#but it did not look good outside of PS so i couldn't

[kangpingyu]

YongKangCy flirting on stage in Osaka | O!NEW!E!volution III Japan

fancam cr. (x, x, x, x, x, x)

[spdrwdw]

Could you possibly do a dbf (dads best friend) miguel.? nsfw Ty!😋

Ps. I love your stories

While I am okay with doing age gaps, both parties must be of legal age. I hope headcanons are okay! I had too many ideas and couldn’t narrow it down lol

♡DBF!Miguel Headcanons♡

Warnings: 18+ content, MDNI, age gap, smut, nsfw

A/N: If any other writers out there are interested in using any of my headcanons for a fic, please let me know! I wouldn’t mind as long as you credit me. I would turn this to a fic myself, but I already got my hands full with other wips. ❤️

DBF!Miguel who you met for the first time at your dad's country club. You couldn't help but to steal glances over his way, and unbeknownst to you, he was doing the same.

DBF! Miguel who went to your house one day to hang out with your dad, they were going to watch a game on tv. While your dad was outside firing the grill, Miguel couldn't help but stare at you as you lounged around by the pool in your swimsuit, soaking up some sun. You could see him staring at you through your sunglasses, a slight smirk lifting your lips. DBF! Miguel who came over to your house one day while your parents were away to fix something for your dad. You were upstairs in your room studying for your college exams when he passed by, seeing you in nothing but a tank-top and panties as you laid sprawled out on the bed. You turned around and noticed him just staring at your by the doorway before he quickly left. This made you want to make him notice you more. So, you started wearing the most revealing pieces of clothing you had.

DBF! Miguel who came over again for another game night with your dad. You did your hair and makeup and wore the most revealing dress you had, making your way downstairs over to the kitchen. You swayed your ass as you walked, making you he would notice you, and he did. That was the first time he had made his way into your room. DBF! Miguel who would come over more often while your parents weren't home, and not because he was going to fix something. At first it was a little awkward between the two of you when you were along with him, but, he was always gentle with you. It was rather sweet. However, as your private encounters occurred more frequently, you wanted him to not be as gentle with you.

DBF! Miguel who would by laying on your bed, his large frame taking over the majority of the bed, his legs dangling over the edge because of how big he was. He would help you with any homework that you may have, even help you study for tests. After you were done, he'd eat your pussy out as a reward. His tongue practically swallowed your folds, he usually didn't even need to use his fingers to get you undone, but when he did, your body would be quivering and flailing as you begged him for release, which he always gladly awarded you. DBF! Miguel who's cock was just so big that the first time you had intercourse, you honestly thought he was going to break you. But, he didn't. He filled you up rather nicely and after that, you had gotten addicted to him stretching you and pounding into you, filling you with his cum. Of course, he'd ask if you were on any form of birth control first. DBF! Miguel who will shoot you a pointed look whenever you tease him from under the table. You'll be sitting across from him and slip off your shoe, reaching over and rub his crotch with your foot. He would have to bite his lip from letting out a groan, and you could feel his cock growing hard underneath his pants.

DBF! Miguel who would give you a lift to and from your University, sporting his shiny sports car. The some car in which he would fuck you senseless in while parked in some secluded area. The windows would be tinted so no one could see what was going on inside. DBF! Miguel who'd call you a 'good girl' whenever you take his cock into your mouth and suck him off. He loved it when he came in your mouth and would see streams of his cum drooling from the corners of your mouth because it was just too much for you to swallow it all.

DBF! Miguel who secretly loves it when you call him ‘daddy’ while he rails you. It puts him on edge and he knows it won’t be long until he is spilling himself inside you. DBF! Miguel would you let you ride him on your bed. He's be surrounded by your plushies, which was actually pretty humorous to you. Here was a big man getting fucked by you while surrounded by all of your cutesy plushies.

DBF! Miguel who would low-key be your sugar-daddy because he would always be buying you things, no matter how expensive it was. He would take you on his yacht and fuck you either in the cabin or out on the deck.

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hugging them for the first time pt1

The first years (Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Sebek, and Ortho)

Y/n has been at NRC for a while and she's never hugged anyone (besides grim) until today. Y/n took in a deep breath before walking out the door of the ramshackle dorm with grim on her shoulder. {ps y/n is pudgy since thats what i am)

Ace Trappola: Ace is the first person y/n saw this morning “hey y/n what's with that face?” Ace teased as she got closer before he could say anything else y/n wrapped her arms around his torso his face slowly turned red as he stood there shocked he wasn't expecting a hug he expected a punch to the shoulder like they do every morning before walking together to find the rest of the group. As quick as he became shocked is as quick it turned to cocky. “Oh couldn't keep your hands to yourself” he teased as he hugged her back before she huffed and pushed him away making him laugh before walking away. “Wait no come back!” he laughed as he followed behind her.

Deuce Spade: Deuce was running a bit late this morning but he soon caught up with y/n, grim and ace. “Sorry i’m late-” Deuce was cut off by y/n hugging him. He stood there frozen for a good minute before he hugged her and held her gently as if she was made of glass. “Deuce why you making such a ugly face man” ace and grim laughed making Deuce snap out of the wonderful moment “oi shove off!” he yelled at them while covering y/n's ears. Ace and grim looked at each other before they started mocking deuce, which ended in deuce gently pulling away from y/n, and charging after the two. Y/n just smiled, and shock her head before walking towards class and on the way maybe find her next huggable victim.

Jack Howl: Now since Jack is a beast man his senses are higher so sneaking up on him would be a little bit hard but not impossible, (but that's not going to happen this time) Jack was standing in the normal meeting spot near the fountain and his ears perked up when he heard grim and aces screams. He watched unamused as Ace, grim and deuce ran past him. Y/n stood beside jack as they watched ace and grim avoid a angry deuce, “‘sigh’ a normal monday'' Jack sighed looking down at y/n only to see her smiling up at him before hugging him, Jacks tail started wagging very quickly it looked like it could make a tiny tornado. Y/n could see Jack's face was very red “what is this for?” Jack asked, trying to act serious y/n shrugged and let go of him, which he patted her head gently in return before they went to follow the troublemakers.

Epel Felmier: He will try to fight because he doesn't want to be seen as cute, Epel meet the four near the cafeteria y/n walked up to him first and hugged him from behind making freeze up and raise his fist before looking over to see y/n hugging him “you all right?” was his first question, He liked the hug but he thought something was wrong. “Nothing wrong, i just wanted a hug” y/n said letting him go he turned around before hugging her back. Y/n smiled and hugged him again before epel dragged her into the cafeteria since everyone else already went in.

Sebek Zigvolt: We all know Sebek he yells (his words he just talks loudly) but now he is silent. Sebek was waiting outside Treins classroom for his friends he rarely eats breakfast with them; he wants to be near mallues at all times, from the corner of his eye he saw all six walking up to him. “ABOUT TIME YOU SHOWED-” sebek stopped mid shout and froze as he felt y/n hug him, everyone was ready for him to start shouting louder. Sebek slowly looked down at his friend before he brought his left hand up to the back of her head and patted it “ let's get to class” he said normally everyone looked at him in shock making him gently push y/n away before he walked into the classroom. Everyone slowly followed in after him y/n was worried she broke him because he was silent the entire lesson. “Sebek i’m sorry-” y/n started as she chased after sebek after class before he turned to look at her “ you did nothing wrong it felt nice thank you” he bowed everyone was still shocked at this and grim smirked “ aww look sebek is a softie” grim teased making sebek shot back up “THIS SOFTIE WILL END YOU!” sebek yelled with a red face, everyone covered their ears but laughed he was back to his normal self at least.

Ortho Shroud: HUG!THIS!BOY! (i wanna hug him! And squeeze him!) Ortho was excitedly looking for his friends “Ortho!!” y/n shouted as she ran towards her little robot friend, Ortho turned when he heard his name only to be wrapped into a warm hug, making him squeal as she swung him around as she held him in a tight hug. He loved hugs from people he cared for. “y/n! Your hugs are very warm, you should hug my brother too!” the boy happily stated

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Untitled. Part one.

Summary: Deacon wants to introduce his girlfriend to his kids.

Note: Reader is a fashion model in her twenties. Deacon and Annie only have three kids. To be honest I like him and the reader together and I see potential. I mean, jealousy from Annie's side or her coming up with the idea that Deac is experiencing some midlife crisis, the kids hating/loving her, the team finding out they're together, she gets into trouble and he has to save our protect her...

Warning: age gap, afab!reader.

PS: I told you I can't stop.

Danica, the lead makeup artist of the photo shoot came over to you with a wide grin on her face, quickly sending the others away so she could tell you an important piece of gossip. You returned her smile as you leaned closer to listen, expecting something about the model who caused some chaos by not showing up.

But she remained silent for a little too long, and you began to assume it was about something else. And just like that, your suspicion was proven right when she finally spoke up. “There's a handsome silver fox outside with a police badge and he's looking for you. Jack is trying to convince him to leave if it's not related to an investigation, though, so if he belongs to you…”

“Oh, yes, he's mine,” you were quick to say with a bright smile. “Thanks for the heads-up, I'll talk to Jack.”

She nodded before gently patting you on the shoulder, giving you the green light to leave. Your makeup was done, it was only your hair that they had to finish before you could stand in front of the camera. They could surely survive five minutes without you, so you rushed out of the building to find your boyfriend and hopefully tell the head of security that there was nothing to worry about.

When your eyes finally fell on Deacon, you couldn't help but gulp from the sight. He was wearing a suit, something you always pointed out looked good on him, and when he noticed you, his face immediately lit up. You had been together for three months now, so this was probably the honeymoon phase making you this happy around each other, but you truly hoped things would stay this way.

His marriage ended shortly before you met thanks to Chris, and back then he wasn't ready to make a move on someone. But months later you met again on a night out with the team and he finally made up his mind to ask for your number. Long story short, he swept you off your feet with ease, and even the age difference wasn't enough to stop you from being happy together.

“Jack, he's with me. Can you let him in?” you asked with a sweet smile.

The man let out a sigh then gestured to him that he was allowed to enter the premises under your watch. Deacon leaned down to kiss the top of your head, already knowing better than to ruin your makeup, then took your hand and led you a little further away from people.

“Don’t get me wrong, I'm glad you're here, but why did you come? Did something happen?” you asked worriedly.

He was quick to reassure you with a shake of his head. “I just wanted to see you. But there's a change in the plans. Annie called; something came along and I'll have the kids over tonight,” he told you.

If he had the kids over, it meant your planned date had to be canceled. It sucked, but you were okay with it. His kids would always come first, and you liked that about him. He loved them more than anything, and it was nice to see how well he and his ex got along after the divorce. Were you jealous of their relationship? Yes, some days it was hard, but you knew they had a history together. You can't delete so many years with a piece of paper that proved you weren't together anymore.

“Raincheck?”

Deacon's smile returned as he watched you. “No. Come over tonight and meet the kids,” he suggested casually. You bit on your lower lip and avoided his gaze, showing the tell tale signs of your insecurity. “Hey, it's okay. I want them to finally meet you. Actually, I think Lila would love you. I was going through some photos of you the other day and there was this stunning picture of you wearing a purple gown. When she saw that, she said you looked like a princess and got all excited, saying she wanted to dress like that too.”

It was hard to hold back a laugh. You could imagine a young girl going nuts over the idea of wearing gowns every single day, and you could also imagine the way he was torn between smiling at his daughter and wishing she would just go to sleep.

Despite your good mood, you still didn't know if you were ready. Meeting the kids was a big step, one that he wanted to happen sooner than it would naturally occur. So you took a deep breath and stepped away, dragging him along as you walked back inside the building. Maybe if he began to focus on seeing you work, he would forget about this idea.

While Henry styled your hair, Deacon leaned against a table with his arms folded over his chest as he watched you. “You don't want to meet them,” he suddenly said. When you let out a sigh and tore your gaze away from him, he nodded. “At all or just yet?”

“It's too soon, Deac,” you admitted. “Look, we've only been together for a few months. I love you, you know that, but I don't think I'm ready for their questions. I need some time to figure out how to talk to kids first. I don't know anything about that, I don't have the experience, and–”

With a small smile on his face he came closer and signaled the hair stylist the step aside for a second. When you gave him a worried look, he just leaned down to place a light kiss on your temple. “Okay, okay, I get it. I love you too, no matter when you meet them. I can give you advice, don't worry, then we'll wait until you're ready,” he assured you.

“Lovebirds, I hate to interrupt, but if you're not ready in ten minutes, they will kill you,” Henry said, but then his eyes fell on Deacon's badge. “Not literally, of course.”

“Yeah, I assumed you meant it that way.”

[multifandombitxh]

Keep It Down

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut/Angst with some fluff sprinkled in there ✨

Warnings: Self pleasure, caught in the act, jealous/protective Din, 18+

AN: some good ol Jealous!Din for the girlies 😌 It's such a stereotypical fic gang I'm gonna be so real with you lmao. It's also a long one so prepare for the worst typos you've ever witnessed.

PS I haven't seen S3 yet but I got back into the hype 💁‍♀️

18+ minors dni

It had been quite some time since you were able to have a moment to yourself. So long, in fact, that you couldn't remember the last time you did anything for yourself that was even remotely relaxing. You had been stuck on one mission for months, scouring the corners of each galaxy for a specific target with an unreasonably high bounty over their head. Din kept telling you it would be worth it in the end, but you were beginning to doubt that sentiment about two months into the search.

After a very pleasant visit to Alderaan, you were able to snag something for yourself to help with some much needed "stress relief".

You did your best to hide it from Din, considering you really didn't want him to know you'd just purchased a vibrating self massager. They were hard to come by, so when you found a merchant that sold them discreetly, you knew you had to take the chance. After it was all said and done, and Din asked where you'd been while he was busy getting information about the target, it was hard to explain to him where you'd gone.

