#ahhh i’m just kicking my feet here

[tvrningout]

my sister: don’t get me anything for christmas bc you helped me get a dog

me: okay if you’re sure

me on dec 24, sneaking her gift under the tree:

[drgnflyteabox]

something to remember you by

pairing: soap x fem reader summary: your boyfriend wants some memorabilia of you to take on his deployments. only, he wants his superior officer to take the photos. w.c: 3.7k tags/warnings: dubcon, cucking, mild degradation, oral (m + f, rough), hair pulling, un-negotiated kink, dom!soap, clothed man naked reader, teasing scent kink (m + f), one (1) pussy slap, crying, squirting, unprotected sex, some anxiety, reassurance mid-fuck, overstimulation, some aftercare, abrupt but open ending, reader has some internal shame around sex/kink, reader doesn't rlly like her bf

At first, it’s nothing. Dirty talk, suggestive texts, passing comments while he’s on his second deployment with a hand around his cock and you pretending to be into it.

"Think about it, babe," he’s panting, but it’s less sexy when you can tell he’s deepening his voice on purpose like Christian Bale Batman. "Don’t you wanna give me something to remember you by? While I’m out here fighting for you?"

Corny. So fucking corny. Your feet are kicked up on your coffee table, fuzzy-socked, face schlopped with a cooling gel mask. Quarter past 8 o’clock, and he’s trying to sell you on letting one of his army buddies fuck you and take pictures of you. The absurdity makes you almost laugh.

"…babe?" Oh, shit.

"Yeah honey, I’m here." You’d kind of feel bad, if it weren’t for the ick factor. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him, he was fine, it was just that since he’d joined the army he’d inched closer and closer to picking up a mic and dictating which body counts were okay to women over podcasts. That, and he’s gotten hornier. Kinkier.

Which is fine, really. Only you don't consider yourself adventurous. Sex is like a chore, something to put you to sleep, to relax the muscles. Relationships are quid pro quo - I suck your dick, you make my parents think I’m succeeding in life, deal?

Not to mention, you've never even considered stepping outside of the idea that sex is between committed couples only, sequestered away and hidden in the closet like old clothes.

"So, are you picturing it?" Schlap schlap schlap. He must’ve added lotion. "You can say no obviously, ughnnn, but I know this guy really well. I'd, ahhh fuck, sit in the other room."

"Thanks for being so considerate," you sound dry, but you’re honestly intrigued. Life has been monotonous since graduation, the transition from study to office… rough.

You aren’t adventurous. But you’re so fucking bored.

"Can I see him first?" On the TV in front of you, muted, Matthew Macfayden confesses his love tearfully in the rain. You want to be bewitched, body and soul. To feel something.

"So you’ll do it? Oh, fuck-" Not what I said, you think. His voice goes high, reedy, trembling with his orgasm. "See how fucking hot this makes me? I’ll send a pic, give me a sec."

It’s a group photo. He’s dressed in his uniform, head shaved, standing next to a group of a dozen or so men. Outlined, at the far corner with a group of guys big enough to dwarf a good third of the rest, is a man with building biceps and a smarmy grin and a confident, wide-legged pose. Hips jutted out. Fuck, he’s hot. You can see his bulge through his pants, through the picture, under a heavy tac vest.

"Get in, get in!" the apartment is clean for once. At least, clean without you getting sick of his clutter and playing maid. Did he do it himself to impress his friend? That makes you snort, but he doesn’t catch it, too preoccupied with his phone.

"Um, woah-" you start, taken aback. It looks like a porn set. There’s a plastic sheet on the ground in front of the couch. "I thought this was supposed to be casual?"

"It is, babe," he’s brushing you off, same as he did the few days leading up to this. You’d gone through some minor confidence and judgment crises, anxiety building like a balloon about to pop. All of which he’d brushed off.

It’s all fun and games, babe. Plus he’s done this before, he’s like a pro, showed me some videos - that was something you hadn't agreed to, just some pictures for him to take on deployments.

Still, trepidation makes you sweat, makes your thighs stick to the brown leather couch when you sit and try to sip water. Your socks crinkle the sheet.

You don’t turn when he arrives, still too nervous, knees stuck together and hands slipping on the glass from condensation when they start talking behind you. There’s too many what ifs - all reasons you’d used to avoid hookups in college, all reasons you wanted to break through your shell now.

Plus, you’re sick of hearing "did you finish?"

"This must be her," says an accented voice, gruff and maybe amused, "ye feelin' shy?"

No. You’re just nervous. Exposed. One of the only conditions you'd pushed was no cuck chair, but now you weren't sure how to feel to be left alone with him soon. This man is so big, so imposing.

"Hi," you say smartly. He looks just like his photo, only bigger. Bulging muscles and the same wide stance when he comes to stand in front of you. It’s only because you can’t stand sitting face-to-face with his crotch that you stand and hold your hand out to shake.

"And polite!" Loud. He introduces himself as Johnny, which makes your boyfriend's eyebrows raise. "So cute." he takes the liberty of bypassing your hand and grabbing your waist.

Oh fuck, he runs hot. His hands burn, even through your shirt. You feel self-conscious, plain, looking up at his probing blue eyes. They’re so intense, captivating, distracting you from the feeling of him getting closer and closer, till your tits are pressed to his.

"Hey-"

The moment breaks. Your boyfriend is looking at you both, unreadable expression on his face. Is he regretting this? Feeling emasculated, maybe? Hard to feel much sympathy when you’re the one about to get fucked.

And it was his idea.

"I’m gonna go to the bedroom," his eyes squint, flitting between the both of you before he scurries away, pants tented.

"Now that that's outta the way," Johnny grunts. "C'mere." And sits down with a grunt, pulling you to him.

You try to pivot, to sit next to him, but he's strong and coordinated so you wind up in his lap, back touching the arm of the couch and your legs slung over his, bum on one thigh.

"That's more like it, no?" there's that wolfish grin again, so close. One hand rests on your knee, possessively, while the other wraps around your shoulders and plays with your shirt. "Why don't we introduce ourselves?"

The hand on your knee moves to your face, gripping your cheeks in a grip hard enough to push your lips out into an embarrassing pout. You struggle a little, pulling at his wrist, but he doesn't budge.

He pulls his phone out, aiming the camera at your face, recording a video through a text-app. You can that it's a groupchat, assured by your boyfriend before that it was totally private, babe. This is jut between us.

"Now say hello," he puts his stubbly cheek next to yours, rubbing like a cat. "And introduce yourself."

"H'llo," you struggle through it, muffled by his grip. Your name is almost unintelligible, and your jaw starts to ache a little.

"Say, can I please suck your cock, sir?"

Your stomach tightens, right down to your pussy, which gushes a little into your panties.

"Cn'I please suck your cock, sir?" he's so fucking forward, just jumping in headfirst. The loss of control, your being told what to do, makes your clit jump. Sex has never been like this - you've never been so acquiescing.

"Of course you can, bonnie!" you're almost tossed to the floor, no gentleness as he pulls you toward him by the hair so quickly it almost makes you dizzy. He scoots to the edge of the couch, leaning back against it, and uses that strong arm to rub your face on his bulge. "Get me hard."

He puts his phone on the arm of the couch.

You flounder, hands finding his knees and trying to pull back. He doesn't let you.

"Use your mouth, kiss me," his hand finds a firmer hold on your hair as you start mouthing against him, tasting denim, smelling his musk, letting it get to your head and make you dizzy. "That's right, kitten."

His cock starts to chub under his clothes, and you almost wish you could feel it in your mouth. Oral isn't your favourite, but the way your pussy clenches around nothing and drips into your panties is making you think maybe you were wrong about yourself.

"Up, up," your face is rubbed a little raw by the time you sit up, looking at him. Waiting for instruction. "Everything off, except your panties."

You obey, stripping your shirt and bra and then your shorts. Your nipples tighten in the cool air of the apartment, goosebumps dancing along your arms and your belly. Self-consciousness almost has you reaching to cover yourself, until Johnny grabs you by the shoulders and twists you just enough that you're back to facing his phone.

"Look at these," he grunts in your ear, fingers finding your nipples. Pulling them, pinching them. It's not for you, it's for the camera. You feel like an object, an accessory, secondary to getting the shot of the rough pads of his fingers teasing you into whimpers.

You've never been more turned on.

"Nice, eh?" he pulls them up and out, which hurts, but draws a line of pure electricity from your nipples to your clit. "Whatd'ye think, L.T?" the name doesn't register. Army stuff, you assume.

You're turned back around sharply again to face his actual cock. He's pulled it from his fly, thick and leaking, while you were getting undressed. It's unfair, really, nice and long and curved.

"Ask me again," a statement. A command, phone discarded.

"Please can I suck your cock, sir?" the words make your cheeks burn, your body quiver, your clit jump.

"Ye can," laughter this time, worsening your embarrassment. His hand finds your hair again, pulling you down when you're too slow to touch your lips to the head of his dick. "I'm gonnae fuck your face, alright?"

Without waiting, he lifts his hips up and thrust into your mouth. It's not as deep as it can go, but you almost gag, unprepared. The next thrust is deeper, quicker. He's letting you build up to it, letting your hands rest on his knees for balance.

Your nose touches his pubic hair, inhaling the scent of him. Any attempt at hollowing your cheeks, sucking, licking, is futile. He's so quick that the best you can do is hang on for the ride, keeping your teeth in check.

Drool builds and spills past your lips, making wet sounds compete with his frankly pornographic moaning. He's a man possessed, using you while you squeeze your eyes against overwhelmed tears.

Finally he yanks you off of him by the hair, holding you up while you splutter from the unexpected change. Your hands go to your face, trying to wipe.

"None o'that, now," he bats them away, giving you a shake when you keep trying. "Leave it." like you're a bad dog.

Strings of spit connect your swollen lips to his cock, thin and gooey, that fall to your bare chest when he sits up.

You're turned, stood up and then guided to the couch to sit. Johnny slaps your thighs to get you to open them, lifting your feet for you so that your heels rest on the edge of the couch cushions.

"Awe, look how wet she is," he holds your legs, exposing your wet panties to him and to his phone, where he takes a few pictures. Again, you wonder about the appeal of this for your boyfriend. It's hot for you. Degrading, but hot. Or maybe more hot because of the degradation.

"Oh god," you say out of shock. You've never been so fucking wet in your life, and god forbid he sees how swollen with arousal you are underneath.

"Naw, just me," Johnny says, rubbing his knuckles over your pussy through the fabric. "She all wet and frustrated?"

You don't answer, hands keeping you sat up, chest heaving. You're still a little dizzy.

Johnny licks over your panties, mouthing over them not unlike what you did for him only a few minutes before. It's nothing, really, but you're so worked up that it startles a long, drawn-out moan from you.

He continues like this, never actually making contact with where you need it, with your skin. Every one in a while he turns his head to the side and grins, taking a picture or a videoclip while you tip your head back and resist begging him to just get on with it.

His nose presses on your mound, where he drags it down to your hole and sniffs.

