#bonus points if his boyfriend is either sitting next to him or he's the one driving

[offonaherosjourney]

The end of Colin's arc in this season of Ted Lasso should include, at the very least, him driving away in a regular looking car

[hysteria-things]

U SHOULD MAKE A SMUT W CHRIS OR MATT INSPIRED BY THE SONG CARNIVAL BY KANYE AND CARTIII

bonus!

CARNIVAL

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: it’s always a fun time at the carnival, but what happens when you and your boyfriend have a little too much fun at the top of the ferris wheel?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, swearing, oral (male receiving), p in v, spit kink, choking, finger sucking, public sex

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,058

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i sincerely apologize if this sucks i struggled so hard on it for no reason😃

ib: @guccifrog you can check theirs out here :)

the giant teddy bear that chris won for you is held tightly under your arm. it’s almost as big as you for christ sake. usually, the carnival would freak you out because of the clowns and loads of people, but tonight was going rather smoothly.

he pointed to the ferris wheel, his hand gripping yours that isn’t holding a stuffed animal. “let’s do that.”

you groan. “chris, you know i don’t like heights.”

in boyfriend fashion, he ignores you and drags you to the growing line for the ferris wheel. you sigh, getting jittery as chris smiles like a fool beside you.

waiting very (im)patiently, it’s your guy’s turn to get on. you go first and he sits next to you, the worker locking the door and making sure the two of you are sealed in.

slowly, the ride starts going up, your heart becoming faster the closer it gets to the tippy top. this isn’t some small ferris wheel, it’s one of those big ones that are scary.

with your luck, you guys stop abruptly at the very top. the rocking of the passenger car doesn’t help with your jitteriness.

although, the view is breathtaking. people from below look like aunts as they walk around the concrete and grass. the stars and moon shine just above your head, mixing in with the rainbow flickering lights illuminating from the carnival rides.

voices and laughter flow around the air, and the sound of the carnival helps you relax. having fun with your boyfriend is the key for tonight, not getting anxious over a silly ride.

he admires the way you look right now, staring in awe at the action happening at all angles. scanning your body, he can’t help but think how good of an opportunity this is; being that nobody can see you.

you’re surprised when his lips press firmly on yours, moving in sync like he’s starving for your taste. you don’t stop him. instead, you pull him closer by the face.

both of your tongues swirl in each other’s mouths, saliva quickly coating your lips. moaning at the feeling, he pulls his head away to breathe. some spit is smeared on your chin.

he smirks. “get on your knees for me.”

your teeth are caught between your bottom lip with excitement, happily seating yourself on the ground. chris’ boner peeks through his pants. “well don’t just stare at it.” he mumbles, rolling his eyes.

you pull down his pants and underwear in one go, the way his dick springs out has your mouth watering for more.

starting to move your head to his tip, he grabs your hair to stop you. “spit.” he demands, and you look at him through your eyelashes.

you listen, spitting on him as he groans. “fuck yeah.”

he moves your head down his dick, gagging the further you go. once you’ve fit it in your mouth, he lets go and lets you bob your head.

each time you reach his tip, you smear more of your saliva to drive him insane. it’s sloppy, but it turns you on either way.

his chest heaves, groaning lowly when his dick twitches inside of your throat. the choking and gulping noises have him chuckling. “i’m— shit.” he pauses, rutting his hips upward. “i’m g-gonna cum down your throat, ma. you’d like that, yeah?”

you hum, the vibration shooting through his cock. he grabs your head once again and forces you to stay there when he cums. he bobs your head a little more to make sure you swallow all of it before pushing you so your lips aren’t around him anymore.

you waste no time to stumble to your feet, pulling down your bottoms until they’re in a pile with chris’. he cocks a brow at this.

straddling his lap, you align yourself with him while looking into his eyes with lust. “you have to be quiet. there’s still people on the ride, you know.” he teases, grabbing your hips to pull you down.

you moan loudly at the way he fills you, and he grabs your throat which causes you to stop immediately. “what did i just say?”

you pout, grinding your hips in desperation. “god.” he whispers, pulling you in to kiss you open-mouthed. you whine into the kiss, messily moving your lips on his as if this is the last kiss you’ll ever have.

“open your mouth.” he whispers against them, and you obey. “wider,” he says through gritted teeth, opening open as wide as you can go.

he spits on your tongue, shoving two fingers into your mouth, the three other ones still wrapped around your throat.

your hips now bounce up and down on his dick, rolling your eyes back at how fucking great it feels. your moans are muffled around his fingers, drool making a mess on his digits and the sides of your lips.

it doesn’t take long for his tip to reach your g-spot which has you moving at a more rapid speed.

he removes his fingers and drags them on your bottom lip, looking at how well you take him. either whimpers or high-pitched moans leave you. it gets so bad that chris now has to put his hand over your mouth. “shut up.”

“i-it feels so fucking good!” you whine in his hand. “cu-umming soon.”

because his hand covers your sounds more, you moan as loud as you can once your body starts to shake.

the whole upper half of your body leans back, chris having to hold you so you don’t fall.

he waits until you cum all over his cock to release inside you, slowing down the movements of your hips when he does so.

you collapse on his chest, but it doesn’t last long when the ferris wheel finally starts to move. in all honesty, you forgot you were still on the ride.

the both of you curse, gathering your clothes before the ride reaches the bottom.

when it does, the worker gives you a weird look before opening the door. you grab the bear that you placed across from you guys and walk down the ramp that leads to the ground.

you guys still look dazed, but try your best to hide it.

people may or may not have heard you, but one person saw you…

that poor teddy bear.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[readychilledwine]

Hello. I hope everything this going well with you. I have to say I fell in love with your book boyfriend post and... It got me thinking on an idea I hope you can write for me.

So reader is the daughter of either feysand, necessian Or gywnriel ( sorry if I got the spelling wrong) and she is reading books which are way more smuttier than what the ladies read. And the dad is just not having it and momma is having that moment where she believes she raised her child the right way and is encoraging her.

Thank you and i hope you have a great weekend ❤.

Like Mother, Like Daughter

Summary - After finding his daughter in the "I don't want Cassian to know I'm Reading Smut" Pose, girl dad Cass loses his cool

Warnings - girl dad cass, mentions of knife play and kink, smut

A/N - Happy @cassianappreciationweek! I should have posted this for family day, but day 7 it will be 💕

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"No," Cassian muttered to himself as he saw his daughter in an all too familiar pose. "No. No. No. No. No!" Each no grew louder as he observed her. The soft flush on her cheeks, the subtle way she bit her lip, the way her eyes were wide with excitement.

That pose was one Nesta mastered. One of the many he had named, and seeing his babygirl, his little y/n sitting in it had his heart feeling as though a Naga had ripped it from his chest. He stormed his way to her, ripping the book from her lap and gasping at the filth before him. "Y/n! What is this?!"

You were in shock, tea stilled near your mouth as you blinked at your now empty lap, "Um, my book?"

"This isn't literature! This is! This is! Oh, Cauldron! No!" Cassian could look away from the words, could stop reading the sentence about the mysterious warrior using his dagger for obscene acts on the young maiden. He could stop the way his gut twisted with each word. "This is worse than what your mother reads!"

You stared at him, wings twitching, "Dad, I'm 27. If I want to read smut, I ca-"

"You can not," he cried. "Not my daughter. Nope." His head was spinning as Nesta came into the room, looking between you two. He turned on her so quickly, striding to her with two steps and holding the book to her pointed nose. "What is this!? Who gave my daughter this?"

Nesta couldn't hide her smirk, those silver eyes lighting up as she took the book, "Oh, this is delicious. Who is this by, my sweet dove?"

"Some new author. They just go by Yarrow."

Nesta nodded at your answer, sitting next to you on the couch, "And you understand this is dangerous in real life?" She was satisfied with your nod before pulling you into her so both of you could read the scene being painted before you.

Cassian felt the air leaving his lungs. His throat grew tight as he tried not to scream. "Nesta, we need to talk," he grit out. "Now, please."

His mate held her finger to him, grabbing your pressed flower book mark from Aunt Elain before setting the book on the coffee table. "Yes?"

"She can not be reading this shit, Ness. She needs to read... Anything but that." He motioned towards the book he desperately wanted to throw into the fire. "This is completely inappropriate for her at her age."

Nesta only hummed, "She is reading books similar to what I did at her age. I do not understand what you are so upset about." You glanced between both of them, suddenly feeling so small, so insecure. "I would rather she is reading these things than going to pleasure halls and-"

"Do not finish that sentence," Cassian's tone grew sharp. "Do not even joke about my daughter doing something like that. Do not put it out into the world."

"It's a book," you whispered. "It is just a book. I like how the author writes. I love their use of language and structuring. I enjoy the way they build worlds. Yes, there is smut, but the world building in this series is fantastic. Everything is vivid, well layout, clear, consistent. I really enjoy the story. The smut is just a bonus."

"It's very well written," Nesta hummed. "Graphic without teetering the line of uncomfortable."

Cassian glanced between the two of you again, "I do not like it." He began to pace, "I am not comfortable with her reading garbage."

You shrunk slightly, "It's a fantasy series about found family, finding inner strength, and healing, Dad."

"It's a smut novel!"

"It's her choice," Nesta growled back. The room grew cold at that. Cassian sitting in a mix of fear and respect as he stared at his wife. "She is a grown female. If she wants to read smut, that is her choice. This is a much healthier option to so many other things she could be doing to explore her sexuality, Cassian. We should be proud this is the method she has picked and not whoring herself out."

Cassian seemed to pale at that. The image of you doing what he had done as a young male, racking a body count with different fae every week, scarring his mind. He didn't want that. He wanted better for you.

He picked up the novel, "This isn't the only type of smut you read, correct?"

"No," you answered softly. "I prefer dark fantasy, but I do soft things too. I just finished one you might actually like." You ran to your book shelf, grabbing the novella. "It's about a warrior and a lady. He partakes in a knights contest and she offers him her favor. Very strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn."

You handed the book to your dad, smiling as he looked at the romance novel hidden behind a black leather cover.

"I also have this one about a couple who met over summer, fell in love, she went away for something, family stopped their communication, she comes back, they're still in love," you ran back to grab the other book. "There's a super passionate rain storm kiss. It'd be neat to have that some day."

Cassian rolled his eyes as the books slowly piled up. The novels varied from great adventures with a kiss of smut to downright no plot. He let his eyes go to Nesta, watching as she stared at you with a look of pride, love, and admiration. "Hey," he whispered to his wife. "That's your hard work, Ness."

Nesta sighed dreamily, watching as you grabbed a 10th book and physically crawled into Cassian's lap, telling him about the fae King of Night who forced criminals into bargains before falling in love with a siren.

Cassian tugged the bond, sending his white flag to Nesta, a silent "You win," as you settled into his lap, showing him how the author of the first novel had built her world, the maps included, and the brief history that went into the fantasy smut novel.

He found himself in the same spot hours later, you asleep on his chest while he read a soft romance novel and Nesta read something that had her eyes going wide.

He decided then that perhaps this wasn't so bad. There could be worse things than having a daughter so much like her mother.

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[theemporium]

could i request sirius black with potter!reader where james knows about there relationship but is always dramatic about it

thank you for requesting!🖤

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“Oh Merlin, here they go again!”

��For fuck’s sake, Prongs.”

“Somebody hex my eyes!”

“Gladly.”

The bespectacled boy let out a small shriek when he felt a sharp pinch on his ear, squirming in his seat as he turned to glare at the culprit only to find his mother standing behind him, a knowing look on her face that quickly shut him up. 

“Stop being dramatic, James, and let your sister be happy,” Euphemia Potter told her eldest child, though it hadn’t been the first time she had said as much and it wouldn’t be the last either. It had been a common occurrence that she would find herself scolding her eldest child over his childish behaviour. 

You and James had always been close, both growing up and in the present time. Despite the age difference—though it was not much at all—your brother had always stood by your side and you likewise. When you joined him at Hogwarts, that relationship didn’t change when your friends became his friends, and his friends became your own too.

However, James Potter wasn’t expecting that it would lead to this. 

It had been over four months since you announced your relationship with Sirius Black to your brother and he had yet to get over what he called ‘the biggest betrayal of the century’.

“It’s off-putting,” James said with a heavy sigh, slumping back in his seat as he pushed his food around his plate with his fork. “I’m losing my appetite, mother.”

Euphemia gave him a blank look. “You’ll survive.”

“We aren’t even doing anything,” you pointed out to your brother but he just scoffed in response.

“He’s sitting next to you!”

You raised your brows. “And?”

“He used to sit next to me! You’ve taken my spot!” James exclaimed. 

“Well, technically I just switched seats,” Sirius piped up, always one to wind his best friend up as he threw his arm over the back of your chair. “So, she hasn’t taken your spot, I just changed mine.”

James narrowed his eyes. “There was a time where we were on the same side.” 

“You’ll always be my number two, Potter,” Sirius assured him, whilst you rolled your eyes as your brother did moments ago since you knew exactly where this was going.

“And who’s number one?” James asked with a huff. 

“My darling Euphemia, of course,” Sirius said with a massive grin on his face. “My number one Potter always and forever.”

“Hm, you just want an extra cookie,” Euphemia commented, though she seemed amused nonetheless. 

Sirius leaned his head back to look at her. “Did it work?” 

“We’ll see,” Euphemia smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head before she left the room. 

James let out a scoff. “And now you’re stealing my bonus cookies too—”

“I’ll half it with you,” Sirius offered.

James paused for a moment before he grinned. “I knew you were still my best friend.” 

Your gaze shifted to your boyfriend as you felt a hand lay on the top of your thigh, turning to raise your eyebrows at him as he just flashed you an innocent look.

“What?” you asked suspiciously.

“You know you’re my real number one, right?” he asked in a low voice, his head tilting down a little so his head was closer to you. “No one could replace you, doll.”

“First my mother, then my brother,” you mused, biting back your smile. “You trying to sweet me too, Black?”

“There’s a lot of things I want to do to you,” he murmured, a dark look in his eyes that sent a wave of desire and anticipation through you as his hand squeezed the fat of your thigh. 

“Like what?” you asked, your voice a little breathier than you expected.

His grin was wolfish. “Well—” 

“MUM, THEY ARE DOING IT AGAIN!”

.

[luvcozy]

Kokushibo x Shy! Easily Flustered! Human! Reader

@opheliasadventures1 :- Kokushibo with a shy and easily flustered human reader!>:3

(Bonus points if kokushibo switched sides and is a good demon now!)

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A/n :- I decided to give two little end bits of him remaining bad and the reader turning with him and him turning into a good boi, I also had maybe WAY too much fun writing this seeing as I worked on it for like 7 hours with a headache so please do enjoy lol, ik I did ❤️‍🔥

Warnings :- Some small manipulation in 'you turn bad for him', you have a wide array of knowledge in flowers, language, gender neutral reader, no use of Y/n, mentions of blood

His Moon

Genuinely a mystery to how you got with this guy

Hell even Akaza when he met you was more concerned you were there against your will

Oh the stunned look when you were just all smiles (nervous ones at that) at them

You and Kokushibo had an interesting relationship to say the least

He was quite the bold character and had a sharp tongue to follow his demeanor

You on the other hand were just quiet and shy, soft spoken even, a sharp contrast to the Upper Moon

You quiet nature tho is something he very much enjoys

It lets him sit and think while he waits for the sun to rest for the night

Often during the days he sticks to just 1 or 2 rooms that are blacked out for him

When you step into either the rooms he could be in you often have a book in hand and a red face when his eyes meet yours

That just leads to you sitting in his lap and reading while he meditates

He'll help where he can around your home as well, he's not home often but when he is, he helps and talks with you about his outings

You're no stranger as to what he does, I mean come on- he was demonic looking from when ya first met him so it's hard to say that you wouldn't know what he does

As long as you don't have to hear or watch any of it your fine

Another thing he likes about you

One time after WEEKS of working up the courage you asked him if you could play with his hair

Not in a braiding manor but rather just run your hands through his hair

He said no

But when he sees your defeated face he would sigh sharply and make the smallest gesture for you to come over and do so

When you do get to play with his hair the first time it's surprisingly soft

Who said demons couldn't care for their hair?

