#although I won't be taking this request since it's a double..

[commandertartarsmoocher]

Dear anonymous person, this is too hilarious for me to simply ignore it.

So I must post your request here at least.

[punkshort]

Something Unexpected

Thank you @pasc4lfuzz for this request!

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: It's been ten years since you lived in Texas, and of course the first week back, you run into a familiar face from your past.

Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, mention of OC death (reader's father), romcom vibes (bc of course), meet cute, shy!joel, flirting, sexual tension, smut (18+ MDNI), unprotected piv sex (reader on BC), sex in public

WC: 4.8K

Dirty Bill's bar was exactly as you remembered.

As the name implied, the place wasn't the cleanest. Even after Bill locked up for the night, your shoes used to stick to the floors and it was almost a guarantee to find a stray lemon or lime somewhere on the bar top.

His definition of clean never matched yours. Hell, it didn't match anyone's, but that didn't stop locals from frequenting the place regularly.

It had been years since you lived in Austin and worked at the bar. At least ten, maybe more. When you tended bar, you actually kept the place relatively clean, but you knew the second you walked in that Bill clearly went back to his old ways once you quit and moved.

To his credit, the place was still packed. You had to stand up on your tiptoes and crane your neck to find your oldest friend, Leah, sitting at the bar nursing a gin and tonic. You grinned and pushed your way through the crowd, doing a double take when you recognized a few poor souls from your bartending days drinking the same bottles of beer.

Some things really never do change.

"Leah!" you cried out excitedly as you approached. She swiveled around on her barstool with a huge grin when she heard your voice. Jumping down, you enveloped her in a huge hug, swaying her back and forth and holding each other as tight as you could. She looked a little older and she gained a bit of weight since she had her kids, but otherwise she was the same. Same bright blue eyes, same wavy blonde hair, same toothy smile.

"Oh, my god! I can't believe it's really you!" she exclaimed, leaning back but still gripping your shoulders so she could get a good look at you. "You look amazing," she added before dropping her hands.

"I was about to say the same to you," you said before sliding onto the barstool next to hers. She scoffed and shook her head.

"Don't bullshit me. After I had Aiden I was never able to lose the extra weight."

"I'm not bullshitting you," you laughed. "You were always too skinny before, I told you that tons of times. You look incredible. I mean it."

She blushed and waved you off. "What're you drinking? They have some specials til nine, that's when the fireworks are supposed to start, but sadly that's also when I'll have to leave," she said with a pout. "Babysitter's got plans. Can you believe the audacity? A twenty year old daring to make plans on the Fourth of July?" she asked, voice dripping with sarcasm. You laughed and took the stained piece of paper she held out for you.

"I can't believe he's doing specials now," you told her while you perused the menu.

"It ain't anything earth shattering. Bud's a buck cheaper and well drinks are two bucks each."

"And here I thought he dreamed up a cocktail menu," you replied with another laugh.

"Oh, honey, you know Bill won't even buy a goddamn blender for daiquiris."

It had been ten years since you left Texas and saw Leah, but just the way good friends do, you fell right back into each other without skipping a beat. Although the topics of conversation that had once centered around boys now focused on her children and work, you still found her so easy to talk to.

"And what about you? Now that you're back, what's the plan for work?"

You winced when you tossed back the rest of your drink and shook your head. "Don't know yet. I gotta get my head around going through all of dad's things and trying to sell that house. Hell, maybe Bill will hire me again," you joked.

"I know you're just kidding but he would in a heartbeat," Leah said before clearing her throat and taking on a more somber tone. "How're you holding up? Dealing with your dad passing 'n everything?"

You shrugged and smiled at the cute bartender who gave you both refills without having to ask. "I'm alright. It was a long time coming, he was sick for so long. I'm just glad he's not in pain anymore, but I miss him. This whole town just reminds me so much of him, you know?" you said, furrowing your brow while you watched your ice swirl in your glass. She nodded sympathetically and put a gentle hand on your arm. "It's so weird being back here now without him. Like I keep waiting for him to walk through the front door. It's why I can't keep the place. Too many memories, it's messing with my head," you said with a dry laugh before taking a sip of your drink.

"I get that. I can come by this weekend and help you for a few hours if you like," she said. You smiled at her and tilted your head to the side, overcome for a moment at how generous she was, knowing full well she had enough to deal with at home.

"Thanks, Leah. I'll let you know."

After another hour, the cute bartender cupped his hands around his mouth like a megaphone and announced last call for drink specials. Leah's face fell and she pushed off the bar with a sigh.

"Guess I oughta get going."

Sadness rippled through your chest at the thought of being alone again, but you tried not to let her see it. She had a family to go home to, a life.

"Thanks again for meeting me, I know it's hard for you and your schedule is so busy now," you said, giving her a hug.

She opened her mouth to reply when the cute bartender you had been eyeing up all evening put a drink in front of you.

"Oh, sorry, thanks, but I'm just about to leave," you told him. He wiped his hands on a towel and tipped his head to the side.

"It's on him."

Your gaze followed the direction in which his head tilted and you could hardly believe your eyes.

"Oh, boy," Leah muttered under her breath.

The man on the other side of the bar lifted his beer bottle to you before stepping away into the crowd. You could see his greying curls making their way through the throngs of people fighting to get one or two more cheap drinks and you felt anger slowly bubbling to the surface.

"Play nice," Leah warned you. You clenched your teeth and shook your head.

"I'm always nice."

She chuckled and gave you a kiss on the cheek. "Call me about this weekend."

"Yeah, okay," you replied distractedly, your heart thudding faster in your chest when the familiar looking man stepped through the crowd and sidled up next to you at the same time Leah disappeared, heading towards the door.

"Hey, darlin'. Hope you don't mind me buyin' you a drink," he said, his southern drawl thicker and slower than you remembered. "I'm Joel," he added, sticking his hand out for you to shake.

You stared at it too long, the alcohol buzzing through your veins and slowing down your train of thought.

"Yeah, I know who you are, Joel," you replied, ignoring his hand to glare up at him. "Do you really not recognize me?"

He swallowed and let his hand fall limp as he scanned your face, the gears in his head working overtime to try and place you, and the fact he didn't remember you hurt your feelings more than you expected.

"I, uh..." he trailed off and scratched his chin nervously. You rolled your eyes and leaned against the bar.

"I used to date your brother. For like, eight fucking months in high school. He stood me up for prom?" you reminded him, your tone turning icy. The realization clicked and his face softened when he quietly murmured your name.

"Oh, shit. Sorry, I didn't... thought you moved outta town."

"I did," you snapped. "I'm back now. Just got here last week."

He nodded and shifted his jaw to the side. It was like you could see the wave wash over him in real time: his memory recalling images of you in his mother's house, probably remembering stories Tommy told him when you weren't around, and finally, the uneasiness settled in when it dawned on him his brother could find out he made a move on his ex girlfriend.

But much to your surprise, Joel didn't come up with some feeble excuse and run off. In fact, he took Leah's abandoned stool and put his beer next to your untouched drink.

"Tommy was an asshole to you, wasn't he?" he asked. And even though it was ages ago, you could feel that wound in your chest slowly begin to open back up.

You shook your head and looked down at your hands.

"He embarrassed me. Dated me the entire school year, went to football games and every single house party together just to bring Jill fucking Parker to prom." You angrily took a long drink from your glass before setting it down a little too loudly on the bar. "Didn't even break up with me. Just... pretended like I didn't exist. Do you have any idea how much that hurt? I showed up an hour late, my hair and makeup all goddamn perfect, just to walk into the gym and see him dancing with her. Kissing her. Fucking dick," you muttered, raking your fingers through your hair.

Joel listened quietly, a sympathetic look on his face while you continued.

"I couldn't stay there. I turned right around and walked home. Cried the whole fucking night in some stupid fucking dress that matched his stupid fucking boutonniere."

Joel winced and shook his head. "I'm sorry. I - I remember some of that but I was too wrapped up in my own shit back then. Had one foot out my parents' door, had a girlfriend and was gettin' started in construction. I remember you at some family dinners but... I don't know, I'm real sorry, sweetheart. Didn't mean to ruin your night."

You sighed and rolled your shoulders. "You didn't, it's fine. It was a long time ago."

"Yeah, but it still hurts you. I can see it," he replied, his soft brown eyes boring into you.

"It shouldn't. I just haven't thought about all that in forever and so far, being back here is only bringing up shitty memories," you said sadly, stirring your drink absentmindedly.

Joel glanced around the bar, noticing it was beginning to clear as patrons filed out to the parking lot to get a good spot for the fireworks show about start in the town park down the street.

"C'mon," he said, abandoning his beer and taking your hand before sliding off the stool. "Let's go make a good memory. Fireworks are 'bout to start."

Your eyelids fluttered in surprise, first at the way he was holding your hand, and second at his proposition.

"Oh, we don't have to. I was going to head home, anyway," you told him. He was nicer than you expected about the whole situation, but it was bordering on pity, and that was something you certainly were not interested in.

"I ain't gonna keep you from leavin', but I could sure use the company," he said, still holding your hand. You chewed your bottom lip as you silently weighed your options. He smiled softly and gave your hand a little tug when he saw your resolve crumbling. "C'mon. I don't wanna watch fireworks alone."

You rolled your eyes and fought back the stupid smile from spreading across your face. "Alright, why not?" you said, hopping off your stool. You allowed him to drag you by the hand through the crowds of people mingling in the parking lot, through clouds of cigarette smoke and boisterous laughter until you reached his truck parked at the very corner of the lot.

Joel dropped your hand so he could unhook the tailgate, then jumped up with a grunt to unfold the pile of blankets he had shoved in the far corner. You took a few steps forward and watched curiously as he fluffed up two pillows, and you wondered if this was some kind of move he often pulled on girls.

"You came prepared," you said, trying to subtly test your theory. He glanced over his shoulder with a grin.

"Got stood up tonight," he replied, and the irony of it was too much. You burst out laughing, clapping your palm over your mouth.

"I'm sorry, it's just... what are the odds?"

He chuckled and, once he was satisfied with the blanket arrangement, extended an arm out to you.

"It was a blind date. Wasn't nearly as bad as bein' stood up for prom, but still stung a bit," he admitted. He clasped your hand in his and pulled you up into the bed of his truck with so much strength, you nearly fell against his chest.

"Oops, sorry," you said shyly when you had caught yourself from falling into his lap just in time. He just gave you another smile that was beginning to make your knees weak and leaned back into the bed of the truck. He readjusted his head on one of the pillows, one arm tucking behind his head with a sigh, and gazed up at the sky.

You looked around nervously, unsure what to do. The setting was a little too intimate to be in with your ex's brother, but no one else was around. The closest car with people in it was fifty yards away. And besides, if someone were to report back to Tommy, they would have already seen you together in the bar.

"So, why'd you move back?" Joel asked, his voice so much deeper now that you weren't surrounded by classic rock and loud conversations. You tucked your legs underneath you and looked down at him all stretched out. His shirt was riding up just an inch, exposing a sliver of tanned skin and a trail of dark curls leading past his waistband. You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced yourself to look away.

"Um, my dad died," you told him. His brows pinched together, giving you that look of pity that you had grown too familiar with.

"I'm sorry," he said, and you could tell he meant it.

"Thanks. He was sick for a long time," you explained, trying to downplay it, but he shook his head.

"Don't matter. Losin' a parent ain't ever easy."

You pursed your lips and nodded, staring down at your fingers twisting together in your lap.

"Suppose that's true."

He allowed you to sit quietly for a moment while you gathered your thoughts, waiting to see if you wanted to talk about it more or let it be.

"A blind date, huh?" you asked him, changing the subject.

"Yep. Blind date," he repeated, eyes flickering briefly down your body. "Don't wanna use no apps or shit. Thought it might be easier to do things the old fashioned way. Guess I was wrong."

"I know what you mean," you said. "It feels like it's impossible to meet anyone organically anymore."

He hummed and took a deep breath. "Like buyin' a girl a drink in a bar?"

You giggled and he grinned, the sound of your laugh sending a rush of adrenaline through his veins.

"Yes, but we already met before," you reminded him.

He nodded, smile still playing at his lips. "You use a lot of them apps?"

You felt your cheeks warm and shrugged. "Not really. I have used them, but not lately."

He bit the inside of his cheek and tried to ignore the nervous flutter in his chest when he asked, "That 'cause you got a boyfriend now, or..."

You laughed again and his nerves immediately calmed at the sound.

"No. No boyfriend."

He felt his hands shake while he struggled to come up with the right thing to say or do next when fate intervened and gave him the perfect answer.

A loud boom echoed from behind you and you jumped in surprise, then grinned when you tilted your chin up to see the fireworks had started. Joel cleared his throat, pulling your attention onto him.

"Gonna pull a muscle in your neck if you keep that up for the next half hour," he said, then patted the empty area next to him. You smiled shyly and it made his stomach flip.

"You're pretty smooth, Joel Miller," you teased before sliding down onto your back next to him so you could look up at the dark sky all lit up above you.

He tapped his chest nervously with the tips of his fingers, hardly paying attention to the fireworks now that you were so close that he could feel the heat from your soft skin and smell the scent of your shampoo burrowing its way into his blankets.

Unsure how to make the next move, he chose to go with a classic. He figured at the very least, you might laugh again.

"Why don't you get closer, darlin'? You look cold."

Sure enough, you did laugh, making his heart soar but to his shock, you also inched closer to him. Nestling into his side, you gently placed one of your hands on his stomach, but he could tell it made you nervous because your shoulders felt stiff and your breath was shallow.

"Is this okay?" he murmured after he wrapped an arm around you, his fingers brushing delicately over your arm.

"Mhmm," you said, feeling your skin prickle under his touch. He felt it, too, and pulled a blanket over you both.

How the hell did you end up in the back of your ex boyfriend's brother's truck, cuddled up under blankets and watching the fireworks? When you were getting ready earlier, your only hope was to find some distraction with an old friend for a couple hours. Whatever this was was a complete and pleasant surprise.

Both of you watched as your hand slowly crept up from his stomach to his chest, your hearts beating fast with anticipation. You tilted your chin up to look at him, those deep brown eyes meeting yours and in that moment, an unspoken understanding passed between you.

You met each other half way at the exact same time, pressing your lips together tentatively at first, then with more desperation. He tasted like stale beer but you loved it. It felt comforting. He was so warm and strong under your touch, his hand so big when it came to rest on the side of your face as he plunged his tongue greedily into your mouth for the first time. Somewhere in the back of your mind you realized what you were doing was probably wrong, that it could very well cause a problem between him and Tommy, but he was a grown man who knew exactly what he was doing when he took your hand in that bar.