That's what breaks your resolve.

"Please," you whine. Your voice is rough from taking his cock in your throat.

"Please what?" he opens his mouth and puts his teeth on you, not biting, just letting you feel them. Gnawing gently.

"Please do it," you look down at him, and even though he's on his knees you know you aren't the one in control. "Please lick my cunt."

A laugh, mean and condescending. Your eyes close in shame, pussy burning for attention.

"This cunt right here?" he pulls the gusset aside, whistling. "This desperate little cunt?"

"Yes, please," you curl your toes into the couch.

Something shifts in his eyes, some unrecognizable flash. It feels like danger, like you're in over your head. Johnny takes two fingers and rubs them over your clit, slowly at first, and then quickly when he feels how slippery you are.

Somewhere, a volcano erupts and it isn't comparable to the heat or the feeling of your clit finally getting attention. It zings through you, making you squeeze your muscles, taught and trembling.

The pads of his fingers are a rough sensation on your swollen skin, the worlds best vibrator, ribbed for your pleasure. All he does is rub, up and down over your clit, quickly and until your face starts to scrunch together in orgasm, trembling hard.

Then he pulls back and slaps you so hard on your pussy you scream.

You almost come from it, shocked, legs kicking out, skin burning and clit pulsing with desperation, back bowing. You keep making sound after, a long and drawn out aaaaaahhhhh while he grins like the cat that got the cream. Takes another picture, the click of the camera loud in the face of your disappointment.

The intensity of it almost brings you to tears, looking at him with betrayal and vulnerability in your face. You feel weak all of a sudden, cored, devoured, pulled apart as soft as slow cooked meat.

Your panties fall back over your skin, a minor comfort against the sting.

"Poor girl," Johnny says with false sympathy. "Let me make it up to ye."

Then you're up again, pulled and pressed against Johnny's chest until he pulls your underwear down and rearranges you to sit on his lap over his spread legs, yours dangling on either side.

"Gonna bounce ye on my cock, alright?" you nod. "Sit on it."

You lift your hips, using his knees for balance, and he guides the head of his cock to your hole. Stops you from sitting back right away with a hand on your hip, squeezing the soft flesh there, and holding you there.

"They're kissing," he laughs. You feel it, your cunt mouthing at him like a conscious being, separate from you. "Ye think they want tae meet each other?"

"Can I?" you don't fight to keep the whine out of your voice. You want to come, you want this aching and this emptiness to end.

"Can ye what?"

"Sit on your cock, please."

"Well, since ye asked so nicely," and then he notches himself properly again, and forces you down with two hands on your waist. You shout, arching, head thrown back. "Bounce on it now, kitten. Show me how badly ye want to come."

And oh god, you do. You rock forward, shaking at the feeling of him, no technique to guide you just pure intuition, brain and cunt and body as one. Distantly, the sound of the camera registers, but it only makes you move faster.

He spreads your cheeks, exposing where you're connected, putting the camera close to the wet clench of your cunt around his cock and - oh, he's filming it. There's no click, just the wet sounds of you riding him.

"Thas'right," he murmurs lowly, maybe for show. "You wanna come?"

"Yes!" you lean back, then, sweat slicked back sticking to his shirt, forgetting where you are and why you're here. Everything narrows down to your pussy, but you feel compelled to keep your hands off your clit even though you know it would make you come quickly.

You want to listen to him, to wait for permission. The thought is searing heat through your core.

Fingers find your face, slipping into your mouth. Your lips wrap around them, sucking like you would've his cock.

His other hand lifts his phone in front of you both, snapping shots of your unfocused eyes, your tits pushed into the air, his smarmy expression. He hooks his fingers then into your cheek, pulling back like a fishhook.

"Good girl," his lips against your ear, stubble scratching the hot skin of your neck. "I'm gonna fuck you for real now, alright?"

You nod, desperately. He pushes you up and off of him, face down in the cushion. He's still clothed, for gods sake, jeans rubbing against the backs of your thighs when he drags your ass back toward him.

The mushroom head of his cock finds your cunt again, pushing in, driving you nuts. You're moaning helplessly, letting him take your boneless arms to hold them behind you.

He fucks you like a man possessed, in a short strokes, barely leaving the hot clutch of your pussy. The sounds, if they were bad before, are worse now, wet and humiliating.

Every thrust feels like he's slowly inflating a balloon inside you, like something pulling taut, like pressure about to burst.

"Fuck, wait!" you shout and turn your head. The pressure is insane, mixed up with a building orgasm, twined together. He hasn't even touched your clit, and yet you're on the precipice.

Johnny leans down, lips on your ear. He slows, but doesn't stop.

"What is it, bonnie?"

"I have to pee," you'd have mumbled it before, but the feeling is so strong you can't help but whimper and cry. "Please let me up."

"Ye aren't gonna pee," he laughs. "Trust me, just trust me." Then keeps pistoning into you.

You feel like jello, like mush, the only solid part of you is about to burst and somehow it makes you feel real anxiety, dampening your enjoyment.

"Johnny-" you whimper, emotion clogging your voice. You feel vulnerable, held down and bared.

In need of reassurance.

"You're alright," he leans back down and nuzzles your wet cheek. "Ye can let go, kitten, I've got ye."

You gasp, pulsing hard around him, the feeling back again, before you gush around his cock, a spray so intense you cry as it forces him out of you.

"Good. Fucking. Girl!" he slaps your ass once, twice, on both cheeks. Rubs your flank like a horse and then plunges back into you when you finish dripping down your legs.

This is purely selfish, him fucking you hard now, jackrabbiting his hips into yours. You hear the phone again, just barely, as your ears ring.

You're raw from coming without any touch to your clit, a weird limbo between being on-edge and oversensitive.

"Gonna give me another," he's growling now, getting impossibly faster. You actually really cry when he reaches around to twist your clit, thrashing under him, not sure if you want to leap off the couch or crawl right back into him. "Come for me!" he shouts, pulling up the hood of your clit to really get at you, rubbing rough circles around your beleaguered little nub.

The second orgasm melts your brain out of your ears, so long and drawn out that you're still shivering with the aftershocks as he pulls out of you and paints your back with his release.

You pant, arm one arm dangling over the edge of the couch while you the other covers your eyes.

Johnny rubs a hand on your thigh, light and gentle, patting your bum as he stands. You move your arm just enough to squint at him.

His jeans are soaked.

You laugh, uninhibited, delirious. He laughs with you.

"All you, darlin'!" he takes another shot of you, pulls your legs apart and takes a picture of your wet, sore hole.

"Is she good?" ah, your boyfriend. He has his own wet spot on the front of his pants.

"She's good," Johnny confirms. "Ye need to take care of her now, right?"

Something in his voice changes. A different kind of authority to the one he used on you, one reserved for soldiers. For men beneath him. At that thought, your pussy makes a valiant effort to clench.

"Yeah, yeah," you hear. Your boyfriend has his phone out, his cheeks flushed with excitement. "These are great man, thanks."

You start to sit up, still shaking, but not wanting to have him see you that way.

"Man, you weren't kidding!" he goes on. Johnny frowns and steps forward to clap him hard on the back and grab his nape.

"Run a bath, do it now. Ye got granola bars?"

"Uh, yeah. Hold on."

You're touched by his concern, and wind up soaking in warm bubbles after he leaves. You wonder about the photos, about what you look like. If your boyfriend is satisfied, if Johnny is.

If you were good.

Feels like you were, but somethings changed. Johnny found a soft spot knife-deep inside you and dug himself in, made you fly and made sure you were brought back to earth after, tenderized and then wrapped in comfort.

Beneath the water, you touch your pussy. Not to masturbate, just to feel the soft sore flesh, to remember the feeling of fullness.

Maybe, after his deployment, your boyfriend will want more pictures.

Fresh material.

Beneath the water, your finger curls into yourself and you sigh, satisfied.

[moonpetrichors-blog]

AHHH HIHII!! i luv ur work it literally has me twirling my hair and shi, i was wondering if u could write a neteyam x navin reader where the reader is like playing with tuk and neteyam realizes he was in love with reader on the spot the whole time and he could imagine like a future with the reader aswell?? TYSM I LOVE UR WRITING SM

Something About You

Tags: Neteyam x Omaticaya!Reader, Fem!Reader, Fluff, Crush Blush, Longing Look, Tuk is The Best Wingman, Good With Kids

Warnings: None

One afternoon, Neteyam had to watch over his youngest sister. You insisted on accompanying him, and he agreed, not minding the extra help. As you played with Tuk, the thought crossed Neteyam's mind that suddenly, you might just be the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.

EIOEWGHOEH EVERYTIME I SEE ASKS LIKE THIS I START GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET LMAOO 😭😭 this idea is super lovely, and tysm for the support, happy new years btw ♥♥ also if u look at the title, I based it off the eyedress song 🤭 italics are Neteyam’s thoughts btw!!

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Neteyam sighed as he followed you and his sister. His parents had requested him to watch after her today, and you had overheard their chat. You asked Neteyam if you could accompany him because you enjoyed playing with Tuk, and he concurred. He's never been sure what his little sister liked to do, so your assistance was greatly appreciated.

Tuk squeezed your hand as you guided her towards the woods. The sun was shining brilliantly, and the foliage was soaking up the warmth. The trees were golden in hue, and you eventually found a large expanse of grass for you and Tuk to romp in.

Neteyam selected a tree to relax against, and settled comfortably while you and Tuk traveled only a little further away. He looked at you both, laughing and spinning around the woodland.

Neteyam was frightened for a moment and nearly leapt out of his seat when you lifted up Tuk to toss her into the air, but he calmed down when he saw how effortlessly you retrieved her again. He cannot help but be concerned about his siblings' welfare, but he knows you're excellent with children. You'd never do anything that would harm them.

Tuk's laugh resonated through the treetops as she pleaded with you to throw her again. She appeared to be having fun, but you suddenly realized that Neteyam must be bored sitting alone and observing.

You caught Tuk once more and gently lowered her on the grass. “Neteyam, why don’t you come here and play with us?”

He shook his head, and smiled. “I’m okay.”

You shrugged, and continued to play with his little sister.

...

You ultimately grew tired of tossing Tuk into the air, so you devised a brilliant plan.

“Tuk, why don’t I decorate your braids?”

She seemed perplexed for a moment, before you clarified that you were going to pick out some flowers to put in her hair. Her eyes sparkled at the thought, and she, of course, answered yes.

Tuk was seated in your lap as you meticulously ornamented her braids with an assortment of various, colorful flowers you had gathered. Neteyam maintained his gaze from a distance, and he began to grin to himself. He thought to himself that you were wonderful with kids, and his smile only grew even wider when Tuk gazed into her reflection in a nearby waterhole.

She giggled with delight at her enhanced appearance. “Thank you so much Y/N!”

Because she was so adorable, you pinched her cheeks.

Tuk scrunched up her nose, recoiling from the action. “Let me put flowers in your braids too!”

