#and I decide not to do it once but twice!

[yan-randomfandom]

Hii! Could I request a yan! Jinx with a darling who is on hunger strike? (Bacically, darling got kidnapped and so she decided to stop eating till she gets freed...is that even a word?)

Anyways, ty 4 reading my request and I would be really happy if you were to fuffil it <3

Make sure u drink enough water!

Yandere!Jinx x GN!Starving!Reader

a/n: thank you for your kind words anon! 😺 i just realized how much energy i gave mc here omg 😭🙏

tw; starvation, kidnapped MC ermm

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Stubbornness is something both you and Jinx share. It's built into your very core. She knows this, and yet, here we are.

You're tied to a chair, looking away from her with a deep frown on your face—unwilling to eat.

"My sweetest," Jinx groans, dragging out her words. "Darling, baby, angel..." She places her hands on the back of your chair, her breath brushing the tip of your nose—"beloved."

...

You roll your eyes. "It stinks."

With an offended gasp, she recoils from you, her eye twitching. "I— You— Come on! At least I had dinner, but you? You haven't eaten anything for days!"

As if the Gods have a sense of humor, your stomach lets out a loud, drawn-out rumble. It goes on for a few moments... like her hideout wasn't quiet enough already. You have half the heart to glance at Jinx, who's watching you with an unimpressed expression.

Against your better judgment, and despite the deadly stomachache, you don't say anything.

Jinx pushes the bowl of food in front of you. "...Your, uh, stomach's hungry. Please. I just want you to eat—"

"I want you to let me go," you snap, glaring at her. You emphasize your point by rattling the chair with your frail limbs in frustration. "It doesn't help that you tied my arms and legs up. Honestly."

She returns your look, almost clueless. "It didn't have to be that way! You kept trying to escape!"

"I wonder why!!"

An annoyed groan. You can't even tell if it was from you, or her. Maybe both.

...

...

"...I told you I can't," she mutters softly. Not when she started a war.

You scoff and turn away. "Not that you can't. You won't."

Jinx does not reply.

Then, she chuckles. "Still amazin'. All this energy, even in starvation."

...

You press your lips together. Truth be told, you're barely holding it together. You're simply not giving up. Even if it's out of spite. Especially.

She starts walking. The sound of her booted footsteps grows fainter and fainter until, finally—the exit closes.

Jinx left you.

Nothing else accompanies you but the quiet humming and faint lights in her hideout.

Your body seizes the chance to collapse, eyes closing in one blink.

...

The next time you wake up, you grudgingly rub your eyes. A yawn escapes you.

You stretch your body. Your joints pop, relief spreading all across—

Wait.

You sit up from the softest surface you've ever been on in a while. It takes a moment to clear your vision, but once it does, you fall in disbelief.

Lifting your hand, you eye your wrists suspiciously. The patterns of the rope is still visible. But faint. It must have been a while since they were removed.

The chair you've been stuck in for days is gone. Your limbs are untied, finally fucking free from the numbness. A small fan offers a refreshing breeze next to you.

Your heart starts racing.

A whiff of your favorite scent. You perk up.

There's a glass of water filled with ice on the table. Beside it, an irresistible array of food. All your favorite types.

You don't even think twice.

either u try to escape or eat the food—your choice. do both tho cuz u might idk die

[childrenofcain-if]

Hello beautiful Author!! I hope u are doing well! So basically I am a religious follower of your blog and uuugghh!!! This story is so beautifully crafted like the script the writing style the plot even the characters seem larger than life. Honestly u have my tremendous respect and admiration.... Also I am totally in love with cedric!! angsty adorable and hot. So since today is my birthday I decided to treat myself to a snippet ... Can u please write a fluff scene where in the future after marriage yk after C achieved his dream how would M!C react to find out that F!MC is pregnant. What kind of dad would he be and how would he handle the news especially if it's a girl. (PS: I love you okay? U rock!!! ❤❤😘)

the morning started like most mornings did in your household. the sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your manhattan penthouse, muted by the heavy curtains cédric insisted on keeping drawn just enough to keep the room from feeling exposed.

he was already in the kitchen when you woke up, sleeves rolled to his elbows, reading glasses perched on the edge of his nose as he frowned at his ipad.

it was a weekday, which meant cédric was doing what cédric did best: handling things.

the man could command a room full of board members or negotiate a multi-billion-dollar deal, but he always took his mornings slow, like it was his personal rebellion against the world which demanded his attention. the smell of coffee hung thick in the air, and you could hear him muttering under his breath—half in french, half in english—as he skimmed over some report.

he looked up when he heard your footsteps. the cold glint in his pale green eyes softened the way they always did when he saw you.

“good morning, mon amour,” he said, setting the ipad down as if the numbers and charts weren’t important anymore.

you smiled at him, but there was a nervous flutter in your chest that didn’t quite dissipate.

“good morning,” you greeted back, making your way to the counter. “we need to talk.”

his brow furrowed, just slightly, in that way that meant his mind was already cataloging possible scenarios. you wondered if he was running through a mental checklist: a problem at work, an overdue bill, a delayed package. he was always looking for answers before you even finished your question.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, voice low and calm, but his hand twitched where it rested on the counter.

you hesitated, suddenly unsure how to say it. for someone who had spent years speaking in boardrooms and drafting persuasive arguments, the words felt clumsy in your throat.

“there’s nothing wrong, per se,” you began, and you saw the tension in his shoulders ease—just a fraction. “it’s just... i’m pregnant.”

the silence that followed was heavy, but not uncomfortable. it was like the air had stilled, waiting for his reaction.

cédric blinked. once, twice. then he stepped back, leaning against the counter as if the weight of your words had hit him square in the chest. his mouth opened, then closed again. he looked—if you hadn’t known him better—younger. like a boy caught off guard, unsure of whether he was allowed to feel what he was feeling.

