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[tetzoro]

Aims!! Hellooooo💕💕

I love your Nanami fic! It’s really cute and hot. To be close as close can be and to feel every inch of that beautiful man up against me…yum…hahahahaha! Anyways, I’m at work and am bored so don’t mind me dropping by��love you muahhh💋💋💋

AIKA HELLO ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ !!! i’m always so excited to see you in my notifs // inbox so i will never mind you dropping by !! ilysm <3 thank you sm for the tags you left on my nanami piece pls ;( !! you are so sweet !! he’s such a dream man … he deserves to live the happiest life in the world !! <33

[deathbxnny]

☆《Returning home to you.》☆

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A/N: Alright so, I'm noticing, that I'm getting really burnt out with writing for hsr recently and to keep my mental health from tanking completely, I've decided to write something for my current Chainsaw man obsession as a small break! I hope you guys will like it!<33

Featured characters: Aki, Denji, Power, Makima

Content: Fluff, established relationship, some angst because it's csm, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Aki Hayakawa

For Aki, the best time of the day, is him finally being able to come home to you. He never thought that he'd ever find a s/o to return to after a long day of work, as he was always so hellbent on revenge and could die at any given moment due to his occupation. And yet, he still found you, the only person that made living still worth a damn on his hardest days.

You take care of him so well too. You always greet Aki at the door, happily helping him out of his jacket, as you tell him about the mundane things you've done that day. You give him a sense of normalcy he always secretly craved to have deep down. He is starved for attention and knows he's lucky to have you.

The moment he steps through the front door and sees you, he can leave the evil truth of the world behind, until his next shift inevitably begins. Sure, not everything always goes as smoothly and he knows, that this won't last forever. But in your arms, he can pretend that it will.

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》Denji

He sometimes thinks that he's dreaming, whenever he comes home to you. He still can't believe, that he actually achieved everything he always wanted to. He has a pretty s/o, good food and a seemingly better getting life! It's all he wanted and more! So whenever he does come home, he immideatly pulls you into a hug, happily muttering to himself about how proud he is.

He loves it, when you cook food for him. He doesn't care what it is or if it's good. Denji doesn't discriminate and whatever you cook is certainly much better than whatever he was used to. He'll practically praise everything you do for him. As a thank you, he'll get you flowers or gifts. Even if they aren't the best, you still know that he appreciates you greatly.

To him, you are one the first people that gave him the sense of a home. He was always only able to imagine how it must've felt like, but now that he has it for real, he won't let you go. He can't let you go. Not when you make him feel like a loved human for once.

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》Power

It's a miracle, that she even properly finds her way home, after a long day at work. And when does, she's usually muddy or covered with blood, which results in her being forced into a bath, before she dirties the floor you just cleaned. Meowy often watches you struggle with Power, as she calls out for the cats help.

You are her favourite human and should be proud that you are. She tells you so everyday and expects you to thank her, which also earns her a deadpan and a shake of your head. But as much as she acts superior to you, she actually does appreciate everything you do for her. Especially the safe home you provide for her and her cat.

She often therefore thanks you in unconventional ways, like bringing you dead birds or wild flowers she found... she's trying, I promise. But her presence is surely a thank you enough too, right?

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》Makima

Makima comes home calmly and seemingly stress-free. She often always has something to give you and her dogs as well. Pretty flowers for you and treats for them. She always greets you all cheerfully, before just simply demanding hugs and affection from you.

She clinges onto you at home, thanking you for your loyalty and being so good for her, before she helps you out with some house chores. She loves it, when you do domestic things together, as she doesn't really have the need to rest after work.

She never speaks of work with you and you never ask either. She doesn't let any of her "co-workers" know that she has a partner anyways, as you are her little secret. You are a separate part of her life as a devil hunter and the only sense of normalcy she has outside of it. It's why she appreciates you so much and makes sure you always know that, even after she had a long and tiring day.

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A/N: So this is my first time writing for csm characters and I hope it's okay! It honestly helped me feel alot better too!<33

Csm requests are also appreciated!<33

[pinchofhoney]

Request: Reader and his partner were arguing until he slaps her and she slaps him back, when Reader realizes what he did he flees to the cemetery. Everything was happening in view of Joel who goes and consoles her.

six feet in the ground

gif is not mine, credit to the owner

joel miller x fem!reader

word count: 3.3k

warning: platonic relationship, mention of abuse, argument

summary: During a difficult time when your partner has let you down and broken your trust, it's reassuring to remember that you have other people in your life whom you can rely on no matter what.

a/n: hello there, anon!!<33 it's nice to see you on my page, i hope you like what i have prepared for you!

due to my ongoing obsession with the last of us, my inbox is wide open all the time for your story ideas with joel!! feel free to share your ideas with me, i'll be happy to make them happen<33

every like and reblog is very much appreciated!!

pages that may interest you: masterlist ♡ taglist ♡ who i write for

tag list: @wolfmoonmusic @alexxavicry @babypeapoddd

As the rain continued to pour down on you, you felt as though it was washing away not just the tears but also a part of your soul. The downpour was unrelenting, much like the pain that now consumed you. You had never thought that your partner would lay a hand on you, but now you had a throbbing reminder on your cheek. You couldn't believe that it had happened, that the person you loved had hurt you like this.

As you stood there in the middle of the square, you felt like everyone was watching you, judging you. You slowly raised a trembling hand to your left cheek, over which a pinching pain was spreading, looking at the people nearby who had witnessed the incident that took place just a moment ago. Your gaze stopped on the man you could call your best friend without hesitation. Joel had been your confidante, someone you had trusted enough to share your problems with, but now you weren't sure if he would still see you in the same light.

You couldn't think straight, your mind a blur of emotions. You felt a sense of emptiness, as if a part of you had been hollowed out. You had always thought that you and your partner were meant to be together forever, but now you weren't so sure. How could you be with someone who would hurt you like this? You blinked several times, lowering your hand and breaking eye contact with Joel.

You looked around the square once more, feeling lost and alone. You wanted to disappear, to run away from everything and everyone. You hugged yourself tightly, trying to find some comfort in your own embrace, but it was no use. You felt exposed, vulnerable, and embarrassed. The tears and the raindrops continued to mix together as you quickly walked away, unsure of where you were going or what you were going to do next.

But how did you even end up in this situation?

You have been waiting for some bigger smuggling job for a while now, and finally, that day had arrived. Although you were excited, you also felt a bit anxious since this was your first extended job of this kind. It was a week-long trip and so for that reason you worked closely with your best friend, who was more experienced in smuggling than you.

As you arrived at your destination, things went smoothly. The job was challenging, but you made steady progress each day without any significant issues. You and Joel would spend quality time together, discussing work and catching up on your personal lives. Although you both lived in the same Boston Quarantine Zone, you didn’t see each other daily, so you savored every moment of the trip, despite its difficulties. You felt grateful to have Joel by your side, and it was a welcome reprieve from your partner Ezekiel, with whom you'd been arguing over trivial matters more frequently lately.

After a week of being away on your smuggling assignment with Joel, you were eager to return home. However, as you arrived back in the Quarantine Zone this afternoon, you immediately sensed that something was off. The sky was ominously covered with dark clouds, and the wind was picking up speed, signaling the imminent arrival of a storm.

You were relieved that you were close to home and would be able to take shelter soon. As you made your way through the main square with Joel, you spotted Ezekiel watching you both with a scowl on his face. Ignoring his unpleasant demeanor, you continued to discuss with Joel when you would go to receive your payment. Both of you were tired and wanted to complete the formalities after a short break.