You agreed with a nod and sat down in front of her. You failed to notice Neteyam's intense stare at you as Tuk adorned your tresses with the leftover blossoms. The sunlight cascaded over you so sweetly that you gleamed like a gift from Eywa herself. Neteyam couldn't believe he'd never noted how stunning you were, and the feeling was further accentuated by the flowers in your hair. He massaged his burning cheeks with his palm; was he blushing?

Tuk's amusement at using you as her personal doll unabated, and the one idea orbiting Neteyam's short-circuiting mind, aside from how you looked straight out of his dreams, was how natural you were with children. Would you behave similarly with your children together, too?

Wait, what?

He had to mentally scold himself for thinking such a thing. Even though it felt improper to envisage it with you because you were only a friend, he couldn't peel the gaze of burning desire away from you. His brain begged him to suppress these feelings, but his heart and blazing cheeks revealed a different story.

His heart stopped. When you decided to turn around, you met his eyes that refused to look away. Neteyam sucked in a breath, fearful for a moment that you could see into his thoughts. He released a sigh of relief as you merely cracked a smile towards him, not knowing how he was really staring at you.

Then another terrifying thought had crossed his mind. Had he always liked you?

You veered away from Tuk to catch a glimpse of your reflection in the waterhole as Neteyam battled with himself internally. You clasped your hands together, praising Tuk on her work, and hugged her warmly. She was scooped up again and twirled around.

You sidled up to Neteyam after you had laid Tuk down, scratching the back of your neck. The sunshine from behind your figure seeped into his vision as he stared up at you through his thick lashes. He didn't mind that he could only see you.

You looked at him sheepishly. “How do I look?”

He snapped out of his reverie, and stuttered for a moment before registering that you asked him a question.

“So pretty.”

As you looked straight at him stupidly, he threw his palm over his mouth. You were both matching blushes as you were suddenly feeling blisteringly hot. Tuk giggled from behind you, her eyes narrowed at her brother.

It didn't help that she was whispering 'Neteyam's got a cruushh...'

Damn that child.

You turned around to hear what she said, and out of your peripheral vision, Neteyam lifted his fist at her, mouthing for her to quit speaking. When your gaze met hers you arched an eyebrow, but she had already closed her mouth and remained serious. She cracked an innocent smile at you.

You looked back at Neteyam, and decided that all of a sudden you had very, very important obligations to attend to at that moment.

“Well, I think I should get home now, haha!”

Neteyam stood up abruptly, laughing nervously. He was chanting in his head to speak confidently.

He stuttered instead. “Oh, me too, haha! Me and Tuk should be meeting with our parents again.”

You couldn't stop giggling uncontrollably like idiots, and while you were heading in opposite directions, you unintentionally bonked heads. He groaned in pain as he touched the tender region on his forehead, but apologized profusely when he noticed that you were also afflicted.

You couldn't bear how mortified you were, so you let out a torrent of apologies and hurried out of the woodland as swiftly as you could. You couldn't believe Neteyam had declared you were pretty!

In your wake, you left behind a trail of flowers. Neteyam discreetly grabbed and pocketed one. You know, for safekeeping.

There was just something about you.

[harrysfolklore]

idk if you’re still taking requests but you should do actress!yn who’s been a long time fan of harry since 1d and a fellow solo harrie and they’re the stars of this movie (maybe a romcom 🤔) and then y/n is so nervous around harry and he teases her?? then they realize they have so much in common and it’s just fluff everywhere 🥲

this is honestly one of my favorite blurbs i’ve ever done and i hope you love it as much as i do! enjoy and thank youuu for the request

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harryfan2 harry what are you doing here

TWITTER

TEXT BETWEEN HARRY AND YN

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yourinstagram first day of filming check !! hiyaaaa costar ⭐️ @harrystyles

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harryfan1 ITS GETTING REAL

ynfan2 imagine going from one direction dan to harry’s co star

harrystyles Hiiiiiiii x

↳ harryfan2 he was giggling and kicking his feet while typing this

↳ ynfan3 they’re in love

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harrystyles Which Brings Me to You. Coming Soon.

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ynfan1 WHY DID HE CHOOSE THIS PIC

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alessando_michele 🍒🤍

harryfan3 those saying that they’re dating don’t know what a work relationship and friendship is

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ynfan2 i soooo ship this

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harryupdates Harry and YN on set of Which Brings Me to You!

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harrystyles Which Brings Me to You World Premiere. October, 2023.

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[razorblade180]

Jaune:Hey Rubes? Have you seen-

Ruby:*wobbling in heels*…Yo.

Jaune:Y-Yo. What’s going on here?

Ruby:I’m conquering my enemy. I beat Salem; high heels are nothing to me! *walking slowly*

Jaune:High heels weren’t attacking society. What’s with the dire intensity.

Ruby:I’m not gonna look stupid at my own wedding.

Jaune:You’re wearing heels.

Ruby:Yep! You’re tall, my dress is long, and despite all odds Weiss has a point about these making your butt look nicer.

Jaune:You don’t have to force it. I already like your butt.

Ruby:Pfft- stop! I can’t laugh and concentrate at the same ti- ahhh!

The poor lady trips over her own feet, falling forward and being caught by Jaune.

Ruby:Should’ve let me face plant. Pain helps me learn.

Jaune:Walking in heels means nothing if you have a broken nose for our wedding. Honestly…it would be a brand. *plays with her hair*

Ruby:Hey!

Jaune:Haven’t seen it this long since heading to Mistral. Growing it out?

Ruby:Perhaps! It’s actually growing faster than I expected. I might have to trim it a bit before it gets too long for the big day.

Jaune:No offense, but I never took you as the type to have fantasized about their wedding day growing up.

Ruby:Because I didn’t. I was thinking about how to improve slingshots and wildling sticks into toy swords.

Jaune:Man I wish any of my sisters were that cool when I was a kid. What’s changed? The girl I traveled with was looking at flame capes.

Ruby:She’s still right here! It’s just… *red* When my boyfriend said he loved me for the first time, I started thinking about after the battles end.

Jaune:…Can I propose to you again?

Ruby:You already know my answer, dork. *kisses cheek* I know I don’t have to wear heels. Hell, I could probably show up in a combat skirt and everyone would find it normal. But I dunno…even I imagine looking like a dream on my big day. I’m actually a little excited to get all dolled up. Is that weird?

Jaune:It might be the most normal thing in the world. Saph is no girlie girl but even she wanted to wear a nice puffy dress like a princess.

Ruby:Like if there’s one day I’m going to attempt to be the prettiest I’ve ever been, it’s gonna be my wedding! And Weiss is all for it. Still, *raises foot* the first step is kicking my ass.

Jaune:You’ve wrestled down a Beowulf. I believe in you Rubes. Though you might want to put cushions down.

Ruby:Hehe, yeah. *squints* Hey, my dear fiancé. If memory serves right, you know how to dance in a dress.

Jaune:I was in sneakers.

Ruby:But do you know how to wear heels?

Jaune:….Let me buy a pair.

Ruby:Ha! Say what you want about your sisters, I’m reaping the benefits!

[neilperryismine]

dps rewatch thoughts: part 2

(just my random + film student thoughts)

“…and not when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.” *silence*

“Meeks put your coat down. Picnic blanket. Right here.” “Yes, sir.”

“Wait a minute, who gave us half a roll!” “*mumbled* I’m eating the other half” “come on” “you want me to put it back?”

I love Meeks and Pitts

TODDS SO CUTE CLAPPING HIS HANDS😆

THEYRE DANCING

the cave meeting ends - bell (at midnight)

“Mr anderson are you a man or an amoeba” 😟

HOPKINS THATS HIS NAME

“Don’t believe me, come see for yourself” neil and charlie jump out of their seats and go up first without hesitation. the others wait and Meeks looks at them, hesitating. 👬

They get on the desk first, and while charlie looks around and admires the view, neil looks forward and then jumps straight down. He looked at the world from a different perspective, but only one.

RADIO FREE AMERICA🗣️🗣️🗣️

Stick fencing!!!!

LETS HAVE A PARTY WOOO LETS HAVE A PARTY👯‍♀️

unhappy anderperry…

“You look as stirred up as a cesspool”

“I appreciate this concern…”🧐

“I can take care of myself just fine” “no.” so you want to care of him??!!!!!

“what do you mean ‘no’?” “no❤️😊”

“we are dreaming…poetry…I’m being chased by WALT WITMAN”😊

Meeks during football/poetry: 😶🤓

“Charlie I got the part! I’m going to play puck!”

“Nyah!”❤️

Neil’s happy stims😊

“I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world. W. W.”

“Truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.“ wow.

Neil: 😍

TODD JUMPS INTO NEILS ARMS

NEIL HAPPY JUMPING

Knox falls over twice🤦🏼‍♀️

“That-a-boy pittsie. Inhale. Deeply.” 💀

“Your parents collect pipes? Oh! That’s really interesting!”

“Duh it’s a lamp Meeks!”

“This is the god of the cave” *looks and smiles at todd*

“Poetrusic by Charles Dalton”

“Laughing, crying, tumbling, mumbling. Gotta do more. Gotta be more. Chaos screaming. Chaos dreaming. Gotta do more. Gotta be more.

“The saxophone is more…sonorous.”

“If I don’t have chris I’m gonna k*ll myself” *cut to neil*😭

“Knoxious you gotta calm down”

CHARLIES BERET

“Carpe diem…even if it k*lls me” KNOX😭

NEIL AND TODD EYE CONTACT AND LAUGH AHHH (AND MEEKS NOTICES)

Todd’s hair💀

Scarf flip😭

“Exercising the right not to walk” - Charlie’s ahead of the others.

“It’s your birthday, happy birthday!”

“It’s rather aerodynamic isn’t it”

“Oh my!”

I LOVE THE DESK SET SCENE

THE POETS IN THE CAVE SCENE:🧍‍♂️😳 no one can tell me they’re straight after that

Pitts hits his head again

The whole film is getting darker

Uh oh…the party scene

ANDERPERRY GLANCES👀

“Me and Pitts are working on a hi-fi system” “I might be going to Yale…uh but I might not”

Charlie is so enjoying watching the awkwardness of them trying to interact with Gloria and Tina

“I published an article in the school paper in the name of the dead poets. Demanding girls be admitted to Welton. So we can all stop beating off.” WHAT

“Alright but you still shouldn’t have done it CHARLIE” woah angsty neil

Neil staring at todd and then pretending he wasn’t!!!!

Meeks jumper alert!!

“Sucking the marrow out of live doesn’t mean chocking on the bone.”

Stick talking spotted!!

[gojo-enthusiast]

Jealous Ass Bitch ~ Toji Fushiguro One Shot

Master List <3

Word count: 800

Slight smut, 18+, MDI, Fluff, vulgar Toji bc when is he not, strong language.

“Fuccckkk I am in the worst fucking mood EVER!” You huff out, slamming the front door, kicking your shoes off. “Wow doll, what’s up with the language?” The big broad, vulgar speaking boyfriend of yours asks, with a lifted brow. “Says the one with the most foul language known to man.” You roll your eyes, plopping on the couch. Usually when you come home, even after a long day, you give your boyfriend Toji a kiss, and instantly lay with him on the couch, before you both go and take a shower to wash off the day.