“you’re...?” he started, and then he stopped himself. his hand went to his hair, brushing the dark brown strands back, a nervous habit he’d never managed to shake. “you’re sure?”

you nodded, suddenly shy. “i took three tests. all positive. i was going to wait until we were both home later tonight, but—”

“no, no, now is perfect,” he interrupted, his voice sharper than he intended, like he was scolding you for even considering keeping it from him. he shook his head, and you could see the beginnings of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “mon dieu.”

cédric laughed then, a sound so rare and so unguarded it made your chest ache. it was a laugh of disbelief, of joy, of sheer and unrestrained emotion. he crossed the kitchen in two long strides and pulled you into his arms, holding you so tightly you could feel his heart pounding against your ribs.

“je t’aime,” he murmured into your hair. “je t’aime, je t’aime, je t’aime.”

you clung to him, laughing through the tears that had started spilling down your cheeks.

***

cédric’s reaction to the pregnancy didn’t end that morning. over the next few weeks, he threw himself into preparing for the baby with the same intensity he brought to his work. he was meticulous, obsessive even, researching everything from cribs to car seats. he vetoed three potential pediatricians before you’d even had a chance to meet them, insisting that only the best would do.

but it wasn’t just about the logistics. cédric was unexpectedly tender, in a way that made your heart twist. he read parenting books in bed at night, one hand on your growing belly as he absently stroked his thumb over the fabric of your pajamas. he brought you tea without being asked, stocked the pantry with your favorite snacks, and refused to let you carry anything heavier than a shopping bag.

when you found out the baby was a girl, it felt like the world completely shifted for him.

“it’s a girl,” you had informed him, holding the ultrasound picture out to him.

he took it from your hands carefully, as if it were made of glass, and stared at it for a long moment. his expression was unreadable, but you could see the way his fingers trembled, just slightly.

“a daughter,” he said, the words thick in his throat. ���our daughter.”

you nodded with a small smile, watching him carefully. “how do you feel about that?”

he didn’t answer right away. instead, he set the picture down on the table and turned to you, his eyes burning with an intensity that made you shiver.

“i’m going to protect her,” cédric said, his voice low and fierce. “from everything. from everyone. she’ll never have to wonder if she’s loved. she’ll never have to fight for what’s hers.”

“i can already see it,” you teased gently, trying to lighten the mood. “you’ll be the dad who scares off all her partners.”

“damn right i will,” he said, his smile returning. “she’s going to know her worth. and if anyone tries to undermine that—” he didn’t finish the sentence, but the murderous look in his eyes said enough.

you leaned forward, cupping his cheek and drawing him back to you. “she’ll know her worth because of you,” you said softly. “because of how much you’ll love her.”

“and her mother,” he added, his voice barely above a whisper.

he kissed you then, slow and lingering, and when he pulled back, his hands settled gently over your stomach.

you reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly. “she’s going to be so lucky to have you.”

cédric shook his head, a wry smile tugging at his lips. “no,” he said softly, his gaze dropping to your belly. “i’m the lucky one.”

***

as the months went on, cédric proved himself to be everything you’d hoped for and more. he was attentive to a fault, sometimes to the point of driving you mad with his insistence on helping you. ehen the baby kicked for the first time, he was right there, his hand pressed against your stomach, his eyes wide with wonder.

when your due date finally arrived, he was the calmest one in the delivery room. he held your hand through every contraction (even when you almost broke his bones), whispered words of encouragement in your ear, and refused to leave your side, even when the nurses told him to give you space.

and when your daughter was finally born, cédric was the first to hold her, much to your father’s exasperation. he cradled her tiny, wrinkled body in his arms, his expression soft and awestruck.

“she’s perfect,” he whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks.

you smiled, exhausted but deliriously happy. “she has your eyes.”

“and a head full of your hair,” he said, his voice breaking.

in that moment, you knew without a doubt that he would be the kind of father who would move mountains for his daughter. he would be firm but fair, protective but not overbearing, and endlessly devoted to her happiness.

as he rocked her gently, humming a lullaby under his breath, you realized that this—your little family—was everything you’d ever wanted. and as much as you knew about how cédric wasn’t very good at expressing his emotions, it was clear as day right now that nothing would ever compare to the love he had for the two of you.

[heechwe]

❝ Does he fuck you like this? ❞ action 7 + location 5

Since there's no member attached to this request (sorry I forgot to put that in the post fhvjtg) I'm gonna give Enha some love since the past drabbles have been all SVT!

Your back is arched to meet every thrust of Heeseung's hips, the feeling of him inside of you almost as pleasurable as his hand burying your face into the couch.

You should not be doing this, your ex-boyfriend and Heeseung's roommate Jake passed out in the next room while Heeseung's railing you on the leather couch.

Jake was so drunk from the night's activities he would barely wake up if a bomb were to go off, but you don't want to test the waters by moaning out loud at the feelings Heeseung's providing you.

You already came once on the guy's tongue without letting one sound slip out. What was one more time?

Heesing decides to talk instead, though. You know he loves whispering dirty, less-than-sweet nothings into your ear the longer he pistons in and out of you, the words building both of you up to your climaxes.

"Does he fuck you like this?" Heeseung asks, providing a particularly hard thrust that causes you to mewl out loud. He grunts watching himself enter and exit you, your previous arousal creating a white ring around his dick. "Am I better than him? Could he make you cum twice in one hour, baby?"

You shake your head, the couch material muffling the whimper that leaves your mouth.

Heeseung finally pulls you up by your hair, gripping the side of your neck in his palm. "I want to hear you say it. Scream how good I make you feel."

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[aasouthteranoswife]

Hello

It's my birthday 🎂 today

I was hoping if you can write something smut with plot for bonetn I'm not sure if you write it tho if not totally fine anything tokyo revengers would be amazing

Preferably dominant male and submissive reader. As usual.