"And where have you been this whole time?" He asked as you approached him outside of a local bar.

"I was, um, chatting up some locals," You lied, trying to maintain some semblance of composure as he stared you down. "Wasn't able to find anything about the target. I don't think he's been here."

"Well, while you were busy wasting your time, I was able to find one of his distant relatives," He explained, "Turns out he has such a high bounty for more than just murder, he's a real piece of shit in the eyes of his family. She said she knows where he might be."

"Yeah? Where?"

"Tatooine."

You scoffed. "That's not far."

"Which means we need to leave soon," He explained, "There's a crew heading there in just a few hours."

"Okay, so who's the crew?" You asked, eyeing him suspiciously. "Why can't we just go on our own? The ship could make it."

"It could, but not that quickly," He sighed, "Their ship is a little more advanced. It'll get us there faster."

You shrugged, raising an eyebrow at him. "Have you talked to them?"

He nodded once and began to walk off, likely in the direction of the meeting place. "I have. That distant relative? She knows these guys, let me talk to one of them over her communicator. They said they'll take us there, no questions asked."

You followed closely, trying to match his pace. "I find that hard to believe."

"You find a lot of things hard to believe," He teased, nudging your shoulder with his own. "It's kept us out of a lot of trouble. Always liked that about you."

You tried not to react to the compliment- the last thing he needed was an ego boost- but internally, it made your heart flutter and your stomach feel heavy. You opted not to respond to this, hoping he wouldn't press.

Unfortunately, that only made it worse.

"Would it kill you to take a compliment every once in a while?" He asked, his tone annoyed.

"It might," You replied with a smile, "Never done it, so I don't know."

"Maybe you should try it some time," He scoffed back at you, causing you to roll your eyes.

Your relationship with Din was complicated to say the least. You knew from the start you had some kind of attraction to him- what kind, you weren't sure, but it was strong and unrelenting. His voice was dangerously enticing, leaving you shivering any time he spoke just above a whisper, and the mystery of his face only added to the excitement. You had no clue what he looked like under that helmet, but you didn't care at this point. It never occurred to you to fantasize about his appearance- the way he carried himself, his voice, his confidence, everything about him struck you more.

But you'd be lying if you said you weren't a little bit curious about the color of his eyes.

When the two of you finally arrived at the crew's headquarters, you gave him a skeptical look. The warehouse before you was old, rusting and decaying in every corner. It was discolored, looking to have once been a pale green. The roof had caved in in several places, and the stairs to the roof were a death trap waiting to collapse on any unsuspecting victims. Din took note of your expression, waving his hand once to dismiss it.

"Not a word," He commanded, "I don't want to hear it."

"All I'm saying-"

"Don't make me tell you twice, Y/N. I already know what you're going to say, so zip it."

Frowning, you folded your arms over your chest in a pout. You followed him inside, passing through a creaky metal door that you were sure would be better off as scrap metal. Din led the way, checking corners and keeping one hand close to his blaster. As you entered the warehouse, the smell of burning rubber invaded your nostrils, causing you to make a face. As you rounded a corner, a large, shiny silver ship sat in the center of the large open space.

It stood out like a sore thumb, clean and sparkling among the rubble. You both exchanged looks, watching as three people stood around the ship and chatted away. They didn't seem hostile, but you knew better than to underestimate them. You approached carefully, keeping an eye out for any others who might be hiding nearby. One of them took notice of you as you stepped under a light, giving you away.

"Hey, the Mandalorian is here!" He called out, waving excitedly at the two of you. The man was tall and thin, barely any meat on his bones but a smile that was charming in its own way. "He's got a friend! Come on over, you guys!"

Din glanced over at you slowly, and you returned his look with a shrug. As you walked over to the group, you took in the remaining two of the crew; a woman with short, dark hair, several tattoos, and a frown that would scare off anyone. The other, a man of similar stature to the first, wore round, thick glasses, and was covered in what appeared to be oil.

"Lera said you'd be coming soon," The man said, "What are your names? I'm Dom, that's Starsei, and this guy over here is my twin, Arus."

"Y/N," You greeted, offering a small smile, then gesturing to Din. "He won't tell you his name, just call him whatever you like."

Din nodded, affirming your words. Dom watched the two of you for a moment, a huge grin still plastered to his face. A fourth member of the crew emerged from underneath the ship, covered in more oil than Arus. His dark, straight hair clung to his forehead and his mouth hung open as he breathed heavily. Oil stuck to his bare torso as he offered the two of you a wave.

"And that's Nox," Dom said, an annoyed tone to his voice.

You couldn't help smiling at Nox- he was handsome, likely more handsome than most- with a wide jaw, dark stubble, and his body toned similarly to that of a God. You shifted your weight as he locked eyes with you, shooting you a half smile that gave you butterflies. Din stood beside you, moving closer as he noticed the tension that hung between you and the mystery man. Nox took note of Din as well, offering him a full smile.

"Have any trouble getting here?" He asked, his voice just as dreamy as he looked.

"No," Din said simply.

An uncomfortable silence fell over the room as the two of them held each other's gaze, as if a silent conversation was happening just between them. You cleared your throat and looked over to Dom, giving him a warm smile. "So, um, when do we leave?"

"As soon as you're ready," He replied, "We were just finishing up repairs on the ship, so you're welcome to head inside and make yourselves at home. We'll all be roommates for the next two days, so we'll do a big dinner tonight to get to know each other better."

"Sounds great," You said, your voice as friendly as you could muster. There was a clear rivalry brewing between Nox and Din, and you were trying to do everything in your power to alleviate the tension. "We'll head inside."

Din ignored you, still staring at Nox. Irritated, you grabbed his upper arm and began dragging him toward the ship, smiling at the others along the way. Nox caught your eye again and you smiled, hoping he wasn't intimidated by Din too much. Once inside the ship, you all but slammed Din against a wall once you were out of earshot of the others.

"What is wrong with you?" You asked.

"What's wrong with me?" He replied, his voice filled with anger. "What's wrong with you?"

"I haven't done anything wrong!" You said, shouting in a whisper. "You're the one acting crazy!"

"Oh, I'm the crazy one?" He laughed, "I'm not the one making doe eyes at strangers."

Your mouth hung open in shock. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Y/N," He went on, "This is serious. We don't know them. If he tries something because you couldn't help yourself, and everything goes sideways, this was all for nothing."

"Why do you care?" You asked, becoming annoyed with his reasoning. "He's hot, give me a break! I'm allowed to think people are hot, Din!"

He let out a deep sigh, shaking his head. "We're on a mission, Y/N. This isn't the time."

"Well, it's been a long mission," You huffed, raising an eyebrow at him. "And I'm bored. The least I can do is have a little fun."

In truth, you hadn't even been planning on doing anything with Nox other than admire his good-looks. Your feelings for Din ran deep, and you weren't about to ignore those feelings for one good looking guy. If anything, you were hoping this would show Din that you weren't his, and that he had no claim over you. Maybe, just maybe, it would be enough for him to come clean about his own feelings.

If he even had any for you, that was.

Once everyone was loaded up onto the ship and you'd set off, you found yourself relaxing on a very comfy couch in a very cramped lounge area. The ship was dimly lit, offering little light to help you find your way around, so you opted to sit down and wait until someone told you to do something. After a while, Arus found you, and decided to sit with you.

"So, uh, is your partner, um... Okay?" He asked quietly.

"He's fine," You said, waving your hand.

"What was he so angry about?"

You shrugged, trying not to give away what was really going on between you. "Beats me."

You decided to get to know Arus a bit, finding out that he and Dom were engineers that escaped from the Empire many years ago after faking their deaths. You learned that Starsei is their pilot, and she seems standoffish because she doesn't often speak. She was a prisoner of the Empire, who helped Dom and Arus escape many years ago. Nox is their newest recruit; also an engineer, but mostly specializes in communications. He also used to be a smuggler.

After a while of chatting back and forth, Nox joined the party, sitting between you and Arus.

"Seems like the Mandalorian isn't having a great time if I'm not mistaken," Nox joked, glancing over at you. "Thought he was gonna slit my throat after I saw him in the hall just now."

"He'll warm up to everyone eventually," You said with a small smile, "He's a little hesitant about new people."

"So, how long have you two been together?" Nox asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you. Shock took over your features and you laughed awkwardly at the gesture.

"We're not together," You stated, "We've been working together for a long time now. Maybe a year."

Nox seemed to ponder your response for a moment as Dom entered the room, knocking on the wall to get everyone's attention.

"Arus, we need you up front," Dom said in a soft voice. "Star could use some help."

Arus excused himself, leaving you with Nox in silence. You tried to relax, sinking into the sofa as much as you could to appear as non-threatening as possible. Nox did the same, leaning back and yawning as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. The only sound was the rush of the ship, shaking softly as it dove through space.

"I want to know more about you," Nox said after a moment, turning to meet your gaze. His green eyes were soft, but lidded. "Who is Y/N, exactly? Other than the Mandalorian's pet, I mean."

"I am not his pet," You scoffed, laughing slightly and hitting his upper arm before looking away. "We're friends, that's all."

"You might want to check on that with him," He replied, "He was ready to kill me earlier just for looking at you. I don't think that's a normal thing to do for someone who's just a friend."

Nox's hand came to rest on your knee, his palm open fully and his thumb gently stroking back and forth. "If I'm being honest, I think he could tell why I was looking at you, and I think that pissed him off."

When you met his gaze, a pit formed in your stomach. Nox was handsome, and charming, and clearly making a move on you. But... Something was wrong. It felt wrong. There was something about the way his hand felt on your knee that made your skin crawl, his voice made you cringe, and the entire setting was uncomfortable. It was hard to pinpoint exactly why, until you thought a little harder about it.

He wasn't Din.

"I... Think I should go," You said, standing from the couch and turning back to face him briefly. "Look, you seem nice. But I'm... I'm not interested."

He smirked up at you. "I knew it. You totally have a thing for each other."

Dom appeared in the doorway again, a huge grin on his face. "Who's ready to eat?"

-

After what felt like hours, you were finally able to step away from dinner to your quarters- Starsei showed you the way- closing the door behind you. You removed your gear, tossing it to the floor and sighing in relief at the loss of the heaviness. Removing the massager from your pocket, you walked to the bathroom and gave it a good wash, not trusting it after being in your pocket all day.

Once you returned to the room, you actually took in what it looked like. Star had told you that you and Din would have to share one room, which hadn't bothered you until you realized there was only one bed that sat in the center of the room, facing the door. It looked big enough for both of you, but still, you knew it would be an awkward conversation to have once he arrived.

The room was dimly lit- much like the rest of the ship- one wall light sitting above the door and casting a reddish glow over the entire room. The bed looked uncomfortable, with a thin, gray blanket sitting atop the mattress and two equally thin pillows where your heads would rest. It wasn't home, by any means, but it was a place to sleep.

With that, you laid down in the bed, shivering from anticipation. It had been a long time since you'd had enough privacy for something like this. Not bothering to remove your pants, you slowly lowered your hand past the waistband and sighed softly as the blue silicone material grazed your skin. With one press of the button, you felt yourself melting into the hard mattress, all of your worries fading away with the soft sound of buzzing.

Your breathing began to pick up in pace and you wriggled slightly as the sensation became more and more intense. It was getting hard to suppress the sounds you were making, so you bit down on your lip to try and stifle whatever noises threatened to come out. A shaky breath managed to worm its way out of you, hitching in your throat as it started to escape.

Thoughts of Din infiltrated your imagination, and you didn't try to suppress them as they came. You thought about the sound of his voice, talking you through the pleasure and egging you on. A wave of energy passed through you and went straight to your core, wetness beginning to pool. You thought about his hands pinning you down as he had his way with you, panting and sweating above you. It was almost too much, and it felt like the room was spinning.

Closing your eyes, you began to focus on finding release, waves of pleasure flooding your body with each passing second. Your breathing picked up in pace, and it was getting harder and harder to stop the tiny moans that escaped your throat. With a flick of your wrist, the massager hit the perfect spot, pulling a sharp gasp out of you. Just as it left your lips, a large, warm hand clamped over your mouth.

Terror filled your body and replaced all sense of satisfaction, forcing you to rip your hand out of its hiding place and your eyes to shoot open. Din hovered over you, one hand covering the lower half of your shocked face while the other pressed into the mattress beside your head. He was missing most of his armor, his helmet the only piece that remained. Adrenaline shot through your veins, and you struggled against his hold.

"Sshh," He shushed you, holding a single finger up to the part of his mask where his lips would be. "Everyone in this quadrant is gonna hear you if you don't keep it down."

Confusion replaced the shock, your eyebrows drawing together as you breathed heavily through your nose. He seemed to see the questions in your eyes, and you could swear you could hear the smirk in his voice when he spoke again.

"I could hear you from down the hall," He explained, "Thought maybe you were... With someone. But it looks like I was wrong."

You shot him a glare, thinking back to the evening you spent with Nox and how it must have implicated something different to Din.

"I don't have to help you, if you don't want me to," He reasoned, the hand covering your mouth beginning to lessen the pressure it was applying. "I just don't want you to get caught by the others. Just say the word, I'll walk away and we'll never speak of this again."

You wished you could see his face to make a better decision about what his intentions were, but with the helmet in the way, it made it impossible. You thought back to the feelings you were having just minutes ago, and felt excitement bubble up in your gut. Despite the surprise, you wanted this. Your expression softened under his gaze, and you felt your body relax under his touch.

"The way you're looking at me... Should I take that as a yes?" He asked, tilting his head to one side. "You want me here? You don't want me to go find your little friend, do you?"

You shook your head slowly and a soft, amused laugh filtered through his helmet, sending a shiver down your spine.