He may be a demon but he's not a barbaric one, he bathes and washes his hair

Once he sees how much you enjoy messing with his hair and he realizes how good it feels he lets you do it more often

When he wants you to play with his hair he won't outwardly say for you to do so but there will be signs that he wants you too

They won't be overly obvious so pay attention or you'll have a sour Koku on your hands to deal with

The one time you saw something irk him was when you and him were having a rather soft moment together

You were sitting in his lap facing him while his face was tucked away in your neck as you were gently scratching his scalp when a certain pot rolling noise was heard and a boisterous laugh followed it

"Oh! Seems I've happened to interrupt something, hmm?~"

Gyokko was a needle thread away from remembering how it felt to be a scared little human while fearing the close call with death

First time you got to meet the other upper six was purely by accident on Nakime's part

While strumming to summon Kokushibo to the Infinity Fortress you were dropped in his normal spot right on top of him without warning

How you were summoned at the same time as him was beyond his thought process at the moment

He's still reeling from you landing on top of him with a petrified look

You were sat closely to his side while your demon boyfriend was scolding Nakime on summoning you there

His smallest sliver of fear was warranted when you were next to him one second and the next you weren't

The other 5 Upper Moons were suddenly lined in front of you as your face was pale and frozen with fear

"How adorable!!! Kokushibo never disappoints when he's out, this one's adorable!!"

Before a Rainbow eyed demon could even grab you or lay a touch on you his hand was sliced all the way up his arm and his head was cut off in fours

You didn't need to look around to know who did it to him, as the blonde demons head and arm was regenerating even he was quiet

You went to scoot back and away only to be stopped by a pair of legs

Behind you was Kokushibo with a warning in his eyes as he looked at all the demons

Tense as it was Gyokko was the one to try and break the awkwardness by explaining who you were

Yeah- he was sent flying into one of the many distorted building rooms around you

After that and a defeated Upper 5 is what led to you meeting the other demons he disliked and worked with

Hantengu took to you quicker with your soft and sweet nature that surrounded you

He always was calling you 'too sweet for this world' or 'how can something so sweet exist in such a twisted world'

Akaza got along with you cause you seemed to remind him of someone, even though he can't recall that person, and the fact that he's the only demon there that wouldn't kill you in a flash

He was more like a protective sibling if anything, that and you rather enjoyed one another's company once the awkwardness was passed

You already knew Gyokko when he had interrupted a private moment between you and Kokushibo, he was odd to say the least, him and his weird fish abilities

If anything you and him just exsist around one another, and artist quarrel is what you could call it

Gyutaro and Daki were on a whole different realm of getting along with you, they were indifferent about you

I mean- they did watch basically their savor almost get mutilated by Upper Moon 1

When they did take to you tho it was more like a mother figure than anything, after Daki got over her 'prettier than thou' complex

Gyutaro was just enjoying watching you and his sister talk and do one another's hair and makeup (you both dragged him into getting his hair done with you too)

Douma was the last one to even be let around you and only when Akaza or Kokushibo was around you with him

He was- odd to you to say the least, always so smiley and oddly gleeful when he would say something morbid with a smile or growing grin about it

You were never left alone around him, he always spoke about how sweet you smelled and how delectable you would be and that's probably why Kokushibo was with you

His head was promptly sent off his shoulders by an irritated Akaza

After that you don't need to worry your head about it, Akaza and Nakime (after she had apologized to you) reassured you that Kokushibo was with you for you, not for entertainment or food

Muzan...

He was cordial with you if anything, yes while you were with his best demon behind his back he talked with Kokushibo on it a different day

He really only tolerated you till you offered him one of you flower identification books and some of your notes on them

You knew the flower he was looking for and were promptly obsessed with it's beauty yourself

After that it led to you and him talking about the different flowers he could try for his 'Science experiment' as he called it

You were made away in the ranks of the 12 Kizuki to not be messed with or toyed with by Muzan personally, he can't have his 'assistant' getting killed on him

Overall after that your home some rare nights had one of the other demons in it hanging out with you or chatting and helping you out while you lover was away

Douma and Gyokko were the only ones that never came over, Douma would if he could convince one of the others to go with him, he likes your character and how you fidget when you speak, that's his only reason to see you really

Muzan when visiting was an utter gentleman tho, he'd help where he could so you both could sit and talk about some of your research and his about what certain flowers could be good for

Nights that Kokushibo was there no other demon would be around, he likes his time between the two of you to remain private, he doesn't need the whole Kizuki to see him being a rare side of himself with you, even Muzan respected that

You turn him good...

It was more of his biggest scare he's had in all his years of being a demon that he shared with Muzan and that was the encounter with the boy that wore Hanafuda earrings

He would have been dead if you hadn't pulled the stupid stunt of jumping in front of him to stop the younger boy from cutting his head off

How you didn't was beyond you, cause when he seized his technique you fell back with a shaky form and white face

Before the Red head and his friends and sister could say anything about it, Kokushibo had you standing and hands roughly planted on your shoulders yelling at you about how stupid you were for doing that

Leaving those stunned around you two as the 2nd most feared demon was yelling at you about being reckless and careless about yourself

Shook them even more and Kokushibo when you slapped him across his face

"Me?! RECKLESS?!?! You're the one out here fighting these pillars and slayers, from what I just saw your the reckless one here! What was your plan! You can live several lifetimes over and choose to almost throw everything we built up and out the window for a selfish- a selfish piece of shit!! I don't think you knew what you signed up for when we got together! I love you and I'm not walking the rest of this world without you anymore! Demon or not you can die just as I can, I don't want you to just throw away our years like that... My heart could never take that.."

From there... Things were a blurring whirlwind of changes

One big one being you and Tanjiro having to stop every other pillar (and former Tengen) from trying to murder him

His change of heart was something that left him with little words to say to anyone or say anything for days on end, even with Sanemi trying his damnedest to not murder Kokushibo where he stands

The only pillar that had helped you with trying to change Kokushibo back to human when you brought it up was Shinobu, Tanjiro, the kindest soul you've met here, helped as well, even Mitsuri was eventually on board cause of it being such a true act of love

You had actually succeeded after some years of working with them and Kokushibo helping take care of the three young pillars and some of the other older pillars themselves

It was painful when none of the other demons wished to change and you had to hear about their deaths

Kokushibo knew it affected you and at night when you would cry about losing some of the good ones he would hold you close, cradle you gently till you would either settle down after a bit or fall asleep

When the time to take the reverser you and Shinobu made it changed his appearance entirely flakes fell off of his face and arms like whisps of fall leaves

His skin tone a human color again and his 6 eyes now only two with a vibrant red color filling them as he was tackled into a hug by you laughing a crying

He sat up with you clung around him as he smiled and patted your head with a small chuckle of his own while sharing a warmed look

His first steps outside was a mental struggle on him, he's not been in the sun for years an years and now he's about to step into the thing he despised

When he stepped into the sun without bursting into flames he merely looked back at you with a small smile and held his hand out for you, you ended up just taking a walk around the butterfly mansion and was even found sharing a nap in the sun

Though fixing and making his sleep schedule regular again was a hassle in the making but it led to some fun moments

Overall when it came to the final days of defeating Muzan Kokushibo was a big help and even trained the newest 3 pillars there, even if it was beyond training with the others, it did good

When peace was finally successful between it all and Muzan gone it was really the greatest coming years for you and Kokushibo

Your own home, land, still getting up early and training for Kokushibo, old habits die hard, delicious meals throughout the day, enjoying tea again, even starting your own chapter when you decided to finally have your own kids adopted or biological

It didn't matter, you had a true life with someone you call your lifetime partner, your forever soulmate, no matter what ❤️

You turn bad for him...

The more and more you hung out with the upper ranks and some of the lower ranks the more you started considering them friends and family to you

It was odd for Kokushibo, but nonetheless you were happy so he left it alone with some warnings in tow he gave you about getting close to them

You listened, you always did, especially when visiting the others in the fortress when he wasn't around

Times like that Nakime and Akaza would watch you carefully in his absence

Only ones they knew that Kokushibo dislikes around you is Gyokko, Douma, Enmu, and sometimes Rui

They were the only ones that he would draw a line with

And speaking of which the more you stayed and helped and your bond with Kokushibo grew

The one thing that scared you into making such a big decision is when your home was invaded by a Slayer, a not so friendly one at that

He was onto you 'hiding a demon' in your home and it resulted in you being cut along your side when you kept denying and shakily standing your ground against him

Just as you hit the floor, holding your side the slayer in front of you sprayed blood from his shoulder then pierced with a blade littered with eyes on it and behind him, a very pissed off Kokushibo

Once the slayer was dealt with Kokushibo was quick to make his way to you and take you to the kitchen to wrap your wound

It wasn't anything threateningly deep so he was able to patch you without anything severe

You didn't say anything while he gently tended to your bandages before you made him stop in his tracks

"..I want to be a demon.."

"No, you don't"

"And why can't I?"

"Do you enjoy the sun?"

"I do at times."

"Do you like your flowers?"

"Yes, you know that."

"Do you like being human.."

"I- what does that have to-"

"Do you cherish your humanity?"

"..."

"...Only... Only when you decide to leave what makes you human behind.. Will I turn you into a Demon and I will be sure to tell Muzan that too."

Kokushibo doesn't understand why you want to suddenly become a demon

Was it to protect yourself? No, you can protect yourself fine thanks to him teaching you

Over the course of a few days you and Kokushibo were rather... Distant

He didn't understand it, why give up one of the things he loves about you, you know this

But why is he also so conflicted? He used to entertain the idea of you both being demons a lot when you first initially had settled in with one another

It's weird for him rn, he likes that your human and can enjoy most things he can't, on the other, he knows that if you were to become a demon he would be able to worry a whole lot less about your well-being and you would be even more able to protect yourself

Eventually... You two are sitting on your back deck looking over the nights silvery cast that was set over the ground

Neither of you said anything, even when you climbed into his lap and had a hearty sigh expel from your chest

"I just... Even if it was a minor attack for you, I can't fight slayers, or demons, I'm not strong enough to wield a blade and without that, I can't fight them."

"I am aware of this, I have offered you plenty of times to learn different weaponry that can be specially curated into a weapon for you by a blacksmith. Was the offer not appealing enough?"

"It was... Very appealing...but there's a lot more at risk of becoming part of the corps than turning. You can recover from things that we can't, no matter the best doctors or medicines. I am also aware of the risks of becoming a demon..though there are far less cons that show their differences too."

Kokushibo rose an eyebrow as he shifted you in his lap, he grabbed your chin and made you look up at him

Even when he did this you avoided his gaze....you never spoke this much or sounded almost as passionate as you have unless.... There was another reason...

"Speak with your chest, I know that there's another reason as to why you want to change. So tell me what it is."

You looked to meet his gaze for a split second, locking with his middle set of eyes before you grabbed his hand on your chin. You moved the hand to your chest over your heart while you leaned against his chest

"You..."

"Elaborate.."

You took a deep breath again and looked around your yard before shutting your eyes

"You had said and I had agreed back when we first made our promises... That even if I were to die and you go on living, you wouldn't love another soul, nor turn your back on my aging body."

"I did, and I will honor those promises for as long as I am here and continue to do so since the day I made them. Is that your point?"

"My point... Is that I don't want to leave you eternally alone. I would rather be a demon and lose my humanity just so we can be together for as long as we both live, that is my point."

For the entire time you've been here like this, after the passing seconds of what you said hung in the air for him to mull over

And then... He smiled

"Then listen to me well My Moon.."

He removed his hand from your grasp and took his blade out, running it along his wrist in a slow fluid motion as his blood began to run and drip to the wood floor below you

"If you choose not to ingest my blood, I will remain. I am a man of my word and my promises to you will never be empty or forgotten. However... Do you choose to ingest my blood, what you said before that you 'Don't want to leave me eternally alone" will become your promise to me that I will expect you to honor, do you understand My Moon?"

He held his arm up to your eye level as it continued to drip and stain both of your clothes as he held it.

You looked at his arm watching each drop of blood drip from his arm

You looked back at him and his expression, a soft smile was spread across his face, but all of his eyes showed a waiting fury for what your decision would be

No matter the choice... he would be at your side

You moved and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as you turned and gently took his arm closer looking at the cut with your final decision

"Till Death Do Us Part"

You moved the cut to your mouth and slowly with a bit of a sour look on your face as the tangy metallic taste flooded your mouth and soon your entire body

Before you could scream or yell in paint and thrash about, Kokushibo clasped a hand over you mouth to muffle any noise you made

His other arm thrown around your waist pinning you back against him and pinning your arms at your sides

You squirmed, shook, thrashed, and screamed against his hold and hand while he just held you like it was nothing

He smiled while watching you, his eyes softening a bit while he looked up at the moon and forced your head against his shoulder to make you look at it as well

"Till Death Do Us Part, Forever One"

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heeseung as your boyfriend!

(soft moments with him)

contains: bf!Heeseung x gn!reader | genre: fluff, one of them is slightly suggestive, nothing crazy but still decided to point it out | tw! implications of sexual tensions (again, nothing happens) | wc: 1,4k

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➶ keeping passionate eye contact *ೃ༄

Heeseung is either a very confident or a complete shy mess, there’s no in-between. But when he does feel confident enough he would often keep a long and passionate eye contact with you. Usually does it pretty randomly, like when you’re waiting for your order at the restaurant, cuddling at home or even doing your groceries. He exactly knows the impact it has on you, even though you often try not to let him know the intimacy his eyes hold makes your knees weak.

You finished doing the dishes while Heeseung was helping you by drying them and putting them in their assigned cabinets. Accompanied by soft music, everything seemed to pass quicker, even if it was something like doing your hated house chores. You wanted to sit down after cleaning up when you noticed Heeseung offering his hand.

“May I have this dance with you, ma’am?” he asked suddenly all serious. Hearing your favorite song to have a slow dance with him you accepted his hand and soon you in his arms, swinging to the rhythm of the music.

His eyes didn’t leave yours for the whole time you danced. It conveyed so much that for a while you had to think about what exactly it was. Admiration mixed with joy caused by this moment topped by pure love he had for you. His stare wasn’t an intense look that makes you want to look somewhere else. It was soft and dreamy as if he wanted to tell you: “I love you so much, my dear.”

➶ giving you back rubs and head scratches *ೃ༄

If Heeseung was to describe in one or two words it would be comfort and peacefulness. Even though he has his hyperenergetic moments most of the time you spent with each other is rather calm, making both of you clear your minds. Those times also would include an intense amount of touch that at the beginning somehow overwhelmed you but after a while, you just started to melt in his touch. Especially the way his hand wandered the skin of your back or tangled in your hair while scratching your scalp helped you just instantly fall asleep, no matter what time of the day it was.

“Hi baby,” he said after you plopped next to him on the couch. You immediately found your favorite spot, by laying on top of him and burying your face in the crook of his neck, earning a breathy laugh from him. “How was your day, baby?”

“Tiring,” you mumbled, voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

You hummed in satisfaction as his hand went under your shirt to rub your back. Smiling to yourself you listened to his comforting words.

“You always work so hard, and I’m proud of you,” he spoke and pecked your hairline lovingly.

“I love you, Hee,” you confessed. “You always make me feel so loved.”

“Well, I’m glad, because I love you so much, my big baby.”

➶ laying his head on yours *ೃ༄

For some reason, Heeseung seems like a guy who loves touch that involves the head. Patting his partner's head, playing with each other's locks, brushing fingers through them, trying new hairstyles. All of them bring come different kinds of comfort that he can’t explain. Whenever you just hang out and sit next to each other, either sitting at the bus stop or in a cafe, he just lays his head on top of yours, bonus points if you just lean on his shoulder. The comfort of this position makes his heart feel at ease.

The business of people working in a coffee shop and the soft chatter of its customers surrounded you. The fuss didn’t bother any of you, as you just comfortably sipped on your beverages, sitting next to each other in the corner, having a perfect view of the whole cafe.

You laid your head on his shoulder, and soon he followed your action, his head landing on yours.

“Can I try yours?” Heeseung suddenly asked pointing to your drink and lifting his head. You just handed him the cup without saying a word. You waited for his reaction and looked up at him, noticing how his adam’s apple raised as he sipped. He hummed at the delicious taste of your order and handed it back to you. “I like it,” he said and his head once again laid on yours.