After saying good bye to the man, you eagerly approached Ezekiel, who started to walk away, with a smile on your lips, hoping for a warm welcome. However, as you got closer, you felt the tension in the air, and you knew that something was wrong. Ezekiel's attitude was cold and distant, and it was clear that he was not happy to see you.

As you began to walk together towards your home, the silence between you was deafening. You tried to engage him in conversation, but he was unresponsive, and his body language was closed off. The entire time, you couldn't shake the feeling that something significant had occurred while you were away.

“Are you okay?” you asked, tiling your head to glance at your partner.

“I’m fine,” Ezekiel shrugged and darted a quick glance at you.

“Are you upset?” you persisted, keeping your gaze fixed on him, except when you had to pass someone.

“Why would I be upset?” Ezekiel remained silent, indicating that you had hit a nerve.

“You’re acting strange, is something bothering you?” you asked, growing more confused by the second.

“You know exactly what’s bothering me,” he snapped, his anger now palpable.

You were completely bewildered. You had no clue what he was talking about. “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand,” you said.

“Joel,” Ezekiel spat out stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, his tone full of disgust. “I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of Joel's name. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. “What do you mean, Ezekiel?” you asked incredulously. “He's been helping me with the smuggling job for the past week. There's nothing between us.”

“I saw the way he was looking at you,” Ezekiel said, his voice rising with each word. “I don't trust him. He's been trying to get with you since day one.”

“That's not true,” you protested. “Joel and I are just friends. He knows we’re together and besides that, it was you who introduced me to him.”

“He's just waiting for his chance,” Ezekiel growled. “I don't want you around him anymore.”

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Ezekiel was always possessive, but you never thought he would be so jealous of your friendship with Joel. “That's not fair, Ezekiel,” you said, feeling the first drops of rain hitting your skin. “You know Joel is just a friend.”

“I don't care,” Ezekiel said, his voice cold and unyielding. “I don't want him around you.”

You shook your head in disbelief.

“That's not going to happen, Ezekiel. Joel is my best friend and I won't give that up because you're jealous.”

Ezekiel's face twisted in anger, and you could see the rain pouring down around you. “Fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “But don't come running to me when he tries to make a move on you,” he significantly pointed at you with his index finger.

“Something like this will never happen and you know that.”

But Ezekiel was not convinced and continued to argue with you, loudly accusing you of being unfaithful and not caring about your relationship. You tried to reason with him, but his anger was too intense for him to listen. The argument only escalated, drawing attention from the people around you.

As you look back on the situation now, you can't help but think about what might have been if you had only listened to Ezekiel words and let go. Maybe if you had accepted his point, waited for his temper to cool down, and approached the subject of Joel with a calm demeanor, things might have turned out differently. But your prideful nature wouldn't allow you to back down. You refused to relinquish control, unwilling to be the target of Ezekiel's wrath and succumb to his demands. And now, you can't help but feel the crushing weight of remorse for your stubbornness, knowing that your refusal to concede has led to an irreversible outcome.

As the heavens opened up and raindrops battered down on you, drenching your clothes and adding to the discomfort, the argument with Ezekiel hit a fever pitch. The mere suggestion that you had been unfaithful to him wounded you deeply, and the fact that he had the audacity to try and dictate who you could and couldn't spend time with ignited a fury within you. It was in this moment of intense emotion that a searing pain shot through your cheek, and before you knew it, your body had retaliated with a hit of its own.

Both of you were left standing there, stunned into silence by the sudden escalation of the conflict. Although you had argued often in recent times, physical violence had never once come into play. You opened your mouth to speak, but the words caught in your throat as the rain continued to pummel down on you, its unrelenting presence blurring your vision and making it difficult to see clearly.

“Fuck it all,” Ezekiel snarled, breaking the silence. He spat near your shoes before turning and walking away with heavy steps filled with anger. You watched his figure disappear into the rain, feeling a mix of sadness and rage inside you.

You shook your head, desperate to erase the haunting memories of the moments that had just transpired. Your arms wrapped more tightly around your shivering frame as the cold penetrated your very bones, causing your body to quiver uncontrollably. You sniffled, wiping your nose with a futile attempt to rid yourself of the constant rain, which had reduced you to a sopping mess.

You had no idea where Ezekiel was headed since he had walked off in the opposite direction of your place. But even if you had, the mere thought of returning to your four walls left you feeling hollow and alone. The job had made you yearn for the warmth of your humble abode, but now it was the last place on earth you wanted to be.

Home was out of the question, and the idea of seeking solace with Tess was just as unappealing. After all, she lived with Joel, the very person who had triggered the argument with Ezekiel. So, without any other options available to you, you made your way towards the underground tunnels that you often used with other smugglers. However, you knew that you needed to be doubly careful, watching out for any FEDRA soldiers who might be patrolling the area. The sight of a person with a backpack in a downpour could be enough to attract their attention, and the last thing you wanted was to find yourself in their crosshairs.

As you approached the hatch of one of the tunnels, a sudden hand landed on your shoulder, causing your heart to leap into your throat. Panic and fear coursed through your veins as you tried to make sense of the situation. Your mind raced, calculating the odds of being discovered by FEDRA and the consequences that would inevitably follow. You couldn't afford to let them find out about the tunnels and expose your fellow smugglers to danger.

In a split second, you froze, trying to discern the identity of the person behind you and assessing the danger you were in. You couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of your stomach. Was it a soldier? Or worse, were there more of them lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce on you? You didn't have much time to think before you had to take action.

Acting purely on instinct, you grabbed the stranger's hand and twisted it sharply, catching them off guard. Their sudden yelp of pain echoed through the tunnel as you turned to face your attacker, your heart racing with adrenaline. You were relieved to see that it wasn't a FEDRA soldier, but Joel, who has had to follow you all this time. The thoughts raced through your mind, each one more frantic than the last. Why hadn't he said anything? Why didn't he try to catch up to you sooner? Perhaps he had been trying to catch up to you all along, but the chaos of the moment had clouded your senses. Your mind had been so consumed with the urgency of escaping the Zone that you hadn't even noticed. You were so determined to disappear from the sight of everyone that you had become oblivious to everything else around you.

Despite the momentary relief, you knew that danger still lurked around every corner, and you couldn't let your guard down for even a second. The stakes were high, and the consequences of being caught were severe.

Your face flushed with embarrassment as you let go of Joel's hand, “I'm so sorry!” you apologized, feeling awkward for mistaking him as someone from FEDRA. The rain continued to pour down, drumming against the ground in a steady rhythm. You scanned your surroundings, making sure that you were safe from any prying eyes.

“I thought it was someone from FEDRA,” you explained quickly, still feeling the rush of adrenaline from the encounter. Joel nodded understandingly, his eyes scanning the area as well.

Joel nodded understandingly, his eyes scanning the area as well. Without hesitation, he grabbed your arm and led you towards the entrance of the tunnel. He hastily opened the hatch and motioned for you to go in first.

Without hesitation, he took hold of your arm and led you towards the entrance of the tunnel. He swiftly opened the hatch and gestured for you to go first. “After you,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring. You stepped inside the tunnel, feeling relieved to finally be out of the rain. Joel followed closely behind, shutting the hatch behind him. The sound of the rain was muffled now, replaced by the echoing drip of water droplets from the tunnel ceiling.

As you both settled into the dimly lit tunnel, the awkward silence between you was palpable. You couldn't help but feel self-conscious about the altercation with Ezekiel and the possibility that Joel had heard everything. You scanned your surroundings, taking in the damp walls and small puddles on the ground. Despite the discomfort, you were relieved to be out of the rain.