You weren't exactly sure how it escalated, but it did. He rolled on top of you, pinning you with his weight while one hand skirted up your side, squeezing your breast before tugging the cup of your bra down underneath your shirt and rolling your nipple between two expert fingers. You moaned into his mouth and arched your back, pressing yourself into him.

"Joel," you whispered when his mouth trailed down your neck and his hips began to rut against yours.

"I know, 'm sorry," he panted, yet he didn't make a move to stop. "This probably ain't a good idea," he added, but just tilted his head so he could suck on the other side of your neck.

You bit your lip and tipped your head back, giving him better access.

"Probably not," you agreed when your hands found his belt. His lips stuttered against your throat when you deftly undid the leather and popped the button on his jeans.

"Shit," you whispered when his hand slid down the front of your shorts, his fingers petting at your sex through your panties.

"You want this, baby?" he asked, nipping at your collarbone. You squeezed your eyes shut and nodded, the fireworks in the sky matching the ones behind your eyelids.

"Say it," he commanded, voice dropping an octave and sending a shiver down your spine.

"I want it," you breathed before palming his erection through his jeans. He groaned and pressed himself further into your hand, encouraging you to rub his cock through the thick denim, your mind spiraling at how hard he was already.

He undid your shorts in record time, helping you shimmy out of them as quickly as possible, each of you panting for air, the excitement overwhelming.

"Joel, what if - shit," you cursed when he yanked your panties down and off, tossing them to get lost amongst the blankets. "What if someone sees?"

"Don't worry, I got you," he said, eagerly pushing his jeans down so they bunched up mid-thigh, then settled between your legs and tugged the blanket back over you both. "Ain't no one gonna see us, they're all lookin' up," he whispered before slotting your lips together once again.

Your brows pinched together and your mouth fell open when he first pressed inside, his impossibly hard cock parting your walls and making room for himself deep within your body. His hand cradled the side of your face, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your cheek when he buried himself inside you with a grunt.

Your fingers found their way to the back of his neck, wrapping around the thick muscle there, threading through some of his hair and holding him close.

Joel bumped his nose against the side of your throat, his own gasps being drowned out by yours as he hid his face against your neck and slowly dragged his cock in and out. Each flex of his hips made you soften under him until you moaned his name into the night air, your voice being muffled by the fireworks overhead and oh, he liked hearing that. His name falling from your lips in ecstasy while he buried himself as deep as he possibly could inside your warmth caused him to think stupid thoughts and feel stupid things.

You wanted to ask him how he did it, how he made you feel so fucking good, how he managed to reach a place inside you that had your mind going numb and your skin tingling with anticipation, but you couldn't find your voice. You could only offer him small whimpers and throaty moans, hoping it would be enough to encourage him.

He panted against your skin, his wet exhale mingling with the humidity of the air, leaving your throat sticky and warm. His hand gripped your thigh, tugging your leg upwards, shifting you around until he found a position that pleased him.

His hips began to move faster when, in the back of his mind, he knew the fireworks would be wrapping up soon. He wished he could take his time with you. He wished you didn't have to hold back those pretty sounds that fell from your even prettier mouth. But fuck, you just looked so beautiful and you felt so good wrapped around him that he couldn't stop himself.

"Oh, god," you whined, fingernails digging into his upper back so hard that he could feel the pinch through the fabric of his shirt. "Right there, Joel, please," you whimpered, and he grinned.

"Y'feel so good, baby," he murmured in your ear, making sure to maintain the same pace within you, not wanting to deny you any pleasure. "So fuckin' good. Wanted you from the second I saw you tonight, y'know that?"

You moaned and continued to claw at his back, your eyes prickling with tears as your climax swelled low in your belly.

"I lied earlier," he admitted, watching your face closely when he said, "didn't sting at all that my date didn't show. Wouldn't've been able to keep my eyes off you the whole time, anyway."

You groaned and cried out his name, your hand slapping over your mouth and once again he grew angry with himself that he didn't just take you home.

"Joel," you whimpered behind your hand, and he yanked it down, uncaring if anyone heard at that point.

"Tell me what you want," he said roughly, hips fucking into you at a steady clip that made beads of sweat form against his hairline.

"Harder," you groaned, biting at his jaw, then latching onto his neck and sucking wet, open mouthed kisses there, hoping to leave a mark. "I'm close, fuck me harder," you repeated, and something primal in him unfurled at the command.

You buried your face against his shoulder when he started to snap his hips into you, his arms caging you in and keeping your body from sliding up the bed of the truck. You wrapped your legs around his waist like an anchor as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge, all the while his mouth dragged up and down your neck, your face, your shoulders... anywhere he could find skin, he left his mark.

Then he felt a familiar tightening around his cock and your body began to tremble underneath him, causing his stomach to tense and his hips to stutter. Your teeth clamped down on his shoulder when you came, your words muffled against his body, your hands scrambling against his back as if you were about to fall.

Maybe you were.

"Where?" he whispered frantically, and when you took too long to respond he grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes to lock. You were all fucked out, your body slack and your breath haggard as you gazed up at him, confused. "Where?" he asked again with more urgency, and finally it clicked.

"Inside," you replied, voice cracking. He shook his head like he was in pain and dropped his hand from your chin back down to your hip, pulling you impossibly closer while he continued to plunge inside of you. "It's fine, it's safe," you clarified for him, and that was all he needed to hear.

His mouth crashed over yours when he came, his kisses sloppy and his throat hoarse from the way his words turned into growls against your lips. He pulled back, breaking the kiss, and cupped your face again. Your noses brushed together and your eyes locked as his hips slowed down but still rocked into you, each surge of his cum punctuated by a soft ah until he finally stilled and collapsed.

"Christ," he grumbled against your shoulder. You gently raked your fingers through his hair while you each caught your breath, his body shivering when your nails scraped his scalp just right. He turned his head and gave you a little smile before tenderly pressing your lips together, then carefully sliding out of you with a grunt.

He rolled onto his back and yanked his jeans back up before searching around the ruffled blankets for your clothes. Right when the big finale began, he handed them back to you.

"Perfect timing," you giggled as you squirmed around under the blanket to put your clothes back on. Joel glanced around, his veins still pumping his body full of dopamine, and confirmed that nobody had been close enough to overhear, let alone see, what happened.

Once the fireworks stopped, the crowds of people in the parking lot clapped and began to head to their cars, headlights and engines turning on all around you.

You sat up and straightened out your shirt, trying to play it cool but internally you were freaking out. Was this a one time thing? It had to have been. Right? Did you want it to be a one time thing?

Then, Joel broke the awkward silence.

"Can I ask you somethin'? And you can be honest, it won't hurt my feelin's none," he said. When you looked over at him, he was looking off in a random direction, unable to look you in the face when he asked, "Was this just to get back at Tommy?"

You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

"N-no, of course not," you stammered. "I haven't even thought about Tommy in years. Besides, I wouldn't do something like that."

He tilted his head back in your direction and grinned.

"That's a relief, 'cause it mighta hurt my feelin's."

You laughed and tossed a pillow at him.

"You liar."

He chuckled and gently tossed the pillow back. You tucked it against your stomach as you stared at one another, each of you trying to work out what happened next.

"I wanna see you again," he said, answering your unspoken question, and you couldn't hide the delight from spreading across your face.

"Me, too," you said, and he smiled. A big smile, one that definitely made your knees weak that time. "But what about Tommy? I don't wanna cause some problem with you two."

Joel shrugged and took a deep breath. "Then maybe it can be our little secret."

A slow, mischievous smile tugged at your lips and you knew in that moment he was going to be trouble.

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Green is the colour of jealousy

Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley

Requested by @maxsisly

Request gist: Fred and George get jealous because the reader is spending more time with her male friend. She comes home late one night and they’re mad. Pure smut and a bit of fluff.

A/N: Thank you for the request! Once again, I am truly sorry for not seeing it sooner. It was in the inbox section in the settings (which I never check). This took me a while and I really got sidetracked and rambled on some points. But no matter, it's ready and written.

T/W: Unprotected sex, Jealous and possessive twins, Degradation, Double penetration, Clit spanking, Aftercare

The twins had always learned to share.

Growing up in the Weasley clan meant handing down clothes and toys from the brothers who came before. So when the twins were born, they only had one of everything instead of one each. So they became pretty good at sharing.

Even after the twins met you, they shared. They both loved you and they knew that you loved them both. They had spent their whole life sharing, from toys to partners alike.

But that didn't mean they liked sharing with other people.

Over the past couple of weeks, your friend had been around more often. He was there when the twins finished work, he was on the phone to you during your spare time, he even seemed to be around when you went out on the town. He seemed to be everywhere.

You and Matthew had been friends since your first official job after Hogwarts so he had always been a constant in your life. He knew you were dating twins and supported you wholeheartedly, something you found refreshing since others looked at you oddly. He knew the twins and was a regular in the shop, so the twins somewhat knew him. Although at first, the twins thought he was a regular because you worked there.

The twins trusted you without a doubt. They knew you’d never sneak around with some other guy. It was this new guy they didn't trust. But when you came in one night and told them that you were planning on hitting the clubs with said guy, they put on fake smiles and told you to be safe.

Hours went by and yet you still did not return. The twins started feeling uneasy. This guy had to have been doing something? What if he took you back to his place? What if he was having his fun with you? What if…

The door unlocking caught the attention of the twins. You came in, looking just as you did when you left. No hair was out of place, no makeup smudges. You looked perfect and most importantly, you looked untouched.

But they wouldn't take any chances.

The way the twins were sat was like two mafia bosses waiting for a meeting. They even flicked the light on when you walked in. The way they stared you down was like a predator waiting to pounce. Fred was the first to speak up.

“You’re finally home, love. What took you so long?”

“Well, me and Matthew were at that club. We didn’t think we were there that long until we left”

Both of the twins tensed at Matthews name, as if a sour taste lingered on their tongues from your words. George got up and stalked towards you, his fingers wrapping around your wrist in a surprisingly tender touch despite the situation.

“You’ve been spending so much time with him, baby. Maybe it's time you spent a little time with us. You won't be thinking about Matthew once we’re done”

He moved quicker than you, pulling you to the bedroom with Fred trailing behind you both. Your hands were itching to remove your dress, to pull off your underwear and show your boyfriends what they wanted to see. You knew that the twins were jealous, it was as plain as the nose on their faces. But sometimes stirring the pot led to sex that was too good to pass up.

Fred tugged your dress up, bunching it around your hips while George kneeled before you and pushed your underwear to the side. He didn’t touch you, he just stared at you soaked folds.

“Did Matthew make you this wet? Were you giving him those cute little ‘fuck me’ eyes? Have you been a whore all night”

Fred’s hand moved from your rumpled dress and up your sternum, keeping you pressed against his chest. His lips ghosted across your ear.

“Answer Georgies question, slut”

You had to resist the urge to rub your thighs together, to give your clit the friction and attention that you’d been craving from them. And to get that attention, you’d have to bend to their will.

“S’not for Matthew, it's for you. I don’t want him. I need you guys”.

Fred and George shared a look, as if asking one another how long to prolong your suffering for. They could edge you all night if they pleased, or they could overstimulate you until you were nothing but a crying mess. Fred was the one who decided your fate.

“You need us? Prove it and take it”

Fred pulled you to the bed where he laid down first and tugged you by the hand to lay on him, your back to his chest. Your underwear was pushed down your legs just enough to grant the twins access. George could tell what Freds plan was, as always. That's why he got the bottle of lube from the nightstand.

You caught wind of their plan when you felt the familiar cold gel on your tight hole, making you squirm. Freds hands on your hips put a stop to that. His hands slid down under you and the familiar sounds of a belt buckle rattling and a zipper filled your ears. Fred pushed the tip of his cock against the ring of muscle, not stopping until it gave way and his tip was inside. George stroked your cheek, noticing the small twitch in your features from the slight pain that followed.

Fred kept pushing, stretching your hole around his shaft until he bottomed out. Tears gathered in your eyes and slipped down your cheeks, leaving a black trail from your mascara. George took a step back, admiring the sight of his brother's cock stretching your tightest hole. Freds arms stayed around your torso, pinning you against him.

George unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out before taking his rightful place between your thighs. He tapped the head of his cock on your clit, making your shudder and whine. He could see how each tap made your hole clench and it only made him chuckle.

“You like it, love? Can see how you’re squeezing Freddies cock. Maybe next time you need punishing, I’ll spank that sensitive little clit till you’re soaking wet”

When he started pushing inside, you already felt stuffed. Your mind numbed into a blissful state where only the pleasure they were giving you mattered. The twins bottomed out, enjoying how tight you felt. Fred’s hands moved back to your hips, moving you and down for their pleasure. All you could do was lie there and let them use you.

In that moment, you became a toy for their pleasure. You took everything they gave you without complaining.

The twins thrusts got quicker and sloppier the closer they got. Their need to cum overtaking everything else. Their cocks seemed to pulse and swell before they came, making it feel like you were being stretched further. Freds arms tightened around you while George gripped your hips, leaving bruises identical to his hand prints. Fred panted in your ear.

“You wanna be full, baby? Ask nicely and we’ll cum inside you. And if you cum before us, Georgie might just make good on his promise to spank your pretty pussy”

A whine slipped from your lips and your eyes darted up to Georges. Your expression turned to one of need and a begging pout.

“Please Georgie, Freddie. I want you both, I need it. Please cum inside me. I want only you two”.

That admission of your submission to only them was all it took. Your pretty begging was such an ego boost. Their cum spilled from their cocks, painting your walls and leaving their mark inside of you. But they wouldn't leave you unsatisfied for long.

Fred trailed his hand between your thighs, finding your clit between your folds and giving it a harsh spank. A squeal escapes your lips and your legs jolt, trying to close around George's hips. Freds spanks remain harsh and insistent. Like he’s trying to make you cum from this alone…which you do.

Your body shudders as your orgasm floods your body, slick gushing from your hole. The twins held you steady, Fred spanks turning to circles to work you through your orgasm until that pleasure bordered on oversensitive pain.

George slowly pulled out before making his way to the bathroom, leaving you in Freddies arms. Freds hands stroked your skin, his lips pressing gentle kisses to your head. He slowly sat you both up and pulled his cock slowly from your hole, admiring the way it stayed stretched and the way his seed slowly started to leak out.

When he heard George's voice, he picked you up gently in his arms and carried you into the bathroom, where George had run a hot bath filled with bubbles for you. Rough sex may have been the twins forte, but aftercare was one of their favourite aspects of said rough sex. They got to look after you, comfort you, and give you all the kisses and cuddles your fucked out little brain could ever need.

Fred helped you to remove the last of your clothing before gently lowering you into the bath, but not before pressing a chaste but tender kiss to your forehead. The way they looked at you was like admiration. As if they were admiring the Mona Lisa or a statue of Aphrodite. They looked at you as if you were the most beautiful and precious thing on this earth.