"You wanna give that thing to me?" He asked, gesturing with his head toward the massager. You lifted your hand and placed it in his, your body beginning to shake at the idea of what was about to happen. "That's my girl."

His words sent a shockwave down to your middle, causing a soft whine to escape from behind his hand. His girl. Remembering to keep you quiet, he pressed down on your mouth again, shaking his head.

"As much as I want to hear every little sound you're going to make," Din said, his voice sounding strained. "Can't have anyone else listening in, got that? You're mine tonight."

You nodded.

"Glad to see you can follow orders somewhere, at least," He joked, the laughter in his voice making you shiver.

With one hand he managed to remove your pants, lowering them to just below your knees, the cool air hitting you and making you shake. He took note of this and pressed the massage straight against your clit, keeping it there, but not turning it on. Frustration began to build as he teased you, running the material over the spot slowly and gently. Your brows drew together at this and you gave him another deadly look.

"Give me a break, I've been waiting for this for a long time," He said, sounding breathless as he looked you up and down. "You have more scars than I thought you would. Still, you're as perfect as I imagined."

With wide eyes you wiggled free from the hand that covered your mouth. "Are you saying you've thought about me like this?" You asked, your voice strained.

"Quiet," He commanded, shoving you back down into the mattress with his free hand. "I already told you, the others might be listening."

"Seriously?" You questioned, exasperated. "Did you think I wasn't gonna react to that?'

"I knew you would," He replied, gripping your jaw with his fingers. "I just wanted to distract you so I could do this."

You opened your mouth to respond, but were quickly silenced by his hand once more as he pressed the button on the massager, effectively turning it on. A hearty groan filled your throat as your head fell back, Din's hand keeping you in place. Your knees shook as he worked you over, circling the massager before pressing it against your clit again. Whines and moans were easily muffled by his hand.

Without thinking twice, you reached out and gripped his bicep, your fingertips digging into the soft flesh that hid beneath his shirt. He grunted at your touch, lowering his face closer to yours as you squirmed beneath him. "Eyes on me, yeah? Keep your eyes on me, Y/N."

With that, you reached up to touch the side of his helmet- a silent plea for him to remove it. You begged with your eyes, since you couldn't with your mouth, hoping he would give you what you wanted so you could look him in the eye. He hesitated, his movements slowing as you pressed your hand to his helmet. Sighing, he removed his hand from your mouth, instead placing it to your cheek. "I can't, you know that."

"Please," You blurted, all dignity vanishing from your body as you begged him to show his face. "You know me-"

The massager hit a rather sensitive spot, causing you to cry out and lurch upwards. Just as it began to leave your mouth, his hand was quick to silence you.

"You've gotta be more careful than that," He scolded, pressing it harder up against you. Your back arches off the bed, causing your chest to graze his. Sighing shakily, he kept the massager stationary, sending wave after wave of pleasure washing over you. You'd all but forgotten your desire to lock eyes with him, your climax on the horizon and taking up all priority in your brain.

"That's it," He encouraged, drawing out each word. "You're being so good for me."

Broken whimpers spilled past his hand, and he didn't stop them this time. Instead, he doubled down, maintaining the same position that was driving you closer and closer to the edge. It was within reach now, just a few seconds more and you'd be coming undone beneath him. Din could sense this somehow, his face mere inches from yours.

"I know, I know," He mewled, breathing hard behind his mask. "Be a good girl, now. Give me what I want."

His words were the tipping point, sending you flying over the edge. Your climax crashed through you, your head falling back against the mattress as several stifled moans filled the air. Din hummed as you finished, as if satisfied by his work. He never wavered, his helmet stationary, a sure sign that he watched your face the entire time. His hand abandoned your mouth and you gasped, gulping in air as you came down from your high. The buzzing ceased and your body fell limp, your muscles relaxing.

Din helped you redress yourself, taking his time and tracing his fingers over your exposed skin before it vanished beneath your clothes. "So that's where you went today," He laughed gently, turning the massager over in his hand. "I knew you weren't talking to locals. You've never been a good liar."

You groaned and rolled onto your side, facing away from him. Embarrassment flooded your body, the realization of what had just happened setting in. Despite the fact that he entered the room, saw you as you pleasured yourself, and still felt the desire to help you get off, you couldn't help feeling vulnerable.

"Y/N."

His voice sounded... Different. It wasn't metallic, it didn't sound muffled or altered in any way. It was organic, and soft, and hung in the air like gentle music to your ears. The realization hit you like a brick.

His helmet was off.

As you tried to turn back around, he was quick to stop you, moving you back onto your side as he laid beside you in the bed. His breath hit your neck, whispering past your ear like a soft breeze. The sensation made you flinch, drawing in a sharp breath as his arm wrapped around your middle from behind. He pulled you close, the center of your shoulders pressing into his warm chest.

"I hope you know I did that by choice," He mumbled, his lips grazing your skin. "I didn't embarrass you, did I?"

"No, no, it's not that," You said quickly, "I just... didn't think you'd ever want to do something like that. I thought it was against your creed. It took me off guard, I guess."

"It is," Din sighed, "But if I'm breaking the rules for anyone, it should be you."

"Are you still mad at me?" You asked, a hint of playfulness in your voice.

The quiet laugh that left his lips was enough to make anyone crumble at his feet. "I was never mad at you. I could tell you were getting... Frustrated, to put it mildly. I didn't blame you for being attracted to someone else. It was him I was mad at."

"You barely knew him," You replied.

"I know," Din agreed, leaning in close enough to kiss your jaw. "But he was looking at my girl."

[short-honey-badger]

Haven't even seen the live action yet but Shanks has a hold of me. Enjoy some braintot! Also! I forgot to add that this was definitely inspired by @meeplaws post I found the other day! Saw it again and wanted to give them that credit!

Ps. I have more in store soon! Hope you like a good Ole fashioned Daddy kink!

Warnings!: Breeding Kink. Gaslighting. Shanks isn't very nice in this. Dark!Shanks. Possessive behavior still fluffy and plenty of smut.

Previously Wait No More

Masterlist

No One But You

Shanks rolled his eyes when you continued to ignore his welcoming call from his place at the bar. He'd found you once again on a small chain of islands outside of the Sabaody Archipelago after you had run away from his proposal to come with him and join his crew again on the last island he had made port at. But Shanks had found you, just like he always did.  

The Yonko smiles when he recalls how the two of you met. Shanks had saved you from some sleazy old man trying to buy you a drink on some island he had forgotten the name of some six years after losing his arm to save Luffy. Shanks couldn't put into words why you had caught his attention and held it. Maybe it was the way you dismissed him whenever he found you again. No one said no to Red Haired Shanks after all. No one but you.

You pretend that you haven't heard the redhead call your name and continue on your way back to the hotel that you'd rented for the night. However, you don't get very far before a familiar oppressive presence appears by your side. He wrapped his arm around your waist and swung into your field of view to give you a drunken grin, "Told you that I would find you, Sugar," he purred in greeting.

You sigh and attempt to shrug him off, but the Yonko just tugs you closer, "Don't know what you're talking about, Shanks," you quip. You are aware of how attractive this man is, but you also know that nothing between the two of you could ever end well. There was already a target on your back since he could never leave you alone.

Shanks scoffs and moves your hair away from your neck with his nose so that he can leave a trail of kisses along the sensitive flesh, "Don't play dumb, Mama," he murmurs and sucked an easy hickey on the side of your neck while his hand dropped down to squeeze your ass, "I know you're a lot smarter than that."

You wince at the harsh treatment and try to pull away again, but the pirate captain just tightens his grip on your hip and turns you so that you can see his face and the mean grin full of teeth and dark promises he saves just for you, "Not this time, Sugar. I'm not letting you go this time."

Panic floods your system, and this time you start to struggle against the Yonko, but it all is just a useless endeavor to fight someone as strong as Shanks. You are captured with nowhere else to run, and you can already see the freedom you have slipping away like grains of sand through your fingers. 

The Yonko scoffs again and then turns the two of you around to lead the way back to the Red Force and then inside the captain's cabin. He didn't want to be disturbed by anyone, nor could he have you trying to run away again.

Inside the cabin, Shanks takes your right hand and presses kisses to each of your knuckles and then does the same to your other hand. You are taken aback but his sweet behavior and wonder if you could have been wrong about the redhead, "I've wanted you for a long time, but you know that already, huh," Shanks says your name like a sin and a shiver runs up your spine at the breathy sound. 

The Yonko pushes you into his bed and admires the way you look all spayed out on his sheets. He climbs over you, lean frame settling on your hips and Shanks grins down at you, "Gosh, You're so beautiful, Doll," he murmurs and reaches forward to brush your hair away from your flushed face, "And now I don't have to wait anymore."

You cover your face with the crook of your elbow to hide your embarrassment. You don't want to watch anything of what happens next. Shanks laughs at you but shrugs. He was confident that you would like everything that he wanted to do to you. 

He shimmies down until he sits on the bed between your legs and then hooks his fingers under the hem of your shirt. It's tossed to the floor and Shanks admires your exposed tits, "No bra? You dirty girl, " Shanks teases and then pinches your erect nipple. Your leggings and underwear are next, the pirate ripping the fabric in his haste to get them off you. You lay bare under one of the most dangerous men in the Grand Line and shiver at the power that rolls off him in waves.   

You bite your lip to suppress any noise you might make. You refused to give Shanks any kind of satisfaction... which would prove to be your undoing.

With ease, Shanks flips the two of you and manhandles your legs so that they sit on either side of his face and then leans in to press kisses and bites to the inside of your thighs, "Ah, this is a much better view," he purrs and you stare down at him with wide eyes. He grins at your shocked expression and then proceeds to flatten his tongue and lick a stripe over your entire cunt. 

"Sh-Shanks!" You shout a bow forward, hands landing on the fluffy pillows that support his head.

"Yeah, Sugar?" Shanks asks innocently and cocks his head like he was confused why you had interrupted him, "Something the matter?" 

Before you can even think to answer, the stupid man dives right back in, tongue wiggling to stroke over each fold and crease with a hum of satisfaction. He ignores your clit for now, wanting you to wait for the best part just like you made him do for six years. You get wet fast, and Shanks realizes that he could spend eternity between your legs, pussy drunk for the rest of his life. 

"Gosh," Shanks breaths when he finally comes up for air, "You taste better than I could ever imagine, Mama," then he is right back down, groaning almost louder than you are as he focuses on how much you leak for him. 

Shanks eats you out like a man on a mission, sighs, and moans leaving him as he laps at your core, sucking and pulling at your lower lips to the point his entire lower face is drenched in your slick. You are overwhelmed by his attention, mouth open in a silent moan as you clutch at the pillows and his red hair for dear life. His hand tucks under his ass and lifts you with ease. Shanks fucks in and out of your hole with his tongue, lowering you and helping you spear yourself on his tongue. 

The Yonko doesn't stop until he can feel your thighs shaking around his face, and he slowly lowers you until you rest on his chest. His lips come away from your pussy with an obscene slurp then he is wrapping them around your clit. His tongue curls around the swollen nub and suckles gently and your hand clinches so hard in his hair he knows that you came away with some of his red hair.

Shanks suddenly pulls away with a lewd pop, resting his face on your thigh and staring up at you with a blissed-out expression. His dark eyes shine with his feelings for you, and you can't sort through the mass of emotions that swirl in his depths. You wouldn't call what the captain feels for your love, but you could see affection there, but the man just seemed satisfied, as if was truly happy to have finally gotten his way after so long. He grins and kisses your thigh, "You should see yourself, Babygirl," Shanks coos and then makes a show of licking his lips clean. 

"F-fuck you, Shanks," You hiss through your teeth and do your best to avoid his taunting gaze and satisfied gaze. 

Shanks laughs, "That's the plan, Doll," he says and then delves right back in to eat you out to his heart's content. He loves the taste of you on his tongue and the way your thighs keep clinching around his face. He doesn't stop until you are quivering above him, legs quaking and arms shaking from holding yourself up for so long. Your pussy aches from his nonstop attention, but Shanks still hasn't let you come. 

"Sh-Shanks, please," You whine softly, breaking the silence of the room. You bring yourself to look down at him and damn him if he doesn't have that innocent look plastered all over his face again. How can he look like that after spending god knows how long between your legs? 

"Yeah?" The pirate draws it out, tone all childlike as he grins up at you with delight shining in his dark eyes, "Please, what?"

You sigh through your know harshly and glare down at him. Any embarrassment you had previously disappears in your rising frustration, "Make me come!" You nearly shout at him. Your face burns and your chest heaves as you stare down at Shanks. 

"Can do, Mama," Shanks purrs and then he was flipping you again. Your hips are propped up by a mountain of pillows and Shanks settles back between your thighs. He balances on his knees and leans forward to suck your clit into his mouth, hand inching forward and two fingers stroke your soaked hole. A groan leaves his throat when he presses in, and Shanks marvels at how tight you are. 

He begins a steady rhythm and a mean laugh erupts from his chest when the Yonko glances at your face to see that you are watching the way his fingers disappear in and out of your cunt. His hand glistens with your cream and the room echos with lewd sounds that come straight from your pussy. The more Shanks watches, the more he begins to wonder. 

Shanks suddenly leans up and into your face, "How many other people have seen this pretty pussy?" He asks and you can hear the displeasure in his voice. You try and cover your face but you can't with how close Shanks is to you. You recognize the intimidation tactic, but it still works and you quickly stop. His hand has slowed to a stop and you look up to see him frowning down at you, "Be honest, or I'll stop."

You doubt he would ever stop now that he has you, but you know better than to not answer him, "Two others," you say so softly that Shanks almost misses what you say. Rage thrums in his chest at your admission. How could you? You knew how much Shanks wanted you, see how he chased after you whenever you ran away from him. He's protected you from some sleazeball more than once before they could even become a problem, and this is how you repay him? 