With a heavy sigh, you removed your backpack and ran a hand through your wet hair, brushing it away from your face. You leaned against the cool wall, feeling the dampness seeping through your clothes, and slid down onto the dirt floor. The sound of water droplets echoed throughout the tunnel, creating a calming backdrop to the tense atmosphere between you and Joel.

The man leaned against the wall opposite you, his arms folded over his chest as he looked down at you. Before he could say anything, you spoke up.

“I don't want to talk about what happened,” you said quickly, hoping to end the conversation before it started.

Joel persisted, “But he hit you-”

Cutting him off, you interrupted, “And I hit him too. It's in the past now. Let's just forget about it. Pretend like you didn't see or hear anything,” you added, pulling your knees up to your chest and resting your head on them, clearly indicating that you didn't want to discuss the matter any further.

You heard Joel's heavy sigh and the sound of a backpack falling to the ground. He finally got rid of his own as well. Pebbles rustled under his shoes as he crouched down. Joel's voice grew stern as he spoke again. “You can't just pretend like nothing happened. You were assaulted, and it's not something you can just brush off,” his eyes bore into you, and you could feel the weight of his concern.

You felt a surge of anger rise up in you. “I don't need your pity, Joel. I can take care of myself,” you spat out. You hated feeling vulnerable, and you didn't want anyone to see you that way, least of all Joel.

He didn't back down. “I'm not trying to pity you. I'm trying to help you,” he said, his voice softening. “You don't have to deal with this alone.”

You shook your head. “I'm fine, Joel. I've dealt with worse than this.”

“And what, you'll just go home like that? And then you'll lie down next to him in bed, pretending as if he hadn't made you a scene of jealousy in the middle of the Zone half an hour ago at all?” Joel's voice was laced with concern, his eyes wandered over your face.

“C'mon Joel, go back to Tess and stay out of this. It's none of your business…” you snapped, feeling a surge of irritation at his meddling. You shuddered, feeling the damp clothes sticking to your skin and making you even more uncomfortable. The fatigue from the last few days was starting to catch up with you, and you couldn't tell if the heat on your cheeks was a fever or just exhaustion.

“None of my business?” Joel's voice was incredulous, his head tilted to the side as he raised an eyebrow. “Funny, because I have the impression that my name was mentioned several times in your sweet conversation. Doesn't that make me part of the issue?”

You glared at him, feeling a surge of anger. “No, Joel, you're not part of the issue. This is between me and Ezekiel, and we can handle it ourselves. I don't need you getting involved.”

Joel's eyes narrowed, and he leaned in closer to you. “You sure about that? Because it looks to me like you're not doing so well right now. And I don't want to see you getting hurt anymore.”

“And what do you supposedly want to do about it?”

Joel's face hardened as he spoke, his voice low and menacing. “Find him and tell him that if he ever lays a hand on you again, I'll make sure he regrets it for the rest of his miserable life.”

You couldn't help but chuckle at Joel's overprotective attitude, shaking your head in disbelief. “Come on, Joel, you're being ridiculous. It's not like this has happened before,” you said, trying to downplay the situation.

Joel's eyes were focused on you the whole time as he continued to speak, his tone becoming more serious. “I don't care if it's never happened before. He shouldn't be laying a hand on you, ever. Besides, you seemed exceptionally happy to get a break from him this week and that's not a good sign. You shouldn't have to feel relieved to be away from your partner, especially not in the middle of a world like this.”

You felt a lump form in your throat as you listened to Joel's words. He was right, of course, but you didn't want to think about it. You didn't want to think about the fact that your relationship with Ezekiel had been deteriorating for a while now. That he had become increasingly possessive and controlling, and that his jealousy had reached a boiling point today.

You let out a deep sigh, your breath misting in the chilly air. “I know,” you said softly, “but there's nothing you can do about it. I'll deal with it on my own.”

Joel shook his head. “I can't just stand by and watch while you're being mistreated like this. It's not right.”

“Joel, please,” you said, pleading with him. “I appreciate your concern, but this is something I have to handle myself. I'll talk to Ezekiel, I'll figure something out.”

Joel didn't look convinced, but he nodded. “Okay,” he said finally. “But if you ever need anything, you know where to find me.”

You managed a small smile. “Thanks, Joel. I appreciate it.”

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound the drip-drip of water from somewhere in the tunnel. You shivered again, feeling the cold seeping into your bones. You were exhausted, emotionally and physically drained. All you wanted was to curl up and sleep for a week. But you knew you couldn't. You had to face Ezekiel, had to try and fix things between the two of you. It wouldn't be easy, but you were determined to try.

[soupbabe]

Hi!! I really like your work and I was wondering if you could make something like Bruno Bucciraci(hope I spelt that right) x Rock star! Male reader?? Like Bruno goes with mista and them to one of readers shows and they just start hanging out?? (If that makes sense sorry) if it's to much and you don't wanna that's fine thank you<33

Backstage Passes (Bruno Bucciarati x Male! Reader)

Mista drags Bruno to see and old friend's band.

I'm sorry if this is a little off course, but I'm a sucker for meet cutes! (is this even a meet cute if Reader doesn't know who Bruno is? Idk)

"C'mon!" Mista grunted as he tugged on Bruno's hand, pushing his way through the venue until he met the stage. "Needed to get the best spot in the house!" He beamed, whereas Bruno frowned. "I don't think stepping on people was necessary." Bruno brushed off his jacket and readjusted one of the clips in his hair. "Ohh yeah it is! Especially when the band starts playing, you'll understand. Trust me." His boss crossed his arms and sighed at Mista's apathetic enthusiasm.

"So which one is he again? Your friend?" Bruno leaned over to Mista's ears, his voice loud enough to rival the large crowd behind him. "Y/n? He's the lead guitarist!" Mista grinned, "Y'know he used to be my neighbor. Kept me up all night playing that damn guitar, didn't know he actually did anything useful with it though." Mista confessed, a light dusting of embarrassment graced his cheeks. "Oh really?" Bruno smiled and playfully raised an eyebrow, looking at you and your band mates coming onto the stage. "I'm excited to see what all the fuss is about then." He laughed as the band introduced themselves and their first song.

Bruno's eyes followed you wherever you went, absolutely enamoured by the presence you had on stage. Every movement of yours left him starstruck: from the way your fingers smoothly glided across the neck of the guitar to seeing you glance up to the crowd, only to give them all a teasing smirk. Seeing you perform so naturally left him starstruck.

It wasn't until the next song, that Bruno found you staring back at him. Eyes darted back and forth between Mista and him, but he always felt your stare linger. While caught off guard, Bruno couldn't find it in him to tear his eyes away from you. He waved and sent you a friendly smile, to which you smirked and gave him a wink. Mista watched the interaction from the sidelines and he howled at Bruno finally staring at anything but you. "Oh my god!" He laughed, "He totally has a thing for you!" The younger man teased, his shit-eating grin growing wider upon seeing his blush.

"It's nothing-" "You try to tell Y/n it's nothing!" Mista teased. "You get to see him later. Backstage passes, remember?"

[tonycries]

Tonyyyy I finally FINALLY started my public Instagram content account ehehehehheheheheh (I was so scared to but I did it lol)

I hope you're proud of me daddy 😔🎀

ALSO, reading your work again cuz wtf was jjk leaks

I AM proud of you babygirl, mainly because I refuse to even make my personal account public so starting a CONTENT account? 😵‍💫

Ugh wishing you the best of luckkk n' hoping everything goes smoothly <33

[causenessus]

long time no speak! before i go on i just wanna let you know its perfectly fine if you dont see my asks/questions !! seriously ^^ i understand you're busy with writing or outside shtuff so dont add more stress to yourself hun <3

i do want to ask how you write dialog so smoothly? ive always struggled on writing conversations without it seeming awkward or really forced??

thank you again for helping me i really truely appreciate it more than i can express. you are a saint

-smau anon <33

SMAU ANON!!!!! HELLO HELLO <3 i hope you're doing well!! and i will always answer your questions even if it takes a little bit <3 thank you so much for being patient aa!! <3 and i was just thinking about you earlier this week i hope that your writing and planning has been going good!!!

