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doctorknightley · 1 year ago

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Who: Knightley, Mo Reyes, Kirby Where: Eagan and Mo's house Summary: When you're so desperate for relationship advice you go to Knightley and Kirby. Also Kirby gets first aid on their foot. Neat.

TW: foot injury

Knightley helped Kirby onto the couch, while Mo put a towel on the coffee table. Bringing Kirby's foot up he set it down on the towel once they'd pushed the table closer. "Alright so our lovely patient here has agreed to volunteer for you to get more training," Knightley began, "We're just doing some cleanup today, and making sure there's no signs of infection. Also working on your bedside manner." Glancing at Kirby he raised a brow, "How's the pain been? That tea Zarina gave you helping to keep it manageable?" As much as he liked Mo he wasn't about to bring attention to what kind of medications they had at the Commune.

Moving in with Eagan had helped Mo out in multiple ways. He got to see his favorite person and he had a more private setting to work with Knightley. The nursing home had him busy all the time and the Commune had them both waiting on approval for him to be allowed in. As he watched Knightley unwrap Kirby's foot he winced, "Shit man it really did go straight through." At the look Knightley shot at him, he cleared his throat, "I mean, it looks red and bruised, but I don't see any infection. So you're healing good?" The last part is more of a question as he glances at Knightley to get a nod of confirmation.

Knightley asked Kirby to do this and of course they agreed, with the agreement being to help them get the hell over there so they didn't have to walk the entire way. that would've been annoying and kind of painful. they chuckled at Mo and the wince, "pain's been fine. long as i'm not on it for a long time then the tea keeps the pain down to a minimum." they said putting their hands behind their head. "and yes, yes it did. can't tell you how weird it felt feeling it go in then immediately go out."

Knightley had to resist the urge to sigh when Mo cursed, he knew he had decent care for the residents, but he had a habit of letting his thoughts slip through on occasion. Setting the first aid kit next to their foot, he pulled out a pair of gloves for himself and Mo, sliding his own on as they did. "We don't always have things to help with pain, keeping people talking is a good distraction," Knightley explained as motioned for Mo to take Kirby's foot so he could guide him through cleaning it. "You tell Teddy yet, or you actually go with the stubbing your toe lie?" he asked, giving them a curious look.

Mo took the gloves pulling them on as he carefully picked up Kirby's foot following Knightley's instructions and taking note of the damage as well as how to treat it. His eyes glanced up at Kirby giving a low whistle, "Yea bet it felt weird, worse thing I've gotten hit with a golf club by my nephew when he was like 6. Was trying to take it from him and he knocked a tooth out." At the mention of Teddy he gets back to work before asking, "You and Teddy are dating right? Or is he like trying to date the cop?"

Kirby was watching the both of them, it was a little weird if they had to admit but it was a feeling they’d get over quickly the more they talked and got comfortable with Mo around. “oh yeah i told him, there was no way i was getting away with lying when my foot looks like that.” they said, gesturing to it. “this isn’t even the worst i’ve had, i used to work at a bar for five years so you can imagine some of the shit that went down there.” At the mention of Teddy trying to date the cop, Kirby chuckled and shook their head some. “Yeah him and i are dating, we have an open relationship though so he knows I don't care if he flirts with other people and he doesn’t care if i do it too.”

Knightley chuckled, "Please tell me you didn't actually show him your foot, isn't he squeamish with blood?" He vaguely recalls either Kirby or Teddy mentioning it to him at some point. While he'd been fairly satisfied with the patch up job he'd done, it still wasn't great to look at while it healed. Some injuries tended to look worse before they finally started looking better again. He's keeping an eye on Mo while also watching Kirby for any signs that the pain has worsened, as much as he can stay neutral it is harder to treat friends he's learned.

Mo was going slower than he liked but he wanted to make sure he did a good job, he didn't want to be the reason Kirby's foot fell off or something. "You work at the post office right? Bar life not for you anymore then?" It's hard to imagine what a bar outside Huntsville was like, he'd been stuck here before he'd been legally old enough to drink. "Never been anywhere but here, use to the daytime drinking," he admitted shrugging. At their explanation he nods in understanding, "Oh ok, so like same shit Knightley and Z got going on," he says, feeling their cheek heat up slightly when he recalls how he'd found out about their situation. "Honestly being open sounds pretty good, mean sex is cool, but I uh…only one person dating feels like it makes sense for me." Ok he needs to shut up, he's being way too personal, "Teddy helped my sister with her kid a couple times, good guy. Y'all known each other long?"

“oh god no, i did offer just to tease him and i swear he went ghostly white at just the thought of seeing it.” the talking was enough of a distraction for Kirby that they couldn’t even really tell that Mo was working on their foot. other than a tiny wince that happened every so often and could only really tell if you were looking at their face. Kirby nodded, “I do but i guess i chose this cause it felt like easy rations.” Kirby admitted then smiled. “yeah actually, a lot like them. Knightley telling me about him and z was actually the reason I brought it up to teddy. I just felt more comfortable with it like this and he was willing to give it a shot, it’s been working so far i think.” they shrugged. it was working out for them this way and Kirby was grateful for that. “since i got here basically so around three years almost. I have no interest in dating anyone else if I'm honest. I just like having the opportunity to have sex whenever since we don’t live together.”

"I should teach you what to check for in case of concussions," Knightley deadpanned, but there was a grin threatening to form on his face. He was trying to keep his composure but he could clearly picture Kirby antagonizing Teddy with his foot. The mental image managed to get a chuckle out of him. "Honestly you keep that up and he will hit his head on something when he faints," he quipped. Glancing at Mo as he worked he raised a brow at his questions, his eyes drifting around the house they were at. While them moving in together wasn't strange, they also hadn't mentioned any other changes which did have him curious.

Mo hummed in thought as he started rewrapping Kirby's foot. He vaguely knows the details with Knightley and Z, coworkers to relationship from what they understand. Kirby's situation seemed closer to his own, "So friends to dating then? The good old romcoms tropes?" He jokes trying to keep it under wraps how much he wants to ask more questions. They also seemed to have been right, or Kirby had a high pain tolerance, either way talking had made the patch up job easier. "Y'all planning on living together eventually? That one dude who fought with Teddy left right?" Maybe he should have told Eagan before moving in together, he thought to himself.

“oh please i tease him but he knows i won’t actually show him no matter how much he asks and if i ever do his ass will be firmly planted on the couch anyway.” Kirby laughed knowing there was no way they could help teddy to his feet in the case he did actually faint so any teasing was done while they were sitting down. “yeah something like that, he was my best friend before we started dating. well, one of them and he still is so.” they shrugged and rolled their eyes at the mention of Toni even though it wasn’t by name it was obvious who Mo was asking about. “his ass left yeah, good riddance in my opinion.” Kirby crossed their arms over their chest and slouched down a bit, biting the inside of their cheek irritated again about how all that went down. “but i don’t know, maybe. I like living at the commune but i also like having the privacy with him over at his place. I'd say later down the road when we’re together for longer I might change my mind on him moving in or me moving out but I like how things are right now.”

"Smart, if he passed out forward probably full on crush you," Knightley quipped. He adjusted the bandages around Kirby's foot, showing Mo how to properly tighten it without causing too much discomfort. At the mention of Toni he let Mo finish up, glancing at Kirby. After the faire his personal opinion of Toni wasn't high, preferring to limit his contact with the man to work only. His brow furrowed at the look on Kirby's face, "He did actually leave you alone like he said he was going to, right?" He asked, wondering if he'd missed something.

Mo glanced between the two as he started repacking up the first aid kit. Taking his gloves off he plopped down on the other end of the couch. He knew Toni and Teddy got into a fight or something, "Toni was trash talking you at the faire right?" He shook his head, the both guys were friends with Celia, he was hoping they were at least civil when around her. "He's friends with my sister, but he hasn't been around much. Figured it was cause Commune kept him busy or whatever."

“nope.” Kirby said quickly. “he tried to apologize but shit was said long story short i told him to shove the apology up his ass. i don’t really want to get into everything he said.” especially because they knew they weren’t innocent in it either and said stuff they shouldn’t, they were more anxious than anything at others starting to think they were a bad person because of it all. “he was yeah, some petty shit he had with teddy I'm pretty sure about your sister i guess. i don’t remember all of it but it was once again Toni trying to act like some big fucking macho man from what i gathered and do remember.”

Knightley stared, feeling his jaw clench, "Well least he said it to your face this time, I'll give him that," he grumbled. Getting off the floor he opted for the arm chair near the couch. "Glad things with Teddy are going well at least, bit of a rough start there for a minute," he said grimacing at how that day at the Ren faire had gone.

Mo felt like he'd stepped into something, but wasn't completely sure whether it was interesting or just awkward. His brow furrowed at the mention of Celia being one of the reasons, "She's got enough shit on her plate, least they've kept her out of it." As long as they both kept it that way he wouldn't have to get involved. "So is it weird now for you guys? Going from just friends to dating?" Figures they should fully change the topic. Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulls out a tin case. "Don't have tea for pain, but got weed. Or could see what we got at the bar if you rather that," Mo offered figuring he owed Kirby for letting him be their practice patient.

“said it to my face where everyone else at the commune could hear if they wanted to.” Kirby mumbled mostly to themselves and ran a hand through their hair before sitting up again. they only nodded at the mention of keeping Celia out of it, as far as they knew it was going to stay that way anyway. “not really, we act the same as we did when we were just friends now we’ve just got a label on it instead.” Kirby shrugged and looked at their foot then back at mo. “honestly pains manageable right now but I'm not gonna say no to free weed.” they said with a grin.

"Should have left his nose stay broken," Knightley grumbled to himself. He was good at keeping his emotions under control, but Toni had managed to annoy him enough with his interactions with Kirby. Glancing at Mo he raised a brow at how interested they were in Kirby and Teddy's relationship. "So how's living with Eagan? Didn't even tell me you were planning on that."

Mo took out his lighter after popping open the tin. Alcohol was still his main choice, but hanging with Val had him stocking up. Taking a slow drag, he leaned over to hand the joint and lighter to Kirby. He held the smoke before blowing it out, "What label do you have?" Glancing at Knightley he felt his cheeks flush as they shrugged, "It's fine and it just kind of happened. I was bitching about them stealing the sheets and then she's asking me if I want my own room here. So I have one now."

Kirby took the lighter and joint from Mo to take their own hit now, taking a long and what they felt like a much needed drag from it. they handed it back over to him and slouched back on the couch again, stretching a bit as they exhaled the smoke and shrugged. “boyfriends, i told him i don’t care if he refers to me as his boyfriend or partner but that’s essentially it. he’s my boyfriend and I'm his.” they hadn’t talked a whole lot about their relationship with anyone yet so it was taking some getting used to. “so you bitched about some sheets and now you live here huh? iiiiinteresting.” Kirby teased with a grin and glanced at Knightley.

When Mo held the joint and lighter to him, Knightley shook his head receiving a shrug back as the younger man took another hit. One of them should probably stay sober he mused, before glancing at Kirby, feeling a genuine smile on his face at how happy they seemed with Teddy. There was a small part of him that still felt guilty for how things had played out, but seeing them doing well was making it fade over time. Catching the look, his smile slid into a smirk as he glanced at Mo, "And here I thought you falling asleep on them at the faire was a one time thing," he quipped, "Complaining about sheet stealing, the two of you sound so domestic."

Mo had been in the middle of inhaling when he saw the grin on Kirby's face, pulling it away from his mouth he coughed awkwardly, hitting his chest with his first. Practically shoving the joint and lighter back at Kirby, "And here I was actually starting to like you," he grumbled feeling his face heat up even more. Glancing at Knightley they glared at him, "Shut the fuck up, we're not domestic. We're…" trailing off they shrugged mildly frustrated, "Fuck if I know, but it ain't domestic, you're domestic. Both of you are, with your romcom ass relationships."

Kirby grabbed the joint with a laugh and shrugged a bit, taking another big puff from it themselves. “don’t lie, you still like me. who else is gonna give you experience on bandaging someone up?” they looked over at Knightley as if to confirm that this does in fact happen a lot. “hey at least we can admit that we’re domestic. that why you kept asking me all those questions? cause you wanna be domestic with them hmmm?”

Knightley gave a serious nod, "Exactly Kirby is the perfect patient," he said before the grin broke through as he chuckled. Glancing at Kirby he shook his head, "We're going to give Teddy a heart attack." Turning back to Mo he raised a brow at the romcom comment, part of him wanted to argue but then again after the faire incident it had felt like some dramatic romance novel.

Mo was glaring at his lap, his cheeks felt like they were on fire as he shot Kirby another look. "If you weren't my patient and my guest I'd tackle you off this couch," he grumbled though there wasn't any heat behind his words. Squirming on his end of the couch he pressed his hands against his eyes, "Man I don't fucking know, they've been my best friend for like 8 years. They don't do relationships at least I don't think she does. And all my shits just been casual for like ever now, so how the fuck do I even bring it up."

"thank you." Kirby grinned back at Knightley and shook their head. "probably but he knows i don't get hurt on purpose, he signed up to be with my accident prone ass it's fine." they chuckled and was going to hand the joint back to Mo but was trying not to laugh at how red his face had gotten. "damn, you could cook an egg off your cheeks right now. oh you are so down bad for this person huh?" they laughed finally and threw a pillow towards him. "do it you won't, I still got three more working limbs." though they both knew if Mo even tried, Knightley would only have to shoot either of them a look and they'd stop. "I can tell you what not to do, aka, don't try and use your best friend to make her jealous cause it will back fire in your face. probably."

"He did sign up for that, well least you're still under warranty for me to patch you up," Knightley quipped, "Or could go with our local tomato over here." He probably should cut the younger man some slack, but he was also having too much watching him get increasingly flustered over all this. At the mention of what not to do, he held back a groan leaning his head back against the chair. While he'd been thinking about those events he'd been avoiding voicing them. "Agreed, do not do that. It will end awkwardly for all involved. As well as cause anxiety all around." Did he and Zarina decide to go public partly based on those events? Yes. Would he have rather had them come to that conclusion from literally anything else? Also yes.

Mo grunted when the pillow hit the side of his head, grabbing it he'd been tempted to say fuck it to proper bedside manner and whack Kirby anyway when he actually listened to what the two were saying. Glancing between them he set the pillow in his lap as his brow furrowed, "Wait aren't you two best friends or whatever?" Turning to look at Kirby he stared before a smirk formed on his face, "Dude did you seriously try and use Knightley to make him jealous? The romcom thing was suppose to be a joke, but holy shit." Glancing between them again he laughed and shook his head, "Using a doctor to make the small town guy jealous, damn dude that really is right out of a shitty romance novel."

“if i went with the local tomato then you’d be the one upset, don’t lie. i made that promise for a reason remember?” Kirby raised their eyebrow at Knightley only to start laughing again and shook their head. Mo's jokes mixed with Knightley's comment made their own cheeks go red but this time more from embarrassment of the entire situation, it wasn’t their proudest moment of ideas. they slumped into the couch more and crossed their arms again, pouting slightly. “shut up. it worked didn’t it?” not in the way any of them were hoping. “plus I said don’t do that, as in it backfired on me massively because I love teddy but he ended up thinking i was dating Knightley and not interested in him when it was the other way around and it was just one big awkward mess when we could’ve just talked and been honest with each other instead.” then again Kirby was the last person to willingly talk about their feelings with anyone.

"He's practically my protégé now, it be like going to the smaller version of me," Knightley quipped, "Though he's still on probation so I'm overseeing." If he was honest he'd still prefer to treat Kirby himself, but it was practical to know someone else could do it if needed. It was his turn for his face to flush, running a hand through his hair, having to explain things to Teddy had been an odd experience but least he had taken the hint. "You know talking about how it worked out might be sending mix signals, even if you two are in love now," he said giving them an amused smile.