Thank you very much love ❤️

Under His Shadow

Summary: you are entangled with the infamous Bonten after an innocent courier's job goes awry. Taken under Mikey’s control, you’re thrust into a dangerous world of power games and mistrust. Mikey’s authority becomes suffocating as tensions rise, while his enigmatic demeanor keeps you on edge. The Bonten executives, especially Sanzu and Kokonoi, test your boundaries as they weave you deeper into their plans. But when a cryptic message surfaces, suggesting you might not be as innocent as you claim, the stakes skyrocket, leaving you trapped in a dangerous web of suspicion.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE. I hope you in enjoy this and your birthday tooooooo

Warning(s): Power dynamics and control themes, Mentions of fear, manipulation, Dark themes, Suggestive undertones.

Word Count: 1365

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Reblog’s and feedback are appreciated

The room was dimly lit, the city skyline painting fractured light across the sleek, polished floor. You found yourself in the lion's den—a private meeting room in Bonten’s high-rise headquarters. You weren’t sure how you’d ended up here, caught in a game far beyond your comprehension. But one thing was certain: Mikey sat at the head of the table, and his presence was suffocating.

Around him, the other executives watched you with unreadable expressions. Sanzu twirled a knife between his fingers, a wicked grin playing on his lips. Kokonoi leaned back in his chair, scanning you with a mix of curiosity and mild disinterest. Rindou and Ran exchanged glances, like they were betting on your survival odds.

Mikey, however, didn’t move. His black eyes seemed to pierce through you, stripping away any pretense of courage. “You’ve been following us,” he said, his voice as soft as silk and twice as dangerous.

You stiffened, the weight of their gazes making your knees weak. “It’s not what it looks like,” you stammered, clutching your bag tightly. “I—I was just delivering something. I had no idea who you were.”

“Lying won’t help you,” Kokonoi said lazily, his tone carrying a warning.

Sanzu chuckled, leaning forward with a gleam of mischief in his eyes. “She’s trembling. Cute.”

“Enough,” Mikey’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. His tone wasn’t loud, but it silenced the room instantly. “What were you delivering?”

You hesitated, but the weight of his gaze made it impossible to resist. You reached into your bag and pulled out a small, wrapped package. “It’s...just a package. I don’t know what’s in it. I was paid to deliver it, that’s all.”

Mikey extended his hand, and you hesitantly placed the package in his palm. He unwrapped it slowly, revealing a stack of documents. His expression didn’t change as he scanned them, but you could feel the shift in the air. Whatever the papers contained, it was enough to make him lean back in his chair, his gaze settling on you once more.

“You’re either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid,” he said after a long pause. “Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?”

You shook your head, words failing you.

“You belong to us now,” he declared, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Until I figure out who sent you and why, you’ll stay close. Very close.”

Mikey’s declaration hung in the air like a noose. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the city outside. You didn’t dare move. Your pulse raced as his dark eyes bore into you, unwavering and unreadable. His command had been absolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

“You’ll stay here,” he said coolly, gesturing to the room with an almost lazy flick of his wrist. “I��ll decide what to do with you.”

“Here?” you blurted before you could stop yourself. The word slipped out, shaky and uncertain, and you immediately regretted it. Mikey’s expression didn’t shift, but the slightest tilt of his head made your stomach churn.

“Did I stutter?” His voice was soft but lethal, like a blade sliding from its sheath. “Or do you think you can tell me no?”

Before you could respond, Sanzu let out a low chuckle from across the room, his grin wide and unsettling. “I like this one. Got some fight in her. Let’s see how long that lasts.”

“Not your call, Sanzu,” Mikey said without looking at him, his tone colder than the steel glinting in Sanzu’s hand. It was a subtle reminder of the hierarchy here. A reminder you were now a part of, whether you liked it or not.

Kokonoi leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he regarded you with a speculative gaze. “She’s trouble, Mikey. Trouble wrapped in a pretty package. If we’re keeping her, she’ll need watching.”

Ran smirked, brushing his long hair back casually. “I could volunteer. She seems my type.”

“Enough,” Mikey cut in again, this time sharper. His attention returned to you, his eyes dark and calculating. He rose slowly, and the weight of his presence grew tenfold as he approached. His steps were silent, deliberate, the kind that made you want to retreat but froze you in place instead.

When he stopped in front of you, you couldn’t bring yourself to look up. Your heart hammered as his fingers gently tilted your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His touch was surprisingly light, almost teasing, but the power behind it was unmistakable.

“You’ll stay under my watch,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate, like he was sharing a secret. “And you’ll follow my rules. Understand?”

Your breath hitched, your mind racing as you tried to process the dangerous intensity in his eyes. You managed a nod, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yes.”

“Good girl,” he said, his lips curling into the faintest smirk. The words sent a jolt down your spine, equal parts fear and something you didn’t want to name. He straightened, letting his hand drop, but the warmth of his touch lingered, an unspoken reminder of his control.

“Take her to one of the suites,” he said to Kokonoi, his tone businesslike now. “And make sure she has everything she needs.”

“And by everything?” Kokonoi asked with a raised brow, his usual sly smile tugging at his lips.

“Nothing extravagant,” Mikey replied, his gaze still locked on you. “She’s not a guest. She’s an asset.”

Mikey lingered far too close, his dark eyes pinning you in place. The faint trace of his breath against your skin made your pulse race, and though every instinct told you to pull away, you couldn’t move. His touch was deceptively gentle as his fingers slid down your jaw, grazing your neck before he withdrew entirely.

“You’ll do as I say,” he murmured, stepping back with an air of calm authority. “And maybe, just maybe, you’ll get out of this alive.”

The unspoken threat made your stomach churn, but before you could respond, Mikey’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, his eyes narrowing as he read the message. The air shifted immediately, tension crackling like a live wire.

“Sanzu,” he said, his voice sharp and cutting.

As if summoned, the man appeared in the doorway, his ever-present grin faltering slightly at Mikey’s tone. “What’s the problem, boss?”