Because to them, you were.

[yawujin]

uggh i genuinely can't remember if you've done this already (ignore if so!) buuuut could i req with allies and axis seeing their s/o wear their clothes? i absolutely love these type of scenarios i could never get tired of em lol

heyy !! i really love these scenarios too! i think they're adorable, so thanks for the request 🤍

{ request } allies & axis | wearing their clothes ♥︎

type • established relationship , romantic relationship , cute , light hearted , scenarios , imagines , china is RICHH , england is a little intimidated(?)

❥ allies

america/alfred f. jones

he takes one look at them and smiles. who knew that his bomber jacket could look so cute─and stylish ─on his love?

a thought pops into his mind; he should get them a matching jacket! now wouldn't that look nice?

"stay right there!" he exclaims, going on to grab his phone to take a quick photo. "...and pose!" he jokes. he needed to capture how darling they looked in his clothing <3

england/arthur kirkland

they call his name, to which he just replies with a "yes?"

barely looking up from an article in the papers that has caught his attention, england sees his love wearing his very own forest green uniform blazer. he takes a double take and just stares.

he wants to say they look fantastic, elegant, stunning, distinguished. all those wonderful discriptors of how great they look in this moment.

he blinks, looking away. england is clearing his throat and swallows hard before speaking: "you look nice," he kicks himself for not speaking up. "come sit." which is subtle wording for 'oh god, come sit next to me so i can be in your presense for a little while longer'

france/francis bonnefoy

france is not one to hide his feelings. he lets them manifest however he sees fit, which usually is on his face.

his eyes go wide when he sees that his love is wearing his clothes, rushing towards them to get a better look.

france give them compliment after compliment , admiring how it looks while they're wearing it, to commenting how the colors bring out their eyes.

"you already look good in whatever you wear, so it's only natural you look good in my clothes."

canada/matthieu williams

when they joke around with the idea of them "stealing" his clothes, canada welcomes them to dig through his closet anytime to find more clothes that they think will fit and/or look good on themselves

he didn't know what he was expecting them to find, but he didn't expect them to look this adorable while wearing them

"maybe you should wear sweatshirts more often, eh?"

russia/ivan braginski

he's confused on why they would want to wear his clothes since they are so big they'll just end up not fitting them.

"if you need to be warmer, just come to me for hugs, yes?"

he's not going to admit how much he adores seeing them wear clothes that big in size 🫢 nope

china/yao wang

he takes one look at them and figures 'no, this won't do' and takes them shopping immediately

they want to tell him that they weren't implying that they wanted a new wardrobe 😭 but all the beautiful expensive clothing inside the store was so captivating

"there, see? now you don't have to wear mine"

they kind of just wanted to see if china would think they were cute or not, but new clothes works good too ദ്ദി´▽`)

❥ axis

n. italy/feliciano vargas

"ve...since when do you look so stylish?" italy flirts with them

he thinks they look really cute in his clothes, although they are only slightly bigger on them

nevertheless, he invites them to borrow any of his clothes from his closet anytime <3

germany/ludwig beilschmidt

he's kind of just staring in awe. he hadn't realized that his clothes could look that big on somebody else.

in typical germany fashion, he asks for them to fold his clothing neatly after they are done wearing them

he steps away for a while with the image of them in his clothes stuck in his head. he can feel his own heartbeat speed up. verdammt. he thinks to himself. that was so cute. they're so cute...

japan/kiku honda

similar to china, japan sees this act as a subtle hint that his love wants to buy clothing just like his

"if you wanted to match shirts with me , you could have just asked..."

he thinks about it a second more and a visible flush of pale red appears on his face. japan begins to blush at the thought of you two wearing matching clothes/pyjamas 🫣

prussia/gilbert beilschmidt

doesn't think much of it other than the fact that of course they would want to wear his clothes...they're awesome, he's awesome

"are they comfy?"

he asks half jokingly. when they say yes, his smile widens and he tells them that they're welcome to wear his clothes all they want. maybe his awesomeness will rub off on them too

s. italy/lovino vargas

he wants to tell them that they look funny, dorky, and just outright ridiculous while wearing his clothes

oh, but he can't...he thinks that them wearing his own clothes is actually pretty adorable

"yeah, you're cute. now give them back." he huffs

that image of them will now replay in his head for the rest of the week day

[delusionalsturniologirl]

You lowkey seem funny asf 🤩 buuuttt since Im here already, maybe just some general headcanons for either matt or chris?

tihihi :))👍

chris sturniolo as a bf headcanons!!

author's note: thank youuu for the request 🙏 tbh i literally didn't know what to write so i hope you enjoy!! 🤍

warnings: swearing, overall nothing bad lol

━ chris is definitely a passenger princess, HANDS DOWN. he loves when you drive him places, resting his hand on your thigh or holding your hand while you're driving.

━ he spoils you a lotttt. everytime you even slightly express that you want something, the next day he has it in his hands, ready to give it to you. you always try and tell him to stop but you know he won't.

━ although your relationship is a secret from social media, he loves to show you off to his friends/people close to him. he wants everyone to know how pretty, smart and sexy you are!!

━ you guys will straight up just cuddle in his bed listening to music and not say a single word to each other. it could go on for hours and it's so nice to just relax with the person you love.

━ speaking of music, chris will always be forcing you to listen to lil skies with him and not the "gloomy ass lame shit that you like"

━ sometimes you go on double dates with matt and his gf, but most of the time matt and chris fight about where to go so you guys end up watching a movie at their house.

━ chris hates matching clothes with a passion. he finds it sooo fucking cringe and corny. you're lowkey disappointed but you see where he's coming from. except for halloween. halloween is the only exception.

━ you love taking 0.5x pictures of him and he finds it so goofy. you have a whole album on your phone just for 0.5x chris pics. you wanna post it on your instagram so bad but you know the fan girlies WILL come for your ass!

━ he pretends to hate pet names but sometimes you catch him calling you baby, and you love it. "did you just call me baby?" "...no."

— liv ☆

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I’ve Got You | JJ Maybank x Reader

Pairing: jj maybank x f!reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: struggling with financial burdens, y/n starts to crumble under the pressure. jj notices the girl he loves is hard on her luck, so he does everything he can to help fix it (requested)

Warnings: descriptions of financial struggles and depression, mild swearing

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A/N: hello everybody! it feels great to finally get out my first fic of the new year! things have been kinda crazy irl so I haven't had a ton of time to write, but I just wanna say I appreciate all of your support and patience. when I got this request it really hit home, so I hope the user who requested this enjoys! in other words, I can't wait for s3 of obx to drop this month, I've missed my blondie <3

It was all beginning to be too much. You aren’t quite sure how much more of this you could handle.

Flopping onto your bed, you try your best to not fall asleep right then and there. You’ve just gotten home from a long shift at work, and to say you're drained would be an understatement.

You're not really sure where it all started. At one point you were fine, dealing with finances and typical life whatsits, when suddenly it all came crashing down.

Bills and necessities started pilling up and for some reason everything seemed to be getting more and more expensive. You were doing everything you could; taking on another job, spending less, even selling things you no longer needed. None of it seemed to help, though. You feel like you're being buried under all the pressure, and it doesn't help that it's starting to take a toll on your mental health.

Days and days went by where you would do nothing but go from one job to the next, come home and do what you needed, and then fall asleep. It was all starting to blur, you can't even remember what life was like before this all began. It makes you feel so sad and stressed, but you're not quite sure what else to do.

You're supposed to be hanging out with the Pogues tonight, and you'd promised you'd go since you've missed the last three hangouts to either work or catch up on sleep, but you're struggling to even keep your eyes open right now. Honestly with everything going on lately, you haven’t been one to want to socialize anyways. You can feel yourself pulling away from your friends more and more, but you feel as if you can’t do anything to stop it.

Turning over on your side, you grab your phone and check what time it is. It's early-ish. You could totally rest your eyes for a bit before you get up. Today was just so exhausting, it felt like you pulled a double because one of your co-workers called off and you had to do all their work as well as your own. The whole thing was a total nightmare.

It wouldn't hurt to drift off for a while. If you're a little late to the hangout later it won't be the end of the world. Everyone would probably just brush it off. So far no one's caught on to what's happening in your life and somehow that soothes you. You'd hate to worry any of them, they each have their own problems to deal with and you're not gonna add to the list.

Everything would be fine eventually. Although, from what you can see, it all seems far from fine.

*****

There's a rapid and consistent buzzing coming from your left side, and the feeling has you bolting out of bed.

It takes you a second to regain your balance and whereabouts, but as soon as you do you find yourself filled with panic. It’s darker out now, much darker than it was earlier.

When your eyes adjust to the brightness of your phone you see notifications on top of notifications of missed calls and texts. They’re all from the Pogues wondering where in the hell you are. You were supposed to meet with them hours ago. Shit.

Quickly, you open the groupchat you have with everyone and send a simple but honest text.

Had work today and passed out as soon as I got home. Didn’t realize how late it was. Promise I’ll be at the next hang, sorry!

Hopefully it’s enough to ease their minds. It’s not like you lied either, you really did have work and passed out. Just because you didn’t wanna go in the first place doesn’t mean it’s any less valid.

The thought sort of jars you. You can’t ever think of a time where you didn’t want to spend every moment with your friends, whether it be to surf, party, or just sit with each other. You frown at how much things have changed. You miss-what feels like-the old days, you miss the old you.

Your phone lights up with countless more messages from the Pogues as they take in your response. It's all a bit overwhelming. So, too tired to care you silence your phone and toss it aside. Just like everything else that isn't work, sleep, or bills; you could deal with it later.

Stomach growling, you decide you should get up and try to find something to eat. Making your way to the kitchen you think over everything you have to choose from, which isn't much.

Opening the fridge, your thoughts are further confirmed. It's practically a ghost town in this thing. You haven't had a chance to stop at the grocery store lately so there's not a whole lot to make. It's not like you have the money to go anyways.

Sighing, you close the fridge door and try to be creative with your limited options. Before you can even start to brainstorm though, there's several knocks at the front door.

Your eyebrows knit in confusion as you wonder who in the world it could be. You're definitely not expecting anyone, especially this late at night.

Slowly creeping to the front door, you nearly jump as more incessant knocking rings out through the house. Looking through the peephole your nerves both settle and start up again at the sight.

It's JJ. You know exactly why he's here before you even open the door, and that thought alone makes you nervous. You really don't feel like explaining yourself any further than what you sent in the groupchat, but it looks like that's finally starting to be unavoidable.

"JJ,' you say as you open the door, feigning as much joy as possible to try and throw him off. "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? Y/N, what are you doing here? You were supposed to meet us hours ago and you never showed up."

The blonde lets himself in as he brushes past you. Blinking several times at the sudden intrusion, you close the door and begin to repeat yet again why you weren't there. "I told you-"

"No, don't. I don't want to her that bullshit excuse you sent in the groupchat because that's exactly what it is; bullshit."

Irritation flutters through your body as you take in JJ's words. "It's not bullshit, JJ! I did work today and just like I told you I passed out afterwards because of how exhausted I was! I can show you my damn timecard if you don't believe me."

Rolling your eyes you start to open the front door again, thinking it's high time JJ left. He's definitely overstayed his welcome if this is how he's gonna act.

"You know what? I think I would like to see your timecard. How about you show me all your timecards from the past week, month even!? Because it seems like all you do now is work."

The boy's words stop you in your tracks, hand on the doorknob. "I-I do not work all the time." You wince at your lack of confidence. You don't dare to turn towards JJ, knowing he'll instantly be able to tell you're lying.

"Yes you do, either that or you're lying to us, to me, about where you are every time we try to hang out or when I'm just checking in with you. There's clearly something going on." JJ's tone goes soft, concern seeping through his words as he continues. "Please look at me, Y/N."

Slowly, you turn towards him. You're trying your best to fight back tears, every instance of JJ or the others texting you flooding your mind. Every time you told them you had work when they tried to plan something or when you would cancel on them at the last minute when an extra shift opened up.

You thought you were doing good with hiding your problems and your excessive work and sleep schedule, but clearly you were wrong.

"There's nothing going on, J. I just get a lot of shifts at work, it's no big deal." Your voice gives at the end and you clear your throat to try and cover it up, but from the look on JJ's face, he's not believing any of it.

"C'mon, don't you think I know when there's something wrong with my girl?" The endearment has your eyes shooting to his, another sudden rush of emotion clogging your system. It's all too much to hold in, and you can feel the dam about to burst.

JJ apparently notices this too, because not a second later he's rushing forwards, his arms wrapping around you instantly. His warmth and familiar scent circling you.

The tears fall freely down your cheeks, soaking into JJ's soft, cotton shirt. Weeks worth of pent up emotion ravages your body, leaving you shaking and drained.

JJ leads you to the couch, sitting you both down but not letting go of you for even a moment. "Tell me what's wrong. I can't stand to see you like this."

Looking up at JJ, you try to regain your composure as he wipes away the tears on your cheeks. The subtle brush of his thumbs across your skin has you feeling warm and safe.

It's evident by the look on his face that the blonde isn't going to let this go. He'll sit here all night with you if he has to, that's how much he cares and how much he's worried about you.

There's a part of you, albeit small, that knows you should've confided in your friends about everything going on, should've confided in JJ at the very least. After everything you've been through together it should've been a given that you couldn't keep something from him for long.

Shaking your head, you try to think of where the hell to start. How do you just come out and tell someone you care so deeply for that you're struggling financially? Mentally? And that you have been for months?

Considering you don't even know where everything began, you just try you best to recount when it all started weighing heavily on you. You tell JJ about all the bills, about taking on a second job just to barely make ends meet. You tell him how depressed you've felt, how closed off, how tired.

It makes your heart hurt how JJ's eyes gloss over, how he shakes his head and scoffs in disbelief over everything. You know you're struggling badly right now, but to see how it effects someone when you finally say it all out loud makes it seem so much more real.

"I can't believe you've had to deal with all that, that you're still dealing with it." The blonde takes off the red hat he's wearing and runs his fingers through the waves that have been hidden there. "Why-Why didn't you tell me?"

Shrugging your shoulders, you bite your bottom lip to try and hold back the tears threatening to spill again. "I guess I just thought it wasn't worth it. I know you guys have things of your own to deal with, especially you, and I didn't want to add on any more burdens."

"Hey, no, none of that." JJ shakes his head and reaches out to hold your face within his hands. "Don't ever think that you can't come to me with something like this. Sure I've got a dead beat dad to deal with, but that's nothing I can't handle. I wouldn't let anything come between me being there for you. You're not a burden, not even a little bit. Especially not when you're dealing with something like this."