(clipping this so it isn't super long, sorry i YAP)

honestly 😭 i feel like sometimes i struggled with this too but what i think is choppy no one else sees so first of all it's important to remember not to be too hard on yourself!! i'm not sure if you're talking about texts or actual written dialogue but in case it's both, let me start with text:

i often think in a mindset of how i text. and to be honest while i'm outlining i usually get tons of ideas for little texts/entire conversations anyway and so i'll write it all out (for example, my love notes outline was 116 pages long LMAO because the entire thing is just me writing out text like this-

"atsumu: OKAY WELL NOW YOU GUYS REALLY WENT ON A DATE oikawa: i hope you gave her a new years kiss osamu: i think you’re putting too much faith in him bokuto: I HOPE YOU GUYS HAD A GOOD TIME!! suna: bokuto and osamu are the only good people here osamu: if you had to elope with one of us who would u pick"

-yes i did copy that straight from my document. so FIRST since writing that all out + outlines works for me, my outline is basically my rough draft and i think it always helps just to have an idea of what you're thinking of writing before you start writing it! so i'm pretty sure that i changed up bokuto's text in that clip because when i was writing the actual chapter, i didn't think it flowed well or was very in character for him. which leads me into my second point which is for texts and written parts! i think it gets easier if you try to just think from the point of view/mindsets of characters. like suna is obviously a very much more relaxed laid back guy who doesn't talk with a lot of enthusiasm while atsumu is a little more dumb!! (we love him) and loud!!! if you struggle with trying to imagine how they would talk, i would recommend doing things like rewatching episodes/clips of them. before writing love notes, i rewatched the inarizaki match to get a better feel for him (even though they gave me so little of my husband 😔😔😔 i took what i could get). pinterest also has lots of funny or romantic silly little text clips if you just search them up which is what inspired lots of the love notes epilogue (such as the "i'm going to strangle you" "can you even reach my neck" texts, that was literally something i found on pinterest) that you can get inspiration from or even your own funny texts with friends!

for written dialogue, i tend to imagine the scene playing out and then i sort of write what i envisioned. like i imagined suna and y/n on the train, how they're looking at each other, and what they would talk about and then wrote that out! i italicize how they're looking at each other because it's always nice to add descriptions to your writings sometimes :) and when you imagine the scenes, it's sort of second nature! i'd say it once again just really goes back to having a good hold and understand of your characters and how they'll interact. and when you understand them, it also becomes easier to envision them. and also remember everyone writes and interprets things differently!!! you will write your own version of characters and it will be perfect. do not worry about being "ooc" or anything! finding how you relate to characters and giving them personal experiences (if that makes sense) can help you understand those characters more if you struggle with it. and again, rough drafts are super helpful! and they're called ROUGH for a reason. like if you're not feeling a scene, don't force yourself to write it, just be like "y/n and kenma do this." and then move on! when i'm just not too sure about ideas or i can't imagine anything at the moment, i will literally just be like "y/n and suna see each other at onigiri miya." and then tab it. i hope some of this is helpful!! 😭 i keep going on and on because i'm trying to make sure i'm actually explaining things well and in a way that makes sense. i didn't always used to imagine scenes as i wrote them but i would highly recommend it if you're brain works that way! it's like making/watching a movie in your head and thinking of it that way makes it a bit easier for dialogue to flow at least for me so that's my number one tip <3 i hope this helped a little bit!! and i can't wait to talk to u again lovely <3

[thisliminalspacedaydreams]

hi mar! here to ask you a few random questions just because :)

do you have a favorite mug? (i have three, i can’t choose, they’re like children to me) what’s your favorite time of day? what’s a writing project you’ve worked on that you’re most proud of?

also also, i fully intend to devastate myself by reading heartless in the nearish future, so hearing that you’re finishing it soon is amazing! hope it goes smoothly and you’re able to do everything you hope to with the ending; can’t wait to read it all!<33

Hi Kay! Yes please I love random questions especially at 1am this is my witching hour let's gooo.

MUG. Yes I have I do. I, like you, can't choose between my children, but I did make a tiktok where you can SEE THEM ALL (the ones I currently have, though I since then added I think 6 more to the collection I CAN DO A TOUR TOMORROW MAYBE. Mugs, my one true love. Do you also have this thing where each mug is destined for like a specific task? Like the matcha mug, the hot chocolate mug, etc? Also can I see yours? I love mugs.

My fav fav favvvvv project I ever worked on alone was Heartless. The first few chapters FLOWED out of me it was insane and beautiful and I think this is really where you get to slowly see my writing style appear?

I like a good one-shot because it's easy and fun and relaxing, but Heartless was actual work and I'm very very VERY proud of it. It's not a very well known fic of mine, but it's my precious baby.

In a collab work, it's been with @greenvlvetcouch and the God Eater fic because of all the reasons I have stated multiple times. Highly recommend collaborating with a virtual random stranger on a fic (which green kinda was when we started), they might become a close friend (also since God Eater, green gave me a mug I drink green tea from so really they've got me all figured out).

if i had to pic a fic to read from your archive, which one would you recommend first?

[l3viat8an]

Pathetic Lucifer is just so YUMMY like i wanna have this man tied, edged, crying and begging under my feet (there might be something wrong with me tho)

Also how're you feelin'? I'm happy cuz my dad's coming back home today after a week of working :)) and hopefully kitty will give birth in this week ^^

Love ya 🖤

🐈‍⬛~

Yess~ it’s just the whole idea of bringing such a powerful demon down to begging and whining~ it’s so good!! (Then there’s something wrong with me too hsjaha)

‘n I’m feeling good! Just getting ready for work this afternoon, then I plan on playing games later! and yayy ik it sucks having parents that work really away from home :( and I can’t wait to hear about kitty! I hope it all goes smoothly!!

Love ya too <33

[suiana]

it's me againnn <33 anyways you're my inspiration to making works jwijeiej I wanna be a writer soon and you really inspired me :> ^-^~

✨

aw that's adorable! I'm glad to be of inspiration to you darling <3 hope everything goes smoothly for you!!

[requirecookie]

2024 - Stormy's Year in Writing & 2025 Villains Planning

I'm writing this at 3.45pm on the 31st, and I have some plans to pick at my current WIP chaper a bit more, but I'm not suddenly going to pull 10k words from the ether, so this is going to be representative.

(I will skeet out a closer-to-midnight count later - I got a BlueSky, I hope to maybe actually use it).

2024 Word Count: 146,657

Words Per Day: 400.70

For most of the year, it was...nothing. Ash & Blue book #4 went on hiatus, and I just picked at a few side novellas without much success.

Then

And I started to pick at Villains, as even when I was doing the first draft in 2023, I had imagined a 2025 release - though I had really planned on starting the second draft before September of this year.

It didn't start of great.

The series, which is yet to be named, but that I generally just call Isekai was developed as I was writing the first draft of Villains, things that were canon when I was writing the first half of it had been thrown out by the time I got to the end of it. (It's fantasy, that's not unusual, but it did leave a big clean-up job for V2 and beyond).

And Chapter 1 had a lot of work to do, without overwhelming the reader - the concept is easy to get "reality broke, now any fictional character from any piece of media can appear in the real world", but establishing that, the basic status quo, and our main character...took a few tries.