➶ sharing earphones *ೃ༄

Sharing the same or at least very similar music taste is for Heeseung a true game changer when it comes to relationships. Music plays an important part in his life, not only as a singer or dancer but as a person who just listens to it 24/7. Seeing him with earphones is natural, just like the fact that he doesn’t often share them with anybody. Anybody but you. Whenever he sees you while he’s listening to some music through earphones, he just makes you walk with him handing you one of them.

The rain poured hard, raindrops hitting the bus’s windows with strong impact. Behind it, you spotted a few people running to nearby stores to hide from it, while all your fellow passengers quietly observed the situation. Since some parts of the city were flooded, roads were full of cars and other buses that didn’t seem to move any minute.

Your thoughts were stopped when you noticed Heeseung handing you one of his wired earphones. Without saying a word you looked at him and put it in your right ear while he did the same. You peeked at his phone to see what he was about to play. You smiled at his choice, perfect for weather like tonight.

Leaning on his shoulder you closed your eyes, feeling his hands gently playing with your fingers. His touch along with relaxing rain and music sounds made you sleepy, you didn’t even realize when you dozed off.

➶ pulling you closer by your waist *ೃ༄ | slightly suggestive

What brings an indefinite amount of joy to his heart is seeing you all smiley or shy. Testing your reactions to different types of skin ship he finally found a perfect way to make your heart flutter as well as his, which was pulling you closer by your waist. Throughout your whole relationship, he did it so often that it became a casual way of him saying a whole bunch of different confessions, from “You’re so beautiful”, “I love you so much” and in specific moments “I want you so badly”.

Getting final touch-ups to your makeup you made your way to the living room where Heeseung waited for you, ready for your date night. The moment he saw you he couldn’t contain his smile, eyeing you up and down, making you shy. He stood up and in a swift motion pulled you closer by your waist. Your bodies clasped together and you tried to hold eye contact with him as long as you could.

“It should be illegal to look like this,” he said in a flirty tone.

“Like what?” you played along but he didn’t respond and just pulled you closer to kiss you passionately.

His lips were soft in contrary to the rough kiss. His hands wandered on your sides and hips as you tangled your fingers in his locks. Before it led to something more you pulled out earning a frown and unconscious pout on his lips.

“Let’s go,” you spoke innocently and took his hand in yours.

“Y/n, I swear to God, you’ll be the death of me.”

➶ making playlists with songs that remind him of you *ೃ༄

Just like I stated, Heeseung truly believes his whole life depends on and relies on the music. You could even say that music is somehow his default love language. He enjoys dancing, singing and just vibing to his favorite songs with you. What he does when he misses you or finds an album that he thinks you would like or just reminds him of you is just add it to a playlist with your initials as a title. Sometimes he forgets himself and spends the whole afternoon picking perfect matches before finally sending you a link to them.

“What are you doing?” you popped on the couch next to your boyfriend, who was busy the whole evening with his phone.

Curiosity killed you and you couldn’t stand it any more so you took a look at his phone and the view didn’t surprise you that much.

“Another one?” you asked smiling at the sight of another playlist named after you.

Heeseung just turned his head to face you, showing you the purest smile ever, a short peck on the corner of your lips following that.

“You’re gonna love this one, even more than the last one,” he spoke shaking his head, proud of his song choice.

You leaned your head on his shoulder and stole a sneaky peak at his phone once again. This time he hid it from you and sent you a playful look.

“Oh nah, you have to wait until I sent it to you to find out what’s there,” he spoke and wagged his finger at you.

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Bubz's Slasher Fictober Apple Crumble NSFW Alphabets Day 22: Billy Loomis

For day 22 I decided to give the ghostface girlies another treat for this month. Plus since I've only done Poly ghostface so far technically this isn't overlapping and it's an entirely separate person (I've been running out of people to write NSFW alphabets for without too many characters getting two or three fics)

Notes: Minors DNI, NSFW, Smut.

A is for Aftercare (What they're like after sex):

Billy loves pillow talk, he could stay up for hours afterwards just talking to you about anything and everything going on in your lives. If you know about Ghostface he enjoys telling you about what him and Stu get up to when you aren't around.

He also likes to clean you both up too, not much lovey dovey shit though since he wants to focus on cleaning the mess and being able to relax with you.

B is for Body Part (Favorite on them and their partner):

His favorite body part on him (Besides his hair) are his arms. I've always taken him as the guy who works out at least a little. Plus with all the Ghostface stuff he's gotta have at least some muscle there. He's overall quite proud of his body.

On you he loves your thighs. No matter how thick or not they are he thinks their great. No matter if your sitting in your bedroom or next to him in the cafeteria he's always got a hand on them making sure everyone else knows who you belong too.

C is for Cum (Anything to do with cum):

Billy's not trying to risk anything at all even if you can't get pregnant so he always pulls out. He likes to cum on your chest but your face is also a close second for him.

D is for Dirty Secret:

Before you and Billy got super close to where the two of you began a relationship, you were probably close to the top of the Ghostface list. He'd never tell you but he thought at first you were just like everyone else at school so he had no qualms with going after you until he realized you weren't and found himself becoming attracted to you.

E is for Experience (How experienced are they?):

Billy is Billy. He's got loads of experience in both one night stands after parties and actual relationships. That doesn't make him the best boyfriend in the entire world, but he's not entirely stupid on how to make the relationship work.

F is for Favorite Position:

Billy surprisingly is a simple guy. He likes missionary cause he loves looking into your eyes and watching what he does to you as he whispers gentle praises in your ear.

G is for Goofy (How serious are they?):

He can laugh a little and get cocky during sex. He's not the most serious person ever by a long shot but he also is gonna stick to his goal of making you both cum.

H is for Hair (How well groomed are they?):

The king at taking care of himself. He keeps himself well groomed pretty much everywhere. I mean he does have an image at school to upkeep.

I is for Intimacy (How are they during the act, romantic etc):

Billy has romance down to a science. He isn't afraid to break out all the bells and whistles to really knock you off your feet. Like I said he's good at this shit both putting on a facade and actually meaning it.

J is for Jackoff (Do they masturbate and how often?):

He does it pretty regularly whether he's with you or not. It's something to pass the time when he's board waiting for Stu for Ghostface shit and he just actually enjoys doing it so why not.

K is for Kink (Their kinks):

Bondage, Billy loves to tie you up and leave you desperate for him. Bonus points if you cry and beg him to fuck you while he's doing it.

I could also see him having a slight daddy kink, or maybe at least calling him sir or something. He loves having that sort of power over you. He's also got a major corruption kink that I think is pretty self explanatory.

L is for Location (Favorite places to have sex):

He like it best on a bed or a couch. He also really enjoys the times neither of you can wait till you get to either of your houses so he pulls over to the side of the road and you do it in the back of his car.

M is for Motivation (What turns them on?):

He loves when you surprise him with skimpy outfits. He also really enjoys when you wear these outfits to school or out and about with him so he can stare at you and get a list together of everything he's going to do to you later.

N is for No (Something they won't do):

He's not gonna share you (Maybe with Stu since I am a fan of Poly Ghostface), You're his and he's not willing to let anyone else touch you.

He also won't ever like physically strike you, He just isn't into shit like that and doesn't think it actually has any purpose besides hurting you.

O is for Oral (Oral Preferences):

Really big on both giving and receiving. Is maybe just a tad more into receiving since he thinks your amazing at it, but he's not afraid to have you for a meal here and there.

P is for Pace (How fast or slow? Are they rough?):

Billy loves to be a bit rough around the edges but he likes to take things slow. He's really into savoring the moments the with you and making it a nice experience for the both of you.

Q is for Quickie ( Do they like quickies?):

Billy likes quickies, if you can't make it to a bed or anywhere to do the whole shebang he'll go for a quickie in maybe the back of his car or a random janitors closest.

R is for Risk (Are they down to experiment?):

He has his particular things he's just not into and not going to try but he is down to experiment with some things. I could see it also being something you have to bring up for him to even give it a second thought. He just knows what he's into and is satisfied with it.

S if for Stamina (How long can they go for?):

He can go for a while, maybe a good few hours. He does like to give you breaks though as he knows he can get rougher especially when he starts to get tired towards the end.

T is for Toys (Do they use toys and do they like them?):

I could see him having a few things himself to use when he jerks off and stuff, but most of the hardcore toys he saves for you if your into it. He will also be really into buying you toys to try out that caught his eye.

U if for Unfair (Do they like to tease?):

He teases a good bit cause he likes to rile you up, but he's never gonna be to terribly mean about it. It's more so just playful teasing to get you worked up.

V is for Volume (How loud can they get?):

Billy audibly moans a lot but he's not the loudest with it. He likes when your loud so anyone who's around knows who makes you feel that good but he himself doesn't get that loud.

W is for Wild Card (Random things):

Out of all the outfits, he likes pink frilly things the best. There's something so innocent about it to him that he likes to corrupt. That if you really wanna get him worked up show up in some pink frilly shit.

X is for X-Ray (What are they packing):

A good six inches. He's about medium in girth too and the shaft itself is pretty straight. Perfect for hitting all the good spots.

Y is for Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

It fluctuates, it can be high if your working him up, but he usually isn't ready to go at the drop of a hat.

Z is for ZZZ (How fast do they fall asleep?):

Like in aftercare he likes to talk to you afterwards so he's not gonna fall asleep for awhile. You'll most likely be the one to fall asleep first and shortly after you since he'll have no one to talk to he will fall asleep himself.

[practickles]

EnaKasa Tickle Headcanons

It's downright criminal that these two have never interacted.

Absolute. Drama. Queens. 

Neither of them can just sit still and take it, they are either flailing and squealing like it’s the one thing between them and spontaneous combustion or twitching violently and complaining nonstop (never meaning a word of course) 

Ticklish tummy solidarity. I don’t make the rules, sorry. 

Tha image of them just sitting next to each other, gradually hiking up each others shirt and tickling oh so softly without either laughing or saying a word. It’s kind of become an unspoken game for them at this point. The first one to giggle gets nonstop raspberries for at least 5 minutes. They have a pretty even win/loss streak. 

These two are stubborn, so tickle fights can get intense and often start with no warning. 

All it takes is a few fingers under either of their arms and suddenly its been an hour and both are exhausted and panting on the floor. 

Ena for sure plays dirty too. Does that thing where she pretends to be giving a break but right as Tsukasa inhales, she tickles him again. She’s also really mean by means of going for bad spots and not letting up for even a moment. 

It is no understatement to say that both of those make him lose his mind screaming. 

Pretty much the only advantages he has on her are physical. He’s got size, strength, and endurance but in every other sense she has him completely beat. Yeah he can pin her but that won’t stop the teasing, which is half the battle for him.

Neither of them mind how often he loses though.

I’ve talked on here before about Tsukasa being the most dramatic and playful, but also the sweetest ler out there. That 100% rings true when he goes for Ena too. 

She’s the type to be easily frustrated and then take that frustration out on herself. Luckily for her, her boyfriend hates that and has a much better solution for it (read: frequently tickling her to pieces)

Idk, I think Ena comfort tickles would just be a common thing for them in general. 

Tsukasa is one of the only people in her life who she feels comfortable enough to admit to that she kind of maybe just a little bit doesn’t hate being tickled. 

He, of course, understands that’s Ena-speak for “she loves to be tickled. It makes her happy.” He also knows she’s frequently in need of comfort. 

Body image issues? Soft tickles everywhere she’s insecure while he whispers how pretty his girlfriend is. Insecure about her art? Tickling her until she forgets and saying the corniest stuff like “if your art is half as lovely as that laugh, then you have no reason to worry.” Trouble waking up? Try staying in bed when you’re too busy squirming. 

It is a miracle she hasn’t burnt to a crisp yet with how easily he can make her blush.

Another embarrassing thing he does is the theatrics.

He just makes.. Such a big deal about how fun it is for both of them and is clearly so engrossed in it. 

Playing characters and high pitched “kitchi kitchi” noises serve to remind Ena exactly what’s going on and exactly why she’s not pulling away.

The worst part for her is the fact that he’s not even trying to fluster her with the tickling. It’s just an added bonus if/when he notices it. He’s just so affectionate she can’t help getting all embarrassed.

Ena, on the other hand, does not at all take Tsukasa’s sweetness into account when he winds up on the receiving end. 

Ena loves to draw on Tsukasa in general, like doodling on his arms/hands whenever she's feeling antsy but especially loves being able to take the time to make use of his stomach when she's in the mood for a longer “project”.

Really it's just an excuse to see/touch Tsukasa's tummy but he doesn't need to know that. Sometimes she doesn't even draw, just traces shapes with her finger or a clean paintbrush.

“Such a beautiful and strong canvas. So perfect for me” is all that needs to come out of her mouth for Tsukasa to be ready and able to do anything she could ever want.

She’s one to keep her nails always well done and pretty and that fact has nearly sent Tsukasa to his grave so many times. 

He already loves how they look, he can recognize the artistry and has even considered having his own done. But when they’re wiggling towards him? He’s an absolute goner. She knows exactly how to pinch his ribs and slowly drag them around. 

To the point where he’s associated that with her nails and even looking at her hands too long can put him in a lee mood. 

Tickles to get him to shut up. 

Tsukasa has a unique talent of being able to fill any room’s silence with his voice going on and on and on. Ena has a talent for filling the room with his laughter instead.

Tsukasa can get kind of overenthusiastic and reactive at times, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes though, feeling so much at once is overwhelming and what better way of tiring yourself out than annoying your vindictive girlfriend into wrecking you to pieces?

A classic favorite of his is to poke Ena over and over, sometimes somewhere ticklish to make her jumpy or even just her cheek just to be annoying. 

Because he lacks subtlety, she always knows what’s going on. 

Whether she draws it out and makes him admit it or immediately gets him back depends on her mood. Tsukasa loves both regardless, it’s a win-win.

He gets downright whiney if she drags it on too long but still won’t ask. The best she’ll ever get is a little mumble.

When Ena is in the ever elusive “soft ler” mode, she has a tendency to become absolutely captivated with any smile of Tsukasa’s. She just wants to look at him all day. Every single one of his features is perfect to her. 

He gets so so shy from the attention, Ena just has to tickle him right back out of his shell. 

[olddirtybadfic]

You Got Played: Seto's Love Life Tears the Kaiba Brothers Apart (Part Two of Five)

A wise man once said, "You know what this story needs? A love triangle!"

Part one is here.

This fic contains: Teen!me laboring under the delusion that Bandit Keith is the same age as Yugi and company; song lyrics inserted into the prose; mpreg fakeout scene (bonus "even pregnancy of the male variety does not work that way" content); vomit mention; Bandit Keith being a prick; everybody is kind of an idiot; Kaiba and Yugi dueling in bed without cards to “Cotton Eye Joe”; author’s notes to give track listings; condom mention; cheating; terrible OC; Noah Kaiba somehow being alive and bizarrely invested in his brother’s romantic life; old people bingo hall fight; Blue Eyes White Dragon underwear as a plot point

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When Kaiba got home, he had nothing else to do. Doing the nasty with Keith had taken a lot out of him, so his first stop was the refrigerator.

Mokuba entered the room as Kaiba was making a sandwich out of cheese whiz, mayonnaise, pickles and, oddly enough, chocolate.

“Seto, what’s with the weird food?” Mokuba asked.

“I was just really hungry,” Kaiba answered.

“You’re never really hungry.”

“Doing it with Keith must have taken a lot out of me.”

“WHAAT?!”

“Did I say that out loud?”

“You DID IT WITH KEITH?! HOLY HELL!”

“It’s not that big of a deal, Mokuba.”

“Yes, it is! Noah’s gonna be pissed off!”

“No, he’s not, because you’re not going to tell him.”

“But-”

“Please, Mokuba? I don’t want Noah getting mad at Keith and trying to beat him down.” Kaiba attempted to use “puppy eyes” on Mokuba.

It actually worked. “All right! I won’t tell him.”

“Thank you.”

After Kaiba finished his sandwich (and a whole bunch of other food), he went to bed.

The next morning, Kaiba ended up paying for overeating by having to run back and forth to the bathroom to either puke or defecate. This started at about five o’ clock in the morning. Later in the morning, Kaiba was perfectly fine.

