found his omegas)

And he alternates them, scheduling each of their dick appointments weeks in advance of their heats. Sometimes, Morph can trick their heat by morphing into an alpha, but if their alpha is around, they can't mea while Kurt dosn't have heats and is just kinda here for some extra fun and the cuddle piles that accure during Logan's Ruts, when they all hunker down in the bedroom and kurt is sent to teleport supplies in.

For the most part, it's just Logan taking turns pounding them, letting the others watch and growling at them if they get too close. Their hierarchy is pretty basic on who gets mounted first. It goes Wade, Kev, and then Kurt.

Wade has to go first to get all of Logans feralness out and because if not, Wade gets too jealous and growls at kevin while theyre being bred, which ultimately leads to Logan having to snarl at him to behave and be patient.

Wade is all up for sharing but he wants to be the dominant bitch. This isn't really an issue for Kev since they have a lot of anxiety and insecurity, being in heat makes it way worse.

It's not that Wade has an issue sharing his Alpha its just that he's the 'alpha' omega and by the time hes fucked out and filled, if anything he tries to nuzzle them all. Once in a good while Logan will allow Kurt to mount kev while hes dealing with wades bratty ass, having to constantly reclaim him because of how quickly his marking heals.

By the end of it Logan snuggles them all in the huge 'den' he made out of smelly clothes and the bloody matress. It's a purr fest from there on out, passing a cigar around and chugging water.

It makes Logan to happy to see his omegas (and beta) satisfied and getting along.

The kits in question being foster kittens and puppies from the shelter, Or Bamfs if they're isn't a healthy litter old enough for raising.

Logan will keep them in the den, carrying them around and growling if wade tries to play too rough with them, sometimes dragging wade to his "kits" and forcing him to stay there while he hunts for him COUGH makes dinner COUGH.

Puppins is excited either way, being gentle with them but sometimes getting jealous if her papa doesn't give her equal attention.

Once the litter is old enough to be adopted out, Wade has to give him the "They're big enough to go without us now" talk and watch as their "kits" go to different families.

By then, when all the "kits" get adopted, it throws Logan into another rut. Because good wolverine dads usually always have at least one litter to look after.

In between litters, his other kits being "too old" dosn't stop him from trying to put gabby laura and Puppins in a nest too when they visit.

"Dad stop you're being weird."

"I just want to make sure you're safe."

"You're being drimatic!"

"You need to rest >:("

"Im an adult now I don't need to-"

"Get in the fucking blankets!"

"Litsen to your father pumpkin or else he's just gonna be pouty all night about it." Wade chimes in with a sigh.

She rolls her eyes, sitting in the stupid blanket pile, and Logan is the happiest thing on earth, cuddling all his babies and slicing anyone who comes near them.

Logan and his kits, even if they're already 24>>>>>>

HOLLERS

HOLY SHIT YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO MEEEEEE I just scraped together the energy to crawl outta bed and make food...... now i gotta brace myself on the kitchen counter like I'm having a medical event lol

ThIS GOT ME GOOD!!!! FERAL DAD WOLVIE MY BELOVED... TOP BITCH WADE (at least, he thinks he is)......

Also love the idea that Wade Goes First because he GAGS for Logan getting violent with him... so, when Logan's in full Feral Horny Stabby mode, he can bite Wade and fold him in half in ways that would genuinely HURT anyone else - even Kurt's flexible ass! - and Wade is just drooling and moaning and egging him on... Once Logan's fucked the snarling Alpha-rage out of his system, he can move into fluffy softe mode with his other partners..... and with Wade, ofc! He gets SOOOOO snuggly and warm.... like he's still growly and claiming whenever they wiggle, but he's full of purrs........

GOD I LOVE THIS SILLY LITTLE FAMILY

#poolverine #GOOD!!! SHIT!!!!! YE #deadpool #wolverine #deadclaws #peanutbub #loganpool

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short-yandere-stories · 2 years ago

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okay so---i read the lil fic of reader friendzoning sebastian and i saw your requests were open so here I AM-

Could I get a fanfic of Sebastian with a reader who ✨does✨ have a crush on him but ignores his advances because she happens to have a rather low self-esteem and simply "doesn't want to get the wrong idea" —if possible? if you can't either way it's cool .u.