Maybe five tries. It's going to get another pass before it goes to beta, and I expect to tweak it more for V3/final.

It's interesting to compare it to A&B Chapter 1, because that is more in media res, and you don't necessary get everything that's going on, you're thrown a bunch of information and concepts, but largely, you learn things as Stef does.

Whereas, with Villains, Parker is coming at the world through the lens of someone who knows a lot about how everything works, has lived with this phonomena for half her life, and works for the people who have to deal with most of the weirdness.

After the hurdle of the chapter 1 rewrite

Look, this one didn't even earn all caps, I think it was only three revisions - though it needs another - the rest ran a lot smoother.

Maybe too smoothly?

My biggest self-gripe with Isekai in general, and Villains in specific, though one I've made peace with, was that it was supposed to be short.

My initial idea was one short novel, say 50k, maybe a couple more if ideas struck me. However, into the V1 draft, it rapidly overshot that - between my loves of worldbuilding and slice-of-life detail, I probably should have known that a short project was never on the cards.

V1 was incomplete, 106k, and about thirty chapters. (I got burned out at the end, and already knew it was going to take at least one full rewrite, so I was happy to leave it incomplete, or with placeholder sentences where chapters would go).

I knew I had to add some more stuff around the middle, as well as the last couple of chapters, so with that and rewriting, I figured maybe 120-130k. That's not unreasonable, that's the same range Mirrorfall falls (heh) in, coming in at 129k.

As it stands on 31/12/2024:

Chapters Written: 20 of 33 (33 is definitely a minimum, I do expect it to be more like 40)

Word Count: 86,406 At approximately the same point in the V1 draft, this is about 56k

So I do truly expect it to be somewhere around 160-170k at this point. I'm definitely going to have to kill some darlings for V3.

I had hoped to go to beta in January, I'm now pretty sure that's not going to happen (except for the couple of people I have who are happy reading it in chunks), but I don't think it will change the overall plan for 2025 too much, as I had a bit of buffer time built in.

Villains Release Plan

January - finalise blurb & get audio copy recorded

February - beta, though I'll likely get interest during January

May/June - ARC copies

July 2nd (my birthday!) - Book release (ebook - exclusive to Kindle Unlimited, paperback, and audiobook)

August 2nd - podcast of audiobook begins (fortnightly episodes)

January 2025 - going off numbers, will either reenroll in KU or do a wide release to other retailers

So, it's going to be interesting to come back this time next year, hopefully sitting at about this same point in the cycle with book #2, Zombies (though its real title will be public by then), and see how well things went to plan.

[usersasaki]

hehe tyyy big sib!! fddfks tbh i kinda just needed to take a break from tumblr since life got busier than what it used to be im sorry that i disappeared so suddenly :"D

so i'm kinda like on and off with social media afkddf

ye college! it's been pretty good so far (minus the stinky assignments) and im an art major! >:D and what i love about it is that it's lgbtq+ friendly and i came out as ace and a they/she enby mwehehe. also!! i'm in a relationship now! my partner is genderfluid and demi hehehe they're a lot like albedo if im being honest? they're super sweet and communication isn't an issue since i met them at school too so i feel really lucky ^^

anyway yea! my acc's @/calxlu >:3 also i hope you're doing well in uni! and getting enough breaks too hehe, okies im done rambling for now aejejfkds

~Lycoris

i decided to merge the asks so i'll just answer it together!

don't apologise for disappearing, it's totally understandable! i haven't been active here much either other than the occasional reblogging honestly, but i'm glad that you are alright! i was kinda worried thats all hehe

OMGGGGGGGG i'm so glad to hear that 🥹🥹 enbies unite 🤝 and eeeeee you're also in a relationship, that's so cute!! and albedo huh 👀 /lh but i'm so happy for you bb AAAAAA /gen im glad y'all dont have communication issues, that is vv important yes

oh oh but do tell me which name you're most comfortable going by and i'll use that instead! /gen and i will call you lil sib from now on hehe <33 and i get the euphoria from they/them pronouns frfr,,, it just fits.

i'm glad to hear youre exploring yourself and your sexuality bubs! writing is a really good way to do that too! i'd love to read whatever works you come out with now and in the future!

well abt me, i've also been openly bi and enby with my friends! and i'm also in a relationship hehe, she's also bi and she's super cute, i have sm cuteness aggression towards her on god,,, uni is def a bitch tho, i'm struggling Hard but we gots to do what we gots to do unfortunately 🫠 i hope everything goes smoothly for you!! /gen

[tetzoro]

good morning friendz and happy monday !! giving every one a smooch on the head <3 here’s a lil sunshine in human form , have the bestest day ever !!! ᡣ𐭩

[deathbxnny]

hii i've nvr done one of these b4, but if you want to could you do headcanons for hsr characters finding out their s\o is in a band and plays electric guitar ? it can rly be any characters you choose (but the main ones im interested in seein r sampo,the landaus or the astral express crew) i hope this request is okay this is my first time w this 💀

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A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for the request! I really like it and find it so cute to think about.<3

Featured characters: Sampo, Serval, Gepard

Content: Fluff, established relationship, reader is in a band, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Serval Landau

The second she finds out, that you're in a band and play the electric guitar on top of that, she honestly contemplates proposing to you. Like seriously, you two are a match made in heaven and she's going to make sure you know that.

Will definitely ask you to make a song with her. And no, you have no choice in it. She is determined to play along with you and your band, ensuring a legendary collaboration that no one in Belobog will ever forget!

Goes to every single concert you and your band have. Always in the front row too and knows all of your songs. Probably by far your biggest fan out there. She's dating you after all.

So yeah, the perfect couple indeed.

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》Gepard Landau

Was a little surprised, when he found out at first. But he doesn't mind it ofcourse, as his sister is also a musician. He will most likely ask alot of questions though and perhaps even want to meet your band. Definitely also tells Serval about it later too.

He tries supporting you and your band as much as he can, yet can't always go to your concerts, due to his work as a Captain. He however secretly knows all of your songs and sometimes hums them to himself. If you catch him doing so, he'll get flustered and shy.

Loves it, when you play something for him during his breaks. He can relax and listen to good music at the same time, which is a win for him.

Gepard might secretly even learn how to play the guitar from Serval, just to impress you.

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》Sampo Koski

Probably knew about it way before you told him, considering who he is. But he still acted surprised, when you told him, immideatly eager to know all about your band and bandmates (Which he also already knew everything about-).

Will definitely want you to play something for him every chance he gets alone with you. He just loves the way you look, when you're lost in the melody, your hands moving smoothly along. It's a sight he has to see at least once a day.

Comes to every concert, but stays in the back, just so he can surprise you with his presence later. He also knows all of your songs ofcourse. What boyfriend would he be, if he didn't?

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A/N: I hope this was okay! The idea was super cute, so thank you again for the request!<33

[deartouya]

matchup #7 for @call-me-ko

დ. KATSUKI BAKUGOU; high school sweethearts. bakugou is sure of himself and by proxy, everything he does. relationships included. the realization didn't come easy, letting you worm yourself into his life until he started expecting to see you every morning, to have you hand him his lunch every day. but once it settled, he was sure. he knew it was you-- that it would always be you, no matter how much time passed.

დ. MEGUMI FUSHIGURO; childhood friends to lovers. megumi's never been taken with people quickly, friendships take weeks (and quite a bit of force) to brew and he's never been the best with people. but he's always been gentle with you--kind and considerate. you find he's always there, not suffocatingly so but in the dependable way. he's always there when you're overworked to force you to take a break or when you're sad with your favourite movie and pastry. he loves slowly, but it's so sweet and nice you can't find it in yourself to care.