The Yonko breaths deep and then starts up the pace he'd had just a second ago, "What are their names? When did it happen?" He asks and keeps his voice casual even though he knows that his haki has slipped, making the cabin feel oppressive. 

"I ah-haa don't remember," You lie, and the second those words leave your lips, you realize your mistake. You should have never even thought of trying to lie to this man. 

Shanks rips his hand from your cunt and your jaw is being snatched, held tight between calloused fingers as he forces you to stare up at him, "Think real careful about lying to me again, Babygirl," He rumbles and his tone is dark and furious. You can feel the jealousy dripping off Shanks at just the thought of you sleeping with other men. Despite your feelings for the redhead, you can't help but feel a little flattered. Your face is squeezed and you are reminded that Shanks still wants an answer. 

"Edward was the first, two years after we met," You breathe when he relaxes his hand on your jaw. His fingers find your core again and he sits back far enough so that he can watch the way your pussy sucks his fingers right back in like they belonged there. He rewards your honesty with a particularly hard thrust of his hand and grins cruelly when you gasp sharply. He wants so badly to just sink his cock into your tight heat, but he needs to see this through. Needs to make sure you know who you belong to. 

Shanks nods once so you swallow thickly and continue, "Navine was eight months ago," your tone is thick and guilty and you wonder when Shanks had started to make you feel bad for him. Maybe it was the way he looked at you. Even now, as you spill your sex life to him, Shanks looks at you as if you had hung the moon and stars in the sky. But behind that, you can see hurt there, betrayal even, and it makes your chest tighten in unpleasant emotions.

"All those years," Shanks speaks and he is monotone at first, but anger and hurt begin to leak out and you tremble in the face of it, "You could have been sailing with Me, but instead you wanted to be out there, spreading your legs like some common whore."

Shock courses up your spine and tears spring to your eyes immediately. Never had the Yonko spoken a harsh word to you in all your time knowing him, but it still surprised you with how much it hurt. You are crying like a baby before you know it and you bite your lip and clinch your eyes as that would be enough to stop the hurt from consuming you. 

"I was good, ya know?" Shanks continues and his pace becomes rough. He couldn't let you just forget about this. He wanted you to feel the way he felt, "I didn't touch another woman the entire time, but you? Shanks lets out a dismissive laugh, "You couldn't keep your legs shut."

A sob breaks through whatever defense you had left and you reach for him, hands clutching at his back and shoulders as you whine and cry. He was right. How could you have not seen the way the Yonko cared for you? 

"I-I'm sorry, Shanks," You whine low and it sounds pitiful and like music to the Yonko's ears. He leans into your touch and soaks in the way you clutch at him. You feel awful for throwing his obviously real feelings in his face time after time. For sleeping with other men instead of Shanks, the one who had chased you all the way from the East Blue, "I'm yours, Shanks. I won't run again."

And just like that, the man you have always known is suddenly there. He lights up in childlike delight, smile beaming and he leans down to press the sweetest kiss you've ever reviewed to your lips. His fingers curl and brush against that sweet spot hidden deep within you, and you groan, mouth opening just enough for the Yonko to shove his tongue into your mouth. You kiss him back, sucking gently on his tongue as you grind down on his hand. 

Shanks breaks the kiss, though he doesn't go very far, "Oh, Sugar," he coos and kisses your tear-streaked face, "Say that again for me, won't you?" 

You nod easily, "Yours, Shanks. No one else's," You murmur and you don't see his victorious grin that lights up his face., "I'll join your crew." 

Fuck! That he had not expected, but like hell would he complain. He slips his hand out from between your legs then grabs your face and crashes his lips into yours with a low whine of his own. He shoves his tongue deep, sliding over your teeth and flexing against your own so much that saliva wells up and spills over, turning the kiss into a wet mess. 

He releases your jaw to grab his pants and shove them down far enough that his cock springs out. He shuffles forward and nudges the head against your soaked lips. Shanks takes his time, sliding his dick through your lips and making sure his length is coated in your slick. Once he deems himself slicked up enough, Shanks lines up and sinks himself balls deep in one harsh thrust. 

You yell his name, mouth dropping open as Shanks takes everything and more that you are willing to give him. He is loud, grunts and moans spilling out of his throat as he loses himself. You are perfect, so tight and warm around his cock that he never wanted to leave. Shanks ruts deeply, grabbing your leg to lift it over his hip so that he can sink impossibly deeper. Your cunt flutters around him and he slides his hand up over your leg and hip to your stomach where he begins to gently press down. The extra pressure has you throwing your head back in a sigh and Shanks grins meanly down at you. 

"Feel that, Mama?" He pants out and presses down harder so that he can really feel the way he moves inside you, "Better get used to it, 'cause I'll never have enough of this sweet pussy." 

His pace suddenly becomes brutal and you are reminded that Shanks had not had sex with another woman the entire time he'd chased you. You clinch around him at the thought and then pull him down so that you can press kisses to wherever you can reach. You had a lot to make up for, and you wanted to let him know that you were up to that challenge.

Shanks shifts again to get a better hold of your hip and he fucks into you with reckless abandon and you are so so close, you just need a little bit more, and then you would be there.

The Yonko must be able to sense your thoughts, for his hand finds your clit and his thumb begins a fast pace. You don't last long, especially with the way Shanks leans down and whispers, "That's it babygirl," he angles his hips and strikes that spot again and you see stars, "Come all over my cock." 

And come you do, with a cry of his name, you clench around his cock and gush around him, staining your thighs and the sheets below. Shanks ruts into you, chasing his own release with your warm body that still clings to him. He wraps his arm around your waist, holding you tightly as he finally comes with a whine of your name. 

Shanks pumps you full, the man so pent up from waiting that he has an obscene amount of his come leak out of your fucked out hole. You sigh at the feeling of it sliding down your thighs, but Shanks is shaking his head, "Uh-uh, Mama," He coos and your eyes widen when he pulls his cock out. He scoops up his spend and then proceeds to shove it back into your fluttering hole, "We can't be wasteful." 

He doesn't stop until he's stuffed as much of his cum back into your cunt as possible and then his fingers stay there, massaging your gummy walls until another orgasm rises up and shudders through your body, "Look at that, so proud of you, Sugar," He coos down at you and you don't know how to feel about the way his praise makes you feel giddy inside. 

A yawn breaks you out of thinking about your complicated feelings, and Shanks begins to move you off the mountain of pillows and into a more comfortable position. He shucks his clothes off and doesn't worry about cleaning up. He wraps his arm over your waist and snuggles up to your back, a grin on his face at getting to be the big spoon. He kisses the back of your neck, "Get some rest, Babygirl," he whispers and your tired body is already half asleep so you don't feel the way his cock hardens against your back, "We are far from done."

[lemon-boy-stan]

BIRTHDAYS - DILUC RAGNVINDR

Summary: Diluc's always hated birthdays, but ever since he's been with you, they've gotten better. Genre: angst, fluff, light smut, family themes. Warnings: alcohol consumption, mention of family member death, slight alcoholism, sad themes at the start (it gets better I swear), sex, pretty vanilla but still MDNI, unprotected sex, foreplay, breeding, pregnancy before marriage. A/N: I should have saved this for his birthday LMFAO but I WANT YOU ALL TO SUFFER. PS. I have several requests in my inbox and I will get to them, I promise, just have been facing a writer's block so I wrote this to get out of it!! Hope you enjoy this for now.

Diluc hated birthdays; ever since his eighteenth when his father died, but he knew you loved them. Diluc never drank, but on his birthday, he always found himself pouring glass after glass of wine, drinking the bitter liquid, staring ahead at the crackling fire.

The first birthday he spent with you, he forgot you lived with him.

He expected the house to be empty again, it's ghosts roaming the halls, maybe the faraway sounds of the maids cleaning before they go home. Diluc only ever drank grape juice, and watched with disdain whenever he saw someone drinking an alcoholic beverage.

It was late at night when you came back to the Winery, the maids greeting you at the door. "Luc!" Your loud, happy voice sang, a wave of confusion flowing over him.

"Happy Twenty-Fourth Birthday, Master Diluc!" You chirped, finding him at the long dining table, running up to him and flinging your arms around him, before smelling the wine on the table, on his lips. "Master Diluc?" You murmured softly.

He let out an angry, slurred sound. Your eyes began to brighten, and you bit your cheek to stop yourself from crying. "Master Diluc," you said softly, "what's wrong? Why are you drinking? You hate alcohol."

He grumbled wordlessly, "couldn't save him." His eyes bright and firey red, he looked close to tears. He reached for the bottle, pouring the glass for probably the nth time that night. As soon as he filled the glass, you snatched the bottle.

He was glaring at you now, and not his reflection in the window above the fireplace. Good. "Give it back," he hissed, the words slurred. "I'm not arguing, YN, give it back now." His bright, red eyes could've scared away an Abyss Mage, but not you.

You shrugged, finishing the bottle in one drink. The alcohol hit you like a freight train. You didn't drink alot, only on special occasions or when you were invited to drink with your friends, but even still, you were a lightweight.

You lost your balance and fell, crashing to the ground, body hitting the newly-cleaned floorboards of the mansion.

Diluc roared, the sound rattling the walls of the Winery as he jumped out of his chair, the legs squealing on the floor. He didn't care about the scratches.

"ADELINE!" His voice shook through the house and the maid came running to him, no longer dressed in her work clothes, "yes, Master Diluc?" He finally let the tears fall from his eyes. "Get a doctor," he breathed shakily, "now. Please."

Diluc did not drink on his twenty-fifth birthday, instead, he sat with you outside on the roof, watching the stars fly by. He brought you up through the window in the attic; "Kaeya and I used to come up here as kids." It was a very big window.

He turned to you, "do you want children?" Taking your hand, which was cold even though you were wearing his big, red coat. You smiled at him, "I want everything with you, Master Diluc." He smiled back, leaning in to kiss you.

"I didn't know you wanted children," you whispered softly into his lips, his coat making the tiles of the roof more comfortable. "I want them to look like you," he murmured, sliding his hand between your legs, "I want them to have your pretty voice." He kissed your lips, moaning and moving down to your neck.

"Oh, but Master Diluc, won't people be able to hear us?" But you arched your back nonetheless. He smirked, "it's my birthday, love." Brushing his finger against your panties softly. You moaned quietly, "mpph, oh, okay... If you insist... Nggh,"

"I'm going to give you my children," he purred softly, "and then I'm going to marry you." You moaned even louder at this, "oh, Master Diluc." And he chuckled softly, "you like that?" You nodded, "yes, Master Diluc, please." But all he did was smile, "'please' what, hmm? Be specific." Digging his finger into the fabric of your panties.

You moaned again, louder this time. "Please fuck me," you whined. He smirked, "I said be specific, dear." You clenched the coat with your hands, "please breed me, Master Diluc. I want to have your children, please." He smiled again, "good girl."

On Diluc's twenty-sixth birthday, you finally decided to tell him. It was a Friday, and you stayed at home with him the whole day rather than going out to do errands (the maids often did the errands, but you enjoyed going shopping. It was calming.), eating a delicious meal prepared by Adeline, no wine.

He was enjoying his birthday more this year. He was happy, but he was always talking about how he liked throwing parties in the Winery because it was always empty. Two people was a small amount for such a big house.

The other day you caught him at the store, looking at baby shoes. You'd thought you'd blown it already. "Aren't they so cute?" He bounded up to you. "Let's have a baby. Please." Archons, how were you supposed to hide it now??? You smiled and shook your head, "one day, Diluc."

Diluc turned to you, looking up from his meal. "Are you alright, dear?" You smiled at him, nodding. "I have... Another surprise," you said slowly, watching him. He smiled, "you've already outdone yourself with the presents, my love."

"It's... Kind of a present," you looked down at the table, smiling. You took the test from your pocket, sliding it over to him.

He spent a good five seconds staring at it before snapping his head up. Diluc never cried, but tonight there were tears falling from his red eyes. "You're pregnant?" He whispered, as if it was too good to be true. You smiled, "yes," he blinked, pulling you close to him, "Archons! You're pregnant! I'm gonna be a dad! We have to get married! I just can't believe it! How?... When?..." You giggled softly, so, so relieved that he was happy, burying your head into his neck.

"Three weeks ago," you said, "I was feeling a bit sick so I went to the doctor... They told me to take a test." Diluc cocked his head. Ever since his birthday last year you'd been trying, but no such luck. "But how..." He was in awe. You blushed, "remember that night where you got jealous of that random bard flirting with me while you were working?"

Diluc scowled, "oh. Him. But still..." You giggled, hitting him softly on the shoulder, "remember what you did to me after?" And now Diluc was blushing. "But how on earth did you hide it from me?" You grinned, "I have my ways, Master Diluc. You're not the only one who's got secrets!" Diluc kissed you firmly, "Oh, this is fabulous. Archons! I can't believe it... I really can't! ADELINE!"

The maid came running in, clearly still traumatised from last year. "Master Diluc! Is Miss YN quite alright? What's wrong?" Diluc shook his head, "no, nothing of the sort. Please send out a message to everyone! Tell them to come over immediately, we're celebrating!"

Adeline smiled, "a birthday celebration? I'm sure Miss Jean and Mr. Kaeya would love to -" but Diluc beamed, cutting her off. "No, no! Something much better! My beautiful girlfriend is pregnant! We're going to have children!" He looked so unbelievably happy.

Adeline's face lit up, "well, of course! A party surely must be in order... I'll deliver the message right away and call the other maids to help set up! Oh, congratulations, Master Diluc! This is wonderful news!"

You sighed happily, resting your head against his shoulder as Adeline ran off to send the message. Diluc gripped your hand, "I can't believe it. You have no idea how happy this makes me... We're going to have children! My... This is the best birthday ever."