I am so glad you're here! :D And hoo boy I can recognize myself in that for sure and this would 100% be me hands down. Also sorry for the tiiiiime this has taken meeeeee ugh life is. Annoying. Something I do know for certain, however, is that a yandere Sebastian would not stand for any low self-esteem. Especially not from someone as wonderful and perfect as you.

This can be read as a standalone thing or sort of a continuation of the last one!

Yandere is mainly at the very end because it became just so nice and soft and aaaaahh

:✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧ ･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:

SFW, no major TW/CW, but mentions reader with low self-esteem feeling insecure and disliking themselves. :✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:

"Not Good Enough for Me?"

:✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:

"Milady, are you alright? You've been staring through that window for quite some time now." Jumping at the sudden voice, you turn around, gaze landing on the tall, elegant butler peeking in through your door. At your acknowledgment, he takes a step into your room, closing the door behind him with a soft 'click'.

"You have not moved from this spot since at least about half an hour ago. I saw you standing there while I assisted Finnian in the gardens." You look away, nervously picking at the skin around your nails. "I'm fine," you say with a forced laugh. "Just got lost in thought I guess." Slowly, Sebastian moves closer to you, making sure that you can clearly see him at any point. He closely monitors your body language, ready to stop the second he sees you flinching or turning away.

"Is it about my confession during the afternoon tea last afternoon?" He asks, hitting the nail on its head. He has to keep a chuckle in as you wince. "I meant no disrespect or harm, I can assure you," he continued. "And if I have made you uncomfortable with any of my advances, I-" "No!" You yelp, cutting him off. You snap around to finally look at him, eyes wide in a panic and hands thrown up in front of you, waving in dismissal. "I mean..." you continue in a timid tone, cheeks heating up at your outburst.

"You didn't make me uncomfortable at all, Sebastian," you say, eyes pleading with him to believe you. "It was actually really sweet and it made me extremely happy to hear. I just..." you trail off, looking down at the floor, unable to keep his gaze any longer.

"I just don't think you'd want to be with someone like me." Your voice grows increasingly quiet the longer the sentence goes on, and even Sebastian with his demonic powers and enhanced senses has to strain to catch your words.

"What?" he breathes, confusion and bewilderment etched on his face.

You turn back to face the window, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt of comfort, trying your hardest to keep the tears threatening to form at bay.

"I just... I'm nothing special. I'm not really pretty or smart... I'm clumsy and mess up, and I can't ever do anything right." Tears blur your vision as you try to keep your voice from shaking. "I don't know why you'd want to be with me," you confess, finally, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

"You deserve someone better than me."

If he had a heart in the same way that humans do, Sebastian was sure that it would have shattered upon hearing those words. How had he missed your feelings in regard to yourself like this? The anger he felt aimed towards himself for missing such a crucial thing had completely blocked out the meaning of your words for a moment until they finally registered. You loved him. More than that, you'd avoided his advances and tried to push him aside not because you didn't reciprocate, but because you didn't think you were good enough.

In a flash, he's by your side, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you into his chest. Your hands weakly cling to his waistcoat, tears wetting the fabric of his shirt. "Sweetheart," he whispers, raising one gloved hand to pet your hair.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not noticing how you felt about yourself and adding to that burden," he begins, holding your crying form close. "But you're wrong. About all of it." You cry harder and try to push him away, but he doesn't budge.

"You are special. So very special to me, darling, you don't even know half of it. You have the most beautiful soul of any person I have ever met. I love every single part of you. I love the color of your eyes, the way your entire face lights up when you smile. I love your mind and the way it works. Sure, you mess up sometimes, but every human does! It has never once made me think less of you. If anything, watching you trip over nothing only makes me see you as even more endearing than before." Relaxing his hold on you enough for him to bend down and look you in the eyes, he continues. "I love everything about you, flaws and all. I wouldn't change anything about you." One of his hands wipes away a few tears from your cheek before gently cradling it in his palm.

"There is no one that could be 'better for me' than you. You're perfect in my eyes. I hope that I can make you see that too, someday," he whispers.