“Someone’s been playing games,” Mikey said, holding the phone up for Sanzu to see. Though you couldn’t read the screen, whatever it was clearly serious enough to darken Mikey’s expression further. “Our visitor might not be here by chance after all.”

Sanzu’s gaze flicked to you, his grin returning, but now with a dangerous edge. “I told you she was too interesting.”

“Find out who sent her,” Mikey ordered, his tone low and commanding. “And make sure they understand the consequences.”

Sanzu’s laugh was unsettling, like the crackle of flames. “Oh, this’ll be fun.”

“Wait,” you blurted, panic rising in your chest. “I told you, I don’t know anything! I’m not working for anyone—I’m just a courier!”

Mikey turned back to you, his expression unreadable, but there was something cold and calculating in his gaze. “If that’s true, you’ll have nothing to worry about.” His head tilted slightly, almost mockingly. “But if you’re lying…”

He didn’t finish the sentence, but he didn’t need to. The implication hung heavy in the room.

“You’re staying here,” he continued, his tone final. “Until I know who you are—and why you’re really here.”

Before you could argue, Mikey turned to leave, Sanzu following closely behind. But just as Mikey stepped out, he paused in the doorway. Without looking back, he said one last thing that sent a chill down your spine.

“Don’t get comfortable. This is just the beginning.”

The door shut behind him with a resolute click, leaving you alone in the eerie silence. Your heart thundered in your chest as you stared at the closed door, the weight of Mikey’s words settling over you like a storm cloud. Just as you took a shaky breath, the phone on the desk buzzed—a single, ominous notification lighting up the screen.

It read: "We know where you are."

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PUNISHMENT OF THE MAFIA LORD

Mafia!Boss!Hongjoong x Innocent!Reader

The Plot: Not being born into the ruthless underworld, you tend to always being nice to everyone around you and that also include to the underlings of your boyfriend but the mafia lord wasn't please about this and decided to punish you for this.

TW: Punishment, Edging, Foreplay, Spanking & Rough Sex

Words: 1.4k

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“This is what you get as punishment for…not obeying kitten.” Hongjoong grunted as his hand wrapped around your neck forcing your head to tilt upward as his bared toned stomach pressed onto your back as he forced himself inside of you from behind, his hard cock pushing crudely inside your tense flesh that painfully take him in.

Hongjoong scoffed at that, “So you’re now being a good girl.” Hongjoong inflicted another pressed towards your neck as you moaned out his name but he didn't allow your head to tilt down as he moved his hand upward on your neck making your head to face up as you moaned out his name with a gasp. 

Hongjoong’s hot dick was filling you hard, he was big, and the intrusion was painful as he still grunted out as he pushed himself forcefully inside of you as your hand griped hard onto the sheet beneath your body that shook under his hold. Almost making you to cry out at how he was splitting you open with his length at the slow invasion, “Hongjoong fuck… please—”

With a hard thrust Hongjoong finally reached towards your end deep inside of you as you finally let out a cry as a mocking scoff rushed past his lips, “Did I allow you to speak kitten? You’ve been very bad for being so nice to my men whom now can’t help but to stare at you?” 

For a few seconds the harshness didn't make you able to breath as how brutal he thrusted and nested inside of you, Hongjoong didn't move although you didn't know whether to be grateful or not because if he does, you might regret it. 

You could do nothing but to whimpered out and shake under his hold, the way his cock filed you up so painfully with his hand how his fingers wrapped around your neck as his thumb pressed hard on the corner of your jaw.

You were almost grateful that he was giving you times to adjust, but your hope soon faded into oblivion as Hongjoong began to slowly pulled out and you screamed out his pain as he slammed hard inside you, his hard cock hitting your end as you cried out, “Fuck Hongjoong.” The brutal slam he inflicted was nowhere near slow, it was at a ruthless speed, one hand gripping your neck as the hold held your waist in place as his nails dug into your skin. 

The feeling of skin slapping into each other at a continuous speed with your staccato moans and cries of his name filled the atmosphere as he removed himself fully before hitting deadly back inside of you as he let out a mocking laugh as Hongjoong brought his teeth to bite hard on your neck, “Good girl, you aren't allowed to speak until I said so. Look at you taking my dick so good. That’s where you belong kitten, underneath me as I fill you with my cock.” 

His hand left your neck but the cruel thrust he was bestowing didn't stop, your breathing became normal then he yanked your hair up as his ragged breathing came near your ear as you heard his soft demonic laughter, “No one can fuck you as good and hard as me.”

Hongjoong moved at a brutal speed that was almost hurtful as he violently smacks his hips forwards into your ass with precise and calculated thrusts and it hurt, it hurt so good, “You like being fucked like that right?” He asked as he pulled your hair back once more as you whined in response to which he delivered a hard spank onto your ass, “Good girl but I don't think you deserve to…”

With that, Hongjoong pulled out as he cursed under your breath, “Hongjoong… no I need you in—” 

His answer was to smack your ass even harder, once then twice as you cried out again as your body shook. The stinging sensation felt like a fever dream with your face pressed into the mattress with your ass still up in the air not daring to move, “Disobeying now kitten?” Another hard snack onto your ass made you to whimper, “I feel you should be taught better.”

Hongjoong leaned back to sit up against the bed as he pulled you, forcing your face right onto his thighs as you gasped out to which he chuckled, his fingers running into your hair, “Kitten, you’re only mine so you won’t be fucked tonight, you will only do what’s that pretty mouth of yours can do best.”

The mafia leader wasted no time in forcing your mouth deep into your mouth as the tip of his cock followed by his length catches the back of your throat as you gagged but Hongjoong didn't allow you to retract, his hand nudged your hand more down onto his hot cock forcing shivers to brim under your skin, it felt so hard how he was doing it making your eyes to rolled back as you gagged hard.