Overcome with emotions, all you can manage is a nod along with a smile, your heart feeing so full and so unlike what's it felt like for ages. Although everything is far from being solved, it's nice to know you have people to lean on, that there's someone who would do anything for you when it feels like you've been alone for so long.

Removing his hands from your face and wrapping them around you once more, JJ hums into the side of your head and you can't help but to let out a long sigh, trying to let go for just a moment and be here. It feels good to be wrapped in the Pogue's arms. To be honest, you could stay like this forever.

Before long, your mind is back to worrying about everything going on, about your difficult situation and how there seems to be no end in sight. "What am I gonna do, JJ?" You whisper while holding the boy a little closer, needing to feel grounded somehow.

Devastated by the broken sound of your voice and heartbreaking situation, JJ does his best to rack his mind of what he could do to help you. He'd offer you all the money he's got, but he knows you'd never accept it, not even as a gift. You're too proud and selfless to ever take money from anyone, especially not your best friends.

The boy grows restless, frustration and sorrow coursing through his body as your story replays in his mind. He can't wrap his head around how this has happened to you. Sure, it's not uncommon for those who live in Outer Banks, but the fact it's you rips him to shreds.

JJ thinks back on what he did when he was strapped for cash. Back to when he had to pick up the slack every time his old man went on a weeklong binge and didn't go to work for weeks on end. Suddenly, an idea comes to mind and the blonde rushes to offer it to you.

"What if-what if I talked to my boss to see if we can get you a serving gig or something where I work?"

You look up at JJ with skeptical eyes, not sure if what he's saying could really happen. "I don't know, J. I mean, are you sure? I tried to get in there when I was looking for a better job, but they weren't hiring."

"Yeah! I know I'm shit for a busboy but my word is good, and with your references you'd definitely get in! One of our servers just quit to go back to the mainland because she couldn't handle island life anymore, so it's perfect!"

You can't help the giggle that slips past your lips. This one sure has a way with words.

"C'mon, Y/N, it would be great for you. The pay is way better than the jobs you have now and the servers even get tips. You wouldn't have to have two jobs anymore and could worry a little less about bringing in money. The worst thing you'd have to deal with is the Kooks, but you know how to handle them better than anyone." A coy smile plays at the edge of JJ's pink lips. "Plus, you'd be able to see me a lot more too."

"Okay, I'd love that, thank you" you reply shyly. Looking away from JJ for a minute, you can't help the doubt creeping in all over again. "What if it doesn't work out, though? What if your boss already found someone. I can't be without a job, JJ. I need to make sure-"

JJ grabs your face, holding it in his hands just like he did earlier. The warmth instantly filling in the cold spots the fear began to create. "They didn't and you won't be. No matter what happens you still have the two jobs you've got now, but hell I'd quit and let you have my job if it means you can stop struggling with those. I mean it when I say, I've got you."

The boy flashes you a smile before leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on your forehead, doing anything to try and get you to feel better. Luckily, it works. You smile back and lean into one of his hands as heat rushes to your face.

"You really know how to make a girl feel better don't you, Maybank?" There's a hint of teasing in your tone, but you truly mean it as well. People may say JJ is a lot of things, but they can never say he's not a good friend.

"Anything for you, baby," he winks. Rolling your eyes, you push away from the blonde before he can get too cocky over the way he makes you feel. There's a smirk on your lips as you walk back towards the kitchen, stomach fluttering for more reasons than just being hungry.

Opening the fridge, you try to scrounge up an idea for what you can offer JJ. "You want anything to eat or drink? There's not much but I'm sure we can think of something."

"Yeah, starved! Forget cooking, though, you don't need to do all that. Let's go to The Wreck, you know I would die for one of Mr. C's burgers."

Laughing, you nod your head as you close the fridge and make your way to the front door. "That actually sounds amazing, let's go."

"Hey," JJ says, stopping you as you put your shoes on. "And don't worry, it's on me."

Tilting your head to the side, you look quizzically at the boy in front of you. "Kie's parents don't even charge us when we eat there?"

"Okay, yeah, but it's the thought that counts, right?"

"You're such an idiot," you laugh. JJ smiles at the sound and at the sight of your eyes gaining back a little bit of that sparkle he hasn't seen in a long time.

"But you still love me, though," he replies, not even needing to ask if that's true as he opens the door for you.

"I sure do."

As you make yourself comfortable behind JJ on his motorbike, you do your best to try and get your mind off everything. It's been hard to feel any sort of ease for as long as you've been dealing with this stuff, but with JJ it feels like for once you can just settle.

You have no idea if JJ's serving idea is gonna work out or what's gonna happen tomorrow. But you know at the end of the day you'll still have him, still have your friends, to help you figure it all out.

It's hard to open up about it all, but there's a part of you that knows it was the right thing to do with JJ. He's the greatest person you've ever met, and you wouldn't trade him for the world. And just like he said earlier, he's got you, and that's all that really matters.

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It's been a bit, so let's have a life and writing update! ✨

(Spoiler alert: I'm still writing! It's at a slower pace than I'd sometimes prefer, but I'm trying to embrace it.)

Life update:

To start with something that was both obvious to me but also a recent revelation - my irl imposter syndrome has been off the charts and unhealthy. While I thought I was taking care of myself, I was actually giving into the languishing and stagnation.

I knew I didn't feel as comfortable or confident as usual, but I didn't realize there were signs that were becoming obvious to others. Thankfully this came from people I trust and feel supported by. (Of course, now I'm fighting with the thoughts that say "this is proof you're not good enough, because you couldn't do it" and "you are enough, others see your potential and want you to succeed." 😅)

I'm also still digesting something I learned about myself in therapy, which I think contributed to the languishing - I don't share my feelings, including reaching out for help when I need it, because I (falsely) believe that my feelings don't matter.

While I know it isn't true, it's hard to let go of a belief and the wall it created while I was growing up. But I am still growing and I will replace that belief.

There are a lot of other thoughts and feelings I have right now, each with their own ups and downs, but I'm feeling more optimistic and clear-headed. And, finally, ready to reconnect with myself.

This feels like a right moment to bring us to the..

Writing Update:

I'm still writing and I don't plan on stopping. I know I churned out a lot of things much quicker earlier this year. As fun and enjoyable as that was, I think it's time for me to accept that wasn't normal or average for me. 😅 It's not healthy to keep comparing my present to my past.

All that to say, I'm still moving along! Also, one of my favorite childhood books was "The Little Engine That Could," so I'll keep embodying that cute blue steam engine. (But not in a way that will result in burnout. 😌)

Also, I'm going on a weekend trip to check out an Animal Crossing Aquarium Tour, so, uh, I probably won't post much this weekend too.

Alrighty, let's get in a WIP update:

A Line From Me to You is still in the works. I posted a poll and the results were to hold on until it was finished before posting the next part. I might interpret that as "wait until there's more smut," since I have a plan to wrap up this story with more than one steamy session.

...I started a Halloween fic a bit ago. It's mid-November, but I'm afraid that if I stop, I'll never go back to it. The story is like half or two-thirds finished at this point.

I'm thinking of doing a small December event. I have a topic in mind (cough double penetration december cough cough), but I'd like to have some sort of interactive element, while still being able to prepare ahead of time. I'm not completely committed to doing the event yet, but there's one idea that I'll definitely share no matter what. 🤭

I have a few things in my Inbox to get to! One is a request that I have written out, although it'll be in bullet points rather than a full fic. (Maybe I can get that out this weekend...)

CG Carnival. Jeez, this has been fighting me, but I have a good bit written, and outlines for everything else. I feel this story in my bones and I need to let it out.

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Wow, this turned into a whole LiveJournal update, huh? I guess it's time to wrap it up and get sappy.

Thanks for looking and for all of your support - no matter how visible or quiet it is. Truly, I really appreciate it all. 🩷🩷🩷

Keep caring for yourselves, even when it's hard or uncomfortable. Your feelings matter. Go at the pace that is right for you. And **** the clown.

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Joanna | My Lips Are Sealed | Platonic [Male Reader]

Dialogue prompt: "Paying won't be necessary."

While you are on guard duty, the wife of your superior and a Jew try to sneak into the dungeons of Herod’s palace.

Requested by J Bart

You flinch at the stench of mould stinging your nose as you walk up to Linius, giving him a nod in greeting. A grateful smile graces his features; he must be exhausted, especially since he had night duty. Linius appears to be very glad to see you to relieve him of his post. “Ah, (Y/n). Right in time. Any longer and I’d have gone as nuts as our prisoner.” 

He gestures at John — the Baptiser — who had been imprisoned after barging into one of Herod’s banquets and making a fool out of the tetrarch by calling him out on his behaviour. Herod Antipas, raised Jewish, did not follow Mosaic law. You weren’t very well-read when it came to Judaism, but it was clear that Herod’s lifestyle did not necessarily fit his upbringing. Either way, the Baptiser was imprisoned, and as far as you knew, they weren’t planning on releasing him any time soon, either.

Which honestly, you didn’t really mind. You’d never admit it to your superiors, but you liked the strange preacher in spite of his unconventional ways of getting his message across. John is straight to the point. Determined and faithful to the God he serves. You have seen your fair share of preachers before, but none as intriguing as John himself. Well, apart from the One he had been talking to you about. Even though you were Roman, John insisted that you’d go and see his cousin, Jesus of Nazareth, in Person. 

You don’t find a burden in guarding John at all, even looking forward to your shifts. He whispers stories about Jesus to you, and about the Kingdom of God, and in the light of your declining, merely traditional faith in your own deities, you want to know more and more. Perhaps that you believe, or eventually will, but it is clear that this is no ordinary Man that John is risking his life for. 

“I can take your next shift as well, then.” you offer. Although you try to make it sound like some kind of lighthearted suggestion, you’re frankly hoping that Linius will accept. 

“In need of extra salary? Or just trying to climb the ranks?” 

“I just have nothing better to do.” you tell him, which isn’t a lie. After all, what better place than to learn everything about this Kingdom that John preached? It is the closest to Jesus that you’d ever get.

“Very well then. I’ll see you in the morning, I guess.” 

“You owe me.” 

“See, there’s the catch.” Linius chuckles and points at you whilst he walks towards the other end of the hallway, nearing the corner. He looks over his shoulder one more time and smirks.

“Good luck. Hail Caesar.”

“Hail Caesar.” 

You repeat the words out of duty, for even though they sound hollow to you — especially these days — you have still sworn duty to Emperor Tiberius. 

Linius walks off and leaves you be. Straightening your back, you clear your throat as you approach John’s cell.

“Good evening, (Y/n).” he says with a grin. “Double duty, huh? Am I that interesting?” 

You can’t fight a chuckle. 

“Are you fishing for compliments?” 

John laughs lightly as he wraps his hands around the iron bars. “I’m flattered, honestly. So… Remind me where we left off last time.”

“Have you forgotten already?”

“Well, I haven’t, but I want to make sure that you have not forgotten, either.”

You hum and momentarily glance over to another cell from where a prisoner is staring at you; maybe he’s looking at John, you aren’t sure. For a moment, you wonder if any of them are taking the Baptist’s words to heart and if they weigh differently if one is either free or imprisoned. 

“We were talking about the origin of good and evil,” you tell John, “And how your God differs from our plethora.” 

“You haven’t been to the sermon.” John states. You shake your head.

“I tried to reschedule my patrol duty, but alas, it was out of my hands.” 

The Baptist hums and scratches through his beard. “It would have been valuable to you. But then, I reckon that Joanna will be able to report back to you about the sermon.”

“I don’t doubt it.” you respond with a small smile. Ever since your shared interest in John the Baptist and in turn the Jesus of Nazareth he has told the two of you about, you’ve been starting to form a bond of friendship, or mutual understanding at least. 

“So, when regarding good and evil, I had already established that God is the source of life itself, as well as everything that is pure. Evil only exists because God allows it to. He is not the creator of evil itself, but He allowed it because of mercy.” 

“Mercy? It doesn’t sound merciful to me to allow people to do bad things.” 

“Let me explain.” John continues, “If God wants people to follow Him, to genuinely love Him, they need to have a choice to not do so, either. Are you married, (Y/n)?” 

“I am.” 

“So, why do you love your wife?”

You smile a little, a fond spark inside your chest. “Well, because she is beautiful both inside and out, and we are a good match. A rare thing within our community, really. Most people wed out of political arrangement or convenience.”

John hums.

“That’s true. It happens in all cultures, don’t forget that. However, how are these marriages? Are both parties equally happy?” 

“Not always. A few others in my legion are not as fond of their wives as I am. Or they have multiple.” 

“So, do you reckon it’s healthy?”

You shake your head. “I suppose not.” 

“Would you consider those marriages to be based on genuine love?” 

“No.”

Then, John tightens his grip on the iron bars as he shifts closer to you. “Let’s say you were in one of these marriages. Not to your wife, but to a random woman. And she’d say to you, you are going to love me whether you like it or not. We are going to be together and this is just how it is going to be. What would you think of that? Would you truly love her?”

“I don’t think so. Some people say that one learns to love through marriage… But I don’t reckon it to be a good dynamic.” 

“Right.” John gives you a small nod. 

You turn a bit towards him without taking your presence away from the other prisoners. No matter that you’re here to listen to any word that John says, you’re still on duty and still responsible for their behaviour. 

“So, would you agree that choosing your own spouse is a better way to find real love?”

“Yes. If I can choose to marry or not marry a woman of my choosing, of course I’d marry someone that I care about. Someone I want to grow old with, for better and for worse.” 

John smiles. “Precisely. So, it’s the same with God.” 

You frown a little. “But that’s a different kind of relationship. You don’t get married to God, right?”

John chuckles lightly. “No, indeed, you don’t get married to Him. But He doesn’t want to force us to love Him. Because a mandatory love is not a real love. Does that make sense?” 

“It does,” you agree.

“So, for us to love God in a way that we truly desire Him with our hearts, there has to be an option to not choose Him. And because God is the sole source of everything good in the world, there has to be a way to freely choose what to do, also if what we choose isn’t good. We can’t be forced to do good things.”

You mull over the words.

“Of course it’s way more complicated than that, but I’m just trying to simplify things here.” John adds, grinning a bit. “There’s many conversations to be had about the source of evil, why God allows it to often hit the ones who love Him just as much as those who don’t, but I can’t risk flooding your brain with too many questions and answers at once, hm?” 

You chuckle. “I suppose not. It does make sense, and I’m looking forward to hearing more. For us Romans, it’s a little different. In our culture, good and evil is approached by looking at—” 

Right when you are about to tell John your side of the story, you hear the door to the dungeons open and fall shut again. You quickly straighten out, standing at attention, appearing to be on full alert regarding your duty. When the familiar face of Joanna appears around the corner, you feel yourself relax a bit.

She smiles at you, then looks over her shoulder at someone, a rather shaken looking young man with unruly dark curls, whose gaze is focused upon the cell where John is standing. 