GENSHIN IMPACT MASTERLIST

NAVIGATION

[think-like-a-poet]

emei with that girl where r is trying to be like an ex-girlfriend or maybe trying to make the fans criticize her less with charles, carlos or maybe oscar

A/N: I made this partly a SMAU, hope that's okay.

Song x driver masterlist

~That girl, with the perfect hair

And that girl, doesn't really care

And somehow everything goes right for

That girl, that girl, wanna be that girl~

You sign as you read the tweets Why couldn't they like you? Why couldn't you be more like her?

" What is it?" Kika asked as she sees your sad face. You just came back from a double date with her and Pierre and it was such a nice evening.

You try to put your phone away, " nothing."

She looks at you before grabbing the phone from your hand and reading the tweets. The smile on her face drops and you try to not meet her gace. " Honey, don't pay attention to those. People don't know what they are talling about. You are great and Charles likes you for how you are." She says, giving you a hug.

" I don't know. I try to hust ignore it, but evertime I open social Media or post, they say that she is so much better. I can't help but agree."

" Understandble, but you don't have to make them like you. If the are fans of Charles, they would love you too." She says, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. " You wantrd to post it. Post it. Don't pay attention to the comments."

You smile at Kika as she hands you your phone.

Tagged: Charlesleclerc, kikagomez and PierreGasly

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yourusername: Dubble date night. Ps: never play bowling with Pierre, he sucks.

Username 1: that looks so fun

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Yourusername: love you

Charlesleclerc: What is going on in the 4 photo

Kikagomez: I proposed

Yourusername: I said yes

Pierregasly:😑🥲🤨

Username5: HAHAHAHAH

Username3: Of course she post this. We aint liking it girl

Kikagomez: my beautifull wife

Charlesleclerc: I object

Kikagomez: 😪😢

Username8: why are you even here?

Pierregasly: what did I do for this slander?!?

Username9: those pizza's look so nice. Can I ask how you made them?

Yourusername: i sent you a dm

Username2: gold digger

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The next morning you wake up in a empty bed. Charles is out for a run and you were playing on doing some shopping.

You get out of bed and grab your phone. As you open instagram you are faced with a new post of her.

Liked by: iamrebeccad and 50 827 others

Ex!username: early morning Fitness

User81: you are so beautiful

Ussr92: I could never

User91: why did Charles break up with you

Iamrebeccad: Love it

EX!username: We should do it together sometime.

Iamrebeccad: thats a good idea

User12: can I have thw recipe for that salad

User61: really that girl

You sigh. She is so prefect. Her perfect body her perfect hair. You never saw it tangled or messy. How does she have the perfect life?

You flip through your galary, trying to find some of the same photos. Maybe they like you if you act like her.

Liked by: kikagomez, Pascale leclerc and 2.792 others

Your username: going on a morning stroll

User91: This looks familiar

User991: girl, you aint slick

Username1: Love those fruit water drinks

User97: copy cat

Username71: you accept you never be her

Kikagomez: what a beautiful girl

Yourusername: Have you looked in the nirror🩷🩷

Pascale leclerc: can you give me the recipe for the salad. It looks really delicious.

Yourusername: Of course. I text it to you

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You step outside the apartment, ready for a nice little shopping. You wants to get coffee first, so you stepped into your car and drove of.

The music came through the radio, singing the words to it.

It didn't take long to reach the shop and you parked the car and walked inside.

" good morning, how can I help you?"

" Can I get a cappuccino and a breakfast buritto," you order and the cahier types it into the computer.

She smiles" that wil be 5.50"

You put your card against the device, but it lets out a noise. You cashier looks at you, " i am sorry but it declined. Do you have different card."

You look confused at your card as you tey again, " let me call my boyfriend real quick." You say as you grab your phone, but to your suprise it is empty. You let out a sigh, " just, cancel my order. Sorry, for the inconvience." You walk away emberrased, bot wanting to be here any longer.

You ran to your car, tripping over a lose stone. As you see the car, the mirror is demaged and tears statted to form in your eyes. It couldn't get any worse. You start the engine and drive of.

.

As you come back home, you ran to the bathroom and slide against the wall, more tears coming down your face.

You didn't hear the door opening, signaling Charles is back from his run. He called your name but didn't get an answer. He walked upstairs to look for you, begore hearing your cries.

"Hey, what happened? Are you okay?" Charles asked worried as he knelt down next to you, taking you in his arms. Your cheeks were stained with mascara and your eyes were puffy.

You cried on his shoulder, not wanting Charles to see you, as his hand went carefully through your hair, trying to calm you down.

"Why do you like me?" you snick out. Charles looks confused at your question. He grabs your face and looks at you, "what do you mean. Why do I like you?"

He traces his fingers under your eyes to wipe the tears away, "Why do you like me. All those other girls are so pretty and productive, and I am just me." You explain with your hands.

Charles heart aches at your thoughts of not being good enough, he hates that people intertwine with his personal life. He had seen the tweets and comments about you not being to same as his ex's but he didn't know that you believed those.

"You are not 'just' you, you are you and that is perfect. I couldn't ask for anything more, mon Cherie. You are perfect as you are and don´ t need to change a thing. Those people need to learn and shut their mouths if they don't like it." Charles started to explain. He wanted to show you how much he loves you, but right now wasn't the time for that. He took you back in his arms, placing a kiss on your head

"Please, believe me. I wouldn't want you to change, there is a reason that I fell in love with you, because of who you are. Not who I want you to be."

You started at him when those words came out, not knowing what to respond. "You mean that?"

"Of course i do. With whole my heart."

"Lets get you a warm bath," He stood up and held his arms out for you to grab. He walked to the bath and let the water run. You really needed this.

[coryoskywalker]

Save Me (Part two) Young! Coriolanus Snow x Reader

Description: Coriolanus and Reader finally admit their feelings. But at what cost?

Ps I also wrote this half asleep again so it’s not perfect like at all.

Coriolanus Snow kept his distance from yourself for the next few weeks. He didn't want to make them uncomfortable after spilling everything to you, but he couldn't deny the feeling in his heart. He wanted to spend more time with you. He couldn't explain what was happening to him, what this feeling in his heart was, and it was frustrating for him. So he kept his distance from you, hoping that perhaps, they would say something or come to him.

You had always been the perfect kid in your parents' eyes. You never gave them a reason to be upset and in turn, they wanted the best. That's why when they saw you couldn't find a suitor for yourself they stepped in and started arranging marriages like the good Capitol citizens they were. You felt so tired - all you wanted was a way out of her parents' clutches. But for now, you had to sit back and watch the suitors come into their home and beg for your hand in marriage.

You had to watch from the corner of the room as potential suitors came one by one to meet with you and your parents. You hated every bit of it. It was as if you had no choice. It didn't feel like people were asking for your hand because they wanted you, it felt like they wished to be tied to a family that was seen as prestigious. For weeks, this went on, each time leaving yourself feeling numb and dead. You wanted to run away, to tell your parents no but didn't know how.

Coriolanus was all you thought about. The past weeks had felt like forever. There wasn't a single day that you didn't think of Coriolanus, wondering what he did and where he could be. You felt like there was a small chance he liked you back, although you weren’t too sure. You had to be careful though since your mother and father often asked what you were thinking about. At first, the answer would be about nothing, but it quickly became, 'Coriolanus Snow'.

At first, you couldn't believe you were thinking a lot about Coriolanus Snow. He was never someone you had thought about, let alone be fascinated with. But you found herself always thinking of how you wanted to speak with him again. To tell him how you felt about him. You had never felt this way before and wasn't sure what it meant. But one thing was for sure -you wanted to see Coriolanus Snow again.

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As you stood outside Coriolanus' door. You were feeling so awkward right now and a small part of you was regretting ever coming here. But you couldn't turn back now. You knocked on the door and waited for any response. Your heart was racing right now, you could feel your heart pounding in your ears. You didn't know what to do, what to say. Only a blank canvas was painted on your mind.

As you knocked on the door, the sound of footsteps were getting closer as Coriolanus opened the door. He looked at you and his face was blank for a moment. He hadn't expected to see yourself here, but then again, it would have been worse had you sent him a letter. Coriolanus stepped aside and opened the door fully. "Come in." He said. When you stepped into his apartment, closing the door behind you inhaled a deep breath as Coriolanus stepped back to observe you.

Coriolanus looked at you, seeing that you were nervous now. But how could you not be? You had just came unannounced to his apartment, something out of your own volition. "It's alright." He said calmly. "Is... there something you need?" He asked, noticing that you probably had a reason for coming here.

You paused for a moment unable to form any words. You sighed before admitting to him the cause of this late night interaction.

“My parents Coryo, they want me to have an arranged marriage assuming I’m not capable to find my respective suitor. They’re interviewing many suitors as we speak at home…I just couldn’t do it, I couldn’t stay in that house any longer”. You told him.

Coriolanus stared at your face, letting his face go blank as soon as you admitted those words. Did he heard right? "An arranged marriage?" He asked softly. Something in him felt... strange at the mention of you having an arranged marriage. He wasn't sure what it was. Did he feel jealous? "Who are they making you marry?" He asked, looking into your eyes.

“I don’t know”. You shamelessly admit.

Coriolanus wanted to curse and shout when he heard your words. You couldn't have an arranged marriage. You were too smart and beautiful to be tied to some suitor just so your family could gain a good reputation. It felt wrong and cruel. Was your father just using you as a bargaining chip? Did he not care for your as a child, but rather see you as a way to gain power? Coriolanus felt a pang of shame as he thought about it. "Do you want to stay with me?" He asked.

“Are you sure?” You said with uncertainty.

Coriolanus looked at you, seeing now how worried you were. You were always a confident person, always knew what to do, always calm. But now you looked broken, tired and scared. He had no idea that you even could look that way. "Of course. You can stay as long as you want." Coriolanus said, his voice almost sounding soft.

Coriolanus watched as you stepped in and shut the door behind. Now, they were alone in this quiet apartment. It was just the two of them. Coriolanus couldn't help but feel a bit weird. You had never been to his apartment before and now... he felt a bit strange now that you’re in his home. He didn't knew what to say, how to act. All he could do was to look at you, who was now sitting on a chair, arms wrapped around your body.

Coriolanus went and grabbed a blanket, covering your cold body as they sat in the living room. The silence felt heavy and he wasn't sure what to say. Suddenly, they turned their head and their gaze met. Your eyes were soft, your face looked drained and dead tired. Coriolanus didn't spoke, he just looked at you. What was he supposed to say? They were alone, the silence was eating him alive as he felt his heart pounding. For a moment, Coriolanus felt like he could kiss you.

Coriolanus Snow looked at you, their gazes meeting yet again. He wanted to tell them how he felt since the day he met you. He wanted to hold you so close that all fear and anxiety would dissappear.

“Is this real?” Coriolanus questioned. Your eyes widen at his question, immediately understanding his question. Yes, yes it felt very much real to you but you didn’t know how to tell him. How to tell Coriolanus how much you liked, no, loved him.

"Please, assure me that what I'm feeling is real. The mere thought of not being by your side torments me. Knowing about your arranged marriage, I can't bear the uncertainty. I'm ready to risk it all for the chance to be with you," Coriolanus pleaded, holding your hand gently against his chest.

"Coryo, I... I'm at a loss for words," you stammered, unable to express your emotions. Sensing his disappointment, Coriolanus released your hand and took a step back. Panicking at the possibility of him misunderstanding, you seized his hand and pulled him close, silencing his doubts with a passionate kiss.

Little did they realize that fate had already woven the threads of their tragic tale, and every stolen glance, touch and kiss was a step closer to their inevitable downfall.

[smilingangel582]

Wind breaker, here I come! I couldn't watch the new episode yet due to some minor issues! Well... I wanna see more fics from others, but I'm too impatient 😤 so I'm writing one again!

Can't think of a better lee than Sakura, so... im gonna put a switch, Nirei and Sugishita! Totally ler Suo and Umemiya!

The other characters aren't gonna be part of the fic because... I never read the manga but ik bits of spoilers from it... soooo imma skip them till the anime introduces them... yeeet imma add some of the teeny tiny bits I was spoiled from the manga!

My spelling sucks ik and I'm a faster writer, so... I tend to make a lot of misspelling stuff as I type fast. (It's not ADHD or anything special... I'm just a hyper person in real life... hehe)

ENJOY!

Warning spoilers from the anime and perhaps manga "my imagination after episode 8"

The big man himself

Sakura Haruka, an outsider, but everyone in this town accepted him as family as quickly as Sakira pummeled five dudes in an instant whiff.

What the hell is this town...?

His thoughts are often reserved and well kept to himself. Even as he walked through the hallways, he noticed familiar faces greeting him as grade captain and respectful gestures. Sure Sakura can take in most and yet...

"Omg! He's the first year grade captain who beat shishitoren second in command!"

"His look is so cool!"

A small blush crept up to his cheeks, he just grunted in response, leaving them mid-praise towards him.

It's almost like an attack mechanism to Sakura, like compliments are his weakness, and the opponent strikes it mercilessly till he's crumbled.

Honestly, Sakura hates that about himself.

"Sakura-san! We need your help!"

Hearing Nirei's voice in front, he looked up, his bangs lifting at the sight of Suo and Nirei...

And Sugishita???

"What the hell do u want?" Sakura grumbled.

Suo's calmly allows to explain themselves, "Now Sakura-kun, us first years have a job to do... its specifically by Hiragi-san"

Straightening himself, Sakura nods seriously, "OK... sure"

Suo stares for a moment before chuckling into his hand, this made Sakura frown, "What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing... I just thought how cute it is that you actually listen to your senpais..."

Sakura got flustered and began to sputter angrily, "Q-Quiet! I don't respect... well, uh, I m-mean... ugh, never mind. What the heck do we need to do anyway?"