“Kitten, you’re being naughty right now. Enjoying this right now. What a bad, bad girl.” Tasting the pre-cum down his length at you choke, his words leading everything to be intense, “Going to make you choke and gagged more on my dick. Fuck you feel so good around me.” 

Felling his hand releasing his hold on your hair as your fingers grasped onto his thighs, nails digging as your mouth sucked with much passion, letting your tongue twirl around the length as Hongjoong lay his head back on the pillow, fingers lost within your hair with a grunt of your name as your teeth grazed his cock moaning harder on his dick.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well. Just like that.” His praises made you to fastened up your pace even more as you bobbed your head faster. His mouth slowly parted open as he looked down at you seeing at the mess he made of you.

Soon enough, his release came all inside of your mouth. Your eyes locked with him as you swallowed everything before letting your tongue clean his cock off of the cum as you slowly licked off everything as you stare up at him leaving him in admiration at you, “Fuck kitten, you’re so good to me but still no release for you tonight.” 

With a groan you snuggled up at him knowing that he wouldn't be able to resist you suddenly behaving cute and he scoffed, “I know you’re throwing your pride away by acting cute but no, you’re not getting fucked today.” With that he pecked your forehead as he looked at you lovingly, “My men obeys me but they are still men with desires and the slightest kindness shown to such people might not be good, you understand that love?”

You understand him, those men might have foul thoughts and target you even knowing the punishments that await but Hongjoong would rather hang himself than have any hurt being done to you, “I love you so much but sometimes you need to understand my punishments. I need to put everyone in order including your love, for your own protection.”

With a smile you pecked on his lips, “I do understand that Hongjoong but you’re right being too nice to them might not end well but if anything, how about you teach me?” Your smile turned into a smirk as you back away and sat down on Hongjoong as his dark eyes looked up at your bared body, your nails digging into his skin as you grinned, “Maybe you can teach me how to fight, won’t that be a hot session Hong?” 

A smirk was the only answer Hongjoong gave you as he took control and turn you around, pinning you back on the bed with your back facing him, “You know we won’t be having many lessons to be learned if you’re always trying to seduce me like that.” He landed a spank on your ass as you cursed out, “You’re always horny when I’m around, love.” 

“Can you really blame me Hongjoong?” You arched your back then pushed your ass against his dick as you rubbed it with a moan, “You’re just too hot for me to resist.”

Hongjoong spank your ass once more making you hit back on the bed with a whine, “And you’re forgetting I never go back on my words.” With that his arms wrapped around you as he grinned, “Now sleep love, if you’re a good kitten I might give you a reward later.” 

[bidisasterevankinard]

I respect the results on the poll I've seen, but I'm still think it's Tommy who should reach Buck first. And i kinda think that's why Eddie and Hen were taking Buck's phone and they showed us Tommy's bubble. Tommy will reach Buck first if he would be back

First, because Buck was fighting for them in 7s, not letting Tommy get away from him after bad date and breaking his closet FOR TOMMY. If he wasn't sure, wasn't already so deep he wouldn't do it, he would keep himself closed longer till he's ready. But he did. Bc Tommy was more important

Second, Buck twice told Tommy he wants future with him, when Tommy was firstly, just interested. But interested in what? By his 8x6 I'm, and i think Buck, make a explanation that he always saw himself and BUCK as placeholders till they will break up and go look for their last . Buck didn't hear that Tommy loves him. Ne never heard Tommy saying he wanted future with him. No, Tommy even a little cruelly broke Buck's dreams about it too

And i kinda hope we will see Tommy chosing to chase Buck, not because Buck gave him chance first, to come and talk and ask about another chance for them

And it can be actually really beautiful made in kidnapper arc as B or C plot. Maddie's kidnapped. Tommy hears about it and comes to help. He's paired with Chim. They talk about Maddie and Tommy says he is jealous about their love. He hopes to find smt like that. And Chim says how much they fought for it. How Maddie run, he chased, then they decided it's better to be friends, but then Maddie came to him with promise to never run again. And Tommy sees himself in Maddie bc even tho she kissed Chim first, and she asked him on a date first, she was the one running. He kissed Buck only when he was actually sure it's smt that can happen, and even his 8x5 rn can be interpreted as him just being here not bc Buck is a little injured but bc Tommy wants to have more fun time, especially with how he was making fun of Buck with curse. Rn Buck can interpret that Tommy was coming for him bc a) that's what Tommy does for everyone (you know like flying inro hurricane) and b) bc Buck was "just to have good time" for Tommy nothing serious. Especially because Tommy never actually chased him first. HE ASKED EDDIE FOR AT LEAST KARAOKE, but he couldn't do the same with Buck after tour? Not just "hey, here's some variants that actually sound just like me trying to be not rude. nothing more. Don't aks about it"

So yeah, rn Buck maybe wants to call Tommy but he's scared he might be broke even worse. And Tommy should be at least once but first to do smt to make their relationship work in BAD TIMES. And then Buck can be here for him for everything he needs. Help with smt, move really slow etc in other episodes of 8b where they will patch their relationship on second go

But first step should be done by Tommy

[kyokutsu-sama]

Coming back to my love

Rengoku x f!reader|Fluff, angst fic

A/n: Since I can't accept his death, that's I decided to recreate a scenario where he fights against Akaza but here he survives. He'll never be death for me.

Tw: mentions of blood, violence, wounds and suggestive content (mentions of nsfw)

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You didn't accept that. There was no way you would let him go. Of all the missions he had done before, this was definitely the one that scared you the most. You couldn't explain why, but it was as if a strange sensation ran through his body just thinking about it. Rengoku was a hashira with a natural talent and was very skilled at what he did, but you were so confuse and ended up ignored all that. He had already put you at ease and assured you that he would come back to you no matter what happened or how injured he got.

"Everything will be fine, you just have to trust me, my love." The flame hahira held your face with his warm hands

"No Kyo, I don't think you should go. I feel something dangerous." You looked down, feeling the fear on your heart again

"All missions are dangerous but I am strong. I will survive and I will protect everyone who goes with me and then I will come back to your arms." He said, bringing his face closer to yours until his forehead was touching yours

"Do you really have to go?"