He reflected on what happened the night before. He knew Mokuba would keep his secret for him. He also knew that he couldn’t tell Noah, at least not right that moment.

“I can’t tell Noah right now. It would worry him too much. Plus, he might try to beat up Keith, thinking that Keith raped me. I don’t want to start any drama.”

Later that day, Keith and Kaiba were actually going out in the daytime for once. They were sitting in a hidden spot in the park.

Keith was looking around, nervously, knowing that Kyra could come walking by at any minute.

Kaiba was leaning his head on Keith’s shoulder. Normally, Kaiba didn’t do this, but Keith made him so happy that he kissed Keith on the cheek. Keith put his arm around Kaiba’s waist. Keith noticed how slender and delicate Kaiba was compared to himself.

A few minutes later, Kaiba left, saying he had to go to the bathroom, but he’d be back.

While Kaiba was in the bathroom, Kyra had stopped to talk to Keith. Noah and Mokuba had gone to the park and were walking by them.

“The weather’s really good today,” Noah was saying, until Mokuba stopped dead in his tracks.

“What’s wrong?” Noah asked.

“Look,” Mokuba said.

Keith and Kyra were making out, and they were in a very interesting position, with Kyra wrapping her legs around Keith….

“Holy crap….” was all Noah could say. “Isn’t he on a date with Seto right now?”

“Yeah, but we can’t tell Seto,” Mokuba said.

“Why the hell not?! He has the right to know that his boyfriend’s a player,” Noah said.

“But Seto’s so happy! Why should we ruin it? What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, right?” Mokuba retorted.

“Listen, Mokuba, I want Seto to be happy just as much as you do, but he deserves to know the truth about Keith,” Noah said. “I just hope he hasn’t gone and done something stupid, like having sex with Keith.”

Mokuba stared over at Noah out of the corner of his eye. “That ship has already sailed,” he thought.

By the time Kaiba was finished in the bathroom, Kyra had left. Keith was still waiting on the bench. Kaiba sat down next to Keith. They moved in closer to each other and began to kiss. It was at this moment that Keith realized how different Kaiba’s and Kyra’s kissing was. Kyra always kissed him for a really long time and she used her tongue. Her kisses were long, steamy, and passionate. Kaiba’s kisses, on the other hand, were usually short and he never used his tongue.

“Oh, Ky, your kisses are so hot,” Keith muttered.

Kaiba stopped kissing Keith and looked directly up at him. “Did you just call me ‘Kai?’”

“Oh, shit, I just said that out loud,” Keith thought. “Uh….yeah.”

“Keith, that’s cute, but I’m not sure if I like pet names,” Kaiba said.

“Okay, then, I won’t call you ‘Kai’ if you don’t like it.” Then Keith remembered something. “I just remembered, I have to do some stuff tonight, so I won’t be able to see you.”

“It’s okay,” Kaiba said. “I should probably stay in and catch up on my sleep, anyway.”

So Keith walked Kaiba home.

-O-o-O-

When Kaiba went into the mansion, he heard the sounds of Mokuba and Noah having an argument of sorts.

“We have to tell him, Mokuba! He needs to hear the truth!” Noah was saying.

“But it would make him really mad! We can’t tell Seto that!” Mokuba protested.

Kaiba walked into the room. “What can’t you tell me?!”

“Seto, today we saw Keith making out with a girl in the park and we saw her and Keith on a date in the mall yesterday,” Noah said.

Mokuba covered his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see his brother fly into a rage at the news. When he heard nothing, he looked up. Kaiba wasn’t raging. He was just standing there, looking shocked, somewhat angry, and a little hurt.

“Why would you say something like that about Keith?” Kaiba asked in a dangerously calm, quiet voice.

“Because it’s true,” Noah answered.

“No, you’d say something like that because you don’t like him. Why don’t you just grow up and let me go out with whoever I want and STAY OUT OF MY BUSINESS?!” Kaiba’s voice got increasingly louder until he was shrieking.

“Seto! Keith is cheating on you! Hasn’t he ever slipped up and called you by the wrong name, or something?”

“No, he hasn’t! If he was lying to me, I’d be able to tell, Noah!”

“You can’t tell when someone’s lying all the time, Seto! He’s going out with another girl! He’s playing you like X-box!”

“YOU LIE!” Kaiba screamed, running to his room.

“Seto!” Mokuba ran after him, but not before he gave Noah a look that said, “I told you so.”

In his room, Kaiba was pacing around his bed, feeling extremely pissed off.

“How could he?! How could Noah even think of accusing Keith of cheating?!” Kaiba thought angrily.

Mokuba entered Kaiba’s room.

“Seto?” he started.

“Can you believe him, Mokuba? He has the nerve to tell me all that bull about Keith cheating on me. Does he think I’m a moron? Did he really expect me to believe that?”

“Well, I don’t know….”

“You don’t believe him, do you?” Kaiba asked, surprised at the possibility that Mokuba could believe Noah.

“Not really,” Mokuba answered. “Listen, Seto, maybe you should just calm down. I’m sure Noah didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“Yeah, I’m sure he didn’t,” Kaiba said, lying down.

-O-o-O-

Lately, that week, Kaiba noticed that Keith had been ignoring him. For the past five or six days, Keith had not seen Kaiba. They hadn’t gone out together or seen each other on the streets. Keith had not even called Kaiba.

“Could Noah be right about him?” Kaiba thought. “No! That’s preposterous! Why would Keith want to cheat? I can’t believe I even thought for a second that Noah was right.”

Later that afternoon, Mokuba walked into Kaiba’s room to see what he was doing. Kaiba had taped a poorly-drawn crayon picture of Noah to the wall and was currently blowing spit balls at it. There was a huge target drawn over Noah’s crotch.

“Seto, what are you doing?” Mokuba asked.

“I’m getting out all my anger without actually harming Noah,” Kaiba answered. He put another piece of paper in his mouth, stuck it in the straw and blew it out. It landed right on the target.

“Have you two even talked to each other?” Mokuba asked. Kaiba didn’t answer because he was too busy doing a victory dance that involved him trying to do the Harlem Shake, but failing horribly.

“Now what are you doing?” Mokuba asked, trying not to laugh at Kaiba’s horrible dancing.

“I’m doing my victory dance. I hit the target.”

Kaiba stopped dancing, put on his boots, and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m bored. I’m going for a walk,” Kaiba said, going out the door.

-O-o-O-

Yugi was bored.

He was walking down the street, just looking for something to do. It was his grandad’s bingo night and his cousin, Yami, had gone with him because he likes games. Yugi had chosen to do something else.

“It’s times like these that make me wish I had a girlfriend,” Yugi thought jokingly.

Kaiba just happened to be walking down the same street at the same time. He was starting to calm down over his altercation with Noah. Now he was just bored and wanting something to do.

Kaiba and Yugi ran into each other—literally. Yugi was walking past and he didn’t see Kaiba because it was dark and Kaiba was wearing black. Kaiba was walking and staring straight ahead, so he didn’t see Yugi because he didn’t look down. Yugi accidentally put his foot out too far to the left; Kaiba tripped on it and ended up on the ground.

“OW!” Kaiba yelled.

“Oh, crap! Kaiba, I’m sorry, let me help you up,” Yugi said, going over to Kaiba.

“Yugi, it’s okay. I can get up on my own. I guess I shouldn’t have worn black at night, huh?” Kaiba said, getting to his feet.

“No, I should’ve been watching where I was going,” Yugi said.

They both walked together for a while.

“So…do you wanna come back to the game shop and duel with me?” Yugi asked.

“Sure,” Kaiba answered.

Kaiba and Yugi made their way to the game shop. They weren’t exactly in the shop, because they were in Yugi’s room. They had decided to duel the old-fashioned way, without an arena or duel disks (Kaiba hadn’t brought his anyway).

Kaiba ended up losing to Yugi. Fortunately, he didn’t go all psycho over it.

“I always lose to you,” Kaiba said, shuffling his deck. He looked a little annoyed.

“Losing isn’t that bad,” Yugi said, trying to cheer Kaiba up.

Yugi’s large lavender eyes met Kaiba’s blue ones. Their faces got closer and closer, until……

Yugi and Kaiba began to kiss.

After a few seconds, Kaiba pulled away, saying, “No…I can’t do this….Keith wouldn’t like it.”

Yugi stopped. “How is your relationship with Keith, anyway?”

Kaiba looked somewhat upset, so Yugi started to regret asking the question. “He’s been ignoring me for some reason…I don’t know why. I think he’s losing interest in me,” Kaiba muttered.

“That’s awful! I knew Keith was low-down, but that’s just not right,” Yugi said, angrily.

Kaiba was surprised. He didn’t think Yugi cared that much about their relationship.

“If Keith is thinking about breaking up with you, he’s a loser. He doesn’t deserve you,” Yugi said.

“Thanks,” Kaiba said. “You know, Yugi, Keith doesn’t have to know about us kissing. So, if you want to continue, it’s okay with me.”

Yugi’s face brightened and his eyes gleamed mischievously. “I’d like to continue…I’d really like to continue.”

One thing led to another, and pretty soon, their clothes were off, and……unlock the power of your imagination to guess what happened next.

‘If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe, I’d-a been married a long time ago. Where did you come from, where did you go? Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?’ (author's note: Cotton Eye Joe - Rednex)

When they were done….doing their thing, Yugi noticed that the protective device that he was using had burst. “Uh, Kaiba, our ‘protection’ broke.”

Kaiba sighed. “What else is new?”

“So, was this your first time?” Yugi asked.

Kaiba hesitated to answer. He didn’t know if he should tell Yugi about what he did with Keith.

From Kaiba’s silence, Yugi could tell what Kaiba was thinking. “It was Keith, wasn’t it? He was the one who took your virginity, wasn’t he?” Yugi asked.

“I swore I’d never tell you this, but yes. He was,” Kaiba answered.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about it. It just really makes me mad how he did that to you, and now he’s ignoring you,” Yugi said, stroking Kaiba’s hair. “He shouldn’t be ignoring you, he should be treating you with the respect you deserve.”

“I don’t feel like I deserve much respect now. I feel like a cheap whore,” Kaiba said, quietly.

“Well, you’re the farthest thing from a whore,” Yugi told him.

Suddenly, they heard footsteps on the stairs, then somebody saying, “I’m home!”

It was Yami.

“What’s Yami doing home so early?! I thought he was playing bingo with Grandpa and all those old people!” Yugi exclaimed.

The two boys scrambled to hide Kaiba’s clothes. Kaiba hid in Yugi’s bed and Yugi sat down in front of him, pulling his clothes on. Yugi was finally dressed, just as Yami walked into the room.

“I thought you were playing bingo with Grandpa,” Yugi said.

“I was, but these two old people got into a fight because they both had bingo and only one person could win. One of them threw his walker at the other, and the other one tried to run over him with his wheelchair. Then everyone started throwing their canes and cards at each other. It got sort of crazy, so Grandpa sent me home,” Yami explained. “Hey, whose deck is this?” He had spotted a dueling deck on the desk. He picked it up and looked at it.

“This looks an awful lot like-no, correction, it is Kaiba’s deck! Was Kaiba here?” Yami asked.

“Well, you could say that,” Yugi said, stalling.

“I have to sneeze,” Kaiba thought.

“What does that mean?” Yami asked.

“Ah-choo!” Kaiba sneezed.

Even though it wasn’t a big sneeze and it was muffled by the bedcovers, it was big enough to be heard by Yami. He rushed over to the bed.

“All right! Whoever’s under there, come out!” Yami said, afraid it might be a robber who snuck into Yugi’s room.

Kaiba hesitantly poked his head out from under the covers.

“Kaiba?!” Yami was shocked.

“Hello, Yami,” Kaiba said sheepishly.

Yami was about to pull the covers off Kaiba to help him out (Kaiba was practically buried in covers), but Kaiba said, “Don’t.”

“Why not?”

“I’m kinda…..not wearing any clothes..”

“Oh, crap, I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay, Yami. Could you please hand me my clothes?”

Yami handed Kaiba the pile of his clothes. Kaiba put his shirt and socks on, but he realized that there was something missing.

“Have you seen my underwear?” Kaiba asked.

“What do they look like?” Yami asked.

“They’re white boxers with Blue Eyes White Dragons on them.”

Yami and Yugi started to search for the underwear, but they couldn’t find it. They heard the door close downstairs.

“It’s Grandpa,” Yami said.

They started to speed-search, but Yugi’s and Yami’s room was always a mess, so they had no luck.

Mr. Moto’s footsteps were getting closer and closer.

Kaiba pulled his pants on, sans underwear, and grabbed his deck.

“I have to go,” Kaiba said. “You’ll get in trouble if your grandfather finds me up here like this.”

“But what about your underwear?” Yugi asked. “You need it.”

“I’ll manage without it. I’ll help you look later,” Kaiba said, putting his deck in his pocket.

“That’s okay, we’ll give it to you when we find it,” Yami said.

With a slight wave, Kaiba climbed out the window and went home.

Yugi and Yami watched Kaiba’s retreating figure.

“Can you imagine the chafing? We’d better find that underwear,” Yami said.

Yugi was lost in thought, daydreaming about a boxer-less Kaiba.

-O-o-O-o-O-

Moral of the story: Clearly, the sexiest song in the world is Rednex's "Cotton Eye Joe."

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Water Under The Bridge - Charlie Weasley

A/N: ahhhh xD I am so happy how this turned out! I really hope you guys like it too! I am loving writing for Charlie, it’s become my latest obsession so… I hope you enjoy! :D

Request - li0nh34rt asked: You want a Charlie idea? You get a Charlie idea! Since I am a sucker for hurt/comfort I would love to see some pining. Maybe Reader and Charlie have always been friends and he is a little shy about his feelings so he keeps telling reader how he values their friendship and so reader thinks he isn't interested. So they start dating other people and Charlie gets jealous...Bonus points if reader is working at a bar or something so patrons always flirt with them. Up to you if or which parts of this you want to use i know i will adore it either way 😁

Warnings: jealous!Charlie, drunk!Charlie (I was really tempted to make this into a smut but I didn’t) it only called me lonely in seven different languages, but... oh, well

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D gif isn’t mine :)

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Water Under The Bridge

If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently Don't pretend that you don't want me Our love ain't water under the bridge

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite customer” you smiled when you saw the familiar ginger sitting on your bar.

“Hello, love” he said, smiling brightly at you as he took a seat with his brother next to him.

“And he comes with a handsome stranger” you said, smiling at the other ginger to his right.

“You must be the lady my brother won’t shut up about” Bill said, offering you his hand and you were going to shake it but he took it and brought it to his lips.

“Well, I don’t know if I must be but if that’s what you want me to be, I won’t complain” you winked at him, making him laugh. “I’m guessing you’re Bill?”

“You’re guessing correctly” he winked at you and you brought them two Firewhiskys. “Merlin, I love you!”

“Huh, it looks like I’ve been barking at the wrong Weasley all these years” you said, smirking at Charlie.

“Would you two stop it?” he asked, annoyed. “He’s engaged, love” he reminded you.

“Ugh, of course. Just my luck” you complained. “Well, from what I hear there are still four other Weasleys” you said, laughing.

“I hate to break it to you, but Percy’s got a boyfriend, the twins just out of school, and Ron is still under 18 years old” Bill laughed.

“So… what I’m hearing is… the twins are available and I would have to wait a couple of years for Ron?” you chuckled, making Bill laugh and Charlie glare at you.

“You’re incorrigible” Charlie laughed, taking a sip of his Firewhisky.

“I know, but you still love me” you smiled at him.

“Of course, I do. ‘S why you’re my best friend” he smiled back at you. Bill noticed your expression change quickly before you cleared your throat.

“Right” you said, trying to not sound so upset. “Um, I’m gonna see if those guys need anything else, I’ll be right back, okay?” you said, still smiling but Bill could see your smile was different.

“Of course, love” Charlie shrugged it off as you walked away and then Bill slapped him on his arm, making him choke on his drink. “Bill, what the fuck mate?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, mate?” he glared at his brother. “She was flirting with you and you just shut her down!”

“She was not flirting with me” Charlie laughed. “That’s just how she is” he rolled his eyes. “We’ve been friends for years this is how our relationship works-”

“You are so bloody stupid” Bill complained. “Seriously, I think all these years being around just dragons has made you dense when it comes to people” he said.

