#do you REALLY think he was just as fem and flamboyant in life?

[nychthemeron-rants]

I want to draw my HC for human Angel but I don't think people will appreciate my vision...

[deamonichusband]

hiii, i was wondering if you were willing to do hashira x little sister general hcs?? i thought it would be a rlly cute idea♡♡

thank youuu

When you are their little sister (Hashira and Fem!little sis!Reader)

Ahhhh, thank you for the request! It is a really cute idea, so I am happy to write this. Tho I have to admit some bits will be depressing because some of them have a Backstory full of trauma, so I apologize if it is not 100% cute on every character! ^-^'

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Fem!Reader is the little sister, so this is obviously no shipping post!

Characters in this are: Tengen Uzui, Rengoku Kyojuro, Sanmei Shinazugawa, Giyu Tomioka, Obanai Iguro, Shinobu Kocho, Muichiro Toikto, Mitsuri Kanjiro

Everyone’s Backstory is mentioned in some way, so there are Spoilers for those who don’t know them!

Tengen Uzui:

-You are the last one of his siblings that is alive, beside one younger brother that you both do not talk to. So he is very protective of you.

-He made sure to teach you how to defend yourself since it was important to him. Especially with how dangerous the world was.

-He made you a necklaces with gems, claiming that you need to look flashy like him.

-When he introduced you to his wives for the first time he went “This is my little sister, look at flashy and flamboyant she is!”

-You took no offense to that introduction since you already knew the way he talked.

-When the other Hashira see you once because he forgot something at your home when he visited, everyone just stared at you.

-When Sanemi came closer all angry, Tengen stood between you two quickly and glared at him angrily.

-“Hurt my little sister and you will regret it!”

-His wives adore you and always bake you cake whenever you visit.

-They also always have some sort of small present for you.

-If you ask him to join the Demon Slayers, he will say no as he does not want you to get hurt.

Rengoku Kyojuro:

-He adores you and your brother equally.

-He makes sure to visit you two as much as his time allows it.

-He makes you your favourite food when he visits on a bad day.

-When you visit him, mostly when your father is too drunk again, he will proudly show you his own home.

“This is my little sister y/n!”

-He introduces you, with loud words and a big smile, to Tengen as he is his best friend.

-That leads to Tengen proudly showing you his muscle mice, which you think are really cool.

-He will defiantly show you his favourite Ramen Spots and let’s you eat as much as you want.

-He pays for all of it of course.

-He lets it be up to you to be a demon slayer as well. He knows that your father will not support the decision to be one but he will support you no matter what.

-At the end of the day, he just wants you to be safe.

Sanmei Shinazugawa:

-Sanemi is cold.

-Sure, he is protective but he also is quite cold towards you.

-He makes sure you have your own small home and he asked Master to have someone visit you once in a while.

-But he will never physically be there, unless he really needs to.

-If you ever get hurt by a demon, he will have you live at the Butterfly Estate right after are all healed up.

-He will act cold and like he doesn’t care when you thank him.

-“Don’t thank me, I don’t care!”

-Is what he says to you. But he does tell Shinobu to not let you get hurt again ever.

-Is secretly very protective.

-He only has you and Genya left after killing your mother. And since Genya risks his life being a demon slayer and he is a Hashira, he does not allow you to be a demon slayer as well.

Giyu Tomioka:

-He lost so many people in his life so far, that he is very protective of you.

-He let’s you live with him and you watched his whole training happen back in the day.

-While he is depressed from it all, from losing them, you are always a ray of sunshine somehow.

-He makes sure to always make you your favourite food.

-He makes sure you are safe and has his crow check up on you when he is away on a mission.

-When he introduces you to Shinobu one day when she visits Giyu, he frowns when she teases him.

-You let out a loud huff at that.

-“Leave my big brother alone, you oversized butterfly!”

-You say that with a lot of confidence and Shinbo stares at you while Giyu has to hold back a laugh.

-If you ever voice the wish to become a slayer, he will distance himself, which worries you a lot. Once you manage to see him eat lunch alone a few days later, you ask him again. He will tense up and sigh sadly.

-“If that is truly your wish, I will not stop you. But promise me to be careful. I cannot lose you as well.”

Obanai Iguro:

-This man is traumatized deep inside and so are you.

-You were both born into a clan that sacrificed their own children to snake demon for riches.

-He has the scars of it on his mouth still. You did not manage to get out unscared as well.

-The demon had considered you as too cute back then, so she had let one of his mouth corners be cut open as well.

-Once you had both been saved, Obanai always did his best to make sure you were safe and okay.

-He always makes you your favourite food when you feel bad.

-When you have your time of the month for the first time, he panics and asks Mitsuri and Shinobu what to do, so he knows what to do.

-He often talks about Mistrui to you.

-And you love to tease him over it.

-“So, when yis your cute girlfriend visiting again?” You ask with a smirk.

-He quickly smacks the back of your head. “Shut up!”

-You definitely make a bet with Shinobu about how long it will take him to propose to Mitsuri.

-If you ever voice that you want to be a slayer, he will make sure that you train under him.

Shinobu Kocho:

-The death of your big sibling hit both of you very hard.

-Since she only had you as family after that, she did everything she could to protect you.

-She made you learn how to fight, so you could always protect yourself.

-She 100% threatened requested her swordsmith to make a dagger for you.

-She taught you a lot about medicine.

-She has you work at the Butterfly Estate.

-She is very protective of you and if she ever catches anyone starting at you for too long, she will give them a cold threatening glare.

-“Take your eyes away from my little sister.”

-She says that with a smile. And it makes whoever started at you very uneasy.

-You defiantly tease Giyu with her when you see him.

-If you ever ask her to be slayer, she will say no and you fully understand the reason, so you never ask again.

-You and Aoi are 100% friends and love to talk about any kind of gossip.

Muichiro Toikto:

-The death of your twin hit you both very hard when it had happened.

-Muichiro had memory issues and even if they slowly got better, you were still always reminding him of stuff.

-You had cut your hair short so people could tell you both apart when anyone saw both of you at the same time.

-You lived at his home and he made sure to make you feel as happy as possible.

-When he got closer to Genya after the swordsmith accident, he introduced you two to each other.

-You were a ray of sunshine and when Genya was left all shy since you were a girl, Muichiro leaned to his ear.

-“If you ever fall for her, I will cut you apart.”

-And then he walks off with a small smile, leaving a now slightly scared Genya behind.

-He makes a lot of paper planes with you.

-He sometimes insults your paper planes lovingly if they are badly made.

-Which makes you upset and he panics and quickly grabs some candy for you.

“I am so sorry! Your paper plane is amazing!”

-If you want to become a slayer as well, he will be the one that teaches you.

Mitsuri Kanjiro:

-She adores you and always grabs food with you when you visit her at her home.

-You both have the same sweet tooth so you two even drool about thoughts of delicious food.

-You and her send each other a lot of letters back and forth.

-You make sure to make new cakes for her when she visits you.

-And when you visit her, she makes new desserts for you.

-You both are over the moon when you find new food combinations.

-You eat a lot, just like her.

-The restaurant she always goes to loves serving you both food and even gives you desserts on the house.

-“For you, my favourite costumers!” Is what he says cheerfully.

-When she introduces you and Obanai, you are all sweet smiles.

-But once she leaves you two alone for a few minutes, you glare at him.

-“Hurt her and I will break your bones and rip an important limb off.”

-He is shocked and when Misturi comes back, you are back to smiling sweetly while Obanai masks his shocked expression the best he could.

-If you want to become  a slayer, she and your parents fully support you.

Gyomei Himejima:

-He lost the ophans he had taken in, so he is very scared to lose you as well.

-He always makes sure you are well feed, while you make sure that he takes breaks when he can.

-You know how bad he feels about that horrible day and you sometimes get nightmares. You had been there, well hidden. And you had managed to survive, but that never stopped nightmares.

-If you have a nightmare, he insists that you wake him up right away so he can comfort you.

-He has kind of taken Genya in, so you and him become friends.

-Which made Gyomei get protective of you, even if you assure him that it was fine.

-He got you a kitten as a birthday gift and you gave him one for his.

-YOu and him sometimes take in stray kittens, so you end up with 10 cats in total, which is fine by both of you.

-He knows you are stronger then you look, so when a slayer messes with you one day and you teach them a lesson, he pretends he didn't hear anything.

-If you voice that you want to become a demon slayer, he supports you. But he still worries, so he trains you, tho he is more gentle towards you then to anyone else that he trains.

[muntitled]

𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐬 | 𝐋.𝐉𝐡

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❝ 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 ❞

✧ Genre: Smut (M)

✧ Pairing: Lee Jihoon x Fem!Reader

✧ Summary: “Did you bring me into the studio as your engineer or your whore?” He nods his head playfully jutting his bottom lip out as if he's pondering something vastly philosophical. “It can't be both?”

✧ Warnings: Language, Established Relationship, Possessiveness, Jealousy, Bratty Reader, Weaponizing!Wonwoo, Fluff, Workaholics in Love, Teasing, Producer!Jihoon, Musical Engineer!Reader, Smut (+18), Daddy Kink, Neediness, Dom/sub dynamic, Coercion, Brat tamer!Jihoon, Dom!Jihoon, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Oral Sex (Male rec), Orgasm Denial, Breeding Kink

✧ Word Count: 3.9k

✧ Playlist when writing: Here

A/n: I love my boyfriend- I mean my bias.

Perhaps it was your fault. You should have known something was amiss the very moment Jihoon called you in the middle of your recording session with another artist. Your eyebrows furrowed when you picked up the phone, and you lifted one finger, signaling a quick recess to Wonwoo, who nodded calmly.

This was particularly uncanny because Jihoon never bothered you during work hours, and, in equal regard, you refused to bother him.

Out of respect for the craft, he refused to break you out of that very delicate mindset that he, as a creative, understood the significance of. Washington could be burning, and he still wouldn't dare interrupt you during work time. This somewhat sacred convenant was forged as a means to protect your relationship from your work personas. You did not particularly enjoy who Jihoon was when he assumed the sacremental identity of 'Woozi' and heavens knows you were equally as intolerable when you were stationed in front of a soundboard. You were both tyrants in your everyday lives, and even now, Wonwoo seems marginally relieved to have caught some semblance of a break as you huddle into the short corridor outside the studio.

So with a very perturbed but slightly worried voice, you swiped on the answer button and enquired, “Is everything okay?”

“No,” comes his instant reply. The knot between your brows have yet to unweave as you rest your back against a wall. Jihoon was by no means the most cheerful individual you had ever met, in fact, you prided yourself greatly on being the very few sources of genuine cacophony and laughter in his life. Seungkwan, of course, was your most fierce competitor.

Still, there is something grave in Jihoon's voice. It is a veneer of seriousness that is strange even for him. You had been able to gauge this sense of wabing patience in his tone just from one fickle like little word. 5 years in a vaguely conjugal relationship with a person would do that to you.

“I think I finally got the entire verse written.” Jihoon is surprised to find the lie tumbling so smoothly past the gates of his teeth, especially because he's normally so shit at lying. What was the point? When the person you were lying to had all your mannerisms memorized as if they were living in your body with you.

He taps his finger idly along the yellow notepad seated on his bouncing, restless knee. "We should record it now,”

You shake your head in complete discombobulation as you brought a finger to your lips in contemplation, "Why would you need my help? I thought you were working with another engineer."

His teeth grate irritably against each other, and he rolls his eyes in a flamboyant display of vexation as he exclaims, "Are you really in the mood to fish for compliments right now?" He asks tersely, "I should not need to tell you that you're my most trusted engineer,"

No matter how stoic your work persona was, she was not immune to flattery. The smile cracks the crevices of confusion along your visage, and Jihoon can almost feel the pleasure at his praise oozing through the phone.

"Now, if you'll please join me-"

“Can't." You respond. No matter how vulnerable you were to Jihoon's praises, you still remained fiercely loyal to your job. "I've got 20 more minutes in this session and after that I have to be at a meeting with the label, and I still have to go pick up that bouquet of flowers for our neighbor- you remember her cat passed on?"

"Just tell Wonwoo you have an emergency," Jihoon's reply has your eyes narrowing in skepticism. Not only was Jihoon fiercely independent, but he very rarely indulged you in his clingy side. Up until this very moment, you even doubted whether that side existed at all. "Cancel the meeting," he nods slowly, "And fuck the flowers, we hated that vermin anyway. Remember when her cat pissed in your peonies?" Jihoon ran his hand through his hair as he nodded with finality, "Fuck the flowers."

A sort of realization dawned within you, and you fought valiantly to keep the tone of self-righteousness out of your voice as you responded, “You're hijacking me from another artist.”

His hiss is instant and laced with venom, “Be glad I even allow you to work with another artist,”

Jihoon did not mean to slip up so badly, but he was also a man that would very rarely say anything that he did not actually mean.

“I don't like sharing,” he croons quietly over the line, “You know this.”

And so he let his words hang stagnantly in the air between you two, drying like wet, white linen in the wind. He pauses as if guaging your response to his raw words. Jihoon enjoyed doing this. He enjoyed giving you vague tidbits of what state of mind he found himself in without actually divulging his every thought. The ball was figuratively in your court, and he wished to see how you might respond.

Your throat clears your throat momentarily, letting your brain run rampant with myriad schemes. It was not very often that you would have the upper hand in your relationship. Dating someone like Jihoon, someone so comfortable being in control meant you constantly forfeited whatever power you had in your work life. Jihoon teased you. It was never the other way around.

"How badly do you want me there?"

"How badly do you want me to let you cum the next time I eat you out?" His voice is dripping with the weight of his threat and normally, you would find yourself quickly pushing yourself back into submission, but not this time. This time he needed you.

You are very secured in the realization that whatever reason Jihoon wanted you in the studio for - it was certainly not to record. There is a dangerous pool of excitement rushing through the conduit of your veins. He swears he can hear the titillating smile that blossomed across your face while you play idly with the Swarovski rock resting along your sternum. A gift from Jihoon. One of many.

“I don't know, Jihoon... What're you going to do for me in return? It's only fair that I'm adequately compensated for leaving a session."

"I'll let you cum tonight, I've already told you."

Jihoon is sitting reclined on his leather couch, his narrowed eyes piercing the wide soundboard directly in front of him. An egregious amount's worth of equipment sitting idly and completely untouched while his notepad sits on his lap, teasing him with its blankness.

Before he made the uncharacteristic choice to call you, Jihoon had been scrolling idly through his phone, in search of some bit of inspiration. He found himself opening his photos app, scrolling through his pictures that were filled mostly of you. Selfies you took with your face pressed against his unimpressed one. Mirror selfies showcasing what outfit you decided to wear, per his request and something else. Something he had forgotten he even had saved in his camera roll until the video was already rolling. At first glance, the scene was borderline animalistic. Jihoon's pale hand pressed down your arched back, while a steady hand recordinb you from above.

"That's a good girl-" he heard his own voice resonate through the speakers. It was like he was forced to meet his alter ego. A completey uncomfortable and fucking meta experience, especially because he was in the quiet of his studio.

Jihoon looked around his quiet studio, sensing no other infiltrating presence before he let his gaze fall back down onto the video. A deep shade of read crawled up his neck as he watched himself fuck you absolutely stupid from behind. You were both caught in a throws of your pleasure and incoherent words were thrown out in stuttering intervals.

"Fuck-Hoonie, I'm so close-"

"You're gonna cum for me, baby? You gonna let daddy cum in that pretty fucking pussy? You gonna let me breed you-"

"F-Fuck, Daddy- I'm," Jihoon heard himself swear in the speakers, and the video went wobbly before it came to a cataclysmic end. It was taken a week ago, when you both sat down to watch a movie. Needless to say, no movie had been watched because you were abundantly touchy, and Woozi decided to let you be.

Even though the video came to an end, he could not peel his eyes away from the screen. He watched it one final time before he searched for your name in the call logs and dialed.