[thefrontofmymind]

Hi, I really like your Joseph Quinn stories! I would like to request a story where Joseph and the reader are both famous but they are trying to keep their relationship lowkey and private. So the reader is asked on the late late show with James Corden and everything goes really smoothly until they start playing spill your guts and James asks something like "there's been some photos with you and a certain someone" (then a picture of you and Joe getting ice cream and him hugging you from behind goes up) "is it true that you are dating?" and then she admits it because she can't eat whatever disgusting food James picked for her :D Really like this idea, hope you can write it! Thank you!

Salmon Smoothie; Request (Joseph Quinn x costar!Reader)

REQUEST: i have this idea for Joseph x costar reader fic. They've been dating ever since season 4 started shooting but they're really private so only family and friends and costars know about them. They're doing an interview and maybe Noah like accidentally almost spills that they're together so the internet goes wild and starts speculating. something funny and cute

a/n: hope its alright i combined these two requests and changed them around a bit!!! loved them both and i thought they'd work well together! thank you for reading <33

SYNOPSIS: Reader plays Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts on the Late Late Show and has to hide their relationship with Joe

WARNINGS: just gross food, and like a little bit of kissing and that's it

Your romance with Joe most certainly took you by surprise. At a time when you felt most alone–isolated like the rest of the world, he came into your life and swept you off your feet. 

You’d met filming the fourth season of Stranger Things, of which you were a recurring cast member while Joe was a newbie. There was an immediate…fascination, you’d say, from the moment you’d locked eyes at the first table read back at the beginning of 2020. It was new, exciting, and then you didn’t see each other for months while the world went into an all-encompassing health emergency. Though you never forgot about that Englishman with the big brown eyes and the winning smile.

When you were finally allowed to come in to actually film the season, your infactuation remained–thank fuck for that, you thought. You felt grateful that a good portion of your scenes were with Joseph so you were able to spend as much time as you could with him–chatting in between takes and grabbing dinner together after a long, hard day of work.

You’d decided quite early on not to act on your crush on him, it was frankly quite unprofessional and you’d hate to make him uncomfortable–as you’d grown to become quite good friends in the short time you’d been filming, it would kill you to lose that over a passing fancy.

So Joe was the one to make the first move–unknown to you, he was in the exact same position. He thought of you like the sun that lit up a part of his life that had been quite difficult, between the stress of the world, the lack of acting jobs popping up because of said worldwide situation, and simply his loneliness during it all, he was in a pit that you’d dove into to pull him out of. It was pure admiration for you on his end, and that quickly turned into desire, and it was beginning to eat away at him.

He decided to make the move in your trailer, so that way if you reacted negatively he’d be able to leave you and never speak to you again, if that was what you wished. He wished he could’ve had a shot of something before he sat you down with the preface that he ‘had something very important to tell you’.

“So we’ve become very close-uh-recently,” he started, both of you sitting on the sofa in your trailer at the end of the day, back in your regular clothes, but still with the heavy-duty makeup for the cameras on your face. “And I just wanted to tell you…”

He paused, and it felt like a thousand years between the two breathes he took to ease himself into it. You were worried you’d done something wrong, that you’d upset or offended him somehow or he was going to tell you something horrible–you could feel your heart rate begin to elevate.

“I admire you so much, not just as an actor, like the way you’ve been bringing the scripts to life this season has been an honour to watch and work with you….” he rambled before stopping again. He really should’ve written a few dot points to keep him on track. “I’m just…infatuated with you. As more than a friend. And I can’t go through life without telling you because it’s killing me and-”

“Joe?” you interrupted him, cutting him off. You didn’t quite know what to say, so you leant forward, pressing your lips to his. He put his arms around your waist and slightly pulled you onto his lap, before pulling away, smirking into the kiss, still.

“So you feel the same way?” he asked.

“If you have to ask, I don’t know what to tell you,” you joked, earning a small chuckle from him, still with his arms around you so you were right against him. “I like you, Joseph Quinn.”

“I love when you call me ‘Joseph’.” You couldn’t help but giggle a little as he pulled you in for another kiss–the air between you settled and you couldn’t deny how right it felt.

You were lucky there was already a couple in the cast of Stranger Things in Natalia and Charlie, there was a precedent, so you felt almost immediately prepared to let your relationship known to the rest of the cast–after a few weeks of keeping it to yourselves, of course, just to test the waters.

After filming ended, yourself and Joseph went back home, you met each others’ families and friends soon enough, and you felt like any other couple for a time, as hidden from public life as any other regular couple.

That was until the lead-up of the new season, which meant press, and public appearances, and interviews, and the cast being as active as ever on social media. It put you and Joe on edge, you loved being able to love each other without having to deal with any kind of pressure from the media and general public–you were glad you could go out grocery shopping together and no one would really be any wiser to the fact that the two of you met and started dating on the set of one of the biggest television shows this decade.

You’d both been media trained to help with hiding spoilers and whatnot, as well as the rest of the cast, but you still had the feeling that the thread was being primed to pull, and everything was getting closer and closer to unravelling.

It truly didn’t surprise you when it was Noah who let it slip–accidentally alluding to two relationships in the cast, one known and one unknown. With a little bit of sleuthing, fans had begun suspecting that you and Joe were together–the two of you were always very close and were out and about together frequently and somehow they’d manage to find a couple of blurry pictures from inside the season 4 Premiere of you and Joe standing very close, hands intertwined and faces a mere few inches away from each other.

Joe convinced you it would be okay. “They don’t know for sure! We can just deny, deny, deny… And it’ll all be okay, I promise,” he said, as he held you–shaking with anxiety after a particularly bad downward spiral over it.

And it was fine for a few weeks, neither of you mentioned it, Noah also hadn’t said anything, and the rumours began to die down. That was until you were set to appear on the Late Late Show with James Corden to promote Volume 2, including what would be a fun game of Spill Your Guts.

The lights were very bright, which made you begin to sweat–not to be confused with the sweat from your nervous state of mind over the possibility of having to eat cod sperm or something else horrible.

The game began as normal, with James explaining the rules before moving onto the selection of ‘food' on the table in between the two of you; bull penis, salmon smoothie, cow tongue, water beetle, bird saliva, and fish eye. 

You did alright to begin with, avoiding eating the cow tongue by telling James about the time you accidentally poured a drink on Taika Watiti at the Oscars and skipping the bird saliva by half-heartedly ranking your Stranger Things cast members’ music, while making James eat the bull penis and the water beetle.

“Okay this is the last question, ladies and gentlemen,” Jame began, looking to the table. “And I think I’ll let you finish with a….salmon smoothie.”

The stench hit you before you could fully comprehend James’ choice, you couldn't help but gag a little bit. James picked up the final question card, silently reading it to himself, before letting out a menacing chuckle, causing the audience to laugh.

“You may be aware of a rumour your fellow castmate Noah Schnapp started a few weeks ago…” Oh here we go. “That there are two different couples in the Stranger Things cast. Now, we know of Natalia Dyer and Charlie Heaton, who have been together since 2016-”

“Very cute couple..” you cut in, trying not to let the anxiety you were feeling show on your face, that was as good as letting the whole can of worms out.

“Yes, but the other couple is unknown. There’s been photos-lots of photos-of you and Joseph Quinn, who plays Eddie this season, out and about and seeming very close. It’s a simple question, are you and Joseph together?”

You felt like everything slowed as you thought over your response. You could no longer hear the audience, nor the band beginning to play tense music. You felt bad lying and denying, you couldn’t confirm either…

“Well…Joseph is just such a talented actor and we grew quite close over filming the season…so…” You quickly grabbed the glass and took a hearty sip of the smoothie, immediately regretting it, eliciting a cheer from the crowd as you swallowed and opened your mouth as proof. You gagged slightly.