Your boyfriend was a gangster, of course he would never tell you that. But the wounds on his knuckles and the way he came home with stitches on his arm told you otherwise.

“Hey, whatcha sittin’ so far away for?” He says, standing up, to walk over to you. “I’m not in the mood today.” You sigh. “What’s wrong big baby?” He teases, sitting down on the ground, grabbing your feet. You instantly try to pull them away saying— “No Toji, I’m sure they smell. I’ve been working all day.” You pout. “I have fucked ya on ya period, I’m not worried about stinky feet.” He chuckles, grabbing your feet, and starts massaging them. “So what happened pretty princess.” He looks up with those forest green eyes. You finally begin to tell him. You told him how the girl who works under you was calling you a liar, saying that Toji wasn’t really your boyfriend, you had never brought him by the office, so everyone thought he was someone you just said was your boyfriend so people would be off your back about marriage and stuff. You go on, telling him how you showed a picture to the girl, and she said he was to good looking for you, that she doubts that’s even your boyfriend. It ended up with you calling her a bitch, and telling her to quit being a “jealous ass bitch.” Which ended up getting you written up. Of course your boss understood your POV, but he said, “you just can’t call people a jealous ass bitch. It simply is unprofessional and disrespectful.”

“Sounds like a bitch.” Toji says, agreeing with you. “Yeah! That’s what I’m saying! Ugh! I mean I know I’m not the hottest, but I do deserve you.” You sigh, “hey Doll, of course you do. it’s me who doesn’t deserve you. You’re the hottest girl I’ve seen, and with the tightest pussy I’ve had.” He winks— “Ahhh Toji you’re so gross!” You laugh, he starts tickling your feet, moving up your legs, to your face, kissing you. “My pretty little girl.” He smiles. “Should I come by your job and fuck you right in front of her?” He smirks, “Toji! You’re so vulgar!” You laugh.

Well 3 days later, your gorgeous raven haired boyfriend does show up to your job, your favorite flowers in his hand, a bouquet, and a paper bag in his other. “Hey doll.” He says, leaning in kissing you. “To- what are you doing here?” You say chuckling to yourself. “I can’t bring my princess flowers and a gift?” He questions, “of course you can.” You smile.

“Hello! I’m Marie, you must be Toji! I didn’t know y/n had such a lovely looking friend.” The jealous ass bitch says. “Friend? I wouldn’t say the woman I fuck daily is my friend. I’d probably say my wife though.” He says with a smirk. “Oh— I didn’t know you were married Miss. Y/N!” She chuckles. “I’m not yet-“ you start to say, “Will be soon, ready to put a baby in this fine ass woman.” He smirks, kissing your lips and gripping your ass. “Just came by to show you that I’m very much real.” He whispers to the young girl.

“Princess I put some of your favorite snacks in the bag, and a little something to change into before you walk in the door tonight. You better be ready.” He says low enough for you to hear, but loud enough for Marie to hear. “Oh—“ your breathe hitches,

“I’ll see ya later sweet cheeks.” He smooches your cheek, “I’ll see ya later jealous ass bitch.” He smirks at Marie. She had her mouth wide open, covering her mouth and face in embarrassment. She sits at her desk, and for the rest of her time there she doesn’t mutter a word to you.

“Y/n HR wants to speak with you.” Your boss says at the end of the day. “no they don’t, because I fucking quit.” You say, slipping out the chair, grabbing your stuff, and going home to the man who’s about to help you celebrate your departure from the dead end job he’s been telling you to quit for months.

[dollfaceksj]

AHHH i can’t wait for #20!! will we get to see the date?

read and find out! <3

sooo since it’s my bday today (jk bday twin 🤭😋) this is a little rushed and very short! but i still wanted to update so i hope u guys like it <3

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #20

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you didn’t exactly speak to jungkook again for the rest of the train ride

and you kinda also didn’t remove him as a follower

🫨🫨🫨

so now you’re just. alone

in a booth

listening to music

doesn’t matter tbh

when you’ve arrived, you hop out the carriage

you separate from the others

and go home without another word

upon arriving home, you take the longest bath you’ve ever had

exfoliate

wax

take care of your skin

just everything

you put on your cute pajamas and crawl into your bed

and waste your entire day lying in bed

you get a text

from: tae tae

‘What you up to?’

from: you

‘nothing. watching tv alone’

from: tae tae

‘I’m bored. Can I come over’

from: you

‘sure’

you sit up straight in your bed and rub your eyes

hmm

tae doesn’t live that far so

he’ll be here soon

you make your couch a bit cozier with blankets and place some snacks on your table

after some time passes

your doorbell rings

you make your way to the front door and swing it open

“you need some more friends, taehyung,” you say as you put some of your shoes away to leave space for his

“i agree, he should.”

?

you look up

from your kneeling position

to make eye contact

with the devil himself

he stares you down from up there with hooded eyes

“where’s taehyung?”

he shrugs his shoulders. “i took his phone to text you. i know you would ignore me if i tried to dm you.”

he’s unbelievable

“why are you here?” you ask as you rise to your feet

he tilts his head to the side. “i still owe you.”

you frown

what does this damn junior want?

he needs!! to leave!! you alone!!

“and what exactly do you owe me?”

“an orgasm.”

the air knocks right out of your lungs

you shake your head. “i already told you. it was the last time.”

“i know but technically, you didn’t finish.”

UGH

you hate him.

you hate him.

you sigh quietly. “that’s okay. i don’t mind.”

“i do.”

for fucks sakeeeee

“you gonna let me make you cum? one last time?”

he closes the distance between you two, staring down at you with a neutral expression on his face

he’s not trying to convince you

it just seems like he actually takes this ‘favor’ seriously

“jungkook,” you sigh

“i swear i won’t bother you anymore.”

ugh

and now you’re reminded of everything tae told you

you wrap your fingers around his forearm and gently tug him further into your apartment

you quietly close the door. “you’re not bothering me, jungkook.”

he just stares at you, letting you speak

“but weren’t you supposed to hang with isabella today?”

a smirk creeps on his lips. “keeping tabs on my life?”

you scoff, “you wish. i just overheard you two talking.”

he hums as he kicks his shoes off and walks further into your apartment

DAMN JUNIOR

“so. you prepared this for me?” he nods towards the cozy couch and snacks on the table, picking one can of pringles up

“i prepared it for taehyung.” you snatch the pringles can out of his hands

he chuckles. “well, you put in all this effort. it’d be a shame if it went to waste.” he turns to face you fully

you look up at him and cross your arms

his eyes drop down your pajamas, taking note of your cute pajama set and fuzzy socks.

he quietly mumbles, “cute,” with a small smile.

your cheeks heat up and you turn away from him, heading towards the couch

“well, i guess you’re right but only because i don’t want my efforts to go to waste.” you plop down and sit down with your legs criss cross apple sauce

he takes his sweater off, revealing his plain black shirt as he goes to sit down next to you

you reach for the remote and start going through the available movies

he sinks comfortably into your couch, draping one arm behind your head on the backrest of the couch

you ask him if he’s seen some of these and he tells you that he’s actually not a big movie fan and prefers shows

preferably mystery and/or thriller

you nod your head, agreeing with what he’s saying

so you both agree on watching sherlock

and you have a lot of fun

watching it with him

:(

2 hours into the marathon

you glance over at jungkook

and

:(

he’s dozing off :(

you don’t know why

but it makes you feel some type of way

like

did he use the excuse of having sex to come here? just to hang out with you?

:(

ah

you just

start feeling guilty

you move closer to him and shake his arm

he quickly blinks and awakes, looking around. “oh, i’m sorry. didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

you shake your head. “it’s okay.”

he slowly sits up and stretches his arms. “so have you thought about it?”

you frown as you glance at him, pausing the show with one hand on the remote. “what?”

“letting me make you cum.”

….

you ask, “you’re serious about that?”

he nods his head like you just asked him about the weather and he knows the answers

“you don’t have to do that. if you wanted to get your dick wet, you should’ve let isabella come over. why come to me?”

at this, he frowns. like he’s genuinely confused

“because we didn’t get to finish last time. why are you bringing up isabella?” his frown almost stings you

you try to appear nonchalant and casual. “because it seems like she’s down for whatever. or not?”

he chuckles but there’s no humor behind it. “are you jealous?”

“now, why the fuck would i be jealous, jungkook?” you rise to your feet and gather the empty cartons and cans of snacks and drinks

“i don’t know, pretty. you just sound kinda jealous.”

you hear the smugness in his voice even when you’re all the way in the kitchen, throwing out the plastic and cartons

“don’t call me that,” you mumble as you start folding one of the blankets

he gets up and closes the gap between you, pressing his chest into your back

“what? you don’t like being called pretty?” he jokes, pestering you as he stays glued to your body with each move you make

he adds, “you definitely loved it when you were getting fucked, though.”

UGHHHH

can he just

GET LOST!!!!

the longer he’s here

the more your resolve crumbles

the longer you’re in his proximity

the more you want to take him up on his offer

you want to help him

you do

like tae said

but

is it worth it when it makes everything worse for you?

you can’t fucking stop thinking about him

and your body heats up whenever he’s near

you turn to face him. “you,” you start, “you’re not good for me.”

his expression falters. “what do you mean?”

you shrug your shoulders. “you’re like poison, jungkook. i don’t know what’s going on.”

he stares at you dumbfounded. “i’m so confused.”

“ugh!” you throw the blanket on your couch. “i spend one– ONE night with you in a tent, next thing i know, i’m having sex with you in the back of someone else’s car and letting you fuck me in a dirty tent while our friends are asleep.”

you swallow thickly before you mumble under your breath, “a guy like you should wear a warning.”

he silently stares at you for a moment before he crosses his arms over his chest. “well, i do. you’re the one that started coming onto me after tae warned you.”

you almost choke on air cause he’s right. “that has nothing to do with this.”

your body is starting to heat up

his serious expression…

hes so fucking hot wow

he steps even closer to you. “it has everything to do with it. just admit that you wanted me and stop acting like i did something underhanded so that i could fuck you. you know damn well you wanted me to fuck you as bad as i wanted to fuck you.”

a lump starts forming in your throat

he has you all figured out

but he’s not finished. “so quit acting like the bigger person.”

fuck

fuck fuckfuck

fuck you want him

you want him so bad

he adds, “you keep pouting at me like that and i’ll have no choice but to kiss you.”

fuck

the words leave your mouth without you even realizing. “then kiss me already.”

fuck

why did YOU

SAY THAT

he wastes no time lunging at you, cupping your face as he kisses you with so much fervor it sets your body ablaze

you let him walk you back to the couch before he sits down and pulls you onto his lap

you don’t hesitate for a second when you climb onto his lap

kissing him with equal amounts of fervor

tongues forcing their way into each others mouths

the not-so-innocent grinding

soft moaning

heavy breathing

fuck, you want him

you need him

his hands grip your hips, fingers draping over the swell of your ass

the more you grind your hips into him, the harsher his grip on your hips

until he starts spanking you

making you moan into his mouth

fuck he’s making it so hard for you to be the better person

is one last time really that bad?

but.. will it really be the last time if you don’t put a stop to it now?

you know if you accept, you’ll always just fall straight into his trap

and ‘a last time’ will never really be a last time

declining right now would help him in the long run, you could build that bond with jungkook that tae was talking about

so what will it be

toxic frenemies with benefits (ACCEPT)

or

healthy friendship and no more lying to tae (DECLINE)

to be continued

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[deityoftherain]

This post is pertaining to the hide and seek challenge Scott (Smajor/dangthatsalongname), Shelby (Shubble), Gem (GeminiTay), Lizzie (LDShadowLady), and Jimmy (SolidarityGaming) did very recently.