His mind was empty, but his capacity for lust was never-ending.

Now not only was he combatting brutal inspirational drought, but he was nursing a semi erect cock that made him so fucking uncomfortable.

He did not need this shit from you right now.

"Are you sure threatening me with an orgasm denial is the way you wanna go right now, Hoonie?" He hated the self-interested smirk in your voice.

“This is not the time to be a fucking brat,” he hisses, perhaps unintentionally on the line. “Just get here,”

But the teasing lilt has yet to disappear as you chide, “Not a particularly ethical way to address your one and only trusted engineer, is it?” You asked sweetly, voice dripping with the amount of honey it would take to fill a honey farm, “At least Wonwoo respects my work,”

He laughs humorlessly before rolling his eyes. “You talk a lot of shit for someone already making their way over here.” And unfortunately, you were. You had shot Wonwoo a very heartfelt apology during your sparring verbiage with Jihoon while still gathering your belongings to make a break for his studio. You became so unnaturally predictable in his presence, like a lonely mould of clay, glistening and ready to be shaped into anything of his choosing.

Right now, his biggest obstacle is the very vexing fact that once you made it into his studio, you drifted in with your nose stuck in the air and the expectation that he is to actually put in work. Woozi greets you at the door, eyes shamelessly taking you in from head to toe while you refuse to do the same. A pastel baby tee clings to your chest like a second skin while the ends of a small mini skirt combat the summer heat.

“It's freezing in here,” you remarked while Woozi ogled you unashamedly.

“Don't fuck with my thermostat,” he says dismissively before pulling you into an indulgent hug. “I like it cold,” and his arms travel under yours, pressing your softness flush against his front. His face buries itself in between your neck and shoulder, feeling his restless limbs finally be coaxed into some sense of satisfaction. His nose brushes against your cheek, essentially nuzzling himself against you in a vaguely primal gesture and he sighs.

“Fuck, you're so soft.” His hand rubs slow circles on your lower back. Circles that gradually increase in size. Woozi snickers quietly against your skin. Big mistake.

He definitely thought he was slick.

Before the palm of his hand could skim over the soft mound of your ass you break away quickly. Your smile is professional, almost vexingly robotic as you swing past him. Your braided ponytail swinging behind you as you make your way to bring a second leather chair beside his own at the soundboard.

“I'm here,” you said, “Time to work,”

Jihoon stands idly for a while. With his hands on his hips, his tongue stabs at the corner of his mouth, “You really are on a mission to piss me off today, aren't you?”

You ignore him, choosing instead to let your bewildered eyes fall on the empty notepad discarded on the soundboard. In your periphery, Jihoon rolls up the sleeves of his black button up, flexing his arms lightly as if he was battling demons not to pin you against that very soundboard.

Expensive equipment be damned.

“Let's get to work,” You huff, prompting Jihoon to run a frustrated hand through his mid length, black locks. Effectively making the wolfcut appear even more messy and unkempt.

You looked away, agitated, with your blood pressure shot to hell. This would be a very long session.

・✧・

And a very long session, it was.

Noon had faded to dusk and dusk had bled into starlight while you and Jihoon sat stagnant in the studio, surrounded by creative frustration and a different kind of frustration you refused to give the adequate amount of time to.

Woozi murmurs distractedly, peering down at the guitar sitting atop his lap. He toys with strings while you attempt to mix and master the wet bar on the computer screen, toying with the beat until you find something that stuck.

That is what you and Jihoon have resorted to during the course of this evening.

Your Gucci sneakers are kicked off underneath the desk and the bra you had initially walked in wearing, is now sitting discarded on Jihoon's couch. The both of you are accommodating to the stifling studio air. You find yourself grateful Woozi had kept the temperature cool as you were losing a dire war with under-boob sweat.

“Hit record,” he suddenly says, “I think I've got something,”

The tone that feeds from the guitar into the amplifier, is angelic, damn near perfect, but the look on his face once he pulls the final string is troubled. He quickly jots something down onto the notepad that had been filled considerably since this session began.

“You've got to be kidding me,” You say, releasing a wistful sigh as you peer at Jihoon sitting beside you. “That was fucking gold! Don't tell me you're not satisfied.” Jihoon is only able to shake his head before placing the guitar gently against the soundboard. “I know… but-”

“But?!” You're leaning over your seat, invading his bubble with your eyes blown to saucers.

“But…” He says teasingly before leaning closer to you, letting his eyes scan over your face as he slyly says, “I'd rather be fingering something else.”

His exposed forearms flex when he brings a hand up to toy with the Swarovski necklace that hangs from your collarbone. His voice is as smooth as the sap running steadily from tree bark in a fairytale forest. It's completely and utterly enchanting and you find yourself unable to pull back and sit back in your own seat.

“You look so pretty, you know that?” he whispers lowly, and you're fully convinced that he must know of the effect his voice has on you.

Fortunately for you, self control is something you take great pride in, and your voice is steady when you speak, but your torso is still leaning over onto his seat as you ask, “Jihoon, what is this?” You are completely spellbound when Woozi brings his fingers up to your chin. He examines your face like an art critic coasting the archaic halls of the most ancient museum. He knew exactly how to get you to melt and concede. “You know I had somewhere else to be,” you scold yourself for letting the words tumble out of your mouth in a desperate whisper.

He only snickers quietly, his eyes still roaming over your visage as he says, “You know his album isn't going to be better than mine.”

You find yourself completely mystified as Jihoon coaxes you over the barrier, until you're begrudgingly straddling him on his seat. Your breath falters as your skirt begins to ride high on your hips and Woozi's callused hands immediately hug the curves of your wide hips. He's staring up at you, and you're significantly elevated from your position on his lap. Height is completely on your side but you'd be stupid to discount the fact that he's in complete control here.

His hands rub dizzying circles on your thigh as he says, “Or don't you agree?”

“With what?”

“That my album will be better than Wonwoo's,” he states his petulance so casually it has you reeling. The blood coursing through your veins only has your mind doing somersaults trying to grapple onto your steadily declining sensibilities.

“Your album is not going to be much of anything if you keep bringing me here just to get your dick wet,”

“Oh! That's what I was doing?” He gasps in faux surprise before shaking his head, “I had no idea!”

You roll your eyes to the back of your head, although you're not quite sure if that's out of vexation or the wave of lust that hits you when Woozi brings your core down flush against his lap.

“Seriously Jihoon,” you say, unable to keep the gasp from rolling out of your mouth, “Did you bring me into the studio as your engineer or your whore?”

He nods his head playfully jutting his bottom lip out as if he's pondering something vastly philosophical.

“It can't be both?”

The whine you release from your throat is downright lascivious as Jihoon buries his face in between your neck and shoulder. This time, however, you're unable to break apart. His iron grip keeps you firmly pressed against his lap, guiding your hips back and forth. A sharp shiver wracks through your spine when Jihoon slips out the tip of his tongue to lick small innocent kitten licks at the skin underneath your ear. You're positively buzzing with untapped energy that he only seems pleased to continue to build upon. Until you are coming undone at the seams.

You're not even sure whether your hips are grinding down on his bulge out of your own accord or his hands gripping the skin of your thighs.

“Jihoon, we should be finishing the track-”

“We've done enough,” he says before reattaching his lips to your neck, this time sucking and kissing violently at your sensitive skin. You're grinding down further, eyes fluttering shut as your fingers weave into the roots of Woozi’s long hair. “What if someone walks in?” you whisper, although, now Woozi is starkly aware that your words are carrying the weight of your own fantasy, “I really think we should get back to work,”

“Fuck me, you smell so good,” He breathes out, pulling back to reveal a flush face. Woozi���s cheeks are ruddy and his wolfcut is in complete disarray under the oppression of your tight grip.

You're moving your hips much more hurriedly against his lap and he never stops you. In fact, Jihoon slyly pushes his hand up underneath your shirt, his palm immediately making direct contact with your pert nipples.

“F-Fuck, Woozi.”

“I know baby, I know,” he murmurs, rolling your nipple between his fingers as your wetness seeps out through your underwear, right onto his lap.

“Shit, baby. You're such a messy fucking girl….” He's absolutely fargone under the gaze of lust. Murmuring incoherence as he pushes his hips up to meet your swollen clit. “My little girl is so fucking messy-”

“Jihoon- I'm gonna cum-”

“No you're not,” he says, immediately stilling your movements, bringing your restless hips to a crashing halt.

“Jesus- what the fuck?!” You're absolutely livid. Your limbs tremble not only, under the weight of your anger but by the strength of the orgasm that was going to wash over you.

“Earlier,” Jihoon says, “You asked me to finish this track but I don't know if I'm in the right headspace to finish it.” Your brows furrow in confusion and your voice resounds throughout the studio as you ask, “What!?”

“I said,” Woozi's hand slyly moves from your thigh, up your torso until he's resting it on the top of your head, as if he were petting you, “I don't think I'm in the right head… space,” he removes the hair tie from your hair, letting the braids scatter down your shoulders.

You immediately catch his drift.

“I've lost so many hair ties around here,” You say, “I'm sure you have a collection somewhere,”

Jihoon's tone is nonchalant as he applies a certain pressure on your head, “Mantle on the east wall, top drawer on the right. I keep them all.” he says before pushing you down, off his lap, until you were kneeling in front of him.

“Now, I need to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, Baby.” He whispers, letting his thumb sink inside your mouth while his other hand unbuttons his slacks.

He is only able to lower his slacks enough to uncover his gardener cock, red and aching before he's pushing your head down onto it. Your lips fall open around Jihoon's cock and he immediately throws his head back. Cursing wildly before fisting your hair in a deathly grip that has you whining around his cock.

“Fuck I love the pathetic noises you make. It's so fucking hot.” His chest rises and falls feverishly as he forces you to take even more of him into your hollowed out mouth. You clench your toes and fight to take him in, until the tip of his cock is hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck!” He hisses, keeping his other hand locked in his own hair as if he's utterly in awe of the sight of you. “You're such a good slut, you know that?” His words of affirmation does a terrific job at motivating you to allow him to steadily fuck your throat. His hips rise and fall from the couch, hitting that spot at the back of your throat that has his cock twitching in warning of his load fast approaching.

You ready yourself to swallow every single bit but it never comes, and Jihoon is forcing your head off his cock. A string of saliva breaking from your lips to the tip of his glistening cock.

“Sit on my cock-” He's already pulling you back onto your lap as if you are nothing more than his plaything. .

“fuck- n-need to cum inside you.” He doesn't take your panties off, only pushing the material to the side before he's spearing you onto his dick with reckless abandon. The tempo that he immediately sets is animalistic and hurried and absolutely sloppy. You fight to catch up.

“Fuck-Jihoon-” Once you adjust to the stretch, you're trapped in a state of interminable lust.

“Move this,” he breathes out, roughly pushing your shirt over your chest, “Need to see your pretty fucking tits,” his hands immediately latch onto your breasts and the sensation of being so utterly consumed by him as you riding his dick faster and harder.

“Fuck, just like that, baby. Just like that, pretty girl.” His head rolls backwards and you shudder as you orgasm sneaks up on you like a thief in the night. Your walls close tightly around his dick and Jihoon's cock twitches inside you.

“Shit- you're fucking clenching around me, baby,” He says, bringing his head back to gaze lovingly up at you-

“Please cum for me Jihoon-”

He's nodding non stop as he fucks up into you before burying his face between your breasts. You never stop riding him, not even when he brokenly exclaims, “Fuck- oh shit- baby I'm cumming- I'm cumming inside you-” and he's spilling his seed before he is able to finish his incoherent string of a sentence. You shudder as he paints your inner walls with his cum holding you tightly and pressing you down on his stuttering hips as if terrified that you might move away.

You have no energy to tell him you wouldn't dare. Instead, you let him hug you tightly, his face pressed into your breasts as he emptied himself inside of you.

“Shit!” He hisses when his orgasm subsides and his load begins to leak out of your puffy, used cunt.

“Thank you for helping me, baby,” He whispers sweetly. The traces of the old Jihoon steadily return and your heart clenches in warm adoration.

“That was all you.” You whispered.

[desparaic]

Imagine Rengoku's son traveling to the past pt.2

Rengoku X Fem! Reader

Also in the future, there’s a long pause after red light arc. Hence tengen already retired in Future Son’s timeline. and [spoiler alert] yes we will absolutely ignore the mark curse

read part 1 here.

“Oh, what breathing technique do you use?”

You ask your…. son? kid? dang you never thought you would be able to say that to a teenager this early in your life, especially when you’re not long into the marriage

“Flame breathing!” He says with a proud grin (why this kid so cute you wanna coddle him to death)

“Following your father’s footstep, I see! Did he teach you personally?” You smile, thinking about your husband teaching your son swordsmanship. Ugh the thought of it makes your heart melt.

“Nope. From Grandfather!”

h

huh?

tafa???

Grandfather??? Like Rengoku’s father??? Your father in law???? The man who can’t even get up and do something else other than drinking and yelling at other people?????

He taught your son flame breathing?????

You are confusion

You ask why didn’t his father teach him instead

“… Anyway! Do you want to spar?”

This kid—

okay, well, clearly he doesn’t want to talk about it. Maybe he’s on bad terms with his father???

But you can’t imagine Kyojuro being a bad father or someone who has a tense relationship with his kids. The last thing he wants to be is to be like his father. You know that. He himself told you that before.

So maybe he’s just in the middle of an argument with his father??? Like… a really long one…

yeah that could be it

So you decide to spar with him (you don’t have anything else to do anyway other than walking around the nearby village)

you kick his butt

It feels refreshing and fun. not because you’re beating your future child.

You never have this feeling sparring with anyone before. It’s cute. You’re experiencing a mother-son time except…. you ain’t a mother yet… but you are— will??? idk

In the middle of sparring (how many rounds has it been??), Kyojuro appears with a big grin, before it fades and he tilts his head confusedly.

“MY LOVE! WHO IS THIS PERSON??”

Hooo boy

Both of you whip your head to see him

“HE LOOKS JUST LIKE ME! HAHAHA!”

Bless your husband, he isn’t even phased that there’s a rando lookin like he’s his clone

BUT YOU HECKAAA EXCITED, about to tell Kyojuro that he’s—

You see your (future) son’s conflicted face contorted to anger, then calm. “Ah. I’ll take my leave right now. I’m thirsty.”

He leaves just like that.

You’re confused

has future you ever taught him manners

Is… Was the argument that bad????

Poor Kyojuro is so confused, looking at the boy leaving.

“Who was that young fellow?”

You explain that that’s his son

His face shows a split second of surprise before it immediately switches to excitement

(he doesn’t even ask how that’s possible like ok)

“HE’S MY SON??? OH WHAT JOY! S/O. THAT IS OUR SON!”

Yes, yes you just told him that of course you know lol

But you’re so confused as to why your son would just leave like that. You honestly expect him to be just as excited to see his dad like he did with you

and so

the chaos and conflicts and confusion and everything related ensues

Practically everyone knows your future son is here

They’re dying to meet him

Uzui is proud of what he has become. Man’s flamboyant. can even take a hard pat on his back! (he nearly died)

Mitsuri is so excited!!! She keeps giving him sakura mochi and all other snacks and talks to him a lot!!! Sees him as her lil bro ngl (tho technically it should be nephew)

Shinobu too is very sweet towards him and tells him he’s welcome anytime to the Butterfly Estate to just have tea and chat (every time they interact your son’s face turns tomato red. does he have a school boy crush????)

Tomioka is just happy the boy talks to him often

its cute. you can tell he admires the water hashira a lot

Sanemi scoffs and thinks he still has a long way until he is strong

like who tf think does this kid think he is

but he supposes the kid has potential

Obanai acknowledges him and greets him even though he scares your son sometimes

Gyomei. Cats. lots of pats. lots of fluff. nuff said

Muichiro always forgets his name

Tanjiro is super shocked but is happy to get along with Rengoku’s future son!! Nezuko takes a liking to him immediately and warms up to him (Zenitsu seething rn)

surprisingly inosuke oddly silent around him at first…. before he inevitably challenges him to a fight

The son ofc know who they all are (he still does not like young Zenitsu)

Also, he nearly spilled Tanjiro and Kanao’s future relationship oops ig at the present they aint tgt yet 🤷‍♂️

They all think he’s great!