James couldn’t stop cackling as he ended the segment, telling the cameras that they’d ‘be right back’ with a wink.

A troupe of AD’s dressed in all black approached the table and began disassembling it during the break, while you were corralled to the sofa to get ready for the interview portion of the show. You knew your phone was placed behind the sofa, so you quickly fetched it when you had a spare second to send Joe a text message, wracked with a feeling of guilt for fueling the fire.

‘Hi love, filmings going well but i maaayyy have neither confirmed nor denied the RUMOUR and im shitting it a bit….sorry baby i wasnt thinking xoxo’

You received a reply almost immediately–thankfully since you knew you would have a hard time getting through the interview without speaking to Joe first, to ease your worries if nothing else.

‘Oh darling, dont worry about it! i LOVE you and people can say whatever tf they want it doesnt change that i bagged the hottest piece on the face of the planet xxx’

You laughed at his response, he always knew how to cheer you up and make you feel relaxed. The cameras and microphone operators began getting prepared as James made his way to the small stage to sit behind his desk.

“Who’s got you all giggly and flustered, eh?” he asked, looking over his palm cards and getting comfortable in his seat.

“Oh, just this guy I’ve been seeing…” you teased.

[kaijime]

watch your mouth

includes. osamu miya x f!reader

cw. corruption kink, virgin reader/first time, osamu wants to breed u <33, dubcon, kitchen sex? [it’s in his shop so?], fingering, pierced dick [prince albert piercing], vaginal penetration, size kink, praise kink, tummy bulge, breeding kink, slight dumbification, creampie, thigh slapping?

wc. 3k

a/n. my piece for @seita’s corrupt-a-virgin collab, thank you for letting me join!!

osamu miya likes to think he follows a strict routine. he wakes up early, shows up for his job, works, and goes home, waiting for tomorrow to arrive and the cycle to repeat itself.

but ever since you've entered his restaurant, you've become a part of his routine.

he sits behind the kitchen counter, watching in admiration how you tend to the customers. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't staring at your ass, but it’s not a lie if he doesn't say it right?

"samu?" there's that nickname again, the one you deemed him ever since that interview for the part time job. "this customer says you forgot to give her a part of her order"

"no i didn't"

"yeah, look" you approach him with the receipt in hand, pointing to a small part of the inked writing. "see?"

he can't see. or at least he can't see the receipt. he's too focused on you, pressing up against him. he knows you're not at fault, but you couldn't be that innocent.

you couldn't be innocent enough to not know the things you were doing to him, the things you were making him feel, the urges that blossomed with every lingering look and longing touch you left on his body. you just couldn't be.

right?

yet, even when his idiotic brother dropped by his shop and shamelessly started flirting with you, you, it seemed like you didn't catch onto what he was doing.

"what's the freakiest place you've ever had sex in?" the fake blond asked, and osamu would've stopped him, if he wasn't curious to hear the answer for himself. still, he doesn't drive his full attention away from the counters he's been wiping, seemingly focused on the simple task.

you chuckled awkwardly under your breath. "that's inappropriate, tsu-"

"c'mon, tell me" he bumps his elbow against yours "can't be that bad"

"no i-... i've never uhm..." osamu can tell you're stumbling and stuttering to find an answer, so he lends you a few helping words.

"'tsumu” he calls "will ya stop harrassin' my employees?"

"'m just talkin' to her samu, no need to make a big fuss" he downs the last of his food and leaves, supposedly in a sudden rush.

it doesn't seem like it’s been hours since then, but the moon hangs low, and the crickets sing outside the window in spite of the late hour. despite the passing of time, not a single word has been said between you and your boss about the conversation you had with his brother, and every minute that passes only seems to thicken the tension between the two of you.

"shit" you mumble, mostly to yourself. you didn’t expect him to shoot up from his place, bent down searching through the lower cabinets.

"watch yer mouth" he says, an evident frown on his face, where he would once smile at you and nod in greeting.

"sorry" you reply, lip pouting slightly while you cleaned off your finger with a paper towel "just got a papercut" the blood tints the paper red and you wince at the stinging sensation.

"here" he holds out his hand to examine yours, even though you already cleaned most of it off, there's still a slight trickle of blood. he wipes it out with the towel he always hangs on his shoulder.

as he cleans your hand, he can't help but think about how it'd look so pretty wrapped around his cock. it would certainly bring more relief than his fist after all this time he's spent thinking about you while stroking himself late at night.

it’s not the first time thoughts like these cloud osamu's mind, but this time he's a little less discreet about it. he stares at your hand like he wants to devour it, and you'd be a fool not to notice it.

"samu?" you call out to his faraway mind, and he snaps out of his thoughs, loosening his grip around your hand.

"right" he mumbles, clearing his throat "sorry"

"thank you" you almost whisper, if he wasn't so close to you, he probably wouldn't have heard it.

he turns and goes back to the cabinets, thinking about what you answered earlier. you'd never what? had sex? were you that uncorrupted?

it would make sense to him, and it would help ease the pain of seeing you let his brother flirt with you like he wasn't even there, but those are all selfish reasons he wants to believe, and he's too scared to ask.

apparently not scared enough.

“what were ya talkin’ about with my brother” he asks, nonchalant as ever, making your breath hitch as you turned around hesitantly.

“we were just chatting” you say, the slightest purse on your lips that tried to relieve the nervousness of the conversation.

“sorry about that” he apologizes. “he can be annoyin’ sometimes”

“oh no, he wasn’t” you lie, clenching around the table cloth you held in your hands. even if the talk had been going smoothly, you still felt on edge after the question his brother left you thinking about. “he was really friendly”

“really?” his hands find comfort in his pockets, and if you’d looked close enough, you would’ve seen the slight smirk in his lip, one that indicates how eager he is to hear what you had to say. “then why didn’ you answer his question?”

if only you knew how much it mattered to him, to know if you were a pretty untouched virgin or not. osamu miya likes to go for girls like you, college girls who look for a quick cashgrab as a part time employee, innocent little girls who unknowingly fall for his charms and next thing you know he’s ruining them with his cock.

but you feel different, you feel delicate. like a pretty piece of porcelain he might break if he continues to toy with you under his calloused hands. yet, he can’t help but think about how perfect he finds your body. perfectly ripe and ready to be filled to the brim with his seed, the perfect age to be plump and round with a child. his child.

“does it matter?”

oh, it does, especially when he pins you against the counter and grips your cheeks between his thumb and his index finger. “samu?” you ask, displaying that innocent look on your face he’d grown to hate.

“i told ya to watch yer mouth” his hands roam down your body until they grab at the back of your thighs. “now jump”

“samu i- i’ve never done anything like-“

“i said jump” hesitant with your actions, you jump and wrap your legs around his waist as he settles you on the shop counter, where he takes off your pants and runs a finger over your clothes slit.

“please” you grip his wrist and beg in hopes for him to stop, but he slaps it away, pinning them behind you with his other hand. he slides your panties down your legs and plays with your clit, circling the nub with his fingertips and watching as your expression changes from one of fear to pleasure.

“please what?” his breath shudders against your neck, where he nuzzles his head and finds comfort in your scent. he slowly inserts a finger into your hole, scanning your face and searching for any signs of discomfort, despite him practically forcing you into this position.

you’re not strong enough to answer him, too lost in the way his fingers feel inside you. you’d been too afraid to do anything by yourself, but god did it feel so good when you gave yourself up to him, slightly bucking your hips into his thrusting fingers and arching your back into his frame.

he’s fond of every little expression you make, the bite of your lips, the clench of your thighs around his hand, and the tilt of your head, willingly granting him access to the skin, all for him to mark, bite and suck. all for him to claim as his.