I am going to take a deep breath, put a few eeeees out in the universe (not to anyone in particular; just for me to not continue spam texting my friend who doesn’t care) in a very calm and collected manner, take another deep breath, and try to maybe go to bed.

Scott, sir, you are insane both at seeking and hiding. You scare me sometimes but it’s okay because it��s in the best way and I admire you for it. You’re so cool <3

Shelby, you’re a psychopath but also in the best way! How did you possibly make something so cute and tiny and still have so many hiding spots! I was giggling the whole time and I loved seeing the Shrub skin again! :D

Gem, the gradients on those roofs and all those details of the interior? Ughhh! Wonderful! Also love the little comments. So fun ^^

Also Shelby and Gem making in the closet jokes in Scott’s video is just the epitome of queer friendships and I am so normal about it mhm yep

Lizzie, you’re unhinged (/pos) but the style of hide and seek you did was so much fun and the hiding spot was 10/10! Sardines (that version of hide and seek I learned) can be so chaotic and so much fun so I got so excited when they started finding you and going quiet. I very much enjoyed :3

Jimmy, I’m so proud of you oh my god! Your building has come so far- I feel like a parent watching my child progress even though I am younger than you and also do not play Minecraft myself. Ahhh good job :,D

See! Very calm

…

why are you still here

…

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I AM SO SO SANE ABOUT THEM OMG HEBEUDHDHDBDHDBDHDBDHDBDHDBDHDBDHDB GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET ROLLING ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING

uh anyway-

You saw nothing :D

[faela404]

Hello, I saw that you are open for some requests. May I request some platonic drabble for Dazai, in a story where Dazai and reader taking care of a stray kitten, reader is Dazai younger sibling

That is all, thank you and I hope you have a lovely day 💖

ahhh this is such a cute idea omg-

dazai x gn! sibling! reader (platonic !)

☆ light & love ☆

☆ during his time in the port mafia, dazai had never really been apart of your life. i mean sure you knew your brother existed, you had spent some time together but, since joining the port mafia you had barely seen him.

☆ recently however, dazai had been reaching out, something to do with a ‘new job’. it was weird to see your older brother after so long but it wasn’t unwelcome.

☆ over the course of a few weeks dazai and you had become a lot closer, similarly to how you were as children but, it was clear he had changed. you may not be as close as you used too but, you could still tell when he was hiding behind his fake joy.

“y/nnnnn! look! i got you and i some of the finest coffee this cafe has to offer” the taller man offered a smile to you before placing the cup of steaming coffee infront of you.

“did you actually pay for this osamu? or did you steal your coworker’s card again?” you asked inquisitively, raising an eyebrow towards your ‘dear’ brother.

he let out a loud gasp at the notion. he always did have such a flair for the dramatic huh?

“how dare you assume i would do such a thing” he raised a hand to his chest in mock offence, “this is an outrage, my own sibling, my own flesh and blood, doesn’t believe i’d do something so nice for them” he stared up at you, “just for that, you’re paying next time”

“…”

“so you did take his card then, yeah?”

☆ while you and dazai had definitely become closer, you didn’t trust eachother fully.

☆ however, that all changed one stormy night.

☆ you had never enjoyed walking down the streets of yokohama, after all this city was extremely dangerous, especially at night

☆ that’s when you heard it.

☆ a soft ‘pitter’ ‘patter’ behind you, at first you thought it was the rain until, you felt a small prickly feeling across your legs

☆ there, by your feet, stood the cutest, smallest little kitten you’d ever seen.

☆ her fur was soaked from all the rain and her little eyes were big and rounded as they stared right up at you, almost begging

☆ how could you refuse?

☆ carefully you scooped up the seemingly stray kitten and began towards your apartment until you remembered..

☆ your landlord doesn’t allow pets-

☆ you’d be kicked out in an instant if he ever saw the little guy

☆ you couldn’t just leave her here, i mean she could get hurt really bad or get sick from the cold, it’d be cruel! but, you had no where to take her-

☆ now wait a damn minute. didn’t dazai say his neighbours dog had been ‘screaming bloody murder all fucking night’? if his neighbour had a loud dog, then..

☆ his building allows pets!!

☆ but, would he even want to help you with this? i mean he is the one who lives there, he might not want a kitten running around

☆ it was too late now though, the poor baby was gonna get a cold and you were already on your way to his apartment building

☆ if only you knew what you was getting yourself into..

“‘SAMU! NO! SHE CANT EAT THAT!” you had said that line atleast 80 times in this past week. osamu had been more than happy to help you out with your new little friend, turns out your ex-mafiaso brother had a big soft spot for cats. how purrfect!

(i’m sorry, i couldn’t resist🥲)

that night, ‘samu and you had bathed and dried that little kitten along with feeding her until she passed out on osamu’s futon.

you had then proceeded to spend the next 2 hours arguing about what to call her and trying to convince ‘samu that “suicide”, “poison” & “noose” were not appropriate names for a kitten.

☆ you had never felt so happy before

☆ you had your brother back, even if you refused to admit it, you had missed him tremendously

☆ your trust in eachother had strengthened over the years as you two continued to take care of your little kitten

☆ dazai still housed her in his apartment but pretty soon you’d move to his building to be closer to her (and your brother but, you’d never admit that to him)

☆ ya’ll had become a happy little family

☆ you, dazai and himari

a/n ! - this was adorable omgnskskwkodow, thank you so much for the request this was a lot of fun to write! it was just what i needed after my test so yk-

also from what i found (on google lol) himari means sun or light and love (hence the name of the story) i just thought it was cute considering how dazai doesn’t really think he’s truly deserving of love and how light/ the sun is usually related to good and kind people which dazai would definitely not see himself as (cause he isnt #dazaislander) - anyway i just wanted to add that cause i thought is was cute!

[celestie0]

First time asker but long time reader 😭 I’m sorry that you got that shitty ask. It’s such a weird fucking thing to ask someone “hey when are you making these two fuck?��� like… does that not feel weird to type out?

The gojo x reader tag has at least 5 explicit smut fics minimum daily, go read through those if you genuinely need sex in everything you read (it’s time to reflect on the porn addiction you have).

Regardless, I’ve been reading your fics on Ao3 and I absolutely LOVE the banter between gojo and reader 😭 it flows so fucking well I can feel the chemistry radiating from my screen. When I first started reading IHM, I was also an ancient hag like reader (29) so I found myself able to really relate to her. Usually when I envision Y/N, it’s a random person in their place but with this fic specifically idk why I lowkey insert myself? Everything she does, I would probably do the same and it makes me nervous (in a good way) that I’m gonna get attached to gojo and y/n’s relationship 😭

I absolutely love how gojo provides the security Y/N so desperately needs in the span of the fic. She has been suffocating on her own for so long that he just provides some fresh air. Dare I say meant to be?

The domesticity is everything and I like how we’re learning more about him alongside Y/N. So far we’ve seen just how supportive gojo has been and I’m excited to see how y/n comes through for him because my spidey senses (and your amazing writing) shows me that he has some baggage and it might resurface soon.

The build up to them realizing they love each other is making me giggle and kick my feet. I will happily eat whatever you feed us, thank you for sharing your writing with us. You absolutely have a talent for writing and fleshing out characters/relationships.

I appreciate you and will do my best to support you vocally from here on out 🥹 have a great week pls!

hi my love!! first of all thank you SO much for this supportive message, i srs teared up when i read it 😭 idk if that’s embarrassing to admit lololdjfsdfh but yea omg yesterday was rough so i can’t tell u how much it means to me

i agree on the porn addict thing omg like i love smut as much as the next person, but likeee to go into an author inbox after they just posted a 14k chap of their fic n say “are we gonna get smut soon?” like 💀 that’s sortaaaaa. i’m getting porn addiction vibes

aaaaaaaa i’m so happy you’re enjoying the banter in ihm :’’) and that you’re able to see yourself in reader’s shoes!! that’s such a wonderful thing n one of the aims of my writing ♥️ ♥️ also pls 29 is not ancient hag oml i mean there will be lots of rhetoric in ihm where reader thinks she’s old but like ultimately i want the message of the series to be that it’s never too late to start over and find happiness & joy :) i think that really applies to everything and everyone. and ahhh yes there will be some pretty angst stuffs BUT there will be happy ending <33

yes ihm gojo def got some baggage 😂😂 i need my men like that LOL. but thank you so much for being excited to see how reader comes through for him as well!! i know she’s going through a lot on her own, and that can sometimes cause her to neglect the things outside of her…but i think she has capacity to really be there for him too

oh my dear i really am so lucky to have you as a long time reader and i’m so grateful to hear your thoughts, but also please send them whenever you want to and without pressure <33 i will eat it tf up if/when you do but yea xD never feel burdened to! you have a wonderful week as well omg imma eat u fr

[cybrsan]

Ahhh congrats on your 100!!! I love your prompt options, can you plz do yunho with 1, 14, 36

Thank you so much! Since you didn't specify what genre, I avoided writing smut just in case.

Prompts:  1. “Come over here and make me.” + 14. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.” + 36. “You were put on this earth to give me a headache.”  Pairing: Roommate!Yunho x F!Reader Genre: Angst, Fluff Word Count: <1kTags/warnings: Alcohol usage, hidden feelings, somewhat controlling behavior

Requests are currently closed, but my masterlist can be found here.

“Jeong Yunho, give me my phone back right now, or I am going to end you.”

“Come over here and make me,” he teases, letting the device hang haphazardly between his thumb and index finger as he dangles it over the sink that is currently filled with dirty dishes and soapy water. 

You lunge at him and he immediately reacts, holding the phone high over his head and out of your reach. He laughs at you as you try to grab it from him, knowing that your attempts are useless. Not only are you unsteady on your feet from the alcohol, but he has a good few inches on you already. After a few tries, you decide to stop and save the rest of your dignity while you still can.

With an exasperated groan, you take a seat at one of the kitchen barstools, resigning yourself to simply glaring at him until he gives it back or until he erupts into a fiery blaze. Whatever happens first.

“You’re an asshole,” you chide. “I swear, you were put on this earth to give me a headache.” 