But… there is one thing for sure

And what confuses them the most

is that he absolutely hates the mention of his father

Whenever someone brings up the fact he looks just like Rengoku or they compare the father and son, boy gets real upset and angry

Like??? huh???

You’d thinking a kid would be proud to have someone like Rengoku as their father

Apparently not

Kyojuro catches on to this.

I mean, its hard not to tell that every time he approaches the boy, he just pretends the hashira never exist

Kyojuro kinda concerned and worried

And frankly, he’s kinda sad too.

He wants to spend his time with his future son before who knows when he’ll return back to his time!

Eventually, Rengoku catches him a place where the kid can’t escape easily

He asks the kid what is wrong and what is really going on

Dang… it really hurt seeing your own kid (even though technically not yet) glaring at you like that

The kid only grumbles excuses and that’s it

Kyojuro gently tries to push him to open up

Really wants to know what’s going on poor man please give him a break

“I can tell you don’t like to converse with me… why is that? I would love to get to know my own son!”

Rengoku Kyojuro would never expect that sentence would completely make his own future kid snap.

“Son??? Hah. Sure.”

???????????

The??? Audacity???

My man Kyojuro isn’t even phased (again, bless his patient heart) he’s just confused

What does that mean?

“Did… I do something…?”

“Something???? Something…?????” the boy clenched his jaw, “Don’t act like you care.”

… But he does tho.

At this point the flame hashira just wants to know what he did wrong to make him so mad

“Oh, you really wanna know what you did?” He says in such a bitter tone. Whatever Kyojuro did, he musta pissed him reeaaal off.

“Y…Yes…?”

“… Fine. Not like it’ll change anyway considering how easily you threw us away.”

p-

pardon?

“You hurt Mother. You left her when she needed you the most. You left us! Because you think your job is better than this little family!”

….huh?

“I’m… I’m sorry, I don’t und-“

“When she needed you the most, you just up and left her! Just like that! What do you think I’ll feel about that, huh?”

Kyojuro… did that? He can’t even fathom leaving you for a split second! What was future him thinking?

“You left Mother! When I was still… When she was still pregnant and needed you… You chose to go on a mission instead of being there for her!”

“Do you know how much my mother begged you not to go? How she endlessly express her worries and concerns, even though she never doubted you before??”

“Do you know how much it hurt her when you promised her nothing will happen, only for some crow to announce that you died in a fight with an Upper Moon, a fight you could’ve avoided! A FIGHT THAT YOU SO SELFISHLY WENT ON AND JUST DIED?!”

…

Hold on…

Hang on—

What?

—————————

I was supposed to finish this all in one post, but I reached the limit… Gonna post part 3 soon

[bamdelune]

utterly, unbelieveably in love pt. 1 ░ scara x reader modern!au ★ mini series

summary ➜ he has six months to win you over. the famed scaramouche of tevyat unviersity wants the honor of owning a place in your heart. you want to see how far his feelings hold true.

genres/tags ➜ fluff, scara is genuinely head over heels for you, fem!reader, scara is your brother's best friend, courting, new writing style.

Your brother bringing home friends from university wasn't a surprising occurence. He'd do it all the time. The only thing surprising was how a real human being could bear to even form a friendship to someone akin to a persistent little fly that buzzes in the shell of your ear.

This time, the person who welcomed himself through the entrance of your home was none other than the flamboyant Scaramouche. Academic by nature, with ladies and gentlemen swooning over him at every stride of his feet. Sure, a little too confident over the scale but still charming nonetheless. Your brother was on the popular side of the school tier, perhaps it was a matchmade in heaven.

"I'm home." He would say, after the lock clicks free. You were hunched over a laptop on the couch, with a screen that displayed two tabs as you accomplished your essay due in about... seven hours? A hum of acknowledgement slips past your lips, eyes still trained on the bright screen in front of you, too busy to even notice the fact that he brought a new friend today but it was a sight of familiar indigo streaks of hair.

For the next few times, Scaramouche would become a frequent visitor at your apartment and you had grown accustomed to the routine. You would be studying by the time the both of them get to the apartment, you'd acknowledge them, and Scaramouche would leave an hour and thirty minutes later. But today was a different case.

Your brother, being the trustful guy that he is, apparently gave Scara his key to the apartment telling him to go ahead and use it as he did some short errands.

Now here you were sitting in silence with the ever-charming boy from uni, with his eyes shooting glances he thought was subtle enough for you not to notice.

"You've been staring." You begin, your focus shifting from your laptop to his direction, although not directly into his eyes.

He hums, "I'd say the same about you."

Well, shit. Cover blown, does a life in the countryside tickle your fancy in any way?

Heat brushes your features but you are quick to school them.

"I'm curious as to how my brother thought this whole thing through."

Scara tilts his head, eyebrows furrowing in question. "Thought what through?"

"You. Giving you the actual key to our apartment. He's never done that so there's something different about you." Your eyes squint at him suspiciously, hands reaching for the top of your laptop and it shuts it closed. "Why are you here?"

"You're pretty cocky if you think I'm here for you." Scara blurts out in response. You raise an eyebrow at him.

"I never said that though?"

His face flushes a shade of pink and he takes a big interest in the crown moldings of your ceiling.

"You're weird." You mutter.

"Right back at you."

You scoff at his reply, albeit a small tug on your lips curls them upward. Just then the knob of the front door turns clockwise. You send Scara a 'you didn't lock the door?' type of look and he merely shrugs as your brother comes inside.

"I'm home— oh, you really did use the key." Your brother says, settling his belongings down on the marble counter. You swear you caught a small smirk playing on his lips but he was far too quick at concealing it.

From now onwards, Scaramouche would become a reoccuring character in your life. How long will it take for you to fall into the wraps of his charms?

[lovelywritinglady]

Flamboyant Past Lovers

Tengen Uzui x fem!Hashira Reader x Kyojuro Rengoku

Angst, Fluff, Reader is monogamous. Tengen decided that he wanted other wives despite your protests. So you decide to leave.

Your Pov

I have no desire to leave. I’m fact just thinking about leaving makes my heart burn with a sadness I’ve never experienced. The love I had for him was stronger than any feeling I had. I knew leaving him was not going to be easy. I know he loves me, but not enough. He desired a large family which meant more women in that family. The day I met the three women was the day I knew our love died. I wore a fake smile that sad uncomfortably on my features. Not even Tengen noticed how uncomfortable I was and he was good at seeing that. I had no idea that he felt this way because he had never discussed his desires about a large family before. All he told me was that he wanted a family. He would talk about the kids that we would have together and how we would grow old too. I guess he forgot to mention that he wanted to grow old with other women too. He proposed to marry all of us because he claimed to love us all. After that I knew I had to leave him. I guess all those extra days he would be gone were to see them. Or when he told you he had a mission to go on the same time you did, but when you asked him about it he would immediately change the subject. He would talk about how he wanted to be more flamboyant in his life and how he wished he could do more. So I guess this was his solution. When I talked to him afterwards about it and how it made me feel uneasy, he just told me that this would make him happy and that I should just go along with it. Because if I loved him then I would let him marry them. Out of guilt and sadness I said he could because I knew that he would do it without my permission or not. What I didn’t tell him was that I was leaving. For I could not love a man that loves another more than he loves me.

Now here I am packing the last of my things, not like I own a lot. If he wants this big family he can have it. I just am not comfortable with it. And I never will be. He gets what he wants and hopefully one day I’ll be able to be loved by someone who will only love me. I hope Tengen is finally happy and that he gets the family he’s always wanted with the women he’s always wanted. I just wish I had been enough I really do , but now I have to move on with my life. Im one rank away from being a hashira so that’s what I will be focusing on that as I heal from the would Tengen left. I wrote him a letter explaining why I’m leaving and to not look for me because this is what I need to do for myself. He did what he needed for him so now I’ll take care of me. And with that I left our shared home and all of the memories with it. Now I will become stronger so that I can earn the title of Hashira and maybe find someone who can love only me.

Tengen's Pov

Shit I was too harsh in y/n. I wish she understood how I’m feeling about all of this. She should know that this doesn’t change how I feel about her. In fact I love that girl more than I could ever love the other three. Those girls are nice sure and I’m happy to be marrying them, but they could never compare to her. Maybe marring them is not the right call. I probably should have talked to y/n before I brought them to meet her. She did say that she was cool with it so maybe after some time all five of us can be a happy family. Just the thought of that warms my heart. As I walked up to me and y/n and soon to be Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru’s shared home I was welcomed with an uneasy silence. Normally when she’s inside the house it sounds peaceful. But now I’m hearing something that makes me feel worried. I called out for my lover to hear nothing but silence back. I then began looking all over the house and our surrounding property looking for her, but she was no where to be found. Fear filled me and just I was about to leave our home to look further when I caught a glimpse of a beautifully folded piece of paper that had my name written on it. I quickly picked it up and open the paper. As I read I knew the writing was hers. She has always had the most beautiful penmanship. However, her handwriting brought forth something that made my whole body shake with pure anguish. She’s gone and she won’t be coming back. All because I wanted to marry other women. She stated that she desired to be loved by someone who only wanted to love her. That she was leaving so that I could be happy and get the family I wanted. And that she would become a Hashira like me and find herself. The last thing she wrote was that she loved me and she hopes I have a good life. I put the paper down as my vision became blurry and my hand were shaking. She was gone and it was all my fault. She thought that her not being here would make me a happy man. That’s not the case she’s the reason I was happy I was just selfish for wanting more. Now she’s gone. She’ll become stronger while I marry three women I’ll never love the same as I loved her. Despite my sadness I’m proud of her and I pray that she gets stronger so she can accomplish her dreams. And that she stays alive. I will see her again when she becomes a Hashira. I just know that she’ll be the most flashy Hashira of them all.

Two years later…

Your pov

It’s officially been two years since I’ve seen him. In that time I became the mountain hashira.I mastered mountain breathing which has allowed me to become a very strong hashria. And in those two years I found someone who only wants me. His name is Kenjurio Rengoku the flame hashira. He makes me feel whole again like I’m something to be treasured and not discarded. I feel stronger with him and it helps that we are both hashiras. I can safely say that I love him.

Kyojuro and I were walking down the path to the masters house. He has called the hashiras for a meeting. This is my first time officially meeting the other hashiras so I’m kinda of excited to meet them. And I’m excited to see the master again he is someone I trust so when he calls I answer even if that means I have to see Tengen again. I started to remember everything that happened and some of the old feelings came back which made me feel slightly nervous.

“Y/n, y/n, y/n!” Kyojuro screamed

“Oh shit, yeah sorry love what is it” I questioned

“What are you thinking about? Are you nervous to see Uzui again? Or perhaps something else is bothering you?” He said loudly

“I’m not nervous about it don’t worry. He got what he wanted and I’m happy that I’m with you. That’s what I’m thinking about” I spoke to him

He stopped and faced me which caused me to come to a halt. His right hand ever so gently touched my face which caused me to shiver. He then leaned down and pressed his lips against mine for a moment. He then pressed his forehead against mine and looked into my eyes which made me blush by how intense his flaming eyes were. A large goofy smile graced his features and he spoke.

“Whatever happens it will be okay. I know it will. You’re a hashira now and a strong one at that. You captured my heart and my soul. I love you and if seeing him again make you weary I will vouch for you to the master and tell him you were sick or something.” He said with sincerity.

“I love you too Kyojuro. And no the master called for us so I will be there. Thank you for looking out for me, but I promise I will be okay. Like you said I’m strong and you’ll be there so I will be okay. Kyojuro you’re part of the reason I’ve been able to move on from everything. So let’s go the master is expecting us.” I said with a smile.

A little while later we made it to the masters mansion. The other hashira were already lined up outside on the stone walkway of the masters house. Kyojuro and I made our way and I stood next to Giyu who was on my left while my lover was on my right. All of the other hashira are strong people who have killed many demons and saved many lives. I was proud to be standing there with them. However, Tengen Uzui was not present. I began to worry slightly but my worry was cut short by a booming voice of confidence.

“Sorry I’m a little late I was busy dealing with a pesky demon that talked too much. Don’t I killed it in a flashy way to make up for it.” Uzui boasted as he made his way next to Kyojuro.

I straightened my back and kept my eyes forward awaiting the master. Kyojuro managed to sense my nervousness and held my hand which brought me comfort. I felt a pair of piercing eyes on me so I looked to my right only to see Tengen looking at me. His gaze seemed to soften and he sent me a small smile that gave me chills. We looked at eachother for a few more seconds then the master came out and began talking. Immediately I bowed and so did the other hashira to show our respect to him. Soon after we all stood up to see this boy with an interesting scar on his forehead begging us to let his sister who unfortunately became a demon live.

Soon the master decided to let them both live which at first I wasn’t fond of. However, if the master says it’s alright then I will trust him. I just hope she never hurts anyone in the future. Having a demon on our side might actually prove useful. Kyojuro and Tengen both opposed the idea and still do, but I’m hopeful for the future. Kyojuro and I were planning on visiting his father and little brother. As we were saying our goodbyes I felt a tap on my shoulder and immediately I knew who it was so I turned around to greet him.

“Y/n it’s been awhile. How have you been?” Tengen asked with sincerity.

“It has and I’ve been doing quite well. As you see I’ve become a hashira. I mastered mountain breathing. I heard that you married Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru. How are they doing?” I asked with a smile.

“You’ve gotten much stronger and flashier than the last time I saw you. And my wives are doing quite well, thank you” He replied

We stood there just looking at eachother. It was uncomfortable but after two years of not seeing eachother after what we were it wasn’t expected.

“I’m gonna be real honest. I miss you the day you left me broke me to my very core. I wanna say that I’m sorry for what I did. You didn’t deserve a shitty lover. I wasn’t being very flashy by forcing other people into our relationship.” He said honesty

“Tengen I forgive you. It’s been a while and I’ve been able to heal from that. I mean I became a hashira and I’ve been able to save so many people because of it. That’s made my life worth living.” I said while putting my right hand on his shoulder.

“That’s great y/n I have been worrying about you but you’re strong. And I know it’s not my place to ask this but I still love you and I’ve loved you ever since I met you. You made me into the man I am today. I took your love for granted, but I want to try again with you. Yes, I’m married but I still crave you y/n and I want to know if you still love me too” Tengen spoke in a hopeful voice.

“Part of me does still care for you and love you, but I moved on Tengen. I found someone who loves me and only me. I found Kyojuro Rengoku and he’s made me incredibly happy. Thank you for the offer but I have to decline. I believe I have a happy future with him and I love him. Just promise me that you will take care of your wives” I said with tears forming in my eyes. Tengen then wiped them away and pulled me into a comforting hug and spoke.

“Then I’m happy for you. He’s a flashy man and a strong hashira. I hope he can love you the way that I couldn’t. I love you y/n and always will okay. I promise I’ll take care of them. If we ever have a mission together with just the two of us I’ll protect you too” he said in a whisper

“I know you will. Thank you.” I said as a single tear fell down my face.

We pulled apart and I heard Kyojuros voice telling me we had to go. I looked up at Tengen one last time and gave him the biggest smile I could as we said our goodbyes. As I left I turned my head to see him still looking at me and I swear I thought I saw a tear fall.

“Everything okay love?” Kyojuro questioned

“Yeah, I just needed to speak with Tengen about something.” I responded

“I’m guessing it went well then” he said in his booming voice

“It did” I said to him as I held onto his arm on the path to his family home.