“d’ya like it?” he asks, putting another one of his fingers to use inside your tight walls, feeling them clench and suck his fingers back inside every time he was close to taking them out.

“yes! yes! i-i... mmh!” you can’t even finish the sentence, not only because you’re sobbing and clenching around his digits uncontrollably at the foreign yet pleasurable sensation, but also because his lips suddenly enclosed yours in a hungry kiss.

he didn’t even have to put up a fight with you, pleased to find you let him do whatever he wanted with your mouth. his tongue tangles with yours in a passionate clash of lips, until he pulls away at the feeling of your hips wildly bucking against his hand, a sign of your inevitable orgasm approaching.

“feels weird ‘samu! ‘s-‘samu please!” the implication of your sensations being new to you made his cock strained against his pants, threatening the thick fabric of his jeans to snap if he grew even harder. the tight knot in your stomach finally snaps when he curls his fingers, sending you into ecstasy as your vision blocked out and you moaned uncontrollably loud.

still, after everything, osamu hasn’t forgotten where he is, and he knows his shop isn’t a decent place to lose your virginity. so he puts you down with shaky legs and slips up your panties, catching you before your trembling thighs can treason you and make you fall.

“do ya have a car here?” he says, grabbing his keys from the counter and puts a hand on your hip, guiding you over to the door which he locks before he continues to walk to his car. the dim lighting of the parking made this the perfect spot, if he were to fuck you in his car, no one would see it. but he has self control, or at least he tells himself that.

“no, my friend usually picks me up” he hums an answer and opens the passenger door to his car.

“i live a few minutes from here�� he explains “wanna come over?” he asks, fully aware that he’s taking a leap of faith and you could just refuse him. but that’s not the case, and he’s more than happy to see you hesitantly get in his car and put your bag in your lap, covering yourself as much as you can since he ‘forgot’ to give you back your shorts.

the short ride to his house is awkwardly silent, and terribly torturous. his hand had found home in your thigh, and it had only sent an ache between your legs like you’d never felt before, prompting a clench from your thighs every so often.

he wasn’t lying, he only lived ten minutes away from his shop, but the distance seemed so much longer when his lingering touch would leave you high with the need for more.

“you ready?” he asks, holding the door open for you again as he waits for you to take his hand and get out of his car. he’s quick with hoisting you up and wrapping your thighs against his hips, carrying you to his doorway and leading the way to his room. there, he gently placed you on the bed and stripped off his clothing, taking off the apron he should’ve taken off at the shop, his shirt, his pants and—

“eager?” he can see the wanting look in your eyes, he’d be a fool not to notice it. his voice only startles you out of your thoughts, enough to make you stand up and take off your shirt as well, now fully exposed to him if it weren’t for the bra covering up your tits. there’s only so much he can hold back, but right now, with those pretty puppy eyes you unintentionally give him, he just can’t help it when he takes off your bra and slightly suckles at your nipple, circling his tongue around your perky nub and watching your face warm up in embarrassment.

he takes you to his bed again, this time while he plants kisses all over your neck. he’s hungry with the way he nips and bites at the skin, leaving a trail of teeth marks that would need to be covered up in the morning. in the morning, because right now, you couldn’t be bothered to care about anything else other than the way he rutted against you.

his cock already seemed big when he hadn’t taken off his briefs, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he slipped them off and rubbed his tip against your clit, right?

he was huge, thick tip dripping precum, with a girth that looked too big to be real, pulsing against your pussy. he positions it against your drooling hole, using your slick to lube up his tip and feeling— metal?

you sit up, leaning against your elbows to see the prince albert piercing that runs along his tip, metal jewelry threatening to slip into your pussy, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“i-it won’t fit!” you kick and shake your thighs around him, only for him to put your ankles together and fold your legs over his shoulder, pinning you down and slipping in the pierced head of his cock. you wince and gasp at the sudden stretch, silenced by his mouth clashing against yours, eagerly nipping at your bottom lip, desperate to drink in all your saccharine moans.

“good girl” he praises, slipping in inch by inch of his cock into your tight virgin walls “fuck- this tight little cunt is suckin’ me in, want ma cock princess? yeah? gonna stuff ya full of me ‘til ya can’t even speak, you’ll just be a dumb baby for me”

“hurts!” your words only drive him closer to shoving himself in one smooth thrust, but he holds back, he sees how much you struggle to take barely half of him, he wants to make this good for you to. he wants to make your first time your best time, the one you’ll remember and think about if you ever fuck another man. he wants to mold your insides to fit his cock perfectly, he wants to train you to be his perfect little girl who won’t find another way to get off if she doesn’t have his cock, he wants you to depend on him to always make you feel good.

“‘s ok princess” he leans down, folding you into a mating press as he kisses your neck and slips in the last of his cock, covered in a thin layer of white sheen. “my good girl, creamin’ around me” he mumbles against your ear while he starts a slow pace into your pussy, carefully rutting his hips into you, almost afraid he would break you. “so pretty”

“please!” you sob, tears stream down your face despite his carefulness, it would break his heart, but he can feel the way your own body betrays you, clenching around him and pulling him in for more of the delicious sensation of his cock dragging against your walls. “so big! c-can’t take it!”

“sure ya can, look” he puts a hand to your tummy, guiding you to do the same as he puts his hand over yours. there’s a small bulge, that appears and disappears whenever he thrusts in and out. “you’re takin’ it so well princess, keep yer hand right there” his other hand starts working tight circles against your clit, making you throw back your head at the sudden sensation.

“no! if you do that i-!”

“what are ya gonna do? cum? clench around my cock like yer doin’ right now every time i praise ya?” you fist the sheets to your sides, anything to relieve the aching between your legs and the tight knot that keeps forming in your stomach again.

“please don’t!” you desperately paw at his wrist, only to be slapped away and for him to increase the speed of his cock, rutting into your with more force. suddenly, the head of his piercing hits a different spot, one that left you gasping for air and arching your back against the mattress. “ah! right there- right there ‘samu!”

“yeah? you like it when i fuck ya right there?” he parrots, angling his hips at the same spot over and over, abusing it until he’s sloppily thrusting into you, on the verge of cumming and spilling all his load into you. “my pretty girl, moanin’ like a bitch in heat, all because i’m makin’ ya feel good”

“yes ‘samu! please please, please m-make me feel good! wanna cum, please!” fresh tears roll down your cheeks as you scream and beg for him, unwillingly rutting your hips against him as you cum around his cock, your high too much for your sensitive body as you whine uncontrollably when he doesn’t stop. you’re too overstimulated to say a word, gone too dumb on his cock to even realize that you’re babbling little nonsense words about how good you feel, and how much you want him.

“dumb lil’ thing” he says, giving one sharp, final thrust before he empties his load between your legs, deep inside you, careful not to move you too much in fear of his cum spilling out of your clenching hole.

he’s right, you are a dumb little thing, because as soon as he pulls out you’re desperately bucking your hips, blindly searching for him in hope he would fill up the sudden emptiness in your pussy, unintentionally spilling all his hard work between your thighs.

“no!” he grunts, slapping your thigh and grounding you to the mattress as you wince in pain, dark color blossoming at the skin where he’d placed the spank. “look what you’ve done, bad fuckin’ girl” he says, the sudden tone shift sends a tinge of fear all over your body, and you’re reduced to nothing but a kin to a stray puppy, a terrible look of guilt in your eyes, even if you don’t realize what you’ve done wrong.

“look at the mess you made” he mumbles, flipping you over and placing ass up “now i’m gonna have to fill ya up all over again”

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