"Yes, I was called for this. It is my duty as the flame Hashira. You understand that too, right?"

"Yeah...I do, my love." You spoke in a melancholic and reluctant voice. "But still--"

"Shhh." His finger went to your lips, silencing you. "It's alright, don't worry. Let me comfort you, okay?" He whispered with a gentle smile that softened your heart

And he did, he always did. When you cried, he hugged you and promised that everything would be okay, and it does. And when you laughed, he made you laugh even more because your smile was what motivated him and what was most valuable to him.

He loved you and loved you very much. And all those he loved, he protected with his own life.

He laid you down on the mattress, getting on top of you, covering your entire figure. His warmth comforted you so much, his big, bright and captivating eyes analyzed all of your naked and sweaty skin, memorizing your every expression, every corner of yours.

He leaned in so his face was close to yours, your panting breaths mingling before he kissed you passionately. Your hands ran through his yellow and red hair as the slowness of his lips dominated you.

"I love you." He whispered against your lips

"Kyo, please..." You whimpered, feeling a little tear run down your face. "Stay with me, don't go..." You hugged him, placing his head in the crook of your neck

You hugged him so tight as if you wanted to keep him there forever, as if you didn't want him to leave.

You weren't as strong as him and you didn't have his willpower either, but you would do anything, anything it took to protect him and keep him safe. He would do the same for you without thinking twice, you just wanted to return the favor to him.

"I'll go, but I'm coming back to your arms..." He whispered, breathlessly, in your ear. "To the arms of my love. My only love."

You sniffled and sob at his words. Rengoku left the crook of your neck and wiped your tears with his thumb and planted a few kisses on your lips and then kissed your forehead. The way he cared for you was special. It was gentle and sweet.

The next morning was a little calmer, but there was still some uncertainty and fear on your part. You went down to eat the breakfast he had made while you were sleeping. He wanted to return the favor of when you made food for him to take on missions. You couldn't help but find him cute once again, for all the care and love he gave you. He was the perfect husband and the one you loved the most.

But after that tasty meal, came the hardest part. Saying goodbye to him before he left on his mission.

Already at the entrance of the house ready to leave, he hugged you so tightly that you even started to cry. You didn't mean to do it but your feelings were so strong that you were afraid of never feeling that tight hug again.

"Do you promise that you'll be okay and that you'll take care of yourself?" He whispered

"I'll only do it if you promise that you'll come back to me safe and sound." You said with some sniffles and sobs

"I promise but I want you to assure me of this first, okay?"

"Alright, I'll do it."

"I trust you, you are strong and a wonderful woman." He said, pulling away from the hug and holding your hands

"You always say such beautiful things, you make me blush." ​​You looked down with an embarrassed smile

"Maybe because I love you and I don't hide my feelings from you." He smiled, wiping away your tears. "Don't cry, my dear. I just want to see you cry but with joy when I get back, okay?"

"Yes." You nodded with a little smile

All these words and images passed through his mind while he was trying to cut off the head of the upper moon three in a battle that seemed to last forever. The flame hashira thought the mission was over the moment he saved the lives of 200 people on that train. He promised to save everyone there and he would do it until the end. And not only did he promise that, but he also promised you that he would come back.

"I have to go back..." He thought. "You must be waiting for me.Hold on a little longer, Y/n." Hashira stuck his sword deep into the demon's neck, who also seemed to be resisting until the end

The fight was taking a long time until the sun came to help Hashira in that battle. The upper moon ended up managing to run away desperately, leaving him behind.

Everything seemed to be over, he fell to his knees completely devastated but he was still smiling because he felt alive even though death had been so close to him for a second. His abdomen was open on one side and was dripping so much blood that it could even stand out on his black uniform. His hands were worn and trembling, His left eye had a large wound and he couldn't see on that side due to the punch and also the blood that was dripping there, making it even more difficult.

He was so exhausted but he, still with a drop of energy left in his heart, got up and stood up.

His three tsugukos looked at him, with eyes full of tears, when they saw him still so determined.

"You fought well, young men. I'm proud of your work here." He said in a voice that almost didn't sound like his own. His typical loud, excited voice."But now, I have to... I need to... I promised..." He didn't finish his words and fell completely weak on the ground, making the broken sword fall right in front of him

"Rengoku-san!!!" Tanjiro shouted when he saw him fall

The trio thought that was his death, but it didn't take long for the kakushis to return and take care of the rest. Shinobu was among them and it was she who went to check on Rengoku.

According to her observations, he wasn't dead, but he was in a very pitiful state.

It was lucky that he got out of there alive.

You were on the porch of the house waiting for Rengoku, who seemed to be late since so many days had already passed since the day of his expected return. You thought he had discovered some new place and wanted to stay there for a few days before returning. Probably eating all kinds of food that place had to offer. You even smiled at the idea.

However, his crow arrived with the news that he had been taken to the butterfly mansion due to his serious condition, resulting from the last battle, which made you lose the sparkle in your eyes and the smile you were giving just now.

You just got up and ran there as fast as you could. You knew from the beginning that this would end badly.

"No, this isn't happening... It's just a bad dream." You thought to yourself

You arrived at the butterfly mansion and ran in desperately looking for your husband.

"Where is he? Kyojuro!?" You shouted his name

"Is everything okay? Do you need help, Y/N?" Shinobu asked when she saw you so disoriented and anxious

"My husband, where is he? I heard what happened. Is everything okay with him? Has he recovered? Where is he?" You asked countless questions, in tears of despair, but she calmly held your hands and you stopped for a moment

"Take it easy, Y/N. Everything is fine now. He was badly injured when we found him and unconscious, but he is better now. His wounds are treated, but it will take time to heal, obviously. He was also very shaken and even after he regained consciousness, his words were not very clear. He only woke up last night because all these days he was under care and resting to make sure that the wounds would not open because they were very considerable hemorrhages. It could have been fatal, but Rengoku really is a highly qualified Hashira. A normal person couldn't withstand those attacks." Shinobu explained the situation to you and you could only cry and cry when you heard all that. "I'm sorry if we didn't give you news sooner, but the situation got out of hand and only when things calmed down were we able to give you the news." She apologized

"Please take me to him. I need to see him so much."