I was so happy and content with how my life was going. I knew my life would be hard considering I was a hashira. Yet what I didn’t know was that my happiness would soon be destroyed…

Thank you so much for reading! It’s been awhile since I’ve written. I haven’t had any motivation to do so. Hopefully this is okay! ❤️

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[eris-snow]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩?

Tags: Revelation (Deku's birthday series 2024), izuku x fem!reader, angst, fluff, comfort, shoto being quirky, dekusquad, katsuki,

Masterlist

5th July. Young to old.

To say Shoto was excited would be akin to calling Bakugou mildly temperamental.

Shoto was blessed with a good face, and that in itself brought in hordes of fan girls all dreamily watching him from afar. Paired with his composed countenance and flamboyant takedowns, it’s no wonder every agency has been hounding for him to join them, throwing offer after offer at a guy who hasn’t even graduated high school.

However, Shoto…does have his quirks.

By the time you got back from a sparring session with Katsuki, Shoto was burning down the kitchen with a pot and corn. He must have found a way to jam the fire alarms because the sprinklers were iced over and so was half the kitchen. He turns around and finds Katsuki’s mouth agape. He jabs the spatula in your direction.

“I meant to do this.”

“Die.”

It turns out that it takes 1 hour and 10 people to make popcorn, because Shoto had thought it was a good idea to place a paper tub next to open fire, and even if they were on their way to becoming top heroes, that never guaranteed they knew how to make a decent meal.

In the end, Katsuki yelled at everyone to get out and decided to make the popcorn himself.

—

You snuggle on the end of the couch at your usual spot as Shoto hypes himself up on the mattress in front, like a child finally receiving their favourite candy.

You look comfy, draped in a soft, fluffy blanket because the A.C. was cranked up to the max.

Izuku opts for the closest seat to you, and a pool of relief envelops him when you don’t flinch away. “Excited?” He intones, looking at the screen.

It takes you a second to reply.

“Right.”

He gives you a curious expression, eyebrows pinched in confusion.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You mumble, cheeks pink.

You’re quirky. Certain things that you do, they don’t make sense. Just like Shoto, just like him, when he was keeping One For All a secret.

The slight pause when you take a look at him, as if you’re present and absent at the same time. The little things you would smile sadly about when they were seemingly random. It didn’t make sense, but then again, none of you did.

The war messed everyone up, and it had taken him time to find the pieces of him and put himself back together.

“You’re going out of school tomorrow, right?”

He laughs when you give him a look, shaking his head. “I saw your bag packed for tomorrow when we cleared your room the other day. Visiting parents?”

You clear your throat, nodding. “Yeah. I need to give them something.”

There was another reason too, but this was something you decided you had to do alone. “But I’ll be back by afternoon Sunday.”

There’s a beat of silence before you change the topic.

Eyes fixated on the screen, you say, “You know, when I think about all the fans and the people out there who see us, I find it funny how juxtaposing it must be if they were to see us like this.”

Izuku lets out a breathy laugh. “Well, we’re not just heroes. We’re high schoolers. Movie nights are normal.”

The smile on your face is genuine, and suddenly, you look a little less far away. “Yeah. They are.”

We’re high schoolers, Movie nights are normal.

The tension in his shoulders eases a little at his own statement because saying it out loud makes it easier to believe.

There are sides of us we don’t want other people to see, a side from the public, and a side for personal life. Izuku doesn’t believe in two-facing his way when the press is interviewing him, but he understands that privacy is a luxury that is best held behind his mouth and under his tongue.

But you’re right. Some facades of people are best viewed behind closed doors.

—

It’s the silent whispers both of you make to each other about the movie. Izuku can never really lose the muttering, it’s part of his DNA by now, and you add on absentmindedly because it’s second nature.

The jabs, the random comments. Everything. Nothing.

“What will you do, when you grow up?’ You remember asking. You’re not really paying attention to the movie anymore, but the concept scares you. You’re able to cling to Izuku because of your dream, but what if your dream isn’t enough to hold you two together anymore? What if you aren’t enough?

“I’m gonna be the number 1 hero!” You say simultaneously with Izuku, and you laugh when Izuku looks at you with utmost surprise.

Maybe you’re drunk, if you could get drunk on air. (It’s probably hormones, blame it on the hormones.) Invisible tequila swirling around, wouldn’t that be a fascinating Quirk?

“Sorry, stupid question.” You laugh, eyes droopy. “I’m sleepy.”

What will you do, when you grow up?

Izuku used to tuck you in when you were children. He’d drape a blanket over you and doze off next to you on the couch. Later on, when you both were older, he’d let you take the couch and he’d sleep on the floor. Idiot, you would say, because this was his house, he should be comfortable too.

Now, at the tender age of 17, you drape the blanket over yourself because you know you can’t keep depending on him anymore. Izuku won’t be there for breakfast every day. He won’t be there to share his meals with you all the time because he’ll be working 24/7. He won’t be there to hold you when nightmares plague your slumber. He won’t be able to tuck you in.

You try to imagine him doing that for someone else. You try to imagine them kissing him goodbye and him waking up next to someone pretty inside out, unblemished and untainted instead of someone cracking and bursting at the seams. You’re not depressed, but it feels like you’re just surviving, not living, like someone bobbing their head above the water for a second before going down under the waves once more.

Or maybe he’d love someone as broken as you? That would be salt on open wounds.

What will you do, when you grow up?

“Ahh, it hurts,” You say to yourself, smiling deliriously. The world is grey. The world is black.

What will you do, when you grow up?

I’ll remember you, you think lazily. I’d try a million ways to get you out of my head, but I’d fail. I’ll keep loving you, even though it’s hopeless.

I’ll keep our memories, for the both of us, Zuku. Because that’s what I know you’d want me to do.

When you sleep that night, it’s dreamless.

[kimbap-r0ll]

Heyy can u do riddle + anyone u want with a s/o who acts like dazai Osamu? Preferably fem reader but it doesn't matter that much

Tnxx ^^

Hi! I feel bad but I've never gone into this series before, so I just researched the character beforehand. All I know about the series is that it's based off of real-life authors but with a bit of a mafia/detective thing going on haha.

Riddle + Idia with a Dazai Osamu!fem!reader

Riddle

First off, he doesn't like that you act a bit more...carefree. You don't seem to care that much about the fact you're behind on five assignments and you disregard his scoldings a lot. Because of this, he first has trouble liking you

However, you are also shown to be witty and actually very clever. He does admire you for that, being able to trick the Octavinelle trio more than once and always getting perfect marks on your exams (even if you say you never studied). He likes playing chess with you btw

Riddle does worry sometimes about the darker parts of your personality, especially with how you want to die with a significant other but in a, well, deliberate way. He won't say much since it's your beliefs, but just know that he does care for your well being

He might say out loud that your dramatic actions are annoying and distracting, but he does find it really cute. If you ever tease him for staring at you for too long though, he might go red haha.

Idia

First of all, how he ended up with someone so eccentric is a mystery. He thought that you would choose someone more flamboyant like Rook, but you approached him instead and he thought he was dreaming

You were amazing, not only would you joke around with Trein but you could outsmart Riddle and Azul on more than one occasion. He admired you, but he didn't think you would like him

The idea of dying with you is a bit...unnerving? Especially after the ghost bride incident he might be a bit uncomfortable about your fascination with this idea, but he might understand it a bit as well. Being with you forever doesn't sound that bad after all, but you didn't have to go out and tell him "we should die together!" on one event haha.

Overall, I feel like he would find you to be comforting, sort of like an opposites attract kind of mindset. He does find you to be wonderful to be with, even though he might have to get used to your dramatic personality.

[ambyandony]

Hi! Quick question for you, hopefully it won't be, um, rude, but I just want to know your opinion and stuff

The question is, uhh, why is Squalo so afraid of being feminine in your fiction? I mean, not only in the fiction but I think I saw this in one of your comics too- So yeah, is that really such a big deal? The fandom often makes them out to be a completely normal hetero couple, if you know what I mean, and I just want to know, like, why is that so

Why can Tiziano, even though he's Catholic, be feminine, but Squalo can't? As I understand it, he is not cisgender in your works, but on the other hand, it seems that nowhere is it indicated that he has like, a terrible unbearable dysphoria, usually you indicate that he is just… unsure of himself, as I understood

And it seems that in both anime and manga, Squalo seems to be quite a flamboyant anyway, considering that he was drawn directly from a woman, like Tiziano

hi okay!

interesting ask.

my interpretation of Squalo is very specific and also heavily based on my fanon backstory for him.

I'm going to try to be as thorough as I can to try and help you understand since you seem confused, and I've kinda been holding back on giving Squalo's whole backstory so I could reveal it later in fic form so like. fic 'spoilers' ahead if anyone wants to wait until I reveal it in story form

I'm sorry if I come off as really aggressive here I'm not trying to be mean or sound pissy or anything? so first off:

no it's not a big deal but it's a big deal to him. It takes him a while for him to come to terms with himself - a lot of the Squalo in my comics where you see him being worried about being fem - you can assume they're pre-VA and close to his transition, so he's particularly sensitive and insecure and relying on Tiziano to reassure him.

He's also! very, very oversensitive, for various reasons; because of toxic masculinity, he's scared to show that he's afraid or sad or upset in any way other than turning it into anger - except with Tiziano; Tiziano is the only person who he feels safe crying around. But because of that, his emotions tend to seem wildly exaggerated; he sometimes acts angrier than he is, and when he does express his other negative emotions around Tiziano, they've been bottled up so they seem excessive sometimes

they are both men gay men they are men in love they are not hetero i do not care if the fandom 'makes them out to be' a 'completely normal hetero couple' whatever that means. I also don't give a single shit at all how much the fandom feminises Tiziano and puts him in a "female role" just because he's got long hair and gorgeous eyes if that's what you mean. I'm not batting for heteronormativity and / or homophobia!!! They're gay men. They are two men in love. Both men. There's no 'male' and 'female' in the relationship because they're both men I just want to make this painfully and abundantly clear. and either way. the fandom doesnt know them like i do

okay so why is squalo terrified of being seen as feminine and tiziano is just chilling

I understand how someone who doesn't feel the way I do might not get it, especially since I basically haven't addressed Squalo's backstory (that I came up with) directly, so I'll elaborate on my interpretation of Squalo and my backstory for him:

It's because he's a trans man, and i guess you may not have gotten this but essentially yes he does have crippling dysphoria. maybe I haven't made it super clear but. Squalo has been unbearably dysphoric his entire life (pretty much ever since (unfortunately) developing a concept of gender roles as a kid). and it's specifically especially due to his horrible upbringing situation and the relentless bullying he went thru as a kid (not to mention he never got diagnosed for most of his mental disorders, e.g. ADHD, possibly Autism, Anxiety, etc.) squalo is like if i never figured out what was wrong with me and never got medicated

For Tiziano: a very specific interpretation of Tiziano I have is that Tiziano is incredibly secure in his masculinity? which is why he's fine embracing 'femininity' because he doesn't feel the need to prove himself to anyone? He's literally just chilling, like he knows he's masc. He doesn't care if other people think he's fem. Not his problem. Like. all his 'feminine' stuff he doesn't even see it as feminine it's just. stuff he likes. hes very firm on the "clothing doesn't have gender" stance. I have no idea what Catholicism has to do with him being secure in his masculinity, but also, he's only "especially" religious in the Rockstar AU (I think?). He doesn't even have internalised homophobia. He's just got the Sex Before Marriage shame (and he gets over it real easy because he wants Squalo so bad). The whole Tiziano-never-dated-before-Squalo thing I have established is sort of a constant, but that's not because of Catholicism; it's literally just because he's a sucker for romance and wanted to fall in love first. but he's? demi/aro-spec despite being homosexual, so the only person he ever actually fell in love with happened to be Squalo

Anyways Squalo's desperation to not be perceived as feminine in certain depictions of mine is also probably linked to trauma? like childhood trauma / child abuse.

to make a long fuckin story short, Squalo has a lot of siblings, his dad was always working, and his mother was just generally massively transphobic and abusive towards him specifically and refused to even acknowledge him as a boy. so his insecurity is kind of just a direct result of his mother fucking hated him (and probably shouldn't have had so many kids, let's be real) . Squalo was desperate to be seen as a man, so now he's paranoid that he's not Good Enough As A Man If He's Feminine, and if people start calling him a woman, he may just actually kill himself. genuinely (this isnt an exaggeration Squalo has been genuinely suicidal over being denied his own identity in the past)

He gets better about it over time (in particular, after he gets his surgeries), and the longer he's got the 'right' body and is with his beloved boyfriend, the more comfortable he gets in his masculinity (to the point he may be fine being somewhat more "fem" - though I will say I personally can't remember specific examples in canon of him being particularly flamboyant? granted i have the worst memory) but he is sometimes still anxious and insecure and afraid that he isn't good enough

hope this helps clear things up !!

[intheorangebedroom]

Pleased to meet you, a drabble

Summary: you and Benny have been dating for a little over three months when you finally agree to go hiking with him.

Pairing: Ben Miller x French fem!Reader.

Rating: Explicit 🔞

A/N: @nicolethered, this is a very humble gift for you, my dearest, dearest friend. I know smut is not my strong suit (unfortunately), and I wish I could present you with a much better gift, because you deserve the absolute fucking best, but I did do my very very best to give you the Benny I think you might like. You've given me and this fandom so much. Happy birthday season, ily ♥

I'm tagging every one, I hope no one will mind, because I managed to sneak in a little bit of plot, and, of course, subliminal mentions of Frankie 😜 (I can't help myself)

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A drabble: Proud Mary

You’ve got to give it to this country, it really knows how to do autumn. And autumn is the one thing you love but could never fully enjoy in Paris. A city with a dense urban fabric, there’s not enough space for nature to perform its flamboyant swan song in crimson and golden gradient, the parks and public gardens too tidy, too tamed to your taste. 

In your late 20s, you would rent a car and spend the last week of October by the Normand or Picard shores, on your own, and revel in the colours you’d find along the road. Until you met Éric and, a couple of years into your relationship, he started demanding you stay by his side and accompany him as he attended the many parties and diners of the rentrée littéraire, the most important time of year for French publishers. 

That memory belongs to another life, however. Almost to another girl, it seems. 

Comfortably sitting on the leather seat on the passenger’s side of Will’s truck, your forehead pressed against the window, you take in all the shapes and shades of trees and bushes you can’t name in any of the languages you know. Your new boyfriend’s solid presence next to you, driving under the fiery canopy of an undergrowth country road. A little too fast for your liking, but that’s just how he does everything and, to be honest, you don’t mind, really.

Benny likes the outdoor. He thrives amidst nature. As soon as you two started dating, back in July, he began asking you to come with him on hiking trips upstate, exploring national parks the size of your hometown. You can spend entire afternoons picking pebbles and shells underneath the chalk cliffs of Picardie’s coast, silently observing the rising tides of the Channel, but you’ve never gone hiking, so to speak. You didn’t even own a good pair of walking shoes until you had to gear up for this trip.

This time you said yes, your heart wrapped in an unknown, warm embrace at his enthusiastic and spontaneous reaction. A wolfish howl and a little jump, before he grabbed his phone to text his brother that he needed to borrow his truck, the Mustang far too precious to drive on graveled and dusty country roads. 

What convinced you to come is precisely this: the undeterred fondness with which he steadily reacts, every time you try and push back. The space and time he never fails to give you to be you and do your things. 

And, of course, the prospect of a real North-American autumn. You don’t care what everybody says, you just like autumn. It is, hands down, your favourite season. You’ve debated it over countless times with Rosie, who, of course, only loves summer, laughing at her perennial final and closing argument, “you can’t prefer fall because it’s basic, and you’re not.” 

She says fall, you say autumn. Inches and centimetres, flat and apartment… 

Besides, autumn has Halloween. And that’s the one holiday your gothic heart not only tolerates, but love. The hypothesis -the hope- of being visited by the dead, once a year. You were never good with closure, goodbyes or mourning. The concept of the departed lingering about you keeps you going. 