Suo noticed in amusement how Sakura faltered in defeat, then he replied, "Oh nothing... Sugishita-kun and Hiragi-san over-watered one of Umemiya-san's precious tomato plants..."

Sakura blinked.

Eh?

"And... whats the issue?"

Sugishita snapped, grabbing Sakura by the shirt, "It's a big problem dumbass!"

Sakura gritted his teeth in fury, "Who you calling dumbass?! Dumbass!"

Sup calmly separated them and began to run over what they should do, "So... the big issue is... they are a special gift from his -I quote 'Kotoha-chan'"

Now that made sense. Sakura pinched the bridge of his nose... no wonder they dragged him to the roof when Umemiya isn't around.

"Now what should we do?" Sakura asked folding his arms.

"We have to distract Umemiya-san, and make him forget about that plant" Nirei said, sweating buckets throughout their whole conversation. Sakura stumbled in surprise. He really forgot Nirei was actually there...

(Ps. I did, actually... teehee ^w^)

"Oh..." Sakura said blankly, putting two and two together. He turned now, "So good luck... its not my problem anyway"

"Waiiit!" Nirei clung yo his jacket, "You are out grade captain! Dont abandon us pls!!"

"Sakura-kun, we told u the story so... basically you are involved" suo shrugged nonchalantly, Sugishita glared daggers as if he's blackmailing Sakura, "You better help..."

"I could care less!"

Before anyone could pass out any words through their conversation. Sakura heard the door on the rooftop open, Umemiya came.

Oh shit.

"Ah! My cute little underclassmen!" Umemiya rushed towards the group with joy and then without warning ruffling everyone's hairs.

He specifically embaraced Sakura, showing he's a favourite.

"Ahhh! Sakuraaa" a childish cry of bliss came from the leader's lips, as he almost squashed the first year.

Sugishita glared and growled like a rottweiler, Suo claimed he's a jealous puppy further angering him.

"Well, well! What brings you lot to my humble paradise!"

Sakura squirmed out of his grip, grumbling, "Trying to protect that stupid plant of -hmph!"

He forgot... he forgot... Sakura luckily closed his own mouth before digging his own grave... and yet... Umemiya looks like he already got a shovel close to him.

"Hmm..." Umemiya smirked, now flicking his forehead, "Sakura.... When you lie, I can tell that your ear turns red"

He got flustered "I-i do not! I'm not lying!"

Sakura noticed Nirei seemed anxious, Suo with a calm and an unapologetic smile and Sugishita totally ignoring him. They all abandoned him... he was bait after all...

"Oh no~ Sakura-kun," Umemiya sang playfully, suddenly stepping forward with incredible speed, "You shouldn't shift your attention to something irrelevant when your opponent is right in front of you"

Sakura gasped when he felt Umemiya grab his waist instantly. Without realising he was pinned to the wall, he slid down when those fingers made a funny sensation over his sides...

Wait... is this... tickling?

Resist! Resist! Resist damn it! Come on, Haruka! U have to!

Sakura felt his own thoughts fighting the urge to laugh as mad fingers scurried up his ribcage instantly. He struggled and kicked in reflex, surprisingly arching is back like a flexible sprig when Umemiya skillfully tickled his lower ribs.

"G-gah!" A squawk left him. While Suo and the rest awkwardly saw what was happening, the eye patch guy had to comment, "Oh wow... Sakura-kun are you ticklish?"

Umemiya grinned at that, "Oh, he is... how cute, little bro... but be careful. Your big bro is a biiiig tickle monster!"

Sakura suddenly jolted when Umemiya traced his waist beneath the shirt. The tingling sensation on his bare skin was insane. Its perhaps because Sakura never felt tickling before that he actually felt it like something so strong and unbearable.

How embarassing... he's giggling like a four year old.

"Shihihihihit! Hahahaha, whyhehehe whhhyy hahaha??!" Sakura squirmed, now twisting on his stomach, trying to escape.

Why is this man even tickling him?

"Why?" Umemiya grabbed his sides, pulling him closer to him, "Because you are obviously hiding something from me... aaaand... your are too cute!"

"Dahahahahamn ihihiiiiHIHIHIT! NOHO!" Sakura's laughter kicked an octave when Umemiya traced his armpits - not even tickle - just gentle featherlight tickling he never expected to tickle so much!

But...it feels good... it's the first time someone ever touched him so playfully...

Not cruel jabs that sting like poker sticks or burning hits from harsh punches... just mild subtle ticklish jolts like electric shocks.

"Suo, Nirei, can you grab him for a moment?"

Hearing this, Sakura snapped into reality. Huh? Why? Why are they restraining him?

Suo grabbed his wrists up above his head, the warm concrete floor beneath him, giving his wishes before his doomsday, Nireo sitting on his shins... and Umemiya on the side with a wide grin.

"I would've resorted to other easier methods, but I guess you like being tickeld. Eh Sakura?"

Blush, Sakura yelped, "N-no! Obviously not! Ugh, y-you bastard... and -" Sakura turned to the other three."Are you guys ditching me????"

Suo gives a gentle grin, "Sorry, but you are strong enough to handle this unlike us, plus..." Suo gives a teasing scribble under Sakura's armpit, making the latter jolt in surprise, "Umemiya-san said you like it"

Sakura exploded, "I NEVER SAID THAT -AAAH!"

Umemiya launched his tickles instantly before Sakura could express anything. Sakuta couldn't even focus his priorities as multiple spots are being targeted.

"Saakuraaa~, what's the juicy secret you're keeping from me?"

Gosh... the others guys are supposed to be on his side! Did they all deviate from the plot just to mess with Sakura? Unbelievable!

Sakura panicked with a squeak when Umemiya kept lingering around his stomach. He felt a plunging sensation in his gut as Umemiya poked his naval.

"D-Doho nohohot pohohohoke thahahat!" Sakura shrieked, now bucking himself tryinf to shake them off but they all remained resilient.

"Wow, Sakura-san, you really are sensitive" Nirei unconsciously squeezed his kneecaps making it worst despite his feigned innocence.

Sugishita watched with an unreadable expression his face was so judgemental, and Sakura hoped it didn't mean 'cute' to the taller guy.

Suo leaned towards Umemiya now, not even bothering to lower his voice through Sakura's booming laughter, "His armpits seem pretty sensitive too, boss"

It's bad... though Sakura has never been tickled before, his alert senses are tingling mad. Its bad...!

"Oh...?" Umemiya slowly crawled his fingers up the boney ribs and finally into the light muscular armpits, "Here? Is Sakura sensitive under there?"

Squeal. To say Sakura let out such an embarrassing sound was not a lie. He wanted to crawl it yo a rock and die right now for making such an absurd noise like a squeal.

"EEEEEH! NOOO! IHIHIHI GIVE I GIVE HAHAHA SLOHOHOHOW DOHOHOWN!"

"Ehh? Already? Wow, that didn't take long?" Suo teased, and Umemiya winked back, stopping gradually as he persisted, "Tell me, kid~"

"Ahahahahaha ohoohohohok ohohohok! Ihihihits yohohour duhuhuhuhumb plahahahant thehehe ohohone Kohohohotahaha gahahave yahahaha!"

Sakura confessed... all it took was a tickle to his armpits to spill the milk.

Umemiya stopped instantly. Uh oh... all of that may be fun and games but Nirei realised that they were suppose to keep him distracted not make Sakira confess...

Umemiya sigh, scratching the back of his head, "Well I wanted to make Sakura confess about liking to be tickled... I almost forgot why I started this..." he smiled now ruffling Sakura's messed up hair and his still blushing face flowing more red.

"Well im glad you kept your comradeship safe sweet brother" Umemiya grinned.

Sakura blushed to the tips of his ears, huffing, "Not like I did anythjnf but be a victim..."

It was all OK...

"So... what's this about my plant?"

Or... It wasn't

"Did I hear you say it was Kotoha's plant?" Umemiya's smile darkened, sweet to bitter ...its bad now.

Sakura gulped but suo being the rescuer instantly grabbed everyone and scurried away before the leader of Borfurin could catch up.

Sakura couldn't say he hated his day but he really wondered what happened to the tomato plant Hiragi said he was gonna replace...

No one will know the depths Hajime Umemiya would go to cherish what Kotoha gave him.

Sakura shivered... a bigger tickle monster is lurking inside the leader.

The end was rushed, ik! Ik! It came too cute, too, so the plot was messy! Sorryyyyy my badddd also don't blame me! It's so late, and I'm hyper from caffeine! Byeee

[pablitogavii]

Can you do another one of the prank wars, only this time Gavi pranks you?

Or something like you want to prank Gavi again, and he understands that it's a prank, and he turns it around to prank you instead

Ps I love your writing 🫶🏻

"Yeah, I'm gonna hide it in the box..." you were chatting with Becca (Pedri's girl) on the phone about the new prank you were planning on pulling on Gavi. You really loved being his little prankster, and even more dealing with consequences afterwards ;))

So long story short, for your two year anniversary Pablo gifted you a promise ring that you were meant to wear until a real engagement ring came and you wore it every second since that day..even when you were sleeping.

So you wanted to not wear it for a day and see how he will react or weather he will notice at all which you were sure he will because he liked to daily take your hand and kiss your ring.

After an amazing game, and what a goal, Pablo picked you up and wanted to take you out to a dinner to celebrate. You got really dolled up (just like he loved to see;) and went outside when he called that he was waiting in the car.

"You're beautiful!" some fans said as you walked into the car and you thanked them shyly waiting for Pablo to give his autographs before he had to rush to grab his wallet before you both left.

"They are right..you are very beautiful, mi amor" he said taking your hand ready to kiss your ring but then noticed that it was not there. What you didn't know is that Pedri heard what you and Becca talked and told Pablo about the prank so he just ignored it.

Dinner was amazing and being together felt absolutely perfect.

"That was an amazing goal amorcito" you said purposefully placing your hand on top of his as to show him that the ring is missing but he still ignored it.

"Thank you princesa. It was for you" he winked and you blushed smiling wide while looking at those adorable brown eyes.

"Would you like some desert or we can go home and have our special kind of desert huh?" he smirked leaning over the table and capturing your lips making you smile and nod your head. You couldn't believe he haven't noticed the ring missing!

"Um..amor..I need to tell you something"you said while you were driving back home thinking of the alternative way to make progress with this prank.

"Que pasa amor? You've been acting a little weird tonight, everything good?"he said pretending to be worried but knowing that you were just messing with him.

"I..um..I lost the promise ring you got me" you said slowly while he just stayed silent making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Was he not mad you lost something so important?

"Pablo?" you said but then noticed his jaw clenching and his hands gripping the steering wheel..he was angry..it was working!

"How did you lose it?" Pablo kept his voice cold doing his best to pretend like he was angry at you.

"I don't know..I was cleaning a few days ago..and I took it off and couldn't find it afterwards" you lied keeping the straight face as you both arrived to your building.

Pablo entered an apartment angry tossing his jacket and walking towards the kitchen without another word.

"Why would you not put it somewhere safe!? That was a promise ring you were meant to wear until we get engaged! It mattered!" Pablo sounded disappointed and sad and you felt really bad knowing how much thought he put into the gift.

"Pablo I know it mattered..I'm sorry" you said but he just rolled his eyes saying a quick 'whatever' before leaving to your shared bedroom. That was the end of the prank and you went to tell him the truth.

"Baby?" he was showering and you smiled waiting patiently for him to come out shirtless and in his grey sweatpants to hug him from behind and tell him the truth.

"Are you really that mad I lost it?" you said kissing his back and Pablo smirked knowing this is where his own prank starts.

"Of course I'm mad! It was our anniversary promise!" he said and you started to giggle walking in front of him and looking up at him with a bright smile.

"Good thing I didn't lose it then.." you said and he raised his eyebrows pretending to be surprised.

"what?" he said and you giggled taking his hand and pulling him towards your nightstand where a little box of your favorite jewelry was.

"I wanted to prank you and see if you noticed if I didn't wear it but when you didn't I decided to tell you I lost it..it's right here amor" you said opening the box searching through the necklaces and rings but it was nowhere to be found. Wait, what!?

"So? Where is it then?" Pablo said trying his best not to laugh at your shocked face while playing with the said ring inside his pocket.

"Díos mío! I put it here this morning! And now it's gone! It's really gone! I have to find it! I shouldn't have ever taken it off!" you were panicking pushing past pablo who was trying to tell you the truth but you would stay still for even two seconds running around the apartment like a lunatic.

"Amor.." Pablo tried to take your hand but you pulled away looking under the bed while he shamelessly checked out your ass.

"Don't tempt me nena.." Pablo smirked to himself but you were not in the mood for that right now, not when you were freaking the fuck out!

"Be serious Pablo! I lost my ring and you are horny!? Weren't you mad moments ago!?" you said in disbelief while he chuckled making you angry but when you realized it's still lost you started to feel guilty and sad running past him and locking yourself fin the bathroom where you bursted in tears.

"Amor..amor please open the door" Pablo was knocking now knowing that he took the prank too far hearing your light sobs from the bathroom.

"No! I lost a promise ring you gave me! I'm a horrible girlfriend! You should break up with me!" you said breaking Pablo's heart and he was done with this game.

"Amor, I have your ring..open up" he said and you opened faster than he could blink with your makeup ruined by tears still falling down your cheeks.

"Where..where is it?" you said looking at him and he sighed taking it out of his pocket and showing it to you making your heart skip a beat.

"Why? Why would you do that!?" you said taking it and wearing it immediately before looking back at him angrily completely forgot that you pulled the same prank.

"Because you tried to prank me and I pranked you back" he said and your eyes opened wide as he told you how he found out about your plan.

"Díos mío I thought I was going to die! I'm sorry for ever pranking you amor..this is horrible!" you were crying still and hiding your face into his naked chest while he pulled you kidding the top of your head while nodding his own in agreement.