More tears flow down your cheeks, and for a moment, Sebastian thinks that he has done something wrong, but then your face cracks into a smile. "Do you really mean that?" you ask meekly. "Or are you just saying it to make me feel better?" Instead of giving you a verbal answer, Sebastian leans in and presses his cold lips against yours. For a moment, you're unresponsive, frozen in shock. Then, your hands grab his shoulders, and you kiss back.

The feeling of your soft, warm lips against his is something Sebastian has dreamed of for so long. He can barely believe that it's happening. Your warmth, the softness of your body pressed against him is everything he ever wanted.

Possessive thoughts flash through his mind, solidifying what he already knew. This was where you belonged. By his side, in his arms. With him, forever. He would make sure that your thoughts never hurt you ever again. No matter how many times he had to reassure you, hold you, and help push those negative feelings aside, he would.

You were finally his. You finally reciprocated his feelings, and Sebastian would be damned if he let anything -- your own thoughts included -- hurt you.

:✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:

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sloppysequinz · 7 months ago

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Mona and Lacy's Saturday Night In

Mona's world spun around her.

Fuck it felt so good. The warmth and looseness...her body felt like it was floating. Her softness felt luxurious and decadent, the curves of her body an indulgence in themselves.

There was a bottle of wine in her hand. She raised it to her numb lips and tried to gulp deeply. Sticky red wine spilled down her chin and she giggled. She could feel the warmth of the alcohol spreading through her tits and hips and straight to her cunt. She was dripping. It felt sooo fucking good.

Following the trail of wine down her chest, she passed her hand through Lacy's pretty blond hair. Lacy was leaned against her chest, barely conscious enough to suck on Mona's soft and generous tits. Lacy was straddling one of Mona's thick thighs, and a sticky pool of liquid pooled under Lacy's soft cock, evidence of her evening of desperation.

Mona giggled again and groped around the couch cushions with wine-numbed fingers. Finally, she found her prize: the vape Lacy had dropped who knows how long ago. It was pink, just her color.

Mona pressed the vape to Lacy's lips. "C'mon, sweetie, it's time for a little more..." she cooed. Lacy slowly raised her head, eyes struggling to focus on Mona's face. Drool dripped from her lips. Mona might be drunk, but Lacy was braindead. Braindead and perfect.

"Whuuu...no, can't," Lucy slurred. "Soooo fuckinnnng high, can't...."

"Don't be shtupid, babyyyy," Mona replied. Her desire to destroy her pretty blond girlfriend's brain was overpowering her drunkenness. She nestled her wine bottle securely between couch cushions and ran her hand down Lacy's face. Lacy went in for a kiss, but Mona stopped her in her tracks by pinching her nose. Mona's hand pressed the vape into Lacy's mouth even more insistently.

"You've gotta breathe in, shilly. C'mooooon, breathe. It'll feel good, I promish!" Mona insisted. Lacy's bloodshot eyes rolled back in her head as she resisted, but she was too far gone to put up much of a fight. She breathed in. One, two, three breaths. Vapor came rushing out of Lacy's nose, fogging up both of their vision even more. Mona knew that this was when Lacy was the most beautiful.

"Gooooood girl," Mona purred. "Just breathe...I'll descide when you've had enough."

Despite her earlier protestations, as she was forced to inhale far past her limits, Lacy's hips began to roll unconsciously. She rutted her soft cock into Mona's soft thigh, whining as she exhaled more vapor. Mona grinned and pressed her thigh into Lacy's cock, making her whimper and shudder.

"Seeeee, honey, I know what's good for you. If it feels good, it ish good. Just breeeeathe, it's all you need."

When Mona finally released Lacy's nose and pulled the vape away, her girlfriend sat crosseyed and swaying for a couple of minutes. Her mouth gaped open.

"Babyyyyy, are you there? Need some help?" Mona could hardly keep from giggling.

"Uhhmmmm...."

"Do you know where you are?"

"Nooooooo...."

"I'll make it easy baby. You know who I am, right?" Mona asked. She reached down and smeared the slick on her leg against Lacy's cock. Lacy yipped and rocked into Mona's hand, suddenly alert. "Who makes you feel this good?"