Joanna holds something in her palm, and you have an inkling that you know what it is.

“It will be… Embarrassing to me if you tell anyone about my visit, or my friend being with me.”

“Not to worry. I won’t say a word to anyone.” you muse. 

The Roman woman holds a satchel of money against your hand. A heavy purse, you can tell by the way the coins clink together.

“Paying won’t be necessary.” you reassure her with a small shake of your head. “You were never here. I wholly understand that you’ve brought a former student of John here. Would you… Would you mind if I stayed to listen, too?” 

Joanna smiles, pocketing the satchel of coins again. 

“Not at all. Bygones, it would make no sense to send a willing audience away.” 

“John said that you attended the sermon. I’d like to hear about it, too.” 

She nods. “I’ll tell you everything. Come on, Andrew.” Then, she brushes past you with the man named Andrew in tow, whose eyes have not left the Baptiser.

“John?” his voice wavers as he halts in front of the cell. “John, are you alright?” 

“What are you doing here?” John breathes as an excited look comes over his face, his eyes glittering as they settle on his friend. “Who allowed this?”

“No one.” Joanna whispers. “We should be quick.” 

“I’ll be fine.” John assures, “Think of it this way - I've never got to sleep in a palace before.” It lightens the mood, and both men chuckle lightly. “But what are you doing here?” 

“I’ve been so worried,” the curly-haired man says, “Praying for you every day.” 

“You’ve got a new Rabbi now. The Rabbi. Focus on Him. And hopefully I'll be able to as well soon enough.” 

John gestures at Joanna, causing you to turn to the woman.

“She came to me in distress after Herod arrested me. Not for my sake. She was angry I didn't call out her husband's adultery when I accused Herod.” The Baptiser laughs lightly. “She’s proving an apt pupil. And my friend (Y/n) here, too. Did you talk to Him, Joanna?” 

Joanna steps closer to the cell and quietly speaks. “Yes. I told Him everything you told me.

“Thank you, but that’s not as important. What do you think of Him?” 

A large smile spreads over her lips as she looks at Andrew, at you, then back at john.

“I... I don’t know how to describe it.” She breathes in awe.

“Like you are grateful for food and didn’t realise you’d been starving.” 

“That works.” She giggles. 

“Anything new?” 

You perk up your ears, wanting to drink in everything about Jesus.

“So much.” Andrew says. 

“Tell me what He said.” John urges.

“Nothing that made sense.” Joanna pipes up, “Everything backwards— the poor, the grieving, the meek, all elevated.”

“Blessed.” 

“Yes! And other things reversed... Love your enemies. Who can love their enemy?!”

“He can. What else?” 

Joanna is beaming as she continues. Your heart hammers in anticipation.

“Bizarre imagery, like... Something about pearls before pigs, and logs in eyes...” Andrew adds.

“Salt, murder, rain... God feeding the birds, houses on sand...” 

“He’s almost as strange as you, John!”

“Oh, I wish I were as strange.” John murmurs. “How many people were there?”

“Thousands.” Your heart rears at the notion of thousands of people listening in to the sermon of the Rabbi you’ve been hearing so much about.

“Thousands… Wonderful. Wonderful!” the Baptiser whispers in awe. “What else?” 

“John.” Andrew firmly states. “What can we do for you? How—how can I help you?” 

Deciding to give the two some privacy, you decide to step away. Joanna follows you to give them some space to converse, and for a moment, you’re torn between listening in and speaking to the woman next to you, whose face has started to glow happily ever since seeing Jesus of Nazareth in person.

“Joanna,” you whisper. “Can you tell me all about this later? I want to know everything there is to know. What you have learned is so valuable. We… We should really get our hands on their texts, I… I want to know more. I need to know more. I… I don’t even know what to say.”

Joanna grins at you. “It rejoices my heart to hear how eager you are, (Y/n).” She squeezes your shoulder. “I agree. We should see when we can speak more about this… After all, there is much to be learned. But you should really come and see Him some time. I’m not sure when I will be able to speak to Jesus again, but… I’d really like you to come with me next time.” 

You eagerly nod. “Yes. Yes please.” 

Joanna hums and for a moment you have a moment of meaningful eye-contact, establishing your newfound kinship further, rooted in something that goes beyond the understanding of you both. 

Turning back to the prisoner and his secret visitor, you focus back on what they’re saying.

John gives his former student a look. “So if you want to help me… Andrew?” The curly-haired man looks up, “If you want to help me... Listen to Him. Go home, and do what He says. That's what I want… Got it? Now, let Joanna get you out of here so you don't join me.” 

Joanna and you watch the two with soft smiles on your face. Andrew blinks away tears as he steps away from his imprisoned friend. “Adonai be with you, John.”

“And with you, Andrew. Always. Shalom shalom.” 

“Shalom shalom. Until we meet again.” 

With a heavy heart, Andrew walks towards Joanna to be escorted out. 

He gives you a small nod, which you mirror, and Joanna smiles before turning towards the exit. 

As the two walk off, you pivot to the Baptist, who gives you a kind look. “Well, that was refreshing. It was good for both of us.” You nod in agreement before John carries on. “I think you should talk to Joanna about this later. I’m sure she’s got plenty more to tell you.” 

“I was already planning on it.” 

John hums and smiles. “Good. And don’t forget to report back to me, alright?” 

“I wouldn’t dare.”

Amusement glitters in his eyes when you look at him. “Now, you have a good while of your duty left before you’ll be relieved. How about you make your rounds and return here so we can continue our conversation where we left off, before we were so… Rudely interrupted?” 

You snicker and nod.

“Of course, I’ll be right back.”

With a quick stride, you head through the dungeons to make sure everything is in order, glad to have offered Linius to take over his shift as well. 

The more you learn about God, about this Jesus of Nazareth, the hungrier you are becoming, and you have a feeling that there is only one decision left to make.

[alessabriel]

Hi, can I mame an Tokyo Revengers request? I hace this idea on my mine for so long... like Kisaki and Hinata get married and have a girl which is reader-chan and so reader-chan is 19 years old and she is in love with her uncle Naoto and she wants to be a detective like her uncle so Naoto just gives her some private classes like how to use a gun so Naoto teaches her how to and how to position to shoot so there a slight sexual tension between them and like reader-chan always train with him every day and she just falls harder for Naoto till one day she asks him to go to prom with her and since Naoto can't say no to anything her niece says he goes with her to prom and dances with her then one of reader's best friends drunken spills out reader's secret crush on Naoto and reader just like froze and feeling shame overtake her runs away and Naoto goes after her and found her sitting on a bench crying and feeling awkward she felt and Naoto sits next to her and tries to comfort her but end up making everything more awkward then when reader is about to go away knowing her uncle won't love her back, Naoto pulls her to him and kissed her saying he loves her too then they both have sex and hours later Naoto takes reader home and then Hinata asked them why do they look so disheveled and like they were running an marathon Naoto and reader just looked at each other nervously before Naoto says that they did a little running with double meaning and reader just kicks him lightly and then Kisaki starts to get suspicious about them and the rest I leave it up to you

I am very happy to have a request and late, although I feel that in the end it was simply very random, idk. I hope you like it and if not also tell me without any problem

c:

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Of temptations and fantasies... come true – Naoto Tachibana x NieceReaderKisaki!

The account of the life of the Kisaki couple who were happily married was wonderfully complemented by a precious newborn. Truth be told, they both went through a lot of conflicts and problems during the early years of their marriage but they both worked hard to do better for each other. Kisaki Tetta and Hinata Tachibana, sooner rather than later figured as the example to follow in their circle of friends as the couple most in love, only Tetta could put stars in Hinata's eyes and only Hinata managed to get some visible emotion out of Tetta.

They were meant for each other, they learned it over time and from that point on they could only fall more in love with each other every day.

Knowing that about marriage, no one was taken by surprise when the news of a pregnancy came out and they could be seen more than content and happy, they were the happiest couple that their acquaintances and friends could see.

It was an enlightening, new stage that united the Kisaki couple too much.

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Hinata adored her new stage as a mother, her baby was simply the most precious baby that could exist and her heart melted every day to see how her husband lived with, in her husband's words, "the most beautiful princess in the universe" in such a way tender and fatherly. He could glimpse how Tetta strove for her daughter, and for her, how even when he came home exhausted from her work he still cared for her sweet angel of hers and talked long and hard with her. Before, he considered it impossible to fall in love with someone every day, but Tetta achieved the impossible and even did so years after their courtship began, which culminated in a happy family.

She had never imagined having a family to love unconditionally but Tetta had been the one for her and he was perfect, not for other people but for her and her precious baby he was the perfect husband and father.

Her life over the years became peaceful and comfortable, she could not help but smile proudly when she saw the photo that was above the fireplace every time she entered the house (she can still clearly remember in her teenage courtship years when she was not Tetta's girlfriend having told him a detail of one of his dreams, and said dream was of having a house with a fireplace because he imagined himself in front of it with the family he would choose and he still remembers the response of his friend at that time "whoever I loved you, I hope you what you want so much Hinata', he had said it so matter-of-factly without even looking her in the eye because he continued outlining the homework maps for both of them because she would fill them with color because he wasn't good at it) a photo of their house where they came out everyone in your family; she sitting on the porch of a rustic cabin where her husband was next to her sitting one step below with their sweet baby girl in her arms and both smiling at the camera leaning on the front of the dark green off-road jeep. That had been the most disastrous but perfect vacation that she could remember she had had as a family, and if they had had vacations in luxury hotels, even though it seemed to her and her daughter sometimes something very expensive and always receiving the same response;

“My family will always have the best”

It was endearing how Tetta made an effort for both of them and she also placed herself on her part, as a teacher and right hand of her husband in her company. They both wanted to give her a comfortable, comfortable, warm life with everything her daughter needed from unconditional love to her basic needs. Never forgetting to make her feel loved, part of her family and that she had people to trust her, hers two parents of hers who would adore her with her soul but she would have the sense when necessary. None wanted to repeat their parenting patterns, because although they were not the same, they had the characteristic in common that they never felt completely confident or safe at home.

It was a promise when they heard the first beats of her daughter's heart.

A promise they kept out of love, not commitment. And Hinata could only record in her memory memories of her family, from the mundane ones where her husband fell asleep with his sweet angel on top of him sleeping, both so disheveled as a result of the total cleaning of the house and still perceiving the aroma of food. landlady dancing in the air to where they went out to dinner like every month well dressed at a restaurant where they knew their daughter would make faces at such small food only to smile big when she saw her favorite burger with all the accompaniments her stomach wanted.

Simply put, her life was what she never managed to dream awake or asleep, and who least expected it gave it to her with open arms and a warm heart.

And at that tiny moment, at that moment when she saw her husband still wearing his pajamas and frowning (because he always forgot his glasses in the mornings when he had nothing to do) carry her daughter with one arm while they both cooked , both silently admiring as the bacon sizzled in the skillet over medium heat and their daughter; [Name] in her hand holding the spatula just the same in pajamas with the same frown. Hinata crept closer before surprising them both by hugging them before kissing Tetta sweetly on her cheek and her sweet daughter on her little nose.

"I love you more every day my loves"

And if Hinata hadn't fallen more in love with her family, when she saw them smile it was the signature of her life sentence.

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Kisaki Tetta never imagined himself a father, but now as he kept his daughter company after picking her up from school at the supermarket, looking for the shopping list for her birthday and at the same time for her uncle's welcome, watching how he spoke to her without Neither fear nor fear (as he remembered his parents) warmed his heart in a way that success in any of his goals gave him and he felt complete, comfortable.

"Dad, what's this guy's name again?" questioned the young woman, stopping before closing her black pen with an engraving of their respective initials and cherry blossoms on the black surface of the pen, a gift from her father in the form of a joke but that I love along with her digital tablet " I don't remember it at all and that sucks."

Tetta just smiled amused and reached from the shelf for the package of spices that her daughter was pointing at with her finger with perfectly made nails in a color that she remembers buying from you on one of her trips that was her favorite before throwing it into the shopping cart. He could only smile imperceptibly thinking that at his daughter's sixteen years he really thought outside the 'norm' according to your age, the same one that he had memories of listening to you complain at length with his circle of friends, all according to his wife as 'elders' but she was a part of all of them and her daughter.

"His name is Naoto Tachibana and he is your uncle on your mother's behalf" he answered pushing the cart with the figure of his daughter advancing next to him reading the small notebook in his hands analyzing the shopping list that his mother had given him before going to school so that when you left they could go shopping together, because in his wife's own words he didn't know how to shop. Tetta did not feel offended at all, he knew how to cook wonderfully but making specific purchases was a problem because according to his logic the more expensive was better when, sometimes it was not like that and he was not willing to make his mother go buy something again annoying "If I remember correctly, he had to complete a few years working in another region as a police officer before being in his current position"

[Name] just hummed in response not caring much about this specific guy's life, not when he saw her mom being disappointed in her when she always canceled on her birthdays, vacations and/or special occasions. It was only clearly interesting because he was in the branch that he wanted to take and study, just that and nothing more.

"It doesn't take away from the fact that it's still annoying, we won't go to dinner like we always do because of him" the young Kisaki muttered slightly indignant just as she caught the freshest vegetables in her hands and deposited them in the shopping cart, which suddenly little was filling up "Mom had already chosen our outfits to combine and go to dinner, it's certainly something unfair, don't you think so dad?"

The older Kisaki just sighed, he certainly felt annoyed about it because his reservation was given to his friend; Hanma Shuji and his wife, it was better than him being wasted. But Hinata was glad to finally be able to see him again, and it was what mattered more she would not lie to her daughter hiding her opinions or thoughts from her. She wanted to form a strong person who would not keep her opinions for the good of others, even hiding them from loved ones, and she had to lead by example.

"I would say that it is more annoying than unfair, those reservations although I can get them back is not the same and your mother is happy with this visit"

"It doesn't take away the annoying thing about this matter, dad"

“I know daughter, but you can ask him about the police academy and the process to go up in it, don't you think? She can even give you gun handling lessons later on.”

With annoyance [Name] I just say before putting the list in his pants pocket and going for the last one, it would be a new night but definitely not a good one.

The good thing in [Name]'s eyes was that her mom would cook and she cooked deliciously.

(…)

The day went by as normal except [Name] found herself stuck in the kitchen helping her mother cook her uncle's, father's, mother's and her favorites. But it was nice, everyone in the family cooked and spent time together. To then go to her room just two hours after her uncle got home and even though it was annoying, she just ruled it out since it was just someone who only heard stories about her mother and a certain lack of interest on the part of her father. So the little she knew about her left her completely adrift, and certainly disinterested in her simple existence, so once she was ready, she left her room making sure to leave her pajamas ready. Crossing the corridor with light steps with a better spirit, he greeted her parents who she saw through the double doors of her room from one side to the other looking for clothes or selecting objects from the dresser and both answered the greeting with a slightly tired smile.