Mo reached over to snatch the joint and lighter back, "I'm not that much shorter than you asshole," he grumbled. Taking a slow drag he managed one wobbly smoke circle. "So don't make them jealous, but if I did it could work out," they said shaking their head, "He's right I'm getting mixed signals." Grinning at Kirby they tossed the pillow back at them, "What are you pouting about, you're in loooove," he said stretching the word out obnoxiously, "Who knew you were such a marshmallow?"

Kirby hadn’t realized what they said and used the pillow to hide their face instead. “shut uuuuuuup,” they groaned out but it was muffled. they looked up now only to give Knightley a glare before moving it to Mo, deciding to throw the pillow back at him since he was the closest. except this time they aimed for his head and got up from the couch. “you know what? screw you guys I'm going back to the commune.” Kirby became to hobble their way towards the door since they still couldn’t put pressure on that foot yet and resorted to hopping.

Knightley felt a grin form, chuckling to himself as he watched the two go back and forth at each other. Getting up when Kirby did, it barely took a few steps to scoop them up in his arms. Opting instead to set them in the arm chair before taking their spot on the couch. "If you really wanna head back we can, but the hopping is just gonna ruin all the clean up we did," he still had an amused grin on his face as he looked at them. Glancing at Mo he raised a brow, "As funny as this is, Kirby isn't wrong about communicating. Eagan isn't unreasonable, unhinged maybe but you've been friends this long."

Mo grunted when the pillow hit him in the face, having been in the middle of another drag. Coughing he cleared his throat as he laughed, "Dude was that a South Park reference?" At Knightley's comment, he fiddled with the joint setting it back into the tin, stuffing both items in his pocket. "Yea we've been friends a while, which is why I don't wanna fuck things up. I just started living here, don't wanna make it weird, you know?"

“why must you be so fucking tall, this is unfair.” Kirby complained as Knightley scooped them and moved them to the chair instead. “I'm calling height disadvantage, if you were closer to my height I would’ve made it so much farther.” still they decided to get comfortable in the chair, sitting sideways on it and throwing their feet over the side to look at the both of them. “what? I've never actually seen south park before so I'm gonna go with no.” Kirby chuckled. they didn’t know Eagan or at least we’ll enough to have a judgement on how they were as a person but he figured if Knightley got along with her then they were probably cool. “you two sleep in the same bed sometimes despite you having your own room yeah? dude i doubt you’d be able to make it weird while that’s happening and worst case if it does get weird you can always just move out again.”

"Genetics, maybe I just stretched growing up a lot more than you or drank enough milk," Knightley deadpanned. Cocking his head to the side, he shrugged, a grin slipping back on his face, "Maybe you would have won at archery if I was closer to your height."

Mo felt his face flush at the reminder of how his nights went now. "I mean Yea I guess, we switch between rooms. Or I'll still crash at my sister's." Considering his social circle was less than a handful of people, talking about feelings was new and he's wasn't sure how he liked it. He flinched at the moving out comment which probably should have been a sign. "Feelings suck dude, I'm signing up to be a duck. Just toss myself into a pond."

“well whoever the fuck my parents are must’ve drew the short end of the stick, literally, cause if i was taller i’d be unstoppable.” Kirby glared at Knightley once again, remembering how they’d lost at archery by a single stupid point. “smothering you with a pillow is looking real good right now.” then they flipped him the bird before looking back at mo. “why would you wanna be the game warden?” Kirby teased knowing that they might be the only one who actually got that joke. “but yeah, they do suck. you just gotta deal with them sometimes or you can bottle them up for the rest of your life until you eventually explode. your choice.” they said casually with a grin.

Knightley chuckled, "Well least you can reach my face when I'm sitting." He raised a brow at Kirby's joke and shook his head, "That was terrible even for you." Cocking his head to the side he glanced between the two, "Huh, that was genuine advice, I'm impressed," turning back to Mo he shrugged, "They're not wrong it's your call. But considering how miserable you look might want to do something about it."

Mo was snickering watching the two, enjoying them bickering instead of talking. Least until Kirby's focus was back on him. Leaning his head back it was their turn to shrug. "Yea I'll think about it," he grumbled, "I'm getting way less sober, I'm making popcorn and putting a movie so y'all quit nagging me."

#//not me realizing two of these people only go by one name #//dead #thread: kirby #thread: mo

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pearfight · 6 years ago

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sashi-ya · 3 years ago

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Hi Sashi! Thank you for hosting this spicy event! I would like to see a a story where Sabo is actually rescued by his parents instead of Dragon, so he lives up as a noble, obviously behaving like a dick. NSFW, reader is a commoner, his plaything to satisfy his dark urges since he has the power to do so. Wouldn't mind some softness (since he is a good-hearted man deep down) but I want him dark. Thank you so much for your hard work!

Hi sweety!! OF COURSE! I made him extra dark, a little too much, so I really expect you to like him like this 🙊🙈... thank u for requesting!! 💖😈 ~

😈💜Sashi's Dark Corner💜😈

NSFW ~ Noble! Sabo x F! Painter! Reader ~ A Noble's Entertainment

tw: NSFW. Super explicit. Sabo is a noble, as he was saved by his parents and not by Dragon. Rough sex. Degrading language. Marking. Caning. Masturbation. Filming without consent (trust me he behaves well at the end). Jerk attitude. Unprotected sex. Hair pulling.

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Flower Hills now cover what once was Gray Terminal, the soft caress of a summer breeze plays with Sabo’s golden locks as he cultivates his mind reading a book about the tragedy of Flevance. His room, the one that’s always been his since little slowly stopped feeling like a cage and after many years he felt comfortable in it. The bars of the window in front of him project a shadow like marks on his skin as he moves.

Though, there was a mark that he couldn't hide…

“Sabo-nichan!” Stelly shouts from the door, pulling Sabo from his immersive lecture.

“What?” he looks to the door, pissed because his stupid step brother never knocks. “How many times do I have to tell-?” he asks, annoyed but stops right away. She looked so fine, she looked so perfect… and Sabo, Sabo had absolutely no shame in showing her what he thought…

“Ni-chan, she is (Name). That’s the artist mum told you was coming to paint your future royal portrait. If you are going to be the next… king… you need to have a painted portrait” he states, clearly jealous of the “becoming a king” part. But Sabo doesn’t mind. He loves young, beautiful women. Commoners, rather than nobles, he has a thing for them, he enjoys playing with those from lower classes…

The blond noble stands up covering his burn mark with golden wavy locks. He fixes his cravat and picks up his cane. A cane that looks lighter than any normal cane, but that nobody dares to ask why he uses it. “Good afternoon, lady… We could discuss the painting right here” he says to you, smirking and fixing dark grey eyes on yours.

Your lips separate several times before any word could come out from your mouth. You know how Sabo looked but his aura, his presence feels intimidating and makes you in a way… weak. A handsome man, influential, powerful. A man that was once a rebellious kid and dared to even cross the sea by his own… that man, that soon turned into a jerk, just like any noble.

Stelly leaves the room, after Sabo had dedicated to him a deathly stare. That bitch is annoying, his haircut, the way he moves, how he speaks, triggers the need of sticking your fist on his face, but still you stay silent and wait for him to leave.

“So, my mother says you are the best artist in the whole Goa Kingdom, aren’t you?” Sabo asks, inviting you to take a seat on one of the chairs of his dormitory. You smile and look straight towards the case with your paints and brushes you have on your hands. Your knuckles turn white from the way you unconsciously squeeze the handle, and you don’t know why… are you afraid? are you… into him?

You only nod, a little blushed because of his praise. “What is it, did the cat get your tongue?” he asks, laughing and coming closer to you. Gloved index finger lifts your chin up, the dark smirk on his face shows you he is not willing to behave like a true gentleman…after all, that’s exactly what nobles do. They act like jerks, because they think everything, even the lower class people, are theirs.

“S-sir, I… how would you like me to paint you? A classic portrait or-” you ask but got cut short because Sabo had decided the moment you step in his room the exact way you will be picturing him… “Naked. I want you to paint me naked”.

“N-naked?” you ask, stuttering. You have painted so many men naked, but… wasn’t this supposed to be a royal like portrait? “Yes, I think we are going to be more comfortable in the next room. Join me, please” Sabo commands, holding his cane but not using it for walking. You stand up and follow him, like a moth to the light, to the next room that’s connected to his own dormitory.

The huge East Rosewood door opens and reveals a room that looks kind of off regarding the rest of the decorations in his house -that more than a house, it looks like a palace to you-. Walls with bricks, just a leather couch in the middle, subtle lighting. There are no windows, but there is a little table with a den den mushi on it. And you wonder what that's for? is that a communication den den mushi? A camera one?

“Please, wait here. I will ask for my maids to bring you something to drink” he says -commands- and gets out of the room. The door closes behind him, giving you a subtle unpleasant feeling of being encaged…

You prefer to ease the doubt, and instead direct your gaze to a tall library full of dusty books from all around the globe. As your eyes scan the titles, you find a cookbook from the north blue, and a revolutionary manifest from the RA. “How weird” you think, coming from a noble, that type of books are probably something disgusting to read…

After what felt like eternal hours, the doors opens. A girl, dressed like servitude, crawls inside the weird room bringing a silver tray with a pot and two fine porcelain cups. She dedicates you a painful glare as she pours the steamy beverages. “Why is she looking at me like that?” you ask yourself, because it looked like she was pitting you.

“Is everything ok, miss?” you ask, because at this point you are beginning to be scared. “Y-yes, please be care-” she says, fixing worried eyes on yours. But her speech gets cut short by the loud bump of Sabo’s cane against the door. “What’s going on, servant? Did I give you the order to speak with other workers?” he asks, intimidating both of you with a sadist smile. The poor maid jolts. Her eyes fix on the ground, almost like making holes into it. “Excuse me, Sabo-sama” she says, and practically runs away briefly looking at Sabo’s cane like a torture instrument.

“Hah! These lower class people never seem to understand their place, don’t they?” he laughs, closing the door and coming closer to you. Your blood boils, because you are yourself a lower class person compared to him and you were taught that nobody is less than anybody just by their economical level… but he is a noble, he was raised like that…

Shamelessly, before your astonished look, he walks directly to the couch and flops into it. He spreads his legs as he sits and loosens the white frilled cravat that holds his blue shirt closed. He also takes off the fancy hat and ruffles his own hair in a sexy, and pretentious way. His cane rests over his lap as he then lays his back and open arms on the back rest. “You told me when you are ready to start and I’ll take the rest off” he tells you, not even asking if you were alright with painting a young man naked.

You nod and begin to prepare your tools. First, you put up the easel and the canvas, then the oils and ultimately the brushes. You think about what colours could make the perfect match for his milky skin and pick the burnt sienna to paint the base of the burning mark around his eye… “Will he want me to paint it?”.

“Sir, I’m ready. How do you prefer the canvas to be? Horizontal or vertical?” you ask, finding the best hiding spot for you behind it. “Well, I was hoping for you to make a full portrait of my nudity, so horizontal” he tells you, without hesitation. You swallow and fight against the burning arson that grows from your belly to your cheeks. “Yes, sir. Please, show me the pose you would like me to paint you”.

You hear the creaking of the leathery couch as he moves, and of course you are sure he is getting naked and in pose, and you don’t dare to look at immediately. “What are you waiting for, artist?” he asks, playfully. You stick your face off the canvas and take a quick look at his perverse way to display his bareness. It reminds you of the infamous painting, “The Fallen Angel” by Alexandre Cabanel. The perfect side of his abdominal wall of muscles goes up and down accompanying the way he breathes. Strong arms that are not big, but lean indeed. Long legs, covering his sexuality. His golden locks, wavy and shiny covering conveniently the scar on his eye. Scar that extends to his collarbones and into his chest. Everything was uncovered, except his hands. He still wears his brown leather gloves.

“So, begin please” he commands, smirking because he noticed how your breathing got subtly accelerated before such a perfect show of anatomy traits. You gasp and quickly begin to sketch the basic lines that will build the painting. Your eyes scan every little detail, amazed by the harmony in his own features. Focusing on his face first, you realize he doesn’t look like a bad guy, yet his eyes hold something pretty dark inside. And you wonder what it is… The doubt didn’t take you any longer to be resolved, though.

A certain sound catches your attention all of a sudden, you have been avoiding eye contact for a long time now, only taking quick glances for details. And nothing prepared you -or maybe your imagination did- for what you see next. He is nonchalantly jerking off, right in front of you, as if you didn’t exist at all.

Quickly, you hide behind the canvas despite him noticing you looking at him. “Why are you hiding, painter? I bet this is more interesting to paint, don’t you think?” he laughs, to a mortified you, a blushed you. “S-sir… I… I didn’t…” you are out of words, what a disgusting jerk he is… and yet, you want to keep looking.

“Come on! You do it, too! I want you to paint me like this. Promise I’ll pay you more” he tells you, as if he was asking for you to add a flower on his hair. “Alright Sir, please stand still so I can picture it for you” you mumble, trying to act professional but crossing your legs… your core was begging for pressure, for release.

You take a big gasp of air and look at him posing, holding his dick in between his gloved hand. Hard, big, red and dripping. Details are your specialty, and those never escape your eyes… but an erotic painting? This is something new for you.

The charcoal on your fingers stain them in black, as your hands get sweaty but your eyes are unable to stop looking at his crotch while sketching. “Your expression is adorable, you know?” he mumbles, stroking his dick a little harder but staying as still as possible. “I’m just focused on the details” you whisper, feeling your cheeks burning.

“Oh… I see. Which details do you like the most? hm? the way it drips? or how hard it is for you, painter?” he asks, straightforwardly.

Bastard…

“Overall is a pretty reference for me to work with, I might have to come closer eventually” you tell him, playing with the double entendre of your words, falsely suggesting he is not that big as he thinks.

The noble's eyes change all of a sudden. How dare a lower class bitch to suggest his sex is not big enough? He stands up, all of a sudden. “What did you just say?” he asks, pissed. You frown, well aware he was annoyed, but you decide to play dumb. “I’m sorry Sir, what did I say?”.

“You think my dick is not big enough, bitch?” he tells you, coming closer and pulling your head back from your hair. “I… I didn’t say that… Indeed I think it is big enough, Sir” you stutter, half scared, half aroused by his violent proximity.

“I should show you then how big it is by sticking it inside you, don’t you think? Do you want me to show it to you?” he asks, surprising you that at least he is asking for some type of consent. “Uh… well… I don’t know, a noble fucking a commoner?”

You, and your big mouth… “You are right, you are way above your place bitch” he says, and makes you kneel on the ground. “There, now you are where you are supposed to be. Under me”.

You look up at him, eyes fixed on his, but feeling the warmth the skin of his sex emanates on your face. “Stand still, now you are posing for me, bitch” he commands and pulling your head back from your hair he starts jerking off. Pumping and groaning, hitting your cheeks with the wet and throbbing tip of his dick, he masturbates in front of you. You could have been scandalized, but frankly… you are enjoying his subtle moaning as he strokes his shaft on and on.

“Open your mouth, now” he commands in between moaning, and as his back arches he fills your mouth with his warm release. “See? What a beautiful bitch you are!” he exclaims, sticking his finger in your mouth, making the contents spill. Sticky, milky fluid drips and slides through the commissures of your lips into the ground, as his load was so abundant you couldn't even hold it all inside.

Sabo lets go of your hair and pushes you to the side. He walks away, a sexy way of doing so. Your eyes scan his wide back and go down the small of it and even praise the way his bubble butt shows. He flops once again into the couch, spreading legs of course, the typical jerk pose and sucking his own cum from his finger. “Come here bitch, undress right in front of me”.

You do as he tells, standing up, swallowing the traces of his release and standing in front of him. He is holding his cane, and now you understand completely why he has it. Your dress falls to the ground, and you only keep your lingerie. But he is not satisfied with it and he wants you absolutely naked.