He slides your phone into the small space between the cabinets and the ceiling, and you cringe, thinking of all the dust that’s probably up there. Maybe you’ll make him clean it as revenge. He sits next to you, and, petty as you are, you move down a stool so that there is space between you. 

“I’m an asshole for not letting you text your ex? I feel like that’s unfair.” 

You narrow your eyes at him. “I’m going to kick you out.”

“And pay the rent all on your own? Doubt it.”

“You know, you really need to stop hanging out with Wooyoung so much. His brattiness is rubbing off on you.”

Yunho laughs, throwing his head back. “He’s gonna love to hear that.” 

Your conversation tapers off, Yunho getting himself a snack from one of the cupboards while you play absentmindedly with your half-drunk glass of rum and coke. The silence starts to grate at your nerves and, steeling yourself, you down the rest of your drink and get up to put on your coat. 

Yunho eyes you suspiciously. “And where are you going?” 

“Hyunjin’s house. Since someone won’t let me text him.”

“Woah,” he gets up, moving toward you. “I really don’t think that’s a good idea. Look, I’ll give you your phone back, but just wait until you’re sober, okay?” 

“Nice try,” you huff, turning around to leave.

He grabs your wrist, his grip gentle but still firm enough to prevent you from moving. “Y/N, you aren’t thinking straight. He broke your heart, remember?” 

The reminder makes you bristle, and you choose to ignore it. “Yunho, you can’t stop me.”

“I think I can,” he says, moving to stand in front of the door. “Take off your coat.”

“What?”

He raises an eyebrow. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

You gape at him, shocked by his audacity. Yet, as much as you don’t want to listen to him, there is something about his aura that makes you hesitant to argue. So, for the second time tonight, you give in to him, harrumphing as you take off your coat and throw it directly at his face.

“Fine, you win. I’ll stay locked in the apartment forever, resorting to carrier pigeons and smoke signals as my only means of communicating with the outside world!”

You flop onto the couch dramatically, and Yunho rolls his eyes as he hangs your coat up for you. “You’ll thank me in the morning.”

“Doubt it.” Next thing you know, Yunho is in front of you, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You screech, flailing in his grasp. “What the hell do you think you are doing?!”

“Putting you to bed.”

“Well, I’m flattered, but I’m really not into the whole super dominant thing.”

He ignores your snide comment, gently placing you into your bed and tucking you in so that the blanket forms a cacoon around you. You grumpily snuggle deeper into your mattress, and he chuckles. “You’re cute when you’re angry.”

“Am not.”

“Are too—even when you attempt to cause me bodily harm. Now get some rest.”

“Wait,” you say, stopping him from leaving. “Can I ask you something?”

He sits next to you and nods. “Yeah, go ahead.” 

“Why do you care so much? About me not reaching out to Hyunjin, I mean.”

“You really have to ask?” When you don’t answer, he continues, “He hurt you, Y/N. I watched, unable to do anything to help, as it took you weeks to get over him. I don’t want to see that happen again. I care about you too much to stand idly by this time.”

You light up a bit at his words. “Yeah? You really mean that?”

He smiles at you, eyes crinkling, and says, “Of course.” Then, leaning down, he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry for stealing your phone earlier. Maybe I was a little drunk, too. I’ll charge it for you.”

“It’s okay. Thank you, Yunho. For looking out for me.”

“Always. Sleep tight, okay?” 

He stands up and turns off your light, and it doesn’t take long for you to fall into a dreamless slumber. When you wake, your phone is at your bedside table, along with a glass of water, some aspirin, and a handwritten note.

Please don’t go back to him. Let me treat you better.

[doctorgerth]

a/n: Ngl, this piece had me kicking my feet ahhh I’m down so bad for Smoker 🥰 He’s such a grumpy gus when he’s in love <3 Not sure if I really captured Smoker/Tashigi’s relationship well here, my apologies! Read to find out if Smoker gets a lil lip action or not! 😉💕

pairing: Smoker x GN!Reader

word count: 1.6k

candy heart prompt: Miss You — Missing the Other

SMOKER + MISS YOU

You’d been away on your mission for a few days now and Smoker wasn’t handling it well.

The Marines were uneasy, sensing their Commander’s own unease taking over the entirety of the base like a thick fog. Most avoided his presence unless directly commanded by him as they noticed he was grumpier than usual, enforcing mundane tasks out of frustration and rebuking his subordinates for even the tiniest of mistakes. One person was able to place Smoker’s discontent, and she only gently teased him about it.

“It seems a little gloomy without (Y/N) around. Don’t you agree, sir?” Tashigi spoke up in the quiet office as she organized a drawer in one of the filing cabinets.

He only grunted, not even bothering to look up as he continued scanning documents, scribbling notes, and signing his name. Tashigi spent a lot of time organizing papers that could keep her superior distracted enough to lessen his fussing at Marines undeserving. He preferred seclusion anyhow, that much she understood. What she failed to understand was that she was encroaching on said seclusion. Especially as she kept pushing the subject of you. Wasn’t the point of all this to keep him from thinking of you?

“I hope (Y/N) is okay. I wonder how the mission is going. Do you think they’ve met any interesting people?”

The idea of you meeting people, both dangerous and friendly, left a bitter taste in his mouth. He was fully confident in your capabilities, he wouldn’t have signed off on your mission otherwise, but the fact that he was not there to ward off anybody with any sort of ill intentions towards you made his gut twist. Smoker didn’t even want to think about the friendly ones. Who was making you laugh, keeping you company, who you might be interested in. He’s always felt a sense of protectiveness towards his subordinates, but there was something entirely different in his sense of protectiveness towards you. He’d never felt jealous in regards to his other subordinates, to put it plainly.

Tashigi was rambling while Smoker’s thoughts were once again riddled with you. Your name curved easily along a signature line meant for him as your name slipped past his mentee’s mouth in every other sentence. He mentally cursed and balled up the paper, throwing it at Tashigi’s forehead to shut her up. She gasped as it bounced off her glasses, making them crooked in the aftermath, and landed on the floor with a soft thud.

“What exactly are you trying to do here, Tashigi?” he growled. If she said your name one more time…

She glared at him as she straightened her glasses and picked up the paper, unfurling it much to his horror but he remained stoic as her eyes lit up with pure amusement upon reading his penmanship of your name, “Just trying to get you to realize that you miss them. That’s all, sir.”  

“And what good do you think that will do?” he barked out. He was painfully aware that he missed you from the moment you stepped off base. It wouldn’t bring you back any sooner, and it wouldn’t make him feel any better by coming to terms with it.

“Have you told them how you felt?” she pushed. Always pushing.

Could she see the red heat he felt creeping up his neck? “I’m not having this discussion with you. You can either leave my office or I’ll have you fired for inappropriate conversations in the workplace.”

Tashigi pursed her lips, muttering under her breath, “Well, in that case you should be fired for having inappropriate feelings in the workplace.”

“What was that?” Smoker bellowed as he stood from his chair, nearly biting his cigars in half. He felt his right eye begin to twitch and he had half a mind to throw another paper ball at her. Maybe enough paper balls from the entire stack of the piss-poor distracting paperwork.  

Tashigi waved her hands in front of her in surrender, “Nothing! What I meant to tell you is that (Y/N) is…”

“Stop saying their name!”

“I’ve only been gone for five days and you two are already bickering?” Your voice echoed down the hall and he wondered if was imagining your voice again. Yet there you were, standing in his office, not a scratch on you as you sported that comforting smile on your face he’d missed so much. He felt his shoulders relax as he exhaled the breath he’d been holding since you left.

“Returning today,” Tashigi finished, turning to you with a salute, “Welcome back, Captain.”

“It’s great to be back,” you grinned, keeping your eyes trained on the tall, speechless, white-haired Marine officer standing stiff behind his desk, “I missed the G-5.”

After a quiet moment of longing stares, his body finally began working as he discarded his cigars in the ashtray and his boots echoed heavy as they approached you. Such a simple thing, but you missed the sound of them. Now that he was standing before you, towering over you, you realized you missed the smell of smoke too, along with the warmth he constantly radiated when standing so close. Your body reacted to every sense of him. You missed him dearly.

Tashigi quietly slipped out, gently closing the door behind her as she left to finally give her superior the privacy he’d wanted.

“Didn’t miss me too bad, did you, Commander?” you teased, stepping closer, an unseen force pulling you closer to him. That same force tugged consistently at your heart for the five long days you were away.

He smiled, a notion reserved only for you, as he pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “Only a little, I suppose.”

There it was, that tension between the two of you that only grew stronger with each moment you were alone. It felt near suffocating after your time apart. You knew he didn’t speak to anyone else like this, didn’t stand so close to anyone else like this, didn’t look at anyone else like this. You were something else to him, and he to you. Something beyond Marine rankings and camaraderie. As shameful as it was for a Commodore to pursue his subordinate, you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold your feelings back. You’d hoped your mission would have cleared your head, but it only drew you closer to him. Made you crave his affections even more.

Intimate touches have been exchanged in secrecy between the two of you as feelings were realized, but you needed to feel his lips against yours. To know for sure that he wanted this too. You wanted so desperately to make this agonizing yet exhilarating tension tangible. The way he continued to hold your chin up, brown eyes reflecting the loving stare you offered him, forehead colliding softly with yours, it felt as if the pieces were finally falling into place.

His eyes were first to flutter close, making your heart do somersaults in your chest, and as you followed suit, you felt the ghost of a kiss along your lips before the echoing purururu of his Den Den Mushi made the two of you jump.

Smoker’s eyes opened, staring down at you as if he was seeking your approval to ignore the call. He could care less if the entire world was ending. All that he wanted was standing right in front of him. He didn’t want to lose this moment.

“You’d better answer that.” Your hand caressed his cheek, thumb grazing across his stubble as you reassured him, “I’m not going anywhere.”

He groaned loudly, like a child throwing a tantrum, and stomped over to his desk, answering the phone with distinct annoyance, “What the hell do you want?”

Silence. His furrowed brows softened, face slackened.

“Yes, sir. I understand. Thank you.”

You grew a bit worried, unable to read him as he hung up the receiver with a quick gacha. Smoker ran his fingers through his hair, making you feel overwhelmed with adoration and anxiety as you waited with bated breath.

“Is everything okay?” You were almost afraid to ask.

Another long beat of silence. You were sure you weren’t breathing at all, until he finally relayed the message with a smirk on his face.

“I got promoted to Vice Admiral.”

The happy sound you emitted was sure enough to alert the whole base as you threw your arms around his neck and squeezed him tight. Smoker squeezed back eagerly, cherishing the feeling of having you in his arms. He was unable to express it, but he hoped you knew that he was glad you were the first person he got to tell; that you were by his side when he got the news. Climbing the ranks to increase his ability to act freely has always been his goal, but the promotion felt a bit sweeter having you to celebrate with.