"Mommy does, mommy, you're mommy, my mommy, please, please--"

Mona grinned and removed her hand, ignoring Lacy's whine of protest. "Sooooo smart! And does that mean you know who you are?"

"I'm uhm, stupid," Lacy grinned and giggled as she said it. "I'm stupid cumslut puppy! That's meeeeee!"

"Very good! I knew you were in there, shtupid puppy. Don't say no again, ok? Just let mommy make you a stupider cumslut puppy."

"Yes mommyyyyy" Lacy responded, leaning in to suck Mona's tits again.

"Pretty little bitch~" Mona, satisfied with her girlfriend's current lack of brainpower, pulled her wine from the cushions and leaned back. As she raised the bottle to her mouth, Lacy's hips started to roll again. "You like when your mommy gets this fuuucking washted, do you, puppy?" Mona asked between gulps. Lacy was watching her through crossed, unfocused eyes, humping Mona's thigh like a dog.

"Pleaaaase drink more, mommy, please" Lacy panted. Her damp bangs were plastered to her forehead. "I want you to drink mooooore please want mommy wasted...."

"How can I shay no to that?" Mona drawled. "But! You first." She held the bottle toward Lacy. Lacy's hips stuttered as she pulled back slightly.

"Nooo, but, I'm sooooo hiiiiiigh.....mommyyyyyy..."

Mona grinned, a plan coming together slowly in her alcohol-addled mind. "Yoooou drink the wine and I'll switch to the vodka, okie?~"

Within seconds, Lacy's lips were on the bottle, her clumsy fingers scrabbling against the side. Mona giggled and helped pour wine into Lacy's slack mouth.

When she finally had a secure grip and was suckling down the wine, Mona turned slowly to the side table. It was hard to judge how far away the bottle was, but she'd put it close by on purpose. For a second, she eyed the shot glass beside it, but decided not to bother. She clumsily grabbed the full vodka bottle and wrenched the top off just as Lacy finished her bottle.

Mona tipped back the bottle. It burned her throat and she shuddered in anticipation. "I hope yooou're....ready, " she slurred, going in for more vodka. "Mama's about to be fuuuucked up."

Fire burned to her cunt as she gulped the vodka. Lacy frantically ground against her. The world spun around her.

It felt so fucking good.

#intox #intox kink #intoxication play #intox play #intox k1nk #intox mommy in residence #my writing

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getonite · 6 months ago

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I LOVED THIS WEEKS EPISODE OMGGG 😝

sebaciel pls do not interact, i keep forgetting to out that as a warning. i do nawt fw yall 😭

sebastian "they can't focus with a boner" michaelis.

THEY ARE EATING IT UP LEAVE THEM BE!! SHOW MORE THAN LEGS HELL!! WE WANT WOMEN TO BE MORE FREE, SPECIFICALLY ME, SHOW SOME PUSSY GIRL

his dramatic, stealthy ahh. he looks fucking stupid 😭 (lovingly)

LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT. PLEASE SIR PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE (also, my other man is coming 🤭)

GET IT SEXY GET IT SEXY GET IT SEXY!!!! 😝 PLEASE I WANT HIM SO FUCKING BAD

his evil dramatic ass. he's certainly the queen's guard dog lmfao (i love him so much)

PROFESSOR MICHEALIS FUCK MEEEEEE

rail me against the mattress maybe? forearms OUT, that smile???? fuck me pls. i love them both sm <3

getting a little deja vu here 🤔 (also, seeing ciel look so fucking happy hurt me, genuinely)

#( black butler biz )#can't wait for my grim reaperrrrr #sebastian michaelis #kuroshitsuji #black butler #black butler season 4 #black butler public school arc #ciel phantomhive #lawrence bluewer #herman greenhill #ran mao #lau black butler #sebaciel dni

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mari-lair · 6 months ago

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Hello and good day! I'm sorry if this has already been asked before and you can totally just ignore this if you want, but I'm curious: can you imagine a world where somehow, Aoi likes someone else and not Akane? Cause I think that while the canon version of her is cute, I have recently read a what-if fanfic in her pov where she absolutely hates Akane the same way she does her other admirers and now I am hyperfixating on that. What habits would have been different compared to canon Aoi? Would Akane have grown more deperate since he (presumably) would know that Aoi genuinely does not like him in this scenario? What if he began noticing Aoi starting to like her dream boy in class? The possibilities are killing meeeeee!