“All. Of. Your. Clothes. Off. Whore” he says, hitting you softly with the tip of his cane on the side of your left thigh. “Yes, sir” you mumble, and just like that your underwear falls to the ground. Sabo takes his time to enjoy your curves, up and down scanning your body. “Amazing body, you little bitch… sit down and spread your legs. I want you to touch yourself for me”.

You widen your eyes, is this man not touching you? he only wants to… watch? You slowly sit on the ground in front of him and spread your legs. Your hand slides from your lower belly to your core, showing him how wet you have become. “Look at you, does being covered in my cum make you that aroused?”. He is right to ask, because that’s indeed what made you become that horny.

“Uhum, Sir” you whisper, sticking the first finger inside you. You move it in and out, playing with your clit at the same time as you watch him delightfully enjoy your self-pleasuring show. Moaning, you keep going, aware of his sex getting hard soon after. “What are you looking at, little whore? You want my dick, don’t you?” he asks, smirking.

“Y-yes. Yes” you nod, biting your lip. To your surprise, he grabs his cane and pushes your shoulder with the tip of it. You fall back over the carpet of that weird looking room. Sabo stands up and walks around you. He walks slowly, you can hear his steps on the ground and the sound of the cane hitting his palm. Is he planning on using that instrument on you?

Yes. He is.

The cold instrument lands -softly- on your breasts. “Turn around on all fours” he commands and you, of course, quickly comply. “Good girl” he smiles and blesses hitting your back with the cane. It feels like a sting that sends a warm sensation from the place to your whole body ending on your clit.

“Mh…” you moan.

He hits you once again, laughing, because of your reaction. “Hahaha! You are all the same, you enjoy being punished by us, don’t you?”. One, two, three marks on your back and ass cheeks. He proceeds with the back of your thighs, it feels sharp, burning, stinging. You can only imagine the maroonish colours on your skin.

“Do you know what’s happening now?” he asks, while grazing up and down the cane on your dripping core. “Are you fucking me, sir?” you dare to ask, anxious and eager to feel his dick stretching your walls. “Should I, bitch? But don’t you dare touch me with those filthy hands” he moans, pulling you up from your hair.

Barely managing to stand up, he grabs you from behind. His gloved hands stroke your neck, choking you hard, interrupting any air flow that could go inside your lungs. “Where do you want my dick, tell me” he whispers in your ear, visibly aroused, breathing with difficulty. His sex plays at both of your entrances, as a tic tac toe game, where is it going to be stick in?

“Wh…wherever… you- ugh..want sir” you struggle to answer, as his hands like dragon’s claws crush your neck. “Heh…” he smirks, making you walk until you reach the couch. He pushes you against it, making you fall over the armrest. Perfectly showing your holes to him, you wait for him to fill you up.

He spreads your cheeks and legs and while he does so, burying his nails on your ass, he spits. The wet trail of saliva travels from your rear entrance and mixes with your arousal elixirs. And with him enjoying your degrading position, he impales you, brutally. “Sir…” you moan, feeling your walls stretching, as he mercilessly goes in and out.

“Shut up bitch, let me fill you up with my cum” he chimes, getting a better grip from pulling your hair. The sound of his crotch hitting against your ass mixes with him and your moan, creating a sinful melody of hell.

You are grateful for the armrest holding you, because at this point your legs aren’t able to do so. Infinite thrusts, rough, making you unstoppably squirt around the base of his dick. And right when you are about to come, he passes his hand under your chin, lifting your face up. “Smile for the camera, bitch” he moans, showing you the Den Den Mushi in front of you filming your whimpering tears.

Unstoppable orgasm that makes you scream, hits you. You dedicate a teary smirk to the eyes of that poor snail filming it all, proud of being the one who made the future king of your kingdom come too. He lets your womb filled up, about to explode, without taking in consideration that this could lead a simple commoner to have a little version of himself.

He sticks himself out of you, making his cum to drip through your inner thighs. Sabo sighs, and helps you stand up.

“Don’t worry, I will erase the video… And if there is something that hurts, please tell me” he says, cleaning your face from the tears. You panting, amazed by how he became a different man from minutes before, smile. “Don’t, can I keep it?”. The blonde frowns, and flops into the couch. “You want to keep it?”. “I do, I really want to rewatch it sometime” you tell him, sincerely. “And don’t worry, I won’t blackmail you. It was just too good to forget”.

Sabo smirks at you, with the clear intention of communicating something else. “You know? I wanted to be a pirate back when I was a kid… this is the mark that reminds me that” he says, confusing you. “I might want to enjoy a little more of your world, turns out that being a noble is in fact a little boring for me…”

Both smile at each other, understanding too well what he meant.

“Come here, sit with me… I’m definitely not finished”

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anyoneseenadam · 3 years ago

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Healing

pairing: Azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: TW - sexual assault, rape, objectification and implications of abuse, smut, consensual sex, azriel is a sweetie and rhys is a good bestie

a/n: first of all PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS!!! i’m really proud of this fic but I don’t want to trigger or upset anyone, that being said it isn’t too graphic but still. Anyway I hope u enjoy, this took me three days lmao <333

based on: this and this

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You had your first less than savoury encounter with men when you had barely turned nine. Your body still hadn’t finished forming, but you were growing, and your body was gaining some semblance of shape as you did. It wasn’t much – just a whistle from across the street – but for a second your heart seized up with fear, and in the next you almost felt giddy. A man thought you were beautiful.

You felt like a princess that day – felt the way you had when the boy from your class had kissed your cheek, still too young to process the intentions behind that single whistle. But you didn’t care – someone wanted you.

When you got your first period at twelve – even more changed. Your body felt new, and you didn’t feel comfortable in the changes. Your old clothes didn’t fit and now your mother forced you into tighter corsets for those long, long dinners you had to attend. Your parents were respected Fae in the Hewn City – nobles who liked to drink and smoke and throw extravagant balls. And with your new body you could no longer simply hide in the corner or climb through secret passages with your friends – muddying your dresses.

Now you had to smile when men hugged you slightly too long, laugh when they commented on how much you had grown up, sit pretty and pristine with an old mans hand loitering to close to your rear for hours as you watched your parents drink away their troubles.

By the time you were fifteen you were used to the constant attention, your beauty not uncommon where you lived but still doted on often. Unaware of their desire for your youth, your naivety. The women never offering a helping hand but instead glaring down high skewed noses as their husbands slurred into your ears – still in shock that a pretty, young thing like you was all alone at this party.

When you were sixteen you decided to change that – kissing an alright looking boy at a party and telling him exactly what he wanted to hear so he would kiss you back. He stayed when you didn’t protest as he pulled you to the bathroom and pushed you to your knees. And for this small request, the greasy hands on your body at balls and dinners or any other social gathering halved – now only the truly self-righteous felt they could touch you still.

The only problem was you truly did love the boy you had chosen. He had faults yes, but he was kind – he brought you flowers and kissed your cheek. But he also spoke over you, forced you into silence and took what he wanted. And he always wanted the same thing.

If anything it was his father’s fault. The military commander never leaving room for debate when he argues with his wife – and sons only become what they see in their fathers.

Your father had left with a younger woman a few months after your fourteenth birthday, and you hadn’t seen him since – only heard stories of him galivanting around the autumn court from your classmates. You could see the distaste your mum held you in as she realised she would have to stick around to look after you, not yet old enough to be married. Then Amarantha had taken hold of the country and that possibility had been thrown out the window anyway.

Weirdly enough not that much changed in your life when she took power, the only major difference was that now you had to block out screams before going to sleep and even they had become like white noise. You still drank with your friends on Friday nights, went out with your boyfriend on Saturdays and slept the pain away on Sundays. Your weekdays consisted of school, dinners, balls and whatever more your mother could throw together to appease the high queen.

That and the high lord of the night court had started making appearances at the events your mother threw. He was a cruel man standing so proudly at the queen’s side – but you saw something flickering in his eyes whenever people spoke, complimenting his power and rule. You saw what you felt as you laughed at compliments and lingering touches – you saw pain, but more importantly you saw anger. And right now you could use anger.

During one ball you watched him leave, taking an odd route – not the one that would help him escape the loud music but instead a long winding corridor leading to a series of smaller rooms. Without thought you peeled away from your company, muttering excuses and went after him – grabbing a bottle of wine as you did.

You found him reclining in an empty room and knocked on the door gently. He cracked open an eye – slow like a cat – and beckoned you in. You moved to perch next to him, leaning back with a straight back and letting your head loll slightly as you took a swig of the dark red wine, before passing him the bottle.

“You looked like you could use a drink,” you smiled, eyes focused on his sharp jaw as he held the bottle to his mouth with a laugh.

“One way of putting it,” he smiled. The two of you sat in silence for several minutes as you took in his beauty, his looks plus mannerisms all made him seem like a wild cat - a panther trapped underground.

“Why are you here?” he finally asked, and you raised a hand to trace that sharp jaw. But instead of devouring you as any lesser man would’ve, he brushed your hand away and held it tightly in his larger one. “That’s not gonna happen, you’re what sixteen?”

“Almost seventeen,” you said, cheekily. He laughed but shook his head, squeezing your hand before releasing it.

“You’re still a child,” he said matter-of-factly, and you scoffed, stealing your wine back to drink again.

“Yeah well that’s usually a selling point,” your voice was sad, but you didn’t dare let your eyes stray from his – refusing to show fear, “And you’re so nice to me, I wouldn’t tell anyone.”

He laughed as you pouted, “You practice this in the mirror or something?”

“Usually works in three seconds,” you confess, and he whistles under his breath, “Men are rather easy to manipulate when they’ve been trying to get into your skirts since your first bleed.”

“And you wonder why I’m not about to take advantage of you,” he laughed, and you smiled – a real smile, or real enough. “Plus I don’t think your little boyfriend would be pleased.”

“Eh, he’s never pleased - I don’t think this could make him worse.” Rhysand took the wine back and frowned.

“Does he hurt you?” his voice was sincere but the laugh you let out was not.

“Don’t all men,” he swore, and you laughed again, “Yet you foil my plan to make you fall in love with me and whisk me away to the moon.”

He laughed, but his eyes darkened with deep sadness you were sure you would never understand, “I think we both no that even I could not do that, but I might be able to crush your fly.”

“Little boyfriend? Fly? You really don’t like him do you?” you laughed, head lighter already.

“I don’t like any man who thinks they can hurt women,” he said, frowning when he realised through your passing back and forth there was no wine left.

“Shit that took us like five minutes,” you complained, and he laughed, waving his hand lightly as several more bottles appeared before you – you grinned as you grabbed another.

“So any friends with weaker moral backbones that I could marry?” you asked with a laugh, and he smiled at you.

“I’m sure I could find someone,” he leaned back again. You smiled – finally happy that one night might pass in the company of a decent man.

Soon, you’d find it would be more than one night, a close friendship quickly blossoming between you and the high lord. All your friends were convinced you were sleeping together but true to his word he didn’t touch you, and by the time you surpassed the age of eighteen you didn’t want him to. But that didn’t stop other men.

After a particularly bad argument with your boyfriend that had left you with a handprint on your left cheek you had broken up with him – sending away his apologies and flowers, smart enough to see he didn’t hold the mental capacity to change.

Plus you were beautiful and young, you could certainly do better. And you soon did – rich men who liked to buy you jewellery, and fine clothes, men who enjoyed literature and art and spending time with you.

And at the start of each relationship, for a few blissful seconds you would believe in their pure intentions. But then a hand would drift from your lower back to your ass, or the gentle kiss that followed a necklace would shift from your mouth to your breasts. Not one of them wanted to wait until you were comfortable, so you made yourself comfortable.

You pictured pretty, strong men were holding you down and making you feel something, slipping your own hand between your legs and they penetrated you to try and replicate what you were sure a lover’s touch must feel like. And as always – after the first time- they stopped asking for permission, you were their toy, so you no longer had choice over that part of yourself.

But through nice guys and bad boys, for fifty years you had Rhysand who was a friend – who treated you with respect and finally let you talk, let you breathe.

In the end he was the one who found you, in the backroom of a party – drunk and undressed. You were weeping, curled in a ball with your attackers’ seed dripping out of you, bruises decorating your bare skin. When he turned you over with his comforting hands he found your nose dripping red and the vibrant lipstick you wore smudged.

He helped you sit up and redress, took you home and stood outside the bathroom while you scrubbed yourself clean in scalding water – still unsteady on your feet. You changed into a nightgown silently and neither of you said a word when you crawled into bed next to each other, crying in your best friends’ arms as he tried to console you.

When you woke up, he was gone with just a scribbled message about Amarantha and the name of a healer he trusted. But you just placed it back down, turning onto your back and staring at the ceiling as hot tears ran into your hairline.

You barely ate anything for the days following your assault – fighting with your mother more when you rarely saw her and subsequently breaking it off with your current boyfriend. You had thrown his hands off you when he tried to touch you and the screaming match that followed ended your relationship.

Your bond with Rhysand grew only closer however as you spent nights drinking in candlelight, talking about anything and everything until you were sure he knew every inch of your soul and you his.

“You know what I’m going to do as soon as she’s gone,” you whispered one night as you stared at the twinkling lights you had hung on your bedroom roof to imitate stars.

“What?” Rhys had asked, never letting his eyes leave the ‘stars’ which he had laughed at and then proceeded to rearrange to make them more accurate. To which you threw a pillow at his head.

“Find a hill, or a pier, or a large pit or anything and scream into it until my throat bleeds.” You said and he laughed, the bed beneath you rumbling.

“Consider me on board.” He joked as you sat up to perch at your vanity – smudging the sharp eyeliner you wore with a small brush and applying some red lipstick.

“Wanna go out?” you asked him, and he sat up to with a small, sad smile.

“Can’t.” you understood his implication and frowned.

“I’m honestly surprised she hasn’t gutted me yet,” you tried to lighten the mood, but his face darkened slightly when he joked back.

“Oh she wants to, I’m telling her any information you give me about citizens, so she doesn’t.” He said, ruffling your hair as he stood to leave.

“That’s fair, I’ll keep an ear out,” you smiled, squeezing his hand gently before he left.

Things changed when Feyre Archeron appeared, you saw the way your friend watched her and realised you might be competing for his attention soon, but you were happy for him. Until he brought her to that first party – drugged and barely dressed. You felt the bile rise in your throat as you pushed down memories of yourself in such a similar position, and while you knew he would never hurt her – he was still a man. And you were foolish to believe for all those years that he was a man who would realise this was wrong.

Making polite excuses you left the party, picking up the tails of your dress as you all but raced home – ditching the dress and closing the blinds tightly as you made yourself food in your underwear. The sick feeling in your throat spreading through your chest and stomach as you ate, abandoning your meal halfway for a book and large sweater. And when he knocked on your door that night, desperate to tell you all about her – all about the human girl who he was sure could be his mate, you pretended to be asleep.

You barely spoke to him the whole time she was there, unable to look him in the eyes when she was so clearly out of it – and the feeling only grew when the next morning she would have all eyes on her. You understood that feeling. You instead spent parties flirting with Tarquin, the young high lord who was only a few years your senior or warding off marriage invitations with laughs and carefully placed words.

Rhys would sometimes catch your eyes – furrowing his eyebrows at you when you avoided his gaze, the sick feeling never really leaving. But it wasn’t until you watched Tamlin slay Amarantha with a smile that he tried to speak to you again. Feyre was Fae and leaving with her betrothed and Rhysand had just confirmed they were mates – and never had he needed his best friend quiet like he did now.

You were sitting when he found you, head in your palms and blood dusting the skirts of your dress. You had been sitting near Amarantha when it happened. You looked up when he neared, smiling sadly as he sat next to you.

“Want to go home?” he asked you quietly and you scoffed, standing, and moving to leave quickly. He followed after you, grabbing your arm as you wrenched it out of his grip with more ferocity than he had ever seen from you.