In an essay about death and its perceptions throughout history, you once read that the idea exists, in one form or another, in many different cultures throughout the world. That it’s about the living convoking the dead to help them prepare as they enter winter. 

Winter sure is bleak. Christmas’s supposed to be fun, you suppose, if you have a functioning family. Which you seldom ever had. No, winter is not your thing.

No light, no hope. 

You wonder what this winter is going to be like. Probably the best you’ve had in a long, long while. 

You’ve got pure sunshine sitting next to you in the truck.

A khaki cap worn backward over his overgrown blond strands, his last haircut a distant memory, he’s wearing his usual worn-out dirty blue jeans that have you questioning whether he owns a second pair, and a faded blue shirt over a camouflage t-shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbow, his strong forearms on display. His massive frame dwarfs the spacious cab of the truck. 

He hooked up his phone to the car’s stereo and Johnny Cash’s Live at Folsom is blasting through the old speakers, his own baritone resounding in the cab and sinking into your chest as he sings along to The Long Black Veil. It’s one of your favourite songs from this album, and you can’t get over how fond of this man’s voice you’ve become in only three months. It’s warm and comfortable and when you try to describe his laughter, the only word you can come up with is “luminous”. 

He sings more and more often when you’re around, and you wonder if you can consider it a tangible proof of your fast-growing intimacy. Or perhaps he’s always singing, and the only reason why you get to hear it more often is because of the increasing amount of time you two spend together. It doesn’t cross your mind you might be the reason why he constantly sings. 

Forgetting about the landscape for a moment, you set your gaze on your boyfriend, his tall figure and his soft face. His brow furrowed over his dark eyes, mirroring the lyrics’ somber melancholy as he joins in the chorus. 

She walks these hills in a long black veil 

She visits my grave when the night winds wail

You found a common ground in music with blues, folk, old country and vintage rock. Old habits die hard and at first, you feared he would impose on you the music plastered in loud album covers on his band t-shirts, Kiss, Metallica, Iron Maiden. You’d been agreeably proven wrong. For that’s not Benny. Benny makes everything easy. Benny adjusts. 

You reach out for his thigh and give it a little squeeze, affection expanding your chest. His expression shifts immediately as he takes his eyes off the road to look your way, flashing you a flirty wink and a toothy grin. Oh, he’s a performer, alright.

You can’t help but laugh and skate your hand a little higher along his leg. 

Hank William’s Alone and Forsaken is next in queue on his playlist, but Benny’s mind is not on the music anymore. 

Every so often, his eyes leave the open road as he throws sideways glances at your thighs with about as much subtlety as a kid trying to nick candy from the kitchen cupboard, and you observe this little choreography with a bemused smile. 

“You know I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing leggings in the city,” you say halfway through the song.

“That’s a shame because your legs look damn good in it. And your ass–” he trails off, narrowing his eyes with an explicit humming sound. 

“But what’s the difference with my black jeans, for instance, the skinny ones?” you ask casually, as if he just didn’t light up a small fire in your core. 

“I don’t know. It’s just— it’s not the same,” his voice drags and dips lower on the last words.

It sounds like he’s still singing even when he talks. You start to blush like a bashful teenager, so you immediately counter, opening your legs wider and propping your left knee on the bench. 

His eyes return to the road, with a shake of his head and a chuckle that says you’re not playing fair.

Ike and Tina’s Proud Mary come up on the stereo and momentarily interrupt the game. 

“Oh I love this song!” you exclaim as you lean forward to turn up the volume, “sorry, but I’m gonna sing.”

“Why you’re sorry? You got a nice voice.”

“How would you know that?” you whip your head towards him with an accusatory look. 

“Heard you sing under the shower. I love the smell of your shampoo,” he provides with an apologetic, endearing smile.

“Well I’m singing to this, anyway,” you reply, now downright flustered. 

The song still at its spoken preamble, your voice is a little shaky as you tune in to the first Nice and easy. 

You flick your eyes up to Benny’s and find him already staring you down with a hungry look.

But there's just one thing…

Pulling on the safety belt to give it some slack, you slide on the bench to get closer to him, his eyes flicking rapidly between the road and your lips.

You see we never do nothing nice and easy… 

You rest your right hand on his inner thigh and bite down a victorious smile when he sharply inhales, straining his gaze straight ahead.

We always do it nice and rough…

Your voice turns husky on the last word, a smile lifting the corner of your lips. Head tilted upward, you softly speak into his neck, letting your breath fan the thin blond hair on his nape, and rear back just enough to see them stand up. 

So we're gonna take the beginning of this song…

You scoot closer still, pointedly pressing your breast against his side, his hands gripping the steering wheel, a growing bulge straining against the fabric of his jeans. 

And do it easy…

You poke out your tongue, tracing the shell of his ear, nipping at his earlobe, as he draws in a sharp breath with a hissing sound, his grip on the wheel turning his knuckles white.

But then we're gonna do the finish rough… 

The last word comes out of your throat in a rumble, your hand quickly sliding over to his throbbing erection as you cup him through his pants, pressing down with the flat of your palm.

This is the way we do–

“Ok, that’s it!” he barks, and your laughter tinkles.

—

The truck is parked on a light slope where Benny steered it precipitously, on the side of the road, coming to a halt in the middle of nowhere, barely deep enough into the woods to hide it from view. You slide on the leather bench when you move your leg to straddle him where he came to meet you on the passenger’s side. Your leggings lie on the car floor in a rumpled heap next to your new hiking shoes, and you grasp the headrest to regain your balance. 

“You’re a fucking menace,” he pants, unbuckling his belt before raising his hips to slide down jeans and briefs in one hurried motion. He’s fully erect now and his smooth cock bobs against his clothed belly.

“I was only singing,” you object, giving the blond curls at his base an innocent little scratch before taking him in your hand.

He feels heavy and warm between your fingers, and you want to play with it a little, but he already ripped open the condom’s wrapping in his haste. You take it from him, with a breathless whisper of “lemmedoit”, and you push him against the seat back, pinning him under your gaze to make sure he looks at you when you lick a broad stripe into the flat of your palm, and give him a couple of hard, long strokes. 

“Fuck, woman, just let me inside you, already,” he exhales, his head lolling backward against the headrest. “When you gonna let me fuck you without a rubber, baby?”

You’ve only ever let one man do that, and it’s not something you want to be thinking about right now, so you shut him up, plunging forward and moulding your lips onto his, fisting him harder. He deepens the kiss immediately, licking inside you like a starved man, fucking your mouth with his tongue as he sits up straight and grips your ass, kneading your soft flesh. 

He pulls out to ask, “You wet for me, baby?”

“Huh huh,” you answer, nodding, chasing his lips, but he’s not done talking. Benny likes to talk. 

“Good girl,” he says through another cocky smile, “gonna fuck you fast and good.”

You’d have slapped Éric for calling you a “good girl”, instead you feel another rush of slick pooling down your core, trickling down your spread thighs, as he slides you back on his lap by the flesh of your bottom.

“Been wanting to rip them leggings off your ass since I picked you up this morning, you won’t be able to walk when I’m finished with you.”

You want to shoot back that it defeats the purpose, but he doesn’t let you, skating through your folds and sliding his rough fingers over your entrance, rewarding you for what he finds there with a broad smile. You jump lightly at the exquisite breach when he slides two digits inside you, a hand still loosely wrapped around his length, the one holding the condom lying limply on the car bench. 

“Fuck, listen to that,” he says at the squelching sounds of your wet pussy, as he roughly thrusts his fingers in and out, thinning your clit, his eyes darted down onto where he’s opening you for him. All you can manage is a lewd moan and a hooded look.

“Come on, baby, wrap me up and put me in,” he orders in his musical voice.

He’s still fucking you on his fingers, and you chase his hand a little longer, rocking shamelessly into it, before you finally comply and unroll the condom down on his length.

“Don’t tell my brother what we did in his truck.”

“Jesus fucking– what exactly do you think we talk about when we–”

You can’t finish your sentence, for he just knocked the air out of your lungs, shoving his cock inside your warmth all the way down, after swiftly withdrawing his fingers from your cunt, seizing your waist with one hand and lining himself up with the other. Benny moves surprisingly fast for a man of his size and his strength. Must be all that training for the fights.  

Your forehead drops against his, your head heavy and weak with the sudden spearing sensation. There’s been no nice, straight to rough, his feet are planted firmly on the car floor and he fucks up into you at a dizzying pace, holding you down on his cock with both hands around your waist, a nearly bruising grip, and for a moment there’s nothing you can do but take it. Thinking about how much you like that he’s always in such a hurry to give it to you. 

“Shit, that sweet pussy of yours,” he groans into your mouth, before kissing you again, and he makes it messy, bestial, licking into your mouth with unbridled hunger, it’s absolutely delicious, the way he devours you, always. Somehow your brain resurfaces and you brace a hand on his chest, tugging his hair harshly with the other. You know he likes it, when you pull, and scratch, and bite, and he groans with delight at the sting.

Fisting the fabric of his t-shirt, you shuffle your knees closer to him and start meeting him, rolling your hips in rhythm, fucking him right back, earning yourself a low and strained “fuck yeah” that reverberates in your stomach, the friction of the leather burning your skin.

His right hand skates around your curves to the cleft of your ass, and he tentatively presses there, but you shake your head no, and his voice is like sandpaper on wood when he asks, 

“When you gonna let me fuck that gorgeous ass, baby?”

You tug on his hair harder, then let go, cupping his chin and sliding two fingers in his mouth to silence him. When he responds with an unexpectedly soft suckle, your cunt clenches around him, and his eyes flutter shut, his head rolling back as he groans.

You bear down on him and grip him again, as tightly as you can, and his hips fall out of their rhythm, his fingers clutching your ass in a twitch. You make a mental note of it, so you can give it to him again, later, before biting his jaw for good measure. 

He puts all his strength into the following thrusts and a loud moan escapes you. You might not be able to walk once he’s done, after all. 

“Make me come, Benjamin, I don’t want anyone to walk on us.”

He gives your fingers a hard suck and releases them with the popping sound you’ve come to associate with him.

“Ok but I’m fucking you again as soon as we get there, from behind. And I’m coming on your ass.”

He slides down over the edge of the seat and place both his large hands back on your hips, grinding you back and forth on his cock, ruthlessly, like you weight nothing, your clit rubbing against his pelvis. He’s stroking deeper, harder, brushing against that spot that makes you lose it, the angle is mind-bending, your vision turns white and you brace your hand on the car’s window, your whining voice desperate when you try to warn him,

“Oh shit Benny, I’m gonna come, shit, gonna be loud, can’t hold it–”

“That’s right, baby, sing for me.”

****

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[13eyond13]

Sorry if this a annoying, but it is a thought I want to know if you have considered.

Do you think that a fem BB would kill using poison, or a bit more passive aggressively, will find 'friends' and 'decoys' to pin the murder of the people she has taken life from, will as well put on a disorganised mask of normalcy. Will forge fake evidence and might target the women around her a bit more because they are 'easier' targets. Emotional manipulation and distortion would be what she weaponises a lot.

Do I think fem!BB:

Would kill using poison: possibly, since canon BB experimented with his murders a lot. I think he always tried something different each time, almost in a scientific experiment sort of way. Or kill a bit more passive aggressively: B is probably THE most passive aggressive character in the entire series, I would say? Almost everything B does is extremely indirectly antagonizing. Which is a funny combination with how unsubtle and campy and over-the-top flamboyant B also is... Will find "friends" and "decoys" to pin the murders on: I certainly can imagine fem!BB making fake friends that she plans on maybe using in the murders somehow, but maybe more so for victims than for people to pin the crimes on? A huge part of B's character is that B REALLY wants attention and to be noticed in a personal way, not to escape being noticed altogether. If B DID pin the murders on other people, I think it would still just be another step in the game that the investigator would find to be just another clue or a red herring/misdirection that would continue to somehow lead them to finding B. Will put on a disorganized mask of normalcy: Disorganized for sure, I think this is probably B's attachment style in the "attachment style" theory. B was actually trying to appear abnormal in canon a lot of the time, but was also apparently able to trick people into trusting him with things like investigating their child's murder. I think B is a pretty good chameleon who likes to prey on emotionally vulnerable and easily targeted people most of all, and maybe way more socially adept than he appeared to be when posing as L. Will forge fake evidence: Depends on if it will lead the investigation back to B or not, because I think being personally noticed and getting more recognition and attention is always kind of B's goal (positive and negative attention both seem to be enjoyable to B)... Will target the women around her a bit more because they are "easier" targets to emotionally manipulate: Definitely would target people's weaknesses and prey on their emotional vulnerabilities a lot, and I could see her focusing more on women for some reason if she had some sort of notion that it would be easier to do that than to target men. Guilt-tripping and throwing herself big pity parties and frequently lying and violating social norms and boundaries would be extremely common emotionally manipulative things for B to do.

[ms0milk]

the Hashira & their favorite pet names

| Hashira x reader

a/n: no Muichiro bc baby. the reader is fem-leaning

i swear i write for other fandoms, i'm just consumed by the power of these flamboyant fucks

Kyojuro

i obviously and firmly believe this man calls you one of three things

My Love

My Darling

Dear

(y/n if he’s worried)

kyo is nothing if not a gentleman

he thinks sweeping romantic terms of endearment are obviously the only way to address his partner-divine

there’s almost no argument to be had over this

he likes for you to call him by his first name

he thinks it’s so intimate

nothing fancy just

Kyojuro

it makes his heart dance

he was such an outgoing child that he wanted to call everyone by their first names and have a bunch of really good friends

which came on a little strong for the neighborhood kids, guests at the house, his father’s pillar teammates, strangers at the market— kind of anyone he was ever introduced to

so his parents told him

“kyojuro, when two people love and trust each other very much, when they’ve known each other for a long time, they use their first names. those are your closest friends, the ones who see you like your family.”

his eyes got all wide and he stared back at them and said, “like you two.”

so

here we are

i would stake everything i have for this man’s happiness. im a wreck

Tengen

in my head

this man

kind of talks like a mob boss

not quite but i don’t know how else to describe it

his favorite things to call you are

sweetheart**

**primarily

babe

princesses (derogatory)

he’s a bit of an informal guy but he’s got his husband priorities straight

using pet names shows the rest of the world you belong to each other

you and the wives are all warming up to calling each other by your first names

which is adorable

and tengen is trying to get the three of them to stop calling him Lord, since it makes him feel a little weird in his day to day, with neighbors and whatnot around

not needing to know all his shinobi business

he was never a Lord to you so this isn’t a habit you’ve needed to break

calling him Tengen so casually kind of made everyone’s head spin

in private though

i know this man is an animal

i just KNOW

he likes you calling him all kinds of “M’ Lord”

and speaking sweetly & formally

not always, just *special* occasions

Giyuu

this one’s not spilling his secrets to me no sir no how

hmm

my best guess is

honestly

your first name

if he’s feeling frisky

maybe a y/n ✨chan✨

but never over the top with this one

he’d much rather keep it simple; openly being in a relationship seems romantic enough for him

the fact that anyone knows anything about his personal life is a miracle

i WOULD LIKE TO CLARIFY

this does not mean the man isn't a f r e a k in other scenarios

that's for a later date

for himself, he much prefers romantic acts over cute pet names

even just calling him Tomioka in public seems a bit melodramatic to him

but when you lean in close to his ear

early in the morning over breakfast

in the thrum of the market

so he can hear you over the sound of a noisy corps party

or at night when you're tucked in together

and whisper

"baby~"

he sputters

Shinobu

she is a perfect

miserable

little menace

i'm in love with her

in public she'll usually either call you by your first name or call you Honey

H o n e y 🍯

my heart burns for her

also in the rotation is

Angel

pretty standard pet names

but just imagine her soothing voice saying them

not so standard anymore no sir

the menace behavior starts exactly where the sweet facade ends

when she brushes past you in the lab

or kisses you goodbye

she likes to tack on a little possession

"my sweet Y/n"

"goodbye my angel"

K.O.

she started doing this before you even got together

but even in a crowded room she always made sure you were the only one who could hear it

which made you feel like you were slowly losing your mind but that's besides the point

bc now you’re her's 🤷🏽‍♀️

she likes it when you're possessive right back!