Time passed very slowly that the firstborn of the Kisaki-Tachibana couple did not notice since she was extremely concentrated with her calligraphy practice on the special leaves.

Such was the abstraction of the young woman that she lost herself in the practice of it; slowly sliding the brush firmly and carefully over the special sheet, to the point that when I hear the bell ring I jump into place violently throwing black ink on the sheet and on her face, at the same time that I hear her father's request to open the door but not before seeing who it was. With a sigh and trying to relax, he stood up, tearing the pages from the special notebook, splashing more ink in the process, but he went to open it anyway, but not before standing on tiptoe to look through the peephole, catching the sight of a tall man in a suit and hair. man with a relaxed air standing at the entrance of the house. [Name] really felt confused upon seeing the man, and so she activated the microphone coupled with the doorbell, inhaling in anticipation before speaking firmly but softly.

"Good afternoon, who is it?"

Outside the Kisaki house was Naoto Tachibana who, ignorant of her niece, was waiting patiently for the door to be opened but a soft and firm voice emerged from the microphone, it was an almost hypnotic voice that dazzled her ears in an almost impossible way and it was captivating, but he didn't recognize her. She could remember a voice of such caliber and before she finally answered she caught a glimpse of the door being flung open by her sister; Hinata, behind him, stood a young woman with arms crossed and an innocent but dazzling look of hostility and distrust. But she still managed to look cute even with black spots in certain areas and she tried not to smile, she had a feeling that if she did, the young woman would be furious.

“Naoto! What a joy to see you after such a long time” she exclaimed full of happiness before urging him to enter the house pointing out the pair of slippers completely to be inside the house “We have to catch up, my husband is answering a call. [Name] please take care of him for a few minutes while I come back or your dad comes down”

Naoto observed how you affirmed your mother and perhaps he was guided by something that he really did not know he was feeling but that ran through him, and because she did not move, she only saw him with attentive eyes, but he only took the handkerchief out of his pocket and with He delicately cleaned the tip of the upturned nose of what he supposed was his niece.

"Is it normal for you to have paint stains?" Naoto questioned, amused, gently taking the minor's face, holding her chin between his index fingers and thumb, feeling the smooth and slightly cold skin on his fingertips to clean the paint or ink stains, striving to remove the stains, leaving a perfectly clean complexion “There you are perfect and clean”

With a pout [Name] she just quietly thanked her uncle and left for the kitchen when her father came down from her, feeling self-conscious and slightly embarrassed at the first meeting.

For Naoto, that meeting was extremely pleasant, although Kisaki didn't quite like him, he saw how he adored his niece and sister, so he behaved politely. But meeting her niece was a complete pleasure, learning about her and her hobbies, her tastes, and what he wanted to study.

Was nice.

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After the first meeting, Naoto began to be present in the life of her sister and her family. According to her own words, she had to make up for a lot of lost time with her first and only niece, which in one way or another made [Name] feel special. . So they both started going out together, taking short trips and sharing quality time and the Kisaki couple had time for themselves without neglecting her daughter.

It was a win-win.

[Name] as time went by she saw her uncle a little more deeply, far from the conception of annoyance or hostility, now it was nice to spend time with him, she felt special and unique when she was the center of his attention but she supposed it was to be expected. Everyone would feel special to be the center of someone's attention, right? All of her friends answered yes, that she was normal and her best friend even more so.

And the last nail that closed the coffin of his normality was at his seventeenth birthday party, his celebration was made especially by his uncle that covered a whole week that tied with a business trip of his parents, so it was like a ring to the finger. Clearly her parents didn't forget her birthday but it was a small and warm celebration (which [Name] adored with her soul) that her Uncle Naoto might not be able to attend, which made the young Kisaki completely infuriated with the same bad mood that vanished. in a matter of seconds when he received messages from his uncle explaining that he was preparing his gift and surprise for his birthday enlivened with some photos where [Name] could see his uncle's arms, the same arms that he found himself looking at too much; she could clearly see the veins highlighted in her skin and the lean muscles of her arms, the same arms that she could carry without any problem.

Everything was wonderful.

The gift he received was a complete tour of the police agency that was strangely slightly empty, the same for which only the two of them wandered around the entire place in which the young woman was curious, they asked more than a thousand questions to each person who she saw on her way dazzling those who conversed with her.

Everyone praised what a good guy Agent Tachibana was.

Naoto certainly enjoyed that surprise, just seeing his niece enchanted and fascinated by everything, questioning and being curious almost like a feline that had the prey of her taste imprinted on her eyes. The only thing that he didn't like was how a certain sector of the Agency paid more attention to her sweet niece, admiring her body for more than the necessary time, and that infuriated him. His little niece was someone who was aware of everything but was distracted and fascinated by the talk of someone from the agency's intelligence, so at that moment Naoto, without much mediating his actions, hugged her from behind, surrounding her shoulders with a hug. arm languidly feeling her shudder and the delicate ecstatic whisper.

Nobody suspected anything when more than half of the agents were fired.

That tour only further fueled [Name]'s desire to start in the police force and be like her uncle.

"I want to be like your uncle" the younger one squealed excitedly hugging the older Tachibana once they were in the underground parking lot of the agency "It's so cool and interesting, even the paperwork seems amazing to me"

Naoto could only smile at his niece's happiness, but feeling somewhat disturbed by the softness of her chest and how with those innocent and bright eyes they admired him from below, almost with genuine adoration and how her plump lips caught his attention so much, even more so with that sticky chocolate gloss.

The rest of the surprise was the stay in a five-star hotel on the outskirts in the middle of nature where her parents would meet them.

Little did Naoto know that this week would be her utter undoing.

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"Hold the weapon well" the older Tachibana instructed with a firm voice, standing right behind his niece.

[Name] breathed in and out carefully before steadying her right hand on the butt of the gun and her left hand for support, feeling her uncle's larger and more experienced pair of hands on her waist and hips next to her leg between her own. adjusting his posture.

"Well done my girl" praised the eldest before directing his hands towards his niece's firm grip on the weapon before only positioning them well and strongly inhaling her aroma so kind and sweet for her perfume, I blinked slowly and with a soft whisper spoke then "Now"

And as if that were an order, the minor repeatedly pulled the trigger, hitting every important area on the shooting range dummy, culminating with a shot to the head that earned her a hug from behind.

"You have done it perfectly" and said praise was enlivened with a delicate kiss on the one hundred of the minor.

Just a family member loving his family.

That had been your eighteenth birthday present, a shooting session with your uncle and your dad's gun, the same gun that Naoto blindsided because it had your initials engraved on it, which was just an emblem of what you were. heiress.

And you just slipped under your uncle's skin in a devious way.

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At nineteen [Name] had become, in Naoto's eyes, a simple and plain temptation; a well-formed body due to the arduous training she decided to undergo before entering the academy, coupled with the constant study of the disciplines that were required as a requirement, and she was beginning to show herself as a strong and independent woman.

It was a delight to her sore eyes.

He could still hear his brother-in-law's anger when he witnessed disrespect towards his eldest daughter, which he knew would bring serious consequences and perhaps he used the power he already had in his hands to ignore some other human loss, after all scum like that would only return reality the disgusting things they spit out and benefited the rest.

It was a tacit agreement between the entire corporation of her brother-in-law and hers.

Maybe that's why she was so defensive when she felt her dear niece hang on her arm so beautifully, how her breasts pressed against her arm and she behaved like a sweet bride on an outing. with her partner. Naoto pinched himself every time he thought that, he was inappropriate and taboo. But he couldn't help it she was perfect in her eyes her attractiveness of hers, elegant in the dazzling youthful radiance, playful, flirtatious and overly intelligent, she allowed no disrespect towards her person let alone none vexation of her

She was the woman of his dreams, the same woman who was also his niece.

Naoto had given fundamental importance to each birthday of his niece and spared no expense for her total enjoyment, did he want some craving at midnight? She didn't have to leave the house, he himself sent it to her, she wanted to go shopping for clothes but none of her friends could go with her? Not to mention the departure was scheduled, did she want to feel what it was like to hold a weapon in her pretty hands? He allowed it only if he was guiding his smooth and delicate hands in how to handle a weapon, was his sister limiting him and forbidding certain things? He talked to Hinata without problem manipulating to his liking and way to make her feel comfortable (he knew that his brother-in-law would do the same because as much as they both loved Hinata he had some archaic ideas), he wanted to talk to someone at midnight ? Through her cell phone, her number was always available to you and if he was there in person, he had no problem with going for her and taking him for a ride in the car, did he have any questions that he was embarrassed to ask someone else? He could answer it without fear. And he himself noticed his complete willingness to spend time with him.

"Does this dress suit me Naoto?"

And I loved how his name emerged from your lips, affectionate and flirtatious alike, always playing with him. Naoto really controlled himself well but seeing you in a beautiful dress that accentuated your figure and exposed one of your legs just stunned him in the best possible way.

"Is it a dress for your graduation sweetie?" questioned the older Tachibana adjusting his pants uncomfortably.

While the young Kisaki, with her gaze fixed on the mirror, moved looking for each angle to admire how the dress hugged her figure, observing out of the corner of her eye how Naoto adjusted his position as he sat on the sofa in the large fitting room where they met and at the same time accommodated his pants, were actions that he caught out of the corner of his eye that perhaps communicated to him that it was not just a merely one-sided attraction.

"Yep, I want to see from now to see the price-"

Before the younger one could finish, the older one approaches her with silent steps from behind, covering her smaller figure with his larger body, admiring her reflection and with careful hands adjusting the neckline properly over her breasts. Actions that made the minor blush because she could see the image of her voluptuous chest with rigid and hard nipples that were seen through the fabric thanks to the lack of a bra, all because of Naoto's larger hands that seemed to cover the entirety of her legs. her breasts.

"I'll buy it for you love" Naoto assured whispering into her niece's ear, savoring the sweet aroma of her perfume and her shampoo on her skin, everything about her smelled delicious.

She was the forbidden fruit that she wanted to devour.

"N-naoto it's not necessary and-I-"

Certainly the older man enjoyed making his niece nervous, it was a game of cat and mouse that he enjoyed in the best way. Although it was more like playing with a somewhat lazy cat for a while.

"I want to do it, you asked me to accompany you to the prom and the least I can do is consent to it, don't you think it's beautiful?"

Naoto admired how his sweet girl only nodded her head before hugging him to hide in his chest, and she couldn't ignore how nervously she moved her hips, highlighting her well-formed ass even more, she felt disgusting but that sensation subsided when she felt the [Name]'s warm breath against her neck and a timid kiss on her skin, I slowly savor the texture of her lipstick and the firmness of her grip.

"Thanks dude"

Just as the illusions rose they fell, being a few days away from the prom.

(…)

Naoto hadn't attended her own prom because she really didn't like social events but she would do it for her, even more so when she found out from her that her "friends" were planning to prank her and her friend so her Her mere presence had scared them away from the graduation ceremony where their precious girl looked her best.

And right now hours had passed since the ceremony, being now in the ballroom, it was more than obvious and expected that Tetta, being what she is, would reserve a private table for her eldest daughter and her only friend for what she was now at the table watching as the rest danced or made disfigurements (more than one made an uncomfortable face), the youngest was leaning on his shoulder with the slippers removed from his feet (he had them on his side) and you played with the thread that you managed to loosen from his suit, while his friend drank.

Time passed slowly to the point where some were already asleep.

Except for the friend of the younger Kisaki, who, being under the influence of alcohol, stopped to look at the scene in front of him; Her best friend was leaning against her uncle's side who absentmindedly played with the edge of her dress, they were both a sensational couple and in her eyes they both had feelings. In her drunken stupor I thought it safe to say, I was doing them a favor.

"They make such a cute couple!" the Hanma boy squealed excitedly smiling at the couple unaware of his best friend's panicked face "It's a relief that [Name] is also sooooo in love with you Naoto, he talks about you all the time and actually wants to work in the police like you for you. Even in art class, ta has drawn many times but she always stains your face with oil paints at the end…mooooo she's a great artist I see her being a forensic cartoonist"

Before Naoto could properly process the information suddenly received, she felt the warmth of her alien body leave and only saw a blur run out of the falco where they were. It all came out in a matter of seconds for the Hanma boy to be knocked unconscious by alcohol.

Seeing how the younger one came out without shoes, the older Tachibana picked up her slippers and left behind her. Naoto chased her for more than half an hour avoiding unfunny people and security guards (all from Tetta) until in the back garden she heard low sobs, almost dreamlike due to her low and almost angelic volume. She followed the sound until she saw you with your back sitting at one end of the bench, hugging your knees, apparently because of your hunched position. Her heart was destroyed as they left your soul in your tears so she silently sat on the other end of the bench leaving your heels in the middle.

"Do you think I'm filthy Uncle Naoto?" questioned the youngest barely managing to speak in the middle of her crying.

Naoto knew that it was a very vulnerable and delicate moment for both of them, because she couldn't lie to herself that her heart didn't beat wildly when she heard your feelings and she let go of that limit, what should happen would happen but it would never hurt you.

"So we're gross together don't you think?"

That simple sentence gradually stopped the crying of the minor who carefully weighed her next words.

"R-Right? You're not just being nice because of my feelings."

"That would mean hurting you and I would never dream of hurting you, it just happened" Naoto began, looking at the garden of the living room, some lights scattered across the grass giving the illusion of fireflies and he remembers taking a picture there, which is his new wallpaper "From a moment to moment you were the nicest person I could live with, you understood me when I didn't, you are understanding and kind. Little by little you slipped into my heart, I can't imagine not loving you [Name] but the decision and the one you take anyway I will love you, yes?"

And the warmth returned Naoto felt his niece lean on him while holding her hand tenderly, you felt the nerves leave his body.

"I want you to be with me, please. Live by your side every first time"

After that sentimental talk, they both began to talk more, to focus on both of them to the point that it was already midnight when a guard told them that it would take half an hour for the dance to end. [Name] helplessly pouted but appreciated the information and when she was ready to put on her heels Naoto was kneeling before her with the heels in one hand.

"I feel like a princess Naoto" the youngest said between giggles watching how Naoto adjusted her heels properly at home and got her dress ready "And do you know what it takes?"

"That-"

The youngest sealed her lips with those of the oldest, entrenching her hands in the other's neck. Naoto still on his knees felt the slightest hint of her niece's shy tongue and that was the beginning of the end of her, urging her to get closer to her, he held her against hers and kissed her for real; exploring her tender mouth with her tongue, and sullying her lips. Before separating and hiding his niece when he saw some boys go by.