“Don’t touch me,” he held his hands up, backing away to give you space as you got your breathing under control.

“What did I do?” he asked – smart enough to not presume anything.

“How could you think it was okay, after what happened?” your voice was quiet again, and so sad.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he implored, stepping slightly closer again. You raised your eyes to meet his and he understood, the darkness you carried in your eyes shining through – the memories that resurfaced in those dark moments. “I’m sorry, let me explain please.”

You let him hold your arm softly as he winnowed the two of you to your house where you sat down heavy and tired.

“I did it because she needed out of that cell, but I saw what they did to you and you’re a fae woman, she’s… she was human. So it meant that no one else would touch her.” He tried to explain, “And she wouldn’t want to remember.”

“That’s a horrible thing to do Rhys.” You stated and he hung his head low, “How in anyway was that helping her, to get her out you could’ve snuck her here or just take her to a ball and let her dress normally.”

“I’m sorry, I just knew this would’ve been the safest option,” he grabbed your hand again and squeezed it like he did all those years ago, “It’s over, we can go home.”

“I am home,” you laughed bitterly, gesturing to your house.

“No, you’re coming out of this city – we’re putting it behind us.” He stood and held out a hand.

“I know you’re trying to be dramatic and all, but I have to pack – and think.” You said and he laughed.

“Take your time,” he said, sitting back to wait for you, “And I know it might take you a while to forgive me, but I’ll wait.”

You had left soon after, as he revealed his city to you. Winnowing to a house where two beautiful women stood at the door, strong winged men appearing next to them almost instantly – all sharing the same tear-eyed look. Well, all asides from a short, dark-haired woman who simply smiled.

The men you presumed were Azriel and Cassian barrelled towards Rhysand, attacking him in the most violent hug you had ever witnessed. Mor followed soon after and Amren simply offered him a curt nod, to which he bowed slightly with a cheeky smile.

Cassian turned to look at you and everyone followed suit, you straightened up – not wanting to cower under their gazes.

“And this, this is (y/n).” Rhysand said, placing a hand on your elbow, “She’s the only reason I survived under the mountain.”

You smiled at him, annoyed still – but you still held so much love for him in your heart. You looked away when Cassian approached and wrapped you in a tight hug, lifting you off the ground slightly.

When he released you he looked you dead in the eye, “I am forever in your service.”

“Cassian let go of the poor girl,” Mor exclaimed behind him, and you giggled, looking to Rhys for support.

“Forgot to tell you he’s a hugger,” he shrugged, and you shoved his shoulder.

“Oh did you!” you laughed.

“Gotta get used to it, you’re part of the team now,�� Cassian slung an arm around your shoulder as he guided you inside, “which means lots of hugs and long talks about emotions.”

“Don’t steal my best friend Cassian,” Rhys jabbed at his brother as you all moved to sit inside around a long table.

“He already had I’m afraid, can’t reverse love like ours,” you joined in, patting Cassian’s hand as he punched the air in victory, Rhysand feigning pain as he dramatically collapsed into his chair – a hand over his heart.

When you were finally seated you caught Azriel’s gaze, his eyes locked on you – having watched you interact with his family for less than five minutes and already completely enamoured. You smiled softly when you caught his gaze and he grinned at you, no words passing.

Later that evening – after too many drinks, you found yourself alone on a balcony you found, drinking in the fresh air greedily after all those years underground. You didn’t realise he was there until he was next to you – silent on his feet, his shadows a cool chill passing over your shoulders.

You tilted your head to look at him, in awe of his beauty. Not even Rhysand had awed you as much as this man was, his beauty unparalleled by anyone you had met before. He turned his gaze down to you as well, fighting the urge to reach out and touch you as he watched you move with such elegant curiosity.

“We haven’t had the pleasure of being formally introduced,” you smiled, lifting your hand delicately, “I’m (y/n).”

He met your hand halfway, lifting it to his mouth with perfectly poised and trained grace. “Azriel,” his voice was deep, gruff – and sent chills through you quickly. But when he moved your hand from his mouth you held on, the sparks flowing through you telling you all you needed to know. He similarly made no move to let go.

“Are we? I don’t really know how any of this works,” you laughed nervously but he smiled so warmly and tugged you slightly closer to him with the hand you were still clutching.

“You’re my mate princess,” he said, voice rough from disuse. You smiled widely, eyes forming tears as your gaze never strayed from him – finally getting one person who would truly love you, not your body – but you. He tugged your hand gently and you followed him inside, smiling and love drunk.

“We should probably go to the house of wind,” his voice was quiet as you furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“Me and Cassian have to share a room here, the bed are singles.” You smiled and laughed – irrevocably happy.

“Yeah maybe not,” you said, and he held your hand softly as he walked you to the front door, passed his past out friends, Rhys cracking an eye open when you walked past him, and you turned when he tugged your skirt gently.

You okay? He asked in your mind, and you smiled at him.

I’m perfect, why? You replied as he closed his eyes again, clearly too tired to hold them open - Azriel moving to retrieve your coats.

Just don’t feel pressured into doing anything you’re not ready for, Azriel is understanding he won’t get angry. A sort of cold feeling settled on your shoulders when you realised why Azriel wanted that extra privacy.

Shit forgot I had to do that you joked but Rhysand felt the stress growing, however before he could reply Azriel was by your side again and you were waving him goodbye, your smile tight lipped.

Honestly, you trusted Rhysand when he said that Azriel would understand – but so far you had yet to meet a man who truly respected the boundaries you set, a man who would truly wait. Azriel met your eyes in silent questions before scooping you into his arms, flying high above the house as you squealed in his arms, clinging tightly to his neck, and shutting your eyes tightly as you soared above the vibrant city.

He felt you tense as you neared the house, swooping lower in order to land on the large balcony attached to his room. He placed you on shaky legs gently and looked down to smile at you again – heart so full of love and peace.

Not only was his brother returned to him in one piece, but along beside him came you. His mate. His mate.

You caught his gaze and gave him a tight-lipped smile, terrified for history to repeat itself. You wanted to talk to him and know him – you didn’t want him to learn to love your body instead of you. And you were truly afraid to be touched again, you hadn’t been with a man since you were raped – fear stopping you before they could get close and walls slamming up if they tried.

“Are you okay?” Azriel’s voice was dripping with concern – genuine concern, and the way he said it made tears well up in your eyes. His own instantly widened as he sensed the sadness and fear rolling of you in waves, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you sobbed into his chest. “Oh sweetheart we don’t have to do anything, c’mon lets go sit down.”

He guided you through the glass doors and sat you down gently on the bed, holding you gently and coaxing you through your breakdown. Once your breathing had calmed slightly and you had pulled out of his embrace, wiping your tears harshly with the butt of your hand.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered quietly, terrified to anger your mate when you’ve only just found him.

“It’s okay darling, what’s wrong – did I do something? You’re not terrified of heights are you?” he asked, and you laughed softly, a smile growing on his face as his worries eased slightly.

“No, that was fun,” he grabbed your hand in his scarred ones and you gripped it tightly.

“Then what was it?” you looked into those beautiful, worried eyes and let out an exhale – bottom lip quivering.

“I just don’t think I can – I can’t do that tonight.” You whispered the words lowly, afraid of his reaction as you clung like a child to his hand.

“Hey, that’s okay – we don’t have to do anything until you’re ready,” he smiled, worries easing. You still wanted to be with him, just not in that way yet – and he could wait. He would wait a million years if you asked.

“Even if I’m not ready for a while?” You asked, and he held your face in his hands gently – looking into your tear-filled, defeated eyes.

“I would wait forever and then some – I have already waited so long to meet you, I’m sure I can last longer, especially if you’re next to me.” Your smile was so sad when you met his eyes.

“I’ve been told that before,” Azriel just pulled you closer to him with a cheeky grin.

“And were any of them your mate?”

“No,” you smiled at him again and he thought his heart was going to combust.

“Well then, I love to prove people wrong.” You buried your head into his chest as his arms came around you once more, “Would you like to sleep here, or would you like your own room?”

“Here is fine, I like the way you make me feel,” you said quietly, tugging on the bond experimentally. Azriel just smiled and tugged back.

“That works for me, I’ll get you a change of clothes.” He moved to stand but you stopped him – tugging on the dress shirt he wore.

“I want this,” you grinned cheekily up at him, and he laughed, but undid the buttons and pulled it off anyway – turning around to let you change in peace. When he turned back around you were looking up at him with wide eyes – looking impossibly cute in his shirt.

“It has holes in the back,” you complained, and he laughed, sitting down to tug off his trousers before sliding under the covers as you scrambled to lay in his arms.

“Well I do have wings,” he cemented his point by letting one drape over your shoulders as you sighed in content.

“Really, I hadn’t noticed,” you deadpanned quietly, burrowed deep under his arms and the covers. His chest rumbled with the silent laugh as he pressed a kiss into your hairline.

The next morning he awoke to you laying on his chest, tracing the scars on the backs of his hands with a delicately pointed finger. He stared in wonder, and you must have felt his gaze because you turned your head to meet his eyes, face still puffy from sleep. As you whispered to him that morning, your chin resting on his chest as you gazed up at him until he rose to get your morning drinks. Barely daring to leave for more than a few seconds. And when he returned he was so glad he did – welcoming the sight of you curled up under his sheets with a shy smile and tired eyes.

“Do we have to do anything today?” you asked as you sipped your drink slowly, Azriel’s’ arm tight and secure around your waist.

“Nope,” he said, delighted at the prospect, “I just want to be with you and my family.”

“Sounds heavenly.”

True to his word, for the next few weeks that past, you and Azriel didn’t progress past slow, occasional kisses and lingering touches. But before either of those he was always searching your eyes – asking permission. And you truly fell in love with him during those weeks.

He was caring and consistent – never promising anything he couldn’t bring. And he cared for you, he cared for you past your body and looks. He wanted to be with you for an eternity.

One night, while you lay together, speaking lowly and listening to the rain fall outside your room – a glass door cracked open, you decided you were ready. You pressed closer to him, your lips meeting his own in a kiss more passionate than you had previously shared.

He followed your lead with just as much passion, but when you crawled into his lap he pulled away slightly.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you,” he asked quietly, hands coming to rest on your hips.

“I’m sure, I love you and I want to be with you.” You told him sincerely, “But I haven’t been with anyone in a few years so I’m a little out of practice.”

You giggled nervously but he furrowed his eyebrows, “But you told me about your boyfriends?”

“Yeah but I – stopped dating about five years ago.” You tried to explain quickly, old nerves being brought up, but Azriel pulled you closer and as always his touch calmed you.

“Can I ask why?” he watched you drop your head a little as you breathed slowly – determined to not let your fear rise, you would probably end up telling him anyway so you might as well get it over with.

“I was raped.” You stated and his grip on your hips tightened slightly as he swore.

“Darling, I’m so sorry,” he started but you stopped him with a sharp glaze.

“You don’t need to apologise, it happened and it’s over now.” He could practically feel you pull away, so he loosened his grip on your hips and instead brought his arms up to hold you against his chest.

“Who did it?” he asked, voice dark and dangerous. You muttered a name lowly – under your breath – and he pocketed in the darkest corners of his mind for later. His shadows itching to tear the man apart.

“Look (y/n), if you’re ready I am more than happy to oblige but I need to know you’re really ready, I will wait as long as you need.” You pulled away from his chest and kissed him gently.

“I’m ready, I trust you,” he smiled up at you from where you perched on his lap and you giggled and he flipped you over, laying between your legs with a feral grin.

He made you cum three times with his mouth and those beautiful, beautiful hands alone – more than you had ever experienced with a man and he hadn’t even received any pleasure yet. Except from the pleasure of watching his perfect mate fall apart on his sheets, over and over.

And when he lay over you, your legs pushed up and wrapped around his waist, and his forearms on either side of your head – he would later swear he had never felt more complete.

“I’m here with you remember, will be the whole time.” He assured you, voice soft as he lined himself up and you smiled.

“I love you so much,” you whispered, and he pushed in slowly, filling every part of you and pushing against every spot you didn’t know you had. You swore under your breath when he bottomed out, the slight pain quickly being reduced to please as he dropped his head into the crook of your neck.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good,” you felt shivers run through your body at his gruff voice and smiled, moaning when he began to move.

He pulled his head from where it hid in your neck and watched as you closed your eyes – head thrown back with a smile – and his hips bucked, desperately trying to control himself as he watched you arch your back.

“Shit Az, you’re so big,” you moaned loudly, unaware of the trance you had pulled your mate into.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered with a harsh thrust, a hand coming to stroke down your face as you opened your eyes to meet his, “So perfect.”

You felt as if your heart was going to burst from the love that filled it as you reached up to kiss him softly – conveying every word, every thought, through that kiss. When you pulled away you were nearing your end, the sensations building in you without the need of a fantasy or your own hand.

You moaned his name, gripping his shoulders tightly as one hand instinctively moved to stroke down his wing. He shuddered above you with a loud groan – his thrusts speeding up as he to neared release, yours hips surely bruising from the force of his own.

“C’mon baby, need to feel you, need to know you’re mine.” His words ignited something in your stomach, and you clung tighter to him, kissing his sharp jaw as you smiled.

“I’m yours Azriel, now and forever.” Your gentle words pushed him over the edge and his skilful fingers dipping between your thighs brought you down with him. The two of you crying out at the sensations you shared as a growing need to never let him go consumed you.

He collapsed on top of you soon after and he intertwined your fingers with his own as your breathing evened out. He slipped out of you, and you smiled up at him as he sat up, rolling off your body and laying to the side while you came to rest your head on his firm chest. He brought his spare hand upwards – twirling strands of your hair slightly as you rested in silence. After a few minutes, you clambered into his lap and kissed him firmly as he pulled you impossibly close.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his lips, and he felt his heart swell with gratitude to the world for giving him an angel that would willingly hold his hand and guide him out of the darkness.

“I am so in love with you,” he whispered back, and you giggled, a hand moving slowly to stroke him as you felt him harden beneath you again.

“Hmm, is that so?” you whispered.

Azriel, who had started pressing light kisses into your neck, nipped you gently, making you squeal, “What were you saying darling?”

“That I am also deeply, and unequivocally in love with you.” You replied and he rolled his eyes.

“Just putting me to shame with your big words.” He muttered and you giggled – crawling down his body.

“I’m sure I could make it up to you.”

#acofas #acotar #azriel #acomaf #azriel x reader #acowar #acofs #acosf

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obanzi · 3 years ago

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hello! so I saw requests were open! can I get the reaction of the hashira boys when their shy s/o suddenly confesses to them? Thank u in advance

yeah mhm !! idk i just got in the mood to write this .

༄ Sudden Confession !

Summary ⤳ Hashira reacting to y/n’s sudden confession !!

TWS / Mentions ⤳ n/a

Featuring ⤳ hashira boys

Author’s Note ⤳ i had some trouble writing Uzui so forgive me :(

❥ Rengoku Kyojuro

You were Rengoku’s Tsugoku , now , it was a regular day of training . Alright so just to get some things clear .. you had a massive crush on rengoku ever since you first saw him !!

Anyways , you couldn’t hold back anymore . All you wanted was the Flame Hashira’s love . While during your break time , you just let loose without thinking twice ..

“Rengoku-san .. I know this is sudden but I like you !!”

Rengoku was caught off guard . BIG TIME — like , wtf ?? How did he not notice this .. he was redder than the devil !! Even so , rengoku answered even with his sweating face .

“I like you too Y/N - san !!”

❥ Iguro Obanai

You and Obanai were out on lunch with just finishing a mission , you both went to your favorite ramen shop !! Obanai loves the tea there while you love the ramen .

You and Obanai’s friendship was something that you both enjoyed every much and would hate for it to go somewhere else .. even if you both wanted to stay friends . The universe had different plans for you two ..