"g'morning my sweet baby"

and you can really get her flustered if you say it in public

pull up to a Pillar party at HQ with a:

"Kocho! my darling, where should i put the snacks i brought?"

there's so few ways to get this girl off her game for a second

this is one

Sanemi

okay okay okay

not big on outward affection

but sanemi is a loving guy!

spends every day working hard so his brother can have a normal life

even if he commits manslaughter along the way

when it come to you though

loving ≠ sweet

he loves you, but he also quite likes you

which means trouble

joining tengen's quasi mafia club

when he's feeling soft enough he likes to be wickedly sarcastic

"c'mere dreamboat"

"oi sweet cheeks you're hoggin the bath scoot over"

he only calls you y/n when he really wants to fluster you

or if you're in trouble

or if you get lost at the market

and he always says it real calm

he likes one name the most though

Peach Girl

loves peaches

he's an ass man

he's also a whore

so when you call him by his first name

(which does not happen often)

he short circuits for a second

and he loves

L O V E S

it when you call him 'sir'

you technically work for him, so this a professional curtesy

until it is very unprofessional

but no matter the context it makes him feral

you have him wrapped around your little finger

you're playing cat's cradle w his limbs

Mitsuri

i Know it seems obvious

she LOVES pet names

duh

but you're not ready

for the absolutely outta pocket shit she comes up with

"sweet-chariot-who-pulls-back-the-curtain-of-night, where are you?"

girl

"my-heavenly-little-bug! i missed you"

"you look so cute ender-of all-sadness-on-this-the-sacred-earth"

GIRL

if someone's around when she's calling to you they always feel the urge to say a m e n

a simple "baby" will not suffice

although anything you call her, even Mitsuri, knocks her out for an entire afternoon

unconscious

sweating

on the floor

you had to talk to her about her over the top terms of endearment

it was a little distracting to hear a whole hymn in the breeze and try to figure out if it was a passing procession of monks or your girlfriend calling you downstairs for dinner

she she settled on a few unusual, but effective names

ladybug

dove

baby doll

and every now and then she's allowed a my-sun-and-my-stars

Obanai

everyone's favorite hardass

i'm gonna have to make a soft dom <--> hard dom list for the hashira, don't let me forget

bc this gentleman

this one

uses your name as a punishment

he's soft and sweet with his Love don't get me wrong, but much like Shinobu and Sanemi, he likes to use his words to get to you

he likes to work you up with low whispers while you're making breakfast or finishing up work late at night

he'll get your attention by calling your first name, then brush your arm and murmur something fully uncalled for

he's a very private individual tho

so never in public, even if you're alone

anywhere other than your property, he's pretty formal

but get him sleepy enough

he's all "sweetie" this "sweetie" that

he can even be a little whiney about it if he's exhausted

because he's strict about his demeanor in public and because you know how worked up he can be in private

you like to tease him where you can

maybe you'll "accidentally" call him cupcake when wishing him luck on a mission with his teammates

"accidentally" ask for Iguro when checking in on him at work

all to get him to say your name angrily a little later

otherwise

pretty vanilla when it comes to terms of endearment

he's also a huge self-loathing softie

so he LOVES it when you when you call him something sweet and a little silly

"Plum, do you need anything from the market?"

"good morning Sunshine!"

this extends to Kaburamaru

call that sweet snake "lovebug" one time and Obanai's whipping out the ring

pls love this gremlin softly

Gyomei

hmmm

i honestly don't see this man in a deeply sexual relationship like some of the other hashira

but in an otherwise romantic or personal relationship! this man's the goat

always asks what you prefer to be called and then never ever messes it up

he thinks names are powerful

gyomei does not trust easily, but once he's let you into his life he is deeply committed to your happiness

so we've got another first name lover over here

there's only a handful of people he's close enough to to call by their first names, so that in and of itself is special

he likes the same treatment

respect = respect

but that doesn't mean his heart doesn't catch in his throat ever so slightly when you say "hime..jima" for the first time

he doesn't even cry

life is mostly a righteous reminder of suffering to him

but when you slowly make sure you're saying his name right that first time

smiling

he feels warm

[elusiveimp]

Blooming Panic Boys Parenting Headcanons

Hello everyone! So, I binged this game over the New Year’s weekend and I’m OBSESSED. Sooooo expect a LOT of BP content coming your way. Here’s the first dose with headcanons for the boys’ thoughts on kids and being parents (minus societybozo and salo). I wrote this with a fem!MC who can have kids. Please let me know if you want a more neutral version!

Quest

Is floored that you want kids with him 

“Are you sure, angel? Not that I’m not happy to have them! I just…” 

He didn’t think he’d make it out of his gang or prison alive

Let alone meet someone who loves him the way you do

Or that you’d actually want to have kids with him

There would be a lengthy discussion about it where you guys go over all the positives and negatives

But if you’re in a place where that’s what you want, he’s happy to give it to you

I mean he’s really happy to, if you know what I mean ;)

Laughs and cries when he sees the positive pregnancy test, kissing you all over and hugging you to death

Does fret over the idea that his kids will hate him for his record, so be sure to reassure him that they will adore him 

Because they absolutely will

If you have a girl, she’s the quintessential daddy’s little girl

If you have a boy, he will try to emulate his dad as best he can

If your child is nonbinary, they’ll still love their dad to pieces because Quest is the most supportive, understanding dad ever

Xyx

Jokes about them being a great tax right off…

…until he learns that you’re serious

If you thought Quest was floored, this man is in a whole ‘nother solar system

You want kids… with him?! 

Are you mad??? Or just plain crazy???

Barely believed you want to be “with this mess” 

So the fact that you love him enough to want to have his child is just…

Needless to say, the man is sobbing when he finds out your pregnant

He’s going to be a dad???

He didn’t think he’d make it to 25, let alone meet someone who wanted to have kids with him

Pampers the hell out of you during the pregnancy

Doesn’t matter what he’s doing, he will drop it the second you text or call him

Does freak out over the idea of being a father and fucking his kids up

Ends up talking to and bonding with Quest due to their shared fears and experiences

Which helps him calm down surprisingly well

He’s still scared, but he knows he has you and a support system

Total papa bear

Nightowl

Honestly, this man is too afraid to be a parent - which is perfectly valid

Between his fear of passing on his trauma and his mental health, kids are the last thing he needs

He might be open to them later in life (like late 30s-early 40s)

But he’s also the type to prefer having furbabies instead

Would likely get involved in an organization for mentoring kids though

Doesn’t plan on it initially, but after hearing the kids’ stories and lack of support, he’s happy to step up to the plate 

Best big brother ever

Supports his surrogate siblings with everything in him 

Might even consider fostering or adopting as an extension of this down the line

He just wants kids to have the unconditional support and love he wished he’d had growing up

Kids adore him for his kind and flamboyant side and also his laidback demeanor

He adores their energy and creativity 

Toasty

Takes him a minute to understand what you’re asking of him

Then once he does, proceeds to spit out whatever drink he might have been drinking

WHAT?!

You… want a kid with him???

Is nervous tbh

Doesn’t have that great of experiences with other kids growing up 

And his parents were rather distant and hands-off

So, like owl, he’s afraid of passing on his trauma

However, he is more than willing to listen 

And after some deep talks about it, he would be open to it

Resolves to be the most loving, doting father ever

Will be strict on them here and there, but his kids basically have him wrapped around their fingers lol

Is supportive and hands-on in everything that they do

At every recital, game, awards ceremony, etc. 

When he finds out you’re going to have kids, he practically worships the ground you walk on 

Says you’re “spoiling him” with a surprise like this 

Also mindful of the kids that may have grown up like him or have fewer privileges, he sets up a trust and scholarships for kids in his field

Definitely lets his kids braid and play with his hair

And he will get on a call no matter how good or bad they look 

Because he’s a proud papa who loves his children’s work

Two2

I’m sorry, you want to have what with him???

You… love him enough for that? 

In tears and hugging you for dear life the second you ask him 

Of course! Nothing would make him happier than to have a family with you

Is rather, ah, eager to jump to the process

The thought of your belly round with his kids just does something to him 

So you’re getting in practice whenever and wherever you can

Twirls you around when you get back the positive result, laughing and crying and smothering you in kisses

The proudest papa that ever was

Fawns over everything his kids do

“Babe, babe! Look!” 

“Honey, they’re just babbling” 

“But it’s so CUTE!!!”

If y’all have seen FMA, he’s basically like Hughes with Elicia and Gracia

Constantly talks about his wife and kids, showing pictures to anyone he can

The kids adore their papa and would fight anyone who tried to hurt him, especially his baby girl

Onionthief

Is…kinda stunned you want kids with him 

He was shocked you were even into him initially

But this is literally the man’s dream

To have a happy spouse and family???

That he can take of???

The man is through the roof

Though, he’ll try and hide it badly

Has many in-depth and detailed discussions about it 

He naturally wants to make sure this a carefully planned and wanted pregnancy

Is over the moon when you tell him the result is positive

He holds back if in public, but in private, he’s kissing you senseless and thanking you for bringing joy into his life

Very dutiful husband and father that juggles work and the home

Because he refuses to let you raise a finger to help him while you’re with child

“You’re already doing more than enough work. Don’t worry, I’ll handle everything else”

Which you actually find rather sexy and make sure he knows all night long

Is a strict, but understanding parent

Reads every book he can get his hands on about parenting styles and fetal development

Asks everyone he knows with kids plenty of questions

Makes sure that his kids know that he loves them and only wants to best for them

Though not to the point where they sacrifice their health

Learns to mellow out some with kids

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

heyy it's the giyuu simp hiding in your request box ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ mind if i sneak in another request :> just gonna slide this with a belated valentines day card

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may i request a giyuu x reader headcanons? where its just giyuu and the reader living a peacefull and happy life with their kids, just fluff of how their every day life goes and giyuu with his kids :D maybe even some headcanons of the other pillars meeting the kids and his s/o (feel free to change the idea ofcc i don't mind if you write it at all (~^.^)~)

Hello fellow Giyuu simp lolol

This sounds really cute! Of course I’ll write it! ʕ◡ᴥ◡ʔ♡

This turned out to be very long haha hope you don’t mind :)

Giyuu x Fem!Reader with Kids!! ♡

AU: Life Without Demons

♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡

♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡

Giyuu was the first to ask for kids. It was a shock since you’d figure he’d be too nervous and insecure to think he’d be able to be a father. But he loves you too much to not have children with you. He just can’t picture his life without you and both of your guys’ children in his future.

“Y/N...” he approaches you timidly, “I have um something to ask you...” he kept fidgeting with his hands and struggled making eye contact. His cheeks starting to burn. “What is it, Giyuu??” He sat there a bit, his brows knitted together as if he’d trying to figure out how to compile his sentence. “Let’s have children!” He finally bursts out boldly. You were taken back for a second but smiled wide and hugged him, agreeing with all of your heart.

Giyuu didn’t want too many kids. He only wanted about two children. (Maybe three children he’s thinking on it 👀) And that’s what you both had. One boy and one girl. The boy took more of your looks but also had a good mix of Giyuu as well. He ended up taking his eyes and messy hair but had your hair color and overall facial features. The girl was a very good mix between the two of you. The boy was the eldest child.

Giyuu was the type of parent to spoil his children a lot. You often had to stop him because it got hard for him to say no to them a lot of the times. But when it came down to it, he knew when to be strict and stand his ground. Like if one of your children throws a tantrum for not getting the toy they want, Giyuu would have a stern tak with them about how they need to learn the importance of being told “no” and to handle it like a “big boy/girl”

Giyuu would also do whatever it takes to help you with anything around the house or with the kids. He’d also do anything to spend as much time with his children as possible.

Giyuu also secretly loved it when his kids would get nightmares and ask to sleep with the both of you. He really loved sleeping next to his family and would often invite the kids into the futon even if they didn’t have a nightmare that night. They’d always get really excited and join without hesitation. He also LOVES holding their hands. He loves how tiny and soft they are in his large, calloused ones. He also really loved having them ride on his shoulders

When it came down to being the good cop bad cop, you both had an equal share between it. I can see Giyuu being pretty strict but not to the point where it’s suffocating. He’d still take extra precautions to make sure his kids are safe and don’t get into trouble. He also tries to come to complete understandings with his children when they’re in disagreements with him. He’d sit and talk with them and make sure they don’t feel invalidated or hurt. Sometimes though, he’ll have to put his foot down and tell his children to listen to them and not question his thinking. He’ll often try to come back to them later and explain again.

Kamboko Squad and Pillars’ Reactions to First Born (and general interactions with kids)

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When the news got out to everyone that you both were expecting children, they were all so very excited.

You were a few weeks pregnant and Tanjirou (and the rest of the squad) came by to visit and he was able to smell it off you. You were a little shocked how he was able to notice until he explained how his mom smelled a certain way when pregnant with his siblings. Then it made a bit more sense. Kind of.

Poor little boy teared up because of how happy he was for the both of you. He was so happy to see Giyuu with the love of his life and now starting a family. Inosuke got all those fluffy things around his head. He was very soft and gentle around you and it was really cute. Sometimes he’d just stare at your bloated stomach and it seemed like he was having a psychic conversation with the baby lolol.

Nezuko was very excited to meet the new baby and couldn’t wait nine months! Zenitsu was really happy for the both of you and it really warmed his heart to hear the baby’s heartbeat. He also got very scared for you because he heard that giving birth if very painful and he’d never want to go through something like that either.

They all saw your kids as their own little siblings, especially Tanjirou. Tanjirou is very good with kids so they ended up liking Tanjirou a lot and would often beg you to let him visit more often so they could play with him. Nezuko also saw them and her own siblings and would always volunteer to knit/fix their haoris if they ever got damaged. She always brought snacks (usually toasted rice crackers) for the kids when she visited. She also helped with cooking dinner when she visited.

Zenitsu loved playing with them. Until one day your son found a worm and showed it to Zenitsu and he freaked out and thought it was a snake for a second. He started to become more wary of your son from then on.

Inosuke shared his boar mask with them and would let them ride on his back as he ran around. He also visited one day with a nicely wrapped box (wrapped by Tanjirou) and gifted it to your kids. You and Giyuu were very confused to see that it only had acorns in there.

You had Shinobu do regular check ups with you to make sure the pregnancy was going well. Despite her constant teasing, she actually told Giyuu how happy she was for him. This really warmed his heart and he couldn’t thank Shinobu enough for all her help. She helped with both the pregnancies/deliveries

Mitsuri was so so SO excited to meet the new babies!! She seemed more excited than you and Giyuu! She loves babies and thinks they’re really cute. And the fact that it’s going to be yours and Giyuu’s baby??? Geez, that just makes it 10x more adorable!! She really really wanted to be the first friend to hold the baby so you granted her wish. She was crying so much, she was so happy.

The baby’s cheeks became very red from how much Mitsuri pinched them. She nicknamed him her “Little Mochi” because of his squishy cheeks. (and she nicknamed your girl her “Little Sakura”)

Obanai kept trying to deny how happy and excited he was. “Hmph! I don’t do babies. Not at all.” But then he saw its cute, little chubby cheeks and couldn’t resist. He then vowed to be the greatest uncle to your baby boy (and girl once she visited the world)

Kyojuro was really excited to meet the baby too. His booming voice scared the baby and made him cry so Kyo learned to be more quiet around him. He was so nervous holding the baby but then got more use to it and didn’t want to hand him back. He wanted to hold on to the little boy forever!!