"Don't you ever say that you are a horrible girlfriend again amor! Even if you ever lost a ring, I would never break up with you because you are my soulmate nena" he said and you looked up as he kissed you and you kissed him back with a bright smile on your face afterwards looking at your ring.

"Don't say that! I'm never taking this off!" you said and you both giggled deciding to finish the night by watching a movie and cuddling.

Hope you liked! I guess payback's a bitch ;))

[bleachbleachbleach]

Saw your reblog on tragic unrequited platonic love and technically, that trope definitely applies to the betrayed trio, especially on Hinamori’s end (depends on whether or not you subscribe to the view that she was crushing on Aizen). The way I saw it in my initial viewing of bleach, it was more of the type of intense admiration for an authority figure that can be misconstrued as a crush cuz you (the devotee) lack the ways to properly articulate it. Like how u feel abt the rlly cool English teacher u sometimes eat lunch with before they get arrested for like fraud or something. After experiencing the Horrors, of course Kira and Hinamori are going to imprint hard on the first semblance of stability and symbol of safety at the time. So that what they went thru meant something. Also, let me take this moment to briefly gush abt the headcanon u presented in the B3 fic cinematic universe abt hinamori’s fixating on squad 5 because it offers her the knowledge beyond her town that she’s lowkey seeking + the values she wants to strive towards (source: from afar). These nerds just wanted to be mentored so badddd!! Thus, the reveal of the fact that they were only a means to an end, specifically chosen on where they fall on the “easy to manipulate” scale hits HARDER. All that devotion?? Loss of work life balance and for WHATTT? Extended medical leave ? 😭 oh bleach my fave workplace sitcom AND workplace drama u will always be famous

PS: thank u for tagging me in that post!! In the process of drafting my response. It was so lovely of you.

You're right! That totally works here. It's interesting because (and I'll just focus on Hinamori here, because otherwise I'd feel compelled to honor the distinctions between her and Aizen vs. Kira and Ichimaru and Hisagi and Tousen, and this would probably end up reading very convolutedly) I think it kind of asks a question about when the platonic pining would have happened.

Is the pining part of suddenly realizing the disjuncture between what Hinamori thought something was and what Aizen did, and mourning something lost (and something that never really was)?

Or was there also pining when things were Good? We see Aizen be reassuring to Hinamori and generous with his time, etc. and we see Hinamori happy to receive from him, and quite devoted both to her VCship as well as to Aizen on a person level (or as he put it, "as a man" lol). We know she's well-respected by her division, and esteemed by her colleagues (okay, Kira and Hitsugaya may have some bias in this arena, but they both describe her as highly skilled).

But was she needed? Was she doing, and did she get the opportunity to do, things that Aizen couldn't do better? Did she have opportunities to express things that Aizen found interesting or outside of his expertise? Even as they are not equals--and there is no expectation that they should be--in the most fruitful mentorships, both parties have things to teach and learn.

Did Hinamori ever look at other Captain/VC relationships and yearn for pieces of what those looked like to her? Nanao would probably say "god i hope not" because Kyouraku's "reliance" on her often takes the shape of her having to do all the busywork and also herd cats, but in spite of this there's an intimacy there, an openness or trust, that Hinamori might yearn for. And that's taking Kyouraku--shadowy and full of many surfaces himself--into account. Hitsugaya and Matsumoto also have something that both Hitsugaya and Matsumoto probably complain about to Hinamori, but there's a degree of mutualism and collaboration to whatever's going on at the 10th that Hinamori might not mind a taste of, too. Renji has been Byakuya's VC for a month but Hinamori has probably already thought to herself "Kuchiki-taichou let him do WHAT" at least twice. Even though Byakuya is Byakuya, judging by how they handled their "meeting Ichigo in the street" mission, it seems like Byakuya lets Renji have his little projects. Like Renji is part of his investment portfolio and Byakuya feels very comfortable considering Renji a volatile but potentially valuable property and in order to get that ROI you need to stick with him through several honorless tech startup busts and commit long-term to the thing. Er, but I digress. My point is, Renji gets projects. "Develop training menu." Creative opportunity! With a result that has Renji all over it.

Does Hinamori get projects? Does it ever feel like she's pushing the envelope of what the 5th can be and how it can function on her own, without it being something Aizen already predicted the outcome of, or was actually his idea that he let her propose and take nominal ownership of anyway? Despite being completely blindsided by the actuality of Aizen, was there already that sense of inevitability/Aizen all over everything that happens at the 5th? (Competing, of course, with Hinamori's self-concept as a creative person; and her love of Aizen as a person, not just as a boss and mentor; and feeling as though she just needs to excel more and be creative better and she'll eventually meet this need she feels--it's not the environment that's the issue. She's happy here. Mostly. She doesn't need to leave, she simply needs to surpass--)

[darkestspring]

Can you do a second part for your request (Aegon (conqueror), Maegor, Aemond, Daemon, Aegon 2 initially treated their wives badly, then fell in love with her. Their wives are now done with them.) Part 2 ? The wife is pregnant. However, he does not want them to approach him or waste time. They overhear him talking with the baby in the womb or with the baby after birth, when the birth is near.

Wife: I love you baby. But I wish that man wasn't your father. Now I'm a prisoner to him. I always prayed in my prayers to get rid of that guy and start a new family. Maybe the gods are too cruel.

What will the men's reaction be?  How long did the co-reader try to be a good match with them? (months ? weeks ?)

What if the men try to give them a second baby to forgive them. The wife secretly drinks moon tea. When men confront her, they just say you don't consider them worthy to be the father of their children.

part one | part two (you're here!) ps. i took a different route with this because i'm soft.

Aegon "The Conqueror" Targaryen

Even if your affections for him had gone cold and your heart froze, you were still his wife. It was still your duty, as his wife and the queen, to provide him a child.

Aegon had hopes when you came to visit him every night and every night he held you, he spilled himself inside you in hopes that you'd look at him with love once more.

it had not taken long for the maesters to confirm your pregnancy when you couldn't keep anything down and you didn't bleed when your bleeding week came.

Aegon was over joyed, just as you were but you knew this would not fix anything. You knew Aegon more as your negligent husband than the loving one that he was now.

You could not forgive his harsh words and easy dismissal of you and your action. you had tried so hard, for two years only for him to dismiss you and shoot you down with harsh words. You couldn't find the affection within you anymore.

Aegon realized that, one night when he overheard you speaking to your baby when you were almost eight months alone.

You sat on your bed as you rubbed your bulging stomach, frowning down into your lap. "I'm excited to meet you, my baby but I dread the day you realize that I do not love your father." Your voice is soft but the words pierce him like none have. "I did once but a broken heart cannot be unbroken simply because of regret."

Aegon wished he could have turned back time so that he might cherish you for things you had done for him. You were his wife and yet, he hadn't been a husband to you.

Your child, a beautiful son that you named Aenys, would never know that you had loved Aegon once. Even when he was loving towards you, you felt a tinge of 'maybe i can love him again' but you heart had been maimed too much at his hands.

You would care for Aegon, but you would never love him.

Aegon "The Usurper" Targaryen

Aegon had never regretted anything like he regretted hurting you. The thought of seeing anymore whores or seeing servants made him sick with guilt. He couldn't even drink his favorite wine due to the guilt he felt of hurting you.

You were supposed to be his wife and he had hurt you to the point of no return. He would never forgive himself for that, and neither would you forgive him, he knew that well.

The night of the fifth anniversary of your marriage, you had come to him. Your expression neutral and arms crossed and you stated that you wanted a baby, you wished for a child and unlike him you would not go outside of your marriage, he had flinched at that statement, nearly sobbing into your stomach.

"I will give you anything you want, please, please don't hate me." He had sobbed into your stomach as he held you close and you almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

The memory of how you looked all of the night that you spent with him would never leave his mind.

Flushed, panting with hazy eyes as you moaned and wrapped your arms around him. It was the only time he could get even remotely close to you.

You would wisely ignore as he whined out that he loved you as he spilled himself inside you, and the second it was confirmed that you were with child, it would only remain memories to aegon.

rumors and whispers from the court disappeared more and more as your stomach swelled and started to bulge. You mainly found yourself in the company of either alicent or helaena but sometimes aegon would trail after you like a lost puppy.

It was one of the rare nights, where you were alone when Aegon had overheard your quiet conversation.

"... I pray you never find out the truth about your father." You sounded like you were about to cry. "About the restless nights where I sobbed and broke down before I decided my heart couldn't take another heart break."

Aegon wanted to take everything back, he wanted to reach in between his ribs and tear out his heart and offer it to you. He had broken you. He had done this.

"I pray you never find out that your mother can't bear to love your father out of a wish to protect herself. I'm.... a selfish coward. I'm sorry, baby." You sobbed as you clutched onto your stomach and Aegon felt himself cry with you.

He had done this. He could never undo it.

Aemond "The One-Eye" Targaryen

The rumors seemed to stop after a while. No more rumors of the lady from harrenhal, your husband seemed to never leave anymore except on short flies with Vhagar, too short to visit his whore.

None of that mattered to you as you continued with you days, rejecting all of aemond's offers. No matter what they were.

Eating with him, visiting him in his room, seeing him train, taking walks. You didn't want anything from him anymore. You kept to yourself mostly, visiting the library frequently but only during times in which you knew Aemond would not be there. You had all your meals in your room.

But you still had your duties as Aemond's wife and the thought of a child hadn't occurred to you until alicent had sent for you.

"I wish to see you with child soon, sweetling." She had told you but her eyes spoke more than her words did. A child meant marriage was going well, it meant that the reputation of herself and aemond would be well, and by that, the reputation of aegon and alicent would be positive.

One good reputation influences all other involved. You wanted to rip out your womb at the notion.

But still, you swallowed your bitter poison and did your duty, you showed yourself to your husband in pretty silks and spoke of your hopes of a baby.

You buried your face in his shoulder as he took you in hopes of hiding the fact that your tears were not only of pleasure but also for yourself. You had bound yourself to him, even in death, you would be his wife.

Even if you could not bring yourself to love for Aemond again, you couldn't hide the joy the idea of having a child brought you.

You also could help the telltale feeling of pride that filled you, a feeling that you had seldom felt since you married Aemond, at the look of joy on both aemond and alicent's faces.

You hated that feeling. you had never both loved and hated someone as much as aemond.

It tore you into pieces.

Aemond had never felt as much guilt as he had when he overheard you just two week before you were due to give birth. He had gone to see you and found you sobbing as you held your stomach.

It had been an entire year since you had frozen your heart over to aemond but you could never fully disappear what you had felt. "I pray you never know what this is like, my sweet baby." You cried, one hand pressing against your face. "I wish i could forget all of my memories of aemond. I hope you never have to experience such heartbreak."

Even though Aemond had never seen Alys after the day to threw the comment of her in his face, he still wanted to wash himself clean of the hurt he caused you.

But forgiveness is not that simple, sometimes it's unachievable.

Daemon "The Rogue Prince" Targaryen

Despite Daemon's words to sway you and his attempts at seduction, you had remained cold, distant.

Even in the days which he demanded you perform your duty as his wife which was to bare his heir. Even when he took you as his own again and again. You remained as quiet as you could, you remained cold, you never found joy or pleasure in it. It was an empty act.

One, you were sure, he was quite good at since he frequented brothels as often as he always did. Fucking was as simple as breathing to him.

You remained as cold when you told him that you were pregnant with his child. If daemon had thought that this would soften you to him, he would be wrong.

Of course, you were overjoyed in private. You smiled so bright and glowed when Daemon wasn't around. You were so overjoyed to have this baby. It didn't matter if they looked like daemon. You would love them regardless.

You had less time to be overjoyed about it them more time he spent with you as your stomach swelled and grew. You refused his help and support, only asking that he send for your personal maid to help you.

It was frustrating to daemon but as you had insisted multiple times, you were only his wife by law, it was whores he lusted after. So, he can give them his money and have his pleasure with them.

But sometimes daemon was sneaky, he came and went where he wished without your knowledge. It was on one of those nights that he came to understand the full extent of your resentment towards him.

"...I don't think I'll ever love your father, little one." You whispered softly to your bulging stomach, your hand pressed against it gently. "But I will always love you, you are my lovely child."

He stopped to listen for a little longer before walking away with determination. He'd just have to try harder to endear himself to you.

Maegor "The Cruel" Targaryen

After that night in the Sept, Maegor sent for you constantly. All your nights were his. Regardless of whether or not he was fucking you, you were always to be by his side.

Your words rang in his head constantly on a loop.

'I am barely your wife, only a brrodmare for your satisfaction, so please let's stop pretending, my king.' you had said those words to him.

Even so, it didn't stop the fire in his veins from lighting up hot when he spent his nights fucking his seed into you. 'I will make a mother out of you' he had whispered in your ears as your eyes stayed glued to the ceiling and never on him.

It's okay, he had ways of convincing you.

It was really no surprise that you fell pregnant with his child, the maesters had confirmed it and Visenya went from hospitable to downright overprotective and possessive of her good daughter.

Maegor was even worse, his first child. He would never let anything happen. He would move you into his chambers and refuse to let you go anywhere without him.

You vividly remember his grip on your jaw the first time you had gone somewhere without him two months into your pregnancy.

'you are my wife.' he had said, purple eyes burning into you. 'leave without me again, you may be free from ym wrath but everyone else is fair game, my sweet lady.'

Your blood had gone cold at that.

"Oh little love." You had whispered to your bulging stomach, one night just one month away from your due date, unaware of maegor's eyes on you. "What shall I do? I cannot stand the attention. I wish your father would stop seeking me out, I do not like him at all." You frowned at your lap. "I hope his attentions will cease after your birth, sweet one."

They wouldn't. Maegor's attentions would only increase after your first child's birth and they would never cease.