You were currently thinking about your feelings for Obanai while waiting for your ramen to arrive . Meanwhile , Obanai was deciding whether he should get black or green tea ..

Without thinking twice or even waiting for your ramen to arrive . You just spit it out .. “Iguro-San , I think .. I like you .” While covering your face with your hands .

That’s when Obanai went red , just like straight up red . It was so sudden that his mind went blank !! That lunch was a little awkward after .. but don’t worry . I’m sure things will turn out find :D

❥ Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi was your best friend , you two are a chaotic duo . While sanemi thought he never caught feelings , you on the other hand have . I mean , how could you not ? He might look scary to some but you think he looks handsome !! All you wanna do his kiss his scars and tell him how much you love him .

Alright so put that aside for now , you two were doing the Hashira training . You were asked to help with pounding training !! While sanemi was scolding some of the lower rank demon slayers , you were just looking at him . Not in a weird way .. like more in a “ur cute” look .

Once he was finished , he caught you looking . “What the fuck are you looking at ?” , he was honestly a bit confused . And without any thinking .. “You , you look cute .”

Both you froze . You had just figured out what you said and got extremely embarrassed and started covering your face . Meanwhile , Sanemi was .. he didn’t know what to think . Woah you like him ? You think he looks cute ? Is he cute ? What does this mean ? I thought we were just friends ? Yeah , a lot of questions in his head right now ..

Although once you both sort it out , maybe something will happen . Who knows ? Just gotta throw your hints luv >:)

❥ Muichiro Tokito ( Aged Up )

You were Muichiro’s Tsugoku , as much as he is forgetful he is cute !! Is what you tell yourself most of the time . Even if he could never catch onto your hints , you still love him either way .

One day , you two were taking a break . With him laying down and you still sitting up , both of you were looking up at the clouds ! While you two were looking at the lovely clouds , you couldn’t help but notice mui’s adorable face !! Trying figure out what some clouds look like .

You couldn’t help but squeal out “you’re so cute mui-Kun !!” While holding both of your red cheeks . You honestly didn’t care if he heard or not .. you knew he was going to forget anyways .

... He didn’t . There was a small tint on pink on his cheeks but barely visible ! He actually liked you too although he wasn’t so sure of his whole romance thing so he waited and kept his feelings to himself .

Although with your small confession , he had some hope . At the end of the day .. he will confront you about this <3

❥ Himejima Gyomei

Alright so your friends with Genya !! Genya sees you as a mother to him . So basically you hang around gyomei and genya a lot — after staying around the two for most of your life , you had caught feelings for the big giant !!

After a few lunches with him , this became a normal for the both of you . So it was one of those lunches today — you were talking to gyomei about the lovely flowers you walked by before you got here .

“They were such a lovely pink ! Ah , I wish I could’ve taken them with me .” Is what you said while taking a bite into your rice bowl . After a few minutes of talking , you decided maybe it was time . Yeah , sure it was sudden but .. you loved him a lot and this is what you wanted to do .

“I’m not the best at confessing but .. gyomei-San , I love you a lot !” You said laughing while giving a cheeky smile . And you swear to GOD you saw a small tear out of gyomei’s eyes . You started to panic and ask if he’s okay !!

Gyomei was okay , just surprised . Someone like you .. can love someone like him ..? Although don’t worry .. I’m sure something will work out :)

❥ Uzui Tengen

Uzui already had 3 wives but who said he can’t have 4 ? Sure you and Uzui were still talking but maybe something could go on . Anyways , you had kinda a crush on Uzui . Although you were restraining yourself since he already had 3 wives .

Even so , you get along with his 3 wives a lot !! They all like you , they also knew you had a thing for Uzui . So it was a huge win - win . Maybe something could work out ..

One day , you and the girls were talking about these cute clothes at the market . Once that conversation died down a bit .. the girls asked you something that would completely get you off guard ..

“so y/n-chan .. do you have a crush !!?” Suma would ask you while the two other girls waited for an answer . You couldn’t decide if you should tell them or not .. you had no idea how they were gonna react . What should you do ??

Just as you were about to say something else , Uzui did a sneak attack on all of you — “boo !!” All of you ( expect Makio ) all jumped . “Hey girls !! Watcha talking about ~?”

“Oh nothing !! Just talking about how much i like youuu .....” that’s when you covered your face and got really embarrassed ... have fun luv .

❥ Giyuu Tomioka

Both you and Giyuu were pretty quiet . Although that didn’t stop you for catching feelings for the Water Pillar , he was quite handsome even if most people don’t like him . He’s also a great listener :D

There were many things that you loved about him . Although you kept that to yourself .. at least you tried too . One night , both you and Giyuu were out doing a night guard .

“The moon is nice today , too bad we have to keep watch .” You said looking up at the sky , enjoying the moonlight hitting your face .

You looked back at the small town before you looked at Giyuu and smiled . Oh , how he looked so cute focusing . You couldn’t help but blush and admire him !! Although , accidentally .. you said something that could maybe change a few things .

“Ah you’re so cute Giyuu-San ! I wish I could give you kiss —” .... yeah that might have been obvious . Literally Giyuu coughed and covered his face . I think he likes you too !!

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tojikai · 2 years ago

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Alright, but if Y/N is indeed pregnant, could you let her keep the baby? I saw the “mentions of abortion” tw but like please, I want her to keep it. I don’t even care if she doesn’t get back with Satoru in the end. I don’t know but I’m always so soft for babies.

So, I see that some people have this very visceral reaction to Y/N in this chapter, and guess what? I want to defend her like those K-Pop stans. I don’t care about changing their feelings about her but I just want to let them KNOW.

Y/N has made a mistake, a single one, and it makes her no different from Rie, the other woman, but seriously, Y/N is still far more dignified than Rie can ever be. Both committed a mistake. And then what? Rie decided to continue to live in La La Land and created more fuckery while Y/N did everything she could to not do anything wrong again. Y/N immediately told the truth to Suguru and Shoko while Rie and Satoru knew the truth but kept it a secret to save face or whatever tf. After the cheating, Y/N was firm with Satoru about not getting back together with him while Rie went ahead and accepted Satoru’s advances despite feeling guilty.

I saw someone say Y/N is bad at decision-making. LIKE WHERE??? Unlike Rie, Y/N made all the right decisions for someone in her position. They are a foil to each other and the entire series shows how different they are as a person by showing what they decided to do after making a mistake. Like are you being serious with me now? But I don’t know, maybe you read this series with your eyes close or smth, and you simply refuse to see that. Rie and Y/N are the “same” in this situation but overall, as a person, they are not.

LOL, alright, sorry for going off like that, I’m Y/N's biggest fan as you can tell. She’s not me, she’s my precious baby 🥺.

All in all, thank you, Kai, for this chapter! Oh man, this series is going to end soon. What a ride it is! I can’t wait to see how this will end. I actually can’t believe that you just started writing when you created this blog. You’re so good??? Coincidentally, I was an English Major too LOL and I wish I was as talented as you. Once again, really enjoy this update. Looking forward to the next and have a nice weekend, okay? <3 (2/2)

you know what, YOU'RE HEAVEN SENT. im so glad u pointed that out bc there's an ask in my inbox that seems to be downplaying rie's actions yet enraged by what happened between yn and satoru. i cannot bring myself to post it bc it stressed me a bit LMAO, it's like they just skimmed through every chapter and paragraphs. like they didn't pay attention to the contexts and hints that i put it in there. i mean we all know what yn did was wrong, i am not justifying it and that is why yn's facing the consequences now. yn acknowledges it and is doing everything not to do it again, unlike rie who stood tall and straight despite knowing that her new rs is a product of betrayal. i just … dont get what they're fighting for. really.😭 LMAO and im glad u mentioned this bc i was having a really hard time thinking where i lacked explaining in the story. i understand that there are still things which are unclear right now. but that's why we still got 2 more chapters left😭

anywayssss, omg as usual, that was an amazing read !! 2 more weeks and this series is over 😭 this is the longest one i've written yet. and yeah i started writing on april 19, wrote home and posted it on the same night😂thank you so so much and omg you're an english major too !! im sure you can write fics as well, u just have to start !! your reviews and analyses are GOLD, never fails to amaze me how you always get all the points that im trying to get across in the story. im grateful for all of them and for your support, you're amazing, thank you sooooo much !! <33 i hope you're doing great~

#🍭—kaitalks #f: permanent mark

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writer-akihiko · 4 years ago

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TW First year students x fem! MC who's secretly a demon princess, who will they react to her powers when they found her in her demon form?

First Years + DemonPrincess!MC

I had fun with this prompt in general, and I hope I made some fun scenarios that you like!

Warnings: Bullying from other students and hurtful words, Epel is censored because Vil doesn't allow it

Sebek Zigvolt

He forgot to give you back your notebook from class, so he had to go in the evening

If Sebek remembered correctly, in his 'I'm A Good Boyfriend' notebook, you said you usually rested in the evening

"YN, I'm here to deliver your notebook!-"

"Go away Sebek!"

He was appalled. You've never scolded him in such a way before!

He quickly fished out his notebook, and he flipped to a page where Lilia had lectured him on what to do when you were feeling down

"Here it is…" He muttered

He barged in your door, breaking down the rickety door, "YN! I am here to comfort you!"

"S-Sebek?!"

He almost dropped the notebook. He was surprised at you appearance, as he saw horns on your head, as well as tattoos on your skin that he's never seen before

"YN… You're…"

You sighed. "Yes Sebek, I'm a dem-"

"You're a Fae! Like me!"

Before he got too excited, you settled him down and explained your appearance

He felt ashamed of himself for his initial behaviour when you explained that you were a princess. He doesn't really mind that you're a demon, in fact, he understands you more as people of his world usually misunderstands Fae-kind

In general, he's quite amazed anytime you demonstrate your powers

He lowkey wants to see you and Waka-sama have a showdown with magic, but his heart knows it'd hurt to see you in danger

Ace Trappola

He got held back by Professor Crewel due to some argument he got in with Grim

He asked around if anyone else saw you, but much to his shock, he found you surrounded by some other students. Again

He wanted to pummel their faces in, but now looking at you, you seemed calm…

In the blink of an eye, a net of dark magic appeared underneath the students, trapping them at their ankles

Ace had his mouth open as horns and wings similar to the colour of your hair started growing from you. What freaked him out more was that the wings weren't made of feathers… They looked ripped apart and made of the same magic he couldn't identify

"A-Ace!"

Upon seeing your boyfriend, you flung the students away into the Garden with your magic. Someone would find them later…

"U-Um… This…" You got embarrassed, feeling shy in your demon form

"THAT WAS SO COOL!"

Ace then pestered you to tell him where you learnt such magic, although he might've accidentally grabbed your horns the wrong way

He listened carefully, since it caused you such discomfort when he touched your horns

He didn't think you'd be a princess…

"Wait… Does this mean you have a demon father?"

You nodded your head. "But my brother's the Demon King at the moment… Why?"

"I need to mentally prepare myself if your demon family want to kill me since I want to propose to you after graduation…"

Deuce Spade

You and Deuce were nervous, since it was a magical mana exam. It would dictate certain classes you'd be able to take next semester…

You were the last to go, and your boyfriend cheerfully waved at you as he gave a thumbs up. He must've passed the test…

You had to remind yourself to control your mana, otherwise you'd have some explaining to do

As you let the teacher examine you, you couldn't help but notice that there was some kind of barrier around the orb you were practicing with

As you removed the barrier, you realised that it was a trap by the teacher!...

You couldn't help but pour your normal amount of magic into the orb, which, put on a show around the students as they marvelled at the dark magic

"Well," Principal Crowley announced, after you were done with your examination. "You'd best be coming with me."

After a long talk with Crowley, you were surprised that Deuce and Grim were at the door, eavesdropping at your conversation

"I overheard… I was worried about you…" He admitted

Deuce however, was quite curious about your appearance, so after his and your dinner, you allowed him to see you shift into your demon form

He did ask if it hurt, to which you shook your head

He admired your wings and your bigger, claw-like hands as you felt heat in your cheeks by the way he was intensely staring at you

"Y-You're adorable…"

Even though you towered Deuce's height in your demon form, it didn't stop him from giving you your usual goodnight kiss on the forehead

Jack Howl

He always wanted to show off his skills to you, so he invited you to a practice match against the Diasomnia dorm

He was against the first years of the dorm, so you silently cheered for Jack

As you were continuously impressed by Jack's speed, you couldn't help but notice a strand of magic tagged on him…

Your magical vision traced it to one of the students on the opposite team, who was passively reciting a spell to jinx Jack's next move

There was only the seniors… So it should be fine to stop that student this once…

You were too slow, as the spell had already whizzed through the field. You could still stop it from hitting Jack!...

You felt everyone's gaze on you as you interrupted the spell. Knowing that your appearance had changed, you shied away

Some students ran away, but Jack didn't. He picked you up, horns, feathers and demonic body parts, all of it and embraced you

"Hey! Stop looking at my girlfriend like she's a monster!" He growled

The seniors quickly punished the student causing tricks on the field, but some were still weary of you

Jack put you down, kissing your forehead. "Thank you precious for saving me there."

Eventually, you had to explain to the teachers what you were

Some dorm leaders grew afraid of you, but Jack didn't care. You were still his precious girlfriend

So what if you both were seen as monsters? He thought. The big bad wolf and the terrifying demon princess could live in peace and quiet, in their own space in the forest…

Jack thinks the whole thing is cool, but he is a little jealous that your magical abilities are so much better than his. You tell him he makes up for it in his physical strength

Epel Felmier

You and Epel were taking a stroll, on the way to the field for the MagiShift club

You promised to cheer him on, and you decided it would be a cheeky way to take some photos with your Ghost Camera

You comfortably sat next to Jack as you got ready to take some photos

Unfortunately, you weren't sure of the exact details, but a student decided it was a perfect opportunity to set off a prank near you and Jack

You weren't exactly in control of your own powers, so the impact caused you to scream and lose control of your appearance

The other students screamed in turned, seeing a 'monster' transform in front of them

Epel saw the prank beforehand, but he couldn't run fast enough to get to you

He couldn't think straight, he just had to make sure you were alright. So when he overheard the students yelling at you, he threatened them

Everyone was freaking out at your changing body, since your skin had different markings, almost like carvings etched into it and a pool of dark magic flooded below you

"I-I'm sorry I-" You tried to apologise, but others constantly berated you

"She's a freak! Someone seal her away!"

Epel couldn't stop himself from whacking the student who said that on the head

The other seniors managed to calm the students down, sending them away

You briefly explained everything to Epel, repeating your apologies to him

"Don't aplogise YN. Those idiots don't understand."

Epel, in all honesty, didn't care if you were a demon princess or a human or a fairy

Whoever got in the way of your relationship on the other hand, he'd pick a fight with them even though you were the one who could easily clean the fight up

"Hey YN, don't listen to em. They don't know how cool you are. As long as I'm the one you love, I'm okay with anything."

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst first years #sebek x reader #epel x reader #deuce x reader #jack howl x reader #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #sebek zigvolt #epel felmier #deuce spade #jack howl #twst jack howl #twst epel felmier #twst sebek zigvolt #twst deuce spade #twst ace trappola

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theepisceswriter · 4 years ago

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Doing dirty things w/ AOT characters while you two most definitely shouldn’t be (Reiner, Erwin, Zeke, Levi)

A/N: my faithful stoned thot anon, shoutout to you for this request and I hope this was something like you were imagining in your mind. I know you only asked for simple mundane tasks, but I wanted to be extra and include more situations. I can’t wait to work on the other ones you sent me !

Synopsis: Basically, you’re trying to do a task that requires a lot of your attention or you to be silent (like on the phone, out to eat with friends, etc), but your partner really really needs some attention in that moment. I suck at descriptions sorry 🥴 If you see any typos no u didn’t, but really I was too lazy to proofread.