Muichiro was mostly dazed out but waved his finger in front of him and your little baby boy held onto him. Muichiro got very happy. “Y/N, Y/N! Look! He’s- he’s holding on to me!!” You’ve never seen him smile so wide. He’d often visit and be like, “Can I play with him today? I’ve missed him.” And he’d play with him for hours! He was the same with your little girl as well once she came around.

Sanemi kept trying to act all tough. “No! I don’t care about kids! Least of all babies! I couldn’t care less about Tomioka’s stupid ba-“ his eyes widened when he saw the baby. Then you saw the most softest smile on his face for the first time. He hugged the baby tight to him and didn’t let go or move for a while. He might or might not have teared up. But you swore with him that you saw nothing 👀 He’d make plenty of ohagi for the kids and make some extra for you and Giyuu. Giyuu was very happy to see Sanemi opening up a bit more and glad he became better friends with him as well.

“Tch, don’t get too comfortable, Tomioka. I’m only here for my niece, nephew and Y/N.” He was teasing he loved Giyuu too.

Tengen and his wives were all over the baby! His wives loved the baby so so so much!! They even planned out a baby shower for you when they heard the news so a lot of your baby stuff came from them! Once he finally joined the world, all of them teared up from joy. They all took turns holding the baby, playing with him, bouncing him on their laps. Tengen said that if you or Giyuu ever needed help, him and his wives were right there anytime.

The wives loved playing with your daughter! They’d often do her hair and make it really pretty. They’d also often spoil her with new pretty kimonos and hairpins and always said, “Once she gets older, we’ll always have girls nights out! Do all kind of girl talks and girl things! It’ll be so much fun!!”

Tengen got the baby a whole bunch of shiny jewelry and was like, “Ha! Now your baby boy shall be flamboyant! Even more flamboyant than he was before!!” He also secretly found it extremely adorable how he looked like a little baby Giyuu at first. Then he grew to have more of your facial features and it just made it even cuter for Tengen. He had a little soft spot for your daughter because he thought having a daughter would be very precious so he’d literally do anything for her (and would protect her with his life)

Gyomei was SO happy!!! He of course teared up too and was very very gentle with him. It was kind of cute seeing such a large man hold such a tiny little human. It’s like he could fit them each in one palm. He was one of your go to nanny’s and he’d always wear a pink apron when looking over the kids. He’d spoil them with lots of baked sweets. Everytime he visited, he always had a new beaded necklace to gift them. They ended getting too many and he stopped at one point. But he still gave them one on their birthdays

Shinobu found babies/kids a bit icky since they do have many bodily fluids they can’t control and sometimes don’t wash their hands but she still did normal check ups with them and was very good with them. She’d often visit with some new toys for the kids. She even got your daughter and little butterfly clip. Your son felt left out so she got him one too. For a while both your kids refered to her as the “Butterfly Lollipop Lady” since she gave them lollipops after every doctor visit. She’d just smile chillingly at Giyuu and say, “Tomioka-San, I figured you’d at least teach them my name after all I’ve done for you and your wife.” She was just teasing, she secretly loved her nickname

Shinobu also really loved listening to the baby’s heartbeat through a stethoscope. She also loved putting her hand on your belly and often talked to the baby. She’ll never admit to anyone else but she really enjoyed doing these things with both your pregnancies

[jd-loves-fiction]

Can i request headcanons for Gojo with a fem!bestie? She's also a jujutsu sorcerer, and it's just as chaotic as he is, and everyone else thinks they're dating or at least are fuck buddies because of how they treat eachother, (aka, they normally be like "your ass looks really good in that", or "Y/n if you keep eating my fries imma rail you" "Honey, you don't need an excuse to do it") i feel like they would have the trust level to walk on the bathroom as the other showers to ask something about where they left the groceries and no one cares. (I'm Ace so please don't hint anything romantic, it's just friendship)

Basically the representation of "Best friend" by Doja cat and Saweetie

Thank you so much if you decide to do this, i don't normally find blogs who are ace friendly 😭✨💖

🌑sorry that i worried you by taking too long hun🥺, but here it is i hope you like it, also I'm not ace but i still really like platonic fics and i think there should be more! And I'm glad to help with that :)

❖ 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 ❖

Totally would

Due to his flamboyant personality, I feel like these types of interactions would suit him🥴

Loves the chaos😌✋ and so do you

Y'all constantly give Shoko and Nanami, even Megumi, massive headaches🥲

Like they already can barely stand Gojo, imagine that x2 🙃

The whole flirting thing definitely turns some heads

Especially because apparently Gojo's quite popular with the ladies

So they might be looking at y'all with jealousy or just plain confusion😐

Cuz y'all together is a lot

Getou definitely thought y'all were fucking for quite some time but didn't say anything, only to be laughed at when he seemed surprised to find out you weren't 🥴

Shoko doesn't care much tbh

She just be living her life🤷‍♀️

Utahime seemed genuinely concerned at the possibility of you and Gojo being an actual thing, even going as far as to urge you to break it off💔 - another one that got laughed at

Honestly i can totally see y'all playing it up to make fun of people 🙃 cuz it's just so funny to see people's faces when y'all keep being super explicit in public

If you're like Gojo, you've got no shame so it's fine🥴

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ 𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 ~

Part III

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oh god this was a fucking pain in the ass to read through i cringed at every sentence so hopefully my pain will be your pleasure

Taking pictures of you - MASTERLIST

ONE｜TWO｜THREE

Unlike any other day you couldn’t get out of bed. A boulder of nervousness plaguing you. Through the cracks of the blinds the sun shined in, small particles of dust floating around your resting figure. You were wide awake yet you felt asleep, your thoughts consuming your mind as the dimly lit room became brighter as time ticked on.

You were thinking, perhaps overthinking. This whole situation with Hyunjin seemed confusing and happened way to fast, your psyche not having a moment to digest the events that unfolded during the last couple of days.

Love was a feeling you were familiar with. You knew how it felt. Those butterflies in ones stomach, fluttering everytime a thought of the person passes through your ones.

You felt the same feeling everytime you thought of Hyunjin.

How his soft lips would feel against your cheek that was hot from just looking at his beauty. How his blond hair falls in his face everytime he puts it into a ponytail, his silver decorated fingers tucking the stray pieces behind his pierced ear. These thoughts alone would make your heart beat faster than ever, you eyes clouding with lust even if you knew that this relationship would be impossible given the status the both of you have in this judging industry.

Pushing the covers aside, you sat up before slowly stepping out, your feet hitting the cold flooring of the apartment. You stretched your arms upwards, feeling your spine extend as you squinted, a ray of sunshine hitting you right in the eyes.

The boulder in your chest didn’t feel any lighter but you still got up, wanting time to fly by fast just so you could see his face once again.

♡

No amount of mindfulness exercises could calm the churning of your stomach. The clock in your living room ticked as you watched it with careful eyes, waiting for the time to hit precisely half past before you got up from the couch and shuffled over to the wardrobe, only being stopped from a pling on your phone.

[Bangchan] y/n! can you come by in about an hour? need to discuss some concept photos, sorry for such short notice ❤️

That’s when it hit you. Bangchan didn’t know anything about this. He didn’t know that you’d seen the photos from the shoot and most importantly that you went on a date with the photographer. You could only describe the feeling as ‘improper’. Bangchan was after all one of the closest people in your life, he made you to who you are today and lying to him felt wrong but you shielded your eyes from the truth as you typed back.

[y/n] soz, got plans

[Bangchan] I don’t see any other meeting scheduled for today?

[y/n] you do know that I have a life outside of work? take the day off Chan, you could use some rest ❤️

[Bangchan] Don’t worry about me! You have fun alright?

[y/n] alright, see you next week then ^^

You clicked on the off button on your phone, making the text messages disappear. Getting paranoid, you plopped down on the couch, thinking about every possible way you could get caught which you’d already been, photos of you and Hyunjin circulating throughout social media but they mustn’t have reached Bangchan just yet. You felt like digging a hole underground, wanting to hide away from all these thoughts. The main thought in your mind was whether or not you understood Hyunjin’s intentions. 

What if this love was one sided? 

Waveing your hand in the air, you attempted to get the mind out of your head as if you were breaking up a cloud of real thoughts. You glanced up at the clock and only then realised that you were running late, as usual.

“Wear whatever you want”

Was what Hyunjin said last time but that didn’t make it easier to choose an outfit. Standing infront of multiple racks of clothing you pulled up the weather application on your phone. “Sunny” you mumbled, making you gravitate towards a beige croptop with white stripes around the neckline as well as a white tennis skirt. Not too dressed up but not too dressed down either, just right. Clothes were flying everywhere when you searched for a pair of white socks to pair with your white high platform sneakers. You put the outfit on, observing yourself in the mirror and smiling, trying to get yourself in a better mood rather than being a nervous wreck. Pulling up your phone, you snapped a picture and sent it to the person who knew best about fashion. Jisung.

[y/n] Sungie! Is this acceptable for a impromptu photoshoot?

The fashionable boy replied minutes later.

[Jisung] oh!! that’s so cute! very much acceptable in my book 🥺

You smiled at his reply

[y/n] phew! good... 

[Jisung] is it a date?

Your fingers froze above the keyboard on the phone. Was it that noticeable? Was this really a date? 

[y/n] no!!!

[Jisung] you sure, i saw those photos on social media. ahh.. y/n dating famous photographers now...

By this point you were sweating bullets. 

[y/n] first of all, i’m not meeting him and second of all, he’s a friend so shut it. 

[Jisung] hahah alright alright... i won’t tell Bangchan

[y/n] you have nothing to tell!! we’re friends just like you and I so be quiet otherwise i’ll come over there with balloons, popping them in your face.

[Jisung] oh wow... im so scared...

[y/n] need to leave, if i hear something about you spreading some rumors i’ll seriously do it.

[Jisung] Photo Attachment.

The photo that popped up was from yesterday and your breath hitched. You couldn’t help but to notice the way Hyunjin was looking at you, his eyes filled what seemed like adoration. 

[Jisung] yeah because that totally doesn’t look like a date

[y/n] DON’T TELL BANGCHAN PLEASE

[Jisung] oh so it is a date? alright, i won’t! have fun and be safe

[y/n] be safe? we’re taking pictures, not drag racing

[Jisung] hahah stop playing innocent

Your eyes widened in realisation.

[y/n] you crazy fucker

[y/n] I WILL DESTROY YOUR ENTIRE WARDROBE IF YOU DON’T SHUT UP I DON’T SLEEP ON THE FIRST DATE

[Jisung] Whatever you say

Thanks to Jisung you were now running dangerously late leading to you snatching objects from all corners of the apartment before ordering a cab that would arrive in minutes.

♡

“We’ve arrived, miss” the cab driver says, smiling at you through the rear-view mirror. You thank him and step out of the yellow car, a smell of car exhaust hitting your nose. The cab drives away, leaving nothing but a small cloud of smoke. You looked up, almost not seeing the tip of the building as the skyscraper towered over you. You’re beside the busy road, mouth agape. You’d walked by a couple of times but knowing that you knew the person that owned at least a bit of the building made you giddy. 

You walked in and was greeted by a grand lobby, a front desk as big as the wall behind it. The entire place was filled with people, everyone from business men in suits to trainee models in the most flamboyant outfits. Fishnet stockings, heavy chains and distressed jeans that consisted of more air then jeans material. The sun shined through the many glass panes that made up most of the ceiling and the slight breeze of the air conditioner made this whole vibe of the building comforting. 

“Hi! y/n y/l/n, meeting Hwang Hyunjin” you say to the receptionist that was a relatively old woman, probably in her early 60′s. She was wearing a white button down shirt with her hair in a high bun, a couple of gray strands sticking out. Her red painted mouth contorted into a smile. 

“y/n, Hyunjin said that you could make your way to his office without the guards. You must be a close friend” 

You smiled shyly with your warm cheeks, looking at either side of the desk where two tall buff men were standing, wearing walkie talkies on their black vests. With a small nod, you started speaking. 

“W-where exactly is his office?”

“Floor 20, his main office is in room 03″

“Thank you!” 

You quickly shuffled over to the elevators, pushing the button that lit up with orange light emitting. 

PLING

The doors to the elevator opened and you stepped inside, a couple of office workers joining you and pressing the necessary buttons to make the elevator lift off. 

You step out at the 20th floor, looking around at all the intricate wall design, everything inspired by ancient greece which explains the broken vases that were scattered across the hallway in the most unconventional places. They were all encapsulated with glass and standing on tall white pillars, the vases looking rather sad, being in a spectra of ashy grey colors, every single one of them falling apart. 

Stopping, you observed this one vase that caught your attention. It had swirly details around the edge and was shattered in a rather beautiful way. It made you think how even the most broken pieces still carry beauty, beauty unique to only oneself. 

“It’s pretty right?”

The voice sounded familiar and warm, almost as if it had anticipated your arrival. 

“y-yeah, it really is” 

You say turning around, nearly jumping up on the wall when seeing the figure that looked back at you. It was Hyunjin.

Yet again, his presence was astonishing. Everytime you met him it felt as if you’d met him for the first time. The blond boy was standing tall in front of you, wearing a black hoodie, black basketball shorts and a matching headband. A backpack was thrown across his one shoulder and a smaller camera around his neck, everything about his appearence looking completely different from the last time you saw him, his style usually more sophisticated. 

“On your way to meet me, yeah?” he asked and you nodded shyly. 

“My office is the other way, you know?”

You lifted your gaze to look at the tiny sign on the wall that pointed in two directions, you were walking down the hallway for offices 20-40 by accident and you smiled awkwardly, scratching the back of your head. 

“I didn’t know heh...” 

“It’s alright! Come with me, I was on my way to the studio”

“What room is that? Your office?”

“No, the room next to my office, come! I’ll show you!”

He grabbed your hand and you felt your body stiffen as he dragged you down the hallway, his hand not being decorated with statement rings this time, instead feeling soft and warm. You blanked out, your legs walking by themselves. 

He stopped at a brown door, a tiny gold sign saying « 04 » and beside it a transparent sign stating that this was a photography studio. Hyunjin opened the door and dragged you in, closing the door behind you.

A cold wind hit your warm body, the air conditioner blasting it’s breeze with a faint sound. The room was wide, one wall being made completely out of glass, stand close enough and you could peer down the bustling city filled with people, cars and buildings. The typical photoshoot setup was already in place, the camera being propped up infront of a white backdrop, a white pilar in the middle and two boxlights standing unlit behind the camera. In the corner stood a vintage brown leather couch, the swirly metal details were concealed with a layer of chipped gold paint. Beside the couch stood a simple white table. A black bucket rested on the floor and upon closer inspection you noticed plants, multiple stems of eucalyptus poking out, wrapped in cellophane.

“What are these for?” 

You sat down on your knees infront of the bucket while Hyunjin was pressing buttons on the camera that was screwed onto the tripod before walking over to the table and placing down the camera he had around his neck, his backpack lying lazily on the floor. He looked at your crouching figure, the corners of his lips going upwards.

“I thought they’d suit you”

You held in one of the stems, turning your head and looking at his shy smile, his dimples sitting playfully on the sides of his cheeks. You giggle, standing up and leaning against the white pillar, holding the plant in your both hands. 

“Do they?”

Hyunjin walked towards the steadied camera, bending down and peeking through the lens.

“They do”

click

Your eyes widen, him snapping a picture without you paying attention.

“Hey! I wasn’t even prepared!” you chuckle, pointing at the blonde boy with the long plant that was dripping at the stem. 

“Nature is a bit more beautiful when caught off guard, don’t you think?” Hyunjin says, his honey-like voice, echoing through the room.

You nod, staring down at the leafs of the plant, rubbing them between your thumb and pointer finger. 

click

click 

click

“Try leaning with your butt against the pillar and with one foot fully on the side of the pillar”

You did as he told, the pillar being surprisingly stable.