“That’s not true!”

“Yes, it is! I mean, you talk about her in every single letter you send me. I’ve been waiting for the one that says that you made the first bloody move! And then I come here and I finally meet her, and she looks even more hung up on you than you are on her, and you blow her off!”

“I did not blow her off” Charlie whined. “She’s my friend. She’s my best friend! She knows how much I value her friendship and I don’t want to ruin that with my stupid feelings-”

“Except, she has those feelings too! Honestly, you sound like Percy when he came home for Christmas in his fifth year and asked us why we thought Oliver gave him that bloody expensive book he had tried to get everywhere-”

“I do not!”

“Mate, I’ve known her for five minutes and I am 100% sure that this girl is in love with you” he said, pointing in your direction. “And if you don’t do anything other than telling her how much you value her friendship, you’re going to end up losing her to someone else” he told him.

“Fine” Charlie sighed before taking a big sip of his Firewhisky. “Look, I obviously have feelings for her-”

“You don’t say” Bill laughed.

“But” he glared at his older brother. “You know I was the worst at relationships. I forgot anniversaries, birthdates, or even actual dates. All of the girls I dated in school said that I never paid attention to them because I was too busy with Quidditch, or Prefect duties, or down at Hagrid’s hut to know which new magical creatures he had. I was a horrible boyfriend. She is honestly the best person I’ve met and I’d rather have her as a friend than for her to end up resenting me or hating me because I forgot a stupid date!”

“Whoa, mate, calm down” Bill said, a bit shocked. “First of all, you’re not a teenager anymore. I believe that if you want to be in a serious relationship, you would make an effort for it. Secondly, maybe all of those dates didn’t last because they didn’t mean anything to you. But, if she means so much to you that you want to have her in your life however you can, maybe it’s because she’s different because you actually care about her” he explained. “Plus, from what you’ve told me about her already, it sounds like you’re already in a relationship with her-”

“That’s not true!”

“Really? Don’t you come here every time she has a shift-”

“Well, I do, but this is the best bar around here-”

“And don’t you wait for her to be off so you can walk her home?”

“I just, don’t like her being alone late at night-”

“And don’t you even sometimes stay at her place or she stays at yours because you were having muggle movie nights and it’s too late to just go back, not to mention you have keys to the other’s flat? Now, I have a question, where does the guest sleep, on the sofa?” he asked with a smirk and saw Charlie’s cheeks blushing.

“N-no-”

“And don’t you take her to your job whenever there’s a new dragon because she loves them? Or helped her get over her fear of flying?”

“Why do you even remember all of these things?”

“Because, Charlie, this is the first time in your entire life that you’ve told me so much about someone. That you have cared so much about someone and probably the longest relationship you’ve ever had. Not to mention that probably the happiest you’ve ever been is whenever you talk about her. You get the same look you always have when you talk about dragons” he said, drinking his Firewhisky. “And I’m not the only one that thinks that” he informed him.

“What? Who else thinks so, then?”

“Well, Fleur, Percy, Oliver, Fred, George, and Ginny” he said casually. “Oh, and Hermione Granger” he added. “She and Ginny were hoping you would bring her home this Christmas” he told him. “And we actually all have a poll to see when you will finally get together, so if it could be sometime around next week, you will make me about 40 Galleons richer-”

“What? You have a bet going on?” Charlie asked and Bill nodded. “So, all of you just… talk about this?”

“Yeah” he shrugged. “Look, mate, bottom line is that you should do something about her before someone else does” he told his brother.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying, I doubt you are the only one that’s noticed how great she is” he said, nodding your head to where you stood, laughing, a little too hard for his liking, at something a group of guys at the bar was telling you.

“Him? No, mate, that’s just Liam” he said, referring to the guy that was smiling brightly at you. “He comes here a lot and he’s always flirting with her, but he’s not her type” he insisted.

“Are you sure?” Bill asked him, still looking at you as you smiled brightly at Liam and nodded.

“Yes” Charlie said, feeling his cheeks burning. “I’m sure” he said, seeing how Liam grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips before you walked back to the Weasleys.

“Hey” you smiled at the two redheads. “How are my favorite guys doing-?”

“What was that?” Charlie blurted out.

“What was what?” you asked, confused.

“Liam, kissing your hand” he said, straight to the point as Bill took a big sip of his drink.

“Um… well, he asked me out” you said, looking away.

“He always does that” Charlie pointed out. “But he’s never… kissed your hand before” he said, confused.

“Uh, that’s because this time I said yes” you said, hesitantly, making Charlie choke on his drink.

“I think I’m gonna go to the bathroom” Bill said, getting up and walking away.

“Y-you said yes?” Charlie chuckled, angrily.

“I did” you nodded.

“Why?”

“Because he asked?”

“He’s asked before” he said, getting a little upset.

“Yeah, well… things change, Charlie” you sighed, cleaning the bar in front of him and he placed his hand on your stopping you.

“What? What changed?”

“I don’t know” you said, still avoiding his look. “He’s a nice guy and I just thought I could give him a chance-”

“But… you’ve said he’s not your type” Charlie said confused.

“Yes, well, I don’t know what to tell you, Charlie. It’s been a while since I’ve been on a date and I’m just… tired” you muttered.

“Tired of what?” he asked, frowning his eyebrows at you. You sighed sadly, looking up at his beautiful blue eyes.

“Figure it out, Weasley” you told him. “I have customers to tend to” you smiled sadly at him before moving to the other side of the bar.

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It had been a week since you had last seen Charlie. He hadn’t come into the pub since the last time he came in with Bill. You had tried going by his flat and his job, looking for him, but he either wasn’t there or was too busy to see you. You had never gone this long without seeing him or talking to him ever since you’ve known him and you hated it. You loved Charlie. You had for so long, but he just kept on saying how much he valued your friendship and kept brushing off every time you tried to hint his way about your feelings. Which is why you decided to finally say yes to Liam. You were tired of waiting for Charlie and he had made it clear he wasn’t interested. But it didn’t make it hurt any less.

“Hey, am I… boring you?” you heard Liam’s voice, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“N-no, I’m sorry” you chuckled. He was walking you back to your flat after your date. Which had been okay it just… wasn’t with Charlie. “I um… spaced out a little” you smiled.

“Something on your mind?”

“No, not at all, I’m sorry. It’s been a long week” you told him and he nodded. “Well, this is me” you said, as you stopped in front of your door.

“I had a lot of fun tonight” he smiled at you.

“Me too” you admitted. Liam then started to lean in for a kiss and you awkwardly avoided it, making him get your cheek. “Uh-” you were about to let him down when you heard something inside your flat.

“I thought you lived alone” Liam asked confused.

“I do” you told him and then you heard it again.

“Is someone in there? Do you want me to look inside-?”

“No” you said, quickly. “That’s just my cat” you lied. “I should probably get back to it and make sure he hasn’t destroyed my flat” you told him. “Thanks for a lovely evening, Liam” you said, kissing his cheek and opening your door.

Before he could even respond, you had already walked inside your flat, where you confirmed your suspicions when you found a very drunk Charlie Weasley on the floor of your kitchen.

“Hey, love” he said, smiling brightly up at you.

“What the fuck, Weasley?” you complained walking over to him and taking away his glass and the bottle of Firewhisky. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to ask you about your date” he said, innocently.

“You’re drunk” you said, trying to get him up.

“You’re drunk” he laughed as you rolled your eyes.

“Come here” you said, kneeling down next to him and helping him up. “May I ask what you’re doing in my flat in the middle of the night, drunk out of your mind?”

“Well, I went over to the pub to look for you because you usually work tonight and they told me you weren’t working, and then I remembered you had a date tonight, so I thought I’d come here and wait for you to see how it went” he slurred his words as you led him to your room. “So, how was it?” he smirked at you.

“It was fine” you mumbled.

“Oh, just fine? I take it he didn’t take your breath away, then?”

“Don’t be a jerk, Weasley” you glared at him as you looked for some clothes he could wear. You found one of his shirts and a pair of pajama pants you’d stolen from him.

“I’m not being a jerk, love” he said, sitting on the edge of your bed. You walked over to him and helped him take off his shirt. “Why did you go on a date with Liam, love?” he asked, looking up at you with big doe eyes and his fiery messy hair while he placed his hands on your hips. You resisted all urges that were yelling in your body to lean down and crash your lips against his.

“I don’t know, Charlie” you managed to reply.

Charlie’s hand found its way to your face, cupping your cheek and you felt your breath caught up in your throat. You placed your hands on his shoulders, trying not to trace down every scar, burn, and tattoo down his arms and very muscular chest.

“Did he kiss you?” he asked, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. You shook your head no, unable to form any more words. “Good” he whispered, pulling you to sit on his lap. “I don’t want him to kiss you” he said, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“Charlie-”

“I wanna be the only one that gets to kiss you” he said, stroking your cheek with his thumb and you brushed your hand through his messy hair.

“You’re drunk, Charlie” you whispered, trying your best not to break down crying.

“Do you wanna kiss me?” he said, with his face getting closer to yours.

You placed his face between your hands and smiled at him as a few tears escaped your eyes and you kissed his forehead.

“Not like this” you whispered, looking at him.

“Why are you crying?” he asked, sadly, brushing away your tears. “Did I make you cry?”

“No, love” you assured him. “Let’s just get you to bed, okay?”

“But I wanna kiss you” he pouted, making you giggle a little.

“I’ll tell you what. You’re gonna drink a full glass of water and then you’re gonna go to sleep. If you still want to kiss me tomorrow, then we will” you told him.

“Promise?”

“I promise” you said, kissing his cheek. “Let’s get you changed, okay?” you said, standing up again.

“Are you trying to get me out of my knickers?” he smirked.

“Shut it, Weasley” you laughed, putting on his shirt.

“Is this my shirt you had sworn you didn’t steal?”

“Shh, you’re drunk, love” you laughed, helping him to change into comfortable pajamas.

After you were done, he laid down on your bed and you grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen, putting it on your bedside, next to Charlie. You then got changed in your bathroom and when you went back to your room, you walked over to Charlie, kissing his forehead and you were about to make your way over to your sofa but he pulled your hand.

“Where are you going?” he asked, sleepily. “You always stay here with me” he said, pulling you to him.

You sighed and slowly got into bed with him. It’s not like you didn’t do this every single time you stayed up watching movies. But now, you were extremely nervous about it. You had no idea what was going to happen in the morning and you were terrified that you were going to lose Charlie forever.

“Go to sleep, love, okay?” you whispered, resting your head on his chest.

“Tomorrow, when I wake up, and I don’t smell like Firewhisky, I’m going to kiss you” he said with a lazy smile. “Is that okay?”

“Okay, Charlie” you smiled.

“I love you” he said, kissing your forehead before he fell asleep. You felt tears falling down your cheeks and took a deep breath.

“I love you too” you whispered, closing your eyes and not noticing the big smile that appeared on his face.

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Charlie woke up the next day when he felt the sunlight on his face. It took him a moment to realize he was in your room. He turned around, thinking you would be beside him, but the spot on his left was empty. He slowly sat up and stretched himself, noticing the glass of water and a small phial with the potion you always made for him when he was hungover. After taking it, he stood up and walked out of your room to find you in the kitchen.

“Good morning” you smiled at him as you made his favorite breakfast.

“Morning, love” he said, with a raspy voice as he walked over to your kitchen counter and sat on one of your chairs. You quickly put a mug in front of him and filled it with coffee. “Merlin, I love you” he said, without really thinking, making you freeze for a moment. But then… “How did I… get to your apartment last night?”

“You don’t remember?” you asked, feeling your heart sink.

“Not really” he said, taking a sip of his coffee.

“You don’t remember… anything?” you asked, feeling your heart breaking all over again.

“Anything?” he asked, confused. “What do you mean ‘anything’? Did… did something happen?” he asked, panicking. “Did we-”

“No, Charlie” you said, tossing the eggs and bacon on his plate. “Of course, we didn’t. You should have your breakfast and then maybe you should go” you said before you threw the pan on the sink and walked over to your room.

“Hey” he said, getting up and following you. “What’s wrong? Why are you upset?” he said, as tears started falling down your cheeks. “Did I do something or say something wrong?”

“I can’t keep doing this, Charlie” you said, trying to calm down.

“Do what?”

“This!” you said, pointing between the two of you. “Whatever this is!”

“Love-” he said, trying to walk closer to you but you stepped back.

“I love you, Charlie” you said, between sobs. “And I’m pretty sure you already know that but you don’t love me back, so just… please, say it already so I can move on from you! Because this is exhausting! You can’t just keep doing this. You can’t keep coming into the pub every single time I have a shift, or wait for me to get out so you can walk me home! You can’t keep helping me get on a broom to get over my fear of flying! You can’t just take me to see dragons whenever I ask you to! You can’t just come into my flat, drunk out of your ass to ask about my date! And then look at me the way you did and tell me that you don’t want anyone else to kiss me and that you want to kiss me and that you love me! You can’t keep making me fall in love with you if you don’t-”

Charlie cut you off, grabbing your face between your hands and pulling you to crash his lips against yours. The memories of the night before came flooding into his mind. Tomorrow, when I wake up, and I don’t smell like Firewhisky, I’m going to kiss you. You instantly melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck while Charlie’s arms made their way to your waist, pulling you tighter. Your entire body felt as if fireworks were going off. You could feel Charlie’s hands and lips, everywhere.

“I love you” Charlie said, between kisses. “I love you, so fucking much!” he said pulling away so you could look at him.

“Y-you do?” you asked, still with tears falling down your face.

Part of you still thought you were going to wake up at any moment. Charlie walked over to your bed and sat on the edge, bringing you along with him as you sat on his lap.

“I do” he said, smiling at the similar image from the night before, only this time, he was telling you everything. “I’m really sorry it took me so bloody long to tell you” he said, placing his hand on your cheek. “I just…” he sighed. “I love you so much. More than I thought I could love anyone” he told you. “I didn’t… even know I could love someone like this and… it scared me-”

“Charlie-”

“No, please, let me finish” he said and you nodded. “I am… the worst at relationships, (YN). I forget dates, anniversaries, birthdates. Every girl I dated broke up with me because I never paid attention to them. I was too busy with Quidditch, or school, or with magical creatures. I was a horrible boyfriend. And… I didn’t want it to be like that with you, because you are the best person I’ve ever met and I didn’t want to screw that up by doing that and then have you hate me just as much” he confessed. “I love you so much, and I’d much rather just have you as my friend but have you forever” he told you. “But I couldn't stand when Liam kissed you and that you said yes” he said. “That night, Bill told me that I was being an idiot and that I was going to lose you forever if I didn’t do anything about it. I tried staying away from you because if you actually liked Liam I didn’t want to be in the way, but… last night… all I could think of was that you were with him and I kept wondering if he would kiss you and if you would-” he sighed. “I went to the pub, thinking maybe you canceled but you weren’t there and I got stupidly drunk and then I somehow ended up here, I just wanted to make sure you still got home okay and I just-” this time, you cut Charlie off, pressing your lips against his. “W-what was that for?” he chuckled.

“Because I love you” you smiled, giving him another peck on the lips. “And you’re an idiot” you giggled, making him frown his eyebrows in confusion as you threw your arms around his neck. “Charlie, in all of the years that I’ve known you, you have always shown me how much you care about me” you informed him. “You’ve even once canceled a date because I was feeling sick and you came over to take care of me” you said, smiling. “You always make sure that I get home okay and you give me your sweater whenever I’m cold and didn’t bring mine, even if you told me to bring one” you said, making him laugh a little. “You taught me how to cook because you were worried that I ate nothing more than junk food” you smiled. “You help me whenever something breaks down on my flat and you pretty much come over any time I need anything, even if I don’t ask you to” you said, kissing his cheek. “And, most importantly, you kill the spiders for me” you said, giving him a kiss on the lips. “There are different ways to show love, Charlie. And this is how you’ve shown me your love since I’ve met you. This is why I fell in love with you” you smiled, brushing your fingers through his hair. “And for what it’s worth, you’ve never forgotten my birthday” you said, giving him a peck on the lips. “I love you, Charlie” you said, kissing him again.