TW: Modern AU, hehe naughtiness obviously, choking for Zeke, also embarrassment, fembodied!reader, 18+, MINORS DNI!

REINER BRAUN: Movie night with friends

Reiner just couldn’t help himself, he really couldn’t. The first sight of you in your silky pajama shorts and this man’s thoughts were going crazy watching you parade around the house as you grabbed the snacks and needed materials for tonight’s movie night with some of you guys’ friends. Luckily the fabric of his pajama pants were loose enough to hide the growing boner in his pants, but of course he made it known to you by approaching you from behind and pressing it against your ass so you could feel just how hard you had made him simply by looking pretty.

His hands began to roam all over your body, stealing a grope of your breast, and his mouth attached to your neck, taking breaks in between kisses to tell you how good you look and how much you riled him up. As good as it all felt, Pieck and Porco were only right down the street, so you took his hands off of your body with promises of making him feel better later in the night once they had left. You’re lucky he doesn’t like quickies like that and prefers to take his time with you or else he would’ve taken you right there up against that counter chile.

Pieck and Porco finally arrive and what was supposed only be one movie turned into two, and now here you were snuggled up under Reiner on a completely different couch than Porco and Pieck while they flipped through a catalogue on the television looking for a new movie to start up; Reiner growing more and more impatient as the minutes went on. The constant caressing on your thigh and pinches he would give your nipples every now and then giving that away completely.

You got tired of fighting his advances off a long time ago and part of you wanted him to continue, to see how far he would actually go, because truth is you wanted him just as much as he wanted you right now. You were just a lot better at hiding it.

It was halfway through the movie that he finally decides to make a drastic move, moving you to a position where your back was pressed against his chest and tapping your hips, signifying for you to raise them so he could pull your shorts down to your thighs.

“Sit still for the rest of the night and I’ll reward us both so good once they leave.” He’d whisper in your ear. The only warning you’d get before he’s slowly easing his cock into you careful not to stretch you out too much, but the wetness that accumulated between your legs all night long makes it so you swallow him completely. A shocked moan leaving both of your lips, but luckily being silenced by the action scene on the tv; both Porco and Pieck too into it to even pay attention to the two of you.

So desperately you wanted to swirl your hips up against you, create any sort of friction to make his cock hit that spot in your soft velvety walls that left you clenching and squealing and him growling into your ears, but instead you had to be as still as possible while cockwarming him. Not being too careful would surely draw the attention of the other two, but Reiner still tested the waters every now and then by shifting every so often on purpose to cause movement.

He was even able to draw a weird moan out of you once that had Porco and Pieck looking over at you like you were crazy, questioning if you were okay which you had no choice but to reply yes to. Barely able to get that out because the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you mixed with your walls clenching around him was a whole sensation on its own.

“Careful, you don’t want them knowing that I’m balls deep in you right now would you? Or would a slut like you enjoy that; them knowing that your pussy is swallowing my cock whole right now?”

Reiner is degrading during sex sometimes and you cannot tell me otherwise #sorrynotsorry.

And when he said the two of you would be staying like this the whole night until they left he absolutely meant it. After that little moaning incident he surprisingly acted normal the whole night, like the two of you weren’t even doing what you were doing underneath the cover. Knowing how torturous it must be for him to deny you the skin to skin contact and hip bucking you needed from him.

ERWIN SMITH: In a restaurant surrounded by friends

You never thought Erwin to be the bold type to try something out in public with you. The closest thing the two of you have done to it was a quick quickie in his office once with you pressed against the window of the skyscraper building it was located in, but even then you could feel the anxiety in his muscles as he pressed himself up against you; scared of an assistant or important business partner to come barging in on the two of you.

So you can imagine the shock on your face when you were spending the night out with friends at a restaurant, preoccupied with listening to Levi’s horror stories at his tea shop when you felt the ghostly tingles of Erwin’s fingers trail up on your thigh. A hand on your knee was nothing, something he had done plenty of times as a small sign of PDA, but this was different. You looked over to him with a questioned look in your eyes, but his kept his eyes straight and responded to you physically by pressing his thumb against the cloth that separated his finger from your clit.

Almost immediately you choked on the spit going down your throat which garnered the attention from everyone else at the table asking if you were alright. Everyone but Erwin turned to you and if they were truly paying attention that would’ve been a major sign that something was up, but your quick, “I’m okay!” Response had them off your back in an instance and only edged Erwin on more, fingers pushing your panties to the side as he continued on.

The food in front of you hadn’t been touched in around 10 mins since you found yourself full before you were able to finish it all, but you had to pick up your fork and abruptly take a bite of of it when you felt Erwin’s long fingers plunge into you with ease from your wetness and curl up into you; the metal between your teeth the best attempt you had at covering up your moans.

You swear you saw a slight smirk on his lips when you glanced over at him because he’s a menace to society like that.

His hands moved so languidly inside of you hitting all the right spots and pressing down on the sensitive parts of you that always guaranteed a reaction out of you. While also simultaneously still rubbing your clit with his thumb in wide circles, enjoying every twist and turn he saw your face do as you tried desperately to hold your moans in.

At one point, to mess with you even more, he leaned in and whispered into your ear, “You think all these people know that your cunt is clenching around my fingers about to cum?” No one else heard him but you, but it definitely drew the attention of Levi who threw a confused look your way. To which you could only reply to with a smile and awkward chuckle that almost broke out into a moan because Erwin thought it would be a good idea to speed up his fingers.

You didn’t care how obvious it looked anymore, your teeth found comfort in the skin of his arm to stifle moans and your fingers had a death grip on his thighs as your orgasm hit you like a wave. Leaving you with nothing to do but grind your hips down into his fingers slowly to not draw attention as you rode out his orgasm. His fingers were covered in your slick as he pulled them off of you and instead of being discreet and wiping them on his pants or even your dress, he picked up a small dessert off his plate and turned to you. Feeding it to you and sticking his fingers a little too far in your mouth so you can clean your own orgasm off of your fingers. His thumb going between his own lips once he took his fingers out of your mouth and sucking on it gently. “That was delicious.” He would state, never breaking eye contact with you.

The tent in his dressy slacks gave away all the excitement he was feeling on the inside as he watched you squirm in your seat while he did something so naughty to you in public. He couldn’t take it anymore, placing his share of the bill on the table and excusing the both of you for the night before going around and saying your goodbyes. No one seemed to notice anything, except for when you went to Levi to give him a goodbye hug and he whispered in your ear, “Next time get a room or go to the bathroom you freaks.” You totally weren’t embarrassed and didn’t leave the restaurant with warm cheeks.

ZEKE JAEGER: During a zoom meeting

First off, sexy time stuff aside, Zeke is a menace to society and always interrupting your zooms. Whether it’s him barging into the room and asking a question like “Did you eat the last bagel?” While you’re unmuted or walking behind you with his shirt off while you have you camera on. You will never know a peaceful smooth sailing zoom meeting with Zeke in the house.

But you were immune to it at this point and he was a little too immune and comfortable with messing with you while you were in them. But hey, you couldn’t blame him! You looked all too good to him while you laid in the bed on your stomach in one of his band tees and nothing else while you payed attention to the boring lecture happening on your laptop.

Once he realized that your camera was off his hands were on you immediately, rubbing up and down your legs to signify to you that he was in a mood while he made his way on the bed behind you.

“You can’t just be walking around the house all sexy like this and expect me not to pounce on you.”

You want to say something snarky and remarkable back, but a distraction from your boring ass class is exactly what you needed. So instead of protesting this time around, you arched your back so your ass was nearly up to his face to which he replied with playfully slapping you on it and even taking a nibble of your cheek. And because you’re a menace to society you run your own hand along your clothed slit and moving your panties out of the way to put it on display for him.

“I could really use some distracting right now.” Say less, this man’s mouth is on your clit in an instant, devouring you like you’re his first meal of the day. Your hips instinctively grinding down against his tongue as he moved his focus to sucking on your clit at a pace that left you ass up face down on the bed moaning like a pornstar. Never mind his beard scraping against your thighs and possibly leaving a rash there later for you to deal with. It adds a nice touch of pain to your pleasure.

So caught up into the pleasure warming up your lower stomach, you don’t even notice your teacher calling on you until Zeke reaches out and taps on the keyboard to move your attention back to the zoom in front of you, his mouth still working magic on your clit; a mixture of his spit and your juices trailing down his chin. The site is enough to make you cum but you’re forced to divert your eyes away from it as you unmute yourself, quickly asking her to repeat the question, going back on mute before they can hear the slurping noises that Zeke obnoxiously made louder once you unmuted.

“I’m going to kill you.” “Pay attention to school sweetheart before I stop completely. Education comes first!” What an asshole, but despite the joking tone of his voice you know he’d stop in a heartbeat just to mess with you and you’re too close to an orgasm for him to up and quit like that.

From the way your hips move sloppily against his face he can tell that you��re close, but once the teacher repeats the question at you to answer he pulls away completely seemingly to cut you some slack. But, surprise, he only moves his mouth away to replace it with his cock, sliding into you with ease and thrusting into you at a steady pace that has you moan loudly into the microphone on accident.

His face lights up with a smug expression and smile, the embarrassment on your cheeks making him pick up his pace and turning him on in a way. “Now your whole class is going to know that you were getting fucked by me. Too busy getting your hole pounded to even pay attention to the lesion. What a dirty little slut, they’re probably talking about you right now as we speak.”

You’re at a loss of words, not only because of embarrassment but because you can barely form a sentence from the way Zeke is pounding into you so ruthlessly from behind. His hand even coming forward and grabbing at your neck to balance himself against the bed while on his knees.

Your morning with him is far from over and the embarrassment from this zoom is going to last with you forever.

LEVI ACKERMAN: On an important phone call

I know Levi Ackerman with his hands around our necks really get us going and the thought of dom him fucking us from behind while on the phone with our boss makes us feel butterflies in our stomachs....BUT the thought of sub Levi whimpering and having to put his phone on mute while discussing business with someone because you have his cock halfway down your throat, is an equally as hot image.

He would glance at you from over his phone and let out a silent “What are you doing?” And make a faint shooing away motion in the air to make you leave, but he doesn’t want you to leave. You know that and he knows that which is why when you went to unbuckle his pants he gladly let you, hips even raising slightly so you can pull them down enough to let his cock and balls free from the restraints of his underwear and pants.

It was such a sudden and rash decision on your end that he wasn’t even hard at all when you pulled him out, but one lick from the base of his cock to the tip of it is enough to make it stand tall. Warranting a deep intake of air that has the person on the other end of the line asking if he was okay. Between the embarrassment from nearly being caught and the pleasure exploding in his lower half from how good you’re working your mouth, his cheeks are flushed with a bright pink color.

“Do you want me to stop” “no, no, keep going, please.”

He’s so needy and close to that sweet release already, the excitement from doing something so naughty while the person on the other end of the phone has no idea has his senses in an overload. Even the broken ‘Y-Yes’s that have to leave his lips every time he unmutes his phone strikes an excited nerve in him that he didn’t know he had; wishing he could moan as freely as he could to show off how good you make him feel, but he bites back those moans with his teeth. Instead opting for a number of praises when he can.

“You look so pretty on your knees in front of me with your cock in my mouth.” “You make me feel so so good, you don’t even know how good I feel right now because of you.” “Keep that up and I’m going to cum.”

Eyes closing shut and breath picking up the closer he gets. His hand even coming down to move your head at a pace that feels godly around his cock.

Usually you would tease and pull away altogether when he did this, reminding him that he couldn’t be too needy, but you would be lying if you said this didn’t have just as much of affect on him as it did on you, thighs clenching together with each bob of your head and moan that left his lips that he couldn’t quite bite back.

He’s an incoherent mess at the end, lips not even able to move together to form sentences and his hips bucking up wildly into your throat to release his load down your throat. His hips still bucking up slightly even after he came because it just felt that good. His mind was so clouded with pleasure that he didn’t even notice the person on the phone had hung up a long time ago, something he would have to deal with later but that proved helpful right now.

“I hope you don’t think that this was it.” Oops, now you awoke the dominant side of Levi’s switch personality and he’s definitely not letting you off the hook for this one.

#Stallion don’t say ‘menace to society’ a million times in a post challenge #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot smut #aot imagines #reiner braun smut #reiner braun x reader #erwin smith smut #erwin smith x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman smut #Spicy.#zeke jaeger x reader #zeke Jaeger smut

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pwarkluv · 4 years ago

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❝ idk you yet ❞ - p.js

park jisung x reader | angsty, fluff | 1.6k words

WARNINGS | TW: mentions blood, abuse, drug and alcohol abuse, smoking, lowercase au, non-idol au, high school au, badboy!jisung, mature language/cursing, reader is like an angel sent from heaven for him, jisungie just in need of love :(

SUMMARY | being an outcast has him wondering if he’ll ever be happy. cue you, the new girl, stumbling into his life (literally).

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “idk you yet” by alexander23! also AHHH this is my 100 followers special fic :) THANK U LOVES FOR 100 IM SO SHOCKED CJSBFKEJD <33 the writing is a little crappy because i’m currently on my period and my patience for sitting down and writing this went down halfway through lol but I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, ENJOY THIS JISUNG FIC BC JISUNG MY BABIE AND SO ARE YOU GUYS!

whenever anybody thinks of park jisung, they think of the chains and dark clothing he wears. they think about the faint smell of smoke and men’s cologne that follows him wherever he goes.

they think of the boy who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks.

but what they don’t think about are bruises on his face he fails to hide whenever he walks into school, the dejected look on his face whenever random people give him disapproving looks, the way his smile slowly faded into a permanent frown wherever he went.

jisung quickly accepted his reputation at school and in their little town, not having enough energy to feel insecure about it like before.

the only group of people that even remotely cared about the boy were his best friends in the whole entire world, nct dream.

they were outcasts just like him, the most “fucked up group of boys” in their town (the people’s words, not theirs).

see, they were your typical bad boy group straight out of your typical fanfic. bad grades, smoking in their free time, getting into fights, always being late to class; not a single person had hope in them.

but behind their scary and intimidating facade, all seven boys were big softies with misunderstood hearts and difficult backgrounds.

people were just too dense to look into it, only judging them based on their looks and personality on the outside.

❝ how can you miss someone you’ve never met ❞

love was a foreign thing to jisung, the only form of love he’s ever felt being from his friends. his parents were… interesting to say the least.

jisung’s father was a hard-core alcoholic, his mother being a major druggie. with no siblings in the house, jisung was usually their main target to push around and beat up.

and so because of this at a young age jisung learned to distance himself from other people and found different ways to release stress.

he started smoking when he was 14, the warm and hazy feeling of the smoke entering his lungs comforting him.

if jisung humored himself enough, maybe smoking could count as his first love. it was always there for him, never leaving him alone even if he wanted to quit.

he relied on it knowing it was the only constant in his life.

now of course the boy has heard of proper love, love like in the movies or shitty romance songs he hears on the radio.

and he won’t lie, there were moments he thought about what it felt like to be in love. but he knew that would never happen, at least not in their small town anyways.

he just wanted to be loved.

jisung would never admit it but sometimes he’d be jealous of the old couples walking down the street in their own world like it was just them two against the universe. he was jealous of the happy kids running around, their mother’s and father’s fondly smiling at their child. he was jealous of all the “normal” kids in his neighborhood.

jisung wanted that, craved that.

but most importantly, the boy wanted love.