Tashigi returned to the room out of concern, coughing awkwardly when she caught the two of you still locked in an embrace. When Smoker shared the news, passers-by overheard and entered the office with almost hesitant congratulations. Soon enough, his entire office was full of subordinates all congratulating their new Vice Admiral. Pride swelled in your chest as he shook the hands of his subordinates and offered light smiles of thanks. So many smiles in a day — was it possible to fall even harder for him?

When everyone was preoccupied in their own conversations, Smoker bent down and whispered in your ear, “They’re hosting a banquet for all who received promotions at Headquarters. I want you to come with me.”

As if your heart couldn’t feel any fuller, you were sure to burst as you grinned from ear to ear, whispering back and squeezing his hand discreetly, “I’d be glad to.”

a/n: Soooo close! But still some happy moments here! This ending was almost entirely different (and lamer tbh) but the idea of Smoker finding out he was promoted to Vice Admiral with reader seemed like such a special moment to me and one that doesn’t *entirely* ruin the missed smooch moment. That’s another one safe until Round Two! Perhaps our next character won’t be so lucky…or will, if you consider a kiss pretty lucky. ❤️

[mystwrites]

Flustered

Summary: Douma attempt to fluster Kokushibo but Upper Moon One decides to have a little fun and turn the tables on him

A/N: Day 7 of Tickletober! Thank you anon for suggesting this pairing! Enjoy the fic plus some lazy art I decided to add!

Kokushibo sighed, knowing what was going to happen now that Douma came skipping into the room he had tried to hide in. The said demon slid on the floor like a penguin and rested his chin on his hands, his feet kicking behind him as he smiled at Kokushibo. Certainly he want there to annoy him to death…was he?

“What do you want?” Kokushibo asked, looking at Upper Moon Two. “You look like you wanna babble away.”

“Koku dono…has anyone ever told you that you have really nice skin?” Douma asked, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Do you have a skincare routine?”

“Uhhh…no?” Kokushibo replied, confused as to what Douma was trying to get at. “I don’t have a skincare routine. I just wash my face whenever I feel the need to…”

“And your hair! What’s the secret to your hair being so long and beautiful???” Douma continued, grinning mischievously.

A soft “ahhh” escaped Kokushibo, now realizing what Douma was doing. He was trying to fluster him. He had this ongoing bet with Gyokko that he could fluster all of the demons in the Twelve Kizuki. Kokushibo was mildly aware of this since he would occasionally have a conversation with Gyutaro about the gossip he would hear thanks to his sister talking with the other demons. Apparently Douma has managed to fluster all of the upper ranks except for the reigning superior of them.

“Are you trying to fluster me, Douma?” Kokushibo asked, amusement laced in his tone. “I hate to inform you but you’re not going to fluster me. It’s been years since I’ve been flustered.”

He was caught and the disappointment appeared on Douma’s face. Not wanting to deal with Douma whining like a bratty child, Kokushibo decided to have a little fun with him. He reached out and ran his fingers through Douma’s hair, the blonde suddenly squeaking in shock.

“K-Kokushibo dono!!” he gasped, his cheeks suddenly flushing to a light shade of pink.

“Why are you asking me for my hair and skin routine? Your hair is very soft! Rather silky!” he complimented, trying not to smirk as Douma’s cheeks grew more pink.

“M-my hair r-routine…?” Douma asked, suddenly nervous and stuttering over his words. “I-I uhhhh…hehehe…I use a lot of conditioner when I wash my hair???”

“And your skin is so clear and smooth.” Kokushibo continued, Douma suddenly squawking like a seagull and hiding his face. “I should be asking you for your routines.”

“Ooohh!! Suddenly I regret this…” he moaned, fanning himself. “Is it hot in here?? I’m getting hot and I’m sweating! I mean…of course it’s hot in here…you’re hot but THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!!”

Terribly amused by how easy it was to fluster Douma, Kokushibo laughed and shook his head, Douma covering his face and letting out an embarrased squawking sound.

“Wow, I didn’t realize I could fluster you so easily.” he chuckled, using two fingers to poke Douma’s sides. “Hey, come now, don’t hide your face!”

Douma jumped, a soft giggle escaping him as the pokes continued. It wasn’t a well kept secret that Douma was very ticklish and enjoyed a good tickle from time to time. Smirking, Kokushibo playfully tickled up Douma’s sides, sending the rainbow eyed demon crashing to the floor. If Kokushibo didn’t have quick reflexes, he would’ve easily let Douma’s head hit the floor, but he caught Douma just in time, setting him onto the floor gently before launching a tickle attack on him.

Squealing upon feeling hands touch him, Douma rolled onto his side and curled up, laughing as Kokushibo easily pulled his right arm up and over his head, using his other hand to tickle up and down his side. Douma tried to hide his armpit with his free hand, squealing and laughing as Kokushibo easily wormed past the hand defending his ticklish spot and send Douma into a fit of laughter, his feet weakly kicking out whenever the center of his armpit was drilled into.

Flipping him onto his other side, Kokushibo repeated the actions, raising Douma’s arm up, tickling up and down his sides before targeting his exposed armpit despite the other hand trying to stop him. Douma was now laughing hysterically, his snorts and squeals with no pleas to stop only encouraging Kokushibo to continue, the understanding that unlike the others who claimed this was torturous, Douma enjoyed it.

Knowing Douma had a particularly sensitive spot around his waist, Kokushibo tickled down his sides when he rolled onto his back and squeezed just above where his hips were, Douma’s loud laughter filling the room.

“K-Kohohokushihibo d-dono!! Ahahaa!!” Douma cried, arching his back when two thumbs rubbed circles into his flanks. “Thahat tihihickles!!”

“I can tell.” Kokushibo scoffed, only tickling Douma more relentlessly. “Jeez, imagine if someone used tickling on you in a Blood Battle! Akaza could defeat you and take your position as Upper Moon Two!”

Douma blushed and squawked. He was definitely bothered by the comment and shook his head defiantly, now denying that Kokushibo was wrong and that he could still take Akaza down in a tickle fight. However, he was proven wrong when Kokushibo grabbed his right foot and tickled.

“OKAHAHAY!! IHIHI LIED!! AHAHAA!!” Douma screeched, trying to pull away as Kokushibo tickled the arch of his foot. “KOHOKUSHIBO DOHOHONO!! AHAHAHA!! NOOHOHO!!”

“No what?”

“NOHOHOT MY FEET!! NOT MY FEEHEHEET PLEHEHEASE!! IHIHI CAHAHAN’T!!”

Holding Douma’s right foot, Kokushibo tickled ever so gently, Douma weakly attempting to kick away. His free foot kicked about, occasionally hitting Kokushibo in the thigh or shoulder. Kokushibo easily got Douma’s sock off, Douma now emitting his deep belly laugh.

“Huh. I thought your hips were your worst spot. I think it might be your feet.” Kokushibo chuckled, pressing into Douma’s hip, a screech escaping before going back to his foot, the belly laugh coming back the moment his fingers touched his arch. “Yep, it’s definitely your feet. Other foot!”

Douma pleaded and protested but ultimately, his pleas went ignored, Kokushibo chalking the lack of fighting up to him just having a blast. Grabbing Douma’s left foot, Kokushibo didn’t wait and easily pulled off his tabi sock, skittering his fingers up and down Douma’s foot. Douma’s belly laugh fell silent for a few seconds, his squeaky giggles being the only noise audible for a few seconds until his laughter came back at full force, Kokushibo finding that the arch of his feet were sensitive.

“P-PLEHEHEASE!! PLEHEHEASE KOHOHOKUSHIBO DONOHOHO!!” Douma squealed, cackling loudly as his toes were the main focus.

“Please what?” Kokushibo asked, smirking as Douma’s cheeks continued to flush.

“DOHON’T!!”

“Don’t what??”

“TIHIHICKLE MY FEEHEHEET!!”

“Tickle your feet?” Kokushibo asked, now unable to hide his grin as Douma’s cheeks turned bright red. “Alright, you asked for it. Let’s start at your heel and make our way up to your toes…”

“IHIHI’M TOO FLUHUHUSTERED FOR THIHIS!!” Douma wailed, his toes curling as Kokushibo tickled up his foot, focusing on the arch of his foot. “IHIHI CAHAHAN’T!!”

“You can’t admit that you like being tickled or you can’t escape?” Kokushibo prompted, shaking his head with a grin when Douma didn’t answer and just rolled around on the floor.

Deciding to continue, Kokushibo chuckled as he traipsed his fingers up, finding the sensitive spot just below Douma’s toes. He then scratched up and down Douma’s foot, bringing out the loudest yet cutest peals of laughter. Suddenly, Kokushibo let out a yelp as Douma’s free leg flailed, getting kicked in the shoulder. Now in need of more drastic measures, Kokushibo pulled Douma closer and sat on his waist, deciding to give his feet a break and tickled at his sides, bringing out more giggles.

Pulling Douma’s arms up, Kokushibo chuckled and pinned his arms down with his right hand while the left tickled his armpits. Now squirming and kicking, Douma’s shirt became untucked and rose up slightly. Looking down, Kokushibo eyed out the pale patch of skin, smirking as Douma’s bellybutton became visible.

Sliding his hands up the demon’s shirt, Kokushibo brought out louder fits of belly laughter, Douma shaking his head from side to side. Kokushibo gently traced each outline of Douma’s abdominal muscles, discovering that even the slightest of touches could now send the demon screaming and cackling. Swirling his finger around Douma’s bellybutton, Kokushibo chuckling as his hand was instantly shoved away.

“NOOHOHO!! AHAHAHA!! IHIHI CAHAHAN’T!!” Douma squealed, his feet scrambling for purchase as Kokushibo’s fingers found a sensitive spot at the top of his ribs.

“Aww…are you too ticklish?” Kokushibo laughed as Douma nodded. “Too bad!”

Douma screamed as Kokushibo dug into his ribs, each space being tweaked with precision. His laughter raised in pitch as the dancing fingers skittered all over his torso, squeezing at his belly before jumping up to his armpits and flying back down to his hips, Douma’s most sensitive spot.

“S-STOHOHOP!!” Douma howled, arching his back as his hips were targeted. “KOHOHOKUSHIBO!! AHAHA STOHOHOP!! PLEHEHEASE!!”

“Okay, okay, relax.” Kokushibo chuckled, pausing the tickles. “I’ll only stop on one condition, you admit that you are cute when you are tickled and that you enjoy it.”

A look of mischief and defiance showed on Douma’s face. His cheeks burning a bright red, showing how flustered he was anytime Kokushibo called him cute and called him out for having fun being tickled but not willing to admit it out loud.

“Well??” Kokushibo said, a smug grin tugging at his lips. “Do you agree that you’re cute and that you enjoy being tickled?”

The same flustered squawking noise escaped from Douma as he shook his head, his hands hiding his cheeks. The tips of his ears were now the same color as his cheeks, the blush traveling down his neck. With no verbal response, Kokushibo shook his head with mock disappointment and grabbed Douma’s hips, the blonde screaming bloody murder as he got well and truly tickled.