[eatmeandbirthmeagain]

If you still accept requests now... Uhm... Well... Maybe a KOH fic about "mad" people after party (like someone's wedding etc.)? Godfrey worried, crying and being overstimulated after the whole crowds and noise (like a kinda typical introvert). Sybilla being not able to walk due to aching feet because of too much dancing. Guy de Lusignian being overly horny after "not enough during the party" and annoying others by this. Baldwin IV almost suffering and sick due to eating too much dessert after the dinner at the party "cause the king has to also eat well to manifest his prosperity". Tiberias and Balian laughing and behawing illogically while being drunk. Literally drunk. Very drunk. Too drunk to be normal. Kidding like typical drunk people. Baldwin V, the only child in the group, the only one who didn't expierience the whole party and the only "healthy and normal" in the group, very embarassed and confused by "those weird adults". And the confrontation between all of them at once. I hope it's not a problem. (And i know i'm not too good at requesting... Sorry...)

♤ After Party - KOH Crack Fic ♤

♤ Crack Fic ♤

A/N: Hello Anon, no need to appologise, I like this request a lot. Seems like a funny idea to me 😄. I hope this is what you had in mind! Also I am so sorry that it has taken so long to get to, also I'm sorry that it is not very long. As always, this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven, not the real historical figures. Enjoy!

PS: I wrote this in class and had to slam my laptop shut when my teacher walked behind me 😭.

TW: Alchaol Consumption

It was around midnight by the time most of the wedding guests finally left the castle.

The event had gotten way out of hand and everyone was suffering.

It was fun at first but everybody had well overestimated their limits. The combination of alcohol and too much food left practically all the guests drunk and sick.

Everyone regretted their choices and knew they would regret it even more by tomorrow morning.

From the hallway outside the dining room, Baldwin V had been watching the entire event unfold through the crack in the door, confused and worried for the usually very professional and uptight adults.

He had never seen them act like this before, it was both amusing and concerning.

Stifling giggles he watched them bicker with each other all while groaning in pain from developing headaches.

His mother sat beside her brother, rubbing her temples while removing the shoes that had been vastly impractical for the occasion. Her feet were in agony from standing for so long.

Beside her, Baldwin, her brother, was exhausted from the long day.

The event had been strenuous on his sick body and what did not help was too much alcohol and rich food. Sybila had warned her brother to not overdo it with the wine, she knew his limits better than he did and whenever there was an event he always ended up thinking that he could take more than he could.

He tried not to move too much, the combination of headache, sore stomach and aching body made any movement too much to bear.

While all this went on, Guy (who the child hated immensely) pestered Sybila about how much he yearned for her.

She pushed him off, telling him to go away but he continued. He was getting on everyone's nerves, especially Sybila’s. He paced around the room, drunkenly attempting to seduce any maid he came across and failing horribly.

Eventually, the king yelled for him to leave as he was annoying everybody that he spoke to.

Finally, Guy begrudgingly left to go bother somebody else.

Amongst the all people left in the dining room were Tiberias and Balian, who the child knew as his uncle's friends. They were the most drunk of the group.

Their usually stern, professional personalities were replaced with happy, drunken laughter.

The two joked with each other, every sentence adding onto whatever they were laughing about until they couldn't get any words out. They looked like they were having the most fun out of everyone left.

Maids and servants bustled about the room, cleaning up the table and doing their best to ignore their superiors.

The child barely noticed Godfrey sitting towards the end of the table, as far away from everyone as he could get looking incredibly pale and drained from energy.

The leftover guests spoke with the king and Syblia, completely ignoring him, and he didn't seem too angry about it, more lucky to be finally left alone.

The boy watched the adults for a little while longer before leaving to do something else, feeling excited that since his mother was “preoccupied”, she would not be paying attention to the time he went to bed.

[otherone12]

What Would They Do, If They Just Knew (Pt 2)

Gerard Way × Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N:Heyy! Here's a pt2 of "What Would They Do, If They Just Knew". There will probably be continuity errors, so I ask you to ignore them. Hope you like it as mutch as i liked to write. If you have any request, send me and i'll be glad to write ^^

Summary: You are a famous actress who was dating Gerard for about 2 years, but you haven't turned your relationship public yet, because of all the issues that this could bring to your career. However, you both were hired to some Comic-Con, and you don't know whether or not this is the right time to tell'em about it.

- Word Count: 1.290

- Warnings: Big age gap and anxiety content!

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language ... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

When we came back down from the stage, the amount of people asking questions around us left me stunned, and I can definitely say that Gerard wasn't at all comfortable with the situation either. I've never been one to avoid interviews or shy away from cameras, but I think the last time I was approached like that was when I was cast in a superhero movie.

Hand in hand, we walked past the crowd of people and got into the car, leaving them with no answers.

- Holy shit! They just got crazy there. - A relieved laugh came out of my mouth when I looked at the window, seeing a lot of people outside - At Least they weren't throwing things at us.

- Yeah. - He took a deep breath, but you could see in his eyes that he was still quite dizzy. - Are you okay?

I nodded, although I was thinking about how we would deal with this in the next few days. I know that in a week or two people will forget about it and our lives will go back to normal, but still. 

- Are you? - I asked with the kinder tone I could do at that point.

- I'll be, just need to sleep. - He smiled and started to drive. - I’m exhausted.

- Do you want to stay in my place? - considering that my house is closer, I think it would be logical for him to stay there. - My bed is big enough for the two of us. 

- I'd love to. 

*** time skip ***

We fell asleep cuddling, and when I woke up, still in his arms, I grabbed my phone and checked the absurd amount of mentions involving our names on all social media. Things like “such a cute couple” made me smile, but there were more “They’re using Gerard for hype” or “Ew! that middle-aged guy knows how creepy dating a person THAT much younger?” than I thought that would be. 

My heart raced as I scrolled through the posts and saw that it was getting worse and worse. Far from being okay, I turned off my cell phone and began to think about how Gerard would react to this. A hot tear ran down my cheek and I held his arm tightly, trying to calm down.

Was this a good idea? Was telling them really a good idea? There were a lot of people talking shit about us, but it wasn't as if we didn't know that this could happen; on the other hand, there were people defending us and being very kind. 

When Gerard finally woke up, we went to the kitchen and had a coffee. I didn’t know how to tell him, but I couldn't hide it from him either. This anguish was gradually consuming me, but I tried to feign naturalness in all my movements, wanting to avoid any questions at all costs.  If the subject did come up naturally, the best thing to do was not to appear shaken by the comments, even though I was, and tell him to do the same. 

- So… about yesterday… - The question I was most afraid came faster than a bullet - have you already seen people’s reactions? 

Before answering, I took a deep breath and felt my eyes fill with water again. With the cup of coffee in my hands, I took a sip and concentrated so as not to let the fear overflow with more tears. 

- Babe? 

He didn't demand answers, but showed concern when he saw that I was about to break down right there in front of him. Without saying another word, he came close to me and comforted me in his arms. After a few seconds, he broke the silence.

- I knew that this was gonna happen… But I'm here no matter what, okay? - He hugged me tighter and all I could do was breathe heavily, attempting to feel some kind of peace. -  And we’ll be fine, nothing’s gonna change between us, sugar. 

A gigantic weight seemed to have been lifted off my shoulders when he finally said that. the lump that had formed in my throat loosened enough for me to confirm his statement.

- You promise? 

With serious features, he looked deep into my eyes, causing the environment around me to become blurred and without hesitation he said

- I promise. 

I swear I tried to erase everything I read from my mind, but my stomach churned again and with a trembling voice I blurted out an empty argument:

- But the people-

- I don’t care at all, babe, and you shouldn’t either! They’re just frustrated ones that can even write the swearing right! 

Without even realizing it, I let out a giggle. He makes me feel so good, even in my worst moments.

 I turned off my phone and didn’t look at it for the whole day, so we spent the day together. We talked about Gerard comics and he helped me go over my lines. Everything went so well that I even forgot everything that had happened in the morning, except of course for the promise that nothing would change. When I realized it, it was already late at night.

    I was in the kitchen, making dinner, when I heard footsteps getting closer. I keep my eyes in the pan to not burn it all, then I notice when the sound stopped.

    - Babe… - Gerard was standing in the beginning of the hall with a bottle of hair dye in his hand. - Do you think I should dye my hair black again? 

    - If you want to… 

    - I'm asking what YOU think, not what I think, babe! -  He whined like a kid. - So… should I?

    I giggled at his reaction and took a second to think about how to respond to him.

    - Well, personally, I love your gray hair. - I said, looking at him. I tried to cut myself off, but i couldn't held myself and murmured the next sentence. - Actually, I think it's kinda hot

    He passed through the kitchen door and walked slowly over to where I was. Attempting to pretend that I didn't said that, I bright my focus back to what I was cooking, but Gerard was in front of me with a raised eyebrow. 

    - Sorry, sugar, do you mind repeating? - He heard me. I could see in his gaze that he knew exactly what I said. With a damn grin on his face, he continued. - A bit louder now, if you don't mind.

    - I said... - I tried to use a loud tone, but I feelt a little embarrassed to say that again, knowing he was paying attention and looking directly into my eyes. I cleaned my throat and tried again. - I said that I think your gray hair is kinda hot. But you already know that, right?

    I felt my cheeks turning red while I looked away from his beautiful eyes and heard him chuckle at the situation.

    - If you say so… - He walked close to my body and stood behind my back, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. He brought his mouth close to my ear and whispered - then m gonna keep it like this. 

    He pressed a kiss on my neck, making me melt on him. The way he makes me feel is so surreal that sometimes I wonder if I'm just imagining it all. The "too good to be true" feeling haunts me from time to time, but moments like these remind me that I'm extremely lucky to have him with me, even though we heard a lot of shit about us since we turned our relationship public. 

    I guess we’ll have to deal with it, fortunately, we have our friends and the real fans to support us. 

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~ Well, that's it! lemme know if you like it ^^

[r0-boat]

Can I please request sfw slice of life headcannons for reader and Volo? (Ps. I hope you had a great Easter!)

Thank you so much and I hope you have a good *looks at calendar* April 27th

Volo x gn!reader slice of life hcs

Sfw cut for length

Cw: slight Angst with a happy ending.

Scars heal, although some take longer than others... after years, you finally begin to accept that you may not be able to go home ... however, slowly but surely, you begin to cultivate your new life in the strange lands of Hisui. Still hurt knowing that you could never go back home, but you knew there was your second home.

The village was remorseful of how they treated you, offering to all help and build you an actual home. You now live in a small humble Cottage a little ways outside the village you could still get there easily on your Pokémon's back. While the boarding that Cyllene gave you was nice you wanted something else...

Sometimes you wonder how he is doing. After he disappeared, he left your heart better and broken. Making you question if the time he spent with you was real... if all the things he did to you and said to you were honest and not just to lull you into a false sense of security... you knew the village would never accept him back, but you also knew how painful he was. You saw in his eyes when he threw out his Pokeball; underneath that mad smile was a scared, confused man, who had no one in his life other than a dream. Volo claimed he hated you, but was it true?

As your Pokemon snooze is away while you brush its fur you hear a knock at the door... you weren't really expecting anyone today you opened your door expecting to greet Lavington, Cyllene... your eyes widen seeing a blonde-haired man standing in your doorway. His standing failed looked like the days alone in the wilderness had not been treating him well recently, and his face filled with regrets and sadness. "V-olo?" His name Falls from your lips.

After years of searching for Arceus, he knew he finally had everything.... his life dedicated to one God sacrificing everything he had and everything he built. To him, it was worth it... until he found you, he first saw you as your stepping stone, a simple obstacle in the way of his true dreams... But after he spends more time with you, something that he has never felt before begins to stir inside of him... it scared him... he tried to push it back as much as he could, thinking that nothing would matter once he finally reached his goal.

After Spear Pillar, he couldn't look you in the eyes anymore, he fled...

He has been better in recent days, choosing to live with you instead of chasing a dream till it drives him to Madness. You made him realize that he deserved a normal life that he earned his own path.

He reassures you that the feelings he has for you is genuine that he was an idiot for leaving you on Spear Pillar, Volo expected you to hate him... But you didnt?

The two of you now live in the cottage together every morning when the weather was nice volo goes outside in the garden and either relax or studies some old historical texts (still a history nerd)—occasionally going out on his own Adventures to look for more ancient ruins. Your Pokemon who once stood as great enemies now frolic and play as friends.

Volo's heart melts when he wakes up to the smell of your cooking no, he does not miss being a gingo guild member and finding what he can eat. He claims your homemade potato mochi is far better than the ones they serve in the village.

Volo does claim that he never once cared for that Village since how they treated him and you, but Volo did regret his actions and what he did even if the village would never accept him even if the gamegoeso Guild would never accept him, he still wanted to grow as a person and have everyone remember him as what he is now.

Volo has learned how to cook when he was just a traveling Merchant. He would only eat the wild berries he would find and had no time to cook..., but with you on his mind, he wants to make you smile with something he pours as hard into.

Sometimes you still have nightmares of The Village casting you out alone and cold as Giratina staring down at you. you wake up in a cold sweat, ready to cry, only to be held by Volo. I am making you remember that you are safe now and you are not alone.

Volo also still has nightmares of Giratina swallowing him down to this Distortion world where he belongs or Arceus standing before him to judge him on his sins of Pride and envy, greed, gluttony, and Wrath... but he feels at ease when he holds you close

Volo once asked you what was life like in your old time... you told him everything he seemed a little lost on the topics of technology and buildings however he seemed more intrigued when you told him about the many different kinds of Pokemon and places that you've seen... there is a bigger world out there.

Maybe one day the two of you should leave Hisui and travel the world just like in your stories...

No more worries no more expectation just you and him and the wild Untamed Wilderness and the Pokemon within them.