"But don't try to force him too much, okay? He's still fragile." She asked and you nodded

She showed you the way, but before you entered the room, she stopped you for a moment, holding your sleeve.

"Y/n, don't forget to congratulate him too. I heard he saved 200 passengers who were on that train. No one died because of his efforts."

You stood paralyzed in front of the door after those words. Your pride and love for him only grew more when you saw how far he went to fulfill his duty.

You slowly turned to her and curved your lips in a proud smile.

"There will never be another Kyojuro Rengoku in this world. Only him. My husband." You said, before entering the room and closing the door

You saw him lying on a bed in the back and went over to him. You sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him as he slept, his hands still warm as ever. He was still your usual Flame Hashira but he looked so devastated at that moment that even you were speechless.

Your fingers ran over the bandages on the left side of his face and you saw that his left eye had been injured and he was probably blind on that side. You wanted to see the wounds he carried under those clothes but you thought your stomach wouldn't be able to handle seeing the suffering of a long battle that almost took him away from you.

"I was so scared for you, so much. I was so worried. You said you would come back soon but things got out of control and you must have suffered so much..." You closed your eyes and more tears ran down your face. "You were so strong and brave until the end. I am so proud of you. Thank you for coming back to me." You kissed his hand over and over again

"I promised, my little flame..."The sleepy and weak voice left his lips and you looked at him promptly. "I said I'd be back to the arms of my only love." He gave a little smile and you were left open-mouthed when you saw him awake

"Kyo! You... You woke up. Thank goodness." You said, feeling the tears, which were now tears of joy, fall down your eyelashes. "I missed you so much." You said, leaning in to hug him

"Hey hey, be careful with my wounds, love. They might open." He warned and you quickly leaned back a little, thinking you had tried too hard

"I'm sorry, honey, but I just wanted to see you and to be in your arms." You said and he smiled

"I know, I thought about you a lot when I was on this mission too. All I could think about was going back to your arms again."

"I told you, I told you it would be very dangerous. Why are you so stubborn?"

"I did what had to be done, I fulfilled my duty and my mission." He said, looking into your teary eyes. "Are you proud of me, my love?" A tear ran down his right eye

"I've always been proud of you, my angel." You said leaning down and resting your forehead against his. "I am proud of your work as a hashira and for being a great warrior but above all, for marrying you. I love you." You whispered sweetly against his lips and he smiled feeling his heart soften

"Even if your husband no longer has his left eye and has wounds all over his body?" He asked jokingly and you chuckled softly

"You look handsome in all the ways, you will always be beautiful in my eyes. I didn't fall in love with your appearance but with the beauty of your brave and strong soul." You nudged his nose with yours. "And you know what? When these wounds turn into scars, you'll get even hotter." You said and he burst out laughing

"Oh, you didn't say that."

"Why not? Are you laughing at me for telling the truth? You'll agree with me, believe me."You said and you both burst out laughing

*Bonus scene*

Three months after the incident, he retired. Well, let's just say he didn't retire completely because he still kept up with the situation and was always willing to help in whatever was needed. It may not seem like it, but convincing this man to retire was harder than it seems. Both you and Master Ubuyashiki talked to him and he ended up accepting. Uzui also thought it was a good idea for him to stay out, at least that way he could have his best friend alive by his side. Even if he later ended up retiring and joining the club as well. But Kyojuro quickly assured him that he would always be available to go on a mission and fulfill his duty once again.

That afternoon you were both at home. You were in the room tidying up some things while Kyojuro was just getting out of the shower. He was wearing a towel around his waist and you looked back and saw him. The large wound that was there before had healed and was now just another one on his body.

You approached him and he smiled as he dried his hair with the smaller towel.

"See this here?" You caressed the scarred skin gently

"The scar?" He gave you a questioning look

"I told you a few months ago that when it healed, you'd looked hotter..." You said and he chuckled softly

"So?"

"So, I guess I was right. In fact, you've gotten even hotter than I thought." You bit your lower lip and he laughed

"You're feeling a little flirty today, aren't you?" He held your hands and kissed them."You make me fall in love with you again like the first time."

"You said before you left on that mission that you don't hide your feelings for me. So why do I have to hide my feelings for you?" You said, bringing your hands to his shoulders, caressing the damp skin with your fingertips. "You're my love, forever my flame hashira."

"I guess I can't call myself the flame hahira anymore." He gave a little smile

"It doesn't matter, and you know why? Because you left your mark in this position and I don't think anyone else can take on that role and do what you did. I said this before and I'll say it again, there will be no other like you."

"You're definitely making me fall for you again."

"Is that bad?Because look," You jumped into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist."I will gladly do it again and again, just as I will gladly kiss your scars and make you proud of them."

"Well that sounds good to me" He agreed, smiling at you

"Good, since we're both in agreement, let's go then."

[anticidic]

Can I ask from this ask game for Soukoku (all of the questions)? Thanks 🧁

https://www.tumblr.com/comingfromastatechampionasshole/119898100247?source=share

hi anon!! this looked fun, so I decided to do it 😊

1. Which one is the better cook

Chuuya. Dazai wouldn't know good eats even if it hit him upside the head. Dazai would try to cook, but he set off the smoke alarm not just once, but twice, and the last time he burnt their food beyond edible. I think Dazai would still try to hone his skills when Chuuya wasn't around.