"Let's go to the car love"

Neither of them knew how he had managed to get to the car, let alone drive, but they did; they were in an empty parking lot both in the car with the seats folded back. Naoto firmly held her girl's wide hips against her own, feeling part of the pants soaked in the lubrication and her squirts, she still savored on her tongue the clear sweet taste of her squirt directly in his mouth. she.

"N-naoto"

Just when she was about to get real fucking and not rubbing like animals, a cell phone rang. The older Tachibana fed up turned off the cell phone next to his girl's and threw them on the floor of the car to focus on the voluptuous breasts to suck and eat.

"It's only the beginning angel"

It took a few more minutes to get to her apartment, the light from the house projected an almost celestial halo over the skin of the minor, she looked like an angel in full sin; she was leaning against the kitchen counter with her back arched and a cock deep inside her her dress still crumpled at her waist. They had finally managed to get condoms and a better place.

"V-very sensitive N-naoto" the younger yelled trying to get her to leave her clit alone but she only received harder and firmer caresses "F-feels very good"

"I thought that was a lot for you?"

And the work continued, the younger felt her orgasm knotting in her body to go all over her and with the way Naoto fucked her, he only made her squirt and sob in need, they were just about to return but the older man's libido was greater .

Until they felt fully satisfied and although the minor will fix herself up as much as possible she still seemed disheveled and disheveled, but there was no other option and they had ignored more than ten calls.

The way back was full of tender and somewhat suggestive kisses, but they arrived just at dawn at the Kisaki house where, the moment the door was opened, Hinata wrapped her daughter in a hug asking about her well-being, if anything had happened. happened, if she had fun and because they arrived so disheveled but he pulled her towards the living room where they would talk about their night.

That left Naoto right in front of Tetta's judging gaze, who with her gaze swept him from top to bottom finding many signs of the obvious but he wasn't the saint to say anything.

"If you make her suffer, they will only find your head"…

[sunny-reis]

hi! can i request akito shinonome x reader where they get into an argument? maybe it takes them a few days to make up because akito is stubborn and reader is a bit shy and overthinks like "what if he doesnt want me anymore" or whatever. oneshot please..! thank you, and have a nice day!! dont write if you dont wanna :)

oneshot - post-argument tension w/ akito

i wish i never ever told you all about it, but i just had to let you know; never meant to hurt you, tho

notes: pjsk req woohoo 🤠 i'm not sure if you wanted them to make up after the whump so ,.,,.,. we ball lmao

tags: gender-neutral reader, you're friends with ena, an, and kohane

word count: 1,987

thirteen hours and twenty-six minutes.

that’s how long you’ve gone without hearing the familiar ding! of a message from akito. it’s almost half past nine now, you note, double-checking the small alarm clock on the side table by your bed. it's been more than half a day since you’ve talked to the redheaded idiot you call a boyfriend, and you can't help but be pissed (and worried sick, but you're too angry to think about that right now. he doesn't deserve my worry, you think).

it all started late yesterday, when he was supposed to come over to your place after his afternoon dance practice – the two of you had made plans to visit a cute new bakery opening on main street. needless to say, he completely ignored your texts and calls, replying hours later with a simple “sorry, i forgot. catch up with you later.” being human, you replied with a series of passive-aggressive texts, inevitably leading to an explosive argument. you sat on the couch for what felt like hours after, kicking around the stupid cow plushie he won you at a summer fair now on the ground. how hard is it to call ahead? or keep a stupid promise?

and so, here you are, listening to music in bed and staring emptily at the ceiling. a single thought floats around in your head: what the hell’s up with akito? he’s never been the type to be dry, not even on the numerous times when he's been frustrated out of his mind with schoolwork, or fed up with family politics and his dad. the night goes by slowly, and after far too much moping, you huff and sit up against the headboard. pausing your music, you open the messages app to (wishfully) check for a text from akito, only to be met with the same “hey aki, call me when you're free” you sent hours ago. sighing, you text the one person you think would know where he is: ena.

you - 10:32

hey ena !

is aki home? he won't reply to me

minutes later, a message bubble pops up.

enanan - 10:37

umm yeah

but he looked pretty tired when he came home an hour ago

you bite your nail, a force of habit; akito’s dance practice ends at 3:20 at the very latest. what on earth has he been doing for the past six hours?

you - 10:38

oh okay ;-;

ena - 10:38

did he say something to you?

i’ll kick his ass if he did something stupid

just say the word !!

you let out a small laugh, wrapping the covers tighter around yourself. count it on ena to keep him straight.

you - 10:39

nonono i was just overthinking !

poor guy’s probably exhausted :(

ena - 10:40

probably

get some rest though !! no man’s worth losing sleep over

you - 10:40

yeahhh i probably should

you too !!

ena - 10:41

eh i’ll try

night y/n :)

you - 10:41

nighttt

unfaithful to your words, you do not get some rest. instead, you spend far more time than you should mindlessly scrolling through anything and everything you can find on your phone to distract yourself from your thoughts, somehow ending up playing through a particularly spicy story on episode at two am. looking up from the dim screen, you sigh. ena’s right - no man’s worth losing sleep over. tapping furiously through the rest of the episode, you toss your phone under the pillow next to you and shut your eyes, trying to sleep.

although you managed to get a good six hours of sleep, you find your eyes shooting awake at 8:37 am. although it's the weekend, a sunday, you've become accustomed to waking up at the ass-crack of dawn to get ready. sitting up and stretching, you quietly pad down to the bathroom to fix yourself, being rid of last night's woes.

after a small breakfast of cereal and orange juice, you make a list of everything you plan to do today; an, a member of akito’s dance group and one of your closest friends, proposed you, ena, and kohane go out for lunch at one of the numerous cafes on main street. going outside definitely sounds better than sitting at home and sulking, so you set off to the cafe an send the address to at noon.

a little bell chimes as you open the door, instantly hit by the sweet aroma of various pastries on display. you see everything, from blueberry muffins to finely decorated cakes; your wallet feels lighter at the sight of them. making your way over to a table in the secluded corner where an waves at you, signature smile plastered on your face, you sit down on the booth. next to you sits ena, and across, an and kohane.

“hey, y/n, good to see you!” says ena, followed by a small wave from kohane.

“hello hello! i haven't seen you in a while, kohane, how’s everything going?” you ask, setting your bag down next to you.

“sorry,” she replies sheepishly, “we've been so busy with practice and school, i barely get the energy to catch up!”

“aw,” you frown, once again thinking about akito, “don't tire yourself out too much.”

“ah, it's only for a little bit! once we finish nail last routine, we’ll be done with practice and ready to perform!” an laughs; kohane only sighs.

“yeah, but it's so hard…toya and akito have been cooped up at the studio for ages, now. if it’s hard for them, imagine how hard it is for me!”

“hey, don't sell yourself short, kohane! i’ve seen the way you dance, you make it look so easy!” says ena, taking a sip of the her coffee. you nod in agreement.

“trust me, whatever you're doing is working! aki’s tried teaching me some moves – let's just say it didn't end well.” the four of you chatter away giddily until a waiter brings over a fancy rack of desserts to sample, courtesy of an. there are a humble few slices of cake, and far too many small treats you don't know the name of.

“wow, an, you sure have a keen eye for desserts!” says ena, happily finishing her coffee with a cat-shaped cookie.

“of course i do, i haven't been working at a cafe for nothing!”

“oh, you!”

a little while after you all finish, you say your goodbyes to an and kohane, leaving you an ena at scramble crossing.

“so…do you wanna walk around, or go back home? i have some time to kill.” she asks, the two of you crossing the road as the cars come to a halt.

“i’m fine with walking, i don't really have anything to do at home.” you shrug, checking your watch. it’s only 2:45 and the only thing waiting for you at home is a full washing machine, so you opt to wander around the city with ena.

somewhere around the local playground, the two of you have a heart-to-heart on the far-too-small swings.

“has everything been okay with you and akito?” she asks, leaning against the chain, “i feel like something’s up. you can talk to me about it if you want.” you sigh.

“well…kind of? i think he's been ignoring me and i’m really worried. i don't think i did anything to upset him, and he’s been really exhausted lately.”

“oh, yeah, he's been coming home later too. i don't blame him, really. i guess perfectionism is a family disease.”

“definitely,” you shake your head, “i'm not angry at him at all, but i feel…hurt.” she sits up alertly.

“why? did he say something?”

“no, no, that's the problem! he missed our date the other day, but he said sorry and we fought over text. i feel so bad, but i know i’m not being irrational, and he's ghosting me! we’ve fought before, but what if this is it?” ena mumbles under her breath, something about a “stupid kid”.

“you both really are perfect for each other, you know that?” you tilt your head in confusion.

“how so?”

“you're both so hard-headed,” she laughs, “and stupid, sometimes. although that's more him than you.”

“i guess so.”

“but seriously, let me talk to him at home. maybe then he’ll get the balls to apologize and it’ll all be okay again.”

“you don't need to get tangled up in this mess, ena, don't worry-”

“oh, shut up! no man is worth lowering your standards for, that applies to him, too! maybe it’ll do you both some good, too.”

“you're the best, really.” you say, squeezing her hand.

“oh, i know.” ena flounces; you laugh, getting off the swing and brushing the sand off your lap. the walk to your house is short, or so you assure ena, but she walks back with you anyways.

“don't worry about akito, okay? i’ll handle him.” she says, walking down the steps to your house. you nod, waving at her as she leaves. deep down, the two of you know that won't be happening – worrying about akito is a part of the package, so you’ve come to realize.

you decide to spend the rest of the day lazing around on the couch, snacking on popcorn as you binge chick flicks. as you subconsciously replay the events of the past two days in the back of your mind, the guilt settles in. you sit up, checking your phone for any messages and signs of life from akito, and flinching at the sudden brightness. looking around, the state of the living room is as pathetic as you feel. there are popcorn kernels where you tried (and failed) to throw them in the small trash can, pillows strewn all over the floor, blankets folded messily, each mess driving you crazier by the minute. pausing the movie, you sigh, getting up to clean whatever you see. although you still feel like garbage mentally, seeing the room decently clean makes you feel slightly better.

before you realize it, you're yawning and no longer paying attention to mean girls playing on the laptop in bed. sitting up and stretching, you set it on the nightstand, wrap yourself up in a blanket cocoon, and begin to fall asleep.

you're woken out of your peaceful slumber by the abrupt ring of the doorbell. rubbing your eyes, you pad to the front door, opening it to see none other than-

“aki? what are you doing here, it’s the middle of the night?” he’s drenched, clearly having walked here in the ongoing downpour behind him. how cliché. you let him in, helping him feel off his jacket and fetching him a towel.

“so, are we gonna talk about the elephant in the room?” you ask, sitting down next to him on the couch. he looks down at his feet.

“yeah, we probably should.”

“speak your peace, then, i’m listening.”

“well…i’m sorry i've been an ass,” akiro sighs, “everything’s been so overwhelming lately.”

“i’m sorry, too. i shouldn’t have been so passive-aggressive, it clearly only made things worse.” he shakes his head.

“no, i get it. i was in the wrong and i lashed out at you for no reason. i missed our date, too! i’ve been really shitty to you, you don't deserve any of that.”

“i understand why it happened, aki,” you say, giving him a small smile and grasping his hand in yours, “you can talk to me when things get rough, though, you know what.”

“i know, i know, and i'm sorry.”

“no use dwelling on the past now, i guess, yeah?”

akito nods, laying down on your lap; you play with his hair absentmindedly, listening to him mumble about his week. the weight on your chest is lifted just by the sight of him opening up to you again, and you feel much better.

“hey, aki, promise me something.”

“hm?”

“don't ghost me again, or i’ll kick your ass.”

[darksonofsparda]

Even though Vergil still felt a bit tired, he did feel a noticeable difference after catching at least, some sleep even if it wasn't a lot of hours, or at least not the substantial amount he needed to fully feel rejuvenated and energized, at the end of the day, he was able to rest just enough to be able to function properly, and that was all that mattered. The half-devil was glad that Lady had woken him up just like he requested, he honestly didn't know if she would honor what she said, so when she did he was grateful, it earned her a lot more respect from the elder son of Sparda.

Despite his protests before, he was actually feeling a little grateful for getting rest. Every night was a chore just to fall asleep, a heavy heart and a wandering mind usually meant he was in for about four, maybe five hours of sleep at max, most nights were very unkind to Vergil unless he was tired to the point of exhaustion -- which had unfortunately happened a few times in the past, even a recently, but well before he ran into Lady in what was left of the United Kingdom. Perhaps with Lady accompanying him on this next stretch of missions, he might be able to try and catch up on sleep, although it also depended on if his restless mind would let him.

As the half-devil and devil huntress pass each other by near the fireplace and its still burning embers, blue eyes meet her double-colored hues for a second as they make a small exchange of words as they switch out, Vergil takes his turn to watch while Lady took her turn for sleep.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Considering it was quiet for you, it probably won't change for me. Nonetheless, I will if it's needed."

He says with a nod, locking eyes with her, they hold each others gaze as she walks away before she disappears behind the tent and Vergil moves to take a seat down by the campfire, beginning to fumble in his bag and pull out a camping tea kettle, puts some water in it and puts it over the fire, the grill already in place so he just needs to set it down and wait.

To pass the time by, Vergil pulls out his poetry book and began to read to himself in his head, all the while listening until he hears the kettle start to boil and eventually makes himself a cup of tea, three sugars, and milk, stirring with a stir straw before tossing it aside away from their campsite, picking up his tea inside a travel thermos for a long sip before setting it down beside him after screwing on the cap. There was something about the way Lady had looked at him before she went to sleep, like she had realized something about him, he wondered what it meant. Another unanswered question to add to his mind, although it was more of a lingering curiosity than anything else for the moment.

Hours pass without incident, and Vergil has been reading the entire time, had any demons been around, his natural demonic ability to sense power would have let him know danger was around, so just as he expected, it was been a quiet watch for him, the only closest thing to action he'd seen was watching a deer run by, wildlife roamed around if they weren't slain by demons since most had been. Not long after, the sun begins to rise, as dusk begins to die out as the starts disappear and the sky turns from darkness to a bright blue. It's not too long after the half-devil finally hears the sound of shifting and a yawn comes from the tent causing him to side glance over in silence.

They may not have come to a full understanding, but at least Vergil was getting a few hours of rest in. Lady would consider that a win, no matter how small. But more importantly, that meant she didn't have to worry as much about Vergil keeling over in exhaustion at a critical moment.

The next few hours were uneventful. Not even a sniff of a demon. But she kept vigilant watch anyway, all the while thinking about what Vergil had said.

Feeling guilty for the demon tree made sense. Hell, Lady still felt guilt for killing one person who the world was better off without. She couldn't imagine having millions of humans' deaths on her ledger. In retrospect, maybe it wasn't the Vergil didn't want to sleep but that he couldn't with that weighing on his conscious.