“I love you too” he said, lying on the bed and bringing you with him. “Did I do or say anything last night that… crossed the line or… made you uncomfortable? I’m… getting flashbacks of some… things” he said, with blush creeping to his cheeks.

“Of course not, love” you assured him, sitting up and smiling at him. “You’ve never made me feel uncomfortable” you said, kissing his cheek.

“Still, I had no right to come here, drunk and ruining your date-”

“You didn’t ruin my date” you laughed.

“Was it that bad?”

“It wasn’t… the best” you admitted. “You asked me about it last night, remember?”

“I did?”

“Mhm” you nodded. “You asked if he had kissed me” you said, and he widened his eyes a little. “And when I told you he didn’t, you said that you wanted to be the only one that got to kiss me” you informed him and he sighed.

“You’re not going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Nope” you smirked. “And then you said you wanted to kiss me and asked me if I wanted to kiss you” you said.

“I’m glad you didn’t” he said, remembering you kissed his forehead, so he kissed yours. “I would have hated for our first kiss to be while I was drunk and wouldn’t remember it” he admitted.

“I know, it being in the middle of me yelling at you is so much better” you laughed, looking up at him.

“I’m sorry, love. I panicked. You were saying that you wanted me out of your life, so I thought, if I’m going out, I’m going out with a bang” he laughed, making you chuckle too.

“I love you” you said, sitting on top of Charlie and leaning down to kiss him.

“I love you too” he said, placing his hands on your hips. “How about I take you out on a real date tonight?”

“Hmm” you pretended to think. “I thought you’d never ask, Mr. Weasley” you said, as you kept on kissing him.

“So, am I your favorite Weasley now?” he chuckled.

“You’ve always been my favorite Weasley, you idiot” you laughed.

“Also, I believe that we’ve made Bill 40 Galleons richer and you’re most likely coming home with me for Christmas” he informed you.

“What?” you asked confused.

“It’s a long story” he said, kissing your forehead. “Oh, and just so we’re clear… I am the only one that gets to kiss you, right?”

You smiled at him, cupping his cheeks with your hands, and leaned down to kiss him passionately.

“Of course you are, love” you said, before he turned you around, making you laugh as he kept on kissing you.

“Good” he said, between kisses and tightening his grip on you. “I love you so much” he whispered.

“I love you more, Charlie!”

The End

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A/N: ahhh xD I hope you liked it! let me know what you think!​

[starriwonderland]

Hello my dear! I end up seeing your new blog and I truly hope you have sucess on Tumblr! Anyways, I would like to know if I could request headcanons of Cater, Vil and Trey conforting a male!S/O who is just so burned out from the school? Bonus points if there is some cuddling envolved!

I wish the best for you, sweetie! I am so happy to see more writers around here! 💜

Genre(s): Comfort, fluff, romance

Reader: Male

Warnings: mentions of burnout and breakdown.

Thank you so much! I still have a long way to go as a writer but I hope these headcanons even though it kinda turned into scenarios (sorry I couldn't help it) are tailored to your liking. Sorry it took so long I struggled writing Cater as I didn't want to portray him in a shallow way. Also I know my writing style is kinda wonky, since I keep accidentally switching between first and third person :,)

Anyways I hope you enjoy!

• I can imagine Cater has had his fair share of burnouts

• The way Cater would deal with this depends on how close you guys are in a relationship

• If you guys aren't deep in the relationship he might either let someone else deal with the matter and stand to the side Cater how could you?!

• On the other hand if you guys are in a close relationship he will listen to his boyfriend vent and even offer solutions to the problem

• You and Cater would have cuddle-to-de-stress sessions and it does BOTH of you good.

• Does his best to help with your studies but I can assure you he's not getting tangled in Ace and Deuce's shenanigans. (unless it makes for a great Magicam video.)

• Does check up on you from time to time and reminds you to take breaks. He doesn't like seeing you overwork yourself

"Come on Y/n!" One of Cater's clones grabbed your hand "We're supposed make sure that you aren't overworking yourself again." the h/c male would've protested, but the clones had taken care of everything before he could even lift a finger. Even though Cater's unique magic used quite an amount of power, he was willing to lighten Y/n's burden from to time. "Cater?" Y/n mumbled sleepily "What's up?" Cater rolled over to look at him. "Thank you" his voice trailed off at the end and soft snores could be heard. An affectionate smile adorned the orange haired man as he caressed his boyfriend's face. Yes it was worth it.

• Honestly at first Vil thinks that you've been staying up all night when he sees the bags under your eyes.

• Probably lectured you on why a full 8 hours of sleep was important for your well being

• The headmaster had been very demanding of you lately asking you to complete tasks that were next to impossible because "he's so kind".

• This wasn't the first time You had to call Vil to cancel your date because of attempting some other impossible duty to earn your stay in Twisted Wonderland. Vil was frustrated because he really tries to make time in his schedule for you two to bond.

Y/n was sitting on the chaise lounge in Vil's room with his head down as Vil stood in front of him. "Please look at me when I'm talking to you," Vil was the first to break the silence. The smaller male slowly lifted his head. Vil's tone didn't sound like one filled with anger but rather hurt. "Is there a reason why you've been avoiding me?" He sighed and waited for a response but all y/n could do was repeatedly open their mouth while no sound came out. Vil was about to say something else when y/n they finally broke-down about everything. Vil was slightly taken a back by this reaction, but he did understand. It must've been stressful having to handle so many responsibilities that should be handled by the headmaster. "Come here potato," Vil pulled his boyfriend into a hug and dried Y/n's tears. Hugs from Vil are special since he rarely initiates physical contact. "I don't want you to feel like you have to shoulder everything alone." Vil watched y/n fall into a peaceful sleep while he were laying on his bed. He was gonna have a word or two with that crow in the morning.

• Trey would be the quickest to realize

• Lately you seemed tired and more busy than usual.

• There where upcoming tests for the semester, and the one braincell duo's antics weren't making things any easier.

• Regardless you couldn't find the motivation put anymore effort in.

• Trey took notice of this and pulled you aside to ask if everything was okay

• Magicless human or not he's not making the same mistake he did that contributed to Riddle's overblot.

• Trey listened as you told him you were feeling stressed and burned out from all that was going on in school.

"Alright," Trey said when you were finished speaking "I'll speak to Ace and Deuce next time I see them. As for your studies, we can hold study sessions. I think it would benefit the dorm." Trey got up from his seat and was headed to the kitchen, "But for now," he turned to y/n, "I'll make you you're favorite dessert!" Trey knew exactly how to cheer you up when you needed it the most. As Y/n was embraced in Trey's arms, he knew that even though everything wasn't perfect at the moment, he could rest assured it would get better.

[mediocremelatonin235]

Sam doesn't know how to drive and Divus very politely offers to help him with his own car.

Divus: "Let's do this pup, first I'm going to give you a demonstration".

IM DYING HE ABSOLUTELY WOULD!!!

He starts driving and the next thing you know he gets sued for property damages. He goes way too fast and has ran over a pedestrian or two…

At this point he loves his boyfriend but he also likes living so he just takes the bus or uses his motorcycle ( I head cannon that he has one) whenever he can.

OR

He has fun with Divus’s reckless driving and is learning along with him and having a good time as well. ( Or it would just be yelling and arguing about driving —> speaking from personal experience here I am learning how to drive currently it’s scary )

So in either scenario Sam is truly not safe. So he tries to avoid a scenario with Divus teaching him how to drive whenever he can.

Divus: Let’s go on a romantic drive this time?

Sam: Actually… let’s just go on my motorcycle around town? Is that better?

Though Divus turns into a sad puppy most of the time, it’s cute but not worth risking his life over.

BONUS SENARIO W/ STAFF MEMBERS:

Divus: Alright! It’s settled I am teaching Sam how to drive!

Mozus: You have 50+ parking tickets sitting right on top of your desk. Are you sure you are qualified to do this?

Vargas: Not to mention you almost went to court for almost hitting a pedestrian TWICE!

Divus: Still… my license hasn’t been revoked! I can still drive!!

Vargas, to Sam: Between you and me you are better off learning from someone else or you risk dying.

Trein: I agree with Vargas for once. He is way too reckless.

Divus: if I wasn’t to reckless I would be a stuffed shirt like you and get old and wrinkly by 50.

Trein: Don’t even start…

Sam: I’m going to leave now since you guys are at each other’s throats

Vargas: I’m coming with you

[dreamkidddream]

I might as well start a TikTok trend Masterlist lmao. But not a request, but I saw this the other day and I was dying imagining how the BSD characters would react lol. Let me know if you guys want another character or fandom (I already know I’m bout to do this with the Obey Me boys 😩) Reader is gender neutral!

CW: suggestive/spicy content but no NSFW. The challenge suggests nudity but you’re not naked (even if your man thinks you are 💀)

The Towel Prank (Tiktok Trend) with: Dazai, Kunikida, and Atsushi

Dazai

So you two were just goofing off getting ready to go to bed. You just “got out of the shower” and was doing stupid stuff with him in the bathroom mirror: making faces, dancing, anything obnoxious that was making you both laugh

He was too distracted by your beauty to really ask why you had your phone out, but thought that you’re just saving this to look back on later as fun memories. He was playing right along with you-

Until you snATCHED YOUR TOWEL OPEN WITH THE PHONE POINTING RIGHT AT YOU-

His face morphed from smiling to in shock so QUICK

Remember how he looked in BSD Wan when Atsushi gave him flowers? That’s what he looked like lmao

“BELLADONNA NO!”

Cue you being bearhugged and almost tackled to the ground, with his back facing your phone

You have never seen him move so fast in your life before

He would have wrapped you in his trench coat if he still had it on

When he expected to feel bare skin, he only felt…material?

And how you’re nearly in tears laughing at him while still being in his arms. He realizes now that you’ve planned this, that he’s been pranked

Now Dazai has never been one to be pranked, let alone tricked like this. He can’t have you one-upping him like this! So if it’s a prank war you want, he’ll be more than happy to oblige. But first-

You’re already getting up and reaching for your phone when he grabbed it before you, oddly quiet. “Oh c’mon Osamu you aren’t really mad at me are you? You gotta admit that it was a little funNY-“

You didn’t realize how severe the consequences of your actions were until you dropped on your shared bed with him towering over you

“You didn’t really think you would tease me like this and get away with it, do you?”

If that devious smirk was anything to go by, you’re gonna be in for a long night

Bonus: he definitely pulls the same prank on you, but instead in front of everyone and blames it on you! :D

You deal with a very angry Kunikida

Kunikida

He was not paying you any attention, instead just writing in his notebook as always, more than likely about work. It was finally time to relax for the both of you, and this is what he wanted to do?

Well that’s about to change

You have something that’ll get his attention no problem

Even when you set your phone up pointing right in his direction, he didn’t stop writing. Yeah that’s about to change real soon

Walking in front of him with nothing but a towel and looking back at him, he just sighed and shook his head, “Listen dear, I told you to give me five more minutes and then I’ll indulge you in whatever you want to do, and you whining isn’t going to change that.” And he still didn’t look up!

Looks like it’s time for drastic measures

“Fine. Looks like I have to give my attention elsewhere then.”

“(Y/N) what are you going on abo-”

It didn’t fully click to him that you’re only in a towel and he had to do a double take when it did. He felt his heart stop when you unraveled it with the camera sitting right there-

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

When I tell you that he launched himself at you

He was latching onto you like a spider monkey with the reddest face, trying to cover your whole body with his while

Idk if you guys remember this show called Hole in the Wall where they had to match the pose or fall in the water? He’s posing like that trying to cover you

Well your plan worked- his notebook was forgotten!

Bad news: he didn’t find it funny when it was revealed you had clothes on underneath. Relieved, but not amused, and his anger was steady rising the more you laughed

Which lead to now: him still latching onto you in bed, not having said a word since. His idea of a punishment (which it really wasn’t to you), hold you until you tire yourself out because he is so terrified that you’ll do something even more drastic if he lets you go

And he was already planning on holding you anyway once he was done writing, but of course your impatience got the best of you

“Oh Doppo-”

“Absolutely not. Since you showed that you can’t be without supervision, this is your punishment. I can’t write in my notebook peacefully, so you can’t go around causing mayhem. And you finally got what you wanted: my attention, correct?”

“Well, yeah but-”

“Alright then. Now go to sleep, you’ve already given me a headache.”

“But I’m not-"

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

He really didn’t let you go for the whole night, but this was fine. You liked being in each other arms any way

Also he watches you like a hawk every time you’re either on the app or using your camera. He does not trust you and that “abomination” together

Atsushi

Poor guy was just minding his business when you decided to do what you always do: cause chaos

You set up your phone and called your loving boyfriend into the room, claiming that you want to show him something exciting. He came in and was already blushing when he saw you in the towel, and his heart rate skyrocketed when he saw your phone recording

You aren’t about to do what he think you are…right? He’s just jumping to conclusions!…right?

“Um…honey, why are you recording- and why don’t you have clothes on yet?”

“Because of THIS-”

You have never heard him scream so loud before, you’re pretty sure he cracked a mirror and all of your windows. But that wasn’t what got you, no-

He ACTIVATED HIS ABILITY

His arms (now as a weretiger) were trying to cover you while also getting you away from your phone. You’re grateful for his quick reflexes but also scared that he’s gonna faint at any second

He scanned over your clothed body to make sure he didn’t scratch you on accident- wait, clothed?! And why are you laughing?!

“What the hell?! That wasn’t funny you know, I thought you were really…”

As cute as Atsushi’s pout is, you didn’t want him to be upset, so you grabbed your phone and stopped the video. He looked more embarrassed than anything, so you had the perfect way to apologize to him

Crawling in his lap and peppering his face with one kiss after the next, you felt his resolve breaking bit by bit. You knew you were forgiven when he tightened his grip around your waist-

“Let me make it up to you At-su-shi~”

[rek1s-headband]

Oh oh! Can we get some hedcanons about cherry adopting a girl who is around miya's age. Like how close would they be and how would others feel about her being his daughter now. Bonus points if uncel Joe and little missy mess with daddy blossom

Xoxo love your work so far, keep it up💙

➯ A/N: This was such an amazing request, I had so much fun writing it! Hope you enjoy :)

Also, i started watching Your Lie in April today, and its AMAZING! So much more than what I was expecting

➯ With a daughter

➯ Characters: Kaoru Sakurayashiki with a young daughter. Reki, Langa and co. are mentioned throughout!

➯ Warnings: none:)

Having a child had never crossed Kaoru’s mind before, but when Joe had teased him about how “you treat Carla better than you would a child!”, the idea kind of stuck with him. And so, he’d spent countless nights awake, wondering to himself if it was something he truly wanted?

He’d pass parks, seeing parents with spewing babies and toddlers throwing tantrums, wondering if he could actually put up with that? But as he passed the shops, he came across a mother and her daughter, who looked around 12. He watched them pass, a grin on the child’s face as she looked into her shopping bag, examining her haul for that day. And so it was settled

He wanted a baby girl he could spoil absolutely rotten

And the search for a child carried on, and this time instead of baby shops and websites, he was browsing the shelves of Claires and other tween clothing stores. It had only occurred to him over a bottle of wine with Joe, as they were discussing if Kaoru was truly ready for something like this. Instead of a crying baby or a messy toddler, he could simply adopt someone a bit older!

It made sense too. For a single parent, an older child seemed much more doable. Of course, he wouldn’t be alone. Joe was always telling him how he’d help out, yknow, if he actually went through with the damn thing.

Not to mention, the older you get, the more difficult it is to get adopted. Babies and young children will get adopted left right and centre, whereas the child he will take home will have been there for a while. Finally, they will have a place to call a home

He spent months trying to get the approval for adoption, and one fateful day he finally got the letter that yes he could go ahead and take one home. He was ecstatic, spending the next few days finding out the location of every orphanage around his area of Japan. He messaged every single one, asking when their next visiting day was

And so it was set: Kaoru would not rest until he had found his perfect little girl

He went through orphanage after orphanage, searching for someone he could call his own. However, none of the children were lighting that paternal flame inside him. It wasn’t their fault of course, they just didn’t click with him, staring at him any time he tried to talk to them. Visit after visit, he’d go to Joe’s, ready to tell him about his recent fail.