He was a stubborn one. Douma refused to say what needed to be said in order for this ordeal to cease. Chuckling, Kokushibo decided that the best course of action was to just keep tickling his weak spots until he gave in. Hands jumped all over, one on his hip while the other went up to his armpit. Laughter continued until Douma screamed and fell silent, squeaks and hiccups being the only sound audible to Kokushibo.

After five minutes, Kokushibo’s fingers connected with Douma’s hips once more before he grabbed Douma’s feet, causing loud screams and pleas for mercy. For all of Douma’s cockiness, this was what finally broke him and Kokushibo grinned in victory as a single stroke to the underside of his toes caused the demon to scream, fall silent and shake his head.

“OKAHAHAY!! OKAHAHAY!!” Douma burst out suddenly. “IHIHI’M CUHUHUTE AND IHIHI EHEHENJOY BEHEHEING TICKLED!!”

“Do you believe that?” Kokushibo teased, wanting to fluster Douma a little more before stopping.

“OH COHOHOME OHOHON!!” Douma wailed, sitting up and grabbing Kokushibo, squeezing him tightly while playfully slapping his biceps. “I SAHAHAID WHAHAT YOU WAHAHANTED!! PLEHEHEASE STOP!! AAIIYYEEEHEHEHEHEE!!”

As Douma fell over, Kokushibo tickled his armpits once more before deciding to stop, laughing as Douma immediately curled up on himself and tried to press the soles of his feet against the floor. Kokushibo always took pride in knowing he could control his subordinates but with Douma, he found that it was just fun and hilarious to fluster him.

“One more thing!” Kokushibo chuckled, leaning down and lifting up Douma’s shirt.

“Nonono…NOOHO!!”

PPBBBFFFFFTT!!!

Douma screamed, arching his back as Kokushibo blew a raspberry onto his stomach, squirming wildly as Kokushibo shook his head from side to side. Unable to laugh audibly, Douma fell silent, the occasional squeaks and hiccups escaping before his laughter returned upon a final raspberry being placed against his left hip.

“Alright, I think you’ve had enough tickles.” Kokushibo said, patting Douma’s tummy before pulling his shirt back down.

When Douma made eye contact, Kokushibo noticed this happiness in his eyes. He looked into those rainbow eyes and Douma opened his mouth to speak.

“Y-you didn’t actually have to stop…” he whispered, obviously flustered to say what he wanted to. “I didn’t mean it…”

Without any other words being exchanged, Kokushibo’s hands shot to Douma’s sides, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of the blonde’s flanks. There was a loud scream before Douma’s hysterical yet adorable belly laugh overtook him and he curled up, Kokushibo’s fingers working their magic.

[amethystfairy1]

Hi, it’s the hammock anon again (that sounds so weird lmao) but yes I am working on a lil something picture… once I figure out how images work on here. I’m new lol

but also popping in to say that your newest fic has me kicking my feet and squealing about it !! Eheheh I love zedango and the way you write the characters and ahhh it’s so good and the idea of them meeting up is so exciting!!!

Also the naming convention for your fics is so fun and poetic and gah it’s so pretty! Like sightline sunrise? or gutterline sunshine, sky-blue darling, undercity angel, curtain call cutie, cold-blooded crush, bleeding sweetheart, hopeful hero, butterfly fall, railcart roses

idk what it is but something about the names just has me going crazy like arrrrghhh!!

HAMMOCK ANON!

HELLO!

Ohhh I'm so excited for whatever you come up with! Just so ya know, anons can't send images alongside asks 😭 at least I don't think they can...

I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE THE NAMES! I try to make sure they all have fun poetic sounds to them! So it makes me so happy that they have a good ring to them to you!!! And I'm so glad you're excited about Zedango!!! And how I write them!!! I'm so excited to share them too AGH!!!

[lysol1201]

One Hell of a Vacation

RE4!Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

Summary: You're in Spain for a vacation, but you wound up in the wrong place… you find your savior, but… you might annoy him. Just a little.

Takes place in modern times and not 2005, because I said so, and so then I could make certain jokes lol

Also, probably not very correct in the timeline of the game, it's really just for the haha's LMAO

Word Count: 1409

Genre: Mostly just comedy

TW: profanity, not beta read (we die like luis)

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Leon walked up to a home with his gun in hand. He’d already encountered many… “locals” in Spain, and he was always prepared to be greeted by more. He didn’t expect to hear whines from behind the door, though. Unsure if it could actually be an enemy or not, he knocked. Suddenly the whines stopped and it sounded like someone held their breath.

“Who’s in there?” He spoke with a stern tone. No response. “You don’t have to pretend, I know you’re in there,” He sighed.

“Nobody’s home,” A small voice spoke, almost like a squeaky mouse.

Leon groaned and placed his forehead on the door while he leaned onto it. “I can’t deal with this shit…” He muttered to himself. “I’m coming inside!”

“That’s trespassing!” The tiny voice spoke up again. “No one’s here!” 

Leon ignored the small voice and went to open the door anyway, which was locked. “Unlock the door, or I kick it down,” He demanded. Silence. “Okay,” He shrugged and backed up. He put all of his strength into his right leg and kicked the doorknob, forcing it open.

“Ahhh!” The no longer squeaky voice yelled at the loud bang and him as he walked in. They were sitting in the opposite corner of the room from the door. Knees-up, arms wrapped around their legs. “Don’t come any closer I, uh,” They stuttered, searching around them in a panic. “I have a stick and I know how to use it!” They grabbed the wooden stick next to them and pointed it at Leon.

Leon’s shoulders slumped and he sighed in annoyance. He pulled up his gun and pointed it at them. “Who are you?”

“Guns aren’t something to mess around with, you know!” They panic again. “Put that thing back where it came from, or so help me!” 

“Tell me who you are, or I’ll shoot you like you’re one of the cultists!” Leon threatened.

“Please, I don’t even know how to speak Spanish!” They shouted in fear, dropping the stick and raising both hands up in surrender. “Please, I came to Spain on vacation and now Adam Sandler is trying to get in my head,” They started sobbing uncontrollably.

“Adam…” Leon put down his gun and looked at the person in complete disbelief. “Sandler?” He groaned and threw his head down, placing two fingers on his temple as he massaged it. “Do you mean… Osmund… Saddler?”

They look up at Leon through their blurred tears, and their facial expression almost turned into one of shock. “Oh my God, I thought they were saying Adam Sandler this whole time!” They exclaimed, then began sobbing more uncontrollably. “I’m so stupid!” They groaned into their hands while they covered their face.

If Leon could abandon this random human, he would. Unfortunately, he was… a good person. He groaned at the thought. “What’s your name?” He sighed in defeat.

They released their hands from their face and looked at Leon with puffy red eyes. “I’m Y/N,” You replied.

Leon walked forward to you and crouched down to your level. You flinched slightly. “I’m Leon,” He introduced himself and stuck out his hand. “I’m here to help,”

You looked at him in awe as he began to be more calm and assuring towards you. “Really?” Your words came out in a whisper.

“Yes,” Leon responded. “Really,” You took his hand and he helped you get up on your two feet. “How did you get here, anyway?”

You scratch the back of your head and chuckle awkwardly. “Long story,”

“I got all day. Except not really,” 

“So, basically I had a pen pal from Spain, and we planned this trip to meet, but I got here, and I was like ‘woah, they aren’t at our meeting place, did I get catfished?’ or however it’d be, and so I asked around the town for their location and people knew who they were, but said they recently went missing, so I was like ‘yo what the fuck’ and so they explained to me all the missing people shit and this area and that my friend had come here, so I decided to Nancy Drew this shit thinking I was the bravest person to walk the Earth, and now I’m here,” You responded in one long run-on sentence in one long breath. Once finished, you started breathing heavily to catch your breath. “There’s the TLDR.”

Leon listened attentively to your TLDR. “Do you know where they are now?”

“Oh, they’re dead,” You spoke bluntly. “Like, dead dead. SUPER dead.” You laughed, but it was obvious to mask the pain and trauma of whatever happened.

“How did they die?”

“Have you seen the anime, Chainsaw Man?”

“Oh…”

“Yeah…” Leon sighed, unsure of what to say. “I’m in way too much shock right now to think, if I just smile, it never happened, right?” You speak with a look of pain on your face along with a smile. You kind of look awkward and freaky.

“It happens,” Leon shrugs. “Anyway, I need to find someone. I’m on a rescue mission for her. I had her, but she ran after Saddler had gotten to her. Have you seen a young girl with blonde hair anywhere?” 

You shake your head. “I’ve been hiding in here for a long time now. I haven’t seen much,” You explain. “I also really need to pee, so it’s hard to pay attention to anything,”

Leon groans in annoyance. “Is there not a bathroom in this place?”

“There is a bathroom here, but that’s disgusting! I don’t want to get some disease, or even worse, have some worm thing eat my ass!” You complain, your words shocking Leon and having his entire body language and facial expression fall in defeat.

“I have no idea what to do with you,” Leon mumbles. “Is there a bush outside you can just use?” He huffs out.

“But what will I wipe with? I don’t want piss on my underwear.”

“A leaf, I don’t know?”

“Wouldn’t that be painful?”

“God, just piss your pants then for all I care!” Leon’s voice raised in frustration. He was so upset and annoyed, and you were no help for him. But, he couldn’t just leave an innocent civilian, either. “You can argue with me about where to piss, or you can just do it! I’m going to leave here with or without you!”

“Okay, okay, God, I’ll pee in the bush!” You shouted back and rushed out the back door. Leon waited, quite impatiently, and when you returned from your bathroom break he looked at you in defeat. “I’ve successfully pissed in the bush,”

Leon shut his eyes tightly. He was never one to be religious, but he was suddenly praying to God to give him strength to deal with you. “Let’s get going,” He huffed.

When you two had turned around to walk away, two locals had begun to walk over. You screamed. Obviously, like any normal human being. Leon quickly took out a shotgun and shot both, their heads blown to pieces. You stared in shock. Your face then turned pale when tentacles came wiggling out of their necks where their head should be.

“Oh my God, why are they worms!” You screamed. “No, I will not love you if you were a worm, get away!” You panicked, going over to Leon and grabbing the pistol in his holster.

“What are you-“ But before he could finish his question, you began shooting aimlessly at the worms. 

“This is why I don’t wanna use the toilet! What if they eat my ass!” You scream, your eyes shut as you continue to shoot. You were lucky that you didn’t shoot Leon, and the locals did get shot a couple of times, but you did waste all the ammo Leon had.

“God fucking dammit!” Leon shouted as he turned back to the enemies and shot them with his shotgun again, enough to kill them entirely. “What the fuck were you doing?” He shouted at you.

“Self-defense!”

“You used all the ammo!”

“I was scared!”

“Gah!”

“Ahh!”

After Leon was done with his fit of frustrated grunts, and you finished your confused screams, you both caught your breath. “I’m going to help you leave,” He started to speak while he panted. “And then I never want to see you again. Okay?”

“Yes, sir,” You squealed with fear and saluted Leon.

You were having one hell of a vacation.