2. What their love letters look like

Lowkey, I think Dazai would send a fake letter and then a really passionate letter full of him waxing poetic. The man gets caught up in his head too much and for too long, and it'd show in his writing where he fails to voice how he feels. You feel like you're reading someone's diary. The fake letter is to irritate Chuuya and pretend like he doesn't care about sappy love letters.

Chuuya, I think would be more straightforward and just say like, he went to the park and crossed over a bridge and it reminded him of the time they were there at night together looking up at the stars.

3. Which one outlives the other, and how they cope

I feel like Dazai would outlive Chuuya? It doesn't even have to be tragic, but taking elements from his canon self, I feel like after finding the one and settling down, he'd dread dying and his inner resolve would keep him alive.

He'd look like he was coping extremely well, or look completely unfazed by Chuuya's passing—the jokes go on, he continues annoying those around him. But then he goes home, it's just him and the four walls and a bed too big for just him, and it's cold. He talks to himself into the late hours nursing multiple glasses of alcohol and it goes on like that until dawn. He's avoidant of anything that reminds him of Chuuya at first because he stuffs every damn emotion down instead of letting them out, and he can feel that tiny crack going down the length of his face and splitting him open day-by-day.

Then, he's getting ready for another day and he goes into their closet that's now become entirely his, and he reaches for gloves because it's below freezing, and he accidentally grabs Chuuya's. The tears come because it's the final straw. And they don't stop.

But also taking parts of canon into consideration, I feel like Chuuya would have a shorter lifespan because of eventual corruption side effects catching up to him as he got older.

4. What they do on date night

Dazai would like doing something cozy, like ordering food and a movie in, but he gets roped into nights out at luxury restaurants, or to take a walk around a temple because Chuuya insists he needs fresh air.

5. How many kids they'll have

I can see them having two 👀 Dazai's the one really wanting the second

6. How they decorated their bedroom

Dazai's very minimalistic. Maybe a framed photo or two, a little lamp on the nightstand, and books he cycles through. Probably has a mini pile of clothes by the foot of the bed because he was late to work that morning. Chuuya wouldn't be as minimalistic, but you could tell he put thought and care into the decorations and how high quality the things he has are. A shoe rack for all his shoes to neatly line up on. A standing mirror by the dresser. Framed artworks hung up on the walls. A large bed with a lot of pillows and the bedding high quality.

7. Which one is the worse driver

Dazai, no contest. Chuuya will force Dazai out of the driver's seat if he has to.

8. What they argue about

Really stupid things. Like, Dazai not restocking the toilet paper. Chuuya forgetting to put his phone on silent when it rings on the nightstand at five am. Chuuya losing his mind over the fact his pack of cigarettes is slowly going down and he doesn't remember smoking so much, but it's really Dazai stealing them.

9. Which one swears more

Chuuya swears more out loud, but Dazai either swears in his head or to himself. Dazai will be sipping coffee at the table when he suddenly hears a loud, "Fuuuuuuck!" down the hall, and he goes to see what's up. But it's just Chuuya crumpled to the floor rubbing his foot because he stubbed his toe on the door. Then Dazai walks away.

Dazai will joke that Chuuya needs to wash his mouth out with soap, but he doesn't actually care that Chuuya swears.

10. What TV shows they watch together, and which ones they hide from the other

I think they'd be really into watching gritty shows or shows that have heists as a theme? The action would reel them in. But separately, I can see Dazai being into dumb reality shows because he "likes to make fun of how stupid people are" but he's really into them, and Chuuya likes cooking shows or animal documentaries.

11. What their first impression was of each other

Chuuya thought Dazai was a fucking idiot and actually couldn't stand him. (Rightfully so) And Dazai made it his mission to get under Chuuya's skin, and now whoops, look how they got here. A very push-pull relationship.

12. What they do for their anniversary

Dazai downplays it and acts cool when he casually suggests they go away to another part of Japan or they go down to Odaiba at night to walk along the pier and then dine by the water. He also got them a nice hotel room so it can just be them. Chuuya wasn't even really sure what to do, he was just gonna get a gift and take Dazai out.

13. Which makes a bigger deal of birthdays

I think Dazai would make a big deal about Chuuya's birthday, but not care about his own. Chuuya would dislike being reminded he's not only the older of the two of them, but he's getting older faster than he recalls the days going by like seconds. Dazai will joke about it, too, but he sprinkles in niceties like getting Chuuya a new pair of gloves.

14. What nicknames they call each other

I can't see them calling each other couple names honestly—I think they'd eventually come up with something only they understand/something stupid for one another. (I will say, Dazai thought he was hallucinating the first time Chuuya called him Osamu instead of Dazai, though.)

15. What they would change about each other

Chuuya would change Dazai's terrible habit of leaving messes everywhere, and Dazai would change how Chuuya hogs the bed and snores like a roaring machine.

[micia-posts-stuff]

Damianya Week | Soulmates

They keep being a good match!

[lotus-pear]

mourning black and the death of ideals

[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

lawlight week day 2: soulmates

[angeart]

horseman of war

[flufflecat]

lookin a little rough there fordsy

[oozeandgoo-art]

drew my ocs again. STILL can't draw Taran's human face but whatever, if he's just holding something in front of it we can't tell, right? Right?

Nakey version under the cut so you can see all the pretty textures I put on Haven.

[fox-guardian]

im so mad because cecil feels like he would wear glasses. he truly does. but he canonically wears contacts and im so mad about it.

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

I know this is random but reading your blog and seeing your art made me so motivated I made my 1st animation ever (not counting pixel art ones), after not drawing digitally in months and it looks kinda basic and it isn't colored but I made it and I'm really happy with it so I guess what I'm trying to say is thank you for motivating me to make digital art again! I hope you have a wonderful day/night :)

MKJSJWJW HI!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TELLING ME THATS GREAT!!! Animatics need time and patience so the fact you went straight for it is so cool!!!! I bet it looks lovely!

Hope you have the greatest day/night too!