It wasn’t until Joe came up to him with a phone number, asking if he’d been to this particular orphanage yet. Apparently they had a few children aged 12 and up, and were available for visit that Saturday. And so there he was, packing a bag and getting ready to travel to the house. This time felt different, somehow. He could feel his palms sweat, as if he could sense he would take one of them home

When he finally made it to the house, he was a nervous wreck. The lady of the house let him in with a smile, telling him the children were in the backyard playing while she bounced a baby on her hip. Cherry winced as the baby gurgled at him, glad he opted for an older child

She led him outside, gesturing at the children who were sprinting around in the vast field, hiding behind trees and bushes. It was clear they were playing a game of hide and seek. He smiled as he scanned over them, but it quickly disappeared when he noticed one little girl sitting on the step, head in her lap while her shoulders gently shook with tears

He walked over to her, bending down with a soft smile. He didn’t know where this sudden calmness came from, but that was his last priority right now. A little gash sat on the girls knee, caked with blood as it trickled down her shin. He frowned, pulling out a tissue to gently wipe it. She jumped, wincing with shock from the fresh wave of pain, and surprise. Kaoru gently wiped at her knee once more before looking up at her to attempt a conversation

“Hello, is your knee alright?” She shook her head frantically, wiping a tear away from her face. A small breathy laugh escaped him as he watched the child stand, gesturing to her leg

“Nope, not at all. I think its broken, if you ask me. All cause of that stupid thing!” She threw her arm out, gesturing to a pink board Kaoru hadn’t noticed before. A skateboard.

That’s when Kaoru realised it: I want this one

Suddenly he felt a new sense of importance, like he had to make a good impression. He walked over to the board, tutting as he looked down at it. “This is what hurt you?” He looked at it with disdain as the little girl nodded her head violently. Kaoru could see how she hurt herself, the thing was massive, especially for someone her age. It looked around the size of a board he would use.

Grinning, he picked up the board. “Well, want to see something cool?” She watched in wonder as kaoru stood on it, pushing off and turning quickly, popping an ollie over a stray toy. The little girl jumped, throwing her arms up as she cheered Kaoru on. He finished with a flourish, coming back to stand beside her. “What did you think?” She was speechless, simply moving her hands, saying scattered “wows” and making various sound effects. Kaoru smiled, certain that he could teach her more.

When he realized visiting time was coming to a close, he proposed the idea to the girl, who’s name he had come to know was Lily: he’d come back next week, and he’d bring his board. He even promised to find her a smaller boar perfect for her to learn on, saying he knew a friend who could make her one. From there he would teach her the basics of skateboarding, even a couple of tricks once she got that down. She was delighted, bouncing up and down and declaring she couldn’t wait, all the energy of someone much younger than her. Kaoru found he couldn’t stop smiling himself either

He made his way back through the house, Lily skipping alongside him. He explained the plan to the Lady, that he would come back next week for another visit. Just as he was about to leave, he turned to the lady to request one final thing from her

“Make sure no one snatches her up from me while I’m gone, yeah?”

Needless to say a bottle of wine was opened at Joe’s that night in celebration of Lily, the potential daughter

And so the weeks turned into months, and Kaoru returned each week with his board and some sweets for her and the other children, teaching her everything she needed to know about skateboarding. After a month or so she could confidently ollie without bailing, and next time he visited she displayed it with delight, watching Kaoru’s face light up with pride.

She had taken a real liking to Kaoru, according to the Lady. She refused to pay any other visitors any notice, declaring they “simply weren’t Kaoru.” This is what finally made him realise that maybe it was time to ask if she’d like to live with him from now on, where she could practice with him every day.

When he asked her, Kaoru could’ve sworn he actually saw stars in her eyes. She simply lit up, throwing herself at Kaoru, tears streaming down her face as she shouted yes, of course she would. she wasn’t the only one crying, Kaoru could barely see from the tears in his own eyes, the lady dabbing at hers with a tissue

Once the paperwork was complete and Lily was his, he felt a weight had been taken off his shoulders. He had packed her a new change of clothes the day he went to collect her, bringing Joe along with him for emotional support. Lily came flying at him the second he got out of his car, wrinkling her nose at Joe

“You never told me you had a boyfriend, Kaoru” she stuck her tongue out at him from over his shoulder while they both tried to convince her that no, they weren’t a couple, before she ran upstairs to get changed. Joe turned to Kaoru, an almost offended look on his face

“Why were you so adamant that we weren’t together??” “I dont need her worrying she’s going home to a Gorrila” “HEY”

Once they all got home, they threw a little party at Joe’s who had closed a little early specially for it. Kaoru didn’t let her out of his sight, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable with all the new people. Of course, it was only Joe, Shadow, Reki, Langa and Miya, all of whom she would meet eventually, but he still worried in case she got overwhelmed.

She made quick friends with Reki, who was ecstatic from the moment he realised she could skate. The two bonded over it, talking about tricks they’d learned, Reki shouting over at Kaoru because why hadn’t he taught him anything??

Miya was a bit standoffish at first, but when she saw the switch in his hand, the two were instantly bonding over who had better villagers in Animal Crossing, and who had passed more levels in Mario with three stars

As the months went on, Lily really settled into her new life in Okinawa, starting at school in Miyas class. The two were joined at the hip, Miya often coming home to Kaoru’s so they could practice together, or simply study and watch some movies. Reki constantly teased the shit out of the two, talking about how he heard “wedding bells”. This comment earned him a swift whack into the skull from Kaoru, warning him not to tease his little girl

Soon enough Kaoru was making her own skateboard with built-in Carla, who helped her skating improve insanely. As Kaoru said, she was definitely a chip off the old block. Langa and Reki would take her to the skate park with them, helping her land new tricks and would take videos of her to send to Kaoru

Shadow was like a chill uncle to her, bringing her flowers for her room and taking her out to get some clothes and ice cream. Joe was like an uncle too, but a much more untrustworthy one. Would he take her to the park, or would he take her to parts of downtown she definitely shouldn’t have been? Who knows, certainly not Kaoru...

Poor Kaoru can never get a minutes peace. Every second of the day she’s plotting something, waiting for him to let his guard down so she can pounce, scaring the shit out of him. When the others are around its 10x worse, all of them ganging up on him to pull pranks

As well as skateboarding, Kaoru tried to teach her how to do calligraphy. She ended up being awful, blotting the ink and smearing it with her hand. But hey, it was a fun art project that made it onto the fridge

At S, she was watched like a hawk. When Kaoru was competing,the others would be like her bodyguard, making sure no one got within 5 feet of her. She’d watch her dad with wonder, the look of awe never leaving her face since the first day she saw him skate. She can’t wait for the day she can compete, maybe even beating her own dad

The first time Lily called Kaoru “dad” was when he won a race, showing off some amazing skills and winning the insanely close match by a hair. He picked up his board, looking around for Lily. He saw her in the crowd, throwing her arms up and cheering “THATS MY DAD!! LOOK, RIGHT THERE, THATS MY DAD!” When she spotted him, a large grin spread across her face. “Nice job out there dad! You did amazing!! D’you think I can do that one day?”

Everyone was staring at her, she hadn’t even realised she had said anything out of the ordinary. Soon enough Kaoru was lunging at her, picking her up in a hug so she didn’t see the tears quickly forming on his face. With a smile he pulled away, his voice dripping with pride

“Of course you could. You’re my daughter, aren’t you?”

[pterodactylterrace]

Dating Paul Bullion

Because BOY HOWDY do I have thoughts about dating this man!

He will send you a picture of every dog he sees.

When he is filming for the Witcher, you get multiple pictures of Kal every day.

You will never understand his need to get up at stupid o’clock for his first workout of the day.

It makes him happy, though, so you just burrow further into the warm spot he left behind and go back to sleep.

Plus the physique that comes from his fitness dedication is a nice bonus.

He seems almost magnetically drawn to you.

Sitting quietly on the couch? BAM! Giant ginger suddenly pressed against you.

Cooking dinner? Better not bend down or his giant hand will be all over your ass and you’ll end up burning the food. Again.

The house is always filled with music.

Either coming from a speaker, or Paul just belting out whatever comes to him.

You never knew just how handy he was until you moved in with him.

One day you were climbing the pantry shelves because your boyfriend is 6’3 and hasn’t seemed to realize that the top shelf of all but useless to you.

The shelf you were standing in gave way beneath you, sending you sprawling onto your ass on the ground, various shelf stable foods littering the ground around you.

He ran across the house to you when he heard the crash and was kneeling at your side with hover hands before you even registered what happened.

You braced yourself for a lecture, so sure he was going to be upset with you for ignoring his constant requests to ask him for help instead of climbing.

But once he realizes the tears are because you’re upset and not from physical pain, he gathers you up in his arms and plants the pair of you on the couch for the rest of the day.

The shelf is repaired the next day before you even get home, and you tear up a little when you see a step stool made of the same wood as the new shelf.

Neither of you ever showers alone if the other is home.

Not even always a sex thing, more just an intimacy thing.

It used to freak you out, having your privacy invaded by a giant ginger pushing the curtain aside and climbing in with you.

Don’t get me wrong, he’d seen you naked several times before, but he’d never seen you like this.

Naked, looking like a drowned rat with half your bush shaved. You couldn’t bring yourself to resume your shower yoga to properly shave your junk, so you just pretend you meant to only shave one labia and half your mound.

One week, and seven ginger invaded showers later, you gave up on being able to sneak shave.

You sort of expect him to cut his shower short when you start positioning yourself in the odd poses required to shave everything. Instead he drops to his knees in front of you, taking the razor from you like it was the normal thing to do and just takes over for you.

He dutifully removes all the hair from your nethers, pulling the shower head down for a more through rinse. The little shit knows exactly what he’s doing when he aims the jet at your clit.

He waits just long enough to make his intentions clear before abandoning the shower head and diving in with his mouth instead.

You develop a nightly routine of sorts after a while when he is home in the evenings. You’d both laze around on the couch, your legs often thrown over his lap while he absently massaged your calves and feet.

At some point you always end up falling asleep, and yet you always wake up in bed.

And nothing can compare to the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms at night, safe and sound as you dream away.

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[gojo-x-reader]

So Enticing

Relationship(s): Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

Warnings: explicit sex (in the AO3 link), swearing, one night stand

Tags: One Night Stand

AO3 Link: here (nsfw)

Words: ~11k (nsfw); ~5k (tumblr ver)

Request:  “Can I please request a fic where Gojo meets F!reader and takes her back to his place for *sexy times* but they get interrupted by curses attacking (can be as sfw/smutty as you like) and now reader has to process that a) curses exist and b) her hook up is very, very hot when fighting demons. *Bonus points for making Gojo fight naked or him keeping the blindfold on the *whole* time Thank you <3″

Author Note: Below the cut is the version omitting the smut. For the explicit version, please click on my AO3 link. Disclaimer: I am not responsible for anyone under the age of 18 reading the explicit version. 

You sighed for what felt like the fiftieth time into the glass of whiskey you’ve been nursing for the past hour. The ice was already mostly melted, watering down the strong taste you were craving earlier when you ordered it. 

It had been a long week. First, you found out your boyfriend of three years was cheating on you with not one but two girls. They both had shown up to your (shared) apartment with you and your boyfriend late Monday night. Apparently, your piece of shit (now ex-) boyfriend had set up a date with each of them at the same time and place, then forgot about them. The two girls had bonded over being stood up, then found out they were dating the same guy. That led them to “his” apartment for a confrontation, only to find out that there was another girl involved. 

The two girls were nice about it and you let them have their word with your boyfriend before they exchanged numbers with you and left. Immediately after they left, you gave your boyfriend an hour to leave with his stuff and never show his face to you again. He didn’t even try to argue. So now you lost not only your boyfriend but also your roommate that split rent and utilities with you. 

As if that wasn’t enough, the late-night you had Monday caused you to be late for work the next day. It was only your third tardy the whole four years you had worked with the company, but it was enough for you to go on probation. Between the stress of now having to pay full rent, being on probation, and losing sleep, you completely messed up your presentation Thursday, causing your company to lose out on an incredible deal. The next day, you showed up only for your things to be packed up in a box and a paper informing you of dismissal from the company. 

So that was what led you to be sitting here in a bar, alone and sipping whiskey. You didn’t like the bar scene; it was too noisy, too “fun”, too… not you. You didn’t even like whiskey, either. But you just needed one night to let go of yourself before you had to get your life together. Yes, tomorrow you would worry about everything. Tonight is to have fun and stop worrying. 

“An awful lot of sighs for someone alone,” a stranger called over to you from a few seats away. He, too, seemed alone. But that wasn’t what caught your attention. He was dressed nicely, a plain white shirt tucked into dark pants with a belt. Strapped onto his wrist was a watch in some expensive brand you never bothered to care about. His hair was bright white, but he seemed young, about your age. It was messy like he didn’t bother, but it was almost endearing. He wore dark sunglasses, even inside in the dark light of the bar, high enough that you couldn’t see his eye color. He cradled a dark jacket in his arms as he sipped some type of drink with orange juice in it. 

“I have a lot to sigh about,” you replied. 

“What types of things would make a lady sigh almost twenty-six times in one hour?”

“You were counting?”

“Hard not to,” he retorted. 

You sighed again, deciding to humor him. “I’ve had a shitty week.” He nodded, silently telling you to go on. “Found out my boyfriend was cheating on me, then I got fired from my job today. Now I have increased rent and no income. I’m stressed.”

“That sounds stressful.” The mysterious man stood up. He sauntered closer to you, pointing to the empty seat next to you. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” you replied, and he sat on the seat. 

The man waved over the bartender. “A new whiskey for the lady here and another special for me.” The bartender nodded, then left to make the drinks. 

You weren’t sure what to do in this instance. In the very rare times that you went to bars, back in your college days, no one ever offered to buy you a drink. Instead, your much prettier friends were offered drinks upon drinks. 

“So, stressed over rent, huh?” the man initiated small talk. 

You quickly chugged the rest of your watered-down whiskey. It didn’t burn nearly as much now, but that much whiskey in a short time certainly gave you a buzz. You probably would never see this man again, why not open up to him a bit about your problems in life? 

“I met the asshole I used to call my boyfriend in college, my last semester,” you started. “We started off as good friends, but it wasn’t until he graduated a year after me that we started going out. I’ll admit, we moved quickly. Within a few months, he was already practically living at my place so I asked him to move in to help with rent. I had a nice job, but it didn’t hurt to have help paying for things. I probably should’ve gotten rid of him within six months of him moving in. He didn’t contribute much to keeping the place clean, had issues holding down jobs. I felt so relieved when those girls he cheated on me with came to my place. I finally had a real reason to get rid of him.”

The bartender set the new drink glasses down, momentarily interrupting your conversation. You immediately took the whiskey into your hands and took a large sip. It burned all down your chest, warming you up immediately. This man was a really good listener; you felt like you could really open up. 

“I got fired because I was so stressed about everything that I fucked up a presentation. Bad. My company lost out on a huge deal and naturally got rid of the weakest link that barred them from it. So now here I am: single, jobless, and tipsy, opening up about stuff I won’t even talk about to my friends to a man I just met.”

You started sipping the whiskey more. You were well beyond tipsy, almost drunk by now. 

“Getting drunk isn’t the best coping mechanism out there,” the man admitted. “Especially for a woman drinking alone. Why didn’t you just drink at home?”

That was a good question. Unfortunately, you already knew the answer. “My apartment already has bad memories attached.” You gulped down the rest of your whiskey, slamming the glass onto the counter. The man had barely touched his own drink, instead turning his attention to you. “I think… I think I also wanted some company tonight. My friends told me to get rid of my boyfriend years ago. Hell, they didn’t even approve of him before we dated. I don’t think I can handle the incoming ‘we told you so.’ I’m so stupid, I should’ve listened.”

“Love makes us do stupid things, sometimes.”

“I wouldn’t even call that love. More like, settling for a companionship. Afraid of being lonely for the rest of my life and latching onto the first person who showed interest.” At this point, your words were slurring. You stared hard at the mystery man’s drink, wondering what exactly was in this so-called “special.”

You grabbed his untouched drink, now aware of how drunk you were. Your proprioception was thrown off, and you spilled a little of the drink on the floor. “Fuck,” you cursed, then turned your attention to the man in front of you. “Hey, what’s in this? Vodka? Gin? I could go for something stronger now.” You didn’t even give him a chance to answer before chugging the whole thing. He held out a hand to stop you, but it dropped almost as quickly as he raised it, accepting defeat. 