“Tilt your head and look down to the right”

Once again, you follow his instruction and he hums in satisfaction before pushing the button on the camera twice.

click

click

Your warm face turned into a smile, laughing loudly from embarrassment when he observed the pictures on his display. He snickers quietly from shyness, a faint blush brushing across his features as his brown eyes were glued to the screen. Hyunjin peeks up from the camera, seeing you looking down at the backdrop that was filled with ashy grey shoeprints. 

The sound of his footsteps got closer until you saw them in your periferal view causing you to look up at his tentative face. He smiles, displaying his pearly white teeth and crescent shaped eyes before stretching his hand out, feather light fingertips grazing your hot cheek as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, your dainty gold earrings now visible. Hyunjin’s hand lingers on your jaw as he looks at you with a gleam in his eyes, you gulping loudly as your gaze lowers to his pouty pink lips. Leaning forward, Hyunjin tilts his head, attaching his lips onto yours, your heart skipping a beat from the comforting feeling of having him close to you. 

You drop the fragile twig on the floor, kissing him back by pursing your lips and tilting your head as well. The romantic tension that has been bubbling on the surface everytime you met had finally subsided, now the air overflowed sexual tension. 

Cupping his blushed cheeks, you deepen the kiss my licking his plump bottom lip, coaxing his tongue that eventually slipped into your mouth. His hands were firmly planted on your waist, pulling you closer to his body that radiated heat in the already scorching summer weather. 

The two tongues danced around in a impatient manner, the two of you dreaming of this moment since meeting. Hyunjin’s hands roamed over all the valleys of your body, placing his hands on the bottom of your butt, pulling you even closer, close enough to feel his semi-erection against your abdomen. Your eyes spring open in realisation, your body melting in his arms as you felt the effects of the deep kiss, the effects being you unable to control the wet patch that was forming on your underwear, nothing but the thin fabric seperating it from the air due to you wearing a skirt. 

Pulling away from the kiss, your hot breath and a line of saliva was the only thing that seperated you and Hyunjin. You shielded your face from his twinkling eyes, you glancing at the blonde boy through the gaps between your fingers. His two hands grip your wrists, pulling your hands down as he smiles widely

“Don’t hide that pretty face”

Hyunjin giggles, your chuckles following shortly after. The boy grips your wrist tightly, walking backwards as he looks intensely into your eyes, his back falling against the couch as you sit down on the couch on your knees, he looks at you for a moment before attaching his lips again, pushing you down and hovering above you. The wet sounds of the sloppy kiss fills your ear, you helplessly rubbed your thighs together in anticipation. His fingertips trailed down your chest, tracing small circles on the inside of your thigh before plunging down under your skirt, grazing the wet spot on your underwear. The both of you smile into the kiss. 

“Can I?” Hyunjin says, momentarily pulling away from your sweet lips and tugging on the edge of your panties. You nod shyly, not believing that this is happening. 

His lanky fingers run up and down your wet folds as you put your hand at the back of his neck, pulling his blushing face closer to yours and pursing your lips to kiss him sensually. Hyunjin’s fingers gently brush up against your clit that was swollen from excitement, sending shivers down your spine. 

You knew this was wrong, the door wasn’t even locked meaning that anyone could walk in at any moment but the way lips felt on yours made a thousand fireworks ignite, sparking from your chest. Wrapping your hand around his wide wrist, you guide his fingers down to your sopping entrace, your entire body craving him inside of you.

Hyunjin places once last peck on your soft lips before looking at you with concern, asking for permission with his fluffy brown eyes. You nod, your eyelashes gently fluttering over your eyes. His middle finger slips into you with ease, shortly followed by a second finger from seeing how good your cunt swallowed his digits, your essence coating them. A faint gasp escapes your lips as his fingers felt around your velvety walls, the whole situation still feeling like a dream. 

“D-does it feel good?” 

“mhm!” you hum, nodding your head as your grasp around his wrist tightens everytime he curls his fingers upwards. Small whimpers came from you as his fingers started pumping in and out, the blond boy chuckling at your reaction. 

“Did you think I was innocent?” 

The question lingers in the air as you look at him in the eyes.

“Y-yes,,,” just as the question you let the answer hang in the air as Hyunjin hummed, being knuckles deep into you and curling his fingers upwards once more, making you choke on your own moan. Hyunjin nodded slowly, glancing down at your body as he thought.

“It’s because,,, because you’re shy,, different from the others.” You added quickly, filling the silence that was soon interupted by your whimpers as the so called ‘innocent boy’ started circling your sensitive bud with his thumb. 

“I think you’re different from the others, you make me like this baby”

Hyunjin said, seconds later crashing his lips against yours, his tongue attacking yours. He retracted his fingers, the tips coated in your juices and glistening in the sunlight. You whined inbetween kisses, the feeling of being empty leaving you disappointed. Hyunjin’s veiny hands trailed up your stomach, pulling the croptop up and resting it just above your boobs, your white bra exposed. 

Hyunjin pulled away from the kiss, the both of you breathless as the kisses you exchanged were anything but light. His two damp fingers made their way to his mouth, licking them with a slight smirk on his lips. You could go crazy from the sight alone, his big brown eyes turning blank with lust. Not being able to control yourself any longer, you sat up on your knees and pulled off the top, unclasping your bra while you’re at it. As the fabric hit the floor, Hyunjin’s eyes darted to your bare tits, the wind from the air conditioner stiffening your two sensitive buds. You looked at him with a jumbled expression, him staring at your nipples for what seemed like an eternity. You hummed softly, causing him to snap back into reality, the blond boy pulling the black hoodie up from his head, displaying the defined muscles on his abdomen. You wanted him, you wanted him so bad. 

Your knees hit the floor with a thump as looked up at Hyunjin, knealing between his two legs and watching the tent in his loose shorts grow. 

“Do you really want to do this,, y/n,, you don’t have t-”

You hushed before speaking.

“Don’t worry, Hyunjin” you say with a stern voice making Hyunjin shiver, not knowing if it’s from your tone of voice or the way his name rolled of your tongue.

The blonde boy grabbed the small camera that was resting on the table, you looked up at him with confusion before smiling at his pleading eyes that met yours. You nodded, knowing exactly what he wanted to do and giving him permission since you never knew if he’d get to see you like this ever again. 

You hook your two hands on the sides of his shorts and underwear, pulling the fabric down as Hyunjin awkwardly lifts his hips up from the couch for a moment, allowing you to slide the both garments down in one nimble motion. His veiny length sprung out, the tip hitting his abdomen for a moment before resting infront of your eyes, a bead of precum already leaking from his delicate slit. You gulp, the task of sucking him off suddenly seeming daunting. Hyunjin must have noticed since his face turned concerned, a half smile flashing across his lips. 

“y/n,, you don’t have to-aghh!”

Hyunjin was cut of by his own breathy moan, your pursed lips wrapping around his leaking tip, licking small kitten licks before sinking deeper down his impressive length. Hyunjin’s blonde hair fell out of his face when his head rolled back in pleasure, resting it against the back of the rustic couch. 

“f-fuck y/n,,, just- just like that”

He hummed out, his sweet voice intoxicated with desire. Your tongue swirled around his pretty red tip, simultaneously stroking the part doesn’t fit inside of your wet mouth. Multiple shutters of the camera was heard, his hand barely stable enough to hold it due to the pleasure that was shooting through his core. It didn’t take long before his dick twitched against you lips, your cheeks hollowed as bob up and down his girth. His eyes rolled back into his skull as his hand went down to cup your cheek, your eyes stinging with tears as you choked around him. Pulling off with a pop, his dick glimmered as a heavy layer of saliva rested on it, his already warm body turning hotter. He looks down at you, a smug half-smile errupting on his lips as he continued to stroke your cheek, his thumb grazing your cheekbone as he flicked through the photos on his camera, the half-smile now a full on expression of happiness. The two of you sat like that for a while, the silence engulfing the room as you observed his indescribable features. His sharp jawline contrasted with his soft skin that had a dust of rose pink across the cheeks, his moles adding to his charm. 

“Fuck me, Hyunjin”

The words slipped out of your mouth, his brown shiny eyes widening before being overtaken by a blank gaze, placing the silver camera back on the tiny table. 

“You thought I would stop here?”

Now it was your turn to be flustered, his sugary sweet voice interlaced with the cocky words making you even wetter then before, if that’s even possible. Without answering, he pulled you up to the couch by your hand and laying you down before realising what he forgot. The blond boy reached for the baggy backpack laying on the white floor, unzipping the front pocket and fishing out a condom. You nodded shyly, feeling your hands getting sweatier from nervousness, not really sure where to put them. Hyunjin noticed your gaze that was running all over the room, your body slightly tense. The boy snickered, ripping the shiny wrapping open with his hands where veins had started to become apparent. 

“Something wrong?” He asks shyly, placing the condom on his leaking tip before rolling the rubber onto his length. You shake your head.

“J-just thinking,,,” you say, your voice fading out at the end. 

“About?” His voice inhibiting a questionable tone as he holds himself up above you, his elbows on either side of your head. 

“A-about,,, you” 

That was a lie. You thought about how this would end up being disclosed to your company and your friends, Felix would snap your head if he found out that you slept with Hyunjin. Did it even have to be disclosed? Couldn’t it just be a secret between you and Hyunjin? As much as you wish that it could, it simply couldn’t. Not working in this industry. 

Hyunjin smiled softly, his hand trailing down the curves of your body before lifting up the fabric of your skirt, his fingers pushing your panties aside and feeling your throbbing pussy once again. His caramel eyes looked into you the entire time. 

Lifting himself up, he positioned the tip of his member at your sopping entrance, you chuckling softly as he gripped your hips but your chuckle was quickly replaced by a loud gasp, his dick stretching out your tight pussy better than you thought. 

“Are you ok, y/n?” 

He said softly, his dick not even halfway in but already jerking from your welcomingly wet and warm cunt wrapping around his crimson tip. You nodded, looking up at him. 

“Pl-please,, keep going Hyunjin”

The blonde boy blushed, his ears turning red. Tightening the grip on your hips he fully entered you, you shutting your eyes tightly from the slightly painful but pleasurable experience. Glancing down at you, he had to use every bit of discipline to not pound into you. In his eyes you looked angelic. Your parted lips that we’re coated by saliva and the way your skirt bunched up around your waist made it feel like torture to be inside of you, not moving to let you adjust to his size. 

“C-can I move?” He asks impatiently to which you smile, nodding and wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer to your warm body. Your breath hitched as he softly wraps his hand around your neck, him thinking he’d gone too far.

“I-im sorry! I-” 

You hush him, placing your index finger over his plush pink lips. 

“I’ll tell you if anything doesn’t feel good, alright?” You so desperatly wanted to place a “baby” at the end of the sentence, that nickname fitted him but being to scared to confess your feelings. Just because he wants you doesnt mean he loves you. Hyunjin nodded like an excited puppy, finally getting the permission of moving and feeling your clenched walls around his length, his one hand still wrapped around your throat. 

His thrusts were slow, filled with passion which only worsened your longing for him, the longing of him being yours. Small whimpers dripped from between your parted lips, the moans being mixed with Hyunjin’s low grunts and sounding like a melody. You peeked up at the model-like boy, his expression being synonymous to pleasure. The movements eventually quickened, his long cock hitting your cervix with every thrust, making you put your hands behind his back, your fingernails digging into his soft honey skin. His previously closed eyes fluttered open, watching you with a soft gaze through his fierce eyes. You smiled and he smiled back before his gaze drifted away from yours.

“Y-you feel so good y-y/n,,, you’re an angel”

Chuckling and moaning at the same time, his praise gave you a sense of security but also a sense of lust, wanting to coax out even more dangerously sweet words from his pretty mouth. 

“Go faster,,, Hyunjin”

You gasped out, the pleasure starting to pick up it’s pace. The sound of skin slapping against each other bounced off the white walls in the big studio, the old sofa creaking ever so often from the blond boys powerful thrusts. Hyunjin would never get tired of hearing you say his name, never. 

The knot in your stomach signaled your impending orgasm as your walls were stretched out. You pleaded him to not stop, your voice sounding frail as you neared your sweet release. The hot tempeture wasn’t helping the situation, sweat beading underneath Hyunjins headband, soaking the two strands of blonde locks that hanged infront of his face. 

“F-fuck,, y/n you’re so pretty with my hands wrapped around your throat, fuck-” 

A loud groan escaped his lips, the pleasure of your wet pussy against his rock-hard length getting too much, Hyunjin having to hold back until you came, not wanting to appear selfish. It wasn’t long until you felt your legs shaking around him, your toes curling as the squeaky sound from the couch increased along with the speed of Hyunjin’s thrusts, the rubber not giving him as much intimacy as he would have liked but the visual of you lying beneath him, squirming away from bliss and softly moaning made up for it. 

“I think- i think I’m cumming, s-shit Hyunjin, I’m cumming”

The words spilled from you, quickly followed by a incoherent mumbling of his name before a wave of hot flashed through your entire body, your walls clenching around him as your erotic juices coated his twitching cock. You held your hands against your face that was lightly coated with sweat but before you could come down from your high Hyunjin pinned your hands above your head by your wrists, him letting out a growl before his cum filled the tip of the condom. The both of you rode out your powerful orgasm, your moans softening as the intense feeling subsided, Hyunjin shivering with his last thrust before pulling out. 

The light sound of the air conditioner was now accompanied with heavy panting, your chest heaving as Hyunjin softly pulled down your skirt and ran his hand through his blonde hair, pushing the stray hairs away before rolling off the cumfilled condom and throwing it on the floor, the rubber landing on the dark clothing that were pooling next to the leather couch. The young boy lays down beside you, your eyes fixed on the ceiling as you faded away in a million thoughts, still trying to process what just happened. You turned your head against his, feeling his lingering gaze on your face and you swore you could hear your heart beat in your ears as his cheekbones lifted, his now cherry red lips turning into a soft smile. 

“Do you like me?” 

You choked on your own saliva, coughing and sitting up in panic making Hyunjin worry, him patting you on the back as he sat up next to you. 

“I-im sorry,, I shouldn’t have- y/n,, so-sorry”

He mutters out as you start laughing, he looking confused at your chuckling figure. 

“T-that’s,,, quite the direct question” you say, clearing your throat before continuing. “I don’t know Hyunjin. You know that this isn’t possible”

You saw his previously twinkling eyes turn blank, his heart sinking. 

“Uhm,,, n-no totally not,,, I just said it to-”

He tried to play cool, brushing off the fact that he didn’t get the answer he so longed for. His gaze turning away from your angelic face.

“But I like you”

You spoke quietly, your voice cracking at the end. Hyunjin turned back to you.

“Why wouldn’t it work then?” he asked with a confused voice. You sighed

“Hyunjin, do you not know who you are? We fucked in a building where you own half of the rights, you work with famous people and your work is in every magazine, don’t you understand?”

He stayed silent for a while, comtemplating on what to say before grabbing your clammy hand. 

“Do you only see me for my career?”

You shake your head, trying to catch eye contact with the blonde boy but failing as he stares down at your small hand in his grasp. 

“Hyunjin, I love you but this feels way to quick,,, I can’t just-”

“I’ve known about you for a while, y/n. Do you know why we even worked together in the first place?” 

Hyunjin speaks calmly, a thin string of sadness threading through his voice. You shake your head, looking at him but he looking away.

“I reached out to Bangchan first”

You weren’t surprised, only confused. What did he see in you? 

“I know it might seem,, rushed! But if- if we both like each other then we can make it work. Please don’t worry about our reputations, you are more than your career y/n even if it means the world to you.”

Hyunjin hesitated finishing his sentence, feeling sick to his stomach from the fear of rejection. You withdrew your hand, instead opening your arms and hugging him to which he smiled and hugged you back, the both of you falling back on the couch facing each other. 

“I think I love you,,, like,,, I really love you”

Hyunjin brushed away a strand of hair from your face, his tender eyes meeting yours. 

“And I love you too, y/n”

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