Oh man, I'm the wrong person to ask this cause I genuinely can't imagine this scenario being possible without obliterating Akane's characterization.

Do you remember why Akane fell in love with Aoi? Because Aoi loved him so much that she broke her "cold and indifferent, hate dealing with people" mask for him. She TRIED so hard to hate him but still ended up crying cause she cared so much.

If the mask was real and she truly didn't care about him, I don't think Akane would fall for her.

If he did fall for her later on anyways, I can't see him trying to pursue her after being rejected/met with her discomfort/annoyance. Even in the timeline where she does like him and comes up with the silliest of excuses to keep him around without straight up accepting his confessions, he had admitted that he would keep keeping her safe while keeping a distance in case she doesn't want him.

He only pursues her so much cause she actively flirts and encourages him to.

The idea Aoi would encourage him if she didn't like him does make Akane pestering her believable but at the cost of Aoi's own character being obliterated. I don't think I'm being harsh when I say Aoi would be a bitch if she went "hehe try harder <3 Impress me Akane-kun!" consistently enough for him to buy it that she could date him while thinking "Tch, hate this guy, he keeps harassing me".

That would means she doesn't even consider him a friend, she doesn't care AT ALL about his feelings, which is nothing like the Aoi who tries to pretend the people she dislikes don't bother her/don't exist and loves her friends dearly, putting them above her.

The most I can picture is Aoi falling for someone else and Akane either not getting a crush on her and supporting her fully, or slowly putting some barrier between them cause he can see Aoi doesn't like him and being in pain, the classic 'i want her to be happy' and 'she won't be with me' conflict where he has a crisis but eventually learn to let her go, reach the point he can be comfortable by her side even when she is with someone else.

Or Aoi realizing Akane likes her romantically and being anxious that she has to reject a friend, whom she deeply values, but her growing unease and lack of encouragement wouldn't be able to fool Akane for long. Their whole thing is that they know each other well after all and Akane consistently asks 'are you okay?' when he senses anything may be wrong with Aoi.

Maybe it would take some months for Akane to understand without Aoi giving him a straight-up rejection, especially if they are small when he gets the crush, but Akane pays so much attention to her, he would pick up the signs she is uncomfortable, especially if it reaches a point of Aoi staring to resent him for it more than being scared of losing him. He either drop it silently or straight up confront her about it, probably.

#full disclosure i hate 'what ifs' that turn kind characters into very non complex mean people #so again. I am not the best person to ask this. I have negative bias T-T #but the base premise of 'aoi liking someone else' can be interesting #i just never saw it done without either aoi or akane becoming caricature of themselves #tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #aoi akane #akane aoi #jshk

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winniemaywebber · 8 months ago

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The Apple Tree 🌳

part 1/6

Rosie Rosenthal x Reader

(gif by @echoinyourshadow)

Y/N, a school teacher, meets Robert "Rosie" Rosenthal in the village pub.

“Oh, Lord, be careful, Harrison,” you start, already running towards the small yet gangly boy hanging off the tree branch. He laughs at your frightened expression, showing that he was just teasing you.

“I'm fiiiiine, Miss Y/N,” he giggles, swinging on the branches like a little monkey. “Look at meeeeee!” You can't help but laugh at the young boy, the sunshine on his face as he swings to and fro. His other classmates are milling around the field, playing games together such as tag, jump rope, cats cradles and someone had even chalked a hopscotch grid on the small patch of cement exposed towards the end of the field.

A rumbling sound causes everyone to look up, seeing ten planes flying up into the cloudless blue sky.

“There they go,” a girl says, the string of the cats cradle on her fingers untangling due to her distraction. “Miss Y/N, I counted ten. Was I right?”