❝ cause i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

everything hurt.

his head, his body, his mind, his heart; everything was in pain.

jisung walked down the empty streets of their city, a trail of blood following behind him as he accepted his fate. the boy was 99% sure he had a concussion and at the very least had a few broken ribs.

he felt like this was the end, and he was ready.

wandering aimlessly around town, you decided to take a late night walk to familiarize yourself around the area. you had just moved into the city a week ago, spending all seven days trying to help your family unpack and rearrange your cozy new home.

now that you were finally free of the smell of tape and the dust of the boxes, you decided it was best to get to know the place you were living in.

the autumn air seemed to settle at night as you shivered, cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket of some sort. the sight of a convenience store up ahead of you brought you relief as you rummaged through your pockets wondering if you had enough money for ramen.

your steps became excited as you found a couple dollars, fondly thinking about what type of ramen you should buy. you became so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice the poor boy who was staggering in front of you, or the trail of blood he left behind.

jisung pushed himself to reach the convenience store a couple feet away from him, in desperate need of supplies to at least try and fix himself.

if it didn’t help in any way then oh well, maybe death was indeed an option.

grinding his teeth though the pain, he did not expect to feel a small body bump into him. had he been at his regular health, jisung would’ve easily been able to keep still but because of how much blood he was losing the boy was knocked down like a bowling pin.

“holy fuck.” jisung cursed the feeling of the concrete floor colliding with his ribs. he didn’t even notice the girl who had bumped into him sitting on the floor dumbfounded, freaking out over his state.

“oh my fucking god.” the girl said, capturing his attention. jisung glared at the stranger, mentally acknowledging the fact she was pretty.

but her being pretty won’t get you anywhere, he scolded himself. she’ll leave you just like everyone else.

“a-are you okay?” she said, eyes glancing at his black eye. jisung rolled his eyes, already annoyed. “does it look like i’m okay?” he replied, his deep voice catching the girl off guard.

“just, fuck off.” jisung said closing his eyes as he laid back down on the floor, knowing he couldn’t force himself to get up anymore. he didn’t even have to open his eyes to know she left, hearing the sound of her footsteps walk away.

the boy sighed as he laid idly on the floor, wondering what sin he committed to lead him to where he is now. not even she wanted to stay, the tears threatening to fall as his thoughts buried him alive.

“why can’t i just die?” jisung said out loud, asking no one but himself.

“because i won’t let you.” a voice replied as jisung forced himself to sit up in confusion. it was the same girl he had bumped into, but this time she had a first aid kit with her. he gave her a lost look despite knowing what she was here to do.

jisung’s mind just couldn’t wrap around the fact that a total stranger would even bother to help him.

“now sit up.” she said softly as she bent down to open the box, the boy slowly followed her instructions. “i’m sorry this might sting.” she said though jisung didn’t mind because she was much prettier up close.

the next ten minutes were you trying to fix his wounds against the shitty chairs outside the convenience store.

jisung didn’t even bother mentioning his broken ribs, not wanting you to freak out. you cleaned up what you could and the boy was beyond grateful for that.

you subconsciously rubbed his back in a comforting way whenever you’d apply alcohol to his open wounds, trying to ease the sting. you held his hand for him to hold and though he was a big boy and had a high pain tolerance, he still gave it a squeeze just to keep your hand there. what the actual fuck is this feeling, jisung asked himself as he watched your determined figure work on him.

it was cold and in order to better work on his wounds, the boy offered to give you his hoodie which strangely had no traces of blood on it. you gladly accepted, the faint smell of blood and his cologne engulfing you up.

the sight of you in something so big and so him made his chest swell in pride.

jisung couldn’t even formulate a sentence as you cursed at the time once you finished patching him up, fleeing the scene before he could say anything with a small smile, his hoodie still on.

❝ and can you find me soon because i’m in my head ❞

the thought of your soft hands on his, your voice, your whole presence; everything about you couldn’t seem to leave the poor boy’s mind. it was now monday, and waiting for his class to start already made him want to go home.

if only i got her name, jisung daydreamed with his head resting on the palm of his hand. the classroom was loud and bright, people occasionally giving him looks but the boy didn’t mind.

“jisungie~ did you hear we have a new kid?” jaemin asked, poking the boy’s cheeks. the boy only gave him a pointed look before sighing.

“hyung i don’t really care.” jisung replied, looking back out the window.

jaemin only gave him an offended look before grumbling a bit. “i don’t know maybe you will.” he muttered under his breath as their teacher walked into the room.

❝ yeah i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

their homeroom teacher stood in front of the class, jisung tuning out his voice. the boy once again sighed as his teacher called for their attention, explaining they had a new girl in their class. “now make her feel welcomed,” he said before turning towards the door.

“y/n, please come in.” the teacher said and jisung almost fell out of his seat when he saw you walking through the door with the same smile you gave him a couple days ago.

“hi i’m y/n and i hope we can get along.” you bowed to the class, a familiar hoodie you were wearing catching his attention.

isn’t that mine, jisung thought to himself as he bit back a smile knowing you kept it all along.

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sie-rui · 4 years ago

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AA HELLO it's finally open !! first off i really like ur writing! i was wondering can u make another scenario w the same sex relationships but with baji and kazutora?

❀ SAME-SEX RELATIONSHIP | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 baji keisuke, hanemiya kazutora 💿 male reader, second pov (you/your), comfort, tw: homophobia, au - canon divergence, headcanon 📅 july 06, 2021 🔗 masterlist ,, version: 01, 02, 03

when they fall for someone with the same gender as them headcanon. but does gender really matter when it comes to love?

. . . BAJI KEISUKE

☆ Baji will probably get clued in by someone else. He may be extremely perceptive and analytical at times but the dude is clueless to his own feelings.

☆ Like it would probably be offhandedly mentioned by Mikey as a tease then Baji would completely stop and realize:

"Oh shit, Mikey, you ain’t lying, I do like Y/n." "Wait, what? You didn't know?"

☆ Here comes the existential crisis.

☆ Moves on pretty quickly and decides to face his mother first before going to you.

☆ Baji, honestly, does not give a shit about what other people says.

☆ Other people except his mother. His mother who raised him the best she could despite the adversaries and his knack of getting into trouble and causing them as well. His mother who loved him. And his mother who will support him no matter what.

☆ Once he finished almost breaking down and getting things straight with his mom that no, it’s never going to change and yes, he’s sure about this, he finds himself knocking at your door.

☆ Baji isn’t one to wait, why should he? There’s no use just mulling over everything when he can just tell you how he feels and sees if you feel the same or if you’re homophobic.

☆ His breath is caught in his throat when you open the door and even invites him inside, falling in love with you even more now that you’re in front of him.

☆ Doesn’t even go in your apartment and just says his feelings right then and there.

☆ Blushes and realizes what he just did, trying to explain himself even if there was nothing else to say.

☆ It doesn’t even process in his mind when you told him that you liked him back. Might take him a few more seconds before he actually realizes that he’s not getting kicked out and you’re not cutting ties with him.

☆ If it’s alright with you, he wants to show you off. PDA is fine for him and he’ll shamelessly kiss you if you aren’t uncomfortable.

☆ He doesn’t quite mind people’s looks on him but if it’s directed at you and you get uncomfortable, he’s going to face them.

"I’m gay, you got a problem with that buddy?"

; HANEMIYA KAZUTORA

☆ This boy already has a lot of issues.

☆ I think that he would repress it for a long time, from the very moment that the thought of even liking you passed his mind.

☆ Kazutora isn’t emotionally ready to love someone and cherish them, even more if this love is considered as something unusual, not after Shinichiro.

☆ Tries to convince himself that this isn’t love. That he doesn’t know love.

☆ How could he know love when the only love his parents ever showed him was punching and throwing objects at each other until glass shards dig deep into their skins, drawing out blood? How could he know love when for him, it was nothing but a beast, always getting asked which one, mommy or daddy?.

☆ Kazutora doesn’t even trust himself, he doesn’t want to fall for you. He doesn’t want to drag you into this mess, to hurt himself, to hurt you.

"Stop fooling yourself. You don’t like him. Of course you don’t. How could you?"

☆ I think that if you really want to have a relationship with him, you’ll be the one to initiate it.

☆ Kazutora will also avoid you to shut his feelings out so you’ll be the one chasing him.

☆ Might actually emotionally hurt you by saying something about homosexuality.

☆ But when he sees you break down from his words, being so foolish, so willingly vulnerable, Kazutora would feel himself shattering as well.

☆ Then, that was it. The end of the line. Kazutora can’t stop himself from falling, from dragging you down with him, anymore.

"I’m so sorry that I like you."

☆ Is actually really sensitive so I guess it’s up to you to face homophobic slurs and looks from the public.

☆ This relationship includes a tonshit of breaks, bickers, hesitant touches, and lingering glances, reassurance and insecurities, trust and love, so fragile.

☆ It’s a long process but it will all be worth it in the end.

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cheegu3 · 3 years ago

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Hi, how are you ? I wanted to tell you that I loved spending time reading your writings, they are really great 😩 I also take this opportunity to ask you a little request hehe. could you tell us a bit more about Yandere Leedo? of the genre, how he met the reader or how his obsession with her appeared and evolved.

a/n: hello, I’m sorry for the wait :( thank you so much 🥺 I’m good, I hope u are too 🥰

tw / trigger warning: yandere themes, obsessive behavior, abusive relationships

~ Yandere Leedo - how he met his s/o ~

You met Leedo through being his group’s dance choreographer. You were an inspiring newbie in the industry and took the job opportunity when you were offered it, straight away.

You were excited, thinking this was going to expand your resume and show your talents, creating a bigger and better future for yourself.

Unfortunately you were only a supporting choreographer, you rarely met the boys in person for the first few months until the main one got mysteriously injured and had to be hospitalised for a long time.

You see, Leedo had known of you for a long time. He wanted you the second he saw you. This was when his group was introduced briefly to you during a meeting by seeing your picture and getting some information.

You were so beautiful to him, and your name sounded right in his mouth. He spent the next week thinking of how he could finally meet you in person; he was getting too frustrated with you not joining the practices and he didn’t have enough information to stalk you.

He came up with the idea to hurt the main choreographer. He didn’t care much for him anyway, he was nothing compared to you and he knew very well that if the main was gone you’d have to step in since you were an extra.

Even though you didn’t like to admit it to yourself, you were quite happy that things had turned out this way - you definitely liked being in the background, giving tips and watching the boys behind the screen, pitching ideas and correction of details to the main choreographer. But you also wanted to be in the spotlight, directing and leading like you always dreamed of. This was the perfect opportunity, you couldn’t lie to yourself.

The first time you met them, you were very nervous. Leedo wanted to catch your eye straight away and be remembered, and so he did. He came up to you and introduced himself, giving off a confident and cocky aura.

‘‘ Hi, I’m Leedo. Remember that name ‘‘ he smirked.

Your smiled faltered a bit. You felt even more nervous when you dealt with flirty people.

‘‘ Nice to meet you. I’m y/n ‘‘

‘‘ I know ‘‘ an unreadable glint appeared in his eyes.

You started the practice. It went well; with you leading them, slightly uncertain at first but as it went on, you became more certain and confident.

What you didn’t notice was that his eyes were on you the whole time, never leaving you. He wanted to take in every bit of you, confirming every thing he had laid fantasising about like how you’d be or look.

When the practice came to an end and everyone was packing up, Leedo approached you when you two were alone. He had told everyone else that he was going to make a move, so they went ahead - giving him smiles and thumbs up behind your back.

When you turned around, you couldn’t help yourself from looking both surprised and confused. Why was he staying behind?

‘‘ Did you wanna ask me something? ‘‘ you smiled politely even though you felt a bit awkward.

‘‘ Yes...actually ‘‘ he took a step too close for your comfort.

You felt very uncomfortable, squirming against the glass mirror behind. The reason you didn’t act was because you had been warned several times not to upset the boys; it would lead to you getting fired immediately.

Besides, no cameras were in this room so whatever he did to you would be a complete secret. You’d 100% lose against Leedo’s word for yours so it was just best to stay in place.

‘‘ I like you. I want us to date ‘‘ he said, smirking confidently.

You frowned.

‘‘ What? No. I can’t, I don’t want to, sorry ‘‘ you mumbled, and now you didn’t care about the warnings that had previously rung in your head - you wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.

You pushed past him, not daring to give him another glance. The thought of having to see him the other day, and all the days to come after - made the whole thing feel humiliating.

You quickly closed the door to the practice room and slid down the wall, the tears came immediately and you hugged yourself while letting them come.

The door opened mere minutes later.

‘‘ I’m not done with you ‘‘

You screamed as he yanked you inside by your hair and locked the door.

He had no intentions of walking away that day without you by his side, no matter how he’d have to achieve that.

#yandere oneus #yandere kpop #yandere leedo

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Haikyuu!! Boys as Bad Dad moments

Characters: Akaashi, Washio, Konoha, Kita, Suna, Ushijima, Yahaba, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi, Daishou and Numai

**These are ways they “failed” as fathers. I am not talking about ACTUALLY failing as fathers, just things dads have done that most of us either remember/get told about NOT TO BE TAKEN S E R I O U S L Y it is just for f u n I also gave them all at least 2 kids cause SibLiNgS**

A ‘*’ means it happened to me lol

TW- Mentions of giving too much medicine, accidental pain caused to child, these are things I either experienced/knew people who experienced them, allusion to cursing/a FEW bad words (but I substitute a letter for something else :)

*Akaashi Keiji:

He had been working in his office when his son had come in.

You had been putting your newborn to sleep for a nap when your son decided he wanted to be with his dad.

His son was only 3, so when Akaashi was held up in his office editing his son, Kenji, would sometimes come in and plop himself in Akaashi’s lap.

His sons small feel padded on the floor while he made his way to his father, softly tugging on his pants as he stuck his arms up.

Akaashi smiled and softly chuckled before gently picking up his son from under his arms and placing him on his lap.

He got to work soon after, reading and revising the pages.

Other than having his son on his lap it wasn’t unusual for him to be drinking coffee while working.

Keep in mind, your son had inherited a lot from Akaashi, and not just his looks or personality.

But also his habits.

Because of this, your son was very fidgety, usually toying with a string or your fingers.

That meant he tended to move around a lot.

Akaashi had just lifted his not-so-cold coffee to his lips when his son had made a sudden movement, causing him to knock his arm and, “AHH” Akaashi’s eyes snapped open as his son started crying, cursing under his breath he stood up gently holding his son in his arms as he carried him to the bathroom.

Sitting him down on the counter he dried the coffee off of his son, luckily it hadn’t been hot enough to burn him, but it was still hot enough to hurt.

“What happened? I heard crying, is he okay?” Akaashi sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, he’s okay, he bumped my arm and I spilled my coffee on him. He’s okay! It didn’t burn him, but it did hurt...” Your frowned as you stood in front of your son, giving him a soft smile before kissing his arm, cause kisses always make it feel better~

You carefully picked him up from the counter, rocking him slowly side to side as he burrowed into your shoulder.

“Are you okay little man~” He nodded as he sniffled into your shoulder, little hands clutching onto the fabric of your t-shirt.

“You know daddy didn’t mean it, it was an accident.” He nodded again, lifting his head to rub his eyes and reach out for his dad.

Akaashi gave a wobbly smile before reaching over to grab him, kissing the top of his head as he carried him back to his office, making sure to have some iced coffee instead.

Washio Tatsuki:

This would be the first time Washio was left alone with the twins.

5 months ago, you and your husband had had your first children, your adorable fraternal twins Natsuki and Tatsuo.

Today would be the first day you would be away from them, but with your mother being sick and you being the only one available to take care of her you had to go.

You weren’t too worried about your husband, he was already a good dad so you had no doubt they were in good hands.

But it was never an enjoyable experience to have to leave your kids, especially your babies, and for the first time.

So, you decided to leave early in the morning, give them their good morning kisses and head over to your parents house.

Before you left you changed their diapers, letting them play in their little play pen while your husband tried to get up.

Rubbing his eyes Washio walked into the play room.

He had to go to the gym today for a meeting, fortunately EJP had a really good daycare system in the stadium, so he could leave his kids there while he attended the short meeting.

He stopped in his tracks as his face blanched and he felt his breath stop.

You had changed the twins’ diapers...but you hadn’t dressed them.