After finishing his drink and slamming it onto the counter next to your own empty glass, you began giggling uncontrollably. After settling down, you said, “What kind of a guy goes to a bar and orders orange juice?” 

“Perhaps the type of guy also wanting some company.”

There was a brief moment of silence. “Hey,” you interrupted. “What do you look like under those glasses? Are you ugly? You must be hiding your face like that in a dark bar. And if you’re not, then why would a good-looking guy be hanging around some plain woman like me? So, you gotta be ugly.”

Oh, you were gone. You had no filter now, the logical part of your brain screaming at you to shut up. Of course, this man wasn’t ugly, you were just spouting things off because of your own insecurities. 

You began reaching up to his glasses to take them off. He leaned back almost instinctively, causing you to lose your balance and fall face-first into his lap. You were embarrassed first and foremost, but also he was warm. You wanted to continue laying there on his lap and just ignore all your problems. 

He helped you back up into your seat, apologizing for causing you to fall. After making sure you were okay (and more importantly, were not going to throw up from being off-balance), he ordered you a glass of water. He gently placed his jacket around your shoulders, the fabric completely engulfing you. After the glass of water arrived, he held it to your lips and tipped it for you to drink. Your face felt warm from the attention, or maybe it was just the alcohol. Was it sad that in less than five minutes, a man you just met showed you more attention and care than your boyfriend had bothered with in the past three years?

After you had a grip on your water and was sipping it, he sat back down. “Do you really wanna know what I look like without my glasses?” he asked, resting his head on his arm on the counter. 

You nodded eagerly, nearly spilling your water. 

The man chuckled softly, then reached up with his opposite hand to take off the glasses. He took his time, almost teasing you before he finally shed himself of them. You inhaled sharply, almost dropping the glass of water. 

He was gorgeous, drop-dead gorgeous. You’ve never seen such beautiful blue eyes, like the sky on a clear spring day. Even in the dark lighting, you could see how bright and beautiful they were. You set the glass of water down on the counter, then grabbed his head and pulled him closer to yours. His hair was as soft as it looked, and you spent a little more time running your hands through it than necessary. As you stared at his unfairly gorgeous face (seriously, how in the world did this man win the genetics lottery like this!), you felt his face warm up. Ah, he was very cute when he blushed. 

He pulled back his head and replaced his glasses. He was obviously flustered as he looked away. He coughed, trying to compose himself, then said, “I’ve never had a woman be so forward with me.”

You laughed again at his antics. He was so suave when you first spoke to you and now he was blushing like a schoolgirl trying to confess. It was adorable. 

“Oh, really?” you purred, running a finger across his jawline. You felt emboldened, seeing his reaction to just being pulled close to you. “You’re very handsome; I would expect all the men and women to be throwing themselves at you.” 

You were never this forward sober, all the newfound confidence swirling within you as you leaned forward and chastely gave the man a kiss on the corner of his lips. You stumbled back and he quickly grabbed your arms to stabilize you.

He checked his expensive watch for the time. “I think it’s about time to leave. My car is in the back. I’ll take you home.” He helped you up out of the seat. You leaned on him the entire time he paid for both of your drinks. You seemed to fit perfectly onto his side, like a puzzle piece. Or maybe he was just freakishly tall. 

The bartender gave the mystery man a look but didn’t say anything as he handed back the credit card and receipt. The man pocketed them both in his front pockets and began dragging you through the door. 

You tried matching your steps to his, but with how tall he was and how drunk you are, you mostly leaned on him and as he held onto your shoulders. You gripped the front of his shirt, pleasantly surprised by the solid muscles underneath. You giggled like a schoolgirl to yourself thinking about him minus the shirt. 

Eventually, you made it to his car. It was obviously expensive, a foreign brand you didn’t recognize, and probably about two or three years’ worth of your previous salary. The man helped you into the passenger’s seat, buckling your seatbelt for you.

He sat in the driver’s seat and handed over his phone with an open GPS app. “Put in your address and I’ll get you there.” You obeyed, handing the phone back to him. He then put it on a stand on the dash and pressed start.

Under normal circumstances, you would never get in the car of a man you (still) don’t know the name of, let alone give him your address so that he could freely visit. You just couldn’t tell if a guy had pure intentions or not. For all you knew, this was some elaborate ploy and you were in danger. 

But for some reason, maybe it was because you were too drunk to care, you felt like you could trust this mystery man. 

The vehicle was warm, and suddenly you felt sleepy. A little nap before arriving at your place wouldn’t hurt, would it? And so, you closed your eyes and let the soft lull of the radio put you to sleep.

When you opened your eyes, your throat was parched. You sat up, groaning. There was a reason you almost always declined dinners with your coworkers where you knew there would be drinking; you were embarrassingly a lightweight who couldn’t hold her liquor at all, as evident by the headache from only two glasses of whiskey. 

You rubbed your eyes of sleep, blinking a few times to wake up more. There was a warm blanket wrapped around you, but you didn’t recognize it as one of yours. You blinked a few times. The room you were in was completely dark. You frantically patted your pockets for your phone, finding it where you normally keep it. The bright glow of your phone was nearly blinding, taking a few seconds to get used to before you glanced at the time. Only 1:30 am. Not bad, considering you arrived at the bar around 9 pm. 

The bar… Mystery man … 

You turned on the flashlight and checked your surroundings. This wasn’t your blanket, nor your couch, nor your living room. This wasn’t your apartment. You panicked, double-checking that you still had clothes on. Okay, whew. Nothing must have happened last night. 

You heard groaning from the other side of the room. “If I would’ve known you would wake up swinging a flashlight everywhere I would’ve fallen asleep in my bedroom.” That must be the mystery man. 

You swung your phone’s flashlight over to where you heard his voice, apologizing profusely when it shined in his eyes. He had changed clothes, now in a pair of sweatpants and a loose black shirt. He rubbed his eyes, then got up and turned on the lights. He was without his sunglasses, so his eyes shone bright, almost as bright as the lights.

Looking around, he was obviously rich from not only the size of his apartment but also how it was decorated, if it wasn’t so obvious before from the way he dressed and walked. That only led you to wonder: why were you here?

“You fell asleep before we got to your place,” he answered, almost like he was reading your mind. He yawned, loudly and obnoxiously. “I couldn’t wake you up for you to tell me which apartment was yours so here you are. Welcome to my place.” He walked into the kitchen connected to the living room, grabbing the sunglasses of the counter and putting them on. You wondered why he wore them inside. Maybe he suffered from migraines?

He opened a cabinet and grabbed a large cup, filling it full with water. He walked back and handed it to you. You accepted it gratefully and emptied the glass just as he entered the kitchen again. 

“In the mood to eat anything in particular?” He asked, reaching for an apron off of a hook on the wall. He tied it away from you, grabbing a pan from another cabinet and turning the stove on low. He turned around to grab ingredients from the refrigerator. You let out a laugh at his apron that read “Mr. Good Lookin’ is Cookin’.” 

You entered the kitchen yourself, bringing the empty glass with you. After filling up on water, your headache was already mostly gone. You sat the glass down on the counter, leaning over the island and resting your cheek on your hand. “Whatever you want to cook I’ll take some as well.” 

He grinned giddily like he already had a recipe in mind to cook. Now that you were sober and in better lighting, he was much better looking than you had thought before. As he smiled, there was a tiny dimple on his left cheek. His hair was messy but it added to his charm. He was hard at work, cracking eggs into the pan and scrambling them. 

Mystery man was handsome and obviously had experience in the kitchen. He was considerate and much more caring than your ex-boyfriend could ever be. Your mind wandered to where else he may have experience. Perhaps, the bedroom… 

You blushed, trying to expel the images of the two of you from your brain. This was not the time to be fantasizing, as a very attractive man cooked you food. Instead, you decided to engage in some small talk. For example, learning what this man’s name was. 

“So,” you began, “Mr. Mystery Man, do you have a name?”

He turned around, lifting the eggs off the stove so they didn’t burn with him. “Mr. Mystery Man, huh?” he grinned again. You felt your heart skip a beat. “Gojo Satoru. I feel we’ve had a bit of a heart-to-heart, a deep connection, so I’ll give you the privilege of calling me ‘Satoru’.” 

You didn’t feel like the two of you had that much of a heart-to-heart, more like you were just complaining about your shitty life while he listened. But you could agree that there was chemistry, quite the connection between the two of you. You weren’t quite sure why a man like him would feel a pull toward a girl like you, but who were you to complain when Lady Luck was introducing a handsome stranger into your life?

After giving him your name (along with returning the favor to call you by your first name as well), you started asking more questions as he cooked food for the both of you. What did he do for a living (he was a high school teacher), what his favorite color was (black), was his hair natural or dyed (“Would you like to check?” he smirked, as you blushed because yes, you would like to check).

Eventually, you ran out of questions to ask. Satoru freely gave responses, but they were vague enough that you could tell there were things he was purposefully leaving out. That was fine with you; the two of you were technically still strangers and you didn’t expect him to open up with everything immediately. Perhaps, as you got to know him more, he would open up about the omitted information.

As you got to know him more… 

You were already moving way too fast in your brain. Next thing you know, you’ll be hearing wedding bells and imagining the two of you with mini carbon copies of Satoru running around… 

Satoru put the finishing touches on the plate, then set them in front of you. He prepared omurice, and skillfully at that. He sliced the omelet down the middle. You watched mesmerized as the contents spilled over the bed of rice. 

Immediately, your stomach growled. You grabbed the spoon he set down and said a quick “Itadakimasu” before digging in, not even bothering to sit down. Satoru bumped his left elbow into you as you were about to place the first bite into your mouth, knocking the spoonful of egg and rice off before you could get a taste of the delicacy. You whipped your head up to glare him down, but he just burst into laughter and all was forgiven. He was cute when he laughed, the tiny dimple becoming more prominent. 

You scooped the food back onto your spoon and shoved it into your mouth. Immediately, your taste buds danced. The egg was so fluffy, the rice perfectly cooked, the sauce perfectly harmonizing with both. It was delicious, quite possibly the best omurice you’ve ever had in your life. You looked up at Satoru and exclaimed, “Delicious!”

He chuckled at your enthusiasm. “I’m glad you like it. They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach but I think it works equally well for the ladies.” Satoru winked and your heart skipped a beat. God, he was just too good looking. 

You shoveled the rest of the omurice into your mouth. Between the food and the glass of water you were completely awake and sober. You finished your meal before Satoru. Before you could grab your plate to place it in the sink to be washed, Satoru stopped you. He leaned down and placed a kiss on the side of your mouth, his tongue darting out to claim a lone grain of rice left over from your meal. You felt your face heat up immediately, quickly turning around away from him and covering your face with your hands. 

“You’re cute when you’re shy,” Satoru teased, placing the last bite of his omurice in his mouth. He grabbed both of your plates and placed them in the sink with the rest of the mess he made from cooking. He turned on the faucet to fill up the sink. 

“Oh, hush,” you replied, now beside him to help with the dishes. “Anyone would be embarrassed by that.” You grabbed the first plate and began scrubbing it clean. Satoru ripped it from your hands, holding it high above your head so you couldn’t grab it back. 

“No guest of mine will be doing dishes,” he stated. 

“You paid for my drinks, let me sleep on your couch, wasn’t a weirdo about it, and cooked me food,” you retorted, then began climbing onto his counter and snatched the plate back from him. You carefully slipped down. “The least I could do is help you with the dishes.”

“There’s something else you could do instead,” he whispered seductively into your ear, nibbling softly on your lobe. Your face heated up yet again, but you weren’t going to let him win this round. 

“Yeah? And what would that be?” you purred back, keeping his head in place and trailing your mouth down his neck, leaving a soft kiss on his collarbone. You heard him suck in a breath of air. As you stepped back, you looked up to stare at Satoru’s beautiful blue eyes. On his face was a light dusting of pink. Cute. 

Satoru slipped the plate out of your hands once again, placing it in the sink. He began leaning down to your height, staring at your lips longingly. “May I kiss you?”

You bit your bottom lip, then nodded. Before you could even finish your nod, Satoru’s lips were pressed firmly on yours. Immediately, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Oh, god, this is what you wanted ever since he walked over to where you were sitting. 

The two of you took things to the bedroom. After a few rounds, you were exhausted. You changed into a set of clothes offered by Satoru, then got into bed with him. 

Not only were the blankets on top of you incredibly warm, but so was the heat radiating from Satoru beside you. Suddenly, all the events from the day caught up with you, your body completely exhausted. 

“Can I hold you?” Satoru asked.

You mumbled an agreement sleepily. Satoru’s arms snaked around you, enveloping you in a safe warmth as you drifted fully to sleep. 

When you woke up, the bed was cold and empty. It took you a few minutes to wake your brain up, remembering the events from last night. Embarrassed, you covered your face with your hands. Oh my god. You fucked a guy you just met, and spent the night at his house. What the fuck. 

“Oh, good. You’re awake,” a cheeky voice called from the doorway. You looked up, cheeks still red, and saw Satoru with his hair tousled and the apron he wore last night on with a spatula in his hand. “I have breakfast ready. Do you drink coffee? How do you like it?”

“Sugar and cream,” you replied. “Heavy sugar, light cream.”

Satoru fake gasped and clutched his chest. “A woman after my own heart. That’s how I drink mine too. I tossed your clothes from last night in the washer. You’re free to leave when they’re done in the dryer. Free of charge, though I won’t resist you leaving me your number as payment.” He winked, then left the room back to the kitchen. 

You headed to the bathroom to freshen up. As you turned the light on, you finally got a good look at your and god you were a mess. Your neck was covered in hickeys, the dark lovebites trailing to your shoulders and down to your chest. You didn’t check, but you were sure there was plenty on your stomach as well. Going to the bathroom allowed you to inspect just how many hickeys were also left on your thighs and well. It wasn’t any better than your neck. 

You hoped the weather wasn’t going to be hot the next few days because there was no way you would be leaving your house without a scarf and pants on. 

After you were done in the bathroom, you joined Satoru in the kitchen. It smelled amazing; he cooked a wonderful breakfast of rice, eggs, fish, and steamed veggies. If you hadn’t met Satoru yesterday, you probably would’ve just proposed to him. He was a total catch and you hoped you could see him more after this. 

Breakfast was quiet, which you didn’t mind. You hardly slept last night; though what little you did sleep was the best sleep you’ve had in quite possibly years. After breakfast, you exchanged numbers with Satoru. There was absolutely no way you would just part ways with him and that was the end of… whatever this is. 

Just as the two of you finished up dishes together (a surprisingly messy endeavor leading to a water fight and yet another makeout session that unfortunately did not lead to more sex), the dryer beeped, indicating your clothes were ready. 

You changed quickly and settled on the couch with Satoru. It was awkward, because you both knew you were wanting explanation about what the hell interrupted your fucking last night. 

“So…” Satoru started. “I suppose you want an explanation.”

“That would be appreciated.”

“I guess I’ll start at the beginning.”

Satoru explained to you about the world of curses and sorcerers, the school he taught at currently, as well as his current students. It seemed almost impossible to believe, had you not witnessed what you did last. He didn’t go into extensive detail, but you would be sure to ask him more later, especially if this chemistry expanded to something more. 

“Thank you for telling me,” you told him after he was finished. You checked your phone for the time. “Shit! I need to leave.” You gathered the rest of your things as Satoru grabbed his car keys. He led you to his vehicle (which was very nice, now that you were in it sober) and plugged in the address you gave him last night. 

After arriving just outside your apartment, Satoru bid you goodbye.

“Don’t forget, you can text me anytime. I don’t mind. Especially if you wanna meet up like we did last night again.” He winked.

You felt your face redden, but promised to text him later. You headed to your apartment, unlocking the door with your keys. Before you headed in, you waved back at Satoru’s vehicle, watching him leave after making sure you got in safely. The gesture warmed your heart.

You were immediately greeted to an empty and cold apartment. You sighed and kicked off your shoes, then collapsed on the couch. Goodbye, moment of peace and happiness; hello loneliness and stress of being unemployed. 

You needed to send in job applications ASAP, but that was a problem for tomorrow as sleep overcame you.