“You certainly are right, Penelope. And let's count ten again in a few hours when they all return. Right, back inside, everyone,” you shout to get everyone's attention, clapping your hands thrice. “It's time to carry on with our reading time.”

The afternoon sun begins to cool down as the day progresses, which you're glad of. Keeping seventeen small children focused during the few sweltering days of British summertime sure was quite the task, but you did enjoy seeing their sweet faces light up at the mention of extra playtime, or even, outdoor lessons where you'd let them dig rocks, look through their little magnifying glasses at little critters and bugs they'd found, and read under the apple tree.

It's towards the end of the day that you all once again hear the rumble sound that had become all too familiar over the last few months. You pause at your blackboard, the chalk in your hand hovering over it as the sound gets louder, causing the building to shake slightly. You turn, smirking, with a twinkle in your eye as your students get ready to rush out the door, yet wait for your instruction to do so.

“Go on, then!” you say, chuckling at their excitement to see the planes land. A cheer erupts as the planes fly overhead, all the children counting in unison.

“One…two…three,” you look up, hand shielding your eyes from the sun and squinting slightly, silently hoping to see all ten planes arrive.

“Seven…eight…nine…”

“Just one more,” you whisper to yourself, teeth gritted suddenly.

“TEN! That's ten!” The kids begin cheering, some even hugging one another. You breathe a huge sigh of relief, glad of not having to explain the potential consequence of planes going missing today.

“Bye, Miss Y/N! Have a good weekend!”

“Thank you, Harrison. You, too! Say hello to your mother for me. Let her know I'll be stopping by with a pie this weekend. I owe her for fixing my skirts!” He nods, hand held out towards you.

“Picked this for you.” He is holding a shiny red apple, the first from the school's apple tree. You place a hand to your chest, suddenly overcome with emotion.

“Thank you, darling. That's so kind. Now, off you go before mum begins to worry!”

You begin to bike home, taking this opportunity to breathe in the remainder of the summer, the leaves of the trees blowing in the beautifully soft breeze. These poor Americans had only experienced two seasons the entire time they'd been here: pouring rain or unnecessarily humid and hot, which reminded you that at least England was sticking to its regular schedule. Soon enough, this beautiful weather would be a distant memory, the countryside once again turning wet, muddy and mostly sludge.

You're almost home when you spot your friend Sally running alongside your bicycle.

“Hi, Y/N,” she calls, jogging next to you. “Are you still coming tonight?”

You push the brake on your bike, coming to a stop just outside your cottage and fiddling with the gate.

“Yes! What time?”

“I was thinking around 7. We can walk there together!”

“Wonderful. See you then, doll!”

You settle into your favorite armchair once inside the house, the grill heating up your toast, the kettle about to whistle as it reaches a boil. Spreading homemade lemon curd on your toast and adding milk and sugar to your tea, you sit back down with a magazine, mulling over what to wear this evening. It was finally Friday, and the evening you'd venture to the village pub with your friends for your weekly catch up.

Standing in front of your wardrobe, you run your hands through the soft material of your favorite dresses, choosing the first one to catch your eye. A sage green dress, fitted at the waist and flowing into a beautiful skirt that you liked to think mimicked the petals of a flower. You let down your hair from the scarf that had kept it contained all day while teaching, running your hands through it as it falls about your shoulders, shining thanks to the evening sunlight streaming through your window. With one more swipe of mascara and a little dab of blush, you're ready right on time as you hear knuckles softly rap the wooden door to your tiny cottage.

“Hi, doll! Oh, you look wonderful!”

“Thanks, Sally,” you say, smiling back at her. “You do, too! Is that a new dress?”

“It sure is,” she replies, her eyes sparkling slightly.

“And would that be for anyone in particular?” You joke, poking at her shoulder slightly.

“Maybe…” she replies, wistfully. “Now, come on, I don't want to keep James waiting.”

“Oh, yes,” you respond, winking jokingly. “We wouldn't want to have James stood up.”

Arriving at the pub, you see James out front in his uniform. Sally squeals, running into his arms quick as a flash. “Hi, honey,” you hear him say, his thick Tennessee drawl cutting through the air, still unusual to hear around here. He kisses her on the cheek and winks at you. “Hey, Y/N. Good to see ya.”