But that meant he did have a conscious. Or, had developed one at the very least. That's more than could be said for most people behind calamities like this. But Lady was no law expert. She preferred not to play judge about this matter. She was a Devil Hunter, not an ethicist.

Before she knows it, her watch is over. As promised, she did wake him when it was his turn. He still sounded tired, but at least a bit less so. Small victories.

"Thanks," she says as he tags her out. "Be careful. Wake me if you need anything."

As much as she'd like to take watch the whole night so Vergil could catch up, Lady was still human--and devil hunting was exhausting so as soon as she settled down in the tent sleep came to her easily.

[l1tw1ck]

Little Thoma

You catch your younger step-brother masturbating

FTM!Thoma x Top!Male Reader

Request | Kinktober

Contains: Non-Con, Pseudo-Incest (Step-Brothers), Voyeurism, Dacryphilia, Rough Sex

Words: 712 | Reader Discretion is Advised

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You come home earlier than usual, ready to eat something and take a nap when you hear suspicious noises coming from Thoma's room.

A loud moan makes your dick twitch in excitement. You rush over and see that Thoma forgot to close the door all the way, since he thought he'd be home alone he must not've cared enough to double check. You peak through the crack of the door, watching your step-brother finger himself, groping his chest and moaning the name of a guy you've never heard of.

The urge to come in and fuck him is too strong to ignore. You've been wanting to for so long and this would be the perfect time to strike, he's horny and about to come, he won't fight much.

You open the door slowly and walk over to Thoma's bed, his eyes are closed as he works himself to an orgasm. You take your pants and underwear off, moving on top of Thoma and smiling. His eyes shoot open in shock and he comes at the same time, gasping when he realizes you're on top of him and your very hard dick is uncomfortably close to him.

"Get out!" He shrieks, covering his crotch with his hands. "What's wrong with you?!"

"I wonder.." You move his hands away and spread his legs open. "Archons, I've been wanting to do this for so long." You slide into him despite his protests.

"No!" Thoma starts to cry. "Pull out! Please!" Thoma was saving himself for the guy he liked.

You bask in his tears, licking them up and moving yourself further inside.

"You're disgusting!" He punches your sides.

"You know how hard it was for me to hold back?" You bottom out. "Living in the same house as you has been so hard...seeing you wear only a t-shirt and boxers was almost too much to bear."

"Please! Just pull out and I won't tell anyone!"

"Once we're done, you won't have any reason to." You wink. "Or maybe you'll tell everyone about how good I fucked you."

"Never! I'm begging you, please just stop!"

You ignore him and start fucking into him, pounding his tight cunt and getting even more horny from his sobbing. "Fuck, Thoma-" You groan. "Love this fucking pussy, sucking me in so desperately. Wants more of my cock inside it, wants me to breed it full."

If you were his crush, Thoma would love being talked to like this, but it's you. His step-brother. The last person he thought he'd have sex with.

But Thoma can't help the way his body reacts to your words, something about this all was so good. Although he wishes it wasn't.

"You like getting talked to like a whore?" You slap his breast. "Hm? You want big bro to breed your little cunt?"

"Nn- no~ ah~!" He moans.

"No? You're moaning like a slut, don't try to pretend when it's so obvious you like this." You slap his other breast. "Give up."

"I ha- hate~ uuh~ it~! sto~ stop!"

"Do you get off on getting raped? Wanna pretend you don't like it cause it turns you on?" You smirk. "Keep faking it then, I like making my little brother feel good."

"Th- that's no~ not~ ah~!"

You lean into his ear, your heavy breathing making him shiver and clench around your cock. "Love assaulting your slutty little cunt. M' gonna come in you Thoma, gonna stuff your pussy full of my cum whether you like it or not."

Thoma moans loudly, your words turning him on wildly. He can't say he doesn't like this anymore. It's not like the two of you are related, plus you're probably better than his crush. Well, old crush now. "Aah~! (Name)~!"

You smirk, drilling into him harder as the two of you get closer to an orgasm.

Thoma rolls his eyes back, toes curling as you urge him towards his climax. He comes with a scream, the strongest orgasm he's ever had.

"Fucking slut-" You groan, unloading into him. Thoma whimpers as his cunt milks your cock desperately.

You look at Thoma's face, dried with tears and drool. "You're so pretty.."

He blushes. "What about your dad? my mom?"

"What they don't know won't hurt them." You wink.

[finniestoncrane]

Hi finnie! I hope you're having a good timezone ^^

I was wondering if you'd do a headcanons post for the riddlers reacting to a fem!reader they have a crush on accidentally sending them spicy photos (nudes or lingerie, chefs choice lol)? I was gonna ask for rogues reacting but that's just cause I also wanted to ask for scarecrow, mad hatter and daddy ozzie but I feel like that might be asking a lot ><

Feel free to ignore this or just do parts of it if you're feeling up to it!!♡

- E.F.

Accidental Nudes

Riddler Headcanons (with some Daddy Oz and others) ok but effy i just got off work for almost two weeks so i am in a perfect mood to do all the riddlers and the other little scruffs too! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: suggestive stuff

gotham

*very cute pic of you standing up from behind*

he's not sure you meant that for him but he's double checking anyway

that you meant to send it! not the picture

although he has been staring at it without blinking since you sent it

cheeks red completely

sweat on his forehead

mouth suddenly very dry despite the fact that he's sure he's drooling out the corner of his open mouth

if you ask about it, he'll pretend he hasn't seen it

to save you both the embarrassment

arkham

*"how about this?"*

*lingerie set pic*

*"fuck. shit. please ignore and delete all messages ed"*

*"meant to send to a friend"*

*"ed seriously pls"*

buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz omg

he's told you about the multiple texting thing before just send it in one easy to ignore paragraph

and why are you texting him when he specifically said that he was busy working on- OH

ok less annoyed at you now

because this was worth the interruption

and fighting the temptation to tell you that it looks good

he kindly deletes the messages

but he has a photographic memory

and he'll be grinning like an idiot next time he sees you in the flesh

capullo

*tit pic*

*"oh shit, here we go"*

OH OH OH OK

so you said, and you were very clear

that unwarranted dick pics were not appropriate!!

so how come you get to send nudes???

i mean not that he's complaining

but uh... tit for tat you know

now if you're open to requests

how about taking one with a lower view... are you wearing anything on the bottom half?

or are you completely nude?

WHAT!? SO HE CAN'T EVEN ASK!?

unburied

*flirty just out the shower pic*

*"sorry, not meant for you, but enjoy!"*

well that's infuriating

because first of all maybe he was enjoying it

but he definitely will be trying not to now out of spite

then again... you do look wonderful

and it is a complete tease to send him a picture meant for someone else

although that might just be a clever trick

either way, saved to camera roll for later

but he won't be telling you that

telltale

*top half bare, bottom half in panties pic*

*"edward! please delete the last message, i am so sorry"*

disappointment immeasurable

you're the kind of person who sends pictures like that over messages?

he was right to think he shouldn't have given you his number

but also

if this was indeed an accident

that means you didn't intend to send it to him

which means this gratuitous display of your body was meant for someone else

and as soon as he finds out who you might find them uncontactable

dano

*exceptionally good butt pic with panties*

he doesn't get it...

OH! that's... you! oh my...

of course he'll delete it!

but... who did you mean to send it to?

you're just taking it for yourself? oh ok

that's nice! he's glad!

glad that you were... appreciating yourself, not glad that...

that you weren't sending it to someone else, because that would make him jealous and he's not jealous at all

because he doesn't... you don't like him like that so it's fine

it's whatever

he's going to go lie face down on the floor for a while now

with his phone on silent

twojar

*topless selfie*

*"ooooooh... sorry"*

don't be sorry, nothing he hasn't seen before

do you know how many women send him shirtless pics

he's inundated with them, frankly

it's a nuisance yes, but at least you didn't mean to send it

you... didn't mean to send it, right?

right! just an accident! of course!

why would you ever mean to send him those pictures

you're not interested in him in the slightest

and that... that doesn't drive him mad at all

that doesn't make you one of the few women to turn him down

which doesn't make him want you all the more

especially now that he's had a glimpse of what he's missing out on

young justice

*teasing selfie with your hands over your boobs*

*"oh gosh, ed! so sorry!!*"

he hasn't even seen the second message

because when he opened the first one, he threw his phone across the room

is it possible to get that hard that quick?

because he is and he did

he barely even got a look at you, and there was barely even anything to see

but it was enough to send him over the edge

genuinely close to tears over how hot you are

and how pathetically desperate he is for you

don't expect to get a reply

and he'll also be hiding from you for at least three weeks

AND THE BONUS BOYS <3

penguin

*showing off your new lingerie*

*"uh... sorry, mr cobblepot... finger slipped"*

hey you know what, that's ok, these things happen

but uh... your finger ever takes a fancy for slipping again

he wouldn't be complaining

also, it looks good on you kid, you should be sending that to everybody you know

looks good enough to sell the stuff

which speaking of, how much was it

maybe as a thank you for lifting his spirits up he can send you the cost, a treat

maybe you spend that money on something new

make sure to show him that as well

scarecrow

*nude selfie*

*"good god in heaven jon please don't look at that picture"*

you could have just found him and deleted it yourself in the time it took for him to see the message

his phone is always on silent and he never knows where it is

perhaps the cracks on the screen shielded most of you

either way, when you see him next, flustered and embarrassed, he can't help but revel in your nerves

he won't tell you he saw it

he won't even acknowledge it

but now he can finally pinpoint the reason he doesn't mind being around you

mad hatter

*sweetly posed picture of you topless and smiling

gosh golly, he almost dropped his phone into his cup

verbal and visual example of a keyboard smash

cheeks are bright pink, eyes are WIDE

should he send one back? express his apperciation?

surely you can't have meant this for him

perhaps it would be best, most polite, to delete the images

but now that he knows what's hiding under your shirt

and how sweet your smile can look even in the most...

intimate circumstances

it's going to be harder to hide his crush

[cinnabun-faerie]

I have a funny (and spicy) HC Request if possible! How do Graha/Ayemeric/Urianger/Yshtola/Thancred react if their S/O comes up to them, clearly irritated, and just says they have been trying to be subtle about the fact they are in the mood all day but now they just want to be bent over the nearest flat and solid surface?

A/N: I don't really know how I feel about this. I tried my hand at this ^^'' I hope it's not too horrible.

Warning: Slightly NSFW

Note: Established relationships

Aymeric

he was very much aware of your not-so-subtle behavior

and you had been quite a distraction

he could not get a single thing done

he wasn't going to reward you for that

but if you asked him nicely, he might just change his mind and give into your desire

but not until

if you continue to whine, he would deny you outright

he didn't like it when you were a brat

besides, if he gave into you now, you would just be rewarding bad behaviour

and he wasn't about to let that happen

G'raha Tia

He would have no idea that that was what you wanted

honestly he was so focused on reading up forbidden magicks-

he would have to do a double take

"Pardon?"

once it really sinks in, a mischievous smirk appears

"Is that what you want? Show me."

100% will give into you

Thancred

He would smirk

of course he would

he loved hearing you get all worked up like this

and all for him

he would be very smug about it

if this is what you wanted, he would willingly give it to you

just be sure you're prepared, he won't be going easy on you

he would remind you for days after this, just to watch you get worked up all over again at the memory

Urianger

He would pretend that he didn't hear you

although he very well did

as a matter of fact, he is very aware of what you wanted

he just wanted to see how long it would take for you to finally beg

honestly once he sees you on your very edge, he will go ahead and relieve you

"My love, enlighten me of your filthy thoughts."

Y'shtola

"All you needed to do was ask."

No, even if you would have asked nicely, she wouldn't have given you what you wanted

teasing you was much more entertaining

but since you were borderline begging, she would give you what you want

[shinehyuk]

Since I see that you don't have any requests for itzy right now (unless you haven't updated your rules post recently!) Could I request itzy as yandere moms? I read the blackpink one on your old blog and really liked it!!

Yandere!ITZY as moms

‣ Genre : yandere

tw/cw : abuse, toxic relationships, violence, obsession, overprotectiveness,

> a/n : thank you so so much! it's always so nice to hear that someone enjoys my works! :( <33 i hope you'll like this as much as you liked the blackpink one! <3

Yeji :

· She'll homeschool you whether you want it or not – you're strictly banned from going out unless it's necessary and with her. You're too fragile to be exposed to the outside world

· Honestly, the only person you need is her. Who cares about toxic, fake friends that will betray you sooner or later? She can be your friend if you want it; a true friend.

· Although she may scold and ground you often, she truly cares for your well-being and happiness. Do you wish for new clothes? Snacks? Just say the word and she'll be more than happy to spoil you rotten

· "Only danger and pure evil await in the outside world. Here, you're entirely sięafe under my care. If I'll need to, I'll care for you until the very end."

Lia :

· Get ready to get spoiled. A whole lot. She'll give you so much love that you'll be sick of it in a blink of an eye

· She's both overcaring and overprotective – she'll be beside you 24/7 to ensure that you're safe, and don't you dare try to escape from her sight

· She won't be letting you near anyone. She'll be teaching you about just how horrible people are, making you grow into not trusting anyone other than her

· "Unlike everyone else, I would never do anything to hurt you. Other people are selfish.. egotistical. They only want to cause you pain."

Ryujin :

· She cares for you more than for anything else in the entire world – you're her everything, her whole life, hence she has to protect you well

· You're prohibited from leaving the house, especially without her to assist you. If you're in dire need of leaving, it has to be with her, and you're practically dressed in winter attire; not even a single inch of your skin showing

· She does not let you close to anyone other than her, not even the rest of your family. In her eyes, everyone will hurt you, and she cannot let that happen, can she?

· "It's all for your safety, love. Surely you'll understand me when you grow up, sweetheart. You cannot trust anyone in this world."

Chaeryeong :

· She'll be the sweetest mom ever, caring for you like there's no tomorrow. Her love for you has no limits whatsoever

· Like the others, she'll be doing her best to try to keep you away from the outside world, but if you're lonely, she might get you a friend your age that she'll trust. She just wants you to be happy

· That being said, she's extremely anxious that you can hurt yourself, therefore she'll be keeping an eye on you 24/7 with cameras put around the house. Before she leaves, she double-checkes every single thing just to make sure that you'll be safe

· "No, don't touch that! You could hurt yourself, dear! Let me take care of this, okay? Don't worry, I'll make everything alright."

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thank you for requesting, i hope you liked it! <33 i'm sorry for not including yuna, but it just felt weird to make her a mother at such a young age. i know that she's practically legal in korea, but i'd just be a bit uncomfortable writing it. i hope you can understand! :( <3

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