The twins were still young, so without looking at their, uh, biological differences you couldn’t tell them apart....

Now, usually when this happened you guys would just check the diapers, but you had just done them..

And he was already running a bit late.

So, he made his best guess, got them dressed (one in pink, the other in blue), fed and in the car driving them to the stadium.

Once he got there he quickly dropped them off, rushing to his meeting.

The meeting had been fairly simple, just some pre-season info he’d need.

After chatting with his coach/teammates, and stopping Suna and Komori from pulling a prank, he made his way back to the daycare.

He walked into the building when one of the younger care takers, Yui, walked up to him, One twin in each arm.

He smiled as he carefully put them into their carriers.

“Uhm, just a question...” He looked up to her and motioned for her to continue.

“...Were you aware that Tatsuo was wearing the dress?” Washio sighed as he ran a hand down his face shaking his head. Yui light heartedly smiled, “Don’t worry, we switched them.” Thanking them, he picked up his babies and went home.

He was not prepared for the way you cackled when he told you what happened.

*Konoha Akinori:

You had gone away for a business trip, leaving your husband Konoha home with your 3 kids. (You guys have 2 girls and a boy)

Your middlest child, your son Akira, had recently come down with a cold making the poor thing miserable when he tried to sleep.

Being the good dad that he is, he gave his son some benadryl!

The next morning he woke up, and after letting his kids sleep in for a little bit he woke them up too.

...two of them.

He tried several times to get his son to leave his bed, but the little kid couldn’t so much as swing one foot over the side of his bed with out falling asleep again.

He didn’t think too much of it, the kid had a cold after all.

So he let him sleep for another hour or so before making him get up for real.

A day later you got home, and everything was pretty much normal.

Until you went to put your son to bed, and realized he had crashed on the couch.

“...Uhm, Akinori?” Your husband lifted his head at your voice, setting the dishes in the sink and drying his hands with a towel as he made his way over to you.

“Yeah babe?” You took a look over towards your son before looking back to your husband.

“...Has Akira been like that all weekend?” Konoha ran his hand through his hair as he sighed. “No, only since Saturday. He wasn’t feeling good so I gave him some benadryl, he’s been dead to the world since.” You slowly nodded.

“Uhm, Akinori?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “How much benadryl did you give him?”

He left to grab the box, coming back with it in his hand as he continued to look at it.

He shook his head in confusion. “I gave him the amount the box said, 1 teasp-”- He paused.

Uh oh.

He in fact, had not given his son a teaspoon of benadryl.

He had given him a tablespoon.

*Kita Shinsuke:

You had to leave early one morning for a doctors appointment; you were pregnant with you and Kita’s second child.

Usually for these appointments Kita’s grandmother would watch your 3 year old daughter Kyoka.

But she had something to do that morning so Kita was the one responsible for getting her ready for preschool.

Kita was a good father so you weren’t worried.

You knew she would be put together, fed, and on time.

There was just one thing you couldn’t account for.

“Daddy?” Kita looked away from the mirror he was shaving in and down to his daughter, washing away the traces of shaving cream. “Yes sweetheart?”

She held out her small hand, 2 bright pink hair ties with little butterfly charms on them held out in her palm.

“Can you do my piggy tails please?” His eyes widened.

He hadn’t done hair...like...ever.

But from the puppy eyes his little princess was giving him, how could he not do it?!

Plus, it couldn’t be that hard...right? I mean, he had watched you do it plenty of times, and it was pretty straight forward.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed he had her stand on the ground in front of him.

He grabbed her brush and put the two hair ties she had given him on his wrist.

He brushed her hair and parted it as evenly as he could, trying to be gentle in the process.

Now time for the pig tails..

He pulled her hair back, trying to make it tight to it would stay.

...But he might have made it a little too tight.

He turned her around and realized he had made them way too tight.

Not only did her hair look like he had slicked it back with x4 strength hair gel, but it was so tight that her eyebrows had been stuck way up on her forehead.

He was quick to turn her back around, loosening the hair ties so she looks like a 3 year old again.

His face turned undeniably red as he told you what happened later that night, you light heartedly laughing at his misfortune.

Suna Rintaro:

Suna had just gotten out of practice, and now he was on the way to his kids school.

You and Suna had 4 kids, 2 boys and 2 girls.

The youngest 2 had a doctor’s appointment earlier that day, which you had taken them too. Meaning Suna needed to pick the older 2 up from elementary school.

He had been listening to music, his music to be specific.

He had pulled into the parking lot, changing the playlist to a kid friendly one right before his children got in the car.

After they had told him about their days, and he had told about his, he switched back on the music.

It had been fine for a song.

Until he realized that he had a few songs qued.

The fun little song had just ended when the bass dropped, the color draining from his face as soon as the song started.

The mentioned song being “Big Bank” by YG, 2 Chainz, Big Sean and Nicki Minaj of course~.

He was quick to turn the radio off, waiting until he could pull over, empty the que, and turn on kid friendly music.

He told the kids to ‘forget what they heard’ and he continued on his drive home.

Now, you’ve got to remember, his daughter is in kindergarten and his son is in 2nd grade, so they’re still kind of at that “monkey see, monkey do” age range.

Or rather, “monkey hear, monkey repeat.”

He thought it was gonna be okay, they were good kids so he figured telling them to forget they even heard it, they would let it go.

There was just one thing about his children that he didn’t account for.

As obedient and well behaved as his children were, they were also very curious.

That night at dinner they had all been sat down at the table, eating dinner and talking about their days.

You had been feeding your infant son while Suna had been watching the 3 year old, the other 2 older children happily eating their food. Until...

“Hey mommy?” You looked at your daughter with a smile, “Yes baby?” She continued to eat her dinner, “What’s a b!tch?” Your eyes widened as your husband choked on his food, your baby laughing at the scene before him.

Hitting his chest and taking a sip of water Suna tried to catch his breath.

“Nezuko we don’t say that, where did you hear that?!” She tilted her head as she looked at you confused before turning to look at Suna, pointing a small finger at him.

“It was on the radio, daddy told us to ‘forget’ but I didn’t know what it meant...What does it mean?” You sent a glare towards your husband as you sighed.

After explaining to your daughter why it was bad to say those things and not to repeat everything she heard you cleaned up your kids and put them to bed.

...You had quite the conversation with your husband later that night.

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

Ushijima had been on grocery duty this week since you had a meeting with a friend.

He had the Friday off, and since you weren’t home he took the kids with him.

Now, I would like you to know that you guys have 6 kids. S I X.

Growing up with no siblings and divorced parents, Ushijima wanted to make sure none of his kids were lonely.

Originally you guys had two, each kid had a buddy.

...but then you had a third, and you couldn’t just leave him alone...

so you had another...then another...

And now you guys have 6. But it’s okay cause you both love kids anyway~

He was doing his best, he truly was. He had his 2 youngest sitting in the little seat by the handle bar, 2 kids in the basket, 1 hanging onto the side and the oldest walking alongside him.

When they got to check out he had to take one of the kids out of the basket, so he opted for his 3rd oldest, his son Kazue, figuring he was older so it’d be a-okay.

He checked out his extensive amount of groceries before loading them up into his car, and his kids.

He pulled out of the grocery store parking lot and got on the road, his kids singing along to the radio and chatting amongst themselves.

They had been driving for 6 minutes when his oldest child, Ren, spoke up. “Uh, dad?” He hummed, briefly checking the rear view mirror before returning his gaze to the road. “When are we going back to get Kazue?” His face lost all color as his eyes widened.

As swiftly and safely as he could he pulled over to the side of the road, whipping around in his seat to take a head count. ‘1..2..3..4..5...oh sh-’ Turning back around he got back onto the road, taking the nearest u-turn and rushing back to the store.

Unbuckling his kids from their carseats he hurried them back into the store, his oldest holding the 2nd borns hand, as he held all 3 of the younger ones in his arms.

He frantically entered the store, almost collapsing with relief when he saw his son sat at the customer service desk with the security guard, eating a lollipop before smiling when he saw his dad come to pick him up.

After giving proof that yes, he was his father, he took all of his kids back home after getting them some ice cream.

...this would be one conversation he was not excited to have with you....

Yahaba Shigeru:

Yahaba and his 2 sons had been hanging out in the living room while you finished making some snacks in the kitchen.

Yahaba had been trying to set up a DVD player, you guys were going to watch some home-videos from your high school days but they were all on CD.

So, after borrowing one from his parents house, he set out to hook it up to the TV.

...Which was proving much more difficult then he first anticipated.

His two boys, Itsuki (6) and Hayato (8) were in there with him, ‘helping’ as they had called it.

Yahaba groaned as he sat back, a hand ruffling through his hair as he racked his brain to think of the problem.

You had finished preparing everything so you came in, with the food, and set it down on the coffee table.

You came up behind your husband, kneeling down behind him and placing your hands on his shoulders.

“How’s it going?” He sighed, leaning back into you.

“Well, I think I know what I need to do, I’m going to have to stick my hand back there though. Hey Hayato, can you help me out buddy?” The 8 year old excitedly nodded.

“Great, I need you to hold this flashlight here, hold it steady okay?” Hayato nodded with a ‘Yup!’ before Yahaba laid down on his side, maneuvering to where he could see the back of the TV.

All had been going well, he had just got it hooked up, and after having you test it, it worked!

He tried to get himself out from behind the TV, until a sharp edge caught his finger.

“Sh!t!” Your eyes widened, “Shigeru!” He hadn’t realized his slip up until he was out from behind the TV, faced directly with your glare.

“Kids, don’t say that.” His youngest blinked at him. “But why?”.

Kneeling down in front of him Yahaba tried to explain, but it was a little hard when you were glaring holes into the back of his head and his oldest was giggling at the situation.

*Iwaizumi Hajime:

It was a weekend in summer vacation, and you and your husband were both off work.

This meant, you guys got a whole day to spend with your 3 boys, and one of the things you guys loved to do as a family was play games.

On this particular afternoon, your sons had chosen to play twister.

You were a little skeptical because you had 3 competitive, rambunctious boys.

And an equally competitive rambunctious husband.

But after getting 4 identical pouts you couldn’t say no...

But, you elected to be the spinner. (..for your own safety)

“Left hand, green.” This put your middlest son in quite the predicament.

The only space available was the Green directly by his fathers hand, meaning he’d have to crawl under Iwaizumi.

“Okay Hajime, right hand, yellow.” Iwaizumi grimaced as he tried to reach it.

This wasn’t good, the mat was slick, his hands were sweating-

“oOf” Before he could catch himself he had completely lost his balance, landing right on his son.

You gasped in horror as you saw the life get squeezed out of your 5 year old, scrambling from where you sat to check on your now pancaked son.

“...Hiro..are you okay..?”

His small head shot up with a “I’m okay!” Before he, albeit wearily, stood up brushing off his godzilla t-shirt before continuing on with his life.

You took a deep breath as you sat back down, flashing a warning look towards your husband who sheepishly smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

And after checking that yes, your son really was okay, you guys continued on with some...safer games.

Futakuchi Kenji:

You had left for a weekend visit to see your parents in your hometown, leaving your husband and Your 3 girls alone.

It was a friday night, so after having a less than healthy dinner, ice cream and a fair amount of other sweets, Futakuchi figured a movie before bed would be a good way to finish off the night.

He scrolled through netflix trying to find a movie he could watch with his girls.

“Daddy, can we watch snow white?!” Futakuchi looked down at his oldest, Hayami, before he shrugged. “Sure.”

He may be a guy, but he was not above watching princess movies if it meant his babies were happy. Besides, it was a disney movie, what bad could be in it!

Everything was going swell, until the witch showed up.

He felt the sick feeling of dread in his stomach as soon as he felt his middlest curl in tight to his side, his youngest hopping off of the couch and climbing into his lap.

...Disney SHOULD have been a safe bet, but with the way his 3 girls were clinging onto him for dear life, he probably should have previewed it first..

That night he put them to bed, reading them a quick story before giving them each a kiss on their forehead and tucking them into bed.

15 minutes.

15 minutes of almost sleep when he heard you guys’ bedroom door creak open, 3 sets of little feet pad over to his side of the bed.

“...daddy..?” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he opened them, brown eyes meeting the teary ones of his 3 children as they stood there. Speaking in as soft of a voice as he could he tried not to sound as tired as he knew he was.

“What is it munchkin?” His daughters all fidgeted where they stood, fiddling with the hems of their princess night gowns as they stood there.

“...We’re scared...can we sleep with you..?” Knowing he wouldn’t be able to get them to sleep like you could, and being incredibly tired himself he moved to the side, opening the covers and making room for all 3 of his princesses.

...This was going to be a long night for him..

Daishou Suguru:

Daishou had been playing outside with his kids, his 2 year old son Kento and his 5 year old daughter Shizuko.

His son was sat on his shoulders, one of Daishou’s hands wrapped firmly around the boys ankles while the other pushed his daughter on the swing.

You had been inside getting dinner ready while they had been outside; smiling fondly at the smiles that were plastered on their faces.

When dinner had finished you walked to the sliding glass door, opening it and calling to them. “Dinners ready! Come inside and wash up so we can eat.” Your daughter and husband replied with ‘okay!’ as you went back to get plates.

Slowing down the swing Daishou brought it to a stop so Skizuko could safely get off.

In all honesty, he was a good dad.

He was very mindful of his children and their surroundings, so they didn’t get hurt too often.

He was also very careful not to accidentally hurt them.

But accidents happen.

Walking to the back door, he, somehow either forgot or the thought didn’t register in his mind that his son was still perched on his shoulders.

He didn’t remember until a loud *whack!* was heard, and his sons cries sounded above him.

..He had tried going inside, through the door, with his son on his shoulders.

Bringing him down from his shoulders he quickly brought him inside to set him down on the counter, you almost screaming when you saw the bruise forming on his little forehead.

“Ah-wha-how- SUGURU! What happened?!”

Groaning Daishou gently put a small ice pack on his sons head, “...He whacked his head on the door frame...” You looked at him, “And how did he do that?”

Daishou sighed as he looked down, grimacing at the purple mark already present on his sons head.

...For the next few nights the couch became a good friend of his.

Numai Kazuma:

Today was your son, Kazuya’s birthday. Today he would be turning 1.

Kazuya was the first, and so far only child you had with your husband of 3 years Kazuma Numai.

You and Numai were still learning how to be parents, and it had been an interesting journey to say the least, but you guys were doing good!

Your relatives and friends had just left, leaving you, Kazuma and your son.

It was pretty late so you started cleaning up in the kitchen and Numai started in the living room.

Kazuya had been pretty fussy, you both figuring he was tired, but when you tried to put him to sleep he wouldn’t even close his eyes.

So, deciding it’d be best to get it out of the way Numai held Kazuya as he was cleaning.

Things had been going just fine before Kazuya had reached out to grab at something on a nearby book shelf, causing the book shelf to start tipping over.

At that moment the only thing going through Numai’s mind was ‘stop the book shelf’, because at the moment, getting his son and him crushed by a bookshelf seemed like a very bad thing.

But what he hadn’t thought of was the fact that reflexively he had used both of his arms to stop said shelf (which didn’t even fall), the same two arms that had been holding his- “WAAAHH”

His eyes snapped down to the BABY he had just let go of, now crying on the floor.

You rushed into the living room, seeing your husband now cradling your still crying son, whispering apologies into his hair as he kissed the top of his head.

“Kazuma what happened?”

He avoided eye contact.

“...Kazuma...” Looking down he spoke.

“...I dropped him...”

...

“...you what?”

#akaashi x reader #washio x reader #konoha x reader #kita x reader #suna x reader #ushijima x reader #yahaba x reader #iwaizumi x reader #futakuchi x reader #daishou x reader #numai x reader #hq headcanons #hq imagines #Haikyuu!!#haikyuufanfiction #haikyu x reader

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