“And you, James!” He opens the door for you both and walks over to the bar to join his friends who poke at him, making fun of him sweetly.

Your friends wave, gesturing for you and Sally to come over, and you sit down to join them. James runs back over with two drinks in his hand: a red wine for Sally and a small beer for you. You look up at him gratefully, thankful for his kindness and willingness to treat his girlfriend's friends so nicely.

An hour passes, you and your friends knee deep in village gossip, eyes wide and hands gesturing wildly when you notice the door open out of the corner of your eye. In walks the most handsome man you've ever seen: brown, soft curls that compliment his baby blue eyes perfectly. His mustache, trimmed to perfection, suits his face extremely well. He smiles towards his friends, showing two rows of perfect white teeth, his smile taking your breath away.

“Oh my gosh. Who is that?” You murmur to the table. All four of your companions turn their heads to get a better look, all looking back at you with the same expression. “Good golly,” one replies. “He is incredibly handsome. Shame I'm married…” she titters, hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle.

“Now, now, lady,” you tease. “He'll be back soon enough. You don't need to surprise him with an American upon his return.” You can't seem to tear your eyes away from this handsome man, though, feeling your body grow warm with every movement he makes, the heat going from the pit of your stomach up to your face causing you to have to press your cool hand to it.

The man turns around from the bar, taking a sip of his drink when he catches you staring at him. You look down at the table, suddenly embarrassed, your face reddening even more. You feel Sally elbow you softly. “Y/N, he's coming over,” she squeals. “Oh, goodness, he's coming over.”

Before you know it, he's stood in front of you with his hand outstretched towards you. “Ma'am,” he says nervously, a sweet smile on his face. “Would you like to dance?” Trying your best to not squeak with excitement and embarrass yourself, you nod, swallowing.

“Yes, please.”

You can't help but smile as he slowly twirls you around the small dancefloor, soft jazz being played on the stage opposite you.

“What's your name?”

“Y/N, Y/L/N,” you respond, hoping your hand on his shoulder will keep you upright. “And you?”

“Rosenthal, Robert Rosenthal. The fellas call me Rosie.”

“It's nice to meet you, Mr Rosenthal. What is it you do?”

“Call me Rosie, please. I'm a pilot.”

“Oh, amazing!” You reply. “The kids and I were watching you all fly back in today. We were very glad to count all ten aircraft.” He looks at you, confused for a moment. “I'm a teacher at the local school. The kids are my students,” you reassure him.

“Whew,” he blows out air from his mouth, his cheeks puffing comically. “Had me worried there.” You giggle at his expression, your eyebrows slightly raised. “Glad there's no need to duel a man over a pretty girl.”

The next couple of hours are spent sat together, sharing stories of your lives. He tells you of how he was a lawyer prior to enlisting, where he grew up and where he went to school. You share how you grew up right here, a beautiful childhood in the countryside and how you've just inherited your grandmother's cottage, working on making it feel more like your own. You can't help but smile at him, your eyes intently staring into his as he shares small tidbits of his life with you, you always being curious of places away from East Anglia.

“May I walk you home, Y/N?” he asks, as he sees you stifle a yawn and the landlord rings the bell for last orders.

“I'd love that, Rosie. Yes, please.” You turn and quickly wave goodbye to your friends, the girls quietly cheering as you leave on Robert's arm.

He holds the hand you've placed in the crook of his arm, his other hand holding his hat, allowing you to go slightly ahead of him in order to direct him. However, you walk as slow as you can to savor every last moment with him, the light of the moon shining in his gorgeous hair, the stars in the night sky looking so similar to his beautiful eyes. You walk in companionable silence, reaching the cottage within a few moments.

“Thank you for walking me home, Robert. I had a really lovely time with you.”

“Me, too, ma'am,” he replies, fiddling with his sleeve slightly. “May I see you again?”

“I'd be delighted,” you smile, blushing slightly. He steps forward and takes your hand, kissing it softly before repeating the same action on your warm cheek.

“G'night, Y/N. I sure hope I see you again soon.”

“Goodnight, Rosie.”

chapter 2

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